dom sungho ⟢ who punishes you by making you ride his thigh, fingering your cunt and stopping just as your about to cum while spanking you-- making sure you'll never forget to follow the rules again <3
dom sungho ⟢ using you like a toy
sub sungho ⟢ dressing your pretty boy up and teaching him how to ride a dildo, what he doesn't know is your training him to take your strap <3
sub sungho ⟢ rocking into your hand as you pump him, his pretty clothes half off
riwoo
dom riwoo ⟢ cunt slaps <3
sub riwoo ⟢ who only wears his thigh highs when he wants you to peg him stupid
bunny hybrid!sub riwoo ⟢ poor little bunny humping the air while his owner laughs and films him :(
jaehyun
sub jaehyun ⟢ stupid mutt tried going outside on his own today, so you leashed him up and pumped him dumb
bp!sub jaehyun ⟢ when given the signal, jaehyun wastes no time humping your thigh like a bitch in heat
masochist!sub!jaehyun ⟢ hashtag that awkward moment when playing a kinky couples card game turns into you stepping on your subs cock !
taesan
dom taesan ⟢ he knows your horny. and he doesn't care. he's going to cum, and you're gonna stand there and help like a good girl.
dom taesan ⟢ teasing your sensitive nipples
sub taesan ⟢ in his pretty pearly lingerie, you've been edging taesan for hours... even the smallest touch to his cock makes him arch his back up and whine into the air. maybe you'll stop soon, maybe you won't !
sub taesan ⟢ pouncing on your sub as soon as he comes home from work-- you could care less about the kind of day he had, or if he's tired.
leehan
sub leehan ⟢ is such a squirmer for his mommy
sub brat leehan ⟢ who caused so much trouble for you that you had to call in back up!
sub leehan ⟢ who loves when you play with him in his pajamas
HAAAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN ! ~ 🍈
halloween is the one night a year a girl can goon to boynextdoor nsfw links and nobody is allowed to judge ~ 🍓
est. relationship, fluff, skinship, slightly suggestive at some point, mention of party and alcohol
💫: I don't remember where i saw this 'cause as a baby onedoor I'm trying to catch up with everything at once, but the strict sungho agenda got me. That's so hot of him, by all the Gods
Park Sungho
taking the lead the second he feels you're uneasy
Sungho doesn't want you to feel small next to him, that's why he lets you argue with your friends when they start talking bullshit. Resting deep into his chair with his arms crossed, he observes silently the conversation going on. He knows you can stand for yourself, that you're confident and he loves that about you.
But the second your friend starts talking louder, and he feels you're being overflowed, he steps in immediately.
"I think you're gonna calm down if you want to go on," he warned plainly at first, cutting your friend without a second thought.
He didn't move a finger, but his eyes turned colder. "You do not talk to her like that."
He doesn't play when it comes to you, everybody knows it, but it never fails to make your stomach flip. You can't help but find him incredibly hot every time he gets his point without really doing anything, even more if it's to protect you.
wrap his hand around your waist to guide you
"I'm sure I showed you yesterday, Sungho," you argue gently as you walk around a store, looking for a specific sweatshirt.
You really wanted to buy it for him, for no particular reason besides that it would look great on him, but he just couldn't remember what it looked like. He lets you, not having the heart to tell you it was nothing since this you were so invested.
You were making your way to the man's part when you took your phone out of your pocket without stopping in a corner.
"I'll find it quickly, wait," you muttered in your beard.
"Go on," his voice is soft at your focus state, and there's a sweet smile on his lips.
His hand wrapped immediately around your waist, bringing you a little closer to him as he guided you through the store. His pace slowed down and he became more conscious of his environment so you wouldn't accidentally bump into something or someone.
You're too focused to realize it at first, but when you finally show him your phone again, you can feel the firm grip he has on you and your heart skips a beat.
"Ah this one ! It's really pretty yeah, I'd love it actually," he smiled down to you, not realizing the effect he actually had on you one bit.
he's good with kids
Sungho was waiting for you to come out of the restroom with your half-cold coffee in hand before you two could go on with your shopping day. It’s been planned for a while now, but since he was really busy with uni, you had to wait some more.
He was scrolling on his phone before something moving in front of him caught his attention. Looking up, his eyes fell on a little girl walking around in front of the coffee shop next to him, holding on her red dress tightly as her eyes kept darting around too fast to seem normal. Frowning a little, to put his phone in his pocket as he takes the few steps separating him from her, before crouching down in front of her.
“Hey there, are you alone ? Where’s your mom ?” he asked gently, putting on a reassuring smile despite being worried.
She simply shook her head, her face suddenly turning into a deep frown before falling into his arms with tears in her eyes. Her small hands clinging to his shirt made his heart sink, as he held her without a second thought.
"You're alright, you're alright," he sooth gently, rubbing her back, hoping she'll stop crying.
“Sungho ?” Turning around as your worried voice reached his ears, he managed her weight with one arm so he wouldn’t spill your drink, and walked to you.
“She was walking alone so I checked but she lost her parents,” he explained quickly, giving you your coffee back before holding her properly.
Your heart skipped a beat when he held her tighter, pushing her hair away from her face while tilting his head lightly, checking on her silently. His voice was softer than you’ve ever heard and for a second, you couldn’t help but think he’ll be a great father.
“We should walk her to the security post and wait with her,” you said finally, ignoring the pounding of your heart at the sight of your boyfriend with a baby girl in his arms, stroking her cheek sweetly instead.
What you didn’t know was that it had the same effect on him.
Lee Sanghyuk – Riwoo
fix your jewelry
“I’m so anxious and for what, huh ?” you complained, trying to stay still in your seat as Riwoo drove you to work this morning. You wake up late to go with the bus, so he offered to drive you there so you didn’t have to rush.
“You have a big day in front of you, cut yourself some slack,” he tried to calm your nerves down by taking your hand, but it didn’t seem to work as well as both of you’d like.
Your whole day was planned with big meetings, with various investors so the brand you work for could extend itself on the market. You’re not even sure you’ll have time to eat and you had to wake up late on top of that ? You were cursed.
Parking in front of your company, you took a deep breath before turning towards him one last time, flashing him your best puppy eyes.
“Do I look ok ? Is my makeup fine ? Be honest, I can still fix it –”
He moved before you could finish your sentence. Slowly, he fixed your necklace that might have turned around in the rush, then placed a strand of hair behind your ear so the pretty pair of earrings you had on was now showing. Your heart stopped for a second, you were sure of it, and now your cheeks were burning under the thick layer of makeup. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, your breath getting caught in your lungs as he smiled at you. Brushing his knuckles against your cheek on the way back, he flashed you a content smile.
“You look amazing, don’t be too hard on yourself today,” he mumbled before leaning in and leaving a kiss on your lips.
Grabbing his face more roughly than you intended, you kissed him again. “I love you,” you said against his lips before taking your bag and exiting the car, not without thanking him one last time.
rub his chin when he doesn’t understand something
Sitting on the couch next to him, you’ve been trying to explain to him how you build your character for the last 10min, but that didn’t seem to get through his skull. He was frowning at your phone like it told him to call a waiter, one of his hands holding his face frustratingly.
“I don’t get it,”, he said plainly as his fingers ran over his soft skin, rubbing his chin once again.
A bubbly giggle left your lips. “Yeah, I can tell. See, if you take this artifact…”
He asked you because he was curious and wanted to know more about this game you talked so much, so you did your best for him to understand what was going on, but he seemed so upset about it, it made your heart jump in your chest.
It was a whole, the fact that he clicks his tongue, how he rubs his chin over and over as he focuses on your fingers running around the screen, his frown deepening as he titles his head – god, he is gonna be the end of you.
“I can’t do this,” you say out of the blue, leaving your phone next to you before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.
Pushing him down on the sofa with you, his breath hitched at first, but he didn't waste a second before his hands found your waist, kissing you with the same need you showed him.
“All of that ?” he asked sarcastically when you pulled away to catch your breath, making you blush.
“Shut it,” you cut him off, kissing him again, but he certainly wouldn’t argue with that.
remember details
You couldn’t hide your smile as Riwoo sat across from you at a restaurant. There wasn’t any occasion, you just mentioned being too tired to cook over the phone as you stepped out of work so he invited you for diner. It was nothing big, a casual restaurant the two of you go often, but it warmed your heart anyway.
“What is it ?” he asked, a little nervous as you kept on smiling.
“Nothing, I’m just happy to eat with you,” you said with a small shrug, waiting for your order.
The date goes smoothly, jumping topics between work and what is going on between your boss and his secretary, to his dance classes, or even what Taesan did last night to get him screaming over the phone. The wait between the courses is filled with small gasps and giggles, so neither of you bother the table behind you, but still enjoy your time together.
When your main course arrived, your eyes widened happily as you clapped your hands together and started eating without a second thought while coming back to your boss’ affair. You got cut by Riwoo picking his chopstick and removing the tomato from your plate without a word, still listening to you talking when he ate it before sitting back in his seat.
His eyes locked with yours as you stopped talking, so he gestured to you to go on with a quick nod, not knowing your heart just fluttered at how nonchalantly he just picked what you hate from your dish.
“Thank you,” you muttered, looking at your plate all flushed now as he giggled at your reaction.
“It’s not even the first time I do this,” he commented as he started eating himself.
You didn’t answer because he was right, it wasn’t, yet, it never fails to make your heart skip a beat and start beating faster.
Myung Jaehyun
Drive with one hand
Parking right in front of the store you work at, it doesn't take you more than a minute to get in the car, sighing deeply as you sit heavily next to him.
"Sorry I'm late," Jaehyun says, checking you from head to toe to see if you stayed too long under the rain or not.
"No it's fine, thanks for driving me home," you said quietly, feeling all the stress and tiredness falling on your shoulders.
"Always."
Laying deep into your seat, you watch the busy traffic with tired eyes. None of you talk, you rarely do when you clock out of work – too tired after spending the whole day forcing smiles. Jaehyun never minded, sometimes he filled the silence, sometimes not. Tonight he doesn't.
Instead, it’s the playlist he made for you that does, playing all the way back to your shared apartment and he simply hums along with it. His cheek is resting against his hand, laying on the edge of the window. He only had one hand on the wheel as he waited for the green light.
He seems bored, but who wouldn't be – he had a long day on his side too. You can't help but stare at him instead of the traffic, a dreamy smile on your face. Your confident boyfriend shatters under your gaze after he locks eyes with you, a shy smile creeping to his lips.
"What ?" he giggles nervously as he starts driving again.
"Nothing, you're just hot," you say without a second thought at first, then you feel your cheeks heat up.
"I'm not," he sighed but you can tell the compliment went straight to his heart.
You're both flustered, Jaehyun’s hiding his mouth with his free hand and you're back to look through the window, but with a happy smile on your lips.
arch a brow when he’s unimpressed
You didn’t know what was up with this guy, but you surely didn’t want to find out. You didn’t give him a second thought when you came to order two more drinks for you and Jaehyun so he didn’t have to leave the conversation he had going on, but maybe you wished he went instead. That guy was talking to you with a smirk tug on the corner of his lips, laying – supposedly – nonchalantly on the counter while you waited for your drinks, and you hated it. Not that you answered him even once, but he kept on pushing on your arm so you would give him the attention he was begging for.
Clicking your tongue, you were about to finally tell him to fuck off when a hand landed on your waist. Pulling you behind him without even opening his mouth, Jaehyun titled his head to the guy, his silent way to ask him what was going on. Your heart started racing in your chest at how protective he gets and so quickly. One of his hands was still extended toward you protectively, making your breath hitch but you hold back from holding it now.
“Who the fuck are you ? I was about to bring her home,” he clearly had one too many drinks and wasn’t impressive at all, making Jaehyun arch a brow.
“Sure, I’d like to see that happen,” he replied dangerously low, before turning around without another word for him.
Instead, his arm wrapped around you who were already holding both your drinks and walked you back to your table. A long sigh left his lips as he held you closer, leaning his head into yours.
“I’m going next time, hum ?” he almost pleaded in your ear.
You nodded, but honestly, you wouldn’t mind being flirted with if you get to see this hot side of him every time.
when his voice get deeper
Coming out of the shower, Jaehyun crashed on the bed next to you without a word but a deep sigh – you swore he just emptied his lungs. Leaving your phone to the side, you rolled closer to him.
“Tired baby ?” you asked softly, your hand finding his back to rub small circles on his soft, still hot from the shower skin.
“Yeah,” he sighed, his voice deep in fatigue, and your stomach did a flip.
You’re very much aware of the effect his deep voice has on you, and when he’s tired, he can’t really force his voice higher like he’s used to, making your heart beats faster. Moving swiftly after a second, you sat on his lower back with your hands already laying on his shoulders.
“How about a massage ?” you asked gently, pushing on the knot in his tensed shoulders, winning a deep, guttural groan.
“You’re an angel,” he commented breathy, relaxing under your touch.
You tried to ignore how deep any sounds coming from him are as you worked your fingers skillfully on his muscles, you really did but there’s so much you can take from him being topless under you – and making such noises at the same time.
Leaving a kiss between his shoulder blades, you sat back next to him while he lifted his face from the pillow, puzzled. He’s about to ask something when your hands grab his shoulders, turning him around quickly so he lays flat on his back.
“Babe ?” his voice is slightly higher, but it can’t be helped now as you sat on his pelvis.
“Maybe I can help you relax in another way now,” you offered, bending over until your lips brush against his without really kissing him.
A breath moaned left his lips before capturing yours for real, his hands already going up to grab the fat of your hips.
Han Dongmin – Taesan
gently manhandle you
"Careful baby," he whispered behind you as his hands grabbed your waist, pushing you gently to the side so he could open the drawer.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he moves you around so easily, making your heart beats faster. He barely had to put in the effort, too focus on making breakfast for the both of you as you prepared some coffee.
He wasn't even looking your way, still groggy about his early wake up but you couldn't help but stare longer than you realized. A smirk tugged on his lips as he stole a look at you.
"You're staring," he said nonchalantly, almost making you huff at him.
"It's nothing."
It wasn't really a lie, he does this all the time – it just works on you every time.
"If you say so," he shrugged casually, dressing the two plates. That's when you realized he knew very well what he was doing.
tilt his head and frown slightly when he doesn’t understand something
It's not unusual for the both of you to stay in the same room, doing your own things, without exchanging a word for hours. During that time, you can't help but stare at him from time to time and notice how tight his expression is when he's working.
When things don't go his way, he frowns lightly, knotting his eyebrows together tightly as he tilts his head to the side. Sometimes a deep sigh left his lips and you have to close your eyes because oh, how fucked you are.
"You're hot when you're troubled," you said absently, ignoring how down bad that sounds.
It took him out of his mind, straightening his back quickly. "What ?"
"You frown and tilt your head," you explained gently, imitating him as your eyes now locked with his. "That's hot."
He can't help the chuckle leaving his lips, nor the shy yet satisfied smile stretching on them as he shook his head.
"Thank you, I guess," he tries to sound nonchalant, but you can see the tip of his ears are red.
"You're welcome baby."
And you're very satisfied about it.
Leans in when he can’t hear you
The night was going well, he doesn't regret coming in the end, even though he wasn't really down to follow you at your friend's birthday at first. Talking with another guest that happened to have the same interests as him, Dongmin still makes sure to have an eye on you, being only a few steps away.
It was noisy, the rather small room was full of people walking around, talking and laughing at each other, so much he couldn't even hear the guy in front of him clearly.
He doesn't miss you when you make your way to him, a complicated look on his face. He's all ears within a second, dropping his conversation without a second thought to listen to you instead.
"Say, I really..." you started, but he can't figure what you're telling with the noises around.
Leaning in a little so you're closer to his ear, his hand finds your arm instinctively and your heart jumps in your chest. He's so tall compared to you, it actually surprised you to see him leaning in so much.
"Hum ?"
As your heart skipped a beat, you gulped hard to focus back on what you were saying, but your mind went blank for a second. So instead you shook your head and found your way in his arms, ignoring the guy's reaction as you hid your face in his chest.
"What baby ?" He chuckled, leaning in again so he talks to your ear. His hand now rests protectively on your waist.
"Nothing, I forgot. It wasn't important," you muttered, not over how down bad you are for him.
Lee Donghyun – Leehan
wet his lips
You've been looking at Donghyun for the last 10 minutes, and you were genuinely going nuts. He, without exaggeration, wet his lips at least 20 times and it was driving you crazy. You know he was just so busy, he didn’t notice he kept on doing it. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice it.
It left a glossy finish on his lips, all you wanted to do was to kiss him. Whatever you were doing on your phone was long forgotten as you couldn’t focus on it anymore. Leaving it on your lap, you sat up and grabbed his face gently so he would look at you. Surprise is written all over his face when he looks at you, the fish video still playing on his phone.
“You need to stop doing that,” you warned playfully, now making him frown.
“Stop what ?”
“Wetting your lips all the time,” you answered quickly, your finger tapping his lips twice. “They’re gonna get dry.”
And you were gonna lose your mind.
“You need to be more careful,” you nagged gently before leaving a kiss on his lips, feeling them stretched into a smile against yours.
“You’re always sharing your lip balm with me, so I think I’m ok,” he replied proudly, now taping your lips to prove his point.
stare at you when you’re not looking
Leehan has been silent for what felt like too long now. Not that he was the especially talkative type in the first place, but when it's the two of you in his room, he can give you random information before coming back to his things without a second glance. This hasn't happened in a long time.
Lifting your eyes up from your computer, searching for him – you locked eyes with him as he was already staring at you. Your heart flutters at the focus look on his face, as if he was studying your face a second ago so he could answer any exams if he needed to. He does that a lot, and it never fails to make your heart beat faster, or hard to breathe for a second.
"You're staring again," You said quietly, forgetting your laptop for a second.
"Hum, you're pretty," he answered mindlessly, his eyes falling to your lips for a second before locking up to you again.
"No, not right now," you chuckled unamused, pointing at your pajamas and messy hair.
"Yes right now," he argued, moving next to you in his bed. "I decide." He added, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, before crashing down next to you like a big cat.
talks about his interest
Sitting next to Leehan, your head rested on his shoulders as he pointed you at his fishes swimming around their tank. He was explaining to you the time it took for the aquarium to be ready, and you really tried your best to focus on that, but his voice was so slow and deep with fatigue, your mind kept drifting away.
Your eyes were fixed on his reflection on the glass of the tank instead of following his finger, drinking the words falling from his lips as your heart gets warmer. How did you manage to pull such a nerdy, yet hot boyfriend ? You ask yourself everyday what the Gods make.
His hair was falling on his face, hiding his eyes slightly, but he didn't move away as his head was resting on top of yours. A faint smile pushed the corner of your lips.
"You're really amazing," you muttered gently, nuzzling yourself in his neck.
"Am I?" he asked in a small chuckle.
"Hum, you know so much, i love listening to you," you confessed, still smiling but his way now as you looked up to him.
"You don't get bored?"
"Never," you shook your head. "It's hot."
You feel him tested under your touch.
"You think so ?" he asked then, a little hesitant but you could feel the smile in his voice.
You simply nodded, before encouraging him to go on, before he focused on it too much and made a comment that would make your heart explode.
Kim Woonhak
pock his cheek with his tongue when he’s focus
Pulling an all nighter to prepare for an exam the next morning wasn’t a first for you, in fact, it happened more than you’d like to admit, but it was a first with someone by your side. Your new boyfriend decided to stay with you through it this time, working on his own stuff on the other side of the room.
When 4 in the morning hit, your body was so tired, you couldn’t help but lay on your table for a second – doing your best from closing your eyes because you knew it was done if you did. Instead your eyes wandered around the room until they laid on Woonhak sitting on your couch, his laptop on his lap and his headset on. He didn’t move for the last hours as well, so focus on his laptop he didn’t even glance your way during this time. You checked.
Your mind slowed down as you took in every detail about his face. His hair almost falling in his eyes, the small acne scars forming a constellation on his cheek, how he pouted when he’s bothered – he was too cute to be true, even when he looked serious like this. That’s what you thought until his tongue poked the inside of his cheek before clinking it, and a deep sigh left his lips.
You must be more tired than you think because this made your stomach twist and woke you up like cold water. Your eyes widened and you had to clear your throat to keep you from staring. You suddenly moving around caught his attention and he moved one side of his headset to hear you.
“Tired baby ? You’re going to bed ?” his voice’s deep with tiredness but he doesn’t flinch, still focused on his work.
“No I’m fine,” you muttered before sitting up straight. “Just needed a small break.”
“Hum, ok. You’re doing great,” this time, he looked at you and smiled, he was so tired, it was written all over his face, and yet your cute thoughts about him vanished away with your fatigue.
Now you want to be done with your revision and get all his attention instead. That will wait for tomorrow.
run his hand through his hair
Woonhak doesn't like it when his hair starts getting too long. It keeps on falling in his eyes, annoying him to the point where if he doesn't go to the hairdresser within a week, he might just cut it himself in his bathroom with kitchen scissors.
You, on the other hand, really like it. Because he sounds extra hot when he's annoyed, and the way he keeps on running his hand through his hair really works on you.
"I'm so done with this," he groaned under his breath as he pushed it away again.
He fell dramatically on your laps with a deep sigh, his hand now covering his eyes. Gently, your hand started running through his hair in a hopeless attempt to make him change his mind.
"But it looks good on you," you coo, caressing his skin softly as well.
"It's so annoying, I really can't keep it like this," he goes on, shaking his head as he looks up to you with pleading eyes.
"You look hot though," you added quietly, hoping your arrow will land where you want it to.
His eyes widened slightly before he chuckled your comment away, hiding his face in your belly. Only then you noticed how red his ears got.
"Don't say stuff like that," he whispered, and you could feel the mess going on in his mind. "I might keep them like this."
A big smile stretched on your lips as you bent over to pepper his face with kisses.
"I would live for this."
whisper in your ear
The party was getting boring, and you hated your friend for leaving early because she had an exam next morning – as if she didn’t used to go to exams with two hours of sleep and the equivalent of her weight in alcohol in her system. Laying against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, you were stuck staring at people playing spin the bottle as you refused to join since you were taken.
The music wasn’t loud enough, the beer tasted awful and you were hungry – it clearly won’t be your most memorable night. Or it would, but as the worst ever. Sipping on your beer anyway, you flinched when someone stopped next to you before catching the cologne you know too well. Leaning in, Woonhak lips brushed your ear, making your heart jump.
“Not enjoying it ?” he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist as he does.
You shook your head, trying to ignore the warm feeling twisting your stomach into knots slowly as he leaned into your shoulder, his nose now brushing your hot skin. A chuckle left his lips as he held you close to his body, and that’s all you needed to know he was tipsy and bored.
“Wanna go home ?” he asked in your ear again, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I agree it kinda sucks.”
“Taesan won’t mind ?” you asked quietly, watching your common friend you came with kissing a girl around the circle.
“Who cares, he seems busy anyway,” he replied quietly, and for once, you don’t really mind leaving a friend behind.
Absolutely adores it, feeling you around his length makes him feel so close to you, it’s very intimate for him.
I don’t see him using it as a punishment, it kills him to deny you pleasure, so at most it’s just an act for you both to relax but also be intimate at the same time.
The sweetest boyfriend ever, praises you, kisses your shoulder and holds you close. and always makes sure you’re comfortable no matter what.
Mostly for when you both are sleepy too, he loves to lazily kiss you while you grind your hips down onto him ever so slightly, also adores those droopy eyes you have while looking at him.
⠀ ────⠀ LEE SANGHYEOK
I don’t see him necessarily enjoying cock warming, and probably would only use it as a punishment. (dom riwoo drools)
He’ll force you to sit still on his cock, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear that makes you clench around him. (making him whimper but he’ll punish you for longer if you tease him about it.)
Smacks your ass if you try to grind your hips down on him, and savors the little gasp you let out.
In the end he gets too needy, and you end up riding him until you’re both milked dry.
⠀ ────⠀ MYUNG JAEHYUN
also isn’t a fan of cock warming imo… he’s so desperate to feel you clench around him while he pumps his length in and out of you. Just sitting while your walls hug him to perfectly would kill him.
Which also makes it a perfect way to punish him.. wink wink nudge nudge, he’ll be whining like a sad puppy under you, gripping your hips while trying to make you grind down onto him, when you don’t budge he’ll just complain more.
Kiss him to shut him up, please because he won’t until you give him what he wants. He melts into you instantly and almost forgets how hard he is.
Don’t give into his puppy eyes or you’ll give him an ego boost!! (It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do)
⠀ ────⠀ HAN DONGMIN
Definitely into it, but unlike popular opinion he’d like it when it’s soft.. like sungho he finds it so intimate and even uses it to focus on work.
He’ll call you over the studio when it’s late and he can’t seem to put his mind to the music. Once you sit on his cock his brain practically does a 180 and he locks in.
Please pepper kisses on his neck and face too, he’ll be putty in an instant. Your lips tickling his skin and your warmth around him puts him at ease.
Usually ends with gentle sex when you’re both done with the work you needed to get done.
⠀ ────⠀ KIM DONGHYUN
The type to be into whatever your kinks are, and most likely wouldn’t think about cock warming until you bring it up to him, but would so use it to his advantage after.
Such a tease once you get desperate only a few minutes in, your hips roll against him, but he doesn’t stop you, only says “I thought you wanted this? What happened pretty?”
You keep still for the sake of not poking a hole in your ego, but he doesn’t let you off the hook. He makes it so hard for you not to just start bouncing on his cock. His hands ro your body, his mouth littering marks all over your neck and chest, biting down on your most sensitive places.
Forget the cock warming at the end he’s a moaning mess under you, his teasing got a bit too much for you..
⠀ ────⠀ KIM WOONHAK
Like Riwoo, he’d use it as a punishment AND be into it. He loves watching you squirm on top of him, pleading in his ear. It only makes him harder.
Move more than once and he will refuse to give you what you want in the end. (Of course unless you give him those eyes that make him fold instantly, he is not a strong soldier.)
Acts clueless when you beg for him to move, he tilts his head like a curious puppy as tears well up in your eyes from how needy you are.
Kisses your cheeks as tears roll down, shushing you as you sniffle. (Another way to make him fold, he can’t stay mean for long..)
a/n : SORRY FOR THE SHORTER LENGTH WITH THESE HCS.. Your girl is a little busy with uni. I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3
genre: established relationship, soft angst, comfort, fluff
wc: 2.7k
warnings: brief social embarrassment, overthinking, insecurity, fear of being "too much" (no one is ever too much!!!), lovesick Taesan, chronic yapper
a/n: to all my yappers out there, you are loved and appreciated!! @yoonlxlla thank you for proofreading, you're my star!!
You were a yapper.
A chronic yapper, according to your friends.
Not in an annoying way—at least that’s what everyone always insisted. You just loved talking. About stupid little things, about serious things, about things nobody else noticed. You could turn a five-minute story into forty-five if someone let you. Your thoughts moved too fast for your mouth to keep up, and sometimes words spilled out before you even realized you were speaking.
But people usually smiled through it.
They laughed when you got dramatic over tiny inconveniences. They listened when you rambled about a movie theory nobody asked for. They let you explain random facts you’d learned at two in the morning from some questionable internet rabbit hole.
And honestly?
You liked that about yourself.
You liked being passionate. You liked caring loudly.
So maybe that was why it hurt more than it should’ve when the newest addition to the friend group sighed softly halfway through your story and said,
“Can you maybe let other people talk too?”
The words weren’t even harsh.
Her tone was polite. Calm. Casual.
But it still felt like someone had poured cold water directly over your head.
The entire table went quiet for a split second.
Not long enough for anyone to acknowledge it.
Just long enough for everyone to hear it.
Then conversation resumed almost immediately, awkwardly stumbling forward as if nothing had happened.
You felt your smile strain at the corners.
“Oh,” you laughed quietly. “Yeah. Sorry.”
And just like that, you shut up.
You stopped talking mid-thought. Stopped adding onto conversations. Stopped interrupting yourself with excited little side tangents. Even when people directly asked you things afterward, your answers stayed short.
The worst part was how painfully aware you suddenly became of your own voice.
Every time you almost spoke, your chest tightened.
Were you talking too much again?
Were people secretly annoyed all the time?
Did they only tolerate you because they felt bad?
You hated how quickly your brain spiraled.
So instead of risking it, you stayed quiet, and apparently nobody noticed.
Well.
Nobody except him.
Later that evening, the apartment door opened and Taesan walked in.
The atmosphere shifted almost immediately.
Maybe it was because Taesan naturally carried himself like someone impossible not to notice. Tall frame wrapped in an oversized black hoodie, dark hair slightly messy from the wind outside, rings glinting against his fingers as he pushed the door shut behind him.
Or maybe it was because your stupid heart still reacted to him like it hadn’t learned better yet.
“Finally,” Leehan groaned. “You’re late.”
Taesan snorted. “I brought food. That cancels out the lateness.”
“It absolutely does not.”
“It literally does.”
Everyone started talking over each other immediately.
Taesan laughed under his breath while slipping off his shoes, and then his eyes found you almost instantly.
Always.
It didn’t matter how many people were in a room.
His attention somehow landed on you first every single time.
Your chest squeezed painfully.
You forced a smile before he made his way over, setting the takeout bags down on the table first before dropping onto the couch beside you.
“Hi,” he murmured.
“Hi.”
He leaned down automatically to kiss your cheek.
Usually you’d immediately start talking after that.
You’d tell him something random before he could even settle properly. Maybe about the weird guy you saw earlier, or how Hana almost burned the garlic bread, or some ridiculous thing you read online.
Instead, you stayed quiet.
Taesan pulled back slowly. His brows furrowed almost instantly. There it is, you thought miserably.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He greeted everyone else casually, fell into the rhythm of the conversation for maybe five minutes, but you could feel him glancing at you every few seconds.
Studying you.
By the sixth glance, you couldn’t even focus on the conversation anymore.
Then he leaned closer.
“You’re quiet,” he said softly enough that only you could hear. “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head immediately.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
You even smiled a little to make it convincing.
It didn’t work on him for even half a second.
Taesan stared at you for another moment before narrowing his eyes slightly.
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
“You’ve said maybe six words since I got here.”
You shrugged.
“I’m just tired.”
That earned you an unimpressed look. Because Taesan knew you. Knew you in the terrifyingly specific ways that made lying almost impossible.
He knew your fake smiles from your real ones. Knew the difference between your annoyed silence and your hurt silence. Knew when your thoughts were moving too fast because your fingers twitched against your sleeves.
And right now?
He knew something had happened.
Still, he didn’t push.
Not there.
Not in front of everyone.
Instead, he rested his arm behind you on the couch and stayed quiet.
But you could feel it.
The way he kept looking at you.
The way his jaw tightened every time someone else spoke while you stayed silent.
The way he frowned slightly whenever you laughed too softly at something.
You hated that he could tell.
You hated that you cared this much.
The evening dragged on painfully after that.
Usually you were the loudest person in the room. Usually Taesan spent half his time teasing you for bouncing between topics too fast for anyone else to follow.
Tonight, you mostly just listened.
And somehow that felt worse.
At some point, Riwoo brought up conspiracy theories.
Normally that would’ve been dangerous territory for you because you loved talking about weird things. Taesan especially loved listening to you spiral through theories with dramatic hand gestures and completely unnecessary diagrams drawn on napkins.
Tonight, you stayed quiet, and Taesan noticed immediately.
His head turned toward you.
“You don’t have anything to say about this?” he asked.
You blinked.
“Hm?”
“The conspiracy thing.”
“Oh.” You looked down at your drink. “Not really.”
Now everyone was staring at you like you’d grown a second head.
“Not really?” Hana repeated. “You literally made a thirty-minute presentation once.”
“It was not thirty minutes.”
“It was forty-five.”
Normally you would’ve argued dramatically. Normally you would’ve laughed. Instead, you just shrugged again.
Taesan’s expression darkened slightly.
He looked genuinely concerned now.
And honestly?
That almost made you emotional.
Because nobody else seemed to realize how weird this was except him.
The conversation continued, but you could feel Taesan getting quieter beside you too.
Observing.
Thinking.
Then eventually he leaned down near your ear.
“Come outside with me for a second.”
Your stomach twisted.
You nodded quietly.
Nobody really questioned it when he stood up and held his hand out toward you. You slipped your hand into his automatically and let him guide you toward the apartment balcony.
The cool night air hit your face immediately.
Nights always felt strangely comforting to you. Cold enough to wake you up a little, soft enough to calm you down.
Taesan slid the balcony door shut behind him.
Then he turned toward you fully.
“What happened?”
You looked away instantly.
“Nothing happened.”
“Baby.”
That voice.
That soft, patient voice he only used when he knew you were lying but wanted to give you the chance to tell the truth anyway.
You swallowed.
“It’s stupid.”
“Then tell me the stupid thing.”
You rubbed at your sleeve nervously. Taesan waited quietly. Somehow that made it worse. Because he wasn’t rushing you. Wasn’t dismissing you. Wasn’t acting annoyed. He just looked at you like what you said mattered.
Always.
Finally you sighed.
“I think I talk too much.”
Taesan blinked once.
“What?”
You laughed awkwardly.
“There. See? That reaction alone proves it.”
“What are you talking about?”
You hesitated.
Then quietly explained what happened earlier. The more you talked, the more Taesan’s expression changed. Not annoyed. Not embarrassed. Just increasingly upset on your behalf.
“And I know she didn’t mean it badly,” you rushed to explain. “Like logically I know that. I probably was talking too much. I do that sometimes and I know it can be annoying and—”
“Hey.”
Your words stopped immediately.
Taesan stepped closer.
“You know what I noticed when I got here?”
You frowned slightly.
“What?”
“You weren’t talking.”
“Well obviously.”
“And that bothered me.”
Your chest tightened unexpectedly.
Taesan shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie before continuing.
“You know what this friend group sounded like before you joined?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Dead.”
You snorted softly despite yourself.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Nobody talked this much. Nobody got excited this much. Half the hangouts used to be everyone staring at their phones.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“It’s true.”
You rolled your eyes weakly.
Taesan leaned against the balcony railing.
“You talk a lot because you care a lot.”
Your throat felt weirdly tight now.
“You get excited over things. You tell stories like every detail matters. You make people laugh because your brain moves faster than your mouth.” His lips twitched slightly. “Sometimes significantly faster.”
You finally smiled a little.
“There she is,” he murmured immediately.
Your smile faltered from embarrassment.
“You don’t think I’m annoying?”
Taesan looked genuinely offended.
“Annoying? Baby, I voluntarily listen to you explain things I don’t even understand for hours.”
“That doesn’t count. You’re biased.”
“I’m absolutely biased. But I’m also right.”
You stared down at your shoes.
Taesan sighed softly before reaching over to tilt your chin up gently.
“I like listening to you.”
The sincerity in his voice made your stomach flip.
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I’m not saying it because I have to.”
You looked at him carefully, and unfortunately for your emotional stability, he looked completely serious.
Taesan laughed quietly under his breath.
“You know what's my favorite thing?”
“What?”
“The way you start rambling when you’re excited and then halfway through you realize you forgot the original point.”
You groaned immediately.
“Oh my god.”
“And then you try to backtrack but somehow the story gets even longer.”
“Taesan.”
“And your hands start doing this—” He mimicked your overly animated gestures badly.
You smacked his arm instantly.
“That is not what I look like.”
“That’s exactly what you look like.”
“You’re evil.”
He grinned.
“There she is again.”
You hated how easily he could pull you out of your moods sometimes.
Taesan’s expression softened after a moment.
“Do you know how quiet you got in there?”
You looked away again.
“Yeah.”
“I hated it.”
That surprised you.
“You did?”
“Mhm.”
He reached for your hand absentmindedly, playing with your fingers while he spoke.
“When you’re quiet because you’re tired, it’s different. Tonight you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller.”
Your chest ached immediately. Because that was exactly what you’d been doing.
Taesan sighed softly.
“I don’t like when people make you feel like you need to shrink yourself.”
You blinked rapidly.
“It wasn’t even a big deal—”
“It hurt your feelings.”
The simple certainty in his voice almost undid you.
You laughed weakly instead.
“I sound dramatic.”
“You are dramatic.”
“Wow.”
“But you’re also sensitive.” He squeezed your hand gently. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
You stayed quiet for a moment before mumbling,
“I was trying really hard not to talk too much afterward.”
“I know.”
“I kept thinking about everything I said before speaking.”
“I know.”
“And then I got scared to talk at all because what if everyone secretly agrees with her?”
Taesan’s face softened painfully.
Then suddenly he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you. The hug caught you off guard enough that you melted into him almost instantly.
“You know what I think?” he murmured against your hair.
“What?”
“I think if somebody genuinely didn’t like you talking, they wouldn’t keep inviting you everywhere.”
You hummed quietly.
“And I think,” he continued, “you’re way too loved for that.”
Your throat tightened embarrassingly fast.
Taesan pulled back slightly just to look at you.
“And personally? I could listen to you talk forever.”
“That’s insane.”
“It probably is.”
You laughed quietly into his hoodie.
For a moment neither of you spoke.
The city lights glowed softly around you while distant traffic hummed below.
Then unfortunately your brain started functioning normally again.
“So anyway speaking of conspiracy theories—”
Taesan burst out laughing immediately.
“There she is.”
“No because listen,” you said, suddenly animated again. “Why do celebrities always wear sunglasses inside buildings? That’s suspicious behavior.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m serious. There has to be a reason.”
Taesan leaned against the railing again while you started talking properly for the first time all evening.
And because he loved you hopelessly, completely, disgustingly much—
He listened. Not the fake kind of listening either. Not the kind where someone nods while waiting for their turn to speak.
Taesan listened like every word mattered.
Like your thoughts were something precious.
You started pacing slightly as you spoke, hands moving dramatically while you explained your ridiculous theory about celebrities, government replacements, and weird airport behavior.
Halfway through, you got distracted by another thought entirely.
“Wait actually speaking of airports, did I ever tell you about the guy I saw eating tuna at like six in the morning?”
Taesan smiled immediately.
The topic switch.
Classic you.
“Yes,” he said fondly. “Three times.”
“Right, okay, but that’s because it was genuinely disturbing behavior.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“No because imagine waking up and deciding tuna is breakfast food.”
Taesan watched you continue talking. Watched the way your face lit up again. Watched your eyes brighten more with every sentence.
And maybe it was pathetic how much affection filled his chest from something as simple as this. But he couldn’t help it. He loved listening to you. Loved the way your thoughts wandered unpredictably. Loved how passionate you got over tiny things. Loved how conversations with you never stayed on one topic for longer than three minutes.
You made everything feel alive.
Even silence felt warmer around you.
You eventually stopped mid-sentence suddenly.
Taesan blinked.
“What?”
You squinted at him suspiciously.
“You’re doing the face.”
“What face?”
“The one where you stare at me like I’m a cute puppy.”
“I’ve never made that face in my life.”
“You’re literally making it right now.”
He laughed quietly.
“Maybe I just like you.”
You rolled your eyes dramatically.
“Cringe.”
“And yet you stay.”
“Unfortunately.”
Taesan pulled you closer by your hoodie strings.
“You know what else?”
“What?”
“You look happiest when you’re talking.”
That hit you strangely hard. Because nobody had ever said that before, and maybe it was silly. Maybe it was stupid how emotional something so small made you feel.
But Taesan noticed things.
Tiny things.
The kinds of things people usually overlooked.
You looked away shyly.
“That’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“Even more embarrassing.”
Taesan laughed softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Then the balcony door suddenly slid open behind you. Riwoo peeked outside dramatically.
“Oh thank god,” he sighed. “She’s talking again. We were getting scared.”
You groaned instantly.
Taesan smirked.
“Told you.”
Riwoo pointed accusingly at you.
“Do you know how weird it was in there without you talking about something random every five minutes?”
“That sounds fake.”
“It’s not fake,” Leehan called from inside. “Come back and tell us more conspiracy theories.”
You blinked in surprise.
Taesan watched your expression carefully.
That tiny moment of realization. Maybe they did like listening to you after all.
Riwoo grinned.
“Seriously. The silence was depressing.”
You laughed softly before looking at Taesan again, and the look on his face nearly melted you alive.
Fond.
That was the only word for it.
Like he was genuinely relieved to see you smiling again.
You nudged him lightly.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m adorable.”
“You are adorable.”
“Taesan.”
“You’re literally pouting.”
You immediately stopped pouting. Which only made him laugh harder.
Riwoo gagged loudly.
“You two are disgusting. Get back inside.”
Taesan snorted before intertwining his fingers with yours again. As he led you back inside, he leaned down slightly and murmured near your ear,
“By the way.”
“Hm?”
“If anyone tells you to stop talking again, I’m fighting them.”
You stared at him.
“That’s insane.”
“Mhm.”
“You can’t fight people for not wanting to hear me yap.”
“I can and I will.”
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
And that sound alone made Taesan think the entire world was worth it.
ᥫ᭡. being an idol is not easy, especially when dating rumors about you and your friend start to spread— but wait… could it be that these rumors are actually true?
a taesan x aespa’s 5th member!reader smau — 🐈⬛ . . . 🐈 !
⋆˚࿔ genre: smau, fluff warnings: swearing, everyone is a bit ooc but who cares, dating rumors, annoying twitter users, yaya’s attempt at humor, typos because english is not my first language sorry… — BEFORE READING !! reader’s representative animal is a black cat ; reader’s face claim is ive’s rei, it’s just a face claim i’m NOT shipping them .
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a/n very small silly smau for my best friend my oomfie my sunshine because i love my friends :^^ hope everyone else enjoyed this!! im also thinking of making a sungho x 6th illit member version of this — or maybe im already working on it… who knows — lmk your thoughts in the comments or, if you prefer, send an anonymous ask!!
📷 ) SYNOPSIS 𓂃 ﹕having an attractive and (semi) oblivious roommate is definitely not for the weak.
──── roommate ! leehan x fem ! reader ╱ ⌕ smau, fluff, comedy ( ? ) ∿ ˊᯅˋ could be somewhat suggestive…?, reader lowk down bad, use of petnames >3< ( 💬 ) HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEHANNN my fellow dearest october baby ♡ #WeInSyncLikeThat i honestly don’t know what went thru my mind making this BUT it’s smth for my man so its okay 🤍
‘💬’ ─ why are my screenshots like that now. Apple. MemiMessage. Someone Speak Up.
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ KISS AND MAKE UP ! 🧸ྀི — dongmin’s way to comfort you after a fight is pretty simple (and works like a charm) ( word count 601)
[ extras ] kissing, crying, fluff/comfort
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i have another banger of an idea w taesannie otw plspls jingle jingle pay attention stay tuned okay!?also someone said he’s totally the type to grab ur neck and guide u into a kiss and guess what. i dig that.
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dongmin couldn't handle it.
neither could you.
he was sitting in the bedroom, trying to focus on reels playing in his phone. trying to distract himself from thoughts gnawing on his mind like a dog starved.
you, on the other hand, were in the kitchen. sitting on the counter top, with gaze stuck at the boiling water.
the argument you had was silly, really. you were annoyed already, he was tired. he made a mess after you had just cleaned, you raised your voice when you shouldn't have.
and now guilt was consuming you both, resulting in you giving him the silent treatment. which you knew was bad but you couldn't bring yourself not to. you didn't even know what to say; was sorry enough?
the water boiled.
you put pasta in it and set a timer, observing the lively bubbles calming down.
"hey."
your eyes didn't budge. you felt ashamed to even look at dongmin.
he sighed softly, walking up to you.
you let him.
taking out his hands from his pockets, he placed them on your thighs. there was silence, only the sound of water bubbling between you two. he opened your thighs and stood between your legs, scanning your face.
"can we talk?" he asked. the softness of his voice made your gut dip with guilt even deeper. you shouldn't have yelled at him. he was so kind after you did and still–
you felt his hand making its way to the back of your neck, guiding your head towards him. his forehead rested against yours, hair gently brushing your skin. you closed your eyes, feeling a lump creating in your throat already.
"are you still mad at me?" dongmin questioned, voice calm as gentle breeze on a sunday morning.
"no" you croaked out.
"good" he huffed and before you knew it, his hands guided you by the neck to meet his lips.
once again, you allowed him.
the kiss was slow, pouring wordless apology from both of you. your hands found themselves seeking for him desperately, which just resulted in clutching his black top. he didn't rush but his hands on your neck guided you to deepen the kiss, angling your head in a way that allowed your lips to align comfortably.
only when he felt your breathing getting rigged and salty droplets on his tongue, he pulled away. not too far, he didn't want to.
his features softened and his hands slid from the nape of your neck to cup your tear stained cheeks.
"i-i'm sorry" you choked out, lower lip quivering. "i shouldn't have yelled. i just had a bad day…"
he stroked your skin in a reassuring motion, swallowing hard.
"and then i just… was too guilty to say anything. i'm sorry, dongmin" you sobbed. "i feel awful"
"it's my fault too. i'm sorry." he replied gently, wiping the falling pearly tears with his thumb.
"let's not fight over stupid stuff again" you sniffed and grabbed his wrists tenderly, looking up at him teary-eyed.
"and let's not do silent treatment, hm? i hated every second of that" he teased, canines poking out in a cat-alike smirk.
you just huffed, turning your head away.
"hey, don't sulk or i'll have to kiss it away again"
you just let go of his wrists and pulled him closer by his shirt.
"don't mind if you do" you whispered shyly and dongmin's hands sneaked once again to the back of your head, this time leading the kiss more passionately. your teeth clanked and you giggled through the kiss, tears already drying out in the corners of your eyes.
