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slytherinshua · 4 months

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A JERK. OR NOT?

genre. fluff. warnings. eunseok is a tiny bit jerk... he teases a lot. but he's actually whipped. pairing. eunseok x fem!reader. wc. 1.9k. request. requested by @eternalgyu: JDJSJS OK LISTEN EUNSEOK ACADEMIC E2L- HES ACTUALLY BULLYCORE TO HIS CLOSE FRIENDS BUT HES ALSO THE SWEETEST WHEN HES IN LOVE like he would make u miss ur bus after school and it would rain but then would walk u home w an umbrella HSJSJSJ IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM a/n. hehe i ate up this req TBH EUNSEOK IS SO HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND THO??? i literally love him what

You had no idea how you had ended up in this position; somehow charming the school’s most popular guy. Most popular and biggest jerk. But God, who even cared if he was mean when he looked like an angel sent down from heaven to grace the school grounds?

Whenever someone new came to the school, there were several things that they were immediately made aware of. Most of them were given a list or told directly by one of the older students, while others learned naturally within a week of being at Chungdam High.

First? Eating outside was infinitely better than eating in the canteen.

Second? Being late was worse than being absent.

And third? Song Eunseok was the king of the school.

New students could probably just tell from the way he carried himself that he knew he could get anyone to do what he wanted. He was lazy, slept in class, cut in line at the snackbar, toyed with the younger students for his own amusement. He never truly bullied people, but he tread the line sometimes, and you didn’t like it.

You weren’t new to the school. You had been attending since you graduated middle school, and you were ever aware of all 3 of these things. It wasn’t until you were in your graduating year that the third thing became as apparent as ever. For some reason— whether it was a Summer glow-up that you weren’t aware of, or a dare from his friends, or whether he had truly always liked you— at the very beginning of the year, Eunseok had asked you out.

You thought that rejecting him the first time would discourage him from his… fixation. But, to your dismay, after coming back from the fall break, he seemed as determined as ever to win you over. He even somehow got the seating arrangement to change so he sat right behind you. You spent the fall months trying to ignore his constant pestering and note passing. He liked to kick your feet under the table as well.

You didn’t really mind the most handsome guy at school paying attention to you, but you were confused. You definitely weren’t going to blindly accept his offer to be your boyfriend without first getting to know him, which was your secret mission for now.

Given that you didn’t go out of your way to avoid him, and still engaged in conversations with him, Eunseok kept his hopes up despite your original rejection. He was more sensible than his reputation might have painted for him. Yes, he enjoyed teasing people just to see their annoyed face, but bullying was a step too far even for him.

Maybe it was his need for attention, but he thrived on anything he could get. Whether it was the girls all having crushes on him or the boys all being jealous of him— he tried to make sure that he was at the top of everyone’s mind. But he wasn’t a bully. Anyone with any sense would know that Chungdam High did not have a bullying problem, but if anyone were to fill in that spot, it would probably be Eunseok and his friends.

It was because of this ambiguity that you weren’t quite sure whether you should be wary of Eunseok or not. He had never shown an interest in you before, and you wanted to be positive that his affection was sincere before allowing your heart to be affected by his flirting tactics.

Flirting? Yeah, he was quite good at that, you realized after a week of his attention. Only because he had mastered flirting in a way that was not cliche or cheesy, but hanging in that sweet spot of summoning butterflies every time a word flew out of his mouth. Along with his stupidly attractive smirk that appeared whenever you blushed because of his words, you were quickly failing in your plan to be unaffected by him until you were sure you wanted to accept his offer.

It was a delicate balance of your brain’s hesitance and your heart’s curiosity. You had never been in love, and though sometimes you didn’t want to accept it, you craved experiencing that more than anything.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were sitting in the library during your free period. You had come in to get some work done, but instead you found yourself mulling over how Eunseok had acted around you for the last week. You still couldn’t tell whether he was being genuine or not, and that frustrated you. You decided you would just ask him the next time you saw him. Worst case scenario, you would discover that he really was just a jerk trying to play with your emotions.

It seemed as if he wanted that ‘next time’ to be right now, because he pulled out a chair across from you and sat down. He crossed his arms and propped up his feet on the table, blatantly ignoring library etiquette. You shook your head and scoffed, turning your attention back to your very blank notebook.

“You’ve been in here for an hour yet I haven’t seen you turn a single page.” Eunseok started, a smirk already playing on his lips. He had his secret hopes and suspicions that he might be the reason why you were so distracted today. He needed to test out the waters first, though. Your cheeks immediately coloured at being caught, and Eunseok was given a surge of confidence.

“If you’re not planning to study anyway, how about I buy you something at the snack bar? Hello Panda, right? Those are your favourite?” He was already standing up by the time you found yourself nodding your head. You had no choice but to pack up your books and follow him.

“Hey,” You started, taking the chance to ask him your question while he was buying the snacks for you. “Do you seriously like me? This isn’t some stupid dare that Sungchan made you do, right?”

He was silent for a few moments— maybe the first time you had ever heard him stop and think. He grabbed the packet of Hello Panda from the bottom of the vending machine and turned to you.

“Yes. I actually like you.” His face was almost completely stonelike. He was trying not to express anything that could give away just how much he was entirely whipped for you. You could see it in his eyes, though. They looked nervous awaiting your answer.

“Really?” You asked skeptically, needing one more confirmation before you would allow yourself to fully believe him. You wanted to believe him. It was hard trying to ignore his affections towards you every day when your brain kept telling you to take this chance and experience love for the first time.

“Yes. Really. How long are you going to keep asking that?” He said, a little on edge from the situation. It was uncomfortable to have to confess so openly. He could tease you all day without feeling nervous, but when you were staring at him so closely, he started to feel vulnerable.

“Okay. Just making sure…” You grabbed the Hello Panda from his hands and walked off, heart racing just a little faster than your mind. He really liked you? So then… should you ask him out? You shook off the thought as you walked outside. Your bus would be arriving any minute, and you wanted to get home to think in the comfort of your bedroom.

You frowned as you stepped outside. It was raining— a small sprinkle for now, but it looked like it would only get heavier. You didn’t bring an umbrella. You checked your phone for the time.

Shit.

It was already 4:08. Your bus was probably already close to the bus stop. You took off running, eyes widening as you rounded the corner. The bus was already leaving.

“No- No! Come back!” You shouted helplessly, slowing down as you caught up to the bus stop. You panted, scowling at your luck. You would’ve been on time if Eunseok hadn’t distracted you by buying you snacks. You supposed you shouldn’t blame him too much. It was a nice gesture. You were doubtful that the Hello Panda would stay nice if you had to walk home in the rain, though. There wasn’t another bus for over 30 minutes.

“Hey! How could you just leave like that!?” You heard a shout and turned. Eunseok was running towards you, his hand shielding his face from the rain that had gotten significantly heavier since you had reached the shelter of the bus stop. It looked like he didn’t have an umbrella either.

“What do you mean?” You muttered, looking away from him to stop your heart from racing further.

“You’re really not going to say anything?” He asked weakly.

“Get out of the rain.” You said, hoping to divert the conversation from the topic you still weren’t entirely sure about.

“Not until you give me an answer.” He said firmly and you sighed. “Please, I’ll stop if you say so… But I need you to say it. I’ve liked you for a year now. If you don’t tell me to stop then I’m seriously going to cross a line.” He warned, heart all choked up in his throat.

You weren’t sure what to say or do. Eunseok stood, getting soaked from the rain, waiting anxiously for your response. You would be lying if you said that his flirtation over the past months hadn’t had an effect on you. You felt the sparks fly— you had reason to think that it could work out.

“I’ve never… dated before.” You confessed nervously.

“That shouldn’t- No, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is if you want to.” He reassured you, his hopes rising every second that you didn’t say no.

“Then… I like you, Eunseok.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear it. Even though you said it softly, it rang around his head like an alarm.

You liked him?

You liked him.

He couldn’t contain his elation, and rushed forward, capturing you in his arms securely. Though he was soaking wet from the rain, having him hold you felt… pleasant. Much nicer than you had ever anticipated. His touch was cold against your skin but your heart felt warm. Droplets of water from his hair dripped onto your shoulder as you hesitantly reached around to reciprocate the hug.

You heard him giggle. It was adorable. You had rarely seen him smile unless it was a sarcastic smirk, but hearing that sound of pure joy coming from his mouth and knowing that it was because of you triggered your own happiness to spike. It felt nice. Really nice. You didn’t want to let go of the hug, so even when Eunseok started to move away and apologize for hugging you so suddenly, you pulled him back and buried your head further into his chest. He was taken aback by your sudden action.

“You’re so… cute.” He whispered. You smiled, colour rushing to your cheeks. You hid your face even more just in case he saw. His teasing was bad before, but now that you were sure you liked him, it wouldn’t be annoying, it would be embarrassing.

Unfortunately for you, he somehow did catch a glimpse of the blush and didn’t let it go for the entire walk home. Maybe he was still just a little bit of a jerk.

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euseokz · 2 months

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@ eunseok — the forbidden fruit is always better, right ? the only rule is that you have to keep it a secret when you do get a taste of it ;) . cws : semi-public sex (car sex) . unprotected sex . fingering . degradation . use of nicknames (slut) . choking . wc : 1.5k+ . genre : smut - [pt.2]

OLDER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND! EUNSEOK who has always been just so interesting to you.

he had always come off as so serious, so unbothered, it made you wonder what you’d have to do to rile him up. obviously you never got close enough to actually try it, sungchan somehow always making sure his little sister never got too intimate with his best friend, oblivious to the fact that him doing that only made you ever so more inclined to want to get to know eunseok better.

it was wrong, and it wasn’t that you didn’t know it, you simply didn’t care enough, because what would sungchan do if he found out, give you a scolding? look at you a bit differently? who cared, it wasn’t like you did at least, so as soon as you got the chance to finally get alone with eunseok, you jumped on it.

sungchan and eunseok had been locked upstairs in your brother’s room all day doing god knows what, all while you sat on the living room couch, eyes constantly drifting towards the stairs or the kitchen, hoping to catch a glimpse of eunseok. you never did, at least not for a while, until you heard footsteps down the stairs, immediately getting up to check, seeing eunseok get his shoes back on by your front door, seemingly ready to leave — so you did what any normal person would do and asked him if that was what he was doing, which was innocent enough you assumed. he denied, saying that he was actually just gonna run out to buy some snacks and come back, so as if you had suddenly been hit with a new found purpose, you asked if you could tag along, also needing to buy some… stuff, and because eunseok wasn’t dumb and he knew the way you looked at him, he agreed, curious as to what your real intentions were — which, all things combined, was what led you to be in his car minutes later, the vehicle parked in a remote parking lot near the grocery store you had supposedly been headed to, while you sat on his lap, with him still on the driver’s seat and your lips pressed against his in a fervent kiss.

it was desperate, more desperate than you expected it to be at least, because you had never even assumed eunseok would be able to retribute your affection. he did though, kissing you just as eagerly, his hands roaming under your shirt and touching against your bare skin, wanting to feel you close to him, pressing you down against his crotch, all so you could feel his growing erection, making you moan softly into his lips. the realization that eunseok might have wanted you just like you wanted him hit you hard, so you got impatient, pulling at his clothes, desperate to get rid of them, eliciting him to separate the kiss and chuckle, reminding you that you were still in public, and that there wasn’t much more you could do.

“no one’s around” you whined, fingers still wrapped in the material of his shirt “if we’re quick no one will know” and how could eunseok say no to that? he did a fast job of unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hardening cock out, being grateful that you didn’t change outfits when you went out and still wore the comfy shorts you had on back home, that making the job of him pushing the soft material to the side to press two fingers up your pussy much easier. eunseok rubbed circles over your clit while stroking his cock, eventually bringing them up and tapping their pads against your bottom lip so you could suck on them, leaving them wet for him to finally push them both into your hole, stretching you out with small, slow thrusts, his eyes fixated on yours, wanting to see the way your expression changed, needing to see the moment your eyes turned glossy with arousal.

eunseok kept going, eventually picking up his pace and starting to bend his fingers to press against that spongy spot inside you. it felt so good, you couldn't help but whine displeased when he pulled out, giving him a pouty look mixed with furrowed brows — which only made him laugh again, telling you to be patient, finally starting to press the tip of his dick against your clit, and then your entrance.

he started lowering you down on him at a languid pace, taking his time until he had finally bottomed out. you both let out a satisfied sigh when eunseok was finally pressed all the way into your pussy, feeling how his dick twitched ever so slightly against your wavering walls, both of you taking a moment to get used to it before starting to move. you planted your hands on his shoulders, your fingers digging into his flesh through his shirt as you looked for some sort of support, flexing your thighs and going up and down, eunseok doing his best to move his hips and match your movements, going up and as you went down and vice versa. it felt so good, the way his cock dragged in and out of you at just the perfect angle, pressing into the right spots inside you, and making you moan eunseok’s name, asking for more shamelessly.

“aren’t you ashamed? acting like a little slut for your brother’s best friend… i wonder what he’d think of you if he knew you were riding my dick right now” he hissed, his tone low, teasing, his eyes fixated on yours, and when you tried to look away mid-sentence, feeling your cheeks heat up at his remarks, eunseok wrapped one hand around your neck, his touch light enough to not hurt but hard enough to slightly cut off your airway, forcing you to stay focused on him.

“i can keep a secret, but can you? dumb little sluts usually can’t keep their mouths shut for too long” he kept going, his free hand gripping your hips and moving you faster against him, your moans growing in volume and your eyes rolling back in pleasure — both because of the absolute filth he was spewing, but also because everything just felt too good.

you could feel your orgasm start to build, the way eunseok forced you down harder on his dick was too intense, and the fact that he kept his hand wrapped around your throat didn’t help in the slightest in making you feel any less lightheaded. when you finally reached your orgasm you screamed louder than you ever had before during sex, so loud eunseok had to let go of your hip and cover your mouth, still choking you and still continuing to fuck you, grinning pleased as he watched you still continue to fuck yourself in his cock even as you struggled, starting to lose your pace as you leveled down again, his movements also coming to a halt.

“so, can you keep a secret or not?” he asked, and you, in your dazed state, simply nodded, watching as he readjusted your shorts just to then pull them down by the front, revealing the inside bit of your panties for him, your pussy sticking to the material with thick strings of your arousal. while one of eunseok’s hand held your bottoms down, the other wrapped around his dick that was still incredibly hard, bulging veins drawing up it’s sides and fat beads of pre sticking to his flushed tip. he started to stroke himself, moving fast, obviously only focused on seeking his own release until he was finally cumming, spilling his seed onto the material of your panties, letting out low groans as he watched himself dirty the fabric even more with his milky cum, watching as it mixed with your arousal when he pressed his tip against your folds, leaving a complete mess on your underwear.

“you better be able to, or sungchan will fuck both of us up” he said through heavy breaths, keeping his promise and going back to your house as if nothing happened, walking in and immediately going into the kitchen to have a normal conversation with your older brother, truly as if he had nothing to hide, as if he hadn’t just fucked you in his car minutes prior. he handed sungchan the snacks like he normally would, nothing about his behaviour suspicious, all while you were still dumb with arousal. your eyes were still glossy and your movements were a bit languid as you plopped down on the couch with a pleased sigh and turned on the tv, even if your brain was miles away from whatever you were supposedly watching — the way your panties were beyond soaked and completely sticking to your pussy a friendly reminder of eunseok’s last words to you before you went into the house, his voice no louder than a whisper when he said “if you can keep it to yourself, i might pay a visit to your bedroom tonight”

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starryriize · 4 months

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eunseok delulu thoughts?? ☺️

delulu thoughts | eunseok

a/n: i love him so much😭 he’s so cute and *sighs* very perfect bf !! <3 i hope you love this anon!

❀ bf!eunseok who lets you do anything and simply watches you with a loving gaze! he’s so sweet with you :(

❀ bf!eunseok who has already told his friends and family that he’s going to marry you🫶🏼

❀ he strikes me as the type to ask if you want to adopt dogs with him! ends up naming it Tornado or something incredibly unrelated to the dog 😭 (it’s so cute tho)

❀ movie!! nights!! it’s so fun with him too because he makes the popcorn and you choose the movie! ends up with you both cuddled together and asleep 🥹

❀ bf!eunseok who has thought about starting a family with you!! the idea of being a father makes him melt inside 🫠 (idk why but i could see him as a girl dad)

❀ he plans the dates!! holds your hand as you walk through downtown or the zoo! gives you his card to pay for souvenirs! strikes me as the type to want to travel with you

❀ he’s the type to probably tease you when you trip over yourself but the minute you get sad or upset that he’s teasing you, he’s kissing you and saying a million apologies

❀ makes dinner for you before you come home!! wakes you up with coffee and a full breakfast regardless of his schedule🫶🏼

❀ brags to his friends about you!! smirks as he explains how his partner is so smart and talented <3

❀ sings you to sleep! when you can’t sleep, he has a glass of warm milk for you and his honey vocals🥹

❀ he’s a calm bf!!! he has such a gentle aura and never yells at you when he’s upset :( he wants you to feel safe and at ease with him! <3

❀ often says things like “id rather be at home with the love of my life” to his friends 🫶🏼

❀ gets you flowers just because!! he thinks they’re as pretty as you :( could see him putting them into a cute vase in your shared house too

❀ favorite activity with you is going shopping!! it can be groceries or anything that you like! 🥹

❀ 1000% willing to do spa days with you!! he relaxes with you after a long day at the studio <3 probably gives you a little massage too (he enjoys receiving them too)

❀ 10/10 bf!! green flag who raises your standards every day :) he just loves you so much 🫶🏼 you thought kdramas raised your standards? nope! your bf does 😌

#laur’s thoughts 🧚🏼‍♀️#riize imagines #riize fluff #riize soft hours #riize scenarios #riize eunseok #riize eunseok x reader

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bambisnc · 1 month

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the way song eunseok's figure rests on your bed can only be described as ethereal in its truest form. skin almost appearing to be touched with gold, you really can't help but kneel down at his side and let your adoring gaze take him up.

one of your hands allows itself to gently card through the strands of his hair as you rest your chin on the other.

you're supposed to be waking him up; he does have training, practice and so much more to get to.

but that thought has completely left you; mind only occupied by the way his eyelashes curl against his cheekbones, by the way his hair fans out gorgeously over the pillow, by the way his pretty lips remain ever so slightly apart - it takes everything in you to not drown him in kisses.

"till when are you planning on staring at me, hm?" eunseok's eyes are still closed and a barely-there smile adorns his face. you swear you could spend your entire lifetime doing so; not that you would ever say that to him.

a kiss to his forehead. one on either cheek. a couple scattered over his neck. you both struggle not shake with silent laughter; until the birthday boy finally reigns victorious over you - turning you around and successfully pinning you to the bed.

your loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to finally kiss him properly.

"happy birthday my love <;3"

notes : HELL YEAH. + [m.list] song rec : glue song by beabadoobee <3 perfect 4 the feels <3

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colorfuleclipse · 3 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ how riize kisses you

shotaro kisses you like… getting slaphappy during all nighters, hitting each other when you see yelllow cares, chaotic karaoke, pushing each other around in shopping carts, random trinkets that remind him of you, writing you letters in japanese, drawing doodles on your sleeping face, and swerving the car just to scare you.

eunseok kisses you like… coffee dates, chasing each other through the house, laughing at funny faces, acting surprised when his clothes are too big for you, impersonating each other, telling each other you’re not funny, doing each others homework, cheating on tests together, making each other breakfast, and eating takeout at midnight.

sungchan kisses you like… highschool sweethearts, wearing his varsity jacket, drive in movie dates, making pizza together, spilling secrets, getting picked up and spun around, getting hungover, dancing until you collapse, and leaving lipstick marks on his cheeks.

wonbin kisses you like… pillow fights, messing up each others hair, stealing his guitar, wearing his beanies, skating together, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, watching kids shows together, playing with your food, giving side eyes, bob competitions, secret texting about other people, and sharing earbuds.

seunghan kisses you like… being carried princess style, his arm around your shoulder, sharing sunglasses, forgetting other people are around, serenading you, partying together, abandoned places dates, bringing you mcdonald’s at 2 AM, spending time with your siblings/friends, and letting you win beer pong.

sohee kisses you like… license plate bingo, getting lost in a museum somehow, nerding out together, chasing your umbrellas when it’s windy, singing competitions, making silly tik toks, mario kart dates, haunted houses together, playing ispy and where’s waldo, doing skincare together, and eating each others food.

anton kisses you like… picnic dates, picking flowers together, drawing each other poorly, piggy back rides, dyeing each others hair, doing each others makeup, holding hands under the table, taking cute couple photos, making each other playlists, pinching each others cheeks, and laying in grass fields together.

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sminiac · 4 months

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i’m still thinking about your post from earlier - but i started thinking about it with eunseok who just can’t help but groan into your ear when you clench around him as you’re both trying to sleep. he’d have his arm around your waist, chest against your back .. tries his hardest to keep composed but you just feel so good clamped around his thick cock, takes everything in him to not just beg you to let him fuck you!! instead he decides the best thing he can do is make you beg for him, breathing heavily into your ear, asking you if you’re comfortable and taking note of how your voice waivers a little when you speak.. taking it as his chance to ask you “don’t you think you’ll feel more comfortable stuffed with my cock after you’ve came around it?” .. and you know it’s wrong, you know he’s friends with your ex but you can’t help but press back against him, can’t help but lace your fingers through his that are on your stomach and whimper for him to fuck you. he’s so quick to do it. fingers gripping yours, other hand wrapping around your neck as he fucks you silly. ends up pressing you onto your back and laying his weight on you, wrapping his arm around your neck and fucking you with his face buried in your skin, the way you moan his name just makes him want to fuck you harder .. told you that you’ll sleep better after you’ve came around his cock but he finds himself too insatiable to let you sleep after … promising to make you cum multiple times if you’re willing ….

aha … sorry i’ve been thinking HARD ily cutie 💗

What a thing to wake up to, Melo you, your brain. ILY.

Lemme drop in my 2¢ while we’re at it. I think that since he’d have been waiting to get you to himself for a long time coming that his attitude would be very different to what little you’ve noticed when he’s around the members, he’s still pliant in your presence, beckoned by your word so easily, but the more you pursue something way past a general friendship, or at least a mere acknowledgment of his presence- the more his phlegmatic manner starts to dwindle.

Does his best to keep himself still whilst seated in deep behind you when you’re backed up against his chest, the expanse of it new against your frame, one you find yourself subconsciously curling into more and more, it makes his jaw squeeze, legs strained by trying to hold himself back from driving his hips forward.

Squeezing around him and shifting your hips to see if you can pull out a verbal reaction from him, and though some would be satisfied just with the feeling of his tight grip you need more, need to hear him, to know that he’s enjoying it as much as you are. Is the whole act selfish? Maybe, but you knew that Eunseok being so quick to agree lessened the impact of future consequences for having your ex’s best friend’s cock keeping you full and content for the night.

At first he’d be so short with his words, almost shy in a sense, but once he realizes the mess you’re making all over his thighs under the blanket, and the the subtle rock of your body then he’s suddenly so confident, knowing you’re just as needy as him.

The hand on the neck??? I’m so weak, him pressing wet kisses anywhere he can reach, so eager to please but simultaneously so firm in his voice when telling you to: “Stay still- fuck, like that. God.. feel so good baby.” And the hand resting over your stomach part, gosh, makes me think of him guiding your hand to press further down until you can feel the faint bump of the tip of his cock pumping slowly into you, has you whining, curling your head away in sheer pleasure as he asks: “Y’never felt him here, have you? Ohh, my sweet girl, won’t ever have this spot untouched again.”

Gets off on knowing that even though there was someone there before him that he managed to easily exceed the limits set by your ex, and he’s so vocal about it, wants you to know just how much better he is.

#melobin <3 #Eunseok has been on my mind recently #so #big thank u to Melo for this now existing #we cheer!!!#song eunseok #song eunseok x reader #song eunseok smut #riize eunseok #riize eunseok x reader #riize smut #riize anton x reader

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zerobaseriize · 26 days

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If the planets all faded away.... | song eunseok 🌒 🪐

pairing: song eunseok x female!reader

genre: romance, soulmates with matching birth marks (tbh read to find out), slight angst, drama.

warnings: none?? i re-read just to make sure

w.c: 1.16k

synopsis: coming into a small town, you encounter someone you've been waiting years for.

a/n: first work on tumblr. i've reread this so many times just to make it perfect! enjoy :) i cried while writing this. if this receives a lot of love, i might turn this into a series!

Groaning, you shut off the alarm ringing from your phone. The time on your alarm clock read 6am.

You rushed through your morning routine, ready to find a new job and place to call home. The hotel you were cooped up in was getting boring.

Minutes passed and as you told the receptionist of the hotel that you didn't not want housekeeping to stop by today. Instead of viewing the city and coming back hours later, you mentally decided that you would go job hunting.

Walking through the small town center, you smiled to yourself. A warm breeze filled with floral smells reaching your nostrils. Strolling through the town, you noticed that a lot of the bakeries and cafes had hiring signs up. Checking your watch, you decided that 8 am was a good time to start asking for job applications.

You paraded happily down the small city blocks, seeing families and couples enjoy their time together. A bitter sweet feeling blossoming in your heart. Your mind pre-occupied with the thought of having a soulmate. A soulmate that had the same birthmark and soulmark as you.

The soulmark on your wrist was unlike any other you've come across. Not even like your parents. The soulmarks you've encountered have looked like constellations. Even the ones described online and in the textbooks said they resembled stars.

You resented fate since day one because yours was a replica of Saturn, its rings and moons. History entails that one would find their soulmate between the ages of ten and twenty. Yet, here you were in your mid twenties with no soulmate in sight.

Shaking the sad thoughts from your head, you decided to look up. Your face quickly transformed into one of shock. Heart quickening in its cage.

Twenty feet in front of you, across the street from where you were, there was a bakery. It wasn't just any bakery though.

The name on the building and logo of the cafe caused your insides to flip what felt like a full 360 degree turn, butterflies pooling in your stomach.

Cafe Saturn.

It was the exact same of the birth mark on your wrist. A carbon copy of the soul mark blossoming on your skin. Even with the same pattern of Saturn's moons depicted in it. Standing there, your legs glued to the sidewalk floor, you were convincing yourself that it was just a coincidence.

Just as that thought settled in, the see-through glass door of the cafe opened.

The smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee followed the presence of the man who now stood in front of the cafe.

As if on autopilot, the man looked straight at you.

The romance novels and accounts of soul mates meeting did not nothing to prepare you for this point. All the color and luminescence of the world turned pitch black. Your eye sight shutting everything out. All that you could see was his body. Everything around you becoming shrouded in darkness except for his enamoring existence.

The butterflies in your stomach grew in waves. The waves hitting the beach floor with full force. It was as if a humming of nervousness pulsed throughout your whole body, watching the young man freeze almost in realization.

Looking down at your own body, all you could find was the mark on your wrist. Your body shrouded in darkness as well. Your soulmate mark glowed neon green, a painful pulsing growing as it's neon color grew in brightness. Running your left hand over your soulmate mark, you noticed the man jump back and caress his fingers on his birthmark. The goosebumps on your arms intensifying as you felt ghost-like fingers caress your mark. Looking up at the man, his brown hair waved against the invisible wind. His head shot up, eyes making contact with yours across the street. He raised his marked wrist to face you. Waving crazily, he crossed the un-busy street. His rushed footsteps outweighing the sound of the breezy small town.

With every footstep meeting the dark pavement, colorful hues followed his path. Each footstep he took, the world came back to life.

Your thoughts were going haywire, witnessing his beautiful silhouette finally grace the irises of your eyes. Watching as his foot planted itself on the curb beneath your feet, you basked in his beauty. He rose way beyond your height. The brown irises of his eyes rapidly moved across the features of your face. Almost as if he was taking every detail of your face and ingraining it into his memory. Mapping the terrain of his newly discovered world, you did the same. Your eyes not hiding from his gaze, silently caressing the mark on your wrist.

His pink lips slightly wobbled, and at that moment, you broke. The nervousness suddenly gracing his features and you vowed to yourself then and there that you'd never want to see him sad. Ever.

"Hi." He shared, as he tried to collect himself.

Smiling, you let go of the tears that were already pooling in your eyes. His gaze suddenly following the path of the tears before making eye contact with you again.

"Hi..... are you the owner of that cafe?" You asked, your right hand gesturing from the same cafe he ran from.

Looking down at you to meet your eyes, the man's nervous expression was transformed by his laugh. His wondrous eyes filled with warmth, the corners of his lips spreading and exposing his gorgeous teeth. His laugh was magic to your ears. Your eyes followed his arms as they raised up to hold his chest, as if he was containing his laugh. Collecting himself after a few moments, He asked, "Was that not obvious?"

He Continued to peer down at you questionably. A smirk gracing his divine features. Heat rose up from the bottom of your neck and crawled up to the top of your cheeks. As almost sensing the reaction happening within your own body, his brown eyes flickered back and forth from your lips and back to the brown eyes. You couldn't help but drown in his eyes. The more you looked, the more you felt like you were under a spell. Seconds passed before you realized then that you never answered.

Sensing your nervousness, he let out, "My name is Eunseok. The owner of Cafe Saturn. Welcome to our small little town."

It was then that you realized: everything was going to be okay. Acknowledging your overwhelming feelings, you couldn't help but admire him. The brown light flooding from his eyes, the flush in his cheeks and the serene expression that overcame his features as he gazed at you. You knew then he would never hurt you.

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yawnzzznnn · 7 months

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hii can i request prompt 1 for riize's wonbin and prompt 19 for eunseok?

☆Comfort - Eunseok☆

☆special thanks to: anon, Riize, eunseok

☆Note: hello sorry you had to wait so long for this but I hope you enjoy and, remember you are beautiful dont let others get to your head if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or some comfort you can always DM me and I'll comfort you remember you are worth everything if someone tells you other wise you tell me and I'll kick there ass for you

☆TW: insecure reader : mentions of being bullied : mentions of name calling : mentions of beauty standards : body shaming : mentions of body weight : mentions of hate comments : reading hate comments :

☆Words: 686

☆taglist: @eumppappasgrippers @mxlly143

☆Prompt: I swear your like a god(dess) walking this earth

8-30-23 - 9-27/28-23

You were often told how you never fit the beauty standard, from being either called too skinny or, too fat. Eunseok never thought that of you, to him you were a god(ess) the most beautiful human he's ever seen but his comments were constantly overshadowed by other people

There mean comments made you take down your photos and almost delete your account. Eunseok noticed how distant you've gotten and how you'd jump or yelp when he touched certain parts of your body, he didn't say anything afraid of overstepping or blowing something out of proportion, that was until today Eunseok had caught you reading hate comments while tears build up in your eyes

"Oh...sweetie.." He said barley above a whisper his voice making you jump and spin around "where you-" you tried to ask only to be cut off with a small nod "you know it's not true, right?" Eunseok said taking your hands in his causing you to drop the phone "but..." You tried to speak but Eunseok once again cut you off "shhh don't say anything" he said "your beyond beautiful" he continued pulling you into his chest

"one of a kind beautiful, other people are blind if they can't see just how amazing you are inside and out" he comforted while softly rubbing your back, his words caused the building tears to fall his sweater now had two deep wet spots on the shoulder, not that Eunseok minded

"Your like a god(ess) walking this earth" he said pulling your face out of his shoulder "other people are beyond stupid honey....look at me" he continued pulling your eyes back on to him, Eunseok went quiet for a moment before speaking "don't think I'm lying to you...I would never lie to you, your truly the most beautiful person I've ever seen" Eunseok said as his eyes trailed down to your lips

"Eunseok-" you tried to speak but once again he cut you off not by words this time but with his lips meeting yours. He touched you like you were a fragile peace of art work, like as if you weren't handled with care you could break at any moment, the kiss was filled with so much emotion between the two of you

After what felt like an eternity the two of you pulled away "I don't deserve you" Eunseok said trailing his hand to your hair "your so perfect it's a shame you can't see the same" he continued "....thank you" you said quietly "don't thank me, I'm just helping you see the truth" he said petting your hair

"I'll tell you what" he commented as he stood up "let me call my company real quick" he said grabbing the phone off the floor before walking out the room, a minute or two later he came back with a small smile "can you clear your schedule for a few weeks?" He asked

You answered by nodding your head "perfect, pack warm clothes" he said before going back on the phone, you looked up at him confused "were going on a get away but we're leaving the phone and electronics here" he explained "Eunseok.." you said getting up to hug him "I love you so much, if anything I don't deserve you, your amazing" you praised digging your face in his neck

Your words caused a string of giggles to leave Eunseok "nono this is to prove your amazing a god(ess) one of a kind irreplaceable" he said wrapping his arms around your waist. Until the day of the trip Eunseok spent all his free time with you and constantly checking up on you throughout the day. Eunseok is truly one of a kind a once in a life time lover and your soulmate.

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unique-high · 3 months

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I could fall in love with you | IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER

REQUESTED @iamflawless303

summary: put your worries in my hands.

a/n: I'm super sorry that I'm just now getting to this. I hope you still like it. 🥲

Sorry for any mistakes.

I recommend listening to this song for this fic :)

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There is a light sprinkling of rain as you scurry across the parking lot to Eunseok's car. You're grateful he can pick you up from work, since he has practiced in a few hours.

The warm air of the car hits your skin. It felt nice being out of the icy rain. Eunseok takes a towel from his Nike duffle back in the backseat and hands it to you. He realizes how you look at it and then laughs, telling you: “Don't worry, it's clean.”

You wipe the rainwater from your arms and face. In the few seconds of being in the car, you couldn't help but feel this heavy energy coming from Eunseok. You've been around him long to know that something is off.

The touch of your cool hand on the back of his neck makes him crumble a little. You play with some of his hair. The rain gets heavier and it's the only sound between the two of you.

“Something is the matter.” You softly whispered. Your thumb strokes the side of his neck.

Eunseok crumbles a little more at your words.

“It's work.”

“I'm listening.”

He lets out a broken laugh while staring straight ahead out the windshield as the rain hits it. Eunseok wants to pour all his worries into you.

How his body aches from all the dance practices. How he's afraid he wouldn't do as well for RIIZE's upcoming performance.

And when Eunseok doesn't say anything for a while, you speak again. “Hey, whatever is bothering you, just place it in my hands.” You smiled a little with your hands held out.

This makes Eunseok smile. So he places his worries into your hands. You rolled down the window and chunked his worries out and quickly let the window up so you wouldn't get wet by the rain.

“How do you feel?”

“Lighter.”

You pinch his cheek making him laugh. “Like I told you a thousand times, Eunseok, if you ever need to talk, I'm always here any time of day. No matter how late always come to me with your worries.”

You were never selfish with yourself. Always giving others tiny pieces of you. And Eunseok sometimes wishes you were a little selfish with yourself. He has more of you than anybody else would ever have. Then again, maybe he is a little selfish himself — always accepting the pieces of you and never refusing.

Eunseok gets you home safely, but before you even get out of the car, he reaches over the console and grabs your wrist, stopping you from fully getting out of his car.

“More worries?” you asked.

“I... I was wondering if I could come over after pract–”

“The door will be unlocked. I'll have your favorite food and drink ready when you get here.”

And damn Eunseok doesn't know what he did in his past life to deserve a friend like you.

Everyone has things that bring them some kind of comfort. And you were Eunseok's comfort person. To him, you are like a tiny, cozy, warm home in the winter that smells of sugar cookies and pumpkin spice.

He gives your wrist a little squeeze before letting go. He doesn't drive away yet until you're inside your place and you flip the lights on.

🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞🩷💞

Eunseok is sitting on the sofa with you. You and he are binge-watching a show on Netflix. It felt nice to not to do anything after practice, but just to sit with you felt even nicer.

“Can I cry with you?” Eunseok asks, his voice is so low you almost didn't hear him over the TV.

You grab the remote from the arm of the sofa and paused the TV.

“Yeah, of course, if that's what you need, sweetie.” You scoot closer to him on the sofa.

Eunseok lays his head on your shoulder. He then takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. His eyes sting a little and his nose starts to run.

“More worries?”

Eunseok nods. You placed your free hand out. “Let's get rid of them, okay?”

“Okay.”

And with each worry, Eunseok tells you what's on his mind as he places his worries into your hand. Once your hand is full, you blow all his worries away like a dandelion.

He cries into your shoulder. It's a gut-wrenching cry, but a much-needed one. You stroke the top of his head. You knew being an Idol was a heavy load, but you didn't think of the overwhelming amount of stress it came with.

Eunseok couldn't live his life without people online criticizing him over the smallest of things. He either wasn't doing something right or said something that got taken out of context.

People are cruel.

But at least you made Eunseok feel a lot safer.

When Eunseok is all cried out. You wipe his tears away and clean up his face. Then it's the warmest hug from you that he's engulfed in that he could finally breathe easily.

You gently sway him in your arms and kiss his forehead. “How do you feel now?”

“I feel empty now. But in a good way tho. Like after letting everything out, there is nothing else left there that makes me feel like I'm drowning under the weight of my worries with my lungs burning for air.” he said. “And I want to thank you in so many ways, Y/n.”

“Oh, Eunseok, you don't have to thank me–”

Your eyes widen when he suddenly captures your lips in a tender kiss. Closing your eyes you melt into your sofa. Your body is lightly buzzing all over. You feel Eunseok smile against your lips.

“One thank you down. A million more to go.”

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euseokz · 2 months

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@ eunseok — the forbidden fruit is always better, right ? the only rule is that you have to keep it a secret when you do get a taste of it ;) . cws : use of nicknames (good girl, slut, whore) . degradation/praising . unprotected sex . wc : 1.5k+ . genre : smut - [pt.1]

OLDER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND! EUNSEOK who, as you expected from how much he mentioned it, was not only able to keep secrets better than anyone should, but also had no problem keeping his promises.

you spent the rest of the afternoon, as soon as you truly became level headed and not drunk with lust at least, somewhat nervous, completely avoiding sungchan, worried something you did would give away what you had been up to. it was irrational, and if anything your behavior should have actually been what told him something was up, but strangely enough he didn’t apparently care enough to notice, assuming you were probably just pissed at something he did and avoiding him out of annoyance. you were thankful for your brother’s obliviousness, that he was distracted enough to not notice your odd behavior throughout the rest of the day and even dinner.

when you finally went to bed — which for once seemed like something that couldn’t come soon enough — you laid there excited, impatiently waiting for the moment eunseok would sneak out of sungchan’s room when everyone was finally asleep and leave two soft knocks on your door, opening it slowly and closing it carefully behind him, a sly grin adorning his lips.

“you’re a good girl, you know that right?” he started as he made his way to you, his pajama pants so loose they only made the obvious tent between his legs harder to avoid. “you behaved so well, i almost wanna praise you” eunseok continued, climbing on top of your bed, watching as you moved to lay back and taking the chance to slot himself over you, strands of his hair falling over his face while his palms stopped on either side of your head, holding himself up mere centimeters away from you. “you’re not all that into that though, are you? you’d rather i’d just call you a good little slut who can follow orders well, that’ll probably get you wetter”

he wasted no time after that, leaning in to kiss you just as passionately as he had hours before, if not even more eagerly, now able to be a bit more relaxed. his hands roamed freely under your shirt, moving up your belly until they rested on top of your breasts, palming them gently, pressing against the soft tissue before going lower, making sure to pass through your butt and then finally gripping your bare thighs, your shorts rising up when he propped them to lace around his waist, fingers digging into their flesh and making you whine.

“you have to be quiet, can’t be as loud as before. can you do that?” he asked, and you nodded determinedly, eyes fixed on his, the look on yours fierce almost. eunseok liked that, how easily it was for you to submit to him, to obey, basically no work having to be done on his part since you were already so inclined to it. “good… take off your clothes, all of them” he commanded, starting to take off his own as well, wanting to see you completely bare this time.

when you were finally undressed, a pile of both your pajamas sitting on your floor, eunseok started kissing down your neck, your legs lacing around his waist again to keep him close, a small smile forming on his face because of it. you were desperate, having been thinking about what he’d do to you for hours and driving yourself crazy over it, and you weren’t ashamed of it in any way.

eunseok’s pecks traced over into your collarbones, going down your cleavage and then your stomach, stopping at your pussy, leaving a small kiss over your folds before spreading them with both his thumbs, wanting to finally get a good look of your cunt, humming at how pretty it was, how good it looked all soaked for him. “you’re such a good little slut, truly couldn’t wait for me to come here, uh?” he asked, eyes drifting to yours, watching as you nodded again, biting your lower lip. “what? cat got your tongue? why don’t you answer me properly” he added, his expression teasing as he moved up swiftly, going back to having his face close to yours, one thumb pulling at your bottom lip while the other moved to your middle, circling slowly over your clit.

“i just want you to fuck me, ‘seok… please?” you begged, and eunseok couldn’t help but chuckle, your neediness amusing to him. “when you ask so nicely, how can i say no?” he replied, giving your pussy another look before moving one hand to the back of your right knee, pulling it up to your chest and wrapping the other around the base of his cock, spitting on it and giving it a few strokes before starting to rub his tip up and down your slit, watching as you bit your lip until it turned red, wanting to moan but behaving and staying quiet instead. “such a good little slut, so fucking soaked for me… i wanna fuck you until all you can think about is me, until you’re only a dumb whore for my cock” he muttered, eyes fixed on your pussy as he finally started to push his length into you.

it was almost as if it felt better this time, maybe because you could actually relax and not rush things. the way eunseok filled you up so perfectly left you in a daze, his first thrust enough to make you almost let out a loud whine, the way he pushed all the way in and then pulled back until only half of his tip was inside you more pleasurable than it should be. the angle he had you in was just perfect, making him able to hit all the right spots inside you without even having to try, his thrusts getting faster with each one until he was ramming into you, finally fucking you the way he had been wanting to for lord knows how long.

“you’re so good at taking my cock, you wanna be my whore? uhm? want me to make you my own personal slut?” he asked through gritted teeth, voice as low as possible.

“please ‘seok… please!” you moaned, just as lowly as him, only you two able to hear what the other said.

eunseok pressed your thigh harder against your chest, your other leg left to stay by his side while he moved his palm to lay over your pussy, his thumb circling over your clit vigorously, making your eyes roll back in pure pleasure. he was desperate, you both were, your desire for each other having been building up for far too long at that point. almost nothing else mattered but the way eunseok’s cock felt dragging in and out of you, his thrusts going at the right pace, and his movements over your swollen clit only made it harder for you to not scream his name. you were biting your lower lip until it almost drew blood, fixing your eyes on where you two met just like eunseok did, the view too pretty to avoid. his entire length was coated in your slick, low squelching sounds the only thing filling the room as you both kept your moans in, only small whines or groans slipping out every so often, none loud enough to be hearable past your door or walls. it felt amazing, the way he fucked you better than anyone ever had before, you only wish being that you could scream all the profanities bubbling in your mind, assuming eunseok couldn’t be in a much different position.

not much time passed by before you started feeling your orgasm build up between your legs, eunseok’s thrusts faltering because his own was close too. he was determined to feel you cum around him before his release tho, so he still managed to keep a steady pace, and with that, a low, almost silent, moan slipped past your lips, your high hitting you hard while your body trembled ever so slightly as you tensed up, your walls clenching harshly around eunseok’s length, making him let out a louder than expected groan, continuing to thrust into you at a slower rate for a few seconds before finally pulling out, stroking his cock with his hand a couple of times before spilling his cum all over your stomach, painting your skin pearly white with his seed.

both of you were left in a shock-like state, so overtaken by your own pleasure and arousal you almost couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, how hard your orgasms had hit you both. you were breathless, much like eunseok, trying to collect your thoughts before saying anything.

“such a good slut…” he muttered first, his thumb that once played with your clit moving up, smearing his cum over your skin with slow motions.

“wanted you to cum in me” you whined, a pout forming on your lips. “maybe next time” eunseok replied, making you look up from where his hand laid on you towards his face. “there’ll be a next time?” you asked enthusiastically. “you think i can just have the two best fucks of my life with someone and never touch that person again?”

you thought about it for a second, smiling a bit before continuing to talk. “what about sungchan? he’ll eventually find out”

“if sungchan cares that much about who you and i fuck than he needs to get a better life. just because you’re his sister doesn’t mean you’re some forbidden fruit i can never have”

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starryriize · 3 months

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kiss me kiss me | eunseok

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: corporate worker bf! eunseok and gf! reader

೫ summary: you surprise your boyfriend while he's stuck at work with flowers and of course, kisses! however, you didn't expect him to look so attractive.

೫ genre/word count: kinda fluffy but more suggestive! 668 words!

೫ author's note: ngl i wrote this really quickly because i didn't like the first draft of this so...here we are :)) good lord i was giggling and kicking as i wrote this fr <3 this could definitely be better though...

Eunseok rarely let the effects of lack of sleep get to him. Most days, he could easily get by with a shot of espresso and some coffee, but today was one of those days. It was one of those days when everything was thrown at him and there wasn’t enough time in the day to get it all done. His once pristine desk was now piled with papers and proposals that were meant to be finished. Reaching up to his collar, he laced his fingers under his necktie, roughly pulling it to undo the knot.

His suit jacket was strewn across his office chair along with his discarded company badge. There was a new client that his boss had wanted to get signed before the end of the day. His phone buzzes, the dim light shining facedown on his desk. Picking up his phone, he glances at the text from you, finding it cute that you wanted to visit him with a pick-me-up.

10 minutes later, he heard the ever-familiar ding from the elevator. The soft click of your heels can be heard as you walk down the halls along with the soft whirr of the elevator going back down. You approach Eunseok's office, seeing him sitting at his desk, head resting in his hands. You open the door slowly, peeking your head in, exclaiming, "Honey! I brought some midnight snacks for us!" He perks up, eyes instantly sparkling upon seeing you in his office.

Getting up, he walks over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. For him, you were the cure to every single one of his problems. His hands found their way to your cheeks, wordlessly pressing his lips against yours. It was rushed, full of want and need. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush of kissing in his office, even though there was no one else in the office building. Maybe it was the stress of work, but your boyfriend looked far too good in his white shirt and loosened tie. You pull away, not wanting to give in too quickly or ignore the food that is getting cold. His eyes were glazed over as he leaned back against the front of his desk, teasing, "What? Do you want more?" You contemplate it, smirking in response, dragging your eyes up and down his figure. If he was a tease, you were the devil. Your eyes land on his loosened tie and you let your intrusive thoughts take over.

Stepping closer, you lightly trace your fingers down his white shirt, noticing how he slightly shivered at your touch. Looping a finger around the bottom of his tie, you tug it, pulling him towards you. "Hey-" he exclaims, wondering what you were doing. "Shhhh." You add, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss with his tie. The kiss was far from innocent, the only sounds that could be heard were both of your breathless moans into each other lips. Eunseok's mind was melting as you kissed him more impatiently, your tongues molding against each other. He kissed you as though you were the most decadent chocolate, savoring every taste, swallowing your pretty sighs. He dragged his hands away from your waist, dropping lower to grab your ass, giving it a little smack. “Eun-ah!” You yelp, but he chases your lips, wanting you to be the only air he breathes. He pulls you closer and the way his lips perfectly moved against yours drove you insane. By now, the food was not the snack that your boyfriend wanted, rather he wanted to have you. This moment, in his office, was simply the prelude to what would be a long night.

You both pull away, chests heaving from the lack of air, and smiling hazily at each other. "Let's continue…this at home,” he says between pants. He smiles, lopsided and dazed, as though he got drunk on the taste of your lips. You nod, catching your breath before asking him, “So, what’s for dessert tonight?”

“You.”

#laur’s thoughts 🧚🏼‍♀️#laur’s valentine 💌#riize imagines #riize x reader #riize scenarios #riize eunseok x reader #eunseok imagines #riize smut

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bambisnc · 2 months

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college bf!eunseok who always accompanies you while you're cramming in the library right before exams; despite having finished his own studying weeks ago - he's just there to ensure that you're not all alone in your misery and have someone to vent to when you're feeling upset or just overall fed-up

college bf!eunseok who always has hair ties on his wrist for you (this is the hottest thing a guy can do fight me fr) and makes sure to keep a stash of whatever you could need - your favorite snacks, a couple of band-aids, lip balm - just in case, because he'd never want to be unprepared for anything; it's you after all..

college bf!eunseok who's always more than willing to drop you off to classes and greet you at the door after; w a gentle brush of his lips to your temple or a playful ruffle to your hair

college bf!eunseok who, whenever you're out to eat tgt, on noticing there's something on his plate that he thinks you'd like or something that he likes and wants to share w you, does not hesitate one bit to either straightaway move it to your plate or feed it to you right then + if there's something you don't like he's taking it off your hands right then and there (even if he isn't a huge fan of it either)

college bf!eunseok who always, always is fully focused on you. you know those times when you're in the middle of a group conversation and someone speaks over you? yeah, he's not letting that happen. either uno reverses the person by interrupting them or pulls you aside slightly just to hear what you had to say

college bf!eunseok who is a walking reminder alert - "have you had water yet love?" "you've studied enough for today; come out and touch grass w me now. we can get ice-cream if you want~" "it's 3 am. why're you still up." siiiighs

just,, college bf!eunseok <3

notes : mwah imma queue this/maybe somethign else bc im gonna be frfr gone till march middle-ish now </3 + [m.list]

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sminiac · 3 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— Just Maybe !

⋆ Chef!Song Eunseok + Server!Reader

Contains — NSFW/Smut, breeding (kink???), minor description of blood, injury, physical pain, fear of knives, EUNSEOK BEING HORRENDOUSLY DOWN BAD.

Ex — I’ll fix any inconsistencies and typos later on, writing long fics already takes so much out of me and I’m simply just a girl ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა if something doesn’t make sense pretend it does or I’ll cry from embarrassment :D

Customer service was never the entire reason as to why you chose to stick with your position, sure the tips came in steady and the environment was alright- well, when you weren’t having to deal with grown adults that have the temper of a spoiled toddler, but you’ve always had a thing for the head chef of the establishment, a clean-cut man who smoothed out any jagged corners for you without the need for a reimbursement of any sort, he was just simply, nice, a little awkward when it came to conversations but the confidence in the way he moved when in the kitchen cancelled it out, not to mention how incredibly handsome he is.

Eunseok’s the kind of person that you know cares about his looks, good hygiene and a well built body, at times you could vaguely see the hours of self discipline put into himself, but he was never loud about it, never entertained the line of women waiting patiently for his beckoning call.

He didn’t flirt with your female co-workers, in fact he’d hardly give them the time of day, except for when he’d be approached with the meek request that he help fix a problem with a customers food, to make light of the situation no matter how dire it was made to be.. on purpose, or not, you’d never know with the servers you worked alongside.

He was keen on keeping you and the remainder of the staff in check as the prices on your menus fetched high for the quality he dished out, so the lot of you remained vigilant about your work besides the few failed attempts of getting on his sweet side. Song Eunseok was never mean, he never let the authority placed onto him reach his head, but when you messed up he’d make sure you were aware of it. The silent treatment and the frostbitten glares you’d argue is even worse than the Gordan Ramsey-esque version of your overly passionate boss that the heat from the stoves would catch fire in his throat, melting away the cordial tone Eunseok was the one to set into motion initially, you’d never seen him so far gone like that, and you hoped you’d never.

He called you up early this morning, in the first few seconds into 8:35 am on a Saturday, aka your designated rot in bed day, his voice was flowing and kind when asking of you to come in, pick up a shift for a member who called in sick at the last minute, promising that it would be worth it with the added money you didn’t receive in normality with your biweekly cheques, the one thing he didn’t mention explicitly was that the bonus came with the bind of babysitting.

The girl who called out was a trainer, and your boss had just recently given the okay for a new hire.

You couldn’t say no, you just couldn’t bring yourself to thinking about the way he probably looked right now on the other side of the phone, you could see it vividly even in your half awakened mind- the white chef shirt with his sleeves folded neatly to rest just below his elbows that put on an unavoidable display of his toned forearms that you could distinctly see the groups of muscle flex and groove under his skin when he worked his magic with a knife or when picking up a wide surfaced skillet over an open flame.

You’ve heard of the hushed gossip about his hands, how dexterous he is with both, that he’d surely make for a great partner in bed. The teasing comments about his impassive appearance you didn’t entertain so much of, but maybe it was just the innocent crush on him that refrained you from doing so.

Walking through the doors of the building was always exhilarating, especially with the added addition to your appearance for tonight of small delicate bows decorating your hair, the difference very much minor, but having Eunseok comment on it the first time he sees you made the effort more rewarding.

“You plan on earning yourself even more tonight?” He asks whilst carrying an arm full of freshly cleaned pans like they weighed nothing back to his station, the faint smell of his familiar fragrance thick in your nose. Your brows furrow, tongue running against the front of your teeth, “Depends on what I’d be earning, Chef.”

You sound a little uncertain in your tone, not so fast to allow yourself to peg his question as a way of flirting.

Cute, he thinks. Eunseok can’t help but let the edge of his lips faintly crook up, he doesn’t let your eyes catch at his expression before he resumes placing everything back to its rightful spot. “Tips.” He says gently, in a way that doesn’t make you feel stupid for not catching on so quickly. “You know how horny these old heads can be, money always suddenly burning a hole through their pockets once a pretty girls taking care of ‘em.”

He glances at you, alarmed at the way your foot falls in front of your other like you’re going to approach him, a look on your face that he knows means you’re going to ask a make or break question, and he’s not ready to decide if he loves his job as much as he’s convinced himself to ever since you joined the crew in an attempt to keep his irrevocable attraction to you at bay.

“You know what,” he breathes, almost floating with how fast he moves towards you in retaliation, he knows what he’s doing, he’s noticed how quiet you get whenever he’s close enough for you to smell the cologne that seeps out from under the thick layer of white fabric, “our food prep won’t be here for another hour or two, do me a favour and get a head start while you wait? Tonight’s a busy one.”

He retrieves a waist apron from behind you, the thin tie dragging ticklish against your skin as he backs away, his hands already behind his back. “Uh- yeah, okay. I’m… on it.” You spin slowly on your heal, already familiarized with your way around prepping so you take off to the cooler without question, still a little dazed from the close and sudden proximity, but it only burns when you hear him utter “What was that?” With a sternness that doesn’t reach his face, in fact it’s the polar opposite, it almost leaves you paralyzed by the soft smile as you turn.

“On- on.. I’m on it, Chef.” He nods, appreciative of upholding his title though it wasn’t required, he just liked seeing how flustered you got when your mouth ran at a speed your brain couldn’t. Maybe it was the only time he’d let himself acknowledge the power he held over you, too.

The process of organizing and maintaining a convenient layout for the ingredients wasn’t all that complex or bothersome, you breezed through it, a little grateful that you weren’t out on the floor scrubbing tables and handling the heavy chairs. But what breaks your productive flow is the knives. You’ve never really gotten over the fear of handling something so big and sharp, never mind the daunting precision aspect that you’re almost positive you aren’t capable of keeping consistent with the patterns and overly complicated techniques.

Your teeth pull at the skin on the inside of your lip, eyeing the blade that you know was just recently taken in to be sharpened with the rest, even worse, but the variety of vegetables before you wouldn’t magically fall apart into pristine chunks by themselves.

You haul in a short breath that kicks your hands into action, making sure to grasp the handle firmly, the moisture of your palm making it a little hard to wield with a nicely distributed weight that would make it glide, but it’s in your hand at the least.

“Y/n,”

“Yes?” Your attention redirects towards Eunseok as he peers behind the wall separating you from the front of the kitchen, the blade slipping from your hold upon the sight of his shirt opened all the way down revealing to you the almost skin tight sleeveless-t that’s under. The knife clatters to the floor with a sound that makes your teeth grind, from the unpleasantness of it and the embarrassment of losing what little composure you’d managed to wrangle so easily.

You follow after the blade, your knees bent as you scramble to retrieve it, Eunseok steps over to you, following you down to the floor.

“Ahh, of course my mouth runs away from me.” He tsks, and for a second you consider that you’ve just broken the damn thing, but the sharp sting of the air making its way to the open cut in your palm tells you before your eyes can. Blood eases from it, trickling, and then it starts running. Eunseok’s fingers are cautious as they encircle your wrist yet his grip is firm as he inspects the depth of the wound, “I’m really sorry Y/n, I really made you slice your hand good. Here,” he says, guiding you slowly to your feet. “I’ll clean and wrap it up for you.”

“Please” you nod, your heart so wild in your chest that you can hear it in your ears. His hands press against your waist, effortlessly bringing you up to the empty space on the counter where he seats you, clearing away the surrounding area before he’s reaching into one of the overhead shelves and grabbing the one of many first aid kits.

Not that you aren’t capable of tending to dress the cut yourself, but it was nice knowing he cared enough to take the time to help you out as he could’ve easily dropped a fleeting apology for his precipitation and dipped out as fast as he appeared, but he didn’t. He chose to attend to you with careful, skilled fingers, and a few words of praise for toughing out the thrumming sting.

“You’re good with the pain, I’m glad.” He says departing from between your legs with a pat to your knee, leaving you to feel at the thick gauze catching at any blood that still lingers, reassuring you that it fortunately isn’t deep enough for stitches as the blade slipped clean through your skin without any pressure.

“Why’s that?” You ask absentmindedly.

He returns back to you with a slowness to his stride, his scent wrapping you back up, it takes away from the pain in your hand.

“Because I would’ve felt really, really bad if you started crying.” If you weren’t raptured by the sight of his eyes being so close to your face then you’d be focussed on the way his hand lifts, only the tips of his fingers skimming against the skin next to your eye as he brushes your hair out of the way. “You shouldn’t tell anyone I helped you.”

“Why?” You lean in, back curving in a desperate seek of his nearness. “I don’t help everyone else like this,” he reasons, his tone matching yours- airy, a little dazed by the shared infatuation. “Someone might become jealous of my obvious favouritism.” He takes in the sight of you so close at leisure while he has you, trying to imbed the features of your face he isn’t able to see from afar quite the way he can now into his brain.

“Obvious? It’s obvious?”

“Painfully.” His long fingers slink under your chin, thumb pressing into the soft of your lip. “You didn’t think all those times i treated you with leniency was because I’m a nice person, did you?” He moves in, his front pressing directly against the table, if you moved any closer his clothed cock would be nestled between your legs, right where you need him, crave him.

You bite the bullet, hips shifting you into him, your tongue licking faintly against his skin with a thoughtless nod of your head as he pushes further into your mouth until your lips are enclosing around the digit.

“Sweet girl,” he sighs feeling the warmth you engulf him in, “too stupid for your own good, hm?”

You nod again, focussing on the way he lets out an airy laugh, his hand that’s free of your mouth finally makes contact with you, he rests it at your thigh, squeezing gently before he’s pointedly skipping anywhere near your inner thigh, “You don’t know how bad i want your pussy on my tongue,” he moves even closer, to the point his heads slanted slightly to the side, the tip of his nose bumping into yours. “dream of it, actually.”

He enjoys watching the way you squirm, trying to grind against the front of his slacks just from the effect of his words. His thumb slips out from your mouth, a shuttered breath pulled at the way your tongue laves at him, collecting the saliva back into your mouth, your efforts fall fruitless as he’s dipping in, his lips soft, damp against yours.

A smell pervades your noise, a familiar one, but you’d never gotten close enough to distinguish it from his cologne, this one is sweet, subtle, it’s not headache inducing or nauseating, it’s one that you couldn’t put under the differing tones of feminine or masculine, it’s simply just him.

His tongue introduces itself flawlessly, a cold first lick into your mouth makes your hands fly to his arms, gripping at his biceps that are solid against your hold. His head dips with his jaw, pulling you with the way his lips attack and draw out unhurried. He allows himself to savour you, the way you feel the way you taste, even the feeling of your breath falling dense, heavy, deliberately exhaling due to the lack of control you have over your own body when he’s got you like this.

His hand travels to your lower back, pulling you further into him until you physically can’t get any closer, his body burns with the unfaltering want to have you, the need for you, he pulls away suddenly, thumbing at your cheek as he looks over you like a docile animal in need of attention, “I’d really like if i could make up for hurting you right now, if you’d let me.” He makes you feel so pretty in a way without words, how that’s humanly possible? You’re not sure, but you know you’d want to bask in it for the rest of your life.

“Please, want you s’bad Eunseok, more than you know.”

His lips return to yours, you’d argue that it’s where they belong as he shoulders off the loose shirt, he gathers it expertly without struggling to keep up with your pace, placing it off to your side so your fingers can finally get a feel of his skin, where the other girls could only dream of touching, even seeing.

His tongue ceases from sliding back into your mouth because he knows it wouldn’t stay put once he’s got you open and on display for him, he doesn’t unbutton your shirt all the way free in case someone were to stumble upon the two of you, but he’s desperate to see your chest, you pick up on his wants quite quickly, without a word you slip off the shirt to get to your bra, discarding it and slipping the shirt back over your arms, it acts like a curtain, for only his eyes to see, to devour. “Fuck,” he groans finally getting a handful of you, he swears he’s never touched something softer, someone, you made his senses heightened tenfold, and you did it without any intention, you just simply had him, every inch of him.

He paws at your chest, an almost innocent semblance to his face as he feels you, “need to fuck you, god- need to fuck you so bad.” He says, mirroring your words, they loop in his head and fall from his tongue at the pure excitement he feels being able to have you like this. His hands abandon your body to pull his shirt over his head, his belt loose, he reaches for the singular button on his black slacks but you stop him, gently nudging him out of the way so you can pull it free, and he hates how you strike him dumb without the means to as he feels the slight vibration of his zipper being pulled down.

He’s so hard, to an embarrassing point where even the slight bump against the steel table makes him huff. You’re focused on his length once you’ve got him free of his clothes, the heft of it in your hand, the sounds you elicit from such small touches, the sight of his tip still actively dribbling pre.

“Take this off baby.” His two fingers tug at the waist of your skirt, in the same he brings your attention back, and even though he asks you to do something his lips press open mouthed kisses to your neck, shoulder, your collarbone, so frazzled from the rush that his actions contradict his words. “You’re gonna have to let me go for a second then pretty.” You giggle, the sound makes his cock twitch, another sigh that prompts a grunt to tumble out at the feeling. He lets you go, but not before giving you a helping handwith your own zipper. His hands are frantic as you begin to down the fabric, lifting your hips so he can fully rid of it for you.

Your words cease to exist as the back of his hand presses against your lower stomach once you’re settled, his thumb catching at the seam of your panties, pulling it to the side and hooking it in place with his middle finger so you’re fully in view. His teeth catch his lip, slowly letting it slip back into the air as his index and thumb now move to separate your folds. He’d love to lie, say he hasn’t thought about what you have on under your clothes- if anything, he swears a moan was going to slip just from the feeling of your arousal soaked heavy into the thin material, but seeing it in whole before him now has a sound that borders both a sigh and moan.

“You’re so perfect, I’m almost scared to touch you.” He admits, his eyes peering up at you through his fallen hair, “Nothing to be scared of, want you to- please Eunseok, need you to touch me.”

Your hips bump forward, an eager whine slipping from your lips that he chases, he lets his hand fall back only to spread you back open again for the pleasure of hearing the wet squelch, his wrist turns, the tip of his middle finger slipping down until he reaches your opening. He doesn’t say a thing as he pushes, his fingers conforming to your insides, it curls slightly, and he swallows back saliva from slipping out of his mouth at the way you take him. This is only his finger, a singular one, and he’s already losing it.

He hears you suck in a breath at the feeling, you feel the twnder spot he brushes against, gentle in setting himself a rhythm, but you needed more.

“More Eunseok.” You hum, your hand coming down to pinch at his ring finger, he complies, pressing a set of delicate kisses to your shoulder before he allows his head to rest there, watching the way he pumps into you while you’ve got your head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut from the surreal feeling of him, the situation.

“Wanna put myself inside of you,” he says simply, a steadiness to his tone. “just want to make you feel like you’ve never been before.”

“Then do it- wan’ you- want you to ruin me, like you said.”

His head lifts, and in the matter of seconds he’s guiding you until you’re only balanced with your hands behind your back that keep you propped, one leg is bent where his arm is wrapped around, his fingers still keeping your cunt revealed for him, your other leg is limp, already distant from the feeling of his fingers, but you retreat even further when he’s rubbing the head of his cock through you, bumping against your clit as he drags. “So pretty,” he mutters, reaching for your hand that’s clenched around the makeshift bandaid, his lips press around the area, the ticklish feeling of his lips mitigating the soreness. “my favourite girl.”

He proceeds sinking himself in, briefly pausing to collect himself once his head is fully disappeared out of sight, his hand rubs at your thigh as soft cries are muted with your breaths, “You’re okay princess,” he soothes, his praise constant until he’s seated so deep that his body’s flush with yours again. “already feel you makin’ a mess.” He grits out, feeling the weak rounding movement of your hips trying to get a deeper taste of his cock that sits wedged within you so right.

“So big ‘nseok, makin’ it hard to think.” You babble.

His shoulders shake with mirth at your running mouth, making your face warm all the way down to the ball of your shoulders, “Don’t laugh.” You grumble smacking his arm, you can feel the agitation rise to your eyes, struggling to swallow back the tears that are already slipping before you can even mentally register it. You can’t place where the sudden emotions stem from, maybe it was the barreling pleasure he spoiled you with, how kind he remained even in his boldness when handling you, how knowledgeable he is when touching you.

Eunseok remains still in your hold, both of his hands swiping away the tears, not even a flash of judgment in his face.

“Mmh I’m sorry baby, jus’ think you’re cute,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, hand moving to stroke at the back of your neck. “that’s all. Nothing to cry about, right?” He adjusts your head until your eyes are on his, a sign of agreement comes and he’s drawing his apology out in the way his hips pull back, then in again.

He doesn’t treat you like this is all he’s wanted from you, maybe it’s on his list of things, but fucking you wasn’t his end goal. He touches you like hot glass, so pliable that he only uses a small amount of force that you’re willing to accept, that has you clawing, whining for him to be faster, kiss you, touch you more, anywhere he possible can.

As his hips glide into yours he can’t help but stare at your face, god you’re so pretty, he feels at your cheeks to be certain of your presence, that you aren’t just an image he’s manifested in your absence. He knows you’re real in the cry of his name, how you slur, too overcome by the deep buzz that has your muscles tightening, it burns, not like the cut in your hand he keeps reaching out to kiss at, it’s a good kind of hurt, the only hurt he’d ever want you to feel from now on if you’d only let him be the one to service you.

“‘nseok! ‘nseok— fuck.” You repeat in his ear, holding yourself close by keeping your arms locked around his neck. The sounds you make blur with his collection of memories that you’ve supplied over the time spent by him, he can hear you from the past, your inflections, your laughter, tears from being treated poorly by customers, it’s all gathered together in his hands now. It’s been so long, so, so long, and now he’s finally gotten the closest he could ever be to you, he’s so blissed out by the feeling of your cunt, the sweat collecting on the surface of your skin being pressed into him, that he’s decided that his title, his renowned culinary knowledge would never amount to the fullness he feels being able to make you weep like this.

He would put his skill to use with you, to keep you satisfied- more than, to make you home cooked meals, and if there were to be any little ones along the way then he’d learn to be playful with his craft.

The thought makes him quiver, lips parted and wet, he reaches to press a kiss to your cheekbone before resting you back, promising to take care of you, just like he had earlier. “You’re awful,” he pants, his finger reattaching to your clit that’s still slick and warm. “makin’ me so needy like this, god- wanna put a baby in you so you’ll never have to worry about working for a shitty job again.”

His words fuel your orgasm to really make myself itself present, and it’s closer than you’d thought.

“You aren’t, so nice to me- Chef.”

You know what he meant, but there couldn’t possibly be room to worry about another person but him when he’s fucking you like this, all the faces you possibly know all blurring into him. Him him him.

A smile breaks through his face, his fingers work quick, but they’re precise, and knowing, just one sound from you and he knows where to keep them as he continues driving his cock into you. “Work so hard f’me, do such a good job pretty girl, how could i not be? Fuck-”

He’s close, and the way your cunt starts to irregularly pull tight around him hints that you are too, your moans die down, no longer struggling to choke them back and your body starts tensing, the sight of you, sound- god even the smell is all too much, much too good that he’s tipping over you, slotting his lips between yours before he pulls to rest his forehead against yours, lips brushing as he asks “Where d’you want me princess?” fully expecting you to ask of him to pull out, but you don’t, you continue to hold him as close as you can without shifting your way out of his touch that’s making you crumble, getting out a quiet “inside, please!” Before he’s releasing, you right behind him.

The feeling of a different kind of warmth fills you out, your hearing a little fuzzy, but he’s still with you, you can feel his warm skin, the shape to him, so you know you’re okay.

You rest onto each other, the air lacking in amounts but you’ve never been more content, even with the sticky feeling of his cum sinking into your panties as his hand lets go.

“You hungry?” He asks suddenly, disturbing the serene silence you’d melted into. “I can make you some fries, I know you like those.”

“You mean you like fries, I’ve never gotten to finish my own serving before you get to them.” You nuzzle your head into his chest, and he adjusts by wrapping you up in his arms with a soft chuckle.

“You’ll get a bowl to yourself this time, promise. I’ve gotta finish prepping, remember? You can just keep being pretty and keep my company now, don’t need to do a thing.”

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luvyeni · 3 months

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𐙚 : SOMEONE WALKING IN ON YOU W/ RIIZE (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. oral ( f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, being walked in on

request: riize reaction to being cockblocked ...

authors note. i hope you like it babez, i hope this is what you wanted 🩷🫶🏾!!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !

embarrassed to say the least; like he can't even look his member in the eye. he didn't even notice sungchan walk into the room , his face nuzzled in between your neck, leaving little marks on your precious skin; heavily breathing as he slowly rocked his hips; his cock rubbing against your clothed heat. "fu-fuck taro." you moaned out — he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside you. he pulled away from you neck, smiling down at you as he unbuckled his pants. "gonna treat you so good baby." he said ready to free his cock out. "fuck you nice." you whimpered out, but before he could, the door came swinging open. "bro you wan— oh fuck im so sorry." he quickly did a 360, closing the door. shotaro was red in the face; just wanting the world the swallow him hole. "i-i thought i locked the door." he said. "it's okay." he whined , the mood no longer there, hiding his face in your neck. "taro it's okay." he shook his head. "no it's not." you just laughed, scratching his head.

"we gotta double che— no triple check the door next time we have sex."

𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !

annoyed is what he is — cause even if he wasn't doing anything; why the hell are you bursting through his door like that? his members knew that if you were over and his door was closed — then don't come in; apparently sohee didn't get that. "i don't want to hear anything out of you." he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, you bit down on your lip hard; keeping all your noises inside as he curled his fingers , your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "look at you slut, going dumb just from my fingers." he smirked. "gonna cum for me?" you felt your orgasm approaching — to bad the door open , making eunseok halt his movement, his head snapping to whoever it was. "hyung— get out, now." he deadpanned. sohee didn't even need to understand what was going on, but he heard to tone of his friends voice and immediately walked out. "fucking hell." he cursed under his breath, turning back to you , his fingers still inside you.

"don't think i didn't feel your cunt clench when he walked in — fucking whore you wanted someone to catch us."

𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

he wouldn't even know to be honest; neither one of you would honestly — when you two have sex , the entire world doesn't exist at that moment, only the feeling of sweet cunt tightening around him as you rode his cock. "sh-shit baby, keep going." he groaned. "that's use my cock baby, fuck yourself on me." his hands coming down to your ass, slapping it. "faster baby." you rocked your hips faster , holding yourself up — bucking up into you. "sh-shit princess you're gonna make me cum." both of your highs vastly approaching. both of you so wrapped up in each other, neither one of you notice eunseok walk right into the room, quickly walking back out. "fuck!" his hips stilling, as your legs shook both of you cumming hard , his cock twitching as he came inside your hole. "fuck baby, you feel so good." he groaned. after he cleans you up , and your both cuddled up in his bed, when you bring it up. "did someone walk in on us?" he shrugged , bringing you closer to his body.

"at least they got a good show, you look so fucking sexy bouncing on my cock."

𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !

another one who would be pissed off , he finally got you alone after being bothered all day by his members; not having a minute of alone time — him sitting up against the headboard; you sitting on your knees, in between his legs, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. "fuuuuuck baby that's." he groaned, his hands on your head , pushing you further down on his cock , you gagged on his cock , spit spilling out from the cornrs of your mouth. "make a mess on my cock." this is all he wanted , was to feel your mouth on him, alone on his bedroom; away from everyone — anton clearly didn't get the memo. "hyung food is — oh my god!" wonbin quickly picked up a pillow chucking it at the poor boy who was already trying to get out the room. "can't even get a second of peace in the damn dorm." the moment was clearly gone, you pulled off of him, he tucked himself away. "get dressed." he said. "where are we going?"

"to your house , im not gonna walk around with a hard on because they don't know what

𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !

his only worry is if they saw you or not; if they didn't then oh well they should've knocked , he's not gonna focus on it for too long especially if you still want to continue after. "you feeling good princess." he slowly rocked his hips , his cock dragging along your walls, your sweet cunt fluttering around him , both of you in complete ecstacy. "hannie." he hushed you up with a kiss. "shh baby, don't want them to hear how pretty you are." he groaned. you looked so pretty, your chest heaving up and down , tits bouncing with every thrust — your pretty does eyes looking up at him, you looked so good. "fuck baby you're perfect, gonna fill you up with my cum." you were on cloud nine, so you didn't hear the door open or shotaro walking in — you just felt seunghan covering your naked body. "oh fuck im so sorry." he ran out closing the door. "who was that?" he didn't say anything , just continued to rock his hips, you moaned out.

"don't worry about it princess — fuck, just keep your eyes on me pretty girl."

𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !

#1 munch right here!! he doesn't care if someone is in the room , when his mouth is on your pretty cunt , lapping up everything you had to offer; your hands yanking at his hair signaling for him to slow down. "fu-fuck sohee." you moaned. "slow down , your friends are still outside." he hummed against your cunt , but he didn't slow down; so drunk on your pussy he couldn't bring himself to slow down, his nose brushing against your clit. "fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum." you whimpered , tugging at his hair , he moaned out. you both swore you locked the door — but that was proven wrong when the door opened , sungchan walking; both of you making eye contact , you shrieked. "of yn im sorry." he covered his eyes, walking out. "so-sohee fuck stop." you pulled him off of you. "what baby?" he wiped his plump red lips. "did you not hear the door open , sungchan walked in." you were heavy breathing. "it's alright baby." he smirked , kissing your clit.

"you should've let him stay , so he can see how pretty you look with you're cumming on my face."

𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !

he is mortified — the last thing he wanted was for one of his hyungs to walk in on him and you in the current position you were in; but you insisted that you'd be quiet, and he really couldn't say no, especially when you were grinding against his hardening cock. "oh-oh fuck." he moaned, you shushed him. "they'll hear you if you keep making noises." you groaned against his ear, biting down on his lobe. "ca-can't help it." his big hands in your ass, rocking back and forth. "you feel so good." he sighed. wonbin didn't mean any harm , he swore — but the he could've sworn he heard a pained noise coming from antons room; and he didnt know you were there— which lead to him opening the door. "anton you okay?" the horror on all of your faces, wonbin quickly shuffling out the room, yelling "lock the door next time!" it's safe to say both of you were even to scared to continue. "even with the door locked, the fact that he knows what we're doing is haunting me." you climbed off of him.

"i swear i won't even kiss you when he's around , i won't be able to look him in the eyes again."

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mphountitled · 5 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐑𝐢𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

★ ot7 x fem!reader

★ The Riize members who would respond the best at being called 'Daddy' (Shotaro, Eunseok, Sungchan, Wonbin)

★ warnings: nsfw, +18, dom/sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Phone sex

─── ⋆⋅ Shotaro

Your voice is stern and remarkably unimpressed when you call your boyfriend's name from the kitchen. Only a couple seconds later, and Shotaro is lazily strolling in... large hands buried in his pockets with that distinct smile stretching the corners of his full lips. His eyes swell with mischief as he leans against the fragile counter.

"Yes, my love?" He sings in a tone of voice that Shotaro weaponizes against you time and time again. When his voice was as airy as it is right now, drenched in literal honey, it proved significantly difficult not to give into his advances.

Right now, however, you're perfectly unaffected by his smile. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest, giving him a death glare as you lean against the counter adjacent to him.

Shotaro's smile is immovable.

"God, you're so sexy when you're frustrated." He pushes himself over the counter, slyly prowling his way to you. "Makes me wanna-"

You push lightly at his chest. Turning instead, to just your head at the pickle jar sitting idly on the counter beside you both. "Open it."

Your voice is stern and monotonous with all traces of jest gone. "I don't have time for your nonsense, Shotaro."

"Ooh!" He exclaims, "My government name? You must really be mad," he snickers before bending down to splay slow wet kisses along your cheek.

"Shotaro." You push at him again, but his hands immediately fly to your hips.

"I'll open it," he whispers, voice heavy, "Just ask nicely," therein lay the proverbial catch. Shotaro could never just be nice for the sake of it. There was always a catch.

"Just..." he places his index finger under your chin, dragging your face up until your eyes were piercing into his. "Just ask me nicely."

Your breathing grows increasingly labored because your boyfriend is unfortunately incredibly attractive and incredibly persuasive. You watch the longing in his eyes grow with immense skepticism.

"I'll just ask Sungchan-"

He cackles loudly, "Do that and you won't get to cum for a month." He's smiling with his head tilted but one thing you learned was that Shotaro rarely ever made idle threats.

"Now c'mon," he says, bending down to you, "Just ask."

You're slipping unceremoniously into your subspace because he's cradling your face now. His shoulders are hunched over you protectively and you close your eyes as you force those words out.

"Please open the jar for me-" You begin, but his grip on your face is unrelenting as he sings, "Aaaahh-"

"Please open the jar for me," Your shoulders slump and exhale in defeat, "Daddy."

"See! How easy that was?" He praises you with a big peck on lips before swerving to pick up the jar of pickles. The big dopey grin he sports makes your embarrassment worthwhile, and Shotaro watches as you munch on your pickles.

"I like it when you ask for my help!"

─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

It happens during dinner, more specifically, a group dinner to which you were so graciously invited along with the other partners of the other members. Excitement flowed like an electrical current in the air and everyone seemed pleasantly tipsy, whether by alcohol or just the overly infectious and good vibe. Naturally, your inhibitions are on an all time low, as you lazily leaned into your boyfriend while a flurry of waiters brought forth the second course.

Eunseok had been comfortable extending his voice over the chatter in the room while still allowing you to keep a steady grip around his bicep. His hand lazily sitting atop your lap, rubbing dizzying circles on your exposed thigh.

You're not sure how long this had been going on, Eunseok's fingers gradually hiking your pleated skirt up higher and higher while he remained chatting with his friends.

You couldn't contain yourself once his hand finally slipped inside, up under your skirt...

Instead of stopping him, instead of pushing him away by the hardened contours of his bicep, you let it happen. Releasing a small, little exhale as you opened your legs ever so slightly.

Despite still in animated conversation with Shotaro, you could hear the smirk peppered in his voice as his fingers eased their way against your cunt.

The mewl that escaped your throat was downright ungodly, but it succeeded in lightly coaxing Eunseok away from his previous conversation.

His eyes are heavy with seamless intoxication as he looks down at you with a breathless, close lipped smile. It's as if him previously ignoring you, had been It's own thing, along with rubbing your soaking cunt under the table.

Eunseok's eyes are glimmering when he bends down to whisper,

"You good?"

You most certainly did not have the current brain capacity to tell him you were absolutely not good because you've taken to opening your legs even wider. You shift uneasily, trying to create as much friction while still appearing inconspicuous, and Eunseok's eyes only grow heavier.

He fucking adores seeing you needy. He loved pushing you past the bounds of your own sensibilities. When your relationship began, it had been a case of 'if'. Whether it was actually possible to have his overly smart, overly independent girlfriend, cock drunk to the point incoherence. Once Eunseok learned that you were a fan of forfeiting the power in the bedroom, his goalposts had shifted to 'how quickly' he could get you to become a messy, needy little slut.

Evidently, this evening, it did not take much at all and he thanked the alcohol.

Panicking, you chose instead to focus on what was in front of you. A plate of glazed skewers that remained untouched, "Um..." you begin awkwardly while viciously apptempting to stave off just how needy you were, "I didn't order that-fuck," Your sentence wavers into a haorse crack as Eunseok's finger swipes over your puffy, clothed clit. In your periphery, his giant frame bends over your like an umbrella, focusing on your each and every movements.

"I didn't ask for..." You're absolutely fargone at this point, stopping and starting sentences while your brain fought the pleasure, "I didn't ask for the glazed squid skewers."

"You were in the bathroom," he immediately adds, and a jumpstart in conversation from the rest of the room would have completely made his next words go unnoticed. However, because you were hanging over everything falling out of his lips, you most definitely heard it. "I ordered for you."

Eunseok's fingers finally push past the barriers of your drenched panties, making direct contact with your weeping cunt.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Fuck- no, Daddy."

You immediate slapped a hand over your mouth, letting yourself whimper into the palm of your hand as your heart raged in its cage.

His face is expressionless.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" There was a dangerous, heavy lilt in his voice that made you assume you wholly and completely fucked up. For all of 2 seconds you mourn your own dignity. That was made even worse when Eunseok pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and up from under your skirt as he patted the material over your legs.

"We're leaving." He said to the rest of the group, "She has a work thing,"

He pulls you up by your forearm, leading you to pass his members and their unsatisfactory rumblings.

Before you even mame it outside, he pulls you towards him, letting his warm breathe ghost over your ear as he hissed, "I need you to call me that shit again," he breathes out. "This time, with my dick inside you."

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

His brows are glimmering with evidence of pregnant beads of sweat, but still, his mouth is unrelenting. Sungchan eats you out with absolute zeal every single time without fail. Some nights, your sex would consist purely of Sungchan pulling your legs over the side of his bed, while his tall frame descended on your weeping cunt as if it were his second dinner. He was brash and incredibly passionate, as he locked his giant arms around your arms when he caught sight of you trying to escape.

For the most part, however, Sungchan's eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as he French kisses your pussy like he his life depended on it.

"Fuck, Channie-"

A sharp pinch on your thigh releases a very curt, very loud yelp from your throat, and you glare down at him. Sungchan's eyes are deadly as he pulls his head back ever so slightly. His lower face is glistening with your juices, but he refuses to wipe anything away.

"Am I not eating you out good enough?" He asks, head tilting as if he were genuinely perplexed. "Why would you call me Sungchan," he sneers at the very thought.

"Ew." He adds, before lowering his face back down to your center.

"The sooner you take what I'm giving you, the sooner we'll both get to cum," he did not clarify further as he reattached his eager lips to your cunt. Sungchan was not lying about the fact that he too was quickly approaching orgasm. He's pushing his cock into the side of bed, where he kneeled. Ab muscles tightening as he splays sloppy kisses on your cunt. His tongue, delving past your folds, as far into your hole as it could go.

"J-Just like that, Daddy," Your fingers curl into Sungchan's hair and he perks up like an overstimulated puppy. His eyes crinkle at the sides as he moans straight into your pussy.

Sungchan's hips thrust against the bed, almost at the exact same pace his tongue was fucking up into you. All you saw were stars, and your vision blurred as you pulled his face even closer against your pussy.

Although he enjoyed everything you gave him, Sungchan would admit in a heartbeat that this was his favorite part. This is why he loved eating you out. He loved the depravity of it. He loved watching you loose every shred of sinisibility, belonging to him and him alone.

"That's it, baby," he'd whisper, "Doing so fucking good for Daddy..."

─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

Your heart is swollen in its cage when you realize he's most definitely tired. Instead of resting his undoubtedly tired muscles, letting sleep take him away into the night garden, he is up, talking to you.

"-That was probably my favourite part. Although I do think I could've probably done better in the second verse..."

Tedium is thick in Wonbin's voice. Almost as thick as the gruff tenor that flows from his mouth, through the receiver held to your ear.

"Didn't I say you're not allowed to do that," You scold lightly.

He sighs heavily through the phone, and you can almost imagine his dark eyes rolling, "I shouldn't focus on anything out of my control, I know that."

You nod. "What's done is done, and I think you killed it thank you very much,"

You may never really know of the cataclysmic effect your praise has on your boyfriend. Even when you were a billion kilometers apart, being connected by a single phone call, Wonbin still feels his body heat up as if you were right there, in bed beside him. He can practically feel the bed dip in the phantom presence of your curves shifting up against him. If he closed his eyes and listened to your praise bleed from the receiver, he could imagine you were right underneath him, taking everything he had to give.

"Binnie?" You suddenly ask, and Wonbin snaps his eyes open, gazing up at the ceiling. Although he is alarmed to find that his hand had drifted underneath the waistband of his Nike sweatpants, Wonbin's voice is stable. Giving nothing away as he breathes out,

"I'm here. I'm just..." His words do not trail off indefinitely because Wonbin does not gave the capacity to sound unsure about anything. In fact, he sounds very much in control.

"I need you to tell me where you are right now..." that causes you to sit up straighter against the headboard, a rush of excitement spanning through the undercurrent of blood in your veins.

"I'm at home," you whisper back, not quite sure why you were whispering but feeling the need to nonetheless.

"Hmmm," the sound reached your ears with the satisfaction of a very big purring cat, "Can you touch yourself for me?"

You obey without a second thought. Wonbin had never been easy to overstep. His overall aura practically coaxed you into obeying his every word and so it is of no surprise to you, that your hands are already firmly down your shorts, legs parted as you grinded against your palm.

Your labored breathing is enough to push Wonbin even further down his spiral of lust and he groans as he says, "Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby," how you adored hearing his pet names, especially when your mind was utterly buzzing with desire. "Imagine I'm there with you right now-"

"Oh, fuck," easing your fingers inside of yourself had been far too was given just how slippery your pussy was. Wondbin begins to stroke his cock faster as the lewd sounds of you fucking yourself with your own fingers, travel through the receiver.

You're a moaning and whimpering mess while Wonbin's only noise of enjoyment is his heavy, labored breathing. His mouth is open and his eyes closed shut.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," He says, kneedeep into his own fantasy, "Taking me so fucking well." He strokes himself faster. "Are you close, baby?"

"F-fuck yes, Daddy." The first real and raw sound of lust slips passed Wonbin's mouth.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers with his mind still reeling. "Say it again... Tell daddy just how close you are to making a mess on your fingers..." He urged, now on the doorstep of his orgasm, "Fucking say it again, baby... Please?"

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