୨୧　𝓓RENCHED 𝓘N 𝓨OU ─ 박성훈

all for the sake of throne — psh (m)

pairing: king!sunghoon x queen!reader

genre: explicit, royalty au, marriage au, not minor friendly

synopsis: as a king, sunghoon was perfect. He was intelligent, kind, confident — basically everything a woman would want, not to mention how great he was in bed as the cherry on top. But why did his wife seemed to disagree? Did she really hate him or was it all an act? Sunghoon didn’t know, but he was for sure sick of hiding his feelings.

warnings: dom!king hoon, he’s a little annoying but in a hot way, lovers in denial, hint of e2l, small plot, bathtub s*x, unprotected s*x, mentions of kitchen s*x, cute love confession at the end, this is mostly cute imo

word count: 2.7k

note: this is practically my version of the even days on Queen Charlotte, enjoy 🫰🏼

Let’s get over with it, you thought to yourself, standing before the glorious gates of the king’s room as you pushed them open, walking inside with a confidence that was half fake. 

You did not like doing this, not one bit, yet you weren’t given the luxury of making your own decisions. 

After all you had one task — birthing a new heir for the throne, it couldn’t be that hard now could it? 

However it was, it really was hard with a person like him — with a person who’s not only a know it all but also as stubborn as a goat. 

Gosh, he was so annoying with his stupidly handsome face and no, you did not care if it was a treason to call him that. 

But the hardest part wasn’t the fact that you had to perform the “marital act” with him every other day on even days of the week, it was the fact that you had to hide that you actually liked it and that you were not being pretentious. 

Why the hiding, you wonder? Because he was a jerk, a great king for his nation, true, but a trashy husband to you. And if you were supposed to age together, he had to improve, whether he liked it or not. 

Which was why you were determined to get on his nerves just as much as he did to yours, thinking that it could make him question his perfect self, maybe for the sake of his marriage. 

And well, given that he also was tired of hiding his feelings for you, that sly plan of yours seemed to have hope. 

“We’re supposed to spend the night together.” You said as you stood before the bathtub that Sunghoon, who happened to be the mentioned king and husband, was bathing in, “It’s an even day today.” 

Oh yeah, right, even day, he thought as he eyed you up and down, lips curling up to a smug smirk which dictated the fact that he liked your nightgown. 

You looked astonishing, just like how you always did. 

It was really a shame that he won’t be telling you that though, since you were treating him as if he was your enemy ever since your first morning together, making him wonder what he did so wrong. 

I mean, you were newly wedded, both of you had given consent for this marriage so what was the issue? Why were you so mean to him? 

He honestly didn’t have a clue, but it was true that his patience was running out thanks to you, and your cute little grumpy face. 

“Leave us.” He ordered at the young man, his servant, who was standing by the door. 

As the young man followed his command, you slipped out of your slippers, trying to untie the knot above the tiny buttons of your gown to take it off of you, but failing miserably despite your continuous attempts. 

“Just get in.” Sunghoon bluntly spoke, eyes looking somewhat amused as he laid in the tub clothless, his muscular body full on display before you. 

Yes he was unbearable as a person, but let’s be honest, he was hot as hell — maybe even hotter thanks to his cockiness. 

Without rejecting, you did as you were told, stepping inside the warm water, letting it wet the long skirt of your gown as you kneeled in between his legs. 

He didn’t resist your touch once you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, lips resting merely an inch away from each other as you both sighed with expectation. 

He was the one that closed the unnecessary gap, pushing his plump lips that you secretly really liked kissing on yours. 

You leaned over as you kissed him back, placing your legs on both sides of his thighs, letting him pull you on his manhood with the grasp he had on your waist. 

He was eager, so eager, and why did you enjoy that? 

It felt like you were both in a rush to feel each other, almost as if you were doing this out of love and not because you were forced by the elders, aka his mom and her useless council of lords. 

Well, calling this love would be bold but one thing was for sure, and it was that no power in the world could force either of you into doing something you didn’t like. 

So yeah, despite the fact that none of you admit it, the even days of the week were for sure your favorite. 

The way you both hissed once his tip brushed over your entrance was a living proof of that as you broke the kiss for a brief second, wanting to take a look at his handsome face. 

He was frowning, biting his lips as you sank down on him, taking him more and more gradually until there was nothing left outside. 

Ugh that feeling — the feeling of him filling you up to the max, it was freaking perfect. 

His hands were now roaming on your body, caressing your back and playıng with your breasts over the thin fabric that weighed on you. 

He groaned once you started to rock your hips on his, digging his nails into your skin almost as if he was trying to leave a mark behind. 

The way you squeezed him tightly with your warmth was one thing, he was in love with it, true, but what drove him insane was the look on your face — the look of pure pleasure as you began to ride him, mouth gaping open to leave the most beautiful whimpers he has ever heard. 

Ugh seriously, how dare you could be so attractive when you were so rebellious? He couldn’t stand that, you know? 

You truly deserved a punishment for that, queen or not. 

Placing both hands on your hips, he led you into a faster pace, all the while sneakily making his way back to your lips, enclosing them with his needy ones. 

God he hated you, he hated to feel so needy for you, he hated the fact that he was burning for you while you treated him like shit, causing him to go mad all alone with the thoughts of you spiraling inside his mind. 

But he loved you, he loved you so much that he was enduring it for you, pretending to be okay with it all — pretending to be only doing this for the sake of the throne. 

Whereas he didn’t even care for an heir, not a single bit, no, he was just lying to not give you the upper hand. 

Because how could he just confess his wild love for you when you were complaining about how bothering it was to have him breathing in the rooms of your palace just the other day? 

Yeah, it was true that you made up for yourself after that with how you let him fuck you on the dinner table but let’s be honest, it was still really rude, even for you. 

He couldn’t just forget about that, could he? 

But honestly, he sort of really wanted to, especially when all he cared about was the way you made him feel every time he touched you, every time he made you his and every time he filled you up with his seeds — just like how he was about to do right now. 

“Close,” you mumbled, arching your back as you let your head fall behind, your lips separating from his to expose more of your gorgeous neck for him, “I'm close, do not slow down.” 

He scoffed, speechless at the audacity you had then again. You were giving orders to the king himself without a single care in the world, surely you were a mad woman, maybe as mad as him even. 

Or maybe you were his perfect match, just like his servant pointed out the other day. 

Giving a light squeeze to your buttocks, he trailed his hands on your body, reaching to your neck to wrap his hands around it. He didn’t forget to fondle your tıts on his way there, loving the way they were perfectly fitting in his palms. 

After his long fingers were placed tightly around your throat, he pulled you down, speaking against your lips before he kissed them, “You can be a lady for once and ask for it kindly, you know,” he whispered, sarcastic with his tone, “it won’t kill you, I promise.” 

“Please,” you replied, which was enough to surprise him as he froze in his spot, suddenly gulping down was an unmanageable task at the sound of your whiny request, “just don’t slow down, please.” 

Shaking his head, he tried to break the spell you just unknowingly casted on him, “See,” he cleared his throat, pretending his best to seem unbothered, “it was not that hard now, was it my queen?”  

“It was, actually,” you disagreed, pecking his lips with a shit eating grin on your face, “my heart almost stopped as I was saying the p word, my king.” 

He giggled, biting his lips as he moved closer to give you a proper kiss, his tongue melting on yours once he poked it inside your mouth.

Although the conversation between you could be called cute, his thrusts and his kisses couldn't be included in the same category. 

Guess he isn’t such a gentleman when it comes to making love, you thought, secretly enjoying this side of him. 

And by the passing second, he only became more and more aggressive, the pressure in between your legs increasing a crazy amount with every push of his hips. 

“Sunghoon ..” you called out for him in between sloppy kisses, struggling to keep yourself on your knees with the way they trembled. 

“I know, do not worry,” he whispered, feeling the same way as you, desperately craving his high, almost like a teen boy, “I won’t stop until you’re there, I promise.” 

And oh dear God, the list of things that he could sacrifice over the way you kissed him right now, it had no limit. 

This was the first time he’s seen you being so needy, so passionate and so defenseless with him that he couldn’t help but to wonder if the whole “I hate your existence” thing that you got going on with him was fake. 

Perhaps you were pretending just like him, but what for?

Now that he thought about it, maybe he hasn’t been a good husband to you and maybe — that was the reason behind your small riots. 

If that was the case, then there was hope for your marriage, which without a doubt was all he asked for.

For sure you had your reasons to be beefing with him, I mean he had many faults towards you — like leaving you all alone at the first night of your marriage just so he could ‘observe the stars’ in his private observatory, but in the bigger picture it really was not his fault either. 

He was raised to be a king, to be perfect, to be a scientist, to be a role model — not to be a husband unfortunately, and that hasn’t been a problem until after you’ve arrived.

Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t complaining, it was just that your existence near him changed more than he thought. 

First of all it changed him and it really was harder than you could guess to adjust.

Just a few days back he was a young boy who did not care for anything else besides the planet Venus, yet today the only thing that he was thinking about was you, and what he could do to impress you, in hopes of making you hate him less.  

So to put it shortly, he just needed some time to make everything perfect, that was all. 

It was your pretty voice what pulled him out of his trans as you were calling for the name of god after his. Your body was collapsed on his, your arms wrapped around his neck while you were panting against his ear, putting your last drop of energy to your legs in order to be able to keep on bouncing upon him. 

“Shhh, you’re alright,” he whispered as he hugged your waist, taking some weight off your tired knees as he helped you with your movements using his strong arms, leading you up and down repeatedly, “I’ve got you y/n, it’s alright.” 

“I’m … I-I think I’m …” 

“Do it.” he cut your words, lips landing endless kisses on your neck as his grip tightened. His face was buried on your skin while he was trying to focus on his nearing high, hoping to arrange it at the same time with yours. 

And he was successful with it, the seeds of your future generation spilling from his thick shaft into you, filling you up all good like your previous times.

Neither of you were quiet with your climaxes as you both groaned and sighed, hands all over each other, desperately searching for a space to hold on. 

“Are you well?” he managed to utter after a while later, all breathless as he rested his face on your shoulders. You seemed just as exhausted as him, he could tell it from the way your heart was beating. 

Yes, it was so loud that he could hear it, wasn’t that so cute?

“Mhm, I’m .. uhh .. fine.” you replied, forcing out your words with your half closed eyes, trying to remove yourself from where you were sitting on top of Sunghoon with your weak arms. “I should leave you .. um, good night.”

Now that you were done with each other, it was time that you left, right? I mean, It wasn’t like you had any good reasons to stay anyway. 

Well, it looked like Sunghoon did not agree with you, not in the slightest bit. 

“Wait — ” he stopped you, raising his head from where it was resting on your chest to look you in the eyes. And your eyes, lord, they were so beautiful. “Don’t leave tonight, just stay,” he said, using his kindest tone, “please, y/n, I’m asking you.”

“But — ”

“No buts,” he shushed you, caressing your lips with his thumb as he pressed it on them, “enough with this cold war between us, let us put an end to it already, yeah?” 

You were left tongue-tied at his sudden offer, fluttering your lashes a few times as you observed his face. He was serious — sincere even, you could sense it with your heart, which was a first.

Were you surprised? hell yes, but this was a good thing. 

He was trying to show that he was willing to take the first step for you and needless to say, it was as impressive as it was cute. He was probably freaking out on the inside, hoping miserably for you to take a step towards him as well, so that the unbearable gap between you two would vanish. 

Clearing your throat, “Yeah,” you hummed, nodding your head,  “I’d love that.” 

“And no more even days or odd days,” he added, wrapping his arms around you even stronger, wanting to give you no space in case you tried to run away, “we shall have all of our days like this, together.”

Failing to stop your curiosity from getting the best of you, “But why now?” you asked. 

I mean this was sweet and all, like who wouldn’t want peace with their husband but, what happened out of nowhere? You wanted to know, you had to know so you repeated yourself,  “Why the change now?” 

“Because I want my wife every day of the week, regardless of the date,” he answered, his eyes never leaving yours as they burned a hole through your soul, “I love her too much to let another day go to waste without her near me, that’s why.”

Wait, did you hear that right? Did he just tell you that he — ohmygod, did he just confess?

“Y-you … you love me?” 

“I’m crazy about you, my queen,” he approved, a beautiful smile spreading all over on his handsome face as he leaned in to steal your breath with his lips once again before he whispered, 

“I’m as crazy as a mad dog for you, if only you could see.”

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i actually like tumblr bc no one else in my social circle has it so as the hypocrite that i am i can peacefully talk shit about them without them knowing

je t’aime.

➞ pairing: best friend!heeseung x gn!reader.

➞ prompt/type of au: “ah, pretty, why are you blushing this hard? all i did was say ‘i love you’ in french.”

➞ genre: fluff. kinda bff2l implied?? shrugs.

➞ w.c: 0.8k words.

➞ tw: one (1) swear word. heeseung being flirty (heeseung himself is a big warning…)

ela says💬: happy v-day! this is so self-indulgent like,, the chokehold this man has on me?? impressive. anyways, this is small, but i hope you like it nonetheless^^ / feedback is always welcomed and deeply appreciated<3

DAY 1 OUT OF 7 — the season of love. ♡

“Y/n! Can you come here for a second?” Your best friend’s voice echoes through your shared apartment, so accommodating some dishes you just finished washing and drying inside the cupboard, you turn around and start making your way towards him.

“Coming!”

Entering Heeseung’s room, you see him sitting right beside his desk on his office’s chair, a small, mischievous smile adorning his pretty lips. His dirty-blonde hair is sticking everywhere, but it makes him look so cute under the dimmed lights of the place. He’s wearing that damned sleeveless white top he hasn’t let go since he bought it, and you wouldn’t admit it out loud because you knew you would be targeted to endless teasing, but he looked really good (but it’s Lee Heeseung we’re talking about here, he always looked good with everything), and his reading glasses are perched on his pretty upturned nose. There’s plenty of notebooks thrown around along with books on his work table, his laptop placed right in the middle of the chaos, a word document opened and displaying thousands of words, of what you assume, is his homework.

“What’s up, Hee?” You walk to him to pat his head in an endearing way, making him giggle a little. Sitting on the corner of his bed, you give him a curious stare, making him bite the inside of his cheek at your cute face.

Heeseung clears his throat, pointing behind his shoulder and towards his laptop. “I was doing my french homework, mind me if I practice some words with you?”

The boy gets closer to you after you shake your head in a negative manner, muttering under your breath a small confirmation, “go ahead.” Heeseung takes this as a cue to get closer, since he was now a few meters away from you. You could feel that familiar warmness exuding from his frame, the faint smell of his musky cologne filling your senses and making your head start to feel dizzy.

The boy gets a soft hold of your hand so he can start playing around with your fingers absentmindedly, while he looks you dead in the eye with something between the lines of playfulness and child-like feeling hiding behind his pretty brown orbs.

“Bonjour,” he starts, tilting his head a little in expectation at your answer. Laughing, you nod your head. You would be lying if you said you were an expert in knowing a different language, barely managing to speak your mother tongue in a not-so perfect manner, but you weren’t that clueless, so of course you knew what that word meant.

“Bonjour.”

You repeat his greeting nonchalantly, and Heeseung giggles once again, flashing his beautiful smile at you. Being so entranced by his natural beauty, you don’t even notice him getting much closer than before, knees brushing against the other, one of his hands ghosting over your thigh as he tries his best to keep a neutral face.

“Mon amour,” Heeseung whispers in a soft manner, his gaze never leaving yours as he brings your hand closer to his face. “Je t’aime.”

Then, he does the unimaginable: Heeseung leaves an endearing kiss right on your knuckles while never breaking the eye contact with you, making your breath hitch in your throat and thousand butterflies erupt in your stomach at the simple, but lovely action.

There’s a silence that keeps prolonging itself the more the two of you just stare at each other, the dimmed lights not allowing you to seize in his reactions.

Before you can open your mouth to question him further about what the fuck happened just seconds ago, the boy starts chuckling, letting go of your hand (you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling disappointed at this) and getting a hold of chin with his pointer and thumb fingers.

“Ah, pretty, why are you blushing this hard?” The boy says as he tries his best to fight back the smirk that was threatening to form on his face, a teasing tone lingering behind his words. “All I did was say “I love you” in french.”

You felt like choking with your own air at hearing that. Playing it down with clearing your throat, you scoff at him as you look away from his stupidly attractive face.

“Fuck off!— Don’t do that. Stop.”

Heeseung gives you another boyish laugh, “don’t do what, exactly? Do I stop calling you pretty? Or… Do I stop telling you ‘I love you’ in french?”

You don’t answer him, but it’s still enough of a reply for him when you try to play it down by rolling your eyes.

Standing up, the boy walks to you and leaves a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. You hear him mutter something along the lines of “you’re so cute,” and then, he turns around and starts walking towards the kitchen, sparing you the aftermath you were probably feeling because of the small interaction you just had (and to also calm down the erratic beating of his heart at his sudden boldness.)

Heeseung knew what he was doing, of course he knew the effect he had on you.

It made him happy to know that there was some kind of hope for the silent feelings he has held for you for so long now.

PERMANENT TAGLIST (bold can’t get tagged): @pshchives @squiishymeow @hqrana @wonielvr @sunoksunny @chaerybombs @strwberrydinosaur @reinahwanggg @stepout-09-15 @ahnneyong @j-wyoung @yjjungwon @ghostiiess @boowoowho @taejays @ddenoudepression @peachenle @ja4hyvn @julyy07 @sunoosult (if you’re interested in joining, send me an ask or fill this form)

the tears won't stop.

dude is ADORABLE.

heart to heart.

➞ pairing: best friend!jay x gn!reader.

➞ prompt/type of au: “should i stop talking? // don’t. your voice is very soothing to me.”

➞ genre: fluff. kinda bff2l implied,, again… smh ela.

➞ w.c: 0.6k words.

➞ tw: nothing that i can think of?? just jay being kind of whipped (tears were shed…) lmk if i missed smth tho.

ela says💬: wow, second day of consecutive posting, looks like you’re not getting rid of me!! *crowd boos her*/ feedback is always welcomed and deeply appreciated<3

DAY 2 OUT OF 7 — the season of love. ♡

Night has fallen, and the only thing that can be heard is the conversation you and the dark haired boy are whispering to each other, small giggles getting heard from time to time from your side, or feign annoyed groans coming out of your best friend’s mouth whenever you make a small, teasing remark to him.

You’re laying side to side in the comfiness of your bed, arms slightly touching while a soft blanket covers both of you.

Jay adds a comment to whatever you just said seconds ago, tone of voice sounding deep and a little drowsy due the tiring week he had by being drowned in projects and homework (thanks to college.) He wanted to sit up and shake himself awake because he wanted to spend more time talking to you, his heart ached all week for not being able to get a small glimpse of your lovely face, but he knew you’ve been so busy too.

Jay was really trying his best to stay up, but his body was betraying him, his eyes starting to slowly close against his own wishes as he felt the calm buzzing of his body at the sleepiness he was feeling.

He hoped you didn’t notice so he could try and play it off, but to his bad luck, you have always been such an observant person.

(Lowkey, that’s what he loved about you.)

Jay feels you shuffling around, so with a tired gaze, he sees out of the corner of his eye when you get on your left side so you can glance a better at him, your cheek now resting against the palm of your hand.

“Sorry, Seong,” your soft voice makes him melt on the inside. “I see you’re falling asleep, should I stop talking?”

“No. Don’t,” he’s quick to mutter his answer, raising from his position a little to mirror your pose. He felt a desperate need to kiss that pout out of your face. “Don’t stop talking, your voice is very soothing to me.”

Your heart does a weird thing at hearing his sweet wording.

“But you’re falling asleep,” you raise a hand to put away a small strand of hair out of his face, your fingers coming in contact with his skin and almost making him sigh at your small touch, “we can always keep talking tomorrow.”

“But—“

“No ‘but’s, Jongseong,” you interrupt him, laughing when you see his not-so-subtle eye rolling at hearing your small scold. “Stop acting up, and come here.”

Laying on your back again, you open your arms for him, and there’s no need for more words when he accepts your warmth so willingly, quickly encircling your waist while nuzzling his nose against your neck as he sighs in bliss.

“I missed this.” The boy says after some seconds in silence, your hand comes to start playing with his soft hair, feeling the vibration of your body against his when you hum.

Jay doesn’t know if it’s because of the intimate moment you’re sharing, or maybe because he’s feeling very sleep, or maybe… he felt like voicing out his hidden thoughts because of the sentiments he holds deeply for you, but he mutters a small, “I missed you so much” against your skin, sending shivers down your spine and an electrifying feeling shock through your heart.

It takes you some seconds to realize the weight of his words, but when you want to reply to his small, heartfelt sentence, you start hearing Jay’s soft snoring, his breathing becoming quiet and calm.

Kissing the crown of his head, you mutter your heartfelt confession against his soft hair, the moon being the only witness of the unspoken feelings of two friends that were too afraid to let their heart talk for them.

“I missed you too, Jay.”

PERMANENT TAGLIST (bold can’t get tagged): @pshchives @squiishymeow @hqrana @wonielvr @sunoksunny @chaerybombs @strwberrydinosaur @reinahwanggg @stepout-09-15 @ahnneyong @j-wyoung @yjjungwon @ghostiiess @boowoowho @taejays @ddenoudepression @peachenle @ja4hyvn @julyy07 @sunoosult @jaekiths (if you’re interested in joining, pls send an ask or fill this form)

⋆ NERVOUS · lhs

synopsis · something about heeseung makes you nervous

genre · suggestive, possible f2l

notes · ok. u didnt see this from me.

something about heeseung makes you nervous.

you can't point what it is, but something about him has you lost amidst a hundred different thoughts. it could be because of his eyes, the way they seem ever so uninterested and yet, seem to capture every single detail. maybe, it's the way he speaks, his voice, the tone, the faint smirk that always resides on his face for no apparent reason except adding more to his facial features. or perhaps, it's in the way his hands settle on your waist.

you don't know how you ended up on his lap.

the last thing you remember is coming out of shower and, his amused grimace when he saw you in the t-shirt he gifted you on your birthday. heeseung looked more surprised watching you wear the minimalistic piece of clothing instead of the subtle realisation of the fact that this is the first time you're wearing it in seven months. he tells you how well it suits you and how nicely you pull it off, says it would look even better if you pair it with wide bottom jeans. he offers to help you dry your hair, which isn't odd at all since you both have been used to drying each other's hair, sharing clothes— which is mostly on your side— letting the other person stay over. it's a blessing to have a friend who's willing to share everything.

heeseung thinks you look pretty. you smell like citrus and rosemary, it's as if you glow even more under the dim yellow lights of his living room. but you look pretty all the time— in heeseung's mind, there isn't a moment when he didn't associate your image with all the adjectives one could use to compliment someone. though all that aside, heeseung thinks your shirt looks prettier. it fits you so well, just ever so perfectly; it looks so pretty that heeseung now wants to take it off.

and you end up on his lap, you don't know how you got here. you can't seem to remember it. the hair drier is lying astray on the couch, the towels on the floor, a faint sound of his phone ringing up breaks through the decorum and his hands tighten around your waist to have your attention back to him. for a second, you consider getting away, for he's your friend, best friend, someone you've shared the most intricate and important moments of your life with, maybe it's the fear of losing something that's keeping you on your tip-toes, but all those thoughts evaporate out of your mind the moment his fingertips brush against the bare skin under your t-shirt.

your hands are around his neck, his lips are barely inches away from yours, your eyes refuse to leave contact with his; your breath hitches, heeseung makes you nervous. his hands travel further up your skin, leaving transparent patters all along, and it's as if his actions solely managed to get a control of your conscience, because you lean in closer to him, cupping his cheeks before brushing your thumb against his lips.

it seems as if heeseung has won again.

he pulls you closer as if you weren't already close enough, as if the two of you weren't impossibly close to be any more closer, but he manages to make it happen. while his one hand continues to rest on your back, the other one ghosts up your waist and lands on your thigh, immediately prompting you to exhale deeply. it's not your first time being in such close proximity with someone, but something about heeseung makes it feel exactly like the very first time you fell for someone. something about him is so intriguing that it makes you drop all your worries about what your actions may lead to, compelling you to give into your desires.

something in the way he looks at you is so ravishing that your hands grab the ends of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before it's discarded in some corner of your room like any other piece of unnecessary stuff lying around. you look at heeseung, your breathe gets caught up in your lungs.

you don't think he can get any prettier.

your fingers skim against his collarbones like feathers, heeseung closes his eyes in satisfaction. you didn't know he had such beautiful layers of expressions under the nonchalant grimace that always masks his face. the nervousness wrapped around your fingers starts to dissolve, his grips against your thigh, you lean into his touch, and heeseung has been trying his best to not kiss you breathless, but he can't control anymore.

he tilts his head towards you, eyes on your lips. it freezes you in your stance. you gulp, leaning in closer, there's hesitation dripping through the cracks on your skin and it seeps under his skin. you lean in further, letting his warm breath fan against your lips. a second passes, you wait for him to take a lead, but you know something's up.

"seung," you whisper against his lips.

and heeseung backs out. "let's do this when you're ready,"

Hi I've recently started following you and love your posts 🥺 so sweet!

Anyways, could I pls request a Sunghoon x reader where he comforts them somehow bc they're stressed abt work/school?

<3 thx!

♡ ꒱ more than friends 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: best friend!Sunghoon x fem!Reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

summary: seeing you panick over exams was a literal torture for your best friend, Sunghoon, who just wanted to help you feel better. Thanks to his unique way of “calming you down” he was able to do just that, along with successfully gaining himself a date with the girl he liked.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: kissing kissing and kissing, really fluffy fluff ending, mentions of having anxiety, mentions of exams and stress, usage of the word “shit”

a/n: it’s been a while since I’ve written a request so, I’m hoping you can enjoy this anonie! I got a little carried away with this and I hope it’s okay, please let me know what you think 🫶🏼

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“Okay,” Sunghoon nodded, eyes focused on the paper in his hold which you stayed up preparing all night, for the oral exam you were about to take in an hour today, “let’s go over this once more.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to clear your head for his questions. You were nervous, so much that Sunghoon was starting to get worried about you.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, clumsily trying to wipe your wet palms on the fabric of your pleated skirt.

You could feel that there were no room left in your brain anymore to obtain any kind of additional information, no matter how crucial it was for the exam.

Yet there you were, forcing yourself to study when all you wanted to do was to go back to your bed and sleep for the rest of day.

“Or we can just take a break here and get some air—” Sunghoon suggested, noticing your struggle.

He wanted to help you so bad, seeing you like this was nothing other than a torture to him.

“No!” you shook your head and interrupted him with a high pitched voice that came out louder than you thought, unable to control your anxiety.

Realizing how rude you just sounded, you looked up, meeting with a pair of confused eyes.

Sunghoon seemed baffled, frozen at his seat while he was searching for an answer to give to you.

“Okay then, let’s—”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— shit!”

You pursed your lips, brushing your hands through your wavy strands that had Sunghoon secretly swooning over you.

You really were so pretty, he couldn’t deny it.

Maybe that was the reason why he hated seeing you upset so much, because it didn’t suit your gorgeous face, just like this spoken moment.

You were interrupting him, again, but although he didn’t care much, it was the last straw for you to have an emotional outbreak.

Huffing out a frustrated groan, you cupped your face with both hands, pressing at your eyes to prevent the swelled up tears from falling down — which didn’t work.

Were you crazy?

Why were you yelling at your best friend who only tried to help? And why on earth were you crying right now?

“Y/n, shhh—” Sunghoon called your name, letting it roll out from his tongue softly as he got up and walked towards you with rushed steps.

“Hey, look at me,” he tapped on your shoulder lightly, “Come on sweetheart, let me see your pretty face, hm?”

“I have a runny nose,” you sobbed, “I’m not pretty right now!” you whined, which made him giggle over how honest you were.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists gently, “let me see you.” he said, forcefully moving your fisted hands away.

“I c-can’t make this s-stop!” You choked out as you looked at him behind swollen eyes, your lips and nose shining bright red due to the rush of blood.

“Shhh, It’s alright baby, it’s alright—”

“Make it stop Sunghoon, p-please!”

Not knowing what to say, Sunghoon gulped down in worry, hesitating over doing the only thing that came to his mind.

It almost felt like he was dealing with an acute brain deficiency, which was the last thing he needed right now.

Screw it, he thought to himself as he watched you break down completely, he couldn’t bare witnessing the sight of you pouring your heart out anymore.

So with a deep breath, he took your face in between his hands and wiped away the wetness on your cheeks before pulling you towards himself, only to press his soft lips on your dry ones.

He closed his eyes and held you still as he kissed you, pushing you against the wall behind you to prevent you from running away — not that you were trying to anyways, you were too stunned to move a limb.

Despite the wacky circumstances, the kiss was fluttering for the both of you, making his heartbeat fasten as it calmed yours.

You tasted sweet, much better than his favorite candy flavor. It made him want to not stop and risk everything instead, even though it would most likely cost him your friendship.

Or so he thought.

Stealing one last peck from you, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he struggled to look into your eyes.

He felt dizzy, almost like he was unable to stand straight on his feet.

“I r-read it somewhere,” he stuttered, licking his lips, “that k-kissing could help with p-panic attacks.” he said, trying to disperse the strange mood in the room.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, so did it work?” He asked, blinking a few times expectantly. Now he was even more nervous than you, feeling his hands shake as he placed them on both sides your waist.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you pouted, crossing your arms around his neck, “it was too short for me to tell, don’t you think?” You teased, pulling him closer as you played with the small hairs on his nape.

“That so?” He whispered, fanning his hot breath against your blushed cheeks. You looked so mesmerizing, he could barely breathe in front of you.

“Mhm,”

“Then how about this?”

Just like that, you found his lips back on yours again, gently moving with a slow rhythm. Delicately, he placed a hand on your cheek and tilted your head as he hugged your waist, wanting to give you what you were asking for exactly.

A small whimper fell from your mouth as you tugged on his hair for more, which was enough for him to understand that he was on the right track.

But instead of giving you more of what you wanted, he chose to stop and tease you a little, just like you did to him.

“So?” He asked, breaking the kiss, chuckling at the redness of your face. “Was this long enough for you?”

Unable to stop your lips from curling up, you gave in and let a cute chuckle escape from your mouth.

He smiled at the way you hid your face on the crook of his neck, laughing along with you over your clumsy attempts on avoiding his flirty gaze.

“What is it, are you shy now?”

“No,” you rejected, trying to sound like you were not at all effected by what just happened, “Why would I be shy?”

“Because we just kissed, love,” he muttered right next to your ear, emphasizing on the last word, “and we did it twice.”

“You meant to say thrice?”

“Wha—”

Not letting him finish, you pushed your lips on his, once again getting the upper hand. This time you were the one cupping his cheeks and tilting his face, causing a heart attack on his poor body.

He could feel his knees give in as he leaned his weight down on you, letting you pull him as close as you wished.

“See?” you mumbled, panting for air in between kisses, “thrice.” you said, giving him a one last kith.

He nodded approvingly as he chased after your lips for more, pouting when you pushed him away, not letting him get greedy with you.

“I see,” he cleared his throat, following after you to gather his stuff from the table since it was almost the time for the exam, “then what should I do to get my fourth kiss?”

Smirking at his daring question, you threw him a sassy look, fixing his tie as you locked your eyes with his beautiful brown ones.

You seemed to gain your confidence back almost as if that anxiety attack never happened, which was a great sight to see for Sunghoon, since he felt like he could finally be of help.

“Do you really want it that badly?”

“I do actually,” he sighed, wanting to look dramatic, “very much, if I’m being honest.”

“Then take me out on a date after this, Park,” you responded, trying not to show how much his answer got you excited, “Impress me and you’ll get your kiss.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “promise.”

“Consider it done then, L/n,” he concluded, fixing your smudged lipstick with a dirty grin on his face.

Oh how sweet it was, watching your cheeks turn red because of him, he couldn’t put his joy into words.

“I hope you’re ready for the best date of your life.”

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[10:46pm] jay x afab reader

"stop fucking bending over, the whole party can see your panties," jay spat, pressing himself up behind you to protect your modesty.

you rolled your eyes at his protective tone, he had always been like this growing up. you were jake's sister, only a few months younger than jay himself. you'd spent all these years together, but only recently had you noticed just how protective over you he was.

tonight was no exception. jake had thrown a party since your parents were away, and of course jay was there. you'd dressed up pretty, albeit your skirt was uncomfortably short but you were not about to go and pick out a whole new outfit so you just went along with it, tugging the material down over your ass hoping no one would notice.

but they did, and jay noticed them noticing you.

"get off me," you whined, shaking him away as you stood up straight, a can of beer in your hand from the cooler you were digging in. "stop acting like you own me, jay."

"i'm not, but someone has to stop your from acting like a whore all night," his mouth pressed into a sharp frown whilst he stared you down. you stood in front of him, feeling small under his gaze.

"a whore yeah? I'll show you a fucking whor-"

jay cut you off, pressing a palm over your mouth to stop you running on. you protested against his hand but he stayed put until you stopped, rolling his eyes a little. after a minute or two he pulled away, wiping his hand on his jeans.

"are you done now?" he asked, one eyebrow raised at you. you huffed out in annoyance but nodded nevertheless.

jay smiled slightly, glancing around the crowded living room quickly before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you barely had time to process it before you were tugging him forward and kissing him back with fever.

he groaned into the kiss, leaning into you and pressing you against the wall behind where you were stood. his hips pinned against yours, causing a gasp to leave your lips for long enough that jay could slip his tongue into your mouth.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this before, imagining how jay would taste when you were along at night. not only had he grown more protective over the years, he'd also grown more attractive, and you could now fully see the man he'd grown up to be.

"y/n," he breathed as he pulled back, "we can't do this."

it was your turn to roll your eyes now, holding his jacket tight as you kept his body flush against yours before rolling your hips up gently. jay crumbled, letting his body go pliant against your touch. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, maybe that skirt was a good idea.

"why not jay," you said quietly, pressing a soft kiss on to his neck, moving down to his collarbones. "what's stopping us?"

"your brother-" he whined when you bit down gently, soothing the spot with your tongue. jay pulled his head up a bit to look at you, glancing down at your glossy and red lips.

he dipped his own head down to your neck, returning the favour by pressing a few open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there. you begged him to just bite down, leave a mark, but you knew he wouldn't.

"jake doesn't have to know," you whispered into his ear. "it's our little secret, yeah?"

fuck it, jay was a weak man when it came to you. he tugged you up the stairs to your room, praying on his life that jake would never find out.