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[wishforjei]

Hi could you do audio for Leo from ald1 please (in english if you can but its not necessary) 🙏🙏🙏

NSFW audio! requested!

leo making a mess in your mouth <3

[cherryyleo]

♡Dodging their kisses♡

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♡ Junseo—

 It was one of those lazy evenings at the dorm,  the kind where everyone just piled into the living room without a plan. The TV played some random movie in the background, but no one was really paying attention. Geonwoo and Sanghyeon were bickering about something small again, Leo was half-asleep on the armchair, and Anxin kept tossing popcorn at anyone who wasn’t reacting to his jokes.

You were tucked into the corner of the couch, right next to Junseo. His arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, your head leaning against him while you tried not to look too out of place. You’d hung out with the guys enough that it didn’t feel awkward, but still, being this close to your boyfriend with everyone around made you a little stiff.

Junseo noticed immediately. Of course he did.

“You good?” he murmured, leaning down slightly so only you could hear him.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course.”

But your shoulders were tense, and he could tell. With a soft laugh, he tightened his arm around you and gave your side a light squeeze, like he was trying to melt the stiffness out of you. “Relax,” he said quietly, amusement lacing his tone.

Of course, that was the moment Anxin decided to pipe up. “Hyung,” he said loudly from across the couch, grinning, “your girlfriend looks like she doesn’t even like you.”

The room erupted with laughter, Geonwoo letting out a dramatic “ooooh,” while Sangwon nearly choked on his drink. Junseo gave Anxin a look that could kill. “Anxin,” he said calmly, “don’t make me bench you for the rest of the week.”

That shut him up… temporarily.

The noise eventually died down, and the movie filled the silence again. You leaned back into Junseo, finally feeling a little more comfortable, lulled by the sound of his breathing. Everything felt easy,  until you felt him shift beside you.

You didn’t even have to look up to know what he was thinking.

“Junseo,” you warned under your breath.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. His eyes, though, were locked on you with that lazy warmth that always made your heart skip. “Can’t a man show his girlfriend a little affection?”

You shot him a look. “Not here. I’m not kissing you in front of the members. Are you crazy?”

He paused, lips curving into a small, playful smile. “Did you really just deny your boyfriend a kiss?”

“Yes,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm, but your grin was giving you away.

The boys, of course, had no concept of personal space or boundaries. Every single one of them had gone suspiciously quiet, pretending to watch the movie while clearly eavesdropping. Sangwon had even lowered the volume a notch, the traitor.

Junseo chuckled under his breath. “They’re not even being subtle.”

“Exactly,” you hissed.

But Junseo wasn’t backing down. His gaze softened, that kind of look that made your stomach flutter despite yourself. “You think I care about them?” he whispered, voice low enough that only you could hear.

Before you could respond, he leaned in anyway. The world seemed to pause for half a second, the laughter, the background noise, the movie, all fading into a hush.

You barely had time to whisper his name before he kissed you, gentle and sure, not even giving the boys’ existence a second thought.

Someone (Anxin) groaned dramatically. “Hyung, we’re literally right here.”

Junseo pulled back just slightly, eyes still on you, that tiny satisfied smile playing at his lips. “And I don't care,” he murmured, ignoring the chorus of teasing sounds from the couch.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help smiling too. “I hate you.”

He laughed softly, pulling you closer again. “You don't ,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

And even as the boys continued their noisy commentary, you couldn’t deny….. he was right.

♡ Jiahao—

 You were in front of the mirror, hair half-done, mascara wand in hand, trying to finish getting ready for a night out with your friends. Music played softly from your phone, and behind you, on the edge of the bed, sat Jiahao, arms crossed, legs sprawled out, watching you like a sulky cat.

“You’re really gonna leave me here?” he asked for maybe the fifth time that evening. His tone was dramatic enough to belong in a K-drama. “All alone. While you go out. To a club. Without me.”

You met his reflection in the mirror, lips twitching. “You make it sound like I’m abandoning you for a year.”

“You basically are,” he muttered, slumping even more. “Do you know how dangerous clubs are? What if some guy talks to you?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you reached for your lipstick. “I’ll survive, Hao.”

He frowned, watching as you carefully traced the red onto your lips. “Yeah, but will I survive?”

You ignored him, slipping into your dress and smoothing it out before turning around, and that’s when he froze.

His jaw dropped slightly, eyes widening in exaggerated disbelief. “Oh, absolutely not,” he said, standing up so fast you barely had time to react before he was in front of you. “You can’t go out looking like that without me.”

His hands found your waist almost automatically, fingertips pressing lightly against your skin through the fabric. He wasn’t angry, just flustered, playful, that mix of possessive and lovesick that was so him.

“Jiahao,” you warned, laughing. “It’s just a dress.”

“It’s the dress,” he said, still sulking. “How am I supposed to let you leave like this?”

You reached up, brushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. “By trusting me?”

He pouted. “No. That’s too hard……Give me a kiss at least before you go.” He said mischievously. 

You smiled sweetly… and turned your head at the last second. His lips landed on your cheek instead, and when you pulled back, he just stood there, frozen.

“Hello?” he said, blinking. “Did you just dodge me? Before going out without me?”

You bit back a laugh. “You’re gonna ruin my lipstick.”

He stared, half-offended, half-incredulous. “Who cares about your lipstick? Who do you wanna look pretty for, huh?”

You grinned mischievously. “My other hoes, obviously.”

For a solid three seconds, he just blinked at you, like his brain was buffering. “Excuse me?”

You couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. “I’m joking oh my god” you said quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re the only one I want to look pretty for.”

He gave you that look, the one where he’s still pretending to be mad but his lips are already twitching. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled.

Leaning in, you pressed a small, quick kiss to his lips,  careful not to smudge your lipstick too much. “Happy now?”

He sighed dramatically, pulling you closer anyway. “Not really….. but I guess you can go….”

As you slipped on your shoes, he watched from the doorframe, arms crossed but smiling now. “Text me when you get there,” he said, voice softer.

“I will,” you promised, waving.

And as you left, you heard him mutter just loud enough for you to catch "She's too pretty for her own good.”

You smiled to yourself. He was damn right.

♡ Leo—

 Days off for Leo were rare. When he finally got one, there was only one thing he wanted to do: absolutely nothing,  with you.

So there you were, both wrapped up under his blanket, sunlight spilling lazily through the curtains, a random movie humming in the background. You’d been in the same position for hours, Leo sprawled half on top of you, face buried in your chest, one arm slung tightly around your waist while the other rested loosely over your stomach. His leg was hooked over yours, keeping you trapped in the softest, warmest way possible.

Every now and then, you’d feel his slow, even breaths against your skin, and it made you smile. He’d fallen asleep like that clingy, comfortable, and peaceful. You could feel the weight of him pressing into you, grounding you, and your fingers had naturally found their way into his hair, lazily playing with the soft strands.

The room was quiet, until a sudden loud crash came from the TV, making you both jump slightly. Leo stirred, mumbling incoherently, lifting his head just enough to blink at you through half-lidded eyes. His hair was sticking up everywhere, his cheek red from where it had been pressed against you, and his lips parted in the tiniest pout.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Leo, you look so cute right now.”

He frowned groggily, voice rough with sleep. “I’m not cute.”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile too wide. “But you are,” you whispered, cupping his face between your hands. “My cute baby.”

He squinted at you, cheeks faintly pink, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering as he nuzzled his face deeper into your palms like a sleepy cat. Your heart melted instantly.

“Oh my god,” you whispered dramatically. “I’m getting cuteness aggression.”

And before you could stop yourself, you started peppering kisses all over his face,  his cheeks, his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his chin, every spot you could reach, giggling between each one. His skin was warm, soft under your lips, and you could feel him smiling faintly.

Until you stopped just short of his lips.

Leo blinked at you, dazed but clearly aware enough to notice. He tilted his head slightly, voice a little more awake now. “You missed a spot,” he murmured.

You grinned innocently. “Hm? No, I think I got them all.”

He narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight so he was hovering a little over you now, his messy hair falling into his face. “Don’t mess with me right now,” he mumbled, sounding way too serious for someone who’d been asleep five minutes ago.

You laughed softly. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”

He huffed, leaning in for what he clearly thought would be a well-deserved kiss, but you turned your head at the last second. His lips brushed your cheek instead.

For a second, he just froze there, blinking in disbelief. Then he pulled back slightly, pouting like a child who’d been told no candy before dinner.

“…Did you just dodge me?” he said, voice flat with betrayal.

You bit back a laugh. “Maybe.”

He stared at you for a long moment, then dramatically flopped back down on top of you, muttering into your shoulder. “Hell nah.”

You were laughing too hard to respond.

He lifted his head again, giving you the most unimpressed expression possible. “You are not getting away with that.”

Before you could react, his hand slid up to your cheek, gently but firmly turning your face toward him, and then he kissed you, loud and sure, like he was stamping a claim.

When he pulled back, his lips curved into the faintest smug smile. “There we go.”

You stared at him, half laughing, half in disbelief. “Leo, it was just a joke.”

He held your gaze, suddenly quiet. “Never joke like that again.”

You blinked. The way he said it wasn’t demanding, just soft, honest, sleepy sincerity in his eyes. You smiled, reaching up to smooth his hair again. “Okay,” you said, voice gentler now. “I won’t.”

He sighed contently, settling back onto your chest. “Good,” he mumbled, already drifting back to sleep. “You’re stuck with me anyway.”

You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his messy hair again as the movie played on, the two of you wrapped up in the quiet, lazy kind of love that didn’t need anything else.

♡ Geonwoo—

 You’d been buried in textbooks all afternoon, highlighters scattered across your desk, coffee half-finished beside your notes. Finals were close, and you’d sworn to yourself that today would be productive, no distractions, no breaks, no nonsense.

Except, of course, your boyfriend didn’t believe in any of that.

When you heard your apartment door unlock and the soft creak of footsteps, you didn’t even have to look up. “Geonwoo, please tell me you didn’t just let yourself in again.”

“I missed you,” came his easy, unbothered reply. You turned just enough to see him drop onto your bed like he owned the place, sprawling out against your pillows. His tall frame practically swallowed half the mattress, one arm tucked behind his head, the other scrolling idly on his phone.

“You look really pretty with your glasses on,” he said after a moment, tone casual, but you could hear the smirk.

“Geonwoo, shut up. I’m studying.”

“You look even prettier when you’re mad at me.”

You sighed, trying to stay focused. This had been his routine all afternoon , throwing little comments your way, testing how long it would take before you broke. The worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Are you even comfortable watching me study for hours?” you asked finally, not looking up.

“I’d be more comfortable if you came over here,” he replied immediately.

You ignored him.

He waited. Then, apparently deciding your silence was unacceptable, he got up. You heard the soft creak of your chair as he approached, and before you could protest, you felt him standing behind you, tall enough to make the air shift.

“Baby,” he murmured, leaning down so his voice brushed right against your ear. His hands rested on the desk, one on either side, boxing you in. “Don’t ignore me.”

You didn’t answer, eyes glued to your notebook, even though your heart was definitely not focusing on the definition you were trying to memorize.

“Babyyy,” he repeated, his tone softer, teasing. He leaned down even more, his chin hovering beside your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. You could feel his smile.

You tried so hard to stay composed, but then you glanced at him, and that was your first mistake. His face was right there, just inches from yours.

He caught your gaze and, of course, leaned in,  slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on you as if testing your willpower. His lips were close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

And right when he tilted forward to kiss you, you turned your head.

He froze mid-movement, lips brushing nothing but air.

“…Did you just—” He blinked, his expression shifting between disbelief and offense. 

You looked up at him innocently. “Maybe.”

“Are you actually mad at me right now?” he asked, though his voice had softened, equal parts amused and confused.

Before you could respond, he shifted his hands to the armrests of your chair and spun you to face him. Suddenly, you were eye level with his chest, and when you looked up, he was towering over you, his eyes gleaming with mock seriousness.

“You’re annoying,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Okay, but you love me,” he replied instantly.

“Not right now.”

He laughed quietly, leaning closer. “Come on. Give me a kiss, and I’ll stop bothering you.”

You tilted your head, playing along. “If you let me study, then I will.”

Geonwoo arched an eyebrow, pretending to think. “So… a reward system?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push his arm off your chair, but his hand stayed firm, not forceful, just steady, the way he always was. “Geonwoo.”

He grinned. “Fine,” he said finally, lowering his voice again. “But you’re not getting away with dodging me twice.”

And before you could protest, he leaned down and kissed you…., soft at first, testing, then just a little deeper, long enough that the sound of your heartbeat drowned out everything else.

When he finally pulled away, he was smiling, clearly satisfied. “There. Motivation,” he said simply.

You sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm, maybe,” he said, already leaning in for another quick kiss before stepping back toward the bed. “But now you’ll study faster so you can come cuddle me.”

You turned back to your books, trying not to smile. And failed completely.

♡ Sangwon—

 It was well past eleven when you checked the clock again. The company building was practically silent, every hallway dim except for the one practice room still lit, the one where Sangwon refused to stop moving.

He’d been at it since eight, replaying the same section of choreography over and over, the music echoing against the mirrored walls. You sat curled up on the couch in the corner, watching him push himself far past what any sane person would call “one last run-through.”

His shirt clung to him, his breath coming out in short, uneven bursts. But even exhausted, he still moved with that same precision, that same intensity that made you understand exactly why he’d been chosen as center.

When the song cut out again, you stood up, crossing the room with your water bottle in hand. “Sangwon,” you called softly. “Baby, you can’t even breathe. Let’s call it a day, okay?”

He bent forward with his hands on his knees, sweat dripping down his temples. “Just… one more time,” he said between breaths.

You rolled your eyes, gently taking the bottle cap off and pressing it into his hand. “Wonie, you’ve done it a hundred times already. You can practice more tomorrow when you’ve actually slept.”

He looked at you then, tired, frustrated, and just a little lost. For a second, you saw the way his shoulders relaxed at your voice. You reached up, brushing his damp hair back and cupping his cheek. “Please,” you said softly. “Let’s go home.”

He hesitated, torn between his perfectionism and your pleading tone. Then, a small smile crept onto his face. “Fine,” he said, straightening up. “But give me a kiss first and we’ll go.”

“HELL NAH,” you said instantly, leaning back. “Sangwon, do you have any idea how sweaty you are?”

He blinked, pretending to be offended. “So you don’t love me when I’m sweaty?”

“Nope.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “Take that back.”

“Not a chance.”

You didn’t even have time to react before he closed the distance, both of his very sweaty hands cupping your face as he planted a loud, unapologetic kiss right on your lips.

You squealed, shoving at his chest. “You are disgusting, Sangwon.”

He only laughed, that smug little grin spreading across his face as he wiped his forehead with his arm. “I’m your disgusting boyfriend. Shut up.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Cute?” he echoed, tilting his head with mock innocence. “You mean irresistible.”

“Delusional,” you corrected, grabbing his dance bag off the floor.

He slung an arm around your shoulders anyway, ignoring your protests as he steered you toward the door, humming to himself.

“See?” he said as the hallway lights flickered above you. “Now we can leave. And you did give me a kiss.”

You shot him a look, but his grin was so bright, so stupidly satisfied, that you couldn’t even argue. You just sighed, bumping his shoulder lightly. “Next time you’re showering before you touch me, got it?”

“Sure,” he said cheerfully, which, knowing Sangwon, meant absolutely not.

♡ Xinlong—

 The night was quiet when he showed up. You hadn’t expected him, he hadn’t even texted, but when you heard the knock on your door and saw his face on the other side, you didn’t hesitate for a second before letting him in.

He looked tired. The kind of tiredness that went deeper than just needing sleep. His hoodie hung loosely off his shoulders, his hair still slightly damp from showering at the company, and even though he smiled when you hugged him, there was a certain heaviness in it.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. He was so much taller that he easily tucked your head under his chin, holding you there for a quiet moment. “Long day?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, a sound that was more sigh than word. “I missed you.”

You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. “I can tell.”

You’d made a small dinner earlier, nothing fancy, just something warm to share. The two of you sat on the floor by the coffee table, your backs resting against the couch as you ate together. The TV was off, your only background noise was the low hum of the city outside.

You told him about your day, how your professors were evil incarnate, how the commute had been awful, how you’d ended up scrolling TikTok for two straight hours instead of doing homework. He listened quietly, eyes soft, a faint smile tugging at his lips as if just hearing you talk was enough to ease his exhaustion.

But you could feel his gaze lingering. The way his eyes flicked from your face to your lips and back again.

When you finally looked up at him, he didn’t even try to hide it.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Nothing,” he said, voice low, still watching you. “Just thinking about how much I missed this.”

And before you could answer, he leaned in, slow, certain, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. He was clearly aiming for a kiss.

So naturally, you leaned away.

He froze mid-movement, blinking in surprise. “Okay… what was that?”

You looked at him like you didn’t know what he meant. “What was what?”

“Did you just dodge my kiss?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I just didn’t wanna kiss you right now,” you said, trying not to laugh.

He stared at you, completely scandalized. “Do you—wait. Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna break up with me?” he continued, already spiraling.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a grin, and nodded just slightly, just to see his reaction.

Xinlong blinked once. Then he straightened up, crossed his arms, and said flatly, “Well, that sucks for you. Because we’re not breaking up.”

You finally burst out laughing, and his expression faltered into confusion. “Wait, what?”

“Relax!” you said, clutching your stomach as you laughed. “It’s a trend! I was just messing with you!”

He squinted at you, still half-suspicious, half-relieved. “A trend?”

You nodded, still giggling.

He shook his head slowly, muttering, “I hate you sometimes…” before leaning forward suddenly and catching your face in his hands. “Try dodging me again, I dare you.”

You squealed, trying to lean back again, but he was faster this time. His lips caught yours in a soft, lingering kiss, warm and just a little needy, the kind that said I missed you too much for this kind of teasing.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “You’re—,” he murmured, though the faint smile on his lips betrayed him.

“You love me,” you teased.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah,” he admitted softly.

♡ Anxin—

 You honestly didn’t know how you got here. One minute you were chilling on the couch, and the next you were sitting cross-legged on the floor of your boyfriend’s room, clutching a controller and losing for the fifth time in a row.

“Wait, wait—stop hitting me, I’m still figuring out how to—” “Boom,” Anxin said smugly, not even looking at the screen as his character obliterated yours. “You suck at this.”

You turned your head slowly. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t even blink. “I said you suck.”

You dropped the controller and gawked at him. “You invited me to play!”

He grinned, leaning back on his hands, completely unbothered. “Yeah, I didn’t say I’d go easy on you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, pouting as you crossed your arms. “You’re so mean.”

“Aw, don’t pout,” he said in a mock-sweet tone. “You still look cute when you lose.”

That earned him a light smack on the arm, which only made him laugh harder. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” you muttered.

“Of course I am,” he said, flashing that annoying, perfect smile. “Watching my girlfriend rage is my favorite hobby.”

You stared at him for a beat, ready to fight him or walk out, maybe both, when he suddenly leaned closer, his expression shifting. “Hey,” he said, voice softer now.

“What.”

“Kiss me.”

You blinked. “You just told me I suck at your stupid game.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but you’re cute when you’re mad. I deserve a kiss for putting up with your terrible gameplay.”

You sat there “You deserve—? Anxin the fucking audacity you have”

Before he could finish laughing, you turned your head away dramatically. “Nope. No kiss. Not until you apologize.”

He tilted his head, grinning. “Apologize? For what?”

You gave him a side-eye sharp enough to cut glass. “For being a brat.”

He leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “But that’s like… my whole personality.”

You chuckled, trying to look serious. “Then no kiss for you.”

He blinked, processing that for a second, and then let out the most exaggerated groan. “You’re so unfair,” he whined, dramatically falling back onto the carpet. “This is abuse.”

You burst out laughing, and he turned his head to give you a playful glare. “Fine. I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Sorry for what?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Sorry for…” He sighed. “For bullying you at video games. Even though it was funny.”

“Good boy,” you said smugly, and leaned forward as if to finally give him the kiss. He leaned up instantly, eyes closing—

And you dodged.

His eyes shot open, pure betrayal written all over his face. “Did you just—?!”

You were already laughing so hard you nearly fell over. “That’s for saying I suck!”

He stared at you for a second before crawling closer, determination in his eyes. “You can’t just dodge me, I'm your boyfriend!? Are you insane?”

You tried to scoot back, still giggling, but he caught your wrist and pulled you toward him. “Anxin—”

“Too late.” He grinned and kissed you quickly, triumphant.

When he pulled back, you were still half-smiling, half-annoyed. “You’re an idiot.”

“Mm,” he hummed, smirk still in place. “And you’re terrible at games. We make a great team.”

You threw a pillow at him, but he just laughed, loud, bright, and so him.

♡ Sanghyeon—

 You’d been stirring the pot on the stove for maybe two minutes before you heard the front door open and the familiar sound of sneakers hitting the floor.

“Baby?” his voice came from the hallway, soft but excited.

“In the kitchen!” you called back.

Seconds later, Sanghyeon appeared in the doorway, his hair a little messy, his hoodie slightly rumpled from practice. His tired eyes instantly softened when they landed on you. “My girlfriend cooking for me?” he said, his grin spreading. “Is this heaven?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, seriously,” he said, walking closer. “I must’ve saved a whole country in my past life or something. A pretty girl making me dinner? How lucky am I?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

Before you could say anything else, you felt his arms snake around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. He sighed, that long, happy kind of sigh that made your heart melt. “I missed you,” he mumbled, pressing closer.

“Sanghyeon,” you said with a small laugh, “I can’t move if you hold me like that.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, squeezing you a little tighter. “I can pass you what you need.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He was always clingy, but sometimes he managed to outdo even himself. His warmth pressed against your back, and every few seconds, you could feel his gaze shift from the food to you,  soft, admiring, hopelessly lovestruck.

“You’re so pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

You chuckled, stirring the pot again. “You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true every day,” he said without missing a beat.

You felt your cheeks warm. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

“Lucky?” he teased. “You mean blessed.”

Before you could respond, he turned his head slightly, his lips brushing the side of your jaw. You flinched back just a little. “Hey! Stop, I’m concentrating,” you said, leaning away.

He froze. His hands slipped off your waist as he blinked in confusion. 

You bit back a laugh, glancing over your shoulder. “I told you I’m busy.”

He looked devastated. “You’re denying me a kiss?” His voice went soft and wounded, his brows furrowing as he tilted his head like a kicked puppy.

You couldn’t help it, you laughed, turning to face him fully. His pout deepened. “Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “That’s mean. I worked so hard today.”

“Baby, you’ll live,” you teased.

“No, I won’t,” he said dramatically, holding his heart. “I’ll just… fade away from heartbreak.”

You burst out laughing, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Okay, okay. Let me finish cooking, and then you can have all the kisses you want, deal?”

His pout immediately vanished, replaced by a smile so wide it nearly split his face. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He nodded, satisfied, and then wrapped himself around you again from behind, careful not to get in the way this time. “Fine,” he said, voice muffled against your shoulder. “But I’m holding you until then.”

You sighed, amused. “You really are a handful you know that?”

“Mm,” he hummed, his tone happy and sleepy. “ You love me anyway.”

You felt your heart flutter as you stirred the food again, his steady breathing pressed against your back. “Yeah,” you whispered, smiling to yourself. “I do.”

Hope you guys liked it!!! Also I have no idea how tumblr works please someone give me a tutorial

[arnos-rose]

ald1 kinks? let me know your thoughts abt plsssss

omg yesss this was so fun to make! i held back from yapping too much or this would get too long so here’s my headcanons! 

ALD1’s kinks

⋆˙⟡ Junseo

Junseo is a dominant-leaning switch.

One of the more vanilla members of the group, his kinks are not too out there. Often, he loves vanilla sex, being gentle and intimate with you, with lots of foreplay. 

If he’s topping, he wants to make you come at least once or twice before being inside you. Is lowkey proud when he’s able to make you come with just his hands or mouth.

However, he also really enjoys rough sex, especially after learning how much you appreciate his strength. If you enjoy being manhandled, he’s more than happy to toss you around, hold you down, and fuck you until you can’t walk straight. He’s not opposed to a little bit of impact play either. If you want him to, he’ll slap your ass and grab your hair. If you’re being naughty, he’ll put you over his lap for some funishment. 

On the occasions he does sub, he’s not above begging for you. In fact, he’s happy to do it, to show you how much he wants you. He’s not a brat and will do what he’s told, and is naturally inclined towards serving you. 

He enjoys mixing some praise in as well, telling you how pretty or handsome you are while he’s absolutely wrecking you. And he genuinely means it—seeing you coming completely undone because of him is one of his favorite sights.

Along with that, he loves to indulge in body worship, accompanying his praise with lots of kisses and caresses anywhere and everywhere. This also comes up a lot during aftercare especially after a rough session, where he’s totally attentive while taking care of you.

⋆˙⟡ Arno

Arno is also a switch, he could go either way. 

Very much into teasing you, whether dominant or submissive. Tease him back though, and he definitely will get payback for that later.

The definition of “beware the quiet ones.” He'll let his hands wander with the most innocent look on his face, and his dirty talk is for your ears only: soft kisses on your neck, the lightest of touches over your thighs, whispers of the lewdest things only you can hear just to get you flustered and blushing. 

Even though he’s such a tease, he prefers keeping your private activities private, and he's always careful to keep it subtle. When he finally gets you alone, though, it's like a switch flips and he becomes a complete menace.

He loves riling you up before you get what you want, testing your limits to see how far he can go before you’ll break. For that reason, he loves to observe how you react to what he says or how he touches you, filing away that information for future use. He loves to see you desperate and begging for him before giving in.

Sometimes testing your limits spills over into overstimulation. He loves getting to make you come as much as possible, and his high stamina means that could be a long time.

Aftercare usually consists of a shared bath and cuddles in bed. He'll appreciate it a lot if you offer to massage him, and more often than not he'll return the favor. During this time, he likes to be quiet together with you, letting you both calm down afterwards. 

⋆˙⟡ Leo

Leo generally leans more dominant. He's usually soft as a dom, but he does get into rougher territory at times.

He loves physical touch and quality time as a way to bond. When it comes to you, he loves to have you in his lap, cockwarming him while he's working on music or watching a series. Sure, he's not very productive and he can't quite concentrate with you on him, but he loves feeling so close and intimate with you. 

One of his favorite positions is having you face down, ass up, so he can spank you while fucking you from behind. Hearing how you moan for it, watching your flesh jiggle when he hits it, it’s addictive for him. He also loves having you ride him and getting to watch your body moving, touching you while you set the pace.

Lowkey has a bit of a breeding kink. He will never get tired of being able to come inside you and seeing it drip between your legs afterwards. The sight alone could get him hard again.

Loves giving and receiving oral, being able to use his talented mouth on you, or to feel yours on him, concentrating totally on each other's pleasure.

He’s also not opposed to using toys in the bedroom. He loves to hold you while a vibrator buzzes away between your legs, riling you up and making you fall apart for him. You could also share one with him and see how long you’ll both last. 

After, he needs to have skin to skin contact with you. He finds it comforting and he doesn’t care if you call him clingy, he just really loves being close to you. 

⋆˙⟡ Geonwoo

Geonwoo strongly prefers to be the dominant partner, and is one of the kinkier guys in the group.

Lowkey a bit of a sadist and very possessive. He loves marking you, leaving hickeys on your neck, chest, thighs—anywhere you’ll let him, bonus points if it’s somewhere visible. He wants people to know that you belong to him.

He is very into discipline, and has a particular love for brat taming. Try to brat this man, and he will have the time of his fucking life putting you back in your place. He also likes to push you to your limits, but instead of teasing, he uses punishment (or maybe funishment, depending on his mood).

To that end, he likes orgasm control, with him in charge of course. Being able to dictate your pleasure, for you to let him own it, gives him an incredible high. He can be very patient when he wants to be; don’t think he’s above edging you for hours until you cry. Test him, and it will be torturous, in the best way possible.

Has kind of a thing about making you cry. Whether from desperation or overwhelming pleasure, seeing those tears in your eyes makes it more exciting for him.

He also loves using degradation mixed with praise. You may be a pathetic, dumb slut, but you’re his pretty, pathetic dumb slut, taking him so well. If you’re good, you might even get his cock as a reward.

Since your sessions can get pretty intense, he’s also very mindful about aftercare. Snacks, cuddles, comforting words, he’ll give you whatever you need afterwards.

Reassure him that you liked what you did! He knows he can get rough and mean so he loves the reminder that you enjoy it too.

⋆˙⟡ Sangwon

Sangwon definitely leans more submissive. He loves being told what to do, whether bottoming or topping. After a long day, he likes being able to turn his mind off from overthinking and focus on pleasing you.

Something that secretly gets him off is exhibitionism. He likes to be watched, to capture attention. Put him in front of a mirror or a camera, and he’s already whining and needy. Maybe he’ll play it up a bit, but you make such a pretty picture of him, he can’t help it.

He also gets turned on at the idea of having sex somewhere risky, where you might get caught. Drag him off into a dark corner for a quickie and he'll be down.

He also loves to give and especially receive praise. He likes being told how pretty he is, and he loves to return that praise to his partner. Intertwine your fingers, look into his eyes, and praise him, and he's a goner. He also loves when you pull his hair, especially when he's between your legs. He'll moan into you like he's the one being touched.

He loves beautiful things, so seeing you in lingerie is a favorite fantasy of his, dressed all pretty for him for only his eyes to see, like his own special present. And if you got him a set too, he’d be putty in your hands.

Definitely appreciates words of affirmation, being told he did well afterwards. He'll hold your hand and tell you what he liked as a way to decompress. He also likes being quiet with you when the words run out.

tysm for reading! please consider commenting & reblogging 💜

also for anyone who read it, writing this def gave me some ideas for a pt 2 of my geonwoo fic! my asks are also open so feel free to drop a message 💜

[jiahaosworld]

pictures ald1 sends u of your bf! leo

content warnings: suggestive during junseo, humour, use of woman once otherwise gender neutral

authors note: let me know which member do you want next ^^

[minsung-archived]

LEOWON 'chains' — boys ii planet vs. m countdown

for @hyunjinz ♡

[wonniesarchive]

Is that mine?

Pairing: Sangwon, Jiahao, Leo x reader

Genre: Fluff | Romance | Mild Spice

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: You never meant to get caught— but when your boyfriend comes home from practice early and finds you in his shirt, comfort turns into something a little more dangerous.

Lee Sangwon

The apartment smelled faintly of detergent, soft and clean, but it wasn’t enough to soothe the ache in your chest. You tugged Sangwon’s oversized shirt further down over your hips, pressing your face into the fabric. The shirt was his — his scent, his warmth lingering in the fibers — and it was the only thing that made the day feel manageable.

You had been counting on being alone tonight. A long day, his absence, and the soft comfort of something that belonged to him. But then you heard the front door click.

“Hey… I’m—”

The words faltered as footsteps grew closer. Panic fluttered in your stomach. You hadn’t expected him back so early.

Before you could even turn, a shadow fell across your side. You looked up and froze. There he was. Sangwon. His dark eyes scanning you slowly, deliberately, lips quirking into that signature teasing smirk.

“Wearing my shirt, huh?” His voice was low, smooth, teasing and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You tried to explain, but your words died in your throat. “I… it’s just—”

He stepped closer, closing the space between you, tilting his head slightly. “It’s mine. And you look… ridiculously cute in it.”

Heat pooled in your chest. Sangwon leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary. “I was gonna scold you for stealing it, but… now I’m not so sure I want to.”

You bit your lip, a small laugh escaping despite the nerves. “I wear it when you’re gone… I like having a piece of you with me.”

Sangwon’s eyes softened for just a moment before the playful glint returned. He tugged lightly at the hem of the shirt, testing the fabric between his fingers. “That explains why I keep smelling you even when I’m not here. You’re gonna drive me crazy like this, you know?”

Your heart hammered. His proximity, his teasing tone, the warmth radiating off him — it was intoxicating.

“Maybe I want to,” you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips.

Sangwon grinned, leaning down so your foreheads touched. “Good. Then I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get used to this all on your own.” His hand brushed your cheek, gentle but commanding, a quiet promise in every movement.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, still smirking at you like he had all the time in the world. “But you really thought you could sneak this past me?”

“I… I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon,” you admitted, tugging the shirt down nervously.

He shook his head, stepping closer until the space between you was almost nonexistent. “Sneaking around, huh? You’re lucky I like it when you do things like this.”

Your stomach flipped as he leaned in, brushing his forehead against yours. “Lucky me?”

“Very,” he whispered, letting his hand drift to your waist, just resting there lightly. His teasing tone softened, warmth threading through every word. “Don’t get used to wearing my clothes alone, though… I might start expecting you to model them for me when I get home.”

You laughed, heart swelling as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. “I… I don’t mind that at all.”

Sangwon’s grin widened, full of mischief and affection. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you in my shirts… with me… for a long while.”

And just like that, the tension melted into quiet warmth. You stayed like that for a while, simply holding each other, the comfort of home and each other wrapping around you like a blanket.

Zhang Jiahao - Arno

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. You pressed the oversized shirt against yourself, inhaling Jiahao’s scent. The cotton was soft, warm, and it carried a familiarity that made your chest tighten. You’d stolen it from the laundry basket earlier, telling yourself it was just for comfort—but really, it was because it smelled like him, because it made you feel close to him when he was out and you were missing him.

You thought you were alone. You really did.

Then the front door clicked.

“Hey…”

Your heart jumped. You froze, chest tight, knowing instantly that there was no time to hide.

Jiahao’s shadow appeared in the doorway before you even turned. And then you saw him fully—lean, confident, the way he carried himself like the world bent to his presence. His dark eyes roamed over you slowly, deliberately, a smirk curling his lips.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he said, low, smooth, and utterly intoxicating. His voice alone made your knees weaken.

“I… I just wanted to—” you started, but he cut you off with a single step forward.

He closed the distance, fingers brushing lightly against your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. “It looks… good on you. Ridiculously good.”

Your cheeks flushed. “I just… I like having something of yours with me.”

Jiahao’s grin widened, a predator’s tease in his eyes. He leaned in, tilting his head, lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I can tell. And I like that…maybe a lot more than I should.”

The shirt pulled slightly under his hand as he tugged at the hem. “You know, this… this isn’t just a shirt anymore. It’s… yours now. Or at least, mine belongs to you, and seeing you in it…” He let the sentence hang, dark and teasing.

You swallowed hard, heat pooling in your chest. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” he murmured, placing a finger gently over your lips. “You don’t have to explain. You’re already… perfect.”

His hand drifted to your side, fingers lingering, not forcing anything, just teasing, just drawing you closer. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you like this,” he said, voice husky. “And now… you’re right here, wearing my scent, wearing my shirt… and it’s driving me crazy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, breathless, nervous, and excited all at once.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning so close that your noses nearly touched. “Because I don’t plan on letting you walk around in my things like this without… consequences.”

You bit your lip, heart hammering. “And… what kind of consequences?”

Jiahao smirked, hand tracing a teasing path along your waist. “Playful ones,” he murmured, voice low and seductive. “I plan on making sure you never forget whose shirt that is—or who wears it best.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him. “Then I guess I’ll have to let you… supervise.”

He leaned down, forehead brushing yours, smirk softening into something more intimate. “Good. Because I’m never letting you out of my arms like this again.”

The tension lingered, thick and warm, his teasing flirting with something deeper, and you realized—this wasn’t just a shirt. It was a promise, a closeness, and a game that neither of you wanted to end.

Lee Leo

The oversized shirt was hanging off your shoulders, loose and comfortable, the faint scent of Leo clinging to the fabric. You pressed your nose into the collar, letting the warmth of him soothe the long, exhausting day you’d had.

You were sure he wouldn’t be home for hours—practice had been brutal, and he’d promised to stay late for extra training. So of course, stealing his shirt from the laundry was the perfect little comfort.

Then came the sound of the front door swinging open.

“Hey—”

Your breath caught. You weren’t ready. And suddenly, Leo was standing in the doorway, tall, energetic, and instantly aware. His eyes landed on you and narrowed playfully, taking in the sight of you in his shirt, hair messy, cheeks pink.

“You… are wearing my shirt?” His voice was teasing, edged with that sharp Leo intensity, like he couldn’t believe you’d dared.

“I… I just wanted to…” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh, loud and full, shaking his head. “You thought you could just… steal this from me? Huh?”

Heat pooled in your chest. He strode closer, long legs eating up the space between you. “I can’t even… You look ridiculous.” He grinned, and it wasn’t mean — it was teasing, sharp, and utterly him. “Ridiculously cute. And a little… distracting.”

You bit your lip, trying not to melt under the intensity of his gaze. “I just… like having something of yours with me, and technically ist called borrowing,” you admitted softly.

Leo tilted his head, smirk widening, eyes glittering with mischief. “Oh? Is that what you’re calling it?” He stepped even closer, fingers brushing against your hip, tugging the shirt lightly. “Because it smells like me. And seeing you in it… yeah, it’s definitely distracting.”

You laughed nervously. “Distracting? That’s… kind of the point.”

His grin grew bolder. “Good. Because I don’t like sharing… my stuff. Or you.” He leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “If you’re gonna wear my clothes like this, I might start getting… possessive.”

Your heart raced. “Possessive?”

“Yes,” he said, smirking as he tugged lightly at the shirt again. “Very. Don’t make me chase you for it.”

You let out a small laugh, stepping toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “That sounds very temping you know. I guess you’ll have to,” you whispered.

Leo’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “Oh, I will. And I’m not holding back, either.”

He leaned down, forehead brushing yours, playful and challenging at the same time. “Next time you steal my things… make sure you’re ready for me to catch you.”

And just like that, the apartment felt charged, his teasing and possessive energy surrounding you, warm and thrilling, making it impossible not to grin along with him.

[littleleowon]

skinniest dipping (request)

anon‘s ask

not proofread.

cw: smut, dom!leo, sub!femreader, leo is jealous (and roughless), pool sex, strength kink (kinda), passionate lovers, things just turn out very graphic when i write for leo lol <3

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Your favorite feature about Leo were his eyes.

He didn't own that sweet and round boba-like pair that was perfect for puppy eyes. So perfectly fitting to his name, they were sharp like a Lion's. Most of the time, they made you weak in the knees with the way his gaze was always so stern and steady, so sure about himself and his feelings for you.

But sometimes, the sharp shape of his eyes allowed him to signal danger to anyone that met them. Even right now when he was starring holes into your almost bare back, you felt goosebumps all over although you didn't even meet his gaze.

"I really hope we can work together again, you're like such an amazing partner." Geonwoo said as he flashed you a charming smile.

Both of you had been paired up for the last project of this semester. It was the smoothest proccess you ever experienced in your literal life-time at university and you were incredibly grateful to have worked with one of the most intelligent guys on campus (so the girls say).

Your boyfriend had never been happy about it, which was new to you, considering he was usually a very chill guy. Yet everytime you announce that you would be going over to Geonwoo's place, he just huffed and answered a short "fine" or "ok", only to drown you in questions once you were back.

Leo was so bad in hiding his jealousy. And you found it really amusing.

Although you'd have preferred to stay at home that evening, you accepted the invitation to Geonwoo's pool party. Leo of course did not miss this opportunity to tag along once you said plus one's are fine.

So here you were. Wearing a cute bikini in burgundy red, the color Leo always mentions to look best on you.

Ever since you arrived, he hadn't moved an inch from his seat. When you offered him a drink he politely declined, but you still got up to get one for yourself anyway.

Who would've thought that Geonwoo had the need to stop you for minutes of chatter?

"I enjoyed working with you too! I felt so relieved when your name was called along mine. I think our working paces just match."

The male giggled at the compliment and if you weren't mistaken your ear caught someone clearing his throat right behind you. You had to bite back the grin on your lips. Are these the kind of praises Leo desires? Seriously?

"Yeah, it's a match inde-"

"Hey babe. Geonwoo." Both of you turned your head towards Leo who suddenly stood so close to you, you felt his breath on your shoulder just right before he puts his arm around them. He nodded to the other male, the only kind of recognition he‘d give him that night.

"Leo. Long time no see." Geonwoo stretched out his hand in a friendly manner. When you saw the force Leo used for the handshake you playfully rolled your eyes, grabbing his wrist as you gently parted his palm from Geonwoo‘s.

Your former project partner let out an awkward laugher, nodding as he got the message from the boy right next to you, who had literal fire in his eyes.

"I‘ll leave you two alone for now. I think your boyfriend misses you." A soft blush crept up to your cheeks, feeling slightly embarassed by his possesiveness.

With his wrist still in your hand, you yanked him to follow your quick steps. The sounds of your steps filled the hallway, as messy as this whole situation was getting. To your surprise, Leo had followed you without many protests until you opened a door and gestured him to get in.

With his sharp eyes, he observed you carefully, searching for your intention as he slowly stepped in, you following after as you closed the door to the indoor pool area.

"You want a solo swimming session with me or what?" He joked, shrugging his shoulders as he looked around the area. There were no windows and the only lights illuminating the space were lamps inside the pool, making the rooms light pretty dim.

If anything, it accentuated the shape of your boyfriend‘s body. It was only know that you were made aware of the fact that he was only in his swim trunks that loosely hugged his slim waist. The sight had you forgetting for a moment, what you even brought him there for.

Silence spread across the both of you, with Leo observing the pool area in front of you. As he walked closer to the water you followed, taking your space beside him.

The room was perfectly heated, making it comfortable to stay in. You could only imagine how great the water must feel.

Leo, the perfect boyfriend that he is, seemed to sense your thoughts and needs. You were about to dip your toe into the pool, distracted from the things you wanted to tell him, as you felt a soft shove to your back.

Your arms flapped in the wildest shape as you kept you tried to keep your balance before entirely tipping over. How pleasing that the attempts of not falling into the pool granted you a few extra seconds to grab onto the culprit.

With a huge splash the both of you fell into the water. You had already let go of Leo through the fall but for some reasons his hands were still firmly around you.

Both of you gasped for air as you got back to the top. It took you seconds to blink away the blur of the cool pool water before you came face to face with your equally wet boyfriend.

Droplets of water clung to his hair, the additional weight glued his strands to his forehead. A smile of adoration crept up your lips as you stroke back his hair to free his face that had a rather mocking expression on it.

"Don‘t laugh." Leo said, his arms positioning underneath your butt, knowing that the water was deep enough that if he didn‘d hold onto you, it‘d go just slightly past your chin. In this position, your face was towering his. Both of your hands squashed his cheeks together but he was fast to release from your grip.

"Oh, look who‘s extra sulky tonight." You pouted in adoration, patting his head in a babying manner. Both of your legs wrapped around Leo‘s waist, making your bodies cling even closer to each than before. The extra touch warmed you more than the rooms heating system.

Your actions earned you a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "Me? Sulky?"

Your first response was a giggle, your legs dangling in the water as he still held you up. There was a certain kind of attractiveness, being held like you weighted nothing. Your wet skin enhanced the warmth of Leo‘s heavy breathing against your chest area.

"Oh please, you‘ve been sulking the entire evening. Sitting on the sun chair, not moving an inch. Eyeing me like my guard dog. You know people walked past you and had to do a double take probably because they were wondering if they did anything wrong to make you angry."

"That‘s bullshit." Leo poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a smug and cocky expression spread over his face. You weren‘t sitting in a whirlpool were you? Your body was warming up way too much.

"Uh uh. Even when I was talking to Geonwoo, I felt your gaze drilling holes into my back."

At the mention of the other male‘s name, Leo‘s gaze shoot up to you. As he gazed into your eyes, you noticed the way your playful smile faded. It was like he was melting it away like ice.

His expression seemed to have darkened. Although he didn‘t speak a single word, there was conversation flowing between the two of you as you read each and every twitch of your faces. You were lovers after all. He spoke your language.

Even as he moved towards the edge of the pool, you kept the eye contact intact. Your bare back softly bumped against the smooth surface of the swimming pool, a soft gasp leaving your lips. A mouthful of words were waiting to be said but no sound left your throat. Leo‘s intense gaze was demanding, guiding you into obedience to not say a word unless he speaks first.

"That guy." He started off. And as he spoke, he pressed his body closer to yours, your legs being spread by the width of his figure. His abdomen rubbed against your core and from the way he opened you up and applied pressure to you at the same time, the fabric of your swimming bottoms rubbed against your center in a way they shouldn‘t be.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding back any sounds, hoping Leo wouldn‘t notice. "He doesn‘t seem to know his place. And you should know better too."

He has inched close enough with only a breath parting your faces. The tip of his nose brushed yours with every word that he spoke at the same time. At his words you raised an eyebrow and from the way he grinded his teeth in habit, you knew he was already starting to get heated from this tiny bit of attitude that you were showing.

"The way you were so extremly determined about the handshake .. I‘m sure he got the message, babe."

Your hands slide from the back of Leo‘s neck to intertwine in his wet, stroked back hair. If only he knew how hot he looked, worked up and fresh out of a nice dive.

"Yeah, I hope so. So there‘s still you who has to grasp it.“

Before you could protest, Leo‘s lips were already on yours. He was eating you, showing no mercy and no interest in adapting your pace that was chasing his. This was his way of breathing his lesson into you.

Both of your heads titled, syncronized as the kiss deepened. Soft strokes of Leo‘s skilled tongue against yours had you melting more and more into it. You needed him as close as possible.

As you kissed, his hand got busy, feeling you up from your sides to your breasts. No time was wasted to pull your flimy bikini top south, both of your boobs springing free. The roughness had you gasping, grabbing onto Leo‘s wrist but he was quick to yank himself off your hands.

Instead his hand flew to your face, getting ahold of your chin as he forced you to look at him. "I touch you the way I want to and no one else is allowed to do that."

Desire and ownership were burning in Leo‘s eyes like fire. You loved this feeling. The feeling of belonging, the feeling of being a part of something so special that was your boyfriend‘s being. Sensation ran through your body like electric waves, sparking up your need in every way possible.

Your voice was nothing but faint whisper, as if your words were secrets to hide from people who were not there. "I know that. I know that I‘m yours."

Lips to your ear, hand on your chest. Leo‘s hot breath and raspy voice had you in the feels all the way to the center of your body. He knew your body like he knew his own house - every curve like every corner. You were his most precious property.

The way his palm rubbed your nipple as he talked to you got you embarassingly wet, and you felt that with your bottom part deep inside the water.

"Oh yeah?"

At his little question you nodded in response.

"Didn‘t seem like it."

You despised how he was still holding a conversation with his hands doing things as sinful as that. It was hard to focus on speaking when he was kneading you in his palm like his favorite toy.

"I-I do. I know that."

"Know what?"

In between his interrogation, he‘d nip on your neck, suck the sweet spot behind your air, bit down on your collarbone. All the things that gave you a hard time breathing.

"T-that I belong to you."

Leo‘s hand slid downwards, leaving your chest exposed to the cold air, your buds hardening and granting him the most delicious sight ever with the way pearls of water were sitting on top of them.

"Well, you gotta make it up to me."

Your hazy eyes once again met his. The look on his face was serious, determined to take whatever he was asking for. At the same time he knew that this was no taking when you were a good girl, willing enough to always give.

Quick fingers tugged on the thin strings that tied your bottoms together on both sides. The first knot was quick to be loosened, the fabric swam off your skin immediately so that getting it off entirely of you was easy.

Bright red tinted your cheeks at the realization that you were sitting completely naked in the swimming pool in a home that was not yours. Shameful how this thought didn‘t even occupy you for a long time when you observed your boyfriend freeing himself from his trunks, discarding them somewhere near the pool.

He tipped your chin upwards with his finger, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Make it up to me by taking me like a good girl, yeah?"

You nodded in response, your hole already clenching at the thought of taking Leo right here, at the risk of being caught but you knew it would be worth it.

With only his tip in, you were already a whimpering mess, cheek pressed to Leo‘s shoulder, nails clawing to his wet skin.

"Don‘t keep your cheek smushed, we still need to talk hm?"

You turned your head in response, your chin propped up on his shoulder as he kept pushing in deeper and deeper, fitting in you like the two of you were made to fit together.

"You feel amazing.." You drew out the last word long, a squeaky moan escaping your lips as you were fully seated and Leo adjusted your position so that he held you firmly, arms crossed underneath your buttcheeks so you were perfectly sitting on his member.

"Mhm. I do, right? Is there any space to think highly of another guy when this is how your boyfriend feels like?"

His words went straight to your core and you knew he felt the way your walls were clamping his cock inside of you. His lips were pressed to your neck, you felt his teeth against your skin as he smiled in victory.

Not even waiting for your answer, Leo started moving. Not his body, but yours.

He had full control of you from how he held you. His strength allowed him to lift you up, and push you back down on his cock again. At first he was going slow, figuring out how much to lift you up and set you down again.

Even with those slightly clumsy moves, you had your eyes squeezed shut, the messy rhythm making his length brush every inch of your insides in the most intense way possible.

It didn‘t take Leo long to get the gist of this position that was new to the both of you, and once he found a steady pace, he got back to talking to you.

This jerk. He talked to you while he made you bounce on his dick and his voice didn‘t even shake one. bit.

"Who do you belong to?"

Your vision was blurry and it got even worse when yoj fluttered your eyes open, the edge of the pool in front of you shaking, moving up and down the way you were used to fuck your boyfriend‘s length.

Closing your mouth wasn‘t possible with the way lewd sounds kept spilling from it, echoing from the walls as if no one could possibly hear you and get behind your nasty doings.

"Y-you! Leo.. It‘s you, who o-owns me."

You felt him nod in approval from the way his nose brushed against your neck. Clapping noises from your body against the water were filling your ears together with your boyfriend‘s grunts and groans right at the shell of your ear.

"Thinking of anyone else right now? Glazing anyone else? Looking for the next good match?"

How, just how was his memory so fucking good? You could barely even remember the words you spoke to Geonwoo, yet when he points it out so obviously, that moment replayed in your head like a film.

Next thing you knew, you were spun around. Leo took a seat on the stairs of the pool, sitting you on top of his lap without ever pulling out. As he sat on the stairs where the water was barely up to your ankles if you stood, your clit that was filled with his cock became visible to you, the point that connected you.

"You‘re all that‘s in my mind."

You spoke as you locked gazes with Leo. The satisfied smile on his face got your south area burning, your words had his member twitching inside of you. There was a hint of approval in his eyes, something that read 'that‘s my baby'.

He didn‘t need to tell you what to do. Your hands settled on his shoulder, as firm as it was possible with his skin being slippery from the water. The tiles of the stairs were already scraping against your knees but you pushed that aside. There was something bigger to address.

Keeping up with the same speed that Leo used before, you got to work, heaving yourself off his length halfway and bouncing down, hitting his lap with your butt.

His head brushed your golden spot in the best way possible, pushing it like the button to your insanity. Leo had leaned back on his forearm, giving himself the best view of his favorite movie.

Your upper body was burning from the way your boobs kept bouncing freely, rubbing against your skin. Everytime you came down, the most sensual noises were drawn from you. To Leo, it was music. He couldn‘t keep tear his eyes off you, his beautiful girl that was only his.

Minutes passed with only the softness of your voices ringing through the wide space of the swimming pool. Your discarded garments long forgotten, who knew where they were flooding to? The only thing that mattered where your beautifully burning thighs and knees, your butt that felt spanked everytime it hit the thin surface of water that covered Leo‘s flexed legs.

You circled your arms tightly around his shoulders, cheek pressed to the top of his head. Your hips moved on their own without you putting much thought into it. All you could focus on was the knot in your stomach that was signalling your climax.

"I can feel you, baby. Are you close?"

You gave him a hum of approval, messy thrusts chasing your high but with your body slowly giving in, your bounces smaller and smaller, the end seemed still too far out of reach.

Cold air sparked your goosebumps as you were lifted off the pool with ease. Just how did he have so much energy left?

Carefully, Leo placed you on your back on the heated floor. Your legs that have been wrapped around his body for the entire time slowly slid off, your feet on the floor as you stayed spread out for him.

Leo leaned in, placing the softest kiss to your lips.

"Mine."

Your chest heaved as you returned the kiss, your palms placed on his buttcheeks as you pushed him back into you entirely.

"Finish me off, like I‘m yours."

As if possessed by your words, he followed your command. His snapping back and forth in a speed that didn‘t seem like he hadn‘t already done it in two different positions.

"Oh, L-Leo.. yes! Right there.."

Both of his hands pinned you on the ground by your shoulders, keeping you from sliding away by the shoves of his member. By now you were practically sobbing his name as he put stars into your vision with his actions.

You were so wet, so turned on, the mix of your liquids and the pool water allowing his cock to slide in and out of you so smoothly. Your legs that were propped up were already shaking, yet you felt like you could go on all night.

"I love you."

He spoke to your ear and that was all it took to push you off the edge. You came hard, heavily breathing, your eyes open but nothing but white specks in sight.

Sliding up both of your hands to Leo‘s neck, you pulled his face closer to you, nuzzling your noses together.

Warmth filled your insides as he came into you, filling you up bit by bit. The way you felt his liquid filling you like a bottle of water had you whimpering in desperation.

"I love you too. You‘re my one and only."

The tired but wide and genuine smile these words errupted from him, had you give a warm smile in return.

You exchanged one kiss, two kisses, more and more, both of your hearts so full of feelings that you completely abandoned the circumstances of your surroundings.

No more words were exchanged, only the sounds of wet lips moving against each other were enough to communicate your deepest emotions.

The mere sight of it was so intense that Geonwoo, who had just passed by the glass door to check whether every guest has left the party, just shook his head, laughing awkwardly to himself.

He decided he‘d spare you the awkwardness and do another round of strolling around his mansion before he‘d come to check on this area again.

He too felt jealous, of a love that was burning as the one you and Leo shared.

[myarmyera]

Love is Reality

Pairing: Lee Sangwon x Reader

Word Count: 1212 words

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Smut

Prompt: Sangwon is a nervous wreck before Alpha Drive One’s MAMA 2025 performance. You calm him down backstage and show him exactly how perfect he is back at the dorm.

The atmosphere backstage at the 2025 MAMA Awards was a chaotic symphony of hairspray, frantic staff members, and the distant, muffled roar of thousands of fans. But for Lee Sangwon, the centre of Alpha Drive One, the world had shrunk down to the size of his own trembling hands.

This was it. Their first performance as ALD1. The stage that would define their legacy.

Backstage:

You found him tucked into a narrow corridor between the dressing rooms and the stage wings. He was fully dressed in his performance gear—leather accents, silver chains, and hair styled to perfection—but his eyes lacked their usual sharp confidence. He was staring at his reflection in a full-length mirror, but he wasn't really seeing himself.

"Sangwon-ah," you whispered, stepping into his space.

He jumped slightly, his breath hitching. "I can’t get the count right for the dance break in my head," he admitted, his voice strained. "What if I trip? What if the mic pack slips? What if—"

You didn't let him finish. You stepped closer, invading his personal space until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You reached out and took his right hand, threading your fingers through his. His skin was cold, a stark contrast to the humid air of the arena.

"Look at me," you commanded softly.

When he finally met your gaze, you took his other hand and placed it firmly over your own chest, then took your free hand and flattened it against his heart. Through the thin fabric of his stage outfit, his heart was drumming a frantic, irregular rhythm.

"Feel that? That's not fear, Sangwon. That's adrenaline. That’s your body getting ready to do exactly what you were born to do."

"It feels like I'm breaking," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

"You’re not breaking. You’re Alpha Drive One’s centre. You’ve practised this until your feet bled. Those fans out there? They aren't waiting to judge you. They’re waiting to be inspired by you."

You squeezed his hand tightly, grounding him. "I’m right here. When you're out there, just look for the wings. I’ll be standing right there, watching every second of your perfection."

He took a long, shuddering breath, his heartbeat finally beginning to level out under your palm. He squeezed your hand back, his grip almost bruising. "Don't look away," he pleaded.

"Never," you promised.

The Dorm:

The night had been a triumph. Alpha Drive One hadn't just performed; they had dominated. But as the adrenaline began to fade during the van ride back to the dorm, Sangwon had grown quiet again. The "post-performance blues" were hitting him hard.

Once the other members had disappeared into their rooms, Sangwon slumped onto the edge of his bed, peeling off his jacket. You walked in and shut the door, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room.

"You were incredible tonight," you said, standing between his knees.

"I missed a centre marking in the second chorus," he muttered. "And my voice cracked during the high note."

"Sangwon," you said, tilting his chin up. "Stop. You are your own worst critic, and tonight, I'm not allowing it."

You began to unbutton his shirt, your movements slow and deliberate. He watched you, his pupils blown wide. As the fabric fell away, revealing the lean muscle of his chest, you leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the spot where his heart had been racing hours before.

"You were perfect on that stage," you whispered. You moved your kisses upward, tracing the line of his throat. "And you're perfect right here."

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Sangwon’s hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "I need you," he admitted. "I need to feel real. Help me stop thinking."

He pushed your shirt up and over your head, his eyes roaming over your skin with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He leaned down, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that tasted of desperate relief. He moved you back onto the mattress, his weight a welcome pressure as he settled between your thighs.

He stripped out of his remaining stage gear with a frantic energy. When he moved back over you, the friction of skin against skin sent a jolt of electricity through the both of you. He began to trail kisses down your sternum, his tongue swirling over your stomach before his hands moved to the fastening of your jeans.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered.

Once you were completely exposed to him, he took a moment to just look at you, his chest heaving. He parted your legs, his fingers grazing your inner thighs. When he finally touched you—deep and deliberate—you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips that seemed to drive him over the edge.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, capturing your mouth again to muffle your cries. "Tell me you're mine. Only mine."

"Yours," you gasped out, your hands sliding down to grip his hips. "Always yours, Sangwon."

He entered you in one smooth, heavy push, a low growl vibrating in his chest. The rhythm was frantic at first, fueled by the lingering adrenaline. He gripped your hands, pinning them to the pillow and interlacing his fingers with yours—just like you had done for him backstage. But this time, it was to anchor him as he drove deeper. Each thrust was a silent vow, a physical manifestation of the perfection he didn't believe he possessed, but that you saw so clearly.

He buried his face in your hair, his movements becoming harder, more desperate as he chased the release he’d been building toward all day. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as possible, wanting him to feel every bit of the love you had for him.

The friction built, a heavy coil of heat tightening in your gut until you couldn't hold back anymore. Your name was a broken prayer on his lips as you both reached the peak, his body tensing as he came deep inside you, marking the end of the longest day of his life.

As the quiet returned, Sangwon collapsed against you. His skin was slick with sweat, his heartbeat finally slowing down against yours. He pulled the duvet over both of you, refusing to let go, his arms wrapping around you in a protective cocoon.

He stayed silent for a long moment, nose buried in the crook of your neck, before he let out a long, shaky breath. Slowly, a small, tired smirk began to tug at the corner of his lips.

He shifted just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze hooded and dark with lingering heat.

"So," he rasped, his voice still thick and gravelly. "Is this the standard procedure for 'post-performance recovery' now? Because if so, I might start adding a lot more dates to the schedule."

You laughed, swatting his arm lightly. "Don't get cocky, Sangwon-ah."

"Too late," he chuckled, pulling you closer until there was no air left between you. "I think I’m going to need a very thorough 'follow-up' session every night just to make sure I don't lose my confidence again."