✮ — i’m so bnd pilled good god they plague my mind every single day im not normal. ( + ty to my dearest @ivehan for providing me the moral support for me to actually finish and post this🙂↕️❤️🩹….and leehan’s silly questions…!!)
fluff ; ᵎᵎ boyfriend headcanons ᵎᵎ, implied idol!bnd in some, a bit of comedy, lots of sweetness, overall very cute and kissable ot6 <3 wc : ~ 1k per member — 6.5k total
⤷ ゛sungho ˎˊ˗
.⋆ ༘ - he loves to laugh with you. sometimes, you’re convinced he thinks you’re the funniest person on earth. you could make the dumbest, corniest joke you don’t even think twice about and he’s giggling up a storm. he’s doubled over and slapping your knee like he’s about to pass out. he’ll try to add on to the joke but ends up cackling mid sentence and almost losing his breath. and if you start to laugh? it’s over for him. hearing you laugh makes him happier, therefore making him laugh more. he has to get up and take a lap before he loses his mind even further, giggling to himself as he mumbles the joke under his breath. it’s a cycle that takes longer than necessary to break but the memory afterwards is so worth it. you don’t even think you’re that funny most times, he just wants that cookie so effing bad…
.⋆ ༘ - takes your night routine very seriously. for him, a proper nights sleep means better mornings with you, so he makes sure it’s done right. he cradles your face delicately, insisting he takes your makeup off for you with a cotton pad damp with makeup remover. next is a hot shower with your favorite scented candle followed by getting into comfortable pajamas (his shirt and an old pair of shorts). he’ll have your skincare lined up on the bathroom counter for you, which he of course likes to do together. and although a little calloused, sungho’s hands are gentle against your skin while he works in your moisturizer “the right way,” he says. he’ll then fill his comically large water bottle with cold water and set it on the nightstand in case you’re thirsty later. he says it’s for convenience but, in reality, he just doesn’t want you to leave him in the middle of the night. it’s all a labor of love and his favorite way to decompress after a long day, so you let him take care of you before resting in his embrace.
.⋆ ༘ - always notices and helps when you’re anxious. he has a knack for sensing when theres a situation that’ll make you want to curl in on yourself. he’ll see you pick at your nails or fidget with a loose thread on your top and slide his palm into yours. you feel three reassuring squeezes to let you know he’s there for you, maybe even keeping you a little closer to his side. other times, he watches as your leg shakes below you restlessly and sets his hand against your knee, swiping easy circles with his thumb to ground you. sungho’s picked up on your habits before you even realize you do them, doing his best to avoid anything that would make you feel worse. he’ll carry some earbuds on him or keep a sweater that smells like him in his car, “just in case.” you tease him for it but are ultimately grateful he’d even think of going out of his way like this. and if all else fails, he is more than okay with taking the time to break you away from the crowded noises, or even leave altogether if need be. he’s never made you feel like a burden for something you can’t control, always reassuring you that it’s his job to keep you happy and comfortable. besides, he has more fun when there’s a smile on your face anyway.
.⋆ ༘ - loves treating you like the passenger princess you are. seat heater on, drink in the cup holder, a blanket if you’re still cold, and obviously you’re on aux. he’s an absolute gentleman when it comes to escorting his girlfriend around, because why should you have to drive yourself around when he’s there? he opens the door for you and kisses your cheek before closing it. the seat is adjusted to the perfect setting for your comfort and hasn’t been changed since he set it ages ago. he’s always happy and proud to drive you wherever you need; your work, the store, out with friends, with no complaints as long as you’re back in his car on the way home. he’s never had a reason to doubt or question your whereabouts, sungho is just naturally a protective person when it comes to you, so it eases his mind to know you’re safe with him by your side. his only ask is that you’re holding his hand the entire drive.
.⋆ ༘ - he loves to cook with you. fortunately, he isn’t the “gtfo of the kitchen while i cook.” type of person, so he has you sitting pretty on the counter while he prepares a meal. he likes when you help cut veggies or prep the side dishes while he works on the main ingredients and seasonings, watching as everything comes together just like it should. he’ll hold a steady hand under your chin while he spoon feeds you a bite to taste for flavor, smiling at how your face lights up when it’s good. but of course it’s good, he has your preferences memorized. sungho even keeps a list of foods he knows you like and peruses the supermarket with a guiding hand on your back to make sure they end up in your dinner that week. you think it’s a little corny when he talks about teamwork but he’s right, the food always ends up coming out tastier when you help each other.
.⋆ ༘ - is always holding your bag(s) for you while you’re out. he really doesn’t let you hold anything while you’re out, claiming it’s his responsibility as your boyfriend to make sure your hands are free. in his mind, the only thing you should be carrying around is his wallet and a sweet treat. it’s a struggle to convince him to let you hold something yourself. no matter the amount or how heavy your bags are, he’s carrying them without breaking a sweat and still holding your hand. “that’s what i work out for,” he says, encouraging you to buy even more. and if you’re out on a date? good luck. the only way he’ll begrudgingly agree to let you hold your own bag is if you argue that it goes with your outfit. otherwise he’s slinging it over his shoulder with an arm around you and walking down the street with pride. (plus it makes him look cunt !!)
⤷ ゛riwoo ˎˊ˗
.⋆ ༘ - always gives you the first bite of whatever he’s eating. not only is it important that he keeps you fed, but seeing your expression when something is really good makes it all worth it. especially with desserts; he’ll lift his fork to your mouth and insist you try it first, even if it’s his favorite. he doesn’t even think about trying it himself before asking “is it good?” in a tone even sweeter than the cake. it goes without saying that whatever he’s eating, you should be the first to appreciate its flavor. riwoo’s started to form a new habit of basing his tastes off of yours because of how you describe each bite you take, it gives him a greater appreciation for foods he’s never thought much about. if you try to feed him the second bite, he all of a sudden grows shy and turns his head with flushed ears after eating off of your fork.
.⋆ ༘ - cannot stay away from you for long after a fight. it’s not too often you guys have disagreements. but when you do, you typically like to take some space for yourself. your boyfriend, on the other hand, does not. of course he’ll respect your decision and let you have a breather to collect your thoughts. but not even 20 minutes go by before he’s knocking on your door to make up. he swears he’s not an overthinker but just the thought of upsetting you over something silly makes his heart ache. so he’s quick to get back on your good side. riwoo’s very patient and understanding when hearing your opinions, admitting when he’s wrong and agreeing when you’re right. but you’ve been away from him for too long and he knows how to get through to you with that charmingly cute face of his. there’s something in his expression that makes you realize this argument wasn’t worth seeing his lips downturned. and even if you continue to give yourself alone time, he’ll wait patiently by your door until you’re ready to talk and invite him into your arms again.
.⋆ ༘ - matching nails is like his love language. he’ll notice you staring at his hands a little more than usual and offer to do your nails to match his (not before teasing you a bit, of course). his hands work steadily, putting all his concentration on every little detail to make the design as cute as possible. once he says he’s done, the fond grin on your face at the reveal brings him a joy that’s unmatched by anything else. he’s even gone as far as to schedule nail appointments for when there’s an aesthetic you both love and would like to get done. the nail techs coo in adoration when they realize you’re matching and hope to see you both again. and of course, when you’re both walking out and gleaming with excitement, you know you’ll end up seeing candid pictures of your hands across your boyfriend’s social media. you holding a cup of coffee, his fingers laced with yours, even just resting on the couch. riwoo is just so happy to show off how beautiful your matching accessories are.
.⋆ ༘ - side quest final boss. you two go everywhere with each other no matter the situation. oh you have a package to ship? he’ll join you at the post office. craving that ice cream from across town? he’s slipping his coat on before you finish that sentence. he enjoys the spur of the moment ideas you can come up with throughout the day too. like if your local arcade is having a discount on play tokens or a new line of plushie blind boxes at a store, you both wordlessly decide that you’re going. as your partner (in crime), he’s made it his mission to keep you on your toes. so he also just..shows up at your door on multiple occasions to drag you out of the house for whatever adventure he’s decided to take you on. many of your dates and outings have sprouted from the simple phrase of “hey, do you wanna —” because you two are just joint at the hip now!
.⋆ ༘ - you guys have way too many inside jokes. ever since you started dating, the back and forth of making jokes has been a constant between you two. you’ve since made a handful of on-going jokes that you’ll bring up from time to time that have weaved themselves into your relationship. he can’t even make eye contact with you for a while after either, otherwise he starts laughing all over again. the moment will pass when you’ve calmed down but you can still hear him giggling quietly every now and then. it’s impossible to get the two of you to be quiet when you’re in a group setting because you’re going back and forth making references no one understands. “riwoo, look…it’s a.. banana…” and then you’re both giggling. even just the tone in which you say something creates a pattern in your jokes. in his mind, there’s always something to giggle about. he has single-handedly brought so much whimsy into your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
.⋆ ༘ - always remembers to buy you flowers. every week or so when he realizes the last bouquet is wilting, he walks over to the flower shop and gets you a new one. the owner recognizes him by now and thinks it’s so sweet how he speaks of you with the sweetest smile and faint blush. he shows up to your door with the bouquet and sweet little treat in hand, ready to watch them bring new life to your home. he has your favorite flower memorized and always includes them in every bundle. they’re never the same either. always a different color scheme or a different arrangement of flowers, to change things up a bit. of course, he keeps a flower to himself in his room as a reminder of both your presence and your love. and in the months leading up to your anniversary, he gathers the dried petals and presses them in a small picture frame to surround a picture you had taken on your last date. you recognize each petal from every bouquet, realizing he had planned this from the start.
⤷ ゛jaehyun ˎˊ˗
.⋆ ༘ - gives you the most loving, heart melting smile ever. the look in his eyes is so warm and genuine, especially when you tell him you love him. his ears flush and his eyes turn into adorable crescents before he says he loves you more. he’s just so mesmerized by you doing anything that a cheesy grin spreads on his face before he realizes. watching you be so kind to the world just melts his heart and he gets a little emotional thinking about how perfect you are. anyone that talks to him knows about you. and they can tell just how whipped he is for you by the dreamy look in his eyes and how he can’t stop smiling. on the days that are harder, you’re the only one to get his spirits back up by making him smile, and all you have to do is.. be you. knowing how much you love and care about him is enough to energize him for weeks.
.⋆ ༘ - his camera roll is filled with more picture and videos of you. you occupy his storage more than anything else. you’re not even sure how he has so many reminders of you on his phone, he’s just always thinking of you. he may not be the best at taking candid pictures, but he captures the raw and real you. when you’re laughing hard enough to fall over, when your favorite song comes on the radio, and he notices that you’re a lot brighter when you’re with him. it makes him happy to see he’s had as much of a positive impact on your life as you have to his. jaehyun doesn’t care how much of his storage you take up, he’s never deleting anything. he keeps pictures, videos, voice memos, even the grocery list you typed in his notes app when your phone was dead. to him, they’re all memories of you that he needs to keep forever, he’ll buy a whole new phone if he has to!!
.⋆ ༘ - is obsessed with kissing you. as in, any chance he gets, he’s pressing his lips onto your skin and pulling you close. working on your laptop? shoulder kiss. brushing your teeth? kiss on your temple. just standing there? big fat smooch. he just thinks you’re too cute and the opportunity is too perfect to pass up. he thinks your face fits just right in his hands and goes in before you can protest. sometimes he gets a little carried away and the two of you end up making out for a lot longer than anticipated, but it’s so hard to resist him. he’ll send you a flying kiss from across the room and you watch as his ears go red when you return the favor. one time, you forgot how pigmented your lipstick was and kissed him on the cheek before a date. that man refused to wipe it off and wore it out on the town with so much pride. he’s actually asked you to do that before every date because he was obsessed with it. oh, and never forget to kiss him goodbye before either of you leaves for work. he’ll hold a grudge, that doesn’t last that long anyway, and sulk until you kiss him properly.
.⋆ ༘ - he loves being obnoxiously clingy. he will make a show of resting his chin atop of your head or caging you against a fence with a sly smile. he truly doesn’t care if people are staring with a stank-face, he’s happy to be molded to your side like this. as your boyfriend, jaehyun will find any excuse to hold you, which includes clinging to your back while you stand there. he’s definitely a huge fan of pda, excited to be able to show off your relationship when he can. you’ll find his arm draped around your shoulder and twirling your hair around his fingers absentmindedly. soon, it’ll drag down and linger around your waist as if ready to pull you in at any moment. and when that moment comes, he presses a big smooch on the crown of your head with a wide grin. you know he means well and doesn’t mean to embarrass you but that won’t stop him from at least squeezing your hand as a small ‘i love you’.
.⋆ ༘ - really good at comforting you and calming you down after a rough day. he can tell you’re not feeling your best right when you walk through the door. your bag quickly thuds on the ground and he can tell you’re dragging your feet. and once he sees that drained expression on your face and it’s almost like he’s more upset about whatever happened than you are. jaehyun pulls you in, cooing about how he’ll make you feel better as he kisses your cheeks. his hand is warm and solid as he runs it up and down your back, the pads of his fingers brushing against your spine. his other arm holds you close to remind you he isn’t going anywhere. he’ll always offer to let you rant it out and is a great listener; he knows what it’s like to keep these feelings to himself. he knows the importance of not only voicing these feelings but also giving them time to pass and process through your system. you work through it together and watching you regain your spark only gives him more motivation to work harder for the both of you. and even if this streak of poor days continues, you’ll always have your number one supporter waiting at home for you to get you through it all.
.⋆ ༘ - your family loves him and he loves them just as much. as expected, jaehyun is nervous to meet your family at a gathering. he needs to make a good first impression, to prove he’s worthy of standing beside someone as lovely as you. he knocks on the door, anxiously waiting for the door to swing open. but instead of a stoic man, his gaze drops to a smaller, much more energetic child. he lowers his guard almost immediately as he crouches down, noticing your cousins shirt. “i love that show!! is that your favorite character?” and he blends right in, safe to say he’s a fan favorite. your aunts will tease, saying they realize why you like him so much. he’s respectful towards your elders yet caring and lively with your siblings and cousins. they treat him as one of their own and he gets shy when they mention how often you talk about him. it melts your heart to see him get along with everyone despite being so nervous. he’s beaming by the time you two leave, his heart warm with how openly he was accepted by the people who made you who you are today. your grandparents send him home with food and he is elated when he realizes this means he’s officially apart of the family.
⤷ ゛taesan ˎˊ˗
.⋆ ༘ - he will not have a good nights sleep if you’re not in his arms. it’s like his body doesn’t know what to do with itself unless you’re there. he’s tossing and turning in bed trying to get into a comfortable position, even if he already knows it’s no use if you’re not beside him. he has some sort of sixth sense for when you’ve moved out of his arms in your sleep. he wakes up, already pouting despite being disoriented, and pulls you back into his chest before falling right back asleep. and if he’s feeling extra dramatic? he’ll throw his leg over you “for good measure,” he mumbles. the nights you’re away are always difficult. he’ll sleep in the hoodie you sprayed your perfume onto and it normally helps but it still isn’t you. his members aren’t sure whether to be amused or scared at this change since he’s a little snappier in the mornings without you. he’s a bit embarrassed he can’t sleep alone comfortably anymore but he uses it as an excuse for you to stay at his place more often (and to move in sooner..)
.⋆ ༘ - does the cliche of sharing an earbud with you in public. some may say it’s cheesy but it’s just another reason to keep you by his side. at the beginning of the relationship when he was a bit quieter and more shy, he made you a playlist of songs that reminded him of you or ones you’ve mentioned you liked. the blush that crept up his neck when he showed you was adorable and you both still add to the playlist. so if the two of you are standing in a long line or taking the train home, he pulls out an earbud and offers it to you. he holds you closer if you fall asleep on his shoulder, staring at your face a little too hard when a favorite song comes on. other times, he’ll put a random album on the queue and you both rank the songs in his notes app until you arrive at your destination. he’s kept them all and added your favorites from said album into the playlist, with mental notes of your feedback.
.⋆ ༘ - uses pictures of you (and his members) as reaction images/stickers. you’re convinced he hasn’t used a normal emoji in years considering how many he’s collected. there’s an album in his phone just full of pictures of his friends. some are heartwarming and let you see the members through taesan’s eyes, seeing how he’s collected these memories seemingly without them noticing. but most of them are unflattering and dumb. you, however, have your own special album that to you seems so much worse. you when you’re sleeping, eating, working, studying, even zoning out. but to your boyfriend? there’s not a single bad photo in there. he finds some of them funny but mostly uses them because he gets to stare at your face. he has a system with them. jaehyun images are for when something is funny, woonhak for when he disagrees, and sungho for when he’s confused. riwoo and leehan are very versatile so he uses their reaction stickers on the regular. but girlfriend pictures are strictly for when he’s happy, because that’s all he feels around you. he’s also infected you and your messages are full of every sticker he has.
.⋆ ༘ - he will break his nonchalant streak just to see you smile. at first glance, everyone assumes that in public he’d keep to himself and linger quietly by your side. but in reality? he’s incredibly chalant and is conjuring up the most devious plan to embarrass himself, or his friends, to make you laugh. it’s completely unpredictable too, the 1001st possibility fr. he’ll make a dumb joke completely out of nowhere that he knows only you’d understand because he loves the way your face lights up. his reputation is long gone anyway so he thinks being embarrassed for the sake of your amusement is nothing. like a court jester to his queen… partially because you’ve helped him become a more expressive and extroverted person since you got together and he wants to repay you for that. he would fight wars for that smile of yours. #1 aegyo hater but he will change that for you.
.⋆ ༘ - claims to be a night owl but, in reality, can’t stay up past midnight. he’ll insist that you have a movie marathon and pays attention no problem for the first part. but in the middle of the third movie, you notice the clock reading 11:47pm and your boyfriend is laying his head on your lap just a little too still. he shoots up when you question if he’s okay to continue and nods his head, determined to finish and stay up. but to no ones surprise, he’s fast asleep when you come back from the bathroom after the movie at 12:30 sharp. the only times you’ll see him awake in the late hours of the night is when he has a deadline to make or is cooped up in the studio finishing something up. otherwise, his words start to slur and his responses get shorter as the night drags on. he’s definitely gotten better since adjusting to your late night antics, but it doesn’t stop him from clinging to you as the clock ticks closer to the later hours of the night.
.⋆ ༘ - seeing you in his clothes makes his brain short circuit. the first time was when it had started to rain in the middle of your date, and he couldn’t have you soaking your shirt and freezing your skin. so you took shelter under a small awning as he took his sweater off and handed it to you, not thinking much about it. however, it had then clicked that the sweater that’s even baggy on his 6’0 frame would look big on you, and he got noticeably quieter. taesan couldn’t think straight when you had commented that his cologne smelled nice. the effect it has on him is crazy because even months later he’ll have the same giddy reaction when you show up in his clothes. he loves seeing you freshly woken up, hair a mess and brain still catching up to what day it is. he just wants to squeeze you because of how his shirt hangs off of your shoulder and he won’t shut up about “how cute you look,” while smiling at you. but his personal favorite is seeing you wear his clothes when you go out because it’s like showing to people you have a piece of him everywhere. whether you have similar or completely different styles, he thinks whatever outfit you make with his clothes looks better on you than him, and insists you keep it.
⤷ ゛leehan ˎˊ˗
.⋆ ༘ - loves sending you his random thoughts. you’re just the first person he thinks to turn to when he wants to talk. and he talks about everything; a new fact he learned, hypothetical scenarios, something that made him think of you, and of course his endless rhetorical questions. it’ll be nearly 3 in the morning when your phone lights up with his contact asking if you think crabs have eyebrows… i mean, you answer him anyway but not before questioning his concerning sleep habits. however he makes for a pleasant audiobook when you’re bored. he’ll rest beside you and talk about his day, getting excited all over again when he recalls something that reminded him of you. you just adore the way his face lights up when you remember something he’s told you, it makes him feel heard. he gets upset when you’re away from each other though, if he’s across the country and can’t give you live updates because you’re probably asleep. but of course he makes the time and calls when it’s convenient for you both, setting his phone up on his bed while you go over your day with a smile.
.⋆ ༘ - prepares fruit for you two to snack on. because he’s such a light eater, leehan often opts for a bowl of fresh cut fruit throughout the day rather than larger meals. to him, it’s an act of love to prepare fruit for your lover, that alongside peeling shrimp (which he also does, of course.) and so he’s taken it upon himself to make sure your fridge is stocked with produce you’ll both enjoy, that of which is typically gone by the end of the week. he’ll take the time to feed you some pieces if he notices you haven’t eaten much that day or if he thinks you’ll enjoy a little something sweet in the moment. you’ll catch him lounging around the place with a cup of mango and it doesn’t take long for him to guide his fork to your mouth with an offering smile. plus, it’s always a sweet treat to taste the faint, sweet taste of strawberry that lingers on his lips.
.⋆ ༘ - he is always smiling around you. pupils dilated and a soft cheesy grin on his face while he stares at you. leehan is almost always the optimistic and smiley one amongst the group when you go out, but around you? he’s entirely worse. why should he have to look at anyone or anything else when all he needs is right in front of him. absolutely nothing can bring his mood down when you’re beside him. well, only when you tell him you need to go. he definitely has the “no one but my gf matters,” mentality. if he could, he’d spend his whole day just studying your face silently while he sits there smiling. sometimes you think he just wants a kiss, which he graciously accepts, but he’s just that happy to be around you. you’d think you just told him you’re an alien princess here to bless him with how he stares at you like you created the stars. this man has never had a bad day with you around and it shows.
.⋆ ༘ - his morning voice goes crazy. i mean, you already expected such considering how deep and velvety his voice normally is. but hearing him first thing in the morning as he whines about waking up is something else entirely. it’s a shock the first time you hear it. he had called you as soon as he woke up in his hotel room since he had a schedule that day. you thought your phone was tweaking but it was just… him. he questions why you went silent but you just urge him to keep talking, and the laugh he lets out when he realizes why kills you. even now, it makes you shiver when he holds you in bed to whine about how you should stay. a low drawl he presses against your ear, you can hear his pout without even needing to look at him. and he knows the effect it has on you, that’s why he uses it every morning to his advantage and smiles when it works before falling back asleep.
.⋆ ༘ - he gets sulkier than he’d like to admit. he never makes a big deal out of it and that almost hurts your heart more. it’s not a drastic change either, you notice the pout on his lips as he speaks less or the way he doesn't make eye contact and that's when you know he needs your attention. you’ll ask what’s wrong and at first he denies he was even upset. but the feeling of your hand slipping into his brings him back down to earth, back to you. you never push the truth out of him and that’s what he loves. it’s easy to coax him into letting you into his head. you tend to know how to deal with it better than his friends so they’ll call you over with an exasperated giggle. it’s known that he’s a little more sensitive than the others so he’s always grateful when you’re patient with his mood and take the time to care about him. you’ll comfort him with a smile and gently kiss the corner of his mouth, a win-win in his book; a sweet kiss and your attention.
.⋆ ༘ - likes to dry your hair for you after a shower. the bathroom could still be warm with condensation sticking to the mirror, but he thoroughly enjoys being able to help you with a small task. it’s his way of helping you de-stress, especially if he knows how much of a hassle it is for you to tire your arms. your hair products will be ready by the time you’re out and he’s ushering you to sit in front of him. he runs his fingers gently through your hair and brushes out any knots, trying his best not to snag any too hard. he doesn’t mind if your hair is thick or has a mind of its own, leehan’s patience is unmatched and will not be defeated by some hair. he also finds it adorable when you attempt to fight off your drowsiness, only to give in and rest your head against his chest because of how relaxed he’s made you. and when he’s done, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead, scoop you up, and carry you to bed, tucking you in beside him where you belong.
⤷ ゛woonhak ˎˊ˗
.⋆ ༘ - gives you the best princess treatment while you’re on your period. while he doesn’t always have your cycle fully memorized, he definitely recognizes the signs when that time is coming. he knows when to run to the store to restock on pain killers and grab your favorite snacks to surprise you with, the kind gesture easing your pain for a moment. is it because he’s a little scared of you when you’re snappy? maybe, but it’s not like he needs a reason to spoil you. his heart melts at the sight of you when he walks into your room as he comes back from the store. seeing you curled up in the corner of your bed just makes him want to help you feel better. he’ll refill your emotional support water bottle without asking and order the takeout you’ve been craving because it’s your comfort meal. he lets you order him around like your own personal assistant and he’s happy to do it. and sometimes, woonhak gets a little carried away with trying to do things for you that he forgets all you really need is a long nap (and some ibuprofen) to help it go by easier.
.⋆ ༘ - is obsessed with your scent. the smell of your shampoo, your body wash lingering on your skin, and especially your perfume. he caught a whiff of it on your first date and had been obsessed ever since, even restocking it for you when you run out. he’ll smell it off of the hoodie of his you had worn to bed the night before and tuck his face into his sleeve while he works. his members noticed something was up almost immediately because he refused to take his hoodie off in the middle of practice despite it being the middle of summer. he’s also used your shampoo on more than one occasion so he can keep a piece of you with him throughout his day. it’s cute, you think, to find a small travel sized bottle of it sitting in his bag before he travels. and once he comes home, all woonhak wants to do is melt into your embrace and drown in the sweet scent of your perfume that lingers on your skin. and now his favorite part of his bedtime routine is burying his face in your neck and letting your shampoo and body wash flood his senses and lull him to sleep.
.⋆ ༘ - prides himself on being someone you can be yourself around. woonhak has never given you a fake version of himself because he’s never had a reason to, so why should you? he’ll always love every little quirk of yours, no matter how weird or silly you may think it is, because it’s just another thing to admire. he won’t judge you for acting childish because why limit your youth? he won’t look down on you when your emotions get the best of you and you end up crying out of frustration, instead he opens up to let you know he’s a shoulder to cry on. he’s never made you feel weird or out of place for your hobbies/interests because he loves the look in your eyes when you get excited. woonhak will match your energy no matter the situation and you two grow closer each time because of it. he wants you to know he’s someone you can lean on and know there’s no pressure for you to be someone you’re not.
.⋆ ༘ - he still gets shy around you. you could be months, maybe even years into your relationship, and he’s still hiding behind his hands and smiling when you look at him with a warm expression. you’ll tilt your head in confusion and ask why he’s acting like that and all he does is shake his head and claim “it’s not fair you’re looking at me with those eyes” (his words btw), and doesn’t elaborate any further after that. it’s a handful of things, really; how your hair frames your face or the quick twinkle in your eyes when your gaze meets his. even when someone mentions your name, he feels himself getting nervous just thinking about you. his members can tease him all they want because, at the end of the day, he gets you all to himself. he ends up thinking about it way too hard, therefore causing a blush to crawl up his neck quicker than he realizes. he’ll just pull you in close and tuck your face into his shoulder while he composes himself.
.⋆ ༘ - the most over dramatic baby when he’s sick. i’m talking whiny, needy, and congested. normally, woonhak is very independent and always claims he doesn’t need to be babied. but when he’s sick? that man is down for the count and begging you to take care of him. never in the demanding way, though, more so in a dramatic “take me to the garden one final time,” like a victorian child kind of way. the medicine you give him tastes too bitter and he’s embarrassed at how he’s practically losing his voice. he’s sprawled out on the bed under two blankets but complains he’s still hot. says he’s starving but then loses his appetite. but he’s always super grateful when you take the time to nurse him to good health (maybe even gets a little emotional that you care so much.)
.⋆ ༘ - takes up the ENTIRETY of your bed in the mornings. you’ll fall asleep in each other’s arms the night prior, peaceful and comfortable underneath the moonlight. it’s foolish for you to think the morning would be the same, because then you wake up to half of your body dangling off the edge of your bed and woonhak’s leg over yours. the only reason you didn’t end up on the floor is because his hand is still holding yours, a habit he claims only occurs when he’s asleep, but he really can’t sleep well without it. “i can’t help what my body does when i’m asleep!!” is his excuse, and you can’t really stay mad at him when he’s so apologetic. however, this little habit of his does seem to mellow out for a few days once you threaten to make him sleep on the couch…
.⋆ ༘ + mini bonus for iphone users - sends game pigeon games and takes them way too seriously. definitely a pro at basketball, obviously, and hates how good you are at the word games. he may be on a 5 game losing streak on 8 ball but it’s just because he’s going easy on you, he swears!!
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I just submitted my last piece of coursework this week and the relief I felt waking up the next day doing stuff without the guilty feeling looming over me
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tags: fem bodied reader, college au, making out, light breath play, slight voyeurism/accidental voyeurism, hiding/secretive, fingering
warnings: super short mention of alcohol
summary: being the smartest of your class and having a years long rivalry with your classmate means you've accumulated a lot of history with him. it all culminates at a house party where you swear to let off some steam and end up stuck in a closet with your crush-not-crush, kwak jiseok.
a/n: i know i promised more sub!idol but i had this one in my drafts for months and finally got the motivation to work on it ... i hope u lovlies enjoy nonetheless🤍
♡ nsfw under the cut. MDNI.
"jiseok, i—"
"sshhhh—"
your words are cut short by jiseok's warning. it's true, making any noise could alert someone to where you are … but that doesn't change the predicament you're in.
there's no fancy way to put it—you're stuck in a closet with kwak jiseok, your "crush." but not really, because you'd never admit that. actually, you deny it all the time. your friends constantly tease you about it, but your pride tells you that you can't.
you refuse to fall for the enemy.
you're a top student, one of the best in your program and year … and jiseok was one of the others that were top of the top. no one knew how you both could do it, balancing a job and an intensive academic career. in all honesty, you felt like you were dying constantly with the lack of sleep and reliance on energy drinks. you were busy, and you sure as hell did not have time for a boyfriend.
jiseok wasn't even all that anyway. sure, he was smart. he rivaled you in every way, and you really struggled sometimes not to answer things in class before him because it's very quickly devolved into a debate between the two of you with your poor classmates having to sit mid-lecture listening to two of the nerdiest of nerds ponder the best way to solve the problem. sure, you were extremely entertained by him and you liked the way he thought about things because you would've never come to that conclusion yourself. you thought the way he went about issues was fascinating, and you liked how respectful he always was of your opinions. but you were sure of it—you did not like him.
as seniors, you're required to come up with a final, all encompassing project that's the culmination of your entire education. normally, that would be stressful at most. but with both of you being the best of your classes, you're both participating in project groups that aim to enter a competition at the end, one in which will result in a grand prize: money. sure, you thought it was a bit silly to have such a strong rivalry with one of your peers, but the fact that you vehemently denied any feelings you had for him only made that rivalry stronger. plus, that extra money would be really nice. paying off loans, getting new tech, having a renowned reward for your resume … everyone on your team had their own motives, and you didn't want to let them down.
that being said, you were stressed out of your mind because of it. with graduation, finals season and the competition all coming around the corner, your friends forced you out to a party tonight, telling you that you need to "loosen up a little" and "take a load off."
admittedly, they were right, because you were having a great time until he showed up. you weren't even able to get more than a beer in you before you had to start pacing around a badly lit hallway next to someone's pictures of their grandma with your friend telling you to chill out. he was supposed to be lame and nerdy. he wasn't supposed to wear loosefitting tees and have his hair done. he looked really hot—
"no!" you cursed to yourself, in which your friend looked at you like you were absolutely batshit insane.
she snickers at you, "girl, just go talk to him. he's probably looking for you, too."
"absolutely not," you swear upon it, "i didn't even know he went to parties."
she rolls her eyes at you, "come on, i don't know how little you think of him but he's sure as hell not as lame as you think. i saw him at the club rush last week, everyone was talking to him. and it's obvious he's into you!" she sighs, mumbling to herself, "… i swear to god if you fumble this. he's practically eye fucking you every time i see him look at you,"
"i am not fumbling anything, and he is not eye fucking anyone!" you plead with her, and someone coming out of the bathroom gives you both a judgemental side eye.
"for such a smart girl you can be so stupid. you look so hot right now, you really have nothing to worry about," she shakes her head at you, rolling her eyes. you want to protest yet again at how badly she misunderstood you, but she continues. despite her scolding, she grabs your hand with a reassuring squeeze, "okay, just take a breather. i'll be right out in the living room, so find me when you're done being silly, 'kay?"
you watch as she saunters off back into the party, hearing her loud cheers and laugh as the group is playing some sort of drinking game.
she's right. you should be out there having fun! you shouldn't care so much about what he might think of you—
"what's up with you?" you hear a disgustingly familiar voice.
"fuck." you swear to yourself, shutting your eyes in disbelief as you refuse to turn away from the wall. instead you beeline it to the nearest open room and hope no one sees you with him.
"woah, okay," he chuckles, following after you with a tinge of amusement in his voice, "bad night?"
"wasn't until you showed up," you grumbled, finally turning to look at him as you make your way deeper in the room. he's already made himself comfortable, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms with ease. god, looked so good. his hair was done up with a few strands left hanging in his eyes, giving him some sort of sexy-nonchalant-cool-guy look though you know he'd probably prefer to be at home in his room solving derivatives and functions for fun. he had a black band t-shirt on, a bit tighter fitting than his usual loose tees, and you could see a bit more arm than usual. he must've noticed the way you were staring because the smirk on his face said he was preparing to say something that would be really fucking annoying.
before he could speak, you beat him to the punch. "you clean up nicely," you snicker, trying to keep calm, "have someone you're trying to impress?"
"mm, you could say that," he muses, "but mostly just trying to have some fun before finals." he huffs, standing upright from the doorframe and furrowing his brow, snapping back into reality.
there's a part of you that wants to continue the heated interrogation, but you really have to level with him on that. "yeah, tell me about it. who knew higher level physics would be hard … i don't even know if i'm gonna pass the exam," you sigh, wistfully thinking about how much studying you're gonna have to do for something you're not even sure you can pass.
"come on, not with that mindset. that professor is pretty lenient, too. i heard from another class he might curve the grades." he surprisingly reassures you. from science major to science major, whatever qualms you both had with one another was absolved when it came to complaining about the work load.
you were about to comment on how that made you feel a little better about it, but then a group of girls walks past the doorway and you can tell they've made some glances at the two of you chatting. freaking out, you hurriedly pull him into the room and shut the door behind him.
you heave a sigh of relief, thankful no more prying eyes could see you hanging around him on your freetime. then, he snorts, "you know this just makes it look worse, right?"
oh. he's right. your face instantly flushes red. "okay, shit—" then you go to open the door again, and he stops you. you're suddenly really aware of the tension in his muscles, the way his hands grasp your wrist now resting on the handle. he's … really close. so close you can smell his cologne. you didn't think he was the type of guy to use cologne. he smells so good. really good. you really need to get out of here. when you go to open the door again, the handle all but shakes when he has you pinned against the door, flipping you both around.
"okay, and it's gonna be even worse if you open the door to someone there, right? and they can see everything going on between us?" you have no idea how he's remaining so calm in a situation like this. wouldn't he also hate it if someone saw him with you?!
you bite your lip, "well, what if you leave first and then i come out after? or i leave first. but that would be even more suspicious…"
he scoffs, apalled at your imagination, "no, what we should do is calmly open the door and leave together normally. so what if some people already saw us? we can at least combat it with something less suspicious, like we were just being hush-hush about our projects. would that make you feel better?"
you feel your brain melting, "no, but then they're gonna think that we're sharing answers!"
his normally very unassuming gaze hardens into something a bit more frustrated, with his brows furrowing as he looks off to the side, "so what about what they think? do you really not want to be seen with me that much?"
that surprises you. deeply. "w-what do you mean?"
he lets go of your wrist, and there's a part of you that misses the warmth. you don't even have time to unpack that before he grumbles, leaning his head closer to the wall yet still keeping you trapped in place. "forget it, i—"
suddenly, you both hear voices get closer to the door, giggling and laughing about something. now, it probably wouldn't have been that suspicious before, but there's limited time before whoever is coming into this room catches you both basically breathing down each other's necks. through his quick thinking, you're pulled into the nearby closet and it's instantly shut behind the both of you. you're in pitch darkness now, with all you can really focus on is the sound of each other's breathing. your heart is pounding in your chest, and you wonder if he can hear it, too.
then, the door creaks open.
"come on," the girl's voice giggles, sounding giddy with excitement.
a deeper, gruff voice follows, "okay, okay," and the door closes shut, "you're so impatient," it's quiet for a moment with nothing but the sounds of the party to hide any noise, then the sound of rustling clothes and wet lip smacks and soft moans begin. oh my god, you think to yourself, this cannot be happening.
as much as you're aware of the indecency that's happening in the room itself, you're becoming more aware of the fact that jiseok's body is essentially flush up against yours now. you can feel the sturdiness of his body, how he keeps you steady with an arm around your waist and another holding onto the wall behind you, past your ears. your eyes, having barely adjusted to the darkness, keep careful watch of his jaw and the way his adam's apple bobs as he stares at the door. the closet isn't too small, but there are a lot of clothes that make the space seem smaller. one wrong move and it'll be obvious that someone is in here.
after a moment, the moaning gets louder and you bite your lip, embarassed to no end. the noises send little shock waves through your body, feeling yourself get hot—not to mention the fact that jiseok is so close to you and so much stronger than you …
jiseok takes the chance now that the couple outside is clearly preoccupied, and whispers with a smirk, "well, at least no one can see us now,"
you can't believe he has time for jokes. but the embarassment has you scoffing, unable to hide your flabbergasted grin as you look at him. "i think we have bigger things to worry about now?"
he's about to reply, then your phone fucking buzzes. "oh my fucking god!" you whisper-shout at yourself, trying to find any button to shut it up. you succeed, but your sudden movement has him losing his balance for just a moment, and you feel his leg come up closer between your legs as he tries to steady himself again. you squeak out of surprise, and you hear his breath hitch.
in the darkness you meet his eyes, suddenly intense and full of something unknown. or rather, something you've never see in him before. he looks at you like he's preparing to risk it all.
"you know, you can be pretty mean sometimes," he begins, almost scolding you for it, "but i don't mind."
"jiseok." that's all you can muster, because you're unsure if you're prepared to hear what else has to say.
he almost doesn't let you finish calling his name before continuing, voice as low as possible so he doesn't alert the couple outside. his breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "i don't mind, and that's why i put up with it. you're pretty cute when you're trying to convince me that i'm wrong, and—"
"jiseok, please—"
"—and i like that you're smart and you take initiative when there's a problem. you're fun to talk to, and really pretty and … the skirt you're wearing is really, really short." the hand steadying you at your waist begins to trail down to your leg, fingers playing with the hem of your denim miniskirt, tickling your upper thigh suggestively. you find yourself almost leaning into his touch, unable to control yourself anymore now that you can freely embrace whatever chaos of emotions you feel about him in the cover of this dark closet.
you feel like your heart is going to leap out of your chest. his voice is low and grovely and right in your ear, mixed with the noises outside you feel like your legs are turning into jello. your entire body feels hot.
you absolutely cannot fall for the enemy. he's on your rival team after all. but the part of you that's not a top student and not a competitor, the one that is purely and simply you desperately wants him and his touch. you decide, at least right now, you don't care what others will think.
you grab him by the shirt and lock him into a kiss. you can tell you caught him off guard by the way his breath stops for just half a second, then he melts into you, easing into your lips. you want to be annoyed at how right it feels.
your kiss iniates a heated makeout session, one that's fueled by months of heated exchanges in and around the classroom and wherever you two ended up meeting—you wonder how many years of pent up emotion this is releasing between the two of you combined. it might've been since you even first met him four years ago as a freshman.
he pulls away for a quick breath, pressing his forehead against yours, wet with sweat from how hot it's getting, "shit."
you giggle a little, breathless and flushed. 'shit' indeed.
"i never imagined this happening in a closet," he snickers, still whispering.
you can't help but tease him over his remark, "you've imagined this before? what, confessing to me? how cute," you poke his chest playfully.
"well yeah, that," he kisses your forehead, then uses his hand to hold your face and pressses a kiss to your cheek, "but more like, this …" his hands move down, tracing down your jaw and down your neck lightly until it reaches the very first button of your blouse.
"yeah?" your voice is breathy, feeling the euphoria of finally being with him take over.
"mm, i imagined it a lot," he confirms, his gaze locked onto your chest then flickering back up to meet yours. whatever you could make out from how he looked at you in the darkness sent a shiver down your spine. he begins to unbutton your blouse and you don't stop him. "it went more like this."
he has your blouse unbuttoned all the way in no time, revealing your bra. he doesn't even wait a second before his lips are at your neck, kissing you and leaving a trail of wetness where his tongue grazes your skin. all you can do is melt into his touch and feel the sensations of him on your body, gasping when he kisses your skin over a particularly sensitive spot.
"you're everything i've ever wanted," he murmurs into your ear, then moving to nibble on the sensitive sinew. his hands are curious and excited, wanting to explore every inch of your body after being deprived of it for so long. as much as he wants to take it slow, he seems to be growing impatient, moving to push your miniskirt up your ass to reveal your underwear. your fingers feel tingly with anticipation, and you ever so slightly shift your body so that he can have better reach.
taking your invitation, his fingers graze lightly over your panties, running them between your clothed folds. the tips of his fingers are wide, and sturdy, feeling like they could fill you up so nicely. you wonder why your body feels so sensitive, because you mewl uncontrollably even with the fabric in the way. everything has you feeling so dizzy.
"shh, baby, they might hear," he tells you, but theres lingering amusement in his voice that signals to you that he might not mind if they do, "shit. you're so wet already,"
he hooks his finger on the side of your underwear and haphazardly pulls it down your legs, the tension of the elastic keeping them just barely hugging your thighs.
"jiseok, please," you whimper, your legs starting to shake.
"i got you, baby, don't worry," he comforts you, kissing you once again as he plunges his fingers ever so slowly into you, stretching you with two digits. the burn feels amazing, his fingers able to reach places you've never been able to reach yourself. you bite your lip to stop the moan that errupts from your throat but it doesn't do much until jiseok has his other hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.
fuck, it feels good. with every thrust of his fingers you uncontrollably cry out, his hand keeping firm cover over your mouth. your breathing gets heavier and you struggle to breath a bit with his hand over your mouth, but somehow it makes you feel even better …
his hand begins to pick up the pace, feeling the weight of his bicep tense as he hits your most sensitive spot with his fingers alone. you briefly wonder where he has the time to have a part time job, go to class and go to the gym, but that's a question for a different time.
all you can manage is a few muffled moans against his hands, the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your core creating lewd squelching noises amongst the darkness. you can hear the couple outside making noise, too, preoccupied with their own late night tryst.
you're reaching your limit, grasping at anything to keep yourself from completely crumbling from the pleasure. noticing the way your legs start to shake, he uses the force of his body to press you against the wall and speeds up the pace even further, using his own body to keep you from falling as you feel the white hot pleasure of your climax wash throughout your body, your body immediately falling pliant from the release of all the tension. you all but scream into his hand.
out of breath, he removes his fingers from your folds and allows you to breath normally now that you're not making any indecent noise. he comes to rest his forehead in the crook of your neck and shoulder, seemingly just as breathless as you.
"god, you're perfect," he praises you, enjoying the warmth of your skin against his own as your bodies go slack against each other. your vision is still a bit blurry, even with the darkness, feeling dazed as you come out of your high.
"that was …" you don't even have the words for it. then, you hear the rustling of clothes once more and a belt buckle being hastily put back on. the sound of the door creak emits from outside and you hear a bit of muffled conversation, barely making out the words, "have you seen a girl wearing … no? god, she's not answering my texts …" a few beats later, the door shuts again and the room is silent.
jiseok looks at you, realizing how long you both have been gone, "shit. we should go." you nod, hurriedly buttoning up your blouse and adjusting your panties and skirt. you're all set to go, carefully cracking the closet door from the inside to double check that everyone was gone. the light from the room gives you some respite from the darkness, but you still have to blink to adjust your vision once more. when you turn to gaon, you can finally see how flushed red he is, admiring how it even reaches up to his forehead. his lips are shiny with saliva and he looks at you just as dazed as you feel. as more light floods in the closet, you look down.
"uh … are you gonna be okay?" you raise an eyebrow at him, clearly having an issue of his own.
"i, uh … i'll figure something out?" he looks flustered, scratching his neck as he looks further into the closet like he didn't already get familiar with the jacket annoyingly scratching at his back the whole time.
you snicker at him, greatly amused by his sudden shyness. you wonder if the darkness gave him some extra confidence.
"wait here," you kiss him on the cheek before standing up, feeling a little insane at the wetness still remaining between your legs. he looks at you, bewildered, but also very much in love.
tags: fem bodied reader, college au, making out, dry humping, PWP, drabble, not beta read
warnings: none
summary: jooyeon is your lab partner with a kind, friendly personality, and you also happen to find him extremely attractive.
a/n: im baaack🤍 pls enjoy this cuz I have been HAUNTED by those recent fansign pictures where he's wearing that grey zip up hoodie and glasses...#needthat
♡ nsfw under the cut. MDNI.
your laptop, having been left neglected on the coffee table for a few minutes too long, shows nothing but a black screen.
you have your arms dangled over jooyeon's shoulders as you straddle him, feeling the folds of his jeans press tenderly into your core. the fabric of your underwear provided very little coverage, and every subtle move and shift of his hips from beneath you sent a tingle up your spine as he readjusts his position on the floor. studying criss-cross wasn't uncommon for you, but this is the first time it's lead to something like this.
jooyeon moans softly into your mouth, lost in the plushness of your lips and the taste your flavored chapstick. you feel his hands come up to caress your thighs and it tickles a little when his palms meet your hips—so much bare skin for one little study session. you wonder if your choice of miniskirt was obvious enough that he caught onto your plan.
the little noises he makes only spurs you on. of course you always thought your lab partner was cute, his friendly personality made everyone think highly of him quite quickly. he was bright eyed and always looked away when you looked at him with a flustered bite of his lip. the type of wholesome personality that left you feeling curious about his other sides. you feel lucky you were randomly selected as partners, because that meant you had a chance to see them.
you start to grind your hips into his, rolling through the friction and feeling the warmth blossom between your legs. this elicits a soft groan from your lips and you feel his mouth twitch a little at the noise. needing to brace yourself, you bring your hands to roam freely at his chest and grasp at the fabric of his shirt. he gets a bit bolder with his hands by squeezing your ass as you melt into the rhythm. your hips grace your core with an unbearable slowness—but you wanted to enjoy this as long as you could.
his body feels hot, his breathing getting heavier the longer you tease him. you wonder if he's finally hitting his limit, but you don't get the chance to change the pace before he pulls away from your mouth and leaves wet kisses trailing down your neck. you don't know if he's inexperienced or just too needy to care, but the way his teeth slightly graze your skin with every kiss makes you shiver. the way he kisses your body is just plain hungry. he's sloppy and impatient and you can't believe your nerdy, shy classmate has this much lust pent up in him.
ignoring your little noise of disappointment at how cold your lips feel now, he pushes your shirt up. its the type of stretchy fabric that stays up over your chest when he all but yanks it off you. its funny how you're suddenly so much more aware of the size of the bulge in his pants in this short downtime. he shifts his weight so he's sitting up a bit more and brings you closer to him with no struggle at all, leaving just the perfect amount of space for him to look up at you. you feel cold even moreso now that he's taken no time to pull your bra down, revealing your breasts and continuing his barrage of kisses down your sternum.
"fuck," he grunts, breathless, but it doesn't seem like he's even talking to you with how he mutters lowly to himself, "who even wears this shit to study?" you giggle a little because you know he's referring to the scandalously lacy matching set you put on just for this day. just because you were confident this would work out. "will your roommate—" his lips barely ever leave your bare skin, being almost reluctant to part, his words slurring, "mm-is she going to be back soon?" all you can here is the indecent sound of his lips sucking at your skin, wet from saliva and sweat.
and when you don't say anything except snicker a little, his voice feels weak as he seems to come to a realization, the gentle tone of his voice darkening into something heavy with lust, "or was this part of your plan, too?"
he has his answer as soon as you rock your hips over his bulge once more, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. he can't help but moan, and you watch his eyebrow furrow as he grumbles, frustrated with how coy you've been and how he played right into your palm. but, there's not a single trace of regret in the way he only grasps harder and more desperately at your body, clawing into your skin like he'll never get the chance to taste you again.
you barely have a moment to breathe because as soon as the question leaves his lips, his mouth is suddenly at your breast, feeling his tongue gently flick at your nipple. with the speed in which he continued … you figure he never really cared about the answer in the first place.
your boobs have never been super sensitive, but there's something about the way his mouth leaves your skin hot that feels incredible. your breath hitches. "shit, jooyeon," you groan, "you're good at this.
"did you think this was my first time?" he chuckles at you, amused at your expectations of him. you feel his smile against your chest, it sends butterflies to your stomach when you look down at the blissed out grin on his face and his dimples. his hair is disheveled and tickles your body, and reveals the sheer redness of his ears. … cute.
"mm—maybe a little," you grin. he can probably hear your smile in your voice, short of breath as his tongue explores your bare skin, "or maybe it's beginners luck?"
"it's not," he grins and nips at your skin, eliciting a small yelp from your lips, "i'll prove it." you meet his gaze and see his face flushed in an indecent shade of red. his eyes are glistening with a deep vigor, almost like he's challenging you with his proposition. he should know by now you were willing to see this through since he stepped foot in your dorm.
... it seems your project will have to wait a little longer.
hello everyone^^ i hope everyone is doing well💗 I know it's been a while since I've done a personal update! i've been busy with school as always and have a new job that's been keeping me very busy ... I just posted a new fic for the first time in a while!!! my writing spark comes and goes but it's fun every time :)
tags: PWP, fem bodied reader, munch jungsu, established relationship
warnings: none
summary: you decide jungsu would look really pretty tied up and on his knees.
notes: my first time writing true smut ... im a little embarassed THIS is the fic that i return with but hopefully you can enjoy LOL
𓇬 18+ ONLY . MDNI !!! 𓇬
"baby," you coo, "come a little closer, won't you?"
your legs are crossed over each other languidly, and you decide to get a better look at your work. you curl your body closer to be closer to his eye level, resting your chin in your palm. you know for a fact this angle gives him a great look at your chest—even more so now that your arms are squishing your breasts together in front of him.
you rather enjoy watching him shuffle on his knees towards you, awfully willing to answer to your every beck and call. you've tied his arms up behind his back with a beautiful red ribbon, accentuating his skin beautifully with the way it ever so slightly squeezes his forearms and swells out from the spaces in between. the way he looks up at you from his knees on the floor makes you feel electrifyingly confident and beautiful, like you're the only person he's ever wanted in his life. his brown eyes are filled with a molten intensity, a type of obedience that's silent yet attentive to your every move. all of his attention is on you, and it makes you feel incredible.
he's pitifully adorable when he's like this. it makes you want to tease him even more.
a sinister smirk forms on your face as you admire him. his vision is immediately on your body, trailing over the smooth expanse of skin of your legs, shiny with a fresh slather of your favorite lotion. it smells heavenly, and you're sure he's noticed, too. you're not shy—you know exactly what you look like with the strap of your black slip dress lazily hanging off your shoulder. it reveals much of your arms and collarbone, and the length of the dress perfectly stops right before your upper thigh. sitting down makes it ride up even more, and he can see just a sliver of the lace panties hugging your hips. the lotion glistens over all of your body as you move amongst the dim lamp light. he was just too easy. but … you want to make him work for his reward.
"ah, ah, ah," you tut at him. seeing how he's literally ogling you right in front of your face, you feel the need to reel him back in quickly. you push his gaze back up to meet your eyes by lifting his chin gently with your foot, giggling with amusement when his eyes widen ever so slightly. "i didn't say you can look."
"y/n, i …" he gulps, his voice slightly gravely as the slow desperation begins to simmer in his belly—exactly what you want. you don't move your foot from under his chin as he tries to reason with you, "you … you're gorgeous."
you snicker a little, tapping your finger on your cheek like you're plotting something as you tease him with a sing-song voice, "hmm. that's cute, baby, but you'll have to try a little harder than that,"
his lips purse, waiting expectantly for what you have in store for him next. a thin sheen of sweat begins to form on his neck and his cheeks and ears begin to flush pink. he's so cute you almost want to just speed things up right then and there, but you're also enjoying making him suffer just a bit.
you take your foot and lightly drag down his neck, and clavicle, and chest, all the way down to his belly and eventually slowing down and stopping at the growing bulge in his pants. his breath hitches as you get further down, and he swallows hard when you press down just a little—eliciting the smallest groan from his pretty lips.
"hmm?" you smile when you hear how he breaks. you start to press a little harder into his crotch, and from your angle above him you can see how he clenches his fist, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he braces himself. it's too much, however, and he can't help himself from whining more.
he's so cute, you think to yourself, but you can't give in so easily either.
"y/n," he mewls at you, shutting his eyes tightly as he tries to keep focus, "please, i— just let me taste you."
your heart melts, once again proving you're just as weak to him as he is to you, "oh, love, you really want to? will you do a good job for me?" you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. he instantly nuzzles into your touch, eyes fluttering softly—just feeling any ounce of your warmth sends shivers down his spine as his lips slightly part, losing himself.
"yes, i'll do anything, i'll make you feel good, too," his voice takes on a more deeply sultry, drunken tone, practically drooling at the thought of even getting to touch you.
"okay, but i can't untie you yet. can you still do it?" you challenge him, and he instantly gives you a nod. how cute. at his agreement, you shift your body further down the chair and unfurl your legs, using a throw pillow to support your hips behind you. you do so nefariously slowly, making sure he savors every moment you grant him of the wonder that is your body. you can see just how intensely he's staring at you, feeling warmth pool up in between your legs. you wonder what's running through his mind—what he's thinking about doing with you. the anticipation makes your heart race.
locking eyes with you he shifts his body just a bit more so he can be as close to you as possible. you very much welcome his body heat against your exposed skin against the cool night air.
he begins by leaning in, hands still secure behind his back, and kissing your thigh. you like how you can see the thickness of his eyelashes from your angle, and you think the way his brow slightly furrows in concentration is effortlessly pretty. his lips against your skin tickle as he gets closer and closer to your core, leaving more prolonged kisses and bites higher up your inner thigh.
you can feel your heart race even faster as soon as he looks up at you for confirmation—as soon as you nod at him, eyes half-lidded and biting your lip ever so slightly, he presses the heat of his tongue against the already soaked fabric of your panties. they're thin enough that you can feel the wetness against the sensitive flesh and you shiver almost instantly, unable to control how your body jerks with just the slightest change in temperature. you can feel how he hesitates and his lips twitch as if he's trying to hold back a smirk, but you can't scold him fast enough before he continues to lap and suck at your pussy through the fabric. you shut your eyes, trying to ride out the excruciatingly sinful feeling traveling up your core. its not long before you feel the muscles in your thigh beginning to give out at how tensely you're holding yourself back from squeezing them around his head.
you can't help yourself from crying out, moaning with every sensation you feel of his mouth on you. he pulls away to meet your eyes once more, now with a sudden piercing liveliness to his warm brown eyes and a deeper flush to his cheeks than before. he looks positively entranced as his lips glisten with a mixture of your own slick and his saliva.
"baby, can you …" his low voice seems to signal at your slip covering your hip. you lift up the side of the dress to expose even more of your body and your tummy, and his brow furrows even more in admiration at just the sight of your skin. "gorgeous … i can't believe you're all mine …" he mumbles before he goes to bite at the side of your panties, hoping to grip onto them with his teeth. your breath hitches at his boldness—you aren't sure why you're so surprised he's actually doing what you asked, but you couldn't complain. you have to help him a bit to shimmy the fabric out from under you, but eventually he's able to pull down the lace with just his teeth. he flashes you a small smirk with the panties still in between his teeth, before he discards them somewhere off to the side. that's of no concern to you as the anticipation hits you again and you feel your belly twist from the excitement.
the cool air hits your exposed core and you barely get a moment to breathe before he has his lips back on you, not even hesitating for a moment. this second time hits you even harder without the fabric barrier, eliciting a pleasured shriek from your mouth before your pretty voice breaks down into desperate cries.
he's so eager to even get a taste of you, he doesn't give you room to adjust—his tongue is instantly lapping between your folds, warm and hot and sticky. this time you can't help it, your thighs squeeze around his head as you try to hold onto your sanity for a little longer. you throw your head back and lean into the back of your seat, allowing yourself to feel everything jungsu's mouth is doing. you have to hold onto the chair to steady yourself but you quickly realize how weak your grip is getting as you sink further into pleasure.
"f-fuck, baby, i- god, you're—you're so good," you can barely muster the words to praise him, voice breaking. he doesn't say anything, but instead hums a small noise in response and the vibration adds to the uncontrollable pleasure you're feeling. your hand is at his head lightly pulling his hair, trying your hardest not to grind into him as he continues to savor the taste of you between your folds.
its not long before you're panting and feel the coil in your belly squeezing tight. "j-jungsu, fuck, i'm— i'm close," you cry, barely holding it together. he takes his as signal to finally go even deeper with his tongue.
sooner or later, you're completely undone having finished over his lips. the wet slurping noises of jungsu taking in every drop of your wetness is resoundingly obscene in the quiet room around you, and you writhe in the high of your ecstasy as he continues to lap at you through it all.
when you finally return to reality, small beads of sweat dripping down your neck and your chest rising and falling with your labored breaths, jungsu smiles up at you with a gaze so loving you can't believe you were just taunting him minutes before.
"you're so pretty like this," he shifts back just a bit and rests his head against your thigh, looking up at your freshly dazed face. you can tell he's slipping back into his usual demeanor, and not his deeply obedient one that you had in the palm of your hand earlier. "did i do what you asked? was i good?"
you're still a little dizzy from the high, but you still reply with as much composure as you can, "mm, yes, baby … you're amazing …"
he blinks up at you with a sly yet adorable smile with his cheek still mushed up against your leg, lips glistening with sin on his tongue. you can see the gleam in his eye means he's about to say something cheeky.
His office door clicks shut behind you. With slow, measured steps, you walk towards his desk.
Your boss leans back in his leather chair, eyes tracking you. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite figure out, there’s something assessing, like he’s weighing a decision.
“Got a minute?” he asks.
You nod silently, sitting across from him.
“I wanted to talk about what an exceptional year you had,” he speaks calm as he always does, but his tone carries an unfamiliar weight that makes you shift, sitting a little streighter. “You’ve been one of my best employees this year. I’ve been thinking about how to show my appreciation.”
“A raise could work.” A small smile tugs at your lips.
“That’s one option,” Gunil nods as a playful smirk plays at the corner of his mouth; he’s always appreciated your quick and discreet way to show your humor. “I’m thinking... something less traditional.”
You tilt your head, your curiosity piqued, but he doesn’t elaborate right away. Instead, he leans forward, forearms resting on the desk. You can’t tell if your pulse is suddenly spiking from anticipation or from the intensity in his gaze that sends your thoughts skimming dangerously close to something inappropriate… something you shouldn’t be imagining about your boss.
It wouldn’t be a first, though. Even some of your colleagues have picked up on the way you look at him, the way your behavior shifts in his presence. You’ve overheard them in the bathroom without them knowing more than once, whispering annoyed - about how you’re always trying to prove yourself in front of him, how you’re obviously angling for something.
They’re not wrong.
“I create adult content,” he says at once with an even voice. “I’ve had it as one of my side projects since a little before I became CEO, but it’s been good to me so I decided not to drop it.”
“I see.” You feel the heat rising to your cheeks but you try to keep your expression neutral as his eyes stay fixated upon you, analysing each small reaction you make.
“But lately my audience has been asking for something different… with a partner.”
The image of his hands pressing against a stranger’s body immediately twists your stomach.
“I want that partner to be someone I can trust.” his lips bring back the familiar smirk, deepening it slowly. “You’re a smart girl…” he pauses long enough for his words to warm you up. “You must’ve figured out what I’m trying to say by now.”
You force a puzzled smile as though you genuinely don’t understand. “I’m not sure I follow…”
“A girl quick like you?” Gunil leans back in his chair, more casual than he was a moment ago. “Oh, come on.” His smirk widens as he lets his gaze drift over your face with interest, though both of you are aware he’s already figured you out like a puzzle.
“Do you mean… me?” You ask, fidgeting with your fingers; the skin beneath your skirt is heating up, the back of your thighs, sticking to the black leather.
Gunil’s lips part. “Yes.” He lets the word sink in, enjoying the gleam of surprise in your eyes; somehow, the innocence inside them is already dissipating. “It’s your choice, of course. But you’re going to be compensated… very well.”
KWAK JISEOK
⤷ as your situationship
“Just listen to this little cunt, baby, fuck—” Jiseok snarls, his deep voice rough and full of mockery. His hips speedily jerk forward, slamming against you relentlessly. “She just can’t stop dripping for me, huh?”
You try to nod, your lips trembling from uncontrollable mewls. Soon, your head is going to start spinning - you already feel lightheaded, like everything in front of you is going to blur anytime soon.
“Fuck—“ he growls, eyes fixated upon your hand that’s circling your clit. A little bit lower, your soaked pussy squishes his thick cock, tighter and tighter. “Good thing I’m here. Right, baby? This greedy fucktoy can’t go a day without me.”
He’s not wrong at all. For some reason, Jiseok is the only one who can transform you into this state - wrecked and mindless. He’s the only one who knows how to pull an orgasm after an orgasm from you; the only one who’s ever made you squirt - something you never thought your body was even capable of.
“Shit—“ you cry out, forcing your hand to move faster, “I’m c-cumming again…”
“Do it,” he grunts demanding; there’s glistening sweat trickling down his temple as he strengthens his hips, determined to push you over the edge again. “That’s what you’re meant for, slut… cum all over me.”
The release is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before; the pleasure explodes through you, stars bursting behind your eyes as you convulse before his gaze, juices spraying uncontrollably.
You don’t even notice when his grip leaves your sides. By the time your vision clears a little bit, you see that his phone has been in his hand, recording the moment.
“Fucking hell… look at this mess.” A teasing laugh escapes his raspy throat as the camera remains upon the sight, catching every twitch, every drip soaking the sheets. “Stop squeezing me, babe. Tsk, so greedy.”
He pulls out, then spits down onto your cunt that’s red and swollen.
“Can’t wait to show the boys how you squirt.”
“Jiseok!” You gasp.
“What?” He glances at you briefly before looking back at the screen. “You didn’t mind it when I sent them your nudes.”
You don’t respond because he’s right - again. You enjoyed scrolling through the screenshots of their messages; filthy comments targeting your body. You enjoyed it even more when you joined them for a night out afterwards and noticed the difference in their behaviour around you.
Jiseok finally tosses the phone aside to hover over you with a subtle curl on his lips. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever laid my hands on,” he says as his voice dips lower. “I want you in my next video.”
“Are you serious?” You ask quietly, groggy and still breathless.
He responds with no hesitation: “Dead serious.” He slowly lifts his gaze searching for an answer in your dazed eyes. “I want everyone to see how you fall apart in my hands… I want to make them jealous.”
OH SEUNGMIN
⤷ as your best friend’s ex
“Just hear me out, okay?” He shoots you a quick glance before centring his vision back on the road.
For months you’ve barely exchanged something more than a polite nod. Now, here you are - in his car, listening to him talk about the successful rise of his pornhub channel (something you’re perfectly aware of), because he offered you a ride home after you ran into each other at a party.
“You’re perfect for this,” he says, emphasising on perfect by drawing it out in a low, velvety tone that feels like it’s made to slip past your defences.
It immediately blends into the bitter guilt that’s already gnawing at you for just being in his car.
“Why would I be the right person for something like that?” You ask, turning to him.
“Because you hate me.” His answer drops quick and steady. Free from any emotion. “You do, right?” He asks after you remain silent for a moment.
“It’s not that I hate you…” you murmur, too tangled in the mess of thoughts you can’t even begin to sort out.
Attraction, resentment, guilt, arousal…
“You never liked me,” he completes for you.
And because Oh Seungmin is like no other guy you’ve ever met - the corner of his mouth twitches entertained rather than offended.
“That’s why you’d be perfect.” He says without looking at you. “No risk of catching feelings, no drama… we film one video, you get your payment and then we go our separate ways.”
The truth is, you’ve never been good at truly ignoring him. Even when he was with your best friend, he dangerously lingered in the back of your mind. And after they broke up… it got worse. You kept searching for him on that damn website, more times than you’d ever admit.
“I will never show your face,” he says, glancing at you as if reading your mind. “She’ll never find out if that’s what you worry about.”
Oh Seungmin has always been your biggest secret. But maybe that’s going to change sooner or later.
The notification from airdrop arrives with a ping, confirming your photo was sent. Your nude photo.
Your stomach drops. The name on the screen doesn’t belong to the guy you’ve been casually flirting with for the last couple of days. It belongs to the name of your neighbour.
For fifteen solid minutes you just pace around your apartment like a caged animal, mind spiralling with one unbearable question - how are you going to look him in the eye next time you run into each other in the hallway?
What makes matters worse is that there’s still no reply from him. No call - nothing.
Before you overthink yourself into madness, you grab the keys and cross the miniature distance to the door next yours. It opens after the first knock, and there he is - your dreamy neighbour - damp dark hair, a towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water still trailing down his toned chest.
Damn it, you just masturbated half an hour ago.
“It wasn’t meant for you,” you blurt out, trying not to lower your gaze as he leans a shoulder against the doorframe.
You swallow, feeling the blush rising to your face. Jungsu blinks - silently with an easy smile. A smile that does not say good to see you, but I expected to see you.
“Uhm, I— the thing I sent… it wasn’t meant for you. I misclicked and… it was meant for someone else.”
“I figured.” He answers as a flicker of light amusement makes his gaze shine.
“I’m sorry…” you bite your lip. Why is it so hard to meet his eyes?
“It’s alright.” The corner of his mouth lifts slowly, but his tone is gentle, not teasing. “I deleted it.” He streightens, and the white towel shifts a little bit, causing your brain to short circuit.
“Oh, uhm… okay,” you mumble, nodding. But your voice comes ot too frail, too… unconvincing. Your nod looks far from agreeable.
Jungsu notices it all. “Is there a problem?”
You won’t be able to look at him the same after this… yet, you say it regardless.
“I wouldn’t have minded if you kept it,” you admit, your voice dipping softly at the confession.
You stand in the hallway, cheeks burning, knees feeling weak and unreliable as the seconds pass by without a respond.
Then, Jungsu’s lips curve in that devastatingly charming smile, his head tilts. “How does a shy girl like you…” he takes a step forward, “take nudes like that?”
“I…” The words tangle somewhere in your throat that goes dry the closer he gets. “I don’t know.”
“By the way,” he says as he takes a step back, making you instantly miss the warmth of his body. “I have something of mine I could show you… I’m a little shy about it too, but… It would make us even. Seems only fair.”
HAN HYEONGJUN
⤷ as your perverted best friend
“Hyeongjun… why do you have my underwear in your drawer?”
“Shit.” The boy freezes. His mouth opens but his brain is suddenly blank. “I… uhm, these aren’t yours,” he stammers, forcing a laugh that comes out too nervous and only makes it worse.
“They aren’t?”
“I’ve been… seeing someone,” he blurts, too quickly and unconvincing. “She just owns the same pair I guess. Crazy coincidence, right?” He shrugs, but his entire body is evidently tense.
“What a coincidence,” you murmur, narrowing eyes as you tug at the elastic thoughtfully. “That special someone has also cut the tags off, just like I did with mine the day I bought them… too bad mine went missing.” You glance up with a humourless smile. “They’re pretty, aren’t they?”
Hyeongjun swallows thickly, but no sound comes out.
“Just tell me the truth!” You raise your voice, frustrated, throwing the panties in his direction. “I know my own underwear when I see it!”
Should he pick them up? Should he leave them on the floor? Caught between shame and an odd feeling of relief - relief from the possibility of finally revealing the truth to you, Hyeongjun steps forward. His voice is slightly different, more hoarse, as he mutters: “I’ll just show you.”
You step aside as he settles in the chair at his desk. The anticipation is heavy and warm in the air as you watch him log into his pornhub account.
You’re not sure what you expected, but it wasn’t this - a top trending channel. Big numbers. And every video staring back at you… is of him. His face cannot be seen anywhere but you recognise each part of his body. His clothes, his apartment, the way his hands move.
Hyeongjun, in the same exact chair he’s sitting on right now, jerking off with rough, desperate strokes. On the couch where you watch anime, edging himself mercilessly with his own fist, or - overstimulating himself with your lace underwear until he’s shaking.
The words are lost in your throat.
Suddenly, he pushes back from the desk, restoring the distance between you; as if he can’t stand close to you now that you’ve seen… everything. He covers his heated face with his palms, groaning from embarrassment, waiting for you to judge him.
“You have… a lot of views,” you murmur finally, eyes still locked on the screen; your voice is quiet and soft, but steady. Then, you turn in his direction. “I’m not surprised.”
Hyeongjun’s eyes widen as he’s caught off guard by your sly smile. “You’re not mad?”
“I mean…” you meet his gaze boldly. “You could’ve just asked me if you wanted an audience. Instead you preferred to get famous on your own.” Your voice dips into a seductive playfulness. “Kind of selfish, don’t you think? I thought we’re best friends.”
Hyeongjun swallows hard again, catching your finger trailing teasingly along the edge of his desk. But then he looks back up, taking a slow step forward. “It’s not too late to join me,” he says.
LEE JOOYEON
⤷ as your possessive ex
“Look who’s here!”
Before you can turn, an arm snakes around your shoulders, pulling you close with confidence. His cologne is maddeningly familiar just like his voice.
“Thanks, man.” He says with a sharp grin, dismissing your conversation partner. “You can go now.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Saving you from what was about to be your most boring conversation ever. You’re welcome.”
You roll your eyes, pulling slightly out of his grip. “Actually, I was enjoying that conversation. For once it felt like I was talking to a normal, educated man who actually had something interesting to say.”
“Mm…” his eyes flicker away for a second as he still keeps that infuriating smirk you used to fall for. “And what was that? His rich daddy? Yeah, really fascinating stuff to discuss at a Halloween party.”
“He cares about his future.” You snap back. “It’s attractive. Maybe you should try it sometime.”
Jooyeon breathes out a low chuckle. But his eyes keep shifting up and down, slowly taking in the details of your look - the neckline of your bold dress, the glitter at the corners of your eyes, your lipstick in the most alluring shade… or maybe it’s simply the familiar shape of your lips that makes the sight so appealing.
“Damn,” he tilts his head, frowning comedically. “We haven’t seen each other since… what? Almost a year? And you turned into a gold digger?”
“Are you counting?” You raise a brow, and suddenly… he goes quiet. “Whatever. You weren’t supposed to see me tonight.”
“Please, you can’t hide from me.” Jooyeon huffs, half smiling when you try to walk past him. “I’ll recognise this ass anywhere. Even on pornhub.”
You freeze. “What…” you almost whisper, facing him perplexed. “How?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he glances away, taking a sip from his beer. “Your secret’s safe with me.” Then, his gaze returns to you, much calmer than before. “I watch everything,” he admits. “More than once.”
“Thanks for the views,” you mutter flatly, brushing past him to escape the flustered rush in your chest.
But he blocks your way. “We could collaborate sometime.”
“What are you talking about?” You blurt before your mind catches up. “Wait… oh my god.” Your voice drops in surprise. “Are you…?”
“Yeah,” he offers a small shrug. “It’s been a few months now.”
You nod once, unable to comment from surprise.
“So…” he steps closer, “are you down?”
“Jooyeon,” you exhale slowly. “We are not together anymore.”
“I know, baby,” he says smoothly, “but just think about how much money we could make.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“My bad,” he smirks faintly, lifting hands in mock surrender. “Just hear me out,” his tone dips persuasively, “your OnlyFans is blowing up these days, I’m on Top Trending… one video is enough to double our numbers.”
“There are so many girls who would kill to be in a video with you,” you say, your jaw tightening.
“They’re not you.” He responds, simple and steady.
Your silence stretches thick, but he leans in anyway, eyes fixated on yours. Until you speak up.
“One video. Nothing else.”
Jooyeon reaches for a handshake, grinning determined. Then, his brow lifts curious. “I’m allowed to call you baby in the video, right?”
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