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Omg I loved the Heeseung boner fic 😭😭😭 can you pls write one where he actually cvms in his pants bc of his innocent bestie like she just wants to be close to him and he can’t control himself AT ALL

Heheheh anon anon hehehehehe smirk smirk idk if I should continue this tho lmk cuz it’s kinda short and not very detailed

You didn’t think twice when you plopped down next to Heeseung on his bed, blanket in tow and eyes still sleepy. Movie night turned into half-whispered conversations and now this—your head on his shoulder, legs tucked under you, fingers absentmindedly tracing the seams of his hoodie.

Heeseung swallowed hard.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. Not really. You were just… close. Sweet. Warm. So damn innocent it was driving him crazy.

“Your hoodie smells nice,” you mumbled, nose brushing the collar near his throat.

His breath hitched.

“Yeah?” he said, voice lower than usual. “It’s yours if you want it.”

You smiled up at him. “Really? You’d give it to me?”

He nodded, jaw clenched. “You can have anything, baby.”

You blinked, not catching the weight behind his words or the name he’s been constantly using on you.

Then you moved, curled closer to him, hand slipping under the blanket to wrap around his waist. Your cheek rested over his chest now, soft breaths brushing through the fabric. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Heeseung felt his body react instantly.

Shit.

His hand twitched on his knee, fighting the urge to touch. To grab. To pull you right into his lap and grind out the need that had been gnawing at him all night.

You let out a little hum, nestling closer. “You always make me feel safe.”

He squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn’t deserve that. Not with the way his cock was pressing up against his boxers, hot and needy, already leaking. From just this. Just you.

“Baby,” he whispered, tight and breathless.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t move.”

You stilled. “Why?”

He let out a broken chuckle, half a moan, half regret. “Because if you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

But then you shifted again, just slightly, your leg brushing over his. it was too much. He gasped — low, strangled, as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed through him. His hips jerked before he could stop them, and then—

“Oh—shit—” Heeseung groaned, hand flying to his thigh as his release hit, sudden and overwhelming.

You froze. “Hee?”

He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, panting. Embarrassed. Shaken.

“Don’t look,” he mumbled, voice thick and hoarse. “Just… stay here a second. Please.”

“…Did you just—?”

He nodded against you, not daring to meet your eyes.

You blinked, stunned. “From cuddling?”

He let out a soft, wrecked laugh, unable to even answer you.

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STAY A ⭑ LITTLE LONGER

PRECIS 。 "confess i loved you, just thinking of you.. i know i've loved you, from the start."

심재윤 x fem!reader 735 fluff roommates to lovers ─── skinship kissing mild language (teasing) not proof read !!

REBLOG FOR A KiSS

it starts with the toothbrush.

you’re brushing your teeth one morning, eyes still half-shut, and jake walks into the bathroom like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“good morning,” he says through a yawn, grabbing his toothbrush from the holder next to yours.

you blink at him in the mirror, foamy toothpaste in your mouth. “we’re brushing together now?”

he shrugs. “seemed efficient.”

and maybe it’s weird at first, but it becomes a thing. part of the rhythm you’ve built with him over the past few months.

living with jake is easy. surprisingly easy. he hums when he cooks, leaves the cabinet doors open, and always forgets where he left his socks. you roll your eyes a lot, but there’s a smile behind it now. because the place feels warmer with him in it.

you didn’t expect that when you signed the lease.

you thought he’d be just a roommate. someone to share chores and utilities with. someone whose name you’d put on the wifi bill and maybe text about groceries.

but now he’s someone who texts you pictures of the sky when he sees a nice one. someone who brings back your favorite drink without asking. someone who falls asleep on your side of the couch because it “smells like you, and that’s comforting.”

yeah. it’s a little past normal now.

it’s a sunday morning when you really notice it.

you walk into the kitchen still in your pajamas, hair a mess, and jake’s already there. he’s got a hoodie on (definitely yours), dancing around the stove to a song playing low from his phone.

“you’re up early,” you mumble, squinting at the clock.

he grins. “made pancakes. and by pancakes i mean i burnt the first batch and cried a little.”

you snort, dropping into a chair. “so dramatic.”

he slides a plate in front of you, this batch golden and perfect. “drama aside, they’re edible now.”

you take a bite and hum. “edible and actually good. color me shocked.”

he bumps your shoulder with his hip. “rude. i slaved over a hot stove for you.”

“i’m grateful,” you say between bites. “seriously. this is nice.”

he looks at you for a second longer than normal. “yeah. it is.”

it keeps building, in little ways.

he starts waiting for you to get home if you’re out late, always with a “you good?” and a glass of water ready.

you catch him watching your favorite show without you one night and pretend to be mad. he spends the next hour giving you a dramatic recap, acting out every character until you’re crying with laughter.

he starts wearing your socks. you start stealing his hoodies. neither of you says anything about it.

one night, you’re both on the couch, a blanket tossed across your legs, movie playing quietly. you’re half-asleep when you feel it—his pinky brushing yours. slow. testing.

you don’t pull away.

you just let your hand slip into his like it was always meant to be there.

“so,” jake says one night, leaning against your bedroom doorframe. he’s in sweatpants and a too-big t-shirt. his hair’s a little messy, eyes soft.

“so?” you echo, setting your book down.

he walks in, a little shy. sits on the edge of your bed. “i was thinking.”

“dangerous,” you tease.

he smiles. “maybe. or maybe genius.”

you wait, heart thumping.

“what if,” he starts, glancing at you, “we stopped pretending this isn’t what it is?”

you blink. “and what is it?”

“me liking you. you liking me. this… thing.” he gestures vaguely between you. “we’re basically already dating. minus the title. and maybe the kissing.”

you laugh, cheeks warm. “so that’s what we’re missing.”

“exactly,” he says, eyes bright. “it’s a technicality.”

you reach for his hand again. “i like technicalities.”

“i like you,” he says, quieter now.

and this time, when he leans in, you meet him halfway.

his kiss is sweet. soft. familiar, like the laughter you’ve shared and the pancakes he burned and the songs he hums when he thinks you’re not listening.

when he pulls back, he grins.

“so… boyfriend privileges?” he asks.

you roll your eyes, smiling. “we’ll start with hand-holding and see how you behave.”

he winks. “i’m an excellent boyfriend. just wait.”

and you do.

you wait, and you stay, and so does he.

longer and longer, until it stops being temporary and starts feeling like forever.

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heeseung w/ his bestie (a hard-on) <3 🪽(mdni 18+)

He was rock-hard, throbbing beneath his sweats, and every tiny movement from you made it worse. His hand had been gripping himself for the past ten minutes, trying to hold back, trying not to wake you — but you weren’t making it easy.

You were too warm. Too soft. Too close.

And his dick? So hard it hurt.

He exhaled a shaky breath and squeezed the base of it through the fabric, trying to ease the pressure, but the moment his palm pressed down, his hips bucked instinctively.

“F-fuck,” he whispered, voice cracked and breathless. “No, no… calm down. Chill out.”

But there was no calming down. Not with your leg draped over him like that, pressing into the space just beside where he was aching. Not with your tank top riding up, exposing the smooth curve of your waist. Not with the tiniest shift of your hips dragging against him just enough to make him twitch in his pants.

He gritted his teeth and gave himself another squeeze, trying to will the blood to go anywhere else. It only made him harder.

“God—baby, please.” His voice was hoarse now, nearly a whimper. “You’re killing me, and you don’t even know it.”

His hips flexed forward, just slightly, just once—seeking friction. The heat radiating off your body was maddening. He could feel every heartbeat in his cock, heavy and hard against the soft cotton of his sweats.

He grunted low in his throat and buried his face into your neck. “I can’t take this… I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants if you move again.”

Then your ass shifted—barely an inch—but it was right against him.

Heeseung let out a broken, choked sound and thrust his hips forward, pressing his length against the back of your thigh in a desperate, involuntary grind.

“Fuck—!” he hissed through gritted teeth, squeezing himself hard again as if punishing his own body. “Not like this… can’t cum just from cuddling you. That’s so fucking pathetic…”

But then you let out a soft hum in your sleep, still half-conscious—and your hips rolled again, slow and lazy.

He swore under his breath, jaw clenched, body trembling with restraint.

“Baby… wake up,” he groaned against your skin, one hand slipping beneath the blanket to gently grip your hip. “I need you. Please—if you move one more time, I swear I’ll lose it.”

Heeseung had to get out of that bed. Fast.

You were too warm. Too soft. Too unknowingly cruel.

So he slipped out from under the covers as carefully as he could, teeth gritted, trying not to groan at the way his hard cock brushed against his sweats with every step. It was angry hard now, leaking at the tip, straining against the waistband like it was trying to tear free.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered to himself, adjusting it downward with a hiss. “This is so bad.”

He padded down the stairs barefoot, hoodie thrown over his shoulders, trying to pretend like he wasn’t walking like someone had punched him in the dick.

But of course, Jay was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter eating cereal straight from the box.

Jay looked up. Paused. And smirked.

“You good?”

Heeseung ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “No. I’m fucking dying.”

Jay raised a brow, still chewing. “Dying how?”

Heeseung opened the fridge, stood there for no reason other than to cool his face, and muttered, “Morning wood. Like. Bad.”

Jay snorted. “Damn. How bad we talkin’?”

“Like… I’m gonna cum in my pants if someone breathes on me wrong.”

Jay choked on his cereal.

Heeseung turned and gave him a dead-eyed look. “I’m not joking.”

“That’s your fault for cuddling her with a boner.”

“I wasn’t trying to! I woke up and it was already there, okay? Then she fucking… moved.” Heeseung looked genuinely betrayed. “She was dead asleep, doing shit with her hips, and I was just laying there squeezing my dick through my pants like a teenager trying not to bust.”

Jay laughed, setting the cereal box down. “Man, you should’ve just handled it.”

“I was gonna!” Heeseung rubbed his face. “But she was sleeping, and I didn’t wanna jerk off next to her, that’s psycho behavior.”

Just then, Jake wandered in, half-asleep, hair a mess. “What are we talking about?”

Jay grinned. “Heeseung’s got a boner so bad he ran away from his girl.”

Jake blinked. “Like, still hard?”

Heeseung just stared at him. “Jake. I could fuck a countertop right now.”

Jake laughed so hard he nearly fell into the kitchen island. “Bro, GO HANDLE IT. Go shower or something.”

“I CAN’T,” Heeseung groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “If I touch it, I’m gonna explode in like ten seconds. I’m not tryna be that guy.”

Jay: “You’re already that guy.”

Jake: “Honestly, respect. That’s a powerful kind of horny.”

Heeseung grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge, cracked it open, and pressed it to his face. “I hate all of you.”

Jay smirked. “You gonna go back up?”

“No. Because if she even looks at me I’m gonna bust in my pants like a loser.”

Jake shook his head, laughing. “You sound like a 16-year-old with his first wet dream.”

“I FEEL like one.”

Then he heard it.

Soft, slow footsteps. The creak of the floorboard. And your sleepy voice floating down the hallway:

“…Hee?"

He froze.

Jay and Jake’s heads both snapped toward the sound at the same time, like they were watching a horror movie.

You appeared in the kitchen doorway in your little sleep shorts and oversized tee, eyes puffy and hair a mess, blinking like a confused kitten. You rubbed one eye with your fist and looked around blearily.

“…seungie?” you mumbled in the tiniest, softest voice.

Heeseung turned to look at you and instantly knew he was fucked.

His jaw clenched. His cock pulsed so hard it hurt. Why did you have to look so goddamn soft? So warm? So small?

You toddled over to him, still half-asleep, and rested your cheek on his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Why’d you leave? Bed’s cold now…”

He had to clench his fists at his sides just to keep from grabbing you and carrying you back upstairs like a caveman.

Jake muttered under his breath to Jay: “He’s not gonna survive this.”

Heeseung cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around your back stiffly, avoiding eye contact like a man walking a thin tightrope over fire.

“Baby…” he whispered, barely holding it together, “It’s too early for you to be awake.”

You looked up at him with that innocent little voice again. “But I woke up and you weren’t there…”

Your fingers gently tugged on his hoodie. “Wanna go back upstairs. Come with me…”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the ceiling like he was begging for mercy from the universe. “Y/n… baby… you should sleep more, okay? I’ll be up in a bit…”

You pouted, completely unaware of the hell you were putting him through.

“But I want cuddles…”

He was silent for a second. Then he smiled down at you, painfully tight-lipped.

“Aww, you want cuddles?” he cooed in a baby voice. “You’re just a little sleepy thing, huh?”

You nodded slowly, still clinging to him. “Mmhmm…”

Jay had turned away completely, biting his fist to keep from laughing.

Jake whispered, “This is porn. This is literally the start of a porno.”

Heeseung shot them both a murderous glare behind your head before looking down at you again, his voice gentle but strained.

“Okay, princess. Go wait for me upstairs, yeah? Just five minutes. I’ll come tuck you in…”

You blinked up at him. “You promise?”

He looked like he was sweating bullets. “…Yeah. I promise.”

You gave him a little smile, kissed his jaw without thinking, and wandered back toward the stairs, leaving a sleepy, warm trail of your scent in the air.

Heeseung didn’t move.

Jake stared at him. “You good?”

Heeseung set his water bottle down very carefully, exhaled through his nose, and said:

“I need to jerk off. Right now.”

Heeseung didn’t say it.

He just let out a breath that sounded like it took all his self-control to release gently, instead of as a groan. Then he slid under the covers next to you and pulled you into him.

Not tight—not at first.

Just close enough for you to feel his warmth behind you. His arm around your waist. His breath tickling your shoulder as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.

You gave a soft hum and wiggled back into his chest instinctively. “Mm… missed you.”

He gritted his teeth.

His cock was still painfully hard, flushed and heavy, pressed against your ass now through the thin fabric of both your sleepwear. But he didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe too loud.

Didn’t dare grind.

He could do this. He’d cuddle you, you’d fall asleep, he’d suffer quietly, and maybe he could sneak off later—

Then you moved.

Just a little shift — your hips rolling back, purely innocent, just trying to get comfortable.

And it pressed you right against him.

He hissed softly and tightened his arm around you.

“Don’t move like that,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and low.

You looked over your shoulder sleepily. “Like what?”

“That.” He swallowed. “Just… be still, baby.”

You blinked. “I wasn’t doing anything…”

He didn’t respond—just buried his face deeper into your neck, like hiding would help. But then your hips shifted again, just a little squirm…

He groaned.

“Okay, no—fuck—stop doing that.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you said, confused, like an angel who didn’t know how much danger she was in.

And that’s when he snapped.

You felt it before you saw it—the subtle but unmistakable roll of his hips against your ass. Slow, heavy, like a wave. His cock dragged against you through his sweats, hot and stiff and throbbing.

You gasped.

“Hee—”

“Shh,” he whispered into your neck, his hand sliding up under your shirt, not groping, just resting warm over your ribs.

“I tried,” he said, voice ragged. “Swear to god I tried.”

You could feel the heat pouring off him—his restraint unraveling. Another grind. This one deeper. Firmer. You could feel the shape of him now.

“Too soft…” he whispered against your skin, almost like he was blaming you. “Too warm. You kept wiggling. What was I supposed to do?”

You let out a tiny sound—not even a word, just a breathy little whimper—and his hips jolted forward again, more desperate this time.

“Just let me… do this for a second,” he muttered. “Not gonna go further. Just—just this. Just need it…”

And he started rocking.

Slow, dragging grinds of his cock between your thighs, like he was trying to imprint the shape of it into you.

Heeseung’s fingers dug into your hips, dragging you impossibly closer, breath hot and rough against your skin.

“God, baby, you’re killin’ me,” he growled, voice thick with need. “Been rock hard for hours, trying to keep it together with you all soft and innocent like this…”

You looked up at him, blinking sleepily, not fully understanding the storm you’d unleashed.

He smirked darkly, eyes hooded with lust. “You don’t even know what you do to me. Every little move, every soft sound—fuck, I’m losing my fucking mind.”

His hips jerked hard, grinding against you through his sweats. “I’m this close to ripping these off and burying my cock in you right now.”

You whimpered softly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He yanked his sweats down fast, exposing himself completely, leaking and desperate.

Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to your neck, teeth grazing, voice a hot whisper: “You ready, baby? Wanna feel you wrapped around me.”

Your voice trembled, “mhm…”

Without another second, he slid inside you hard and fast, the warmth and tightness making him groan low and deep.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he snarled, hips snapping, fucking into you like he’s starving. “Been waiting all damn morning for this, and now you’re mine.”

You gasped, nails digging into his back, breath hitching as he fucked you harder, faster.

“Say my name,” he growled, voice thick with need.

“…Heeseung,” you whispered, breathless.

“That’s right,” he panted, “so fucking good, baby. I’m gonna ruin you.”

His hands roamed, grabbing, squeezing, holding you tight as he lost himself in the moment—raw, rough, desperate, utterly consumed by you.

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friends?

alt: things they do that make you question their friendship

ot7 x reader warnings: none

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heeseung: calling you pet names

when you and heeseung first met, he always called you by your name. but one day that changed. you two were cooking in the kitchen when he called for you.

"hey, baby. can pass me the salt?"

you nearly broke your neck trying to see who he was talking to since it was only the two of you. once you realized he was talking to you, your quickly became embarrassed- hiding your red face in your hands. heeseung loved your reaction, so of course he started calling you every pet name he could think of whenever he had the chance.

"hey honey. can you come here?"

"what do you think of this one, sweetheart?"

"angel, what do you want to eat?"

you never thought you would get used to it- always flushing when he called you anything other than your name. but one day, he called you by your name to see your reaction. the pout you gave him nearly broke him. in fact, it did. he spent the next five minutes on the floor before he could even attempt to stand up stand up. he pulled you into his arms as he teased you even more.

"aw. i knew you liked my nicknames, angel."

the nicknames never stopped- only got worse. as did your feelings. you could only hope that he didn't do it just for your reaction. that he did it because he felt the same.

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jonseong: being protective of you

jay has always been overprotective of you. ever since the two of you met, it was like you had a human guard dog. you could completely shut your mind off around jay and know you were completely safe.

jay would almost always go with you when you went out in public. if you were walking on the sidewalk, he would always make sure he was on the outside. if you were crossing the street, his hand would be on your back guiding you. doors? you've never opened one when your with jay. he even buckles your seatbelt if you don't do it before he starts the car.

"jay, really?"

"your safety is my priority."

if you were confident enough to wear something revealing, he would always keep an eye for any wardrobe malfunctions. and if your confidence suddenly went away and you start feeling self conscious, jay's jacket would be draped over you before you would even realize it.

"why did you do that?"

"i could tell you were uncomfortable."

"what if you get cold?"

"then i'll buy another jacket."

when you two were at a party, and some guy would walk up to you. the guy would barely get two words in before jay was by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist and glaring at the guy. after he ran them off, he would look down at you with a soft smile.

"they weren't good enough for you."

"you always say that."

"and i'm always right."

it never occurred to you before why he did these things. it wasn't until one of your friends questioned you about these things that you started questioning them. the realization of your feelings for him hit you like a truck. you never wanted him to stop doing these things for you- and he never wanted to stop either.

jaeyun: always touching you in some way

jake is a big fan of physical touch, especially with you. having grown up together, you two were always very close. but it was after you two were grown that something shifted.

his touches got more frequent- and more intimate. he started blurring the lines of your guys friendship. at first you brushed it off, but it eventually came to a point that you couldn't anymore.

for example, you two always got asked if you were dating, even as teenagers. jake used to always speak up first, denying it which you never had any issues with. but one day he just stopped denying them. instead, he pulled you closer before thanking them with a bright smile.

"you two are such a cute couple!"

"thank you!"

or when you two had your weekly movie nights, you used to sit next to each other without touching. now jake has to be touching (or cuddling) you in some way, or he turns into a whining mess.

"you're so far away!"

"jake, i'm sitting right next to you."

"your point?"

he also now holds your hand 24/7, in public and in private, and lord help you if you pull away. he'll stand still, not even caring if it's in the middle of the sidewalk, and refuse to move until you hold his hand again.

"jake, what are you doing?"

"i can't function unless i'm holding your hand."

eventually, you started to see him in a different light. one that you hoped he saw you in as well. but until then, you would continue to power through these moments while falling more in love with your best friend- while hoping he felt the same.

sunghoon: not treating you like he does his other friends

you and sunghoon were the types of people that no one saw being friends. the two of you were complete opposites. you were summer, and he was winter. you were loud, and he was quiet. so how the two of you become good friends was a mystery.

you would be lying if you said you never had feelings for him. who wouldn't. you had already come to the acceptance that he would never feel the same way, but then one of your friends started pointing out things he would do that he didn't do for others. you brushed her off after listening to her. you didn't believe her at first, but then you started watching.

if your friend group were hanging out together, one he was always sitting by you. and then two, he jacket would always end up over your legs- even if you were wearing pants. you motioned one time to your friend next to him who was wearing a skirt.

"what about her? she's probably cold and i'm not."

"she's not my concern. you are."

if you two were ordering food, he would always ask you what you wanted before, so he could tell the waiter because he knew you didn't like to order your food. and when you've been to that place multiple times, he doesn't even ask- already knowing your order.

"what if i wanted something different?"

"you don't. you don't like change."

the final straw you friend had was when you guys visited the arcade which you did so frequently. they had just changed out the plushies in the claw machine, and you wanted one. one look from sunghoon, and he was at the machine winning you the plushie. one of the other girls asked if he could get her one as well, but he refused.

"sunghoon, why didn't you help her out?"

"didn't feel like it."

it took you a while, but you finally confronted that he does treat you differently than the rest of your friends. but that didn't mean he felt the same about you. you weren't going to say anything though because you were too scared to loose him. you would just continue being delusional and thinking that there may be a chance he likes you back.

seonwoo: always spending time with you

you and sunoo met mutually from jungwon, the two of you having grown up with each other. from the first time you and sunoo met, you two were inseparable. where one was, there was a 95% that the other was there as well.

whenever he had free time, he was over at your place. it was to a point where he didn't even ask. he just showed up, letting himself in your place with the key you gave him. he's given you enough scares to last a life time.

"sunoo! when did you get here?"

"about 10 minutes ago. that new show came out, and i want to watch it with you."

then whenever he had a schedule but still wanted to see you, you had no problem staying at the dorms. he would always beat you to the door, opening it before pulling you into a hug.

"yn! i missed you."

"you saw me yesterday though."

"and that was 24 hours too long."

and of course, the guys would always tease the two of you for spending so much time together.

"do you two ever get tired of each other?"

"do you ever get tired of breathing?"

you didn't think it was strange- the two of you spending so much time together. it wasn't until jay actually pointed out how much time the two of you spent together that you realized that you saw him more than you saw your other friends.

and then came the realization why you were so happy to spend time with him. when you spoke to your friends about it, they all teased you, telling you it was time you realized your feelings. but then came the hard part. waiting for him to realize them.

you would though. and if he didn't reciprocate your feelings and confessed to you, you would take your secret to the grave. because being around him while hiding your feelings somehow seemed easier than not having him in your life at all.

jungwon: giving you compliments

jungwon was your number one supporter, and he never let you forget it. every time he saw you, he would give you at least one compliment before you could even tell him hello.

if you got a new shirt, he would know.

"you got a new shirt?"

"i did!"

"it looks so good on you! you should wear that color more often. it really brings out the color of your eyes."

if you got a haircut, his hands would instantly be playing with it.

"you like it, won?"

"like it? i didn't think you could get any prettier, but you just love proving me wrong, don't you."

one day, he was having a rough day, so you surprised him with a homecooked meal. you had never seen him smile so big.

"i didn't know you were a chef!"

"i'm not. i followed a recipe for this."

"you're so talented! i'd eat your cooking everyday."

every time you would question him about compliments, he would tell you that someone like you deserved many compliments. so it wasn't surprising to you when you caught yourself falling for him. he was just so sweet to you in a way you noticed he wasn't like for anyone else.

you hoped one day soon he would confess he felt the same way. because if not, all of his compliments would make you loose your mind.

riki: letting you win games

you and riki first met online- playing games. so it wasn't shocking that you two played a lot in your free time. the two of you were also switching between games while trying new ones. the only disagreement came when you two couldn't decided on what to play.

"rock, paper, scissors?"

"riki, you always lose."

"i don't know what you're talking about. i never loose."

and of course, just like every other time, he played paper when you played rock. you always just thought he was horrible at the game. not that he always knew you played rock first.

then came the games you two played. every time it was 2v2, you would win at the last second. you weren't a sore winner, but you always bumped riki's shoulder with a teasing smile.

"i thought you said you were good at this game?"

"maybe i'm just having an off day."

you didn't start to question anything until you hung out with him and his friends one afternoon. of course, they wanted to play games which you were completely fine with. you and riki sat next to each other while he played everyone. he also won every single time.

"riki, you normally suck at this game."

"these guys are just worse than i am."

you then played a round with one of guys riki won against, and you lost. though when you and riki played, you won just like you always did. you were finally able to put two and two together- that he was letting you win. riki hated losing yet here he was, yet here he was loosing purposefully for you.

once you realized that, it didn't take long for your feelings for him to grow into something more. especially after the smiles he gave you every time you won. you couldn't bring yourself to say anything though. you just waited patiently-waiting for him to reveal he felt the same about you.

[nekobbin]

𝐹avOriTe

bf!anton x f!r    (  ≧ᗜ≦)    fluff    ──────✿  ❕ clinginess and shirtless ton  1.1k   💌      

The apartment is quiet when Anton slips in, the soft click of the door lock followed by the shuffle of his shoes. It's late — much later than he wanted — but rehearsals ran long and no one had the heart to leave until everything was perfect. Still, he hates being away from you for this long.

He drops his bag gently by the door and heads toward the faint blue light coming from the living room.

You're there, curled up on the couch, one leg tossed over a pillow, the other peeking out from beneath the hem of hisoversized shirt — a shirt that hangs off your frame like a blanket. The TV is still playing Ginny & Georgia — of all things — and the remote is loosely gripped in your hand, thumb resting just beside the volume button.

Anton smiles.

You must’ve tried to wait for him.

He pads over and crouches beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your cheek. Your face is relaxed, lips parted slightly in your sleep. The kind of sleep where nothing could wake you.

Gently, he slips an arm beneath your knees and the other around your shoulders, lifting you bridal style. You stir a little, nose scrunching as you unconsciously curl against him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

His heart melts.

“Of course you're cuddly now,” he mumbles with a grin, carrying you to the bedroom.

He lays you down carefully, but before he can even pull away, your hand tugs weakly at his shirt.

“No—stay.”

He chuckles softly. “Baby, I need to shower. I smell like a gym.”

“Don’t care,” you mumble, eyes still shut. “Smell like… Anton.”

“I don’t even know if that’s a compliment,” he says, amused. But he presses a kiss to your forehead anyway, lingering for a second longer than necessary.

You let go, eventually, and Anton slips into the bathroom.

The sound of water running fills the apartment. You drift in and out of sleep, only properly waking when you hear the door click open and the faint whirr of a blow dryer. You peek through barely opened eyes.

He’s standing in front of the mirror, towel around his waist, head bowed slightly as he runs his fingers through his damp hair while drying it. The muscles in his back shift with each movement, and even in your sleepy haze, you can’t help but admire the view.

Without a word, you stand and pad across the room. He doesn't notice you until your arms snake around his waist from behind and your cheek presses into his back.

He stills.

Then: “Why are you awake?” His voice is quieter now, low and sweet, like it’s reserved just for you.

You smirk against his skin. “God forbid a girl misses her boyfriend.”

Anton lets out a breathy laugh. He turns the dryer off, setting it on the counter.

He twists in your hold, turning to face you. Your arms stay wrapped around him loosely, and he dips his head until your foreheads touch.

“Still sleepy?” he murmurs.

You nod. “Mhm.”

“But not too sleepy to sneak up on me in my towel?”

You smirk. “Maybe I like what I see.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Should I dry my hair more often, then?”

You giggle, fingers tracing the edge of the towel just to mess with him. “You’re so cocky.”

“And yet,” he leans in, brushing your nose with his, “you’re wearing my shirt. Again.”

“It’s comfortable.”

“It’s mine.”

“And I’m yours,” you counter, eyes twinkling.

He kisses you then — soft, slow, like he’s been waiting for this all day. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs brushing the skin above your shorts, and when he pulls away, you chase his lips instinctively.

“I missed you,” you whisper against his mouth.

“I missed you more,” he says, voice almost a sigh. “Come back to bed with me?”

You nod, eyes fluttering. “Only if you carry me again.”

He laughs, shaking his head, but he lifts you easily. “Spoiled.”

You nuzzle into his chest, a content smile on your face. “Yours.”

[nekobbin]

Moonstruck, P.wb

chapter 1

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Moonstruck - P.wb

⟢ y/n and friends’ profiles

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Moonstruck - P.wb

⟢ wonbin and friends profiles

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Moonstruck - Park Wonbin

⟢ park wonbin x fem!reader

⟢ social media au, college au, fluff

in which park wonbin would do anything to get y/n’s attention and all of his friends know how much of a loser he is for her even tho he tries to act nonchalant to not get teased. In reality he’s just waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to her. But wait! what happens when he finds your necklace which has a moon charm and just so happens to match his star one?

FT. ⟢ wonbin, anton, sohee, seunghan of riize

minji, hyein, haerin of newjeans

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TAGLIST ⟢ @ujipana @misshale21

profiles ⟢ wonbin and friends y/n and friends

⟢ chapter 1

[nekobbin]

✰ Nekobbin

⟢ Luna!! , 20

⟢ for riize

Moonstruck - park wonbin smau

[nekobbin]

no one’s writing riize smaus anymore like theres a serious deficit,, kinda feel like i should write one😾

[nekobbin]

GUILTY PLEASURE ，𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝟏𝟐𝟖𝟓𝒾──── roommate!psh 𝗑 f!rea ✿ comfort 𓂋 vampire sunghoon sickness kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

rbs ！ ✶ 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

it’s past midnight when your roommate hears the sound of glass shattering coming from the kitchen. it’s also past midnight when he decides that he can wait to put his shirt on after hearing a yelp that, he assumes, comes from you.

it’s insane how his sense of danger immediately goes up. he rushes to the kitchen without a second thought, scared that something could have happened to you, that you must be hurt without him being able to protect you.

sunghoon’s heart could stop, if it did beat, at the sight that greets him; your face torn by pain, tears dripping from your soft reddened cheeks, you grip onto the kitchen’s counter— unable to stand on your shaking legs.

you don’t notice his presence. your head ponds due to your migraines and the warmth of your skin keeps getting up, you don’t hear him when he calls your name.

after a few seconds, your legs give up on you. sunghoon catches you at an inhuman speed— which you would notice if you weren’t sobbing.

“are you okay?” you choke out a sob at his question, shaking your head weakly. but even the slightest head movement seems to hurt you.

here as sunghoon holds you, all your strength leaves your body, “i–it’s okay, hold onto me,” he hushes, putting your arms around his neck. his hands find the back of your thighs and in a split second you are off the floor, legs wrapped around his waist. “you’re a good girl, i got you, don’t worry.”

your sobs quiet down as you hide your face in sunghoon’s cold neck. he takes a look at the broken glasses on the floor, thanking whatever entity watching over you that you didn’t hurt yourself.

he feels your entire body tremble against his own. when he lays you down on your own bed after entering your room, he feels your arms tighten around his neck. you are not strong enough to hold him back for too long, though.

sunghoon tucks you under you covers upon you letting him go. “can i touch you?” he whispers, feeling a little ridiculous at his question. he just picked you off the floor, after all.

you are not crying anymore yet you still don’t answer with words, nodding your head as weak as you look. his hand is cold against your burning forehead, and although you are freezing, it’s soothing enough to get a sigh of relief out of you.

his hand goes to your cheek in a soft motion, his knuckles caresses your skin until he is cupping one side of your face gently. it seems to make you feel better and sunghoon’s eyes fall on your neck, wondering what else he could do to soothe your pain.

he allows himself to stay in his position for a while, melting in the pleasure of touching you.

he doesn’t think you have been this close before. he doesn’t allow himself to. he barely allows his eyes to linger on your figure for too long. your presence alone makes him hungry; he knows you are not safe around him.

when you look so peaceful in his hands, sunghoon’s thoughts wander but always come to the same conclusion— he needs to leave now.

you hold his hand before he can get too far, “don’t leave,” your voice is barely audible, but he heard that. “‘m burning hot, and your body is cold.”

he is taken aback. your words are slurred and messy, you seem too high on medication to wonder why sunghoon’s skin is like this or think before speaking. he smiles against his own will.

your hand pulls his, “come…closer…” he lets you guide him in your bed. he is unable to resist, as if you were a siren. you seem pretty confident for someone who was sobbing a few minutes ago, “don’t be shy.”

he climbs on your bed, ignoring all the alarms in his head that go off, the ones that tell him to stay away.

sunghoon welcomes you in his arms without thinking. you hide your face his bare chest, his biceps embrace your body ever so tenderly.

you press your palm on sunghoon’s naked back. you feel his muscles all around you, under your palm and whenever you move your hand— sunghoon’s arms around you flex themselves. it seems like he is trying to control himself from something.

your head still hurts and your fever is still there, but the medication helped you a bit after your unfinished cup of water fell on the floor.

you know exactly what you are saying, what you are doing. the good thing about having an unbearable headache is that you can cuddle with your freshly showered buff roommate at the end.

sunghoon feels weirdly protective of you now, more than he usually does. with you in his arms like that, fragile and in pain, he doesn’t want to let go.

if he was ever this close to another human, he thinks he would have sunk his teeth into their neck a long time ago— and not to make them his forever.

even if your neck is close to his mouth, even if he has been thinking of biting you since the day he moved in, even if the thought of you alone makes his stomach ache with hunger, he doesn’t want to bite you now. he wants to make you feel safe.

“you know, my dog likes when i rub her back,” you hum at his sentence, inviting him to continue, “do you think you’ll like it too?”

you give him a wet laugh before any answer. he sounds shy, very lovely. “sure, i’d like that a lot.”

sunghoon is hesitant, but he slides his hand under your pyjamas’ shirt. his palm is cold, it makes your entire spine shiver. he starts rubbing circles on your back and holy shit, you actually like this a lot.

his touch is dulcet, firm and feels like heaven. your stomach flutters under his touch, your eyelids feels suddenly very heavy and your mouth falls agape under the nice feeling.

i could kiss you right now, you think out loud. you realize maybe a little too loud when sunghoon’s hand freezes for a millisecond.

“you should,” he breathes out.

you get your face out of his chest and lift your chin to see him avoid your eyes, “you’ll get sick.”

his gaze falling on your own makes your heartbeat go fast and you notice that during the entire time your nose was hidden in between his pecs, you haven’t felt his heartbeat once.

“i won’t,” he insists, leaning in.

sunghoon’s lips are as cold as the rest of his body. it’s intriguing. you press your lips against his, eager to have more of this unique sensation.

never in his long life has he felt this way. he has never liked kissing a human this much before. your lips are warm and soft against his own. your mouth makes him forget about his sorrows. it makes him feel at peace, forgetting his monster nature.

it feels ten times better than whatever biting your neck would have tasted like. he kisses you with passion, greedy to get more of that sweet taste of yours.

he can’t control himself from biting your lower lip. he sighs when you open your mouth, letting him slide his tongue into your mouth.

kissing you purges all his sins.

he whines when you pull away, “ouch, my head hurts,” your giggles. “you are so eager.”

sunghoon thinks he may be blushing, “oh… sorry.”

“it’s okay, we can continue tomorrow,” you say that like it was already written in your agenda. you bury your face in his chest again and sunghoon presses his body closer into yours.

when he holds you like this, he feels pure.

분지 ܃ i’m losing my sanity .. thanks to meowru for the fever idea ><

taglist open 。

[nekobbin]

ㅤ𖹭 #𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗕𝗜𝗡 ::ㅤ𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗪𝕺𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗘⠀⠀【...】

ㅤㅤ𝑛. ⠀﴾⠀cw. 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳. pure fluff but there’s a lil kissy kiss thing at the end h e h e . . ;b⠀━╋⠀﴿⠀ 𝖻𝖿!𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗂𝗇 ⎯⎯ 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . SO ! this is the last upload for today 😿 sadly I gotta get back to my studies .. cognitive distortions and attachment styles are calling BUT ANYWAY ! hope you enjoyed this before I go back to analyzing behavior instead of writing abt it lol

he looks unbothered but is secretly the clingiest guy you’ve ever dated : wonbin seems chill. he's got that effortlessly cool, slightly sarcastic aura that makes people assume he’s emotionally detached or doesn’t need anyone, but the second it’s just the two of you ? this boy melts. he’s the type to sit cross-legged on the couch with his head in your lap, fiddling with your fingers while you scroll through something. hugs from behind when you’re cooking. whines a little when you don’t cuddle him first. he won’t say he misses you, but he shows up with your favorite snacks and stays longer than he meant to. if you ever pull away first, he looks up like “wait, where are you going? I didn’t say you could leave.”

he always acts like you're the one who's obsessed.. but it’s so clearly him : he teases you like it’s his full-time job. calls you dramatic when you ask for a kiss, tells you you’re “so clingy” — but meanwhile, he has your selfies saved in a hidden album and checks your texts the second they come in. will text “you miss me?” and when you say yes, he just types “knew it 😏” — but he’s smiling into his pillow like an idiot. he plays the nonchalant card but if you’re busy for too long, he gets genuinely pouty and types out a message like “wyd” then deletes it and sends “u good?” instead, pretending he wasn’t just staring at your name for five minutes.

dates with him are quiet but intimate : record stores, late-night walks, sneaking into a closed skatepark just to sit on the ramps and talk about the future. he doesn’t like big, crowded things — prefers the kind of dates where time slows down. he’ll pick a flower off a bush and tuck it behind your ear. he’ll pull you close on park benches and let his arm stay around you long after it’s comfortable. he’s not trying to impress you, he just wants to exist next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. when the sun hits just right, he’ll take a photo of you and save it quietly. when you notice and ask what he’s doing, he just shrugs and says “you looked nice. had to.”

he gets weirdly possessive in subtle ways : not in a jealous, overbearing way — but in a quiet, protective, “you’re mine and I don’t need to explain that” kind of way. you could be talking to someone else and he won’t interrupt, won’t act immature.. but his hand will find yours. his thumb will rest on your wrist. and when you’re walking through a crowd, he’s always behind you with a hand on your lower back, steering you through. if someone crosses a line, he doesn’t argue, just pulls you in closer and says “let’s go.” and when you’re alone, he mutters things like “you don’t have to talk to people like that when I’m around.”

he has the softest 2am voice and it’s UNFAIR : when he’s half-asleep, his voice goes lower and raspier, and everything he says suddenly sounds five times more intimate. late-night calls turn into confessions. he mumbles “you’re the only one that makes me feel like this” and sighs like he’s scared to admit it. his words slow down, but they hit harder. when you’re lying in bed next to him, and he’s barely awake, he whispers things into the dark like “don’t go anywhere, okay? I don’t think I’d be fine if you left.” and then pretends he didn’t say it in the morning.

he’s lowkey a tease but only for you : wonbin’s sense of humor is dry and sneaky — he’ll drop a flirtatious comment with a straight face and act like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. touches the inside of your thigh with his hand when you’re sitting close. grazes your waist when he passes behind you. raises a brow when you shift away, like “what? you’re jumpy.” and if you ever try to turn the tables and fluster him ? he’ll bite his lip and chuckle, lean in close and whisper, “careful. you won’t win.” and you won’t. not when he’s got that lazy smirk and slow blink that makes your brain go static.

he sends you songs instead of paragraphs : he’s not the most verbal with emotions, but he feels everything deeply. he won’t send long romantic rants, but he’ll send you a song at 3am and say “this made me think of you.” or he’ll text lyrics like “you look like you should be mine” and leave you wondering if he wrote it. he keeps playlists for you: one for when you’re sad, one for when you’re in love, one that’s just called “you <3.” when he misses you, he sends a song with no context, but the message is always loud.

he stares when you’re not looking ( and sometimes when you are ) : he’s a quiet observer. watches you tie your hair, take your jacket off, laugh at something dumb — and doesn’t say anything, just keeps watching. sometimes when you catch him, he doesn’t even look away. just keeps his gaze steady and says “i like watching you.” it’s not creepy, it’s just honest. when he stares too long, you ask “what?” and he just shrugs and says “you’re the kind of pretty that doesn’t make sense.”

he's not good at big romantic gestures but he's excellent at the quiet ones : he won’t show up with flowers every week or scream his love from rooftops. but he’ll remember the exact way you like your coffee. he’ll hold the umbrella over you, not himself. he’ll charge your phone for you without being asked, buy you that thing you mentioned once in passing. he’ll learn your routines and sync up without ever saying why. and when you realize it’s love ? it’s not because he said it, it’s because he showed you a hundred tiny times and never asked for anything back.

you’re his safe place : he doesn’t open up fast — not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s used to handling everything himself. but one night, he’s sitting next to you, and something shifts. he talks about his fears, the pressure, the insecurity. and he doesn’t look at you while he says it, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind about him. but when you don’t flinch, when you reach for his hand instead? he swallows thickly and breathes out like he hasn’t in weeks. you don’t have to say much. just stay. and when you do, that’s when he knows: you’re home.

and then there’s the kind of kissing that makes you forget what day it is : wonbin kisses like he’s memorizing you. he doesn’t rush, doesn’t just go for your mouth — he touches your face first, traces the side of your jaw with his thumb, and waits for your eyes to close before leaning in. sometimes, he pauses right before your lips touch, breath mingling with yours, like he wants you to feel every second of it. and when he does kiss you, it’s slow. deep. unhurried like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand on your waist, the other behind your neck, pulling you in just a little more. he kisses you again before you can even pull away. and again. until you’re both dazed and pressed together and his voice goes all low and soft when he says, “you’re driving me insane. you know that?” it’s never just about heat with him. it’s about being close. about feeling understood. about letting the world blur until it’s just your mouth and his hands and the silence between heartbeats. and if it’s late, the kind of night where the lights are off and his hoodie is hanging halfway off your shoulders — he’ll lean in again just to whisper, “stay with me a little longer.”

[nekobbin]

he’s INSANEEEEEEEEEEEE

lee chanyoung what the fuck

[nekobbin]

strawberry cake 🍰 — anton lee

PAIRING ⟢ anton lee x fem!reader

GENRE ⟢ social media au, written, fluff

SYNOPSIS ⟢ anton lee has been in love with you since the beginning of the semester but never had the courage to talk to you. he thought he was fine admiring from afar—until the ice prince, park sunghoon, entered the picture. will anton take the risk or lose his chance forever?!

FEATURING ⟢ wonbin, sohee, seunghan, & sunchan of riize, karina & giselle of aespa, and sunghoon of enhypen!

CHAPTERS ⟢ 01. fork found in kitchen 02. lock in 03. friends...? 04. i accidentally blocked her. 05. i hate gatekeepers 06. i wonder.....

start date ⟢ 22.02.25

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💭 OMG first smau with anton (biased)! i'm so inlove with whipped idol troupe :(