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pshbites · 5 months ago

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BEWITCHED ━ ksn

pairing : librarian!sunoo x fem!reader genre : strangers to lovers, like at first sight, fluff warnings : none! synopsis : sunoo lived a quiet life but what happens when he meets someone who just bewitches him wc : 0.6k a/n : this is for roni (happy belated bday) first sunoo work WOO!!!

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sunoo felt like a stalker. it wasn’t like he meant to keep following you but the shelves you kept going to just happened to be the ones he had to rearrange. he glanced over to you, skimming through a page of this random sci-fi/thriller book you picked up. he smiled softly, admiring your features. the way your hair sat so perfectly or how you pursed your lips, focusing on the plot of the book.

you were gorgeous to put it simply. you caught his eye the second you walked in and something about you just drew him to you. he didn’t know how or why, it was like you bewitched him. sunoo looked away and looked at the bookshelves again, trying to distract himself.

“you’re not slick, you know that?” you said, putting the book back on the shelf and turning to sunoo. “i.. i wasn’t like following you or anything” sunoo sputtered out, cheeks flushing into a soft pink. “mhm.. have fun rearranging those books” you said, smiling softly then walking past him to leave. once he heard the bookstore door open and close he let out a breath he was unknowingly holding. never again, he thought, sighing as he went back to rearranging the shelf.

…

a couple days had passed since the bookstore incident and the only thing on your mind was him. you had noticed he was following you throughout the store and at some point you looked his way. he was so pretty, everything about him was so pretty but you couldn’t figure out why, like he had bewitched you. it did weird you out a little but you figured out he was admiring you, like when he kept glancing at you as if you didn’t notice, cute.

whatever spell he had on you was working because here you stood, in front of the same bookstore from last week. you entered and smiled softly at the same boy who was now behind the counter. he smiled back but it seemed that maybe he didn’t recognize you. you sighed and went to the same shelf you left before.

sunoo smiled to himself as you disappeared behind the shelves. you were back, he was sure he would’ve scared you away after the encounter you two had. he drummed his fingers on the counter, in anticipation that you would hopefully check out a book. that way he could just see you closer. he didn’t know why he was acting this way, just something about you. whatever, sunoo thought, distracting himself with logging in orders.

you picked up the very same book you left previously and walked over to the register. sunoo smiled softly at you then looked at the book, this was his chance to make a move, he thought. oh? the book from last week? no that’s too weird.. fun book i’ve read this one well no he hasn’t read it. can i have your number now his brain was just spewing out anything.

“last week from book?” he sputtered out, cheeks flushing at what he said. you looked at him, trying to hold back a laugh. sunoo pursed his lips and looked down at the keyboard, logging in the check out. he slid the book towards you along with a slip of paper. “sign there and you can head out” his voice was softer, probably because he was embarrassed.

you scribbled your signature and slid the paper to him, smiling softly as you picked up the book and left the store. sunoo sighed and flipped over the paper to reveal something unexpected.

‘you’re cute! text me at xxx-xxx-xxxx - yn’

sunoo smiled softly and put the piece of paper in his pocket. if anyone else were to say how sunoo acted the rest of the day, they would say he had a permanent smile glued onto his face.

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uolarieclosed · 11 months ago

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kim sunoo ☆ ! thinking about you

━━━ in which a fake relationship blossomed with a base of true feelings …

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who asked you to be his fake girlfriend because his mom wouldn’t stop pestering him about getting a date for the family wedding they’re attending.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who couldn’t stop staring at you in your pink dress, shoving his shaky hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“you look gorgeous,” he whispered into your ear as he opened the door to his car—smiling to himself when he saw you blush.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who picked you out of all the girl pining on him because he knew that what he felt for you would bloom sooner or later.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who slow danced with you under the stars.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who gave you his name tag the following day at school, kissing your cheek before he ran off to the baseball field.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who never expected you to reciprocate his feelings until he found a baseball with your confession on his desk.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who carries your lunch tray to your table, sitting separately from his friends so he can listen to you talk about your day.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who takes you somewhere secluded to see the stars after a bad game—reminding him of the night he truly fell in love with you.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who takes you on small dates at least every weekend. it didn’t matter if it was supposed to be his rest day from baseball.

“sunoo, why don’t we stay at my place?” sunoo shakes his head, tugging you behind him. “i heard the new makeup line that you like just dropped. let’s go buy some.” he slugs his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple—silently thanking you for looking out for him.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who gives you his letterman jacket, being the only player to not have his because it’s around your shoulders.

“won’t you get in trouble?” you frown as sunoo slides your hands through the sleeves. “i can always get another.” sunoo ruffles your hair with a complete lovestruck grin.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who texts you good morning and good night even after his long practices.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who embarrasses you in front of everybody because he likes when you hug him to hide your hot face from everyone.

“there’s my pretty angel! let me kiss you!” sunoo throws his arms up, his huge smile evident from across the hallway.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who can get a bit mean during disagreements, however he’s just trying to get his point across even if it’s harsh.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who loses every hit because he knows you’re not in the stands watching him.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who stands out in the rain until you forgive him, which you do because he get’s annoying when he’s sick.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you tug sunoo’s drenched jersey, hoping to pull him inside but instead he wraps his arms around you. “i’m sorry i said all of those things, you’re always going to be the one more me, always. you’re my girl.”

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who won’t let you go the next morning, burying deeper into your pillow and leaving wet kisses along your neck.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who draws your name in the sand with his bat, pointing back at you.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who will get in a fight with anyone who bad mouths you or tries to make an advance towards you.

“you know i’m the one she lays next to every night, right?” sunoo shoves the kid, feeling a bit too proud of himself.

BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who was set on you being his one and only.

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arxiwon · 3 months ago

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i don’t know if you write crack fics but i think a crack fic with bestie!sunoo would be very cute and funny! maybe something like bestie!sunoo plotting to help you get together with another member (you can pick who), all the shenanigans that come with that, and him being content and smug that he successfully set you guys up together in the end.

Operation: Get My Bestie a Boyfriend (or Else)

Pairing: Bestie!Sunoo X Reader x Jungwon

Genre: Crack, Fluff, Bestie Shenanigans, Matchmaking Gone Wrong (but Also Right)

Warnings: Unhinged bestie behavior (Sunoo is a menace), secondhand embarrassment, lots of screaming, chaotic matchmaking schemes

Sunoo has had enough of your hopeless romantic delusions.

For months—no, years—you’ve been pining over Jungwon like he’s the male lead in some painfully slow-burn K-drama. And for just as long, Sunoo has watched in agony as you refused to make a move, instead opting to admire Jungwon from a distance like a shy middle schooler.

And honestly? It’s pathetic.

So Sunoo, being the kind and generous bestie that he is, takes matters into his own hands.

“Listen up, dumbass,” he announces one day, slamming his hands onto the table where you’re sitting. “You and Jungwon are getting together whether you like it or not.”

You blink at him, mid-bite of your sandwich. “Huh?”

Sunoo sighs dramatically, rubbing his temples like you’re giving him a migraine just by existing. “You’re a lost cause.” Then he leans in, eyes shining with determination. “But lucky for you, I’m a matchmaking genius.”

And that’s how Operation: Get My Bestie a Boyfriend (or Else) begins.

Phase One: The "Accidental" Run-In

The plan is simple: You will bump into Jungwon in a totally natural, completely unsuspicious way, and he will be so mesmerized by your presence that he’ll fall in love instantly. Easy. Foolproof.

Except, somehow, you miss your cue.

Sunoo is standing behind you, whispering, “NOW. WALK INTO HIM. RIGHT NOW.”

And you, being the disaster that you are, panic and instead trip over your own feet—launching forward at full speed.

You don’t just bump into Jungwon. You full-body tackle him to the ground.

Silence.

Sunoo stares in horror. Jungwon groans beneath you. You want to die.

“…Are you okay?” Jungwon finally asks, voice breathless. Not from love, unfortunately. From having the wind knocked out of him.

Sunoo facepalms. "This is worse than I thought."

Phase Two: The Classic Damsel in Distress

After the first attempt's catastrophic failure, Sunoo decides to fake an emergency so Jungwon can swoop in and "save" you like the gentleman he is.

The plan: Sunoo will “accidentally” spill water all over you, and Jungwon will heroically offer his jacket, thus sparking a romantic moment.

What actually happens:

Sunoo throws the water way too aggressively.

You get drenched and blinded.

You flail dramatically and end up knocking over an entire tray of food… onto Jungwon.

Now, instead of romance, you’re both standing there, looking like drowned sewer rats while Sunoo is crying from laughter in the background.

Jungwon blinks at you, dripping wet. “So… do you wanna share the jacket, or…?”

Sunoo groans. “YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GET SOAKED TOO!”

Phase Three: Jealousy Tactics

After the first two failures, Sunoo switches to desperate measures—making Jungwon jealous.

Which is how you end up pretending to flirt with Sunghoon.

Now, this would’ve been a genius plan if you had any flirting skills whatsoever. But unfortunately, you don’t.

“Wow, Sunghoon, your… arms exist.”

Sunghoon squints at you. “Thanks…?”

Sunoo facepalms. Jungwon, unfortunately, isn’t even paying attention.

You panic and blurt out, “I mean, um, I bet hugging you would feel… warm?”

Sunoo looks like he’s about to physically drag you out of existence.

But then—finally, FINALLY—Jungwon reacts.

“Excuse me,” he says, grabbing your wrist and yanking you away from Sunghoon like a man on a mission. “We need to talk.”

Sunoo fist-pumps in the background. “YES. FINALLY.”

Phase Four: Success

Jungwon drags you outside, eyes narrowed.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

“You and Sunoo have been acting weird all week. The tripping, the water, the… weird thing with Sunghoon?” He crosses his arms. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“…Maybe?”

Jungwon stares at you. Then, to your absolute horror, he laughs.

Like, full-on chuckles with his stupid cute smile.

“Why didn’t you just say something?” he asks, and your brain short-circuits.

“…Huh?”

Jungwon shakes his head, amused. “I’ve been trying to ask you out for months.”

You choke on air.

Sunoo, who has been eavesdropping behind a tree, SCREAMS.

“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!” he shrieks, running over. “I WENT THROUGH ALL THIS STRESS FOR NOTHING?!”

Jungwon shrugs. “I was waiting for the right moment.”

Sunoo throws a tantrum.

You, meanwhile, are still frozen in shock. “You… like me?”

Jungwon grins. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

“No, actually,” you mutter.

He chuckles, then reaches for your hand. “Well, if Sunoo’s matchmaking madness didn’t scare you off, how about I take you on a proper date?”

Your brain malfunctions. Sunoo squeals. Jungwon is adorable.

And finally—after way too much chaos—you have a boyfriend.

Sunoo, watching proudly from the sidelines, wipes a fake tear from his eye.

“My work here is done.”

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callikari · 1 month ago

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OFF ╰┈➤ THE SCRIPT

PRECIS 。 "then let's write something new."

김순우 x fem!reader 648 fluff co-stars to lovers ─ mild emotional tension mutual pining very soft and safe ( no angst !! ) made this for my @saefy > <

REBLOG FOR A KiSS

it starts with a casting call.

you get the role of the female lead in a coming-of-age romance drama — your biggest break yet. and the male lead?

kim sunoo.

idol-turned-actor, known for his expressive eyes, soft voice, and a smile that makes your director go, “he doesn’t even have to speak. he just feels like a love story.”

you’re nervous.

not because he’s famous — though he is — but because the script says you’re supposed to fall in love with him.

and you’re worried you might do it too easily.

from the beginning, sunoo is easy to like.

he remembers everyone’s coffee orders on the first day of filming. calls you by your character’s name even off-set, just to help you “stay in the zone.” makes silly faces behind the camera to help you nail your crying scene.

he’s professional. thoughtful. kind.

he’s also infuriatingly good at what he does.

in every scene where he’s supposed to look at you like he’s falling in love, you find yourself holding your breath.

because it feels real.

like you’re not acting at all.

one night, you’re filming a scene on a rooftop — your characters’ first kiss. the script says you’re supposed to hesitate, nervous, unsure… until you look at him. and everything changes.

“trust me,” he whispers, in character.

you look into his eyes.

and for a second, you forget the cameras.

you don’t kiss for real that night — the scene cuts right before — but something shifts.

afterward, when you’re both sitting on folding chairs with script pages in your laps, sunoo nudges your knee gently.

“you okay?”

you nod. “just tired.”

he looks at you for a second longer. “you’re doing really well. i hope you know that.”

you blink. “thanks. i’ve been trying not to mess up your close-ups.”

he laughs. “my close-ups are better when you’re in them.”

your heart stutters. you hope he can’t hear it.

weeks pass. the drama wraps. the last scene is quiet, bittersweet — your characters walk separate ways in the rain, looking back only once.

the director yells “cut,” and the crew claps. the project is over.

but sunoo doesn’t move.

he’s still looking at you.

and even when they hand you flowers and you smile for press photos and thank the writers and staff, a small part of you keeps circling back to that moment on the rooftop. that almost-kiss. the look in his eyes when the cameras stopped rolling.

you don’t expect to see him again so soon.

but a few days later, he texts you:

sunoo: hey.

sunoo: i found a spot that looks exactly like the fake cafe we filmed at.

sunoo: wanna grab coffee and pretend we’re still acting?

you laugh, but your fingers tremble when you type:

you: only if i get to order for you this time.

sunoo: deal. but i’m paying. actor privilege.

the cafe is small and quiet. sunoo sits across from you with his chin resting on his hand, smiling like he already knows how this ends.

you stir your drink to keep your hands busy.

“do you miss filming?” he asks.

you nod. “yeah. weirdly a lot.”

“me too.”

there’s a pause.

then he says, “i kept thinking about that rooftop scene.”

you look up.

his voice is soft. “i wasn’t acting.”

you freeze.

his eyes meet yours, warm and nervous.

“i mean, i was,” he adds, “but only because it felt easy with you. too easy. like it was already there.”

your chest tightens. “sunoo…”

he laughs nervously. “sorry. i know this is out of nowhere. i just didn’t want the drama to be the end of our story.”

you take a breath.

reach across the table.

and smile.

“then let’s write something new.”

falling in love on set was never part of the script.

but you’re pretty sure the real story is even better.

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vi says :: i'm sorry guys this was so rushed TT

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i2sunric · 6 months ago

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𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 (k.sn)

PAIRING: sunoo x reader (f)

SUMMARY: they say christmas makes everyone feel emotional, but none of the members had ever seen sunoo treat someone the way he treats you.

WARNINGS: fluff, crack, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 3rd December 2024

WC: 1.1k

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a/n: based on this ask from anon! i changed it a little bit i still hope you like it 🩷

The living room sparkled with the glow of string lights wrapped around the tree, the golden star perched on top glittering as if it were the crown jewel of the night. It was Christmas Eve, and the dorm of the group was abuzz with holiday energy.

The members were scattered across the room, some lounging indolently on the couch, others sprawled on the floor with a mountain of colorfully wrapped presents. Laughter bounced off the walls, fueled by Riki’s dramatic reenactment of accidentally burning cookies earlier in the day.

You were seated comfortably on the plush rug, sandwiched between Sunoo and Jake, while the others passed around mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

You were so glad they decided to include you in their holly jolly Christmas day, despite not being too close with everyone.

Despite the warmth of the room and the festive chatter, you just couldn't ignore how close Sunoo was sitting to you— his shoulder lightly brushing yours every time he shifted, his warmth unmistakable.

“Alright, who’s next?” Jungwon’s voice cut through the noise, his leaderly tone commanding just enough authority to keep everyone somewhat focused. “We’re not going to be here all night, people.”

Jay smirked, holding up his present dramatically. “Relax, Jungwon, it’s Christmas, not a board meeting.”

The group burst into a fit of laughter, but Sunoo was unusually quiet beside you, fidgeting with a small box wrapped in silver paper. You looked at him curiously, noting the unusual pink tint on his cheeks.

"Hey man, are you nervous or something?" Heeseung teased, noticing the same thing. "You've been holding that gift like it's a newborn baby.”

“Me? Nervous? Never," Sunoo said hastily, though the way his hand closed much tighter around the present belied his words. "I just… it’s a special gift."

Jake leaned forward, that mischievous grin spreading on his lips. "Oooh, this is juicy. Who's it for?"

Sunoo shot him a mock glare; his lips twisted wryly. "Why don't you mind your own business?

Before Jake could say anything back, Jungwon clapped his hands again. "Let's keep this moving. Sunoo, if you don't open something soon, we're skipping you."

Sunoo let out a melodramatic sigh, but instead of opening his own gift, he turned to you. "Actually… this one isn't for me." He held out the small silver-wrapped box, his voice soft yet clear. "It's for you."

The room fell silent.

“For me?" you asked, the sound of your voice barely above the crinkling of wrapping paper in the background.

Sunoo nodded, his face growing redder as he placed the box in your hands. "Yeah, I— uhm… Go on, open it.”

You hesitated for a moment, aware of the eyes on you, but the genuine anticipation in Sunoo's gaze urged you forward.

You carefully peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing a small wooden box etched with delicate patterns of stars and moons. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft velvet, was a bracelet unlike anything you'd ever seen.

It wasn't just jewelry, but a story. Delicate charms dangled from the chain, each one different. A sun, a music note, a book, a snowflake, and even a small heart-all symbols of moments you and Sunoo had shared.

Your breath caught in your throat, "Sunoo…” you murmured, your eyes swelling with unshed and happy tears.

He leaned closer, his voice almost at a whisper. "Each charm is meant for something. Like the sun because well, you are my sunshine, and the musical note because you always hum even though you think nobody hears you.”

Sunoo continued “The book because for the first time we stayed in a book shop for hours, and the snowflake because well, for today."

You stared at him with your mouth agape; it seemed that the whole rest of the room was erupting.

"Hold on a second!" Jake practically shouted, with his mug of hot chocolate just about to spill. "Did I just hear 'you're my sunshine'?”

Jay tossed his head back and let out a laugh. "This is better than expected. “Hey, are you trying to make us all look bad?"

"Right? Where's my custom jewelry?" Riki said, faking outrage. "This is just favoritism, and I'm not going to stand for it."

Sunoo, to his credit, took the teasing in stride, though his cheeks stayed pink. "This is only for her.”

Meanwhile, you were still in your processing, your fingers tracing the charms on the bracelet lightly. "Sunoo, this is… I don't even know what to say."

He leaned his head to one side, softening his expression. "Say you like it."

"I love it," you said, your voice shaking with emotion. "It's perfect."

A warm smile spread across his face, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. But of course, that peace didn't last long.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jake’s voice broke through the moment. "Did Sunoo just lean in closer?” Sunghoon continued, “Are we witnessing the beginning of a love confession?

“Stop it, you two,” Heeseung said, though he was clearly holding back laughter. “Let them have their moment.”

Sunoo rolled his eyes, finally leaning back with a sigh. “You’re all impossible.” Then, with a playful grin, he turned back to you. “Merry Christmas.”

And because it was Sunoo, he didn't just leave it at that. He leaned in and lightly touched his forehead against yours in an action so sweet and intimate that sent the room into another frenzy.

Riki dramatically pretended to faint onto the couch. "I can't handle this. It's too cute.”

Jay nodded, crossing his arms in a stern manner. "I didn’t even realise Sunoo liked Y/n this whole time.”

He smirked at last, finally folding into his usual mischievous self. "I’m just a good actor.”

The night was a continuation of laughter and teasing, but the bracelet on your wrist kept going back to that quiet, meaningful moment you'd shared with Sunoo.

Even in the midst of chaos, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, and every time you did, you caught him looking back—his eyes sparkling like the stars on the tree.

But the best was when, by the end of the night, it was time for you to go back home, Riki placed a mistletoe on the door as Sunoo was seeing you out.

And well, the fireworks set as his lips met yours, more tender than the cake you had earlier.

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okwonyo · 1 year ago

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──BOYFRIEND! 💌 、、、 sunoo as your dear lover。

엔하이픈 선우 ୨୧ female reader O.5k non-idol au fluff established relationship disclaimers not proof-read skinship kissing ｜ more

ᕱ⑅ᕱ ！none.

a relationship with sunoo would be refreshing and sweet, like a soft a breeze by the sea on a sunny and hot summer day.

would be so calm and soft around you, a calm silence would always slide in between you two after a soft spoken conversation. not awkward, comfortable.

but when a conversation starts, there is not way it would stop any time soon. every subject you can think of will get mentioned— wether it makes sense or not.

his favorite kind of conversation would be when you both lay in bed, chests facing the celling, your head on his opened arm. you would stare as his beautiful side profile; face bare, features serious, maybe a tiny smirk toying on his lips whereupon he notices it.

on sundays, would dedicate the day to taking care of himself. well, more of you in this case.

you would both wear face masks in front of a sweet romcom, doing each other’s nails, eating popcorn and laughing as you share some secrets.

would choose to link your pinkies in public, not that he wouldn’t like to hold hands but he prefers it that way. he finds it cuter, more intimate.

his hand will find your hip from time to time, especially in crowded place. feeling your body against his would assure him that he hasn’t lost you yet.

would hug you whenever it gets cold outside, both to give you warmth and make him feel less chilly. would keep talking to you as he rock your body side to side.

would help you fix anything about your appearance; tucking a stubborn hair strand behind your hair, taking a lash that fell on your cheek then making a wish, fixing the collar of your shirt.

would love to press into his cheek against yours ever so gently. would wrap his arms around you or would lay on you has he does so.

would let you do his makeup, mainly for the sake of having you sitting on his laps and, just, so close to him. would hold you by the waist as he looks up to you.

would always smile during a kiss, a soft giggle would leave his mouth. would hold your neck to pull you closer nonetheless, would sign before getting back into it.

and if a relationship with sunoo was a song, it would be ‘endlessly’ by kali uchis.

“my heart is yours”

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cheeseceli · 8 months ago

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I'd be your romeo

Sunoo just wanted to impress you.

He wanted to tell jokes just so he could make you laugh. He wanted to cook for you even if he didn't know how to. He wanted you to look at him and think "damn, isn't he so beautiful?". He, above everything, just wanted you to see him as your first and only choice.

Actually, the more he thinks of that, he doesn't necessarily need to be the first nor the only. He doesn't mind waiting for you to perceive him, even if that means that in the meantime you'll be busy with other people. As long as he could be there for you, with you, at least once, he'd be glad.

As for now, he will keep himself engaged with doing his best to impress you. Maybe then, one day, you will see him as he sees you.

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flwrstqr · 1 year ago

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— IS THIS FALLING IN LOVE?

₊˚⊹ notes ~ idol!sunoo x idolfem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: not proofreads ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 100+꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, idol au, thoughts (?) | AN: i was wanting to write this but i couldn't think of a member to write and since i dont rlly write for sunoo here's a small sunoo fic for u guys LIBRARY FOR MORE...

YOU AND SUNOO WERE MCs for a couple of years now. You friendships were strong, always laughing and smiling around each other. Times where you joked around each other, teased each other, laughed together. These moments were endless.

But in reality, you knew inside sparked something when you were around him. The times when he smiled at you while you were talking, lingering eye contact, or the gentle brush of his fingers against yours as you both reached for the water bottle. Oh how your heart would flutter.

Whenever confetti danced through the air to celebrate the winners, it was Sunoo who would notice the stray pieces landing in your hair, his touch as gentle as a whisper as he brushed them away. His attentiveness to your every move left you wondering, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

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en-gelic · 1 year ago

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౨ৎ soft launching your relationship with sunoo (5/7)

✮ sunghoon sunoo jungwon masterlist

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dazzlingjaeyun · 8 months ago

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ʙʟᴜꜱʜ – ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴜɴᴏᴏ

bf!sunoo x gf!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff | words: 754 (0.7k) | cw: skinship, suggestive jokes cause jungwon is a menace ୨୧

it was a usual, cozy friday afternoon at your boyfriend's place. he had casually mentioned that his roommate, and best friend, jungwon would be out for quite a while, so the two of you decided to make use of the time.

you came over, and the two of you enjoyed some snacks and a cup of coffee, sharing stories about your weeks and chatting about which movie to watch later. the room was filled with the comforting scent of coffee mingling with the warmth of the late afternoon sun.

you had been just about 20 minutes into the movie, sharing soft pecks from time to time, as one particular kiss lasted just a little longer. you were surprised, but it felt too sweet to pull away, so instead, you leaned in a little closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss. soon after, you found yourself sitting in his lap, hands on his shoulders as he placed his hands on your hips. your kisses were full of emotion, nothing too intense – just the perfect mixture of softness and tension. sunoo's hand slowly traced under the hem of your shirt, resting it on your waist where he started to draw circles that sent shivers down your spine. his touch was soft, almost shy, as if really savoring the moment instead of becoming too bold.

the both of you were so absorbed by each other that neither of you noticed the door to his room creak open.

"hey, sunoo, i–" his roommate jungwon stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him; you and your boyfriend were clearly not just watching netflix.

the sudden voice startled you, causing you to pull away abruptly. you quickly shifted off your boyfriend's lap and onto the mattress beside him, as if that could somehow rewind the moment. sunoo, who was equally shocked, immediately pulled his hands off you and almost knocked his forehead on yours in an attempt to sit up straight. your heart raced, a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline flooding through you.

"can't you knock?" sunoo asked, his cheeks painted dark red.

"i'm your best friend, i never knock!" jungwon protested. you were expecting him to just say sorry and leave the scene like any normal person would, but your boyfriend's roommate had other plans.

"didn't think i'd walk in on you guys like this," he said, turning to sunoo with a grin, "actually, i didn't know you were moving so fast, sunoo. just a few weeks ago, i had to witness you getting all shy and blushy from just holding her hand."

despite the awkwardness of the situation, you pressed your lips together to suppress a smile. sunoo, on the other hand, didn't find it half as amusing. "i did not blush," he snapped back, his face showing the exact opposite, a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

"it's okay sunoo, there's nothing wrong with that. nothing wrong with what you were doing here either, but if you're already going to these lengths, you might want to invest in some protection?" jungwon proposed, a smug grin on his face.

your eyes widened at the words, meanwhile, sunoo hid his face behind his hands, the heat from his embarrassment radiating off him. "we weren't–... this wasn't–... it wasn't like that!" he stammered, which only deepened his friend’s grin.

“oh really? cause it looked like you were all over each other…. literally,” he added, shooting you a glance. you felt the heat rushing to your cheeks and quickly lowered your gaze, staring at the mattress that you wished you could just sink into and disappear.

“can you just leave?” sunoo asked, sounding almost defeated.

“yeah sure. but seriously, i have a pack in my room. drawer next to my bed. feel free to use them,” he said, suppressing a chuckle, before turning around and closing the door behind him.

“oh my god,” sunoo exclaimed dramatically, sinking back into the pillows on his bed and covering his face with his hands. “i’m never going to hear the end of it, am i?”

you shook your head. “probably not… god, this was so embarrassing,” you whined.

“embarrassing? you don’t have to live with him, he’ll remind me of this every day for at least the next two weeks!” sunoo complained.

“sorry, sun,” you said in an apologetic tone, quickly pecking his cheek as if that could make up for it.

“but tell me, did you really get ‘all shy and blushy’ over holding my hand?”

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coqhee · 6 months ago

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TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME

✷ finally letting yourself move on and see the future with your best friend

day 16 of melodies to memories ― sunoo︲f reader︲fluff, healing︲430

1 year after you’d broken up with your boyfriend and you’d finally felt healed.

you’d had a great support system with all of your closest friends there for you along the way.

wonyoung dragged you to yoga classes every saturday morning, claiming it was “cleansing for the soul.”

jungwon always had some new stupid meme to send you, lighting up your phone at the most unexpected times.

and then there was sunoo—happy and bubbly, coming over whenever you said you’d cried thinking about him. there whenever you said you needed some fresh air. there, for you.

he was there when you felt like you were sinking, and felt amicably helpless. comforting you, tell you that you were worth it, and to never let anyone take away your light like your ex boyfriend had.

he had this way of knowing exactly when to show up. if you texted him at 2 a.m., admitting you couldn’t sleep because your mind was spiraling, he’d arrive with snacks and that bright, comforting smile.

sunoo was your anchor.

he was the kind of person who could make you laugh when your chest felt too tight to breathe. he’d die for your laugh, your laugh that colored the sky.

he was the kind who knew what you needed before you even realized it yourself.

one rainy afternoon, the two of you sat on your couch, watching some random drama he’d insisted on. the raindrops against the window blurred the world outside, leaving the two of you in a cozy bubble.

“y/n,” he said suddenly, his tone more serious than usual.

“yeah?” you turned to face him, surprised.

“do you ever think about… starting over? with someone new?” he asked, his eyes focused on the tv but his fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of the blanket.

you hesitated. “sometimes,” you admitted. “but it’s scary, you know? letting someone in again. trusting someone.”

sunoo hummed and nodded.

“would you ever consider taking a chance.. with me?” he asked absentmindedly.

truth be told, sunoo’s crush on you started after you broke up, but he didn’t want to overwhelm you, love bomb you, or be anything of the sort. how it killed him to be in love with a girl that now thought love was overrated. he wanted to tell you that he’d forever be your safety net.

now that you were healed, it didn’t feel so impossible to take a chance with him, so that’s what you did.

─── ♡

a/n: happy day 16 of melodies to memories! guess who's blr is broken and now has to manually post these?! me!! guess who was a big girl today and confronted her ex situationship? me!!! anywaysss all likes, comments and reblogs appreciated <3

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thetxtdevil · 6 months ago

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Happy New Year my lovely demons! Celebrate the new year by reading the enha collaboration I did with @jakedustry !

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 enhypen spends new year's eve with their loved ones—some better than others

GLITTER ON THE FLOOR AFTER THE PARTY | LEE HEESEUNG

read here ▷▶▷ @hmusunoo

You found it, clear as day. The messages that were so undeniable it was almost comical. You want to say you were surprised with his infidelity but that would be a lie. Swallowing the information down felt like glass in your throat but you wouldn't allow Heeseung to have any more control over you and your heart, no tonight on New Year's Eve, a night that signifies a new beginning. You'd make it clear that your new beginning would be without him, once and for all.

FIREWORK VIEW | PARK JAY

read here ▷▶▷ @thetxtdevil

You were not in the happiest mood after a bad day at work on New Year's Eve. Irritated by Jay, who was dragging you up the stairs of your apartment building, you find out why he wasn't returning any of your calls.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN | SIM JAKE

read here ▷▶▷ @jakedustry

The night feels cozy. With your boyfriend's hands wrapped around you as you watch your favorite movie, you think there isn't a better way to spend your night. Until your boyfriend gets a different idea, deciding to make the last seven minutes of the year worth it.

FIREWORKS AND HEARTBREAKS | PARK SUNGHOON

read here ▷▶▷ @jakedustry

Sunghoon swears he will be back on time, that his friends aren't more important than you, so you believe him, and let him go out on New Year's Eve, refusing to be a controlling girlfriend who doesn't let him out of the house, but you regret it soon enough when you watch the fireworks set off by yourself because your boyfriend isn't home on time.

GRAPE TRADITION | KIM SUNOO

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The grape tradition on New Year is eating a single grape for every 12 strikes of 00:00. You convince Sunoo that doing so will give you great prosperity for the upcoming year.

11:59 | YANG JUNGWON

read here ▷▶▷ @hmusunoo

There's a note on your doorstep, and another at the coffee shop you frequent too often and another and another all the way until you've reached the rooftop of an unforgettably beautiful building. And standing there? Your best friend Jungwon with his hand out, awaiting your arrival. Or where your best friend sets up a scavenger hunt filled with your most cherished memories to lead you to a beautiful rooftop party, waiting to celebrate New Year's Eve with the person he loves the most, you. Someone, who he hopes after his confession tonight at 11:59 will love him back.

ONLY ON NEW YEAR | NISHIMURA RIKI

read here ▷▶▷ @jakedustry

You plan to spend the New Year's Eve alone. With your parents out of town, and your friends either at parties you weren't invited to or in the comfort of their home with the people they love, there is no one who could accompany you, that is at least, until you hear the loud knock on your door. Now, with your just-as-lonely neighbor in your apartment, you look forward to what the next year is going to bring your way.

Hello, guys!! I'm so happy to finally share this collab with you! Just like the enhypen members spend their New Year's Eve with their loved ones, I'm glad to be spending mine with my loved ones, Rain and Mae. They are such incredible writers and I hope you enjoy this little collab we made for you, so that hopefully, we can do something similar in the future <3 The stories will be published on January 1st, 00:00 CET

#enhypen #enha #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen riki #enhypen jay #enhypen hours #enhypen soft hours #enhypen thoughts #jake smut #jay smut #sunoo soft thoughts #niki soft thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts

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bywons · 2 months ago

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LET ME BE YOUR HERO ★ spiderman!enha

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬────𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖬𝖩

❪ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝒾𝐒 ❫ ｡ 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1400wc 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗂��𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗎 ──𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 贅沢／ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄

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LEE HEESEUNG

“hey baby,” heeseung’s voice startles you, causing you to almost fall out of your study desk. you whip your head towards the balcony, to see your boyfriend hanging upside down by his spiderwebs.

“what are you doing here?” you hiss, striding towards the balcony. you pull his spider mask down, revealing his charming face which always gave you butterflies. “god forbid a man wants to visit his girl,” he grins lazily, winking at you when he knows this is an ungodly hour to visit you.

his cover could be blown. “my parents are literally in the next room, hee. can you please get out—” “just a kiss,” heeseung pleads, tilting his head with that mischievous smile of his, still dangling upside down like it’s the most casual thing in the world, “just a kiss and i’ll go.”

and you eventually give in, rolling your eyes as you cup his face and lean in for a kiss. heeseung smiles into the kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours, moving in sync as your teeth graze against his top lip. his breath hitches, falling to the threshold of the balcony with a thud.

“are you okay? you’re gonna wake up my parents,” you whimper, looking down at him. but heeseung only chuckles, looking up at you, “sorry, babe. i get nervous around you.”

PARK JONGSEONG

you became famous overnight all around your college when your face hit the news headline— “college girl saved from local monsters by the city's superhero, spiderman.”

“so, how was the experience?” you get startled by the sudden voice beside you, almost dropping the books in your hand. shutting your locker close, you meet the eyes of park jongseong aka jay— leaning against his own locker, wearing one of those oversized hoodies with a cocky grin.

“nothing special,” you shrug, leaning against your locker too as you scoff, “not big of a fan.” “really?” jay scoffs, inching closer until he towers above you easily. his dark hair locks fall gently over his forehead, making your mouth gape.

“you say spiderman is not all that,” he angles his head sideways, cupping your face between his hands— leaning in just enough for his hot breath to fan over your face, “then why were you so clingy to him last night? you sure didn't want to let go, doll.”

you could feel blood rush up to your face, making it flush before jay. you chuckle, whispering, “but how did you know that?” just like that, jay realises he messed up, his spider-suit peeking under his hoodie.

SIM JAEYUN

“—and the correct option is c,” jake pushes his thick rimmed glasses up his nose bridge, “did you get it?”

“yeah, i got it,” you sigh, your attention nowhere but your boyfriend, who’s neck is still damp from swinging around the city, saving people.

“does spiderman help other girls with their homework too?” you sigh, cocking your head to one side. “no?” jake is caught off guard, his eyes widened as he pulls you on his lap, “only you, i promise.”

before you can stop yourself, you grab the collar of his hoodie and pull him in. jakes eyes widen behind his glasses, but he soon eases into the kiss, one hand cups your cheeks as he leans into you. your stomach flips as he giggles into the kiss, caressing your cheeks.

you back just a little, your forehead pressed to his. “does he kiss other girls too?”

jake laughs, his glasses fogged, “only if she’s you.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon quickly pulls you into the janitors closet, banging it shut as he pushes you against the wall. “shut up,” he pleads, all sweaty and out of breathe in his spider-suit, “please just everybody can hear you—”

“i wasn’t even going to say anything,” you lie, gripping onto his biceps as they brace next to your head, bodies too close to each other in the cramped place, “why did you think revealing yourself as spiderman to me was okay?”

sunghoon sighs, he knew that changing into civilian clothes right before college was risky. and of course, out of all people, you happened to see him in the hallways. “just—promise me,” he huffs, leaning in to see your face better in the dark, “you won’t tell anyone, alright?”

“and why do you think i wouldn’t?” you smirk, eyes glinting with mischief as they meet sunghoon’s confused ones.

“seriously?” he hisses, his patience running thin as he grits his teeth, “y/n you better—” “park sunghoon is spi—!”

he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, he leans forward and slams his lips on yours, pulling you into a hurried, angry yet a soft and delicate kiss. he cradles your head with his hand, the other sliding down to your waist. “shut up,” he breathes as he pulls away, chuckling at your flushed face which he loves.

KIM SUNOO

as you’re about to circle around the block towards the alleys to reach your apartment, a fwip sound interrupts you— and suddenly you’re being held up in the air by your waist.

“what the— sunoo?” you almost scream as sunoo only laughs, swinging you onto a building’s rooftop like it’s nothing.

“you almost screamed,” sunoo laughs, pulling up his mask just up to his nose, “you’re so cute.”

“you almost gave me a heart attack,” you complain, smacking his arm playfully as he laughs. “i missed you,” he says, slowly pulling you closer on the rooftop, slow and cool wind caressing you both, “it’s so hard to not see you all the time.”

you giggle in his arms, and sunoo pushes a strand of your hair behind your ears, “can i kiss you?”

“you don’t have to ask,” you finally give him his much needed permission, and sunoo leans in for a kiss amidst the busy night life he secretly watches over.

YANG JUNGWON

you quickly shut the door to your room behind you, facing your boyfriend who’s busy changing into civilian clothes.

“look away!” jungwon blushes as his eyes meet yours. he’s halfway through a plain white shirt, his abdomen exposed.

“what did i tell you about barging into my family gatherings?” you almost shout, slapping jungwon's forearm. “ouch,” jungwon whispers, “but did you see your messages? you told me to save you—”

“not when i said my whole family is here!” you sigh, plopping down flat on your bed and jungwon quickly wears his shirt. before you can say anything, jungwon hovers above you, pressing soft pecks on your lips and neck.

“i need to make sure you're alright,” he smiles in the most gentle way which makes your heart melt, and pull him closer by his collar. “i love you,” he whispers against your lips, kissing it slow.

“i love you more,” you chuckle. “no, i do!” he protests, pulling back to see your face. “no jungwon, you know that i love you more—”

“is somebody there?” a familiar voice floats in from outside your door, probably a relative. “i saw someone in there.” jungwon's face cringes as he looks at your furious one.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki winces as you press a feathery kiss just above the bruise blooming on his cheek. “does it hurt?” you ask.

“not when you're kissing them,” riki teases, pulling you closer on his lap as he wraps his arms around you, “i want you to kiss all my bruises—”

“i told you not to mess with them,” you complain, an irritated pout forming on your face as you caress riki’s cheek. “you’re spiderman, not a fighter, they are stronger than you.”

“you hurt me more, doll,” riki leans into your touch, smirking as he mumbles, “i still took all of them down though.”

“that's not the point riki,” you sigh, retracting your hand from his cheek, at which he winces again, “i don't want you to get hurt all the time.” riki sighs into your palm, using both of them to cup his own face, “you’re so hot when you’re angry,” he snorts, biting his lip.

“can you please stop—” riki doesn't waste a second listening to your lectures as he pulls you in by your wrist, lips clashing into a heated kiss, which slows down eventually. you pull back first, an unsure and strict expression on your face.

“if it means getting hurt everyday because of you,” riki kisses your wrist, “then so be it.”

스루 ܃ for @flwrstqr ! love ya so much, mwah 💌

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enhaflixer · 3 months ago

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dad!enhypen x mom f!reader - enha dilf smut

cw: smut, breeding kink, degradation, 69ing some real filthy some real sweet im ngl 2 u ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

Yuri’s finally asleep upstairs, her stuffed bear clutched in one tiny hand. The monitor hums on the kitchen counter. Snow’s falling outside the windows, crackling gently against the fire-warmed glass.

And Heeseung?

He’s looking at you like you’re dessert.

The second you bend down to put your mug in the sink—sweatpants sliding just an inch too low, the back of your tank top riding up—he’s behind you.

His palm presses flat to your lower back. His hips grind into your ass, and you feel him already hard.

“Baby,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “You wanna be a mom again that bad?”

You laugh breathlessly. “She just fell asleep.”

He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“Then you better keep your mouth shut.”

Your heart stutters. Your thighs clench.

Heeseung grabs your hips, bends you gently over the kitchen counter, and pulls your sweats down just far enough to expose your soaked panties.

“Oh, you’re ready already?” he says, one brow raised. “Just from me watching you do dishes like a good little wife?”

He strokes one finger up the seam of your pussy, still covered.

You squirm. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Heeseung—”

“No,” he whispers, kissing your spine. “Say it.”

“Please fuck me.”

He slides your panties aside and pushes in slowly—deep—like he’s savoring it.

You gasp, hands braced on the cold counter, the stretch already making your legs shake.

And he starts moving.

Not gentle.

Not rough.

Just… focused.

Possessive.

Like he’s claiming you all over again.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Tight like it’s the first time. Wet like you were made for me. This pussy’s been mine since day one, huh?”

You whimper, trying not to moan too loud.

The baby monitor glows quietly in the corner.

Heeseung sees you glance at it and smirks.

“You scared she’s gonna hear?” he taunts. “Worried our little girl’s gonna wake up and hear mommy getting bred like she asked for it?”

You moan into your arm. Heeseung growls.

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re trying to be quiet.”

He grabs your jaw, pulls you up just enough to hiss into your ear:

“You know what gets me off? Seeing you with her. Watching you tuck her in, feed her, kiss her little cheeks like the perfect mother.”

He thrusts harder.

“And knowing that this is what you need when she’s down for a nap. Knowing I fuck you so good, you leak for an hour after.”

You’re shaking. Crying out now.

There’s slick dripping down your thighs, onto the floor. Heeseung grabs your chin, makes you look at your reflection in the microwave.

“Look at yourself,” he growls. “So messy. So fucked out. You want another one? I’ll fill you up right now. Knock you up again while our daughter’s sleeping upstairs.”

You cum so hard your knees give out.

Heeseung holds you up.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Now hold still.”

He fucks you through it. Doesn’t pull out.

And when you feel it—that rush of heat, his cum spilling inside you—you moan like it’s your own orgasm.

Heeseung pants against your neck, then presses the softest kiss to your temple.

“That’s how you start a family vacation.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

The baby’s asleep. The monitor’s on. You’re freshly showered, wearing nothing but a robe, leaning against the headboard with your legs tucked up beneath you.

Jay walks in slowly, towel around his neck, hair damp from his own shower. You smile at him, lazy and soft. He looks at you like he’s been starving.

“You shouldn’t sit like that,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed.

“Like what?”

He crawls toward you, eyes locked on the part of your robe that’s come slightly undone.

“Like your pussy isn’t the only thing I’ve thought about all day.”

You laugh, but your breath catches when he kisses your thigh. Just above the knee. Then higher. Then higher.

“I’m serious,” he whispers, lips dragging against your skin. “Ever since you got pregnant… ever since you gave birth…”

His hands slide under the robe. Push your thighs apart gently.

“You taste different. Sweeter. Thicker. Like wine.”

You stare down at him, stunned. Flushed. “Jay—”

But he’s already kissing your pussy like it’s communion.

Slow, reverent. Like he’s praying.

He moans into you, loud, unashamed. His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you closer. You feel his lips part—his tongue flatten—and then he’s drinking you like he’s been deprived.

“Fuck,” he groans, breaking away for a second. “You taste like something aged in heaven and bottled for sinners.”

You whimper. Try to close your legs.

He growls. “No. You gave me a child. You really think I’m ever gonna stop tasting you?”

He eats you with slow, devastating focus. Not teasing. Not rushed. Just deep, soft, relentless devotion.

You cum once—twice—he doesn’t stop.

Even when your thighs tremble, even when your hips jerk up, even when your hand grips his hair like a lifeline.

Jay doesn’t stop until you’re crying.

And when he finally comes up, lips shiny, chin wet, eyes dark?

He kisses your stomach.

The stretch marks.

The curve of your softened belly.

The skin he watched stretch around his baby.

“You taste better now,” he murmurs. “Because you’re mine in every way. And I’m never gonna let you forget it.”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

He’s been hard all goddamn day.

You’ve been walking around the house in that little tank top, no bra, nipples brushing the fabric every time you breathe. You keep bending over to pick up your son’s toys, bouncing him on your hip like some sweet little housewife. Jake hasn’t had your pussy in a week, and it shows.

Every time you talk to him, his brain short-circuits.

Every time you smile at him, his cock twitches.

Your son Jacob?

Beautiful. Perfect. The light of his life.

Also ruining his sex life.

It’s not your fault. Jake knows that. But he’s still spiraling.

It’s 9:46pm.

The baby’s finally asleep.

You’re barely in the bedroom before he’s on you.

He locks the door. Turns around. And says it—

“Get your ass on the bed before I fuck you against the wall like a rabid dog.”

You blink. “Jake—”

“No. I’ve been jerking off to the memory of your pussy for six fucking days. I came in the goddamn laundry room this morning like a pervert. The second that kid shuts his eyes, I’m in you.”

You’re already backing up. Jake follows, jaw tight, cock fully hard in his sweats.

“You’ve been teasing me all fucking day. Walking around with your tits out like you don’t know what you’re doing. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

He drags your shorts down. Sees your panties. Laughs, mean and low.

“Oh, these are getting ruined. Hope you weren’t attached.”

He kisses you. Rough. Possessive.

Then drops to his knees and spits on your pussy through the fabric.

“Been dreaming about this cunt. Swear to god, baby. You’ve got the kind of pussy that ruins people.”

You’re gasping. Squirming. Already dripping through the cotton.

Jake groans. “Fuck, you’re soaked. You miss this mouth too, huh? Miss being licked until you cry? Look at you—messy and shaking, and I haven’t even pulled the panties off yet.”

He pulls them aside, tongue already out, devouring you like he’s starving.

He’s loud. Sloppy. Mouth wet and wide and relentless.

“Fuck, I forgot how good this tastes. Like candy. Like fucking syrup. Wanna drown in it. Wanna tonguefuck you until you start babbling, baby. Give me that shit.”

You cum in his mouth in under two minutes.

He doesn’t stop.

“You think I’m done? Nah. Not even close. I’m not pulling my mouth off this pussy till your legs stop working.”

“Mamaaaa?”

Both of you freeze.

“Mama, snack please?”

Jake lifts his face from between your thighs, chin soaked. He blinks once.

Then stands up.

Calm. Still. Murderous.

“I’m gonna drop him off at my mom’s.”

You’re panting. “Jake—”

“I swear to fucking god, I love him, but if he interrupts me one more time, I’m going to lose it. I’m on the edge, baby. Your pussy’s dripping, my balls hurt, and my mouth tastes like heaven.”

He pulls his hoodie on. Wipes his face with the sleeve. Grabs his keys.

“Get ready. Because when I get back, I’m going to come in you until you’re stuffed so full you forget your own name.”

He leans down, kisses your pussy one more time.

Smirks.

“Try not to cum without me.”

And walks out the door.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

It’s late.

And Sunghoon’s at his limit.

The boys fought all day—chased each other with brooms, cried over identical socks, tried to body slam each other off the fucking couch. He broke up four WWE reenactments, confiscated two folding chairs, and heard the phrase “Spear him!!”more than a Monday Night Raw announcer.

He didn’t even finish his dinner.

Now you’re on your knees, robe slipped off your shoulders, tits swaying as you crawl between his legs with that look in your eye.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t tease.

He just pulls his cock out—already hard—and groans:

“Open your fucking mouth, baby. Daddy needs to forget he’s a parent for ten fucking minutes.”

You moan like you were born for it, lips parting, tongue flat as he feeds it to you inch by inch.

“Goddamn,” he hisses. “That mouth. You’ve been thinking about this all day too, haven’t you? Walking around like my dumb little housewife—cooking for our kids while this tight little throat’s just sitting here. Untouched.”

You gag. Loud. He grins. Dark. Mean.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking slobber on it. I want your spit dripping down to your tits.”

And then—

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

“DAAAAAADDDD!!!!!!!”

Sunghoon freezes mid-thrust.

You look up at him—dazed, cock still in your mouth, tears brimming.

He blinks.

Clenches his jaw.

Looks at the door.

“DAD!! JAEWON WON’T TAP OUT—HE’S NOT EVEN SELLING!!”

“HE HIT ME WITH THE PILLOW TOO SOFT!! THAT’S NOT A REAL FINISHER!!”

Sunghoon exhales like he’s in prison.

Stares at you. Then back at the door.

And then he laughs. Quiet. Deranged.

“Let them fight.”

He grabs your head in both hands, forces your face down until you’re choking on his cock again.

“They wanna pretend they’re in the ring?” he growls. “Fine. They can wrestle to the sound of their mother being face-fucked.”

You whimper, throat bulging.

“Yeah. Gag on it, slut. Show me how much you missed this. Bet your pussy’s soaked already.”

You’re dripping. Pathetically.

You can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move—but Sunghoon doesn’t care.

He keeps fucking into your throat like it owes him something, hips snapping rough, deep, relentless.

“Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping. They wanna scream through the door? Let them.”

You moan around him—loud. Shaky.

One of your tits bounces against your stomach with each thrust, and he watches it like he’s hypnotized.

“DAAAAAAD!!! CAN YOU COUNT TO THREE?! JAEHYUN’S PINNING ME AND WON’T GET OFF!!”

Sunghoon barks a laugh, head thrown back.

“Yeah, hold on—let me just finish throatfucking my wife so I can come count to three like a fucking WWE ref.”

You gag so hard tears stream down your cheeks.

“That’s it, baby. God, you look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat. Bet they’ll shut the fuck up if they hear you choking on daddy’s dick.”

You cum untouched.

Right there on your knees, body shaking, soaked down your thighs—just from the way he talks to you. The way you knowhe’s been waiting all fucking day to use you like this.

Sunghoon feels it.

He pulls you off, cock soaked, saliva clinging in strings to your lips. You’re panting, teary-eyed, flushed.

“You done?” he murmurs. “Or you want me to make them wait while I use your pussy next?”

“DAD. I’M GONNA DO A LADDER MATCH OFF THE STAIRS IF YOU DON’T COME OUT.”

Sunghoon sighs.

Looks down at you.

Smiles.

“Five more minutes. Think you can handle it, mommy?”

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

It’s past ten. The house is quiet—finally.

And Sunoo is face down in the mattress, one sock still on, his shirt halfway pulled up his back like he got undressed mid-collapse and gave up.

You close the bedroom door softly. Climb in next to him.

“Long day?”

He groans into the pillow.

“She cried because I gave her the green cup instead of the pink one. Then she screamed when I tried to switch it. She said the bubbles in the bath were ‘too round.’”

You smile, brushing his hair off his forehead.

“And then,” he continues, voice muffled, “she fell asleep on me at six-thirty, woke up ten minutes later, and punched me in the nose. I think she might be feral.”

You laugh softly, kissing his cheek.

He rolls over—barely. One eye open. Face flushed from stress and exhaustion and not getting to touch you for four days straight.

“I need you to ride me,” he whispers.

You blink. “Right now?”

“I literally can’t move.” He stretches his arms out uselessly. “My soul left my body around lunchtime. I need you to do everything. Just use me. Treat me like a toy. I’ll whimper, I swear.”

You bite your lip.

He looks so pretty like this.

Messy. Tired. Desperate.

So you peel off your clothes—slowly, deliberately. He watches through heavy lashes, licking his lips when you tug your panties down.

“Please,” he breathes. “Come sit on it. I’m not even kidding. I think I’ll cry if you don’t.”

You crawl into his lap, straddle him gently, and feel how hard he is already—twitching under the waistband of his boxers. You free him with a soft gasp, stroke him once, twice, then sink down slowly onto his cock.

Sunoo whines.

Like, really whines. Head thrown back, hands twitching against the sheets.

“Oh my god,” he whispers. “You’re so wet. Baby, you’re so fucking wet. And warm. You’re gonna kill me.”

You rock your hips slowly, grinding down, pussy clenching around him with each roll. He’s not moving at all—just laying there, fully at your mercy, biting his lip and moaning so sweetly it makes your toes curl.

“You’re such a good boy,” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “Letting me use you like this.”

He whimpers. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

You ride him slow and deep, your tits brushing his chest, his cock hitting just right with every movement. He’s flushed, wrecked, totally silent except for the filthy little sounds leaving his throat.

And when you clench around him hard, he gasps and cries out:

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god—don’t stop, please, baby, I need it so bad—”

You fuck him through it. Harder. Deeper.

He cums with his mouth open, eyes wide, hips twitching under you like he’s about to pass out.

He goes still. Completely still.

Eyes closed. Breathing shallow.

You brush his hair back.

“Sunoo?”

He hums, dazed. “You broke me.”

You laugh, kiss his forehead.

“Do you want water?”

He shakes his head, voice barely audible.

“I want Mirae to sleep till she’s eighteen. Then she can move out.”

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

You’ve never hated your own child more than you did tonight.

You love Noa—of course you do—but after ninety minutes of pure hell (a tantrum about socks, three fake pees, one real one, and exactly zero full minutes of sleep), you’re about ready to throw yourself out the window.

Jungwon—freshly showered, soft-eyed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, licking the frosting spoon you didn’t get to finish?

You’re gonna ride his fucking face until he can’t speak.

He walks into the bedroom, hair messy, voice raspy. “She’s finally down. I think.”

You’re already pulling your shirt over your head.

He blinks. “You okay?”

“No,” you snap, kicking your shorts off. “I’ve been thinking about 69ing you for three goddamn days and if I don’t sit on your fucking face right now I will cry.”

His jaw drops. “Wait—like, now?”

You crawl onto the bed. “Yes. Backward. Full weight. No mercy.”

He’s stunned for half a second—then his cock jumps in his sweats.

“Oh my god.”

“Lie down,” you growl.

He obeys. Flat on his back, head against the pillows, already hard and leaking by the time you swing a leg over his head. You lower your soaking pussy onto his mouth, facing his cock, and his hands clamp onto your ass like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“Use my face,” he pants. “Fucking sit on it. I can take it.”

And you do.

You drop onto his tongue, grind down hard, moaning when he licks a fat stripe up your pussy and starts sucking like it’s his first meal in weeks.

You wrap a hand around his cock. He gasps into you.

“This nasty little wife,” you mutter, already jerking him off, “riding your face like she’s trying to drown you. Think you’ll pass out, baby?”

He moans. Loud. Unfiltered.

His tongue is everywhere—in your pussy, on your clit, dragging through your folds while you bounce gently on his mouth like it’s your fucking throne.

You spit on his cock. Loud. Filthy.

It lands on the head, stringy and warm, and you spread it down the shaft while you twist your wrist and sink your mouth down on him in one smooth, practiced stroke.

Jungwon chokes.

He jerks once under you—then groans into your pussy, hips stuttering like he’s going to cum already.

“You close?” you giggle, pulling off with a messy pop. “Already? Poor thing. You just want to fill my throat while I cum all over your face, huh?”

He moans. Loud.

You lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and say:

“What if I squirt all over you, baby? Would you drown for me?”

He nods into your cunt. You feel it.

So you bounce harder. Fuck his face faster. Slurp his cock between your lips like it’s your favorite flavor and moan around him when his tongue flicks just right—

You cum first.

Hard.

Your thighs squeeze his head like a death grip as you cry out, leaking into his mouth while he keeps licking, tongue working you through it while his hands pull your ass down, grinding you onto him.

You don’t even give him time to recover.

You suck his cock deep—down your throat, swallowing him whole until he cries out into your pussy and cums down your throat so hard you choke.

You swallow.

Keep sucking.

He whimpers.

When you finally lift off his face, he’s wrecked.

Mouth glazed in your slick, lips swollen, chest heaving.

You wipe your chin, swing around, and lean down to kiss his cheek.

“Next time, you better ask for it. I’m not gonna be the only one begging.”

He blinks. Tries to speak.

Fails.

You smirk.

“Sweet dreams, husband.”

He falls asleep with your taste still on his tongue.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

The house is quiet. Monitor glowing faint on the nightstand. Just the sound of your breathing and the rustle of sheets as you look up.

He’s already shirtless. Grey sweats sitting low, waistband dipping under sharp hips. Hair messy from running his fingers through it, still flushed from cleaning up the kitchen, checking the monitor twice, pretending he wasn’t aching the whole time.

You blink sleepily.

“Come to bed, Riki.”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Just walks to the edge of the bed, climbs in behind you, and presses himself against your back—body warm, hard in all the places that count. His hand slides under your shirt and cups your belly. Not your tits. Not between your legs.

Just your belly.

“I miss this,” he murmurs. Quiet. Low. Dangerous.

You pause.

“You miss what?”

He kisses the back of your neck.

“When you were pregnant.”

Your breath catches.

“Riki—”

“You were glowing. Round. Always out of breath. So soft and full and mine.”

You shiver when his hand slides down—slow, reverent—and presses between your legs.

“Your body knew what I wanted before you did,” he whispers. “Now it’s empty. And I want it full again.”

You turn around to face him.

He’s already hard, pressing up against your thigh. His eyes are wild now, lips parted, flushed all the way to his ears.

“You want another baby?” you ask, barely able to breathe.

He nods once.

“I want you pregnant again, baby. I want you leaking, glowing, begging me to slow down because I won’t stop fucking you.”

You moan.

He flips you onto your back without warning, dragging your panties down, pressing his cock against your soaked entrance.

“You’d look so pretty round again. Tired all the time. Needy. Can’t even ride me properly without whining about your hips.”

You gasp as he slides in, slow and deep and possessive.

“Fuck—Riki—”

“Don’t worry,” he grits out. “I’ll fuck it into you slow. Make sure it takes.”

His thrusts are smooth, devastating. One hand gripping your waist, the other sliding under your shirt to palm your tits.

“These got so big when you were carrying,” he whispers, biting his lip. “So heavy. You hated it. I loved it.”

You whine—louder now. He smiles.

“God, you like it too, huh? Getting knocked up? Being so full you can’t think straight?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

“You’re so ready for it,” he moans. “Already dripping. Your pussy’s so greedy, baby. She knows what I want.”

He fucks you harder then. Deeper. His pace messy and obsessive.

When he cums—hot and deep and shaking—he doesn’t move.

Just stays buried inside you, breathing ragged, holding your hips like he can will it into happening.

“Keep it,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “Don’t let it go. I wanna see you big again.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him down into another kiss.

He groans.

“I’ll give you as many as you want. Just keep letting me ruin you like this.”

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