𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝒀 / 𝑺𝑰𝑴 𝑱𝑨𝑬𝒀𝑼𝑵
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬
Everyone kind of saw your boyfriend, Jake, as the babygirl in the relationship; the one to be spoiled, taken care of, and loved on constantly. And to be fair, they weren’t exactly wrong. He was your baby. The one you’d drop everything for, the one you’d die for. You’d do anything to make him happy, and he knew it, taking full advantage with those wide, pleading eyes and that cheeky grin that could get him anything he wanted.
But what people didn’t see was the way the roles would sometimes reverse.
୨ৎ. INVISIBLE STRING p.sh
ᨳ ׄ ׅ ꒰ 45k ꒱⠀ ູㅤ ིྀ ⸺ word count.
𝓹airings 𝜗𝜚 soulmate ! sunghoon ៹ fem ! reader ᧁ ; smut ˒ supernatural? ˒ red string theory ˒ office romance
𝔀arnings ꒱ . smut angst graphic depictions of injuries grandparent/parental death death in general
𝓲n which ⑅ ㅤׄ ⠀ 𓈒 alexa play ❝ invisible string ❞ by taylor swift ིྀ ⸺ They say when someone you love dies it takes a piece of who you were and a piece of who you were going to be. You met the love of your life the day you died; and it took something from you. It changed who you were and you don’t know if you’d ever want it back. Sunghoon was tied to you, two tangled souls connected by one invisible red string but you didn’t know it, until it was too late.
★ ! 𝓻ain's mic is on ── iykyk about this fic fr...I've been working on this bad boy since like the beginning of December...which If you know me is a while. I've stopped writing it for a while but randomly I just knew I needed too pick it back up and finish it. I'm sorry in advance for the use of y/n (i started this before i stopped using it, sorry guys). I love this story line so much and the amount of pure thought I put into is...it's a lot. I hope you all enjoy it and love it just as much as I do. thank you.
They say when someone you love dies it takes a piece of who you were and a piece of who you were going to be. Lying on her deathbed your grandmother hands you a small red bracelet, one so flimsy you felt as if it could snap between your fingertips. Dainty like a small red string. And with the last few breaths that she had left in her she told you something you would never forget. “This bracelet is a representation of what I'm about to take from you.” She took a deep agonizing breath before continuing. “When I die, I will take some of your joy, some of your light. I Don't want to but I will. This red string here represents what is to come, who is to come and when it becomes important to you, because it will. Think of me and what I've always told you about your very own red string of fate.”
The words left her mouth in a sigh. Her eyes closed peacefully as your heart shattered. Taking the string you wrapped it around your wrist vowing to never let it go.
i shed tears this is beautiful
s.jy
synopsis | after a big argument with jake, your clingy and overly sensitive boyfriend, aka golden retriever, finds it impossible to handle the distance. and let’s face it, who can resist a teary-eyed, overly affectionate guy who’s one step away from curling up in your lap?
pairing | clingyboyfriend! jake x fem! reader
genre | fluff
jake was the kind of person who felt everything too much. it wasn’t a bad thing, he just had a heart so soft it bruised too easily. he was sensitive in a way that made him beautiful, like he carried every emotion so deeply it became a part of him. and when he loved, he loved hard. clingy, desperate, like he didn’t know how to exist without the people he cared about.
he was clingy too, always needing to be close, to touch, to hold. he followed you around the house like a lost puppy, watching you with those big, pleading eyes. he never liked distance, never liked silence between you.
i like crybabies 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏
ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content a/n : (testing new posts layout, it will probably change again idk) i always try to not write cliché gym rat changbin... but it has jokes potential so yeah lol. ✧ hyung line | maknae line (coming soon!)
“C’mere” Chan growls flipping you onto your stomach. You gasp, already dizzy “Holy shit-okay-aggressive!” “I said I’d make you feel it” he grunts, pressing into you, “so shut up and-” CRRREAK. SNAP. Silence. You’re on the floor. The mattress is sideways. A piece of the frame bounced. Chan’s still inside you “…Did the bed just die?” you whisper, stunned. He’s frozen. Still holding your hips. “I-I think I just alpha’d the IKEA out of it.” You collapse face first into the blanket, wheezing. Chan pulls out gently like he’s scared touching you will trigger another collapse. “I’m so sorry,” he says, horrified. “Are you hurt??” You look up with tears in your eyes...from laughing “You fucked us into poverty” He starts pacing. Still naked “I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU SEE STARS” “You did! But the bed saw heaven!” --- Five minutes later, you’re both wrapped in the blanket on the floor, drinking water and staring at the broken frame like it’s a crime scene. Chan sighs. “That was expensive.” You snort. “tell me about it” He looks at you, grins. “You still wanna finish?” You raise a brow. “On what the rug?” He shrugs. “Bet it won’t break.”
You’re clinging to the headboard. He’s behind you, low growling, full feral mode, hips snapping. “Don’t even try to run” he pants. “You wanted this.” You gasp “Min- the bed’s creaking-” He grips your hips tighter. “So are you. Guess which one I care about more.” CRRREEAAAK. SNAP. THUD. You drop. Flat on the mattress, now tilted at a cursed 45 degrees. Minho flops on top of you like a sweaty, breathless. Silence. “…Did we just fall?” You’re wheezing into the sheet. “THE BED BROKE YOU PSYCHO.” He slowly lifts himself off you, glancing around checking the crime scene. Then calmly : “…It was probably loose before we started.” You sit up, wild-eyed. “I literally heard you say ‘I wanna break you tonight.’” “I meant emotionally. That bed just had bad build quality.” “...Minho, one of the legs is across the room.” He shrugs. “That’s not my fault. That’s gravity. And weak screws.” You glare at him, tangled in sheets and shame. He wipes sweat off his chest with a smug little annoying smirk. “You’re welcome by the way.” “For WHAT?!?” “For the experience. You’re glowing.” "Oh my god" --- Later, you lie together on the mattress, which is on the floor now, panting and sore. You mutter “we need a new bed.” He hums, already falling asleep “...and it better be able to handle me”
It starts innocent enough... LIES. Sweat is dripping, you’re moaning, he’s muttering things like “You’re so tight,” “I love this angle” and “This is why I do leg day" (??) The bed is screaming. You clutch the headboard “It’s creaking-” “I’M CREAKING TOO BABY STAY FOCUSED—” CREEAAACKK. SNAP. BOOM. The bed dies. You both collapse mid-thrust like the mattress got drop-kicked by karma. You gasp. “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” Changbin is hovering above you, wide-eyed, hair sticking up like he got electrocuted “…Did I break the bed?” You stare. “Are you asking me while you’re still inside me?!” He slowly pulls out, rolls to the side, and looks around at the hurricane damage. One bed leg is completely gone. A bolt rolled under the dresser. He exhales. “That’s kinda hot though.” You blink. “You BROKE our BED Binnie!” “I told you I was strong” You smack his arm. “This isn’t CrossFit! This was my peaceful coochie session!” He giggles. --- He grabs his phone. “Wait. Wait. I need a pic. I gotta show the guys.” “DON’T YOU DARE” He grins. “I’m putting ‘broke the bed during sex’ on my gym progress tracker.”
You’re on top, breathless, hair sticking to your forehead, hands planted on his chest. Hyunjin’s gripping your thighs, eyes rolling back as you ride him. “Fuck-yes...just like that, baby...” CREAAKK. SNAP. THE WHOLE RIGHT SIDE DROPS. You scream as the mattress collapses, pitching sideways. Hyunjin yelps, legs flailing as you both go crashing down mid-thrust. A full thud echoes across the room. Silence. Then his voice : “…WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” You’re tangled in blankets, still half on top of him. “DID YOU JUST ASK ME LIKE I PLANNED THAT?!” He stares at you with wide, scandalized eyes. “YOU WERE ON TOP THIS IS YOUR FAULT.” You sit up, offended. “I was riding you into heaven and the bed flopped.” He throws a hand up dramatically. “EXACTLY I WAS LITERALLY JUST LYING THERE BEING SEXY AND SUPPORTIVE.” You glare “supportive?? You kept yelling FASTER like I was a fucking engine!” He rolls off the broken half of the bed and flops onto the floor like a naked fish “The bed wasn’t ready for that kind of passion. I wasn’t ready. My ass hit the wood slats” You cover your face. “I think I bruised my knee.” --- 10 minutes later, Hyunjin is sprawled across the mattress on the floor “we need a new bed. And... knees.” You open one eye “You still came though.” He chucks a pillow at you.
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genre : funny | light smut (so spicy ?) pairing : bf!skz x reader summary: you were feeling needy. Touchy. Flirty. And he was sooo ready. And then YOU FELL ASLEEP mid motion like some kind of sleep deprived gremlin. ✧ hyung line | maknae line
The lights are low. His shirt is off. Yours is halfway there. You're straddling his lap and looking fine... in theory. Chan kisses down your neck, voice low and raspy. “You sure you’re up for this, baby?” You hum against his ear. “Mmhmm. I’ve been waiting all day.” He grins, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” you whisper, eyes fluttering. He leans in. “You look kinda tired-” “I’M FINE.” “Okay, okay,” he laughs. “No one said otherwise.” Two minutes later, you’re trying to tug his shirt over his head. Keyword: trying. Your hand just sort of… rests there. Stuck. Your eyes are barely open. “Baby?” he says gently. “…I want you so bad right now,” you slur. “You’re literally falling asleep on my nipple.” You blink slowly, still clutching the hem of his shirt. “I just… need like… a micro nap.” “A what now ?” “Like a… sexy nap.” He stares. “There’s no such thing.” “There could be.” You slump forward. He catches you with one hand and glares at your limp body like it betrayed him personally. “Babe. Hello?” Silence. “…Are you snoring?” He shifts slightly. Your grip on his shirt doesn’t move. Still holding on. Mid-thirst. Mid-sleep “Wow.” He gently lays you down and pulls the blanket over your half-naked body. Mumbles to himself, annoyed but fond. “I lit the nice candles for this. I took a multivitamin in anticipation.” You snore softly in response. “…You’re lucky I love you.” He kisses your forehead and lies beside you, dramatically adjusting the blanket. Because even when you rob him of ass, you’re still his baby.
You slide onto his lap with a smirk, arms around his neck. He raises an eyebrow. “Took you long enough.” “I was hyping you up in my head,” you mumble, trailing kisses along his jaw. “Oh yeah?” His voice drops, hands already gripping your waist. “And what’d your brain come up with, huh?” You kiss behind his ear. “Lots of things.” He groans. “Tell me ?” “Lemme show you,” you whisper, reaching for the hem of his shirt. It’s going great. In theory. Because once your hand slips under his shirt, it just… stops moving. Dead still. “Uh… kitten?” “Mm?” “You’re holding my ribs like a sleepy raccoon.” “I’m not… tired…” you mumble, head now resting on his shoulder. He looks down at your hand, frozen on his torso. “…You are literally drooling.” He leans back, blinking. “You’re joking.” You blink up at him. “No… no I’m good. Let’s do this.” “Do what, exactly? A nap??” “I’m ready,” you slur, still gripping his shirt. “You look like you got seduced by gravity.” Two minutes later, you are fully asleep. Still straddling him. Still holding his shirt. He stares at the ceiling, dead inside “I shaved for this.” In the dark, he mutters to himself “This is why I have trust issues.” He adjusts your body gently, lying you down while maintaining the last ounce of dignity. “This betrayal will not be forgotten.” You murmur something in your sleep. “…Mince the garlic…” He blinks. “Are you dreaming about cooking?” You snore, adorable and useless. He turns off the light. “Next time I’m charging a cancellation fee.”
He closes the bedroom door behind him, licking his lips like a man with a mission. You’re already sitting on the bed, lips glossy, eyes half-lidded, smirking like the problem you are. “You’ve been testing me all day,” he mutters, pulling his shirt off. “I don’t know what you mean,” you say, dragging a finger across his chest. “I was just admiring the pump.” “Baby,” he groans, crawling over you. “You literally whispered ‘bet those arms would hold me down real nice’ while I was doing bench press.” “You did three extra reps after that,” you smirk. “Yeah, and now I want my reward.” It starts strong. He’s over you, one hand on your thigh, the other on your waist, kissing you like you’re air. You’re gripping his sweatpants, breath hitching. Then... Silence. No heavy breathing. No teasing hands. Just… stillness. “…Babe?” You don’t respond. He leans back and looks down. Your hand is still on his waistband. Your face is in his neck. And you’re breathing slow. Peaceful. Blissed out. “…No. No no no.” He gently pokes your arm. “Baby?” Nothing. “You better be joking.” He taps your cheek. “You were just moaning in my ear three seconds ago.” A soft snore answers him. He stares at the ceiling like the universe personally hates him. “I lotioned. I hydrated.” You shift slightly, still asleep, hand twitching like you’re dreaming about undoing his pants. He gasps. “Are you still holding on in your sleep?” You nuzzle into his neck and whisper, “Mm… strong thighs…” He actually chokes. “YOU DON’T DESERVE ME.” He lays you down carefully, pulling the blanket over your body like a man in mourning. “I could’ve been in heaven right now.” You mumble something again. “...love you…” He glares at you. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”
Your lips are on his neck. His shirt is on the floor. Your hand? Boldly venturing south. Hyunjin lets out a shuddered breath. “Shit, baby, you’re driving me crazy” You smile against his skin. “I got you.” He moans, eyes fluttering shut, hips lifting to meet your touch. You palm him once...just once. And then? Nothing “…Babe?” Silence. He glances down. Your hand is still gently cupping him -lovingly!-but unmoving. Your eyes? Closed. Breathing? Suspiciously soft. “…You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He stares at you. “Hello? You can’t just park and sleep. That’s illegal.” No response. He gently nudges your shoulder. “You knocked out mid-stroke. MID-STROKE, Y/N.” You snore softly. Hyunjin dramatically slams his head back onto the pillow. Five minutes later, he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, tragically pantsless, cradling your favorite stuffed bunny like it holds answers. “You saw that, right? You saw what she did to me.” The bunny stares, judging him in silence. “Look at me,” he mutters to it. “Do I look like a man who deserves this?” The bunny, of course, says nothing. He nods solemnly “Exactly.” He throws the blanket over you with unnecessary flair. “Don’t even try waking me up tomorrow with morning cuddles. I’m sleeping in spitefully.”
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genre : funny | light smut (so spicy ?) pairing : bf!skz x reader summary: you were feeling needy. Touchy. Flirty. And he was sooo ready. And then YOU FELL ASLEEP mid motion like some kind of sleep deprived gremlin. hyung line | ✧ maknae line
It starts beautifully. You’re under the covers, bodies tangled, lips on his neck, hand slowly sliding south. “Holy shit,” he breathes, “I love you.” You giggle. “You better.” He moans the second your hand wraps around him. “You’re so good to me,” he whispers, gripping the sheets. And then? Stillness. No more movement “…Jagiya?” Silence. “Babe?” You’re slumped over his chest. Mouth open. Eyes closed. Hand still gently cupping him. Then he hears it. A tiny, innocent snore. He freezes. "BRO" He lies there in betrayal silence for a full 30 seconds before slowly, gently removing your hand like it’s made of explosives. He glances at you. You’re hugging his pillow now. Dead asleep. Happy “…Unbelievable.” He walks over to the dresser, opens the drawer, and pulls out your favorite hoodie. Puts it on, frustrated. Then he sits on the floor and stares at the wall “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” He wipes a single (dramatic ???) tear. You shift in bed, still asleep, and mumble, “Mmm… Ji…” He freezes. “…You think you can just say my name in your dreams like that and it fixes everything? No.” You make the tiniest little sound he ever heard. Pause. “....Okay maybe.”
You crawl into his lap, straddling him with that dangerous little smile he knows too well. “Missed you today,” you whisper against his neck. He shivers. “Missed you too, angel.” Your fingers tug at the waistband of his sweats, slipping lower, teasing, lingering. He lets out a shaky breath, already half-melting. “Yeah? You gonna show me how much?” He nods, pupils blown out. Then... you go completely still. "...Babe?" Nothing. "Angel?" A snore. A literal, actual snore. He blinks. “...No, uh uh…You’re not asleep. You can’t be asleep.” He peeks down. Yup. Full ragdoll mode, , hand still resting on his impossibly hard bulge.
“Oh my god.” He slowly lifts your hand off. Then lies back, staring at the ceiling with the kind of emotional damage normally reserved for war films. “I was so close.” He glances at you again, pout forming. "You whispered 'I’m gonna wreck you' like ten minutes ago. That’s slander. That’s false advertising.” You shift in your sleep and cuddle into his side. He lays back and lets out the most defeated sigh in the history of romance. He drags the blanket over both of you. “…She said ‘wreck me’ and then flatlined. That’s evil.” He sniffles dramatically. You shift again, still asleep, and mumble, “So pretty…” He squints at you, though his lips twitch. “…Don’t try to compliment your way out of this.”
You straddle his lap, hands sliding under his shirt, lips teasing his jaw. He raises an eyebrow. “Wow. You’re really committing to this.” You grin. “What, surprised I’m the one starting it?” “I just thought you’d fall asleep like you always do.” You scoff. “I’m not even tired.” “Sure.” He lets you tug his shirt off, smirking slightly. “You’re really about to get on top, huh?” “Shut up.” “I’m letting you lead. Don’t embarrass yourself.” “Seungmin, I’m literally grinding on you right now.” “I’m aware,” he says, deadpan. “I have eyes. And a… situation.” You snort and lean in to kiss his neck, hand sliding up to pinch his nipple and... “Babe?” Nothing. “…Are you serious?” He looks down. You’re out. OUT. Hand still on his nipple like you're trying to charge it. He blinks. “There’s no way.” You snore softly. He exhales. “This is incredible. I’m dating a sleep-deprived menace.” He adjusts slightly, still trapped under you. “Wow. You said ‘I’m not tired.’ Said it with your whole chest. Lied to my fucking face.” You breathe on his collarbone like an unbothered sleepy monster. “That’s so disrespectful.” He glances at the ceiling, sighs and gently, he lays you back and pulls the blanket over you like a passive-aggressive butt-hurt boyfriend. “Hope your dreams are spicy. Wouldn’t want to actually experience anything in real life.”
You’re both curled up on the couch after movie #2, legs tangled, the lights low. He looks over at you, barefaced, comfy hoodie, smelling like heaven...and thinks, It’s time. He clears his throat and brushes his fingers along your thigh. You hum softly. Oh my god it’s working. He leans in, nervous but trying to seem cool. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice low. “You look really…” You blink up at him. “Hmm?” “…Kissable,” he says, immediately regretting every life choice. You smile and climb onto his lap without a word. He chokes on his own breath. You start kissing his neck, slow and soft, fingers curling in his hoodie. He whines quietly. “Oh my god yes…” Then... Nothing. Stillness. Your lips stop moving. Your head drops onto his shoulder. He panics. “Babe?” You don’t move. “…Babe???” You’re asleep. YOU. ARE. ASLEEP. On his hard dick! He blinks. Hands still gripping your waist. You? Mouth slightly open. Out cold. Snoring. He stares at the ceiling in silence. “…Was I that boring?” You shift slightly and mumble something into his shoulder. He leans in. Did you say his name? No. You said “I’m cold.” He gently tugs the blanket over you. “…So you used me for warmth, then left me on read in real life.” He lays back, limbs stiff. “Cool, cool, cool. No, that’s fine.” Five minutes later he’s whispering at the ceiling like it’s a therapist. He stares at the TV. “I was gonna bite her neck. It was gonna be HOT” He practiced that. You shift again, cuddling into his chest. He pouts harder. “Don’t act cute. You emotionally damaged me.”
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#14 for niki for the 1k celebration event🤭🤭
3:45pm – nrk
tags: ni-ki x reader (established relationship), fluff, prompt #14: “your cheeks are really soft.” “stop squishing them!”
word count: 0.7k , not proofread, likes + comments + reblogs appreciated
Ni-ki couldn't think of anything worse.
At first, he thought today would be the best day ever. He had a day off that coincided with your free time, his members all were out for the day and so, today of all days, a once in a blue moon occurrence, you two had the house to yourselves.
And yet, here you were, sitting at the end of his couch, laptop on your lap, typing away on an assignment that's not due for another month.
Ni-ki found himself situated close to you, rubbing closely against your side, feeling your arms move as your fingers glide against your keyboard. He was able to subdue his itching need for your attention with a mindless game of fifa.
And then he played 2 games. And then 3. And then–
His hand reaches over like a cat, and he keyboard smashes across your document.
“What the flip, Riks” you gasp incredulously, your head whipping to face your boyfriend. Your eyebrows knit together in that cute way that Ni-ki just adores.
He thinks everything you do is cute, if he was being honest. The way you look furious when you focus on your silly assignments, the way your expression relaxes when you simultaneously swipe the tab to start reading a new boy's love you've come across, the way you absolutely rage when he decides to annoy the living hell out of you.
A mischievous grin slips onto his face, one that means nothing but trouble.
“Hey, no- what are you thinking… actually the fact that you are thinking right now is concerning enough”
“Can you go a day without bullying me”
You let out the most ear soothing laugh, the melody of giggles slips out and settles in his bones.
Instincetly, Ni-ki relaxes, dropping his head down to the side of the couch. You maneuver a bit, shifting to accommodate his resting head, making sure to throw a suspicious eyebrow his way.
“You’re boring me” Ni-ki states, knocking his knee into yours.
You roll your eyes, and let out a life-too-exhausting sigh which seems to make him feel all too satisfied– just not enough. Even when you shut your laptop, and half haphazardly place it on the coffee table, and lean your head back and into the couch, Ni-ki is still not satisfied.
“Pay attention to me” He whines, as you turn to lock eyes.
You roll your eyes again, maybe for the nth-teen time.
You take his hand into yours, and squeeze gently.
“Baby”
Niki smirks, squeezing back.
“No, i'm calling you a baby” you tease, which pulls an offended look right onto your lover’s face.
In retaliation, or maybe retribution, his mile long hand finds home amongst your face. The expanses cover your features entirely, and the gently squish of your cheeks only annoys you more.
One slap and you're off into another stratosphere.
You choose not to move, only following the gentle manhandling of your boyfriend as he grips your face and shakes it like a magic 8-ball.
He attempts to shake your sass out of you, but you seem to not mind. Only after a solid 5 seconds of annoying you, Ni-ki’s hand travels down to cup your between his thumb and forefingers.
And squeezes.
And squeezes again.
And now he's pulled his other hand from your hold to play with your cheeks like a little dough ball.
“your cheeks are really soft.” Ni-ki says, in a tone between bewilderment and adoration. As if he doesn't spend half his time with you glued to your side, finding new ways to crawl under your skin.
At this point, you can feel your cheeks becoming sore, and you're sure they're red now and not because you're flustered by the proximity of you too.
“stop squishing them!” you finally swat his hand away.
Again with the offended look on his face.
“My girlfriend hates me core” He fake sobs, and you push him down the couch with a hard shove.
“You idiot!”
“This would totally go viral if i made a tiktok”
“Stop hypothetically incriminating me!”
Before you can retaliate even further, Ni-ki pulls you down onto him, settling you on top of his chest for a change.
“Only if you let me squish your cheeks”
“After a nap I suppose”
It’s Ni-ki’s turn to roll his eyes, but he ultimately yields after he feels your breath even out and your heartbeat syncs with his.
꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 you steal niki's famously baggy clothes
0.5k── fmr x nsh niki, est. relationship, fluff
Niki is lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he hears the door to his room creak open. He barely looks up at first until he sees what you’re wearing.
His hoodie. His baggy jeans. His Chrome Hearts necklace resting against your collarbone.
His brows furrow as he takes you in, his phone lowering slightly. “Wait… is that—?” He pauses, eyes narrowing as he notices how ridiculously loose the jeans are on you. The waistband is folded over slightly, barely hanging onto your hips. And then, just above the denim—
He sees it.
The waistband of his boxers peeking out.
Niki chokes. “Are you serious?” He pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes wide as he points at your waist. “You stole my boxers too?”
You shrug nonchalantly, spinning slightly to show just how oversized everything is on you. “What? They’re comfy.”
( ➴ ) 𝒢𝖱𝖤𝖤𝖪 𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖤𝖣𝒴 ⚔ as the world caves in
### . STARRING ⌢ OT7 x f.r ⋆ headcanons + 1k / tw. death, falling in love / aphrodite 🛐🛐 + i'm kinda just yapping soz + most of these are SO tragic im romanticism maxxing sm + unedited ˖ ✧
𝓍𝗈𝗑𝗈 ─── heard their may cb might be greek mytho based 🙏🙏 so happy i'm done w/ this shut up this has been rotting in drafts for like a MONTH. + [FILE.ZIP]
이희승 — ❪ LEE HEESEUNG ❫
౨ৎ Leander & Hero; a tale that could prove to be the inspiration behind Romeo and Juliet, this sees a man falling at first sight for a priestess of none other than Aphrodite.
due to your oath to the goddess of love, however, you can’t help but refuse the sweet confession of his. despite knowing very well, that deep down, you fully reciprocate his feelings.
only for heeseung to relentlessly attempt to win your affections, telling you there is no better way to serve the goddess of love than by devoting yourself to a life full of it. at the end, when you do agree to meet him again, he swims across a literal ocean ── and is even temporarily halted by the god of the seas himself ── to finally put an end to both your yearnings and allow a rendezvous <3
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summary: the uncles gather to meet their first nephew, turning the hospital room into pure chaos
pairing: dad!lee know x mom!reader
genre: fluff, humor
word count: 1237 words
a/n: a little bonus part of Fading Love series— but it can be read as a standalone!
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A little backstory:
In this timeline (dad!skz linoxpudding-verse) —
Chan is already a father to his 3-year-old daughter, Juliana, the first SKZ baby. Han's wife is pregnant with twin girls, and Hyunjin recently found out his wife is expecting as well. (To maintain the storyline of this fic, minsung + hyunjin's kids are same age lol)
Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin remain the single (or casually dating) uncles, much to Chan’s amusement as he insists they need to "catch up."
The next morning, the hospital room was calm, the soft beeping of monitors filling the air as you lay in bed, propped up by pillows. Beside you, Minho sat with Mingi in his arms, cradling him carefully. His eyes were soft as he watched your son sleep, tiny fingers curled into a fist near his face.
Helloooo! Since you've mentioned taking rqs I want to request jungwon getting cuteness aggression from reader since he deffo squishes the life out of stuffed animals and things he finds cute 😂
Pairing: bf! Jungwon x fem! reader
Synopsis: Jungwon has a problem. Every little thing you do makes him lose it. One look at you, and Jungwon completely loses it. One sleepy mumble, and he’s smothering you in kisses. It’s not his fault you’re too cute… right?
Author's Note: Thank you for the request, Anonie! I’m sorry for the wait—I wanted to make this extra cute. I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading, everyone!
Caution: Slight mention of death (not serious). Extreme levels of cuteness ahead! Proceed with caution!
Permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy
You barely had time to react before Jungwon lunged at you.
“JUNGWON, WAIT—”
Thud!
Too late. He tackled you onto the couch, making you scream as you landed flat on your back. Before you could even process what was happening, Jungwon grabbed your face with both hands and aggressively shook your cheeks back and forth. “WHY—ARE—YOU—SO—CUTE—IT’S—MAKING—ME—MAD?!” each word punctuated by another shake.
Your vision blurred from the rapid movement. “Jungwon! stop! I’m gonna get whiplash—”
“I CAN’T!” he groaned and was still squishing your face. “IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR BEING ANNOYINGLY CUTE!”
You tried to swat his hands away, but he refused to let go. He just kept shaking you, “I WANNA—BITE—YOUR—CHEEKS!” he blurted out.
You let out another scream. This time, out of pure disbelief. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.
ENHA HARD HOURS 18+ MDNI, Angst, fluff, a second chance, the smut is crazy im ngl to u but the angst is worse, he actually goes insane like insane he loses it.
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The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed five times, its deep resonance echoing through the marble corridors of your estate. Without opening your eyes, you knew Jungwon was already awake. The mattress dipped slightly as he carefully extracted himself from beneath the Egyptian cotton covers, his movements deliberately gentle to avoid disturbing you. You kept your breathing steady, maintaining the pretense of sleep as you had so many mornings before.
Through barely-parted lids, you watched his silhouette move through the predawn darkness. Jungwon's routine never varied—not on weekends, holidays, or even the morning after your anniversary celebration when he'd had perhaps one glass of Château Margaux too many. Five a.m. meant feet on the floor, regardless of circumstance.
He disappeared into the expansive en-suite bathroom, closing the door with practiced quietness before the shower began to run. You rolled over to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, abandoning the charade of sleep. Outside, the manicured gardens remained dark and still, mirroring the atmosphere that permeated your mansion despite its immaculate decoration and luxurious furnishings.
One year of marriage. Three hundred and sixty-five mornings of this same choreographed dance.
By the time Jungwon emerged from the bathroom, you had straightened your side of the bed and donned your silk robe. He nodded in acknowledgment, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
"Good morning," he said, voice pleasant but neutral. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."
"No, I was already awake," you lied, the response automatic after months of repetition. "Will you be joining me for breakfast on the terrace today?"
summary: you’ve been in love with heeseung for as long as you can remember, but to him, you’ve always just been the best friend—reliable, familiar, safe. so when you hear him say he doesn’t see you that way, you decide it’s time to stop. stop caring, stop hoping. but ignoring someone you’ve loved for years is harder than it sounds… especially when he starts acting like he doesn’t want you to stop.
genre: fluff | best friends to lovers
characters: best friend!heeseungx f!reader
words: 7.6k
warnings: none i think!
a/n: and here is my first enha fic!!!! <3<3 and yes heeseung is my bias
You don’t even remember when it started.
Maybe it was the first time Heeseung flashed you that ridiculously charming smile on your very first day of kindergarten—doe eyes, dimpled cheeks, and a shy little wave like he was offering you his entire heart with just a look.
Or maybe it was that time in middle school when he forgot there was a major history exam and you stayed up until 2 a.m. making color-coded flashcards for him, highlighters smudged on your fingers and worry tugging at your chest. He showed up the next morning at your door, hair a mess, holding a bag of greasy Chinese takeout and two cans of your favorite peach soda.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" he said, in that effortless, playful way of his, ruffling your hair like you were some helpful little puppy.
You laughed, but your heart did a triple somersault.
Love. He said it like it was casual.
Not knowing it felt like a confession to you.
Truth is, it only got worse from there.
Your unrequited love? It grew legs and started running wild.
hii, congrats on the 200 followers ❤️ i really like how you write niki for your smau so i was wondering if i could get prompt 1 with him? maybe loser riki who's down bad for reader? 🤭
˚₊‧⁺⋆❤︎ annoying ft. riki nishimura
riki nishimura x fem!reader
wc. 1419 words
200 followers event: “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.”
tw. highschool!au, fluff and crack, inspired by my own high school (gotta love em american highschools 😭), the main situation is loosely inspired by smt that happened to me and my friend (yes we helped some guy in our school pierce his ears. pls dont do that). Saw this prompt on pinterest and I just HAD to add it to my event.
a/n. This is so long, I couldn't bring myself to stop yapping 😭 anyways I’d like to thank everyone that sent in their requests for the event & those who are supporting me!
If someone told you that helping someone would have resulted in being followed around by your school’s resident bad boy you would have laughed. Since freshman year, Riki Nishimura, had seemingly been doing everything to build himself the reputation of a delinquent. Getting into fights, skipping classes, never wearing his uniform correctly, and somehow always being late as if he didn't live 10 minutes away from school.
Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader
Word count: 3,206
Content warnings: Fluff
Summary: You’re a bit of a loner at work but when Felix joins your department his nerdy ways manage to draw you out of your shell and the two of you become friends. But what happens when the office mean girl finds out the new hot nerd has befriended you?
A/N: Divider was created by @bernardsbendystraws, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!
The office is lively as you walk in for your shift, you see some of the employees all standing around Dae’s desk talking about what they did this past weekend and you grimace slightly knowing that they’d want you to join in their conversation. Ever since starting at this office a year ago as a data analyst you had been pegged as the “loner” all because you were more of an introvert than the other employees here. You had at first thought it was an unfair assumption of you, you just took a little longer than others to warm up in conversation. You were always polite and greeted everyone in the morning when you arrived and said goodnight to them when you left, you just weren’t very chatty during work.
pairing: sunghoon x Jake's cousin/Gym crush!reader
word count: 1,4k (for the time it took to write this you would think i wrote at least a 100)
genre: smut, fluff, angst, neighbors-to-lovers, best friend's cousin, little bit of everything lowkey
Summary: Sunghoon has a little gym crush on the girl who always catches his eye—only to find out she’s Jake’s cousin. When summer heat and lingering gazes turn into something more, things get complicated…
Warnings: language, sexual tension, jealousy, heated arguments, smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, soft confession, slight angst, possessive!Sunghoon, jealous!Sunghoon, (dw hes sweet tho) confident!reader, sunbathing and ogling, frat party setting, Heeseung being a player, minor alcohol consumption, all characters are of age.
a/n : guys its my first time writing and i feel like this is kind of bad so if it is pls tell me so i can delete it lol, i dont think writing is my thing. anyways i rlly hope u guys enjoy it tho bc i worked hard on this,
love u all (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Sunghoon didn’t do crushes, or relationships for that matter.
Or at least, that’s what he told himself every damn day.
He was disciplined, focused on his studies ( you'd be surprised to see his friend group), and spent two hours in the gym every evening. He never skipped leg day and never let distractions ruin his arrangement—until she walked in.
Tight gym shorts. Fitted top. Confidence dripped in every step she took.
And the worst part? She didn’t even glance his way.
Sunghoon wasn’t the only one who noticed her either. The entire gym seemed to pause whenever she walked by, men sneaking glances, some too obvious for his liking. She was the kind of girl everyone wanted to look at, but no one dared to approach. Too untouchable. Too out of reach.
But that didn’t stop Sunghoon from looking.
It started with curiosity—the way she moved with ease like she belonged there. Like she actually knew what she was doing. He saw the way she pushed herself, the sweat dripping down her back, the way she bit her lip when she concentrated. And then it became an obsession.
He adjusted his own routine to match hers, subtly timing his sets to steal glimpses in between. Sometimes she caught him. Smirked. Kept going, unbothered.
Fucking hell.
So imagine his shock when he walks into Jake’s house with his parents on his side for the family dinner and finds her sitting at the table, smiling like she owned the place.
“Sunghoon, meet my little cousin, Y/N,” Jake announces proudly. “She just moved back from Cuba, so treat her well.”
Sunghoon nearly chokes on his drink.
Jake’s cousin?
The girl he’d been lowkey (highkey) ogling for weeks?
No fucking way.
She turns to him, lips curled into an amused smirk, and says, “You’re staring.”
Jake laughs, slapping Sunghoon’s back. “Dude, what’s up with you?”
Sunghoon clears his throat, forcing his eyes away. “Nothing. Just—uh. Nice to meet you.”
“Oh?” Her eyes glint with something unreadable. “You look familiar.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her smirk widens. “Maybe from the gym?”
Shit. Busted.
Jake’s mom beams. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Sunghoon practically lives at the gym. Maybe he can show you around.”
Y/N tilts her head. “I think I’m doing just fine on my own.”
Fuck, she was cocky. Sunghoon felt something tighten in his chest.
Dinner is a blur. Family chatter, laughter, and praise are thrown at the kids. Jake’s parents gushing about how he and Sunghoon grew up to be such handsome young men. Meanwhile, Sunghoon’s focus is elsewhere—on Y/N, her amused glances, the way she sips her wine with a smirk, completely aware of the effect she has on him.
She’s a natural at charming the family, effortlessly slipping into conversations, making even the older relatives laugh. He can’t help but admire the way she carries herself—so sure, so unbothered. So fucking beautiful.
And every now and then, their eyes meet across the table. Lingering. Silent.
Summer is hotter than usual.
Or maybe it’s just because Y/N lives right next door.
Sunghoon finds himself outside more often, mowing the lawn shirtless, lifting weights in the yard, knowing full well she’s sunbathing just a few feet away. Her tiny bikini leaves nothing to the imagination. He tries not to look, but he fails miserably.
What he doesn’t know is that she’s watching, too.
They exchange subtle glances, but never words. The tension simmers between them, neither acknowledging it nor acting on it. But it lingers—silent, electric, undeniable.
One evening, she catches him hunched over a car, shirtless. “You work too much,” she teases, leaning against the fence separating their yards.
Sunghoon wipes the sweat off his brow. “And you tan half-naked too much.”
She laughs. “Jealous?”
He smirks. “Just saying, you’ll burn one day.”
“Guess I’ll need someone to rub sunscreen on me.”
His jaw tightens. He doesn’t respond.
She tilts her head with a cheeky grin. “No volunteers?”
Fuck. She was dangerous.
Jake throws a frat party.
Sunghoon should’ve known it would be trouble.
The music is loud, the house is packed. He’s talking to Jay and Jungwon when he notices him. Heeseung. Leaning a little too close to Y/N, whispering something in her ear. She laughs.
Sunghoon sees red.
Storming over, he grabs her wrist, pulling her aside. “What the hell are you doing?”
Y/N yanks her arm free, narrowing her eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Heeseung? Seriously? You know what he’s like.”
She crosses her arms. “And why do you care?”
“Because I—” He stops. Runs a hand through his hair. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
“You’re not my boyfriend, Sunghoon.”
That stings more than it should. He clenches his jaw, staring at her. Then, in a split second, he’s kissing her. Hard. Desperate. Possessive.
She kisses him back just as fiercely. Hands roaming. Clothes shifting. He picks her up and sets her on the counter.
"fuck," he looks down at her figure on the counter, raking his eyes down her body. "you're perfect"
Y/N grabs his face and pulls him in roughly for a kiss. Sunghoon's hands travel down her body and rip her tight shirt off. Y/N lets out a small gasp, watching as he grabs at her chest, leaving marks all over her neck and torso. His kisses slowly move down her stomach to the waistband of her miniskirt. He looks up to ask her for permission, but Y/N's already grabbing at both her skirt and panties.
"Please, Sunghoon, I need you so badly," she said between little gasps. Sunghoon leaves soothing kisses on her inner thighs. "Shh baby, let me take care of you"
He finally faced her bare cunt, his breath hitting her core. "You smell so sweet," he said before placing a kiss on her pussy, causing Y/N to let out a moan.
"God, Park that feels so good." she moans, throwing her head back as his tongue focuses on flicking her clit. Her hands move down to Sunghoon's scalp, pulling on his hair, causing him to let out a little moan into her pussy.
"I can't get enough of your pussy, I could stay down here forever" He mumbles in her cunt while inserting two fingers in her hole.
The continuous kitten licks and the pumps in and out of her pussy drive Y/N over the edge. She feels the knot forming in her stomach tighten as she arches her back into Sunghoon's mouth, letting out a lewd moan and riding out her high.
"Sunghoon, I need you inside me, right now." Y/N orders as she pulls him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. " As you wish, my princess," He says unbuckling his belt.
When his cock finally springs free, Y/N finds herself admiring the length and girth, grabbing it and jerking slowly. Sunghoon groans but lets her set the pace. When she glances up at him, eyes full of mischief, he decides he's had enough and turns her over on her stomach.
"God you drive me crazy," He whispers in her ear, leaving small kisses below her ear. "Tell me how much you want my cock baby," he said while teasing her hole.
"So much, please Sunghoon, please fuck me now." she sobs out in desperation, pushing her hips back to get an ounce of friction. His grip tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts, his hips jerking forward roughly, both letting out wrecked moans in relief. His cock is sucked in her warm cunt as it kisses her cervix. She matches his rhythm and meets his hips, his cock going impossibly deep.
Sunghoons grip on her tightens like he's trying to ground himself through the pleasure, moaning her name like a mantra.
"Shit - fuck, I'm gonna-" Y/N's voice breaks as she nears that high again, body shuddering, moving her head to kiss Sunghoon. "c'mon baby, cum with me, let go." reaching a hand down to circle her clit, he keeps eye contact as they unravel together.
After, as they catch their breath, he presses his forehead against hers. “You’ve had my attention since the moment you stepped into that gym, I've been yours since then,” he murmurs. “Not just because of how beautiful you are. But because you’re kind. Fierce. Stubborn as hell.” He chuckles. “You drive me insane, Y/N.”
She smiles, fingers tracing his jaw. “So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying, will you be mine as I am yours?” he asks, gazing into her eyes with a hopeful look.
"of course, I will dumbass, I would've been yours from the start if only you had said the word." She smiles at him cheekily, fingers brushing through his hair.
"Now that I've got my answer" he lifts her up, smirking, “let’s bring this to the bedroom.”
She laughs, kissing him again. “Lead the way, Park.”
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