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[binneulton]

losing my grip on reality barely able to eat my food without thinking about him this is how badly i need that myung jaehyun puppy bf i need to hold him i need to squeeze him i need to bully him while loving on him and praise him i need to pry his hands off me i need to overstimulate him i need to cling on to him in silence and fall asleep i need to be under his skin i need to squish his cheeks i need to bite him all over i need to whisper in his oversensitive ear i need to tell him he can't come i need to play with his nipples i need to lick his tongue i need to wrestle with him i need to lock his head between my thighs i need to pull on his hair i need to push him i need to straddle him and tickle him i need to lay on top of him i need to laugh with him i need to take it too far until he's begging me to stop i need him to wet himself i need him to be embarrassed he wet himself i need him to sigh with relief and a smile while his face is flushed i need him to close his eyes while sucking on my fingers i need him to eat me out while i read a book i need him to act cute and cook with me i need him to be glued to my side i need him to sniff me even when it's inappropriate even where it's inappropriate i need him to be so deranged and smitten to the point where it's uncomfortable for him when we're not together

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where are the subby myung jaehyun puppy play fics with dominant reader this is an emergency

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WHAT THE FUUUUCKKKKKKKKK

lee chanyoung what the fuck

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FAAAAAAAAAACK i need him

sungho sits on the floor and the couch sometimes and plays fifa in his shorts and a hoodie and he doesn't wear underwear so his cock is just swinging right? do you think he'd ever fuck yn in the living room or what would his favorite room be? would he prefer on the bed? on the couch? does seeing y/n in his clothes turn him on at all? does he pull her out of the shared space and into the privacy of his room? does he feel like she makes him want him so badly that it's corrupting him or does he think his passion is a normal amount? does he like goofy romantic sex or is it somewhat serious tor him every time? does he ever tease y/n for associating him with cats by randomly licking her, sometimes in the middle of it, and laugh at her for squirming when she's the one who compared him to a cat?

a/n: my head is spinning… this is mostly my thoughts to your questions though!! and it got long so read under the cut hehe contains: sungho x reader, dom!sungho x sub!reader, lots of sex…, blowjob, penetration (p in v), humping, masturbation, corruption kink, dollification?, biting and licking hehe

sungho wouldn’t mind any room! but his favorite would for sure be either the bedroom or the kitchen. the first is pretty obvious, him liking to take his time with you and do everything in order, like a ritual for his goddess. on the other hand, seeing you do domestic stuff turns him on so badly, the kitchen being the one place that has seen and heard so many of your endeavors, deviations from recipes as he hits your spot while handling you strongly. living room sex would be so perfect after the games he plays, either prizes for his wins or consolations for his losses. it would be a classic to get on your knees and suck him off, easily doing so because of him being in the comfort of just his loose shorts. when you get needy as he plays, he wouldn’t mind you grinding on his thigh until he’s free from the match to do more.

seeing you in his clothes would also be so adorable. he loves the fit of his boxy shirts falling over your shoulders, maybe exposing one from how big his clothes are to accommodate his huge shoulders. but most of all, he’d love to see you wearing his boxers. i’ve had this thought for a bit, and can also see this with taesan or riwoo, actually!! it’s the following: sungho seeing you in his boxers makes him go insane, from where either he makes you touch yourself or he fingers you himself until you cum in them, and then he uses those to jerk off. it could also be in a way where perv!bf!sungho is looking in to see your fingers buried in you to touch yourself as you miss him, taking the cum stained cloth from the laundry basket to use for his pleasure.

corruption kink with sungho would be so adorable :( him teaching you how to do stuff for him, maybe where he’s older or more experienced than you. it would be even better if you’re a virgin, molding you to fit him perfectly as his very own doll. he praises you so much as he continues to fill your mind with so many dirty things, and this could lead into some darker stuff, but i’ll leave it at that for now! if anyone wants to add or ask about dark sungho corruption kink… Please ask away!

sungho is totally a sucker for giggly goofy sex!! in a way, he finds it more intimate than the ‘serious’ kind because he would never be able to imagine laughing with someone while also being inside of them if that makes sense? like… the contradiction of emotions further make you both feel that much closer you know?

him smirking after you get flustered from suddenly getting licked :( biting you, earning a yelp, to then lick you where he bit :( sungho would tease you for calling him a cat, showing those cat-like behaviors excessively just to flustered you. “what? you called me cat, but you don’t want me to actually act like one?” he’d say while giggling :( he finds you so cute!!!! blowing on the wet spots to watch you squirm, and he’d do it randomly! not just while having sex 🙂‍↔️

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he's going to be the death of me

take care of you | b.e

in which ej can’t sleep and turns to you for help.

pairing: euijoo x fem!reader

includes: consensual somnophilia, dry humping, fingering, handjob, intercourse, unprotected sex, cumming inside, (lmk if i missed anything).

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ej felt awful. he was exhausted, he was sweaty, and worst of all, he was hard.

he looked over to his right to find you sound asleep, your back facing him. how you were sleeping in the dead middle of summer heat was beyond him, but you made it look so easy.

he tossed and turned, trying to get in a comfortable position, but nothing was comfortable. not with how uncomfortable he felt in his skin at that moment.

he tried pressing himself against you, thinking maybe he’d be able to sleep better with you in his embrace, but it only made him harder. the way your ass nestled perfectly against his erection.

eventually, ej tore himself away from you and stripped out of his t-shirt. he immediately felt better, cooler.

he lied flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. he was tired, but still he couldn’t fall asleep.

his erection was straining against his shorts, clear and as obvious as day. he glanced over to you again, ensuring you were still asleep, then slowly brought a hand down to his cock, over the shorts.

he squeezed his length slightly, sighing at the relief. it wasn’t much, but it was something. he looked over at you again, staring at your body as he dragged his hand up his length and back down.

his eyes scanned your pretty sleeping body. all you had on was a little pair of white shorts and a matching white tank top. ej thought you looked like an actual angel.

“baby,” he called out softly. “are you awake?”

no response. you were out like a light.

he sighed, then released his grasp on his covered erection. he wasn’t going to jerk off with you sleeping right next to him. he couldn’t.

so, he attempted to fall asleep again. he turned on his side and closed his eyes. nothing. he pressed himself against you again, sliding his arm over your stomach and holding you tight.

it felt like cuddling with a furnace. you were both hot. your tank top stuck to ej’s bare chest from sweat.

ej inhaled the scent of you shampoo, running his large hand up and down your stomach. he couldn’t help the way his cock dug right into your ass and how good even the slightest bit of pressure felt.

testing, he pushed his hips forward and bit his lip to restrain the moan threatening to leave his mouth. it felt good. you felt good.

you both had talked about it before, doing things in your sleep. both of you were intrigued by the idea, and both of you gave each other permission. so, ej thought, why not.

he tightened his grip around your waist, still being cautious not to wake you up, though. he pushed his hips forward again, burying his face into the back of your neck and sighing against your warm skin.

he started peppering soft kisses around your neck, kisses that gradually became harder the more he thrusted against you. he eventually started sliding his hand down from your stomach and into your shorts.

“mmm,” he hummed softly, spreading your legs slightly so he could get a better angle to dry-hump you. “you’re so good, baby.”

you shifted a little, but still weren’t awake yet.

ej found your clit and began rubbing you in little circles, getting you nice and wet. he huffed against your neck, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the fabric of his shorts. he was so turned on.

eventually, he pushed your shorts to the side and slid his fingers down to the bottom of your pussy and then back to the top, gathering your wetness that had formed, even with you being fast asleep.

he slid his middle finger into your tight hole, burying it there inside you. then, he used his thumb to keep rubbing your clit, and by then, it was getting hard to stay asleep.

ej continued to dry hump you, eventually not noticing how hard he was going. he just needed to feel good and at that point, if you woke up, so be it.

you suddenly squeezed your thighs around his hand and planted a firm hand on his wrist, stopping him from fingering you.

“fuck,” he exhaled, immediately pausing all movements.

“ej?” you called out, confused and dazed.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he said, slowly pulling his hand away from your drenched cunt.

“what’s going on?” you asked, your voice so soft and sleepy that ej twitched in his pants.

“nothing, sweetheart,” he replied, petting your hair. you looked up at him with big, tired eyes, blinking in confusion. “i just couldn’t sleep.”

“why not?” you wondered, turning your body so you were facing him instead.

“i don’t know,” he lied. “it’s just hot in here, so maybe that.”

with your tired gaze, still half asleep, you scanned ej from his red face down to his bare torso, and down to his shorts. that was where you were met with his cock straining clearly against the fabric with a dark patch on it.

he gulped nervously, watching you stare at his boner.

you reached your hand out and placed it on his clothed cock. ej melted into your touch, sighing out at the contact.

“you don’t have to,” he assured you. “you’re sleepy, baby. you should go back to bed.”

you gently stroked his length up and down, looking up at him through your eyelashes. god, he was so fucking horny. you made it impossible for him not to be.

“it’s so hard,” you whispered.

you took the initiative to slide your hand into his shorts and jerked him off without any interference. he moaned softly in your ear as your thumb swiped over his tip, gathering his pre-cum and using it as lubrication.

ej stared at your hand down his pants, watching how slowly you jerked him off from how tired you were. he knew you wanted to sleep, however, he also knew you were into it, because you were rutting yourself against his leg, equally desperate to be touched.

a few minutes of jerking him off and your movements got slower and slower, until eventually they come to a complete halt.

ej looked over at you to see why you stopped, only to find your eyes were closed again. you’d fallen back asleep, your hand still down his shorts.

he sighed, unsure what to do. to wake you up again would feel like a crime. you were obviously exhausted, and ej had been too, but by then, he was completely awake. and he wanted to cum.

“y/n?” he called out softly.

you hummed a little in response. you were on the cusp of falling back into deep slumber, yet still just barely conscious at the same time.

“just…” you started, “put it in me, euijoo.”

“what?” ej responded. “are you gonna wake up?”

you mumbled incoherently.

“just fuck me,” he eventually made out from your babbles.

his cock twitched in your limp grasp. he wanted to fuck you so bad, quite literally more than anything.

“yeah?” he said. “gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

your eyes fluttered open just barely. you looked so pretty, your pink cheeks smushed against the pillow, your hair messy and your lips inviting.

ej pushed you gently onto your back and leaned down to plant his lips against yours. he spread your legs and placed himself between them, holding your knees up around his waist.

you were barely kissing back, too tired to keep up with the pace he was going, but he didn’t care. you were still kissing him.

he ground his cock into your pussy, both of you still clothed. he kissed you so messily, so desperately and intensely. you just couldn’t keep up.

“fuck,” he grunted, pulling back for a moment to look at you. “you’re so pretty, baby. such a perfect girl just for me.”

you blinked up at him, lips glistening with a mixture of both of your saliva.

“fuck me, euijoo,” you begged quietly.

ej was quick to pull his shorts down, his aching cock springing out, dripping pre-cum. he slid your shorts to the side and slid your tank top up far enough for your tits to come out, leaving you just how he wanted you.

“are you gonna stay awake?” he asked, jerking his cock off to the sight of your body.

“i don’t know,” you responded lazily. “‘m so sleepy, but i want you to fuck me so bad.”

ej smiled softly down at you.

“just let me take care of you,” he said, finally lining himself up with your hole.

he slowly pushed his dick inside, giving you an inch at a time. you gasped, keeping your eyes on his as he filled you up.

“i’ve got you, honey,” he assured, caressing your warm cheek. “i’m right here.”

you felt so safe. so safe, so warm, and so good with him as he bottomed out inside of you. you were full of his cock.

you let your eyes close again, turning your head to the side. ej pulled out halfway before pushing back in deeply, feeling every inch of your warm, wet pussy.

he looked down at where your parts intertwined. he watched his cock pull almost all the way out of you before pushing back in.

he made sure to fuck you slow. you were falling back asleep, he could tell. he could feel it as your legs grew heavier around his waist and your body became slack. he had to be gentle with you.

“my good girl,” he whispered to himself, staring at your chest, then up to your face. “so sweet.”

he fucked you like that for a few minutes, feeling himself get closer and closer. he then dropped your legs down from around his waist and pulled out. at that, you woke up again.

your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him, practically pouting.

“why’d you stop?” you whined.

a bead of sweat was rolling down the side of his face, down his neck, and down his torso.

“i was getting close,” he told you.

“me too,” you said, taking him by surprise. “put it back in, please.”

he was quick to stuff his cock back inside you, feeling your tight walls suffocate his length. you spread your legs yourself, giving him enough room to thrust slightly faster than he had before now that you were awake.

with heavy eyelids, you watched him fuck you. he looked so good above you, sweaty and his jaw slightly dropped from how good he was feeling. you felt warmth all over your body and your stomach tightening.

“fuck,” you whispered tiredly. “i’m gonna cum.”

ej found your hand and intertwined your fingers together. he looked you deeply in your eyes as your orgasm hit you.

you gasped, throwing your head back as your tired, spent body came. your toes curled and your vision went blurry for a moment, from just how hard it had hit you.

“oh my god,” you cried out. “cum inside me, euijoo, please.”

ej groaned in response at the sheer thought of stuffing you full with his big load. he squeezed your hand and thrusted once, twice more, then let go.

“oh fuck,” he cried out. “oh, yeah. mmm, shit, i’m cumming.”

you could feel his warmth filling you up, rope after rope of cum flooding your insides. his eyes were squeezed shut, his hips lazily rutting into you to get the most out of his orgasm.

after about a minute or two, ej finally had caught his breath and pulled out of you. he collapsed by your side, chest still heaving for air slightly.

you were quick to cuddle up by his side, sighing happily as he planted a kiss to the top of your head.

“that was so good,” he said.

you hummed in agreement.

you both went silent then, ready for sleep to envelope you.

only then did you both hear a bird chirping, and as you looked out the window, you could spot the sun beginning to rise.

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when he did that it changed something in me like y'all don't even understand.... there's layers to it i can't elaborate on without sounding insane. but it has a heartbeat now and i've decided to cook and eat outside. and maybe write. probably a bad idea to write at this exact moment in time but i have to do something about it or else i'll go bonkers

LAWD LAWD LAWD

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thinking #thoughts that i would rather be #thinking about instead of doing normal things like cooking or working or sleeping or exercising or reading. not even fluff can save me rn. it's BAD

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CUUUUUUUUUUTE i love him

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extremely cute, i died a little ngl. i need jo

DRIFT TO SLEEP ───── asakura jo

✩ ⋅ pairing. asakura jo x fem!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 556 ✩ ⋅ prompts. reading together, a classic: falling asleep to their lover’s heartbeat as they’re lying against their chest, lying down while one plays with the other’s hair ✩ ⋅ request. If that's okay, I would like it to be JO x Female Reader. Thank you. ✩ ⋅ a/n. another one for the 600 event! ty for requesting!

The rain outside patters softly against the window. It’s 10pm, not late, but late enough to make you feel somewhat sleepy. Jo sits comfortably against the pillows, his back resting against the headboard, one arm loosely around you as you lie against his chest, your head nestled under his chin. 

His voice drifts through the air as he reads aloud from his book. The words flow smoothly, but you barely focus on them. You’re more aware of the warmth of him. His heartbeat beats softly in your ear, pulling you further into tiredness.

His other hand moves through your hair, fingertips combing gently through the strands. It’s lazy and tender, the kind of touch that makes your eyelids grow heavier with each slow touch. 

You let out a soft sigh, pressing yourself closer, and Jo chuckles softly, the quiet sound vibrating through his chest. You smile against the fabric of his sweater.

“You’re falling asleep on me,” he murmurs.

“Mmm.” You hum in acknowledgment, not bothering to move. “Not my fault you’re comfortable.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, his fingers still combing through your hair. “I told you reading would make you sleepy.”

“Then why did you agree to read to me?” You peek up at him.

Jo smirks, tilting the book slightly in his hand. “Because you said, and I quote, ‘I promise I won’t fall asleep this time.’”

“That doesn’t sound like me.” You groan, burying your face against his sweater. 

He chuckles again, the deep, breathy sound making your chest feel warm. “It sounds exactly like you.”

His arm tightens slightly around you, his warmth settling over you like a second blanket. You sigh again, your fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his sweater. 

“Keep playing with my hair,” you mumble.

Jo shakes his head but doesn’t stop. “So demanding.”

“You like it.”

There’s a pause. Then, a soft chuckle. “Yeah,” he admits quietly, his fingers threading through your hair even more slowly, his nails gently scratching against your scalp.

A small, pleased smile tugs at your lips. Your hand lazily reaches for the hem of his sweater, fingers curling into the fabric. He notices, his arm tightening around you slightly, a quiet reassurance that he isn’t going anywhere.

The steady patter of rain against the window fills the silence between you. It’s peaceful, the world outside is small and far away.

Jo shifts slightly, turning his head just enough to press a barely-there kiss to the top of your head. His lips linger for a second before he pulls back, as if he isn’t sure you felt it.

A deep sense of warmth spreads through you. The rain continues its steady rhythm against the window, the dim lighting casting a soft golden glow over everything.

A soft hum escapes you, eyes still closed. “Did you just-”

“Go to sleep,” he interrupts, his voice holding a hint of flustered embarrassment.

A quiet laugh bubbles in your chest, but you’re too tired to tease him properly. Instead, you snuggle further against him, letting his warmth, his heartbeat, and the movement of his fingers on your head pull you into sleep.

And just before you drift off completely, you hear his voice again, so soft it almost blends with the rain outside.

“Sleep well.”

And before you can tease him about it, you do.

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I THOUGHT YOU KNEW ──── wang nicholas

✩ ⋅ pairing. wang nicholas x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. angst ✩ ⋅ warnings. slight implications of drinking ✩ ⋅ wc. 834 ✩ ⋅ a/n. ignore the fact that i just removed phones and the internet in this story to make it more dramatic lol, also tsitp fans know the scene (and the title) this is my version of it !

Whatever is going on between you and Nicholas is confusing. He says the right things, shows you that he cares and treats you well. Ever since the two of you met the spark between you was undeniable.

He drove 7 hours to your house just to see your face and spent his whole summer with you. Kissed you like there was no one else he could love more than you. And then it all stopped. 

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, or maybe he had a change of heart. If only you knew the truth about what happened between the two of you, between last summer and now.

Nicholas has been standing there, ignoring you the whole evening. Summer hurts more than you would’ve thought, the memories of him replaying constantly in your mind. He’s smiling like he isn’t affected, drinking from that same red plastic cup everyone else is holding. 

Then, suddenly, he waves the group goodbye, and leaves through the back door. Your heart is beating in your throat. Should you go after him? Ask him what had happened between the two of you? 

The loud music and chatter around you seems to worsen that weird feeling that you’ve been trying to shake off the whole night. So, without thinking, you charge right ahead. Pushing through the crowd of people, your focus only on the back door. 

The garden leads to the beach, just like most of the gardens that are located just next to the beach. The moon is big and bright, its reflection in the water like a trail of glitter. Nicholas’ back is turned to you. His hands in his pockets as he stares out into the sea. 

“I knew you’d follow me.” He says without turning around. You freeze mid-step, something tightening in your chest. 

“How did you know?” You call out, afraid he won’t hear you. You continue to make your way towards him, every step making your heart beat just a little faster. 

“I know you.” He replies, this time turning around to watch you approach. “I know you wouldn’t let this go.”

“Let what go?” You scoff, stopping just a few feet in front of him. The way he looks at you, his eyes soft but with a certain determination, makes your heart sway just like it did last summer.

“I’m not leaving you. I never left.” His voice is drowned out by the waves hitting the shore. His words leave you angry and confused. You take a step forward, looking him straight in the eyes. 

“But you already did?” You laugh bitterly. “You left me the minute summer vacation came to an end. Don’t try to tell me that you ‘didn’t leave’ when that’s exactly what you’ve done.” 

“I sent you letters. Every week.” 

“What letters?” 

“Come on, y/n. You know what I’m talking about.” He pleads, the desperation in his voice evident. He steps toward you, his hands reaching out like he wants to close the distance. 

“I don’t.” You shake your head, your voice trembling. “Because if I did, I wouldn’t be standing here, wondering why you left.” 

“You’re telling me those 52 letters I sent you never reached you?” 

“Nicholas, if I had known I would’ve fought for us. I would’ve at least written back. I would’ve never let anything like this happen.” You cry out, your voice breaking more with every word you say. You stumble to him, your arms trembling as they convey something words can’t describe for you. 

“I thought you knew!” He shouts at you, “I thought you knew I sent you letters. I thought you were mad at me because I couldn’t be there for you.” 

“Nicho,” The nickname makes him flinch. “You really think I’d ignore your letters because we couldn’t be physically together?” 

Tears glisten in your eyes and you let go of your grip on the hem of your shirt. It’s too much, your feelings, the heat of the moment, seeing Nicholas again after he’s been gone for a year. It makes your head spin and hurt, your throat burn and the palms of your hands hurt and itch. 

“I could never leave you, y/n.” He begins, but the words that he wants to say after that get caught in his throat as he watches tears stream down your face. He had been trying so hard to refrain from crying, but as he sees you here he can’t help it. 

“Then why did it feel like you did? At the party just now.” You whisper and without thinking, you step forward.

He lets out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly to stop the tears welling in his eyes from falling.

“Because I was scared,” he admits softly. “I was scared you’d stop waiting. Scared you’d forget.”

“I never forgot.” You whisper, looking up at him beneath the moonlight. He looks like the Nicolas you once knew, the one you fell in love with.

“I’m here now,” he murmurs. “I swear, I’m here.”

&team: @ihruaz @tmrwsuns @lakoya @bechaerriezlvr @canheavenwait

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a/n: i’m projecting a little because of my horrid eyesight LMAO contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, GLASSES!TAESAN, implied that he has bad eyesight, penetration (p in v), nipple play mentioned

glasses!taesan pushing up his glasses every few minutes as he keeps a harsh pace thrusting into you. he balances himself on one arm, leaving the other to hold your face or pinch your nipples until he has to inevitably push the frames back onto the bridge of his nose again. he looks hot above you, his chain also swinging in rhythm, but the hassle he puts himself through makes you feel a bit sorry for him. he says it’s because he doesn’t want to miss a single expression you make as he fills you up, that he’s willing to go this far just so he can keep his sight on you. he’d even go as far as apologize for his terrible eyesight, wishing he could just get better eyesight, that contacts were too much of a hassle. but if you asked him to get them, he’d do it in a heartbeat. but you’re selfish too, because he just looks too good in every pair of glasses he owns and wears. so you let him be, appreciating his wishes to watch your pretty face under him.

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smoke session with nicho

warnings and content : afab fem reader, soft dom nicholas, switchy sub afab fem reader, weed consumption, use of “good girl” and “sir”, thigh riding, handjob, unprotected sex (don't do that lol), creampie, fingering, oral (reader receiving), and cum eating

word count: ~4k

✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

Ever since Nicholas found out that you smoked weed he’s been dropping hints about wanting to smoke with you every time you hang out. Today, after a long day of classes, and finally a weekend of nothing in particular planned you decide to finally bite and ask him over.

While going to grab your stash and pink rolling paper from your desk drawer you hear your phone ping and light up with a “here :p” text from Nicho. 

“Hey!” He greets with that cheeky little grin of his, leaning down to give you a quick hug before you step aside and let him into your apartment. 

It’s small, nothing too crazy since you’re living on your own, and a little dingy appliances wise but you were lucky enough to get cheap rent from a landlord who didn’t care if you stank up the hallway a few times a week with your solo “decompression time” so you didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. Nicho kicks off his shoes at the door before settling himself on your couch and and dropping the plastic shopping bag you just realized he’s holding on the coffee table in front of him. 

“What did ya bring?”

“Snacks! I thought it was fair since you’re hosting, and providing, and from the looks of it, rolling.” he says gesturing to the rollers box in your hand while taking out a variety of chips and drinks and instant ramen cups from the bag. 

“Damn, well aren’t you a good smoking buddy!” You smile, and sit next to him on the couch, gently pushing some of the bag contents out of your way to have space to get to work. 

“I’ve never rolled my own before.” he suddenly admits, coming to sit a bit closer to you and watch while you put the weed pellets in the grinder.

“It’s not that hard for real, just takes some practice to get it right. I only started rolling my own like…. I dunno a little over a year ago now? Had to. I live alone now, obviously, so I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” you shrug, spilling the crushed weed into a prepped pink paper, quickly and carefully and rolling it like the expert you are. Nicholas whistles in awe. 

“You’re good! Your paper’s cute too.” He says nodding in approval. You thank him and get to work rolling a second joint for yourself while he settles back on the couch and flicks the lighter on. “You wanna watch something?” 

“Sure, I’m in the middle of rewatching New Girl if that’s fine?” 

“I haven’t seen it but that’s cool, you quote it a lot so I know it’s funny.” He says shooting you a smile which you return and sit back next to him, shoulder to shoulder. 

You turn your head to him so he can light your joint with the lighter he’s already got held up and lit for you and for a second your eyes meet from across the flame before you take a drag and turn your head forward to blow it out. 

You and Nicho…. are friends you guess. Always ending up at the same functions and hanging out together cause you really do get along well. He’s funny, and easy going, and always asking cutely inquisitive questions about you. You’ve grown fond of him, though you have never hung out one on one, despite wanting to more and more as of late. 

However, part of why you have been semi ignoring his hints to smoke together is for two very important reasons. One: You have been developing a bit of a massive crush on him for a few weeks now. You’re not sure what changed really. You’ve always found him attractive and he’s always been pretty comfortable to be around, but you noticed a shift in his gaze at you last time him, Fuma, Ej and you went out into town together. Maybe it was just the drinks or the lighting but you could’ve sworn he looked at you like he was going to try to kiss you that night. Doesn’t help that he decided to choose that day to break the touch barrier with you and has been more comfortable initiating it. Even now, sitting next to you, he’s absent mindedly drumming his fingers on your knee. Course he hasn’t looked at you like that since, but you wonder if he will again today. Since he’ll be intoxicated again. And you wonder if he’ll actually act on it this time now that you’re alone. Not just wonder. Hope. Which brings you to reason number two. Something about weed makes you extra horny. You genuinely have no idea what it is but every single time you’ve smoked with someone that you were attracted to you ended up hooking up. It lowers your defenses that you have so carefully put up so as not to bother or make anyone uncomfortable, while also completely taking away your filter. Both mental and verbal. That would normally stop you from saying or doing anything suggestive in mixed company. 

Yet… you’ve been single for at least six months now, you have this place all to yourself, and your annoyingly attractive and maybe flirtatious friend practically begged you to smoke with him. Who were you to say no when all the variables were quite nicely in place?

You knew your high was starting to hit when you found yourself giggling at jokes you’ve long since stopped laughing at in your rewatches since you knew they were coming, how the light of the Tv screen seemed shaper and more hard to ignore than before, and how you were oh so very aware of Nicho’s hand on your knee which has now switched from drumming to drawing small unrecognizable shapes on your knee and lower thigh. You feel yourself start to take shallower breaths as a feeling starts to grow in your stomach and you feel your face start to heat up a little. 

“You okay?” You hear Nicho’s voice ask, and you slowly turn to meet his piercing gaze from next to you. The Look is back. Here we go…

“Mmm? No yeah I’m… I’m fine why?” 

“You’re breathing weird and you got all tense suddenly, thought you were about to panic or something.” he continues, sounding genuinely concerned but you have a hard time focusing on that with the way you notice his eyes land on your lips for a beat before dropping all the way to your thigh as he taps it. “Your leg flexed up.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah… You sure you’re fine?” He asks again, tilting his head a little and making the effect of his gaze all the more enticing. 

“I’m sure. You just- I mean I don’t know. Weed makes me. Feel weird. Sometimes. It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

“I just what?”

“What?”

“I just what? You started to say something and then bullshit your way out of it. I just what?” 

“You… I don’t know you make me nervous I guess. And your hand feels nice on my knee- or whatever.” Your mutter quickly, refusing to meet his eyes, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he replies.

“Oh?”

“I guess.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous, by the way.”

“What?” You turn to him this time, blinking in surprise. You didn’t expect him to flirt so readily, especially when your own flirting was so awkward and indirect but he just smiles at you.

“I saaaaid”, he leans towards you a bit, deliberately staring at your lips now, as his hand slides up your thigh a bit more, making your breath catch in anticipation. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” he repeats breaking his gaze with your lips to lean back and take a hit from his joint. You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Not you teasing me…”

“Am I?” he asks, blowing the smoke out to the side. 

“Leaning in like that like you’re gonna kiss me and then… not.” You take a hit of your own joint now, a little annoyed with how easily you’re giving away your feelings to him after having held back from being so direct for weeks. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” You breathe out, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Won’t happen again, promise.” he responds, smiling that annoyingly charming smile again and leaning towards you once more. 

Your heart races as he finally closes the gap between you, and the kiss is so soft and disarming you almost completely loose your senses and drop the still lit joint you hold between your fingers. He pulls back and leans away from you to put out the light on his and set it on the coffee table before swiftly pulling you onto his lap. You blink down at him, reaction time slowed by the weed filling your brain and tilt your head in question. 

“Always thought you’d look pretty looking down at me. Wanted to test the theory out.” He says, cupping your face with his hand and brushing his thumb across your bottom lip while he does. Your breath catches in your throat and you let out a small “oh.” in response. To which he giggles. His giggles are adorable to be frank. Just as soft and disarming as the kiss. He then takes the joint from between your fingers and relights it, holding it to his lips and not breaking eye contact with you as he takes a long drag. 

He then beckons to you with a finger and you lean forward a little with your mouth open a bit, catching his drift already. He puckers his lips to blow smoke at you which you inhale greedily with your eyes fluttering shut. His lips meet yours before you’re able to breathe out again, making your head woozy with lust, weed, and lack of oxygen but it feels so… so good. So much so that when he breaks the kiss to start kissing you along your jaw and down your neck while running his hand along your thigh you let out a small moan. 

“Feel good, baby?” 

Baby the sudden nickname would’ve been enough to make you moan again on its own, but then he started to bite and lick at the skin on your collar bones that are exposed due to your tank top. 

“Fuck, Nicho…” you half moan half sigh out in response as his hand moves up under your shirt to cups and squeezes your breast while you run one hand through his hair and grip one of his biceps with the other to feel how they flex under your touch while he touches you over your bra. 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he mutters, and you can feel his proud little smirk against your chest. 

He finally moves back just enough to slip your tank top up over your head and you take the opportunity to help him out of his black t-shirt so you can finally see, and more importantly feel, his muscled chest. You two had been friends long enough to have been in a few situations like pool parties and such in which you had seen him without a shirt on. You’d be lying if you said the thought of how his pretty toned abs would feel under your fingers didn’t cross your mind when you saw them flexed and shimmering with water under the soft glow of moon and porch light at your friend’s house. You never thought you’d have the chance but here you are now, perched on his lap as he takes hits from your joint and looks at you hungrily while you run your hands up and down his chest, and feel him getting hard already underneath you.

“You’re so pretty.” You softly admit, meeting his eyes, “Been noticing it for a while but… god you’re so pretty.” You repeat running your hands back up to clasp behind his neck. You smile to yourself noticing his ears turn pink and his gaze get a little less confident, clearly embarrassed by your sudden compliment but from the way you feel his dick twitch in his pants under you, you know he enjoyed every second of it. 

“Could say the same to you.”

“Then do it.” you giggle down at him, semi absent mindedly starting to grind down into him a little.

“You’re really pretty.” he says his voice a little shakier than before as your movements become a bit more pronounced. Still, his gaze darkens a bit as he takes another drag and blows it out slow to the side this time before facing you again. “Open your mouth, pretty.” He softly demands, and instinctively you do. He then brings the joint to your lips and you close your lips around it, just like before. “Breathe.” and you do, still subtly grinding into him while his free hand snakes around your back and deftly unclips your bra. “Blow for me, baby.” he instructs after moving the joint from your lips and leaning forward to catch the smoke while you blow, closing the gap before you can breathe in again to kiss you for a moment and then breaking it again. “You follow orders well.” he hums kissing down your chest again. 

“I like to do what I’m told.” you shamelessly admit and he chuckles before closing his lips around your nipple while his hand plays with the other. 

“Keep being a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth your time.” he says while moving to your other breast, you can’t help but moan in response, the weed making your ability to stay quiet fly out the window. “Do you want that?”

“Mmhmm.” you nod, closing your eyes and grinding shamelessly against him. You’re certain there’s a wet patch growing on his thigh now, from your wetness leaking from your needy cunt, through your underwear and thin little shorts, and onto his dark gray sweatpants. 

“Use your words, baby.” he instructs. Pulling away from you to finish off the joint and absentmindedly toss the roach to the coffee table while looking at you with those pretty piercing eyes of his. He leans back, hands stilling your hips while he waits for you to speak, blowing out the smoke stored in his mouth and you quickly lean forward to catch it in yours before it dissipates. 

“Please, Nicho… quit teasing and fuck me already.” You feign annoyance and reply. 

“Well since you asked so nicely.” he jokes meeting your lips again, but with a more hungry and deeper kiss. His tongue tangling with yours and roaming your mouth while you both pant and moan a bit into each other. You both taste of nothing but weed and desire but you swear you are on cloud 9 from his kiss alone. He, tragically, breaks it again. “Off.” he orders, slightly tugging your shorts and underwear down by the waist band. You stand quickly to pull them all the way off and leave them at your feet as he remains seated and does the same with his boxers and sweatpants, his dick springing to attention and already taught and leaking. Your thighs clench on instinct at the sight of it, feeling yourself somehow get even wetter. It’s perfect, not too big but not disappointingly small either, and the kind of thickness you know is gonna feel incredible stretching you out. “Sit. Bring the other joint with you.” he orders again. 

“Yes sir.” You half joke but when you catch his eye after settling back on his thigh, you notice his expression change. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you, pretty boy?” 

“Maybe. Do it again.” 

“Why should I? Haven’t been given an order.”

“Oh so you’re a brat now?” he asks, his eyebrows are knit in annoyance but his voice is tinged in amusement and his lips almost twitch into a smile. 

“Maybe…” you giggle moving forward to kiss him but he stops you with a finger to your lips. 

“Gimmie the joint. While we smoke, I need you to jerk me off while you ride my thigh. You don’t get to feel how good im gonna fuck you until you’ve made yourself cum, understood?”

“…Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” he smirks, before putting the joint between his pretty lips and taking a drag while you start to get to work. 

You let a thread of spit fall from your mouth onto his dick to help your hand move up and down it, gathering his precum from the tip and pinching it on the way down making him shudder out a breath while he exhales smoke and holds the joint to your lips. You continue like this, just as before but far more stimulating for the both of you. Him passing the joint between the two of you and instructing you on when to open, breathe, and blow. You getting higher and more turned on by the second while his free hand roams your body. Sometimes guiding your hips against his thigh, which he intermittently flexes and releases to make you whimper and moan for him, or grabbing and kneading at your breasts or ass. It was intoxicating, the feeling of it all coupled with his soft but demanding voice telling you what to do, and you were already so wet and turned on that it didn’t take long for you to find yourself gasping and moaning as you came softly all over his thigh. 

“Such a good girl for me.” Nicho coos from below you as you come to a stop, your hand stilling on his cock which, shockingly has yet to come undone. Nicho lifts you off his lap and repositions you so you’re laying back on the couch while you catch your breath. He brings one leg up to a bend against your chest while he leans down to kiss you, letting his cock rub lazily against your folds and making you shiver as your pussy begins to clench around nothing, hungry for what’s to come. “You ready?” 

“Yes, sir.” you breathe out in response and he immediately snakes a hand between the two of you to guide himself inside your needy cunt. You both gasp as he easily slides all the way into you, filling you up completely, before he slowly begins to move. 

Nicholas is a vision above you. Jaw dropped, eyes shut tight, and brows furrowed as he rolls his hips into you at a steady rhythm, not bothering to hold back his whines and moans unlike most guys you’d been with before. His hair sticks to his forehead a bit from the sweat glistening on it and you look down to see how his abs tense and relax as he thrusts into you. You start to move to match his pace, grinding down to meet him while you shamelessly stare up at him in awe and join his chorus of moans. 

“Fuck you feel so good, pretty. So so good. Fuck.” he manages to say between moans, before kissing you again and quickly moving to bite and suck on your nipples, making your moans louder and back start to arch a little. “You sound so pretty for me too, baby. Keep moaning like that and I’m gonna cum.” he warns, fucking into you deeper and faster while his tongue bites and swirls around your nipples interchangeably, which prompts your back to arch more and your lewd chorus of moans and skin slapping against skin grows louder. 

“F-fuck Nicho you feel so good. You fill me up so good pretty boy.” you moan, raking your nails across his back while he continues to devour your neck and chest in a way you’re certain will leave lots of bruises and he moans against your chest. “Nicho I’m close again, please. I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Fuck, baby me too.” he says snaking a hand between you to rub your clit in tight fast circles making you scream out in pleasure as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. “Where do you want me to cum pretty?” he grunts, clearly fighting his hardest to not cum too soon. 

“Inside. Fucking fill me up, pleas god. I want you to-“ he cuts you off with a hungry kiss and a groan, still working your clit, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You clench around his cock, moaning into his mouth more than kissing it, and soon after he does the same. Releasing and painting your insides with his cum. But he doesn’t stop fucking into you, and you’re barely able to ride out the high of your first orgasm as you feel the next one starting to build up again, his dick still hard inside you. 

“Wait I wanna taste you. Is that okay?” He asks, slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace while he waits for you to respond. 

“God yes. Please yes.” you gasp out. He kisses you one last time before removing his cock from your pussy, both of your cum spilling out of you leaving you feeling empty but not for long. He quickly lowers himself down between your thighs and glances up at you as he licks up from your dripping cunt to your clit and swallows the mix of your juices while making eye contact with you and smiling, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Fuuuuuck Nicho ohmygod!” 

Nicholas’s lips close around your sensitive clit, sucking on it for a bit before his tongue ventures to thrust slowly in and out of your cunt. He moves his head back and forth and up and down, rubbing his nose against your clit while his tongue fucks into you. You feel yourself getting close again already as he starts to groan and move faster, lips attaching to your clit again when he fucks two fingers into you and you instinctively grab hold of his hair to stable yourself. The weed and pleasure mixing to make you feel like if you don’t hold on to him you’d float away for sure. One of Nicho’s hands slides up your stomach to your breast while he continues eating you out ferociously, barely pausing to take breaths and whisper praises to you while you moan out his name. It’s not until your legs shake and clench around him do you realize you’re cumming again, the pleasure having been so overwhelming you lost yourself in it a bit until you’re dragged back down to earth when it all stops and he removes himself from between your legs to kiss you again. You can taste yourself and him on his lips and tongue and you’re so hazy and content that you find yourself moaning into his mouth again before he breaks the kiss to lay his head on your chest and look you in the eye. 

“That was… really good. Been waiting to do that for a while…” He admits grinning shyly, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness and spit. 

“Oh yeah?” You half ask half tease, running your hands softly through his hair making his eyes flutter closed as he hums in affirmation. “…Honestly me too.” you finally admit. 

“Oh, I know.” He giggles, looking up at you again and making your face flash hot and you look away shyly as if you hadn’t been moaning his name moments before. 

“That obvious, huh?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I thought it was cute how you tried to hide how flustered you got whenever we touched. Made me wanna do it more.” he admits, standing up. “You wanna go shower, change into something else, and eat something? You must be starving.” He suggests pulling you up off the couch and into his arms, lazily resting his hands on your hips and leaning down to kiss you softly a few times before you could answer.

“Sure… you wanna join me?”

“Oh absolutely.” he grins, kissing you again before you lead him off to your bathroom with a giggle. 

✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

[binneulton]

how the &team members kiss

(⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

(not in any real order just as i think of it WILL BE ADDING AS I GO!) (o9 ish...) (just jo, k, nicho, and maki rn though)

warnings and content:

includes maki so if you don't want that either scroll or skip his part (he's last) x x, suggestive content in all but maki's, gender and race non specific for reader, making out obvi, verrrry uneven word count distribution my apologies...

jo:

slow, soft, sensual and sweet. when he first kisses you it’s so tentative. he doesn’t hold your face really but presses his fingers to your chin to guide you up to his lips and leaves them there. as he gets more comfortable he is still slow and soft but with more intention. then he holds your face, caresses your cheek, lets out soft gasps as he senses you getting antsy for more. i’m pretty sure he could get off from making out alone come to think of it. he likes how intimate it is and the suspense of it all and wants to take his time to show you how much he cares and also how good you make him feel. just so so sweet the entire time.

k:

starts off slow and firm and then damn near devours you. quick to use his tongue and moves his hands between your hair, your face, and your neck. 100% takes charge from the jump. his gaze shifts before he even touches you and u just know what he's about to do. but at the same time I also believe he's big on random kisses on your cheek or forehead or whatever in passing. hand kisser. with eye contact. and a smirk cause he's gotten to you and he knows it and he finds your reaction amusing and endearing. he kisses up your arm from your inner wrist making eye contact almost the whole way muttering sweet nothings and praise into your skin up your neck nipping your ear and across your jaw before finally kissing you fr. 

nicho:

holds your face with both hands. kisses you like it's going to save his life like it's his last act in the living world and he wants nothing more than to show you how much he loved you all along. his is kinda a devouring kiss too but in a softer passion than k’s. before he kisses you tho when he's holding your face he squishes it a little and lets go cause he knows that pisses you off but he thinks you're hot when you're mad because he's a freak and he smirks at you while you remind him for the thousanth time that you really fucking hate that and oh my god you're so annoying why the fuck are you smi- and then he kisses you again partially to shut u up partially because that was his goal the entire time and you would be more annoyed by that but unfortunately. he's a damn good kisser. aaaand he bites your bottom lip as he pulls away. still smiling. with a fake ass apology falling out of his mouth after and you know it's fake and he knows it's fake and you get annoyed again and he doesn't really give a shit cause he knows ur not actually fr fr mad at him and hmm maybe he kisses your neck as you continue your little rant and nips at ur neck and laughs against your skin when your breath hitches and your voice dies in your throat and he says smthn teasing about how you can keep going hes not sure he's learned his lesson yet and- whatever. oh he licks his lips before he kisses you for the first time while you're ranting and he’s staring at your lips and listening to like none of the words coming out of them staring like a man starved. hence the devouring disarming weak in the knees kiss. 

maki:

also holds your face in both hands but is sweet about it. kisses your forehead and nose before really kissing you. probably also rubs your noses together to make you giggle and then mumbles about how cute you are. hes so doting. his voice softens and gets a little higher pitched than normal when he talks to u right before he kisses you. as smitten as if it was the first kiss even if it's the thousandth. two kinda quick soft pecks before using his tongue idk I have a vision of that. holds your face for leverage but also wouldn't mind if you took charge while you kissed he's just happy to be there. probably giggles into your mouth a bunch just cause he's giddy and smitten and the butterflies are butterfling and his s.o. is just so adorable and wonderful and perfect in his eyes and- sighs.

[binneulton]

ᯓ★୭˚. ᵎᵎ bnd nsfw links

bnd ot5 x reader [smut, fem!reader]

a/n: i tried my ABSOLUTE HARDEST !! to include ones that havent been linked by other blogs on here cause those fill up my bookmarks on twitter😭 i think i’ve done it but i’m sorry if not ㅠㅠ

warnings: NSFW LINKS!!!! MDNI!!!! also i wanna say that i HATE that on taesan’s sub link he’s speaking english but i had to link it cause it was just sooooo taesan

sungho🎀

dom - there’s nothing more that sungho loves more than getting to fuck his frustrations out on his girl after practise. after a particularly hard day, he comes home to find you on the bed, already ready to sleep, he quickly rids himself of his clothes, flipping you over and using all his strength to not only fuck into you, but to practically use you as a rag doll, pulling your body back onto his cock as well

sub - when you first started dating, sungho didn’t easily submit to you, a bit embarrassed if he was honest. but after months of loose submission, he eased up to the idea. though when you surprised your strong boyfriend with ropes to tie him up, and a gag to tie against his mouth, he was a bit apprehensive. it was only once you had him begging to cum through the material in his mouth, crying out of neediness that he came round to doing this more often.

riwoo🦦🍡

dom - after a long day, riwoo sat back on the sofa, stark naked. you smiled as you saw your boyfriend, patting his lap cockily, letting himself sit back as you did all the work. you humped against his cock desperately, his arms spread against the back of the sofa as he watched you rutting and whining with a soft smile on his face.

sub - you smiled sweetly at your boyfriend as he sat against the desk chair, rutting at your hand as it pumped his cock repetitively. “riwoo, sit still or i’ll have to put the restraints on you,” you chastised. though the boy didn’t listen, still thrusting desperately though now his hands were tied down. once he’d been suitably edged until he was whimpering, tears gathering in his eyes, you let him cum. and cum, and cum, and cum, the white liquid covered your hand.

jaehyun🪻🐕

dom - even as he over-powered you, hands gripping on your waist harshly, thrusting into you as you squirmed, jaehyun couldn’t help the sounds coming from his mouth, whining and whimpering like a dog in heat. your tight hole was just so wet and warm, he couldn’t stop himself.

sub - no matter how much you punished him, jaehyun just couldn’t help it, when your hand pumped him like that he just couldn’t help but squirm and jerk all over the bed. you weren’t strong enough to hold him down, so you had to live with it, but you didn’t mind, especially when those beautiful whimpers were pouring from his mouth.

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

dom - this is one of taesan’s favourite positions, holding down your head so your face is smashed against the bed, barely able to breath through your moans as he snaps his hips into yours as fast as he possibly can. the view of your ass jiggling, which he continues to smack repetitively, turns him on believe, and he’s cumming quicker than he’d care to admit

sub - overstimulating taesan is one of your favourite past times, the boy tugging against the restraints as he swears and grunts. how he wishes he could grab you and flip you over, teach you a lesson, but he has no choice but to submit to you. overstimulation is one of the only times it’ll bring out the true sub in him, whining and whimpering for you as you continue to suck his soul out his dick.

leehan🪸🐠

dom - your boyfriend can never resist you, especially when you dress in a new set just for him. when leehan comes home and sees the new lingerie adorning your body, he shoves you against the nearest wall, ridding himself of his pants and spreading your legs as he snaps his cock into you as hard as he can. he records like that too, in this position, massaging your tits, admiring from every angle.

sub - #goonerbf fr ever since you moved the fish tank into your bedroom, leehan spends most of his time sat on the bed, staring into the water. even as you were sat, naked, behind him, calling out to him in your most seductive voice, he didn’t turn around. you decided to take matters into your own hands, pulling him down onto the bed and sitting on his face. your boyfriend doesn’t mind, he has a high sex drive and he’s always eager to please, especially with your hot, wet cunt in his face.

[binneulton]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd as dads pt.2 -> the first baby

bnd ot5 x reader [fluff, fem!mum!reader, dad!bnd]

a/n: brainrot..

..also on another note ik i’ve started writing smut for woonhak so i could write dad!au for him too i just dont have any headcanons for kids for him😭😭 if anyone has any ideas feel free to send them to my inbox !!!

sungho🎀 [namgi = 9 months]

“namgi-ah!” sungho gasped, his hands making grabbing motions as he sped towards the baby.

namgi was sat up in his crib, looking through the bars as he giggled. the time on the clock read 5:50, but sungho couldn’t find himself to care at this moment, not when his baby was this cute. it was clear the novelty of being a parent had not worn off yet.

“did you sleep well, baby?” sungho cooed, lifting his son into his arms and beginning to bounce back and forth, “hmm? well mummy’s still asleep, because i don’t know if you remember but she woke up to feed you twice last night! so we’ll let her sleep in.”

sungho narrated his thoughts to the baby in his arms as he left namgi’s room and walked into the kitchen. he placed his son in the walker on the floor before opening the fridge and looking inside.

“but, i was thinking we’ll make breakfast for when she wakes up, how does that sound, namgi-ah?”

“mama.”

“yeah that’s right! mama!” sungho chuckled, keeping one eye on his son as he began to make coffee for himself before starting on breakfast for the whole family.

he was stirring the eggs in the pan, turning back almost every minute to check his baby was still okay. but he could hear giggles and gurgles, and the occasional shaking of toys that reassured his mind.

once he’d finished the eggs, sungho took namgi out of his walker and placed him in the high chair at the kitchen table. sitting by his son, he began to cut up some fruit, handing mouthfuls to the baby every now and then.

“i think we’ll go to the park today, namie,” sungho spoke aloud, “i know we go to the park a lot but you like it, right? ooh we could take a picnic, make it a bit more exciting! we can ask mummy if she’d like to come when she wakes up, cause you’re a lot to handle, you know, and she might want a day to herself. not that we don’t love you, namgi, cause we love you the most ever in the world, okay? but—”

“who do you love most ever in the world?” you spoke, walking into the kitchen and kissing your son’s head, “me?”

“mama!” namgi cheered, making you giggle.

“well of course,” sungho smiled, a smitten expression on his face as he looked at you. “and mini us.”

“mini us!” you exclaimed, leaning over your baby boy and kissing his face, tickling his sides, namgi’s screaming laughter filling the kitchen.

sungho smiled, “come sit down, i made breakfast.”

“what?!” you gasped, “what is it, my birthday?”

sungho laughed, humming, “and, me and namgi were thinking about going to the park, want to join? or do you want to spend a lovely, long day by yourself which may or may not include a shower by yourself.”

you giggled, “actually we’re getting over the gross post-partum phase now! i’d love to come to the park with my boys.”

sungho giggled as he plated up breakfast, “family day out!”

riwoo🦦🍡 [yuri = 2 months]

“oh why, why, why?” riwoo cooed, his body almost unconsciously rocking back and forth as he patted yuri’s back, the tiny baby screaming ceaselessly.

“please yuri,” you whined, fake crying against your baby’s tiny back, your husband’s hand extending to yours.

“love, you should go to bed,” riwoo smiled sorrowfully as you sighed, looking to his face.

“no, no,” you shook your head, “we’re in this together, sanghyuk-ah.”

he nodded, sighing. riwoo smiled, wrapping a free arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your head.

“pass her over, i’ll try and get her to latch on again,” you said, grimacing at the loud cries as you stroked your baby’s head.

“you get comfortable then,” riwoo said, kissing your head agin, letting you leave to your shared bedroom and get comfortable in the bed.

you laid the pillow in your lap, riwoo coming in and laying yuri in your arms; both of you pouting at the baby’s continuous screams.

“please baby,” riwoo pleaded quietly as he helped hold her mouth open, both of you trying to get her to latch on, despite the cries. “we need you to help us too.”

finally, the cries ceased as her tiny lips wrapped around your nipple. you looked up to your husband with an almost tearful happy look, riwoo’s face shocked, mirroring yours.

“oh my god,” you whispered.

“finally!” he laughed, stroking your hair, “i’ll go and get you some snacks and a drink, okay? any requests?”

you smiled at his caring behaviour, shaking your head, “no thanks, anything’s fine.”

“okay,” riwoo spoke, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. he looked down at yuri, “anything for you ma’am? looks like you’re sorted for a drink. want some cookies to go with that?”

you laughed at your husband’s terrible jokes, as he smiled happily at the sound of your laughter. “you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you smiled, “just happy she’s stopped crying.”

“well, just hang tight for a minute. then we can watch a series and eat snacks till she’s done,” he smiled, excited eyes blinking at you.

“you should sleep, sanghyuk,” you chuckled, watching as he started to walk to the kitchen.

he stopped dramatically, holding up one finger, “never. we’re in this together, right?”

you giggled, nodding, “right.”

jaehyun🪻🐕 [jangmi = 7 months]

“where are my girls?!”

screaming laughter filled the apartment at just the sound of jaehyun’s voice. you smiled, picking up your baby girl off the floor and carrying her over to her dad, who had just arrived home, swooping her through the air with sound effects and all.

jaehyun laughed upon seeing her, taking off his shoes and approaching the two of you, hands outstretched and a huge smile on his face as he took his baby, cuddling her close.

“jangmi-ah!” he exclaimed, “i missed you so much, baby!”

you smiled, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. jaehyun’s attention turned to you and he smiled.

“and my other girl, come here!” he exclaimed, pulling you in with his other arm. “how were you today?”

“good!” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “we’ve been trying to talk, and walk…” you tickled your baby’s tummy as she scream laughed, flopping into jaehyun’s arms. “she’s close to saying mama i’m sure.”

“hmm, or dada,” he said, adjusting jangmi in his arms and walking into the apartment.

“i’m not sure,” you teased, following the pair. jaehyun sat on the sofa, continuing to play with jangmi, holding her in front of his face, pulling faces and tickling her as she screamed with giggles.

you smiled at the sight, walking to the kitchen to start on dinner, “how was your day?”

“it was good,” jaehyun smiled, looking to you. he got up, bringing the baby over to the kitchen as he hovered, overseeing what you were doing. “some dancing, some composing. you know, the usual.”

he continued to bounce jangmi as he spoke, jiggling her in his arms on certain words so she giggled.

“yeah?” you hummed

“yeah,” jaehyun giggled, hugging his daughter tight, “oh, i missed you two though!”

“i know,” you snickered, “i got a message from a very annoyed taesan asking you to stop talking about your baby.”

jaehyun rolled his eyes, “whatever. like he doesn’t love babies.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛ [baekho = 1 day]

“morning,” taesan smiled, as your eyes blinked open.

the bright, sterile lights of the hospital weren’t a great view to start the day; but the sight of your husband’s face as he stood, holding your new baby in his arms brought a smile to your face.

“morning,” you said, groaning as you stretched, sitting up in bed.

“how are you feeling?” taesan asked, sitting on the side of the hospital bed.

“i’m okay,” you nodded, “little sore.”

“of course,” he chuckled, looking back down to little baekho, laying in his arms.

“can i hold our baby?” you asked in a small voice, making taesan laugh.

“never,” he spoke, already handing the tiny baby over to you.

you giggled, looking at the tiny, reddened face, screwed up with sleep, “look at him. i can’t believe he’s ours.”

taesan shook his head, “i know. you’re a mum.”

“you’re a dad,” you spoke, looking up at your husband’s face.

he couldn’t hide his smile, not taking his eyes off of baekho.

“my family are gonna come to the hospital today to meet him,” he said, stroking the baby’s face with a gentle finger, “but just meet him and leave, it’s okay, they won’t stay for long.”

“it’s okay, i don’t mind,” you smiled, leaning against taesan’s body, “i’m happy he has family who love him.”

“of course,” taesan whispered, “he always will.”

you giggled, nodding. even at just a few hours old, you could recognise the shape of his nose, and taesan’s full lips.

“i’m a dad…” taesan whispered, “i can’t believe it.”

“you’re gonna be the best,” you murmured, smiling as you looked at your husband’s teary eyes. you leaned forward, kissing his cheek.

he silently wiped a tear, resting his head atop yours and sighing down at his son.

“baekho-ya,” he spoke, chuckling as he poked his cheek, “han baekho. ah, my baby.”

leehan🪸🐠 [sua = 4 months]

“i don’t name them, sua, but if you wanted to you could,” leehan spoke, patting his daughter’s back softly as he rocked gently side to side.

he was stood beside the fish tank you had installed in the living room of your home, the baby resting against his chest, her head turned to one side as she stared at the lights and colours of the fish tank in fascination.

“this one’s a tetra,” leehan spoke, “rummy nose tetra.”

he leaned down and kissed her head, trying to peak a look at her face; but the way she was positioned made it hard.

“y/n?” he called, keeping his voice soft, “is she asleep?”

you walked round to your husband’s side, resting a hand on his back as you looked to your baby’s bug eyes, staring up at you.

you giggled, “nope.”

leehan sighed, readjusting her position, “are you not sleepy, sua? you need to sleep!”

“maybe we should cut her naps,” you offered, beginning to clean up the toys across the living room.

“maybe,” your husband hummed, continuing to pat her back and explain the colourful fish. he started humming a song, beginning to walk round the house, patting her back.

“her eyes are shut now,” you whispered, following your family to the nursery.

leehan chuckled, exasperated as he shut his eyes and fake cried, “please, sua. i’m begging you.”

you giggled, continuing to watch her tiny body. the harsh grip she had on her dad’s t-shirt loosened as you nodded up at your husband.

“i think that’s it,” you whispered. leehan smiling at you, leaning down to kiss sua’s head. “now just got to get her in the crib.”

he squeezed his eyes shut, chuckling.

“sorry, i know this is hard, and you’ve been at practise all day,” you smiled sorrowfully, leehan quickly shaking his head.

“no, no,” he said, assuredly, “i love it. i love spending time with her, no matter what it is. even changing her!”

you giggled, wincing slightly as you watched your husband lower the baby into her crib.

“i tell the boys about her non stop.”

you smiled, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he chuckled, keeping a firm hand on sua’s stomach to soothe her. “they can’t wait to see her again. ooh i should take her to practise tomorrow.”

“hmm, i don’t know what she’ll do for the day,” you laughed slightly, both of you creeping out the room as her whimpers subsided and she fell back asleep. “i could come over at some point though, bring her, say hello to the boys. i haven’t seen them since she was born either.”

leehan closed the door gently, wincing as he did. he sighed when it closed with no disturbance. he smiled, kissing your head as the two of you collapsed onto the sofa. “sounds amazing, babe.”

[binneulton]

han taesan x reader [fluff, fem!reader]

a/n: this is totally inspired by @rikivsco’s taesan bf headcanons!!! the point of reader w/ his family just plagued me and i HAD to write this

12:44 - “hey dad,” taesan said, placing the call on speaker and chucking his phone on the bed in front of him.

“dongmin-ah! how are you doing? what are you up to now?”

“i’m good. i don’t have any practise until this evening so i’m just chilling with my girlfriend right now,” taesan answered, picking at his nails as he spoke.

“oh, y/n?”

taesan scoffed, breathing out a laugh, “no, my other girlfriend. yes of course it’s y/n, dad.”

“hi, mr.han!” you smiled, trying to make a good first impression through your voice alone.

“oh, hello! you must be y/n, i’ve heard so much about you!”

“oh really?” you giggled, “well i have to know what’s being said about me behind my back.”

taesan’s dad chuckled, “just the most smitten i’ve ever seen my son. he phoned me minutes after your first date, smiling the whole time, he was gushing and—”

“alright, alright, that’s enough,” your boyfriend spoke, embarrassed.

you laughed, crashing into taesan’s side as he opened an arm to cuddle you close, both of you staring down at the phone. “no! no! go on, please mr. han.”

“please, call me dad,” he spoke, taesan biting back a smile at the moment. “i hear you like rock music, y/n?”

“oh yeah, i love it! that’s kind of how me and dongmin got talking to be honest,” you said, ending up on a long tangent of talking about how you first met, and your favourite bands.

“oh, well you know i love the beatles. so much it rubbed off on our dongmin-ie, too! but have you ever heard of sanullim? if you like soft rock, you’ll love them.”

“oh no! but i’ll check them out, definitely!”

the two of you spoke for almost 40 minutes, without realising the time gone by, before you got a message from your friend.

13:25 - ‘you on your way?🥹’

glancing at your phone, you gasped, “oh f–god!”

“what?” taesan asked, leaning over to his phone and glancing at the time, “oh f– jeez. you need to go.”

“okay, um, i’ll message you later, dongmin-ie, okay? it was so nice to speak to you, dad! i’m so looking forward to meeting you!” you exclaimed, quickly gathering up your stuff as taesan smiled softly.

“yes, you have to come down to gwangju soon! soon! okay? our daughter-in-law,” taesan’s dad cooed as you chuckled politely, trying to hide your delight at his words.

taesan went into space at his dad’s words, imagination running wild, before being snapped out his daze by your lips.

“gotta run,” you smiled, “bye, minnie.”

“bye, love,” he smiled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before watching you leave, “sorry, dad, she has class. starts in half an hour and it takes her the same amount of time to get there.”

taesan’s dad waved it off, before the two men fell silent in thought.

“she calls you dongmin,” he spoke, taesan laughing slightly at his dad’s words.

“yeah, she always does,” he shook his head, dismissively, “has done since our first date. to be fair, i introduced myself as dongmin.”

“yeah but, even now,” his dad said, wistfully, “even the boys call you taesan. but i can tell she… she knows you.”

“so…” taesan trailed off, heart beating nervously as his mouth ran dry, why was he so nervous? “do you… do you like her?”

his dad laughed, “i’m not joking with what i say to her, dongmin. you two need to come down to gwangju as soon as you can!”

“we will,” taesan smiled, “do you think mum will like her? and seunghoon, and the baby?”

“i think she’s perfect, dongmin-ah,” his dad said, reassuring his son’s nervous heart, “i think she’ll fit right into the family.”

taesan nodded before remembering his dad couldn’t see him, “i’m so glad you think so, dad. cause– cause i think that this is… you know.”

“i know,” his dad smiled, glad to know his son was happy, and even happier to know he was thinking so seriously about your relationship, “i can sense it.”

[binneulton]

little idea but what if woonhak and reader have a lot in common and yk theyve been together for a while and suddenly they both finally are comfortable with each others bareface yk like no makeup and he realizes that reader has EXTREMELY thin eyebrows like him?? and then hes even clingier than usual and just keeps on telling reader how beautiful they are and its so cute and lovely THANK YEEEWW😛😛😛

browmates. k. woonhak

pairing: idol!woonhak x gn!reader

genre: oneshot, fluff, crack

wordcount: 795

notes — yall are tewww silly😭 i was cheesing the whole time writing this🥹🤭💗 not proofread!

you and woonhak had been dating for eight months now.

which technically meant like 8 years, but who was really counting?

you've cried in front if eachother after watching gut-wrenching dramas, he’s facetimed you from the bathroom while brushing his teeth.

you've had a full argument over the ethics of pineapple on pizza. (which ended in a draw and a half-and-half order.)

but today?

today was a new level of intimacy.

today was the day you both went fully barefaced for the first time. and not like, “i just took my eyeliner off but I’m still wearing tinted lip balm and concealer” barefaced.

not even that

eyebrows wiped. skin glowing.

you had gone over to woonhaks after swearing his members werent there.

you loved them! but sometimes they were a bit much.

plus, woonhak got jealous everytime you hung out with them more

you thought, 'hey, if he’s doing it, should too.'

so you washed off your face. every last speck of product. and you walked out of the bathroom.

woonhak laid comfortable on his bed, legs sprawled everywhere, he looked up at tou and stopped mid chew.

a pause.

a blink.

then came the noise

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE—” woonhak shrieked, nearly dropping the can of pringles he was holding like it had burned him.

you screamed as he frightened you. "what? what happened?!" you looked around, but he never answered.

"ugh, do i have toothpaste on my shirt again?" “no.” he pointed a dramatic, trembling finger. “your eyebrows.”

you frowned. "what about them?"

“they’re..” he gasped, looking genuinely shaken, “they’re so THIN.”

"hey- so are yours!" you pointed an accusing finger at his face. "exactly!" he snapped, startling you.

“we’re brow twins. browmates!”

you blinked at him. “you’re being weird." you pouted, walking towards the bed, but he stopped you.

“no. no, i'm being right. look at this!” he dragged you to the bathroom mirror, the two of you standing side by side under the harsh light.

and sure enough.

your eyebrows. his eyebrows.

two barely visible, innocent little commas.

like twin baby slugs. delicate. soft. faint.

woonhak turned to you with wide eyes and a dopey smile. “wah- i can’t believe this. all this time.. i thought i was the only one.”

“you’re acting like this is some kind of secret cult,” you said, deadpan.

“it is. and you’re my co-leader now,” he sniffled. “you understand me on a deeper level than anyone else ever could.”

you let your forehead thunk gently against his chest. “woonhak…”

but he was already on one knee.

“please,” he said, clasping your hands, “say you’ll do couples eyebrow tinting with me. we could be… visible. together.”

you laughed so hard you snorted. “you’re ridiculous.”

he tugged you down onto the bathroom floor, hugging you tight around the waist like a koala.

“i’m serious,” he mumbled against your shirt. “you’re so beautiful. even more beautiful now. i love you.”

“you love my eyebrows.”

“i love all of you,” he said, eyes twinkling. “even the microscopic parts.”

you squished his cheeks. “you’re clingier than usual today.”

“because now i know your deepest secret,” he said solemnly. “now i must protect you. and our microscopic brows. forever.”

you rolled your eyes, but smiled, threading your fingers through his damp hair.

“you’re lucky i love you,” you whispered.

he beamed. “lucky? babe, i'm blessed.”

and then he kissed you on the forehead right between the brows like it was the holiest of rituals.

the two of you walked back to his room, just as the front door opened. jaehyun walked in wide-dyed and frantic. "i heard screaming from the lower dorm, is everything okay?"

there was a moment of silence. a long, heavy pause. as he started at the two of you

then jaehyun squinted.

“why do you both look like boiled eggs?”

you groaned. woonhak immediately covered your face with his hands like a scandalized victorian wife. “don't look! names shy.”

"hey! thats all you, mr.thin brow worshiper!"

jaehyun raised an eyebrow. a very thick one. “did y’all just wax or…”

“IT’S GENETIC,” Woonhak wailed.

“we just have delicate brows, leave us alone,” you muttered, snuggling into woonhak’s side.

jaehyun stifled a grin. “no, no, this is cute. very wholesome. two little eyebrow noodles in love.”

“i’m telling the boys” he laughrd, and vanished into the kitchen, probably grabbing some snacks since he was already upstairs.

you sighed, your face burning. “we’re never living this down.”

woonhak turned to you, eyes full of stars. “he can laugh all he wants. no one will understand our love. our struggle. our lack of visible facial expression.”

you snorted again.

“and besides,” he added, leaning in to kiss the center of your forehead, “you’re the most beautiful boiled egg I’ve ever seen.”

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