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𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 heeseung x reader

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↬ pairing: perv!heeseung x insecure!reader

↬ summary: you were nervous about swimming with your childhood friend that you had a crush on, lee heeseung, but he was absolutely enamored by your body and appearance. so much so, you even started to notice.

↬ warnings: shower sex!, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, perv/horny heeseung and reader, spanking, pet names, groping, squirting, overstimulation, nipple play, nipple sucking.

looking at your reflection in the mirror, you felt anxious. squishing your thighs, staring at every part of you that had you worried. heeseung was going to see you like this. the heeseung you’d liked since first grade. you had to look good.

“everything good in there?”

you heard a light knock on the bathroom door, you quickly put your swim cover on. your heart pounding through your chest. it was light and see-through so it didn’t do much to cover you up in the meantime, but it was enough.

“i’m coming out now.” you replied, slowly opening the door. seeing heeseung standing there in front of you, in only his swim trunks and flip flops. you couldn’t help but blush. feeling so exposed in front of him.

heeseung stared at you for a moment, noticing the way you were attempting to cover the front of your body with your hands. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he looked into your eyes instead. but god, it was hard not to look. you looked so perfect.

“let’s go then—“ heeseung smiled at you, “i hope you don’t mind, but i bought us both popsicles from the stand downstairs.” he handed you one, you took it and smiled back at him. “thank you, hee.”

he opened the hotel door for you, letting you out before him. one you stepped out into the hallway, he shut the door behind him. making sure it was locked and then the two of you made your way to the elevator.

you almost didn’t believe it when heeseung invited you to stay with him at a hotel, i mean, you were just close friends right? so it wasn’t anything weird. you both slept in separate beds. gave each other privacy in the bathrooms. it wasn’t anything weird.

not even the times when he stared at your ass or tits for too long, or when you’d purposely wear short skirts and short shorts so he could get a good view of your ass. low v-neck shirts that had him staring at your cleavage all day. the way his touch always lingered. the way he’d masturbate to your teasing every single night, fantasizing about your body.

he’d even caught you touching yourself in your room, i mean it was under your blankets but you were moaning his name and everything. he couldn’t get it out of his head for weeks after, picturing every different way he could ruin you while stroking himself nightly to your instagram posts. it had to just be a friend thing that would pass right?

standing behind you in the elevator, heeseung’s eyes trailed down to your swim bottoms. staring at the way the fabric squished your ass in the perfect way. he swallowed, averting his eyes as quickly as he looked at your butt.

you suddenly turned around, his eyes moving from your hips, to your breasts that bounced when you turned around then quickly to your eyes again. you shrugged this off of course, and smiled up at him.

“thank you for bringing me here, it really does mean a lot to me…” you blushed, “you’re my favorite person heeseung. i’m so glad i get to be here with you.” you fiddled with the fabric of the small swim cover that was over your body. the seethrough silk that barely covered everything heeseung had ever wanted to see.

“n-no problem at all.” he smiled at you, nervously running a hand through his strawberry red hair. you bet it smelt like strawberry too. with how good he smelt. “y-you’re my favorite too.” he said, pursing his lips for a moment. when the elevator opened, he reached out and accidentally touched your ass, quickly pulling his hand back.

“sorry- that was my bad.” he said, letting you out first. his touch still lingering. a warm feeling that flooded through your stomach and head. you almost felt dizzy for a moment. pull yourself together, you thought. he had actually touched it, that same ass he fantasized about every time you bent over.

“it’s okay.” you spoke softly, the two of you walking to the pool area. the hotel pool was supposed to close in about an hour. but since no kids or anyone would be around this late at night, you both assumed it’d be the best time to go and swim.

heeseung couldn’t possibly wait another minute to get to the pool and see your beautiful body. but he made himself be patient as you sat down on a small bench in front of the pool.

“you gonna get in?” heeseung asked you, smiling. “wanna have our popsicles first?” you asked, holding yours up. maybe this could help ease your nerves a little more before taking your swim cover off. “oh, yeah. sure.” he said, sitting down on the bench next to yours.

you opened the packaging slowly. heeseung’s eyes grazed your body, subtly looking at the way your curves laid against the bench. how every part of you looked so squish-able. it was going to drive him insane. so he quickly looked away, starting to open his as well.

taking off the plastic was easy, he tossed the packaging aside for now. before pulling the popsicle to his lips, he’d picked both your favorite flavors. strawberry banana. then he looked back at you. your beautiful mouth around the popsicle, sucking it. some of it melting down your chin.

he could’ve almost choked, he cleared his throat. trying to focus on eating his own popsicle. his eyes watching as you pulled the popsicle from your lips, a string of saliva left your mouth with it. you wiped the bit that ran down your chin off, turning your head to see heeseung staring.

you’re face turned entirely red. you could feel it. why was he staring? heeseung looked away quickly. you noticed as he licked his popsicle slowly, his cheeks tinted a shade of pink. was he really blushing? did he think you were cute or, maybe he liked the way you looked sucking your popsicle like that…

you discreetly put your mouth on the popsicle again, the flavor erupting in your mouth. it was so delicious. but you were way more focused on the way heeseung’s eyes kept looking at you. you saw it in the corner of your eye every time he did so.

you pushed your mouth down further, your tongue licking up the parts of the popsicle that were starting to melt. you dragged your tongue along the popsicle multiple times, pushing your head down and up from the popsicle. it could’ve been completely innocent, but to him and to you, it didn’t look innocent at all.

he almost dropped his own popsicle multiple times now, tension building in his swim trunks. a small tent that he tried sitting upright to hide a little more. but you definitely noticed. noticed the way his breath shuddered and hitched, the way that every time you turned to look at him he quickly looked away, the way his eyes followed every one of your movements.

finishing your popsicle along with heeseung, the tension in the air was thick. so thick it was intoxicating. every minute felt like hours to him, failing to not look at your cute face as you tongued your popsicle like that. did you know what you were doing to him?

you stood up, standing in front of him. your eyes on his, while his locked onto yours. “ready to swim?” you asked, your hand gently pressed on his arm. but to him it felt like fire. sending a warm sensation throughout his body that made him swallow. his eyes trailing to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.

the way he looked at you gave you confidence, as he nodded slowly while you stood upright, pulling the light fabric over your head. revealing your patterned pink bikini to him. it was almost like he got hit in the chest as you pulled it off. your beautiful soft skin exposed to him, your cute breasts, your cute stomach, your squishy thighs. he saw everything now. and he wasn’t disappointed. knew he wouldn’t be, his lips parted slightly.

your touch still lingered on his arm, leaving a tingling feeling that was almost too much. he stood up, his eyes couldn’t possibly leave you. it was impossible. he was mesmerized, eyes widened, the warmest feeling in his body. he knew for sure why he’d fallen in love with you all those years ago. and he definitely didn’t want to let go now.

“coming?” you stared at him. smiling. noticing the way he was staring at you, your body. it made you smirk a bit. but you were still just as flustered as he was. you turned around, jumping in. the splash hitting heeseung’s legs. his lips curved into a smile, he watched as you emerged from the water. your hair wet, your body soaked with the water around you.

he jumped in right beside you, the splash making you cover your eyes. before you knew it, his arms were around your waist. pulling you up. making you wiggle from his grip. “i got you.” he said in a teasing tone. it was almost breathtaking. you immediately started to laugh, giggling as his arms were wrapped around you. your body trying to escape him.

even though his hands were on the parts of your body that you hated, you still felt calm. his hands squeezing your hips as water droplets trickled down his red hair. feeling your body between his fingers had him going crazy. butterflies scattered in your stomach as you freed yourself from his grip, turning around and splashing him.

he splashed back of course, and then he saw you there. an angry expression on your face that was too cute too be even remotely scary too him. he raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to make a move. and you did, throwing up a huge splash of water at his face. drenching his bright red hair all over again.

you turned around and swam away quickly, but even with that splash to distract him heeseung was already hot on your trail. he reached out to you, his hand almost grazing your back. you tried speeding up, but he was too close now. he grabbed onto you and then—

slip. the sound of him untying the small fabric that attached around your back, covering your breasts. the top, to your unexpectedness, you felt the cool water hit your chest. noticing your top had fell into the water behind you.

heeseung’s eyes were now wide, he stopped. the bra falling straight into his hands. his lips parted, you instinctively covered your breasts. cupping them with your arms. frozen in place. he stared at your bare back, his cheeks becoming flustered. not knowing if he should give you your bra or look away.

you swallowed, nervously turning around in the water. he saw your nervous face, your hands covering what you could of your breasts. he quickly pushed the bra towards you. you grabbed it with one of your hands, still using the other arm to cover your bare chest. then you quickly turned back around to attempt to put it back on.

“i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean too.” heeseung said, worried. his face was red, your face was red. it felt way more intimate then it needed too. yet you felt comfortable with him. “it’s okay.” you spoke gently, pulling the bra over your breasts.

“can you help tie me again?” you asked him, heeseung gulped. frozen for a moment. “yeah, i can help you...” he spoke. moving closer, his warm shaky hands grabbing the two strings hanging from your back. your back tingled at his touch, the way his fingers tied the two strings together again. then he stepped back.

you turned around slowly, your face was visibly heated. so was his. “i really didn’t mean too— i’m sorry y/n-“ he stopped as you got closer, your arms snaking around his neck. hugging him. his heart almost stopped. he didn’t move. just stood there, petrified.

“heeseung…” you spoke, “this is gonna sound weird, but i’ve never felt comfortable with anyone seeing my body, except for you.” you squeezed his neck gently, still worried of what he might think. tears filling your eyes. heeseung already was frozen solid, and now you said something sweet, something intimate. your breasts pressed up against him unintentionally which made his head spin.

he suddenly pulled his arms around your waist, holding you as well. he felt your heart pounding against his chest. noticed every breath, every small movement or sound coming from your body. he almost couldn’t believe what was happening right now. “i-i can feel your heartbeat…” heeseung said softly.

you looked up at him now, your eyes connecting. the sight of your desperate eyes alone was going to make him break. holding you like you were fragile, like you might even break. seeing your cleavage as your breasts squished up against his chest.

everything about kissing your childhood friend felt right in that moment, your eyes locked on one another, your bodies up close against each other, the thick tension in the air that was extremely certain now. you shut your eyes, starting to lean in confidently. heeseung almost panicked, he couldn’t believe it.

slowly leaning down towards your lips, making sure he didn’t miss them, he waited to close his eyes until he knew for sure that his lips wouldn’t miss yours. and then—

SQUEAK— it was the sound of the glass door opening and echoing through the room. you both quickly pulled away, your face was red. you turned to see a worker standing in the doorway, looking highly annoyed.

the entire moment was ruined, the tension that was at it’s peak and your arms that were once around each other.

“it’s passed 11:30— we we’re supposed to be cleaning up twenty minutes ago.” the guy said angrily.

“sorry, we thought the pool closed at 12.” you said, confused. “that’s only on friday and saturday’s. it’s thursday.” the guy said, irritated. “th-that’s our bad, we’ll leave right now.” heeseung apologized, grabbing your hand gently. you felt a warmth in your chest.

holding your hand, the two of you swam towards the steps to get out of the pool. getting out together, heeseung grabbed all your things before you could even try too. covering your bare shoulders with a warm towel he’d left on his bench. he held your hand again, using his other arm to carry the stuff you guys brought, including your swim cover.

the two of you left the swimming pool area, walking to the elevator. the rest of the time getting back to the hotel, the two of you were completely silent. feeling unfulfilled, wondering if their still was something more lingering between you two.

sitting down on the hotel bed, you held the towel around you like a blanket. your heart was still pounding. heeseung approached you, sitting down next to you. “i’m sorry, i should’ve double checked what time the pool closed…”

“don’t apologize, it would happen to anyone. including me.” you giggled, he chuckled a little with you. your eyes found his again. he looked back at you. you wouldn’t have known his heart was pounding just as wildly as yours was. eyes glancing towards your lips, he ran his fingers through his wet hair. he looked so attractive.

“did you mean what you said?” he suddenly spoke, you started to nod. still quiet. still wondering if he’d have the same reaction that he did before. you glanced down towards his lips again. he noticed.

“if you wanted to kiss me, you should’ve just said so…” he spoke, his hand caressing yours before intertwining his fingers with yours. you lips parted, and then you finally spoke. “i’ve wanted too for a long time...”

with that, heeseung didn’t hesitate. pulling his other hand to cup the side of your face, he leaned down and placed his soft lips on yours. the fire inside the both of you finally igniting. it felt so right. you couldn’t even move. the butterflies in your stomach erupting immediately.

it was a long kiss, heeseung’s hand gently holding your face, your hands finding their way to his neck again, wrapping them around him gently. your lips both moved at a passionate pace, just exploring and tasting each others lips for the first time. as you’d both wanted to for forever. it was even better than you could ever have imagined.

when you finally pulled away, you both stared at each other through half lidded eyes. your chests heaving softly, small pants falling from your lips. heeseung’s hand didn’t leave your face, neither did your arms leave from around his neck. just staring at each other. trying to realize it’d finally happened, you’d finally kissed.

“i think we should probably shower- to get the chlorine off.” you spoke, giggling. he laughed a little, nodding. “uh, if… you’re really sure you want me to be there.” his cheeks were pink. was he really going to see your body? for the first time ever? you smiled at him.

“of course i do… i’m comfortable with you now, hee…” the nickname was different from all the other times you used it, it felt so much more intimate now. he audibly swallowed.

“are you nervous?” you asked him, standing up right in front of him. “are you?” he spoke, standing up in front of you. you almost crumbled in front of him. and of course, like always, he noticed.

you grabbed his hand, he followed along with you to the bathroom. his eyes noticing how much more confidently you were carrying yourself. shutting the door behind the two of you, he saw the clothes you were wearing before putting on your swimsuit laying out on the floor.

the shower was one of those big glass ones, you opened the door, turning on the shower to let the hot water start to run through. stepping back out, heeseung looked at you nervously. was he really about to see you naked?

seeing heeseung standing there, all nervous. you initiated yourself. turning around. “help untie me?” you asked, your cheeks red. it was different then before. so much different.

he stepped closer, you felt his warm presence behind you. slowly and gently untying the bikini top, you let it fall to the floor. and then you turned around, facing him. his eyes landed onto your breasts. he swallowed, taking in the sight for the very first time.

you felt flustered, but you saw the way he looked at you. like he’d never seen anything or anyone like you before. it flattered you, really. the way he couldn’t even make out a single word, completely distraught at the sight of your boobs.

“b-beautiful.”

he said, his own words almost choking him. it took everything he had to refrain himself from asking to touch them, being one of the things he’d always wanted to do. but he tried to have patience as you blushed and grabbed your swim bottoms, pulling them down off your legs.

and now it would be his turn. your cheeks we’re heated, but your eyes seemed to be eagerly awaiting for him to strip himself down as well. your eyes trailed down to his swim trunks, holy shit. not only did he have a boner, but it was fucking massive.

he debated whether or not he should at this point, being embarrassed from getting hard for you so easily. but you’d already stripped yourself for him, so he grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks. pulling them down. his size sprung out, his eyes couldn’t leave yours.

“h-hee… you’re…”

“fuck… i’m sorry y/n, i can’t help it…” he spoke, “i’ve been hard for you all night. your body is the most perfect thing i have ever seen… i’ve wanted you for forever. we’re you licking the popsicle like that on purpose?”

you blushed, nodding slowly. “y-yes…” you said, heat pooling in your lower stomach and core. this confession had him choking on his own breath, rock hard, standing right in front of the girl he’d always wanted. he was vulnerable in front of you, but so were you. you both had exposed every inch of yourselves to each other now.

“c-can i?” he stared at you, his arms reaching out towards your body. you nodded, stepping closer. “touch me, hee.” you whispered, his hands felt your breasts. he squeezed your breasts gently, making you whine.

“shit… just as perfect as i imagined. so soft.” his fingers then grazed your stomach, his hands making their way down to your thighs. he grabbed your butt, squishing it between his fingers. “so, so damn perfect…”

you blushed from the praise, whimpering softly at his touch. he touched you as if he’d never touch you again. fondling, stroking and touching every inch of you. his hands traveled back up to your face, cupping your face with both his big palms as your lips connected again. face and stomach’s burning hot.

pulling away, you grabbed his arm, pulling him into the streamy shower with him. he shut the glass door behind the two of you, the two of you standing in the water together. letting it soak your bodies as you both leant in for another passionate kiss, connecting lips underneath the hot water.

“l-let me clean you.” he blushed, grabbing the pink loofa and putting soap on it. of course you didn’t object to this, standing outside of the water. he stepped closer to you, scrubbing your body gently. cleaning you with a gentle and kind touch, his hands still shaking slightly.

he watched the way the soap made your tits all soapy, the way it ran down your breasts and legs. your body so soft and beautiful. all soaked. you could’ve sworn you we’re dying for this touch, for his love, his lust. everything.

“do you like the way i look, like this...” you blushed, he pulled the loofa away as you leaned forward. squishing your breasts together. he almost swallowed the water. the sight sending heat to his face, and too his already hardened dick. he audibly swallowed, and you leaned upwards, placing your lips on his again.

he forgot what he was even doing, the loofa falling onto the ground and drain of the shower. you made out, him holding you against the glass wall. you both were panting, your lips pulling from his for a moment. he looked at you like he wanted to dive right back in.

“hee, i wan’t you to fuck me.” you said desperately.

his chest tightened, his eyes lustful, full of desire. it didn’t take long for him to start kissing you again, his hands trailing your body. your hand reaching down and finally touching his cock. he jumped slightly, his lips parting as he let out a soft groan. not expecting the sudden touch.

you stroked his length, teasing the tip slightly with every pump of his cock in your hand. “fuck… y/n, need you now.” he cursed. lifting your body off the floor, you were surprised. but you kissed him again, exchanging saliva as your tongues collided in a heated motion.

“you know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he growled against your ear, you bit down on your bottom lip, eyes staring at him desperately. “i’ve been doing it all day…” you spoke lustfully, heeseung was at his breaking point now. needing you. every bit of you. he couldn’t wait even a second longer.

he let you down and you turned yourself around, bending over for him. your ass on perfect display in front of him. he slapped it, before laying his chest against your back. softly whispering in your ear, “you really want me right here? right now?” his fingers rubbed your clit.

“y-yes hee…” a strangled moan left your lips, your moan being music to his ears. making his cock throb in desperation. “yeah pretty, i wanna hear you moan for me. just like that.” he said with his fingers stroking your folds, coating himself in your wetness. “how bad do you want it. tell me.” he pinched your clit.

you moaned louder, almost squirming the lower half of your body. his grip on your thighs tightened. “ah— hee…” you cried, pussy aching around nothing. his digits pushing and prodding against your entrance. “hee, please… need it. need you.” you whined.

he shoved his fingers inside slowly, your lower stomach feeling warm and tight. his big fingers dragging across your gummy walls, he audibly groaned from the feeling. and you moaned out from his fingers being inside you.

“so fucking tight.” he breathed, “how are you gonna take me? being this damn tight?”

you were lightheaded, chest heaving up and down. he moved his fingers faster, they dragged in and out of you making you want to burst under his touch as he stimulated your clit with thumb.

“h-hee gonna…” you felt the fire in your abdomen burning, being so close to your orgasm. heeseung moved his fingers faster, his ruthless pace making your eyes and head roll back. your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he continued to stimulate your clit.

and then you came. your body dissolving into the pleasure, spurts of squirt gushing out of you like electricity jolting through your body. heeseung grunted with satisfaction, relentlessly moving his fingers against the spot that had you gushing for him. more and more spilled out of you, he loved it.

“holy fuck…” he said against you, “ever squirted for anyone else before?” he said softly against your ear. “n-no hee, only you… felt so good…” you whined, panting softly.

“so pretty like this, want you to squirt on my dick so bad princess… always wanted you too.” he said, pulling away from your heat. your cunt dripped from leftover squirt, he squeezed the tip of his cock. a bead of precum forming from the tip.

“h-hee…” you whined pathetically, your hands against the steamed over glass. “p-please… can’t wait anymore… need you so bad. need you inside…” you moved your hands behind you, parting your folds with your fingers, revealing your aching hole to him.

heeseung’s eyes averted to your folds and your aching cunt. he stroked over his tip gently, his eyes fixated on the sight in front of him before he spit directly onto your cunt. his fingers helped rub it in while your trembling ones found their way back to the glass, helping prop yourself up.

“this greedy little cunt need me?” he teased, pushing his massive length up against your sopping folds. he sent a loud smack to your ass, that had you jump a little and moan. “p-please…” you begged again. he couldn’t wait any longer, you were driving him crazy. always had. and now he’d finally had you.

his tip pushed against your entrance, your lips parting and your hips moving up against him. he slapped your ass again, making you cry out again. “gonna make you feel so good…” his tip prodded at your soaked entrance. “gonna stretch this pussy to fit me perfectly.”

with a quick snap of heeseung’s hips, he’d pushed himself as deep as he could inside you. tip kissing your cervix, your eyes rolling back, a loud moan leaving your lips. you felt so full. the stretch was too much, your legs shaking and your eyes watering from the quick abuse of your cervix.

and then he pulled out completely, leaving you entirely empty after filling you up all the way. you whimpered loudly, your pussy trying to clench around nothing as you turned your head to look back at him. he only growled as you stared at him with a confused look.

“you spent so long teasing me, didn’t you?” he smacked your ass again, “should i tease you in return?” he pressed his cock up against your folds again. it was agonizing. you needed him back in so badly. it was too much.

“n-no hee…” you cried, “didn’t mean too.. didn’t know you wanted me too…” you bit down on your bottom lip. he looked down at you, staring. he continued to soak himself up between your drenched folds.

“i heard you that night…” he spoke, his hands pulling your hips up closer to him as he pressed against you. “touching yourself… moaning my name. you have no idea what that did to me for so damn long.” he used one of his hands to rub your clit again. your face turning redder.

“always wanted to fuck you. want this pussy to be mine.” he pushed against your hole again, your body arching desperately underneath him. “y-you heard that?” you blushed. “shouldn’t of kept your door cracked open.” he smirked. that damn smirk, it drove you insane. it always had.

“god you’re so pretty, i’m so lucky.” he dragged his cock along your soaking folds, your eyes desperate as you whimpered, his other hand grasping your hips as if he’d never let go. the wait felt like an eternity, you couldn’t possibly wait any longer to finally feel heeseung’s dick pounding you. the one you fantasized about for so long.

“ready baby?” he asked you, his tip pushing up against your hole. tears were forming in your eyes, you were desperate. “heeseung, please. n-need you.” you begged.

this time he started slowly, his cock pushing through the entrance of your tight pussy. only the tip buried inside so far. both his hands gripped your thighs, your back arched, your pussy swallowing up every inch he’d give you.

and then finally, he pushed forward. you whined and winced at the slow stretch of your hole, heeseung only pushing forward, as if savoring the moment that your cunt swallowed every inch of him, until finally he was fully inside.

balls up against your pelvis, cock kissing your cervix, your heart pounding. you moaned loudly from the stretch, he squeezed your thighs with his hands.

“ahh— fuck… you’re so damn tight baby. i can barely fit in you.” heeseung cursed, trying to help your walls adjust to his size. he slowly moved his hips, cock dragging along your walls slowly. memorizing every part of you.

“heeseung~!” you called out, your eyes glazed over. “you feel so fucking good. everything i’ve ever wanted.” he slammed inside at a rougher pace, making your legs tremble and a whimper spill from your parted lips.

“god, you’re soaking around me. gonna cum for me again already?” he slapped your ass, you could’ve sworn you were going to blackout. your legs felt heavy, the coil in your lower stomach tightening to the point of release.

“y-yes hee… g-gonna cum again…” you stammered, your eyes rolling back. “fuck yeah, need you to cum on my cock. need your pretty cunt dripping around me. haven’t spent a single day not imagining it.” his hips dragged along faster, slamming into that spot that drove you insane.

his thumb started to move in circles on your clit, as his other hand continued to grip your waist. you could’ve sworn you saw stars. your pussy fluttering and pulsing around him as you came. the tight coil inside you finally snapping.

“fuck… so perfect. cum on my cock like that princess.”

you cried out, every lewd sound of his cock slamming into your soaked hole echoed in the shower. your legs trembling violently, you almost could’ve fell over at that moment. but he held you up, his hands tight around your waist.

his cock twitched inside you, his chest heaving from pounding you so hard. he pulled out slowly, leaving your gripping hole empty. you whined and panted softly.

it all felt so fast, the way he carried you so quickly into the other room. not caring about the trail of water you left from the bathroom, or how soaked the bed was getting. he just laid you down, parting your thighs in front of him. your pussy throbbing and pulsing, leaking of wetness.

and then he moved up against your folds again, leaning down to kiss one of your breasts. he played with one of them, sucking your other nipple. you whined out, your arms sprawling out and your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

he pushed against your entrance again using his other hand to align his cock, his mouth continuing to suck on your hardened nipple. before he started pushing inside again, you cried out. desperate for him.

he pushed all the way inside, your walls clenching around him. he pulled off your breast, licking his lips as he grabbed both your legs. thrusting deeper at the perfect angle that drove you absolutely insane.

“heeseung!” you moaned out, only making his hips move faster, more rougher. relentlessly slamming into the spot that made you cry. “shh, baby. everyone’s gonna hear how good i’m fucking you if you keep being so loud.”

tears filled your eyes, the overstimulation kicking in as your clit pulsed. he continued to thrust into you, cock twitching inside of you. his breathing becoming quicker as he focused on pounding you. pinching your nipple.

“god, you’re milking me.” he grunted, his head falling backwards and his hands gripping your waist tightly. he could feel himself reaching the edge, every thrust of his hips making a groan leave his lips.

every one of your moans and whimpers had him pounding harder, like it was motivation for him. tears ran down your cheeks as he reached his final few thrusts.

“c-coming… fuck.” he bit down on his bottom lip, he slowed down as thick spurts of cum spewed from his cock. filling you up entirely. the two of you panting, moaning, sweating all over.

he stayed inside you, collapsing on top of your body. the two of you trying to catch your breathes while holding on tight to each other. you leaned your head back against the pillow behind you, feeling limp and weak.

but his cock was already hardened again inside of you, he lifted himself up. pulling out he quickly pushed both of his fingers inside of you, making sure all of his cum stayed deep in you. he used his other hand to stroke your tear stained cheek gently, comfortingly.

“gonna cum again pretty, okay? just rest for me alright?”

you nodded softly, blushing and staring as he stroked himself over your stomach, his eyes landing on your tits and then your pretty face. he was so focused on you, breath hitching as he reached his high. coming all over your chest, breasts, and stomach.

“mm, so pretty… covered with my cum.” he smiled at you, grabbing a towel to help clean you up with. you already felt sleepy now, just laying against the pillow.

heeseung got in bed with you, both your naked bodies pressed up against each other as he kissed the your shoulder and the back of your neck.

“love you, hee.” you smiled, your legs intertwined under the blankets. “love you too, pretty.” he responded, kissing your neck softly before falling asleep with you in his arms. you fell asleep shortly after, feeling fulfilled.

tags: @heedeungie777

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haniithepooh · 6 days ago

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Hi, please do Jo imagine where he has a crush on you and vice versa. You want to get his attention, unaware that you already have it- you decide to dress differently (more revealing, if you will). Jo seems to never notice, little do you know he struggles everyday and has to hold back from not just staring at your cleavage. One thing leads to another and he can't hold back. Thanks !! Love ur work 💗

tysm anon!! <3 i loved writing this, jo’s been causing me so much damage 😮‍💨

warnings: highly suggestive, making out, jo being hot and a softie

you were tired of feeling invisible.

every time jo sat next to you, his hoodie sleeves pulled down over his palms, eyes fixed on whatever was in front of him, it felt like he was close, but never close enough.

he laughed at your jokes, lingered in conversation a little longer than necessary, and sometimes you caught him looking at your mouth when you spoke.

but it never went further. no flirting, no compliments, not even a flustered glance when you wore something cute.

you started wondering: was he just being polite? did he not think of you that way?

it started to eat at you alive, especially because you definitely thought of him that way. all the time. every time he licked his lips out of habit, or shoved his hair back, it made your stomach twist. you weren’t proud of it, but more than once you found yourself staring when he wasn’t looking, daydreaming about what it would be like if he did notice you. if he wanted you the same way.

so, today, you decided to test something.

the outfit isn’t scandalous. not really. but it was a choice.

a soft, low-cut top that dips just enough to make you self-conscious if you lean forward. shorts that hug your hips a little tighter than usual, hemmed dangerously high on your thighs. you put on the perfume you knew jo had once complimented casually.

you aren’t trying to be obvious. just… alluring.

or, well, as alluring as someone could be while pretending not to notice they were being alluring.

when jo knocks at your door to hang out, like always, you open it like nothing is different. “hey,” you say with a small smile, stepping aside to let him in.

he freezes in the doorway.

just for a second.

but you see it — the pause in his step, the slight dart of his eyes downward before he forcefully pulls them back up to your face.

“hi,” he says quickly. his voice softer than usual, cheeks slightly tinted.

you bite back a smile.

the two of you settle on the couch like always, this time watching some mindless movie that neither of you are really paying attention to. you pretend not to notice how stiff jo is sitting, like his entire body is trying to not touch you, even though your bare thigh is nearly pressed against his jeans.

“i don’t get it,” you say after a while, casually shifting to grab a drink from the coffee table, leaning forward, your chest pulling slightly away from the fabric of your top. “like… what was the villain’s plan again?”

jo doesn’t answer.

you glance sideways and catch him mid-stare.

his eyes snap up, wide and guilty. “s-sorry. what?”

you swallow a laugh. “nothing. just wondering if you’re even watching.”

he gives you a half-smile, rubbing the back of his neck, the tip of his ears becoming bright red. “yeah. sorry. zoned out.”

“zoned out,” you echo, teasing. “right.”

there is a long pause. you feel his eyes on your skin again, lingering this time, and something in your stomach flutters hard.

he isn’t hiding it anymore.

you shift back into place, but slower now. purposefully. letting your arm brush his. letting your bare shoulder rest just close enough that he feels your warmth. “you okay?” you ask, almost innocently.

jo’s jaw flexes. “you’re doing that on purpose,” he says quietly.

your heart skips. “doing what?”

he looks at you. really looks at you.

his voice is lower now. rougher. “you know exactly what.”

the air between you cracks, thick with everything unsaid. you swallow again, cheeks hot. “i just dressed how i wanted.”

“and i’m trying really, really hard to respect that,” he murmurs, eyes flicking briefly to the curve of your neckline. “but you’re making it impossible.”

you feel heat spreading through your whole body.

“why?” you ask, voice barely a whisper.

jo’s eyes darken. “because you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

your breath hitches. “then… tell me.”

that is all it takes.

in one swift motion, jo closes the space between you, his hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his lap. you gasp, hands bracing on his chest as he looks up at you, his eyes wild, searching your face for any hesitation.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve thought about this,” he mutters, voice strained. “how many nights i’ve had to stop myself from kissing you.”

your heart pounds hard. “then don’t stop.”

his lips crash into yours, releasing everything unsaid.

the kiss is hungry, unrestrained. his hands splayed over your bare skin, one sliding up your back while the other grips your thigh. you press closer, heat pooling low in your stomach as your fingers tangle in his hair.

every second is a blur of breathless gasps and desperate touches, like both of you had been dying for this exact moment.

and even as things get hotter, messier, his hand inching under the hem of your shorts, his mouth trailing kisses down your throat, there is something soft in it too. the way he kisses you, the way he asks for your permission before every move, how he caresses your skin.

“i’ve wanted you,” he whispers against your skin, “for so long.”

you smile, lips brushing his jaw before pressing a kiss.

“well,” you murmur, “you’ve had me this whole time.”

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haniithepooh · 8 days ago

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the soft cries of your daughter, or your mini shadow, practically echoed throughout the house as she walked into the living room. seunghan quickly scooped her up, “angel, what’s wrong? what happened?”

“i can’t find mama,” she sobbed, hiccuping slightly as she rubbed at her eyes with the backs of her fists.

“oh, baby,” seunghan murmured, already pulling her close to his chest, cradling her gently. “appa’s got you. it’s okay. we’ll find her, yeah?”

angel buried her face in his shoulder, sniffling hard. “she’s not in the bed,” she mumbled, “and not in the kitchen either…”

“lets look for her together. where else did you check?” he asked softly, brushing her hair out of her damp cheeks. “im sure shes somewhere.”

she pulled back just enough to look up at him, lip still trembling. “do you know where she is?”

“of course i do. appa knows everything.”

“not everything,” she whispered, "mama knows everything"

“okay, most things,” he corrected with a dramatic sigh. “but i do know where mama is.” he stopped right outside the bathroom door and knocked gently.

the door cracked open a second later, revealing you with your hair up and a tired smile on your face. “hey, what’s all the noise-”

you didn’t even finish before angel launched from seunghan’s arms into yours, arms tight around your neck as she sniffled, “you were gone.”

“baby, i was brushing my teeth,” you laughed gently, heart squeezing as you hugged her close. “i was coming right back to bed.”

“you didn’t say goodbye,” she whispered into your collar.

“i’m sorry, angel. next time i’ll tell you, okay?” she nodded quickly, already calming down, cheek pressed against your shoulder.

behind you, seunghan leaned in to kiss the back of your head, voice low. “you know she’s gonna be glued to you for the rest of the day now, right?”

you sighed, but your hand still rubbed circles on her back. “she’s always glued to me.”

“not always,” he grinned. “sometimes she lets me borrow her for five minutes.”

“no sharing,” she said firmly, cuddling closer. “mama’s mine. you can hold my hand," she said, turning just enough to hold out her hand.

he squeezed them gently, laughing softly.

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haniithepooh · 11 days ago

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STRAWBERRY LIPGLOSS — nicholas ۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . wang nicholas x fem!reader

content . . . romantic relationship , fluff , kissing (js a lil.) , petnames (baby, pretty) + reader calls nicho "weno"

Nicholas is the type of boyfriend who would listen to your yap for hours, without feeling even an ounce of boredom in his body. He loves it. He loves hearing you talk, Nicholas loves it when you tell him the latest teas about your supposed friends, why Jessica broke up with his dumb boyfriend, Irene who just randomly kisses boys she sees when she's drunk. And when you hate someone, oh dear, once Nicholas hears about it, expect him to hate that person as well—despite not meeting them.

Today was one of those days, he just got back from a nearly ten hours of dance practice and he immediately went to your apartment, seeking for your love and comfort after such a tiring day. Nicholas spotted you sitting infront of your vanity, doing your makeup. He went towards you, stared for a few seconds to admire your beauty, and leaned down, giving you a lingering kiss on your cheek.

"Hi, baby!" You beamed at him.

"Hey there, pretty." Nicholas greeted back, his hand going down to your shoulder to give you a light squeeze.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, which you replied with a shake of a head, telling him no.

"Just felt like doing my makeup." You answered, putting on your newly-bought blush.

"That shade suits you, baby. Is it new?" Your boyfriend asked, noticing the unfamiliar packaging. You excitedly glanced at him with a nod.

"Mhm! I bought so many makeups today, weno!" You excitedly told him.

"Yeah? Who were you with?" Nicholas asked, his fingers now twirling your hair. You could see his loving stares at the mirror in front.

"Jessica. I spent too much money today, I might eat my new makeup for the rest of the week." You joked, placing down your blush on as you picked up the new lipgloss you got.

"The one with the dumb boy you told me about?" Nicholas asked, remembering the story you told him a few weeks ago.

"Mhm! Look, baby, I bought a new shade of lipgloss as well!" You showed him the pretty packaging, Nicholas was nodding his head as he examined it, finding it pretty as well.

"Try it on so I can see the shade, pretty." Nicholas told you, which you followed. You opened the lipgloss and put it on your lips, the shade complimented your lips, your boyfriend staring at your lips as you put it on, and then you stopped when you were about to put it on your upper lip.

"Do you still remember Lylah?" You asked.

"Mhm." Nicholas could only hum, still staring at your pretty lips.

"god, she really makes my blood boil. At work today, she kept talking and talking about this boy she met at the club and that she thinks he's her soulmate or something. I don't know why but she just irritates me so much—" and there it is, you kept yapping about what the Lylah girl did today, and how much you hated her guts, but somehow, Nicholas couldn't focus on what you were saying. He watched how your pretty lips moved with every word you say, and how you'd stop talking for a second just to put on your lipgloss.

"Also, baby, this lipgloss I got smells like strawberries!" You then gave your lips a small lick, which did not went unnoticed by Nicholas' eyes.

"And it tastes like it, too!" You excitedly said, but noticed the lack of response from your boyfriend since earlier.

"Are you listening, weno?" Nicholas did not reply. Instead, he placed both of his hands on your chair, pushing it away from your vanity and rotated it so that he'll be facing you. You looked at him, confused.

Without thinking another thought, Nicholas quickly leaned in and captured your glossy lips into a kiss, giving your bottom lip a lick. He then broke the kiss and leaned away, you quickly chased after his lips, craving for another one. Nicholas lets out a breathy chuckle before he leaned back again, his hand making its way on the back of your head as he dove in again for another kiss, deepening it. A contented sigh escaped your lips as he once again broke the kiss.

You watched Nicholas as he swiped the corner of his lip, removing the smudged lipgloss that got on his pink lips.

"You're right, it does taste like strawberries."

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haniithepooh · 16 days ago

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sell it

𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

warnings: suggestive (they make out), "enemies" to "lovers", fake dating, bickering, jealousy

wordcount: 5.5k

AN: Sorry if there are any mistakes, I really tried to proofread it, but English is not my you know what...

⊹ 🍥 ‧₊˚🥠✩ ₊˚🍥⊹ ♡ ⊹ 🍥 ‧₊˚🥠✩ ₊˚🍥⊹

The festival lights blurred into streaks of gold as you wove through the crowd, clumsily adjusting the waistband of your yukata while you walked. Your shift at the convenience store ended late, so you had to hurry to get to the festival on time. You wouldn’t miss that. Your friends had promised a “fun, relaxing night”, but the closer you got, the more you realised this wouldn’t be quite that.

Because there, leaning against the gate with a smirk that made your teeth grind, was Yuma.

“Took you long enough,” he called, pushing off the gate with one shoulder. The striped fabric of his yukata stretched across his chest as he crossed his arms. “If it had been up to me, we would've left 30 minutes ago.”

You ignored the way your pulse jumped, in annoyance, obviously, and turned to your friend Harua. “You didn’t say he’d be here.” He shrugged, unrepentant. “Would you have come if I did?”

“Of course not.” You blatantly said.

Yuma clutched his chest. “Wow. And after I specifically wore my brand new yukata for you.” You frowned. “It’s the same one you wore last year.”

“You remembered?” His grin widened. “Cute.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. It’s been two years since Yuma started hanging out with you and your friends. Two years of his stupid remarks, his infuriating smirk, and the way he always knew how to get under your skin.

Nicholas slung an arm around Yuma’s neck, cutting off whatever retort he’d prepared. “Play nice, kids. We’ve got games to win and food to eat. We’re busy!”

As the group surged toward the stalls, Yuma fell into step beside you, walking way too close for your liking. “Relax,”he murmured, low enough that only you could hear. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You side-eyed him. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

The group descended on the festival stalls, your laughter blending with the chatter of the crowd. You made a beeline for the shooting gallery, squeezing between Taki and Harua to put maximum distance between you and him.

"Aw, running away already?" Thinking of the devil, Yuma materialized at your elbow before you could grab a pellet gun, his smirk visible even in your periphery, "Scared I'll show you up?"

You snatched the toy rifle from the vendor. "Scared I'll embarrass you in front of everyone."

"Ooh, bold words." He leaned over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear as you fumbled to load pellets. "Bet you can't hit three targets."

You gritted your teeth, finger tightening on the trigger. "Bet I can hit five."

Yuma's grin spread. "’Kay. Whoever loses buys the other taiyaki?"

"Deal."

Your first shot went wide, missing the entire backboard. "Wow." Yuma whistled. "Were you aiming for the moon?"

"Shut up." You mumbled, eyebrows furrowed as you reloaded. Your second shot grazed a tin duck's wing but didn't knock it down.

Yuma didn't bother hiding his laughter. "Here." He slid behind you, chest pressing against your back as his hands covered yours on the rifle. "You're jerking it." His calloused fingers steadied your grip, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "Sight the target... breathe out... then pull."

The proximity flooded your cheeks with heat. You elbowed him hard in the ribs. "I don't need your help!"

"Clearly." He rubbed his side, still grinning. "Step aside, rookie." Yuma snatched the rifle, his fingers brushing yours deliberately. "Let a pro show you how it's done."

He took rapid aim and missed spectacularly, the pellet pinging off a support beam.

"Wow." You fluttered your lashes innocently at him. "Was that supposed to be impressive?"

"Warm-up round." His second shot exploded three bottles in a cascade of water. The third hit the moving target's bullseye.

"Lucky shot," you muttered as the vendor handed him a grotesque octopus plushie.

"Skill." He blew imaginary smoke off the barrel, then shoved the plushie into your arms. Your mouth opened to protest–it was hideous, it smelled like cheap plastic, and he’d probably cheated–before Yuma cut you off, snatching your wrist. “So… you owe me taiyaki. There’s a stall right there!”

He dragged you toward the red-and-gold cart, the neon octopus flopping against your ribs as you stumbled after him. "Two, please!" Yuma announced, already digging into his wallet before the vendor started wrapping the pastries. “One red bean, one custard!”

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow as he ordered. "So you do remember custard’s my favorite."

Yuma’s fingers hesitated over his coins before he scoffed. "Custard’s for me. You get red bean." He slid the money across the counter, ignoring your outstretched hand. "And put that away. I’m not that cheap."

"But the bet—"

"Changed my mind." He took the fish-shaped pastries from the vendor and shoved the red bean one toward you. "Eat your consolation prize, loser."

You scowled at it. "I hate red bean." Still, you took it with pouty lips.

"Liar." Before you could complain further, Yuma raised his own custard-filled taiyaki to your lips with a smirk. "Open."

"I don’t want—" The words died in your throat as he stepped into your space. His free hand came up, slender fingers tilting your chin with deliberate pressure. “Since when do you turn down custard?” His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth. You held your breath… “C’mon. Before it gets cold.” Then parted your lips.

The custard smelled like caramelized sugar and nostalgia. You leaned in, eyes locked on his, and you took a tentative bite as Yuma pressed the morsel to your lips. The sugar flooded your tongue and senses, and for a moment, you let your guard down. Enjoying the sweet moment. Batting your eyelashes at the very boy you’d sworn, to anyone who’d listen, was the bane of your existence.

"See?" His voice had gone gravel-rough. "Not so bad, is it?"

Heat spread across your face as you chewed. It wasn’t just the intimacy of the moment, it was the intent in his gaze, his smile, his scent… "...It’s okay."

"Just okay?" He smirked, popping the remaining half into his mouth. "Should’ve let you pay after all—"

"OH MY GOD." Maki’s screech shattered the moment. "ARE YOU HAND-FEEDING EACH OTHER?!"

Unlike you, Yuma didn’t flinch, while you let the octopus plushie fall to the ground. He licked custard off his thumb slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as they tried to dig a hole into the ground. "Just making sure she pays her debts."

Yet, he was the one who paid in the end.

"I’m gonna vomit," Maki said, stomping away. "Save the PDA for the love hotel, you animals!"

Yuma watched the rest of the group walking away, grinning at your flushed face. "See? I’m a gentleman." With a chuckle, he bent down to scoop up the abandoned octopus. He dusted sand off its tentacles before tucking it under his arm. “C’mon.” Yuma nudged you forward. “We don’t wanna get lost.”

You swatted his arm instinctively but let him guide you down the lantern-strung path anyway. Harua and Taki walked ahead, pointing at stalls, while the scent of grilling food thickened the air. You were walking a bit behind, lost in thought.

Apparently, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you either, because here Yuma was. Next to you again. “Still blushing?” He teased, trying hard to get your attention.

What was it with him? Why did he always have to bother you? How did it even start, this endless teasing and bickering? You couldn't even remember why you hated him in the first place.

With a long sigh, you opened your mouth to retort–then froze.

Past the barrel fire’s flickering light, leaning against a paper lantern post was he… Your ex.

His eyes met yours across the shifting crowd, widening in recognition. Your stomach dropped.

It’s only been a few months since you broke up, and with your history, talking to him was the last thing in the world you’d want to do. However, knowing him, he probably wouldn’t miss the opportunity to, and there was no way you’d look like you’re avoiding him. That would be immature.

So you lunged for the nearest person, which just happened to be Yuma. Your hands fisted in the front of his yukata, dragging him closer with a startled "Oof!" from him. His hands flew up instinctively, hovering awkwardly near your shoulders as you pressed your forehead against his collarbone, hiding your face.

"What the—?" His voice was equal parts confused and amused.

"Don't look," you hissed, fingers tightening in his fabric, already regretting your hasty, stupid move. "It's my ex. Right there."

Yuma stiffened. A beat passed, and then his hands slowly settled on your waist, his grip warm and steady despite the tension in his fingers. "...You're wrinkling my nice yukata," he muttered, but there was no real annoyance in it. You could tell.

You peeked up just in time to see your ex's expression twist before he turned sharply away. The second he disappeared into the crowd, you released Yuma like he'd burned you.

"Sorry," you mumbled, smoothing out the crumpled striped fabric with crimson red cheeks. "I panicked."

Yuma stared down at you for a moment, his usual stupid smirk absent. His expression was unreadable, intense, and almost thoughtful. You stared fixedly at the striped pattern you’d just mussed, fidgeting with your own yukata sleeve, trying your best to avoid his eyes. God, why couldn’t he make some obnoxious joke? His silence was unnerving.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice lower than usual, devoid of its usual playful lilt. “I guess with how things ended… You don’t really want him to come and talk to you…”

Your head snapped up, defensive walls slamming down. “That’s none of your business.” The words came out sharper than intended.

A flicker of his familiar mischief returned, a slow, knowing curve touching his lips. “Or do you?” he teased, tilting his head, his gaze searching for yours. “Maybe you want a dramatic reunion under the paper lanterns? A chance to tell him off properly? Or…?” He let the implication hang, his smirk daring you.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you hissed, glancing nervously back towards where your ex had been. The crowd had shifted, but the threat felt palpable. “I just want him to leave me alone. Tonight, at least…”

“Exactly.” Yuma’s voice dropped, leaning in conspiratorially. The playful glint in his eyes was now sharp, calculating.“So, let’s make sure he does. Thoroughly.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Simple. We give him a reason to keep his distance. A very good reason.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows to make sure you understood the implication. “We play along for the rest of the night. You and me. Happy couple, disgustingly in love.”

Your jaw dropped. “You are insane. Absolutely not!” Just the idea of pretending to be romantically involved with Yuma, of all people, sent a new wave of heat to your face. Along with a confusing mix of indignation and something else you refused to name or even acknowledge.

No. Him feeding you earlier and you pressing yourself against him, even just for a second, was more than enough.

“Why not?” He stepped closer, challenging you, invading your personal space once again. “Think about it. He saw you practically climbing me like a tree. The seed is planted. We just need to… water it and he’ll leave you alone.”

“I didn’t climb you!” you protest, the memory of your face pressed against his chest flooding back.

“Whatever you call it.” He waved a dismissive hand. “The point is, he saw it. Maybe he even saw me feeding you taiyaki, thanks to Maki’s big mouth.” He leaned in, his voice a low murmur only for your ears to hear. “Imagine his face if he sees us holding hands? Or if I put my arm around you?” His grin turned wolfish, and he was now practically murmuring in your ear. “Or if I whisper something that makes you blush like you are right now?”

You instinctively touched your burning cheek and took a step back. “This is a terrible idea, Yuma. It’s… asking for trouble.”

“Come on! More trouble than him trying to ‘talk’ things through while we’re all trying to have fun?” He countered, his gaze unwavering. “This guarantees he stays away and we have fun at his expense. You know he deserves it.”

As infuriating as Yuma was, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Playing along would be the most effective deterrent, and the thought of making your ex jealous… it held a certain appeal.

You looked away, chewing your lip, your decision made. “This doesn’t mean anything,” you stated firmly, trying to reclaim some control. “It’s strictly for operational purposes. To repel the target.”

Yuma’s triumphant smile widened. “Operational purposes, of course. Got it. It will be strictly professional.” His tone dripped with sarcasm, and you hated it. He offered his arm, with his elbow crooked. “Shall we, partner? Operation Make this guy regret his life choices starts now.”

You hesitated for a final second, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm in your chest. This was madness. But looking at Yuma’s expectant, annoyingly confident face and feeling the phantom threat of your ex somewhere in the crowd… madness seemed preferable.

With a sigh that was half exasperation, half resignation you looped your arm through his. His forearm was warm and firm beneath the thin fabric of his clothing. “Fine. But if you make this weird, Yuma, I swear–”

“Who, me?” He feigned innocence, pulling you closer as you started walking towards the others. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Unless, of course,” he added, his voice dropping to that low, intimate murmur again as he leaned his head against yours. “...Making you blush is part of the operation. Gotta sell the act, you know…”

His breath tickled your ear, and there was nothing you could do to stop the heat rushing to your cheeks.

Yuma chuckled. “See? It’s a natural talent of mine.”

With your arm still firmly linked with Yuma’s, you approached the group clustered around Nicholas, who was now triumphantly holding a giant panda plushie at the darts stall.

Maki spotted you first. His eyes, already wide from the size of the plushie Nicholas had just won, practically bugged out of his head as they landed on you two and your linked arms. “What?! Hold on! What the hell?” His voice rose several octaves, drawing the attention of Harua, Taki and Nicholas.

Harua blinked, his expression shifting from mild interest to deep skepticism. He looked from your flushed face to Yuma’s serene smirk. “Seriously? I thought you hated each other and now you’re… cuddling?”

The humiliation was too much. This was a bad idea. You tried to pull your arm away, but Yuma’s grip tightened imperceptibly, anchoring you to his side. “Well, don’t say you’ve never seen it coming. All that fighting all the time…” He paused, his gaze flickering down to you with an intensity that felt far too convincing. You fought back a shiver. “It was like foreplay.”

Your cheeks ignited even more, and your whole body froze. Foreplay? You opened your mouth, sharp denial ready on your tongue. It’s all an act! He’s being insufferable! But the memory of your ex potentially lurking nearby slammed the words back down your throat. You couldn’t contradict him. Not now. The embarrassment was excruciating, but the alternative was worse. You clamped your lips shut, staring down and hoping the earth would swallow you whole.

“See?” He continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction and amusement. He gave your arm a little squeeze. “She’s shy.”

Nicholas looked between you both, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Hey, weirdly… it kinda makes sense? You two are always in each other’s space, bickering like an old married couple.”

You wished everybody would just shut up. Maybe this was worse than them not buying the act and compromising it.

“Exactly!” Yuma exclaimed, seizing his friend’s observation. He leaned his head against yours, his temples brushing your hair. “It’s our unique brand. Keeps things spicy and entertaining, right, sweetheart?”

You managed a strangled noise that could have been both agreement and protest. At this point, you weren’t so sure anymore.

Maki looked like he was going to be sick again. “Unique is one word for it. Disgusting is another.” He shuddered dramatically. “Just… keep the PDA to a minimum, okay? Some of us are trying to enjoy our night.”

Harua just shook his head, a small, resigned smile playing on his lips. “Whatever. You guys have always been weird together. This is just… weirder.” He turned back to Nicholas. “Okay, where to next? Goldfish scooping?”

As the group started moving again, heading towards the shimmering tubs of goldfish, Yuma didn’t release your arm. Instead, he shifted his hold, his hand sliding down to intertwine his fingers with yours. Your breath hitched. Holding hands? Was this strictly necessary for the act? You shot him a questioning, slightly panicked look.

He just winked, his smirk softening into something dangerously close to genuine affection. “Gotta keep it convincing,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow circle of the back of your hand. “Wouldn’t want anyone thinking we’re faking it, would we?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, pulling you firmly towards the bustling goldfish scooping stalls. Lanterns reflected in the shallow tubs filled with darting flashes of orange and white. Taki was already crouched intently, his tongue poking out in concentration as he maneuvered the fragile paper scoop through the water. Nicholas cheered him on, the giant panda plushie leaning precariously against his leg, along with the others.

You and Yuma stopped a few feet behind Taki, close enough to watch but not crowd him. The cool night air did little to soothe the heat radiating from where Yuma’s hand held yours.

He gave your fingers one last, deliberate squeeze before releasing them. You barely had a second to register the loss of contact, the cool air rushing in, when he stepped behind you.

His presence enveloped you before his touch did. You felt the warmth of his chest against your back, the fabric of his yukata brushing the one of yours. Then, his arms slid around your waist, crossing loosely just below your ribs. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, his cheek brushing your hair. His breath ghosted warm against the shell of your ear.

You froze. Completely. Every nerve ending screamed. The chatter of the crowd, Taki’s frustrated groan as another scoop ripped, Maki’s distant haggling… it all faded into a dull roar. All you could feel was Yuma’s warmth at your back, the weight of his chin, the casual intimacy of his hold. It was too much. Way too much.

“You’re overdoing it,” you hissed, your voice tight with panic and something else entirely. You dug your nails lightly into the wrist resting on your waist, a silent plea for him to back off.

Yuma didn’t even flinch. If anything, his hold tightened, pulling you fractionally closer against him. “Or maybe you’re just not used to being touched like this,” he murmured, his lips brushing your hair. His thumb, resting just above your hipbone, began tracing slow, deliberate circles through your clothing. The touch was light, almost idle, but it burned. “Relax. We’re selling it, remember? Look natural.”

Natural? How could you possibly look natural when he was wrapped around you like a vine, his thumb setting your skin on fire? You forced yourself to stare fixedly at Taki’s futile efforts, trying to ignore the way your heart hammered against your ribs, loud enough you were sure Yuma could feel it vibrating through your back.

“Your hair smells nice, by the way.” He shifted slightly, his chin nudging your shoulder so he could see Taki better, but his arms remained firmly around you.

He smelled good, too. And as much as you wanted to shove him off, there was a part of you, deep down, a traitorous, hidden part, that craved to melt back into the unexpected comfort of his hold. The solid warmth at your back, the rhythmic tracing of his thumb, the low rumble of his voice commenting on Taki’s disastrous scooping technique… it was oddly soothing.

After the goldfish debacle, the group migrated through the festival. Every step was accompanied by Yuma’s infuriatingly perfect "boyfriend" act. He kept your hand firmly clasped in his, his thumb continuing its maddening circles. He called you ridiculous nicknames like “sweetheart” or “princess,” each one delivered with that smirk, designed to make you sputter. He’d pull you closer if the crowd jostled you, his arm slipping possessively around your shoulders or waist. He’d lean down to murmur comments only you could hear, his breath warm on your ear, making your pulse skip whether you wanted it to or not.

That and the way he’d steady you after you tripped on uneven pavement, his relentless comments on your rosy cheeks, and him buying you your favorite food at various stalls.

It was infuriating but also… surprisingly convincing.

The first distant boom echoed through the night air, followed by a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Fireworks!” Taki yelled, pointing towards the riverbank where the display was set up. “Come on, hurry!” Nicholas urged, grabbing Maki’s sleeve.

The group surged with the flow of people, all heading towards the best viewing spots along the river. The lantern-lit paths became rivers of people themselves, moving as one.

Yuma’s grip on your hand tightened, pulling you close against him to navigate the press of bodies. His arm came securely around your back, shielding you from the jostling. “Stay close,” he murmured, his voice serious for a fleeting second before the smirk returned. “Wouldn’t want to lose my girlfriend in the crowd.”

You elbowed him, but there was no real force behind it this time. The crowd was intense, and his presence was an anchor. You found a relatively clear spot near the water's edge, and the group was reforming around you. Harua and Taki squeezed in beside Nicholas and Maki, all craning their necks expectantly. Yuma positioned himself directly behind you, his chest pressed against your back, again his hands resting lightly on your hips.

The first firework exploded high above the river in a shower of silver sparks, painting the night sky and reflecting in the dark water. A chorus of “Oohs” rose from the crowd.

You tilted your head back, mesmerized by the cascading colors. The bursts of light illuminated the sea of upturned faces around you. And then, your gaze snagged.

He was there again. Maybe twenty feet away.

He wasn’t alone this time. Maybe he wasn’t earlier, but you weren’t observant enough. A girl was tucked under his arm, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched the fireworks. He was smiling down at her, a relaxed, happy smile you hadn’t seen directed at you in months, maybe ever. They looked… comfortable. Together.

A strange pang shot through your chest. Not jealousy, exactly. More like… a hollow ache of finality, mixed with a confusing swirl of embarrassment. Seeing him move on so easily, so publicly, while you were tangled in this ridiculous, confusing charade with Yuma… it made you feel foolish. Your breath hitched, and you quickly looked away, back up at the sky, but the image was seared into your mind. The happy couple under the fireworks.

“What’s wrong?” Yuma’s voice was low, close to your ear, cutting through the booming fireworks and crowd noise. His hands on your hips tightened slightly. He’d felt the subtle tension ripple through you.

You shook your head minutely, keeping your face tilted upwards. “Nothing. Just… the fireworks. They’re loud.” Your voice sounded strained even to your own ears.

Yuma didn’t buy it. You felt him shift behind you, his gaze scanning the crowd in the direction you’d been looking. His body went still against yours. You didn’t need to see his face to know he’d spotted them. The easy, teasing energy radiating from him vanished, replaced by a sudden, focused stillness.

The sky erupted in a massive, synchronized burst of blue and white, showering the river in light. In the brilliant illumination, you risked another glance.

He was looking right at you. And then, his gaze flickered to Yuma standing so close behind you, hands possessively on your hips. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. It wasn't jealous. It was… condescending. Amused. Like he saw right through your pathetic little act.

Humiliation, sharp and cold, washed over you. You wanted to disappear.

Before you could react, before you could even pull away from Yuma, his hands slid from your hips. One arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The other hand came up, fingers gently but insistently tilting your chin away from him.

You turned your head, confusion warring with the lingering sting of humiliation. Yuma’s face was inches from yours. The colorful flashes of the fireworks danced across his features – the determined set of his jaw, the intensity in his dark eyes that held none of his usual teasing glint. There was only fierce focus and something else… something protective and startlingly tender.

His gaze dropped to your lips.

And then he leaned down to crash his own against yours.

It wasn’t a demanding kiss, nor was it the playful, teasing peck you might have expected from him. It was soft. Deliberate. Incredibly sweet. His lips brushed against yours with a gentle pressure that stole your breath.

The world narrowed to the feel of his mouth on yours, the warmth of his arm around your waist, the scent of a summer night, and him enveloping you. The booming fireworks, the cheering crowd, the smirking face of your ex… it all faded into a distant hum.

He didn’t deepen it, just held the soft contact for a few heartbeats that stretched into an eternity. When he finally pulled back, just far enough to look into your wide, stunned eyes, his thumb brushed lightly over your cheekbone where a traitorous blush was surely blooming.

The usual smirk was absent. In its place was a soft, almost vulnerable expression you’d never seen on him before, illuminated by the starburst of pink and silver exploding overhead.

The world tilted. The grand finale erupted overhead. A deafening crescendo of gold and crimson, but the colors seemed muted, distant. All you saw was Yuma’s face, inches from yours, his dark eyes wide, vulnerable, his thumb still tracing the heated line of your cheekbone.

A choked sound escaped you. Not a word, just a breathless gasp. You jerked back instinctively, breaking the fragile connection, your hand flying to your tingling lips. Humiliation warred with the lingering sweetness of his mouth, the phantom pressure of his arm around your waist.

"Yuma—" you stammered, your voice barely a whisper over the fading cheers of the crowd.

He didn’t let you finish. His gaze, still intense but now clouded with a flicker of his usual defiance mixed with something raw, snapped towards the spot where your ex had been. The condescending smirk was gone, replaced by a scowl before the ex quickly looked away, pulling the girl closer.

Mission accomplished, perhaps, but the victory felt hollow, shattered by the seismic shift that kiss had caused.

Without a word, Yuma’s hand closed firmly around your wrist. Not gentle, not playful. Possessive. Urgent. "Come on,"he said, his voice rough, devoid of its usual teasing lilt. He didn’t look at you, his jaw tight as he scanned the dispersing crowd.

He pulled you away from the group before anyone could comment. You stumbled after him, your mind reeling, your wrist burning where his fingers gripped you.

He wove through the thinning crowd, away from the main lantern-lit paths, past shuttered game stalls and vendors packing up. The sounds of the festival grew muffled, replaced by the chirping of crickets and the distant thrum of bass from a closing food stall’s speakers.

He led you behind a cluster of tall, empty food stalls, their canvas sides flapping softly in the night breeze. The air smelled faintly of soy sauce and grease, mixed with damp earth. Moonlight filtered through the gaps, casting long, distorted shadows. It wasn’t truly private, but it was quiet, shielded from the main flow of people.

He finally stopped, releasing your wrist only to turn and face you fully. The vulnerability was gone, replaced by a familiar, infuriating intensity, but it was charged now, crackling with the unspoken weight of the kiss you two had just shared. His chest rose and fell slightly faster than usual. He raked a hand through his hair, the gesture uncharacteristically agitated.

"Well?" he demanded, his voice low and tight. "Going to yell at me now? Call me insane? Tell me I overstepped?" His eyes challenged you, daring you to deny the spark that had ignited between his lips and yours. "Go ahead. I know you want to."

The dam broke. Weeks, months, years of pent-up frustration–the teasing, the bickering, the way he could unravel you with a smirk, the confusing heat that always simmered beneath your annoyance, surged to the surface.

It wasn’t just anger at the kiss; it was fury at him, for making you feel this way, for blurring every line until you couldn’t tell disdain from desperate attraction.

"You—" You launched yourself at him, not to shove him away, but to silence him. Your hands fisted in the front of his yukata, crumpling the striped fabric all over again, and you pulled his face down to yours, crashing your lips against his.

This time, it lacked the softness from earlier. It wasn't sweet. It was fierce, messy, fueled by two years of tangled emotions finally erupting. Teeth clacked, noses bumped. It was less a kiss and more a collision, a battle for dominance you were suddenly determined to win.

You poured every ounce of that simmering, disguised attraction-the heat that flared when he whispered in your ear, the jolt when his thumb brushed your skin, the infuriating way your heart raced just because he existed-into the kiss.

Yuma made a surprised noise against your mouth, but it quickly morphed into a low growl of response. His hands flew to your waist, hauling you flush against him. He met your aggression head-on, his lips moving hungrily against yours, his fingers digging into the silk at your hips.

The playful mask was gone, obliterated by raw, reciprocated intensity. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like every barbed comment and teasing smirk had been leading here.

He broke away for a ragged breath, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes blazing. "Always… fucking… fighting me," he panted, his voice thick. Before you could retort, his mouth was back on yours, hotter, deeper. His tongue swept against your lower lip, demanding entry, and you granted it with a gasp that turned into a moan you didn't recognize as your own. One of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair, tilting your head for better access.

You bit his lip, not gently. A sharp intake of breath, then a dark chuckle vibrated against your mouth. "That's it," he murmured, the words swallowed by another searing kiss. "Show me how much you hate me, sweetheart." His hand in your hair tightened possessively.

You didn't hate him. The realization slammed into you with the force of his body against yours. The "disdain" had been a shield, paper-thin and flammable. What burned beneath it was pure, undiluted want.

The heat of his skin through the fabric, the taste of him, the desperate way his hands roamed your back, your waist, sliding dangerously close to the curve of your hip… it incinerated every pretense.

Your hands slid from his chest to tangle in the hair at his nape, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matched his own.

The bickering didn't stop; it transformed. It was in the nip of teeth, the scrape of nails against his scalp, the breathless gasps exchanged between kisses.

"Fucking insufferable," you gasped against his mouth, arching into him.

"Admit it," he growled, his lips trailing fire down your jaw to the sensitive spot below your ear. "You love winding me up."

"Shut up," you breathed, tilting your head to give him better access, a shiver wracking your body as his teeth grazed your skin. "Just… shut up and kiss me."

He obeyed, capturing your lips again with a hunger that stole your breath and your thoughts.

The world narrowed to the frantic beat of your hearts, the slick heat of his mouth, the desperate slide of fabric, and the terrifying, exhilarating truth: this wasn't an act anymore.

This was the detonation of two years of tension disguised as disdain, finally revealing the fierce, undeniable attraction that had been there all along.

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haniithepooh · 1 month ago

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wonbin (riize) gifs by @keeyun

riize is 7 btw

f2u cred if repost ty4req!

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haniithepooh · 9 months ago

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perv bsf!bonedo

req - could you imagine bonedo as your bestfriend and theyre lowk freaky and a perv for you

warnings: the boys are kinda (really) icky, 18+ mdni !! panty stealing/sniffing, non consented recording, manipulation? idk… also ty @tsandoll for helping me w some of these 🫶🏽 the rest of the members under the cut !! <3

sungho

super subtle about it

youd never guess he was so pervy

everyone else around you guys would definitely know sungho had some sort of crush on you, but you’re oblivious to it and think its just him being a gentleman and good friend

buys you whatever you want, will even buy you clothes if you talk about needing some new outfits. ends up dressing you up the way he likes and gets turned on seeing you in the outfits he bought for you

“do you think this looks good?” and he’s nodding and trying his best to not pop a boner in front of you

you’re at a party? sungho is gonna be your plus one. he doesn’t even care about your complaints about him “scaring the hoes” cuz you get touchy when you get under the influence and he’s going to be there for you and enjoy the next few hours of you clinging to him

he even lowkey sabotages any relationship you could possibly have, tells people you two are dating/fucking and leaves you to wonder why none of the people you’ve been interested in ever pay you any mind.

when he comes to your house he has to fight the urge to sniff all of your clothes and your sheets. you just smell so good to him, and he knows if he gets a hard enough whiff he might get hard.

when he jerks off, he’s imagining its your hand, he’s imagining what your mouth would feel like wrapped around him, and he imagines how you’d look taking his cock.

goes through your messages together with his phone in hand while the other one is wrapped around his cock, playing back the voice messages you’ve sent him before to help him get off. then once he’s cum to the thought of you he’s calling you and talking to you like nothing happened.

riwoo

shy boy. its a little more obvious that he’s a little pervert, and you’re using that to your advantage.

he’s acting really innocent but he knows exactly what he’s doing. he just might be a little clumsy with it, which is ultimately how you figured out his perv agenda.

gets hard so fast, and you constantly touching him doesn’t help his case at all

you invite him over, he’s running to your bathroom to quickly jerk off. he tries to be quiet, but he fails miserably.

“riwoo? are you okay in there?” you’re smirking behind the door and he doesn’t even realize how obvious it is that he’s in there getting himself off, and by the way he stutters a weak “y-yeah im fine!” you know exactly what he’s doing.

he’s a bed/pillow humper. when you two have sleepovers, and you fall asleep before him, he’s putting a pillow over his dick and softly thrusting into it, even sometimes he’ll do that when you’re awake, just really slowly and subtly so you dont notice. but when you’re asleep, he’s more shameless. eagerly humping the pillow or even humping the mattress while he stares at your sleeping body.

sometimes he’ll just jerk off as fast as he can, staring at your figure while you sleep. he’s edging himself, each time your body twitches or you turn in your sleep he stops touching himself, so close to cumming but he doesn’t want to get caught. he cums quick the nights you wear something loose or something more revealing, because he can move the fabric to see exactly what he needs to get to his climax.

whatever he does while you’re asleep you’re not aware of, but you know that you catch him staring a little too hard at your cleavage sometimes or catch him looking at your ass

touchy with you and he tries to say its just friendly touching, but no friend keeps their hand right at the bottom of their friends back before the curve of their ass, or rests their hands or head on their friends tits when they watch movies.

jaehyun

a little shameless about it, but he’s always scared out of his mind that you’ll find him gross

the flirting he does with you is a bit more flirty than his usual, sometimes leaving you flustered but you mask it well.

“a little kissing never hurt a friendship” while he looks at you with his big puppy eyes. all you can do is stare at him and laugh because no way he’s serious.

“jaehyun… you’re staring at my tits again” “sorry! sorry… they’re just… so nice…” and he’s absolutely not sorry

dirty little panty sniffer. super scared of getting caught though, but he ends up snitching on himself

“definitely wasnt going through your stuff while you were in the bathroom” no one accused you of doing that but if you say so…

touchy as fuck. like youve never met someone as touchy as jaehyun. and you know he means no harm, so you let him cop a feel from time to time

back to the panty sniffing, also a pillow humper. will steal a different pair of your panties each week, ruin them completely and then return them like nothing happened (he’ll wash them first of course, he doesn’t want to get caught)

he even knows about the box you keep in your bedside drawer, the one with your toys in it. jerks off to the thought of you fucking yourself open with your dildo, wishes that he could be the one fucking you instead. wishes he could press your vibrator on your clit while he stretches you out on his cock.

taesan

also a shy perv

but he’s a lot bolder than youd think

thinks with his dick… once his dick twitches his mind goes blank

since he’s tall, he’s definitely using this to his advantage. its a lot easier for him to stare down your shirt with this angle

he might get a little bold sometimes and take a pic under your skirt

has a whole folder of “off guard” photos of you, every time he takes one you’re trying to grab his phone to see the pic but he refuses, telling you that its for his eyes only and that youll try to delete them - whole time he had taken various panty shots and other body pics

steals your panties, goes through your clothes bin and sniffs them until he feels dizzy and his cock is straining in his pants.

he tries to be subtle about everything and he’s mostly successful, never catching him doing anything out of the ordinary and anything he asks you to do for him doesn’t seem too off putting

if you’re complaining to him about a guy you’ve been talking to, he’s asking you what they do that gives you the ick and what they do that makes you like them a little more

he makes sure you’re comfortable with him always, there’s never been tmi between the both of you so you feel comfortable telling him about your sex stories - he listens super intensely, and at night he’s humping his mattress at the thought of fucking you just the way you like, because he knows he’d be better than any of the guys youve been fucking

he’s also cumming loudly with your name leaving his lips repeatedly. he wishes he could send you a pic of his stomach covered in his cum and tell you that you’re the reason he came so much

having trouble deciding what type of revealing pics to send to a guy? taesan is telling you that you should send it to him first, so he can tell you from a guys perspective if its good, and will definitely ask you for multiple pictures for “options”

he couldn’t care less what you sent to someone else, as long as he always got access to the pics first and he was definitely going to be jerking off to them later.

leehan

another shameless perv… but he’s really shameless - he’s touchy, he compliments you, he even purposely tries to get you flustered

once he gets the reaction he wants out of you he’s just laughing, and he’ll go back to doing the same thing over and over

lets you believe he’s just joking around with you, even though he’s so serious

“can i eat you out as a friend?” “leehan stop, you play around too much” and there was absolutely no hint of joking around in his voice

whenever you stay over at his place he tells you that you can leave your old clothes with him, that he’ll wash them for you so you have clothes when you come over

before he washes them he’s definitely jerking off with your panties, he might even put them in his mouth cuz he’s a sick freak like that….

and whenever you two are on the phone he’s most likely going to jerk off to the sound of your voice

“leehan, are you okay?” “m’fine, just keep telling me about your day” and he has to mute his mic when he cums - might be a little bold and let you hear it

with him being touchy, anyone would think you were a couple with how comfortable he was touching you however he pleased - seriously, why was he gripping your ass in the middle of the store?

pet names!! darling, princess, he’ll even call you a good girl sometimes just to gauge your reaction. might ask you to grab something for him and he’s like “such good girl for me” and you’re left feeling hot all over and confused about your feelings (even if leehan was insanely straightforward)

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haniithepooh · 9 months ago

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the longer hair suits him so much

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haniithepooh · 9 months ago

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here's this because some people are not understanding the severity of this situation and what it means for riize, artists under sm, and k-pop artists in general. what happened with seunghan, from the moment he debuted to now, is a reflection of toxic, mentally and emotionally damaging standards in the industry and the country in general. when rapists are given more grace than teenagers who smoked a cigarette, that's when you know shit is fucked beyond repair. things need to change. it's not normal for idols to put their human needs second, it's not normal for companies to be listening to psychotic, delusional, gotham level villain "fans" over members actually apart of a group. these are real people with real dreams; they want to make music and perform and there is absolutely ZERO reason they need to turn into robots, walk on eggshells, and be subject to absolutely batshit hate comments and be looked at under a microscope every second of the day. please understand this as something much bigger than it is. this isn't gonna go away soon, people are gonna be angry for a really long time, riize will never be the same again.

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haniithepooh · 9 months ago

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BOYCOTT RIIZE

hi. by the looks of my layout, i believe it is pretty obvious that i am a briize and as a briize, if you are supporting riize or keeping up with them and engaging with their official content, i am begging all of you to STOP IMMEDIATELY.

please please please please please BOYCOTT RIIZE. do not support any of their future content, releases, albums, etc.

this is not hate towards the boys but to SM Entertainment themselves who have failed to protect seunghan as a person and as their artist.

as a briize, i cannot, in good conscious, allow them to move forward under a company that listened to the minority who were BITCH WHINING about a member who had an ex girlfriend and smoked. this is not normal. whatever the ot6 side of the fandom has done is completely psychotic and inhumane. sending 1000 funeral wreaths to a person who is alive and wishing him death for simply breaking their parasocial delusion is unforgivable and should not be tolerated whatsoever.

i am humbly asking for everyone's support on this.

PETITION:

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haniithepooh · 9 months ago

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a bit of a lengthy read, but i think it's important to see this too. again, these are only assumptions based on facts that the fans have gathered. nothing is confirmed yet.

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haniithepooh · 11 months ago

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you know what I miss rn? The niche desi fandoms that were hyperactive for a while and slowly fizzled out. So many friendships were born out of these fandoms. There three that were the most impactful out of these for me. So RIP Bahubali Fandom, RRR Fandom and Ponniyin Selvan Fandom. Also are y'all still sneaking out here?

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haniithepooh · 11 months ago

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jaemin is the sweetest after sex. he'll pepper your face with kisses before rushing to grab a towel. gently wiping any mess off of you, watching your reaction to make sure he's not hurting you. you'd whine and groan, sensitive to his touch.

"jaem, it's sore, let me just lay here, please."

he'd chuckle at your whines, grabbing your arms to pull you up into a sitting position before pecking your lips.

"as much as i'd love to just lay here with you baby, we need to clean up okay? you'll thank me in the morning."

he'd let out a grunt as he picks you up bridal style, sitting you softly into the tub as he begins to run some warm water. you'd hum, warm water instantly soothing your muscles. jaemin lifts you gently, getting under you before massaging some shampoo into your hair.

"oh my god jaem that feels so good."

you'd moan at the sensation, making jaemin laugh,

"you sure love saying that don't you baby, guess i'm just the expert at making you feel so good."

you slapped his leg laughing at his childish joke.

"very funny jae- oh! wait, right there, that's the spot."

jaemin knew all of your sensitive spots.

the bath was quick filled with giggling and kisses. now your eyes were heavy with sleep as he dried your hair, softly running the comb through it, making sure to not pull too hard. he'd kiss your cheek before scooting up on the bed, opening the covers before patting the spot next to him. you'd slowly crawl into bed next to him, slotting yourself in his open arms, head placed on his chest.

"you're the best jaem thank you, everything you do is perfect."

you'd feel his chest vibrate as he hums in response, hand coming up to rub your back.

"you deserve it my pretty girl, everything needs to be perfect because you're perfect."

all he'd hear is a little mhm before he'd feel your body get heavy, soft snores coming out of your lips. he'd kiss your forehead softly, pulling the covers up further to cover you both.

"sleep well my baby, i love you."

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haniithepooh · 1 year ago

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leehan + fingering

a/n: his hands are pretty. that’s it. that’s all i have to say.

warnings: inexperienced!reader, fem!reader, leehan is slightly inexperienced, fingering ofc, making out/bit of spit, dirty talk, bit of a praise kink, some insecurity/worrying, use of the names baby, pretty girl, my girl, and princess (again i went overboard… this is kinda graphic & way too long)

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI.

when you first started dating, you told leehan upfront that you hadn’t really explored your sexuality. when you brought up intimacy with him, he also shared that he didn’t have ton of experience either, making your heart calm down a bit. him being him, he was so kind and understanding. he never pressured you, never made you feel like you had to have sex at any point. he was willing to wait for your comfort, telling you that he doesn’t mind at all to be patient and that the ball is in your court. he wanted you to initiate things, so that he knew it was what you really wanted. that whole conversation was basically just him showing off how much of a green flag man he is, and again, you felt that same sense of relief.

to this day, you still haven’t really done anything with him besides making out. you wanted him, of course you did. your heart yearned for him, you wanted to make him feel good. you wanted to see what he looks like when he’s overcome with pleasure. you wanted to hear the sounds he makes caused by your body, your hands, your mouth. your nerves just got in the way of things, until today.

you were riled up all day, not knowing how to handle yourself. you kept thinking about what it would feel like to finally have leehan inside you; the sounds, the sensations, the love that would be shared. you two spent the day together and it seemed like everything he did somehow turned you on. you especially felt like his hands were making you go crazy. your boyfriend had the prettiest hands ever. you wondered what it would feel like to have them inside you, sliding in and out while he watches you, hopefully praising you. god, you knew it would feel so good to get praised by him. have him tell you how pretty you look when you fall apart-

“baby, are you doing okay? you seem like you’ve been out of it?” he asked you as you two sat on the couch together. you completely zoned out while thinking about him. “yeah- i’m fine, just a little bit stressed i think?” you responded, to which he pouted slightly while thinking for a moment. his eyes lit up as if something clicked and he looked at you with a sweet smile before saying, “how about we go on a night drive? we can talk and you can tell me everything that’s on your mind?” you nodded in agreement, but were freaking out on the inside. the thought of being in such a closed space with him made your heart rate go up.

you drove around a bit, before finding a nice parking lot that was pretty much empty. you put the car in park, while keeping it on so you could have some chill music softly playing in the background. you sat there in silence for a moment, before he broke it by asking “wanna get in the back?” you nodded as you both climbed in the back, but you made sure you were sitting as far from him as possible.

“what’s wrong? did i do something?” he asked you as he noticed immediately the distance you put between the two of you. he never misses anything. “no! i promise it’s not you- i’m just stressed.” he looked at you for a bit, noticing how you refused to make eye contact with him, before asking “but why are you so stressed?” you took a big deep breath in, feeling as though you should just be honest about the fact that your body craved him. fuck it, might as well spit it out before he starts to worry that he did something wrong.

“it’s just embarrassing- but… i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day.” you admitted as your cheeks started heating up. he smiled at you, “but i’m right here? why would you be thinking about me?” he asked in sincerity. you couldn’t believe he didn’t get the hint at first, maybe he just thought you were so innocent that sex wasn’t really on your mind or something. you sighed in defeat, “leehan, i can’t stop thinking about your hands. i’m curious, i guess? i mean if it’s okay-“ he interrupted you, knowing you were about to go on a tangent, “what? that’s not embarrassing at all. it’s natural to want your lover.” he said in a gentle, but deep voice. god, even his voice was enough to make your pussy leak. “can we… maybe do something?” you asked as you hid behind your hands, feeling your face get even warmer. he scooted over to get closer to you. he moved your hands away so he could see you, and he had a soft smile on his lips as he asked “yes. are you sure, though?” you nodded enthusiastically, feeling like your body was on fire with how much you needed him.

“just relax for me, pretty girl.” he whispered as he got even closer to you, kissing your forehead, closing the space between you two. his soft, full lips melted into yours as he kissed you with such passionate. just the feeling of his lips on yours was enough to have your head spinning and your insides doing somersaults. his tongue made its way into your mouth, playing with your own. his hand pushed back a few strands of your hair behind your ear, then started caressing your cheek. you broke the kiss, both of you out of breath, before you whispered “more” to him. you attacked his own lips with yours; this kiss was much messier and full of desperation. you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him close to you. he broke the kiss, a bit of saliva still connecting the two of you. “gonna take such good care of you.” he said as he gave you another soft kiss then started kissing your neck, nipping at your soft skin, making you moan out. “leehan, please, i need you” you whined as you felt like if he didn’t touch you, you might combust.

“so needy. what am i gonna do with you?” he laughed lightly as he pulled back to look at you. “you’re so beautiful… can i take care of you?” he asked as he gestured to your bottoms. you quickly nodded your head and even started to take off your bottoms for him, making him chuckle at how eager you were. he gently moved your hands, wanting to do it for you, and he took them off so you were only in your panties. he took a deep breath in as he was able to see the big wet patch. “so wet already, you must have been aching for me, huh?” he questioned, and once again you nodded with a “mhmm” as a response. he brought his hand to your clothed cunt, his index finger just barely traced the wet spot, making you flinch. he barely touched you and your body was already so sensitive. the way you flinched made your body start to heat up, getting embarrassed at how needy you must seem. “s-sorry about that…” you apologized with your head down. he immediately picked your chin up, so you were looking directly at him. “you’re okay, princess, gonna make you feel so good.” he said as he looked at you with a sudden look of concentration. “can i take your panties off?” he asked as he started circling the large wet spot again, and smirked as you immediately let out a breathless “yes.”

he practically ripped your panties off your body, staring at your now fully exposed pussy. he went in for another kiss, then asked “can i touch you?” “i think i’ll die if you don’t” you admitted to him, causing him to laugh. he took his index and middle fingers into his mouth, making sure to coat them well before taking them out. you felt yourself clench around nothing as you watched him do probably the hottest thing you have ever seen someone do, and he must have noticed as he asked you “like what you see?” he raised his eyebrow. you were going to answer before he took his two fingers, gliding them between your folds.

you were so sensitive, you let out a moan as this sensation was completely new to you. just the feeling of his fingers sliding between your soaking folds felt like electricity was coursing through your body. he focused on only using his middle finger, swirling it along your clit. you felt butterflies in your stomach and felt a fire in your tummy as you whined for him to just enter you already. he smirked, making his way down to your entrance, slowly pushing into the opening. he took his time, not pumping his fingers just yet, he wanted you to really feel it. he wanted you to be comfortable. shortly after, he slowly started moving in and out.

you whimpered at the feeling as this was something you had never experienced before, you didn’t want to be too much so you were trying so hard to contain yourself. “you’re so pretty like this, trying so hard to keep it together. i can tell, you know?” he said as he continued easing his middle finger in and out of your soaking cunt. “f-feels good, but is embarrassing” you said, which just motivated him to start going faster. “it’s not, i want you to let go and give me everything.” he said as he started curling his finger up, gently hitting that one extra sensitive spot in your body. you threw your head back, the feeling becoming too much, and gave into his wishes. “f-fuck leehan.” you moaned out. “that’s it, let me hear those pretty moans.” he encouraged you as he kept fucking you with his finger. “want me to add another?” he asked as he thought he could make you feel even better. “mhmm,” you whimpered out as he added a second finger. his pace slowed, making sure you experienced not a single ounce of discomfort, until you grabbed onto his wrist. “don’t- um… don’t go slow…” you told him, getting a look of surprise from him in response, which quickly turned into a grin.

he started picking up the pace, sliding his fingers in and out quickly, but not too quickly. you couldn’t hold back your moans, it was all too much. a wet sound started to fill the entire car and you covered your face with your hands again out of embarrassment. “what’s wrong?” he asked and you just whined out, “sounds so embarrassing.” “i promise, it’s not, here, feel.” he assured you by taking one of your hands and putting it on his hard cock. “it’s making me so hard, seeing my girl like this.” he said as he continued focusing on you, you softly squeezed his cock in his pants, causing him to pause for a split second. he took a sharp breath in and went back to you, this caused you to become curious. you started pawing at his pants, noticing a similar wet spot like the one you had just moments ago. he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that spot again to distract you from his cock. he wanted you to cum before all else and he was more than determined to make that happen.

you clawed at his bicep, clinging onto it as you fell victim to his hand. you felt a weird tingling sensation in your belly, you’ve felt it before when you touch yourself. however, it felt different this time, as if it were 10x more intense. “l-leehan-fuck!” you cried out as his thumb started rubbing at your clit. “close? is my pretty girl going to cum for me?” he said as he continued fucking you with his fingers. “yes! gonna cum so hard for you.” you told him, not even phased anymore as those words left your mouth. “yeah, princess? is your cute little pussy gonna gush for me?” you felt that same electric feeling like your nerves were slowly being set alight one by one. “yes! yes! just keep going, please” you rambled on as you were right there on the edge. he came close to your ear, whispering to you in that heavenly deep voice of his, “i’m so proud of you, my good girl.” that was it, that statement alone caused you to fall apart immediately. your orgasm hitting you so hard you could barely breath. you cried out his name, your back arching as he rode you through the euphoria.

“that’s it, feels good right?” he smiled at you as he watched you come down from the most intense high you’ve ever experienced. you could only nod at him, feeling your eyes become heavy. he slowly took his fingers out, making sure to lick up all your essence with not a drop left behind. the sight caused a shiver to run up your spine. he grabbed your discarded clothes, dressing you with care. “you feel okay?” he said as he kissed your forehead. “do i feel okay? i feel like so good i can’t think right now, that was insane.” you admitted and he went in to kiss you. his lips against yours were much softer as if he was trying to tell you just how much he loved you through it.

once your brain cleared up, you realized he was probably still hard. “can i touch you?” you asked with a pout. “don’t worry about it tonight, baby, we have all the time in the world for that.” he said as he grabbed you in for a hug. “i love you. thank you for letting me make you feel good and trusting me.” he said as he wrapped a secure arm around your body. you felt your heart explode in your chest at his sweet words. “i-i love you too, you’re so special to me.” he smiled at your words, and squeezed you tighter. “so let’s talk about that praise kink of yours-“ “my WHAT?”

you spent the rest of your night in each other’s arms. you talked about anything and everything. it wasn’t awkward after like you expected it to be, in fact, you felt even closer to him. it was such a sweet, but extremely sexy, experience and you were happy you got to have it with him. you went to bed that night in his arms, feeling extra loved and extra satisfied.

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