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creep (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. friends older brother AU, explicit smutty smut smut, one shot

warnings. profanity, y/n caught peeping, dom heeseung- he gets mean, masturbation, oral, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 5000

a/n. 1000 followers, thank you🥹 accept my excuse to write filth🤍

“aren’t we too old to play this game?”

“ahh don’t act so pretentious, you’re just mad that it’s your turn.” your friend replies in a snarky tone, dangling an accusing finger in your face.

“fine, whatever.” you mutter, feeling the pressure of judgemental stares burning across your face. “dare.”

an orchestra of girlish ‘oooooo’ sounds burst around you, a telltale sign of immaturity.

“scandalous.” one of your friends says, filing her nails into perfect oval shapes. “I have the perfect dare for you.”

she shares a knowing look around the circle you all sit in. tapping her chin with the crystal nail board file in her hand deviously. “sneak into Heeseung’s room and bring back a pair of boxers.. blue ones!”

“what?!”

she smirks, shrugging and directing her chin toward the stairs leading up to the bedroom in question. “you chose dare.”

“don’t stress too much about it.” your friend whispers low enough for the group behind you to not pick up on. leading you up the stairs, she fathoms up an excuse that you may get lost and end up in her parents bedroom instead of her older brother’s. “Heeseung went out a while ago with Jay, he shouldn’t be back until later.”

“I know where his room is..” 

“you looked worried,” she stops at the top of the stairs with you, clutching onto your forearm. “don’t let them get to you, I really don’t care that you have a crush on my brother.”

“I d-don’t” you start to splutter, grateful that the hallway light is turned off, masking the heat rising up your cheeks with shadows. 

“seriously, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” she pats your shoulder, directing a thumb back down the stairs. “try not to get lost!”

“I don’t even like Heeseung like that..” you mumble to yourself, calmly striding toward his bedroom door. “what did she even mean…used to what?!”

the door before you draws a cringeful expression across your features, adorned with a thin metal plaque that says ‘BEWARE OF DOG’ in bright orange letters against a black background. “god, whose yard did he steal this from?”

“what a dork..” it’s mostly to keep yourself level headed, unable to fight the tremble ripping down to the tips of your fingers as you graze the bedroom’s door handle. “he’s not home.”

taking a deep breath, you nod to reassure yourself, you really have nothing to worry about. 

unless you get caught, of course.

Heeseung’s room is— as you should have expected, a disaster. unmade bed, crooked posters strewn all over four walls, some half peeled off. chains and jeans pile up on the floor surrounded by clunky skater sneakers and two boards.

his musk wafts through the air, tickling a pathway up your nostrils; stirring memories, memories you tried to forget.

memories of Heeseung coming home dripping in sweat, chugging down water with a heated gaze shadowed by the fan his eyelashes create where he stood. sip after sip without breaking a trance-like stare, slicing through your soul to expose secrets you try to keep to yourself.

secrets you aren’t even willing to share with your closest friends— Heeseung’s sister sat across from you giggling over her current boy of the week; too caught up in flirtatious banter to notice your discomfort. sweat itched at your nape, resorting to your anxious habit of picking at your nails to contain your nerves. 

Heeseung noticed though, thoroughly enjoying how your leg began to bounce the longer he took to finish off the glass of water forming condensation in his grip. foggy moisture seeped down his wrist, trickles streamed down his throat. all of it grabbing your attention as you pretended to stretch and flitter a glance around the room.

even as he tapped off the glass and dried off his pout with the back of his hand, he continued to burn holes into your side. adding more taunt where he stood, displaying an act of contemplation by tapping his chin thoughtfully. 

“hmmm” he murmured, shifting from foot to foot to aid his next decision. snapping his thumb and index finger, the light bulb turned on in his mind igniting flames throughout his iris; glinting bright and lively even as his eyelids lowered, fitting you with a lazy look.

“ah, there it is.” Heeseung said- to himself, despite your less than discrete stare. he smirked, toying with you by never breaking eye contact as he moved closer in slow motion. beads of sweat lined his forehead, pouring down faster with each step he took.

“excuse me.” he said flatly, averting his attention to the area just behind you. bending forward, the top of his shirt grazed your nose, instantly smacked with the scent of lingering body wash. hints of woodsy undertones masked by a fresh aroma of dark berries; tickling up high enough to reach your brain. 

Heeseung huffed, dipping in closer until your lips pressed to his shoulder, involuntarily puckering against the damp white cotton t-shirt clinging to his warm skin; leaving residue of your natural tone pink lip gloss to stain the heavily bleached material.

“thought I had lost this.” he grinned, passing a cartoon keychain between his fingers. 

“uh..” biting down on the sides of your tongue, you sank deeper into your seat. stuck on a dollop of sweat bubbled at the tip of Heeseung’s nose, hanging precariously, begging to be licked away.

he blinked, slowly returning to your gaze, tilting to the side just enough for the bead of sweat to drop; drop and land upon your upper lip, hot enough to expel steam and cause your mouth to tremble.

“I’ll be going to my room now.” with that, Heeseung spun on his foot, strutting out of the kitchen, out of your line of sight.

that memory painted the depths of your mind, screaming and cursing to yourself as you drove home.

“what did he even mean! going to his room?!? was I supposed to follow him?!?” 

and now, standing in Heeseung’s bedroom, dragging your fingers across his unkempt bedding, you ask yourself again-

“what did he mean!” you sigh, plopping onto his bed. engulfed by pillows coated in his scent. a scent that’s lodged itself deep within your sense, so much so that you recognize the moment Heeseung steps foot into the room now.

“who cares anyway.” you grunt, ignoring the ‘I care’ your subconscious responds with.

blue boxers, that’s what you’re here for. not to reminisce a failed crush that would never lead to more than mysterious glances and one sided lust.

the problem is, Heeseung has lines upon lines of drawers. most you find filled with mangas and porn, buried beneath old textbooks and skateboard magazines. growing more frustrated with yourself as you keep pausing to look through each item and lose track of time.

“don’t worry about it, feel better dude.”

Heeseung’s rich voice reaches your ears, followed by heavy footsteps ascending down the hallway. 

“fuck! shit fuckfuck!!” you curse, scanning the bedroom with quick lightning speed. the best option 5 feet away-- to hide inside of Heeseung’s closet.

holding your breath, you gingerly step inside, careful to shut the door just enough to not make a sound as Heeseung’s bedroom door closes behind him noisily.

he trudges in listlessly, turning his head side to side with a bored look. stopping abruptly as something near the closet catches his eye, a white t-shirt..

seemingly pleased, Heeseung picks up the garment between two fingers, striding over to his bed. he sighs, smirking and turning the shirt in his hold, stopping to admire a part of it. 

the part still carrying your lip stain from months ago. never once washed after that day, Heeseung found it cute at first. cute until he remembered the way your thighs clenched together, the shortness of your breath, and each nervous look you snuck toward him.

“cute..” he says to himself, pushing back to settle against the wall. Heeseung’s lips protrude in thought, setting the shirt next to himself to unzip his jeans.

shit. shit shit shit. 

you should look away, you shouldn’t continue to watch him shimmying out of his boxers through a small crack with your forehead perched on the doorframe. 

blue boxers rest on the middle of his thighs, shoving up his shirt enough for his throbbing length to breathe freely. you have to bite down on your lip, grab at the wall, whatever you can find surrounding you to stay stable. 

Heeseung licks a trail of spit up his palm, hissing and wrapping a fist around the base of his length as his other hand lowers, smoothing and rubbing the tip of his cock. pre-cum smears, mixing in with saliva, pushed lower to circle and tug around himself.

the worst and best part are really his reactions to each motion. a tight furrow between his eyebrows, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and speckles of pink rising from his throat to the apple of his cheeks.

his throat, on full display, huffing out short breathy moans as he builds a speed around himself. his hips lift every now and then, rolling up to fuck into his palm with more urgency. tossing his head side to side when he squeezes at the base torturously.

he’s toying with himself, serving just enough pleasure to make it feel good and fill his balls. enough to fool himself once again with the idea of getting off, only to halt and grunt, work himself to a painful orgasm the longer he resists. 

heat tickles throughout his belly, lowering to ride down to the tip of his shaft. glistening with a thin sheen of spit and pre-cum aiding to each glide under his pumping fist. 

he’s drawing up, hips rutting side to side in search of something to bury himself in. eyeing the shirt next to him, he squeaks, breathlessly moaning your name. rutting up faster with his knees bent, shoving his socked cover toes deeper into the bed.

“fuck..” you near cry, buckling at your knees; weakened and exhausted from only watching, itching through your palms like a dog in heat to be the one stroking his length. 

“fuck, I’m such a creep for this..” rubbing your thighs together like matches, you stumble back, gasping and knocking into a row of hung clothes. metal clatters, and the airy sound of wads of clothing smacking onto the floor circle around you. all of that coming to a stop as the closet door rips open.

“what the fuck?!”

Heeseung’s shadow looms over you, tucked back into his blue boxers, secured under his jeans. frazzled and infuriated where he stands with his eyes nearly bulged out. 

“I— oh crap..” you stutter, holding your hands up defenselessly. “I can explain!”

“you’ve been in here this entire time?!?” he exclaims, pupils blown. pushing away and shaking his head as he rips at tufts of hair. “WERE YOU WATCHING ME?”

“Heeseung! no no! really, listen!!” you crawl, stumbling on weak ankles to scamper after him. “it was just a dare!”

“a dare to hide in my closet?!” he’s pissed, hissing shouts between gritted teeth. 

“no! I..I—I..” 

crossing his arms, he stands intimidating above you appearing disgusted by your stuttering, fixing you with a piercing glare. “what did you see, huh?”

“n-nothing..” you lie, you never were good at lying though..

he scoffs, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth. nodding and rolling his neck around. “you have to show me whatever you saw.”

“huh?” 

“don’t play dumb.” Heeseung scolds you with a condescending tone. “you hid in my closet and watched me jerk off. you know what that makes you?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t watch!” you scramble to deny, clutching onto his thighs to pull yourself up. he sets his hand on your shoulder, shifting to leverage his weight there.

“you did, just like a no good creep.” reading shame written across your face, he leers, dipping his thumb into your clavicle until you squirm. “unless you want me to let my sister know what a filthy little pervert her friend is, you better do as I say.”

“Hee, please..don’t be like this!” you plead, grimacing from his fingers sinking into your shoulder. “what do you want me to do!”

“what? you’re the only one who gets to have a free show?” Heeseung smirks, aiming his chin to direct you toward his bed. “show me exactly what you saw. don’t make me repeat myself again.”

his menacing low tone makes your spine shrivel, silently nodding as you clamber onto his bed. eyeing the t-shirt still laid on his pillow, Heeseung follows your line of sight, mumbling a curse under his breath.

“I knew you were lying.” climbing on with you, he moves closer using his knees. nodding for you to sit against the wall just as he had. “your trembling thighs gave you away anyway.”

“I didn’t…see everything.” you did, but something about building onto your lie added thrill to your current predicament. 

when Heeseung said he’d be going to his room in a suggestive manner, you stayed put. rooted to your seat as your mind whirled with scenarios that could unfold if you followed after him. scenarios you’d continue to create for months, daydreaming of landing yourself in this position. sprawled on his bed, filled with fear, excitement, exploding nerves, heat and desire.

“oh yeah?” he mocks, grinning, smoothing his palms up your bare calves to your knees. “like what you saw? like what you heard?”

he knows you heard him moaning your name, pummeling his fist imagining you convulsing around him. begging and bursting into tears; urging him to slow down, and fuck you harder at the same time.

pushing against your knees, he doesn’t give you much time to respond. pinching up your inner thighs until he can tease at the lining of your pajama shorts. “Hello Kitty pjs..”

biting back a smile, he motions for you to hurry up, tapping his wrist to say you’re wasting his time. “exactly how I did it.”

“oka-okay..” in a quick action, you’re shimmying out of your pjs and panties. the man before you freezing, expecting more of a fight. a shy look and squished together thighs licks arousal through his gut, painfully aching as you duck your chin to hide the embarrassment staining your cheeks.

Heeseung never managed to finish getting off with you interrupting his alone time. he’s hard as a rock, trapped against his abdomen throbbing pitifully. tense and rageful, more frustrated by your much too slow movements.

“is that what I did?” he questions with no confusion, continuing to speak in a stern manner. Heeseung jerks his head, jaw tight to keep up a strong image. “come on, what are you waiting for.”

slowly, you stretch open, hitting him with the visual of your naked wet core. the bedding beneath you turns darker, pooled with wetness trickling down past your rim. 

Heeseung has to swallow, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down to quill his dry throat. he gestures for you to continue on, hypnotized by your fingers inching closer and closer to your mound. 

he’s struck, in awe watching your pussy folds part open. fat clit ready to be abused, riper than fresh fruit, dripping with sweet honey. his fist slams into the bed, nodding with urgency. “touch yourself, do it like I did.”

you listen, biting on your lip with your skin gathering between your brows. frustrated beyond belief to only just now get to touch yourself. ragged breaths leave your lips faster, trembling against your vocal chords with whimpered moans.

“god..” Heeseung’s neck drops, licking away the drool that’s dribbling out past the seam of his lips. heart shattering as he watches you circle your entrance, tapping and prodding two finger tips in just to feel your pulse speed up. “fuck..”

growing confidence and losing yourself to the pleasure, you arch, completely giving him the full view of your cunt. stroking side to side at your clit until a loud embarrassing moan flies free from your lips. Heeseung’s distraught hungry demeanor encourages your fingers to work faster. obscene wet splash-like sounds boom around you. throwing your head back, you hit one of his pillows, greeted by the scent that led you to this moment once again.

“I’m..close..” you announce, bitterly, not wanting this to end. pushed faster to the tip of your climax by the image before you of your biggest desire falling apart, drooling with his jaw hung. cock twitching under his shirt, begging to fuck you with a wanton gaze.

a muffled growl passes through his throat, hunched forward in a trance watching your hole spurt another glob of wetness out. opening and closing deliciously, rolling tremors up his thighs with each contraction shown off. “your little holes begging for me.” 

another twitch of your hips confirms how much you want him. writhing close enough for the scent of your wetness to infiltrate his senses, Heeseung topples over. face hovering right above your cunt like a man starved, finally finding a meal after months of voyage. 

“Heeseung..touch me” you shift, unveiling how much dampness has gathered under your ass. pouring wet like a fountain, squeezing at nothing but air.

“say please,” he smirks, grinding the backs of his teeth together to keep his tough shell intact. just as desperate and if not more needy with impatience to fuck you, fill you to the brim with his cock.

“please please! can’t wait anymore!” you sound even prettier begging, watery with tears threatening the rims of your eyes. reaching grabby hands for him to come closer, to give you what you want.

“pretty pretty pretty please,” licking his lips, he cages in on your face. the tip of his tongue traces across your plump upper lip. 

“pleasepleaseplease! pretty please!”

Heeseung sits back, smacking your hand away from your core. licking between his fingers before taking over your position. he rubs circles just as you had, better even. firmer, rougher and more commanding. forearm flexing, lined with angry veins from his meaty hand to the crook of his elbow. 

“such a dirty girl, always staring at me. even sneaking into my room to watch me.” he teases, sliding up and down between your folds. “is that how badly you want me? no decency to even ask, creep around instead hoping to get caught.”

it’s humiliating how much you wither and grind against his palm. babbling on about how you aren’t a creep, you’re not a dirty girl; earning smack after smack on your pussy with each denial.

“you’re so tight..” Heeseung glides the tips of two fingers inside, much like you had. “wanna feel you struggle to stretch around me. is that what you want?”

the more questions he asks feel more and more like a jeer, poking fun of you to your face in your weakest moment. left with no choice but to admit the truth if you want to get off. “wa-wanna feel you, feel you f-fuck me.”

Heeseung’s mouth goes numb, unable to control the amount of saliva coating his tongue. wanting to maul your cunt and feel your thighs clamp around him, strangle him until he can’t breathe properly.

“gonna fuck you, punish you being a bad girl.” he goes on patronizing you, using the act to set aside how badly he needs to feel you. fighting back from violently licking strips up your pretty cunt until you scream for him.

Heeseung’s parting open your thighs again, pushing at the backs of your knees until you hitch up enough. ass raised off his bed letting out mournful little whimpers, huffing his name out in broken parts.

“seung..” you can’t stop whining, embarrassed by how he admires your hole, lifting your lower half enough for you to watch as well. becoming obsessed with the flutter and push, his face dips in closer; the tip of his nose gliding in a circle around your clit. meticulously moving lower and lower until his lips pucker at your entrance.

“fuck..” Heeseung groans, breathing in your heady scent. kissing and pulling back to watch your hole spasm, empty, calling for him to use over and over again.

he can’t wait anymore, unhinging his jaw as he leans in, licking a fat stripe from your delicate hole to your clit; sucking a way up your glossy seam with a long drag of his tongue. Heeseung swirls around your clit expertly, pleased by your hands burying into his hair. clutching and pulling waves of pleasure down to his cock. he ruts against the bed, firmly gripping onto your hips for control.

slammed back down, he works with your circling hips, grunting with each pass on your stiff clit. using extra force to stop your incessant movements and hips from slipping free, he locks around your bundle of nerves. suckling and paying extra attention to your moans amplified with each pointed stroke of his tongue along the sides.

bucking up, you set a grind against his hot mouth. crying out and ripping bunches of his hair to a painful point, evident by the way Heeseung’s eyes clench shut, swallowing down hissed moans.

“fuck! oh fuck Hee—“ breaking off into a repeated round of pleads, his mouth lowers, pushing past your tightened entrance to curl his tongue deep inside of you. nose shoved against your clit wiggling side to side with his tongue lodged as far as his jaw will allow. “I-I can’t!”

you buckle, slapping your thighs together against his hold only to be pushed up higher to accommodate his mouth. relentlessly he buries his tongue in, stealing an orgasm out of you faster than you can process. mind hazy and sensitive as you attempt to move away from his lips wrapped around your clit.

“n-no more..can’t, no m-ore.” your protest falls on deaf ears, ignoring you as he litters kisses over your mound. Heeseung sits up, slapping the sides of your thighs. the tip of his nose obscenely wet, dripping from the tip with your arousal.

“oh you can’t?” he pouts, large glossy eyes innocent as he blinks slowly. “you can’t?? after hiding in my closet and begging me to fuck you?? you can’t?”

“Heeseung..” you whimper brokenly, too exhausted to mutter anything more.

“aww” he chides, kissing the backs of his teeth. “Heeseunnggggg.”

he laughs arrogantly between lapping his upper lip clean, cupping your center to dig the heel of his palm against your clit and watch you cry harder. 

“Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung,” he repeats, mimicking your strained tone. a playful smirk lifts one corner of his mouth, leisurely toying with your heat. “say you can’t anymore, but your pussy won’t stop rubbing against me. a creep, and a liar?”

“no..not..” your teeth chatter, embarrassed that you can’t even give him a proper reply. incoherence taking over your sense, the only thought filling your head to get fucked.

Heeseung’s smirk grows at that, rolling two fingers down, he circles your entrance, smearing the release between his digits. “I can fuck you deeper than your useless little fingers, that’s what you want, right? want me to make you cum, fucked full of my cock. bet you thought about it, watching me jerk off.. wishing it was you.”

“I—I…n-no..” you try to say, breaking off as Heeseung licks his palm clean. twisting the bottom of his t-shirt off, he throws it aside. the tip of his cock rages against his stomach trapped in his waistband, red and swollen. “oh fuck.”

“what was that now?” he sneers, wiggling a finger for you to sit up. “come here.”

obediently you lift without hesitation, coughing to mask your embarrassment. Heeseung fakes a pout, capturing your cheeks with one hand. the pads of his fingers sink into the hollows, forcing your mouth to jut out as he continues to jeer. “what would my sister say if she found out you were in here? drooling, covered in snot and tears, pussy making a fucking mess on my bed.”

“please, d-don’t tell her..” you pant as he brushes against your lips, sucking your wheezed breath away. 

“you gonna be a good girl and listen to me now?” he nods your head for you, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. neediness and lust paints your mouth, swallowed and sucked around. a rushed heated kiss loosening your head to hang limblessly from your neck, passing thirsty moans between the swipes of his lips.

“please,” you pant, swallowing dryly. “please, wanna be so good for you. wanna be the best for you.”

“I know, my cute good girl..” he coo’s, slapping your hip until you flip around onto your knees. Heeseung whips a hand across your ass, hard, stinging in the aftermath. “yeah, just like that. show me how pretty that pussy looks from the back.”

despite your fingers wrinkling his bedding, and your waist trembling from another slap to your bottom, you nod. arching forward pushing your ass out further, curving your hips wider to space out an area between your legs for him.

Heeseung audibly swallows behind you, the click and clack of his belt and zipper chills up your spine. face dropping lower to catch a glimpse of his naked flexed thighs. his fist pumping up and down, spreading excess amounts of pre-cum to coat his length.

shifting closer, he drags his dick through your glistening folds. cursing and grunting behind you about how it feels so good, feels so right. “so fucking wet, dripping down to your knees.”

choking out a cough, you duck, burying the side of your face in his bed to hide your shame. he’s right, lewd drops of wetness stream down your inner thighs. disgustingly aroused, your hole pulses, kissing at his tip eagerly with each pass. 

“what was that again? you can’t, right?” he laughs, going stir crazy from each ripple your ass gives upon making contact with his hips. 

“please, I’m g-good…good gi—“ you whimper again, cut off by Heeseung’s hips ramming forward. burying inside of you for the first time, deep and stretched full. better than any stretch you’ve experienced. 

he fucks vigorously, clapping against the backs of your thighs and ass. jerking your knees to move forward until you’re gripping for dear life onto the edge of his bed, muffling drawn out screams by biting at his blanket. “fuckfuck!”

Heeseung only fucks you deeper, gaining power as you lose yours, burying his dick into you over and over. he can’t tell what’s better, watching your ass bounce sinking up and down on his wet length, or your adorable whimpers, stammering his name out like a broken record.

“so good, best pussy I’ve ever had.” he grits out while moaning, leaning over your back to grab a fistful of your hair and tug your dipped in back against his chest. he bites at your jaw, focusing on your eyes rolling around as he fucks you. “this what you wanted, huh?”

Heeseung shakes your head, pulling roughly on your scalp with a merciless grip. “needed, always w-wanted you.”

“fuck!” letting go of your hair, he circles your waist. thighs burning as he fucks into you with more force, throttling up hard enough to bruise your ass. “been wanting this, wanted to fuck you for so long. always staring at me like such an innocent slut, making me picture you while I cum all over my fist, is that right?”

you give him no more than breathless pants, eyebrows furrowed together as he hits deeper and deeper inside of you. the repetitive motion reaching past your sanity, split open on his length over and over again. he’s too deep, throbbing fiercely, pushing your walls to the limit. his balls smack against you obscenely, exuding lewd sounds between your bodies; disgusting and brain numbing.

“wanna feel you squeeze around me, milk my cock dry.” he puffs hotly, nibbling on your earlobe. fingers spider their way to your clit adding more anticipation and curling arousal licking through your gut. he taps on your bundle of nerves, pressing down in a torturous mean way. 

“Hee!” you jolt, ass clapping back against his hips and stomach much too noisily. gurgling moans between your wailed cries, he grunts, slapping his free hand over your mouth.

“shh, you want everyone to hear?” more determined to make you cum, Heeseung rolls your clit between two fingers. working his hips with renewed vigor to thrust into you harder and faster. each slide of his cock fills your insides, shaping your cunt to fit his size and ruin you for anyone else. “so fucking cute taking my cock, crying and still begging for more like a good girl should.”

even with your mouth covered, his bed creaks and squeaks loudly. muffled ‘yesyesyesyesyes!’ spew out all over his palm, tapping your clit just right following each tightened clamp around his size. Heeseung grunts, licking up your cheek and hissing as you squeeze around him screaming under his hand.

“so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with hard powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth against your forehead. hips stilling and twitching behind you. his eyelashes flutter, letting out a guttural whimper by your hairline. “there you fucking go, giving me all of that pussy.”

Heeseung has to sigh, months of wet dreams and watching his cum spill down the shower drain could never compare to this. not as he lets you drop forward, limp on his bed, fingers twitching where they land. 

slowly he draws out, groaning and rubbing his face with a rough touch. stuck on how your juices continue to pour free, coating his length with release he gave you. realease sticking his balls to his inner thighs, filthy, and so fucking cute.

he tugs at himself, once, twice, spurting out warm white ropes on your lower back. noisy even with his lips pursed together as he smears it with the tip of his cock, pushing down for cum to dry between your ass.

kissing up your back, he bites at your shoulder, pressing his stomach on the mess only to make you squirm, disgusted.

sprawled under his weight, you blink slowly, coming back to life and reaching for a pair of discarded blue boxers half hanging off the side. clutching them in your fist to take back with you after getting cleaned up. 

choosing dare turned out to be the best decision.

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✨OneShot 1. Double Shot (SunSun)

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🍼The Babysitter Series 1. The Babysitter pt. 1, pt. 2

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✨OneShots/Drabbles 1. Breakfast w/Enhypen | 2. Public Sex w/Enhypen (Hyung Line) | 3. Enhypen x Love Tropes | 4. Enhypen x Kinks (Legal Line) | 5. Christmas Fun W/ Enhypen

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1. A Date With Death full ~ Heeseung ff 2. The Babysitter pt. 3 ~ Niki ff 3. Fuck Me Like A Slut ~ Sunghoon ff

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Mine

pairings; bodyguard!beomgyu x fem!reader

warnings; Rough sex, doggy, riding, condom use, jealous beomgyu, sir kink, dom!gyu, sub!reader, slight nipple play, fingering, masturbation(F), wet dreams, mutual pining, car sex.

A/N; i loved writing this omg, and btw L/n means your last name just in case you didn’t know!!

i am not responsible for the media you consume but pls do not read if you’re a minor 💗

“I’m a big girl, I don’t need a babysitter”

You can’t believe this, just because your father is unbelievably wealthy suddenly means you need to be babysat like a child. All because of some random threat about ransom or something that was mailed to your house, whatever.

You eye him as your father explains. His hair sits at the back of his neck, almost like a mullet. Dark strands frame his face and make his eyes darker than they already are. He wears black dress pants and a white dress shirt, maybe this won’t be so bad.

“Y/n this is for your safety, he’ll escort you places and i’ve decided to give him the spare bedroom” Your dad insisted, you knew there wasn’t a way around this so you settled with a small smile as he shakes your hand and introduces himself.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. L/n. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot of each other". You nod and excuse yourself.

Is he seriously going to ‘escort’ you everywhere? What’s next? Is he gonna wipe you too?

Your scowl deepens as you finally make it through your bedrooms door frame, it’s late and maybe everything will be okay tomorrow when you wake up.

///////////////

“Are you going to come to the mall today?”

Karina asks over the phone, you groan in remembrance—she asked you the other day and you said yes. But that was before you got a babysitter.

“Yea l’ll be there”

She cheers and quickly says her goodbyes. There’s no way you’re going out with a babysitter, you’re 19 not 5. You’d be the laughing stalk of your friend group.

Great. Now you have to figure out how to sneak out without the warden finding out. You’re gonna have to be careful. Peering outside your window you notice the tree perched right next to it, could you make that work? The tree wasn’t very big, but there was a branch that stretched right to your window.

Checking the time on your phone you shove the device in your purse and shrug it on. The window opened with a flick to the lock and you gripped the branch firmly before inching closer and closer to the edge. You could probably just-

“And what do you think you’re doing?” An amused voice sounds from behind you.

Your eyes close with a deep sigh and you take a second before gazing over your shoulder, Beomgyu tilts his head to the side and cocks an eyebrow. “Nothing, I was doing nothing. Now if you excuse me I’m going to the kitchen”. You might’ve been caught but that doesn’t mean you won’t keep trying.

“You wouldn’t mind if I went with you then. Right, Ms. L/n?”

“Why would you? I’m just going to the kitchen” Your lips are pulled into a tight-lipped smile. “Exactly, so you wouldn’t mind, correct?” You narrow your eyes at him and clench your fists, “Fine”.

You have one more trick up your sleeve as you both step down the stairs and through your elegant living room. You stop at the entrance of the kitchen and turn to him, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back”.

You think he doesn’t see through you as he nods and takes a seat at the oak table sat to his far left. The closest bathroom was a corner away and you try and hold back your smirk on your way there. The bathroom is a pristine beige color and it almost sparkles because of how clean it is. The toilet is to your right, the sink is to your left, and the window is right in front of you. It’s higher up so nobody can look in so you have to step on the trash can to shimmy your way through it.

‘I knew this would work’ you think, your feet hit the ground with a soft thud and you haul ass to your car that’s waiting prettily for you. Your phone dings in your purse as you pop open the door and angle yourself into it. You only get to the passcode screen when someone clears their throat. Almost dropping your phone in terror you whip your head to the passenger side and stare in awe at Beomgyu.

“What the fuck?” It’s almost a whisper but you know he heard you as he smugly smirks. “Didn’t think I was that gullible did you, Ms. L/n? Where are we going?” He starts pulling the seatbelt over his broad chest and shoulders while you try and not kick and scream in annoyance.

Fine, he wins. “The mall”. You mutter as you press down the brake and turn on the car.

///////////

The drive to the mall was quiet, and yet, still annoying to you.

You park the car and turn to him, “Please don’t embarrass me infront of my friends, I really don’t feel like being laughed at today” You sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Ms. L/n” He says as he exits the car, you try not to think about it as you do the same and walk through the busy parking lot. The entrance is flooded with people because of a, apparently, really popular kiosk. The minute you almost get knocked over is when Beomgyu settles his left hand on the small of your back and guides you.

Your breathing hitches for a second and you pray he doesn’t hear it. The food court comes into focus and he drops his appendage from your back, the loss of heat and contact catches your attention until you spy your friends. Sighing, you prepare yourself to be teased.

“Hey guys” You smile as you find an empty seat, Beomgyu finds an empty table behind you and sits down—spreading his legs hotly as he peers around the building.

“I don’t mean to alarm you, but I think you’re being followed” Momo whispers to you, a nervous chuckles leaves you and you explain, “Heh…that’s just Beomgyu. My..uh..bodyguard..” You flinch at the giggling that erupts after that. Typical.

“Why doesn’t he sit with us then? Beomgyu pull up a chair, you never know if Y/n might start choking” Karina cackles, causing the other girls to start as well. Looking down at your lap you hear him get up and settle into the seat at the end of the table you’re closest to.

“It’s nice to meet Ms. L/n's friends, I'm Choi Beomgyu. You are?” He wears a blank expression at Karina, who is currently leaning on her hand at the moment. You know her and the exact thing she’s doing right now. Yea Beomgyu was attractive, but he was also your bodyguard. Karina wouldn’t shoot her shot right?

“I’m Karina, how old are you? I mean, you look so young..” She scrapes her bottom lop with her teeth, giving him a flirty smile. Your eyebrows furrow at her blatant flirting.

“I’m 21”

Wow, that suit makes him look a lot older. Who knew he was only 2 years older than you. Karina’s smile deepens as she goes to say something else, “I’m 21 too, Y/n’s only 19 though, she’s such a baby compared to us” She giggles into her hand.

You make eye contact with Beomgyu but you can’t hold it for long, this was so embarrassing. You were constantly mocked for your age in this group, now you know why.

“Karina, it’s only 2 years…” You trail off, playing with your fingers.

“You’re right but look at you” She reaches over and pinches one of your cheeks before a firm grip lands on her wrist. She lets go out of shock, gasping at the act Beomgyu performs. When she’s far enough away he lets go of her. Your eyes widen and heat rises to your cheeks.

Somehow she isn’t phased at all by this, it seems to only spurr her on further. “Wow, Beomgyu. You have a firm grip, I can tell you’re good with your hands”. You roll your eyes and stop yourself from scoffing.

Soon, Beomgyu looks at his phone and lets you know your father needs him. Which means you both have to leave. Sighing in relief, you say your goodbyes and borderline run out of the mall.

////////////

Pulling into your driveway you settle your head on your steering wheel for a moment.

“Are you okay, Ms. L/n?” His voice is soft and you sigh before answering, “Yea, I guess so”. He doesn't pry any further as you both shuffle out of your car.

///////////

That was so embarrassing, you haven't left your room in hours because of it. Also because you keep thinking about how hot it was for Beomgyu to do that. Surprisingly, guilt starts to consume you. He hasn't even been here a day and you've already been such a bitch. Your shoulders fall as you make a deal with yourself to try and be nicer.

Flinching at the loud squeak of your bedroom door as you exit through it, you find yourself at the blocked entrance of the spare bedroom. The dark oak of the wood almost taunts you, you raise a hand to knock, hesitantly. Light shuffles can be heard behind it before it opens to reveal Beomgyu dressed in a black shirt and black sweat pants, a small towel hangs around his neck as he actively drys his hair off.

"Yes, Ms. L/n? Is something wrong?" He looks at you, waiting. "I, uh, wanted to apologize. I understand you're here for my safety and I appreciate it". You don't meet his eyes as you mutter out the apology.

You almost gasp when he presses the pad of his index finger under your chin and lifts your head up to his eye level. A kind smile is on his lips and you hope he can't read your facial expressions. "Nothing to apologize for, it takes time getting used to. I think we're going to..get along..just fine"

You only offer a smile in return, you do not trust your voice right now. The shuffle back to your room was quick, as your mind is racing with thoughts of him. Your heart is going crazy under your ribcage and you wring your fingers together as you think about it. The way he phrased his sentence, ‘I think we’re going to get along just fine’, it had you already overthinking.

Closing the door behind you, you throw yourself on the bed and trace the spot on your chin that he touched. You've never been like this with other people you've found attractive, but Beomgyu just...makes you feel so vulnerable.

"Ms. L/n, dinner is ready. Would you prefer to eat in your room?" That's probably your chef, Mrs. Kim.

"I'll be down in a minute. Thank you". You respond, she hums and you sit up, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear. Your clothed feet pad against the wood flooring as you leave your bedroom. At the same time you see Beomgyu enter his with a plate, slightly frowning you once again knock on his door.

He opens it with his hands free, "Yes, Ms. L/n?"

"You should eat downstairs with me..y'know since my dad is usually busy..." You try and play off the kind gesture cooly, he stares at you for a second before nodding. "Alright" he turns around as you walk off to the kitchen. At the dining table there's already a pre-prepped place for you along with some water. Your heart rate spikes at the thought of you two eating dinner together, alone—well almost, Mrs. Kim is currently doing the dishes.

As you take a seat you spot Beomgyu enter the kitchen, heading right for you. He picks the seat right across from you and silently sets his stuff down. You pick up your fork and start twirling the pasta with it, trying to remain as clean as possible while you eat.

"So, Ms. L/n, any plans for tomorrow?" His voice cuts through the silence like a knife and it almost scares you, you eventually meet his eyes even though you still find it difficult. "Not yet, I might try and see a movie, though. I'm not sure"

"Sounds like fun, I could use a movie" His humor is dry and it causes a giggle to leave you. Your mouth opens as you go to respond but it closes quickly when his foot brushes against yours. You play it off with a clearing of your throat and go back to poking and twirling your food.

You both finish eating around the same time and he goes to pick up your plate for you, "It's okay, Beomgyu". He dismisses your concerns and picks it up anyway, thanking Mrs. Kim as she takes it from him.

"Thank you for eating with me, Beomgyu. I'm gonna go to sleep" You rub at your eyes, and he doesn't respond for a second as he gazes at you.

"Of course, Ms. L/n. Goodnight". He smiles warmly and you try not to ogle him too much.

//////////////

You're sprawled out under your covers, tossing and turning before sitting up. Your dream was scarily realistic. You were never a wet-dream type of person, but it started with you running your hands through his hair, something you think about quite a lot. Then the dream took a drastic turn and he's soon dragging his lips over the skin of your neck as he hovers over your bent over position.

His dirty words still fresh in your mind, "Take it" "My girl" "You're mine". The memory brings your attention to the heat flaring in your lower abdomen. Your core pulses in need and you tip your head back and groan in frustration. Falling flat on your back again, you sigh and drag a hand down to the waistband of your shorts.

Are you seriously gonna do this right now? Yes, yes you are.

Your fingers meet your clit and you buck up at the flicker of pleasure. Images of Beomgyu pop into your mind and it has the feeling of your fingers against you heightening. "You like it when I touch you? Hm?" You picture him saying, the fingers rolling your clit stop so they can circle your opening and dip themselves into it. You know his fingers would feel so much better in you.

The slight stretch of your own fingers probably wouldn't even compare to his, the thought has you biting your lip desperately trying to keep down the whimpers and moans threatening to spill. Beomgyu's room resides next to yours and you couldn't look him in the eyes if he caught you.

You fasten the pace imagining what he’d look like pleasuring you. The coil in you tightens and you're already so close.

"Aw you're gonna cum? All for me?" You imagine again, the imaginative dirty talk has your free hand gripping your sheets, and your hips lift helplessly as you ride out your high.

When you come back down a wave of exhaustion hits you and find a comfy position to fall back asleep in.

//////////////

“Did you sleep well, Ms. L/n?” Beomgyu asks as he joins you in the kitchen. You’re mid sip into a cup of tea and the question has you choking. His eyes widen a fraction and he strides over to you to give you a pat on the back. You swallow the liquid and cough slightly before answering.

“Thank you, and yes, I did. Hopefully you slept well in your new room”. Hesitantly taking another sip, your eyes drift down his face to the expanse of his clothed chest before looking away from him completely.

“I did, have you decided on any plans today?”.

“Oh, yea. A movie sounds good”.

He smiles at you and nods, “Great, what time does it start?”.

“Uh, 6:30 I believe” He nods at you again and you excuse yourself to your room. What should you wear? You’re not exactly trying to seduce him…..but. You have a giant walk in closet, inside is probably thousands of items of clothing. The fuzzy rug under your feet calms your nerves slightly as you take a seat on the chair to your vanity.

The movie starts in about 8 hours but you don’t really have anything better to do, plus your anxiousness has time warping in your mind. Peering around the bright white room, you try and think of an outfit. It’s summer but it’s usually really cold in theatres. You’ll just pair whatever you wear with a jacket or something.

//////////////

It took you about 30 minutes to think of an outfit, but you were finally done. Next is to shower. Thankfully there’s a bathroom connected to your room. Reaching it, you switch on the light and make a B line for the shower. The handle is cold under your grip as you turn it, but nothing happens. Your eyebrows furrow as you push the handle further, but still, nothing happens.

You grab your phone that you put on the counter and scroll through your contacts until you find your dads number. It rings for a second,

“Hello?”.

“Dad I think my shower is broken, I keep turning the handle but nothing comes out”.

You hold back a whine, there’s only like 3 showers in this house.

Your dad might be incredibly wealthy, but he’s smart. He decided to not buy a giant mansion so he could use his money for other things.

“I’ll call the plumber or something, try my shower?”.

You nod at his suggestion before realizing he can’t see you, “I will, thank you. I love you”.

“I love you too, bye”.

The call ends and you let out a huff, you turn on your heel—grab your towel, as well as different soaps, and exit your bathroom and then your bedroom. Your dads room was right at the end of the hallway, pushing open the double doors you pad into his bathroom and try his shower. Nothing.

“Goddamnit” you groan.

Taking out your phone you decide to text him this time.

Your shower isn’t working either, what do I do?

He responds quickly.

Try the one in the spare bedroom, I’m sure Beomgyu wouldn’t mind sharing.

You stare at your phone in shock, Beomgyu’s? But that’s in his room…

Your nerves flare but you do it anyway, the walk to his door suddenly feels like miles. Gripping he towel hung over your arm, you stop at his door and knock softly.

“Can I help you, Ms. L/n?”. The polite name he uses for you is fine and all, but you kinda wish he would just call you Y/n.

“Can I use your shower? Mine and my dads aren’t working”. You practically radiate nervousness as you ask.

“Yea, of course. Go right ahead” He steps aside to let you in. You’ve been in here only a few times but you know it’s changed. It has personality now, there’s clothes neatly laid out on a chair in the corner. The bed is made but is slightly messed up, and it smells heavenly.

You spot the bathroom and shuffle to it, letting out a shaky sigh when the door closes behind you. Taking a glance at the sink you spot a razor, a tooth brush, and toothpaste. Nothing crazy.

You place your shampoo and conditioner on the ground of the shower as well as your body soap. This shower was almost as big as yours, it wasn’t part bathtub either. It was a nicely sized, walk-in shower.

You stare at the handle before grabbing it and turning, you sigh in relief as the water actually comes out of it. Turning it to your preferred temperature you undress yourself. A thought has you stopping—shirt half way off. Beomgyu is on the other side of this door, and you’re going to be showering…..naked.

You shake your head at the thought and finish taking off the clothing.

The water feels nice on your tense shoulders, you try your hardest to pay attention to the actual shower instead of Beomgyu, which is proving to be difficult.

Finally you wash the soap off of you and work the conditioner out of your hair, you’re finally done. Turning off the water, you wring out extra water from your hair and grab your towel. Drying off your hair went fast as well as drying off the rest of your body.

The towel is quickly wrapped around you, one hand is occupied holding your towel together securely so you decide to come back and get your stuff later since you wouldn’t be able to hold it all. You have to leave now. Through the door. You stare at the white wood and hype yourself up. It seems to have worked but the second you open it, all of the confidence drains from you.

“Thank you” You mutter while walking through the room, to the door. He looks at you and, slightly, tilts his head.

“It’s my pleasure, Ms. L/n”

Trying your best not to gawk at him was tricky but you managed to leave his room in one piece. There’s a part of you that’s relieved but a bigger part of you that’s a little disappointed.

Your clothes are splayed across your bed and you drop the towel around you before slipping on the new outfit. Now you just gotta do the rest.

///////////

Looking over yourself in the mirror, you deem your work finally done and stand up. You stretch for a second before picking out your shoes. Should you wear heels? Sandals? Maybe even boots? Tapping your finger lightly against your chin, you make your decision and drag out your choice of shoe.

There’s a large clock on of your wall and you peek at it. It’s currently 1:30 PM. Unexpectedly, a knock sounds from your door.

Gingerly opening the door you’re met with Beomgyu, he gives you a polite smile and asks, “What movie are we seeing?”. You notice the way he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and you yearn for something, you’re not sure what but the urge is there.

“Oh, yea, uh, some rom com. I forgot the title, sorry if you don’t like rom coms”. There’s a tinge of guilt that strikes you, you didn’t even ask him what movie he’d like to go see.

“No no, it’s okay. Thank you, Ms. L/n”. His smile deepens before he walks away, you watch him as he descends the stairs. Would it be crazy of you to think of this as a date? You know this is his job but there’s a small part of you that might believe he has a thing for you. That’s probably just the delusion though.

///////////////

The time reads 6:10, it’s finally time to leave. You’ve been alternating between the kitchen and your room for the past several hours. You pull on your shoes and grab your purse—shoving your phone into it. Swinging open your door, you step into the hallway and down the stairs.

Beomgyu is on your couch, doing something on his phone before he takes notice of your presence. “Ready?” He asks, you nod and wait for him to get up and put his shoes on before opening the door. The way he’s walking next you to has one of his hands brushing up against your arm and you fight the urge to grip your heart.

Your car comes into view and you dig out your keys from your mess of a purse. The car responds to the unlock button and you both get in. The theatre isn’t too far away so you have plenty of time, as you put the car into reverse you spot Beomgyu’s thighs. They would probably make the best seat, you’re so attracted to him it’s crazy.

You come to a stop light and see his hand in your peripheral rub the clothed skin of his thigh and give it a light squeeze. That has you clenching your thighs together, his hands would feel like heaven against you.

The light turns green and you let out a, silent, shaky breath. Another turn and you’re pulling into the theatre’s parking lot. It’s always packed in the summer so you hope you find good seats. The place is crowded and in, apparent, Beomgyu fashion he settles a hand on dip of your lower back until you get to the front desk.

You greet them and ask for 2 tickets to the movie you were gonna watch, the lady smiles at you both and says, “This movie is perfect for couples, enjoy”. As you give her the money. Your eyes widen and you go to deny it.

“Oh, N-“ But you were cut off.

“That’s great, thank you”. Beomgyu speaks over you, pulling you to the concession stand by the hand on your back. Your face and ears feel hot and you hope it’s not noticeable, but you don’t say anything to him about it as you wait in line. He rubs his thumb on your skin ever so slightly and you kinda just wanna jump his bones right now.

“Next”.

The menu is filled with different candies, drinks, and greasy foods. Your eyes land on your favorite candy so you add that to your mental food cart. You’ll get a water too.

As you’re almost done ordering you forget to add the last thing, “Can I also get a large popcorn, please?”. The cashier nods and gathers all of the food and drinks you both ordered, you pay for the last time and search for theatre 18.

“Do you think it’s this way? Or that way?”. You mutter at him, there’s a fork in the road and a sea of people. He drags you one way with a hand now settled, snuggly, against your waist.

Turns out he was right , theatre 18 is at the end of this long, crowded, hallway. The hand on your waist maneuvers you around people and it has you thinking of some pretty inappropriate thoughts.

You enter the theatre and look for any open spots, there’s single chairs sprinkled through out but you can spot 3 empty ones all the way in the back. Getting his attention, you point at them.

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So far the movie is okay, you expected better but it’s kinda boring. You’re half way through the popcorn Beomgyu is currently eating. You discreetly watch him, that ransom threat was the best thing to ever happen to you. You now get to hang out with Beomgyu for god knows how long. He takes notice of your staring and turns to you, “Do you want some?”. Her refers to the popcorn and you panic, if you don’t take it how will you explain your staring? If you do take it you will pop, you can’t eat anymore.

“Oh, um. I’m okay, thank you…” The sheepish look on your face is obvious even if he can’t see you very well. You turn back to the screen and swallow the nerves beginning to build in your throat. The shadows cast upon his face made him look even more chiseled and it did things to you.

The one thing that made your insides turn into literal soup was when a loud scene was unfolding, Beomgyu tapped you on the shoulder to say something but you couldn’t hear him. You mouth ‘what’?’ so he leans in and brushes the shell of your ear with his lips.

“Can you pass the popcorn?”.

The question was innocent, yet a shiver runs through your spine and goosebumps bloom across your neck. You seriously wouldn’t mind if he bent you over infront of everyone in this theatre.

Your breath is shaky as you exhale while plucking the bowl off the ground. You assume he says ‘thank you’ as his lips move.

//////////////////////

“Good movie, what did you think?” You agree and think about what you liked about it. Honestly, you were barely paying attention. Beomgyu takes up your mind 99% of the time.

“I loved that one part…with the flowers”.

“Oh, me too. What about that one part with the bear?” He looks at you excitedly and your eyes slightly widen.

“Loved that part, too. It was great”.

Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden guffaw he lets out, “There wasn’t a bear in the movie, you weren’t paying attention were you?”.

He laughs harder at the look on your face as you get closer to the bathrooms, still giggling he says, “I’m gonna be right back. Stay here”

You purse your lips until you giggle too. There’s a bench directly to your left and you go to set everything down, sitting after. People of all shapes and sizes walk through the hallway as you sit.The unexpected tap on your shoulder has you whipping your head to the side.

A man stands there, he wears sunglasses—indoors, and carries a flirtatious smile. You’re immediately not interested, “Can I help you?”.

He’s already getting on your nerves and he hasn’t even said anything yet. Other men just aren’t as good as Beomgyu.

“I see you’re sitting here alone. Need some company?” He says before taking a seat WAY too close to you. You hold back the sound of disgust and laugh nervously. “I’m okay”. You scoot away from him but it only seems to egg him on as he scoots closer.

“Listen dude, can you fuck off? I’m not interested”. You huff at him, his smile drops and his mouth opens ready to say something.

“Listen, you bi-“.

“Can I help you?”. You hear, Beomgyu stands to your right with an, incredibly, intimidating look on his face. Just like when you met him his hair falls infront of his eyes and it fully catches your attention. You don’t even look towards the other dude, completely forgetting about him and the interaction.

Beomgyu huffs and just like before, you want to jump his bones. Your underwear sticks to you uncomfortably and you wish you could ask him to help you out. His shoulders drop slowly and he grabs your wrist, yanking you up and through the dispersing crowd. You trip over your feet a few times before he lets go of you in the parking lot.

“Give me your keys”. His deep voice almost startles you, rummaging through your purse you finally find them and give it to him. Unlocking your car, he politely opens the passenger door for you before rounding the front of the vehicle and hopping in the drivers seat.

“Are you okay?”. You ask in a small voice, you stare at him wide eyed and a bit afraid. His, large, hands grip your steering wheel tightly. The veins in them popping out deliciously.

“Y/n”.

He looks over at you and your blood freezes, he’s never called you that before. And the look he’s giving you through his hair has your hands clenching.

“Y-yes?”. Your voice is shaky and soft as his, harsh, gaze pierces through you.

“I-”.

RING

He sighs and fishes out the phone from his left pocket, “Hello?”.

You don’t hear the other person on the line as Beomgyu swallows his anger.

“Yes, Sir”. He pulls the device away from his ear as the call ends.

“We’re going home”.

//////////////

The entire car ride was tense, with sexual tension or normal tension—you’re not sure. Either way you open your window to alleviate the rising heat in your body.

Beomgyu is silent even after you park and enter the house. Your shoulders slump as you enter the threshold of your room, but of course, your phone rings at the same time. ‘Karina’ pops up and you mentally pepare yourself.

“Hey”

“Hey, y/n. We’re all going out clubbing tonight, you should come”

“I’m gonna have to break out my fake ID but okay, pick me up in an hour?”

“Sounds good, and bring that bodyguard of yours” She giggles.

You let a fake laugh and say your goodbyes. There’s no way you’re bringing him, you’re gonna actually have to sneak out successfully this time.

“Ms. L/n, can I come in?” The voice is distinct and has you almost swooning.

“Yea, come in”

He wears a tired expression, “I’m going to sleep but I wanted to apologize for earlier. I’m not sure what came over me”.

“Oh, it’s okay. Don’t apologize”. The reassuring smile on your face mends his overactive mind and thoughts. “Thank you, Ms. L/n. I’ll see you in the morning”. When he leaves, you feel guilty for trying to sneak out, but you honestly wanna find someone to take your mind off of him.

Your closet is full of dresses and you’re stumped between 3 cocktail ones. Holding them up by the hanger, you pose with them infront your mirror. Your mind is made up relatively fast as you pick the 2nd one. It’s a short, black, dress with a deep v cut.

Now onto shoes, should you wear a taller heel? They’re cute but moving will be painful. Flats? Ew no. So, you meet in the middle and settle on some really cute mary janes.

After you’re done getting ready and take a seat on your bed, what if Beomgyu saw you in this? Would he be grossed out? Would he think you were pretty? Wow, you have such a fat crush on him. You usually weren’t one for lovey dovey stuff. But Beomgyu brought out such intense feelings from the bottom of your heart. Just thinking about him has your heart rate spiking. A ding from your phone startles you.

karina; Be there in 20

Letting out a soft sigh, you lean back to grab at your remote, putting on some random show. Maybe that’ll make it seem like you’re really in here later, you’re hoping.

///////////////

You get the text that she’s waiting for you so you slip off your shoes and quietly pad across the hallway. The house is pitch black and you have to use your phone flashlight while you descend the stairs. You unlock the door quietly and open it the same. Standing on your porch, you ever so slightly close the door, relief floods you as you get it closed.

Her headlights light up your garage door and you worry that might wake Beomgyu up.

“Aw you didn’t bring your boy toy, you’re no fun y/n” Karina whines, you hold back the eye roll as you jokingly apologize. Excitement courses through you as you think of the guys that might be there, they might even be hotter than Beomgyu. But you’re honestly not sure if that’s possible. Clipping back on your shoes you buckle your seatbelt and lean back.

The ride there was full of loud music and giggling. When Karina wasn’t teasing you you really enjoyed spending time with your friends.

“Alright, we’re here ladies”. She says as she finds a parking spot. The small purse in your hand is snug in your palms as everybody stumbles out. The line to the door isn’t very long, thankfully. Getting in you all crack jokes and laugh until you spot someone who’s ahead of you in line. Tonight is gonna be great if theres more people that look like him.

“ID’s”. The staff asks, he’s a giant burly dude with a beard and watermelon sized biceps. You’re the last to be checked and you almost think he sees right through your bullshit. The man narrows his eyes at your ID and hands it back to you.

“Good to go”.

You smile brightly and stride into the club. It’s unbelievably loud, red and blue lasers litter the air and you instantly recognize the song. “Let’s go drink first”. Momo chimes in, holding as many hands as she can so nobody gets lost. You all shimmy through the crowd and you could really use Beomgyu right now, you’ve gotten a bit used to being guided through large groups of people.

The bar is surprisingly empty as you all take a seat next to each other, it’s nice being a good distance away from everyone for once in here.

“What can I get you ladies?”.

They spew off their orders, and to be honest, you’ve never heard of half of them. When the man turns to you notice he has similar hair to Beomgyu.

You seriously need to stop thinking about him, oh my god. You don’t need anything strong so you settle with a margarita, just something to loosen you up a little. He nods and turns around, grabbing bottles and cups.

“I’m shocked you were able to sneak out, Y/n. I’ve taught you well”. Karina giggles, almost tripping over air. Karina can be such a good friend when she wants to be, but when men are involved she’s completely different.

“Thanks for asking me to come along, I appreciate it” You softly smile.

Her features soften and she smiles back, turning to the bartender when he gives her her drink. The margarita that sits in front of you looks tropical and delicious. The little umbrella makes you chuckle as you take a sip, you’re not a big fan of alcohol so it’s nice.

“Oh my god, did you hear about Taehyun?”. Momo giggles, you don’t really bother paying attention to the gossip so you scan the area you’re in. It’s hard to see very far, because of the people and how dark it is but you can just barely make out the guy from the line earlier. He’s walking towards the bar, his lips seem to form a natural pout as he saunters over to a seat not far from you.

The bartender notices him and you can’t figure out what he ordered. You don’t even notice how long you’v been staring for until he makes eye contact with you. Loose strands of his hair fall in front of his enticing eyes and it draws you in.

You watch as his eyes drift from yours, down your figure and then back up. His lip is trapped under his front teeth as he checks you out. Surprisingly, he gives you a flirty wave and a wink after he downs the shot he ordered.

His face is undeniably attractive, his obvious confidence only adds on to it. The man looks away eventually so you do the same, turning back to your friends who are shoving each other at the moment.

“Hey”.

You almost jump at the voice to your side, turning to it you discover it’s the guy from before. Wow, he looks so much better up close. His hair is pushed back aside from some strands in his face.

“Hi, can I help you?”. You hope the smile on your face makes your sentence not as off putting. He glances away for a second as he lightly chuckles, his thumb comes up to swipe at his bottom lip.

“I’m Yeonjun, I just wanted to say that you look stunning”. His voice is sultry and laced with honey, if you weren’t sitting your knees would probably buckle. You shyly giggle and wave off his compliment.

“I’m y/n”. The smirk on his face is alluring as he checks you out up close.

“Well, Y/n. Would you like to dance?”. His hand brushes against your waist and you try not to be too eager as you respond. “I’d love to”. Turning to your friends you nod at him so they get the idea, they all give you the thumbs up and wink at you playfully.

Yeonjun stands and holds out his hand, “Shall we?”. You grin at him and take his hand, he guides you through the sea of people to the filled dance floor and places his hands on your hips. You get the idea pretty quickly as he presses into your backside, the first grind tests the waters and the second is more needy. Soon you are grinding into him to the beat of the random song playing, your hand slithers up his form to his nape and the other one grips one of his own holding your waist.

Yeonjun leans down to whisper into your warmed ears, “You’re really good at this”. You almost moan when his lips skim over the skin of your neck, when you grind into him harder he meets you halfway and you’re basically fucking on the dance floor.

He takes it a step further and lands open mouthed kisses on your neck, the scrape of his teeth against your pulse point has you clenching your thighs tightly.

“Do you wanna-”. Yeonjun is unfortunately cut off when your arm is harshly tugged, you’re ripped from him and only get to let out a “Call me”. You really hope he remembers the girls you were with so this isn’t the last time you see him.

Now…what the fuck? You can barely see the person dragging you because they’re weaving through so many people, the lights don’t help either. You think the person would stop once you’re off the dance floor but they drag you fully outside.

“Beomgyu?”. Oh shit, how did he find you? Is he gonna tell your dad?

He doesn’t say anything as he drags you to your own car. It’s already unlocked as he pushes you into the passenger seat, memories flash back to the first time this happened. He gets in and anger quickly floods in your brain. You were so close to forgetting all about your suffocating crush on him, Yeonjun was the perfect person to take your mind off of Beomgyu.

“What’s your problem?”. You finally say as he drives down a busy road, you can’t see his face because of his hair but you honestly don’t care if he’s mad.

“Like seriously, I was having a great time and you just had to ruin it. Thanks a lot, asshole”. You spit at him, you wanna cry so bad. Just being with Beomgyu taunts you. That seems to strike a nerve with him as he jerks the car to suddenly turn, you end up in a dark and empty parking lot. The only light is from a dim light post at the entrance.

You don’t try and stop your word vomit. “I was finally getting along with my friends too, everything was going fine. Do you realize how hard it is to be around you?” Knowing where this is going your eyes well with tears, it has to be said. “I was finally distracting myself from you and what to do you? Mess it up, i’m so tired of pining after you. All I wanted to do was forget how much i fucking like y-” Your words are silent as one of his hands cradles your face while he leans down to kiss you.

His lips are just as soft as you expected them to be, maybe even more. You can feel how nervous he is as he presses harder into you, changing the atmosphere of the kiss. He breaks away for a split second to harshly pant against your lips before connecting them again and almost devouring your lips. You kiss back with just as much force, a gravelly groan escapes him at your action and he maneuvers the hand on your cheek to grip your jaw.

Wordlessly, he ushers you on his lap—never breaking the searing, lustful, kiss you’re sharing. His hands roam your abdomen but end up on your waist.

“You look so slutty for me in this dress”. He mutters against your lips. You reply with an experimental grind into his crotch. Both of you react with a light sound and his grip on you tightens to help you swivel your hips on him correctly.

He’s getting harder by the second and it has your mind reeling. You fully pull away to whine, “Touch me, Gyu”.

“Watch it, pretty girl. I don’t think you’re the one in charge here, hm? Get in the back”. His voice is cold and you don’t have to be told twice before crawling into your back seat—taking off your shoes the second you sit down. Beomgyu tips his head back for a second and palms himself over his pants before meeting you in your backseat.

He’s on you in seconds, lips attaching to your flushed neck instantly. His kisses move up towards your ear and over your shoulder until he gets to the strap of your dress, his fingers trail up your arm until they take ahold of the strap and pull it down. He pulls down the other one and peels the dress until it’s under your breasts. His lips never leave your skin as he concentrates trailing his mouth down your collarbones and chest.

He nips at the valley in between your breasts and runs his tongue over the red skin. Your hands are currently fisting his thick shirt as your hips try and find any possible smidgen of friction. Beomgyu notices how quickly you melted and submitted to him.

“You’re so needy, do you want more, Angel?” His voice is breathy as he speaks against your neck.

“Please, please give me more Beomgyu”

He stops for a second, moves his head away from you so he can look you on the eyes. His gaze pierces through you in the best way possible.

“It’s Sir, understand?”.

You’re like a deer caught in headlights as you nod dumbly at his erotic statement.

“Yes, Sir”. You mumble through the prominent pout on your lips. He seems pleased with your answer and goes back to assaulting your neck and chest. The feeling of your skin being sucked between his teeth is heightened when his fingers sneak up to your breasts. He gropes the flesh and groans into your marked neck.

“I knew you’d have perfect tits, Angel”.

You let out a whine as he continues, “Ever since I saw you in that towel I knew”. Your hands get lost in his dark brown hair as you’re put under his spell. His hands abandon your breasts to push down the dress fully, the clothing lands on the center con.

Beomgyu leans back and settles on his knees, he takes one of your legs and spreads it wide so he can get a good view of your damp underwear. He’s silent as his fingers drift up and prod at your center, first at your clothed hole and then your clit. The finger he uses swirls around the bud for a second before he grips the waistband of the material and yanks it off of you.

You watch him in awe as he takes care of you, you’ve been wanting this exact thing to happen ever since the dream you’ve had of him.

“Angel, do you remember the first night I slept at your house?” He talks casually as if his fingers aren’t spreading you open for him. It’s difficult to respond due to your heart dropping in humiliation and his fingers delving into your opening.

The stretch of his middle and ring finger is addicting and intoxicating. A swift pinch to your thigh brings you back, “I asked you a question, Angel”.

“Yes, I remember, Sir”. He bites his lip at your breathy voice, he can’t believe this is happening.

“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and what do I hear? The woman i’m supposed to be looking after pleasuring herself. You wouldn’t happen to know what i’m talking about, would you, Angel?”. He’s smug as he calls you out, the air is sucked from your lungs and your legs would’ve closed if not for the death grip he has on one.

Instead of getting embarrassed you decide to try and embrace it, yea you did touch yourself to the thought of him. “Yes, Sir. Had a dream about you”.

Your confession flicks a smirk onto his features.

“Oh you did? Tell me, Angel, what happened?”. He’s loving this way too much, you had a dream about him? And to add fuel to the fire, you touched yourself to the thought of it.

Your cheeks are unbelievably hot as you relive the dream, “I was on my hands and knees for you..” You stop there, the embarrassment you were trying so hard to push down found it’s way back up again. “I’ll make a deal with you, Angel. If you cum for me right now…I’ll make your dreams come true, hm?”.

You eagerly nod and grind your hips as his fingers become faster, he bends them in a ‘come hither’ motion and pairs it with a rub to your clit with his thumb.

“Doing so good for me, fuck you’re so wet”. His praise is even better than what you imagined that night, his thumb picks up pace and your whimpering in whining in return. “You sound so pretty for me, Angel”.

It doesn’t take his praise long before it has you throwing your head back and loudly moaning. Your skin feels like flames as the delicious waves of pleasure roll through you. He helps you ride out your high and then pulls out his fingers, sticking them between his lips. The sight has you in a trance but the way he tells you to open your mouth before sticking the same fingers in has you gone.

“You taste so good, don’t you?”.

You nod your head, whining and looking up at him expectantly. “Since you did so good for me, get on all fours, Angel”. You don’t waste a second before you’re sticking your ass up and leaning on your folded arms. He darkly chuckles at you before you see his shirt fall onto the floor of your car, next the sound of his belt clinks and it has you clenching around nothing.

He stops what he’s doing for a moment and asks, “Can you open this for me?” You turn your head in curiosity to see him holding a silver foil, he brings it closer to your lips so you bite the corner and tear it open. Beomgyu watches intently and feels himself pulse after. He lets out groans as he rolls it on, his fist is tight but he knows you’re tighter.

His hands soon meet your back and they feel amazing as they rub the skin of your hips and waist. “Ready for me, Angel?”.

You moan and push your ass back, his erection is pressed into you and it has you letting out a wanton moan.

“Words, Angel. Use your words”. He reprimands lightly. “Please, please fuck me, Sir. Need you so bad”.

“You need me? You need me to make you feel good, hm?”. He’s getting off on the fact you only need him, nobody else. He gives in at your whiny yes’s and lines himself before pushing in.

“Sir-fuck”. Even with a condom you can still feel every vein and ridge on him, your toes curl at the initial breach and you unknowingly hold your breath. He bottoms out as he groans, nails digging into your skin. Beomgyu looks down at where you’re connected and almost comes right then and there, you’re so wet that you’re dripping onto the seat. His hips jerk forward at the sight and you clench at the sudden moment.

His pace starts slow at first, he drinks you in. Your smell, your voice, how wet you are for him, and how good you look bent over. But, soon after he goes faster he’s fueled with jealousy once more.

“Bet you wish I was that guy you were with, hm? You want me to go get him?”. He grits out through clenched teeth, voice cold.

“Only want you, Sir. Nobody else”. He smugly smirks as he tips his head back, pace never faltering. “You’re mine, Angel. All mine, no one else’s. Understand?”. His voice is commanding and has you trying your best to answer, but the relentless push and pull of him inside of your most intimate areas has muttering and babbling taking over. He gets how you feel but there’s no way he’s letting you out of this without answering, so he leans over you and wraps your hair around his fist—pulling your head up.

“I said, understand?”.

You breathe deeply and try your best, “Y-yes, Sir. I’m a-all y-yours”. He drops your head back down but doesn’t move back to his original position, instead he wraps both arms your stomach and hammers into you. You moan and whine as you drool onto the seat, your legs tremble and threaten to give out any second.

“God, I love seeing you like this. Can barely speak because you love my cock so much”. He lets out a loud moan at the way you clench at his words. He’s drowning in you and couldn’t love it more.

Your noises pick up in volume, along with the way you clench more, he deduces you’re probably gonna come soon.

“You close, Angel? Come for me”. He eggs you on, he loosens a hand wrapped around you and pinches your throbbing clit. The action pushes you over the edge and you’re coming again, you babble out random praises and curse words as you clamp your eyes shut.

Beomgyu pulls out of you and sits down, tipping his head back against the seat and waiting for you to catch your breath. When you come to again it takes you a second to push yourself up. Looking over at him, your jaw almost drops. His lip is caught between his teeth, his eyes are hooded in lust, his skin is flushed and sweaty, and he’s lazily stroking himself while looking you in the eye.

“Come over here and ride me, Angel”. He beckons you over, you couldn’t possibly resist such a request so you scoot over and straddle his thighs. His cock is pushed directly against your cunt and it takes every ounce of restraint in you to not keep grinding against him like this. You raise yourself and he once again pushes himself into you.

He leans forward and grips your ass, kissing the sweaty skin of your neck. His rushed kisses move down to your breasts once more and he takes one into his mouth, both of you moan at it and you stop for a second to grind your hips against his. He lets it go to flattens his tongue over it, swirling over the bud.

“S-sir, oh my god”. He leaves your nipple and tips his head back again, moaning. You’ve never been with someone so vocal before, it’s so hot when he lets out noises and it pushes you closer.

“My angel is so perfect for me, this pussy is mine”. He mutters out, his hips start to meet yours as he thrusts upwards. It takes you by surprise and a small wave of pleasure racks you, so you almost fall onto him and wrap your arms around his neck. You stop moving as his hips fully take over, the hands on your ass push you into him and bring you directly to the edge.

“Gonna cum again, Sir”. You slur out, he hums at you and thrusts faster. “Coming again, Angel. That’s so cute, do it”. His pubic bone rolls against your clit and that’s all it takes for you to come again, your walls spasm around him as you momentarily forget where you are, he’s everywhere all at once and it has your mind hazy.

He’s soon stilling and pushing you further down on him, his hips stutter a bit as he groans out your name while filling the condom. You both are left sweaty and panting.

“Sorry I snuck out”. You mutter as you detach your arms from him, he smiles and lightly chuckles. “It’s okay, I understand”.

He pulls out of you and you both find your respective clothing, you’re pulling up the straps of your dress while he’s getting rid of the condom, but a thought has you pausing. “Did you mean what you said?”. You murmur towards him, he runs a hand through his damp hair and looks at you. “Did you mean what you said?”.

Warmth floods your face again and you can’t look at him as you nod, “Yea, I did”. He doesn’t answer your previous question as he scoots closer and takes your face into his hands, planting a loving kiss onto your swollen lips.

“I like-”. He’s cut off by the ringing of your phone, your heart stops in your chest. What if it’s your dad? Beomgyu seems to think the same as his eyes widen. Your purse is left on the front seat and you grab it before searching for your phone.

Both of your shoulders visibly drop in relief as you read the contact name.-‘Karina’.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, where are you? We’ve been searching everywhere”

“Oh, um-”

“Why do you sound like that? Oh my god did you have sex?”

Your breathing stops and Beomgyu tries his hardest not to laugh loudly.

taglist; @kyrkitten @tyunlovie @loverhyunn @gyufemboy @rencarnationofangel

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞ ✵ vinyl and coffee — kang taehyun

᯾ sypnosis: yn becomes a song writer and decides to write songs for their school's band; tomorrow x together. they have a special spot in hello future cafe to which yn considered it as their safe place — that is until the band starts hanging out there after their practices — that includes the boy they have a crush on and who made them a song writer.

᯾ pairing: kang taehyun x reader

᯾ genre(s): social media au, university/college au, fluff, humor, angst

᯾ warning(s): swearing/cursing, more will be added

᯾ other(s): mentions of nct dream, a lot of memes, timestamps are not related at all, more will be added...

᯾ status: finished

᯾ schedule: finished

᯾ taglist: (send me an ask!)

00. Profiles :: 01 . my beloved :: 02. leave

03. SIKE :: 04. shameless :: 05. quietly walk away

06. simp mode :: 07. vinyl and coffee

08. Hard way :: 09. deserved. :: 10. 🙂

11. I hate it here :: 12. let's fight :: 13. L in the chat

14. betrayal of the year :: 15. are you bluffing? // 15.5. u know what?

16. my baby Tyunnie :: 17. Apple on a tree

18. Get out :: 19. Yours? :: 20. ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

21. B A B Y :: 22. Stupid Mouth :: 23. Date

24. Rough :: 25. SOMEONE :: 26. My head hurts

27. Stranger :: 28. I'm in love again

29. SHOOT YOUR SHOT :: 30. Moment of Silence

31. Always :: 32. Counting down

33. THAT'S ILLEGAL :: 34. Lovelie is so cute

35. Outfit of the day! :: 36. Magic :: 37. Accept his Request

38. Appreciation Post :: 39. I'm a Huening now

Epilogue // Vinyl and Coffee

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

HOORAY

actually i wanna expand on that :)

power bottom!gyu loves to smack u around and tell u what to do but melts as soon as u tug on his hair or loosely wrap ur fingers around his neck <3 power bottom!gyu can (and sometimes will) physically overpower u with ease but chooses not to bcs he loves when his pretty little petal takes control!! power bottom! gyu who always chides “do it, u won’t” but turns into a flustered little whore when u take him up on that offer :(( power bottom!gyu teases u in front of the boys bcs he knows u won’t do anything while they’re around, but they all know they’ll be hearing him whining ur name by the end of the night (and they’re looking forward to it!! exhibitionist!txt tease???) power bottom!gyu begs for and demands dominance but forgets how to speak when u finally relinquish control </3 and finally, power bottom!gyu loves to “accidentally” bite u too hard because the tone u take with him when he steps out of line makes his lil cock twitch <3

also here

do with this what u will

...AHEM

i wanna tie him up and make him cry, i wanna tease and edge him with a vibrator and then overstimulate him until he's crying, his stomach and thighs covered in cum while he's a drooling, writhing mess, begging me to stop, thats he's too sensitive but he's just just so pretty whining and whimpering, tears streaming down his red cheeks. i wanna bend him over and peg him, gripping his hips and fucking him back onto the strap and watching him grip the bedsheets while he lets out all his pretty moans, his angelic face contorted in pleasure. i wanna spank him and call him my pretty little slut, watching my red handprints form on his plump ass, tainting his pretty skin. i wanna hear his whimpers while i let him dry hump me like the desperate little pup he is:(

i'm gonna shut up🧍🏻

holy shit

#.TXT AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL.!!

#.genre:: highschool!au

#.warnings:: none.

#.author's notes:: queued.

#.yeonjun.!!

the “it” boy at school, no one can deny that. leads the dance club, being the main reason why they get 1st place at dance competitions. girls want him but he’s not focused on that, probably thinks they only talk to him because they are interested in his band because yes, yeonjun is in a band. cares a lot about his grades and often helps other students with homework and such. he’s the hallway crush of so many people. the type to joke around with his friends in the hallways and lean against the lockers like a real jock. although he is said to be the most handsome guy at school, he’s known for being super loyal to his friends and nice to everyone he meets.

#.soobin.!!

the principal probably called him to his office one day to compliment his determination in getting good grades. has a cartoon lunchbox and was made fun for it until anime started to get more popular. wears his glasses all the time and they always get so dirty that he has a handkerchief in his pocket to clean them with. stays at the library a lot and the old woman at the desk loves him because he always puts the books back on their shelves silently. probably bumps a lot into other people and has to constantly pick up his papers from the floor because he often forgets his binder or notebooks at home. rumor was that the cheerleading captain used to have a crush on him.

#.beomgyu.!!

he’s the guy everyone has a love-hate relationship with. probably the one to start random food fights every three months or so. people call him weird because he used to have an emo phase during his second year of highschool. someone made a shrine for him in one of the empty lockers because he showed up one day with a black hairband and longer hair after a holiday. he’s the kid who jokes around in hope to get attention because he feels misunderstood and unloved by his entourage. he played the electric guitar in his free time until yeonjun found out and invited him to join his band. now, he seems much happier than before with his new close friend group and he gets less in trouble.

#.taehyun.!!

he arrives super late at school every day but manages to arrive on time in class because he skates through the hallways, which he gets scolded occasionally for. usually in the middle row because he has bad eyesight but doesn’t want to get caught sleeping. he does actually care for his grades but spends a lot of time exploring the city at night so he’s always tired and thus, even more quiet. came back after summer break with freshly dyed hair and was ranked second on the “pretty boys” list. more appreciated than he thinks he is and was surprised when people defended him after he got falsely accused of cheating on an exam. a meme of his shocked face went around school when the physics teacher put a table on fire.

#.huening kai.!!

he’s just never alone, always accompanied by one of his friends. people envy his friendship because his friends wait for him after class and offer him their lunch desserts. makes a lot of bad jokes and is just generally awkward but he’s just so loveable that it’s cute. was probably the new student but was immediately “adopted” by the popular (nice) guys at school. throws little notes around class and gets caught at least three times a week but the notes are all little doodles, dad jokes or “which page are we on???”, so the teachers let him get away with it. people started coming earlier to school just because he hosted the morning announcements for a few months.

do not copy, steal or repost. all content belongs to @odxrilove

#.permanent taglist:: @0x1lovebot @itsyaapollochild @fairybinie @meraniki @blaqpinksthetic @odetoyeonjun @pockyandme @lolalee24 @soobin-chois @kaimal @yjwfav

[SKZ VLOG] Changbin 5

the boys next door (l. hs, s. jy, p. sh, p.js)

no panties (l.hs): read here

sugar coated (s.jy): read here

let me in (l.hs, s.jy): read here

hard (p.sh, p.js): read here