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slytherinshua · 4 months

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YOU WERE ALWAYS CUTE

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. seunghan x fem!reader. wc. 971. a/n. seunghan baby photos are THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER SKDJKSK I LOVE HIM

“Look at your little hoodie! You were so small!!” You gasped, an infectious smile plastered on your face as you flipped through pages of an old photo book from the mid 2000s. Seunghan’s childhood was documented in candid photos, starting from when he was a newborn to around his 8th birthday.

You were having the time of your life adoring how precious your boyfriend was as a baby. Seunghan, however, not so much. He had been hiding his face in his hands for the last 5 minutes, begging you to stop just seconds after his mother had handed you the book. He dug his head into your shoulder, getting clingier out of embarrassment. You paid no attention to him, only having eyes for the much smaller and just-as-adorable baby version of him in the photos.

“Y/n, can’t you do this later?” He whined, clinging to your shirt as if he could possibly change how you spent the next hour.

“Nope— Oh my God! You’re so cute!” You squealed this time, eager to hold the page open for Seunghan to also see the photo. The date tells you he was around 2 at the time, playing with toy dinosaurs in an adorable fuzzy onesie pyjama set. The sight was almost too precious for you to handle. Seunghan took a glance at it before hiding his face even more into your shoulder.

“Stop looking at them.” He pleaded in a weak mumble, his voice almost completely muffled by your shirt. You giggled, reaching your hand up to stroke his hair, gently leading his head to lay in your lap.

“Just 5 more minutes. They’re too cute not to!” You bargained with him, flipping to the next page with a grin. He sighed and closed his eyes, resting the back of his hand over his forehead, trying to relax while simultaneously staying tense each time he hears you react to another photo.

“Some things never change, huh?” You commented, attentively looking at the next photo— 4 year old Seunghan holding a packet of jellies in his hand, smiling happily at the camera. “You’re so precious.” You gushed, your hands combing through his hair, messing it up slightly and causing him to groan and swat your hand away.

“It’s been 5 minutes.” Seunghan said as soon as the second passed, quickly snatching the photobook out of your hand. You frowned. You would have rather spent another 20 minutes looking through them, as you knew his mother had several other photobooks of the same sort. But, your boyfriend was stubborn. You let up for now, mentally reminding yourself to look through the rest of the photos later after dinner.

Seunghan placed the book back on the shelf with the others, glaring at you once you made eye contact with him. You cracked a smile at him and opened your arms.

“You haven’t changed at all, you know?” You reminded him as he settled back on the couch.

“I have! I’m much better now.” He pouted. He let you wrap your arms around him, but he didn’t hug you back, still putting up an annoyed front. He wasn’t really that mad at you, just incredibly embarrassed. There were all kinds of photos saved in those books— and even though he knew you were the one, it didn’t cut back on the humiliation.

“I was going to see them sooner or later.” You persuaded him, kissing his cheek softly to try to cheer him up. It doesn’t quite work as well as you would hope, though it does get you a reciprocated hug back.

He was pouty for the rest of the evening, sending you glances all through dinner and post-dinner board games as his mother and older brother teased him to no end. You heard endless stories about his childhood, both funny and heartwarming. It wasn’t until you were getting ready for bed that Seunghan seemed more cheerful.

“When we visit your parents… I’ll get to look at your baby photos as well, right?” He asked while you were brushing your hair for bed. You looked up to the doorway of the guest room you’d be sleeping in, seeing Seunghan leaning against the doorframe.

You laughed, “Why? You barely let me look at yours.”

He scoffed and walked closer to you, “I let you look at it for a long time!”

“10 minutes is not a long time.” You corrected, “But, alright. I guess you can see my baby photos too. Why do you want to, though?”

“For the same reason you do, I guess. You’re just cute.” He said simply, smiling at you.

You were the one scoffing this time, turning your attention back to your hair, studiously ignoring your boyfriend as he gets even closer to you. He planted a kiss on your forehead silently before walking out of your room, mumbling a casual ‘goodnight’ and ‘sleep well’. You shook your head with a smile, fondness for him bubbling up in your stomach

At times, Seunghan was the most attractive boy you had ever seen. He had smooth pickup lines for days, and was sweet enough to melt anyone’s heart. But it was times like these that you liked a little more— when he showed his more vulnerable side. He got embarrassed and petty like any other person would, and you liked the reminder that you had that effect on him.

You were happy that Seunghan hadn’t noticed the stack of photo books sitting on the bed. Once you were sufficiently ready for sleep, you dipped under the covers and grabbed the first one you were looking at, flipping back to the pages you left off on. And a thought came into your brain as you scanned over the last photos— it wasn’t even a fair competition; Seunghan was objectively the cutest baby ever.

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,, @seolboba,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr

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mphountitled · 3 months

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݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "What Position Yall In?" ft. Maknae Line

Ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize getting jealous

Cw: nsfw, +18, established relationship, crack fic, jealousy, possessiveness, slight toxic relationship

Hyung Line vers.

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─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

─── ⋆⋅ Seunghan

─── ⋆⋅ Sohee

─── ⋆⋅ Anton

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eternalgyu · 29 days

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me if you even care?!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: ot7 riize x reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: kissing

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: riize brainrot for life

OSAKI SHOTARO

shotaro would find your bow agenda soo cute

especially when you put bows on every single thing you have in the house

like your hairbrush, your hair pins all your plushies had bows on them

he was scrolling on his phone one day when you tap his shoulder

“can i put bows on you :D”

would be confused you but would agree regardless because he is whipped

SUCH A PRETTY BABY

his curly hair would have 2 bows on each side and obv around his wrists as bracelets

WOULD DO THE CUTEST POSES WHEN TAKING PICTURES WITH YOU LATER

he'd be shy at first tho like covering his face

you would put ur lips on his cheek for another pose and after he would be like "okay kiss me properly now"

JDHSISIIAIA

giggling rn where's my taro

WOULD TAKE ONE OF THE BOWS AND PUT IT ON HIS BEANIE.

AND KEEP IT THERE

:(((

SONG EUNSEOK

he would find it odd but wouldnt rly say anything

mostly just because he doesn't see the hype

he might bully u sometimes but would still call u cute

until you come up to him w a roll of ribbon in ur hands.

at first he's super against it

and when you start begging him he gives in

reluctantly

"only because you look like a loser righr now and i pity you"

sigh.

what you don't know is that he's doing it because he's very whipped

gets super red when you get close to him to put on the bows

pulling you close to him when you take photos and videos afterwards

from then on he starts buying bow stuff for you!!

we've coquettifed him guys 🫡

JUNG SUNGCHAN

sungchan would pick up and comment on your new bow obsession pretty fast

would lowkey be fueling it by playing w ur hair when you had bows and kissing your forehead more

and would be confused but would let you when you offered to give him a makeover

PLS he'd be giggling the whole time tbh saying the ribbon was tickling him

"it tickles tho… WAIT BABE STOP"

AFTER the laughing fit

literally cutest poses when you guys are taking photos

bats his eyelashes HES JUST SO CUTE

hes so adorable I could take a bite out of him

what.

defo does this trend w u

fully coquettifed guys

AND

you start putting bows on his weights aswell <3

PARK WONBIN

i feel like wonbin would be well aware of the trend

definitely on the pretty ppl side of tt

and would just laugh when he sees bows everywhere

and when you ask him if you could put bows on him when he comes back from work

he would agree obv

bow on his neck as a choker <3

but SOMEHOW this man doesn't stop smouldering the whole time

serving face 24/7

and when you furrow your eyebrows in concentration he would let it slip for a moment

and smile at uuuuu

after you're done you snap a picture and send it to the gc w the rest of the boys

"hyung u look like a baby lamb" - anton

HIS FACE WOULD DROP

and you take your opportunity

and snap as many pictures as u can

blackmail photos <3

but in general he's the prettiest bby and he looks even prettier w bows <3

HONG SEUNGHAN

he finds your small obsession so so adorable

like he smiles so endearingly when he discovers yet another mug w a small ribbon tied to the handle

and when you ask him the big question he ofc agrees.

now this man can't have you this close to him without kissing you

like your trying to tie a ribbon and somehow his hand is behind your ear and he's pulling you down for a kiss

so after failing the second hair bow

you tie his hands together and finish the carefully tied knot with a bow

same thing for his legs.

you then proceed to take photos w him

"my hosta- boyfriend if u even care 😍"

where he poses adorably in the back

the video blows up and u become tiktok famous 🧍🏼‍♀️

u take more photos

wants atleast one picture where ur both kissing 🙄

cutie patootie.

LEE SOHEE

he thinks every single thing you do is so cute

ONE OF THE PICS OF U W BOWS IS HIS PFP

hes actually is the one fueling the bow obsession you have

"it looks a bit boring. should we put a bow on it?"

SO ADORABLE ACTUALLY

"yn, i saw this trend where people put bows on their boyfriends"

BOWS EVERYWHERE

he'd have small pigtails everywhere fastened by pink pretty ribbons

he probably has pink kiss marks aswell because he said it would "fit the aesthetic"

you definitely have a moment

where u turn around to kiss his cheek

and he turns around and his lips meet urs...

just saying 🤷‍♀️

coquetted to the max pookies

LEE CHANYOUNG

I don't rly think anton wouldn't pick up on it at first??

like sure he's chronically online but i don't think he's seen this trend

like he's see the bows and think they're cute

but wouldnt notice too much

which is why he's so surprised

"bows?? like jojo siwa…?"

anton knows all the trends except this one

JSJSJS U WOULD MAKE EYECONTACT W HIM

AND HE WOULD STARE BACK

and smile

and you would have to start again.

bow on his biceps.

it's self explanatory

WOULD DO CUTE TT DANCES W U

and suddenly when he walks into the dance room he's has a small pink ribbon tied to his headphones

AND HE SAYS IT REMINDS HIM OF U :((

taglist: @slytherinshua

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euseokz · 1 month

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Most to least riize members that will do foreplay before sex? 👀

@ ot7 riize — favorite forms of foreplay . . cws : fingering . oral (f) . dry humping . teasing . sexting . wc : 0.5k+ . genre : smut

a/n : so. i kinda twisted your idea a bit nonnie and i hope you don’t mind it and are still happy with this ! foreplay is kinda important and sex usually sucks without it, so i preferred to go down the route of what their favorite forms of foreplay would be 🫶🏻🫶🏻

SHOTARO - making out : he just likes how sweet but messy it is. you’ll be sucking on each other’s lips, teeth clanking by accident and tongues pressing against one another harshly. your lips will be all red by the end of it, glistening with both your salivas as strings of it connect you to one another, and nothing gets him harder and ready to fuck you than that hazy look you always get afterwards, the lust glossing over your eyes the queue for him to finally flip you over.

EUNSEOK - fingering you : he loves how wet you always are for him, but also knows you need some preparation before getting fucked, so fingering you is always his favorite option. he’ll stuff you full with just his fingers, ramming them in and out of your soaked cunt, loving the squelching sounds it makes, pressing his thumb against your clit until you’re rolling your eyes back and giving him one last moan — only then will he proceed to fuck you.

SUNGCHAN - giving you oral : he’s obsessed with the way you taste, and there’s no other way to put it. he adores sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue over it and then pushing the pink muscle into your hole. sungchan not only loves how you always squirm under him, drowning in pleasure from how good it feels, but also how good it makes him feel, his cock getting harder the longer his mouth stays on your cunt, until you’re finally cumming on him and he’s too desperate to wait any longer.

WONBIN - dry humping : he just loves how you feel on top of him, hips rocking against his as you let out breathless moans, sounding so pretty while pressing your clothed cunt against his covered erection. it feels so good for the both of you, and you always keep going until you’re on the brink of an orgasm, your clit twitching inside your panties and his dick aching between his legs, both of you finally desperate enough to finally throw your clothes away and move on.

SEUNGHAN - massages : specifically him giving you. he just loves how your skin feels under his fingertips, and loves how you let out small, soft moans, his fingers getting more daring as time passes by until he’s massaging more than just your legs or shoulders to help release tension. he’ll move over you ass, circling his palm around it, then cup your breasts before placing his hand over your cunt, pressing it over the area, waiting until you’re finally begging for him to fuck you.

SOHEE - teasing : he loves when you tease him, when you give him just enough to leave him wanting you but without getting any proper release. like when you place your palm over his erection through his pants, wrapping your fingers around it loosely, stroking it with a barely there touch through all the layers. it drives him crazy, his knee always going to press between your legs so you get a bit of your own poison, eventually both of you finally getting too needy and moving on.

ANTON - sexting : especially when he’s away, he feels like it’s the perfect build up. staying the whole day out separate from each other, sending one another flirty texts and risky photos, talking about how bad you want one another, how you miss each other, how good it’d feel if he was there to fuck you in that moment, both of you spending the entire day horny until you finally get home at night and get what you’ve been wanting so bad for all those hours.

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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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seunghan, best friends to lovers, poll, 399, wrote this the day before the news broke out, heh.

A few breathless whispers and you're pushed against the counter, a gasp leaving your lips as seunghans hands move up and down your waist, his face inches from yours.

"Tell me when to stop." Was the only thing he mutters before smashing his lips against yours, coaxing another gasp from you as your hands run up to his hair.

Seunghan was pretty sure this was breaking every rule in the bestfriends book, but he didnt care. his eyes laced with want and need from his bestfriend, that looked a little too pretty, knew him a little too well, and made him go a little crazy.

And suddenly you're in his room, your back laying against his bed as he hovers over your body with caution, trying not to put extra weight on you but also trying not to break the kiss. His lips move repeatedly against yours, his tongue parting your lips before finally slipping into your mouth, your hands rubbing at his back, your perfume sending him into a daze.

You almost jump when you hear a loud ping coming from seunghans phone, breaking the heated moment as he quickly turns it off, sending you a sheepish smile. "Sorry.." he rubs the back of his neck, getting off your body to touch his lips in secret, but you were watching him the entire time.

"Yeah.." you let out a shy chuckle, looking over to find the boy looking at you, before inching closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I think its obvious how much i like you.. and im pretty sure you like me too." His voice is deep and cool, equipped with small smirk, making you shake your head with a blush.

"Maybe i do?" You shrug, seunghan lifting up your head to place a chaste kiss on your lips, joy taking over him. "Good." He smiles, finally able to cross the bestfriend line, moving to lovers.

"You know, i kinda knew you liked me." You say after a dozen kisses later, sitting on seunghans lap with his arms around you, pulling you into a cuddle. "Oh?" He answers. "When?"

"That night when you called me pretty.. there was this smile on your face when you said it that made me think."

"Well, i wasnt lying." He looks down at you fondly, playing with your hair before letting out a whisper. "My pretty girl.."

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cloudbersoo · 6 months

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love letters｜lee sohee

synopsis: you wished to find out who your secret admirer is.

tags: lee sohee x gn!reader, high school au, fluff, troublemaker x class president, slight misunderstanding, happy ending

word count: 1.8k

my playlist while writing: good enough by chanyeol, spring day by bts, tomorrow today by jj project and here always by seungmin

another day, another letter. since last month you’ve started receiving mysterious love letters from a secret admirer. they always appear on your locker when you least expect it. sometimes it’s a cheesy pick-up line, and other times it’s a heartfelt poem. one thing common with each letter was its horrific handwriting. some days you struggled to read what your admirer had written because of how messy the writing was. but in the end, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

if you were a song, you’d be the best track on the album.

a smile rose to your face as you walk into the classroom. the day seemed a little brighter, the weight of your shoulders felt a little lighter. but the moment was ruined quicker than it had started, when you heard one irritating voice coming from the back of the room. “good morning class president!” lee sohee shouted with a big grin on his face.

one day lee sohee was going to be the death of you. he was the so-called ‘troublemaker’ of the class, and he made sure to make your life a living hell. sohee interrupts classes, asks stupid questions and then makes you explain things to him like he’s some type of baby who doesn’t understand anything.

“morning,” you answered in a monotone voice, sitting down on your seat. you turn to your friend seunghan, rolling your eyes out of annoyance. the boy next to you gives you a knowing look, a teasing smirk rising to his face. “don’t” you whined, pointing your finger at him. you turned back to the letter in your hand, your mind calming almost immediately.

“another letter? i swear you have admirers left and right,” seunghan laughs.

“haha, sadly i only care about one,” you said, sinking your head into your arms. if only there was a way to find who your secret admirer was.

meet me at the gates after school? can’t resist you anymore ;)

you were bubbling with excitement when you found the latest letter in your locker. today was finally the day when you were going to meet the love of your life – or so you thought. you were happily packing your stuff when you heard anton’s voice coming from the classroom door. “y/n, are you ready for the meeting?” his quiet voice asked. right. you completely forgot about the student council meeting. your secret admirer must have to wait.

the council meeting lasted a lot longer than you had expected. you were now rushing towards the school gates in the hopes that the person who has been sending you letters for months would still be there. but you were too late. the only other people around were the other student council members, none which looked like they were waiting for you.

you missed them.

you can’t believe it. after all this time, you still couldn’t meet the person who has lightened your days for so long. you wished that by finally meeting your admirer you could pay all the kindness back to them. disappointed, you started making your way to the bus stop closest to your school. you didn’t think your day could get any worse, but the universe was ready to prove you wrong. the only other person at the bus stop was none other than lee sohee himself, probably ready to make your life a misery.

but he didn’t even seem to notice you. sohee ran his hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his mouth. you’ve never seen him like this. sohee was never quiet, but then again, maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought.

finally sohee senses your presence, his gaze moving to you. his eyes widened in surprise as his body jumped off the bench. you gave him an awkward wave, but it didn’t seem to go too well with sohee. the boy walked away before you could say anything. as sohee left in a hurry, he failed to notice the notebook he had forgotten on the bench. you heard your bus coming from behind as you picked up the book. quickly getting into the bus, you took a seat next to a window. you took a closer look at sohee’s notebook and you couldn’t help but to get curious on what’s inside of it.

sohee wouldn’t mind if he never finds out, right?

you opened a random page somewhere in the middle of the notebook. the page was filled with what seemed to be song lyrics.

don’t wanna waste all these meanings hold tight and dream on it’s what i love the most you with me, our memories

that’s when it hit you. “this handwriting is familiar,” you mumbled. opening your packbag, you searched for any of the letters you have received. reaching one of them, you put the letter next to sohee’s notebook – the handwriting matched.

sohee was your secret admirer?

sohee was a mess. what a fool he was, thinking that you could ever accept his love. maybe staying as your secret admirer would’ve been a much better choice. but it was too late now, after you saw him yesterday after school. you must have been so disappointed to see him waiting for you at the gate. you didn’t even have the guts to come and reject him!

sohee never thought about love before. he felt like it was a waste of time at this age. he could worry about relationships later, but then he laid his eyes on you. well, the two of you had known each other for years, but something changed a couple of months ago. sohee was going on with his day like normal, waiting for you to enter the classroom so he could bother you as usual. and then you walked in…

it was like time had stopped. the sun peeked through the blinds and the light shined on you. sohee’s heart skipped a beat, red colour creeping to his cheeks. you looked utterly beautiful. had you changed your hair? or did you put on some makeup? the boy didn’t know what had come over him. how did you suddenly make him feel this way? or had he always liked you and just didn't realise?

but now he’ll have to put those feelings aside and move on. that meant no more letters for you, as much as that hurts him.

class was ending and sohee hadn’t really seen you around all day. you must be busy with student council stuff like you usually are, which for once was good with him. the boy had no idea what class he had just sat through, as he had not paid any attention whatsoever.

so much so that he had failed to notice you entering the class. it wasn’t until you stood in front of him that his eyes spotted you. his eyes widened, like a deer in the headlights. you placed something down on the table, but sohee couldn’t see what as he was unable to tear his eyes off of you. you were gorgeous, and he could feel heat rise to his face. you were the only one who had this type of impact on him. too deep in his thoughts, he didn’t realise you had started to speak.

“earth to sohee?” you waved your hand in front of his face. “can we talk for a moment? i get if you’re busy, but i think we have some things to discuss,” you spoked, nervousness peeking through your voice.

sohee couldn’t possibly resist you, how could he? he stood up immediately, getting ready to leave the room with you, but your arm stopped him. “your notebook, it’s yours right?” you said, pointing at the book on his desk.

“oh right!” sohee laughed, grabbing the notebook and following you out of the classroom.

silence fell between the two of you as you sat down at the schoolyard. you were nervously playing with your fingers, finding the right words to say. sohee wasn’t saying anything either, which was very unlike him. you decided to take a closer look at him, something you’ve never done before. his eyes were soft as they wandered around, not quite sure where he was supposed to look. he was biting on his pouty lower lip, and there were a couple moles on his left cheek. his short hair was messy, pointing in different directions. sohee was nice to look at, he was cute even.

“are you just gonna stare at me all day? i mean i get it, i’m quite the catch” the boy finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours, a smile rising to his lips.

a blush made it to your cheeks. “so… you wrote me all those letters?”

“yeah, sorry to disappoint you,” he mumbled while lowering his head again.

“what do you mean?”

the boy scratched the back of his neck, his sweet smile long gone. “that it was me, i mean, you didn’t show up yesterday and i thought-” he started, his voice weak.

“i had council stuff to finish and couldn’t make it on time” you interrupted the boy, wanting to finally explain yourself. “then at the bus stop you were all weird and you forgot your notebook… and i took a quick look and your handwriting matched the letters but at that point i was already on my way home…” you went on. maybe you and sohee had started on the wrong foot, but now that you knew he had this softer side to him, you were starting to see him in a new light.

you moved on your seat, shifting a little closer to the boy. “i’m glad to know it was you,” you confessed, smiling at him. sohee’s head snapped towards you, face full of surprise. a shy smile rose to his lips, his cheeks hueing pink.

“really?” he asked shyly. you took his hand to yours, as you nodded as conformation. “oh wow, this is not what i expected to happen,” sohee giggled, squeezing your hand. he looked deep into your eyes, his own ones conveying all the feelings he had carried inside him all this time. his hand came up to your face, moving away a few strands of your hair. his palm was warm, just like him. like magnets, the two of you started to lean into each other.

“is this when we kiss?” he said with a teasing smirk on his face. your face dropped, of course sohee would say something to ruin the moment.

a sigh left your mouth. “just kiss me already,” you replied, grabbing into the collar of his shirt.

“gladly” he answered and finally your lips connected. his lips were as soft as they looked. both of sohee’s hands held your face, slightly squeezing your cheeks due to the boy’s excitement. he smiled into the kiss, a small laugh leaving his mouth.

you backed down a little, wanting to have a look at the boy. “what’s so funny?” you asked, voice filled with amusement.

“just happy, that’s all” sohee said, giving you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. one that you wouldn’t mind getting used to. “now give me another one!” the boy in front of you said excitedly.

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- end

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harufluff · 13 days

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saw your post, what are your thoughts on seunghan best friends to lovers trope??

love this omg

bff!seunghan who has always been protective of you. but all of a sudden when you went into high school together it got worse.

bff!seunghan who only had like two classes with you, so every passing period and lunch would run off to go find you.

bff!seunghan who makes a stop by the vending machine before running to your classroom to spend the rest of break with you.

bff!seunghan who does this everyday, and everyone in your grade knows you do, so is surprised when he jogs into the door of your classroom to see one of your upper class men sitting at the desk in front of you with the chair pulled around and his arm in your desk. he notices how uncomfortable you look with him so close.

bff!seunghan who walks over to the two of you, trying his best to keep his composure, but is practically livid seeing someone else looking at you with those eyes.

bff!seunghan who comes up to you putting your drink down on the table noticeably enough for the other boy to look up at him with a glare.

bff!seunghan who doesn’t blink while staring back and telling him that he’s got the wrong classroom.

bff!seunghan who you thank, but suddenly his eyes soften at the sight of you standing up and hugging him. you ask him what’s wrong, only for him to say just as suddenly “i like you.”

bf!seunghan who still does what he did when you were simply friends, but now just to a different extent. now bf!seunghan won’t hesitate to tell people to move because he’s your boyfriend.

bf!seunghan who can’t help but baby you when he does have a hold of you. and bf!seunghan who all he wants is to spend time with his girlfriend.

bring bro back please i be missing him 🙏🙏

#riize x reader #riize fic #riize sungchan #riize seunghan #riize shotaro #riize soft hours #riize soft thoughts #haruka’s anons ⭐️ ~#riize anton x reader #hong seunghan #seunghan x reader #seunghan imagines

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fleurlia · 4 months

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pairing; seunghan x idol reader

genre; angst, kinda fluff, lovers to exes

note; i hope you guys like this! riize has been really on my mind lately, and it was fun writing about them. i think i'll continue if you enjoy it;

your biggest dream was to debut as an idol. it always had been.

and when you finally made at the age seventeen and after some time of relentless work and effort, you could hear the words "congratulations, you did it" and then make your debut alongside your four closest friends. you felt complete, nothing in the world could take away what you now had.

although you were not paid enough for the hours of effort and the amount you did and all the other thousands of negative points, you never felt so happy in your short life and that was enough for you. the sensation of stepping onto the stage once more always rekindled a sense of fulfillment, filling a void you didn't even realize existed.

the first year was magical, creating a bond with your new four best friends who had essentially become an integral part of your family, revived something within you. the amount of trips, especially for someone who had never left the city, the absurd love that you received from the fans. all the experiences that you might remember for the rest of your life had been in that first year as the main vocalist of your group.

you never experienced emptiness like before; everything was consistently whole and fulfilling. even the various roles and positions you held within the group occupied a significant space within you.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan.

it was obvious that you would fall for him, who wouldn't?

it was like blinking, natural and predictable. you remembered the feeling of simply looking at him and thinking "it's him", nothing like love at first sight or that you were destined to be together – although seunghan sometimes swore to you that you had been made molded for each other. the feeling of falling in love with him was like sleeping and waking up, you didn't notice or remember how you slept but as soon as you opened your eyes in the morning you knew you had slept. you knew you loved seunghan.

your relationship lasted two years. you would remember these years fondly for the rest of your existence.

from his contagious laughter and humor to his sweet voice singing for you to rest in his arms as you both slept. your relationship was filled with love, passion and missing each other, you spent some time in the united states promoting your group and seunghan was preparing for riize's debut since the first months of dating. you more than anyone else hoped for the day he would be on stage with all eyes on him.

the void that was once filled only by stages and fans now also welcomed you with open arms every day as you returned home.

everything started to go wrong just before the group's debut. pictures of seunghan with an old girlfriend began to be uploaded on the internet a few weeks before the official debut day. you knew him, you would recognize his laugh amid thousands, knew exactly what displeased him and even the way he sneezed, so it was obvious that you knew about it and it was never something to bother you because when you two met you were almost adults.

that was the first ugly fight you had, you had never seen him so upset and nervous before that day. you had a stable career, SM had given a preview of your debut as an actress that year and would officially debut you in your fourth year with the group in a drama as the protagonist, you were extremely popular in the eyes of everyone and seunghan was not, he was far from it and would need to try hard to fix the situation, even though it was not a mistake.

you should have broken up, you and him knew that, but it didn't happen. you still don't know how but after practically begging your manager and him compassionately trying to resolve it, your relationship was 'forgotten' and the concern was turned to how to fix the situation.

and then seunghan finally debuted, it was one of the happiest days for both of you and despite all the confusion, the eyes really turned to him. now both shared that feeling of affection to the stage and fans, and at the end of the day returned to each other's arms.

everything seemed fine, but you knew it wasn't deep down, it seemed like a countdown to something neither of you could avoid. around him, he never seemed worried and nervous, always maintaining his sweet smile and calmly passionate eyes for you, but sometimes you could see how he drifted into a worried expression. it was a matter of two months until you broke up.

you didn't see that coming, you never would have.

you had been called to one of those meetings by your manager, it was nothing new. there was always an alignment or agenda adjustments meeting. you left the practice room as if nothing could happen, innocently even smiled at some people on the way. when you opened the door to the meeting room, you could see seunghan and his manager sitting on the other side of your manager's table.

the same boy you woke up that same morning. in his arms.

you can't remember what was said, what was agreed or arranged, but you broke up there, on that silly tuesday, in such a simple and cruel way. two years of your life were erased there in that small room of that big building. seunghan didn't look you in the eyes once or spoke. both of you spent all those minutes in pure silence. while you couldn't take your eyes off the transparent table and then him, he just sat there with no emotions in his face or eyes, it was as if you didn't know him at all. in the end when both of yours managers discussed about the risky relationship and how you and him couldn't keep it for the sake of both careers, he stood up with his manager from the room and then disappeared behind the door.

after that day, you never saw him again.

his hiatus was announced the next day and despite seeing the other members of his group and even interacting with them, you never heard his name or voice again. you didn't return to the apartment that once belonged to both of you until his things disappeared from there and you could move, and even if you had tried to contact him in moments of pure anger at how he could give up on you so easily, he never answered you, and you understood him. you could understand why he had given up, maybe in his place, you would do the same.

a month passed, all the awards and events came, Christmas and New Year also passed, all of them being the first time in two years that you did it without your boyfriend. he was nowhere to be found. the hearts of everyone around you forgot about it, but yours never did. despite all of that, the emptiness you felt was not even filled by fans, projects, or stages, and it continued to haunt you for a while.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan again, in the winter of the first month of the new year announcing his return to riize.

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totheseok · 28 days

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might write a small seunghan fluff drabble to cope with the siren mishap

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dozhan · 8 months

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In pause

Seunghan e Sohee, Riize.

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slytherinshua · 27 days

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MISSION: CHEER UP MY BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. kinda angsty cause seunghan is sad :( warnings. kinda implied that this is abt the seunghan situation so its angsty :( but a lot of kissing <3 pairing. seunghan x fem!reader. wc. 602. request. no. a/n. im so sick and tired of this i love seunghan sm i miss him sm i cannot stand this skdjksdjks literally seeing cb stuff is breaking me im not gonna be watching any of it but ill probably be writing a lot of seunghan fics so feel free to req other briizes who miss him like me </3

“That’s it. We’re not doing this anymore.” You announced suddenly, your voice laced with a determination that Seunghan knew meant that you absolutely could not be persuaded away from whatever your mind had come up with.

He hummed a little quietly, waiting for you to continue your thought. To be honest, today was not the best day for him to match your energetic energy. He loved having fun and spending time with you, but maybe it was one particular twitter comment that stuck with him, or the meeting he had been in yesterday that kept dwelling on his mind, his mood had been down since the day started.

You didn’t continue your thought however, and instead snatched Seunghan’s phone right out of his hands. He looked up at you with confused eyes and fallen eyebrows.

“Give it back.” Seunghan pleaded. He didn’t have energy to try and wrestle you for it. Even forming words was challenging at the moment. He felt like he could break down in tears at any second, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to show you how much it was all affecting him.

“Give it back so you can continue doom-scrolling under your hashtag? Not gonna happen, Hani.” You shook your head firmly. Taking your own phone from your back pocket, you placed both phones in the drawer of the bedside table and shut it. Seunghan watched silently, sinking further into the sheets with a frown on his face.

You brushed off your hands after completing your phone-snatching task, seemingly very pleased with yourself. Seunghan didn’t want to admit it, but seeing you with so much energy despite everything that was going wrong made him feel a little better. A tiny warm feeling in his chest started to bloom, but it wasn’t quite enough to lift his mood completely.

“Now— mission: cheer up my boyfriend, is a go!” You declared, and climbed onto the bed again. Seunghan’s lip twitched, fighting to grow into a smile, but he didn’t let it. He laid still, hands crossed over his chest until you grabbed one of his hands and pulled him closer. He didn’t fight back; he had already decided in his mind that that would just make the situation more miserable, even if he had no energy to match your cheerfulness.

You pulled him until his head was in your lap, smiling happily that he didn’t protest. He turned so he faced up, looking at you with those dark eyes, waiting for what your next move would be. You simply let your lips curve into a smile before diving down to press a kiss to his nose.

He scrunched it up, his eyes closed from the suddenness of your movement, “What was that for?” He breathed out. He waited for the answer which you never gave, already pressing your lips to his skin again. His forehead, temple, cheek, chin, nose, lips— anywhere you could reach. It felt slightly ticklish to Seunghan, simultaneously summoning butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t stop the laugh that surfaced when your kisses moved closer to his ear.

You smiled against his skin, “There it is. I missed your laugh so much.” You whispered, pulling back with a fond smile on your face. Seunghan’s eyes widened a little, gazing up with an even fonder look than you. He pulled himself up, one hand on your cheek as he returned your kiss.

You smiled gleefully, the success of your cheer-up mission being more than you could have expected. All it took was a few simple kisses to bring Seunghan’s smile back— at least for a little while.

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hannie-dul-set · 6 months

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THREE'S A CROWD — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. three of your friends fight for your affection, totally not because they like you— but simply because they can’t stand the idea of you liking someone else.

PAIRINGS. jung sungchan, park wonbin, hong seunghan x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, rom-com, reverse harem, just a bunch of arrogant and silly little boys in denial, a collection of italicized oh moments in succession, featuring the rest of riize and nct. WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, mild possessiveness, so much petty and childish behavior, drinking, breaking and entering, may add more in the full fic. WORD COUNT. preview: 3.2k | full fic: est. 15-18k.

RELEASE DATE. november to december. TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. i said i'd do it. so i did. i am. and i'm having so much fun writing another shitstorm of a harem so i hope you find this as fun as i do HAHAHHAHA. sick and tired of seeing nothing but smut under the riize x reader tag so here is my contribution to society. you're welcome.

preview under the cut.

THERE ARE CURRENTLY THREE HEADS IN THE MALE DORMITORY LOUNGE. One is Sungchan, tinkering with the foosball table by himself because the other two heads are refusing to play with him. Second is Wonbin laid comfortably on the couch, headphones on and using his lap as a drum set. Last is Seunghan, on the floor for some reason, and eyes trained intently on his phone with his thumbs tapping on the screen like a madman.

The number gets added when Sohee rushes in from the front door, a large McDonald’s paper bag in hand and four large cups of soda in the other. “Order’s here!” he announces. The three heads quickly pop up from their respective businesses and congregate to the dining corner of the room.

“Fuck,” Sungchan groans, following the scent of the warm, freshly cooked mcnuggets on the table. The other three are already seated and poking holes in their soda cups. Sungchan is still groaning like a zombie. The two open nugget boxes are enticing him. He won’t . He must not. “I can’t eat. I forgot I had dinner plans tonight.”

“With a girl?” Sohee asks. The number of nuggets is depleting by the second. If the rest of the guys come down, there will be none left for him.

“Yes,” Sungchan replies. He swallows hard. Wonbin takes the boot shaped chicken right before his very eyes. This is torture.

Seunghan scrunches his nose, mid-nugget. “Boo. You whore. It’s guys night. How can you do this to us?”

“A few nuggets can’t hurt,” says Wonbin. He pokes the box closer to Sungchan.

“You’re right. Move over.”

They snort at his flimsy conviction. Sungchan argues that he is simply experiencing the delicacies of both the east and the west tonight. You’re supposed to have Japanese with him tonight. There is nothing wrong with cross-cultural enjoyment. He is simply diversifying his palate.

“So, is it a date?” asks Seunghan.

“No. I’m just eating out with a friend.”

“Just the two of you?”

Wonbin raises a brow with the question. Sungchan counts the numbers in his head. “Yeah.” If he eats another nugget, then that would make it five. Five can be counted with only one hand. That isn’t a lot. This is fine.

“Oh man,” Sohee snickers. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s a date.”

“No way!” he defends, the fifth and final nugget stuffed in his mouth. Sungchan swallows before continuing, wiping his hand on the pile of tissue papers on the table. “It’s not a date. I mean, she did tell me that she has a little crush on me, but it’s not a date.”

The three don’t miss the slight curl of his lips— a bastard’s sly grin. It’s a date. It’s definitely a date. Seunghan gives him a hard smack on the back. “The girl has a crush on you, how is it not a date, you piece of shit?”

“Ow! Hey!” he glares at him. “It really isn’t! We even had a whole talk we’re keeping it strictly platonic. I’m not interested in her in that way and she knows that. I’m not doing anything wrong here!”

There’s both disappointment and judgment in Wonbin’s face. “Quit leading her on.”

Sungchan gasps. “I’m not!”

“Who is it anyway?” Sohee asks right before taking an obnoxious sip on his soda. “Maybe I know her.”

“Well, I doubt it,” he starts. “I’m pretty sure you guys don’t know her, but she’s—”

Your name stumbles out of Sungchan’s mouth. It falls quiet, save for Sungchan’s explanation that he met you through the soccer team’s captain, Nakamoto Yuta, and that he’s known you for around half a year now. You’re in different majors, but it turns out you have quite a lot of friends from his team, so you bump into each other a lot. Sungchan knew about your crush on him early into your acquaintanceship— which is why having dinner with you and just you isn’t, “and shouldn’t be that big of a deal! It’s not a date. Seriously.”

“Okay, it’s not a date,” Sohee relents. Sungchan nods proudly at his victory.

“Yes. It is not.”

“But you know what’s funny—” Sohee’s eyes move to Seunghan. “The girl you told me about has the same name. What a coincidence.”

Seunghan is sitting on the table like a mound of stone. He’s got a half-eaten nugget in his hands. He’s not putting it in his mouth. “That’s right,” he simply says. There’s a faraway look in his eyes. “That is pretty funny. What a coincidence.” Coincidence, Seunghan repeats in his head. Yes. It must be a coincidence. He nods to himself and throws the nugget remnants into his mouth, satisfied with that conclusion.

“What girl?” Wonbin rouses. Seunghan turns his head to him sharply.

“Oh,” he says. “A friend from highschool.”

“A friend that’s had feelings for him since highschool,” Sohee grins. “You said she was pretty. Why didn’t you two start dating?”

Is this the chicken’s fault? Why the heck does everything keep circling back to dating? “I don’t know. I’ve just never seen her in that light,” Seunghan explains. He doesn’t know why he’s getting riled up, but he is. “And just because someone confessed to you doesn’t mean they want to start dating. Dude, I feel like you’re the one that should go and find a date. Being single is getting to your head.”

Seunghan has been friends with you since eleventh grade, being classmates and all. You confessed to him early into grade twelve, and even though he didn’t return your feelings, it was never awkward because you never acted differently. In fact, sometimes he second guesses if it actually happened. Just a few days ago, he asked if you still like him to confirm. All you said was, “yeah, why?” and continued working on your assignment. That’s why sometimes he forgets. That’s why it’s not worth bringing up.

Until now, when your name suddenly keeps popping up. Wonbin utters the same. Seunghan and Sungchan’s head quickly snap towards him. “You guys aren’t talking about SM-ARTS Chairperson, right?”

SM-ARTS is an art organization in your university. It’s been a well known org since its foundation— half because of its achievements, half because of its stupid (smart) name. “That’s...yes, that is her.” Seunghan gets a bad feeling. A really bad fucking feeling, and it’s not just having too much unhealthy chicken nuggets from McDonald’s. “Why? Do you also know her?”

“Of course I do. I’m literally her Vice Chair,” Wonbin furrows his brows. This is strange. He’s been working with you since the beginning of the year and you’ve never mentioned a Jung Sungchan nor a Hong Seunghan before. What’s even stranger is their assertions that you have feelings for them. You. For them. It’s a ridiculous thought to entertain because, “she literally told me that he has a crush on me. What are you two talking about?”

Wonbin couldn’t get a more direct confession than yours. It’s typical for the rest of your org officers and members to tease the both of you— the snickers and hollers when you’d call him to discuss something in private, the teasing saying you two look good together. Hell, some of the kids even call you both mom and dad and it’s gone to the point where he’s told them off to quit it because you might be uncomfortable. But you’d always say, “it’s fine,” and “you didn’t mind,” with a sweet smile on your face. Now, he’s no stranger to those insinuations, and for the sake of your professional relationship, he needed your denial or agreement.

Turns out, you do have a crush on him.

So this has become very, very awkward.

“Maybe—” Sungchan stammers. “Maybe...maybe we’re each talking about a different person, maybe there’s actually three different— oh, hey. What are you doing here?”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

“Hey!”

The sound of your voice bouncing around the male dormitory walls feel foreign and jarring, especially after the conversation that had just transpired. You set down your bag on their couch, walking up to them with a bright smile that doesn’t match their vibe at all.

There’s tension in the air. A very thick and palpable tension and the three are exchanging glances and looks as if to say, ‘Go on. Go say hi to her first if she’s the girl you’ve been talking about.’

But you beat them to it. “Wow. I didn’t think you three knew each other!” you exclaim, skipping over to the dining corner where you find yourself in the gap between Sungchan and Seunghan. The two flinch at the closeness of your presence. Wonbin tightens his jaw. “Anyway, is Shotaro around? I need to talk to him about our trip this weekend, but he’s not replying.”

“He’s in his room. Upstairs. Fourth floor.”

It’s not a competition, but hearing how quickly the response falls out of Wonbin’s lips sure does makes it seem like it is. Sungchan has his mouth open, gives Wonbin a look, before closing it again. Seunghan never even got the chance, and Sohee is looking at the scene unfold like it’s a goddamned trashy movie.

“Great, thanks!” you beam. “Oh, and we’re still up for dinner tonight, right?”

They can’t go for another speed contest because the question is reserved for one person only— Sungchan, who seems to be caught off guard. “Yeah. Absolutely,” he manages to squeeze out. You smile.

“Sweet. Wonbin, have you prepared the documents I asked for tomorrow’s meeting?”

It’s like a question carousel. “I’ll send them later for you to review.”

“Perfect! Right, and Seunghan—” There goes another rotation. “Mind driving me to the reunion this Friday? Jaeha bailed on me at the last minute, that son of a bitch.”

Seunghan blinks at you, in a daze. “Sure.”

“Nice! And you—”

Your attention lands on the last person at the table. Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan didn’t expect you to even entertain him. “Sohee,” their friend fills in, a little taken aback. You flash him a bright grin.

“Sohee! Nice to meet you! Love your necklace. Very chic.”

For some reason the smile on Sohee’s face is annoying to the other three boys. “Thanks!” he says. “Have a nugget before you go.” They didn’t think it was possible, but somehow your face glows even brighter and you lean down, still between Seunghan and Sungchan, to pick up a piece from the box.

“Thought you guys would never offer. Thank you! I’ll see you around!”

With that you disappear up the stairs, and you take all the noise and the life in the room with you. It’s quiet. So quiet— almost like there’s a standoff. That is until Sohee clears his throat, still pink from the compliment you gave him, and says, “Well. Seems like she’s the same person.”

No fucking shit, she’s the same person. They can’t keep making excuses anymore.

Seunghan tries to play it off with a laugh. “I can’t believe you guys would lie and joke about her having a crush on you.” His laugh isn’t well taken by the other two. It spirals down to shit all too quickly.

“What do you mean ‘lie’?” Wonbin narrows his eyes.

Sungchan hollers in. “Yeah, if anything, you’re the one that’s lying! You and him both!”

“Why would I lie?!” Seunghan protests.

“I don’t know— maybe because you’re jealous that she likes me and not either of you?”

Before they can start throwing fists, Sohee interrupts by making himself the collective target. “Have you guys considered,” he starts, hands solemnly pressed together above the crumb littered table. “That she might have a tinge of feelings for all three of you? Not just one?”

They pause in consideration. It takes them five seconds to brush him off.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“No way.”

“Why would she?”

Sohee sighs and gives up. He hears a set of footsteps rushing down and hopes it’s you, so that his three friends would finally quit it. It is you, and Sohee lifts up. Your timing is impeccable. He’s almost convinced you’ve been listening the whole time.

“Hey,” you greet them once again, flashing a smile once, before going off to retrieve your bag from the couch. The three quiet down instantaneously and have resigned to glaring at each other in seething silence. Seunghan isn’t very good at glaring at people, so he reorganizes his strategy instead.

“How’s the thing with Taro hyung?” he asks, twisting his chair to face you better. Sungchan and Wonbin give him a dirty look. That bastard. He’s even considering body language into play.

“Oh! The trip is canceled.” You sling your bag over your shoulder. “So my Sunday has been cleared. Do you guys want to make plans?”

Crap.

You just tossed them a bone.

Sohee is sure this isn’t gonna end pretty.

“Why don’t we go on a date?”

All eyes are wide. Their heads snap in the direction of Wonbin— the fast bastard. His expression is nonchalant, but his shaking knee from under the table says otherwise. “There’s a contemporary art exhibit opening downtown. Let’s check it out together,” This bitch, Sungchan’s expression seems to say. Seunghan’s disappointment seeps through the air.

“Like. A date, date?” you confirm, eyes batting expectantly, as if you have a barrier against the palpably sour and rotten mood flooding the room in ominous swirls.

“Yeah,” Wonbin confirms. He’s lucky you’re too far away to notice the sweat dripping down his neck. “Is...is that a problem? You said you liked me. Why don’t we give it a shot?”

All hell breaks loose the moment you entertain them with flustered cheeks and a shy smile.

“No! Don’t go!” Sungchan’s had it. He can’t take this anymore. “If there’s anyone you should be going out with, it should be me! You like me! Not them!”

Seunghan has left his seat and has scrambled over to you. Wonbin and Sungchan’s eyes widen. They aren’t letting him do this. They quickly follow suit but Seunghan already has a firm hold on your arms and is looking deep into your eyes. He’s put up an invisible barrier. Fuck, that sneaky bastard.

“Were you actually serious when you said that you had a crush on me since eleventh grade?” His voice cracks. If he’s trying to tap into your pity, then it’s definitely fucking working. “But why are these two saying you like them? What about us?! Am I nothing to y—”

Your index finger finds its way over Seunghan’s lips. Silence befalls. Your blank face settles into a sound smile.

“Well,” you pry Seunghan’s hands off you, still smiling pleasantly at all of them. What is this ominous feeling? Why doesn’t it seem like you’re actually smiling at them? “As far as I remember, none of you returned my confessions.”

It’s like a hammer hits all three of them at once.

“And I still like you Seunghan. We literally talked about it the other day.” You gave him a two word answer then brushed him off your essay. That was hardly a conversation. Seunghan feels wronged beyond words.

“How—how about me?”

You look over to Sungchan, who looks arguably like a kicked puppy. “What about you?”

“Well,” he clears his throat, a faint blush coating his ears. “Do you still, uh, have feelings for me too, or—”

“Sungchan, do you think I’d have kept asking you to have dinner alone with me every week if I didn’t like you?” He blinks. Beside him, Wonbin points a finger to himself. You let out a breath. “I’d be blind and tasteless if I wasn’t into you, Wonbin. Especially after working closely together since the beginning of the year. Why are you guys asking me this?”

Sohee has stopped liking all these ominous periods of silence because they’re signs that even more chaos is about to ensue. His three friends’ eyes look empty and hollow as they stare at you. Oh god, they’re far gone.

“So,” Wonbin starts.

“You like us,” Seunghan follows.

“Like all three of us,” Sungchan finishes.

You give them a smile reminiscent of a kindergarten teacher feeling a swell of pride after her student finishes reciting the alphabet. Sohee feels sympathy pains for his friends. “Yup. I also have a crush on Johnny from med, but he’s graduating soon, so that’s a bummer. Oh! And our TA Jung Jaehyun! He has the face of a god!” Oh, dear. You stomp on them then finish it off with a spit on their faces. Sohee bites his lip, feeling both horrendously bad and curious as to how this shitshow will conclude.

The three simmer in silence. You give them a raised brow.

“Why? Is there a problem?”

Oh, there’s a fucking problem, alright.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that? I did confess to all three of you saying I have a crush on you, but I never said I was in love with you.”

Well, damn.

Neither of them like you like that, but that shit hurt for no fucking reason.

“Don’t think too much of it, sillies! And I don’t get why you’re all so affected when you’re the ones who didn’t return my feelings.”

Your laughter is poison and your smiling face is tearing them apart. You’re heartless. You’re a devil disguised as an angel. You’re from the deepest depths of hell and have come to earth for the sole reason of tooth-achingly sweet and strawberry scented torment. If they can fall to their knees right now, they would, but their pride is tattered enough already— ripped to shreds by your unapologetic bluntness and honesty.

“Anyway, since I already have plans with the three of you within the week, Sungchan’s later this evening—” The man in question is pouting. He’s pouting very hard when your eyes skip over him, and zones into the person that’s been quiet this entire time. “Sohee! Wanna go bowling with me and my bio friends this Sunday?”

That was a bomb. A large and dangerous bomb. “Sure?” Sohee responds unknowingly. You give them one last sweet smile of torture before finally leaving.

“Great! Get my number from any of them. I have to go meet some people. Later! Thanks for the snack!”

With that, you leave them behind, but not without a trace of disaster. Once they’ve confirmed you’re gone and out, signaved by the tight shutting of the door, Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan look at each other. Then at Sohee. Then back at the closed door once more.

It’s quiet again. They don’t need to talk to settle with three mutual conclusions.

One. Sohee isn’t getting shit after the emotional massacre they went through. He can go crawl and scavenger for your number elsewhere for all they care.

Two. There’s no doubt. They all know you and you all know them. This is something they can’t ignore anymore, so they have to figure out how to behave in case a run in like this happens again,

And three—

You like them. All three of them. At the same time.

Their pride can’t stand the idea of sharing that affection. Absolutely not. Therefore three must drop down to one. Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan are dead set on making sure that that one is going to be him.

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euseokz · 3 months

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@ seunghan — you not loving me ? sure. me not loving you ? impossible !! cws : fingering . handjob . mentions of being drunk but no drunk sex . wc : 1.3k+ . genre : smut

LOVER! SEUNGHAN who you’re not dating, but also not not dating.

your relationship was weird. there was never a formal proposal, so technically you weren’t an official couple, but you did go on dates together, and had sweet nicknames for each other, and liked each other way more than normal friends would, so maybe you were just stuck in the middle. sometimes you’d joke that you were lovers, lovers that lacked the intimate aspect you would usually share, but still lovers because you were more than friends.

it was a mess, and if it was up to you things would probably be different, but sometimes reading seunghan’s emotions was hard so you preferred to just let things be and allow them to flow in their own way — or you would have let things be, had you not gotten drunk enough to forget any inhibitions you had.

it wasn’t unusual for you two to spend saturday nights at seunghan’s room, you both sat at the two bean bags by his tv while some movie or tv shows played, some snacks and drinks scattered around you. it was unusual, however, that you’d consume enough alcohol to get drunk. seunghan thought it was comical, you were touchier than normal, having somehow been able to share the space of his bean bag with him even if it was means for only one person, pressing yourself completely up against him, starting to ramble about things you probably wouldn’t mention were you sober — one of them being how much you truly liked him and how you hoped things between you two could be actually serious, that you could be an actual couple instead of just doing some of the stuff couples do, instead of being stuck between dating and being just friends.

your confession caught seunghan off-guard, and at that moment he just laughed it off, moving you to his bed and letting you fall asleep next to him. he did, however, spend a good chunk of the night thinking about what you said. he knew that drunk words were sober thoughts, so there had to be some truth to your confession, it had to somehow emulate what you truly felt but avoided admitting to. seunghan liked you, and it wasn’t that he didn’t show it, but more so that he was so caught up on the idea that the feeling wasn’t mutual that it never occurred to him that you might have liked him back. he felt ashamed over it for some reason, over not having been able to decipher your true feeling up until you (accidentally) admitted to them — so he wanted to make it up to you, by showing you just how much he truly liked you.

as soon as he noticed you starting to wake up, seunghan moved closer to you, his face mere centimeters away from yours before he started pressing gentle kisses against your cheeks, pecking your forehead briefly and even leaving a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. when you opened your eyes, you asked him what he was doing, flashes of last night instantly coming to you when you felt him continue pressing his lips against your skin. seunghan only gave you a brief reply, something about how he was gonna prove to you that he did truly like you too — not that you fully registered any of it, everything that had happened in the past few hours warming your cheeks in embarrassment, leaving you to wonder just exactly what, and how much, had you told seunghan for him to be suddenly acting this way, for him to be so invested in whatever he was doing.

you allowed him to keep going though, humming as you felt him lower his kisses to your neck, pressing them against its side softly, eventually taking off your shirt so he could keep trailing down your body, pecking every inch of skin he could until he had reached the hem of your pajama bottoms.

seunghan’s hands, that had been placed on either side of your waist the entire time, moved to pull at your pants, looking up to you and asking if he could take them off, a sweet but enthusiastic gaze taking over his expression, his eagerness coming through thanks to it. you said a faint yes, helping him in continuing to undress you until you were feeling his lips press against your thighs, that being his last stop as he moved to be between your spread legs, going up again so he was hovering over you, his hands placed by your shoulders, his chest close to yours, and his growing bulge pressing against your clothed heat.

you felt like hours passed by in between seunghan taking off his shirt and starting to properly kiss you. his lips felt even warmer against yours, somehow so much gentler than before. he wanted to be careful with you, to show you how much he cared about you, treating you as if you were made of porcelain, any sudden or harsh movements enough to break you. you could feel him slowly starting to rub his erection against you, his movements slow, barely even noticeable. you placed one hand on seunghan’s chest, the other going down to now pull at the hem of his pajama pants, his desperation seemingly having rubbed off on you. you wanted to touch him, needed to know just how good he could make you feel, if the daydreams you had over it would live up to the real thing — which, thankfully, they did, the second your were both undressed being when seunghan moved onto actually pleasing you, his fingers cold when they started pressing against your swollen clit, pulling a soft moan out of you. his gaze was focused, he wanted to make sure he was making you feel good, that he was touching you the exact way you liked. when he pushed two fingers into you, you let out a low mewl of seunghan’s name, your eyes immediately closing when you felt them delicately press up into the spongy spot that made you see stars. seunghan started thrusting his digits in and out of you slowly, bending them upwards into the right places until you were begging for more, begging for him to keep going because it just felt too good — and obviously, without hesitation, seunghan obliged, going faster, starting to kiss you while trying to bring you to an orgasm, his thumb beginning to draw swift circles over your clit when he felt you bring him closer to you, one of your hands running up the back of his neck, scratching his skin shallowly, while the other one moved over to his dick, grabbing it as best as you could and fisting it lazily, not applying enough pressure to make him cum, but enough to make him also moan into your kiss.

seeing just how impatient you were, seunghan moved even more of his attention towards pleasuring you, breaking the kiss so he could look at how well your pussy took his fingers, desperate to see how pretty it would look swallowing his entire cock, the mere thought of it making his length twitch against your touch.

eventually, you started to feel your orgasm build up, the imaginary knot in your lower stomach tying harder as you whined seunghan’s name, telling him that you were close, begging him to not stop until you were finally cumming, moaning his name shamelessly as your pussy clenched around him, your fingers wrapping around his cock harder and your back arching in pure pleasure. seunghan swore that he would never get tired of seeing you like that, so taken over by bliss all because of him — so he made sure that he could experience it again as soon as possible, helping you ride out your high by still slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you, already getting ready to properly fuck you.

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chiiyuuvv · 3 months

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[DAY 8] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— " you ganging up against your friends during a game and being smug afterwards " ; a's oblivious to b's feelings ft. riize

♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize

The room erupts in laughter, your laughter. "and lets see.." seunghan, your partner, says, "thats two spaces forward but oh wait! I land on the space where i can take two more spaces. Going up the board, kicking sungchan hyung out of the way so you have to start over, past antons trap and boom, im in first place." Seunghan lets out a long sigh in triumph, wiping the fake sweat from his brows as sungchan scuffs.

"This is no fair.. hate this game." He grumbles to himself, and to his partner beside him, anton. "Who's turn is it?" Seunghan askes, with his signature smirk, leaning on his arm in confidence.

He eyes sohee when he raises his hand, grabbing the dice to cage into his hands before shaking and releasing it. "10!" Sohee announces, moving his figure — he knocks over sungchan again, making the latter scoff once more. He falls into antons trap so two points were deducted, but he still manages to be one space ahead of seunghan.

"WHAT!" the said boy says loudly, the rest of the boys secretly rolling their eyes because they know seunghan didn't care about the game, hes just trying to put up a fake persona to impress you. And to their misfortune, its working. With a gasp, you quickly get up to roll your dice, helping seunghan out by placing him three steps ahead of sohee. "Oh my god, thank you." He begins. "I could almost kiss you."

Do it then, the boys think to themselves, before sighing, and continuing their game. "You counted it wrong," eunseok said directed to you. "Since taro hyung has a counter, you lose your points, and sohees still in the lead."

"NOOOO!!" Seunghan shouts again, waving his fist in the air as if its the ceiling fault. "Its okay," you reason, grabbing his fist. "We'll get them by the end of the game anyways." Seunghan immediately calms down under your touch, his voice suddenly small as he blushes like crazy. "Oh my, are you okay?! Are you sick or something?? Guys i think he has a feve-"

"OH MY GOD!" wonbin erupts, flipping over the board game. "Hey, why did you do tha-"

"HE LIKES YOU IDIOT! HE'S BEEN TRYING TO IMPRESS YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME! YOU THINK HE LIKES THIS GAME?? HE SKIMMED THE INSTRUCTIONS WHEN HE HEARD YOU WERE COMING! GOD!" an angry wonbin runs his hands through his hair, walking out of the living room and to the bathroom as shotaro chases after him, making sure he doesnt break anything along the way.

You and the boys sit in silence, before you whip your head to the latter. "You.. like me??" Your voice was as small as seunghans.

"Apparently its obvious.." he plays with his fingers, sending you a glance. "I like you a lot-"

"AHHH!! go get a room, i dont want to watch you make out." Anton covers his eyes along with everyone else, waving you off. With a grin, seunghan gets up, lacing your hands together before leading you to his room. You were definitely going to suffer a heart attack tonight, and so was he. How nice.

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sminiac · 22 days

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Hiii it’s me🧸 I was wondering if you could write about reader’s first time with seunghan? If that’s ok ofc thankyouu 🩷

౨ৎ⋆˚｡ — Secrets !

⋆ Hong Seunghan + Bestfriend!Reader

💌 — Hani :( been thinking about him so much lately, thought now was a good time to finish off this beaut <3 I hope ya’ll don’t mind longer fics bc this one is looooong! Also finished writing this with no sleep, so if there’s typos or any confusing sections just pretend there actually isn’t! 😄

“You’re so perfect.” He speaks so softly to you, rather hushed, intimidated into a condensed version of his voice due to the closeness of your body; his hands are one of the same, a chained attachment connected to the link of his erratic heart.

His hands have an expansive coverage over your skin, they shake and twitch whilst skipping down your thighs, like a shadow left by his wandering eyes that only linger a few seconds ahead, he draws the pretty rounded darkness of them wherever he pleases, it’s not unfamiliar the way he looks at you, it’s just more indulgent.

You’ve thought about Seunghan like this more times than you’d like to admit, probably even more times than you can count by now. The prolonged contact of each other’s skin and sly excuses as to get you around him even more often than usual didn’t help your case of what started as merely a small flicker of admiration. It was fleeting and shallow, initially- platonic, but still there was something there, enough to deter your heart from its regular rhythm.

With his rather bold and sudden endeavours to get closer to you, you didn’t expect for him to be so forbearing now that he’s finally succeeded in getting you in such a position.

The agreement of being each others first was swift, and clumsy, from a wide range view definitely not as complex as it should have been regarding the feelings that in all time frames slipped afloat whenever he was close enough, it only snowballed into an unavoidable mass the more he persevered through your fickle effort to refrain from digging yourself into a deeper hole. Now that you can see the way his eyes lid with arousal thick in his brain you don’t think you could ever be closer than now as best friends, ‘no strings attached’ you both mumbled prior to getting under his clothes, but you both knew that it was much easier said than done, maybe it was only said in the first place so the two of you could get to each other faster, the more layers that were shed with the help of the others hand you’re stupidly neglectful of where your feet now keep you planted.

“We shouldn’t be..” he swallows thickly, his breath evading him. “doing this, right?” He asks absentmindedly, the half of his brain that’s still capable of making sensible decisions seizes his tongue, but fails to take root in his hands, they’re slack with only a small buzz in his movements now that he can rub and gently pull at the soft skin of your inner thighs, inwardly he fights with himself knowing that he should stop you from unzipping the fly of his jeans, his black and white checkered flannel already undone and of no use to keep what little modesty embedded between you and him, the sight of your pretty fingers is so dizzying in all the right ways, it makes his hips push up.

As you feel his attempt your movements stop, hands retreating from anywhere near his dick thats starting to sit uncomfortably against his thigh that it’s invading his conscience every passing second, a warm shake runs through his skin at the suddenness of your break.

“Do you want me to stop, ‘han?” You ask.

His head shakes in a small halfhearted frustration. “Not what I meant, not what I meant at all.”

His brows furrow, skin creased and his lips all pink and fuzzy from your sucking, biting and the repeated press of your own, the quickness makes you smile, the assurance, he was always so sure of himself when it came to you, and your dislike of uncertainty, but you’ve never thought to question it twice, until now.

Seunghan’s exterior softens as he reaches for your hand, he doesn’t move too fast as to make it seem like he’s getting impatient nor too slow like he’s fighting against it. He has a firm grip, his thumb pushing out your index and middle finger to press them against his navel.

His jaws dropped comfortably, you can see the way his tongue slips behind the back of his teeth as he closely watches the pads of your fingers drag up over the firmness of underlying muscle. The definition isn’t too bulky or flat, it’s just enough for you to feel an almost ribbed sensation.

“I’d be crazy to want to stop.” From your fingers his eyes shift to your face, bringing them up to his lips. “Not when I finally have you.”

He doesn’t keep track of where your other hand lays, and his eyes don’t widen in shock as you feel at his length through the thick of his denim, they only flutter shut, revelling in the squeeze of your palm as it runs up his length, at the same time your fingers slip into his mouth, the warmth of it inviting you further back until the edge of his teeth drag at your joints, “Finally?” You reiterate curiously. “So you’ve been waiting this whole time?”

His tongue licks up against your fingers, lips pulling around the two digits as they exit. “Only as long as you have.”

Your grip relaxes, dragging lightly over the tip of his cock that prompts his hips to kick. “Yea?… think you’re lying.”

“Mmh, am I?”

You nod, smiling softly at the sound of his distant voice, its light and breathy, you can tell he’s not fully understanding.

Being ‘Best friends’ was quite the understatement, everyone knew this and frequently called the both of you out for your bullshit, you’d try to dodge and duck under the flying accusations of being lovers —or at least somehow intimately involved with each other— when it was thrown around, but the mess of breaching the sustained title was more than you were willing to clean up at the time.

You swore on playing your cards right, enough to gain a general understanding of where Seunghan’s alleged feelings for you came from, but it gave you quite the shock when he so easily relayed to you his attraction. It was much different hearing it from himself, and not through a friend of a friend. The only thing he wanted to keep standing was that he was in no way expecting for you to act on his own selfish desires, but god was his idea of you so naive, so outdated.

“You’re funny ‘han,” You choose to brush past his unknowingness, your fingers already working to loosen his jeans. “take these off now please.”

He follows your word without any hesitation, gently he guides you off of him and onto the couch cushion, standing to strip off any of his clothes that would be tricky for you to take off yourself. His eyes flit between you and himself as he does so, until they abruptly stop on you and don’t bother moving, even as he struggles with his belt, fumbling trying to pop the silver prongs out of the leather holes he can’t look away from the spread of your thighs, bent at the knee, laid back with your hand moving to keep you company where you feel the desperation most.

“Hurry, getting impatient.” You sigh, teasing him by rubbing through the terribly thin fabric that clings to your wet cunt. He can see your impatience, hear it, you didn’t have to tell him at all. “Or, I can help you. Do— shit, do you need help ‘han?”

He mirrors your emotions, nodding as his hand reaches to rest on your knee. “Please. Need your help, really can’t do it myself.”

Your foot slips off the edge of the cushion, your other planted to keep him steady as you move towards him. He’s surprised that your fingers move much faster than he could’ve ever done himself, he’s out of his jeans in the matter of seconds.

A small brush of your kisses are ran up his stomach until the extension of your neck doesn’t allow you any further, the sensation makes him twitch, a fuzzy feeling coating his skin, “Fuck,” he sighs, a hand coming up to rest at the back of your head. “you’re so beautiful, always, my Y/n. Never thought I’d be able to see you like this.”

Seunghan smiles, it’s soft, grounding in a way that reminds you that this is just him, he’s still Seunghan even if you’re experiencing him in a different light. You like it. You like the way it’s still him even when he’s pulled of your panties and lowered himself between your legs, that his eyes are still the same colour even as he’s introducing his tongue to the taste of your pussy, that the sharp canines in his mouth still add the same charm to his smile as he feels the pulse of the muscles in your legs react with each swipe of his tongue.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, or how to move in a way that’ll make you continue to whine and gasp the way you are, but he knows it’s something he wants to do again, and again and again until he knows, until he’s mastered it.

Eventually he tongues at a spot that has your hips shifting and your fingers in his hair, “Right there, ‘han! Fuck!” You whimper whilst grabbing at his hand that’s holding your thigh, “fingers, need your fingers.”

He moves where you want without a second thought, having never used his fingers like this before he’s a little unsure of where to move, how to put them to use, luckily your hand finds his again, you move right away, his head moves back to give you space as you guide him. Even if his fingers aren’t pressed directly against you he can still feel how warm you are, he’s breathless at the sudden feeling of you pressing him against you. The soft tip of his finger nudges at the small group of nerves that pulse and twitch, “This is where your tongue kept brushing against, if you focus here- it’ll make me cum.” You explain briefly, Seunghan nods, an interested expression on his face as he listens, it’s cute how quickly he follows while your slick is still thick over the bottom half of his face. “Here,” you sigh, melting at the feeling of him being pushed inside of you. “‘s where you can put your cock inside, need you to prep me so it won’t hurt so much.”

The remaining length of his finger moves forward without your touch, you try to keep your hips still but the pleasure of his touch is much greater compared to your own.

“Just one?” He asks, experimentally pulling halfway out before pumping back in.

“Try two now.” You whisper.

He moves more skillfully than you expected, as he pulls back his ring finger finds the set pace and continues on, the slight stretch almost kills his confidence down but you reassure him with a nodding head and shut eyes that it’s good, he’s making you feel good.

He can’t help but take some time to watch, listen, the wet sound his fingers make much louder is downright captivating, added the sound of your voice that’s only full of mumbled praise. You think that he must be feeling more comfortable when his mouth lowers back to your clit, he tries running his tongue again but it keeps bumping against his fingers, and your volume isn’t as loud as it once was.

The only thing he can think of is his lips attaching in a suction-like method, it’s clumsy and he keeps accidentally pulling himself off which makes for loud noises but you’re starting to react more to his movements. The involuntary pulse of your thighs comes back, only more intense this time, Seunghan tries to keep his jaw relaxed but your hips start rocking against his fingers, the stimulation to your clit and the soft punch of his fingers inside have your body moving on its own accord, but he toughs it out.

“Seung— fuck, can’t, can’t! Need you, need your dick.” Your fingers desperately claw at his forearm that’s resting over your stomach, he almost doesn’t want to listen to you, but the sudden cry and kick of emotion startles him, so he allows his pace to settle until his tongues back in his mouth and his fingers are pulled all the way out.

“Can’t keep saying stuff like that baby.” He says, pushing his hair away from his face as he makes his way back onto the couch and shifting you until he’s between your legs again, “Please. Gonna make me cum, ‘nd you haven’t even.. touched me yet.”

He struggles to speak or even move when he’s got an overhead view of you. He’s convinced there’s no such thing as a bad angle when it comes to you, the more he’s able to see of you the more obsessed he becomes with wanting more.

“What?” You ask with a breathy laugh.

If it were any other guy seeing you like this on full display with nothing to hide surely you’d be curling in on yourself, but with Seunghan, some sick part of you thinks this the furtherest point in a friendship, or whatever the two of you have that could be reached. You’ve argued, fought, cried, laughed, experienced skin crawling embarrassment and happy tear inducing moments together, but this, there was nothing ahead of this.

“Damn it.” He hisses, separating himself from fully.

You chase after him before you can register what he says. “What? Are you okay?” Your hand rests against his warm chest, “What is it?”

“Condoms.” Is all he says in a defeated tone.

“Yeah? You have some don’t you?”

His lips purse as his head shakes, embarrassed that he’d forgotten the most important thing.

“Did you check?” You ask, ready to bend off to the side to grab his jeans off of the floor, but he stops you before you can. “Left them on my nightstand, I know ‘cause I made a mental note but got sidetracked when I was getting ready to come over. I forgot them.” He laughs bitterly to himself, after all the hoops you jumped through together to finally settle on doing something about the mutual attraction and he screws it up by forgetting to do the one thing he was asked of.

“I’m sorry, I was just really excited to see you ag—”

“We forget about it.” You hastily suggest.

Seunghan’s head raises, looking at you through the soft hair that falls back over his eyes. “I couldn’t ask that of you.” He replies tenderly, his hand rubbing at your skin in reassurance.

“Then don’t, I’m asking you- to forget that I even mentioned bringing condoms to begin with.”

The condoms weren’t the most necessary due to your use of contraceptives, in fact it was more of a save from inflating his ego, you couldn’t have him know that you’ve been prepared to do this for months.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You reply without missing a beat: “Positive.”

“No, Y/n, like you’re really sure?”

“Yes! Gosh, do you want to fuck me or not ‘han?”

He quiets down, attempting to swallow back the nerves that start creeping up, unsure if he should mindlessly abide by your wishes or put his foot down for your own sake. “I can’t get pregnant, if that’s why you’re so worried.” You almost giggle, reaching to pull him back down with you again. “Should’ve known, you’re never good with sparing me any details, at least the important ones.” Your back finds the softness behind you, hips adjusting and your legs moving to find a comfortable position as he inches back, his cock heavy between his legs, the soft bump of his tip against your inner thigh makes you hot with anticipation.

Seunghan never bragged about his body like other boys do, but looking at him now you wish he learned to.

“Nervous?” He asks, his thumb slipping between your folds and back to your clit, “Nervous, but excited.” You reply, studying his sharp features as he slides his thumb back and forth. A crooked smile pulls at his lips, a small breathless laugh following. “Fuck, me too. But you’re ready?”

You nod, inching yourself closer to him, “Whenever you are.”

The air starts to feel heavy in your lungs, a small prickling of nervousness in the pit of your stomach as he grabs at his dick, for good measure he runs a few light strokes up and down before pressing the tip to where you had his fingers. He looks at your face then, a hand moving to rest against your cheek as he slightly tips forward, the small movement prompts him to press inside of you. The intrusion is expected, it stings, the unfamiliarity of something this wide making you feel a little hollow inside as he continues easing in, but you take it without a sliver of a complaint. This is Seunghan, your Seunghan. The reminder continues rolling in your head the further he reaches, and it helps, but the biting uncomfortably doesn’t lessen any.

“More than half way,” he says, looking down to where you meet. “you’re handling the pain like a champ.”

Your lips press into eachother, eyes shutting as your head falls back. “You did not just refer to me as a ‘champ’ while your dick is inside of me.” You manage to whisper out before the giggles start taking over.

Seunghan smiles stupidly, laughing silently alongside you.

“You’ve never called me that before, do I really feel that good?” He leans further into you, his head dropping into your neck to hide himself. “S’good I can barely think.”

“Yeah?” Your arm moves up to rest against his shoulder, propping yourself against him so your fingers can run through his hair as he nods. “Don’t have to, jus’ make us feel good, that’s all I ask.”

You let him rest for a moment, it gives you a chance to adjust to his size before he pitches back up in tandem with the small, shallow strokes. The top of his head blocks your view of what he does below, but for right now maybe it’s for the better.

The hesitance of hitting deeper or going faster starts catching up to the both of you quicker than you thought it would, eventually the both of you are breathless, grasping and holding onto each other in a way you couldn’t describe as something other than eager, needy, yet you’re too unsure of yourselves to call the shots.

By now you’ve unquestionably gotten over any fickleness that kept you so boxed away from Seunghan, your arms keep him pinned to your chest, his oversized shirt rolling further up your chest with his every move. Your hold on him slackens, his exposed back now only a place for your arms to lay rather than something used to brace yourself, “Faster ‘hani, please.” You softly exhort, your voice so small in your throat that he almost misses it.

Like a true cat his ears almost perk up at the sound, he takes your encouragement to heart. ‘Make us feel good’ he thinks. There’s nothing else he wants more.

Every rock of his hips has more vigour to it than the last, the tip of his cock inevitably hits a place you’ve never managed to discover on your own, and it does nothing but meet the same place over and over again as he continues fucking into you.

“Not gonna last” he huffs, struggling to intake air with the way his muscles are burning and the warm squeeze of your cunt is giving him the same exact feeling. It’s higher in level, the pleasure he bears, engulfing, he couldn’t describe a better feeling, whether it’s your body that gives it to him, or the relief of finally having you to himself he can’t exactly place, but fuck is it thrilling.

You can only do so much being under him like this, but even with an excuse like that you still can’t manage to shut your mouth.

“Don’t have- to!” You squeak, pathetically attempting to meet the rhythm of his hips with your own. With just the effort of his tongue and fingers you were already so far gone, so ready to meet your end, you knew that neither of you would last long when he’d sunken himself down until he couldn’t anymore.

“You’re so.. cute like this baby.” He can’t help but smile whilst bringing a hand down to your clit, his middle finger taps against it, the sticky string of your slick sticking to his skin the more force he uses with each return. You jolt against him each time until his orgasm starts brewing hot and white in a thick band that starts pulling taut, and delicate, he opts to quickly flick his finger against you the more incoherent he becomes.

“Fuck— Y/n, going to! Where- to know, where!”

“‘nside!” Your high washes over you before you can get another word out, your body strains and you don’t have the mind to try and escape the overwhelming rush of pleasure. You can’t hear what sounds you make as your mouth drops open, or the way your body moves in reaction, and Seunghan seems to have endured the same exact experience.

Heavy breaths overlap one another as he settles back over top of you, his hand slipping under the shirt you wear to palm at your breast, his cheek smushes against you as he tucks himself just under your chin.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks, expecting some heartfelt reply that carries the weight of your existence into profoundly intuitive detail.

“How you called me ‘champ’ in the middle of sex.”

Instead he ends up whining, gently hitting at your arm. “Y/nnn! I did not!”

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