"la Vie Est Belle"

fun fact: juyeon’s hands are literally 20.5 cm meaning his fingeres are more or less 10 cm.

about Juyeon's veiny hands....

beautiful, those long fingers can make his lover beg for more oh so easily. Be it wrapped around your neck, gripping your hips or smacking your thighs, his hands can make you feel so good. It's so easy to have you rolling your hips up to match his pace as he buries his fingers deeper into you, pumping and curling them up. So easy to make you cum like that, to make you suck on his fingers and clean the mess you made all over his hand. To spread his fingers and tease your lips with them, to make you gag and call you a slut for acting like that way.

it went too far I'm sorry what

Sunghoon

hello and welcome to my blog ! after a while without posting, i have finally decided to break my silence bringing an enhypen reaction !! so this is enhypen’s hyung line reaction to when you cut your long hair and get yourself a pixie/bob cut.

warnings: none, i guess. ★ genre: fluff, i believe. ★ word count: 437 words.

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % heeseung: i feel like you were already joking around like “oh, what if i cut my hair”, but he didn’t actually believe that you were capable of such a thing. specially because your hair was almost hitting your waist, it has never been this long. heeseung loves your hair, honestly. the color, the texture… the length. when he saw that you had a haircut, at first he wouldn’t recognize you. then, he would be stunned because, HELL YEAH YOU NAILED IT!!! how could you look so attractive with long AND short hair? i feel like he would be dramatic like “you killed my lovely hair” but he would have so much fun playing with your exposed neck.

other members after the cut

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % jongseong: probably he was the one to give you the idea to get a haircut. he even helped you choose it. you were complaining about how everything seemed the same and how boring your hair was, when he came up with the idea for you to cut your hair just to experiment it. hair grows back, as we all know. so he didn’t really make a big deal of getting the haircut. however, when he first got his eyes on your exposed neck, HE WAS PETRIFIED. 

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % jaeyun: giggles every time he sees you since he was already planning on how to smoothly give you a neck kiss. he likes the idea of having your neck exposed, since it’s one of his favourite parts of your body. he loves to see it how delicate you look when you put a dress on and your new haircut wouldn’t change it. jake just loves it how you look soft and fierce at the same time, you look different and unique. It’s like you’re a new type of flower and he was the first one to own it. HE WOULD DEFINITELY SHOW YOU OFF!! “hey matte, do you see that pretty girl? oh, yeah. she’s my girlfriend. pretty, right?”

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % sunghoon: sunghoon would definitely flirt with you! “who are you, lady? my girlfriend is a jealous woman, but i guess she wouldn’t mind if i say you’re pretty” and you can’t look me in the eye and say he wouldn’t be like “wow you look even prettier than before” and then he would go like “ofc you do, you’re my girlfriend”. sunghoon would actually get shy over the fact he finds you even more attractive and would even try to make some jokes to hide it, since no matter what, he loves you and sometimes this love can be really physical… if you know what i mean. 

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anyway loves, hope you like it. stay tunned for more. maknae line's reaction is comming up soon! <3

Are we ever okay?

u ok?

take some time and drink some water!!! 🎶🎶🎶

9:32 PM

pairing: boyfriend! park sunghoon x reader genre: fluff going out with sunghoon, the way lovers do (≧◡≦) ♡ an: sunghoon looks so good here im drooling. he'd really be the perfect bf

thinking about you and sunghoon going out on a date >_<

he'd pick you up from your house, with flowers in hand. pink roses. you called for your mom to prepare a vase with water, though your house was already filled with flowers from previous date nights. sunghoon would have the cheesiest smile. his boyish good looks always made you weak.

"hi, y/n!"

your parents loved him, maybe even more than you did, and you had to drag him out the house when they invited him in. if he stayed for too long, you knew that you wouldn't have any time to spend with him by yourself. you still shiver at the thought of him versus your dad playing board games. sidenote - don't leave sunghoon alone with a scrabble board, EVER.

after you left your house, he'd walk you to the restaurant a few blocks away that he grew up eating at, the one that his mom always liked. he'd pay for the check, and try to make jokes to the server to make you laugh. he'd order the most expensive thing on the menu, just to treat you! (even though his bank account couldn't really handle it.)

after that, he'd take you out on a walk on the streets of seoul. you'd walk on the inner part of the sidewalk, while he walked on the side closest to the street, of course. he'd hold your hand gently and shyly, lacing his fingers between yours.

it'd be a cold night, but he'd hold onto your shoulder so you'd stay warm. you could see your breath.

he'd talk about anything and everything - his first impression of you, what he dreamt about last night, his favorite artists, his hopes and dreams... he was one of a kind in that regard; with him, you could talk for hours about anything and you still wouldn't get bored. although, that's probably due to how loud he'd laugh at even the unfunniest jokes. (he's laughing because he wants to impress you!)

that's really what you liked so much about him, his laugh. it was deep, and rumbled through your chest. it made your heart burn with love. you talked for hours, just trying to hear more of that laugh. walking around with him after dinner was peaceful.

you'd giggle like little kids when you crossed the road with only 8 seconds left. he'd take the lead and sprint across, the only thing helping you keep up was his hand in yours. the streets filled with your laughter.

when it got late, you guys visited a local music store. the neon sign invited the two of you in, and you couldn't help but spend your money on a vinyl even though you didn't have a record player. and sunghoon made a cheesy joke about how the cd couldn't shine brighter than your eyes, and you'd have to give him a pity laugh. at least he tried!

but he'd open the door for you on the way out, and hold you tight to him. the cold would bite at your cheeks, but you felt warm and bubbly like you always did with sunghoon.

as the night quieted down, he'd walk you home. he was always such a gentlemen.

"thank you for letting me take y/n out!"

as they closed the door, they'd exclaim that he was so polite. they gushed that he was the one.

with sunghoon, there was never any question if he loved you. it was you, always you. it made your heart clench, and it made you feel fuzzy all over.

an: GOD WHENNNN (ᗒ^ᗕ)❤ also, i really like this one! hope you all enjoy teehee

needy baby ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

paring: 성훈 x fmr

warning: cnc! smut! reader is described as thin, size kink

You tossed and turned in bed. Too horny to let sleep take over. The ache between your thighs was maddening, and the cool brush of the sheets against your skin only made it worse. You were so worked up it hurt—your legs pressed tight together, your chest rising and falling sharply, ribs faintly visible under the cling of your tank top.

You wanted Sunghoon so badly it was getting in the way of everything—sleep, sanity, breath. You could feel him beside you. Big. Warm. Still.

There was only one way to fix this.

You shifted slowly, limbs light and sharp with angles, and peeled the thick blanket off your narrow frame. The tank top barely clung to your chest, the curve of your ribs showing with every breath. You looked like a whisper beside him—fragile, restless.

You crawled on top of him, moving carefully, your knees pressing down gently onto the mattress. You were so light he didn’t even stir. Your little shorts had ridden up, barely clinging to your ass now, the fabric caught high over your hips, thin thighs spread open as you straddled his lap.

Sunghoon slept peacefully beneath you, chest rising and falling with calm rhythm. His bare torso was broad and solid under your palms. You stared at him—gorgeous and unfairly still—his muscles relaxed, arms stretched at his sides. The size difference between you was absurd. His body made yours look like something fragile, breakable.

You bit your lip and rolled your hips forward, grinding gently against the bulge in his boxers. It was already there—thick, warm, pressing up against you. With every shift of your hips, you could feel it harden beneath you. You gasped quietly, the friction teasing your slick entrance through your thin clothes.

You let out a faint giggle, trembling. This was working. Your body—small, trembling, sharp in all the wrong ways—was driving him crazy, even in sleep.

Sliding down slightly, your fingers found the waistband of his boxers. Carefully, slowly, you pulled them down just enough—not wanting to wake him, not yet. His cock sprang free, thick and long and intimidating. It lay heavy against his stomach, and you stared.

It was huge. Your fingers, so small and thin, barely wrapped around him.

He groaned faintly in his sleep at the touch.

You spit into your hand and began to stroke him, coating him, soft and slow. Your chest rose and fell faster now. He was already twitching in your grip, warm and pulsing. And you were already so wet.

You crawled back up, straddling him once more, and positioned yourself over him. One hand held his cock, the other braced weakly on his chest. Your knees trembled as you lined up and sank down—inch by inch, his cock stretching you open.

A broken moan escaped your throat.

He filled you so deeply it felt like too much. Your tiny body was stretched to its limit, your narrow hips forced wide apart. You whimpered, fighting the urge to stop—fighting the burn that came with taking something so big in a body so tiny. But you needed this. You needed him.

Sunghoon stirred beneath you—just a little. A quiet, breathy moan left his lips. Still asleep.

Once you’d adjusted, you began to move—slow at first, bouncing on his cock with shaky, delicate motions. Your hands were pressed flat on his chest, trying to keep yourself upright as your thin thighs trembled with every drop. You could feel every ridge, every twitch. It was overwhelming, filling, perfect.

Your bones ached with every motion, your chest flushed, sweat slicking the skin over your shoulders. Your breathing turned ragged as your pace quickened. You were lost in the stretch, the fullness, the sound of slick skin and needy gasps. You didn’t even care if he woke up.

And then—A large hand suddenly wrapped around your waist, fingers digging deep into the softest part of your side, gripping tight enough to make you gasp.

You flinched. Your head snapped down—and met his gaze. Sunghoon was awake.

His voice came out rough and dark, laced with amusement. “Such a dirty girl.”

His hand slid up your side, over your ribs, and stopped just under your chest, fingers splayed over the fragile curve of you. You were shaking, eyes glassy, tears clinging to your lashes. Your lips were swollen, bitten raw. Your back arched instinctively.

He looked down at where your small body sat on his cock, trembling and wet.

“You really thought you could take me by yourself, huh?” he growled against your throat, his voice low, wicked. “Tiny little thing—thought you could ride this dick and not get wrecked?”

You moaned, helpless.

Sunghoon sat up and wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. His mouth met your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out, cunt clenching around him.

“Guess I better help you finish what you started.”

And then he moved. He rose up, slammed you back down. Again. Again.

You cried out, the air knocked from your lungs. Your bones jolted with each bounce, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room. He used you—lifted you, dropped you, fucked into you so hard it hurt. Your body bent easily in his grip, thin wrists clinging to his shoulders, your breath hitching every time his cock slammed home.

You sobbed against his neck, overwhelmed. Sunghoon kissed your tears. Smiled. And then kept going.

Your body trembled in his arms, shoulders rising and falling with every ragged breath. You clung to him with weak fingers, barely able to wrap your arms around his neck, your thin frame rocking with every brutal thrust.

Sunghoon held you like you weighed nothing.

You gasped as he fucked up into you again, your thighs shaking as your spine bowed under the pressure. Your knees were nearly slipping off his hips now, legs spread wide across his lap. Your hips were red from his grip, his fingertips leaving marks in your skin. He was relentless—grinding you down onto him so deep it felt like your body couldn’t take anymore.

But he wasn’t done.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and flipped you—your back hitting the mattress with a soft, breathless sound, the weight of your small frame barely disturbing the bed. He hovered over you now, his body massive, blocking out the dim light above. You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes, your collarbones sharp against the pillows, chest heaving.

Sunghoon took in the sight of you—stretched out, slick and shaking, your limbs spread beneath him, too thin to put up even the illusion of resistance.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost reverent, as he reached down and grabbed your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head like it was nothing. “So fucking breakable.”

You whimpered, lips parted, unable to answer—your body already clenching around him as he slid back inside. You could barely breathe. He filled you completely, stretching your narrow hips wide again, deeper this time. The angle was brutal. Perfect. Your head fell back against the pillow, back arching sharply as he bottomed out.

“hoonie—” you gasped, voice cracking.

He leaned in close, his mouth brushing your ear. “Say it again.”

“h-hoonie.”

“Say who’s fucking so good.”

“You—hoon, it’s you—”

He groaned low and bit your shoulder, sucking bruises into the thin stretch of skin there. Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, but they barely reached. You were trembling, tears sliding down the sides of your face from how deep he was. Your back pressed into the bed, hands twitching in his grip.

And he loved it.

He watched you fall apart beneath him, fucked out and ruined, your tiny frame jerking with every thrust. You looked so helpless, so wrecked—thin thighs trembling, lips swollen, voice gone. All because of him.

“Made to take it,” he murmured, hips slamming into yours, sweat dripping down his neck. “No one else could fuck this body but me.”

You moaned—a broken, high sound. Your back arched again, trying to meet every thrust, but it was too much. You were too small, too overwhelmed. You didn’t even know if you were crying from the pain or the pleasure. Maybe both.

Your whole world was just him. His cock. His hands. His voice in your ear.

“G-Gonna cum,” you whimpered, choking on the words.

“Then cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel that tight little body shake.”

You shattered.

Your walls clamped down around him, eyes rolling back, hips shaking violently as the orgasm hit you like a wave. Sunghoon cursed under his breath, thrusting through it, dragging it out. You writhed beneath him, arms still pinned, voice breaking into sobs as you fell apart.

And still—he didn’t stop.

“Not done with you,” he growled, hips pounding harder. “Not ‘til I see you cry for real.”

You whimpered his name again, voice soft and desperate. “Please.”

... i see the vision...

You know who I think would make an absolute bangin Mr Darcy in a Kdrama adaptation of P&P?

Lee Soo-hyuk.

Teaser | Across the Continent

‘Online love doesn’t exist.’

That’s what you said to your friends when they have their internet lovers. Of course, the bitter you said that because at that time you met a guy from an app similar to tinder but eventually when the two of you met irl, the jeje, conyo guy rejected you in front of the whole school. That really humiliated you. He wasn’t worthy of you tbh, he did NOT deserve you. You really don’t get why some people would already catch feelings for someone they literally just met online.

The concept didn’t make sense to you at all. So you decided to not fall some random guy online.

But..

“Haaah..putangina..”

@jay_parkkk

can’t wait to see soon, babe! <3

You curse under your breath, feeling itchy as your scratch your head in distress. You stood up from your office chair and walking out of your room, leaving your suppose lover on read.

You said that online love doesn’t exist right? Scratch that, you actually found yourself a boy from a decent dating app. It is a shock that you and Jay will be celebrate your two years anniversary, together, at the Philippines.

Umm, did I hear that right? Philippines?

Yes, Philippines. Apparently your boyfriend already booked a flight ticket from America— from another continent— to Philippines and apparently will be arriving two days from now. And now you’re panicking about his arrival.

It would’ve been okay if you’re still in your apartment, you can let him stay a while for there together but you’re in your province right now. Where all your relatives live under the same roof, same neighborhood and the same street.

“Boyfriend na foreigner!?” Will be their reactions for sure. Although all of them already knew you have a boyfriend, you only told your parents and siblings about where he’s from and where you two met.

They were amused, who knew the bitter girl would contradicts herself and finds a american-korean guy in some online dating app.

It would be an absolute disaster if Jay meets your whole family tree.

Your, quote and quote, family tree.

“Maaaaa, anong gagawin ko!” You shriek in panic, biting your nails as you walk back and forth through the kitchen isle. “Hay nako. Mamaya papagalitan nanaman ako ni lola tsaka sasabihin na—wag kang basta bastang magtitiwala ng mga taong nakilala mo sa internet!” You said, imitating your grandma’s voice with two of your hands place in you hips.

Your mother laughs and proceeds to continue cooking bihon for today’s dinner. “Y/N, malaki kana. Nagsisisi kaba sa mga desisyon mo?” She glances at you and lightly shakes her head. Taking a break from cooking, she grabs a container of fresh mangoes and hands it to you. “Ito oh. Ibigay mo ‘to sa lola mo. Galing pa ‘yan sa kuya mo sa Zambales. Tapos sasabihin mo din kay lola mo na dadating boyfriend mo dito.” She pats you shoulders, pushing you out of the kitchen and gave a smile.

“Ma! Di mo gets talaga, kukurutin ako ‘non! Gusto mo bang mamatay bunso mo—” Your proclaims were interrupted by your niece’s loud voice.

“Hala, tita! May tumatawag sayo!” Your niece shouts from the living room.

“Sino daw sila?”

“Ano daw..Johnson? Ah! Jongsung?” Upon hearing the incorrect name, you immediately run straight to the leaving room snatching the phone from your niece without even realizing you had press the answer button.

“Hi babe.”

“B-babe!?” You niece exclaimed rather loudly from the sudden nickname.

“Anong babe?” Your grandma walks out of the room, sending a suspicious glance to the two of you.

“Hello po la!” You cheerfully said, trying so hard to hide your panic as you attempt to end the call with Jay which terribly failed. Your phone slipped from your hands which led to your niece catching it.

“Babe? Is everything okay?” Jay questions, worried that something happened.

“Wow, ang sosyal ng english ha. Taray naman.” Your niece loudly exclaims upon hearing your lover’s voice. “Tita, gwapo naman ng boses! Parang pogi typings ang dating.”

“Bunso, sinabi mo naba sa lola mo tungkol kay Jongseong?” Your mother added as she walks out from the kitchen drying her hands with a towel.

“English? Sino ‘yan? Sino si Jongseong?”

“Umm h-hahaha ano ba pinagsasabi mo ma.”

“Tama! Jongseong!” Your niece excitedly glee. “Hello po, sino ho— ay i mean who are you?!”

“Hoy!” You panicked.

“I—”

“Jay nO—!”

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend from america— well I’m actually from korea but I was born in america!”

A pregnant silence followed. You literally want to dig a hole and bury yourself from shame. The entrance door let’s out a squeaky noise as your eyes traveled to it, there you see your other relatives such as you aunties and uncles huddling from outside with eyes and mouth wide open.

“k-korea!?!?!”

Masterlist

my toxic trait is consuming absurd amounts of various digestible liquids. my 10 litre stock of chocolate milk was finished a few weeks ago, just finished two 2 litre boxes of peach iced tea while still keeping up with my daily 3 litre water intake, had a coffee drinking marathon all day yesterday and tomorrow im gonna feel like honey green tea maybe who knows

#hoon

i would let him do unspeakable things that are absolutely concerning to feminism in all forms.