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taojjang · 2 months ago

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riize in an argument

pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: angst, warnings: cussing, jealousy, medication, lovebombing, (light) forced affection pink text > reader blue text > riize

part two here .ᐟ ★

♡⸝⸝ getting into petty arguments with your boyfriend

shotaro . . . can't understand why you don't trust him.

the two of you had just gotten home from a dinner date, which shotaro thought had gone well but apparently not. shotaro was confused as to why you were suddenly silent during the drive home. "are you tired, honey? you're not talking much." he figured you were just sleepy since you didn't respond, only quietly resting your head against the window.

after the two of you changed from your date clothes and unwound for the night, shotaro grew concerned. he could tell you were upset about something, but he couldn't tell what. he kept poking at you, reaching to pry at your silence. "did i upset you honey? did i say something wrong?" you took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed, finally deciding to come out of your silence. "i don't like how you were talking to the waitress." shotaro tilted his head and stepped closer to you. "what do you mean?" "you know what i mean, shotaro. you saw how she was looking at you. you were even giving in.. you flirted back." shotaro slightly furrowed his eyebrows and lightly held your hand. "what flirting, honey? i was only being nice to her." you began growing frustrated by how innocent he was acting. "you're just so oblivious sometimes, taro. you think i couldn't see the looks you were exchanging with her? she was all over you, you should've known her intentions." shotaro scoffed and let go of your hand. he felt quite hurt that he spent so much effort taking you out for a nice dinner just for you to accuse him of dedicating his time to another woman. "she was just being nice and i was returning her energy. you're just overanalyzing like you always do."

as soon as those words left shotaro's lips, your heart began to sting. taro's eyes softened as he realized what he'd said to you. you nodded and grabbed your pillow, standing up to leave. you kept silent knowing the ache in your throat would soon turn to tears. taro held your hand and tried pleading with you; "i didn't mean it like that honey, i just-" "no, it's fine." you pulled your wrist out of his weak grip and muttered a defeated "goodnight" before leaving to spend the night on the couch. once the door shut behind you, taro sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath as he realized how much he'd just hurt you.

eunseok . . . can't tolerate your disobedience.

he was cleaning the bathroom when he saw your pill case sitting on the counter. he sighed and snatched the full case off of the counter, walking to the living room to confront you.

you sat confused as your boyfriend held the box of pills in your face. "hm..?" "darling, how many times do i have to tell you to take your medicine?" he sighed and looked down at the 3 days worth of forgotten pills in the tin. "i'm not your doctor, i can't keep reminding you. it's getting tiring." you sighed and threw your head back in frustration. this was a common thing for eunseok to bring up every so often, but it was getting exhausting. "then you don't have to keep reminding me, seok. i'm also tired of it." eunseok scoffed and bit his lip. "tired of what? me looking out for you?" you wanted to roll your eyes at his condescending tone. you always hated how arrogant he gets, thinking he's so much smarter than you and telling you off like you're a misbehaving toddler. "no, seok. i'm just tired of taking these stupid pills all the time. i'll live without them for a few days. i don't like it when you're bossy like this." eunseok bit his lip at your ungrateful tone grating at his ears. he looked down at you with a stern glare, squinting in annoyance. "making sure you're healthy is being bossy? you're being a brat, y/n. i wouldn't have to be 'bossy' if you listened to me and at least tried to get better. you're just lazy." you felt your blood boil as you poked your tongue through your cheek. you were far more than angry at this point. you looked up at him and huffed, "i'm not lazy for being sick of taking pills every day. all i want is for you to chill out and stop shoving pills in my face all the time. i'll be fine." eunseok sighed and nodded, tossing the case on the table in front of you. "alright, then. i'll stop caring so much. fuck, i can't stand you sometimes."

it's not rare for the two of you to get mean during arguments, but it is rare for eunseok to say something that hurts you this much. you didn't expect to feel your heart aching after simply choosing not to take your medication. despite wanting to snap back at him, all you could do was nod, snatching the pills off the counter and swallowing them in one go. even after saying something so blunt, eunseok couldn't help but worry about your sudden silence and compliance. you stood up and put the pill case into the pocket of your hoodie. you swallow back a mixture of frustrated insults and hurt tears as you look up at him with glossy eyes. "i'll leave you alone since you can't stand me so badly." you coldly walk past him to the front door, slamming it behind you. eunseok sighed and walked back to the bathroom, hoping to distract himself from the idea that he'd just crossed the line.

sungchan . . . can't tolerate your mood swings.

as much as he hates to admit it, you're hard to handle. no matter how well he treats you or how much he spoils you, you'll still come home and find a reason to be sad. but he can't understand that sometimes you just need time alone. you had a long day at work and simply wanted to come home and recharge, looking forward to lying down and maybe watching your comfort show. but sungchan had other plans for you. as much as you love him, it gets tiring to be suffocated with cuddles when you just need time alone. today, you couldn't suppress your discomfort. you just didn't expect sungchan to get so angry.

"my fault for wanting to comfort you when you're upset." sungchan let go of your waist and moved to the opposite side of your bed. you sighed and sat up, turning to him. "thank you, sungchan. i'm really not mad at you, i just need time alone sometimes." you tried reassuring him once you heard his pained tone, but to no avail. "you ever think i need comfort, too? i had a horrible day and you can't even hug me for a few minutes?" for a second, you thought he was joking. but once you saw the angered expression on his face, your smile dropped. "baby, are you serious? i had a shitty day, too. all i need is some time alone. why are you taking it so personally?" "because it feels personal, y/n. you're pushing me away when i was just trying to make you feel better." you felt almost sickened by how ridiculous he sounded. you've already had a terrible day and you certainly weren't in the mood to argue. "that's not what i mean, sungchan, and you know it. all i'm asking is to be alone." sungchan seemingly felt the same way, leaving one last message before avoiding the conflict. "fine, didn't know i bothered you so much. don't bother coming to me later."

sungchan stormed out of the room. soon, the echo of his bedroom door slamming shut rang through the house. though you got what you wanted, your bed began feeling empty. you wanted to sleep it off, but the guilt now felt heavier than your fatigue.

wonbin . . . can't fathom the idea of losing.

wonbin is so adorably whiny. so adorable that you like to tease him just to hear him cry "stop it!" you admit to being a little too harsh sometimes when he gets frustrated with you, but you can't help yourself. wonbin is just too cute :( when the two of you play games, he's always whining about losing. if he's winning, he'll be giggling and having the time of his life— but god forbid it's the opposite.

"ah, this is getting annoying!" wonbin whined, moving farther from the table. you laughed and gestured at the pile of cards in front of you. "your turn! come on, at least try to beat me!" wonbin sighed and tossed another card on the table. before he knew it, your cards were almost used up and you were this close to winning the game. "this isn't fun anymore." wonbin groaned, leaning back with a pout on his face. you sighed and joked, "baby, you're always complaining. such a sore loser!" but something about your teasing ticked wonbin off. his sulky demeanor soon turned bitter and he gave you a resentful glare. "i wouldn't have to complain if you didn't get all cocky every time you won. you never give me a chance." wonbin's whiny complaints were beginning to get to you. you felt as if he was blaming you for his losses. "i'm just playing the game. it's not my fault i'm good at it." you immediately regretted your defense when the deck of cards were slammed onto the table in front of you. "gosh, i fucking get it y/n." wonbin stood up and stormed off, mumbling "this is why i can't do anything with you."

you felt your heart tear at his empty-hearted words. with the slam of his bedroom door, your tears began falling down your face. you never thought a simple card game would drive wonbin to this level of annoyance. you stood up and put the cards back into the box while considering whether to apologize or leave him be. you stand in front of his bedroom door, hesitantly muttering through your shaky breath, "i'm gonna go home now." you stood there like an idiot waiting for a reply, but you heard nothing other than the tapping of your tears dripping onto the hardwood floor.

seunghan . . . can't understand why his affection hurts you.

it's rare for the two of you to argue since seunghan travels extra lengths to make sure you're happy. after all, you're his entire world and he'd give up anything to keep you satisfied. but that's why so many problems go unanswered. whenever there's an issue between the two of you, seunghan just tugs you into a hug and tries to take your mind off of your frustration while the problem sits in the dust.

"it's called love bombing," you explain to seunghan, who was staring at you with confused yet hurt eyes. "i know you're just trying to make me happy, but it's bringing up so many more problems than we need, love." seunghan looked down at your hands and furrowed his eyebrows. "well, how? does my affection not fix anything? wouldn't you rather cuddle than argue all night?" you sighed and bit your lip in frustration. seunghan had expected you to agree, but his heart began hurting once you shook your head. "that's the problem, seunghan. making up without resolving anything is only making things worse for us. you need to talk to me, love. i can't keep kissing you to forget how hurt i am." seunghan felt all of his efforts go to waste. he'd truly hoped his affection could mend every rift between you two, but he was mistaken. seunghan picked up his phone from the bed and stood up. "i'm sorry, y/n. i just thought maybe my love would be enough to fix things."

seunghan turned around and made his way to the bedroom door, utilizing every ounce of strength in him to refrain from kissing you goodnight. "i promise i'll work on communicating, just... not yet. i don't know if i can speak to you right now. goodnight." seunghan left feeling shattered and simply exhausted from the confrontation. though you'd finally been able to address a longstanding issue, you felt everything but relief. now, both you and your crushed boyfriend wouldn't sleep a wink.

sohee . . . can't understand the concept of distance.

these past few days, sohee's noticed how different you've been acting. you've been coming to his house less and when he'd visit you, your attention was never completely his. worried, sohee brought up his concern to you, you brushing it off and telling him it's exam season, you've just been super drained from school. it all started to make sense, but that didn't solve any of his concerns. if anything, he was even more worried for your wellbeing, wondering how you could care for yourself if you don't even have the time to sit and talk with him for more than 10 minutes. so he began coming over more often to take care of you and keep your house tidy while you worked hard on your laptop. all of this hard work, yet you wouldn't let him sleep over.

"what..? why can't i?" sohee asked, hand frozen reaching for the pajamas he'd brought. "i'm just so exhausted, baby, i'm sorry. maybe you could sleep over when my exams are all finished..?" sohee was confused. he started to believe you weren't tired of the exams, but him. you noticed the sullen look forming on his face. you place your hand on his cheek and sent him a reassuring yet weak smile. "it's nothing personal, alright? i'm just tired." you'd expected sohee to understand, but his eyes shot up to you with an unfamiliar dark glint in them. "but you're making it personal, y/n. you can't even look at me when i'm beside you, not even for a second. are you tired of your work or me?" your heart rate began rapidly rising as sohee grew more and more frantic. "what makes you think i'm tired of you? i told you, i'm just tired. i want to rest alone, is that so terrible? i'm only-" "you don't have to keep making up excuses. i'll leave if you want me to but i'm not gonna let you lie to my face. stop sugarcoating it and tell me, y/n, you're just tired of me, aren't you?" you wanted to tell him he was wrong; he was the only escape you had from your excruciatingly repetitive schedule, yet he only believed you wanted to get rid of him. you tried to explain your feelings, yet all you could manage to do was scream, "you're not listening to me!" sohee scoffed at your sudden yelling. he bit his lip and picked up his bags, muttering, "there's nothing to listen to. there's no excuse you can make for not wanting anything to do with me."

you panicked as sohee left the room. you wanted to explain to him that he was completely mistaken and he was all you needed, but he wouldn't let you speak. you sighed as the front door slammed shut, the cold air leaking inside and stinging your tear-stained cheeks.

anton . . . can't let go of even the smallest slip-ups.

don't get me wrong— anton is the most forgiving boyfriend in the world. he could still smile and give you a goodnight kiss even if you ate the leftovers he'd been saving for dinner. but small things you do can lead him to make drastic assumptions about your relationship. last night, you were so exhausted that you'd forgotten to say your nightly "i love you" before hanging up on him. of course, you love him to death, but you were simply so tired after the horrible day you'd had that it'd slipped your mind since all you could think about was your bed. while you were knocked out cold, anton was sitting with his knees pressed against his chest, wondering if he'd done something wrong to not deserve an i-love-you. your poor baby is just a chronic overthinker.

"do you still love me..?" anton asked, sitting beside you on your bed while gently holding your hand. you let out a sleepy giggle, slowly nodding. "of course i do, silly. what makes you ask?" anton swallowed back his uncertainty and explained, "i don't know... you just didn't say 'i love you' last night before you hung up. i thought maybe i did something wrong." you let out a long sigh and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb. "that means nothing, dummy. i was just so tired, i'm sorry. i love you, okay?" things should've ended here, but anton just could not brush off his insecurity. "but you didn't say it..! it's such a normal thing now, how could you forget to say it? do you really not love me anymore?" anton was deeply hurt that you forgot such a crucial part of your regular routine with him, but you didn't realize how important this was to him. it only hurt to know all of your efforts to make him happy were blown away by this minuscule mistake. you'd been so busy and stressed with how packed your schedule was. nevertheless, you still tried your hardest to make time for your boyfriend. yet this one mistake lead him to believe you had no love for him. you were beyond frustrated. "i've been trying so hard to make sure you feel loved, anton. i keep in contact with you all day no matter how occupied i am and i still find time to cook dinner for you while i still have shitloads of homework waiting for me. how do i not love you?" anton was taken aback by the intimidating change in tone. your sudden anger only worsened his anxious overthinking. but of course, he remained avoidant. anton let go of your hand and nodded, looking down at his hand. "i'm really sorry, y/n. i didn't mean to make you angry. goodnight, love you."

you didn't realize your anger had scared him off until he left your room with tears in his eyes. regret pooled in your stomach and you began feeling sick. nothing hurt more than seeing that inconsolable look on your baby's face. tears made their way to your eyes as your mind traced the idea that you were the worst girlfriend you could possibly be.

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(a/n: my first time writing angst..! i hope this was okay... it hurts so much writing angst without a happy ending :( if you're like me and need closure after every angst you read, there's a part two coming! do not fret my sensitive sisters 🙂‍↕️)

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evnseokz · 3 months ago

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{ ☆ time to wake up - h.sh }

pairing: bf! seunghan x clueless! f. reader

contents: more experienced seunghan, less experienced reader, reader is so clueless it hurts, accidental dry humping (?), seunghan is asleep in the beginning, corruption kink if you squint, praise kink, pet names: baby, princess, sweet thing, seunghan guides reader, blowjob, cum eating

a.n: oh i loved writing this yall. word count: 1.3k

you and seunghan often found yourselves drifting off during your evenings together. your boyfriend was no stranger to your bedroom, and tonight felt just like any other. after a cozy dinner, you returned home, settled in for a movie, and curled up on the couch. but while you usually wake up at the same time, tonight was different. as he softly snored beside you, you lay wide awake, restless and bored, the quiet of the room all too noticeable.

you pouted to yourself, wanting nothing more than your boyfriend's attention. you sat next to each other, his arm draped around your frame, while your head lay on his chest. you sit up slightly so your perfectly parallel to the way he’s sitting. he stirs slightly at your movement, and you think to yourself for a moment about how you should go about waking him up. a thought pops up in your mind, but you have a small war in your head on whether you should do it or not. if it wakes him up, it doesn’t hurt to try. you only contemplate for a few more seconds before ultimately deciding to go through with it.

you lift yourself off the couch slightly, letting his arm fall from your figure, before hesitantly climbing on top of him, resting yourself right where the drawstrings of his sweats are. you place your hands flat on his shoulders, squeezing lightly. when he doesn’t budge, you tighten your grip and shake him lightly, causing the couch and yourself to bounce. “seunghan~” you call out, followed by a slightly louder “wake up!” when he still doesn’t, your actions quicken, hearing the couch start creaking beneath you. this time around, it doesn’t take long for his eyes to open, pure shock mixed with something else written all over his features. “y-y/n,” he breathes. you giggle at his expression, and even though he’s awake, you haven’t stopped shaking his shoulders, finding this all too fun.

“b-baby,” he says, gulping. his hands settled on your waist as he tries steadying you, “i’m awake,” he trails off, you still lightly bouncing on his lap, a smile plastered on your face, and giggles still leaving your lips. “q-quit moving princess,” he says. you tilt your head to the side confused at his words, and you stop your movements long enough to shuffle yourself around slightly on his waist to get more comfortable. his fingers dig further into your hips, his fingertips turning white, and he winces. “baby, please be still, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” his eyes squeeze shut at your cluelessness, trying so hard to hold himself back.

you move your hands from his shoulders to around his neck as you scan his face, a bubbly smile on your face. you lean forward and place a quick kiss on his lips, giggling as you pull away. a small smile paints his lips, but he’s having a really hard time ignoring the way your clothed heat is sitting right on top of his hardening cock. his eyebrows furrow together slightly as he looks down at where you’re sitting. “are you okay?” you ask, round, shiny eyes looking at him. he doesn’t say anything, and you panic slightly. “did i hurt you?” you ask nervously, “i didn’t mean to; i was just trying to wake you-“

“you didn’t hurt me, baby,” he groans, sitting up a little straighter. “the opposite actually...” he trails off. his fingers trace circles on your hips as you look at him in confusion. he pushes you further down onto his lap, his bulge pressing firmly into your clothed heat. you gasp, realization flooding your features as your cheeks heat up. “o-oh.” is all that comes out of your mouth. “do you want me to fix it?” you blurt out before you can process the meaning behind your words, hands flying to cover your mouth. seunghan chuckles at your cuteness, removing your hands from your face and placing them back on his shoulders. “you don’t have to, baby.” “w-what if i want to?” you ask coyly, blush staining your cheeks. seunghan swears he might die right then and there; your innocence pouring through your words is driving him insane.

“what do you wanna do, baby? your hands? mouth? i’ll help you,” he coos, not wanting to scare you off. “m-mouth maybe?” you reply, cursing yourself after considering you’ve never given a blowjob before. he brings one of his hands up to caress your cheek. “okay, get on your knees for me, princess.” you do exactly what he says, sinking to the floor, his legs spreading so you can slot yourself in between them. the sight of you looking up at him between his legs makes him think he could literally cum untouched. “good girl,” he coos, “now go ahead and pull down my sweats.” your hands shakily obligue, pulling down his sweats and boxers in one go, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. he hisses at the feeling of the cold air.

“okay baby, now you can pump me a few times, and when you’re ready, try taking me in your mouth. just remember, no teeth.” he smiles at you fondly, watching your every move as one of your hands starts to wrap around his aching member. you do exactly what he said and pump your fist up and down his cock a couple times; he winces at the feeling, head already rolling back in pleasure. you finally get the courage to angle his cock towards your mouth, and you wrap your lips around the head of it. tongue swiping across his slit, he groans loudly. at first you worried you did something wrong, but when you realized the noises he was making were noises of pleasure, you gained confidence. repeating the action a couple times before taking more of him into your mouth. you take in as much as possible, his tip hitting your throat, and you start to gag.

“use your hand for what you can’t take, baby.” you hear seunghan say from above you. you draw your head back slightly, replacing the warmth of your mouth with your hand as you focus on the part of him in your mouth. you bob your head slowly, letting your tongue drag up and down his slick cock. your hand pumping what you can’t reach. seunghan’s head is thrown back in ecstasy. he can’t believe you’ve never done this before. he pulls his head forward, wanting to watch your every move. you look up at him through your eyelashes, head still bobbing up and down. “doing so good for me, baby, looking so pretty,” he reaches out, caressing your head as you moan at his words, sending vibrations onto his cock. his hips buck slightly. “such a sweet thing, aren’t you?” the praises fall from his lips as he feels his high approaching.

“i-im close, baby,” he says, voice shaking. you quicken your movements, making sure to pay extra attention to his tip like you did in the beginning, and with one last lick on his slit, you’ve sent him over the edge. hips bucking into your mouth as his load shoots into the back of your throat. once you’re sure he’s done, you pull your mouth off of him, looking up at him as you swallow his seed. “fuck,” falls from his lips. he quickly pulls up his pants and then pulls you up off of the floor, standing you up in front of him. he glances down at your knees, red from the pressure of being on them for so long. his hands fall to them, rubbing circles gently on each. he looks up at you, pulling you back down to sit on his lap again. “did so good for me, baby,” he tucks some hair behind your ear. “seunghan,” you breathe; his eyes scan your features, worried you might be uncomfortable. "are you okay, princess?” he asks, worry present in his tone. your eyes flutter shut as you breathe, arousal coursing through your veins.

“my turn, please.”

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