using this website, here's some positions i think the boys would like. this is based on an ask i got but accidentaly deleted, its a little (a lot) tweaked to fit my type of writing but i hope you still like it!! a mix of sub and dom bnd!
sungho: position #422 i think sungho is a freak, and with that i think he'd like to fuck you off the edge of the bed, the countertops, hell even on the dining room table. he feels like he fucks you the best in this position, always able to make you cum hard when he can fuck you how he likes.
riwoo: position #69 likes that you both get pleasure at the same time, he struggles to properly eat you out like this though from how much pleasure youre giving him, and you always scold him for it. hold off his orgasm until he can eat you out right. he especially likes when you both cum at the same time.
jaehyun: position #128 he loves the closeness and how good it feels to have you grinding down on him in this position. he can also fuck up into you like this. he likes sucking on your neck while he rubs your clit while in this position.
taesan: position #67 i feel like taesan would be pretty simple when it comes to sex, missionary is simple but effective, and you can jazz it up however you like. you can boss him around and tell him exactly how to fuck you in this position.
leehan: position #317 his two favorite things... you riding him and your boobs in his mouth. you can feel him deep inside you in this position, and the stimulation to your nipples has you cumming fast.
woonhak: position #489 loves staring at your ass and loves to reach in front of you to grab at your chest and stomach. doesnt slap your ass but grips it hard, almost like hes guiding you back and forth on his cock.
in which you accept a dance with your ex boyfriend one last time.
pairing ex!heeseung x ex!female reader wc 1.4K genre angst, hurt no comfort, breakup drabble warnings none in particular, just pretty sad tbh -- note this is inspired by the song dance with me by bruno mars!! so sorry for this by the way.
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NOBODY HAD KNOWN THAT YOU AND HEESEUNG WERE BROKEN UP. It was truly unfortunate timing, the mutual realization between the two of you that things were just not going to work anymore. Your breakup collided with the day of your sister’s wedding, the ceremony being held mere days after.
After nearly 10 years of dating, high school sweethearts to adult life after college, you and Heeseung had different visions of the future– him traveling the world for his career in theatre and you as a flight attendant. It had been no secret what you two had wanted to do, but as your relationship progressed, you never gave thought to what would happen once it was time to actually pursue these jobs.
You and Heeseung saw each other once a month. One week, seven days of time with each was all the time you got to spend together. The first few months the distance seemed manageable, but as time went on, time zones left the two of you too exhausted to speak to each other, and your week breaks started to lose their synchronization. You used to see Heeseung once a month, now you never see him at all.
You had been given the weekend off to go to your sister’s wedding, as well as Heeseung, who’d gotten a weekend’s worth of off days to attend. It was weird, knowing someone for so long and suddenly having nothing to talk about. The apartment you shared seemed almost empty with the silence that engulfed it. For the first time since you’d started dating your boyfriend, the two of you had grown awkward. There was a lingering tension in the air, an obvious problem that neither of you wanted to address, but you knew you had to.
The answer was simple– you and Heeseung didn’t have the time to be together anymore. There was no way that the two of you would ever be able to revert to the way your relationship was. You traveled too often to completely opposite sides of the globe, communication nearly impossible at that point. There was no argument, no defensiveness– just dejectedness, the acceptance of the inevitable that had been eating at the both of you through these long months.
You’d broken up with each other. Quietly, secretly, but serious– irreversible. And you had to attend a wedding together.
You agreed not to tell anyone until after the wedding about the split, so as to not redirect any attention onto the two of you, but the pain of pretending to be a couple with the cruel truth looming over both of your heads was nearly too much to bear. You hadn’t seen Heeseung in hours, too caught up in conversation with the groom–and avoiding you– to show up. You didn’t mind, looking at him was too hard right now. It would have been easier if your breakup was a mere fallout, a mutual decision that you didn’t love each other anymore. But that wasn’t it. The problem with your breakup was that you still loved each other, and you were sure it’d be the death of you.
You sat at your table, your friends conversing about topics you weren’t paying attention to as you sipped the champagne in your drinking glass. You were completely zoned out, the celebration of love around you only bringing back the memories of your own great love that you’d abandoned just days prior. For the sake of your sister, you really did try to be happy for her, keeping that notorious bright smile of yours own as you went through the service. But, standing next to your sister at the altar as her maid of honor, you felt nothing more than the urge to run out.
For as long as you lived, you weren’t sure you’d ever find a love like the one you shared with Heeseung. You’d never get a marriage like this, you were sure of it. Heeseung was the only man you’d ever loved, and after him, you didn’t see yourself ever falling for someone again. You’d never go to another wedding again after this, you swore it.
Subconsciously a heavy sigh left your lips, catching you by surprise as you tried to cover it up, clearing your throat awkwardly as if people had been watching you.
They hadn’t been, only Heeseung was.
He’d been watching you the entire time, the weak expression on your face enough to make him break down right then and there. He didn’t want this, he never did. To break up with you was the single most painful thing he’d ever had to do in his life, and he didn’t know if he’d ever heal from the heartbreak.
It was the feeling you felt before a test, that tension in your chest as your heart beat out of control. It was the feeling you felt holding in tears, that lump in your throat that hurt to swallow. It was constant for Heeseung, the ache that came along with losing you. He’d yet to truly register the fact that you two would never see each other again after this wedding. His person was no longer his person, no more than a stranger you’d pass on the street and never give a second thought to. After this wedding, you and Heeseung would be nothing, and it made him all the more scared to leave.
His hands trembled slightly, the chaos in his heart spreading throughout his body like a sick virus. It didn’t help that the music sounding in the wedding venue had switched from upbeat to sensual, everyone pulling their partners for the slow dance of the night. The groomsmen had exited to find their people, and Heeseung was suddenly lost. For so long it had been second nature for him to grab you in any situation, but this was the exception. This was new for him, the hesitation to approach you. But he wasn’t going to leave you now, not yet.
He tapped your shoulder quickly, as if nervous to even touch you. You turned, and he had his hand out, a bittersweet smile on his face. “One last time?” You could hear the way tried not to choke on his words, pushing the question out like it physically hurt him to do so. You couldn’t even find it in you to smile, you were devastated. Love was never something that came to you easily, and because of that, you considered Heeseung to be something of a miracle. Recently you’d begun wondering if you gave the universe too much credit.
Still, you grabbed his hand, tears stinging your eyes as he took you to the middle of the floor. His arms wrapped around your waist, yours around his neck, and for a moment, the two of you didn’t know what to say to each other. There was nothing to be said, your story was over. Couples around you cooed at how tight you’d been holding each other, unaware of the symbolism behind it.
This dance was a goodbye, the ending number of an epic love story. Things would never be the same again, you had no clue where your life would go from this point on, but the only thing you focused on was his body so close to yours, soaking in the proximity you’d never get to feel again.
The full timeline of your love flashed in front of your eyes– the moment you met, the moment you fell, the ups and the downs, everything that had made you the person you were in that very moment. You couldn’t stop the tears anymore, falling from your eyes in slow streams as you sniffled quietly. You whispered through stifled sobs, “I don’t know if I can do this without you.”
Heeseung’s expressions hardened, eyes visibly filling with tears as he shook his head. He whispered desperately, “Please, [Name], don’t cry…” His pleas were quiet, but charged with an emotion so broken your knees nearly gave out at the sound of it. Heeseung’s hands cupped your face gently, thumb swiping over your tears as he attempted to smile again, though it came out completely jagged. His lips trembled as he shook his head once more. “We’ll be okay, baby. We’ll be okay.”
The last memory of your relationship with Heeseung was the final slow dance you shared together, the one that signed off your love, a testament to the end of the best years of your life. You never saw him after the wedding, and you’d never know a love like his ever again.
