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                 TSUNDRE BOYFRIEND       ⎯⎯     ﹙  니키  ﹚

              🩶       cold but caring    ,    sweet and loving

in which  . . .  random texts with your cold yet caring boyfriend   —   니키  x  f! reader   ୨୧   non! idol au  /  fluff  / smau   wc  none   ・     w   none? reader is just really clingy   +   from liz.  4 my lani (@kairoot) >< #earlybdaypresent!!

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                 STUDY DATE       ⎯⎯     ﹙  정원  ﹚

              📖       high achiever   ,    don't you see?

in which  . . .  your boyfriend comes over to help you productively study  —   정원  x  f! reader   ୨୧   highschool! au  /  fluff    wc  761   ・     w   studying (#effstudying) maths (gross) petnames jungwon is a tease lolol   +   from liz.  my jw debut on this account 😍

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YOU SAT HUNCHED OVER YOUR DESK, head on the table as your boyfriend talked away about the importance of mathematics. The open notebook in front of you was a blur, refusing to make any sense. 

The real problem wasn’t the maths—it was Jungwon. Sitting just a breath away, looking effortlessly perfect, he made concentration impossible. You bit your lip, mentally cursing your brain for prioritising his stupidly good looks over your homework. 

“Are you even listening to what I'm saying?” Jungwon says, eyebrows knitting together. He spins the pencil between his fingers, effortlessly moving it around. The pencil probably knew more than you did, you thought, biting back a groan.

“Uh…yes?” you lied, barely convincing even yourself. 

“Y/N,” he said, exasperation laced in his tone.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, averting your gaze. But it was too late—he’d already risen from his chair and made his way to your bed.

You turned in your chair to watch him plop down onto the mattress, his blond hair fanning out across your pillow as he stared at the ceiling, and you had to resist every urge to crawl over and bury your fingers in his hair.

The silence in the room was filled with the faint hum of your fan. He didn't even need to look at you, yet you could feel his presence. 

“Wonnie,” you whined, breaking the silence. “I'm bored.” 

Jungwon didn't move, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. “We've been taking breaks the whole evening I've been here, love.” 

“But I clearly can't focus!” you argued, spinning your chair to face him fully. “Can we please take another-”

“No,” He cut you off, sitting up and locking his gaze onto yours. 

“What-”

“We aren't taking another break, Y/n.” 

“Please?” You tried again, pouting this time. 

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt. “You're cute, but no.” 

You sigh at his rejection. He was too stern, too hard to make him give in to you. Studying was the last thing on your mind. 

How could he expect you to focus when everything about him was a distraction? The way he smelled—warm and comforting like vanilla and something distinctly Jungwon. The way his lips curved into a teasing smile. The way his cat-like eyes seemed to see through every excuse you made.

You place your head back on the small stack of notebooks, dramatically sighing as you play around with the pen in your hand. 

“It's your fault y’know…” you whined, spinning slowly in your chair to face him. Your pen clattered to the desk as you leaned forward, chin in hand. “I can't focus because of you.”

“My fault?” Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching at the corners. He leaned back on his hands tilting his head. “How?” The faint smirk on his face was nearly enough to drive you over the edge. 

“You're just too…distracting.” You huffed. “How am I supposed to think about numbers when you're sitting there looking like…that?” 

His brow lifted, lips curving into a barely suppressed grin. “Looking like what?” 

“You know what,” you shot back, folding your arms. 

“You mean…in a T-Shirt and some sweats?” 

“Don't play dumb, Won. You're-” you waved your hand at him again, unable to find the words — “you're just unfair.” 

He laughed, clearly amused at your lack of words. “Unfair? You're the one pouting like we’re in some sort of rom-com movie.” He teases. 

You let out another groan, annoyed at his teasing. “Whatever! You're just distracting!” You say, spinning back over to your desk, desperately trying to figure out the equation you haven't even started on. But even then, you felt his gaze on you. Pricking at the back of your head, sending shivers down your spine. 

Jungwon walks over to you, spinning your chair around to face him once more. “What are you-”

He leans in close, lips almost touching yours. You were hypnotised, and he knew that. “Y/n,” he said, his voice soft and almost enticing. Your stomach did a flip. “I think you're just looking for an excuse not to study.” 

Your heart raced, the closeness of him stealing every coherent thought from your mind. “Maybe…,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled then, warm and teasing. “Thought so.”

Before you could protest—or maybe beg for another distraction—he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he returned to your desk.

“Now,” he said, tapping your notebook with the pencil, “back to work.”

You stared at him, utterly flustered and trying to recover your composure. This boy was going to be the death of you.

[cupidhoons]

                  COLD HANDS      ⎯⎯     ﹙  니키  ﹚

              ❄️       tell me why    ,    your hands , are cold 

in which  . . .  you have your own personal heater to warm you up    —   니키  x  f! reader   ୨୧   non! idol au  /  fluff    wc  1.2k   ・     w   kissing, corniness, pet-names   +   from liz.  for my sia <3

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You always hated cold weather. You hated how your hands would get obnoxiously cold, the numbness creeping up your fingers until it felt like they weren’t even yours anymore. You hated how your skin would feel dry and tight no matter how much lotion you slathered on—nothing seemed to help. You hated the way the cold air nipped at your nose and stung your cheeks. But most of all, you hated how the wind would whip against your face, especially on days when it was so gusty that it felt like the world itself was trying to freeze you out. Winter was a season you wished would never come. It was gray, bitter, and never-ending.

Except this time around, you feel warm.

Your hands weren’t as cold as before, not with Riki’s hand firmly holding yours. High winds didn’t bother you as much anymore, not when you were wrapped in his warmth. Two scarves now adorned your neck, one from him and one from you, and it was strange how the things you’d once hated about winter now felt comforting. The season that had always been an enemy now felt like a companion.

Your warmth was Nishimura Riki. His hands were always warm, even in the dead of winter. And they never left yours as you strolled through downtown, the city streets empty except for the occasional late-night wanderer, the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. You weren’t really looking for anything, just for something to snack on, but it didn’t matter. With Riki beside you, everything else faded away.

“Why are your hands so cold?” Riki asked, his frown deepening when you slipped your hand into his, shivering from the chill of your fingers.

“Would you like my gloves? Tell me why your hands are cold,” he immediately started to pull off his gloves, intent on giving them to you, but you stopped him with a soft laugh.

“Love,” you giggled, reaching out to stop his frantic movement. “I’m fine. Just hold my hand, please?”

He hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed in concern, but when his fingers gently closed around yours, the warmth surged through you. You couldn’t help but smile. It was a comfort you never knew you needed.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice soft. His grip tightened, but there was a tenderness in his touch, like he was afraid you might slip away from him. “You’re freezing. I don’t want you to get sick.”

You shook your head with a grin. “I promise, I’m fine. You’re warm enough for both of us.”

“Mm,” Riki murmured, unconvinced. “I swear, you’re like an ice cube. What would I do if you really froze to death? I’d be all alone.”

You giggled at his dramatic tone. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not going anywhere. Not as long as you’re here.”

He gave you a pointed look. “Well, if I’m going to be your personal heater, you at least have to be careful. I can’t keep you warm forever.” But the seriousness in his voice only made you smile wider.

“I don’t mind,” you teased, squeezing his hand. “I love having my own personal heater.”

Riki rolled his eyes playfully but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Not even the label ‘boyfriend’?”

You grinned mischievously. “Okay, okay. Fine.” You squeezed his hand again. “My personal heater boyfriend. Happy now?”

His smile softened, his eyes full of warmth and affection as he looked at you. “Much better.”

He leaned down and kissed you softly, just a quick peck, but it was enough to make your heart flutter. When you pulled away, a faint blush had spread across his cheeks. You smiled even more at the sight.

“You’re so cute,” you murmured, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

Riki raised an eyebrow. “Cute? I’m not cute. I’m just trying to keep you alive here.”

You laughed, poking him in the ribs. “You’re totally cute. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Riki huffed, shaking his head in mock indignation. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, babe. But seriously,” he added with a teasing smile, “if you ever freeze to death, I swear, I’ll be devastated.”

You looked up at him, your smile fading just a little as his words sank in. “I promise I won’t freeze to death, okay? You’ll always be here, right?”

“Always,” he said, squeezing your hand tighter. “No matter what. I’ll be here to keep you warm, no matter how cold it gets.”

His words made your heart swell. Riki was always like this—protective, sweet, and so unbelievably warm. Not just physically, but in every way that mattered. He made the world feel brighter, even on the coldest days.

“Good,” you whispered, looking up at him. “Because I don’t think I could survive winter without you.”

“Then you better not try,” he said, his voice light, but there was an edge of seriousness to it. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re stuck with me, and I’m not letting you freeze to death.”

You chuckled, but it was a soft sound, filled with warmth. “Well, lucky for you, I think I’m stuck with you too.”

Riki smiled, his gaze so tender it made your chest ache. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

The two of you walked on, the cold air biting at your cheeks, but with every step, the warmth between you two only seemed to grow. Every little touch, every shared moment, made the chill of the night seem distant and insignificant. With him by your side, the world didn’t feel so cold.

Suddenly, winter didn’t feel so depressing. With Riki by your side, everything had changed. He was the one who made the cold bearable, the one who made every moment seem warmer. When he wrapped his arms around you, the chill of the world seemed to disappear, replaced by the heat of his embrace. He always made sure the wind didn’t reach you, pulling you closer when it got too strong, knowing how much you hated it.

There was something so comforting about being with him in the middle of winter, something that made the harsh season seem not so harsh after all. When you were with Riki, you felt safe, cared for, and loved in a way you had never known before. On nights when the temperature dropped and the wind howled, his presence was enough to turn the world into a warm cocoon. It was as though he could block out the cold, not just with his physical warmth, but with his unwavering attention.

You never thought you’d love winter, but with Riki, everything felt different. The cold nights that once made you miserable now became an excuse to stay inside together, wrapped in blankets, sipping hot drinks and just enjoying each other’s company. Or sometimes, you'd go out for late-night walks, bundled up in scarves and coats, your arms intertwined as you explored the quieter parts of the city. The chill in the air was a small price to pay for the warmth he provided.

You realized you wished winter could last forever—just so you could spend endless nights cuddled under thick blankets, falling asleep with his kisses on your forehead and his arms around you. The thought of resting with him, sharing quiet moments that only winter could bring, filled you with a deep contentment.

Riki was your warmth. He was your sunshine in the frost. And with him, even the coldest days felt like a gentle embrace.

He was the sunshine of your life. And in the midst of winter’s harshness, you were grateful for him more than words could say.

[cupidhoons]

COLOGNE ⎯⎯ ﹙ 엔하이픈 ﹚

🫐 i'm not done yet , please kiss my neck

in which . . . you are intoxicated by their cologne — 엔하이픈 x f! reader ୨୧ non! idol au / fluff wc 100> per mem ・ w kissing, lovie dovey & puke worthy fluff + from liz. i love men who smell good

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HEESEUNG \ 희승

You rested your chin on Heeseung’s shoulder, arms snaking around his waist as he stood at the counter making coffee. He chuckled softly, already used to your sudden bursts of affection, but this time you buried your face against the side of his neck.

“Y/n,” he laughed, “you’re making it hard to concentrate.”

“I can’t help it,” you murmured, inhaling deeply. The warm scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him made you smile. “You smell so good.”

“Good enough to distract you, huh?” He turned slightly, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, placing a quick kiss on his neck before hiding your face against him again.

“Anytime you want to get distracted by me, you know where to find me,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

JAY \ 제이

Jay was sitting on the couch reading a book when you plopped down next to him and immediately leaned into his side, nose brushing against his neck.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” he asked with a laugh, though he didn’t move away.

“Sniffing you,” you said bluntly, earning a wide-eyed look from him.

“You're so weird,” he teased, tilting his head to give you a better angle.

“I don’t care. I love the way you smell,” you said, leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw to his shoulder.

Jay set his book down, turning to pull you closer. “Well, I’m not complaining if it means I get your attention.”

JAKE \ 제이크

Jake was mid-conversation with his friends when you walked up to him and looped your arms around his waist, your face immediately pressing against his neck.

“Y/n?” he asked, a little surprised but not moving an inch.

“Just ignore me. You smell too good to resist,” you murmured, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone.

He blushed, his friends laughing and teasing him. “Are you serious right now?” Jake whispered, though his grin betrayed his embarrassment.

“Completely,” you said, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “You’re mine, and I can do what I want.”

Jake just shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face as he pulled you in tighter.

SUNGHOON \ 성훈

“Again?” Sunghoon said with a smirk as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, your nose pressed to the crook of his neck.

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled against his skin. The crisp, clean scent of his cologne mixed with the faint chill from his skating practice made your heart flutter.

“You’re obsessed,” he teased, turning around to face you.

“Maybe I am,” you admitted, brushing your lips lightly over his jaw. “You complaining?”

“Not at all,” he said, leaning down to kiss you properly, his hands gently resting on your hips. “But don’t blame me if I start expecting this all the time.”

SUNOO \ 선우

Sunoo was fixing his hair in the mirror when you came up behind him and hugged him tightly, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You smell so good,” you sighed contentedly, nuzzling against him.

“Of course I do,” he said with a playful grin. “I work hard to stay flawless, you know.”

“Stop being cocky and let me love you,” you said, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He laughed, turning to wrap his arms around you. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, tilting his head down to give you a soft kiss.

JUNGWON \ 정원

Jungwon was sprawled out on the couch when you crawled up beside him, resting your head on his chest. You couldn’t resist leaning up to nuzzle against his neck, inhaling the light floral scent he always carried.

“You really love doing this, huh?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

“Yup,” you said simply, placing a quick kiss on his jaw.

“You’re like a little koala,” he teased, pulling you closer. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, koalas are cute,” you said, leaving another kiss just under his ear.

Jungwon smiled, his eyes soft as he looked down at you. “So are you.”

RIKI \ 니키

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Ni-ki asked, trying to keep a straight face as you practically climbed into his lap to hug him.

“You smell so nice,” you said, completely ignoring his protest and pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Okay, but I’m literally just wearing the same hoodie as yesterday,” he said, trying to act nonchalant but clearly flustered.

“It’s you. That’s why it smells good,” you said with a grin, leaving another kiss against his collarbone.

Ni-ki sighed dramatically but wrapped his arms around you. “Fine, but if you’re gonna keep kissing me, you can’t stop now.”

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LONG DISTANCE! BF TEXTS — PSH

in which . . . daily texts with your idol bf missing you — psh x f! reader ୨୧ idol! au wc none ・ w profanity, one kms joke, sunghoon is really silly bc i love silly silly men + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 yes i did combine my two old hoon texting posts from my og cupidhoons account bcuz they're basically the same concept just one is an ldr relationship obvsss. also ty to dani for finding my old fics for me 😚😚 otherwise i wouldn't be rewriting my fics rn so BIG THANK U TO HER!!

[cupidhoons]

🥼 BED CHEM — SJY

in which . . . your friend sets you up with a cute aussie boy at her party — sjy x f! reader ୨୧ no set au wc tbd ・ w reader & jake are at a party, drinking mentioned, jake is very flirtatious lol + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

“WHO’S THAT CUTE BOY IN THE WHITE JACKET WITH THAT THICK ACCENT?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. It’s Saturday night, and your friend had the brilliant idea to throw a party to shake off the boredom. But you certainly didn’t expect 150 guests to show up.

“Who?” Ningning asks, struggling not to spill her drink as she leans in closer. A playful glint sparkles in her eyes as she follows your gaze.

“Oh, him?” You nod, unable to tear your eyes away.

“Yeah… who is he?”

“That’s Jake. He’s a friend of Sunghoon’s from Australia. Why?” You try to keep your tone casual, but you can’t suppress the grin forming on your lips.

“Nothing…” you reply, barely containing your excitement. Ningning bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

Ningning smirks and gives you a gentle nudge. "Why don't you go talk to him?"

You roll your eyes, attempting to play it cool. "Oh, sure, because it’s that easy."

"Please," she teases, "like he hasn’t been glancing at you every few minutes since he walked in. Go on, Y/N. I dare you."

Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it, casually making your way over to the makeshift bar where Jake is standing. He’s talking to Sunghoon, and as you approach, you feel a wave of nerves, but his eyes meet yours just before you reach him.

"Hey," you say, trying to keep your tone light, though you feel your heart racing. "Jake, right? I'm Y/n."

He flashes you a smile, "That’s me. And you’re… the girl who’s been staring at me from across the room?" His Australian accent makes everything sound ten times more charming.

You feel your cheeks warm, but you laugh it off. "Staring? I think you might be mistaken."

"Right," he replies, clearly amused, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Then what do you call what you were doing?"

You raise an eyebrow, leaning just a little closer. "Maybe… appreciating the view?"

He chuckles, his fingers tapping against his glass. "Well, good to know I’m worth the view. So, Y/N, what do you do when you're not making mysterious appearances at random house parties?"

You grin, feeling a little bolder. "Oh, you know, just adding a bit of mystery here and there. Gotta keep things interesting. What about you? What's an Aussie doing all the way out here?"

He tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a hint of intrigue. "Just chasing a bit of adventure. Didn’t know I’d find it this fast, though."

Your heart skips a beat as you lock eyes, a tension sparking between you. "Well," you say softly, placing a hand on his chest, "sometimes the best adventures are unexpected."

"Guess I’ll have to stick around and see where this one goes, then," he murmurs, his voice low and just for you. The noise around you fades, and all you can think about is how close he’s standing, how easy it would be to just close that tiny gap between you.

Before you can respond, Ningning suddenly reappears, grinning as she wraps an arm around your shoulders. "There you are! Karina's here! She wants to say hi to you."

You feel the tension break as Ningning links arms with you. You flash him an apologetic smile before being dragged away across the room.

Jake’s eyes flash with something unreadable, and he gives a small smile, lifting his glass in a silent toast. "Until next time, Y/N." He winks as he watches you depart from him. You laugh, not bothering to hide the wide grin forming on your face.

Ningning nudges you, laughing. "You’re blushing."

"Maybe," you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up. But as you glance back into the crowd and catch Jake’s eye from across the room, you know this is far from over.

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DOWNBAD EX BF! TEXTS — LHS

in which . . . you agree to stay in contact with your ex boyfriend — lhs x f! reader ୨୧ exes to lovers! au wc none ・ w heeseung is downbad, yn is kinda mean in this, slight angst in the end idk i cringed out making this tbh + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 whoop whoop finally redoing my old works!! this is for @elysianiki bc she bribed me with hoon edits after hoon edits....And unfortunately it did work but what's new 😞

[cupidhoons]

UPSIDE DOWN KISS — LHS

in which . . . you give the masked hero a kiss — lhs x f! reader ୨୧ spiderman! au wc 1.2k+ ・ w general warnings, reader gets harassed in the beginning + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 haayyyy cupids >< i'm finally rewriting my old works 😛 i hope u guys are enjoying my writing and activity again because i sure am 🎀 i'll try my best to keep up my activity but i cant promise that bc of school (boooo)

THE RAIN WAS POURING down in icy sheets, seeping through your clothes and clinging to your skin. Every drop sent a shiver through your body, but you barely noticed. Not when your lips were pressed against his. The red mask was pulled up just enough to expose his mouth, hiding the rest of his face and keeping his identity a mystery. But right now, that didn’t matter. Right now, all you cared about was this moment, your kiss with Spider-Man.

This was supposed to be a simple thank you after he'd saved your life—not once, but twice. You’d seen his heroics from afar, sure, but never expected to be on the receiving end of them. The first time was during a late-night convenience store robbery. You’d been in the back aisle, crouching down, heart racing, hoping to avoid the attention of the armed men. But then, Spider-Man had appeared, his voice calm, almost amused, as he talked the robbers down.

“What a bunch of idiots…” Heeseung muttered, walking past where you were hiding. The moment he spotted you, he stopped, extending a hand and offering you a comforting smile beneath his mask.

“It’s safe now, y’know?” he said, his voice gentle yet confident. You took his hand, still in a daze, barely able to stammer out a “Thank you, Spider-Man.” He laughed softly, his tone light.

“It’s no problem, really,” he said with a shrug. “Just doing my job.”

The second time, though—that had been different. More intense. Just minutes ago, you were walking home alone after a late study session, cutting through the back alley to save time. You knew it wasn’t the safest route, but it was faster. That decision nearly got you in serious trouble.

“Hey, you!” a voice called from behind, making you turn in fear. You saw two men approaching, their expressions twisted with something sinister. “Such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” another sneered, stepping closer. You tried to ignore them, quickening your pace, but they were relentless. One grabbed your arm, and the other reached for your purse, their hands cold and unrelenting.

“Get off of me!” you screamed, struggling against their grasp. The night air echoed with your cries until another voice sliced through.

“Didn’t you hear the lady? Get off of her!” Heeseung's voice rang, strong and authoritative. The men froze, their eyes widening before they tried to flee, but they didn’t get far. He shot webs at their wrists and ankles, tangling them in place.

He looked down at you from above, his expression hidden but his presence comforting. “Sorry you had to deal with that,” he said, his voice softer as he checked on you. You giggled, glancing at the two men struggling in their webbed binds before looking up at him through the rain.

“Thank you, Spider-Man!” you called up to him with a smile.

“Of course,” he replied. He sounded like he was smiling, too.

Your heart pounded as you called, “Why don’t you come down here? So I can properly show my gratitude!”

Heeseung hesitated, but before he could overthink it, his hands moved, lowering himself toward you. Suddenly, he was inches away, hanging upside down, his face close enough that you could see the outline of his jaw beneath the mask. Raindrops slid down his suit, mixing with the dim streetlight glow, casting shadows across his face as he looked at you.

You took a breath, stepping closer, feeling your heartbeat thunder in your ears. He was so close, close enough that you could see the faint lines of his lips through the fabric. Tentatively, you reached out, fingers brushing against the edge of his mask, tracing the outline of his jaw.

“May I?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. You felt his hesitation, the slight tension in his posture. But after a beat, he released a small sigh and nodded, letting your hand rest against his face.

Carefully, you pulled down his mask, just enough to reveal the bridge of his nose and his mouth. The pale skin beneath was a stark contrast to the dark night and bright red of his suit. And then, you leaned in, closing the gap between you.

The kiss was soft at first, almost shy. His lips were warm and gentle against yours, a stark contrast to the chill of the rain. You cupped his face, your hands trembling as you deepened the kiss. He responded, tilting his head slightly, his lips moving with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.

But soon, the kiss grew more intense, more passionate. His hands found their way to your waist, steadying you as he leaned closer, his grip firm yet careful. You felt his lips part, and then his tongue slid against yours, exploring. You let out a soft whine, losing yourself in the heat of the moment. Who would’ve thought Spider-Man was such a good kisser?

Your fingers threaded through the wet strands of his hair that peeked from under his mask, tugging gently. He responded by pulling you even closer, his grip possessive, almost desperate, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of this moment.

You pulled back slightly, panting, your faces mere inches apart as you caught your breath. He was still upside down, but he held your gaze with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. For a moment, you forgot where you were, the rain, the danger, everything. All that mattered was him, the warmth of his body against yours, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered, brushing your thumb against his cheek, still dazed.

He gave a small, breathless laugh. “Thank you,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced up at you. “For letting me be your hero.”

You smiled, cheeks flushed as the rain continued to fall around you. Part of you wanted to stay like this forever, hidden from the world in this rainy, dim-lit alley with your masked hero.

But reality seeped in as he pulled his mask back up, his identity once again concealed. “Stay safe, okay?” he murmured, reluctantly stepping back as he prepared to swing away.

Before he could leave, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him in for one last peck on the lips, a brief, tender goodbye that left you both breathless.

“See you around, Spider-Man,” you whispered, watching him grin under his mask before he leapt into the rain-soaked night, disappearing into the city.

And even as he vanished into the shadows, you stood there, heart pounding, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time your paths would cross.

[cupidhoons]

📷 PHOTOBOOTH KISSES — PSH

in which . . . you and your boyfriend have your first kiss together — psh x f! reader ୨୧ highschool! au wc 895 ・ w kissing (derr), slightly suggestive? idk + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 hello cupids !! i'm slowly trying to get motivation to start writing more often and be on blr more so here's a revised and updated version of my old fic !! i hope u guys enjoy hehe :P my perm taglist is also open!

“LOOK, HOON! LET’S GO TO THE PHOTO BOOTH!” you exclaim, a bright smile lighting up your face as you gently tug on his arm.

It was your first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend—a simple but perfect day spent together, wandering through shops and vendors, laughing as you spotted matching trinkets and playful souvenirs. Sunghoon had insisted on paying for everything, flashing his card every time you picked up something even remotely interesting.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter each time he did; there was something so sweet about how attentive he was, how eager he seemed to make this day special for you.

But even as he focused on making you smile, Sunghoon’s mind kept drifting back to a single thought: kissing you.

You’d shared quick, playful pecks before, and he’d felt his pulse quicken each time, wondering what it would be like to truly kiss you, to feel the warmth of your lips against his for more than just a second. But he held himself back, not wanting to push, unsure if you were ready. And yet, every time his gaze fell to your lips, he felt that ache—a soft, lingering desire, wondering if you felt the same.

As you look up at him now, eyes sparkling with excitement and cheeks flushed from the chill in the air, he can’t help but lose himself in the sight of you.

“Sure,” he says, returning your smile with a slightly shy grin, “I’ll pay again, though.” He reaches for your hand, fingers threading through yours as he leads you to the booth. The warmth of his hand in yours sends a thrill up your spine, and as he pulls the curtain aside for you, you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“What poses should we do?” you ask, glancing at yourself in the mirror, fixing a stray strand of hair.

“Anything you want, babe,” he murmurs, unable to tear his eyes away from you as you tilt your head, smiling up at him with that easy, affectionate grin that’s becoming his favorite sight.

You both begin snapping photos—first a goofy face, then a sweet one with your hands cupping each other’s cheeks. With each flash, you feel yourselves getting more comfortable, more playful, laughing between shots as you both find reasons to hold each other a little closer.

But when the last slot comes up, you realize you’ve run out of ideas.

“Hoon! We need one more! But I’m out of ideas…” You pout, looking up at him with those big, expectant eyes, and Sunghoon feels his heart beat faster, the familiar desire stirring in his chest again. It feels like the perfect moment, and the countdown has already started. He swallows, glancing down at your lips as he makes up his mind.

Three… two…

Without another thought, he leans in, closing the distance and pressing his lips softly against yours. It’s gentle at first, a tentative touch, as if he’s testing the waters, but the warmth of your lips ignites something in him. His hand finds your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

Your eyes widen briefly in surprise, but soon, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him in even closer as you melt into him, savoring the sweetness of his kiss.

When he finally pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, and he’s slightly out of breath, a shy but proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammers, eyes searching yours. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve just… I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you reach up, brushing your fingers against his jaw. “Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. “I liked it, Hoon. I’ve been wanting to kiss you too… just too shy to make the first move.”

His face softens, a tender smile spreading across his lips as he dips his forehead to rest against yours, his hands still lingering on your waist. “Guess we don’t have to worry about being shy anymore, do we?” he whispers, his voice warm and gentle.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze, but as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin so tenderly, you find yourself leaning into his touch, your heart racing in your chest.

After a moment, he tilts his head, eyes lingering on your lips, the question clear in his gaze. Without needing to say a word, he leans in once more, capturing your lips in another kiss—this time slower, sweeter, as if he wants to savor every second. You can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer, and you let yourself sink into him, feeling completely at home in his arms.

When he finally pulls back, his gaze meets yours, a quiet intensity in his eyes that makes your heart skip. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing small circles against your back.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you as you tighten your hold around him. “Good,” you whisper, looking up at him with a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Because I don’t think I’ll let you.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hands pulling you impossibly closer. "Deal."

[cupidhoons]

🩹 BANDAIDS — LHS

in which . . . you treat your boyfriend's wounds (with a kiss) — lhs x f! reader ୨୧ no set au wc 328 ・ w heeseung gets into a fight, reader cleans his wounds + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

“DOES IT HURT?” you asked softly, leading him into your apartment. Heeseung  gave a half-hearted shrug, a wince crossing his face as he tried to hide the pain.

“A little,” he admitted sheepishly. “But I’m more worried about how you're going to handle this.” 

You led him into the kitchen, to which he settled down on the counter top as you grabbed the first aid kit. “I'm more worried about making sure you're okay,” you said, standing in front of him. “Let's clean your wounds, hm?”

Heeseung’s expression softened as you carefully cleaned the cut on his forehead. “You always know how to make things better,” he said quietly.

You dabbed antiseptic on the wound and applied a fresh bandage. “I try. Besides, someone has to look out for you.”

Heeseung’s lips curled into a small, appreciative smile. “I guess that’s true.” 

You reached for a cool compress and pressed it gently against his bruised cheek. Heeseung’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, clearly savoring the soothing touch. When he opened them again, he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and a bit hesitant, “there’s one more thing that might make it feel even better.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What’s that?”

Heeseung’s cheeks flushed slightly as he looked down at the bandaged cut. “Well, it’s silly, but... could you kiss it better?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a dork,” you said affectionately. But you obliged, leaning in to press a gentle kiss right above his eyebrow.

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled with relief and amusement. “See? Much better,” he said, his voice light with gratitude.

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest. “I’m glad. Just promise me you’ll be more careful next time.”

Heeseung took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “I promise,” he said sincerely. “And I’ll make sure to call you first if anything like this ever happens again.”

[cupidhoons]

🫖 SECRET SHARED KISSES — PSH

in which . . . you spend break period with your boyfriend — psh x f! reader ୨୧ highschool au wc 517 ・ w kissing, makeout, clingy hoon + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

“MISSED YOU,” Sunghoon says, leaning on the desk as he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s break period, that sweet reprieve from the monotony of a three-hour class, and the corridors are filled with students milling about, seeking their own escapes. 

For you, that escape is being whisked away into an empty classroom by your stunning boyfriend. 

“You just saw me, Hoon…” you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck as he focuses intently on your lips, his hands gently gripping your waist. 

“Can’t a man miss his girlfriend?” he murmurs against your lips, his voice tender, almost a pleading whisper. 

“Of course you can,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing a delicate path along the back of his neck. “But maybe next time, save a kiss for after class. We’re gonna get caught in here one of these days.”

Sunghoon’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with playful defiance. “I wouldn’t mind getting caught if it means I get to be with you.” He pulls you closer, his hands sliding to rest gently on your hips.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me anyway,” he teases as he leans in for another kiss.

Sunghoon’s lips are warm and tender against yours, and you feel the intensity of his kiss deepen as his hands move to cradle your face. His touch is a blend of tenderness and longing, as though he’s trying to pour all his unspoken feelings into this singular moment. The kiss begins with a slow, lingering warmth, savoring every gentle brush of lips, but soon grows more fervent as he pulls you even closer.

You respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as you press yourself against him, feeling the slight tremor of his breath against your skin. His lips move with a gentle urgency, a rhythm that syncs perfectly with the quickening pace of your heartbeat.

When you finally break away slightly, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you gaze into each other’s eyes. “You really are as whipped as your friends tell me,” you whisper, your voice tinged with a mixture of affection and playful teasing.

Sunghoon’s smile is a soft, loving curve. “And you’re my everything. I can’t help but show it.”

You lean in for another kiss, this one lighter and more playful, your lips brushing against his with a teasing lightness. Sunghoon chuckles, his hands sliding back to your hips, deepening the kiss with a playful smile. Just as the intimacy of the moment peaks, the distant chime of a bell and the low murmur of students in the hallway pierce through your private moment.

You pull back, holding his gaze, your eyes sparkling with a mix of love and mischief. “Alright, we better get back before we really do get caught.”

Sunghoon reluctantly lets you go but keeps a hand resting gently on your lower back as you both start to head for the door. “Promise me you’ll save me a kiss for later?”

You grin, giving him a quick, affectionate peck on the cheek. “I promise.” 

[cupidhoons]

📞 OUT OF TOUCH — NM.R

in which . . . you finally break off your long time situationship due to him being out of touch — nmr x f! reader ୨୧ no set au wc 453 ・ w angst angst and angst + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

THE PHONE BUZZED ON RIKI’S NIGHTSTAND, breaking the stillness of his apartment. He glanced at the screen and saw your name. A wave of anxiety washed over him. It had been nearly a month since he’d last reached out, lost in the chaos of work and life. The weight of his silence hung heavily, and he knew this call would be the end.

He takes a deep breath, hesitantly hovering over the green answer button, “Hey.”

“Hi, Riki,” you said, your voice steady but strained. “I wanted to talk.”

Riki swallowed hard, his heart sinking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just got overwhelmed and—”

“Overwhelmed?” you interrupt, a touch of bitterness creeping into your voice. “It’s been almost a month. You disappeared without a word. I kept waiting for you to reach out, to explain, but nothing came.”

You took a deep breath, clearly struggling to maintain your composure. “It’s not just about being overwhelmed, Riki. It’s about the fact that you vanished and left me hanging. I felt like I didn’t matter to you, like I was an afterthought.”

“I know,” Riki admitted, his voice cracking. “I realize now how much I hurt you. I was so wrapped up in my own world that I didn’t see what I was doing.”

There was a pause on the line, filled with the weight of unspoken hurt. “I’ve been patient, trying to understand,” you continued softly. “But it’s reached a point where I can’t keep waiting around. I need to move on from this… whatever this was.”

Riki’s heart ached. He wanted to say something, anything, to undo the damage—to keep you. But nothing could come out, nothing would undo the damage he had done. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s exhausting. I can’t keep hoping for something that’s not coming.”

Riki nods, trying to swallow down a sob. “I get it. I really do. I’m truly sorry for everything. I didn’t mean for things to end up like this.”

There was a long silence before you spoke again. “Goodbye, Riki.”

“Goodbye,” he mumbles, barely audible over the line. “I love you.” 

As the call ended, Riki was left holding the phone, the silence of his apartment suddenly feeling heavier than ever. The pain of the conversation hung in the air.

He sat in the dark, grappling with the realization of what he had lost due to his own negligence. The echoes of your words lingered. The month of silence had led to this heartbreaking end, and Riki was left to reflect over what he had done, haunted by the echoes of a relationship that could have been, if he had only made effort.

[cupidhoons]

KEEPING QUIET — SJY

in which . . . keeping quiet seems to be the hardest assignment yet — sjy x f! reader ୨୧ brother's bestfriend! au wc 875 ・ w kissing, SUGGESTIVE!! jake is a teasing little twat uhhh idk + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 please don't cancel me for making romance & tension in this fic for i am just a girl who writes fics for the people xx

THE EVENING WAS QUIET, a calm blanket of silence settling over the house as you huddled at your desk, surrounded by notes and open textbooks. Midterms were creeping up fast, and the thought of failing wasn’t an option. You were so focused on your work that you nearly missed the sound of your window sliding open.

You jumped slightly but relaxed as soon as you saw Jake—your brother's best friend, and your secret boyfriend—slipping into your room with that boyish grin of his. His eyes lit up when they met yours before giving a quick glance toward the door, fully aware of the risk he was taking.

“Jake, are you insane?” you whispered, barely able to contain the mix of annoyance and excitement in your voice. “If my brother finds out you’re here…”

Jake only smirked as he pressed a finger to his lips, urging you to keep quiet. "What can I say? Missed you too much to wait," he murmured softly, his voice low and teasing. He shut the window behind him and moved closer, his presence sending a thrill up your spine.

He settled in beside you, looking down at your notes with an exaggeratedly serious face as if he were actually interested. But his arm brushed against yours, and his eyes drifted away from the notes, focused solely on you. "So, how’s the studying going?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual, but his hand was already sliding to rest on your shoulder.

“Painful, thank you for asking,” you muttered, feigning annoyance even as your heart raced at his touch. You tried to keep your attention on the textbook, but Jake’s fingers lightly traced patterns along your shoulder, and his gaze was far too tempting.

Before you could say anything else, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “You look stressed,” he whispered, his lips so close to your skin. “Maybe I can help you relax.”

“Jake,” you whispered in a warning tone, glancing nervously at the door. “My brother’s just down the hall. If he catches you here—”

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet,” he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, pulling you gently toward him, and despite every warning in your head, you let yourself melt into his touch.

His lips brushed against your jaw, soft and featherlight, trailing down to your neck as he shifted closer. You bit down on your lip, suppressing a sigh as his hands traced slow, lazy patterns along your back. He was everywhere at once—his fingers in your hair, his lips leaving sparks across your skin.

“Jake,” you breathed out. The tension of keeping quiet only added to the thrill, and he knew exactly how to keep you on edge.

“Don't worry, baby” he murmured, lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. You felt his grin against your skin, cocky and confident, and it made your pulse quicken. He pulled you closer, claiming your lips in a kiss that was slow and teasing. You tried to stay still, but every part of you was drawn to him, aching for more.

His hands roamed down your back, slipping under the hem of your shirt, and his every touch made your heart pace faster. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, his warmth spreading through you, but every nerve was also focused on staying silent, on not giving in to the urge to gasp or sigh.

You pulled back for a breath, eyes darting toward the door. "Jake, we’re going to get caught," you managed to whisper, but your voice sounded as breathless as you felt.

Jake just smirked, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “Then we better be careful,” he whispered, his voice a low, teasing rumble. He leaned in again, his kisses growing deeper, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. His fingers traced along your waist, his touch firm but gentle, as though he was savoring every second.

He pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, his movements becoming bolder. You stifled a gasp as he traced along your jaw, his lips moving lower, but he was relentless, brushing his lips along every sensitive spot he knew would make you squirm.

The door creaked somewhere down the hall, and you froze, wide-eyed, but Jake only paused for a second, grinning as he held a finger to his lips. He placed a lingering kiss on your shoulder, his touch featherlight and teasing, before drawing back just enough to look at you, his eyes full of mischief.

“Guess I should probably get out of here soon, huh?” he whispered, although he didn’t seem to be in any rush to move. He held your gaze for a second longer, leaning in one last time, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss that left you wanting more.

He pulled away with a quiet chuckle, his hand trailing down your arm one last time. "Try to focus, alright?" he murmured with a grin, slipping back to the window. But he glanced back at you before he left, and you knew this wouldn’t be the last time he snuck into your room.

[cupidhoons]

ֹ      ָ֢    💭 ˙    ּ    EN– MASTERLIST !

disclaimer all my works are strictly mine . . . please do not steal any of my works without my permission ♡ some works are not proofread! suggestive works may come up here n' there, but my majority of my works will either be full fluff or angst :)

⋆ all members

seasons of romance

cologne

⋆ heeseung

better wounds

downbad ex! bf heeseung

upside down kiss

his cheerleader

basketball player! hee

⋆  jay

coffee

business proposal

⋆ jake

bed chem

keep quiet

birthday special

⋆   sunghoon

secret shared kisses

photobooth kisses

say it

long distance! bf sunghoon

buy my love

paparazzi

⋆   sunoo

pocket full of sunshine

be mine

⋆  jungwon

mixed signals

rank one (in my heart)

study date

⋆  ni-ki

out of touch

cold hands

catfish

tsundre! riki texts

him asking you to prom

[kairoot]

when ur friends write for ur birthday 🙁🤍

                 TSUNDRE BOYFRIEND       ⎯⎯     ﹙  니키  ﹚

              🩶       cold but caring    ,    sweet and loving

in which  . . .  random texts with your cold yet caring boyfriend   —   니키  x  f! reader   ୨୧   non! idol au  /  fluff  / smau   wc  none   ・     w   none? reader is just really clingy   +   from liz.  4 my lani (@kairoot) >< #earlybdaypresent!!

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