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kisseobie · 1 year ago

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piwon’s reaction to reader squirting? 🫠

p1harmony reacting to making you squirt

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

tags: unprotected sex (don’t do this lolz), cunnilingus (fem. receiving), crying, squirting (duh), rough sex, degradation, spanking, fingering, masturbation, mentions of piss, corruption, i think that’s the bulk of it?

a/n: apparently user kisseobie is the biggest whore on the planet bc i started writing this the minute i saw the notification in my inbox.. i couldn’t help myself from doing full fledged reactions sorry …. also i believe in pussy slapping keeho supremacy .. also don’t ask why i wrote so much i wasn’t planning on it….

❤︎ keeho

the two of you are sat on the soft carpet of keeho’s bedroom, your bare back pressed up against his clothed chest. your boyfriend has one hand tightly holding your face in place, forcing you to stare at the mirror in front of you and watch as his other hand descends between your thighs. his rough fingers gather your slick and you mewl in response, to which he gently pushes his fingers into your cunt. he may be an attentive lover, but he’s not the most patient, and his rigorous pace of fucking his digits into you is almost immediate, causing you to whine and thrash against him. “mm kyo, ‘s too much!” is the only coherent sentence you can get out of yourself as keeho ignores your pleas to slow down, only quickening the pace of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy. your eyes screw shut as your boyfriend’s hot breath hits your right ear, and with his mouth so close to your face, you can properly hear his quiet grunts and curses, the only indication that he’s not nearly as composed as he’s attempting to seem. when he notices that your eyes aren’t on your reflection anymore, he gives your clit a firm spank that makes you scream and jolt in surprise. “fuckkkkkk, no more p-please i can’t take it!!” you squeal, eyes shutting once again, partly because keeho’s assault on your pussy is salivating, and partly because your humiliated, humiliated that he’s capable of forcing you into submission so quickly, and how you sit in front of him fully naked while your boyfriend watches you, fully clothed and composed.

you can’t stop shaking and sobbing against him. he eventually lets you lay your head back on his shoulder as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, but his fingers never still. “look at you,” he coos, “haven’t even stuffed you with my dick yet and you’re drooling all over yourself. you’re so fucking nasty y/n” he taunts, only egging himself on with every insult. if you ignore his command to look at yourself, he once again grabs your chin and forces you to, laughing under his breath at your tears and dumbed out expression as you try your best to listen to your boyfriend’s next words. “need you to come for me, can you do that angel? you gonna cum around my fingers? gonna make a mess all over me?” he sweetly asks you, a heavy contrast to the pad of thumb currently drawing circles into your puffy clit. you can only nod in reply, feeling a more intense orgasm bubbling in your tummy and before you can warn him, keeho lands another slap against your mound that pushes you over the edge. you’re floating, vision white and toes curled as you writhe against kyo’s fingers. minutes pass by and you finally come back to your senses, feeling keeho laying pecks all across your bare shoulders as you slump into him, and that’s when you notice that there are spritz and drops of what seems to be liquid on keeho’s mirror, pooled on the carpet below you, and scattered across the smooth skin of your thighs. you can hear keeho’s heavy pants, and when you turn to apologize for the mess you’ve made, your words get stuck in your threat as you realize that your boyfriend didn’t mind one bit, quite the opposite actually. he’s on top of you in seconds, laying your back against the now damp carpet as he stares at you with a wild, lust-driven look on his face.

“think i can make you squirt around my cock next, pretty?”

“wait kyo! won’t fit, it won’t fit!” is your reply, but do you really think he gives a care in the world? he’ll make it fit, and he’ll draw those waves out from you until you’re both spent and soaked in your sweet juices <3

❤︎ theo

“wait so you’ve never..?”

“nope. i don’t think every girl can”

it started with an unserious conversation about your personal sexual experiences, a topic your new boyfriend was very curious about. for the most part, the atmosphere was lighthearted as you and theo took turns interrogating eachother, but a specific question asked by your boyfriend leads to you admitting that a guy has never made you squirt, much less orgasm before, to which theo shakes his head in denial. he’s hesitant to believe you, half anticipating you to laugh it off and tell him you were just joking. however, when you meet his quizzical look with a blank stare, his mind starts to drift to more dangerous depths. always competitive in nature, taeyang takes your underwhelming sexual past as a challenge, and his demeanor shifts to one consumed by lust within seconds. he suddenly wants to show you everything, wants you to feel better than you’ve ever felt before, wants to mark you as his and become the only boy you could ever desire.

an hour later, he has you bouncing on and creaming his cock, giving you your third orgasm of the night. shows you all he has to offer, from his skillful fingers and tongue, to his massive dick that fills you up so well, so well that a bulge appears in your tummy. he’s addicted to your taste, your moans, your begs, and fucks you so good that it’s almost unbelievable that this is your first time together. slaps your ass and gropes your tits like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. not only is taeyang ridiculously good at sex, he’s also got the dirtiest mouth on him. can’t stop the expletives and praises dripping off his tongue like honey, telling you things like “so tiny, you sure this isn’t your first time sweetheart? if my fingers can’t fit, how are you gonna take my cock, hm?”. is borderline snarling everytime you gasp at a new sensation, and he knows right away that he’s got you hooked. your willingness to take whatever he gives you unlocks a corruption kink in him that he didn’t know was there. obsessed with the way that everytime he pulls out, your hips move on their own to chase the feeling of him filling you up again. you have such cute reactions to everything he’s giving to you, but his favorite by far is your begs for him to fuck you deeper, harder, fill you up with his seed. theo is so shameless, he doesn’t even care that your neighbors can probably feel your headboard hitting the wall with every thrust, wants them to know that the innocent pretty girl next door is getting defiled.

currently, he has you with your face down and ass up, posing all pretty for him and showing off your little hole, still dripping with his cum as he lines up his length with your pussy lips and pushes in. you love how degrading this position in, how you’re completely at his mercy like this, dizzy with want as you drool at the thought of coming around his dick again. theo lands another firm smack against your ass cheek, and your legs buckle up from the pain and pleasure. you’re twitching against him, getting addicted to the way your body is being tossed around like a ragdoll, as if you were made to be taeyang’s personal cocksleeve. he pounds into you like it’s nothing, and it sends blood rushing to your core. you silently thank the heavens for blessing you with a boyfriend like theo when you feel another climax approaching, all whilst theo continues to assault your cunt and use you like a cum dump. just when you believe theo couldn’t make you feel any better, his hand slips in between your legs to draw circles into your clit, and you feel the knot in your tummy tear in one firm snap that has you shaking, gripping onto anything within your reach to try to ground yourself as he works you through your nth orgasm of the night. your arousal leaks out of you, dripping and splashing onto theo’s pelvis and your sheets, and it just doesn’t stop spilling. you can hear your boyfriend groaning in satisfaction, filling you up once again and pounding irregularly as you both ride your highs together. after a few moments, taeyang’s thrusts slow to lazy grinds until you push your hips away, pleading him for “noooo, no more yangie.. too sensitive..” as he just watches you escape his grip in amusement. your boyfriend gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, massaging little shapes into your skin to ease any pain he may have caused earlier. when you’ve finally descended back to planet earth, you turn to look at theo with a face of disbelief, and he grins and leans in to kiss you, pulling off your lips just as quick to stare at you, still smiling mischievously. then he’s sitting up on your bed again, fingers moving dangerously close to your wetness as you widen your eyes at his next words.

“what was that you said earlier, my baby doesn’t think she can squirt? but look at you now.. so messy, want me to clean you up? hm? think you can take it?”

❤︎ jiung

“shhh pretty, gotta stay quiet ok? don’t wanna get us in trouble, do you?” jiung taunts as he lazily strokes himself to the view of you playing with your cute pussy. you’ve never felt so vulnerable before, burning up at the intensity of his gaze as you muster up enough courage to spread your legs wider in order to please him. when jiung asked you to show him how you touch yourself when he’s on tour earlier, you didn’t expect to be so shy, but another part of you feels empowered at how the sight of you playing with yourself is making him lose all of his composure. although you’re currently at his dorm, and are aware that the rest of the boys are also here, the risk of them hearing you doing something so dirty is exhilarating. your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind either, completely detached from his surroundings and focused on the way you work 3 fingers into your hole, the way it gapes and swallows your digits. he’s breathing heavily in between his instructions, gaze dark as he continues to fuck up into his own palm. ji has always been so sweet with his praises, and everytime he calls you something as simple as pretty, you move your fingers a tad bit faster to chase your release. you’re about to inform him that you’re close, but he beats you to it by forcefully pulling your fingers away from your cunt, replacing them a few moments later with his own. jiung’s pace is less forgiving, and your control over the volume of your voice starts to waver as curls his fingers inside of you. the sensation of his ministrations, paired with the fear that any of his members could catch you in this position results in an odd buildup in your stomach. you’ve experienced earth shattering orgasms with your boyfriend before, but there is something different about the way this one is building up, and for a moment you’re terrified you’re about to piss all over his fingers and sheets. you remove one of your hands from it’s grip on his pillow and grab at jiung’s wrist instead in a panic, attempting to push him away and warn him but he doesn’t stop, in fact he only quickens his pace and scrunches his brows in concentration as you start to writhe and tremble. “ji wait! ah, fuck!” are the last words that leave your lips before you feel yourself gush all over his hand, and your eyes roll back as warm drops escape your womanhood.

your embarrassment of peeing yourself, despite how good it felt, snaps you out of the afterglow of your orgasm quicker than usual, and you’re about to apologize to the boy in front of you profusely but he cuts you off with “baby, you squirted”. when you look up at his face, he’s smiling so big, as if he’s a child that was just given a bucket of candy on halloween. “i uh, are you sure?” is the lame response that comes out of your mouth in a sigh, and you’re honestly relieved that you didn’t pee yourself and slightly less mortified at how quick you came because of your boyfriend’s pleased reaction. he just giggles in response and leans in to kiss you all over your face, his excitement is contagious, causing you to laugh along with him. “i didn’t even know i could do that..”

just when jiung is about to respond, loud knocking can be heard against his door. “you guys are so loud, can you please not fuck like rabbits when other people are here? some of us enjoy some peace and quiet”. you recognize the disgruntled voice as keeho’s, and although you’re a bit ashamed, your boyfriend just ignores the inquiry and kisses you again, fingers making their way back to your cunny as you sigh at the contact.

“keeho’s got some nerve if he thinks i’m gonna leave you alone tonight after you just squirted in front of me”

❤︎ intak

in true puppy nature, intak is obsessed with giving you backshots. doggystyle is his favorite position, he loves the way he gets full access to the sight of your bare back glistening with sweat as you praise how well he’s fucking you. tak is addicted to how your ass jiggles everytime your pelvis’ hit against each other, how he just has to peer downwards to see the ring of your frothy cum around his fat cock. yeah, intak loves giving you backshots, a fact so obvious that you’ve started to wear the skimpiest skirts around him, just to lure him into taking what you know he always wants.

tonight is no different. you’re sitting at your vanity, spritzing some of intak’s favorite scent of perfume onto your wrists and on the nape of your neck, adding minor touch ups to your full glam, and most importantly, sliding on the shortest skirt you’ve ever owned. the material clings onto the shape of your bum, and the length is so short that the bottom curve of your ass is on full display. you haven’t seen your boyfriend in days, and usually that just meant that you would have to do with your vibrator, but recently, the device just wasn’t enough, just didn’t hit the spot like your boyfriend did. to say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement. you needed to intak’s girth on your tongue, needed him to open you up and fuck you into next week. therefore, you’ve decided that tonight, you need to look as fuckable as possible. you’re determined to make intak’s jaw drop as soon as he lays his eyes on you, and once you’ve made sure you’re ready, you take one more good look at the mirror, then reach for your phone to check your text notifications. like clockwork, you receive a new message from intak as soon as you unlock your device.

takkie! <3: hi doll :) i’m here

takkie! <3: take ur time tho!

you heart his messages and giggle, thinking about how happy you are to see your boyfriend and spend time with him tonight. being away from him, even for a few days, is always such a bore. even if you plan on getting your insides rearranged in a few hours, just being within tak’s presence is enough to get you excited. as you make your way downstairs, you pull down your shirt just slightly, so your cleavage becomes visible. you slip on some wedges that match the color of your top and make your way towards intak’s bright red convertible, surprising him when you suddenly open the passenger door and plop yourself onto his leather seats. “hi baby! missed you so much!” is how you greet him, leaning in to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. you detach yourself from his face and smile innocently at him, observing the way he ogles your appearance and shamelessly stares at your breasts and legs. once he’s finally got a grip on himself, he smiles at you and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear while responding with “missed you too doll, did you get all pretty jus’ for me?”

you did in fact get all pretty just for him, and you beam with victory as intak pushes your head down onto the surface of his back seats, his cock furiously pounding into you as he breathes heavy. “thought you could wear this shit and not get fucked? you’re so beautiful doll, you’re drivin’ me crazy. fuckkkkk”. tears are streaming down your cheeks, no doubt fucking up your mascara but you couldn’t care less as you internally laugh at the realization that your hunk of a boyfriend is just so easy to rile up, how you have such a big effect on him. he really is losing his mind, pathetically rutting into you like a dog as he leans forward to completely tower over your frame, hands groping your exposed tits as he tilts his head to lay kisses on your right ear. you’re chanting mantras of yes, yes, yes’ as intak plows into your heat, loving how dirty it all is, how everytime you get in the back of his car you’ll remember the feeling of your cum pooling onto his expensive seats. “gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it babe?” is the question that accompanies his sloppy thrusts, and you’re quick to beg for him to cum “inside! wanna feel it takkie”. your boyfriend quickly flips you over onto your back, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing until he enters you again, going at it impossibly faster until he feels the familiar shaking of your legs, the tightening of your cunt around him that signals that you’re close. he’s thrusting so viciously that you’re sure the car is rocking back and forth. intak’s sweat is starting to drip off onto you, and it only pushes you closer to that sweet edge. with a few more thrusts, you’re crying out and creaming around him, your juices squirting all over his seats as he pulls out to watch. you’re crying, feeling dazed and confused as to what just happened, embarrassment beginning to sink in and consume you until you look up to see intak’s face. his eyes are focused on your mess, cum weeping out of his tip as he whines louder than he ever has before. without skipping a beat, he’s pressing his cockhead against your clit, slapping it over and over in attempts to draw more juices out of you. he’s so focused, so consumed by lust that his pleas for you to “give me more. one more doll. need to see you squirt again, give it to me” come out hurried and mumbled. you’ve never seen your boyfriend quite this desperate, but it makes you hungrier for more.

long story short, you squirt over his leather seats again and he licks it all up, so your plan was in fact very successful!

❤︎ soul

you and shota have been at this for about a week. for context, it’s been precisely six days since you and your boyfriend lost your virginities to each other. six days ago you allowed soul to see you bare, touch and kiss you wherever he so pleased, and six days ago was the first instance where you realized why your classmates were always so crazy for sex.

so where, may you ask, has your recent deflowering led you to? well, back to your boyfriend’s bed, where your hands pull and tug at his long hair frantically as you search for a release. when you initially decided that you were ready to lose your virginity to soul, you didn’t really know what to expect other than pain. as it turns out, you and shota had such an incredible first time that you’ve spent the entire remainder of the week with your bodies never apart, every moment together being occupied with the two of you exploring each other with your fingers and tongues. it’s become concerning actually, how the loss of your virginity has only led you to become more curious. you want to know of each and every sound you can pull out of your lover, if he whines or groans, if he prefers to fuck into the warmth of your mouth or the plush of your thighs.

so like i said, you and shota have been at this for about a week. currently, he has you on your knees, letting you take the lead as he watches you suck and lick the tip of his heavy cock. you collect his precum into your mouth, smearing some excess onto your lips as you look up to lock eyes with him. sho is definitely pleased, enjoying the attention to his cock more than he’d ever admit out loud. he attempts to hide his groans by biting down on his bottom lip, but it’s no use when you start to bob your head up and down his length with no warning. his resolve is wavering, toes are curling, whines come out more freely as he never dares to break eye contact with you. you love the effect you have on your boyfriend, a fact that has only become evident to you this week during your self-proclaimed “sexcapade”. when shota is close, his length slightly twitches on your tongue and you take the reaction as a sign to release him with a pop!, much to his annoyance. “why’d you stop?” he frustratedly asks you, wincing as if he’s just been punched. “wanna try something…” is the only reply you give soul as the gears turn in your head, and suddenly your latching your hands onto the back of your boyfriend’s thighs and lightly pushing him onto the bed. he has a quizzical expression on his features, but he enjoys that you’re excited to try something new with him, this entire week proving to him that he’d do anything you asked him to, just to see you fall apart and sigh his name. you instruct your boyfriend to lay down flat against your bedsheets, and he follows suit right away, making your heart swoon before you resume your plan. shota opts to stay silent, trusting you with whatever you want to try, and he stays quiet when your putting one leg on either side of his head, dropping your pelvis onto his tongue as you face his cock, continuing to suck him off while he returns the favor to you. this position makes you feel so powerful, like you’re the only one who’s allowed to call the shots. your boyfriend doesn’t have any complaints either, just happy to have your cunt on his tongue and his cock on yours. the two of you work in, for the most part, silence, aside from the occasional groans and moans that slip past your lips when one of you adds additional pressure. every time your tongue presses against the slit of his cock, or your mouth sucks on his fat head, you make mental notes of all of the sounds of pleasure you can hear behind you. your thoughts begin to drift, thinking about how you can’t believe you led shota to doing something so nasty, something you would most likely see in a corny porno, but as he laps and slurps at your pussy lips, you decide you couldn’t care less. soul is very good at giving head, another epiphany you have had this week, which excites you a little too much. you’re pulled back into reality from your thoughts, however, when your boyfriend uses his teeth to slightly nip at your clit, putting enough pressure to make you squeal.

“sho! god keep doing that.. ‘s good, feels sooooo good!” is what breaks the silence in your bedroom, and soul is nothing if not a quick learner. he continues to flatten his tongue against the groove of your vaginal lips, top to bottom until he reaches your little bud, then biting at it to get another pleasured noise out of you. he goes a little overboard with the biting, but you only push against his mouth, so he figures it must feel good and continues to please you. you on the other hand, have completely abandoned shota’s cock, too preoccupied with noticing how different the coil in your pelvis feels, how much more intense it builds up until it finally snaps, and what follows is only describable as pure bliss. you’re loud, moans are wanton as you grind your hips onto shota’s tongue, riding out your high when you realize that you feel a lot wetter than you would with your typical orgasm. you finally lift your pussy off of shota’s face and the sudden change of position makes you aware of the cum splattered on the side of your cheek, signifying that your boyfriend got a little too excited by your climax. you pivot your body to face him, mostly to make sure you didn’t go too overboard, and are met with shota’s pretty face, glistening with a strange wetness that you soon realize is yours. you stare at your boyfriend as he begins to lick at his own mouth and chin, eyes darkening as he grabs and kisses you messily. you can taste your essence on your own tongue and whine at how desperate shota is being, how your explosive orgasm has begun to show you a side of soul you didn’t know existed. the rest of the night is spent with your boyfriend making you squirt over and over again hehe <3 he lives to make you feel good

❤︎ jongseob

“need to feel you, ah! in me seobie, please! wan’ your cock in me sooo bad, please put it in?”

the pathetic words that come out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping yourself have the biggest effect on the boy under you. you’re currently straddling your boyfriend, grinding your panty-clad cunt on the outline of his dick, staining seob’s sweatpants with a small patch of your wetness. you don’t know why you’re feeling especially needy today, but seeing your boyfriend after a hard, long week of class makes you crave to be filled up by him. jongseob looks up at you in astonishment, lips forming a cute little “o” as his hands are placed tightly on both sides of your waist. he take this time to admire how sexy you look like this, grinding on him in only a crop top and tiny pair of panties. he could definitely get used to the view, and has to bite back pathetic moans of his own from escaping his plush lips, wanting to fully focus on the sounds you make as you hump him like a bitch in heat. he’s about to tell you to slow down, that he’ll take care of you but he needs to stretch you out first, but you’re not patient enough to wait for him to answer your previous pleas. his eyes widen as he watches you huff and pause the roll of your hips, and seob nearly faints when you cross your arms to pull your skimpy top off of your body, or when you hook your fingers under his sweats, pulling them down just far enough to where you can grab at his now exposed dick. to this, he sits up onto his elbows, not wanting to jump into penetrating you without prepping you first.

“princess wait, are you sure? haven’t stretched you out yet, don’t wanna hurt you baby..” he sweetly informs you, making you pause for a minute to look into his eyes. you scan all over his face, how his blonde bangs are now damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, the mole below his eye that you love so much, the heart eyes he’s shooting at you, and his pink lips struggling to hold in his heavy breaths. you grab his face with your hands and give him one long kiss on the lips before you pull back to reply, “wanna make it hurt seobie, wanna feel you all up in my guts, please, been thinkin’ about it all day!” and fuck, how is he supposed to tell his princess no when she’s asking for his cock so sweetly? your request is enough initiative for jongseob to flip you over with haste, towering over you as he pinches your panties to the side and slips in, not worried about discarding the rest of his clothes as he’s only concerned with pounding into your cunny until you’re completely filled up to the brim with his seed. his hands are everywhere, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your pretty face, kneading at your tits, until he finally settles one hand on your waist, and the other around your throat. the slight weight and pressure of his hold makes your eyes roll back. “oh my- fuck, yes!! you’re so fucking big seobie!” is what urges your boyfriend to snap his hips even harder into you, his ego boosted by just how loud you are. you’re so responsive, he can feel your pussy tightening around him into a vice grip, as if you want to milk him for everything he has and more. your begs and whines only increase in volume when he dips a finger down to play with your clit, and after a few seconds you’re crashing, melting into him as he continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. he’s peppering your face in kisses to bring you down from cloud nine, praising you for being so sexy, so good for him. you don’t even realize that this is the first time you’ve squirted in front of your boyfriend until he’s sinking down to level with your cunt, displaying a crazy look in his eyes before he dives in and starts to fuck his tongue into you with as much vigor as he fucked you with earlier. pulls away for a moment to take a good look at your face, and then opening his mouth to say,

“you’re so sexy baby, gonna make you squirt again. you wanted this, right? wanted it so bad and now you’re twitching like you can’t handle it. gon’ fuck you into next week baby, will you let me?”

a/n: i <3 needy piwon

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rosystained · 2 months ago

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p1harmony (01s): when you flash them while they're working (18+)

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. keeho / theo / jiung x f!reader

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 1.4k words, suggestive/smut mdni (warnings under the cut)

a/n: i saw a tiktok about this and it got the gears turning....so here we are...

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. warnings: flashing, lots of boob and being naked mentions, dom!keeho, pet names (for reader: pretty girl / sweetheart (keeho), baby (jiung) ; for the members: kee, baby (theo), ungie), switch!theo, shy jiung, blowjob and implied unprotected piv / riding (theo) and fingering (f. receiving / keeho)

°❀.ೃ࿔* keeho:

Keeho sits at the desk, bobbing his head for a moment before his hands fire away at the keyboard. His jaw is set, the muscle twitching every now and then when he clenches his teeth at a particularly hard challenge.

Of course, Keeho always looks stunning, sharp eyes that draw you in every time like the cool ocean on a hot day and pretty lips you love to kiss silly and love having all over you—the same pretty lips that his tongue is peeking out of as he tries to concentrate on typing out the concept of the next album. The moist muscle glides over his lower lip before it retreats back into Keeho’s mouth, leaving the pink skin glistening in the bright light of the computer.

Oh curse him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s noticed your staring by now and is doing this on purpose. Making your face as casual as possible, you try to carefully shift in the chair and return your attention to the book in front of you.

“Keeho,” you call lightly.

Your boyfriend hums, eyes still glued to the computer. “Yeah?”

“Keeho,” you reiterate, tone turning serious and this time getting his attention.

He pulls the earbuds out of his ears just in time to catch your soft giggle as you slowly lift the hem of your top until he can see your chest. When you bring the fabric to your teeth, freeing your hands to tease your nipple, Keeho’s gaze hardens, tracing the movement of your fingers carefully.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he warns, hooded eyes seeing right through you as you lower the cloth, “you better behave yourself, hm? You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you?”

With a shrug, you begin to turn away, keeping a careful eye on Keeho as you pretend to return to your book.

But your boyfriend knows better, knows you better, than that. He chuckles coolly and you can imagine the little eye roll and pull of his smirk lacing his face. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You’re in trouble.”

You put on a pretty smile, feigning ignorance as you turn the novel back down again and blink sweetly at him. “What do you mean, Kee? All I did was—”

The curl of your lips grows mischievous with the lift of the hem of your shirt once more, and with it, Keeho stands, stalking towards you. With long strides, he’s in front of you in a moment, already pushing your shoulders down to the couch cushions and slipping a hand in your shorts. “Looks like I have to remind you what happens when good girls misbehave.”

His fingers make quick work, already teasing, and you just know you’ll be in for a long night.

°❀.ೃ࿔* theo:

Taeyang’s eyes are fixed on you, stern under the shadow of his lowered gaze, daring you to move. Suddenly in the spotlight, your hands are simply frozen, leaving your chest exposed to your boyfriend. After a moment of quiet passes, he chuckles quietly, setting the guitar that was once in his lap to the side and raising an eyebrow at you.

Your lips part at the challenge, gears turning in your head. When yet another beat passes with you still stuck at the doorway, Taeyang begins to smile, a quick and low exhale from his nose the only movement between you. He reaches over for his guitar once more, his fingers wrapped around its neck.

“You know, if you were going to interrupt me, I figured you’d follow through a little more,” he taunts.

Oh, that’s right.

Your mind begins to reboot at Theo’s teasing, the comment sending your brain into overdrive and reminding you of why you’d wandered in here in the first place just a few minutes ago.

If anything, your boyfriend was a tease, who loved to hold pleasure over your head and use just his voice to rile you up. In a feeble attempt to turn the tables, you’d wandered into your room where he was practicing guitar, coyly flashing him from the door. Yes, this time it’d be your turn.

Finding your bearings, you pull the hem of your top up, lifting it over your head and tossing it behind you as you make your way to Taeyang. Taking the instrument from his fingers, you set it aside and take its place in his lap, hands draped over your shoulders with a subtle smirk. His mouth parts into a small circle as he glances up to you from under his hooded gaze, no smart retort or witty quip in sight. Rather, he watches carefully while frozen in place, trying to anticipate your next move.

With a satisfied smirk, you palm him, eliciting a small whine from his lips before you drag down the waistband of his sweats. And when you bring your mouth to his tip, Theo gasps, bucking into you. Hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue over his slit gives you one of his high moans, and now that you know he’s right where you want him, you pull off of him, a string of spit connecting your lips to his dick.

“W-why—” His voice is whiny, his breaths falling quickly as he looks up at you with wide eyes like a lost puppy.

“Patience, baby,” you coo.

And with a quick kiss to his sensitive slit, you pick up your skirt, positioning yourself over his cock. Oh, you can definitely say Theo will be getting his payback tonight.

°❀.ೃ࿔* jiung:

“I think it’d sound better if we add some drums in the background,” Jiung says, a few soft clicks of the mouse following his words. He leans forward, resting a hand on his elbow while, you guess, Keeho thinks over the suggestion.

“Maybe a snare?” he continues. “I just feel like something’s missing but I can’t put my finger on it.”

His fingers make quick work at the computer, clacking noises filling the office. With each pop of the keyboard, his brows furrow just a little steeper, tension growing as Jiung’s frustration does too.

Your heart always aches when he starts to beat himself up when he’s frustrated it isn’t working out right. If only he could see and hear it from your point of view. You love just about everything Jiung produces, and you know with how hard he works it’ll be perfect in the end.

With a quiet sigh, your eyes wander to the clock. Well, he’s been here just about all day, hasn’t he? Deciding it’s time to get your boyfriend to take a break, you slowly approach his desk, waiting patiently for his attention.

After a couple moments of clicking and typing, Jiung lifts his eyes from the screen to you, a soft smile lacing his lips. “Hi, baby,” he murmurs. “What’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” you hum. “I was just thinking…”

He tilts his head, urging you to continue, and you bite your lip as you lift the hem of your t-shirt, watching Jiung’s face bloom shades of pink and red. You can practically see the gears turning and stuttering in his mind, his gaze fixed on your boobs.

When he starts sputtering and spins back to the computer, you can guess that Keeho had asked something about your presence and Jiung’s weird silence followed by incoherent noises, his hands flying across the desk and accidentally hanging up the call.

“I-I—baby,” he falters.

You put on a pretty smile as you slide into his lap, taking his large hand in yours and cupping it around your boob. “You work so hard, y’know, Ungie,” you coo softly, reaching for his headset and setting it down. “I thought you could use a break…”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, massaging smooth circles over your chest with his thumb. “Well…you’re right…maybe I was due to clear my head for a bit,” he murmurs.

Now close and with Jiung’s headphones abandoned on the desk, the chimes of an incoming call echo in the room. Keeping his eye on you, Jiung reaches for the mouse, accepting it and letting Keeho’s voice ring out. “Jiung? What happened? I thought you said we should finish this part tonight.”

You blink innocently at your boyfriend, hands draped over his shoulders as you tilt your head, beckoning him to answer.

He’s vaguely aware of the racing of his heart in his chest and gives a gentle squeeze, a mischievous grin lacing his lips when you begin to shudder.

“N-nevermind,” he blurts out, hands scrambling to leave the call before they quickly find their place on your chest again. “I changed my mind.”

a/n: i live. i have a few other things i wanna finish (mainly jiung fics 😭) but im getting ko-ed by uni a little bit rn so when ill actually finish them is tbd...i do have some ideas for possibly finishing this reaction for maknae line but i wanted to post smthn sooner since idk when ill finish anything anymore so we'll see...im a little tipsy as im writing this i think so i cant be held responsible for if this was terrible and a flop ‼️anyway hopefully i will have some jiung meal for this blog soon 😁🤞 but until then take care see you later!

#p1harmony smut #p1harmony x reader #p1h x reader #p1h smut #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #keeho x reader #keeho smut #theo x reader #theo smut #choi taeyang smut #choi taeyang x reader #jiung x reader #jiung smut #i have three exams this week and im writing fanfic...brah

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yyawnjun · 7 months ago

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hello! hehe can i req how piwon would act with s/o who have lower body temperature on average? like wydm you're shivering... it's autumn. tqvm babe!!!! ��

PIWON with a s/o who has lower body temperature on average

AYY!! first piwon ask, it felt so special, tysm for requesting it. I hope I get it right, like his s/o is actually" feel the cold"(tell me if I didn't get it, I will change and rewrite). I hope you will like it <3 ; I also wrote hcs for the first timee, how are we feeling !!

fluff ; @sobun1est MY FAAAVVV PROOFREADER even during my phone cb </3 ; 1.7k wc ; @kflixnet

YOON KEEHO

☆ i feel he'd be confused at first, like wdym you mentioned that you needed to take your jacket when your going out during a SUMMER night for your date.

☆ if there would have been a little breeze, it should not have been THAT cold. anyway he remembered what you said, and when you were about to leave your place to go out for dinner he noticed that you didn't take your jacket.

☆ he was about to remind you, but he saw first HIS jacket lying on the sofa. so he opted to bring it…so you'd be forced to wear his

☆ even though you had warned him that you were more sensitive to the cold than the others bc of your low body temperature, he was still shocked when he noticed that you were starting to feel cold while you were walking near the sea.

☆ he was holding your hand and he noticed it getting colder, and you were shivering while looking for your coat.

☆ “were you looking for this” he'd say in the most cheesy tone ever while handing you his jacket

☆ you'd be confused at first bc you were searching YOURS.

☆ but then you'd accept it after realizing the sweet gesture, and he just laughs a bit, trying to be cool but internally feeling so proud while seeing you with his jacket!!!!

☆ I feel this would happen so many times that you'd just start always using his jackets instead of yours. they still smelled like him and reminded you of him, plus his style is fire; a total win for you (and for him)

☆ I also think that you'd have to remind him a few times about your low body temperature, and even so, he'd have trouble remembering, but it would become like a tradition for him to ALWAYS bring an extra jacket to give you 😭😭.

CHOI TAEYANG

☆ here me out. third date with theo, and you're sitting on a bench in a park. It's like late evening on an autumn day, so it was a bit colder than usual and a light wind was moving the leaves.

☆ while he was talking, you'd start shaking a bit, trying to keep it cool for as much as you can while doing your best to not look too mesmerized by the big jacket he was wearing.

☆ he had immediately noticed that your outfit was too light for the evening (but in your defense, it was too cute to be covered up!) but he hadn't said anything (except how pretty you looked)

☆ he would notice how cold you were, but he would also be quite cold because of the weather.... so in the first few minutes, he would be torn between offering you his jacket or not (you did not dare to ask him for it…)

☆ BUT IN THE END OFC HE GAVE IT TO YOU, without saying anything…just in time for you to not catch a cold.

☆(he would then feel guilty for doing it so late when you explained to him that bc of your lower temperature, you felt much more the cold,,)

☆ he would scold you a little because you were dressed too lightly!!!. and you needed to take care of yourself (otherwise, how could you have gone out on dates again!).

☆ but I promise he'd BLUSH so hard after hearing that you cared so much about your outfit for him that you choose it over your own good😭😭

☆ in the end, I also feel that it would be you two sharing his jacket on the bench (on one hand bc he wanted to be closer to you, on the other bc you needed more warmth!)

☆ and he was getting cold too, but he'd never admit it </3.

☆ it would be just the two of you, sharing the same jacket as a comforting warmth spread.

HWANG INTAK

☆ I feel intak would be the exact opposite of you

☆ he'd be like a warm heater all of the time. I think that just being around him would warm you up.

☆ and oh boy, how much he'd use this excuse to stay closer to you.

☆ “we need to sit next to each other! bc what if you start getting colder and we are far away” - cit intak after moving his chair next to yours in a romantic restaurant just bc he wanted to eat next to you.

☆ he'd be your personal giant hotpack 24/7, and when he isn't w you, he'd give you some of his hot packs/hoodies to use in case you needed

☆ how much he'd brag about your different "perception” of temperature. he would use this excuse to grab your hand ALWAYS, no matter if you were actually shivering or not

☆ like imagine you're mad at him, and hes just like a super sweet golden retriever that came closer to you and take your hand

☆ “otherwise you would be cold” he whispers while not looking at you.

☆ and HOW can you stay mad at him, while his hand is warming up yours and you two are walking together..and your gazes keep meeting..

☆ or imagine sharing a blanket with him during a cold winter; while watching TV you'd have not only the warmth from the cozy blanket but also from the heat of your boy!!

☆ (And I picture him wearing only a light shirt and short pants while being a heater for you without even noticing but LOVING the closeness to you).

CHOI JIUNG

☆ I feel he'd be the most WORRIED and so the most caring between all of them <3

☆ not only hotpack, but also scarfs, jackets, hats, etc. his backpack would always be so full of things to keep you warm anytime😭

☆ I can see him even find out about the “causes” and what he could do to help you in all situations; esp at first he'd keep asking how you wereand if you needed something

☆ imagine being at a party with jiung, maybe you were there with your friends now sitting somewhere while laughing and drinking

☆ and you suddenly feel something or someone putting his arms around your shoulders and his head on yours.

☆ “your face is cold” he said after kissing your cheeks. “wanna go home?” he'd ask you. and after you asked for five more minutes he'd RUN to bring you his jacket <3

☆ and the way he'd giggle and smile when he sees how helpful he is everytime.

☆ this boy would ended up forgetting to bring his own things to always have yours, and you'd force him to wear your sweaters

☆ and now you'd be the one giggling and smiling for his new style. <3

HAKU SHOTA

☆ silently helping you ALWAYS. I imagine it while you were waiting for the bus to come and you'd start shaking a little, maybe complaining out loud how cold the weather was getting

☆ the boy wouldn't wait a sec before taking you by the hand and bringing you to the nearest coffee shop. hot chocolate? hot tea? yes. you'd have that in front of you before you could even REALIZE where you were.

☆ “put some sugar, it will help to your temperature to come back to normal”

☆ I feel that in some magic way he'd already known that you were getting too cold outside. and no matter how important it was to take that bus, your health was more important anyway.

☆ and i feel he would start memorizing some coffee places to bring you in case you were out and you were feeling cold all of sudden.

☆ i am so sure he'd always have hot packs with the funniest decorations for you

☆ and he'd always remind you to bring your coats, you two would even have like one specific emoji and you'd just remember to bring it

☆ “we should hold hands, so mines can warm yours” he'd say naturally while taking your hand (and blushing a lot but w/o adding anything or looking at you)

☆ so you two would just start walking hand in hand, saying that it was for your own good!(And you and you have never denied this…)

KIM JONGSEOB

☆ I feel he'd find it funny how you were always cold while it was so hot outside. he’d tease you at first, "c’mon it's autumn and you are already so cold..this winter might be the end of you"

☆ but as soon as you'd take five minutes to explain him how the affects you the fact that have lower body temperature on average he'd feel bad for joking about it and he'd start taking you more seriously 😭

☆ still, it would take him a while to get used to it. and there would have been times when you two would be forced to run a bit bc you were starting to be really cold. and he had no other options other than “run a little to warm up”

☆ i can't stop picturing seob and his s/o while walking together during an early morning(maybe going to school together!!) and by chance seeing a cat on the street.

☆ you would immediately get closer to the cat and seob would follow. you two would slowly try to get closer to pet the cat and you'd magically succeed!! you two would start petting the cat and he would feel how cold your hands were.

☆ “yn are you cold?” he says while gently stocking your hands.

☆ and one slight nod was enough for him to take your hands and try to use his to warm you up. he would take your hands and caress them, while bringing them closer to his face to give you hot air and warm them up.

☆ and if this isn't enough he'd have the perfect idea after remembering how cats were able to warm themselves thanks to their fur.

☆ and now there is two options for how it goes

☆ OPTION ONE: he manages to take the cat and gently put it on your legs. so now you just sit with him next to you, while the warm of the cat would warm u up too <3

☆ OPTION TWO: you two would ended up running after that poor cat, and you would inevitability warm up bc of the run (run method never fails)😭

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letters-with-notes · 6 months ago

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P1HARMONY TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK

💌 GENRE: fluff 💌 READER: gender neutral

A/N: my own work reposted

KEEHO:

“Okay, this is fine, I know what to do.”

He’s internally panicking but still manages to remember what his mom did for him and his siblings, when they got sick.

After he finishes lecturing you about how you need to take better care of yourself, he also tries to remember what he usually did when he had to take care of his little brother.

Absolutely refuses to let you do anything, you’re only allowed to stay in your warm bundle of blankets and rest.

“Where are you going??” “Um, to the toilet?” “Oh... oh okay, you can go there.”

He feels like he can’t do anything to help and he hates that feeling.

He’s also very distraught because he hates seeing you miserable and he can’t even kiss your or give you a hug to make you feel better.

God forbid you ask for a kiss or a hug.

He’d have the biggest crisis of his life because ew, he doesn’t want to catch your cold but he cannot say no to you.

Holds your hand until you fall asleep and kisses your forehead anyway, in hopes that it will help you get well sooner.

THEO:

“Wow, you look like shit.”

Shakes his head and tsks because he told you that you’re going to catch a cold if you don’t dress warmer.

But did you listen to him? No. Of course you didn’t. You never do.

And now what? He has to take care of your sorry ass.

You better be super thankful to him once you get better and repay him for his efforts.

He’s only frustrated because he doesn’t like seeing you in such a bad state, it really hurts his heart.

He also blames himself a tiny bit because maybe he should have been firmer and not let you go out without a jacket.

If your condition is very bad, he will definitely tear up when you can’t see him.

But wipes his tears right away and forces all of your meds and a bowl of soup and a mug of tea down your throat.

Strictly enforces self-care.

Sings and talks to you so you won’t get bored, and because he knows that you like to fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

JIUNG:

Forces you to take all the vitamins in the house before going to the drug store and buying some more, as well as some medicine.

The best person to have around when you’re sick.

Makes you chicken soup and chamomile tea and a healthy meal, depending on what you’re able to swallow.

He knows all the tricks and the traditional folk remedies for colds, runny noses and sore throats.

Half of them come from his grandparents, half of them from various internet searches because obviously, he’s the one who takes care of his members too.

He doesn’t scold you, at least not until you get better, but he looks at you with that disappointed gaze and sighs, and that’s almost worse than a scolding.

He will never let you forget about this, he will bring it up all the time. “Remember when you got sick? You don’t want to repeat that, do you?”

He will literally not touch you.

May or may not comes into your room with a face mask on.

But he still fluffs your pillow up and pulls your blanket over you when it falls, because you were tossing and turning too much.

He also collects and throws out your used tissues then wipes your face with warm water so you won’t feel so terrible in your skin and environment after you wake up.

INTAK:

Continuously on the phone with his mom.

Asks what you feel and conveys everything through the phone because he sure as hell doesn’t know what to do and he doesn’t want to accidentally poison you with the wrong medicine or smth.

This is just a lot of pressure on him, he really wants to take care of you, not make your condition worse somehow.

It’s like he never in his life had a cold, his brain just shuts down.

After feeding you the medicine and making you go to bed, you fall asleep.

He hovers around your bed awkwardly like a lost puppy, not knowing what to do.

He sits down on your desk chair and just... stares at you. Not in a creepy way, he’s just observing if you’re okay so he can jump up and run to your help at the slightest hint of discomfort.

You start to stir and he’s already by your side with a cup of water or tea because he knows your throat must have dried out while you were sleeping.

Refuses to go home even if there’s really nothing he can do for you anymore.

Doesn’t care at all if he’s going to catch your cold or not, if it were up to him, he’d rather it was him being sick instead of you.

He hates seeing you like this so much.

If you don’t let him stay and cuddle you, he’s going to cry. He just needs to be there for you, with you.

SOUL:

Clueless and lost but he definitely won’t overreact.

Half thinks that this is just a cold so you’ll get better after some rest.

But also, when he sees you suffer, his heart is just in pain.

He knows that you’ll be just fine in a couple of days but still, he wishes those days could pass a little faster.

Keeps looking stuff up on the internet to find something he can help you with.

Which was a bad idea because now he’s overreacting.

“This article says, you might be dying... you’re not dying, right?” “...” “Right?” “No, I’m not dying, it’s okay, I just need some rest.”

Thinks that getting sick together would be a good couple bonding activity and it’s up to you to convince him that no, it is not.

Stays a respectful distance away but doesn’t really want to leave you.

He just knows that colds suck and you must be super bored with all that sleeping and resting so he takes your tv over and binge watches something the both of you like on low volume.

That way you can sleep when you want to sleep and watch the show when you wake up.

And he can also bring you whatever you need, help you and take care of you while entertaining himself.

Insists on holding your hand all the time, and the better your condition is, the closer he moves to you.

Before you notice, those few sick days already passed and you're cuddling all healthily again.

JONGSEOB:

First of all, he gives you a scolding through the phone while already putting on his shoes and collecting things you might need.

His heart sinks when he sees you in your bed, weak and surrounded by tissues but then gathers himself together and starts nagging.

Gives you a thousand kind of vitamins, explaining what each of them is for and how it’s good for your body, you should always take them not only when you’re sick. If you take them regularly, you won’t get sick in the first place.

Interrogates you about your symptoms and only eases up when he’s sure that you only have a common cold.

When he sighs in relief, it hits him just how deeply he cares about you and how worried he is.

He then takes on a softer tone and attitude, making sure that you have everything you need and you’re as comfortable as possible.

Runs home for his laptop so he can work from your bedroom.

He practically makes your desk his own and he does his usual things while you sleep.

He regularly checks your fever and makes sure that you stay hydrated too.

He knows that he could just leave you alone, it’s not like you need 24 hours supervision but he kind of doesn’t want to leave.

Finally, he decides to just sleep on the couch and makes you a nice breakfast in the morning.

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sweetmisery · 2 months ago

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fighting with piwon | hyung line

pairing: theo | keeho | jiung x female!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: i looove writing ot6 scenarios and this time it‘s about having your first fight with them :( i hope you enjoy reading this, if you have any ideas for scenarios/reactions feel free to send me a request, i‘d be very happy to write about it ♡ maknae line will follow soon!

hyung line | maknae line

THEO

You let out an exhausted sigh as you stepped back, hands on your hips, surveying your work in the living room. You had spent the past hour rearranging the furniture, pushing the coffee table a little closer to the couch, angling the armchair just right. They were small changes, but they made the space feel fresh. You smiled, satisfied.

And then - thunk.

Your foot caught on something. A dull, hollow sound followed, and when you glanced down, your stomach dropped. Theo’s guitar lay face-down on the hardwood floor, the headstock at an odd, unnatural angle.

Panic set in instantly. You dropped to your knees, hands shaking as you reached for it. Turning it over, you saw the damage: the wood near the tuning pegs had splintered, a jagged crack running through it. This wasn’t just any guitar. This was Theo’s guitar. His favorite one. The one he played when he was stressed, when he was happy, when he was just messing around. The one he treasured.

Your throat tightened. No, no, no.

For a second, you considered calling him, confessing immediately, but fear won. Instead, you lifted the broken guitar carefully and slipped into the bedroom, tucking it out of sight. If he didn’t see it right away, maybe… maybe you would have time to figure out what to do. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice.

The front door opened.

Your heart jumped. Footsteps followed, the sound of Theo kicking off his shoes, the rustling of his coat as he tossed it onto the hook. You forced yourself to breathe, smoothing down your shirt like that would somehow make everything feel normal.

“Hey,” he called from the hallway. “Where are you?”

You swallowed hard. “Living room.”

Theo appeared in the doorway, his dark hair slightly disheveled from work, his expression soft. He looked tired, but he gave you a small smile anyway. “Hey,” he said again, stepping forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “What have you been up to?”

You forced a casual shrug. “Just, uh, moving some things around.”

He nodded, then glanced around the room, his gaze landing exactly where the guitar should have been. His brows pulled together slightly. “Huh. Do you know where my guitar is? I’m sure I left it in the living room.”

Your pulse hammered.

You met his eyes, feigning confusion. “Hm?”

Theo tilted his head. “My guitar. The acoustic one.”

You felt the lie pressing against your lips, thick and sticky. “Oh, uh… I don’t know? Maybe you put it somewhere else?”

He frowned, glancing around again before heading toward the bedroom. Your stomach twisted into a tight knot as you watched him go, every step bringing him closer to the truth.

Then - his voice rang out, sharp and unmistakable.

“Y/N!”

Your heart stopped.

Theo stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his face twisted in anger, the broken guitar clutched in his hands. His knuckles were white as he held it up, the damage glaring under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

“What the hell did you do?!” His voice was sharp, accusing.

Your chest tightened. You opened your mouth, but no words came. Theo shook the guitar slightly, as if that would somehow force an answer out of you.

“I-I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t me.”

A bitter, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Oh, come on, stop lying!” His tone dripped with frustration. “You rearranged the living room, where I left my guitar yesterday, and suddenly it’s broken?! What, it just snapped on its own?”

You pressed your lips together, heart pounding. You had never seen him this angry before.

“And this is my favorite one!” Theo shouted, his voice echoing through the small bedroom. “Do you even know how expensive it’s going to be to get this repaired?!”

Your throat tightened as the weight of guilt crushed you. Your lips trembled, and you could feel the tears building, hot and stinging. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, your voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to break it.”

Theo scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s not even the worst part,” he snapped. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with frustration. “The worst part is that you lied to my face. You didn’t even admit it.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, trying to find something to say, anything to fix this. “I-I’ll pay for the repair,” you offered weakly, your voice barely steady.

Theo let out a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “That’s not the point!” he hissed. His hands gripped the broken guitar tightly for a moment before he exhaled and shook his head again, looking away. “Just… leave me alone,” he muttered, his voice lower now, rough with exhaustion.

Without another word, he turned and walked past you, making his way toward the living room.

You stood there, frozen, alone in the bedroom. The silence pressed in around you, thick and heavy. And then, finally, you let the tears fall.

——————

The bedroom felt quiet, apart from the soft sound of your sniffles as you sat curled up on the bed. You wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, but the tears kept coming, leaving streaks down your cheeks. Your chest still ached from the argument, from the way Theo had looked at you - frustrated, disappointed.

Then, you heard footsteps approaching.

Theo appeared in the doorway, no longer carrying the broken guitar. His expression was softer now, the anger from before fading into something calmer. You braced yourself, thinking he was still upset, but instead of speaking right away, he sat down beside you.

You kept your gaze on your lap, avoiding his eyes. The bed dipped slightly under his weight, and then, his hand landed gently on your thigh.

You blinked in surprise, hesitating before finally looking up at him. Your voice wavered through your tears as you mumbled, “I’m so sorry… for breaking your guitar… and for lying to you.”

Theo let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was mad,” he admitted, “but I didn’t mean to overreact and make you cry.”

You sniffled again, nodding. “I get why you were mad,” you murmured. “It’s your favorite guitar…”

His fingers squeezed your thigh gently, a silent reassurance. Then, to your surprise, he exhaled a small chuckle. “Honestly? I can just buy a new one.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “But… it was your favorite.”

Theo shrugged. “Yeah, but I was already thinking about getting a new one anyway. This one’s been old for a while.”

You hesitated. “I’ll pay for it,” you said quickly, feeling like you at least owed him that much.

Theo let out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, you don’t need to.”

His hand lifted to your face, his thumb gently wiping away a lingering tear from your cheek. His voice was softer now, filled with regret. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way,” he murmured. “Are we good?”

You nodded, sniffling once more. “Yeah.”

Theo’s lips curved into a small smile. “Good.” Then, his expression turned teasing as he added, “But from now on, you have to stay at least five feet away from my guitars.”

A watery giggle escaped your lips. “Deal.”

His hand slid up to cup the back of your head as he leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your forehead. And just like that, the tension melted away.

KEEHO

The apartment was quiet except for the sound of running water from the bathroom. Keeho was in the shower, leaving his phone unattended on the kitchen counter. You weren’t proud of the way your eyes kept flickering toward it, drawn by every little vibration that echoed in the stillness of the room.

You had no reason to doubt him, at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. He had always been kind, attentive, and loving. But lately, something had felt… off. You had noticed the way he smiled at his phone, his fingers flying over the screen with an eagerness that made your stomach twist. And when you had asked, he had simply said it was his family.

You had believed him. Or rather, you had tried to.

But then, the screen lit up again.

Buzz.

Your heart pounded.

Buzz.

You swallowed hard. The name on the screen sent a wave of unease through you.

You hesitated. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew that trust was the foundation of every strong relationship. But something deeper, something ugly and jealous, clawed at your insides. You weren’t normally like this. Keeho had never given you a real reason to doubt him before.

And yet, before you could stop yourself, your fingers were reaching out.

The screen unlocked with a simple swipe.

You shouldn’t have looked.

But you did.

And what you saw made your breath catch in your throat.

?: i miss you :(

?: i can’t wait to meet you when I’m in Seoul

Your hands trembled. The words blurred for a moment as your mind scrambled to make sense of them. I miss you? Can’t wait to meet you?

Your stomach dropped.

Was Keeho… cheating?

No. He wouldn’t. Would he?

You wanted to think there was some kind of explanation, something innocent you weren’t seeing. But in that moment, all you could feel was a sinking, suffocating sense of betrayal. Your chest tightened as a storm of emotions swirled inside you - hurt, confusion, anger, fear.

And then, before you could even begin to process what to do next, a voice cut through the silence.

“What are you doing with my phone?”

Your body went rigid.

Slowly, you turned around, your hands still clutching the device as if caught red-handed.

Keeho stood in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. His expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto you, a flicker of something behind them that you couldn’t quite place.

The air between you grew heavy.

And just like that, the moment you had been dreading had arrived.

The fight was inevitable now.

The weight of Keeho’s gaze pinned you in place. His phone was still in your hands, the damning messages from the mysterious girl glowing on the screen. You could barely hold back the sting of tears as they welled up in your eyes.

Keeho’s brows furrowed as he took a step closer, water still dripping from his hair. His voice was sharp, laced with disbelief.

“Why the hell are you snooping through my phone?”

You flinched. You knew this was wrong, you knew you had crossed a line. But the pain in your chest was too strong to ignore. The betrayal, the doubt, the ache of wondering if everything you had with him was a lie - it was suffocating.

A shaky breath left your lips as you finally lifted your eyes to meet his. “How could you do this to me?”

Keeho’s expression shifted. The irritation in his eyes flickered into something softer, something more concerned. His voice lowered, confusion creeping into his tone.

“…do what?”

Your chest tightened. A part of you wanted to believe him, to believe that there was some kind of explanation. But your mind replayed the words on the screen: I miss you. I can’t wait to meet you.

“I already had this feeling for a long time,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. “And now I know. You’re cheating on me.”

Silence.

Keeho blinked at you, completely stunned. Then his jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, his voice rising in frustration.

“I saw the messages,” you shot back, your grip tightening around his phone.

Keeho let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his wet hair. “What messages?”

Your heart pounded as anger swelled inside you. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking your head. “Are you seriously still trying to deny it?”

Keeho exhaled deeply, his frustration now evident in the way his shoulders tensed. “Wait… so you seriously think that I’m cheating on you?”

“I know that you are!” you snapped.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, something in his face shifted. His frustration was still there, but now it was mixed with something else. Something more painful.

“Wow,” he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. He shook his head, looking at you like he didn’t recognize you anymore. “So that’s what you take me for? A cowardly cheater?”

You swallowed, your emotions a mess of anger and pain. “Then tell me…” Your voice wavered as you took a step closer, gripping the phone in your shaking hands. “Who the hell is Anna?”

The second the name left your lips, Keeho’s face twisted, not with guilt, but with sheer frustration.

“Seriously?!” He let out a bitter scoff, rubbing his temple as if he was trying to keep himself from yelling. “That’s my sister.”

Your breath caught. Your thoughts froze.

No. That couldn’t be.

“You’re lying,” you whispered. You had to be right. The messages were too suspicious. He was just trying to cover it up now. “Stop lying.”

Keeho’s expression darkened, his patience running thin. “I’m not lying,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why the hell would I lie about that?”

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”

Keeho scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I thought I did.”

He snapped his phone from your hands and started scrolling through his photos. Within seconds, he found what he was looking for - an old picture of him and Anna, both of them grinning at the camera, looking unmistakably alike. He turned the phone toward you, his jaw tight.

“There,” he said, his voice cold. “That’s Anna. My sister.”

You stared at the picture, your mind reeling. The resemblance was undeniable. The way she smiled, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. It was Keeho’s face in a female version.

Your stomach twisted.

“My family is coming to visit soon,” Keeho continued, his voice still sharp. “I was actually planning to surprise you with it. I wanted you to finally meet them.” His lips curled into a bitter smile. “But you just had to go and ruin the surprise, huh?”

Guilt crept up your spine, but you were still too stunned to speak.

Keeho scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered. His voice was low, almost to himself. “I can’t believe you would actually think that I’d cheat on you.”

Before you could say anything, before you could even think of how to respond, Keeho turned on his heel and stormed off.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

And just like that, you were left standing alone in the kitchen, heart pounding, mind racing, and regret already sinking in.

——————

Your hand rested on the bedroom doorknob for far too long.

The weight of what had just happened sat heavy in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You had accused Keeho of something terrible, something he didn’t deserve. And now, on the other side of this door, he was hurt because of you.

Your fingers tightened around the handle. You were scared to face him, scared of the disappointment in his eyes. But you knew that you had to.

With a deep breath, you slowly turned the knob and stepped inside.

Keeho sat on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. His head was slightly bowed, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the room. He didn’t look up when you entered.

Carefully, you approached, your steps hesitant.

“Keeho…” Your voice was soft, almost unsure.

He scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were sharp, but there was something else beneath the frustration - something tired, something hurt.

“What do you want?” His voice was flat, emotionless.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t back down.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I made a mistake.”

Keeho didn’t reply. His silence felt heavier than if he had just yelled at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued. “I didn’t even know you had a sis-”

“That still doesn’t give you the right to look through my phone.”

The words hit you like a slap. You knew he was right. No matter how much your emotions had clouded your judgment, no matter how suspicious things had seemed, it still wasn’t okay.

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but you refused to let them fall. “I know,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I broke your trust, and I understand if… if you want to break up now.”

Keeho’s head snapped up.

His entire posture changed as he quickly stood, closing the distance between you. His brows were furrowed, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said.

“Break up?” His voice was filled with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

You lowered your gaze, unable to look at him. “I messed up, Keeho. I accused you of something awful. I don’t deserve-”

“I would never want to break up with you,” he interrupted firmly. His expression softened, but there was still something heavy in his gaze. “But…” He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “I won’t lie. It hurts that you don’t trust me.”

Your heart clenched.

“I do trust you,” you insisted, desperation creeping into your tone. “I should have just asked you instead of… instead of going through your phone.” Your voice broke as you continued, “I swear, I would never do this again. Please… please believe me.”

For a moment, Keeho just stared at you.

Then, without warning, he reached forward and pulled you into his arms.

You melted against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his warmth seeping into your skin. He didn’t say anything right away, just held you there, as if trying to calm the storm of emotions between you both.

Finally, Keeho leaned back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked down at you. His expression had softened.

“I get it,” he murmured. “You didn’t know about my sister. And… maybe I have been acting a little suspicious lately.” His lips curled into a small, tired smile. “I guess I can understand why you got the wrong idea.”

Your throat tightened with guilt. “I’m still so sorry,” you whispered. “Especially for ruining the surprise with your family.”

Keeho let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he reached up to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “Honestly, I should’ve just been upfront with you from the start.”

He paused for a moment, then met your gaze with a serious expression. “But promise me something, okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Anything.”

“From now on, if you ever have doubts about anything, talk to me.” His voice was gentle but firm. “No more assumptions. No more snooping. Just be honest with me.”

You swallowed hard, nodding again. “I promise.”

Keeho studied you for a second longer before a small smile finally broke through his stern expression. He pulled you in for another hug, holding you close as he murmured, “I’m sorry too… for making you feel like you had a reason to doubt me.”

A shaky breath of relief left your lips as you hugged him back.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a hesitant smile. “No more surprises, okay?”

Keeho chuckled, his usual warmth returning to his eyes. “No more surprises,” he promised, pulling you back in a tight hug.

JIUNG

The weekend had finally arrived. After weeks of Jiung being swamped with work, you were both looking forward to spending time together. You had planned everything down to the last detail - a cozy day in the kitchen, cooking his favorite Korean dishes together. It felt like the perfect way to reconnect.

At first, everything was perfect. The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of garlic and sesame oil, the sound of vegetables sizzling in the pan. Standing at the counter, you were slicing carrots into thin strips. It wasn’t anything fancy, but you were doing your best.

Beside you, Jiung was focused on chopping onions with precise, practiced movements. Every now and then, he glanced over at your cutting board.

“You’re cutting them wrong,” he pointed out, leaning over your shoulder.

You giggled, not taking it seriously. “Oh no, the perfectionist chef has arrived,” you teased.

Jiung rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile playing on his lips. “You should cut them like this,” he said, demonstrating with his own knife. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in it.

You looked at your uneven slices and then back at him, smiling playfully. “It’s fine, Jiung. They’re just carrots.”

He sighed softly, setting down his knife. “But they won’t cook evenly if they’re all different sizes.”

You giggled, finding it cute how much he cared about something so small. “Okay, Chef Jiung, whatever you say.”

But he didn‘t laughed. Instead, he picked up one of your carrot slices and examined it like a food critic. “You’re holding the knife wrong too. Here, let me show you.”

Before you could react, he stepped behind you, gently guiding your hands. His fingers curled around yours, adjusting your grip on the knife. His touch had been warm, and for a second, your heart had skipped. But then he took your wrist and moved it in a controlled motion, like you were a student in a cooking class.

“See? If you do it like this, it’s much easier,” he said.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Jiung, it’s just vegetables. We’re not on a cooking show.”

He didn‘t let go. “I know, but if we’re going to do it, we should do it right.”

That was when you started feeling a little annoyed. This was supposed to be fun, but he had been taking it so seriously, almost like he was critiquing you instead of cooking with you. You pulled your hands away and continued cutting the way you wanted.

“Okay, okay, I got it,” you said lightly.

You shrugged and kept chopping, but soon, he started correcting you again. First, it was the size of the carrots. Then, the way you were stirring the sauce.

“That’s not how you do it,” Jiung sighed, stepping in to take the spoon from your hand.

You frowned and turned to face him. “Jiung, are you serious right now? It’s just dinner. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Jiung let out a frustrated breath, shaking his head. “This is my favorite food, okay? We can’t mess it up.”

You felt your chest tighten. “So now I’m messing it up?” you said, voice quieter now, but the hurt was obvious.

He frowned slightly. “I'm just saying that it should be done properly. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

Something in his tone made your frustration flare. “The point is to have fun. Not to make some five-star gourmet meal. You’re acting like I’m ruining everything.”

Jiung let out a breath, rubbing his temple. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel like help. It feels like you’re just telling me I’m doing everything wrong,” you shot back.

His expression hardened, his voice raised. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so terrible at cooking, I wouldn’t have to tell you how to do everything!”

The words hit you like a slap. You stared at him, feeling your stomach twist. Was he being serious?

Your heart pounded. “Do you even hear yourself right now?” you asked, voice quieter now, but the hurt was obvious.

Jiung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just- look, never mind. Let’s just finish the food.”

But you had lost all interest. The cozy atmosphere that had surrounded you earlier now felt tight and heavy. You didn’t expect to argue tonight, you were so excited for this. But suddenly, the warmth of the moment had turned into something frustrating, something that made your chest ache.

“You know what? Just finish it yourself,” you said, setting your knife down with a soft clatter.

Jiung looked at you, his lips pressed together, as if he tried to choose his next words carefully. But you didn’t want to hear them. Not right now. Without another word, you turned away, walking straight to the bedroom.

You didn’t slam the door, but you shut it firmly enough to make a point. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared down at your hands, replaying the words in your head.

Maybe if you weren’t so terrible at cooking…

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t expecting him to be that harsh.

From the kitchen, you could still hear him moving around, pots clanking, the faint sound of something sizzling in the pan. But he didn’t come after you.

And that hurt even more.

——————

It had been a while since you left Jiung alone in the kitchen. The muffled sounds of clinking dishes and the faint aroma of his cooking had long since settled, but you didn‘t move from your spot on the bed. Arms crossed, you stared at the floor, still replaying the argument in your head.

Then, there was a quiet knock. A moment later, Jiung pushed the door open and stepped inside. His expression was unreadable as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said.

You didn’t look up. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Jiung frowned, stepping closer. “I put in all my effort to cook.”

Your frustration bubbled up again, and before you could stop yourself, you snapped, “I wanted to cook with you, but you were being so bossy and annoying.” Finally, you looked up at him, your eyes sharp. “Why did you have to take it so seriously? I just wanted to have a nice, fun evening with you.”

Jiung scratched the back of his head, exhaling slowly. “When it comes to cooking, I just… I want everything to be perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell that.”

His confident stance faded, and his expression softened into something more worried. He could see just how upset you were. Without another word, he sat down on the bed beside you, hesitating before speaking again.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You stayed silent, still sulking.

Jiung sighed and continued. “I know that sometimes my perfectionism takes over, and I can get… annoying.” He gave you a small, guilty smile before quickly shaking his head. “No, really annoying. But I know I should have never let that out on you. And I’m so sorry for making you feel this way.”

You finally turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with regret, and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly. He was really feeling bad about this.

A teasing idea formed in your head. You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

Jiung’s face fell instantly. “What?!”

You struggled to hold back your amusement, keeping your expression serious.

“And let’s not forget,” you continued, raising an eyebrow, “you called me a terrible cook.”

Jiung’s eyes widened. “No! I didn’t mean that when I said it!” He exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “I love your food, especially the cupcakes you make.”

You almost smiled at that, but you kept your act up. “Hmm. I don’t know, Jiung. I might need to think about this before giving you another chance.”

Jiung groaned and suddenly leaned over you, hovering just inches away. His lips jutted into a pout, and his eyes grew wide and pleading. “I’m so sorry,” he whined, voice softer now. “Pleaseee forgive me?”

You tried - really, really tried - to keep your serious face. But with him looking at you like a lost puppy, it was impossible.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, you finally said, “Fine. I forgive you.”

Jiung’s lips curled into a soft, relieved smile as he leaned in and kissed you gently. The tension melted away, leaving behind only warmth between you.

Pulling back, you looked at him and smirked. “But just so you know… I’m never cooking with you again.”

Jiung laughed, shaking his head. “Deal.”

He kissed you again, a little longer this time, before pulling you up from the bed. “Now come on,” he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Let’s eat together.”

And just like that, the fight was over.

Even if you never cooked with him again, at least you knew one thing for sure - Jiung was terrible at letting go of his perfectionism, but you were even worse at staying mad at him.

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lilacs4ung · 3 months ago

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Heeeey! What type if kisses do u think p1h are? Currently, I'm writing smth like this and I see soul as butterfly kisses(which i learnt are like little eyelash kisses.. very weird/very soul), intak as cheek kisses etc.. but what do you think?😋

piwon members' kissing styles/scenarios👄💝

tags: fluff, kissing (obv), lot of touching, suggestive (mdni), romantic word count: 982

a/n: ooh that's such an intriguing question.. i'm honestly not that knowledgable about kissing, but this is what i'd suspect based on their love languages and ways to show affection. also I kinda went overboard and put them in scenarios a bit different than just causal kissing. hope you don't mind haha<3

~ Keeho ~

We all know Keeho's a very intimate person, so I'd say he's the type whose hands would be all over you, especially loving holding your boobs, but in the end settling on you waist pulling you in, always demanding more, passionate kisser.

Would break away from your lips just so when you open your eyes you could see a huge grin sitting on his face. "Whaat?" You'd furrow your eyebrows. "Nothing" He'd say still smiling ear to ear. "I just like kissing you" Glancing down at your mouth and reconnecting your lips to continue where you left off.

After the makeout session would undoubtedly want to cuddle!! "Can you play with my hair?" He'd look at you with glowing puppy eyes. "Of course Kee." You'd simper brushing your finger through his strands, both his arms wrapped around your waist head resting on your chest.

~ Theo ~

Since he's kind of a quality time typa guy he'd certainly take his time, but also be kinda bold. Would drive you crazy with leaving wet kisses on wherever you want him to.

"Ah.. Tae-" You'd moan his name, fingers tangled in his hair. "Where do you want it love?" He'd look up, searching for your eyes. Your mind would run all over the place. Careful love bites making your skin numb. "Use your words, I want you to feel good." "Here please." You'd mumble tounge tied. "Good girl." He'd be the biggest tease and would enjoy every minute of your neediness.

Instead of waist, he'd casually rest his hand on the nape of your neck/back of your head and caress your hair. Even when in a public setting would pull you closer for a second to give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

~ Jiung ~

He's a tough one since he isn't specifically too obsessed with being physical, but if he knows you enjoy being touched in a certain way he'd try to go out of his way to please those needs. Also since he's not as initiative as others, he'd love it when you take control. Favorite kissing position would be you sitting on his lap.

When you touch him on spots like tigh, neck or when tracing your fingers along his abdomen, he'd shiver and his ears would turn red. "I'm sorry, should I stop?" You'd ask politely because you know he can be sensitive at times with physical affection. "No, keep going. You just surprised me." He'd giggle pulling you back in with his hand resting on your cheek, softly stroking your skin with his thumb.

I think he'd be a "slowburn" kisser, taking his time to gradually build the tension. When your sighs and moans get louder and more frequent, his courage would build up and he'd get more brave with his actions. He's still a consent king tho and would not stop asking if you feel comfortable. "Is this okay?" "Can I touch you here?" "Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" "Fuck Jiung.. it turns me on when you're so attentive.."

~ Intak ~

He'd love giving casual nose kisses and be obsessed with you blushing everytime. Similar to Kyo he'd love resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you brush your hand along his back.

When you're doing something he'd carefully come up behind you wrapping his hands around your waist moving your hair over your shoulder so he can kiss the nape of your neck and observe what you're doing by resting his chin on the other side of your shoulder. "Whatcha' making?" He'd say with an innocent smile on his face, even though he just made your heart flutter like crazy.

When he isn't acting like a sweetheart he'd LOVE making out either with him between your legs while you're sitting on the counter or picking you up, with your legs around his waist while he's holding you by the thighs or butt.

~ Shota ~

Sho's a cutie. Would randomly run over to you, put his face so close that your noses are touching and give a swift little peck on your cheek. "Thank you." You'd reply laughing to yourself even though he's long gone.

Instead of focusing on your lips alone he'd leave kisses all over your face, from forehead to chin. "Shotaa~ on the lips please!" You'd curl your lower lip playfully. "Okay, just because you look too cute." He'd smile innocently, finally leaning closer. Occasionally biting on your lip causing you to let out a soft moan.

His favorite part to kiss would be the one that results you to make the loudest noise. His first instinct would always be to please your needs before anything else. He'd also love playing with your hands, drawing small circles on your skin and kissing your fingers. Needless to say he'd love holding your hand anywhere and everywhere.

~ Jongseob ~

I feel like Seob would feel lowkey lost when it comes to intimacy, but you'd guide him through it making your experience even more sensual and romantic. "Sorry, I'm not sure what I'm doing.." He'd say embarrassed with concernedly knitted brows. "It's okay, let's just take it slow. Alright?" You'd take his hands in yours glancing a soft smile, kissing them comfortingly.

Would 100% blush when you're kissing. "Babe, you look flushed." You'd chuckle after peeling away from his lips. "You should see yourself!" He'd point at you cheeks "What? I don't blush!" You'd quickly cup your face in your own hands. "You're red as an apple, babe.." He'd say teasingly. "Whatever.." You'd pout, as he giggles and grabs your hands away from your face to pull you back into a kiss.

Any time you guys would play games together he'd have you sitting in between his legs on the ground, having the controller in his hands in front of you, snuggling into your neck, ocassionally giving a peck on your cheek.

a/n: phew.. that took quite long. i apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos (not a native speaker), also if i interpreted the request differently from what you meant, it felt more natural explaining it this way, hope you still enjoyed reading^^ @angelsouli

#p1harmony #piwon #p1h #p1h ot6 #p1harmony x reader #p1h x reader #fluff #yoon keeho #choi taeyang #choi jiung #hwang intak #haku shota #kim jongseob #p1ece

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catboyieejeno · 11 months ago

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pairing: theo x fem!reader

cw: smut, oral (f receiving), theo eating it from the back, established relationship, pet names, slight pillow princess reader, lazy morning head

wc: 1.9k

18+ minors do not interact!

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Theo's index finger tracing along the side of your abdomen stirs you from your sleep—intentionally, it seems, since he doesn’t bother to retract his hand when he notices the slight shift in your breath, indicating you’ve woken up. Instead, his warm palm meets your skin with confidence, circling around your torso to pull you closer to his chest. He must not have been awake much longer than you, a tell being the quiet, borderline incoherent morning greeting he wishes you in a low rumble.

The bed sheets are strikingly cool against your skin, but his legs that tangle with yours are enough to keep you heated. If it wasn’t for his full lips wetly kissing your shoulder, you might’ve been lulled back to your peaceful slumber within minutes. You move to sit up, but his grip around you tightens, and his soft, tired voice calls out to you once more.

“Wait, don’t pull away…” he mumbles into your skin, “not yet. wanna lay with you for a bit longer,”

His ministrations start out slowly, subtly… For a second, you’re almost convinced his kisses that continue to smack against your neck come from a place of innocence, in the form of some half-asleep affection he’s less restrictive about showering you with when compared to his usually reserved self.

It’s something to take advantage of, you decide, and nuzzle your cheek to his, soaking up the way his hands rub over your skin as he lets a hushed moan slip out. At the same time, Theo allows his fingers to inch down your front shamelessly, digits curiously tapping over your stomach.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles, and with his antics serving as a catalyst, you can’t help the way your abdomen instantly ignites.

Theo lifts his arm from your waist just long enough for you to roll around in his hold to face him, smiling down at you with puffy eyes and tousled hair. He pulls his hand back up to cup your face, muttering a small, “hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back, unable to contain your giddy grin. Gently, he takes your hand into his and brings it to his mouth to kiss it once, then guides it atop of his head in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his scalp. The dark locks don’t resist your fingers even a little bit, letting you comb through them smoothly until they’ve reached some kind of order. At the feeling, your boyfriend practically groans, rolling his eyes back for a split second before they regain focus and meet yours again.

Every feature on his face is so delicately crafted, gazing curiously at you and taking you in as if the night that passed, and the sleep he had once reveled in, had robbed him of you for far too long, just like his work schedule had the last few weeks. Days on end without being able to see you or hold you had taken a toll on him. You’re his favorite thing to look at, in any state, at any moment, so his first night back at your house was something he had been anticipating for a while now. Truthfully? he’d never sleep again if it meant he could stare at your pretty face for hours at a time.

He misses you, despite lying right next to you and having you in his arms. How is that possible?

Just then, as these thoughts flood his mind, he leans in, capturing your lips between his own in a sweet kiss. At the same time, his arms draw you tighter into his embrace, warm skin pressing to yours, practically melting into your touch.

He props himself up to hover above you, palms placed on either side of your head and caging you in. The metal of his chain is cool as it dangles, sitting on your chest like melting ice. It becomes even cooler as it moves across the expanse of your breasts, trailing down as his mouth follows behind to lick and lap and warm up the icy trail, and before you know it, he’s practically sticking his head under the hem of your tank top to nibble at the exposed skin below your navel.

His eyes, which were previously closed to savor the taste of your skin, peek open and steal a glance up at you, and his member, confined by only his boxers, twitches within the constricting material at the sight before him. Your lips are parted, your chest is rising and falling quicker with every second that passes, and your eyes can’t seem to leave the boy who keeps climbing further and further down, finding solace between your legs.

“I missed sleeping next to you.” He admits distractedly, placing a sticky kiss on your hip as his hand paws at your waist, squeezing at the flesh he can fit within his big palm, “I hate that i was away from you for so many nights in a row,”

“You were working, baby.”

“I know. Still,” he pauses, flashing you a lopsided smile, “this is nice.”

Little to no time passes between the moment when he mumbles those words, and the moment he buries his face into your panties, breathing you in deeply. The action makes you shudder, and goosebumps crawl over your skin as his black hair tickles your bare thighs.

Just then, there’s a glow flourishing on your cheeks, inevitable of avoiding around Theo. Truly, how are you meant to stay composed after he does something so lewd?

“Missed eating you out,” a ghost of a kiss is placed over your clit. It’s involuntary, but you roll your hips in his face and whine out, a response that only makes his head spin even more and his dick swell with need. He grips your thighs and props them higher up until your clothed center is in perfect view and your knees are almost folded onto your chest.

“Let me make you feel good, love. Please?”

“Yes,” you answer quickly, and he snickers at you in a way that doesn’t make you feel embarrassed in the slightest—despite its inherently teasing nature, his smirk is only intended to rile you up even more than you already are, and that, it does.

As he swipes one finger over your core, a splotch of wetness appears on the material. His index finger loops around to pull the lace aside, and he wastes no time in diving in. His tongue pokes out, kitten-licking your folds so lightly that you almost think he isn’t doing anything at all.

A few more experimental, soft swipes of his tongue get you writhing, and it’s only then that he releases the hold he has on your thighs and allows them to rest on his shoulders, fully burying himself between your legs.

“Feels good,” you whimper.

He hums back at you, content and unrestrained, and the vibrations almost make you come on the spot. He’s very obviously pacing himself, taking his time to dissolve you into nothing in his grasp. Your breathing goes from rapid heaves to long sighs as Theo alternates between lapping at you and nibbling your inner thigh. At one point, his actions become audible, the wetness of him fucking his tongue into you, and your soft moans become the only two sounds in the room.

Chin soaked and eyes half-lidded, he mumbles, “You’re so pretty,” as he crawls his way back up your body to kiss you.

He lets his thigh take his place between your legs and he presses his mouth to yours, plump lips gliding softly and lazily with no real purpose other than to soak you in. As your panting evens out, you peek your eyes open to glance at him.

“We can’t lie around for much longer. We have so much to do today,” you protest during kisses. He pulls away, resting his chin to your stomach. He stills there for a moment, falling limp, hands caressing you with no real purpose.

“It can wait.”

“The weather is supposed to be nice today,” you announce, and he gives you another crooked smile as his thumb passively toys with your nipple.

“Then we should take advantage. What do you wanna do?”

“Hmm,” As you think, your hand comes up to hold his cheek, thumb wiping the sleep from his eye. “What if we go for a walk later?”

He nods without second thought, happy to walk later with you wherever you’d like to go. At the same time, he greedily leans into your touch.

“We can do that.”

“And maybe we can–“ a few sticky kisses decorate your waist, “stop by the bakery you like on the way home? You haven’t had that since you left on tour.”

“That would be nice.”

“After we get groceries and make dinner, maybe we can even lie around and do this for a big longer.”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow, lip curling up in a similar notion. When you nod eagerly at his implication, he remembers the position he’s in, and presses his leg just a bit closer against you.

“Let me take care of you then, so we can start our day.”

You hum and he gives you one last look before sinking back down where you need him most.

Your taste is lavish and sweet on his tongue that doesn’t care to tease you anymore. Now, it’s working diligently, drawing out every last whine it can, sweeping and swiping at your glistening folds until you come around him with your fingers grasping at the sheets so hard that the skin has turned white.

You’re barely given a second to recover before he asks you to turn around and flip onto your stomach. Weak and unsteady, your limbs hold you up and you arch your back in anticipation as he repositions himself behind you.

For a moment, his shuffling and the rustling of the sheets makes you think he’s undressing and about to sink himself into your warmth, but then his mouth is on you again with no warning.

His groans are tantalizing, and the way he’s squeezing the flesh on your ass has you collapsing into the mattress and crying out in pleasure. The pleads that leave your lips in mangled cries have him reaching a fever pitch, and he suddenly can’t wait to taste your release again, so he does everything in his power to lull it from you faster. His fingers slip into you, shallowly at first, then knuckle deep and curling to fuck your sweet spot; before you know it, you’re gushing around him again.

“Baby…” is the only word you manage to spew from your drooling lips, and your back arches more as he moans into you again.

The comedown is just as sweet, especially when he lets his lips drag up the curve of your spine until they reach your hair, smooth palm tracing over your smooth skin to soothe you as the last waves of pleasure wash away. He collapses beside you, tugging you closer until your head is near his chest.

When your dazed eyes open to look at him, he’s already looking back down at you with his gentle smile.

His lips are glossed over, and you kiss him as a thank you, greedily humming at the taste of yourself in his mouth.

“Good?” He asks, raising his brows slightly.

“Shut up.”

He laughs when you hide your flushed face is his neck, leaning into you as if your proximity was still not quite close enough.

“Just checking.” He murmurs into your hair, leaving a kiss there in the process. “Now we can start our day.”

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xzinbdg · 1 year ago

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Can I request a p1h text reaction of them asking reader who has a crush on them out on a date and to be their valentine

hello!!! thank you for your ask!! and sorry for the wait but I wanted to do this on valentines to set the mood 🥹🥹🥹 I hope you'll like it! have a nice day/night and once again happy valentines! byebye 💕💕

p1harmony and valentines!

pairing: p1h x reader

p1harmony masterlist // main masterlist

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corytizz · 7 months ago

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hiii! can i have an audio for theo?

꒰ ☆ ꒱・𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 , - 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨・ ₊˚ ·˚➴

** Pairing: Theo x listener. **

﹡POV: Theo being a submissive baby for you, giving him a handjob after a hard day of promotions.

HERE YOU GO BB AND TYSM FOR THE ATTENTION AND THE SWEET COMMENTS THE LEEHAN AUDIO GOT OMG, THEY MADE ME SO HAPPY 😭🖤🖤 Hope you like this Theo one!!!

** Feel free to leave a request!! **

- ̗̀ ( Plz do not steal! ) ̖́

#corytizz #p1harmony #p1harmony smut #piwon #piwon smut #p1harmony hard thoughts #p1harmony hard hours #theo p1harmony #theo x reader #choi taeyang

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joocomics · 28 days ago

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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ p1h drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 taeyang x fem!reader x intak

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1k words

request: “why don’t you practice on him first?” + corruption kink

✎… sub!reader, less experienced!reader, corruption kink, oral sex (m!rec), deepthroating, gagging, praise, pet names, ball sucking, face fucking

( event masterlist | p1h masterlist )

“You two are acting weird.”

Intak stops mid-step, holding soda cans in his hands. His suspicious gaze moves between you and Taeyang as curiosity knits his brows together. “Like, all night. Is something going on?”

Your heart stumbles at the question - not just because he asked, but because of the way Taeyang turns and looks at you. Like he’s waiting for you to answer.

But you hesitate. And before you can find the right words, Taeyang exhales - a dramatic, long sound of impatience; as though he got bored of waiting.

“She wants me to teach her how to give blowjobs.”

“Taeyang!” Your voice raises mortified.

“What?” He shrugs, as if he truly doesn’t see the problem. “It’s just us here.”

Your lips press together as you dart a glance at Intak who sits down, curling fingers around the can.

“I never said I wanted you to teach me,” you mutter, shifting in your seat before stealing another look at Intak, “I told him I’ve never done it before, and he…“ you gesture vaguely to the boy beside you, “suggested helping me out.”

“And you agreed,” Intak states, slow and deliberate.

There’s something about the way he says it that makes your stomach twist.

“Yeah, basically…” you finally say with voice quieter than before.

Intak keeps his gaze upon you, meanwhile, Taeyang’s eyes earn a spark of mischief as he stretches arms behind his head; there’s a contemplative smirk settling on his lips.

“Actually,” he draws out the word like he’s just had a brilliant idea, “why don’t you practice on him first?”

“What?”

You’re surprised your voice didn’t just crack.

Has it been written all over your face? That you wanted to practice with Taeyang in order to become good, impressive, for Intak?

“Well, it’s kind of obvious you two already have something going on so,” he says, unbothered by your and Intak’s reactions. “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable starting with him instead of me.”

You take a peek at Intak again, expecting some kind of reaction. But all he does is shake his head slightly before cracking the drink open.

“I—”

“You don’t have to,” Intak finally speaks up.

“That’s true,” Taeyang nods, “you can back out whenever you want.”

“I’m not going to back out.” You say and it comes out too quickly, almost defensive. But then, your voice drops lower as you admit: “I want to be good.”

Your heart begins to race as a moment of silence follows.

Intak settles his drink down, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

“I’m down,” he says, meeting your gaze, “if you really want to.”

Before you have time to process it, you leave the couch, stepping forward. When you settle between his legs, Intak’s gaze lands on your face, focusing upon the glimmer in yours. The direct contact ignites a rush inside you that remains strong even after you look down to unzip his pants.

Neither of you speak as Intak takes his cock, stroking it with a firm grip to get fully erected. It happens quickly, almost effortlessly, with you kneeling on the floor - and him, knowing exactly what you’re waiting for.

The warmth of your mouth welcomes an inch, and as it does, you can feel Taeyang’s gaze piercing right through you, taking in every small movement of your silhouette.

You focus on creating a pleasant, steady pace by slowly dragging your lips from top to base, hoping that it looks seductive. Getting familiar with Intak’s taste has your stomach swirling with delight, but you can’t ignore it… the lingering thrill from Taeyang’s presence in the room doubles the excitement.

A moment passes, and he’s suddenly beside you. His hand moves on the back of your head, putting enough pressure to hold you down. At first it was easy, but then, he slightly forces you up only to push you back down, and that’s when you fail to fight back the urge to gag; the noise wraps around Intak’s size, getting him soaked.

For a moment, you panick - what if he finds this unpleasant? What if you just ruined his pleasure? But before you can think further, a long, deep moan rips from his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, fuck!” He continues cursing; each new sound makes your chest flutter.

Taeyang’s hand backs away, and you raise to catch your breath.

“She’s doing so good already,” Intak’s praise cause your eyes to light up; he quickly grabs his base, tugging at it the moment you empty your mouth. This time, his motions are fast and intense, smearing a big amount of your saliva all over his skin.

“But she wants to do better,” Taeyang pets the top of your head, “right, sweetheart?”

Nodding, you separate glossy lips, ready to lean in. Intak’s tip, leaking with arousal, has earned a tint of red, and the sight of it tempts you into sticking out your tongue.

But Taeyang’s dominant grip shifts your head elsewhere.

“Grab his balls with your mouth.” His voice dips as he smirks with anticipation. “That’ll always earn you extra points.”

You’re cautious at first - pressing your flat tongue and studying Intak’s expressions to ensure that you can continue. Seeing his jaw tense, his head fall back, and his fingers speeding along his length, encourages you to stretch your lips, then attach them to his balls.

They’re much harder, heavier, than you expected them to be.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good!” Intak begins to pant, forcing his eyes open to look down at you.

The thrill of your sucking lips has his core tightening. He completely melts once he sees you detach with a soft pop only to release tiny bit of your spit before smearing it all over, then catching them in your mouth again.

Taeyang’s hand remains at the back of your neck, squeezing on the sides just enough to remind you of his control over the situation. Observing your process with peaked interest.

“There you go, good job.” He signals you to detach. There’s a string of spit connecting you to Intak’s ballsack, but he doesn’t shy away from breaking it, sliding fingers through your mouth - which he sees in a very different light after this. “Can you try take all of it without gagging now?”

You nod; his fingers still circling your tongue.

Once they slip away, you open wider; tongue pressing against the underside of Intak’s cock as you go lower. You catch him moaning as you invite him deeper; one hand shifting to rest against his ballsack.

“Perfect,” Intak mutters nearly in a whisper; the same moment your lips close around the last bit of his base.

That’s when he places a hand on you for the first time since you went down on him. His fingertips tangle strongly in the roots of your hair, helping you out with building the pace.

Taeyang steps back; his own cock throbbing at the sight of you, at the noises erupting from your throat that’s trying to keep up with Intak’s thrusting.

“Shit, baby!” Intak’s hips strengthen the rhythm meanwhile his voice weakens. “Stay like this a little longer, yeah…”

And you do - until his body jerks, and his warm arousal spills inside your mouth.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

#joocomics.p1h #dinna’s 1k followers celebration #p1harmony smut #choi taeyang smut #intak smut #p1h smut #p1harmony x reader #p1h x reader #intak x reader #theo x reader #taeyang x reader #piwon smut #piwon x reader

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memorabxlia · 5 months ago

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Dirty Santa ━ 테오

genre: smut summary: the two of you lose yourselves in an unforgettable, fiery holiday moment filled with love, laughter, and intense pleasure. warnings: dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting pairing: nonidol!theo x fem!reader wc: 1.5k nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

You're lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, when the doorbell rings. It’s late, much later than you expected your boyfriend, Theo, to arrive. You set your wine down and saunter to the door, your curiosity piqued. The chilly night air rushes in as you pull it open, and there stands Theo, dressed in a full Santa Claus suit that fits him surprisingly well. His cheeks are rosy from the cold, but his eyes are twinkling with mischief.

"Well, well, well," you say, leaning against the doorframe. "What do we have here? A new side hustle?"

Theo laughs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "More like a little holiday surprise. Do I look the part?"

You take a moment to appreciate the sight. His beard is fake, but it’s convincing enough, and the red suit hugs his lean frame in all the right places. He’s even wearing matching boots. "Oh, you definitely look the part," you reply, your voice dropping a notch. "Especially the part where Santa gets all the cookies he wants."

He grins, pulling off the beard and tossing it onto the nearby table. "And maybe a little milk too."

You step closer, running your fingers along the edge of his jacket. "Or something stronger," you suggest, your lips curling into a smile. "So, what brings Santa to my doorstep so late?"

Theo’s hands slide around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss that’s anything but innocent. His tongue dances with yours, and you can feel the heat between you already starting to build. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. "I thought maybe Santa could give you a present early this year."

You raise an eyebrow, teasing him. "Oh? And what kind of present did you have in mind?"

He nuzzles your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "How about a little naughty fun? Just you and me?"

You can’t help but laugh, the sound low and sultry. "Well, you look like the version of Santa I’d wanna do."

Theo’s hands move lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation.

You nod, grinding against him. "Mm-hmm. But only if you promise to be a very, very dirty Santa."

He groans, his grip tightening. "Oh, I think I can manage that."

With a swift motion, he carries you to the nearest surface—the kitchen counter—and sets you down gently. His hands roam over your body, unbuttoning your blouse with practiced ease. Your breath hitches as his fingers brush against your nipples, already hardening beneath the fabric of your bra.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, his mouth hovering just above yours.

You bite your lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I want you to take off that suit and fuck me."

Theo’s eyes spark with excitement, and he doesn’t waste any time. In one fluid motion, he shucks off the jacket, revealing the tight red shirt underneath. He unbuckles the belt around his waist, letting the pants fall to the floor, leaving him in nothing but the black boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide his growing erection.

"Like what you see?" he asks, his voice dripping with confidence.

You reach out, tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. "Oh, I definitely like what I see."

He steps closer, his hips thrusting forward to meet your hand. "Then let’s make it even better."

His hands move to your skirt, bunching it up around your waist. You spread your legs, giving him easy access to your panties, which are already damp with anticipation. He wastes no time in slipping them down, his fingers trailing over your slick folds, making you gasp.

"You’re so wet for me," he murmurs, dipping a finger inside you.

You arch your back, pushing yourself against his hand. "Because of you," you reply, your voice shaky with need.

He adds a second finger, delving deeper. "Tell me what you want, baby."

You close your eyes, reveling in the sensation. "I want you inside me. Now."

Theo doesn’t need to be told twice. He removes his fingers and quickly discards his boxers, freeing his hard cock. With one smooth motion, he positions himself at your entrance, his tip coated with your arousal.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice gruff.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as he pushes inside you, filling you completely. The connection is electric, and you both moan in unison. He slowly begins to thrust, his pace steady and deliberate.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he says, his voice rough with need.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Don’t hold back," you whisper. "I want to feel every inch of you."

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Each push sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can feel your orgasm building. His hands grip your thighs, lifting them higher, allowing him to go even deeper.

"That’s it," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Keep going."

Theo’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with intensity. "Tell me how much you love this, baby."

You can barely form words, the sensations too overwhelming. "I love it… I love you… inside me…"

He growls, picking up the pace even more. "Say it again."

"I love you," you cry out, your voice breaking. "I love you so much."

Theo’s thrusts become erratic, his control slipping. "I’m gonna come, baby," he warns, his voice strained.

You tighten your grip around him, desperate to prolong the moment. "Do it… come for me…"

With a final, powerful thrust, Theo releases, his seed spilling deep inside you. You follow soon after, your body convulsing around his as you ride out the wave of your own release.

As you both come down from the high, Theo rests his forehead against yours, still buried inside you. "Merry Christmas," he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

You smile, brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair from his face. "Merry Christmas, Santa."

But before you can fully catch your breath, Theo pulls out and moves down your body, positioning himself between your legs. "One more present," he says, his voice returning to that playful tone. "Think you can handle it?"

You laugh, a little breathless. "Try me."

He leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste you, and you shiver as he begins to tease your clit with expert precision. "Oh, Theo…"

As Theo’s tongue continues to swirl around your clit, you feel a building pressure deep inside you. The sounds of his breathing and the soft moans escaping your lips fill the kitchen. The scent of arousal is heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pine from the Christmas tree in the corner. You glance down at Theo, his Santa hat slightly askew, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of him so focused, so utterly dedicated to making you feel incredible.

"Theo," you gasp, your voice trembling with need, "I'm so close..."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, and grins. "Let it go, baby. I want you to feel everything."

His words act like a trigger, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against his face as you feel the first tremors of orgasm rippling through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if you can somehow merge with him. The intensity grows, each wave more powerful than the last, until finally, you cry out, your entire body convulsing with the force of your release.

Theo doesn't stop. If anything, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking and probing, driving you higher and higher. You feel something bubbling up inside you, a pressure that’s almost painful in its intensity. You know what’s coming, but the surprise and thrill of it still make you gasp.

"Oh my God, Theo, I'm going to—"

And then it happens. A gush of liquid erupts from you, splashing onto Theo’s face and hands. He takes it all in stride, his mouth never leaving your core, his fingers still working magic on your sensitive flesh. The feeling is indescribable, a mix of intense pleasure and utter relief. You feel drained but completely satisfied, your body quivering with aftershocks.

When Theo finally pulls back, he looks up at you with a devilish grin. "Well, that was quite the present," he says, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

You laugh breathlessly, still catching your breath. "You like playing dirty Santa, huh?"

He stands up, towering over you, his Santa costume looking even more ridiculous now with his messy beard and wet face. But there’s nothing ridiculous about the way he’s looking at you, his eyes smoldering with heat.

"Only for you," he replies, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are warm and tasting faintly of salt from your juices. The kiss is slow and lingering, a promise of more to come.

❥﹒ P1Harmony taglist: @amarecerasus

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kisseobie · 10 months ago

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piwons favourite positions? 😋

p1harmony’s favorite positions

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: i could have sworn that i had written this before because it’s such a common smut prompt but i guess i haven’t?? anyways enjoy :P i included some oral positions as well lol

౨ৎ keeho

full nelson, lotus

kyo has a bit of a strength kink (i know yall saw he said in a gov ball interview that his summer goal is to get buffer), and his aura as a leader extends to the bedroom as well. loves fucking you in full nelson—with your back against his chest, legs propped up, and body in his full control. loves how the position makes it impossible for you to do anything but take his girthy cock, and how it’s sure to have you babbling and brainless. if he’s feeling a bit more romantic, however, the lotus position is his go-to. makes him feel incredibly close to you. loves to cradle your face and stare into your eyes as he slowly ruts his hips into yours <3

౨ৎ theo

butterfly, facesitting

you can’t convince me that taeyang isn’t a lover of women’s legs. whether their height is accentuated with red stiletto heels, or they are covered with fishnet stockings, he’s always had a secret affection for legs. in the butterfly position, he’s able to slam into you at whatever pace he likes, whilst your legs are hoisted up in the air, making them so easily accessible to his wet kisses. just imagine theo pounding into your heat and keeping eye contact with you as he kisses up your leg… oh and we all know theo is a munch. would love having your pussy sat on his face even more than you :P

౨ৎ jiung

missionary, spooning

a sucker for eye contact and sweet intimacy. jiung is nothing but a service top—if you exclude the time he got jealous of the attention you got at a party he dragged you to and fucked you mercilessly in his backseat—so it goes without saying that he’d love fucking into you in missionary. allows him to really look at you and hear your every hitched breath. tucks his head into your neck and groans when he’s coming in you, and the scent of your hair eases him back onto earth. ji also loves spoon fucking you when you both are sleepy but still want to be intimate .. the closeness of it makes him insane. grunts a lot into your ear and plants kisses on the back of your neck :3

౨ৎ intak

doggy style, reverse cowgirl

intak’s favorite positions have gotta be the most obvious. being true to his puppy-self, he almost always has you in doggy style, with tak standing up with his feet planted on the floor, and your ass up on the edge of the bed. the way your ass jiggles every time he plows into your pussy only makes him more desperate… oh and he loves to fold into you, with his chest leaning over your frame when he’s about to come. if he’s feeling more needy, he’s begging you to ride his dick in reverse cowgirl—and yes, his hands will always find home on your ass

౨ৎ soul

against the wall (no idea what this is called), 69

loves feeling in control, and being desperate and messy really gets him going… i can’t not fantasize about shota fucking you against a wall, maybe even his dorm room door. whether he’s eating you out against it, or has you lifted into the air, with him bouncing you up and down his length.. he lovessss the dirty feeling of fucking you somewhere a little more untraditional than a bed. and of course, 69 with shota is something i’ve mentioned before.. but i genuinely think he’d be so enthusiastic about it. would make silly “who’ll cum faster” competitions out of it too :O

౨ৎ jongseob

cowgirl, g-whiz

oh jongseob loves a good ride, loves the view of your head thrown back, cunny gushing against his dick, and tits jiggling in front of his face. would beg you to ride him nearly every time the pair of you decide to have sex.. he’s just obsessed with it. his favorite thing to do when your riding him cowgirl style is to grab at your hips and plow up into you, and your surprised reaction makes him laugh out loud every time. when he’s wanting to be a bit more in control, he pushes you onto your back and crawls on top of you, grabbing your legs and propping them up onto his shoulders, the heavenly position making both of your eyes roll back from how deep he feels inside…. i’m fucking crazy

౨ৎ ₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ

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ship-graveyard · 1 year ago

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Traveling with P1Harmony 💕

🛫 - Air Travel Edition - 🛬

☁️ - fluff | 🌙 - gn!reader | 💞 - all members

note: occasional references to travel anxiety

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Keeho:

♡ - always makes it to the airport perfectly on time (no getting bored or stressing because he’s timed everything perfectly)

♡ - incredible at navigating crowds and fighting to keep your place in lines for security, boarding, and deplaning

♡ - idk how but the airline always loses his luggage

♡ - you need a break from the airport chaos? dw his arms are your safe haven and he’s got a hug already queued up for you

♡ - will take the middle seat for you if you’ve been assigned it BUT he will whine about it later (good news: you can just kiss his pout off his lips and he’ll forgive you)

♡ - want help lifting your luggage into an overhead bin? luckily your big strong boyfriend is here to help! (he will accidentally smack someone in the face with it when taking it back down but shhh he’s trying)

♡ - bothers you 24/7 on the plane, but he means well… he just can’t help it bc he wants to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible (ooh what are you watching?? are you hungry? thirsty?? he could definitely steal water from someone in first class, would that help?)

♡ - wants you to sleep on his shoulder SO bad. he’ll be slowly leaning into your space if you start to nod off until you get the hint

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Theo:

♡ - lets you completely melt into him if you want to sleep while waiting for boarding (just results in the sleepiest pile of limbs bc he’s probably out immediately too)

♡ - overpacks… why does he have 14 hats when he only ever wears one? why did he pack a toaster in his carry-on?? the world will never know

♡ - has 7 different beverages with him at all times

♡ - more likely to distract you and redirect your energy than directly comfort you if you get travel anxiety, but it still helps significantly just knowing he’s aware of it and by your side if you need anything at all

♡ - he’s going to fight you for claim of the armrest and not in a cute way

♡ - will smack you if you turn the overhead light on (if you really want to read/draw or do anything else that you need to see clearly, he MIGHT let you turn the light on if you ask nicely and/or sweet talk him)

♡ - spends half the flight judging the people who brought their children on the plane

♡ - will get hopelessly invested in whatever you’re doing/watching but pretends not to be whenever you catch him leaning over to see better

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Jiung:

♡ - brings an extra sweatshirt/jacket for you bc he knows you’ll forget your own, get cold, or need the comfort

♡ - takes care of everything that might be stressful for you. you’re nervous? dw he’s got your printed boarding passes ready and your luggage handled. you just need to show up and hold his hand

♡ - does a mental analysis of the best quality airport cuisine compared to affordability bc you deserve to be well-fed and pampered but he’s also really practical

♡ - surprise kisses as positive reinforcement when you remember to hydrate

♡ - zonks out on the plane. he’s been busy taking care of you, let the poor guy drool on your shoulder a bit

♡ - type of person to watch the flight tracker the entire way there

♡ - if you accidentally intrude on his foot space be prepared for the most intense high-stakes game of footsie you’ve ever been involved in (he’ll win but end up just pulling your legs onto his lap bc he feels a bit guilty and he loves you too much)

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Intak:

♡ - loses his boarding pass immediately (you better have backups)

♡ - will get lost in the airport if you let him out of your sight

♡ - lets you buy anything you want with his card (he just wants to trail along and hang off your arm and spend time with you)… puppyboy IM SORRY who said that

♡ - leans his entire weight on you when waiting to board bc he’s tired and he loves you and you’re right there

♡ - underpacks. it’s always “babe can i borrow your toothbrush? i forgot mine😔” and “one pair of pants is probably enough for the whole week, right?”

♡ - you’ll have to be the responsible one tbh but he’s always right there if you need anything and he’d step up in an instant if you asked him to. it’s only bc he feels so comfortable with you that he lets himself relax so much and truly be himself, so he’s eternally grateful that you look out for him when he needs it

♡ - asks to be involved in whatever you choose to do on the plane bc he wants to spend that time with you

♡ - if you have trouble speaking up, he’d happily do it for you. need accommodations?need to ask someone to move so you can go to the bathroom? he’s got you

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Soul:

♡ - gets pulled over at security for something really bizarre (a cool rock he found that makes it look like he’s smuggling drugs, a jar of loose coins of various types, the creepiest figurine imaginable that he decided was cute, etc, etc)

♡ - might need your help with translating some things depending on where you’re flying out of/to (he could probably figure it all out on his own, but he likes being able to rely on you so he doesn’t have to channel all of his energy into making himself understood)

♡ - traveling exhausts him tbh but hugs and spontaneous kisses help him recharge!

♡ - equally likely to distract you from nerves by starting fun conversations or reaching out and reassuring you with physical affection

♡ - hoards the little snacks they give out on the airplane and offers them to you as surprise gifts later

♡ - watches everyone else’s screen on the plane instead of his own lol (he’s invested in the movie two rows up leave him be)

♡ - wants to try to learn a few phrases of the local language on the plane if you’re traveling somewhere with a native language he doesn’t speak

♡ - if you fall asleep on the plane expect to have random braids in your hair when you wake up (it’s not his fault that he wanted something to do with his hands and in his defense he finds you absolutely adorable with them. esp finds it endearing if you leave them in bc that’s his handiwork you’re showcasing)

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Jongseob:

♡ - might share some of your travel anxiety, but instead of making him distant it just makes him more invested in getting you both there safely and being conscious of your needs. you can be certain that he’s done his research, and you’ll always be safe and taken care of when he’s by your side

♡ - the most difficult part of flying with him is getting him to wake up early tbh. he’ll be slumped against you in a half-successful back hug while you scan the departures board for your gate bc he’s still half asleep

♡ - effortlessly cool and fashionable even with messy hair and comfortable clothes

♡ - soft kisses to your temple and warm hands brushing against yours when he wants to get your attention

♡ - wants to switch off picking songs to listen to on the plane (or listen to a combined playlist of each of your interests) with shared earbuds bc he thinks it’s an important way to share your interests and emotions with each other

♡ - before you even ask he’s handing you a Nintendo switch controller and encouraging you to play something with him (dw he finds you adorable no matter if you’re terrible at it or if you kick his ass when it comes to gaming)

♡ - prefers pushing the armrest up so you can lean into each other and just be close (he isn’t super cuddly/touchy in public, but he enjoys the casual proximity. and sometimes the urge to dote on you is too strong to be contained)

♡ - not really the type of person to speak up and ask the flight crew if he needs something, but the second you need something he’s on his feet and advocating for you

#p1h #p1harmony #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony x reader #piwon x reader #p1h imagines #traveling with piwon #yoon keeho x reader #choi taeyang x reader #choi jiung x reader #hwang intak x reader #haku shota x reader #kim jongseob x reader #p1ece #feel free to lmk if there are grammatical errors lol this has been sitting in my drafts for so long #♡#☁️#🌙#💞

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