#jonghyun soft

[suuho]

poet | artist

[howtodrsw]

every day was gray, 🩶 ☁️ ெ♡ ༚

— you put color back to my world

˗ˏˋയ ✩ — 🏹 ...

sugar honey, you gave me so much more to live for Ꮚ◡ꈊ◡Ꮚ

[p-oisn]

Teddy  Bear  @mietteone  ʢ-̫͡-ʔ͏ 🍏

[galapogos]

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ིྀྀ ▩꫶⃛͡❤︎ᰯ♫ Rilkean Heart

[s-hakur]

those good old days ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

[speakofshinee]

[jjxngmoon]

shinee's waists are so small i can't DEAL with this anymore

[incorrectshinee]

Minho: this is absolutely not funny, delete this immediately or my lawyer will be in contact

Jonghyun: let's do it baby, I know the law.

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; cookie : ); PG

Sometimes it's the quiet little things uwu

Jonghyun wakes up pretty confused because he doesn't remember falling asleep in the first place. He remembers slapping his Rise of the Guardians DVD into his old PS2 and starting the movie. He remembers lying down on the floor in the living room with a pillow pulled off of the couch and a blankie pulled off of his bed. He remembers getting nice and comfy and enjoying the first... half? Maybe third? Of the movie. He guesses that's when he fell asleep because now the TV is playing the DVD title screen on a loop.

Another thing he doesn't remember is Taemin coming home from work but that must have happened at some point too, because he's here on the floor with Jonghyun, head on Jonghyun’s right arm, eyes closed, drool puddling and dripping down his bicep into the carpet.

Jonghyun smiles to see him. He's so cute. He leans over to press a tiny kiss to Taemin's hair, then relaxes back into his pillow and blinks at the ceiling.

He could start the movie again. Or–his tummy rumbles under the blanket. He doesn't know how long he was asleep but it's probably been too long since he last ate. He should probably get up and go make food.

He doesn't know how to do that without waking Taemin up, though. He doesn't want to interrupt him if work tired him out so much today that he wanted to nap. Taemin is a heavy sleeper, true, but this has to be just a little catnap or something. He can't be completely out. Jonghyun isn't entirely sure that he can ease his arm out from under Taemin's head without disturbing him. 

After a few minutes of deliberation, his tummy growls at him again and he decides that he's just going to have to go for it. He props his free left hand on the ground, ready to push himself up, but his fingers brush against something on the way. A paper bag; he grabs it and looks at the logo on the front. A paper bag from Taemin's favorite little cafe by his work.

Looking closer, Jonghyun bites his lip against a rush of giddy emotions when he sees what's scrawled on the bag in orange sharpie. It's just three things: his initials, a scribbled out heart, and then another heart next to that. Jonghyun glances at Taemin as he picks the bag up and holds it in his lap. The little gay baby probably drew the heart the first time and then got embarrassed about it and scratched it out and then got embarrassed about that and drew another one.

Opening the bag as quietly as a paper bag can be opened, he peeps curiously inside to see what Taemin got for him. There's a big cookie frosted with white chocolate and sugar sprinkles to look like a bunny, a blueberry muffin, and a cinnamon roll oozing with so much glaze that it smears all over the inside of its wrapper.

“Score," he whispers to himself. His three favorites.

He pulls the cookie out first. He bites off its round little tail before placing it, crumbs and sprinkles and all, onto his blanket. Then he reaches for the controller by his hip, starts the movie again, and fast forwards to the last scene that he remembers. It's a little loud, so he grabs the TV remote and turns down the volume down next so it doesn't wake Taemin.

Finally, for good measure, he leans over to smooch Taemin's sweet little head again. He feels too loved to not love Taemin back right this second, even if he is sleeping. He'll tell Taemin again when he wakes up. He has a feeling that Taemin will say the same thing. 

[gcholdtrops]

it feels nice, being here with you. / nanami + jonghyun :3c

FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! | @ravegrls

                     it   had   been   a   while   since   jonghyun   felt   such   at   ease   in   another   person's   company,   being   a   bit   of   a   loner   and   introvert,   meant   that   he   often   preferred   to   spend   time   in   his   own   company.   however,   ever   since   nanami   had   wandered   into   his   life,   it   had   gotten   much   more   colorful   and   joyful.   for   the   first   time,   as   far   as   he   remembered,   he   had   actually   gone   out   of   his   own   comfort   zone   and   planned   an   event   where   nanami   had   been   the   main   character   when   thinking   out   every   little   detail.   it   wasn't   a   lot   but,   a   prepared   picnic   basket   from   a   local   store   in   the   city,   male   happy   that   such   a   store   existed   so   he   didn't   have   to   spend   half   a   day   in   the   grocery   store   to   find   delicious   small   nips   of   food   to   enjoy.   a   nice   blanket   to   sit   on,   along   with   a   bigger   blanket   in   case   the   evening   was   cool   that   day.   day   finally   came   around   and   when   the   nightfall   appeared   and   sky   was   starry,   they   had   the   blanket   wrapped   around   them,   nanami's   head   rested   against   his   shoulder   when   she   had   spoken   words   that   made   a   warm   feeling   run,   like   a   wave,   through   his   body.   head   leaned   to   rest   against   hers   and   a   smile   was   evident   on   his   features.   "   i   agree.   this   is   an   evening   i'll   never   forget,   thanks   to   you.   "   basket   was   emptied   and   they   were   on   the   last   liquid   in   their   glasses   as   well.   what   a   night.

[certifiedmaidenlessblog]

[Fancam] Jong Hyun of SHINee(샤이니 종현) Odd Eye(오드아이) @M COUNTDOWN_150618

Kinda struggling to be normal about jjong in this one jajsjjaakajns

[howtodrsw]

you are like 𝑜𝑥𝑦𝑔𝑒𝑛

+ '͙🥬ༀ⋆🎍ᖭི༏ᖫྀ໒꒱ᨗ୨🐸ઈઉ१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎

[seungkw1]

white t-shirt — csc

💿🎧 white t-shirt - jonghyun 🎶🤍

♡ pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: 2.3k ♡ warnings: dom!cheol, sub!reader, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), nipple play, creampie, dacryphilia, sexting, brief wrist pinning (f. receiving), gendered petnames (good girl, babygirl) ♡ a/n: i went insane no fewer than 15 times while writing this. hope u enjoy <3

1:32am

You didn't mean to rile up your boyfriend when you sent him that picture. 

It was late at night. You should've been asleep already, but the bed felt empty without him. Seungcheol had only been gone for a few days, off on a trip with the boys, but you missed him. Normally, you spend your nights trying to escape from his immense body heat - an impossible task, as he insists on clinging onto you, wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you tight against him as he drifts off to sleep. But you're having a hard time sleeping without his touch. 

It's only one more night, you remind yourself. He'll be back tomorrow. But it isn't helping. 

So in his absence, you do the next best thing you can: put on one of his t-shirts. 

The shirt is thin, a simple plain white tee, buttery soft, and most importantly - it feels like him. You plop back into bed, cozying up under the sheets, ready to sleep. However, his scent against your skin is arousing, and you find yourself longing for him even more. Your hand leisurely slips downward, resting between your inner thighs. The coolness of your skin contrasts with the heat radiating from between your legs. You try to resist, but your fingertips drift toward your core. They arrive at the delicate fabric of your underwear, just barely grazing over your clothed slit. You inhale sharply - you knew you were wet, but the sticky spot that has formed reveals just how fucking much you need him right now. Your middle finger ever so slightly presses against your clit, your other hand moving to your breasts, lightly pinching your hardening nipples through your borrowed shirt. You let out a quiet whimper. As turned on as you are, you'd love to get yourself off, but you don't want to do it yourself. You want Seungcheol here, touching you, worshiping your body with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. You feel your cunt throb at the mere thought of him. 

You sigh. Rolling over, you reach to grab your phone. You didn't want to bother him too much while he was with his friends, but your neediness is winning right now. 

You open up your messages. You click the top thread, labeled “Cheollie ❤️”, and open up the selfie camera. It's dark, but the moonlight seeping through the curtains illuminates you just enough. You position the phone above you, placing your body in full view. Your nipples poke through the thin, sheer fabric, showing off your tits nicely. You lift the shirt up slightly, revealing your tummy, but also displaying the visible wet spot spreading on your panties. Perfect. 

The screen flashes as you hit the shutter button. You type out a quick message.

missing you babe 😘

You hit send. You don't even know if he's even awake at this point, but almost immediately the typing bubble pops up. He types for a good minute, then the typing stops. But no message. You wait, staring at the screen, another minute passing before he starts typing again. Finally, a response. 

you can't just send me a picture like that out of nowhere. look what you've done.

His message is followed by a slightly blurry photo: him, in the bathroom mirror, pants hastily unbuttoned and boxers shoved aside, his thick cock fully erect. 

Another message follows. 

we were in the middle of a game. i had to run off and hide because of you. 

You grin, pleased with yourself. You wanted to tease your boyfriend, make him excited to come home to you. Instead, you've made him incredibly horny - and you want to see just how far you can push him. 

i take it you like the pic then? ;)

brat. i saw how wet you are. you need me that bad babygirl? so desperate for my cock that you can't even wait til i'm home tomorrow?

i need you babe, i wanna cum so bad 

don’t you dare, love. wait for me. 

i’ll be waiting ❤️

good. no touching yourself. only i’m allowed to make you cum.

You say goodnight, then and roll over - but you're certainly not sleepy now. Your mind wanders, thinking of your boyfriend, fantasizing about how good he's going to fuck you tomorrow. 

You pull up your phone one last time to check the time, calculating the hours until he’ll be back - far too many. 

It's going to be a long night. 

—

3:34pm

Your eyes are glued to the little gray circle with a C on it as it gets closer and closer to your apartment on the map. Cheol is almost home. 

Thank fuck. If you have to wait any longer, you’re simply going to explode. 

You reread the text he sent you earlier in the day:

omw home baby, i'll be there in a couple hours. wait in bed for me, wear the same thing as last night.

So here you are, laying on the bed, in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear, which you can already feel getting wet again. You've been obedient, ignoring every urge in your body to touch yourself - but that's only made you even hornier. 

Finally, you hear the jingle of keys as the front door unlocks. You hear your boyfriend enter, taking off his shoes and setting down his things. Then - footsteps, growing louder as he approaches the bedroom. He slowly pushes the slightly-ajar door, standing in the doorway and taking in the sight of you, nearly naked, waiting for him in bed - just like he told you to. He gazes down at you, practically licking his lips, his eyes brimming with desire. You give him your best doe eyes as he saunters toward the bed. 

“Such a good girl for me, doing exactly as I told you,” he praises as he takes your face in one hand, rubbing your cheek gently. You say nothing, but tug at his arms, trying to pull him onto the bed - but he resists, standing tall as he stares lustfully into your eyes.  

“Oh, but you're still in trouble for what you did to me last night.”

You bite your lip as you grin, beaming at how much you managed to provoke him with only a single suggestive photo. Before he can stop you, you slip your hand onto the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He groans as you stroke his cock through his clothes; he lets you do so a few more times, savoring the sensation, before grabbing you by the wrist - pinning you to the bed as he climbs on top of you. He interlaces his fingers with yours as he holds you down, locking lips with you as he kisses you with aching necessity. His soft, plush lips tug at yours as he places his weight on you, pressing his hardened cock into your core. You cry out as his erection rubs gently against your clit, giving you the stimulation you've been craving. 

“Cheol,” you moan under your breath. “Missed you so much.”

He kisses your neck, humming in your ear. “I know, baby.”

His lips trail down your neck, sucking tenderly at your skin, until he reaches your breasts. He takes one in each hand, squeezing them as his thumbs repeatedly brush against your perked nipples. He positions his mouth right above one of them - you feel the warmth of his breath before he latches on, sucking gently on the bud through the thin t-shirt. You moan softly as his tongue creates a wet spot upon the fabric, making your nipple even more visible. He rubs the first nipple again as his mouth moves to your other boob, sucking more intensely as you begin to wriggle underneath him. He takes his time, going back and forth between each bud. 

“Cheollie,” you whine, “gonna cum already if you keep doing that.”

His mouth pops as he unlatches, glancing up at you amorously and giving you a sly grin. You are putty in his hands at the slightest touch - and it turns him on so badly. 

He tugs at the shirt - you lift your body off the bed, allowing him to pull it off of you. Throwing it aside hastily, he returns to your now-bare tits, kissing and licking them some more before his lips continue down your body, planting deep kisses on your stomach. He arrives at your cunt, situating himself comfortably between your legs, ready to devour you. His tongue licks a fat stripe over the growing wet spot on your underwear, the lightest of touch causing your back to arch slightly. He sucks on your clit through the fabric a few times before he grabs your underwear, pulling them off of you hastily, your soaked cunt now exposed and ready for him to eat.

He wraps his arms around your thighs as his tongue meets your pussy, licking up and down your folds. You whimper as he swirls around your clit, kissing and softly sucking on the sensitive bud. He slips his tongue into your cunt, pushing its way into your hole - his nose pressing deliciously against your clit as he tastes all of you, the vibrations from his moans making you see stars. You place your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair as he goes down on you, your grasp growing stronger the more intensely his tongue works against your cunt. As you pull his hair he begins to grind into the mattress, needing relief from how painfully hard he’s become. He worships your pussy, eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth, savoring every drop of your juices as you writhe under him, overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your entire body. 

“Cheollie, ‘m gonna cum.”

He removes his face from your cunt, taunting you with his lips hovering just above your clit. You lift your hips, trying to put your pussy back in his mouth, but instead he slips two fingers into you. You cry out as he curls his fingertips upward, reaching your g-spot with ease. He keeps pressing the sweet spot as he slides in and out of you, his thick fingers stretching you out as he fucks you.

Not as much as his cock is going to stretch you out, your subconscious reminds you. 

“Please,” you whine, looking down at him, “need your mouth on me.”

He glances up at you, his big brown eyes meeting yours, drunk with lust. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please baby.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum.”

He smirks at the sight of you, tears welling in your eyes as you plead desperately for his touch. 

“My baby’s so pretty like this,” he coos, his bottom lip brushing lightly against your pulsating bud. 

You yelp as he dives back into you, his mouth latching onto your clit as his hand increases its pace, his other hand pressing against your tummy. Any remaining thoughts in your head vanish - your mind overtaken by pleasure, overtaken by him. You scream his name out as the white-hot sensation in your stomach builds, your body starting to tremble as your orgasm takes over. Seungcheol continues sucking your throbbing bud as you cum on his fingers, shaking from the powerful rush of dopamine exploding through your body. You’ve never cum this fucking hard in your life. 

You haven’t even caught your breath by the time he crawls up on top of you, his cock lined up with your entrance. You moan as he slides the head inside, your drenched walls stretching around his size. He slowly begins to thrust into you, filling you up, your pussy taking his entire length with each stroke. His body presses against yours as he buries his head into your neck, his cock pumping into you, fucking you deeper with each stroke. He groans as you tighten around him, his voice low and gravelly in your ear as his orgasm draws nearer.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, “pussy so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

Tears stream down the side of your face as you take his cock. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him - sending him over the edge.

“Please,” you beg, “cum inside me."

“Oh god,” he moans, his body beginning to tremble as he bucks his hips into you. “I’m cumming baby…”

His cock throbs in your cunt as he releases. You whimper as he fills your pussy up, his hot ropes shooting up into you. He slows his pace, coming to a stop as he comes down, his still-twitching cock resting inside you. His lips tenderly suck at the delicate skin on your neck as you wrap your arms around his broad torso, squeezing his body into yours as tightly as you can. Eventually, he lifts his head, his face meeting yours with a kiss on the lips. He gazes at you, enamored. You lay there, breathing deeply together as you recover from your highs.

Seungcheol strokes your hair softly. “God I missed you.”

“Don't leave me ever again,” you pout playfully. 

“I can’t,” he replies, shaking his head. “Not if you’re gonna send me pictures like that. I nearly came in my pants.”

You grin lazily at him, head still spinning from your orgasm. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

Cheol kisses you again, cradling your face in his hand. He grabs onto you as he rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You feel his cum dripping out of you, spilling onto his still-erect cock. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward his face. 

“C’mere,” he instructs, licking his lips at the sight of you about to straddle his face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

—

[s-hakur]

anos dois mil né

[sugar-petals]

every time i see him pop up on my dash i’m impressed by how taemin (who else) has debuted and effortlessly resonated in several generations of his genre and remains so bewitchingly relevant. yes i know manwhoring and the dark side of catholicism plus dissecting masculinity/femininty will never go out of fashion and he dances more compellingly than 99% of his peers and his looks never seem to change ever and he works his butt off but you know what i mean: 

an inexplicable longevity. without scandal, lack of sympathy from fans, missing the mark, error, mediocrity. all while provoking thought. taemin’s ultraglittering, seductive musical staying power slash a remarkably consistent message — how on earth does he vary his aesthetic but always manages to express HIS idea?— and drive to do what he does are mysteriously singular. and it’s not just his jesus-honoring buttshaking alright. to use the first gen benchmark, without slighting either of these artists: he is the legacy and work of BOA and Rain in one. seamless even after his difficult enlistment, taemin always keeps going and going and innovating and serving looks and performing and enchanting. 

i don’t mean that in a way of “tch why has taemin not fallen from grace yet?? he’s too goody-two-shoes to be true!” or “this dude must be a cash-hungry slaving robot who uses sex to sell as a sleazy capitalist trick!!”. i just sincerely think he’s done so well, everything else would be unfair and inaccurate to say. enviably, taemin really found his own thing, that inspires. it’s no surprise how every shawol/taemin fan is just on fire (and every phobic tongue that rises against him shall be hilariously ridiculed without even bothering much: i like this idgaf attitude in the fandom, it resembles him a lot lol). can’t blame anybody, one hand movement by that cheeky guy, you’re hooked. 

i simply wanted to stress how taemin pulled off sticking around against the odds, being a charmed personality, and electrifying a multi-generational, multi-gender crowd and look damn sharp while doing it: even with a soft, sweet tenor voice such as his. we really have to thank jonghyun in all regards, whatever he has instilled in taemin was, and we all know that, zero percent in vain. it has given him a huge portion of that “X-factor” (or ‘T’-factor in this case lmao), in front of the camera that only the greats have, far beyond just doing ‘attempted personal branding aaand done, retired, forgotten’.

even if yes, that still contributes on the hard-to-ignore business side, SM knew how to do one thing right after all. we don’t know idols personally still, and taemin clearly found his perfect niche, giving the audience what other artists desperately cannot offer on that ‘market’, if you want to put it like that. but either way, he seems much more than the industry in a way? and MJ/Prince, for that matter, despite an obvious inspiration? like a feeling. or musing. really, how does he do it 😭

taemin’s success, fan-favorite status and concept ahead of the curve is so difficult to explain and that’s probably why people enjoy him and his work: it is curated, not calculated. i think there’s huge difference, even if the production process is the same or similar everywhere. but the way most idols are fascinated by taemin says it all basically, he’ll be talked about for decades after and always come back successfully, gaga-style. ngl taemin could never bore me (am i the only one who still positively loses it when he hits the pose? i never found it annoying, i love that shit) it’s so easy to like what he does. his enigma makes him an artist, and i hope he’ll be around for long to spread his cheeky little mischief.

TLDR; i just wanted to emphasize how awesome taemin is and got totally carried away.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Hey pookie, I got a question. Do you have a masterlist and/or taglist?

Weak Hero Class:

seongjae

sieun

hyuntak&beomsoek

suho & yeongbin

whc reactions

baekjin & humin

juntae & wooyoung

mok-ha, dong-ha and whc crossovers/series

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study group:

phi hanwool:

NSFW alphabet

ma mihwan:

loud meets soft NSFW alphabet

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twinkling watermelon:

eungyol:

paper cuts detention the way you look at me

-

night has come:

kyungjun:

keep your distance the tie love like this

junhee:

dead of night

-

all of us are dead:

gyeong-su:

worth it

namra:

headcanon

min-jin:

headcanon

ha-ri:

headcanon

cheongsan:

NSFW alphabet after the fall

suhyeok:

dont walk away mine not his NSFW alphabet beautiful

joon-yeong:

on watch

-

Brave citizen:

han sugang:

dont come to my school your not leaving headcanon sunshine burns

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good boy:

dong-ju: noticed at last touches first

dongju x jonghyun: what you fight for

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high school heroes:

yoon-ki:

behind the mask

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true beauty:

seojun:beneath the stairwell lost in your melody so i dont move on like you didnt break my heart

parasite: ki woo:

the girl in the room

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straykids:

han changbin bangchan i.n hyunjin felix

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enhypen:

heeseung

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alchemy of souls:

seo yuel

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extraordinary you:

beakkyung

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impossible heir:

kang in ha

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other:

random squidgame one