HARD THOUGHT (p. sunghoon)
pairing: idol!sunghoon x ceo’s daughter!reader || wc: 1.6k || cw: smut! kissing, making out, multiple mentions of sex, fingering, oral (f rec.), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, marking, breast/clit play, dirty talk, strong language, use of petnames || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: based on this request!!
he spots you for the first time on a random monday afternoon.
sunghoon is walking back from vocal lessons, towel still slung around his neck, hair damp from practice. the hallway near the executive floor is quieter than the usual chaos of the practice rooms. he’s scrolling through his phone when the elevator doors open and you step out, wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans, a lanyard swinging around your neck like you belong here but don’t quite want to show it.
you’re carrying a paper bag that smells suspiciously like the fried chicken place down the street. your hair falls softly around your face as you smile at something on your phone. when you look up, your eyes meet his for half a second. polite, distant, a little shy. you give the tiniest nod before heading towards your father’s office.
he freezes mid-step. that’s the ceo’s daughter.
everyone in the building knows about you, even if most have never spoken to you. you visit sometimes — quietly, never for too long, never drawing attention. sunghoon has heard the staff whisper about how sweet you are, how you always thank the cleaners and remember the receptionists’ names. but seeing you in person hits different. something about the way you carry yourself, soft but sure, makes his stomach flip.
he doesn’t say anything. just watches you disappear down the corridor.
after that, he starts noticing you more.
you show up every couple of weeks. sometimes you bring snacks for your father’s team. sometimes you sit in the corner of the cafeteria with a book or laptop, earphones in, legs tucked under you. sunghoon finds excuses to pass by that area more often than necessary. he tells himself it’s coincidence. his members tease him when they catch him staring a little too long.
“bro, you’re down bad,” jake laughs one day in the practice room.
sunghoon denies it, ears turning pink. but he can’t stop thinking about the way you smiled at the security guard last week, or how you laughed softly when your dad tried to feed you a piece of fruit in the lounge.
one rainy thursday, he finally talks to you.
he’s in the elevator heading down to the parking garage when you slip in at the last second, shaking raindrops from your coat. you’re wearing a cream sweater that looks extremely soft. the doors close and it’s just the two of you.
“hi,” you say quietly, voice warm. “you’re sunghoon, right? from enhypen.”
he blinks, surprised you know his name. “yeah. and you’re… the ceo’s daughter?”
you laugh lightly. “you can call me by my name. everyone does when my father isn’t around.”
the elevator ride is short but it feels endless. he asks about the weather, stupid small talk, but you answer like it’s the most interesting question in the world. when the doors open, you hesitate.
“it was nice meeting you properly,” you say, offering a small smile before stepping out into the rain.
he watches you open your umbrella and disappear. his heart is racing harder than after any performance.
from then on, your conversations grow.
you start timing your visits when you know the boys might be around. you bring iced americanos for the whole group one afternoon, remembering sunghoon likes his extra sweet. he blushes when you hand him the cup with a shy “i hope it’s okay.”
he starts leaving little things for you too. a pack of your favorite snacks he noticed you eating once, placed on the table in the lounge with a sticky note that just says “for a sweet girl :) -sunghoon”. you text him after finding it — your number given by your dad for “company matters” — and the messages become a regular thing.
late night texts turn into voice notes. he sends you practice room videos when he’s staying late. you send him pictures of sunsets from your favorite café near campus. the crush deepens slowly, deliciously.
one night, the building is almost empty. your dad is in a late meeting overseas, and you’ve come by to pick up some documents he forgot. sunghoon is still in the practice room, working on a new choreography alone because he can’t get the footwork right.
you knock softly on the door.
he’s sweating, white t-shirt clinging to his chest, hair messy. when he sees you, he straightens up immediately.
“hey, what are you doing here so late?”
“just grabbing something for my dad. i just… heard music and thought i’d say hi.” you step inside, closing the door behind you. the mirrors reflect both of you under the dim lights.
you sit on the floor against the wall and watch him practice. he feels nervous under your gaze but also energized. after a while he sits beside you, both of you breathing quietly.
“you work so hard,” you murmur, eyes tracing his profile. “it’s impressive.”
he turns to look at you. the air feels thicker. “thank you. i… like it when you come by. the building feels… brighter.”
your cheeks flush. you bite your lip and he can’t stop staring at your mouth.
“sunghoon, i—” you whisper.
he leans in first. the kiss is tentative, soft, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. but you don’t. you cup his face and kiss him back, deeper, until you’re both breathless.
“i’ve wanted to do that for months,” he confesses against your lips.
“me too.”
things escalate quickly after that night.
stolen kisses in empty hallways. his hands on your waist when no one is looking. late night drives where he parks somewhere quiet and you make out in the backseat like teenagers. he’s gentle with you, always checking if you’re comfortable, but there’s a hunger underneath — the way his fingers dig into your hips, the way he groans when you tug his hair.
one weekend, your father is away for another business trip. you invite sunghoon over to the family apartment, the one with the huge windows overlooking the city.
the moment the door closes, he’s on you.
he presses you against the wall, kissing down your neck while his hands slide under your shirt.
“i've been thinking about you all week,” he murmurs, voice low. his breath is hot against your skin.
you pull him toward your bedroom. clothes come off slowly — his hoodie, your top, his jeans. he lays you down on the bed like you’re something precious, but his eyes are dark with want.
sunghoon takes his time. he kisses every inch of you, tongue tracing your collarbones, sucking marks into your breasts until you’re arching off the bed. when he finally reaches between your thighs, he groans at how wet you already are.
“all this for me?” he asks, sliding one finger inside you, then two, curling them perfectly while his thumb circles your clit.
you moan his name, hips rolling against his hand. he watches you with hooded eyes, mesmerized, until you come undone around his fingers.
he doesn’t stop there. he kisses down your body and replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking broad stripes through your folds, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs are shaking around his head. you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, making him moan against you.
“sunghoon— fuck, please,” you whimper.
he climbs back up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. when he finally pushes inside you, slowly, both of you gasp. he’s big, stretching you perfectly. he stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
“you feel so good,” he whispers. “so tight… so perfect.”
then he starts moving. deep, steady thrusts that quickly turn desperate. the sound of skin against skin fills the room along with your moans and his quiet curses. he fucks you like he’s been holding back for months — because he has.
you come again with his name on your lips, clenching around him. he follows soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken groan.
afterwards, he pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temple.
“i really like you,” he says quietly. “not just… this. i like everything about you.”
you smile against his skin. “i like you too, hoon. a lot.”
from then on, the relationship grows in secret.
you still visit hybe, but now there are stolen moments in storage rooms and quick kisses before he goes on stage. he sends you flowers to your university with no name. you sneak into his dorm sometimes when the members are out, laughing as he shushes you while pressing you into his bed.
the sex is always intense but laced with sweetness. he loves eating you out for ages, making you come multiple times before he even thinks about himself. he loves when you ride him, hands on his chest, watching your face as you take him deep. he loves fucking you against the mirror in the practice room after hours, making you watch how pretty you look falling apart for him.
one night after a particularly long day, he’s exhausted but still pulls you onto his lap on the couch in your apartment.
“i missed you,” he mumbles against your neck, hands already sliding under your skirt. “i've been so busy lately… i couldn't wait to see you.”
you grind down on him, feeling him harden beneath you. soon you’re sinking onto his cock, both of you moaning softly. he guides your hips with strong hands, thrusting up to meet you, whispering praises the whole time.
you come together, clinging to each other.
being with the ceo’s daughter isn’t always easy. there’s the secrecy, the fear of rumors, the pressure of his idol life. but sunghoon never makes you feel like a secret he’s ashamed of. he looks at you like you’re his favorite place in the world.
and every time you walk into the hybe building, even now, his eyes find you immediately across the room. that same soft, heart-racing feeling from the very first time.
he’s completely, hopelessly in love with you.
and you’re falling just as hard.
© jongst4r, 2026
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