〘BONNIE〙 so i was in the bath and uh, reading some stuff and uh, this happened? also i don’t think i named the member so it’s one of the boys? optional bias away! tell me who you can picture!
It was too hot. When you had gotten into the bath the water felt just right, in fact you could’ve had it a little hotter. You sank right into the water, the only light provided was from the ring of small candles you had around the edges of the bathtub: the soft scent of vanilla and apples.
You hadn’t tied up your hair, wanting to wash it later, so the bottom strands that fell around your neck and lower were almost submerged into the water with you. You didn’t mind it though, since all your hair was behind you and none of it lay on top of you to annoy you.
You usually took baths when you wanted to relax yourself and your muscles, bringing a book with you to read since you would spend hours in the water and you didn’t trust yourself with electronics. Your newlywed husband had left just minutes before you had gotten in the bath, kissing you on the forehead and wishing you a “good bath,” and that he would be “home it a few hours.” He knew you liked long baths and while he was extremely happy you took care of himself he was a self-proclaimed ‘attention whore’ and couldn’t stand to be without you for more than a couple hours, especially when he knew the two of you were in the same building. So you relished the fact he had to work today, sinking lower into the bubbly water.
You were almost seven chapters in when you noticed how hot you were, eyes lifting from the pages to the tiled wall across from you. You could feel the dampness on your arms, that hadn’t been submerged in the water at all. In an attempt to cool down a little without wasting water you pulled you hair up off of your neck and shifted your body down in the water so that most of your arms were now submerged, lifting a leg out of the water to rest against the side of the tub, knee bent and high in the air and your foot situated itself comfortably.
It was only ten minutes later when you felt the beads of water on your temple. As soon as you focused on this fact you could practically feel your pulse thrumming through your body, a steady -if slightly faster than usual- beating. It didn’t hurt you at all, like how you could feel the pulse in your temples trying to throw itself out of your head when you hurt yourself badly no, you knew why you would hear your pulse this time.
You lifted your other leg out of the water, crossing it over your other leg that had fallen so it was resting flat against the edge of the bath. You didn’t care if the floor got wet from the water on your leg as it hung over the bath, knowing the mat would catch the water, and you went back to reading your book — ignoring the small almost unnoticeable ache that grew in your crotch.
Unbeknownst to you, the position you just put your legs in had crossed your legs, putting pressure right where your body wanted it the most.
You couldn’t tell how long it had been when you finally had to move your leg so the one it was laying over could regain some blood flow. Not being particularly bothered about appearances anymore you let your leg rest on the other edge of the bathtub, opening your core up like a flower just bloomed. It was then that you realised you had been biting down so hard in your lip it was beginning to sting, the last chapter of your book completely forgotten. You let the book fall from your fingers and onto the floor, landing with a slight thump you hardly even heard all of your concentration directed to how absolutely needy you felt, clenching around nothing but hot water. It was no wonder you hadn’t heard the front door downstairs, or the footsteps that were getting closer to come and investigate the noise he had heard.
You had decided to sit up just as he entered the bathroom with a curious expression, darkening as he took in your flushed and damp face. Your eyes met his and you gave him a smile — one a mix between the innocent eyes you knew got him riled up and the sultry smirk you couldn’t keep from your lips.
“You’re home early.” You stated not bothering to cover your exposed breasts from his view as you reached to the dink’s basin where a facecloth hung.
He nodded, leaning against the doorframe while loosening his tie. “We got done quickly, still took almost four hours though.”
You were a little shocked that you had been in the bath for four hours but not terribly since you knew your longest bath was around the seven-hour mark.
“You look a bit hot.” He said, his tie falling from his hands and flying to the floor next to his feet. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, watching you watch his fingers as he played at his neck. When you shifted your gaze to his eyes and tried very hard to keep the smirk from your face, only the corners of your lips tweaking up into a smile. You ran the dry cloth over your face, collecting the water from your temples and forehead before moving down to your neck, leaning it back to give him the clear sight of your collar and chest, your eyes closing as you threw your head back.
When your eyes met his once more he was closer to the bathtub now, his long sleeves cuffed and rolled up to his elbows. He plucked the facecloth from your fingers as you sank back down into the water, the bubbles completely gone giving him such a crystal-clear sight of your body. One hand made its way behind your neck and lifted you up slightly, so he could thread his fingers through your hair and capture your lips with his. His other hand found itself at the knee closest to him, tenderly pulling it up and out of the water and letting your left leg rest against the side of the bath once again. As his lips left yours you found yourself biting down on your bottom lip, staring up at him through your lashes as your breathing became harder: your chest visibly lifting up and down. He tutted slightly both hands moving at the same time. The one at your neck twist round to the front, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth as he gripped your throat gently. The other slowly made its way from your knee down your thigh. You almost wanted to buck your hips up so his hand would descend faster, but you let the thought go as your lip popped out from your teeth and a whine followed, almost echoing around the room.
He let out a low chuckle, eyes darkening as he let them wander down your body. “You look like heaven to me, must be my lucky day,” he spoke, voice deeper than it was mere minutes ago. You would’ve blushed, words ready to leave your lips as you cut yourself of with another whine — his palm finally cupping you right of your throbbing core.
The thumb at your mouth raced your bottom lip slowly before sinking into your mouth just as the fingers at your center did the same – a singular digit entering your sensitive hole. His motions were agonisingly slow, pumping into you through the water like it was so dense his hand had no choice but to move slowly. Your mouth closed around his thumb, teeth threatening to bite down gently as he thrusted a finger back into you.
He tutted at you as your teeth grazed the knuckle of his thumb, pulling his hand away from your mouth to hook back around the front of your neck. His hold wasn’t tight and tender like you were used to – a common practice the two of you partook in during sex – and by the look in his eyes you could tell he wanted to try something different this time.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
His voice was deep, his eyes were dark and stern. They watched your face for any indication of discomfort but all you felt was the familiar tinge of excitement. After a few seconds you sucked in a deep breath only catching a glimpse of his grin before you plunged underwater. You weren’t sure if it was you who had sunk into the water or if it was him who had pushed you down by the neck – not hard enough to bruise, he knew his strength – that had made the action so quick some water splashed out of the bathtub and on to the floor.
As your top half was submerged, your bottom half had raised, coming out of the water slightly. You shivered at the feeling of the cool air of the bathroom outside of the warm water, the feeling of cold air against your clit almost felt heavenly and then he thrusted another finger inside you. Your back arched, your breasts breaking the water’s seal, nipples hardening even more as they came into contact with the cool air. The hand closest to him as come to meet his bare arm, your fingers digging into the skin as you defeated the urge to open your mouth.
The hand around your neck loosened a little, like his concentration was lost to something else. You didn’t have time to wonder where his mind was because in the next second there was a heat against your clit you knew could only be his mouth.
The position he was in must’ve been uncomfortable, you were sure of it, but you really couldn’t care less. Your jaw dropped, water rushing to your open mouth, as his speed picked up amicably. Your other hand wrapped around his hand at your neck, not yet too far gone to use your safety touch. The two of you had determined a special touch you would give his arm if you felt like you needed a break or if you felt like you weren’t going to come back safely. Your lower body shuddered as you felt an orgasm build up, his fingers moving inside you with speed and power while his hot breath and skilled tongue tipped you over the edge. You tugged on his arm in a certain way, needing to come up for air. It happened almost instantly – something you were always grateful, you had been with other men who would take a few seconds to register what you needed but with him, he never hesitated to make sure you were safe – his hand left the front of your neck to twist to the back, helping you emerge from underwater.
You couched a little, chest breathing heavily as you blinked at him, waiting for the water blurring your vision to clear. Once he made sure you were alright his attention turned back to his fingers in your core, thrusting in and out with enough pace to let you ride out your orgasm. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders as he slowed his fingers, your legs twitching as your core become over sensitive. As you calmed down you lifted your other hand, cupping his face to pull him into a gently kiss. You could feel him smiling against your lips as they connected.
“Such a good girl.” He practically purred into your ear as you pulled away to rest your head in the crook of his neck. His arms slipped underneath your legs, pulling you out of the water as he stood up – a little awkwardly but you couldn’t blame him, he was knelt down when he picked you up – and exited the bathroom, not caring for the trail of water puddled you left as he entered the bedroom. Once on the bed, laid out before him, you felt the swell of excitement building back up in your tummy as your gazed connected and his hand had travelled to unbutton his trousers.
You were ready for him for now, you felt all too cold without him.
⟶ for @kiwibaekie uh pregnant!reader bc dad!chan makes me uwu?
“Is your seatbelt on?”
“Yes, dad.” You grumbled sarcastically, actually taking the seat belt and plugging it in, so it was secure. You hadn’t even started moving yet. Chan grinned cheekily at your and gave you a little wink.
“Gotta keep you safe. You’re precious cargo.” He laughed, finally driving off from the gas station. You didn’t reply, not sure if you found his comment to be a compliment or an insult, grumbling under your breath as you massaged small circles into your slowly growing tummy.
When you had realised you were pregnant everything was going great! Chan was ecstatic, and your unborn child already had eight uncles completely whipped for them. Then the sickness kicked in, about a month in and right now you weren’t feeling so good and driving in a car for three hours straight was taking a toll.
You felt a had gently cover yours, catching your attention from the window. “We’re almost there, just a few more miles.” Chan smiled at you. You let out a small sigh, finger lacing with his on your bump. “Then you can sleep in my memory foam bed and I’ll tell my mum to make that pasta you like.” You lifted your joined hands and kissed the back of his gently, not having to open your mouth to say thank you. You gave Chan a warm yet tired smile as you felt the pain killers kick in and ease your headache, mumbling a small ‘love you’ as you turned to look out the window once again.
When you got married, you knew his job was time-consuming and significant. Seonghwa was the CEO of his own company - should any one thing go wrong they whole business could crumble. You knew this.
You supported him to the best of your ability - you were understanding when he had to answer phone calls during dinner, when he had to stay up late answering emails leaving you to fall asleep alone, when he had to leave for impromptu meetings in order to fix something urgent. You knew he loved you.
That didn’t mean you weren’t hurt any less.
On the evening of your third anniversary as a married couple, you both read the text message he recieved in the middle of dinner - a text from his assistant with the word emergency in all captitals. When she phoned him a minute later you could hear the panic in her voice as her words rushed out in a inaudible jumble and you gathered yourself together to plaster on a smile to cover the hurt your heart was about to go under.
Once Seonghwa had ended the call he didn’t move from his chair oppisote you. Confused, your eyebrows furrowed as you leant forward to rest a hand upon one of his, that were clenched into fists.
“What are you waiting for?” You asked, voice only just loud enough to carry over to him against the bustle of the resturant around you.
His jaw was clenched and his eyes had closed and he grasped you hand in his, hands relaxing only slightly.
“Hwa?”
His words came out as a whisper. “It’s our anniversary.”
“This is important.”
“You are important too.” His voice was louder now, finally looking up at you, eyes both hardened and welling up with tears. “You are the most important thing in my life and i’m constantly leaving you for something much less important. I cant stand it anymore.”
You smiled at him, standing up from your chair and leaving a large sum of money on the table before taking his hands in yours and leading him out of the resturant. “Then we’ll go together.”
San never had been a light sleeper, it just happened that he would always wake up when you needed him. It wasn’t a common occourance, that you would wake him up due to your tossing and turning.
As his eyes fluttered open he looked down to notice you were no longer curled up against his side - the way you usually were - in fact, you weren’t even on the bed with him anymore.
Almost scrambling out of bed, San made his way towards the sounds of muffled sobbing coming from you ensuit bathroom. You stood, plams holding you up against the sink, with your head down against your chest and eyes closed.
“Y/N?” San asked, making sure not to scare you too much. “Can I touch you?” He whispered, hands hovering by your forearms. When you nodded slightly he waisted no time before pulling you into his arms and resting his head on top of yours. He rocked you side to side gently, waiting for your breathing to calm and your tears to stop.
“Thank you.” Your voice was scratchy as you whispered, not looking at him just yet.
“You wanna tell me about this one?”
You shook your head. This dream you didn’t want to re-live.
“You can tell me anything.” San pressed a kiss to your temple.
for your 400 follower special, can i get 66 with either hyunjin from skz or jongho from ateez?
[22:41] [F and a lil S] (female reader)
As the air left from your lungs, your fingers loosened their grip on the blanket underneath you and your vision coming back to you, Hyunjin pressed one last kiss to the skin of your inner thigh.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows just in time to catch the smirk Hyunjin threw up at you as he withdrew himself from your body.
“Have fun?” His voice was deep, thick with emotion as he came back to your body, settling himself gently on top of you, careful not to put all his weight on your chest. Your nose scrunched up a little as you pouted at him, you had never liked being teased.
“Kiss up.” You mumbled, struggling to hold back your tired smile as you felt him laugh above you, his breath hitting your cheek gently. As you gathered your strength to try and sit up his hand shot out to press against your shoulder with tender force.
“Stay over.” He whispered, voice no longer playful.
“Why?” You replied, this wasn’t what you guys did.
“I...” He paused, looking up into your eyes, “I just don’t want you to leave right now.”
〘BONNIE〙 love me a boyfriend!jaehyun, I hope you like it! Also 70’s!au bc I can
“I’ll walk you home.”
“Jae, I live across the street.”
“I just want to spend every second with you until your curfew.” He grinned, taking hold of your hands and pulling you up to your feet. “We can take the long way ‘round.”
“Yeah right! We’ve got a minute tops till my dad comes out the door with his polished shot gun demanding his little girl get back into the house. He likes you, but he still sits there and polishes that old thing every night.” You giggled, intertwining your fingers with his.
You waved a small goodbye to Jaehyun’s parents as the two of you walked out his front door. While you did live across the road from Jaehyun, it wasn’t directly the house across but instead a few houses down the street. With laced fingers the two of you slowly made your way down the pavement. You didn’t feel the need to talk, just being with one another was more than enough.
Once you were right outside your door Jaehyun turned you to face him and pressed a kiss to your lips. He lent one arm against the front of your house and cupped the back of your head with his hand as you stoop on your tip-toes to kiss him back, arms snaking around his neck to the best of your ability.
You were pulled away by the sound of Jaehyun’s watch going off at the same time a knock from inside the door startled the two of you. The two of you shared a look and then burst into laughter, watching the blurred figure of your father retreat from behind the door. “Right on time miss.” Jaehyun grinned, tapping his watch. 8:00pm.
“See you tomorrow?” You asked, reaching up to kiss him quickly and retreated into your house before he could say no, a shy smile taking over your face.
“See you tomorrow.” He whispered, a stupid grin on his own face as he practically ran back to his house.
49. "Call me when you get home" with nct mark pls :)
[02:55] [F] (female reader)
〘BONNIE〙uhh I don’t know where this came from but here! have bad boy mark!
“Call me,” you started voice leaving you with your breath, “when you,” He cut you off again with another kiss, “get home.”
The position the two of you were in was quite… peculiar. Mark was the one mostly out of your window, his body balancing on your stooped roof while his head and arms were still inside. He sent you a smirk, pulling you to him once more, bringing you in for another kiss that would take even more of your breath. Your face was cupped in his hands, his shoulders under your own hands and you tried to stead yourself against the awkward windowsill.
“What? You haven’t got enough of me yet?” Mark’s voice was deep now, not quite a whisper as he spoke into your ear. You resisted the urge to shiver as you bit your lip and looked away from im, the tell-tale signs that a blush was taking over your skin – the soft pink colour that Mark adored so much.
“No, I just want to make sure you’re home safely.” You mumbled, dropping your head to his shoulder, the chilled leather of his jacket cooling down your cheeks. He chuckled softly, patting your hair gently and pressing a kiss to your crown.
“I’ll call you.” He promised before jumping from your roof, holding on to the tree he had used to climb up to steady him. Once he was situated back on his motorbike he looked back up at you and waved tenderly. You watched him speed off into the morning’s night with a growing smile on your face.
I wasnt sure if i should semd these separate but 7. "I dreamt about you last night" for Ateez Seonghwa And 14. "Can i have this dance?" For Ateez San
[13:13] [F and a lil S] (female reader)
〘BONNIE〙I hope it’s not too much dialogue and not enough blurb!
“I dreamt about you last night.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.”
You took a minute to say anything else, laying on your back as you floated in the water of Seonghwa’s back garden pool. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight, her warm rays giving you an excuse to use his pool for the first time since he bought the house. You had your eyes closed – despite the thick rimmed sunglasses that adorned your face – just thinking about his words for a while.
“Well, what was it about?”
“What was what about?”
“Your dream.”
“Oh.”
Now it was Seonghwa who fell silent. He was sat on the side of the pool, legs in the water as he simply watched you float a few inches away from him. Your hair spread out around you in the water, the contrast to the clear blue water of the pool framing your head like an extravagant head piece. The sun gave your skin a warm glow and the way the water reflected on your body to create diamond-like patterns against your skin made Seonghwa tongue tied.
He didn’t know why he told you he had a dream last night, a small blush raising to his cheeks as he recalled it. The way your voice sounded as you sighed out his name, the way your body twisted under his touch in a way only he’d be able to give you; the way your skin felt against his; the way your lips felt against his; the way –
“Hwa?”
He looked up at you now, noticing you had stopped floating and now were looking directly at him. In a split decision he pushed himself off the side and dunked himself under the water. There was no way he was telling you about his dream now.
