✙ ‧₊˚ ❪‎‎ ‎ ‎𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒 ❫‎ ⸝⸝ nsfw +18

now that sunghoon and jake finally went out and the two of you have the dorm all to yourselves, he can finally show how much he’s been missing you

💬.ᐣ.ᐟ  i remember how fake subbed audios used to be a thing on enhablr. i missed it so i decided to make my own

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𝓐𝗠𝗢𝗥 ❤︎⁠ 𝒻𝓉. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽! 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𓂋 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄

───JAKE always notices whenever you look at his hands, under the impression that he's unaware.

like that time at that pottery class, which was supposed to be a wholesome outing. but he knows. he knows exactly what you're thinking about when his long, thick fingers dip into the wet clay, his thumbs smoothing over the small cracks ever so gently.

your eyes follow the circular motions, mouth going dry at imagining how it would feel to have those hands on your wet pussy, his thumb stroking your clit just as gently, molding you into his touch like he did the clay.

you shook your head, trying to clear your mind, but jake had already caught on. in fact, he reveled in how your eyes greedily drank up the way his knuckles clenched around the tools, how the light caught on his pale skin, illuminating the long veins running across his forearms.

he knows what he's doing to you.

he fucking loves it.

later that night, he totally (secretly) enjoys seeing how small your hand is in his whenever he seemingly so innocently wraps his hand around yours, holding you close while a movie plays in the background, all cozy and fluffy and "platonic." but neither of you are paying it any attention, because he's too busy thinking about the size difference and how good it would feel to push you flat against the couch and take you right there and then, your small hole fluttering around his thick cock. but he doesn't. yet. he wants you to completely lose it. beg for it. go crazy for him.

because he's already crazy for you.

᭪ boyfriend!riki — keeping you filled during movie night

Movie nights with Riki were usually quiet, but tonight he had a very specific idea of how he wanted you sitting.

You were barely twenty minutes into the film when he shifted you onto his lap, guiding you down onto him until you were stretched full around his length. Before you could even react, his large hand settled over your hip, pinning you flush against his chest.

“Don't move,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Just sit still and hold me.”

You tried to adjust, just a tiny shift to get comfortable... but his grip instantly tightened. His hand clamped hard around your waist, a sharp, warning swat landing against the side of your bare thigh.

The sudden sting made you gasp, your core clamping down around him involuntarily as he dug his fingers into your hip bone to lock you down. Riki let out a low, satisfied hum against the nape of your neck, his thumb lazily tracing your ribs.

“Told you,” he whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder with his eyes still trained on the TV over you. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

You forced yourself to freeze, every muscle locked tight even as the thick heat of him pulsed deep inside you. The stretch was relentless, his cock so heavy and warm it felt like it was branding you from the inside.

You could feel every ridge, every subtle throb as blood rushed through him. Your walls fluttered helplessly around the intrusion, trying to milk him even while you stayed perfectly still.

Minutes dragged. The movie played on, dialogue and music washing over you, but all you could focus on was the way he filled you so completely that even breathing made the pressure shift.

A tiny rock of your hips earned you another sharp slap, his palm cracking across the outer curve of your hip. Heat bloomed under your skin, and you bit your lip hard to keep from moaning as his grip forced your body lower onto his length.

Riki’s free hand slid up, long fingers wrapping lightly around the your throat. Not squeezing—just resting there, a quiet threat as he held your head back against his shoulder. His thumb stroked the side of your neck in lazy circles while his cock sat buried to the hilt, twitching every time your pussy clenched around him in response to the sting.

“You’re dripping all over me,” he murmured against your ear, his voice rough and low. “Making a mess on my lap and you still can’t stay still.”

You whimpered. The sound was soft, needy. He answered by tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make your breath hitch, then releasing it again. The contrast made your cunt spasm around him. Another warning swat landed against your thigh, harder this time, the impact forcing a wet sound from where you were joined as he squeezed your hips tight against his.

Halfway through the movie you were shaking. Tears had started to gather at the corners of your eyes from the sheer frustration of being so full and not allowed to move. Every tiny shift earned either a harsh sting across your thigh or that grip closing around your throat until your head spun back against his chest.

Your legs trembled, hooked over his thighs. Your clit throbbed, neglected and swollen, friction grinding against the base of his shaft every time you took a shaky breath.

“Riki—” you finally whispered, voice cracking.

“Shh.” His lips brushed your ear. “Movie’s not over. You can take it. You’ve been doing so well.” He squeezed your sensitive hip firmly, the pressure sharp in contrast to how soaked you both were. “Look at you. Crying already and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

By the time the credits started rolling you were a mess—tears streaking down your cheeks, soft broken sobs slipping out every time his cock twitched inside you. Your hole was fluttering nonstop, trying desperately to grind down, to feel friction, anything. You were so wet that every subtle pulse of his length made filthy little squelching sounds.

Riki finally turned his head, dark eyes locking on your tear streaked face. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

“Please—please, Riki, I need it, I can’t—fuck, I need you to move, please, I’ll be good, just fuck me, please—”

That was all it took.

He shoved you forward so your chest hit the couch cushions, hips yanking you back until your ass was high and presented.

One hard thrust buried him to the root again, knocking the air from your lungs.

“R-Riki—!” you gasped out, your voice cracking as the sudden surge of pleasure shattered what little composure you had left.

Then he started pounding—deep, brutal strokes that made the couch creak and the wet slap of his hips against yours ringing through the room. Every thrust dragged over that swollen spot inside you until your eyes rolled.

“Ah—w-wait, Ki, it’s too much—!” you sobbed, fingers clutching at the couch cushions for leverage as your body shook under him.

“Fuck, you’re so geedy,” he rasped, one hand fisting in your hair to keep your face pressed into the cushions while the other spanked you in time with his thrusts.

“Sitting on my cock for a whole movie, dripping and shaking, and now you’re taking it like a good little slut. Look at you, you’re taking it so well.”

The friction was overwhelming, a relentless build of heat that coiled so tight in your lower stomach it made your head spin.

Every time he pulled back, the cool air hit your soaked skin for just a split second before he slammed back in, hitting that same sensitive mark with cruel precision.

Your fingers dug uselessly into the cushion beneath you, knuckles turning white as you tried to brace yourself against the pace, but there was no escaping him. He had you completely pinned, trapping all the sound in your throat until you were practically suffocating on the sheer weight of him and the intense, electric ache spreading through your entire body.

You came hard, sobbing into the fabric, walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses that only made him fuck you harder. He didn’t slow. He chased his own pleasure with long, punishing strokes, balls slapping against your soaked folds, cock stretching you open on every drive.

When he finally buried himself to the hilt and came, it was with a deep, guttural groan. Hot pulses of cum flooded you, thick and endless, painting your walls until you felt it start to leak out around his length.

He stayed buried, grinding deep to push every drop further inside while you whimpered and trembled beneath him.

Only when the last spurt had left him did he lean down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice rough and satisfied.

“Good girl. Now stay full for me a little longer… we’re watching another one.”

nerd won headcannons 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

pairing :: yang jungwon x fem!reader warnings :: established relationship, fluff, smut, prone bone, kissing, size diff, softdom!jungwon, spit play, squirting, loss of virginity, oral sex, petnames, condescension, dacryphilia, bit gross, not proofread word count :: 2.1k a/n :: full Fic here, had to hold back from da omo… we’ll get em Next Time😅

nerd!won who always has to be touching you somehow since you started dating. it’s never anything overly dramatic, just his hand resting on your knee when you’re sitting beside each other, absentmindedly playing with your fingers whilst he’s reading, or tugging you closer against his side when you’re watching something together. none of your friends have ever seen him this affectionate before. heeseung still hasn’t mentally recovered from the time he walked in you two while jungwon was revising, you clinging to him on his lap like a koala, his hand pressed firmly against your back as he leaned forward to scribble nonsensical notes down about object-oriented programming :c

「 brothers bsf heeseung x fem reader 」

genre ~ smut, fluff. big slow burn 5.0k

synopsis ᵎᵎ y/n has always known heeseung, her older brother’s best friend, who was a constant presence in her life growing up. now 20, despite her growing attraction to him, heeseung sticks to his rule of keeping her off-limits, honouring his promise to never cross the line of dating his best friend’s little sister. however, she’s no longer the little girl she once was.

warnings ᵎᵎ dry humping, hand job, nipple play, first time, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do!), soft dom, profanity

the summer heat clings to the pavement outside, but the backyard is a sanctuary of cold drinks and loud music. the smell of charcoal and seared meat fills the air. jake stands by the grill, flipping burgers with an intensity that suggests he thinks he’s a professional chef. he laughs, shouting something about the secret seasoning to a group of his friends.

you float in the cool blue water of the pool, the chlorine stinging your eyes slightly. chaewon and haerin are beside you, their voices a blur of gossip and giggles. you can feel a gaze on you and you turn your head slowly.

heeseung sits on the edge of a lounge chair, a cold soda in his hand. he isn't talking to anyone. his eyes are locked on you, tracking the way the water beads on your shoulders. when you catch him, he doesn't look away immediately. his expression is unreadable, a mix of something heavy and hungry. then, he blinks and shifts his focus to his drink, a small, tight smile playing on his lips.

"he’s totally staring at you," chaewon whispers, splashing you.

"no he’s not," you reply, though your heart skips. "he’s just zoning out."

"like he wants to eat you alive?," haerin adds with a smirk.

you dive under the water to hide the blush creeping up your neck. heeseung has been a fixture in your life since you were a kid. he’s like an older brother, one you actually like, the one who taught you how to play video games and shared his snacks when jake was being a brat. but lately, the air between you two feels thick. it feels like a string stretched too tight, waiting for one of you to pull it.

── .✦

an hour later, the party is still humming, but you find heeseung in the kitchen. he’s holding his hand, a small piece of gauze pressed against a bleeding cut on his palm.

"what happened?" you ask, stepping closer.

"stupid can opener," he says. his voice is soft, a low rumble that vibrates in your chest. "jake told me to open the pineapple, and i think the pineapple won."

"let me see," you examined his hand before hissing in sympathy with furrowed eyebrows.

“come with me,” you gently lead him to your room, the only place where it is quiet.

you sit him down on the edge of the bed and fetch the first aid kit. you carefully peel back the bloodied gauze. the cut is shallow but jagged. you dab it with antiseptic, and he winces, his fingers twitching against the mattress.

"stop squirming," you murmur.

"it stings," he replies. you look up, and he’s already looking at you. he’s so close you can smell his cologne, something like vanilla and cedar. his eyes roam over your face, lingering on your lips before snapping back to your eyes. the room feels smaller. the sounds of the party downstairs fade into a distant hum.

"you look pretty today," he says.

your hand freezes. you search his face for a sign that he’s joking, but his gaze is steady. it’s an honest observation, stripped of the teasing he usually employs.

"you’re just being nice because i’m fixing your hand," you whisper.

he lets out a short, breathy laugh. he doesn't pull his hand away. instead, he let’s his fingers brush against your wrist.

"maybe i am," he says. "or maybe i’m just finally saying it."

the moment shatters when jake bangs on the door, yelling for heeseung to come help with the drinks. heeseung stands up quickly, the tension snapping like a rubber band. “thanks y/n,” he gives you a small, lingering look before disappearing into the hallway.

── .✦

a week later, the house is quieter. jake has left for a trip with his girlfriend, yunjin, leaving you alone with heeseung.

it starts with a low rumble that shakes the windows. then the sky turns a bruised purple, and the rain begins to hammer against the roof. a sudden, violent crack of thunder echoes through the house, and the lights flicker once, twice, and then vanish. the darkness is absolute. you freeze in your room, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. thunder has always been your enemy. it feels like the world is breaking apart. another bolt of lightning illuminates the room in a ghostly white flash, followed immediately by a boom that makes you jump.

you stumble out of your room, your hands grazing the walls. you find your way to heeseung's door and push it open. he’s lying on his bed, the glow of a small battery powered lamp casting long shadows across his face.

"y/n?" he asks, sitting up.

"can i stay here?," you whisper, your voice trembling. "i-i can’t sleep."

his eyes soften and he smirks just a bit. he doesn't hesitate. he moves over, patting the space beside him. "c’mere."

you scramble onto the bed, curling into a ball. he pulls the duvet over both of you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. you tuck your head under his chin, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. it is the only thing that feels safe in the world.

"i’ve got you," he murmurs. his hand rubs slow circles into your back. "just listen to me. ignore the noise."

you close your eyes, breathing in the scent of him. you feel his chest rise and fall. for a long time, neither of you speak. the rain continues to lash the house, but inside the cocoon of the blankets, it’s warm.

you feel him shift. his chin brushes the top of your head. he pulls you closer, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly. you look up, and he’s already looking down. the light from the lamp catches the gold in his eyes. he doesn't move away. he lets his gaze linger on your lips, his breath hitching.

"y/n," he whispers. it’s a warning and a plea all at once. you want to lean in. you want to erase the few inches of space between you but he closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh, leaning his forehead against yours.

"try to sleep," he breathes. "i’ll carry you to your room once you’re asleep." you feel a cold knot form in your stomach. you didn’t want to go, but you respected the boundaries between you two.

"okay," you agree muttering softly with a nod.

you fall asleep in his arms, but the comfort is gone, replaced by a yearning that feels like a physical ache.

── .✦

a few days later, the sun is back, but the tension has only grown. jake is still away, and he has asked heeseung to keep an eye on you. heeseung is in your room, sitting on the bed while you fuss over him.

"your skin is literally flaking, heeseung. how do you live like this?" you tease, holding a bottle of moisturizer.

"i’m a simple man. soap and water does the trick," he says with a soft smile.

"you’re a disaster," you reply. "sit still."

you lean over him, your face inches from his. he watches you with a quiet intensity, his eyes following every movement of your hands. you gently apply the cream to his cheeks, your fingers massaging the skin in slow, circular motions. you like taking care of him. you like the way he lets you, the way he becomes docile under your touch.

"didn’t know you were so bossy," he

whispers, though he is smiling.

"someone has to be," you retort. "otherwise you would probably forget to eat."

"maybe i like it when you take charge," he says.

you laugh, but the sound dies in your throat when you realize how close you are. the air is thick again. you try to get a better angle to reach his forehead, and you shift, sliding forward until you are sitting partially in his lap.

your heart hammers against your ribs. you freeze, your hands still resting on his face. he doesn't move. he just looks at you, his pupils blown wide.

then, it happens. as you shift again, your crotches graze. it’s a brief, accidental touch, but it feels like an electric shock. you gasp to yourself softly, your eyes widening slightly. beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, you feel it. he’s hard. incredibly hard.

the shock lasts for a second before a sudden, primal heat takes over. neither of you pulls away. instead, he presses you closer. an instinctive need to feel more of him overriding your shyness. you begin to rub against him, a slow, tentative dry humping that starts as an accident and turns into a demand.

he lets out a low, guttural groan, his hands flying to your waist to hold you steady.

"y/n," he gasps. "we shouldn't."

"i don't care," you whisper.

he breaks. he lunges forward, his lips crashing against yours. the kiss is hesitant at first, a question asked in the dark. then it turns hungry. he tastes like mint and longing. his tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling, claiming you in a way he never has before. you moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

his movements becoming more urgent. he was gentle, but the raw need was evident in the way he gripped you. you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. the feeling of him, hard and pressing against you, was overwhelming.

he pulls back for a second, his breathing heavy. he looks at you, really looks at you.

"you’re not the little girl i used to know anymore, are you?" he breathes.

his hands slide down, gripping your thighs and pulling them wider. he reaches for the hem of your shirt, looking at you, asking for permission. when you gave a soft nod he gently lifted it. he sees your breasts and he lets out a shaky breath. he reaches out, his thumb brushing over your nipple, which is already hard and peaking. you arch your back, a small cry escaping your lips.

"god, y/n. you’re so beautiful," he whispers.

he leans down, his mouth replacing his fingers. he sucks your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola. he teased you, biting softly, then sucking hard, creating a vacuum that sent sparks shooting straight to your core. the sensation is overwhelming. you feel a pulsing heat between your legs, a wetness that makes you squirm. “so soft," he groaned.

you reach down, your hand trembling as you find the bulge in his sweatpants. you grip him through the fabric, and he nearly jumps off the bed.

"fuck," he groans. you slide the fabric down, freeing him. his cock springs out, thick and pulsing, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. you’ve never seen anything like it. you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the velvet texture of his cock. he was thick and pulsing, leaking a bit of pre cum that made your grip slick. he let out a strangled noise, his eyes closing.

"let me show you," he whispered. he guided your hand, showing you the rhythm he liked.

"like that. wrap your fingers tighter."

you followed his lead, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock. he was shaking, his muscles tensing under your touch.

"like this?" you ask softly.

"yeah," he rasps. "just like that. a little faster." he guides your hand, showing you the rhythm he likes. you watch as your hand slides up and down the shaft, the skin sliding over the head. you hear the wet sound of your grip, a rhythmic shlicking that makes your own core throb. he closes his eyes, his head falling back against the headboard, his hips jerking upward into your hand.

"y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me," he moans.

you move your hand away, your eyes searching his. you want more. you want everything. you reach for your own pants, sliding them off along with your underwear. you are completely bare before him now, your legs shaking.

he looks at you, and for the first time, hesitation flickers in his eyes.

"i don't want to take this from you," he whispers. "your first time. i want it to be perfect. i don't want to be the one who ruins it."

"i want it to be you," you say, your voice firm despite the nerves. "i only want you, heeseung."

he lets out a shaky breath and pulls you back down, his movements gentle and slow. he kisses your forehead, your eyelids, your nose.

"i’ll be careful," he promises. "tell me if it hurts. tell me to stop, and i’ll stop immediately."

he moves between your legs, his knees pushing yours wide. he enters you slowly, the tip of his cock stretching your tight opening. you wince, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"shhh," he whispers, kissing your jaw. "just breathe. look at me."

you look into his eyes, and the fear begins to fade. he pushes in another inch, then another. you feel a sharp sting, a feeling of being too full, but he stops. he stays still, letting your body adjust. he whispers sweet things to you, telling you how much he loves the way you feel, how long he has wanted this.

when he finally pushes all the way in, you let out a long, shuddering breath. he stays there for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours.

"you okay?" he asks.

"y-yes," you whisper. "don't stop."

he begins to move. it is slow at first, a gentle rocking that focuses on the friction. the sting fades, replaced by a building pressure. he starts to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more confident.

the sounds of the room change. the soft whispers are replaced by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the squelching of your natural lubrication mixing with his. your breasts bounce with every movement, his hands gripping your hips to keep you pinned.

"you feel so tight," he groans, his voice vulgar and raw. "fuck, y/n, you’re squeezing me so hard."

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. you feel him hitting your cervix, a deep, blunt pressure that sends sparks through your entire body. you moan, your voice high and needy.

"more," you beg. "please, more." he obliges, his movements becoming frantic. he is no longer the gentle protector. he is a man possessed. he thrusts into you with a sudden, overzealous energy, his cock slipping out almost entirely before slamming back in. the sound is wet and loud, filling the quiet room.

you feel the tension building, a coil tightening in your lower belly. he is close too. his breathing is ragged, his face strained with effort.

"i’m going to-," he gasps. "i’m going to come."

"m-me too," you cry out. "do it with me." he gives one final, powerful thrust, burying himself as deep as he can go. he freezes, his body shuddering as he releases. you feel the hot, thick pulses of his cum filling you, a warm flood that makes you peak right along with him. you scream into his shoulder, your muscles contracting around him in waves of pleasure.

he collapses on top of you, his heart racing against your own. he doesn't pull away. he stays there, holding you, his breath hot against your neck.

neither of you says a word. there is no confession of love, no promise of a future. there is only the heavy silence and the knowledge that everything has changed.

── .✦

the next morning, you wake up to a cold bed. you walk into the kitchen, your body feeling heavy and sore. jake is there, eating cereal and talking to heeseung. they are laughing about some meme niki made of sunoo in their groupchat.

you stop in the doorway. heeseung looks at you. for a split second, the mask slips. you see the longing, the guilt, and the raw desire in his eyes. then, he looks away, turning back to jake with a casual smile.

"morning, kiddo," jake says, oblivious. "you look like you slept for a thousand years."

"i did," you mutter.

for the next week, it’s as if it never happened. heeseung treats you with a polite, distant kindness. he doesn't touch you. he doesn't linger. he follows the rule again: you are off limits.

the silence between you becomes a torture. every time he walks past you, you feel the ghost of his touch. every time he laughs at something jake says, you feel a surge of resentment. you begin to believe that for him, it was just a moment of weakness. a one time touch that cannot ever happen again.

the pressure reaches a breaking point when jake brings up a topic over dinner.

"so, my friend from college, minho, is coming to visit next month," jake says, chewing on a piece of chicken. "he’s a great guy. smart, funny, and he thinks you’re cute from the photos i showed him. i think you two would reaaally hit it off."

you felt heeseung stiffen beside you. you didn't have to look at him to know he was reeling. it was like he'd been punched in the gut.

"i don't really want to date anyone right now, jake," you said softly.

"come on, just one date. he's a catch," jake insisted. "right, heeseung? minho's a catch, isn't he?"

heeseung didn't answer for a long time. when he did, his voice was cold. "i think she said she's not interested, jake. leave her alone."

jake blinked, surprised by the sharpness of his tone. "whoa, okay. just a suggestion."

heeseung suddenly stands up, his chair scraping softly against the floor.

"i’m gonna get some air," he says, his voice tight. he disappears through the sliding glass door.

── .✦

that night, you couldn't sleep. you walked out onto the balcony, curling up in the large hammock, staring at the city lights. the air was cool, the stars blurred by the city's glow. you felt a presence behind you.

you hear the door open. heeseung slides into the hammock beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, the fabric dipping under his weight. he doesn't look at you. he stared out at the skyline for a long time before he spoke.

"i’m sorry," he whispers. his voice is broken, thick with an emotion he can no longer hide.

"for what? you don’t owe me anything.." you say softly despite the internal tug on your heart.

"for the way i have been acting.. pretending that night didn't happen. for being a coward and acting like i don’t want you every single second of the day." he turned to look at you, and his eyes were swimming with emotion.

"i can't stand it, y/n. i can't stand the thought of you with someone else. i can't stand the way i have to act when jake is in the room."

"then.. why do you keep doing this?" you whisper. "why do you keep pushing me away?"

"because he’s my bestfriend," he says, referring to jake. "and i love you. and in my head, those two things cannot exist at the same time. i promised him years ago that i'd never... that you were off limits. if i take you, i'm betraying the one person who's always had my back."

he reaches out, taking your hand. he slowly guides it to his chest, pressing your palm flat against his heart. it’s racing, drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

"do you feel that?" he asks. "that’s you. it’s always been you. since you stopped being the cute little sister and became the only person i can think about. and i’m terrified, y/n. i’m terrified of losing jake, but i am more terrified of a life where i cannot be with you."

“heeseung..” you muttered in utter shock. you feel a tear slide down your cheek.

"i love you too," you whisper.

he didn't hesitate this time. he pulled you into a kiss that tasted like relief and desperation.

"we have to be secret for a while," he murmurs against your lips. "just until i figure out how to tell him."

"i can do that," you say.

the secret is a thrill. stolen kisses in the laundry room, holding hands under the dinner table while jake talks about his day, and late night visits to each other's rooms when the house is silent. the yearning is replaced by a simmering passion, a shared secret that binds you together.

but secrets have a way of leaking. two weeks later, jake walks into the living room while you and heeseung are entangled on the sofa. you’re draped across his lap, your head tucked into his neck, and he is kissing your temple with a tenderness that is impossible to mistake.

── .✦

the end came on a rainy tuesday. jake had come home early from class and walked into the living room to find you and heeseung tangled together on the couch, heeseung's hand slid deep under your shirt and your legs wrapped around his waist.

they both froze. jake's jaw dropped, his eyes darting from you to heeseung.

"what the actual fuck?" jake yelled.

heeseung stood up, stepping in front of you protectively. "jake, let me explain."

"explain? you're fucking my sister! you're my best friend! how long has this been happening?"

"a while," heeseung said, his voice steady despite the tension. "and i'm sorry i know i broke the promise. i know i crossed the line. but i love her. i really love her."

jake looks at the two of you. he looks at the way you are clinging to heeseung, and the way heeseung is looking at you as if you are the only thing in the world that matters.

jake looked like he was about to explode. he paced the room, swearing under his breath. you held your breath, your heart hammering. then, jake stopped and looked at heeseung.

"you really love her?" jake asked, his voice quieter.

"more than anything in this world," heeseung replied.

jake sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

"god, i'm so stupid. i should've seen it. the way you two look at each other... it's disgusting, honestly." he looked at you and rolled his eyes. "you have terrible taste in men, y/n. he's a nerd."

you laughed, a sob of relief escaping you as you threw your arms around your boyfriend. "i know, but he's my nerd."

he steps forward and points a finger at heeseung. "if you break her heart, i will actually kill you. i will bury you in the backyard and tell everyone you moved to busan."

heeseung laughs, a sound of pure relief. "deal."

jake shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "get a room, you two. seriously. i can't handle the PDA in my own house."

“as if you and yunjin aren’t all over each other!” i yelled at him while giggling.

once jake leaves, heeseung pulls you back down into the cushions. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, warm embrace.

"i can’t believe he is okay with it," he whispers.

"i told you he loved us," you giggle.

you pull back and begin peppering his face with tiny, cute kisses. one on his forehead, one on each cheek, one on the tip of his nose.

"stop it," he laughs, though he is leaning into you. "you’re too cute."

"i’m allowed to," you say, kissing his chin. "i’m your girlfriend now."

he stops laughing, his expression turning soft. he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

"i love you so much baby."

"aww i love you too, my hee."

you cuddle into him, the weight of the world finally lifted. for the first time in your life, everything is exactly where it is supposed to be.

🪽authors note ~ should i do boxer hee next? 👀

𑣲⋆ Park Sunghoon ❤︎ Fem!reader ✴︎ smut reader is obsessed with ribbons Sunghoon loves reader tying ribbons on him dom!Sunghoon.

💭 𓂃 𓈒𓏸  1539  ⋆˚࿔   ꒰  smut  ꒱ 💌 | Heeseung | Jay | Jake | Sunghoon | Sunoo | Jungwon | Riki |

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 ✴︎ Your fantasy to tie a ribbon on your husband's cock, took you to him where he gave you the permission to do it, but also made the ribbon tied on him hit your nose every time you deepthroated him.

Warning : 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 : oral [m rec] ribbon tying on dick teasing blowjob deepthroating gagging cum eating rough sunghoon face fucking praises size kink

🪷°      Haze' notes : Yall- don't judge me after reading this- I just love a rough hubby Sunghoon. Happy reading!!

One whiny puppy coming your way princess (˵•̀ᴗ - ˵ )

NSFW! 18+ Sim. Jake audio!

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Sub!SJ } Maybe... Overstimulating your puppy boyfriend a little more then normal.. using toys to send him over the edge..

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𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥!

jungwon, who can’t help getting hard by your breasts (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

lowkeyly reminds me of my boyfie, sub!won, reader and won are dating, dom!reader, pathetic jungwon (iguess), idunno what else sorry..

you were laying on your bed, scrolling through your phone as jungwon was on you, head on your stomach, a bit bored.

“oh! ‘wonie! look at this photo—” you start rambling about a cat that appeared on your feed, as jungwon nodded along, adjusting his body up to your chest, as he rested his cheek directly on your breast, his face randomly getting hot..

“won? you’re listening, right?” you gently ask, looking down at his cat-like eyes. “mhm..” he said shyly, rubbing his cheek against your chest slightly — as if he was adding salt to injury, because it just made it harder.

“your face is all red, are you catching a fever?” you ask obliviously, “n-no..” he said, looking down, just accidentally grinding himself against your knee. that’s when you realized, this idiot was hard, all from cuddling? it was a bit pathetic, but oh so adorable!!!

“ah—‘msorry..” he whined, not making eye contact, he felt so humiliated, but you — as the sweet thoughtful girlfriend, wanted to help him out.

“you can grind against me if you really need it, yeah?” you said sweetly, but also in a condescending way, as jungwon slid his hand up you shirt. “ah-ah, did you ask first, wonnie?” you grab his wrist, as jungwon pouted, “m-mmsorry i just-” “you can ask first tho, baby.” you cut him off, staring him down.

“c-can—may i- uhm..” he pouts, looking embarrassed, “finish your sentence or you’re not finishing.” you stated, smirking a bit… “…canipleasetouchyourtitties—” he said quickly. “good boy,” you giggled, patting his head. “go ahead.”

“th-thank you..” he murmured, sliding his hand up your shirt, jungwon bit his lip, all blushy. jungwon started grinding his hips once again. “awww, you’re needy, mhmmm?” you teased, playing with his hair.

jungwon’s movements got quicker and more desperate, whining and moaning into your neck “pleasepleaseplease—” was the only word he could say. “you’re close, mhm?” you asked.

maybe you spoke a bit too soon, as soon as you said that, a loud, whiney moan came from jungwon’s throat — his body shaking from his release. “you didn’t even ask…” you sighed.

Jungwon has always liked you, but assumed that you'd never be into him. You've never particularly been into the nerdy loser types. At least, that's what he thought until everything changed before he left for uni on his 18th birthday.

Pairing: Yang Jungwon x fem!reader

Content tags/warnings: Sub Jungwon, loser Jungwon, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Recreational Drug Use, Loss of Virginity, Car Sex, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Birthday Sex, PWP, Creampie, slight angst, other Enha members briefly mentioned, WC: 6.5K

Note: This is my first ever work I've published, so please be nice! Feel free to give me suggestions for the future and requests as well!.

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Jungwon was never a party person, but his friends had convinced him to throw a party for his 18th birthday at least, “Before you go off to college without us!” Sunoo exclaimed. Which, fair, but he’s 99% sure they just wanted to have a party at his house because he has a pool in the backyard, and because his parents really don’t care what he does unless he breaks their ornaments. 

He originally invited the guys, just them 6, and a couple other friends, you included. You’re the only girl he’s even remotely close to, always having been socially awkward with girls. Now that the party is in full force, he sort of regrets agreeing to having this “birthday” party. 

Heeseung and Jake invited basically every single girl in town to the party, and he watches from the stairs as they flit around to everyone, both of them having two girls hanging off each of their arms. Jay and Sunghoon brought alcohol (from god knows where) and are currently playing beer pong outside. But Jay isn’t good at holding his alcohol, so his hand eye coordination is fucked. Sunghoon laughs as Jay is forced to drink yet another cup. Sunoo is laughing with some of the girls, probably gossiping about the latest breakups. and Ni-ki is…somewhere. Probably on the dance floor as he always is. 

Jungwon sighs and swirls the drink he has in his hand, the red plastic cup bending a little under the force of his grip. The music is loud and blaring throughout the living room, there’s tons of people in the pool outside, probably a couple people skinny dipping. He doesn’t want to think about the mess of a cleanup he’s gonna have to do tomorrow. He loves his friends, but right now he really hates them. His glasses keep slipping down his nose from the perspiration inside the house. 

He’s brought out of his thoughts when he hears you practically screaming in his ear over the loud music. 

“Not having fun at your own birthday party?!” 

He turned to look at you. Your face is shadowed by the flashing light, but you’re still just as pretty, smiling up at him widely. He feels a slight pang in his chest. He’s gonna miss you when he leaves in a few weeks.

“It’s alright, I just should’ve known better than letting the guys throw me a party,” he shouts back. 

You examine his expression for a bit. It’s slightly contemplative, and tired. An expression that’s far too serious considering he’s at his own birthday party. 

“Can you drive me home?! I’m kinda tired now, it’s too chaotic.”

“...Sure. Let me get my keys.”

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Jungwon grips the steering wheel tightly as his eyes dart back and forth between you and the road. Your feet are propped up against the dashboard, allowing your shorts to ride up dangerously high. You’re wearing a black tanktop, one of the ones that have a built in bra. He overheard you mentioning to Sunoo that you don’t like regular bras with wires in them because they fuck up your back. Jungwon feels like a creep, trying to stare at your tits while simultaneously driving you home. 

His glasses are almost falling off now from how sweaty his face is, and his hands are clammy. He's driven you home before, but he’s never seen you in this kind of outfit. At least not around him, only in pictures from when you told him about the parties you’ve been to with the others.  

“I think Heeseung and Jake were trying to find a couple girls to take home for the night,” you say offhandedly. “Makes sense though, they’ve always been into doing that shit together.”

Jungwon hums absentmindedly, not really catching what you said. Not when you look so good, sitting in his passenger seat. “I just hope they don’t use my room. Last time they did that I had to throw away my sheets.”

You let out a loud laugh, “Ugh don’t remind me! I swear those two are something, always horny like dogs in heat.”

You turn to the side a bit more, giving him a curious glance. Jungwon’s hands suddenly get a bit sweatier, because now you’re giving him your full attention, but also because the action makes your cleavage more prominent. “Are you still a virgin?” You ask, not unkindly, just curious. 

Jungwon’s ears pinken a little, “Uh…yeah. I know everyone else isn’t. Not even Sunoo and Ni-ki.”

You roll your eyes a little, “They don’t count because they’re dating. Their first times were with each other, and at this point they’re bound to get married by the end of next year.”

Jungwon nods a little, “Yeah…yeah.”

You give him a comforting smile. “Don’t think too much about it, I’m sure at college there will be tons of girls who are gonna be into you. You’re handsome anyways, and you’re smart. What could they possibly not like?”

Jungwon’s ears start ringing. Did you just call him handsome? He can’t be acting like a fool, so he just forces a chuckle and nods. “Yeah, maybe. We’ll see.”

“And anyways,” you say offhandedly, “first times are not always amazing. My first time definitely was not. The guy barely knew what he was doing. Then I had my situationship and…yeah. That’s basically been it.”

Jealousy unfolds in Jungwon’s chest when you mention the fact that you’ve already had sex with other people before. Two people aren’t a lot, unlike the majority of other girls at their high school. But still, two people that weren’t him. 

You notice his sudden silence and move on to a different topic, the two of you idly talking for a few more minutes before you pull out a small plastic bag that has crushed herbs inside. 

“Have you ever smoked pot before?”

Jungwon raises an eyebrow. “Just once. The guys made me do it at Sunghoon’s grad party. Where did you get it though?”

You hum a little, holding the bag up to inspect it. “Jake. He had extras, gave me one and told me to share it with you. Something about how you’re ‘most comfortable with me’ or whatever.”

Jungwon feels slightly embarrassed at that. Is he that obvious? “Ah…yeah. You wanna smoke it?”

You shoot a coaxing smile his way. “Can we? It’s your birthday after all. We should celebrate.”

Jungwon smiles a little, perhaps hopefully too. “Sure, we can.”

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“The others talk about you a lot, y’know?” You say casually, head bent over as you deftly packed the crushed herbs into the paper, a forgotten file cover laying over her lap as a worktop.

“Uh huh,” Jungwon says absently, staring down the front of your tank top and cleavage, mouth dry and face flushed. You two already smoked a blunt earlier, and he’s never been good with weed or alcohol, so he’s already feeling floaty and out of it. 

Your tank top is looser now, so Jungwon has free range to ogle the plush curve of your full tits. The V-neck is low enough that when Jungwon tilts his head just right, he can actually catch a glimpse of a dusky nipple. He faintly remembers that you’re his friend, and that he should not be ogling you like a pervert. But you’ve been his crush for close to 3 years now, and you’re focused on rolling another blunt, so he lets himself stare.

“Yeah,” You say and shrug, a strap moving to the edge of a shoulder. Like the loser he is, Jungwon prays for it to fall off while you continue multitasking like a boss: rolling their blunts and talking while the radio plays some top 50s in the background.

“I heard them say a lot of different things. How you’re probably gonna be the most successful out of all of us later on, or how you’re gonna make the most money. Since you’re studying biochem or something like that. They’re also hoping that you won’t die a virgin. ‘Just one girl!’ they kept saying. I swear to god, they’re so insufferable sometimes. So what if you’re still a virgin? We’re all young, there’s no rush. I honestly wish I waited longer.”

“Totally,” Jungwon says offhandedly and you pause, looking back up at him before snorting. His eyes are still fixed on your tits, his pupils wide and unfocused from the weed. You both are seated in the backseat of Jungwon’s jeep parked near a cliff a little away from the suburban neighborhood he grew up in. You and him frequented this spot fairly often in the summer, when you two didn’t wanna hang out with the others. 

You go back to rolling the blunt, pretending like you don’t see how Jungwon is blatantly ogling your chest. You say something else but Jungwon doesn’t hear it because the strap of your loose top finally slips off your shoulder. Jungwon praises the Lord. It makes the already low neckline of your tank top dip even lower, and Jungwon bites his lip when he can finally see one of your soft nipples in the half-dark of the night with how you’re hunched over.

Jungwon thinks that your tits are the single most fantastic thing that God has ever created. He spends a lot of time staring at them, or just thinking about them. The others tease him about it all the time, but right now he can’t be bothered to care. 

Jungwon likes your boobs. He also likes your legs, your hair, your face, your voice. He likes everything about you, but at the end of the day he likes you as a person more than he likes your tits. Even if you never showed them to him again, he would still be down bad for you. There’s a lot of nights where the insecurity and loneliness of being inexperienced is a little too much, and he finds himself getting off to the thought of you.

But right now, Jungwon’s forgotten about all of that. He’s already half-hard with all the ogling he’s been doing at your boobs, and he’s completely lost the plot the moment one of your straps slipped down.

You snort again and Jungwon almost whines when you straighten up to lick the adhesive of the rolling paper to seal the joint, tugging her strap back on and obscuring the very nice view he had been enjoying. He’s definitely out of it, because he would have never been this obvious if it weren’t for the weed. Not that you didn’t notice him before, he was always a little too obvious about his crush on you. 

“Pervert,” You say teasingly, leaning against the door and stretching out your bare legs to place your feet on His lap, just on top of his crotch. Jungwon’s breath catches in his throat, but feigns nonchalance and leans back on the opposite door, his hands balled up into fists at his sides. You smile at his crookedly, strands of your ponytail failing out and framing your face. 

“You weren’t listening to a word I’ve been saying, have you?” You ask him, raising her hips to get at the pocket of the tiny shorts she was wearing, making a satisfied sound as she fishes out a lighter.

Jungwon’s ears flush a scarlet red, even through the dim lighting. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean it-”

You roll your eyes, raising the joint and lighter up to your lips. You’re wearing lip gloss, something sticky and light pink. Your perfume is a floral fragrance he can’t get enough of. “Don’t play dumb Jungwon, you’re really obvious about it. It’s cute actually. I kind of like it. And you too.”

Jungwon has no idea what to say in response. The girl he’s liked for nearly 3 years now, one of his closest friends, is now admitting that she knew about his crush the whole time, and that she also maybe likes him back. He doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed or hopeful. 

You pause and tilt your head at Jungwon, narrowing your eyes. 

“I haven’t gotten you a birthday present, have I?”

“No…I don’t think so.”

You hum after a moment, your back straightening. 

“Here,” you say, leaning over and thrusting the joint and the lighter at Jungwon who clumsily takes them from her on autopilot. “I’m feeling generous, so you can have something nice to look at while we hotbox your fancy jeep.”

And then Jungwon’s choking on his spit because you’re tugging off your tank top and tossing it into the backseat carelessly, leaving yourself bare from the waist up.

Your tits are full and heavy, your nipples dusky and hard. There’s a mole on the side of the bottom curve of your left breast, and you playfully reach up with a small hand to cup your right. The fat spills over from the force of your grip, and Jungwon’s fully hard and drooling in two seconds.

You give him a coy smile. “Is this a good enough present Birthday Boy? Losing your virginity to me?” You ask him sweetly, fluttering your lashes at Jungwon. He swallows thickly, eyeing your magnificent tits, your waist, the cute little pudge of your lower belly, right under your button with how you’re seated.

“Yes,” Jungwon answers hoarsely, clutching the lighter so hard he can feel the imprint it leaves behind in his palm. He takes care not to fuck up the joint because then you will probably make him roll it again, and really doesn’t wanna do that right now. Not when you’re sitting half naked across from him looking like a goddess. He really wants to play with your tits, maybe suck on one of them. 

Jungwon’s cock twitches at the mental image, and he’s debating if he should say something or just sit here and drive you home, then jerk off in the car alone. He jolts when you clears your throat expectantly, your small hands at the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes what, Jungwon?” you say with a raised brow. 

“Please,” Jungwon chokes out. “Yes please, yes. Thank you. Yes. The best birthday present ever,” Jungwon nods firmly and your giggles are bright and bubbly and he falls in love some more.

You don’t tease but you also don’t hurry, sliding your shorts down your thighs and folding your legs to get them off all the way. You drop the shorts to the floor and spread your legs. Even in the dark, he can see the wet sheen on your shaven pussy.

“You’re not wearing panties,” Jungwon breathes and you hum amused, shaking her head.

“Light up, Jungwon,” You tell him, getting comfortable fully nude in the backseat of Jungwon’s jeep, placing one leg back on his lap, your foot resting right over his hard cock that’s straining in his jeans. You place your other foot on the floor so that he has an uninterrupted view of your wet pussy in the dim light.

You look like a sin, beautiful and naked and smiling at him with sultry eyes. He wonders if he’s already dead, because he must be in heaven now. Jungwon fumbles with the joint, his hands shaky from both nerves and a lack of coordination, attempting to light it up a few times before he’s successful. You watch as he takes a hit, holding the pungent smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling into the confines of the jeep.

He takes one more puff before passing you the joint and relaxing back against the door, uncaring of the way the handle digs into his lower back, greedily watching you.

You flex your toes on his clothed cock as you take a hit, the tip of the joint a cherry-orange color in the half-light of the evening. Jungwon doesn’t know where to look; at your eyes that seem to read right through him, at your pink lips curling around the filter of the joint, at your cherry red acrylics, at your naked breasts that rise and fall with her breaths, or at the darkened juncture between your thick thighs where the folds of your pussy are puffy and wet. 

Jungwon swallows a little and nods when you pass the joint back to him. His tolerance is already low, but smoking pot with the girl of his dreams who’s also naked makes him melt into the seats, his eyes heavy and limbs loose yet tense at the same time. 

You two smoke like that for a while. Jungwon, horny and fully clothed, you, also horny, but completely naked. Time passes slowly as you two just float in the haze of chemicals rushing through your bloodstreams, some random RnB songs playing softly in the background. Jungwon is sure he can taste the arousal in the air, both yours and his, and you hum like you can read his mind. Your hand creeps down, fingers slipping over your slick before you touch yourself more firmly and spread yourself open for Jungwon. 

Jungwon’s cock is leaking into his boxers, and basically his jeans at this point. You flex your toes again, right over the sensitive head. Jungwon only has eyes for you and your pretty pussy, and when you dip the tip of your middle finger inside, Jungwon’s cock twitches. He has to hold back a pathetic moan. 

“Jungwonie,” you mumble, biting your lip and playing with your nipple. “D’you wanna fuck? It’s your birthday present after all.”

Jungwon stares at you a little longer before he nods eagerly, crawling over to you. His limbs are slightly uncoordinated as he hesitantly reaches out to touch one of your tits. You cover his hand with yours and squeeze it, loving how he gasps as he finally gets to touch you. 

“It’s okay Jungwon, it’s your birthday. You can do whatever you want.” 

He looks at you with wide eyes, his glasses slightly foggy from how hot it is inside the car. “Really? I can?”

You smile and nod. “Really.”

You let out a giggle when he suddenly pushes you down onto the seats, his mouth around a nipple, letting out a happy sound and a soft moan as he suckles on it while he squeezes both your boobs. You let out a pleased sigh, taking off his glasses for him and throwing them carelessly to the side. He groans when you run and hand through his hair. 

Jungwon doesn’t really remember how he even got here, but he’s not complaining as you moan while he licks and sucks and plays with your tits to his heart’s content, groping and jiggling them, his hips absently rutting into the space between your hips while your hold his head in place with a firm grip in his hair.

“You’re like a baby,” you half-complain, half-giggle even if you’re the one arching your back to push your tits into Jungwon’s face and mouth, directing his head to wherever you want. Jungwon hums and slobbers all over your boobs, licking everywhere, sucking hickeys onto your skin, and then you say something that almost has him cumming in his pants right there and then. 

“I’m on birth control, you know. And I don’t like how condoms feel anyways.” 

Jungwon lets go of your boob that he had been furiously trying to slurp into his mouth with a wet pop. He raises his head up and looks at you with wide hazy eyes, both surprised and turned on at what you’re asking. His mouth drops open slightly, his lips shiny and puffy with saliva. 

“Huh?” He asks, super intelligently.

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Well? Do you wanna fuck me raw or not? It would be a shame if you missed out on your present-”

“No! I mean-no, I want to.” He quickly says. “I would love to.”

His adamant and small voice makes you grin, and you bring him up for a kiss. God, is this his first kiss too? He’s so endearingly clumsy with it, or maybe it’s just the weed that has him all high and loopy, all reservations thrown out the window. 

Jungwon suddenly pulls back, panting a little, his chest heaving. “I wanna go down on you. I wanna taste you, want you to teach me.”

You think you could cum right there and then. He’s so cute, all flushed cheeks and puffy lips, his hands gripping your thighs like he needs something to steady himself. You nod a little. “M’kay baby. Why don’t you just try touching me first.”

He nodded with a determined expression, softly rubbing his fingers over your folds. “Y-you’re wet,” he said shakily. 

“Yeah, because you turn me on. I like you Jungwon.”

He whimpered again, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh, and you spread your legs to rest them on his shoulders. 

Jungwon was so nervous, he had no idea what to do. What if he fucks this up and you never want to see him again? What if he totally embarrasses himself and you tell everyone else how horrible he is in bed-

You tap his cheek a few times. “Jungwon. You with me? You still wanna eat me out or no?”

He blinks a few times before nodding quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” He stammered nervously before pleadingly whispering, “Can you teach me? Please? I want it to be good for you.”

Your heart aches a little at his words, and you nod. You spread your pussy apart with two fingers, exposing the small bud. “You see this? That’s my clit. You can use your mouth, and lick me. Or suck on it, just not too hard or else it’s gonna hurt. You can use your finegers too.”

He nods as if he’s in a lecture hall, taking notes from a professor. You hold back a laugh to not embarrass him further before he leans in to lick a single stripe up your pussy, giving your clit a tentative few kitten licks. Your hips jerk forward a little at the stimulation. 

“Mmm..yeah that’s good, just like that,” you breathed. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. He gave your clit a few more soft licks, pulling out a few breathy moans from you. 

“C-can I try some other things too?”

“Of course baby, try anything.”

He nodded a little, running his tongue all over your pussy lips before just barely dipping it into your hole. He collected your arousal, spreading it around your cunt before moving back up to lap at your clit. “That f-felt good Jungwon,” you hummed. “Do it again.”

He continued his movements, his confidence building slightly. The song playing in the background did little to mask the soft squelching sounds of Jungwon’s tongue on your pussy. His cock was still straining against his jeans, but made no move to grind them against the seats. 

“Can I try sucking a little?”

“Sure. Be gentle though.”

His pouty lips gently wrapped around your clit, sucking so light and sweetly like he was giving you little kisses down there. “Good…fuck that’s good, Jungwon. Good boy.” You moaned, oblivious to the new endearment you had just given him. 

He moaned against your pussy, pulling off with a wet pop. “Can I use my fingers too?”

“Yes, god yes.” You almost begged, but held yourself back. You’re supposed to be the one in control after all. But a few seconds passed and you felt nothing, so you looked down again. He was hesitantly looking between his hand and your cunt with worried eyes. “I don’t wanna hurt you though. What if I do it wrong?”

Your heart melted a little, god you aren’t surviving this. “You won’t hurt me Jungwon, I’ll help you. Just be gentle, and curve them upwards towards my belly button, m’kay?”

He nodded a little more confidently this time. “Okay, how many?”

“Two is good,” You smiled, pushing his sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

He nodded and bit his lip, slowly slipping his pointer and middle fingers inside you, whimpering once he felt how hot and wet you were. “Holy shit,” he whispered. 

“Just like that. Now just slowly pump them in and out, and curve them like I said.”

He’s a good listener, and a quick learner. His long, slender fingers felt better than your own or anyone else’s. He stared for a few seconds, almost marveling at the sight. 

“Can I use my mouth as well now?”

“Please, Jungwon.” Hearing your pleading tone made him ache all over again, and he let out a small whimper. 

He used his free hand to rub a few small circles onto your clit before attaching his mouth to your pussy again. His fingers started gaining rhythm, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. When they brushed against your g-spot, you let out a loud moan. 

“Baby, Jungwon,” You sighed. “So good for me, such a good boy.”

Jungwon moaned against your cunt at the praise, his body prickling all over. His tongue moved down to flick over where his fingers had entered you. The tip of his nose bumped against your clit, sending sparks through your body. You arched your back, and he pressed his face even more against your pussy, like he was trying to mold with you. 

He ate you out with more enthusiasm once he knew he was doing good, the slurping noises coming from between your thighs making your head spin. His mouth was so sweet, so inexperienced yet eager. He looked up at you from between your legs, his eyes wide and shiny. His fingers massaged your g-spot just like you told him to. His lips puckered around your clit and his tongue dipped inside your again, slurping softly. 

“Shit! I think I’m gonna cum,” you groaned. “Don’t stop.” He moved his mouth back up to your clit, whimpering and gently sucking, ever so gentle. 

“Baby…fuck, yeah j-just like that.” This feeling was quite foreign. Not the feeling of an orgasm, but the feeling of being treated so preciously and tenderly, the feeling of your pleasure being the priority instead of his. You exes were always taking and never giving anything in return. But here was Jungwon, with his pretty fingers and mouth, giving you your first real orgasm. 

Your toes curled and your eyes squeezed shut as he sucked on your clit a little harder, his fingers pressing deeper inside of you and moving faster. The pressure in your lower stomach was almost too much. “That’s it, god yes-fuck! Jungwon!” 

One last suck from his lips and curl of his fingers had you tipping over the edge. Your walls clenched around his fingers as he moaned and hummed against your cunt. Your body spasmed against the car seat, your orgasm heightened by the blunts you two had smoked earlier. You rode out the feeling as your hips wiggled a little. Jungwon slowly pulled his fingers out, but not before cleaning you up a little with his tongue. 

He pulled back on his knees slightly dazed, his chest heaving. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss him. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips, and your hand carefully slipped down to unzip his pants. 

Jungwon’s breath started quickening and he pulled his shirt over his lean, revealing his soft and lean body. He wriggled his hips to take off his jeans and boxers, revealing his fully hard and leaking cock. He threw his clothes into the trunk, uncaring of anything else. 

You took him into your hand and stroked him gently, loving the way he gasped and whimpered. 

“You’re so pretty down here baby. You’re pretty everywhere. I can't believe I get to be your first.”

He giggled breathily, trying not to cum right there and then. “I wouldn’t want anybody else, except for you.”

The feeling of his heart pounding in his chest and the pulsing between his legs was almost too much. He feverishly captured your lips in another kiss, one that was much messier and desperate than the last one. He gripped your hips with his hands like it was the only thing anchoring him. He wanted to do more so badly, but he needed to calm down first, so he just kept kissing you. You rested your hands on his shoulders while he kneaded your tits, the blunt long forgotten and already put out on the floor. 

His dick rested on your stomach, leaking copiously and slicking up your skin, making it easy for him to slide it against your pussy. Your cum and his spit was still covering you, and eventually you were so wet he couldn’t help but grind between your folds. 

And you felt like heaven, so soft and wet, all his. He let out a desperate, needy whimper and buried his face against your chest. He felt a few tears prickle at his eyes from how good it felt. You moaned a little and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Don’t cry baby, it’s okay.”

He felt so dumb, crying before having sex for the first time. This was supposed to be a very sexy moment, but he felt completely unsexy and out of his depth. 

“I’m not even inside yet, and I almost came.” His words were thick and slurred with pleasure as he mumbled against one of your nipples. He sounded mournful almost, as if cumming prematurely was the worst thing possible. 

You laughed a little at his embarrassed confession. “It’s okay, just go slow. You can do that for me can’t you? My good boy, “ you cooed, your chest vibrating with your giggles. 

He whined at the endearment and nodded shakily. “Y-yeah, your good boy, all yours.”

He slid the tip of his cock up and down your cunt, occasionally brushing it against your clit. You hummed and pulled him down for another kiss, playing with his hair a little. 

And you two just made out like that again, his hips lazily moving against yours, his cock dragging against your clit. He’s never been this hard in his life, the top of his cock a flushed red when it peeked out from between your folds. He was leaking so much precum onto your cunt that it was starting to make soft squelching noises. And as much as you wanted to be patient for him, you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Jungwon,” you pulled your back to look up at him, gently caressing his cheek. “I need you now.”

“M’kay,” he breathed, reaching a hand down to guide his cock to your entrance, hissing when his tip just barely dipped inside. He made eye contact with you again, and slowly eased in a little more after seeing your reassuring smile.

He pushed in a little more before letting out a whimper and stopping once he felt how velvety your walls were. 

“Shh, it's okay Jungwon,” you cooed, your nails running up and down his back. “Just go slow like I said, be a good boy for me yeah?”

He pushed his hips forward again, letting out a pretty, high-pitched moan as your pussy seemed to suck him in every further, gliding against him like silk. 

“S-so good,” he whined, “Feels amazing.” His words were almost unintelligible, as if he was drunk off the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. “Best birthday gift ever. Thank you so much, fuck-”

The heat in your core flared at his needy words, and you swore you could feel every vein and twitch of his cock inside you. 

He pulled his hips back slightly and pushed them forward again, another pretty moan escaping his lips as he bottomed out. Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes, and your heart clenched a little. 

“You’re so pretty, can’t believe I get to be with you like this,” he mumbled, slowly building up a pace with his hips. The sweat of your stomach and thighs made the sounds of his thrusts louder in the small space. It was slightly cramped in the backseat, the windows fogging up, but you didn’t mind. This was perfect. Jungwon was perfect. 

Jungwon could barely even focus, it was difficult to keep a steady rhythm since he was still adjusting, especially with your swollen pussy hugging him like a vice. But he forced himself to stay focused, wanting to make you feel good too. 

You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, your other hand gripping his shoulder. You wiped away the tears that had slid down his cheeks. “So good for me baby, my good boy.”

He may or may not have cried a little harder at that, his hips jerking forward uncontrollably. “L-love you so much, I always have.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you replied without thinking. Because you already knew the answer. “I love you too, Jungwon. So damn much."

He continued shallowly thrusting for a few minutes longer before noticing that you were in an uncomfortable position, your head propped up on the car door. With all the composure he could muster, he gathered your body and sat upright so that you were straddling him. His head tilted back once you were fully seated on top of him, your pussy milking his cock. 

He attempted to start slowly thrusting again with his hands gripping your hips, but his thighs were shaking, sweat running down his temple. You helped him by gently bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning at the feeling. You shouldn’t have been surprised when his mouth latched onto your nipple again. 

“You feeling okay baby?” You asked breathlessly, your hands holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself. 

He groaned and nodded, his eyes half closed as you rolled your hips sinfully. His whole body felt like it was buzzing, and he hadn’t even cum yet. “Yeah, it’s good,” he mumbled around your tit.

You gently cupped his face, tilting his chin up. He whined a little when your nipple left his mouth, but he wanted to be good for you. His lashes were clumped together from his tears and he slowly blinked at you a few times. His eyes were slightly puffy from crying, his lips swollen from kissing. 

“You’re so beautiful Jungwon, so pretty, so cute, my pretty boy.” You whispered, bouncing a little faster, reveling in the way he threw his head back in a moan, his hands alternating between gripping your tits and hips. 

That watery look of adoration and lust in his eyes had your hips stuttering, and you had to hold back a whimper as he started peppering kisses all across your chest and neck. He let out soft whines as you repeatedly slammed down on his cock, his hips thrusting up to match you. 

His words started coming out easily, rambling while thumbing at your clit. “L-love you so much, I already said that but I don’t care. M’gonna take you out on a real date, m’gonna make you my girlfriend.”

You let out a breathy laugh, your body shuddering as he relentlessly circled his thumb. “Oh yeah? You're gonna spoil me and treat me right?”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “M’gonna make you mine, gonna show everyone at uni how pretty my girl is.”

That feeling of love and ache swirled in your chest again, making its way down to your core. You started to feel the beginning of another orgasm building up. “It’s a bit early to call me your girl, baby.”

He looked up at you defiantly, his eyes watery but firm, his lower lip trembling like you just broke his heart. “No it’s not. I already know, you’re mine and I love you. I’m gonna visit you every weekend in uni, gonna get us a job, gonna do everything I can for you.” He thrusted his hips up harder with more conviction this time, drawing out a loud gasp from you. 

You repositioned yourself so that your face was directly above his, your hips still snapping up and down. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, sniffling a little. “I don’t need all that Jungwon. You’re all I need.”

“No, you deserve it. And I’m gonna give you everything you want, I promise.” His tears were spilling over again, not even trying to stop himself from crying anymore. 

“Jungwon,” you moaned, pressing your face against his neck. The pressure in your stomach was becoming unbearable, and your pussy started gushing and tightening around him. 

He let out a half-moan half-sob, his hips thrusting faster. His mind was almost fuzzy, and he didn’t realize what he said until the words had already left his mouth. 

“Gonna get you a ring and buy you a house. Gonna buy a big bed for us so I can do this with you everyday. S-so I can give you my babies and we can have a big family-”

You cried out and slammed yourself down on his cock faster. You didn’t say anything in response, because you couldn’t even think of any words to describe how much you wanted that. How much you wanted a life like that with him.

“Jungwon, m’gonna cum again.” You whimpered.

You were so close, almost there, and the feeling was warm and gooey, taking over your body and limbs. 

He rubbed a few more circles onto your hypersensitive clit, and that’s when you were done for. You snapped your hips down one last time to push his cock deeper into you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, a sob of pleasure and sensitivity escaping both of you. And that, Jungwon was convinced, was the most heavenly thing he’d ever experienced. Your walls clenched down and then fluttered around him, squeezing his dick. 

His hands gripped your waist as he snapped his hips up to fuck you through your orgasm, not quite able to reach his own just yet. 

You leaned down to grip his hair and whisper harshly against his ear. “Be a good boy and cum inside me Jungwon.”

He moaned so loud it was practically a scream as he tipped over the edge, his cock twitching violently inside you. His cum gushed inside you and it slowly leaked down to his balls. The spasming of your cunt caused more cum to leak out, while he made those pretty noises in your ear as you shuddered on top of him. He whined when he looked down and saw how much was leaking out of you. He didn’t want anything to spill out, he wanted to stay inside you forever. 

You both just stayed like that in each other’s embrace for a little longer, riding out your orgasms, before he whispered softly. “I wasn’t lying y’know. I’m being serious about all that.”

You nodded and kissed his cheek. “I know, we can talk later. I hope you liked your birthday present baby.”

He grinned toothily, his face flushed and sweaty, his cheeks flushed and stained from his tears. You think he looks best like this. “I loved it. Loved being your good boy.”

And that was enough for the two of you. 

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( 심재윤 ) In which - Your boyfriend; Jake, offers to tutor you for your upcoming anatomy exam. Little does he know; you learn better physically.

~ 1.5K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, oral sex( female rec), Hair Pulling,     Choking / Neck Grabbing,   Marking / Biting / Scratching,       comming inside, glasses Jake (yes that needs a warning.)

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande

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I lay upside down on Jake's couch, my legs dangling over the backrest while Jake sat at his desk buried in homework. My voice filled the room as I recounted the chaos from my lecture. “And then Izzy said ‘I bet you 5 Bucks you wouldn’t yell penis now’ in our lecture-”

Jake spun around in his chair, eyes wide behind his glasses. “Please tell me you didn’t yell penis Baby!” Jake said.

“Well of course I did?! Joe’s have that 5 dollar taco deal today!” I said.

“CHOI!” Jake yelled, already mad.

“It’s not that big of a deal Jake!” I said, rolling my eyes. “It’s not professional!” Jake said, turning to his homework again. “Well neither was us making out in the Janitor closet so-”Jake cut me off.

"We wouldn't talk about that!" Jake said.

“Sorry; sorry, right…. Anyways so yeah that was my schoolday; what are you even doing?” I asked as I finally got up and walked over to him. “Anatomy homework.” Jake said.

“Gosh I’m so bad at anatomy!” I groaned, hanging around his shoulders while he kept writing.

“I know.” Jake said.

“Rude!” I said mad.

“UGHH I have an anatomy exam next week I’m so going to fail!” I said.

“You know your boyfriend is good at anatomy right?” Jake asked, turning around in his chair and pulling me onto his lap. “Well duh, one thing I’m very jealous about next to your really healty hair.” I laughed, running my hands through his hair.

“Well I can tutor you!” Jake said.

“Really?!” I asked. “Of course let’s start right now.” Jake said smiling. “Eww nooo I was thinking something like…. Monday!” I said smiling . “Your exam is Thursday.” Jake said.

“That’s plenty of time!” I said rolling my eyes.

“We’re starting right now.” Jake said again. Jake stood up, putting me on his bed. “NOOO” I yelled out.

Thirty minutes later he pointed at the diagram. “Okay. What bone is this?” Jake asked. I stared at it. "...A bone," I said. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Very specific.” Jake said annoyed.

I shrugged. “It’s the scapula.” Jake said. “Shoulder blade. Remember that.” “Scapula!” I repeated half-heartedly.

“Good. Now, what's this one?” Jake asked. He pointed lower. “…The arm bone?” I said.

Jake sighed again this time bigger. “The humerus.” Jake said. “I knew that.” I said. “No, you didn't.” Jake said. “I was testing you!” I yelled. “Mhm.”

“Babe I’m done with this!” I said. I flew into his arms, hugging him and whining. “Stop it this is serious.” Jake said. “We’re already studying for 3 hours!” I said. “30 minutes,” Jake corrected me.

“30 minutes; 3 hours tomato, tomahto. Can we take a break already?!” I begged with puppy eyes.

Jake tried to keep going, but I was bored out of my mind. I shifted on his lap, pressing my ass back against his crotch in slow, deliberate rolls. At first he stiffened and muttered, “Baby, stop. We need to focus.” Jake said.

I ignored him, grinding a little harder, feeling his cock twitch under his sweats. My hand slid down between us, palming him through the fabric. “Come on, Jake… you’ve been staring at bones all day. Let me give you something better to study.” I said.

He grabbed my wrist, voice tight. “Baby, I said stop.” Jake said. But his hips gave a tiny involuntary thrust against my hand。

I leaned in and licked his neck. “Make me.” I said.

Jake’s breath hitched. A low “fuck-” left his lips. He yanked his glasses off and tossed them onto the desk. The second they were gone his whole demeanor changed.

His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around my throat in a firm grip that made my pulse race. He pushed me back onto the bed, climbing over me, eyes dark.

“You want to be a brat during study time?” Jake growled, already tugging my shirt up. “Fine. We’ll study your body instead.” Jake said.

He kissed the curve of my collarbone. “Clavicle.” Jake murmured against my skin before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. I gasped, arching.

His mouth moved lower, tongue tracing the swell of my breast. “Pectoralis major.” Jake said. Another bite, right above my nipple. He sucked the stiff peak into his mouth, teeth grazing, then released it with a wet pop. “Areola. Nipple.” Jake said.

I moaned, fingers threading into his hair. Jake shoved my leggings and panties down in one rough motion. He spread my thighs wide, staring at my pussy like it was the only diagram that mattered.

“Labia majora,” Jake said, voice rough, then dragged his tongue up the length of my slit. “Labia minora. Clitoris.” Jake said. He circled the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard.

My hips bucked; he pinned them down with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin.

“Jake—fuck—” I moaned.

He didn’t answer with words. He buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking with filthy wet sounds filling the room. Two fingers pushed inside me, curling against my front wall while his tongue worked my clit. I clawed at his shoulders, leaving red scratches down his back. He groaned into my pussy, the vibration making me clench around his fingers.

When he finally pulled back his mouth was shiny. He stripped fast, cock springing free, thick and flushed. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed inside in one hard thrust.

I cried out, the stretch burning so good. Jake’s hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back as he started pounding into me. Each snap of his hips drove his cock deep, the head hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“Such a tight little cunt.” Jake snarled, free hand sliding around to grip my throat again. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Couldn’t wait to get fucked instead of studying.” Jake said smirking.

“Yes—yes, Jake—harder—” I moaned.

He obliged, hips snapping brutally. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with my moans and his low grunts. He leaned down, teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, sucking a dark bruise into place.

I scratched at the sheets, body jolting with every thrust. Jake pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my back again, then drove back in, hooking my legs over his shoulders so he could fuck me even deeper.

“Ahh—Fuck—Look at you.” Jake panted, one hand pressing down on my lower belly while the other stayed on my throat. “Taking every inch like a good girl. You’re gonna feel this tomorrow during your anatomy lecture.” Jake said in a low voice.

I could barely form words. My pussy fluttered around him, orgasm building fast. Jake felt it and grinned, mean and hot. He rubbed my clit with his thumb in tight circles while he fucked me. “Come on my cock, Baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.” Jake said.

The orgasm crashed through me. I screamed his name, walls pulsing, nails digging into his arms hard enough to draw blood. Jake didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, pace turning almost punishing until his rhythm faltered. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy. He kept thrusting shallowly, pushing his load deeper with every twitch of his cock.

He finally pulled out, watching the cum gush from my hole and run down my thighs. Jake flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide so he could see the mess. “Look at that pretty pussy, all swollen and used,” Jake said.

He dragged his fingers through the cum and pushed it back inside. “Keep it in. I want you leaking during your exam so you remember who owns this cunt.” Jake said, tracing my body with his fingers. “You did so good for me.”

“But don’t think you can walk away from your tutor lessons this easily.”

Jake finally collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. His fingers traced the bite marks and bruises he’d left across my skin. “Lesson’s over for tonight,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “But we’re doing this again tomorrow. And the next day. Until you ace that exam with my cum still inside you.”

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Dom!NR } Morning wood got the best of him… you wake up to him inside you, giving your insides a good morning kiss. 💋

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MINORS DNI

Sleepy Ni-ki gives you lazy sex in the morning

[ in which ]

╰┈➤ you and sunghoon are going through a divorce but then finds out your pregnant.

✴ husband!sunghoon x preg!reader ✴ Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, divorce, marriage in crisis, arguments, emotional turmoil, secret pregnancy, morning sickness, crying, guilt, miscommunication, reconciliation.

The divorce papers had been sitting untouched on the dining table for six days. Every morning, you walked past the cream-colored envelope with your eyes fixed anywhere but there, convincing yourself that if you ignored it long enough, maybe the end of your marriage would disappear with it. It never did. The signatures waited patiently beneath the flap, yours written with trembling hands, his clean and effortless, just like everything Park Sunghoon ever did. Five years of marriage had somehow been reduced to ink on paper, and neither of you had found the courage to send them to the lawyers. Perhaps it was fear. Perhaps it was denial. Or perhaps, deep down, neither of you was ready to admit that the love you had fought so hard for was slipping through your fingers.

Sunghoon hadn't always been this distant. Before becoming the CEO of PARK Group, he had been the kind of husband who insisted on driving you everywhere because he claimed the roads were "full of idiots."

He'd leave little sticky notes inside your handbag just to make you smile during work, surprise you with late-night convenience store dates after exhausting weeks, and hold your hand whenever the two of you crossed the street, even though you constantly teased him for it. Somewhere between endless board meetings, overseas investors, and the pressure of keeping a billion-dollar company alive, those little gestures disappeared.

At first, you told yourself it was temporary. Then weeks became months, and months became years, until the silence between the two of you became louder than any argument you'd ever had.

The front door unlocked just after eleven that night. You heard the familiar click of expensive leather shoes against the marble floor before his coat landed over the back of a chair.

"You're still awake?" he asked quietly, surprised to find the television still glowing in the dark living room.

You looked up from the untouched mug of tea in your hands and forced a tired smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "I couldn't sleep."

He nodded as if he understood, although the truth was neither of you understood each other anymore. He loosened his tie, rolling his shoulders with a wince. "The meeting ran longer than expected. I tried calling."

A bitter laugh escaped before you could stop it. "You always have a meeting, Sunghoon." His expression hardened ever so slightly. "I'm doing this for us."

"No," you whispered, standing from the couch. "You keep saying that, but somewhere along the way, there stopped being an 'us.' It's just you... and your company."

The argument didn't explode all at once. It built slowly, quietly, through years of missed dinners, forgotten anniversaries, and conversations cut short by another ringing phone. You couldn't even remember what had started this one. Maybe it was the fact that he'd canceled yet another weekend away because an investor had flown in unexpectedly. Maybe it was because he'd answered three work calls while you were trying to tell him about your day. Or maybe it was because you were simply exhausted from feeling like you came second to a company that would still exist long after the two of you had fallen apart.

"I don't even recognize you anymore," you said, your voice trembling despite your attempts to stay composed. "Do you know what the worst part is? I don't think you recognize yourself either."

Sunghoon stood across the kitchen island, still dressed in his tailored charcoal suit. He looked just as tired as you felt, his tie hanging loose around his neck and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to his forearms. He opened his mouth to respond before closing it again, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration.

"You think this is easy for me?" he asked quietly. "Do you think I enjoy leaving before you're awake and coming home after you've gone to bed? I'm trying to keep everything together."

"And what about us?" you whispered. "Who's keeping us together?"

He looked away.

That was answer enough.

The next morning, the divorce papers were drafted.

Neither of you cried when the lawyers handed them over.

Neither of you protested.

It almost scared you how calm everything had become.

The screaming had stopped.

The tears had stopped.

It felt like your marriage had simply... run out of emotion.

For the next week, the penthouse became nothing more than a place the two of you happened to share. Sunghoon slept in the guest room. You stayed in the master bedroom. Meals were eaten separately. Conversations were reduced to polite questions that sounded more appropriate between strangers than husband and wife.

"Have you seen my watch?"

"It's on your desk."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

That was it.

No warmth.

No affection.

Just silence.

Then the nausea started.

The first morning, you barely thought anything of it. Stress could make people sick. Anyone going through a divorce would feel exhausted. But when you found yourself gagging at the smell of breakfast three days in a row, a tiny voice in the back of your mind began whispering something you refused to believe.

Standing in the pharmacy after work, you stared at the pregnancy tests for what felt like forever. Your fingers hovered over the shelf before finally grabbing one and shoving it into your basket as quickly as possible. You prayed nobody you knew would see you.

The drive home felt endless.

Your hands wouldn't stop shaking.

You locked yourself inside the bathroom before finally opening the small box, reading the instructions three separate times because the words refused to register. The timer on your phone counted down three agonizing minutes while you paced back and forth across the marble floor.

One line.

Relief flooded your body.

Then...

A second line appeared so faintly you almost convinced yourself you were imagining it.

You blinked.

It grew darker.

Your heart stopped.

"...No."

You picked up the test with trembling fingers, staring at it as if it might somehow change if you looked hard enough.

Positive.

The room spun.

You slowly slid down against the bathroom wall until you were sitting on the cold floor, your knees pulled tightly against your chest.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

A sob escaped before you could stop it.

It wasn't because you didn't want the baby.

It was because the timing felt impossibly cruel.

Only a week ago, you and Sunghoon had agreed your marriage couldn't be saved.

Now there was another heartbeat growing inside you.

One that belonged to both of you.

Tears blurred your vision as you instinctively rested a hand against your stomach. It was too early to feel anything. Too early to even look pregnant. Yet knowing that your child was there made everything feel different.

A sharp knock at the bathroom door made you jump.

"Y/N?"

Sunghoon's voice was muffled through the wood.

"You've been in there for a while."

Your heart leaped into your throat.

Quickly wrapping the test in tissues, you hid it beneath spare towels inside the cabinet before splashing cold water across your face.

"I'm okay," you called back, though your voice cracked.

The door opened as soon as you unlocked it.

Sunghoon frowned the second he saw you.

Your eyes were red.

Your cheeks were damp.

"You've been crying."

You immediately shook your head. "It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

He took a hesitant step toward you, his usual guarded expression replaced by genuine concern. Carefully, almost instinctively, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle touch caught you off guard. He hadn't touched you like that in months.

"You don't look well," he murmured. "You've barely eaten this week, and every morning I hear you getting sick."

"It's just stress."

"You've been saying that every day."

"I know."

His brows knitted together. "Maybe we should go to the hospital."

"No."

The answer came far too quickly.

His eyes searched yours, confusion flickering across his face.

"...Why not?"

You forced a smile that felt painfully fake.

"I just need some rest."

For several long seconds, he simply looked at you.

Then he sighed softly.

"If you start feeling worse..." His voice was quieter now. "...please tell me."

You nodded even though you had no intention of doing that.

As he turned to leave, he paused at the doorway without looking back.

"I know things between us are... complicated right now."

Your chest tightened.

"But that doesn't mean I stop caring about you."

The bedroom fell silent after he walked away.

The tears you'd been desperately holding back finally spilled over again.

Because hearing those words only made your secret feel heavier.

And for the first time since seeing those two pink lines...

You wondered how long you could keep it from him.

The following morning, you woke before the sun had fully risen. A dull ache settled behind your eyes while another wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, forcing you to sit up abruptly. You barely made it to the bathroom before gripping the edge of the sink, your breathing uneven as you waited for the feeling to pass.

When it finally did, you leaned against the cool marble countertop, staring at your reflection. You looked exhausted. The dark circles beneath your eyes had become impossible to hide, and your cheeks had noticeably lost their color. You quietly opened the cabinet beneath the sink, pulling out the pregnancy test one last time before slipping it into your pocket. A few hours later, you found yourself sitting alone in your obstetrician's office, nervously twisting the sleeve of your sweater while waiting for your name to be called.

"Mrs. Park?" the nurse smiled warmly.

You stood, following her into the examination room. Everything happened so quickly after that—blood tests, questions about your health, and finally the ultrasound. You hadn't expected to cry, yet the moment the tiny image appeared on the monitor, your vision blurred.

"There," the doctor said gently, pointing toward the screen. "It's still very early, but everything looks healthy."

Healthy.

The word echoed in your ears.

Your hand instinctively rested against your stomach as tears silently rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't stop staring at the tiny flicker on the monitor. It didn't look like much to anyone else, but to you, it was everything.

The doctor handed you a small black-and-white ultrasound photo before smiling kindly. "Congratulations. Judging by the measurements, you're just over eight weeks pregnant. Morning sickness and fatigue are completely normal. Try not to skip meals, even if eating feels difficult. If your symptoms become worse, give us a call."

You nodded absentmindedly, clutching the ultrasound picture so carefully it felt as though it might disappear if you held it too tightly.

On the drive home, your eyes drifted toward the passenger seat where the envelope rested. You couldn't stop imagining what would happen if Sunghoon saw it.

Would he smile?

Would he cry?

Or would he stay...

Only because he felt obligated?

That question had haunted you since the moment you found out.

You knew your husband better than anyone.

Park Sunghoon never walked away from responsibility.

If he learned about the baby now, he'd tear up the divorce papers without a second thought.

Not because the two of you had fixed your marriage.

Not because the hurt had magically disappeared.

Because he would convince himself that staying was the right thing to do.

You refused to let your child become the reason someone stayed in a loveless marriage.

You wanted your baby to grow up in a home filled with love, not guilt.

By the time you reached the penthouse, you'd made up your mind.

The pregnancy would remain your secret.

At least for now.

When you stepped inside, the house was unusually quiet.

Sunghoon's shoes were by the front door, meaning he'd gotten home before you for once. You slipped the ultrasound into your handbag before walking farther inside.

The smell of food drifted from the kitchen.

You froze.

Sunghoon stood at the stove wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His suit jacket was tossed over one of the dining chairs, and an apron—one you'd bought him years ago as a joke because he insisted he was a "great cook"—was tied around his waist.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard you.

"You're home."

You blinked in surprise.

"...What are you doing?"

He glanced back at the pan.

"Cooking."

"You hate cooking."

"I know."

A small, awkward smile appeared on his face.

"But you haven't been eating."

Your heart squeezed painfully.

"I thought... maybe soup would be easier."

You didn't know what to say.

For months, you'd begged him to come home before dinner.

Now, when your marriage was already hanging by a thread, he was standing in the kitchen making soup because he was worried about you.

The irony hurt more than it comforted.

"I didn't ask you to do this," you said quietly.

"I know."

He turned the stove off before facing you completely.

"I wanted to."

Silence settled between the two of you.

His eyes slowly wandered across your face, lingering on the exhaustion you could no longer hide.

"You look pale."

"I'm alright."

"You've been saying that every day."

"I'm just tired."

He walked closer until only a few feet separated you.

"You've barely eaten."

"I'll eat later."

"You've been getting sick every morning."

"It's stress."

His brows furrowed.

"Did you at least go to the doctor?"

Your heart skipped.

"...Yeah."

"What did they say?"

You looked down at the floor.

"They said I need more rest."

Technically...

It wasn't a lie.

Sunghoon let out a quiet sigh before reaching for your handbag.

"I'll carry—"

"No!"

The word escaped much louder than you intended.

Both of you froze.

His hand stopped midair.

Confusion immediately crossed his face.

"...I was just going to put it on the table."

"I..."

You tightened your grip around the strap.

"I'm sorry."

"I just... have something important inside."

He slowly lowered his hand.

"I'm not trying to invade your privacy."

"I know."

Another silence followed.

This one heavier than the last.

Finally, he gave you a small nod.

"The soup's ready whenever you're hungry."

He turned away, pretending not to notice the tears gathering in your eyes.

The moment he disappeared into his office, you rushed upstairs.

Locking yourself inside the bedroom, you pulled the ultrasound from your bag before carefully sliding it into the back of your bedside drawer beneath a stack of old photographs from your honeymoon.

Your fingers lingered on the picture.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, though you weren't sure whether you were apologizing to your baby...

Or to the man sleeping only a few rooms away.

The days that followed settled into a strange routine. The arguments had disappeared, but they hadn't been replaced with happiness. Instead, there was a quiet understanding between the two of you, as though you were both too exhausted to keep hurting each other. Sunghoon still left for work early, though not as early as before. Some mornings, you'd find a glass of water and your vitamins sitting on the kitchen counter without a word. Other days, he'd send a simple text asking if you'd eaten lunch. They were such small gestures—ones that would've seemed insignificant months ago—but now they only made your chest ache. He was trying. It was simply too late.

Morning sickness, however, wasn't nearly as forgiving.

You had barely managed two spoonfuls of breakfast before the familiar wave of nausea forced you to excuse yourself. The bathroom door had barely clicked shut before you were kneeling on the cold tile floor, one hand gripping the edge of the bathtub while the other instinctively rested against your stomach. By the time the nausea finally settled, your eyes were watery and your breathing uneven.

A gentle knock echoed through the room.

"Y/N?"

It was Sunghoon.

His voice was careful, almost hesitant.

"You've been in there for almost twenty minutes."

You quickly splashed cold water over your face before unlocking the door.

He frowned immediately.

"You look awful."

A small laugh escaped you despite yourself.

"Thanks."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"I know."

His eyes searched your face, lingering on the redness around your eyes.

"You've been getting sick every morning for weeks."

"I'm just... run down."

"You've lost weight."

"I'm trying to eat."

"I can see that."

He sighed quietly before reaching out. His hand hovered near your cheek for a second, silently asking permission before gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was so familiar that it almost broke you.

"I hate seeing you like this," he admitted softly. "I know we're... where we are right now, but that doesn't mean I stop worrying."

Your throat tightened.

"I'll be okay."

"You keep saying that."

"Because I don't know what else to say."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, to your surprise, he opened his arms ever so slightly.

"Can I...?"

You stared at him.

He hadn't hugged you in months.

When you didn't pull away, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, careful and gentle, as if he were afraid you'd disappear if he held you too tightly.

It was warm.

Comforting.

Painful.

You closed your eyes for just a second, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

"I've missed this," he whispered.

Your heart shattered.

Because so had you.

But missing someone wasn't always enough to save a marriage.

That evening, the two of you sat together in the living room for the first time in weeks. The television played quietly in the background, though neither of you was paying attention. Sunghoon had rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, his laptop balanced on his knees while he answered a few emails.

You were reading a book you hadn't turned a page of in almost fifteen minutes.

The silence wasn't awkward anymore.

It was... peaceful.

"I spoke to the lawyer today," Sunghoon suddenly said, closing his laptop.

Your fingers tightened around your book.

"Oh."

"He asked if we'd decided on a date."

You nodded slowly.

"I told him..."

He paused.

"...that I wanted to wait."

You looked up.

His gaze stayed fixed on the coffee table.

"I don't know if waiting changes anything."

"It might not."

"But rushing into it doesn't feel right either."

Your eyes softened.

"Why?"

He let out a tired laugh.

"Because despite everything..."

He looked at you.

"...I still come home looking for you."

The confession stole the air from your lungs.

"I still wonder whether you've eaten."

"I still catch myself reaching for my phone whenever something funny happens because you're the first person I want to tell."

His smile was bittersweet.

"I don't think people stop loving each other overnight."

A lump formed in your throat.

"They just get lost."

Tears threatened to spill, but you forced them back.

"I don't know if I know how to find us again."

He nodded.

"I don't know either."

For the first time in months, there were no raised voices.

No accusations.

Just two people admitting that neither of them knew how to repair what they'd broken.

At that exact moment, your stomach lurched.

You shot to your feet so quickly that your book fell to the floor.

"Y/N?"

"I'll... I'll be right back."

You hurried upstairs, pressing a hand over your mouth before disappearing into the bathroom.

Sunghoon watched you go, worry etched across his face.

A few seconds later, the sound of retching echoed faintly through the hallway.

He immediately stood.

His first instinct was to go after you.

Instead, he stopped outside the bathroom door, resting a hand against the wood.

"...I'm here if you need me."

You squeezed your eyes shut on the other side, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks.

"I know," you whispered so quietly he couldn't hear.

Outside, your phone began ringing from where you'd accidentally left it on the coffee table downstairs.

Neither of you noticed.

The screen lit up with a familiar name.

Dr. Han.

His stomach tightened.

You'd told him you'd seen a doctor because of stress. Seeing your doctor call twice in less than a minute made him wonder if something was wrong.

He answered.

"Hello?"

There was a brief pause before a warm voice spoke on the other end.

"Good evening, Mrs. Park. This is Dr. Han calling from Evergreen Women's Clinic. I wanted to follow up regarding the symptoms you mentioned during your appointment. Have the morning sickness and dizziness improved at all?"

Sunghoon frowned.

"...I'm sorry?"

Another pause.

"Oh... am I speaking to Mr. Park?"

"...Yes."

"I'm terribly sorry. I assumed Mrs. Park had already told you."

His grip around the phone tightened.

"Told me... what?"

The doctor fell silent for a second, clearly realizing she'd made a mistake.

"It's regarding her pregnancy," she answered carefully. "Considering she's approaching her ninth week, nausea, fatigue, and food aversions are perfectly normal. We were also hoping to schedule her next prenatal appointment before the end of next week."

Everything around him seem to disappear, except you.

Sunghoon couldn't take his eyes off you.

The words from the phone call echoed endlessly inside his head.

Morning sickness... nine weeks... prenatal appointment... both mother and baby are healthy.

His hand was still wrapped around your phone, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping it. You stood frozen at the foot of the staircase, every bit of color draining from your face the moment you realized he knew.

Neither of you spoke.

The silence stretched until it became unbearable.

"You were pregnant..." he whispered, his voice so quiet it barely reached you. "This whole time."

You swallowed hard, unable to look him in the eye. "...Yes."

A hollow laugh escaped him, though there wasn't an ounce of humor behind it. He looked away for a moment, blinking rapidly as he tried to compose himself, but the hurt was written all over his face.

"So every morning..." he began, "when I heard you getting sick... when I kept asking if you were okay... when I asked if you wanted me to take you to the hospital..." He looked back at you, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "You already knew."

You nodded weakly.

"I found out after we agreed to the divorce."

"And you decided not to tell me."

"It wasn't that simple."

"It feels pretty simple to me."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to make your chest tighten.

"You looked me in the eye every single day and lied."

"I wasn't lying."

"No?" His eyebrows pulled together. "You told me it was stress. You told me you were fine. You let me think something was wrong, and every time I asked, you pushed me away."

"I didn't know what else to do!"

The words escaped before you could stop them.

Sunghoon fell silent.

Your breathing grew uneven as tears blurred your vision. "What was I supposed to say? 'By the way, I'm carrying your baby while we're signing divorce papers?'"

"I deserved to know."

"I know you did!"

Your voice cracked.

"I know that!"

The tears you'd been holding back finally spilled over.

"I thought about telling you every single day."

You covered your mouth, trying to steady your breathing.

"I even picked up my phone so many times..." you admitted through sobs. "I wrote messages... I deleted them... I practiced what I'd say if you came home early... but every time I looked at the divorce papers, I couldn't do it."

Sunghoon's expression softened for only a second before the hurt returned.

"So you chose for both of us."

"No."

"Yes, you did."

He shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

"You decided I didn't deserve to know I was going to be a father."

"I decided I didn't want you to stay because you pitied me!"

The room fell silent.

Your words hung heavily between you.

"I know you, Sunghoon," you whispered, wiping your cheeks. "You would've canceled everything. You would've torn up those divorce papers before I even finished speaking."

"Of course I would've."

"Exactly!"

His answer caught you off guard.

"You just proved my point."

"No." He stepped closer, stopping a few feet away. "I would've torn them up because my wife had been carrying something this huge all by herself."

"You would've stayed because of the baby."

"I would've stayed because I still love you!"

His voice cracked for the first time.

The confession echoed through the house.

Neither of you moved.

Sunghoon looked away, taking a shaky breath before speaking again, this time much quieter.

"Do you really think I've spent these past few weeks sleeping in the guest room because I stopped loving you?" He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "I slept there because every time I looked at you, I was reminded that I'd failed you. I convinced myself that maybe you'd be happier without me."

Your heart clenched.

"I never stopped loving you either," you admitted. "But loving someone isn't always enough when all you do is hurt each other."

He nodded slowly.

"I know."

Another long silence settled between you.

It wasn't angry anymore.

It was heartbreaking.

Sunghoon glanced at the phone still sitting on the coffee table before quietly placing it down. When he looked back at you, his eyes were red.

"I missed everything."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"The first doctor's appointment."

"You hearing our baby's heartbeat."

"You finding out."

He swallowed hard.

"And I wasn't there."

A fresh wave of guilt crashed over you.

"I didn't want to do it alone."

"Then why did you?"

"Because I was scared."

Your shoulders shook as another sob escaped.

"I was scared that if I told you, I'd never know whether you stayed because you loved me... or because you felt responsible."

Sunghoon closed the distance between you, but he didn't touch you.

Not yet.

"I can't change the mistakes I've already made," he said quietly. "I can't take back the nights I chose work over you or the arguments that pushed us here."

His voice trembled.

"But don't ever believe that our child would be a burden to me."

He paused, fighting back tears of his own.

"Or that loving you was ever an obligation."

Your eyes met his.

For the first time in months, neither of you was pretending to be okay.

There were no walls left.

Just two broken people standing in the middle of the home they'd built together, finally admitting how deeply they'd hurt each other.

The divorce papers were still waiting on the dining table.

Neither of you looked at them.

Not because everything had suddenly been fixed.

But because, for the first time in a very long while, they no longer felt like the only possible ending.

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