ccoeurhee

[ccoeurhee]

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ˖⁺—

soft dom!sunghoon × f!reader

dubcon(?), overstim, creampie, unprotected p in v, hoonie is very encouraging, marking (his 'fangs' sksks) god lvl stamina hoon, getting choking w hoonie's biceps—YES. 😋😋 atp I bet you guys can guess all my major kinks. (not proof read)

wc : 343

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🐧 ˚˖⁺

"s—sunghoon, ah—no. i can't..." you whimper, as he tightens his hold around you waist.

"shh, you can do it baby. come on, just a little more." he whispers, breath fanning on your nape with his biceps wrapped around your neck. " 's too much, hoonie. please. no."

you plead, nails digging into his forearm. "it's okay, it's okay. just a little more, my pretty girl." he slams his hips faster against yours, harder. his pace finally sloppy after taking six orgasms from you.

"just one more. okay, baby?" his fingers brush on your clit, the slightest touch enough to make your legs tremble. you drop your head backwards on his shoulder, whining as you feel his tip twitch between your walls.

he bites down right in the crook shoulder, sharp canines sinking into your supple skin and he pulls you closer as if even possible, biceps nearly digging into your throat.

goosebumps spread on your body underneath him and with a mewl, you meet your climax for the seventh time tonight.

with a final, deep thrust into your cunt, his hips still. cum still oozing inside you, he mumbles upon your new mark before soothing it with a wet lick of his tongue.

"mine."

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon , @nodoubtily , @keehoes

true or false : did sunghoon's biceps make me goon?

[ccoeurhee]

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ˖⁺—

office superior!jake × f!reader

contains nsfw. unedited.

cowgirl, boob sucking, spitting, creampie, (unprotected) p in v, exhibitionism kink, office cabin sex, guess who's the top.

wc: 453

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦮 ˚˖⁺

"you're a good boy, aren't you?" you whisper into his ear, hips rocking back and forth on his cock as he tightens his hold on your waist.

mouth stuffed full with your breast, you feel him nod with a moan right on your skin. the spit dripping down his chin and onto your torso only reminds you of how vile of a situation you've put yourself in.

not a smart idea to fuck your coworker in his office cabin, not with the door unlocked. not with knowing that anyone could easily walk into you right now.

with your skirt bunched around your waist and shirt pulled open, you bounce on jake's cock, all big and girthy. never would you have guessed that the quiet, shy boy who kept stealing looks at you since your first day on the job would be hiding such a package beneath his pants.

his glasses are still on, frames slightly foggy and hitting your chest as they nearly slip off his nose. you adjust it back, brushing the hair away from his forehead. "look at me."

he gazes upward, sweat glistening on the sides of his face. he shifts to your right breast, wet muscle swirling around your nipples.

his fingers move down to circle your clit, and you twitch in his arms. with hands fisting his hair, your hips falter.

you pull him off your chest with a tug on the back of his head, and he leaves your nipple with a pop, lips still connected to you by a flimsy string of saliva.

tongue out, he waits for you to spit into his mouth with flushed cheeks. and you do just that. watching as he swallows it with a lazy smirk right before he moves his hands to your ass.

he makes you bounce on his length, snatching all the control off your palm.

his fat tip nudges against your cervix with every move, as your wet nipples brush against his clothed shoulder.

and before you know it, he's thrusting up upside you with a grunt. his thighs are twitching along with his dick. and he's shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. you clench around his cock, nails digging into his scalp as you milk him whole.

and just as you feel his finger touch your clit again, you're jolting up with a moan. clear white liquid bursts onto his white shirt—half unbuttoned, snug around his arms—and now all wet with your essence. it trails down to his thighs, his balls, and onto the chair beneath.

he heaves a breath, pulling you back down on his cock without a warning and smashing his lips on yours.

"please, squirt for me, again, please. please. please, please, please."

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon , @keehoes , @nodoubtily

reblog for more pls! ty!

[ccoeurhee]

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ˖⁺—

office superior!jake × f!reader

contains nsfw. unedited.

cowgirl, boob sucking, spitting, creampie, (unprotected) p in v, exhibitionism kink, office cabin sex, guess who's the top.

wc: 453

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦮 ˚˖⁺

"you're a good boy, aren't you?" you whisper into his ear, hips rocking back and forth on his cock as he tightens his hold on your waist.

mouth stuffed full with your breast, you feel him nod with a moan right on your skin. the spit dripping down his chin and onto your torso only reminds you of how vile of a situation you've put yourself in.

not a smart idea to fuck your coworker in his office cabin, not with the door unlocked. not with knowing that anyone could easily walk into you right now.

with your skirt bunched around your waist and shirt pulled open, you bounce on jake's cock, all big and girthy. never would you have guessed that the quiet, shy boy who kept stealing looks at you since your first day on the job would be hiding such a package beneath his pants.

his glasses are still on, frames slightly foggy and hitting your chest as they nearly slip off his nose. you adjust it back, brushing the hair away from his forehead. "look at me."

he gazes upward, sweat glistening on the sides of his face. he shifts to your right breast, wet muscle swirling around your nipples.

his fingers move down to circle your clit, and you twitch in his arms. with hands fisting his hair, your hips falter.

you pull him off your chest with a tug on the back of his head, and he leaves your nipple with a pop, lips still connected to you by a flimsy string of saliva.

tongue out, he waits for you to spit into his mouth with flushed cheeks. and you do just that. watching as he swallows it with a lazy smirk right before he moves his hands to your ass.

he makes you bounce on his length, snatching all the control off your palm.

his fat tip nudges against your cervix with every move, as your wet nipples brush against his clothed shoulder.

and before you know it, he's thrusting up upside you with a grunt. his thighs are twitching along with his dick. and he's shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. you clench around his cock, nails digging into his scalp as you milk him whole.

and just as you feel his finger touch your clit again, you're jolting up with a moan. clear white liquid bursts onto his white shirt—half unbuttoned, snug around his arms—and now all wet with your essence. it trails down to his thighs, his balls, and onto the chair beneath.

he heaves a breath, pulling you back down on his cock without a warning and smashing his lips on yours.

"please, squirt for me, again, please. please. please, please, please."

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon , @keehoes , @nodoubtily

reblog for more pls! ty!

[ccoeurhee]

trust me guys next part won't be boring ;)

ղᥱvᥱɾ oᴜɾs ˖⁺— 2.

highschool bsf!hee × f!reader

unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, maybe a little toxic idk.

synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with. but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows that it's always been you.

1.

wc: 954

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺

funny. he doesn't even remember leaving his sweater here. and now it clings to his shoulders like an old piece of him that he's getting back after a long while. a piece you could never throw away.

he walks around, looking at things that feel familiar, too familiar.

like the frame of your highschool graduation that lays cold on a shelf nearby. graduation, the day he decided to let go and find another home. in someone else. someone who wasn't you.

he ends up finding his way to your kitchen. leaning against the doorway with hands in his pockets, a used towel hangs around his shoulders, damp hair letting drops of water trail down the back of the old sweater he’d left here months ago. ten, maybe.

the fabric smells slightly musty, with echoes of known memories.

his eyes fall on you, you're standing at the counter with your back to him. you quietly cook, shrugging off the weight of his faraway gaze on your shoulders.

it's too careful, too distant. he doesn't see you.

always from afar as it always has been, he's busy searching for something else in your presence, never allowing himself too close.

your shoulders stay stiff, afraid that if you turn, you'll be met with eyes that don't really look at you.

he wants to move closer. wrap his arms around your waist, feel the warmth of your skin, the rise and fall of your breath. but he doesn’t.

instead, he walks to you—near you and settles at half an arm’s length away. he rests lightly against the counter, you don't notice him as his gaze flicks to the stove.

“ramyeon?” he asks, voice soft enough to come out as a whisper.

you startle, sighing once you catch sight of him beside you. “hm? yeah...”

a low chuckle escapes him. “that’s my favourite.”

and you're thrown off for a moment. right, it's his favourite, you remember as you glance at the pot infront of you. you didn't even realise.

“oh... i just... i had it in the fridge,” you murmur, words stinging your throat as you avoid his eyes. it’s been so long. do you still know each other like you used to?

you steal a glance at him, quick and nearly hesitant. he looks different now. a little broader at the shoulders, arms slightly bulkier, but he's still the same in all the ways that hurt.

the way the corners of his eyes still crease when he smiles. the way his voice softens and his head dips lower whenever he speaks to you.

does he know that you see it all? see him all? but none of that belongs to you anymore, and it hasn't for a long time.

you're afraid to reach out, even when he’s right here. he's not yours to hold, you know it. his heart belongs to her.

.

you eat in silence. the air around warm, but nothing less than stifling to you. you smile once or twice when your eyes meet. small, forced smiles that make your chest hurt more the longer he sits there.

for him though, sitting down across from you at the small table, rain pouring outside, hot bowl of food infront of him, it feels like home. a place he's longed to be at before he even left. you're being so kind, but he’s not sure he deserves it.

his mind races with things he wants to say as he erratically shakes his leg under the table. he's got questions to ask, things to clarify, although you haven't asked for anything, not what happened, why it happened, how it happened, but his words are barricaded by something he can’t name.

you glance at your phone buzzing on the table, then at him. "excuse me."

the formality. he notices it sharp and biting. none of you had ever been used to talking this way with each other.

his fingers curl, fist tightening. then again, what right does he even have...to feel this way anymore?

he heaves out a shaky breath.

he hears you mumble sweet endearments to the caller. he wants to ask. who was that?

but the question knots in his throat. and before he can prepare himself to speak, you set the phone back down.

“my niece,” you tell him, light and offhand.

he exhales, relaxing. of course. how could he forget the little kid whose advice could've saved him years of what he believes to be an unreciprocated heartbreak?

.

later, as he helps you clear the table, his hand brushes against yours. unintentional but the brief heat of his skin against yours only makes your heart thump louder. you both pull back, quick in action.

.

and when the time comes to say goodnight, he stands infront of you in the hallway, gulping like a toddler afraid of getting yelled at for not finishing his homework.

"good night." he mumbles, arms cautious before he wraps it around your shoulders.

your arms stay still at your sides, you can barely hug him back. “goodnight.” the feigned smile on your lips somehow aches straight through your ribs.

his hold tightens, just a bit too tight, and lingers just a second too long. with his breath warm on your temple, you would assume he's hesitating to let go. as if he never really wanted to. but you know better than anyone else to ever let yourself do that again.

he lets you go at last.

his fingers trail away from your arms slower than they should. gaze unreadable but there's a flicker, of guilt—hesitation—yearning in the way his hands hover midair before falling to his sides.

with a sigh, he watches you leave to your room. keeping himself company in the dark for a while with agony huge enough to devour you both, before he settles himself in your guestroom.

chap 3 unlocks after 50 reblogs

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon , @keehoes , @nodoubtily

question of the day :

do you know what he's searching for? does he? in your presence, your embrace, your silence?

..

incase you did not consent to being added to my taglist well—

:P

[ccoeurhee]

alr 50 reblogs LETSS GOOOOOO

yasss bbg it's outt!

[ccoeurhee]

ղᥱvᥱɾ oᴜɾs ˖⁺— 2.

highschool bsf!hee × f!reader

unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, maybe a little toxic idk.

synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with. but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows that it's always been you.

1.

wc: 954

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺

funny. he doesn't even remember leaving his sweater here. and now it clings to his shoulders like an old piece of him that he's getting back after a long while. a piece you could never throw away.

he walks around, looking at things that feel familiar, too familiar.

like the frame of your highschool graduation that lays cold on a shelf nearby. graduation, the day he decided to let go and find another home. in someone else. someone who wasn't you.

he ends up finding his way to your kitchen. leaning against the doorway with hands in his pockets, a used towel hangs around his shoulders, damp hair letting drops of water trail down the back of the old sweater he’d left here months ago. ten, maybe.

the fabric smells slightly musty, with echoes of known memories.

his eyes fall on you, you're standing at the counter with your back to him. you quietly cook, shrugging off the weight of his faraway gaze on your shoulders.

it's too careful, too distant. he doesn't see you.

always from afar as it always has been, he's busy searching for something else in your presence, never allowing himself too close.

your shoulders stay stiff, afraid that if you turn, you'll be met with eyes that don't really look at you.

he wants to move closer. wrap his arms around your waist, feel the warmth of your skin, the rise and fall of your breath. but he doesn’t.

instead, he walks to you—near you and settles at half an arm’s length away. he rests lightly against the counter, you don't notice him as his gaze flicks to the stove.

“ramyeon?” he asks, voice soft enough to come out as a whisper.

you startle, sighing once you catch sight of him beside you. “hm? yeah...”

a low chuckle escapes him. “that’s my favourite.”

and you're thrown off for a moment. right, it's his favourite, you remember as you glance at the pot infront of you. you didn't even realise.

“oh... i just... i had it in the fridge,” you murmur, words stinging your throat as you avoid his eyes. it’s been so long. do you still know each other like you used to?

you steal a glance at him, quick and nearly hesitant. he looks different now. a little broader at the shoulders, arms slightly bulkier, but he's still the same in all the ways that hurt.

the way the corners of his eyes still crease when he smiles. the way his voice softens and his head dips lower whenever he speaks to you.

does he know that you see it all? see him all? but none of that belongs to you anymore, and it hasn't for a long time.

you're afraid to reach out, even when he’s right here. he's not yours to hold, you know it. his heart belongs to her.

.

you eat in silence. the air around warm, but nothing less than stifling to you. you smile once or twice when your eyes meet. small, forced smiles that make your chest hurt more the longer he sits there.

for him though, sitting down across from you at the small table, rain pouring outside, hot bowl of food infront of him, it feels like home. a place he's longed to be at before he even left. you're being so kind, but he’s not sure he deserves it.

his mind races with things he wants to say as he erratically shakes his leg under the table. he's got questions to ask, things to clarify, although you haven't asked for anything, not what happened, why it happened, how it happened, but his words are barricaded by something he can’t name.

you glance at your phone buzzing on the table, then at him. "excuse me."

the formality. he notices it sharp and biting. none of you had ever been used to talking this way with each other.

his fingers curl, fist tightening. then again, what right does he even have...to feel this way anymore?

he heaves out a shaky breath.

he hears you mumble sweet endearments to the caller. he wants to ask. who was that?

but the question knots in his throat. and before he can prepare himself to speak, you set the phone back down.

“my niece,” you tell him, light and offhand.

he exhales, relaxing. of course. how could he forget the little kid whose advice could've saved him years of what he believes to be an unreciprocated heartbreak?

.

later, as he helps you clear the table, his hand brushes against yours. unintentional but the brief heat of his skin against yours only makes your heart thump louder. you both pull back, quick in action.

.

and when the time comes to say goodnight, he stands infront of you in the hallway, gulping like a toddler afraid of getting yelled at for not finishing his homework.

"good night." he mumbles, arms cautious before he wraps it around your shoulders.

your arms stay still at your sides, you can barely hug him back. “goodnight.” the feigned smile on your lips somehow aches straight through your ribs.

his hold tightens, just a bit too tight, and lingers just a second too long. with his breath warm on your temple, you would assume he's hesitating to let go. as if he never really wanted to. but you know better than anyone else to ever let yourself do that again.

he lets you go at last.

his fingers trail away from your arms slower than they should. gaze unreadable but there's a flicker, of guilt—hesitation—yearning in the way his hands hover midair before falling to his sides.

with a sigh, he watches you leave to your room. keeping himself company in the dark for a while with agony huge enough to devour you both, before he settles himself in your guestroom.

chap 3 unlocks after 50 reblogs

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon , @keehoes , @nodoubtily

question of the day :

do you know what he's searching for? does he? in your presence, your embrace, your silence?

..

incase you did not consent to being added to my taglist well—

:P

[ccoeurhee]

guys I swear I'm tryna get writin' but app's glitchin' 😭😭😭

[ccoeurhee]

guys it would be so much better if y'all reblogged instead of liking yk 😔👉👈

ղᥱvᥱɾ oᴜɾs ˖⁺— 1.

highschool bsf!hee × f!reader

unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, probs kinda toxic.

synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with. but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows that it's always been you.

teaser

wc: 539

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺

"heeseung..." your eyes scan him whole. his hair is damp, his wet clothes stick to his body like glue, his eyelashes drip but you can't tell whether it's the rain or something inside him that's fallen apart this time.

"baby..." a whisper, a plead and he's back with that word again. the one he uses when he's broken, when he knows it’ll get him through your door. and that's all you need to let him in again.

you step back, the floor softly creaks on the shift of your feet as he moves forward, arms slipping around your waist as he draws you into a cold embrace. his head buries into the crook of your neck. and just like that, he's back home, wrapping himself in familiarity and comfort. to you, he smells just like petrichor and despair, just his usual cologne combo.

even after all this time that you spent distancing yourself from him, you hate the fact that all it took was one glance at his brimming eyes to pull you right in again.

the rain from his clothes keeps dripping onto your floor as he hugs you tighter, lulling himself into refuge in your arms.

and right when you give up on yourself and wrap your arms around him, he moves back.

"she dumped me, again." his lips quiver and he quickly looks down to hide his face.

of course, that's why he knocked. he only ever knocks when the storm has washed him out.

.

you knew you had gotten yourself into the wrong mess right back in highschool, when you fell in love with your best friend.

you should’ve said no when he asked if he could sleep with you. but you didn’t. not when it seemed like it was the closest you could ever get to being loved by him in the same way that you loved him.

it ended the moment she said yes. you were just a detour on his way to her. a body to learn on, a heart to leave behind.

after that it was nearly as if he had forgotten your whole existence, as if all that had ever mattered was saeyeon.

he never looked back. not at you.

occasionally though, whenever she dumps him, whenever he's not tangled between her sheets, your place is somehow the first he shows up at.

and each time, he's drenched in either tears or rain, sometimes both. each time, he pulls you close as if all that had ever mattered was you.

he holds you close to his heart, but it's not your home. never was, never will be.

it'll remain forever as his and hers.

but you know, every time he's on his knees, every time he pleads, you wouldn't waste a second to open your doors and let him back in.

every single one of those times, he treats you like you reside in his heart, as if it's easy for you to overlook the marks above it, marks left by someone who wasn't you.

as if it's easy to constantly find him searching for someone else in your eyes. like you'd never be enough, no matter what you did.

but it's okay, two can play pretend. he can pretend he loves you and you can pretend you don't.

chap 2 unlocks after 50 reblogs.

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon

reblog for more pls! ty!

i didn't wanna stuff everything into one post so ig this will be around 3-4 parts long excluding the teaser.

[ccoeurhee]

chap 1 is out!

ղᥱvᥱɾ oᴜɾs ˖⁺— teaser

childhood bsf!heeseung × f!reader

unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, maybe a little toxic idk.

synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with. but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows it's always been you.

"baby..." a whisper, a plead. and he's back with that word again. the one he uses when he’s broken, when he knows it’ll get him through your door. you step back, the floor creaks and he steps forward. arms around your waist, his soaked clothes clinging to your skin, he buries his face in your neck like he’s found home again. he smells like petrichor and despair— just his usual cologne combo.

and just when you give in and hold him back, he pulls away.

"she dumped me, again."

of course. he only ever knocks when the storm's washed him out.

chap 1 unlocked.

📎masterlist

reblog for more pls! ty!

here's a little peek at the mess i've been writing. happy 100 to us cuties and welcome to Never Ours. <3

[ccoeurhee]

ղᥱvᥱɾ oᴜɾs ˖⁺— 1.

highschool bsf!hee × f!reader

unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, probs kinda toxic.

synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with. but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows that it's always been you.

teaser

wc: 539

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺

"heeseung..." your eyes scan him whole. his hair is damp, his wet clothes stick to his body like glue, his eyelashes drip but you can't tell whether it's the rain or something inside him that's fallen apart this time.

"baby..." a whisper, a plead and he's back with that word again. the one he uses when he's broken, when he knows it’ll get him through your door. and that's all you need to let him in again.

you step back, the floor softly creaks on the shift of your feet as he moves forward, arms slipping around your waist as he draws you into a cold embrace. his head buries into the crook of your neck. and just like that, he's back home, wrapping himself in familiarity and comfort. to you, he smells just like petrichor and despair, just his usual cologne combo.

even after all this time that you spent distancing yourself from him, you hate the fact that all it took was one glance at his brimming eyes to pull you right in again.

the rain from his clothes keeps dripping onto your floor as he hugs you tighter, lulling himself into refuge in your arms.

and right when you give up on yourself and wrap your arms around him, he moves back.

"she dumped me, again." his lips quiver and he quickly looks down to hide his face.

of course, that's why he knocked. he only ever knocks when the storm has washed him out.

.

you knew you had gotten yourself into the wrong mess right back in highschool, when you fell in love with your best friend.

you should’ve said no when he asked if he could sleep with you. but you didn’t. not when it seemed like it was the closest you could ever get to being loved by him in the same way that you loved him.

it ended the moment she said yes. you were just a detour on his way to her. a body to learn on, a heart to leave behind.

after that it was nearly as if he had forgotten your whole existence, as if all that had ever mattered was saeyeon.

he never looked back. not at you.

occasionally though, whenever she dumps him, whenever he's not tangled between her sheets, your place is somehow the first he shows up at.

and each time, he's drenched in either tears or rain, sometimes both. each time, he pulls you close as if all that had ever mattered was you.

he holds you close to his heart, but it's not your home. never was, never will be.

it'll remain forever as his and hers.

but you know, every time he's on his knees, every time he pleads, you wouldn't waste a second to open your doors and let him back in.

every single one of those times, he treats you like you reside in his heart, as if it's easy for you to overlook the marks above it, marks left by someone who wasn't you.

as if it's easy to constantly find him searching for someone else in your eyes. like you'd never be enough, no matter what you did.

but it's okay, two can play pretend. he can pretend he loves you and you can pretend you don't.

chap 2 unlocked

📎masterlist

taglist :

@hseungie , @snowprincehoon

reblog for more pls! ty!

i didn't wanna stuff everything into one post so ig this will be around 3-4 parts long excluding the teaser.

[ccoeurhee]

𓂃 ࣪✦ P.JONGSEONG

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f—fluff

a—angst

t—tension(seggsual)

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[ccoeurhee]

hiii luviesss! soooo, did I tell you guys that we hit hundred yesterday night? 100 in 2 weeks sksks

tysm for all your support pretty ppl, love you sm. <33 hope y'all like my present 🎁

[ccoeurhee]

ղᥱvᥱɾ oᴜɾs ˖⁺— teaser

highschool bsf!heeseung × f!reader

unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, maybe a little toxic idk.

synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with. but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows it's always been you.

"baby..." a whisper, a plead. and he's back with that word again. the one he uses when he’s broken, when he knows it’ll get him through your door. you step back, the floor creaks and he steps forward. arms around your waist, his soaked clothes clinging to your skin, he buries his face in your neck like he’s found home again. he smells like petrichor and despair— just his usual cologne combo.

and just when you give in and hold him back, he pulls away.

"she dumped me, again."

of course. he only ever knocks when the storm's washed him out.

chap 1 unlocked.

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reblog for more pls! ty!

here's a little peek at the mess i've been writing. happy 100 to us cuties and welcome to Never Ours. <3

[ccoeurhee]

smth better's comin' up soon ;)

7 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛɪᴇ ˖⁺—

bf!jay × f!reader

based on this req! | from the 7mih series.

p.sg ver | l.hs ver

wc : 660 (probably the longest piece i've written here so far)

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🐈‍⬛ ˚˖⁺

"all i need is two minutes and a hair tie." you say out loud, casually checking out your boyfriend beside you on the couch. all your friends are snapping their heads towards you then sneaking a look at jay's face, who's busy munching on his snack unfazed by your statement. it's new day same shit for him.

they pass each other a look and nod. "okay."

before you can even process, you're being shoved into the guest bedroom with jay. a hair tie hits you in the face mid-protest. "okay."

"you got 7 minutes and a hair tie. let's see."

you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. you see jay pick up the scrunchie with a smirk on his lips. "i don't think we this, do we?"

your cheeks burn red and you shake your head no. he chuckles, throwing the scrunchie over his shoulder. his fingers trace your jaw as he eyes your lips. "come on baby, get down. don't waste time."

you gulp, saliva filling your mouth as you notice the tent in his pants. you haven't even touched him yet. it's always been so easy to get him hard, you barely ever have to do anything.

he lets you kneel down between his legs as he takes a seat on the bed. unzipping his pants, he helps you free his leaking cock.

his angry red tip glistens with precum, waiting for you to take it into your mouth. you lean down, holding it at it's base before you let your saliva drip on his cock. you use your thumb to spread the slick around his cock, leaning down to lick his tip before you give it a light suck.

hair falls into your face, but he's quick to do his job and gather it into a makeshift ponytail. he thighs tense as he winces, bucking his hips up into your mouth and you know he's gonna bust in a minute.

you know how much he loves to have you on your knees, and with your friends right in the next room possibly being able to hear how good you make him feel, he loves it even more.

you don't waste time anymore, you bob your head on his delicious cock, tongue swirling around it. your hand works on what your mouth can't fit and he groans with no shame when you squeeze his base.

"f—fuck...baby—"

his grip around your hair tightens, tugging at your scalp as he takes the pace into his own hands. he thrusts into your mouth, guiding your head up and down along. you gag on his length, nose hitting his pelvis with every move but you don't stop. you breathe in the scent of his arousal while yours freely dampens your panties.

it's not too long before he busts into your mouth with stuttering hips and panting breaths.

you pull away quickly, gasping for air as he offers his palm. he knows you don’t like swallowing. you spit into his hand and wipe your mouth, breath still uneven.

you cough before you look up at his eyes. his chest still rising with every inhale, he bends down to join his lips with yours.

"well done, baby."

you get a kiss for your job well done and a knock to ruin your time.

📎masterlist

reblog for more pls! ty!

jay's done. who's next?

[ccoeurhee]

7 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛɪᴇ ˖⁺—

bf!jay × f!reader

based on this req! | from the 7mih series.

p.sg ver | l.hs ver

wc : 660 (probably the longest piece i've written here so far)

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🐈‍⬛ ˚˖⁺

"all i need is two minutes and a hair tie." you say out loud, casually checking out your boyfriend beside you on the couch. all your friends are snapping their heads towards you then sneaking a look at jay's face, who's busy munching on his snack unfazed by your statement. it's new day same shit for him.

they pass each other a look and nod. "okay."

before you can even process, you're being shoved into the guest bedroom with jay. a hair tie hits you in the face mid-protest. "okay."

"you got 7 minutes and a hair tie. let's see."

you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. you see jay pick up the scrunchie with a smirk on his lips. "i don't think we this, do we?"

your cheeks burn red and you shake your head no. he chuckles, throwing the scrunchie over his shoulder. his fingers trace your jaw as he eyes your lips. "come on baby, get down. don't waste time."

you gulp, saliva filling your mouth as you notice the tent in his pants. you haven't even touched him yet. it's always been so easy to get him hard, you barely ever have to do anything.

he lets you kneel down between his legs as he takes a seat on the bed. unzipping his pants, he helps you free his leaking cock.

his angry red tip glistens with precum, waiting for you to take it into your mouth. you lean down, holding it at it's base before you let your saliva drip on his cock. you use your thumb to spread the slick around his cock, leaning down to lick his tip before you give it a light suck.

hair falls into your face, but he's quick to do his job and gather it into a makeshift ponytail. he thighs tense as he winces, bucking his hips up into your mouth and you know he's gonna bust in a minute.

you know how much he loves to have you on your knees, and with your friends right in the next room possibly being able to hear how good you make him feel, he loves it even more.

you don't waste time anymore, you bob your head on his delicious cock, tongue swirling around it. your hand works on what your mouth can't fit and he groans with no shame when you squeeze his base.

"f—fuck...baby—"

his grip around your hair tightens, tugging at your scalp as he takes the pace into his own hands. he thrusts into your mouth, guiding your head up and down along. you gag on his length, nose hitting his pelvis with every move but you don't stop. you breathe in the scent of his arousal while yours freely dampens your panties.

it's not too long before he busts into your mouth with stuttering hips and panting breaths.

you pull away quickly, gasping for air as he offers his palm. he knows you don’t like swallowing. you spit into his hand and wipe your mouth, breath still uneven.

you cough before you look up at his eyes. his chest still rising with every inhale, he bends down to join his lips with yours.

"well done, baby."

you get a kiss for your job well done and a knock to ruin your time.

📎masterlist

reblog for more pls! ty!

jay's done. who's next?

[ccoeurhee]

Hihi!!! Can u i request a 7 minutes in heaven drabble for Jay 🥹🥹🥹 big fan of the ones you've posted for hee and sunghoon 🥹🥹🥹

hiii honey! ofc you can, I already have the idea laid out, I'm gonna get writing and post by tonight or tmr night fs. I hope you'll like it as much as you liked the others, tysm for reaching out sweetie and pls don't hate me incase I'm a bit late (mum figured I'm writing smut again so...) 😭😭

it's done babyyyy, you can read it here

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[ccoeurhee]

urm....my mum might know that i write smut here—