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the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. est around 10k (current wc, 2k)

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

releasing. very soon!!

park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.

"hey, um .. is ji—" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.

"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.

on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.

"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admit— even more so than him.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of all— you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.

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for well and for good | park sunghoon

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: angst

wc: 1k

warnings: allusions to a toxic past relationship (sunghoon and unnamed ex), crying (a lot), hurt-no-comfort fic, heartbreak; sunghoon realises his feelings for you too late

a/n: all i want is to break hearts <3

a/n pt 2: umm, not a solid plot but more so like a scene building concept?

there wasn’t a more heartbreaking moment than this, not for sunghoon; not even when the consequences of his actions that led him here had played out exactly as you had warned him it would.

now it was too late, and beg as he might, a heavy feeling in his chest slowly settled against his favour, a premonition turning true and cry as much as he wanted, everything was spiralling out of control so fast, he wasn’t sure who he should save first.

“(y/n)...(y/n) please, i can’t do this, i can’t live without you. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, please don’t leave, i need you…i love you.”

the more he weeped for a lost cause, the more it hurt your chest and ripped you apart piece by piece but you made no attempts at stopping the pain.

everyone had always assumed that you and sunghoon would be the endgame. it was so obvious! you both were head over heels for each other, but of course, of course the heart wavers ever so often now and then. sunghoon let himself ignore all the signs, pretend that the affection and sweet words weren’t another ploy for his wealth, his looks, his popularity, the safety and love he was so willing to provide someone, because he was always so very generous. generous and ridiculously naive; always looking to give away a piece of himself to anyone who so much as asked for it.

and a man in love is hard to sway again, especially when the man is sunghoon, with his giving nature and so much love that filled his heart that he couldn’t contain it any longer.

words were said – spit almost venomously at the cost of saving face and pride, and how dare you question his love and hers, when you had no business? how dare you make assumptions about this beautiful woman who loved him – at least he hoped she did – as much as he did?

and then…and then everything you said came true. your warnings carefully etched themselves like knife carvings on a paper – vehemently and so very stubbornly irreversible. now he’s here, after months of grieving not just the loss of his trust in love, but also you. and he had to make things right, but how does one convince a person they've broken and trampled upon so mercilessly, that they are indeed in love with them?

how does sunghoon convince you that he’s so utterly in love with you that he could physically feel the pain of your pointed ignoring and cold looks? how does he even begin to express how sorry he was when the unsaid apology squeezed the breath out of him in aggrieved pants? how does sunghoon not lose you again?

“”i’m sorry hoon, i can’t do this anymore. i can’t love you anymore, i don’t want to love you anymore…you’ve hurt me too much.”

“(y/n) please, please i beg you,”

and beg he did; getting down on his knees on the cold tile floors of your living room, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dampened your shirt with his hot tears. neither he nor you were making much sense of this conversation anymore.

he felt you shake in his embrace, your own tears and gasps of air breaking his chants of an apology, his hands tightening around you to physically feel your touch after months.

“hoon stop it,” a wretched sob, ugly as it sounded when it tumbled out of your lips in pain, like a helpless rotten fruit falling off its branches, makes you whimper and clutch onto the clinging man's hand who refused to let you go.

in a hurried motion sunghoon is up on his feet, holding you by the shoulder that shakes with the cries staining your cheeks.

“i can’t live without you, please give me another chance,” he shakes his head frantically, mumbling out his words in a frenzy as he is yet again painfully reminded of exactly how weighted his words were and how much truth they held in them. it weighed him down, your refusal to look past this, like a sack of cotton drowning in water, and yet he could not bring himself to blame you, hoping against hope that his words would make a change.

his lips find your forehead, pressing down on them in a hot kiss; the trembling of his lips breaks you, you wish would stop – but he doesn’t. he’s kissing your shoulder, your arms, your wrists, your palms and he’s kissing your forehead – again and again and again and again – until you push yourself away, your eyes closed, shaking your head.

“don’t, it’s time we stopped this. we can’t hope for things that were never meant to be.”

sunghoon was standing on the edge of a cliff, and you just pushed him off into a bottomless pit that made his insides curl into themselves, his hands shooting in the air for something to grasp but there’s only air that passes through his fingers like bullets.

in his last attempt he kisses you on the lips. he holds your face so gently and kisses you so deeply and for a moment you feel yourself swaying. you let him kiss you, because you know this would be the last time you would let this happen. you whimper into his mouth and he lets a broken sob tumble on your lips where it stays as a reminder of this very moment, searing you both apart. you don’t kiss back.

“stop it, please. you’re hurting me.” it’s a whispered plea, but to sunghoon it’s a huge boulder that blocks his way from you. you’ve planted it there for once and for all, and he knows that there’s nothing he can do to make you move it.

“i’m sorry, i love you, but i don't want to anymore. i’m sorry.” 

sunghoon rests his forehead against yours, your tears mingled and continuous and he knows he’s lost you now, for well and for good.

ive [ wonyoung ] lockscreens ♡

The Parks

In which Sunghoon loses his mind thinking his wife is cheating.

Warnings: NSFW, switch!Sunghoon, switch!reader, cheating allegations, slight breeding kink, forced!cream creampie kind of? But like not really forced?

Sunghoon could feel something was up. And though he knew he hadn't been as present lately for his wife as he'd like to be, he knew he didn't quite deserve the cold shoulder he was getting either. He was busy with work, but that didn't stop him from trying. He'd run her a bubble bath when he got home, one of their favorite things to do together, but she'd decline joining him. He'd buy her little gifts, her only reaction being a kiss on the cheek and a small 'thank you'. He'd hold her close to him, kissing her neck and whispering 'I love you's. She'd respond with a quiet hum. She had only been acting this way for a week or two now, but it was driving him insane. In the almost year that they'd been married, they had grown inseparable. They told each other everything, so the way she was shutting him out lately made him uncomfortable. In fact, it was scaring him. Was she falling out of love with him? Was she planning on... leaving him? Was there someone else? The unknown was killing him. So, when he first noticed her behavior shift, he immediately went to work trying to fix things. Unfortunately, his idea of fixing things was to throw her birth control away and trick her into thinking he was at work when in reality he was following her every move. On this particular morning after she had fixed his breakfast and he ate, he couldn't help but notice her phone going off. He watched her eyes cut to the phone, a small grin on her face as she flipped it over so her screen couldn't be seen. Sunghoon felt his blood beginning to boil.

"Who's that?" He forced a fake smile.

"Huh? Oh, um... I don't know, I didn't check,"

"Might be important. You should look," He felt his jaw twitch in irritation.

"It's ok. I'll check it later." She brushed him off.

"Any plans for today?"

"Nope. Just a little cleaning. Are you done eating? Because you kind of have to go or you'll be late," She took his plate before he could respond before grabbing his jacket and keys, waiting for him by the door. He met her there, feeling more anxious than ever. He slipped his jacket on never once looking away from her. She kissed his cheek and turned away.

"Bye, have a good da-" She was cut off by Sunghoon gripping her by the arm, turning her back to face him. He looked deep into those beautiful eyes that he loved so much before smashing his lips to hers, kissing her with every ounce of love in him. He pulled a centimeter away from her lips before he spoke.

"I love you, Wife. With everything in me." She looked up through her lashes, a small smile on her face.

"I know you do. Now go to work, Babe."

I know. I know. That was her response. Sunghoon could feel his heart starting to race with fear as he turned and left. I know. Not, "I love you, too". His mind was so preoccupied he didn't even notice he had arrived at his car. He got in, slamming the door shut behind him in anger.

And then he waited. Ten minutes. Thirty minutes. An hour. When an hour and ten minutes has passed, that's when he saw her. She clearly was planning on doing more than just a little cleaning. She looked beautiful, as she always did, her hair and makeup done to perfection. Her outfit and heels accentuating her yummy curves. He watched as she gracefully dipped into her car before pulling off. He immediately followed her, ending up at a small but expensive looking café. She handed her keys to valet, before walking inside.

From his car, Sunghoon could see that it was pretty empty inside. He watched her confidently walk up to a table, her wedding ring sparkling as she laid a dainty finger on the shoulder of a man. The man stood up before embracing her, his smooth brown skin blending with hers. He hugged her tightly and warmly, like he had done so a million times before. The harder Sunghoon stared the more the man looked familiar to him, but he just couldn't figure it out. Especially with how his mind was flooding with rage. Sunghoon sat watching her for the entire time she was there. He was a ticking bomb as she smiled and giggled, playfully pushing the unidentified man in front of her. His fist balled as he watched the man pay their check, before digging into the pocket of his jacket and dropping something small and shiny into her palm. He saw her eyes light up as she hugged the man again, this time placing a kiss on his cheek. Sunghoon didn't see them as they waved goodbye to each other because he had already left. Sunghoon was fuming. He drove around in his car for hours, pondering over what to do. How could she do this to him? To them? Up until a little while ago, they had been very happy together. Sunghoon spoiled the fuck out of her, treating her like an absolute queen and giving her whatever her heart desired because he loved her more than anything. He kept her sexual appetite satisfied, as insatiable as they were for each other. She was his best friend, his favorite person and he was hers. He gave her everything she'd need to be happy with him. Or so he thought. He felt so lost, his heart aching at the thought of her cheating on him. He didn't know what to do, so he decided to go home. He walked in the house silently, making as little noise as possible. He could hear her rustling around in their bedroom, as she was talking to someone on the phone, so he stood near the door to eavesdrop.

"No, Sunghoon literally has no clue we're leaving," He peeked his head into the room, a gasp escaping him at the sight before him. She was zipping two huge suitcases closed, both stuffed so full that she had to sit on top of them.

"This is so exciting, but sneaking around behind his back is literally so exhausting. I can't wait to get out of here." Her voice faded as she dragged the bags into their closet before walking into their en suite.

"Ok, I'm gonna take a shower, but I'll call you later. Love you, bye," She could say she loved whoever was on the phone, but not him? He felt like he couldn't breathe. This was his worst nightmare come to life. Not only was she leaving him, but she was leaving to be with another man. Not on Sunghoon's watch. He sat in their chair by the window as the shower turned on. He was patient, as she showered, doing his best to stay calm. Their room was dark by the time she exited the bathroom. She hadn't noticed him, and he made no plans to make her aware of his presence yet. Her towel hit the floor, and he felt a twitch in his pants as he watched her lather herself in lotion. A dark grin spread across his face as the scent of her lotion filled the air.

"You smell good, Love," She screamed, spinning around quickly to face her husband.

"Sunghoon, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you scare me like that? And why are you in the dark?" She asked, walking over to turn a light on. When he didn't respond she stopped what she was doing to look at him. She couldn't quite place the expression on his face, but she knew he wasn't happy despite his grin.

"...You alright?"

"Come here," There was something about the look in his eyes that was freaking her out. But she did as told, sitting her nude ass on his lap. He gripped her chin softly, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Wife?" He didn't miss the way her brows raised as she gulped nervously.

"I-I don't think so,"

"No? You sure about that? You've been acting different lately," His voice was so low and sexy and calm, she almost told him everything.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm going to bed-" She was silenced by his hand around her throat.

"You tired? I'm sure you must be exhausted, right? From cleaning?" She nodded wordlessly.

"Ok baby. I'll let you get some sleep. But first I'm gonna fuck you until you scream." He said quite matter of factly.

"N-not tonight, Sunghoon. I'm ovulating, and you know it gives me cramps so...." Sunghoon couldn't believe his fucking ears.

"Fine. Then I'll just eat my sweet little cunt, and that'll be it." She started to protest, but was stopped when Sunghoon threw her on the bed and ripped his shirt off.

He pushed her legs open roughly before settling in between them. His lips found her throat, sucking hickies all over for everyone to see. He could feel her fingers instinctively tangle in his hair as she arched, her tits pressing into him. He kissed down her chest, sucking her right nipple into his mouth while his fingers toyed with the left one. She moaned as he bit her hard little nubs, wondering why he was being so rough. He switched nipples, giving the other the same harsh treatment. By the time he had moved on, her chest had several reddish purple flowers blooming across it. He kissed down her tummy, doing his best to keep his anger trapped down. But how could he when there was a possibility that another man had seen, had touched what belonged to him? Just the thought made him feel like beating his chest and screaming. Sunghoon was the direct opposite of gentle as he folded her knees to her chest, gruffly demanding she holds them there. When she was positioned to his liking, he allowed his eyes to gaze upon her pussy. He was doing his best to commit it to memory in case she really did try to leave him. He'd always have their sex tapes, but being here in the moment with her, he tried to memorize her smell, the way she felt as he placed soft kisses on her folds, her taste, something he knew he'd crave and yearn for forever. He dipped his head, tongue slipping slowly through her folds until it found her clit. He lapped at it slowly, wishing this moment could last forever. Her back arched in pleasure, her soft moans filling the air.

"Feel good, baby? Nobody can make you feel as good as I do. No one." He growled, fingers replacing his tongue and rubbing circles on her clit. Her only response was pushing her hips into his face, looking for more friction.

"No other man on this planet can do to you what I can. No one else knows exactly how to touch you, eat you, fuck you like I do. How to make you squirt, and beg, and cry because it feels so fucking good. Only me." He whispered, lips encompassing her clit once again. He sucked her deep and hard, teeth grazing her sensitive button in a way that made her legs shake.

Sunghoon wasn't lying, or saying this to stroke his own ego. He was saying it because it was the truth. He was her first and only sexual experience, and he had put time and effort into experimenting and learning all the things that she liked. They had spent a countless amount of hours in this very bed discovering new ways to pleasure each other, and the results led to them knowing exactly how to satisfy each other in ways no one else could. Like right now, as Sunghoon ate her out he knew if he sucked gentler but faster on her clit, and fucked her slow with his fingers, she'd squirt for him. But if he sucked hard on her clit, and flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud her orgasm would be a slow burn, leaving her empty minded and shaking. He opted for a mix of both, flicking his tongue over her clit as he sucked it gently, fingers sinking deep inside her. He could feel her beginning to tremble as his fingers curled up, massaging her engorged g-spot.

"Look at me, Wife. Watch me make you cum in my mouth." He pulled away for half a second to speak before latching back on, his dick twitching aggressively as he felt her clit pulsing and throbbing in his mouth.

She whined weakly before craning her neck to look down in between her legs. She was greeted by the sight of his full wet lips wrapped around her bud, his pink cheeks hollowing as he sucked. His eyes... his eyes. She felt like he was staring into her soul with his intense gaze, and as she started to crumble and cum in his mouth, she watched his eyes roll back in his head at her taste.

"Sunghoooon, oh shit. Feel s'good, baby. Feels so fucking good, please, baby," She gasped breathlessly as he licked her through her climax. When he was satisfied he sat back and watched her, as she stared at him with hungry eyes.

"Who else can make you cum as fast and as hard as me, Love? Who else knows your body better than you do? Answer me."

"No one, Hoon. Only you," For the first time in two weeks, he felt a bit of relief.

"Baby? Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her greedy little fingers rubbed his happy trail before tugging at his belt.

"You said not tonight. Don't you have cramps from ovulating?" He asked knowingly.

"Well, Google says having an orgasm might help my cramps, so I changed my mind." He raised a smug eyebrow before slowly unbuckling his belt while he spoke.

"You want me to fuck you? How should I do it, baby? What position... Tell Daddy how you want him," That crazed look in his eyes was making her soak the sheets.

"How-however you want me, Daddy," She was shaking in excitement and anticipation.

"Hmm... good answer. You're gonna suck my dick first. Real nasty, messy, just how I like it. Then I want you face down, ass up, so I can watch that ass bounce while I fuck you. Finish in missionary so I can kiss you and look into your eyes while you're creaming on my cock. Sound good?" Her curls bounced with the force of her nodding her head.

"Words, baby. I need you to be vocal with me tonight. Tell me you want this, want me. Tell me you need me." Her head tilted in confusion. He knew she needed him. He had to know. But she obliged anyway.

"I want you, Sunghoon. And you know I always need you," She caught a glimpse of something vulnerable in his eyes, but it was gone in a flash. She caught on quickly, realizing that for whatever reason he needed to feel loved and appreciated by her tonight. She was more than happy to do that.

She crawled to the edge of the bed, her fingers batting his out of the way as she tugged his jeans and boxers off in one swift move. She rubbed his chest as he kicked them off to the side. As she looked at him, his pale skin glowing enticingly under the lights, she almost couldn't keep her mouth shut. She bit her lip, doing her best not to ruin his surprise. She had been planning something special for him for their one year anniversary, and keeping it from him was killing her. She distracted herself by placing sweet kisses on his public bone.

"You're so fucking sexy. I love you, Hoon," She had been bursting at the seams wanting to tell him everything, but honestly she had been avoiding him for the past two weeks. She confided everything in him, and the only way she could think to not ruin her surprise was to just not talk to him at all. His dick drooled in response, his cherry red tip aching to be sucked.

"Yeah? You love me, Babe? Only me?" She was completely confused by this, but she indulged him as she always did.

"Only you, babe. You know that already, don't you? I could never even think about another man when I have my hands full with you," She grinned cheekily but it did little to comfort Sunghoon. How could she lie to him so easily? And with a smile on her face at that. It pissed him off completely, so instead of responding he leaned down and held her chin in his grip.

"Open," She did so immediately, smiling internally as he spit in her mouth. Before she could swallow his saliva, the head of his cock was pushing past her lips. She looked up at him with round, doe eyes and it made his mind race. Had another man been in his place? Watching her pretty eyes water as she took his length into her throat. Had someone else got to see the way her tits bounced when he gently began to thrust into her mouth. Sunghoon was losing his mind. He did his best to ignore the thoughts racing in his mind and focus on her.

She was sucking him just the way he liked, sloppy and wet. He groaned at the feeling of her gagging on his length when he pushed in too deep. And he thought maybe she kind of deserved it for making him hurt so bad, so he did it again. And again. And again until he was fucking her face rougher than ever, her head trapped as his strong hands gripped her curls. He was forcing her to take as much of his length as he could get in her mouth, her nose brushing his pelvis as he tugged her forward.

"Fuck. Love you so much. Sucking my dick so good, just how I taught you," She hummed a moan in answer, the feeling making him shiver. She was such a good girl for him, her fingers digging into his hips as she gagged and choked around him. He couldn't live without this, without her.

"You're mine, baby. All mine. Forever," She couldn't tell if he was saying that for her or to reassure himself. Either way, she doubled down in her efforts to please, her tongue sticking out to flick against his balls on each inward stroke. His heart ached as he watched her gag and spit and choke on him. She was so fucking beautiful to him. And she sucked his dick with so much love. It was the final straw for Sunghoon, his abs tightening as he inhaled a sharp breathe. His nose and brows scrunched in tandem, his orgasm causing him to shake.

"Ughhhhh fuuuuuckk!" He groaned loudly, head falling back on his shoulders. She swallowed as much as she could, the feeling of her throat contracting causing him to leak out a few more spurts. When he finished, he pulled out of her mouth, feeling guilty at the way she started coughing in the aftermath.

"I'm sorry, Love. I-I don't know what's wrong with me. Was I too rough?" She waved him off, wiping the spit off of her face.

"It's 'k. Fuck me now?" She asked, her hoarse voice turning him on. She crawled back in the bed, flipping to rest on her elbows and knees. The way she was dripping assured him that it really was OK, so he climbed up on the bed behind her, lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed in in one thrust, gasping at how good and tight she felt. One thing was for sure, if she was getting fucked by someone else they were nowhere near Sunghoon's size. He wished he could get out of his own head because the only thing he was doing was pissing himself off. She moaned, pushing her ass back into him impatiently. Sunghoon was glad she was ready, because with the way he was fuming there was no holding back. He gripped her hips tightly in his big hands, pulling all the way out of her before roughly thrusting all the way back in. She squealed in surprise at the feeling of his warm, hard member exiting her hole and forcing its way back in. He kept it at a teasingly slow yet hard pace, teasing her until neither one could take anymore. He could feel her clenching around him, trying to keep him from pulling all the way out again, so he leaned over her, resting on his fists as he gave her what she wanted. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, as he took his anger out on her. It was on the tip of his tongue to bring it up right now, while he was buried deep inside of her, both stripped down to the most vulnerable state possible. But he knew he wasn't in the best headspace to talk. Was he not the best husband that he could be? Did he not do his best to show her that he loved and adored her endlessly? He was angry that she was hurting him like this, angry that she was entertaining even just the thought of another man. Before he knew, he was giving himself away.

"I'm so fucking mad at you," She moaned desperately, her head spinning at the dizzying pace he was rutting into her at.

"W- why- oh, fuck- why are you a-angry? Did I do s- something, oh, shit please, Daddy," He grunted back in response.

"You know what you're fucking doing. I - fuck- I hate you," He growled. The way her ass was bouncing from him thrusting had him staring down with hearts in his eyes. What if this was his last time seeing her like this in person?

"Are we r- role playing and I don't know it or some-th-thing?" She asked, and the thought of her playing dumb and acting like she didn't have a clue what he was talking about made him see red.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Shit. So close. I hope I get you fucking pregnant, I fucking hate you,"

"Ooh, Sunghoon. You know I'm ovulating, and I can't find my birth control, stop fucking playing before you actually get me pregnant." That's exactly what his plan was.

"I hope I do. I hope I get you pregnant so you can never leave me, fuck. I'm gonna fill you up over and over again until I put my baby inside of you."

"You better fucking pull out," Even as she said the words, her back arched just a little further, wanting him to cum deep inside of her despite the risk.

"Nooo," He moaned. "Gonna cum inside you. Plant my seed in this fertile little pussy, and make a baby." His hips stuttered into her ass once, twice more before he was thrusting in deep and spilling. She gasped at the feeling of his cum pumping inside of her, feeling his drooling tip slobbering on her cervix. She ground back into his length, working him through his orgasm.

"Sunghoon! Oh, babe. You weren't supposed to cum inside me like that, we're not protected."

"So what? Who cares if we get pregnant now? Huh? You stay fucking still so my seed will take," That was it for her. She sat up and whipped around to look at him.

"Sunghoon, why are you being such a dick to me? You nearly suffocated me with your dick down my throat, you didn't even make me cum just now, and you came inside me knowing we aren't protected. What's wrong with you?!"

"I didn't know you didn't cum. Sorry," He grumbled looking away. Her angry face softened as she looked at him. She knew he was troubled by something, and she wanted to know why. She reached out a hand to cup his face, frowning when he pushed it away.

"Babe, what's going on? Tell me what's going through your head," He knew if he told her that he knew she was seeing another man, she'd immediately be done with him, and as pathetic as it made him feel he wasn't ready to let her go yet. Even if she was cheating on him. So he didn't respond, instead pushing her to lay on her back, burying his head in her hair as he entered her again. The familiar scent of coconut oil in her hair soothed him, as he did his best to hold it together. Her walls were wet with his orgasm, and highly sensitive because she had never reached hers. He was slow this time, sensual. He tried to relay to her what he couldn't say with words. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tugging at his hair until he was looking at her.

"Whatever is w-wrong, we'll fix it. Together," He shook his head, as he could feel his eyes starting to sting.

"I hate you... don't leave me," Sunghoon buried his face in her neck, not wanting her to see the tears gathering in his eyes as he fucked her. But it didn't matter, because a sob escaped his lips, his tears wetting her neck. His hips settled against hers, unmoving, as his emotions got the best of him, his body slumped against hers as he cried.

"Please. I love you. Don't leave me, wife," He croaked out, and even though he hated it, he tearily told her everything. How he had followed her to the café and saw her with that man. How he had seen said man gift her something, how she kissed his cheek. How he heard her talking about leaving while she packed her suitcases. She looked at him with soft eyes as she wiped the tears away from his red cheeks.

"Sunghoon. Why didn't you just talk to me, baby? You could have saved yourself a lot of heartache. The person that texted me this morning and the guy that I met at the café is my cousin." Shit, that's why he looked so familiar. Sunghoon was pretty sure he had met him at their wedding. "And the thing he gave me was a key. He has an apartment in Bali that he's letting us use for a week for our anniversary. I was trying to surprise you, that's why I've been so quiet. I knew if I kept talking to you I'd spill, because I tell you everything. Those bags I packed are for both of us, and when you eavesdropped, it was just me complaining to my mom about how much I hated keeping secrets from you." He was quiet as he tried to figure out what to say.

"...This is so fucking embarrassing."

"Yeah, kind of."

"Not helping,"

"I'm not trying to help. You deserve to feel embarassed for acting like a jerk instead of just talking to me," He groaned, hiding his blushing face in her neck.

" 'M sorry."

"Did you seriously think I'd cheat on you? That I could ever want anyone else but you, Sunghoon?" Sunghoon felt absolutely ridiculous.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry, Love,"

"And you made me ruin my surprise. You know what? Pull out, Sunghoon. Now."

"No, I'm sorry, Babe. Don't make me pull out," He groaned sadly.

"Pull out. You're gonna eat me out until I forgive you," He perked up at that.

"Oh....ok, Wife. I'll eat- mmm, fuck- I'll eat you out until you forgive me." He moaned as he pulled out. He trailed kisses from her neck to her pubic bone, finally feeling like he could breathe again. A weight was lifted off his shoulders, and as he looked up at her from between her thighs he felt so much relief. He dipped his head low, wetting his lips with her essence and began his 'punishment'.

His head had been buried in her pussy for at least an hour, she'd lost track of how many orgasms she had and Sunghoon was showing no signs of slowing down. His nails were digging into her ass, creating little crescent indentations, but he was so far gone at this point that he didn't even notice. His eyes fluttered shut, brows furrowed in concentration. She wondered how long it'd been since he stopped for air as she took in his red cheeks. His mouth worked wonders on her. His lips felt so soft as they tugged and kissed on her puffy lips. His tongue was so warm, and she could feel every ridge and bump on it as he buried it as deep as it would go inside her hole. His nose brushed against her sensitive clit, causing her to whimper out a shaky moan. Something about that moan triggered Sunghoon, and he went from fucking her with his tongue to latching onto her clit. He sucked roughly around it, groaning to himself. As she felt his lips vibrate around her nub, her back arched and she released in his mouth for the millionth time. Her hands had trailed up to her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipples as she trembled under him. Her hole clenched tightly, desperately wishing she had orgasmed with him inside of her.

"Tastes so good, Baby. You forgive me yet?" As she looked down in between her legs at his face, she knew she couldn't wait any longer to have him in her again. His eyes were dazed, so drunk from devouring her pussy, and so in love with her. His nose, lips, cheeks, and chin were dripping with her juices. His lips were slightly swollen and pink, parted open as he gently gasped for air.

"No. Come lay down," He listened, laying flat on his back as she straddled him.

She kissed him roughly, desperate at the feeling of his hard member against her. Eating her out obviously turned Sunghoon on, and at this point he was so hard it hurt. So when she started grinding against his length teasingly, his hands flew to her hips to hold her still. But she was having none of it.

"I didn't say you could touch me. Move your hands," He did so albeit begrudgingly.

"Listen, Husband. You want me to forgive you, don't you?" She whispered seductively against his lips as she ground her cunt down into his dick.

"Yes," He whimpered.

"Then you're gonna be a good boy for me, and do everything I tell you to do. Aren't you?" Sunghoon could feel his tip leaking onto his abs.

"Y-yes, " The grin on her face was nothing short of wicked.

"Say it,"

"I'm gonna be a go-good boy for you," She rewarded him another kiss before she reached down, taking his dick into her hands and slowly sliding down onto him.

She grabbed his wrist in her small hands and brought them above his head, pinning him to the bed. She knew the power she was exerting was just an illusion, he was so much stronger than her, but he was so desperate for her forgiveness that he'd let her do whatever she wanted to him. As her pussy settled ontop of him, that evil glint in her eyes grew.

"You're gonna wait until I give you permission to cum. Understand?" He bit his lip, wishing so bad he could flip her over and fuck her until she cried.

"Yes, Love," That was all she needed to hear to begin her torture. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him in a way that made him feel sickly in love. And as sweet as her kiss was, the way she clenched her tight juicy cunt around him completely surprised him.

"Oh, fuck," He whispered against her lips. She tensed around him again, her hips beginning to gently rock into him. Again and again, teasing him until he was dizzy at the feeling of her walls sucking him.

She waited until his eyes squeezed closed before she went from gentle rocking to bouncing harshly in his lap. Her juices were raining down on his thighs, soaking him in her ecstasy. She rode up and down his length, hips grinding into his, as she hovered over him. After eating her through multiple orgasms, Sunghoon was so painfully hard that this was absolute torment. She could feel his dick repeatedly twitching within her, practically begging her to let him cum.

"Mmm I bet my pussy feels so good after eating me out for so long doesn't it? I bet you wanna cum inside of me so bad, Baby." He gritted his teeth so hard, jaw clenching tight.

"I can feel your head twitching inside of me. It feels so good. The way your dick curves to hit my g-spot so perfectly. Like we were made for each other. Gonna make me cum, Daddy," She moaned. She let go of one of his wrists, wrapping her hand around his throat.

"Touch me, Hoon? Rub my clit so I can cum on your cock,"

"What do good girls say?" He couldn't help himself.

"Please, Daddy?" His free hand squeezed between their bodies to touch her. As his thumb rubbed slow, hard figure eights onto her aching button, he tried not to think about how badly he needed to cum. Which was nearly impossible because she was riding him, and choking him, and her pussy was so wet, and fuck, this was the best and the worst punishment he had ever had to endure.

"Feels s-so... I...I can't," He stuttered. It only spurred her on. The thought of riding her husband until he was so fucked out and dumb he could barely form a sentence turned her on to no end. With that thought in mind she switched from riding him on her knees to her feet, tip toeing so she could ride him all the way to the tip. His abs contracted wildly as he tried to hold it back.

"Fucking me so good. Fucking me so good," He repeated. She was fucking him just how he liked, and he couldn't take it anymore as he watched her tits bounce with the force of her riding.

"Please let me cum, please? I'll never do this again, I promise. I can't fucking hold it anymore..." His entire body was trembling at this point. He looked down to watch her cunt swallow him up, her milky arousal leaking everywhere.

"I'm gonna fucking cum. You gonna be a good boy and cum with me, baby?"

"Yes, please," He begged breathlessly. "Gonna be your good boy and cum for you,"

His jaw dropped as he felt her walls suddenly clench tight around him as she orgasmed.

"Cummingggg. Cum with me," She whined. She crumbled in his lap, falling onto her knees as her hips bucked uncontrollably. He could feel her squirting all over his groin and abs, a loud squeal echoing in the room. Sunghoon took control, bucking his hips and fucking into her from below. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally reached his release with her permission. His vision blurred as the tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He choked out a pathetic sob of pleasure, as her pulsing cunt guzzled each spurt of his orgasm.

"Sunghoon. Breathe, baby. Breathe through it," He sucked in a huge breath, so engrossed in his orgasm that he hadn't even realized he was holding his breathe. The tip of his dick was throbbing, so sensitive it almost hurt as it spit his seed into her cervix. He held her tight against him as his dick spasmed and ached and gushed within her tight hole.

"Fuck...fuck....ugh...fuck," He muttered to himself. His body slumped weakly into the bed in the aftermath of his orgasm. He looked up at her, thoroughly satiated, as she ran her hands up and down from his chest to his abs. He gave a quiet moan, eyes resting shut as she massaged him, finally at peace.

"Do you think..... I would ever.... be interested in another man.... when I've got you fucking me like this?" She panted.

"No," He replied.

"Aren't I a good wife to you? Don't I make you feel loved, and respected, and cared for? Don't I tell you how you're my soulmate? My best friend? My forever?" She was ready to talk now that they had fucked their anger out.

"Yes. You do. I'm sorry for thinking you'd ever cheat on me. I know I should've just talked to you, but I was afraid if I brought it up you'd say you wanted us to separate or something."

"We're best friends, Hoonie. You can talk to me about anything. You know that. And I know I was acting kind of different, but I promise you it was only because I was afraid I'd spoil the surprise. I'm sorry I made you feel like there might have been something else going on. But you have to know, Love, you're it for me. You've ruined me completely. I'll never want any other man for the rest of my life. Only you." He pulled her into a kiss, unable to stop the wide grin spreading across his face.

"Damn, you're down bad for me, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Sunghoon," He laughed against her lips, his heart feeling lighter than it had been in weeks.

"I love you, Wife."

"I love you more, Husband. And just for the sake of getting everything off of our chests, is there anything else on your mind, my love?"

"Uh.... Actually yes. About those missing birth control pills...."

To be continued...

Preview: Dirty Dirty Girl || PSH, 18+

Summary: You were the police captain's daughter. He was the resident bad boy. It was like a match made in lustful heaven.

Pairings: badboy!Sunghoon × police captain's daughter!reader

Warnings: Smut minors DNI, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (not for you please), slight thigh riding, daddy kink, dumbification, breeding kink, degradation, cumming inside (I couldn't handle myself but definitely not for you), mention of pregnancy, mention of cigarettes, hoon and reader match each other's freaks like a lot.

Date of posting: 24th August, 2024 (subject to change)

Taglist: open! Leave a comment or send an ask to be tagged.

Sunghoon's fingers toyed with the belt loop of his ripped jeans as he sat in a lazy posture in the almost empty library. This author says 'almost empty', because of the strict librarian dressed up in what appeared to be a sweater from the 70's and one Jay Park with his girlfriend, sitting in the corner and giggling over some book.

Sunghoon scoffed as he glanced at them from time to time, taking a swig from his bottle of 'water' everytime Jay's girlfriend slapped his chest playfully. Though Sunghoon was externally sporting a disgusted face (complete with his iconic side eye), internally, he was waiting for his own girlfriend to show up.

It was a calm Friday evening, which usually meant that Sunghoon would be living up to his ice prince title by going to some or the other party on the other side of town. But since last week (or was it last month?), he had been confined to the torturous prison of being tutored by a classmate in order to improve his grades. His parents had imposed it upon him after what had been his fifteenth run in with the local police captain.

Fortunately though, the captain, someone who was exactly like Sunghoon's father but only more stricter, had let Sunghoon go, on the condition that he'd attend his tutoring lessons. If he didn't, it would be straight to juvie.

Though Sunghoon wasn't someone who payed attention to threats and whatnot, having grown used to it after his reputation of the 'bad boy' was sought after by other people, he payed careful attention to his threat. Specifically, he paid careful attention to his tutor.

You.

His beautiful, smart girlfriend of a year now.

Fortunately for him, you were the one assigned by your teachers to be his tutor—all of them thinking that your interest goodness might just rub off on him.

Unfortunately for him, you were also the police captain's beloved only child.

A Quiet Goodbye

tw:ANGSTTTTT, I love making people cry. it's my favorite hobby. enjoyyyy.

Imagine you and Sukuna were once best friends, long before his acting career took off and he became one of the most famous actors known for playing evil characters. He had other friends, plenty of them, but somehow he always managed to find his way back to you. It was a pattern—whenever he found a new girl, he would stop talking to you. You would pull away, not wanting to make the girls uncomfortable or give them the wrong idea. And each time, he would block you without a second thought.

You were always alone. You didn’t have many friends, and most people didn’t know much about you. But you had always loved him, harbored a quiet, aching crush that never seemed to go away. Once, you’d even gathered the courage to tell him, only for him to reject you outright, coldly saying he had never thought you were pretty or special in any way.

And then, one day, he introduced you to one of his friends, Naoya Zenin. At first, Naoya seemed nice, even charming, though he’d occasionally say things that made your stomach twist. You brushed it off, thinking he was just another one of those "red pill" guys—annoying but harmless. You went on two dates with him before things took a dark turn.

Without warning, his mood shifted. His anger flared over something you couldn't even understand, and he raised his hand against you. The hit came so fast, so hard, that for a moment you thought you might die. When you finally managed to escape, battered and broken, you went to Sukuna, desperate for some kind of support, some validation that what you went through was real.

But he looked at you, stunned. He couldn’t believe it—couldn't comprehend how someone could be so cruel, how anyone could leave you looking like this, with your skin bruised and spirit crushed.

That was when everything began to change between you and Sukuna. Suddenly, he started giving mixed signals, confusing hints that he might like you after all. You didn't see it—you couldn't. Not after he’d told you so bluntly that he would never be with someone like you, that you were ugly, unworthy of his affection.

But now, he was being… different. Kinder, gentler. He stopped talking to other girls, his focus shifting entirely to you. Yet you still couldn’t put two and two together until the day he confessed.

And so, the relationship began.

What Sukuna hadn’t told you was how much he actually valued your friendship. There had always been this inexplicable pull toward you, something he could never quite resist, even when he wanted to. His friends would often tease him for hanging out with you, mocking him for being seen with someone they deemed so ordinary. But he couldn’t help it—being near you brought him a strange sense of peace, a quiet he couldn’t find anywhere else.

He had never looked at you and thought, Yes, she’s beautiful, she’s hot. He’d never felt that kind of attraction to you, nothing like what he felt with other girls. But after seeing what Naoya had done to you—the bruises on your face, the purple marks on your neck—something in him broke. Guilt gnawed at his insides, sharp and unrelenting. It was his fault for introducing you to Naoya, knowing the kind of person he was, aware of his violent tendencies and twisted beliefs. He’d nearly killed Naoya that night in his fury, and yet, he felt no regret for what he’d done.

Seeing you like that, broken and bruised, Sukuna’s heart felt like it was in pieces. How could anyone hurt you like that? Why would they? His guilt, his confusion—they all merged into something he could hardly understand. And that’s when he thought, Maybe we should start dating. Maybe I can make it up to her somehow.

He didn’t mind putting on an act for you, pretending to be something he wasn’t, if it meant you’d be happy. Hell, he’d even marry you if it brought you some peace. His life would be calmer, more grounded, maybe even bearable. But love? No, he wasn’t sure if it was love—at least not the kind he was used to.

He did care for you, maybe even more than he wanted to admit. But it wasn’t the passionate, fiery love he’d experienced before. It was a tangled mess of guilt, pity, and confusion, something he couldn’t quite name or understand. And yet, here he was, telling himself that this was the right thing to do, that somehow he could make it work.

He didn't love you… or maybe he did. It just wasn’t the love he recognized, and in his mind, that meant it wasn't real love at all. But he was here, and you were here, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

The relationship lasted two months. In those two months, Sukuna managed to do the exact thing he had never wanted—to destroy the friendship that had somehow always managed to survive. It happened in the heat of a petty argument, one he had started out of jealousy, and before he knew it, he said the words he had sworn he’d never say.

He could almost hear your heart breaking in the silence that followed.

What he hated most about himself was that you just sat there and took it. He’d said something irreversible, something so damaging that it severed whatever fragile thread had been holding you two together. The cheap, promise ring he’d given you, a half-hearted attempt at making things feel real, suddenly seemed to mean more to you than your entire life did to him. You didn’t scream, you didn’t ask questions, you didn’t even breathe. You just… went quiet.

"I'm sorry, Sukuna. You will never see me again," you said, your voice calm, almost resigned. Those were the last words he heard from you. And true to your promise, he never saw or heard from you again.

So stupid of him, not to take any photos, not to have any memories. Nothing to look back on. Nothing at all. How could someone not even have a single picture of their own girlfriend?

He had nothing.

Until one day, years later, on this show. It was one of those lighthearted segments where they rummaged through celebrities' old phones or cameras, searching for funny or embarrassing moments from their past. It was supposed to be harmless fun—the worst they could find were pictures of his reckless teenage years, a drunken escapade or two.

But as they scrolled through the content, they stumbled upon a photo. His cocky, confident smile faltered instantly.

It was a picture of you and him, taken just when you two were dating. The photo was blurry, almost out of focus, and it looked like it had been taken in the winter. The angle was awkward, low—his little brother must have snapped it. Snowflakes clung to your hair, your cheeks flushed from the cold, and he could see himself standing close beside you, his arm draped around your shoulder. he was looking at you with this lovestruck look and he didn't even notice. The image screamed of nostalgia, of a time when things were simpler, before everything had fallen apart.

He felt his throat tighten, a sharp ache spreading through his chest. He was done with this show, done with the stupid games, done with all of it.

He just stared at the photograph, and it all came rushing back—the memories, the regrets, the questions that had haunted him for years. Why did he let that happen? Why did his feelings always have to be so complicated? He could feel himself unraveling, trying desperately to pull himself together as he fidgeted with the ring on his pinky—the cheap, matching promise ring. He still had it. The once bright color had faded, the metal tarnished and worn, but he had never taken it off.

“Can we skip this, if you don’t mind?” he asked, his voice calm but strained.

The host, sensing the shift in the air, nodded quickly. "Of course," they said, attempting to change the subject, to bring the mood back to something light and fun. But the damage was done. The audience sensed it too—a weight, a heaviness that hadn’t been there before.

After that, the clip went viral, plastered across every media outlet and social media platform. People watched and rewatched how his smile had vanished, how his demeanor had changed so suddenly. It sparked a frenzy of curiosity. Who was she? Who were you?

Rumors began to swirl. Speculation filled the tabloids and gossip columns, the internet buzzing with theories. Was it a lost love? A tragic breakup? Why had a simple photograph caused such a reaction from someone like him, someone known for his confidence and charm?

People began to dig.

They dug for the reason why a man who seemingly had it all felt so hollow. They looked for the woman who had left him feeling empty. They searched for the pieces of a story they didn’t even know was missing, hoping to find something—anything—that would explain why the man who had everything seemed to be missing the one thing he needed most.

The search grew relentless. Every day, new articles emerged, headlines screaming with intrigue: "Who is the Woman Behind Sukuna’s Silence?" and "The Mystery Girl That Broke the Unbreakable Heart."

Fans combed through his old interviews, scrutinizing every word, every expression, every hint of a hidden past. They poured over his social media, dissected every photo, every caption, looking for a clue—a name, a face, something that could connect the dots. The more they searched, the more the mystery deepened.

Some claimed to know you, throwing out names that didn't match. Others insisted you were just a figment of imagination, a constructed narrative to create drama. But those who had seen the clip, who had witnessed that fleeting moment of vulnerability, knew better. There was something real there—something raw and unspoken that lingered in his eyes.

Sukuna watched it all unfold from the sidelines, his irritation growing with every passing day. He’d wanted to move on, to bury the past in the deepest recesses of his mind, but now it was out there, and the world wouldn’t let it go.

His publicist and manager urged him to address it, to release a statement and quell the rumors. But what could he say? That he’d lost someone who meant more to him than he ever realized? That he’d driven you away with his own stubborn pride and fear? That he’d been living in the shadow of that mistake ever since?

And then, one day, there was a breakthrough.

A fan account managed to unearth an old college photo, a group shot with Sukuna laughing at the center, and there you were, standing quietly on the edge. It was grainy and low-quality, but it was enough. The caption beneath read: "Found her?"

Suddenly, everyone wanted to know your name, your story, why you had vanished from his life without a trace. The internet roared to life with theories and searches, names tossed around like confetti, your image dissected and magnified.

But despite the frenzy, there was nothing—no name, no background, no concrete information. Just those two blurry photos, and sad eyes.

True to your word, you had managed to remain a ghost, a presence without substance.

Then, one day, a sudden and stark revelation came to light. Your younger sister, who had been silent all these years, stepped forward with a written statement. The message was simple, direct, and deeply poignant:

“To whom it may concern,

The woman in the photos you have been searching for is my sister,Y/N. She passed away five years ago in a tragic accident—a drunk driver hit her car. Our family has chosen to grieve privately and respectfully, and we ask that you do the same. Please stop trying to find her. She is no longer here, and continuing to search will only add to the pain her loved ones have endured.

Thank you,

Y/S/N”

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no part two. suffer hehe. crying is the new cardio

See you again has this aura...

and before you ask: no, you don’t get to know what they’re about!! 🤭 but they are requests, so do whatever you want with that information ✨✨

PRADA SHOES + I LOVE YOUS TEASER

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader 

GENRE: smut, angst, crack, (some?) fluff, college!au, exes to lovers!au, enemies to lovers!au, socialite/richkid!au

SUMMARY: Life as a socialite wasn’t all champagnes and designer labels, especially not with the turn your reputation took due to a simple misunderstanding. Now, you were being painted by everyone as a big fat cheater who shattered her sweet boyfriend’s heart—a narrative that couldn’t be further from the truth. In reality, it was him who had betrayed your trust. Frustrated and feeling deeply wronged, you returned to society and the new school year after a summer of cutting off contact with everyone and the drama. But just when you thought you were ready to face the world again, you were blindsided by something unexpected: the lingering effect Heeseung had on you. And who could blame you? Heeseung was way too hot for you to get over in just three short months and now, seeing him with the girl he once told you not to worry about all over him? Oh, it was on. 

You refused to be replaced, labeled as a crazy ex, or forgotten. No, you were going to make Lee Heeseung realize that you were the best motherfucking thing to had ever happened to him. 

WC: 1.3K for teaser (i'm thinking 20k+ for the actual fic)

WARNINGS (FOR THE TEASER): profanity + mentions of infidelity

RELEASE DATE: Unknown but I am aiming for before summer ends

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone!! lt's been so long since I've posted one of these so I decided to give you a really long teaser and also cause this is going to be a long one to write so you'll have to be a little more patient! But I hope you guys enjoy this and is excited for this fic cause I love writing it! Everyone is so messy (and lowkey kinda terrible) but it'll be a fun one so pls look forward to it!! Lmk if you wanna be on the taglist ☺️

Heeseung was going to fucking kill Jake Sim. 

When he woke up this morning, you were the last thing on his mind, something he seemed to have finally freed himself from. However, all the hard work he put into casting you away from his mind seemed to have been in vain, as now all he could think about was you and how you had returned after three months of radio silence with the guy you cheated on him with.

Livid didn’t even cover what he was feeling, and it was evident in the way he swung his club. Each hit seemed to be driven by a surge of pent-up frustration.

“What the hell, man? That’s the third time today you’ve been way off course. What’s going on?” Jay shot him an incredulous look as he tried to locate where the golf ball had landed.

Heeseung let out a frustrated groan as he ripped off his glove and shoved his driver back into his bag. “Y/N’s fucking back.”

That was all Jay needed to hear to understand what was going on with his friend. "Shit, I saw. I’m sorry dude, it’s fucked up."

Heeseung was in no mindset to be playing golf right now. All he wanted was to go back home and wallow miserably in his bed. Unfortunately, they were only on hole ten of eighteen, and judging by his performance today, Heeseung knew it was going to take awhile.

"Did you know?" Heeseung couldn't help but blurt out, his frustration evident in his voice as he watched Jay effortlessly swing a shot miles better than his own.

Confusion flickered across Jay's face as he turned to face his friend. "What do you mean?"

“Did you know that she was coming back with Jake?” Heeseung felt his jaw tense as he mentioned his ex-friend.

“I didn’t even know he was with her until today. Honestly, I thought he’d just fucked off somewhere and didn’t bother telling any of us, considering how things went down. You know me, I would’ve told you straight up if I had found out earlier.” Heeseung trusted Jay implicitly. He was as loyal as they came, but unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for everyone in their friend group.

"Do you think Sunghoon knew?" Heeseung's question elicited an audible groan from Jay.

If anyone in their friend group knew how Jake spent his summer, it would undoubtedly be Sunghoon. However, Sunghoon was notoriously tight-lipped, especially when it came to sensitive matters. Since the breakup, the entire friend group had undergone an incredibly awkward shift. It seemed that everyone had more or less chosen a side, and allegiances were clear.

"You know he wouldn't tell us anything if he did. It's getting ridiculous. The other day, I saw Gaeul and him having brunch or something at the clubhouse, and the moment she spotted me, she practically sprinted over to explain herself. She claimed she's still 'Switzerland' in the whole situation and hasn't chosen a side," Jay recounted, frustration evident in his voice. 

Heeseung almost snorted at the absurdity of it all. Their friend group had never been one to keep secrets or tiptoe around each other, but the last few months had been nothing but that. The betrayal by you and Jake had not only affected Heeseung's relationship with you but had also tainted the dynamic of their entire friend group.

“Literally, what is there to be ‘Switzerland’ about? I mean, this whole thing isn’t even complicated. Everyone saw them go into the bathroom together and come out literally holding hands. Trust me, I know what she looks like after giving head, and that's literally what she looked like in that video Beomgyu sent. Plus, Karina literally heard them.” Heeseung angrily got into the golf cart as Jay fished the keys out to start driving.

“Okay, well, no offense, but in all honesty, Karina’s probably not the most reliable source, cause she’s in an extremely biased position, but I guess that’s beside the point.” Jay’s words seemed to instantly bring a frown upon Heeseung’s face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Heeseung’s tone sharply switched up in an almost defensive manner.

Jay, feeling this shift, nervously cleared his throat as he stammered, trying his best not to offend his already sensitive friend regarding an even more fragile situation. “I mean, uh, well. You know…”

“What?” The grip he had on the seat of the golf cart seemed to get tighter as he waited for his friend to elaborate.

“Dude, you can't be serious? You know Karina’s been trying to ride your dick for the past, what, give or take ten years? I mean, we all know that she’s never had a good relationship with Y/N, and I’m pretty sure most of that resentment stemmed from the fact that you’ve always been head over heels for Y/N.” Jay slowly parked the cart and turned off the engine as he explained.

Still not understanding Jay’s point, Heeseung furrowed his brows, shooting his friend another annoyed look before getting out of the golf cart. “What are you trying to get at?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re dense. I mean, the last couple of months before Y/N cheated on you was the closest you seemed to have gotten with Karina because of that final project that you guys had or whatever. I mean, you were with her more times than you were with your own girlfriend, and knowing Karina, she seems like she could be delusional enough to have maybe taken that as a sign that you were interested in her? I mean, this is all speculation, but I’m just letting you know what we all saw.”

Jay cautiously treaded this topic. Heeseung was his best friend since they were babies, and he would always be on his side, but Karina was never anyone’s favorite with her extremely polarizing personality. He had no allegiance towards her, not to mention that she wasn’t actually even in their friend group and always only ever found lingering around wherever Heeseung was, so it was much easier for Jay to actually see through her. In fact, it seemed that all of their friends could pretty much catch on to Karina’s end goal except Heeseung.

“So you think it’s my fault that Y/N cheated on me?” The air got tense as Heeseung snapped at Jay while snatching his 7-iron out of the bag. “Just because I spent some time doing a stupid fucking school project with Karina doesn’t mean it gives her reason to go and suck off one of my best friends.”

Jay shook his head even before Heeseung was done with his sentence. Heeseung seemed to not be getting the point. “Fuck no, dude, that’s not what I’m saying. Karina has an incentive: you. If she gets rid of Y/N, then it means you’re up for grabs. Of course, Karina didn’t force Y/N to get on her knees for Sim, but she was the first one to come running, telling us what happened even before Beomgyu sent that video.” Heeseung was trying hard to focus on trying to get his ball on the green as he geared up to swing while listening to Jay.

“So you don’t think she should’ve warned me of what she heard?” He swung precisely, but it seemed that this whole course, to be precise, wasn’t going easy on him. He’d be lucky to get even a double bogey on the par-4.

Jay slightly grimaced at Heeseung’s shot. “No, it’s not that,” he let out a sigh as he walked over to Heeseung. “Look, you’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I know the past few months have been fucking hard because of what Y/N put you through, and I just want you to be careful. Karina’s always been kind of a conniving, spoiled bitch who finds a way to get what she wants. Just because she’s been warming your bed every night since Y/N fell off the fucking Earth doesn’t mean she should be someone you start trusting.”

There was nothing he could say back to his friend’s words and it seemed that what Jay had said clung on deep to Heeseung's thoughts throughout the day, casting a lingering shadow and leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mind.

FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ( MASTERLIST ) ┊ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE

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hogwarts au ┊ wizards!enhypen x witch!reader

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SUMMARY ┊ your life at hogwarts couldn’t be more perfect; you’ve got high grades, an envied social life and everyone’s eyes are always on you. a good reputation is what matters in this school, and you certainly have it. so nothing will happen to you if you end up fucking the hottest guys of each house - right?

WARNINGS ┊ better listed in each chapter. but of course heavy, heavy SMUT. and the main character is anything but a sweet girl. also, enha represent their houses in a stereotypical way sooo beware of a very proud heeseung and a very mean jay. but keep an eye on a very nerdy sunghoon and a very innocent (or not?) jake too ;)

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001. PARK SUNGHOON ┊ “THAT’S THE HELP YOU NEEDED, HUH?”

when your best friend sunoo challenges you with a bet, you already know that refusing is not an option. although he’s confident that you’re never going to win. not when the bet – and its prize – revolves around none other than the studious prefect of ravenclaw – park sunghoon.

but all you need is a study session, breaking some rule and you know you’ll get his undivided attention.

CHAPTER COMING SOON…

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002. SIM JAKE ┊ “THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU EXPECTED, RIGHT?”

rumors at hogwarts run fast, most of them revolving about the most popular boys. however, your mind seems to be stuck on one particular rumor you’ve once heard in the girls bathroom (and you took it as an universal truth). “jake sim, the hufflepuff boy. you know him right? sweet, angel face? well, he fucks like an animal” you heard a girl saying.

and now more than ever you want to test that theory. just like any potion needs its recipe, like any spell needs its practise, you have to know if jake sim is all you need to feel good.

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003. LEE HEESEUNG ┊ “ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME?”

if anyone was more popular than you at hogwarts, that person had to be lee heeseung – the young quidditch prodigy who has every girl at his feet and every boy following him like his puppies.

and it doesn’t help that he’s so full of himself – a true gryffindor. especially since he’s so sure that he will win you over, no matter what. and you’re not blind, you can see how attractive he is. and perhaps you should feel honoured that he wants no one but you.

but should you give up so easily? or maybe play with him your own way?

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004. PARK JAY ┊ “YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?”

jay park has to be the most irritating person you’ve ever met in your entire life. he seems to have a personal mission to make your life a living hell - as if being your rival in… well, everything, isn’t enough!

he’s top of his classes, the most promising wizard of your year and a heartthrob who’s only aim in life is to be better than you. maybe that’s part of his nature - being a pureblood slytherin surely shaped him to be a certain way.

or maybe it’s just you. you, the constant thought in his head, the cause of his frustrations and of his relentless lust you awaken in him whenever you challenge him.

maybe you should just… find a solution for your pent up feelings.

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ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ'ꜱ ʜʏᴍɴ

when a girl's fate relies on magical stones placed around the world.

CHAPTERS 1-5

CHAPTERS 6-10

CHAPTER 11-15

[unfinished]