hi! firstly, sorry for the inactivity but tbzblr has unfortunately been dead and i no longer feel encouraged to write for them anymore. obviously, i won’t be closing this account or deleting any of my works because i believe at some point i will want to come back here and write for them again. i’ll probably just pop in at random times. for now though, this is goodbye and thank you to everyone who read my work (:
also, for anyone interested, i officially made a new blog solely for &team writing @nicoholic
june is off to such a great start: haknyeon was unfairly kicked out of tbz over rumors that have now been proven (and have always been said to be) FALSE!!!! the reporter who published the allegations has been indicted on defamation charges, and jacob is releasing his first solo album next week!!
chanhee crying on his birthday and haknyeon was at the show 💔🥹. i hope they both know how much they’re still loved and how much they deserve to be happy. such two strong members!
Summary: Your boyfriend has had a rough day, and a hot shower isn’t enough to relieve his frustrations. So, you decide to help.
Smut, PWP, Established Relationship au
Warnings: Oral (m! receiving), Shower sex, Stress Relief, Hand Kink (I suppose bc it’s talked about a lot), Cum swallowing/tasting, *Aftercare*, The use of one petname interchangeably: Baby. *And if I missed anything pls lmk*
Word Count: 1,626
Changmin (Q) X Gn! Reader
[A/n: That middle image caused me to be insane… Also, this is the first time I’ve ever used photos (outside of a couple banner images...) But it was necessary this time. Anyways, a special thank you to @jinkoh thank you for furthering this idea, and @winterchimez for alerting me of this insane man’s post. I still feel like screaming. And I hope kyu anon <3 enjoys this too!! (Also, I won’t tag but I saw Beam go insane bc of this post too and I’m so glad this has damaged all of us. Our favorite menace fr <3)].
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You knew the second Changmin came home he was having a hard day. From the way he set his bag down to how he took off his shoes told you how grueling it truly was. He finds you sitting on the couch and he sighs as he collapses into your arms, and you hold him tight to you, trying to soothe him. You stay like that for a while, calmly breathing together until he mutters against your chest, “I’m gonna take a hot shower and try to forget about the day.” You nod and kiss his forehead before he walks away to get a towel from the closet and closes the bathroom door behind him.
You rest against the couch cushions, trying to finish up the episode you were previously watching. But the longer the hot water runs, the more you think about helping him relieve some of his frustrations. You could easily wait in your shared bedroom and let him take out his frustrations on you in there… but what was the fun in that? Especially, when you could take care of him and make him feel better now. You grab a towel for yourself and open the bathroom door and close it behind you quietly.
You find him facing away from the hot water, letting it hit his back as he stares ahead. The hot water cascades over him trying to soothe his sore muscles. And yet, he still looks as if today’s troubles were still haunting him. The steam from the heat makes the mirrors and glass fog up, and the bathroom nice and warm. And without a second thought, you quickly slip out of your clothes and open the glass door. You watch as his glum expression melts into a softer one as he takes in your appearance. And you grin as you close the glass door behind you, “Hi, baby.” And he sighs, still unable to hide how he feels, “Hi…” His hands instantly find your hips, and you ask softly as your fingers trail down his sides, “Is there any way I can relieve some of your frustrations?” He tilts his head, “Depends… what are you suggesting?” You lean in, and ask, “Why don’t I show you?” He raises his brow and you give him a kiss.
He pulls you beneath the hot water as you both kiss, and it cascades over you as your tongue licks his bottom lip, and he grants you access. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and his tongue mingles with yours and he lets out a soft groan. You pull away with a smile on your face, and he smiles back at you. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his neck as the warm water rushes over both of you. You grin as you look down to find him already hard for you. And you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight.
You slowly drop to your knees, careful not to slip as you do, and sit before him. And he grins, “I was hoping this was your suggestion.” He moves closer to you, so his back takes the full brunt of the shower, so that the water doesn’t splash at you. And you place a gentle kiss against his tip and he sighs, and you tell him before your lips wrap around him, “Let me take care of you, baby.” You place a few more kisses along his length before you wrap your lips around his tip, sucking on it a few times before you start taking him in little by little, causing him to groan as you start bobbing your head along his length exactly how he likes.
Usually, his hands would find his way into your hair, guiding all your movements. He was so used to being in control, but the way you’re staring up at him through your lashes and bobbing your head along him so perfectly. He doesn’t feel he has to be, so he rests his hands against the shower wall above his head, letting you use him however you like, wanting you to absolutely ruin him and make him forget about his awful day at work.
You hum in amusement around him as you watch how his hands clench and shake from pleasure. He looks like a hot mess already. And you can’t get enough of the sight as you bob your head faster, causing soft groans to spill from his throat. You pull off of him a bit to swirl your tongue around his tip and you catch the way he stills himself from bucking into your mouth, resisting the urge to take control of your pace.
You place your hands against his hips and the warm water dances over your fingers as you use his hips as leverage to take him back down your throat and to move faster along his length. You look back up at him to find him looking down at you in pure amazement, as if you were giving him head that he could only ever dream of, and you can’t help but be satisfied by that. Encouraged, you happily suck around him harder, causing him to let out a loud groan, and you watch as his hands fidget against the tile, racked with pleasure. The way he looks has you moaning around him, and it causes him to let out a low grunt.
You watch as his hands clench against the smooth tile, when you swallow around him, “Fuck, baby, don’t be a tease.” You hum deciding to play nice, and he groans, shaking his head and closing his eyes as you bring him closer to the edge. You move your eyes back down to focus on sucking him off fully. Your fingers squeeze around his hips as you start bobbing your head faster, wanting to taste his release on your tongue.
You can’t help the way your lips raise as you feel him twitch in your mouth, knowing he is going to fall apart soon. You look up at him through your eyelashes and find he’s already looking at you. And you bat your eyelashes at him, and he rolls his eyes at your act of innocence. You pull off a bit to swirl your tongue around his tip again, sucking on it as you do. And he groans, and you watch as he balls his hands into fists, and you can’t help the way you smirk around him, knowing you have him right where you want him. He twitches inside of your mouth again and you feel him finally cum down your throat. You moan at the taste of him, finally getting what you both wanted so desperately.
Your hands let go of his hips as you slowly release him from your mouth. He lets out a soft sigh, and you watch as he practically folds before you, causing some water to finally splash on your face. You gasp as it does, forgetting it was even on in the first place, due to how he was shielding you from it. But your fingers were proof it was still running from how prune-y they got from the water rushing over them. You look over Changmin as he rests his forehead against the tiled wall, the cool tile relaxing him as he comes down from his high, causing you to grin. He looks ethereal, all fucked out, and you notice how his shoulders seem lighter, as if you took off some of the day’s weight that was heavily resting upon him. You watch as his hand slips from the tile and he holds it out for you. You smile as you take his hand in yours, and he pulls you up.
He pulls away from the cool tile to rest his forehead against yours, and you kiss his nose, “Feel better?” He nods, “Much.” His lips instantly find yours, causing a soft groan to leave his throat as he tastes himself on your lips. And when he pulls away, he tells you, “You’re so good to me, baby… Thanks.” You shrug, “It’s the least I could do. You’re always so good to me, after all.” He rolls his eyes, placing a soft kiss on your nose before he pulls you against him, “Want to finish showering together?” You nod and he lathers your hair in soap, and you do the same for him. You both spend time slowly cleaning each other up. And when the water starts to grow cold as you both wash up, you laugh, “I thought that would have happened sooner.” And he laughs too, “Me too,” as you both hurry finishing up.
You get out of the shower, the steam fogging up the mirrors even further. He turns on the fan, “I probably should have done that sooner.” And you shake your head, “Nah, it kept it warm for me.” And you can see the tinge of a red blush on his face, quickly knowing what you meant. You both towel off, before getting into some soft comfortable robes before he opens the bathroom door. You both giggle as steam billows out, and you both walk hand in hand to your shared bedroom.
When you both curl up together under the soft covers, he finally tells you about his day. The more he reveals, the tighter you hold him to you, trying to shield him from it all. And when he finishes telling you about everything, he finally starts to relax under your hold. You pepper kisses across his forehead, and he giggles before his lips meet yours again. You kiss beneath the duvet, and all of Changmin's problems finally dissipate like hot steam meeting the cold air in your embrace.
pottery is a lot harder than people make it out to be.
you were convinced you’d be a natural at this. after all, how hard could it be to mold some clay into a simple bowl or vase? but now, as you sit at the pottery wheel with a lopsided, uncooperative lump of clay before you, the task seems almost herculean.
the pottery studio was a hidden gem, tucked away on a quiet street. it was a warm, relaxing place filled with the earthy smell of clay and the constant hum of pottery wheels. this place was changmin’s idea, after revealing that he had been attending classes for the past month and had completely forgotten to tell you. you had been annoyed with him at first, but your mood instantly changed when he invited you to attend a couple’s class with him.
now you understand why he had such a smug smile on his face when he suggested it.
you glance over at changmin, who sits beside your wheel. his eyes are focused behind his glasses, his fingers carefully shaping the clay into a perfect cylinder. his apron is completely clean compared to yours, looking as if you’d just been rolling around in it all this time.
“how are you so good at this?” you ask. he looks up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“i’m just lucky,” he says with a small shrug. "i've also attended more classes than you, so."
"yeah, which is totally unfair."
changmin chuckles. “want some help?”
you sigh, glancing down at your creation. “please. this thing looks like it belongs in a horror movie.”
he chuckles, wiping his hands on a damp towel before approaching your wheel. “alright, let’s see what we can do.”
he pulls his stool closer to you and wraps his arms around yours. your fingers intertwine on the clay, and his breath fans across the side of your face. his touch is warm and reassuring, his presence somehow making the task seem less daunting. he shifts your fingers slightly, guiding your movements with gentle precision.
“okay, press down a little more here,” he instructs, his voice low and soothing. “and use your other hand to steady it. see? it’s all about balance.”
you follow his guidance, feeling the clay start to yield under your touch, smoothing into a proper shape. the wheel hums softly beneath your feet as you find a rhythm, the clay cool and malleable against your palms.
“there you go,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. “you’ve got it.”
you relax into his embrace and changmin rests his chin on your shoulder. the pleasant scent of his perfume overtakes your senses, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.
it’s just the two of you, your head resting against his shoulder as you let him control most of your moves. you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back and his sticky hands that gently move over yours as you mould the clay together.
“you make it look so easy,” you say, glancing sideways at him. his focus is intent, but there’s a gentle smile on his lips. you ignore the urge to place a peck on his dimple.
“it’s all about having the right teacher,” he replies, and you playfully roll your eyes.
changmin leans back slightly, letting you take control. you can feel his watchful eyes on you, his presence a comforting weight at your side. he remains close, offering guidance with small nudges or murmured suggestions when you falter.
occasionally, he whispers words of praise and encouragement in that stupidly attractive voice of his and smirks to himself when he notices the goosebumps on your skin.
as the minutes pass, you find yourself becoming more comfortable, the awkwardness melting away. the clay responds to your touch, smoothing into an even form that vaguely resembles a bowl. it’s far from perfect, of course, but it’s yours.
“look at that,” changmin says, admiration in his voice. “you’re a natural.”
you laugh, shaking your head. “hardly. but it’s better than what i started with, thanks to you.”
“we make a good team,” he says with a dimply grin.
✦ genre: fluff + nsfw mentions n smut (minors DNI)
✧ summary: dumb, ditzy, and a dash of daddy is how you like your men.
✦ note: fyi do not forget that this is purely fiction n just me romanticizing eric as a himbo bf bc that would be so hot n cute to have a boyfie who is a giant dumb little puppy ok bye—
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is a mega gym bro. his mind is always gym gym gym. kudos to him for being so strict and disciplined about his body. he has to workout at least 6/7 days a week, diet heavily thriving off chicken breast and various supplements.
it’s not like you’re complaining though. those abs and yummy biceps that are swole as fuck are a pleasure to gawk at. even his chest is getting a pump to it, perhaps competing with your own breasts as to who has the bigger chest.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who has to capture his progress in the gym after almost every session. he loves a good ole mirror pic. whether that be him in a classic black tank with his biceps bulging, shirtless with his abdomen glistening in sweat, or in the varsity jacket he wears religiously paired with what you both like to refer to as “the good dick sweatpants,” he’ll snap a few and post them to his instagram story. and of course message them to you! ;)
eric likes to show off his bod. he works like a dog for it, lifting weights and doing pushups until his muscles start to burn. it’s a no-brainer that he has to remind his two-million followers what an incredible physique he possesses. you didn’t mind that he did that because you both knew you had him wrapped around your finger, getting to share the same bed as him every night. he was an innocent buff puppy as you liked to call him, genuinely wanting to document his progress.
you’re pretty sure eric hasn’t a clue on what a “thirst trap” even is. bro doesn’t even care about impressing anyone aside from you and his gym buddies. so one day, when he posts a mirror selfie with his notsolittle friend down south making a cameo, you had to confront him about it because now millions of people know he has a big co—
“babe… your bulge is showing…”
“yeah? i know. i was thinking about you, hehe. :D”
you fucked him after that.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who although is a gym junkie and is incredibly active, has a guilty pleasure of smoking cigarettes. yuck!!! every inhale of that nicotine he takes has the possibility of creating irreversible damage to his body but fuck… he looked so hot every time he takes a drag. even when he spits in between smokes, it’s a disgusting fantasy to want him to use your mouth as disposal for his excess saliva. so you feel bad scolding him and giving lectures as to why he should abstain from that. he really tries to give it up for you, but every once in awhile he’ll forget and smoke especially socially or after doing the deed if he’s not tired… whoopsie!
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who has unfortunately succumbed to the propaganda of electronic cigarettes. the “no smoking” signs in public spaces are no threat to him. he’ll just whip out his vape and take a hit in the corner when no one’s watching— or he’ll go into the men’s bathroom and blow o’s.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who loves to go out and have fun! what a bubbly extrovert he is. it’s tough to miss him in a crowd, especially when you’re at a party. he’ll spend hours just making his rounds and befriending everyone. eventually he settles in one spot for a few to play rounds of beer pong (eric despises beer by the way— only playing the game because he’s a competitive little shit).
he’s absolutely rowdy when he gets into it. somehow, his shirt even comes out in the midst of it. he’s yelling and barking alongside his friends as they toss the balls perfectly, howling and bumping chests like a bunch of frat freaks. genuinely, his volume alone is through the roof, acting a damn fool over some beer pong but at least he’s having fun. you don’t know if you should smile fondly or pretend you don’t him.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who when he does decide to have an alcoholic beverage, it can be a hit or miss. this time, he was left an absolute wreck. fortunately, his friends knew to call it quits on his behalf after at least ten shots of soju, and drove him home. when he arrives in one piece, you have to deal with the mess.
“y/n, honeyyyyyyy— i *burps* missed you!!!” he sloppily kisses your neck and up your ear, tongue and all greeting you.
“eric, you’re disgustingly drunk.” you shrugged him off but immediately put his weight back on you in fear that he’d lose balance and eat shit with the floor.
“mhm, sss-sorry, baby.” he slurs, lolling his head to the side with a dopey expression.
poor ‘ric cannot handle his liquor. and poor you, who has to deal with his bullshit. you’re left dragging him to bed, cursing internally that he’s so big and broad despite his average height. that body you worshiped is currently pissing you off that he’s gotten shit faced to the point that he needs your support.
“come on bro, work with me here.” you sighed as you carried him to bed, not even giving a fuck when he plops down hard against the mattress. quickly, you remove his outerwear, undoing his belt and freeing his feet. he mumbles variations of praises, claiming he doesn’t deserve you, how he’s a bad boyfriend, and that he’s sorry he let himself overdo it. tears even manage to slip down the poor boy’s cheeks, lips quivering as he thinks about how guilty he feels that you have to deal with his dumbass.
quickly, you shut him up after removing his shirt with a kiss on those wet cheeks, telling him to “shhh” and cooing him to sleep. one night of him getting plastered was manageable. he’s just too emotional right now.
as long as he doesn’t vomit all over the sheets, you’ll be okay.
but of course, he does. >:(
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who makes you wonder more often than not if you’re raising a child. for instance, one day he’s taking a bubble bath while you’re out. there’s nothing wrong with that. but when you come home while he’s still soaking in the suds, for some odd reason, he decides to get out of the tub to greet you.
he’s speed walking to meet your form, completely disregarding that perhaps he needs to dry himself with a towel. his eagerness makes some bath water spill, wetting the floor with his body trickling water everywhere. bubbles and soapy foam coated and still stuck to his skin, welcoming you in all his naked glory.
“eric!!! you’re dripping everywhere!”
“you’re so???” you furrow your brows in bewilderment, gesturing a hand over your current sight so he can get the hint to go cover up.
“what? it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” he nods his head, smirk stretched as he poses with his arms behind his head, flexing his figure for you.
idiot…
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who gets along with children so well. he absolutely adores babies! holding them, cooing at them, playing games with them— he does it all. it makes you fantasize having kids with him someday, your heart knowing for certain that he’d be a loving father.
kids cling onto eric so easily. he’s so boisterous and energetic, able to keep up with their hyperactivity and mindless antics. they ultimately keep him up to date with the latest slang and trends, making him say “six seven” repeatedly and laughing at his state of confusion while he was wondering what was so hilarious about that.
when they rile him up though, it’s the worst match ever. eric loves the game of bantering, not afraid to poke fun at a ten year old after falling for rage bait. he even tries to get back at kids with ridiculous teasing rhymes, bringing them near the brink of tears, quickly taking back his words when they threaten to go and tell their mom.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who despite getting along with kids so well that he might as well be a kid himself, he constantly dreams aloud to you about having a baby. he attempts to convince you at least once a week that he’s 100% serious about raising a child with you. at any moment, he’s ready to step up and be by your side until your world stops spinning. god, he’d do anything for you, he thinks.
and you know he would. it’s so easy to picture a future with eric. but honestly, present time doesn’t seem right to bring a human being into the world. you’d be adding someone into the picture for the rest of your life— and not saying that you don’t want kids, but you had to be realistic about a multitude of things. you’d love to have eric’s kids someday, but not right now.
“come on, baby… i’ll be a good daddy.” he begs for the nth time one night, currently in between your legs, pressing his lips against the plush of your inner thighs.
he hums and sighs in a love daze, overwhelmed by your being. he’s feening to eat you out and pound that pussy until he fills you up so much, that you’ll finally have a positive pregnancy test. dying to see you stuffed with his seed and carry a swollen belly that resulted because of him.
“you’d be such a perfect momma.” his voice is low and desperate, shutting up for a moment as he dives in between your folds, pushing his tongue out to slurp and suck on your wetness.
“aghh—mhm, fuck, eric!.” his mouth on your pussy makes you sound out aching whimpers, arching your back as your core tingles from his wet muscle lavishing your sex.
his hands on your hips keep you strapped down to the bed, not letting you inch or squirm away so he could continue navigating his wet muscle, eventually enclosing his lips over your engorged clit.
he traces around it with his tongue and suckling on it like it’s glazing his tastebuds in sweetness, stimulating the thousands of nerves it possesses.
your cries of pleasure motivates him to give you more, it always does. his dick twitches like crazy as he attempts to push his tongue past your hole, grunting himself as he longs to pop that pussy with his cock.
“let me fill up that pussy, please? wanna get you pregnant so fuckin’ bad.” he pleads with his eyes as he looks up just to meet your gaze, voice rumbling with want.
your state is elevated by ecstasy. everything he does to your body is torturous pleasure. it’s so taunting and lethal, yet sexy and erotic. you’d always want more of it. fuck, you’re so overwhelmed by his mouth and presence in this position that you’d let him have you in anyway he craves.
so you have to fuck around and say yes, moaning hurriedly for him to fuck you or else tears will come out from frustration.
and while his cock burrows into your canal, drilling that squelching hole until the cum in his balls empties out all the sweet semen he has to offer, you both are locked in heaven, panting and groaning obscenities in between raw kisses.
the baby making process is addictive. round after round is enticing and done. the sex was just too good.
but despite what you told eric so he could fuck you senseless, you take a plan b the next day and pray for your next period. LMAO!
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is always there for you and a shoulder to cry on. at the end of the day, he’s also your best friend. you’ve been together for some time now that he can you read you like a damn book. he can tell when you’re not feeling like yourself.
like today, when you came home, your expression seemed empty. conversations were mainly initiated by him, your responses that followed being dry and monotonous.
it wasn’t long before he approached you gently, assuring you that he was always present to listen to your highs and lows, encouraging you to talk to him.
shortly after that, you broke down, confessing what a shitty day you’ve had. all your issues came crashing down on you, even some that you swore you’d bottle up for good.
it left a lump in his throat seeing you break down. he’ll never truly know that hardships you’ve endured, dealing with mental battles and instances that left you defeated and hurt. if it were up to him, you’d only shed tears of happiness, never experiencing any negative emotion.
all he can do is comfort you within his arms, holding your weeping being that shrinks in his hold, reaching for the anchor that is him. he kisses your hair, whispering that he’s got you and reminding you that it’s okay to let it all out.
after awhile, your shallow breaths and sobs have ceased. the calm after the storm was reeling in, still being coddled and sat over eric’s lap as you leaned into his chest.
your eyelids are puffy from all the crying, eyes still sad and fragile from the long day. his thumb swipes the surface of your cheek, thinking about how it’s such a pain in his heart to see his girl cry.
but now that you’ve calmed down, his mind gets to thinking. he can’t help but find it attractive that he’s your safety net and protector in this cruel world. your vulnerability exposes and your walls break down for him to witness openly.
nobody knows you like he does. nobody can hold you like he does. nobody can be there for you like he does
it makes his dick so hard to have pride of being your source of comfort. you were as strong as steel and he was deemed safe enough for you to allow yourself to crack and give him both the pretty and ugly.
that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
the prodding and sudden hardness felt underneath your bum makes you adjust and shift yourself just a bit to see if your suspicion is correct, hearing a small sound of discomfort come out from eric.
“are you actually for real right now? did me crying seriously make you hard?!?”
can’t say that you’re surprised.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is profoundly possessive. his hands? always on you. his name is found next to pda in the dictionary. he’s constantly hugging you— even in public when you’re trying to pay for your lingerie at victoria’s secret. he holds your waist and rubs the sides of your body as you check out, making your skin flush as you guys are probably making everyone around severely uncomfortable. afterwards, you swat at his head and complain that he was doing too much. have some decorum!
at parties, if he’s not following you like a guard dog, he’s watching you like a hawk. he doesn’t dictate your outfit choices or prevents you from dressing however you wish. in fact, he loveddd when you chose to put your body in mini skirts, let your nipples prod hard through your shirt and expose your midriff. you’re so sexy and flaunting your assets made his eyes practically fly out of his sockets in seventh heaven.
he’ll without a doubt have you pulled into his lap, sat like a good girl and giggling with a red cup filled with god knows what in hand as he felt you up. his mouth easily latched onto your neck and collarbones, sucking so intently that the skin turned into beautiful, harsh hues of purple. it was like you were horny, dumb teenagers again.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is clingy to the max. like already said, his hands will always find away towards you. all kinds of physical intimacy are up his alley. he’s fond of cuddles, kisses, hand-holding and hugs!!! bro is such a huge softie.
eric is so down bad. your touch has him turning into putty. it’s a challenge to keep his hands to himself so he’s usually initiating the touches, but you’ll also shower him with affection.
like for example, one of his favorite pillows was your lap. laying in your lap with your hand playing with his hair brought peace to his mind. he could practically growl from how delicious it felt to get his hair twirled and scalped raked, often sending him into a slumber because of how comforting it was.
you loved squishing his cheeks with your fingers and speaking to him in a tone that was so babyish, only meant to be heard behind closed doors by him. you’d kiss every square inch of his face, reminding him what a handsome boy he was. you could practically see his pupils transform into hearts when he was overindulged in affection.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who loves praises and compliments, but also doesn’t mind when you degrade him. he could strike off as dominant to some as much as he’d like, but you know he’s got a subby side to him. and if anything, he’s practically deaf to any degradation in his mind, it still translates as attention. and any attention has his imaginary tail wagging in glee!
he was such a sucker for “good boy” his posture springing upright instantaneously when you called him such. it’s not easy to admit that it makes his cock twitch when he hears that, even if it’s not meant for him.
but he also likes when you call him a whore, horndog, pervert, or when the tone in your voice is strict and stern, ordering him to behave when he acts up or does something stupid.
he’s utterly ravenous and pathetically desperate during intimate hours or just in general when it comes to you. he’s like a court jester doing tricks and following orders to please you— his queen. your approval, satisfaction, and happiness came before anything else. we love a good boy who listens to his woman!
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who although can be a bit chaotic, playful, “too much” and a little too eager sometimes, he’s still pouring out with so much love for you. he’s sweeter than sugar, there for you like a guardian angel, and deserves so much kindness from the world.
obviously you’re biased, but you believe he is the only man ever. <3
[☀︎] — sangyeon. grounding, almost like he provides stability. likes it if your head is on his chest with his arm wrapped around your back. he definitely pulls your thigh up to rest over his waist and holds it there. this man is a sucker for thighs. even if they’re small. especially if they’re thicker <3! prefers to sleep in this position naked because he just loves the skin-to-skin contact (in a non-sexual way)!!!
[☀︎] — jacob. he’s not the smothering/overly affectionate type of sleeper. jacob would put his arm out for you to lay on, and sometimes embrace you. you’d put your arm on his chest and snuggle your head under his. your warmth is soothing to him. but he also likes to leave his arm out, so that it’s easier to just slide it out and go. if you’re really clinging onto him, he’ll hug you, wait for you to drift off, and then slowly roll you away to get more space in bed.
[☀︎] — younghoon. it’s so hard to get a good nights rest with him sometimes. he rolls around, switching sides fairly often, swinging his legs and arms out, and having whole boxing matches. it’s bad because he isn’t even conscious of it. and when you tell him, he’s so confused. it’s just best for you to sleep at the edge of the bed. if you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or something, younghoon would sit up and wait for you to come back, the weight lifting on your side of the bed is enough to pull him out of whatever dream he was in. my advice, don’t go back!
[☀︎] — hyunjae. he has to have something in his arms to sleep, making him the bigger spoon. you curl into his body tightly with your face against his chest, your arms around his torso, and your arms intertwined with him. when he turns, you turn. you’re not going anywhere at night. he probably snores a bit but the soft snores where its like breathing and not annoying obviously. if you guys weren't spooning, he'll have a leg possibly out of the covers or with his knee bent up.
[☀︎] — juyeon. he just goes with whatever you’re feeling, honestly. he doesn’t really mind. if you want to sleep on your side, he’s ready to spoon you. if you’re cold, he’s ready to hold you on top of him. if you’re emotional or if you just had a fight, he usually holds you in his arms and you two lay there until you fall asleep. he respects you when you want space or get hot and don’t want to cuddle, even if its hard for him not to grab your hand at the very least. he’s flexible and is willing to do whatever, as long as you both can sleep well.
[☀︎] — kevin. you two are usually intertwined at the legs. he likes to rest his head on your chest listening to each beat, while feeling your chest rise and fall. his arms would be wrapped around your waist. another position he likes is snuggling his head up close into the crook of your neck. sometimes you feel his soft hair tickle your face. loves when you run your fingers through his hair or massage his scalp with the pads of your fingers.
[☀︎] — new (chanhee). he gives you freedom to move around while you both sleep, as he hopes you would do the same for him. but eventually you both would find your way to each other through the night. probably end up in weird positions but still somehow touching each other in some way like; hands holding, legs intertwined, or even just on top of each other at this point.
[☀︎] — q (changmin). sleeping together was a bit odd at first with you and changmin. he was used to sleeping on his side or back, while you were used to sleeping on your stomach. so, at first you didn’t know how to sleep together, but within the first night that problem was solved. you lied on your stomach like normal, and he lied on his side with one leg and arm draped over your back.
[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. he sleeps best when he is the little spoon, it makes him feel secure, not alone. he’ll hold your hands against his stomach, keeping you as close as possible. you are quite happy with the sleeping arrangements yourself, it’s like hugging a big teddy bear. a warm one who would never let anything happen to you.
[☀︎] — sunwoo. is clingy and just loves to be touching you or likes when you play with his hair. he also prefers being the little spoon because he likes when you wrap your arms around him. you guys lay in that position and he tells you about his day. he asks you about your day too and if you stop playing with his hair he’d get pouty. “who told you to stop playing with my hair? wow. if you don’t love me anymore, just say so.” , “you’re so dramatic. i got a text message from kevin, gimme a second.” he definitely takes the phone out of your hand and returns it back to his head.
[☀︎] — eric. you two don’t have a specific sleeping position. one night will start with you sleeping on his shoulder and waking up with you literally laying on top of him. another night you’ll be the little spoon with him being the big spoon, and you’ll wake up on the far corner of the bed and him hanging off on the other side. you two are unpredictable when it comes to sleeping together.
Haknyeon said he “is no longer in contact with his former group members to avoid implicating them in any trouble, as they remain signed to ONE HUNDRED, but that he wants to speak out about his situation as a warning to other K-pop acts."
"I want people to know that the company doesn't protect their artists and isn't acting like a proper company. If I lose this case over something I didn't do...the companies will certainly abuse this kind of situation again."
knowing that sangyeon and kevin’s voices are still on 'still love you' because the track was supposed to be released for the their last album so that means haknyeon was originally on it but his voice was removed…. 100red count your fucking days
