Omgg please write abt how would riize react while getting caught fucking their girlfriend in their dorm room like Anton has mentioned that taro never knocks just burst in
i don't typically take requests btw but this sparked something in me so i'll write something short 🤓 for each scenario, i'm going with the idea that it's a riize member and not a manager/staff member who barges in bc i feel like the latter would look drastically different given the relationship dynamics at play
riize - when they get caught having sex in their dorm room by another member
a/n: this is just my personal analysis based off my perception and observations of the members' personalities. all of this is fiction/fantasy
shotaro
shotaro is usually such a soft and kind person, but I feel like the member who barged into his room would see his frustrated/mean side. because shotaro is so busy most of the time, he truly values the [little] intimate time he gets with his s/o, and he has a mindset of wanting everything to be perfect when he's with them. he wants to devote all of his attention on you and you only, and in turn expects the same. i even feel like he's the type to send a message in the riize gc in advance of his GF coming over that's like, "i'm having my GF over, PLEASE knock before you come in." but there would be that one member (why am i imagining anton) who forgot to read it and barges in anyway, angering shotaro to the max. he'll make a loud groaning sound and yell, "didn't i tell you guys to knock!!!!" even after that member has already closed the door out of shock. not only is shotaro pissed that his partner's privacy was violated, but he's also upset that the amazingly sweet and vulnerable moment you two were sharing has essentially been ruined. he would be so upset that he couldn't possibly get back in the mood and continue with the sex as if nothing happened. his first move is to get dressed and go address it with that member immediately. even when he's upset i feel like he's such a levelheaded communicator, he'd still apologize to his member for having to see that but also remind them to read the gc and knock next time. his poor s/o would have to wait until he's back calm again before he could continue with the sex.
eunseok
as expected, my nonchalant king eunseok would be the least phased out of everyone. even once he's noticed his member's face at the door, he'll continue moving inside you as if its nothing. he'll make a sarcastic remark to whoever it is like, "like what you see?" or "wanna join?" he somehow manages to make it so that the member who accidentally walked in feels more embarrassed than he does for getting caught. after the member has left, eunseok's partner will be so mortified, but he'll only tease them for it. he'll incorporate the situation into his dirty talk, saying stuff like, "guess I should fuck you faster before another person comes in, hmmm?" or "think he'll jerk off to what he's saw?" in sum, eunseok is not letting anything or anyone stop him from getting his nut. i don't even think he would address it with that member afterward. if they say something to him about it, he'll behave as if he completely forgot about it, and for the most part, he has. all he'll say is an absent-minded, "ohhhhh...my bad."
sungchan
his first thought and priority upon getting caught is to cover your body, 1.) because he's a caring and protective partner who's concerned about your privacy and comfort but also 2.) he's possessive and doesn't want anyone else enjoying the sight of what's his and his only. after the member who intruded has left, sungchan would lowkey be in shock. he'd need a minute to pause and collect himself after the unexpected moment. though he's usually a pretty confident person, i feel like he has a secret bashful side that would be embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing him during such an intimate moment (i'm thinking specifically abt how he freaked out and couldn't stop talking about it when he realized his abs were included in the impossible MV). he'd be at his most unsure, asking his partner reassuring questions like, "you don't think he saw anything for real, do you?" eventually he'd continue fucking you, but he wouldn't be able to help himself from still thinking about the interruption. hilariously i feel like he'd be balls deep inside of you and still be saying stuff like, "ughhh, i can't believe that happened," and even playfully scold you like, "i told you to lock the door." once either of your orgasms approach, however, he'll fully lock back in. after you're done having sex, he'd address the situation with the member who interrupted privately, apologizing and lowkey asking them not to tell anyone what they saw.
wonbin
his reaction would be a mixture between shotaro and eunseok. similar to shotaro, i think he'd be really angry and annoyed at whoever interrupted him. when wonbin has sex, it's never casual or light-hearted; he truly strives for intense, intimate, soul-bearing experiences, and so an interruption has a bigger impact on him than it may the average person that's just fucking for fun more than anything else. his words to whoever interrupted him would be an angry, "get out," or "fuck off!" that would cause them to immediately slam the door shut. he's like eunseok in the sense that the interruption doesn't stop him from continuing with the sex. his movements inside of you never cease, and outside of a sigh, or perhaps an apology to you, he doesn't address the situation at all. i'd even guess that his frustration at being interrupted would make the sex better, as he's incredibly hot when he's angry, and he expresses his anger by fucking you even harder. i don't think he'd feel bashful about being caught at all because he seems like the type of person who believes bodies are just bodies, sex is just sex, and that only an immature person would be ashamed at those sorts of things. when addressing it with the member who interrupted later, he'd lowkey scold them, especially if it was one of the younger members, telling them to always knock and reminding them of the importance of privacy.
sohee
my poor sohee would be so embarrassed. he's the kind of person who doesn't mind people knowing he gets pussy --- and in fact takes pride in them knowing --- but wouldn't actually want people to see all of the ways he behaves during the act, mostly because he's very expressive and emotional when he fucks and is absolutely mortified at the idea of being teased for something like that. after getting interrupted, he'd immediately stop what he was doing and cover his face in his hands, all while his entire body turns tomato red. he'd then proceed to scold you, half-playfully and half-seriously, for not remembering to lock the door. getting him to continue with the sex after the interruption will take a lot of coaxing and reassurance. he's so stubborn that i feel like he'd resolve himself towards just making you come really quickly and then stopping with the sex entirely, not even caring about his own pleasure anymore. afterwards, he will never bring the situation back up with that member again. he just hopes they didn't see anything significant and that if they did, they'll forget it and never speak of it with him ever.
anton
first of all, i don't even think he'd put himself in a position to have sex if he felt like there's a chance of getting caught --- that's how much he's afraid of another member seeing him in that position. but let's say his partner managed to somehow coax him into doing it anyway. his reaction to being interrupted is a more extreme version of sohee's. he'll be absolutely mortified, particularly because he dreads getting teased about it later. even after the member who interrupted has left, he'll start to fake sob in his hands, and unlike sohee, he won't even consider continuing with the sex in any capacity. His whole mood is ruined, not just for that moment, but for the rest of the day. He'll literally sulk and mope around about it, and any other conversation he has with you that day will somehow lead back to him expressing his embarrassment about what happened. like shotaro, he'll want to address it with the member who interrupted as soon as possible. he'll be completely and utterly apologetic, whereas i feel like all of the riize members would nonchalantly be like, "no worries, do your thing bro," which anton wouldn't be able to accept. the experience would lowkey traumatize him in the sense that he'd claim to never want to have sex in his room again (though i feel like in a few weeks he could be convinced again; he just seems very gullible and simpish <3).
genre. fluff. suggestive. waking up early with bf riize! ✿
note ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ second post! this is so fun. hope you enjoy!
♬⋆.˚ ANTON. his soft plump lips find the back of your neck, long arms pulling you by the waist into his chest. “toni.. no.” but he didn’t want to wake you up, that was not the plan. the plan? watch you sleep since he just couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how much he tried. it didn’t work. “you’re so beautiful in the morning.” and everytime he said this, you thought he lied. who looks so beautiful in the morning? you do. that’s a fact. a soft sigh left you and he chuckled. of course you were going to be annoyed but anton loved mornings like this. soft whispers, not so innocent touches, and both of you in such a comfortable position before the chaos started. finally—you turned to face him. he smiled and your heart skipped a beat. that sweet boyish smile that you fell in love with. anton was such a ‘first love’ type of person. “good morning handsome. why are you up so early?” your finger reached to poke his nose and he shrugged. “couldn’t fall back to sleep.” and you nodded with a small smile on your face. “well then! how about.. a morning shower together?” anton’s face immediately lit up but his ears were burning. what a little cutie. ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ SHOTARO. you were the first to wake. it was very light snores that woke you but why complain? not when the view was something you loved so much. shotaro’s thick lips slightly parted, one arm behind his head and shirtless. he was the sweetest but most handsome boy. “taro?” your voice was soft and you shyly watched him stir in his sleep. “t-taro..” this time, he woke up. his eyes looked at yours—worried of course. “baby? what’s the matter? are you feeling okay?” classic taro. you were the most important thing to him. you nod your head and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, now laying on top of him. “just wanted you. your arm was behind your head.. not hugging me.” although it was just teasing, he took it seriously but with a soft smile. “aww. my poor girl. I’m sorry baby. should I hold you.. like this?” and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. at this point—you couldn’t move and that was okay. you were right where you wanted and needed to be. his lips pressed a gentle kiss to your neck before nipping the skin leaving you gasping. “stop it taro..”
♬⋆.˚ EUNSEOK. his arm was around your waist in such a protective way—always so protective no matter the time. he was the first to wake and he watched you for the longest time before eventually leaving the bed to start breakfast. he knew how much you hated when he left the bed but it was important. you needed food. as soon as he was done, breakfast in bed was served and he woke you with kisses at first. if that didn’t wake you then it would be tickles! “seok!!” you cried but he kept tickling you until you finally woke and sat up. “I know how much you love when I cook so breakfast in bed it is for my pretty girl.” he sat next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist to sit you on his lap which was.. not the best idea. taking a few bites of the food, eunseok let his chin rest on your shoulder. watching you in awe. “my pretty girl.” “my good girl.” “love you so much.” you smiled and turned to look at him but his lips quickly met your own. “why don’t I show you.. how much I love you, hm? are you done eating?” yes. you’re done. ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ SOHEE. both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and his head laid on your chest. he adored sleeping on your chest, it was his most favorite thing. if you didn’t let him? he’d whine. not in a annoying way but in a “I’m so cute just let me?” way. the sunshine made it’s way into the room.. why? because someone forgot to close the curtains. sohee. you groaned and planned to move to your side until you seen the cute position sohee was in. your hands reached for his messy bed head, playing with his soft but dry locks. “sohee. wake up baby.” and immediately he answered. “no! so warm n comfy..” he never wanted to leave the bed. you were his comfort. his love. his heart. world. “sohee you have a schedule.” but he didn’t listen. his head lifted and he shook it once again, this time looking at you. “wan kiss.” you leaned forward to kiss him but once kiss was never enough for him. ever.
♬⋆.˚ SUNGCHAN. his hands gripped your waist and brought you closer to him. mornings with him were very intimate. almost intense. he was able to be himself with you alone. which was all he ever wanted. if he could? he’d make everyone disappear but you and him. his lips kissed your bare shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent he was in love with. “smell so good princess.” and you woke. he smiled still pressing kisses to your skin. “good morning angel. how’d you sleep?” and it took you a bit to answer—waking up and turning to face him. “mm.. slept good. how’d my handsome boy sleep?” but he didn’t answer. his lips found yours in a heated kiss. it was always like this with him. his hand found the back of your neck, keeping you close to him and his lips. when he pulled away his eyes remained closed for a few more seconds before slowly opening halfway to look at you. “can’t ever resist my girl.” ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ WONBIN. kitty boy. you’d wake up before him and he was the sweetest thing ever. his face was precious when he slept. soft breathing, sometimes moving his head, nose scrunches. he was everything and more. he loved waking up to kisses! so? you leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose, then cheek, and then his forehead, and lips were last. he woke when he felt your lips on his own. a smile first thing in the morning made your day better and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him in a playful manner. he didn’t say a lot in the morning. maybe a quiet ‘I love you’ or ‘missed you’ but not much. a lot of kisses and hums. this morning was like any other morning. he’d fall back to sleep with you in his arms or hum a song until you fell back to sleep. “wake up binnie.” you whispered and he nodded, rolling out of bed but with you right by his side of course. kissing your lips as he got up, kissing your lips as he moved to the bathroom with you, and kissed your lips before entering the shower with you.
contains : free use, explicit foursome, messy, filthy, lots of cumplay, spit, squirting, overstimulation, rough sex, manhandling, double penetration, throat fucking, face fucking, multiple creampies, degradation, heavy praise, emotional softness mixed with filth, all consensual & enthusiastic from reader ^_^
pairings : boyfriends !!!!! eunseok, sungchan, anton x fem!reader ( no mxmxm )
word count : 4.3k
notes : wow. okay. wow. WOW!
it started with a stupid game.
you’d been dating anton for almost a year, and the four of you — you, anton, sungchan, and eunseok — had gotten ridiculously close. movie nights turned into sleepovers, sleepovers turned into drunk confessions, and one tipsy truth-or-dare night changed everything.
the question was simple: “what’s the wildest fantasy you’ve never told anyone?”
anton had gone red. you’d giggled and said something about being manhandled. sungchan smirked and said he’d always wanted to share his girl. eunseok just raised an eyebrow and said, “free use. no questions, no limits, whenever we want.”
the room went quiet.
anton looked at you with those big, nervous eyes. “would you… ever?”
you bit your lip, heart racing. the idea of being completely at their mercy. used whenever they felt like it, passed around like their favorite toy. made you wet instantly.
“maybe,” you whispered. “if it was you three… and only you three.”
that was the night the rules were made.
you were their free-use girl now.
they could have you anytime, anywhere, however they wanted. no asking. no warning. you belonged to all three of them.
ৎ . ۫͜𓈒 ִ⑆ ִ ✦ 𓂂
tonight, after a long day of practice, they came home and found you exactly where they liked you. curled up on the couch in nothing but anton’s oversized hoodie, legs bare, phone in hand, looking soft and innocent and completely fuckable.
sungchan dropped his bag first.
“well well… look who’s waiting for us.”
anton’s eyes darkened the second he saw you. eunseok locked the door with a quiet click.
you didn’t even have time to greet them.
sungchan was on you first; tall, broad, smirking as he yanked the hoodie up and off in one motion, leaving you completely naked on the couch. “been thinking about this pussy all day,” he growled, dropping to his knees and spreading your thighs wide.
anton sat on the couch beside you, pulling your head into his lap. “hi baby,” he whispered softly, even as his fingers tangled in your hair. “missed you.”
eunseok stood behind the couch, leaning over to cup your tits from behind, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you gasp.
sungchan didn’t waste time. he buried his face between your legs and ate you like a man starved. loud, messy, tongue fucking into you while he moaned against your clit. the wet slurping sounds filled the living room instantly.
“fuck… she’s dripping already,” sungchan groaned, two thick fingers sliding into you without warning. “been wet for us all day, haven’t you?”
you whimpered, nodding frantically as anton stroked your cheek.
“answer him, baby,” anton said gently, even as he guided your mouth toward his already-hard cock.
“y-yes—been wet thinking about you—ah!”
sungchan sucked your clit hard, fingers curling meanly. your hips bucked, but eunseok’s hands on your tits kept you pinned.
“good girl,” eunseok murmured, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “taking sungchan’s tongue so well.”
anton pushed his cock past your lips, sliding deep into your throat with a soft groan. “that’s it… suck me while they play with you.”
the three of them worked in perfect sync.
sungchan ate you like he was trying to drown in you. spit and slick dripping down his chin, fingers pumping fast. anton fucked your mouth slow and deep, whispering how pretty you looked with your lips stretched around him. eunseok kept playing with your tits, occasionally slapping them lightly just to hear you moan around anton’s cock.
you came first. hard. thighs shaking around sungchan’s head, crying out around anton’s length as your pussy gushed all over sungchan’s tongue.
he didn’t stop.
“one more,” sungchan growled, sucking your oversensitive clit. “give me another. i’m not done tasting you.”
you sobbed, oversensitive and trembling, but they didn’t let you rest.
anton pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. “my turn.”
he lifted you like you weighed nothing, flipping you onto all fours on the couch. sungchan moved to kneel in front of you, feeding his thick cock back into your mouth.
anton pushed into your pussy in one smooth thrust. deep, stretching you open with a groan. “fuck… still so tight even after sungchan ate you out.”
eunseok knelt beside you, stroking himself as he watched. “look at her… taking two cocks already and she’s still so eager.”
they started moving.
anton fucked you from behind. deep, steady thrusts that made your whole body jolt forward onto sungchan’s cock. sungchan fucked your throat with long strokes, one hand in your hair. eunseok reached under you to rub your clit, fingers fast and mean.
you were a mess. drooling, crying, moaning around sungchan’s cock while anton pounded into you and eunseok played with your clit like it was his favorite toy.
“such a good little free-use slut,” sungchan groaned, slapping your cheek lightly. “taking all three of us so well.”
“gonna fill this pussy up,” anton whimpered, hips snapping faster. “wanna breed you while the hyungs watch.”
eunseok pinched your clit hard. “cum for us again, baby. show us how much you love being used.”
you shattered. screaming around sungchan’s cock, pussy clenching so hard around anton that he moaned brokenly and came deep inside you, flooding you with hot cum.
sungchan followed right after pulling out of your mouth at the last second to paint your face and tongue with thick ropes of cum.
you were shaking, covered in cum, tears streaming down your cheeks.
but they weren’t done.
eunseok pulled you into his lap, sliding into your cum-filled pussy in one thrust. “my turn now.”
he fucked you slow and deep while anton and sungchan watched, stroking themselves back to hardness. every thrust pushed anton’s cum out of you, making wet, filthy sounds.
“look at that,” sungchan murmured, fingers collecting the mess leaking from you and pushing it back inside. “so full already and we’re still not finished.”
you were sobbing now. overwhelmed, oversensitive, but still begging.
“please—more—use me—”
eunseok groaned, fucking you harder. “greedy little thing.”
anton crawled over, kissing you messily while eunseok fucked you. “you’re doing so good, baby. taking all of us like our perfect toy.”
sungchan knelt behind eunseok, waiting his turn again.
they passed you around for hours.
anton fucked you while you rode eunseok’s face. sungchan took your ass while anton filled your pussy again. eunseok made you ride him reverse cowgirl while sungchan fucked your throat and anton played with your clit until you squirted all over them.
by the end you were a complete wreck! covered in cum, tears, drool, and sweat. every hole used and leaking. body trembling. voice hoarse from moaning and crying their names.
they finally collapsed around you on the huge couch, pulling you into the middle like their favorite stuffed animal.
anton nuzzled into your neck, kissing every tear track. “you okay, baby?”
you nodded weakly, smiling even though you were exhausted. “love being your free-use girl…”
sungchan chuckled, wiping cum off your cheek with his thumb and feeding it to you. “good. because we’re nowhere near done with you tonight.”
eunseok pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “rest for a bit. then we’re taking you to the bedroom and starting over.”
you whimpered happily, already feeling their hands start to wander again.
request. hear me out ☝ riding Riize and using them like a toy or whatever you want because you're ovulating.....
「 ୨୧ authors note 」 <3 !!!
﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ
your ovulation week really puts his dancers' stamina to the test , but he does keep up – ready to be used by you whenever you need him. “again baby?” he smiled as you climbed into his lap. “so-sorry taro , but i need you.” the feeling of your warm cunt suffocating his cock. “fuck , don’t worry baby , take what you want love.” lets you move on your own pace , just sitting back , toying with your sensitive nipples. “fuck baby you feel good?” he was smiling as you used him , he loved this. “so sensitive baby , you gonna cum again?” you nodded , legs tired as you came , but that didn’t stop you. “taro , need you.” he sprung into action , wrapping his arms around your waist fucking up into you. “fuck taro im gonna cum.” it’s not about if he cums when you’re ovulating it’s about calming you down for a while , and if that means letting you use him to cum then he’s down forsure.
“that’s it baby , i know you want to cum again , cum for me.”
﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ
the only time he’ll let you do what you want — but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have control of the situation. “slow down now.” he commanded , you whined , your clit grinding against his pelvis. “fuck , I said slow down.” he slapped your ass. “seok please.” you whined , holding his shoulders. “listen here.” he grabbed your cheeks, you finally slowed down. “just because you’re ovulating doesn’t mean you can act like a disobedient slut.” he let your face go. “o-okay.” you moaned , he tapped your ass. “good , now keep going.” you resumed bouncing on his cock , his tip kissing your cervix. “yeah fuck just like that.”
“that’s it keep bouncing on my dick like a good girl and i’ll let you cum as much as you want.”
﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ
he loves this, he wants you to do this, use his cock, milk him for all that he has and then more. sex when you’re ovulating is the best sex in his eyes ( even tho it doesn’t matter ) it last for hours and almost every day … he’s in heaven. “oh fuck you’re killing me baby.” he chuckled , his head sticking to his forehead due to swear as you sunk down in his cock for like the 5th time , already full of his past loads. “fu-fuck im gonna shoot blanks if you keep going.” your sweet cunt clenching around him. “we-we can stop.” he slapped your ass making you yelp. “did I ask you to fucking stop?” so you didn’t you actually sped up. “yes fuuuuck.” his hand coming back down to your ass again. “that’s it.”
“keep going , use my fucking cock.”
﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ
now this little fucker is a tease, he knows you’re hornier than normal because you’re ovulating, but he just can’t help but tease you. “no don’t move yet.” you whimpered out. “stop it.” he had been holding you down on his cock, feeling him twitching inside of you. “i need to fuck you.” you moved your hips against his wishes , he chuckled at your neediness. “need to fuck me?” he groaned watching your precious cunt suck him in. “so slutty baby.” he said , slapping your ass as you bounced on him, legs slap against his. “using my cock , fuck , humping me like a bunny in heat.” you moaned. “is that what you are? a slutty bunny wanting to use my cock to get off?” you nodded , “yes , please fuck!” he slapped your ass , signaling you speed up.
“then speed up slut, ride my cock like you mean it.”
﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan ﹚ .ᐟ
wants to treat you like a princess when you’re ovulating; but knows you like to take control when you’re ovulating so he lets you — at least that’s what you think. “baby slow down.” he said softly, holding your waist. “i'm not going anywhere princess.” you whined as you held his shoulders, his cock stretching you out just how you wanted him too. “just want to fuck you.” he chuckled, kissing your bust tenderly , you nipples sensitive. “you feel good, baby.” he said , he’d hold off on cumming simply so you could continue. “fuck hannie im gonna cum.” he let you cum , but you kept going. “fu-fuck baby.” he groaned. “hannie im gonna cum again.” you were insatiable but he knew you’d calm down eventually. “go a head princess.”
“cum all you want.”
﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ
sohee ears and his cock stands up the moment you randomly told him that you were ovulating. “lay down.” you told him, and he obey — because why wouldn’t he? you unbuckled his pants, ridding them of his bottoms along with your bottoms. “so pretty baby.” he groaned as you stroked his cock, sinking down on him. “oh fuck use me baby.” you began to move you hips , bouncing on his length. he was more of a mess than you were , you were using his cock as your own personal toy , you had been at it for about an hour and you didn’t seem to have any plans on stopping any time soon. “oh fuck baby.” he whined , throwing head back in pleasure. “fuck.”
“just keep using my cock , keep making yourself cum on me.”
﹙ 𐙚 : anton ﹚ .ᐟ
gives you exactly what you want , no fighting. he just lays back and allows you to do what you want to do. “o-oh fuck.” he moaned. “fuck baby this feels so good.” your hand was wrapped around his neck lightly not choking him as you rode his cock. both of you were lowkey fucking each other out , this always happened when you were ovulating and he loved it. he’s a dom , but he loves when you take what you want from him. “wait baby fuck.” he moaned , the room was hot , and both of you were sweaty — and anton was spent, you had milked him dry , but you weren’t letting up. “fuck baby i don’t think i can cum again.” you whimpered , still needing his cock even if you were already stuffed full of him. “pl-please one more , just one more.” you moaned. “fuck im gonna cum.” he was sure he was gonna start shooting blanks soon , but he allowed you to keep going.
hi guys heres some links that reminds me sm of the Riize members, hope u enjoy!! mdni
Shotaro rewarding you for being such a good girl for him, he adores you and fills you up exactly like you asked for.
Sub Shotaro who tries so hard to not cum so that you’ll praise him. He loves being in your arms and being your good plaything.
Sungchan who loves how easy it is to lift you up and thrust his full length into you. You’re just so small compared to him, he can’t help but love stretching your pussy and thrust at an insane speed.
Sub Sungchan who twitches weakly in your arms as he gets even more sensitive when you cover his mouth and nose, not letting him breathe.
Eunseok loves when you wear a collar and tights for him, all pliant and submissive for him. He loves seeing your tits bounce as he thrusts harder and harder.
Sub Eunseok who lets you ride him while he sucks onto your nipple like its a pacifier. He wouldn’t tell you but he sucks them to muffle his own desperate moans.
Wonbin needs you to know you’re his and only his. His hands wrap around your neck and grips your boobs as he fucks you roughly, reminding you only he can make you feel this good.
Sub Wonbin loves to be taken care of. His usual cool composure completely disappears when you have his hands cuffed up and him at your mercy.
Seunghan always wants to make sure you feel good, doing his best to hit the spot that gets you weak every thrust, but your cunt just feels so good around him he can’t keep his moans in.
Sub Seunghan can’t handle the overstim, he begs you repeatedly to stop cause he just can’t take it! He holds onto you desperately in hopes to ground himself.
Sohee has so much love for you, in his eyes you’re perfect and he needs to kiss and leave marks all over you before fucking you the way you like it.
Sub Sohee tries so hard to obey you even when its too much. All he can do is breathe desperately and let out weak whimpers.
Anton fucking you in the hotel room after you were so needy the whole day. He makes sure to twist and play with your nipples the way you like it and hit that spot in your walls that would get you cumming.
Sub Anton who wants you touching him all over and wants to be a good boy for you so bad but he doesn’t know how much more he can take!
LOVE TUTORING 101 : yn's little brother, keonho, has managed to fail his way into needing a tutor, and the universe apparently has a sense of humor, because the one who shows up is none other than anton lee. yes, that anton lee: yn's high school crush she never really got over. the funny part? he's completely clueless about it, since they barely ever talked back then (despite having mutual friends like sohee and eunseok). now, yn has to deal with her long-forgotten crush sitting in her living room every week... while pretending it's totally fine.
anton lee x fem. reader!
🖇️ W.ARNINGS : lowercase intended, smau with written portions, kys jokes, fluff, crack, romance, angst (maybe??), one-sided love (in the beginning), sibling chaos, mutual friends meddling, slowburn tendencies i guess.
📌 F.EATURING : keonho, juhoon and martin (cortis), riize, xnghan, hanni and minji (njz) & more . . .
° 𑣿 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ OH SWEET TEMPTATION, TAKE A BITE OF THE APPLE | Song Eunseok
pairing — riize’s eunseok x younger!reader
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) genre. childhood friends to lovers, romance, yearning, angst, jealousy, age gap warnings. reader and eunseok has an age gap of 4 years, and it’s not gender neutral. reader is very feminine, but can come off as spoiled. eunseok being distracted while driving, possessiveness, it is suggestive, and might be seen as forbidden romance (they’re both adults in this though) if you’re 13 and under, i really wouldn’t suggest you to read this! wc. 5.4k
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EUNSEOK TOLD HIMSELF there were only two kinds of habits.
The kind you built because you liked them—warm coffee in the morning, the same playlist on the drive home, the same seat in a room because it felt familiar.
And the kind you built because you couldn’t imagine not doing them.
Walking you home had always been the second kind.
Even now—years after uniforms and class bells and the cheap convenience-store ice creams he used to bribe you with—his body still moved on instinct when you texted him:
i’m done. are you close?
He stared at the message for half a second longer than necessary, thumb hovering. Outside the café window, the evening was blue and mild, city lights starting to blink awake. His friends were still talking, still laughing, still planning whatever came next.
Eunseok’s reply was already typed.
On my way.
He sent it before he could talk himself out of it.
His chair scraped the floor. Sohee called his name, teasing—Hyung, where are you going? He waved like it was nothing, like he wasn’t leaving in the middle of a sentence because your text had hit his chest like a hand closing around his heart.
“It’s family stuff,” he said, which wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.
He stepped out into the cool air and started walking.
He didn’t run. He never ran. Running made things look urgent. Like he cared too much.
But his pace was steady, purposeful, as if the city itself had rearranged so the shortest route to you existed only for him.
Your parents and his had been best friends for longer than he could remember. Photos existed of them crowded together, younger and brighter, holding toddlers with messy hair and sticky fingers.
In those photos, he was always somewhere near you. A shoulder behind you, a hand hovering near your elbow like he’d been put in charge of keeping you from falling.
I was, he thought, and the thought made something twist.
Because once you had started relying on him, it never really stopped.
It just… changed shape.
When he was fifteen and you were eleven, it was easy. Natural. You were small enough that his hoodie looked like a blanket on you, and your problems were the kind he could solve with snacks and a lecture that made you roll your eyes.
When he was eighteen and you were fourteen, he started noticing the line. Not the line between childhood and adulthood—that was obvious. He noticed the line between protective and something else.
So he built walls.
Not around you. Around himself.
And he’d told himself, for years, that the walls were strong.
He arrived at the building you were in and stood across the street for a moment, scanning the entrance like he was checking for danger. The habit was old. It made him feel stupid, sometimes.
But then you walked out.
And stupidity didn’t feel like the right word anymore.
You weren’t in a uniform now. You weren’t a kid. You were dressed like you always were lately—soft, pretty, deliberate. A skirt that made your legs look longer. A blouse that looked too delicate for the cold, but you had a coat draped over your arm like you didn’t care.
Your hair fell in glossy waves, like you’d taken time with it. Like you’d known he’d be the one looking.
Eunseok’s chest tightened.
You glanced around, and the second your eyes found him, your face lit up with something so bright he almost forgot how to breathe.
You crossed the street without looking both ways.
“Hey,” you said, like his presence was as expected as the pavement under your feet.
He didn’t let his eyes linger. He forced them to stay on your face. Safer there.
“Why aren’t you wearing your coat?” he asked.
“Because I knew you’d bring yours,” you said lightly.
He stared at you.
You blinked at him in pure innocence, lashes too long to be accidental. He knew that look. The look that said: I want something. You’ll give it to me.
It had started when you were small—pouting for a toy, angling your body into his space when you wanted attention. He used to think it was cute.
Now it was dangerous.
Eunseok exhaled through his nose. “It’s cold.”
You shrugged, as if the weather was a rumor. “Then give me your jacket.”
He should’ve said no.
He should’ve told you to put on your own coat. He should’ve made a joke, scolded you, done anything that wasn’t—
He pulled off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders with practiced ease.
You slipped your arms into it like it belonged there. Like he belonged there.
“Thanks,” you said, voice sweet. Then you leaned forward and inhaled, openly, shamelessly, like his jacket was a scent you wanted to wear under your skin.
Eunseok froze for half a second.
Your eyes flicked up to his.
You smiled. Small. Slow. Like you’d done something on purpose.
He felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. “Stop that,” he said.
“Stop what?” you asked, wide-eyed.
He didn’t answer. Because he didn’t have an answer that wouldn’t sound like a confession.
He started walking, and you fell into step beside him without being asked.
The city hummed around you. Cars passing, people talking, the air sharp with winter. Your shoes made soft clicks on the pavement.
It used to be that you would chatter the whole way home. About school, friends, the latest obsession you’d picked up and dropped in a week.
Now you walked in comfortable silence, close enough that your sleeve brushed his hand every few steps.
Eunseok pretended not to notice.
This is nothing, he told himself. This is normal. This is what we do.
But nothing shouldn’t feel like this.
You tilted your head. “You left your friends for me.”
“I told you,” he said. “Family stuff.”
You hummed. “I like when you say that.”
He glanced at you. “Why?”
“Because it sounds like you’re claiming me.”
His steps faltered—just a fraction. He caught himself fast enough that you probably didn’t notice.
Probably.
He kept his voice even. “Don’t say weird things.”
“I’m not saying weird things,” you replied. “I’m saying true things.”
Eunseok’s jaw tightened.
There were times, lately, when he felt like you were doing it on purpose. Testing him. Pushing the boundaries with soft hands and pretty smiles.
It should’ve annoyed him. It did, sometimes.
Mostly it scared him.
Because the more you pushed, the more he realized how thin his walls had gotten.
…
Your parents’ apartment building was familiar. The lobby smelled like polished wood and someone’s perfume. The elevator took too long. Eunseok stood beside you with his hands in his pockets, eyes forward.
He could feel you looking at him.
When the elevator doors opened, you didn’t move right away. You stayed still and leaned just slightly toward him.
“Oppa,” you said.
The word landed like a match.
Eunseok didn’t like the way his body reacted—how his spine went straighter, how his breath caught. You’d called him that before, technically. When you were younger, when it meant nothing but “older brother.”
Now it sounded like a knife pressed gently against skin.
He kept his face blank. “What?”
You stepped closer, closing the space between you until he could see the tiny shimmer on your lower lip.
“My shoe,” you said softly. “It’s loose.”
He stared.
“In the elevator?” he asked, flat.
You nodded like this was completely reasonable. “Fix it for me.”
Eunseok looked down. Your heel strap was slightly off. You could’ve adjusted it with one finger.
You wanted him to touch you.
His throat felt tight.
“I’m not doing that here,” he said.
You pouted. Not exaggerated—just enough to make his chest ache. “Why not?”
Because if he knelt in front of you in an elevator, with you wearing his jacket, looking down at him with that expression, he—
He pressed the elevator button with more force than necessary. “Come on.”
You followed, smiling like you’d won something.
He walked you to your door. Your parents weren’t home—he knew that already, because your mom had texted his mom earlier about dinner plans. The adults were out doing adult things, leaving the two of you with too much empty space.
You unlocked the door and paused.
“Are you coming in?” you asked.
Eunseok should’ve refused. It was late. He had things to do. He could go home.
But your eyes were soft, and you were still wearing his jacket, and the hallway felt too quiet.
He stepped inside.
The apartment was warm, lights low. You kicked off your shoes and immediately padded toward the kitchen like you owned the place—which you did. You’d grown up here.
“Do you want tea?” you asked.
“I’m fine,” he said.
You opened the fridge anyway. “I’m making some. Sit.”
Eunseok sat on the couch because it gave his hands something to do—resting on his knees, fingers clasped. The familiar space should’ve calmed him.
Instead, he felt like he’d been led into a trap built out of memories.
You moved around the kitchen, the sound of cupboards opening and closing oddly intimate. The smell of tea leaves drifted in.
Eunseok stared at the wall across from him, trying not to imagine you in his jacket, moving through a room like you belonged in his life more than anyone else.
When you returned, you handed him a mug with both hands. Your fingers brushed his.
That tiny contact sent a spark through him so sharp he almost flinched.
You sat beside him—not too close, but close enough. Your knee angled toward his.
Eunseok took a careful sip. “You were out late,” he said.
“I had class,” you replied. “And then I met a friend.”
His eyes lifted. “What friend?”
You smiled into your tea. “A guy.”
Eunseok didn’t move.
Inside, something clenched. A guy.
He kept his voice steady. “From where?”
“From my class,” you said. “He’s nice.”
Eunseok nodded once, as if he didn’t care. “Okay.”
You turned to look at him. “That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” you said, voice airy. “Maybe… ask more. Act a little jealous.”
Eunseok’s mug paused halfway to his lips.
He looked at you slowly. “Why would I be jealous?”
Your gaze didn’t waver. “Because you care.”
“I do care,” he said.
Your smile softened, and for a second you looked almost… tender. “Then why won’t you say it?”
Eunseok’s throat tightened. He stared at you, trying to find the line. Trying to find the safe answer.
“You’re like family,” he said, because it was the phrase he’d used to keep himself sane.
Your expression shifted. Not hurt—something sharper. Like you’d expected it.
You set your mug down and leaned closer. “I’m not your sister.”
The words were quiet.
Eunseok’s heart beat once, hard.
He forced himself to exhale. “I didn’t say you were.”
“But you keep acting like it,” you whispered.
He didn’t answer because his mouth felt useless. Because his mind was full of things he couldn’t afford to say.
You tilted your head. “Do you know what he said to me?”
Eunseok’s jaw tensed. “Who.”
“The guy,” you said, with maddening calm. “He said I’m cute.”
Eunseok stared at the floor. He could picture it too easily—someone smiling at you, leaning in, saying words that didn’t belong to them.
He wanted to tell you to be careful. He wanted to tell you not to trust strangers. He wanted to tell you—
He wanted to tell you don’t let anyone look at you like that.
His hands clenched slowly on his knees.
You watched him, eyes bright. “He asked for my number.”
Eunseok’s voice came out lower than usual. “Did you give it?”
You didn’t answer right away.
That silence was a blade.
Eunseok lifted his eyes to you. His face stayed calm. He’d learned how to be calm even when his insides were burning.
Your lips curled into a small smile. “Why? Does it matter?”
“Yes,” he said, too fast.
He caught himself. “I mean—”
“Because you’re protective,” you supplied, sweet as honey. “Because you’re like my—”
“Don’t,” he said sharply.
You blinked, surprised. Then your smile widened—like you were delighted to have found a crack in him.
Eunseok’s pulse hammered.
You leaned back, casually. “Relax. I didn’t give it.”
He hated the relief that flooded him. Hated it because it meant you had control.
You reached for your mug again and sipped, eyes never leaving his. “But I could’ve.”
Eunseok swallowed.
He didn’t like being played with. He didn’t like feeling pulled by a string.
But with you, he’d been on your string for years. He’d just pretended it was his choice.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked quietly.
You set the mug down. “Doing what?”
He held your gaze. “Pushing.”
Something flickered behind your eyes—brief vulnerability, quickly masked. “Because you won’t move.”
Eunseok felt the air shift.
Outside, a car passed. Somewhere in the building, someone laughed. The world kept going.
Inside the room, it was just you and him and a line that had been thinning for years.
You spoke softly. “You always tell me what to do. You always decide what’s best for me. You always—”
“I take care of you,” Eunseok said.
“Yes,” you whispered. “So tell me why.”
He stared at you.
Tell you why he couldn’t sleep when you didn’t text back.
Tell you why he memorized your schedule without thinking.
Tell you why he knew the names of your friends and the streets you walked on and the places you liked to sit.
Tell you why his chest felt too tight when he imagined you laughing with someone else.
Tell you why he’d built walls and still ended up here.
He couldn’t. Not out loud.
Because once he said it, it would be real.
And if it was real, it would be his fault.
You leaned in again, just slightly. “Eunseok.”
Hearing his name from you like that made his vision blur at the edges.
“Say it,” you whispered.
He didn’t move. “Say what.”
“You know,” you murmured.
Eunseok’s fingers dug into his knees, nails pressing into fabric.
He forced his voice to stay even. “Stop playing games.”
You smiled, soft. “I’m not playing. I’m waiting.”
“For what,” he asked, voice rougher now.
“For you to choose me,” you said.
The words were simple.
They hit him like something breaking.
Eunseok stood abruptly, as if the couch had turned to fire beneath him. “I should go.”
Your eyes widened. “What?”
He grabbed his jacket from your shoulders without thinking. The fabric slid off you, exposing your bare arms. You looked suddenly smaller without it.
Eunseok hated the way his body reacted—how possessive it felt, how wrong and right at the same time.
He forced himself to step back, to put distance between you and his hands.
“I should go,” he repeated, steadier.
You stood too, stepping closer. “Why?”
Because if he stayed, he’d lose.
Because if he stayed, he’d say something he couldn’t take back.
You took another step, closing the gap. “Are you scared of me?”
Eunseok’s laugh was short, humorless. “No.”
Your eyes searched his face. “Then what are you scared of?”
He didn’t answer.
You reached out and touched his wrist.
Just that. Not dramatic.
But the contact made his whole body lock.
Your voice dropped. “You’re the one who made me like this, you know.”
Eunseok’s eyes snapped to yours. “What.”
You smiled—faint, almost cruel in its softness. “You always did everything. You always gave me what I wanted. You always showed up.”
Your fingers tightened slightly on his wrist. “How was I supposed to grow up and not want you?”
Eunseok’s breath left him.
He stared at you like he’d been hit.
You watched him, unblinking, waiting for him to crack.
And he did—just not where you could see it.
Eunseok pulled his wrist free, controlled. He didn’t grab you. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t do anything that would reveal the chaos inside.
“I didn’t make you,” he said, careful. “You’re responsible for your own feelings.”
Your smile didn’t fade. “Okay. Then be responsible for yours.”
Eunseok’s throat tightened until it hurt.
He couldn’t stay. He couldn’t.
He turned and walked to the door with steady steps. He heard you follow, light and quick.
“Eunseok,” you called, and he kept walking.
Your hand grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.
Eunseok froze.
“Don’t leave,” you said, quieter now.
He didn’t look at you. If he looked, he might not be able to move.
He forced himself to speak evenly. “Let go.”
Silence. Then—your grip loosened.
Eunseok opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
He didn’t let himself look back.
…
He made it to his car before his hands started shaking.
He sat in the driver’s seat with the door closed, the world muted outside the glass.
His phone buzzed.
A message from you.
you’re running away.
Eunseok stared at it until the words blurred.
He put the phone face-down on the passenger seat like it was dangerous.
His breathing was too loud in the quiet car. He tried to slow it down. Tried to make his heart stop pounding.
Get it together.
He pressed his forehead against the steering wheel and shut his eyes.
He could still feel your fingers on his wrist.
He could still hear the way you’d said his name.
How was I supposed to grow up and not want you?
Eunseok’s chest tightened so hard it felt like he couldn’t inhale.
He’d always thought he was the steady one. The older one. The one with control.
But the truth—ugly, humiliating—was that you’d been holding him for years.
He just hadn’t noticed the grip until it started hurting.
A sound escaped him—small, broken. He clenched his jaw and swallowed it down.
He didn’t cry. He didn’t.
Except his eyes were burning, and his throat hurt, and suddenly there was wetness on his cheeks before he could stop it.
Eunseok wiped it away immediately, harsh. Angry at himself.
Tears were weakness. Tears were—
No.
That wasn’t fair. That was something he’d learned because the world didn’t reward men for being soft. Because he’d been trained to be solid, dependable.
Because he’d built his identity around not falling apart.
But he was falling apart.
Just silently.
He covered his eyes with his hand, palm pressing hard as if he could shove the emotion back where it came from.
It didn’t work.
The tears slid out anyway—quiet, restrained, humiliating.
Not sobs. Not drama.
Just… overflow.
Because the wanting had nowhere else to go.
He stayed like that for a minute, breathing through it, letting the worst of it pass.
When he lowered his hand, he stared at the dark windshield.
His reflection looked like him. Same face, same posture.
But something inside him had shifted.
He picked up his phone with steady fingers.
Another message from you had arrived.
if you’re going to treat me like i’m yours, then act like it.
Eunseok’s heart stuttered.
He didn’t respond.
He started the car.
He didn’t go home.
He drove.
The streets blurred under streetlights. His mind replayed years like a film he couldn’t turn off.
You as a kid, tugging his sleeve because you didn’t want to walk alone.
You as a teenager, rolling your eyes but still waiting for him outside the school gate.
You as an adult, looking at him with that same trust—and something more.
He’d told himself it was fine because he was safe.
He was the one who showed up. The one who cared. The one who kept everything stable.
But safety wasn’t neutral.
Sometimes safety was the thing that made someone belong to you without either of you admitting it.
Eunseok’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
By the time he parked near your building again, his jaw ached from clenching it.
He sat in the car, staring at the entrance.
He could leave. He could go home. He could pretend this wasn’t happening.
Then his phone buzzed again.
i’m not going to chase you, oppa.
The word made his breath catch.
but i’m also not going to wait forever.
Eunseok stared at the message until his vision sharpened.
He didn’t like being cornered.
He didn’t like ultimatums.
But the truth was—this wasn’t an ultimatum.
It was you finally refusing to be the only one brave enough to move.
Eunseok shut his eyes.
If I go up there, I’m done.
Because there was no version of this where he could return to pretending.
He exhaled.
Then he got out of the car.
…
The elevator ride up felt longer this time. His heartbeat was loud in his ears.
He stood at your door and lifted his hand.
He hesitated.
Then he knocked.
Silence.
He knocked again.
Footsteps approached. The door opened.
You stood there in socks, hair slightly messier now, face bare. Without the carefully crafted softness from earlier, you looked more real.
Your eyes widened when you saw him.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then you leaned against the doorframe like you were trying to look casual. “You came back.”
Eunseok’s voice was quiet. “Yeah.”
You searched his face. “Why.”
He didn’t answer right away because if he answered, he’d say too much.
So he asked, “Are you alone?”
You blinked. “Yes.”
He nodded once. “Good.”
Your eyes widened again. A small breath left you. “Eunseok—”
“Let me in,” he said.
You moved without argument, stepping aside.
He walked into the apartment and shut the door behind him.
The click echoed.
That sound felt final.
Eunseok turned to face you.
You were watching him with a cautious kind of anticipation, as if you didn’t know whether he’d come to scold you or surrender.
Eunseok kept his expression controlled. His hands stayed at his sides.
But his voice—his voice betrayed him slightly, lower and rougher than usual.
“You can’t do that,” he said.
You frowned. “Do what.”
“You can’t… say things like that,” he said, eyes fixed on yours. “You can’t look at me like that.”
You crossed your arms, chin lifting. “Why not?”
Eunseok’s jaw tensed.
Because I’ll break.
Because I’ll want.
Because I’ll take everything you offer and call it my right.
He stepped closer.
You didn’t move away.
That was its own kind of answer.
Eunseok stopped when you were close enough that he could feel the warmth of you.
He looked down at you, and for a moment he let himself see it—your femininity, your softness, the way you held your ground anyway. Bratty, maybe. Spoiled by him, definitely.
A problem he created.
A problem he wanted.
“You think this is a game,” he murmured.
You swallowed. “I don’t.”
Eunseok’s eyes flicked to your lips. He forced them back up.
“You think you can make me say it first,” he said, voice steady despite the way his hands wanted to move.
Your eyes flashed with something like satisfaction. “Can I not?”
Eunseok stared at you.
A laugh almost escaped him—small, incredulous.
“You’re… unbelievable,” he said.
You shrugged, too innocent. “Then stop letting me.”
His chest tightened.
Eunseok took a slow breath.
He had rehearsed so many versions of this in his head—versions where he stayed composed, where he said the right thing, where he didn’t reveal too much.
But standing in front of you, with you looking at him like you already knew, he realized the right thing wasn’t pretty.
It was honest.
Eunseok spoke quietly. “I don’t know when it changed.”
Your expression softened, just slightly.
“I don’t know when I stopped thinking of you as… just the kid I had to take care of,” he continued. “But it did.”
Your lips parted, but you didn’t interrupt.
Eunseok’s throat tightened. He swallowed.
“I tried to fix it,” he admitted. “I tried to be normal. I tried to draw lines.”
His eyes flicked away for a second, as if he couldn’t bear to look at you while saying it.
“But you’re—” He exhaled. “You’re everywhere for me.”
Silence fell.
You stood very still, as if any movement might break the moment.
Eunseok looked back at you. His gaze was steady now, like he’d made a decision he couldn’t undo.
“When you don’t text me back, I can’t sleep,” he said. “When someone looks at you, I feel… sick.”
Your breath caught.
Eunseok’s jaw clenched as if the words tasted like weakness. “I hate it. I hate that it makes me feel like I own something I don’t.”
Your eyes shimmered slightly, but you blinked it away. “Eunseok…”
He stepped closer again, until there was barely space between you.
His voice dropped. “You asked me to say it.”
You swallowed, nodding faintly.
Eunseok stared at you with an intensity that made your smile falter.
“I like you,” he said, slow, deliberate. “Not like family. Not like a sister. Not like anything I’m allowed to pretend is safe.”
Your breath left you in a shaky exhale.
Eunseok’s eyes didn’t leave your face. “I like you in a way that makes me feel stupid. And angry. And—”
His voice cracked, just barely. He stopped, jaw tightening hard as if he could force it back into place.
You reached out, careful, and touched his hand.
Eunseok didn’t pull away.
You whispered, “You’re not stupid.”
He laughed once, breathless. “You don’t know.”
You stepped closer until your forehead almost touched his chest. “Then show me.”
Eunseok froze.
Show you. As if he hadn’t been showing you his whole life.
His throat burned.
He turned his head slightly, staring past you for a second as if he could find composure somewhere in the room.
When he looked back down at you, his eyes were glossy—not crying, not yet, but close.
“I’m trying,” he said, voice tight. “I’m trying to be… good.”
You tilted your face up. “Good for who?”
Eunseok didn’t answer.
Because the only real answer was: good for you.
Good enough not to hurt you. Good enough not to ruin you. Good enough not to take something that wasn’t offered.
But you were offering.
You’d been offering.
Just… in your own maddening way.
You squeezed his hand. “I’m not asking you to be perfect,” you whispered. “I’m asking you to stop acting like you don’t feel anything.”
Eunseok’s chest tightened so hard it hurt.
His face stayed controlled. His posture stayed solid.
But his voice—his voice betrayed him again, rough with emotion he couldn’t fully hide.
“I feel too much,” he said.
The words came out like a confession and a warning.
You stared at him. “Then feel it.”
Eunseok’s breath shook.
For a second, he looked like he might step back.
Instead, he lifted his free hand and touched your cheek—slow, careful, like he was making sure you were real.
Your eyes fluttered, and you leaned into his palm.
Eunseok’s control snapped—not explosively, not violently.
Just quietly.
Like a thread breaking.
His eyes went wet. He blinked, hard, as if he could fight it. His jaw clenched like he was angry at his own body.
You watched him, softer now, no teasing in your expression.
Eunseok’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “You make it hard.”
Your hand slid up his wrist, grounding him. “Good.”
A breathy, almost broken laugh escaped him.
Then, to his own surprise, a tear slipped down his cheek.
He stood perfectly still as it happened—still a man, still composed on the outside, like he refused to collapse.
But the tear was there anyway.
Eunseok shut his eyes for a second, breathing through it. When he opened them, he looked at you like you were both his weakness and his relief.
“I hate that you knew,” he murmured.
You smiled gently. “I didn’t know. I hoped.”
Eunseok’s hand cupped your cheek more firmly, thumb brushing the tear he hadn’t even noticed was still falling.
“I’m not… going to beg,” he said, voice low, almost embarrassed.
Your eyes warmed. “I’m not asking you to.”
He swallowed, his gaze intense. “But if you want me—”
You interrupted, quiet but unwavering. “I do.”
Eunseok’s breath caught.
You added, softer, “I just wanted to hear you say it.”
Eunseok stared at you like he was trying to memorize you. Like he was afraid the moment would disappear if he blinked too long.
Then he nodded once—slow, final.
“Okay,” he said.
The word was small.
It sounded like surrender.
He leaned down slightly, forehead nearly touching yours. His voice dropped to something only you could hear.
“Then you’re mine,” he said, and it wasn’t a claim spoken lightly. It was a promise and a burden and a truth he’d been carrying for too long.
You smiled—bright, satisfied, soft. “Finally.”
Eunseok huffed a laugh, still damp at the corners of his eyes. “You’re… really something.”
You tilted your head. “So are you.”
Eunseok looked at you for a long moment.
Then he said, quieter, as if the honesty still tasted unfamiliar, “Don’t make me regret this.”
You touched his cheek, thumb brushing where his tear had been. “I won’t.”
Eunseok exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders loosening for the first time in what felt like years.
He didn’t kiss you. Not yet.
He just held your face and looked at you like he was trying to learn how to exist in this new truth without breaking it.
Then you held his wrist in your palm—soft, gentle, with a new set of nails that he paid for, a constant reminder that you are his—and whispered sweet words of temptation that ought to bring him to ruins.
”I want a kiss,” you demanded, doe-eyed and impatient. Eunseok almost laughs because he knows your impatience is his doing; never saying no to you and bringing you your every wants and needs.
But goodness is the world going to end before he denies you what you want.
The hand on your face lifted it to look at him—in control and steady, just the way he knows you like it.
He exhales, though, because despite the humor in this situation the look you gave him has his knees weak—heart thrumming and light headed—like a kryptonite to his heart.
And dear Lord, he wishes it’ll never end.
Gently, he guides your face near his—his thumb hovering over the lip gloss he told you was pretty back when you got it. He pressed onto your plush lips, curiosity overcoming the better of him, and all self control almost leaves him right there.
But that look in your eyes—that restless, agitated look that tells him to stop being so slow—oh he loves it. Relishes in it, in fact. So much so that he’s able to have enough self control to not kiss you there and then.
You let out a querulous whine, “Now, Eunseok, stop teasing me.”
He chuckles as if he isn’t trembling with a desire so primal to have you.
“We have all the time in the world, princess,” He mutters in retort, but who was he to deprive you of anything?
Finally, he connects your lips with his—
Soft.
Measured.
As if he’s afraid too much pressure might make you disappear.
Your breath catches, and for a split second, neither of you move. The world narrows to the quiet warmth between your mouths, the faint taste of lip gloss he once complimented without realizing what it would come to mean.
Then you tilt your head, just slightly.
Inviting.
Eunseok exhales through his nose, the sound shaky, and his hand tightens at your jaw. The kiss deepens—not rushed, not desperate, but intentional. Like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel against him.
Your fingers curl around his wrist.
He swears under his breath.
Because that tiny gesture—so gentle, so trusting—hits harder than anything else could. It reminds him that this isn’t a fantasy. This is real. You’re real.
And you’re choosing him.
His lips move against yours with more confidence now, still restrained, but heavier with emotion. There’s no hunger in it yet—just years of unspoken feeling finally finding a place to land.
You sigh into the kiss, soft and satisfied.
Eunseok’s chest tightens.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed, breathing uneven.
“Happy now?” he murmurs.
Your smile is slow, smug, and undeniably his fault. “Very.”
He opens his eyes and looks at you like the answer was never in doubt.
Outside, the city kept moving.
Inside, the line was gone.
And Eunseok—steady, stubborn, controlled Eunseok—finally stopped pretending his heart didn’t belong where it had always been reaching.
