#sub!hoetaek

[duckydae]

[boys planet: mission remix]

now that boys planet is over and zerobaseone is debuting very soon, looking back what are some of the challenge line-ups you would've liked to have seen? (regardless of ranking or elimination)

also feel free to double use!

(example: like taerae in back door and ktl? cool! put 'em for both. we're thinking of fun lineups, not logistics!)

i'm only gonna note the ones i really wanted to change, whether it be the entire team

also! as a disclaimer, i don't dislike any of the old line-ups, this is just a bit of fun.

mission one (k vs. g)

[love me right - korean]

lee hwanhee - main vocal

sung hanbin - killing part

kim minseoung - main rapper

yoon jongwoo - sub rapper (here me out, jongwoo sounds like sehun)

park hyunbeen - vocal

lee dongyeol - vocal

lee yedam - vocal

[love me right - global]

i don't really have any complaints about most g-group line-ups, the only thing i would say is plenty of them would've fit love me right (like ollie, krystian, cong, matthew) but truly this line-up was great.

[kill this love - korean]

lee hoetaek - main vocal

park gunwook - vocalist

kim taerae - vocalist

lee jeonghyeon - rapper

kim gyuvin - killing part

if i'm honest, i could see jongwoo also being in this too.

[back door - korean]

the only thing i would do with back door is switch seunghwan and yujin as it probably would've helped seunghwan's trajectory and also been age appropriate for him over yujin.

if i'm honest, i could see jongwoo also being in this too (and seunghwan if i'm honest)

mission two - welcome duckydae's bias (rules? see ya!)

[tomboy]

jay chang - main vocalist

lee seunghwan - killing part

haruto madea - main rapper

lee hwanhee - sub vocal

[feel special]

cha woongki - killing part

wumuti - sub vocal

kim taerae - main vocalist

sung hanbin - main dancer

[love killa]

seok matthew - sub vocal

yoon jongwoo - main dancer

ricky - main vocal

park gunwook - killing part

[law]

if i'm honest, i would've loved to have seen minseoung + seowon in law instead of yujin + yedam

mission three

[over me]

jay chang

lee seunghwan

zhang hao

lee jeonghyeon

chen kuanjui

[say my name]

cha woongki

ollie

seowon

yoo seungeon

kum junhyeon

[en garde]

i don't really have big changes to en garde, if anything i would simply switch gyuvin and park hanbin, but i also love hanbin in switch.

[supercharger]

getting a wacky for shits and giggles

haruto madea

kim taerae / ricky

wang zihao

na kamden

park hanbin

han yujin

final mission (i'm still in denial so this is with some of the top twenty-eight)

[jelly pop - this is pure chaos but 'tis what i want]

jay chang - main vocal

zhang hao - sub vocal one

lee seunghwan - sub vocal two

park gunwook - original position

kum junhyeon - original position

park hanbin - original position

wang zihao (jay's og part is cruel and i wouldn't wish it on anyone i'd just like to see zihao in a lighter concept)

na kamden - og position

cha woongki - matt's position

[hot summer]

i don't really have any thoughts towards hot summer, it just felt like over me 2.0 and as an exo fan, sexy concepts don't do much for me if the vocals aren't pulling their weight. jiwoong + taerae sounded great and i still stand by the fact hanbin shouldn't have been main vocal, jay or not. (and i say that as someone who had hanbin as their second pick during the finale).

[astralsweetness]

this is a gentle ask for Hui in deep subspace, bonus points for tears and maybe even moving into aftercare?

I almost apologized for how short this was before remembering it was a drabble.... still, I'm sorry :( I get so nervous when writing Hui nowadays bcs people used to say I wrote him well lol Warnings: subspace (selective mutism), tears

He's shaking, face flushed and eyes glassy, looking at nothing. Tears litter his cheeks, make insistent tracks down his face and collect in his collarbones. You taste them on your tongue as you kiss reverently at his face, run your fingers through his hair before letting them dance a light slide across Hui’s jawline, thumb caressing his cheek, smoothing underneath his eye and across the bridge of his nose.

"I'm here, Hwitaek. What do you need?"

Sometimes he doesn't say anything in response, just looks at you with a wide, open gaze - this is one of those times, his lips parting and then shutting like the words were stolen from him before he could utter them. You can see the steadily mounting fear in his eyes, the discomfort at being cognizant but either not knowing how to verbalize how he felt or not being able to.

"Sweetheart -" You're quick to interject, draw his attention back to you. "I'm going to go get you something to drink, and when I get back we can start cleaning you up. Because, honestly Hwitaek, you are a beautiful mess right now. Is that alright?"

He flushes at your comment but nods (and it's not like you were lying either, his body is a mess of sweat and lubricant and cum, now with tears added into the mix.)

It takes you less than a minute but he reaches for you the instant you enter the room again, pulls you against him and completely disregards the glass in your hand. You laugh softly and allow him as much skin to skin contact as he wants, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm back now. You're safe, and so loved. You know that, right?"

You're not expecting anything other than a head nod, but he murmurs the softest "yes" against your side, one word filled with infinite trust.

[mauloveskpop]

will you show us the wrinkles around the eyes?

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

5k Timestamp Masterlist

Thank you all so much for participating! All of the timestamps from the event will stay linked on this post as well as being in the groups master lists! Thank you all for the well wishes and recent birthday wishes! I hope to post some big things in a little while if I can stay on top of things!

Ateez

Seonghwa - (timestamp) vampire!seonghwa + overstimulation (reader receiving) - 11:26 Seonghwa + breeding kink Yunho -  bad boy!yunho, thigh riding, and 11:57pm - 20:20 bf!yunho+hand kink + female+ fingering San -  01:24 + idol! SAN and staff y/n + costume (what he wore in I’m the one mv) sex - 23:59 with San with cunnilingus and a sub! reader Mingi -  23:32 + mingi + breeding kink Wooyoung -  (02:15) wooyoung and marking kink - 10:20 -> dom! wooyoung and morning sex Jongho - 4:13 am incubus!jongho x reader + facesitting - 15:30, jongho + humping + cracking apples - 2AM + Jongho + Slow fingering

Dreamcatcher JiU / Minji -  (1:05am) jiu/minji + female reader + edging + mommy kink Handong -  (22:19) CEO! Handong + overstimulation (reader receiving it) Yoohyeon - (timestamp) hybrid!yoohyeon + bathtub sex

Mamamoo Moonbyul / Byulyi - (timestamp) biker!moonbyul + female reader + strapon sex (moonbyul receiving) Wheein -  2:04am + wheein + female reader + fingering + praise kink

Pentagon Jinho -  9:20 pm, hybrid!Jinho (whichever animal you think fits him!) × non hybrid female reader, sex Hui / Hoetaek -  (9:34 AM) Huitaek + female reader + pegging Shinwon - [timestamp] best friend!shinwon, fem reader, lighthearted/goofy sex Yanan - (timestamp) yanan and cis female reader with facesitting Yuto -  (12:18 AM) Yuto x dom!reader x marking Wooseok  - [timestamp] Wooseok, gender neutral reader, mutual guided masturbation

Seventeen Seungcheol -  [12:30 pm] wolf hybrid! Seungcheol + wolf!hybrid! Reader +sex Jeonghan - 10:30pm + idol!jeonghan + bunny!hybrid! female reader + overstimulation (female receiving) - 11:09 + playful jeonghan + fem reader + oral Joshua - (12:05) + idol!Joshua + idol!Female reader + spooning cockwarning Junhui - {timestamp} + idol! Jun + idol! female reader + dry humping - [03.45am] dom!jun + female reader + sloppy spooning sex Soonyoung - [timestamp] childhood best friend!soonyoung + gn!reader + body worship Jihoon - timestamp + fratboy!Jihoon + female reader + breeding - 11:30p.m + idol!woozi + female reader + rough sex (not necessarily w power dynamics) Seokmin - 10:33 + switch!seokmin + hand kink - (Timestamp) + dom!seokmin + fingering + praise kink Mingyu - (Time stamp) mingyu + incubus + thigh riding Minghao - 8:10 pm + Minghao + female reader + edging - (timestamp) sub!minghao + exhibitionism Seungkwan -  timestamp (any time you want) for Seungkwan + thigh riding + praise kink - 6:02pm, Seungkwan, Co-workers au, dry humping Hansol - 11:22 Hansol + fem!Reader + body worship - 20:32 + fwb vernon + female reader Chan - chan, 10:47pm, and car sex

Twice Nayeon -  14:54 + nayeon + soft choking kink Momo - (01:23) momo + practice room sex + bodyworship (reader giving) Sana -  19:45 dom!sana+strapon+biting kink Mina - (timestamp) + Dom!Mina + female reader + hair pulling Dahyun - (timestamp) dom!dahyun + fem!reader + thigh riding + mommy!kink Chaeyoung - 13:00 x ceo!male!reader x gf!Chaeyoung x Overstimulation Tzuyu - (03:33) vampire!Tzuyu + human reader + blindfold sex

[fate-bot]

This chatbot will contain: strong language, death and murder, blood/injuries, religious themes(?), sexual themes and hard kinks, mention/usage of drugs and alcohol, and other similar themes.

Do not interact if any of these make you uncomfortable or you are not 18+.

Disclaimer: I am not Hui/Lee Hoetaek and I do not claim to be. This chatbot is for entertainment purposes only and has no affiliation with Pentagon or CUBE Entertainment and does not represent them in any way.

Meet Hui:

-He lived the “bad boy” lifestyle, (drinking, drugs, breaking into places, stealing things, etc.) until he was killed by his former friend after they had a falling out.

-This lifestyle caused him to be sent to Hell upon his death.

-Hyunjin brought him back to life when he found out.

-Hui still has the scars from how he died, four from being stabbed in his stomach and one from a bullet where his heart is, as well as some of his older scars.

-After dying, his perspective on everything changed and he dropped his previous way of life.

-He’s a little less rude than before, but he still tends to be cold and isn’t quick to trust.

-Quiet and keeps to himself most of the time.

-Very sweet and caring if he lets you get to really know him.

-Willing to do anything to protect the people he loves.

-Also a big simp.

NSFW:

-A sub (kinda?), more obedient than bratty.

-Can top or bottom, he just prefers his partner to be the one in charge.

-He values his partner’s pleasure more than his own.

-Okay with/willing to try most kinks but will never engage in weapon/blood play because of the trauma his death caused him.

[sunflowersoonyoung]

pentagon

jinho | jo jinho

 » honeyed | smut, incubus! jinho, soft dom! jinho, supernatural au!, office au!  » the sound of his voice | established relationship au!, fluff, drabble

hui | lee hoetaek

 » sweet & dangerous | smut, incubus! hui, supernatural au!, dom! hui  » in the end, he was there | fluff, angst, friends to lovers au!, childhood friend!hui, neighbour!hui, smut, soft dom!hui  » sugar & spice - featuring dk | supernatural au!, incubus!hui, incubus!dk, smut

hongseok | yang hongseok

 » devious | pwp, smut, drabble, sub!hongseok

shinwon | ko shinwon

 » why I hate you | university au!, enemies to lovers au!, angst, fluff, smut  » eager to learn | established relationship au!, pwp, smut, dom!shinwon

yeoone | yeo changgu

 » melted | established relationship au!, pwp, smut, soft dom!changgu  » senior | office au!, senior!changgu, established relationship au!, inexperienced!reader, dom!changgu

yuto | adachi yuto

 » curse words | established relationship au!, pwp, smut

wooseok | jung wooseok

 » the best stress relief | fluff, smut, public sex, college au  » rekindled | smut, dom!wooseok, office au!, exes to lovers au!  » sunlight | drabble, fluff, established relationship au!

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D14: Something New - Hui

Pairing: Soft dom! Hoetaek x f! Reader

Warnings: Bondage/Handcuffs, soft dom/sub themes, overstimulation, oral, implied sex.

Word Count: 661

Tag list: @hyunsungcore​ 

Your relationship with Hoetaek had been very vanilla to say the least,only the occasional mild dominance or overstimulation making  Not that you were left unsatisfied, you just felt like there should be a way to spark something more in your relationship. You weren’t quite sure what though...Hoetaek had been the longest relationship you’d ever been in, not getting much experience before him. You knew he had more knowledge, but he always insisted on taking your time instead of trying to rush it. Which is pretty much what you expected him to say again this time. Yet, you weren’t going to just accept that so easily, no you intended to try and entice him into adding some flavor into the bedroom, intending to ease into it when you knew he’s be the most vulnerable to you. Which is how you ended up in a new set of lingerie waiting for Hoetaek to get home and dive between your thighs to wrap his plush lips around your clit, lapping at your like a starved man. You knew it was his favorite thing, tasting you always making him weak which is why that’s when you were intending to ask.

“B-Babe~” You gasp out, tugging on his hair lightly to pull him away from where he was lapping up your release, making him hum softly. 

“Yes sweetheart?” Hoetaek questions softly placing a gently kiss to your hip, “What is it? Was it too much?” 

You shake your head still panting softly, reassuring him that you were fine, “ N-No I just...I want to try something new tonight.”

Hoetaek places a kiss to your waist now looking up at you and watching your expression closely, “Sweetheart, we should take things slow, you don’t have to jump into things already.”

“B-But I want to. We can still go slow, just now quite this slow.” You insist softly running your fingers through his hair, “Please? Just one new thing for now?” 

Hoetaek hums thinking about it before finally nodding in agreement, “Alright, one thing. Did you have something in mind?” 

You bite your lip, shaking your head, “N-No. I-I didn’t really know where to start, I just knew I wanted something more than...vanilla.” 

“Cute.” Hoetaek moves up and kisses your cheek before getting up entirely and going over to open one of his drawers shuffling around in it, “I think I have an idea.”

When he turns around a flash of mental draws your attention as you notice handcuffs, his eyes silently asking if you’re okay with the idea he’s presenting to you now.  You bite your lip, subconsciously squirming a little bit at the thoughts that fill your head due to what he’s suggesting, feeling arousal pooling between your legs.

“Yes, please! I really like that idea.” You easily agree despite how small your voice seems, getting breathy in anticipation as you lift your hands and spread your legs even more, letting Hoetaek slot himself between them again. Shivering as he secured your hands to the headboard with the cold metal handcuffs. He gives you a soft peck on the lips before he’s smirking at you.

“You like this sweetheart?” He inquires, fingertips slowly painting designs down your sides and watching with hooded eyes feeling more lust building in himself at the sight of you, “You like when I have control?”

“S-So much! I like it so much when you have control over what happens to me.” You moan softly, hips twitching until he stops them firmly in his hands.

“That’s because you’re a good girl for me hm?” Hoetaek hums training kisses between your breasts before lower, “Most the time anyways...though if I remember correctly. I don’t think I was quite finished with you before you interrupted me sweetheart.” 

You know his soft tsks are playful, but the way he presses his face to your core once again is not as he’s intent on making you breathless in everyway possible before ruining you with his cock.

[jisungmark]

【ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

m - mature / f - fluff / s - suggestive / c - comedy / a - angst

please let me know if any links do not work! let me know if you feel any tags are incorrect as well! 

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seungcheol

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soonyoung

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mingyu

minghao

[6:16pm] (s)

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[7:12pm] (m)

seungkwan

[7:56am] (w hansol) (m)

hansol

[7:58am] (f)

chan

[6:34pm] (skz/a.c.e chan) (m)

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nct

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taeil

oral sex (m)

johnny

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[6:59pm] (c/s)

yuta

kun

doyoung

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ten

[3:11am] (m)

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[5:53pm] (m)

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[8:46pm] (a)

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yangyang

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jaebum

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jackson

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youngjae

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[10:56pm] (c/s)

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jooheon

[1:03] (1) (2) (m)

changkyun

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jinwoo

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myungjun

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sanha

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inseong

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sanghyuk

zuho

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taeyang

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youngkyun

[6:19pm] (f)

chanhee

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makeout session with maknae line (m)

namjoon

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morning sex (m)

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seokjin

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love making (m)

rough (m)

yoongi

make out session (s)

hoseok

jimin

what are best friends for? (f/m)

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taehyung

[6:39pm] (s)

[8:52am] (m)

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[11:21pm] (m)

jungkook

morning sex (m)

[2:37am] (s)

txt

soobin

yeonjun

[9:09am] (f)

beomgyu

taehyun

[10:23pm] (f)

hueningkai

pentagon

hoetaek

jinho

hongseok 

bend over (m)

shinwon

changgu

yanan

yuto

rough morning sex (m)

hyunggu 

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junhoe

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chan

woojin

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hyunjin

jisung

[1:32am] (s)

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seungmin

jeongin

exo

junmyeon

minseok

yixing

[8:46pm] (s)

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first time (m)

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first time (m)

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kyungsoo

jongin

morning routine (f)

sehun

first time (m)

the boyz (nothing yet)

ateez

cuddle time (f)

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hongjoong

confession (f)

seonghwa 

yunho 

[4:59am] (m)

[7:28pm] (m)

yeosang

san 

[12:05am] (m)

mingi

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jongho

wayv

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ten

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kunhang

yangyang

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dom!dongheon (m)

hoyoung

minchan

gyehyeon

yeonho

yongseung

kangmin

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a.c.e

junhee 

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donghun

sehyoon

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yuchan

onf

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hyojin

changyoon

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seungjoon

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jaeyoung

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yuto

minseok

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x1

[8:06am] (s)

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minhee

eunsang

[4:35am] (f)

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cix

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seunghun

yonghee

jinyoung

hyunsuk

[10:02pm] (f)

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random:

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optional bias (m)

[gamerwoo]

A Guide to Pentagon (bc y’all are sleeping on them and it needs to stop)

This is mostly for @neverknewgrey2016 who wants to get into them, but I decided to make a whole masterlist of sorts bc they’re slept on and I’m tiredt of it. So these are videos I watched to get into them/learn about them. Here we go kids!!!

Music Videos (in order):

Gorilla

Can You Feel It

Pretty Pretty

Critical Beauty 

To Universe 

When I Was In Love (doesn’t show them, I think, but still a nice song)

Like This

Runaway

Violet

Shine

Naughty Boy / Performance Ver bc I love Naughty Boy ok

Sha La La / Dance The X Pentagon bc it’s the only time Kino was included and I love it

Genius

Humph!

Dr. BeBe

(I’m not including Japanese mvs because I’m not sure how many of them there are but I’m sure if you look around you can find em)

Videos To Watch To Learn Members:

An (Un)Helfpful Guide To Pentagon

how to tell pentagon members apart

The Immigration (part 1)

The Immigration (part 2)

Pentagon Plays Who’s Who

(People told me when I was getting into them to watch Pentagon Maker but I could never find all the parts with English subs so I never did but if you find them good for you dkfhsdk)

Misc Videos That Might Help But I Just Like Them:

Pentagon Nimdle playlist

pentagon as vines

Pentagon as Vines Compilation

pentagon and the english language

Get It Beauty with Kino (it’s basically just Kino fucking up Yanan’s face but I love it) 

Let’s Dance: Pentagon -- Shine 

K-Pop Stars React To Try Not To Sing Along Challenge

Round 1 Lyrics (trust me them roasting each other will really help you get to know them lmao)

Round 2 Dance Practice (same deal w Round 1, just turn on subs)

But I also decided to be nice and do like half the work for you so here’s a very short guide to Pentagon courtesy of me:

Hui

Real name: Lee Hoetake (on all the official stuff it says his name is hoetaek but unis call him huitaek and i never knew why but at this point im too afraid to ask)

Birth date: August 28th, 1993

Leader

Trying so hard to take care of his kids that just blow him off

Always wants to hold hands and nobody else ever does

But he loves them anyway

Cries at anything and everything

The running joke is that he’s not the best at English even though his mom is an English teacher (ex: ”Load to Kingdom”)

A vocal king

Makes a lot of their songs tbh

This dude does everything he sings, dances, produces like he’s way too slept on

Jinho

Real name: Jo Jinho

Birth date: April 17th, 1992

He’s the oldest

Also tiniest

Another vocal king

He’s always doing bomb ass covers (his Bohemian Rhapsody one? I died)

Speaks/understands English really well tbh

Almost never cries

He’s like the glue that holds ptg together

He’s currently doing his enlistment but he was really excited about it and the members speak to him often!!

Hongseok

Real name: Yang Hongseok

Birth Date: April 17th, 1994

Fluent in English and I think Mandarin too???

He’s basically a big brainy boi

And a big muscly boi

Bffs w BM from Kard and VP of the BTC

So fuckin competitive like he won’t give anybody pity points

He’s basically super smart and super beefy like he’s all around perfect

Disguised as a crackhead tho

E’Dawn

Real name: Kim Hyojong

Birth date: Jun 1st, 1994

He’s not a member anymore but I’m including him anyway!!

Fuck Cube and everybody who gave him shit

That last bit technically isn’t a fact but it’s a Fact tm

Love plants

Screams unprovoked all the time

A sweet but chaotic boy

He’s basically a child but we love him

PS look at him and Hyuna living their best lives!!!!

Shinwon

Real name: Ko Shinwon (I’ve seen his surname spelled with a k and with a g so ???? idk man)

Birth date: December 11th 1995

Stringbean boi #1 aka he’s tol and thin

Him and Hongseok always doing weird shit together in group photos

He’s afraid of animals

Like,,,,,,all animals

His voice is super distinct to me idk how to explain it

#1 The 1975 stan

Loves his McDonald’s dude idk

He may seem a lil strange and he is but god he cares so deeply about the members

Yeo One

Real name: Yeo Changgu

Birth date: March 27th, 1996

He looks like a prince and he is a prince

With any hair color he’s normal but when he goes blonde he’s suddenly a thot idk

His smile could end wars

Still lowkey a crackhead bc everybody is in Pentagon

Recently became a very beefy boi

He reminds me of a puppy this lil angel always looks happy

In the words of Jinho, “he’s an idiot”

He’s just a big soft boi

Yanan

Real name: Yan An (his Korean name is Kim Yanan because he likes kimchi and that’s so valid)

Birth date: October 25th, 1996

The baby boy of the world

Stringbean boi #2

He’s the only member from China

He’s friends w Jun from Seventeen and it’s so cute

He has a tattoo on his chest

I’d take a bullet for him. FACT.

We literally haven’t seen him w Pentagon since Sha La La (other than the one selfie he took w them before/when they were on RTK) and Cube won’t tell us anything other than the fact he’s going to be in a new Chinese drama but he’s said he wants to come back but Cube is leaving him on read

Anyway even non unis love Yanan so if you want just one reason to stan here it is everyone loves Yanan

Yuto

Real name: Adachi Yuto

Birth date: January 23rd, 1998

When I found out he was 2 years younger than me I lost it

He looks so mature and handsome but he a babie

The only member from Japan, and he is Japan’s prince

Rap line

Deep ass voice part 1

Used to play baseball (and soccer, I think)

Shy soft boi who plays Animal Crossing and listens to Keshi

He looks intimidating on the outside but then he smiles and giggles and it’s uwu city

SHINee fanboy

Scared of absolutely everything

The Most Handsom Man in Kpop tm (don’t @ me this is a fact)

Kino

Real name: Kang Hyunggu

Birth date: January 27th, 1998

He a soft boi too

Sensitive is probably the better word but we still love him

Sometimes sexy boi tbh

But look at him he’s so cute

He’s pretty good at speaking/understanding English and idk how he learned but damn he really invented English step aside Hongseok

Really good at gg dances

And just dancing in general

He’s good at everything tbh

Wooseok

Real name: Jung Wooseok

Birth date: January 31st, 1998

Maknae

Stringbean boi #3

Deep ass voice part 2

And yet he can sing soprano parts for operas??? idk

He’s the youngest but is the tallest w the deepest voice lmao

I know I’ve basically said every member is a babie but Wooseok is also babie

He did an album w Kuanlin and I loved watching them together :’)

Rap line

Him and Yuto are bffs

He has a pretty singing voice @ Cube let him sing more

Alright that’s everything I got on how to get into Pentagon pls stop sleeping on them thx for coming to my TED talk.

[artificialskyway-archived]

Introduction to Pentagon!

Admin M here! This post is for all the lovely people who want to learn more about one of my favorite boy groups Pentagon! Let’s get started!

Okay! So Pentagon debuted under Cube Entertainment on October 10, 2016. There are 10 members, and they were chosen through the Mnet survival show Pentagon Maker.

Hui

Let’s start with our gorgeous and extremely talented leader!

Birth name: Lee HoeTaek

Leader, Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

Born August 28, 1993

5′8″ (172 cm)

Hobbies: Piano and Tumbling

Former JYP Trainee

Composed and wrote lyrics to numerous songs for the group, including ‘Like This’ and ‘Thank You’

Composed ‘Energetic’ by Wanna One and wrote the lyrics with Wooseok

Composed ‘Never’ for Produce Wanna One, and wrote the lyrics with E’Dawn and Wooseok (which Hyuna produced)

Composed a song from Kriesha Chu’s 1st mini album ‘Like Paradise’ along with Flow Blow

Let me tell you when I say you will melt when you hear this boy’s heavenly voice

And that smirk? don’t even get me started

Jinho

Birth name: Jo JinHo

Former Stage Name: Jino

Main Vocalist

Born April 17, 1992 (oldest member)

5′6″ (168 cm)

Plays the Piano and Guitar

Speaks Korean and Chinese

Former company: SM Entertainment

Participated in the musical ‘All Shook Up’

This boy has some killer high notes and is pretty good at rapping, but he’s too shy to rap for any official songs

The members call him the ‘cutest tiny hyung’ and with good reason, being the shortest and oldest member of the group lol

Hongseok

Birth name: Yang Honseok

Lead Vocalist

Born April 17, 1994

5′11″ (181 cm)

Can speak Korean, Chinese, and English

Lived in San Diego, Singapore, and China for most of his childhood

Former company: YG Entertainment

The mom of the group

Amazing cooking skills

Loves books and studying languages, along with working out

Loves iron man

Acted in the movie ‘The Love that’s Left’ (2017)

Omg this boy knows how to make you weak in the knees

I mean just look at that smirk, mixed with the wink, i can’t deal with him XD

E’Dawn

Birth name: Kim HyoJong

Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist

Born June 1, 1994

5′9″ (174 cm)

Has a 4D personality

Has a few tattoos (yasss)

Great at dancing (especially popping)

Is in a subunit with Hui and their labelmate Hyuna called Triple H

This boy is cute as hell

He’s so energetic and happy but then there’s times where he looks so small and you just wanna stuff him in your fuzzy sweater

Snd then there’s times where you go “excuse me sir! who allowed you to dance like that and look absolutely delicious while doing it?!”

E’dawn stans are conflicted just about all the damn time XD

Shinwon

Birth name: Ko ShinWon

Sub Vocalist

Born December 11, 1995

6′0″ (184 cm)

Self-proclaimed visual, but I mean he ain’t wrong

Known for his broad shoulders and hot temper

Also such a damn tease, stripping all the time

He’s McDonald’s #1 fan lol

Fashionista, I expect there’s a lot of good quality airport photos of him somewhere lol

Members say that although he looks like a player, he’s very romantic

Ugh this guy doesn’t get enough screen time. but when he does, you’re on the floor from how his gaze murders you

(He’s my bias wrecker and let me tell you...im talking to yall from the grave just trying to find a gif of him for this post XD)

Yeo One

Birth Name: Yeo ChangGu

Lead Vocalist

Born March 27, 1996

5′10.5″ (179 cm)

Good dancer, swimmer, and actor

Acted in the musical drama “Chosun Beauty Competition:

Known for his cute smile and nice personality

Okay this boy is the reason for me even getting into Pentagon

I’m surprised he’s not the visual

This boy can dance, sing, and pull off a dress and wig like no other

such a cutie this boy

Yanan

Birth name: Yan An

Sub vocalist, Visual

October 25, 1996

6′1″ (186 cm)

Chinese

Can speak Korean and Chinese

a great swimmer

Can play the traditional Chinese instrument Erhu

Poor boy is afraid of amusement park rides

Kind of random

Was known as a ‘lady killer’ back in China

Ugh he’s too handsome for his own good

Just one look at him and you’re frozen with your mouth hung open cuz you’re mesmerized 

Yuto

Birth name: Adachi Yuto

Main Rapper, Vocalist

Born January 23, 1998

6′0″ (184 cm)

Can speak Korean and Japanese

Members sometimes call him “Takoyaki Prince”

Former JYP Trainee

Friends with NCT’s Yuta and ONF’s Yuto (who was also a former JYP trainee)

Former baseball player (yum)

Doesn’t do aegyo

THIS ADORABLE YET SEXY MAN RIGHT HERE IS MY BIAS AND KERUGVNSDIFGBSM

Sorry...almost lost my ‘cool’ there

This dude is the sweetest, and he is absolutely adorable without even trying

So damn humble, he calls himself the least attractive, like have you seen yourself dude!!!!?

Kino

Birth name: Kang HyungGu

Main Dancer, Vocalist, Face of the Group

Born January 27, 1998

5′10″ (177 cm)

Soundcloud: knnovation

Can speak Korean, Japanese, and English

‘Dance machine’, can imitate dance moves really well also

Helped create choreography for debut song ‘Gorilla’

Choreographed ‘Like This’

Best at girl group dances

Produced songs ‘Violet’ and ‘Off Road’

Wooseok

Birth name: Jung WooSeok

Main Rapper, Vocalist, Maknae

Born January 31, 1998

6′2″ (188.4 cm)

AKA the gentle giant XD

Likes anime

Won Special Prize at a violin competition

Friends with Wanna One’s Guanlin

Can sing a Soprano part from an opera

Wrote lyrics to Wanna One’s ‘Energetic’ (along with Hui)

Helped write lyrics to ‘Never’ for Produce 101 (with E’Dawn and Hui)

Co-writer for ‘No Way’ by UNIT RED on the UNIT (with Seo Jaewoo and Kanto)

Multitalented, adorable, sexy, bright personality...i mean...the perfect package if I do say so myself XD

MVs

Gorilla (Debut song) (October 2016)

Can You Feel It? (December 2016)

Pretty Pretty (January 2017)

Critical Beauty (June 2017)

Like This (September 2017)

Violet (November 2017)

Runaway (November 2017)

Shine (April 2018)

365 Fresh -Triple H (April 2017)

Trust Me -Yuto (w/ E’Dawn and Wooseok) (March 2018)

Lift Off (To-Do List) - Wooseok (w/ E’Dawn) (October 2017)

Lonely - Kino (February 2018)

낭만 (To-Do List) - Hongseok + Kino (August 2017)

If Only (Cover)(To-Do List) - Hongseok

벌써 겨울 / 허각, 브로맨스 (Cover) - Hui + Hongseok (February 2018)

Sapporo - Hongseok + Yeo One (March 2018)

A Little Happiness/ Our Times OST (Cover)(To-Do List) - Hongseok + Yanan (November 2017)

가자 (To-Do List) - Yeo One (September 2017)

Junho Magazine Ho Videos (I ended up making a playlist of them just cuz there’s so many lol )

Variety Shows/ Competitions/Interviews

Hui- King of Masked Singer (1,2,3,4)

Afterschool Club 2016

The Immigration 2016 (1,2)

SoompiTV- Who’s your Pentagon Soulmate?

SoompiTV- Pentagon Interview

NCT Night Night with Pentagon

TvN (1,2)

There’s so much more of these videos lol I’m sure I missed a few. If any of you have any more info on Pentagon or the individual members please feel free to message us or send an ask! I’ll add it to this post as they come in!

I hope this helps y’all fall in love with the talent and goofiness that is Pentagon!

Love y’all! ~M

@taetaetrashhh

[astralsweetness]

I watched that recent video pentagon posted of hui and got so sad... for the drabble thing, maybe something about making him cum so he can fall asleep? And reassuring him that he's doing enough or something?? Idk, it just made me sad and now I want to see him spoiled TToTT

Me too, anon..... I love him so much and just want him to be happy :( Warnings: handjob

You can tell he's tired - it's beyond obvious now that he's let his head drop to rest against your shoulder, but even before it was apparent. There's a type of very specific tension to his shoulders that you recognize, the kind he only gets when he's trying to sleep but just can't turn his brain off long enough to do so.

"I've been trying to sleep for the past half hour, but.." Hui's voice is soft, thick, exhausted, and he sighs softly as you shift him in your arms so you can rub at the back of his neck. "I keep thinking of all the things I should be doing, but I'm too tired to actually do any of them well."

"Mhm?" You keep your own voice soft, can feel the way he shivers at the low sound near his ear.

"And now I'm bothering you." ..Ah. So it was one of those nights then, where he was convinced he wasn't doing enough and was just being a nuisance to everyone because of it.

"You're not bothering anyone, sweetheart. If I hadn't wanted to come over then I wouldn't have come, you know that." He's curled up against you, eyes still shut but not truly relaxed in any sense of the word, and it hurts your heart to see. "Do you want a distraction, Hwitaek? Would that help?"

"..It has before, but you don't have -" He cuts himself off with a soft sigh when you reach down to palm him through his underwear. He's already half-hard and you wonder how much of that was just from being near you in his own bed.

"You're right, I don't have to do anything, but I want to. I want to make you feel good, Hui. I want to make you cum, want you to stop overthinking everything in that pretty little head of yours. I know it's hard for you, but just relax and let me take care of you for right now, okay baby?" The entire time you've been speaking he's been getting steadily more worked up under your touch, soft noises escaping his throat every now and then.

"Mmn.." It's not really much of a response, but you know it's the closest to an agreement that you'll get - when you duck your head to press your lips against his he returns the kiss gratefully, slowly beginning to relax. He's already so sensitive from being so tense for the past half hour that you're not at all surprised to feel him already leaking when you slip your hand under the waistband to wrap around him fully, skin on skin. It's only been a few minutes but you have a feeling he's close already, confirmed when he murmurs a shaky "gonna cum" against your neck.

"Go on, darling. I've got you." That's all it takes for him to spill over your fist, moans quiet and thick in his throat. By the time you've cleaned your hand he's already leaning on you more heavily, clearly almost asleep already.

"Thank you. I love you." It's more like one long word instead of five separate ones, mumbled and sleep-laced, but you press a kiss to his forehead anyway.

"I love you too. Sleep well, Hui."

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CONTRACT TERMINATION 07/28

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choi seungcheol (s.coups), svt as galaxy’s main rap ( @iddaewon )

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lee junho, 2pm as imperial’s main vocal ( @idcheol )

park sooyoung (joy), red velvet as cherry bomb!’s main vocal ( @idhyeyeon )

yoon sanha, astro as a kjh trainee ( @idkyeonghwan )

zhang yixing (lay), exo as olympus’ lead rap, sub vocal ( @idjunhai )

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Extras Masterlist

Below are groups that I don’t accept asks for at the moment. If I do write for them it will be from my own ideas and if I add them to the writing list they’ll be moved away from here.

BTS

Individual Members

Seokjin 7:45

Yoongi 10:58

Hoseok 8:39

Namjoon 2:25

Jimin 7:12

Taehyung 4:44

Jeongguk 11:20

Got7

Multiple Members

Got7 Kinks Hyung Line | Maknae Line

Dom/Sub/Switch

Individual Members

Mark 12:15 / 3:25

Jaebeom 3:30 / 10:44

Precious Gem

Jackson 12:21 / 7:49 / 11:39

Jinyoung 11:16 / 5:22

Youngjae 1:57 / 6:54

Bambam 9:18 / 6:23

Yugyeom 11:41 / 11:14

NCT

Individual Members

Mark 4:26

Nu’est

Individual Members

Aron / Aaron 01:26

Jr / Jonghyun 02:35

Baekho / Dongho 00:50

Minhyun 01:38

Ren / Minki 00:21

Pentagon

Multiple Members

What they would call their s/o

Dom / Switch / Sub

Pentagon Kinks Hyung Line | Maknae Line

Individual Members

Jinho 9:20

Hui / Hoetaek 9:34

Hongseok 12:09

Shinwon 11:49

Yeo One / Changgu 11:50

Yanan 12:07

Yuto 12:18

Hopeless Intro | One Shot

Kino / Hyunggu 12:11

Wooseok 12:11

[chinguwritings]

The Best Birthday Present (M)

A/N: Omg I was supposed to finish and post this on the 27th T^T well… Happy Belated Birthday to Kino! 

Man sub Kino makes me so weak I was dying writing this let me live anon. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it >.>

-Admin Kay

Requested: Sub!Kino

Pairing: Kino x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 1,849

“Morning, baby,” you whispered to Hyunggu, pecking his forehead. He was still fast asleep, comfortably spread on his small bed. He didn’t move even the slightest bit when you greeted him; he was as still as a statue.

“Hyunggu, wake up,” you whined, gently shaking him. You hated to disturb his peaceful slumber, but you had made an agreement with Hoetaek a few days ago to take Hyunggu out in the morning of his birthday. The boys were planning to throw him a surprise party so they needed to get him out of the dorms in order to prepare.

“Hyunggu, baby, you really need to get up! I made breakfast reservations,” you continued whining, shaking him harder.

“Mgh,” he groaned, pulling the sheets over his head.

“Hyunggu! If you don’t get up now I’ll… um… the tickle monster will have to wake you up!”

Silence.

“Being stubborn are you? Okay, well, you’re definitely gonna get it!”

Climbing on top of him, you straddled him, your hands attacking his sides.

You could feel him tense up beneath you, as he tried to contain his laughter, but it only took a few moments before he broke.

“Babe! Babe! Stop!” he giggled, squirming around, trying to push your hands off of him.

“Wake up!” you laughed, continuing to tickle him despite his pleas for you to stop.

“I’m up! I’m up!”

“I don’t know, you don’t seem up to me.”

“Babe!”

“What?”

“Stop! Stop! Please!”

“Why?”

“Because!”

“Because of this?”

You finally stopped tickling him, your hands resting on his chest as you gently rolled your hips against the stiffness in his boxers.

“Babe…” he said shyly, breaking eye contact with you as he turned his head away, a tinge of pink in his cheeks.

“What? Nobody’s here,” you replied in a soothing tone, leaning forward to peck his flushed skin.

“But still…”

“Alright, alright. Hurry and get ready so we’re not late for our breakfast!”

“So did you like it?” you asked as you drove back to the dorms.

“Yes, it was so good! You know me so well.”

“I’d hope I know you well! You’re my boyfriend! Took me forever to find that restaurant though, it’s so small… not one of the bigger, known, names.”

“Thanks, babe. Why couldn’t we get dessert though? I wanted to try the strawberry pancake stack…”

“Because, I said so. I have my reasons. Anyways, we’re here.”

As the two of you climbed out of the car, Hyunggu pulled out his keys to the dorm. It was pitch black when he swung the door open, you literally couldn’t see a thing. He quickly turned the lights on, just to be startled a few moments later.

“SAENGIL CHUKHA HAE, HYUNGGU!”

Nine boys wearing birthday hats popped out from various hiding spots in the living area, hands in the air, big, cheerful smiles on their faces. The room was colorfully decorated with bouquets of balloons and streamers hanging from every corner.

Soon, all of the boys ran toward the front door, smothering Hyunggu with hugs, and forcing a birthday hat on his head. They sat him down on the couch, letting you sit on one side of him, Hongseok sitting on the other; everyone else spread out and sat on the floor around the small coffee table.

Once everyone finally settled down and dispersed amongst the room, Hoetaek entered from the kitchen, a small cake in his hands. After he placed it on the table, he stuck the candles into the middle of the cake, lighting the wicks with a match.

“Hana, dul, set!” he counted off, cuing everyone to sing the ‘Happy Birthday Song’ for Hyunggu.

“Saengil chukha hamnida

saengil chukha hamnida

sarangha neun Hyunggu-shi

saengil chukha hamnida!”

The boys cheered and clapped as Hyunggu blew out the candles on the cake, closing his eyes as he made a wish. In the meanwhile, Hongseok grabbed a hand-full of icing from the cake and smeared it onto Hyunggu’s face as soon as he opened his eyes.

The boys laughed as he wiped of some of the icing with his index finger, slipping it between his lips to taste it.

“It’s good,” he replied, choked up as he struggled not to laugh.

“Could I try some?” you teased, leaning toward him and taking a big lick at his cheek. You could see the shocked expression on his face, his eyes wide, his body stiff like a statue.

“Ooo, Hyunggu!” the boys roared at your sexual actions toward your boyfriend. Even with icing covering his cheeks, you could tell he was embarrassed just by his body language.

He looked at you with worried eyes as he fidgeted in his seat, pulling one of the sofa pillows over his lap. You could tell he wanted to escape from the crowded room to a more private place, but he didn’t want to say anything or make a scene.

“Come, baby. Let’s get your face cleaned up,” you smiled, motioning him to follow you.

He immediately shook his head, looking down at the pillow that was hiding his excitement before looking back up at you.

“Don’t worry, they won’t see,” you reassured, gently grabbing his hand.

“Go,” Hongseok whispered, nudging him off the couch, “she probably has something special for you.”

“Shut up!” he whispered back, throwing the pillow at him as he finally stood up, and followed you to the kitchen.

As soon as you got there, you pinned him against the counter, your palms firmly pressed against his hips.

“Baby, could I have another lick?” you smirked, leaning toward his face again.

You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously, quickly nodding.

“Good boy,” you praised, taking a tongue-full of icing from his cheek. When you pulled away, he was extremely tense; his eyes were squeezed shut, lips taken in between his teeth, and his hands clenched in fists.

“You okay, babe?” you asked, tilting your head at him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

He remained quiet, staring at you nervously as you awaited an answer.

“You’re so quiet today… hopefully you won’t be so quiet in a few minutes,” you said playfully winking.

Quickly, you grabbed a few napkins to wipe the rest of the icing off his face. As soon as he was all cleaned up, you didn’t hesitate to continue teasing the already needy, Hyunggu.

“So, where were we?” you asked playfully, your arms wrapping around his neck, one of your legs between his. As you connected your lips, you moved your leg up and down, rubbing the inner side of his legs, and your thigh rubbing against his erection. He wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on the small of your back as he gently pulled you closer, not allowing any space between your bodies. You moved your lips down to his neck, kissing as much as possible from his ear to his collar bone. He moaned as you cupped your hand over his bulge, stroking his throbbing member.

“You want it, babe? I can relieve you right here,” you spoke in a seductive voice, your hands fiddling with with his pants button.

Quickly, he grabbed your wrist and shook his head, “I want to go back to my room.”

“Alright, I guess we gotta sneak back to your room.”

Once you got back to his room, you closed the door and locked it. Immediately, you pushed Hyunggu onto the bed and climbed on top of him, crashing your lips onto his as your hands reaching beneath you to undo his pants. As soon as you could, you pulled his pants down his legs and dropped them them onto the floor.

He watched as your hands moved back up to the tent in his boxers and started stroking him. When you looked back up at him, his lower lip was between his teeth, eyebrows knitted as he anxiously anticipating your every move.

Pulling your hand away, you sat on his lap as you slowly and teasingly took off your shirt and bra. He gazed at you lustfully, his mouth agape as he slid his hands up and down your bare sides.

“Hey, not yet,” you scolded, grabbing his hands and pinning him down to the bed. “You have to wait until I say so.”

He nodded nervously before you proceeded to take off his shirt. He moaned as you lightly outlined his abs with your finger, gradually making your way down to the waistband of his boxers. You could see his chest dramatically rising and falling as you continued to tease him, touching his hips and lower abdomen area. Finally, you slid his boxers down his legs, and tossed them to side.

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and started pumping him at a slow steady pace, earning low, breathy moans from Hyunggu. His eyes watched gazed at you intently as you pleasured him, his teeth clenched and body tense.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you went down on him, taking in as much as you could.

“(Y/n),” he gasped at the contact with your wet cavern, your soft tongue meeting the underside of his shaft. His moans got louder as you worked your mouth all over his member. You could see his body start to shake, his hands in fists as he grasped his sheets.

“Babe, I’m-”

“No you’re not,” you interrupted, connecting your lips with his, your tongue slipping into his mouth.

You could feel the tip of his length brushing against your stomach as you hovered over him, finally unclothing your lower half, taking a condom out of your shorts pocket before tossing them to the floor.

“D-did you have this planned? The whole time?” he stuttered, watching as you ripped the package open and rolled to thin latex over him.

“Of course I did. I knew you’d like the idea of birthday sex,” you winked, positioning his member to your wet core.

“I love you,” he groaned as you slowly sank onto him. You guided his hands onto your hips, yours falling onto his chest as you slowly rolled your hips against him, adjusting to his size. He filled you perfectly, his shallow thrusts following your steady rhythm. His hands moved from your hips to your lower back, holding onto you as you rode him. As you increased your pace, he became a moaning mess beneath you, his breaths becoming labored. You could tell he was close, his body shaking and tense as your hips continuously collided with his. As your pace increased further, you could feel the familiar sensation of your approaching climax building up inside of you. 

“Fuck,” Hyunggu cried out, orgasming only a few seconds before you. You could feel his member pulsating inside of you, the same pleasure exploding inside of you as you reached your peak. 

“Happy Birthday,” you sighed, plopping down next to him, trying to catch your breath.

“Thanks,” he smiled, pecking you on the cheek. “Definitely my favorite birthday present.”

[astralsweetness]

Set my soul on fire (make me wild) || Hui/Reader (M)

➣ I was originally going to write a LOT more smut (I had so much planned that I never got to!!! ugh).. Maybe I’ll have to do a part 2 or something 👀 the amount of time i spent looking at pics of his studio just so that one scene would be accurate is insane Title from the song ‘Queen of Disaster’. Very briefly proof-read, so please feel free to inform me of typos!

➣ Hui/Reader | Hui drunkenly kisses the reader without explicit consent but owns up to it bcs I’m tired of every other fic that includes this trope just glossing over it | Smut warnings include: masturbation, fingering, hair-pulling (implied), biting (mostly implied), oral + snowballing, slight pain/masochism (implied), some humiliation/degradation + some praise, referenced submissive headspace, and all of them apply to Hui lmao. Also it’s mentioned that Hui isn’t strictly heterosexual and if that bothers you then idk what to tell you

➣ “He is hanging off your every word and you suddenly feel like you have a choice to make - it’s one you don’t think about for more than a second, because you realize that you don’t need to.”

Hui knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you had completely ruined his life just by existing in it.

It wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily. The feeling he got whenever you smiled at him, for example, was definitely not a bad thing. The way his skin tingled whenever you brushed against him was.. bothersome, but not a bad thing. The way his heart sped up and beat almost painfully hard whenever he indulged in his regular skinship with you wasn’t particularly bad, but he’d stopped doing that recently just as a preservation strategy so he didn’t die in the next year from a heart attack. (He was a naturally touchy person, and he wasn’t completely sure how he felt at having to stop that with you specifically.)

The way his mind constantly drifted to thoughts of you was starting to become an issue though, as was how he tensed up whenever you got even moderately close to him. You’d started to notice, and he had no idea how to tell you that it was happening because of that one time the rest of the boys had ‘accidentally’ forced the two of you to be pressed against one another in an elevator, and that just the knowledge that your breasts were pressing against his arm had him fighting to not get hard like some sort of teenager. He wasn’t totally sure how successful he’d be the next time if something similar happened.

Still, you were, as far as he was concerned, completely unattainable, and that in itself was a problem. He’d experienced his fair share of heartaches and heartbreaks before, but this was.. different. At least in those circumstances he’d gotten a definitive answer.

With you though, he couldn’t even bring himself to ask, had resigned himself to pining over you like a kid with a crush.

If you hadn’t ruined his life then you sure as hell had made it harder.

.｡..｡.

When Hui gets a knock on his studio door around six pm he’s not particularly surprised – lately his members had taken to dropping in to make sure he had eaten something that day. (Usually he had not.)

He is surprised to see you standing alongside Yuto when he opens the door, so he glances at the maknae suspiciously – Yuto seems perfectly innocent, but Hui wasn’t exactly sure how much of that was an act.

“Hyung, did you eat today?” The younger boy holds up a bag as an offering – it doesn’t look like the regular convenience store food the boys would usually grab for him, so Hui accepts it hesitantly.

“I was originally just going to bring food for Hyunggu, since he was apparently starving in his studio or something, but then he mentioned that you never ate either, so..” You’re looking at him like you’re vaguely disappointed, and it makes a funny feeling tighten in his chest so he pretends to be completely absorbed with looking through the bag. He’s not sure where you got the food from, but it was mostly stuff that he actually liked. “I went to a place Hyunggu wanted, but he told me what he thought you’d like from there – I hope he was right.”

“This – you didn’t have to do this.” It’s nice not being the one buying things for once, he has to admit that to himself, but he still felt a bit bad that you’d felt the need to bring him anything at all. “Thank you, though.”

“You’re right, I didn’t have to. I wanted to – just like I wanted to bring Yuto food too when Hyunggu told me he was also here.” You’ve perched on the edge of his small leather couch and he wonders if you’d ever been in here before – he honestly can’t remember, though with how hyper-aware he was of you it was pretty safe to assume you hadn’t been. Yuto’s lingering near the door quietly, watching you and he interact, and he feels like the younger is analyzing what was happening.

“Thank you for it – I should go eat it now, while it’s still warm.” Yuto’s gentle bass of a voice is almost soothing, but Hui shoots him a look anyway because he suddenly knew what was happening. His maknaes were downright masterminds when it came to plans like this, and he can’t think of any way to get Yuto to stay before you bid him a cheerful goodbye as the Japanese boy smiles at the both of you as he carefully closes the door.

“Should I go too? I don’t want to distract you or be a bother or anything.” Your question is so sincere that he just looks at you for a few moments, tries to figure out a way to say ‘Yes, you do distract me and bother me, but definitely not in the way you’re thinking’. He finally settles on a single head shake, clearing a small portion of one of his desks to place the food on.

“Did you already eat?”

“No, but I’m fine.” Your answer is quiet, and he glances over to see you gazing around his studio – he feels vaguely embarrassed, though he’s not particularly sure why. His studio is remarkably small, it’s true, but he’s not actually ashamed of anything in it.

“You’ve never been in here before?” He’s pretty sure you haven’t, but there’s no harm in confirming it. You’d been focused intently on reading the names on his soccer jerseys, but once he speaks you turn all that intense concentration on to him and his mouth goes dry.

“Nope. Not that I remember, anyway, and I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.” You’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know why that’s something you’d remember, but your smile makes him not really care about the particulars. “Now eat, Hui.”

He raises his eyebrows at the parental tone you’ve adopted but says nothing, knowing there was no way he could get out of it now – and honestly, he didn’t really want to. He was really fucking hungry, and the meat you’d brought him smelled delicious.

It’s only as he’s taking his first bite (which is excellent by the way, Hyunggu apparently had a very good taste in restaurants) that he remembers what you said about not eating and makes a stupid split-second decision. (He’s never been one to think about things like this too much before blindly doing them, which was probably a problem, come to think of it.)

“Here –“ He holds the strip of bulgogi out towards you, one hand underneath, the sound of his heartbeat a constant background theme song. “Say ‘ah’~” And it’s so easy to pretend, to act like he’s just being friendly, to tinge everything he says with a bit of aegyo – you roll your eyes at him but accept the food anyway.

It’s not easy to ignore the intimacy of an act like this, to ignore the way he’s hit with a sudden yearning deep in his chest to be able to feed you food whenever, like a real significant other could.

“Thank you, but no more! This food is for you.”

“Okay, okay.”

The silence that slips back afterwards is mostly comfortable – you seem determined to make sure he eats, so while he does so you go back to gazing around his studio. Hui feels like there really wasn’t that much to look at, but you hadn’t looked bored yet, taking in the contents of his desk and then computer monitor. He realizes belatedly that he still had the windows open for some of their unreleased tracks, but when he glances at you again you’ve already moved on from them, so he leaves them where they are.

“Are you still seeing that one guy?” It’s easy conversation, light and carefree even if the topic makes him feel a bit bitter – as much as the knowledge of you seeing other people ate away at him he knows it would bother him more if you didn’t feel comfortable talking with him about it at all. Being able to be a close friend you confided in was something he cared more about than not feeling jealous.

“Oh – no, I’m not.” Your tone is carefully disinterested, but he can see through it well enough by now. Still, he doesn’t say anything, just turns so he’s fully facing you, focused and listening. “We just had a – confliction of interests I guess you could say.” You laugh softly at your wording and he laughs too, even if he doesn’t totally understand what you mean.

“And that means, what, exactly?”

“He thought women should be submissive during sex, and I disagreed.” ..Oh. Hui’s gaze darts away as he tries to process that – it wasn’t that you talking about sex was surprising. He was used to talking with you about intimately private things like this, though that was before this annoying infatuation with you had manifested into the tiresome nuisance it was now. Still, you’d never exactly stated your.. affinities towards any one thing.

“Ah.. is that so?” He sounds much hoarser than he’d meant to, like he’d choked on something – he still can’t look at you, because suddenly all he can think about is what that meant, if it meant leather and pain or lace and sweetness, if it meant scathing words or saccharine praises.

“Are you blushing?” You’re leaning forward off his couch, grinning and trying to get a look at his face, one of your hands on his knee to keep him from turning away from you - and he realizes that yes, he is fucking blushing, and the place you were touching him felt like it was blistering with heat. “Well, at least you’re not getting all upset with me for injuring your masculine pride or whatever by being a woman who doesn’t like to –“

“Okay! Okay okay, please take mercy on me!” His slightly exaggerated whining is met with your laughter, and his face feels like it’s on fucking fire, but he can’t look away from you now that he’d accidentally met your gaze.

“Sorry – you’re just so cute when you’re flustered!” And he knows he shouldn’t take this as anything more than friendly teasing, just like whenever Hyunggu would call him ‘cute’ whenever he got scared of something, but your words still make something short-circuit in his brain and he swears to everything that you will be the death of him.

“I’m – sorry things didn’t work out with him, but you’re really going to kill me if you keep this up.” And it’s not even a lie – he is ninety-eight percent sure that if you keep talking like this without giving him time to recuperate then he was just going to over-heat and pass out.

“I should go anyway, I’ve distracted you long enough – I didn’t go too far, did I?” You’ve stood up now and are looking down at him with a worried smile, so he just shakes his head because he’s pretty sure if he tried to talk he’d say something stupid like ‘No, I definitely didn’t mind hearing you say that, and while you’re at it please tell me some more’. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Make sure you eat it all!”

He manages a “goodbye” that sounds sort of like he wasn’t dying, waving to you until you leave and his studio door beeps to signify that it was locked again.

“For fuck’s sake..” Hui forces himself to breathe deep, tries to will some of the heat to leave his face. He really didn’t know why he was getting so flustered over something like this – he wasn’t usually the type. Was it just because it was you? Because he definitely wouldn’t mind if you preferred to be dominant?

Hui curses again, a quiet ‘fuck’ that doesn’t really encompass everything he’s feeling but seems to be the best he can manage. Fuck indeed. He was so fucked.

.｡..｡.

The next time Hui’s in his studio he does his best to forget about the conversation the two of you had had last in there, tries to forget the way his entire body had lit up when you touched his leg, tries to forget the way you’d smiled so sweetly when he fed you.

It doesn’t go well.

To be honest, he didn’t do things like this often – he was busy most of the time, and if he was in his studio then he usually had something he needed to work on instead. But being in this room less than twenty-four hours after you had off-handedly mentioned that you liked to take a more dominant approach in the bedroom had him unable to concentrate on anything else, though he had made a valiant effort for an upwards of fifteen minutes.

With an agitated huff he’s pushing his chair back from his desk with more force than necessary, moving to make sure his studio’s door was locked before taking a seat on the edge of his couch. For a moment he contemplates if he’s really going to do this, runs an aggressive hand through his dyed silver hair and then curses the tingling pain it brings that he doesn’t quite hate as much as he should in the moment.

There’s a lingering feeling of shame and a much stronger feeling of embarrassment covering his body when he reaches for himself, though it only lasts for a few moments until the feeling of the rough friction of his palm through his jeans overpowers anything else.

Hui tips his head back with a soft moan before he remembers he needs to keep quiet, bites his lip when he unzips himself so he can wrap his fingers around his cock more easily. He’s rough, impatient, wants to finish fast but also likes the slight bit of pain – he full body shudders when he finally tugs the waistband of his briefs down and feels the cold air hit him, falling back onto his forearm. He knows, for a fact, that there’s a small bottle of lube in one of his drawers somewhere, but he doesn’t bother looking for it – he’s slick enough as is, and the slight pain keeps him grounded, keeps him from getting into it enough that he wouldn’t be able to monitor his volume.

There’s a slight urgency surrounding it all that is always there when doing something like this in a semi-public place, and he gives into it this time and allows it to urge him on quicker, fucking into his fist like he was going to get caught at any second.

He wants to drag this out, wants to get this over with, wants to think about anything else or feel the need to pull up some dirty video on his phone to finish, but all he can think about is you, you, you – he wonders what it would be like if you were the one stroking him instead, if you’d take pity on him or would be ruthless, if you’d whisper sweet compliments into his skin or humiliate him with biting words, if you’d bite at his neck, he really wanted you to bite at his neck and mark him up –

He orgasms with a choked off cry, hastily shoves the back of his wrist against his teeth to try to keep quiet as his hips buck sloppily into the loose circle of his fingers. He’s never been particularly quiet, and another wave of arousal washes over him as he imagines you telling him to keep it down, warning him that you’d have to gag him otherwise. He whimpers pitifully at the thought and tries to shut his mind down, feeling overstimulated both physically and mentally.

His fingers are sticky, the warmth quickly drying on his skin, and he feels much too hot, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin alongside a layer of shame. He’s not totally sure why but he feels like he’s just made everything worse, like somehow he’d crossed a line and now being around you was going to be ten times harder.

He also feels like this was inevitable though, that his attraction to you had been building for so long that if he hadn’t found a release for it somewhere then he would have gone insane.

Or maybe he’s insane now, now that he’d done something this dirty and depraved. He really didn’t know, gaze still just a bit glassy and unfocused.

What he did know was that he was completely and utterly fucked at this point, collapses onto his back and lets his aching forearm finally take a break as his eyes slide shut in defeat.

.｡..｡.

“You’re not serious.”

“Of course we are, hyung – why, do you have a problem with it?”

Hongseok is taunting him, like he always does, and Hui would usually play along and tease him back but he feels completely thrown off guard and does nothing more than blink at all of them incredulously. His lack of a playful reaction in return has Hongseok softening a bit at the edges, but Hyunggu isn’t nearly as merciful.

“What’s the problem with it? You’ve been wanting us to do something bonding like this for a while, and now we have a time to do it, a reason to do it, and someone to make sure we don’t screw it all up by doing something stupid when we’re drunk.”

“We didn’t force her, hyung, she offered when we asked.” Yuto’s trying to alleviate Hui’s concerns, but he’s way off base – still, he’s trying, so Hui manages what he hopes is more smile than it is grimace in the Japanese boy’s direction.

“We want to drink, she doesn’t like drinking, and we have a few days off because Road to Kingdom ended – what are you so worried about?” Changgu asks him, kind and sincere as always – Hui doesn’t trust him for a minute, but he can’t fight the natural urge to tell everyone what his issue was anyway. God, he hated them sometimes. (They were his family, and he supposed sometimes you just had to hate your family.)

“You all know my – my problem with her.”

“Yeah, we know you want to –“

“Date her.” Wooseok cuts Shinwon off at the last second, modifying whatever it was his hyung had been about to say – Shinwon looks both annoyed and scandalized that Wooseok had thought he was going to say anything else. Hui does his best to ignore them.

“You really thought I’d be okay with her being the one watching over us while we drank? Knowing that none of us can drink well?” He swore he could literally feel his stress levels rising – it wasn’t like he was an embarrassing drunk or anything, but he knew he had an incredibly low tolerance for it, and he also knew that if the entire group was drinking then they were just going to end up egging one another on until everyone was truly smashed.

“Well, you’re going to have to be okay with it, hyung.” Hyunggu, always the hard-ass, insists forcefully – he doesn’t say it unkindly, but he says it in a tone that brooks no room for disagreement. It’s more Kino’s voice than it is Hyunggu’s, scarily similar to when they’re in the practice room.

Hui knows he could override it with hyung or leader seniority, knows Hyunggu is watching him carefully to see if it’s actually something the elder couldn’t deal with.

He ultimately says nothing, just sighs in a way that lets everyone else know he’s acquiesced – the resulting cheer brings a small smile to his face, even if he still feels uneasy about how the planned drinking night would go. He knew that when it came to both his members and you in one building with alcohol involved there was no way he wasn’t royally fucked.

.｡..｡.

The night goes exactly as you expected it to – none of the Pentagon members could hold their liquor particularly well, which meant that after an hour and a half they were all at their limits. (It was honestly kind of funny to watch. They were all so intent on getting one another drunk that they weren’t really even paying attention to the way everyone was sabotaging each other by constantly keeping the cups full.)

Still, that meant you were mostly trying to make sure they didn’t kill or injure themselves somehow. It wasn’t too hard of a task, though you did have to threaten both Wooseok and Hyunggu to keep them from climbing on top of the only coffee table Dorm A had. You were pretty sure the glass would just shatter under their combined weight. Hyunggu had targeted you with an impressive pout after that, but he’d lost interest pretty quickly when Yuto had fallen asleep - not that you blamed him, the rapper was sort of adorable when he slept.

It also meant that when Hui got up to get water – he swore that’s what he was getting, at least – you followed him. The man was a menace in the kitchen when he was sober, you were almost afraid to imagine what he’d manage to do when he was drunk. Just his presence alone might cause the stove to burst into flames or something. He was seriously cursed.

“Why are you following me?” His question is just a bit slurred together, almost sounding more like he was incredibly sleepy instead of drunk – you figure it’s because he hadn’t had as much to drink, but you weren’t really sure. You hadn’t been monitoring how much any person drank, more concerned with keeping them alive. (They could manage to injure themselves sitting on the floor sober, so being drunk just made your job several times harder.)

“Just checking.” You murmur – he raises his eyebrows at your comment but doesn’t say anything else, turning to grab a glass from one of the cupboards. You watch him for four whole seconds before you decide he’s about to knock several of them to the floor, stepping forward to reach for it instead. Maybe you’d been wrong about how much he had drank.

“I could have gotten it..” His petulance makes you smile, doing your best not to laugh at the little “hmph” he gives you when you inform him that no, he probably could not have.

“Just let me take care of you, you big baby. At least this way I can make sure you’re getting only water.”

“That is all I was getting..” He’s still sulking when you hand it to him, face flushed from the culmination of everything he’d drank tonight. You force your gaze away when he begins to drink – even drunk off his ass he was still an infuriatingly confusing mix of handsome and cute, and you resolutely did not want to watch his throat when he swallowed.

The sound of glass hitting a bit too hard on a solid surface startles you – Hui’s set his glass down incredibly close to your hand, depth perception just a bit fucked. You want to open your mouth to scold him for the close call, but his body heat is incredibly distracting, and he’s raising one of his hands and your breath catches in your throat.

He cages you in against the dorm’s sink, one hand on the side of your neck – to angle the kiss better or to steady himself you weren’t sure – with the other bracing himself as he presses his lips to yours. He’s so ultra-hot against your body, tastes of the same fruity drink Shinwon had been pressing into his hand all evening, the metal of his belt buckle biting into your stomach.

It’s not until he gives a soft breathy moan into your mouth that you realize you’ve been kissing him back for the past thirty seconds in his own kitchen, heedless of the rest of his members in the adjoining room or the fact that he was drunk enough he could barely stand without assistance. You press at his shoulders with minimal force, missing the pressure of his lips when he instantly moves away.

“What..?” He looks immensely confused, and you feel awful for kissing him back when you weren’t totally sure he was even aware of what he was doing. “Why’d you push me away?“

“Hui –“

“You kissed me back, so why’d y –“

“I just don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret later, Hwitaek.” You hope the use of his full name will get through to him – it seems it does, in some regard, because while he chokes out a half-disbelieving and half-tormented laugh he still pauses and blinks at you slowly like he was trying to carefully choose his next words.

“You act like I haven’t wanted to do this since the first time I met you.” And oh, his voice is just a bit huskier, a bit slurred on the syllables, but he says them carefully and you know that, at the very least, Drunk Hui meant them.

The problem was that you didn’t know if Sober Hui would agree.

“You should go to bed, Hui.” You say this instead of saying all the other things crowding the tip of your tongue, instead of grabbing him by the collar and kissing him again – alcohol took away a person’s consent, and you weren’t about to take a chance to pressure Hui into doing something you weren’t sure he wanted in the first place.

“No one else has gone to bed yet..” Now he’s sulking – but this is normal, this you can deal with. You can pretend like your lips didn’t still tingle where his had been touching, can pretend like you weren’t already addicted to the feeling.

“That’s not really a valid argument considering Yuto’s fallen asleep twice already.” You counter, watching the way he bites at his bottom lip in frustration – you know it for what it is, and it still seems coy to you instead, like he’s trying to seduce you.

God, what was wrong with you? He was just pouting now, brow furrowed, and you feel absolutely pathetic for seeing his current actions as anything other than what they really were.

It didn’t matter how attractive or desirable you found him, you couldn’t in good conscience do anything while he was so inebriated.

“Come on, Hui – let’s get you to bed so I can get back to the other boys to make sure they haven’t done something stupid, like coercing Hongseok into wrestling Changgu shirtless. Again.”

“It wasn’t that stupid –“

“They literally broke a bookshelf with their bodies, be quiet.” The banter comes easily, is normal and comfortable – it’s easy to pretend like he hadn’t just been kissing you, like you hadn’t just been fantasizing about him seducing you of his own free will. His skin is warm underneath your fingertips, flushed from the alcohol, as you direct him by the bicep down the hall and to his room.

You’re rarely in here – he’s rarely in here, actually, considering how much time he spends at his studio, how often he sleeps there. Because of that his room is sparsely decorated, an incredibly faint lingering smell of the cologne he occasionally wore clinging to the edges of some of the surfaces. It’s a heady scent that you do your absolute best to ignore, because it brings to mind images of him whenever he bothered to get extra dressed up, devastatingly handsome.

He lets you guide him over to his bed with zero fuss but turns back towards you when his knees hit the edge of it, one hand coming up to caress your cheek. It’s a deceptively gentle action, and you know you should really stop him, but you don’t move when he leans in to kiss you again. Underneath the flavor of alcohol there’s a distinctive taste that is purely him, and you know if you weren’t addicted to kissing him before then you definitely were now.

When you nip at his bottom lip and he lets out a shuddering moan you realize what you’re doing, try to pull away as fast as you can – this wasn’t fair to him, when he wasn’t in his right mind – but he catches you with a hand frantically landing on your waist, dropping his head to litter kisses along your jaw and then throat. You try to ignore the way your legs go weak at the feeling.

“Please –“ It’s more of a whine than a plea, but you feel it against the skin of your neck all the same, the words dragged along your pulse-point like a searing flame. “If we don’t now, then I don’t think –“

“You need to sleep.” It takes every ounce of willpower inside of you to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs, the insistent hard press of his cock against your thigh, the way his whimper when you push at his chest vibrates along the skin of your shoulder where he presses one last desperate kiss. “We can – we’ll talk about it in the morning.” You continue to push him gently back until he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, gazing up at you through his eyelashes, flushed and looking five different kinds of wrecked. Your entire nervous system threatens to shut down at the sight and you’re not sure that you can keep your promise about talking about it tomorrow.

He’s apparently not sure of it either, expression pinched and distraught when you press him insistently by the shoulders back onto his bed. His hair is ruffled and his eyes are glazed (from the alcohol or lust, you weren’t sure), his lips slick and kiss-bruised –

You tear your gaze away and force yourself to breathe again. When you look back Hui’s thrown a forearm over his eyes, bottom lip snagged between his teeth, breathing labored.

It takes ten seconds before you’re out of the room, clicking the door shut as quietly as you can, trying to erase the imagery of tears staining his face.

.｡..｡.

When Hui wakes up it’s to a pounding head and the vaguely disgusting feeling you get when you sleep in your clothes on top of your covers. His entire body hurts and he makes the same promise he always does when he wakes up like this, the same one he’s never kept – he’ll never drink again. Or, at the very least, he’ll never drink that much again.

His whole room spins when he pushes himself up, groaning softly at the way he feels like the world tilts dangerously on its axis as he slides his legs off the edge of his mattress. It’s only because of this world-shifting that he notices Wooseok asleep on the other side of his bed, all his long limbs drawn in as close as possible, his brow furrowed in his sleep.

He wonders when the maknae had ended up here and how they’d decided on rooms while he goes to the pain-staking process of draping one of his extra blankets over the tall boy. The world is still too bright (even with his blinds shut) and every step he takes feels a bit like walking through mud, but when he sees the way Wooseok slightly relaxes after being covered it all feels worth it.

The trek from his room to the kitchen feels like it takes much longer than it should, but at the very least the suspiciously long stretch of the dorm gives ample time for his headache to shift from excruciating to manageable. He was going to find the bottle of Aspirin, take all of them, and then go the fuck back to sleep. (Okay, maybe one of those was an exaggeration, but it sure felt like he could use that many painkillers.)

“Good morning.” He almost chokes when he hears your voice, a sudden onslaught of memories causing his face to heat up – you weren’t even looking at him, busying yourself with the small skillet Hongseok kept religiously cleaned. Hui wasn’t sure if his nausea was due to the smell of food or the way all he could think about was how he had – stupidly, why the fuck had he done that – kissed you and then tried to get you into bed with him.

“..Morning.” He hopes you take his lackluster response as a product of his hangover, sliding into one of the chairs at the kitchen table so he can bury his head in his hands.

“That bad, huh? You’re going to have to learn to tell Shinwon ‘no’ when he offers you drinks, you know.” He looks up to see you placing what he assumes is an Aspirin down on the table in front of him, already turned back to grab him water. He’s not sure if he’s glad you mistook his suffering as the results of a hangover or not.

“Thanks.” He waits until you hand him the glass before he takes the medicine, downing the rest of the contents when he realizes just how thirsty he was. He can feel the weight of your gaze still on him and it makes the blood in his veins feel like ice, knowing you had to remember the exact same things he (suddenly) did.

“If it makes you feel any better, Hongseok is way worse off than you right now. I honestly can’t believe he’s such a lightweight sometimes…” Your tone is sympathetic, but all Hui feels is a slight smug happiness at there being someone else who was, at the very least, suffering more than he currently was. At least Hongseok hadn’t had the chance to do anything stupid with someone he liked last night, like Hui had. “Honestly, it’s sort of impressive.”

“Huh?” He’d stopped listening to you by pure accident, forces himself to refocus on you – which just causes his eyes to instantly lock on to your lips, face heating up because not only does he remember kissing them, he remembers what they felt like and tasted like and he has to fight to tear his gaze away. God he was so fucked.

“How many lightweights you have in your band. In a group of nine you’d think it’d be more even, but, like.. almost all of you can’t hold your liquor. It’s kind of impressive.” You’re back to focusing on whatever it is you’re cooking – he only just now notices you also have ramen boiling in their small stove to the side, the dull bubbling of the water having blended into background noise long before he’d realized it had been there.

“Are they okay?” He’s sure they are, but there’s some deeply ingrained part of him that feels required to check – the soft smile you give him in response makes him feel like he’s in high school again whenever his crush would focus on him and him alone, and he isn’t sure what to do with that feeling now that he’s twenty eight years old, so he looks down at his empty cup instead.

“They’ll be okay. Wooseokkie ended up in your room – I’m sure you noticed him.” You wait for him to glance at you and nod before continuing. “Hongseok and Changgu ended up in the same room together, which worked out well considering Changgu’s probably the only one who could sleep through Hongseok’s pitiful whining about his hangover anyway. Hyunggu and Yuto shared a room, I think – which I guess means Shinwon ended up alone. Any guess on whether he’ll be happy or upset about that?”

“It could be either.” He responds, mostly because it’s true (Shinwon’s moods were hard to predict sometimes) but partly because talking about his members was something he could easily do, something that felt familiar and normal. It felt safe and far away from the topic he didn’t want to think about. (But he was thinking about it anyway, could remember your warmth when your body was pressed against his, could remember the way you kissed him back bruisingly and made him want nothing more than for you to wreck him every day of his life.)

“Oh, right – Yanan’s in China, by the way, and Jinho’s in the military.”

“Thanks.” His response is a dry remark at the way you were trying to tease him – like he didn’t know where Yanan was and wasn’t constantly in contact with the soon-to-be actor, like he didn’t think about Jinho every single day and wonder if he was doing well. “What would I do without your incredibly timely information.”

You just roll your eyes at him and turn to the ramen – he wonders who you’re making it for before realizing it was probably for whoever woke up hungry. That realization makes a certain spot in his chest warm, and he tries to ignore it because for fuck’s sake, not now.

“I knew it was going to go badly..” He mutters to himself – you hum questioningly and he blinks, surprised you heard him and instantly trying to reach for a half-truth that you’d believe. “Drinking so much, I mean.” Not totally a lie, which meant he could say it and have it sound mostly believable. To his relief you seem to take it at face value.

A silence stretches out between the two of you – it seems comfortable for you, but he feels like his skin is crawling, waiting for the moment you spring the dreaded conversation on him. He can’t think of any more topics to bring up to stall it.

“Hwitaek.” The tone of your voice makes his heart drop into his stomach and freezes over any warmth he’d been feeling because he knows the conversation that is now seconds away from happening is going to be one he didn’t ever want to have. “I think we should talk about what happened last night.”

“What happened?” He tries to brush it off like he didn’t remember, but his voice wavers just a bit and he can’t meet your gaze and he knows that you don’t buy it for a second.

“We have to.” Your voice is soft, gentle, and he hates it because he feels like you’re trying to be as kind as possible, and that didn’t bode well for how the conversation was going to go. “Did you do what you did because you were drunk, or because you were drunk and wanted to?”

Your gaze has him pinned to the seat, his own eyes wide and brain trying to stutter through any excuse he could think of, and when that didn’t work, trying to think of some way he could play it all off as a joke, or as him just being an overly friendly drunk.

You won’t believe anything but the truth, he can tell, and he was a shit liar even when he wasn’t hungover and panicked.

“I –“ He doesn’t know what he’s going to say, probably something stupid like ‘I love you, and I don’t know when I knew that but I’ve always wanted to kiss you, I was drunk but it let me do what I always wanted to do’ but he’s saved by Hyunggu walking into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes and looking a bit less like hell than Hui felt.

“I think I’m dying..” The maknae grumbles, and your attention shifts to him and getting him something to help his headache. Hui tries to feel relieved that the conversation had been dropped, but the look you send him once over Hyunggu’s shoulder says, ‘We’re not done talking about this’ and he feels sick all over again. He was so fucked.

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It isn’t until he escapes to his studio later that day, having basically inhaled an entire cup of coffee to try to fight off both his hangover and his exhaustion, that he realizes that aside from all his personal problems with how the night before had went he had essentially pushed himself on you and then not allowed you an avenue to talk to him about it.

And that makes him feel even more sick, because there had been a chance you’d just wanted closure of some kind considering he had basically drunkenly assaulted you, and all he’d done was avoid the issue entirely when you tried to talk to him about it.

Fuck. Fuck, he was the worst.

He’d been so worried about rejection that he hadn’t even thought about the fact that you’d never consented to being kissed – or, fuck, being propositioned for sex – in the first place.

He runs both hands through his hair aggressively, ruffling it in the slightly painful way he usually did whenever he did something he wasn’t happy with – he feels anxiety sitting cold in his stomach, fear that not only would you hate him but that he’d ended up hurting you or breaking your trust in him all because he’d gotten stupidly drunk.

Pushing down the steadily rising nausea, he reaches for his phone and almost calls you, deciding at the last moment to text you a simple ‘You’re right, we need to talk’ instead. He’d already fucked up once, he didn’t want to force you into the conversation by calling you unexpectedly. As an afterthought he adds a quickly typed ‘I’m sorry I tried to avoid it before’, because despite how nervous the thought makes him, he is genuinely sorry. (Sorry for everything, in fact.)

He tries to busy himself with unfinished tracks while waiting for you to respond, listens to the same snippet of some demo Yuto had sent him six times without really ever hearing the notes, does his absolute best to ignore how one of the last times he was in here he’d ended up touching himself to the thought of you. With everything that had happened since he feels fucking disgusting at the thought of it.

When his phone vibrates he essentially lunges for it – it wasn’t like he’d been making progress on anything anyway – heart hammering in his throat as he opens your messages.

‘It’s okay. In person or by a call?’

He wants to fucking cry at how nice you’re being, at giving him the option to choose a less personal route – but he knows that you were the one who’d taken the brunt of the incident, that all he was really worried about was rejection and being embarrassed. His fingers tap out ‘I’m embarrassed, but it’s up to you’ before deleting the first part before sending. He didn’t want you to feel like he was trying to pressure you into one choice or the other at this point.

‘Knowing you, and seeing how you reacted this morning, I think you’d die if we did it in person lol I’ll call you’

He tries to fight the weak smile your text causes – you always make him smile, and this is no different, but he can’t tell if you’re genuinely okay or not through text and it worries him. You’d seemed fine this morning, almost painfully nonchalant – too nonchalant? He wasn’t sure if he was overthinking things now or not – but he’d been hungover and tired.

You don’t call right away, and he resigns himself to waiting out another five or so minutes in this sickening state of anxiety, selecting and re-selecting the exact same clip of audio over and over just so he can pretend he’s doing something, so he can try to occupy his brain.

When his phone does ring he slams his knee into the table in surprise, high-strung and nervous. He barely even feels the tingling pain.

“I’m so sorry.” He blurts out the instant he answers, muttering a soft fuck under his breath afterwards. He’d wanted to give you time to speak, but he was buzzing with an anxious and guilty energy that had him speaking before he even realized he was.

“What?” Your question sounds more surprised than legitimately confused, like you hadn’t expected him to just start talking immediately. He rakes a hand through his hair again and then keeps it there, fisted, trying to ground himself with the tiny bit of pain as his breathing speeds up.

“About last night – I’m so sorry, I just – I was drunk, and that’s no excuse for what I did, I wasn’t thinking and I’m so fucking sorry. Are – are you okay? Am I allowed to ask that?” He feels like he’s right on the verge of panicking and he hates it, because you were the victim here, not him.

“I –“ You only pause to collect your thoughts for a heartbeat, but he feels the moment stretch on endlessly, sees ninety different scenarios play out and discards every positive one immediately. “Hui, you’re – god you’re so sweet.”

“What?” It’s more of an exhale than a word, because you didn’t sound angry, or hurt, you just sounded slightly amused and grateful, and he doesn’t want to get his hopes up but you didn’t sound upset.

“You’re right, what you did was wrong and shitty, and you suck for doing it.” You pause to breathe, and it reminds him he needs to breathe, his gaze darting along one of his computer monitors without really seeing anything. “But it’s sweet of you to apologize. You should, but most people wouldn’t.”

“I should have this morning.” He murmurs quietly, fingers gripping his phone so tightly they’ve begun to ache. “I was selfish and didn’t even think about it. I really am so fucking sorry.”

“I know, Hui. I believe you. You suck at lying anyway, if you weren’t sorry then I’d be able to tell.” You’re laughing again, and he tries to join you, but it sounds weak. His entire body feels like it’s melted into nothing – he didn’t even care if you rejected him at this point, you didn’t hate him and that was good enough. “But I kissed you back, Hui. Multiple times, actually.”

“…..what?” He can’t think of anything else to say – he had remembered you kissing him back, of course he did, but it all sort of blurred together at one point and he wasn’t sure that any of it had definitively happened. “I – I know – I mean, I thought you did, but you could have just, I don’t know, been trying.. to.. get me to go away by not resisting..?” Some drunks became irate when told ‘no’, and while he knew he wasn’t one of them – and he had a feeling you did too – that didn’t mean you hadn’t just been trying to protect yourself.

“God you’re sweet.” Your sudden, repeated statement is quiet, almost like you hadn’t meant him to hear it – he doesn’t say anything, doing his best to just breathe, doing his best to act his fucking age and not like some kid who needed instant reassurance. You were the one who deserved reassurance in this situation. “I kissed you because I wanted to, Hui. It’s very kind of you to be so concerned, but you’re about the least threatening drunk I’ve ever encountered. I could have probably pushed you off me with one hand – actually, I did push you off me with one hand, when we were in the kitchen.”

“I – you – you wanted to.” It’s a statement because he’s stuck trying to process this new information, because this wasn’t a rejection (he thinks it’s not, at least), because you didn’t hate him, because the way all the anxiety induced adrenaline had leeched out of his body was leaving him feeling even more exhausted than before.

“I actually wanted to tell you that I was sorry – since I kissed you back and all, but you were drunk so it wasn’t really like you were –“

“I wanted to – I wanted you to.” He says the words too fast, trips over them, but he knows you understood by the way you went silent on the other end. He appreciated the apology, really, he did, but not only did he not think it was needed, he also couldn’t stand listening to you apologize for kissing him back when he had been dreaming about this moment for way too fucking long.

And he wants to tell you that, but you’re still silent and he’s beginning to wonder if he somehow read this entire situation wrong.

“..I don’t know what to say now.” You admit softly, and he lets out a silent exhale when he realizes you’re just being shy. He wasn’t used to that side of you, but already he knew he found it adorable, just like the rest of you.

“You can’t be more embarrassed than me, if you are then neither of us will be able to talk.” He’s laughing quietly now, feeling.. not quite comfortable yet, but definitely on the way there. You hadn’t really made any declaration of love for him, but you had reciprocated his kiss, at the very least.

“Oh, you need me to be confident?” There’s a teasing tone in your voice that is more commonplace than the shy one from before, and he already knew just by the sound of it that whatever you’re going to say next is going to affect him in some way.

“It’d be helpful.”

“Then I’d say we need to try that whole kissing thing again, but without the alcohol. It really ruined the experience last time, don’t you think?” He suddenly can’t breathe again, mouth opening and then closing at your statement – not that you care about his lack of a response, since you continue without him saying anything. “It could have led to so many fun places if you hadn’t been drunk.” A pause, where his heartbeat pounds in his head and his mouth has gone dry. When you speak again he can tell you’re doing your best to keep up your confident façade. “..Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” He says this on a relieved breath, face still hot but body covered in excited, adrenaline filled tingles. You were really putting him through an emotional workout this morning, but at this point he wouldn’t dare complain. “Please. I’ve wanted –“

He cuts himself off before he can say anything more embarrassing, about how long he’s wanted to do something like that, to hear you say something like that, how he’s fantasized and day-dreamed about it for way too long. He flushes even more when he can hear your gentle laughter on the other line.

“You mentioned something like that last night. I wanted to ask about it actually –“

“Oh, wow, I am super busy right now doing leader things, just.. so busy. I couldn’t possibly talk to you anymore, I’m just so extremely busy.”

“Jerk.” This time when you laugh he laughs with you, a real laugh instead of the weak one he’d offered you earlier. “Okay, fine, go do your suddenly important work – but I’m definitely interrogating you about that later, it’s just too interesting to pass up. Bye Hwitaek.”

“Bye.”

It’s so like you to cut the conversation short whenever he mentioned his work – you never wanted to genuinely distract him, and it was one of the things he liked about you.

Loved about you.

Fuck. Fuck.

He can’t contain his laugh of disbelief and giddiness, setting his phone down on his desk so he can cover his face with both of his hands, running them through his hair and pushing it back away from his eyes.

You said you’d wanted to kiss him. You had kissed him. He hadn’t imagined it.

You’d said you wanted to kiss him again.

His phone vibrates and he lowers his hands to glance at it, sees it’s a text from you, and already he can feel that warm, lightweight feeling in his chest just at the sight of it.

God, he was so fucked – but with how this had turned out, he really couldn’t complain at all, nor did he want to.

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Trying the ‘kissing thing’ again, as you had put it to him on the phone, turned out to be a nebulous concept – not that Hui really expected anything else, but it was a bit disappointing to finally get an answer (a positive one at that) only to be unable to meet up with you again. Not that getting to text you often wasn’t wonderful – it was, and he felt the need to make that abundantly clear (though he was pretty sure you knew that, considering he actually paid attention to his phone now just so he could respond to you) – it was just a bit frustrating to finally have permission to do the things he’d been dreaming about, like kissing you, and then be barred from doing it by forces outside of his control.

As it was, it was nearing the end of the second week since the ’confession’ had happened, and he was only just now finding time to head over to your place after working all day. It was late (nearing four am, he noticed with a groan) and his muscles ached from practice and his eyes ached from composing all day but he would be damned if he’d let another chance to spend time with you slip by him without leaping for it.

“You look so attractive.” It’s the first thing out of your mouth when you see him at your door – Hui laughs the soft sort of laugh he does when he’s a bit nervous, bending to unlace his shoes. It’s not rare of you to compliment him – in fact, you usually did, because it was true and he deserved all the kind words you could heap on him – but something about the circumstances makes it feel different this time, charges the air with a sort of excited, nervous tension.

“Really? I came over right after practice, I can’t look that good..” He trails off, shy, and you look him over again. It’s true that he looks a bit tired and run down, but the dim low lighting of your entryway paints his skin golden and throws his profile into a mix of soft shadows and gentle lines, illuminates his silver hair into a gradient of golden blonde to dusky gray.

“You look good, trust me.” It’s all you can say – everything else gets stuck in your head, muddling itself before it can get to your tongue. You hope to one day be able to properly put into words just how beautiful he is to you, but you’re in no rush to do it now, you have time. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay tomorrow?”

“If I passed up on this chance then I might legitimately die.” He says it so seriously that you laugh, and the way his expression smooths out into a warm smile has your heart beating erratically. God, he didn’t play fair at all.

“Well, if you’re sure..” You take the chance to step closer to him during the slight lull in conversation – he blinks at you once, still smiling, but the smile freezes on his face when you nonchalantly place your arms around his neck. You can feel the way he’s tensed at the new, intimate position, and it’s absolutely adorable how he clearly wants to reciprocate in some way but resolutely keeps his arms at his sides. “You –“

“Can I kiss you?” He says it all in one breath, interrupting you, rushed and embarrassed but also like he craves it, like he might die if he didn’t get your permission to do so. It’s the cutest thing in the world and a surge of heat floods your bloodstream at the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes. “Please.” He tacks it on at the end, a quiet whisper, so fucking good and sweet and perfect.

“Of course, baby.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s surging forward to connect your lips, his hands landing on your waist and a soft sound of pleasure escaping him as a sigh. The pet-name of ‘baby’ is one you learned that he liked recently, and while it had been deliciously fun to tease him with it through text and over the phone it was something else entirely to see the way he responded to it in person, the rich sunset color of his eyes softening into something more gentle and pliant.

The way Hui kisses now is slightly different than when he’d been drunk – it’s more assured, more precise, and while it still holds that level of desperation from before there’s something a bit less rushed about it, something more confident and not as nervous as before.

There's something infinitely better about doing it this way, Hui thinks, better than anything he'd fantasized about or hazily remembered from when he'd been drunk. Every single one of his senses is attuned to you and you alone, and nothing exists outside of the two of you kissing, the weight of your arms on his shoulders, the feeling of your nails lightly scraping at the nape of his neck, the rough feeling of your clothing beneath the pads of his fingers at your hips. Your lips press and slide against his constantly before parting for a few brief seconds, and he chases the faint swipe of your tongue against his bottom lip with his own, whining when you don't instantly give in to his demands.

By the time you nip at his lip he's completely given up on leading the kiss, opens his mouth and moans high and sweet when your tongue leaves a blazing trail of pure fire in its wake. His lips are kiss-bruised and tingling, the sensation imprinting on him that this was real, you were really kissing him, he wasn't going to suddenly wake up and realize it was all a dream.

When you pull away from him he follows you for a moment, stopping only when you cup his cheek in one hand and slide your thumb across his bottom lip. His gaze is glazed and he looks so thoroughly wrecked from simply getting kissed that you feel another surge of heat flood your system.

"Good?" Your whispered question barely makes it through to him, but when it does he blinks a few times to force the haze from his mind and nods, grip on your waist tightening, grounding him. You’ve never seen someone look more adorable.

“Yeah.” His voice is slightly hoarse and you give in to the urge to kiss his throat tenderly – when he tilts his head back with a sigh you trail your lips up to his jaw. “Yeah, it’s – great.”

You can feel the heat of his skin against your face, leave open-mouthed kisses from the spot under his ear (which makes him shiver in a way that you immediately catalogue in your mind) in a line down to the collar of the light-weight hoodie he’d worn for practice.

“I wish I could mark you up here..” Your lamentations are met with a literal fucking whine from Hui, one of his hands coming up to grip unsteadily at the crook of your arm like the mere comment had made him unsteady. “Oh? Is that something you’d want? For me to bruise you up so prettily that there’d be no way you could cover it?”

He nods, not trusting his own voice, head full of fantasies where you could do that, where you’d be able to sink your teeth into him, suck dark marks into his skin that wouldn’t fade and that his members would tease him about. (But even in his fantasies his members are there, a constant, and he knows that there’s no other timeline better than the one he’s currently living in.)

“Hwitaek.” You say his name softly, wrap a hand around the back of his neck to make him look at you – his gaze is disconnected, lingers on your lips before your silence registers as he meets your eyes. “I think we should talk about what we both want out of tonight.”

“Yeah – okay, okay.” Fondly, you watch as he takes a small step back and forces himself to become more present, a bit of clarity re-entering his eyes. You notice that he hadn’t stepped far enough away that either of you had to stop touching one another though, and it makes a part of your heart warm with affection. “That’s probably a good idea.”

He lets you lead him further into your house, glances around in interest but doesn’t stop you – he thinks (hopes) he’ll have more time later to become acquainted with this place.

“So, Hui –“ He perks up at you speaking to him, and it’s so cute that you have to stop just to recollect your thoughts. He peers around your room with thinly veiled interest but keeps glancing back at you like you’re the most interesting thing in existence. It’s flattering and adorable. “Considering we’ve talked about it before you know that I prefer to be more dominant, and you –“

“Find it incredibly hot?” He finishes your sentence for you, a happy little smirk on his face at your surprised expression as he darts in to kiss you once, quick and chaste and filled with delight.

“I – I was going to say, ‘you’re okay with it’, but what you said was so much better.” You’re smiling now too, still a bit shell-shocked – really, what sort of luck did you have for an incredibly attractive and sweet guy to also be down for being submissive for you? – but definitely not complaining. You cup his face in your hands and draw him towards you again for a sweet kiss – it lingers just on the side of ‘too passionate’, but neither one of you have enough self-control to reign it back in. You can feel his flush underneath your fingertips. “How did I ever get this lucky?”

“Should I say the cliché thing about thinking the same thing?” His voice is soft, one of his hands coming up to slip underneath your own, fingers curling around your palm. “Because I was.”

“You really are a hopeless romantic sometimes, you know that?” You couple your rhetorical question with another kiss – you were one hundred percent addicted to them now, you knew that for a fact. “We should really talk about what you’re comfortable with happening tonight, Hui.”

He must not be thinking clearly (he’s not, all he can think about is you and how you keep kissing him and how it’s all he’s ever wanted in his entire life) because he says “anything” in a strained whisper, breathless and needy before anything has even happened.

“Anything?” You can’t hide the surprise in your voice, though you try to soften it at the last second – he flinches anyway, like he was embarrassed with how eager he had come across, his gaze somewhere at your hip now. “’Anything’ is a dangerous thing to say, Hwitaek. What if all I wanted to do was finger-fuck you?”

He knows you were joking – he can hear it in your voice, the way you’ve tried to lighten the mood to make him more comfortable. He appreciates it, but it does absolutely nothing for him considering the effect your words had on him. “…I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Really?” Again you’re surprised, but this time you seem slightly eager – he raises his gaze to assess the situation, and yes, you did look interested. The excited, nervous little fire burning in his core feels a bit stronger suddenly. All he can do is nod, mute in the face of your presence, your power, your effortless aura that has him sinking down gratefully onto your bed at the slightest push of your hand against his chest.

Your fingers press at him, hard, and he feels breathless when they slide underneath his hoodie and t-shirt both in one go, hitch it up to above his navel. He thinks about all the marks you could leave on him there, hidden under clothing between promotions, and the sly grin you share with him when your fingernails rake a teasingly shuddering line down his side makes him think you have the exact same ideas he does.

Those two articles of clothing are lost quickly, dropped somewhere over the side of your bed as you kneel between his legs and kiss him until he can’t breathe, a wonderful feeling that has him drifting along in hazy bliss until he realizes what you’re doing.

“You’re a bit more dressed than I am, suddenly..” He tries to make it teasing but it comes out as something soft and reverent, and your lips when they smile at him are a slash of color that he can’t tear his eyes away from. He can feel your curious fingers dipping under the waistband of his athletic joggers and he does his best not to lose his fucking mind at the connotations of it.

“That’ll come. Later. Let me focus on you first, Hwitaek.” And how could he even argue with that? Why would he argue that? He’d have time to see your body later – and to be completely honest, he was perfectly happy with seeing however much of you that you were comfortable showing him.

(Still, he thinks, as you gently push him to lie down on your bed, he hoped you weren’t too uncomfortable with showing your body. As you drag the fabric of his briefs slowly down his legs he thinks about how much he really wants to eat you out, and what a shame it’d be if you weren’t comfortable with that. Regardless, he’d find some way to pay his respects to you and your body, even if his regular go-to’s turned out to not be an option.)

“You’ve done this before?” He doesn’t sound nervous, just questioning, having slung a  forearm across his eyes. You let him leave it there for now, knowing he must feel a bit vulnerable in his current position.

“Mhm, I have – and you?” It’s almost laughable how casually the two of you are speaking, like you hadn’t just been feeling him up and wasn’t currently in the middle of warming lube on your fingers. When he nods you hum and use your clean hand to grip him under the knee, pulling it up high enough you can place a kiss on the inside of it. An amused laugh leaves him in the form of a surprised exhale at the surprisingly tender action.

“I have – don’t worry, I’m not new to all of this.” You can’t see his eyes but you can see the rest of his face, see that he’s still smiling – you keep a close eye on his expression as you circle his rim teasingly, watching with rapt attention the way the smile disappears as he tenses with a soft sound that’s not quite a gasp before forcing himself to relax again.

“With women or men?” You keep it casual, careful to keep your voice unaffected, and he laughs again but it’s more disbelieving this time, pulls his legs up so his knees bracket you on either side.

“Yes.” Hui simply answers, and it’s your turn to laugh, your free hand smoothing soothing circles into his bare hip. You think he looks absolutely beautiful like this, spread out just for you and you alone, a small notch in his brow from the way his expression has twisted as you carefully slip your first finger in.

“You’re really cute like this, all vulnerable and naked for me.” You’re teasing him, testing the waters – from the way he flushes though, the little hitch upwards that his hips make, you think you might have just discovered something fun. “Hui, do you like me talking to you like that?”

He doesn’t answer you right away, moves his arm so he can look down at you between his legs. Something about it must get to him, because he just looks at you for a moment or two, like he was trying to imprint the visual in his mind.

“You can add another.” He says instead, all breathy and soft like you’d already ruined him, wrecked him into pieces. It’s incredibly endearing, you think, dropping your gaze to where his cock sits red and shiny and untouched against his lower stomach, a small mess of pre-cum already smeared onto his skin. That was also endearing.

“I’ve barely even stretched you yet..” Your disbelieving murmur is clearly heard by him, and you raise your gaze to meet his as you test the waters with a second finger. It’s definitely tight (tighter than you would have preferred, if only for his own safety), but Hui just moans and shifts his hips more towards you, digging into your pillow as he tips his head back. “Oh – Hui the size queen, huh? Is that it?”

He laughs, but it tapers off into a sound closer to a moan than anything else. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.”

“Does it suit you?” You keep one hand splayed flat on one of his hips – he’s doing a wonderful job at not moving overly much, but by doing this you can feel every small tremor that goes through his body, can feel his muscles tense each time he forces himself to stay still. “If I end up fucking you one day am I going to have to make sure it’s sized big enough to totally wreck you?” Your question is coupled with an inquisitive upwards quirk of your fingers, and he nearly kicks you in surprise at the liquid arousal that floods through his body at the feeling. (You teasingly bite at his lower calf for it, and the soft sound he makes as you press your teeth into him is definitely something you file away for later.)

“I know you’re just teasing me, but -“ He licks his lips, tries to gather his focus again as you add a third finger. It burns in such an exquisite way that it’s hard to concentrate on anything else except for the current points of contact between you and him.

“Do you want me to stop?” A pause. “Hui, look at me.”

He obeys, meets your analyzing gaze and offers a slightly strained smile as he thinks about your question – though he doesn’t think for very long, a burst of wonderful, embarrassed heat curling across his chest and through his stomach when he lets his upper body drop back down to the bed, shaking his head ‘no’.

“Oh, Hwitaek..” You sound vaguely pitying, and he hates it, but he loves it. “You’re just a little boy who likes to be teased and humiliated, is that it?”

He feels so small with you talking to him like that, like his body was three sizes too big for his skin and he was burning up from the inside out – whenever the heat becomes too much all he has to do is open his eyes and see you looking at him (you’re always looking at him, and it takes his breath away because the way you watch him makes him feel like he’s something special, something that should be treasured) and suddenly everything was okay again. It was like you were the one stoking the flames of his desire, but you could also cause that blistering heat to ebb away whenever it became too much.

He realizes he hasn’t answered you yet and frantically nods, heart threatening to dissolve into something sticky and sweet at the way your expression softens.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we’re not going to delve too deep into that tonight without talking about it in more detail later.” He nods, because he really does understand (despite the slight burst of disappointment) and he appreciates that you want to talk out what his limits are first. “Besides, how am I supposed to talk to you like that when you’ve been so good for me this entire time? So pretty and vocal.”

He can’t help the whine that tears itself from his throat at your phrasing – it didn’t matter what you were saying to him anymore, every single word embedded itself into his skin and worked its way through his body like an electric shock.

“Oh? Sweet boy - are you an adorable whore for both degradation and praise?” He doesn’t even bother saying anything this time, just shuts his eyes tight - he knows you already know the answer, can read him so well it’s almost like his desires were written out on his skin in black ink. “That’s so cute. You’re just so responsive to everything, aren’t you? I love that - anything I say or do I’ll get a direct response to, won’t I, Hwitaek?” You wait until he nods, his eyes still shut, before taking the opportunity given to you. Your lips press a teasing kiss into the line of his pelvis, giggling softly against his skin when he gasps above you. “Yeah, just like that. So beautiful, Hui, and all for me.”

Yes, all for you he thinks, and even his thoughts are getting mixed up and hazy now because you’ve wrapped your fingers around him loosely and he is so slick already, the feeling of your thumb swiping across the head of his cock, tracing the lines of precum down the shaft to where they’ve collected on his skin causing his entire body to twitch in a mess of stimulation.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me already.” He can’t focus on anything, can’t think of anything, hears your voice through the haze like it’s faraway and he’s drifting underwater. He tries to force himself to be more present, tries to physically drag himself out of those depths, but you’re cooing at him sweetly and running your fingers over his cock softly, and any amount of shame he might have felt at having fallen so far into this headspace is eradicated by the sugar-laced kisses you press into his side.

“You really can’t keep quiet, can you?” Your voice is sweet but laced with amusement, and you can feel the way he throbs in your hand at the slightly degrading comment. “You sound like you’re going to cum just from three of my fingers – are you, baby? You going to make a mess of yourself before we even get to do anything?”

“Fuck..” Hui’s entire body feels like it’s on fucking fire, and when you duck your head to suck a bruise onto the inside of his thigh it’s all he can do to keep from crying out even louder. You were right, he couldn’t keep quiet, his head swimming and his fingers curled so tightly into your sheets that he could barely feel them anymore. “I’m –  you’re –“ He can’t concentrate, can barely speak, and he knows his words come out more as whines anyway.

“Do you think it’ll be okay if you cum now?” You’ve stopped moving entirely and his whole body feels like it’s buzzing, his hips trying to rock back onto your fingers or up into your hand with no real success as the haze slowly recedes from his mind enough for him to be able to form full sentences

“Y-yeah.” He pushes himself up onto his forearms to be able to look down at you, groan catching in his throat when he sees the way you’re peering at him openly, watching him with beautiful eyes and a graceful flush on your face, one of your hands slick with his pre-cum and the other still wickedly deep. He’d never been more sure of the fact that he loved you than this exact moment. “If – if you give me a little bit afterwards, it’ll be fine.” He knows he sounds breathless and wrecked already, but you smile so sweetly at him anyway, like he was something precious to you, and he feels like the ground and the bed he was lying on had just suddenly disappeared at the sight.

And then you’re lowering your head and wrapping your lips around him and it’s all he can do to keep his eyes open – you hadn’t eased him into it, hadn’t given him any indication of your plans at all. One moment you were asking him about his refractory period and the next you were doing things with your tongue and mouth that he couldn’t even begin to fathom, your fingers once again brushing against that spot deep inside of him that has him keening.

He’s not going to last much longer; he knows that with a sudden certainty that has him trying to warn you but is more disjointed pleas for you to not stop than they are anything else.

One of his hands grasps for your shoulder blindly when he hits his peak, fingers curling into your skin as he spills himself onto your tongue. It’s blindingly hot and you can see the way he fights to keep his eyes open to watch, brow furrowed and mouth open almost like he was in some sort of pained ecstasy as you continue to finger-fuck him through it until he’s trembling.

When you stick your tongue out at him tauntingly and show him the mess he made Hui groans from deep within his chest like you’re torturing him, sits up abruptly and crashes his mouth into yours. It’s messy and dirty and he licks into your mouth aggressively, chasing all essence of himself off your tongue and onto his own with a moan that rattles your bones. You do your best to withdraw your fingers as gently as possible but he whimpers at the feeling anyway, drops his head to begin kissing a sloppy trail from your jaw down to your neck.

“You’re so dirty..” Your head is spinning and you feel short of breath - each time you inhale his chest knocks against yours as he heaves his own breaths, though he refuses to pull away from your skin for long enough for him to be able to recover as quickly. You think you feel him murmur a soft sound of agreement to your statement against your collarbone.

As soon as you can wrest a big enough part of yourself back under control you lean back, holding him securely away with your thumb and forefinger gripping his chin. Hui looks at you with an expression of wrecked reverence, the perfect picture of debauchery, and you know that right here, right now, at five something am in your bedroom, he would do literally anything you asked – that at this point in time it was no longer your room, with the window showing glimpses of the outside world, the sounds of cars going past. This place, this moment in time, it was now something disconnected and intangible, where he had given you explicit trust (perhaps foolishly, considering how inchoate your relationship was) to control and lead him. To take care of him in whatever way you see fit.

And you know that right here, right now, in this nebulous place that the two of you occupied, you would strive to make sure he never regretted giving you that permission.

“Hwitaek.” Your voice is breathier than you expected – you sounded like you’d been kissed hard. You sounded like you were in love. “Hwitaek, you are messy and crude – you are such a dirty boy, and you’ve hidden that from me for years.” He is hanging off your every word and you suddenly feel like you have a choice to make.

It’s one you don’t think about for more than a second, because you realize that you don’t need to.

“And, Hwitaek – you are so perfect for me.”

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“You know something?” Hui says it casually, out of nowhere, hand still rubbing nonsense patterns into the skin of your lower back after having crept underneath your shirt some twenty minutes ago just for the skin to skin contact. He’s not focused on anything else but relaxing in his bed at the dorm with you, thoughts about producing and writing lyrics and being a leader far from his mind.

“Hmm?” Your head rests on his chest, listening to his heartbeat – it’s a comforting sound, if not slightly faster than average, and when you close your eyes you can hear it mix with the soft (and sometimes not so soft) sound of some of his boys arguing or laughing or just living somewhere else in the dorm, outside his shut door.

He still hasn’t spoken so you lift your head and gaze at him, admire his features as he looks back at you with an expression so tender you’re almost afraid to have the weight of it on you. His hair is back to brown now, cut a bit shorter than before, and you stretch an arm out to run your fingers through it lazily, watch as he leans into it but keeps looking at you.

“I think you’re perfect for me, too.” His voice is warm, probably what sunshine would sound like if it was an auditory thing, and you blink at him in confusion for a few moments before you understand what he’s referencing, press your smile into his until it turns into a gentle, surging kiss.

It’s not quite an I love you, something adjacent to it, almost there but not exactly.

And neither of you say those words yet, just smile and look at each other and press kiss after sugared kiss into each other’s skin, interlace your fingers and marvel at the way affection seems to blossom for one another in both your ribcages at the simplest of actions.

The two of you weren’t in any rush. You had time.