#jungwon suggestive

[caramelpeaching]

miniskirt, pretty pink

you tease them wearing a skirt during a hang out with friends

pairing. ot7 bf!enhypen x f!reader

genre. smau, suggestive

[stariekis]

daily update [jungwon.]

synopsis — random pics your boyfriend sends you during the day.

🍸 pairing : idol!jungwon + fem!reader . genre : fluff + suggestive (chats 2, 5 & 6 ; skip if you don't want to read them) . cw : pet names. + don't mind the hours on the chat

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uri's note — woni ver. is finally here ! hope you guys like it ): and thanks a lot for the support on the ni-ki one it means the world to me <3

other members : heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki

taglist : @layzfy @laylasbunbunny (open ; send an ask to be added)

[chlorinecake]

𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 - a yjw oneshot 🕹️

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a fun gaming session with your bsf leads to a night full of steamy shenanigans

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gamer!roommate!jungwon x reader

𝐜𝐰: swearing, kissing, teasing, hickeys, y/n gets her boobies fondled, oral (f. & m. receiving), mentions of other enhypen members

𝐰𝐜: 3k | not proofread, written quickly

You sighed, “I wish more people in the world cared about Roblox… it saved my life, bro.”

“That was easily one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard you say.”

“What?”

“I said-”

“EVER! Wanna play COD Mobile instead?”

“Bruh, that game is so mid.”

You scoffed at his remark, bringing a flared hand to your chest. “I’m goated at COD mobile, averaging like 100 kills per match. People praise me for that.”

“Because it doesn’t take skill?” He made it sound like a question, when he was really making a statement.

“Mkay. I bet I’d still whoop your ass on console, but we don’t have to go there.”

A hint of ambition sparkled in his eyes at the challenge. “Oh yeah? And what are we betting here?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment, “If you win, I’ll fix you a victory snack.”

He nodded at the enticing offer, “And if you win? Which you won’t, but-”

“The bragging rights will be enough for me, but you could always fix the broken shower head in my bathroom so I can stop using yours,” you interrupted confidently.

Jungwon forgot all about how you broke your shower head last week. You told him it was an innocent mistake, but his mind obviously wandered to other places once you told him. By now though, he had already gotten used to sharing a bathroom with you, so he didn’t feel any urgency to repair it. Still and all, he understood how you might want your private space back. “Ok. Fair enough,” Jungwon agreed.

He handed you a controller, waiting for you to join him at the loading screen. Setting up your gear and choosing what weapon you wanted, the match eventually started. Needless to say, you didn’t stand a chance against Jungwon and his team of CPU’s, feeling sore from defeat.

A prideful smile waved over his features, showcasing his prominent dimples. “Sooo,” he began, “I would like your leftover Twix bar from the fridge cut up over two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Don’t forget the sprinkles.”

You pouted, handing him the overheating controller. “I’m not fixing you a damn thing. You probably cheated!”

His eyebrows raised, “First of all, cheating is for weenies. Second of all, a deals a deal!”

“Ugh, fine. I’m charging tips, by the way.”

“Not a chance, crook. Unless,” he caught your attention as you got up from the living room couch, “you wanna go for another round?”

“No, that’s alright. I think I'm gonna just watch you play the game for now. You could invite Heeseung, too, if you want.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back, okay? I gotta use the bathroom real quick.”

Walking into the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking off the bra that had been killing your back for the past 12 hours. You didn’t know where else to put it, so you hid it under Jungwon’s bathroom cabinet before leaving.

“When do you ever wanna play games with me? Are you with Riki or something?” Heeseung asked from the headset.

“No, I’m with ____. She needs some testosterone in her life and wants to watch us play I guess.”

“I can think of a few ways to help her with that,” Jungwon could hear the smirk in Heeseung’s voice.

“Shut the fuck up and join me already.”

“What? It’s not like you’ll ever have the balls to make a move on her, anyway,” Heeseung chuckled. “How long have you know her for again?”

“Since the first day of college.”

“Damn, and you’ve barely even grazed first base.”

“She’s still sacrificing her free time to hang out with me, so I don’t see the loss here?”

“Look, buddy. Your rizz needs an upgrade. These cute little gaming nights you have every weekend needs an upgrade. Your wardrobe needs an upgra-”

“I get it, asshole.”

You came back with the snack he requested, eliciting a dramatic applause from your goofy ahh friend.

“Your majesty,” you bowed playfully, placing the bowl of ice cream on the desk in front of him.

You filled in the space next to him, resting an elbow on the arm of the sofa, your nipples now on full display through your thin shirt.

“Are you cold,” Jungwon asked, eyes not quite meeting yours. You meant to reply, but he was already reaching his hand out to grope your chest, using a thumb to smooth out your hardened buds with his warm touch. You eyes widened in shock.

“Woah- mmm, n-no, I’m okay” you stuttered, Jungwon smirking at how flustered you appeared.

What the actual fuck was that!?, you thought to yourself.

He went back to casually talking with Heeseung again as if he didn’t just rub your nipples…

You usually enjoyed watching Jungwon play the game, but now, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jungwon’s pretty hands. The way his delicate thumbs maneuvered the joystick of the controller sent your mind into a daze.

“Hold up, Hee, I’m gonna put you on mute for a sec,” Jungwon said, handing you his controller before mouthing the words “play for me” with a catty smirk. He adjusted his headset over your head, bringing a finger up to your seal your lips. “Shhh,” he warned.

You knew Heeseung wasn’t actually on mute because there was an open mic symbol on the corner of the screen.

What’s he up to now?, you wondered.

Kneeling between your legs with greed, Jungwon’s fingers tiptoed to the waistband of your shorts. He paused before asking, “is this okay?," and you simply nodded in response. He smiled, tugging your shorts and underwear past your hips, knees, and ankles, stuffing them under the sofa.

He gawked at your wetness, your lips swollen with need. Heeseung started the match, and that’s when Jungwon started taking kitten nips at the sensitive flesh between your thighs, leaving a few marks. He blew at your heat before finally using his fingers to explore your folds.

“Cute,” he must’ve noticed the way your pussy pulsed in anticipation. Attaching his lips to your throbbing clit, he sucked it into his mouth, alternating with his fingers when breaking for air. He hummed at your taste, adding to the pleasurable sensations.

You tried focusing on the game for Jungwon’s sake, but you couldn’t resist the urge to reach for a handful of his hair and gently grind against his face.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby, just stay focused,” he said in between slurping at your wetness that never sounded so foul til now.

Did he just call me baby?

He inserted a finger into your tight hole and started pumping in and out of you, curling up to stimulate your g-spot. You were struggling to keep your moans in, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he finger-fucked you. He looked up, noticing that you had fully abandoned the controller. “Keep playing or I won’t let you finish,” he purred.

“Fuck,” you panted quietly, how do you expect me to do that?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, ____.”

You picked up the controller and started playing again. Heeseung was now swearing over the mic like a madman. “Bro, you’re really not helping out our stats here by letting the enemy clap your cheeks,” he scolded, but you weren’t really paying attention to his voice anyway. Jungwon dove back into your heat, licking rough stripes against your clit as he inserted a second finger. “Mngh,“ you mumbled dizzily, clenching around him.

“What?” Heeseung asked confused, having heard your noise.

You reached to mute the headset, but Jungwon gave you a look that told you not to test him. You gave in, and succeeded in holding back your whimpers, but your heavy breathing continued.

“Dude, I’m literally never playing the game with you agai- HOW THE FUCK DID I JUST GET DIED?”

One last thrust of Jungwon’s fingers, and you were finally coming undone, shaking from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over you. Slender fingers glided in and out of your needy hole, his knuckles adding to the delightful stretch. The match ended shortly after you came down from your high.

Jungwon licked his fingers clean of you and swapped the controller back. “Sorry about that, hyung. I was eating and didn’t wanna disturb you,” he lied, readjusted the headset on himself.

“Well, I hope it was worth it. Our team forfeited on some elite rewards.”

“You’re welcome,” he teased, which you didn’t know if it was meant for you or Heeseung, because he leaned in to kiss your lips softly, before going in for another match.

Still feeling your orgasm fresh in your viens, you reached under the couch to grab your shorts and underwear, putting them on and getting up from the sofa.

“Hey, what’s up,” Jungwon asked while taking a spoonful of the half-melted sundae into his mouth.

“I-I’m just gonna shower... and maybe go to bed after.”

“Alright. Me and Hee are gonna play one more match and I’ll be in after you. Don’t take long!”

"Dude, you’re abandoning me already? I thoughtyou were gonna help me take these punks to skill-ville," Heeseung whined over the mic.

"You need to immediately repent for saying that," Jungwon cringed.

You made your way to his bathroom with a change of clothes, closing the door behind you.

You entered the shower, trying to wash off the growing heat between your legs and any dirty thoughts associated with your roommate. A few minutes in, you also decided to wash your hair as it had been a week since that last time you did.

That’s when you heard the door open and close, followed by the sounds of clothes being removed and tossed on the bathroom floor. You peeked from the shower curtain, only to find a naked Jungwon standing right there. He didn’t notice you looking, so you pushed the shower curtain back.

“The shower is occupied at the moment, Wonie!”

“I know,” he smirked, entering the shower from the opposite end as if this was yet another casual ordeal.

“May I,” he asked, pointing to the spot you were standing at in the shower. “Oh, sure” you replied, trying not to make things awkward. He reached for the bottle of shampoo and started lathering the honey scented product in his hair and skin. You tried to avoid taking anymore peeks at his toned body so you busied yourself with a loofa and cleansed your skin for what felt a hundred times. By now, you sat idly in the corner of the shower, with bubbles waiting to be rinsed from your body. “Here,” Jungwon motioned for you to return to your original spot. “Thanks,” you said. “Would’ve been nice if you said that earlier,” he poked.

Oh shit.

“Here, let me help you,” he offered, rinsing off the soapy suds that painting your shoulders and back. Somehow, this gesture relaxed you. “Now turn around for me.” You faced him with a chest covered in bubbles. He quickly rinsed your breasts before lowering the shower head to your private, adjusting the water pressure from low to medium.

You could hardly stand up straight from the pressure building up at your center. The throbbing sensation between your legs travelled up to your quivering lips. You moved a hand to cover your mouth, hiding your lewd sounds. Jungwon didn’t mind though, because your squirming is what excited him the most. “Hold still, ____,” he teased, putting the water pressure on high.

Bracing your balance with his free arm, his soft lips met your damp neck, nibbling at the skin. The sensation was so sweet that you finally let your moans out. Developing a mind of its own, your hand reached down to stroke Jungwon’s hardness, a lustful look staining his features.

He groaned into your ear, making you feel more than half crazy. You felt your climax creeping up on you as it became harder to stand up or keep still. Starting to pump him faster, both of you were now on the verge of bussing.

A little voice in your head slapped you back into reality.

This has to stop! He’s my roommate!

You turned the water off from the faucet on the wall, retreating your hand from his member as if it tased you. Grabbing a towel from the curtain rod and covering yourself, you left Jungwon alone in the bathroom.

You went to your room and started to dry yourself off. You couldn’t quite wrap your head around what was happening but a part of you liked it and another part knew it was inappropriate.

You just touched Jungwon’s dick, and yes, it felt really fucking nice, but the thought will likely haunt you til the day you die. He was a good friend of yours, and you didn’t wanna let fleeting feelings ruin it.

You put on the scented lotion from your nightstand followed by your clothes before plopping in your bed. You didn’t bother locking your door because you never had you to worry about Jungwon intruding your privacy. Or at least, that was before today.

You buried yourself under the covers before a trail of footsteps made their way from the bathroom to your bedroom door.

Creak.

The door opened and closed.

Click.

He locked it.

Walking over to your bed, Jungwon sat behind you.

“I know you’re awake, so stop pretending,” he whispered in your ear.

Annoyed, you threw the covers off your head, giving him an exhausted look.

“What do you want, Jungwon? Huh?”

“I could always just show you,” he said, flashing you the sluttiest eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.

“You could’ve waited for me to finish up in the shower before barging in like that.”

“No, I really couldn’t.”

“We’re roommates, Won! Hell, we’re friends!”

“And? What does that have to do with anything?”

“You can’t just fondle my tits whenever you want to, or eat me out on the couch when you’re bored, or join me in the shower because you’re impatient.”

You let that sink in for a moment.

“Did you not like it when I did those things to you? Did you not like the way I made you feel,” he inquired, inching closer towards you on the bed. “Because the way I remember it, you never told me to stop.”

The room fell so quiet that your heartbeat sounded loud.

He reached over to grip your thigh, leaning in for a kiss before shoving his tongue past your lips, but you pulled away.

“Jungwon stop!” You reprimanded, turning your head from him.

He grabbed your chin and proceeded to kiss you.

“Jungwon, I said stop...”

“I can tell you didn’t mean it.”

He continued kissing you, shoving his hand into you panties and going straight to your pussy, sliding his digits up and down your moist folds, sending an ache through your stomach.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

He called you baby. Again!

He didn’t waste any time to rub circles around your sensitive bud, causing your hips to jerk toward him.

“Stop it!” You raised your voice, pushing him away by his throat. Your hand never looked so small til now.

“Then make me.”

“What?”

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, ____.”

Darkness waved over both your features as you pressed his back flush against the bed, reaching for his drawstring and pulling his sweat pants down. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, so his pink tip sprung up, clear fluid leaking from the tip.

You grabbed his dick, giving it a firm stroke before grazing your teeth down his shaft, eliciting the prettiest whimper you’d ever heard from his mouth. The texture of his veins ran against your tongue as you took half of him into your mouth, using your hand to stimulate the base.

Your head bounced up and down as Jungwon grew dangerously desperate. Tapping your cheek, he guided you off of him to take a breath. Cradling your head in his grasp, he slid you back down until your lips reached his pelvis. “Hollow your cheeks for me, and breath through your nose,” he guided before using your head to please him. Your eyes began to water as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a few times, but he ignored it.

“I’m so close, baby, just keep taking me,” he nearly begged, chest heaving as he screwed his eyes shut, “Be a good girl for me, mmm,” he grunted, picking up the pace.

You were getting used to being called “baby” by now.

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, bursting his load into your mouth. He lifted your head from his throbbing heat, using a thumb to wipe the cum that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. You went back down to taste his release, only for him to guide your head away.

“Don’t eat that, ____,” he giggled, but you swiped a finger to collect some of his cum anyway.

“It’s only fair, Wonie. Now we’ve both tasted each other.”

You went to the bathroom to wash your hands, coming back with a few tissues to help clean him up. Something about this dirty moment seemed so pure. So right.

“Okay, I’m going to bed for real this time, see you tomorrow,” you smiled, getting under your covers.

“You don’t expect me to go back to my room, do you,” he asked, giving you a look.

“Well, tonight, I’ll let it slide, but if you end up breaking your bed, don’t expect visitation privileges.”

“Thank you,” he let out a breath, smiling as he snuggled under the covers beside you.

“Jungwon?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Heeseung has any idea about what we did?”

Ding.

Jungwon’s phone vibrated in his pocket:

Text Message from “Heenis” — Jake ditched me for a hoe 👍🥲 wanna call?

A mischievous smirk poked at the corners of Jungwon’s lips, “He can find out.”

“WONIE, IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER, I SWEAR YOU’RE SLEEPING IN YOUR OWN BED TONIGHT!”

❁ if y’all can’t tell already, i am dangerously jungwon biased…

❁ anyways, thanks for reading “Joystick” by @chlorinecake! be sure to check out more works by me on my enhypen bookshelf!

[wonnie99]

I'm really bored so someone please send in an ask,I'm honestly not bothered what member but I might do a poll later so I can write something as well tbh.

[squoxle]

We should kiss

hmm, i like the way you think...

𓇢𓆸𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕀𝕥 ~ 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕗

🫦pairing: Jungwon x Female Reader (friends to lovers) | 🫦wc: 2.8k | 🫦summary: After a rough breakup, Jungwon helps you get over your ex by making him jealous |🫦cw: mostly fluff and angst, but there is some kissing soooo yeah

You and Heeseung had been dating for a year, and everything was going great up until he started distancing himself from you a few months ago. At first, you brushed it off assuming he was really busy, but there were times when he was free and simply called off dates without any valid reasons.

To protect your heart, you shook away any thoughts that indicated cheating, but what else could it be? Instead of just exploding and calling him a cheater without evidence, you asked a question you didn't really want the answer to.

"Do you still love me?" you asked Heeseung as he sat down in the kitchen playing on his phone.

You had called him over to hang out, but ever since he arrived, his eyes have been glued to his phone.

"What?" he asked, eyes still fixated on the phone.

"I said--" you sighed as you were cut off mid-sentence by Heeseung laughing at a video on his phone.

"Sorry, what were you saying," he said, placing his phone on the table.

"I asked you if you still love me," you raised your voice slightly.

"Why would you ask me that?" he adjusted himself in the chair.

"Because, recently you've been blowing me off and I don't know why," tears filled your eyes as you prepared yourself to ask the next question. "Are you cheating on me?"

"No, of course not," Heeseung said before standing up to give you a hug.

"Then what's the problem? Why have you been ditching me? I want to know the truth," you said in a shaking voice.

Heeseung sighed, "It's just...well..."

"Well, what? Spit it out," you said pulling away from his chest and looking into his eyes. You had a feeling about what he was gonna say, but you wanted to be sure.

"I love you, but...more like a friend now...sorry," he sighed looking down at the ground as a tear fell from your eye.

"We don't have to stop talking to each other, we can still be friends," he said in an effort to calm you down.

"Do you think that's supposed to make it all better? Just be friends? Right? So when you start dating someone else I can't get upset because we're just friends now huh? I knew you didn't love me anymore," the words fell out just as easily as the tears.

"I never said that--"

"You didn't have to," you sharply replied. "Just go," you continued as you walked away to sit down in a chair.

"Sorry, y/n," Heeseung said as he left.

For the rest of that day, you cried...literally all...night...long. It felt like you were crying up until the point that Jungwon called you. Apparently, he had left "billions" of texts and you hadn't responded so he was worried about you. The last thing you told him was that you and Heeseung had broken up and you didn't want to talk about it at the moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked. It was still fairly early in the morning, but he sounded wide awake. You on the other hand sniffled with almost every word.

"It's just that...I don't...understand...y'know...like why doesn't he love me anymore?" you tried to keep yourself from crying as your voice crackled continuously. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you, okay. You're an amazing girl and he doesn't know what he just lost. Trust me...why would I ever lie to you?" Jungwon's words were comforting, and you appreciated his kindness. He has always been there for you, but right now, all that did was leave you feeling more confused.

"If I'm so great, then why'd he leave me?" you said, feeling the heat burn inside you again. You couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Even though you'd already been crying for hours, it felt like the pain from this heartbreak was suffocating you.

"Hey, hey, calm down. You don't need to be getting yourself all worked up over some loser--"

"But--"

"No buts. I'm coming over right now and I'm not leaving until you're over him. And I mean completely over him." Jungwon was a stubborn guy, especially when it came down to the people he cared about. He'd do anything for you and you loved him for that.

"Well, what if it takes me a month? Then what?" you sniffled.

"Then, I'll be there for a month."

"What if it takes a whole year?"

"Then, I'll be there for a year."

"What if it takes the rest of my life?"

"I don't care how long it takes for you to get over him. I just want you to know that you're not gonna be alone. I'm gonna hang up now, but I should be over in 30 minutes or so," Jungwon said shortly before hanging up. "That should be enough time for you to get...decent."

After the call ended, you looked around your bed to see random piles of snotty napkins balled up. You were only wearing your panties and a shirt that was barely big enough to cover your ass if you stood up. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were so puffy it looked like you had been in a fight...and you were the loser.

You dragged yourself out of bed to do a quick clean up before Jungwon came over. "At least I can pick up the trash..." you though to yourself.

You pulled on a pair of baggy sweatpants that only stayed up because of the drawstring you always had to tie in a bow. You went to the bathroom to wash your face with some cold water to--hopefully--reduce the puffiness. Luckily for you, the rest of your apartment was clean. Then again, you hadn't left your room since you broke up with Heeseung.

Unlike what he said, Jungwon didn't show up until an hour later with a bunch of bags.

"What's all that?" you asked as Jungwon walked through the door.

"Medicine," he said bluntly, carrying a bag in his mouth.

"Here, let me help you," you said taking some of the bags from him.

"I got all of your favorites," he said as he began unloading the bags. "Ice cream, cookies, popcorn, chips, soda, and...movies of course," he continued. "Oh, and I also bought us matching pjs with slippers and sleeping masks...even though we're probably not gonna get much sleep with all of this sugar," he chuckled.

You were speechless. You knew Jungwon was awesome, but this was perfect. All you could do was smile. "Thanks, Wonnie," you smiled.

"No problem," he smiled back. "Now, go change," he laughed.

Jungwon got dressed in the bathroom down the hall while you changed in your room. Afterward, the two of you huddled up on the couch for your 8-hour marathon of rom-coms and scary movies.

"Now, before we begin. There is only one rule," Jungwon said as he turned to face you.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"In order to properly heal. You are officially banned from saying his name from this moment on..."

"That's easy," you laughed.

"OR mentioning anything about him," he finished.

"NOTHING?! What if he calls me? Or what if I just need to get something off of my chest?" you stammered.

"IF and ONLY if you just have to talk about him...I will listen, but if he calls, don't answer. He left you, remember? Therefore he gave up all privileges to your free time," he declared raising a finger in the air.

"Okay and what if I break this said rule?"

"If you break the rules...there will be a severe punishment. Don't ask what it is because it will be different every time."

"Hmm...fine," you said before the two of you shook hands.

After about the 4th movie, you were starting to get a little sleepy. Jungwon noticed how your eyes grew heavy as you relaxed your head on his shoulder. "Y/N..." Jungwon began.

"Mhm," you hummed in response.

"I just wanted to say that I love you...and I always have. You deserve better than that dirtbag. I'll make him regret it..." Jungwon stopped as he noticed that you had already fallen asleep. "Ugh, what was I thinking," he whispered to himself.

You and Jungwon had been friends for just about as long as you could remember. And for a while now, he had developed a little crush on you. But once you started dating Heeseung, it was hard for Jungwon to be around you. Not because he didn't want to see you happy, but because he didn't want to see you happy without him.

Yes, this breakup was hard for you and he hated seeing you upset, but Jungwon knew that this was an opportunity of a lifetime and he wasn't gonna pass up on it.

You honestly couldn't remember everything Jungwon had said to you that night, but ever since then the two of you started hanging out more. It all felt like a dream, except for when he said, "I love you." That phrase repeated in your head almost every day.

It had been about 2 months before Heeseung spoke to you again. You were over at Jungwon's house when your phone rang.

Honestly, you had forgotten about the rule so you answered. "Umm...hi."

"Hey, Y/N. How're ya doing?"

"Uhh I'm good...why'd you call me?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe I was wrong ya know...I really regret breaking up with you. How about we meet up today."

"Today?"

"Yeah, or tomorrow. I just really want to see you."

"Really?" you tried your best to contain your excitement. You couldn't believe that he was actually saying this.

As you ended the call you noticed that Jungwon had been listening the whole time.

"Who was that?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"It was...Heeseung," you replied.

"Oh yeah? And what'd he want?"

"Nothing..." you lied.

"Really? Because nothing sure got you excited," he scoffed.

"Well...he wants to meet up with me," you sighed.

"For what?" you could tell that Jungwon was growing slightly more aggravated as you continued talking.

"He wants to get back together," you answered.

"Oh does he? I wonder why?"

"Well..."

"Go check your story," Jungwon spat.

"My story?"

"Yeah, go see who all saw it."

Recently, you and Jungwon had been posting all of the fun stuff you've been doing in your story and when you went to go look at the viewers you saw Heeseung was one of them.

"He saw it didn't he?" Jungwon asked tearing your eyes away from your phone.

"Yeah...so what. Lots of other people watched it too," you shrugged.

"Please don't tell me you're actually being this stupid right now," he sighed. "He's jealous. That's the only reason that he wants you...because he can't have you. I'm telling you right now if you were somewhere moping around he wouldn't have called you once."

"That's not true--"

"How do you know? Huh? How are you so sure that he loves you so much. You said it yourself that he started to push away from you. Someone who loves you won't do something like that. Now would they?"

You were speechless as Jungwon continued his rant.

"You know what? If you wanna see him then just go already. But don't come crying when you see that I was right," he said before grabbing his car keys.

"Where are you going," you asked in a quiet tone.

"I'm taking you to the mall, so you can have your little fairytale ending," Jungwon said as you followed him out to his car.

On the way to the mall, you thought about what Jungwon said. Was Heeseung really just interested in you because he thought you were taken or was it something else? Did he really regret leaving you?

After arriving, Jungwon sat in the food court, not too far from where you were going to meet Heeseung.

"Hey," Heeseung smiled as he opened his arms to hug you. "Hmm, I missed this," he said as he kissed the top of your head.

"So, what'd you want to talk about," you were cutting straight to the point. Yes, it felt nice to be wrapped in his arms. You really did miss him, but maybe Jungwon wasn't completely wrong.

"I wanted to talk about maybe starting over. I feel so stupid for leaving you," he said as he held your hands.

"Okay...well, tell me what you've been doing lately. It's kinda hard to know after you ghosted me," you said plainly.

"Heh. Yeah, sorry about that. I thought you wanted some space. But honestly, uhh, I really haven't been doing much. Just kinda in my room when I'm not at work y'know," Heeseung said running his hands through his hair.

"Hmm yeah, I guess."

"So...have you been talking to anyone recently?" Heeseung asked as the two of you walked side by side.

"Umm, not really," you replied, looking down at the ground.

"Me neither," he sighed. "But you look like you've been having fun," he continued, looking into your eyes.

"Oh, yeah. I've been spending a lot of time with my friend--"

"Your friend?"

"Yeah, Jungwon."

"Oh...that friend. Are you guys together or something?"

"No...like I said we're just friends."

"Great! Well, like I was saying on the phone, I think we should get back together. Since we're both single y'know."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Well, yeah. Until one of us finds someone better of course."

"Better?"

"Wait...that didn't come out right. I meant to say--"

"I've heard enough Heeseung. The only reason you want to get back together is because you haven't found a replacement for me. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think that you actually missed me."

"I do miss you. And I do want to get back together. All this time without you I realized how much I needed you in my life."

"Yeah right," you scoffed. "I know you've been stalking my page. You just want to make sure I don't move on without you. You wouldn't give a damn about me if I was fucking depressed."

"Come on. You can't be serious right now," Heeseung said as he tried to pull you in for a hug.

"No, Heeseung. We're not doing this shit again. I am not gonna let you make my life miserable while you wait to find someone better," you spat, pushing his arms away.

Jungwon watched the commotion from a distance, but once he saw it started getting physical he went over to see what was going on.

"Leave her alone," Jungwon said grabbing your arm. "Take a hint. She's obviously not interested in you anymore."

"Back off lover boy, this doesn't concern you," Heeseung said as he looked Jungwon in the eye. "Wait a minute. You must be Jungwon huh? I bet you couldn't wait for us to break up so you come bone her."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh don't play dumb. I know you've thought about it. You've just been waiting for the perfect opportunity to swoop in like some damn Prince Charming."

"Dude, you're making yourself look like a complete dumbass."

"I would shut my mouth if I were you," Heeseung cut him off.

"Really? And why's that?"

"Cuz I'll break your nose and dislocate your fucking jaw to the point that you're unrecognizable."

Jungwon pushed you behind him as Heeseung came closer. At this point the height difference was just that more obvious.

"You really think I'm scared of you?" Jungwon said looking Heeseung dead in the eye.

"I don't give a shit whether you're scared or not. I'll still kick your ass," Heeseung spat.

"Are you really stupid enough to do that in front of a cop," Jungwon smiled looking over to the mall security that stood a few feet away. "He'll be dragging your ass out here in handcuffs."

Heeseung scoffed before replying, "Whatever. Have fun jerking off to your fantasies. Believe me, buddy. She doesn't want you and she never will," he said as he stepped away from Jungwon.

"Wanna bet?" Jungwon said before turning to face you.

Before Heeseung could even reply, he choked on his own words as he watched Jungwon kiss you. The part that got him was how you didn't even reject it.

"Fuck this. Trust me, you'll be crawling back to me before you know it," Heeseung said before walking off.

You had been silent the whole time up until now. "Jungwon..." you said as he looked into your eyes.

"I've liked you for a long time, y/n. But don't worry. Nothing has to change between us. I just did that to piss your ex off."

"So, you didn't like it?"

"I mean...I did, but--" you cut Jungwon off with a kiss that soon turned into a small makeout session.

"I love you too Jungwon," you smiled.

"Woah...Where'd that come from?"

"I heard what you said that night, but I honestly thought it was a dream so I didn't make a big deal out of it until now."

Jungwon smiled even brighter before pulling you in for a hug.

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[smarteoasis]

❀ kinks the members would have + their favorite positions (ot7) ..

warnings : implied smut, no actual sex, degration, daddy kink, cnc, wax, over stimulation, quickies, size difference.

don't like, don't read.

heeseung - most likely to have a degrading kink, in which he degrades his girl during sex. likes hearing her cry as he calls her nasty names, even though it only turns them both on. big dick and proud, always hitting the right spots. doggy style so he can smack her ass whenever he wants.

jay - daddy kink. he cares for and loves his girl, spoiling her with gifts and affection. he also loves splitting her cunt open on his dick as she mewls his name and calls him daddy over and over again. prefers missionary so he can kiss her lovingly as she cums.

jake - consensual non consent (cnc). loves sneaking into his girls room at night when he's horny to fuck her while she sleeps. asks for permission the day before though. lazily and sloppily thrusting in and out in pronebone.

sunghoon - wax. as someone who's body temperature is always cold, he finds pleasure in dripping hot candle wax down his girls body as she yelps in pleasure and pain. it leaves marks, which makes his possessiveness rise up. cowgirl.

sunoo - over stimulation. whether it's him or his girl receiving, it turns him on alot. he's a sadist and cums faster when his girl cries as he keeps fucking her through her third orgasm. he might be tired, but his sex drive isn't. loves 69 so he can choke her with his dick while he eats her out for hours.

jungwon - quickies. not really a kink, but he gets boners really easily, so fucking his girl in a janitors closet during school seems suitable for him. often covers her mouth with his hand, sloppily thrusting into her cunt as his cum spills into the condom. against the wall so she stays in place.

riki - size difference. it's pretty obvious he takes pride in being the tallest member. tall = long dick. he especially loves it if his girlfriend is way shorter compared to him, tight cunt squeezing him just right. bouncing her up on his dick like she's nothing. leaves bruises in reverse cowgirl, gripping her hips and ass.

[goldenhypen]

against the wall 𓈒 ݁ ₊

pairing. enhypen ot7 x reader

syn. literally just kisses against the wall with enhypen :’>

genre + warnings. fluff? suggestive? making out,,, literally just making out against a wall help me

wc. 1.9k (0.25k/member average… with jake’s as the exception… as always…)

a/n. help this is the most straightforward and out there and random fic ever help why does the title keep catching me off guard- but the idea of it alone gives me butterflies so maybe reading this will for you too,, enjoy :’>

❤︎ ⎯ lee HEESEUNG…

“careful not to hit your head, beautiful,” he said, catching the wall with his palm as your back hit the flat surface. he let out a tiny chuckle with a smirk that you could barely comprehend because not even a second later, his lips crashed right back onto yours, continuing right where he left off in your little make-out session.

he took the lead, first adjusting to find the best angle, arm leaning over you as his other hand held your jaw, tilting your head for better access. but amidst the passion-filled movements of his lips, he always had a way of keeping you at ease, allowing you to enjoy every second of it.

if it wasn’t for your body being held between his and the wall behind you, you would’ve been swept off your feet a long time ago.

your lips fit against his perfectly like a piece to a puzzle. being alone with him, the room was silent other than the sounds of your heavy breaths and lips repeatedly smashing against one other.

and he continued kissing you until your lips were sore and your heads spun in a drunken daze.

you stared at him as he pulled away, your mind empty as you consumed the sight of him, chest violently rising and falling, his fiery gaze never leaving your lips. and you watched as he dove down for yet another round.

❤︎ ⎯ park JONGSEONG…

as you were getting ready for the day to hang out with one of your friends, your phone lit up with an unexpected message from your boyfriend: hey, love, are you home? i’m outside :)

what was jongseong doing here?

you responded: coming!

running to the door, you opened it expectantly, only to find that your boyfriend wasn’t there. confused, you searched around for a second before your eyes landed on him, leaning on his car parked in front of your house. you smiled and quickly ran over.

“what are you doing here?” you asked excitedly.

“i don’t know,” he paused. “i just missed you.”

he stood up straight, back now off his car as he walked closer to you. so much so, however, that it caused you to back up, bumping straight into the wall of the vehicle.

you gulped. “you could’ve just called me or something.”

your last words nearly got lost in your throat by the way jongseong’s body was now trapping you between him and the car.

he was so close. were his lips always this pretty?

“but calling you wouldn’t allow me to do this…”

with his eyes fastened on your lips, he brought a hand to your chin and immediately pulled you in to meet your lips with his.

your heartbeat quickened at the unannounced gesture, yet you couldn’t help but melt under his touch, kissing him back.

as he placed one hand on the car behind you to lean in closer, the other circled to the side of your face, tilting your head to find that perfect angle.

you don’t know what had gotten into him, but were you complaining? not. at. all.

❤︎ ⎯ sim JAEYUN…

a gasp ran past your lips as jake pushed you against the hallway wall, a look of desire in his eyes, yet he made sure to support you so that you wouldn’t get hurt—the way he was gentle with his hands but sharp like daggers with his eyes.

he pressed an unexpectedly delicate kiss against yours lips, starting out soft but quickly escalating to something much more passionate, taking your breath away within seconds.

he pulled away, both of you panting as you got lost in each others’ eyes.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” jake whispered as his thumb caressed your cheekbone, finding himself unable to pull away from your loving stare. he smiled, wondering how he managed to ever get this lucky.

you chuckled. “yes, you tell me that every day.”

he let out a small and breathy laugh before calming into a soft smile. “yeah.”

eventually, and using all his willpower, he teared his eyes away, only to examine the rest of your facial features, and with every passing second—every inch of skin his eyes ran over—the beating of his heart grew more apparent to his ear drums. and his immense love for you broke down every bit and piece of strength he had in his soul, and he couldn’t help it. he just had to kiss you again.

and that’s exactly what he did, and it took only mere milliseconds before his lips found their way back home to yours, right where they belonged.

you smiled into the kiss, secretly wanting and waiting for this moment just as much as he had been. you savoured every second of it.

yet no amount of time could have felt long enough for the two of you. he could kiss you for 12 hours straight, and you’d still instantly miss the feeling of his lips on yours.

so when he pulled away, it left you hungry for more.

“don’t stop,” you quickly let out before immediately pulling him by the collar and bringing his lips to yours, so soft and sweet.

❤︎ ⎯ park SUNGHOON…

closed eyes, shared breaths and lips moving in sync against one another, you felt the delicacy of sunghoon’s fingertips brushing along the front of your jaw, finding their way to the back to cup the side of your head. this slow and soft movement shot shivers down every part of your body, causing your heartbeat to race faster than ever.

your back was pressed flush onto the wall of your room as sunghoon’s body was to yours before he pulled away ever so slightly to readjust and tilt his head in a way to get better access, returning just as quick as he was to leave.

the taste of coffee and creamy chocolate from the tiramisu you shared at the restaurant earlier lingered on his lips, and you were enjoying every bit of it.

mouths still moving with one another, you ran your hands up his chest, but your limbs grew weak with every kiss, your fingers barely gripping the fabric of his dress shirt hanging over his shoulders.

you felt his other hand pressed into your waist somehow gently firm, using his grip to pull you impossibly closer.

when he separated his lips from yours, eyes glued to your mouth, he whispered as you took his breath away—figuratively and literally—“you don’t understand how much i love you.”

“no?” you asked innocently.

all he did was stare at you in response, you wouldn’t be surprised if this was him zoning out, mind only occupied with having his lips back on yours.

you whispered, “then show me, hoon.”

and those four words were all it took for the switch inside of him to flick, and in an instant, his lips were back on yours, the way they were meant to be.

❤︎ ⎯ kim SUNOO…

“hey, let’s try this trend i found,” your boyfriend said as he approached you, who was conveniently already leaning against the wall. “put your hands together for a sec.”

“hm?” you hummed, confused, but proceeded to follow along anyways. you clasped your hands together. “like this?”

sunoo nodded, satisfied.

“now wha—”

leaving you no time to process, immediately, your own intertwined hands were lifted up above your head at the same time your boyfriend pressed his lips against yours in what was easily the hottest kiss he had given you yet.

but he pulled away sooner than you would’ve liked, separating from you far enough to put your hands gently back down, but unable to let one of your hands go from his.

you pouted. and suddenly reality came crashing onto you and your face grew warm.

“w-what was that for?” you asked, with a shy smile, your voice weak.

“i thought the trend would be fun to do with you.”

“are you saying it wasn’t what you expected?” you asked, disappointment laced in your voice.

he paused. “oh, it was beyond what i expected.”

“so you liked it?”

he didn’t answer, and just gave you a smirk in response instead.

“then do it again,” you said.

and without a moment to spare, he quickly dove in for another kiss, bringing his hand interlaced with yours back up beside your head, body leaning into yours to get impossibly closer.

silly trend.

❤︎ ⎯ yang JUNGWON…

“hi, baby,” jungwon said as he watched you walk through the door, returning home, “i missed you.”

you let out a small laugh. “it’s only been an hour.”

“an hour too long,” he added as he made his way to you, his arms open before you found your way into them, realizing how much you had been craving his embrace all day.

he pulled away slightly, causing you to look into his eyes filled with a glint of desire you had never seen before.

“w—” and before you could barely make out a sound, he had already brought his lips to yours in the softest kiss he had ever given you.

it was a long kiss that started out slow but quickly grew faster and harder—much more passionate and fiery than earlier. before you knew it, your back was against the wall, his body pressed against yours, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

but after a few seconds, he pulled back, hands dropping to your waist as he cleared his throat with a look of guilt overcoming his features. “sorry, i—”

“won—” you started, “don’t stop.”

his face washed over with relief and he smiled before taking your face into the palms of his hands and kissed you again.

❤︎ ⎯ nishimura RIKI…

“you liked that, didn’t you?” riki asked you teasingly, his forehead pressed against your own—funnily, kind of like how your back was to the wall at the moment.

your recollection of how you two got yourselves into this position was blurry. the countless kisses he had already given you left you in a trance. all you knew was that you craved for more.

his eyes followed his fingers as they brushed your jaw, leading their way to your chin, before his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

you grew weaker with every touch of his skin to yours. why was he teasing you like this?!

“riki, just kiss me already.”

you would’ve said those words sooner if you had known that was all it would take for him to return his lips back to yours. in an instant, he was kissing you again, this time deeper and more passionate. it had a fire to it—or maybe that was the effect he had on you whenever he would treat you this way, causing a heat to rise and warm your face.

he rarely acted this way out in public—always feeling more comfortable showing you love alone in a more intimate matter.

but even so, rarely did it ever evolve into something like this: your body pushed against the wall of your home, his body pressed right into yours, missing your touch after a long and busy week for both of you.

but if it meant having to survive the toughest of days just to be with him, you’d live through them over and over again, because moments like this—time with him—made it all worth it.

with one last kiss, he pulled away ever so slightly, lips swollen and eyes in a daze as he whispered, nearly breathless, “we should do this more often.”

a/n. idk what’s up with my writing style lately but here you go :D hope you enjoyed :> i don’t write like this often so lmk what you think? :’>

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[yourislandgirl]

˚ ༘* A GOOD DISTRACTION ⋆｡˚ || 양정원 x fem!reader || smau

ib: me thirsting over jungwon’s shoulders

summary: your boyfriend realises the power his shoulders have over you, so in typical jungwon fashion, teasing ensues

genres: fluff, crack, teasing, idol!jungwon x non idol!reader, est. relationship

warnings: swearing/cursing, attempts at humour, very slightly suggestive, pet names, continuing my jungwon’s broad shoulders supremacy agenda, i will gather more people for this cause, beware

[archive]

a.n: computer, how do i bite jungwon’s shoulders? quickest route, no freeways

perm taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey — @kissmete — @jaylaxies — @tobiosbbyghorl — @hoondrop

+ 🏷️ : @taetebebe bcs of our convo in the notes !!

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[wonyoiz]

Jungwon sits on the edge of the couch, his legs spread wide, and his breath already coming in shallow pants. His eyes are half-lidded, watching your every move. As you take him deeper, his head lolls back against the soft cushions of the couch, a low moan escaping his lips. The moment you push yourself further, taking him as deep as you can, Jungwon’s body tenses. His hands fly to the back of your head, fingers curling gently in your hair, not to push but to hold on for dear life.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice raw and shaky. His hips involuntarily jerk forward as if chasing the warmth and the pressure, and he can't help but groan again. His eyes squeeze shut, and he bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep himself together as you continue to move. The way your mouth wraps around his dick, the sound of bobbing, and the pressure is almost too much. He can feel every inch of you taking him in, and it’s driving him insane. His head tilts back further, his throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow and gasp. His breaths come in ragged spurts, each one catching in his throat as you keep him on the edge, testing his control.

“Shit, just like that,” he rasps, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of desperation and awe. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair, as if you're the only one keeping him steady.

[riqomi]

KITCHEN ROMANCE ──── 엔하이픈

엔하이픈˖ 𝑓em!r .. g. fluff. suggestive ──── BOOKSHELF ( 1669 ) tw: kissing. lmk if there's more.

heeseung

the morning sunlight slants through the kitchen blinds, dust motes swirling in the soft golden haze. you’re standing at the island in heeseung’s oversized shirt — the one that falls to mid-thigh and smells like him. he’s pouring pancake batter into a hot skillet while you whip cream by hand, taking turns sneaking glances at each other and sharing sleepy smiles.

“careful,” he says, walking past and trailing a finger over your arm. “you’re gonna overwhip that.”

you hum in response, too busy watching him flip a pancake perfectly. “since when are you a breakfast expert?”

“since i started trying to impress you.”

heeseung grins at you, playful and lazy, like the world could wait.

you cross to him, sliding your arms around his waist from behind. he leans into your touch instinctively, head tilting slightly so your lips brush his neck.

“good morning,” you murmur.

he turns, hand on your cheek before you can pull away. his kiss is slow — thick with sleep and sugar and affection. your hands slide up his back, drawing him closer. he sets the spatula down blindly on the counter, both hands now resting low on your hips.

the scent of warm pancakes fills the air as the kiss deepens. he tastes like maple syrup and something entirely his — warm, grounding. you pull him in by the collar of his t-shirt, mouths moving together like it’s instinct.

when you part, you both exhale soft laughs.

“we’re gonna burn breakfast,” he says, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

“worth it.”

heeseung laughs, resting his forehead to yours. “let’s eat first. then i want more of that.”

you lean in, brushing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “pancakes and kisses. i like this menu.”

and just like that, the morning stretches on — sweet, slow, and golden.

jay

jay’s kitchen has that cool, laid-back vibe — vinyl records stacked in a corner, a guitar resting against the fridge. tonight, he’s cooking something simple but delicious: a homemade stir-fry with a spicy kick.

you watch him move with effortless grace, chopping and stirring with precision. his black shirt clings to his lean frame, sleeves rolled up, revealing lean forearms dusted with a faint shimmer of freckles.

“hey, pass me the garlic,” he says without looking up.

you hand it over, your fingers brushing briefly. jay’s eyes flicker to yours, a smirk playing on his lips.

“you know, the best part of cooking is the company.”

you grin, stepping closer. “is that so?”

he nods, sliding his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“yeah, especially when i get to steal a kiss or two.”

his lips find yours, slow and teasing at first, then deeper, full of warmth and a bit of playful fire. one hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek, while the other sneaks down to rest on your hip.

you melt against him, the stir-fry forgotten as the heat between you builds. his breath mingles with yours, and the scent of garlic and soy sauce becomes a backdrop to the moment.

when you finally pull apart, breathless, jay grins wider.

“we’ll finish cooking later,” he promises.

you laugh, tucking your face into his neck. “i’m okay with that.”

and just like that, the kitchen becomes your stage — a place for music, food, and stolen moments that feel like the sweetest song.

jake

it’s well past midnight. the kind of hour where silence fills every room and even the city seems to hold its breath. you’re both awake — not out of necessity, but because you just couldn’t sleep. instead, jake’s dragged you to the kitchen to make “emergency brownies,” barefoot and wrapped in one of his hoodies, sleeves too long on your arms.

the kitchen glows in amber light. there’s flour on the counter, a box of brownie mix open, and jake’s half-assembled ingredients scattered around. he’s humming a song under his breath, mixing with one hand, the other holding a mug of coffee.

“you really do drink coffee at midnight,” you tease, sipping from your own mug.

he grins, leaning against the counter. “what can i say? i like living dangerously.”

you step closer, peering into the bowl. “are those... chocolate chips or raisins?”

he feigns offense. “chocolate chips. have some faith in me.”

you reach for a handful and toss one at him. it bounces off his hoodie, and he gasps. “you did not just start a food fight in my sacred brownie hour.”

you laugh — and he sets the bowl down slowly.

“oh, you’re in trouble now.”

before you can escape, his arms are around you, spinning you against the counter. he looks down at you, his smile softening. "you’re dangerous."

your smile fades into something quieter, warmer. “so stop me.”

jake’s lips are on yours in a second. the kiss is warm, unhurried — like the whole world paused so he could kiss you properly. his hands are careful, but strong as they slide to your lower back, guiding you closer. you taste a bit of chocolate on his tongue, feel the slow exhale against your cheek when you deepen it.

you stay tangled in that kiss longer than you should — so long the oven beeps and the mix sits abandoned.

jake finally pulls away, forehead resting to yours, his voice low. “we forgot the eggs.”

“i forgot everything,” you murmur.

he kisses you again, slow and smiling. “we’ll bake after. stay here first.”

you do. in his arms, warm and caffeinated, midnight never felt more perfect.

sunghoon

the sun filters softly through the sheer curtains, bathing the kitchen in a warm glow. sunghoon is already there, chopping vegetables with focused care, but his casual shirt is unbuttoned just enough to tease the outline of his collarbone. you slip into the kitchen quietly, wearing one of his oversized shirts, your bare feet brushing the cold tile.

“morning,” he says without turning, voice low and a little sleepy.

you lean against the counter behind him, watching the way his muscles flex with each slice.

“you’re up early.”

“had a weird dream,” he admits, turning to look at you with a slow smile. “needed to make breakfast to shake it off.”

you step closer, running your fingers along his arm, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric.

“want some company?”

his eyes darken, lips curving. “always.”

you reach for a bowl of cherry tomatoes and toss one at him playfully. it bounces off his shoulder, and he chuckles.

“hey, you’re dangerous in the kitchen.”

you step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your head resting just under his chin.

“only with you.”

he spins you around gently, pressing his lips to yours — slow, deliberate. his hand cups your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone. the heat of the kiss spreads like wildfire, making your heart race.

the chopping forgotten, you both sway together in the middle of the kitchen, lost in the moment. when he pulls back, breathless, his forehead rests against yours.

“we should eat,” he murmurs.

“after this, i’m not so sure.”

he grins, eyes shining with affection. “me neither.”

and the morning stretches on, filled with whispered kisses and quiet laughter, the simplest moments becoming the sweetest memories.

sunoo

the kitchen is flooded with afternoon light, making everything glow with warmth. sunoo’s already bustling around, humming a soft tune as he chops fresh herbs. you’re perched on the counter in his sweatshirt, watching his every move.

“here, taste this,” he says, offering you a spoonful of sauce he just finished stirring.

you take it and grin. “perfect as always.”

sunoo’s cheeks flush, but he just smiles wider and leans against the counter beside you. “only because i have a good assistant.”

you nudge him playfully. “is that me?”

“definitely.”

you reach out, tracing lazy circles on his forearm. his eyes meet yours, sparkling with quiet affection. slowly, he leans down, lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s gentle and full of promise.

the world outside falls away as your hands find his hair, pulling him closer. the warmth of the kitchen, the scent of fresh basil and tomatoes, and the softness of his lips make time stand still.

when you pull apart, breathless, he grins. “food can wait a little longer.”

you laugh softly. “i’m okay with that.”

sunoo wraps his arms around you, and the afternoon stretches on with whispered secrets and stolen kisses, the simplest moments made unforgettable by being together.

jungwon

it’s a lazy afternoon, and sunlight streams through the windows, warming the small kitchen where you and jungwon have decided to bake together. flour dusts the air, settling on the counter and your cheeks alike. jungwon’s wearing a loose t-shirt, and you can see the slight crinkle of concentration on his face as he tries to follow the recipe.

“i think we missed the sugar,” he admits sheepishly, looking over at you with a playful grin.

you laugh, reaching for the bag. “you’re the best at missing the simplest stuff.”

he shrugs, pulling you close. “good thing you’re here to keep me in line.”

you smile up at him, hands resting on his chest. he leans down, brushing a gentle kiss over your lips — sweet, soft, and full of affection.

“come on,” he says, taking your hand, “let’s finish this and then i’ll make it up to you.”

the batter forgotten for a moment, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. his hands are warm as they trace your sides, and the kitchen is filled with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon mingling with his skin.

the kiss deepens slowly, the world outside fading away as you both melt into the moment. when you finally part, breathless, jungwon presses his forehead to yours.

“now, sugar — both kinds,” he murmurs, his eyes sparkling.

you laugh softly, pulling him down for one last kiss before you return to baking together, hearts full and spirits light.

niki

it starts on a rainy evening. the kind where the air is heavy and the city glows behind the foggy kitchen windows. you’re both barefoot on the tiled floor, ingredients spread messily across the counter: chopped garlic, vibrant bell peppers, chili paste, soy sauce. ni-ki’s playlist is playing low in the background — hip-hop beats that sync with the patter of rain.

he’s standing across from you in a hoodie and sweatpants, sleeves rolled up, brows furrowed as he watches you cut a cucumber — wrong.

“you’re butchering it,” he says flatly.

you raise a brow. “you’re bossy.”

“i’m just right,” he quips, stepping behind you to guide your hands. you feel the brush of his chest against your back as his hand wraps around yours, adjusting the knife with practiced ease.

the air shifts — quiet, heavy. his breath grazes your cheek.

“better,” he murmurs.

you try to keep cool. “you always this close when you teach someone to slice vegetables?”

his lips twitch into a smirk. “only when i want to kiss them after.”

you glance over your shoulder — he’s already looking down at you, gaze dipped, mouth parted just slightly. you turn to face him fully, hands still wrapped in his. his eyes search yours, then fall to your lips.

he kisses you, slow but sure — one hand on your waist, the other slipping to your neck. the kiss deepens quickly, your hands finding the hem of his hoodie. his tongue brushes yours with a soft groan, and you feel it — the spark, the heat, the pull. he lifts you onto the counter, standing between your legs, kissing you like he’s been holding back all night.

when you part, breathless, he presses his forehead to yours. “food can wait.”

you smirk. “but i’m hungry.”

he leans back just enough to smile. “then let’s work up an appetite.”

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[caramelpeaching]

boyfriend = wallet

they send you money without a reason

pairing. ot7 bf!enhypen x f!reader

genre. smau, fluff, suggestive

warnings. sex mentions, heeseung's freaky

[stariekis]

birthday boy.

pairing : non idol!jungwon + fem!reader . genre : fluff + suggestive . cw : kissing . wc : 2.9 k not proofread

— synopsis : celebrating his birthday with the people he loves the most ! with a tiny twist ...

— note : HAPPY WONI DAY!!! my brightest star ⭐🤲🏻 i love him so much pls he is everything to me ˙◠˙ hope he has an amazing day today and hope you guys like this one shot <3

He was having the most awful day ever. Even though it was his birthday he had to spend the whole day at the company alone and, on top of that, you and his members haven't talked to him for the whole day.

He wasn't really upset about his group mates but he felt pretty sad when he realized that you didn't texted him.

He didn't want nothing more than to come back home and spend some time for himself, being able to enjoy his 20 birthday and rest after such a tiring and kind of sad day was all he needed.

He finished all his duties at the company and finally it was time to go back home. Tiredness taking over his body as soon as he step on the van, almost falling asleep as soon as he sat on his seat.

Once he finally reached the entrance of his (and your) apartment he let out the biggest sigh, he needs to take a shower and lay on his bed as soon as possible.

But as he inserted his key to open the door he heard someone whispering inside os his apartment. He was confused, all the members where at their respective houses and you probably were sleeping. Or that's what he thought.

Finally opening the door completely he was shock when he made eye contact with the seven of you, his bearest best friends and his pretty girlfriend standing in front of him with balloons and a cake on your hands.

— 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BOY' shouted jake as jungwon dropped his belongings on the entrance and take off his shoes. Heeseung took the cake out of your hands as he watches Jungwon running towards you with his arms open.

You giggled as he hugged you, hiding his face on your neck leaving small soft kisses there.

— 'The surprise was also our idea you know?' said Sunghoon with a smirk on his face. All of you burst out laughing, Jungwon removed himself from your embrace pecking your lips before turning to his friends, giving them a big hug.

All of you moved to your living room to get the party started. After blowing the candles you gave him your present, he loves matching things with you so you gave him a pair of rings; one was a sun and the other one was a moon. He looked at you with the biggest smile on his face and, taking your hand, he place the sun one on your finger kissing your hand right after.

The hours kept passing and, after opening all the presents and having dinner together you guys decided to call it a night and the boys went back home.

As soon as you close the door you felt a pair of arms sneaking around you waist, hugging you from behind. — 'Thank you so much for this baby, i was having the worst day ever but its was completely worth it' Jungwon whispered in your ear.

You turned around now facing him, placing you hands around his neck you gave him a kiss. — 'Sorry for ignoring you Wonie, i was really busy preparing all of this that i didn't have time to text you' you said. He place one of his hand on your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

— 'You still have time to repay me for that ' the tone of his voice dropped a few times and now there was a smirk adorning his pretty lips.

You smiled, knowing perfectly what he meant with that. As much as you loved the boys you couldn't wait for them to be gone so you would be able to spend some time with your boyfriend. — 'Now that you mentioned it i actually have another present for you' you kissed him, this time the kiss was much intense that the other ones you shared, hearing him breathing through his nose and melting in your arms as soon as your lips touched his.

Your hands that once were around his neck were now grabbing the strings of his grey hoodie. You separate yourself from him and, pulling him by his collar, you started walking towards your shared bedroom.

Let's say he had the best birthday of his life.

[chlorinecake]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 — a yandere jungwon fanfic

𖤣 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jungwon forbid you from leaving the safe room while he was away at work, but your insatiable curiosities led you to discover secrets about his past that were better left unknown to you ~

𖥧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nudity, forced-ish kissing and touching, hickeys (?), abduction themes, swearing, mentions of guns and violence, slow burn, angst, not proofread ~

𖡼 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k ~ Previously and the next part

✎ note: In no way does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. I write purely for entertainment and creative purposes. Reader discretion is advised. 

YOU LAID YOUR head down beside Jungwon to rest, your ears still ringing as a side effect from his earlier and repetitive gunfire.

Cradling the shotgun in his hands, you thought back to the way his feline eyes keened in on his desired target, the weapon going off with sharp bangs as the surrounding air shattered with its force.

Your entire skull trembled each time he fired the trigger, wooden debris flying from the collisions.

“Wanna give it a go?,” he asked with the faintest smirk on his face, somewhat amused by your startled demeanor.

Jungwon helped you position your legs according to proper form, almost hugging you from behind as he helped you support the heavy weapon in your arms. His warm breath feathered against your skin as he whispered, “Once you've locked in your target, ease your finger into the trigger and shoot.”

You remember taking a deep breath, pointing the lens at a tall wooden plank just as a baby blue bird flew into frame, the gun's red light highlighting the creature's tiny body.

You tried moving the weapon away, but Jungwon's strength persisted around you, keeping your arms in place with ease.

“Jungwon,” you said so quietly that he almost missed it, his hold on you being predatory enough to make you feel like the prey. A glint of moisture blurred your vision as the song bird tweeted softly to itself, looking right back at you.

“I want you to shoot it, ____,” he whispered in a dull voice as if what he'd just asked of you was completely normal.

“Jungwon, I... no, I... I can't,” you pleaded, his grip on you tightening.

“It'll probably die tomorrow in this weather, love. If you can't shoot a bird, how can I expect you to protect yourself when I'm gone?,” he reasoned with you before stepping away from you, the sun hiding shyly behind a cluster of clouds as if it were also fearful of the sight to come.

“Do it,” was the last sentence you heard right before the loudest gunshot yet clashed with the calm atmosphere, your eyes shutting completely tight as you felt your finger sink into the trigger, the little bird and his evening song never to be heard again.

You felt Jungwon's hands sneak around your waist as you laid under the covers, his warmth still radiating onto you as he spoke the words, “I'm so proud of you today, love,” and drifting fast to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING came by quickly, the now recognizable scent of mixed herbs hitting your senses the moment you sat up on the bed.

Turning to your side, a cup of tea sat on the nightstand, a dainty yet old-fashioned brown paper bag sitting beside it.

“That's your breakfast, my love,” Jungwon said, breaking the silence. “I decided to stop by the café earlier and get some of those sandwiches you like. Hopefully they're still fresh,” he said from the corner of the room as he adjusted the collar of his freshly ironed shirt, admiring how sweet you looked upon waking up in his heart.

“Thank you, Jungwon, I really appreciate it,” you said with an almost natural smile, reaching for the cup of tea to take a small sip, “Is that why you got all dressed up?”

“No, actually... I have work today.”

Even though you and Jungwon had grown close with each other before took you to his garden, your prior conversations never answered the big question of what he did for a living.

“Oh... I understand that you've never told me this before, but I'm curious about what you do for work?,” you asked, looking into the warm and foggy green liquid that danced in your cup. He wasn't looking at you anymore anyway, so there wasn't a problem with you avoiding eye contact.

“Nice try, ____, but we made a deal yesterday, remember? No more questions till next week,” he smiled, finally looking your way now as he walked over to you, giving you a small hug. “I'll be back in a few hours, but you can always look out the window and do the 'sun test' I taught you. There's also lunch in the first drawer if you get hungry.”

He grabbed a chain connected to a set of keys from off the nightstand that you didn't even notice were there til now, his leather boots clicking with his footsteps as he walked away, looking back as if saying goodbye with his eyes before closing the door.

And just like that, you were completely alone, which didn't feel or seem as relieving as you wished it would.

It's not that you felt down about missing Jungwon's presence, though, it was more so that you knew today would be much longer than any other day you've spent on this secluded garden of secrets.

Even longer than the days you had spent outside under a bush, your vulnerable nakedness and the harsh forest conditions growing a stronger bond than your thirsted gums and grimy teeth.

Of all the things you had to be anxious about under such circumstances, “boredom” happened to be at the top of your list, compelling your hands to find the silver key Jungwon had so carelessly forgotten on the nightstand before he left.

Or was he testing me, you thought to yourself, observing the green string that hung from a hook in one of the key loop's.

The thought of the mysterious greenhouse suddenly dawned on you, and the memory of its glassy sage exterior captivated your mind for a second.

You remembered Jungwon's anxious demeanor as you brought it up to him, contemplating with your own logic and curiosity as to whether or not you'd give in to the voice that was pulling your feet to do the unthinkable.

The gravely forbidden.

You only had enough will power to fight the urges for a short hour before it became too much, your feet finding the cold bedroom floor as you held the key in your hand, wandering down the hallway and through the field of trees before making your way up the massive path that led to a grassy hill.

Precisely where the greenhouse sat.

Deep down in your foolish heart, you were fully aware of how senseless your actions were.

Even though you were currently suspect to many natural dangers that came with being in the wilderness whilst unarmed, the thought of Jungwon catching you right now was an even larger threat.

But somehow, you managed to climb up too far to turn back now.

Praying on the slim sliver of hope that Jungwon wouldn't come back early today, you took a deep breath, toying with the key in the lock for a few seconds before the door hinges gave in, the cold aura of the space greeting you as you stepped in to observe.

From first glance, it was an ordinary greenhouse, shelves of exotic plants lining most of the space and the gentle sun rays peeking through the domed ceiling.

Clink.

So stunned by the beauty of his indoor garden, your hip accidentally bumped into the mini wooden table standing beside a feminine mannequin, a black ink pen having fell on the floor and rolling away before you swiftly leaned down to pick it up.

You felt your heart thump in your chest like a drum, thinking of how easily that single pen could’ve given away that you’d been in here today.

Getting up, you went to place it back on the table before noticing a rough sketch tucked beneath a diary with Jungwon’s name engraved on it in hangul.

The sketch was of a dress, one ordained with elegant floral accents and delicate lace trimmings.

“Every flower ought to have petals,” whispered Jungwon’s voice in the back of your mind, warming your heart before sending shivers down your spine.

He was truly in love with you.

Dangerously, even.

You picked up the journal, not even considering what better-left-buried secrets could be hiding behind the black leather cover front.

Not even reasoning with logic anymore as you flipped past the first page, the sound of stiff, old paper crinkling the still silence.

And for the love of your damned curiosity.

Nothing intrigued you from the first few pages so you foolishly kept flipping, one by one until it became obvious that the diary was filled with unspoken love confessions you weren't meant to see, dated as far back as two years ago.

One entry in particular caught your attention, the opening line from April 11, last year, reading “Things weren't supposed to end this way.”

It appeared to be a letter to Jungwon himself, but at the same time, to another soul...

Or about another lover.

Your breath stalled in your chest, almost in denial of how quickly a new and much more horrific story was unfolding concerning the charming Yang Jungwon.

Your eyes scanned one last line before closing the diary, the note being from his most recent entry:

“To ____, my second chance... may we blossom harmoniously together.”

A series of numbers followed after that sentence, a red splotch of paint dotting a log of information you didn't quite understand at the time but the eery feeling you got was enough to let you know it couldn't have meant anything good.

Slam.

You closed the book, just as the sunlight outside began to dim with your emotions, the realization of how deep Jungwon's insanity ran wandering through your anxious mind, flowing as a dead river in a forsaken village, infecting every person foolish enough to come and drink of his stream.

You stumbled out of the greenhouse, running down the hill with your nightgown clutched in your fists, careful not to let the lower hem of your dress touch the earthy ground on your way.

Jungwon couldn't find out about this.

He couldn't know that you knew everything now.

You stopped to glance at the sun, noticing how it was just a few inches from meeting the peak between the two trees as he'd demonstrated to you before.

He was almost home, and it was beyond baffling that you'd even started to call this place that.

A home.

You finally made it back to the shed, your own lungs struggling to provide enough oxygen to fuel your limbs as you chugged the tea you'd forgotten to drink, plopping yourself on the bed with your hands holding your chest as the mere act of breathing became harder and harder.

Closing your eyes, you hoped that the darkness would somehow help you think of anything.

Anything else but the truth.

Whoever that girl was, you were certain that he'd killed her, and if you weren't careful moving forward, you could be next.

JUNGWON RETURNED FROM work on time, but it wasn't until about half an hour later that he made his way to your shared bedroom in the shed, an unreadable yet unmistakably dark look on his face the moment he saw you.

“How many more conversations must we have before my rules finally stick in your stupid little brain?” He asked in a stern voice, still wearing his work clothes, but his hair appeared different.

More disheveled... and sweaty.

“Jungwon, you just got back... Where is all of this coming from?” You inquired in the most polite voice you could muster, sitting up on the bed as your stomach felt five seconds from exploding.

Your mind was still a bit foggy because you'd just woke up, but you were still present enough to know you needed to choose your words wisely.

Did he found out? No, he couldn't have, you were barely even in there long enough to have messed up anything he'd notice.

“I need you to understand something, ____,” he said in a sharp voice, sitting beside you on the bed before continuing, “As long as you’re here with me, you’re no longer your own person. You’re mine. And that means no one else can have you. Not even yourself.”

“Jungwon, we talked about this-”

“And I agreed on one thing and one thing only… do you remember what that thing was?”

Your hands trembled in your lap as his words came out like darts, your mind too focused on fear to even keep up, “You’re not being fair-”

“Is it not beyond fair that I respect your wishes of keeping my hands to myself? Despite how crazy you make me feel?”

“I remember…. Wonie, and I appreciate your efforts to respect me,” you answered with a cracked voice as he caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand.

“And so do I,” he smiled, tilting his head at you, “but... you’re still afraid of me... aren’t you?”

You knew that Jungwon could be emotionally ambivalent at times, but you really couldn't figure out what had gotten into him today, and so suddenly.

You shook your head at his words, “Why would you even ask me something like that?”

“Because it’s true… I'm smart enough to know that.”

“Jungwon, please don't say tha-”

“God, here we go with your whining again,” he spat bitterly while shaking his head, “you’re pleading with me and I haven’t even threatened you... Just admit it! You’re fucking terrified of me-”

“I can't take this shit right now, Jungwon,” you interrupted him, immediately feeling your heart rate increase as you startled yourself with your own words.

Your own... honesty.

“I... I just… I didn’t mean to…,” you tried apologizing before he cut you off.

“No,” he said softly, getting off of the bed and kneeling before you, your words having touched a soft spot in his crooked mind, “Don’t stop, love... I want to hear what you have to say…”

Though, you’re not sure if the smile he wore was forced or not, it helped to soothe your nerves in an odd way. Jungwon’s behavior was always erratic like this. You never knew when to expect a switch in him, which is what always kept you on edge around him.

His hands massaged your ankles, the gentle yet sudden touches making you feel stiff.

“Please,” he nodded, coaxing you to proceed, despite how uncomfortably you felt with him touching you.

“Well… uhm… I was just…. I thought we were working on this... On us...,” you clarified, “...together.”

His heart lit up at your use of the word “us” as if it were a spark to the dull wick in his hardened heart.

“And we are, my love. But I must ask you to understand that you abide by my rules now,” he whispered, hands carefully inching up your calves as his thumbs drew circles in your skin, “can you trust my rules?”

You gulped at the question, fingers fumbling with each other as you forced yourself to say what he had to hear.

“I can try, Jungwon...”

“Good… and can you trust me?... Without trying?” He asked, hands halting their movements while awaiting your response.

“I…” your words got cut in your throat, part of you drifting off into a thinking that you actually could trust Jungwon. You felt like a foreign force was pressuring you to agree. Not his hands from the outside of you, but something within.

Was it the way he sat before you on his knees? The way his feline eyes stared back at yours, singing a sirenic song to your heart? Was it something in the tea you finished earlier-

“Speak up, love,” He pressed, somehow maintaining patience with you.

“I can… I trust you,” you said, looking in your lap before meeting his eyes again, which glimmered like honey.

Natures fluorescent sweetness.

“Then… can you trust me to kiss you?” He asked, voice almost inaudible given how quietly he spoke. Before you even gave an answer, you felt his warm breath ghost over your knee, looking back at you with seduction in his eyes.

He hummed in satisfaction at your submission, sealing the space between him and your knee with a kiss, his lips soft and wet as you felt the kisses travel, your gown being lifted up over your thighs as he left pecks along the inside of them, sucking slightly as if to taste you.

Your hands found his head, trying to push him away as his kisses turned into pinches, but he pushed your abdomen down, your back meeting the bed as his hands hooked beneath your knees, spreading you open for him.

“Wonie~,” you whined out, arching your back as you felt his warmth approach your clothed core, his lips kissing your sensitive spot before you whined out again. “That’s enough, please,” you said with an exhausted breath, chest heaving with emotions you couldn't even put a finger on.

He looked up to you, face embarrassingly flushed as his lustful demeanor softened into a smile, “Was I not good for you, love?”

“No, it was fine, Jungwon, I just… I had enough,” you answered with a breathy voice, the wetness from his lips still ever-present on your skin as you struggled to look him in the eye.

His sexual advances were starting to escalate by the day, and it was only a matter of time before he took the very last thing he treasured about you most:

Your purity.

“Okay, my love,” he said, pulling your gown back down and standing up, “maybe next time I can do better than fine.”

Fuck.

You simply nodded at his words, trying to calm your breathing as your cheeks grew as hot as the sun. Jungwon walked towards the door, looking back at you one last time.

“And by the way, next time you try sneaking out while I'm gone without my permission, make sure to lock the door back so I don't find out,” he said, all of that with a devious smile on his face as he closed the door, leaving you alone before going off to prepare your dinner a few rooms away from you.

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[jjennuine]

ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 HEADLIGHTS

◦ RIEPILOGO ─── a reluctant late-night car ride with the campus playboy, lee heeseung.

❪ 日语 ❫ playboy!heeseung & fem!rea 1OOO fluff suggestive pining ◜ᯅ◝ making out skinship playboy hee

notes 𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 back from writing hiatus……hello ! ◜•◝ also this is NOT proofread don’t expect it to be pls 😞

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the rain dripped on your skin, sending shivers through your body, goosebumps forming on your arms. a cold breeze swept over you, only making you regret the decision to let your friend take off without you.

you wandered through the rain-soaked streets, feeling alone after a party. frustration welled in you as your damp clothes clung uncomfortably to your body, a groan leaving your mouth, trying to ignore the cars driving by.

however, amidst the rain, one car stood out to you. a sleek black vehicle racing forward, coming to an abrupt halt the moment it approached you.

the epitome of a nightmare,the very definition of slutry and sin, and the campuses it boy, lee heeseung.

(⌒▽⌒more under cut)

“why are you alone, pretty girl?” heeseung teased, his tone a mix of flirtation and curiosity. his bambi-like eyes staring at yours with confusion as he took in your soaked figure, a brow raised as he rolled the car window down.

"you need a ride?" heeseung asked casually, his trademark seductive gaze fixed on you. "i can drive you home." his tone was light, but there was an evident suggestive in it, making you feel frustrated from his tone.

"i'm fine, thank you." you never liked heeseung, he had a new girlfriend every week and never once maintained a lasting relationship. it was clear he was a player, yet his good looks and charm seemed to blur his flaws in everyone else's eyes — except for yours.

you saw right through him, this wasn’t the first time he tried to lure you into his trap of sultry.

“you’re gonna get sick, plus, you live thirty minutes away” heeseung tried to reason — making you roll your eyes, clenching your jacket tighter as heeseung couldn’t fight the urge to chuckle at your stubbornness.

“how do you know where i live?” defensively, you glared at heeseung. “i’ve been there before, remember what happened after that halloween party?”

oh, and you forgot one last reason on why you despised and swore that you’ll never fall in love with lee heeseung.

it was after a haloween party — you were rushing through a bustling crowd. you remember falling in love with heeseung at first sight, he seemingly so perfect for you. he had a drink in his hand, looking at a girl with low eyes, seeming so alluring even without any effort.

feeling tipsy and drunk in love, you found yourself in a secluded room with the man you believed would be your dream come true, lost in the tension between you two.

but everybody knows one thing about heeseung. he never stays, but he’ll always linger around your mind.

frustrated with heeseung, you couldn’t string words together to express how badly you wanted to see heeseung miserable by throwing a table at his head, glaring at him further with resentment as you scoff, walking away to avoid losing your cool.

“please baby, just set your dying hate for me aside for one night” you walked faster, yet he drove to match your pace. “angel, it’s dark out.” you hated how sincere he looked, a warm and shining light reflecting in his eyes from the bright streetlights around you two.

yet, you couldn’t seem to deny him, your drenched body and the sweet look on his eyes making you stop for a minute. you hesitantly made eye contact with heeseung, sighing as you reluctantly nod, huffing as you enter the car, heeseung lending you a towel to dry your body.

as heeseung drove away, you couldn't resist staring at him. he resembled a fallen angel — beautiful and pure on the outside, yet, you knew it was all a facade. his lies were so sweet that they could rot anyone's teeth, so sweet that it could hypnotize anyone woman in love. it was like he possessed a power to make even the most empty promises feel genuine and sincere.

you sat in the passenger seat, the sound of raindrops falling against the window easing your nerves slightly. the silence felt comforting rather than awkward as you gazed at the road ahead, admiring the bright headlights illuminating the dark, rainy weather.

a few minutes of silence passed, and heeseung decided to break it. “what is it that you hate about me so much?” he asked with a boyish grin, looking at you with his bambi eyes — then hesitantly moving to your lips.

“well, first, you’re the most insufferable person i’ve ever met” heeseungs grin faltered to a lazy smirk, nodding as he urged you to continue. “mhm, and what else?” he murmured softly, his voice coy. “you've probably kissed over fifty women in the past month,” heeseung chuckled at your snarky remark, the sound of his laugh making you reluctantly feel butterflies in your stomach.

“well, I’ve actually only kissed three,” he replied with a lazy smile, making you feel a flutter from his messy wavy hair. heeseung hummed, fingers dancing on the steering wheel. “mhm, that’s pretty impressive for you,” you muttered, leaning against the seat relaxed.

heeseung couldn’t resist stealing glimpses from you, his gaze lingering shamelessly. his desire was clear, and he was determined to make sure you knew it.

"but you don’t hate me, do you?" he teased, and you scoffed, unsure how to reply. it was clear you didn't hate him, but you couldn’t let desire consume you again, no matter how strong the temptation felt.

"i know what you’re doing" you replied, surprised as heeseung thumb brushed against your wrist. confused, you tilted your head, observing him steer into an empty parking lot — not being able to read his face.

you recognized his little game, his familiar play of seduction. he’d seduce his next girl, get what he wants, then leave like it meant nothing to him. you knew it all too well, the cycle repeating over and over again. yet, this time, it felt different, it felt more — intimate.

heeseung leaned closer, the distance between your faces only inches apart. you felt his hot breath on your cold skin, and you couldn’t help but fall under his spell at the way he stared at your lips, the thrill eating you alive.

“this isn’t a good idea…” you whispered, soft enough that heeseung could hear you. “then tell me to stop.”

you couldn’t fight the urge to connect your lips with his, the thrill to do something wrong enveloping you, wanting nothing more than to close the distance. the desperate look in his eyes, his hand that’s sneaking down your waist, and his plump soft lips catching your attention — you couldn’t say anything but the word “yes”.

you replied with a yes, and heeseung gently brought a hand to your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear before connecting his lips with yours.

the kiss was nothing more than desperate and filled with desire. he leaned you against the side of your seat and his lips on yours felt addicting, like a drug. he gently fist your hair in his hands and pulled you in deeper, making you gasp when he gently bit your bottom lip.

this was a bad idea, but you couldn't stop. he was alluring, and he pulled you in just like he wanted. it was too late to turn back — and now here you are, making out with the campus playboy you swore you despised.

[won4youu]

Kiss Cam.

pairing: bsf!jake x downbad!reader

genres: fluff, suggestive?, idiots to lovers(sorta)

wc: 5.7k

warning: well there's a kiss cam involved so they kiss 🤭, use of cuss words, also idk anything about American football so I'm sorry if there's anything wrong about it lolol

a/n: this has been collecting dust in our drafts for wayyy too long lol soooo if you like it please reblog and consider following!

written by both @raven-naaaaa and @theaspen

You know that feeling when you look at your best friend and your heart skips a beat, and their smile makes you smile and the entire world seems to fade into the background and it feels like it's just you and him in the room?

Yeah, apparently not everyone felt that way about their best friend. But..you did.

Jake Sim made you so goddamn happy.

Whenever his eyes searched for yours in every crowded room, and the instant smile that accompanied his starry eyes when he recognized your face, your heart did a little tap dance.Either you were projecting your thoughts onto him or just maybe, he liked you too.

But here's the thing, you don't think “like” would do justice to the feelings you harboured for the boy, and using the big L word made your insides cringe.

You've never been in love before. Crushes? Sure, you've had those. But these huge feelings? Those selfish instincts that came over whenever his smile was shared with everyone else as well? Was that normal? You didn't want to know.

"Hi __," his voice is warm and familiar. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you into one of those hugs you've come to love.

"Hi Jake,” You greet him back. Internally scoffing at yourself. Because practically anyone could hear the giddy smile that accompanied your voice.

Jake pulls you even closer, if that was even possible. Smiling into your shoulder as well. It's been a few seconds, but his hands still linger on your waist and when he pulls back you can still feel his touch.

Jake's touch is gone, but your heart still feels that stupid annoying rush. You ignore it completely, because honestly? The intensity of your feelings scare you, and the way Jake throws you the yearning glances scare you even more. In fear that you're probably just being delusional all by yourself.

"You look good," he tells you as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You don't try to fight his touch. If anything you lean into it.

Jake seems to have noticed that- his thumb traces some invisible shape on your cheek, eyes so full of adoration.

"Thank you," you reply bashfully. Somehow you could never be nonchalant and cool to him like you are with others. And it pisses you off.

"Come on, let's get to our seats," he says, holding your hand and dragging you through the semi crowd and toward the seating area.

Coming to a football game would definitely not be your first choice, but here you were, with Jake because Heeseung “dropped out” at the last minute and he needed some company.

Okay, here's the deal. You didn't know much about football, but you just came along because well, you're a fool in love.

You didn't mind it honestly, because if watching some dude run around the field with a ball made Jake happy, you'd sit through it for however many times he wanted.

So there you were sitting mindlessly nipping at your sandwich.

“___, the first quarter is done,” Jake grins as he sits down beside you.

“How many more of these do I have to sit through Sim,” you fake whine as Jake laughs beside you.

“You do realise you didn't have to come along with me right?” He chuckles, throwing an arm across your shoulder.

“And leave you here all by yourself to look like a loser with no friends?” You scoff, giving him a smug look, “I'm practically saving your reputation here Sim. A thanks and a lifetime supply of chocolate muffins would do.”

Jake simply rolls his eyes at your faux uppity look.

You shift in your chair as you look around the field, “What do people even do in these breaks?” you ask.

Jake points towards the huge screen that was displaying the results a minute ago.

“See that,” you hum mindlessly, “that is a kiss cam. So during the breaks, people usually just look at other people snogging each other.” You snort at his words and look at the screen. As if on cue, the camera points towards a young couple. The couple share a flustered look before pecking each other and the entire stadium erupts into cheers, and you couldn't help the smile on your face.

“That's so cute…but also lowkey weird, what if it points towards siblings? Or like friends? Wouldn't that put them in an awkward position?” Your question is genuine, but Jake only hangs on to one thing you said.

“Friends?”, he parrots, as his cheeks flush pink, “like us..?” His voice is low, but you catch onto it. Your face heats up at the thought of kissing him. You lock eyes with the boy. There was something so magnetic about his eyes.

You let out an awkward chuckle, “I mean, we don't have to worry about that, no?” You force out a laugh, fiddling with your fingers. “It's not like the camera is gonna point at us.”

“___,” Jake whispers, “you might want to look at the screen.”

Well, fuck.

The camera was pointing towards a very familiar young couple, well at least they looked like a couple on screen. You swore to God your heart was going to jump out of your rib cage. You turn away from Jake, avoiding the camera and Jake laughs awkwardly, crossing his arms to sign ‘no’, which had the audience booing at the two of you.

Thankfully, the camera quickly pans towards another couple, who seem more than happy to kiss each other.

Jake breathes a sigh of relief which you don't miss. Your chest heaves a tiny tiny little bit in disappointment.

Luck definitely wasn't on your side today because soon after, the camera panned towards you and Jake. Again.

Jake laughs as he signs ‘no’, earning more boos from the crowd. You looked up at the screen and noticed that the camera was still on the two of you.

You don't really know what got into you, maybe it was the consistent booing by the crowd that finally tipped you over, because one second you were looking at Jake on the screen and the other your hands were on his face as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Sim, I'm going to kiss you,” you rush as you pull him towards you, “If you don't want this tell me now.” He doesn't really remember much of what he said. All Jake remembers is the feeling of his lips on yours.

He could have sworn he heard fireworks when you pulled him closer and crashed your lips against his. Your lips were soft against his and there was a sense of longing in them. God, you drove him mad.

He lets out a groan as his hands find company at your waist, pressing and feeling your skin. He couldn't believe this was happening.

You couldn't believe it either. The moment his lips were on yours, it felt like it was just the two of you in the stadium, but unfortunately, the loud cheers of the audience brought you back to your senses as you heaved against his chest, him burying his head into your neck.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I've waited for that,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your back. “Yeah?” You look up at him with a flustered smile.

“Yeah.” He says, gulping. The rosy flush on his cheeks still present. The camera isn't pointing at you two anymore and the game has already resumed again. But the two of you can't help but continue to act like giddy idiots.

You're definitely gonna have to thank Heeseung for dipping out on Jake today.

[woniehugs]

OPERATION: FUCK SIM JAEYUN.

—✧ summary: as a student, you were a huge academic overachiever, always wanting to excel in class and get the highest grades. as a teenage girl, you wanted to get some hardcore action. academics were stressful, and you needed an outlet for that stress. besides, it’s your second to the last year in high school. what could possible go wrong if you deviated and have a little fun? you’ve had your eyes on one guy for a while now, sim jaeyun. the handsome guy, the star soccer player, good at physics. now, you now had another goal aside from finishing the school year as the top student: fuck sim jaeyun. one day, you get partnered together for a project, and one thing led to another, you end up in his bed. this might just turn your life for the better… or the worst.

—✧ pairing: jake sim x y/n

—✧ genre: highschool! au, fluff, pining (mutual? you’ll see), friends with benefits, casual relationship, smut (in later parts)

—✧ a/n: i’ve been thinking about this plot for soooo long now and i really want to write it so here i am haha. this story will be split into two parts (you’ll understand why soon) each part with a vague number of chapters for now. depends on my mood, i’ll be writing and posting the chapters whenever since i’m pretty busy. but i promise, i will finish writing this because this is the plot i’ve been both daydreaming and sleeping to at night. this’ll be my outlet for my stress from academics ;)

—✧ taglist: @youreverydayzebra @witheeseung @w3bqrl @renjuns-grillfreind (cant be tagged) @freakywonbin , @enhafika , @enhacolor, @woniebuns, @cyberstephzz, @sumzysworld, @woniefull, @aanniikkaa, @faithnsstuff, @wonnienyang, @wonlluvie, @slut4hee, @hwaluvrsblog, @jakeswifez, @jiryunie, @nikibleist , @friurt, @jungwonsstrawberriesnchocolate, @jakesimfromstatefarm, @lolddhfsdcvff-blog (cant be tagged), @my10monthslovesimjae, @heefever, @milanco, @khaisdrz, @cha-raena, @khaisdrz , @milanco , @bananna-12 (cant tag), @ilovejakesimsm (cant tag), @enhypenlovre, @simjaeyunswifee, @shawnyle, @hoonieluv, @niniissus, @bookloversomuch . send an ask or comment if you want to be added!

SHORT PREVIEW:

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you pull away from jake, panting, trying to catch your breath. you hear him breathing in the same pace as yours, and your brain short-circuits for a moment. you couldn’t believe what the hell just happened.

who the fuck leaned in first?

was it me? him?

and why did i enjoy it so much?

“s-shit, i…” you try to say, clearing your throat. you weren’t so sure what to say after that. wow? you’re an amazing kisser. we should do this more often! oh no you would sound insane. but then again, you were never even sane in the first place.

jake continues to stare at you, still trying to catch his breath. he looks at the unfinished project beside you, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling. you notice this, raising an eyebrow, “what are you smiling about? is this funny to you? we just—“

“yes. we just made out. in my bed.” he cuts you off, looking you in the eye once again. you wanted to look away, growing shy under his gaze, but you find yourself not doing so. “didn’t think you were capable of that. always thought you were the saving yourself after marriage type of girl.”

your eyes widen in surprise, pushing him off. “e-excuse me! you act like you just fucked me in your mattress, which you didn’t, and we won’t ever do!” partially a lie. now that he mentioned it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that scenario now after that incredible almost experience. “and besides, i am that type of girl. i have huge respect for myself.”

jake smiled even wider at your response, “right. i’m not saying you don’t. but i gotta say, i wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

did you hear that correctly? did he just say he wouldn’t mind doing that again?!

well, to be fair, you honestly wouldn’t mind either.

you shake your head, “oh, shove off! let’s pretend that never happened. keep that between us.” you point a finger towards him, “say a word to anyone else and i will cut your balls off. that isn’t a threat, it’s a promise.”

“oh y/n, i know better than to disobey you.” jake replied, holding your hand in his and pressing a kiss to the finger you pointed at him. you could see the mischievous glint in his eye and you wanted nothing more than to slap (kiss, no, scratch that) smirk off his face, but that would mean you were in the losing round in a game that was never played in the first place.

not yet at least. oh god, what the hell were you thinking?

you gulp quietly, nodding at him, and quickly turned to the project in front of you. “right. we’re finished with our short break, l-let’s continue working. we’re not nearly done with this.” great. distract yourselves from what happened. that’s a good idea. put it all behind you and him.

you couldn’t exactly look him in the eye when saying that, so you could probably guess all that jake heard from you was blah blah blah. fortunately for you, jake hummed beside you and continued to work, acting completely oblivious (or so you’d like to assume) to what you were feeling right now.

once you went home, you were going to spend the whole night thinking about this. not just about what happened, but what jake responded to your embarrassing outburst.

“right. i’m not saying you don’t. but i gotta say, i wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

now why on earth would he say that to you?

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chapter list! (tentative)

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

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