legal line on what positions they would take you in 🤤 or any member would be fine too!
cw unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of babies, creampies, squirting, overstimulation, size kink, strength king, backshots, clit play, nipple play, a couple of spanks, implications of oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, implications of cockwarming, belly bulge 18+ MDNI
✉️ sorry if I got any of the position names wrong! also, they're all pretty basic positions, but I didn't want to go too crazy with them for this ask lol! thanks for the awesome thought anonie
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓙iwoong ﹙𝓴.﹚
legs over his shoulders
Jiwoong is a very intense and intimate lover, so he usually wants to get as close to you as possible. This position is the easiest way for him to do that, with how you’re practically folded in half and exposed to him while he can still lean his face down as close to yours as possible. Those are really the only two things he needs. That way, he’s able to kiss you, to watch you fall apart, and to be able to get as deep inside of you as possible.
“C’mon, darling, legs up,” Jiwoong breathes as he adjusts his position on his knees one more time, the movement making the tip of his dick brush against that spot in you that makes you see stars. You gasp sharply, back arching as you try to make sense of his words. The thickness of his cock never failed to stretch your cunt so wonderfully, like he was splitting you in two. He lets out a small sigh, his hands finding your thighs as he practically folds you in half, a small scream leaving you at how deep he is now. “Don’t mind doing everything myself, but didn’t realize that you were already so fucked out, darling.”
As if he were faring any better. The way your cunt clenched down around him, your juices spilling out around where he stretched your interest practically had his eyes rolling back in his head. And now, with you in this position–his hands guiding your calves over his shoulders, he could see everything. No wonder it always took so long to ease his length into you, your hole was fucking tiny. It would always make room for his cock though, with the way it was practically molded to fit him. Jiwoong rests his elbows on either side of your head, his nose now brushing against yours.
“S’deep–”
He shushes you softly, one of his hands coming down to feel the bulge in your abdomen. The pressure has you whining even louder, and Jiwoong loves how he’s able to see everything while still being so close to you. “I know, darling. I know.”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗ao ﹙𝔃.﹚
cowgirl, but he’s sitting up too (think it’s called the lotus?)
Hao is a pillow princess. Or like… semi-pillow princess on your usual sex sessions. Like a power bottom in a way. Part of it is because he still wants to be able to boss you around without doing too much work, but also because he likes watching you lose yourself to the pleasure. He likes watching you take how you feel into your own hands as you bounce on his dick with the utmost intensity. What makes things even better, though, is when he’s still able to be close to you. He likes feeling your heartbeat and the way your breaths quicken as you get closer to cumming, so his preferred position still includes him being chest to chest with you.
You were falling apart quicker than usual tonight. Hao could tell by the way your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and how you’d succumbed to the feeling of keeping almost the entirety of his dick inside of you. Now, you were just barely lifting up before sinking back down to the base. With a small huff, his hand comes down to lightly hit your thigh, making you yelp. “Oh, please. I didn’t even hit you that hard,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded as your hands move to hold onto the sides of his neck. “You close?”
“Yes,” you breathe, eyes locked onto his as you keep working your hips over him, riding him like your life depended on it. The friction against your clit from grinding against his pubic bone every time you took his whole length had you teetering right on the edge.
“Shouldn’t even let you cum. M’not even close.” It was a lie, but Hao felt like giving you a hard time, especially since it meant you would bounce up and down on his cock even harder. A loud groan leaves him. “Oh–” Your cunt clenches around him, the slick sounds of your pussy making his eyes snap open a little wider, not wanting to miss the sight of you falling over the edge. A sight that he would watch over and over again. “Such a good girl… Go ahead.”
And with that, your body is tensing above his, your head falling forward to hide in his neck as your hips jerk against his. Your nails drag down his chest as you cry out his name, making Hao such in a sharp breath from the minimal pain. He holds you tightly against his chest as you finish riding out your high, only for his hips to snap up again. Because once was never enough for him.
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗anbin ﹙𝓼.﹚
missionary
Hanbin’s definitely a missionary guy. There’s something so appealing to him about how the position is so intimate and is something reserved for more romantic couples. He likes feeling truly connected with you during sex, and this position only reassures that craving. Because having you under him–having you feeling like you need him to get off in the way he needs you shows him just how deep (no pun intended) of a connection the two of you have. That, and his breeding kink comes into play here. The thought of him being able to fuck a baby into you in such a loving position, his lips on yours as your legs wrap around his waist is his dirtiest and favorite fantasy.
The sloppy sounds of Hanbin’s dick drilling into your sopping pussy fill your shared bedroom–practically music to his ears. That, along with your moans. “There! Right there– God, you’re so big,” you whine, only spurring him on further. Hanbin knows he’s big, and the thought of him being right there next to your womb due to being in missionary is everything he needs to feel like could cum right then and there.
“Yeah… Your pussy’s practically begging for my cum. Y’hear her? Hear how bad she wants to be filled up?” You moan in response, a small smile twitching at the corners of Hanbin’s lips. And when your legs wrap around his waist, your moans only get louder, a result of him hitting deeper inside of you, of course. “Love you,” he pants.
It was easy for him to feel overwhelmed in these moments. When he was completely consumed by you in every way. “L-Love you,” you somehow manage to respond. When his pretty brown eyes find yours, he can see the desperation in them. The need for him, the same need that’s aching in his chest, and the love. Hanbin can’t help it as he leans down to kiss you, his lips crashing over yours as he feels you cum from the declarations of love. And he’s right there with you, but for a different reason.
“Gonna love to see you pregnant with my baby too…”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓜atthew ﹙𝓼.﹚
backshots / bending you over something
LOVES hitting it from the back. In my opinion, Matthew is such an ass guy, and this definitely influences his favorite sex position. He likes manhandling you into those positions: where your ass is up and you’re face down. Whether that’s over the back of the couch or on the dining room table or in bed, he doesn’t really care. As long as he’s able to make you scream by how deep he’s hitting–another perk of this position. He fucks rough, and he can really let loose when he’s hitting it from the back.
His hand almost covers the expanse of your lower back as he forces you down onto your hands and knees, the sudden change of positions making your arms bend and sending your face into the pillows. Matthew chuckles softly at the small yelp that leaves you. “Look at you… So fucking pretty.” He punctuates his sentence with a small smack on the meat of your ass, gripping the cheek to jiggle it softly before he’s pulling them apart to reveal your dripping hole. “Ready?”
You turn your head to the side so he’s able to hear you clearly. “M’ready. Need you, Matt.”
And hearing those words for you never got old.
Matthew slowly eases his thick cock into you, knowing the slight curve to the left always brushed against your most sensitive spot when he was all the way inside. And once he’s sure that you’re adjusted, he’s going from 0 to 100. His hips meet your ass roughly as he pounds into you, his hands gripping your hips to both pull you back against him and to keep you from squirming away. Because you’re screaming, your arms going weak as your eyes roll back.
“Feel me?”
“Yes, I fucking feel you!” you cry out like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Matthew chuckles, angling his hips to make each of his thrusts deeper, making sure your pussy would really feel everything he had to offer. His balls smack against your clit with every thrust, strings of your wetness sticking to them, and the rough sensations have you reeling.
Everything about this was perfect. For both you and him.
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓣aerae ﹙𝓴.﹚
cowgirl
Taerae likes watching. Likes watching you do everything you do in day-to-day life. And that includes taking his cock. I think that Taerae would prefer cowgirl for some of the same reasons Hao does–namely, you being able to take control of your own pleasure because that’s ultimately what he’s doing this for: to make you feel good. And Taerae has a thick cock. Like, leaves your hole gaping after y’all are done fucking big. So, you being on top helps you manage that a little better as well. Plus, Taerae loves watching your tits bounce when you ride him.
Sweat gleams on your skin as your hands rest on his chest, a way for you to balance yourself as you ride him slowly. Maybe it’s wrong for him to enjoy seeing the way you struggle to accommodate his size, but Taerae can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. And your head feels dizzy even when you’re working over him so slowly. Thankfully your pussy was soaked. Both with your juices and with his spit, making it easy for you to bounce up and down.
You’re taking your time, and Taerae loves how you’re teasing him without even realizing it. He reaches up, rolling one of your sensitive nipples between his fingers and making your hips jerk. “You’ve taken it before, but you’re enjoying it tonight, hmm?”
“S-Shut up,” you whine, increasing your pace just a little bit at his teasingly, and your tits bounce a little more with your harsher movements. Taerae watches as you roll your hips, feeling the way your pussy greedily sucks at his cock, and he almost feels bad for making you do all of this on your own. But it was so much more satisfying this way. For both you and him.
He chuckles softly, letting go of your nipple, settling back further against his pillows as he prepares to just lie back and enjoy the show. You almost want to complain at the way he tucks his hands behind his head like the way your cunt milking his cock isn’t affecting him. “I’ll shut up and you’ll ride then.”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓡icky ﹙𝓼.﹚
standing
Having sex standing up is just so much better in Ricky’s opinion. He isn’t sure if it’s because he likes using his strength on you in a minimal way, or if it’s because his dick is so good that your knees quite literally give out because of it. He thinks that standing sex makes things feel so much better too. Like your pussy feels so much tighter when he has your front pinned against a wall as he fucks you, and how he can tell by the expression on your face when you cum that the orgasm feels so much more intense.
“Feels weird!” you cry, nails digging into his forearm as Ricky keeps his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. You squirm a little at the pressure, but Ricky does it for the sake of making sure you don’t fall to the floor. And while it might feel a little weird, he knew that it was only the pleasure consuming you as his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust. Your pussy flutters around his base again as he shallowly fucks into you.
Ricky pants against your neck, pausing his efforts of marking you as well as slowing his movements. “Good weird or bad weird–”
“No, no, don’t stop!” And that was enough of an answer for him. Ricky picks up the pace again, one of his hands coming to toy with your clit as you feel your knees tremble from the added sensation. “Oh!”
His biceps have gotten so much bigger lately, and his subtle ways of showing them off have been leaving you feeling dizzy. This was no exception, and you couldn’t wait to see the way the marks your nails left on his skin would look with his new muscles. Ricky’s nose nudges your jaw, prompting you to turn your head to the side, only for his lips to meet yours.
Similar to how his cock fucks into you, his tongue pushes inside your mouth, and you can’t hold your orgasm back anymore. The sounds of your release hitting the floor has you gasping against his lips, oversensitivity kicking in as Ricky’s fingers lightly circle your clit through the orgasm. Turns out, that weird feeling was your pussy getting ready to squirt from how good it felt to be fucked standing up.
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖yuvin ﹙𝓴.﹚
mating press
Starting this one off with the obvious: Gyuvin is huge. No doubt about it. And who is he to waste his size if not in a position where you’re going to feel everything. Being able to pin you down is one of the things that makes the mating press position so appealing to Gyuvin–keeping your knees back by your tits just by leaning the weight of his chest over you. It was his way of making sure you couldn’t run away from the pleasure. You just had to lie there and take it.
Sex with Gyuvin is messy. Even more so when he has you so exposed like this. Both of you have already orgasmed at least once (you more than he), but neither of you wants to stop. His thick cock parts your folds in a stretch that you still struggled to believe was real sometimes, as his tip abuses a spot inside of you that has you seeing entire galaxies. His cum and yours leaks out around his cock, a creamy, white ring forming around the base.
“O-Oh, fuck,” Gyuvin groans as another spurt of pre-cum shoots out into your cunt, only adding to the wetness between your thighs. The feeling has you squirming, your hips trying to escape despite wanting more. Thankfully, though, Gyuvin knows this. His hands come to your thighs, folding them up to your chest to pin you down.
The expression of how much bigger he is than you has a rush of warmth going through your overstimulated nerves. “You drive me crazy,” he breathes, face coming down to hide in your neck. “I feel like it’s never enough, I just need more all of the time, and I feel insane–”
“Me too,” you pant out, trying to sound reassuring, but it sounds more meek than anything. A result of being fucked out of your mind. “Want more of you– So cum in me again.”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖unwook ﹙𝓹.﹚
spooning
I literally have such a hard time picturing Gunwook as anything other than a soft lover, so I think that the spooning position is so perfect for him. Like this position is so incredibly intimate, and that’s all he ever wants to feel with you. He wants to feel like you’re the only person in the world, and he wants you to feel the same thing towards him. So, he tries to consume all of your senses through fucking you like this. Because when he’s mouthing at your neck while one of his big hands rests over the bulge of his dick in your belly, it’s hard to think of anything else except for him.
“I’m tired, Wook,” you mumble, but your boyfriend’s being stubborn tonight. That much is clear by the way he rolls over in bed, his body cuddling up closely behind yours. You try to ignore the very obvious bulge in his pajama pants. “We need to sleep.”
“I’ll be quick. Promise.”
And before you know it, Gunwook’s lazily fucking into you, your thighs parted just enough to let him between them. Your thighs rub together, causing your folds to rub your clit in a way that has you keening softly. That, and the heat of Gunwook’s mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck is only making your body sink further into the mattress.
Steady waves of pleasure go over the both of you, making this feel like so much more than getting off quickly. It feels like your souls are truly intertwined with the way he’s weakly fucking into you, breathing in your scent and panting your name. His words mirroring his thoughts.
“Need you like this every night. Need to show you how much I love you.” You want to tell him that you already know how much he loves you. He shows you everyday, but he’s fucking you so good and so lazily that everything just feels so much deeper. “You’ll let me stay in after I’m done, right?”
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ SUNSCREEN KISSES 🧸ྀི — your big baby newlywed husband matthew really wants to play in the water >:( ( word count 515 )
[ extras ] kissing ^_^ newlyweds, implied honeymoon (never mentioned but i had it in mind ok im tewlling you now)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! inspired by those pics, next question.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡 ⋆. ˚ 𓇼 @kstrucknet
the sun was prickling your skin, sweat droplets rolling down your back.
matthew just sighed dramatically, causing you to look up.
"one moment, baby. some patience, please" you giggled. he just huffed. you wore he would stomp his feet like a dissatisfied kid any minute now. you glanced at his disposed chest for a while before diving back into your bag.
the sand beneath your feet was warm, not burning. thanks to the umbrella that matthew planted next to your spot, it threw a shadow over you.
"got it!" you hummed and showed him the yellow sunscreen tube. he grinned and you were sure it was because it meant being one step closer to the water. nope.
it was because your wedding ring almost blinded him in the sunlight.
he sat down, back facing you. his legs were crossed and he started playing with the sand.
you were humming underneath your breath as you put some sunscreen on your hand. then, you gently started spreading it on his muscular, wide back.
"oof, it's cold" he giggled, the sensation making him shiver. you were thoroughly massaging the lotion in, especially on his tattooed areas.
your fingers lingered over his left shoulder blade, tracing the ink mindlessly.
"are you done yet?" he whined, back slumping. you just laughed.
"nope! matthew, i swear, if you get a sun burn i will not…" you started and he looked over his shoulder.
"can i at least have some to put on my face already?" he asked.
you handed him the suncream with a soft smile and continued to put more over his neck. he handed you the bottle back and you put some more on your hands, spreading it on his sides. sliding your hands down slowly, matthew shivered at the coldness of your wedding ring against his skin.
"mhm, done." you called.
he turned around, eyes wide and sparkling with childish joy.
"wait—!" you huffed, noticing how he didn't even bother to massage in the lotion on his face. white splotches of suncream were visible on his cheeks.
you stood up and cupped his face.
"you're so impatient" you giggled, your fingers working on his skin. matthew put his hands on your waist, grinning.
"i just want to play in water, okay?" he chuckled, gazing at you lovingly. "but seriously though, thank you wifey."
you didn't even try to suppress a smile at the nickname.
"okay, now you're all good. give me a kiss and you can go" you ordered. matthew was so eager to go - just run like a maniac into the water already - that when he leaned in to peck your lips, he knocked off the sunglasses off your head.
"ow!" you giggled.
"my bad" he scoffed and leaned down to grab them.
but his eyes widened when you suddenly sprinted towards the water, sand sparkling beneath your feet.
"the last one in the water is an idiot and a loser!" he heard you yell and his mouth fell agape.
as he started chasing you, he thought you two were really destined to lead a married life.
pls pls pls more horny zb1 texts those are so so so good😮💨😮💨😮💨
tysm pooks 🤞🏻
references in gyuvins & haos. look up “tati westbrook time and place” if you don’t get haos and “070 was so sweet and willing” if you don’t get gyuvins
for some reason my auto correct keeps wanting to make them british 😞 ricky is supposed to say “my” not “me”
𐙚 how i'd think zb1 would react w their gf who has big tits and also a little ranking on who likes tits the most-least
𐙚 minors dni ! masterlist ! taglist
𐙚 content/warnings! implied f!reader, tit fucking, lots of titty talk, talk of p in v sex, body worship, lingere talk, a little self indulgent, idk its just a lot of boobs guys idk what else to say
𐙚 notes! tbh i ran out of ideas for zh and hb so dont kill me pls
k. jiwoong
⊹ not the type to bring it up or make a big deal out of it
⊹ sometimes while your cuddling a hand comes up to cup one of em, softly squeezing tbh its not even sexual most of the time, he just loves the feeling of them in his palms
⊹ but during hes so sweet, leaving gentle kisses everywhere to be desired
⊹ likes to grab onto them if hes fucking u from behind, pushing your back flush against his chest as he grips ur titties hard 🤕
z. hao
⊹ tries so hard to stay respectful
⊹ whenever you wear something tight that has got to be the end of him
⊹ loves kissing them, probably his favorite part
⊹ loooveeess watching the way they bounce when ur riding him
s. hanbin
⊹ quiet about it, he doesnt make a big deal out of it tbh
⊹ that doesnt mean that he doesnt love them though bcz he def does
⊹ he practically worships them
⊹ he always lets you know how pretty they are and how blessed he is to have them
⊹ fucks u from the back while he squeezes them and plays w ur nipples
s. matthew
⊹ hes a stare-er
⊹ absolutely zero shame about it too, every time you wear a low cut shirt around him hes looking, doesnt even care that he gets caught either
⊹ sometimes his members catch him staring at your tits and they have to snap him out of it
⊹ thank GOD those titties are his, he wouldnt know what he would do if they werent
⊹ he loves burrying his face into your tits especially when ur wearing a cute bralette (that he picked out), loves leaving hickies and bite marks all over them
⊹ LOVES slapping them around when hes fucking u in missionary loves seeing them bounce around
k. taerae
⊹ silent killer tbh
⊹ you wouldnt think that he'd really care, he honestly didnt even know that'd he'd care but once he has it.. he cant live w/o them now that he has them
⊹ loves laying his head on them they're like his own personal pillows
⊹ always tells you how pretty they're sitting whenever you wear a lowcut dress/shirt
⊹ he picks out/buys you specific lingerie that he knows would accentuate ur tits
⊹ loves when ur riding him so he can js stare at them and lick at ur nipples
s. quanrui
⊹ loves teasing you abt it
⊹ a silent hand is always lingering on them, sometimes he even circles ur nipple thru ur shirt just cuz he feels like it
⊹ LOVEESSS taking pictures of them, sometimes he puts lipstick kiss marks on them for the pictures
⊹ slaps them around he loves when they're all red from his smacks
⊹ loves squeezing them when hes balls deep inside of u its like hes trying to stablize himself with ur pretty tits
k. gyuvin
⊹ so obsessed with them
⊹ like jaw dropped eyes wide awooga type obsessed
⊹ loves to watch the way the flesh pools through his fingers while he squeezes them
⊹ he def loves fucking them practically begged you to let him the first time yall had sex he came embarrassingly fast when he did
⊹ when hes eating ur pussy he reaches up and squeezes them, using his long arms to his advantage, he always needs to have his hands on ur titties
p. gunwook
⊹ picture perfect tit guy
⊹ whenever he hugs you from behind his hands slip up and under ur shirt
⊹ tbh he loves when you wear a bikini thats a little too small, loves showing the guys what he has and what they cant have
⊹ when he sucks on them hes so messy lord.. saliva EVERYWHERE, he makes sure to give both of them attention because he cant have you thinking he has a favorite 💔
⊹ bite marks, hickies, loves marking you up when hes fucking you, he needs to have his mouth occupied while hes balls deep in u or else he wont last
ranking
most
- gunwook
- gyuvin
- matthew
- taerae
- ricky
- jiwoong
- hanbin
- zhanghao
least
tl: @pookalicious-hq @hearteuijoo @estrnrea (if ur name is bolded that mean i cant tag u pls change ur settings)
pairing: bff!hanbin x fem!reader || wc: 1.9k || cw: smut! mentions of alcohol, both are tipsy (not drunk, everything is consensual), they flirt so much, kissing, making out, grinding, fingering, oral (f rec.), clit play, p in v, protected sex, marking, light biting and hair pulling, use of petnames, dirty talk, praise, a tiny bit of teasing, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni!!! || a/n: this man’s tattoos are the hottest thing ever
the room is warm. you’re sprawled across hanbin’s couch like you own it, legs thrown over the armrest, head lolling against a cushion that smells exactly like him — clean laundry, faint cedar cologne, and something warmer that’s just his. the peach soju bottle on the coffee table is nearly empty, a thin ring of liquid glowing amber under the lamp. your cheeks are flushed, your limbs loose, everything soft and hazy around the edges.
hanbin’s on the floor, back pressed to the couch, one knee drawn up. he’s in that black tank top that should be illegal in this heat, sleeves cut just enough to show the full spread of ink on his arms. the overhead light keeps sliding across the lines like it’s showing off for you. you’ve seen those tattoos a thousand times — traced them with lazy fingers during movie nights, fallen asleep with your cheek against the sun-star-moon on his collarbone — but tonight the alcohol has stripped away every polite pretense. you can’t stop staring.
“you’re doing it again,” he says, not even looking up from his phone.
“doing what?”
“staring at my arms like you want to sink your teeth in.”
you snort, nudge his shoulder with your bare foot. “maybe i do.”
he finally tips his head back, upside-down smile lazy and dangerous. “you’re so fucking obvious when you’re tipsy.”
“shut up.” you flick his forehead. “i’m appreciating art.”
he laughs low, sets his phone aside, and turns to face you properly. the movement makes the tank ride up, just enough to flash the sharp v of his hipbone disappearing into low-slung shorts. you swallow. hard.
“which one is your favorite tonight?” he asks, voice dipped in honey and teasing. he flexes his right arm slow, deliberate, letting the thin script curl around the muscle. 'don’t regret what you do'. the ink looks alive when he moves.
you push yourself up on your elbows, knees knocking together. “that one,” you say, pointing. “always that one.”
“yeah?” he lifts the arm higher, turns it so the light licks every letter. “tell me why.”
“because it’s hot,” you say, too honest, the soju burning away your filter. “and because it’s you. you really don’t regret anything. not even the stupid shit. not even—” you wave a hand between you, “this, probably.”
his eyes go half-lidded. something shifts in the air, heavy and electric.
“and the other one?” his voice is quieter now. "do you like it?"
your gaze drifts to the delicate line of sun, star, moon just under his collarbone. you’ve kissed that spot before. once. more than a year ago. cheap vodka. a dare you both pretended was funny afterward. you remember the way he’d gone perfectly still, breath caught, like the world had narrowed to your mouth on his skin.
“yeah, that one’s pretty,” you whisper. “makes me think of you when i can’t sleep. like you’re all three at once. bright and far and quiet.”
the teasing melts off his face. he looks at you like you just handed him something fragile and priceless.
“come here,” he says.
you slide off the couch without hesitation, knees hitting the carpet between his. you’re close enough now to taste the peach on his breath, to see the faint sheen of sweat at his temple. your hands find his shoulders like they’ve always belonged there.
“you’re really drunk,” he murmurs, but his thumbs are already slipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing the skin just above your waistband.
“tipsy,” you correct, leaning in until your forehead almost touches his. “big difference.”
“is there?”
you nod. “tipsy means i still know exactly what i want.”
his hands settle fully on your waist now, warm and sure. “and what do you want, baby?”
you don’t answer with words. you close the last inch and press your lips to the sun on his collarbone — soft, then open-mouthed when he exhales like you punched him. you drag your mouth to the star, then the moon, tasting salt and summer and him. his grip tightens, fingers digging in like he’s scared you’ll vanish.
“fuck,” he breathes. “you’re gonna kill me.”
you smile against his skin, teeth grazing the curve where neck meets shoulder. “good.”
that’s all it takes.
he surges up, hands sliding to your thighs to yank you into his lap. you go willingly, knees bracketing his hips, and the second you settle you both groan — he’s hard, thick against you, only two thin layers of cotton between you. you roll your hips once, slow, just to hear him curse.
“you’ve been thinking about this,” he says, voice wrecked. “please, tell me you have.”
“every time you wear one of those stupid tank tops,” you admit, tugging at the hem. “take it off?”
he yanks it over his head in one motion and then he’s bare-chested and the tattoos are right there. you can’t help it — you lean down and lick a long stripe up his bicep, right over the words you love. the muscle jumps under your tongue.
he shudders hard. “you don't know what you're doing to me.”
“don’t regret what you do,” you whisper against the ink, then bite down gently.
that breaks him completely.
he flips you so fast the room spins — your back hits the couch cushions, cushions that still smell like him, and then he’s on you, mouth crashing into yours. it’s not soft. it’s years of "almosts" and "maybes" and what if poured into teeth and tongue and desperate hands. you arch up, nails raking down his back, and he growls into your mouth.
“bedroom,” he mutters, but neither of you move. too far. instead he shoves your shirt up, mouth closing over your breast through the thin lace of your bra. you whine, high and needy, fingers twisting in his hair.
“hanbin—”
“i know, baby,” he says, voice shredded. “fuck, i know.”
clothes come off in frantic pieces — your shirt caught on your elbow, his shorts kicked somewhere towards the kitchen, your panties snagging on his wrist when he tugs too hard. you end up naked beneath him, legs spread wide, and he just stops. looks. eyes black.
“you’re so fucking pretty,” he says, like it hurts. then he drops between your thighs without another word.
his mouth is hot, wet, perfect. he licks into you like he’s starving, tongue curling just right, two fingers sliding in alongside and crooking immediately. you cry out, hips bucking, but he pins you down with one hand splayed over your stomach.
“stay still, baby,” he murmurs against your clit, and the vibration makes you sob.
you come the first time embarrassingly fast, thighs clamped around his head, his name cracked in half in your throat. he doesn’t stop — keeps licking softly through it until you’re twitching and begging. only then does he crawl back up, kissing you slow and filthy so you taste yourself on his tongue.
“condom,” you manage, reaching blindly toward the coffee table.
he laughs, breathless, nearly knocks over the wine bottle fumbling for his wallet. you watch him roll it on with shaking hands, and the sight of him — head tipped back, throat working, cock flushed and heavy — makes you throb all over again.
“look at you,” you whisper.
he glances down, smirks crooked. “like what you see?”
“shut up and fuck me.”
and that's what he does.
he pushes in slow, eyes locked on yours, watching every inch disappear. you’re tight, wet, still trembling from your orgasm, and he groans like it hurts. when he bottoms out you both stay still for a second, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.
“move, please, binnie,” you beg, legs wrapping around his waist.
he moves.
hard. deep. the couch creaks beneath you, springs protesting. his hand braces beside your head so he can watch your face fall apart. you reach up, trembling fingers tracing the bicep tattoo again.
“say it,” he pants.
“don’t regret—” your voice cracks as he hits that spot inside you, “what you do—”
he snarls and fucks you harder, like the words are gasoline. the angle’s perfect, every thrust dragging over your g-spot until your eyes roll back. you come again clenching around him, sobbing his name into his shoulder, nails leaving half-moon marks on his back.
he follows seconds later, hips stuttering, burying himself deep and spilling with your name on his tongue. you feel him pulse inside you, moaning your name.
after, you stay tangled, sweaty and sticky and perfect. he’s half-hard still, and neither of you move to separate. his face is pressed into your neck, lips brushing your skin.
“so,” he says eventually, hoarse, “still just tipsy?”
you laugh, shaky and wrecked, and bite the moon on his collarbone just because you can.
“shut up, hanbin.”
he hums, content, and rolls his hips lazily. the drag makes you both gasp.
“round two in my bed?” he asks against your skin. “bigger surface area. more room to make you scream.”
you clench around him involuntarily and he groans.
“yes,” you breathe. “god, yes.”
he pulls out slow, ties off the condom, and then scoops you up like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist automatically, arms around his neck. he carries you down the hallway, mouth on yours the whole way, bumping into walls because neither of you can stop kissing.
his bedroom is darker, just the city glow through half-open blinds striping the bed in silver. he drops you onto the sheets and follows immediately, crawling over you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
this time is slower.
he kisses every inch of you — collarbone, breasts, the soft skin under them, down your stomach, the crease where thigh meets hip. he spends forever between your legs again, licking you open until you’re writhing and begging, until you come on his tongue a third time with his fingers buried inside you and his name a prayer.
when he finally slides back in — after putting another condom this time — he groans like he’s coming home.
“fuck, you feel even better in this angle,” he whispers, hips rolling slow and deep. “i’m never letting you leave this bed.”
you laugh breathlessly, arching up to meet him. “we’ll die of dehydration.”
“worth it.”
he fucks you like that for what feels like hours — slow, then fast, then slow again, drawing it out until you’re both trembling. you lose track of how many times you come. at some point he flips you over, pulls your hips up, and takes you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit until you’re screaming into the pillow.
when he finally comes again, it’s with his chest pressed to your back, your name muffled against your shoulder, arms wrapped around you so tight you can barely breathe.
you collapse together, his weight a perfect blanket. he doesn’t pull out. just stays inside you, softening slowly, lips brushing lazy kisses over every tattoo you praised earlier.
“still no regrets?” you mumble into the pillow, voice shot.
he laughs, low and wrecked, and bites the shell of your ear.
“never,” he says. “told you the ink doesn’t lie.”
outside, the summer night keeps humming, warm and sticky and endless. inside, you fall asleep tangled with him, hearts racing in tandem, skin marked by his mouth and his hands and the quiet promise that tomorrow you’ll do it all again.
pairing: idol!han yujin x idol!f!reader genre: it was super sweet until it wasn’t, fluff, LITERALLY SO SOFT, a lil bit of humor warnings: bad grammar, intended lowercase wc: 1.0k a/n: thank you for requesting this nonnie 🌷 it didn’t turn out as i wanted to but oh well 😞 based on this request
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HANGING OUT WITH YUJIN is difficult. not because he’s some jerk or anything, but because both your demanding schedules are exhausting. most of the time, the best you could manage was talking backstage whenever your groups had a comeback around the same time.
the last time you had a proper outing was probably more than a month ago.
and now, you were peacefully rotting in your bed in your dorm—blankly looking at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. and you would’ve probably continued your very “productive” day if it weren’t for an eye catching text.
yuyu: are u busy
you: no why
yuyu: do u wanna come over to my dorm yuyu: i’m done with my schedule 😆
you: i’ll be there soon
it wasn’t often you could visit each other’s dorms. you were both the youngest in your groups, and the managers didn’t exactly make it easy.
without wasting any more time, you grabbed your essentials and changed into a comfortable outfit. as you called an uber, you stopped by your members room to let her know that you’re leaving.
“huh? where are you going?” she took off her headphones.
“to yujin’s,” you reply, already slipping on your shoes.
“ohhhh, alright then” jiwoo teased, with a knowing smile on her face. “don’t come back too late, and be careful!”
“right, thank you!”
the drive to yujin’s place wasn’t that long, but you were able to listen to some of your favorite songs.
after paying for the ride, you scrambled to gather your things and headed toward the entrance.
your heart beats a little bit faster as you get closer to the door. it had been so long since you hung out properly, without rushing or a fear of cameras.
when you were standing right before the door, you whipped out your phone from your pocket to send a quick text.
you: i’m here
seconds later, the door opened, revealing yujin, dressed in a simple black tee and sweatpants. the image of you before his eyes made him grin.
“you’re here,” he softly said, grinning. like he didn’t expect you to actually come.
“of course,” you smiled back. “you called, no?”
yujin scratched the back of his neck, shyly smiling. “yeah, i just…you know, missed you”
these words caught you back for no reason. it’s not the first time you said that to each other, but at this moment, it felt way more vulnerable. “i missed you too,” you replied, slight blush appearing on your ears.
he closed the door behind you and took your bag. the next thing you know, yujin is hugging you. hands wrapping around your waist, his head falling on your shoulder.
“i really missed you, a lot” he quietly whispered, so only you would hear.
hugging him back, you planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back.
right now, only you two existed in this world. nothing could break this moment—
“huh? what’s this about, yujin?”
well, almost nothing.
gunwook, one of yujin’s members just walked in on you two hugging like one of you just came back from war.
“oh, hello, sorry for disturbing,” you stammered, bowing as best as you could with Yujin still clinging to you.
“hello y/n,” he greeted you back and continued in a teasing voice. “yah, yujin, you never let us hug you so much. i’m upset”
“you’ll live,” yujin shot back immediately.
gunwook just laughed it off. instead taking out his phone and snapping a picture of you two.
your face burned. without thinking, you turned your head in the opposite direction so your face wouldn’t be visible. but it seems, yujin wasn’t bothered at all.
only when his hyung left, yujin let you go. grabbing your wrist, he led you back to his room. without giving it a second thought, he pulled you to his bed, letting his hands return to their previous position—around your waist. you’d do the same if not the constant buzzing of the phone in yujin’s pocket.
“yujin, check your messages”
“i don’t want to, let’s just cuddle,” he replied, already on the verge of falling asleep.
“cmon, what if it’s something important?” you reasoned gently. and it worked, he took out his phone and unblocked it, making screen visible to you.
you wish you didn’t ask.
ZB1 group chat
gunwook: [1 attachment] gyuvin: what gyuvin: he never clings to me like that hanbin: my son 😭😭 taerae: NOOOO IM SUPPOSED TO BE #1 YUJIN FAN ricky: can’t believe this betrayal… gyuvin: i’m actually crying rn hanbin: look how soft our youngest is 😭😭😭 taerae: MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS hao: oh my… you two look cute though 🫶 gunwook: he didn’t even say hi to me properly but he’s glued to y/n matthew: he ignores us every day and suddenly becomes a human koala jiwoong: let him be in love~ ricky: love??? oh?? yujin: STOP hao: why stop? it’s cute gunwook: y/n, thank you for making our maknae smile so much 🥰 yujin: i’m muting this chat bye matthew: HE’S BLUSHING I SWEAR 😭
not being able to bear anymore of their teasing, he shut off his phone and tossed it somewhere else.
you chucked at his reaction. “you’re cute”
“only with you,” he replied, burying his head deeper into your neck.
you just wrapped your hands around him and smiled.
you would never trade clingy yujin for anything else in the world.
bonus:
gunwook: [1 attachment] jiwoo: HELLOOOO jiwoo: genuinely wtf jiwoo: my baby y/n is so down bad TT gunwook: LMAOOO gunwook: dw she’s not the only one
