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sypnosis: getting paired up with nishimura riki for a project was not apart of your plan for second semester, considering he's quite literally known for simply not caring. But who knows, maybe he's willing to make an exception.
contains: suggestive jokes, cussing, mentions of drinking, he calls reader “ma” because hes sexy. featuring the following: Jake, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunoo, Yunjin—beach day!
This is the last part of the Mr. Nonchalant series! I hope you guys enjoyed it and thank you for all the positive feedback on it :) I hope to start another smau series soon!
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my tomodachi island is….. interesting bc why does heeseung and sunghoon like kazuha at the same time BUT kazuha likes hueningkai. hueningkai can't read the room, soobin and sooin are dating, sooin wants to marry him. and i still need to make bts, the rest of enha, the rest of le sserafim, the rest of twice, the rest of meovv 😭
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sypnosis: getting paired up with nishimura riki for a project was not apart of your plan for second semester, considering he's quite literally known for simply not caring. But who knows, maybe he's willing to make an exception.
contains: suggestive jokes, cussing, mentions of drinking, he calls reader “ma” because hes sexy. featuring the following: Jake, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunoo, Yunjin
“I’ve seen you practically preen whenever he compliments you—you think I can’t do that, hm?” Sunghoon pulls you impossibly closer by your waist, a gasp leaving your lips as he bent down just enough for the tip of his nose to brush against yours, “let me tell you, let me show you just how fucking pretty you are.”
You had never expected Sunghoon of all people to get jealous of his best friend flirting with you, granted he was the one always picking fights with you, simply basking in the attention you provided him with, albeit it was negative. Which is why you were speechless, currently trapped in the warmth of his dorm room, between the door and the heat of his body with your heart beating out of your chest.
“Speechless now?” Sunghoon murmured, his big hand cupping your cheek with a gentle caress which felt rather heavy with possessiveness of some sort, “where’s that sharp tongue you usually have for me, hm? Your clever retorts.”
He didn’t bother waiting for an answer, tilting his head, gaze dropping to your lips which you’d bitten, as if he wished to do the exact same to you, a shiver ran down your spine at the absurdity of the situation, face heating up under his stare, his touch.
“Jake called you beautiful, didn’t he?” He scoffed, and you opened your mouth to retort, but he continued, “that’s such a small, empty word. He doesn’t know how your eyes light up when you win an argument against me, or the way you look right now—completely undone, because I’m finally saying what I’ve been thinking for months.”
His thumb traced the line of your lower lip, tugging it gently to release it from your teeth. The air in the room was thick, charged with a tension that was beneath every hateful comment and glare you’d exchanged since freshman year.
“You’re saying anything at this point,” you mumbled, but that didn’t stop him.
“You’re not just beautiful” he whispered, voice dropping an octave, “you’re captivating. I’ve spent every lecture, every friend hangout, every miserable party just trying to get you to look at me, and then i see you smiling at Jake instead? Letting him tell you all the things I should have said before?” He let out a frustrated breath, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours.
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of your synced, shallow breaths. Sunghoon’s hand shifted from your cheek, his fingers sliding into your hair and tangling at the root to pull your head back just an inch—enough to expose the pulse jumping in your throat.
“You think I’m just saying anything?” He murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck in open mouthed kisses, “I’m saying the things that have been keeping me awake for months, Y/N. Every time we argued in class, I was just trying to find an excuse to keep your eyes on me.”
“You have a strange way of showing it,” you managed to whisper, though the words felt breathless, “constant bickering isn’t exactly—this.”
“It was the only way I knew you’d give me all of your attention,” he admitted, his voice a low vibration against your skin. His other hand dropped from your waist, his palm sliding over the curve of your thigh, pulling the fabric of your skirt up just enough to let his cool fingers meet your warm skin, squeezing your inner thighs. You gasped, your hands flying up to rest against his chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heart beneath his dress shirt.
“Sunghoon—”
“Shh,” he hushed, his touch becoming a slow, deliberate caress that climbed higher, “you’re so reactive for me. Jake’s compliments didn’t make you flush like this, did they? They didn’t make your heart race this fast.”
He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours as he looked deeply into your eyes, his gaze dark and clouded with a hunger he was no longer trying to hide.
“I want to hear you say it,” he prompted, his fingers tracing small, agonizing circles against the soft skin of your inner thigh, “tell me you don’t want him. Tell me you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”
You swallowed hard, the sheer possessiveness in his tone overriding any lingering desire to fight him, “I haven’t been able to think about anything else since we got in here,” you confessed, your voice trembling.
A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his face—the first genuine smile you’d seen from him all year, and it was devastatingly handsome.
“Good girl,” he praised, the words hitting you like a physical weight. He leaned down, finally closing the distance to press a firm, lingering kiss just below your ear, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you admit that. How much I’ve wanted to have you pressed against this door, completely focused on me.”
He cupped your cunt through the fabric, giving it gentle squeezes as you start breathing faster, moans leaving your lips, which is enough to drive Sunghoon insane beyond words.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re like this,” he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with a sudden heat, “all flustered and needy for me. Let’s see just how much more of this you can take before you’re begging me to stop talking and finally kiss you.”
Sunghoon’s fingers pressed harder against your soaked panties, rubbing slow circles over your clit until your hips bucked involuntarily. You whimpered, your body arching toward his touch, desperate for more friction. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he nipped at your earlobe.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot on your skin, “you’re already dripping for me. Such a good girl, getting so wet just from my hand.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and yanked them down your thighs, exposing your slick folds to the cool air. You gasped, but before you could say anything, Sunghoon dropped to his knees between your legs, his strong hands gripping your thighs to spread them wide. His eyes locked onto your pussy, dark and hungry, like he was starving for a taste as he licked his lips, fangs peeking out.
“Fuck, look at this pretty little cunt,” he groaned, leaning in close enough that you felt the warmth of his breath teasing your sensitive skin, “all swollen and ready for my mouth. I’m gonna eat you out until you’re shaking, sweetheart. You deserve to feel this good.”
Without another word, he dove in, his tongue flattening against your entrance and licking a long, slow stripe up to your clit. You cried out, your hands flying to his hair, tugging at the soft strands as pleasure shot through you. Sunghoon groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your toes curl. He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with expert precision, while one hand slid up to push two fingers inside you.
“Oh god, Sunghoon,” you moaned, your head falling back as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal, “yeah, say my name like that. You’re so tight around my fingers, baby, taking them so well. I love how you taste—sweet and perfect, just for me.” His praise washed over you like liquid heat, making your walls clench harder around him.
Sunghoon dove back in, lapping at your folds hungrily, his tongue flicking relentlessly over your clit while his fingers thrust deeper, faster, groaning right there. He added a third finger, stretching you deliciously, and you felt the coil in your belly tightening, building toward release. Your breaths came in ragged pants, moans spilling freely as he devoured you, his free hand kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.
“Come on, gorgeous,” he urged between licks, his voice muffled but commanding, “let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my tongue, you’re doing so fucking good—my perfect girl.”
The words pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, your pussy pulsing around his fingers as waves of ecstasy ripped a scream from your throat. Sunghoon didn’t stop, riding out your climax with his mouth, sucking and licking until you were trembling, oversensitive and breathless.
Finally, he pulled away, standing up with a smug grin, his chin shiny with your juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving yours, “see? Told you I’d make you feel amazing, but we’re not done yet. I need to be inside you now.”
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath, as he quickly shed his clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the head against your slick entrance, teasing you until you whined.
“Please, Sunghoon,” you begged, your hands reaching for his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling you into a kiss, making you taste yourself on him with a moan, pressing against you harder, his bangs brushing your forehead as he tilted his face, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, making you open up. He snapped his hip forward, making you feel his hardness.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, voice rough with desire, “so eager for my cock.
You’re gonna feel every inch of me, baby, and you’ll take it like the good little slut you are.” With that, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside your soaked pussy.
You gasped at the stretch, the fullness of him overwhelming in the best way. Sunghoon groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out slowly, making sure you don’t get hurt in the process, “fuck, you’re so tight—gripping me like you never want me to leave. Such a perfect pussy for my cock.”
“Fuck—you’ve been so jealous, Hoonie,” you gasped.
“You have no idea,” he confessed easily, “say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you nodded, feeling his hand teasing your tits.
He started moving, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had your breasts bouncing with each thrust. His hands pinned your hips down, controlling every movement, while his mouth found yours in a messy, heated kiss. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, and it only made you clench around him tighter.
“Yes, just like that,” he panted against your lips, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, “milk my fucking cock, baby. You’re so warm inside, taking me so deep. I could fuck you forever—my beautiful, needy girl.”
The praise spurred you on, your nails digging into his back as you met his thrusts, the room filling with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and your shared moans. Sunghoon’s hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles, pushing you toward another high.
“Cum for me again,” he demanded, his voice a low rumble, “I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill you up. You’re mine, all mine—doing so well for me.”
His words, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock and the pressure on your clit, sent you spiraling. Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, your walls fluttering around him as you cried out his name. Sunghoon followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time and spilling hot cum inside you, his body shuddering with release.
He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, his forehead pressed to yours. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “absolutely perfect.”
idek how to feel rn, i can’t wrap my head around it.
long story short before i turn this into a essay, i don't understand why they would do this when there’s artists who’ve had solo projects and were still actively in the group (e.g yeonjun, yeji, etc) (from what i know) maybe im digging too deep into this but they were talking about being in enhypen forever and now out of the blue, hee leaves?? because the company “suggested” him to go solo?? idk somethings fishy there but imma hush.
i just feel bad for jungwon and niki, and all i can do is wish for the best for heeseung.
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nick as blossom
chris as bubbles
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Summary: you move to LA for college, and end up getting a call that your roommate dropped out so you have a new roommate. You get to the college and end up seeing that it’s a hot guy as your roommate.
The plane had barely touched down before your phone buzzed.
You were still in your seat, waiting for everyone to stand up and grab their luggage, when you saw the caller ID: University Housing.
Your stomach dropped.
“Hello?” you answered, trying to keep your voice calm.
“Hi, is this Y/N?” the woman on the other end asked. “We just wanted to inform you that your assigned roommate, Emma, has decided to drop out of school last minute. We’ve reassigned you to a different roommate in room 108. Everything else about your dorm stays the same.”
“Oh okay,” you said, a little stunned. “Thank you for letting me know.”
“No problem. Welcome to campus, and safe travels.”
The call ended, and you stared at your phone.
“New roommate already?” you muttered to yourself. “Great.”
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An hour later, you were outside the airport, the warm LA air hitting your face. It felt completely different from home, no chill in the air, no heavy clouds. Just sunshine, palm trees, and a strange mix of nerves and excitement in your chest.
Your Uber pulled up, and you loaded your suitcases into the trunk.
“First time in LA?” the driver asked as you climbed into the back seat.
“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “I just moved here for college from Canada.”
“Big change from Canada, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
You spent the ride staring out the window, watching the endless streets, the bright signs, and the rows of palm trees. It felt surreal, like you were watching someone else’s life.
By the time you reached campus, your nerves had returned full force.
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You dragged your luggage through the dorm building, wheels bumping loudly over the tile floors. Students and parents filled the hallways, boxes stacked everywhere, doors opening and closing.
You checked the little slip of paper in your hand.
Room 108.
“Okay.. 108, 108, 108,” you mumbled, walking down one hallway, then another.
The numbers didn’t seem to make sense. You passed 102, then 114, then somehow ended up near 105 again.
“Are you kidding me?” you sighed, turning around with your suitcase.
After a few more turns and one very awkward moment of trying to open the wrong door, you finally spotted it.
108.
You let out a breath. “Finally.”
You adjusted your grip on your keys and pushed the door open, not expecting anyone to be there yet.
But the moment the door swung open, you froze.
A tall man stood across the room, unpacking a box onto one of the desks. He had messy brown hair, a short beard, and the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen. He looked up at the sound of the door.
Your eyes widened.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I think I got the wrong dorm.”
You looked down at the key, checking the number again.
“Room 108?” he said, letting out a small laugh.
“Yeah, this is room 108?” you asked, completely confused.
“Yup. Sure is.” He smiled.
“Oh. Okay.” You laughed awkwardly, stepping inside. “Well, I guess I’m your new roommate.”
He walked over and held out his hand.
You shook it, his grip warm and gentle. “Matt Sturniolo.”
You nodded, trying not to stare too much. “Nice to meet you.”
You dragged your suitcases over to the empty bed and started unzipping them, pulling out clothes and stacking them into the dresser. You could feel his presence in the room, and it made you weirdly nervous.
After a few minutes, he grabbed his phone and keys.
“I’m gonna go out with some friends,” he said, slinging a jacket over his shoulder. “I’ll be back later tonight.”
He gave you a small smile, then walked out, closing the door gently behind him.
You stood there in silence for a few seconds.
Then you grabbed your phone.
You immediately called your best friend.
She answered on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Oh my god, Jessica, I have the hottest roommate!” you screamed.
“What?!” she shouted back.
“He’s this tall man with a beard and insanely nice blue eyes!” you said, pacing around the room.
“No way. You’re joking.”
“I’m not! He looks like he should be famous or something. And he was so calm about the whole thing too, like it was totally normal that we’re sharing a dorm.”
Jessica started screaming into the phone, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the nerves from earlier melting away.
You set your phone on speaker and started pulling clothes out of your suitcase.
“He just left to go out with his friends,” you said, folding a sweater and placing it in the drawer. “So now I’m just here unpacking in a room with a hot stranger’s stuff.”
“This is literally the start of a romance movie,” she said.
“Shut up,” you laughed, grabbing your stack of photos from home.
You placed them carefully on your desk, one of you and Jessica at the lake, one of your family, one of your dog.
Your chest tightened a little.
“Okay,” you said quietly. “Now I kind of miss home.”
“Aww,” she said. “It’s only the first day.”
“I know. It just feels weird. Like everything’s different now.”
“But you wanted this,” she reminded you. “New city, new school, new people.”
“And apparently a hot roommate,” you added with a small smile.
She laughed. “You better keep me updated.”
You finished making your bed and sat down on it, looking around the room. It was still half empty, but it was starting to feel like yours.
“Okay,” you said. “I’m going to finish unpacking. I’ll text you later.”
“Miss you already.”
“Miss you too.”
You hung up and set your phone down, the room suddenly quiet again.
Your eyes drifted to the other side of the room, Matt’s bed, his half open boxes, his jacket draped over the chair.
Your heart fluttered just a little.
New city. New school. New roommate.
And somehow, you had a feeling this year was going to change everything.