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[bp-zb1fics]

doll~

pairing: leejeong x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: heavily suggestive themes, smut

wc: 736

summary: jeonghyeon really needs more self control (lmao no he doesn't)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!!

tw/tags: plot where? flirting, implied nudity, kisses, making out, lap sitting, hair pulling, name calling (doll), fingering, riding, choking, pre-negotiated safeword/signal, leejeongs a lil wild but v soft for u

a/n for 🐺 anon ty for sharing the dream that inspired this short, spicy and spontaneous fic and for @yunacoeur bc our little leejeong obsessed squad won’t be complete without your hype energy ily both 💜 enjoy this fic and the lil mood board I made to destroy our sanity. I hope you dream of him tonight!

You’re in bed when he gets home.

It’s late. He’s missed you. You’re all sleepy and soft and fuzzy around the edges, whining as the light from the hallway filters in when he opens the door. 

“Leejeong-yah!” God, he hates it when you call him that. (He really doesn’t)

“I’m home.” He announces. 

“Yeah, no shit.” You groan, sitting up, running a hand through your mussed up hair.

His response promptly goes flying out the window along with the rest of his sanity. 

You’re wearing his shirt. And what looks like absolutely nothing else. Jeonghyeon takes a deep breath. He needs to control himself. Really, if he lost his shit everytime you did something like this, he’d literally have a heart attack.

Still his eyes wander down to the sliver of skin between the hem of his shirt and the sheets. You shift a little as he stays quiet. Oh, you’re definitely not wearing anything else.

“Jeonghyeonie?”

“Hmmm?..” No, he’s definitely not moving closer, his legs just have a mind of their own, is all.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He says absentmindedly. Oh look, he’s on the bed now.

“Like…this…” You’re suddenly faint, he’s right in front of you, his legs bracketing your bare ones, his arms more or less pinning you against the bed frame.

Okay, maybe Jeonghyeon’s a little crazy right now but who can blame him when you look like that? Cheeks flushed, gaze bashfully trying to avoid his. Well that won’t do. 

The edges of his mouth quirk upwards, just a little, before his hand is tilting your chin up and his lips meet yours. It lingers, sweet and needy and just leejeong. He pulls away briefly just to say”

“I missed you.” And then he’s kissing you again, hotter and hungrier. You can’t help as your fingers fly to his hair, tugging at the strands.

Jeonghyeon snaps, a hand snaking around your waist and flipping you over so he’s leaning against the bed frame, you on his lap. His shirt is all rucked up, exposing your bare thighs and well, everything. He runs his fingers over your skin reverently, leaving goosebumps in his wake, all the heat pooling between your legs where he’s pressed, firm and straining.

“Pretty doll.” He murmurs and you whimper, just a little. Jeonghyeon doesn’t even bother to undress, slicking up his fingers and opening you up for him, other hand cupping the back of your neck to hold you close.

“You’re so good for me.” He praises as you get shaky, hands gripping to the back of his shirt as his fingers send jolts of heat up your spine.

Your boyfriend can’t help but call your name as he slides in, saying it like a prayer, holding onto your hips for dear life as he breathes heavily, jaw clenching. Then, he wraps one hand loosely around your throat and pauses. Jeonghyeon looks at you, a tentative question.

“Okay?” You nod. “You know that I’ll stop if you tell me to stop?” Another clear nod. “And if you can’t talk?” You give him the signal you agreed on. “Okay I’ll-”

Fingers tighten around your neck and you gasp as he coaxes your hips up only for gravity to bring them back down. Both of your breaths stutter, your more than his. He’s slow at first, glancing up every few seconds to check on you. But soon, his pace becomes frantic and you can only cry out faintly, warm fingers cutting off your airflow.

“You feel…” He whispers into your ear, almost as overwhelmed by the sensation as you were. “You’re doing well, doll.” You swear you nearly white out from that alone.

Later, concerned hands carefully run over the red marks around your neck. You’re blissed out and boneless, lying on top of him, his chest still heaving.

“Good?” He asks like it’s your first time, so tentative that you can only smile.

“Very good.” You breathe out. You’re warm and cleaned up, having changed out of his soiled shirt into another one, still his of course. He’s in his pajamas too, hair still a little damp from the bath you both took.

“Goodnight Leejeongie~” You murmur as you doze off. Jeonghyeon closes his eyes.

If he lost his shit everytime you did something, he’d definitely have a heart attack by now. But sometimes, you know? That didn’t seem too bad.

[zerobaseonefics]

why are you all ganging up on me about hanbin when @bp-zb1fics is not admitting hao is her bias either...... weird me thinks 🤔 how about y'all go and bully lex for her to admit 🤔

[seokmashu]

hi~ i found a zb1 quiz online and thought it would be fun to see what everyone's bias lists are 😚

⟶ zb1 bias sorter quiz!

⟶ copy & paste this link to your browser for mobile users:

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my results:

⟶ tagging: @haob1n @chxrrymxxnlight @cherriegyu @zerobaseonefics @haesunflower @bp-zb1fics @hanbeanz @zeroze + some new moots: @jjanguri @gunwookstan @hanbindans & anyone else who wants to do it!! i'm excited to see everyone's lists 😁

[jebewonmorelike]

Your Wish Is Granted

(part one) (part two) wc: 2.6k warnings: light swearing, a bit of angst, fluffy ending pronouns: none used; n/a (reader is a trainee on boys planet, but it's just a story-- you can pretend any gender is allowed to compete, it doesn't affect the story!) summary: it's been radio silence from park hanbin ever since his favoritetrainee!reader left after the second elimination. did hanbin forget about them? is he interested in someone new? and will this potential couple be able to reconcile at the finale? 👀 ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ i KNOW y'all didn't see this coming but... my pal bp-zb1fics kind of convinced me like a week ago lol everyone say thank you lexxxx. i LOVE how this turned out. this is a text AND written fic and i think it's super fun this way. i hope you enjoy this final installment of phanbin x favoritetrainee!reader :)

╭──────────.★..─╮ april 7th ╰─..★.──────────╯

~

"BITCH WHAT!?" Woongki shouts into the phone immediately after you pick up. "What happened!?"

You sigh. "Nothing happened... I guess that's the problem."

"But you kissed him!" He exclaims. "And he said he wouldn't forget about you!"

A sad laugh escapes your lips. "I thought maybe you were all just super busy preparing for the Artist Battle, and I totally understand that. But the more you texted me over the last two weeks and the longer I went with radio silence from him..."

Woongki is uncharacteristically quiet on the other end of the phone.

"What?" You ask, a little seed of worry sprouting in you. "What's wrong?"

"But I saw him on his phone every night," he says softly. "I thought he was texting you."

Your heart sinks to your stomach. Was it true? Had Hanbin really moved on to someone new?

"I'm so sorry, babe," Woongki comforts. "I don't know for sure that he was texting someone else, but..."

"But what other explanation could there be?" You finish his thought for him.

"Ugh!" He groans in frustration. "How could Hanbin do that? I never could've imagined that he'd play with your feelings like that."

You're not quite sure what to say. A lump growing in your throat, you try to force out some nonchalant response but you just can't.

"Hey," Woongki coos, clearly just as upset as you are-- if not more. "Do you want me to go beat him up for you?"

The thought of Woongki and Hanbin in a fist fight is enough to make you reluctantly laugh. "Are you sure you'd win that fight?"

"Okay, rude," he responds, a pout audible in his tone. "Seriously though. Should I go talk to him? Ask him what his deal is?"

You have to admit it's a little tempting. The past two weeks were hard enough wondering when Hanbin was finally going to send you a message. But now, thinking that it could be because he isn't interested in you anymore-- and didn't even have the decency to let you know.

"I don't think it's a good idea," you decide finally. "I don't want him knowing I've wasted so much time and energy thinking about him when he didn't miss me at all."

"(Y/N)," Woongki sighs sadly. "You don't need to feel bad for any of this. He deserves to feel bad for this!"

"I knowww," you respond softly, trying to force a smile back on your face despite the situation. "I love you, Woongki boy. You're literally the best."

"Are you free tomorrow?" He asks excitedly. "We can get boba with Seowonnie and shit talk Hanbin!"

"Count me in."

~

╭──────────.★..─╮ april 13th ╰─..★.──────────╯

~

"(Y/N)!"

The sudden call of your name as you're walking down the busy street to your favorite coffee shop. You turn back around in the direction of the sound, your eyes landing on two familiar faces standing outside the salad shoppe.

"Yo, what the hell?" Kamden calls as you walk towards them slowly. "I thought you were busy this afternoon!"

Unsure of what to say as you approach Kamden and Matthew under the shoppe awning, you try not to let your uncertainty creep onto your face. "Oh hey guys!"

"Liar," Matthew mumbles, a little suspicious pout on his lips.

You roll your eyes, a laugh now escaping you. "You guys are so needy. I'm just grabbing coffee quickly before I get back to studying."

"Look at you, smartypants," Kamden teases, taking a sip of his iced tea.

"Why are you guys all the way out in this part of the city?" You ask curiously. "Had to be a bit of a bus ride."

"Hanbin wanted to come here actually," Matthew explains with a shrug. "He said he and Taerae had been talking about it."

You frown. "Oh."

Your eyes widen when Matthew's words finally register in your brain. The whole reason you'd said no to lunch with the boys in the first place was because Hanbin would be there.

"Um, where--... Where is Hanbin?" You ask, looking around nervously.

"I knew you'd want to get a glimpse of your boyfriend," Kamden says, smirking.

Matthew shakes his head uncertainly. "Taerae and Hanbin have been attached at the hip lately. Every time I see them, they're always whispering about something."

Your eyebrows raise as you consider this. Could the person Hanbin's been texting every night be... Kim Taerae?

"Really?" Kamden asks, frowning. "I haven't noticed."

"I mean, even right now," Matthew continues, pointing to the salad shop behind him. "They're both still in there after they told us to wait outside for a minute."

Your stomach flips a bit at this revelation. Taerae had always been so supportive of your little crush on Hanbin-- even when you weren't ready to admit it yet. Had he secretly been plotting against you this whole time?

"I'm sorry guys," you apologize quickly, starting to back away from Matthew and Kamden. "I really have to get going now. Text me next time you're going out-- I'll try to make it!"

"Good luck with your schoolwork!" Matthew calls, waving at you.

Kamden smiles, but you can see the slight suspicion in his eyes. "See you soon, (Y/N)!"

You walk back in the direction of your apartment, giving up on your coffee for today.

~

╭──────────.★..─╮ april 19th ╰─..★.──────────╯

~

"Who are you texting?" Woongki asks, lying upside down on your couch-- his hair gently scraping the carpet as his face grows a bit redder every minute.

You groan, "Taerae."

"NO!" Woongki screams, haphazardly maneuvering himself until he's sitting upright. "Oh my god, what did he say?"

"He asked if I was coming tomorrow," you answer, rolling your eyes. "Obviously I'm coming tomorrow. I have to. Everybody has to."

"Yeah, right? I wonder why he'd ask you that," he muses, pushing his lips into a pout. "Maybe he wants to confront you publicly!"

You think about quiet Taerae for a moment. His big, dorky glasses, his broad, dimpled smile... his incredibly endearing loser energy. You couldn't imagine that Taerae was planning to humiliate you in front of all of your friends. On the other hand, you couldn't have imagined before a week ago that Taerae would potentially steal your crush from you.

"I doubt it," you respond.

"Hmm," Woongki hums. "I guess he could be asking for Hanbin? Being his little spy."

"Maybe," you agree, picking up your phone again and scrolling to Hanbin's contact. "You don't think this is my fault right?"

"Your fault!?" Woongki exclaims, outstretching his arms to you. You take both his hands in yours as you sit on the floor in front of him. "How would it be your fault!?"

"Maybe he doesn't want to date a loser," you say, sulking dramatically.

"Well who would?" Woongki asks, grinning. "Good thing you're not one."

"What would I do without you?" You ask rhetorically, resting your chin on his leg.

"Die," he says matter-of-factly. "You'd die."

"I'd also have no one to paint my nails for the finale."

"Exactly as I said," he responds with a grin, sifting through the container of your nail polishes before pulling out a steel blue color. "You'd die."

~

╭──────────.★..─╮ april 20th ╰─..★.──────────╯

~

You're surprised your bottom lip hasn't started bleeding yet considering how much you've been chewing at it. Your blazer constricting you slightly, you roll your shoulders back hoping to stretch the fabric slightly and relieve the binding tension.

Hwang Minhyun is about to finally announce P09 after an absolutely nail-biting four hours. Poor little Yujin has to go home in literal minutes, so Minhyun has started rushing like crazy.

You watch as Hanbin presses his lips together, wringing his hands as he waits nervously-- Minhyun speeding up the reading of the result greatly as compared to P08-P01.

"The trainee in Ninth Place and therefore taking the final spot in ZeroBaseOne..." Minhyun pauses, because he just can't help himself. "Is..."

"Han Yujin!"

You jump to your feet as all of your fellow trainees do, showing your support for the young boy. But your eyes are still fixed on Hanbin. He's smiling, nodding as he accepts his fate. You think that maybe he knew the chances were slim...

But, as you know all too well, preparation doesn't make it hurt any less.

Seowon rests his head on your shoulder from behind you. "Are we happy? Are we sad?"

You sigh. "Both."

The finale ends and all of the trainees start making their rounds; congratulating your friends or consoling them. You give Kamden a huge hug, joking that now you both can debut together.

The celebration moves backstage as the arena begins to empty. You're jumping up and down with Matthew when you feel a buzz in your pocket.

~

~

You look up at Matthew, sighing as you smile apologetically. "I've been summoned."

"Go talk to your boyfriend!" Matthew encourages, pushing you off down the hall. "I'm sure he's eager to see you."

"Right," you mumble, making your way to the door labeled 'East Wing'. "Boyfriend."

You pull the door open, surprised when the hallway is completely empty. You walk forward cautiously, wondering if Hanbin is actually playing some mean prank on you.

"Boo."

You jump, your hand clutching your heart as you try to catch your breath. You turn around to find Hanbin grinning at you.

"Am I really that scary?" He teases. You look down to see a little purple gift bag in his hands.

But the adrenaline is pumping through you now as a result of his little entrance. Not stopping to think it through, you find yourself suddenly laying into him:

"Are you kidding me!? You don't text me for a whole month and you think you can just walk up behind me, give me a heart attack, and then act like nothing's happened?"

Hanbin's head tilts to the side confusedly. "What do you--?"

"I get it-- believe me!" You cut him off. "You don't like me anymore. You like Taerae. That's fine."

"I like Taerae!?"

"I know! I just said I get it. You can like each other all you want. But you could've at least done me the courtesy of texting me and telling me. I was..."

You falter, a lump beginning to build in your throat. Hanbin's just blinking back at you, eyes wide in surprise. "I was really worried about you," you manage to say. "And I missed you. And to find out you didn't give a shit about me the whole time!? I can't believe you, Park Hanbin!"

Taking a breath, you look at Hanbin now. He's biting his lip, corners of his mouth turned up-- clearly trying to keep himself from smiling.

Your brow furrows confusedly. "Why--... Why are you--?"

"God I like you so much," he says, finally breaking out into a grin. "So, so much."

"What?" You ask, taken aback by his unexpected sentiment. "No you don't. You didn't text me for a month!"

"No," Hanbin responds, pressing his lips together. "You didn't text me for a month."

You blink back at him; unsure of what to say. "Wh--... What do you mean?"

"You never gave me your number."

Oh fuck.

"I put mine in your phone before the second elimination, but... you never gave me yours," he explains, visibly enjoying the look of horror and shame that is playing out on your face.

After a long moment, all you can manage to squeak out is: "Oh."

Hanbin's brow raises expectantly. "So is there any of your little spiel before this that you'd like to take back now?"

You nod pitifully. "Yes."

"Which part?"

"All of it," you mumble. "I'm so sorry."

"That's what I thought you'd say," he says with a smirk before his expression softens. "And I'll forgive you."

"Really?" You respond hopefully.

"Of course," Hanbin affirms with a nod. "But..."

"Oh no."

"I just think that if you got to tell me off," he says, giving you a mischievous smile. "Then I should get to tell you off, too."

Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth as you smile sheepishly. "I guess it's only fair, yeah."

Hanbin smiles at you fondly before a melodramatic dramatic anger suddenly shifts his expression. "HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE TEXTED ME FOR A WHOLE MONTH!? I kept waiting for you to text me or call me or, god forbid Facetime me so I could see your adorable face! I was so worried about you. Not to mention, I missed you so much."

Your heart melts at his words; so ashamed you'd been so silly.

"AND THEN," Hanbin continues, his eyes narrowing. "To hear that you had the time to text Woongki and Kamden and Taerae but not me!? I thought you didn't like me anymore. I was devastated."

He pouts, his brow furrowing cutely as your heart pounds in your chest. You ask quietly, "Why didn't you just ask someone for my number?"

"BE. CAUSE," he sighs dramatically, emphasizing each syllable. "I didn't want to seem clingy or anything."

You throw your arms around Hanbin, unable to hold back any longer. Squeezing him tightly, you feel him reciprocate the embrace-- one arm snaked around your waist and the other holding your back comfortingly.

"So you're not dating Taerae?"

"Ew, no. I'm not dating Taerae," he says with a laugh, pulling back from the hug to see your face. "Taerae's just the one person I was confiding in about you. I didn't want any of the other trainees gossiping too much about you."

"Of course," you say sadly. You should've known Hanbin had actually just been trying to protect you.

Hanbin holds out the purple gift bag to you now with a smile. "Taerae actually told me that you'd mentioned you liked that salad shoppe we went to for lunch last week. I actually got you a gift card after we ate when Kamden said you couldn't come that day."

"You are the sweetest ever... and I'm an idiot," you say, shaking your head as you continue to grip onto each other for dear life. "But I have to go now."

"What?" He asks, brow furrowing confusedly. "What do you mean? Where are you going? I'm coming with you."

Lacing your fingers in his, you begin to pull him with you down the hallway and back towards the dressing room area.

"I owe the new main vocalist of ZeroBaseOne a little apology."

“Eh, I think he can wait,” Hanbin says suddenly, smirking as he stops walking. You try to keep pulling him forward, but he’s fixed to the floor like a stone statue. Curse those perfect dancer muscles.

“Hanbinnie,” you whine, stepping towards him with a pout.

“(Y/N),” he says softly, giving your arm a small tug until your faces are inches apart. He seems to admire you for a moment, studying every inch of your face until his lips are on yours.

You’re lost in the moment, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer to you. You don’t even consider where you are or who could see you and take a picture and ruin both of your careers. You’re too busy finally kissing Hanbin after a whole month of absolute insanity. And it's everything you'd wished for and more...

“Oh my god,” a voice calls behind you. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

Entirely caught off guard, you’re immediately set into panic mode. You detach every part of your body from Hanbin’s and jump at least two feet away from him.

“APOLOGIZING TO TAERAE!” You shout the first thing that pops into your head before turning around to see who is watching you.

Taerae frowns, brow furrowing nervously. “You… You’re apologizing to me by making out with Hanbin?”

You and Hanbin turn to look at each other, equally shocked by being caught. After a moment, you both turn back to Taerae and nod; simultaneously answering, “Yes.”

Taerae stares at you for a second before finally shrugging:

“Apology accepted.”

[yunacoeur]

PEOPLE DIED JEONGHYEON

@bp-zb1fics you seeing this?? 😭

[bp-zb1fics]

tied up in the mirror~

pairing: leejeong x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: SIN aka smut/heavily suggestive themes, canonverse (over me)

wc: 568

summary: In the wise words of @cherriegyu [pls see above]

MINORS DO NOT LOOK!!! DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!

tw/tags: what plot? bondage themes, pet names, fingering, fucking, mirror sex, tears, marking, implied oral, implied size difference kinda, possessive ish leejeong, unprotected sex/creampie [yes both of them got tested beforehand and if its an afab reader, they're on the pill]

a/n it's been a lil quiet around here and i got no time to write a full fic so here's a short drabble to summon the cult and land us all back in delulu, inspired by cherrie and the anon who sent me this ask, pls enjoy and feel free to yell at me after~ thinking of doing a whole over me spicy series, you can check out the jay part here

Soft red fabric binds your wrists together, his fingers gripping the excess as he presses your arms above your head. The surface of the mirror is cold against your palms. You gasp as he crowds you in further. He leans forward, lips ghosting against your ear.

“Shhh doll,” he whispers. You feel him behind you, his frame caging you in, his hips nearly flush against your behind. He’s gotten you somewhat undressed, the skin of your shoulder exposed so he can mouth at it, tugging cloth down to your knees, just enough to leave your bottom half bare. 

Your thighs tremble as his other hand comes down to stroke between your legs, the slide getting stickier as he does. The tips of his fingers tease a little before he works them in. You choke down the whimpers that threaten to escape as he adds more, one after the other. 

Finally, he taps at your thighs and you spread as much as you can with your clothes sliding down, almost to your ankles. Betraying his impatience, he wastes no time gripping at your hips and slipping into you before one of his hands goes back to pinning your wrists against the mirror. The noises you let out are cracked and broken as he thrusts, gasping into your ear.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

It takes a few moments before you register. He’s relentless, rolling his hips slowly but forcefully, taking all of the air out of your lungs as he goes deeper and deeper. Your lashes flutter, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light. Fingers tug lightly at your hair, your chin tilting upwards slightly.

“Look doll.” 

Your eyes meet through the mirror. The white blouse shirt he’s wearing is crumpled, unbuttoned, his lean stomach heaving, abs shiny with sweat. Somehow, his black trousers are still on, only undone at the front so he can fuck you. He’s practically towering over you, bearing down on your prone body. His hair is a mess, dishevelled bangs hanging over his eyes, strands sticking to his forehead. The way he looks at you is dark, hungry for something, sending a chill up your spine while heat shoots between your thighs. You clench involuntarily and he hisses.

Look at me while I’m fucking you.

It’s brutal but oddly sweet. The way he slams into you yet holds you so gentle and firm. His voice demands but his eyes are still soft under the darkness, the hunger. He’s unrelenting, leaving marks on your shoulders and back before soothing them with his tongue. It’s a lot. It’s almost too much. You don’t realise it until your eyes are blurry with tears, slipping down your cheeks as you take it, pleasure and pain. He curses the moment the first drop falls, squeezing your wrists to the point that you’re sure his fingers will leave imprints, your whole body flush against the mirror as you watch him take his fill.

“Only look at me, yeah?” He murmurs, a command and a plea all in one. “Just you and me.”

You manage to choke out a sound of agreement before he loses all composure, groaning as you feel him spill into you. For a second, it’s quiet, both of you trembling. Then, he sinks to his knees and finishes you off, lapping at his own release out of you as you shake uncontrollably.

[bp-zb1fics]

Missing Park Hanbin hours😔 I’m Phanbin deprived😭😭 can you do highly suggestive cuddles with hanbin <3

Perfectionist

pairing: park hanbin x reader

genre: canon ish, fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: waking up, kisses, pet names, light banter, making out, kinda stripping, non explicit descriptions of intimacy, it gets real cheesy towards the end, lets have self confidence everybody, I’d like to go to sleep now too pls and thanks

wc: 677

summary: maybe you’re the reason hanbin’s so obsessed with perfection.

a/n it's quite overdue bc of things that have happened (I believe we are all aware) but i hope you enjoy this anon!

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“Jagiya~”

Hanbin watches as your face scrunches up a little, making a non-committal noise and trying to hide your face in his chest. He laughs a little, petting at your hair. You melt into his touch, not wanting to get up. He doesn’t either.

Perfect mornings start with you. 

Maybe his body aches from a late night of practice. Maybe his head is protesting just a little from a lack of sleep. Still, he likes seeing how you wake up, reluctantly opening your eyes and looking absolutely affronted by the idea that you’d have to leave the bed.

It’s adorable. You’re adorable. It might be him. But the way you groan and try your best to reach for every part of his body and stubbornly pretend you’re still asleep is the best thing he’s ever seen.

Hanbin, for most part, is a morning person. Or at least, he is when it comes to you. Because why be asleep when he can spend every waking moment with his favourite person? 

“Bin-ah?”

“Mmmm?”

“Stop thinking so much and go back to sleep.”

“And what if I don’t want to go to sleep?” He teases you in the sing-song voice that you don’t really appreciate at the moment.

“Then shut up and let me sleep.”

“I don’t want to,” God, now he’s whining. With much effort, you open your eyes and peek up at his stupid smiling face. Well that won’t do.

There’s exactly one way to make Park Hanbin shut up in this kind of situation.You take a mental survey. He did mention not having schedules today. You didn’t have anything on either. It all checked out.

You grab the front of his shirt to pull yourself up and kiss him. Immediately, he’s kissing back, the hand in your hair cradling the back of your head. He catches your bottom lip and something pleasant pops in your brain. Blindly, you reach over and nudge and perhaps shove a bit until you’re on top of him.

His hands are on your shoulders, sliding down your rib cage, gripping at your waist, roaming all over. They’re needy, pressing gently at your hips until they’re against his. He inhales sharply at the pressure, the friction as you swivel them a little. If waking up holding you got him a little firm, he was definitely aching for you now.

Fingers slip under your shirt to caress bare skin. You’re mouthing at his neck, nipping and running your tongue over what you know are his sensitive spots but you don’t leave marks. That’s for another day, when he has enough time for them to fade.

Hanbin has such precise control of his body until it comes to you. You who knows where to touch, where to be soft and when to be a little firmer. You can make his hips jump involuntarily, ripping out sharp inhales and sweet sighs, his hands develop a mind of its own around you. 

It’s dangerous. Hanbin’s a little obsessed. He’s a firm believer in practice. That the constant repetition and correction will condition the body to move closer and closer to perfection. No amount of practice can prepare him for the way you slip down, tugging at his shorts as you do. He can’t correct himself, only lay there helplessly as you take what you want, leaving him trembling and full to the brim with desire.

Nothing is more perfect than the faces you make when he pleases you, the noises that he pulls from your lips. He’s greedy, he’ll practise over and over and over again until you are shaking and shoving him off.

Perfect is lying with you, limp and maybe a little lightheaded. Chest heaving as you bully your way back into his arms, close your eyes and doze off. And suddenly going back to sleep  sounds like the best thing in the world. Because that’s the kind of power you have over him.

So who can blame Park Hanbin for being a perfectionist when he’s in love with the perfection that is you?

[bp-zb1fics]

Masterlist

Started: 30.04.2023

Last updated: 09.06.2023

Total fics: 30

Zerobaseone (Zb1)

Kim Jiwoong

writing soon~

Sung Hanbin

-> you do like me? - student council pres bin x vp reader

-> a little crazy - overprotective bf bin x s/o reader

Zhang Hao

-> a real kiss - jealous zhang hao x reader ft. jiwoong

Seok Matthew

-> easy to love (cananda oppa?) - finale seokmae x secret s/o reader

-> because it’s your birthday - bf seokmae x reader (suggestive)

-> no, it's not lasik - uni seokmae x foreign student reader

Kim Taerae

-> thinking about - bf taerae x reader (suggestive)

Ricky

-> tall & handsome & will take care of you - intimidating ricky x childhood friend reader

_> tall & handsome & wants birthday kisses - childhood friends ricky x reader

Kim Gyuvin

-> the perils of asking you out - pining gyuvin x male reader ft. protective younger brother gunwook

Park Gunwook

-> the perils of confessing to you - gunwook x crush male reader

Han Yujin

-> Shy, shy, shy - new student yujin & class president male reader

-> Shy, shy, shy pt. 2 - friends yujin & male reader

Boys Planet

Lee Hoetaek

-> me and you under - bf hui x reader (18+)

Lee Seunghwan

-> smells like cowards - seunghwan x crush reader

Seowon

-> so pretty - flirty won x reader

Chen Kuan Jui

-> it was only just a dream - bf jui x g group reader

Wang Zihao

-> sunbaenim - zihao x college sunbae reader

Jay Chang

-> if this was a movie - jay x g group reader

-> tonight i'll take you away - over me jay x makeup artist reader (18+)

Na Kamden

my heart keeps on - finale kam x ldr secret s/o reader

Park Hanbin

-> give me a kiss~ - bf phanbin x g group reader

-> perfectionist - phanbin x s/o reader (suggestive)

Lee Jeonghyeon

-> ridiculous but you're mine~ - bf leejeong x reader (suggestive)

-> doll~ - bf leejeong x reader (18+)

-> tied up in the mirror~ - over me leejeong x reader (18+)

-> fill your heart with me - bridgerton au leejeong x fem reader

-> so without meaning - highschool au leejeong x reader

Kum Junhyeon

-> yelling - bf junhyeon x bp trainee reader

-> you didn’t have to say it like that - finale aftermath junhyeon x s/o reader

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Smells like cowards

pairing: seunghwan x crush reader

genre: university au on crack, humour

tw/tags: dance club, pining, girlypop duo does tomboy, kep1er character cameos, swearing, ggang team is back, seunghwan is very much harassed, leejeong munjung devil twins, chen jianyu just vibing, kinda unhinged ngl, confessions

wc: 1248

summary: no, seunghwan was not pining and he definitely wasn't staring at your ass, thank you very much.

a/n it's taken a long time but I finally wrote it! Also idk titles so I just stole from seunghwan's lines in ggang lol. Thank you so much @milie02 for requesting this! I hope you like it~ Everyone pls enjoy~

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Sometimes you wonder why the cute boy, who you sometimes catch watching you stretch before practice, never tries to talk to you. It’s not that you’re assuming anything. It just happens that he looks your way a lot. And yes, you do notice it. Maybe he thinks he’s subtle but he really isn’t.

You haven’t been in the dance club for very long. While you’ve been trying different styles since you were little, your first year of university was a whirlwind, living away for the first time, getting used to classes, going to MTs and festivals, joining the organisations that your sunbaes recommended. It left you little time, if any, to look for a studio where you could practise your beloved hobby.

Luckily, one of your sunbaes introduced you to the dance club, open to all majors and exactly the thing you were looking for. 

“Okay everyone, from the top.”

You’ve been grouped up with Seo Won, Kim Dayeon, Cha Woongki and Seo Youngeun for a cover of (G)I-DLE’s Tomboy, one of the performances that regularly made up the repertoire for the club’s end of the semester showcase. The last time this song was performed had been legendary, led by now graduate students Shen Xiaoting, Zhang Hao and senior Sung Hanbin when they were in their first and second years. So yes, you had very large shoes to fill.

From the other side of the room, Seunghwan is definitely not watching the way you move your hips. Someone smacks the back of his head. He spins around only to see Chen Jianyu walking casually to his spot, the graduate student shrugging in response.

“I know you like them but can we do less staring at their ass and more practising please hyung.”

“I’m not staring at their ass.”

Seunghwan hisses at Lee Jeonghyeon who just looks back at him, unimpressed.

“Sure hyung.”

Mun Junghyun chimes in because Seunghwan gets zero respect from any of his dongsaengs these days. As if on cue, Junhyeon decides to chime in at that very moment.

“So should we do it like this? Or…” He demonstrates a bit of choreography before realising what kind of conversation he walked into.

“Oh was Seunghwan-hyung staring at- mmmph.” Seunghwan hurriedly shoves a hand over the other’s mouth because Junhyeon has no sense of volume control about 80% of the time, now being one of those times.

“Junhyeon-ah.”

“Mhmmph?”

“Do me a favour and please shut up.”

“Hmmmhmph.”

With that, Seunghwan finally lets go because Junhyeon can’t speak in muffled gibberish forever and also they actually needed to practise. Junhyeon stares at him but doesn’t say anything. It’s finally quiet. Actually, it’s a little too quiet. 

Seunghwan realises that the music from your group’s speaker cut out and he’s confronted by the magnificently judgemental stare of Cha Woongki while he calmly sips his water. Seo Won looks a little too entertained and the girls give him knowing looks. Luckily for him, you’re busy monitoring your practice on someone’s phone.

“That was great, hyung.” Junghyun decides to say because of course he does.

“Very subtle.” Jeonghyeon adds. Seunghwan swears they’re the devils.

“Is he confessing now or are we starting practice?” Jianyu asks because even the eldest won’t give Seunghwan a break.

“The new choreo please, Junhyeon-ah.” 

Seunghwan is tired.

__________________________________________

“And for the record, you know Lee Seunghwan was totally staring at your ass earlier.”

“Oh, is that his name?”

Woongki takes your face in his hands and proceeds to squish your cheeks.

“Oh my poor clueless baby.”

“We’re the same age?” You’re vaguely alarmed and a little confused, eyes flying to Seo Won, your lovely sunbae just shaking his head.

“He’s definitely into you.” Dayeon pipes up.

“He’s never even talked to me though?”

“Seunghwan-sunbae’s just shy.” Youngeun justifies.

“Well I think he’s being a pussy.” Woongki declares, all of you gasp, including the ahjumma who’s about to take your orders. Dayeon offers her an apologetic look and asks for extra rice for the stew you ordered.

“Don’t call him names when we aren’t even sure if he likes me.”

“Oh he definitely likes you babe, he just needs to grow some balls and confess, Won-hyung and I have money on him cracking by the interim check.”

“Sunbae!” Seo Won’s unfazed, calmly thanking the ahjumma who’s brought steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae and rice to the table.

“I bet on the pre-final performance.” Dayeon says, grabbing some rice.

“Oh same.” 

“I- wait how many people bet on this??”

“I dunno, like the whole dance club?”

“Eh???”

__________________________________________

Seunghwan can’t believe he’s doing this.

“I can’t believe he’s finally doing it.”

“He is?”

“Yep.” Three voices say at the exact same time. Seunghwan throws a dirty look at his traitorous group members. Seriously, he needs better friends.

Junhyeon pats him on the shoulder ceremoniously, looking way too solemn for this.

“You can do it, hyung, I believe in you.”

The younger boys sounds so sincere that Seunghwan’s almost touched.

“Don’t fuck it up, hyung.”

Nevermind. 

It’s the interim check. Nothing too serious. Just the whole club getting together to check everyone else’s performances out and give tips. Definitely. And because Junhyeon loudly volunteers them to go first, they’re going first. Fuck.

Here’s something Seunghwan learned from letting Junhyeon lead their choreography. He’s actually pretty fucking good. They’re in sync, all their moves are sharp and on beat and he even gives everyone a small part in the centre where they can show off their strengths. Then, they get to the freestyle part.

So here’s another thing Seunghwan learned from letting Junhyeon lead their choreography. He’s also pretty fucking good at incorporating the stupidest ideas and getting everyone to agree to them. Case in point, what Seunghwan is about to do now as he puts on the stupid meme shades that Junhyeon had convinced the whole group to wear.

He’s front and centre, grooving to the beat and looking at where you’re sitting near the front with the other dancers covering Tomboy. Seunghwan takes a deep breath and with his whole chest, yells out your name and then says:

“GO OUT WITH ME!!”

The whole club goes wild, hooting and then cheering when you stare at him with wide eyes before nodding. Seunghwan swears his cheek muscles are going to collapse from how hard he’s smiling. They wrap up the dance without a hitch and immediately his members are descending upon him, yelling their congratulations.

On your part, well you get a grand total of thirty seconds to comprehend what just happened before Woongki announces your group is going next and bodily dragging you with him. You suddenly remember what you had agreed to do for the interim check.

“I mean he confessed already so-”

“You’re doing it, babe.” Woongki cuts in, leaving no room for protests.

Seunghwan thought he wasn’t prepared to confess today. What he really wasn’t prepared for was you sauntering over to him during your freestyle section (the infamous la la part), hips swaying as you proceed to drop it low while everyone freaks out, him included.

After that, Seunghwan can no longer say that he wasn’t staring at your ass. Woongki and Seo Won make a shit ton of money from the betting pool that had been going. And you? Well the cute boy, who you sometimes catch watching you stretch before practice, did more than just talk to you. And that’s the story of how Lee Seunghwan eventually became your boyfriend.

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hey could you make some one shots w kum junhyeon where he says something mean to reader but then he regret it at the end

You didn’t have to say it like that

pairing: kum junhyeon x s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, angst ish, fluff, hurt-comfort

tw/tags: junhyeon confession flashback, bp finale aftermath, intrusive thoughts, junhyeon going through it, harsh words, giving space, apologies, cuddling

wc: 729

summary: your boyfriend has many words to say and sometimes some of them hurt.

a/n last lil drabble before I take a smol break to work on finals 😭 ~ pls love, appreciate and enjoy!

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You know Junhyeon talks a lot. Maybe a little too much sometimes. The words just flow out until some of them end up tangled in others, switching places, creating completely new meanings. You know this because that’s how he confessed to you.

“I know me really like you, will I go out with you?”

You stare for a second. Then, you laugh.

“Well, I hope you will.”

It takes him about a minute of celebrating before he realises exactly what he had said.

Everyone you told was amazed that you understood him so fast.

After the finale, he’s the quietest you’ve ever seen him. Sure, he’s smiling, handing out his enthusiastic congratulations to the debut members, greeting the other trainees. But as soon as the cameras are off and he joins you backstage, Junhyeon shuts off.

It isn’t the good kind of silence either. More like something uncomfortable is buried underneath his skin, emanating from him in an oddly dark dejected way. He moves mechanically, following behind as you unlock the door. It’s late and he just sits there. You sit with him.

“How are you feeling?” You venture tentatively, a little unsure of how to navigate around this Junhyeon. You’ve seen him angry, sad, tired, deliriously happy and downright silly but this seemed like something else entirely.

“I dunno, just tired I guess.”

“You’ve worked hard. You should rest.”

He laughs humorlessly.

“That’s what all of them told me. You’ve worked hard, Junhyeon-ah. You’lll get there, Junhyeon-ah. You did your best. Is this my best? Okay, maybe with my rank, I shouldn’t expect anything but I was close. I could’ve made it. But I didn’t, and I should have expected that but-”

He’s breathing so hard that you’re a little worried.

“They told me to prepare myself. Hoetaek-hyung, Jongwoo-hyung, even Kamden-hyung and Seungeonie were ready for it. So how come I wasn’t, huh? How could I even expect to-”

“Hyeoni, I-”

“No. You don’t get it. Just, just don’t say anything.” 

His voice is quiet and fierce and ice cold and he’s never spoken to you that way. And it hurt, honestly, it did.

Of course, you didn’t get it. You were just another member of the audience, looking at what was happening from the outside. Maybe dating Junhyeon gave you a little more to work with than an average person but you still watched through the screen as they edited these boys down into characters and fit them into specific shelves for applause. You watched. Junhyeon lived that.

So no, you really didn’t get it. But he didn’t have to say it that way. He’s upset, angry, sad, frightfully so because he put months of work into this program and while not everyone got to stand in the spotlight in the end, he’s told you how addicting it is once you get a taste.

You don’t say anything. You get up and go take a shower. Maybe you let a few tears flow while the water’s running, to soothe the sharp ache in your chest. The shower goes until your skin is pink from the heat and tender to touch. You get dressed, do your skincare, dry your hair and go to bed, resisting the urge to check on your boyfriend again.

Junhyeon slips in beside you when you’re dozing off, hair haphazardly dried, skin as pink as yours.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs. “I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“You weren’t wrong,” you whisper back.

“I still shouldn’t have said it that way.” he tells you. “I was frustrated and mad at myself and I took it out on you.”

“It’s fine, I think. Just let me know if you’re feeling like that and you want to talk and you just want me to listen.”

“Okay.” He agrees. “I’m sorry again.”

You open your arms and he slips between them, letting you hold him.

“It will be fine.” He says both to you and to himself. “The company said they’ve got plans for us too if we don't make it.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Your eyes are so heavy, all too soothed by the smell of his shampoo and how warm he is.

“I get the whole week off, I think. We should do something tomorrow.”

“Okay, Hyeoni.”

He gives you a quick kiss before relaxing into the sheets.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Hyeoni”

“Dream of me~”

Maybe you will.

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Hey!!! I love your writing so much,, especially your jay fic ;; I saw that you loved canon fics and omg literally SAME,, so i was like lemme request a lil something lolol

Jay smut, reader is his makeup artist during the over me “era” and you can free style the rest <333

😺 anon

Tonight I’ll take you away

pairing: jay x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canon, suggestive themes, smut

wc: 1940

summary: you proposition the cute trainee that’s been making eyes at you while you’re working

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MINORS DO NOT READ PLEASE!!!!

tw/tags: flirting, staring, realities of the idol industry, makeup, plastic surgery mention (not referring to jay), assumptions made about the industry, covertly arranged hook up, jay kinda subby, bondage, mention of pre negotiation/boundary setting, teasing, kissing, making out, nipple play, oral sex (both receiving), non explicit and explicit descriptions, riding, orgasms, reader bottoms but gender isn't specified, reader is implied to be older than jay but you can imagine it however you want

a/n tysm for loving my writing, 😺 anon! Hope you like this, it took quite awhile but I finally got to writing it~ thinking of turning this into a whole over me 🥵 series but while thoughts are being had, y'all can check out the leejeong part if you haven't!

“잘생겼어요?” [Jalsaenggyoso]

You pause, just for a second, hiding that brief moment of confusion by dipping your brush back into the eyeshadow palette.

“You mean 잘생겼나요?“ [Jalsaenggyonayo]

Even under his foundation, his cheeks flush. You’re unfazed, having worked with a fair amount of foreign idols, you’ve received your share of flirtatious comments and sometimes even straight up propositions both in shaky Korean and poor English, up until they realise you’re perfectly capable of understanding both.

Tapping off the excess, you motion for him to close his eyes, holding his chin to steady him and swiping lightly over his lids. And because you rather avoid another misunderstanding, you continue to talk in English.

“Keep your eyes closed for me, please.”

You instruct him as you blend it in with a darker shadow at the outer corner of his lash line. He’s a good looking kid. In this industry, they all are, honestly, they have to be. You can only do so much contouring to sharpen their jawlines and slim their faces and define their nose. Some of them are so naturally attractive that you wonder how they have such good genes and others? Well, there’s nothing the knife and needle can’t take care of.

“And open.”

He does and you can’t help but notice how striking he looks. It does help that he has a natural double eyelid, saving you the effort of going in with the tape, the subtle liner popping out immediately. You make a few small adjustments, ignoring how his breath goes shaky every time you use your hands to angle his face.

He is, by no means, the subtle type. But he’s also a trainee, a Western-raised one to boot. They tend to be…a lot more expressive by nature, unabashed staring, the more established idols even going as far as making open advances, confidence given by signed NDAs and the knowledge that whatever footage of this will be deleted. While he doesn’t have that confidence, his face speaks volumes, wanting eyes, the ends of his mouth quivering upwards as you lean in to brush tint over his lips, even the little Korean he messed up earlier.

“You really shouldn’t stare like that when there are cameras.”

You murmur, glad that they haven’t been able to clip a mic to his shirt yet. There are only two cameras in the partitioned off waiting room, one mounted on a tripod meant to record the whole room although you know from experience that it won’t pick up audio and both of you weren’t in any kind of suspicious position either. Besides, they hardly used the footage from there, the behind the scenes most likely taking clips from the handheld camera that the other trainees sitting on the couch were talking at.

So honestly, neither of the cameras would catch him but you figured that anyone planning to be an idol might as well be a little more cautious. 

“Sorry,” he immediately ducks his head, sheepish with a little embarrassment now evident on his face. Definitely a lot more expressive.

It tones down but he seriously won’t stop stealing glances at you. Even when he’s called over to film or you retouch the makeup of the other trainees, your eyes end up meeting whenever you look his way. When they’re called to stand-by backstage, mic packs are taped on with you and the rest of the makeup and styling team making last minute adjustments. Maybe, it’s a lapse of judgement but you reach up and tug the black choker askew on his neck back into place.

Maybe only you two hear the sharp inhale he makes when you do that. 

“Need to get into the mood of your song, you know.”

You quip under your breath as you retouch some parts of his face, no need for any extra blush, at least. 

“Ah, yes.”

He offers you a smile in return. Cute.

You’re part of the staff that accompany them to the studio for retouches. All of them stand still as you fix up smudges or spots that’ve been sweated away. But it’s only Jay who really looks at you with a little something as he parts his lips to let your brush fix up the gradient, making sure they look soft and plush and camera ready.

“Good luck, fighting!”

It’s not that suspicious with all the other staff cheering them on but he lights up right away. It’s too cute.

And then they do the dry run and in the place of that shy, soft-spoken, smiling kid is this sensual man with sultry vocals that does things to you. It’s a blur, the song wrapping up way too fast and leaving you a little breathless and slightly warm under the collar.

They come backstage and maybe you bustle up to Jay too quickly but in fairness, the rehearsal has his bangs sticking to his forehead, foundation a little smudged and you definitely need to do retouches.

“Did I do well?”

He asks you, all quiet again. There’s no trace of the man onstage in his bright eyes as he smiles at you. When you tell him he did, somehow he manages to look even happier. You watch him greet the fans with those eyes before completely flipping the switch, vocals coming on even stronger, giving them flirty little smiles as rose petals decorate the stage.

And that’s when you decide, well, why not? He was cute and he seemed to think you were too. You’d suck his dick…if he wanted you too.

__________________________________________

After the M Countdown filming and a fan meeting that had you on the side for more touch ups, you found out that he, in fact, wanted you too.

It isn’t too difficult, you being in the industry long enough to go about making arrangements discretely and without too much fuss. NDAs aside, it does help that while he is on a highly-publicised survival show, he still is considered a trainee which makes it easier to slip under the radar. There’s a little pre-negotiation, setting boundaries, getting consent but it goes over smoothly.

Which is why he’s here, actually trying to avoid your gaze, the red ribbon stage props binding his wrists to the bed posts, his pants somewhere on the floor. It’s a very pretty sight, you think to yourself as you watch him squirm, his arousal out in the open, cheeks flushed. It’s fun when they’re needy. It’s even better knowing that a hundred people can scream their name but your name will be the only one they’ll say tonight.

Jay says your name in a way that’s reminiscent of how he sang earlier. Melodic, almost breathless, just a little needy. You’re settled between his legs, running a hand over his thigh, enjoying the way he trembles slightly when you ghost at where he wants it. He’s all shy and stuttery again but his body is as expressive as before.

He surges forward as you lean in, meeting your lips with his. He’s not a bad kisser. You aren’t surprised, assuming that growing up in the West and not starting training as a child like some of the inexperienced ones you hear about must have had something to do with that. He’s still shy but there’s a sense of self-assurance in the way he mouths softly at your bottom lip. Parting his lips to let you slip your tongue in, exploring the spots that get his hips to jump, his wrists to strain against their bindings.

The sounds he makes are like music as you scrape your teeth over his neck, careful not to leave any bruises. You lap at abused skin and he starts getting noisy. That’s fine. No one would hear and even if someone does, they know it’s none of their business. Fingertips graze his nipples and you watch him twitch, leaking onto the sheets. You can’t help but ask.

“Good?”

“Please. Can you-”

“Can I…?”

“Can you do that again, please?”

And because he asked so nicely, you use your mouth, flicking your tongue out. He’s gasping, bucking his hips, trying to get some friction where he’s aching. You could toy with him all night but you won’t do that. Not tonight, at least. You press kisses lower and lower, his breath getting shallower nearly halting as you pause between his legs and look up at him.

“Will you stay still for me?”

It’s taking awhile to register but once it does, he nods. Well, you can’t have that.

“Words please.”

He looks so stricken, it’s almost adorable. But it’s barely a second of hesitation before he answers.

“Yes, yes- ah!”

You take him fully into your mouth, as much as you can. He’s heavy against your tongue as you hollow your cheeks for more suction, bobbing your head a few times. You look up and his head is thrown up against the headboard, eyes closed, lip tint smeared on his parted lips, sharp breaths escaping. You run your tongue along the veins on the underside of his dick and the sounds he lets out are obscene.

Impressively enough, he manages to keep his hips steady, letting you go at your own pace. But you know you’re good. You’ve been told that you’re good. Waiting till he relaxes, basking the pleasure of your tongue running over him, suckling softly, even moving to leave a mark or two on his thighs. Then, without warning, you’re descending, taking him almost fully in your mouth, breathing steadily through your nose.

You’re pretty sure the whole floor heard him just now, his hips jerking up traitorously. You pull off and the whine that comes next is delicious. He’s wrecked, bangs stuck to his forehead in an erotic echo of earlier, eyes dark and pleading, fists clenching uselessly.

“I thought you’d stay still for me?”

What comes out of his mouth next is almost unintelligible, a mess of Korean and English, all you know is that he’s begging. You shush him, your clothes joining his on the floor. You’ve got him hypnotised as you sink your fingers between your own legs, the wet squelch betraying how eager you are. He slides in, nice and easy and you take a moment to relish in the fullness that this angle offers, straddling him fully.

Your hands press his hips downward, keeping them still this time until you’re ready to feel him deeper. It’s a lost cause once you let go, he moves, as much as he can with his hands still restrained and unable to provide leverage. You let him tire himself out before you take your own pleasure, rolling your hips and enjoying the way he sounds when you do. He doesn’t ask you to untie him so you ride him until he’s about to tip over the edge, it’s not hard to tell with someone as expressive as him, the brink of an orgasm is written all over his face.

Maybe you’re a little sex drunk but the sound he makes when you push him past release should be recorded and made into a song. But for now, you’re the only listener. Chest heaving, you free his wrists and before you know it, it’s his face buried between your legs, helping you reach your own release.

“Is it okay if we stay tonight?” He asks after you’ve cleaned up, lying on the bed, limbs tangled together. He’s very tactile, you've found out.

You consider the consequences before shrugging, quite enjoying the way he presses soft kisses against your shoulders, singing softly to the song that’s playing quietly in the background.

“If you want to.” He does.

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zb1 uncle line headcanons bc why not

also bc @seok02 inspired something in my ded mind and I need a brain break~

Jiwoong Uncle

A bit of a boomer but he’s chill

Never seen w/o his sunnies

Likes to make dad bad jokes

Expects all the nieces and nephews to laugh at his jokes

Gets sad when they don’t

Is 100% a board game uncle

Will spend the whole afternoon sitting at the board (Go is his fave but he isn’t too bad with mahjong or chess)

Loves to talk about how things were “back in his day”

Very calm, loves listening to the nieces and nephews talk

The least judgemental uncle, tries his best to be supportive~

Hanbin Uncle

The favorite uncle

Everyone knows him. Everyone asks after him.

Is known to bust out a rogue dance move

Then he complains about how much his joints hurt

Has a lot of odd skills, the nieces and nephews call him whenever they’re in need of help with something hyperspecific

If he doesn’t know how to do it, he probably knows someone who does

A tea and coffee uncle

Anyone who visits him will get a cup of coffee or tea brewed personally by him along with their chat

Has the best reactions, the nieces and nephews love telling him the gossip

Mildly judgemental uncle, will smile but the judgement is felt

Ricky Uncle

The rich uncle

Will take you shopping

All the nieces and nephews ask him for money, yes he gives them money

Always has cash on him, and yes his bills are always crisp

Sassy as hell, always has a comeback or side comment ready

All the single aunties want him (or his money?)

Surprisingly hip, can keep up with the nieces and nephews

Always travelling, always bringing back extravagant souvenirs from his travels

And gifts for his favorite nieces and nephews lol

Judgemental af, has perfected the look and gives bombastic fantastic side eye

Ok nice, idk wtf this is and what possessed me but here u go guys~

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101 followers thank you fic!!!

I literally started writing about a week ago so thank you so much for loving and appreciating my fics!!!! I'll be reopening requests soon but in the meantime, I've got a little idea I've been saving up but I'm not sure who to write about so all of you wonderful people will have to help me out~

Prompt:

You and ____ have been in a secret long distance relationship since before he joined Boys Planet. Your video gets chosen as part of the Star Creator messages that the boys receive after the pajama party live. Of course he gets emotional watching it but what he doesn't know is that you're planning to surprise him at the finale.

I'll put a few of the members I was thinking about in the poll but feel free to leave a comment or send an anon if who you want isn't in the choices! I'd ideally like to do it for a zb1 member but any of the top 18 works too! And if you have a reason for wanting that particular person, let me know as well, i'm always interested in hearing why~

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Request guidelines

*Please take note that requests are closed at the moment, I’m still happy to hear abt your fic ideas or do unserious headcanons but I can’t promise 100% that I can write them all

1. Gender neutral reader pls! I’d like to keep my writing inclusive so no use of y/n and reader’s characteristics are ambiguous unless integral to plot.

2. I’m alright writing most content — fluff, angst, hurt/comfort etc. I can write about more serious themes if I feel that I have the necessary lived experience/knowledge to do so. Trigger warnings will be placed if needed.

3. Only platonic requests for minors! (<2006) Light suggestive content is okay for 04 line (19+). Heavily suggestive and smut requests will only be accepted for 02 line and older. With these requests, I will be more selective depending on the content.

4. You can request up to three boys. I will do either drabbles or a one shot depending on what kind of content and detail is provided. You're also welcome to ask for a part 2 of an existing fic I've written or a spinoff of an existing canon/au I've written with a different trainee/member.

5. I won’t do trainee x trainee or member x member fics because I’m not confident in my ability to write them. I may include them as a side pairings. I can do poly pairings with the reader~

6. I will respond but not write if I feel uncomfortable with the content of your request. If possible, let me know if you're open to me modifying it in that case.

7. Please be kind, patient and respectful when interacting! While I’d love to spend all my time writing, I do have other obligations to fulfill. My wip list will be updated regularly so you can keep track of your request! Once it's been posted, I'd really appreciate if you took the time to give me even a little feedback whether it's thru anon or leaving a comment on the post itself. Thanks!

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which zb1 member would be which Disney prince,, I'm curious 🎤

Not cherrie giving me the best questions to answer 💜💜💜 when it’s literally 6am and my insomnia won’t leave me alone 😭

On principle, I find Disney’s portrayal of the princes as very shallow and gender-norm enforcing (i’m sorry I feel very strongly abt this😅) we are not fans so instead I’d probably go for what Disney princess movie fits the vibe of which member when I assign them to princes. I’m also going to be rewriting that movie as I go, sorry in advance to the purists

Pls note I’ve not great at headcanons and indecisive as hell so here we go ~

Jiwoong: The Beast/Prince Adam

If this man could play a Prince in a drama, this is the kind of content I’d pay for

Just like my hogwarts headcanon, man probably invited the sorceress to dinner and asked to be turned into a beast because everyone just liked his face

And he thought he’d be better off if someone liked his personality

Yes he asks for his servants to be turned into furniture for shit and giggles but not like permanently, maybe they all go back to normal at night

reader wonders why he always insist not that they don’t go to the west wing at night. It’s not just the rose but that’s where he and the servants go to like chill and be their human selves (this is getting a little Cupid and psyche lol)

Hao: Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid)

Just the scene of him playing his violin and mer reader listening from a distance

Sometimes they sing along while Hao is playing and Hao is like woah who dat

They probably met as kids and he gave mer reader his old violin because they were curious

Definitely have it displayed in the center of their collection

Wants to be human to hear Hao play more

Hanbin: Prince Charming (Cinderella)

If this man isn’t Prince Charming, idk who is, do not argue with me

Does not have a shoe fetish

Definitely remembers reader’s face, he just wants to return their shoe bruh

And maybe ask reader out idk, not marry them right away

Just imagine dancing with Hanbin to “So this is love” and tell me u aren’t soft

Matthew: Aladdin

For the record, the genie in that lamp would probably be Keita bc he’s been training for 10,000 years (jk)

Watch me cast the whole KTL team (except Hao idk unless we want crossover)

There’s Matthew and there’s Seok Woohyun, don’t tell me he doesn’t think those are two diff people

Just…Matthew singing a Whole New World is a song cover I didn’t think I needed until now pls and thanks

Taerae: Snow White’s Prince

For all the OG Disney fans, you know that one scene where Snow White’s singing by the well and the Prince fucking jump scares her by singing back

Yes that’s Taerae, man will take the opportunity and he has a guitar

yes he will bring the guitar

Once again watch me cast all the Wake One trainees (K+ G) and Junhyeon as the seven dwarves friends who help reader out

Ricky: Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog)

I’m sorry my eternal headcanon is spoiled Prince Ricky and reader who puts him in his place

Would probably be a bit more sus of this voodoo man turning him into a frog

It’s probably not even a villain, it’s one of the Yuehuaz who happens to know voodoo being like oh you know what would be rlly fucking funny

He gets his whole character development arc and becomes a better young and rich, tall and handsome Prince that’s totally down bad for reader

Gyuvin: Flynn Rider (Rapunzel’s Tangled)

This man steals hearts everywhere he goes (I mean he won every challenge yo)

A lot goofy like they told him during the sleepover, he’s lucky he’s got a nice face

I haven’t got that much for this one

But energy is the same

Gunwook: Captain Shang (Mulan)

He is a leader (class pres/vice pres every year anyone?)

Dude literally takes forever to realize that reader isn’t supposed to be there (literally the en garde hidden cam)

Casting the three other Jellyfish trainees as the soldiers yo

He’s slay “Be a Man” even if I dislike the title of that song, it’s hella catchy

Yujin: Prince Philip (Sleeping Beauty)

He’s a baby YALL pls

Shy, literally just watching reader do their thing in the forest like how this boi literally watched taerae the whole signal song filming (pls see zb1’s bp commentary for red)

He’s not slaying dragons just yet but he be slaying my heart with Noona saranghaeyo

Gives reader an innocent lil peck and they wake up

Maybe it isn’t true loves kiss just yet, more like boy with pure intentions bc literally that’s equally hard to find

Ok thanks for coming to my TED talk and thanks cherrie for this very lovely question. Y’all need to keep asking me more stuff like that very much please and thanks in advance 💜💜💜

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Disney princess + prince ver. headcanons / mini fics? part 1

Ik I said there were no ships but @seok02 is very convincing lol. Here's more headcanons that no one asked for starring the ZB1 members in Disney princess movies. Please don't take any of this seriously.

-> Beast Jiwoong + Haobelle (Beauty & the Beast)

Woong invites Hao to crash his house because there's a storm and even though Hao kinda getting red flags from this Beast's appearance, still seems like a nice dude so ayt

Hao ends up in Jiwoong's garden because one of the Yuehuaz kids (probably Ollie) wanted a rose like why so random, why can't you ask for something normal like chocolate idk

Woong catches him and Hao's like oop I can pay for it, one of my kids is young and rich

Woong's like no stress, no need to pay but do you mind like staying for another few days, been awhile since I've seen new ppl

Hao's worried abt his kids but he hasn't had a vacation in so long so he's like ayt, it's free and he's got his violin w him and there's a massive af library of books that he's been wanting to get at

Him and Jiwoong kinda awkward around each other, but Hao's not scared bc have you tried raising 7 grown kids? now that's scary yo

Eventually he discovers Jiwoong's tru self and he's like ayt, idk why you're into the furry thing but u do u

Hao never ends up going back to his kids because they come looking for him first and end up moving into Woong's house too

-> Prince Haoric + Taeriel (The Little Mermaid)

Taerae likes listening to Hao play

Also that violin thing he's got looks kinda similar to the instrument taerae found in a shipwreck this one time

Taerae also likes to ad lib to Hao's violin

Hao doesn't know who's that having a jam session w him but he'd like to find out

Taerae goes to sea witches Seowon and Woongki and is like i want to go on land and learn how to play this thing (the guitar)

And they're like ayt but magic means u need to give up one thing so we can get u some legs and Woongki is like can I borrow your voice for my annual sea witch drag show pls and thanks

Taerae's a lil hesitant but he also really wants to know how to play this instrument

Scares the crap out of Hao when he washes up on the shore

Finds out Hao is a prince with a shit ton of lil brothers who harass him which is why he goes to the beach to play his violin in peace

Taerae learns how to play the guitar and Woongki gives him back his voice and by the power of music he can now like shift between mer and human

He and Hao have regular jam sessions on the beach and sometimes Hao's kids brothers join in

-> Prince Hanbin + Jiwoongrella (Cinderella)

Jiwoong wants to go to the ball but he's also gotta work, work, work,work,work,work

Man's booked and busy

Seowon and Woongki fairy god mothers to the rescue!

They get him all dolled up and everything

But he gotta be back by midnight because he got another schedule

Like I said booked and busy

Jiwoong goes to the ball and has a ball

Gets friendly with Hanbin

But he's gotta go

And oh no, he forgot his shoe

Hanbin wants to return the shoe bc it be looking expensive but Jiwoong also forgot to leave his number bc he was in a hurry

Hanbin tracks him down because boi knows everybody

Gives his shoe back and they become besties and Hanbin introduces him to Matthew and teaches Woong aegyo

-> Princess Rickmine + Mattheddin (Aladdin)

Matt asks Keita genie to give him a cooler image because everyone just finds him cute

Keita gives him the drip and he tries to rizz up Ricky because Ricky is the coolest

For like street cred idk

Ricky is not impressed like bro wtf

Chen Kuanjui as the magic carpet literally just judging them both

Someone make up a better story for this, I"m running out of juice

-> Prince Taerae + Yujinie (Snow White)

Yes as I said before Yujin's chilling by the well, looking at himself, singing about water and a monami pencil when he gets jumpscared by Taerae and his guitar

But ok this hyung is kinda cool

Yujin taking Taerae home to meet his seven hyungs

Said seven hyungs are not impressed by this newcomers who's trying to steal their maknae

Taerae charms them by the power of his voice and guitar

They agree on regular visitation rights because their house is full and Yujin isn't going anywhere

Now Yujin has eight hyungs

Part 2 coming soon when I have brain cells again!