LOOSE ✶ down!bad enha ｡

𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜 ────── 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅.

he swears he is not crazy. he swears that there is nothing wrong with him— for him to be looking at you like that. but, he admits that he cannot control himself, especially when you are doing so simple and making his heart bounce in his chest.

this is the hottest you could have done, ever. your lips moving at the way you say his name, “heeseung, wait,” you say in a soft tone. halting him in his movements as he gets ready to get out of the house.

his mouth falls agape, he stays still, watching you seduce him by holding your hair tie in between your lips. your neck stretches when you lean your head back, and he has to fight every urge of his to not bite—teasing— your exposed skin.

his eyes widen ever so slightly whereupon your gaze meets his when you finally tie your hair into a ponytail. there is a small smile that draws itself on your lips— you know you’ve got him starstruck; “who are you looking at like that?”

your voice shakes him out of his trance, but he can’t help but find you gorgeous. he doesn’t even have the strength to flirt, too touched by your dizzying beauty, “i’m looking at you.”

PICTURE PERFECT | CHOI BEOMGYU

Twenty four years of accompanying each other.

Twenty four years of adding a candle one year after the other, and blowing them out together.

Twenty four years of growing up with someone you trust your whole life with.

Growing up, there'd always be an innocent leap of excitement in your chest knowing that you'd be seeing Beomgyu the next day, but ever since your mid-to-late teenage years that leap in your chest had gradually changed into something more than just excitement.

campus crush!sunghoon x f!reader

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You're late. Again.

The digital clock on your phone reads 3:10 PM as you sprint across campus, your backpack bouncing against your spine with each step. Statistics seminar started ten minutes ago, and Professor Clarke has definitely noticed your absence by now. Not that it's unusual—you've made it a habit to burst through those doors at exactly ten minutes past, a whirlwind of apologies and bright smiles.

"Sorry, sorry!" you announce as you push open the computer lab door, slightly out of breath.

Twenty pairs of eyes swivel toward you, but Professor Clarke doesn't even look up from his laptop at the front of the room.

"How kind of you to join us," he says dryly. "We were just assigning semester project partners."

You flash him your most charming smile as you slide into an empty seat. "Perfect timing then."

CHERRY TREES

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?"

Kiss Me, He’s Watching

fake bf!Heeseung x being stalked!reader - You kissed Heeseung to escape your stalker’s gaze—but the danger didn’t end there. One fake kiss, and suddenly everything is terrifyingly real.

Warnings: stalking, fear, explicit smut, possessive dynamics

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The fluorescent lights of the subway car flicker overhead, casting an unflattering glow across the half-empty train. It's later than you'd usually be out on a weeknight, but your coworker's birthday drinks ran longer than expected. You check your phone: 11:43 PM. Only three more stops until home.

That's when you feel it—the unmistakable sensation of being watched.

You glance up from your phone, trying to appear casual as your eyes scan the car. And there he is. Third seat from the door. A man in his thirties, wearing a dark jacket despite the warm spring evening, staring directly at you. When your eyes meet, he doesn't look away. Instead, his lips curl into what might be considered a smile, if it weren't so utterly devoid of warmth.

You quickly look back down at your phone, heart rate accelerating. It's nothing, you tell yourself. Just another weird encounter in the city.

bf! Enhypen x f! reader - MAKING OUT IN THE CAR.

fluff, angst, crack, suggestive.

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𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

You don’t even remember how it started. One second you were teasing him about his playlist, and the next—he was leaning across the console, hand sliding behind your neck, lips brushing yours with that soft, dangerous smile.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he murmured, voice low. “Keep talking.”

You do. Until he kisses you mid-sentence.

The kiss is slow at first. Hot and deep. Like he’s trying to unspool you. His lips are so soft it’s criminal, his tongue flicking teasingly until you gasp—and then he really kisses you. Full pressure. Full tilt. His thumb strokes under your jaw while the other hand grips your waist, dragging you across the console like you weigh nothing.

You end up in his lap, straddling him, knees wedged awkwardly between the steering wheel and the seat—but he doesn’t care. He pulls you in like he’s waited all week for this.

“Fuck,” he groans, licking into your mouth, breathing heavier now. “Why do you always taste so good?”

overstimulated!jay x f!reader - breaking his cocky ego. pure smut, he cries.

“You’re shaking,” you murmur, lips grazing the soaked head of his cock. “You okay, baby?”

He laughs—barely. A sharp breath that twitches out of him, mouth parted like he’s about to lie and say yes, even while his thighs are trembling beneath you.

Jay’s a cocky bastard. Always has been. Started this whole thing with a smug grin and a “You can try, babe, but I don’t break that easy.”

You didn’t say anything back.

Just pushed him flat on the bed, slid between his legs, and started sucking like your only goal was to destroy him.

Now he’s a fucking mess.

His skin’s flushed to his ears, jaw clenched so hard it’s shaking, fists tangled in the sheets above his head—not to hold on, but because if he touches you now, he’ll explode. Again.

You haven’t stopped. Not once.

Not after he came the first time, groaning through grit teeth.

Not after the second, his voice catching, fingers spasming against the mattress.

Not even after the third—when he sobbed into his own arm and whispered “Please.”

You’re still going.

Still licking around the base, dragging your tongue up his length while he twitches helplessly.

Still wrapping your lips around his tip, swollen and angry and red, tasting like ruin and salt and him.

“Can’t,” he gasps. “Fuck—I c-can’t—baby—”

You glance up. His eyes are glassy, bottom lashes wet, lips trembling like he’s about to cry harder just from your gaze alone.

God, he’s beautiful like this.

All that quiet dominance, that usual calm, shattered underneath you.

Sweat at his temples, tears on his cheeks, chest rising so fast he can’t even speak straight.

“You said you don’t break easy,” you whisper against his cock, lips brushing that oversensitive slit. “Were you lying?”

His hips jerk like he’s trying to crawl away, but his thighs won’t cooperate.

They just tremble.

A sob punches out of him—raw, real, humiliated—and his hands fly to his face, trying to cover it.

You pull back slowly, licking your lips. His cock twitches in the air, leaking again.

“Jay.”

He shakes his head behind his hands.

“Jay, baby.”

He peeks through his fingers, voice wrecked. “I’m—‘m gonna come again, I can’t—I’m—”

You just smile.

“Good.”

Because the second you wrap your mouth around him again, he breaks.

Fucking screams, like it’s being ripped out of him.

His hips buck hard, his thighs snap tight around your head, and you moan as he shoots down your throat—again, again, again.

You don’t pull back. Not even when his moans turn into high, broken sobs.

You just hum around him, slow and wet, drinking every drop while he falls apart under you—body jerking, mouth open in a soundless cry.

He’s crying now. For real.

Choked little gasps, face red and wet, begging like he doesn’t care about anything except escape.

But he doesn’t move. He can’t.

Just lies there, twitching, trembling, letting you suck him through the aftershocks.

When you finally pull off, he whimpers like it hurts.

You crawl up his body, hands gentle now, brushing tears from his face. He’s gasping. Chest still shaking. Eyes dazed.

“Still think you’re tough?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth.

And all he can do is nod—pathetically—and whimper out, “Y-Yeah. Just… gimme a minute…”

Only For You | psh

his pov her pov

I never expected to fall for you.

It started small, barely noticeable—stolen glances in the hallway, catching sight of you laughing with your friends, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused in class. At first, I convinced myself it was nothing. Just curiosity. Just boredom.

But then, I found myself looking for you in the crowd every morning.

Only For You | psh

her pov his pov

I don’t know exactly when I started noticing him.

Maybe it was when I caught him looking at me in class—just a quick glance before he turned away, acting as if nothing happened. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to be around, even when I wasn’t expecting him. Or maybe it was the way my heart started beating a little faster every time I saw his name pop up on my phone.

Oddly Attractive | psh

pairing: collegestudent!sunghoon x reader

wc: 4k

It was just another ordinary day in the university café, where students gathered to kill time between classes. You sat at your usual spot near the window, sipping on your iced coffee, when your gaze naturally drifted toward him.

Park Sunghoon.

Dressed in his signature black hoodie, sleeves slightly pushed up to reveal his forearms, he leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets, casually chewing gum. The way his jaw moved, sharp angles catching the light, made him look effortlessly cool. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his expression was unreadable—calm, detached, but somehow mesmerizing.

u talk, i listen

summary: you’re loud, dramatic, and one emotional spiral away from a breakdown. he’s quiet, calm, and allergic to unnecessary words. at first, you drive him insane but maybe that’s part of your charm. you make the chaos, and he makes sure you don’t burn the whole world down with it.

genre: fluff | hyper gf x calm bf

characters: sunghoon x f!reader

words: 13k

warnings: none i think!

The first time you met Park Sunghoon, you’re pretty sure he hates you.

To be fair, it was your first day, and Ni-ki—who you knew for exactly ten minutes—told you pressing the green button on the espresso machine would help "wake it up."

It did not.

Instead, it made the machine scream, shoot steamed into your face, and sent you stumbling backward with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a dying goose. A tray of croissants nearly went down with you.

“OH MY GOD—Ni-ki!” a voice shrieked from somewhere near the pastry display.

You coughed, flailed, and possibly cried, when someone silently reached past you and switched the machine off with a flick of his wrist. No words. Just calm, collected competence. The kind that makes you feel even more like a human disaster.

You looked up—and saw him. Park Sunghoon.

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

𝓢 OMM𝒂R𝒾O : cute and silly everyday texts between you and your boyfriend jay

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PAIRING ▸ Nishimura Riki x fem!reader

SUMMARY ▸"Am I dating Y/N L/N? No thanks, I'd rather choke." Or in which you're clearly using some sort of spell to entice Riki, because why on earth would he suddenly start feeling this way about you?

GENRE ▸one-sided enemies to lovers, highschool au, she fell first but he fell harder, angst (lots of it), slow-ish burn.

WARNINGS ▸ swearing, featuring Eunchae from LeSserafim as your best friend and some additional cameos by other idols, some of dickish behaviour from Riki at the start :(, kissing, mentions of curses, occults knowledge, spells and witchcraft.

WC ▸ 7.1K

A/N ▸ Thank you for the immense support for this on the teaser!! I hope this lives up to your expectations, and I hope you guys enjoy the rest of my work as well :)

PLAYLIST ▸ Voodoo Doll by 5 Seconds of Summer, Kiss Me Kiss Me by 5 Seconds of Summer, Brought the Heat Back by Enhypen, Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction

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The air is a sweet smelling summer type, the day you first meet Nishimura Riki. He's a scrawny little thing of twig arms and downcast, shy eyes. Having moved to Korea from Japan only barely a month back, the number of words he can say in this newfound land in the foreign language can be counted on one hand. And this poses a problem to him right now, considering how his older sister had already gone off on her own despite their mother's strict orders to stay together at all times. You spot the boy, a sprightly little thing yourself, and the first thing you notice is his eyes. The most gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes. They looked like the black beetles you saw in the spring - lazing on the dark brown tree trunks, absolutely fascinating and captivating.

Nishimura Riki is six years old and scared. He's at a playground with kids his age, but he feels like an alien in his own skin. They're all either playing in groups or duos - but no dice for singles. It's times like this that makes him want to clutch on to the fabric of his mother's dress and be whisked away to safety. A place where he doesn't feel so out of place. His soft, trembling body stills in a bit of surprise as a gentle tap knocks on his shoulder, ever so slightly. Turning around fearful of being picked on, he only comes face to face with a girl. You're looking straight at him with owlish, unblinking eyes that make Riki shiver in your gaze - feeling smaller and smaller than before. He doesn't like how you're looking at him, not in the slightest. "Hi there! I'm Y/N L/N. Are you new here?" You're quite articulate for a kid, he thinks, as if he's not one himself. He's barely managed to string together the meaning of what you said through his broken understanding of the language, but it's the general environment about you that makes him hesitate. His lack of a response doesn't deter you apparently, as suddenly you're latching on to his wrist, trying to pull him to the sand pit, babbling on and on about being his new friend and offering to show him around town. He doesn't know how to get out of your vice-like grip, but he doesn't mind your company either. But it's just all too much. There's too many things going on around him, and you're too loud.

Suddenly, he's wrenching his hand out of yours, a scowl on his youthful features. It's a frown directed right at you like a bullet, but it leaves you unscathed. You still look at him with a complete look of innocence, completely boring into his own eyes. There's something about the way you look at him, and he hates it. He notices the way you hold no precise expression on your face, only a peaceful and serene look coupled with the way one would gaze when they felt curious and fascinated. He decides at that moment, with all the iron resolve of a six year old boy, that he hated this girl. He hated you and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

But this was in no way similar to the way you were feeling currently. With the way that inky void in his eyes were pulling you in like a siren song, you decided that you loved Nishimura Riki. 

୨ৎ — duck (nrk)

ever since your friend showed you her sonny angel hipper on the back of her phone you knew you needed one.

it had been about a month ago when you had set your eyes and manifestations toward getting the duck baby for your phone.

specifically, because the duck reminded you of your boyfriend, riki.

NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

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