#sunoo fluff

JONGSEONGㅤhas a not so subtle smirk dancing on his lips as you raise your voice in annoyance.

“and you— are you even listening to me?” you ask when you notice him leaning against his mahogany desk, arms crossed over his chest.

“i am, my love,” he says in that deep yet oh so sweet voice that makes you falter, but then you see his smile and it makes you even angrier.

“you’re smiling,” you deadpan at his sheer audacity. if he didn’t have such a handsome face, you probably would have punched him. “i’m trying to have a serious conversation and you’re smiling,”

“can’t help, darling,” he makes way to you and swiftly pulls you by your waist. “you’re hot when you talk to me in that tone,”

you do slap his arms away and get more angry, but jay would live.

JAEYUNㅤthinks something is wrong with him because why is he having the time of his life when you’re mad at him.

you’re clearly upset, going off about something he did. “you never take me seriously!”

“i-i do!” he defends himself, knowing very well he is doing anything but taking you seriously, even right now.

your eyes squint at him— or the overflowing amusement in his eyes. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

and your boyfriend goes speechless after being caught red-handed. “i—uh— a ... little?”

shaking your head, you give up, walking out on him. “you’re unbelievable,”

“not my fault you look sexy as hell when you’re mad at me!” he shouts back shamelessly as you leave the room.

SUNGHOONㅤis hit with realisation the second you shoot him angry eyes. his heart races, mind explodes, eyes widen— that firm, slightly raised voice of yours— it’s doing things to him.

“you can’t do this every time i try to make plans for us,” you make a point, fully expecting him to argue back, but he just reaches out to hold your hand.

“listen, baby—”

“park sunghoon,” words leave your mouth at the nickname— firm and strict. “shut up,”

and sunghoon freezes, feeling all his blood go south. you’re angry and you probably won’t talk to him for a while, but he doesn’t need to be saved.

“y-yes,” he stutters nervously, but he is exactly where he wants to be.

SUNOOㅤis a little surprised at first because you are never this mad.

he looks at you as you get ready for work while also scolding him on the side— he feels like you two are a married couple already with the way you’re scolding him like a wife scolds her husband.

“you’re cute,” words slip off his tongue just as you’re about to leave.

“excuse me?!” you frown and he short circuits at your stern voice and furrowed brows, feeling like something new has awakened inside of him.

and his face flushes red, heart racing even when you’re shooting him the looks of anger. “nothing!”

“kim sunoo, i’ll deal with you later,” and you bet he isn’t sure if you’re warning him or threatening him with a good time.

JUNGWONㅤtruly is baffled because it feels like he is coming to terms with a new side of himself.

“you could’ve told me,” your words are sharp, and usually he would be muttering apologies but now...now he is quiet.

really quiet, eyes zoomed in on you, your shirt— his shirt— it makes you ten times more attractive when you are putting him in his place while wearing his clothes.

his mind trails off in inappropriate directions and he looks away, but then your voice draws him back to you. “look at me when we’re talking, won,”

and he deadass loses his breath, sirens going off in his mind. “sorry,”

you go on for a few more minutes and it’s hard to say he doesn’t enjoy it— so much that he might have a little problem.

NI-KIㅤis having the time of his life because not only are you cute, you are also short and angry that makes him want to hug you and smother your face with kisses.

“riki, stop grinning and listen to me,” you warn, hands on your waist, trying to look as intimidating as you think you do, but riki sees otherwise.

“i am,”

“you’re not,” you say again, bit more firmly this time, eyes not leaving his deep brown ones even for a second.

and it’s like a switch flips inside of him.

because suddenly, your boyfriend is reduced to a mix of nods and no’s and he gulps every time your voice gets a little louder— he hopes this doesn’t awaken something in him but it is already late.

it is only until you notice his eyes fixed on your lips that you catch on. “you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“maybe...maybe not,” he shrugs, ears a little red.

and you can only shake your head at his implications. “sick freak,”

Eunchae raises a brow, only slightly amused. She tries her best to not say she warned you, but it slips out anyway. “It’s Sunghoon, babe. What’d you expect from such a…hot-blooded Alpha?”

“He was different! Not that bad! Or Evil!!” You muffle your scream with your sleeve, then lift your head to stare at your best friends with puffy eyes.

The bar doesn’t lose its vibrancy: the bartender doesn’t acknowledge your half hearted attempts at convincing your friends and nosy patrons (by proximity), and the music still plays on. You cry a little harder when a song Sunghoon had on his ‘my life’s a movie fr’ playlist coincidentally blares through the speakers.

Eunchae stifles a groan. “Get a grip, bitch. He’s evil. And dumb. Or evil, because he’s dumb—I don’t fucking know.” Her eyes bulge a little as she leans across Jisoo toward you. Naturally, you cower at the sudden wave of energetic dominance she emanates, and although you’ve been friends for years—Eunchae’s still an Alpha and you’re still an Omega.

She softens, but Jisoo lays a hand over hers before speaking.

“I know it’s frustrating… but maybe it’s a blessing in disguise?” She hesitantly starts. You look up and squeeze the shot glass between your palms, warming its surface.

“What do you mean?”

“I just think a guy who could mentally stimulate you might be a better match.”

Eunchae cackles, quickly butting in after taking a swig from her glass. “—what Jisoo’s trying to say is Sunghoon’s an actual dumbass. Like, the lights aren’t on at home. Ever.”

You pout at that. While a huge part of you wanted to defend him, you couldn’t lie. Sunghoon’s the kind of guy who looked like he walked straight of a Sports Illustrated magazine—a dream in dark blue jersey crop tops and denim low-rise jeans—but he’s an absolute himbo, and most conversations about your hobbies required…further explanation.

“Yeah, but he’s the only Alpha that’s never treated me like I’m dumb.” You say, downcast gaze watching the condensation mark your glass.

“That’s because he’s dumber than you—“

Eunchae groans once Jisoo’s sharp elbow hits her stomach, and stifles a scream.

“I know, sweetie. But if he was an actually good guy, he wouldn’t talk about planning ways to get back with his ex.” She utters gently, doe eyes glistening as she clasped a hand around yours comfortingly.

“What an asshole.” Eunchae grits out, before absentmindedly muttering “If I were you—I’d fuck his ex. Get my lick back, you know?”

You still, the gears immediately churning and straightening your back. You zone out on the array of bottled liquor, squinting as you rolled her words in your mouth.

“That’s a great idea, actually.”

Your best friends whip toward you with wide eyes. “Ayo, it was a joke—“ Eunchae squeaks, folding under the weight of Jisoo’s thinly veiled anger.

You push to your feet abruptly, palms slamming against the bar. Quickly, you smooth a hand over your perfectly glossed curled hair, steadying yourself, then swing around and toss your bag over your shoulder.

“Gotta get my beauty sleep. Big day tomorrow.” You say and vanish—leaving a trail of vanilla and brown sugar in your wake.

Eunchae and Jisoo stare at each other before Jisoo rolls her eyes with a groan. “Oh god—this is so bad.”

Heads turn at the sharp, charming click of your kitten heels against the marbled floors of the art department. After cornering Heeseung—who had originally refused to tell you anything more about Sunghoon, even after guiltily sending those screenshots from the boys’ group chat—you finally wore him down. A few well-placed crocodile tears later, he cracked.

And that’s how you end up in the fine arts building, scanning hallways for the sculpture studio. More people are staring than usual. Not because of your doe eyes and perfectly painted lipstick. But because your heat is only a few weeks away, and you deliberately didn’t take your suppressants so that Sunghoon would catch your scent all over campus—your scent is stronger than it should be.

Another scent dances into the hall the closer you get to the studio: something like yuzu tea and sunshine bottled up into a singular room. It was strong. Effortlessly enticing—Beautiful before you’d even laid your eyes on her. You knew it was her the moment you caught a whiff.

The studio is empty, save for a single silhouette standing at its center. A fitted black sweater clings to a narrow waist, dark hair cut short enough to curl softly at the nape. She’s taller than you imagined—almost as tall as Sunghoon—and the realization stings. You’d always assumed he preferred shorter partners. Most alphas, after all, gravitate toward omegas smaller than them.

Her pale hands dragged along a clay statue, molding the shape with a delicate, deliberate touch. She turns her head at the sound of your steps—

And what you see steals your breath from your throat.

Sharp, fox-like eyes run along your form—his pierced, pale pink tongue licks over the other cold metal piercing on his lips. A natural, dewy flush decorates the bridge of his nose, and his voice shocks you from your trance. Holy fuck.

That’s…not a girl. You think.

“…do you need something?” It’s soft. A little hesitant. Shy. The sound tickles your ears as you duck your head.

You stutter, clasping your small hands together, before bubbling the words out.

“I—oh god, you’re beautiful.”

His lips part slightly at that, a flush creeping down the line of his throat. The two of you lapse into a flustered silence, and he just stands there—wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.

After a second, he ducks his head, peering at you shyly through his bangs. “That’s sweet of you to say—” he begins, voice even softer now, before glancing off to the side as if the wall has suddenly become fascinating. “Do you… need help with anything in the studio?”

You stare back at his face with your heart caught in your throat. It’d be easier to lie—to form a ruse just to get close enough to touch—but it didn’t feel right. Staring at him now, you’re struck with the realization of how shady this sort of ordeal would be.

“Honestly? I came here without thinking,” you admit, lifting your chin as you step closer.

You have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes—and he reddens instantly at the shortened distance. God, you’re pretty. There’s something almost doll-like about you, unsettling in its perfection. He has to bite down on the dangerous thought that you might be the prettiest girl he’s ever seen before it distracts him completely.

He waits, silent, patient.

“I—I’m Sunghoon’s girlfriend.” Your fingers tighten around your own wrist. “Or… I was.”

Something in his expression shifts. The light in his eyes dims, brows pulling together in a complicated crease. He fucking hated that guy.

“Oh.”

Oh? That’s it?

You shake your head, and anxiously turn away. “I’m sorry, this was a stupid idea—“

“W-wait.” He pipes up, grasping your wrist hesitantly. “You don’t have to leave.”

To your absolute horror, a tiny sob squeaks out of you. It’s embarrassingly small—but in the quiet studio, it might as well echo. You blink up at him with comically watery eyes, lashes clumping together as you try (and fail) to look dignified. Without thinking, you throw yourself into his arms.

“I’m sorry—I came in here with really awful intentions,” you blurt, words tumbling over each other. “I wanted to screw him over by sleeping with you. I thought you were a woman at first, and doesn’t even matter that you’re not—and he’s just so mean. He didn’t even have the decency to break up with me before planning to get you back.”

Sunoo goes completely rigid, eyes wide as he tries to process the avalanche you’ve just dumped on him. Then something sharp—almost offended—flickers in his gaze.

“I would rather get run over by my own kiln,” he says flatly, “than get back with that dumbass.”

“He always wants what he can’t have. Pretty sure his processing rate is below average.” He finalizes blandly. “Take a seat.” He slides a stool forward and gently pushes you to sit.

Sunoo leans back against a table, perching his weight on his palms as they grasped the sides.

“Listen, I don’t want him back. To be honest, I had no clue that he was even trying to reach out because he’s blocked.”

You sniffle, folding your hands on your lap anxiously. This is so embarrassing. What were you even thinking? The next time you see Eunchae, you’re going to wring her neck.

“It’s not even that. Good Alphas are hard to come by nowadays, and I thought I’d found one who actually cared about me,” you admit.

Sunoo watches you thoughtfully before replying, “I get it. Being an Omega’s no easy feat. That’s why I hate Alphas most of the time…guess I got too distracted by his washboard abs when I agreed to go out with him.” He laughs softly.

Being near him is strangely calming. The day drifts on, and you find yourself sitting on that stool for hours, talking about Sunghoon—and then about life as an Omega. You bond over your shared love for beauty and aesthetics, and he even lets you touch his eyebrow piercing while continuing to sculpt. The goodbye is silent, but warm when he drops you off at your dorms before striding off—taking the only sound of his earrings softly clinking with him.

The next day, Sunoo leans against the wall of your Socioeconomics class, quietly watching as you approach in an excited flurry.

His dark hair is styled straight, three silver piercings dangling from each ear. A fitted turtleneck hugs his lithe figure, paired with baggy, low-waisted dark jeans. When you instinctively reach for his hands, the vision of you together is a clash of black and pastel pink.

“Sunoo!” you squeal, the scent of vanilla stronger in the presence of your joy—even after taking suppressants. Gazing up at him, you hold onto his hand. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles softly, voice low, naturally tinged with melancholia. “Yesterday was fun. Stopped by to tell you you’re welcome to come to the studio whenever. Helped me pass the time.”

A genuine smile curls your lips, the sunlight catching flecks on your gloss.

“No takesie backsies.”

Hangouts at the studio steadily turned into hangouts everywhere else. Over time, you became a regular face at the fine arts department—and people took notice of how close the two of you’d gotten in a short span of time.

Friendship with Sunoo’s as easy as breathing: cute friend dates to dessert cafes, shopping for matching collars, cozy nights in with shared self-care routines, and trips to the photo booth—it fit snugly. Comfortably. He never unsettled you the way an Alpha did. Your shared love of physical touch always resulted in the two of you curling your bodies together—or walking around campus palm in palm, and pressing your temples against each other when greeting.

✿

You sit near a large banana tree plant, at the corner of the campus cafe—catching up between classes.

Heeseung sips on his iced coffee loudly, eying you suspiciously. “You’ve gotten…real close to Sunoo, lately. That’s a surprise.”

You giggle, a happy churning in your stomach at the mention of someone who was growing more special to you by the day. “Yeah—I’m surprised too, given the situation. Guess we bonded over having a shared ex rather than fighting.”

He pops open the cap of his cup and tips it back, pouring a few cubes of ice into his mouth before crunching down on them.

“Well, yeah,” he says around the cold, “but Sunoo’s so fucking grouchy all the time. He can be a real asshole. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t bite your head off the second you mentioned Sunghoon.”

Sunoo? Grouchy?

You stare at Heeseung, bewildered. “He’s so sweet and soft spoken most of the time. Not a single mean bone in his body, Hee.”

Heeseung almost spits out his ice.

“The fuck? Are we talking about the same person?”

“Pretty sure?”

“I fucking thought something was up.” He pips, face painted with delight. “He’s into you.”

“Stop it—“ You utter shyly, gaze dropping to your lap. “We’re good friends. He’d never see me like that.”

“You don’t know Kim Sunoo the way I do,” Heeseung says, voice low and a little mischievous. “He might be an omega, but he’s a total menace. The first time Riki met him, he made the guy cry with just one sentence…because he stood too close. Oh, and he also hated Riki’s designs. Brutal, right?”

“You’re not lying?” you ask, voice sweet and innocent, eyes wide. Your fingers reach to fiddle with the thin collar on your neck.

Heeseung almost coos at the sight, completely undone by how earnestly adorable you look: all pastel pink, draped in lace. “Scouts honor.” He replies, his index finger signing an invisible x over his heart.

“Wanna know a secret, though?” He whispers and leans forward, eyes glinting dangerously. Your eyes widen at the sudden dizzying scent of his pheromones—cedar, cinnamon, and black pepper.

You crane your neck towards him, nodding vigorously

“Sunoo’s a huge masochist—that’s why he has so many piercings.” He grins at you, clearly enjoying how red you’ve gone. He could practically see steam rising off you.

You bury your face in your hands and let out a muffled squeak. “Hee, what the—what the fuck?”

Heeseung reaches over to tug your pinky into his grip, holding it playfully for a moment before pausing. He glances over your shoulder, casual yet deliberate. “Incoming.”

You follow his gaze and brighten immediately.

Sunoo’s dark hair is spiked, styled just messy enough to look effortless. Silver rings gleam along his knuckles when he moves, catching the light. Your gaze drifts—slow and shameless—over the rest of him, taking in the long sleeve layered beneath a baggy graphic tee, the matching collar to yours snug around his throat. You stop yourself short of inhaling his scent deeply.

His eyes, however, are trained onto your hand in Heeseung’s.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” He utters at the man dryly, running the ball of his tongue piercing across his teeth. He pops his gum disinterestedly.

Heeseung smiles hard enough to crease his eyes into little moons. “I’d much rather be here.”

“Of course—mommy and daddy are gonna pay your way into graduation, right?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, staring at Heeseung with an empty expression.

Your eyes flicker between them, bewildered. “Why are you guys acting so… strange?” you ask, reaching out to tug gently at Sunoo’s fingers. He softens instantly at the way you look up at him from your seat.

“I got you a slice of matcha cake,” he says, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes, ignoring Heeseung completely. “There’s a cafe I think you’d like.”

He chuckles softly when he notices the white lace parasol perched beside the table and takes in the pale pink baby doll dress you had on. “And what a cute little dress.”

You jump up to spin for him excitedly. “This is the one you picked out, remember?”

Sunoo takes your hands gently, smiling brightly. “I knew you’d look pretty in it.”

Heeseung gags silently in the corner. All he wanted was a chance to tease Sunoo, but now he’s stuck third-wheeling—and on the verge of throwing himself into mid-day traffic. Neither you nor Sunoo notice, still chatting excitedly with each other. Heeseung watches a little longer, smiling softly when he realizes the two of you look like little bunnies side by side.

Seriously—the two of you were the prettiest Omegas he’s ever known, and seeing you side by side was no joke. He stills the moment a…particular scent wafts in his direction. A fragrant haze of pink and hot, gooey vanilla drape across the cafe—turning heads in alarm at its heaviness.

His eyes flash before standing to take a step away from you.

“Sweetie, did you forget to take your suppressants?”

You pause in horror. How could you be so stupid? Your heat’s right around the corner—

With fumbling hands, you tug your phone out of your handbag and check the date.

Fuck.

It’s today.

Your heat cycle’s today and you’re seated in a crowded cafe without your pheromone suppressants.

Shakily, you glance around the room, your heart hammering as several Alphas cast uneasy glances, struggling to control their reactions to your trigger-happy scent.

You’re scared.

Really scared.

And you can’t will yourself to move. Even Heeseung’s struggling to stay neutral, a slow fever bleeding into his eyes. When his chest starts heaving, he hastily turns.

“I’m so sorry, I have to go.” His gaze is heavy with apology—but you knew it was for the best. Heeseung’s an Alpha, and a chaotic one at that. You knew he’d never endanger you willingly, no matter how most Alpha’s scared you.

Sunoo wakes you from your frightened trance.

“Come on—let’s get you out of here.” He slides a slim arm around your neck protectively, sharp eyes pointing defensively at any lingering looks.

You can’t believe you forgot one of the worst parts of breaking up with Sunghoon: having to face your heat cycle alone.

The day has arrived, and you don’t have the slightest idea how you’re going to get through it.

The hot pink corner light casts soft, intimate shadows across your room. Sunoo helps you peel off your dress, leaving you in your undergarments, and gently wipes the sweat from your skin. The heat cycle feels more like a fever the longer you’re not touched.

“Sunoo, it hurts.” You arch your back softly, hair spilling on the pillow messily, as strands stick to the sweat on your skin.

His unreadable eyes stay locked on your face as he watches you writhe for five long minutes. Then he rises, the bed creaking softly under him as he climbs on and begins to peel off his layers slowly.

Your breath catches, pink blooming across your flushed cheeks as you stare at him with glossy eyes. The soft, curved tips of your acrylic nails brush against your lips, trembling as you gaze at him in shock.

He kneels on the bed, abdomen twitching and tensing without meaning to. His pale hand reaches to nervously tug at his collar. “You can…use me. As much as you want.”

After a couple of moments of stunned silence, he squirms. Even under the pink light, the red in his cheeks seemed to glow. “I know i’m not an Alpha, but I can keep up. I can handle most things.”

The slick tacking your thighs together thickens. His flush only deepens when he hears it.

“Sun, you really don’t have to—“

“I want to.” He interrupts.

You rise to crawl towards him on all fours, peering up shyly. He sucks in a breath, slightly flinching.

The soft chime of your collars marks each small movement. His lips part as you slip your fingers inside, pressing gently against the sharp edge of an incisor.

“When I’m in heat… I like biting. And being bitten,” you admit, your voice a soft murmur. “Is that okay?”

“Do whatever you want,” he breathes. “I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”

“You can do anything to me too,” you reply, your palms resting on the soft flesh of your thighs. The glint of his nipple piercings catches the light, almost winking in the dimness.

Everything about the moment feels strangely innocent, despite the context. The sight of his bare body, his willingness to touch you without any need to dominate, offers a comfort you never knew you needed—or were even allowed to have. Its saccharine. Warm. A clouded devotion that perfumes the air around you with something soft and tender—something Omegas like you both rarely have the privilege of knowing.

You both lean in, necks craning toward each other, breaths mingling in the narrow space between you, just a hair strand away from falling into each other.

Slick pools between your legs almost gelatinously, a soft pour trickling down your inner thigh. He sees it, and his hand rises slowly, fingers curling to cup you, stroking two fingers down the lining of your cunt. You throb at the contact, clenching as he petted the surface.

When the cold metal of his piercings press against your lips, as he slides his thin fingers in you, it settles in softly. The kiss isn’t a dramatic homecoming—it’s gentle. Quietly sacred. Reassuring in all the ways Sunoo knew how to calm the anxiety Omega’s always felt even during the high of being in heat.

Your hands find his shoulders, steadying yourself against their surprising breadth. The slow building pace he settles into physically shakes your body as he switches between driving upwards and rubbing your clit. You push deeper, licking shyly into his mouth, and gasp as he boldly pushes into yours. Your brow lifts at the feel of his tongue piercing, the smooth metal rolling against your own muscle. His left hand reaches to grip onto the meat of your hip with a strength you didn’t know he could summon.

Wet sounds fill the room—saliva strands hanging between your lips every time you pulled away just to dive back in. Your fingers lift to roll over his nipples experimentally, and sigh happily into his mouth when you hear the small moan leave him

Sunoo pulls his hand away, and you whine softly at the sudden loss of contact. When you finally break the kiss, you barely have time to steady yourself before you meet his gaze—and flinch. His eyes are intense, almost dizzying, dark irises blown wide and glossed over with something feverish. There’s a glazed heat in them, a look that makes your pulse stutter.

He pushes you onto your back, and crawls face first between your legs.

Without pause, he drags his nose up the fabric of your underwear—sucking the slick from the fabric, then pushes it aside.

A low whine escapes him as his hips roll instinctively, seeking friction against nothing. His boxers are already soaked, a dark patch spreading where his own cock strains against the fabric. You can see the throbbing length twitch as he laps at you, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit before circling your clit. The metal ball of his piercing glints in the dim light as he flicks it against the sensitive bud, alternating between rapid flicks and deep, suctioning pulls that leave his chin dripping.

Your body twitches in little spasms once it registers the feeling of his tongue piercing rolling around the sensitive bud. His tongue pumps shallowly at first, then deeper, the knob of his piercing stroking your inner walls. Your knees threaten to knock together, but his arms lock around your thighs, holding you open as he buries his face deeper, devouring you

You comb your fingers through his hair.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently. "Sunoo—breathe," you gasp, but he only whines against you, his eyes rolling back as he presses closer. The sound of his collar rattles softly as he shakes his head, refusing to pull away. When your legs lock around his neck, trapping him, he twitches violently, his fingers curling as he finds that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

He shakes his head side to side, collar rattling. He’s right where he wants to be.

The metal on his mouth grows warm. Your body feels like something molten—hot to the touch. D

Sunoo doesn’t notice—already lost in the fog of things, as your legs shook and hands fumbled to softly push at his head. He can’t will himself to pull his mouth away, drunk on the taste and heat of you. All he can smell is your particular scent of vanilla, and to his smug delight, traces of his own clean yuzu—erasing Heeseung’s earlier scent of cedar and cinnamon. The entangling scents calm his own anxieties: the ones that’ve been rearing their head every time he saw you with someone else. With someone bigger. Taller. More dominant.

He fucking hated Alphas.

You hide your hot face in your palms as you watch him continue to practically eat you, taking in the slender of his pale back and the small freckles peppering the surface of his shoulder blades and spine. His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and hungry, as he widens his jaw, taking all of you in his mouth. Seeing his lips stretched around your pussy, his chin glistening with your release, sends another jolt through you.

Fisting the pillow, you bite your lip so hard it draws blood. Reaching out with a trembling hand, you caress his cheek. “Sunoo, it's sensitive”

He finally comes to his senses with a deep inhale, then slowly unlatches his lips from you. The surface is rubbed raw—pink, plump, and glistening. You clench around nothing at the sound of his voice.

“Tastes so good,” he mumbles, rubbing his cheek over your inner thigh in the moment of quiet, before he peers up at you.

You stare at each other, the reality of what just happened dawning in a flushed silence. Shame heats your face as you remember how much slick your body produces in heat, a detail alphas never failed to tease you about.

Sensing your embarrassment, Sunoo watches you from between your thighs. From there, he sees the muscles in your neck tense, your gaze drift away to something suddenly interesting on your left, and feels the faint tremble running through your legs. Slowly, he rises: sliding his cock out of his boxers with ease.

A gasp tumbles out of you at the sight of his own slick. Calmly, he tugs on your thighs until his cock settles between your folds, rubbing against them with ease. The sound of your combined slick is sinful—jarringly loud. He bites and toys with his lip piercing as his gaze fixes on where your bodies teeter on the edge of entry. “See how perfect this is? Look at you.” He marvels.

Clasping his neck, you press your chest to his, rubbing your nipples against his piercings. He hisses, a pretty moan stuttering from his lips as his head falls, overwhelmed by the sensitivity.

Gliding down, you wrap your lips prettily over his chest, your tits dragging against his abdomen before you flick your tongue across the surface—your pale pink gloss staining his porcelain skin.

Heeseung’s words rise to the surface: Sunoo’s a huge masochist.

And then, you bite.

His eyes widen when your teeth clack! against the metal, and you feel his cock twitch directly above your clit. “A-ah!”

One arm wraps around his waist while your small hand lifts to trace delicate fingers over his right nipple. You widen your jaw and bite again; leaving indentations circling around the glinting piercing. Sunoo’s eyes gleam in the pink light, lashes lining with pearl-like tears from the raw sensitivity.

His hips snap forward, drawing a whine from both of you. “God, you feel s-so good,” he stutters, his hand finding the back of your head to hold you sweetly against his chest. His eyes nearly roll back when you bat your lashes and look up at him innocently. “F-feel so pretty against me like this.”

He stares at how the soft fat of your pussy practically tugs his cock down, hugging it—a sloppy, messy sound resonating from between you. His eyes widen when you pull back, your thin hand moving down to part your pussy with two fingers, revealing the silky pink insides.

Flinching, his abdomen catches the stray droplets from between your damp, rocking bodies.

“Sun'—I want it inside.” You lie back fully, releasing his waist to hold your legs open, your arms hooked under your knees. Sunoo sucks in a sharp breath: never in his life has he seen something so fucking pretty. Your cheekbones catch the light, a blooming flush dusting the bridge of your nose and warming your skin. Your hair falls around you like a soft halo, framing your silhouette in a quiet glow.

“My sweet girl wants it inside?” He cups your face in his palm and presses a firm kisses to your temple, lingering there for a moment before nuzzling his nose into your hair and inhaling softly. One of your eyes squeeze shut at his affection, as you lean into it warmly. Your arms loosen where they’re wrapped around your legs, posture softening as you tip your face up to look at him. Your hands reach to run along his slim silhouette.

You quietly nod, biting back a smile. When he slides inside of you, your hands drag up to delicately wrap around his throat—his cock throbs are the pressure. Your back arches at the stretch.

It’s a cacophony of sweet depravity—each time he pulls his hips away, you draw him back with an open mouthed kiss. Everything’s damp. Heated— in a room full of pleasured sighs and slick skin. You feel his hand slide up your abdomen and hold your under-breast in his palm, tits bouncing erratically at the weight of his surprising force.

Small mumbles leave his mouth like a chant against your throat when the flesh is held between his teeth.

“So pretty.”

“Feels so fucking good.”

“Mine.”

The last one had you practically purring in his arms, pointing your breasts upward so he can latch on and mark them. A guiding hand grasps on the meat of your thighs to roll your hips on him manually.

Everything’s doused pink. Sunoo doesn’t even flinch when you squirt hard around him, only opting to fuck into you even harder.

Eventually, you’re on top of him with your hands pressing down on his throat—shaking on his cock after he fills you up for the third time. And another time, he’s saddled in your throat while his mouth works you into another orgasm.

Instinct takes over and memory gives way to an occasional blackness. If you pass out—you don’t pass out for long.

You don’t know how long it’s been. All you know is that your back is impossibly arched, tits pressed flat against the mattress, and that Sunoo’s fucking you hard enough that your head’s deliciously empty. Even the sides of your mouth are sore and raw from the amount of times Sunoo’s crammed himself down your throat until you cried. The sheets are soaked beyond repair and if you were in the right mind, you’d shriek at the almost… jammy texture.

Both your and Sunoo’s bodies are marred with bite marks, the skin flushed, red, and damp. His hips rolled against the soft flesh of your ass, rhythmically stretching your pussy—devastatingly entranced by the way you’re crying into your pillow, how your body seems to glow under the pink light of your room, and how the meat of your body shakes intensely every time he drove back down into you.

His own slick only aids how seamlessly he glides into you, nipple piercings rattling at his force. You drool a little when he shoves himself deep into your stomach, and you attempt to crawl away instinctively. Sunoo only grips onto your elbow and pulls your back flush against his chest, before sliding back in and fucking into you.

Your collars rattle in unison, soft moans painting the air. His skin is soft. Satin, despite the rough nature of his movements. And you couldn’t help the repetitive thought chanting in your head that you’ve never been with someone so beautiful before.

You piss around his cock the moment he prods at a particular spot, eyes rolling to the back of your head. On cue, he brushes your hair away from your neck, his fingers lingering for a breath before his teeth graze the soft skin at the back. He bites into the flesh mid-orgasm, abdomen caving and tensing as he whimpers against your skin.

Sunoo collapses, chest heaving, eyes squinting from the light peaking over the horizon.

It’s morning already. How long have you been going at it?

You tug on his arm until he settles beside you, then slink into his embrace as the two of you catch your breath. You brush your fingers through his hair—occasionally nipping at the skin of his neck.

His finger traces along your spine, thoughtful and slow, before he speaks.

“Can I be yours?”

You lift your head from his neck, your chin pressing against his chest as you stare up at him with tender eyes. Nervously, you toy with his collar, finding comfort in the soft, bell-like chime of the silver star–shaped charm.

Would he really be okay with you?

He stares at you, wide-eyed.

Shit—you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Something steadies in him then. He fixes his gaze on yours and speaks softly. “I’m no Alpha. I won’t be the strongest guy in the room, and I probably enjoy getting beat up more than I enjoy throwing a punch—but I’ll keep you safe in the ways I know how. I’ll love you right, in all the ways Sunghoon or any other douchey Alpha didn’t.”

A bright giggle bubbles from your chest.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me.”

Sunoo swoops down to steal your breath with a kiss—only pulling away when you’re on the brink of passing out again.

The two of you curl together like Siamese cats at the edge of the bleachers, either oblivious to—or deliberately ignoring—the stares from every direction. People gawk openly; the sight of two Omegas tangled up like this is a rarity.

You’re only here because Heeseung insisted. He’d dragged you both to his home game with a dramatic sigh and a vague gesture between you. “If I hadn’t been around,” he’d said, waving a hand at the two of you, “it wouldn’t have happened.”

At some point, Sunoo’s hands are on you—fingers digging into your waist, tongue warm against yours. The world dissolves into background noise. The roar of the crowd, the sharp whistle of plays, even the game itself fades away.

You don’t notice a thing—until a collective gasp ripples through the stands.

Out on the field, Park Sunghoon goes rigid, the ball still in his hands as he stares at the two of you kissing with reckless abandon. A split second later, he’s flattened beneath a brutal pile of incoming bodies.

Sunoo laughs against your mouth. “Serves him right,” he murmurs, stealing another indulgent kiss. “Maybe I should join the team too. Gives me an excuse to pull something like that.”

You giggle, nudging your nose against his. “Only if you play nicely.”

In the distance, Sunghoon lets out one long, pained groan—and you can’t help but think life has never felt more right.

fin.

your son giggled like he understood every word, and you laughed too but you didn’t miss the thoughtful look that crossed heeseung’s face.

later that night, after tucking your boy into bed, you found yourself pressed against the doorframe, watching heeseung’s hands already sliding to your waist, lips brushing your ear. “my mom’s right, you know?”

“about what?” you teased, arching a brow.

“i know it’s only been eight months since he was born…” his voice dropped lower, eyes heavy with want, “…but i think i need a little version of you.”

jongseong (jay)

your son wasn’t just a carbon copy of jay’s looks. he inherited his personality, temper and all. even as a toddler, he carried himself with the same dramatic flare as his father.

you came home one afternoon to the sound of bickering from the kitchen. jay stood by the counter, onions half-chopped, while your little boy waved his plastic knife around like it was a sword. “dada! let me do it!”

jay only smiled, crouching down to reason with him. “it’s gonna make you cry, bub. i’m just looking out for you.”

but of course, mini-jay wasn’t having it and looked around for you to save him and give him what he wants, because he already knew at a young age, you always say yes to him. once his eyes found yours, he smiles and dropped the utensils and made a beeline for you. "mama, dada don't love me" picking him and carrying him as you made you way to jay who now had wide eyes, staring at his son in feigned offense. "doesn't love you?"

you scooped him up with a soft laugh, carrying him toward his father, who was now gaping at his son in mock offense. “doesn’t love you?” jay gasped dramatically.

“i wanted to help but he don’t wanna!” your son whined into your shoulder.

you shook your head, amused. it was like watching jay argue with a younger version of himself.

“wait till you’re older,” jay grinned, pinching his son’s cheek, “you’ll cut onions with your jawline like your old man.”

the boy only rolled his eyes in perfect imitation of him.

later that night, when the house was quiet and your son was tucked in, jay wrapped his arms around your waist, lips brushing your ear. “you know…” he whispered, smirking, “…i could give you your own twin if you’ll let me.”

jaeyun (jake)

from the fluffy waves of his hair to the warm puppy eyes and soft smile, your son was jake’s little twin. it was almost unfair how much he resembled his dad, and jake took pride in it.

“look at him,” jake cooed one afternoon, holding the baby up with a grin. “yeah, you’re gonna win over all the girls when you grow up.”

“jake!” you swatted his shoulder, quickly taking your four-month-old back. “don’t teach him that!”

“relax, honey,” he laughed, throwing an arm around you. “he’s four months old, he doesn’t understand a thing.”

you rolled your eyes, bouncing your baby gently, but of course jake wasn’t done. “besides, he looks just like me. maybe he’ll even have my charm. soft guy vibes never fail.”

you threw a pillow at him. “be quiet, you narcissist.”

his grin only widened. “fine, maybe if i get you pregnant again and that baby comes out looking like you, then you’ll finally get it.”

“excuse me? i just gave birth four months ago!”

“so what’s the threshold?”

“the what?”

“when can i give you your carbon copy?” he asked so innocently you had to laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

sunghoon

the moment the newborn starting to grow, the more sunghoon was getting frightened and flabbergasted by his own creation due to the fact that it looks identical to him when he was a baby or toddler. it was creeping him out and you had to watch it unfold every day.

“why are you so shocked?” you teased as you folded laundry nearby. “he’s your dna.”

“i know, but… not even a little bit of you in him?” sunghoon muttered, studying his son’s features as the boy sat in his lap, giggling and flailing his tiny arms.

the two locked eyes for a moment, mirroring each other’s smile, and sunghoon’s jaw dropped. “i made this kid.”

you rolled your eyes. “yes, honey, you did. but try telling that to strangers. people look at me like i kidnapped him when i say i’m his mom.”

sunghoon’s gaze flickered toward you then, mischief sparking. “i could change that, you know.”

“what do you mean?” you frowned. “you’ll tell people off?”

“no.” he smirked, kissing your son’s chubby cheek. “i’ll give you another baby.”

you set down the laundry basket, giving him a look. “oh really? and you’re gonna carry and push this one out?”

he laughed, leaning back. “come to think of it, if we have a little you, i’d probably die from stress.”

your jaw dropped. “what did you just say?!”

sunoo

your son wasn’t just a mini sunoo, he was the mini sunoo. same pretty features, same spark, same sass. sunoo’s pride was sky-high. everywhere you went together, he couldn’t help but announce it.

“yeah, he’s my son.” “no dna test needed. he’s my twin.” “crazy, right? it’s like i copied and pasted.”

and it wasn’t just looks. sunoo’s chatterbox personality had passed down flawlessly. your toddler babbled in endless streams of words, and sunoo always answered back like they were having a serious conversation. the two of them could talk circles around you all day.

“good luck with that, babe,” your family often laughed.

one night, you caught him squinting at your son. “he’s too young for skincare, right?”

you gave him the look, and he immediately mirrored it. “what? i was just asking.”

you shook your head, but deep down you loved it. your two sass machines, your bundles of joy.

sunoo leaned back on the couch, smirking. “you’re just jealous your kid doesn’t look like you.”

“maybe i am,” you admitted softly.

“want a baby girl, love? i can arrange that.” he winked, and you nearly spit out your water.

jungwon

the moment you held your baby after delivery, you saw it. another kitty face. another jungwon. his little mirror.

as your son grew, the resemblance only got stronger. jungwon marveled at it daily. “aren’t you a handsome little guy?” he cooed while changing his diaper. “maybe you’ll dance like me… or try taekwondo?”

your baby gurgled happily, and jungwon smiled down at him. “don’t worry, i won’t force you into anything. i’ll just guide you, support you, love you.”

you watched from the doorway, jungwon doing his tasks not knowing you're there as he continues to talk to his baby "i always dreamed of this, having you, and now, here you are… and you look exactly like me" and the baby laughs as if he understood.

"but wouldn't it be nice to have tiny version of the woman i fell in love with? to have a little yn roaming around?" you just smile and try not to make any noise as you continued to listen in.

"your mommy's beauty is one of a kind, i might as well share and spread that beauty by adding her little twin in the world, right?"

riki

riki as a dad was exactly what you expected: stylish and playful. he was already altering denim tears and chrome hearts pieces to fit your three-year-old son, insisting his boy deserved the best.

“he already looks like me, babe,” riki grinned, crouching to help him into a pair of tiny denim pants.

your son twirled dramatically, showing them off. “don’t i look cool, mommy? like daddy?”

“see? told you,” riki smirked, patting his son’s head. “great taste runs in the blood.”

later that night, after the bedtime story and goodnight kiss, riki slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“as much as i adore having a mini me,” he murmured against your neck, “i’d love to see a little version of you. a daughter in pink dresses, hair all done by you… so i can fall in love with you all over again through her.”

｡lee heeseung*ﾟ

you waddle out of the bathroom, wrapped in your towel, and ask your boyfriend to excuse you. heeseung is seated at his gaming desk, and slowly tears his eyes away from his screen as if he didn’t quite hear you. his brows furrow as he takes in the dead serious expression on your face, and just… gapes at you. what he doesn’t know is that you’re genuinely fighting back giggles.

“okay… b-but, aren’t these your jeans on the floor, right here?” he stutters out helplessly with a pointed look. heeseung gestures between your cardigan on his lap and your discarded jeans strewn on the floor beside his gaming chair. you lose your cool then, at once flustered by the memory of what you two were up to before you left the room to go shower.

he notices the change in your expression, from stoic to shy, and chuckles fondly. "babe, what on earth was in your shampoo?" he jokes, bemused and trying to work out whether or not you’re pranking him. you burst out laughing at the look on heesung’s face, water droplets falling from your body onto the carpet below as your shoulders shake from laughter.

“i can’t believe you fell for it,” you tease, before finally coming clean. heeseung pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing at his own gullibility once he realizes he’s just fallen for yet another one of your prank trends.‎

‎｡park jay*ﾟ

“jay,” you sigh with a pout, feigning sadness as you twist and turn in front of your full-length mirror. “i don’t like how this top goes with these pants.”

the two of you have plans for the evening, and jay is—of course—already dressed and patiently waiting on you.

“how come?” he asks with a faint frown, giving you a once-over. “you look great, honey, really.” he is settled on the bean bag beside your bed, and leans forward to give your outfit his full attention.

“i don’t know… i think i’ll switch out the top for something else,” you turn to face him, an all too innocent smile playing on the corners of his lips. “please may you excuse me for a sec so i can change?”

"sure, i'll just start calling up the uber," your boyfriend says simply, shuffling over to plant a tiny peck on your temple before he leaves the room to give you privacy. the prank seems to have flown completely over his head, and you stifle a snort behind your palm.

you tiptoe out of your bedroom and find him waiting in your living room, completely unfazed on the couch. when you explain to him that it's all a prank, he chuckles softly and reaches up to playfully pinch your cheek.

"you didn't think that my request was odd?" you ask, laughing.

"i just thought you needed your space," jay shrugs with a small laugh of his own.

‎｡sim jake*ﾟ

jake is lounging in your desk chair, lazily scrolling through a webtoon on his phone, when you ask him to leave so you can have your privacy. ‘“okay,” he replies distractedly. he doesn’t question it, and absentmindedly hums as he pads out the door and shuts it behind him.

you trail his retreating figure with your eyes until he’s out of sight, biting your bottom lip in amusement, and start counting. in one… two… three…

“wait a minute!” you hear him holler from down the hallway.

in five seconds, jake is barging back into your room, phone dangling limply from the beaded chain attaching the device to his wrist. “wha— why? privacy? from me?? ” he points at himself, stunned and still babbling. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” you laugh, shaking your head. “i just want to change.”

jake snorts, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms over his chest. “we’ve been together for three years,” he points out as he sits down on your bed with a huff.

“god forbid a person wants privacy,” you sigh, giving him your best eyeroll. jake regards you suspiciously, noting the mischief dancing in your eyes. his brown eyes bore into yours in what appears to be an attempt to telepathically make you explain your odd behaviour.

when you don’t budge, staring back at him with feigned indifference, your boyfriend starts listing every single time he’s seen you in less than your undergarments. his catalog is impressively accurate, complete with dates and locations. the absurdity of how well he remembers everything has you caving, and you can barely fess up in between peals of laughter.

‎｡park sunghoon*ﾟ

“and… done!” you exclaim with a satisfied grin, tilting your boyfriend’s face right to left. you and sunghoon are just about done with your skin care routines for the night, but you always like to give his face one last check. he rarely moisturizes correctly, often going to bed with streaks of moisturizer still on his jaw or nose.

“all good?” he confirms with a warm smile, watching you arrange your products. you nod and give his nose a wet kiss, making his face scrunch up cutely. “not the face—please and thank you,” he jokes, helping you arrange everything back in its proper place around the sink or in the cabinets.

“i do what i please!” you declare, flashing him your most menacing glare. sunghoon sticks his tongue out at you and you retaliate by poking his side. “bring me my pajamas so i can change, would you?”

“your wish is my command,” he says cheesily, shooting finger guns at you on his way back into the bedroom. “i need to put on mine, too, so i'll bring both.”

“actually…” you say slowly, realizing sunghoon has unknowingly granted you the perfect opportunity to mess with him. “i'd like some privacy, so you change there and i'll change here.”

your ipad-kid boyfriend practically lives on tiktok, and he's seen videos of this prank before. nevertheless, he plays along, nodding in agreement and dutifully backing away. “ah, yes, i need to protect my purity.”

you can't tell if his tone is genuine or cheekily sarcastic, so you tiptoe to the door and check if he really fell for the prank. you burst into giggles upon seeing his face cartoonishly peeking out. “nice try,” he quips with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. “but i already know that trend.”

HEESEUNG

heeseung notices your tears the second they slip down your cheeks, his chest aching at the sound of your quiet sobs. he kneels down to your level, taking one of your hands in his as the other gently tugs you closer by your waist. his fingers tangle with yours, pressing his forehead against yours, before swiping his thumb over your damp cheek.

“i didn’t mean to upset you.. angel,” he murmurs, voice soft and laced with guilt. you bury your face into his shoulder as he whispers sweet nothings against your hair, “shh.. it’s fine, we’ll be okay.” he presses a gentle kiss to your heated temple and the tip of your nose. your arms finally wrap around his neck once you’ve calmed down, prompting him to hold you tight and murmur reassuring words.

JAY

jay runs a hand through his hair in pure frustration, silently cussing under his breath for lashing out at you. he steps closer to you with creased brows before reaching for your waist. he presses your body against his, keeping you in a tight hug as his hands rub slow circles on your back

“hey.. don’t cry, okay? ’m so sorry,” he murmurs, one hand reaching to hold the back of your head, thumb mindlessly caressing your hair. when you finally pull away, he tilts your chin to meet his gaze and presses slick kisses along your jawline and lips. when you hiccup from crying, his noze nuzzles into your neck as he mutters, “we’re okay now.. no more fights, hm?”

JAKE

jake crouches in front of you as you sit on the couch, gently cupping your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your heated cheeks. “’m sorry, baby.” he mumbles, voice groggy as he peppers your nose and lips with wet pecks.

you sniffle in between your giggle as he tugs you by your hand to stand up with him. his hands move from your face to your hips, pulling you flush against his body. “see? everything’s okay..” he whispers, gently pressing his fingertips into the flesh of your hips to tease you.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon clenches his jaw when he realizes how badly he’s escalated the argument. his strong biceps wrap around your waist, letting you vent freely as he strokes your hair and nods atop of your shoulder. “it’s okay. you know i didn’t mean it, hm?” he mumbles, softly tugging your head back so you can look up at him

you nod, his lips ghosting over your lips to initiate a kiss. he strokes your back when you press your lips against his, humming into his mouth. he’ll eventually lean his forehead against yours, finally swallowing the uneasy pit in his throat as he kisses away the tension.

SUNOO

sunoo is the quickest to realize his mistake, gently gripping your wrist—and he refuses to let go. “it’s okay, pretty. shh,” he murmurs, tilting your chin to look at him. his other hand rests on your jaw as he presses a kiss to your temple, then a quick peck to your nose.

he purrs against your neck while rubbing your back, whispering reassuring and sweet words. “we’re fine.. i won’t let it happen again, yeah?.” his chest tightens when you hiccup or sniffle, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and peppering wet kisses along your jawline and cheeks.

JUNGWON

jungwon stands infront of you, tilting his head down and pressing his lips together before you start to cry. his hand rests on the back of your head, the other sitting just under the hem of your shirt to feel your skin. “we’ll fix things, doll. it was jus’ a fight.” he assures, looking into your glossy eyes.

he plants soft kisses land to your temple and the top of your head, mindlessly stroking your scalp. if your sobs persist, he tightens the tug and insists on doing whatever you want to make you feel better

NIKI

niki leans against the door frame, eyes locked on you as you lay in your shared bed, sniffling. “y’ still mad?” he asks, walking into the room and closer to you. your foot barely pushes his abdomen in hopes of backing him away as you mumble, “go away, riki.”

he kisses his teeth before chuckling, hovering over you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. your trapped under him, a smile tugging at his lips from the way his warm breath hits your skin. he sucks small kisses into your neck, mumbling “i’m sorry.” he finally comes out to look you in your glossy eyes before crashing his lips on yours.

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girl!dad heeseung who was more nervous than ever the first time he held her. he kept asking you if he’s doing it right. 

“her head’s okay like this, yeah?” and doesn’t breathe normally until she settles against his chest.

girl!dad heeseung who wakes up in the middle of the night without complaining. you wake up to him at 2am in the kitchen, warming a bottle up and bouncing her on his shoulder, half asleep. “i got her, go back to bed,”

girl!dad heeseung who pretends he isn’t soft but absolutely is! he’ll say things like “she’s spoiled” while carrying her around and letting her nap on him for hours on end.

girl!dad heeseung learns how to do her hair after watching you twice. it’s a bit messy at first.. but he still sends you a picture when you’re out of the house with a: “i tried?”

girl!dad heeseung who is unaware of how protective he is. walking on the side of the sidewalk closer to the street when you three are all out together, tying her shoes before leaving the house, or making sure she’s bundled up on a cold day.

girl!dad heeseung who handles hurt knees before you even notice. scooping her up, sitting her on the counter, cleaning it carefully as if he’s handling shattered glass on the floor. “i know it hurts, but you’re okay,”

girl!dad heeseung who lets her do his hair without complaining, not bothering to undo it before leaving the house. and when you point it out, he can only shrugs and say, “she did it.”

girl!dad heeseung who does bedtime instead of you, most of the time because you look “tired.” tucking her into bed neatly, reading in a low voice until she falls asleep, then stands there for a second longer than needed.

girl!dad heeseung who’s bad at saying emotional stuff out loud, but is amazing at showing it in actions. packs her snacks, fixes her toys, carries her when she’s sleepy at dinner. or just, holding your hand when it’s feels a little overwhelming.

girl!dad heeseung who looks at you one night. she’s asleep between the two of you, and all he says is. “she’s a lot like you, you know?”

girl!dad heeseung who didn’t think he would be this kind of dad.. but he is.

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the room filled with a heavy scent of weed and smoke. your head rested against his hard chest, eyes red and your smile dopey.

"sunooo," you whined, looking up at him with a pout, blinking slowly at him as he took another hit of the blunt, slotting it between his lips as his eyes gazed down at you.

"hmm, yeah, pretty?" he slurred. he blew out the smoke slowly, not away from you, but to the side in a lazy stream. the hazy plume caught the dim light before dissolving into the thin air.

"yeah?" you repeated, pout becoming more exaggerated. your hand came up, fingers trembling and clumsy, as you traced the line of his jaw. "'re not listeninggg…"

he let out a low chuckle, a rumble that you felt more than heard through his chest. he took the blunt from his lips, holding it between his index and middle finger, as his other hand cradled the side of your face. his thumb slowly stroked your cheek, his touch warm and almost rough from his calloused fingers.

"always listenin'," he murmured, voice thick with honey. his eyes, half-lidded and dark, scanned your face, the reddened eyes, dopey smile, the way you were melting into him. "you're jus not sayin' any words, pretty. jus makin' noises."

he brought the blunt back to his lips, eyes holding yours as he took a deep inhale. the orangey glow had illuminated the sharp planes of his face for a split second before fading. his lips pursed as he held the smoke in, leaning down as his face hovered inches away from yours.

with a sigh, he exhaled gently, not a full blow, but something soft, sharing a breath of smoke and warmth. the scent intensified, wrapping around the both of you, enveloping you.

"tell me," he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. "use your words for me, baby. what does my pretty girl want, hmm?"

you squirmed at his words, a hand reaching up to take the blunt from his fingers and bringing it to your plump lips, mimicking his actions as you took a deep inhale, holding in the smoke before lightly blowing against his face.

"want you, sun…" you whispered.

a slow, captivating smile spread across sunoo's face. he watched as you take the hit with a lazy intensity, gaze dropping from your lips to you as you exhaled against his skin. the words seemed to hit him harder than any type of weed or crack he had done in his 22 years of living.

"want me," he repeated, voice dropping even lower, as it cuts through the smoke. his hand that was against your cheek slid back, fingers tangling gently in your hair. "you got me, pretty. always."

he leaned in, closing the small distance between the both of you. his kiss wasn't urgent, yet it was deep, claiming, but gentle. he tasted like smoke and something else that always reminded you of him, maybe pineapple? peaches? you didn't know.

when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushed against yours with each word he said.

"what do you want from me, hmm?" he took the blunt back from your limp fingers, setting it aside in the ashtray you made with him at a pottery class without looking away from you. his other arm slung around your shoulder as he smirked, turning to sit facing forward as his eyes looked at you. "gotta be specific. 'm in a real good mood, might give you anything you ask for."

you let out a moan of satisfaction, lips hanging apart, slightly dry and cracked, yet drool pooled in your mouth, between your teeth and the bottom lip. "want you, please, sun…" you whined, hips dragging foward slightly, which earned a rumble.

"want me, how?" his arm that was around your shoulder dropped down to your waist, bringing you to straddle his thighs. a low groan vibrated against his chest as he felt the weight of you against his leg. the hand wrapped around your waist, going to grip the flesh of your body through the fabric, guiding your hips in a slow, deliberate circle, eyes darkening and fixated on your face.

"c'mon, baby," he coaxed, voice rough. "you gotta spell it out for me. that pretty head of yours all fogged up?" he joked, squeezing your waist as your hips slowly glided up and down. soft moans escaped your lips, as you felt your panties dampen up, clit catching the fabric.

he let out a low whistle at the sight, his cock growing in his sweats as he watched. freehand going back to the ash tray to grab the blunt, bringing it to his lips. the sight of you melting on his thigh, the tiny gasp, the helpless roll of your hips, were better than anything he had seen in a porno or a hentai.

he took another, long, deep pull from the blunt, ember flaring orange once again as his eyes never left the sight of your hips. he held the smoke, letting it build before exhaling it in a slow, steaming motion towards the side.

"fuck," he breathed out, words tinged with smoke and adoration. the hand against your waist slowly inching down between your clearly soaked shorts, he didn't move any fingers, just kept them right under where you grinded. "look at you, soaked for me already."

you let out a whine at his words, earning a soft shhh from his lips. he brought the blunt to your lips, nudgin them apart. "take it for me, baby." he commanded, voice dark and velvety with a promise. "then maybe you're gonna use that pretty mouth for something else. gonna tell me exactly where you want me, or i'm gonna have to guess… and i might start right here."

his thumb soflty swept over the damp fabric of your shorts, appling a firm pressure that made you jolt against his hand. a smirk playing on his lips. "or maybe here feels too good to stop. you wanna come just like this, grinding on me like a desperate little thing? or do 'ya want more?"

you let out another moan, nodding as you continued to grind on his hand and thigh.

"want me to take care of you?" he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek. "want me to make you feel real good til you forget your own name?"

you nodded in an instant, hips never faltering.

"'corse you do." he laughed, tapping your sopping, clothed cunt softly, before pulling away. hands tugging down at your shorts. "up," he commanded, helping you peel off your shorts, tossing them somewhere away in the living room.

his eyes narrowed in on the large, dark wet spot against your panties, the one's he bought for your birthday and was his favourite.

a large hand went to softly smack the flesh off your ass, before gripping it to soothe the pain. muttering sweet words into your ear as you continued to get off on his legs. "doing so well for me, pretty," he mumbled, kissing below your ear.

you felt your stomach coil up at his praises and the feeling of his sweatpants and your wet panties against your clit. you swore you could cum any minute, your moans got louder and your hips became more animalistic.

"su—sunoo—" you whined, tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him with those red eyes of yours.

"no, not now." he smirked, taking another drag of the blunt, smoke escaping his lips in an instant. "want you to cum on 'm face."

you let out a sharp whine, and a choked sob that escaped your lips. the filthy words barely slicing through the hazy and hot air.

"sunoo.." you moaned, the name a plea. hips slowly stopping, but the coil in your stomach never leaving.

he just watched you, smirk never leaving as he took another slow drag. he held the smoke, his eyes watering just from the smell, making them glisten in the dim light. he leaned foward, face inches from yours.

"yeah," he whispered, smoke hitting your face, scent full of weed. "you heard me. want to see you lose it right here. want to watch you fall apart all jus for me."

he slowly layed down against the large leather sofa, head hitting a soft pillow, switching your position as your back face towards him, as he had a full view of your ass on his chest, your legs sat beside the muscle. his hands settled against your hips, pushing you further up, as your hips finally hovered over his face.

"come on baby, sit." he grumbled, voice thick as if he was waiting his whole life for this to happen. your thighs trembled as you let yourself down without a thought, the dampness of your panties connecting with the tip of his tongue.

a shuddering sigh had left his lips the moment he could taste you. his hands on your hips tightening, holding you there, not allowing you to move an inch.

"fuck," he breathed out, words hot and damp against the thin fabric of your panties. "taste so good, just for 'me."

he didn't waitm his tongue, hot and broad, dragged a slow stripe right over your soaked hole, from your chubby clit to your slicked hole, applying pressure where exactly you needed it the most. a harsh moan tore from your throat, hands flying to brace yourself as you leaned foward, face planting against his thigh, your back arching.

"fuck, these are in the way," he muttered, words muffled against you. his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties. "lift up for me, pretty. jus a little."

he didn't yank, he just waited, patient even with the ragging boner he had. his breath hot against the cotton, until you shakily riased your hips, enough for him to pull down the fabric of your panties on one side, letting it dangle on one side of your thigh.

the sound he made as soon as he saw your glistening pussy was from pure hunger. a low hum that vibrated through your cunt, as his hands returned to your hips, gripping hard, pushing you down onto his hot mouth with a cry.

your hands gripped his thighs harshly, mouth wide open and drooling, the only thing on your mind was his cock. your hands wrapped around it. thighs wrapped around it. pussy clamping down on it. mouth on it.

without a word, your trembling fingers pushed down his sweatpants and boxers to free his hardening cock, the tip slapping against your cheek lightly. sunoo let out a gasp against your pussy as his cock was freed, cool air and the touch of your cheek sending a jolt straight through him.

the grip on your hips is tightening to leave bruises, mouth never stops its work. "fuck, taste so good for me, yeah?" he moaned against your pussy, a wet muscle of his tongue gliding against your clit, slurping up your slick generously.

and that alone, made you gain confidence. with your drool, you let it fall onto his mushroomy tip, lips chasing it as your mouth slowly inched down on his cock. the wet, hot slide of your mouth made his head fall back against the couch with a dull thud, a groan tearing from his raspy throat, hips giving an incoluntary, tiny jerk upwards.

"fuck," he breathed, lips going to connect back onto your sopping cunt, tongue more brutual than before as it enters your gasping hole, making you moan around his cock, sending vibrations and closing your legs against his head, practically choking him.

yet, he doubled his efforts, the taste of you sweet and addicting on his tongue, as his fingers go to furiously rub your clit. making your legs thrash against his head, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried you best to suck his cock.

sound squelching filled the room from the both of you, as your nose hit the base of his cock, nose hairs tickling his pubic hair softly.

sunoo's hips thrusted up in your lips as he ate you out, the sensation making his mind short-circuit. the grip he had on your hips leaving a small purple mark as he anchored himself against you.

this was more addicting than any type of weed. his tongue flattened against a spot that made your back arch and stomach coil. your lips moaning against his tip, as precum leaked into your mouth. sounds of approvals vibrating against you as his fingers never stopped.

sunoo's eyes, heavy, peered open to watch you, yet all he could see was the glisten of your slick against his face, your pussy lips twitching and red, as he abused your clit. moans and groans escaping his own lips as he felt his stomach tighten.

"su—sunoo," you muffled out, feeling your orgasm building up in your stomach. walls clenching against his tongue as a last warning.

"just cum on my face, baby," he rasped out, hips bucking faster against your face to match your orgasm. "fucking cum."

and with his words, your back arched, lips popping off his cock, leaving a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you practically sat on his face, suffocating him as you came. slick squirting down his throat and all over his chin. yet his tongue never stopped, fucking and sucking you as if you were his oxygen.

"just like that," he mumbled, slapping your ass softly, allowing the red mark to bloom.

you whined and moaned, face planted into his thigh, before weakly wrapping around the head of his cock again, leaving kitten licks, slowly meeting the half way mark.

"look at you," he rasped, voice wrecked as he tried to lick the slick away from your pussy lips, as you twitched, over sensitive. "fuckin' perfect, taking me so good."

you jumped, ass shaking in his face slightly, earning a small bite against your clit to make you cry. his thrusts against your lips brutal.

"take it," he groaned between a thrust, "fucking take it." he mumbled, cumming into your mouth after three more thrusts. the hot seed rushing down your throat as your eyes fogged up, tears rolling down onto his thigh, trying to take every last drop.

you could feel him soften around your lips, as you pull out. ass still near his face, slicked and dripping from cum.

"shit, you're too pretty. should smoke more, yeah? maybe stick a blunt in that pretty hole of yours." he groaned, rubbing a finger up and down your gasping hole.

"you'd love that, wouldn't you? me using you like you're just a fucking toy."