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wrong table, right person .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ — sjy

⋆˚꩜｡ 003 :: mr basic

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synopsis . ❀ ݁ ˖ yn finally agrees to a blind date to finally shut her bffs up about her tragic dating life. Dressed to impress but armed with zero expectations, she arrives at a café, scans the room, and sits across from a guy who checks every box: handsome yet cute, and surprisingly sarcastic in a way that keeps her on her toes. Only one problem: he’s not her date. Jake, a schools heartthrob laying low not to be caught by his fan girls, is just trying to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee when a stranger slides into the seat across from him and starts talking like they know each other. Intrigued — and a little bored — he plays along. What starts as a mistaken identity turns into a full-blown accidental date. And when yn finally realizes her mixup… she walks away mortified. But Jake? He can’t stop thinking about her. Now he’s determined to find her again — without revealing who he really is. As fate (or nosy mutual friends) brings them back together, their story becomes anything but accidental. Because sometimes, love finds you at the wrong table — at exactly the right time.

As yn stepped into the café, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, immediately grounding her in the cozy atmosphere. Her eyes scanned the room until she saw a guy who could potentially be her future boyfriend, sitting down alone cap on and head down on his phone

Approaching the table, she noticed the empty seat across from him.

“Hey, Intak, right?” she asked with a shy smile.

Jake looked up from his phone, his cap blocking his view and the top half of his face “i think you—“ but before he could finish, the barista’s voice cut in, calling out his order number.

“Oh, you already ordered?” yn said, a little flustered. “Was I that late? I'm so sorry.”

Jake stood up, waving off her apology. “No, it’s fine. I’ll just grab it real quick.”

As he walked toward the pickup counter, he couldn’t help but glance back at the girl now settling into the seat across from where he'd been. Something about her—maybe the way she looked around with quiet curiosity or the slight smile still on her lips—made him suddenly okay with this unexpected meetup.

Walking back with his drink in hand, Jake spots yn sitting at the table, eyes glued to her phone, fingers flying across the screen.

“Hey,” he says, raising an eyebrow as he sits down, “everything alright?”

yn glances up, her expression shifting quickly into a sheepish smile. “Yeah, sorry—my friends are being annoying as usual”

Jake chuckles, lifting his cup. “i understand that”

yn nods silently then asks “what’d you order?”

“oh an iced americano”

She raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Wow. Basic.”

jake gasps, clutching his chest theatrically. “Basic?! Excuse you, this is the superior drink. Sophisticated. Timeless.”

yn laughs, shaking her head. “Okay, Mr. Basic, whatever you say.”

Jake grins, watching her for a moment before saying, more softly, “You know… you have a really pretty smile.”

Her laughter slowly fades as her cheeks flush with color, and she opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. “I—” Jake quickly leans back, eyes wide. “Shit, sorry. That was too sudden, wasn’t it?”

“No!” she blurts, voice higher than intended. “I mean—no, it’s fine. Just… unexpected.”

There’s a beat of silence, but it’s not awkward—just warm. Comfortable.

He takes a sip of his drink, eyes still on her and breaks the silence. “So... you gonna tell me your not-so-basic order, or is it a top-secret recipe?”

“I don’t know…do you really deserve to know?” yn teases, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Jake raises an eyebrow, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Wow, fine,” he sighs dramatically.

yn chuckles, then stands up. “Let me order it first, and then I’ll show you a visual representation,” she says, flashing him a smile before heading over to the counter.

The café’s quieter now, so she waits for a few minutes, picks up her order, and walks back to Jake. “Sorry for keeping you waiting,” she says, an exaggerated pout on her face. Then, with a proud grin, she holds up her matcha latte like she’s unveiling a trophy. “But look at my glorious baby!”

Jake eyes the drink, nodding appreciatively. “I’ll admit, it does look pretty good.”

yn laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she offers him a sip. “Wanna try it? I promise you, it’s the drink of champions.”

Jake grins, shaking his head. “Nah, it’s fine. My iced Americano is superior.”

yn gasps, putting a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “No way! My drink outshines yours in every way!”

Jake rolls his eyes with a playful grin, then decides to switch things up. “Alright, random question. What’s your favorite color?”

yn chuckles, clearly amused. “Navy blue, I guess?”

Jake raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in a teasing smile. “Hmm, navy blue. Interesting... You’re a uni student, right?”

yns expression shifts, slightly suspicious. “Yeah, I am. Why? You’re not gonna sell my info on the dark web, are you? I’m starting to get worried now.”

“oh cmon i would never do that to you” jake says batting his eyes playfully. yn rolls her eyes playfully “please you just met me”

After about 20 minutes of easy conversation, filled with lighthearted jokes and shared interests, yns phone suddenly starts buzzing incessantly. Jake glances at it, eyebrows raised, and chuckles. "I think you might want to check that? Seems like it’s blowing up."

YN lets out a sigh, a bit embarrassed, and smiles sheepishly. "I’m so sorry, I have no idea why they’re all blowing up my phone. One second let me hop into the ladies room!" she rushes to the bathroom and opens her phone to see a spam of messages from the gc all spamming her name.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ authors note — hehehhehe nd the plot thickens! sorry for the shitty writing I’m still kinda rusty it’s been awhile 💔

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wrong table, right person .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ — sjy

⋆˚꩜｡ 002 :: not so ready

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synopsis . ❀ ݁ ˖ yn finally agrees to a blind date to finally shut her bffs up about her tragic dating life. Dressed to impress but armed with zero expectations, she arrives at a café, scans the room, and sits across from a guy who checks every box: handsome yet cute, and surprisingly sarcastic in a way that keeps her on her toes. Only one problem: he’s not her date. Jake, a schools heartthrob laying low not to be caught by his fan girls, is just trying to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee when a stranger slides into the seat across from him and starts talking like they know each other. Intrigued — and a little bored — he plays along. What starts as a mistaken identity turns into a full-blown accidental date. And when yn finally realizes her mixup… she walks away mortified. But Jake? He can’t stop thinking about her. Now he’s determined to find her again — without revealing who he really is. As fate (or nosy mutual friends) brings them back together, their story becomes anything but accidental. Because sometimes, love finds you at the wrong table — at exactly the right time.

“Oh my god, you guys really didn’t have to come over,” yn says, rummaging through her closet in a frantic attempt to find something to wear. Kai chuckles from the corner of the room, shaking his head. “bro you need all the help you can get. Whatever you’re doing to scare these guys off, it’s definitely working.”

Meanwhile, Juyeon is casually snacking on whatever he could find in yns fridge, seemingly unfazed by the chaos in the room. Yumi, who’s also digging through yns closet, suddenly stops and gasps. “yn! Look! Wear this! It’s perfect!” she exclaims, holding up a black off the shoulder top and a cute dark wash mini skirt “pfft is that even going to fit on her, I haven’t seen her wear that shirt since forever” wonbin says next to juyeon whos also snacking on the same thing

yn glares at wonbin and then glances at the mess of clothes scattered all over the room. “I don’t know if this is going to fit, ugh it doesn’t even look like it can go over my head bro” “Trust me,” Yumi says, grinning. “At this point, you’ve got nothing to lose nini” “wow thanks for all the support my loving friends who have gotten me into this situation in the first place” yn says laying on the floor making a snow angel with all her clothes on the floor.

“oh my god can you try it on already we don’t have all day” juyeon says rummaging through her fridge even more trying to find her secret stash of food. yn noticing “yea i will if you can get your fat fingers away from my fridge” juyeon gasps loudly “cmonnnn nini go try it on” yumi forces her to get up and pushes her towards her bathroom door. “ok fine but if i look like a hot mess im not coming out” “OH CMONN THATS THE FUN PART” kai yells from his corner and wonbin nodding silently from the kitchen counter.

“Oh my god, is she seriously still laying on the floor?” Juyeon calls out from the kitchen counter, voice muffled by the fridge door as he digs through it, clearly trying to find yns secret stash of snacks. “We’re starving, and you’re still deciding if that shirt fits? Just get it over with already!” yn groans from the floor “I swear, youre worse than my mom. stop nagging me lee juyeon!! I’ll try it on when I want to gosh”

“Ugh, don’t act like we’re the problem here,” wonbin teases, walking toward the bathroom door. “The only thing slowing this down is you. Just try it on! I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take so long to put on a shirt.” juyeon complains like theres no tomorrow as yumi gently pushes yn towards the bathroom door and wonbin opening the door for them. Kai pipes up from the couch, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, honestly, you’ve got this yn. It’s just a shirt and a skirt, not like you’re reinventing the wheel.”

Wonbin, sitting lazily at the floor infront of the bathroom door with a snack, chuckles. “Do you think she’s gonna come out wearing it or just get stuck halfway through? ‘Cause that seems more likely.” yumi smacks his shoulders “stop making fun of my baby and go and get me some of whatever your eating im hungry too” wonbin winces in pain but still gets up annoyed while sticking his tongue at her. “boy if you don’t put that fat tongue back in ur mouth”

“hey guys it fits i think?” yn calls back, her voice muffled as she struggles with the shirt. “But if I come out looking like a hot mess, it’s all your fault and im never trusting u bitches again”

“Oh, we know it’s gonna be a hot mess,” Kai says with a loud laugh.

“You’re the worst huening kai.” yelling from the bathroom

After a couple of minutes, yn emerges slowly from the bathroom, standing awkwardly in the doorway with her arms crossed like she’s waiting for the inevitable onslaught of teasing. The room goes dead silent for a moment. And then, as expected, it erupts.

“Oh my god, she actually did it,” Kai says, snickering like it’s the best thing he’s seen all week. “Who let you out of your cave yn?”

Juyeon takes one look and just bursts out laughing. “Okay, hold up. Did someone spike your water? What happened to chopped yn??” YN rolls her eyes. “It’s just a shirt and a skirt. Stop acting like I’m wearing a ballgown.”

Wonbin raises an eyebrow, still munching on his snack. “Not gonna lie, though. You actually kind of look like huzz but no glaze cause your still chopped” “I’m just so glad you think I look like chopped huzz” YN says dryly, giving him a playful shove. “Really boosts my self-esteem.”

Yumi, arms crossed and grinning mischievously, steps forward. “I literally told u guys this was THE fit. like cmon now” “Oh, for sure,” Kai chimes in. “next time can you dress me. I want to look unrecognizable too.”

Juyeon snorts. “honestly, I’m kind of impressed. I didn’t think you could manage this without looking like you just stepped out of a disaster movie.” YN shoots them all a look. “Yeah, keep laughing. I’ll just make sure you don’t get any snacks next time we hang out Lee juyeon.”

“Hey, don’t threaten me im the one who landed u on yet another date” juyeon says, holding up his bag of chips.

“You’re literally the worst one to play the Cupid role omg” YN scoffs, hands on her hips.

“youre all grown up now!!! guys she’s grown up so fast” Kai throws his hands in the air dramatically, like he’s being hit with a wave of sudden emotion. “Look at you! How do you go from our little baby to suddenly ready for marriage ”

Yn glares at him, fighting back a grin. “You guys are lucky I even let you guys in here to “help” me. You’re getting one look, and then youre all leaving.”

“my nini baby all grown up,” Yumi teases, “but just remember—you can’t run away from us. We’ll be sure to remind you of this moment forever.”

“Yeah,” Wonbin says, leaning back in the kitchen chair, “you look cute, but don’t get used to it. You’ve got the nonchalant persona to maintain.”

Yn crosses her arms, giving them all a look of mock seriousness. “Alright, I’ll leave the nonchalant part to you guys. You can keep it.” The teasing continues as she heads out, but before she can fully close the door she hears juyeon scream “CAN WE EAT YOUR RAMEN!” yn rolls her eyes and peeps her head through the door “yes but only two packs you guys can share, and I’ll know if you eat more than one. I WILL KNOW.”

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ authors note — this chapt is kinda boring but next chapt the plot will thicken trust. also taglist is always open for anyone who wants to join! 🩶

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HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

NINETEEN – hospital time??

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LADS men and you doing the "My boyfriend wants to show you his _____ collection and you better be nice!" Trend

Please I've been seeing this trend and they're all so cute and wholesome, so here's what the boys would show in the video.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus (jewels)

"Hey guys, my boyfriend wants to show you his jewels collection, be nice!"

Sylus happily show the camera his collection of jewels he had won in auctions, along with Mephisto who would fly around and fetch each jewel he mentions.

"Tell them how much you spent on each jewel!" "Why? They won't be able to afford it." "Sy, be nic- yeah you're right."

Xavier (baking progress)

"Hey! My boyfriend wants to show you his progress of making the perfect bread and-" you whisper menacingly "you better be nice."

Xavier, covered in flour shows his.. perfect bread. The audience can clearly see the burnt side but Xavier quickly say "These little burnt spot makes the bread yummier and more authentic, unlike Charli-" "Xavi!!" "My bread is better." "Yes it is, my star."

He tore a little piece for you to taste and you ate it.. it was actually good. Well, not as bad as batch 27. "Mm! It's true what people say, the 50th time is the charm!"

Rafayel (paints)

"Hello! My husband wants to show you his collection of paints and I know you all adore him so be nice, alright?"

He shows the camera the 50 different yet looks very similar shade of purple. Yet Rafayel insists each one of them is different from the other, telling the audience how exactly he got those colors.

"Now this one, I got from a flower called Wisteria.. this one is from a Lavender. They appear the same but you can see that the other one is darker. Can you see it?" You tried your best to look intimidating in the background. He is just too cute.

Zayne (ice animals)

"My boyfriend is about to show you the ice animals he made from his evol, so be nice. Go ahead, love."

Zayne had five ice babies in his arms, he starts explaining each of the little animals' background. "This one is a seal.. it's the seal I gave her when we met again." You nod happily. "This one is a little cat.. I saw one and I scared it off, so I made a mini version to keep..."

You happily pat the little babies, the ones Zayne hands to you after he's done showing it to the camera.

Caleb (model airplanes)

"Heyho~ My sweet darling boyfriend wants to show you his model airplane collection so," you lean in dangerously close to the camera, "be nice."

"Alright!" Caleb immediately takes over, his natural charming self makes you question whether or not it was necessary for you to be intimidating when you're sure he can win over everyone easily. But you digress.

Each model airplanes he shows, he tells the audience the price and how long it took him to assemble, how you've helped him built many of them. You giggle, going down the memory lane along with him.

Ok at first I want Caleb to show different types of apples but but but model airplanes won, baby needs to get his nerd on.

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RATING MY EXES: enhypen version!

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WOAH. DID NOT RECOGNISE HIM FOR A SEC

BEOMGYU ✙ W Korea x Kodak Apparel

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god he’s beautiful.

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— boyfriend texts with sunghoon

psh may or may not be down bad for you.. (hint: he definitely is)

pairing: boyfriend!park sunghoon x reader

author's note: silly goofy hoon texts (rubs hands like a fly)

also.. inting = intentional feeding (aka running towards the opponents and losing fights on purpose lol)

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Photobooth shenanigans ft Filo Caleb AU

suki ng wedding booth yang dalawa na yan

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the sexiest thing a man can do is yearn

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face card so hard and body so tea even the british want it

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face card so hard and body so tea even the british want it

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THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE IM NOT READY

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please touch, please do it

freaky gym rat bf sunghoon except it's possible that yn is the bigger freak here......

pairing ✩ park sunghoon x fem!reader

genres: smut, pwp 🫩 (with a bit of plot..)

warnings: minors dni, freak shit, he loves her to the point of invention, sunghoon uses every pet name in the book.. and ik u can be a misandrist and still love ur man.. i'm proof, i love jake !

word count: 2,945 (do not get used to this)

author's note: ......unless jake posts a freak ass picture.. i’m not writing anything like this again 😭 i just want to say thank you to sunghoon for posting these pictures and thank you asahicore for encouraging me..

You’ve never been so glad that your past self has no way to know about the woman you’ve become—because if Little Miss Man Hater saw you now? She’d gut you. 

You are absolutely sick with love. Nauseous with adoration. Ill with warmth and affection and desire. 

And all for a man. 

It’s getting out of hand, this girlfriend thing. This attachment to Sunghoon. Like part of you is being cleaved off, hacked away at, every time he leaves your side. It’s been seventy-three minutes since he went to gym, and already, you’re cuddling your pillow, and sending him a text. 

You: Hi baby how’s your workout

Five quiet minutes tick by before he replies.

Hoonie: Arm day princess, my shit’s on fire lowkey

Hoonie: I miss you :( 

Hoonie: How’s home?

His princess — the one he misses — squeals into the pillow, feet kicking as butterflies tumble in your stomach. It takes a little while, but you manage to hold it together for long enough to take a selfie. You tug the lace neckline of your camisole down so your cleavage peeks out, and push your arms together—nature’s push-up bra. I miss you more, you write back, grinning when he heart-reacts to the photo, a string of heart-eye emojis following.

Hoonie: My beautiful baby 

Hoonie: You’re so perfect

Hoonie: My dream come true

Even the old you would crumble at that, surely. You’d have to be completely and utterly heartless not to be moved by sweet Sunghoon and the things he says. 

The picture he sends you, both pictures he sends you, stop your heart in your chest, force a gasp. 

He’s in the gym, drenched in pale overhead light, his white vest hugging every inch of the effort you now feel compelled to thank him for. His muscles are surreal, carved out and flushed. His thick, veiny arm glossy with sweat. He’s gorgeous—that’s the problem. Not just hot, but downright, drop dead gorgeous. In a way that makes your breath snag in your throat, turns your brain into mush. Sets back feminism and wide-spread misandry by at least a hundred years. 

Your past self is rolling in her pre-Sunghoon grave. 

You: ???

You: Dude I’m gonna suck that dick off the bone omg do not come here after your workout ok go straight home and think about whatever the fuck you just sent to me.

You: I’m literally gonna nut to this forever

Clicking on the photo again, you stare. Staring until the screen dims and your breath catches. Without a second thought you tug your underwear off, dark lace forgotten about between your fitted sheet and duvet. Instinctively, your thighs part for your right hand, a sigh of relief at the feeling of your fingers grazing your slit. A featherlight touch, barely there. You’re trying to savour this, taking in every single detail. Eyes catching on the sharp angle of his jaw, his smirking lips, the straight slope of his nose. Composure slips, quickly, when you let yourself fuzz at the edges, fingers quickening, breath stuttering. Vision blurring in and out of focus as your body chases, and chases. 

And then he replies.  

Hoonie: 😰

Hoonie: I’m not dude, I’m baby..

Hoonie: Fucking gooner

Embarrassment engulfs you. Wraps you up in its fiery clutch, tight and unforgiving. How humiliating, to be known so well. At once, you yank your hand from between your thighs like you’ve been burnt, and get up from the bed, scrambling for the nearest pair of shorts. It would be nice to be clothed if you run into Minjeong or her girlfriend in the middle of your walk of shame. 

You don’t. 

From the tap, cold water shocks you back into your body, settles you as you wash your hands. And wash them again just in case. Exhaling deeply, you dry your hands on the plush towel and lean against the sink to reply to Sunghoon. 

You: Calling me a gooner after sending that freaky fucking photo is crazy work

You: YOU’RE THE GOONER

You: Come over. 

You: Don’t shower..

Hoonie: 😂😂😂

Hoonie: I’m On my way! Princess don’t start without me

As soon as you heart-react to his text, there’s a knock at the front door. Sunghoon, somehow. Vest and hair still damp like he stepped straight out of the photo and into your flat. With how quickly he got here, you’re not convinced he didn’t. 

“Hey, beautiful. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting,” he says, breathless. 

“Waiting? It’s been, like, thirty seconds since I told you to come over.”

“That’s thirty seconds too long.” He grins, wide and boyish. “I shouldn’t have left at all.” 

You can’t resist any longer, getting on your tiptoes and looping your arms around his neck, body arching up against his as you kiss him. “I know,” you mumble against his soft lips. 

Sunghoon’s tongue slips into your mouth and over yours. Slow. Deep. Taking his time. He always takes his time with you. His sweat-slick skin slides over yours, big hands cupping your ass, pressing you into him. Grip tight, like he plans for your bodies to spill into one another, to merge into one. If only, you think. There’s no ignoring him—you couldn’t if you tried. You don’t want to. Long and thick and stiff between you, straining against his sweatpants. 

It’s a bit much for the hallway, maybe, especially with your flatmate home and having company, but he’s Sunghoon, and he’s been away, and you can’t help it. As if reading your mind, he picks you up off your feet with no strain, humming when you wrap your legs around his svelte waist. Graceful as ever, he steps out of his shoes and walks the two of you to your bedroom, lips attached the whole way. 

Safe between the four walls of your room, you pull away, speaking only when Sunghoon sits on the end of your bed. “I want..” Words escape you at the sight of him. Lips wet, parted, deep red and swollen. Cheeks flushed the same shade. Slow breaths puffing his chest and pushing it back down. “I want..” you try again, but come up with nothing. 

Holding you tight in his lap, he looks up at you. Eyes on yours, dark and insistent. “What do you want, princess?” he asks in a low voice, gentle. “Tell me what you want.”

Beneath you, his thighs are thick and solid. Big like all the rest of him. He is discipline and patience personified, all bulging muscle and taut skin. All yours.

“Just want you.”

“Always such a sweet girl, huh?” he coos, letting his hand slip up your thigh, humming when he finds the wet spot on your shorts. “You want me here, don’t you, baby?”

You nod, hips bucking towards his touch. “Need it,” you mumble, cheeks on fire. 

It’s embarrassing how much you need it. Need him. Even after all this time, he still has you wrapped around his thick finger. 

“Want my mouth? My fingers?” 

Want everything, you think, but don’t say. 

At your silence, Sunghoon leans in, lips finding your collarbone. Kissing and licking and sucking the skin there. A whimper tumbles out of you when his teeth sink into your flesh, just the way you like—just enough to sting. His thumb slips into your shorts, unsticking the soft cotton from your dripping core and finds your clit quickly. 

You shudder on his thighs as he grazes your slit, dragging a slow strip back up to your pulsing clit. Pressing wet circles over it as he kisses a trail up to your ear. He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, biting. “No panties?” he mumbles, your skin muffling the question. 

Relieved, needy, you sigh, sinking into his hold. “Touched myself before you got here. When you sent those photos,” you admit.

Those photos. Where to start? Sweat-damp white tank clinging to his ever-expanding chest. Veins pressing against his skin. Smirk on his face knowing you’d like what you saw. Those biceps. Flexed. Massive. Glistening. 

A huffed laugh hits your ear as he sits up. His lips curve into a smile, half-proud, half-smirk. “My dirty girl,” he says. “So good and all for me. Such a lucky guy, aren’t I?” 

You feel insane when he praises you, hearing those words from him, such filth from such a pretty mouth. Carnal need overtakes you, forces your hips towards his, craving friction. Craving him. A staggered gasp from your parted lips at the feel of him, hard and throbbing against you, the manifestation of how badly he wants this, wants you. 

Taking your flushed cheek in his large palm, Sunghoon’s thumb strokes your cheek, and he slows down on your clit. “I’m all yours, baby. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Your heart does a leap in your chest, hammering wildly. “Arms,” you say dumbly, fingers digging into his triceps. “Want your arms.” 

Arching a thick brow at you, he repeats, incredulous, “You want my arms?” Confusion paints his handsome face as he takes his hand from your shorts. 

You hum, chewing on your bottom lip as you slowly drag your nail up to his shoulder. His breath gets caught, chest shuddering under your touch. “I want to ride your huge arm.” Even as the words come out, you have no idea what that would even look like. How it would feel. All you know is that you want it, and you want it now. 

“Alright, bunny,” he starts, a faint smile on his lips as he tilts his head. “I’m not sure I can give you that.”  

Heat curls around your stomach at the nickname. “You said anything..” Pouting, you trail off. 

“I did, didn’t I?” Sunghoon brings his pussy-glazed thumb to your lips. “Suck, baby,” he mumbles, leaning on his palm as you take his wrist in your hands, tongue swirling his fingertip.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Such a perfect girl.”

Watching through half-lidded eyes, he groans when you take his whole finger in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck your heady taste from him. “Mm. That’s it, baby, Just like that.”

Bobbing your head, you hold his gaze. Every inch of you aches with want, burns with need to replace his finger with his cock. Until his lips quirk into a crooked smile, a breathy laugh slipping out of him.

Eyes wide, you pull his thumb from your mouth with a wet pop. A thick string of spit still binding you to it when you ask, “What is it?” 

“Do you trust me?” His voice is a low rumble. 

Scorching heat laps at the base of your spine as you nod. “Mm.”

Sunghoon’s smile turns wicked. He is the picture of lust. Of all things indecorous. You’re almost scared of what he’s going to say next. 

“I know how we can do it.”

“Do what?” 

Patting your thigh, he mumbles a simple command. “Up, baby.” His eyes trail your body when you stand, not a sliver of your skin unseen by him. “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so beautiful.”

Shy, you turn your face from him, catching his reflection in the mirror. Catching the swift movement of his palm over his lap, his cock.

“This’ll only take a minute, alright? I’ll be quick.”

Sunghoon stands up when you nod, both hands on his waist while looking down at the bed like it’s a puzzle to be solved. True to his word, he sits on the floor and settles with his side against the bed frame in one fluid, deliberate movement. He raises his left arm, bending it at the elbow and resting it on the mattress beside him—bicep flexed and thick and waiting. 

And immediately, it clicks. 

“Sit, baby,” he says gently, before you have the chance to speak. “I want to see you ride what’s yours.”

You’re frozen in place, jaw dropping as you look down at him. Your Sunghoon. Pouty lips and mussed hair. Adoration in his big brown eyes. He reaches up, hands on your thighs, and pulls you towards him, one slow, awestruck step at a time. 

Sunghoon tugs at your shorts. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” he asks, brows raised. 

He pulls them down when you nod, and you step out of them when they hit the floor. Arm on the bed again, he mumbles, careful, baby, as you step over his legs and kneel on the mattress. With his arm between your thighs, you catch his expression. Slow blinking eyes stuck on you. Teeth digging into his bottom lip. You could cum right then and there at the sight alone—it’s a wonder that you don’t. Sunghoon nods, ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you sink onto him, sticky and so wet against his warm skin. At the contact, you both shudder, a gasp from you and a groan from him as he curls his fist against the duvet. 

You roll your hips, slow and experimental. Once. Twice. Stomach turning at the slick grind of skin on muscle, clit catching over and over on the thickest part of him. You’re already shaking. Whining. It doesn’t help when he tenses, lifting his arm a little so you can grind down into the curve of him even harder. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles, a fucked out and wrecked look on his face just watching you. Gaze following your throbbing core and the mess you’re making. “There you go, bunny. That’s it.”

You nod. That’s it. Moaning as you speed up, rhythm growing erratic. Heat washes over you, spreading from the inside out, coating every fibre of your being. How did anything exist before this? And how will anything exist when it’s over? 

To steady yourself, you grab a fistful of Sunghoon’s long hair, relishing the way he winces when your nails graze his scalp. A grunt from deep in his chest. He talks you through it, gentle as always, coaxing you towards your release one praise at a time. His sweet girl. His baby. 

“Look at you using me like this,” he breathes. Through squinted eyes you see his tongue slip out to wet his lips, your heart racing in response. “Take it,” he says, your name sweet from his mouth. “I’m yours. All yours.”

The only word you can say is his name, crying out over and over on trembling thighs. White-hot pleasure courses through you, growing unbearable, tearing you apart with every movement. Every slip of your cunt on his bulging veins and coiled muscle. You can’t hold back any longer, can’t keep it in. That searing heat. Sharp. Blinding. Ripping through you, splitting you apart right there on his arm. Arched back. Twitching hips. Clutching his shoulder with both hands, your head falls forward as his palm holds your hip, guiding you. 

“Don’t need to hold it, okay?” he murmurs, flexing again like he knows exactly what you need. “I’ve got you, princess. Let go for me.” 

And you do. 

A moan tears from your chest, raw and high and broken, as an endless wave of pleasure crashes over you. Bone-deep and tingling. Every inch of your body set alight as you ride out your orgasm with curled toes and wildly bucking hips. It takes a while to pass, leaving you stunned and silent when you finally manage to stop moving. 

Spent and starry-eyed, the only sound in the room is your breathing—shaky, desperate. You let yourself fall backwards, sinking into the mattress, whole body still trembling, pussy still quivering. 

“You okay, baby?” 

Nodding, you lean up on your elbows. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Just.. Fuck.” 

Sunghoon’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he pants. “You were perfect. Did so well.” The words come out quietly, gaze stuck on his arm, the mess you left behind. With a thick finger, he grazes through it, bringing it to his mouth for a taste. A full-body flush sets you ablaze at the sight, a satisfied groan filling the room as his eyes screw shut, brows furrowing. 

“Taste so good,” he says, words garbled around his finger. “Always taste so good.”

Wasting no time, he wipes up the rest, pressing four fingers on his tongue as his eyes flick up, catching yours. He looks like he’s about one second away from eating you alive. 

And you’re not wrong. 

Sunghoon wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards the end of the bed. Towards his mouth. Unwavering, his gaze doesn’t leave the spot between your legs. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” His breath fans your wet core.

Squirming against the mattress, you shake your head. “Not now, Hoonie. I think.. I think I’ll die if you do that now.” 

At this, his eyes meet yours. “Aw, bunny,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, biting your soft flesh until you whine. With his tongue, he soothes the stinging spot. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” 

Dazed, you let out a breath, chuckling. “No, baby. I don’t think so,” you whisper, arms outstretched. 

You wrap your legs around his waist when he crawls over you, pulling him down and digging your face into the crook of his neck. Over and over, he kisses the top of your head, each one softer than the last. “My sweet girl. I love you, baby,” he murmurs into your hair. “So, so much.” 

Tuckered out, you nod slowly, letting his heady scent consume you. “I know,” you tell him, meaning it. “And I love you.”

Sunghoon rolls onto his back, holding you into his chest, fingers stroking your hair. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat matching yours.

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HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

EIGHTEEN – crazy girl

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GUILTY PLEASURE ，𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇

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it’s past midnight when your roommate hears the sound of glass shattering coming from the kitchen. it’s also past midnight when he decides that he can wait to put his shirt on after hearing a yelp that, he assumes, comes from you.

it’s insane how his sense of danger immediately goes up. he rushes to the kitchen without a second thought, scared that something could have happened to you, that you must be hurt without him being able to protect you.

sunghoon’s heart could stop, if it did beat, at the sight that greets him; your face torn by pain, tears dripping from your soft reddened cheeks, you grip onto the kitchen’s counter— unable to stand on your shaking legs.

you don’t notice his presence. your head ponds due to your migraines and the warmth of your skin keeps getting up, you don’t hear him when he calls your name.

after a few seconds, your legs give up on you. sunghoon catches you at an inhuman speed— which you would notice if you weren’t sobbing.

“are you okay?” you choke out a sob at his question, shaking your head weakly. but even the slightest head movement seems to hurt you.

here as sunghoon holds you, all your strength leaves your body, “i–it’s okay, hold onto me,” he hushes, putting your arms around his neck. his hands find the back of your thighs and in a split second you are off the floor, legs wrapped around his waist. “you’re a good girl, i got you, don’t worry.”

your sobs quiet down as you hide your face in sunghoon’s cold neck. he takes a look at the broken glasses on the floor, thanking whatever entity watching over you that you didn’t hurt yourself.

he feels your entire body tremble against his own. when he lays you down on your own bed after entering your room, he feels your arms tighten around his neck. you are not strong enough to hold him back for too long, though.

sunghoon tucks you under you covers upon you letting him go. “can i touch you?” he whispers, feeling a little ridiculous at his question. he just picked you off the floor, after all.

you are not crying anymore yet you still don’t answer with words, nodding your head as weak as you look. his hand is cold against your burning forehead, and although you are freezing, it’s soothing enough to get a sigh of relief out of you.

his hand goes to your cheek in a soft motion, his knuckles caresses your skin until he is cupping one side of your face gently. it seems to make you feel better and sunghoon’s eyes fall on your neck, wondering what else he could do to soothe your pain.

he allows himself to stay in his position for a while, melting in the pleasure of touching you.

he doesn’t think you have been this close before. he doesn’t allow himself to. he barely allows his eyes to linger on your figure for too long. your presence alone makes him hungry; he knows you are not safe around him.

when you look so peaceful in his hands, sunghoon’s thoughts wander but always come to the same conclusion— he needs to leave now.

you hold his hand before he can get too far, “don’t leave,” your voice is barely audible, but he heard that. “‘m burning hot, and your body is cold.”

he is taken aback. your words are slurred and messy, you seem too high on medication to wonder why sunghoon’s skin is like this or think before speaking. he smiles against his own will.

your hand pulls his, “come…closer…” he lets you guide him in your bed. he is unable to resist, as if you were a siren. you seem pretty confident for someone who was sobbing a few minutes ago, “don’t be shy.”

he climbs on your bed, ignoring all the alarms in his head that go off, the ones that tell him to stay away.

sunghoon welcomes you in his arms without thinking. you hide your face his bare chest, his biceps embrace your body ever so tenderly.

you press your palm on sunghoon’s naked back. you feel his muscles all around you, under your palm and whenever you move your hand— sunghoon’s arms around you flex themselves. it seems like he is trying to control himself from something.

your head still hurts and your fever is still there, but the medication helped you a bit after your unfinished cup of water fell on the floor.

you know exactly what you are saying, what you are doing. the good thing about having an unbearable headache is that you can cuddle with your freshly showered buff roommate at the end.

sunghoon feels weirdly protective of you now, more than he usually does. with you in his arms like that, fragile and in pain, he doesn’t want to let go.

if he was ever this close to another human, he thinks he would have sunk his teeth into their neck a long time ago— and not to make them his forever.

even if your neck is close to his mouth, even if he has been thinking of biting you since the day he moved in, even if the thought of you alone makes his stomach ache with hunger, he doesn’t want to bite you now. he wants to make you feel safe.

“you know, my dog likes when i rub her back,” you hum at his sentence, inviting him to continue, “do you think you’ll like it too?”

you give him a wet laugh before any answer. he sounds shy, very lovely. “sure, i’d like that a lot.”

sunghoon is hesitant, but he slides his hand under your pyjamas’ shirt. his palm is cold, it makes your entire spine shiver. he starts rubbing circles on your back and holy shit, you actually like this a lot.

his touch is dulcet, firm and feels like heaven. your stomach flutters under his touch, your eyelids feels suddenly very heavy and your mouth falls agape under the nice feeling.

i could kiss you right now, you think out loud. you realize maybe a little too loud when sunghoon’s hand freezes for a millisecond.

“you should,” he breathes out.

you get your face out of his chest and lift your chin to see him avoid your eyes, “you’ll get sick.”

his gaze falling on your own makes your heartbeat go fast and you notice that during the entire time your nose was hidden in between his pecs, you haven’t felt his heartbeat once.

“i won’t,” he insists, leaning in.

sunghoon’s lips are as cold as the rest of his body. it’s intriguing. you press your lips against his, eager to have more of this unique sensation.

never in his long life has he felt this way. he has never liked kissing a human this much before. your lips are warm and soft against his own. your mouth makes him forget about his sorrows. it makes him feel at peace, forgetting his monster nature.

it feels ten times better than whatever biting your neck would have tasted like. he kisses you with passion, greedy to get more of that sweet taste of yours.

he can’t control himself from biting your lower lip. he sighs when you open your mouth, letting him slide his tongue into your mouth.

kissing you purges all his sins.

he whines when you pull away, “ouch, my head hurts,” your giggles. “you are so eager.”

sunghoon thinks he may be blushing, “oh… sorry.”

“it’s okay, we can continue tomorrow,” you say that like it was already written in your agenda. you bury your face in his chest again and sunghoon presses his body closer into yours.

when he holds you like this, he feels pure.

분지 ܃ i’m losing my sanity .. thanks to meowru for the fever idea ><

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f1 grid | first kiss

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : first kisses with the grid

୨ৎ : word count : 800

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : an on-time upload.. woah T-T

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

he hesitates for a second, thumb brushing your cheek like he’s making sure this is okay. then it’s slow, a little intense, and he lingers like he’s memorizing the way you taste. no teasing—just genuine, quiet passion.

yuki tsunoda

it’s sudden, right in the middle of you laughing too hard. he grabs your face, flustered and bold, and kisses you before he can overthink it. pulls back all red and goes, “shut up,” even though you weren’t even talking.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

the kind of kiss that feels like a promise. it’s after a long night, when you’re both a little tired and he’s looking at you like he can’t believe you’re real. hand on your waist, forehead pressed to yours, and then he leans in.

kimi antonelli

nervous, soft, and clumsy in the sweetest way. he’s grinning before and after, probably says something dumb like “that wasn’t too bad, huh?” but his ears are so red and he won’t stop smiling for hours.

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

a little breathless, full of build-up. he brushes your hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours, then leans in like he’s giving in to something he’s felt for ages. kisses you like he’s saying finally.

lewis hamilton

gentle and incredibly tender. maybe it’s after he compliments something small about you, then you look at him like you’re about to say “thank you,” but he just kisses you instead. soft music playing, hearts racing.

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

it’s cheeky at first—he makes a joke, you roll your eyes, and suddenly he’s leaning in. quick, then slower when he realizes you’re kissing back. pulls away and goes “that was cool,” trying to play it off, but his smile gives him away.

oscar piastri

surprisingly smooth. he’s quiet, watching you talk about something random, and then just goes for it. it’s calm, confident, and sweeter than you expected. when you ask why now, he shrugs: “felt like the right time.”

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

teasingly slow. he waits until you’re annoyed with him, then cups your face with a smirk and kisses you like he’s been planning it all along. pulls back with a raised eyebrow like “you good now?”

lance stroll

soft and shy. it happens while you’re cuddling or talking quietly. he leans in slowly and almost chickens out halfway, but you close the gap. his hands stay at your waist the whole time, grounding himself in the moment.

ʚ・williams

alex albon

warm and playful. probably after he’s been making you laugh, and he catches you mid-giggle. the kiss is light, smiley, and makes you both laugh right after. he kisses you again immediately, softer this time.

carlos sainz

confident but caring. he leans in close, makes sure you’re looking at him, and kisses you slowly—like he knows what he’s doing and wants you to enjoy every second. murmurs “bien?” against your lips.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

absolutely panics internally but tries to be cool. gives you a shy little grin, then just leans in and goes for it. surprisingly good at it, but turns bright red after and starts rambling. “was that okay? i mean—obviously, but—”

esteban ocon

thoughtful and deliberate. he makes sure the moment feels right. kisses you like he’s been thinking about it for a while but wanted it to be perfect. afterward, he just holds your hand tighter.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

mischievous and flirty. he says something like “you keep looking at me like that, and i’m gonna have to kiss you,” and then actually does. it’s cocky for about two seconds, and then very soft when he realizes how serious it feels.

isack hadjar

a little hesitant, but once he’s sure you’re into it, it’s full of emotion. he touches your face, almost reverently, and kisses you like he’s scared it might be the only one. spoiler: it’s not.

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

oh he makes it a moment. dim lights, soft music, his arm around your shoulder. it’s slow, smoldering, and just a little showy. he pulls away with a smug smile and goes “you’ve been thinking about that too, right?”

franco colapinto

innocent and genuine. it happens during a quiet, wholesome moment—maybe while stargazing or lying on the couch. he brushes his thumb over your lips like a question, then kisses you like he’s dreaming.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

surprisingly sweet for someone so blunt. it’s simple, nothing flashy—just a quiet lean-in when you're standing close. he kisses you like it’s obvious, like this was always going to happen eventually.

gabriel bortoleto

excited and a little rushed. he just has to kiss you. maybe after you say something cute or smart, and he can’t help himself. pulls back with a sheepish grin and says, “sorry, i’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”

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