۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : you have done a lot of embarrassing things as a fan, but accidentally posting your own face on myung jaehyun's account might just top the list...
۶ৎ pairing : jaehyun x illit's 6th member!reader ۶ৎ genre(s) : smau, fluff ۶ৎ warning(s) : profanities, random timestamps ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა reader is jungkook's little sister, both lowk down bad for each other
۶ৎ A/N : hihi guys! this is my first ever smau oneshot! I honestly think it's pretty bad so I might delete this in a few days 😭 but I'll see how well it does first... 🥹I hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! (especially since I haven't posted in almost two whole months....)
camboy!taesan x viewer!femreader
w: smut, masturbation (m, f), switch!taesan, subish!reader, overstimulation, dick slapping, nipple play (m), pet names (princess, angel, baby), taesan calls himself a slut, reader wastes her money on taesan, mention of mcr, dirty talk, multiple orgasms | wc: 984 | might have typos | eng isn't my first language | mdni author's note: wrote this in february 😭😭
"ah– fuck–! just like that..!"
you stare gawk at the screen, face blushing at the image of the man jerking off in your laptop.
he gets a donation, making him lean in to the screen, his hoodie sliding down. "t-thanks for the– ah, fuck– the f-five dollars, elytramia.." he thanked the donator with a whimper, hand squeezing his tip, dribbling down some of his precum over his hand.
he relaxes on the gaming chair once again, throwing his head back as he lifted his hoodie up until his chest, revealing his faint abs and firm chest.
you knit your brows together, feeling like a pervert for watching him even though it was literally his job.
"shit..feels s' good, princess.." he moans, half lidded eyes looking straight at the camera. your face blush once again, feeling heat pool down on your abdomen.
his moans and whimpers are so loud you can barely listen to the my chemical romance song playing on the background.
he teases his tip with his thumb as he does the same with his nipple on the other hand. he rolls his eyes back, overstimulated as he was on his third round by now. his cum from the previous rounds slipping from his thighs down to his seat, making you clench your thighs together at the sinful sight.
you reached for your laptop hesitantly, typing on the keyboard quickly "pls take the hoodie off plsss" with a 15 dollar donation.
he chuckles as he reads the donation popping on the screen. "so desperate~" he purrs before taking off the garment, throwing it on the bed behind him.
he is completely naked now that the fabric was gone. he settles back into the chair, spreading his thighs a little wider as one of his legs rests on the arm chair.
he grabs his cock with both hands this time, twisting his wrists up and down as his mouth opens in a O shape, small whines and whimpers slipping out of it.
"fuck, angel, I'm s' close– gon' make a mess fo' you, princess." he groans out, voice cracking a little at the end.
he bites his lower lip as he tries his best not to get louder, the chat immediately filling up with comments telling him to be as loud as possible.
he smirks, lip still between his teeth, slowing down the pace on his cock, edging himself. "mm...I dunno...if only someone would donate right now..." he hums low.
you quickly type on your laptop as soon as he stops touching himself, turning around on his chair to grab his hoodie. "pls don't stop, pls make a mess" you donate 150 dollars, the highest he ever received.
his eyes widens at the number, making sure to quickly read your username. he quickly sets the hoodie aside, hand quickly coming to wrap around his throbbing dick.
"fuck, y/n, you must like me a l-lot." he moans out, a smirk tugging on his trembling lips.
you bite your lower lip as he moans your name, quickly hugging your legs to ease some relief.
he gives an experimental slap on his sensitive tip, making him buck up his hips, thrusting into his fist. "ohmygod–!"
"fuck– 'm cumming, I'm cumming–!" he whines out, a strangled sound tearing from his throat as he shoots white stripes of semen onto his chest, some dribbling down to his thighs.
his pupils are blown as he tries to recover his breath, a soft pink crawling his cheeks. he giggles softly as he sees the amount of cum resting all over his torso.
he collects the whiteish goo with three fingers, taking them to show the camera, spreading his fingers a little. he smears it on his red tip, a small squeak escaping his lips at the sudden stimulation.
he glides his cum along the side of his veiny shaft, thighs trembling. "fuuuuck.." he groans as his hand goes back to pump his abused cock.
his pace quickens up as some donations popped on the screen, encouraging him to keep going, some even calling him a slut and he obviously moaned in response.
"s-shit– yes, fuck, 'm a slut...your slut, f-fuck–!" he whimpers with absolutely no one in his mind, only his precious viewers <3
your heart hammers as you stare at the screen, a hand going under your pjs shorts, cupping your cunt and feeling the wet patch on your panties.
you pull your panties aside, slowly introducing a finger inside your pussy. fuck, you wished it was him instead.
you match his quick pace, your palm hitting your throbbing clit with each thrust, causing small whines to fall of your lips.
"fuck, baby, are you touching y-yourself?" he groans immediately as if he was watching you through your laptop's lens.
you whine in response. "fuck that pretty pussy for me, can you?" he moans, he free hand going back to tease his tip, the nail of his index finger poking his tiny slit, making him hiss.
"fuck– I wish you were here...fuck that little pussy open with m-my cock. you'd love that, huh?" he groans, a high-pitched moan coming from his lips after.
"jesus, baby, 'm close..." he moans, feeling the knot on his lower abdomen starts to unknit once again.
you feel your climax starts to build up embarrassingly fast too, the stimulation from your finger and palm being too much.
he squeezes his eyes shut as his mouth falls open, cock shooting more cum on his abs and hand.
you cum at the sight, a small whimper escaping your mouth. "fuck...taesan–!"
he lets out a small chuckle as he cleans himself with the tissues on his desk. letting out a small hiss as he clean his sensitive shaft.
you lean in again, wiping your finger on your sheets. slowly typing on your keyboard as you recovered yourself.
⍣ I'm a full believer that Sungho would be whiny. Not in a slutty way, but in a “why the hell would you do that” way.
⍣ He’d be in the moment, just kissing and feeling you up, too into it to notice that your lips had found their way to his neck until after.
He lightly pushes you off his neck, your legs still straddling either side of him as you sit on his lap. His eyes go wide, and he feels his neck like he can somehow feel the hickey with his fingers. “Ah~ah! Did you leave a mark?” He searches your face, only to be met with a smile and mischievous eyes.
“Ah~ah!” he whines again, throwing his head back in disbelief.
⍣ He secretly loves that you try to mark him and claim him as yours—and he lets you know. 😉
⍣ He likes them on his collarbone or shoulders, especially when he’s wearing a tank top and can see them while walking around the house. (He also loves it when you mention them—saying they look good, or that he looks good as yours.)
𝑹𝒊𝒘𝒐𝒐:
⍣ I feel like he wouldn't really care. Maybe he'd be a little like, "Seriously? Oh, okay," but that's it.
⍣ Then he would be embarrassed for sure — mostly when he's outside, running errands, hanging with friends. They would tease him a lot. His ears would get red, and he'd try to hide them then.
⍣ He likes them on the lower side of his neck — specifically the left side, so he can see them in selfies.
He went to the bathroom to get ready after a morning makeout in bed. Looking in the mirror and finding a small red mark on his neck, he closes his eyes and breathes, suppressing a smile. "Baby?" he calls through the closed door. "What is this?" He rubs at it, making sure it's real before going on with his day.
⍣ When it fades, he'll be wanting another one — just so he can keep the reminder for himself that he is yours. (Loves being claimed, but not owned!)
𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏:
⍣ Just like I mentioned before with Riwoo, he’d love to be claimed — maybe even owned a little 🤷♀️
⍣ He’s a proud show-off, always wearing low-cut tops so everyone knows he’s taken — even in the middle of winter.
⍣ During the moment, he’d be groaning softly, probably tilting his head back a little too far just so you have access to the whole thing.
His hands hold your hips down onto his lap, his hard on pushes into you as he grinds slightly into your covered area. Your hands placed on his sholders as you leave many marks on his neck and collar bone. You pull away and run your hand to his neck, seeing your hand on his neck with those marks turns something on inside you. You choke him a little, which earns a groan in response and a thrust up onto you.
⍣ He likes giving you two matching hickeys — if you leave one on the right side of his neck, you’ll find one on yours too. One on your left collarbone? There’s one on you as well.
𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒏:
⍣ I feel like Taesan would enjoy giving hickeys just as much as receiving them.
⍣ He loves the way they look scattered across the bottom of his neck and shoulders, especially against his black clothes and chunky silver jewelry. He would prefer to have hickeys, then not.
⍣ Just as much as he likes them on him, he likes them on you. He likes giving you them just so other guys will stay away. (though he'll never admit he's jealous) He likes giving them during sex too. Having coved your chest and the back of your sholders with them.
⍣ And Taesan? Definitely a groan and moaner. During sex: groans. During hickeys/kissing: moans, right into your mouth.
⍣ He does get self conscious of them sometimes, since he doesnt want to seem like a total slut or dominated by his partner (even though theres nothing wrong with that)
You straddle him after dinner, feeling a bit conflicted. You place a kiss on his temple before resting your head on his sholder. He holds your back and your head agaisnt his body, the warmth reassuring you. You look up and place a kiss to his lips. You hug for a while before you start to kiss again. And the neck kissing and shirt removal comes into place! You can't help but leave marks on his sholders, and after he asks nicely, you leave more on his neck. And all he would say when he sees them is, "This is all I get?"
...
"Baby." He pulls you in for a hug when he gets home from work. His lips meet your neck and leave a soft kiss. It doesnt take long before you guys are lost in a makeout session. His hands hold your neck up as he places kisses all over, leaving a hickey on it. (He's got a choke kink fs)
𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒏:
⍣ Oooh, Leehan. Kim Donghyun. I have so many mixed thoughts about how he might be behind his idol image — but let’s go with this one for now.
⍣ He’d love it when you straddle him; just feeling your thighs against his would drive him crazy. The weight of you on him would make him feel grounded and secure. He’d look up at you with eyes full of affection before you lean in closer.
⍣ I feel like he would love to be kissed right under his jaw or where his neck meets sholder. Hickeys on the other hand, anywhere and everywhere. He loves them to be easily visible if he needs them to be; but he doesn't want other to know that he's taken right away. He wants to build up that suspension.
⍣ He would most likely be silent when feeling good, but if you make him feel real good, he would probably moan vs. groan. Just small, quiet moans. 🙂
⍣ I also have the impression Leehan gets pussy drunk, so for you girls, I gotchu 😉 he would be leaving hickeys on your inner thights 100%
You would have his jaw underneath your lips as you kiss your way down his neck, nipping at it and leaving some marks on your way down. You pull the collar of his shirt to the side and leave a mark on his collar bone. You'd ask if he wants more, or if these were okay. He'd pull out his phone and look through the camera "Make them darker, you can't see them."
𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒌:
⍣ I feel like he’d be similar to Sungho — the type to get annoyed and whine at you, but secretly love every bit of it.
⍣ He loves it whenever you give him hickeys or any kind of mark. He wants them to be visible so he can show them off and act like he’s being all risky (?). Even when people tease him about it, he’ll whine and complain—but then turn around and show it off again, thinking it’s the coolest thing ever.
⍣ When your makeout sessions end and he doesn’t have a hickey, he wants to ask for one. But he’s way too embarrassed to actually say it, so he’ll drop subtle hints instead.
“Hey, babe,” he says, coming up behind you and placing one hand on your shoulder and the other proudly on his hip. “I’ve been thinking—I’m starting to really like the color red. I saw a pomegranate earlier, and I kinda wanna try one. But I heard they stain really bad, so I was wondering if you could do it for me.”
Why would he want you to stain your hands for his food? You stare at him like he’s speaking some new language he just invented, calling him crazy. He groans, whining and throwing a small fit when he realizes you’ll never get it.
“Hickey! Babe, give me a hickey!”
His ears are red, his eyes wide and shy. He stands a few feet away from you, looking both flustered and expectant. You can’t help but smile and laugh, padding over to him before pressing a kiss to his neck—leaving a big, bright mark that’ll make him feel even more embarrassed than he expected… but in the best way possible.
✧ you were just supposed to record his song. he was just supposed to be your producer. somewhere between quiet directions, late-night sessions, and “just one more take,” it stops being that simple.
✧ han taesan x fem!reader | idol au, producer au, slow burn, studio romance, mutual trust, soft tension, light teasing, emotional fluff | wc: ~2.8k
✧ author’s note: first BND fic!!!! woooo!!!!
✧ keep reading if you want to stay a while ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
you shouldn’t have been nervous.
really.
you’d spent years training for this.
you’d sung in front of vocal coaches who looked physically incapable of smiling.
you’d danced until your knees gave out under the lights in practice rooms that never seemed to sleep.
you’d stood in front of company executives with your hands clasped behind your back so they wouldn’t notice they were shaking.
you’d survived all of that.
so one recording session shouldn’t have been the thing that did you in.
...right?
your manager gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
"don’t worry too much."
easy for him to say.
"he’s a sweet guy. think of him as just another producer."
but that somehow made it worse.
because he wasn’t just anybody.
he was han taesan.
producer. songwriter. idol.
the taesan whose name was buried somewhere in half the demos trainees whispered about.
the taesan who somehow always looked calm in behind-the-scenes videos while everyone else looked like they hadn’t slept in three days.
the taesan who had apparently been trusted with producing your group’s debut song.
no pressure.
your fingers tightened around the lyric sheet.
the studio door slid open before you could think yourself into turning around and pretending you got the room number wrong.
he was already there.
one ear covered by oversized headphones, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, quietly scrolling through files before looking up at the sound of the door.
your eyes met.
he blinked.
you blinked.
"...hi."
"...hey."
silence.
not an uncomfortable one though.
just one where two people seemed equally convinced the other should probably say something first.
then, unexpectedly—
he laughed.
small. quiet. more to himself than anything.
“i’m relieved.”
you frowned.
"...relieved?"
“you look nervous.”
your ears immediately warmed.
“oh—and great, so it’s definitely showing,” you said with a small, nervous laugh.
“but i’m kind of relieved i’m not the only one.”
you stared at him.
"wait...you’re nervous?"
he rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile.
“a little.”
“oh?”
“okay, maybe a lot.”
“but haven’t you done this before?”
“i’ve written songs before. but i’ve never written one for another group.”
the smile on his face was tiny.
almost sheepish.
“like... what if you hate it?”
you stared at him for exactly half a second before pointing at yourself.
“excuse me?”
he blinked.
“what if i hate it? we should be a bit more concerned on what if i ruin it?”
for a second, neither of you said anything.
then he laughed again.
a real laugh this time.
and somehow you were laughing too.
the tension that had been sitting on your shoulders all morning dissolved into something lighter.
something warm.
he held out his hand with a grin that looked more like encouragement than confidence.
“then...”
he tilted his head.
“...let’s both do our best?”
you looked at his hand for exactly one second before shaking it.
“let’s work hard.”
—
the red recording light blinked on.
you adjusted your headphones, inhaled once, and sang.
when the take finished, silence settled over the room for exactly three seconds before his voice came through the speakers.
“one more take?”
you let out a small, steady breath and nodded.
“got it.”
“i liked it.”
“…but?”
“i think you can go a bit deeper emotionally in the second half.”
you focused, already shifting into work mode.
“okay. more build-up into the chorus, or more contrast?”
he leaned back slightly, thinking.
“both. i know what i want it to feel like, i just—”
a pause. his fingers tapped lightly against the desk.
“i can hear it in my head, but i can’t really explain it properly.”
“try me.”
he looked up, intrigued.
“warm, but a little far away,” he said slowly. “like nostalgia, but not sad. more like you’re remembering something you don’t want to lose.”
you listened, then nodded.
“okay. let me something out.”
the next take ended, and he didn’t speak right away.
you could hear him replaying it—once, then again.
then—
“wait.”
his tone shifted, sharper with interest.
“that part before the chorus—can you do it again?”
“like this?”
you sang it once more, softer, a little more suspended at the end.
silence.
then—
“oh.”
“what?”
he sat up slightly.
“that’s it.”
“like that?”
“yeah,” he said quickly. then, quieter, more certain. “exactly like that.”
“i couldn’t figure it out how to explain it,” he admitted, eyes still on the screen. “but you just did it.”
you smiled faintly.
“then i’ll keep that direction.”
“yeah,” he said softly. “i trust you on this.”
and after that, it wasn’t just him directing anymore.
it was both of you, finding the song together.
—
it started off small.
a few days later, you got a message.
“are you free for like… 30 minutes?”
no explanation. no overthinking. just that.
when you walked into the studio, he was already there—same hoodie, same half-focused expression, like he’d been stuck on the same idea for a while.
“i can’t get this chorus right,” he said immediately.
“hello to you too mr. taesan.”
he looked up, then laughed under his breath like he’d just remembered basic social skills.
“hi.”
then, quieter:
“sorry for calling you over. i just… really wanted your opinion.”
that was new.
you stepped closer.
“lets hear it.”
—
by the end of the session, you were both leaning toward the monitor.
“i think it needs less force here,” you said carefully.
he tilted his head.
“less force like… softer? or like—”
“like it’s not trying to convince anyone. it already knows.”
he looked at you.
then nodded slowly.
“…that makes sense.”
then, almost to himself:
“i don’t know why that makes more sense when you say it.”
you shrugged a little.
“same brain, i guess.”
that got a quiet laugh out of him.
—
and after that… it just started happening more and more.
a message here. a “are you free?” there. a demo file waiting for you before you even asked what it was for.
you stopped thinking of it as “helping out.”
it became something else—something unspoken, but steady.
you’d come by, sit down, and pick up on what he meant halfway through his thoughts. he’d wait for your reaction before deciding what he actually thought of a line.
sometimes you didn’t even need to talk much.
just listen. adjust. try again.
and somewhere between late sessions and half-finished choruses, it stopped feeling like work you were stepping into…
and started feeling like something you were already part of.
—
around a few weeks later, things started to shift again.
you were packing up when he spoke.
“…hey.”
you looked up.
“yeah?”
he didn’t look at you right away—like he was letting the words form properly first.
“do you ever want to hang out outside of this building?”
you blinked.
then stared at him.
“outside?”
he nodded once.
“like… not here.”
a pause.
you slowly turned back to your bag, pretending to think when you had already made your decision.
“that’s kind of a dangerous question to ask another idol,” you said, but your voice was softer than your words.
he leaned back in his chair.
“i know.”
no joke in it.
no deflection.
just honest.
“but i’m asking anyway.”
that made you look at him again.
really look.
“right now?” you asked quietly.
he gave a small shrug and a smile.
“right now works.”
your fingers paused on your bag strap.
the idea suddenly felt a little too real to ignore.
“wouldn’t that be too much?” you asked, your voice softer now, trying to sound casual as you ignored how your heartbeat had started picking up.
he tilted his head.
“depends.”
“on?”
“if we’re doing something wrong.”
a pause.
then, a little softer—
“or if we’re just getting coffee and pretending we’re normal people for an hour.”
that broke the tension immediately.
you laughed, a little breathy, shaking your head.
“you’re weirdly bold for someone who was nervous like two weeks ago.”
he hummed.
“who said i wasn't still nervous”
there wasn't any pressure in his words.
just certainty.
“honestly, i think i’d rather ask… than spend time wondering what this could turn into.”
the words hung there for a moment, like neither of you wanted to rush past them.
“…i think i’d rather find out too,” you admitted softly, your voice lighter than your thoughts felt.
then added, trying—and failing—to sound casual:
“but if this gets us caught, i’m blaming your song.”
he blinked.
then a grin broke out on his face—slow at first, like it was trying to stay composed, and then fully giving up.
“wow,” he said, leaning back in his chair, clearly amused now. “my song is already causing problems outside the studio?”
you shrugged, but you were smiling too.
“…i mean,” you said, glancing up at him with a teasing look you didn’t fully try to hide, “it is kind of influential.”
that got him laughing for real—light, surprised, like he hadn’t expected the moment to feel this easy.
“noted,” he said, still grinning as he grabbed his jacket. “i’ll tell it to behave.”
and somehow, as you both moved toward the door, it didn’t feel like stepping out of the studio anymore.
it felt like stepping into something you hadn’t named yet.
◞ ʚɞ cw suggestive doesn’t go to pure smut, marking, making out, dry humping, down bad bonedo, ot6, request <3
➷ ︵ park sungho
definitely the one who bought you lingerie, he’s a sucker for seeing his lady all pretty. Surprise him with it one day after he comes home from practice, and he’s all over you, mouthing your neck, whispering praises into the shell of your ear. He’s whining at you, begging you to come to bed, kissing the of your mouth, you love seeing him needy. Once he finally gets you in the bedroom you will not be out for another two hours.
➷ ︵ lee riwoo
doesn’t have much of a thought about lingerie until you surprise him, wearing a gorgeous red and silky set with your makeup done. Riwoo’s mouth practically drops to his feet. For the rest of the night you have him in the palm of your hand, melting into a puddle when you touch him. He shyly will press kisses against your neck as you coax him to your bed, and of course he’s already whimpering before anything even happens.
➷ ︵ myung jaehyun
also bought you lingerie, he loves the idea of spoiling you filthy, and also the sight of you in a sexy black set. He’s going to want you on top of him, kissing him silly as he ruts up into you, seeking the friction from your clothed cunt. He gropes you like he’s never been able to touch you before. He doesn’t care that you both are actively ruining your lingerie, he can always buy another set, all he cares about is you, and how nice the material feels against his hands as he runs them all over your body.
➷ ︵ han taesan
secretly has a thing for lingerie but never told you out of fear you wouldn’t be up to it, though was pleasantly surprised when you’re wearing the cutest pink set when he comes home from practice. Instantly VERY possessive of you, feeling you up, biting down on the most sensitive points of your neck. He wants everyone to know you’re his and nobody else, he cannot fathom the thought of someone else seeing you this sexy. Trust he will be between your legs for HOURS.
➷ ︵ kim leehan
bought you the lingerie, but he doesn’t want you to surprise him, he wants to personally dress you. He’ll be slow and teasing while taking off your clothes, slipping your top off and pulling your pants down, being nothing but disgustingly sweet to you as he kisses and worships your body. It’s the worst when he gets to your bra and underwear, he takes his sweet time, drawing out the reactions he desires. Kissing up your leg, but instead of mouthing your heat, he pulls up the lingerie bottoms. He finally gives you what you want when he’s finished, praising you for how good you were.
➷ ︵ kim woonhak
huge lover boy, and is honest to god into whatever you’re into. Like riwoo, lingerie never really crossed his mind until you come up behind him, your arms circling around his waist with the most gorgeous white set on. Practically drools and is instantly pulling you to the bedroom, his lips already connected to yours as you crash onto the bed. He’s swearing into your lips, his fingers already circling around your clit. A level of neediness he has never felt washes over his system and best believe he’s not letting off until you’re both milked dry. (since then he’s been buying you them himself because it turns him on that much.)
try to tell who’s moe’s bias challenge level impossible
fluff, another shortish one, some smut in woonhak’s
a/n: yes finally another bonedo ask 🙏🙏 i GOT YOU i hope you love this one too!!!
jaehyun
literally would be big spoon or small spoon. doesn’t give a single fuck, just as long as you are touching. his arms and legs would somehow always end up wrapped around you. i think his body to be very warm too, no blanket needed when jaehyun is here.
loves to lay on your chest and stare at you as you talk to him. also PLEASE play with his hair. he will never ask you directly to but he wants you to trust. could probably lay anywhere on you and fall asleep tbh, he just feels so safe with you :(
sungho
(im literally melting thinking about this somebody sedate me) he would be so impossibly close to you. i think he prefers to spoon you or have your head on his chest the most :(
he also loves laying on your chest and falling asleep to your heartbeat. he finds the noise so calming and it makes him fall asleep very fast. most nights he needs to feel your warmth to actually have a good nights rest.
riwoo
his manhood says he needs to be the big spoon all the time but after you spooned him once, he swore he would never go back. now of course he would still spoon you but he loves when you hold him, no matter your size.
loves to kiss your neck and cheeks occasionally as he whispers how much he loves you into your ear, especially if he is laying on your chest. he loves to be wrapped in your arms as he feels the safest and most loved there. on a rare occasion he would spoon you but he truly prefers to be in your arms :)
taesan
prefers to have you laying in his chest so that he can play with your hair :( he would fiddle with it, sometimes even tangling it but he would promise to brush it out for you after you got up! he would also kiss the top of your head occasionally just to smell your shampoo :( (he loves the way you smell)
would also love if you laid between his legs and on top of him. its maximum physical contact for you two and he loves that he can hold you super close. he would pepper your shoulders and cheeks with kisses, causing you to squirm. he just loves to hear your giggles and loves holding you so very much…
leehan
wants YOU to play with his hair. he would lay on your stomach between your legs, granting you full access to his thick head of hair. he would let you do whatever to it, braid it, twist it, or tie it in knots. he has fallen asleep many times in that exact position before.
otherwise, he is another one who likes you laying on his chest. he pets your head occasionally as you listen to his heartbeat. he finds it so calming when you lay with him and talk to him for hours. he prefers sitting in comfortable silence but laying there talking about your days is so important to him too 🥹
woonhak
big spoon 10000% dont play. he wants to baby you as much as possible. he loves holding you as close as possible and kissing your shoulders and neck occasionally. woonhak is very gentle when he kisses you, especially in sensitive spots.
almost always pops a boner like this though… tried to keep it calm and cool but if you noticed his growing problem he might just have to gently make love to you. he would keep you in the same position, whining in your ear as he tells you how much he loves you 😓
