Au Where Sunghoon Thinks He's Cupid (cupid Is So Fucking Dumb 😡😡😡)

⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh — TEASER !

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'babygirl shaped,' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

GENRE · fluff, humour, mutual pinning, mini smau

WARNINGS · usual kys / kms jokes

NOTE · hey lol i was bored so im dropping this teaser ??? 😭😭 pls this wont be out until after my exams, i just wanted to post this helpp idk send ask / comment to be on the taglist...the mlist will be out next month . ok bye once again

MASTERLIST ( tbr )

Sofya Valiullina, Ruslan Stenyushkin, and students of the Vaganova Ballet Academy in Raymonda.

If you don’t think Tchaikovsky’s piano concerto 1 in b-flat minor isn’t one of the greatest pieces of music ever composed, then I’m going to assume you’ve never heard it.

WAIT I JUST GOT A HARD THOUGHT

Sunghoon as the brother's best friend trope wherein you're getting railed by him at your place but your brother gets home so now y'all gotta be quiet to not get caught but he's not making things easy for yoy

Idk it's the best I can come up with rn thank you headache 😒

hoon being your brother's childhood friend who you just never seemed to get along with and then one day he's over at the house waiting for your brother to come home and the two of you are just back and forth bickering at each other.

next thing you know is you're bent over the bathroom sink with his hand around your neck and sunghoon telling you how good you look taking him. sunghoon telling you how much better it is when you use your voice to make those pretty moans for him instead of arguing with him and acting like a brat.

falling apart on his cock when suddenly the two of you hear your brother announce that he's home. sunghoon looking at you through the mirror and giving you a big smirk before telling you how you better finish quickly if you don't want your brother to know about your dirty little secret.

they should’ve been in the barbie movie

i'm such a "goes home" girl. every time i go somewhere, i just can't wait to "go home" afterward!

baby came home — n.rk

PROMPT: ‘that gaze–tired, soft, their thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an “i love you"’ from list i.

wc: 0.4k genre: fluff/ comfort pairing: bf!riki x gn!reader warnings: none!

🧇: @tyunni​ for u my love. i love u and riki muah i hope u like it.

nishimura riki was a perfectionist. 

weeks into your relationship, you realized how hard the boy was on himself. it worried you, really. you were beyond proud of him for how he is, and you hoped he saw what you saw in him.

so when he came home one day, not his usual happy but tired demeanor, you knew it was one of those days where he just needed words of love, and tight hugs.

“hi riki.” you whisper to him as he walks through the door. he looks tired, he looks disappointed. and you hate that he doesnt believe in himself.

he smiles softly at you, happy that at least youre the one thing right in his life. he throws his arms around you, placing his head in the crook of your neck. you bring your hand up to stroke his hair to comfort him.

you pull away to look at him. you can tell he’s trying to put on a smile for you. 

“i made you something to eat. do you wanna eat now? or do you wanna talk for a while? we can do however you like.” you smile at him, caressing his cheek as he replies, wanting to talk to you about his day. it always made him feel better to talk to you.

the two of you moved to the couch, you keep him close to you, his arms around your waist and his head on your chest.

“how was your day?” you ask him. you dont even need a proper answer to know. pressing a kiss to his forehead, you wait for his reply.

he hesitates.

“it was .. alright i guess. i dont think i did my best today.” you feel the quiver in his voice.

he looks up at you, youre smiling softly at him. You move your hands to cup his cheeks in your palm.

“well, i think you did amazing today. i know i wasnt there to see you, but i know you did well. i’m proud of you riki.”

he lets out one, two, three tears at your words. you hold back your tears, wanting to be strong for him too. you press another kiss to his forehead. “im so very proud of you riki. I love you.”

he looks up at you, his gaze ; tired, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching. you close the distance between the two of you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. when you pull away, he pulls you back in, and you dont complain, molding your lips together gently.

He pulls away, after kissing you one more time, silently mumbling an ‘i love you’ against your lips, before connecting it to yours again.

nishimura riki might not think hes perfect. But you do. and hes more than content with that.

[no more requests please!]

PSH ☆ TO SOMETHING MORE →⠀ roommates with a hint of feelings. 818 words ⠀ sunghoon x reader. fall in you — ha sungwoon

a warm sensation presses onto your head every few seconds, sending slight shivers down your skin.

despite the heaviness in your eyes, you compel yourself to open them, and a familiar figure you never would’ve imagined to see the first thing when you wake up unblurs itself in a moment.

“sunghoon?”

his hand stops a few inches above your head, lips curling into a smile when his eyes meet your weary ones. “you’re finally awake.”

“what are you doing here?” you ask. just as you are about to get up from your position, his hand lightly pushes your head down and you fall back to the bed.

the warm and wet sensation returns once again. when you reach up to feel it, you realize the current situation you must be in.

“you have a fever. i’m making sure to reduce it.” sunghoon takes the damp towel and swipes it across your forehead in slow, gentle strokes. each movement is delicate, careful as if you can break from a simple touch.

not a single word has been exchanged since then.

a minute stretches into what feels like hours as sunghoon continues with his actions. it’s as if the both of you are the only ones existing in the world—just you two, in the small space of your bedroom, hearts beating silently while his hand runs over your head.

it’s not that you didn't like it, and perhaps you like it a little too much as you observe sunghoon and trace every single detail in this exact moment—the way the dim light softens his features with a certain type of glow, the way his eyes are unmoving and focused on one point, that being you, and the way his lips are pursed in concentration. his lips…

wait, you’re not supposed to be thinking about that.

“i-i can do it myself,” you shift around the bed away from sunghoon, seizing the towel between his fingers. heat flares your cheeks despite being cold all over, and perhaps you didn't need the towel to warm yourself after all. “you don't need to take care of me.”

“of course, i should. how could i not when you passed out on the floor earlier?”

“we’re only roommates, sunghoon,” the truth spills from your lips without thinking. “you don't need to feel obligated to take care of me.”

silence hangs in the air at the lack of his reply. his eyes were trained on somewhere else, contemplating, before bringing it back to you with an unusual kind of gaze. a gaze that tells you he has something important to say. a gaze that tells you there’s something more. “i’m not doing this just because it’s an obligation or just because we’re roommates.

“i’m doing this because i care for you a lot, much more than you think.”

your mind drowns in his words until it was all you could think about, repeating itself over and over again like a broken record.

i care for you a lot.

more than you think.

how?

and since when?

you didn't even notice sunghoon taking the towel away from you and placing it neatly above your head until the seat scrapes against the surface when he stands up.

“wait-” you grab onto his hand impulsively. “are you leaving?”

for the first time tonight, sunghoon lets out a chuckle. “no, i’m just going to get medicine for you. why? miss me already?”

right, this is the sunghoon you know by heart. the teasing sunghoon. the sunghoon that you banter with every once in a while. the sunghoon that never misses to make you pancakes in the mornings with words of affirmation scribbled messily in maple syrup. the sunghoon that tells you random pickup lines he finds on the internet out of the blue.

your roommate sunghoon.

but tonight, this sunghoon is different from the rest. you couldn't pinpoint what it is, but you can feel it in the way your heart tells you so. although one thing’s for sure—you want this version of him to remain with you for a little while longer.

“can you stay for a minute?” you ask. “at least until i fall asleep? your hand is warm.”

without a word, he returns to sitting down next to you, interlocking his warm hand with your cold ones as he basks in the feeling of your temperature contrasting his own.

“go to sleep. i’ll stay.”

when you finally close your eyes, surrendering yourself to sleep from the exhaustion you felt and the heat of his touch, sunghoon never once left. instead, he stayed, leaning his head on your bed frame, his hand still locked with yours as he, too, fell asleep.

sunghoon does care for you—a lot more than you think, a lot more than roommates should.

and he wishes that one day he’ll be able to stay with you, until the end of eternity, just like this.

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[10:46pm] jay x afab reader

"stop fucking bending over, the whole party can see your panties," jay spat, pressing himself up behind you to protect your modesty.

you rolled your eyes at his protective tone, he had always been like this growing up. you were jake's sister, only a few months younger than jay himself. you'd spent all these years together, but only recently had you noticed just how protective over you he was.

tonight was no exception. jake had thrown a party since your parents were away, and of course jay was there. you'd dressed up pretty, albeit your skirt was uncomfortably short but you were not about to go and pick out a whole new outfit so you just went along with it, tugging the material down over your ass hoping no one would notice.

but they did, and jay noticed them noticing you.

"get off me," you whined, shaking him away as you stood up straight, a can of beer in your hand from the cooler you were digging in. "stop acting like you own me, jay."

"i'm not, but someone has to stop your from acting like a whore all night," his mouth pressed into a sharp frown whilst he stared you down. you stood in front of him, feeling small under his gaze.

"a whore yeah? I'll show you a fucking whor-"

jay cut you off, pressing a palm over your mouth to stop you running on. you protested against his hand but he stayed put until you stopped, rolling his eyes a little. after a minute or two he pulled away, wiping his hand on his jeans.

"are you done now?" he asked, one eyebrow raised at you. you huffed out in annoyance but nodded nevertheless.

jay smiled slightly, glancing around the crowded living room quickly before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you barely had time to process it before you were tugging him forward and kissing him back with fever.

he groaned into the kiss, leaning into you and pressing you against the wall behind where you were stood. his hips pinned against yours, causing a gasp to leave your lips for long enough that jay could slip his tongue into your mouth.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this before, imagining how jay would taste when you were along at night. not only had he grown more protective over the years, he'd also grown more attractive, and you could now fully see the man he'd grown up to be.

"y/n," he breathed as he pulled back, "we can't do this."

it was your turn to roll your eyes now, holding his jacket tight as you kept his body flush against yours before rolling your hips up gently. jay crumbled, letting his body go pliant against your touch. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, maybe that skirt was a good idea.

"why not jay," you said quietly, pressing a soft kiss on to his neck, moving down to his collarbones. "what's stopping us?"

"your brother-" he whined when you bit down gently, soothing the spot with your tongue. jay pulled his head up a bit to look at you, glancing down at your glossy and red lips.

he dipped his own head down to your neck, returning the favour by pressing a few open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there. you begged him to just bite down, leave a mark, but you knew he wouldn't.

"jake doesn't have to know," you whispered into his ear. "it's our little secret, yeah?"

fuck it, jay was a weak man when it came to you. he tugged you up the stairs to your room, praying on his life that jake would never find out.