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HIII!!! omg i have to say that i love ur work so muchh!!!

i wondering whether (only if you are comfortable) you could write like smut oneshot or imagine, where reader who has very big boobs and is very insecure and keeho or intak ,whichever one, like helps reader feel more confident or smth like that :)

Thank you!!!!

Here it is! I did it for keeho since I recently wrote for intak! I hope you don't mind!! Thank uuu for your request <3 pls enjoy

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“too big?!” 🖇₊˚ෆ

content: bf!keeho x fem!reader ; reader is insecure about her big boobs, keeho reassures her in a rather... unconventional way!

warnings: smut! honestly, nothing freaky keeho is just sweet and funny! he also busts on her boobs! npr! i wrote this and didn't read it over pls forgive me if there's any typos!

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Nothing fits quite right. It never does. The only reason you haven’t lost count of how many shirts you’ve tried on is because they’re all mangled into an endless messy pile on your bed. The one you’ve just slipped over your head isn’t great either. Much too tight around your chest, baggy and loose and ill-fitting like the rest around your waist. Your boobs are practically spilling out from the cut of the low neck-line and the bubbling frustration has made the most bitter of tears start to well up in your eyes. 

“Hey,” Keeho’s voice drifts in from the living room, “You good?”

You huff, hesitating before stepping out. He’s sitting on the couch, arm behind his head and phone resting against his chest. The second he looks up, his eyebrows lift.

“You changed again,” he says. It’s not a question. 

You shrug, trying to play it off. “Didn’t like the other one.” Your hands busy themselves by smoothing down the wrinkles on your jeans. 

He hums, scanning you from head to toe in a way that makes you want to retreat back into your room. “And this one?”

“It’s fine.”

“‘Fine doesn’t sound convincing.” He pats the space beside him. “Come here.” 

You hover in the doorway, fingers picking at the hem of your shirt. Keeho’s sitting there, shoes on, jacket already zipped—he’s been ready for the last twenty minutes. Guilt prickles at your chest.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” you mumble, forcing a smile. “I can just meet you there.”

He shakes his head instantly. “Not happening.” When you still don’t move, shoulders dropping as you cower into yourself he adds softly, “C’mere, seriously.”

How fucking embarrassing. 

You drag your feet across the carpet, sitting beside him with a small sigh. Keeho turns a little toward you, elbow resting on the back of the couch and his warm palm finding its place on your lower back. 

“You know,” he says, voice gentler now, “I don’t care if we’re late. I just care that you look like you wanna cry.”

You press your lips together, desperately trying not to. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t argue this time. He just studies you for a moment — really looks. Then, so quietly you almost don’t catch it, “You’ve been trying on clothes for an hour. What’s going on?”

The words tumble out before you can stop them. “Nothing fits right. Everything’s either too tight or too loose, and I just—” you gesture helplessly at yourself, eyes burning, “I don’t even know why I’m crying about this.”

“Baby…”

You shake your head, embarrassed. “You’re all dressed up. You’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, but I’d wait again if it meant you didn’t feel like… this.” He pauses, eyes softening. “We can stay in if you want. Order something. You can try things on and I’ll give brutally honest fashion advice, free of charge.”

That earns a tiny laugh out of you. “You’re gonna regret offering that.”

“Never,” he grins.

“It’s just,” you glance down defeatedly, taking in the spillage— the way your top sits uncomfortably and barely covers you. Your hands come up to cover your chest, “They’re just too big.” 

“Too big?!” 

“Keeho-” 

“No, seriously-” His eyes are wide, hands coming up to grab your waist and tug you closer. 

You try to resist, hands wrapping tighter around yourself and eyes darting around as you mumble something incoherent. Still, he lulls you closer, so patiently, until you’re seated on his lap, thighs on either side of his.

 “Look at me,” he tilts your chin up with his finger until you meet his eyes. “Do you know how obsessed I am with you?” He leans closer, eyes dancing over your skin as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. 

His hands squeeze your waist, working themselves everywhere until they settle just under your ribs.

“Do you know how much I love laying on your chest?” His mouth moves carefully around each word as he draws closer, until his breath is kissing your skin but his lips are still just an inch too far. 

“How soft,” he whispers, “how kissable they are? I could die a happy man right now, just holding you like this.” 

“I know, but my shirts-”

“So take it off.” He shrugs, “Just for now. If this is stressing you out,” he tugs at the fabric, “then take it off.”

When you don’t move, he carefully finds the hem of your shirt, “Let me?”

You nod, meek and shy and overwhelmed. But his gaze—it doesn’t feel pressuring. It doesn’t feel judgmental or rushed or even pitiful. 

And when he peels your shirt off your skin and your arms come down around his shoulders, the look on his face nearly makes you laugh.

“Holy shit,” he groans, “feels like it’s my birthday every time I undress you.” 

“Shut up,” you scold, but there’s no real bite to your tone. The corner of your lips twitches up when he groans again, face pressing into your chest as he breathes you in.

“I love you.” He’s muffled and slurring, hands molding over your bra and kisses finally starting to meet your soft, plush skin. “So warm.”

Your brows lift up slightly as you watch, jaw slack, as his tongue darts out with a mind of its own to lick across the swell of your boob. He doesn’t just stop there; His mouth finds your other breast, making sure it’s not neglected. Open-mouthed kisses trail spit across you as you gasp quietly, nails digging lightly into his skin. 

“Kyo…”

“Do you really not see? How pretty and full you are?”

Before you can think too much about it, before you can take it back, you blurt out, “take it off.” 

Keeho pauses for just a second, eyes finding your soft and vulnerable ones for long enough to make sure you really mean your request before letting his hands wrap around you slowly to unhook your bra, straps slipping down your arms until the undergarment is sitting between you. 

Keeho wastes no time in tossing it aside and leaning back on his palms, his eyes, respectfully, glancing nowhere near yours.

“Wow…” he draws out, drool gathering on the corner of his lip.

“Don’t just stare…” You mumble. Your hand comes up to cover yourself until he catches them and gently brushes them away.

“Oh, I don’t plan to,” his thumb comes up to smooth over your perked up nipple, “believe me, I plan to do way more than just stare. Just… Just wanna take you in for a second…”

“You really like them that bad?” You ask quietly, looking down at them with less appreciation than you should.

He nearly laughs, “Are you crazy? Did you just ask your boyfriend if he likes your boobs?”

“Keeho!” You smack his shoulder but he catches your hand and kisses your fingertips before sinking his face between your mounds again. 

“I’m sorry, m’ sorry, it’s just… really? You’re insane.” He shakes his head, “But hey, maybe I just need to remind you." he kisses your neck before pulling back to look at you properly. "Yeah? Is that okay?”

You nod again, much quicker and sure this time. 

Before you can even ready yourself, you’re swept into the air with a yelp, clinging to his shoulders as he carries you up and over towards your room. When you look down, his face is barely visible, completely buried under your boobs.

“Can you even breathe?” you squeak out in a laugh. 

You feel him shake his head against you, “No. And I don’t care.”

A real laugh escapes you for the first time today, and another when he kicks open the bedroom door clumsily. His arm swipes away at all the shirts you had tried on earlier, knocking them off the bed and out of the way so he can lay you down.

“Baby, my clothes-”

“You didn’t like them right? So we’ll throw them out. And I’ll buy you new ones. You can try them all on until you find ones that fit you just how you like.” 

“You’re crazy.”

“About you.” He winks, laughing at his own low blow.

But the giggle that was bubbling up dies in your throat as he crawls between your legs and attaches his mouth to your nipple, hands instantly holding and squeezing and worshipping the areas his kisses can’t reach.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, head falling back against the pillows.

He doesn’t intend to be quiet in the slightest, moaning softly at your salty taste on his tongue, at the way your hips roll up instinctively to meet him when his teeth graze you just a bit too sharply. 

“Gentle,” you remind him half-heartedly.

He nods helplessly against you, sputtering out what you assume to be an apology.

“Shit, baby. I could do this all day.” He groans, leaving pecks down your sternum until he finally tears his hands off of you and drags them down to unlatch the button on your shorts. 

You blink down at him, mumbling out, “Need you.”

“I know,” he agrees, “I need you, too.”

You can’t help the heat that swells in your stomach when you notice how absolutely wrecked and desperate he’s growing. It's so easy to rile him up, you know that. You know how easily he gets turned on at the sight of you.

But at least until now, you've never seen him so completely at your disposal, so eager to please and feel you.

He’s completely hard, length pressing to your thighs and against your core as he shifts around, kissing you all over. 

But then, he notices the one place he’s been neglecting. 

He crawls back up, arms bracketing either side of you as his hands cup your face. 

“I love you.” he mumbles, then presses his lips to yours softly. He kisses you deeply, mouth moving against yours with so much care and deliverance. “You’re so, so beautiful. Don't ever question that. And definitely don’t ever question again whether or not I like your body.” 

“Okay.” You nod, really believing him as he pulls away. 

He kisses you once more before tugging his shirt over his head, slipping off his jeans and your shorts.

You writhe beneath him as his fingers find your cunt, sliding through to coat his fingers in your slick before pushing an experimental digit in.

“Need to stretch you out…” He mumbles, mostly to himself.

“Feels good,” you breathe out softly in response. 

He kisses the side of your boob once more, slipping another finger in and pulling them apart slightly to prep you. When you whimper out again at the lack of friction, he starts pumping them into you, nearly melting at the way you clench around him. 

The pad of his thumb circles once around your bud and your eyes flutter closed, stomach tightening as he works you open. 

“Think you’re ready for me?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out, “please.”

Keeho readjusts instantly at your plea, cooing softly when you whine as he withdraws his hand. He’s tugging his boxers down just enough to free himself and line himself up with your entrance within seconds. 

“You’re all I’ll ever want.” He promises, pushing his length inside of you slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort, “You, just like this. Exactly as you are, baby. You’re perfect.” 

There’s only bliss on your face—bliss and overwhelming love that bleeds from your eyes as they bat up at him when he presses his chest against yours.

His hand props one of your legs up on his hip to give himself more room to move, slowly at first, then picking up the pace when he senses you’ve adjusted.

There are no words to describe how fucking good it feels when your breasts spread as they’re flush against his, your warmth wrapping around him at the same time, your lips parted and spewing out his name.

“So pretty,” he reminds you, kissing you as he presses himself deep into your gummy walls, settling there for a moment to savor the feeling and taste the whimpers you feed into his mouth through your plump, o-shaped lips. “Move, Kyo… Please.” He obliges, cause how could he not give you everything you want? He bucks into you faster, skin slapping yours at the rhythm with his thrusts. He sits up slightly, wanting to see the way your chest bounces with every rock of his hips, wanting to look down where your bodies meet to watch himself sink over and over again into your core. He can't take his eyes off your pretty pebbled nipples, so you tease him by reaching your hands up to grab yourself and play with them. “My god,” He hisses, dick twitching at how unbelievably good you look, how much more confident you are, seeing the effect it has on him. “You like this?” You pant out, only slightly nervous, pressing them together and glancing up at him. The way his jaw slacks makes your head spin. “I love it,” He says tightly, voice strained from the way you’re gushing and squeezing around him. Knowing he won’t last much longer, he grabs both of your wrists and holds them to your chest with one hand, his free one reaching down to rub your clit. 

You cry out instantly, stringing pleas together incoherently as he works you so you can finish with him. 

“Yes, baby, like that,” 

“So good for me,” 

“Y’look so perfect,”

“I wanna feel you, please,” Everything he’s saying is lighting you on fire. Every drag of his cock through your walls has you gasping and reaching for him, his arms, his shoulders, anywhere you can get a hold of. His hands are everywhere too: wiping a stray tear that slips out of your eye from the pleasure, sticking this fingers in your mouth or his own when he needs to wet them so he can tend to your puffy clit easier, gripping your hips to lift you for a better angle or fondling your beautiful bouncing breasts so he can plop a kiss on them to stifle his moans. 

Your legs tighten around him to draw him closer as he presses his mouth to yours again, needing to be close when you come around him. It doesn't take much more than a simple “You’re making me feel so good,” uttered against your mouth before you let go, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm washes over you, instantly triggering his own release. 

He lets you ride out your high before he pulls out, painting your pretty pussy and stomach and tits with his load. He rubs himself until he’s shaking, until his tip is red and sensitive, before he collapses on top of you, both of you sticky with sweat and cum. “I hope you hate every shirt you buy from now on and none of them fit right.” He decides. 

Your eyes snap open, head perking up enough to glare at him. “What?” 

“Yup. You heard me.” His tone is unapologetic but his mouth is leaving the softest little kisses on your chest. “If you crash out again then I just get to fuck you again to remind you how pretty you are and how pretty they are,” he smushes your boobs together, propping himself up with the little strength he can muster to kiss each one again and again.

“You’re so annoying.” You grumble, not really meaning it. You're combing a hand through his hair as he looks up at you, eyes soft.

“Yes but in all seriousness, baby,” he starts, “I don’t wanna see you on the verge of tears like that again. We’ll go through every store on the strip and restock your wardrobe until you feel pretty in all your stuff, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile. You shift uncomfortably a moment later and his brows furrow, eyes looking up at you even though his lips are still wrapped around your nipple. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Your cum is literally sticking us together like glue right now and I want a shower.” You laugh, “I’m also starving cause we skipped our lunch plans to… well, do this.” 

He presses his lips to yours and smiles against them, “Okay,” he agrees with a chuckle, sitting up. “Let’s go. Order of business: shower, lunch, shopping. Sound good?” 

“Sounds more than good, baby.” 

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heloo, its my first time making a request and i was wondering if maybe u could write piwon ot6 when they're jealous?? could be smut if thats ok with you:P

p1harmony members getting jealous!

warnings: the last bullet point for each member is explicit smut (minor dni!), there’s also a bit of swearing

a/n: thank you for the request (and sorry it took so long💀) please enjoy! these all got kinda long NSJDJDJF

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☆ keeho:

keeho is soooooo chill honestly, definitely the least likely member to feel jealous. he doesn’t really ever get jealous because he really doesn’t feel threatened or upset by someone else flirting at you or anything, he knows he’s yours and you’re his and trusts you’ll let the person know. if someone crosses a line and makes you uncomfortable, he won’t hesitate to put them in their place and make it clear you’re taken, but it’s never out of jealousy, only concern for you and annoyance with the offender for overstepping your boundaries.

perhaps the only time he’d get jealous is before bagging you, when you’re still in the friendship stage and he jealous for any kind of special treatment from you. he’d just really wish he could be the one making you laugh and getting your attention before anyone else. but it’s never angry, it’s more bitterness and sadness than jealousy.

the only other exception to jealousy in your relationship is if you’re apart for a space of time and he sees you out without him. not because he’s even necessarily jealous but again, he’s got major fomo and just wants to be the one making your day, not watching from afar as other people do what should be his job😭

smut: jealous sex very rarely, if ever, happens with keeho just because he isn’t often jealous enough, nor does he often let his emotions get the best of him before he can talk them out. if you try hard enough to bug him, he’ll see right through you and get a little pissed, and that’s probably your best bet with him. “so this was what you were looking for, huh?” he’ll murmur in your ear as you tremble at the feeling of his fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt, whining his name as he inserts himself with a moan. “then take it.”

☆ theo:

theo doesn’t get jealous very often, he’s pretty relaxed about these kinds of things and feels like its pointless to be jealous. the one exception is when another guy gets you to laugh. your laugh is his absolute favourite thing in the world and knowing someone else was able to pull that from you, and multiple times, kinda itches at him. he doesn’t say anything, knowing neither of you actually did anything wrong, but he is eyeing the guy with a less than savory look.

will leave you alone until you notice him looking, and gestures for you to join him. “what?” “nothing.” he insists, while slinging an arm around your waist and drawing you in for a kiss. makes a dumb joke to see that laugh for himself, and instantly feels better just seeing it directed at him again.

theo just sees you as the light of his life and wants to be that for you, so as long as you’re giving him a fair amount of attention, he’s good. when you’re not, he’ll subtly bring your focus back to him, and chill out instantly.

smut: jealous sex almost never happens with theo either, as he’d much rather talk through his emotions or give them time to settle than let them get the better of him. even when you’re egging him on, he doesn’t fall for the bait and simply ignores you or walks away. you’d probably have to be really explicit about your desire for him to fuck his frustration out on you, and when he does, he won’t say much, just holds your body down as he pumps harshly into you, talking you quietly through it, holding your hands above your head and abusing your pussy until you’re crying and shaking.

☆ jiung:

when jiung gets jealous, it’s very quiet. you’re standing in a group, and one of the guys keeps trying to catch your attention without you realizing, and every time you laugh at a joke he tells, jiung’s body tenses. it just bothers him, and he can’t even pinpoint exactly why, since nothing’s really happening, except that he doesn’t like that your attention is constantly being encroached on by this other guy.

however, he doesn’t want to show that he’s jealous, and will keep it to himself, sulking a little bit until you notice. it’s easy to reassure him; a hand in his and a smile in his direction is usually enough to make him feel better and ease his anxieties, reminding him that he’s not left out; but if the guy is persistent, jiung may get worked up again and take things up a notch, an arm circling your waist tightly, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear, kissing the back of your hand, eyes sliding to the guy to make his position clear.

he won’t say anything to you directly until you’re out of there, not wanting to be disruptive or to upset you. will quietly tell you what bothered him, not because you did anything wrong, but just to talk it out of his system and receive a bit more reassurance from you. otherwise he might ruminate if left to his own devices and take a little bit to get the annoyance out of his head. when this happens, you just need to distract him with kisses, cuddles and the like. it’ll work wonders.

smut: jealous sex with jiung happens on occasion. he’s an emotional person, and sometimes it just gets the best of him. when he knows you’re down for it, jiung edges you to the point of tears, coaxing ragged moans from your throat and telling you to wait to come until he tells you to, all while rubbing your clit in tight circles and snapping his hips into yours. the sound of his name broken on your lips does so much for him when he was jealous just moments ago.

☆ intak:

easily the most jealous member in the group. if someone so much as looks at you with any perceived flirtatious intention, intak’s shifting in his seat, fighting against the demons in his head. mostly just because he thinks you’re the most perfect person in the world and of course any guy would see that about you, and he doesn’t want them to even try anything on you. will often stick close to you when you’re out and make it obvious you’re taken with a hand around your waist or clasped tightly in yours, and a kiss on your temple.

if you leave his side for a bit while the two of you are out, intak makes sure to keep a bit of an eye on you, not because he doesn’t trust you but because it would just kill him if some guy tried something and didn’t know you were already taken. he knows you’ll tell the guy yourself, but it irks him that the guy even thought about it or attempted something in the first place KHKJHF

never makes it your problem; however, he will be extra clingy and touchy when you’re out of there and back at his place or yours. just attaches himself to you, wants to be as close as possible to you, holding you and kissing you to make himself feel a little better. he’s just upset at the idea of someone else vying for your attention when it should be him!

smut: jealous sex definitely happens with intak, and it’s fast and intense. he’ll strip you himself, mouth focusing on your neck and mouth to suck and bite at, leaving some hickies in the process (and asks for marks from you, too, for good measure). his emotions rise to the surface and he just needs to fuck you immediately. will grind against your ass and smack it, telling you to take him, groaning all through it, pounding into you fast and hard. alternatively, he’s a big fan of having you suck him off…

☆ soul:

soul is also someone who is easily jealous, mostly because he just adores you so much that he wants to be around you all the time and be the center of your attention at any given moment. won’t be jealous immediately when your attention is directed elsewhere, but after a while he gets quiet and shifts closer to you, silently asking for you to look at him or hold his hand.

it’s pretty easy to ease soul’s mind if you stick close to him, or throw him a smile every once in awhile; as long as he’s in the loop, that’s typically good enough for him. if he continues to feel on the outskirts, however, he’s quite sulky and can get a little petty, getting a little passive aggressive to any questions or conversation directed his way.

when you’re alone again, you’ll need to approach soul first, because otherwise he’ll just be stuck in a loop with his emotions and thoughts all tangled together in a worried knot. all he really needs is you to play with his hair and tell him you love him, and he’ll be right as rain, kissing you back and calling you “mine” with a proud smile on his lips. he wasn’t ever upset with you, just missing your warm eyes on his, your smile directed at him.

smut: jealous sex only happens once in awhile, mostly when kissing you doesn’t make him feel close enough to you. He has to be really upset to get to this point, and it will be a lot of rutting against your heat and whispered words on your skin before anything progresses further. would love it if you took the lead, murmuring praises to him and reminding him just why he’s the center of your world, the same way you’re his.

☆ jongseob:

jongseob is the type to gaslight himself into thinking he doesn’t feel very jealous when he is, in fact, a pretty jealous person JKDHHD especially if he was already talking to you or standing close to you when another guy approaches you. even if it isn’t flirtatious by nature, it just pisses him off to see you smiling and chatting with another guy… not that he’s jealous, of course, he’d tell himself. the guy just shouldn’t have interrupted. why is he here, bothering you? what’s his deal?

really has to confront himself and come to terms with his jealousy when you ask him if he’s okay, not even realizing initially how quiet he’s gotten. says he’s fine, mostly because he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of anything or bother you with his petty emotions, but will grab your hand and engage you in other conversation now that he’s got your attention back so that your focus remains on him.

as long as he gets your attention back, he’s happy, but isn’t above side eyeing the guy and responding rather coldly if he comes close again. once you’re out of there, he’ll probably admit to being a little jealous and feeling kinda bad about it, but all he requires is your affection to set him straight again. is very happy to let a makeout session act as an olive branch, satisfied that your focus is now 100% on him and him only <3

smut: jealous sex with jongseob doesn’t happen super often, since he likes to deal with his emotions himself and rarely lets them run loose like that. on the occasion he feels like it, though, he’ll spend a lot of time working the both of you up to it, making out for a good while before anything else happens. will run his hands allllll over your body to remind himself you’re all his, and loves when you do the same as he slides into you, losing himself in the feeling of your warm walls around him, the sound of his name on your tongue as he hushes you and quietly groans in your ear, pushing you both closer to the edge.

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it is impossible to expect the unexpected; as prepared as you may think you are, there is no sure fire way of anticipating what the universe might throw at you. soon after arriving at that conclusion, you decided another thing, too: there's no such thing as coincidence, either.

for instance, there's no way you could have foreseen that on the very first week of living in a new city, so far away from all you've ever known, you'd run into perhaps the most familiar thing from home—your ex boyfriend, still as kind-eyed and handsome as ever.

when you bumped into each other at the park, the air was instantly knocked from your lungs. your eyes trailed up to meet his and they widened in sync, disbelief tainting your features.

the first thought to cross your mind was: it can't be...

despite not having seen each other since the breakup that made you stop believing in love, the two of you flowed into conversation rather naturally, which is how you ended up where you are now: red-cheeked, glass of wine in hand, sitting at a restaurant with your ex of two years, jiung.

this is the fourth time in two weeks that you've consistently met up, might i add.

"i've uh, been meaning to ask you something," his face is just as red as yours, eyes drooping in his tipsy state. you wordlessly nod at his request, taking a sip and scrunching your nose as the tart liquid washes over your taste buds. your face rests on the palm of your hand, watching him attentively as he shuffles in his seat, struggling to find the right words to say.

"have you met, or- um, a-are you seeing anyone?"

oh.

not expecting that to be his question, you blink once at him, "jiung, i've been here for less than a month. no, i'm not seeing anyone."

"oh," he laughs nervously, "right," a hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck.

after another sip, you place down the empty glass and sigh. maybe if you were completely sober you would have kept the following fact to yourself: "since i moved here, i've really only been hanging out with you."

he quickly nods, "okay, good."

"huh?"

"uh," he immediately coughs as he realizes what he just said, "not good, sorry! i-i mean, it's good that we're hanging out- i mean at least i think it is, i don't know about you, i just meant that-"

"i know what you meant, jiung" you giggle. the boy in front of you lets out sigh of relief, face growing hot in embarrassment. he ends up tilting his drink all the way back to soothe the awkward moment, which you only intensify when you pipe up, asking, "have you dated anyone since we..." your eyes and voice trail off.

"no." he answers too quickly, shaking his head, "come on, i mean... how was i supposed to move on after... well, after you." it seems like his words are spewing out faster than his brain can catch up but when it finally does, he looks into your wide eyes that look anywhere but his, clearing his throat.

you're reluctant to speak, the tension in the air causing your chest to tighten. the only thing you can manage to squeak is a quiet calling of his name, with no clear intention behind it. Whether it was meant to be a warning or a plea, jiung's confession is spilled all the same.

"it's just... you meant a lot to me. you still do."

your head shakes in disbelief as you continue to avoid his eyes, "you broke up with me, remember?"

"yes, but, i- y/n, i can't be the only one who still thinks about us."

he's desperately searching for your gaze, moving around to fit into your line of sight. still, you remain stoic, busy with your thoughts.

there's no such thing as coincidence...

at your unresponsiveness, he calls your name again, softly.

your next words come out something like a grumble, although it was only half-hearted, intended to lighten the mood, to make the words seem half as heavy as they truly were.

"yes, i have feelings for you. moving on."

before the last syllable even leaves your mouth, a smile breaks out onto his face as he leans forward in his seat, muttering a quiet but ever so genuine "thank god," to himself. "can i?" he asks, arms outstretched, deprived for too long of your touch. when you nod, he wraps them his finds around yours, bringing your hand closer until his lips are kissing the top of your knuckles.

"you have no idea how much i missed you."

[catboyieejeno]

u should write intak again!!! please 😞😞

just did! it's nsfw tho!

[catboyieejeno]

⤷ ࿔*･ bf!intak part two: nsfw edition 🌶️ˎˊ˗

18+ minors & ageless blogs dni · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · bf!intak who doesn't know how to be subtle when he needs you. he'd be rather touchy on the regular but if he was in the mood? oh you'd know instantly. his palms would smooth over your shoulders and down your arms until he grabbed your hands, kissing each fingertip between slurred words.

"what are you doing?"you'd ask, to which he'd reply: "m'not doing anything. don't need an excuse to kiss you,"

bf!intak who would have the dreamiest, far off look in his eyes. and god, the way they'd be drinking you in...

and his hands would follow.

he'd brush your hair from your face to really look at your eyes, hands forming a loose ponytail he grips for just a moment before settling his hands on the back of your neck.

and you'd grip his forearms, already sensing with where this is going, as his chin dips down so he can look at your lips, soft and plump and pretty.

"come here," he'd ask so nicely.

bf!intak who, when he kisses you, is hesitant on purpose. he wants you to reach after him again, he wants you to be the one who needs more. he'd barely brush your lips with his before pulling away with a crooked, boyish grin.

then he'd look down, a single finger dipping into the neckline of your shirt, tugging down only slightly.

"intak..."

"hmm?"

bf!intak whose hands would find your waist and hips next, pulling you closer til you're flush against him. it's so easy to get you worked up and he loves it. he loves how receptive you are. how he can already see the flush blooming across your cheeks and ears and all he's done is held you in a manner not much different from the day-to-day.

he especially loves how you blink up at him expectantly, your hands laying flat on his chest to steady yourself.

when his mouth finds your jaw to leave an open-mouthed kiss and a whispered plea there, you stumble a bit, and he chuckles.

"something wrong, sweetheart?"

bf!intak who wants you to know just how bad you affect him, too. even through his casual dominance he's pouty and needy and desperate. his hands would be tugging you closer, gripping you harder, all while he's pressing himself against you and whimpering at the just barely-there friction that's so good and not enough all at once.

bf!intak who'd love to strip you down first and lay you flat on the bed, hair fanning around your face like a halo, shy hands covering your boobs as your legs press together.

he'd then pull his shirt over his head as quickly as he can before parting your thighs with his hands and crawling between them

bf!intak who would finally, finally kiss you properly. his tongue would swipe over yours, wet and teasing and slow so he could savor your taste and steal your breath at the same time.

he'd take his time, even if the strain in his pants was becoming dizzying, even if your hands were practically itching to get his last piece of clothing off.

bf!intak who'd turn you over and kiss down your spine before pulling your hips up.

and finally, finally he'd undo the buttons of his jeans and bring them down just enough to pull himself free. he's expressive—maybe not loud, but he certainly makes it a point to hiss and groan and growl at the way his hand feels when it finally clasps around him. it relieves some of the tension that's been building, but as hard as he tries to pretend his palm is your walls hugging him so nicely, a simple impatient cry from your lips would remind him it isn't.

"i know, i know, baby. i'm going, m'sorry."

bf!intak who curses out a moan when your warmth wraps around him and your back arches up to meet his chest. he gently sinks, in inch by inch, while rubbing a soothing hand over your ass and up your stomach as he coos and praises you for taking him so well.

bf!intak who ensures you know that you're his priority. your enjoyment, your pleasure, your climax, it all comes first. he'd oblige your every request.

slower? done.

faster? alright.

deeper? he's right there with you.

bf!intak who lays you down so gently after, still stuffing you full for a few selfish minutes until he catches his breath. only when he realizes your eyelashes are starting to flutter closed does he so softly remind you he's gotta clean you up. urges you not to move as he goes to the bathroom and grabs some stuff to wipe you down with.

then, he helps you dress before laying down beside you with his head on your chest, lips leaving a trail of kisses as he mumbles sleepily how much he loves and adores you.

[catboyieejeno]

bf! intak who falls asleep on your shoulder during car rides and plane rides instead of the other way around. probably drools a little too, but you don’t have it in you to wake him up because his eyes are half opened and his cheek is completely smooshed. so endearing, it would be a crime to disturb him :(

bf! intak who blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek. kisses on the lips are phenomenal, and they are his absolute favorite—but there’s something so sweet about you giving him a kiss on the cheek, especially when you have to stand on your tippy toes and rest your hands on his chest.

proceeds to hold your hands where they rest, looking down to hide the flustered, dorky smile that takes over his features.

“one more” he’ll ask, giving you the softest, pleading eyes. “please?”

bf! intak who blows raspberries on your tummy, and kisses it after. who also has a habit of playing with your fingers, or your rings if you’re wearing any. who has to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your hip, or your knee, or the small of your back. has to be touching you, and if he isn’t because you’re not nearby, he’ll perk his head up, and look around until he spots you. jogs over and fits his hand into yours with a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling “i was wondering where you went :(“ “but it’s okay!” he beams “cause i found you!”

bf! intak who wakes you up by accident every morning when his lips press into your shoulder or your neck or your jaw. the funny thing is: he’s still asleep. he’s kissing you and nuzzling into you in his sleep with his warm cheek pressing against yours and his hair tickling your face. his arm pulls you tighter to him when you stir, and finally, he wakes up when you stretch, in fear that you actually meant to get up.

“don’t get up yet… please, you’re s’warm..”

“intak, baby, i was just stretching.”

“come closer >:(“

scowls but with his eyes closed until you’re completely wrapped around him and under the mountain of blankets again.

bf! intak who always insists on showering with you. 9/10 times, he’s in there with you, and 6/10 times, it isn’t even sexual. he’s making a mohawk out of your hair with shampoo, and molding his own hair to match with a silly grin on his face. he’s scrubbing your face wash lovingly onto your cheeks and kissing your nose as you smile up at him (then proceeds to wash his face like a MAN all rough and crazy, which earns him a bit of a scolding from you). he holds you under the water and steals little pecks as the water bill gets higher and higher (at this point, you would’ve saved more water taking separate showers).

if you guys are playing music he’s singing loudly between giggles and designating parts so that you guys can put on a little concert. If there’s no music then he’s bickering with you about how you’re hogging the hot water, so he pushes you out of the way. only stays there for a few seconds though, cause the thought of you being cold makes his heart break a little. switches sides with you again with a little feigned annoyance, but even when you insist you aren’t cold he convinces you to stay under the hot stream.

bf! intak who tries his best to cook for you, following recipes of foods you’ve liked to the very last detail. refuses to let you help, but will allow you to sit on the counter as his personal cheerleader so he can steal a kiss or two or ten as he works.

is so careful to measure everything right, letting you try it along the way (only after he’s approved of the taste himself). watches for your reaction so so eagerly and smiles SO big if you say it’s good.

bf! intak who loves being praised by you. sometimes even fishes for compliments because any kind of approval from makes his heart so full and makes him feel so loved! “don’t i look handsome today?” or “did i do a good job?”

whether you compliment his outfit or his looks, or you simply tell him thank you for something, he’s over the moon

bf! intak who is has such a huge heart and gives it over to you completely. it’s yours! so don’t break it. falls first and falls harder, from the very first moment he sees you is so whipped. willing to give you absolutely everything and anything you want.

is so gentle, so considerate, so caring, so intak.

truly your best friend & lover all in one.

[catboyieejeno]

one of my most recent works for piwon!

[catboyieejeno]

omg i read gameboy last night and it was actually one of the best fics i’ve ever read in my entire life?? i was up till 5am reading and loved everything abt it. wanted to let you know that your writing is appreciated <3

THANK UUU im back now!! will be posting soon but thank u that means soooo much!!!

[catboyieejeno]

Yay welcome back!

thank youuuu!!!

[catboyieejeno]

𐙚🧸ྀི random texts w boyfriend!theo ᯓ★

content: bf!theo x gn!reader warnings: no pronouns but implied that reader may wear a bra? a tiny bit suggestive for one text, theo being sassy, banter

note: the hiatus is over & i'm sooo back :p i'll be posting mostly for piwon for a little while since i just met them & all my brain can do is think about them !!

[catboyieejeno]

hi guys.

my hiatus is officially over. will be posting soon !! 🤍

[ashonheavenscloud]

pet names p1harmony would call their s/o:

warnings: none!

a/n: i swear i’m getting to the asks in my inbox but this has been sitting in my drafts for literal years SJDHJDFJ

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☆ keeho: babe/beautiful:

the nicknames “babe” and “beautiful” both feel easy, casual and a little flirty at the same time. keeho would love to make you flustered at every opportunity he can. “babe” is typically used more often in very casual situations where he’s just trying to get your attention or ask you something, whereas “beautiful” is saved for special occasions and moments where he feels particularly enamoured by you. either way, he gets so accustomed to calling you by both nicknames that you begin to forget what your name actually is😭

type to say things like: “hey there, beautiful.” “babe, what was that?” “i missed you today, beautiful.”

☆ theo: love/angel:

theo probably doesn’t call you by pet names very often, actually treasuring your name as a sweet name of its own. however, especially when you’re both in deep conversation or sharing a tender moment, he’ll use names like “love” and “angel” to emphasize his affection for you. might even dramatize a bit, calling you “the love of my life, my angel sent from heaven,” and although he mostly says it to make you laugh, he really means every word.

type to say things like: “you look so pretty today, my love” “you mean the world to me, angel” “what do you need, love?”

☆ jiung: honey/baby:

jiung is initially a little embarrassed about calling you by any pet names (or vice versa, you using a pet name for him), but eventually grows fond of calling you sweet names like “honey” or “baby,” especially when it’s just the two of you. both nicknames slowly start to slip out in casual conversation, or when he’s sleepy and clinging to you, or when he can’t contain how much he adores you. these nicknames come out most often when he is taking care of you in some way, but soon enough it becomes a natural, domestic part of your relationship; although if you tease him for it he’ll get shy and blush every time.

type to say things like: “good morning, baby.” “i’ve got it, honey.” “need anything, baby?”

☆ intak: baby/sweetheart:

intak ends almost every sentence he speaks to you with a pet name of some form. probably the most diverse of all the members, using a variety of nicknames to refer to you. his most frequent favourites, however, are cute names like “baby” and “sweetheart.” likes how shy it makes you, and gets really excited if you call him by the same nickname back. he just loves openly adoring you and pet names is a really simple, but meaningful, way of doing that.

type to say things like: “hi, baby!” “you look so pretty, baby” “come here, sweetheart.”

☆ soul: baby/???

soul doesn’t call you by nicknames all that much honestly. like theo, your name or a short form of your name is something he treasures because your name is just so YOU that he can’t think of a word better for you. experiments with the classic “baby,” and will call you as such when he sweetly compliments you… but as your relationship progresses, he’ll quickly pick a random word to associate you with and begins to call you almost exclusively by that. it’s probably something like your favourite colour or a type of food you love, but it’s uniquely you, in the same way your name is, and it’s something only he could ever call you, so it sticks. and it makes him super happy whenever he gets to call you by it.

type to say things like: “oh, you look really cute baby…” “look, [insert nickname], i got these for you.” “you’re really important to me, okay, [insert nickname]?”

☆ jongseob: love/babe:

jongseob is also the type to use nicknames sparsely, usually only in quiet moments or times when he’s feeling especially endeared or vulnerable. to spare himself the cringe of excessive nicknames, he sticks with classics like “love” or “babe,” and typically switches equally between the two. it takes awhile for him to get used to saying them, but gains confidence when he realizes how much you like them. begins to whisper it in your ear whenever he’s hugging you or saying i love you, just to make you smile.

type to say things like: “come here, babe.” “do you need anything, love?” “i love you, babe.”

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