#boynextdoor

[lanalushsworld]

Couldn’t have said it any better 🙌

"what's ur snap" shut up ask for my number you fucking loser

[woobly]

THERE SHE GOES . . . 한태산 !

PAIRING. taesan x crocheter! gn reader GENRE. fluff, uni au, strangers to ??? WARNINGS. both are in uni but no scenes about school itself lol WC. 1.4k

𓂋˚˖ A/N. lichrally dunno what this is, i just word vomited 😭 i was actually gonna make another acc bc i got kinda shy to post here again but im too lazy to do that so here we are, ig im a onedoor now too 😆 𓂋˚˖ NOW PLAYING. there she goes by the la’s

THE FIRST TIME TAESAN SEES YOU, you were casually walking into the train car along with the rest of the morning rush. One of your hands was clutched onto your bag while the other was inside the pocket of your black puffer jacket.

He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. It was too early in the morning, and the music playing in his ears drowned all his thoughts out while on the way to his first class.

But upon seeing you, he was immediately awakened from his morning daze and stood up from his seat. Watching you switch places with him to stand beside your seated figure, he thinks he saw you say thank you, but he’s not sure.

Not thinking much of his gesture of giving up his seat, he looked out toward the city passing by outside. That was until the train entered another tunnel, and he was forced to look at something else; you, in his peripheral vision, had suddenly brought out a crochet needle and some yarn.

He was pleasantly surprised. People were usually on their phones while on the train, while here you were, your hands half buried in your jacket as they worked on some yarn as if you were in your own little world.

He wasn’t actually sure if you were crocheting or knitting or what. He had only overheard from the other students in his classes about how they crocheted in their free time, but he had never actually seen anyone do it.

He tilted his head once in a while to watch you, trying his best not to act like a creep. Not that you would notice anyway. He did this until he had to step off at his stop first.

The second time Taesan sees you, it was a Saturday. He unfortunately had a class in the morning, and he was on the way home after having lunch with his friends and spending some time in the library.

You were already seated on the train, hands busy once again. It wasn’t rush hour, so Taesan took a seat across from you.

You seemed to be counting something, perhaps the stitches, based on the way your mouth was moving. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking closer at your project, before pulling at the string of yarn exasperatedly. He was curious about what just happened, smiling at your frustration.

He caught himself glancing at you from time to time again. And this time, you almost caught him looking at you.

He saw you again a few times after that, to the point that he’s learned where to sit or stand so that he can see your reflection in the window to avoid being caught looking at you directly. He’s even learned what days of the week you usually share train rides.

At first, it was a little freaky how the two of you managed to be on the same train at the same time a few times a week, let alone the same car. But after a while, he started looking for you, wondering where you had gone on days when he’d usually seen you.

Months had gone by like that, Taesan watching you work on what seemed like different projects from a distance.

However, this time it was a little different. There were no other available seats except the one right beside you. There was still some space on the metal bars to hold on to, but something told him to take that seat (perhaps it’s the voices in his head aka Leehan urging him to do something about his little train crush; Taesan always denies it by saying it’s not a crush).

This time, it was difficult to see your face, so he could only look at your hands. He tried so hard to be subtle, but he supposes he wasn’t subtle enough because you suddenly put your needle and yarn down on your lap and took something out from your bag.

“Hey, I uh… made something for you,”

You were now looking at his wide eyes, a rush of different emotions suddenly coursing through him. Ashamed because you noticed him watching; touched because you made something for a stranger like him; and shy because you were talking to a guy like him.

He finally looked at your open hand that delicately held a stuffed black cat keychain.

“Is this a cat?”

“Yeah, that’s you,” you said as you smiled tightly. You acknowledge that he was a good-looking guy, but there was still something about him that intimidated you a little. “Um, I’m sorry if that offends you. I made it based on the vibe you gave off, but I don’t mean to stereotype based on the clothes you wear. Not that I made you a black cat because you always wear black, but the dark hair covering your eyes a little also kinda—,” you rambled, stopping when you see the look on his face and realizing you might have said too much.

Taesan chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. May I ask why…?”

“Um… no reason,” you shrugged with another tight smile, trying to mask the blatant lie you just told him.

“Well, I’m honored. This is really cute,” Taesan smiled, looking at you then at anything but you.

You finally smiled with a more relaxed expression, lips pursing to keep yourself from smiling too widely.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you after already making it, plus you sat here today,”

The truth is, you also noticed him that first time. You noticed his repeated presence the same way he did. When he was looking outside, you looked around the train car only for your gaze to land on him. You actually lied when you said you made a keychain for him. It’s actually a gift meant for one of your friends, but you decided at the last minute to use it to shoot your shot—you could always make another one. If he realized that you were also watching him from what you just said, then he was nice enough to not bring it up.

“This is crochet, right?” Taesan asked as he looked around his bag for a place to hang the keychain.

“Yup! I like to do arts and crafts as a pastime, and crocheting is the most… mindless one for me—for lack of a better word,” you both chuckled. “But it also keeps me from falling asleep when I commute alone. That’s why I mostly do it on the train,”

Taesan nods, his mind still processing what was happening.

“You go to Hybe U, right? Saw your ID,”

You looked down at your lanyard and held it. “Oh yeah. You?”

“I go to KOZ,” Your eyes light up in recognition as it’s the college not far from yours.

“We should—“ “If it’s—“ you both say at the same time.

Chuckling, Taesan gestures for you to go first.

“We should hang out some time… is what I was gonna say,” you smiled, looking at the boy beside you.

“Yeah, I’d like that. And I was gonna say that if it’s any help, I could wake you up at your stop,”

You frowned in confusion. “But you get off first,”

“It’s okay. I have time before class,” Taesan smiled shyly, unsure what to do with himself after making such an offer.

You looked away, realizing the boy wasn’t as intimidating as you thought.

“Well, I’ll hold you to that.”

BONUS:

True enough, by midterms season, you spent most of your train rides asleep on Taesan’s shoulder. You started falling asleep in the middle of crocheting more often to the point that you stopped carrying your projects altogether and opted to indulge in Taesan’s insistence.

The both of you were on the way home when he was reminiscing about his conversation with his friends earlier that day.

“Look at you. Who would’ve thought you out of all people would carry so many keychains on their bag?” Leehan commented after the boy in question mentioned how that first black cat keychain was apparently not even meant for him. You told him after a while that you gave it to him in the spur of the moment as an excuse to talk to him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny seeing you in your band shirts then you turn around and suddenly there’s a bunch of colorful animals and characters. Personally, I really like the Sanrio ones,” Sungho said teasingly. “Plus the way I just know it’s you when you enter a room because your bag is so noisy,”

“It’s not funny, Y/N made them! The plastic ones they also got for me,” Taesan blurted in faux offense, smiling and internally agreeing with the older boy.

“Yeah no, it’s cute actually,” Sungho said before bursting into laughter.

“Then ask Y/N for one. Actually no, don’t do that,” his friends chuckled at him.

“Then make one for me,”

“You know, I’ve already asked them to teach me. But I sucked so bad, and Y/N fell asleep while waiting for me.” Taesan chuckled while recalling the first time you hung out at the library.

“Man, he’s got it pretty bad.”

© woobly, 2025. all rights reserved.

[4ranghaes]

not a christmas request but i saw ur post about threesomes… begging on my knees for sungho and taesan hard dom and soft dom

park sungho x han taesan x reader [smut, fem!reader, taesan and reader are in established relationship, threesome]

warnings - SMUT!!! MDNI!!!!!! hard dom!taesan, soft dom!sungho, sub!reader, kind of brat!reader, sungho just walks right in but lets say now there’s established consent, cunnilingus, overstimulation, boys kissing, degradation, use of many varying nicknames (slut, bitch, princess, darling, baby), they talk about reader as though she’s not there, blowjob, penetration, once again no mention of protection but i’m saying here they used it because ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, mentions of edging & spanking, very shittily written aftercare

22:05 - “y/n, i’m warning you,” taesan spoke, grabbing your waist and pulling you close, muttering just beside your ear, “if you try and touch me again you’re not gonna cum for the rest of this fucking year, let alone this month.”

you looked up at your boyfriend, stern eyes looking back at you as you giggled. he rolled his eyes, kissing his teeth in frustration. taesan grabbed your arm, beginning to drag you in the direction of his room.

“ah, let go of me! taesan, i didn’t do anything! i said let—”

the two of you stopped in your tracks, greeted with the sight of sungho exiting the bathroom.

“oh, sorry!” he smiled, the smile fading as he looked at your hurt expression, “wh– are you okay, y/n?”

you smirked at taesan before turning to his friend with a teasingly whiny voice, “no! he’s dragging me around, sungho! help me, please…”

sungho rolled his eyes, used to your antics. he turned to taesan, though, and stopped when he saw the angry look in his eye.

“taesan?” he said, trying to get his attention off wherever his friend’s mind was now (you), “what’s happening here?”

“nothing,” your boyfriend grumbled, “just leave us, okay?” he opened his bedroom door, pushing you into the room before turning back to sungho, “and, uh, you might want to go out for a while.”

sungho scoffed, rolling his eyes, “don’t tell me you’re one of those.”

“one of what?!”

“those jealous, riled up boyfriends. the ones who think it’s sexy to punish and punch their girl about,” sungho teased. you giggled, watching from the bedroom, taesan’s head whipping round to glare at you. sungho smiled, “look at how lovely she is. how pretty.”

your smile grew as sungho entered the room, cupping your face in his hands. he hummed, “so, what was your plan for her, taesan?”

your boyfriend sighed heavily, walking in the room and pulling the door shut behind him, locking it too. he approached you with a mean glint in his eye, not even sparing a glance to sungho.

“i was gonna tease her. make her think she was special, that i was gonna let her cum, when in reality i’d edge her. over, and over, and over until she’s crying and whining and begging me in that beautiful little slutty way that she does,” taesan smirked, “and then, if she could handle it, i’d make her cum. over, and over, and over. not before ‘punching her about’, of course,” he used air quotes, jeering at sungho’s earlier words. “i’d say 10 hits would do it.”

you were biting your lip, stood cowering under the gaze of both men. taesan smiled, gripping your chin with his thumb and first finger, “and you’d love it, wouldn’t you? since you’ve been teasing me all day like a little slut. i know you must be horny.”

he moved your head for you in an up and down motion. sungho pouted towards you, your eyeline being stolen by him. he brushed taesan’s hand off your face, cupping your cheek instead.

“but look at her, taesan! i’m sure she’s been a tease, but isn’t that just because she’s lonely? maybe you’ve been neglecting her, have you ever thought about that?!” sungho exclaimed, an overdramatic pout staying on his lips, “if she was mine to play with, i’d treat her just right. kissing her softly, making her cum over and over again, sure, but making sure she’s alright in between. i’m sure you’d be so good for me, darling, wouldn’t you?”

you nodded quickly, taesan scoffing. you glared at him. “oh? what’s that look for?!” he scolded, “on the bed, now.”

you sighed, doing as he said as sungho bit his lip, watching as you stripped down to your underwear - as you knew taesan wanted - and climbing on his bed, getting on your knees.

sungho laughed, “what have you done to her?! trained her like a dog!”

taesan scoffed, “as if. she never listens. she’s just showing off since you’re here. isn’t that right, princess? eh?”

you stayed silent, taesan shaking his head at your lack of an answer. he looked to sungho, jeering, “you think you know how to treat her so right? you go ahead. i’ll watch, maybe learn a couple things. or maybe, you’ll learn a couple things from me, hmm?”

sungho chuckled, nodding, “alright. is that okay, y/n, sweetie?” you looked at him, nodding wordlessly. “don’t be shy, darling. use your words whenever you want.”

you smiled, sparing taesan a quick look before staring back into sungho’s eyes. he was stood beside the bed now, fingers gently caressing your jaw as you stared up at him, “of course, sungho.”

the older man smiled, leaning down and kissing your lips gently, “good.” you stared up at him with big eyes, sungho chuckling as he started kissing down your neck, his hand was gripping your waist tightly, pulling you to straddle his lap. you started grinding down - no matter if it was teasing or not, taesan was right, you were horny and had been all day.

sungho chuckled into your neck, pulling away to admire your body, “does that feel good, darling?”

you nodded, whimpering slightly as your hands found purchase on his wide shoulders, continuing to grind down. he smiled, moving his hands to your back and undoing your bra. he let it drop to the floor, hands preoccupied with coming to massage your breasts, groaning in delight as he did so.

“you’re so responsive,” he hummed, as your body moved to his, trying to get as close as humanly possible. you were practically climbing his body, moving your knees and thighs, arms and head trying to mount him, “i know, i know, baby. it’s okay. come on, lie down.”

he placed his hands on your waist, moving you to lay against the bed as he kneeled between your legs, wrapping them around his body. you whined, tugging at his t-shirt as he crawled over you.

he chuckled, sitting up and tugging it off in one motion, “happy?”

you moaned as you nodded, his hand rubbing circles up your thigh, edging closer to your heat. taesan scoffed from the corner of the room, making you glance at him; sungho didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“she’s never been spoiled like this before,” taesan hummed, “i’m gonna have to put her in line again.”

“don’t mind him, baby,” sungho cooed, “come on, use your words, what do you want from me?” you bit your lip, sungho smiling slightly as his fingers lightly brushed over your folds, “you want my fingers? or… my mouth?”

his face was hovering over your cunt now, hot breath hitting the thin barrier of your panties.

“your mouth, sungho! oh fuck please– i need it.”

he smiled, pulling your panties down quickly, “you’re such a good girl. using your words like a big girl. well done, princess.”

taesan tutted, making you send him a glare. your boyfriend scoffed from across the room, “you wanna give me that fucking look, princess?!”

you bit your lip, ready to say something in return when sungho’s mouth closed in around your clit, sucking on the bud before flicking over it with his tongue. you moaned loudly, thighs moving to crush his head, your back arching off the bed.

he didn’t move your thighs as they wrapped around him, surely harming his air supply. his hands were just too busy gripping at the fat of your hips. instead, he just moved his head with the movement of your body, and you were free to move as you felt necessary. suddenly, taesan’s hands were on your thighs, as he knelt on the bed beside you, pinning them to the mattress. you recognised the soft feel of your boyfriend’s hands, but you couldn’t see him, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you moaned and whined.

sungho’s tongue was now working on your hole, two of his fingers moving on your clit. you looked down finally, his long hair framing his face as he looked positively drunk off your pussy. you threw you head back, looking up to taesan in the process. his eyes were trained on sungho’s mouth, a slightly pissed off look on his face. he heard his hyung moaning, his expression morphing into a cocky smile.

“she tastes good, doesn’t she?” he smirked, leaning down and kissing your lips gently, you whimpered at the contact, your hand moving to to thread itself in his dark hair, the other doing the same with sungho’s long locks. “my beautiful girl. best pussy in the world.”

you gasped, maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend as sungho’s mouth and fingers brought you over the edge, “sung– sungho! gonna cum, oh! f– god! fuck…”

his mouth remained on you after you’d cum, your hands tugging on both boys’ hair as you whined in overstimulation.

“alright man, enough,” taesan scolded, pulling his friend away, sungho smirking wildly at the both of you - his lower face covered with your juices.

taesan felt a pang of what, jealousy? no… something else, deep in his stomach as he looked at the sight.

“you’re right,” sungho panted, “she’s delicious.”

taesan swallowed his pride, finally locating the feeling as he grabbed sungho by the back of the head, pulling him – and his lips, towards him. taesan groaned, getting a taste of all of you from his friends’ lips.

sungho pulled away first, having been shocked into silence while taesan continued smirking. he’d always admired the eldest member, you knew, you could see it from glances he sent across the room along with how he spoke about him in private. it was true you also found sungho attractive, but you knew that taesan had been secretly wanting this for as long, if not longer, than you.

“come on darling, since you’ve already been so spoiled and cum yourself, get me off,” taesan panted, standing in front of the bed, his hips practically thrust into your face as you sat up, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down while maintaining eye contact.

taesan’s cock was rock hard, his self-control wearing thin as you licked over his boxers. he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back and leaning down to hiss in your face.

“don’t play any fucking games with me, bitch,” he hissed, some spit landing on your face as he spoke, “you know what you’re meant to do. be good. he won’t always be around to protect you.”

you shivered, whimpering as you nodded quickly, making taesan smile. he let go of your hair, standing back up and allowing you to pull down his boxers, licking a stripe up his bare cock before spitting on the tip, letting it, along with his slick, drip down the length, lubing him up.

“if you want to overwhelm her that badly,” sungho interrupted, taesan rolling his eyes at the sound of his voice, “why don’t we have a go at the same time?”

your boyfriend smirked down at you, as you looked with big, daunted eyes between the two men. “you think you can fuck her the way she deserves?”

“that depends what you term ‘deserves’,” sungho pushed back, “but she’s just cum, pretty hard too, if i say so, so either way she’ll be overstimulated.”

your head was moving back and forth as the men spoke about you like you weren’t even in the room, though neither of them took their eyes off of you.

“well i know you couldn’t fuck her throat like she deserves,” taesan spat, “so go ahead. show me what you got.”

sungho finally looked away from you, head moving to smirk at his friend, “haven’t i already?”

the older man pulled down his pyjama bottoms, hand trailing down your body as he took his position behind you. taesan glared at his friend, but moved in front of your face, his hand holding your jaw lazily.

“take it, princess, you know how,” he said, eyebrows raised as he watched you start to take his cock in your mouth. not having your hands as an option, you quickly took it to the base. taesan’s hands playing with your hair as he watched with a proud smile. he started thrusting his hips gently as you relaxed your throat. “that’s it– fuck, you’re such a slut taking two dicks at once. bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”

sungho bit his lip at taesan’s words, leaning down and kissing along your spine as he murmured comforting words, “i’m gonna put it in now, okay baby? i’ll go slow since i know it’s your first time taking two. you’re doing so well.”

he pushed his cock in your dripping hole slowly, leaving you whining around taesan’s cock as he did so. he wasn’t as long as taesan, you supposed their height represented them there, but he was a little thicker, and he was confident in his movements, moving slowly and surely as he finally bottomed out inside you. he waited for a moment, panting to try and calm himself down, his hands stroking your hips gently.

“so good, darling, so good for me,” sungho breathed, voice shaking with restraint, “i’m gonna move now.”

taesan stopped thrusting for a minute, he may have been mean but he certainly didn’t want to hurt you. he watched your entire body move as sungho began to thrust in and out, his strong arms holding your hips and moving your body with him. there was basically no need for taesan to move anymore, your mouth already being dragged up and down his cock. but he smirked with an idea, eyes flitting to sungho’s worried face.

“good girl,” sungho cooed, leaning down and kissing your spine again.

“so fucking good,” taesan grunted, beginning to move out of sync with his hyung’s thrusts. you were being stuffed full, whichever direction you moved. “ff-fuck. such a slut taking us so well. you love taking two at once don’t you? my dirty fucking girl.”

“that’s right, baby, so good,” sungho cooed.

your arms were beginning to give out as you moved to grip at taesan’s thighs instead, your boyfriend sporting an evil smirk and stroking your hair.

“so desperate for me, aren’t you, princess?” taesan cooed back, staring up at sungho with a daring glint in his eye.

“what, gonna kiss me again?” sungho tested.

“bet you’d fucking love that,” taesan hissed, “fuck you, telling me how to fuck my girlfriend.”

“hmm, cause she hated it so much, hey?”

taesan groaned as you swallowed around his cock, sungho grabbing his face while he was vulnerable and smashing their lips together again. both men groaned into the kiss. your pussy clenched around sungho’s cock as you realised what was happening, the man pulling away to let out a moan, stopping to catch his breath. taesan smirked at his reaction.

“best pussy in the world, right?” he goaded, “and it’s all mine.”

“yeah?” sungho hissed, “you say that but this pussy’s clenching around me so good right now, so tight.”

“awfully objectifying way for you to talk,” taesan panted, a moan punctuating the end of his sentence, “i thought that wasn’t your style.”

“it’s not.”

“spank her.”

“taesan, no,” sungho disagreed, shaking his head in a slight disgust.

“go on,” he prompted, an evil smile on his face, “look how good her ass looks, all on display for you right there. jiggling with every thrust. go on. smack it.”

sungho bit his lip, looking down at your ass and how it moved every time his hips slammed into yours. he raised his hand up, smacking once. he immediately used his large palm to rub the area soothingly. he felt shame washing over him, until he heard your loud moans around taesan’s cock, practically choking just to display your pleasure.

taesan smirked, watching sungho’s hand move to smack your ass one more time before moving down to rub your clit.

you started moaning loudly again, taesan groaning and gasping, cumming down your throat without warning.

“take it, take it,” he grunted, pulling out at the end so the last spurts washed over your lips and chin. he grasped at your hair, pulling your head up so you were looking at him, fucked out eyes and cum dripping onto your neck, “there’s my princess. you enjoy taking two cocks, my girl?”

you whined, as taesan frowned. knowing he expected words you tried to put anything your brain could manage together, your body still being thrust forward with every snap of sungho’s hips, sounds of your wetness and skin slapping echoing through the room, “s–so… fuck. sungho so– ah! p-please… god! oh my god…”

taesan smirked, keeping his grip on your hair so he could see your fucked out face, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as sungho’s pace increased.

“i– i’m gonna cum,” he muttered, voice tight, “fuck, y/n, so good for me. your pussy’s so good– so tight. fuck! such a good girl– are you cumming?”

his hand worked desperately on your clit as you whined loudly. taesan smiled at your reaction, “yeah, she’s cumming.”

“m-me too. let’s cum together, princess,” sungho panted, hips moving faster than his brain as he spilled his load into the condom, a loud groan escaping his lips.

his body flopped against yours as he stopped, both of you panting to catch your breath. taesan let go of your hair, watching as you collapsed onto the bed.

he quickly got up and left the room, sungho furrowing his eyebrows as he watched. he moved to your upper body, massaging your back gently as he cooed, “you did so well, princess. can i get you anything? do you need water?”

“she needs to be cleaned up first,” taesan said, arriving back in the room with a wet cloth and a towel, “she doesn’t like the dirty feeling of it on her body.”

he rolled you onto your back, tapping your face gently. “hey princess,” he murmured, kissing your cheek before starting to wipe the cum off your face with the cloth, then moving down to wetness dripping down your inner thighs, “you with us?”

you hummed in response, your eyes heavy as you opened them, able to feel the soft towel being rubbed over your body.

“hiya,” taesan smiled, leaning over and kissing your lips, helping you sit up before laying the towel down on the bed. he couldn’t be bothered to change the sheets, but didn’t want to leave the wet patches completely, “you okay?”

you nodded, collapsing onto his body as he smiled affectionately, kissing your shoulder.

“here,” sungho whispered, having collected some clean pants and pyjamas, handing them over to taesan. your boyfriend smiled at the suddenly shy man.

“you need to go and pee,” taesan said, tapping your arm, “can you walk?”

“in a minute,” you whined.

“can you walk?” taesan repeated, looking sternly in your eyes as you sat up from his shoulder.

you nodded, taesan nodded back in reply. he handed you your pants and pyjama top so you were at least decent before you stumbled out the room to the bathroom.

“i’m not an asshole, you know,” taesan said to sungho who was getting dressed back into his pyjamas. the boys then left the room, heading to the kitchen for snacks and drinks, “…just horny.”

sungho laughed, gathering his own juice and snacks. he shook his head, “i didn’t think you were. it was all teasing.”

“we always watch a film, afterwards,” taesan said, slightly shy, “you’re welcome to join us, if you want. i know you like films.”

sungho nodded, smiling.

“and, for that, again… if you want,” taesan said, the men heading back to the bedroom, “turns out, maybe… both our ways are good.”

[ilysungho]

prompt 1: “how do you want me to fuck you?” With soft dom best friends, Myung Jaehyung and Kim Leehan (helping their friend orgasm 🤭)

a/n: not sure how to write threesomes but i hope this is good... also i apologize for taking so long! i've been putting off finishing this 'cause i felt like i wouldn't be able to write this up well if i don't put some thought into it. anyways, PLEASE let me know how this is written! i'd love any and all feedback and criticism <3 enjoy my loves! wc: 2k contains: softdom!leehan, softdom!jaehyun, sub!reader, leehan x reader, jaehyun x reader, leehan x jaehyun x reader, jaehyun is in love with you, leehan's just a chill guy, ex!taesan mentions, degradation implied, masturbation mention, threesome, experienced leehan, virgin jaehyun, fingering, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don't!), lowercase intended, prompts italicized

leehan had been studying your face for a while, sitting across you and jaehyun at the table. his eyes focused on how you scrunched your eyebrows and moved your pencil furiously to try and solve the equation at hand.

"no not like this y/n, do this instead." jaehyun's hand wrapped around your own as he scratched the right way of getting the answer down. you weren't the best at math but at least you had jaehyun to help. on the other hand, you didn't know why leehan tagged along, but you didn't mind the company of both your best friends.

the room fell quiet again with the three of you focusing on your homework. suddenly, you felt a foot touch yours, socks rubbing your own to get attention. "hani cut it out. i'm trying to finish the stupid homework here."

"can we do something fun instead? this is so boring, i'm already done with most of mine." he bent backwards, groaning in frustration. you looked up to see the veins on his neck protruding, immediately looking back down to forget the sight in front of you. a faint blush rose on your cheeks while you kept your head down, the pencil scribbling harder.

jaehyun noticed the sudden shift in your demeanor, squinting his eyes to read your behavior. in all the years he knew you, he could tell that the expression on your face meant that something turned you on. he remembered a time when you were dating taesan and texting him, suddenly getting up with the same blush to go to your room. he didn't mean to hear the moans coming out of your room as you masturbated to your now ex's voice on call, him saying things that made jaehyun want to punch his face for taking time away from his best friend. his best friend he had come to like. and he couldn't help being so protective over you.

on the other hand, to leehan, his actions were out of pure frustration. he had no intention to make you feel a certain way, but if he knew, he'd take full advantage of the situation. it wouldn't be the first time he tried to, but he hadn't done so since your break up. he'd rather sit there with you and listen to you let out your emotions, rubbing your back while you cry, telling you words of comfort.

both the boys had their attention on you while you hid your face in the paper you had to turn in in a couple days. jaehyun’s puzzled mind took a hold of your hand again, gently but strongly moving it away so you would look up.

“what jaehyun? let me finish this please.”

“why is your face red?” leehan interjected upon seeing the expression he hadn’t caught before.

“w-what? nothing, its h-hot… that’s it!”

“no, i know that face.” jaehyun looked at you with sharp eyes and pursed lips.

“what f-face? i don’t know what you’re talking about!” the saturation on your cheeks heightened at his face and low voice.

“you make that face when you’re turned on. you think i wouldn’t know after seeing it come up so many times while talking to that ex of yours? i’ve heard how you go into your room to moan and fuck your fingers while he called you things he never should’ve.”

leehan sat across amused listening to the story his friend shared with him. jaehyun’s irritated voice got louder as he leaned ahead into you, trapping you between his arms against the edge of the desk. you sat extremely still and quiet, scared to confirm the true story since you’d never talked about that side of you before.

taking a deep breath in, you got up to excuse yourself to the bathroom. but the blond’s hand tugged on the hem of your pants, making your stomach churn at the sudden flutter of his skin touching yours. “don’t leave now, y/n. you’re not in the mood to study anymore right? then why don’t we have some fun now?” his sickly sweet smile only made it worse as he pulled you down to sit on his lap, jaehyun watching the entire interaction while moving to sit beside leehan.

"yeah, you know that we can help you right? we're your best friends after all, so trust us ok?" you stared at jaehyun, hearing his words coated with a hint of lust. the 3 of you never shared stories of sexual fantasies of encounters, so the whole situation pointing in that direction had you confused but also... excited?

there's no way i'm excited right now... leehan and jaehyun are just my friends, so i wouldn't want to do anything. hell, i don't even see them in this way, so why am i looking forward to what will happen?

leehan's hands on your thighs got you out of your thoughts, rubbing the pants you wore just enough to where the friction produced some heat to your skin underneath. jaehyun's face came near yours, as if to ask for permission to kiss you. you pursed your lips though, scared to know what will happen next. "just kiss him y/n, he's been dreaming of it anyways."

your breath hitched at leehan's words, jaehyun face only getting closer to you when you finally gave in. the kiss felt like fireworks to jaehyun. he's dreamed of anything to do with you since forever, but he too didn't want to change his relationship with you if it meant he could stay by your side. but how could he not take the opportunity right in front of him? he'd be stupid not to.

his lips tangled with your own while leehan kissed your neck. your hands reached up to pull jaehyun's face closer to you, while leehan's held you down on his lap. everything felt like too much while being between the two guys you gave control to, grinding softly on the lap you sat on.

leehan let go and sat back, watching the scene in front of him while leaning against his arms. your kissing partner then switched his position to sit on top of your lap, essentially putting the weights of you both on leehan. you were too entranced by the way jaehyun expertly kissed you, his tongue now exploring your mouth while you let out moans into his.

any and every sound you let out went straight to jaehyun's dick as you felt him get hard on top of you, while leehan got hard under you from the pressure. he was so very amused by everything happening on top of him, but he too wanted to get some control. so he waited while he wrapped his arms around the two of you, as he went back to kissing and sucking on your neck.

jaehyun let go of the kiss, catching his breath as he looked dazed from the most magical kiss of his life. a string of saliva kept you two connected until you let out another moan from leehan's sudden biting. the boy on top of you removed his shirt, after which he took of yours as well. he went straight to kissing your chest, massaging the skin under your bra. leehan helped jaehyun then, unhooking your bra from behind so he could take if off.

unknown to you, leehan tapped on jaehyun and signaled to take you to bed. at the former's cue, the latter let go while leehan held you bridal style before lying you down on your mattress. now, jaehyun's had his fair share of make outs with a couple people before, but it's never gone ahead of that when he wanted to save himself for you. on the other hand, leehan's essentially been fucking around to find his tastes, so this one would just be another playtime for him.

“so how do you want us to fuck you? actually scratch that, i'll decide.” leehan taking on the dominating role, both your best friends' gentle hands touched you softly, feeling your skin to their hearts' contents. but jaehyun did take a backseat, seeing how leehan touched your rather sensitive parts with expert fingers. his touch had you shivering as he brought his fingers over the cloth on your clit. "lift your hips for me, y/n." leehan said out loud, you obeying his command as he slipped the garment off of you with ease. jaehyun leaned against the wall behind while on the bed, reaching for his boner as he watched how his trusted friend worked you over yourself, fingers reaching into you making you whine.

"jae, don't touch yourself. do what i'm doing right now ok? make sure to, you'll make y/n feel good this way then." jaehyun gulped as he nodded, paying attention to everything leehan did. but most of all, to the sounds you made, how your face looked down to where it felt the best, how your mouth was slightly agape. just everything about you had jaehyun absolutely on edge as he watched and thought about how he'd going to finally be able to have you.

feeling your juices squelch around, leehan felt he prepped you enough to where jaehyun can now take over. giving the reigns to his the other male, he sat back and watched as his friend got in position, inserting his length into you easily with all the foreplay. you can feel how he shakes on top of you while he's trying his hardest to stay calm. yet he can't help but feel so many emotions because he's just so in love with you and wanted to savor the moment.

jaehyun thrust into you softly, keeping a slow but steady pace as he got used to your walls hugging him. his focus fell on you as he watched the way his dick got swallowed whole by your cunt, not believing his eyes at the visual. the very scene he wished for had finally been happening before his eyes, and he couldn't feel more thrill and happiness than now.

putting his eyes back on you, jaehyun leaned down to kiss your face as your back arched up to meet his body. your bruised lips once again danced with his as he furrowed his eyes and kissed you ever so deeply. the feelings he put behind the kisses you shared told everything you hadn't known before, but alas, you were scared to think of any change to your relationship.

to the side though, leehan watched the scene go down. he watched how jaehyun pulled out his length so slowly before going back in, just as he had taught him to with his fingers. he watched how your body reacted to the pleasure the boy gave you as you hugged him from below. and he watched how the kisses between you fueled his friend to not stop. to him, all he needed was to watch and that'd be enough. he prefers watching than working anyways.

at that, he pulled out his own cock, moving his hand on it with the speed jaehyun worked you out, keeping quiet to hear all the noises coming out of the two of you. he observed the two of you so closely, feeling even the slightest of changes and following along to the two of you. his precum coated his dick, continuously sliding his hand up and down to the harmonious view between the two of you.

now, with all the time leehan had spent fingering you, the knot in your stomach felt close to coming undone as jaehyun's thrusts got erratic in you. he himself felt close, yet he didn't want to let go of your perfect cunt until he felt you come around him.

"come for me, y/n. please..." the boy pleaded so sweetly against your ears as you whined against his too. leehan chimed in from the sides, telling you to do as the older boy told you to. hearing all the voices had you finally willing to let go, telling the two you are about to come as jaehyun increased his speed with rather sporadic thrusts.

feeling your cum coat his throbbing cock, jaehyun's sense heightened as he pulled out and cummed on your tummy almost immediately. falling on top of your body, the boy breathed down your neck with a spent voice about how good you felt. at the same time, leehan got between your legs to stuff his cock into you.

"don't forget about me."

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myung jaehyun.

01. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of the mischievous grin spreading across Jaehyun’s face as he inches closer to you. “Hey,” he calls out softly, pulling your attention away from the screen. When you look up, he’s leaning in, his face mere inches from yours, as if he’s about to kiss you. Your heart skips a beat at the sudden proximity, and you tilt your head slightly in anticipation, only for him to gently tap the tip of your nose with his finger. “Boop,” he says with a wide grin, his dimples deepening as he pulls back just enough to catch your surprised expression. You blink, momentarily caught off guard, before bursting into laughter. “You’re such a dork,” you say fondly, with a faux roll of your eyes. Jaehyun chuckles, pinching your cheek adoringly before cupping your face in both hands. His thumbs brush lightly against your skin as he tilts your head closer to his, his lips hovering just shy of yours. But just as one hand sneaks back toward your nose for another playful tap, you grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him forward, crashing his lips into yours.

02. You’re getting ready for a friend’s birthday, standing in front of the mirror as you rant about your day to Jaehyun. He’s sprawled out on your bed, lazily watching you doll up for the event with an amused smile. Just as you finish with your makeup, you step back from the mirror to check your outfit, still talking about the minor frustrations of your day. Before you can take another step, Jaehyun gets up and gently pulls you back against him, his arms sliding around your waist. You let out a surprised yelp as his fingers brush against your collarbones, adjusting the clasp of your necklace and twisting it so it sits properly at the back. His touch lingers for a moment, feather-light against your skin. “There you go,” he says with a small smile, his dimples making another devastatingly cute appearance. You don’t realize you’re blushing until he tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, bringing a finger up to gently poke your cheek. “Who’s the blush for, pretty?” he teases, his voice light and playful. Quickly shaking your head in denial, you mumble something incoherent, but Jaehyun just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. He cups your jaw, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his as he leads you out of the house.

03. The crowd around you is overwhelming—voices blending into a loud hum, bodies pressing too close for comfort. You glance over at Jaehyun, who’s walking beside you, looking just as anxious as you feel. When your eyes meet, your hands instinctively reach for each other. Jaehyun’s hand is warm, his grip firm but reassuring. “Don’t let go,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand as he guides you through the sea of people. Even after you’re in the clear, standing in the open with space to breathe, he doesn’t let go. His thumb gently brushes over the back of your hand, sending tiny sparks through your skin. It’s as if holding on to you feels more natural to him than letting go, and honestly, you’re in no rush to pull away either.

park sungho.

01. You complain about your aching feet after a long walk—or worse, a painful shoe bite—and before you can finish, Sungho crouches down in front of you, rolling his eyes dramatically. "What did I tell you about wearing the wrong shoes?" he scolds, though there’s no real bite to his words. He pats his back, glancing at you over his shoulder with a grin. "Hop on." When you hesitate, he shifts impatiently, his voice turning into a whiny plea. "Come on, don’t make me beg." Your giggles fill the air as you finally climb onto his back, his hands steady and warm as they grip your thighs to hold you in place. He adjusts his hold before giving a satisfied hum. "See? Told you I’ve got you." You rest your chin on his shoulder, your laughter softening into a content smile as he carries you the rest of the way, his steps steady and comforting, just like him.

02. After a long, exhausting day, the two of you sit together on the bus ride home. You let out a quiet sigh, and that’s all Sungho needs to notice how tired you are. Without saying a word, he gently nudges your arm and gestures to his shoulder with a soft smile. You rest your head against him, the broadness of his shoulders providing an unexpected comfort despite the firmness of his muscles. He shifts slightly, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. Just as you’re about to drift off, you feel the soft press of his lips against your hair, his kiss lingering for a moment, warm and tender.

03. Even when you insist you’re full, Sungho always saves the last bite for you—without fail. He picks it up and holds it out in front of your mouth, grinning cheekily. "Say aah," he teases, opening his own mouth wide in demonstration. You try to suppress a laugh at your boyfriend’s antics but give in, letting him feed you. The satisfaction in his eyes as you take the bite is almost comical, and you’re just about to tease him when he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. Your words die in your throat as heat rises to your face, leaving you flustered and Sungho grinning wider.

lee riwoo.

01. You’re both busy with your own things—he’s watching a show on TV while you’re curled up next to him with a book, your legs resting comfortably over his. Every so often, Riwoo glances at you, quietly admiring the way your brows furrow in concentration, the way you absentmindedly fidget with your lower lip. When a strand of hair falls into your face, you don’t even notice. Riwoo does, though. Gently, he tucks the strand behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin for the briefest moment. “There,” he murmurs softly, turning his attention back to the TV, though the shy smile creeping onto his face betrays him.

02. Riwoo isn’t the type to initiate big, dramatic displays of affection, but sometimes, when the moment feels just right, he can’t help himself. Like now, as you stand in the kitchen, focused on something entirely mundane—washing dishes, chopping vegetables, or scrolling through a recipe on your phone. Quietly, he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, moving your hair aside to rest his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You flinch slightly at the sudden contact, letting out a small gasp. “You startled me,” you murmur, though your voice softens as you relax in his hold. “’M sorry,” he whispers, his voice muffled against your skin, his arms tightening just a bit more as his hands come together, anchoring you in place.

03. You’re running late, practically hopping around as you slip your shoes on, fingers raking through your hair in a futile attempt to tame it. Riwoo watches from the doorway, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as you huff in frustration. He steps forward, gently tugging your arm to stop you. “Here, let me fix it,” he says softly, his voice low and soothing. Before you can protest, his hands are in your hair, his fingers working delicately through the tangles. He smooths down the flyaways, combing through the strands with practiced ease, his touch gentle but sure. When he’s done, he steps back, tilting his head slightly as he admires his work—and you. “What?” you ask, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. “So pretty,” he says simply. Before you can recover, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Bye, love,” he whispers, stepping back as you leave the house. Your knees feel wobbly, your heart racing as you glance back at him one last time before heading out, a giddy smile tugging at your own lips.

han taesan.

01. It’s late, and you’re both supposed to be asleep unless you want to risk being late for work the next morning. But none of that seems to matter. You stand on your tiptoes to pull the ice cream from the freezer, feeling Taesan’s presence lingering behind you. You place the tub on the counter when you feel him tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Taesan’s face bathed in the soft glow of the refrigerator light, his eyes holding a tenderness that makes your heart ache in the best way. He steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you toward him. His forehead rests gently against yours, and the quiet intimacy of the moment steals your breath. Instinctively, your hand lifts to brush against his cheek, but he winces at the chill of your fingers against his warm skin. “Sorry,” you giggle softly, pulling your hand back quickly. Taesan’s lips twitch into a small, lopsided smile as he takes your hands in his, enveloping them in his warmth. He rubs them gently, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles until the coldness fades. But even when your hands are warm, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he lifts one of your hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles before leaning forward to place another on your forehead. He rests his cheek against your temple, his arms wrapping around you fully now as he sways the two of you back and forth in the quiet stillness of 3 a.m. The faint hum of the fridge fills the silence, but all you can focus on is the sound of his steady breathing and the feel of his heartbeat against yours.

02. You’re scrolling through your phone, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs tucked under you, when Taesan plops down beside you. He sits in silence for a while, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater as he debates whether or not to get your attention. Eventually, he scoots closer, gently unfolding your legs, and rests his head in your lap, instantly relaxing as the exhaustion of the day melts away. You glance down at him, confusion crossing your face, but Taesan simply grins up at you with half-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, he reaches for your hand, guiding it to his hair. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you bite back a smile, amused by his clingy behavior. Slowly, you start to run your fingers through his hair, the rhythm soothing both him and you. Taesan hums contentedly, his body shifting as he gets more comfortable on your thighs. You look back at your phone, but your fingers never stop moving through his hair. Your attention is fully on the pretty boy with his head resting on your lap, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

03.

You’re out shopping with Taesan, almost ready to leave after grabbing everything that caught your eye, but you’re too tired to shop any longer. Taesan is holding all your shopping bags, despite your insistence on carrying at least one. He refused to let you. You’re standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. The strap of your purse keeps slipping off your shoulder, and you unknowingly let out an irritated huff as you pull it up for the fourth time in the past two minutes.

“Give it to me,” Taesan says, taking the little bag from you before you can protest. You don’t even know how he’s managed to hold all these bags.

“Taesan, I can hold my purse myself,” you say firmly, but he just clicks his tongue.

“Well, you clearly can’t if you keep dropping it.”

You frown. “I didn’t drop it—”

Before you can finish, his lips press against yours—firm but soft—before pulling away almost immediately.

“Hush, I’m fine with holding your bags, baby.”

You can’t say anything to that, too flustered to even look at him. Your eyes fall on a little girl standing behind you, who bursts into a fit of giggles at the sight of the kiss your boyfriend just gave you. You scrunch your nose at her before resting your cheek against Taesan’s shoulder, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling like the girl behind you.

kim leehan.

01.

You’re sitting in the corner of a quiet cafe, focused on an assignment that’s due in a few days. Leehan, however, is not as focused. He had plenty of work to do, but after ten minutes, his attention was already drifting. He kept turning his phone on and off, scanning the cafe, and gossiping in your ear whenever someone did something questionable. He fidgeted with your pens, did everything but study.

Finally, he grabbed a pen and gently took your hand, guiding it toward him. You didn’t resist; anything to let this boy distract himself so you could focus. The cool pen glided over the back of your hand as he started doodling.

A few minutes later, you felt him looking up at you with a gleam in his eyes. You glanced down at the back of your hand and saw two fish drawn with a green pen, sloppily yet endearingly, with a heart between them. One fish had wide eyes and a ridiculously joyful expression, while the other had smaller eyes and furrowed eyebrows. A fish with eyebrows? But you didn’t question it.

"Let me guess," you said, your lips curling into a smile, "I’m the grumpy one?"

Leehan nodded enthusiastically. "Cute, right?" he beamed. "They’re in love," he added dreamily.

You smiled at the doodle, finding it impossibly cute. You’d never wash it off if you could.

"Hold on," he said. "I’ll draw our kids too."

"Leehan!"

02. You groan softly as sunlight pours through the window, squinting and turning to face the other way. Leehan is already awake, watching you with a sleepy, gentle smile. "Morning," he says, his voice still thick with sleep. It never fails to surprise you how cheerful he can be, even when sunlight is harshly poking at your eyes on a Sunday morning at 8 a.m.

You grumble in response, your words unintelligible as you move closer to Leehan, nuzzling against his side and pulling the blankets tighter around you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in his warm embrace, his hand gently running through your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers. You grab a fistful of his shirt, holding him even tighter as you snuggle into his chest.

"Wake up, baby," you hear him murmur, his voice soft and full of affection. You mumble, "Five more minutes, please," and feel Leehan nod in understanding. Five minutes pass, and he still holds you close, continuing to run his fingers through your hair, allowing you to cling to him for as long as you need, because he enjoys it just as much as you do.

His gentle touch and soothing presence make it so easy to forget about the world outside, leaving you feeling safe and content in his arms. You can’t imagine a better way to start your day.

03. You were talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing wildly as you went on and on about some random thing that had happened during the day. Leehan, on the other hand, was quietly listening, his eyes soft and amused as they watched you talk.

“You know,” you continued, oblivious to the way his lips curled into a smile, “I think it’s just—” Before you could go on any longer, Leehan suddenly leaned forward, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. And before you could even react, his lips pressed against yours, silencing your rambling in the sweetest way possible. The kiss was soft, a little teasing, and it made your heart race all at once.

When he pulled away just enough to look at you, his face was flushed, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You were talking a lot,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You blinked at him, cheeks turning a soft pink. “Leehan...” you whispered, still a little breathless. He gave you a playful grin and pecked your lips again, this time lingering just a bit longer, his hand softly cupping your cheek.

“Couldn’t resist,” he murmured, his voice warm and fond. “Every time you talk, I just wanna kiss you.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around you as he pulled you closer. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep talking, then.”

kim woonhak.

01. It wasn’t unusual for Woonhak to absentmindedly play with your hair. Sometimes it started with a little twirl or a soft tug to smooth a flyaway, but soon his fingers would weave through your hair in the gentlest way, like he couldn’t help himself.

One afternoon, as you sat on the floor reading, your head resting against his knee as he lounged behind you on the couch, his hand found your hair again. He started with soft motions—tucking strands behind your ear, brushing his fingers through lightly. The repetitive movement was so soothing you closed your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips.

After a while, his movements changed. You felt him section off a small part of your hair and begin braiding it, the motions careful and deliberate. He worked with so much focus, as though he didn’t want to accidentally tug too hard or mess up your peaceful moment. A small smile played on your lips as you let him continue, enjoying the way he was putting so much care into something as simple as your hair.

“Umm, YN… I think I messed up.”

Curious, you touched the braid—and gasped. It wasn’t a braid; it was a bird’s nest more than anything. “Woonhak!”

His eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together, leaning in dramatically. “I’m so sorry, baby! I swear I didn’t mean to destroy your hair.” Then, without giving you a chance to respond, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Forgive me?” he asked softly, his lips brushing your temple before planting another kiss just above your ear.

You sighed, trying to stay annoyed, but he made it impossible. “Not fair,” you muttered, tilting your head toward him as his lips trailed to your cheek.

“Is that a yes?” he murmured, grinning against your skin.

“Only if you help me fix this mess.”

You laughed as he gently guided you to sit between his knees, his hands carefully working through the tangle of knots. His fingers, though slightly clumsy, moved delicately as he untangled strand by strand. Occasionally, he’d pause to place a soft kiss on the top of your head or your shoulder, murmuring little apologies that made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you mumbled, leaning back slightly against him.

02. Woonhak had an adorable habit of always saving you a seat, no matter where you went. It was second nature to him—at the library, the cafeteria, or even during group hangouts. He’d drape his jacket over a chair or place his bag on it, giving you a small grin when you arrived, as if to say, This is for you. He never made a big deal out of it, either. It was just something he did, quietly and without fuss, as natural as breathing.

Today, your friends had decided on a casual lunch after school. The restaurant was buzzing with chatter, and by the time you arrived, it seemed every seat at the table was already taken—except for one, right next to Woonhak. He looked up as you walked in, his face lighting up instantly. “Over here,” he called softly, patting the empty chair beside him. You made your way over, a little flustered by the attention but grateful nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you slid in, your shoulder brushing his. His arm instinctively came to rest on the back of your seat, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. The conversation flowed easily among your friends, but your little bubble with Woonhak remained. Under the table, his knee pressed gently against yours. You shifted slightly, and he pressed back, as if to say, Stay close.

At one point, he casually reached for your hand, his pinky hooking around yours before giving a soft squeeze. You glanced at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to focus on his food. But the pink hue dusting his cheeks gave him away completely.

And just like that, with your knees touching and his hand brushing yours, everything else was background noise—leaving only the two of you, perfectly at ease in each other’s presence.

03. It was one of those perfect winter evenings—the air crisp, your breath puffing out in soft clouds as you walked down the street. You were a step ahead of Woonhak, chatting animatedly about something that had happened earlier in the day, your hands flying in every direction to emphasize your points. Woonhak wasn’t saying much today. He liked listening to you like this—watching the way your eyes lit up when you were excited, the way your scarf bobbed with every enthusiastic gesture. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he trailed behind, letting you lead the way.

The crosswalk came into view, and the light had just turned yellow, but you were too caught up in your story to notice. You stepped forward without thinking, and Woonhak’s hand darted out instinctively, wrapping gently around your arm. “Wait,” he said softly, pulling you back just as a car sped past. You blinked, startled, and turned to look at him. “Just… be careful,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool, but the redness creeping up his ears betrayed him.

Before you could say anything, he slid his hand down from your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, slipping both of your hands into the pocket of his coat. The warmth of his palm against yours immediately chased away the chill in the air. You glanced down at your joined hands, a shy smile tugging at your lips at your boyfriend’s sweet gesture to make sure you were safe.

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[pombeom]

camming collaboration pt.1 | taesan fic (nsfw)

pairings: camboy/camgirl au, camgirl!reader x camboy!taesan, rivals to ??, dom!taesan x sub!reader

warnings: a lot of porn with a lot of plot, solo female masturbation, starts with just reader x viewers plot, indented text is the viewers’ comments, use of toys, mutual masturbation, squirting, cumming on reader, taesan is described as nonchalant until he isn’t?, kinda messy, no actual intercourse happens in this part but will do in part 2 :/ (also not proofread)

a/n: this was honestly just a random idea that popped into my head and turned out to be longer than expected so it will be spilt into multiple parts! keep an eye out for part 2!

The bed was all set up, sheets all clean and every cushion in its place. Changing the lights from white to a midnight blue, you log into your account and set up the stream. You were known for your darker setting compared to that of other streamers on the site who mostly opted for the fluffy pink, lovey dovey aesthetic or the cliche red lighting, which was easy to create. 

Ensuring that everything was in place once again, you put on your black face mask and begin the live stream. Not a minute goes by and the comments are already flooding in. 

looking hot today, as usual 

“Thank you lux_mirror64.” 

hope you stay for longer this time. i’ve had a rough day.

“Is that so? I guess I could stay a little bit longer for you minminx,” you whisper seductively. 

You continue to respond to comments as your hand slowly makes its way under your black T-shirt, fondling your boobs, without completely exposing yourself but your perked up nipples still poked through the thin fabric. The corner of your mouth lifts under your mask at the thought of teasing your viewers like this. And just as you thought, the comments begin exploding. 

don’t be a slut blueberry and just strip 

darling, take that too off now

“I didn’t realise you guys were this desperate to see my tits. Is this not enough for you?” You tease, mocking your viewers neediness, “It is getting a little hot in here though.” 

With that, you strip yourself of your T-shirt, revealing your naked assets and squeezing the muscle harder. You push your boobs up and down, watching as the gifts and cash flowed in from your viewers. As you thanked each and every gifter, you pull out your clear dildo from the side of your bed, showing it off to the camera. 

“I’m going to be using something simple today. But just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it won’t be good. LoveBae sent me this as a gift and so I wanted to show you guys how I use it to get off.” 

You pull off your black lace thong and wave it in front of the camera, showing off your wet arousal that you left behind on your underwear. 

blueberry is so wet for us already? I bet she’s imagining taking our cock instead of that dildo

someday, I’m gonna steal her panties and shoot my load all over them

are you sure you can take all 8 inches of that dildo blueberry? 

Reading through the comments just turned you on further, your arousal now leaking down your thigh. You didn’t hesitate as you pushed the dildo in, taking in each and every inch as it stretched out your gummy walls. 

You begin slow, pumping it in and out at a steady pace, building up the tempo. There wasn’t even room to think as soon you ram the dildo into your pussy as fast as you could. Your moans are muffled by the mask but your viewers could still hear every crude sound you were making. 

Fuck blueberry you’re gonna make me cum already

“Just thinking about your cum, is making me dizzy Lord_Harlow.” 

As the dildo abuses your core, your fingers start playing with your clit, sending shock waves up your body. You vision becomes blurry with the build up of tears in your eyes, the comments now being the least of your concern. 

“Fuck! I want you guys to all cum with me. On the count of 3. 3, 2, 1-“ 

Your core erupts as your body begins shaking violently, white cum oozing out your pretty pink hole onto the grey sheets. 

Taking a moment to calm down from your orgasm as your body eventually holds still. 

You check the stats on your live, feeling quite accomplished at the 45k viewers. 

“Thank you guys for tuning in. Have a great week. There are some big things coming soon so look forward to that. Good night guys.” 

You turn off the stream, and slump back into the bed, ripping the mask off your face. 

You think back to the time when you first started this as a way to earn passive income when you were still in your minimum wage graduate job. To think that you’re now one of the, if not, most popular cam girls on the website. Of course you still had to consider ‘Mountain San’, who despite being a male, had wracked up a similar amount of views to you in the past year. His rise to the top was no joke and definitely talked about most on this community.

Whether you’d realised it or not, you had built up some sort of unspoken rivalry in recent months. You were both receiving the same sponsorships from companies and your view count was so similar that the top 2 ranking on the website fluctuated almost on a daily basis. One day you’d be on top and the next him. This naturally lead to conflict between your fans as well. Whilst his were predominantly female and your male, you witnessed the arguments of who was better on the forums. It was almost tragic to see the both of you being put down the other’s viewers yet at the same time, a sense of pride swelled in your chest whenever someone was to take your side.

Looking up at the time, you noticed you only had an hour till you were supposed to sleep. You had a meeting with the website’s team tomorrow, discussing some future stream plans in light of the website’s 10 year anniversary. 

After changing the sheets and throwing the old ones into the washing machine, you take a quick shower before throwing on a baggy T-shirt over your underwear and hopping into bed. You were filled with a slight excitement for tomorrow as you had been told very little about the plans so you slept awaiting the anticipation of the big reveal in the meeting. 

Dressed in your baggy jeans and black long sleeve top, you were feeling ready for the meeting today. It had been a while since the team had last called you in, considering you managed most of your streaming by yourself, but you did welcome the thought of having other people in charge for once.  

You enter the small office building and make your way upto the first floor meeting room. Having been here a few times before, you were familiar with the environment. 

The meeting table was round and a group of people were already gathered around it. You noticed someone new amongst the team, his demeanour and attitude being completely different to that of the rest of them. As you enter, you quickly greet everyone before taking the last empty seat besides the new guy. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” trying to be polite and introducing yourself. 

“Hi. I’m Taesan.” His voice lacked the warmth that was present in yours, simply replying to you for the sake of it. 

“Can I get everyone’s attention. I’m starting the meeting now.” 

The chatter in the room went silent as everyone’s heads turned towards the manager. 

“As I’m sure everyone is aware, we have Y/n and Taesan who are here with us today.” 

A sudden confusion arose. You thought the new guy was simply another staff member on the team. But if he deserved an introduction alongside yours he clearly must be someone more important. You take another glance at him from the side of your eyes, and then it started to make sense. His loosely styled black hair should have been a dead giveaway from the start but you only noticed who he was upon seeing the infamous silver chains that hang from his neck. Taesan was Mountain San. For fucks sake what was he doing here. You cursed in your head quite annoyed that you were sat next to your unannounced rival. But you were forced to push that to the back of your mind as the meeting continued. 

“With the upcoming anniversary of our website, the team thought a collaboration between Blueberry Moon and Mountain San would be the perfect way to commemorate the occasion. As the top 2 streamers, we hope you cooperate with us to make this project come to life. What do you guys think?” 

You were completely thrown off the proposition, lacking the words to even reply to his question. 

“I’m ok with it if Y/n is,” Taesan’s short  answer was straight to the point and further shifted the pressure of decision-making onto you. He was your biggest rival on the website, yet you didn’t want to disappoint the team especially on such a big occasion. It could be an opportunity to fizzle out any tension between your fandoms in a way. But were you willing to give into it? 

“I guess I’m ok with it too then.” 

“That’s great! We’ll set up a schedule but first can we have a chemistry screening to see how the both of you come off, on camera. Does Friday sound good?” 

“Yeah thats fine,” you reply on behalf of the both of you.

“Before then, can we just ask you to spend a bit of time together. I think it’d be better if your relationship is built up more organically off screen.” 

You knew that the manager was hinting at your rivalry. Even if no one every mentioned it, it wad obvious that it could be an issue. 

After the meeting ended, you managed to catch up to Taesan who seemed very eager to leave. 

“Hey. You heard what the manger said right? Here’s my number and I think you should come over tomorrow. We can spend a bit of time getting to know each other.” 

“Getting to know each other in what ways?” His question may have been innocent but his smirk and the glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.  

“Ugh. You know what I mean. Anyway give me your number too so I can send you my address.” 

Grabbing your phone, he inputs his contact information, adding your number onto his phone at the same time. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He gives you a two finger salute before turning his back and speeds off. His arrogance and cockiness was getting to you.

It was exactly 6pm when you heard the doorbell ring in your apartment. You didn’t even have to check as you knew that Taesan would be coming over as you had organised over a short chain of texts. He wasn’t much of a talker in person nor over text. Communicating with him made you want to rip his hair out in hopes for some sort of reaction. What did his fans see in him? 

“Come on in. You can sit here. Is there anything you want to eat or drink? We can order dinner if you haven’t eaten yet?” 

“I haven’t actually. Have you?”

“No I haven’t either.” 

The conversation was almost awkward as the two of you sat in the lingering conflict of your online presences. 

“I’ll order food in that case,” he uttered. 

“No it’s ok. I’ve got this. You are my guest after all,” you interject, pulling out your phone from your pocket.

“Well too bad, already ordered. Hope you’re hungry for some pizza,” Taesan says whilst showing off his phone screen, flashing a subtle mischievous grin. 

Slightly thrown off by the speed at which he ordered, you proceeded to ask him questions about his life and the reason why he started pursuing this career as a camboy. This was your attempt at breaking the ice, yet it felt as though the ice was far from being broken. 

“Can I get a tour of your apartment?” His question sprung up on you so suddenly but you were glad that he was taking some sort of initiative. 

“Of course. Follow me.” 

You take him around each room, showing him the kitchen, the main bedroom, and bathroom. You then reach the door furthest away. You hesitated a bit, wondering if it was acceptable to show him your streaming room. From what you remembered it was neat and clean but it felt almost too intimate to be sharing on the first meeting. But in the name of ice breaking, you opened the door letting him in so he could take a look. 

“This is the room I use to stream. That’s my filming setup and that’s the bed obviously. Oh and the lights change colours too.”

You begin fiddling around with remote control switching between the different colours as a way of showing him the different options. 

“What’s in there?” He asks, clearly pointing at the set of drawers beside the bed. 

“Oh umm…that’s just my toys and stuff. I get a lot of PR so I ended up getting a drawer to organise it.” Your cheeks flushed a shade of pink, embarrassed to suddenly be revealing the intimate parts of your home and of yourself.

“I see. Have you used them all then? On your streams?” 

“Mhmm. Mostly yeah. I test them out before the stream and if all is good then yeah I use them.” You feign your confidence trying to answer his questions of sudden curiosity. You didn’t want to make things any more awkward than they already were.  

“Can you show me how you use them?” His tone was sly and almost teasing as he eyes you up and down, the grin on his face growing wider by the second. 

The thumping in your chest grows louder, as your mind goes blank. You were baffled and confused. How were you supposed to respond to that? 

“I mean we’re going to be fucking each other on a stream anyway so might as well get a head start now.” 

Where did all this come from? His nonchalance vanished into thin air as he presented a new version of himself to you: curious, teasing and eager. 

“Umm… yeah you’re right. I guess it’s fine then. This is just a headstart.” 

When you were trying to make things less awkward between you two, you had no idea it would end up here with Taesan in your streaming room asking to watch you use your toys on yourself. The usual confidence you possessed on camera lacked in real life, so you were just a stuttering mess.

“Which one do you want me to use?” Your voice managed to say. 

“Let me have a look.” 

He takes himself to the drawer opening each and every one as he rummages around trying to find the perfect toy for you to use. After careful consideration, he decided on an 8 inch purple, vibrating dildo, handing it over to you. 

“This one. Show me how you use it.” His demands were sharp and straightforward but the undertones of his commands were more playful. 

Initially, you were unsure about it but with each word that came out his mouth, the larger the pool grew between your legs. Hence, you were quick to remove your jeans, leaving you in just your white underwear which was already soaked wet, earning you a smirk from Taesan. 

You began prepping yourself, using your fingers to rub over your clothed clit. You craved more tho and this was obvious with the way your hips began grinding against your own hand. Ridding yourself of your panties, your long fingers were quick to dip into your wet core, pumping them slowly, stretching your walls to make sure you could fit the dildo. 

You hadn’t noticed but Taesan had helped himself to the chair near your desk, spreading his legs and leaving his bulge visible. As you eyed his hard-on through his black jeans, you grabbed the dildo and turned on the vibration setting to its lowest speed, ensuring you eased your way into it. You place the tip at your entrance, the vibrations sending jolts of shock up your spine. You continue to push it up inside your pussy as the vibrations had you squirming, feeling sensitive to the rhythmic pulses. 

In the meantime, Taesan had pulled his jeans and boxers down below his knees as his cock stands straight at an impressive length against his clothed torso. His hands run along his thighs before giving his balls a firm squeeze, precum oozing down his shaft. 

You finally start to pump the dildo inside your pussy, increasing the vibration to the next level, causing your knees to shake. Your eyes catch Taesan’s before you notice his large hands stroking his cock violently, matching the pace of your own movements. 

“You’re so sexy, Y/n. I bet you get told that a lot but it’s true. Look at you rolling your eyes like such a slut.” 

His voice much lower than before, sent goosebumps up your arms. The shift in his personality was unexpected and you got a sense of thrill from that. 

“Go faster. Push that fucking toy into you faster. Pretend it’s my dick ramming into you.” 

You did just as he said, slamming the dildo against your pussy, the top abusing the wall of your cervix every time. 

“Such an obedient little slut. Bet your male viewers wank off to you just like I am right now. Bet that gets you really turned on.” 

“Fuck Taesa- aghhh!” Your moans echo through the room as they escape your mouth freely. Your mask wasn’t there to block the sound this time. Taesan’s groans also grow louder as he strokes his cock aggressively. 

“I’m gonna cum!” You moan, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your high build up in every muscle of your body. 

“Cum for me bitch.” 

With one last stroke, your insides explode as a clear liquid squirts out onto Taesan who was now standing up in front of you. Mere seconds later, he reaches his own high, whining as he shoots his cum on your stomach, making an even bigger mess of you and your sheets. 

“Shit, you look so hot right now. Makes me wanna mark you up. I’ll leave that for next time though,” he taunts, running a hand through his hair as he stands above you half naked. 

“I didn’t know you had it in you to be so…you know…not stoic?” 

“That side only comes out when it needs to. Don’t get your hopes up.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his arrogance. You found it annoying at first but now you could see why many found it charming. He was deserving of his popularity. 

Now that you’d seen this side of him, you were beginning to look forward to the collab stream. 

[lee-sanghyeok]

TAESAN for OLIVE YOUNG GLOBAL

[puma-riki]

guys why is leehan from boy next door like so peculiar and strange and a bit off putting and weird and like everything i’ve ever wanted in a man…

[boynextdoors]

BOYNEXTDOOR for WWD (2025)

[soft4sungho]

────୨ৎ──── myungnyangz ────୨ৎ────

♪soft4sungho

[voikiraz]

— 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 [ p.sh ]

Lovers . bf!sungho x fem!reader ⠀𝑤. skinship kisses domestic kinda step ? #779 M.recordings [ i feel like i have so much more to say but i dk how to organize it ]

syn. simple act of love from park sungho. ; a headcanon.

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He would be so attentive to you and would help you with whatever even if you didn't really declare to him that you need his help, he just knows.

he would help you with your outfit weather he's planning outfits with you or helping you adjust something.

you were standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric of your dress and admiring it, you reached for the zipper, trying to pull it up but to say that it's tricky would be an understatement.

You groaned in irritation, calling your boyfriend's name for help.

“Sungho, can you help me zip up my dress please?” you said turning to look at the man sitting on the edge of your bed, he throws his phone somewhere near and gets up.

“Of course, my love,” he hummed softly, giving you a warm reassuring smile, he brushes your hair to the side of your neck and his other hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it up gently, to not ruin the dress.

“There you go,” he held your waist and smiled at you in admiration through the mirror, “you’re absolutely stunning.” he says, pairing his words with a kiss to your cheeks, making you turn putty in his hands.

You turn around, facing him to give him a quick peck, “thank you baby.” and he cant help but fall all over again.

^ same thing with him helping you put on a necklace or omg holding your heels as you walk to the car after a party ohhh

this is such a silly act but he would 100% hold doors open for you, and would open the car door for you eeek

As you were walking up to the car, ready to get home and rest after the long day spent with your friends, you instinctively reach for the door handle, and before you know it sungho’s already standing next to you.

He opens the door for you. And with a kind smile he moves to the side to make way for you, making a chuckle escape from your lips. “After you, pretty lady.”

You thank him and slide into your seat, he waits for you to get comfortable and bends down, reaching for the seat belt to fasten it around your figure, he adjusts it with a click.

“There,” he begins, softly placing a kiss on your cheeks, then he leans back with a soft smile, “you're all safe.” he follows and the sound of the door closing was heard soon after

And you can confidently say that he always made you feel safe, cared for and valued, even through the smallest actions, just a look from his soft eyes and a smile will be on your face in no time. Seeing in his eyes how much he truly cares.

So yeah, he is literally so awehhhhhjsahhwhah.

I think he would be the type to let you lie down next to him and hear everything you have to say, if you're ranting or if you're just telling him about your day.

The day has been long, and as you finally unwind down and get ready to be engulfed in the comfort of your blankets, they weren't enough anymore you usually just wanna be engulfed in the presence of him.

As you both find your representative places on the bed, you curl up next to him, gently resting your head on his chest, and all he does is smile and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer - if that's even possible-

“Now that we have some alone time, tell me about your day, i miss hearing you speak baby.” he says, waiting for you to start an endless rant that he found himself yearning for whenever you weren't near, it was eating him alive.

You started ranting to him about your day, voice calm and gentle, and he hums softly in response, something so simple that seems to soothe your soul from everything just like your voice does to him.

His fingers caress your hair, his touch tender and makes it hard for your eyes to stay open.

“If you keep doing that, I'll be asleep in like two minutes.” you cut yourself mid speaking, giving him a glare with zero actual annoyance behind it.

He chuckles, and the sound of him simply laughing makes your gaze soften. He pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head, lips soft against your temple in comfort.

“It’s okay baby, you should sleep anyway, you worked so hard today.” he blurts out and his voice is full of affection and pride

Can you notice how insane I am about cheek kisses. especially w sungho.

© voikiraz 2O25

[patisseriu]

he tasted of dark chocolate || hts

univ!taesan x gn!reader

genre : strangers to ???

wc : ~2.1k

cw & tw : late night walks, exam period, riwoo and leehan are taesans edgy little friend group; bad influence, cigarettes - both taesan and y/n smoke here(smoking is bad don't smoke please), implied over the legal age; y/n supposedly has quit smoking but taesan is being a hot influencing asshole ppl loooove taesan badboy agenda don’t they. y/n is mentioned to be shorter than taesan, and is kinda cocky in the beginning. there's swearing. lots of internal monologue. use of real names.

no pronouns used; full lowercase intended; proofread

main character names are italicised

you loved these little moments when the sky had just turned dark, the dark-purple veil taking over the silver clouds, making them nearly impossible to tell apart from one another. sun was nowhere to be seen since the passing streetlights were the ones responsible for playing with your shadow now, casting it in different directions as you kept walking.

its been a long week. you just finished studying for the exams taking place tomorrow. you still wondered what luck it took for the two of your most important classes to have exams on the same day, back to back. you were a lot more excited for the following whole month of a break than frying the remaining bits of your brain over the final academic push. maybe you weren't all that confident in your knowledge even after the whole weekend worth of studies. or maybe you were overdoing it and pushing your mind in a corner.

either way, that didn't matter now. you didn't want it to matter.

you focused on the cold air you inhaled, wanting to float away from all the worries along with the wind particles that ruffled your hair.

it snowed just last week, giving you hopes for a prettier imagery during your testing period, but the continuous forecast of rain and warmer temperatures melted everything down, leaving nothing but a slight shine on the road and a humid hint in the air.

and as you immersed yourself more in the atmosphere, the one thing that made you snap back from your thoughts was the appearance of a persisting bitter smell. you open your eyes.

in front of you, a group of three boys were making their way in the same direction as you were, completely barricading the entirety of a thin alleyway as they all walked beside one another. the three were dressed in same dark colors, beanies over their heads, and the shorter guy on the right side even turned over his shoulder for moment and gave you a tense eye. seems about the typical public to walk around these times. you turned your head and looked around, feeling like you shouldn't have looked up in the first place.

but you wish it was as easy to switch your attention with just a head turn. a wave of a sharp, acrid scent mixed with the crisp night air stung the walls of your nose. it was so familiar. though you tried to bury it in the fragments of your memory, there were times when you yourself would be in their shoes; inhaling a chestful of smoke after along day that felt like it would never end, the bitter burn of nicotine hitting your throat like flames.

you didn’t need to look up again to know the source. it quite literally was all around their presence - the smoke of cheap cigarettes, ones that burned too quickly and with too much force.

by the time you were shaking yourself mentally out of it, the casted shadows of the group before you were already actively whispering between each other, giving you over the shoulder looks until all three had glared at you at least once. great. if you didn't feel weird before now you definitely were.

you tucked your hands into the pockets of your jacket and tried to keep your pace steady, swallowing, eyes still down on the asphalt. but that was only for a couple more seconds or so, until the boys had seemed to stop their pace and turn your way.

"hey," the guy in the middle, clearly the 'leader' of their little gang, was trying to get your attention. unexpected. you really wished to be able to just pass by, you didn't want any tension or problems, especially on a relatively empty street, sky getting darker every second. you really tried making it look like you didn't pay that much mind, until getting uncomfortably close and having to stop. you tilted your head up, not enough to meet gazes just yet, as looking at them directly seemed like a death wish at the very moment.

"got somewhere to be?" his voice was teasing, eyebrows raised at you sternly ignoring him for as long as you could. his question hung in the air like the smoke curling from the corner of his lips.

you really panicked for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"just passing through," you replied, voice steady despite the uneasy thrum in your chest. did that sound stupid? obviously you weren't following them. self doubts climbed up your skin along with the shivers. you kept your eyes on the leader, sensing he was the one who mattered most in this interaction. hell, you almost felt like breathing too much could've turned out the wrong way for you.

his lips curled at your answer, not quite a smirk, but close enough. "passing through, huh?" he echoed, as if tasting the words. did it really sound that stupid? you felt almost embarrassed at this point. doing your best to keep your form, you finally brought your eyes to examine the guy's face.

god, was he tall. his shoulders seemed especially broad with the unzipped puffer jacket resting on his shoulders, and height was hyperbolized by the below-average sized guy next to him. as your eyes crawled up to take apart his face, in the matter of seconds you noted the uniqueness of his features, his sharp jawline and plump lips that just finished letting go of a grey ribbon of smoke. his mimic seemed almost like one of a hand-drawn character, eyebrows especially expressive.

you felt so small, unrealistically small, nearly a whole meter smaller than him. a weird feeling continued spreading all across your body, so fast you couldn't even tell what it was.

you weren't the only one observing a stranger - while the tallest man was clearly staring back at you, his other two partners were doing just the same, but instead of your face they were more taking apart the details of your outfit.

standing so close to them and the recently released cloud of smoke just got in your head further, making it surprisingly difficult for you to feel like the whole situation wasn't just a part of your imagination or a hazy dream.

"do you smoke?"

what an ironic fucking question. the universe might have just been testing you right now. you had to take a second and blink to make sure this wasn't your brain talking.

"if you're sharing."

how pathetic.

how. fucking. pathetic.

the words just left your mind as if you turned back time, as if the whole period of quitting didn't even happen.

the man seemed to be in complete awe at your response, though. his lips parted, and eyebrows raised even higher. somehow he combined the expression of a subtle gasp with a smirk, clearly liking the way you spoke to him, how confident you seemed in the words, even if in reality you really weren't.

he looked at the two boys standing beside him, motioning something with his head, followed then by the two nodding and continuing to walk forward in the direction you all were going to initially, already finding themselves busy enough with a topic to discuss.

he used the one hand with a glowing, nearly-spent cigarette to hold up the the fabric of his jacket, so he could reach into the inner pocket and offer a brand new one to you. "be my guest"

if you're this far in, and the man in front of you is that good looking, there isn't much that could convince you to back off now. this isn't your proudest move.

you take the cigarette with a nod as a polite 'thanks', resting the fragile cylinder between the two of your fingers and bringing it closer to your lips.

you expected for him to also take out the lighter by now, but after shifting your focus for just a mere moment, you were only met with him inches closer to your face, the smoldering bud now pressed between his lips.

that was the exact second you felt it - your heart was beating at a pretty crazy pace. holy shit. your fingers were on the edge of shaking from the adrenaline in your veins, but you could probably shrug it off on the cold or the nicotine itself.

you knew exactly what to do, and the desire to keep your cool moved your head forward, the burning tip of his cigarette meeting the edge of yours with precision. a deep inhale and the faint crackle of the ember lit your own, sound filling the silence between you, something so quiet and gentle yet impossibly loud in the moment.

you swear his pupils dilated more with each second before you backed off to let out the first puff of bitter smoke. you felt disgusting. but yours probably got just as big in the moment. the heat seemed to be hitting not only your throat but also inching somewhere deeper. was it the same kind of heat? it's been too long for you to understand, and too many emotions were taking over you at the moment.

"I'm dongmin" with a soft smile and a draw from what's left of his bud, he extended his free hand out to you for a handshake, to which you did the same.

"y/n"

he looked at you with a smile, so mellow and cute, practically melting off the 'scary guy' image off his face. and you noticed it before he seemed to try and shrug it off right as he caught himself on it, suddenly starting to pace forward once again, you followed right after.

maybe it wasn't just you trying to make yourself look cool in front of the other for an impression.

"other two are donghyun and sanghyeok." he kept staring off into their backs, already significantly far that they couldn't hear any of his words, without trying to be quiet. "they're nicer than they look." he turned to you, the revealed tenderness still in the notes of his suppressed expression. it felt.. genuine.

you smiled back, walking beside one another in comfortable silence for a few moments, only the sound of your footsteps and the occasional inhale of smoke filling the air.

as the cigarette burned down to its last embers, your guilt was somewhere long forgotten, and the other two boys in the distance already seemed to walk off the other way, the two of you had made your way right to the entrance of your dorm without really thinking about it, filled with all kinds of conversations and facts about one another. both of your phone numbers already in the contacts of another. the cool night air had settled around you both, and you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to put the point you had in mind the whole time.

"you know, maybe we all are 'nicer than we look'" you quoted dongmin's words from the very beginning of your chat, and he felt a pang of surprise at you recalling his words. surely, by the way he shyly smiled and led his eyes away for a moment, you could tell he did find that bit of your words truthful. his exaggerated coolness slowly coming off, revealing a faint pink shade over his cheeks, so light it almost had a pastel-like quality.

and while you were busy noticing such details about him, all warm and fuzzy in your feelings, you didn't notice how dongmin stepped closer. there was no hesitation in his movement, and before you could process it, his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you in gently.

the kiss was soft, exploratory, like he was tasting the moment, tasting you. it was nothing like you expected, no rushed desperation, only a slow, lingering connection that felt entirely new. his lips were utterly bitter, but had a distinct note - he tasted of dark chocolate.

the moment felt fleeting, and ended just as carefully and gently as it started. after a shared smile, you stayed a little longer for a tight hug, before waving goodbye and him observing the door behind you close.

the whole evening still felt like a haze - your head was dizzy from the warmness of your feelings, everything inside you fluttered and a smile was impossible to erase from your face as you rode up the elevator; you wondered if he felt the same way, walking back to his place.

you were looking forward to tomorrow, and the day after; to more things to share about yourself, more things to learn about him; and eventually, after some while, watch him chuckle at you confessing you agreed to smoke just to continue a conversation with him, and appear cooler.

maybe you share more than it seemed, and the things that brought you closer might have been just equally pretentious.

[hyunfelix]

beret ihan

[ilysungho]

i feel like we dont get enough dom!riwoo on here!! do u have any thoughts on dom riwoo ?! 🙈🙈 i literally cant get him out my mind,, feel like he'd be so mean but so nice all at once ~_~

- @hazeytae :3

I WAS ABOUT TO START WRITING A DOM!RIWOO FIC BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME HELLO? you read my mind love 💗 this turned out WAY longer than i thought it would be but enjoy hehe ☺️

dom!riwoo would be so mean and nice all at once, i agree! he’d have his signature cocky smile on his face as he feels you grind on his lap during a makeout session. his voice is so gorgeous and i just know he would talk to you a lot, even hum at you as you beg for more from him. but he’d take it oh so slowly. granted he doesn’t mind quickies, but he would want to savor the moment when he has the time. he’d say how your his pretty girl, but then ask “or do you want to be my pretty slut for the night?”. your reaction says it all as he buries his face into your neck, leaving wet and sloppy kisses because he knows you like how the air hits the saliva on your skin, making you moan softly as you hug his chest. the grinding doesn’t falter as he tells you to take your shirt off for him, flaunting your braless figure for him to mark. he’d smirk at how thoughtful you are for not wearing anything underneath, but even then he’s pretty good at unhooking your bra with a single pinch.

~ more under cut!

riwoo would draw shapes and words on your back as he sucks your delicate nipples, humming at your moans as you feel your panties getting wetter. his jeans might have a stain before he gets down to where you need him, but it’s ok. it’s not like he needs the clothes soon anyways. his tongue would paint all over your skin so expertly that all you can do is wonder how he does it so well every time. he’d definitely want to have sex regularly, whether it be quickies, or soft and sensual sex, or hard and kinky sex. he’s into all of it and if you weren’t then that’s also ok. he’d only go as far as you allow. as he kisses your marked up breasts, he’d bend you backwards onto the mattress/couch, while kissing down your stomach, holding onto your back so preciously. he loves how you arch your back to let him do so, getting so turned on to be able to see your soaked, translucent cloth barely covering your needy cunt now. he’d smirk as he teases you for it, but you can’t even tell him off as you’re humping your hips up to his lips while begging for more. “mhm ok darling, whatever you want.” falls out of his perfectly plump lips as he pulls the useless cloth off of you. he’s conditioned you by now to take two fingers immediately when wet, and that’s what he does while his tongue drinks your juices and flicks your clit. he’d moan teasingly against the sensitive skin to get you even more riled up, the vibrations not even close to the ones from your vibrators he’d bought for you. you liked how his irregular hums made you shake over his touch, and he liked how you shook under him as he teased you so gently. but it’s not the most he’d tease you. oh no, he would tease you for so long. he’d eat you out for hours on end if he could, sending you to the edge multiple times with just his tongue and fingers.

as you whine about how you’re going to cum, riwoo would sit up, still fingering you while he tells you to let it out, taking his dick out to put a condom on in the process. and when you do, he’d take your cum and use it as lube to finally fuck you (for the first time out of many rounds). the penetration would have you arch your back once again from how he’d fill you up fuller than his fingers had. his cock would be an average length, curved and a little on the thin side. yet your pussy would swallow him up and clench around him so perfectly. he’d tongue the insides of his cheek, still coated with the taste of you, as he smirks at how well you’re taking him despite just cumming.

this would go on for a while, the two of you changing positions often, with him particularly being a fan of fucking you sideways with your hands pinned to your back and upper leg on his shoulder. as the rounds continue on, he’d get more vulgar with his word choices too. degrading you with every thrust, his pace wouldn’t falter. he’s a dancer after all; he’s used to hard practices so he has built up a good amount of stamina. and he wouldn’t stop until your overstimulated and squirting all over his dick. after all, he’d only be satisfied once you make a mess <3

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