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
은혜 : this is the first work i'm posting after a good month or so >< i've been so busy with exams and other things but i pulled through and wrote this during a period that freed up during school!! it's not my best work, but i hope you guys still enjoy!! i'll try my best to be more active ~
REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED
myung jaehyun
jaehyun talks when he’s nervous. which is why your study session has mostly been him filling the silence with scattered thoughts about how unfair the history exam was, how the teacher stole his phone just because his alarm rang and how one of your classmates cheated but he “won’t name names.”
at some point though, he realises that you’ve stopped replying. he glances to his side. you’re slumped slightly forward, your arm bent beneath your head, fast asleep beside your open textbook and notes.
“you’re actually sleeping,” jaehyun mutters, his lips jutting out the slightest bit. “did i bore you that much?”
still, jaehyun shifts, shrugging his hoodie off to gently drape it over your shoulders. he pauses for a second before pulling it snug around you, careful not to wake you before sitting back, blinking down at his untouched question booklet.
he frowns.
“could’ve told me if i was boring you,” he mumbles, but his words don’t have bite. “and i don’t know what these questions mean.”
he doesn’t even pretend to study anymore. he just sits beside you, flipping your pen between his fingers and watching you breathe like it’s the most interesting thing he’s seen. you’ll definitely be mad when you wake up to see all the unanswered questions in his book, but that’s a problem for another time.
park sungho
you’ve been holed up at your usual corner booth, textbooks and half finished drinks scattered across the table. sungho’s voice had been the only constant. low, steady, teasing you every so often when you lost focus mid sentence, probably because you hadn’t slept in a good day and a half.
“you always make me carry the conversation,” sungho mutters, nudging your cup closer.
but you didn’t reply. he turns towards you, sarcasm loaded, and then stops cold.
your head is resting on your folded arms, face buried against the sleeve of your sweater. you’re fast asleep, the kind of sleep that only comes after fighting it for way too long.
“seriously?” he mumbles. “you fall asleep on me of all people?”
sungho leans back in the booth, tipping his head against the cushion, and sighs. “you’re lucky i like you,” he says quietly, glancing at your peaceful face.
when your shoulder slumps a little, he instinctively reaches out to steady you, arm looping behind you without thinking. his hand brushes your back once, like he’s checking to see if you’re real. or maybe he’s just making sure you’re still breathing after he saw you take three cans of red bull yesterday afternoon,
lee sanghyuk
you’re both sitting on a park bench after school, your backpacks between you, the sky turning pink and orange with sunset. the conversation had gradually faded into a comfortable kind of silence, only interrupted occasionally by the rustle of the leaves from the tree above you and a chirping of summer birds.
riwoo had noticed your head tilting slowly, your eyes fluttering shut. but he didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep on his shoulder.
he freezes. “wait are you–” he tilts his head slightly and you don’t move. “are you seriously sleeping?”
he can feel your breath against his neck, and for a while, he just stares forward, the faintest hint of a smile playing at his lips.
he tries his best not to read into it and fails completely. you murmur something in your sleep–unintelligible–the type of thing he could definitely spin into something he can tease you with.
riwoo pulls his hoodie sleeve over his hand and adjusts your head carefully so you don’t wake up with a nasty neck cramp. he looks away as he does it, face a little red.
“this doesn’t mean i like you or anything,” he mutters.
“okay. maybe a little.”
han dongmin
you’d been whisper bickering over a shared study worksheet, hunched over a table with you pencils and passive aggressive sticky notes, when you energy finally ran out. as it should, that’s what taesan thinks–you’ve been giving his snarky remarks for a good hour now. taesan caught the change in your posture first, how your pen slowed and your head dipping.
he glances over, annoyed, ready to make a cocky comment, only to see you completely out, your cheek resting on your folded arms, dangerously close to his elbow.
“you’re not serious,” he mutters under his breath. “you’re not actually sleeping when he have a project due–”
you shift slightly in your sleep, your knee nudging his under the table. taesan swallows, blinking down at you sleeping and exhales like it physically hurts him.
he sits there for a while, stiff and unblinking before he finally reaches over, so slowly it’s almost ridiculous, and slides his hoodie off to drape it gently over your shoulders.
you stir, but don’t wake. his hoodie’s big on you, and he looks away immediately, jaw clenched and face burning.
when a classmate passes by and sees, raising an eyebrow, taesan mutters about how “it’s not what it looks like.”
kim donghyun
you’d gone up to the school rooftop to escape the cafeteria noise, as usual, leehan in following with two bottles of pocari and that calm look in his eyes.
he notices how your replies start getting shorter, your eyes heavier.
when you nod off beside him, your head gently bumping his shoulder, he almost doesn’t react. leehan just blinks. looks down at you. Blinks again.
then–the faintest smile.
he doesn’t move. doesn’t flinch. he just watches the wind pull a strand of your hair across your cheek and reaches out, brushing it back with the lightest touch.
“you should sleep more,” he murmurs, voice quiet. “not just here.”
his shoulder shifts slightly, adjusting so you’re resting more comfortably. you don’t stir. leehan watches your brows furrow in your sleep, the way the corners of your lips twitch. you look pretty in the summer sunlight.
“i’ll wake you before lunch ends.”
but he never does.
kim woonhak
the game controller slips from your hand mid-match.
“hey, y/n?” woonhak turns, expecting you to be annoyed at his overkill win. instead, he sees you curled up on the couch, face buried against a pillow, your legs tangled in the blanket you’d been fighting over minutes ago.
he blinks. grins.
“seriously?” he whispers.
he carefully sets your controller down, then kneels beside the couch to check if you’re faking. “if this is some kind of trap because i triple headshotted you because i'm just too good–” he leans closer. sees the even rise and fall of your chest. the softness of your expression.
he tugs the blanket over you, then just sits there. watching you sleep. thinking about when exactly the friendship between you two got this comfortable. he also thinks about how well he did in the last match, too bad you fell asleep before he could rub it into your face. then he gets up and tiptoes to the kitchen, returning with your favourite snack. he places it beside you like some kind of offering.
“i’ll eat mine now,” he says quietly. “you can have yours when you wake up.”
Okay hear me out bnd legal line with 7th member user who's basically their free use doll
free use with boynextdoor | ot5 boynextdoor thoughts (nsfw)
warnings: legal line only, freeuse, mentions of exhibitionism, semi-public sex, members are all dom and reader is sub, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, tit sucking, kissing, have i forgotten anything??
a/n: doing this as a thoughts cos i’m quite busy rn but i love the idea of freeuse so this was fun write! feel free to send more freeuse requests my way! 🙇♀️
sungho:
After a long day of shooting for your next music video, you finally get home and you want to do nothing more than just lounge and watch TV.
You head to your room to quickly wash up and change into your pyjamas consisting of some shorts and a matching tank tops.
You prop yourself onto the couch turning the TV on, when you feel Sungho’s presence next to you.
“Hey, princess. What are you upto?”
“Nothing much. Just catching up on Single’s Inferno.”
His one hand immediately wander to your thigh as his other hand gropes your clothed chest, fondling with the plush causing your nipples to stand erect.
It’s not long before he rips off your shorts sitting you on his lap as he rubs his tip along your slit. You groan at the contact, your hips automatically grinding on his length as Sungho laughs at your desperation.
With no prior warning, he slams his cock into you as he moves you body to lay you down on the couch. He doesn’t care if the other members walk in. The risk excited him.
The room is soon filled with a mixture of your cries, his grunts and the muffling from the TV. He slides his dick in rough, using you like his toy as tears pool in your eyes.
“Cum for me princess,” he says picking up on the way your walls clench around his length.
Soon after, your orgasm ripple through you, hitting like a wave. He pulls his dick out of leaving you feeling despaired at the loss of contact. He pumps himself a few times before spilling his seeds on your bare stomach. Sungho strokes your hair and kisses your forehead, wishing you a good night before heading to his room.
riwoo:
All the other members had left (or so you thought). You stayed back after your first dance lesson as the new choreography was taking a bit of time to learn and memorise. The music played on the speakers as you mark the steps.
Suddenly, Riwoo appears through the doors, surprising you as you believed you were alone.
“What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t leave you behind now could I?”
He walks up close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, taking in the details of your face in the mirror.
His hands slip under your joggers and past your panties, as he begins playing with the slick that had quickly formed in your pussy. He pumps his middle finger in slowly, leaving you arching your back against him. Riwoo pushes another finger in and then eventually adding a third, leaving you clenching spring his digits.
It’s not long before he presses your face against the mirror and starts ramming into you from behind.
“Use my cock like the slut you are,” he groans in your ear, the goosebumps spreading across your body.
He picks up the pace, fucking into your hole ruthlessly. His finger then begins flicking against your clit having you squirm under his touch.
Seconds later you reach your high, whimpering against the mirror as your legs become weak, almost dropping down into the pool of both your orgasms on the floor.
“Guess you’ll have to learn the dance later. Let’s go home.”
jaehyun:
Jaehyun’s studio being right next to yours meant that he had access to you whenever he wanted.
Jaehyun was jotting down lyrics, scribbling out the words over and over again, frustrated at his lack of inspiration. Luckily, he knew just where to find it.
He closes the door behind him as he approaches you swivelling your chair around to face him.
“Hey beautiful,”
Before you had the chance to reply, he pulls you out of the chair, taking your place and straddling you on his lap. He places soft kisses along your exposed collarbone as he starts lifting your white tank top over your head.
“Jaehyun I have to finish writing this verse.”
“You keep writing then, baby.”
He repositions you so you have your back against his chest as he pulls down your jeans and underwear along with his own, freeing his hard cock from his boxers. He wastes no time in inserting his length into you. His hands grip firmly onto your hips and whilst you try suppressing your moans, his dick pumps into you quickly and sharply.
The pen in your hand shakes at the speed in which he’s fucking you but you continue writing, the ideas surprisingly seeming to flow with ease.
Minutes later, you feel his cock twitch inside you as his grip tightens, the familiar knot forming in your stomach.
You finally figure out the last line of the verse when you feel his seeds spill into you as he groans against your ear and seconds later your own orgasm erupts.
“Let’s see how far you got on with those lyrics?”
He scans the words you wrote down and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’ve practically written smut. Might have to redo that again baby.”
taesan:
Following on from Riwoo, it’s your turn in the studio for the recording for your upcoming song. You enter the booth, lowering the mic to your height when the door opens behind you. Taesan walks in standing behind you as his arms wrap around your waist.
“Y/n you ready to begin?” your producer asks.
“Yeah I’m ready.”
You hear the music play through your headphones, catching the beat as you prepare to sing. Just then Taesan props a hand under your joggers, pushing past your panties to feel the lips of your pussy. As he strokes his fingers through your slick, you try to hold in your whimper as you begin singing your line.
“Can you use a more gentle tone? You sound a bit tense right now.”
“Yes of course.”
By now your joggers and underwear were pulled down to the floor as Taesan had set himself free inserting his dick into your hole, pumping in slowly.
You sing your line again but you weren’t satisfied. The music restarts as you try to make the corrections from your producer but with Taesan picking up the speed, your mind goes blank. He continues to ram inside you as your voice strains even more, affecting your singing.
“Look at you so weak on my dick,” he whispers making sure the mic doesn’t catch his voice.
It becomes harder to hold in your moans as your pussy clenches around his length, milking his cock as he cums inside you. It’s doesn’t take long before you reach your climax, as you coat his dick with your orgasm.
He eventually pulls out, giving you a kiss on your neck before he gets dressed and leaves.
For the rest of the recording your cum pools in your underwear and your knees were weak but you’re finally able to concentrate on your job.
leehan:
It’s finally the day of your comeback and all the members are getting their hair and makeup done.
“Y/n can you come change into your outfit now?” The stylist calls out, leading you to the changing room.
You strip yourself of your casual clothes when suddenly Leehan peers past the door.
“Leehan what are you doing?”
He doesn’t response and instead barges into your room, locking it behind him. Your naked body in compared to his clothed state left you vulnerable. He begins placing soft kisses around your nipple as his finger toys with the other one.
“Fuck. I’m so horny. I need to be inside you right now.”
He pulls his jeans down with his boxers as his cock stands rock hard. He guides his length against your hole before slipping it in and pushing himself inside you deep until his tip hits your cervix.
He takes it slow but each stroke somehow gets deeper and sharper leaving you a moaning mess. His hands continue to toy with your nipples as he the begins to lick up the pace feeling you get wetter by the second.
“Leehan, fuck I’m gonna cum!” You whine.
He pumps faster and soon your organs hits leaving you seeing spots of white as your mind goes blank. You then feel his own orgasm as his cock twitches, costing your inside with his white cum.
The knock on the door brings you back to reality as you both quickly clean up and get changed, getting ready to perform in the next hour.
dad!boynextdoor when their kids ask for homework help!
omgomgomg my first req omgomg tysm for sending this in <3 AND AAAAH anon i love this idea omg okay! let's get into this...
lowercase intended, cuss words (i think?), cuteness! pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors!
hope u enjoy <3
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jaehyun, the tries to help but can't dad!
when the words dad, help, and homework came out of his son's mouth his first instinct was to agree right away!
"OF COURSE I'LL HELP YOU!!!" - "when i was your age i was top of the class in math" - "division? pfffttt easy peasy"
but then his kid excitedly brings over his workbook, placing it on the table and pointing out all the word problems his teacher told him to do.
"okay so..." jaehyun begins, sitting very closely beside his child. "if jamie had twenty three apples and sandy had twenty seven...how would they equally have enough to give to izzie using the...the power of friendship????"
he swears he understands it, he swears he knows EXACTLY what the word problems mean. he goes over it again and again and it's starting to sound a bit like he has no clue what he's doing!!
"dad...if you don't know how to do it that's okay" - "no, NO!! i know this, trust me"
it goes on for another hour and they still haven't gotten past the first question. all of a sudden, like an angel sent by the unknown entity above, jaehyun's wife enters the room.
"homework? ooh let me see..."
she takes one look at the problem and then proceeds to look at jaehyun with eyes full of disbelief. so as to say "are you serious??"
"look, all you need to do here is add how many sandy has with how many jamie has right...and then divide it by three so they all have equal amounts to share with izzie!"
myung jaehyun grins, watching with the biggest heart eyes as the woman he married continued to help their son with his silly math homework.
"thank god i married a genius" he says, wrapping his arms around her waist later that night. "babe, it doesn't take a genius to do elementary school division"
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riwoo, the teasing but helpful dad!
i think riwoo would be the jokester kind of a dad. like he will take up every opportunity to crack dad jokes and tease his kids.
"dad, i need your help with homework" - "why do you need my help? don't they teach you kids in school? isn't that the whole point of school?" and his daughter just looks at him like -_- while he laughs his ass off at his own jokes.
"will you help me or not, dad?" and riwoo just sighs and nods, telling her to show him what homework it was.
this could go one of two ways. one, it was math or science and he'll sit with her for a few hours on the dining table, slowly going through each question one by one. or two, which is what's happening in this case, and the homework was for the kid's PE class...
prayers for riwoo's daughter, it's about to be a long night.
"and up, two, three, four and- stop, stop, stop" riwoo says as he stopped recording for the fifth time. "what is it now, dad?" she says out of breath. "are you really gonna submit a video of yourself doing jumping jacks looking like those flailing mascots at the gas station?!" the poor kid's head is about to explode and she starts regretting ever asking her dad for help.
"i do NOT look like a flailing mascot! and can't we just hurry up and finish this? PLEASE DAD"
riwoo laughs out loud, getting a kick out of teasing his offspring.
"hehe, i'm just joking with you, love. i'll record it for real now"
but that doesn't mean he'll stop the teasing, he'll continue to make fun of her jumping jacks for the rest of her life!!!!!
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sungho, the actually teaches his kid how to do the work dad!
sungho is so excited when his son asks him for help! he's like "omg i've been waiting for this day ever since i became a father TT"
i feel like he's the type of person who actually wants to help the kid understand his work and not just doing it for him, yk?
"okay so, i'll show you the first problem and then we'll try to figure it out the next one together, yeah?"
HE'S SO SWEET TT if his son messes up he'll reassure him that it's okay to make mistakes and it's all part of the learning process.
"see, and then you multiply the mass and the acceleration here...so if the mass of an object is 10.2kg and it's accelerating at 2.5m/s squared..." he trails off, eyes moving from the word problem and over to his child sitting beside him.
"then the force is...twenty-five...point...five...?" his kid says in an unsure tone, and sungho cracks into the biggest smile ever. "yes! and the unit is..." now he had gained some confidence, "newtons! 25.5 newtons!"
sungho cheers when he answers correctly, clapping his hands together and patting his son on his back softly as he writes down the answer onto the worksheet.
he sits with him the whole rest of the time he does homework, even if it's clear he already understands it well enough to do it on his own!
such a sweet dad TT he also gets really happy when his child comes home the next day from school and tells him that he got all the answers right on yesterday's homework.
"thanks for the help, dad" - "anytime, kiddo"
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taesan, the accidentally does the work for them dad!
"daddy i need help with this project for art"
at first it seems like he does not want anything to do with his daughter's project. taesan agrees to help anyways though (it's not like he'd ever say no to his beloved daughter...girl dad! taesan FOR LIFE), sitting across from her on the floor of their living room with all her supplies laid out.
"so what do you want me to do again?" he asks, and the kid just rolls her eyes. "my teacher gave me these instructions on how to do the paper mache, i just need you here in case my hands get dirty and i need you to pass me things"
taesan nods his head slowly, easy peasy, all he has to do is sit and watch tv while passing things to his daughter...simple.
not.
he can't help but wince as he watches his own child messily slap wet paper onto the lame excuse for a sculpture she had decided to make. it annoys the perfectionist inside of him and he's just itching to take over.
"that's not...i don't think you- you know what, darling? just go wash your hands let me do it"
"okay, daddy" she said with a big smile, beginning to get up from the floor to rinse her hands off in the sink. unbeknownst to her father however, this was his daughter's menacing plan all along. knowing her dad was a bit of a control freak, she purposely did the project badly so he'd take over <3
guess who she got the menace genes from lol
"i got an A on the paper mache sculpture i made!" - "you mean the paper mache sculpture that i! your dad! me! made"
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leehan, the there for moral support dad!
to be honest, at first he has no clue what the hell he's doing from the very moment he agreed to sit beside his daughter to do her homework.
but unlike jaehyun, he doesn't even try to hide it.
"sweetheart, i'm going to be so real i have no clue what any of this means" and she just laughs at him, "yeah i kind of got that already, dad. can you just sit here with me in case?"
"alright, i'm gonna get some snacks first, want any?"
he spends the whole time making sure his daughter isn't stressing over the assignment. he tells her to ask him about anything anyways, even if it were things he didn't understand.
"oh wait i actually do know about that one!" and he explains it to her the best that he can whenever he can.
but then when the subject is biology- or more specifically, marine biology, he gets super excited to tell her everything he knows!
he gets even more excited when she already knows all the facts too, happy that his offspring shared the same interest as him. he's literally all smiles, going back and forth with his daughter about all kinds of sea-life ecosystems and fish facts.
it doesn't even end after the assignment is completed! leehan's wife has to sit and listen to both her husband and their daughter go on and on and on about it for the whole of dinner time too!
"look dad! i got extra credit for my bio essay! the thing about the habitats that you added gave me an extra few points"
when he hears that his help turned out successful he giggles like a little girl.
"thanks so much, dad. you're the best!" she says, giving her dad a loving hug. "you're welcome, sweetheart- and i'm proud of you! i say we go to the aquarium and celebrate"
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woonhak, the go ask your mom for help dad!
i see woonhak as someone who cannot be assed to do anything related to school from the moment he graduated.
"daddy, can you help me?" when his 5 year old son came up to him like this after school, his first thought was to hand the favour off to someone else.
and who else if not his beautiful, amazing, wonderful wife?
"ah, i'm afraid i can't help you with that, kid. go ask your mommy for help, yeah?"
he thinks it's all good after that, figuring his son would go look for his mother and leave his dad alone <3
that is...until the boy starts sobbing violently in front of him. woonhak's eyes go wide and he has no clue what to do.
"woah, hey- don't cry, what's wrong?" he bends down to lift the boy up onto his lap. "mommy isn't home, i need to do this homework now! but i don't get it!" he cries and cries, all woonhak can do is pat his son's back and calm him down.
"okay, okay, i'll help you if you stop crying, okay?"
and so, kim woonhak and his son sit together on the dining table. he tries his very best to bring back everything he learnt when he was in school still, jogging up his memory for the sake of his little boy. luckily, 1st grade geometry was the one thing he still remembered clearly how to do.
"see look, now if all four sides are equal...then..." - "a triangle!" - "well no...but close! it's a...squa..squa-" - "square!" - "yes! good"
his wife comes home later that evening. "hey sweetie, have you done all your homework?" their son nods excitedly, "mhm!" - "you did it all by yourself?" she asks, a little bit shocked. "nope! daddy helped me!"
she turns to look at the man laying down on the living room couch, stuffing chips in his mouth as he watched some show on the tv.
"okay sweetie, i think i might need to take a look at that homework before you submit it tomorrow..."
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ahhhh my first headcanon! tysm again anon for sending in this request <3 i love dad!bnd hehe. feel free to send me some more reqs over in my asks!! i rlly enjoyed writing this so i hope u guys enjoyed reading it! LOVE U ALLL mwahhhh! love, kona.
content : riding, p in v, licking 😭, unprotected sex, hookup, hair pulling, idolxidol
“Are you gonna shut up before we get caught, or no?” You breathe into Woonhak’s ear, your long nails grabbing his chin to access his neck.
“You’re not exactly making it easy..”
Woonhak grabs onto your hips desperately, a pretty moan falling from his lips when your tongue glides across the side of his neck.
You enjoy this, sneaking off during events, award ceremonies, and even after shows. He’s addicting: from the smell of his vanilla cologne to how his eyes roll into the back of his head when he’s close.
“When was this ever going to be easy?” You whisper, your fingers guiding his chin back down. His eyebrows are raised, mouth hanging open, blinking slowly, you consider going in for thirds.
Woonhak thrusts deeper into you, hitting that one spot perfectly. A broken, but loud whimper falls from your mouth. By the way he’s smirking at you, that’s exactly what he wanted.
“What’s that about being quiet, pretty?”
Now he made it a competition.
And you’re gonna win.
You slide your hand behind his neck, fingers combing through his baby hairs.
“Wait—“ Woonhak gasps, his back arching slightly towards you. You shush him, dragging him quickly into a kiss.
He notices everything instantly: You rolling your hips faster on his cock, your fingers tugging at his weak spot. He can’t contain the noises that spill out.
He realizes now how desperate you are to pull out everything from him, it’s a competition.
And maybe he’ll win instead.
a/n : hey i’m back??? I went through heart surgery and all that pizazz so i’ve been busy doing that and previously uni. I plan to try my best to finish requests, but unfortunately I am in a slump with a multitude of ideas to expand on 😭
what do we think about taesan with a praise kink begging reader to call him a good boy... 🤔🤔
content ──── sub taesan, praise kink, cunnilingus, marking, grinding, mini, oh I think a lot anon..
Dongmin knows he’s been good all day.
He helped you lace your long heels up, took you on a nice date, and even now he’s eating you out.
Not once did he hear your usual pet name for him; “Good boy”.
Not even when he pulled out an orgasm out of you within minutes. He starts to wonder if you’re teasing him, staying tight lipped because you know how much he likes to be praised.
When Dongmin’s head starts to cloud up, he pulls away from your heat, resting his chin on your v line. You gasp at the loss of contact, and pick your head up to see the problem.
“What’s the matter, babe?” You barely breathe out, the oxygen previously in your lungs being sucked out by your boyfriend.
“Please..”
Dongmin doesn’t finish the sentence, he debates if you didn’t like the date or are mad at him. He looks into your eyes, trying to tell what you’re thinking.
“Please what?”
You tilt your head, a coy smile forming on your lips. He instantly glances away, a faint red dusting his cheeks.
“Please— I don’t know what I did wrong, tell me I’m doing good.. please.”
You raise your eyebrows in surprise, you start to wonder what you could’ve done to get him this worked up. You don’t waste your time dwelling on it, though, you have an idea.
“Lay down.”
Dongmin obeys almost immediately, crawling onto the bed next to you. You kick a leg over his waist and straddle him, a soft gasp coming from each of you from the sudden contact.
He watches your bare pussy start to move on the seam of his jeans, hands shooting out to your hips on instinct, guiding you.
“Fuck.. that’s good baby, just like that.”
A whimper falls pathetically out of his mouth, the praise and the pleasure mixing in his mind. Any thought that Dongmin previously had vanishes, the only thing that matters now is how soaked you’re making him.
You lean down, teeth grazing his neck in a way that has him squirming. You suck hickeys down to his chest, soothing them as you go with your tongue.
“Such a good boy— My good boy.”
Dongmin throws his head back, his hips bucking up into your cunt for more friction.
“Treated me so well today too, took me on a date, tied my shoes and even treated me in bed. You deserve a reward.”
You know well he can’t respond to you, not when you’re buttering him up, lips grazing his ear as you too.
He presses you down further on his cock, drinking in the gasp that spills from you.
“Shit! Keep doing that… Good boy.”
He swears he saw stars, as soon as you finish your sentence he cums with a loud moan, glossy eyes watching your juices spill on his designer jeans.
Your hands come up to his torso, caressing up and down while your lips pepper kisses down his neck.
“Now how about that reward?”
a / n : sub taesan propaganda will live on join us!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ANON 🤍
could you write something on taesan eating reader out 😖😖
taesan the man that you are… anyways idol x idol content LAWWDDD cause I can’t get over his look at the awards… mini , dom! taesan
Your stylists are going to kill you. A moan falls out of your lips as Taesan laps your cunt with his tongue, making sure to lick up all your juices as you drip into his mouth, unbelievably wet from how well he’s treating you.
Makeup and bruises stain your inner thighs, kiss marks left behind from his red lip gloss, marks that won’t be easy to cover for your next performance. Your outfit is still on, your dress actively being ruined because your boyfriend wanted it on, his teeth graze your clit, his grills making you arch your back into his mouth.
“You look so good.. fucking love this dress.”
He murmurs into your heat, the vibrations of his voice sending shock waves through your system. You cover your mouth as his tongue glides into your hole, you can only hope his members in the hotel room next door can’t hear you both.
Though, with the way his mouth is moving against your cunt, you’re not sure how long you can keep quiet.
