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haobin? haobin!

i love nerds and pretty hands did i say that?

feel free to interact i dont bite 🥹

irls if you find me here, no you dont. we dont talk bout this AT ALL thank you 🙂‍↕️ (dont share too please)

[raeinlove]

need to sink my teeth in his arms and his thighs around my head please

[ratedfleur]

can’t stop thinking about jiwoong and thigh riding … like LOOK AT THOSE 😩😩

YEEEESSSS!!! his thighs are perfect for thigh riding that’s why you always feel the need to constantly get on top of jiwoong and ride him til your clit grows swollen from rubbing against his pants.

and he loves having you on top of him ‘cause he could easily hold you and move you in ways that he likes. 🤫

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i need to get down on him

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me not being at jiwoong's fanmeeting is the biggest mistake i even made this year

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holy fucka heisvaisbsis i need his arms around me UEJAVSISSVAIAH HIS GYM EFFORTS ARE AHOWING

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the urge to yolo and book that short weekend trip to taipei for jiwoong fanmeeting is keeling me

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feel good inc || kim taerae

taerae has been stressed out about all the prepping for ascend… and isn’t it his girlfriend’s job to make him feel better?

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tags: sexually explicit content, slight praise kink, head (m!rec), blow jobs, kitchen sex(?), implied head (f!rec), nothing too crazy honestly

yes this was inspired by his live im so brain rotted from it haha

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times together began to get rarer and rarer, practices for ascend seeping into the late hours of night. you sit alone in the once shared living room once again, waiting for him to return and most likely just going to sleep without anything more than a kiss.

you look up when he finally walks through the door, “my honey,” taerae says with a small smile, yet it seems somewhat tight and forced.

“taerae-ah?” you speak softly, your voice laced with concern, not wanting to further upset him, “what’s wrong? you seem so…”

“nothing, i’m fine,” he states sharply, “i’m going to shower,” he nearly shoved by you, in a state you’ve never witnessed before.

you sit quietly in the living room waiting for him, shuffling through all the things that you could have possibly done wrong. once he walks out of the shower, all your worries are forgotten.

his hair is wet, a loose shirt nearly falling off his shoulders, and his pajama pants sitting far too low. suddenly you remember how long it’s been, your stomach pulling with need as you look at him. he walks into the kitchen without thought, grabbing some water.

without thinking, you walk up to him in the kitchen. “y/n, what’s wro- mmph!” you slam your lips into his pink, plump ones, no longer being able to hold back. you quickly begin making out with him, the kisses turning heated and your hands climbing everywhere. you start trailing your lips lower and lower, looking him in the eyes until you finally fall to your knees.

his eyes are blown in shock as you continue staring, “taerae… you’re just so stressed aren’t you, hm?” you look and see him absolutely tented as you speak softly to him. “you’re so stressed and you’re taking it out on me,” you then pout at him, “can i help you feel better, hm?” you trace your finger along his bulge, smirking when his hips jerk wildly.

“y/n, please,” you watched his adams apple bob as he swallows heavily, already overwhelmed.

“you haven’t even been touching yourself have you? poor boy… i should’ve been better to you,” watching his expression shift as you speak to him like that, “will you be good and let me take care of you, my good boy?”

he audibly moans at the words, “h-haven’t had time… fuck… i’ve been too busy with everything.”

“aww..” you pull down his pants at that, raising my eyebrows when he had no underwear, “you really wanted it huh?”

his dick stands proudly despite his embarrassment, pre-cum leaking from the tip and so bright red it looked like it hurt. the veins were so dark purely from how hard he was, “someone needs this doesn’t he?”

you start stroking him slowly, but he’s immediately gone, little whimpers leaving his mouth at everyone movement. he nearly screams when you use your palm on the tip, his legs almost giving out.

“let me make this better for you,” you give the pretty pink tip a kiss before diving into him, taking him to the base almost immediately. you fight off your gagging and tears in favor of watching and feeling him twitch from the touch.

“y-y/n oh my god,” he says, his voice cracking quickly, too overwhelmed to even scream anymore.

you suck harder, moaning around him at his reactions before looking into his eyes, his eyebrows knitted with his eyes closed, fighting to keep his mouth closed as well.

suddenly, you feel him twitching more and filling your mouth, the only warning being a soft sigh as you see the tension leave his body along with his release. he opens his eyes, his dimple slightly visible as he softly smiles at you.

“i feel much better now, honey…” he says, still softly as he fighting through the aftermath of his orgasm.

suddenly you watch as he gets onto his knees, softly and carefully, and looking up at you as you had been doing to him before.

he smiles up at you, dimple on full display.

“your turn?”

[raeinlove]

holy shot why did i only see this now.

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feel good inc || kim taerae

taerae has been stressed out about all the prepping for ascend… and isn’t it his girlfriend’s job to make him feel better?

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

tags: sexually explicit content, slight praise kink, head (m!rec), blow jobs, kitchen sex(?), implied head (f!rec), nothing too crazy honestly

yes this was inspired by his live im so brain rotted from it haha

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

times together began to get rarer and rarer, practices for ascend seeping into the late hours of night. you sit alone in the once shared living room once again, waiting for him to return and most likely just going to sleep without anything more than a kiss.

you look up when he finally walks through the door, “my honey,” taerae says with a small smile, yet it seems somewhat tight and forced.

“taerae-ah?” you speak softly, your voice laced with concern, not wanting to further upset him, “what’s wrong? you seem so…”

“nothing, i’m fine,” he states sharply, “i’m going to shower,” he nearly shoved by you, in a state you’ve never witnessed before.

you sit quietly in the living room waiting for him, shuffling through all the things that you could have possibly done wrong. once he walks out of the shower, all your worries are forgotten.

his hair is wet, a loose shirt nearly falling off his shoulders, and his pajama pants sitting far too low. suddenly you remember how long it’s been, your stomach pulling with need as you look at him. he walks into the kitchen without thought, grabbing some water.

without thinking, you walk up to him in the kitchen. “y/n, what’s wro- mmph!” you slam your lips into his pink, plump ones, no longer being able to hold back. you quickly begin making out with him, the kisses turning heated and your hands climbing everywhere. you start trailing your lips lower and lower, looking him in the eyes until you finally fall to your knees.

his eyes are blown in shock as you continue staring, “taerae… you’re just so stressed aren’t you, hm?” you look and see him absolutely tented as you speak softly to him. “you’re so stressed and you’re taking it out on me,” you then pout at him, “can i help you feel better, hm?” you trace your finger along his bulge, smirking when his hips jerk wildly.

“y/n, please,” you watched his adams apple bob as he swallows heavily, already overwhelmed.

“you haven’t even been touching yourself have you? poor boy… i should’ve been better to you,” watching his expression shift as you speak to him like that, “will you be good and let me take care of you, my good boy?”

he audibly moans at the words, “h-haven’t had time… fuck… i’ve been too busy with everything.”

“aww..” you pull down his pants at that, raising my eyebrows when he had no underwear, “you really wanted it huh?”

his dick stands proudly despite his embarrassment, pre-cum leaking from the tip and so bright red it looked like it hurt. the veins were so dark purely from how hard he was, “someone needs this doesn’t he?”

you start stroking him slowly, but he’s immediately gone, little whimpers leaving his mouth at everyone movement. he nearly screams when you use your palm on the tip, his legs almost giving out.

“let me make this better for you,” you give the pretty pink tip a kiss before diving into him, taking him to the base almost immediately. you fight off your gagging and tears in favor of watching and feeling him twitch from the touch.

“y-y/n oh my god,” he says, his voice cracking quickly, too overwhelmed to even scream anymore.

you suck harder, moaning around him at his reactions before looking into his eyes, his eyebrows knitted with his eyes closed, fighting to keep his mouth closed as well.

suddenly, you feel him twitching more and filling your mouth, the only warning being a soft sigh as you see the tension leave his body along with his release. he opens his eyes, his dimple slightly visible as he softly smiles at you.

“i feel much better now, honey…” he says, still softly as he fighting through the aftermath of his orgasm.

suddenly you watch as he gets onto his knees, softly and carefully, and looking up at you as you had been doing to him before.

he smiles up at you, dimple on full display.

“your turn?”

[raeinlove]

anyone wna be twt moots...hmu.....

[raeinlove]

jiwoong....thighs around head....hahahahahh

[jongst4r]

kiss me (k. jiwoong)

you stain your boyfriend’s face with your lipstick

pairing: jiwoong x reader || wc: 0.7k || cw: fluff!! established relationship, kissing, use of petnames, a bit suggestive but doesn’t escalate || warnings: none! || a/n: finally wrote something for my dear woongie 💔

the apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the heater and the soft patter of rain against the window. 

it’s one of those lazy sundays where neither of you have anywhere to be, so you’re tangled together on the couch under the same blanket, jiwoong’s head resting on your chest while some random drama plays on the tv neither of you is really watching.

you’re wearing the new lipstick you bought yesterday — cherry red, glossy, the kind of lipstick that stains a little. you keep forgetting it’s there because jiwoong keeps stealing tiny kisses every few minutes, mumbling something about how pretty you look, how he can’t help himself. 

your fingers are in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he likes, and he’s practically melted against you, eyes half-closed, humming every time you move.

you tilt your head to kiss his forehead without thinking. then his temple. then the bridge of his nose because he scrunches it cutely when you do. each time your lips brush his skin, you leave behind little red smudges. you don’t notice at first. you’re too busy giggling at how his lashes flutter when you kiss the corner of his mouth, how he chases your lips like he’s starving for them even though you’ve been kissing for the past hour.

jiwoong shifts, propping his chin on your sternum so he can look up at you. his cheeks are flushed from warmth and affection, hair messy from your fingers.

“baby,” he says, voice soft and a little raspy, “look what you did to me.”

you blink, confused, until he turns his face a little. there’s a perfect lipstick print on his cheekbone. another on his jaw. a faint one near his eyebrow.

your hand flies to your mouth. “oh my god, jiwoong, i’m so sorry— i didn’t even realize—”

he laughs, quiet and fond, grabbing your wrist before you can wipe it away. “don’t you dare,” he says, eyes sparkling. “i love it.”

“you love it?” you repeat, incredulous. “i look like i attacked you or something.”

“exactly.” he grins, wide and boyish, the one that makes your stomach flip every time. “you marked me up. that means i’m yours, right?”

your heart does something stupid in your chest. “you’re already mine, silly.”

“yeah, but now everyone can see.” he tilts his head like he’s showing off. “look, there’s one on my neck too. very possessive. i like it.”

you groan, burying your face in your hands, but he tugs them away gently. “no hiding,” he murmurs, leaning up to nuzzle your nose with his. “do it again.”

“what?”

“kiss me more. leave more marks. i want them everywhere.”

“jiwoong—”

“please?” he pouts, dramatic and adorable, batting his lashes like he knows exactly what that does to you. “i’ll wear them all day. i’ll go buy groceries like this. let the cashier know i have the prettiest girlfriend who can’t keep her lips off me.”

you can’t help laughing, cheeks warm. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he corrects, guiding your face back to his. “come on. one on my throat. make it dark.”

so you do. you press your lips to the soft spot under his jaw, lingering longer this time, feeling his pulse jump under your mouth. when you pull away there’s a perfect red stain, bright against his pale skin. he sighs like you’ve given him the world.

“another,” he whispers.

you kiss his collarbone. the hollow of his throat. the corner of his mouth until he turns and catches your lips properly, kissing you slow and sweet until you’re both breathless and the blanket has slipped off your shoulders.

when you finally check, his neck and face are dotted with little cherry marks like a constellation. he looks wrecked in the softest, happiest way.

“perfect,” he says, tracing one with his fingertip. “gonna take a selfie and set it as my lockscreen.”

“you will not.”

“watch me.” he already has his phone out, angling it to catch the marks and your embarrassed face behind him. “say ‘jiwoong is mine forever’.”

you hide in his shoulder, muffling your laugh against the lipstick stains you left there. “you’re impossible.”

he kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping tighter around you. “and you’re perfect. keep kissing me, baby. never stop.”

so you don’t. you spend the rest of the afternoon painting him red, and he wears every single mark like a medal, smiling like he’s the luckiest boy in the world.

because really feels like he is.

© jongst4r, 2026

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[raeinlove]

WHSTSISGSJSGS GOT ME KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING

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till i cannot list my top 5

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wdym it has been 2 months since i last saw the jebes

[raeinlove]

also broke down seeing this... you worked hard leader hanbin 😭😭

[raeinlove]

the new album is mad hits i love the vibes overall and top 5 is genuinely stuck in my head something bout all the members covering the chorus scratches that itch so well

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how does seongwu look even better as he ages the teen yun is screaming right now