#b.i blurb

[kyuala]

hanbin probably looooves it when you want to kiss him so bad you don't let him concentrate on anything. he whines and pretends to be mad but inside he's melting like

hanbin: p l e a s e l e t m e w o r k

you: smooch smooch bitch come here 😚

hanbin: 💛🌻😆🌻💛

[softsoftokkpop]

[12:32AM] Hanbin has been calling you for hours; no answer. He uses his spare key to see you in bed. Things are cluttered and the house doesn’t look clean. “Oh baby,” he realizes you haven’t been taking care of yourself. “Let’s go,” Hanbin grabs your hand and walks into the bathroom, starting a shower for you. “I’m here, my love.”

[wongiemei]

hi hun! don’t know if you’re taking requests now but if you are can i get some angst/fluff with kim hanbin. is missing him hours :((

Of course!!! I miss him too and I literally binge-watched iKON TV yesterday just because I missed my boys. I’m in a fluffy mood right now and tbh, we all need the fluff. In this one, I made you an idol, if you didn’t mind.

Sitting on his bed, Hanbin played a simple game on his phone to distract him from everything that’s going on. There were many times he contemplated whether or not he should call his members, or you, but didn’t in the fear of bringing you into the mess as well. You, on the other hand, have been busy with your schedules but was never busy enough to not visit him or call him. The opening and closing of his family’s apartment door made him look towards his bedroom door. The playful yells of his little sister accompanied by another voice made his heart swell. Hanbyul quickly ran to his bedroom after hastily taking off her shoes. Your giggle and shouting of be careful made the little girl giggle as well and she pushed open her brother’s door.

“Oppa! Y/N-unnie picked me up from school today!” Her voice made Hanbin smile and soon enough, your figure appeared at the door way carrying a bag.

“We went to grab some ice cream and got you some chocolate and choco cone from the store down the street,” you said. His 2 girls sat on the bed with him and he placed an arm around the two of you. 

Hanbyul helped by grabbing the choco cone and opening it for him while Hanbin took the time to look at you with loving eyes.

“Thank you,” he softly mumbled. You wrapped your arms around his torso to prevent yourself from bursting into tears.

You knew that he didn’t just mean the ice cream. He meant about everything. You’ve been there for him since that day, you were there to hug him in his sleep when he couldn’t close his eyes without seeing his mother’s disappointed eyes. 

You were there for it all.

“Here! I opened it!” Hanbyul cheerfully declared and her brother accepted it gratefully.

“Wah, Hanbyul-ah. You finally did it! Good job!” Hanbin praised the little girl and you bit back a grin. Whenever times were rough, Hanbyul always made Hanbin smile. No matter the situation.

Hanbyul went back to his side and wrapped herself in his arms as she started telling the story about the boy in her class who she helped because the older kids were pushing him around. She was so immersed into the story that she didn’t notice Hanbin’s eyes welling up with tears and you softly wiping them away. 

He pressed a kiss on her head and one on yours. His hand found yours and laced them together while you gave it a gentle squeeze to let him know he was alright and safe.

Even when the world was crumbling around him, it was these little moments that lets him know everything will be okay in the end.

[jisungmark]

i’m so proud of you

anon request: Omg ahh a Hanbin smut, please🥺💞

genre: fluffy smut

group: ikon

warning(s): none really just soft sex, kinda long (y’all should know by now there may never be a keep reading link, i’m sorry!)

“take a break bin, you’ve been working all day.” you sighed softly massaging his shoulders. he just shook his head.

“no i have to finish this.” he said, eyes not leaving the mess of papers on the desk in front of him. you didn’t give up though. you were genuinely worried for him.

“babe, it’s about to be four in the morning. you need to take a break. come to bed.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head on top of his. he sighed and placed his pencil down.

“alright, alright fine.” he raised his hands in defeat and you pulled off of him. he stood up from his seat and made his way to the bed. you turned the light off and curled up next to him. you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“i’m so proud of everything you’re doing.” you whispered. even though it was dark, you could feel him glance over at you.

“thank you.” he said leaning down and connecting your lips fully. your eyes closed instinctively as he molded your lips together. he pulled you onto him with your lips still connected. his hands rested on your hips and yours twirled his hair. you felt something wet on your cheek and you pulled away. he was crying.

“bin, what’s wrong?” your voice was soft. your heart ached, you know he’s been working so hard lately. you wished he could take a break from everything and just take time to get himself together. his finger dug into your waist.

“i just love you so much. thank you for everything.” tears continued to roll down his cheek. you leaned down and kissed them away.

“i love you more hanbin. thank you for trusting me.” you smiled. he connected your lips again. before you knew it, your clothes were scattered on the floor and his length was pressing at your entrance. you slowly sunk down on him. no matter how many times you have sex, you’ll always be breathless with that initial stretch. you carefully lifted yourself up and then slid back down him again. he reached for you face and softly brushed his thumb across your cheek. you closed your eyes and rocked yourself back and forth on his length. his hand left your face and trailed down your body until it landed on your hand. he entangled your fingers together. he took the time to kiss each of your knuckles. you leaned forward so your chests were flush against each other.

“i’m so proud of you.” you whispered against his neck. his body shivered at the close proximity of your breath. he dropped your hand and wrapped both arms around your lower half. he bent his legs and planted his heels in the bed so he could properly thrust up into you. he kept the thrusts slow, not wanting to ruin such an intimate moment. though the thrusts were slow, they were so deep. your breathing was labored and you felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you. thank you for never giving up on me.” his voice was shaky. you were worried he was going to cry again.

“i love you. i would never give up on you.” you placed sweet kisses on his neck and his cheek. he pulled you down to meet his thrusts. you couldn’t help the yelp that left your throat when he hit that magic spot. you took ahold of his hair and whimpered against his neck.

“right there bin, right there.” you acknowledged, noticing the feeling in your legs was starting to disappear. he focused on hitting that sweet spot, wanting you to feel the best.

“sit up princess.” he commanded. you sat up and he continued to pull you down on his length. he brought one of his hands up to your mouth and pressed his thumb to your lips.

“suck.” he instructed. you opened and swirled your tongue around his thumb. he pulled his hand away from your mouth and brought it back down to your heat. he toyed with your clit, pressing into it and rubbing tight circles with his thumb. your back arched and you planted your hands on his thighs. your body started to tremble and you felt yourself crumbling in his hands.

“bin,” you began, “i’m gonna cum.” you warned, feeling yourself clench around him. he took in a breath of air.

“cum for me babe, please.” he encouraged, thumb and thrusts never stopping. you dugs your nails into his thighs and threw your head back. you clenched as you started to let go. you felt so warm and wet around hanbin and that was enough to throw him over the edge. his thrusts were soft and deep as he helped you both ride out your orgasms. he eventually stopped thrusting and just helped rock you on his length.

“i’m so so proud of you for never giving up.” you confessed, falling forward and letting him trap you with arms. he kissed the top of your head as both your bodies started to relax.

“i’m so proud of you for being able to keep up with my shit.” he laughed. you looked at him.

“your shit is my shit. i wouldn’t trade it for the world. we all have problems at times and sometimes life kicks our ass. but i’m not leaving anytime soon.” you smiled.

“i love you.” he beamed, connecting your lips for the nth time tonight.

“i love you more.”

thank you for requesting love! request are open!

[sunsethwa]

comfort, n;

a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.

A/N: I usually only write for Ateez, but this thing with Hanbin has really gotten to me and I want to try to comfort his stans as best as I can.

“hey” a quiet voice, almost whispering, is heard from your lap. you look down at hanbin, your fingers still tangled in his hair from playing with it before you both fell asleep. his eyes aren’t as red and swollen anymore. now they’re tired, just insanely tired.

“how are you feeling?” you asked, sensing a grogginess yourself from the nap. he reached out for your free hand and held it with both his. giving the back of your hand a soft kiss, he held it against his chest. his heartbeat was calmer now than a few hours earlier, which was a slight comfort to your soul.

“i feel numb.” he told you in honesty. you nodded, drawing circles against his chest with your index finger, then moving to the left side outlining the spot you assumed his heart was situated.

“you know you can take all the time you need with this, right? i’ll be here to help. whatever you need.” you assured him. the side of his lips twitched slightly, you wondered if it was an attempt to pull off a brave smile.

“it hurts.” he said and laid your hand flat against his heart again. it was beating faster now. it took everything in your power to choke back the tears you had from seeing him like this. as you didn’t manage to say anything, he spoke again:

“i want to cry it out but... i think i’ve run out of tears at this point.” you couldn’t contain yourself anymore as an automated sob left your body at his words. seeing the person you loved the most in the whole world have his whole world being ripped away like this. he quickly got up from your lap and pulled you into his warm embrace.

“i’m so sorry.” you said, tears streaming now.

“hey hey hey, it’s okay. it just shows me how much you care.” he cooed, helping your breaths get back to normal. after a couple of minutes of crying yourself dry, you pulled away and looked at him. he took his face in your hands and you couldn’t help but leaning into them. nothing ever felt as safe for you as when he held you like this.

“i thought i was supposed to be the one comforting you.” you got out with a slight chuckle. then he smiled, an actual genuine smile for the first time today.

“you’re already helping plenty, angel.” he assured you, pulling your face towards him and giving your forehead a heartfelt kiss.

[byul-bit-arae]

{ hanbin x blue tones }

[shxxhanbin]

[8:16pm]: "You know I love you so much, right?" Hanbin mumbled, his words slurred from the alcohol. You chuckled to yourself as your eyes stayed on the road. "Yes baby," you said, reaching your hand out to holds his, "I know."

[hanbinscenario]

Hanbin: [fixing something] can you give me a hand?

Bobby: sure

Bobby: [grabs hanbin's hand and holds it]

Hanbin: that's cute but that's not what i meant bro

[jvnehoe]

empty...

was what she felt. her mind was in a haze, somewhere between consciousness and drunkenness. she wasn’t sure of how long she’s been home for or how much she’d drank -her thoughts were in jumbles and she was a mess. though she was barely awake, she could tell that her bed seemed bigger than normal; colder, maybe even lonelier. it was something she should be used to by now, considering that he’s never home. she chuckled, remembering why she’d even started drinking in the first place, it wasn’t because life was hard, or because she liked the taste. drinking was just a way to pass time at this point- so that she wouldn’t have to wait agonizingly for him to come back to her. she closed her eyes, knowing fully well that by the time she wakes up, she wouldn’t remember how Hanbin came home with lipstick stains on his lips, perfume lingering subtly on his clothes and how the lovebites she never left decorated his chest almost beautifully.

;03:07 am

[dimpleboyjeffery]

Imagine meeting Kim Hanbin Irl.

Thats it. Thats the post.

[simplykpopaus]

~IKON MASTERLIST~

Bold = coming soon

REACTIONS

Returning their sweater 

SCENARIOS

FAKE TEXT

HOW THEY WOULD…

BLURBS

SOULMATE!AU

Jinhwan - Yunhyeong - Bobby - B.I - Donghyuk - Junhoe - Chanwoo 

BABYSITTING WITH IKON

Jinhwan - Yunhyeong - Bobby - B.I - Donghyuk - Junhoe - Chanwoo

BESTFRIEND!AU

Jinhwan - Yunhyeong - Bobby - B.I - Donghyuk - Junhoe - Chanwoo

BOYFRIEND!AU

Jinhwan - Yunhyeong - Bobby - B.I - Donghyuk - Junhoe - Chanwoo

[kyuala]

warning: nsfw. 

[03:25] 

hanbin's fingers feel like they're going to leave indents on your hips as he guides you up and down on his cock; your shorts, hastily pulled to the side in the rush to feel one another, cover most of it before it disappears into you. your body feels like it's catching on fire and you can only hope none of the boys will notice the mess your hands are leaving on the soundboard when they come back from their short break. which is any time now, but hanbin doesn't seem to mind. "don't stop", he pants out, head pressing against the headrest of his chair, hair glued to his forehead. "please, don't stop."

[milkybonya]

Our Souls at night

Warnings: a lil angsty

Pairing: time traveller!B.I x time traveller!reader

Summary: The Person of Action and the Person of Withholding: two forces materialized in the form of people who time travel to keep the world’s balance. When they meet, who knows what will happen.

[a/n]: can you tell that i miss him?

this is written kind of like a blurb or synopsis or summary or something.. so if anyone wants a more fleshed out version or anything relating to this, just shoot me an ask :-)

The ability to time travel was both a blessing and a curse. It was fascinating to see the world during different time periods, but your responsibilities were a big burden. You couldn’t choose where you wanted to go, or rather, when, and you were only allowed to stay for a set number of days. During this time, you had tasks to complete. They could be as small as moving a potted plant or as big as stopping someone from taking a job offer. By carrying out these tasks, you would maintain the peace and natural flow of the world. Some things were not meant to happen, and it was your job to stop them from happening.

Someone else was in charge of making things happen. The two of you were opposing forces: contrasting greatly but vital for the world. You both needed to exist and carry out your tasks so that the world would not fall apart.

You rarely met. In fact, you never met until you were both sent to the same time at the same time. 

He was required to assist a group of musicians, a band who wanted to make their debut. You were required to put the debut of the competing trainees on hold.

Your first meeting with him in the company’s building was not even a proper meeting. The two of you passed by without batting an eye, and it was only after he was long gone that you realized he was wearing a ring on his finger when he passed you. His ring was red; you knew that ring. 

The ring of Action.

Yours was blue, the ring of Withholding.

That was how you were able to realize who he was, and when you found him in the building again, you greeted him. He was too lost in his work to properly pay attention to you, but he still smiled politely and greeted you in return.

It was as you were buying a coffee for yourself when he finally realized, noticing the blue ring on your finger as you held your credit card, ready to pay.

“It’s you?” he asked, when you stepped out of the line to wait for your coffee.

You recognized him right away.

“It’s me, which means it’s also you?” you asked in return.

The two of you had to speak strangely because no one was allowed to know of your existence. Time travelling was only a rumour, and the ideas of destiny and fate were used to cover up your presence.

He nodded with a small smile, scratching the back of his neck.

“I never thought I would meet you,” he said. “I’m Hanbin.”

You twisted the ring around your finger, feeling shy. Who knew that the Person of Action would emit such a warm energy...

You were able to discuss your role with him over coffee, laughing and venting about some of the previous tasks you had to carry out in the past. It felt nice to be able to actually tell someone about your duty for once, to open up and talk to someone who understood.

He also shared a few stories with you, too.

You had to leave this time setting after thirty days, and so did he. At first, you were worried about spending so much time in a foreign place all alone, but after meeting Hanbin, you were able to spend all those days in his company.

While completing your task, you were able to be with Hanbin when you weren’t busy. He gave you advice and you also consoled him in return.

You didn’t think that your rings would turn purple. You didn’t think that you would fall in love.

It only took two weeks for you to realize that he was your other half, that you loved him. 

When thirty days were up, both of you were in deep. You had spent intimate days and night together going on dates. He felt like the closest person to you, even though you had just met him.

After thirty days, it was time to go. You didn’t know when you would see Hanbin again, and as you said goodbye to him, he pressed a finger to your lips.

“Not goodbye, but see you soon. If we met once, we’re bound to meet again.” His smile was all teary eyes and wobbly mouth, but it was beautiful.

You were also struggling to hold back tears as he cupped your face in his warm hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. The kiss that he planted on your nose left a tingling sensation even as you both disappeared.

-

“[y/n], I am somewhat disappointed in you.”

“What is it, master?”

“I allowed to two of you to meet, but I did not want you to meet in that way. The two of you are parallel lines, heading in the same direction but never supposed to touch. Sure, he was present in the same time as you. But did you have to go and make your rings turn purple?”

“I don’t understand. What’s wrong with that?”

“You are meant to exist separately. If you collide, the world’s balance will turn into chaos. Thank goodness I set your time limit to thirty days. If you continued to meet with him and your ring became a deeper purple, we would not be able to recover.”

“Why did you let me meet him then?”

“It was a test of your conscience. I realize that the test was too difficult, though. I will have to separate the two of you properly, now.”

-

He still searched for you. He searched for you in the stars that you had peered at together one night; he searched for you in cafés that reminded him of the ones where you shared your deepest feelings; he searched for you in every place where you had left your trace, in every place where his memories with you lived in reality.

You both carried out your duties diligently, but you were both nothing but two separated souls who longed for each other at night.

[poisxnyouth]

i kinda wanna write a b.i. dave blurb no cap...

[jisungmark]

Hi! I know you’re mostly a nsfw blog but I was wondering if I could get something more on the fluffy side with Hanbin? I’m missing him a little extra today.. love your writing xx

it’s always okay to request things outside of nsfw content. just know he misses you as well love, try to keep your head up and stay strong for him. thank you so much!

you propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him sleep. it was almost noon and you were bored. his eyelashes fluttered and his lips slightly fell open as he breathed out. you purposely kept trying to make noises to wake him up. coughing, sighing, sneezing, anything you could think of. every time he moved a bit, you quickly laid back down to pretend you were sleep. he just wasn’t ready to get up and that realization made you upset. you sat up fully and sat with your legs crossed. you sighed again as you contemplated what to do. before you could jump on him like you decided, he popped up and attacked you with a hug. you screamed, completely terrified of his random outburst. he straddled your waist as he looked down at your scared expression. you playfully smacked his arm as you pouted, telling him that he scared you. he rolled his eyes before pecking your forehead. he said you’ve been trying to wake him up for a while and now that he’s up it’s a problem? a soft frown danced across his lips. you quickly shook your head no and tried to sit up. his weight was too much on you though so you struggled and he laughed at you. you shot him a glare as he crawled off of you. he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you forward to connect your lips in a quick kiss. you smiled against his lips, feeling proud that you were able to wake him up. he pulled away and looked at you with a blank expression for a second. you asked him what was wrong and he threw himself backwards ‘falling asleep again’. you stood up on the bed and jumped. his body was flailing around. you continued to jump until he fell off the bed. he let out a hiss when he hit the ground. you jumped back down to a sitting position before asking if he was awake yet,,

[thesinglesjukebox]

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