MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
Dinner with the group was very entertaining, to say the least. The boys asked you a multitude of questions to get to know you and your relationship with Seungmin. Meanwhile, Seungmin sat there acting very uninterested, stirring his straw in his drink while his other hand rested on your thigh.
"Y/Nie, how did you even know where to find us? Seungmin’s kept you such a secret; we’re just surprised he even gave you information about the company and didn’t keep us a secret.” Felix inquired with wide eyes filled with genuine curiosity. “Oh! Minnie gave me the company information just in case of an emergency. I got a little lost on the way, so I asked a nice stranger for help. He was super kind!” Seungmin audibly sighed next to you. “Sweetheart, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?” You pursed your lips and took a moment to think, and Seungmin patiently watched as the cogs turned in your head. "Oh, you said not to talk to strangers, but I needed the help, so I made an exception to the rule.” Seungmin frowned at your response and rubbed his palm against his forehead as if he could rub away the worry and stress you give him sometimes. “We’re…going to have a conversation about that at home. I don’t give you rules for you to break them, pup.” Your pout was lethal, but Seungmin was not swayed by it this time around. You knew you were going to hear it once the two of you were back at your place. You gently removed Seungmin’s hand from his forehead and placed it back on your thigh. His grip was a little tighter this time around. “I told you to stop rubbing your forehead like that, Minnie. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles. I don’t do all those sheet masks with you for nothing!” Your comment made Minho snicker, and that was the final straw. Seungmin quickly grabbed your hand and drug you out of the booth. “We’re leaving.” His tone was final, and you tried to turn in his grasp to wave the members goodbye, but it was cut short as his grip got tighter and his stride got faster.
The car ride home was tense. You tried to lessen the tension with small talk, but Seungmin didn’t want to hear it. The best response you got was small grunts. You shrunk yourself down in the passenger seat and stared out the window for the rest of the ride home.
Once you made it through the threshold of your apartment, you looked at Seungmin expectantly. He took his time kicking off his shoes while you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. He stalked towards you and grabbed you by the chin, his face no more than an inch away from yours. “Go to your room, and I want you on your knees in front of the bed. Take everything off except your bra and underwear. I can only hope that you can follow this simple of a direction.” You scurried off to your room and bit your lip as you hurriedly stripped off your clothes. You rushed to drop to your knees and wait for Seungmin, not even trying to chance a harsher punishment if you weren’t ready for him.
He walked through the door and loomed dangerously over you. “I want you to tell me the rules you broke today, pup.” You gulped and started murmuring under your breath. Seungmin wasn’t having any of this; he gripped your hair in his large hand and forced you to crane your neck to look at him. “Speak louder, or is my dumb puppy too stupid to use her words, hm?” “I’m sorry, sir! I left the house without your permission since I wasn’t accompanied by you and I talked to a stranger without permission!” “That’s not all.” You wracked your brain as to what else you could’ve missed, but you were at a loss. “I d-don’t know, sir.” Seungmin scoffed but released you by the hair, having you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. He squatted down to your height, and his dark gaze pierced through your confused stare. “You think I didn’t notice you sitting there flirting with my members. Pink in the face and giggling like a lovesick girl in high school?” He tsked and got back up before you had a chance to refute his statement.
Seungmin slapped your cheek patronizingly and circled around you, sizing you up. You could see him thinking about what he was going to do to you, and the uncertainty of the situation at hand had you slightly trembling. He sat down at the edge of the bed and tapped his lap, beckoning you over. You stood up on shaking legs, and he tutted at the action. “Get back down on your knees. You’re going to crawl over here and beg to suck my cock. You fuck this up, you’re going to get an even worse punishment.” You whimpered at his threat and started to slowly crawl towards him. The embarrassment you felt had your cheeks flaring with heat. You situated yourself between his legs. “C-can I please suck you off, sir? I’m sorry for breaking the rules. I’ll do better and I won’t let it happen again. I really need your cock, sir. Can I have it, please?” Seungmin smirked at your words. “Good job, puppy; it seems like you can follow instructions.”
You unzipped his pants with shaky hands, and his cock sprung out, bobbing in front of your face. He grabbed you by the back of the head and instantly pushed his cock to the back of your throat. You gagged immediately. Tears filled your lash line and spilled over, running down your cheek. Seungmin threw his head back, and his groans were filthy. You tried to keep the pace he set as he kept bobbing your head up and down, but it was difficult. Spit dripped out the corners of your mouth and disabled him down to his balls. “You should be fucking grateful that you even get to suck my cock tonight after the stunt you pulled.” He did a final thrust into your mouth that was deeper than the rest and grabbed your hair to slide your mouth off of him.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs. Start playing with yourself until I tell you to stop. You cum and we end all of this. I can already tell your hole is begging to have me, so don’t ruin your chances, sweetheart.” You scrambled onto the bed and shucked off your panties that were already ruined from your wetness and immediately rubbed your clit. It felt good, but your manicured nails were too long to comfortably finger yourself, and you whined. “M-min, I need your help. I want your finger, sir.” Your hips bucked in desperation. “Aw, my dumb puppy needs sir’s fingers, huh? So fucking desperate for me.” He crawled over you and stuck his index and middle finger into your mouth to get them coated in your spit before shoving them inside of you. Your back arched off the bed as he fingered you at a relentless pace. Your head lolled to the side, and your abdomen contracted, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure in your core. Seungmin felt your cunt clench around his fingers, and he instantly withdrew them. Tears came running down your cheeks again as you let out a whimper, unsatisfied from the emptiness.
“You cum on my cock, and that’s final.” Seungmin laid against your pillows and had you crawl on top of him to ride him. His eyes were locked onto the way your tits bounced; he was enamored by your body. He looped a finger under your necklace to pull you closer to him, and he kissed you passionately. You moaned into his mouth as his cock hit you in the perfect spot, making your eyes flash white as you scrunched them closed. Your body shook as you orgasmed on him, but he didn’t give you a chance to recuperate. His pace brutally increased as he grabbed onto your hips to fuck into you. Your moans turned into screams at this point. You grabbed onto his shoulder for some sort of stability, but the force he used to bully your pussy had you like a ragdoll. As he got closer to cumming, his moans turned into growls, and he was ball deep into you. His release had coated your walls and had you gasping for air that had escaped your lungs.
You sprawled out onto the bed after he slowly slid his softening cock out of you and lay next to you, trying to also catch his breath. He leaned over to meet you halfway for a kiss. You craned your neck trying to meet his lips at this awkward angle. He ran his hands through your hair and placed another kiss on your forehead. “You know I love you, puppy, but sometimes I have to put you in your place. You get a little too spoiled, sweetheart. I gotta give you reminders.” “It’s your fault for making me spoiled. Don’t try and blame this on me.” He let out a chuffed laugh. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Can’t help myself from wanting to give my girl the world.”
When you text Minho wanting to see photos of his cats, he sends photos of himself instead (part two)
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Type: Text, fluff
Summary: While being away for a few days, you asked your boyfriend, Minho, to send pictures of his babies. But just like last time, he had other plans
Note: Back with another text imagine with Minho and his three adorable babies, Soonie, Doongie and Dori. This is a bit like part two to this text imagine, but I thought about doing a part two to this and this came about. Also just want to point out that some of the pictures are a mixture of when he had his blue streaky hair, blonde hair and his hair colour now. Enjoy!!
𝒿ust the tip with frat!hyunjin
💭 :: mdni 69O smut dom!hyune virginity loss implied no protection he's a loverboy at heart ( jeongin vers. ) ( enhypen vers. ) this is a repost from my other blog!
"just the tip," you breathe, the words a soft plea against his lips. they're swollen and tender from his kisses, and his fingers gently brush a stray strand of hair from your flushed cheek. you're laying so pretty under him, your pupils blown wide, face flushed.
hyunjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head, a small, regretful smile playing on his lips. "sorry, love. no can do."
a frustrated whine escapes you, a puff of warm air against his skin. "but… why?"
"because," he says, his thumbs lightly tracing the curve of your jaw, "it never ends up being just the tip. the second i try to do what you want, i know i'll cave." he playfully squishes your cheeks together, forcing a pout that doesn't quite reach your heated eyes.
"well, is that such a bad thing?" you ask, your voice thick with lust. "don't you want to have sex with me?"
"obviously, i wanna have sex with you," hyunjin says, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he rolls his eyes. "i just… i want us to take it slow, okay?"
you groan, throwing your head back in exasperation. "seriously? we've been taking it slow. just. the. tip. baby steps, right?"
hyunjin chews on his bottom lip, feeling ashamed for even considering it. he'd promised himself he wouldn't rush this, that he'd give you the best first time possible. you deserve that.
but then there you are. his girl. right here. your discarded shirt lies on the floor, and the lace of your bra does little to hide the tempting press of your perky nipples. it isn't entirely his fault if his resolve is crumbling.
and crumble it does.
"just the tip," he repeats, his voice a husky murmur, his gaze dropping and then flicking back to yours, heavy with unspoken need. he's hovering over you now, the slick head of his cock aligned perfectly with your glistening pussy.
"yeah, yeah," you mumble, impatient, your hands reaching up to hook around his neck, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"baby, i mean it," he says, his eyes locked on yours, a warning and a plea all in one.
"uh-huh. can you just… can you put it in now?"
hyunjin sighs, the sound laced with a mock reluctance that does little to hide the tremor in his hands as he grips your thighs. it's just the tip, a gentle press against your slick folds, and a gasp escapes your lips, a feeling of fullness hitting instantly.
he finds himself mentally reciting the names of this year's football teams, a desperate attempt to cling to some semblance of control, to not climax this early. and he's supposed to be the experienced one.
"hyune," you whine, your inner muscles clenching around him, a delicious squeeze that sends a jolt of pure pleasure through him. his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin, and you lean into his touch.
"shit, doll," he grunts, his control fraying at the edges. "please don't squeeze like that. i c—can barely…"
"you—you should just put all of it in," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his impossibly white hair, tugging gently.
"no," he mumbles, the denial a weak protest. keeping you away from this sweet release, even though you could probably come from this alone. "you feel so good. so… so tight."
"all the more reason—"
"no." this isn't how it's supposed to happen. your first time deserves more than a stolen moment in the middle of a forgotten study session. there should be flowers, maybe candles… it should be perfect.
he's already made up his mind, the decision firm despite the insistent throb of his cock. hyunjin's thumb brushes lightly across your swollen clit, and a small whimper escapes your lips.
"hyune, i really need you." and then you look up at him, your eyes glossed with unshed tears, desperate and raw.
fuck it.
as long as it's here, with you, it'll be perfect. besides, he vaguely remembers seeing some dusty candles in the back of the storage closet.
synopsis: bf!skz found out you write... about them... content: smau, cussing, suggestive, suicide jokes, grammar mistakes // typos, petnames (baby, pretty girl, love, doll, hot babe next door LOL) ss: 19
⭑루안: don't mind the times, can't make them work D: also in the bonus, there is one person less, and i am sorry about that, i won't pay </3
also fics i mentioned in the texts: this and that
pretty.박지민 ・ pjm x f!reader ・ nsfw ・ not proof read
wc 620
synopsis jimin looked too good at the amas and you couldn’t resist.
content quickie, oral (m!receiving), kinda subby jimin, dirty talk
a/n wrote this right after watching the amas cus holy shit he looks so gorgeous i need him so bad
Jimin walked into the hotel room with his sweet singsong voice, greeting you with a kiss.
“Did you see? Artist of the year!” He said excitedly, leaning down to give you another charged kiss. Little did he know, you had been waiting all night. Ever since he stepped out of the hotel room, since you saw him on screen in that MJ-esque attire, winning an award he so deserved—it had your thighs clenching all night.
“I saw, Ji. I’m so proud of you.” You kissed the corner of his mouth before making your way down to his neck, and he quickly understood where this was going.
“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his voice without having to look up. You hummed against his skin, pulling away and seeing the red mark that started to adorn his skin.
“Can I show you?” You walked him back just a few steps until his back hit the wall behind him, then slowly lowered to your knees. He watched, eyes half lidded as you reached for his belt.
You pulled his pants down his thighs and reached for his length through his boxers. A moan escaped him, his head falling back against the wall. He was already half hard, and every touch you gave him rushed blood straight down his body.
“I have to meet the guys for a livestream.” He said, his voice breaking throughout. He didn’t want you to stop, but he knew he had places to be.
“I’ll have to make this quick then.” You tugged down his boxers and wrapped your hand around his girth. “You looked so good, so pretty on that stage.” That did something to him. Pretty.
Your hand that was slowly stroking him started to speed up as your tongue teased the head.
“Fuck—please,” he said, wanting more, needing more.
“Please what?”
“Your mouth,” a shameful moan followed as you finally wrapped your lips around him, and slowly started to bob your head.
You took him inch by inch, your tongue tracing in the process. His noises and fingers lightly gripping your hair only spurred you on. Your hand on him stroked what you couldn’t reach as you took him as deep as you could, before pulling back and swirling your tongue around the head.
“Even your dicks pretty, Ji.” You said sweetly, a breathy whimper coming from above you. “You like that?” You asked, looking up at the already wrecked blonde. His face was flushed, lips parted, desperate for whatever you’d give him.
“You like when I call you pretty?” You ask in a teasing tone while stroking him. After a particularly slow stroke he caved, throwing his head back with a groan before nodding frantically.
“Ah—mhm, yes—“ your hand started to speed up, sending him closer to his finish. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, words almost a whisper.
“Come for me, Jimin.” Your tongue traveling up and down, swirling and sucking combined with your hand wrapped tightly around him, he did just that—right in your mouth.
You swallowed all of it, Jimin could’ve came a second time just from that.
“‘M so proud of you, Jimin.” You said with a smile, rising up onto your feet and planting a sweet kiss on his plump lips, his chest heaving beneath your palms.
“I’ll take care of you when I get back.” He said with a telling smirk as he made himself decent. He didn’t have to tell you, you were already sure of it.
After he left you put on the live, growing impatient watching him act normal in front of his members and thousands of fans, like nothing had happened previously and nothing was about to happen when he returned.
a/n: all for kicks and giggles. apologies if i misrepresented the group and the members. this is all just a head canon of how i think the maknae line (Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin) would act with their significant other (you).
warning(s): kings at work// petnames// fluff// comfort// mentions of periods// suggestive texts in Felix’s// slight profanity// ALL fictional
you needed your best friend to take his words back before your brain decided to give in.
the room was quiet, the gentle hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence between jeongin and you. it was a lazy afternoon, the kind spent lounging around with friends, completely comfortable in each other's space.
jeongin was leaning against the headboard of your bed, casually flipping through a book he had picked up from your nightstand, while you rested your head on the pillow near his knees. out of nowhere, he closed the book, looking down at you with a sudden, unreadable intensity.
"hey," he started, his voice dropping slightly. "can i ask you something ? it's quite personal though —"
you shifted, looking up at him. "yeah, of course. what's up ?"
jeongin hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes locking onto yours, slightly wavering as the words left his mouth.
"when was the last time someone ate you out ?"
someone what ?
you must've heard him wrong. he probably meant took you out to eat or whatever other reason your mind could conjure up.
"um... ate me out ? what is that supposed to mean —"
"like... ate your uh — your pussy out ?" he clarified, the words rolling off his tongue with a heavy, sudden weight.
jesus fuckin' christ
in your three entire years of friendship, yang jeongin had never said the word 'pussy'.
and now you were obsessed with the way it rolled off his tongue —
your thighs instinctively clenched together as a fierce blush took over your face. you looked anywhere but at him. how could you, after he said those words that left you reeling ?
"i — i've.... um, never, actually."
"wha — how ?" jeongin trailed off, his brow furrowing in genuine disbelief. "i mean, the guys you've been with..."
"yeah, um... they never offered, and i didn't really want to ask for it," you muttered, your fingers nervously tugging at the fabric of your shorts.
"t-that's.... wow — sorry, it's just that i'm just surprised," he mumbled, fiddling with the book in his hand.
you tilted your head, your heart hammering against your ribs at his response. "surprised ? why ?"
jeongin apparently had it out for you, because the next words that fell into your ear literally shook you to your core (metaphorically and literally).
"cuz you look like you have the sweetest pussy —" he murmured under his breath, completely unaware that the quiet room allowed your ears to catch the last two words.
your breath hitched, the air fighting to escape as the blush burnt hotter on your cheeks.
he thought your pussy was sweet ?
he thought your pussy was sweet ?
your best friend — who you harboured a fat crush on — had been thinking about your pussy ? being sweet ?
oh sorry, correction — sweetest.
jeongin froze, his entire body going rigid the exact moment he realized his unfiltered thought had slipped out loud. he stared at you, his relaxed demeanor instantly melting away as he awaited your reaction with bated breath.
"you think it's sweet ?" you whispered, getting the words out despite the sudden tension in the room making your head spin.
"oh i know baby — with all those grapes and berries you eat ? it's gotta be diabetic —" jeongin huffed, as if stating the most obvious of facts.
the words escaped your lips before you had a opportunity to comprehend them.
"i mean, you can check it for yourself —"
jeongin didn't hesitate.
this was his only chance.
shifting downwards in one fluid motion, he slid between your knees, his warm, strong hands clamping firmly onto your inner thighs to keep you from closing them.
he looked up at you through his dark lashes, his thumbs tracing slow, possessive circles against your skin.
"spread your legs for me, baby," he commanded softly, his voice thick with desire. "and let me show you how it's supposed to feel."
the comment hung heavily in the air, vibrating right down to your core. your mind screamed at you to process the sheer absurdity of the situation — your best friend, the guy who usually argued with you over the last slice of pizza, was currently kneeling between your thighs with a look that promised to ruin you.
oh no — what had you said.
this shouldn't happen.
what if it ruins your friendship ?
you should say no, right ?
but your body was entirely traitorous. under the steady, firm pressure of his palms, your knees slowly parted further, giving him exactly what he had asked for.
jeongin let out a low, ragged breath at your compliance, his thumbs digging just a little deeper into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. his touch did nothing too soothe the throbbing between your thighs.
"look at you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent a violent shiver down your spine. "so compliant for your best friend."
"jeongin, please," you breathed out, your hands coming up to grip the fabric of his shirt, unsure whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "this is... we shouldn't —"
"we absolutely should," he interrupted softly, his gaze never leaving yours as his hands slid upward, hooking under the hem of your shorts. "i'm not letting another day go by with you thinking that what those other guys gave you was enough. you deserve to be worshipped, baby. by me. let me do it."
as he felt you briefly relaxing in his hold, jeongin peeled your shorts down your legs, tossing them onto the floor without a care. you felt entirely bare, completely vulnerable beneath his intense scrutiny, but the sheer hunger burning in his eyes kept you from hiding away.
jeongin leaned in closer, his chest pressing against your knees as he hovered right at the apex of your thighs. the heat radiating from him was intoxicating. he dipped his head, his nose brushing lightly against the lace of your underwear, taking in your scent with a sharp inhale.
you gasped, your hips instinctively jerking upward at the proximity.
"fuck," he groaned against your skin, his hands wrapping securely around your waist to anchor you down. "you smell so good. so fucking sweet, just like i thought."
jeongin looked up through his lashes one last time, locking his dark, blown-out pupils onto yours, making sure you were watching before he caught the edge of your underwear and pulled the fabric aside, completely exposing you to his tongue.
"fuck baby — you're drenched." he was utterly in awe as he stared at your wet pussy, your juices clinging to the folds as if waiting for him to lick them up.
jeongin bent down, maintaining contact with your wavering eyes as his tongue licked up a stripe from bottom to top as his lips came to wrap around your puffy clit. as your juices hit his tastebuds, he audibly groaned into your pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine.
good fucking heavens
you couldn't fathom you were missing out on this.
"oh fuuuuuck i-innie — nnnnngh — oh my god."
your thighs tightened around his face on your cunt as he flicked the pearly bud, occasionally sucking on it.
yang jeongin ate you like a man starved.
"oh baby you're so sweet — fuck — gonna drown in this pussy."
the sound of his tongue lapping at your wetness was impossibly loud in the quiet room, completely destroying any lingering doubts you had left. his tongue was warm, broad, and wicked, painting long, slow strokes along your dripping slit before his lips clamped right back down onto your clit to suck it into his mouth.
you lost it.
your back arched off the mattress, your fingers burying themselves into his thick hair, instinctively pulling him closer, pressing his face directly against your soaking cunt.
"jeongin — ah, f-fuck, stop joking — nnnngh !" you wailed, your words dissolving into a high-pitched whine as his tongue flicked faster, targeted and ruthless right on your most sensitive spot.
"who's fucking joking ?" jeongin growled against your skin, the vibration of his voice buzzing directly into your clit and making your toes curl. he pulled back just an inch, his face glistening with your juices, his eyes completely wild as he looked up at you. "i told you, didn't i ? sweetest fucking thing i've ever tasted. and i'm cleaning up every single drop."
to prove his point further, he dived back down, his flat tongue burying itself deep into your opening, mimicking a slow, rhythmic thrusting motion that had you sobbing. he was eating you out with a terrifying hunger, his nose pressing hard against your dripping clit with every deep stroke, overstimulating you until your vision went blurry at the edges.
"i'm-i'm gonna cum — hic — innie, i'm gonna—" you gasped, your thighs trembling violently, unable to hold themselves up anymore.
jeongin didn't let you close up. he braced his strong forearms against your inner knees, pinning your legs wide open to take the full brunt of his assault. he knew exactly what he was doing; he could feel the tight walls of your pussy clenching around his tongue, the sudden rush of fresh, hot cream flooding his mouth as your climax rushed to the surface.
"do it, baby," he urged against your wet skin, his speed picking up, his tongue swirling fiercely over your swollen bud while his thumb slid inside you to stretch you open. "cum all over my face. let me taste how much you want me."
the mental image mixed with the brutal, soaking friction was the final blow. you screamed his name, your hips jolting violently against his mouth as a massive wave of an orgasm tore through your body. your pussy bucked against his face, releasing a heavy gush of sweetness that he swallowed down greedily, his tongue still working through your contractions, milking every last drop out of you.
you collapsed back into the pillows, panting heavily, your chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to make your stomach flutter.
jeongin slowly pulled away, sitting back on his heels. he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at you with a smug, heavy-lidded stare. his lips were shiny, completely coated in you, and his chest rose and fell with his own ragged breath.
"see ?" he murmured, a satisfied smirk finally breaking across his face. "told you you were diabetic."
kysa's note: been onto this title for a month and finally got down to writing it for jeongin — just cuz he's being a fuckin' tease these days. specially dedicated to my innie biased cuties hehe ❤︎ lene, nini & lottie ❤︎ let me know what you think about it in the comments — xoxo.
정호석 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | idol!hobi • domestic boyfriend!hobi • fluff • comfort • clingy hobi • long distance during tours • lots of physical affection • late night calls • lowercase intended
┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels !! J-Hope’s version is here !!! I am in love with soft Hobi and I just now you all will be too !!! If you have anymore headcanon ideas or fic reqs you can always send them !!! But any-whom !!! Happy reading !! <333
before tour boyfriend!hoseok :(
— gets extra affectionate before leaving :( constantly pulling you into random hugs while dancing around the apartment or kissing your cheek in the middle of conversations
— tries really hard to keep the mood upbeat before tour because he hates seeing you sad, but you notice him holding onto you a little longer every day leading up to departure
— absolutely makes sure the apartment feels warm and comforting before leaving. groceries stocked, little notes left around, your favorite snacks magically appearing everywhere
— the type to practice choreography in the living room then suddenly pull you in to dance with him halfway through because he can’t resist :(
— talks excitedly about tour plans with you but sneaks in little “you better call me every day” comments like they’re jokes
— spends the night before leaving wrapped around you in bed talking about all the things he wants to do together once he’s back home
— acts all smiley and energetic at the airport but the very moment he hugs you goodbye he gets softer :( quieter “i’ll miss you” mumbled against your hair before walking away
during tour boyfriend!hoseok :(
— sends you videos constantly :( backstage dancing, outfit checks, sunsets from hotel balconies, random songs playing in rehearsal rooms because he wants you involved in every part of his day
— facetimes you while doing skincare after concerts with his hair pushed back and sleepy eyes, complaining dramatically about how much he misses your hugs
— the type to send voice notes full of excitement after good shows because you’re the first person he wants to tell everything to
— honestly misses laughing with you the most :( inside jokes, teasing each other, hearing you laugh through the apartment late at night
— sends random “look what i bought u!!” texts every time he passes a store during tour
— definitely dances around hotel rooms while on facetime with you just to make you laugh when he can tell you miss him badly
— gets surprisingly clingy late at night after schedules :( staying on calls longer, asking what you’re doing, telling you not to hang up yet
— keeps one of your hoodies folded beside him on hotel beds because unfamiliar rooms feel less lonely when something smells like home
— acts energetic during the day but admits quietly one night that waking up alone in hotel rooms is the hardest part of touring without you
after tour boyfriend!hobi :)
— coming home with him feels bright again :) loud laughter, bags everywhere, music immediately playing through the apartment while he clings to you at the same time
— absolutely spins you around in the kitchen the first morning home because he missed dancing with you more than he expected
— domestic life after tour becomes exciting to him again :) shopping dates, cooking together while music plays, cleaning the apartment together at midnight because neither of you can sleep
— follows you around nonstop the first few days back :) sitting beside you no matter what room you’re in, pulling you into his lap whenever possible
— loves hearing your laugh in person again because phone calls never sound the same :)
— gets softer at night after tour. laying in bed with his fingers tracing shapes against your arm while talking quietly about everything he missed while away
— honestly looks happiest doing ordinary things beside you :) coffee runs in oversized hoodies, late night walks, folding laundry while singing badly together
— after tour he loves you in this warm overwhelming way. like being home with you recharges every exhausted part of him all over again
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