#woonhak x reader

This time when you pull away again, you catch the exact moment confusion shifts into realization. His eyes darken considerably, pupils blown wide as he stares at you. The hand on your back flexes, fingers pressing into your skin even through your shirt.

"Are you..." he starts, voice already rough and lower than usual. He swallows hard, and you watch his throat work. "Are you doing that on purpose?"

The barely restrained frustration in his tone sends heat pooling in your stomach. You try to look innocent, biting back a smile. "Doing what?"

Sungho’s jaw clenches, and you see his chest rise and fall with a deep breath, a familiar sign of him trying to steady himself. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches you with those intense dark eyes, and you can practically see him trying to maintain control.

Then slowly, deliberately, he leans back in. Both hands come up to frame your face, and the way he holds you is almost possessive. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and his eyes track the movement with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

"Don't," he murmurs, and his voice has dropped even lower. It's not a request—it's a warning. "Don't pull away again."

But of course, you do.

The sound he makes is devastating, somewhere between a groan and your name, rough and frustrated. In one smooth movement, his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling firmly in your hair. It's not painful, but definitely controlling. His other hand grips your hip hard enough that you feel the heat of his palm through the fabric.

"I'm trying," he breathes out, and you can hear how strained his voice is, "to be patient with you."

He pulls you closer—or maybe pushes himself closer, you're not sure—until there's no space between you at all. You can feel the heat radiating off him, feel his heart racing against your chest, feel the tension coiled tight in his muscles.

“But you keep—” He breaks himself off with a sharp breath, the words failing him. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, eyes falling shut as if he needs the contact to steady himself, as if proximity is the only thing keeping him anchored. When he opens them again, the look on his face is raw, unguarded, almost desperate.  “Do you have any idea,” he asks quietly, voice strained, “what you’re doing to me?”

His hand in your hair tightens just slightly, angling your head back. The movement is controlled but barely, and you can see the exact moment his carefully maintained composure starts to crack.

"One more time," he warns, voice barely above a whisper but somehow more intense for it. His lips hover just barely above yours, so close you can feel his breath. "Pull away one more time and I won't be gentle anymore."

It should probably intimidate you, but instead it sends a thrill down your spine. You can feel him trembling slightly with the effort of restraint, can see the war between his natural control and his desire written plainly across his face.

"I'm serious," he continues, and now his lips brush against yours with every word. "I'm trying so hard to be good, to take my time, but you're making it impossible."

His hand slides from your hip to your lower back, then lower still, pulling you even more firmly against him. The kiss he gives you then is harder, more demanding, his tongue sliding against yours with clear intent. When his teeth catch your bottom lip, you gasp, and he takes full advantage, kissing you deeper until you're dizzy with it.

He pulls back just enough to speak, and his voice is absolutely wrecked. "So be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, and the please is unspoken but clear in his tone. "Stop teasing me, got it sweetheart?"

When he kisses you again, it's with single-minded focus, like kissing you is the only thing that matters in the world. His hand tightens in your hair, the other sliding under the hem of your shirt just enough that his fingers brush bare skin. The touch makes you shiver, and you feel him smile against your lips.

"That's better," he breathes, sounding almost relieved. "Much better."

This time, you don't even think about pulling away.

ˋ ⌞⋮ RIWOO .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Riwoo kisses with complete focus and surprising intensity hidden beneath a gentle exterior. His hands are soft where they rest on your waist, his lips moving against yours with careful attention, like he's trying to get every detail just right.

You almost feel bad for what you're about to do.

Almost.

When he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, you pull back just slightly. His eyes flutter open immediately, wide and confused, lips still parted. "Did I... did I do something wrong?" he asks softly, concern evident in his voice.

"No," you assure him quickly, leaning back in. "You're perfect."

He relaxes at that, a shy smile crossing his face before you kiss him again. This time he's a little more confident, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your shirt. You feel him sigh contentedly against your lips, and that's when you pull away again.

"Oh," he breathes out, and you can see him trying to figure out what's happening. His eyebrows furrow adorably, head tilting like he's solving a puzzle. "Are you... do you need a break? We can—"

You cut him off with another kiss, and this time you feel the exact moment he realizes what you're doing. His sharp intake of breath, the way his fingers suddenly grip your waist a little tighter, the slight tremor that runs through him.

When you pull back the third time, his reaction is completely different.

“You’re teasing me,” he says, the words barely audible, more confession than accusation. His ears have gone pink, heat creeping up his neck, but his eyes give him away—there’s a new intensity there, a shadow beneath the softness you know so well. “You're doing this on purpose.”

Before you can respond, he's leaning back in, and this time his kiss is less careful. His hands slide from your waist to your back, pulling you closer with more force than you expected from him. When your lips meet, you can feel the desperation already building in the way he kisses you—deeper, more insistent, like he's trying to keep you from pulling away through sheer determination.

But you do it anyway.

"Please," he breathes out, and the sound goes straight through you. His voice is shaky, strained. "Please don't— I can't—"

He cuts himself off, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel him trembling, feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. When you look at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched like he's trying to compose himself.

"This is torture," he whispers, and there's a whine in his voice that makes your stomach flip. "You're torturing me."

His hands are restless now, one sliding up your back, fingers splaying across your shoulder blade, the other moving to your hip and squeezing. You've never seen him like this—usually so controlled, so precise in his movements, now barely holding himself together.

"Riwoo," you murmur, and his eyes snap open.

The look he gives you is devastating, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and red from all the kissing, cheeks warm with colour. It’s not just desire, but a soft, aching plea tangled with a frustration you’ve never seen on him before, unfamiliar and vulnerable, like he’s losing control that it both unsettles and exposes him.

"I need—" he starts, then stops, swallowing hard. His voice drops lower, rougher. "I need you to stop pulling away. I don't... I can't think when you do that."

To prove his point, he kisses you again, and this time there's nothing gentle about it. His hand comes up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he angles your face exactly how he wants it. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt, and the feeling of his palm against your bare skin makes you gasp.

He takes advantage immediately, deepening the kiss, and you feel him shaking with the effort of maintaining some semblance of control. His thumb traces patterns on your skin that make you shiver, and he makes this small sound in the back of his throat that's pure need.

When you start to pull back again, his grip tightens instantly.

"No," he says firmly, and the command in his voice surprises both of you. His eyes widen slightly, like he can't believe he just said that, but he doesn't take it back. "Stay. Please stay."

The "please" softens it, but there's still an edge of desperation that makes your heart race. He's looking at you like the thought of you pulling away again might actually break him.

"I'm trying so hard to be good," he confesses, voice cracking slightly. His forehead drops to your shoulder, and you can feel his breath hot against your neck. "But you keep— every time you pull away, I—"

He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he presses a kiss to your neck, then another, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. The hand in your hair tightens, and suddenly he's pulling your head back gently, exposing more of your neck to his lips.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice dropped so low it feels almost dangerous. “To see me lose control.”

His kisses trail up your neck, along your jaw, until his lips are hovering over yours again. He's breathing hard, chest heaving, and you can see the internal war playing out across his face—the Riwoo who’s always gentle, always careful, pressed up against a need that’s sharper, more urgent, tugging insistently at his restraint.

"Well, congratulations," he whispers, and then he's kissing you again with an intensity that steals your breath. "You won."

This time when his tongue slides against yours, when his hands grip you tighter, when he presses impossibly closer, you don't even think about pulling away. You couldn't if you wanted to, not with how he's holding you, kissing you like he's been starving for it.

"No more teasing," he breathes between kisses, and it's still soft, still Riwoo, but there's steel underneath it now. "I can't take any more. Please."

And the way he says please—broken, desperate and so, so honest—makes you want to give him everything he asks for.

ˋ ⌞⋮ JAEHYUN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Jaehyun kisses like he's enjoying every second of it—which, knowing him, he absolutely is. There's a smile on his lips even as they move against yours, his hands warm and secure on your waist, thumbs tracing idle patterns that make you want to melt into him.

His hair has gotten longer recently, falling into his face as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and you can't resist reaching up to run your fingers through it. He makes a pleased sound at that, leaning into your touch.

That's when you pull away.

His eyes open slowly, still half-lidded and hazy, a confused smile playing on his lips. "Hm?" 

You just smile innocently and lean back in, kissing him again before he can question it. He responds immediately, enthusiastically, one hand sliding up your back. But just as he's really getting into it, you pull away again.

This time, his eyes sharpen with understanding.

“Oh,” he says, the confusion easing as his smile shifts into a knowing curve. “Oh—I get it now.”

Before you can say anything, he's laughing that bright, delighted laugh of his. "You're messing with me right now. You're actually messing with me."

"I don't know what you mean," you try, but he's already shaking his head.

"Okay, okay," he says, still grinning. "So we're playing games? I love games."

He leans back in, but this time when you try to pull away, his hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you in place firmly enough that you can't escape. His kiss is deeper this time, more purposeful, and you feel him smile against your lips.

Then he pulls away first.

"How does it feel?" he asks, voice teasing. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he watches your reaction with obvious amusement. "Not so fun when it happens to you, right?"

Two can play this game, apparently.

He kisses you again, and just when you're sinking into it, he breaks away with a playful smirk. "Oops."

"Jaehyun—"

"What?" He's grinning fully now, eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To play around?"

His hair falls forward into his face as he leans closer, and you reach up to brush it back without thinking. His expression shifts slightly at the touch, eyes darkening just a fraction, but the smile remains.

"You keep touching my hair," he observes, voice a little lower now. "Do you like it longer?"

Before you can answer, he's kissing you again, and this time you can feel the teasing energy start to shift more intensely. His fingers tangle in your hair, mimicking your earlier action, and when you gasp softly, he makes a satisfied sound.

You pull away again—you can't help it, it's too fun—and this time his reaction is different.

"Okay," he says, and his voice has lost some of that playful edge. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face, and you watch his jaw clench slightly. "Okay, you need to stop doing that."

"Why?" you ask innocently, and his eyes flash.

"Because," he says, leaning in close enough that his lips brush against yours as he speaks, "I'm trying really hard to play along and be fun about this, but you're making it really difficult."

His hair falls forward again, tickling your face, and he makes a frustrated sound. In one smooth motion, he reaches back and gathers his hair, tying it up into a small ponytail with the hair tie he keeps on his wrist. The movement makes his arms flex, his jaw set in concentration, and you can't help but stare.

He notices, of course. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to your lips. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”

He kisses you again, and with his hair out of the way, it's different—more intense, more focused. His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you closer, and you can feel the shift in his energy. The playfulness hasn’t disappeared, but beneath it is a seriousness that wasn’t there before, an insistence that asks instead of teases, that wants instead of jokes.

When you try to pull away this time, he doesn't let you.

"Nuh-uh," he murmurs against your lips. "My turn now."

His hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you deeper. There's a confidence in the way he takes control, like he's done playing your game and has decided to start his own. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt, palm hot against your skin, and you feel him smile when you shiver.

"See, the thing is," he says, pulling back just enough to speak, "I was having fun letting you tease me. It was cute." His thumb traces your jawline as his eyes lock onto yours. "But now I'm thinking about all the ways I could tease you back."

To prove his point, he kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, and one of them tangles in his ponytail without thinking, tugging slightly.

The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a laugh.

"Oh, so you can pull my hair but I can't—" He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, his hand comes up to thread through your hair, gripping gently and tilting your head back. "That's not very fair, is it?"

His lips return to your neck, kissing and biting softly, and you can feel him smiling against your skin when you gasp. “There you go,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “That’s the reaction I was looking for.”

When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are darker than before, pupils blown wide. "No more pulling away," he says, and it's not quite a command but not quite a request either. His hand tightens slightly in your hair. "You had your fun. Now let me have mine."

He kisses you again, and this time there's no teasing, no games. Just intensity, heat and the feeling of his body pressed against yours. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, sliding up to cup your face, back down to grip your hips.

When you instinctively try to pull back just slightly, probably out of habit more than anything, his grip tightens immediately.

"What did I just say?" he asks, but he's smiling even as he says it. He presses his forehead against yours, breathing hard. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

His hair tie has come slightly loose, a few strands falling free to frame his face, and without thinking you reach up to fix it. He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips instead.

"Or," he says, eyes glinting with mischief again, "you could just take it out. Since you seem so interested in my hair."

When you do, his hair falls forward, messy and perfect, and he shakes his head slightly to settle it. The movement is casual, but the way he's looking at you is anything but.

"There," he says, leaning in close again. His voice drops lower, more intimate. "Now you can touch it all you want."

And when he kisses you this time—deep, slow and purposeful, his fingers threading through your hair to mirror your touch in his—you forget all about teasing him.

You forget about everything except the way he's holding you, kissing you, like he plans to make up for every single time you pulled away.

"See?" he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel his smile. "Told you I'd be fun.”

ˋ ⌞⋮ TAESAN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Making out with Taesan is always intense. He doesn't do anything halfway. When he kisses you, it's with complete focus, like nothing else in the world exists. His hands are firm on your waist, his lips moving against yours with purpose and confidence that makes your head spin.

So really, you should've known better than to tease him.

But you do it anyway.

The first time you pull away, his eyes open slowly, dark and slightly unfocused. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you with a quiet question in his gaze. When you lean back in without explanation, he accepts it, one hand coming up to cup your jaw as he deepens the kiss.

The second time you pull away, you feel the change immediately.

His fingers tighten on your waist—not painfully, but noticeably. His eyes are sharper now when they meet yours, more alert. He's figured it out.

"What are you doing?" His voice is low, quiet, but there's an edge to it.

"Nothing," you say, but you can't quite hide your smile.

Taesan's jaw clenches. He doesn't move for a moment, just watches you with that intense gaze that always makes you feel like he can see right through you. Then, slowly, he leans back in. His hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, grip firm and possessive.

"Don't," he says simply, right before his lips meet yours.

This kiss is different, harder, more demanding. His tongue sweeps against yours with clear intent, his hand tightening in warning when he feels you start to pull back. But you do it anyway, breaking the kiss with a soft laugh.

The look he gives you could melt steel.

"You think this is a joke?" His voice is dangerously quiet, and the tone in his voice makes heat pool in your stomach. He's not smiling. Not even a little bit.

"Maybe a little," you admit.

Wrong answer.

In one fluid motion, Taesan shifts, and suddenly you're the one being pressed back against the couch. He's hovering over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other still gripping your hip. His hair falls forward slightly, shadowing his eyes, and the intensity of his gaze pins you in place.

"You want to play games with me?" he asks, voice still low, a controlled tone that somehow feels more threatening than if he were actually angry. "Okay. Let's play."

He leans down, but instead of kissing your lips, he goes for your neck. His mouth is hot against your skin, teeth grazing lightly before he soothes the spot with his tongue. When you gasp, you feel him smile against your throat.

"What's wrong?" he murmurs, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. "You can dish it out but can't take it?"

His hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, and you feel him trace slow patterns on your skin. It's deliberate, teasing, and completely unfair. When you try to squirm, his grip on your hip tightens, holding you still.

"Stay," he commands softly, and the authority in his voice makes you obey without thinking.

He kisses up your neck, along your jaw, getting closer and closer to your lips but never quite getting there. When you turn your head to try to kiss him, he pulls back just enough to stay out of reach, and the smirk on his face is absolutely infuriating.

"Not so fun, is it?" he asks, voice laced with dark amusement. "Being teased?"

"Taesan—"

"What?" He tilts his head, looking at you with false innocence that doesn't match the heat in his eyes at all. "I'm just doing what you did to me. That's fair, right?"

His hand slides higher under your shirt, thumb brushing just below your ribs, and you arch into the touch without meaning to. He notices, of course. He notices everything.

"So sensitive," he observes, and there's satisfaction in his tone. His hand moves back down, tracing patterns that make you shiver. "I barely even touched you."

When he finally kisses you again, it's overwhelming. Deep and consuming, like he's trying to prove a point. His body presses close to yours, and you can feel the tension wound tight beneath his skin, the barely restrained control as he holds himself back.

You try to pull away—instinct, maybe, or maybe you just want to see what he'll do—and his reaction is immediate.

His hand flies up to grip your chin, firmly turning your face back to his. "Don't," he warns, and his voice has gone even lower, rough with frustration. "I'm not playing anymore."

There’s a dangerous edge in his gaze now, sharp enough to steal your breath. He’s always been intense, but this is different. This is Taesan with his patience worn down, his restraint fraying, control slipping just enough to show what he’s been holding back.

"You wanted my attention?" he asks, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. "You have it. All of it. So stop running away."

He kisses you again, harder this time, almost punishing. His hand slips back into your hair, fingers curling with just enough force to steal a breath from you, and he doesn’t hesitate, using the moment to pull you closer, to deepen the kiss until the world tilts and everything feels hazy around the edges. His other hand grips your waist, thumb pressing into your hip bone hard enough that you know you'll feel it tomorrow.

"This is what you do to me," he breathes against your lips, and for the first time you hear how affected he actually is. His voice is ragged, strained. "You drive me crazy. You know that?"

His forehead drops to yours, and you can feel him trembling slightly with the effort of maintaining control. His breathing is heavy, chest heaving against yours.

"Every time you pulled away," he continues, voice barely above a whisper, "all I could think about was how to make you stay. How to make you want me so badly you couldn't even think about leaving."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, and the raw intensity in his gaze steals your breath. "So here's what's going to happen," he says, voice dropping into that commanding tone again. "You're going to stay right here. You're not going to pull away. And you're going to let me kiss you until I'm satisfied. Understood?"

It's not really a question.

When you nod, his expression softens slightly. "Good girl," he murmurs, and the praise sends warmth flooding through you.

This time when he kisses you, it's slower but no less intense. Thorough. Possessive. Like he's claiming you with every brush of his lips, every slide of his tongue. His hands roam your body with purpose, touching, gripping and holding like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

When he finally pulls back—minutes or hours later, you've lost track—his lips are swollen and red, his eyes dark and satisfied.

"You're so pretty," he says, voice still rough. His thumb traces your jaw gently, a stark contrast to how tightly he was holding you moments ago. 

He settles beside you, pulling you against his chest, and you can still feel his heart racing. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, and he brings it to his lips.

"Next time you want to tease me," he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "remember how this ended."

It's a warning and a promise all at once.

And the really dangerous part? You're already thinking about doing it again, just to see what happens.

ˋ ⌞⋮ LEEHAN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Leehan kisses the way he does everything else—with a calm, unhurried confidence that somehow makes your heart race more than any urgency could. His hands are gentle on your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones as his lips move against yours with patient precision.

There’s an almost meditative quality to it—how he takes his time, as if he has all day to learn the shape of your mouth. It’s the same focused attention he gives anything that holds his interest—steady, observant, fully present.

Which is exactly why you're curious to see what happens when you disrupt that carefully maintained composure.

When you pull away the first time, he doesn't react much. Just opens his eyes slowly, looking at you with that serene expression he always has, like nothing in the world could disturb his peace. He tilts his head slightly, a small questioning smile on his lips, but he doesn't say anything. Just waits.

You lean back in, and he accepts it without hesitation, picking up exactly where you left off. His kiss is deeper this time, more intentional, and you feel one of his hands slide to the back of your neck, fingers spreading through your hair.

Then you pull away again.

This time, you catch the faintest flicker in his eyes. Not confusion, not frustration, more like… focused interest. Like he’s watching an experiment unfold and quietly filing away observations.

"Interesting," he murmurs, voice still soft and even. His hand stays where it is in your hair, not gripping, just resting. "Are you testing something?"

The casual way he asks it makes you laugh. Leave it to Leehan to treat this like a curious phenomenon rather than actual teasing.

"Maybe," you admit.

He hums thoughtfully, eyes scanning your face with that focused attention he usually reserves for his fish tanks. "I see." Then, simply : "Continue."

It's such a Leehan response that you can't help but smile as you kiss him again. This time his hand tightens just slightly in your hair—barely noticeable, but you feel it. When you pull away for the third time, you're watching for his reaction.

His eyes open slowly, and there’s a shift you can’t ignore. The calm is still there, carefully maintained, but beneath it simmers a heat that hadn’t surfaced before. He looks at you for a long, deliberate moment without saying a word, and the silence feels heavy, charged, far more unsettling than anything he could have spoken.

"Three times," he observes quietly. His thumb traces your bottom lip with deliberate slowness. "You've pulled away three times now."

"Have I?" You try to sound innocent.

"Mm." His gaze drops to your lips, and you watch his jaw tighten almost imperceptibly. "You have."

He leans in again, but this time it's different. Slower. More purposeful. His eyes stay open, locked on yours until the last possible second, and when his lips finally meet yours, the kiss is deeper than before. Consuming. His hand in your hair shifts, fingers curling just enough to keep you in place without being forceful.

When you try to pull away this time, you realize you can't move far. His grip isn't painful, isn't even really tight, but it's firm. Decisive. And the message is clear : he's done letting you control this.

He breaks the kiss himself, but stays close enough that his lips brush yours when he speaks. “I’ve been patient with you,” he murmurs, voice low and even, controlled that it feels almost mesmerizing. There’s an undercurrent to it now, a quiet shift that makes your stomach tighten, that sends awareness sparking through you. His gaze stays locked on yours as he adds, just as softly, “But I think we’re past that.”

His free hand lifts to cradle your face, the touch gentle but unmistakably claiming, a quiet possessiveness threaded through the softness of the gesture. "Do you know what happens when you test someone's patience?" he asks, and it's clearly rhetorical because he continues without waiting for an answer. "You find out exactly how much control they actually have."

He kisses you again, and this time there's no mistaking the intensity behind it. It's still controlled, still measured, but you can feel the restraint it's taking. His tongue slides against yours with clear intent, and the hand on your face angles your head exactly where he wants it.

"I have a lot of patience," he murmurs against your lips. "But even I have limits."

When his hand slides down from your face to your throat, his thumb against your pulse point, you gasp softly. You feel him smile.

"Your heart is racing," he observes, voice still that same quiet, almost clinical tone. But his thumb traces circles on your neck that are anything but clinical. "Interesting. Are you nervous?"

You shake your head, and his smile grows slightly.

"No? Then what?" His eyes search yours with genuine curiosity, edged with a darker intent. "Excited? Anticipating what I'll do next?"

He’s analyzing you even now, reading every reaction—and somehow that makes it worse.

"Let me tell you what I think," he says, leaning in close enough that his breath fans across your lips. "I think you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed me. You wanted to know what I'd be like when I stop being patient."

His hand tightens just slightly around your throat—not restricting, just present, just enough to remind you it's there. "Would you like to see?"

Before you can answer, he's kissing you again, and it's completely overwhelming. Still controlled, still measured, but intense in a way that makes your head spin. His hand stays on your throat, feeling every gasp, every quickening of your pulse, while his other hand finally releases your hair to slide down your back.

When he pulls you closer, you can feel his heart beating against your chest, faster than usual but still steady.

"You're not pulling away now," he notes, pulling back just enough to speak. There's satisfaction in his tone, quiet but unmistakable. "Why is that?"

His hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your lower back, and the skin-to-skin contact makes you shiver. He notices immediately, of course he does. He notices everything.

"Cold?" he asks, but there's a knowing look in his eyes that says he knows exactly why you shivered, and it has nothing to do with temperature.

"Leehan—" you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, this one somehow even deeper than the last.

"Shh," he soothes between kisses, hand moving in slow circles on your back. "No more talking. No more pulling away. Just focus on this."

When his hand slides higher up your back, fingers tracing your spine, you arch into him without meaning to. His other hand tightens on your throat in response just for a second, just enough to make you gasp, before relaxing again.

"See?" he murmurs, and there's a smugness in his tone now. "You're much better when you stay still. When you let me do what I want."

He kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. "I could do this for hours," he says conversationally, like he's commenting on the weather. "Just finding all the spots that make you react. Learning exactly what you like."

"But first," he says, pulling back to look at you again, "you're going to stay right here and let me kiss you properly. No more games. No more pulling away." His thumb brushes across your throat, feeling your pulse jump. "Can you do that for me?"

It's phrased as a question, but the look in his eyes makes it clear there's only one acceptable answer.

When you nod, his smile is small but genuinely pleased. "Good," he says softly, leaning in again. "That's very good."

And when he kisses you this time—slow, deep and absolutely devastating—you understand exactly what he meant about patience. Because Leehan doesn't rush anything. He takes his time, thorough and methodical, until you forget you ever wanted to pull away in the first place.

Until all you can think about is how to get him to never stop.

ˋ ⌞⋮ WOONHAK .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Kissing Woonhak is sweet and a little clumsy in the most endearing way. He's still figuring things out, but he makes up for any lack of experience with sheer enthusiasm. His hands rest nervously on your waist, and you can feel how fast his heart is beating when you're this close.

So of course, you decide to make it worse for him.

The first time you pull away, his eyes fly open immediately, wide and startled like a deer in headlights. "Wait, what— did I mess up?" His voice pitches up slightly in panic. "Was that bad? I can do better, I promise, just—"

"You're fine," you assure him with a laugh, leaning back in before he can spiral further.

He relaxes instantly, shoulders dropping as he lets out a relieved breath. "Okay, okay good, because I've been practicing— I mean, not practicing, but like, thinking about— you know what, never mind." His ears are already bright red as he kisses you again, and you can feel him smiling against your lips.

That's when you pull away the second time.

"Okay, what—" He blinks at you, confused. Then his eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. "Wait. Are you doing that on purpose?"

You try to keep a straight face. "Doing what?"

"THAT!" He gestures wildly between you. "The pulling away! You're messing with me right now!"

When you don't deny it, his mouth drops open in betrayal. "Oh my god, you ARE! I can't believe— I was so worried I was doing something wrong!"

"You weren't," you say, grinning now.

"Then why—" He stops, processing, and then his expression shifts between embarrassment and indignation. "You're TEASING me? Seriously?"

He runs both hands through his hair, laughing in disbelief. "I'm already so nervous and you're just— wow. Okay. That's how we're playing this?"

Before you can respond, he's leaning back in with renewed determination. "Fine. You know what? I'm not gonna let it get to me. I'm just gonna— we're just gonna kiss and it's gonna be great and you're not gonna—"

You pull away again.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" His voice cracks spectacularly, and he falls back against the couch dramatically, covering his face with his hands. "This is torture! Actual torture! I'm being tortured!"

You're laughing now, and he peeks at you through his fingers. "You think this is funny? My heart can't take this kind of stress! I'm too young!"

"You're so dramatic," you say, but you're smiling.

"I'M dramatic?" He sits back up, pointing at you accusingly. "You're the one playing mind games! Do you know how hard it is to focus when you keep— when you—" He gestures vaguely, too flustered to finish the sentence.

His whole face is red now, and he's fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Every time you pull away, I think I did something wrong and my brain just goes—" He makes an explosion sound effect with his hands. "Like that. Complete malfunction."

"Want me to stop?" you ask, taking pity on him.

"YES! No! I don't know!" He groans, flopping against the couch again. "This is so confusing. You're so confusing. Why are you like this?"

After a moment of internal crisis, he sits back up with a determined look. "Okay. Okay, I'm gonna try one more time, and you have to promise not to pull away because I don't think my heart can handle it."

"I promise," you say, and he eyes you suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Really."

He studies your face for a long moment, clearly trying to determine if you're trustworthy. Finally, he nods. "Okay. But if you do it again, I'm— I don't know what I'll do, but it'll be something! A consequence! There will be consequences!"

The threat would be more effective if his voice wasn't shaking slightly and if he didn't look absolutely adorable while making it.

When he leans in this time, he's extra careful. His hand comes up to cup your face gently, and he pauses just before your lips meet. "You promised," he whispers, and for all the control in his posture, there’s a fragile note beneath it, almost pleading, almost vulnerable.

"I promised," you confirm.

This kiss is different—slower, more confident now that he's not worried about you disappearing. His other hand finds yours, fingers intertwining and squeezing like he's anchoring himself. When you don't pull away, you feel him relax completely, even smiling against your lips.

After a few moments, he pulls back himself, and the smile on his face is so bright and genuine it makes your heart squeeze. "See? We can do this! When you're not being evil, we're actually really good at this!"

"Evil is a strong word," you laugh.

"You literally tortured me for fun," he points out, but he's grinning now. "That's pretty evil. I'm dating a villain."

He's still holding your hand, thumb tracing patterns on your skin, and the simple affection of it is so Woonhak it makes you smile.

"Don't do that again though," he says quietly. "My heart rate still hasn't gone back to normal. I think you took years off my life."

"So dramatic," you repeat.

"So mean," he counters, but he's leaning in again anyway, bumping his nose against yours playfully. "You're lucky you're cute."

"You think I'm cute?"

"Don't fish for compliments, you already know you are," he mumbles, ears going red again. "Now can we please just kiss like normal people? No more games?"

And when you agree, his relieved sigh is so loud and exaggerated that you can't help but laugh against his lips.

Even as he kisses you again—sweet, enthusiastic and unmistakably Woonhak—he pulls back every few seconds just to check that you're still there, like he doesn't quite trust that you won't disappear again.

"Just making sure," he explains each time, and honestly? It's perfect.

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wrap his hand around your waist to guide you

"I'm sure I showed you yesterday, Sungho," you argue gently as you walk around a store, looking for a specific sweatshirt.

You really wanted to buy it for him, for no particular reason besides that it would look great on him, but he just couldn't remember what it looked like. He lets you, not having the heart to tell you it was nothing since this you were so invested.

You were making your way to the man's part when you took your phone out of your pocket without stopping in a corner.

"I'll find it quickly, wait," you muttered in your beard.

"Go on," his voice is soft at your focus state, and there's a sweet smile on his lips.

His hand wrapped immediately around your waist, bringing you a little closer to him as he guided you through the store. His pace slowed down and he became more conscious of his environment so you wouldn't accidentally bump into something or someone.

You're too focused to realize it at first, but when you finally show him your phone again, you can feel the firm grip he has on you and your heart skips a beat.

"Ah this one ! It's really pretty yeah, I'd love it actually," he smiled down to you, not realizing the effect he actually had on you one bit.

he's good with kids

Sungho was waiting for you to come out of the restroom with your half-cold coffee in hand before you two could go on with your shopping day. It’s been planned for a while now, but since he was really busy with uni, you had to wait some more.

He was scrolling on his phone before something moving in front of him caught his attention. Looking up, his eyes fell on a little girl walking around in front of the coffee shop next to him, holding on her red dress tightly as her eyes kept darting around too fast to seem normal. Frowning a little, to put his phone in his pocket as he takes the few steps separating him from her, before crouching down in front of her.

“Hey there, are you alone ? Where’s your mom ?” he asked gently, putting on a reassuring smile despite being worried.

She simply shook her head, her face suddenly turning into a deep frown before falling into his arms with tears in her eyes. Her small hands clinging to his shirt made his heart sink, as he held her without a second thought.

"You're alright, you're alright," he sooth gently, rubbing her back, hoping she'll stop crying.

“Sungho ?” Turning around as your worried voice reached his ears, he managed her weight with one arm so he wouldn’t spill your drink, and walked to you.

“She was walking alone so I checked but she lost her parents,” he explained quickly, giving you your coffee back before holding her properly.

Your heart skipped a beat when he held her tighter, pushing her hair away from her face while tilting his head lightly, checking on her silently. His voice was softer than you’ve ever heard and for a second, you couldn’t help but think he’ll be a great father.

“We should walk her to the security post and wait with her,” you said finally, ignoring the pounding of your heart at the sight of your boyfriend with a baby girl in his arms, stroking her cheek sweetly instead.

What you didn’t know was that it had the same effect on him.

Lee Sanghyuk – Riwoo

fix your jewelry

“I’m so anxious and for what, huh ?” you complained, trying to stay still in your seat as Riwoo drove you to work this morning. You wake up late to go with the bus, so he offered to drive you there so you didn’t have to rush.

“You have a big day in front of you, cut yourself some slack,” he tried to calm your nerves down by taking your hand, but it didn’t seem to work as well as both of you’d like.

Your whole day was planned with big meetings, with various investors so the brand you work for could extend itself on the market. You’re not even sure you’ll have time to eat and you had to wake up late on top of that ? You were cursed.

Parking in front of your company, you took a deep breath before turning towards him one last time, flashing him your best puppy eyes.

“Do I look ok ? Is my makeup fine ? Be honest, I can still fix it –”

He moved before you could finish your sentence. Slowly, he fixed your necklace that might have turned around in the rush, then placed a strand of hair behind your ear so the pretty pair of earrings you had on was now showing. Your heart stopped for a second, you were sure of it, and now your cheeks were burning under the thick layer of makeup. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, your breath getting caught in your lungs as he smiled at you. Brushing his knuckles against your cheek on the way back, he flashed you a content smile.

“You look amazing, don’t be too hard on yourself today,” he mumbled before leaning in and leaving a kiss on your lips.

Grabbing his face more roughly than you intended, you kissed him again. “I love you,” you said against his lips before taking your bag and exiting the car, not without thanking him one last time.

rub his chin when he doesn’t understand something

Sitting on the couch next to him, you’ve been trying to explain to him how you build your character for the last 10min, but that didn’t seem to get through his skull. He was frowning at your phone like it told him to call a waiter, one of his hands holding his face frustratingly.

“I don’t get it,”, he said plainly as his fingers ran over his soft skin, rubbing his chin once again.

A bubbly giggle left your lips. “Yeah, I can tell. See, if you take this artifact…”

He asked you because he was curious and wanted to know more about this game you talked so much, so you did your best for him to understand what was going on, but he seemed so upset about it, it made your heart jump in your chest.

It was a whole, the fact that he clicks his tongue, how he rubs his chin over and over as he focuses on your fingers running around the screen, his frown deepening as he titles his head – god, he is gonna be the end of you.

“I can’t do this,” you say out of the blue, leaving your phone next to you before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.

Pushing him down on the sofa with you, his breath hitched at first, but he didn't waste a second before his hands found your waist, kissing you with the same need you showed him.

“All of that ?” he asked sarcastically when you pulled away to catch your breath, making you blush.

“Shut it,” you cut him off, kissing him again, but he certainly wouldn’t argue with that.

remember details

You couldn’t hide your smile as Riwoo sat across from you at a restaurant. There wasn’t any occasion, you just mentioned being too tired to cook over the phone as you stepped out of work so he invited you for diner. It was nothing big, a casual restaurant the two of you go often, but it warmed your heart anyway.

“What is it ?” he asked, a little nervous as you kept on smiling.

“Nothing, I’m just happy to eat with you,” you said with a small shrug, waiting for your order.

The date goes smoothly, jumping topics between work and what is going on between your boss and his secretary, to his dance classes, or even what Taesan did last night to get him screaming over the phone. The wait between the courses is filled with small gasps and giggles, so neither of you bother the table behind you, but still enjoy your time together.

When your main course arrived, your eyes widened happily as you clapped your hands together and started eating without a second thought while coming back to your boss’ affair. You got cut by Riwoo picking his chopstick and removing the tomato from your plate without a word, still listening to you talking when he ate it before sitting back in his seat.

His eyes locked with yours as you stopped talking, so he gestured to you to go on with a quick nod, not knowing your heart just fluttered at how nonchalantly he just picked what you hate from your dish.

“Thank you,” you muttered, looking at your plate all flushed now as he giggled at your reaction.

“It’s not even the first time I do this,” he commented as he started eating himself.

You didn’t answer because he was right, it wasn’t, yet, it never fails to make your heart skip a beat and start beating faster.

Myung Jaehyun

Drive with one hand

Parking right in front of the store you work at, it doesn't take you more than a minute to get in the car, sighing deeply as you sit heavily next to him.

"Sorry I'm late," Jaehyun says, checking you from head to toe to see if you stayed too long under the rain or not.

"No it's fine, thanks for driving me home," you said quietly, feeling all the stress and tiredness falling on your shoulders.

"Always."

Laying deep into your seat, you watch the busy traffic with tired eyes. None of you talk, you rarely do when you clock out of work – too tired after spending the whole day forcing smiles. Jaehyun never minded, sometimes he filled the silence, sometimes not. Tonight he doesn't.

Instead, it’s the playlist he made for you that does, playing all the way back to your shared apartment and he simply hums along with it. His cheek is resting against his hand, laying on the edge of the window. He only had one hand on the wheel as he waited for the green light.

He seems bored, but who wouldn't be – he had a long day on his side too. You can't help but stare at him instead of the traffic, a dreamy smile on your face. Your confident boyfriend shatters under your gaze after he locks eyes with you, a shy smile creeping to his lips.

"What ?" he giggles nervously as he starts driving again.

"Nothing, you're just hot," you say without a second thought at first, then you feel your cheeks heat up.

"I'm not," he sighed but you can tell the compliment went straight to his heart.

You're both flustered, Jaehyun’s hiding his mouth with his free hand and you're back to look through the window, but with a happy smile on your lips.

arch a brow when he’s unimpressed

You didn’t know what was up with this guy, but you surely didn’t want to find out. You didn’t give him a second thought when you came to order two more drinks for you and Jaehyun so he didn’t have to leave the conversation he had going on, but maybe you wished he went instead. That guy was talking to you with a smirk tug on the corner of his lips, laying – supposedly – nonchalantly on the counter while you waited for your drinks, and you hated it. Not that you answered him even once, but he kept on pushing on your arm so you would give him the attention he was begging for.

Clicking your tongue, you were about to finally tell him to fuck off when a hand landed on your waist. Pulling you behind him without even opening his mouth, Jaehyun titled his head to the guy, his silent way to ask him what was going on. Your heart started racing in your chest at how protective he gets and so quickly. One of his hands was still extended toward you protectively, making your breath hitch but you hold back from holding it now.

“Who the fuck are you ? I was about to bring her home,” he clearly had one too many drinks and wasn’t impressive at all, making Jaehyun arch a brow.

“Sure, I’d like to see that happen,” he replied dangerously low, before turning around without another word for him.

Instead, his arm wrapped around you who were already holding both your drinks and walked you back to your table. A long sigh left his lips as he held you closer, leaning his head into yours.

“I’m going next time, hum ?” he almost pleaded in your ear.

You nodded, but honestly, you wouldn’t mind being flirted with if you get to see this hot side of him every time.

when his voice get deeper

Coming out of the shower, Jaehyun crashed on the bed next to you without a word but a deep sigh – you swore he just emptied his lungs. Leaving your phone to the side, you rolled closer to him.

“Tired baby ?” you asked softly, your hand finding his back to rub small circles on his soft, still hot from the shower skin.

“Yeah,” he sighed, his voice deep in fatigue, and your stomach did a flip.

You’re very much aware of the effect his deep voice has on you, and when he’s tired, he can’t really force his voice higher like he’s used to, making your heart beats faster. Moving swiftly after a second, you sat on his lower back with your hands already laying on his shoulders.

“How about a massage ?” you asked gently, pushing on the knot in his tensed shoulders, winning a deep, guttural groan.

“You’re an angel,” he commented breathy, relaxing under your touch.

You tried to ignore how deep any sounds coming from him are as you worked your fingers skillfully on his muscles, you really did but there’s so much you can take from him being topless under you – and making such noises at the same time.

Leaving a kiss between his shoulder blades, you sat back next to him while he lifted his face from the pillow, puzzled. He’s about to ask something when your hands grab his shoulders, turning him around quickly so he lays flat on his back.

“Babe ?” his voice is slightly higher, but it can’t be helped now as you sat on his pelvis.

“Maybe I can help you relax in another way now,” you offered, bending over until your lips brush against his without really kissing him.

A breath moaned left his lips before capturing yours for real, his hands already going up to grab the fat of your hips.

Han Dongmin – Taesan

gently manhandle you

"Careful baby," he whispered behind you as his hands grabbed your waist, pushing you gently to the side so he could open the drawer.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he moves you around so easily, making your heart beats faster. He barely had to put in the effort, too focus on making breakfast for the both of you as you prepared some coffee.

He wasn't even looking your way, still groggy about his early wake up but you couldn't help but stare longer than you realized. A smirk tugged on his lips as he stole a look at you.

"You're staring," he said nonchalantly, almost making you huff at him.

"It's nothing."

It wasn't really a lie, he does this all the time – it just works on you every time.

"If you say so," he shrugged casually, dressing the two plates. That's when you realized he knew very well what he was doing.

tilt his head and frown slightly when he doesn’t understand something

It's not unusual for the both of you to stay in the same room, doing your own things, without exchanging a word for hours. During that time, you can't help but stare at him from time to time and notice how tight his expression is when he's working.

When things don't go his way, he frowns lightly, knotting his eyebrows together tightly as he tilts his head to the side. Sometimes a deep sigh left his lips and you have to close your eyes because oh, how fucked you are.

"You're hot when you're troubled," you said absently, ignoring how down bad that sounds.

It took him out of his mind, straightening his back quickly. "What ?"

"You frown and tilt your head," you explained gently, imitating him as your eyes now locked with his. "That's hot."

He can't help the chuckle leaving his lips, nor the shy yet satisfied smile stretching on them as he shook his head.

"Thank you, I guess," he tries to sound nonchalant, but you can see the tip of his ears are red.

"You're welcome baby."

And you're very satisfied about it.

Leans in when he can’t hear you

The night was going well, he doesn't regret coming in the end, even though he wasn't really down to follow you at your friend's birthday at first. Talking with another guest that happened to have the same interests as him, Dongmin still makes sure to have an eye on you, being only a few steps away.

It was noisy, the rather small room was full of people walking around, talking and laughing at each other, so much he couldn't even hear the guy in front of him clearly.

He doesn't miss you when you make your way to him, a complicated look on his face. He's all ears within a second, dropping his conversation without a second thought to listen to you instead.

"Say, I really..." you started, but he can't figure what you're telling with the noises around.

Leaning in a little so you're closer to his ear, his hand finds your arm instinctively and your heart jumps in your chest. He's so tall compared to you, it actually surprised you to see him leaning in so much.

"Hum ?"

As your heart skipped a beat, you gulped hard to focus back on what you were saying, but your mind went blank for a second. So instead you shook your head and found your way in his arms, ignoring the guy's reaction as you hid your face in his chest.

"What baby ?" He chuckled, leaning in again so he talks to your ear. His hand now rests protectively on your waist.

"Nothing, I forgot. It wasn't important," you muttered, not over how down bad you are for him.

Lee Donghyun – Leehan

wet his lips

You've been looking at Donghyun for the last 10 minutes, and you were genuinely going nuts. He, without exaggeration, wet his lips at least 20 times and it was driving you crazy. You know he was just so busy, he didn’t notice he kept on doing it. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice it.

It left a glossy finish on his lips, all you wanted to do was to kiss him. Whatever you were doing on your phone was long forgotten as you couldn’t focus on it anymore. Leaving it on your lap, you sat up and grabbed his face gently so he would look at you. Surprise is written all over his face when he looks at you, the fish video still playing on his phone.

“You need to stop doing that,” you warned playfully, now making him frown.

“Stop what ?”

“Wetting your lips all the time,” you answered quickly, your finger tapping his lips twice. “They’re gonna get dry.”

And you were gonna lose your mind.

“You need to be more careful,” you nagged gently before leaving a kiss on his lips, feeling them stretched into a smile against yours.

“You’re always sharing your lip balm with me, so I think I’m ok,” he replied proudly, now taping your lips to prove his point.

stare at you when you’re not looking

Leehan has been silent for what felt like too long now. Not that he was the especially talkative type in the first place, but when it's the two of you in his room, he can give you random information before coming back to his things without a second glance. This hasn't happened in a long time.

Lifting your eyes up from your computer, searching for him – you locked eyes with him as he was already staring at you. Your heart flutters at the focus look on his face, as if he was studying your face a second ago so he could answer any exams if he needed to. He does that a lot, and it never fails to make your heart beat faster, or hard to breathe for a second.

"You're staring again," You said quietly, forgetting your laptop for a second.

"Hum, you're pretty," he answered mindlessly, his eyes falling to your lips for a second before locking up to you again.

"No, not right now," you chuckled unamused, pointing at your pajamas and messy hair.

"Yes right now," he argued, moving next to you in his bed. "I decide." He added, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, before crashing down next to you like a big cat.

talks about his interest

Sitting next to Leehan, your head rested on his shoulders as he pointed you at his fishes swimming around their tank. He was explaining to you the time it took for the aquarium to be ready, and you really tried your best to focus on that, but his voice was so slow and deep with fatigue, your mind kept drifting away.

Your eyes were fixed on his reflection on the glass of the tank instead of following his finger, drinking the words falling from his lips as your heart gets warmer. How did you manage to pull such a nerdy, yet hot boyfriend ? You ask yourself everyday what the Gods make.

His hair was falling on his face, hiding his eyes slightly, but he didn't move away as his head was resting on top of yours. A faint smile pushed the corner of your lips.

"You're really amazing," you muttered gently, nuzzling yourself in his neck.

"Am I?" he asked in a small chuckle.

"Hum, you know so much, i love listening to you," you confessed, still smiling but his way now as you looked up to him.

"You don't get bored?"

"Never," you shook your head. "It's hot."

You feel him tested under your touch.

"You think so ?" he asked then, a little hesitant but you could feel the smile in his voice.

You simply nodded, before encouraging him to go on, before he focused on it too much and made a comment that would make your heart explode.

Kim Woonhak

pock his cheek with his tongue when he’s focus

Pulling an all nighter to prepare for an exam the next morning wasn’t a first for you, in fact, it happened more than you’d like to admit, but it was a first with someone by your side. Your new boyfriend decided to stay with you through it this time, working on his own stuff on the other side of the room.

When 4 in the morning hit, your body was so tired, you couldn’t help but lay on your table for a second – doing your best from closing your eyes because you knew it was done if you did. Instead your eyes wandered around the room until they laid on Woonhak sitting on your couch, his laptop on his lap and his headset on. He didn’t move for the last hours as well, so focus on his laptop he didn’t even glance your way during this time. You checked.

Your mind slowed down as you took in every detail about his face. His hair almost falling in his eyes, the small acne scars forming a constellation on his cheek, how he pouted when he’s bothered – he was too cute to be true, even when he looked serious like this. That’s what you thought until his tongue poked the inside of his cheek before clinking it, and a deep sigh left his lips.

You must be more tired than you think because this made your stomach twist and woke you up like cold water. Your eyes widened and you had to clear your throat to keep you from staring. You suddenly moving around caught his attention and he moved one side of his headset to hear you.

“Tired baby ? You’re going to bed ?” his voice’s deep with tiredness but he doesn’t flinch, still focused on his work.

“No I’m fine,” you muttered before sitting up straight. “Just needed a small break.”

“Hum, ok. You’re doing great,” this time, he looked at you and smiled, he was so tired, it was written all over his face, and yet your cute thoughts about him vanished away with your fatigue.

Now you want to be done with your revision and get all his attention instead. That will wait for tomorrow.

run his hand through his hair

Woonhak doesn't like it when his hair starts getting too long. It keeps on falling in his eyes, annoying him to the point where if he doesn't go to the hairdresser within a week, he might just cut it himself in his bathroom with kitchen scissors.

You, on the other hand, really like it. Because he sounds extra hot when he's annoyed, and the way he keeps on running his hand through his hair really works on you.

"I'm so done with this," he groaned under his breath as he pushed it away again.

He fell dramatically on your laps with a deep sigh, his hand now covering his eyes. Gently, your hand started running through his hair in a hopeless attempt to make him change his mind.

"But it looks good on you," you coo, caressing his skin softly as well.

"It's so annoying, I really can't keep it like this," he goes on, shaking his head as he looks up to you with pleading eyes.

"You look hot though," you added quietly, hoping your arrow will land where you want it to.

His eyes widened slightly before he chuckled your comment away, hiding his face in your belly. Only then you noticed how red his ears got.

"Don't say stuff like that," he whispered, and you could feel the mess going on in his mind. "I might keep them like this."

A big smile stretched on your lips as you bent over to pepper his face with kisses.

"I would live for this."

whisper in your ear

The party was getting boring, and you hated your friend for leaving early because she had an exam next morning – as if she didn’t used to go to exams with two hours of sleep and the equivalent of her weight in alcohol in her system. Laying against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, you were stuck staring at people playing spin the bottle as you refused to join since you were taken.

The music wasn’t loud enough, the beer tasted awful and you were hungry – it clearly won’t be your most memorable night. Or it would, but as the worst ever. Sipping on your beer anyway, you flinched when someone stopped next to you before catching the cologne you know too well. Leaning in, Woonhak lips brushed your ear, making your heart jump.

“Not enjoying it ?” he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist as he does.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the warm feeling twisting your stomach into knots slowly as he leaned into your shoulder, his nose now brushing your hot skin. A chuckle left his lips as he held you close to his body, and that’s all you needed to know he was tipsy and bored.

“Wanna go home ?” he asked in your ear again, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I agree it kinda sucks.”

“Taesan won’t mind ?” you asked quietly, watching your common friend you came with kissing a girl around the circle.

“Who cares, he seems busy anyway,” he replied quietly, and for once, you don’t really mind leaving a friend behind.

⠀ ────⠀ PARK SUNGHO

Absolutely adores it, feeling you around his length makes him feel so close to you, it’s very intimate for him.

I don’t see him using it as a punishment, it kills him to deny you pleasure, so at most it’s just an act for you both to relax but also be intimate at the same time.

The sweetest boyfriend ever, praises you, kisses your shoulder and holds you close. and always makes sure you’re comfortable no matter what.

Mostly for when you both are sleepy too, he loves to lazily kiss you while you grind your hips down onto him ever so slightly, also adores those droopy eyes you have while looking at him.

⠀ ────⠀ LEE SANGHYEOK

I don’t see him necessarily enjoying cock warming, and probably would only use it as a punishment. (dom riwoo drools)

He’ll force you to sit still on his cock, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear that makes you clench around him. (making him whimper but he’ll punish you for longer if you tease him about it.)

Smacks your ass if you try to grind your hips down on him, and savors the little gasp you let out.

In the end he gets too needy, and you end up riding him until you’re both milked dry.

⠀ ────⠀ MYUNG JAEHYUN

also isn’t a fan of cock warming imo… he’s so desperate to feel you clench around him while he pumps his length in and out of you. Just sitting while your walls hug him to perfectly would kill him.

Which also makes it a perfect way to punish him.. wink wink nudge nudge, he’ll be whining like a sad puppy under you, gripping your hips while trying to make you grind down onto him, when you don’t budge he’ll just complain more.

Kiss him to shut him up, please because he won’t until you give him what he wants. He melts into you instantly and almost forgets how hard he is.

Don’t give into his puppy eyes or you’ll give him an ego boost!! (It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do)

⠀ ────⠀ HAN DONGMIN

Definitely into it, but unlike popular opinion he’d like it when it’s soft.. like sungho he finds it so intimate and even uses it to focus on work.

He’ll call you over the studio when it’s late and he can’t seem to put his mind to the music. Once you sit on his cock his brain practically does a 180 and he locks in.

Please pepper kisses on his neck and face too, he’ll be putty in an instant. Your lips tickling his skin and your warmth around him puts him at ease.

Usually ends with gentle sex when you’re both done with the work you needed to get done.

⠀ ────⠀ KIM DONGHYUN

The type to be into whatever your kinks are, and most likely wouldn’t think about cock warming until you bring it up to him, but would so use it to his advantage after.

Such a tease once you get desperate only a few minutes in, your hips roll against him, but he doesn’t stop you, only says “I thought you wanted this? What happened pretty?”

You keep still for the sake of not poking a hole in your ego, but he doesn’t let you off the hook. He makes it so hard for you not to just start bouncing on his cock. His hands ro your body, his mouth littering marks all over your neck and chest, biting down on your most sensitive places.

Forget the cock warming at the end he’s a moaning mess under you, his teasing got a bit too much for you..

⠀ ────⠀ KIM WOONHAK

Like Riwoo, he’d use it as a punishment AND be into it. He loves watching you squirm on top of him, pleading in his ear. It only makes him harder.

Move more than once and he will refuse to give you what you want in the end. (Of course unless you give him those eyes that make him fold instantly, he is not a strong soldier.)

Acts clueless when you beg for him to move, he tilts his head like a curious puppy as tears well up in your eyes from how needy you are.

Kisses your cheeks as tears roll down, shushing you as you sniffle. (Another way to make him fold, he can’t stay mean for long..)

a/n : SORRY FOR THE SHORTER LENGTH WITH THESE HCS.. Your girl is a little busy with uni. I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

he’ll gently grab at your wrist but never make an actual attempt to move you away. his breathing stutters when your lips linger more than usual, feeling the familiar pressure of a mark on the column of his throat. and he’s about to tell you off before you go right back to peppering him with kisses and he forgets all about it.

however, when he sees the aftermath of your “kiss” in the mirror, it all comes flooding back to him with an embarrassing blush on his ears. the softer kisses you pressed to his lovebite did nothing to hide it. sungho will say he’ll cover it with makeup when he goes out, but never actually does because he’s almost.. proud of it.

୨ riwoo ⋮ cheek + hands ୧

a simple, traditional kiss on the cheek is the way to go for riwoo. it never gets old and still causes his heart to race when you lean in for a peck. he finds it to be perfect because of how casual it is; a quick one while you’re perusing the town, more playful when you’re in the comfort of your shared apartment. he even loves posing for a selfie with your lips on his blushed cheek.

your expression when you cup his face in your hands is one he can never forget, especially when followed by a flurry of exaggerated ‘mwah’s all over his face. each moment of contact sends a surge of dopamine to his brain that tells him he needs more. he’ll occasionally lean in, almost expectantly, during random times of the day just to experience your love.

his chest feels like it’ll explode when you take the time to kiss the cute beauty mark that’s settled just under his eye. it’s such a small gesture but knowing you love every single inch of him only makes his love for you grow deeper. he’d tattoo the faint whisper of a kiss mark left by your lip tint on that spot if he could.. so he opts for just asking you to do it yourself everyday.

his heart also melts when you lace your fingers with his and bring the back of his hand to your lips. you could peck his wrist in the middle of a conversation, for no real reason in particular, and he’ll fall silent. his hands are just so pretty that you can’t keep yourself away !!

the feeling of your palms against each other is grounding for the both of you, so he insists on it even when you’re just at home. and so he’ll catch you absentmindedly brushing your lips against the tips of his fingers when you’re cuddled up. he finds it to be such a cute and quiet act of intimacy that still makes him a little nervous but finds it so so precious.

it’s especially perfect for when it’s cold out and you want to keep your lover warm. he’ll feel his skin still tingling even minutes after the contact and squeeze your hand even tighter. he’ll also press a quick kiss back to yours if he feels so inclined, which he normally does. it creates a much lovelier sense of warmth than what any pair of mittens could attempt to bring, he thinks.

୨ jaehyun ⋮ cheek + lips ୧

jaehyun will claim he doesn’t have a favorite place to be kissed because absolutely any form of physical affection you give him has him all giddy and happy. but you’ve noticed he gets extra doe-eyed when you lean in closer to his face. whether it’s the proximity, the intimacy, or both, jaehyun’s face gets all warm and red when you press a kiss to his cheek. he thinks your lips are so soft and like a gift from heaven that graces his skin. and no, he’s not exaggerating.

he’s even worse when you have lipstick or gloss on. something about seeing the specific shade you use against his skin is addictive to him. he’ll ask for more and more while he looks at you, pupils dilated and eyes glossed over, until his face is littered with pinky-red kiss marks and he is exactly where he wants to be.

sometimes, he’ll be cheesy and kiss your cheek back, pressing your faces together just to leave a mark identical to his on your skin. “even our kisses are kissing,” he’ll grin, holding you tight even after saying the corniest line ever. and yes, he does ask to take a picture for his wallpaper each and every time.

his lips are always special, too. he’ll pucker up and send you flying kisses from across the room in a wordless attempt to ask for a kiss, which almost always ends up with him just walking over and kissing you himself.

but when you make the first move and close the gap yourself, jaehyun is smiling and giggling into the kiss while pulling you closer. he has the most lovestruck look on his face that melts into a puppy-like smile. he’ll hold you in place for a while, not wanting to separate and end the moment. but when you finally do, the way his eyes sparkle and you see how kiss-bitten his lips are only has you wanting to kiss him again, which causes the cycle to repeat and jaehyun to ascend to cloud nine.

on the days that end a little rough for him, a foolproof way to coax him out of a bad mood is a loving kiss to his lips. you can’t stand to see his saddened pout so you take him into your hands in hopes of fixing the problem. he’ll always happily accept the invitation and end up losing himself in you, forgetting about what made his day so bad anyway. because how could any day end horribly if this is what he gets in return.

୨ taesan ⋮ lips + neck ୧

taesan only claims to love a kiss on the lips because of the journey it takes to get there. he watches with an all too smug grin, using his height to his advantage as you try to reach his face. he thinks you look cute like that with a slight pout and eager eyes. but he’s not evil, he’ll soon cradle your face in his palms after having his fun and close the distance, still laughing into the kiss.

when you do catch him off guard, however, he’ll hum into your mouth as if satisfied with how you’ve taken after his teasing nature. honestly, he’s grown addicted since the very first time you shared a kiss, now looking for any excuse to share one. a quick peck as you pass him in the hallway will leave him stunned for a second before turning around for a ‘real’ kiss.

he’s noticed that you’ve grown bolder and more confident when leaning close to his face and he loves it. because now he looks forward to how your fingers now tangle in the overgrown hair on the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer. the flavor of your lip balm will linger on his lips and drive him crazy throughout the day as he waits to come home to you and get another taste.

but going in for his neck really gets him going. something about you kissing him first, especially in a spot like that, just makes his heart race. he was like a kid on christmas the day you kissed his neck for the first time and he’s continued to chase that high ever since. he’ll tilt his head up to give you better access because he wants you to leave a mark. he won’t ask for it but there’s a noticeable pout on his face when you leave him without one (that you also have to kiss away)

taesan tries to convince you that his collarbones are at “just the right height for you,” and even if it sounds like an insult, he’s completely serious. he’ll start wearing looser shirts that open around his chest like a bird trying to tempt his mate. he means for it to be seductive but it comes out as a cat trying to catch your attention. you give in anyway and he thinks his plan so clever, showing that bread-like smile every time.

he’s grown a liking to when it’s later in the night and you’re giggling from drowsiness as you curl into him. the feeling of your nose nudging against his jaw and how he can feel you smiling against his skin is what makes the moment special, because you’re so you when you’re happy. he of course returns the favor, littering you in kisses while keeping you in his arms, filling the room with your overlapping fits of laughter.

୨ leehan ⋮ nose + forehead ୧

because of how often he leans in close, leehan loves when your faces nudge together and you plant a kiss on his nose, eyes sparkling with admiration. the act is so cute that it’s always followed by a low giggle that’s like music to your ears and your boyfriend wrapping you in his arms to keep all to himself.

it’s such an adorable feature on his face that you can’t help but pay attention to it. especially when he gives you that warm, crescent-eyed smile where his nose scrunches into the most kissable thing ever. the times you get him while he isn’t paying attention, he’ll shyly turn away, the tips of his ears flushed red as he plots a way to ‘get you back’ with a kiss attack of his own.

although, it happens to be most effective when he’s in a sulky mood. he’ll try to maintain his scowl while acting like nothing is wrong, but he can’t turn you down when your lips are so soft against the tip of his nose and your smile is so sweet and determined to make him happy again. he’ll still ask for another before indulging in you, just for good measure :3

he also savors each and every smooch on the forehead you give him. despite his height, he’ll occasionally crane his neck downwards with a knowing smile, level to your face to lure you to kiss him. it’s best for when he’s feeling just a little needy for your attention and the small act of praise is enough to keep him going for the day.

you have perfect access when he lays on you. his arms wrapped around your middle and face tucked into your chest like all he needs to breathe is you. careful fingers push his bangs out of his face and give way to the best place for a kiss just above his eyebrow. he’ll hum in amusement and peek out from the crook of your neck in a silent plea for some more loving, to which you graciously give into each and every time.

and even though he doesn’t like when others mess with his hair, it feels different when it’s you. in fact, he’ll encourage you to do so by not-so-secretly guiding your hand to his head. you know it’s because he likes when you fix it up for him, following up with a kiss above the bridge of his nose, and he knows you know this. so it’s become a mutual exchange where you, in turn, get to act as your very pretty lovers own personal hair stylist while he stares at you like you hung the moon and stars. (plus, you both get kisses at the end, so win-win!)

୨ woonhak ⋮ lips + shoulder ୧

woonhak swears he’s all smooth and suave when it comes to being romantic. he’ll lean on a doorframe in an attempt to flirt and serenade you in the car during a spontaneous late night drive. but a sweet kiss will shut him up pretty quick.

you’re both so used to him rambling all the time that cutting him off with a kiss has become normal, and almost expected..(sometimes he’ll talk nonstop just to get you to kiss him.) and yet, he’s still caught off guard by it almost every time, a quiet gasp escaping his lips before they connect with yours. but he can never resist you and melts into it every time, letting out a low whine while his hands find yours. you find his nervous blush so comically adorable, it only makes you lean in again!!

plus, he lovess when you kiss the corners of his mouth. he’d never admit it but that specific little moment gets his heart racing and makes him want to pull you in closer. whether it’s to kiss a pout away or when you claim he has a crumb there, woonhak thinks you’re just too cute when your lips land on the edge of his. so he’ll bridge the gap before giving it a second thought and lean into your touch on the back of his neck.

and on the days where days in the studio drag into later nights, a kiss to his shoulder can easily calm his mind. you’re perfect company when he’s working and somehow know exactly when he needs a little break. he loves that you’re just the perfect height to rest his chin on, exchanging little acts of love throughout the day with one to your forehead and one to his shoulder.

he appreciates the calmer act of affection as opposed to everything else in his life moving so quickly. it’s gentle, the way you lay your head against the broadness of his frame and tilt your chin for your lips to make contact. soft yet solid kisses pressed against his shoulder blade, followed by you leaning further into his side. it’s sweet, quietly intimate, and just what he needs when everything else gets a bit too busy.

you will admit, however, that you can’t hold back on the days he wears a tank top. woonhak swears he doesn’t do it on purpose but loves the extra attention he gets from you. he’ll jump at the occasional bite or mark you decide to leave on the exposed skin and whine that he should give you one back, “just to be fair,” to which he’ll act upon anyway and might get a little carried away..

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he's the newest addition to the rotation. so freaking shy the first time you met, but made up for it every time afterwards. constantly asking you if it feels good or if he's doing the right thing while the whole time he has his head buried in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his tongue. he has such pretty fingers too 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and they reach so deep into you and it makes you cum so easily it's almost embarrassing.

he's such a whimperer - when you suck on his dick his entire face explodes into red and he whines sooo much about how good it feels and begging you to not stop because he's sooo close. and when you swallow his cum he's all like it's so dirty! and he has to make it up to you by letting you ride him until you're satisfied and he's totally over stimulated, his cock twitching as you pull off him, hips jerking at the lack of friction and voice stuttering at the slightest touch.

he's a bit clumsy but he puts his 200% into it it's almost endearing. always end up sobbing with the overstim but he can't stop because it just feels too good ♡ he loves being buried in your hole, he's addicted, and you can't help but spoil your good puppy, before he starts misbehaving like the rest of the members...

wednesday's are riwoo's days.

he loves to start out with a heated makeout session, messy in the dim light of his apartment until you're dripping and rubbing up against his bulge through his jeans, gasping.

he's totally into body worship, leaving kisses and running his hands along your curves and teasing your sensitive parts. he's big into foreplay, having you cum on his tongue or fingers before his dick even sees the light of day, playing with your tits and squeezing them as your nipples perk up from the stimulation. loves when you tug onto his hair and arch your back off the bed, begging for him to just fuck you already. he doesn't listen, of course, just goads you to gush onto his tongue as his thumb draws circles on your hips.

you're trembling in his arms by the time he finally puts his dick in, his hips immediately setting a wild pace as he thrusts into you. at this point he's finally put his own pleasure first, chasing after his own orgasm as you sob through his rough thrusts and his dick brushing up against your walls. he loves when you make a mess, drooling into his silk sheets as he takes you and squirting over his dick when you can't take it anymore.

this freak is into filming, setting up his phone camera so that it can catch the way he pounds into you and your loud moans of his name as you cum all over him. he keeps it mostly to himself, but whenever he feels particularly cruel he'll send it into the groupchat with the message: 'fap material 🙄' because he knows damn well what the other guys will do when they see it.

leehan has claims over thursday.

you never know what exactly you'll get. sometimes he's all mommy's squirmy baby and a brat who needs to be punished, and sometimes he's tearing off your clothes the moment you step through his door and forcing you to take his cock down your throat.

he loves making you say he has the best cock, the one who makes you feel the best, the only one that can make you feel this way. it totally fuels his ego and he loves when you praise him. he'll make you say his name over and over and that he's the only cock that reaches that deep inside of you if you want to cum, and he's really strict about it too.

there's this unspoken rule about not cumming in you. always wrap it up and never raw inside. it's leehan who breaks that rule first. promising it's just the tip and that the others don't have to know, until he's pounding you into the mattress, your ass in the air as his dick is wrapped in your heat. he swears he can't go back once he feels you raw - it's too fucking good, and it's so fucking hot when his cum leaks out of your tight hole. the visual is so insane he just has to take a picture and send it to the groupchat, which everyone gets annoyed by because what happened to the rule?? but leehan doesn't care because what he wants he gets.

leehan's a total switch. he loves when you treat him like some dumb virgin, demanding him to stroke himself as he watches you take a dildo up your hole, unable to touch you.. feel you.. he'll let you use all sorts of toys on him because he loves the pain and he'll take anything his mommy tells him to ♡ he's not going to say no to anything! he loves when you let him suck on your tits, he can literally cum just from that. and when you punish him for cumming in you last week? he moans and cries and promises not to do it anymore - but obviously he will, because leehan always gets his way!!

friday is taesan's day.

after that stupid stunt leehan pulled, taesan has been breeding you ever since. of course, he's not as stupid as leehan, making it known to everyone that he's using you like a cumdump, but he needs you to know that he's the only one who gets to cum in you like this. he gets crazy thinking about you carrying his kid specifically, your breasts swollen with milk. the idea that his seed is the one that your body took makes him feel crazy. he breeds you til you're leaking with his cum, and plugging you to make sure nothing gets wasted. whoever gets you next is in for a nasty surprise when they pull down your panties and see a plug in your cute cunt, but taesan knows jaehyun's a total freak and it probably turns him on seeing his girl being used like that.

surprisingly sweet outside of that. calls you his perfect girl and always moaning and groaning about how this pussy was made for him and how fast he's gonna cum. but he's uber possessive about you, hates when you bring up the other guys, and if some of them leave marks on you? he's pissed and sucking new ones over them just to claim you as his. gets you a collar with his initials and demands you wear it with the other guys, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him ♡ he's also a little piece of shit who calls you on the other days when the other guys are fucking you. some of them pick up... and when they do, taesan just sits back and jerks himself off until his cum paints his phone screen, selectively ignore the guy and focusing on the way you moan and gasp.

loves to cuddle with you afterwards, his dick still in your walls and his hand carding through your hair. he's just a little cat please praise him and tell him how well he's done and he'll cum untouched into your pussy some more, flooding your hole with his seed ♡

jaehyun gets saturday - the only weekend - because he's the leader and technically your boyfriend.

he gets to monopolise your entire day and he'll never stop shoving that into the other's faces. sends pictures constantly throughout the day. whether it's a sneaky upskirt picture of you while you're on a date or a pic of you with his cum on your face, he's totally unashamed of reminding everyone he gets a whole day with you.

jaehyun's got a dirty mouth, moaning up and down about how your pussy is still so tight even after having so many dicks in you and how you're gorgeous and perfect and all he wants to do is breed you and pound you until you turn into putty in his hands and all you know is jaehyun and his pretty cock. he gets so turned on by your babbling about how deep and huge his cock is and how you're gonna cum and begging him to cum in you because you're his... he thinks about it at night and totally jerks off by humping your pillow and cumming all over it like some teenage boy.

he's not opposed to sharing, after all, he's the one who started this whole thing. everyone tries to be on their best behaviour around jaehyun because they might get an extra fuck in if he wants to!

jaehyun's another one that ignores the rules about not cumming in you... like fuck that he'll do what he wants he set the rules!! he loves the feeling of being bare inside you and it feels like heaven to him ♡ another guy who has an insane breeding kink, wants you full of his cum, even if that means eating out taesan's cum from the night before so that you're empty and ready to be filled with his cum now ♡ he'll do it even if you're overstimmed and sobbing for him to stop, because you're dirty with that stupid emo's cum and he's going to treat you right and worship you like the goddess you are, hmph!

you bit on your lower lip as you looked down, blush creeping from your neck to your face when you noticed the growing tent between his legs.

woonhak's face went completely red when he realised the reason why you weren't looking at his face anymore. he quickly panicked, pulling his hands away from you before you would think he's some type of pervert.

"fuck– shit– oh my god, I'm so sorry. I- I couldn't help it. I- fuck, I'm sorry, I swear it won't happen ag–"

"it's okay, woonie." you cut him off, batting your lashes at him. you leaned in closer to kiss him again, biting on his lower lip to let yourself in.

one of your hands travelled dangerously down to his lower abdomen, your wrist accidently touching his clothed erection, earning a whine around your tongue. a sound you never heard coming from him.

he sucked on your swollen lips as his hands hesitantly came back to your body, pulling you even closer by the waist.

as the kiss turned heavier you felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. your fingers tangled around the strings of his hoodie, deepening the kiss.

woonhak's lips traced from your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw until he was facing the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping on your warm body. you let out a shaky moan into the air, hands going to slightly grip at his hair.

"woonie…" you called out softly, slowly pushing him away. you rested your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his heated core. he looked down at the way you brushed your thumb on his thigh. he swallowed hard, wishing you could lower your touch just a little more.

he looked up, noticing the way your face blushed with anticipation, the way your lips looked glossy thanks to the mix of salivas, and the way the collar of your shirt had loosened up from pulling it down.

"yeah?" he asked, and you swore you could see his eyes sparkling up like a cartoon character.

you exhaled softly yet nervous, not knowing how to make up the words without sounding too vulgar. "I–" you started, quickly giving glances to his growing crotch. "can I…?" you looked away, scratching your hand just to do something with it. you cleared your throat. "can I touch it..?"

his heart pounded hard and his eyes opened wide. he let out a shaky, nervous laugh and his eyes darted everywhere but you. "y-you don't have to…it'd probably go away. other wise I could j-just go to the bathroom anyways." he gulped, finally looking at you.

"but I really want to." you said, instinctively pouting at him. you grab one of his hands with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. you noticed his adam's apple bob up and down once again.

woonhak stared at you for a moment, biting his lower lip at the thought of you touching him the way he'd had imagined many times on those needy late nights.

he let out a heavy sigh, slowly nodding as he looked down at his painful boner. he usually didn't get hard during making out, he'd fight it back, but there was something different in the air tonight.

you managed to kiss him again, hands starting to traced down from his chest to his thighs once again, making him shiver under your touch. you hesitantly reached your hand over his erection, slowly palming him over his jeans.

he moaned softly into your mouth, the tip of his ears immediately turning a deep red at the unfamiliar touch. woonhak's hips bucked up unconsciously, and he uselessly tried to apologise against your tongue. you moaned softly at the vibration, the sound sending waves straight to his already twitching dick.

your fingers struggled with the button of his jeans until you finally pulled back from his lips, using both hands this time. he helped you out, pulling his jeans down and throwing them to the floor.

you kissed him again as you grabbed his dick over his boxers. he whimpered into your lips, brows frowning with pleasure.

he hid his face on your neck, trying not to moan too loudly when you started to move your hand up and down painfully yet deliciously slow. you whined when he bit your neck a little too hard.

"f-fuck– you sound so hot.." he murmured against the red skin of your neck.

he turned his gaze at you, coming back to kiss you eagerly as his hands tried to grope every part of your torso. you let out a small moan when he did an experimental squeeze at your breast.

your hand reached down to the hem of his boxers as you pulled away, searching for his permission. when he nodded you pulled his underwear down to his knees, he hissed at the feeling of the cold air against his glowing red cock.

you took it, trying to decipher the way his face contorts as you pumped up and down. "does it feel good?" you asked, a soft pout forming on your lips.

he let out a pathetic moan when your thumb started playing circles on his aching tip. "f-fuck– y-yeah, it feels good. j-just try twisting your wrist more. shit–"

you do as he says, going back to kiss him as you pumped him. he pulled away and you noticed the way his chest fell back and forth, throwing his head against the headboard behind him.

"it feels s'good." he whimpered, resting his hands on his sides, not knowing what to do with them now, completely overwhelmed.

your stomach fluttered, the sounds he made sending heat throughout your whole body. it was a lot.

too much and not enough at the same time.

you noticed the way his breathing stuttered, the way his body tensed slightly beneath your hand. you slowed down without thinking twice, earning a confused look from him.

"wha-what? why did you slowed down?" his voice cracked, eyes flickering between your blushed face and your hand.

for a split second he thought he'd done something wrong. moaned too loud, reacted too desperately.

"I– I really don't know..." you confessed, earning a shaky laugh from your boyfriend. you laughed too, trying to ease the sudden tension. "I g-guess I just wanted to check on you," you said softly. "am I doing alright..?"

his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled, leaning in to give a small peck onto your lips. "yeah," he nodded quickly, then slower, meeting your eyes. "you're doing it perfect. f-feels much better than my own hand." he let out a breathy laugh.

you nudged his shoulder slightly with your free hand, more blush forming on your cheeks thanks to his comment. "shut up."

you leaned in to kiss his lips, brushing your tongue across his as the pace on your hand quickened again little by little. his breath hitched, the sound muffled against your mouth.

woonhak tried to focus on breathing through his nose, but it was useless. every small movement of your hand and your mouth sent a jolt through him, sharp but warm.

he pulled away, throwing his head back again, placing his forearm over his face, trying to hide it from you. his cheeks were burning up and his brain was fogging, squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to steady himself.

he opened them back, looking at you. looking at the way you were watching his face, not his body. the way your brows knit together slightly, like you were paying attention to every little reaction, like you got off by the way his face contorts, made his chest tighten.

you noticed the way his breath hitched whenever your thumb brushed his tip, the way his lips parted letting out the prettiest sounds you ever heard. even the smallest reactions, all because of you.

your thighs pressed together instinctively, a quiet rush of heat pooling low in your core at the sight of him like this. you weren't sure when watching him started to feel this good, almost as if you were watching something you shouldn't.

woonhak noticed. not the movement itself, but the way your breath changed when he did. it made his stomach twist pleasantly, feeling his climax come closer.

the idea that his sounds, his reactions, the way he was falling apart under your touch were doing something to you made his heart race faster than before.

his fingers curled into the sheets, feeling closer than before. "I–" he called out, voice cracking. "I think I'm gonna– fuck." his breath catching in his throat.

you felt the way his body tensed beneath your touch, the way his hips stuttered as they tried thrusting up into your hand. you leaned in without thinking, pressing your lips to his, slow and warm as if you were grounding him. the pace of your hand quickening in a way that made his eyes rolled back to his skull.

his whole body gave in at once. he gasped into your lips, the sound muffled and desperate, hands flying to grip tight at your waist. his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his seed spread across your hand, swearing softly under his breath.

"fuck, s-shit– oh my god." his voice cracked. his breath was uneven.

you patted his head with your free hand as the other one slowed down, trying to milk every single drop until he was done. he stayed there until it finally passed, breathing hard. his hands still fisting around your waist, knuckles white.

he let out a shaky sigh, half laughing and half embarrassed. you smiled, cheeks burning just as much as his as you let go his dick. "'you okay?"

he nodded slowly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes were still glossy, and his mouth formed a cute pout. "yeah..." he said quietly, pulling away to grab the box of tissues on his nightstand, cleaning both your hand and his thighs.

he finished cleaning up quietly, pulling his boxers back up. his movements were a little clumsy, sensitive, like his body still hadn't caught up with what just happened.

your ears still buzzed like crazy. heart racing, skin warm, your whole body feeling heavy. watching him cum undone like that, hearing the way his voice broke. it all replayed in your head, sending another quiet wave of heat low in your stomach, making you press your thighs together again without even realising it.

woonhak noticed it, his ears burning red immediately.

"are you...um," he started, then stopped, rubbing his palms against his thighs nervously. "are you okay?" he asked, voice soft and careful.

you felt warmth settling into your chest. you nodded, "yeah." a shy flat smile tugging on your lips. "I am." you said, then hesitantly added, "it was...really nice...hot."

his eyes widened just a little, smiling. "it was?"

you nodded again, cheeks heating up as you started to hug your legs, resting your chin between your knees.

his gaze dropped without meaning to. just for a second.

his breath caught immediately and his face went hot all over again when he noticed the faint darkened patch of arousal on your shorts.

he looked away so fast it almost hurt his neck.

"..sorry," he blurted out quietly, embarrassed before you'd even said anything. his hands curled into the sheets again. "I didn't mean to stare."

you hadn't even noticed what he'd seen until you looked down between your legs. your cheeks burned, instinctively hugging your legs closer, embarrassed as if you didn't just give him the best handjob of his life.

it took him a moment to work up the courage to look at you again. when he did, his expression was soft. careful. almost worried.

"I just–" he hesitated, swallowing hard. "I thought maybe...you might be feeling...kinda worked up too..?" his voice dropped lower, shy but serious. "because of me."

"if you are," he continued, words rushed now, flustered. "I mean– only if you want– I could...maybe help? just a little? not anything you don't want to." he shook his head quickly. "I just don't like the idea of you feeling all...uncomfortable because of me."

his eyes flicked down to your crotch once more, then back up. apologetic and hopeful all at once.

"...I want to take care of you too," he said softly. then, quieter, "even if it's just– I don't know...whatever you want."

you didn't answer right away. instead, you let your legs relax just a little, unwrapping your arms that were around them. his eyes followed every little movement you made.

woonhak swallowed hard. jaw tightening as his gaze dropped again, lingering longer this time, biting back a moan. his hands slid to rest on your knees, thumbs brushing slow, warm circles against your skin.

he leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your knee. not where you were aching. not yet. he reached for both of your hands, locking his fingers with yours and giving them a small squeeze, grounding not only you but himself too.

you leaned forward to kiss him, a muffled whine slipping from you when he started to spread your legs to let himself settle between them. his hands resting on the inner sides of your thighs to keep you spread apart.

his breath ghosted over your body as he lowered himself, close enough feel his warmth even through your shorts. close enough that your fingers tangled in his hair without thinking.

he paused, then look up at you. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, eyes sparkling up.

your breath stuttered. you looked down at him, at the way he was waiting. hands steady on your thighs, gaze warm but intense.

"don't," you said softly, voice barely louder than a whisper. "please."

PARK SUNGHO dragging him into doing silly trends

regardless how silly he may think the tiktok you just showed him is, there’s such a low chance for him to say no. almost all of the time, you’d catch him saying yes. to his defense, how could he say no to someone like you? he loves seeing that spark of excitement in your eyes and can’t help but smile as you eagerly set up for the video you’re about to record. sungho, without a doubt, would just look at you with so much love as you tie that pink ribbon around him, adoring and cheesing over you internally.

LEE SANGHYEOK random physical touch

he doesn’t dislike physical touch, however, he will get all tensed up if someone were to randomly give it to him without warning. but with you? that’s a complete different story—poke at him, wrap your arms around him, or even smother him with affection, and he'd let it happen without a single complaint. if you wanted it, he’d simply give it to you. regardless, it’s a win-win situation for him—you’d get all the physical touch you want and he gets pampered with your sweet kisses and hugs. let’s say, there was always a motive all along—one that leaves him content with getting to keep you as close as possible.

HAN DONGMIN taking his belongings without asking

the first time he saw you wearing one of his hoodies, he could’ve sworn he fell even harder for you. sure, he’s the type who usually prefers when people ask before borrowing his things, but seeing you in it? that was a whole different story. it brought an instant smile to his face, one he couldn’t hide even if he tried. from that moment on, he’s never refused you—or asked for anything back. need to borrow his phone for a bit? go ahead. want to wear that accessory he cherishes so much? it’s yours. he’s just that down bad for you. honestly, it doesn’t matter how long it’s out of his sight because as long as it’s with you, he’s at ease. he trusts you completely—and maybe, just maybe, he secretly loves the reminder that he’s yours.

KIM DONGHYUN you have all of his attention

safe to say, you have the leehan completely swooned. you could be distracting him from his game or youtube video, but the moment you call his name, it's like everything fades into the background. it’s almost as if, within a split of a second, he’d be right there for you. even when you don’t call for him, he’ll pause whatever he’s doing just to check up on you. whether it’s a quick text or simply staying close within your reach, it’s more than enough to keep him content. his eyes soften the moment they land on you, almost as if he can’t help but admire the person who means the most to him. and honestly? he wouldn’t want it any other way.

KIM WOONHAK decorating his belongings

at first, he might refuse and say a few half-hearted complaints as you pulled out your sticker sheets. but the moment you stuck those tiny heart stickers on his phone case, it was game over. his heart started racing faster than he’d like to admit, and suddenly, those so-called “childish” designs didn’t seem so bad. ever since then, he’s been extra cautious with anything you’ve decorated, treating them with such care as if his life depended on it. he’s practically paranoid about getting even the tiniest scratch on them. in fact, he takes every chance he gets to proudly show them off—whether it’s his phone, notebook, or water bottle—and purposely leaves his things out in the open, secretly hoping you’ll add more. it doesn’t matter if the stickers are cute, silly, or completely random. what matters is that you’re the one who decorated them, and to him, that makes them absolutely perfect.

‘💬’ ─── new year new layout ( ? ) do we like this way of writing for hcs ??