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nsfw headcanons | Ha Eun-Gyeol x reader

pairing: Ha Eun-Gyeol x afab!reader

wc: 711, genre: smut (mdni!)

@anon: thank youuu, feel free to requests more about it him when my reqs are open again cause I love his whiny ass sm

- he’s huge but so soft and delicate in bed

- definitely praises you during it

- moves on fast, like you had your first kiss a few days ago and he’s already eager to move to the next step

- foodie! He can cook and he likes to go eat, so make sure you eat before getting to it because he’s grumpy when he’s hungry, edging you until you’re getting irritated

- always gifts you something that reminded him of you, doesn’t make a big deal out of it either

- locks the door if you’re fucking in his room but he doesn’t care about the volume (mean as it sounds, his family cannot hear you)

- won’t talk about his sex life with anyone- not his band, he has no friends and neither with his brother (who is such a whore player btw)

- acts of service: won’t hesitate to run all the way across town to get you your favourite treat if he upset you in any way

ᯓ‎♪ FOREPLAY

- his love language is quality time so he’s spending every free minute with you anyways — he’s your best friend, too, cause with a boyfriend like that there’s no chance to have enough time to get to know new people

- you’re making him chase you every time cause teasing him is so much fun (he’s easy to rage bait) but when he’s caught you, he’s covering you in hickeys, “make you remember the consequences for next time”

ᯓ‎♪ DURING IT

- lots of exploring for sure, wants to know what touch gets certain reactions out of you

- tries to draw as many lewd sounds as you as possible and if he finds a spot that has you make a new one, he’s adding it to the list

- teasing start, begins by prodding at your entrance, chuckling when you start clenching around nothing

- has you drenched before he even moves to remove your panties

- no matter what you’re doing, he’s always praising you through kisses

- not fucking you for the act itself but for the intimacy of it

- no toys, no hurry, he wants to draw it out for as long as he can

- fucks you backstage as well — he gets off on those rockstar/ fan roleplays

ᯓ‎♪ ON YOU

- loves to experiment

- would fuck you with a popsicle, sheer curiosity winning him over

- fingering you to get his dick hard, loves the sound of your slick being spread against your folds — likes to show you what things other than signing and playing guitar those hands are capable of

- goes down on you whenever he’s had a bad day, will encourage you to wrap your thighs against his head to drown out the noises, helping him concentrate on your scent and taste solely — that way he doesn’t have to talk about it either

ᯓ‎♪ON HIM

- can’t get enough of getting blowjobs

- takes way too many showers a day, keeping himself pristine just in case you were up for it or in the mood

- loves the sensation of getting hickeys, feeling the warmness of your wet tongue lapping over the tender skin while you suck it raw but hates the sight of it— would always hide them if he found any

- at the beginning of your relationship he struggled to find a spot to look at whenever you gave him a handjob but as time grew and with it your intimacy he found himself mesmerised with the look of concentration of your face, eyebrows knitted and mouth slightly agape, while you tried your best to draw his orgasm out

ᯓ‎♪ AFTERCARE

- his favorite part

- scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, seats you between his legs in the bathtub with your back to his chest and he’ll trail his lips along your pulse just to see if there’s any spark left that he forgot to tend to

- loves washing your hair and will sometimes finger you in the bathtub, the water just adding to your pleasure (experiments with the shower head as well)

- big spoon -> he likes covering you like a blanket, waiting for you to fall limp in his arms before letting the sleep get to him— with his clingy self weighing you down, you’re not getting up until he says so

📎 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐬 & 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

✎ pairing: Eungyeol x fem!reader ✎ genre: angst, slow-burn, protective!Eungyeol, hurt/comfort, first kiss ✎ warnings: violence, mentions of blood/bruising, swearing, emotional tension ✎ word count: ~400 ✎ summary: Eungyeol doesn’t talk much. But he always makes sure you’re okay. Even if it means spilling blood. Even if it means breaking his silence just for you. ✎ a/n: justice for eungyeol girlies 🫡 this man is silently obsessed and i love him for it

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You always knew there was something different about Ha Eun-gyeol.

It wasn’t just his music, or the way he carried himself like someone older than he really was. It was in his quietness — a calm, composed stillness that made people lean in just to hear him speak, even if he rarely did. You’d grown used to his silences, reading meaning in his glances, his body language, the way he tucked your hair behind your ear when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

So when you saw that look in his eyes — the shift from gentle quiet to something sharper, heavier — you knew something was wrong.

It started during lunch break. You were grabbing snacks from the vending machine outside school, your mind replaying the scene from last night’s drama when the male lead finally confessed — loud, messy, and over-the-top. You’d turned to tease Eun-gyeol about how he could never be that dramatic, but he wasn’t beside you.

Instead, you heard your name spoken behind you, followed by a snide laugh.

You turned to see two boys from another class standing way too close. One leaned against the vending machine, eyes raking over you like you were something to be evaluated.

"Didn’t know you were friends with the deaf kid," one sneered.

"Yeah, must be nice. Quiet boyfriend and all."

You stiffened, the heat rising in your chest. "Say that again," you snapped.

They laughed, brushing past you — shoulder-checking you harder than necessary.

“Hey!” you turned, anger flaring, but before you could step after them—

—you felt a hand on your shoulder. Gentle. Steady. Familiar.

Eun-gyeol.

You hadn’t even heard him come up. But the moment you turned, his eyes were locked on the two boys, who hadn’t noticed him yet. His jaw was clenched tight, lips pressed into a flat line. You could feel tension radiating off him like static.

“Eun—” you started, but he was already moving.

It wasn’t loud. There was no shouting. Just swift footsteps and a blur of motion as he grabbed the first boy by the collar and slammed him back against the wall. The sound echoed like thunder, turning heads. The second guy tried to intervene — mistake. Eun-gyeol dodged the swing and drove his fist into his gut, sending him sprawling.

One of them reached for something in his pocket — you panicked, stepping forward—

“Stop!” you shouted.

But Eun-gyeol moved faster, knocking the boy’s wrist aside and twisting it until the item clattered to the ground — just a metal pen, but your heart still thundered like it was a weapon.

It was over in seconds.

He stood there, chest heaving, hair falling into his eyes, his fist still clenched.

The courtyard had fallen silent.

You ran to him, grabbing his arm. “Eun-gyeol.”

Only then did he look at you.

He didn’t say a word. He just stared, eyes wide — not with rage now, but something closer to fear. Like he was worried you’d look at him differently.

Like he wasn’t the boy who walked you home in the rain, or made you mixtapes just because.

“Come on,” you whispered, pulling him away before teachers arrived.

You didn’t let go of his hand until you reached the old music room, your secret place. The door closed behind you with a soft click.

Eun-gyeol leaned against the wall, head lowered.

You stepped closer, brushing his knuckles. They were red.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded once, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He didn’t sign. Didn’t speak.

Just stood there, breathing quietly, until finally you stepped in and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“You scared me,” you mumbled into his chest. “But… thank you.”

His arms slowly came around you. He held you tight — tighter than usual. Like he needed to know you were safe. Like his silence could never say it loud enough.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

His throat bobbed. Then, slowly, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone.

One note already typed.

“Because you already know what I’d say.”

You blinked, and before you could respond, he typed again.

“You’re mine. They don’t get to talk to you like that.”

You swallowed. “I’m not a thing to be owned, you know.”

He typed one last thing.

“Not owned. Just… someone I want to protect.”

You looked up at him, heart softening, the sting of earlier long forgotten.

And when you leaned in to kiss him, he met you halfway — hesitant at first, like always. But as soon as your fingers found his shirt collar and tugged him closer, his hands slid to your waist and pulled you into his warmth.

The kiss deepened. Your back hit the wall, and you gasped into his mouth. He kissed you like he was still angry — not at you, never at you, but at the thought of anyone else ever making you feel unsafe. It was all there in the way he gripped your waist, tilted his head, stole every breath you had.

His hands didn’t wander, but they held you like they needed to remember every curve of your body. Your heart pounded as he kissed down your jaw, slow, like he had nowhere else to be. And when he looked at you again, eyes heavy-lidded and sincere—

You whispered, “I like you best when you don’t need words.”

The idea would be a fanfic where the reader takes Cheong Ah's place, but without the deafness theme. She and Yi-chan have been childhood friends with a friends-to-lovers dynamic, and they are polar opposites: while Yi-chan is extroverted and a disaster at school, the reader is rather introverted and an excellent student.

In this scenario, Eungyeol is the future son of both, and when he travels to the past he discovers that his father is not in love with the reader, but with Choi Se-kyung. This frustrates him a lot, so he not only complains to Yi-chan, but he starts doing everything to convince him to spend more time with the reader and look at her in a different way. Yi-chan is confused at first, because he has always seen her only as his friend, but little by little, thanks to those situations and what he begins to feel, he realizes that he is actually in love with her 🥹💗.

If it's not too much trouble, could you please make it a little longer? I hope you get the point, and if I asked for too much, I'm sorry (•́ ᴖ •̀) Thank you very much! :3

... Strings of Fate ....

Contains: Romance, Slow Burn, Friendship to Love, Light Humor, Music/Band References, Time Travel (Future Son Intervention) Pairing: Ha Yi-chan x Lectora Word Count: ~3,400 (approximate, depending on final edits) TW (Trigger Warnings): Mild Jealousy, Minor Frustration/Angst, Light Emotional Tension

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The classroom was noisy as always. Yi-chan barged in late, hair messy, tie crooked, and backpack slung over one shoulder. Teachers barely scolded him anymore because he always had some ridiculous excuse ready.

He plopped down beside you with a mischievous grin. —Lectora, can I borrow your notes… again? —Yi-chan, I’m not saving you every time. —Of course you are! You’re like my fairy godmother, only prettier and with a face that says you want to kill me.

Your cheeks warmed slightly. It had always been like this: you, responsible, smart, and calm; him, a walking hurricane. And yet, you two had never been apart.

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Everything seemed normal until a new boy appeared, guitar slung over his shoulder, face serious. Ha Eungyeol. He stared at you with a strange mix of tenderness and urgency. That same afternoon, behind Jin-soo’s music shop, he whispered to you:

—I’m your son… from the future.

You froze. —That’s impossible. —It’s not. You and Ha Yi-chan are my parents.

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The problem became obvious when Eungyeol saw Yi-chan chasing after Choi Se-kyung with sad, bent flowers. —No, no, no… —he muttered, covering his face—. This man is going to ruin everything.

From that moment on, Eungyeol made it his mission to intervene.

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First, the Watermelon Sugar rehearsals. Yi-chan dreamed of becoming a famous vocalist. —With my voice, we’ll fill stadiums —he said, staring at a cracked mirror. —With your voice, we’ll fill hospitals —you replied, amused.

Eungyeol insisted you attend. When you sat at the back, Yi-chan began messing up every note. He even smacked his forehead on the microphone.

—What’s wrong? —you asked, giggling. —Your gaze… it’s too strong. Like laser beams. —He scratched the back of his neck, blushing.

Eungyeol smiled. Step one: complete.

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Later, in the library, Eungyeol made sure Yi-chan was stuck at a study table with you.

—I’m not leaving until you finish at least three exercises —you said, serious. —Three?! That’s child labor! —he complained, but eventually obeyed.

Another boy approached you. —Lectora, could you help me with math too?

Yi-chan lifted his head immediately. —Sorry, she already has an exclusive client. —He held up your notebook with pride.

The other boy chuckled and muttered as he left: —No wonder, with how pretty you are, everyone wants your help.

Yi-chan went silent, frowning. You pretended to focus on your book, but your heart was racing.

—Since when do you need exclusivity? —you asked finally. —Since now —Yi-chan said without thinking.

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One afternoon on the bridge, Yi-chan encouraged you to sing along. —Come on, sing with me. —Are you crazy? I’m not making a fool of myself. —Well, I’ll sing until the stars clap for me.

His voice wasn’t perfect, but when his eyes met yours, it felt like this song was only for you.

From the shadows, Eungyeol whispered, satisfied: —This is how it had to start.

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After a night rehearsal, you walked together under the streetlights. Yi-chan was unusually quiet.

—Hey… —he said finally—. Have you ever thought that we could be more than friends?

Your steps froze. —Where did that come from?

He shrugged nervously. —I don’t know. Lately I feel weird when you’re with others… and when you smile, I feel like I can’t breathe.

Your cheeks burned, unsure what to say.

—I don’t want to lose you as a friend —he added, lowering his voice—, but I also can’t keep pretending you’re just that.

In the distance, Eungyeol sighed in relief.

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Yi-chan’s awkwardness escalated. He tried writing you songs, but they all rhymed with “pizza.” He tried carrying your books and nearly tumbled down the stairs. He got jealous of the wind if it messed with your hair.

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During band practice, Yi-chan would sneak glances at you mid-verse, totally distracted by the way your hair caught the sunlight. —Hey, stop staring at me like that! —you whispered, nudging him. —I’m… just… appreciating the scenery —he stammered, bright red.

Even the bandmates noticed. —Hyung, are you in love or something? —they teased. —Shut up! —Yi-chan yelled, hiding his face.

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Eungyeol started “accidentally” putting you and Yi-chan in situations together: shared library tables, walking home in the rain, studying late in the music room. Each time, Yi-chan’s heart raced and he started noticing little things: the way you bit your lip concentrating, how your laugh sounded when you were genuinely amused, the subtle glow in your eyes when you were proud of something.

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One evening, after a long rehearsal and a pizza break, you were sitting on the steps outside the music shop. Yi-chan plopped next to you, holding two slices. —Here. For… uh, energy. —Thanks —you smiled.

He stared at you, unable to hide it. —You know… you’re really pretty. Not that I’m saying it just because I have to or anything, okay? —Really subtle, hyung —you teased, but your cheeks heated up.

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Days passed, and every interaction became a little spark: shared jokes, tiny teasing, protective glances. The more Eungyeol tried to push Yi-chan toward noticing, the more chaos (and cute tension) built.

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One rainy night, you walked together under one umbrella. Yi-chan stumbled, your hand brushing his. He froze. —I… I think I like you. Like, more than a friend. Your heart skipped a beat. —Yi-chan… —I’m serious. I’ve been too stupid to see it before, but… I don’t want to pretend anymore.

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From that night on, Yi-chan tried to be careful… but mostly failed adorably. Carrying your books, attempting romantic gestures that went hilariously wrong, writing songs with cheesy rhymes, getting jealous of literally anyone who looked at you…

And you, Lectora, couldn’t deny it: Ha Yi-chan had stopped being just your friend.

The future was still uncertain, but thanks to a son determined to fix destiny, the first chords of their love story were playing loud and clear.

just decided to start a lil’ blog to fangirl over bts, share my thoughts, rps & all the cute ot7 moments 💜

a tiny bit about me: i love k-dramas, anime, clicking pics of things that make me happy, exploring new places, and sometimes just rotting in bed scrolling social media 😌✨. i also love bts music, soft vibes, and cozy aesthetic stuff. there’s soooo much i could say, but let’s just get to know each other first! 💌

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TWINKLING WATERMELON (2023) | Ep. 10