sugarcoatedheartt

[sugarcoatedheartt]

hi new mootie !! i love your page 💌 it’s super pretty !

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parrings: enha!hyung line x reader (seperate)

synopsis: enha!hyung line as texts between me and my friends

genre: crack, textfic

warnings: teeny bit suggestive

bella/sugars notes; est relationship,, just had a little fun with this one🙂‍↕️enjoy!! also tweaked the layout a little

heeseung / jay ⋆·˚ ༘ *

jake ⋆·˚ ༘ *

sunghoon ⋆·˚ ༘ *

[sugarcoatedheartt]

sweetest pie ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

“ youve never been to heaven, have you? ”

parrings: drunk!jake x fem!reader

synopsis: in which Y/N’s boyfriend comes home drunk and clingy

warnings: kissing (innocent)🌷

genre: fluff, romance, drabble/headcannon

bella/sugar’s notes: est relationship,, enjoyy🙋‍♀️

y/n; your name, n/n; nickname

not proofread!

drunk!jake who gets dropped off at your doorstep by jungwon at 3am in the morning, barely standing and eyes hazy under the influence of alcohol.

“huh..” you hum, voice laced with sleepiness as you open your apartment door to find jungwon standing with a very sleazy jake, who immediately stumbles into your arms upon seeing you. “n/n!” he exclaims, rushing to wrap his arms around your smaller frame, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “he’s been whining about you all night,” jungwon begins, an amused grin on his face. “‘where’s n/n?’, ‘i want my princess’” he mimicks, causing the boyfriend in question to tighten his grip on you. “oh, im sorry you had to put up with that..” you apologise, voice still raspy from just waking up. “all good, he’s your problem now,” jungwon laughs, “have a good night” he finishes before closing your door and fleeing, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend.

drunk!jake who leans all of his weight onto you, letting you drag him into your shared bedroom while keeping his grip on you, refusing to let go.

you sit jake down onto the bed, his arms snug around your waist as he looks up at your standing form, eyes lightly glossy from the alcohol. “let me go get you something comfortable to sleep in” you say in a soft tone, attempting to gently pry his hands off of you, in which he responds by tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and nuzzling his face into your stomach. “noo, stay” he whines, tightening his grip further. “yunnie, ive gotta get you something to change into”, you press in hopes he obliges, which he shakes his head no against you and says “kiss me first.”

“i don’t appreciate the demanding tone” you say, giving his back a few light pats. “kiss me first please” he corrects himself, looking back up at your standing form with a dazed expression. you nod in satisfaction before tilting his chin up and giving him a light peck on the lips. he flashes a grin at the sensation before begrudgingly letting you go. you grab a comfy t-shirt and sweatpants from his draw, feeling his eyes on your figure the whole time up until you reach him again on the bed.

drunk!jake who doesnt take his eyes off of you as you help undress him, taking in the way your soft hands brush against his bare skin while you take his shirt off of him.

“eager to undress me, huh?” he teases, enjoying the way you give him a playful glare. “dont be a freak, yunnie” you scold vivaciously, pulling his sleep shirt over his head at which he chuckles at. after you finally get him all dressed, you flop dramatically on the bed, the exhaustion taking back over from being woken up due to the aggressive knocks on the door at this late hour (thanks alot jungwon smh). before youre able to get comfortable again, your boyfriend lays on top of you, resting his head against your chest and feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. “can i pleasseee have some more kisses??” jake asks, lightly slurred since he’s still under the influence. “hmm, no.” you mumble, closing your eyes. “what?” he whines, lifting his head up to look at you. “what do you mean ‘no’?”. he shifts closer to your face, using his elbows beside your head to support his weight as he leans over you, a pout visible on his face. you stifle a laugh, deciding to tease him for a little longer. “you havent been good tonight, you drank too much” you state, looking up at his glossy eyes that are ever so slightly tearing up, breathing in the faint scent of soju still lingering from earlier that night.

“wha- no i didnt!” he defends, voice cracking slightly. “you obviously did” you reply, not taking his answer. “i promise i’ll be good..” he claims, his voice soft and vulnerable. “i dont know that for sure” you declare, your facade slowly cracking at the way he frowns and tears continue brimming in his eyes. “do you not love me?” he asks in a soft tone, his salty tears finally escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks. “aww, of course i love you”, you coo, breaking character as you bring your hands to his cheeks, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “really..?” he whimpers, letting out a soft sob. did he really think you didnt love him? “i was only teasing” you respond with a light huff, not expecting him to actually cry. “here,” you speak, pulling his head down to press your lips against his, lingering a bit longer than usual. “you okay now?” you ask in a soft tone, guiding his head down to rest in the crook of your neck in which he nods against, letting out a quiet sniffle and protectively wrapping his arms around you. you wrap an arm around his back, tracing patterns against it with your fingers as you use your other to thread through his dark brown locks, lightly scratching his scalp the way he likes it.

jake might be super clingy when he’s tipsy, but you cant help but love it.

“ come get your dose of the sweetest pie ”

[sugarcoatedheartt]

it could happen to you *ೃ༄

“ all i did was wonder how your arms would be ”

“ and it happened to me ”

[sugarcoatedheartt]

sugarcoatedheartt ₊˚⊹⋆

masterlist ✧˖°

(🕯️); fluff, (🤍); suggestive/smut, (🦢); angst, (🩰); crack

headcannons / drabbles:

luxurious — rich!heeseung x fem!reader (🕯️, 🤍)

melting — nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader (🕯️, 🤍)

sweetest pie — drunk!jake x fem!reader (🕯️)

full fics:

nothing yet!

oneshots:

nothing yet!

textfics:

enha!hyung line as texts between me and my friends — enha!hyung line x reader (🩰, 🕯️, 🤍)

smaus:

nothing yet!

moodboards:

it could happen to you

more to come! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[sugarcoatedheartt]

melting

“ when youre around, my insides turn inverted ”

parrings: nerd!downbad!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: in which the school’s nerd is insanely down bad for the loved, well-know Y/N.

warnings: a little smutty at the end!!

genre: romance, fluff, smut, drabble/headcannons

bella/sugar’s notes: why is writing a synopsis harder than writing the actual fic smh😒

not proofread !

nerd!sunghoon who didnt believe you when you told him you liked him. you? THE y/n l/n? the girl on campus that everyone adores? the one that every guy wants a chance with? it cant be possible! youre sweet and perfect, like an angel gifted from above, so why him? well, you just cant help it. you love the way his face subtly flushes when you enter the room, the way he stutters in nervousness when interacting with you. its hard not to fall inlove with someone so endearing.

“w-what..?” he stutters, not knowing if what he heard was correct or if his mind was just playing tricks on him. “you heard me. i like you sunghoon, i really do.” you say with a soft, loving smile. he cant help but feel himself getting hot, even in the cool morning air inside the quiet, empty library. he stares up at you from his seat, searching for any signs of deception, except all he can see is your genuine smile and the way your eyes gleam down at him as if he’s the prettiest thing you’ve layed your eyes upon (he is). he continues looking up at you in silence as his mouth falls agape, his deep eyes almost doe-like through his glasses. “ill take that as a yes” you say, excitement etched in your voice before your place a gentle hand on his smooth cheek and give his forehead a soft, feather-light kiss. he swears he almost died on the spot from how hard the butterlies were banging against his ribs. “bye-bye hoonie!” you beam at him before skipping away as if youre the happiest girl alive.

nerd!sunghoon who follows you around campus like a lost puppy. he hates being away from you, even for a single second. during classes without him, you often receive texts about how much he misses you, and he smiles like an idiot at his phone when you tell him that you miss him too, and that you cant wait to see him. his friends tease him constantly but he doesnt care. wherever you are, he follows closely.

you sit at a table with your group of friends, talking to each other about anything and nothing. sunghoon sits close by your side, toying with your smaller hand until one of your friends asks something that makes him perk up. “hey y/n, why do you even like that nerd anyways?” she asks, looking at you with an air of confusion. “hey! dont say that about him,” you begin scolding, pointing a finger at her with your free hand, “hes my cutie” you coo, turning your head to look at him with a soft smile on your face. his heart warms at this, and he tries his hardest to stop the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards, looking down sheepishly with a flushed expression. “youre right, sorry” your friend apologises, noticing the way you look at him so lovingly. being the most responsible and nurturing in the group, your friends often find themselves listening to you like children listening to their mother. if you like him so much, they guess they can tolerate him (as the newfound father of the group).

nerd!sunghoon who will do anything you ask him to. whether it be giving you a pencil, buying food for you, holding your bag, or even playing with your hair, hes right there like a puppy waiting for instructions. he even insists on doing all of your homework for you, knowing you likely dont wanna do it. you tell him that its okay, and that you should be doing it yourself, but its hard to refuse his innocent, pleading eyes.

“hoonie, can you brush my hair for me please?” you ask him politely, handing him your hairbrush. “of course!” he beams, nodding profusely as he takes the brush out of your hands. after you face forward, he begins brushing your hair with the most gentle care, as if you would break of he were to be too rough. he puts his free hand on your shoulder, using his fingers to trace patterns across it in a way that soothes you. sunghoon keeps brushing through your soft locks, so gently that it almost tickles. “is this okay..?” he asks with uncertainty, unsure if he’s doing it right or not. “mhm” you hum in satisfaction, basking in the way his fingers glide against your shoulder and through your hair. this is like heaven to him, he just feels so privileged to be able to even breathe in the same direction as you, let alone brush your gorgeous, soft hair for you. after he finishes, he places the hairbrush down on the ground next to you before using his hands to delicately guide your head down into his lap. once its down, he starts threading his fingers through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp in a way that makes your breathing slow and steady as you relax into him.

nerd!sunghoon who melts into your touches. you do something as simple as fixing his glasses for him during class and he finds himself subconsciously leaning into your hand, chasing the warmth it gives him.

upon noticing his glasses slipping down his face as he jots down notes in his book, you reach up to push them back into place. feeling the warmth of your hand close to his face, he immediately stops writing and looks at you, leaning in closer to your hand without even realising it. in seeing this, a smile makes its way onto your face as you place that hand on his cheek, using your thumb to gently caress his soft skin. his eyes lightly flutter at the sensation, feeling his heart beat a million miles per hour as he nuzzles into your hand. a content sigh leaves his pretty lips before he closes his eyes blissfully, basking in the feeling of your manicured hand against his cheek.

nerd!sunghoon who whines pathetically into your mouth as you kiss him, feeling completely weak and powerless at the way your fingers pull at his hair, guiding his head in the direction you want him to go.

he moans as you run a hand down his chest, giving you the perfect chance to slip your tongue inside. he whimpers as he feels your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, digging his fingers into your hips to try and ground himself. you pull back for a moment to catch your breath, taking in his flushed face, glossy eyes, and hair sticking to his forehead. “please..” he whines, panting to get enough air back into his system. “please what, baby?” you ask, a smirk evident on your face. “please keep going.. d-dont stop” he pleads, on the verge of tears. he’s never felt anything like this before, and he cant help but want more. you lean in again, shoving your tongue back down his throat as he kisses you desperately, like he needs you. he can already feel a knot beginning to tighten in his stomach, whimpering into your mouth as he feels his release approaching. sunghoon lets out a loud moan into your mouth as he lets go, his whole body vibrating at the sensation. “please, please, please, please” he begs, moving his lips against yours more desperately. he’s not entirely sure what he’s begging for, but he knows he wants more. as you both finally part, you look up to sunghoon to see tears running down his cheeks in both bliss and embarrassment. “did you just..” you begin asking, moving your hands to his cheeks to wipe his tears. “i-im sorry.. i know im so patheti-” he begins before you cut him off, “shhh, its okay sweetie”. you hush him, giving his nose a quick peck before continuing, “go quickly clean yourself up so we can finish watching the movie, yeah?” you finish, at which he immediately nods at and goes to do what youve asked.

“ take one look at you, youre heaven’s incarnate ”

[sugarcoatedheartt]

luxurious

“ champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury ”

parrings: rich!heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: in which the intimidatingly rich heeseung is absolutely and undeniably down bad for his sweet little girlfriend

genre: romance, fluff, drabble/headcannon

warnings; vulgar language, suggestive (more towards the end), lowkey kinda subby heeseung

bella/sugars notes: first little writing thing idk💔anyways do we fw the layout??

not proofread!

rich!heeseung who doesnt even care if youre using him or not. hes literally just so down bad that he only cares to have the ability to be close to you and spoil the shit out of you. as long as youre by his side he doesnt care, he’ll be right at your feet. he might not admit it to your face, but the feeling of swiping his card for you really turns him on. the larger the price, the better.

you were at a grand mall with him, one of those ones where it seems you have to be wealthy enough to even look in the direction of (his idea), when you were glancing at a painfully pricey but gorgeous dress for a second too long. being attentive as he is, he notices and leans closer down to your level and says; “you should get it, itll look beautiful on you”. you hum, looking at the price tag and slightly wince at the sight of the four digit number. “yeah, but i dont need it, and i dont want to waste your money on unnecessary things.” he finds it so endearing how youre still worrying about money after all this time. “but you want it, no? dont worry princess, this wont even make a dent in my bank account. go try it on pretty girl.” he replies, gently patting the small of your back before calling over a worker to help you out, not giving you the chance to say anything else.

rich!heeseung who worships the ground you walk on. you ask for anything and he hands it to you on a diamond platter. initially, when you first started dating you were hesitant to ask him for things or favours in fear of him getting the wrong idea about using him, but he insisted so much with those pretty doe eyes in which you only get to see, you couldnt even say no.

youre about to leave to go on a nice date with heeseung at one of those stupidly expensive and fancy restaurants he booked. when you go to put on your pretty heels, he stops dead in his tracks and says; “dont move a muscle.” youre obviously confused but comply before he walks over to you in all his glory and gets down on his knees, picks up a heel and takes your foot with the utmost care and ever so gently slides the shoe onto your foot before taking the other and sliding it on with same amount of gentleness. he gave the top of your soft, exposed foot a feather-light kiss before he looks up at you from the ground like the happiest man alive, and goodness did he feel like it.

rich!heeseung who loovvess calling you adorable pet names. he basks in the way a rosy blush spreads across your soft cheeks as your eyes subtly sparkle when he calls you something sweet. on his part, he just feels so fortunate that he can even be acknowledged by you. he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, and it sends electric shots through his body when you call him something endearing.

“here’s a small snack angel, i picked out your favourite fruits and biscuits” he says softly as he makes his way towards the couch youre sitting on, plate in hand. he always makes your food for you because he doesnt believe his personal chefs can make it perfect enough for someone as perfect as you. he puts his heart and soul into your meals, even if its small snacks like this. “aww, thank you sweetheart!” you exclaim with a bright smile on your face after tearing your gaze away from the tv, reaching out for the plate. he swears he almost died on the spot by how the butterflies were violently banging against his ribs.

rich!heeseung who cant stand being away from you. he can also only fall asleep in your arms. at first he was able to go off on sleep calling, but it soon got so bad to the point that he has to take you on business trips with him. he just needs to physical contact with you to fall asleep. the way your arms wrap around him, fingers gently threading through his dark locks as he nuzzles into your neck, wanting to be impossibly closer. he loves the way your sweet sugary scent envelopes him and lulls him to sleep.

a smile grows on his face as he finally sees you walking through your shared bedroom door after an eternity (it was 10 minutes), all fresh and finished with your skincare. he scooches over on the bed to make room for you and pulls back the covers to silently invite you in. upon getting into bed, he immediately wraps his arms around your waist and tangling his limbs with yours as his nose nuzzles into your bare neck, smiling against it and taking in the intoxicating scent of your hairwash. you wrap an arm around him in return, using the other to gently scratch your nails against his scalp through his hair, sending shivers down his spine and earning a satisfied hum from him. “goodnight, darling” he says, already half asleep. “sleep well, seungie” you reply, pressing a sweet kiss on his temple. his heart rate speeds up at the sensation.

rich!heeseung who cant help but be all soft and mushy with you. people go as far to say hes a completely different person with you. they know him as sharp and intimidating, but when he’s interacting with you, all they see is a lovesick puppy, gazing at you longingly with hearts in his eyes as you speak.

heeseung is in his office, talking to a freshly hired servant, a stern expression on his face before you walk through the door of his office. upon noticing you’re interrupting something seemingly important, you say “oh! im sorry, i didnt notice there was a meeting going on in here.” you were about to leave them be and close the door before he intervenes, “it’s okay angel! come over here actually, i should introduce you.” the new employee is startled by how fast he just switched up. one second heeseung was firm and scary, the next he was all soft, as if speaking too harsh or moving too fast will shatter you. he doesnt take his eyes off of you as you walk over to his desk, making your way next to him. as he looks back at the servant, his expression turns cold and his voice is once again sharp. “this is my girlfriend, Y/N. whatever she says goes. you touch her, youre dead.” he states, a hand sitting protectively around your waist. heeseung looks back up at you from where he’s sitting on his chair, his features warming up instantly and his eye’s brightening. “yeah, princess?” he says, looking for your validation. you nod, giving the servant a look close to apologetic. its safe to say the new servant is scared shitless.

rich!heeseung who gets super desperate for you while kissing or making out. the feeling of your soft lips moving against his makes him weak in the knees and powerless. he’s completely at your mercy, hands firmly on your waist, almost shaking due to the sensations.

you tug at his hair, guiding his head to where you want him to be as he whines into your mouth, not caring for whoever’s listening. he kisses you so desperately and needy that you cant help but want to give him more, so when you graze your tongue over his bottom lip, he immediately obeys, opening his mouth, allowing you to slip it inside. after a moment, you pull back slightly to catch your breath, lightly panting as you relish at the sight of him, all sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, flushed face, hazy eyes. “please,” he begins, “please dont stop, not now. please keep kissing me, i’ll get you whatever you want, i— i’ll do whatever you want!” he begs, almost at the verge of tears, assuming youre just gonna leave him hanging like that. you smirk at him before leaning back in, practically shoving your tongue down his throat. he whimpers at the feeling of your tongues clashing together and your fingers pulling at his dark locks. he might even do it in his pants right there, without being touched.

“ i only wanna fly first class desires, youre my limousine ”