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♡ p1ece 𝓀𝓎𝑜 | enfj | saw piwon twice

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—  황인탁 DESK GRAFFITI ; HWANG INTAK

pairing⊹ ࣪ ˖ student!intak x student!reader. genre: fluff, slightly suggestive. mentions of giselle and ningning from aespa and jiung. intak being downbad.

THE DESK WASN'T EVEN YOURS initially. You'd just begun to sit there because your assigned desk was missing a leg and tilting every time you moved. But it was yours—not officially—because of what you found carved and doodled into the wood.

At first, it was innocuous. Just song lyrics. Some doodles.Nothing too outrageous, just doodling that looked like a boy passed through and left a piece of himself behind.

"You're the song I can't get out of my head."

"You ever hear something so good it makes you bite your lip?"

"She's sunshine with brass knuckles."

You had blinked at that one. Was it meant for you? No, couldn't be.

"Whoever sits here before me is either hopeless romantic or a Soundcloud artist," you had said jokingly and flipped open your notebook to take notes for class.

"Or both," she giggled and was looking at the writing. "Kinda mysterious too. You think he's hot?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't even know who he is."

But someone did.

Intak sat three seats behind you, chewing on a straw and watching you trace the graffiti with your finger tip. The second he heard your laugh, something caved in his chest—like an ache, dull but stubborn. He blew out a breath through his nose and turned to Jiung beside him.

"She thinks it's cute," Jiung whispered teasingly.

"I didn't say that," Intak muttered, continuing to look at your back.

"No, but your face did."

Class had barely started, but the sun shone through the windows right on your table. You squinted at the sunlight beaming through as you waved your hand lazily in front of your eyes. Intak noticed your brows got all scrunched together. You looked annoyed but still pretty as hell.

Before he even processed what he was doing, he stood up—acting like he was stretching—and strolled over to yank the curtain down. Instead of heading back to his desk, however, he smacked the back of Minjae's head, who was sitting directly in front of you.

"Don't be a dumbass and move over. I told you to bring me the notes."

"Not my fault you skipped last week," Minjae groaned.

You didn't even glance his way. Not even once. That annoyed Intak. He wanted your attention. Hell, he closed the curtain for you. So when you slumped down, head resting on arms like a pillow, and went to sleep, he blinked in disbelief.

Seriously?

Still, as the lights came down and your breathing came to an even cadence, he couldn't help but keep staring.

The way your hair fell down your back, loose strands curling by your cheek... the soft sound of your breathing... the way your lips parted just slightly...

It made him lose his mind.

The bell rang. You stirred awake. Giselle immediately leaned in, whispering something causing your eyes to widen.

"No way," you whispered. "Wait, she cheated on him?"

"She swears she didn't cheat," Giselle said, "but like... they kissed."

You gasped, hand to your chest, and Intak almost laughed. He should have minded his business. He should've gone back to sketching beats in his notebook.

But then you said, "I'm craving fried egg bread so bad. The street kind, you know?"

And now he was wondering where to buy that. Maybe he would make it? Was that weird? It was weird. He didn't care.

Later that day, at break, you walked out of class with Giselle, Ningning, and a few of the girls. Intak stayed back in the hallway, pretending to check something on his phone as you all passed.

"We should do hotpot after school," Giselle said, linking arms with you. "Barbeque makes me smell like smoke."

"Free food is free food," you said with a light laugh.

Ningning leaned in to look at your lips. "Your gloss is fading again. I told you to buy the one I use. That overpriced one you bought is crap."

You said, "Alright, alright. Shopping trip after hotpot then?"

"I was hoping you would say that," she smirked.

He was listening. You expected him to. Then just as you laughed and walked ahead, you stumbled. There was an odd dip in the tile—always had been—but you caught yourself before you fell, giggling like you always do when this happens.

"Again?" you muttered to yourself as you brushed down your skirt.

He was smiling to himself—you always trip there.

But then when your eyes flickered up and caught him looking—just for a split second, he looked away, pretending that he wasn't looking at you at all.

You definitely didn't mean to look at him.

But you did.

Just a brief glance—one long heartbeat—before quickly averting your gaze. But Jiung noticed. Jiung always took notice. He started elbowing Intak before you even got halfway down the hall.

"Bro. Bro. She looked at you."

"She looked in the general vicinity of me," Intak grunted, shoving past him, trying not to ramble on while his heart ravenously hammered away against his ribs. "I was right next to the fire extinguisher. She could have been looking at that."

"Oh, sure?" Jiung scoffed. "And did the fire extinguisher also have messy bangs and smell like cigarettes and expensive cologne?"

Intak shoved him upside the head.

The nearby convenience store was always jam-packed after second period, especially on warm days. You fidgeted between Ningning and Giselle, joking around about what snacks to buy while Ningning absentmindedly played with your hair.

"I swear if they are out of my strawberry milk again, I'm sueing this place," Ningning muttered.

"You said that last week," you said with a grin as you linked arms with her, causing her to blush slightly.

"I'm serious, this time."

Giselle raised her brows. "Can we at least get those crispy mini gimbaps again? I'm starving."

All of you chuckled to yourselves; quiet, yet bright energy nestled smoothly in the loud presence of your friends. Granted, you were not typically the one that turned eyes like that, but he made sure you were always taking front and center. Especially now, when you had been glowing lately—shine in your hair, softer smile. Something was changing.

And he noticed.

Intak was already inside, idling by the soda fridge with Jiung and two others from their group. When he saw you step through the door he muttered a curse under his breath.

"Act normal, bro," Jiung advised before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I am," Intak snapped back.

"You're standing like you're about to fight someone."

He blinked and relaxed his shoulders. Although he was still focused on you. The way your hand reached for the bread aisle. The way you scrunched your nose trying to read. The smell of your shampoo, faint but still overwhelming when you passed. He swore he could live off that smell.

Jiung was now grinning and nudged Intak—hard. "Go. She's at the bread aisle. Coincidence? I think not."

"Don't push me-"

Too late.

And that's how he ended up shoulder to shoulder with you, pretending to scan the shelf when really he was having a mild breakdown over how close your hand was to his. You turned around when Giselle called your name, and your hair brushed his shoulder. God. He could've died then and there.

Fast forward to the next day, you walked into class as usual, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw something on your desk waiting for you.

A lunchbox.

A pretty lunchbox, with a little sticky note taped onto the front. Written in messy black ink it read: "You've got me playing your name on loop in my head like a favorite track."

You eyes went wide. Your heart was all but stumbling out of your chest.

"Giselle," you whispered, eyes glued to the lunch box. "Is this... for me?"

"Of course it's for you," she responded matter-of-factly. "It's literally on your desk."

"But it could be yours," you said.

Giselle rolled her eyes. "Girl. Please. Open it."

And you did. There, unwrapped, the fried egg breads, with little fruit cuts on the side. You blinked once, and could already feel your face heating up. 

"I'm gonna die," you whispered, immediately hiding your face in Giselle's shoulder. "This is too cute. WHO did this?"

"Better question," she smirked. "When you gonna kiss him?"

You groaned.

Intak was pretty much at the back of the classroom now pretending to be on his phone. Jiung had been constantly looking at you with a smile beside him.

"She liked it," Jiung whispered quietly.

"She doesn't even know it's from me."

"She will. Look how shy she is being. You've literally turned her a cherry tomato."

Intak took the chance to look again. What a sight. You were sitting there nibbling on the edge of a toast, your face shoved into Giselle's shoulder while Ningning teased you from her other side. So soft. So freaking cute. He couldn't deal.

And then the worst thing happened. Two guys from a different class walked over, chatting to you out of the blue.

"Hey, do you have the sheet for Mr. Han's class?"

"Can you explain questions 6 to us, you're good at explaining."

You being sweet and helpful as always gave them your full attention. And then a question from one of them was muttered out of the blue. "So what's your type?"

You blinked, "Huh?"

"Just curious," one of them grinned.

You hesitated, then said, "Um, I like tall, good looking guys... cute and hot at the same time."

Giselle instantly turned to the boys with a devilish smile. "She likes guys who can dominate her."

 "Giselle!" you exclaimed, slapping a hand over her mouth. "That's NOT what I meant-!"

The boys burst into laughter.

"I-I mean like, someone who knows what they're doing. Like someone who leads the relationship, but isn't controlling. You know?" you continued, flustered.

Intak was biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to possibly draw blood.

"Bro," Jiung muttered under his breath, "did you hear that? She's basically saying she wants someone like you."

"She's saying she wants someone that won't screw it up," Intak said, though he was red at the ears.

One of the guys leaned in closer to you. "What if someone like that asked you out, though? Hypothetically?"

You tilted your head. "I guess... I'd say yes."

Jiung shook his head. "Bro, if you don't do something now, I'm disowning you."

Intak stared at you, and didn't answer. He was too busy watching how your lips curved around the straw in your drink. The way you smiled when Ningning leaned into you. How Giselle was fidgeting with your fingers, like she always did.

You were handsy, soft, and kind—and you didn't even know how easily you could wrap people around your finger.

Especially him.

The minute you felt Intak take a seat at the open desk behind yours, everything shifted in the atmosphere. You didn't turn to look at him, but you could feel it, the pull of his gaze, the way he leaned back in the chair and seemed to own the damn space. His smell before his voice: cologne and smoke, warm and dizzying. He was near now, closer than ever, and it made your stomach flop.

Jiung, always the chaos instigator, saw his opportunity.

He joined in as if it was completely natural. "So tell me, who's the secret admirer?"

You blinked. "What?"

He pointed at the lunchbox, the contents stale and withering, the sticky note still exuberant in the open window breeze.

"That? What do you mean?"

Jiung grinned. "Fried egg bread? Fruit? And that lyric? Sounds like somebody's got a crush."

You were suddenly mortified, and blushed bright red. "It's probably a prank."

"On you?" Jiung leaned on the table. "Nah, you're too cute to prank."

Giselle cackled. "She's blushing again! She totally loved it!"

A boy from one of the groups around the table joined in, flashing a wide grin, "Bet it's somebody in this class. Someone who's been watching you the entire semester."

Intak swallowed, looking down at the table for a second. He swore Jiung was going to get punched in the face if he didn't calm down, but he knew what his friend was doing. And damn it, it was working.

Another boy, Minjae, laughed, "I dunno, that lyric was pretty bold. Kinda sounds like something you'd write if you were imagining her in your bed."

Your jaw dropped. "Wh—!"

"Minjae!" Giselle slapped his arm, but she was grinning anyway, clearly not bothered.

But you were laughing, and hiding your face behind your hands, feeling far too warm in the cheeks—and that sound of yours. That sound, that soft, airy laugh of yours? You broke him. Intak's fingers twitched on the desk behind you.

Jiung leaned back, throwing a look at Intak like your turn, bro.

And then, finally, after a long few seconds of silence, Intak opened his mouth.

"So," he said cooly, voice low and gravelly, "what's your type?"

The whole table froze.

You looked up, blinking as you finally met his eyes for what felt like the first time, this close. Dark, unreadable. His messy hair fell over his brows just slightly, and you noted how nice the angle of his jaw was from this way. Your lips started to part just a little bit.

Giselle's mouth dropped open, Ningning slapped your thigh under the table.

"Oh?" Ningning said sweetly, "We're participating now?"

"I just thought it was an interesting topic," he said, lazy shrug, his knee brushing yours beneath the table. "You said tall and good-looking, right?"

You cleared your throat, waking your brain up a few moments too late. "Uh... yeah. Cute but... hot. Confident. Someone who leads but doesn't... control."

"And..." Jiung jumped in, teasingly, "... dominating."

"You guys are the worst." You half covered your face again.

"C'mon," one of the boys teased. "Dominate... in which way, though?"

"In bed, obviously," Minjae teased.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened; you had started to argue, deny protest—but Intak, who had not said a word thus far, abruptly sat up.

His voice dropped deep, just for you.

"That what you like?" he asked while staring intensely at your face. "Someone that takes control?"

You caught your breath.

You couldn't even construct a sentence like the idiot you are, not when his eyes looked like that, and his lips twitching slightly like he was holding back something darker. The air around you grew warmer.

You looked down, nervously chuckling. "You guys are seriously messing with me."

But internally, your heart was beating way too fast, your body acting in unimaginable ways to you that you have never felt in school before. And it was him—the boy who never spoke to you and now he was, with his low voice and calm sense of confidence, as if he knows what he is doing to you.

The bell rang.

Everyone started moving, laughing, packing up—but you stayed frozen for a moment.

As the other students filed out of the classroom to head to lunch, Jiung clapped Intak on the shoulder. "You good man?"

Intak didn't answer. He was still sitting behind you, jaw tight, eyes following the contours of your neck while you leaned over to grab your things.

You were too distracted laughing with Ningning, but Intak's head was already somewhere else. To him, it was not your hair falling on your shoulder—it was your tank top slipping down. It wasn't your lip gloss being touched up—it was him smearing it.

God, he wanted to take you somewhere only he could take you and he wasn't going to last much longer pretending he didn't want to take you.

Eventually, you exited the classroom, your bag feeling heavier than it had all semester—full of extra books and notebooks due to your assignments piling up. And guess who noticed?

Intak.

You didn't notice the way his gaze flickered over to your shoulder dipping from the weight. His friends saw it, Jiung saw it, who elbowed him.

"Go on, be a gentleman Jiung grinned, elbowing him again. "Walk her home, carry her bag. Girls love that."

Intak rolled his eyes, but couldn't fully suppress the twitch of his lip corners.

Just as you were preparing to walk away from your group of friends, Giselle mentioned shopping. "We're going to the city shopping. Olive Young, maybe a clothes store."

"I'll go!" one of the guys blurted out.

"...I mean, we'll all go." Minjae added way too quickly.

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Okay..." you mumbled, unsure, but quite honestly too distracted by your phone to question them.

While you and your friends were distracted, Giselle and Ningning had made their way over to Intak, leading him away from the group enough that you wouldn't hear.

"Be honest," Ningning smirked. "It's you, right? The sticky notes? The fried egg bread? The lyrics written on her desk?"

He paused, eyes flicking toward you.

There wasn't any reason to lie anymore.

He bit on his lip, and then nodded.

Giselle grinned. "I thought so."

"You two would be super cute together," Ningning whispered, nudging him. "She's quiet, you're not. You'd pull her out of her shell."

Minjae popped in with a grin. "With those vibes? Yeah, he'd definitely loosen her up. In more ways than one."

"Bro-" Intak groaned, but the blush spreading on his neck said it all.

Back on your end, you were responding to your text when a warm hand brushed your shoulder. Your bag slid off of your arm before you could really think. You looked up and saw Intak casually carrying it as if it didn't weigh anything.

"I got it," he said casually, as if he did this all the time.

You brain kind of short-circuited.

His hand—literally—grazed your skin. Combine that with everything that was said earlier? Yeah, your mind was going to places it shouldn't be, especially out in public in broad daylight.

Before you could spiral too much, Giselle bumped her shoulder into yours. "Where're we going first?"

You blinked. "Oh-uh, Olive Young. I need new lip gloss. I think maybe a clothing store after, and the makeup place near it."

The commute was Jiung's genius idea. "Let's just take the subway, it's faster."

Fast, yes. Comfortable? Not even close. The carriage was packed, and you were gripping the overhead bar tightly, praying not to fall. You barely managed to hold on when the train jerked—but before you could stumble, his hand was on your waist, steadying you.

Your heart was pounding loud in your chest.

You looked up at him. He didn't say anything, didn't even smirk. Just sorta stared ahead like it was no big deal.

Was he always this unfazed? Or just around you?

By the time you made it to the shopping complex, the guys trailed you three like puppies. You dragged him and the others straight to the lip product aisle, trying out every color that Ningning insisted that you swatch. But there were so many colors, and you didn't want to use your own hand because it would be hard to tell what they looked like.

"I don't wanna swatch it on my hand..." you muttered.

"Use mine," a voice said beside you.

You turned. Intak, again.

"You sure?"

He nodded. "Go for it."

You hesitated, and slowly grasped his arm. He stared down at you, biting his lip as you swatched colors on the inside of his forearm. The touch was minor, but you could feel heat flourish on your cheeks.

He followed you through the entire section as you donned swatches—some too bold, other too pale. You couldn't choose.

He didn't mind.

He looked you over. The way you bit your lip when you were deep in thought. How you absentmindedly tucked your hair behind your ear. The tiny grimace you made whenever a shade didn't suit your taste. He was learning you in real time, and he looked like he enjoyed every second of it.

Jiung and the others feigned shopping behind you and weren't doing a great job hiding the grins that were spreading across their faces.

"Dude," Jiung leaned to Minjae after watching the whole thing unfold, "he's so gone for her."

Minjae leaned in. "She just doesn't know it yet."

"What do you think I should buy?" You looked up at Intak, your eyes darting from the basket in your hands to the varying shades on his arms, and on the back of his hand. He was still holding your bag like it weighed zero, while you were cradling your little plastic basket with more lip products than you need.

He examined the shades, idly running his thumb over one of them, glancing down at you. "I would get this one," he gestured towards a muted rose shade. "And I would get that one." He gestured towards a peachy gloss. "You would look great in those."

You raised a brow. "You say that like you've thought about it."

He shrugged, his eyes gleaming just a little. "Maybe I have."

And maybe, he thought, if he ended up bagging you, he would get to see those marks on more than his arm. Your lipstick on his jaw. A little gloss smudged on his lips. Perhaps even some faint stains on his collarbone or neck. The very idea nearly had him chewing on his tongue just to keep himself from being too presumptuous.

Eventually, you had somehow filled your basket to overflowing; lip tints, glosses, lipsticks in every finish, and the two of you moved on to skincare. You browsed the serums and moisturizers while he followed behind you like a loyal, golden retriever puppy, holding your bag without a single complaint.

Your friends had kept a distance to not be obvious, but were still close enough to see. Ningning was hiding behind an aisle holding a toner, while Giselle pretended to try out an eye cream. Somewhere in the chaos, a staff worker was passing by, stopped dead in her tracks while looking at the two of you.

"You two are a cute couple," she smiled warmly.

You immediately shook your head and waved your hands. "Oh no, we're not-"

"Yes we are," Intak cut in, sliding his arm around your shoulder and steering you towards the cashier.

You stared blankly at him. "Why did you say that?"

He just nodded at the entrance. You followed his gaze and noticed a bright pink flyer taped to the door.

Couple discount: 20% off your total purchase.

"Oh."

At the cashier, you started digging into your bag for your wallet, but before you could even unzip your purse, he took your bag out of your hands, dug into his pocket, and pulled out a credit card. "Hey!" you shouted.

"I'll pay." His tone was casual, but that smug look painted across his face was anything but.

You glared at him as he handed over his card, easily bagging all the items while you stood next to him like a confused (and slightly flustered) ghost. 

As the two of you walked out of the store together, friends that you found waiting for you.

"Whoa," Ningning teased, eyeing Intak's arms smeared with swatches. "You really did a number onigde on him, huh."

Your cheeks flushed. "I can wash it off-"

"No," Intak chimed in with a slightly smug smile, his eyes darting to you. "I think I will keep it."You blinked up at him, mouth slightly agape as your heart raced.

Giselle snorted. "God, I can't tell if I'm witnessing a soft rom-com or some sexy enemies-to-lovers fanfic."

"Well," Ningning added, linking arms with you. "I did say her type is guys who lead the relationship."

And Intak? Yeah, he was already doing exactly that.

The next day arrived and there was sunshine pouring through the windows of your classroom, the regular throng of students pouring in through the door with tired faces and messy hair. The day before, you had also walked into the classroom wearing that new lip gloss—the one that Intak told you to get.

Giselle caught on right away.

"Ohhh," she said smugly as she leaned in close, narrowing her eyes. "Is that the Intak seal of approval?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you mumble, eyes glued to your desk.

And your desk wasn't empty.

More lyrics. Messy and scribbled and a little off-kilter, but unmistakably his.

But this time they weren't just flirty; they were risqué. They were the lyrics to a song everyone kind of knew, but the way this song was crafted and the way you were incorporated into it really made your stomach flutter.

Giselle and Ningning instantly leaned in and read it together.

"Oh, he's so cheesy for this," Ningning chuckled, "But like, kind of hot."

Intak? Pretending to be fast asleep at his desk two rows behind you. Head down. Hood up. Jiung was shaking with laughter next to him and whispering things like "you're so gone for her, bro."

You ran your fingers over the new graffiti, your lips twitching up despite yourself.

Sure, maybe he was your type.And maybe you were his type as well.

You glanced over your shoulder. Intak peeked up through the crook of his arm just long enough to meet your eyes.

You didn't look away.

Instead, you mouthed Lunch?

He raised a brow, slow grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. Then he nodded.

Yeah, that was enough for you.

[seobsecrets]

intak waited for you on your bed. he was trying to pick a movie. something to complement the calm of the night, the warmth from your lamp, and the ambiance of the drumming rain and the occasional rumble of thunder.

you returned from your shower in your cute little pajamas; skin glistening from moisturizer and skincare, hair wrapped in a scarf, with black oversized glasses sitting on your face.

he thought you were the cutest person he had ever laid eyes on; he just wanted to squeeze you and tell you how cute you were, but he didn’t want to scare you off. though, the smile on his face told you anything but.

butterflies were felt when your eyes met his and you reciprocated his smile. you giggled, asking, “what?”

“nothing. you’re just so cute,” he said, wearing that same boyish grin.

you didn't hesitate to cuddle up to his side when he held his arms out for you.

"so, what are we watching?"

"is tangled okay?"

"i love tangled!"

nothing could ever take away the smiles he smiled because of you.

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The One ━ 피하

☆pairing¡! ot6 x fem!reader ☆genre¡! fluff, hurt/comfort, ☆summary¡! moments you knew they were the one ☆warnings¡! mentions anxiety and stress, mentions fate, crying, that's all I think ☆wc¡! 1.2k (all together) ☆a/n¡! I'm back!! Apologies for being gone so long, life had taken an unexpected turn, but it's all been figured out and I thought I would write something for piwon since DUH! got released, which besides the title track I'm definitely in love with Flashy and Pretty Boy!!!

Keeho – wc: 232

It had been a long, emotionally draining week for both of you. Work, pressure, expectations—everything was piling on. You suggested some air, and he led you up to the rooftop of his dorm, city lights stretching in the distance like tiny stars. You wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping hot drinks, sitting in comfortable silence until Keeho finally spoke.

"I'm scared sometimes," he admitted, voice quieter than usual. "Of failing, of not being enough—for myself, for the people I care about."

It was the first time you'd seen him stripped of his usual humor and confidence. The way he let you see that raw part of him made your heart ache—in the best way. He wasn't just fun and bold and loud. He was layered, deep, and open in ways only someone truly trusting could be. As you looked at him, hair tousled, eyes soft, you thought: This is the kind of person I want to face every version of life with. This is home.

Theo – wc: 212

You’d had one of those days—full of misunderstandings, fatigue, and a gnawing anxiety you couldn’t shake. You texted Theo, not asking him to come, just venting. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock. No words, no dramatics. Just Theo, holding your favorite drink and a warm hoodie that smelled like him.

You both sat on the couch. He let you lay your head on his shoulder. No advice. No fixing. Just presence. Steady, unwavering presence.

You cried a little. He held your hand.

And when you finally looked up, red-eyed and emotionally wrung out, he smiled a small, sad smile and said, “You don’t always have to be okay. I’ll hold you through it.”

At that moment, you knew. Love wasn’t always loud or poetic. Sometimes it was quiet and grounding. And in that stillness, you realized: Forever is with him.

Jiung – wc: 211

You both had creative souls—his in music, yours in writing and visual art. One rainy evening, you found yourselves sprawled across the floor of his studio. He was tweaking beats and lyrics while you sketched a new concept inspired by his latest song.

“I love how your brain works,” Jiung said suddenly, watching you from behind his laptop. “You make things feel alive.”

You blushed, a little surprised. He wasn’t the type to compliment lightly, but when he did, it always felt sincere.

Later that night, when he played the finished demo and you saw your drawing sitting beside his notebook, you realized how deeply your worlds were woven together. In your art, in your rhythms, in your quiet encouragements—this was more than just chemistry. This was partnership.

That’s when it struck you: I don’t just love him. I want to create life with him, over and over again.

Intak – wc: 209

It started as a joke. You were bored, and Intak, ever the instigator, grabbed your hand and said, “Let’s drive till we find something cool.” Two hours later, you were eating street food in a small coastal town, barefoot on a beach neither of you knew existed that morning.

You laughed until your stomach hurt, danced to a stranger’s guitar playing, and talked about your craziest dreams like they were possible.

At some point, Intak looked at you with that boyish grin and said, “What if we just kept going? New places, new food, you and me. Just… forever like this.”

You laughed then, but as the sun set and you watched him skip rocks across the water, you couldn’t stop smiling. Because forever didn’t sound scary. Not with him. Not with his wild heart, his gentle soul, his chaotic joy.

This wasn’t just a detour. It was the beginning of your favorite story.

Soul – wc: 200

It wasn’t a special day. There were no holidays, no celebrations. You were just at home, folding laundry together. The TV played softly in the background, Soul humming absentmindedly along to a song he liked.

He handed you a pair of socks, then paused to fix the collar of your shirt with such quiet tenderness it made your heart ache. “You always forget this part,” he murmured with a small laugh, smoothing it out.

You looked up, caught in his calm eyes, and suddenly felt the weight of the moment.

No grand gestures. No big declarations. Just soft love, steady hands, and a deep knowing.

With Soul, it wasn’t about the high points—it was the everyday magic. And in that silence, you knew: He’s my forever. My ordinary miracle.

Jongseob – wc: 204

The night sky stretched endlessly above you as you lay on a blanket in a quiet park. Jongseob was talking about the future—his bucket list, the music he still wanted to make, the people he wanted to impact.

Then his voice shifted. Softer.

“But no matter what happens, I want you there with me,” he said. “In every version of my future, you're in it.”

You turned to look at him, lit only by the moonlight, and saw the rare vulnerability in his usually confident eyes.

He wasn’t just speaking from fantasy—he was making a promise. A quiet, hopeful, real promise.

You reached for his hand, and when he gripped it back tightly, you knew—this isn’t just love. This is fate.

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My Peace, My Solace

ﾟ+.ﾟ"When I start to tumble from the sky, you remind me how to fly,"—"lately I've been feeling not alive, but you bring me back to life."

Sypnosis: Recharging with P1harmony after a crazy schedule!

Pair: P1harmony x Male! 7th member! READER

Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; hyung, the use of [name] and maknae, as usual, the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33

A/N: thank you for the likesss, sorry it took me this long to post again and im sorry if its short TT i really just wanted to drop this because ive seen how hard our boys are working, and i js hope that they have moments similar to this fic irl ykkk?? I love piwon sm, i feel bad for stanning too latee

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Constantly dozing off wasn't particularly rare between the members.

Everyone was putting a hundred and ten percent in the promotions, attending a bunch of shows, interviews and doing covers for magazines this comeback. It's been like that ever since debut, but with this certain comeback, everyone was grinded to the bone. You couldn't rest for more than just a few minutes, couldn't sleep for a minimum of two hours before you have to get up and running—you were all overworked, and right now, no one was blaming you for falling asleep on the practice room after a hectic schedule.

You were sprawled out on the floorboards, head lolled to the side as you quietly snoozed with sweat glistening on your limbs and forehead.

Soul was right next to you, head resting on one of your extended arm as he curled up like a ball. Everyone else either sat on a chair or was leaning against the wall. Heavy silence dawned over the room, and no one dared to break the peace it somehow offered. You all just finished multiple rounds of practice, only getting a total sum of twenty minutes for resting. It's late in the evening, and finally, everyone was permitted to leave. But no one does, not really.

After catching his breath, Intak went up to you and Soul on the floor, plopping on your other arm with a grunt. He mimicked the other boy's pose, curling up to your side as you lay there, still peacefully asleep on the cold floor. Shuffling feet then scurry closer to the three of you, Keeho was approaching the forming group with a small grin, "scoot over," he kneeled down, slipping in between you and Intak.

He wrapped an arm around your middle, feeling Intak throw a leg over his own behind him. Theo was surprisingly next to lay down. He settled in next to Soul, crossing his arms and bending his leg upwards until his knees hit the younger boy's back.

"Oh, we're seriously doing this?" Jongseob watched as Jiung became the next one to drop right on top of you, earning him a soft grunt from your lips. "Come onnn, we won't be complete without our maknae," Keeho lifted his head, removing his arm, that was previously around you, to rest them on Jiung's back instead. Jongseob, despite rolling his eyes at his hyung's insistence, walked on over with a held back grin on his face. He took the spot above you, resting his head on the floor before he pressed your own head against his.

Everyone stayed like that for a long second.

Even as the cameras zoomed in to film this wholesome moment, not a single one of you moved to stand up and leave.

When you woke up from your short nap, you noticed the lights were all out now and that there were blankets around you. Wait no...these aren't blankets! You huffed slightly, feeling someone on top of you and a few others on both sides of your arm.

The staff had turned out all the lights and quietly exited the room after clipping the moment, leaving everyone resting on the floor since it was very well-deserved. Although you were serving as a warm, human pillow for your members right now, you couldn't find it in yourself to move and disturb their sleep. Afraid to accidentally wake them up, you found yourself closing your eyes, listening to their snores and the mechanical humming of the air conditioner to lull yourself back to sleep.

[ashonheavenscloud]

11:52 PM || h. intak

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hwang intak x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!)

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: swearing, 18+ explicit content, soft soft soft dom!intak, down bad!intak lol, unprotected sex, fingering, little bit of marking, praise galore cause intak is so obsessed with reader omg

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: a lil smut i had cooking for wayyyyy too long to hopefully get me back into a good routine of writing and posting over the summer break! and intak’s been killing me so bad this comeback so it was bound to happen regardless skdjfkjfjf. enjoy~~

now playing: bedtime story - rini, need it - rini

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“That’s definitely new, right?”

You catch Intak’s eyes in the mirror, watching his reflection look back at you before sliding down over your body, assessing the cute black pajama set—silky shorts and a spaghetti strap camisole—you’d recently purchased. The way that he’s staring at you, and especially the way his ears and cheeks are tinted red, has your stomach doing cartwheels, but you’re also just touched that he noticed.

“Yeah, I got them while shopping with Yeji over the weekend. I needed something lighter to wear over the summer…”

Your voice trails off as he steps fully into the bathroom and slips a hand around your waist, feeling the fabric. His eyes widen with a small shocked gasp. “Oh wow, it does feel really nice.”

“Right?” You concentrate back on the mirror to finish the last steps of your skincare—well, at least you try to concentrate. Intak’s gentle hand smoothing over your waist, occasionally brushing under the hem, and his head resting in the crook of your shoulder don’t do much to help that, especially when he presses a light kiss to your bare skin.

“It’s cute. You look really cute.” He mumbles into your neck and you’re glad for the excuse to reach away and grab a towel and pat your face dry, hoping he can’t see the blush on your cheeks from his voice so close to your ear.

However after taking off the headband holding your hair back and hanging the towel to dry, you make the mistake of catching Intak’s gaze on you in the mirror, chin still resting on your shoulder. His mouth instantly tilts up in a smile that’s so endearing and butterfly-inducing that you can feel your heart speed up. He lifts his head enough to press his nose into your cheek, then kisses the corner of your mouth with a whispered, “I mean, you always look cute, but right now…”

It’s diabolical and he knows it, your heart leaping out of your throat. Your body acts on instinct and you pull away with a giggled, “Intak!” He just grins as you duck quickly out of the bathroom before your boyfriend can think of anything else to say to make you shy and all sorts of stupid.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Intak laughs as you attempt to escape into your bedroom, cheeks heated- and this time he can definitely see your flustered state as he slips past the doorway behind you. He’s grinning, eyes sparkling playfully, and he’s looking at you like you’re the galaxy and he’s only just looked at the night sky for the first time. His hand catches yours with enough force to wheel you back to him, and you give in with little resistance, spinning to face him. You’re just a couple inches away now, giggling as he pretends to flick your forehead as punishment for trying to run from him.

“There’s no way I’m letting my girl go without a proper kiss.” Intak tsks, tapping your chin to force you to look up at him. “Especially when she’s looking so damn pretty.”

You roll your eyes, another not-so-subtle disguise to hide how flustered he’s making you. But he knows you too well, a crooked smile lifting with pride as he slowly adjusts his hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers and stepping right into your space. He’s leaning into you like a flower to the sun, adoring eyes darting between your eyes and down to your lips. The way such a simple action can make you feel so much is absolutely ridiculous, and it only takes Intak another few seconds to increase that giddiness tenfold with his soft lips pressed to yours. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle and slow and dizzying, instantly sending you reeling from his touch. His free hand finds your waist as yours slide up to his shoulders, shivers running up your body. He draws you as close as possible to himself, subtly tugging at your bottom lip to hear you sigh before pulling away.

You don’t let him get far, slipping a hand around to the nape of his neck to keep him close. Intak tilts his head, letting his forehead rest on yours as you hover around each other’s lips, taking in the other’s presence. Your hand lightly scratches at his scalp and his eyelashes flicker, eyes half closed, nose nudging yours as an invisible force closes the distance and his lips capture yours again—slowly, deeply, like it’s been weeks since he’s had the chance to kiss you like this. Your sharp inhale dissolves into a quiet whine that only encourages him to smile into the kiss and press closer. Both of his hands move to rest on your hips and you find yourself slowly moving backwards until your body collides with the back of your bedroom door. Intak has you pinned in a second, kissing you again and again, parting your lips to gently suck on your bottom lip and feel your quiet whimper on his tongue.

“God- been wanting to kiss you all night…” he whispers into your mouth in a strained, desperate tone. You answer by tugging him back into a heated kiss that pulls a groan from the back of his throat. Your hands rake through his curls to encourage more pretty sounds that fall onto your lips as he picks up the pace. His hands squeeze your hips, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s hoisting your body into the air, picking you up like its nothing to hold you against the door. You instantly wrap your legs around his torso and pull his face back to yours, unwilling to let him get too far. He responds eagerly, grip tightening on the underside of your thighs as his slow, borderline messy kisses pull from you sighs and whines of his name. His whole body feels on fire under your fingertips, and so does yours, adrenaline rushing through your veins and taking over your senses. His tongue parts your lips, his hands slip to grip your ass, and a murmured “fuck,” turns your brain to static. His hips rut against yours and you gasp, pulling away briefly, heart pounding in your chest.

Your breath catches as his gaze finds yours; Intak looks like a dream and your worst nightmare all at once. His cheeks are flushed, hair disheveled, chest heaving, eyes dazed and half closed as he examines your face the way you do with his, lips brushing yours as his gaze drops to them, then back up to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, eyes wandering over your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His lips are locked back on yours in an instant, pulled like a magnet to its opposite pole, and you’re instantly dizzy, gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it.

This kiss is pure heat. He teases your bottom lip with his teeth and you quietly moan, drawing him as close to you as possible. You run your hands over his shoulders and pecs and feel him shudder, softly groaning as he presses your body to the back of the door once more, pressing his hips against yours again. His lips leave yours, but only to find the slope of your neck and kiss along the skin, sucking marks in a trail to your shoulder, slipping the strap of your tank out of the way without missing a stride. The sensation of his wet mouth on your bare shoulder has your head falling back to rest on the door, heat swimming in waves beneath the surface of your skin. Intak’s lips wander back up your neck, finding a sweet spot behind the back of your ear. The feel of his soft lips and wet tongue make you shiver and quietly moan out his name. “Intak—”

“You’re driving me crazy, baby.” He pants, voice low in your ear. “So perfect… look so fucking cute…”

Your hands run back over his biceps and shoulders, appreciating the toned muscle with gentle squeezes as you sigh and subtly rut your hips against his growing boner. He groans against your lips, melting under your touch and the obvious display of want. He can’t muffle a whimper from the back of his throat as you slide your hands over his chest and repeat the action, which he instantly reciprocates with a grind of his own and a whined, “Fuck, baby… c’mere…”

Making sure his grip looped under your body is secure, Intak kisses your lips one last, lingering time before pulling you back from the door. Stumbling slightly, Intak carries you to the bed and sets you down on the sheets, making your stomach jolt in anticipation. Moving to hover his body overtop of yours, he rubs your thighs and lingers by your lips again, kissing you with new fervor as he whispers between each dizzying peck, “Lay back for me, baby. Just relax and let me do all the work… gonna give you what you deserve…”

His words have an instantaneous effect, making you shiver and grab at his broad shoulders to keep him close, whispering, “Want you…”

With a smile, he pecks your cheek before trailing soft, sensual kisses back down the side of your neck and along your collarbone. He spends a little extra time at the neckline of your shirt before helping you pull the fabric over your head to discard it, doing the same quickly with his own shirt. His lips don’t miss a beat in continuing their path down your body, littering your skin with long presses of his mouth and tongue that make you shiver, sensitive to every touch. His hands follow his lips in their journey down your body, rubbing over your breasts and the curves of your sides. You feel yourself sinking into the bed as Intak slowly presses your hips into the mattress, lips worshipping your body, slowly sucking wet, red marks in his wake. Every small sound you make is only encouraged by Intak, who slowly massages your waist and murmurs, “You’re so good for me.” The words are whispered over your skin, making you feel lightheaded with desire. “So perfect.”

His mouth trails a line down your center, and he’s so unbearably slow that you already feel like a mess before he even starts kissing along the waistband of your shorts. Your hands find their way into his hair and tug at the dark locks, pulling small, strained groans from the back of his throat as his eyes flutter. The action seems to only encourage him to further drive you to the edge of insanity, tongue teasing the marks he’s leaving as you squirm beneath him, already out of breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, thumbs massaging the rise of your tummy, admiring the darkening bruises he’s left behind. He presses several wet, sweet kisses there before he tugs at your shorts, glancing up at you through dark lashes. “Can these come off, baby?”

You nod with a small “please,” and that’s all Intak needs. His lips split into a grin, eyes sparkling before he carefully pulls aside both your shorts and panties to expose your whole body to him. He takes several seconds to simply get a look at you before bending back down to capture your lips again, softly moaning when you readily press back into him. His hands slip back to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hip bones to hold you in place as he kisses you twice, three times, endlessly more. You lose count as he mumbles sweet praises and several “I love you” ’s against your lips before parting once more. This time, he wastes no time, eager impatience getting the better of him as his arms loop around your waist to roll you over onto your stomach with ease.

Your stomach drops at the change in position and the way his hands explore your body again, rubbing over your ass and up your spine firmly, kneading into the skin. His warm kisses return, littering your back with wet spots and stinging marks that make you whine into the pillow. You feel his smile on your skin, know he’s teasing you on purpose, but your complaints are instantly forgotten when he finally pushes your thighs apart and drags a finger through the wetness gathered in your core, catching on your clit in the process. Pleasure pulses through your body as he repeats the action several times, making you whimper and clutch at the sheets.

“Fuck, Intak, there, please-”

You arch your back with a small moan as Intak obliges, rubbing two fingers over your clit in practiced motions that have you seeing stars. After a minute, he pauses briefly to prop a pillow under your hips, then firmly loops his hands under your thighs and pulls you close to him. He leans over you, kissing up your neck before once again finding that sweet spot behind your ear and murmuring, “Relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You’ve been so good, so good, baby… gonna get you there, promise… just hold on for me.”

His fingers work magic as he slips two into your aching cunt and quickly begins to thrust and curl them just right. It’s so good you don’t even know when you start grinding your hips back to chase the friction. “Oh my god…”

It’s not enough, though, and when you say as much Intak quickly strips off his pants and boxers with his free hand, fisting his boner and aligning himself with your hole. Your whole body heats, shaking with anticipation and need, core tingling. Intak hisses as he slowly pushes into you, head falling, his hair and his breath tickling your back. “Oh my god… baby…”

His hands tighten on your hips as he ruts into you, gradually sinking further into your welcoming warmth as spots fill your vision, skin burning at the feeling of his pulsing dick filling you, stimulating your sensitive walls and triggering waves of heat and pure pleasure to flow through your veins. When Intak bottoms out, he does so with a throaty groan, head dipping to touch your back, hair tickling your skin.

As you take a second for the two of you to adjust, Intak lifts his head and presses several messy kisses to the side of your head and behind your ear. “Feel okay?” He pants, breath hot on your neck.

You nod, head heavy in the pillows, body shaking. One of Intak’s arms wraps around your chest and pulls you up to him, supporting your weight while he begins to thrust. The friction is delicious, and you’re instantly clenching around him, your body practically begging for more. Intak lets out quiet sounds and grunts with each thrust, and it’s not long before both of you start to slowly fall apart. Each stroke is deliberate and evenly paced, slow enough for you to really feel it, yet hurried enough that you’re not given a second to breathe before another wave of pleasure rolls through your gut and pushes a moan from your throat.

“God, you feel so good,” Intak groans, head buried in your neck, mouth warm against your skin. “Take me so well, baby… shit—”

His hips thrust with more force, his desperation getting the better of him. His arm around your chest remains firm in holding you to him at the same time that his body presses you against the mattress, his free hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place for him, allowing him to control the angle and hit all your best spots. It’s so good and so intense that you similarly begin to lose control, breaths hitching and choking on moans and whimpers and pleas of his name, all of which are muffled into the sheets as your strength fails you and your head falls against the bed.

His own groans and whines become more high pitched and breathy, his words coming out in broken murmurs. “Feel s’ good, baby,” he whispers, words slurred together. He presses sloppy kisses to your shoulder, moaning against your skin as you clench around him again, feeling your stomach tightening, body tingling. “Fuck, babe—ah—I’m not… not gonna last long like this…”

You whimper, fingers digging into the sheets as his hand slips from your hip to find your clit again, rubbing in pressured circles that have you clenching around him harder, moaning beneath him. “There, there—”

Intak doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, repeating each heavenly motion as your climax nears its approach. It doesn’t take long before the knot in your gut becomes unbearable, heat rising across your skin. A few more seconds and you’re babbling, “I-I’m coming, Intak, ah-”

“Come for me…” Intak pleads, panting, body shaking overtop of yours, voice right beside your ear, deep and laced with want. “Let me feel you, baby… I’ve got you…”

In an instant, your body tenses and the knot snaps, your high washing over you hard. Your boyfriend rides you through your high, and it’s not long before Intak’s hips stutter and his cum spills into you, his own choked moans filling the space between you. After a couple last thrusts, Intak stills, then slowly pulls out and slumps beside you.

You take a minute to catch your breath, and as you do, Intak pulls you against him, rolling you onto your side and curling you backwards into his chest. His mouth presses gently to your back, free hand rubbing circles over your hip bone. “There you go, baby, that’s it…”

You hum in return, taking his hand and intertwining it with yours. Intak nuzzles into your neck, both of you catching your breaths as he kisses you there. Eventually, he whispers, “You good?”

“Mm. Better than good.”

You can feel Intak’s proud grin against the shell of your ear as he holds you tighter to him. After a moment, he presses another kiss to your skin and murmurs, “Let’s get you washed up and back into those cute pj’s of yours, baby.”

You let him guide you to sit up, eyeing him as he grabs your pajama set, and laughing softly. “Okay, but behave this time.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as Intak pulls you to your feet, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more for good measure. “No promises.”

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ㅤ𖹭 #𝗣𝟭𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬 ::ㅤ𝗧𝕰𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛⠀⠀【...】

ㅤㅤ𝑛. ⠀﴾⠀cw. 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. semi-pub sex, unprotected sex, oral, body worship, creampie﹙?﹚,﹙slight﹚overstimulation⠀━╋⠀﴿ ⎯⎯ 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . every part is like 1.3k–1.7k words approx ( yes I counted bc I care ) apparently I can’t stfu when it comes to p1h boys being hor🦵🏻 on a beach ok bye ૮( ˶˃ᆺ˂˶ )

KEEHO

keeho’s the type who plays it cool until he really can’t. like, he’ll be cracking jokes, teasing you in front of the others, making sarcastic comments about sunscreen brands — until he sees the way your swimwear clings to your hips when you come out of the water. then it’s over. he’ll try to be subtle about it. leaning back on his elbows as he watches you towel off, sunglasses hiding the way his eyes drag over every inch of skin. but you notice. you always notice. especially when his jaw flexes and his leg starts bouncing, like he’s trying to stay calm. "come with me for a walk," he says eventually, voice low and too casual. like it’s no big deal. like he isn’t walking five steps ahead to hide how hard he’s getting in his board shorts. when you finally catch up, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down the path behind some dunes. the second you’re out of sight, he’s on you — palms on your waist, teeth on your neck, breath warm and desperate.

“you have to stop looking at me like that,” he mutters against your skin. “i’m one second away from doing something really fucking dumb.” you tell him to do it. and that’s all he needs. he pushes you gently against a tree, kisses you like he’s starving. his hands slide under your top, thumbing over bare skin, dragging goosebumps in their wake. he murmurs filth into your mouth, half-laughing at how breathless you get from just a little teasing. "this is a bad idea," he says, tugging down your swimsuit, his tone betraying how badly he wants it anyway. he fingers you first — sloppy, slow, his knuckles brushing places that make you whimper into his shoulder. he lives for that. for how wet you get just from the anticipation. he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks them clean while watching your eyes roll back.

“you taste like the ocean,” he grins, “but sweeter.” when he finally slides in, it's hot and messy and fast — hips stuttering, hands gripping your thighs like he’ll lose it if you let go. he tries to be quiet. really tries. but when you moan his name and claw at his back, he groans against your throat, whispering, “fuck, you’re gonna get us caught.” you don’t care. neither does he. and when it’s over, when your legs are shaking and his forehead is pressed against your shoulder, he just laughs softly and says, “worth every grain of sand in my ass.”

THEO

theo is patience and pressure all at once. he’s calm, quiet, lets the others run wild in the water while he lounges on the sand beside you, warm and golden under the sun. he watches you more than anything else — hidden behind sunglasses, biting back smirks every time you stretch or adjust your bikini or lick salt off your lips without even thinking. you can feel it in the way he touches you, subtle at first. a hand resting low on your back. fingers brushing your thigh just a little too close. leaning in to say something, lips grazing your ear like he knows exactly what it does to you. “you’re driving me crazy,” he says lowly, voice all grit and velvet. “keep looking at me like that and I’ll lose it.” you laugh, thinking he’s teasing. he’s not. by the time the sun starts to dip and the rest of the group gets distracted with volleyball and snack runs, he leans into you with that familiar calm intensity in his eyes and murmurs, “come with me. now.”

he leads you behind a rocky bluff near the edge of the beach — secluded, shaded, soft sand under your feet and the crash of waves muffling the sound of your breathing. and before you can even ask what he’s doing, his hands are on your waist, his mouth on your neck, and the way he says, “been waiting all day to have you like this,” sends heat straight through you. he takes his time. always does. his hands are slow but firm, dragging up your thighs, slipping under your swimsuit with practiced ease. his voice is low and constant in your ear — dirty, tender, breathless. “look at you,” he groans, fingers sliding through how wet you already are. “can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”

he eats you out with pure devotion, kneeling in the sand like it’s sacred. eyes locked with yours, tongue deep and slow, hands gripping your thighs like they’re his anchor. he moans into you when you tug his hair, low and guttural and so needy. and when you try to squirm away, overwhelmed, he just pulls you closer and says, “don’t run, baby. I’m not done.” he makes you come like that, once, maybe twice — legs trembling, one hand clutching the rock behind you, the other tangled in his hair. and then he finally stands, tasting you on his lips, dragging down his swim shorts as he presses your back to the rock.

“gonna be quick,” he says, voice thick and strained. “I need you so bad.” he pushes in slow, watching your face the whole time, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your mouth — soft to balance the stretch of him filling you so perfectly. and then he fucks you. deep, steady strokes that make your toes curl and your head fall back. he holds you up with both arms, cradling you like you’re something breakable even while he’s ruining you.

“you feel too good,” he groans, hips snapping harder. “I’ll never get enough of this.” you’re both sweating, sand sticking to skin, the ocean roaring behind you, and still — he slows down halfway through, just to watch you. to take it all in. your pretty fucked-out face. the way you moan his name like a prayer. the way you look like you’re about to cry from how good it feels. he kisses you through the aftershocks, holds you close as you both catch your breath, his forehead pressed to yours, voice rough with love when he says, “you’re mine. always.”

JIUNG

jiung doesn’t play fair. not when he wants you. especially not when he knows he can’t have you yet. it starts when he sees you in your swimsuit — hair damp, skin glowing, that little smile on your face like you don’t even realize how insane you’re driving him. he’s quiet about it, at first. gives you a look over his sunglasses that burns hotter than the sun on your skin. licks his lips. smirks when you catch him staring. “you’re seriously wearing that in front of everyone?” he teases, voice low enough just for you. “baby, you’re evil.”

and it only gets worse. he walks behind you in the sand, hand brushing just beneath your ass as if by accident. whispers things into your ear when no one’s looking. “bend over like that again and I’ll fuck you right here.” he’s not kidding. he gets bold when the sun starts to drop, shadows stretching longer, everyone too busy with their own thing to notice how restless he is, how his hand keeps finding your thigh, how he won’t stop biting his lip.

“come here,” he finally says, grabbing your wrist, tugging you away from the bonfire and into the dark. you end up hidden behind a sand dune, lit only by the faint glow of the moon and the gold of the fire flickering in the distance. it’s warm, quiet, just the sound of waves and your heartbeat hammering in your ears. he crowds you against the dune, one hand cupping your face, the other already sliding under your bikini bottoms.

“knew you were this wet,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot. “you’ve been begging for it all day.” and you have. he kisses you like he’s starving, messy, desperate, teeth clashing. his fingers slide through you so easily it’s obscene, and he watches your face the whole time, eyes dark and locked in.

“say it,” he whispers. “say you want me.”

“I want you,” you pant, and he groans low, like it physically hurts him. he doesn’t even bother getting fully undressed, just pushes your bikini aside, yanks his shorts down far enough, and pulls your leg up around his waist. and then he’s in you, thick and hot and deep, both of you gasping like you’ve been holding your breath all day. he thrusts hard, fast, hips snapping into you like he means it. “you’ve been teasing me for hours,” he growls into your neck. “now take it. take all of it.”

he grabs your ass, pulls you closer, grinds his hips slow and deep just to watch your legs shake. “so good for me,” he murmurs, licking into your mouth. “so fucking tight. so fucking mine.” you’re gasping, moaning, nails digging into his shoulders, and he’s loving every second of it—fucking you like he wants to ruin the memory of any other touch, like this is the only thing that matters in the world. when you come, it’s with his name punched out of your lungs, and he groans into your skin, hips stuttering as he follows with a low, filthy moan that you swear echoes across the water.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just holds you, both of you breathing hard, forehead to forehead again, fingers still gripping your thigh. “you’re mine,” he whispers, brushing his lips over yours. “gonna take you again when we get back. over and over until you can’t walk.” and you know he will.

INTAK

intak’s always had a thing for teasing in public. doesn’t need a bed. doesn’t need a room. doesn’t even need privacy, really. just needs you. and the second he sees you stretched out on a towel in that tiny bikini, eyes closed, chest rising with every lazy breath — yeah, he’s done for. he straddles the line between playful and dangerous real fast. he lies down beside you, one arm propping his head up while the other lazily drapes over your stomach. “you’re doing this on purpose,” he murmurs, voice close to your ear. “looking like that, laying here like you want me to drag you off somewhere.”

you peek at him through your lashes, smiling like you’re innocent. he scoffs under his breath and slides his hand lower — over your stomach, under the knot of your bikini bottoms, just enough to make you gasp. “yeah?” he whispers. “you gonna let me?” you nod, eyes wide, thighs already pressing together. he waits until it’s darker, until the others are distracted down the beach. then he grabs your hand, pulls you up, and leads you down a quiet stretch of sand — until the voices are gone, and the only sounds are the ocean and your heartbeat thumping behind your ribs.

he turns to face you, cupping your jaw with both hands, eyes on your mouth. “been thinking about you all day,” he says, brushing his thumb over your lip. “how you’d sound if I fucked you right here.” he kisses you slow — lips soft but heavy with intent, mouth pressing yours open so his tongue can slide in deep. his hands drop to your hips, fingers tugging the strings of your bikini bottoms loose like he’s done it a thousand times. he drops to his knees in the sand before you can speak. looks up at you like you’re already trembling for him. then pulls your bikini aside and drags his tongue through your folds, slow and firm, until your legs nearly buckle.

“hold onto me,” he mumbles against you. “don’t fall.” he licks you like he’s got nowhere else to be, like the ocean isn’t crashing beside you, like he’s meant to be on his knees between your thighs. he flicks and circles and sucks on your clit until your hips jerk and your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling. you came like that, right against his mouth, with your whole body twitching, and he groans like he’s the one falling apart.

“so sweet,” he breathes, licking you once more before standing. “I’m not done.” his swim trunks drop in one smooth movement, and then he’s pushing you down onto the sand, your legs around his waist, cock heavy against your entrance. “you want it?” he asks, teasing his tip through your slick folds. “I want it,” you pant, and he smirks before thrusting in — slow and deep until you’re gasping, clawing at his back.

he fucks you like he’s showing off. hips rolling into yours with that dancer rhythm, body flexing perfectly with every movement. “god, you feel so good,” he growls into your ear. “tight little thing — been waiting all day for this pussy.” you moan for him, back arching off the sand, and he fucks you harder — hips snapping, breath ragged, one hand gripping your throat just enough to make your head spin. “you’re mine,” he hisses. “say it.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out, and he groans, pounding into you so deep it makes your whole body shake. he comes with a low, broken sound, collapsing over you with his lips against your neck, still grinding his hips to push it all in. he doesn’t pull out right away. doesn’t move. just kisses you, slow and sweet, and whispers, “next time I’m fucking you in the ocean.”

SOUL

OH MY GOSH MY BABY SOUL #2 :( !!!! soul has been watching you play around in the water all day — laughing, splashing, ducking under waves like you’re some wild thing made of sun and salt. he’s quiet about it, just smiles when you glance his way. but there’s heat behind his gaze. something you feel every time your eyes meet. by the time the sun starts to dip, he’s twitchy. sitting beside you on the sand, eyes fixed on the horizon, but his fingers won’t stay still. they brush your thigh. your hip. the back of your neck.

then, without warning, his lips are at your ear. “come with me.” his voice is low. controlled. but there’s a shake in it. like he’s trying not to fall apart. he grabs your hand and walks you past the rocks, where the sand turns smoother and no one’s around. the wind picks up. the waves crash louder. and he pulls you in, just enough to get your legs wet. lets the water lap at your calves while he stands behind you, arms around your waist, breath hot against your neck.

“been thinking about you,” he whispers. “all day. the way you look in that bikini. the way your skin tastes when it’s salty.” his hands slide up your stomach. then higher. cupping your breasts under the wet fabric while his thumbs circle over your nipples. “you feel that?” he murmurs. “you feel what you do to me?” his hard cock is pressing against your ass now, straining through his swim shorts.

he grinds just enough for you to feel it. and then he’s turning you around, kissing you like he’s desperate. wet, hungry, needy. his hands grip your hips like he’s holding back. “tell me you want it,” he says, lips brushing yours. “here. with the ocean around us.”

“I want it,” you whisper, already trembling. he moves quickly — pushing your bikini bottoms to the side and lifting your leg over his hip, so he can slide his cock between your thighs. he doesn’t fuck around. he pushes in slow, letting you feel every inch, until you’re full and gasping and clutching at his shoulders. his eyes never leave yours. not once. “you’re perfect,” he breathes. “tight. warm. mine.” he fucks you like the waves are chasing him, rocking into you with smooth, deep thrusts, water splashing around your ankles with every movement. the sound of your bodies moving together is filthy, echoing in the open air. he groans when you clench around him, fingers digging into your waist. “god, I could stay inside you forever.” you’re moaning for him now, eyes glassy, head tilted back while he thrusts harder. deeper.

the rhythm picks up. your leg trembles around his hip. and when he reaches between you to rub your clit, you came hard, back arching, mouth open, voice swallowed by the ocean. he follows seconds later, panting, lips on your collarbone as he fills you up, still holding you tight. when he pulls out, he tucks your bikini back in place with shaking fingers, kisses the corner of your mouth, and whispers, “next time? I want you underwater.”

JONGSEOB

aaaa seobbie > < you notice the shift in jongseob after lunch. his jaw’s tight. his tongue’s pressed to the inside of his cheek. and when you bend over to pick something up, his gaze lingers too long — locked on your ass, lips parted, hands flexing at his sides like he’s dying to touch. he doesn’t say much. just watches. watches as you stretch out on the towel, watches how the sunscreen gleams on your thighs, watches you lick salt off your fingers like you don’t even know what you’re doing to him. but you do. oh, you do.

“baby,” he finally murmurs, crouching beside you, voice rough, “come with me. just for a minute.” you barely make it past the dune before he grabs your waist and pins you against a palm tree, breath hot against your neck. “you’ve been teasing me all fucking day.” his hands are already sliding under the hem of your bikini bottoms, gripping your ass, grinding his hard cock against you through his swim shorts. “look at what you did to me.” you glance down, the outline is so obvious. thick and aching and twitching against your body like it’s been waiting for hours.

“take it out,” you whisper, and he growls. his hands move fast, tugging your bottoms to the side, shoving his shorts down just enough. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed, precum leaking from the tip. and he’s not wasting time. he wraps a hand around himself, lines it up, and rubs the head right against your soaked folds.

“you’re already this wet?” he smirks, dragging it up and down your slit. “fuck. i’m not pulling out.” then he pushes in. deep. slow. his mouth falls open like he’s trying to memorize how it feels. the stretch, the heat, the way your pussy pulls him in greedily. he grips your hips, leans his chest against your back, and starts thrusting — shallow at first, then deeper. rougher. filthy. every slap of skin sounds louder in the stillness behind the dune.

“you feel so fucking good,” he pants. “tight as hell. fuck, I missed this.” his hand snakes around to your front, fingers working fast against your clit. he knows exactly what to do, exactly how to make you fall apart for him. the pressure builds quick, your legs shaking, mouth open, whining his name like a prayer. “come for me,” he groans, voice cracking. “now. right now.”

and when you do, moaning, pulsing around him, going limp in his arms — he thrusts twice more and spills deep inside you, hips jerking, hands clutching your body like he never wants to let go. you’re both still catching your breath when he kisses the back of your neck, smile curling against your skin. “next time,” he mutters, “i’m fucking you in the water.”

[blue-jisungs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ PRETTY BOY 🧸ྀི — putting makeup on keeho <3 ( wc 386 )

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! inspired by this. and piwon’s new bangers. and also his hair this era bc im so in love w brown haired keeho<3

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ @kstrucknet

the sound of music playing softly blurred into brown noise, as you focused on your task. keeho’s hands were resting on your hips, drawing circles in a soothing notion.

you saw one of the sanrio clips slip a bit, so you put the brush you were using between your teeth and went to fix it. gently fixing his hair, you adjusted the clip again.

keeho’s eyes were focused on you. chin slightly propped up since you were holding it, lips parted.

“now a little bit of blush…” you hummed and reached for the blush, swapping your tools.

the pink dust decorated his cheeks. you dabbed some on his chin and nose as well, the soft brush tickling his skin.

you leaned back, appreciating your work. you thought keeho would decline when you asked to put makeup on him. but he agreed gladly and even offered (insisted, even) himself you to sit on his lap.

“i think you’re forgetting something” he spoke up. your boyfriend was suspiciously quiet throughout the whole time, so you got startled a bit.

“uh… am i?” you frowned. foundation, eye makeup, mascara, blush… highlight? no… maybe…

“lip tint, duh?” keeho smiled gently. with a giggle, you nodded.

you got to work, leaning closer again. your hair tickled his cheek but he didn’t mind. the fuzzy applicator poked his lips gently, enriching their color. slight red bloomed and you quickly went to blend it with your finger.

you missed the way he swallowed hardly.

“mhm, done” you announced and looked up. keeho’s eyes were solely focused on your lips.

you involuntarily smiled, your finger still resting on his bottom lip.

“my pretty boy” you murmured and he finally met your eyes.

maybe he overestimated himself. the moment you sat on his lap, he was gone for. you, pampering him… being so close… it made his heart flutter. his mind was filled with thoughts about you. he didn’t spoke much: he was just admiring you the whole time.

“can i kiss you?” it slipped out of his mouth before he could think about it. you just nodded.

your fingers shifted, still keeping his chin up. locking lips with him, carefully not to ruin the makeup, you felt him sigh with relief.

he was waiting for it since the moment you sat on his lap.

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[dearly-somber]

get high | h.it

-> pairing. it-boy!intak x female reader

-> genre. high school!au, acquaintances-to-???, pwp plot what plot (this fic is vibes only)

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2190

-> warnings. weed, making out, kind of dub-cony ngl 😭, suggestive ending

-> a/n. I’ve never smoked weed before, so if anything’s inaccurate feel free to edumacate me🤡👍🏻 Also: I have nothing against weed or the people who smoke it as long as it’s done responsibly and in a safe environment 😌

-> collection. misc

-> started. Mar. 19th, 2024 @ 22:40

-> fin. Sun., Oct. 20th, 2024 @ 22:48

-> edited. Tues., Oct. 22nd, 2024 @ 13:20

-> divider credit. @xxbimbobunnyxx, @saradika-graphics

You‘ve never understood the “hype” around weed.

Granted, you’d grown up in a very anti-drug household, so you went into high school with the mindset that whatever long term negative effects occurred after smoking weed would far outweigh the momentary high you’d heard people talk about on so many occasions.

Except, you’d never expected yourself to acquaint yourself with Hwang Intak: one of the most popular kids in senior year, Intak was well-known for his chill house-parties and phenomenal dance skills—a total catch and in with the so called “it-group”, he wasn’t someone you saw yourself ever interacting with, let alone befriending.

That was, of course, before you realized you shared nearly half your classes with him.

You weren’t very popular—sure, people knew you (it was impossible not to when you’d befriended a hoard of social butterflies and were known at least visually for your intimidating, no-nonsense RBF), but you’d never truly made friends with any of the kids higher up in the social hierarchy than “is friends with popular kids but isn’t actually popular themselves”.

So imagine your surprise when, on a seemingly random Tuesday morning during one of your double accounting periods, Hwang Intak strolled up to your desk with a friendly smile on his face, his voice light and airy as he asked, “You’re Y/N, right?”

From there, you’d started talking more and more, until one day he cornered you on your way to your locker after your sixth period, leaning against the wall as he spoke.

“You free this weekend?” he asked.

You raised your brow skeptically, looking warily over your shoulder at people making grouchy faces at having to step around you to get to where they needed to go. “I don’t think so, why?”

He grabbed your forearm and pulled you into his bubble and out of the way of the bustling student body.

You gulped up at him, cursing the heat you felt crawling up your throat at the closeness between you.

“I’m having a small get together with some friends to celebrate my birthday,” he said, putting his hands in his pocket as he tilted his head against the brick wall next to you. “I was wondering if you’d wanna join.”

Your eyes widened. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm… I mean, I—yeah, sure, I’ll be there,” you coughed, thanking the heavens above he seemed not to be focusing on your neck; you could feel how hot you’d gotten without needing to check first.

“Cool,” he said. “I’ll see you this weekend.” He smiled charmingly and began walking towards the staircase (where you belatedly realized a group of his friends were waiting for him), but panicked a little realizing you had no idea where to meet him.

“Intak!”

He turned around with a hum, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

You cleared your throat, rocking on the balls of your feet. “Where are we meeting?”

“Ah,” he laughed, walking back to you with a grin so captivating you were surprised your mouth wasn’t hanging open. “You have a pen?”

“A—uh, yeah, hold on, lemme just” —you dug around in your bag for your pencil case before pulling out a black pen and handing it to him, perplexed.

Your eyes widened when he reached once again for your forearm, ducking his head as he shook the pen out and began writing what you assumed was his number on your exposed skin, drawing a weirdly symmetrical, grinning heart with little devil-horns and a tail at the end.

“There we go,” he said, tucking the pen into your emblem pocket with a boyish grin.

He laughed at your bewildered expression as he backtracked toward his friends, the look he gave you sending a hoard of butterflies loose in the pit of your stomach. “See you soon, Y/N! I’ll text you the details!”

“I, uh” —you pinched yourself— “yeah, okay!”

Now, you’re probably wondering—what does any of that have to do with weed?

Well… maybe it’s easier to just show you.

“Y/NNNN!” Intak grinned at you from his couch, shamelessly eyeing you up and down as you walked sheepishly into his living room.

You waved awkwardly, feeling heat creep up the column of your throat when he giggled and waved back, a dumb grin on his face.

You fiddled with the hem of your white skirt, tugging the sleeves of your black Kuromi sweater over your fingers as one of Intak’s older friends, Choi Jiung, ushered you to sit between Intak’s legs.

“So…” You cleared your throat, crossing your spread legs at the ankles so you didn’t have to worry about accidentally exposing anything you didn’t want exposed. You forced a relaxed smile. “What are we doing?”

Jiung laughed good-naturedly, pulling a girl you didn’t recognize into his lap. “We’re smoking,” he said with a smile, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as he asked, “Have you smoked before?”

You hummed uncertainly, fiddling with your fingers—the heat of Intak’s legs against your arms was making it incredibly difficult to think. “No, I don’t really smoke…”

The girl in Jiung’s lap’s eyes widened. “What? Never?”

You shook your head.

“Not even once?”

“No,” you whispered, resisting the sudden urge to spring up and dash for the door.

“Ash,” Intak reprimanded, shifting in his seat.

Just as you were about to turn your head to look at him, his breath hit the back of your ear, his hands on your shoulders and a smile in his voice.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured you. “It’ll help you relax, though.”

He massaged your shoulders to emphasize his point and you tried very hard not to squeak in surprise.

Since when was Hwang Intak so good with his hands?

“You wan’ a hit?” Jiung offered, holding a joint out to you with wide eyes and raised brows; weirdly innocent-looking considering the situation you were in.

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

On the one hand, you were kind of scared. What if all those things your parents had said were true? That one hit meant you’d be a goner forever and start doing hardcore drugs because you’d started with the “Gateway”? That if you started now you’d become immediately enslaved to the high and never recover?

But, despite those worries, despite those fears…

Intak hadn’t stopped massaging your shoulders—rather, he’d dragged his hand to the base of your neck, gently pressing his forefinger against your pulse-point before sliding it down to brush across your exposed collarbone.

Thank the heavens he chose not to comment on the shiver that shot up your spine, but it was clear in the little huff of air behind you that he found your reaction amusing.

Really, you were curious. And maybe you wanted to impress him.

Just a little bit.

So you nodded, smiling awkwardy as Ash—Jiung’s girlfriend(?)—whooped and clapped with an obnoxious laugh of encouragement.

You took the already-lit joint from Jiung, holding it between your pointer finger and thumb, inspecting it.

Intak giggled, “Just put it to your lips and pull.” His chest expanded with the amount of air he sucked in through his teeth, letting out an exhale with an exaggerated grunt of relief.

You nodded uncertainly, releasing a nervous breath before bringing the joint up to your lips.

“There we go,” he whispered next to your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder as his hands ran up and down your arms; bold from the cannabis or because you were in his house, you didn’t know.

Not that you really cared, anyway.

You mimicked Intak’s movements and set the roll down in a coughing fit, waving your hand in front of your face like it’d stave off the aching burn traveling from the back of your throat all the way through to your lungs.

It took a couple of seconds for you to stop coughing, looking around the room with your hand fisted in front of your mouth and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

You met the expectant eyes of Ash and Jiung—and then you… laughed. And you laughed a little more, and some more, until you were giggling dumbly because why were they looking at you like that!

“Atta girl!” Jiung hooted, leaning far back into his chair before taking another hit from his own blunt.

“How d’you feel?” Intak asked, his eyes lighting up when you turned your head to look at him proper. His pupils were visibly dilated, sucking you in a little like a black hole.

You grinned, leaning back against his knee.

“I feel good,” you slurred, letting your eyes roam his face and grinning when he seemed to smile brighter because of it. “Really good,” you admit.

“Yeah?” Intak said, licking his lips. “Calmer?”

“Mmm…” You dragged your lower lip between your teeth and indulged in the wonderful cartwheel your stomach did as Intak watched the motion with rapt attention.

“Now,” Ash clapped her hands together, wiggling her eyebrows with a devilish smirk. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Y/N!” Ash yelled, completely indifferent to Jiung’s lips attached to her neck, “truth or dare?”

You hummed playfully, still leaned back against Intak’s leg.

You’d mellowed out considerably since you had your first pull around twenty minutes ago—you were leaning against Intak like it was normal and the hand he was running through your hair didn’t even make you bat an eye.

“Dare,” you said with a grin, light and happy and relaxed—more relaxed than you’d been during summer break!

Ash grinned mischievously, bringing a hand up to pull at Jiung’s hair, looking at him over her shoulder with a vicious smile. “I dare you to kiss Intak.”

“That’s boring,” Jiung panted, his cheeks tinged pink as he licked his lips and watched Ash with a furrowed brow, head tilted back with her firm grip in his hair.

She rolled her eyes, but turned to you and said, “Fine. I dare you to kiss Intak’s tongue.”

You licked your lips with an excited giggled, using Intak’s knees to push yourself up before turning around to smile at him with a happy sway in your step.

Intak watched you with a lazy grin as you walked between his legs, setting your hands beside his waist and leaning forward at a 90° angle to connect your mouths in an easy kiss.

“Yah!” Ash laughed, the sound breaking the two of you apart. “That’s not his tongue!”

You giggled and waved her off, looking down at Intak with hooded eyes.

“Stick your tongue out,” you ordered, staring at his mouth like a starved animal.

Intak grinned, watching you like a puppy watches his owner as he obediently stuck his tongue out, leaning cockily back into the couch.

With a surprising ease, you leant down and touched your lips to his tongue, so intrigued by the feel of it you gave it a little kitten lick of your own.

Intak groaned as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you in for a very heated kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth and tilting his head for better access.

You were on cloud nine and vaguely floaty, setting your hands on his upper thighs to keep yourself from wobbling over.

You only pulled away after Jiung let out a low whistle, Intak, lips red and swollen with a possessive hand on the nape of your neck and a hungry, nearly insatiable look in his eyes.

“Well, shit,” Ash laughed, leaning back against Jiung’s shoulder. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Y/Nie.”

You licked your lips as Intak leant up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lip, a confused noise leaving you when he suddenly pushed himself to standing.

You felt a little flip in the pit of your stomach at how tall he suddenly felt now that you weren’t towering over him, biting on your lip as he grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go to my room, hm?” he asked, not really waiting for an answer as he lead you to the stairs. “Get some privacy.”

You waved to Jiung and Ash (though neither of them waved back because they’d opted to start sucking each other’s faces off), watching with a growing fire the way Intak’s back muscles moved when he walked.

“You’re a good kisser,” you complimented as he lead you upstairs, laughing when he brought you into his room. He shut but did not lock the door behind him.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “How good?

“Very,” you assured, eagerly standing on the tips of your toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could keep kissing him.

“Mmm,” he hummed against your lips, guiding you back until the two of you were laying flat on the edge of his bed, his hands running up to trace the bare skin under your shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You nipped his lip, sighing into his mouth when he gave your waist a little squeeze. “I’m a little out of practice,” you panted.

He chuckled, pulling away to give you a devilish smirk. “We can practice.”

And so practice you did.

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˖ ݁˖ ❀⋆｡˚ ─── 𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒𝒃𝑢𝑔

˚.❀𝑨𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑌ᵎᵎ ── they/you feel clingy and can't seem to let go

˚.❀𝑮𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸/𝐶𝑊ᵎᵎ ── scenarios , fluff, established relationship ˚.❀𝑾𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇ᵎᵎ ── 0.9k

𝒄ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡ᵎᵎ (˶˃⤙˂˶)

˚.❀𝑲𝑒𝑒ℎ𝑜

Normally , he was the affectionate one ── he was always the one who'd coo and pinch your cheeks or squeeze them together between his fingers to make your lips form into a pout , always the one who'd initiate all the hugs and kisses. That seemed to have changed , but he wasn't one to complain ── he was slightly concerned though. "Do I need to call a doctor ? You good ? I'm not complaining , I love this very much but do you have a fever ?", his words seemed to be cut off after every second word , your lips busy pecking his. He just came back home from his schedule just to be greeted by you not even letting him take his shoes off after lunging at him ── he thought he was getting attacked for a second , but he was pleasantly surprised and maybe even amused as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a koala would with a tree. "Just missed you... that's all , and I need to recharge on my daily dose of Keeho affection. You haven't given me a kiss this morning!" ── ... so all he had to do was to not give you a kiss in the morning before he leaves to get you like that? Noted.

𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍

˚.❀𝑻ℎ𝑒𝑜

"What" mwah "Are" mwah "You" mwah "Doing?" mwah. His words kept getting cut off by your kisses , his eyes closing whenever your lips pressed against his gently before you started to pepper his face with kisses. He was just sitting there , tuning his new guitar before you came from behind and just grabbed his face so his head would be tilted backwards before attacking him with kisses. "You just look so cute sitting there and tuning your guitar , I couldn't help myself", you replied back with a small giggle as you squished his cheeks together and coddled his face to which he could only sigh in faux annoyance. "Of course you can't hold back when I look so pretty", his words were more playful than meant in a mean way , he was only being dramatic but honestly ── the soft flush on his cheeks gave away how it really made him feel before he started to whine and tell you to stop (which he didn't mean seriously, don't stop)

˚.❀𝑱𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑔

You didn't know what had suddenly gotten into your boyfriend , but you weren't complaining. Your boyfriend wasn't usually a big fan of affection, sure he'd kiss and hug you or hold your hand ── but he has never cuddled with you the way he did now. His head was on your chest , his arms circled around you to keep your body close to his and he sighed in contentment. "Can you run your fingers through my hair?", he murmured against your chest , nuzzling his face deeper into the softness of it before once again sighing softly when he felt your fingernails scraping his scalp gently. "Why are you so cuddly today..?", you asked in a soft whisper , it wasn't a mean question , you were genuinely curious ── maybe something happened and he needed comfort but didn't know how to ask? "Just felt like it... this isn't too bad. It's ... quite nice ", he mumbled , keeping his eyes closed while he practically melted into your body.

˚.❀𝑰𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑘

He was usually so shy , maybe even slightly awkward but never this straightforward ── maybe it's because he was still so so sleepy. His lips were formed in a pout , his sleepy eyes glistening under the sunlight as it shined down onto his face and giving him the sparkliest puppy eyes you have ever seen in your life . His hand was holding onto yours , stopping you from getting up from the bed. "Don't go... stay here with me", he mumbled as he used a little strength to pull you back , sighing softly as he got you back in his arms , his cheek nuzzling into the top of your head. You sighed softly , not having the heart to stop him from cuddling you. "Alright... 5 more minutes"

˚.❀𝑺𝑜𝑢𝑙

You knew your boyfriend was odd , that's why you loved him after all ── he was your little alien lover. He had an endearing way of speaking and expressing himself that also counted for affection. He just stared at you with his sparkling boba eyes as if he was thinking about what to say before he just opened his arms , waiting for you to come and hug him. You could only giggle to yourself before walking over to him , teasing words coming from his members ── you stopped by the practice room while they were practicing , it seemed like your cutie patootie of a boyfriend needed a hug from his lover. "You're so silly", you giggled as you hugged him to which he only picked you up and sprinted towards the couch, far far away from the members so he could have you all to himself.

˚.❀𝑱𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑏

"What's wrong?", your boyfriend asked in both concern but also amusement as he stopped typing. He was in his little studio working on a new song when you came over and just pulled his chair back to give yourself enough space to freely sit sideways on his lap , your legs thrown over the armrest while your arms wrapped around his neck with your head nuzzled into the crook of it. "Nothing , just want to be close to you , that's all", he couldn't help but laugh softly at your words , he felt a little flustered but playful at the same time , sighing softly. "What a clingy girlfriend I have , someone felt a little neglected hm? I'll make up for it", he promised as he leaned his head a little down to press a soft kiss on the top of your head.

[lee-sanghyeok]

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[lialuvspiwon]

coquette final boss 🎀

[ashonheavenscloud]

would you maybe be down to write headcanons abt making out with p1h 🤭

Need nothing more then to be laying in bed, lazily making out with keeho 😞

making out with p1harmony members!

warnings: none, a little suggestive but nothing explicit!

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! it was kinda fun to think about🤭 hope you enjoy <3

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☆ keeho:

he is soooooo obsessed with kissing you that make out sessions happen almost anytime, anywhere. he knows when to read the room, but isn’t against pulling you to the side or finding a more secluded room/hallway/etc to spend a bit of time kissing you and feeling you up. what’s he supposed to do when you look so good all the damn time??

i am however a biggggggggg enthusiast of keeho loving to make out with you in the car. will make “detours” or even just ask you to drive out with him somewhere where he can park and make out with you for a while. doesn’t need to go any farther than that (although he’s not against it🫣) but will not settle for less than like. an hour of kissing you. he will complain otherwise

makeouts start out slow and full of back and forth teasing. he loves holding the back of your neck for a bit of control (again, helpful with the teasing) and sliding his other hand up and down your waist. PLEASE straddle him he will die of happiness and excitement and will need you sooooo bad

lowkey loves it when you try to take the lead but 1) will never admit it and 2) won’t let you take it so easily

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☆ theo:

makeout sessions will most likely happen at home, just cause theo lovessssss taking him damn time with you and sees any kind of physical affection/touch as deeply intimate and personal. 90% of the time they happen in bed, either in the mornings or evenings.

will cup your face and hold you close, focusing on your lips with slow, languid, deliberate kisses that leave you out of breath and your mind completely empty. is a very very very good kisser and knows it. often smiles and whispers against your lips

favourite thing in the world is hearing you sigh into a kiss. literally lights his body on fire

most of the time these don’t escalate, or if it does, the whole thing is very soft love making. most of the time though, he’s content to bask in the moment and take you in. finds kissing you so relaxing and makes him feel at home

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☆ jiung:

similar to theo, jiung finds kissing you makes him relax, so he would likely loveeeeeeee making out with you after long stressful days or in the studio between working on projects. pulls you onto his lap or between his legs and holds you close with both his hands either under your jaw or behind your neck.

50/50 chance on it escalating. 100% chance if you tease him in any kind of way, either by saying his name in a certain way or pulling at his hair. he loses the game very very fast and needs your skin on his IMMEDIATELY

doesn’t spend the time only on your lips, often drifting across your whole face and neck while he’s at it. talks a lot during the whole thing, cause he likes to hear your breathy responses and know he’s driving you crazy.

makeout sessions could be a couple minutes or a couple hours and there’s no telling with him until you glance at the clock and both realize he’s missed a meeting and you’re late for an appointment. whoops.

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☆ intak:

like keeho, intak wants to kiss you ALL. THE. TIME. it’s getting him to stop and focus on anything else that’s the problem

is incapable of both keeping the makeout session short and keeping it from escalating. he gets excited easily and the second your hands find his chest and you sigh against his mouth it’s so, so over. hands on your waist, body leaning over yours, caging you in. LOVES holding you against a wall or just about any surface tbh

sloppy kisses. everywhere. focuses mainly on your lips but gets distracted sometimes at your neck when he wants to hear you a little louder for him. but your lips are his kryptonite and he wouldn’t really rather be anywhere else

on the flip side, he also really enjoys when you wake him up with lazy kisses. could die of happiness

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☆ soul:

makeouts with soul are spontaneous and giddy! usually gets the urge to kiss you the most when he’s excited or you’re being extra cute, and the kisses start all over your face before focusing entirely on your lips

and once he’s there, he’s THERE. lots of fast kisses, pulls at your lips a lot and holds your waist to keep you close to him. prefers to stand between your legs while you’re sitting in front of his, say, on a counter; OR he likes having you beneath him on the couch

teases a little but kinda can’t keep it up cause he just wants to kiss you so bad and it feels just as hard for him to maintain as it is for you to endure. but he sure does love the dazed expression and the faint voice you have when he does

doesn’t often escalate but when it does it does FAST

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☆ jongseob:

like theo, jongseob also sees kissing you as a personal, intimate show of affection, so makeout sessions almost always happen at home. he loves coming back after a long day, holding you in his arms and kissing you slowly, smiling and relaxing into it, knowing he’s where he belongs.

loves laying between your legs, hands around your waist or under your thighs, and slowly kissing you. nibbles on your bottom lip and often trails kisses down under your jaw before heading back to your lips. often goes back and forth between kissing you and talking about his day and yours, taking all the time in the world with you.

50/50 on whether it escalates, and when it does, his grip on you gradually tightens and his kisses turn from slow to hurried and needy. is a big whiner.

murmuring against your lips with a smile… yeah.

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✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ .All This Sneezing ⁺ P1Harmony

a/n hey guys! this is my long overdue headcannons that was based on this request ! :( i'm sorry i took so long! but i'll post it now ! so sorry once again and i hope you can accept this late one! let's get on with it then! pairing various!p1harmony x reader genre bf!piwon, fluff (?) warnings mentions of food, some light teasing, maybe a few petnames, pollen allergies, sickness, (anything else i missed please let me know!)

want to read more piwon posts? here are a few that i've made! here, here, here, and here !

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Yoon Keeho ˚₊ · »-♡→ You have the cold!

The first time you sneezed, Keeho didn’t think anything of it.

It was a cold day outside, and you had just walked into the warmth of his dorm. 

He took your jacket from you and just said “oh, bless you.” and went along his merry way. 

You guys had wanted a night to stay in since the days were getting colder and colder, and he happened to have the dorms to himself on this day. 

Keeho gave you a blanket to go under and placed some snacks on the coffee table before settling down and choosing the drama you guys hadn’t finished yet to occupy your time. 

The second time you sneezed, Keeho side eyed you for about ten seconds before saying “Umm … bless you, I guess.” scooting a little bit away from you as he said so. 

You kicked him with your foot as you saw his action, a look of disbelief on your face. 

“What? I’m a singer. I can’t be getting sick right now.” He says in defense. 

“Who says I’m sick?” You snarkily reply. 

He leaves it be, and you both go back to watching your drama. 

All is well in the dorms. The episode is almost over and you haven’t sneezed in about 40 minutes. 

As the credits roll, Keeho gets up to get some drinks. He comes back a few minutes into the next episode with two mugs of hot chocolate (or whatever drink you prefer if you don’t like hot chocolate). 

He hands you one at arm's length, and puts his mug on a coaster on the coffee table. 

Right when the male lead grabs the female lead’s arm to tell her “Don’t go!” you let out a huge and sudden sneeze. 

“Ew! Warn someone next time that you’re gonna shoot your saliva at them!” Keeho exclaims. 

You didn’t even get a chance to answer him back, as the sneezes attack your senses one after the other. You sneezed about ten times in almost a minute. 

Each time, Keeho moves further and further away from you. At the final sneeze, he got up from the couch and walked down the hallway. 

You grab one of the tissues from the box on the end table beside the couch, and blow your nose as you wait for him to come back. 

He comes back not too long after with a mask on his face, although it doesn’t hide the disgusted look. 

“Keeho, you’re overreacting!” You tell him. 

“You sneezed like a bazillion times just now and I’m overreacting?” He asks incredulously. 

You scoff in disbelief once you notice the can that is in his right hand. 

“A spray can too? Keeho, you cannot be serious.” 

“Go stand in the bathroom, I have to spray the couch.” is all he says in response. 

You grumpily oblige to his request, carrying your phone with you and sitting in the bathroom, sulking like a child. 

After almost ten minutes, he finally calls you back to the living room. 

You roll your eyes as you walk out, but your annoyance doesn’t last long. 

Keeho’s shoving a tumbler of tea in your hand. The coffee table is devoid of snacks, but it has a small bowl of soup on top of a placemat. 

“I placed the cold medicine on the side of the tissues.” He says as he walks back to the couch, sitting on the opposite end of where you were. 

You roll your eyes at him, but thank him nonetheless. 

As you’re passing him to get to your seat, you place a kiss on his cheek that has him blushing and sputtering. (He took his mask off, yes.) 

“If I get sick, I’m literally going to fight you.” He says as he narrows his eyes at you sitting back on the couch. 

“I’ll win anyway.” is all you reply. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Taeyang ˚₊ · »-♡→ The Room is Dusty.

When Theo opened the door for you to enter his “secret surprise” you didn’t expect to see a room that closely resembled the classroom you guys met in.

It was your second year anniversary, and Theo racked his brain for weeks, trying to figure out how to top your first year anniversary. 

Securing this place was last minute, but he had a friend who owed him a favor and the friend was more than willing to oblige. 

“I know it might not be much, but I thought we could take a trip down memory lane?” He replied when you asked him what spurred the idea on. 

He ushered you inside, and not even ten seconds in, you sneezed. 

Theo stared at you for a few seconds before walking past you and holding a chair for you. 

“Tae, in here is dusty as heck. What kind of memory lane are we on? One with cobwebs?” You asked him, hand going over your nose to prevent another sneeze from coming. 

“So in here’s a little dusty, let’s try to move past that and eat.” Theo replied. 

“I would if I didn’t feel the need to sneeze every two seconds.” You retorted. 

Theo ignores you and goes to the back of the classroom thing to see if they had any supplies. When he finds none, his shoulders slump. 

“Can we at least open the window or something? Feels like no one’s used this room in years.” You asked. 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll get the back and you get the front.” He obliged.

The second you go to the window, you start to sneeze again. 

Fourteen sneezes, in a row. 

Theo looked up at you, hand on his hips. 

You looked back at him with watery eyes. 

“Let’s just eat outside, yeah?” He offered. 

“Way ahead of you, boyfriend.” You agreed, hand already on the door to get out of there.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Jiung ˚₊ · »-♡→ You have the flu!

“Why are you here?” You ask your boyfriend, who stands in the door of your apartment with a bag in his hand. 

He cringes slightly at your raspy voice, and pushes you back in your place 

“Well, you sounded like you were dropped on your head when I called you earlier, so I decided to check on you.” He started, steering you toward your beat up couch. 

“Like I was dropped on my head? Seriously Choi Jiung?” You sluggishly accuse. 

“Well, either that or some kind of mysterious thing was constantly choking you. Either way you sound like death.” He shrugs. 

"Thanks, I feel like it too." You inform him, sitting down and sighing heavily.

Jiung walks over to the kitchen and immediately rummages through your cabinets and cupboards for utensils and food. 

When you sneeze, he doesn't even flinch. 

When you sneeze again, he tells you to use the tissues on the end table. 

You blow your nose and turn on the TV. 

Jiung whips up a small meal for you to eat, and as he places it in front of you, you turn your head away to sneeze some more. 

You sneeze about twenty times before you hear his slippers slap the floor away from you. 

“That bad? I have a recording session tomorrow, you know?” He supplies. 

“You didn’t have to come. I had it under control.” You retort. 

“Uh huh,” He sarcastically replies. “I’m sure you did. Is that why you’re here with no light filtering in and sick like a dog?” He asks. 

“Are you gonna nag me or take care of me?” You ask instead of answering him. 

“So now you want me to take care of you? Be glad I love you.” He answers. 

You roll your eyes, and then sneeze three more times. 

He slaps the tissue box off of the end table and into your lap, going back to standing as far away from you as he could.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Hwang Intak ˚₊ · »-♡→ Pollen Allergy!

Intak immediately noticed you weren’t feeling well when you showed up to your date with droopy eyes. 

He gets up to pull the chair out for you, and you thank him quietly before sitting down. 

You sneeze softly once he moves. 

“You know, we could’ve cancelled if you were sick.” He says as he sits down. 

“I’m not sick. And besides, you really wanted to come here. I wasn’t gonna let you down like that, Tak.” You reply, rubbing your throat softly. 

You look to your left to see that you were directly next to a shrub, just perfect, you thought. 

Before Intak can reply, you sneeze again. 

And again, and again. And then you hold your hand up to stop him from moving. 

It might’ve been your third date, but you’ve been friends for just a tad longer, you knew him by now. 

Then you sneeze again. Your eyes start to itch. Your nose then gets really stuffy. 

Then you sneeze again, and some mucus runs down. 

You look up to see Intak looking at you for a second, and then realization dawns on him. 

“OH MY GOODNESS YOUR POLLEN ALLERGY!” He screams out, causing you guys to get looks from the other patrons. 

“You took her here knowing she has a pollen allergy?” You both hear some woman ask a few tables down. 

“He didn’t remember, you old hag!” You instantly respond. 

Gasps litter the sitting area outside, and you hang your head down in shame. 

You feel a tap on your head that has you looking up at your date, and you see that he holds a handkerchief out to you. 

“Let’s go somewhere else.” He suggests, watching you blow your nose. 

You nod at him, and he gets up to pull your chair back so that you can get up. 

Then you sneeze again. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Haku Shota ˚₊ · »-♡→ Dusty Attic

Soul invites you to his house for the break, and you don't have the heart to decline. 

When you guys get there, everyone greets you with gusto and makes you feel very welcomed. 

His dogs run around you a few times before basically following you everywhere, and you give them pats and rubs. 

Soul’s mom tells you how interesting it is for the dogs to warm up to other people so easily. 

You spend time with his family, talking with them and getting to know each other for a while. 

Then Soul’s dad tells him to grab something out of the attic, and your boyfriend tells you to tag along. 

He goes up ahead of you and opens the door to the attic, and you follow along and smile. 

Once inside, he immediately shuffles towards the boxes that were labeled “family.” 

You take in one deep breath of exhaustion before the dust infiltrates your nostrils and has you sneezing up dust in Soul’s direction. 

“Sho, in here is dusty.” You relay to him. 

He looks up at you and nods, then goes back to looking for the thing his dad told him to find. 

You sneeze again. More dust kicks up. 

It causes you to sneeze again, and in turn causes more dust to kick up. 

This goes on for all of two minutes before you turn back around to get out of the attic before your lungs crash in on you. 

“Wait, I almost found it.” Soul stops you in your tracks. 

“If I stay up here any longer, then you’ll also have to find a paramedic. The dust in here is killing me, Sho.” You reply. 

Soul stops his digging and looks you in the eyes. 

You sneeze again. 

“Yeah, just go back down there.” He says to you. 

“I thought you’d never release me from these shackles.” You say in return, walking back down the steps and out of the attic. 

On the last step, you sneeze again, causing you to lose your balance.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Kim Jongseob ˚₊ · »-♡→ Flower Attack ?

When you told Jongseob that you didn’t like real flowers, he stored that information in his mind so nicely, that he never bought any real ones for you. 

You’ve been together with the boy for a little over a year, and he kept that little note in the back of his mind whenever he wanted to buy things for you. 

He never took you outside during the spring, never bought you real flowers, and made sure to always bring an extra mask with him whenever you guys went out on a windy day. 

So imagine his surprise when he places your favorite flowers in front of you and you immediately start sneezing up a storm. 

His eyes widen in shock and he hurriedly grabs the flowers back, looking at them in disbelief. 

No wonder the flowers looked a little too real. He thought to himself. 

You sneeze again and again and again, eyes going red and ears starting to itch. 

He hands you a handkerchief that he always kept, a water bottle, and a few allergy pills. 

You accept it readily, blow your nose and then down your pills. 

After a few moments of coughing and sniffling, you look at him. 

Worry fills his eyes as he stares back at you. 

“Did you go to a new floral shop?” You ask him, throat scratchy from the excessive sneezing. 

“Yeah, I even asked her for fake plants and she told me she made the best ones. I can’t believe she betrayed me like that. Betrayed us like that.” He replies, hands gripping the table in front of him as the flowers sit on the floor. 

“And why do you just have meds on hand?” You ask again. 

“In case something like this happens, duh. Always gotta be prepared for anything that might happen to you, baby.” He answers swiftly. 

You stare at him blankly for a moment or two before you smile at him. 

He smiles back. 

“Let me carry these back and demand a refund okay. You good on staying here for a bit?” He asks. 

“I wanna tag along because you’re not that good at being a haggler, but I’d rather not die, so I guess I’ll stay.” You cheekily reply. 

“I’m a great haggler, what are you talking about?” He asks, getting up to walk away. 

He comes back ten minutes later with no flowers and a pout on his face. 

“Did you come back with anything, great haggler?” You teasingly asked. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” is all he says in reply. 

You just laugh at his reply, causing him to smile.

[touktaz]

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I CAN NOT WAIT FOR PIWONS COMEBACK 😖🙏

[p1wonz]

a hero should be heroic

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A HERO SHOULD BE HEROIC