yuzuksi

[yuzuksi]

HII ITS FINE I DONT MIND HAHAHHSHH

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[yuzuksi]

“bl name?” and it’s fuckass zerobaseone

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crosswalks in my mind are shaky, so please hold on tight

pairings: sungchan x yn genre: angst.... missed chances.... all the works...yada yada... wc: 1565 words summary: sungchan writes a letter to YN, reflecting on their relationship and what could have been.

Dear YN,

I am sitting here at your favourite bench by the park that we used to walk in daily 10 years ago. All I can hear now is the shrilling drills of construction because they are repurposing this space for something else. I can hear your voice — or at least, the memorised voice of you in my head — bemoaning the construction if you were here, and how you’d threaten to write to the authorities to stop this construction from going ahead. And I'd sit here and listen to you, like I always do. No matter how ridiculous you sounded. If they keep changing this park, will our memories fade with it or will the stain on this bench from your orange juice 9 years ago still conjure the same you that I fell in love with? 

You chose this bench because it is right next to a bright red postbox. “That way you’ll never get lost when finding me here. Oh, and I like red.” Yes. It was your favourite colour but you did not have to tell me because everything you owned was the shade of crimson that flooded my cheeks whenever you were even an inch closer to me. And now I am writing this letter, next to your chosen postbox, 10 years down the road, addressing you in hopes of letting you know how I truly felt. Whether I will end up dropping this piece of paper into the slot, is another question altogether.

When you called me a few months back, I left an important meeting just to hear the inflection in your voice again. The same old voice that reverberated my very being, but with a tinge of maturity that kept me on the edge. You called me to invite me to your wedding. “Oh, congratulations.” was all I remembered saying. Honestly, I did not know what else I was expecting to hear from you, given that we’ve not spoken in over a year. Was I expecting you to tell me that you wanted to rewind back to 8 years ago and that you saw the spark in my eye that one night we were out here, sitting on this bench? Or that you missed the irritating way that my voice’s pitch changed when I am talking to you? I told you that I could not make it for the wedding because there’s an important meeting keeping me in town. I did not tell you that it was because I could not bear to watch you look at Anton today, up in that altar, with the same glistening sheen of your eyes that you once looked at me with. With that same smile that I see everywhere around me now: in the seashells, in the park bends, and in the curve of a tree branch. While you walk down that altar, I pace around this rerouted park, my paths endlessly blocked by stupid red tape. And there is no one else to blame here but me.

“Walking is poetic,” you told me. That was how we came to our daily walking ritual back when our lives revolved around crack of dawn lectures and midnight trances from energy drinks. “It’ll help with your writing, I promise you.” I had to go. Not because I was a subpar creative writing major with a waning motivation for my art, but because it was you. I did not realise it then, but all the words typed out or scrawled over those 4 years were driven by you. You hid in between the letters, weaving in and out of it, barely escaping the grasp I tried to have over you through my sentence construction. And so we walked. We walked when the orange glow of the sun landed on your face, so goddess-like, it made my speech stutter; we walked when the world offered us nothing but muddied yellow; we walked when we had to wear snow boots to prevent the snow from seeping into our already frost-bitten feet; and we walked when the flowers were gesturing their first salutation to the earth. Only through our walking did I know that you always wore shoes a size bigger than usual so that you would not get blisters. I knew that to match your pace meant walking less than half of my average speed, in hopes that our synced up footsteps meant that your heartbeat could sync up with mine. Yes, walking was poetic, if poetic meant that I got to pass the doomed ticking of the clock with my memorisation of you. 

I should have told you that night, and I know that you can identify exactly which night I am talking about because I still remember the way your eyebrows softened. How your eyes were brimming with affection that could not be anything short of love. It was 11pm. We had an assignment due the following day. You needed a break and I could not say no to you. And so we went. When it would usually be the flickering washed-out white streetlights caressing your face, that night, it was the rainbow fluorescent lights carelessly hung around the travelling fair. I can still feel the stickiness of your fingers from the overpriced caramel popcorn we got, clinging into the very fabric of my palm, infusing you into me. We never ended up taking any of the rides, of course. But we walked, we laboured through because that was the only thing we were good at. We eventually found ourselves on this bench, staring out onto the silhouette of the fair as distant laughter and chatter choked up the silence between us. 

None of us said anything for a long time. But when I glanced at you from the corner of my eyes, you were already looking at me. And that was when I saw it, I saw my own visage carved out in the shape of your pupil. There were no words needed because it took us all those steps over the years to get us to where we are. Our love was encased in our silly daily ritual. What are rituals anyways, if not to devote ourselves to a higher being, in the same way my body devoted itself to yours throughout all those nights. God, Y/N. For a writer, I was inept at finding the words to tell you how I feel; would you have said yes if I had spewed inarticulate jargon and carefully wrapped it in the paper of ‘I wish we never had to stop walking’? 

It has been years and I see you in the brief flicker of cheap string lights; I hear you in the constant whirring of the airvent right above my desk; I feel your warmth even in the bustling 5pm crowd back home. You made me feel bigger than myself, that all those times we were walking were leading us to a destination, a destination where I found who I was as writer, and subsequently, who I was to you and myself. All our superfluous teenage tears culminated in our hope for a future for ourselves, and I always assumed that that future consisted of me and you. After all, how lucky was I to have found someone that made me want to be a good person? It is an ineffable kind of ache to want to surpass oneself, to make oneself seem shockingly visible as a declaration of wanting to be loved. I wanted to dominate all the headlines, to become a world-renowned philanthropist, to solve a decades-long crisis to profess and convince you: look at how you made me feel. Your love changed me, inside and out. It is a blessing to wake up everyday, knowing someone out there believes in you, like how you believed in me. 

It eludes me how we ended up walking away from each other after our solidified ritual. I will admit, sometimes I come to this bench praying that you will emerge from the mass of strangers. I think a part of me still completes this route everyday, in hopes that you would appear one of these days. Or perhaps this was a ritual of death after all, and my — our — continuous walk was a meditation toward the sobering fact that you were to fade away simply because I could not conjure the words to get you to continue orbiting with and within me. That was a failure on my end, and it is my punishment to watch our cosmology become one of many in the wider galaxy. To watch it slowly become absorbed into a black hole we were warned of since its conception, but refused to do anything to save ourselves from it. I will atone this for as long as I live. There is no use harping on failure. I should have told you how I felt about you that night, and that is final.

Maybe life would have been different for us if I did. A million anagrams left to be rearranged into three simple words. 

I am sorry, and I hope that you are happy. 

Please, be happy. 

There is nothing left for us now in this ever-changing place anyway.

Sincerely,

Your Sungchan

—

He slid the letter into a maroon envelope and dropped it into the postbox; it was missing a stamp and unaddressed.

He turned and walked away.

[yuzuksi]

bf texts w/ taesan! (*^^*) requested

pairing: non-idol or idol!taesan x fem!reader ; genre: fluff, crack (?) ; warnings: mention of food, nyan cat ? 😅 ; @kstrucknet !

maia’s note: not my finest work i fear.. it’s okay tho i luv taesan. and bonedo. and yeah. also let’s pretend mcr are having a concert in korea for this 😁. likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!! 💗

please do not copy, repost, or translate.

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"You Got Me Misunderstood"

we can't be friends — ariana grande

fake texts with zb1, them sending pics.

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nerdy (as in walking encyclopedia lol) gf x zb1 pretty please 🥺

nerdy gf x zb1 members

members: 9/9

fluff, cute, daily, (the caption says gf, but i didn't use any gender-related pronouns)

💌: for days, i was wondering why no one was sending topics. BUT i was looking at false notifications section! sorry if i'm too late! i tried to write something as soon as i saw it! sorry for my typos it was a bit tired while writing this!!!

tiny note: english is my 2nd language (and it's a bit weak). if there is a topic you want, pls send it to me by clicking the "💌" button!

sung hanbin

he would listen to what you were saying with lovely eyes.

he would play with your hands and hair while you explain the information you had just learned.

he would kiss your cheeks while you are talking.

"i listened to you! now you should take care of me. let's hug!"

he would research that subjects you like and buy you books on that subject.

if you talk too much while eating (about lessons etc.), he would start feeding you.

"eat something first, my love; your knowledge won't disappear when you take a break."

kim jiwoong

you would tell him interesting information about a country/city, and he would buy a ticket there the next day.

he would love to ask you interesting questions (like you are the wisest person in the world.)

"so who first called the square 'square'?"

he would try to learn more about the topics you are interested in by reading the books you read.

he would really listen to you when you tell him something about your study.

if he saw news about something you told, etc., he would send it to you immediately.

"this is about what you told me last time!!"

zhang hao

you would study hard but still get the same grades with him.

"don't always study! make time for me, too!"

he would study with you because you weren't paying attention to him while studying.

"if i solve this question, will you kiss me?"

he would hug you while you were explaining something you just learned.

"instead of telling these scientific stuff, tell me how much you love me, my love."

he would play with your hair while you were studying.

when you asked him a question about the lesson, even if he didn't know the answer, he would try to say something so as not to admit that he didn't know.

seok matthew

"i cooked pancakes for my clever love!"

since you are working so hard, he would try to find ways to reduce your fatigue.

he would learn how to massage for your back pain.

he would always cheer you up when you were stressed.

"it's so sexy and cool that you know so much!"

he would praise you in crowded places.

"my love is very hardworking and smart!"

kim taerae

he would try to annoy you with hypothetical questions.

"water boils at 100 degrees." "uh... what if it doesn't boil?"

he would play games while you sat on his knees, explaining the information you had just learned.

you would gossip about your other hardworking friends.

"you are the smartest one, my love."

when you sat down for study, he would get bored because you didn't spend time with him.

he would still bring you your favorite snacks and drinks.

you would drink your energy drink stocks together.

shen ricky

he would send you tv series edits (the hardworking boss and his sweet girlfriend.) "look, this is us!" (you're the one who's the boss)

he would fix your clothes while you read your notes one last time before exams.

when you were too tired to wash your face, he would gently wipe your face with cotton pad.

he would buy you little gifts before every exam.

he would draw you while you were studying.

kim gyuvin

if you talk too much, he would hug you tightly and kiss you.

he would come up with cute nicknames for you being a hard worker.

he would praise you repeatedly.

"my super smart, cool, and amazing love!"

he would make sure whether you had eaten or not.

if you study too long hours, he would distract you so you could take a break.

if you don't take a break, he would pick you up and take you outside for a walk.

"he is very smart and chose me. so i am the best choice!"

when he saw a hardworking person and a fun person as a couple in a TV series, he immediately compared you two.

park gunwook

he would compete with you.

"no, that information you said was denied in 2022. Keep your information up to date, my love."

you would wear your glasses and read a book until late hours.

you blushed when he kissed you. "you're tricking me with kisses so you can get a higher grade than me!" "aren't you fooled?"

after a romantic moment, he would annoy you by asking you a question he knew you didn't know.

you would try out the ridiculous information you just learned together. (like falling in love when you look into someone's eyes for x seconds)

you would love to dm mathematical jokes at each other, and you would laugh at the nerdiest jokes together.

you would study together.

"let's kiss each other for every 30 questions we solve!"

han yujin

*you lecture him for hours* "oh... i get it." (he didn't get it)

"i don't understand because I'm looking at you while you're teaching!"

you would skip school with his plan.

you'd complain all day about missing class.

if you complained too much, he would kiss you on the cheek. (afterwards, you would both be very embarrassed and remain silent.)

the teacher would sit you next to each other to help him with the lesson.

he would watch you the whole class while you listened carefully and took notes.

if you fell asleep while studying, he would bring you snacks.

he would write y♡ (the initials of your name) on the side of your notebook page

thank you! have a nice day! 🔬

[yuzuksi]

gunwook using his hands to tease reader... reader would probably be sobbing crying and wookie is still using his hands having no mercy at all 😞😞

cw fingering, clit play, nipple play, talks of masturbation and porn, mentions of oral (f!receiving) and sex, crying (nothing bad), kind of mean!gunwook 18+ MDNI

✉️ ... kind of got carried away with this. enjoy!

Okay, okay… best friend!Gunwook asking reader about her masturbation habits and it turns into something more…

“Do you watch porn?” Normally, you would be appalled by him asking such a question, but with his hands cupping your breasts, thumbing at your tight nipples, you can’t think straight. You can’t even remember how you got into this conversation in the first place. Something about a first kiss? No, that wasn’t right– Your thoughts are interrupted by one of Gunwook’s large hands lowering to your stomach, continuing its path downward. “Spread your legs,” he mutters softly. 

You obey, spreading your knees apart as you answer him. “Sometimes.”

His fingers splay out over your belly, inching lower. “What kind?” God, you couldn’t focus on answering him when you were finally feeling his hands on you. A sensation you never thought would occur. The thought had your eyes watering. He’d barely done anything but you were so desperate. “Do you watch guys and girls? Group stuff? Or do you like watching solo stuff?”

“Um–” Your mind goes blank. “I don’t know–” He traces his fingers lightly over your inner thigh, moving closer to your pussy but not quite touching it yet.

“Do you like watching guys jerk off? Or do you prefer watching girls get fucked?” He leans in slightly, his voice a low murmur. Your eyes water a little more, a combination of frustration from being denied his touch and embarrassment from his questions. He doesn’t pay any mind to it, simply reaching up to wipe at a tear that leaks out from your left eye. His fingers are now barely an inch away from your pussy.

Gunwook chuckles softly at the whimper you let out. “Which turns you on more, princess? Seeing a big cock slide into a tight pussy? Or watching a guy stroke himself?”

“Both,” you manage to get out.

His smirk widens. “Goddamn, you are such an innocent little pervert.” His fingers lower, spreading your lips slightly. Another tear falls from your eyes. “When you watch porn, do you make yourself come? Do you use your fingers?” His fingers tease closer to your clit. “Have you ever used a toy on yourself?” You whimper, head fuzzy with all of the questions he’s asking, and your hips involuntarily buck against his hand. “Shh… Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His finger finally grazes your clit, making another sound leave your throat. Then, it begins to circle slowly.

“Yes…” His smile turns smug. He presses a little harder on your clit, feeling how hard it’s become.

“You’ll have to show me next time.” Tears fall down your cheeks, but it’s like they’re invisible to Gunwook. Instead, your best friend presses his finger against your clit more firmly, making you gasp. And then, it’s sliding down to your entrance, tracing around your hole and feeling how wet you are. “You’re so fucking wet baby.” He slowly pushes a finger inside you, watching your face for a reaction. To his satisfaction, more water falls down your cheeks–but it’s in a good way. You don’t have to say anything for him to know that. 

He pushes his finger deeper, trying to be gentle with his movements despite his urges. “Is this what you do when you touch yourself?” He moves his finger in. Then out. Then back in before removing it from you, making you whine. Gunwook brings his wet finger to his mouth, sucking on it to taste you. His eyes roll back slightly at the taste. “So perfect…” He leans in to kiss you deeply, sharing your taste. “You’re gonna take my fingers first, okay? Then my tongue. And then…” He smirks against your lips, his hand moving back between your legs. He adds a second finger this time, pushing them inside you slowly. “My cock.”

[yuzuksi]

hanbin and jiwoong both having an interest in perfumes...ik borrowing hoodies/clothes from them must smell so good <//3

i can say for sure that bleu de chanel smells so good… i would jump hanbin’s bones in an instant!

going for a late night drive with hanbin and you forgot to chuck on a hoodie. you shiver in your short sleeved t-shirt, a reminder that it’s not as warm as you initially thought. he notices immediately. “you should’ve worn something warmer,” he scolds gently, already shrugging off his zip-up hoodie before you can protest. “hanbin, it’s fin-” “just wear it,” he insists, draping it on your shoulders. his scent is warm and familiar and it wraps around you like a blanket. you glance at him but he’s just smiling, happy that you gave into him. “better, my love?” you nod at him, burying your nose in the fabric. he really did smell like home <3

curled up with jiwoong on his couch while watching him flick through the movies on the screen again. you were supposed to leave a while ago but his apartment was so comfortable you just wanted to stay. he glances over at you as you rub your arms in an attempt to keep you warm. he stands up without a word, returning moments later with a sweater as he helps you put it on, the sleeves too long for your arms. the scent was intoxicating and it reminded you of jiwoong and the way he acted; confident yet gentle. “you look cute,” he murmurs, amused at how you inhale the scent of the sweater.

[yuzuksi]

zb1 and tattoo worship plss...I love their tattoos so bad I just want to kiss on them. or bite them. or lick them or something like 🧍‍♀️

(you're such a mood. i'll do this for matthew, hanbin and ricky btw. if you need any other members for this exact request, do let me know!)

these three really love it when you show love to their tattoo. each and every single one of them holds a special and unique meaning. so they feel loved yet turned on when you kiss, lick or bite them. do mind, if you nibble on their tattoo, they'll slightly squirm, especially ricky. ricky's tattoo (the role model tattoo) is situated on his neck. and they say the neck is sensitive to touch. so you took advantage of it.

hanbin, too, will squirm but probably not as much as ricky. it's more of soft panting than squirming. matthew is pretty equal to hanbin, but one thing the three of them share in common is that they will definitely lean to your mouth/tongue.

to sum this up, show some love to their tattoos. they love it so much.

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falling in love with life ; hanbin zb1

synopsis ; grim reaper hanbin always appears at one’s last moment. that’s just who he is. he never wondered on how it’s like to be alive. but after certain few deaths in a row, he notices how the reader is always nearby, as if they are a sign of death too. curious, he starts to observe you. but what happens when he starts to wonder on how it feels to be alive?

genre ; angst, grim reaper!hanbin, death x life, deaths, not sure if it should count but i read the book thief a couple of years ago and i am not so sure if you can consider this to be inspired by that

pairings ; hanbin x reader

word count ; 1.8k words

“time of death, 10:43am. cause of death, heart failure.”

hanbin was a grim reaper, always appearing at one’s last moment. some might say you are lucky if you see him though, that gorgeous face being one of the last things you will see before you move on.

hanbin was at a children’s hospital, reading out little notes about the passed one. hanbin, who typically doesn’t feel emotions, has one weak spot which was towards kids who died too young or those who died unfairly. so he made one exception for them. he would allow them to appear in their loved ones’ dream for one final goodbye before he accompanies them to the after life.

in front of him now, in the ward, was a translucent soul of the child that just passed. upon her passing, her parents were in the room, sitting down, crying and stunned. the child looks at them, calling out mom and dad but they could not hear her.

it was a regular occurrence for hanbin, this was something he saw almost every single day. but his heart aches for the little girl.

hanbin bends down to reach the child’s eye level. she was just seven.

“kiddo,” he start to say. “do you want to talk to your mom and dad one last time?”

the child looks at him, all confused. “i’m not … seeing them anymore?”

hanbin shook his head, giving a soft smile. “i’m letting you see them one more time. you should have a chance at goodbyes. you want that, don’t you?”

the child nods, a little confused but she so desperately wanted to talk to her parents again. hanbin smiles at her, giving a soft pat on her shoulder. he leaves the room momentarily, letting the child look at her parents in privacy.

about to leave the room, the door opens, stumbling into the room and coming into face to face with him. of course, you could not see him. processing the scene in front of you, you apologised for the interruption. you had a bag with you and looked through it, before taking out a bag of oranges and a packet of dumplings, handing it to the grieving parents.

hanbin stared at you, looking at what you were doing. as far as he knew, you were a stranger. you had no ties to the family. hanbin knew he should have paid no attention to you. you were just a regular passer-by who stumbled into the wrong room. but yet for some reason, he was a little intrigued by you.

but he couldn’t figure out why.

“time of death, 12:58pm. cause of death, car accident.”

hanbin was now in the middle of the road, standing beside a car accident. the translucent soul of a middle-aged man was standing right in front of him. hanbin clicked his tongue in annoyance. “were you drinking?”

the middle-aged man shook his head. “what, no!” he denies, looking around the scene. he sees his lifeless body in the driver’s seat. he turns to look at hanbin, his already translucent soul getting even paler. “wait … are you-“

hanbin cuts him off, rolling his eyes. “don’t lie to me,” he said, his anger levels rising. there’s one thing that hanbin hated the most and that was careless people. those who risked the lives of others. “you were drinking in the middle of the day and even though you were clearly drunk, you still drove?”

the middle-aged man start to protest, disagreeing. even after death, he still had pride on the line.

hanbin puts his hand out, cutting his words off. “i’m not hearing it,” hanbin says. “you should be thankful you are the only one dead and not anyone else-“

hanbin stops talking as he looks over to the bystanders gathering on the side of the road. he spots you, again. this was the second time he had seen you in a day. the second death you witnessed.

“what now?” the man asked, desperate. “can i at least see my wife again-“

“no.”

hanbin looks at you one more time, wondering what would you do. he sees you calling for an ambulance and running towards the car, trying to drag the lifeless body of the soul that was in front of him out of the car. hanbin was confused about you. why would you do that? no one else was doing anything, why were you so different?

“time of death, 4:14pm. cause of death, fire.”

hanbin turns to another person.

“time of death, 4:16pm. cause of death, fire.”

this time, it was a whole group of souls he had to accompany. a fire broke out at an office building and even though there were more casualties than deaths, it was still much more than one. the fire was still ongoing, so the number of souls he had to accompany was only going to get bigger and bigger.

while gathering all the confused souls, he spots you in the crowd, again. what is this? he thought. why are you everywhere? everywhere you went, you left a trail of death behind.

hanbin, confused, looks at you once more. intrigued on what you would do. then, as if you had no bright idea ever in your life, you made a run into the burning building. hanbin was shocked. what the-?

without even thinking much, he ran after you. he followed you into the building. he was a grim reaper, he couldn’t be killed twice. the fires had no effect on him. he lost sight of you but he searched the entire building, looking for you. was this how you both will officially meet? with your stupid idea of running into a burning building?

then, he hears a cough from the distance. he headed towards the sound, wondering whether it was you or another possible casualty. he sees you in a distance, carrying someone on your back. hanbin, looks at you confused. you were willing to risk your life to save another? he felt a sudden surge of anger. how could you be so careless? why did you care about another person’s life more than your own? especially since it was a stranger.

he watched you struggle but before the fire went even bigger, you and the person you saved made it out. alive.

despite all the confused souls of the dead wandering around, hanbin could not take his eyes off you. who are you?

hanbin put his duties aside. he has worked for over hundreds of years. he should have some time off. he have only existed for the pure purpose of accompanying people to the afterlife. but now, he was quietly following you from behind.

he wasn’t a stalker or anything, he was just intrigued by you. and hanbin was almost certain that something may happen to you so he wanted to be there as soon as you passed, not because he wanted to prevent it from happening.

he follows you into your apartment. and even though you could not see him at all, hanbin stayed at the balcony so that he was out of your way. he observed you from the balcony. he looks at how you start to prepare your own food, how you start to play some music, how you stopped making food momentarily just to dance along to the music. he looks at how you start singing alone, completely ignoring the food you were cooking.

hanbin cringed a bit, he could sense the food was getting burnt. but he forgets all about it, looking at how you dance to the music. you made the moves look effortless, hanbin was already more intrigued by you. you had witnessed multiple deaths on that very day, and yet, somehow, you made sure you had something to look forward to.

hanbin stays at the balcony, eyeing you carefully. you were different from everyone he had seen so far.

and he hoped you stayed that way.

hanbin was back on your balcony, looking at how you were crying over a tv show. humans were always a symbol of worthless to him. humans do the same things over and over again and most often, they die with a meaningless death, leaving a meaningless life behind. but yet you were so different. he has watched you laugh, cry, be angry and be so, so happy. how did you do it?

this became a regular occurrence. hanbin would fulfil his grim reaper duties throughout the day but by the evening, he was on your balcony, observing you. at times when you were out, he would follow you from afar, just in case you died.

he had follow you to little hang outs with your friends, seeing how you smile and laugh with them. for once, he loved seeing your smile. he probably has the way you smile memorised into his head already. it was the way you brighten up the room with your presence alone, managing to bring a smile on hanbin’s face too.

seeing the way you live your life, hanbin had a thought. what if he was alive? how would that feel? would he be like you too, helping everyone and making everyone smile? but hanbin was okay with still being a grim reaper. he got to see how you live your life. he saw the way you were so happy with just being alive. and with that, he was content.

hanbin was content that he, the grim reaper, was falling in love with life.

hanbin watches you get into the car after a hangout with your friend. this has now being going a months. he fell for life, and a part of him desperately wishes he was alive. he had never wanted to be alive before meeting you. and yet you, you were something.

he kept telling himself that he is only watching you in case you die and he should be there right at that moment. he could not afford to have a lost soul roaming around the streets. that would end up making you a ghost.

as you drive off, hanbin felt a gut-wrenching pain. oh no.

it was time.

hanbin knew he should not argue against the higher-ups, but he could not let you die. no. he had to stop it. out of everyone, you did not deserve it.

hanbin tries again and again to manifest something, but his abilities just stopped at accompanying those to the afterlife.

he could not change what’s already decided.

but that doesn’t meant he shouldn’t try.

he quickly follows your car, trying to harness any power in him to stop anything that could cause your death. hanbin simply won’t allow it to happen. not you. anyone but you-

he saw it. he witnessed everything. he sees you. and you-

saw him?

“time of death—” hanbin starts to say against his will. “—12:04am, cause of death, car accident.” his voice was soft.

why, out of everyone, did it have to be you? why did he, the grim reaper, have to fall for you?

death and life can’t mix. and even though you were dead, you still had the shot of being alive. but him?

he was the grim reaper, who is never alive, and who can never be alive.

he shouldn’t have fallen for life.

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[yuzuksi]

seven days a week (but not really)

zb1 hyungs (01 and older) x fem!reader smut | ~1k each

jiwoong, zhang hao, hanbin only bc this took me a while (i got carried away with hanbin’s)

with your boyfriend debuting, he’s been busier than usual but he makes time for you as much as he can, or your bf is busy but not busy enough to stop loving you

18+ MDNI CW: AFAB reader, eating out, fingering, p in v sex, no protection (wrap it up!!), riding, creampie, size kink, reader is shorter, choking in hanbin’s, reader wears a skirt in hao and hanbin’s, manhandling, use of pet names (pretty girl, baby, love, etc), slightly mean dom jiwoong, pussy drunk and kinda mean dom hao, rough sex with dom hanbin, oh also everyone got big …..

jiwoong

your boyfriend comes home from one of his schedules late as always. you’d made dinner for him, reheated it twice and eventually gave up on waiting, falling asleep in the living room with some reality show droning in the background. jiwoong finds you in your shared apartment looking peacefully asleep, he would’ve thought the sight was adorable if not for how his shirt swallowed your frame and rode up your plush thighs in your slumber. your pink underwear peaked out from the hem and jiwoong reminded himself that you’d visited him at music bank just yesterday, both of you disappearing right after his performance and coming back disheveled, but he was already getting worked up. he groaned as you stirred and his shirt rode up revealing your tummy, he wanted nothing more than to press kisses to it trailing them up your body until-

no he had to let you rest, he’d eat the dinner you made and then carry you to bed, you deserved some rest after waiting up for him. jiwoong dutifully changed his clothes into his sleepwear, just a pair of boxers, and then ate the food you made. although he’d been quiet you woke up from the sound of the microwave beeping, you grumbled as you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend sitting at the dinner table. lazily, you made your way over to him, jiwoong pushing back in his chair as you wordlessly sat on his lap. you sat sideways, graciously allowing him to reach his plate still. he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you squinted and adjusted to the dim light of the kitchen. “my pretty girl’s cooking is the best.” jiwoong must have been hungrier than he realized because he was finishing the meal in record time. now he could give you all his attention.

“hmm you like it?” you rested your head against the hard plane of his chest, you’d only realized then that he was shirtless.

“so good baby, sorry i made you wait.” he pressed another kiss to your head, breathing in your strawberry shampoo and the smell that was just so deliciously you.

“it’s okay, i don’t mind, makes me feel like a housewife.” you giggled at your own words, not thinking too deeply before saying them but god did they affect jiwoong. images of you with his kids running around all day flashed in front of his eyes and he sighed out in agony, he was really trying to compose himself, but you made it so hard. you felt him harden underneath you, making a small noise of confusion as you sat up in his lap. jiwoong winced at the movement, you weren’t helping in the slightest. you were looking at him, he could feel your pretty wide eyes staring at him expectantly.

“you need rest.” he said sighing as he finally met your gaze, forever a brat you shook your head no and you noticed his lips twitch as if he was holding back a laugh.

“i need you.” jiwoong was patient, his members said he was so mature and calm but not when it came to you, his resolve crumbled just from a look. he pulled you up with him as he got off the chair, your legs going around his hips as he sat down on the sofa where you’d slept.

“show me.” he leaned back, eyeing you up and down on his lap and you flushed at his gaze, you knew what he wanted and your fingers shook as they dipped underneath the edge of his shirt and pulled your underwear down and then off your legs. jiwoong watched your every move like a predator, even if he was letting you use him he was still the one in control and the thought alone made your blood rush south. he crossed his arms, intent on just watching and you pouted as you pulled his hard length free from his boxers. it was red and throbbing in your hand, always so thick and heavy in your hold and you gulped down as you leaned up on your knees to fit him in. the only time he did move was so he could lift his shirt up and see your pretty little cunt swallow his length. you breathed out slowly, your cheeks puffing out and you scrunched your nose in concentration as you slowly lowered down. “relax doll, you’re clenching me so hard i won’t last long.” you nodded as you finally bottomed out, letting yourself adjust and easing up your grip as you did so. you put your hands on jiwoong’s broad shoulders as you began to rise up and down and take his length as well as you could. it never felt as good as when he fucked you, he knew just how to make you come again and again and the feeling of building pleasure was never like how he made you feel. you needed him, not his stupid perfect dick. and jiwoong could tell, from how pouty your lips had gotten and how you didn’t bounce with as much fervor as when he touched you. he was just waiting for you to admit it. “jiwoongggg” you whined out his name, lighting hitting his chest and he huffed out a laugh, gripping your waist before he pounded up into you. you moaned at the feeling, he was relentless bouncing you on his length so hard and fast you were squirming in his hold. your slick combined with his was coating your thighs and no doubt his balls, you whined his name insisting that you were close and he held you close as he angled himself to fuck you deeper, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. you cried out his name as your orgasm hit you like a truck, your legs shaking as jiwoong continued to use your cunt. he came soon after, the way you clenched around him making him see stars as he filled you up. “my pretty little cunt, always so perfect for me.” he murmured into your shoulder, his hot come leaking out of you making you whine and jiwoong laughed at your actions promising you he’d fill you up properly tomorrow.

zhang hao

his pretty baby, he’d do anything to run to you right now but instead he was stuck in a meeting at the company. just one more hour and he’d be free. the trouble was you had sent a picture of your outfit this morning and all hao could see when he closed his eyes, when his mind drifted or when he didn’t try his damn best to focus on something else was your bare thighs in a mini skirt and knee high socks. the small glimpse of skin was enough to drive him crazy. it had been days since he last saw you in person so it was safe to say he was feeling desperate to be near you. the manager droned on about the upcoming week’s schedule, yes it was important but it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. all he could think about was being between your legs, heat traveling south and he sighed out in relief that he chose to wear an oversized shirt today. hanbin looked over at him suspiciously, noticing his pink ears and glazed eyes, god hao was so obvious sometimes it was a wonder the company hadn’t found out about you.

“alright that’s it.” finally after what felt like years the meeting had come to end and zhang hao didn’t even try to hide how quickly left the room, saying he needed to call his family privately. of course the members knew what really was happening since they’d greeted his parents on the phone just this morning but they withheld their remarks as they watched their hyung hightail it out of the room. he made it to your place pretty quickly, he’d made sure you were close to the company, just like their dorm, when you moved to a new place and of course one pout from your boyfriend was enough to convince you to move closer.

he’d shot you a text before the meeting, and you’d been waiting for him at your place. you usually worked from home and always made time for him when he popped by during his busy days. sure enough when you heard the front door open you quickly closed your work computer and practically skipped to the door to greet your boyfriend. hao grinned at you as he looked you up and down, watching you outstretch your arms to him, your crop top rode up and another sliver of your skin drove him crazy. yeah the real thing was much more maddening then that picture, hao decided. he embraced you pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could reach as you burrowed your face into his shoulder. he loved how much shorter you were than him, loved being able to cover you completely and especially the way he could feel your smile press into his skin.

“missed you so much today baby. you look so pretty,” you whispered a thanks to his skin, flushing as you met his adoring gaze.

“i missed you too hao, always do.” you kissed him, losing yourself in his soft lips and how he deepened the kiss so naturally, drawing your sweet breath as a gasp as he teasingly bit your lip. he pulled back after he was satisfied in getting you riled up, your small hands now scrunching his shirt material. hao watched as a string of saliva connected his lips to yours and it didn’t do anything to help his growing problem. your flushed cheeks and swollen lips made him dizzy.

“baby can i eat you out?” you flinched in shock and looked away from his gaze, feeling hot already and hao’s innocent seeming eyes were burning you up. you nodded shyly and he grinned like he hadn’t just asked something obscene, kissing you again and lifting you over his shoulder in a swift motion. hao laid you down carefully on your bed, making sure you were comfortable on the bed, prop your head up on a couple pillows like you liked so you could watch him, or at least struggle to watch him.

he laid down on the bed the plush of your thighs bulging out the top of your socks, his fingers tracing the skin and his cock throbbing in his pants just from how you shivered at the feather light touch. hao huffed out a laugh as he lightly shifted your skirt up, being pleasantly surprised at the lack of underwear. “sweetheart, were you waiting for me to find you like this?”

“n-no hao, it’s just comfier.” you weren’t very convincing you were sure, you had sent that picture to him with one objective and one only.

“hmm, is that right? even when you’re practically dripping?” he pried your legs open wider, watching the light catch on your slick cunt. you whined, covering your face with your hands and he laughed before pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. he continued teasing you like that making you whine as his strong arms kept you spread open for him. your heady scent and sweet noises were making him lose control slowly and so finally he let you win, pressing a prompt kiss to your clit and earning a hiss.

“so sweet,” he hummed mostly to himself as he pressed another kiss to your slick hole and you squirmed. the sweetness leaving him the next second as he pulled by the hips closer to his face, looping one leg over his shoulder as he licked a stripe down to your leaking hole. you followed his silent instruction your shaky leg moving to his shoulder as he dipped his tongue into you and drank you up. you cried out his name, already feeling on the edge of an orgasm. his sharp nose ground against your clit as he pulled more ichor from you and swallowed it down in one go, withdrawing when you felt close and moving to suck your clit as his pretty fingers circled your hole. without warning he dipped two fingers into you and you arched your back as he masterfully found the fleshy spot that made you shake. in seconds you were coming undone from his fingers, your wetness would no doubt stain your white skirt if not for zhang hao making sure to clean you up. you whined as he overstimulated you but he didn’t see like he would stop any time soon, you begged for him to stop.

“h-hao s’too much.”

“taste too good baby, just one more come on.” and with such pretty words hao was able to pull not one but two more orgasms from you. every time he made to clean you up, insisting that you were the sweetest taste in the world.

hanbin

you’d been at the dorm with hanbin, getting there before the other members came back from a schedule without him. he’d done a solo shoot for a magazine and you couldn’t keep your hands or desperate eyes off of him when you saw him all dolled up. now you were whining for him to hurry up with his shower, pawing at the bathroom door like a puppy. hanbin laughed at your desperation, he’d only left you for a few minutes and you were already whining for him. he was no better really but the makeup on his skin had began to bug him and although he liked staining your lips with his, he’d rather not see the reaction on his member’s faces at what you’d been doing. they’d be back pretty soon, he was doing his damn best to keep things tame between you two. when he heard his name leave your lips in a soft whine, his resolve shattered.

“baby the door’s been open, come join me.” you had no intention to join him in showering, instead just opening the door and propping yourself up on the sink counter. you could see his frame through the frosted shower screen, it did nothing to hide how unbelievably perfect your boyfriend was. you could make out his tattoos, his dripping wet hair, his strong arms and muscular build and worse of all his annoyingly pretty cock. despite the warmth rising to your cheeks and quickly moving south, you kept staring.

“i’m started to get creeped out baby.” hanbin ducked his head out, a smirk on his face at how unabashedly you’d been admiring him. you just pouted.

“not my fault you’re so hot.” he laughed before finishing up his shower, turning the water off and reaching for a towel. you made yourself useful, bringing it to him and motioning for him to lean down so you could towel his hair dry. he had to lean down quite a bit due to your height difference and now all he could see was your bare legs under your skirt, god you made it so difficult for him to be a good hyung. you dried his hair gently, not any bit as rough or careless as hanbin usually was and when you felt satisfied you handed him the towel and tilted his chin up, combing your fingers through it and styling it as you pleaded. hanbin watched your lips pout in concentration and your eyelashes bat as you worked under his scrutiny. he found you so adorable and more and more irresistible the closer he got to you. “there, my handsome binnie.” you loved his natural bare face and hair and hanbin’s eyes glazed over at the compliment and the way you said his nickname. standing up tall, he couldn’t help himself as he wrapped the towel around his waist and brought his hands up to cup your face and bring your lips to his. you gasped into the kiss, spreading your soft warm hands on his still damp broad chest, standing on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss and hanbin sighed contently into your lips. you were always so sweet and so soft and warm under his touch. anything he gave you you’d react so well he couldn’t help but tease you. you swung your arms around his neck pulling his hard chest against you and hanbin was still very aware that the only thing keeping him decent was a wryly bound towel. despite that he couldn’t help but mold your lips to his, sucking and biting at the plush of them as he grew hard against your stomach. he pulled back, finding the common sense to end this early but your pretty lips followed him pressing kisses to his bare face, neck and collarbones.

“my girl is so needy huh? the boys will be back soon.” he warned, cupping your face and swiping your warmed cheek with his thumb. you nuzzled into his hand playing with the drying hair at his nape.

“please binnie? i’ll be good.” you were begging, eyes glazed over and wide and watery from how badly you wanted him. hanbin would hold you to that promise. he didn’t waste any time then, he wasn’t sure how much there was left anyways and he needed to capitalize on that. lifting you up by the back of your thighs he placed you on the sink counter, making you finally his head level and you gasped as he practically tore your underwear off under your skirt. you grasped his shoulders as he pulled you towards the edge of the counter. he pressed two of his long fingers against your lips, and ever pliant you opened up and sucked them down to the knuckle swirling your tongue over them until hanbin was satisfied. although you’d never admit it you were sure you were already dripping onto the cool counter. he watched you with a smile the type that took over his entire face, if anyone saw him they’d think he was looking at a cute animal and not the love of his life prepping his fingers to finger them. with a pop he pulled his fingers from your plush lips and snuck them under your skirt, brushing your clit before collecting all your slick and diving into you. he was met with resistance, you clenching on his thick fingers as you whined out his name. “shhh baby, don’t want anyone to hear us do you?” you shook your head, opting to burrow your face into his neck instead to silence your moans. “so wet, so tight, so perfect for me, my good girl.” you clenched on him harder, his fingers grazing the fleshy spot inside and making it impossible for you to keep quiet. “look at me baby,” if there was one thing that drove hanbin crazy it was seeing your fucked out expression when he plunged into you. you did your best to maintain eye contact, your pretty face bobbing from the pace he set with his fingers before he pulled them and licked them clean, humming at how sweet you were, eyes still on you and a sob caught in your throat. you were so so close, he was making your blood boil, your legs shake, and your mind cloud over. all you wanted was hanbin, the room smelled like his shampoo and was filled with the sounds of your embarrassingly wet cunt getting fucked by his fingers. you watched him step back, hanging his towel instead in the drying rack as he lined up his hard cock at your entrance, he watched your expression as he collected your arousal, coating his own dick with it and sliding in. hanbin gave you time to adjust, the tip of his stupid long cock bullying your cervix and you breathed out slowly with a nod to get him to move. he was a man on a mission, you both had to come quickly and look fairly normal when you left the bathroom. as if sensing the worst possible time to come home, hanbin heard the front door open and he clasped a hand over your mouth as he pulled out and plunged back in. you whined against his hand, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your boyfriend filled you up.

“stay quiet.” he whispered into you ear and caged your neck with the hand that had been on your mouth. you bucked with his thrusts, the sheer force he was fucking you with making you knock things down as you got shoved up the surface. he hissed at the sound, it wasn’t like it was pin drop silence in the bathroom anyways, the sound of your wet cunt swallowing him and the slap of his balls against your ass filled the room. the apartment was too quiet, he turned the sink on behind you with his free hand, the sound of rushing water disguising the obscene clapping of skin against wet skin. he felt close, you were still clenching around him, his hand on your neck applying pressure as he felt you leak down onto the counter. when he finally plunged into you, coming inside he choked you to keep you quiet as he flicked your clit and made you come along with him. you squirmed in his hold, clenching and milking him for everything he had, feeling dizzy from the pressure on your neck and the mind-numbing orgasm he brought you to. hanbin pulled out slowly, looking down and seeing his come slip out of you onto the counter and he pouted at the sight, shoving it back in you and putting your underwear on swiftly so it would stay there. he couldn’t have his pretty baby have his come spilling down their thighs, it was bad enough you looked ruined. “binnie-“

“hanbin hyung you home?” you heard gunwook yell out from the living room, the sound of the tv being on made him breathe out in relief. at least with the members distracted he had some chance of sneaking you out.

“yeah just showering up!” he yelled back, tucking your hair behind your ear as you looked up at him, standing on shaky legs. you closed your eyes from his touch, it felt so soft and gentle on your skin compared to moments prior when he used like a fuck toy, he was so hot and cold. you loved him more for it.

“you think you can walk?”

[yuzuksi]

Hanbin who loves and lets you lead the relationship, is literally so happy to get dragged around UNLESS it's the sheets, he calls the shots there and I fear I'm dying on this hill 😔

cw p in v unprotected sex, clit play, edging, dom & sub, mentions of Hanbin calling you Mommy, a little bit of mean Bin?, mirror sex 18+ MDNI

✉️ well yes anon, you absolutely are right. that is literally Hanbin to a T. adding this to my headcannons for him thank you babe >_<

Hanbin very much does everything in his power to make sure his girlfriend is always happy. He lets her boss him around quite often, carrying her bags and doing anything she tells him to. Many of his friends don’t hesitate to remind him that you’re the one to wear the pants in the relationship, how he probably calls you mommy in bed. Hanbin just laughs at their comments.

Because if only they could see you now–pussy dripping your juices just like the tears falling silently down your cheeks as he refuses you an orgasm again. The fifth one in a row, and your clit is starting to try and throb itself to a release. All because you’d indulged in his friends’ jokes. You’d said, "Yes, Hanbin’s the biggest sub I’ve ever seen,” but he’d laughed. He’d laughed, and you’d thought it was fine. But now, in your fuzzy mind, you remember the way his hand had tightened on your thigh as a silent warning. He’d told you you were in for it, and you hadn’t even listened.

“I’m the biggest sub you’ve ever seen, hmm?” Hanbin hums as his thumb brushes over your clit, making your hips jerk. “Then you’ve never seen yourself.” His breath is warm against your ear as he leans closer to you. “Should we change that? I’ve edged you enough, right?” You nod eagerly, wanting him to give in to you. The teasing smile that grows on his face as his thumb traces your bottom lip makes you whine. It’s a condescending kind of expression, like he thinks all you think about was him making you cum. And right now, that was absolutely correct. “Yeah… Let’s fix that.”

His hands are on your hips, flipping you over before you can even process what’s happening. And when you lift your head up from the comforter, you’re met with your reflection in the mirror–your hair’s a mess from the rough treatment, eyes glazed over, and marks littering your skin. Your eyes trail up a bit further to meet his in the mirror. They lack their usual sparkle, much more dark and intense than the looks he gave you in public. There was no objection, this Hanbin was in charge. A sharp gasp leaves you as he slowly begins to ease his length in you, his hands keeping your hips propped up and to keep you from squirming away. Taking his cock was always a bit difficult from the sheer heaviness that it would fill your pussy with.

“Does it turn you on how no one else gets to see you like this?” He punctuates his words with rough thrusts, his balls hitting your clit and you almost scream at the sudden movement. “All cute and submissive. All mine?”

“Yours!” you cry out in response, and Hanbin chuckles. As your whines and moans grow louder, the movement of his hips becomes faster and deeper, giving you the good fucking that’s always necessary to fix your bratty attitude. For the night at least. “Binnie– All yours.” He hums as he watches your half-lidded eyes in the mirror. “Boss me around all you want, but I know what you really need.”

[yuzuksi]

3 of Us - poly!haobin x reader

m.list

pairing: haobin x reader

genre: angst with happy ending

synopsis: hanbin and hao have a fight that leaves you in the middle

words: .9k

You stared up at the ceiling. Sandwiched between Hanbin and Hao, unable to toss and turn, you found yourself incapable of even catching a wink of rest. Their backs were turned away, oblivious to your restless night.

Earlier that evening, Hanbin and Hao engaged in a heated argument sparked by Hao's perceived "flirting" with an old friend at the market. Hanbin's reaction stemmed from his deep affection for you; he became upset with Hao for appearing excessively friendly towards the girl in your presence. It's true that you experienced a twinge of jealousy, with a tightness in your chest as you observed the way Hao tilted his head and smiled at her—the same way he usually did with you.

Despite all of that, you hesitated to bring it up. After all, he isn’t in contact with her, so why harbor any resentment? However, even though you mentally decided to let it go, your feelings manifested in your expressions and actions. Throughout the rest of the day, a subtle pout lingered on your face, and when Hao inquired about something, your responses were brief. Hanbin took note of all of this, but didn’t want to make a scene.

The moment the three of you reached home, Hanbin immediately pounced on the opportunity to call him out.

“So you’re just gonna act oblivious?” Hanbin raised his voice. Hao only laughed, thinking Hanbin was joking. “That girl. You were so obvious!”

You stayed silent, not wanting to start a fight, nor participate in one.

“She was just a friend that I hadn’t seen in a while.” Hao explained, raising his hands.

“The way you were acting. It was just disrespectful. Do you not notice when y/n is upset about stuff like this?” Tears welled in your eyes. You dreaded sparking a conflict between them, silently praying that Hanbin wouldn't address the underlying reason for your uncharacteristic behavior, devoid of your usual affectionate demeanor.

“Why do you always have to speak for her? Do you enjoy causing problems?” That's when it escalated beyond its initial scope. When you resort to a personal jab, you lose sight of the main issue and attempt to deliver an even more hurtful blow.

The remark ignited a shouting match between the two, spiraling into a confrontation where the original cause of their disagreement became unclear. Anger clouded their judgment, rendering the argument directionless. Despite your plea for them to stop, they remained deaf to reason. Their conflicts were infrequent, only arising from trivial matters.

You just wanted it to end. Even if Hao’s actions hurt your feelings, you knew he didn’t have malicious intent. He was just a friendly person. You also know Hanbin only came at him because of his love for you.  He couldn’t stand to see you upset without an apology.

The remainder of the night unfolded in silence. Not a word was spoken. Tension hung thick in the air, palpable enough to be sliced with a knife. The anger was so intense that neither of them could bring themselves to talk to you. Each person carried out their nightly routine in solitude.

None of you were angry enough to sleep separately. You thought about it, but neither of them raised the idea. Hanbin went to sleep first, followed by you, then Hao. They slept on their sides, both facing away from you.

Sleep eluded you as you dwelled on the unfolding events. You beat yourself up for allowing them to sleep harboring anger. You played out alternate scenarios in your mind, envisioning a timeline where you intervened promptly, and everyone went to sleep in a comforting embrace. Yet, even in that hypothetical situation, you couldn't escape the possibility of making Hanbin feel guilty for defending you.

You tuned into the gentle rhythm of their breathing, observing the subtle rise and fall of their shoulders. Thoughts of the morning ahead invaded your mind, anticipating the impending silence. The last thing you wished for was them waking up with furrowed brows and lingering pouts.

The echo of their hurtful words played on a loop in your mind. You couldn't shake off the realization that your own jealousy had fueled the current situation. A quiet sniffle escaped you as tears traced a path down the side of your face, dampening your pillow. 

The supposedly hushed sniffles didn't escape Hanbin's notice. He shifted to face you. "Trouble sleeping?"

Turning toward him, he glimpsed your slightly puffy eyes and pursed lips, prompting him to tenderly touch your cheek. "Is this about us? God, I'm so sorry, y/n."

"No need to apologize. It's my fault it happened in the first place," you self-criticized.

"It's not," he insisted, shaking his head vigorously. "Things got out of hand. At this point, it's nobody's fault."

“I just want it to be over. I don’t want anyone to be mad.” You held on to his hand.

Both of you directed your attention to Hao, who was now propped up on both elbows.

“I’m sorry. I was being dismissive and mean.” He leaned towards you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you and being mean too.” Hanbin returned the apology.

“Now kith,” you said, earning a laugh from the both of them.

Hanbin positioned himself between the two of you, encircling his arms around you both, drawing you closer. You and Hao intertwine your hands over Hao’s chest, blowing air kisses at each other. The three of you drifted off to sleep, accompanied by a harmonious chorus of soft snores, just as it was meant to be.

[yuzuksi]

reassurance . sung hanbin

pairing: bf!hanbin x gn reader

warnings: body dysmorphia, insecurities, cursing, reader is wearing a dress (anyone can wear dresses come on), hanbin is a sweetheart, angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, petnames (baby, love), hanbin calls reader gorgeous and stunning, very suggestive at the end, i'm so sorry this is not that good

song rec: all of me - john legend

a/n: sorry i haven't released anything for the past few days... here's this for now and i'll release something for my lunés soon! i will be getting to the many requests in my inbox after i get back from vacation, thank you all for requesting!! enjoy ♡

you sigh as you turn, looking at your reflection in the mirror. no matter how you look at it, you just don't like the way this dress looks on you. you move to sit on your bed but miss and slump on the floor instead.

you rest your elbows on your knees, covering your face with your hands. you just want to look good for your date. what if your boyfriend doesn't find you attractive anymore?

you waste about five whole minutes you should be spending getting ready as your boyfriend sits in the living room of your apartment.

you're on the verge of tears by the time you hear footsteps and the door to your bedroom swings open. you quickly wipe your tears, not wanting your boyfriend to see you fall apart.

"baby?" hanbin calls. "why are you on the floor?" he takes your arms and helps you stand. taking a good look at you, he's stunned nearly speechless. "holy shit. you look so gorgeous, my love."

"i look like a mess," you say, puzzled as to what he's seeing that you don't. "this dress makes me look like a whale."

he nearly chuckles at this, wrapping his arms around you and steering you towards the mirror to look at yourself again. he leans down to speak into your ear. "you're not a whale, baby, and even if you were, I'd still be in love with you. I'm not sure what you're seeing, but you look absolutely stunning." he pulls your hair back to kuss your neck.

you nearly melt into him. "i love you. and thank you. i'm still not sure if i want to wear this out of the house, but that definitely boosted my confidence."

"if you bear with me and wear it on our date, i'll make it up to you later," he says, winking at you through the reflection.

you smile, turning around in his arms. "you better."

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[yuzuksi]

do you have any dom gyuvin hcs 🤤 i love your works

thank you my love!! i hope you enjoy!

i think he would definitely initiate things by being even touchier than usual, hands lingering a little longer on your waist, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns. he’d pull you closer, making you believe he just wants to cuddle but you notice how his breathing changes, how his hold on you tightens. he presses lazy kisses against your neck, murmuring in a needy tone that he needs you so badly, needs you to ride him. he’d be so impatient and desperate that he’d guide you so that you’re sitting on his lap. he leans up to kiss you deeply and slowly, almost as if he’s savouring the way your lips feel. “that’s better,” he hums against your mouth, his hands wandering all over.

is it bad that i also think he wouldn’t be the most selfless person in bed? when you’re riding him (from behind btw, i see him as an ass man), he gets completely lost in his own pleasure, focused on chasing his own orgasm. he would tighten his grip on your hips, using you to empty his balls. “that’s it, bounce on my cock,” he moans breathily, starting to thrust up into you. he also loves how much he towers over you even when you’re riding him, looking in the mirror and commenting that you’re the perfect size for him to fuck.

he also loves cumming on your ass!!! would suddenly pull out when he’s close, cock throbbing as he aimed it at your ass. his cum would splatter across your skin, painting your asscheeks and claiming you as his. “y/n, y/n, y/n!” he’d pant as if it were a prayer, his breathing ragged as he emptied himself onto you. his orgasms would feel like forever and by the time he was spent, he’d pull back, exhausted yet still hard, his gaze fixed adoringly on the mess he’d made.

[yuzuksi]

wanna exist but not in a body

[yuzuksi]

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this bin had me in SHAMBLES ….. his nerd off mode real quick had me feeling some type of way 😖

link this was SO hot of him i’m insane…

failing in class so being the class nerd, hanbin is assigned to help you out. you’re sat at his desk while he’s trying to teach you the content when you take off your hoodie to reveal a tight-fitting top. he tries to focus on the textbook but his eyes keep wandering, focused on the way the top hugs your curves perfectly. he undoes the buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling all hot and bothered because of you, his cock growing in his pants.

minutes and “accidental” inappropriate touches later, his hands grip your hips tightly as you straddle him on his desk chair, your bodies grinding against each other. soft grunts and moans escape both your lips with every roll of your hips against his clothed cock as he inhales your scent. he cups your breasts with his large hands, kneading them as he captures your lips in a heated kiss as his tongue delves into your mouth. he punches and rolls your nipples between his fingers, hearing your breathy moans against his lips.

“how are you so good?” you ask appreciatively in a moan between kisses as his hips buck up to grind his cock against your pussy, the fabric doing little to dull the pleasure. “well… i watch porn… every guy does…” he replies with a smirk, getting increasingly dizzy from the way you grind against him so desperately. “want me to teach you what else i learnt…?”