hi guys! I haven't been here for a long time simply bcs i got work and uni and also after news about heeseung I wanted to take time to focus on my own life to have something stable to rely on. so now I came to make an announcement.
I see all of the requests u have sent so far and im thankful that u trust me ur ideas and thoughts! I'm also thankful for the compliments about my writings. thank u so much💗
I still have A LOT of drafts and ideas and im planning on writing and releasing them slowly one after one, still paying attention to my real life.
since these drafts and requests have been here before heeseung left I will be posting them including heeseung (since it was an original plan and something you expected when asked). however! I do respect his decision to go solo so if i write down new ideas on enhypen they will be without heeseung. he's still my main focus in works but I will be posting him separately. I also want you to respect this decision and if u do not support it or my opinion on this situation it's okay u can always block me or just ignore this post. I love heeseung with my whole heart as much as enhypen and every member in it so I put their happiness and mental health before anything else. I've also been struggling with this situation since a lot of people are spreading their desperation and rumors online however I ended up sticking to this version. I dont care what others will think as long as guys happy with what they're doing.
thank u so much for the activity again, I promise to be back with works as soon as possible!
...He would never do it for others. But he does it for you.
Sunghoon is a difficult person. Everyone around him knows it. He hates loud music that bustle in the street with drunk people around. He hates going out too much, giving preference to staying in when there is an opportunity. He hates clingy people who are obsessed with touching him and always manage to get him annoyed.
He is that type. He's always been.
But how surprising it is when people find out about his other side — the type of Sunghoon that never existed for others. The one who moves his feet to the rhytm of music. The one who goes out instead of staying at home in silence. The one who doesn't mind touching that much.
Sunghoon can truly be different. But only with one condition — if there's you around.
***
The music was loud — ears hurt from the volume of sounds. The room where one of your friends held the party was full of people — it was hot and stuffy, even your forehead went damp.
You were in the middle of the crowd, swaying to the rhythm and singing along with the songs that were playing on the loud volume. You were the main character. You've always been. The one that people look up to, admire, and sometimes get annoyed by.
It would be normal for you to stand there alone, dancing and not caring about the world. It would also be clearly natural if you were moving your body, joining other people who were just like you — loud, extroverted, excited.
But in fact, you were staying next to Sunghoon — the quietest person you'd ever known — trying to make him dance with you.
"C'mon! It's not that hard!" you yelled, making sure Sunghoon was hearing everything you were saying. "Just move your hands like this," you made an embarrassingly bold movement with your hands, trying to match the rhythm of the music.
Anyone who had been with you at that moment would have laughed or tried to leave your side — that much embarrassing you looked. But Sunghoon was there — chuckling out of pure joy, watching you with eyes full of admiration. He even tried to repeat your movements, but it looked more awkwardly.
"Yeah, yeah, just like that!" you encouraged him, seeing how much of a progress he'd made. "Keep going, and soon you'll may be able to beat me," you said jokingly, making Sunghoon chuckle again and show his fangs.
When the music suddenly switched to a slower one, you looked around and felt someone stepping closer. Sunghoon was standing there, too far away to be getting into your personal space, but not close enough to make you feel his breath on your face.
He politely offered you his hand, looking at you with a soft expression. "May I ask you for a dance?"
You giggled at his gentleman-like tone and gave him your hand — his was slightly shaking and sweating.
He pulled you closer by your waist with his other hand, his face moving closer to yours. You two started swaying to the music, Sunghoon was leading both of you.
"Didn't know you can dance..." you quietly said, watching your hand disappear in his bigger one.
"I can't," he chuckled, showing off his teeth, his eyes glistening with the lights in the room. "I just prefer slower music."
You nodded in understanding, pursing your lips.
"Sorry for dragging you here and making do all of this..."
The difference between you two was clear. You always knew it but managed to not pay attention. However, now you felt guilty for possible discomfort you might had caused.
"It's okay," Sunghoon stopped the flow of your anxious thoughts, his eyes gently looking into yours, but voice staying firm. "It's okay if it's you."
His words made something bloom inside you. You didn't know what it was yet, but it surely felt warm and comforting.
Even if Sunghoon had never said it out loud. Even it stayed unspoken for quite a long time. You both still knew it deep inside your hearts — Sunghoon surely got a soft spot for you.
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“tell me what would you do? if everything felt right when she dimmed the lights, i bet you would do what she tells you to.”
stoner!heeseung x fem!reader
length: 3.6k
warnings: smut (minors dni), drug and alcohol use, unprotected sex, car sex, mild infidelity (not really) (reader is non-exclusive with jake), shotgunning with smoke, high tension high reward
synopsis: you've never smoked weed before. and you've been seeing jake for the past who-even-knows-how-long. so how on earth did you wind up in his best friend's car with a joint between your lips?
( 音楽 ) :: gun show, lil hero ☆ swim good, frank ocean ☆ lavender sunflower, tory lanez ☆ paradise, chase atlantic ☆ nights like these, the kid laroi :: ❤︎₊ ⊹
⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ ummm hello??? i've kinda of been on hiatus for a while but sudden inspiration (and a newly finished playlist) struck. i kind of wrote this with a few specific songs in mind, so if you want to be extra immersed you can listen while reading heehee
i probably still won't be posting regularly but i hope this is a worthy apology for my absence ㅤ♡
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12:34am ─── gun show ☆ lil hero
you weren't one to cause trouble. really.
you wouldn't have stooped so low, pulled something so petty, if you weren’t so pissed off. anger made you reckless. messy.
and maybe—just this once—you liked where it left you.
jake was sweet enough—he was funny and popular, ambitious, responsible, and he always paid the tab when you went out together. you weren't exclusive. it was casual. no-strings-attached. blissfully uncomplicated, just the way you liked it.
then there was heeseung. tall, laid back, incredibly smart and equally funny. one of jake's best friends, and, incidentally, head over heels for you.
he'd never said anything, no, but jake made plenty of comments about it to you in private.
“do you have to wear that? heeseung’s gonna be there…” he’d complain, grumbling about how his friend could never take his eyes off you when the three of you hung out.
a less observent person might have passed jake’s discomfort as jealousy, but you knew better than that. heeseung wasn’t obvious. he didn’t cross lines. but he was there.
always opening doors for you, giving his seat up so you had somewhere to sit. when jake made a show of complimenting you in front of him, he’d just sit back and nod, a small smile tugging at his lips as he hummed in agreement.
he rarely drank at parties, but he loved weed. he'd roll up in the backyard or on the couch, offer you the first hit even though it drove jake crazy. you never accepted, but that didn’t stopped him from asking.
heeseung's crush was cute. funny. you liked the way he watched your lips when you talked and how he was always inadvertently leaning towards you as he listened, but you'd never been interested before.
not until tonight.
maybe it was because heeseung had offered you the front seat on the way to the function, instead of jake—or offered to drive at all when you lived so close. maybe you’d laughed too hard at what he’d said on the way over, or been a little too forward taking heeseung’s phone from his hand so that you could play the music you wanted to hear.
all you knew was that jake was in a bad mood. and in turn, you weren’t having any fun.
"it's a little loud," you'd said, irritable that the combination in your cup was having little-to-no effect on you, despite how much you'd consumed.
usually, you were game for the college parties that took place up in the hills. the houses were nice, the alcohol was free and flowing, and jake was well-enough connected that you could usually take from the stash of higher quality booze stashed in the garage.
"jake, can we leave soon?" you said, grabbing his hand.
"you wanna go?" he had asked, leaning in closer to hear you. "already? we just got here."
you hadn't just got there. it had been two hours already, and you were no closer to blissful intoxication than you were when you first walked through the door.
"i thought you liked these things," he continued, pulling that pout that you usually found endearing. now, you thought he looked like a child.
"i do," you said bitterly. "just... not to tonight. will you take me home?"
it wasn't that far of a walk, but you were drunk and it was almost 1am. the chivalrous, charming jake you knew would never have let you walk home alone.
this jake, however, was nonplussed.
"but i don't want to leave yet," he complained, pulling his hand away from yours. "you really want me to cut my night short for you?"
your frown deepened. "seriously? it's a fifteen minute walk."
"fucking of course," he mumbled, casting his eyes to the side. "why are you always like this?"
"like what?"
"no fun," he said flatly.
you stared at him. your thoughts were swirling around your head, each one as elusive as the last. all that seemed to stick was confusion. and anger.
"you're really gonna be an asshole and not walk me home?" you tried again.
he rolled his eyes, turning away as he spoke. "walk yourself. i'm not your boyfriend."
that was all it took. your feet had moved on their own at that, removing yourself from the situation before you started a fight you weren’t interested in having.
heat prickled the back of your neck as you pushed through the crowded living room to the back of the house. your legs felt warm and fuzzy—the copious amount of alcohol you'd consumed finally starting to catch up to you.
but you needed more.
still pissed, you wound your way to the dining room where the drinks were. you downed another drink from a bottle you didn't bother reading. as your throat burned, your eyes caught on a familiar head of brown hair in the kitchen.
heeseung was leaned against the counter, arms folded over his chest, signature joint tucked between his fingers, unlit. he laughed at the guy next to him, earrings flashing silver behind his hair.
you felt something wicked tug at your insides. a sudden urge to cause problems. to show jake that you could find what you needed elsewhere, and with the one person that would bother him most.
"hey," you said suddenly, appearing at heeseung's side. "have you been drinking?"
"y/n," he said, straightening. "no, i was gonna step out—"
"can we go for a drive?"
12:48am ─── swim good ☆ frank ocean
you were sure jake saw you leaving together.
it was hard not to notice the two of you. heeseung was plenty popular himself, and usually one of the last people to leave; people stopped him the whole way out to ask where he was going.
you followed behind, finding satisfaction in the way it all looked. in the way he kept checking to make sure you were behind him. in the way people eyed the two of you suggestively, trying to work out the likelihood that you were the reason he was leaving so early.
you caught jake's eyes as heeseung pulled the front door open and felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the way they narrowed at the two of you. he stepped closer to the girl he was talking to—a lab partner from class that he was always complaining about—as if to piss you off right back.
you didn't care. heeseung held the door open and let you walk out in front of him. in that moment, jake seemed like the most insignificant thing in the world.
the door closed gently behind you, muffling the sounds of people shouting over music. it was raining. a perfect night—early-autumn, crisp and fresh, the air thick with the smell of wet grass and pavement.
heeseung moved behind you, checking that the door was shut all the way. the heat of his chest brushed your back and your heart sped up, shameless and indulgent in the situation you were creating.
what were you to do? stay at a party you didn’t want to be at with a guy who acted like he could care less about you? when his best friend looked so good and practically worshipped the ground you walked on?
no. staying simply wasn't an option.
inside heeseung's car, the rain was nothing but a gentle patter on the windshield, blotting the glow of the city lights beyond. he pulled his door shut and turned to look at you.
"are you trying to piss jake off?"
you stared at him. "what?"
“are you trying to piss him off? make him jealous or something? you know he’s my friend—”
“heeseung.”
he paused, looking you over uncertainly. you saw the conflict in his eyes as he sized you up. yes, jake was his friend, and yet...
and yet here you were in his front seat, asking him to take you somewhere. alone.
hadn't he been wishing for this moment since he first met you?
"this has nothing to do with jake," you insisted.
flecks of shadow slid over his face as he stared at you, the brown of his eyes boring into yours. curious, but unconvinced.
"then what does it have to do with?" he asked.
"you."
his brow twitched. "me." he repeated.
you huffed. “heeseung, i'm asking you to drive me somewhere. i don’t care about jake, i just… i don’t want to be here anymore. it's too loud, and, besides, you like smoking where its quieter, don't you?"
he looked at you doubtfully. "yeah..."
"great. then take me somewhere cool and you can smoke that disgusting thing and then you can take me home. jake doesn't even have to know," you added.
he sighed, turning his key in the engine. "why do i feel like you're gonna get me in trouble."
you settled back as he pulled the car out of the drive, arms crossed. "you're so uptight. he's not even my boyfriend.”
1:13am ─── lavender sunflower ☆ tory lanez
heeseung's hand was steady on the steering wheel, but you could tell he was nervous. his eyes kept flitting over to you like he needed the reminder that you were really sitting there.
his anxiety excited you.
it satiated some sick part of you that craved being desired—one you hadn't even known existed before tonight. it thrilled you, the way he kept sneaking glances like he couldn't help himself. the way he kept licking his bottom lip, running his hand through his hair.
you wondered how long he'd been waiting for an excuse like this. if he ever thought about you when jake wasn't around.
you stared out the window, watching the water stream down the glass in little rivers that shone under the passing street lamps.
"you're staring," you said, eyes fixed on the lights outside the car.
"i'm not."
you glanced at him, smirking as you caught his eye before he could look away. "you are."
his knuckles whitened around the wheel as he shifted in his seat lightly. you watched his throat bob up and down and you swallowed in tandem, gaze caught on the curve of his jaw. had he always looked this good?
"maybe i'm just making sure you haven't changed your mind,” he said.
"about what?"
he shot you a look. "about being here with me."
you scoffed. "if i wanted to leave, i would have. the fact that i'm here and not at that party should tell you that much."
"he piss you off that bad?"
you fought a scowl. typical heeseung—he had what he wanted right in front of him but he was too scared to reach out and take it.
"i don't wanna talk about jake."
his brow lifted. "no?"
"mmh-mmh," you replied. "just wanna be here with you."
he played the comment off like a joke, laughing lightly, but there was tension behind the sound. he shifted in his seat again like he was trying to steady himself. to hold back.
the suburbs eventually faded into stretches of thick trees, dark green and slick with rain. you watched heeseung's hand on the steering wheel as he turned onto a road you vaguely recognized, transfixed by the curve of his wrist, the shape of his fingers on the leather.
the trees began to thin, the paved road turning to gravel. he always seemed to know the best spots for this kind of thing—the ones most people had to stumble upon by accident to find.
sure enough, an over-look of the city appeared from behind the trees, softened by the fog and glowing orange. a man-made sunset burning against the rain.
heeseung rolled the car all the way to the end of the road. he killed the engine. for a moment, the only sound was rain dripping from branches onto the roof.
"happy?" he said, leaning back in his seat.
you flashed him a smile. "very."
he was already reaching into his jacket, pulling out a plastic bag and from it, his joint from earlier.
"told you," you teased, watching as he tucked it between his teeth. "you like it quiet."
he shrugged, fishing a lighter out from his pant's pocket. "makes it better."
you were hardly listening—you'd never wanted to be between someone's lips so bad before. "better for what?"
"for both of us."
you felt your whole body twitch at the sight of him sparking up. hand cupped around the end, face illuminated from the flame. he dragged it a few times before exhaling, a cloud of white pouring out of his mouth as his shoulders dropped. you hated to admit it, but there was something hypnotic about the way his lips parted around the smoke.
you leaned in without meaning to, watching him exhale toward the cracked window.
“what?” he asked, half-smiling, half-nervous.
“nothing.” you sat back quickly, your face flushing. “it just looks… gross.”
“liar.” his voice was soft, teasing, but it sent a shiver down your spine.
another drag, another twist in your stomach. he tilted his head up to blow out the window—the stretch of his neck catching the light of the city.
you swallowed.
“you ever tried it?” he asked suddenly.
you shook your head. “no.”
a beat of silence. then, almost daring, “want me to show you?”
you raised a brow. “is that supposed to be some kind of line?”
heeseung smirked as he took another drag, more smoke spilling out as he spoke. “depends. is it working?”
you rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding, hammering against your ribs with anticipation. “fine. show me, then.”
he blinked, like he hadn’t actually expected you to accept the offer. his smirk faltered, replaced by something heavier, slower.
“you sure?”
you leaned closer across the console, close enough to smell the sharp scent of his cologne beneath the smoke. “just do it before i change my mind.”
his eyes were sharp in the dark, cat-like, in the way they were fixed on you. he took another drag, demonstrating how to inhale properly and when to exhale.
then, it was your turn. you did your best to emulate what he'd shown you, but the heat of it caught you by surprise and you coughed, releasing the smoke almost as soon as it had entered your mouth.
he laughed. "wow, you've really never done this before."
"shut up," you retorted.
"try again."
you took another hit, prepared this time for the sensation.
"good job," he commented, his expression torn somewhere between amusement and attraction. "not yet. keep it in," he instructed, pressing a thumb to your lower lip as you began to open your mouth.
your breath hitched at the touch, causing you to cough again.
"i can't do this," you complained, handing him the joint. "i can't stop coughing."
he chuckled, putting the tip to his lips. "let me help you."
he inhaled once more, and, shifting in his seat, leaned forward. you took a sharp breath, fighting the urge to lean away from the sudden closeness. your heart pounded in your throat.
he tilted his head, lips just barely ghosting over yours. you felt the heat of his breath as he pulled your chin down, breathing out into your open mouth.
you nearly groaned at the feeling.
the smoke went down easier this time, settling into the pit of your chest all warm and heavy. you hadn't realized that you'd closed your eyes.
when you opened them, heeseung was still leaned in close, smirking at the surprised look on your face.
"better?" he asked, his breath tickling your bottom lip.
you didn't think. you just moved.
you leaned in, pressing your lips against his until you could taste the smoke on his lips.
heeseung froze for half a second, then gave in, kissing you back with a force that knocked the breath from your chest.
his hand slid from the back of your seat to your jaw, fingers digging into the side of your neck to pull you closer. like he’d been waiting all his life for this moment.
you sighed against his mouth and he swallowed the sound, tilting his head, deepening the kiss until you could hardly breathe.
you gasped, fingers curling against his shirt as you pulled him closer across the center console.
he groaned, bringing his hand down to pull your mouth further open, words spilling out against your tongue. "fuck—" another kiss, desperate, insatiable, "—i’m gonna be in trouble for this."
"good," you answered, raking your fingers down his chest. "i like trouble."
your words barely had time to sink in before heeseung’s mouth was back on yours, harder this time—messy, urgent. his shirt bunched in your fists as you tugged, trying to pull him closer despite the console pressing stubbornly between you.
he made a frustrated sound, leaning forward to drag his mouth down your neck. your nerves were buzzing, electrified from the weed and the feeling of his tongue sliding over your skin. he reached out to grab hold of your hips and pull you over the console and into his lap. you slid on top of him, legs pressed awkwardly into the leather beneath.
neither of you cared.
his hands were everywhere. sliding up your back, under the hem of your shirt, fingertips hot against your skin. you arched into him as he pulled you closer, pressing your weight down on him until he was groaning.
"fuck," he breathed, pulling away to watch your hips grind down on him again. his eyes were glassy and desperate. "you're driving me crazy."
you raked a hand through his hair, pulling his head back to look at you again. when you kissed him, he moaned into your mouth, hands trembling around your hips.
you sighed into him, rocking your hips against where he was stiff beneath his pants. he shuddered, pulling you down on him until you could feel every twitch of muscle, every shaky inhale.
you leaned back and pulled your shirt over your head, casting it aside as he gaped at you.
"you're—"
you cut him off, kissing him harder. you grabbed his hands, running them up your sides to your chest. his breath hitched.
"y/n—" he gasped, digging his fingers into you.
you moaned in response, your hips working harder against him. his head tipped back against the seat, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut.
“don’t—” his voice cracked, rough, “—don’t do that unless you mean it.”
"i do," you said, grinning wickedly at the way he twitched beneath you.
"you don't mean that," he rambled, hips lifting off the seat to feel you. "you can't mean that— we should stop, before i—"
“heeseung,” you groaned in frustration, pressing your lips against his again. "just fuck me already.”
he almost short-circuited. a strangled sound of desperation came up his throat, and then he was pulling his belt buckle loose and your skirt was hiked up around your hips.
you sank down on his cock with a broken cry, your fingers gripping his shoulder as he pushed further inside you.
"oh fuck— oh fuck—" he moaned, mouth falling open as you stretched around him. "oh god, fuck me."
you didn't need to be told twice.
the car rocked slightly as you began to move on top of him, your fingers digging into the leather seat behind him. the windows were nearly opaque now, the rain outside only making the heat inside more unbearable. your hair clung to your neck and shoulders, heeseung's sticking up in odd places where your hands had raked through.
"waited so damn long for this," he said through his teeth, his grip on your hips unrelenting now, pulling you into the rhythm he wanted.
"so stupid," you groaned helplessly as he pressed right where you wanted him. "i’ve been waiting for you to take me all night."
that seemed to push him over the edge.
he tilted his head back, a bead of sweat trailing down his neck. "fuck, don't stop, please—"
he was stuttering, jutting his hips up into yours as he did. your thighs slipped against his, pussy leaking as he dragged over your sweet spot again and again.
"heeseung," you panted.
your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him just right as you felt your high building in your stomach. he was buried deep. so deep you could hardly think. so deep you could hardly speak.
he gripped your waist, watching with helpless desperation as your hips rocked over his, clenching so perfectly he was seeing stars.
"gonna fucking come—if you don't stop—"
you nodded desperately, grabbing his face as you kissed him again. all teeth and tongue, all the pent up tension between you bubbling to the surface.
heeseung twitched beneath you, his hand flying to the back of your neck as his hips jerked upwards.
"fuck," he hissed, curling his fingers in your hair. "fuck, it feels so fucking good."
"hee," you whined, your movements growing shorter, more frantic.
"come for me. say my name."
"heeseung," you cried, your hands tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
"just like that, come on. show me how good it feels."
your body jerked, hips stuttering as you came in his lap, whining a slew of curses against his neck. he fucked you through it, lip caught between his teeth as his cock twitched. he spilled inside you with a low groan.
"god, this pussy's so fucking good," he hissed, tilting his head back. "knew it would be. sick of jake keeping you all to himself.”
you bit into his neck possessively—a silent rebuttal. jake might have had you before, but something in the way heeseung groaned under your teeth told you that was changing after tonight.
when you collapsed back into the passenger seat, the air inside the car was thick with sweat and the lingering trace of smoke. heeseung cracked the windows open, letting in a gust of cool, damp air that smelled like pine and rain.
"so," he said, still breathing hard as he turned to look at you. "does this mean you'll finally smoke with me now?"
you looked back at him, lips curving upwards. "if you fuck me like that again, i'll do whatever you want."
genre: smut (MDNI) // warnings: fwb, semi-public sex (in the car but the door is open), oral sex (m), dirty talk, use of petnames (baby, pretty), praise, heeseung and reader are dreaming of getting caught // w/c: 803
You were straddling Heeseung's lap, holding onto his shoulders, the tough fabric of his red jacket squeezed between your fingers. His tongue was exploring your mouth in a feverish rhytm, his hands having a firm grip on your waist, sometimes loosening it to rub your sides.
Heeseung's win in the race match was long forgotten, the gold cup standing on the ground next to the car you were in. After all, for Heeseung, there was a better award for winning — you, who visited every single race he participated in, who always made sure to give him some extra reward.
"Should we close the door?" Heeseung breathily asked after pulling away, his fingers brushing away your strands of hair.
The door to his car was still open — you two forgot about it the second you jumped at Heeseung, wrapping hands around his neck and pulling him inside.
"Nah," you replied, leaning closer to bite on his neck. "Let them see," you added in a lower voice in his ear.
Heeseung chuckled at your words, rubbing your back.
"Is it the staff that you're into? Never doubted you," the smirk spread on his face, his hands moving to grip your hips — one of them landing a smack on your ass.
You gasped, the grip on his shoulders only tightening more.
"You know this is not what I meant," your lips moved lower down his neck, sucking on his sensitive spot. Heeseung throwed back his head, giving you more access — his eyes closed, expression on his face full of bliss.
Your kisses traveled to his collarbone — the skin that was already exposed due to his tank shirt. You hooked his chain necklace with two fingers, slightly lifting it up and pressing the parts of it that were still cool to his neck. Heeseung sighed, placing his hand on the back of your head and burying his fingers in your hair, encouraging you to move lower.
"Gonna be a good girl and suck me off, yeah? Get down, baby."
His words made you more aroused, and you slid down between his legs in the space under the wheel. Heeseung slid back his chair as much as possible, giving you better access. His fingers buried in your hair, slightly pulling on them to make you look up.
"So obedient for me, mhm?" Heeseung said in a low voice, cupping your chin and sliding his thumb past your lips while you were trying to undo his belt. "Going down on me as soon as I say."
You sucked on his finger, swirling your tongue around it and finally unzipping his jeans. You pulled out his cock that was already hard, all leaking pre-cum. Heeseung grabbed your hair again, freeing your mouth from his thumb for another, more interesting thing.
You gave Heeseung's tip a few kitten licks before wrapping your mouth around his dick and taking it in. Heeseung let out a sharp breath, his eyes slightly rolling back. His hand started guiding your movements by the back of your head, pressing down when it was needed.
"Such a dirty girl — letting everyone see how good I'm using your mouth," you whimpered in his cock, sending down it vibrations. Your mouth was already messy, smudged with pre-cum and your own saliva. "Even if someone passes by, you're not going to pull away, right? You will keep on sucking me off, whimpering just from my filthy words."
You gripped Heeseung's thighs, squeezing the fuck out of them. His cock was relentlessly hitting the back of your mouth, making you moan and slightly gag. But Heeseung wasn't stopping. He kept on fucking you, his speed getting faster.
"Shit, suck it like that," he lowly moaned under his breath. "Use your little pretty mouth."
Your movements were getting sloppier, Heeseung's hips thrusting in your mouth with persistence. The ache between your thighs was only growing harder, your legs were squeezing under the driver seat.
"I'm close, baby," Heeseung said, completing his last thrusts. "Take it all."
He finished in your mouth, riding through his orgasm. The bottom of your face was messy, you gulped his cum licking it off your lips after.
Heeseung pulled away, leaning in the chair, his cock softening. He ran his hand through your messy hair, caressing the back of your head with his fingers while he was recovering after release with closed eyes.
After a minute of silence, Heeseung pulled you on his lap again. His hand suddenly cupped your clothed pussy under your skirt, already feeling how soaked your panties were. He leaned closer to your face and bit on your earlobe.
"Ready for more?" Heeseung murmured in question, lust already filling up his eyes again.
He slid two fingers under your panties, moving them between your wet folds.
*⁀➷ 𝓪𝓾 where jake takes care of you after a long day...
pairing: 𝓳𝓪𝓴𝓮 × 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: smut, comfort 𝔀/𝓬: 1,1k
warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, a lot of praise, soft!dom!jake, use of petnames (angel, baby, sweetheart) // let me know if I missed anything!
a/n: completing a request for my good girl @emisluvr!! thanks for working so hard, love ♡
It was a long day.
Everything started with being late in the morning because your alarm didn't wake you up. Continued with the coffee that you spilled on yourself while working. And ended in hearing your colleagues talking shit about you behind your back while you were in the bathroom.
After such a day, the only thing you wanted to do was to come back home and be wrapped in your boyfriend's strong, warm arms that would later worship your every single inch.
When you stepped inside, shutting the door with unusual thud, Jake knew for sure — something was off. He immediately offered you his help, letting you sink in his embrace and complain about your difficult day. Your voice was muffled by his neck where you buried your face, his hand never stopped rubbing your back in soothing motion.
Another fascinating thing about Jake was the fact that he always knew what you needed, even without saying. When you told him how upsetting it was to hear shit about yourself when you were doing your best at work, he immediately knew where to press.
His lips traveled down your neck, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses and making you throw your head to give him more access. His hands caressed your bare legs, sneaking under your office skirt to have more for touching. His movements were unrushed like he had all the time in the world. Like his main goal was not to give you physical pleasure but to soothe you after a long day.
Jake pulled out of you a soft whimper when his long fingers grazed your clothed core. You tugged on his locks, making him groan and press his hand harder in between your thighs.
"Shh, sweetheart, breathe," Jake gently whispered in your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your skin.
His hand palmed your pussy through the fabric of the underwear, making you instinctively thrust your hips in reply. You heard a low chuckle next to you that caused your thighs to squeeze together slightly.
"My baby is so sensitive after a tiring day, yeah? Need to be gentle with her?" you desperately nodded, whimpering when his fingers slid under your panties.
He slowly worked them up and down, rubbing your folds and filling the room with wet sounds. You shakily exhaled, throwing back your head on the pillow.
Jake tugged on your skirt, taking it off and widely spreading your thighs. His cock throbbed at the sight of your wet panties. He leaned closer again, pulling them to the side and sliding one finger inside you. You clenched at the feeling.
"My good girl... Worked so hard all day, yeah?" his words were followed by your nod. "And no one said even a single good word to you?" you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut when Jake slid inside you one more finger, the stretching getting more delicious.
"My poor baby. Probably waited all day to see me?"
His words were hitting so right — along with his fingers that were sliding in with a faster rhythm. He knew you like the back of his hand and in the moment it was the best feeling ever.
"Does my angel want a reward? Gonna take my cock like a good girl you are?"
His questions made you clench around his fingers, his praise intensifying your desire. The way he was treating you — like you were the one, like you were loved and seen, like you deserved everything you had — it was driving you insane with every passing second.
"Yes, I'll be a good girl for you," you replied, spreading your legs wider for him, slightly arching your back.
His breathing hitched at the sight and the way you were acting — so obedient, so good. Like his good girl.
Jake pulled down his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock hitting the bottom of his stomach all leaking precum. You squirmed at the sight, pulling him by his hand.
"Shh, don't rush, sweetheart," he said back, slowly pumping his cock. Your eyes didn't leave his length for a second. "If you act patient, you'll get your reward, okay?"
You bit on your lower lip, hands gripping the sheets on your sides for better control over your own body. Jake finally leaned closer, sliding his cock over your wet folds. You whimpered, shakily breathing in and out, shutting your eyes closed. He smirked, leaning over your ear to leave wet paths on your skin with his lips again.
"That's it. You're doing so well, baby... Being so patient for me," Jake whispered, his cock sliding down your folds. "I think you deserve an award, don't you?" you immediately nodded and heard a chuckle near your ear.
Jake finally pulled in.
He patiently dragged his cock inside, stretching you ever so slowly you forgot how to breathe. You gripped his bicep, trying to hold onto the leftovers of your sanity.
When Jake was finally all way in, his eyes shut closed in pleasure.
"Gosh, baby, you're so tight..." he slightly thrusted his hips, making you two moan. "Angel, you feel like heaven..."
Jake started moving hips in a slow rhythm, trying to savor the moment. You were sensitive because of waiting and felt like you could come in any second.
"Jake..." you whimpered, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck.
"I know, sweetheart, I know. You're being such a good girl for me. Taking me so well like no one could," you moaned, when his cock hit that one deep spot. His rhythm changed, turning into a faster one. "My good girl... Gonna fuck you so nice you forget your own name."
Jake was thrusting deep, rolling his hips just right for you to feel lightheaded. He lifted your thighs, pressing them to your stomach, deepening the angle even more.
"Jake, I-... I'm gonna-" your moans filled the bedroom, blessing Jake's ears. Like he already wasn't in heaven.
"I know, baby. Come for me like a good girl, mhm?" he thrusted faster, and in one second you were sent to an edge. The head started spinning, the breathing hitched, and you were lost in sensations. Jake kept fucking you through your orgasm, bringing him to his own.
When he came hard, his movements slowed down, and he fell near you on the bed, not pulling out. You two were breathing heavily, coated in sweat.
The veil of pleasure was soon to disappear, and, tired after a long day, you fell asleep, wrapped around each other.
genre: est. relationship, angstish, suggestive, comfort
w/c: 1,7k
warnings: descriptions of sexual abuse in the past, softdom!hee, use of petnames, insecure and traumatized reader
You always were the one to be left behind — just a second option and nothing more. Always the one to wake up in bed alone, always the one to be quickly forgotten after the night spent together. That's what you were used for and you had to adjust. “I don't date, it's boring”, “I don't make love, it's lame” — things that you would constantly say to people around you. And they thought it's just your personality, your preferences, so they didn't think much of it. The truth is that behind these words and nonchalant behaviour you were hiding a desire to be loved. To be someone's one and only. To be treated carefully with respect, gently like a little princess.
You never actually said it, but you were clinging to the pieces of softness and affection every time you had a night stand with someone. “Baby,” they would whisper in your ear, trying to distract you from the way their dick ruined your walls in a painful way. Their voice echoed in your head, making your heart melt, while your pussy was throbbing in pain. “That's okay, they're doing their best to be careful. It won't hurt, when I adjust,” you would think during the whole night, even when it clearly wasn't alright.
Or you would think that pain brings you more pleasure, that you're just not made for soft sex. “It's boring,” you would joke, drinking in the company of friends, your words met with a teasing whistle.
Your sex partners would constantly hurt you, but you always tried to please them in every way possible. You knew exactly what every guy dreamt about and you were always ready to give it to them. Just to earn an approving reaction or praise, just to be filled inside later — you always hoped it would make you feel less empty.
But it never worked. Instead, you were always left alone in the morning. Nights in bed would be spent with you covered in tears, desperately hugging a pillow, wishing it was a real person instead. This is something you lived with for a long time. But then it changed.
As soon as you met Heeseung.
He was different right from the start. Always held doors for you, pulled out a chair, made sure you got home safe and comfortable. Everything about him felt right in the best way possible, but there was one thing you couldn’t understand — why he was so nice to you. There was no way he could like someone like you — you simply couldn’t put it in your head. But when Heeseung actually confessed his feelings it felt like a fairytale. And everything started to change even more.
There you were now. In the hallway of your apartment. Pressed to the wall. Making out with Heeseung.
He didn’t even have a chance to say something, when the door hung open and you immediately pulled him into a kiss. Oh, how bad did you want him. His lips were soft against yours, strong arms wrapped around you as soon as he felt your mouth on his. Heeseung always felt what you wanted and always gave it to you. His body pressed to yours, trapping you between him and the wall. One of his hands flew to your hair, holding your head. Not to make sure you don’t pull away, but to express his affection to you. He managed to caress your hair through the whole kiss, butterflies in your stomach appearing like never before.
When his other hand gripped your waist, you arched your back, giving in and whining in his lips. “Hee…” you whimpered, already reaching for his belt on the jeans.
Suddenly, he stopped your hand, gently gripping your wrist. You pulled away, looking into his eyes in slight surprise.
“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to-” you blurted out, imeddiately starting to apologize, but were interrupted.
“I do,” Heeseung firmly replied, his hooded eyes full of two opposites - lust and affection - looking into yours. “But I want to take my time with you. Let’s not hurry, okay?” he gently caressed your cheek, brushing away a strand of your hair.
The soft look he gave you made your stomach flip. You felt warm. And somehow it only made you want more.
“Okay,” you answered with a strained voice, that wasn’t hiding your desire. “How do you want it then? What do you want me to-”
Heeseung lifted you up without saying anything. You gripped onto his neck and he carried you to the bedroom in the bridal style.
When you were there, he gently laid you on the bed, slightly hovering after. His eyes roamed over your body with unhidden affection and admiration. It made the tie in your stomach tighten even more. You weren’t used to this. Usually guys you slept with were in heat and hurried to undress and fuck you. They never actually cared about you, only thinking about your naked body and how to use it. But all of that was long forgotten in the past. Because now you had Heeseung.
His hand caressed your shoulder with a featherlight touch, tracing a line down to your fingers. When he reached your hand, he gently held it, bringing to his lips and leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. It made you blush like a little girl. This sudden attention that you weren’t used to got your senses heightened, your thighs pulling together. Heeseung noticed your reaction and smirked — not in a mean way, more like he was in awe of your adorable rosy cheeks and squeezed thighs.
“W-what do you want to do? Do you want me to-” you tried to ask again, stuttering — affected by Heeseung’s actions.
“Baby,” he gently said, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“But how can I-”
“Relax,” Heeseung whispered, placing soft kisses along your jawline. Your breathing hitched and you buried your fingers in his hair, letting out a sigh. His pace was unhurried, small kisses slowly covering your jawline and neck.
He slightly nibbled on your skin, immediately licking the pain away after, apologizing. You shivered at the sudden feeling of the wetness of his tongue on your neck and let out a small sigh.
"Like it, mhm?" Heeseung lowly mumbled in your ear, his smile evident in his voice. "Want me to do it again, baby?"
He pulled away, looking in your eyes and actually waiting for your answer. His eyebrows raised in question, a small grin playing on his lips like he was talking to a child.
You nodded in hesitation, lost in the situation you'd never been before. Heeseung softly chuckled, ruffling your hair and pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"That's it. My good girl," he whispered after leaning closer to your ear again, making you shakily exhale. His intonation was soft, relaxed, his words caring and not handling a piece of mockery — only pure affection.
Heeseung brought his tongue to the skin of your neck, starting to lick on it, sometimes leaving small kisses in between.
Gosh, you'd never felt so dizzy in your life.
His hands were lightly caressing your sides, making you shiver at the most sensitive spots — when his fingers gently grazed your thighs and underneath your breasts. Heeseung wasn't pressing — he was exploring, softly, with adoration and no need to rush. Because when you were lying under him with flushed cheeks, letting out small sighs every now and then, he had all the time in the world — even if it wasn't enough he would be able to stop it just to prolong the moment.
Heeseung's hand finally slid under the hem of your shorts but suddenly stopped.
"Is this okay?" he asked in a soft voice, pulling away from your neck where he left a generous number of marks and looking in your eyes. His own were glistening and sparkling — probably love for you had ignited the warm, comforting fire in them.
You slowly nodded, yet still were tense. That was so different and new you felt like all of this time you were having sex in the wrong way. Your partners would devour you like animals, like you never were a person — an object. They never asked your permission for something simple like that, never treated you with so much care.
Heeseung noticed even that.
A small hesitation in your eyes, worry, fear of unknown. He was reading you like an open book, leafing through the pages.
"Are you okay?" Heeseung asked, brushing strands of hair away from your face. "You look like something's bothering you."
You gave him a small smile, mentally deciding to give him an honest answer.
"I'm okay... I've just never— uhm well..." you stopped, not sure of how to describe your situation. Heeseung's eyebrows slightly raised.
"You've never?.. Are you a virgin?" he softly asked, interpreting your words in the wrong way.
You immediately flushed, shaking your hands in the air in denial.
"No, no, no. I've had sex. It just... was different."
Heeseung was confused — he frowned, making a slight crease appear on his forehead.
"How different?"
"Rougher... Harder... Different," you replied quietly, looking in his eyes. Heeseung's eyebrows flew higher, and he bit on his bottom lip.
"You want me to be rougher?.." hesitation was evident in his voice, his mind was racing with different thoughts.
"No! I'm okay with... your rhytm. I love it," you shyly smiled, taking Heeseung's hand and gently squeezing it. "I've never been treated that well in my life," you quietly added, pressing your lips in a thin line.
His gaze softened. He didn't know your background, didn't know about the things that you'd gone through. But he felt it. The desire to be loved and cared of, to be treated right.
"Yeah? You like how I treat you?" Heeseung asked in a lower voice, hovering over you. His eyes flicked to your lips, gaze full of fascination and excitement. "Do you want me to continue then?"
You slightly nodded in reply, feeling small under his weight. Not in the bad way. In the way that made you melt from inside.
"Baby," Heeseung leaned closer to your face, his voice firm and determined. "Let's make love tonight."
Your eyes widened for a second but softened under his gaze. Small smiles were playing on both of your faces. You nodded, burying your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer into a kiss.
It was the moment you realized — you were actually loved and safe. Right in Heeseung's arms.
As soon as you entered the store, Sunoo ran over to the soft toy counter, lifting a small plushie and twisting it in his hands — small beady eyes of the toy innocently looked at him back.
It happened every single time you'd go out. Sunoo was always the first to approach stands with things he found adorable — always got excited easily, a happy smile playing on his lips. You, on the other hand, was the one to watch this scene from a distance, sighing from tiredness.
This time wasn't an exception. Something that started as a small shopping date ended up like this — with Sunoo quickly moving over the stores, managing to find things you'd never notice yourself.
You slowly approached him, steps relaxed, and unrushed like you had all the time in the world.
When Sunoo kneeled to reach for something, you quickly covered the corner of the counter with your palm to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. But after a second, he already stood up, and you had to palm another corner on the left.
Sometimes, Sunoo was too excited to notice things around himself, too immersed in his own thoughts and stuff he liked. But you never complained — instead, it brought you a sense of protectiveness every time. When he swirled around, jumped in excitement, throwed his head in laughter, you wanted to hold him, caress his arms, brush away his hair — protect him from this world.
"What do you think?" Sunoo asked, showing you a brown plushie he'd just found. "I think it would match our interior."
He headed you the toy, its small eyes looking at you.
"Baby, we have a thousand of them already," you sighed, twisting the plushie in your hands.
Sunoo looked at you with a frown, his lips forming a slight pout.
Oh no. That look.
You sigh, giving in, heading him the plushie. "Okay, but it's the last one."
Sunoo's lips immediately formed a bright smile. "Thank you, honey!" he said in excitement, landing a kiss on your cheek.
You smiled to yourself, watching Sunoo heading to pay for the toy. You'd do anything for this boy.
Deciding to wait for him outside the store, you left and stood next to the entrance.
While waiting for your boyfriend outside, you saw a familiar face passing by and suddenly stopping next to you. You lifted your eyes and saw one of your acquaintances. The girl that you studied with for a while in the past — the one that left for another country and you'd never seen her after.
"Hi, Y/n!" she exclaimed in excitement, reaching to hug you, but was stopped by your hand.
"Sorry," you said with a forced smile. "Not into physical touch."
You were always like that — untouchable for others. The only thought of getting into physical contact with someone could give you an ick, so you always tried to find ways to avoid it. Everyone knew about it, just managed to forget sometimes.
She nodded in understanding, slightly shaken by a rejection. "It's okay! I haven't seen you for so long. We should definitely go out sometime! We could go now, actually. Are you here alone or?.."
At that exact moment, Sunoo approached you from behind, already reaching to hold your hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, steady in an uncomfortable situation. His grip was firm yet soft like he was saying, 'I'm here, you're safe with me'.
When his hand gripped yours, you didn't pull away.
The girl looked at your intertwined fingers — your thumb was brushing Sunoo's back of the hand, not giving away any sense of discomfort with his touch. She pressed her lips in a thin line.
"Sorry for interrupting," the girl bowed apologetically.
"We have to go," you replied, already tugging on Sunoo's hand.
Not giving the girl any chance to respond, you two moved away from everyone — from people that felt too much, from touches that didn't have a permission.
You went home — the real home that never meant to make you uncomfortable, the one that you wanted to be in.
The kind of home that had the most important thing in the world — Sunoo firmly holding your hand.
As soon as you entered the store, Sunoo ran over to the soft toy counter, lifting a small plushie and twisting it in his hands — small beady eyes of the toy innocently looked at him back.
It happened every single time you'd go out. Sunoo was always the first to approach stands with things he found adorable — always got excited easily, a happy smile playing on his lips. You, on the other hand, was the one to watch this scene from a distance, sighing from tiredness.
This time wasn't an exception. Something that started as a small shopping date ended up like this — with Sunoo quickly moving over the stores, managing to find things you'd never notice yourself.
You slowly approached him, steps relaxed, and unrushed like you had all the time in the world.
When Sunoo kneeled to reach for something, you quickly covered the corner of the counter with your palm to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. But after a second, he already stood up, and you had to palm another corner on the left.
Sometimes, Sunoo was too excited to notice things around himself, too immersed in his own thoughts and stuff he liked. But you never complained — instead, it brought you a sense of protectiveness every time. When he swirled around, jumped in excitement, throwed his head in laughter, you wanted to hold him, caress his arms, brush away his hair — protect him from this world.
"What do you think?" Sunoo asked, showing you a brown plushie he'd just found. "I think it would match our interior."
He headed you the toy, its small eyes looking at you.
"Baby, we have a thousand of them already," you sighed, twisting the plushie in your hands.
Sunoo looked at you with a frown, his lips forming a slight pout.
Oh no. That look.
You sigh, giving in, heading him the plushie. "Okay, but it's the last one."
Sunoo's lips immediately formed a bright smile. "Thank you, honey!" he said in excitement, landing a kiss on your cheek.
You smiled to yourself, watching Sunoo heading to pay for the toy. You'd do anything for this boy.
Deciding to wait for him outside the store, you left and stood next to the entrance.
While waiting for your boyfriend outside, you saw a familiar face passing by and suddenly stopping next to you. You lifted your eyes and saw one of your acquaintances. The girl that you studied with for a while in the past — the one that left for another country and you'd never seen her after.
"Hi, Y/n!" she exclaimed in excitement, reaching to hug you, but was stopped by your hand.
"Sorry," you said with a forced smile. "Not into physical touch."
You were always like that — untouchable for others. The only thought of getting into physical contact with someone could give you an ick, so you always tried to find ways to avoid it. Everyone knew about it, just managed to forget sometimes.
She nodded in understanding, slightly shaken by a rejection. "It's okay! I haven't seen you for so long. We should definitely go out sometime! We could go now, actually. Are you here alone or?.."
At that exact moment, Sunoo approached you from behind, already reaching to hold your hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, steady in an uncomfortable situation. His grip was firm yet soft like he was saying, 'I'm here, you're safe with me'.
When his hand gripped yours, you didn't pull away.
The girl looked at your intertwined fingers — your thumb was brushing Sunoo's back of the hand, not giving away any sense of discomfort with his touch. She pressed her lips in a thin line.
"Sorry for interrupting," the girl bowed apologetically.
"We have to go," you replied, already tugging on Sunoo's hand.
Not giving the girl any chance to respond, you two moved away from everyone — from people that felt too much, from touches that didn't have a permission.
You went home — the real home that never meant to make you uncomfortable, the one that you wanted to be in.
The kind of home that had the most important thing in the world — Sunoo firmly holding your hand.
As soon as you entered the store, Sunoo ran over to the soft toy counter, lifting a small plushie and twisting it in his hands — small beady eyes of the toy innocently looked at him back.
It happened every single time you'd go out. Sunoo was always the first to approach stands with things he found adorable — always got excited easily, a happy smile playing on his lips. You, on the other hand, was the one to watch this scene from a distance, sighing from tiredness.
This time wasn't an exception. Something that started as a small shopping date ended up like this — with Sunoo quickly moving over the stores, managing to find things you'd never notice yourself.
You slowly approached him, steps relaxed, and unrushed like you had all the time in the world.
When Sunoo kneeled to reach for something, you quickly covered the corner of the counter with your palm to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. But after a second, he already stood up, and you had to palm another corner on the left.
Sometimes, Sunoo was too excited to notice things around himself, too immersed in his own thoughts and stuff he liked. But you never complained — instead, it brought you a sense of protectiveness every time. When he swirled around, jumped in excitement, throwed his head in laughter, you wanted to hold him, caress his arms, brush away his hair — protect him from this world.
"What do you think?" Sunoo asked, showing you a brown plushie he'd just found. "I think it would match our interior."
He headed you the toy, its small eyes looking at you.
"Baby, we have a thousand of them already," you sighed, twisting the plushie in your hands.
Sunoo looked at you with a frown, his lips forming a slight pout.
Oh no. That look.
You sigh, giving in, heading him the plushie. "Okay, but it's the last one."
Sunoo's lips immediately formed a bright smile. "Thank you, honey!" he said in excitement, landing a kiss on your cheek.
You smiled to yourself, watching Sunoo heading to pay for the toy. You'd do anything for this boy.
Deciding to wait for him outside the store, you left and stood next to the entrance.
While waiting for your boyfriend outside, you saw a familiar face passing by and suddenly stopping next to you. You lifted your eyes and saw one of your acquaintances. The girl that you studied with for a while in the past — the one that left for another country and you'd never seen her after.
"Hi, Y/n!" she exclaimed in excitement, reaching to hug you, but was stopped by your hand.
"Sorry," you said with a forced smile. "Not into physical touch."
You were always like that — untouchable for others. The only thought of getting into physical contact with someone could give you an ick, so you always tried to find ways to avoid it. Everyone knew about it, just managed to forget sometimes.
She nodded in understanding, slightly shaken by a rejection. "It's okay! I haven't seen you for so long. We should definitely go out sometime! We could go now, actually. Are you here alone or?.."
At that exact moment, Sunoo approached you from behind, already reaching to hold your hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, steady in an uncomfortable situation. His grip was firm yet soft like he was saying, 'I'm here, you're safe with me'.
When his hand gripped yours, you didn't pull away.
The girl looked at your intertwined fingers — your thumb was brushing Sunoo's back of the hand, not giving away any sense of discomfort with his touch. She pressed her lips in a thin line.
"Sorry for interrupting," the girl bowed apologetically.
"We have to go," you replied, already tugging on Sunoo's hand.
Not giving the girl any chance to respond, you two moved away from everyone — from people that felt too much, from touches that didn't have a permission.
You went home — the real home that never meant to make you uncomfortable, the one that you wanted to be in.
The kind of home that had the most important thing in the world — Sunoo firmly holding your hand.
As soon as you entered the store, Sunoo ran over to the soft toy counter, lifting a small plushie and twisting it in his hands — small beady eyes of the toy innocently looked at him back.
It happened every single time you'd go out. Sunoo was always the first to approach stands with things he found adorable — always got excited easily, a happy smile playing on his lips. You, on the other hand, was the one to watch this scene from a distance, sighing from tiredness.
This time wasn't an exception. Something that started as a small shopping date ended up like this — with Sunoo quickly moving over the stores, managing to find things you'd never notice yourself.
You slowly approached him, steps relaxed, and unrushed like you had all the time in the world.
When Sunoo kneeled to reach for something, you quickly covered the corner of the counter with your palm to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. But after a second, he already stood up, and you had to palm another corner on the left.
Sometimes, Sunoo was too excited to notice things around himself, too immersed in his own thoughts and stuff he liked. But you never complained — instead, it brought you a sense of protectiveness every time. When he swirled around, jumped in excitement, throwed his head in laughter, you wanted to hold him, caress his arms, brush away his hair — protect him from this world.
"What do you think?" Sunoo asked, showing you a brown plushie he'd just found. "I think it would match our interior."
He headed you the toy, its small eyes looking at you.
"Baby, we have a thousand of them already," you sighed, twisting the plushie in your hands.
Sunoo looked at you with a frown, his lips forming a slight pout.
Oh no. That look.
You sigh, giving in, heading him the plushie. "Okay, but it's the last one."
Sunoo's lips immediately formed a bright smile. "Thank you, honey!" he said in excitement, landing a kiss on your cheek.
You smiled to yourself, watching Sunoo heading to pay for the toy. You'd do anything for this boy.
Deciding to wait for him outside the store, you left and stood next to the entrance.
While waiting for your boyfriend outside, you saw a familiar face passing by and suddenly stopping next to you. You lifted your eyes and saw one of your acquaintances. The girl that you studied with for a while in the past — the one that left for another country and you'd never seen her after.
"Hi, Y/n!" she exclaimed in excitement, reaching to hug you, but was stopped by your hand.
"Sorry," you said with a forced smile. "Not into physical touch."
You were always like that — untouchable for others. The only thought of getting into physical contact with someone could give you an ick, so you always tried to find ways to avoid it. Everyone knew about it, just managed to forget sometimes.
She nodded in understanding, slightly shaken by a rejection. "It's okay! I haven't seen you for so long. We should definitely go out sometime! We could go now, actually. Are you here alone or?.."
At that exact moment, Sunoo approached you from behind, already reaching to hold your hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, steady in an uncomfortable situation. His grip was firm yet soft like he was saying, 'I'm here, you're safe with me'.
When his hand gripped yours, you didn't pull away.
The girl looked at your intertwined fingers — your thumb was brushing Sunoo's back of the hand, not giving away any sense of discomfort with his touch. She pressed her lips in a thin line.
"Sorry for interrupting," the girl bowed apologetically.
"We have to go," you replied, already tugging on Sunoo's hand.
Not giving the girl any chance to respond, you two moved away from everyone — from people that felt too much, from touches that didn't have a permission.
You went home — the real home that never meant to make you uncomfortable, the one that you wanted to be in.
The kind of home that had the most important thing in the world — Sunoo firmly holding your hand.
As soon as you entered the store, Sunoo ran over to the soft toy counter, lifting a small plushie and twisting it in his hands — small beady eyes of the toy innocently looked at him back.
It happened every single time you'd go out. Sunoo was always the first to approach stands with things he found adorable — always got excited easily, a happy smile playing on his lips. You, on the other hand, was the one to watch this scene from a distance, sighing from tiredness.
This time wasn't an exception. Something that started as a small shopping date ended up like this — with Sunoo quickly moving over the stores, managing to find things you'd never notice yourself.
You slowly approached him, steps relaxed, and unrushed like you had all the time in the world.
When Sunoo kneeled to reach for something, you quickly covered the corner of the counter with your palm to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. But after a second, he already stood up, and you had to palm another corner on the left.
Sometimes, Sunoo was too excited to notice things around himself, too immersed in his own thoughts and stuff he liked. But you never complained — instead, it brought you a sense of protectiveness every time. When he swirled around, jumped in excitement, throwed his head in laughter, you wanted to hold him, caress his arms, brush away his hair — protect him from this world.
"What do you think?" Sunoo asked, showing you a brown plushie he'd just found. "I think it would match our interior."
He headed you the toy, its small eyes looking at you.
"Baby, we have a thousand of them already," you sighed, twisting the plushie in your hands.
Sunoo looked at you with a frown, his lips forming a slight pout.
Oh no. That look.
You sigh, giving in, heading him the plushie. "Okay, but it's the last one."
Sunoo's lips immediately formed a bright smile. "Thank you, honey!" he said in excitement, landing a kiss on your cheek.
You smiled to yourself, watching Sunoo heading to pay for the toy. You'd do anything for this boy.
Deciding to wait for him outside the store, you left and stood next to the entrance.
While waiting for your boyfriend outside, you saw a familiar face passing by and suddenly stopping next to you. You lifted your eyes and saw one of your acquaintances. The girl that you studied with for a while in the past — the one that left for another country and you'd never seen her after.
"Hi, Y/n!" she exclaimed in excitement, reaching to hug you, but was stopped by your hand.
"Sorry," you said with a forced smile. "Not into physical touch."
You were always like that — untouchable for others. The only thought of getting into physical contact with someone could give you an ick, so you always tried to find ways to avoid it. Everyone knew about it, just managed to forget sometimes.
She nodded in understanding, slightly shaken by a rejection. "It's okay! I haven't seen you for so long. We should definitely go out sometime! We could go now, actually. Are you here alone or?.."
At that exact moment, Sunoo approached you from behind, already reaching to hold your hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, steady in an uncomfortable situation. His grip was firm yet soft like he was saying, 'I'm here, you're safe with me'.
When his hand gripped yours, you didn't pull away.
The girl looked at your intertwined fingers — your thumb was brushing Sunoo's back of the hand, not giving away any sense of discomfort with his touch. She pressed her lips in a thin line.
"Sorry for interrupting," the girl bowed apologetically.
"We have to go," you replied, already tugging on Sunoo's hand.
Not giving the girl any chance to respond, you two moved away from everyone — from people that felt too much, from touches that didn't have a permission.
You went home — the real home that never meant to make you uncomfortable, the one that you wanted to be in.
The kind of home that had the most important thing in the world — Sunoo firmly holding your hand.
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