Cannot Get The Idea Of Bob Sucking His S/o's Nipples To Fall Asleep Out Of My Mind.

cannot get the idea of bob sucking his s/o's nipples to fall asleep out of my mind.

droopy eyes fluttering shut as his lips close around your nipple, tongue licking over the hot skin. the way he suckles gently making your heart swell. seeing your wso boyfriend so comfortable and relaxed filling you with happiness. he wraps himself around you, pressing himself as close as he can get while he starts to fall asleep.

"love you, baby... thank you."

idolboyfriend!san x fem!reader

the stress of the week had built up and finally overwhelmed you.

on monday, you had forgotten to set your alarm and overslept, resulting in you having to rush to work without eating. on tuesday, your least favourite colleague was absent and guess who was picked to do their work? yes, you.

on wednesday, your period had started, leaving you with excruciating cramps which made you irritable all day. it was now thursday, and on the way back home from work, you had tripped on a crack in the pavement, bruising your knees and giving you the embarrassment of falling over in public.

now, you were curled up in bed, still in your work clothes, sobbing. your tears ran down your cheeks, leaving trails of ruined makeup. wallowing in your emotions, you almost didn't hear the door open.

almost.

of course, it was thursday. the day your boyfriend san comes home early from practice. he called out, quickly bounding to the bedroom when he heard your reply.

his grin dropped from his face as he took in the desolate sight of his girlfriend. rushing to you, he wraps you in his arms, lifting you onto his lap.

"baby! what's happened?"

a fresh wave of cries overcomes you as you manage to hiccup your problems to him. he holds you tight, stroking your hair and murmuring reassurances to you.

after you've calmed down, san grips your hand and leads you into the bathroom. sitting you down on the toilet lid, he proceeds to run a bath, putting in a bath bomb and some oils, the aromas floating into the room. next, he puts some makeup remover onto some cotton pads and takes off the dried makeup on your face, gently swiping it across your eyes and over your cheeks. after that, he tugs off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear so you can deal with that yourself.

he leaves the bathroom, letting you settle into the hot bathwater. he returns, holding a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie of his. placing them on the toilet lid, he bends over you, pressing a kiss to your head.

when you've finished in the bathroom, you step out, wearing san's big clothes, his scent surrounding you. as you enter the bedroom, you're met with the sight of your freshly showered boyfriend, dressed in only sweatpants, sitting in bed. he has a small pile of snacks next to him and on the screen opposite, you can see the opening titles of a movie you've been planning to watch together.

a smile paints his face as he sees you, his arms opening automatically. you grin as you practically jump onto him, snuggling closer to his warm skin. his arms rest around your shoulders, rubbing them occasionally. he grabs a snack from his side, opening the packet and placing it between you. he then reaches for the remote control, playing the movie.

later, the snacks have finished, and the movie has ended. you've fallen asleep against san, taking comfort in his embrace. he smiles down at you, admiring your beauty. pressing a kiss to your cheek, he whispers,

"goodnight, my star.

5 types of kisses - wong yukhei (nct lucas)

disclaimer, this is totally inspired by another writer, who's user I can't remember :( they did the same thing, but with members of txt.

forehead kisses

lucas pulled your sobbing figure close, his long arms wrapping around your shoulders. he murmurs small reassurances to you, his low voice filling your ears. his hands run up and down your back, firmly holding you against him, so you can't move away. comforted by him, your sobs quiet, replaced by ocassional sniffles. he leans back, looking at your tear streaked face as his head dips to press a soft kiss to your forehead. he smiles at you asking if you're feeling better before pulling you back into his chest once he's recieved your confirmation.

neck kisses

lucas's large form was half laying on you, his arm around your waist. one leg was tangled in yours, the length far extending yours. his head was buried in your neck, his soft breaths tickling your skin. unsure whether he was awake or not, you decided to run your fingers through his hair, seeing if he'd stir. he doesn't move, but you feel his head shift, feeling his lips against your warm skin. he kisses your neck gently, silently thanking you for loving him. the hand on your waist rubs circles into your skin, wishing to reciprocate your actions.

passionate kisses

you nervously waited for lucas, outside his gate at the airport. you shifted your weight from each foot as you looked around, in case he had to come out from another exit. your attention was pulled to the gate in front of you, a loud call of your name echoing in the airport. lucas was rushing towards you, his smile wide as he opens his arms. you yelped as he lifted you, spinning you around as he cheered. he quickly puts you down, his big hands cupping your cheeks as he captures your lips in a deep kiss, pouring the emotions of the last month into it.

hand kisses

sitting in his lap, your back against his chest, it was inevitable that you ended up fiddling with his hands. his long fingers were entertaining, the size almost comical. lucas had clearly had enough, his hands coming around yours, gripping them. this effectively stopped your movements. you turn in his lap, him still holding your hands. as you lean on one of his shoulders, he lifts your hand, kissing the fingertips. he murmurs how much he loves your hands, giggling as you hide your face in his shoulder in embarrassment.

cheek kisses

what do you get a man who has everything he could ever want? you make him something from your heart. in your case, it was an album of photos from throughout your relationship. each photo was named, and had the date it was taken. the album itself was decorated simply but elegantly, matching lucas's personal style. handing it to him, he smiled as he opened it, scanning the pictures. his smile only gets bigger as he reaches the last page. he puts it aside, pulling you close as he kisses your cheek tenderly, mumbling thanks against your red skin.

idk why but I could see rooster with a tongue piercing

If rooster has a beard that changes a lot of things and i can no longer respect hawaii babe for letting someone with a hideous beard do her dirty …

perfect sexy mustache and clean shaved chin on the other hand 😭😍😘😘🙏🏻

When I say TIP Rooster, I’m talking about this man and this man only… perhaps some light scruff on occasion but Amy wouldn’t have tolerated that shit so it’s largely a no

little gender neutral drabble based on this tiktok. I know it was probably intended to be a spicy thing but I just thought it was cute <33 i love him so much :(

warnings: anxiety, comfort

stepping out of your bedroom, you caught sight of a familiar fabric meeting broad shoulders, leaning up against the arm of the sofa. from your position, you could see his legs, drawn up so they'd fit, encased in his regular cargoes, stretched tight across his thighs.

whenever könig was feeling anxious, even at home with you, he'd sometimes put his mask back on. it offered some level of security, and he could relax a little under its cover. he'd explained this to you while squeezing your hand, reassuring that it's never any fault of yours. he just needed it sometimes.

moving forward, you walk into his eyeline, turning so your body is facing him. his eyes widen as they lock with yours. this makes you frown a little, as you guessed he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear your approach. you reach out slowly, giving him time to stop you. your hand presses to the back of his head, moving down to smooth the fabric over his hair.

his eyes flutter as he leans into your touch.

"you okay? woke up without you."

he shakes his head minutely, his eyes shiny and seemingly extra pale against his dark mask.

oftentimes when he was in this state, it was best to let him be, and he finds you again when he's ready. dropping your hand from his head, you give him a gentle smile and a small nod, you turn to head to the kitchen, thoughts of getting him some water and food running through your head, something he forgets when he's feeling anxious. before you can take a step away, you feel a large hand grip your wrist, tightening slightly.

twisting back, you notice that he had shifted his body up to reach you, his black tee stretching a little over his chest.

"schatz."

his voice was quiet and scratchy, strained from having not been used for hours. his hold on you loosened, his hands falling to his thighs. in a stuttered, awkward motion, he lets his legs fall open, creating a space between. his eyes implore to yours, glossy with emotion. it takes you a moment, but you understand the prompt. climbing between his legs, you settle your body against his. your head rests on his shoulder with your arm reaching across his chest.

immediately, his arms come up, wrapping around your body, holding you to him. the comforting feeling of his arms around you relaxes you, and you take a deep breath. könig mirrors you, his chest rising as the air rushes into his lungs.

it takes a few minutes of snuggling, but eventually, könig takes another deep breath before lifting one hand to remove his mask, dropping it on the floor. his arm quickly readjusts back around you, squeezing a little. you tilt your head up a little, pressing a small kiss to his jaw.

"feeling better?"

his low hum in response rumbles against your cheek and you can't hold back the little smile that spreads across your face. he turns his head to gratefully press his lips against your temple.

"thank you, liebling."