#hoony x reader

[spacequokka]

Winner Masterlist

Updated: 4.29.25

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Headcanons

Turn Ons & Kinks [S]

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: oral + breath play + sunghoon’s thighs

💌: still thinking abt this hoon pic

sunghoon thinks he could die a happy man when he has you between his thighs, slick sounds like music to his ears as you bob your head up n down on his thick length; spit collects in your mouth and streams steadily around him, even dribbling down to his balls n the way you swirl your tongue over his cockhead has him groaning so loud, his eyes squeezing shut.

there’s something so satisfying about making your usually composed boyfriend lose his mind just with your mouth.

you peer up at him through wet lashes, tears collecting in your eyes due to him hitting the back of your throat with his cock and he looks .. so beautiful. downright sinful actually; his neck is exposed as his head is thrown back from the pleasure, the veins in his throat prominent with every loud groan and grunt he lets out for you, his abdomen tightening, one hand covers his eyes causing his bicep to flex and the sight makes you moan.

sunghoon feels the vibrations around every inch of his thick cock and he immediately brings his other hand to push your head down further, if even possible, and he clamps his deliciously thick thighs around your head.

he subconsciously squeezes them around you n your mind is completely empty, body going limp as sunghoon fucks into your mouth like a pocket pussy, chanting breathy fuck, fuck, fuck’s.

you can hardly breathe from how tightly his thighs are locked around your head, along with how fucking deep his cock slams into you, so you slap and pull at his muscular thighs, trying anything to get away from him; but he’s having none of it. he continues having his way with you, violating your poor throat.

harsh gags around his cock make his balls throb, emptying them in your mouth.

thick, sticky ropes shoot directly against the back of your throat and you do your best to swallow every drop but it’s hard when you can feel your consciousness slipping away, your eyes blinking slowly until you pass out with a mouthful of sunghoon’s cum, your empty pussy still spasming until you go completely limp between hoon’s legs.

[loveyni]

sunghoon is for ,,,

heeseung • jay • jake • sunghoon!! • sunoo • jungwon • ni-ki

a/n. aaa my hoon (∩˃o˂∩)♡ enjoy<3 this might be another self callout post idk!! and i see ur reqs!! jaeyun may or may not be released next ^^

୨୧₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩⋆ ──

sunghoon is for those who are fascinated by snow. particularly in the way that it falls so delicately and blankets everything in a shimmery white.

sunghoon is for those who become hush during outings because they forget that everyone else can’t hear their stream of consciousness.

sunghoon is for those seek solace in song lyrics that hit too close to home, almost repeating them like mantras (tell me about your niche playlists!!).

sunghoon is for those are loud and hyper around their closest friends because there’s no need to maintain the rigid image they have curated for themselves.

sunghoon is for those who are highly ambitious, often discouraged when they aren’t immediately skilled at something (how could you be perfect on the first try? you’ll get more chances as long as you allow yourself them ^^).

sunghoon is for those who are often reminded to raise their voices because they speak too softly (who made you feel so small?).

sunghoon is for those who find it difficult to communicate their struggles, resorting to internalizing to them instead.

sunghoon is for those who should worry much less about what others think of them because their perception of you is not your responsibility.

── ୨୧₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩⋆

[fluffiematcha]

COOKING LOVE(R) [ drabble ]

jihoon × fem. reader || fluff, slice of life family au, pregnancy au. || 635 words. || warning : mention of food

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. jihoon loves cooking for you.

“How is it?”

“It’s so so good! the richness of the taste, the spices which combine perfectly and...” jihoon smiles proudly but tenderly seeing you eat with such enthusiasm.

Cooking for you was quite difficult during the early stages of your pregnancy. The smell was either too strong for your smell sense or you had no appetite at all due to morning sickness.

But that was before. cooking meals for you is now his favorite hobby, even if sometimes your ideas are a little crazy. Seeing you happily ramble while you eat about how good the foods are pleases him. Seeing your cute smile and hearing the noises you make brings him an inexplicable amount of joy.

Jihoon starts doing the dishes and cleaning the worktop and counter while you finish your plate.

“Do you think it will be a girl or a boy?” you ask out of nowhere.

“I don’t know. but does that matter? The important thing is that the baby is born healthy.”

“I was just asking.” he can hear you chewing loudly, a sign that you are eating well.

It was difficult to see you without an appetite and without the happy glow that adorned your eyes. Jihoon can now sleep peacefully, no longer having to worry if you and the baby are eating properly.

“If you really want to know, we can always do the ultrasound.”

Once the dishes are finished, he wipes his hands with a cloth and then turns around to face you.

“No need, i can wait until i give birth.”

You decided to keep the baby’s gender a surprise to discover since it doesn’t matter. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, you will always love him or her no matter what.

Jihoon takes a napkin and gently wipes the crumbs off your cheek. You murmur a small thank you and return to eat your food. ‘you’re cute’ he thinks to himself. He places an affectionate kiss on your temple and then tenderly strokes your hair.

A smile forms on his face, and jihoon feels complete and happy. His soul feels at peace in the comfort of your home.

Later, you two are sitting on the couch, snuggled together and wrapped in a thick duvet. You don’t do anything in particular, just cuddle, seeking each other’s warmth and comfort.

“You know you’ve changed.”

“Eh? How so?”

“I mean, you're still the same person, just something’s changed. You became more soft, more affectionate, more... you know what i mean right?”

You have a little trouble expressing what you want to say, Jihoon giggles, making you laugh too.

He inwardly melts at your cuteness. your eyes practically glow with joy and excitement but hold a soothing softness at the same time. The smile on your face depicts the happiness and joy of the world for him. Jihoon can’t help but smile lovingly.

“Yeah, i know.”

He has indeed become more affectionate since the announcement of your pregnancy. He already loved giving you hugs and kisses before but it has increased three times more when he knew you were going to become parents.

He's also not afraid to initiate these gestures of affection even in public when he knows you really need them.

Perhaps the idea that he is going to become a dad and start his own family with the woman of his life has made him softer than before.

He hugs you tighter and kisses your forehead affectionately. He sighs in pure happiness.

It’s far from the life he imagined he would spend, he who thought he would spend his life in his office only returning very late at night with no one to welcome him home.

Now, he has you to come home to and soon a beautiful little being will be added to the family.

[heedeungism]

synopsis: the duke loves you dearly, yes, but how could you possibly know that? includes: bridgerton au, suggestive, profanity , hoon is a rake

as duke and duchess of hastings, it was expected that you produce an heir within the year. being the notorious love match of the season, the diamond and the duke, the image of your family back in london was counting on your ability to ‘perform your duty’, as the ton loved to put it.

sunghoon, your husband, the duke, had been the one to propose the deal. you’d been told your whole life that your interests meant nothing if your husband did not share them, yet he had asked you what your favorite color was. you had been told that horse riding wasn’t ladylike, yet he had shown you his favorite mare and asked you if you’d ever ridden.

he was all the right things, you’d thought. though truthfully, he had one quality you couldn't look past. he was a rake. he frequented brothels, fucked whores, but called on you and gave you the most expensive flowers, and spoke the sweetest of nothings. it was almost enough to look past. you’d thought that you’d be able to get past it, that if he was in love with you enough to propose he’d be in love enough to stop visiting the brothels.

that hope was shattered the moment he’d proposed. it wasn’t romantic, nor was it anything you wanted.

“a deal?” you remember asking when he had looked at you with eyes you had never seen so unfeeling, “or a marriage?”

“you will be allowed the estate. every luxury you desire will be yours.” he had stated, “while i—“

“spend your nights at your beloved brothels?” his face when you had spoken those words had sent your heart into its own frozen hell. “you do not have to explain yourself, your grace.”

and so, the two of you married. you knew that despite the pieces he had left your heart in he would keep his word, and he did. you’d never worn such luxurious gowns nor felt fabric so soft and breathable as your nightdress.

your mama had told you little about what the night of your wedding entailed, only that if a certain event did not transpire the marriage would be null. that event was never described in full to you by your mother, only hinted at by jane austen, and yet it had been nearly a month since your nuptials and the duke had left the space between the two of you alarmingly obvious. the large bed that while you both slept on you did not share, the avoidance of eye contact, and the heat of his hand on yours only for him to pull away before you can let it pool.

on mornings that you allow yourself to sleep in, you are unsure if the ghostly touch along your cheekbone and the gentle tucking of your hair out of your face is your imagination or just the breeze coming from the open window. on nights that you are plagued by the feeling of being undesirable, you can feel his gaze on your back when he thinks you’re asleep.

on a night like this one, you find yourself reaching a point of exhaustion. “your grace.” you greet as you enter his study, the place he would keep to himself and even eat on most nights.

he barely glances up from his paperwork, “do you need something?”

shaking your head, you pull the shawl you have over your shoulders to cover the skin that your nightdress didn’t. the pink color of the fabric was what you had described as your favorite when the duke had asked. it’s the color of nearly every dress you have been provided with since moving into clyvedon. “no, i simply came to inform you that i am having the maids move my things into the duchess’s chambers.”

his interest is piqued, and he finally looks at you. “why ever would you have them do that?”

“is reason needed to move into my own chambers?”

your response garners a look from your husband, “separate rooms shall not be suffered.”

his words cause you to scoff, “yet a silent marriage will be?”

he is silent for a moment before he speaks, “jones.” the butler standing by the door straightens up, “inform the maids that they will under no circumstances move the duchess’ belongings from our chambers.”

“sir.” the man nods, exiting the room and leaving you with your husband.

“will you continue to go about your days acting as if i do not exist?” you question goes unanswered as sunghoon resumes his paperwork. “fine, i will move them myself.”

“you will do no such thing.”

“oh, i believe i will.” you retort and sunghoon stands, hands placed on the desk as his jaw shifts.

“i forbid you.”

the audacity baffles you, frustration turning into fury within the second, “you forbid me?”

sunghoon walks out from behind his desk, stopping beside it, “you are my wife. your hatred i can tolerate but i will not allow the agony of separate rooms.”

“am i your wife?” you ask, watching his hands twitch at his sides and his eyes darken, “we had a wedding, yes, but if we did not spend that night together are we truly married?”

“you speak nonsense.” he dismisses, eyes no longer on you as he turns away, “go to bed.”

“do not speak to me like i am a child—“

“i said-“ he starts, voice raising as he turns back toward you with a darkness in his gaze, “go. to. bed.”

his eyes pierce your own as his voice is low and nearly breathless, you lower your chin just the slightest as your heart aches, “i am not a child, nor am i a fool. i know you do not love me but i did not think you cruel enough for trickery.”

“trickery?” he asks, seemingly clueless as the what you mean.

you begin, “the day we met in that garden i thought you different, kind. you led me to believe such lies, you knew i could not say no to you, you trapped me in a loveless marriage that you knew i did not desire—“

“loveless? if that is what you believe this marriage to be, it is not i who is the cause,” he argues, and you narrow your eyes.

“am i to believe that you love me? have your actions up to this very moment warranted such beliefs?” your question causes your husband’s jaw to shift.

“go to bed.” he looks down at his desk again.

“do not tell me what to do.”

“what do you want from me?” he whips around to look at you. “i have given you riches, i have given you every gown you could possibly desire, i have had the finest soaps imported from india and yet you continue to oppose me. what. do. you. want?”

“i want a husband. not a stranger that i share a bed with, not a keeper.” you state, “i know you do not love me, but if I am to be duchess and produce an heir i deserve better than an absent duke.”

sunghoon remains silent for a moment before his hands clench into fists and his cold eyes meet your own. “call me a stranger, loathe my existence for the rest of your life but never think for even a moment that i do not love you.”

you are stunned into silence, and he continues, stepping closer and closer until your breaths mingle as he says, “i have spent the past fortnights in agony. suffering through the nights i cannot touch you. speaking to you is not enough, nor is being in your company. i have never in my life felt as though i cannot inhale what another does not exhale and yet i find myself suffocating with every moment i am not by your side.”

his fingers ghost over your cheekbone and you find your breath caught in your throat. “i have loved you ever since i saw you in that garden. do not dare question that.”

your lips part and his eyes follow them. your chest rises as you inhale sharply and deeply, attempting to process the words leaving his lips as well as their close proximity to your own. “you…love me.”

your tone is not one of question, and his pleasure in that fact is shown through both his actions and the three words you had yearned to leave his lips since he’d proposed. the same lips that capture yours in a hungry and insatiable kiss that has you in shambles.

your knees buckle, legs turning to jelly, and like he had expected it his arms wrap around you and pulls you closer. his tongue meets yours the moment your lips part and as he brings you to sit on his desk, the pressure of his body between your legs sends a jolt of pleasure you have never experienced before up your body, prompting a choked whimper to escape between the mess of lips and tongue.

“your grace.” you exhale against him, quickly silenced by his lips once again as he breathes you in like you’re the last atom of oxygen on earth.

“your grace.” he responds in kind, hand trailing up your thigh under your nightdress. then, there’s contact and a loud keen that like the rest of them, he swallows with ease.

©heedeungism : do not rewrite, copy, repost, or translate any of my works without my permission.

[m4ryszz]

Com todo respeito, mas puta que pariu...

[ni-kism]

Luck and Prosperity 🪙

Park Sunghoon x wife!reader

Genre : fluffy

Where you engage in traditional activities of your Korean husband, specifically recieving money envelopes on Lunar New Year.

Since it's the first day of Lunar New Years I decided to post a short story before my longer Riki one~

Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! Enjoy ♡

The Chinese exchange bright red envelopes as a wish for the year ahead whereas Koreans use white envelopes and Japanese would use white or decorated ones. Children or those who aren't married will receive it from grandparents, parents and relatives who are married. Husbands will usually give it to their wives too.

Your first Lunar New Year with Sunghoon as your husband is just about to get a lot more interesting. You dolled up and scrolled on tiktok while waiting for him to finish packing the envelopes for the children on his side of the family since it's the first day of Lunar New Year. You came across a video of a girl who posted the bright red envelope she got from her husband and inside was cash. A whole stack of it.

You tiptoed to your shared bedroom and Sunghoon immediately noticed you, patting the empty spot next to him for you to sit down. He pulled you into his lap and handed you something.

“Hoonie-“

"Looking for this?" It's a money envelope with cute cats printed on it. "That look on your face tells me you just discovered husbands give their wives money packets too and being the great husband I am, here it is." Sunghoon laughs seeing your excitement and eagerness of receiving cash. “I’m giving you a little something for good luck and prosperity in the new year.”

You secretly hoped for it to be a bundle of cash but it felt pretty thin. "Go on, open it, I don't mind." Usually it's not respectful to peek at the amount inside Infront of everyone but since he insisted...careful you pushed open the little seal and inside was a 10 dollar note. Seeing your excited smile turn into a cute pout crushed his heart but he decided to tease you further.

"It's not much I know...but it's the thought that counts, right? It’s my token of appreciation to you." You didn't mind but it would be nice to live a main character moment. "Thanks hoon...happy new years to my sweet husband too~" He captured your lips in quick kiss and gently pulled away to signal you that you missed something else that was in the envelope. He's seen a few of those videos you came across and his loaded ass wouldn't have a problem doing it but if he were going to then he wouldn't pass up a chance to mess with you nor will he do it traditionally. Curious, you tipped over the envelope to see a singular piece of plastic fall out.

“Hm? What’s this? Something else came out of the envelope~” It was a card. His credit card.

It took you a while to process it before flashing him the cutest smile he's ever seen and giving him a big bear hug with a happy squeal. He was going to put a blank cheque inside but that wasn't extreme enough. Instead of a bundle of cash, your husband slipped a credit card inside the envelope. Not just any credit card it was his personal credit card too. He grabbed your hands in his and made eye contact with you.

"Happy new years my love. With this blessing from me I wish that I'll get to spend all my new years with you by my side."

.

.

.

“Does it have a limit?”

“Like my love for you it doesn’t.”

[kyehwas]

🌑 chaconne ft. park sunghoon

-> or, every step sunghoon takes makes him need you more

|| wc + warnings || 0.8k words / fem!reader, royalty au, prince vampire hoon, blood

Sunghoon had been dreading the night of the ball. The last thing he wanted was to be surrounded by people he didn't know or care about.

Somewhere else out there in Riverfield, you weren't that excited about being forced to go to a dance. Your mother urged you and your sister to go. Your sister was elated, but you on the other hand, would rather just stay at home.

Sunghoon stood at the door, greeting guests as any prince would. He didn't recognize anyone who came in, all the "aww you grew up so fast"'s and "i was great friends with your mother"'s drove him insane.

Until you came in. With a fancy gown and beautiful features, you immediately captured Sunghoon's heart. He didn't even believe love at first sight was real until you came.

Your sister noticed Sunghoon's smile as he greeted you and her and she grinned and leaned closer, “He totally likes me, did you not see the way he smiled?”

Deciding to feed into your sister's irrationality, you replied, “You should go ask him for a dance. I'm leaving.”

You went up the stairs, searching for a bathroom to hide in. As you were doing so, you bumped into the very prince your sister was talking about.

“Where are you going?” He asked. He brushed his raven black bangs back, and his eyes had some sort of glint in them that you couldn't identify.

“Upstairs. Where are you going? aren't you the host of this party?” You retorted, trying to move past him, but your efforts were futile.

“I don't want to be here either. It was my parents who forced me to do this. ‘You need to talk to new people!’ Yeah right,” Sunghoon complained, and you snickered in response. “My name is Sunghoon, by the way. You?”

“I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, Sunghoon,” You smiled in a way that made Sunghoon's heart do a backflip.

“Nice to meet you too, y/n. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Your face burned up and you awkwardly laughed and thanked him. Not wanting the conversation to end, you attempted to think of a new topic.

“My sister thinks you like her,” You told him, “She said you were smiling at her differently when we entered.”

“Your sister?” Sunghoon scoffed, “Do you want to know who I was really smiling at?” His hands took yours, and when you didn't pull away, he took it as a sign to move closer.

“Tell me, Sunghoon. Who were you smiling at like that?” You knew the answer, and he knew you knew. That didn't stop Sunghoon from saying what was on his mind, “You. You're beautiful. Dance with me, please.” He moved your hands and his into position and started to gently move in a triple time rhythm. 

You weren't sure what to do at first, but you managed to figure out how Sunghoon was moving and match his pace.

Sunghoon's eyes opened as you leaned into him, and suddenly the smell of your blood drove him into a frenzy. He inhaled and exhaled sharply. “Y/n. You trust me, don't you?”

“Of course I do,” You answer, even if you had just met him. “Let me…” Sunghoon doesn't even finish his sentence before you feel a sharp pain on your neck and a groan from Sunghoon.

You opened your mouth to scream, only for the man you thought wouldn't hurt you to reach up and cover it. “Sorry,” He mumbled, lips still sucking on your skin. He licked the droplets of blood from the pierced skin and pulled away, gaze softening as he noticed your misty-eyed expression.

“Are you… a vampire?” You faltered, trying to ignore the stinging feeling on your neck.

“I am, I didnt want to scare you away this early. I'm sorry, y/n,” Sunghoon pulled you in for a hug, rubbing circles on your back. “Don't tell anyone, please.”

“I won't, promise.” You held up your pinky finger and he intertwined it with his; a promise that would last you for life.

Then, the two of you heard an indistinct shouting. “My father is calling, let's go down.  We should talk later.” 

When you and him went downstairs, you parted your separate ways. Sunghoon to his parents, you to your sister. 

“Y/n! Did you see Sunghoon? I wanted to ask him to dance, but he was nowhere!” Your sister asked you, shaking you back and forth. “What are those marks on your neck?”

Your eyes met Sunghoon's from across the ballroom. He winked at you, and you winked back at him. “I didn't see Sunghoon anywhere, sorry. Um… a mosquito bit me.”

“Yeah sure, I'm going to look for Sunghoon now, see you!” Your sister left you alone in the ballroom, with only a mark on your neck, a secret relationship, and a kept promise remaining with you.

[eoh00n]

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ friends in public, lovers in private texts with Sunghoon

―୨୧ pairing: p.sunghoon x reader

―୨୧⋆ ˚warning: suggestive, too sweet&adorable (in my opinion), Sunghoon & oc are lowkey (highkey) down bad and just insane

part I | part II

[kireistrawberryjayla]

My Hoonie looked so handsome last night in his Weverse live OMG !?, literally the prettiest human being alive

[ozzgin]

I'd like to say, you're really great at describing and eliciting all the possible things that could happen to each character and how you keep their original character attitudes. ( It makes me want to cry tears of joy 😭💋) btw, can i've request for Lee hoon,Jeong sana,Jeong soorim, kim Jae-Hoon and Jeong mindeok with lovely girly caring s/o ( Separate!!! like a request about Inuyasha and sesshomaru made by @kawaistrawberry21 ) please .....🙏🙏🙏

When I tell you I didn’t even recognize the names at first, that’s how little I considered Suicide Boy for a request, haha. Very unexpected, I haven’t seen the manhwa mentioned much outside of 4Chan so I’m really glad!! Thank you for the idea and the kind words!

(I’m not sure if by s/o you would’ve preferred a gender neutral approach or a male reader instead, so please let me know if I should replace some pronouns. Using ‘boyfriend’ won’t change the story in any way.)

Suicide Boy Characters x Caring! Reader Headcanons

Featuring Hooni, Soorim, Sana, Jaehoon and Mindeok. And a caring, girly reader! TW: May contain mentions of self harm!

Lee Hoon

Hooni was extremely nervous around you. A complete wreck. I mean, look at you! You’re so pretty and friendly and always have such a bright aura around you. He felt like he’d dirty it with his miserable gloominess. So imagine his shock when you asked him out after school. It was, in fact, too much for him to handle, so he promptly fainted on the spot. You panicked and searched his phone for a relative or friend and found Soorim’s number at the top of the (very small) list.

Hooni wakes up on his dusty old mattress. It was a dream, after all. He rubs his eyes and looks up to see you and Soorim chitchatting next to him. Soorim notices he’s awake and a relieved smile flushes his face. “You got (Y/N) really worried. Way to treat your girlfriend, huh?” Both you and Hooni blush at the same time and you sheepishly wave your hand in denial. “Oh no, please don’t misunderstand. I did ask Hoon out, but I didn’t receive an answer yet.” The blonde boy looks at you with a confused tilt of the head before glancing back at his pale friend. “Didn’t you say you have a massive crush on (Y/N)? Ah, that’s probably why you fainted then.” He lets out a loud laugh. Hooni clenches his teeth, mortified. Good Lord, this brainless idiot! Not only did he bring (Y/N) to this dirty, greasy apartment, but he also has no filter when talking. He can’t live with this embarrassment. He’ll wait until you both leave and bring out the noose. Being dead is the only way out of this. (He was too scared to do it and ended up browsing the internet instead)

You’ve always noticed Hooni’s bandages and had your suspicions, but didn’t know how to approach him about it. One day you ask Soorim to take you home (Hooni anxiously begins to wonder if you’re already tired of him) just so you can ask if he knows about his friend’s…condition. The blonde ponders your words a little before confessing that it’s quite obvious after all this time, but he’d rather just quietly support Hooni and hope that one day it will get better. You nod in agreement and exhale in relief, grateful to know that he was not alone before meeting you. Now it’s your turn to spoil your disheartened boyfriend. You love taking Hooni out to nice restaurants and frequently gift him things he shows interest in. You like to pretend you didn’t pay much attention when Hooni tells you about an item he hopes to afford one day, only to surprise him later with it. “H-how did you know I wanted this?” “You did? I had no idea! Just thought it’d be nice”, you respond with a warm smile.

It doesn’t take long for Hooni to come out of his shell. He somehow landed a beautiful, girly and loving partner and almost instantly his bullies stopped harassing him (he doesn’t know you threatened them in the hallway, you can be quite scary if angered). Here you are, sitting in his lap and feeding him snacks. His eyes wander to the partially cracked mirror in the bedroom and he stops to stare at his reflection. A smug, cheeky grin appears on his face. Maybe he’d been popular and handsome this whole time and he just didn’t know it. What other traits had evaded his knowledge due to his lack of confidence? The potential is limitless. He begins to daydream, picturing himself in a sparkling, expensive suit, swiftly opening the door to a luxurious car. “Hooni! I can’t believe you bought us all these things. When did you get so successful?” You ask, amazed. “Anything for my lady”, the dark haired boy exclaims, guiding you in. Maybe life won’t be so bad after all if he has you with him.

Jeong Soorim

Soorim is very popular and often has to turn down girls that confess to him. He’s not really interested in dating and would rather just spend time with his friends instead. And that’s how he happened to meet you. He was utterly speechless when he knocked on Hooni’s door and a cute girl opened it instead. For a flash moment he almost wondered if Hooni ran away and a new renter took his place. The gloomy boy, however, poked his head from behind the girl and cheerfully encouraged him to come in. “I was just playing cards with (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Soorim, the one I told you about.”

He hesitantly sat down and listened to the story of how they met. He had to leave aside the fantasy lies that Hooni peppered in to avoid embarrassment. The gist of it was that his bullies had once again cornered him during lunch, only this time you made your way through and did your best to persuade them away. You’re one of the popular and pretty students, so the boys just fidgeted with some excuse and walked away. Soorim glanced at you and thanked you for taking care of Hooni. He could feel a nagging throb of the heart that he didn’t really recognize. It was only after going back home and mentioning you to Harim that she pointed out the obvious: “I never heard you talk this enthusiastically about a girl before. Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her or something? Oh, I know!” The older sister clapped her hands in anticipation. “Ask her out so we can go on double dates, you and (Y/N) and me with Hooni!”

Soorim did end up asking you out. He can’t deny that you’re very good looking, but what really won him over is your kind heart. He likes spoiling you and holding your hand in public to let everyone know you belong to him. Hooni was a little jealous at first, worrying that you would now go on to be a power couple, outgoing and popular, and leave his pitiful self behind. Both of you, however, make sure to hang out with him frequently and invite him out. In fact, Hooni feels a little bit like a child between his protective parents. Sometimes he imagines Soorim and (Y/N) as a middle aged, married couple, still looking out for him and treating him to pork cutlet. He mentions his little dream to Soorim and he chuckles lightly. “I wouldn’t mind growing old with (Y/N), that’s for sure.”

Jeong Sana

Sana is a little bit annoyed at you for interfering with his lonely manhwa protagonist. How did Hooni even manage to get two popular students glued to him? He has no interest in using you for his new comic, anyways. Walking around and flashing your girly act to everyone you meet. Hmph! You’d be the boring, stereotypical main character that’s nice to everyone and has no other redeeming traits.

That is, of course, until he accidentally drops his shoulder bag and the rough sketch pages cascade out onto the floor. Before he can react, you’re already kneeling down and helping him gather the scattered paper. “Wait a moment… did you draw this?” He gulps and gives you a half-nod, awaiting to be scolded. “Whoa, this is really great! Are you a professional or something?” His eyes glisten and look up at you. Did you just praise him?

Sana is addicted to praise and affirmation. It was enough for you to acknowledge his skill and he’s already melted into a puddle at your feet. Maybe you weren’t that bad, after all. Have you always been this pretty? He feels like he’s looking at a completely different person. You notice the change in his behavior and are just glad he’s started to accept you.

Once you start dating, Sana becomes very clingy and needy. He always had to fend for himself and is the one keeping his family afloat, so he loves the feeling of being cared for. For once in his life, he’s the one being spoiled. He feels special and appreciated and couldn’t be more grateful for you. Mindeok couldn’t believe it when he was greeted with a bright, smiling Sana. “Having fun with your games~?” He almost called the non-emergency line to ask if his little brother might have gotten some sort of concussion until you shyly followed the young boy and introduced yourself as his girlfriend.

Of course, he won’t just constantly rely on you without giving anything back. Sana earns a lot of disposable income due to his popularity with publishers. More than consumable gifts, he enjoys saving for nice, expensive trips with you. This way he can get away from his slob brother and enjoy spending quality time with his darling.

Jeong Mindeok

You work at the publishing office and often see the blond young boy coming by to drop his latest comic chapters. You can’t help but follow him from your window as he departs and notice he’s always by himself. Does he have busy parents? Lives alone? You begin to think about it more than you’d like to admit. The next time he’s here you ask if he’d be interested in one of your bento lunches and he eagerly accepts. “Oh my, I’m glad you like it. Do you not eat homemade dishes that often?” You cautiously inquire. “Mostly takeaways. My slob brother survives on instant noodles” he mumbles between bites.

The last statement made you too curious, so you offer to prepare something in the boy’s kitchen so they can have a proper meal for once. And that’s how you first met Mindeok. He was taken aback when he saw that Sana brought home someone his age. Isn’t he a little too young to date a?!- Ah. You work for the publisher. That’s a more reasonable explanation. You invite him to join you as you cut the vegetables and ask idle details about his life. Sana is rather unhappy that you’re giving his leech brother so much attention, but Mindeok is thrilled to be treated like an adult. Especially when the conversation partner is someone as pretty as you. After you leave, he can’t get you off his mind.

Sana is baffled upon hearing that you two started dating. What you see in that man is beyond his comprehension, but he hopes you might motivate him at least a little bit towards some sort of independence. Mindeok is even more determined to make it as a pro gamer. You are kind, loving, beautiful, and you have your life put together. He doesn’t want to drag you down in any way. Just wait, he’ll make it big and then he’ll spoil you with the lavish lifestyle you deserve. Until then can you pay for his order, too? He…uh…he forgot his wallet again.

Kim Jaehoon

Jaehoon met you in cram school, where you asked him if he wants to be your study partner. He quickly learned that you’re smart, perhaps even smarter than him, though he would never admit to it. To his utter dismay, while walking towards the station with you, he bumped into Soorim and Hooni and was forced to introduce these menaces to you. He tried to quickly usher you away, so you wouldn’t become any more involved with potential distractions. “I didn’t think Jaehoon would have friends besides us”, Soorim noted with a smirk. “(Y/N), right? We were actually going for karaoke right now, why not join us? You’re done with cram school, aren’t you?” Jaehoon instantly retorted in anger that you’re a top student and have no time for nonsense, but you just laughed and grabbed him by the elbow. Why not have a little fun?

Fantastic. Now you’ve joined the pack. He’s not very pleased about it and would prefer if you could just focus on studying, but you and your damn caring nature just can’t say no. He should’ve known when he saw you spending half of your time helping other students with their homework instead of doing yours. You’re weak against these diversions. What irritates him even more is that, despite all of it, you still get better grades.

Unlike his rivalry with Soorim, Jaehoon doesn’t really feel much jealousy. Sure, it does frustrate him that you’re a better student, but that’s more of a motivation for him to try harder next time. He doesn’t dislike you. Quite the opposite. He’s grown fond of your little acts of service. He’s always been the reliable one of the group. And now you show up with an extra bottle of water (“keep your brain hydrated!”), a cutesy, decorated lunch for both and some notes that you took specifically for him. Sometimes before bed he’ll look over your scribbled pages and flashcards. The little heart doodles on the margins, the pink highlighter… rather puerile and childish, but the fact that you carefully compiled them for him makes him blush with giddy delight.

Jaehoon can sometimes forget that outside of school you’re also his girlfriend. He’s used to seeing you in your school uniform, with a fat stack of books under your arm, so when you show up to your date in a very cute, complimenting outfit, he becomes extremely flustered and can barely mumble a hello. He’s very awkward during the first dates and it takes a long time for him to not be overly formal. “May I hold your hand right now?”, “Is it an appropriate time to kiss you?” You find his clumsiness in romance extremely cute.

[b1mbodoll]

gross stepdad hoon… the kind to invite his friends (heejayke) over n tease you the entire time. it’s humiliating, having your stepdad pat his lap for you to sit on n being treated like his toy :( forced to just accept how he gropes you n makes you grind his thigh in front of them

even worse when they start to join in, suggesting sunghoon flash them your tits or make you drool on his fingers, each one of them staring intensely when you take your stepdad’s digits in your mouth n get a little dumb, moaning n gagging around them

idk .. just.. maybe stepdad sunghoon letting them all jerk off over you.. lets them have their way with his sweet girl n calls you a whore for liking it

[mukieissukie]

HYBE ACADEMY- LEE HEESEUNG Pt.27

The announcement came just as everyone was catching their breath after the high-energy "IDOL" stage. Both groups were in the lobby, faces serious.

The voice said through the screen, "The results will be announced in two days. Enjoy your remaining time at HYBE Academy.” The words hung in the air, heavy with finality.

Later that evening, Hana and Heeseung found themselves alone in Hana's room. The atmosphere was soft and intimate, the dim lights painting patterns on the walls.

Hana nestled into Heeseung's arms, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe we only have two days left here. The two months we all spent together, they just passed in a blur. It feels like everything is about to change again."

Heeseung brushed a strand of hair from her face, his tone gentle but firm. “We'll make the most of it. And even if we're busy, we're still under the same roof at HYBE. We'll find ways to see each other."

They talked for a long time, sharing their fears about the future, the pressure of public scrutiny, and the uncertainty of their schedules.

The conversation grew deeper, their emotions raw and honest. The comfort of each other's presence soon turned into passionate kisses. In the quiet dimness of Hana's room, Heeseung's arms wrapped securely around Hana's waist, pulling her close.

Their breaths mingled, slow and uneven, hearts pounding in unison. He tilted his head slightly, lips brushing hers with a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down Hana's spine. She responded immediately, her hands threading through his hair, fingers gripping gently as she deepened the kiss.

Their lips parted just enough for their tongues to meet in a tender dance-soft, exploratory, full of the yearning they had held back for so long.

The world outside faded away; there was only the warmth of each other, the steady beat of their connection.

Heeseung's hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her even closer until their bodies pressed together. Hana's legs instinctively curled around his hips, anchoring them in this moment.

His lips trailed from hers down to the curve of her jaw, then to the sensitive spot just below her ear, eliciting a soft gasp. Their kisses grew more urgent, hungry, as if trying to make up for lost time. Hana's fingers tangled in the hem of Heeseung's shirt, slowly tugging it open, revealing the warmth of his bare chest beneath.

He responded by sliding his hands beneath her top, caressing the smooth skin of her back, memorizing every inch. Their mouths met again, this time with a fierce passion, lips molding perfectly, tongues exploring with growing confidence.

Hana's breath hitched as Heeseung's hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her waist, sending sparks of electricity through her. She arched into him, her body alive with sensation, every kiss igniting a fire that spread through her veins.

After a long, heated moment, Hana gently pulled back, her forehead resting against his. Her voice was soft but steady. "Jay and Soomin... they must be feeling the same way. We should check on them."

Heeseung nodded, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Yeah. But no matter what, this-us-it's real. We'll find a way."

They shared one last lingering kiss before dressing, hearts full but minds aware of the fleeting time left.

They quietly made their way to Jay, Jake, and Sunoo's room. The door was slightly ajar, and they overheard Jay and Soomin's voices-soft, vulnerable.

Soomin's quiet sobs echoed as she confided in Jay about her worries, and Jay comforted her, promising they'd find ways to see each other no matter what.

After a moment, Hana and Heeseung entered, bringing a lighter mood.

"Hey, are you two planning to cry all night?" Heeseung teased gently, earning a watery laugh from Soomin.

Hana added, "We're all under the same label. If you miss each other, just meet in the hallway or cafeteria. Or sneak into each other's practice rooms."

Jay grinned, "Deal. But only if you promise to bring snacks."

The four shared a group hug, the heaviness in the room lifting a little. For now, they were together, and that was enough.

__________________________

The next morning, the whole group gathered around the breakfast table, chatting casually about everything and nothing-favorite snacks, funny trainee moments, and random jokes.

The atmosphere was light, but everyone felt the bittersweet weight of their last day at HYBE ACADEMY.

Suddenly, Niki's eyes lit up with mischief. "Hey, how about a dance battle after breakfast?" he suggested with a grin. Everyone immediately perked up, excited by the idea.

"Yes! Let's do it!" "Finally, some fun competition!" "I'm ready to lose!" came the playful responses.

Once breakfast was done, they headed to the practice room, buzzing with energy. As they warmed up, Ayin proposed a fun way to decide teams. "Let's play the hugging game: when the music stops, whoever you hug becomes your teammate!"

Jake quickly asked a staff member to control the music, and they all agreed to the rules.

Since there were 13 members total-7 from ENHYPEN and 6 from REDMOON-one team would have to have three members.

The music started: "Permission to Dance" by BTS filled the room. Everyone began dancing, showing off moves, laughing, and teasing each other.

Niki and Riko spun around trying to out-dance each other, Sunoo and Ka broke into goofy synchronized steps, and Hana and Heeseung danced side by side, exchanging playful glances.

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly after the first verse.

Chaos exploded instantly.

Members lunged toward each other, arms flailing and feet scrambling.

Jungwon dove dramatically to hug Aecha, who squealed and tried to dodge. Jay and Soomin ended up tangled on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Riko was caught between Niki and Ka, both trying to pull her to their side. Sunghoon calmly walked over and wrapped an arm around Ayin, who looked surprised but happy.

Hana spun and landed right in Heeseung's arms, their smiles wide and relieved. Jake, Sunoo, and Jungwon ended up grouped together, laughing as they realized they were the trio on one team.

The room was a hilarious mess of tangled limbs, laughter, and playful shouts. The teams were set:

Team 1 (3 members): Jake, Sunoo, Jungwon

Team 2: Heeseung, Hana

Team 3: Jay, Soomin

Team 4: Niki, Riko

Team 5: Sunghoon, Ayin

Team 6: Ka, Aecha Everyone caught their breath, teasing each other about their "hugging skills" and who got stuck with whom. The staff prepared to start the next round, but for now, the room was filled with joy, camaraderie, and the kind of chaotic fun that only happens when friends dance and play together.

__________________________

All thirteen members stood side by side on the stage, the tension thick in the air.

From left to right: Heeseung, Jake, Sunoo, Jungwon, Sunghoon, Jay, Niki, Ka, Riko, Hana, Dae, Ayin, and Soomin. In front of them, the judges' panel-Bang Si-hyuk (Bang PD), Son Sungdeuk, Doobu, and Wonderkid-watched with thoughtful expressions, ready to decide the final lineup for the new subunit.

The MC stepped forward, his voice clear and commanding. "Today, we reveal the seven members who will form HYBE's new co-ed subunit: COSMO." He smiled, letting the anticipation build.

"COSMO will be known as Musical Alchemists, a group that blends genres and pushes creative boundaries, transforming music into something truly unique and captivating." The room was silent as the individual scores for the final test were revealed on the screen:

#11 Aecha: 82

#10 Soomin: 83

#9 Ayin: 85

#8 Sunoo: 86

#7 Sunghoon: 87

#6 Jake: 89

#5 Ka: 90

#4 Jay: 91

#3 Jungwon: 93

#3 Hana: 93

#2 Ni-ki: 95

#2 Riko: 95

#1 Heeseung: 96

As the results sank in, the members glanced at each other with nervous smiles. The dream of debuting in COSMO was now within reach for the top seven, but it also meant saying goodbye to the comfort of being together as one big group.

The judges exchanged a few last words before the MC prepared to announce the final lineup, the stage lights reflecting the hopes and anxieties of every young idol standing there.

The MC stepped forward, his tone gentle but suspenseful. "Thank you for your hard work and passion. Now, the final COSMO lineup will be determined not just by this test, but by your average scores across all four tests. The top seven with the highest averages will debut in COSMO."

A hush fell over the stage as the screen changed, now showing the final averages. The MC began to read them out, one by one, the tension rising with each name.

"First, with the highest average score of 96.5... Heeseung, congratulations, you are the first member of COSMO!"

A wave of applause and a few relieved laughs rippled through the line. Heeseung bowed deeply, visibly moved.

"Next, with an average of 94.5... Hana, you are also a member of COSMO!" Hana gasped, covering her mouth, and Aecha squeezed her hand in excitement.

"With an average of 93.25... Jay, you're in COSMO!" Jay grinned, letting out a breath he'd been holding, and the others clapped him on the back.

"With 90.25... Soomin, congratulations, you make the team!” Soomin's eyes filled with tears as she hugged Hana, both girls trembling with joy.

"With an average of 90... Jungwon, welcome to COSMO!" Jungwon blinked in disbelief, then broke into a wide, shy smile as the others cheered.

"Now, with 89.75, we have a tie for two spots. First, from REDMOON, Riko!" Riko's jaw dropped and she bowed repeatedly, overwhelmed. "And also with 89.75, from ENHYPEN, Ni-ki!" Niki pumped his fist in the air, grinning ear to ear, and Riko pulled him into a quick, excited hug.

The MC smiled, letting the moment settle in. "Your COSMO lineup is: Heeseung, Hana, Jay, Soomin, Jungwon, Riko, and Ni-ki!" The seven stepped forward, forming a line at center stage.

The other members-Jake, Sunghoon, Ka, Aecha, Sunoo, and Ayin-stood just behind, offering bittersweet smiles and supportive applause.

Bang PD stood and addressed the group, his voice filled with pride. "COSMO, you are our Musical Alchemists. We expect you to push boundaries and transform music together. To those not chosen today, this is only the beginning. Your journey with HYBE continues, and we are proud of every one of you."

The seven new COSMO members bowed deeply, tears and smiles mixing on their faces. The rest of the stage filled with hugs, encouragement, and promises to support each other no matter where their paths led.

The lights shone down on the new constellation of COSMO, ready to begin their journey as HYBE's next groundbreaking subunit.

UNEDITED.

♡♡♡Thankyou for reading♡♡♡

[heedeungism]

prompt: “confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss” w/ bridgerton!sunghoon includes: kissing, arguments?, branding(in the poetic sense), fem!reader, lowercase

“i do not understand.” you say, voice soft and unsure.

sunghoon huffs out a sigh of frustration, “i do not know how i can make myself clearer.”

he runs a hand through his messy hair, a look unfit for a duke but ever so alluring on him. it was only moments ago that he tossed stones at your window, beckoning you to join him outside, panting like he had run from the danbury estate he had been staying at during his visit all the way here just to speak to you.

your concerns were well placed, he looked rather underdressed for a night out, his coat left behind and with it his sense. seriously, if scandal does not follow this night you are unsure if lady whistledown truly is as all-knowing as she claims.

“do you love me?” he had questioned the moment you had asked what on earth he was thinking, visiting you at such an hour, covering yourself with the soft pink robe your dear sister had gifted you for your birthday. it was indecent but he had regrettably seen you in much less over the years of friendship. though, the childish sleepovers stopped occurring after your 17th, when it finally started sinking in that both of you had duties to your family.

“why are you—“ you nearly ask, instead shaking your head and saying, “you’re flushed, your grace.”

“answer me.” he says—no, he orders. “do you love me?”

“i cannot.” you say, visibly recoiling back into yourself as he steps forward. “you cannot ask me such things, your grace.”

“why do you call me that?” he questions so softly, and when you look up from where you had averted your gaze, you find his centered on you with an emotion foreign to your mind but so familiar to your heart. 

a shaking hand smooths down your dress, and you swallow the nerves down your throat, “it is your title, is it not?”

“you…” he trails off, and you swear you see his jaw shift in the darkness, only illuminated by the far lamps lining the gardens. “apologies for waking you, i will take my leave.”

his change in tone strikes you, “you are cross.”

“i am not.” he denies with a click of his tongue.

shaking your head you step closer, knowing him well enough to know the sound he makes is telling of his lies, “yes, you are. why are you angry?”

“because i burn for you, and you cannot say the same.” he buries his face in his hands the moment the words leave his lips with such unrestrained passion and heartbreak that your chest aches.

you watch him with little control of your breathing, how he runs a hand down his face and shakes his head, the other dropping to his side limply, until finally you find your breath, “you burn…for me?”

he looks at you, and you assume the years of knowing each other, learning feelings from expressions and easing pain through body language, that he sees exactly how you feel about his confession. he continues, stepping close with every word, “there is not a word in this world that can truly express my feelings, but you are the torch that brands my heart.”

“sunghoon.” you exhale, chest moving with your breaths.

“will you answer?” he asks, his body so close now that you feel his warmth. “i do not wish to keep you from sleep any longer.”

a lie. you can tell by the way he exhales so sharply through his nose. from this close, you can see that his pupils are dilated, his eyes lidded.

“i do,” you say. the three simple words that you had said to him countless times yet had never allowed yourself to mean in the way they do now hang on your tongue, your lips parting to speak them out loud yet the duke has grown too impatient to wait.

his hand spears into your hair, pulling you as close as the cloth between your bodies would allow, his lips claiming yours with an intensity you had never experienced. he knew this, and you knew that despite his approach, the hand on your waist remained unmoving as did the one in your hair because he was holding back. 

you had never tasted another’s desire, only fantasized. yet, if this is what it felt like all along you wish he had snuck into the gardens earlier. following his pace was a challenge that you took in stride, sucking in a breath every fleeting moment that he pulled away to change his angle. 

“let me…” he whispers through the fraction of space between you, “court you properly.”

his name leaves your lips and a low groan is what his answer with before claiming their rightful place once again.

©heedeungism : do not rewrite, copy, repost, or translate any of my works without my permission.

[shewholoveshee]

today I was diagnosed with msa MAJOR SUNGHOON ADDICTION

my size kink goes crazy when i see this man ☹️ tw. reader is described as small, bulge kink, dacryphilia >< !!

Sunghoon cannot get over how adorably small you are. From your height to your hands all the way down to the way your pussy struggles to take him when he’s fucking you in a frenzy. All he wants to do is sink down into you and fuck you like a mad man; he just physically is unable to, however, because of the difference in size between the two of you. He’s tall, broad, domineering. You’re small, delicate, sensitive. He struggles to take his time with you. But he will, he’ll rub your clit raw and hard until you’re creaming around nothing; Sunghoon will let you feel the ridges on his long digits until you’re squirting and finally able to fuck your needy hole.

But you’re already so overstimulated! So when he simply inserts his bulbous, thick tip you’re shaking your head rapidly, begging with dewy eyes and red stained cheeks. Pained expression with fluttering eyes in ecstasy. Sunghoon is living for it— your poor face all scrunched and covered in sweat and tears, even your own cum lines your lips from his slimy fingers. He finally fits in your perfect pussy; it’s like he molded you to him. It’s heaven.

“My perfect little pussy—“ Sunghoon coos in your ear. It’s a melody, low and gravely that rumbles deep from within his broad chest. “You’re made for me, yeah, doll?”

You nod, though you’re not sure you’re fully registering what he’s saying. You just know it sounds so good when you’re stuffed full of his thick, long cock. You wonder if you’d ever get fully accustomed to the sheer girth and size. You’re sure that there’d never be a day you could easily take such a length. As tears swim down your cheeks you gasp, he moves finally. He pulls out halfway and it’s like you wake up. You clench hard as he fills you fully again, swiping away your tears with his skillful fingers. You grip his shoulders, nails pricking into his pale skin. Everything is overwhelming; you can’t think as his lips curl, showcasing those gorgeous canines. He’s relishing in this moment, it’s obvious.

“Mm, c’mon, doll,” Sunghoon groans, lifting your legs by the back of your thighs until your knees are beside your head, “Let me hear you.”

And you didn’t realize you were silent— too stunned by his erratic thrusts. You let out a gasp, moaning sharply as his tip smashed right against your cervix. It’s almost painful had it not been for the way his cock rubs against the rest of your soaked walls. You sigh airily, whines cutting out your throat. “Hoon, oh m-my god! I can’t… I can’t do it!” You clutch his biceps that bulge against your head, your eyes lingering on the pearly skin stretched over his thick muscle. Everything about him is big. His hands wrap tightly over your wrist on his shoulder, bringing your palm to his pinkish lips and pecking them with a smug grin.

“You’re doing so, so well, darling,” Sunghoon’s voice rolls out his chest like a vibrato. Everything is blurring in your eyes as another orgasm swarms your stomach, making your chest tighten. “Worked so hard for this, doll, you’re doing great… fuck, you f-feel so good.” He grits his teeth as you clench, blunt nails digging into your skin now. You shake your head as your orgasm teeters over the edge, the feeling filling you until it’s overwhelming and you call out his name in a shaky scream. Sunghoon watches you come undone, fascinated as you clench around him; he’s itching to cum inside of you, his palm pressing deep and hard on your stomach until he can feel the imprint of his large cock in your stomach.

You’ve come so hard to the point where you sob into his shoulder, “Shhh, hon, you’re doing perfect… wan’ stop?” He’s sensitive despite his orgasm breaching through his body, nearing close to finishing. You shake your head aggressively, choking on air, “N-no! Fuck! Need you…”

“Oh, doll, I know,” Sunghoon groans, finally losing composure, “I- I need to cum… let me cum inside?” His hand presses harder in your stomach, feeling how he fills and empties you with every sloppy thrust. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to break skin, jerking your hips in reaction to his. “Yes, yes— Hoonie, don’t p-pull out—“ Now that he’s in you, you don’t wanna feel the emptiness again. Your legs wrap around his waist, stilling him inside of you to the hilt of his pelvis. He cums with a moan of your name, head tilting back until his neck is exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing hard as he swallows back moans.

Now that his head is clearing he turns back to you with an ecstatic smile, deep red blooming under his skin, “Been wanting to do that for months, doll. It was better than my perverted daydreams.”

[babeyun]

on the rebound ☆ p.sh [m]

synopsis: sunghoon doesn't mind babysitting for the neighborhood mothers - but he certainly doesn't mind when a certain eldest daughter is around to be taken care of, too. genre: acquaintances to ???. older!reader moment (because why not, but also it doesn't really come up.) angst, fluff, smut. this porn has plot, damnit! pairing: babysitter!park sunghoon x fem!older!reader ; mentions of heeseung x reader. word count: 6k rating: 18+. minors do not interact. warnings: swearing, alcohol (that they don't even drink LOL) mentions of toxic relationships, rebounds, reader is only older by a year. smut warnings: oral (f. rec),MUNCH!HOON!! PUSSY EATING ENTHUSIAST HOON!!! nipple play, subtle body worship (f. rec), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), sub!hoon x sub!reader (just trust me), creampie, subtle breeding kink, wayyy too much whining and whimpering, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.) listen to: lie to girls - sabrina carpenter ; number one girl - rosé ; wait - dino ; btbt - b.i, soulja boy, devita ; die for you - the weeknd. author's note: this is for all my eldest daughters out there (not me but y'all stay safe!) i whipped this up while i was procrastinating studying for finals...so apologies if it's shitty (because it is shitty.) also, i dog on heeseung SOOO bad but i promise i love him i just needed someone. this being said, happiest birthday hoonie, i love u!

You and Sunghoon weren't strangers, you wouldn't go that far.

However, there was a good reason that you weren't friends – you were never home when he was at your parents' house. You'd moved out with your boyfriend a month or so into him babysitting your menace of a sister. She was well-behaved for him, but had been an absolute tornado of a child when your mother would ask you to babysit. You were actually the one who found Sunghoon through an ad on social media, and he'd been yet another thing to add to your parents' monthly budget.

Then again, no one told them to have another kid so late in their lives. Or yours, for that matter. You were eighteen when Mina was born, and it'd been a pretty rocky five years since then. You went off to college and didn't really get to see her grow up, and she soon learned you were someone she couldn't depend on emotionally because you were rarely able to stick around outside of holidays. It pained you, but you knew you'd eventually get the time to bond with her.

And that time came very quickly after meeting Sunghoon – because your boyfriend dumped you after six months, insisting he was too busy with school to maintain a relationship. Heeseung was a graduate student, and he tutored on the side for extra cash. Your parents funded your lifestyle, so you'd never worried about anything – until Heeseung sat you down and said that the relationship was stressing him out. 

Needless to say, a week after the breakup – you moved back in with your parents and left him to figure out the rent himself. It was a calculated move, but your parents agreed that you didn't need that kind of energy in your life. It didn't stop you from remembering all the other times Heeseung dogged you – from taking continuous 'breaks' from your relationship in the three years you were together, to falling prey to temptation (read: another woman grinding on him at a bar while you were two feet away.)

And you talked about him to every person you possibly could – including now, your little sister's babysitter as he washed dishes in your parents' kitchen. The conversation hadn't started out this way, he'd actually been telling you how much Mina talked about you while you were gone.

"Anyway, that kid loves you, man." He nodded as he slid a plate onto the drying rack, and you laughed softly. "Mina was born when I was a teenager. She just thinks I'm cool now, she'll go through the phase of hating me when she's older." You shrug.

"I wouldn't be so sure. She talks about you a lot, something about you playing a viobib?" His brow is arched, and you snort. "Violin. I played her the violin one time so she'd leave me alone. I'm surprised she talks to you so much, she has a hard time warming up to anyone. Even my boyfriend can't get her to talk to him."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "You have a boyfriend? Since when?" You shrug again. "Since before I met you. I guess I should say ex, though. Boyfriend is the title he prefers, but not the one he deserves. At least, not right now." You say pointedly, and his brows furrowed as he leans on the counter, arms crossed.

"Elaborate." "You're babysitting my kid sister, not giving me counseling."

"Consider it a perk for eldest daughters who act like they deserve shitty men." He says, a bite to his tone as you scrunch your nose. You sigh, nibbling your lip before rolling your eyes. "We're on-and-off. Sometimes I call it off, sometimes he does. He's in grad school and he tutors, and he said everything was stressing him out. He dumped me a bit ago, and I moved back in here. I'm surprised I haven't seen you around more."

"Right, so what about that arrangement is making you believe that you deserve this sort of behavior?" 

You peek up at him, his brows still furrowed as he awaits your answer. Your stomach tightens a bit as you blink. "I guess…I don't know, actually." "Okay, then ditch that loser." He shrugs, and you scoff. "He's not a loser. He's smart and sweet and we're just going through a rough patch." "If you have to justify his presence in your life or his treatment of you to your friends or anyone you talk about him to, then he's a loser. He sucks and he doesn't deserve to have access to you in any way." Sunghoon clasps his hands in front of himself, and you frown.

"He's nice enough." "Yeah, so is any other guy, babe. You're not gonna give just any dude a chance because he's 'nice enough,' are you?" He peers at you through his shaggy hair, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment. "The fact that you allow that behavior, seemingly quite often, will only make him make you his doormat. He'll do it over and over until he's sick of you, then he gets to dump you and make it seem like it was a mutual thing. You won't win in a situation like that." "It's not about winning." You mutter, grabbing a peach out of the fruit bowl in front of you. He leans back on the island, arms crossed in front of him. 

"Isn't it, though? There is always a prize and a player in a relationship. You," He taps the tip of your nose with his finger gently. "Are the prize, and he's the player. If he's not playing to win you, then he's playing to lose and wasting your time."

You stare into his eyes, not missing the way his brows jump as he leans slightly closer.

"Stop wasting your time on a shitty dude when you can do so much better. Especially if you're really as cool as Mina says. Kids don't lie about people they admire." His tone is slightly teasing, and you roll your eyes. "Mina has thrown eggs at me, I wouldn't be so sure she admires me." "I don't know, she said you're really nice to everyone. That you're funny, you can sing…dance…" Sunghoon lists a few things your sister said while you were asleep, and you feel your ears grow hot. "She also said you're the one who taught her how to do backflips, and that she wants to be like you when she grows up. I'd suggest getting that guy out of your life sooner rather than later so you can set a good example." "Did she mention him?" Your eyes snap up, and Sunghoon shrugs. "Once or twice. She said he makes you cry more often than not." You snort, shaking your head as you look down. "What does she know? She's five."

"Kids see things from an unbiased perspective, they're still learning how to be functioning humans. She associates him with you being upset, so I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that you're 'on a break' right now. I've been listening to you for five minutes and I already don't like this guy. If he cared, he'd be here. He doesn't care." "You're only saying that because it's what I need to hear." You roll your eyes as you avoid the rest of his spiel, and Sunghoon shakes his head, stealing a grape from the ones he washed for you earlier. "I'm saying that because it's the truth, and when I love, I make sure the person I love knows." "You don't even know him." You scowl, and he smirks. "Don't have to, babe. It's all over your face. You look defeated as hell when you talk about him." "Not your babe, Sunghoon." You shake your head, and he shrugs. "Could be, if you ditched that guy. I don't even know your favorite color but I can almost guarantee I'd be a better boyfriend than him."

"My favorite color is green." You mutter, and he leans closer to your face. "Anything else you wanna tell me about this guy?" "Why? You'll just be mean about it." You mumble, licking your lips when you feel his fingers tilt your chin up. He coos, "You're cute when you're defensive over a scumbag." "Stop that." You shove his hand away, and he smiles. "You need a rebound or something. All you've been able to talk about since you moved back is this guy. He sucks, babe." "Ugh, I know! Alright, I know he sucks, you don't have to rub it in." You frown, biting into the peach in your hand. "D'you know he'd never tell me I was pretty? I mean, I know I am, he didn't have to. But it would've been nice to hear every once in a damn while." You chew angrily, before hearing him laugh softly. "You have enough confidence for a man to feel like he doesn't need to tell you that. You carry yourself so well, it's honestly very sexy." You look up at him, meeting his eyes. They're calm and sincere, like he didn't just call you sexy in the middle of your kitchen while you're wearing a random t-shirt and sweatpants. "Me?" "Yeah, you. It's just us in here, Y/N." He snorts, "You seriously need to get over this guy. I don't like hearing you talk about this like you deserved it." "What do you know? You hardly know me." You know your voice sounds bitter, but it only spurs him on. "Don't need to know you super well to know you just need to feel appreciated." "Right, appreciated." You roll your eyes, tossing the half eaten peach in the trash. "Like I'm gonna find that in a rebound." "You can." He nods, making you snort. "Like who? You?" "Sure." He shrugs, and you nearly choke on your own spit. "What? Sunghoon, be serious." "I am being serious. If that's what it takes, I'm all for it." He shrugs again, like this is the most nonchalant thing ever, like he's not offering to fuck the bitterness out of you so you'll act normal again. You gawk at him, "Sunghoon, I cannot just use you like that. We hardly know each other, are you insane?" "Is it insane if I say I want you to?" He leans forward on the counter, a soft blush on his cheeks. You gape at him, his finger coming to close your mouth. "Does it matter how well we know each other? I'm sure it'll be a one time thing, and since we don't see each other often, I don't see the harm." "You want me to use you to get over my ex-boyfriend? You want to be my rebound?" You're shocked at his suggestion, he can tell as he shrugs. "You can use me anytime you want. Think about it." He winks, pushing off the island.

You feel your cheeks grow hot as he leaves the kitchen, letting you sit with your thoughts.

Sunghoon lived a mile away, in an apartment complex you helped him pick out once your parents hired him. Your mother had insisted he live in the house, but your father refuted by saying Sunghoon was a grown man, he needed his own space. You'd taken him to fill out the paperwork, and it was one of the last interactions you'd had with Sunghoon before moving out.

You sigh shakily, running your hands through your hair.

It wasn't the worst idea. You knew that Sunghoon wouldn't have offered it if he wasn't attracted to you, at least. You knew what it was like to feel desired, but something about the way Sunghoon looked at you made you feel giddy.

Maybe it was the promise of feeling something new, or the idea that you shouldn't do it – because he works for your parents. Getting involved with you could cost him his job, if anyone found out. 

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you sigh as you reach to grab it.

Message From: Park Sunghoon (Babysitter) [8:32pm] you know where i live if you're down. [8:32pm] just let me know, gorgeous.

Fuck.

Bad idea, bad idea, bad fucking idea.

It hadn't even been a day since you and Sunghoon had the conversation in your parents' kitchen. Or rather, the awkward moment in your parents' kitchen. 

It'd been three hours. It was nearing midnight as you stood in front of the elevator, the cold December air biting at your exposed legs. You'd gone to a late dinner with your friend Aeri, and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that her encouragement is what got you into this predicament.

The elevator dings, revealing a young girl and her dog attempting to step out. You give her a soft smile, earning a nod and a have a good night as you step in. You press the button to the third floor, bouncing on your heels as the elevator starts moving. This could be the worst fuck of your life and you won't even know until after, or even during. What if it's the best fuck of your life and then you're just forced to be around him as his employer rather than a potential fuck buddy or even worse, a girlfriend? "Get it together, Y/N." You mutter to yourself, hearing the elevator ding as you reach the third floor. You step out, turning to the right and walking past three doors, before standing in front of his apartment. His doormat is that of a frat boy's – Please Don't Do Coke In Our Bathroom.

You snort, before knocking on the door softly. You hear rustling, and the lowering of a TV before the pitter-patter of dog feet. You hear him sigh as he unlocks the door, his face appearing before you as he opens it. He looks surprised.

"Y/N, what a pleasure." He speaks smoothly, and you roll your eyes. "It's cold, invite me in." You cross your arms across your chest, making him smile as he steps to the side. You walk in, shivering as you carefully step out of your heels. You squat to pet his dog, but she disappears behind his legs. You pout at him, and he just snorts. "She's shy."

"It's fucking freezing outside, Hoon." Your teeth chatter as he closes the door, taking your scarf as you hand it to him. "Well, you're barely dressed. I assume it would be cold when you're half naked." "Did you want me to wear layers and make this take ten times as long? Be serious." You huff, sliding your coat off. Granted, you'd put this dress on with the idea of going to a bar after dinner and posting thirst traps on your story for Heeseung to see and yearn for…

Which is shitty of you to appear in Sunghoon's apartment after thinking that way.

"I don't think you wore this for me, Y/N. You were at dinner with Aeri." He rolls his eyes, and you forget he also has your Instagram. "Man, just take the win. Do you wanna fuck me or not?"

He shrugs, "Do you want me to?" "You wouldn't have offered and I wouldn't have shown up if the answer to either of those questions was no." You say pointedly, and he clicks his tongue. "I guess you're right." "I usually am." You roll your eyes, making him laugh. "Here, have a seat." "What, are you gonna wine and dine me?" You tease, and he smirks, disappearing into his kitchen. "Could say that." You take a seat on his couch, looking around the apartment. He's decorated in a very Sunghoon  way – lots of black decorations and shelving on the exposed brick, an array of books on a shelf to the left of his desk and a record player. You look at his coffee table, the fashion magazines and editorials stacked high.

"You always snoop through people's things?" His voice rings behind you as he holds two glasses and a bottle of wine you're sure you've seen only in your father's reserve. You huff, "Well you leave me here to entertain myself, I'm bound to look around." "Valid. Come on." He tilts his head for you to follow him, your cheeks aflame as you do just that. He leads you down to his bedroom, a large bed with a black duvet in the middle of the room. More books, a few incense candles, a few figurines in the corner of his room. "I like what you've done with the place." "Thanks, it only took fucking forever to figure out what I wanted to do. I think the exposed brick makes for a bigger headache than those home bloggers make it out to be." 

It makes you feel at ease, how easy conversation can be with Sunghoon. He doesn't make anything feel inorganic, but he also doesn't talk more than necessary in order to get his point across.

"How long were you with that guy, anyway? Here, put this on." He holds out a pair of sweatpants, which you take with a quizzical look. "Three years. Uh, Hoon, the point is to be naked here, not put on more clothes." "Is that how it was with him? You'd just show up and strip?" He rolls his eyes, digging a shirt out of his dresser for you. You feel your cheeks warm as he hands it to you, before giving you a glance. "Was it?" "...Kind of." You look at your feet, and he sighs. "Yeah, well…I don't play that. Do you need help getting your dress off?" "Oh, yeah. Just the zipper." You turn, pulling your hair to the front. You feel his fingers graze your back, before he tugs the zipper down in one go. He snaps your bra strap playfully, "We can lose this, though." "Yah!" You swat his hand away, making him laugh as he turns away. "Do you want to watch something or just talk?" "We can watch something, whatever is fine. Just nothing scary, my room is spooky at night." You shudder as you undo your bra, folding it in your hand before tugging the shirt over your head. "Oh, do you intend on driving home after?" "Did you want me to stay?" Your words sound a bit bitter, and that only makes Sunghoon frown as he scours the selection on HBO from his bed. "Dude, the more things you say, the more scummy I realize this guy was to you. Next thing you know you'll tell me he never went down on you." You freeze, and Sunghoon gapes at you as you turn around, pulling the shirt down your torso. "Y/N, you've got to be kidding me." "No, he did a few times, I swear!" You try to defend him, but Sunghoon only scoffs out a laugh. "That's fucking insane. Like, actually insane." "Hoon, you're embarrassing me." You whine, and he only blinks. "Why would you be embarrassed that he didn't wanna eat you out? That in itself is embarrassing for him. Real men eat pussy, and they eat it with gusto." "Shut up." You cover your face with your hands as you hear him sigh. "I'm just saying. Now, come on. Either put the pants on or lie the hell down." You huff, shoving the pair of sweats on before joining him on his bed. This is normal, friends fuck all the time.

Except you and Sunghoon are not friends.

You must've spaced out, because the feeling of Sunghoon squeezing your knee makes you jolt. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." You lie, shaking your head. He hums, turning his attention to the random movie on the television. "You're a bad liar, you know?" "Am not." Scoffing, you turn to face him. Your knees hit his outer thigh as you turn, and he gives you a lazy smile. "You are. You were staring off into space and chewing on your cheek for like, five minutes. What's up?" You scrunch your nose, looking down at your hands as he tilts his head. "You can tell me, you know. I don't judge." "Don't you, though? I mean, I'm here after you absolutely dogged on my ex earlier." You snort, and he smiles. "I'm judging your ex, not you. Well, not right now at least. I will always dislike the fact that you think you deserved that treatment, let alone from a guy who probably couldn't even make you cum." Your eyes snap to his, shock across your face as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Babe, come on." "He was nice!" You whine, and Sunghoon just laughs in disbelief. "Don't laugh! It's not funny!" Your lip is jutted out in a pout, before Sunghoon maneuvers you onto his lap. He makes you move up closer, your ass resting high on his thighs. "He really didn't make you finish?" You groan, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably. "I mean, he did a few times. Just not as often as I would've liked. I don't want to talk about him." You rub your temples, Sunghoon's hands finding home on your hips. "Okay, we don't have to. Tell me what you like." "What I like?" You repeat, and he nods. "Yeah. Like…positions. Any kinks, anything I should know to make this the best experience possible."

"...Does it matter?" Your voice is meek, and he rolls his eyes. "Yes, it matters. I want you to feel good. If you don't know, I can figure it out. You just have to trust me." You feel your chest warm at his words, and you glance at his face as he speaks again. "We can go as slow as you want, this is about you." "But what about you?" You toy with the hem of your shirt, and he smiles. "I'll enjoy myself either way, don't worry about me." His hands squeeze your hips gently as he looks down at you. "You okay?" "I'm nervous." You mumble, looking away as he coos. "Baby, you don't need to be nervous. It's just me." His hand comes to hold your jaw gently, making you face him. He squeezes your cheeks gently, making your lips pucker.

"You're so pretty." He smiles as he compliments you, making you roll your eyes in embarrassment. "Stop." "Why? You are. Pretty little thing." He's teasing you, your hands now holding onto his wrist as he inches closer. "Should I kiss you?" "Yes." Your reply is more of a breath, and he chuckles. "Seriously, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, promise. Unless you're into that."

"Kiss me already." You groan, making him roll his eyes before closing the gap between you. His lips are soft and taste like cherry Chapstick. His hand lets go of your face, moving slightly down to the base of your neck. Your own hands move to fist his shirt as his teeth nip at your lower lip, a whimper from your throat making him move you impossibly higher on his lap. His other hand moves to the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair to hold you steady as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

"You'll stay the night, right?" He pulls away from your lips, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation. You nod as best as you can with his hand in your hair, "Yeah. If you want me to." "I want you to." He whispers, before letting go of your hair. "Can we take this off?" He tugs at the shirt he gave you, and you move to tug it over your head. He lets you, watching the way your hair cascades down your back. His hands find home on your waist, his thumbs barely grazing the underside of your breasts as you look back at him, flinging the shirt somewhere behind you.

He doesn't say anything, only meeting your lips in a kiss. It's softer this time, but your tongue finds its way into his mouth gently. He sucks on it, hearing a low moan from you as your hips cant against his. "Sorry." 

"No, don't be." He shakes his head, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. "Use me however you want, baby. That's what I'm here for." 

"But–" "This is about you. Just let go." He meets your lips once more, kissing you deeply as his hands grip your hips tightly. He moves you against his hardening cock slowly, setting a gentle pace for you. You follow his lead, rutting against him as his hands move upward before you grab them and place them on your chest. He groans lowly into your mouth, thumbs grazing over your pebbled nipples as he drags his lips down your jaw, your soft whimpers filling the air as his teeth nip at your neck.

"S'fucking gorgeous." He murmurs against your skin, tracing his tongue down the gentle slope of your neck, a shudder running down your spine as he kisses down your chest. "Can I?" His doe eyes peer up at you though shaggy bangs, and you nod quickly. Your fingers card through his hair as his tongue flattens against your nipple as you groan.

"Feel good?" He mumbles against your skin. You only breathe out shakily as you nod, your lip bitten between your teeth as he nips and sucks his way across your chest, your nipples glistening with his spit. He scrapes his teeth against one gently, earning a guttural groan from your lips as he kisses up your chest. "Wanna taste you, angel. Can I?" Your pupils are blown as you look down at him, your fingers pushing his hair back as his hands dip below the sweatpants you're wearing. "Can I?" "Okay." Your voice is slightly raspy with lust, and he smiles softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. "We can stop anytime, just say the word." 

You nod, moving off his lap. He lays you back on his pillows, kissing your lips softly before trailing down your body. "So beautiful, baby. Can't get enough of you." He kisses down your stomach, before his teeth catch on the waistband of the sweatpants you're wearing. He bites down carefully, pulling them down your legs as you cover your face with a whine. "Something wrong?" He calls, pulling them off your ankles and flinging them to the ground.

"No." You respond weakly, and he smirks as his fingers land on your thighs, pulling you closer to him. "You're lying." "You're just hot, okay?" You peek at him through your fingers, seeing him shake his head as he snaps the waistband of your underwear against your skin. You jolt as he smiles, before sinking to his stomach and spreading your legs. You hear a soft whisper of shit from his lips. "Sorry? Is something wrong?"

You try to move away, only for Sunghoon to hold your hips down. "You're fucking soaked, doll. Holy shit." 

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, opting to press his face against the sticky fabric of your ruined underwear and inhale deeply, a whine from his throat hitting your ears as he noses at the fabric. "You're so fucking hot."

You feel his tongue before you reply, the underwear a useless attempt at a barrier as he finds your clit easily. Your thighs tense around his head, his preening at the taste of you just through the fabric is enough to make him cum in his pants. "Hoon…" You mewl, your fingers tugging at his hair to get his attention. He only hums in response.

"Take them off." Your whine is loud, and he hastily pulls your underwear down your plush thighs, throwing it over his shoulder as he dives back in, tongue lapping at your wet cunt like a man starved. You're a moaning mess as his pouty lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently as he pushes your thighs open further, working two fingers inside you carefully. He groans at the way you clench around them so tightly, your walls so warm and wet as he curls them into you.

"Taste so sweet, pretty. Would never give this up, ever." He murmurs against your clit, pressing wet kisses to it. You can't even respond, your eyes screwed shut as you cant your hips against his mouth harshly. "That's it, baby. Come on, give it to me." He's whining against your pussy, latching his lips to your clit as your thighs begin to tremble.

"H-Hold my hand." You mumble, and Sunghoon immediately laces his free hand with yours. "Need you to cum on my tongue, beautiful." His fingers find that spongy spot, making your soft belly cave in as your thighs close around his head. A choked moan leaves your lips as you coat his tongue and lips in your orgasm, your body trembling beneath him as you try to push his head away from you. "S'too much, Hoonie-" "One more, baby. You can give me one more." He bullies his shoulders through your thighs, moving to hover over you. He presses his wet lips to yours, your tongue attempting to collect any taste of you off of him. He lets you deepen the kiss, his hand snaking between your legs to rub teasing circles into your clit. Your mouth falls slack, your nails digging into his bicep. "One more, baby. Wanna feel you around me." "O-Okay." 

He reaches over you to his nightstand, pulling the drawer open to find an empty box of condoms. "Fuck, wait. I think–" "Want it raw." You mumble, eyes closed as your hands run under his shirt, fingers tracing circles into his softly chiseled abdomen. His eyes are wide, his hand coming to your face, stroking it gently. "Look at me. Are you sure?"

"Positive. Want it, Hoonie. Wanna feel full." You barely open your eyes as you nod, turning your head slightly to kiss his palm. He shivers slightly, closing his eyes to compose himself as he nods. "O-Okay. Alright." He straightens, pulling his shirt over his head and quickly pushing his sweats down. You don't bother to look down, knowing in your heart the stretch will be worth a thousand viewings. He pulls you to the edge of the bed by your thighs, carefully tucking a pillow under your hips as he rests your leg on his chest. He kisses your ankle softly, before running the leaking tip of his cock through your wet folds. He nearly buckles, the warmth almost debilitating as he eased himself into you. Your mewl is so soft he almost misses it, his eyes darting to your face as he slowly sheaths himself inside you, biting his lip so hard he's sure he'll draw blood. Your lips are so swollen from the kissing and biting that he can't help but lean over and kiss you gently, burying himself to the hilt inside you. Your soft whisper of fuck is against his lips. "Move, Hoon." "You gotta give me a second, baby." He whines into your neck, making you clench around him. "Fuck, fuck don't do that." His hips jerk involuntarily, earning a choked moan from you as your nails dig into his shoulder. He straightens himself, figuring if he's going to cum fast, he'd better make it worth your while. He pulls out almost entirely, pushing your thighs to your chest as he bullies his cock back into you. Your moans are so loud he's lost in them, your chants of yes, yes, right there so overwhelming for him as he tries his hardest to stave off his own orgasm.

"Feel so fucking good, baby. Shit." He whimpers into the air, his grip on your thighs bruising as you mewl beneath him, your hands finding his wrists. "Kiss me, Hoonie. Wan' a kiss.." He leans forward, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue as he bottoms out inside you repeatedly. His tip is bullying your sweet spot relentlessly, making you whine into his mouth. "Want you to cum in me." You whisper, and he almost stops as the words hit his ears but your nails drag down his back. "Want you to fill me up, Hoonie. Please."

"Anything you want, fuck. I'll give you anything, baby." His voice is choked as he trails his lips down your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him in that oh-so-familiar way. "Gonna cum for me? Gonna cream all over this dick?" You only whimper in response, your teeth sinking softly into his shoulder. He feels himself spill inside you at the sensation, a deep groan from his soul as you cum right after. He doesn't stop working the two of you through it, his hips bordering the two of you into overstimulation as you claw at him.

He feels his skin sticky as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, your fingers now flat against the muscle of his back as you breathe in deeply. You shift slightly beneath him, before patting his shoulder. "I don't…I can't get up, I don't think. I can't feel my legs." You rasp, and he chuckles into your skin.

"Yeah, that's usually what's supposed to happen." He replies smugly, earning a sharp smack from your hand in the middle of his back. "Ouch! What the hell!" "I told you to stop making fun of me!" You huff, and he moves to look at you. "I'm not! Did I not just give you two mind blowing orgasms?"

"I wouldn't say mindblowing–" He rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth. "I made you cum, which was the goal. Was it not?" "No, the goal was to get over my ex." You say, muffled by the palm of his hand. He ponders a bit, before looking down at you intently. "Well, are you?" You feel your cheeks flush as you look away. "Maybe. Might need to go again, don't know. Not fully convinced." "Not fully convinced, she says." He removes his hand from your mouth as he teases you gently, and you roll your eyes. "Okay, fine. You're good, you got me." You admit tiredly, and he smiles.

"For how long?" "What?" You look up at him, and he shrugs. "How long do I have you?" You let your eyes scan his face as he looks down at you with curiosity in his eyes. You scoff, an amused tone to your voice. "You like me." "Obviously." He rolls his eyes, "Otherwise I wouldn't have offered." "You sly little minx. Luring me in here with the premise of getting me over my ex, knowing I'm on the rebound." You poke his chest, and he scoffs. "Clearly, you like me too. Or else you could've absolutely dodged my offer." "Or maybe I think you're hot and wouldn't mind seeing you outside of the cute little necklaces my sister makes you wear." You tease, and he shrugs. "I'll take what I can get. Either way, do you feel better? Less thoughts about that idiot, more good feelings?" You nod, sitting up on your elbows. "Let me take you to dinner, Hoon." He blinks at you, before glancing at the clock on his nightstand. "It's two in the morning, babe." "Not right now. Later. After you're done babysitting." You say, and he raises his brows. "Are you sure?" "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to." Your tone is pointed, and he scoffs. "You want me so fucking bad." "In your dreams. Get off me, I'm all sticky."

He does just that, and takes the most gentle care of you. He lets you lean against him in the shower, he shampoos your hair and steals kisses when you least expect it. He changes his sheets while you try to sit comfortably in his desk chair, complaining of sore hips and thighs as he smirks to himself. "So much for a rebound, huh?" He murmurs into your hair as you snuggle into his side, making you snort. "Go to sleep, Sunghoon. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, babe."

"Not your babe, Hoon."

"Not yet."

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