Which member from which group you'd like me to write for (if you're not sure whether I'd write for this person, you can always ask)
The type of request: short fic, headcanon, scenario, imagine, or alphabet (more on that below)
Any other details about the plot or about yourself, in case they'd be relevant to the story (your gender, some physical trait, some psychological aspect, anything)
If left unspecified, I'll write the reader as she/her (afab)
Important ‼️
I reserve the right to turn down requests, but I'll always respond to the ask and clarify why the request won't be taken.
I don't write excessively toxic relationship dynamics involving members of any group. Mentions of a terrible ex, friend, or family member are okay, but I won't write the members as terrible people.
I don't write main character deaths either. I'm okay with angst, just not death.
English is not my first language, and even though I do some research to make sure everything's good, I still might make mistakes.
On that note, I'm a native Brazilian Portuguese speaker, so I'm willing to write in Portuguese if anyone requests it (I'll include a translated version too tho don't worry)
☆ Request types ☆
Short fic: the title says it all, a one-shot fic (2k-3k words)
Headcanon: written in bullet points, headcanons about specific situations or dynamics, descriptive but not too detailed.
Scenario: similar to headcanons, but a bit more detailed. Feels and reads like a regular fanfic (with a clear start, middle, and ending), but shorter and simplified.
Imagine: a short paragraph, a hyper condensed version of a scenario. Literally just a thought.
Alphabet: NSFW, SFW, or any other alphabet out there.
☆ Groups I write for ☆
B1A4
One or Eight
Stray Kids
Any other nugu boy group, as long as the request contains enough information about the member's personality/vibe.
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A/N: AFAB reader cries during sex because she loves Dongwoo too much. That's it that's the fic, and it's not self-indulgent at all hahaha what do you mean
The room was encased in comfortable darkness. The only light source a warm-colored lamp on the nightstand that bathed its surroundings in liquid warmth, and the only sounds stemmed from the wet smacks of your kissing and the low moans you both sighed into each other's mouths.
Not that interested in chasing highs at the moment, you'd been slowly riding Dongwoo for the last 10 minutes, basking in the delicious fullness of having him throbbing so deep inside that you could nearly feel him in your stomach. You rolled your hips lazily, waves subtle enough to allow you to still kiss him, just as languidly as you moved.
The heat emanating from his body was intoxicating. Deep down, you wished you could melt into him, drip down his torso, to become the very layer of sweat covering his chest. Whether you'd be spread across his body or absorbed into his skin, you didn't care, as long as you could be fully taken by him, into him.
You loved Dongwoo like you'd never loved anyone or anything else before.
You whimpered quietly when he suddenly licked into your mouth, the wet slide of his hot tongue making you dizzy.
Despite his breathtaking ministrations in your mouth, Dongwoo was nearly limp under you, immersed in a blissful state where all he could feel were your soft lips on his and the velvety tightness of your walls clenching around his hard length. His large hands rested tenderly on your hips, his warm grip serving as a grounding point lest you ascend into a higher plane.
You could only remember half of how you'd gotten there. Dongwoo had gotten home after being at the studio for a few hours, and you’d been missing him like crazy, as if you hadn't seen him in a week. As soon as he’d arrived, you all but jolted from your seat on the couch. The process of getting to the bedroom and undressing was a blur. But the memory of finally sinking into him had been tattoed on your mind.
You pulled away from the kiss to gasp for air, only to have your breath stolen again. Dongwoo went for your neck almost immediately, licking a slow, wide stripe from the base of your neck to the spot under your ear. You gasped, and clawed into the skin of his back.
“Ah…! Dongwoo...”
And that's how you flipped the switch. Upon hearing his name, his hands instantly slid up to your waist, and tightened, locking you in place.
“Again,” he exhaled hotly against your skin.
Before you could even think, he dug his heels on the mattress and thrusted up into you.
“Hah… D—Dongwoo!”
Another thrust.
“Ahh! Dongwoo, please...!”
Your head was spinning. Not only from the pleasure, but mostly from the source of it. A string of whimpered pleas flowed out your mouth, your head lolling forward to rest heavily on his shoulder.
You barely knew what you were begging for, but it felt right to do so. Only he could give you what you wanted.
Dongwoo's arms rounded your torso, and as he pulled you flush against him, his body heat swallowed yours, and a dizzying shiver ran across your skin. He kept mouthing lazily at your neck, constrained groans escaping his lips, but then...
You noticed his heartbeat. Rapid, erratic, thunderous enough that you could feel it on your own chest. The closeness allowed you to inhale what was left of his cologne mixed with the smell of his sweat, a scent in equal parts warm, musky, and sweet. And most importantly, his. He was yours. Everything that he was, belonged to you.
Your eyes welled up with tears.
Never in your life had you thought you'd be holding back tears from such overwhelming affection.
Dongwoo rolled his hips up, moaning lowly, his thick base rubbing on your clit continuously, deliciously. Your nails, once again, ran sharp across his back, and the first tear rolled down your cheek.
He paused for a moment and sighed shakily, as if he was practicing restraint, delaying the end of it. Only then did he move away from your neck.
His gaze, hungry yet adoring, found yours, hazy and glistening with tears.
His eyebrows immediately furrowed as he searched your face.
“Hey… what's wrong?” One of his hands came to your face, his thumb carefully wiping away the drops. "What's wrong, angel?"
You winced, the impossibly loving tone in his voice, the tone he only ever used with you, was making your heart swell almost painfully. You shook your head slightly.
“I… I love you,” you smiled weakly through your tears, "I just... I love you, so much," a sob broke through your speech as more tears slid down your flushed cheeks.
Dongwoo's expression softened even more, and he seemed to nearly melt, both from affection and relief. He huffed out a small laugh, his eyes crinkling into beautiful crescents. You loved him so much you could die.
“Angel… I love you too,” you noticed a gleam in his eyes, his voice thick with emotion, “God, I love you so much, baby..."
You rested your forehead against his, both of you carrying weak little smiles, your chest so tight you barely knew what to do. Part of you wanted to give in to some sort of shame, for loving him so much, out loud. But seeing the way Dongwoo welcomed your feelings, every day, as raw as they were, and embraced every aspect of who you were, so easily, so naturally, like it was his favorite thing to do. You couldn't possibly feel embarrassed.
He made loving you seem like the simplest thing. And he gave, he gave so selflessly. His time, his energy, his attention, entire parts of his own life to you, shamelessly, wearing his heart on his sleeve but only where you could see it and hiding it away whenever anyone else tried to access his innermost layers.
Damn it, crying really was the only possible response.
Dongwoo kissed you softly, tenderly, even more now as you were so vulnerable, not at all concerned with the salty taste invading both your mouths. He pulled away slowly, letting you decide whether you'd chase his lips back or not.
He watched your reactions attentively, ready to hold you if you crumbled. You wiped your face, releasing a deep and tremulous sigh. You were okay. He took that as a sign that he could at least move, which he did, simply scooting up a bit against the headboard to better adjust both your bodies on the mattress.
You squirmed a little on his lap despite yourself, the delayed climax starting to bother you now.
“Did that feel good? Hm?” He asked quietly, kissing at the salty streams on your face, tasting them. You nodded timidly.
“Come here, hold on to me,” he carefully positioned your hands to hook onto his shoulders, at the base of his neck, and slowly pulled you up from his lap, just enough to have you hovering slightly above him, his tip still inside you. You sniffed quietly, watching curiously as he repositioned his legs behind you to give him enough leverage.
“Look at me," he whispered, and your eyes obediently locked onto his, “I love you."
He then drove his hips up, once, twice, sliding in and out of you, wave after wave of pure dopamine spreading through your brain. His hands held you securely in place so you wouldn't move, so you would let him do all the work.
“Mmh—Ah! I love you… more…!” you responded, to the best of your ability as your breath hitched.
The muscles in his abdomen tensed and rippled with each thrust, but you couldn't admire for long as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Dongwoo knew exactly how to move, his ability to overwhelm you with pleasure if he so desired drove you insane.
He watched proudly as your head fell back, your eyes closed in bliss, and a dragged out moan dripped from your lips. His own eyes rolled on their own account, but he made sure his motions never ceased.
Your eyebrows furrowed, fresh new tears starting to sprout from your eyes. It felt so good, Dongwoo felt so good you were literally crying from it.
You moaned his name, again and again, like a mantra, and each call spurred him on to grind into you harder, faster. The breathy little moans coming out of him sent your head reeling, he even sounded good.
You made an effort to focus your blurry gaze, you needed to see him, to watch him cum. You loved the way his mouth fell open and his brow wrinkled, sometimes he'd even bite at his bottom lip to try and hold back a loud sound. You wished you could get his climax face framed and hung on the bedroom wall.
The slick slide of him was driving you to the edge, your thighs trembled under you, forecasting your high, but you still watched him. You whined his name one last time, and that did it for him.
Dongwoo's hips stuttered as he came, moaning the loudest he had that night. And that did it for you.
The overwhelming pressure in your core snapped and you came hard enough to see stars, your moans sounding a lot more like sobs than anything else. You would've tipped all the way backwards from it had he not been holding you steady. You were putty in his hands.
He pulled you towards his heaving chest and that's where you landed.
Home.
His heart hammered against your ear, his pulse matching yours, beautifully, and your arms melted around the sides of him. Out of pure instinct, you nuzzled his chest, taking in as much of him as you could, tenderly rubbing your damp cheeks on his skin, once again wanting to meld your bodies together.
You felt him shake under you when he laughed. Breathily, but he laughed.
“Hmm… What a pretty little kitten,” he teased breathlessly, although there was no bite behind it. He sounded enamored if nothing else. Your arms forcefully snaked around his broad back, your lips forming a pout he couldn't see. He encased you in his arms as well.
“You smell good…” you mumbled, your eyes shutting on their own.
He rested his nose on the top of your head, taking in your scent, and hummed in agreement.
“You smell good too. Like blueberries. You look good," he began running his fingers up and down your back, “You taste good… you feel good..."
Only then did your mind come back to the fact he was still inside you, softening. You wanted to warm him for a while still. You wouldn't ask, but you wanted to. A pesky blush took over your cheeks.
That's when you looked up at him, your eyes wide and still glimmering with leftover tears. He looked back at you with a fondness so deep, you would've given him your soul if he asked. You touched his face, caressing the features you adored so much. A moment passed, your gazes speaking to one another in meaningful silence. His smile faltered for a second.
“You scared me," he whispered. One of his thumbs ran across your forehead, his eyes scanning your face, searching for a sign. He wanted to make sure you were okay, you knew he did. You leaned into his touch.
“I'm sorry. It was just...” your voice wavered, and you took the chance to slide your hands back to his front, resting them on his pecs. “It felt so good. You felt so good, I was just overwhelmed...with…”
“With how much you liked it?"
“With how much I love you."
Dongwoo seemed taken aback for a split second. He huffed out a small laugh, in... Disbelief? Amusement? You tilted your head, letting him know you hadn't quite understood.
“You know, I've never heard this before… never had this before.”
Your head remained tilted. You blinked once.
“I'm still getting used to the amount of love you have for me. It's... A lot, isn't it?”
You smiled. “It’s too much, Woonie. You can't even imagine it. It's more than I can take myself,” with each sentence, you gravitated closer and closer to his lips, until you captured them, driving your point home.
He sighed against your lips, a smile making its way through, but you insisted on kissing him, even though you began to smile yourself, until he murmured, voice low, gravely. And smitten.
He says eating you out helps him relax, it switches his brain off for a while, so he really takes his time.
Which may sound like a contradiction, since he's not one for long bouts of teasing with slow kisses down your body until you're squirming, no no, he goes straight to it.
The whole process of you becoming aroused from the ground up is part of the fun for him, he really likes feeling you getting worked up and wet just from his tongue and nothing else.
He knows that using his fingers would get you to finish faster, which is the opposite of what he wants, so he keeps his hands occupied with the plush of your thighs and the curves of your waist. He likes to squeeze you all over.
Don't be mistaken though, Dongwoo loves fingering you, he just prefers to keep things separate.
Plays a lot with pressure and intensity. Starts with feather-like licks, barely touching, suddenly presses his whole tongue down on you, then goes back to soft kissing.
Shamelessly edges you. He wants the moment to last as long as possible.
Yet he won't ignore you when he notices you getting whiny and impatient.
He will make you beg a little, though. He wants to hear you say “please" just so he can replay the sound of you begging in his mind for the next three days.
He is mostly silent down there. All you hear are the wet smacks of his lips, sometimes a deep sigh, a low hum, but that's it.
He wouldn't want his voice getting in the way, he loves hearing you whimpering and crying for him.
Stays mostly focused on his task, but will sometimes look up at you with such intensity you could cum just from the look in his eyes.
Will keep his glasses on if you ask.
Want him to go hard? Moan his name. He’ll positively lose his mind.
Likes having his hair pulled. May have grown it out just so you could pull at it. Will never admit it though.
But you can feel how much more passionate he gets with his tongue when you bury your fingers in his hair and pull at his scalp.
Will never complain if you take the hair pulling as an opportunity to ride his face. He just loves to be of service.
No matter how much you squirm, he will not detach his mouth from you, you will cum on his tongue, and nowhere else.
Watching from below as you arch your back and cry out his name is his absolute favorite part.
Kisses and nuzzles your thighs as you come back to your senses. He loves you so much ♡
If you wish to return the favor, kiss him silly, get on top of him, and ride him to the edge of overstimulation.
Talks a whole lot for someone who should be keeping his mouth busy at the moment
“You're so pretty", “so wet for me, aren't you?", “louder, baby, let me hear you”
Will not shut up, I'm telling you.
If you're not moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, he's not doing well enough.
Will use his fingers for sure, he loves to feel you clench around him, loves it down.
Sticks to two fingers most of the time even though he knows you can take more, just in case he gets to stretch you out later with something a lot thicker than a finger.
Sandeul is very much a tease.
Will take forever to finally get his mouth on you, foreplay is where he thrives.
Seriously, the amount of time this man takes to slide down your pants is maddening and he knows it. He wants you dripping by the time he gets to it.
Always wants to see your face as he pleasures you, he thinks you look so good like this ♡
Can get a little messy sometimes, if he gets too into it, there'll be a lot of spit, and you'll probably need to change the sheets after.
Loves it when you lose control of your body and end up trapping and squeezing his head between your thighs. He could die there and that's how he wants to go.
Speaking of thighs: he wants them shaking. He wants your whole body trembling by the time he's done.
Fully makes out with it.
Good with his tongue, even better with his lips. He could suck on your clit for hours.
He sighs, hums, moans, whimpers, there's never a quiet moment.
His hands are always busy, either with his fingers buried inside you, or just roaming all over your body.
Call him whatever you want, but the moment you moan out “Hwannie", be prepared.
He’ll lift up your legs and fold you nearly in half, just to get you spread wide open for him. Call him “Hwannie" again, please.
He's out of breath by the time you cum, a bright, satisfied smile on his face.
Return the favor by getting on all fours and begging for him to cum inside you.
Asks to go down on you. Says "please" and everything.
His foreplay consists of being sweet to you for hours before he actually asks for what he wants.
He's always sweet though, but he'll go every single extra mile if that means he gets to taste you.
Prefers to have you on top, fully riding his face, but will have you in whatever way you want.
He really likes it when you take control somehow, either by holding his head still and rolling at your own pace, or by giving him instructions.
Gongchan is such a good boy ♡
He knows that the tongue/fingers combo is the best, (he read about it beforehand), but since his coordination isn't always the best and he's afraid he might accident hurt you, he does the next best thing.
Buries his tongue inside you.
The first time he felt you clench around his tongue, he had an out of body experience.
He's been addicted to it ever since.
Once he understands you're desperate to cum, he uses his thumb to massage your clit. He's quite predictable in how he does it, but he's so good at it.
If he hears you say “please", even if you say it unconsciously, he'll genuinely stop and ask you what you need.
He also loves to play with your breasts, wants to make you cum just from that one day, but he'll probably never tell you.
Looks up at you with the cutest puppy eyes, he always wants to make sure he's doing well enough.
All this while curling his tongue inside your walls.
Praise kink for sure. Will definitely whine and moan if you call him a good boy.
Better yet, call him “puppy" and watch him lose his mind between your legs.
Humps the mattress every time, he just gets so hard from eating you out, he can't help it.
Sighs deeply as you cum, almost as if he'd climaxed himself.
Nuzzles your belly as you come down from your high, he's just so happy to have made you feel good.
“Thank you, love”, "you taste so good", and he looks at you as if you had hung the stars.
If you think he deserves a special treat after that, pull him on top of you and give him full permission to pound into you until he cums.
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Stares at you lovingly for a while before he even approaches you.
You're already giddy by the time he actually does, towering over you with a soft smile on his face.
One hand on your waist, one hand cradling your face. Will melt if you lean into his palm and chase his touch. Melt.
9 times out of 10, he’ll rub your noses together for a second before kissing you.
Kissing him is like taking the first bite of your favorite dessert. The dopamine hit is so intense you remember life is worth living.
And then you can’t stop eating, every bite leaves you wanting more and more and more…
His body feels so warm you end up cuddling up against him every time.
Whether you slide your arms over his shoulders or just rest your hands on his chest, you'll hear him sigh softly against your lips whenever you touch him.
Number one fan of pulling away just slightly and letting your breaths mingle while resting his forehead on yours.
Might snake a hand under your top and rub soothingly on your skin.
He's really into whispering random daily-life questions or sweet nothings against your lips. It feels deeply intimate to him.
Running your fingers up behind his neck and playing with his hair is like pressing a button: he will moan. Every time.
Only initiates the kiss once, purposefully leaving you wanting more, he loves it when you chase after his lips.
And you chase them every time, damn it, he's perfect, addictive, you can never get enough of him.
You both stop kissing to giggle whenever his glasses slide down his nose and get in the way.
He always lets you take them off yourself, if you want~
He may not seem like the type, but he actually loves french kissing.
Once he notices how into it you're getting, he’ll slide his tongue against yours and show you how skilled he is with it.
You have to claw on the fabric of his clothes, literally needing to hold on to him as to not fall on your useless, weak knees.
It's either all that or a chaste kiss as he cradles your face with both hands, holding you as if you were made of porcelain.
Grabs you by the waist with both hands and glues your body to his
Searches your face first, like he's memorizing your every trace before going in
Kisses deeply every time, he's a passionate man at his core
Kissing him is like diving headfirst into the water on a hot summer day. It feels jarring and breathtaking in all the right ways, a full-body sensation, really.
Refreshing, kissing him is refreshing.
The longer he has his lips on yours, the more restless his hands become, so expect him to run them up and down your back, grab your butt, squeeze your waist, he's always on the move.
Number one fan of sneaking his hands under your clothes, the more of your skin he can feel, the better.
Has this really cute habit of kissing your top lip and then your bottom lip, before he pulls away for air.
Looks down at you like you're the single most precious thing to ever exist.
Will tease you about you blushing. For sure. Will try and make it worse, actually. He just loves to fluster you.
His favorite technique: hooking the side of his index finger under your chin, pressing his thumb below your lips, and going in for an unnecessarily sensuous bite on your bottom lip.
And he smirks, because of course he does.
Freaking ridiculous how that works every time, your knees are jelly at this point.
He wants you to lose your composure, but what he really wants is for you to kiss him.
And when you do initiate a kiss, he melts, and encases you with his arms so you can never even think of detaching yourself from him.
His plump lips are ridiculously soft and you can't help but nibble on them a little bit. He adores it when you do that.
Smiles between kisses, full-on giggles sometimes.
But when he gets serious, get ready to lose the feeling in your lips, this man will kiss you non-stop for hours if you let him.
He will at least have the decency to sit you down on the nearest available surface as to not tire you out, but he will not stop kissing you.
Make-out sessions with him are common, and don't always lead to something more. Unless you show actual interest and start grinding on his thigh or pulling at his clothes.
If not, he's perfectly happy just having your lips moving slowly with his, for however long you allow it.
He always wants to kiss you, he orbits you all day hoping he'll get a kiss at some point.
Sighs lovingly when you finally put your lips on his.
When he gets the chance to initiate the kiss, he holds both of your hands first before leaning in, slowly.
Shinwoo told him once that he should let the other person decide when to land the kiss. So he does exactly that.
He leans all the way in but waits for you to take the last step.
Most of the time, anyway.
Because when he wants you bad, he wants you bad.
He will slot his lips on yours with literal hunger, yet somehow, with gentleness.
Which is a lethal combo, he'll take your breath away with that.
Likes to embrace you fully, both arms around your body, essentially trapping you.
The sky is the limit with him. He will start at the lips, soon enough he'll have already kissed your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw...
And before he moves down to your neck, he lifts up your head so gently you can't help but give him all the access in the world.
He leaves sweet pecks all over your skin, and you melt against him as he holds you together.
Will begin to nibble at some point, and fail at holding back a smirk when you start to squirm and whimper.
You make him go crazy, he thinks it's only fair to make you go crazy too.
He paws at you sometimes, grabs at the fabric around your waist, especially when you bite his bottom lip. He whines a little but he loves it.
Lethal combo #2: when he pulls away, smiles subtly, and only then, slowly opens his eyes to meet yours.
What are his eyes so pretty for anyway??
Likes to caress your cheeks with the back of his fingers. Mid kiss, yes.
Ironically, not always into long make out sessions.
Because he can’t see your face while you’re kissing. And he wants to see your face as much as he can.
He’s obsessed with you, in case you couldn’t tell.
Kissing him feels dizzyingly comfortable, like waking up under soft, warm blankets, knowing you have no obligations or worries, and drifting off again.
I've been a BANA for 9 years, and somehow I love B1A4 more now than I did back then (which was a lot already)
Which is why I created this blog
For myself mostly all the BANAs out there who
idk
wanna read some fanfic, some scenarios and headcanons and stuff
who have been parched and starving for B1A4 content in the big 2026 (me)
yes, hi, welcome
I'll be posting stuff as they come to me, whatever I feel like writing, but you are free and welcome to make requests! (request guide coming soon stay tuned)
technically this blog is for B1A4 reader inserts, exclusively
BUT
if you happen to be a fan of some other nugu boy group, nugu as in no content at all, let me know, hit me up, be nice, respectful, make a request, tell me a little about this group, about your bias, and I might just write something for you.
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