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𝓖𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨 ｡⠀( 22O9 ) ㅤ&ㅤbf ! enha x fem ! reader, fluffㅤ 𖥔 jealousy, skinship

reblogs are kisses on the forehead !  ⁠◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠ 

you can feel your boyfriend’s heavy gaze on the guy in front of you. honestly, heeseung does not get it— everyone on the campus is aware of your relationship, yet this guy had the audacity to walk up to you and flirt.

“you look extra pretty today,” and heeseung almost scoffs. you look pretty every day. he does not know whether to be mad or laugh at his poor flirting skills. “i was wondering if we could—”

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.”

﹙𝑓﹚ BABY, HOLD ON TIGHT ⟡ HOT THINGS THEY DO

𖹭 𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒

heeseung leans against the doorframe, eyes dragging over you slowly like he's trying to memorize every inch. “you tryna kill me or somethin’, baby?” he murmurs, biting his lip as he blatantly checks you out, no shame, no rush. “damn,” he breathes, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “how’d i get so lucky?” he pushes off the wall and saunters over, fingers hooking around your waist, pulling you close so your chest brushes his. “you look unreal tonight,” he whispers, voice low and thick, breath warm against your cheek. his hand slides up your back, and he dips his head, leaving a kiss on your cheek. he grins, all lovesick. and yeah, the date hasn’t even started yet.

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY — (nrk x reader)

you tried so hard to look pretty.

you went to the beauty salon every month, you didn’t necessarily follow the trends, but still you tried to dress fashionably, you learned how to do your makeup.

i read every ni-ki fic, i gotta make scenarios in my own head now..... 😞💔

✉️ GIVE IT TAKE IT ◞ ◟ them as meet cutes.

(ᴗ_ ᴗ。)⠀ enhyepn ୨୧ fem!rea 14OO fluff established relationship ── pet-names kissing skinship recueil ｡

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you love going to basketball matches.

your heartrise is ridiculously high, when the pastime comes. you watch, with heart palpitations due to the game, the kiss cam go around the crowd. the palpitations get worse when the prettiest guy you have lied your eyes on is shown but it takes you a while to realize that he is sitting right next to you.

it takes you a while to understand that he is sitting right next to you. the sight of your friends hand tapping your shoulder makes you notice that you are the one who is supposed to kiss him.

he is even prettier whereupon you turn your head to his direction. so much, that your mouth fall agape at the sight of his pretty smile. “is it okay?” his voice is tender as he asks.

the crowd’s cheers get louder when you nod. he leans in, cup your face in the softest manner, and gives you a lingering peck that leaves your eyes fluttering open.

“my name is heeseung, by the way,” he tells you with his hands still on your cheeks and the taste if your lipstick still on his lips.

JOYRIDE, biker!enha

𝖦𝖭𝒪𝖬𝖨𝖢──── night rides with your boyfriend

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“you sure you don’t want a ride?” heeseung’s teasing voice cuts through the night, cocking an eyebrow at you from where he’s on the bike. he revs the engine once more, just to make a point.

you balance your choices. stay out here for your pride or get driven around by guy in front of you— hair all tousled from the soft breeze, helmet propped under his arm.

you sigh, defeated, letting your feet carry you off the curb and closer to him. “if i die tonight” you can smell the dizzying scent of his cologne, “it will all be your fault.”

heeseung chuckles warm, he hums, feeling your grip from behind him tighten, “whatever you say, princess.”

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