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naebaetwsog · 1 month ago

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.RIIZE when some1 flirting with you°×

genre.fluff, mutual crush

warning. Wonbin crys tho

pairing. Bff!riize x fem!reader

note. The fact that probably toke Sohee out of the mc stuff was bcs he could interview Seunghan drives crazy bro

Shotaro

Shotaro, the human embodiment of sunshine, usually doesn’t let anything ruin his mood. But tonight? Nah. This ain’t it. You two are at a friend gathering, and some guy—who has been obviously crushing on you for months—is getting way too bold. The entire group knows, even you, even Shotaro, and especially the guy himself. At first, Shotaro tries to brush it off, laughing along and making jokes like usual. But when the guy starts getting touchy, placing a hand on your back and leaning in a little too close? The smile disappears.

Shotaro goes completely silent. His usual giggles? Gone. Instead, he’s just staring at his drink, rolling his eyes every two seconds, and barely responding to conversations. It doesn’t take long for you to notice.

You lean toward him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Lie.

He’s literally gripping his glass like he wants to break it. So, you stand up, grabbing your stuff. “Me and Shotaro are leaving.”

He blinks at you in surprise but wastes no time following. The car ride home is silent. You’re on your phone, and he’s gripping the steering wheel like it personally offended him.

Once you arrive at your destination, you finally turn to him. “Okay, what’s wrong? Don’t say ‘nothing.’”

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. Then, without warning, he leans in, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours. When he pulls away, he mutters, “I just… I couldn’t take it anymore. I like you. A lot.”

Your heart? Gone. You’re done for.

Eunseok

Eunseok thinks he’s subtle. He is not.

You’re sitting at a café, and the barista has been hardcore flirting with you for the past hour. It started off with extra smiles, then a little too much small talk, and now? The dude is hovering like he’s a customer service employee trying to get a raise. Eunseok is watching the entire thing unfold, pretending he’s unbothered, but inside? Oh, he’s boiling.

For the longest time, he stays quiet, staring at his drink while resisting the urge to just say something. But then, when the barista leans in and asks, “So, do you come here often?” with a little too much enthusiasm, Eunseok just—

Casually places his hand on your thigh.

Your brain malfunctions. The barista immediately shuts up. Eunseok, still maintaining his usual calm expression, meets the barista’s gaze with the most uncomfortable eye contact known to mankind.

The poor guy backs off, mumbling something about “enjoy your drinks” before speed-walking away. Meanwhile, you’re just sitting there, stunned.

You turn to him. “What—what was that?”

Eunseok leans in, voice barely above a whisper. “Sorry, but I had to.”

No, because what does that mean??? You’re sitting there, brain buffering, while he just casually sips his coffee like nothing happened.

Sungchan

The guy who even looks at you? Dead.

You’re walking through the mall with Sungchan, just casually browsing stores, when some random dude stops to ask for directions. Simple enough. Except… he isn’t really asking for directions. He’s lingering, looking you up and down, smirking in a way that makes your skin crawl.

Sungchan notices immediately. And oh, he is not having it.

His jaw tightens. His posture straightens. His entire presence shifts into intimidation mode. He’s glaring at the guy so intensely that it’s a miracle the dude hasn’t burst into flames.

Then, without saying a single word, Sungchan casually swings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You don’t even flinch because you’re already used to this level of overprotectiveness.

The guy takes one look at Sungchan—who is 100% ready to throw hands—and immediately backs off.

Once he’s gone, you turn to Sungchan, raising an eyebrow. “Was that really necessary?”

He scoffs. “He was looking at you weird.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile forming. “What are you, my bodyguard?”

He just shrugs, not meeting your gaze. “…If I have to be.”

Wonbin

Wonbin likes you. He really likes you. But is he obvious about it? Absolutely not.

So when you two are at a store, just casually shopping, and some random guy starts talking to you, he watches. He listens. He waits. But when the guy asks for your number, and you actually give it to him—oh, that’s it. That’s his last straw.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t make a scene. He just pays for his stuff and drags you out of the store, taking you straight to his place as originally planned.

And then? He cries.

You’re sitting on his couch, completely caught off guard as he just buries his face in his hands, mumbling about how stupid he feels, how he’s been holding back because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship, and how it hurts to see someone else trying to take his place.

And you? You’re just softly patting his back, completely melting because oh my god, he likes you.

You lift his chin so he’ll look at you. “Wonbin, I like you too. You should’ve just told me.”

He sniffles, nodding. “Yeah… yeah, I should’ve.”

Seunghan

Seunghan doesn’t even notice when other guys flirt with you—not because he’s oblivious, but because he’s too busy being all over you himself.

Like, you’re at a party, right? Some guy across the room has been staring at you for way too long, clearly trying to work up the courage to approach. But before he even gets the chance, Seunghan is already standing next to you, refilling your drink, tucking your hair behind your ear, and laughing at something you said like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

The guy finally gathers his nerve and walks up to you, flashing a confident smile. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met—”

Before he can even finish his sentence, Seunghan—without even looking at the guy—casually pulls you closer to him, his hand resting low on your waist.

“Oh, sorry, we were in the middle of something,” he says smoothly, still only looking at you.

The guy awkwardly backs off, and you glance up at Seunghan, raising an eyebrow. “We were?”

He finally meets your eyes, completely unbothered. “Yeah.”

“…Doing what exactly?”

He shrugs. “Being together.”

The way he says it so naturally makes your brain short-circuit. You’re just standing there, trying to process what that even means, while Seunghan casually takes a sip of his drink like he didn’t just lowkey claim you in front of everyone.

Sohee

Sohee thinks he’s playing it cool. He is not.

At first, he genuinely tries to act unbothered. You’re at a bookstore together, browsing through the shelves, when some random guy starts a conversation with you. At first, it’s just small talk, but then the guy starts getting bold. Complimenting your outfit. Asking if you come here often. Throwing in little flirtatious comments.

Sohee just stands there, pretending to read the back of a book, but in reality? He hasn’t turned a single page in five minutes. He’s listening. Observing. Seething.

And then, the guy really oversteps. He subtly touches your arm while laughing at something you said, and that’s when Sohee finally reacts.

With zero hesitation, he reaches over, takes the book from your hands, and closes it with a soft thud. “We’re leaving.”

You blink. “Huh?”

He doesn’t answer—he just gently grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the store, leaving the guy standing there, confused.

The whole way home, he’s silent, and you can feel the tension radiating off of him. When you finally get back to his place, you turn to him. “Okay. Spill. What was that about?”

Sohee exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. And then, completely out of nowhere—

“I like you.”

Your brain malfunctions. “What?”

“I like you,” he repeats, as if he didn’t just drag you out of a bookstore like a jealous boyfriend. And then, without missing a beat, he casually adds, “I’m hungry… Let’s order something.”

HUH???

Anton

You and Anton are at a cute, cozy-themed café, just enjoying your drinks, when the waiter starts getting a little too friendly. At first, it seems harmless—just polite customer service. But then, the compliments start getting a little excessive. The eye contact lingers a little too long. The waiter even “accidentally” brushes his hand against yours while handing you your drink.

Anton notices everything.

At first, he doesn’t say anything. He just silently observes, his usual soft expression completely unreadable. But when the waiter leans in and says, “You have a really beautiful smile, by the way,” Anton finally decides he’s had enough.

Without missing a beat, he looks up at the guy, tilts his head slightly, and says in the gentlest, most polite tone:

“Thank you for your service. You can go now.”

The waiter freezes. You freeze. The entire café might as well have frozen because what the hell did Anton just say???

The guy awkwardly nods and immediately walks away, clearly too stunned to even respond.

You turn to Anton, still processing. “Did you just—”

He calmly takes a sip of his drink. “He was annoying me.”

You stare at him, completely thrown off by the contrast between his usual soft personality and whatever that was. “Anton. He was just being nice.”

Anton looks at you, his expression still unreadable. “Was he?”

Oh.

Your heartbeat picks up, and you suddenly feel like you’re seeing him in a whole new light. Anton, on the other hand, just continues sipping his drink, completely unfazed.

And that’s when you realize—he is way more possessive than he lets on.

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indiweb · 9 months ago

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𓋜 RAVAGING WHAT'S THEIRS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ members of riize.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ teaching lessons ⋆ riize hyung line

﹙ 라이즈 ﹚ their reaction to you in a lace party dress. ── 𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝒻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. (≽^•༚• ྀི≼) GENRE suggestive && nsfw. ⭑⠀、 𝓐RCHIVE?! ✶ 𝒘𝒄 0.4k ╱ © indiweb

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OSAKI SHOTARO⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 쇼타로 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he’d gone to the party with the rest of the boys , entrusting you with your dear girl friends who had a special surprise for the man. the night was young and so were you both , so a little frisk never hurt anyone. especially not when he looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and stumbled actions the moment he saw you enter the house party with that damn lacy dress riding up your ass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the music tuned out as he focused on you , one last shot to the head whilst he maneuvered through the crowd and took hold of your hand. a yelp was muffled into the music at his abrupt grasp , handing your cup of liquor off to minjeong that cheered you on during your departure. she knew how head over heels shotaro was for you , so she thoroughly enjoyed seeing how out of shape he got seeing you so dolled up.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lips crashed together the moment shotaro threw both of your bodies onto a random coat closet. arms snaked his shoulder all the while his likewise wrapped your waist , large hands grasping at the flesh of your exposed ass. " fuck , baby why would you do this t’me. y’look so fuckin’ pretty. i need you so bad. " he’d whine into the crevice of your neck , grinding his clothed crotch into your barely-exposed cunt that’d already soaked the thin fabric of your dress.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lewd mewls echoed the small chamber , fingers entangling within his luscious curls as you explored each others mouths , not a single care for the outside world in sight. it didn’t matter to shotaro if someone walked in , he’d put on a show to make sure you got the message to never wear a dress so revealing without him again. his simple touched etched into your skin , burning sensations seeping into your veins and getting you high off his affection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if not for his total self control , he’d have you face down in the closet with the only coherent sentence uttered being an apology for allowing minjeong to dress you in such garments. garments that he fought hell and back to not rip off your sweet body just so he could have a quick view at what was his , and his only.

' fu— fuck , y'er too fuckin' pretty for me to stay mad at. damn you. ' ' sho , please! o— oh , fuck. please , sho! '

the way his fingers were swallowed whole within the tight embrace of your sopping cunt could be experimented on. how he pumped you just perfectly to earn the right amount of squeals and whines , oh he was just perfect.

' s'good f'me , pretty. so so good for me. c'mon jus' like that , lemme hear ya. ' ' s— shit! fuck , sho please! '

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SONG EUNSEOK⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 송은석 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀speaking of face down ass up. eunseok would’ve left for the party in a separate car than you , you ensuring that the outfit you wore for him was a secret that’d be revealed at the gathering. eunseok was only a tad worried knowing that (yu) jimin was the one who dressed you. he knew how … revealing .. her style could be. and he also knew how desirable you were , so the combo would not be in his favor at a public event.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and yet , the moment his eyes scanned your plush figure , noticing how entirely see through the dress was , all he could think about was how his friends couldn’t keep their eyes off you. how your hips swayed every step you took closer to them. it burned his insides , a firm grasp tugging on your wrist before you even had a moment to greet the group of men. stumbled footing was met with his sudden aggression , jimin giving you double thumbs up as you swallowed the harsh lump that rested within your throat.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the next few moments were an entire blur. all you could reckon was being pushed into a room with a bed. kisses being exchanged and moans fueling the heat between your legs. though now , you could barely remember your own name with how deep his swollen tip prodded your cervix. legs grew numb by the minute , one hand pinning both of your wrists to your back while the other likewise pinned your head to the mattress below. your own laced underwear was stuffed right in your mouth , catching all the stray tears that burned down the flesh of your cheeks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" i leave you alone for a second and you play some sick game trying to get a reaction. " his hoarse tone sent chills down your spine with every rut he sent into your lower abdomen , eyes rolling at how perfectly he stretched you out ; how easily he stuffed you whole as he bottomed out each thrust. muffled apologies were sobbed into the fabric garments , toes curling whenever he turned his pace dangerously slow just so he could smack your hips together with each aggressive buck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" m’s— sorry , seok! p— please , oh fuck please. i’m— i’m sorry! " wails of mercy protruded your frail lips , laced underwear being replaced by two of his thick digits all the while he toughened his steady pace , enjoying how drunk you were getting from his hostility. it was no help that your sopping cunt sucked him in harder with every pull out ; eunseok’s favorite thing about your precious body.

' tell me you'll never do some dumb shit like this again , my love. ' ' i— i swear. i promise! i— i’m sorry , baby. '

mewled curses could be heard exerting the man’s lips , thrusts getting sloppier the longer he ravaged your insides. he could feel himself getting closer , you already on your second orgasm of the night.

' too fuckin' pretty to be prancin' around like this. ' ' oh , f— fuck. seok m'sorry. i'm sorry! please let me cum. '

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JUNG SUNGCHAN⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 정성찬 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀an extroverted puppy he was. he loves mingling with others , especially once the liquor started hitting. he hadn’t even realized you entered the party due to him all around the bar taking shots with different people. you were likewise lost in your own world , body swaying against yizhuo’s as you both allowed the melodies that blared the speakers to control your movements.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it wasn’t until shotaro tugged sungchan’s shoulder , knocking a little of his shot from the glass as sungchan pivoted his footing. eyes locking on your figure , his eyes were mere inches from protruding his sockets , downing his last shot before he stumbled his way into the horde of dancing figures. no matter how many women threw themselves at him in an attempt to seduce a dance , he gently pushed them aside with his eyes locked on your far-too-revealing body that was on full display for anyone who so much as gazed in your direction.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀soon after he ripped you from yhizuo’s grasp , you found yourselves within the confinement of a random bathroom. his chest was pressed into your back with his arms holding firm grasps along your biceps , weakened moans riding off your tongue with every movement he made. the hems of your skirt was hiked up your ass , one of his large hands kneading the exposed flesh that’d grown red from his harsh slaps.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your legs would’ve given out if not for how deep he buried himself in you. stretching your delicious walls to mar the shape of his dick. veins raked your insides with every strained thrust he slowly guiding in your cunt , enjoying how you squirmed before him , practically fucking yourself on his erection. " so fuckin’ needy for someone who wore such filth. " teeth gritting only meters away from your ear , back arching how his breath fanned the hairs on your neck. " m’sorry , chan. f— fuck. please just fuck me. " your pleading moans were music to his ears , the hand that rested on your bicep traveling to your neck and making you watch how you begged him so pathetically.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with one last ricocheting slap to your swollen flesh , he guided his hand towards your opposite bicep , roughening his actions and likewise watching you through the mirror. how your mouth hung low. the way you twitched every other rut he sent to your gut. your eyes that practically turned white every time he kissed your cervix with his throbbing tip. you were so perfect. so goddamn perfect for him , though sometimes your actions got the best of you.

' use your words , baby. c'mon , i know you can be a big girl f'me. ' ' p—please , jus' fuck me. please , baby. '

one leg was thrown onto the counter , giving sungchan more access to hit every sweet spot that carved your insides. by now the dress had been completely tarnished , stretched out at every seam along it.

' god y'fit me so well , pretty. so perfect. ' ' i— i can— can't. s'too much. fuck , fu— fuck so good , baby. '

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PARK WONBIN⠀in⠀Riize. 6.23 | 정성찬 ⋆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”y/n’s little emo boyfriend” is what everyone called him. sticking out like a sore thumb whenever he stood next to your brilliant smile and extroverted mannerisms. always so gentle , so careful when his hands grazed your precious skin. it was as if he was scared to lay a hand on you , earning some guidance from yourself whenever he did so. it was cute. he was cute. always has been since before you asked him out.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀never in your life would you have thought to see such hunger swirling his beautiful eyes. disheveled breaths grazing your flesh and earning soft gapes from your gloss covered lips. thighs threatening to close were held still by your sheepish boyfriend who couldn’t stand how beautiful you looked out on the dance floor. he thought he could handle it. he swore he wasn’t the jealous type. no never. he couldn’t. it was childish and far too time consuming.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though , the longer he observed you amongst peers , skirt riding your hips anytime you lowered your upper body to grind against aeri’s lower abdomen. the man’s mind wandered freely , jealousy an evident linger the more he envied the woman. he was a fool to think he was superior , falling victim like any other man and finding himself kneeled between your legs with utmost desperation protruding his aroma.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" f— fuck , bin please! wh— what if someone walks i— in? " your pleas were merely rubbish to his disastrously lewd actions. to hell with everyone that could interrupt your moment. he wanted you. he needed you. this very instant. just as much as you wanted him. aeri knew a dress as such would bring out the worst in your timid boyfriend , and boy were you glad you listened for once. he handled you with such hostility , yet so much passion that it made your legs turn jello.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lips latched onto your clit to silence your critiques , knees bucking around wonbin’s head , though his sleek fingers delved into your flesh and forced them open much like before. it was an erotic scene , chin dripped in your slick with his lust filled gaze burning holes into your weeping figure above. if not for your wrist that was glued to your filth-spewing mouth you’d be sure to have moans embedded into the seams of the finished walls.

' jus' once more , sweetheart. i know you got one final load in there f'me. ' ' b—bin , please. i— i ca—can't. '

calloused fingers joined his mouth in relishing your juices , sopping cunt wrapping firmly around two of his digits that seeped so perfectly within your delicate walls. it drove him mad how sweet you tasted.

' you're doin' s'good for me , princess. ' ' i— i'm sorry. bin , p— please. i—i promise i'll never we— ear it again. '

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