#nomad shin kangsu

[slytherinshua]

▧　I'M YOURS　( 신강수 )

genre fluff , friends to lovers, rivr x reader   cw recent breakup mention (kangsu) , not proofread   wc 938   request yes   note wrote this while listening to his cover of dancing with your ghost on repeat his voice is sooo pretty :( def taking #1 wrecker spot rn i need more covers from him immediately   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

“You seem… indifferent about it. Aren’t you sad that things ended with her?” You posed the question to your best friend, Kangsu, genuinely curious how he felt about it. He had broken up with his girlfriend of a few months a couple weeks ago, much to your surprise. Sure, you hadn’t expected the relationship to last in the long term, but you had thought they had a few more months to go before breaking it off. 

Although, you couldn’t say you weren’t happy that your best friend was single again. As selfish as it sounded, it meant more time you could spend with him. And you knew that you were still his favourite person. You took pride in that, even when sometimes you felt like you shouldn’t still be that much to him. Especially when he was dating someone else. Deep in your mind, you knew that you had always been, even when he had been dating his now ex, Eunbi. 

She was nice. A couple months younger than Kangsu, but sensible and smart. It was a mature breakup, you could tell that much. There was no betrayed trust or broken hearts, just a slow ache of loneliness that everyone experienced after losing the spur of excitement and love that a new relationship brought. 

“I think I knew she wasn’t the one even before I agreed to go out with her.” Kangsu mumbled, arms wrapped around his knees, staring at the dark sky. It was calm, a cool breeze blowing in between you both. You inched slightly closer to him, yet he didn’t flinch. Never had, and never would around you, even though he was naturally a nervous person around others. One that liked to keep his personal space to himself. 

You hummed, “So, if you’re not sad about things ending; what are you feeling about it?”

Kangsu sighed, “I feel… guilty. I know she agreed to end it amicably, but in a way, I feel like it was my fault for dating her in the first place. If I knew it wasn’t going to go anywhere, I shouldn’t have even started it. Maybe I wasted both of our time.” 

His words were slow and thoughtful. He was always like that for as long as you had known him. He seemed shy to some, slow to others. To you, he was just cautious. He didn’t like making mistakes, and so, he did his best not to. You weren’t sure if he thought his relationship had been a mistake, but you knew there were doubts about it lingering in his head. 

He took a breath, “I think I was just confused back then. I wasn’t sure who my heart belonged to. I misjudged. I thought it was her, and it wasn’t.”

You nodded, although it was too dark for Kangsu to really see. You’d had your own fair share of complicated and confusing relationships and breakups. You sympathised with how he was feeling, even though you hadn’t shared his exact experience. You could always relate to him easier than anyone else. Maybe it was the years you had known him, or some deeper connection of your souls. He was easy to be with, easy to understand, and easy to care about. He made love feel like the simplest thing on Earth.

“I’m thankful I dated her, though.” Kangsu said suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen. You turned to him, wondering what spurred the sudden confession. 

“Why?”

“She made me realise who I really wanted to be with.” You couldn't see the smile on his face, but you could feel it in his voice, and it made your lips bloom into your own smile before you could hold it back.

“Oh? And who’s that?” Your tone was teasing. You knew who it was. Kangsu shifted even closer to you, shoulder brushing against yours. 

“I think you knew I was yours all along. Didn’t you?” Kangsu whispered.

You hummed, “I knew you weren’t hers, even when you said you were.” You couldn’t make out any details on his face, but you reached out to cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against the cold night air. He let out a slow exhale, the breath hitting your hand slightly. 

“Do you need time? It hasn’t been long.” You were about to move your hand away, but Kangsu caught your wrist before you could, keeping you firmly there. Despite knowing how much your own heart ached to be with him romantically, you knew how hard it was to get into a new relationship after an old one had ended. You didn’t want to push him. But, Kangsu shook his head.

“I want this. I really do.” He told you, tone soft and careful like it always was and always would be.

When his soft lips met yours, it felt like home. Even though you had thought about it before, you had never dared to go this far with him. Not when you first found him attractive in high school, or when you broke up with your first boyfriend in university and desperately needed someone to ease the pain. You had been too scared to rush it with Kangsu, and so, you kept within the boundaries of friends for years. 

You knew it had been worth it to wait. Although hard, patience won out, and you were rewarded with something that felt infinitely more precious than it ever could have been before. You had grown with him, learned with him, and laughed with him over the years. Now, you were committed to loving him for as long as you possibly could.

nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,, @hursheys

[karinaing]

NOMAD 1st Single 【𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓜𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴】 | RIVR

📞 2024.10.09 6PM (KST)

[eternalgyu]

bf texts with nomad !!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack ig a little suggestive if u squint

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: guys I love nomad sm AAAAA LIKE MY BABIES also these r for @slytherinshua BCUZ zanna has been feeding my brainrot to the max.

hong doeui

park sangha

kim jiwon

shin kangsu

jeong junho

[soobinskii]

rivr as a boyfriend !

warnings : bf!rivr | fluff & smut.

bf!kangsu, who kisses you softly, knowing exactly how to. his plush lips pressed against yours, fit like two puzzle pieces.

bf!kangsu, who takes you out on simple dates. shopping, cafes, anime stores, kpop stores, parks, etc.. whenever the two of you go out, you always make the best of it; rain or shine.

bf!kangsu, who texts you all the time while he's gone. asking how you are, if you need anything, just checking in.

bf!kangsu, who cuddles you in any way possible, holding you tight as if you're grounding him. he needs to be as close as possible to you.

bf!kangsu, who always says the sweetest things with a bright smile on his face. nothing but adoration in his eyes.

bf!kangsu, who loves watching movies and animes with you. he always picks out the best snacks & the perfect films.

bf!kangsu, who always knows how to make you happy. buying your favorite foods and, telling you the sweetest things.

bf!kangsu, who is always touching you. he always has to rest his head in your lap, hold your hand, have a hand in your back pocket; anything will do for him, even intertwined pinkies. he just wants to feel the skin to skin contact.

bf!kangsu, who has many chapsticks. buying flavors that you like, just so you'll kiss him more. just so you will always remember him when you have a sweet, or a fruit.

bf!kangsu, who likes staying in with you. he loves lazy makeout sessions on the couch, in bed, anywhere. as long as you're with him he doesn't mind.

bf!kangsu, who's good with his mouth. talking, finding the right words to say. kissing, kisses that leave you wanting more; chasing his lips.

bf!kangsu, who enjoys making out while you're ontop, or beside him.

bf!kangsu, who's hands run down your sides. he knows what to do to get you riled up, telling you exactly what he wants. he says the dirtiest things so bluntly.

bf!kangsu, knows exactly where to touch you, the right spot to make you cum faster. the exact motion of his hips that'll get you whimpering. the exact spot to bite and suck on your neck, the spot that makes you mewl and arch your back into him.

bf!kangsu, loves missionary. he loves seeing your face. wants to see your face twist up in pleasure as you unravel on his cock.

bf!kangsu, who's favorite pasttime is eating you out. loves the taste of your sopping heat on his tongue. savoring it, sucking you up like you're his last meal.

bf!kangsu who can't make you come just once. he needs to see it multiple times and engrave it into his memories, maybe even his camera roll.

bf!kangsu, who will absolutely wreck you and then yap and blab about the nerdiest shit. talking about his favorite animes and what the characters roles are.

bf!kangsu who will play soft music in the background after you guys settle down. he holds you tight, pressing his face into yours.

a/n : rivrbrainrot pls rivr kiss me. i hope you enjoyed !! <3

[n0madsbase]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ɴᴏᴍᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ʙꜰ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

warnings ⚠︎: suggestive (a lil 4 sangha), called a 🐶 in junho’s

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DOY

𐙚 SANGHA

ᯓ★ ONE

ᡣ𐭩 RIVR

✮⋆˙ JUNHO

[kpop-bbg]

[slytherinshua]

NOMAD AS ROMANCE TROPES

genre. fluff. angst. headcanons. warnings. toxic friends in doy's part. jiwon's is pretty angsty + alcohol mention. slightly angsty in rivr's?? playful bullying in junho's. junho's was written first so it's slightly different than the rest and i'm too lazy to rewrite it to match so just ignore that. not proofread. pairing. nomad x fem!reader (separate). wc. 3.3k. (600-700 per member). request. no. a/n. been cooking this up for a while and i'm pretty happy with how it game out hehe :D (literally just written for @eternalgyu basically cause who else is reading for nomad). net. @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

HONG DOEUI ﾐ ENEMIES TO LOVERS + CONTRACT RELATIONSHIP

“How much are you going to pay me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” Doeui asked with his arms crossed, teasing you with a lift of his eyebrow. He knew he was in the better position, and he revelled in seeing you embarrassed and having to beg for his help. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have lied saying you were dating a guy for over a year now to your friends. And maybe you should have found some other person to fill in, but the truth was, you didn’t know anyone you could ask other than Doeui. Sure, you hated the fact that he knew almost all your secrets, and there were no fond feelings you kept towards the guy. But he knew your boundaries and respected them, unlike other past ‘friends’. Whatever dirt he had on you, he had enough decency to make sure it never spilled past his lips.

“100,000 won per day. Every time you piss me off, a deduction of 20,000. Okay?”

The corner of his lip jumped up, a self-satisfied smirk taking over his features, “Make it 150,000.”

“Deal.”

God, what had you gotten yourself into?

Although you spent 3 days regretting and dreading your decision, on the first day of the contract, Doeui showed up right on time. Instead of his usual zip-up hoodies and beanies, he had adorned a simple cardigan and jeans. His earrings, rings, and chains were all gone, and even his hair was styled neatly. When you questioned him about it, he just gave you a shrug and a slight smile.

“Thought I could sell the act better if I didn’t look like a jerk.”

“Oh, so you admit that you did before?”

“You hated when I dressed like that, and that’s why I did it.” His eyes stared at you as the words fell from his mouth, and something twisted in your chest at the look he gave you.

Something about hearing that he thought about you enough to know about what would make you pissed and what you liked. As stupid as it sounded, no one had given you that much thought before. Even your friends who you got into this contractional mess for didn’t think about you that much. You knew they weren’t good people to hang around. You knew that deep down, they would drop you in half a second if they got tired of you. But you were scared of losing the only people you had in your life, even if they weren’t truly there for you. You didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to feel like an outcast again.  

The meeting with your friends went well. They seemed impressed that you could actually pull someone like Doeui. If they knew you were lying, they would definitely drop you in an instant. It took an uncomfortable amount of convincing for them to believe that he was actually in love with you. Kissing him in front of your friends was awkward. 

Not really the kissing part, but the watching. Something about Doeui’s lips felt right. You wished you didn’t have 5 pairs of watchful eyes on you the entire time. You couldn’t memorize the feeling of his skin when you were so aware of the gazes on you two.

A week went by and the same routine stayed. 150,000 left your bank per day, just as you had promised. Each day, you found yourself trying to delay meeting up with your friends, if only to spend just another few minutes alone with Doeui. It was becoming clearer that something had switched. The man who used to piss you off was the very same one who provided you with any comfort. 

He seemed to catch onto you although you had tried to hide it for a while. And when he asked you to tell him the truth, you found yourself spilling all your feelings without a second thought. Your fears, your doubts, your secrets. He knew them all by the end of it. But unlike your fake friends who would’ve surely laughed in your face, he soothed you with a kiss and promises that you knew held a weight you could rely on.

PARK SANGHA ﾐ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

“Remember our first day of middle school?” You ask while staring at the ceiling. The break between each sentence was so quiet you could hear every breath Sangha took. But it was comfortable. Everything felt like home when you were with him.

“Yeah?”

“I was so anxious that you wouldn’t be in the same class section as me. I almost cried looking at the list of names cause I missed yours the first time I looked at it.” You giggled, reminiscing about your childhood.

“You know I’d always find a way to be with you in class.” Sangha stated as a fact, rolling his eyes playfully. He shifted over to his side, cheek squished against the pillow. Your gaze fell to look at him, eyes meeting halfway. You both giggled.

It had been so long since you had a sleepover like this. They were almost every other night during elementary, and still at least once a week during middle school. You were always inseparable. High school was hard on you both, but you got through it together.

“Remember when you forced me to do a scary movie marathon with you on Halloween?” He smiled.

You grinned, “How could I ever forget that? You screamed like a teenage girl and hugged me the entire time.”

“It was scary!”

“It was literally Coraline.” 

“So?! I kept thinking about buttons getting sewn on my eyes.” He shuddered and you let out another laugh, wrapping the blanket tighter over your body. 

It was a bit chilly, and you were ever aware of the heat radiating off of Sangha’s body. It was just slightly too far away for you to benefit from, though. As Sangha continued rambling about horror films and his squeamishness towards the genre, you could only focus on the chill that ran up your spine and how you wish you were wrapped up in his arms instead of the blanket. 

That was weird. You had never wanted to cuddle with Sangha before. Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him, but you barely ever hugged him.

“Are you shivering? I told you to turn up the thermostat.” Sangha laughed, pulling on your arm. “Here, you can leech off of my warmth.”

Your eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around you, the chill immediately fading as you felt his body warmth. You shifted, head resting on his arm like a pillow. His face was close to you, and the blanket comfortably rested over both of you. 

You’d never been this close to him.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, gulping down a nervous lump in your throat. He was so pretty up close. Was he always this pretty?

He was your best friend— you shouldn’t be feeling nervous around him. You grew up with him. But you hadn’t been this close in years, and it was starting to affect you all too quickly. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and it had your heart racing a mile a minute.

“Still cold?” 

You shook your head slowly, feeling quite the opposite temperature you had a minute ago. You could feel heat creeping up your neck and spreading to your cheeks. 

“This feels… different.” You mustered your voice, although it still came out in a hesitant whisper.

“Do you not like it?” Sangha questioned, loosening his arms around you.

“No, I like it.” You caught his wrist before he could pull back from you completely, guiding it back to your waist. He breathed out, a smile growing on his lips. 

“I think I like you, you know.” His words were soft and sweet. You could feel the honesty in them. Of course, Sangha would never lie to you. You smiled, and despite your racing heart, you leaned in to press your lips to his. 

It definitely wasn’t what you had originally planned to happen on your first sleepover with your best friend in almost 2 years, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed with the results. He wasn’t just confined to that label anymore either, and now you could proudly call him your boyfriend. 

KIM JIWON ﾐ FALLBACK

Jiwon knew that he was your second choice. Someway or another, there always seemed to be a reason you wouldn’t choose him. He was tired of it. Tired of being thrown around and played with. Tired of being used when you needed it and discarded when you were done. He knew you were bad for him, but he couldn’t find a way to leave you for good.

His heart betrayed him, racing whenever he heard your voice, throwing all logic and sense out the window. He went through the same cycle, convincing himself that he needed to leave you, that you were no good for him. But he always failed. All you had to do was look into his eyes, ask him to stay, and he would. 

It was another one of those nights, where you had crashed at his place after another fight with your ex-boyfriend. You’d probably still choose your ex over him given the choice, wouldn’t you? He wished that he could say he wouldn’t choose staying with you over leaving, but that would be a lie. He was too hung up on the what if’s, dreaming about what could be instead of facing reality. 

He rinsed a washcloth under the sink in the bathroom, making sure the temperature was cold. Wringing it out, he shuffled back to the couch where you were passed out. You had shown up drunk, Jiwon could tell that much, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the armrest. 

He placed the cool cloth on your forehead, adjusting a blanket over your frame with a sigh. What was he doing? Why was he caring for you so gently when you would just leave him when the morning came? He took a seat on the floor beside you, staring at your sleeping face as a million thoughts ran through his head. The answer to his questions stared right at him. He was still too in love with you to let you go. The pain you made him go through was incomparable to the pain of letting you go. He wasn’t strong enough to live his life without you in it.

God, he knew it sounded beyond pathetic. 

You woke up a few hours later. Your earlier headache from the alcohol had subsided. As you sat up slowly, taking in the sight of Jiwon’s apartment, you felt a pang in your chest. You always ended up here when something went wrong. Because you knew Jiwon would make things feel right again. Deep down, you knew it was wrong for you to keep relying on him. What was he even getting in return? 

“You’re awake.” 

Your eyes flicked up to his frame, standing in the kitchen, filling a glass with water. You forced the lump in your throat down as he walked over to you and gave you the glass.

“I’m sorry.” The words fell from your lips before Jiwon could say anything. You looked up to his face, eyes glossy with regret, “To make you have to work so much— I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t.

“He’s not good for you.” Jiwon said, looking at your tired eyes.

“You don’t have to remind me of that.” You whispered quietly, guilt drowning your frame. You sipped the water, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tension that had settled in the room.

“Do you still love him?” 

“I don’t know how to stop loving him.” You said honestly. 

Jiwon's eyes fell. Everything made sense— he understood it all too well. How could he sit there and tell you what to do when he couldn’t even take his own advice? He didn’t know how to stop loving either.

SHIN KANGSU ﾐ RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME

You missed Kangsu. So badly. Every night you spent alone in your bed, surrounded by the empty walls that used to hold memories of him, you missed him more. Your breakup hadn’t ended on bad terms, which, ironically, made everything worse. 

You were just in different stages of life. A relationship wasn’t sustainable in the midst of graduating university and finding your dream career. While you were burdened with the stress of endless choices, Kangsu was struggling with rejection and finding himself. You knew that had you continued your relationship, the turbulence would’ve turned into countless fights and a worse breakup in the end.

But you still believed that Kangsu was the one for you. He felt so right. And you would give anything to have him back now that your life was more stable. You still had his number, although you were afraid to call. You had both promised to cut off contact so you could focus on yourselves. Were you in a good position to ask him to come back? What if he wasn’t ready? What if he didn’t want to? What if he had found someone else?

While you were busy overthinking it, staring at his contact with the old contact photo and heart that you had never deleted from his name, you accidentally pressed the call button. He picked up after the first 2 rings.

“Y/n?”

“Kangsu?” His name felt like deja vu on your tongue. You had repeated it so many times in your head, but saying it out loud brought you back to 3 years ago. 

“Why’d you call?”

You closed your eyes, hearing his soft voice root itself in your head, sure to not leave your mind for the next week. 

“I miss you.” There was no need to lie or pretend like you didn’t. You had always been honest with Kangsu. He never judged you, so there was never a need to conceal yourself or your feelings.

“Really?”

The small lilt in his tone made a flurry of butterflies rush to your stomach. A need to know everything that had happened in his life over the past years invaded your entire body. Before you knew it, you were standing up from your bed and shuffling to put your shoes on.

“Really.”

“Are you free?”

You hummed in affirmation. 

“30 minutes, our spot… Okay?”

“Okay.” You slipped on your coat and opened the front door, hearing similar shuffling from the other side of the phone. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would sound too desperate, but in the end you decided you didn’t care. “I need to see you.” 

There was a pause on Kangsu’s end, as he took in the yearning of your voice. “You’ll see me. I’ll be there, I promise.”

The 30 minutes spent getting to the park that you used to spend every evening at with Kangsu was both fast and slow at the same time. Impatient, anxious, worried, bittersweet; you couldn’t place exactly what you were feeling. You wanted to be back in his arms, the place you craved for years after you broke up. 

You found him sitting on the bench you always sat at, staring at the little bridge running over a small pond. When he saw you, he stood up instantly, eyes glued to your figure. 

He looked different. A good different. You could see the confidence in his face and more wisdom in his eyes. He seemed sure of himself just by the way he held his head on his shoulders. You could tell from just a look that the years apart had been well worth it. He had needed it, and now an even better version of him was facing you.

He pulled you into his arms before you could even run to them, and it all felt the same. His arms wrapped around your body, squeezing you gently. Your perfume hitting his nose, intoxicating his brain with everything he missed about you.

“I missed you.” His earnest words flooded your heart and you buried your head into his chest. Right person, right time.

JEONG JUNHO ﾐ ANNOYANCES TO LOVERS

Junho was always like a splinter in your finger, a pebble in your shoe, or a stitch in your side. Annoying, but never harmful enough to do any real damage. You both messed with each other for your own entertainment, only because he was the oldest friend you knew.

He was easy to play bully when you were younger. He was always shorter than you, with a wimpier frame and a squeakier voice. As six year olds, your harmless bickering and teasing never cut too deep. You’d make fun of each other’s toys in elementary school, or your outfits in middle. You groaned in annoyance whenever you were paired together for projects, spending the whole time bickering and ending up getting a low grade for it. 

By high school, you teased each other for getting a low score on a test, competing to see who would place lower in the class ranking (not that either of you were in the running for the top spots). But you both still ended up sitting together in the canteen when you found yourself friendless the first week. Junho was the only familiar person around you, despite the less than friendly dynamic you shared. While you certainly still bickered and annoyed each other, you could barely throw the low blows you used to. 

Puberty had hit Junho like a truck, gracing him with a tall muscular figure, and a much deeper voice. You could truthfully only admire how he had come into his own. But that didn’t mean you would stop getting a reaction out of him, although you couldn’t ignore how a certain fondness was starting to grow in your heart for him.

When you joined the soccer team, he showed up to practice to laugh whenever you tripped over your own two feet, only for him to be the same person to walk you to the nurse’s office. When he joined musical theater, you made fun of him whenever he was off-key, only to bring him flowers after his first show as the lead role. 

Your quick comebacks to his every teasing remark was a sense of familiarity that he didn’t want to lose. When feelings got into the mix with your regular banter was something neither you or Junho could pinpoint. What you did know is at some point, your eye rolls held all the fondness in the world and your playful smacks on the shoulder were a bit softer than usual. At some point, a sense of pride flooded your body when you looked at Junho and his accomplishments, and you started to voice how proud you were of him.

Whether small pats on the shoulder or tousling his hair (if you could reach), the message seemed to get across to him. The boy you had known since you were little had grown into the man you wanted to be beside you for the rest of your life. Him asking you out officially one late night on a walk surprised neither of you. You knew the feelings had been mutual for a while.

The shift to dating was natural as well. Maybe you were both a bit more caring and attentive than before. You were no longer too shy to hold his hand whenever you wanted (nor did you dismiss the thought whenever it came up, under the delusion that you could never like someone as annoying as Junho). He no longer debated whether bending down to kiss you was overstepping the boundaries of friendship (he had long since lost the war of fighting how much he adored you). But poking fun at each other would always be your love language, and that was a reality you were both more than content with. 

↳ nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,, @hursheys

[slytherinshua]

　　　nomad masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　sangha

birthday girl

genre: fluff. | wc: 422.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　doeui

california love

genre: fluff. | wc: 663.

in the zone ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 514.

late night kisses (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 806.

　　　　jiwon

pearls (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 709.

　　　　kangsu

i'm yours (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. friends to lovers. | wc: 938.

　　　　junho

nothing yet . . .

　　　　other

nomad as romance tropes ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot5 nomad. | genre: fluff. angst. headcanons. | wc: 3.3k.

[n0madsbase]

Oops

Genre: Smut MDNI

Pairing: Rivr x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, literal sex, fingering (+oral), a snooping rivr

W/C: 1.6k

A/N: first time writing smut so may be EXTREMELY bad (probs is 💀) also deleted the request by accident but it was “can we get a rivr smut please? he's genuinely so hot 🙏🙇”

“So this is it” you gesture to the inside of your apartment as you walk in with Rivr. You both have just come back from a nice night out together. Rivr and yours relationship was fairly new going strong for about 3 months now

Yet nothing sexual had happened, it was not that you both were inexperienced. Rivr had had his fair share of partners and you’ve had about one or two, but it just seemed that there was really never time for the both of you to initiate something

“Do you want something to drink or-“

“I don’t really mind, anything works love” he responds back

“Would you like some wine?” you suggest to him

“That’ll be fine love” he smiles and lets out a light laugh “You can head towards my room, it’s down the hall on the right, make yourself comfortable” you smile at him placing a kiss on his lips before heading to the kitchen

You pour white wine into two glasses before picking them up and beginning the trek to your room. You see the door is slightly left cracked open and push it completely open

“I hope you don’t mind white win-“

You freeze when you see Rivr sitting on your bed holding your vibrator turned on, you drop the glasses out of shock and hear them shatter on the ground. Rivr’s head snaps up to look at you still holding the turned on vibrator

You rush over to the boy sitting on your bed avoiding the shattered glass on the floor before you grab the pink wand out of his hands a little roughly

“…uh..I- Why were you snooping through my things” You rush out flustered

“M’sorry love it was left charging so…I’m sorry i shouldn’t have touched what doesn’t belong to me” He reaches out for you as you’ve frozen. You cover your face in embarrassment

“this is so embarrassing” you say behind your hands hiding your face. Rivr reaches for your hands to remove them “There’s no need to be embarrassed, to be honest I find it kind of hot”

You’re completely overcome with embarrassment and groan out in shame “just please stop talking about itttt-“ you whine out

“Do you think about me while using it..?” Rivr questions

“Please can we stop talking about this-'' you walk away from him to go take care of the shattered wine glass problem . You begin picking up the pieces and Rivr joins you.

“Y’know it’s nothing to be embarrassed about if you do, I am your boyfriend and honestly i think about you too anytime I jac-“

“Please Don’t finish that statement Kangsu!” you let out a pained chuckle

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You both had finished cleaning up the mess and were currently watching a movie together on your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about what Rivr thought about the situation, he did say that you shouldn’t be embarrassed but you couldn’t help but to feel it

Rivr pauses the movie playing on your TV before he looks towards you when you don’t let out some form of laughter at the joke that was said on the screen “….are you thinking about what happened?, i’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“No it’s fine it was on me, I forgot that i left it out…” you trail off. “could I ask you something though?”

“You can ask me anything love” he turns his body so he’s laying on his side while you’re laying on your back. You turn your head to him “Did you mean it when you said…y’know youtouchyourselfwhile-“

“Woah love slow down” he chuckles a little. You begin again slowly this time “do you actually touch yourself and think about me..” you look away from him as this was your first actual conversation about anything sexual

“…love do you trust me” you turn to look at him and nod, he then grabs your hand by the wrist and slowly places it on the growing bulge in his jeans, you let out a slight gasp at his sudden boldness

“does this prove what I said is true” you nod your head “I need words love”

“I believe you” he presses my hand down more firmly on his member and he lets out a quiet groan of pleasure. You begin to move your hand on its own without his aid and he brings his hand to his mouth biting on his finger

“..i want to hear you kangsu” you look at his face that’s twisted with pleasure, he removes his hand from his mouth and makes eye contact with you before he climbs over you and places both hands on either side of your head. “Y’know you never answered me love, do you think about me like i think about you”

“I do kangsu..” you respond back

He lets his lips raise to a smirk before he’s leaning down and beginning to place multiple kisses on your neck. Rivr begins to suck gently on your neck and you let out slight moans, he finds a specific spot and you moan more louder than before. You feel Rivr’s hands trail under your shirt it lifts as his hands go higher

He comes up from your neck to make eye contact with you asking if it was okay for what he’s going to do. You nod your head and he lifts your shirt up, you sit up a little so he could remove your shirt properly. Once the barrier of the shirt was gone Rivr leans done to pull you into a sloppy messy kiss, he breaks the kiss for a second to remove his shirt before he’s placing his lips on yours again

Rivr begins to kiss down your body going from your neck, to down your stomach before he’s stopping

“Can I remove these?” he panting a little while looping his finger though your belt loop, you nod panting along with him. Rivr unbuttons your pants and zips them down before starting to pull down your pants, you lift your hips to help him and soon your pants are off. You’re left in your underwear

You begin to tug on Rivr’s pants signalling you wanted them off. He understands the message and unzips them, removing his too, leaving the both of you in your underwear. You pull him back in for a steamy kiss and separate just to ask

“Do you have a condom?”

Rivr moves to the side of the bed to reach for his pants on the floor and you take the opportunity to sit up and remove your bra and your panties. Rivr comes back to sit in front of you after grabbing the condom that was in his wallet.

“Do you want to put it on?” Rivr questions you nod and begin to tug on his boxers, he leans back to take them off, you slightly gasp at the sight in front of you. You reach your hands towards it and gently begin to stroke his length

Rivr groans “Love if you keep that up I might not last any longer” you move your hand to grab the condom in his hand before tearing it open and taking out the latex. You place it on the tip of his hardened member before rolling it down to its base, you pinch the top and lay back down

Rivr reaches for your thighs and pushes the both of them apart he stares intensely at your core and you go to close your thighs but a hand stops you from fully closing them. Rivr moves further down the bed and you raise your head to ask what he’s doing “gotta taste you first” he says

Rivr slowly licks a long swipe from the top straight down to the bottom before he raises his hand towards your heat and slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger “You're so tight” he says while pushing his fingers as far as they would allow, he slowly begins to pump them in and out at a medium pace. You moan out in pleasure and he quickenes his pace, his head raised to look at your reaction. Your back raises from the bed and he begins to lick your clit in quick laps, you grab onto Rivr’s hair and with that you’re cumming on his fingers

Rivr removes his fingers and comes up to kiss you he leans over to your ear and whispers “you taste delicious love” You’re still panting from your orgasm and through laboured breathing youslip out “thanks i try” teasing him

Rivr moves his whole body so he is face to face with you and grabs onto his member he lines it up with your heat before he slowly begins to push his hips into yours, once his hips are flush against yours you both gasp out at this new feeling, he gives you a second to adjust to the stretch and he reminds you again “You really are tight love” You let out an airy laugh and nod your head signalling you were okay

Rivr then begins to move at a slow pace at first before slowly picking it up, at this point you have let yourself go moaning freely into the air. River’s hand comes down and he begins to rub your clit matching the speed of his thrusts, he leans down to suck along your neck never wavering the speed of his hips, he speed increases shocking you as you didnt think he could go any faster than he already was, River leans back up admiring the work he left on your neck

He smirks down at you and with that you are pushed over the edge, your eyes roll back from your climax, his hips stutter and he’s cumming along with you, he begins to slow down the speed of his hips before he overstimulates the both of you

Your both panting heavily before you feel his body flop down on top of you

“Pull out” you remind him

He responds back with a “In a minute.”

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can we get some rivr nsfw hcs ☺️🙏🤍

Rivr started of as your friend at first, upset that you didn’t see him the same way as him

Rivr who was crushing on you for the past few months had enough

Rivr who was usually quiet and reserved but not shy begins to heavily flirt with you one night out with your friends and his

Rivr who you were now making out with in the entrance of his apartment, one that you have entered many times

Rivr who begins the night with you creaming and moaning out on his cock

Rivr who then wakes you up from your 5 minute power nap to begin another round because who knew the next time he would get to fuck you again

Rivr who had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pushed you to your limits

Rivr who had you in all different types of positions you didn’t even know you could be put into

Rivr who tries all positions he could think of ranging from cowgirl to simple missionary

Rivr who made it his mission that you would never be fucked as good as he was able to fuck you

Rivr who made sure that when the two of you were breathing heavily, panting from your endeavours he had to make sure that you wouldn’t leave him

Rivr who begins to touch and tease you again to confirm that it was engraved into your mind, making sure that you knew you were now his

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genre. fluff. angst. headcanons. warnings. toxic friends in doy's part. jiwon's is pretty angst + alcohol mention. slightly angsty in rivr's?? playful bullying in junho's. junho's was written first so it's slightly different than the rest and i'm too lazy to rewrite it to match so just ignore that. not proofread. pairing. nomad x fem!reader (separate). wc. 3.3k. (600-700 per member). request. no. a/n. been cooking this up for a while and i'm pretty happy with how it game out hehe :D (literally just written for @eternalgyu basically cause who else is reading for nomad). net. @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

HONG DOEUI ﾐ ENEMIES TO LOVERS + CONTRACT RELATIONSHIP

“How much are you going to pay me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” Doeui asked with his arms crossed, teasing you with a lift of his eyebrow. He knew he was in the better position, and he revelled in seeing you embarrassed and having to beg for his help. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have lied saying you were dating a guy for over a year now to your friends. And maybe you should have found some other person to fill in, but the truth was, you didn’t know anyone you could ask other than Doeui. Sure, you hated the fact that he knew almost all your secrets, and there were no fond feelings you kept towards the guy. But he knew your boundaries and respected them, unlike other past ‘friends’. Whatever dirt he had on you, he had enough decency to make sure it never spilled past his lips.

“100,000 won per day. Every time you piss me off, a deduction of 20,000. Okay?”

The corner of his lip jumped up, a self-satisfied smirk taking over his features, “Make it 150,000.”

“Deal.”

God, what had you gotten yourself into?

Although you spent 3 days regretting and dreading your decision, on the first day of the contract, Doeui showed up right on time. Instead of his usual zip-up hoodies and beanies, he had adorned a simple cardigan and jeans. His earrings, rings, and chains were all gone, and even his hair was styled neatly. When you questioned him about it, he just gave you a shrug and a slight smile.

“Thought I could sell the act better if I didn’t look like a jerk.”

“Oh, so you admit that you did before?”

“You hated when I dressed like that, and that’s why I did it.” His eyes stared at you as the words fell from his mouth, and something twisted in your chest at the look he gave you.

Something about hearing that he thought about you enough to know about what would make you pissed and what you liked. As stupid as it sounded, no one had given you that much thought before. Even your friends who you got into this contractional mess for didn’t think about you that much. You knew they weren’t good people to hang around. You knew that deep down, they would drop you in half a second if they got tired of you. But you were scared of losing the only people you had in your life, even if they weren’t truly there for you. You didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to feel like an outcast again.  

The meeting with your friends went well. They seemed impressed that you could actually pull someone like Doeui. If they knew you were lying, they would definitely drop you in an instant. It took an uncomfortable amount of convincing for them to believe that he was actually in love with you. Kissing him in front of your friends was awkward. 

Not really the kissing part, but the watching. Something about Doeui’s lips felt right. You wished you didn’t have 5 pairs of watchful eyes on you the entire time. You couldn’t memorize the feeling of his skin when you were so aware of the gazes on you two.

A week went by and the same routine stayed. 150,000 left your bank per day, just as you had promised. Each day, you found yourself trying to delay meeting up with your friends, if only to spend just another few minutes alone with Doeui. It was becoming clearer that something had switched. The man who used to piss you off was the very same one who provided you with any comfort. 

He seemed to catch onto you although you had tried to hide it for a while. And when he asked you to tell him the truth, you found yourself spilling all your feelings without a second thought. Your fears, your doubts, your secrets. He knew them all by the end of it. But unlike your fake friends who would’ve surely laughed in your face, he soothed you with a kiss and promises that you knew held a weight you could rely on.

PARK SANGHA ﾐ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

“Remember our first day of middle school?” You ask while staring at the ceiling. The break between each sentence was so quiet you could hear every breath Sangha took. But it was comfortable. Everything felt like home when you were with him.

“Yeah?”

“I was so anxious that you wouldn’t be in the same class section as me. I almost cried looking at the list of names cause I missed yours the first time I looked at it.” You giggled, reminiscing about your childhood.

“You know I’d always find a way to be with you in class.” Sangha stated as a fact, rolling his eyes playfully. He shifted over to his side, cheek squished against the pillow. Your gaze fell to look at him, eyes meeting halfway. You both giggled.

It had been so long since you had a sleepover like this. They were almost every other night during elementary, and still at least once a week during middle school. You were always inseparable. High school was hard on you both, but you got through it together.

“Remember when you forced me to do a scary movie marathon with you on Halloween?” He smiled.

You grinned, “How could I ever forget that? You screamed like a teenage girl and hugged me the entire time.”

“It was scary!”

“It was literally Coraline.” 

“So?! I kept thinking about buttons getting sewn on my eyes.” He shuddered and you let out another laugh, wrapping the blanket tighter over your body. 

It was a bit chilly, and you were ever aware of the heat radiating off of Sangha’s body. It was just slightly too far away for you to benefit from, though. As Sangha continued rambling about horror films and his squeamishness towards the genre, you could only focus on the chill that ran up your spine and how you wish you were wrapped up in his arms instead of the blanket. 

That was weird. You had never wanted to cuddle with Sangha before. Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him, but you barely ever hugged him.

“Are you shivering? I told you to turn up the thermostat.” Sangha laughed, pulling on your arm. “Here, you can leech off of my warmth.”

Your eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around you, the chill immediately fading as you felt his body warmth. You shifted, head resting on his arm like a pillow. His face was close to you, and the blanket comfortably rested over both of you. 

You’d never been this close to him.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, gulping down a nervous lump in your throat. He was so pretty up close. Was he always this pretty?

He was your best friend— you shouldn’t be feeling nervous around him. You grew up with him. But you hadn’t been this close in years, and it was starting to affect you all too quickly. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and it had your heart racing a mile a minute.

“Still cold?” 

You shook your head slowly, feeling quite the opposite temperature you had a minute ago. You could feel heat creeping up your neck and spreading to your cheeks. 

“This feels… different.” You mustered your voice, although it still came out in a hesitant whisper.

“Do you not like it?” Sangha questioned, loosening his arms around you.

“No, I like it.” You caught his wrist before he could pull back from you completely, guiding it back to your waist. He breathed out, a smile growing on his lips. 

“I think I like you, you know.” His words were soft and sweet. You could feel the honesty in them. Of course, Sangha would never lie to you. You smiled, and despite your racing heart, you leaned in to press your lips to his. 

It definitely wasn’t what you had originally planned to happen on your first sleepover with your best friend in almost 2 years, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed with the results. He wasn’t just confined to that label anymore either, and now you could proudly call him your boyfriend. 

KIM JIWON ﾐ FALLBACK

Jiwon knew that he was your second choice. Someway or another, there always seemed to be a reason you wouldn’t choose him. He was tired of it. Tired of being thrown around and played with. Tired of being used when you needed it and discarded when you were done. He knew you were bad for him, but he couldn’t find a way to leave you for good.

His heart betrayed him, racing whenever he heard your voice, throwing all logic and sense out the window. He went through the same cycle, convincing himself that he needed to leave you, that you were no good for him. But he always failed. All you had to do was look into his eyes, ask him to stay, and he would. 

It was another one of those nights, where you had crashed at his place after another fight with your ex-boyfriend. You’d probably still choose your ex over him given the choice, wouldn’t you? He wished that he could say he wouldn’t choose staying with you over leaving, but that would be a lie. He was too hung up on the what if’s, dreaming about what could be instead of facing reality. 

He rinsed a washcloth under the sink in the bathroom, making sure the temperature was cold. Wringing it out, he shuffled back to the couch where you were passed out. You had shown up drunk, Jiwon could tell that much, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the armrest. 

He placed the cool cloth on your forehead, adjusting a blanket over your frame with a sigh. What was he doing? Why was he caring for you so gently when you would just leave him when the morning came? He took a seat on the floor beside you, staring at your sleeping face as a million thoughts ran through his head. The answer to his questions stared right at him. He was still too in love with you to let you go. The pain you made him go through was incomparable to the pain of letting you go. He wasn’t strong enough to live his life without you in it.

God, he knew it sounded beyond pathetic. 

You woke up a few hours later. Your earlier headache from the alcohol had subsided. As you sat up slowly, taking in the sight of Jiwon’s apartment, you felt a pang in your chest. You always ended up here when something went wrong. Because you knew Jiwon would make things feel right again. Deep down, you knew it was wrong for you to keep relying on him. What was he even getting in return? 

“You’re awake.” 

Your eyes flicked up to his frame, standing in the kitchen, filling a glass with water. You forced the lump in your throat down as he walked over to you and gave you the glass.

“I’m sorry.” The words fell from your lips before Jiwon could say anything. You looked up to his face, eyes glossy with regret, “To make you have to work so much— I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t.

“He’s not good for you.” Jiwon said, looking at your tired eyes.

“You don’t have to remind me of that.” You whispered quietly, guilt drowning your frame. You sipped the water, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tension that had settled in the room.

“Do you still love him?” 

“I don’t know how to stop loving him.” You said honestly. 

Jiwon's eyes fell. Everything made sense— he understood it all too well. How could he sit there and tell you what to do when he couldn’t even take his own advice? He didn’t know how to stop loving either.

SHIN KANGSU ﾐ RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME

You missed Kangsu. So badly. Every night you spent alone in your bed, surrounded by the empty walls that used to hold memories of him, you missed him more. Your breakup hadn’t ended on bad terms, which, ironically, made everything worse. 

You were just in different stages of life. A relationship wasn’t sustainable in the midst of graduating university and finding your dream career. While you were burdened with the stress of endless choices, Kangsu was struggling with rejection and finding himself. You knew that had you continued your relationship, the turbulence would’ve turned into countless fights and a worse breakup in the end.

But you still believed that Kangsu was the one for you. He felt so right. And you would give anything to have him back now that your life was more stable. You still had his number, although you were afraid to call. You had both promised to cut off contact so you could focus on yourselves. Were you in a good position to ask him to come back? What if he wasn’t ready? What if he didn’t want to? What if he had found someone else?

While you were busy overthinking it, staring at his contact with the old contact photo and heart that you had never deleted from his name, you accidentally pressed the call button. He picked up after the first 2 rings.

“Y/n?”

“Kangsu?” His name felt like deja vu on your tongue. You had repeated it so many times in your head, but saying it out loud brought you back to 3 years ago. 

“Why’d you call?”

You closed your eyes, hearing his soft voice root itself in your head, sure to not leave your mind for the next week. 

“I miss you.” There was no need to lie or pretend like you didn’t. You had always been honest with Kangsu. He never judged you, so there was never a need to conceal yourself or your feelings.

“Really?”

The small lilt in his tone made a flurry of butterflies rush to your stomach. A need to know everything that had happened in his life over the past years invaded your entire body. Before you knew it, you were standing up from your bed and shuffling to put your shoes on.

“Really.”

“Are you free?”

You hummed in affirmation. 

“30 minutes, our spot… Okay?”

“Okay.” You slipped on your coat and opened the front door, hearing similar shuffling from the other side of the phone. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would sound too desperate, but in the end you decided you didn’t care. “I need to see you.” 

There was a pause on Kangsu’s end, as he took in the yearning of your voice. “You’ll see me. I’ll be there, I promise.”

The 30 minutes spent getting to the park that you used to spend every evening at with Kangsu was both fast and slow at the same time. Impatient, anxious, worried, bittersweet; you couldn’t place exactly what you were feeling. You wanted to be back in his arms, the place you craved for years after you broke up. 

You found him sitting on the bench you always sat at, staring at the little bridge running over a small pond. When he saw you, he stood up instantly, eyes glued to your figure. 

He looked different. A good different. You could see the confidence in his face and more wisdom in his eyes. He seemed sure of himself just by the way he held his head on his shoulders. You could tell from just a look that the years apart had been well worth it. He had needed it, and now an even better version of him was facing you.

He pulled you into his arms before you could even run to them, and it all felt the same. His arms wrapped around your body, squeezing you gently. Your perfume hitting his nose, intoxicating his brain with everything he missed about you.

“I missed you.” His earnest words flooded your heart and you buried your head into his chest. Right person, right time.

JEONG JUNHO ﾐ ANNOYANCES TO LOVERS

Junho was always like a splinter in your finger, a pebble in your shoe, or a stitch in your side. Annoying, but never harmful enough to do any real damage. You both messed with each other for your own entertainment, only because he was the oldest friend you knew.

He was easy to play bully when you were younger. He was always shorter than you, with a wimpier frame and a squeakier voice. As six year olds, your harmless bickering and teasing never cut too deep. You’d make fun of each other’s toys in elementary school, or your outfits in middle. You groaned in annoyance whenever you were paired together for projects, spending the whole time bickering and ending up getting a low grade for it. 

By high school, you teased each other for getting a low score on a test, competing to see who would place lower in the class ranking (not that either of you were in the running for the top spots). But you both still ended up sitting together in the canteen when you found yourself friendless the first week. Junho was the only familiar person around you, despite the less than friendly dynamic you shared. While you certainly still bickered and annoyed each other, you could barely throw the low blows you used to. 

Puberty had hit Junho like a truck, gracing him with a tall muscular figure, and a much deeper voice. You could truthfully only admire how he had come into his own. But that didn’t mean you would stop getting a reaction out of him, although you couldn’t ignore how a certain fondness was starting to grow in your heart for him.

When you joined the soccer team, he showed up to practice to laugh whenever you tripped over your own two feet, only for him to be the same person to walk you to the nurse’s office. When he joined musical theater, you made fun of him whenever he was off-key, only to bring him flowers after his first show as the lead role. 

Your quick comebacks to his every teasing remark was a sense of familiarity that he didn’t want to lose. When feelings got into the mix with your regular banter was something neither you or Junho could pinpoint. What you did know is at some point, your eye rolls held all the fondness in the world and your playful smacks on the shoulder were a bit softer than usual. At some point, a sense of pride flooded your body when you looked at Junho and his accomplishments, and you started to voice how proud you were of him.

Whether small pats on the shoulder or tousling his hair (if you could reach), the message seemed to get across to him. The boy you had known since you were little had grown into the man you wanted to be beside you for the rest of your life. Him asking you out officially one late night on a walk surprised neither of you. You knew the feelings had been mutual for a while.

The shift to dating was natural as well. Maybe you were both a bit more caring and attentive than before. You were no longer too shy to hold his hand whenever you wanted (nor did you dismiss the thought whenever it came up, under the delusion that you could never like someone as annoying as Junho). He no longer debated whether bending down to kiss you was overstepping the boundaries of friendship (he had long since lost the war of fighting how much he adored you). But poking fun at each other would always be your love language, and that was a reality you were both more than content with. 

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