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heeseung loves to lay you in his lap and please you with his fingers, circling your puffy clit and soaking in the sounds of your pretty little moans.
jay convinces you to film a personal video with him so he can look back at it when he goes on tour. he makes sure to get the perfect angle of your face while he fucks you dumb.
jake loooooves morning sex. he fucks you slow, making you take every inch like his good girl. ✰
sunghoon is obsessed with buying you new lingerie sets so he can pound your pussy each time you try them on. his hands always find their way around your throat.
sunoo eats you out purely for his own pleasure, but your cute reactions are also a plus.
jungwon is so sensitive it’s pathetic. your pussy feels too good gripping around his dick like that, he can’t help but to shoot cum all over your tummy. ✰
riki loves watching you please yourself on his cock, using him as your own personal fuck toy.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you warm up the cold neurosurgeon. ( or atleast, try to. )
🩺 sunghoon x fem!reader ᰍ neurosurgeon!hoon x pediatric!reader
𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐭. sunghoon has always been cold and distant. that was his mindset. Try not to form any kind of emotional relationship to anyone, it wont hurt when you loose them. But sunghoon was even cold to his friends, his coworkers. Until one day Jake brought along his friend & coworker.
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Sunghoon woke up with a pounding head, papers under his arms wrinkled. He sat up straight, looking around, trying to figure out where and what happened. His throat felt scratchy and his body felt like a truck ran him over.
He groaned, rubbing his eyes, struggling to remember what happened before. How late was it? How long was he asleep?
Right.. the craniotomy..
He went to check his watch only to realize he forgot it at home. He rolled his eyes, then stared at the clock on the wall. His vision was blurry, still from sleep. He squinted and then saw the time.
5:43 pm.
How was he able to sleep this long? The surgery was long over.. no wonder Jay was so worried..
A knock snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Come in." he stood up, fixing his coat. He swayed before grabbing the desk for stability. The door opened and you walked in.
"Hey, are you okay? *random nurse name* saw you storm in here earlier.." You close the door silently and step into his office. „What happened? You look terrible.“ you remark, reffering to his disheveled hair and still very tired looking eyes.
„Yeah, fine. What do you want?“ he snapped unvoluntarily, fixing his hair, trying to look somewhat representable. He fixed his posture, looking into your eyes.
"I.. wanted to check up on you." you explain. Outside of his office, you could hear nurses run around. You cross your arms, suddenly slightly uncomfortable in the awkward atmosphere. "I overheard Jay talking to Riki and... he sounded quite worried." you stared into his eyes, seeing the slight exhaustion he tried to hide.
"Jay is delusional. I'm fine, it doesn't matter." He shook his head, grabbing the desk tighter so he can stabilise himself. His eyes drop slightly, making the drowsiness even more obvious. "Why didn't you stay at home?" you questioned, reminding him of the previous night.
He groaned, letting his hand run over his face. "Last night was a Mistake, but I told you, Im fine. You can leave now, Dr. yln." he declared, sitting back down and leaning his head on his hands, the dizziness hitting him. "Just leave."
You stare at him, worried. "Go home Sunghoon, get some rest, drink and eat a bit." you recommend, moving towards the door. Before you open it, you glance back at him. "Please."
He glanced at you, closing his eyes right after, the light stinging in them. "Go, Dr. yln. Go focus on your actual patients."
You sigh, opening the door. "Call me if you need something, okay?" you leave, not expecting an answer. It's Sunghoon after all.
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Sunghoon immediately regretted sending you out. But calling you back would be way more embarassing.
So he stayed alone. His eyes kept dropping, his throat was dry, his whole body hurt. He was tired.
Leaving wasnt an option, not in this state. Who knows how dangerous it would be driving his car. Did he even arrive with his car? He didnt even remember.
So he went to the On call room - he wasnt even working in his shift, but he was sure the hospital wouldnt mind.
The walk there was hard. He kept having to lean on the walls so he wont fall asleep mid walk. Nurses stared, doctors asked if he was okay.
He ignored them. He just wanted to sleep.
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Inside the room, he took off his coat and just let it drop to the floor. It was unusual - he knew that - but currently, he couldnt help himself.
He lay down on the bed, taking the super thin blanket and covering himself with it. It didnt help. He was still cold.
But it was the best he had right now. I should be grateful, he told himself.
He curled up, hugging himself. Whyd he have to react to alcohol so bad? Why couldnt he just.. be normal?
But the more his thoughts drifted, the more tired he got. His eyes slowly closed, the light from above still bright. His breathing evened out and slowly, sunghoon let himself sleep.
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AFTER A LONG, SILENT, HURTFUL PAUSE
its HEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTT
synopsis: you never liked sunghoon. matter of fact, you hate him. he annoys you and makes your blood boil. what makes it worse is he’s your neighbor, attends the same college as you, and even worked his way into your friend group. you refuse to say his name, but he has plans to make you scream it.
genre: neighbors!au, enemies to lovers, smut.
warnings: swearing, reader has an attitude problem, mutual masturbation, using readers spit to jerk off, fingering, cum eating, unprotective sex, doggie, hair pulling, lmk if I missed anything!
You gripped the bedsheets, knuckles turning white and mouth going slack as moans escaped your lips. One of his hands left your hips and moved to your head, pushing your long hair from your face before connecting it to the side of your face, pressing you further into the sheets, another moan leaving your mouth.
He chuckled, “Yeah? You like that huh?” his hand at your hip squeezed and shoved you further onto him, using more force into his other hand to press your face harder into the sheets, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”
You exhaled out, “I fucking hate you,” but had the biggest smirk on your lips as he used every force possible to fuck into you.
Sunghoon smirked at the look on your face, “No you don’t,” he cooed, his hand on your face moving to the top of your head, grasping a fistful of your hair and yanking, pulling you up and connecting your back to his chest, “Say my name,” he growled into your ear, letting go of your hair and snaking his hand down to your heat, middle finger circling your clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, “Say. My. Name.”
Your head spun as you thought back on how you ended up in this situation with his cock so deep inside you.
You hated him the moment he moved in next door. You hoped whoever your neighbor would be that they would be better than the last one. The last neighbor you shared a wall with was loud, always yelling at something, banging on the walls, watching TV way too loud, and for whatever reason would leave their apartment door open to “get fresh air,” when in reality you thought it was to shove whatever terrible smell they had inside out.
You were so thankful when you saw your new neighbor was your age. He was handsome, looked smart, was quiet, seemed clean and his best friends were hot.
But you learned soon enough that he was a prick and your hate for him started.
Your first interaction with him was asking if he could turn his music down because it was three in the morning and you had work that following morning.
He opened the door wide, wearing nothing but his tight blue boxers that clearly showed his boner. His hair was a mess, and the giggles of two females could be heard from his bedroom. You tried to drown out their giggles and keep your eyes on his, terribly failing and staring down at his chest, abs…his cock.
He smirked, leaning closer to you, “Like what you see? Want to join us?” Anger filled you instantly. Who the fuck did this prick this he was? He barely moved in a few days ago, has TWO other females in his apartment, and is hitting on you when he doesn’t know you?
You snarled, “Just turn the damn music down!”
He, in fact, did not turn the music down but turned it up.
The rest of that week was hell. Music, alcohol, other females, and his friends flew in and out of that apartment, making you sleep less and less every day.
When classes started back up that following week, to your dismay, you walked into your microbiology class to see him sitting in the corner of the classroom. His hands shoved into his black hoodie, eyes locking onto yours. He smirked, leaning forward into his chair, resting his elbows on the table, and giving you a wink.
If you could drop this class and take it another semester you would. But you were so close to being done with your prerequisites for your major that there was no point in dropping it. Plus you wouldn’t let your prick of a neighbor ruin this for you.
Except he made class hell too. Tossing notes your way, giving you winks, and biting his lips. Always having a comeback to your answer when the professor would ask questions.
You discovered through the class that his name was Park Sunghoon, and the moment you knew his name was the moment you vowed to never say it. To not let that tainted name leave your lips.
Sunghoon only did more to piss you off as time went on. Walking around outside the apartment practically naked, running his hands over his body, and winking at you. Always teasing you at college by how you “wanted” him.
What made things worse, he somehow befriended your best friend. Yunjin invited you to a party one night and you gladly accepted it, wanting one night away from the apartment building and away from Sunghoon.
You walked into the party, expecting to be embraced by your best friend, but instead saw the door being opened by Jake, one of Sunghoon’s hot best friends.
“Oh shit! Hey YN!” his Aussie accent blurted out, “You’re friends with Yunjin too?”
Too?
You peered into her house, seeing Sunghoon’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, red solo cups in their hands as they laughed together with not only your friends but also his.
Yunjin’s eyes widen in excitement at seeing Jake lead you into her house, “YNNIE!!!”
She released herself from Sunghoon and embraced you quickly, “I have some people I want you to meet!”
She introduced you to Sunghoon and his friends, the awkward smile on Sunghoon’s face showed that he had zero clue you were best friends with Yunjin.
“No shit!” Jay exclaimed, “You’re best friends with YN?! Sunghoon is her neighbor!”
Yunjin, mostly in her drunken state, was more excited than she should be, “OH EM GEEE!!” she clapped her hands, “We can be one big happy friend group!”
You found out from Yunjin that she and Sunghoon have a few classes together and even already hung out a few times around campus with his friends when you were busy.
You wanted to break up the friendship but felt way too guilty and didn’t want to be that person to break away a friendship.
So you sucked it up.
For months you tried to act normal, but Sunghoon’s flirting and his teasing only got worse. Making you hate him even more. Oh, but it fueled him to continue.
Even after almost a year, you refused to call him by name, referring to him as stupid, idiot, idiot penguin(after finding out he was a figure skater), and simply just a prick.
You twirl your pencil between your fingers, listening to Heeseung and Yunjin talk about the League of Legends match they had last night. Jake cutting into the conversation.
“Yeah yeah nerds, I have something to say.”
Sunghoon glanced up at his best friend from his homework, “What could be more important than their league match?”
“What the idiot penguin said,” you chimed in, eyes going back down to your homework.
“Are we still going with the idiot penguin?” Sunghoon scoffed, “It’s been a year, YN,” he rolled his eyes, “I have a name.”
You shrugged, standing by your statement of never saying his name.
Your friend group soon figured out whatever enemies thing you two had going on but never addressed it, hoping you two would figure it out on your own.
“Anyways,” Jay said, “What is important?”
Jake smiled, “Let’s go to the next city over and party.”
Chaewon’s eyes lit up, “You know, why not?”
Yunjin even seemed interested.
Your little small town had bars and one shitty club. Neither was worth walking into. Going the next city over for a night out didn’t seem like a bad idea until…
“We can get a hotel!” Yunjin said, “That way we don’t have to rush back home and can actually get drunk.”
You were on board until the hotel was brought up, “No. Absolutely not.”
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you, knowing perfectly well why you didn’t want to, “Get over it, you’re going. All of us are.”
You protested the whole week against going, yet you found yourself in the very backseat of Chaewon’s car sitting right next to Sunghoon.
You rolled your head back onto the headrest, crossing your arms with a groan, “Can someone PLEASE switch seats with me?”
“NO!” everyone else shouted. Sunghoon just sitting in silence, his arms also crossed, eyes locked onto whatever could be so interesting outside the car.
You’ve only been in the car for an hour and a half, yet it was killing you already.
“You really need to get over whatever hate you have for him,” Yunjin said earlier in the day as she shoved her duffle bag into the trunk, “I don’t understand it, everyone else is fine with each other besides you two.”
You crossed your arms, “He’s just a prick. Has been since I’ve met him.”
Yunjin rolled her eyes, “You aren’t even sure if he even did have a threesome with those girls.”
She wasn’t…wrong. But by the way, his dick was hard in those…tight boxers, there’s no way he didn’t fuck them both.
“Idiot penguin didn’t really do a good job of defending himself if he wasn’t, plus he asked ME to join them.”
Yunjin just sighed, “He hates when you call him that, he actually wants to be friends with you, ya know. We are all friends, you live right next door to each other, just try to get along tonight, okay?”
Yet here you were in the backseat with him wanting nothing more than to jump out of the window and let every car hit you.
The sun started to set, and everyone one by one (except Chaewon and Jay who were driving and the passenger) fell asleep.
A small bump in the road was enough to wake you from your sleep. You yawned and then the pain of the way your body was twisted into the seat kicked in.
With a soft groan, you shifted yourself up, eyes wandering down your legs seeing them draped over Sunghoon’s lap.
His eyes were wide and lips tucked between his eyes as he stared down at your legs. You shifted in your seat, ready to yell at him and pull your legs back but when your foot grazed over his crotch, you were in more shock than he was when realizing you were awake, head snapping to you so fast.
“YN…” he whispers, eyes darting to the front of the car then back to you, “It’s not—“
“Then what is it you prick?!” you whisper back. He had a fucking hard-on?! What the hell was he thinking and doing with your legs?!
Sunghoon quickly placed his hand over his hard cock, trying to conceal it as if it would help make the situation better.
It didn’t.
“And now you’re touching yourself?!” you whispered in a snap, “You’re such a pervert you prick!”
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes down at you, “Will you shut the fuck up and listen for a second, ya?” you thinned your lips in a line, waiting. “You at some point in your sleep shoved your legs into my lap. It woke me up and I was so close to shoving you off me, but you looked peaceful and Jay made me promise to not start shit with you.” Ahhh so they all were in on trying to get you two to play nice, “So I left you alone, but you started shifting around and…”
And he got a fucking boner just from your legs.
“You have a leg fetish or something?” you raise a brow at him.
Only for your legs.
Sunghoon shook his head, “You’re fucking crazy.”
But maybe he was the crazy one. Ever since he’s met you, he’s wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you. To fuck all that hate you have for him out. To turn that scrunched face full of anger every time you look at him into a relaxed sexual face with you moaning out his name.
He’s never once heard you call him by name. Even when he’s texted you about stuff about hanging out with everyone or for class or homework or literally anything about the apartment you always call him some wack ass name.
Sunghoon has it as his goal to get you to say his name. Whether that’s by him fucking you into the next year, or gaslighting you into saying it somehow. He preferred option one.
He found you so ridiculously sexy. Your attitude always got him going and he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it’s because he wanted to fuck that attitude out, maybe it’s because over the year of knowing you, he’s grown a little crush. Loving the way your eyes light up when a strawberry alcoholic beverage of any kind is placed in front of you. Loving how you smile when you see animals and how you dance around with Yunjin in her living room.
He found it so sexy how you give back every ounce of bullshit he threw at you. So sexy when you wear your tight sweatpants that shape your ass do fine. Finding the small mole above your naval so cute and attractive, mostly when you wear tight crop tops or shorter shirts that lift when you stretch showing off your tummy.
Sunghoon was so down bad for you in many ways that even he wasn’t able to understand it.
He hated you to a degree, but only in a way to keep himself from feeling things he shouldn’t for you.
“I’m crazy?” you burned holes into his eyes when he nodded, “Says the one who got a boner over my legs.”
Sunghoon couldn’t hold it back anymore, slowly palming his cock, “Yeah? And what about it? Your legs are so fucking sexy.” Sunghoon loved your legs and wanted to rub his hands up and down them. Wanted to squeeze the plush of your thighs. Wanted them to straddle him.
You could see it in his eyes, the way his pupils were starting to look blown out and filled with so much lust. He’s never looked at you like that before.
It made your cheeks flush and made you speechless. Your eyes wandered away from his and down to the hand palming himself, watching as his hips slowly shifted up with each stroke of his palm.
It sent heat down your body and pooled between your legs. You hated him, so why was watching him stroke himself so hot to you? Making you want to continue watching him.
“Oh, you so want me,” he whispered, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly sliding his hand down his sweatpants and boxers, letting out a soft grunt and he flung his head back into the headrest, keeping his eyes locked with yours.
You watched how the moonlight and street lamps shined on him as he fucked up into his fist slowly.
“Prick,” you whispered back at him, closing your thighs together in hopes of concealing the rising heat between them. But Sunghoon notices everything.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you? All just from watching me? So dirty.” He was making your blood boil. But the slick between your legs was worse than your anger at the moment, and you knew that he could see it too.
“Shut up,” you closed your legs tighter, trying to fight yourself from looking at him, from looking at how his hand moves under his sweatpants.
“Touch yourself.”
Your eyes widened, “Excuse you?!”
“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, making you realize you said that a bit too loud, with a groan he repeated himself, “I said touch yourself.”
You snarl at him, opening your mouth to fight back but ultimately stopping when he pulls his hand from his pants and lifts his hips to slide them down to his thighs.
He looked back at you as he wrapped his hand back around himself, a smirk raising, “Close your mouth, you might start drooling, YN.”
You didn’t realize how wide you let your jaw drop at his size…he was huge. Maybe that day you told him to turn his music down, his cock showing wasn’t because of how tight his boxers were…
You closed your mouth, sliding your back into the seat and slouching down, running your thighs even more together.
Sunghoon was loving the way you were looking at him. Loved how you kept darting your eyes back and forth between his face and cock. Oh, the way he’ll tease you about this until his last breath.
He leaned towards you a bit, rubbing his thumb over the tip to spread his precum, “Touch yourself, YN.”
Your heart was racing, your body on fire. You wanted to. So bad. But didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.
Sunghoon let a small moan leave his lips, and you were done for.
You slid your hand down your shorts, your fingers working their way to spread your slick around your clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, eyebrows furrowing, “Keep going.”
You stared down at his cock, watching how he bucked his hips in movement with his hand, seeing how his precum leaked from the tip.
But then he released himself, reaching over and stopping his hand below your mouth, “Spit.”
You didn’t hesitate, dripping your saliva into a small pool in his hand. Sunghoon could have came just by the eye contact you gave him as you gave him your spit. Like holy fucking shit it was hot.
Sunghoon spreads your saliva over his cock, hitting his head back into the headrest as his hand glides so easily up and down his shaft, “Oh, fuck.”
You bit your lips and pressed two fingers inside you, letting small and quiet whimpers escape just loud enough for him to hear.
Sunghoon wanted you to expose yourself as he has to you, reaching his free hand to the hem of your shorts and tugging, “Pull’em down.”
So you did. Releasing your fingers from your cunt only long enough to push your shorts and panties down to your ankles and pumping your fingers back into you.
Sunghoon hissed at see you finger fuck yourself. Loving how your hips rolled in time with your fingers. God, he wished it was his fingers inside you.
He looks up to you, seeing that your eyes were still locked onto his cock. He slouched more down into the seat, giving himself more room to pump himself and give you a better view.
You bit your lips tighter and pushed your fingers in faster, knowing damn well you were covering the seat in your juices. But you didn’t care at that moment.
Sunghoon’s hand was on your thigh, spreading your leg more apart, giving you that access to finger fuck yourself faster.
It was driving him up a wall at how you looked right now. You’ve only ever shown him faces of anger, but right now you’re showing him the faces you make when horny and touching yourself. And oh god he was loving it.
He wanted you to look at him while touching yourself. He wanted to see the face you’d make when you cum, wanting you to watch him cum.
“Hey, YN,” he was barely able to whisper, “Eyes on me.”
You locked eyes with him, chills being sent down your spine at his fucked out expression. You couldn’t help but let your imagination run wild. Is this how he looks when he’s having sex? So out of it and lustful?
You wondered how he’d fuck you while you straddled him. Would his hips buck up like they are doing into his fist? Would he go faster? Harder? The thoughts were endless as you stared back into his eyes.
His mouth slightly opened, his lips swollen from how hard he was biting them to keep his moans compressed. He let out small grunts, eyes quickly looking down at how covered your hand was with your wetness, wanting to unbuckle himself and grab you by your thighs until your back was touching the bottom of the seat as he spreads your legs and fucked himself into you.
The thoughts were enough to send him over the edge, “YN,” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I’m fixing to cum.”
Your body tensed, fingers moving faster, “Cum then,” you whispered back, your thumb now doing circles on your clit as you pumped yourself.
“M’cumming,” he said with a deep inhale, tucking his lips back between his teeth as he released, his cum leaking out so perfectly and down his hand.
“Fuck,” you whimper, working your fingers faster.
Sunghoon slid his boxers up first, wiping his cum on the inside of his boxers due to not having anywhere else to do so, then slid his sweatpants back over his hips.
He locked his eyes back to yours, seeing how desperate you looked wanting to cum too. He slides his eyes down to your cunt. If it were his hands there…you would have came twice by now.
You wanted to release terribly, but the angle of your hand and the small of the backseat made it difficult for you to chase out that climax. You tensed as you tried to reach for it, calling for it.
Your body froze when Sunghoon’s hand grabs yours, pulling your fingers out of your cunt, “Let me help.”
Usually, you’d protest and yell at him. Call him a prick. Shove him away. But right now you wanted to cum and that priority was above all else.
He replaced your fingers with his. His long fingers slid into you so gracefully, “Fuck you’re so wet,” he moans softly, angling his hand in the perfect spot as he hit your g-spot. Sunghoon couldn’t believe he was feeling you in his hand, feeling your slick pool in his palm, feeling you clench around his fingers. He was already getting hard again.
“Feels good baby?” he whispers in your ear and all you do in response is nod.
Something about his fingers was driving you crazy. The way they hit your g-spot with such ease, the way his thumb brushed against your clit with each movement…
“Say my name,” he says into your ear, pumping his fingers in you faster.
“No,” you say back, your hand flying to his wrist and squeezing it tightly.
“Say my name, YN,” he said again, curling his fingers so deep inside you, your climax nearing so fast you didn’t have time to think, “Say my name baby.”
You opened your mouth, not to say his name, but to moan as you came around his fingers and hand. Sunghoon acted fast enough to press his lips to yours, suppressing your moan from being too loud and letting the others find out what was happening in the back seat.
You closed your eyes at your release, Sunghoon’s fingers still moving inside you slowly, helping you chase out at high.
You kissed him back, without so much as a second thought, you kissed him back.
Maybe you did it as a way to thank him for helping you release, maybe you did it because you wanted to. The lines were blurred and you didn’t know why you let him kiss you.
His fingers slid out from your cunt as he leaned more into you, his tongue spreading your lips apart and making its way into your mouth twirling the muscle around yours.
Once you came down from your high, your eyes opened wide, and shoved Sunghoon back to his side of the car. A chuckle left his lips, “Back to hating me?”
“I never stopped hating you!”
“Right,” he clicked his tongue, as he looked down at his hand covered in your cum, “That’s not what your body said five minutes ago.”
You wanted to call him his usual nickname but stopped short when he lifted his hand to his lips, tongue extending out and licking your cum from his palm then shoved his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
Fuck she tastes so good.
Your face reddens, “Prick,”
His eyes roamed down to your cunt, “Pull your shorts up.”
“I hate you.”
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Once you all arrived at the hotel and checked into your rooms, you quickly locked the door, sliding your back down the wood and covering your face in your hands.
The guilt of what happened was finally hitting you. You masturbated with him. Watch him cum down his hand and even let him make you cum. You let him kiss you, and shove his tongue down your throat.
You felt dirty and in need of a shower to wash away the guilt and feeling of his hand between your legs.
Everyone was supposed to meet down in the lobby twenty minutes after getting to their rooms to change and do whatever else before hitting up the club. It was plenty of time to shower and wash Sunghoon off you.
You scrubbed your body clean and even double-brushed your teeth before sliding into the dress Yunjin and Chaewon forced you to bring, “It makes you look so hot!” Yunjin said, “Fits you in all the right places!”
Well, she was right. The red dress was made of silk and slid down your body perfectly as well as fit you perfectly. It was tight around your frame to show off your curves, shaping your ass and lifting your tits. You slid your feet into matching red sneakers, not caring enough to walk around in heels all night.
You arrived in the lobby, seeing that Jake and Sunghoon were the first ones there.
Just looking at Sunghoon not only brought back your moment in the car together but brought out a different feeling.
You could tell he also showered by how wet his hair still was. His hair was parted perfectly in its normal part, pieces sliding down into his face. His black button-up shirt was tight against his frame, showing his muscled arms and shoulders perfectly. Matching his shirt, he wore black pants that fit him perfectly in a loose way.
Jake mirrored his outfit but in white, going for a whole yin and yang thing. Which made sense for the two of them being best friends and all.
“Wow,” Jake was the first to speak, “You look—“
“Sexy,” Sunghoon finished for him, his gaze eyeing you up and down.
“Yes! Sexy!”
Sunghoon tried to not let his irritation with his best friend show as he watched him practically drool over you. If only Jake knew he was knuckles deep in your pussy not even an hour ago.
Hell, Sunghoon was trying to not drool over you right now. Red was definitely your color and it was doing something to him down in his pants. Especially with the way the tops of your breasts pooled over the top of that dress.
You noticed how he was eye fucking you, earning you to scrunch your nose at him and look away, putting your attention fully on Jake.
Shit, there’s that attitude I want to fuck right out of her.
It didn’t take much longer for the others to arrive and off to the club you all went.
The club was packed. The music you didn’t quite care for and Sunghoon wouldn’t let you out of his sight, following your every move like a hawk hunting his prey.
Everyone else had found their way to the dance floor, shaking some ass and grinding up on random strangers having the time of their lives. That could be you if you didn’t have an idiot penguin on your heels.
You walked up to the bar, waving the bartender over, “Yes ma’am?” he said, his eyes immediately dropping to your cleavage.
“She’ll take a strawberry coconut rum with extra ice please, make it two,” Sunghoon answered for you.
You looked over at him, seeing how closely he stood next to you. Sunghoon wanted to touch you, have his hands on you to show every man in this club to back the fuck off.
“You got it,” the bartender said, giving a small look of irritation at Sunghoon.
Sunghoon just smirked, eyes flickering to his name tag, “Thank you, Choi Yeonjun.”
Yeonjun just thinned his lips out, “Yeah, you’re welcome.” Then he walked off to make the drinks.
Your glare at him didn’t falter, “Can I help you?” Sunghoon asked.
“Can I help YOU? I can order my drinks myself.”
“He was literally eye fucking you, I had to do something.”
You raised a brow at him, “Huh? Is it eating you up so much that other men are looking at me?”
Yes because no one else is allowed to have you.
“Why would I care about that? It’s not them looking, it’s the fact they aren’t just looking. They are undressing you with their eyes and I can’t fucking stand it.”
You’ve never seen Sunghoon so…protective before. He’s never batted an eye at you twice at the clubs and bars back home, letting any and every man hit on you as much as they wanted. What changed between then and now?
Yeonjun returned with your drinks, giving you a flirty smile and glare at Sunghoon before walking away again.
Sunghoon snarled at him.
“Anyway!” You snapped, “How did you know what to even order me?”
Sunghoon chuckled, taking a sip of the alcohol, “I’ve known you for over a year, YN. I’ve seen what you drink when we’ve gone out and at parties. I know you.”
Somehow that hit hard to your heart, that he even paid that much attention to you outside of the constant teasing.
“You hate me, why go through this trouble?” you scoffed, chugging down your drink quickly, wanting to already feel the buzz.
“I hate you, but not in the same way you hate me,” he finally admitted, “It’s not any trouble at all to protect you, I’ve always done it, always shooed off anyone who would hit on you for too long. You just never noticed it.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your memory shoving back in time at every time someone hit on you, how they’d flirt and touch your waist, only for them to leave to grab a drink and never return. Now you know why, Sunghoon got to them.
“What do you mean that you don’t hate me the same way I hate you?”
Sunghoon looked away from you, chugging down the last bit of his drink before tossing it back onto the bar counter and taking a deep breath in.
“You hate me because of how I flirt with you, how I tease you about anything and everything. You hate me for how loud I blast my music, hate me for being loud when Heeseung, Jay, and Jake are over, hate me for the number of females I’ve brought in and out of my apartment, hate me because you think I had a threesome with those girls all that time ago when I actually didn’t, by the way, I sent them home before anything else could happen. And you hate me for competing against you in class, hate me for joining your friend group, the list goes on. But me? I hate you because of how bad I want you.”
He looked back at you, his face softened from his hardened look from earlier at Yeonjun. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding everything back.
Sunghoon wanted to yell at you for how stupid you were for not seeing how he felt about you. That his little teasing and acts of flirting were because he likes you. Yeah, he wanted to fuck your brains out along with that nasty attitude of yours, that ain’t no lie, but the moment he first laid his eyes on you his heart wanted to jump out his chest. And after seeing the way you eyed him up that one day you went to yell at him about his music, it tipped him over the edge to always wanting to be that thorn in your side pissing you off. Because it was better than making you feel nothing at all for him.
Sunghoon sighs, “I hate you because I want you so bad. I hate you because you can’t even dare say my name. I hate you for the things you make me feel. I fucking hate you for letting me kiss you in the car because now all I can think about is how I’d get my lips back on yours.”
You stared blankly at him, before nervously shaking your head and letting out a chuckle, “Right. This is just your way of teasing me again.”
“If I wanted to tease you right now, I’d bring up how badly you were gasping at my cock in the car.”
“Shut up!” You snapped, your face reaching the same shade as your dress.
He smirked at you, “All that aside, I want you so fucking bad that I can’t handle it anymore, and by how fucking wet you were for me…” he took a step closer to you, face nearly inches apart from yours, “I know you want me so bad too.”
You swallowed, body shaking from how close he was to you right now. Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, biting at his lower lip, “Say my name,”
You lifted your face a bit, barely brushing your lips to his, “No,”
Sunghoon’s hands were now at your waist, fingers digging into that sexy dress of yours that he wanted to rip from your body, “God I want to fuck that attitude out of you.”
Your heart was doing flips and you finally understood why: because of the feelings that ran deep within you that you sheltered up and locked away. Finally understanding that’s why he made your blood boil at nearly existing. You were forcing the feelings you felt for him away.
You landed your hands on his biceps, rubbing your thumb over the muscle, “Say my name,” he said again.
You smiled, shaking your head.
Sunghoon just smirked back at you, taking a few steps back and guiding you with him, “I am going to get you to say my name.”
You, for the first time, flirted back, “How are you going to do that?”
He didn’t respond, just kept pulling you toward the entrance of the club and until you were back at the hotel and being shoved into his room.
His mouth found yours, his hands roaming every inch of your body as your fingers trailed down his shirt, undoing every button until the black fabric was lying somewhere on the floor.
Sunghoon shoved his tongue down your throat at the same time he found the zipper to your dress, pulling it down in a shift motion to get you out of it quickly.
His cock was twitching in his pants, so eager to be set free and find its new home inside your cunt.
The moment your dress hit the floor, you were shoved onto your back on the bed, his hands on your hips and pulling you to the edge, looping his fingers into your panties nearly ripping them off you.
“So fucking needy,” you teased him, “Want me that bad?”
Sunghoon hissed, “You have no fucking idea.”
He towered over you, pressing his lips back to yours as his fingers slipped into your soaked pussy. You moaned against his mouth, closing your thighs around his hand.
“Say my name,” he said once again, “I wanna hear you say it.”
You bit your lip, ushering out another no.
Sunghoon was going insane for this little game of yours, it turned him on more than he’d like to admit. Maybe he was actually crazy.
“Say my name,” he said as he pushed his fingers into you harder, curling his fingers at your g-spot, “Scream my name and I might consider letting you cum.”
You slid your hand down to your clit, working your fingers against it, “That's fine, I’ll just make myself cum.”
Sunghoon groaned, swatting your hand from your clit and removing his fingers. Both hands grabbing at your waist and flipping you over, lifting your ass up and making your back arch, “Shit I can’t wait to fuck that attitude of yours away.”
“Funny you think that’s something that can be done,”
He took a handful of your hair and lifted you up, letting out a “Watch me,” in a whisper against your ear, then shoved you back down into the sheets.
You heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, then felt his tip prod at your entrance, “Prick…”
“What was that?”
“Pri—“
Before you could make out the word, he shoved his length into you, bottoming out then pushing himself back out and then in, not giving you any time to adjust to his size.
You didn’t care though, the pleasure was far too great as he fucked into you like you were a bitch in heat, “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll start thinking twice before giving me attitude again.”
And that’s how you ended up here, back pressed so tightly against his chest as his cock and fingers worked their magic on your body.
You reached your hands up and behind his, fingers tangling into his hair as your brain became foggy.
He fucked into you with the full intention of getting you to scream his name. Of getting you to come so unglued on his cock you’ll be begging him to fuck you some more.
Even with these goals in mind, Sunghoon couldn’t believe he had your body pressed up against his, cock so balls deep into your cunt, and hearing your moans so crystal clear in his ear. He loved it. Loved how much of a mess he was making of you.
He worked his middle finger faster against your clit, “Say my name,” he begged, “Say my fucking name.”
You bit down on your lip, trying with any willpower left that you had to keep from screaming his name. From giving him exactly what he wanted.
Sunghoon kept trying and wasn’t going to stop until his name left your lips. He’ll fuck you until the sun starts raising if he had to, all to hear your pretty voice speak his name.
Your climax was fast approaching, you wanted to cum so bad, and you knew what you had to do to reach it, finally letting go.
“Sunghoon,” you softly moaned.
“Louder,” he growled.
“Sunghoon,” you moaned again.
“Louder!”
“SUNGHOON,” you screamed at the same time you came on his dick, his fingers and thrusts did not slow long down.
“Fuccckkkk yessss,” he groaned, removing his fingers from your clit and using all his weight to push you back down into the sheets, his hands taking yours and lifting them above your head, pounding into you faster and harder than before.
You chanted his name, losing your breath at the ecstasy that filled you.
“That’s it, baby, scream my name like it’s the only name you’ll ever know.”
You continued to moan his name, making it music to his ears and filling his heart with such happiness he didn’t think was possible.
“Fuck, you love hoonie’s cock, ya? Love the way I give it to you?”
“Hoonie,” you cried out, “Fucking love your cock so much.”
Sunghoon gripped his hands tighter around yours, “Cum for me again baby, you can do it.”
You released on him again, your eyes seeing stars.
He pushed your legs further apart with his knees and fucked harder into you, “I’m so in love with you,” he admitted, “I love that stupid ass attitude of yours, I love fucking that attitude out, I love the way you say my name and love the way you look at me while I fuck you. I love you.”
You lifted your head, barely being able to look at him, but you did. You were looking up at him with such endearment. Like he was the one who put the stars in the sky just like he’s the one making you see them right now.
“Sunghoon,” he came undone at how softly you said his name, his seed unloading into your gummy walls, slowing his thrust as he chased down his high, “I love you too.”
—
You both sat hand in hand in the backseat, Sunghoon pinching your cheeks in a teasing manner as he rubbed his nose against yours, his smile so wide.
“Hey,” Jay called from the front seat, “What the fuck happened with you two?”
Heeseung groaned and slung his head onto the headrest, “You don’t even want to know! They were fucking each other's brains out all night.”
Chaewon yawned at the driver's seat, “Be lucky you didn’t have a room next to his.”
“No for real,” Heeseung added, “I got so tired hearing how many times he asked YN to cum for him. Wanted to shove pencils down my ears.”
Sunghoon slapped his friend's chest, “Bring earphones next time buddy.”
Jake and Yunjin looked at each other confused at what happened between their best friends, but going along anyway. Jake always knew Sunghoon had feelings for you and saw how he bottled it up. Jake guessed last night was Sunghoon’s tipping point. And Yunjin always knew you’d break at some point and accept Sunghoon, she just didn’t expect it to be as a lover.
“Anyway,” Jay said rubbing his temples, “Let’s hit the road, I have work tomorrow and need to sleep off more of this hangover.”
Chaewon then started the drive back home.
Sunghoon rested his face back against yours, bringing your lips to his, “Say my name again.”
“Sunghoon,” you whispered between kisses, “Sunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon.”
warnings ; swearing, mentions of kissing (?), too much fluff🥹
au ; roommate!sunghoon x reader
genre ; smau
𝓢. NOTE — as you can see this was heavily inspired by toothbrush by dnce guys 🤗 i loved making this it was so fun🥹 tysm again nene for giving me motivation and convincing me to always make you something that removes your boredom 😛
mature content featured, read at your own discretion
note: i know i know i said a writing schedule but this is my issue — i just want you all to read what i have planned so bad! i’ll start the schedule soon, ignore my last updated post
“you are infuriating!” you screeched, stomping your foot to the ground like a child.
“no, you are!”
“for goodness sake, you both are infuriating!” your professor interrupted your arguing with park sunghoon.
your worst enemy since middle school. now both ready to graduate university soon, nothing has changed.
you and sunghoon turned to your professor with looks of disgust towards one another. your professor has had you both in her classes for 3 semesters as you both shared a major.
“i’ve dealt with you two for too long! always arguing before, after, and during my lectures! you two can’t even stop bickering long enough to enjoy this nice class trip!” the professor rambled.
“professor, i really was trying to enjoy this trip—,” the professor cut you off
“no you haven’t! any given moment you started an argument with mr. park, knowing he will argue back. you two leave me no choice, you are to stay here in your rooms at the hotel, my assistant will be staying on the floor if you two need anything. he’ll most likely try to find a bonding exercise for you two.”
“if we stay here, that means we miss the exhibits!” sunghoon exclaimed, dark bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hurt, and anger towards you.
the professor shrugged. “hopefully it’ll teach you a lesson like i teach my children.” she scolded, waving her finger at both of you.
you and sunghoon stood in the hallway of the hotel dumbfounded that you would be missing the exhibit you both were so excited to view. three months you’ve been waiting for this trip!
you groaned in annoyance, “you just have to ruin everything, huh?”
sunghoon turned to you wide eyed, “me? you’re the one always starting shit between us two!”
“you could just ignore me.” you shrugged trying to place the blame all on him.
“ignore you? i’ve tried, and you never let it go. you keep pestering like an annoying little bug until i reply to you.”
your lip turned up, “listen here you little—,”
“finish that sentence and i’ll ask the hotel to make you clean toilets.” your professors graduate assistant snapped.
you and sunghoon turned around to face the young guy who couldn’t be more than 3 years older than you.
“faked being ill because my girlfriend happened to come down to the city to see me. haven’t seen her in four months as we live apart,” the assistant began explaining, “but now i have to babysit two annoying little young adults who can’t get along for nothing!”
“man, you don’t have to babysit us. we can care for ourselves.” sunghoon stated.
“and risk you two sneaking off?” the assistant shook his head.
you crossed your arms, “so what do you want us to do?”
“the hotel is low on staff in the kitchen. they just need help with dishwashing and putting together cutlery.”
“no way! i don’t want my fingers to turn into raisins!”
“that’s why gloves were invented, cherry.”
you narrowed your eyes, ready to stab sunghoon if you could, especially at the nickname he’s given you for the past year.
“you two, kitchen, now. you can go to your separate rooms afterwards. don’t snitch on me, help the kitchen out, and i’ll tell the professor you two got along well enough to be able to join in on the activities tomorrow.”
“deal.” both you and sunghoon agreed.
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it was all going well—decently well for you and sunghoon until you dropped a plate in the sink, causing the water to splash both you and him.
he splashed water back, so now you and him were banned from dishwashing and instead wrapping cutlery for future hotel guests.
about an hour later, you both were only half way done through the giant bucket of clean dishes.
“this is exhausting!” you sighed. “my neck is starting to hurt.”
“stop whining and just keep going.” sunghoon replied quietly.
“what’s got your panties in a twist?”
sunghoon dropped the fork and spoon he was holding. “mhm, i don’t know, maybe you? always starting arguments with me.”
“you’re the one who started it, park sunghoon.”
“when did i ever start? you are the one who started it back in middle school.”
“middle school? sunghoon, i never even talked to you in middle school until that day you said my hair bow was ugly.” you reminded him.
that’s when sunghoon became your enemy. maybe for a stupid reason, but as a young girl, you had tried a new hair style with a hair bow after your mom made you get a hair cut, that the salon butchered.
you were insecure about it for a while, but it only really unsettled you when sunghoon came up to you one day during lunch telling you that your ‘hair bow was ugly, and nothing can make your hair look pretty again.’
since then, you’ve always sought out to ruin park sunghoon. whether it was getting better grades, to become top of the class. becoming class president so he’d be class vice president.
or even childish things like a whoopie cushion, taking a picture of him picking his nose in private, and even starting arguments over small things.
but the biggest would have to be when you started dating his friend second to last year in high school, you two only ending the relationship a little over a year ago.
kang taehyun.
it was a sneaky move to date your enemy’s friend. but it worked in your favor as just your presence annoyed sunghoon. he started to dislike you even more then.
but it wasn’t like sunghoon and taehyun were best friends, they just happened to be in the same friend group.
sunghoon remembered the day he called your hair bow ugly. he actually didn’t think it was ugly, but he was upset about what he overheard you and your friends at the time saying about him.
then when sunghoon found out you were actually dating taehyun, he couldn’t believe it. he would tease you and only bring it up to taehyun the reasoning for you to date his friend was to annoy him.
sunghoon used to hate seeing you around all the time when he just wanted to be with his friends. he especially disliked whenever taehyun would be too handsy with you.
“i only called your hair bow ugly because you and your friends made fun of me.” sunghoon sighed deeply. his lips went into a thin straight line as he went back to his deep thinking, focused on wrapping the silverware.
you looked at him surprised and confused. “sunghoon, when did my friends and i ever make fun of you?”
sunghoon sighed once more, wanting to forget the whole incident, but knew now was probably a good, but very late time to confront you about it.
“i overheard you all laughing at the fact i was a figure skater at the time, and said something about me being feminine.”
you stood there, too much in shock. your brain racked old memories and conversations, trying to remember that exact time. as you stood and stared, sunghoon continue on with the kitchen chore.
then it hit you, and you slightly chuckled. “sunghoon, we weren’t laughing at you. we were admiring you. the fact you was a boy doing figure skating? we were so impressed! and the feminine thing was a compliment, i promise! i swear as young girls we were jealous because you had a nice body we were jealous of at the time.”
sunghoon snapped his head toward you, observing you for any chance of a lie. he saw none as you stood there and smirked.
“you really called my hair bow ugly, to upset me, because you misheard my conversation with my friends?”
sunghoon scoffed, “well i mean, as a young boy, it was hard enough being a figure skater. i was just, don’t know, very introverted and shy.”
which he still was most times.
“you aren’t introverted or shy around me, sunghoon.”
“because i can’t be. you drive me up the wall on my nerves.”
you laughed. sunghoon liked the sound. he always did.
then he asked, “did i really hurt your feelings by saying your bow was ugly?”
you nodded. “yes you did. that started a war.”
“a war between us that i think we can now end?”
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after another hour, you all were close to finished when the kitchen staff let you go. rubbing your neck, you complained, excited to shower and just lay around for the rest of the night.
it was only 6 in the evening, and the exhibit went on until 9 pm, and you both were sure the professor and classmates would be off doing their own thing for the rest of the night as curfew wasn’t until 1 am.
“wanna watch a movie?” sunghoon asked, startling you. “i mean, there’s nothing else going on for us, and we could, maybe, keep each other entertained?”
you shrugged. “sure. just let me shower first. my room or yours?”
“mine. my friend and roommate, heeseung, snuck in some beer.”
you smiled. “perfect.”
half an hour later, you both were showered, in comfy clothes, and in sunghoon’s hotel room, sitting on the couch at the end of the beds watching a movie.
two drinks in, sunghoon was feeling bold. “why did you date taehyun?”
being caught off guard, you slowly turned your head, then tilted. “uh, why?”
“did you only date him because of me? to make me mad or jealous?”
“more to make you mad.” you teased with a wink.
“well congrats, you made me both mad and jealous by dating my friend.” sunghoon snickered, sipping his bottle of beer. he was no where near drunk or even tipsy. just a bit of extra courage running through his veins.
it was him watching you out of the side of his eye that got him this way. your laugh, your smile, the smell of you, so intoxicating.
you were more shocked and confused than ever. “sunghoon, what?”
sunghoon leaned down to look at your face, “taehyun used to bitch and moan that he could never get in your pants. that you would tease him, only willing to dry hump with him.”
you swallowed but rolled your eyes as well. taehyun always did complain that you never let him have sex with you. it never really bothered you.
taehyun knew you were a virgin. what he didn’t know was that whenever you thought about finally being intimate with him, all you thought about what sunghoon. all you could see was sunghoon. your thoughts were consumed of sunghoon whenever you thought anything sexual.
“why wouldn’t you have sex with your boyfriend, cherry?”
“why do you call me cherry?”
“answer me first.” sunghoon placed the bottle on the floor bedside him so he could turn his body to face you once more.
“uh, well i just didn’t want to have sex with him.” you shrugged one shoulder.
“why not?”
“eh eh, i answered you, your turn.” you tsked.
sunghoon bit his lower lip, staring at your lips as he replied, “because of that cherry lip gloss you always wear.”
you were wearing it now. not only did it look good against your skin, it tasted good too, whenever you got your nervous antics and chewed on your lip.
sunghoon always observed you putting that cherry lip gloss on your lips. it started with the cherry chapstick in high school, but just a little over a year ago you started wearing the cherry lip gloss.
“now answer me.” sunghoon demanded.
you took in a deep breath wondering how much or little to tell him. “well,”
“—was it because he wasn’t me?” sunghoon interrupted, your eyes going wide.
“sunghoon, no, what would give you that idea?”
“he told me he heard you calling out another guy’s name while playing with a toy of yours. he looked at me with anger and disbelief as if i had something to do with it.”
your eyes still wide, mouth shaped into an ‘o.’ you laughed nervously waving sunghoon off, “ah, he probably misheard me, that’s all.”
“i don’t believe you cherry.” sunghoon stated, standing up from the couch only to stand directly in front of you. eye level now with his crotch, you looked at him with innocent and confused eyes.
“sunghoon—,”
sunghoon stopped you mid sentence just by his thumbs hooking to the hem of his sweats, only pulling them down a little, teasing to pull out his cock.
“have you only kissed and dry humped him? what else have you done with him while thinking of me?” sunghoon clicked his tongue.
you shook your head. “sunghoon you’re mistaken!”
“sucked taehyun’s dick while thinking of me? mhm, even dry hump him thinking and wishing it was my lap you were rocking against?”
each sentence, sunghoon leaned in closer, mouth inches from yours. he could smell the cherry lip gloss of yours. excited to taste it finally.
you closed your eyes because—it was the truth. all of it. you blurted, “i never had sex with him because i’m a virgin!”
sunghoon chuckled, raising to his full height again. with a smirk, “mhm so my cherry was waiting to get her cherry popped by her enemy.”
you tightened your legs closer together for friction, but also to prevent yourself from becoming any wetter at just his words.
your movement didn’t go unnoticed from sunghoon. he got down on his knees in front of you. “has my cherry thought about getting ate out from her enemy? have you imagined it was me instead of taehyun going down on you?”
you shook your head, wanting to not believe this was happening. it wasn’t until you felt sunghoon’s teeth bite your thigh through your own bottoms, you snapped your eyes open.
“what was that for!”
sunghoon laughed, “be honest baby.” then, you nodded. “guess i’ll have to make your imagination become reality, huh?”
quick and easy, he got your bottoms off of your legs, and used his thumb to tease your clit through your underwear. a wet spot already beginning to form.
sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with neediness and excitement. he got up from his knees, you internally protesting, until his lips captures yours into a searing kiss.
he whispered against your lips, “so tasty, cherry,” as he continued to intensely work his lips against yours, loving the cherry lip gloss against his own lips.
he soon fell back to his knees, kissing up your right thigh before he moved your underwear to the side, poking his index finger to your cunt. he was met with tightness and some resistance, but only because it was a new feeling, new fingers for you. long, fingers to be exact.
sunghoon poked his index finger in your hole, followed by his middle finger, your legs opening wider for him, head rolling to the back of the couch with a groan. your hands gripped the couch, fingers digging into the cushions.
sunghoon then added a third finger, his ring finger, and your right leg went to hook over his shoulder, him holding your left wide open for him.
it was so much you wanted to snap your legs closed. sunghoon rocked his fingers in and out a few times, until your wetness covered his fingers, and he pulled out, quickly undressing you of your underwear. but just as quickly as his fingers were gone, it was replaced with his tongue and lips.
“sung—hoon!” you sang into a moan, left hand gripping his locks.
he moaned into your cunt, lapping up the juices you had to offer to him, occasionally using his k-9 teeth to nibble on your folds and clit. when his lips found home onto your clit, using his tongue to swirl, teeth to nibble, three of his fingers entered back into your cunt, no warning or teasing. he began rocking his fingers in and out in a medium pace, his tongue flicking your bud.
your chest and stomach began to tighten, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, head rolling onto the back of the couch from left to right. he removed his lips, fingers still, only to spit on your cunt, and got right back to work as if he didn’t pause to begin with.
this orgasm was about to be intense. taehyun never gave you mind blowing head like this. he was always decent, though. but sunghoon’s tongue was magic and had you coming way too soon.
“hoon!” you moaned loudly, hoping no one outside the door could hear you. “i’m—hoon, i—come—my goodness!” you babbled.
sunghoon used only his tongue while you came down from your first orgasm of the night.
your body jerked from the overstimulation, you pushing sunghoon’s head away.
“taste so good, cherry. better than i imagined.” he whispered once again, against your lips, before kissing you, his tongue poking through to find yours.
while kissing him, sunghoon grabbed you by your thighs so he picked you up and held you, turning around so he sat on the couch with you straddling him.
your wetness immediately started to stain his sweats, but he didn’t care. “hump me, cherry.”
“like this?” you asked. he wanted you to hump him? you bare below, him with his sweats?
you squealed when a palm of his came down to your bare ass. “it wasn’t an option, cherry.”
you nodded, biting your lip, as you began to rock your hips back and forth and in circles around his cock which was imprinting through his sweats. your cunt could feel the outline of him, getting wetter with each movement.
soon, you were on your way to your second orgasm. sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as you became more sloppy, only worried about reaching your second orgasm.
“that’s it cherry, use me like you’ve always wanted.” fuck sunghoon’s words were not (but was) helping.
your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as your movements increased as your orgasm was approaching.
your thighs started to become wet from your own juices, a big spot covering sungoon’s outline.
sunghoon pulled you closer as you came, he began sucking and kissing your neck, sending you over the edge even more.
your movements slowed down, as his hands stayed glued to your hips. your breathing became heavy against his collarbone, you giving it a peck, leaving a lip mark.
you’ve had two orgasms, sunghoon none. you leaned back to look sunghoon in the eyes. “what about you coming?”
sunghoon’s lips perked up, “cherry, i’ll come, don’t you worry.”
sunghoon from underneath, pulled down his sweat pants, your thighs and cunt somewhat hovering over him. you felt his tip brush against your folds, your body shivering with excitement.
you only hoped your toys prepared you enough for this moment. sunghoon pushed his sweats off as far as he could, down to his ankles. his shirt came off next, along with yours, leaving you both completely naked.
“cherry, i hope you used a dildo big enough.” he stated as he pulled a condom out from between the couch cushions. you were to entranced to even comment on that.
you bit your lip, “i hope so too, hoon.” you sighed against his lips, kissing him, as he helped you ease down on his hard cock after he put on the condom.
you bit down on his lip when he fully pushed you down on his length, a loud moan coming from you both.
“fuck, so tight cherry.” sunghoon groaned, head leaning back against the couch. “those toys did nothing to prepare you for me.”
you stayed still, both in a comfortable position. “i’m scared to move.”
“just go slow, okay?” sunghoon’s fingertips ran up and down your spine to comfort you. with a sigh of pleasure, you lifted your hips to the tip only, to slowly push back down.
you were sure you felt him in your stomach. slowly, you kept a rhythm of up and down on his length, occasionally rocking your clit forward for friction.
soon your thighs were starting to tense and become tired. “hoon, can—can you take over please?” you sighed against his cheek, nose resting in his neck.
without even removing himself from in you, sunghoon stood up from the couch, your wetness dripping in between the both of you. he carried you over to his bed, your legs wrapped around him.
he laid you on the bed, again, never slipping from inside you. his hand found one of your hips, the other resting against your cheek.
“let me know if it’s too much.” sunghoon stated before he pulled out completely only to push back with such force, your cunt squelched, your eyes shutting, a loud moan leaving your lips.
“fuck! sunghoon!”
you wasn’t expecting that. but honestly, you wasn’t expecting or even wanting him to be gentle.
for the next however long, which felt like hours, sunghoon rutted his cock in and out of your cunt with ease, your wetness spilling out on your thighs and his.
his thumb came down to your clit, rubbing left, right, up, and down, stimulating you just right to bring you to your third orgasm of the night.
“that’s it cherry, baby come on my cock. come on your first cock. fuck!” sunghoon moaned. “such a dirty slut thinking about your enemy while with that ex of yours.”
“hoon—sorry,” you apologized for no reason at all. why was you apologizing?
“wanted me to be the one to pop your cherry? got your wish.” sunghoon sighed, his pace of thrusts speeding up and becoming sloppy as he was chasing his first orgasm. “fucking whore thinking of me while playing with your toys. imagining it was me eating you out. kissing you. all while with—,”
with a loud, explosive moan, you cut sunghoon off as you came for the third time. no squirting involved, but you did have so much wetness dripping out of you, anyone could be mistaken.
sunghoon released into the condom with a low, throaty, growl-like moan, collapsing on top of you before rolling off.
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
sometime in the middle of the night, you heard hush whispers. you didn’t move an inch, only somewhat, subconsciously listening.
“sorry man, i can ask her to leave?”
“absolutely not! i’ll go bunk with her roommate for this trip. once i tell her why i need somewhere to sleep she will be more than thrilled.”
it was heeseung, coming in after 3 am. once he saw you and sunghoon in the same bed, he didn’t even ask questions, only smiled.
about damn time you two fucked the anger out of one another.
sunghoon crawled back in bed next to you, your body only covered by a shirt of his. sunghoon stared at your sleeping figure with a smile.
GENRE: older brother’s friend, established relationship, fluff, skinship, teasing.
SYNOPSIS: When Jake drags you and Sunghoon to the ice rink, he’s determined to keep an eye on you two. But true to form — a literal walking disaster, he somehow ends up face-first on the frozen surface. As Jake attempts to recover, it’s the quiet moments between you and Sunghoon that make the sparks impossible to ignore.
Jake had one job. Just one.
He made it his mission to keep an eye on you and Sunghoon. But leave it to him to turn the simplest task into a full-on disaster.
The sharp crack of a push-along penguin collides with the ice. The sound snaps your attention away from the pink laces of your skates.
And there he is, the nation’s natural walking disaster, arms flailing wildly, knees buckling, and his whole body tilted at an angle that absolutely screams this is going to end badly. A yell of horror bursts from his mouth, dramatic and doomed as he full-body slams into the rink barriers.
He hits the ice with all the grace of a collapsing lawn chair, now sprawled along the edge of the rink, muttering something about a “total backstab from the ice gods.”
You blink. Then sigh.
What was he even thinking? Seriously? Who steps onto the ice like that? With zero coordination. No warm-up. No plan. Just blind faith and vibes.
What an idiot.
Jake’s left skate twitches. It's just as traumatised as he is. His face twists into a painfully awkward grimace, as if he's stepped on a Lego. He weakly throws a thumbs-up, like a man trying to convince the world (and himself) that nothing about this moment is humiliating.
Hand clasped over your mouth, you’re stifling in a chuckle which earns you a look that’s part betrayal, part plea for help. As if it’s your fault gravity has it out for him today.
“Should’ve stayed off the ice, genius,” you tease, glancing back at Sunghoon who’s effortlessly executing a perfect spin.
Jake frowns, wobbling as he tries to stand with all the determination of someone who’s clearly lost the battle already.
“Did I ask for your commentary?”
“I’m just doing my job” you say, hands raised in mock defence, watching him trip over his own feet... again.
Jake winces, rubbing his elbow as he tries to sit up, but before he can say anything, Sunghoon’s gliding over effortlessly, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He comes to a smooth stop beside Jake’s sprawled form.
He leans down, offering a hand with a growing grin. “You alright? Or should we call for penguin-shaped medical assistance?”
Jake glares up at him like a wounded animal, dignity scraped raw along with his knees, before taking the offered hand wearily.
“I knew coming here with the two of you was a mistake. One’s an Olympic hopeful, the other’s a traitor.”
But that's just typical Jake, dragging you both here just to have front-row seats to his chaos.
“I’m not a traitor” you remark “Just an honest observer of natural disasters.”
“Disaster? Please. I was being avant-garde.”
“You were being uncoordinated,” Sunghoon laughs whilst brushing ice off Jake’s jacket. A sound so smooth, it almost makes you forget your brother nearly cracked his skull open.
Jake's scowling, clearly defeated but not willing to admit it. You can’t help but grin at the easy dynamic between them. The teasing, the banter, the subtle care beneath it all.
His hands move carefully over the fabric, but his eyes keep drifting to you. In a bright yet steady way like he's memorising every little detail about you.
You feel his gaze on you, warmth creeping up your neck, eyes now shifting to your skates.
Oh no. Your heart skips a beat or maybe two. It's like you've forgotten how to breathe. When you finally manage to look up, he's still watching you with a quiet amusement dancing in his eyes
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Jake is still half-covered in frost, groans. "Oh my god. Can we not flirt over my frozen corpse?”
“That’s rich, coming from someone who thinks sticky notes are a foolproof flirting method.” you blurt, pressing your scarf to your cheeks, hoping he won’t notice how red you’ve gone.
Jake’s eyes widen at your words, and for a split second, he forgets all about his bruised pride and the ice that’s still slowly melting into his clothes. He looks absolutely scandalized as if you’ve just announced his darkest secret to the entire rink.
“Sticky notes,” he scoffs, though there's a slight edge of embarrassment creeping into his voice.
“You’re exaggerating. It was a unique method. And highly effective— but you're no longer listening to his “unique” techniques.
Instead your eyes are flickering to Sunghoon who’s pretending to be totally absorbed in adjusting his gloves. His lips twitch in amusement. Then his eyes find yours, confident and mischievous before he looks away. It's like he's fully aware of the effect he has on you.
Jake’s eyebrow arches sharply as he catches the subtle exchange, his tangent momentarily forgotten. “What’s with the secret staring contest?” he asks, voice sounding half-amused, half-baffled.
You shrug, face still warm “Nothing.”
Jake’s grin widens like he’s just uncovered a treasure trove of scandals. “Uh-huh. Sure. Nothing.”
You can’t help but let out a soft groan, pressing your fingers to your forehead. In a half-hearted attempt to shield your growing embarrassment but Jake’s eyes are practically twinkling now. There's absolutely no way to talk your way out of this one. Sunghoon’s laughter is low, warm, and dangerously close to being too perfect for the moment. You almost can’t decide if it's charming or frustrating at this point.
“Seriously, you two are like this close to turning into a rom-com plot,” Jake teases, wiggling his fingers between you and Sunghoon.
His grin widens as he watches you squirm, clearly enjoying every second of this. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he’s definitely aware of the subtle tension between you and Sunghoon. After all, he’s your older brother—he would catch on.
You roll your eyes, mentally bracing for the inevitable "Jake, I swear—" but he cuts you off.
“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a break. I won’t push it... for now.” He takes a step back but not without giving you one last look that says he knows.
“Remember, I’m watching you,” Jake says, eyeing you both suspiciously “No funny business. Keep it PG.”
And just when you think he's leaving towards the bleachers he turns to Sunghoon "I saw that smile. You’re a guilty man.”
And now Jake’s somewhere behind you, perched on a bench. Possibly muttering about unspeakable betrayals” and “obvious romantic tension,” or maybe even inventing some new swear words for ice.
The rink feels quieter now as the chaos from earlier dims to a gentle hum of laughter and the soft scrape of blades against ice. You feel it before you hear it. The shift in the air, a presence that’s almost tangible.
When you glance over your shoulder, Sunghoon’s there, trailing ahead with the same smooth ease as always. His movements are fluid like water.
"Still alive?" he calls back
You bite back a smile. “Barely” you mutter, biting your lip. “If I fall, you’re carrying me out.”
He waits a few feet ahead as you make your way over to him. He reaches for your hands, warm and steady. The contact is electric, yet somehow grounding.
Your heart's stuttering again but he doesn't rush, doesn't grip too hard. It's just gentle and there’s an undeniable certainty in it.
“You’re bending your knees too much” he murmurs, voice low.
“I’m trying not to faceplant.”
“You won’t.” His fingers tighten lightly around yours, guiding with quiet assurance “You’ve got me.”
“Real smooth,” you whisper. He flashes you a grin, full of boyish charm and it makes your chest flutter.
He continues guiding you across the ice then stops gracefully near the edge of the rink. Leaving you both suspended in that small perfect moment of trust.
You're really looking at him now. Has he always been this beautiful? The curve of his jaw, moles scattered on his face like stars and that illegal dimple taunts you every time he smiles.
He glances back at you and for a moment, his confident grin falters. He's realised just how close you've been standing. With shyness washing over him, he tilts his head down.
“So.. was this a lesson?” you ask, your head leaning against your shoulder, an attempt to meet his shy eyes. Now you’re tugging at his hand that's lightly clasped in yours.
He exhales a small chuckle, before admitting honestly “Mm. A very hands-on one.”
“You just wanted an excuse to touch me,” you tease, trying to sound casual, but failing.
He shrugs, that familiar smile greeting you. “Guilty.”
“Jake’s gonna murder you.”
“Jake can barely walk.” he mumbles, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns over the back of your hand.
You glance at Jake who's still glued to the bench, shooting daggers at the both of you.
Sunghoon leans in close, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. "Just wait till we leave," he begins. "I’ve got more lessons for you."
Jake mouths from behind the glass "Can you two not?" as he dramatically mimes a gag."
Sunghoon flashes you a sly smile "Let’s go before he faints from secondhand embarrassment."
And with that, he's leading you effortlessly. The rink, the chaos, and everything else fades leaving only that warm feeling of his hand in yours.
⊹ enha4everr’s note ⊹ ahhh i’ve finally finished my exams :) i’m really excited to share this fic with y’all. happy reading <3 hehe sulky jake and charming hoon. i know this piece isn't perfect but it's all about growth! i hope to bring more fics for y’all ;)
make sure to check out the the bonus chapter here and the prequel - sugar talk (jake's fic!!)
just a reminder that this piece of writing is from my imagination and does not represent the names mentioned.
Winter, freezing, breath turning white in the air.
You stood shivering at the bus stop, hugging your bag like it could warm you.
He didn’t know you yet, not really — only your name from a class you shared, the shape of your handwriting on a shared worksheet.
He didn’t talk to you.
He only stepped slightly to the side so the wind hit him instead of you.
That night, he wrote in his Notes app:
Birthday wish 2021:
I hope next year is easier.
You weren’t close yet, not officially.
But your friend groups started mixing, and Sunghoon found himself always drifting toward wherever you were sitting.
He noticed things.
The way you always tucked your hair behind your ear before speaking.
The way you smiled at people’s jokes even when they weren’t funny.
The way you laughed with your whole face when something genuinely delighted you.
On his 20th birthday, everyone surprised him.
You were the one holding the cake.
You were the one who nudged his shoulder and said, “Make a good wish, okay? Don’t waste it.”
He pretended to roll his eyes.
That night, instead of writing an actual wish, he wrote:
Birthday wish 2022:
I don’t want to be lonely anymore.
…but I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
He didn’t let himself write your name.
He wasn’t brave enough yet.
By 21, you were in his life consistently.
Study sessions. Coffee runs.
Inside jokes. Shared playlists.
Moments that looked small from the outside but felt enormous from the inside — where his heart lived.
That was the year he realised he noticed you more than anyone else.
He noticed when you were tired.
He noticed when you were sad.
He noticed when you walked into a room, even if he was pretending not to.
You bought him gloves for his birthday.
Simple, black, warm gloves.
He stared at them for a full minute, fingers brushing the knit like it meant more than it should.
And it did.
That night, he typed slowly, carefully:
Birthday wish 2023:
I hope she stays.
I hope she never realises she deserves someone better.
He didn’t sleep much that night.
He kept rereading it, wondering if he was being selfish.
He never deleted it.
Everything shifted that year.
You started dating someone briefly — nothing serious.
Sunghoon told himself he didn’t care.
He lied.
He grew quieter around you.
More hesitant.
More careful.
He didn’t want you to see it hurt.
But it did.
On his 22nd birthday, you hugged him.
A long hug.
The kind that felt like a memory pressed into his chest.
He didn’t let go first.
That night, his wish was short:
Birthday wish 2024:
I wish I knew what she feels.
I wish I wasn’t so afraid to ask.
This was the year everything changed.
You didn’t date anyone anymore.
You were in his life again—everywhere.
Laughing with him. Sharing late-night snacks.
Falling asleep on his shoulder during movie nights.
He kept catching himself looking at you too long.
Wanting too much.
Needing too much.
On the night before his 23rd birthday, he stayed up late staring at the blinking cursor in his Notes app.
He typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Finally, when the clock hit 12:01 AM, he wrote:
Birthday wish 2025:
I wish I was brave enough to tell her it’s her.
He didn’t even lock the note.
He didn’t expect anyone to look.
He didn’t expect you to be the one holding his phone hours later.
The room was quiet in the way late nights always were — lights low, voices gone, warmth settling into the couches like a heavy blanket. Everyone had left hours ago, leaving only discarded party hats, half-drunk soda cans, and the soft smell of the birthday candles.
Sunghoon was stretched out on the couch in a way he never let himself be around others, long legs propped up, an arm thrown over his face. His hair was mussed, cheeks faintly pink from the warmth and the hour.
He looked… soft.
Unprotected.
Like the day had finally worn his defences down.
You sat on the floor beside him, scrolling through your phone, then reaching for his when yours died.
“Can I use yours?” you asked.
He hummed something that meant yes and nudged it toward you without opening his eyes.
You didn’t intend to snoop.
You didn’t even mean to open the Notes app.
Your thumb slipped.
That was all.
A simple, stupid slip.
And there it was.
A note already open — as if the universe pushed it to the surface.
Birthday wish 2025:
At first, you didn’t read it.
You closed the app.
Opened it again.
Closed it.
Your heart was already racing.
You didn’t know why.
You told yourself you shouldn’t read it.
You told yourself this was private.
Sacred.
And then — slowly — like peeling back the corner of something fragile, you read the single line.
I wish I was brave enough to tell her it’s her.
Your entire body went still.
It felt like being plunged into warm water and cold air at the same time.
A rush.
A blow.
A quiet, devastating realisation.
Your fingers trembled.
Your breath caught.
Your heart stuttered violently against your ribs.
You read it again.
And again.
You knew exactly who “her” was.
You didn’t need a name.
It hit you slowly at first…
Then all at once.
Everything made sense — the way he looked away when you caught him staring, the way he lingered near you without explanation, the way he listened to you like you were something fragile he was afraid to lose.
Years suddenly rearranged themselves into something new.
Painfully new.
Behind you, the couch creaked softly.
Sunghoon sat up.
He rubbed his eyes, hair falling in his face, voice rough with sleep.
“You good?” he murmured.
You didn’t turn around.
You couldn’t.
Your throat was tight. Your hands felt numb.
You were staring at that one line like it might disappear.
“Y/N?” he said again, more alert now.
You finally looked at him.
And the moment his eyes met yours — wide, soft, barely awake — something shifted in his expression.
He saw the phone in your hand.
He saw the screen.
His heartbeat visibly stopped.
“Don’t—” he blurted out, his voice breaking before he could hide it. “Don’t read that.”
He reached for the phone — instinctive, desperate — but you pulled it close to your chest.
“Hoon,” you whispered, “I already did.”
Silence.
Complete, heavy, suffocating silence.
Sunghoon froze, hand suspended in the air, chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths. His eyes darted away, jaw flexing, fingers curling into a fist like he was bracing himself for a hit that hadn’t come.
He looked like you had peeled him open.
Like you had reached into the most private part of him and touched something he’d spent years protecting.
“I didn’t—” He swallowed hard. “I didn’t want you to ever see that.”
The hurt in his voice made your heart twist.
“Hoon—”
“No.” His voice cracked. “Please. Just pretend you didn’t read it. I’m serious.”
He stormed past you — not angry, just terrified — and stood with his back toward you, fingers gripping the edge of the kitchen counter like he needed something to hold him upright.
You stood slowly.
Then softer, but steady:
“Sunghoon… how long?”
He exhaled shakily.
His shoulders curled inward.
He didn’t turn around.
“You don’t get to ask me that,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Not when— not when it’s written all over my face and you still never—”
He stopped himself.
He shook his head.
He pressed a hand over his mouth.
You stepped closer.
“Sunghoon.”
He didn’t move.
“Talk to me.”
“Don’t,” he said hoarsely. “If I look at you right now I’ll say everything I’ve been trying not to say for years.”
Your breath caught.
You reached out, fingers brushing the back of his arm.
He flinched — not away from you, but toward the comfort he was scared to accept.
“Hoon… it’s me, isn’t it?”
You swallowed. “Your wish. It’s about me.”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Then, barely audible:
“It’s always been you.”
Your heart cracked wide open.
He kept talking, words spilling in a quiet panic.
“I kept thinking you’d leave. I kept thinking you’d find someone better. I kept telling myself I could handle just being your friend. And every year I wrote something stupid in that stupid app because wishing felt safer than ruining everything—”
He breathed sharply, knuckles white against the counter.
“Please,” he whispered, “don’t say anything you don’t mean. I can’t— I can’t take that tonight.”
You moved in front of him, gently, forcing him to meet your eyes.
He hesitated.
Then he looked up.
He looked devastated.
Exposed.
Soft in the way he only ever got around you.
“Hoon,” you said, voice trembling, “I read every wish. I understood every one.”
His lip parted, disbelief flickering in his eyes.
“I thought you never felt the same,” he whispered.
“I thought you didn’t,” you answered just as softly.
Silence again — but this time warm, full, thick with the truth you had both been choking down for years.
Then you reached up, cupping his jaw gently.
He closed his eyes.
Leaned into your touch like he’d been starving for it.
When he opened them again, they were shining.
“Is this real?” he breathed.
You nodded.
“Come here,” you whispered.
He did — slowly, carefully — like he was afraid the floor might break if he stepped wrong. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing unevenly, hands hovering near your waist but not touching, like he didn’t believe he was allowed to.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“I need to hear you say it.”
Your fingers slid up into his hair.
“It’s me too, Hoon,” you whispered. “It’s always been you.”
He broke.
Not in tears — but in relief.
In the soft, aching way someone collapses into the truth after holding it in so long their ribs hurt.
When he kissed you, it wasn’t urgent.
It wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t frantic.
It was slow.
Warm.
A quiet surrender years in the making.
Like he had wished for this moment every single birthday and could finally finally open his eyes.
storylines — all members know each other. sunghoon, jake, and heeseung are a friend group. sunoo and ni-ki are friends. jay and jungwon are roommates.
disclaimer — all stories contain angst, with little to none suggestive themes except jake's. so if you are looking for a primarily smutty series, it is not this one (sowwy) !!
이희승 — you never asked
synopsis — you knew heeseung for over 10 years after being neighbors with him, and you both were so very closs. but in university, he met new girls, new friends, new everything, while you knew only your roommate, who was your new best friend. but after a fight at the bar, you storm out and he tries to get you back. doing nothing but getting you.
genre + paring — bestfriend!heeseung x quiet!reader angst fluff
박종성 — high expectations
synopsis — you were the lazy student, the one who always studied last minute. but jay was the one who was always working, always done with his work in less than 10 minutes. but when your worlds both collide with each other in the business courses you take, the worlds start to combine.
synopsis — you met jake at a club completely by fate, and he immediately fell in love with you, telling his best friends about you. but after finding out he goes to the same college as you, he immediately starts making moves directly for you.
박성훈 — everything that was left behind & everything that came back
synopsis — park sunghoon has been your ex for a few months, but once you get in contact with him again, hope blossoms in your head.
genre + paring — avoidant!sunghoon x anxious!reader angst & fluff
김선우 — vacation lover
synopsis — kim sunoo was your summer love, the one from korea whom you loved with everything you had for three months. but you had to leave, as your vacation began to end. but once you get back, he has already changed numbers. but as college season starts again, you may see him again.
genre + paring — summerlove!sunoo x afab!reader angst & fluff
양정원 — in my dreams
synopsis — yang jungwon was your academic rival at university who despised you harshly. you both would always compete over who has the better grades or better exams. but your professor is sick of you both fighting, so he partners you together. and now, there's nothing but tension and feelings surrounding you both.
synopsis — riki was a boy you met through a project presentation, but you were too cold and mean compared to his sunshine-like personality. but still, even through that, he tries to break through your rock-hard persona.
