Nana

Nana

01 ° english/spanish ° she/her ° swiftie ° intp ° virgo ° nurse

Hello! I´m Nana, welcome to enchantedtowriteyou. This is going to be where I post a few of the stories I write. I will be posting +18 fics so MDNI (no dark themes, just good ol´ regular smut).

Groups I write for:

── ⟡ ˙ RIIZE ̟ ⊹

── ⟡ ˙ SEVENTEEN ̟ ⊹

Also might be posting a jun fic for his birthday 😌

summary: you wake up in an unexpected bed after a night out, but you can´t complain

word count: 0.9k

warnings: friends to lovers! kinda, fem reader, a bit suggestive but nothing really explicit or graphic is said or described, dino is really cute, some friendly banter, one night stand!, reader dislikes bananas (same)

a/n: wrote this bc i love dino and i will not tolerate any dino slander in this household. he should only be loved and supported! hope his solo debut with picheolin does great!! i love dino!! <3 as always thank your for reading and i hope you enjoy it.

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when your girlfriends told you the night at the club would get out of control, you didn’t think it meant you’d end up in your best friend’s bed.

"damn it, y/n, this is exactly why you don’t go out," you curse internally as you look at the boy sleeping peacefully in front of you.

his arms are wrappped around your waist, his head resting on your chest, and the last thing you remember is that you were both naked.

you slowly turn, trying not to wake him, carefully slipping his arms off you until you can sit up on the bed. your head immediately throbs at the movement, ´those damm margaritas´ you thought as you run a hand through your hair, scanning the room for your clothes.

you stand as quietly as possible, but as you start putting on your underwear—left at the corner of the bed—chan stirs, stretching across the space where you were before. he opens his eyes just as you finish fastening your bra.

you give him a small nod in greeting while he lazily rubs his eyes, then he just stares at you.

he shrugs before speaking.

"so… is that it? you’re not even going to tell me how i was?"

in contrast to his usually high and lighter tone, his voice now comes out deep and raspy, sending a shiver down your spine.

"how do you not know how you were? " you ask, raising an eyebrow as you slide your pants up your legs.

"i was drunk."

"so was i."

"then we’ll have to do it again"

you throw your blouse at him—the closest thing within reach—making him laugh as he sits up in bed.

"do you want breakfast?"

"chan, it’s two in the afternoon."

"so? it’s a break of the fasting. that still counts."

"wow, here i thught i would receive breakfast in bed"

"look, i’m just as traumatized by last night as you are. i also deserve compensation in the form of food"

you roll your eyes and look at him with a raised brow. slightly outraged at his words despite your own wariness after sleeping with your best friend. you cross your arms at your chest

he just laughs and leans toward you, grabbing you and pulling you down with him. you both end up lying on the bed—again—as he wraps you in the sheets and his arms.

he’s still laughing.

"that’s called a joke, love."

he buries his face in your neck, and you can feel his smile there, making you laugh too. his nose dragging along your skin

"don’t do that

"what are you talking about?"

"don’t touch my neck, you know i’m ticklish," you say between laughs, managing to free your arms and hold his face between your hands.

"that’s not what you were saying last night, was it?"

"shut up, idiot."

he laughs again, placing his hands on your waist.

"i meant it, though. about doing it again," he says, raising his eyebrows playfully. "i think i´d do a lot better if i´m in my five senses"

you stare at him with one eyebrow raised, then narrow your eyes.

"is that your way of asking me to be friends with benefits?"

"it’s my way of asking you to be my girlfriend."

you look at him, stunned, then laugh at the childish smile on his face.

"will i get breakfast in bed?"

"absolutely not."

"then it’s a no from me."

he looks straight into your eyes, his expression shifting from playful to serious.

"asshole," he mutters, before breaking into laughter again like he always does.

you stay like that for about twenty minutes. chan gently plays with your hair while talking about a new choreagraphy he’s been working on , until both your stomachs growl almost at the same time.

"ugh. i’m ordering food," he says, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. "do you want pancakes, or maybe some waffles with some fruit on top?"

you groaned loudly "not those waffles again, you know i-"

he cuts you off.

"...hate the taste banana leaves in food, yeah yeah, sorry baby" he says, brushing his cheek against yours before placing a kiss there. you squint your eyes at him but smile anyways

"i think i’ll go with pancakes today." he smiles slightly, shaking his head. then types away on his phone

"i don’t know why i knew you’d pick that."

"probably because you always take me out for pancakes. actually, let me correct that—i always cook pancakes for you" you emphasize with a finger on his chest tapping every word

"shut up."

"i could’ve cooked" you sighed leaning more into him

"that would require you getting out of bed, " you laugh softly, intertwining your fingers with his.

"we can’t stay in bed forever, chan." he looked at you sassily, staring you down with a small smile on his lips "with that attitude, you can’t"

you both laugh again, continuing to talk while lying in his bed. after the pancakes arrive, reality starts to settle in—it’s sunday, and you have several responsibilities the next day. you can’t stay with chan all day, no matter how much you want to.

"i have to go."

chan pouts, stretching and accidentally kicking a plastic plate onto the floor.

"don’t go."

you get up and put on your blouse.

"you know i have to" he crawls to your side of the bed and sits at the edge, looking up at you with a pout and sad eyes.

"accept my offer to go out with me," he says, pulling you closer with his arms around your waist, resting his chin against your chest.

you laugh softly at how cute he looks.

"why should i?" you circle his broad shoulders with your arms, bringing him even closer

summary: your second date with sohee was a bit more eventful than you had expected

word count: 2.2k

warnings: gender neutral!reader (i tried my best), dry humping, public sex, oral (m receiving), mouth fucking, kinda food play at first?, reader comes from dry humping!

a/n: i wanted to try and write gender neutral, so i hope i did good. i´m in a sohee brainrot rn. im in love with him. i miss pink hair sohee.

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the park was a nice place to have a second date in. it was sunny but not super hot, and you could hear birds chirping while they danced around in tree branches.

your first date with sohee was a mess for the first half, both of you extremely nervous and fidgety. the second half was spent with yours and sohee’s tongues meeting each other in the back seat of your car. it was a nice date.

today, he couldn’t stop his hands from touching you all the time. now sitting under a tree, sohee’s back against the trunk with his legs stretched in front of him, while you sat next to him, your legs stretched diagonally over his.

one of his hands grabbed your thigh as the other gently massaged your ankles and calves.

both of you sat on a blanket, with small plastic bowls—now half empty—with snacks: sliced fruit, chips, and bite-sized sandwiches with cream cheese, and a small plate with a slice of cake with white buttercream on top.

you were telling him about a huge piece of gossip you had found out about at work, animatedly talking, while you could see him staring at you, almost spacing out.

you were boring him to death, damn.

your small, awkward laugh snapped him out of it. "sorry, i’m talking too much. it’s probably not that interesting."

you shyly fixed your hair as you felt your cheeks warm up. sohee looked confused for a moment before shaking his head rapidly.

"no, no, no, that’s not it. i’m totally paying attention." he stumbled over his own words, eyebrows furrowed, taking one of your hands in his. "well, actually, i wasn’t paying attention. sorry."

he squeezed your hand gently and looked at you with a pout.

"it’s your fault, though," he chimed in, lips still pouty while getting closer to you.

"wow. i really didn’t expect you to tell me so directly how boring i was, but thanks, i guess." you felt your stomach sink, your heart speeding from embarrassment.

you and your endless, meaningless, and stupid yapping had ruined your date.

"no, i meant it’s your fault because you are looking so good today… that was all i could really focus on."

or so you thought.

you squinted your eyes at him, and he broke into a full smile, face coming closer to you to place a peck on your furrowed lips.

"way too sweet-talk me, ’hee."

you both laughed, and you kissed him again shortly.

sohee reached out his arm to pick a piece of sliced fruit and offer it to you, placing it in front of your lips.

you looked at him coyly, but opened your mouth for him to place the fruit inside nonetheless. you chewed on it as he smiled at you, reaching to get a few other pieces, and fed them to you one by one.

you couldn’t stop the smile on your lips as you received the fruit happily, watching sohee get happier the more fruit you ate.

after feeding you the last piece of fruit, he came closer and pecked your lips a few times again, holding the side of your face with his hand.

you giggled against his mouth and reached out too, aiming for the cake, and buried your finger in the cream, dragging it along to gather some of the cream on the tip of your index finger.

you offered your cream-covered finger to sohee, looking straight into his eyes with a smug smile yourself. his eyes were wide open and his cheeks red as he took your finger in his mouth to suck the cream off it. you could feel his tongue lap up your skin, then he swallowed and smiled brightly at you once he let your finger out of his mouth.

"sweet."

he reached out to the cake as well and did the same, bringing his finger to your lips, but didn’t wait for you to open your mouth.

he painted your lips white with cream, and before you could protest, he came closer and crashed his lips on yours.

sohee’s hands were placed on your neck and your own held onto his slim waist, both your lips moving together, sliding into each other as the cream got all over your lips and your chin. you sighed into the kiss as sohee’s tongue swirled around your mouth, lapping up the cream.

his tongue tasted sweet against yours as you opened your mouth. you deepened the kiss by tilting your head and shoved sohee’s tongue back into his mouth as your own explored the hot space within.

sohee breathed heavily and pulled your face closer to him, both your tongues now dancing in the middle as your lips pushed into the other’s.

you were running out of breath too, but you paid no mind as you maneuvered your legs to straddle him, feeling his hot, hardening cock through the layers of clothing between you.

he sighed into the kiss again and circled your waist with one of his hands, the other holding tightly onto your hip as you ground your pelvis into his.

"baby," he muttered.

your lips were now on his cheek, kissing up his moles as your hips moved along his erecting cock, a tiny knot beginning to form in your lower belly.

"baby, y/n, stop."

he pulled your lips off his jaw and held your hips to stop your movements. you looked at him worriedly.

"it’s just… we’re in public, baby. we’re in a park. people could see us…"

he caressed your hip lovingly, looking into your eyes with a small pout.

suddenly, you became very aware of your surroundings: the birds chirping, the light breeze hitting your skin, the sound of water flowing from a small fountain you had seen when you arrived.

your cheeks warmed up again, but you thought—really thought—when was the last time someone walked by? how long had it been since you’d seen other visitors around the place you were in? you were pretty sure you hadn’t seen anyone for the past hour.

you let sohee know your thoughts, and he pursed his lips in thought and held his chin, closing his eyes as he deliberated to himself about the situation.

he nodded after two seconds of thought and placed his hands on your hips again. "ok, let’s keep going then."

"wow. here i thought you would need a lot more convincing."

you perched yourself more on his lap, starting your movements once again.

"shut up."

he rolled his eyes, and your lips were glued to his the next second.

hands roaming your bodies as your tongues licked the other’s mouth and you ground your pelvis into his, stronger now.

sohee’s mouth was on your neck, sucking under your jaw and then softly licking the spot, moving to nibble on every bit of skin close to him.

he was moaning shamelessly now as your hips met each other’s rhythmic movements. sohee bit harshly down your shoulder, and you let out a moan.

the friction of his hard, covered cock against you was making the knot in your lower belly tighten, and you almost screamed when sohee flexed his legs, stepping with his heel on the blanket beneath you, and began lightly thrusting into you as well.

both of you whimpering pathetically at the new friction between your hot crotches.

you helped and began bouncing on him, legs tightening on either side of his hips, the friction in both your groins making your eyes roll back from pleasure. you threw your head back, and sohee kissed your chest, up your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin until he reached your lips and captured them in a kiss.

his hands on your waist again as he helped you move, while you shoved your tongue in his mouth, drowning in his sounds.

"let’s switch," he spoke breathlessly into your mouth.

you looked at him.

"you lay down. let me get on top."

you obliged, the knot in your stomach tightening by the second. you watched sohee as you two maneuvered into this new position: his eyes glossy, lips swollen and red, neck blooming with your marks, and beads of sweat on his forehead.

sohee thrusted his clothed cock into you once again, weight on top of you with his forearms next to your head, him between your legs as he repeatedly rubbed his cock against you, and your legs circled his hips, bringing him closer to you.

"sohee, oh—"

you swore you could feel his tip rub the perfect spot for you, and with his tongue licking yours, and his fingers pinching your nipple, the knot in your stomach snapped and you came in your pants. hard.

holding onto his waist, pulling him to you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned his name repeatedly, coming down from your high, with sohee still grinding himself on you.

"did you come?" he asked breathlessly, pecking your lips as you tried to regain your breath.

you nodded and felt a tear well in your eye and roll down your cheek. "please come, hee."

he placed his forehead on yours.

"oh, fuck."

he thrusted harder now, moaning in your mouth as he grabbed your hips to increase the friction between your bodies.

"i want you to come inside, hee."

if he wasn’t on his forearms, he was sure his elbows would have given out right then and there. he kissed you again.

"you know i can’t, baby," he managed to say as you sucked on his tongue, moaning around it.

"yes, you can," you moaned again, his cock hot and pulsing against you, his hips not stilled. "come in my mouth."

sohee seemed bewildered for a second, looking into your eyes for reassurance. you nodded and pecked his swollen lips.

the knot in his stomach about to burst as well, sohee quickly got on his knees and moved up your body, his thighs around your shoulders as he fiddled with his jeans, taking his cock out and inching it closer to your face.

his cock was hard, the tip red, and it stood tall over your face. you salivated, seeing it for the first time.

"open up."

your mouth was all his as he slid his cock into it slowly, until the tip reached the back of your throat, his balls on your chin.

you held onto his ass as he moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as he began moving in and out of your mouth.

"you good?" he checked, eyebrows furrowed, watching a sole tear fall from your eye again as he kept thrusting inside your mouth at a slow pace.

you gave him a thumbs up, and he sped up a little, holding your head in place, pressed into the blanket now, as he moved his hips to thrust his cock into your mouth, drool all over your lips and his sliding cock.

he was getting closer, you guessed from the way he gripped your hair lightly and bit his lower lip. from down here, you could see a sliver of his slim waist and his abs, contracting with every move of his hips.

"fuck, your mouth is amazing."

his moans went higher and his thrusts became sloppier.

he leaned forward and planted his hands beyond your head, fully thrusting his cock—roughly rather than carefully—into your mouth. you gagged around him and tried to breathe through your nose amidst his rapid rutting.

he came inside your mouth and down your throat with a long groan, followed by a pathetic whimper, his stomach contracting as you sucked on his cock, milking him dry. you felt his toh cum run down your throat

you felt him soften in your mouth as his breath evened out and he slid his cock out, falling limp against your face, and you took the chance to lightly kiss it. he let out a surprised laugh from above you and got off your chest.

sohee put his cock back into his pants and zipped them up, coming down to lay next to you. now laying on your side, you watched him.

he kissed your lips a few times before speaking. "that was…"

you nodded and kissed him again, deeper this time, his tongue softly playing with yours.

"it has been a great second date, yes."

you scrunched your nose as you laughed lightly, and sohee snickered, pecking your lips once again.

"yeah, didn’t expect this to happen so quickly," he caressed your side with his fingers. "but then again, it’s your fault, looking so good today, just waiting to get fucked."

"language!"

you pinched his cheek, laughing, face warming up from embarrassment, chest warming up with fondness.

"are you sure you’re okay, though? are you satisfied enough?" he questioned with bright eyes. "asking because i will happily return the favor."

he smiled mischievously.

"don’t worry about it, i’m fine. we’ll have plenty of time later," you kissed his lips again, "and privacy."

you laughed again in surprise, both looking around the park in search of someone who could have seen the whole thing. but it was still empty.

"i don’t want to waste time with you, baby." he kissed you deeply again, his hand grazing your hip, just above the waistband of your jeans.

"i want you all to myself now."

his fingers moved past your waistband and into your underwear.

part 3 from the ¿Donde es el after? series

song: El amor se ve by rawayana and servando & florentino

summary: sohee wants to show you the way life looks with you by his side

word count: 1.3k

warnings: sohee says "fucking", friends to lovers!, fem reader, mention of alcohol

a/n: i love sohee. i really enjoyed writing sohee, it made me smile all the time and i will look forward to writing more fics about him !!!! i love sohee <3

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for the longest part of your friendship, sohee and you had tried to fight the stereotype that men and women can’t be friends. but they can. you had proved it time and time again, being nothing but each other’s ride or die for years.

until that god-forsaken end-of-the-year party, a month ago.

there had been too much alcohol, too many people on the dance floor pushing you and sohee together, leaving almost no space between you. your lips met in a soft, then heated kiss as you danced, something both of you later tried to classify as a minor life event. at first.

yeah, kissing your best friend of years and not being able to stop thinking about their lips is definitely a minor life event.

you had tried to play it cool, even if you had to stop yourself from staring at sohee’s full lips for a second longer than normal. and sohee noticed, and you knew he noticed. he was just such a good guy—you knew he wanted to spare you the embarrassment.

but sohee couldn’t stop thinking about the party either. about the way your lips moved against his, how you grabbed his neck to pull him closer, how your chests pressed together as he deepened the kiss. wow. there he was, trailing off again. sigh.

he knew you two had a reputation. every time someone talked about the impossibility of a boy and a girl being friends, y/n and sohee were mentioned. even if everyone in your friend group had been expecting you two to get together, it had never crossed your mind that the day might actually come.

so you’ve been pretending as if nothing ever happened between you.

and it was killing sohee, because all he wanted was to have your lips on his forever.

he didn’t think a kiss could change him this much. he was now looking at you differently—looking at life differently, even.

water tasted crisper, ice cubes felt perfectly shaped, toast came out golden on both sides, and the right songs always seemed to play on the radio.

now he wasn’t just looking at his best friend when he looked at you; all he could see was a girl with bright eyes and the cutest smile he had ever known.

the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on was the same person who would fight him over a piece of bread on a normal day.

sohee tried talking to you. he wanted to have the talk. you, on the other hand, seemed to do everything in your power to avoid it.

“yes, we kissed, sohee. so what?” you muttered, angrily tapping on the keyboard in front of you, your face buried in the computer at the café. “friends kiss each other all the time. our friends always do it.” but sohee could see the expression you made every time you were embarrassed.

“besides, we were drunk, so it doesn’t count… right?” you finished as your character in the game died. you looked at him sheepishly and stretched back in your chair.

sohee sighed and shook his head, his eyes going back to his own screen as he tried to save your team. but it was no use.

“you suck at this game.”

you both stayed in silence for a minute as you drank your cold beverages.

a drop of your drink slipped from the corner of your mouth, and sohee wiped it away quickly with his thumb. you looked at him and smiled, scrunching your nose in embarrassment. you were always making a mess. “also, you can’t blame the alcohol on this one, y/n.” you both went back to angrily smashing the keyboards. “a kiss is a kiss, dummy. and we both wanted it.” he groaned in annoyance when your character got killed again—he now had to try to finish the level on his own.

“tsk. talking about a kiss not counting like it’s some fucking game we’re playing.” he shook his head again, and you pushed it softly, biting back a smile as you looked at him. he looked so hot when he played like that.

he managed to get your team to victory, both your characters doing a happy dance with restored lives, eight orange hearts floating above their heads.

that’s how life with you has felt since the kiss, he thought, glancing over at you as you danced in your chair to the game’s music. even when you did nothing to win, you were still cute.

so now he decided to make you see it. not that you didn’t already—he knew you felt the same way. you were just too proud to admit it. he wanted you to admit that your friendship had become something more.

you grabbed a handful of napkins as you walked away from the ice cream parlor, strolling down the path by the beach.

despite having twenty different flavors to choose from, sohee had picked plain vanilla. you had complained about it, but that was just how he was. and when he pouted like that… well, you had briefly wondered what it would feel like to kiss it away, and that alone had been enough to stop your teasing.

the sun was setting slowly over the water. birds flew overhead, and the salty breeze brushed against your skin. the sky stretched out in shades of orange and pink, blending softly with white clouds.

you nudged his side gently to get his attention. “look at the sky today.”

sohee’s bright eyes lifted in awe for a moment before he smiled, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he pulled his phone from his pocket and pointed the camera at you.

“what are you doing? hey, stop that.” you swatted at his phone, but he had already taken the picture. he turned the screen toward you.

it was, in very few words, the best picture ever taken of you. your expression was surprised, caught mid-reaction, but you fit perfectly into the background—the sunset at its peak, the water sparkling, and a flock of birds behind you forming the shape of a heart in the sky.

you looked at sohee. your face felt hot, your heart pounding in your chest, in your ears. he met your gaze as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, grinning.

“the birds…” you trailed off, distracted by the moles on his cheek, highlighted by the sunlight.

he hummed, licking his ice cream with a small smile, urging you to continue.

“the birds made a heart while they were flying… in your picture.” you were smiling now too.

“that’s what i see every time i’m with you, y/n.” he adjusted his cap. “i see hearts everywhere. life just feels better when i get to see your face.” he took a step closer.

“especially after the kiss.”

you shook your head, stepping closer as well. you had to admit it—everything had felt brighter, better, after tasting his lips for the first time.

you grabbed his collar and pulled him close, both of you smiling like idiots.

“you have to understand this,” sohee said, his free hand settling on your waist. “i’m about to kiss you even though you just ate something coconut-flavored. and that’s only because i love you.”

you both laughed before your lips met in a slow, deep kiss. sohee sighed into your mouth, and you pressed your chest against his. your lips moved in sync, his soft as ever as you tilted your head to deepen it. he let out a quiet sound as your tongues brushed.

your hand slipped into his hair, accidentally knocking his hat off—straight into his ice cream. both fell to the ground.

you froze mid-kiss, and sohee pulled back, glancing down at the fallen hat and melted ice cream with a sigh.

“you and your clumsy ass, damn.”

but you kissed him again, and he placed both hands on your hips, letting out a small complaint before pulling you closer anyway.

summary: seems like all sungchan wanted was to kiss you

word count: 0.7k

warnings: fem! Reader, not exactly smut, but there is a bit of dry hump at the end (if you blink you might miss it), and a lot of neck kissing and making out, so mdni

a/n: ….you dont understand the CHOKEHOLD sungchan has on me ever since i met him in nct 2020. I love him, i want him

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sungchan wanted to watch a movie. it was his idea.

he brought the snacks, the drinks, he set up his streaming account — the one you refused to pay for. you’d gotten comfortable on the couch, a fluffy blanket over both their laps, and sungchan, as always, closer to you than strictly necessary.

so if he'd planned this whole thing, and he'd set everything up, and he'd been so excited about this movie — why wasn't he watching it?

why did sungchan have one arm around your shoulders and the other wrapped around your front, while his mouth was pressed to the junction between your jaw and neck?

sungchan was not watching the movie. and you couldn't focus on it either, not that you were trying very hard.

he sucked softly at the pulse point on your neck, then exhaled and released the skin — only to kiss the spot briefly before continuing his slow, deliberate work down your throat.

"mmm, sungchan," you breathed, feeling him press wet kisses along the skin above your collarbone.

the hand on your waist pulled you tighter against him, and sungchan dragged his tongue along the curve where your neck met your shoulder before biting the skin there, softly.

his kisses traveled back up your neck — wet, unhurried, deliberate. you could feel his breath warm against your skin between each one. you shivered in your seat feeling t tip if his tongue run along your skin

sungchan held you against his chest, arms solid around you, while he kissed behind your ear. you gasped when his tongue grazed just below it. he caught your earlobe between his teeth and you moaned.

your panties dampened, way more than when he first placed his lips on your skin. you pressed yourself closer to him and tilted your neck to the side, giving him more room.

"you're beautiful," sungchan murmured under your jaw, kissing the skin like he was kissing your mouth. "i love kissing you." his lips traveled down until he reached your collarbone, where he dragged his teeth lightly over the bone and licked there.

then his kisses came back up — wet and warm, his full lips and tongue finding every inch of skin on your neck, leaving a mark on one side, before making their way to your jaw. short kisses on your chin, your cheek, and finally your lips.

the hand at your waist moved to cup the back of your neck, and sungchan guided your face toward his, exhaling a sharp breath when your lips met his.

he licked at your lips and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. your hands found his shoulders and you kissed him back with everything you had, pulling a gasp out of him against your mouth.

taking the opening, you slid your tongue into his mouth and pressed it against his, fighting for control, sucking hard. sungchan moaned against you, and with both hands cradling your face, he deepened the kiss again — both your lips moving together, your breathing tangled.

both your lungs were burning. you needed air. but you couldn't pull your mouth from his. and he kept you close to his body while his lips kept gliding against yours.

one of his hands wound into your hair and pulled, tilting your head back, and then it was his turn — his tongue sliding into your mouth, in and out, slowly. all you could do was moan and try to suck at it between strokes. finally you grabbed him and sealed your lips together again: open, hot, messy, a thin line of saliva at your chin, sungchan biting your lower lip hard.

when you two finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing unevenly. sungchan's pupils were blown wide, his full lips swollen and red. you were probably looking the same.

once you'd both caught your breath — sungchan stealing short kisses between — you swung one leg over his lap and settled yourself astride him, your wet center pressed directly over his hardened member through the fabric of his pants.

you held each other's gaze for a few seconds. then sungchan moved your hips against his with his hands, and he groaned while you bit your lower lip, barely holding back a smirk.

"if this is what you wanted from the beginning, you didn't have to put on a whole performance about a movie you weren't going to watch for more than ten minutes."

sungchan had already moved his mouth back to your neck, this time to the hollow between your collarbones, sucking there. he looked up at you from that position and smiled, reached for the remote, and clicked the tv off — letting it fall to the floor.

part 2 from the ¿Dónde es el after? series

Song: soltero by rawayana

summary: you and wonbin broke up and he misses you.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: idol! wonbin, exes to lovers!, fem reader but not specified except for one time i think. he´s a bisexual in this, sorry not sorry. its implicit that reader gets called a b1tch but apologies are said.

a/n: so this one was really hard. tbh i think im super dumb but i just couldnt relate any song from the album to wonbin (you´ll see me saying this every part hsjsak). the song is about finally being single and expecting everyone who ever flirted with you to come back to you, and the singer says something like , i hope nobody backs down bc im finally single, or along the lines of it. anyhow. this was the fic, wonbin is hot and i would def throw myself at him if i could. hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading!

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you were a pain in the ass. that’s all wonbin has been thinking for the past 9 days, ever since you two broke up. it was a stupid argument, really. you had made fun of him without really intending to hurt him, but he was feeling stressed, with his album promotions coming to an end. he was tired and a little on edge, so he snapped, and you got into a huge fight.

which, of course, ended up with one of his guitars broken, a screaming match between you two, and now wonbin rolling his eyes in annoyance after smelling the perfume you wear on one of the stylists. you were a very big pain in his ass.

“i don’t want to see you ever again, park wonbin,” you had pointed a finger at him, screaming from the threshold of his apartment.

“yeah, as if i ever wanted to even get a glimpse of your face, dipshit,” he had screamed back.

but why was he still so fond of you?

he was sick and tired of missing you. you had called each other names he hated to even think of. but then, why did his anger toward you only last a day? he tried to reach out to you, but you had blocked his number, his manager’s, his parents’, and all his socials.

he needed to stop feeling like this, so he looked to set his attention on a new project. since his promotions were over and he was given a small break, he thought of filling his mind with something else.

a rebound.

he knew it wasn’t exactly ethical, or a good thing to do. but he wanted you—needed you—out of his head, and his heart.

wonbin is hot. very attractive. everyone knows that. even people who don’t listen to his music agree on his appealing visuals. so he has always had people after him, pursuing him, flirting with him, even when they knew he was with you.

it should’ve been easy, so he decided to hit up his most loyal pursuers.

first, a girl from another company, a soloist. she was older than him, and tried to get in his pants whenever she could. he stared at the chat for a moment before typing, thumb hovering over the screen. this was what he wanted, right? a distraction.

after texting her, letting her know he was finally interested (he wasn’t) and single, he waited.

and waited.

when her reply finally came in, it was hesitant. dry. nothing like how she used to be with him. he was annoyed.

this was pointless.

second, an actor. he was always complimenting his looks and vocals in every show he was on. and every time he caught a glimpse of wonbin, he was all over him, begging for his attention.

so the moment wonbin saw him at a mutual friend’s get-together, he flirted back, expecting the same reaction as always. he waited for him to chase him. but he didn’t, instead, he just smiled awkwardly, and mentioned he was in a relationship now. he had gotten tired of waiting.

wonbin was way more annoyed now. they had been his top picks, after that, wonbin decided to just look for anyone and everyone who had shown interest in him.

he only wanted a little love.

but every conversation felt forced. every laugh sounded wrong. every single person who had flirted with him while in a relationship seemed to be in another place, one where he was no longer wanted. not like that.

wonbin hated the fact that the one time he is actually free to do anything he wants, nobody wanted him.

now, after seventeen days of having gone no contact with you (by your decision), and having been rejected or ignored by every person who had sent any type of flirty sign his way, he was starting to think his actual charm—the reason why everyone wanted a piece of him—was you. not your presence per se, but he knew you made him happy, and it showed. that’s probably what everybody was attracted to.

“do i seem happy?” he asked one of his friends as they sat on plastic stools, their edges sinking into the sand below them. they looked at each other and laughed. wonbin rolled his eyes. “guys, seriously.”

“why are you asking?” one of them said. he gave them a look. “okay, well, yes, you have obviously been down since you broke up with y/n, but you don’t necessarily look sad or anything.”

“not all the time, at least,” another one chimed in.

so he told them his theory. they laughed at him again.

they were at a beach party. it was already dark, the sun barely visible on the horizon over the ocean. a tent had been set up, with a small bar and a few tables, managing to lose the beachy vibe with all the luxury items, even while being on the beach.

wonbin wore a white open linen shirt, a white tank top underneath, and denim shorts. an orange flower—placed by the hostess at the entrance—rested on his ear. his hair styled messily.

this was one of the few moments people in the industry could relax. and he was relaxing.

but then he saw you.

short summer dress and sandals. bracelets on your wrists and a flower crown on your head. you were laughing with your friends, your feet buried in the sand. you looked beautiful. his heart sped up inside his ribcage.

he was staring, and his friends followed his gaze. they all sighed after spotting you.

“you’re going to talk to her, right?” wonbin was already on his feet, handing his drink to one of his friends.

he walked towards you. you caught sight of him and froze for a second. then you smiled. you fucking smiled at him. you quickly mouthed something to your friends, who tried to stop you, but you waved them off.

you stopped right in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“park wonbin.”

“y/n…” his eyes dropped to your lips for a second and you scoffed. “…can we talk?”

you two walked to the beach and stood on the shore, your sandals in your hand while your feet soaked in the water. both facing the ocean.

“i’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he spoke quietly into the salty breeze.

“yeah? am i a bitch in your head too? or only a real-life thing?” he groaned at your snarky remark and hid his face in his hands. he knew you wouldn’t forget he called you that during the fight. and you shouldn’t forget it.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” you side-eyed him, then looked ahead.

“are you sorry for the way we ended, or sorry for trying to get laid by everyone and their mother?” you crossed your arms again. you looked at each other, holding eye contact for a second longer. he reached out to hold your hand, and you didn’t stop him.

“i’m sorry for the way everything went down. and i still love you. i tried to forget you, but i couldn’t.” he took a step closer to you, now fully facing you and holding both your hands in his. “you have always been the one for me. i wouldn’t be able to get over you in a million years. and i’m sorry for the way i spoke to you.”

you listened to his every word with a small pout on your lips.

“would you find it in you to forgive me? and come back to me?” wonbin stepped closer and could now smell your perfume again from up close. god, he had missed you.

you sighed and shook your head, looking at him with shiny eyes.

“would you find it in you to forgive me…?” you trailed off, taking his face in your hands. “for smashing your guitar on the floor?”

he laughed, and you smiled, looking at him.

he pulled you into him, his hands on your hips. and you finally placed your lips on his. the air seemed to stop around you two.

you were finally kissing your (ex) boyfriend after seventeen days of trying not to cry—and failing—whenever something reminded you of him. your lips fell into a smooth rhythm against each other as your hands trailed along each other’s bodies, grazing longingly whatever was in their way.

you pulled away, both gasping for air. wonbin sighed against your lips, and you pressed your forehead to his.

“i guess we’re both forgiven, then?” you spoke, circling his neck with your arms, his hands around your waist, pulling you closer.

chests pressed together, you could feel his breathing and the fast beating of his heart through your clothes. his eyes closed in a relaxed expression, his lips moist from the kiss.

“i’m assuming we’re both back together from now on, so you better forgive me,” he said.

you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, threading the hair at the nape of his neck with your fingers.

“because i’m not letting you go anywhere, starting now.” he smiled at you and pulled you in for another kiss.

wonbin was a sought-after man.

an orange sky with you next to me, red wine in a coffe cup — se vienen cositas by rawayana

Welcome to my new series, ¿Dónde es el after?, meaning Where is the after? in english. The photo is the album cover from venezuelan pop-reggae band called Rawayana.

I loved this album, it means a lot to me and i wanted to mix two things that matter to me the most, which is riize and this album.

Every member will have a oneshot, inspired by a song from the album. Each one with a beachy vibe.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I will like writing it! oh and listen to rawayana!

small series masterlist

inglés en miami - anton

soltero - wonbin

el amor se ve - sohee

part 1 from the ¿Dónde es el after? series

Song: inglés en miami by rawayana.

summary: you are an exchange student and anton likes you.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: suggestive at the end, non idol and music student! anton. fem! reader. fluff. reader is studying photograph and i know nothing about it so i apologize for any dumb shit said.

a/n: sooo. i was writing something else entirely. and this idea came up to me. ingles in miami has another vibe, more flirsty and stuff but i dont think i really see anton like that, he´s more like a yearner so i kinda gave it a little twist here. first time writing anton, so i hope i did some justice! hope you like it and thanks for reading <3

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goodbyes suck. anton had always known that. every time he went back to korea to visit his family on christmas, he and his family suffered after waving goodbye, knowing it would be another year before he could see them again.

now, watching you gulp down a vodka cranberry, with the sun hitting your skin, glowing golden by the beach water and the sand. you laughed, barely understanding the joke one of anton’s friends made, one of the girls leaning to your side, doubling over with laughter; his heart felt heavier than ever.

you noticed him looking at you. you stared into his eyes for a second longer, then smiled coyly before looking away. he felt his cheeks warm up and sighed deeply. despite the beautiful sunset by the beach, his friends cracking jokes, having drinks and snacks. it was the perfect setting. they were all having fun. so why was he feeling so blue?

right. this was a meeting to say goodbye to you. you had all gotten together to have your final moments as a group.

at least, as a group with you in it.

anton could only remember the day he first saw you, six months ago, at the beginning of the new year.

your bright eyes as one of anton’s friends gave you a quick tour of the university. you were bundled up in a scarf and a padded jacket, asking questions and making his friend laugh. she caught sight of him and walked closer, you trailing behind her.

“anton, hi,” she smiled at him, but he couldn’t help but stare at you—bright, inquisitive eyes looking him over, stopping for a second on the cello case sitting on his right shoulder. “this is y/n, she’s an exchange student. she studies photography. i’m showing her around.” she turned to you, who smiled at him excitedly. “y/n, this is anton, he’s one of my friends.”

you held out your hand to him, and he shook it slowly.

“nice to meet you, anton.” your smile melted his insides. it was so sweet. he felt his chest warm despite the cold weather. Even the cello resting on his right shoulder felt lighter when you smiled at him.  

“welcome to our school, y/n. you’re gonna hate it here.”

the three of you laughed.

two days later, your extroverted personality had already made its way into anton’s friend group. even if your english wasn’t the best, your expressive face and your ability to read people were enough to help you communicate.

you had managed to explain, in somewhat broken english, that you decided to study abroad to build your resume, to take pictures of different scenery and landscapes—other than the ones in your country. besides that, you wanted to improve your english speaking.

anton thought, honestly, watching you down tequila shots like they were water, ‘nobody really learns english like that.’

he didn’t mind, though.

he enjoyed your company, and you made him come out of his shell a little.

“what do you like to do best, anton?” you had asked one time, when he came to help you look for a specific flower that grew near campus, in a small park with a flower field. you needed to photograph it for your final portfolio. “in your free time, i mean.”

he smiled at you as you both walked along a small stone path, complimenting your improving english.

“i like making music,” he said, shrugging.

you crouched down, finally seeing in real life the orange flower you had dreamed of photographing since before your trip. you looked at him disapprovingly and shook your head as you began taking pictures of it, using the natural light.

“that’s what you do in school every day, anton.” the camera clicked as you angled it different ways, trying to capture the flower and the small field around it. “there has to be something else. or is music all you think about?”

you seemed pleased with one of the pictures after reviewing it, so you stood up, finding him in the same spot—tall, hair slightly tousled, wearing a denim jacket. you swallowed and aimed your lens at him.

blue sky behind him, his sharp, handsome features slightly surprised for a second before turning into a small, awkward smile—already used to your impromptu photography shenanigans.

you smiled at him when you were done capturing him, then began looking through your pictures.

anton stepped closer and leaned down to your level to look at them as you reviewed them again. you were very close to each other—you could feel his breath on your face.

and you could feel him looking at you, instead of your camera.

“i also think about you, sometimes,” he muttered. you could have missed it if you hadn’t been so close. your eyes lifted to his. his were already on yours.

your hands went to his neck and jaw, pulling him toward your lips. he sighed into you and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. your lips moved softly against each other, and you tilted your head, deepening the kiss. anton’s hands felt hot against you through your clothes.

you pulled apart after a while, breaths uneven, eyes closed. only then did you realize you were on your tiptoes, holding onto his shoulders.

“okay, i lied,” anton said, brushing your lips with his. “i actually think about you all the damn time.”

you laughed against his mouth and kissed him again.

after that, you had been attached at the hip. in every possible sense. the months that followed were filled with anton walking you to and from your classes, giving you very private (and nicely rewarded) english lessons, and lots of coffee dates in his improvised studio.

you had grown used to each other’s presence. anton had sung countless unfinished songs into your ear. you had taken pictures of him every chance you got, and you had always found ways to sneak away together during group hangouts.

the six months you spent with them—with him—had been amazing. you were sad to see it end. but you were sure you would meet again.

even if your “relationship” with anton had never been defined, he couldn’t help but develop feelings for you. so now, sitting on the sand with your friends, drinking and laughing, he felt his heart ache as he watched you smile.

he knew it wasn’t a fully happy smile. Because he knew you better than anyone on that beach. And he didn’t want you to go.

he offered to drive you home, since you were leaving early in the morning and had asked everyone not to go to the airport—not even him. so dropping you off at your apartment would be the last moments he had with you.

he parked in front of your building. you both looked at each other with a heavy silence filling the car.

“you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the airport tomorrow?” he asked, hands gripping the steering wheel. “i think it’s better if you don’t,” you said quietly.

anton nodded, exhaling, “can i kiss you one last time, then?”

your shoulders relaxed, and you smiled, leaning across the console to press your lips to his.

“i’ll miss you,” he exhaled between kisses. you didn’t answer—you just climbed onto his lap, straddling him. you hugged him closer, arms around his neck, pressing your chest to his as you kissed him again, more desperate this time.

his hands moved over you, holding onto every part of you he could reach. the faint smell of salt from the beach still lingered. your hips began moving slowly against him, and you both sighed, and he held you tighter.

you bit his lip and pulled away, looking at him with a mischievous smile. his eyes were wide—you were sure yours looked the same. “come inside?” you asked.