Ummm I Have No Idea And A Lot Of Doubts That This Will Reach Anyone But Im Just Gonna Leave This Here

ummm i have no idea and a lot of doubts that this will reach anyone but i’m just gonna leave this here i fear…. first time posting anything like this EVER idk what happened to me suddenly 😅😅…..🤭 this was originally just in my notes cause i was feeling freaky it had nothing to do with leehan but uh… yeah! so that’s why it’s wonky

imagine you’re stroking him and edging him and you’re on your knees while he’s sitting on the couch and as you’re doing it he looks down at your hands movements and your pretty face, with a half wide open mouth realizing how you’re teasing him, reading his expressions while looking up at him you’re realizing how mind driving he looks with that expression on his face???? as

you’re pleasuring him, one hand playing with his cock while your other hand’s forearm resting on his thighs and your head leaning onto your forearm, watching as your hand moves up and down, in a steady motion, while also looking up at him, playful like look on your face, enjoying teasing him, it’s as if you’re slow movements are driving him absolutely crazy (not as if, they ARE making him go feral), like he’s gonna get off the leash any second from the pleasure, as he’s almost pleadingly saying “i’m gonna cum” with a heavy almost a moaning exhale right after, expecting the orgasm but he feels your hand movement speed decrease as those words hit your ears, a smirk lighting up on your face, it’s as if he’s about to cry - pushing his hips upwards to somehow let you know to speed up, head thrown back on the couch, his right hand gripping your hair that’s in a messy bun while the left is brought up to his face covering it, breathing heavily from all the exhaustion but pleasure at the same time.

my friend said she doesn’t think taesan would let go of his dominance over you and i’ve been thinking about it a lot since. especially with domestic dominance .. would do the most mundane things. a hand on the small of your back whilst you’re walking next to him, his hand resting on your thigh whilst you’re sat together. moves you to walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens car doors for you. takes such good care of you without ever saying a word to you about it. never mentions things he’s doing or wants to do, he just does them without a second thought …

but in the bedroom his dominance could spiral so much, plus go from being so teasing and mean to being so sweet and loving to you. reminding you of just how much he loves you with each deep thrust he makes into you. would know exactly how to reduce you to a mess of whine, shakes and moans no matter what he’s doing. he’d always be so proud of you too, always letting out sweet whispers of praises no matter what kind of role he takes above you.

adoring BOYFRIEND!leehan

non-idol!leehan x gn!reader

sungho • riwoo • jaehyun • taesan • leehan!! • woonhak

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boyfriend!leehan who surprises you with slime he made himself because whenever he looked over your shoulder you were watching slime poking videos.

boyfriend!leehan who won't hesitate to switch dishes with you in the event that you prefer his over your own when you are dining out.

boyfriend!leehan who hides behinds curtains in attempt to spook you, not knowing that his feet are very much visible (you pretend to be scared anyways).

boyfriend!leehan who lets you braid and play his hair because he knows that you tend to fidget with things whenever you’re stressed.

boyfriend!leehan who initiates staring contests just because he likes looking at your face (you haven’t won against him yet).

boyfriend!leehan whose guilty pleasure is to sing disney duets with you (⏤sungho WHO?!!1).

boyfriend!leehan who often speaks with busan dialect because he enjoys seeing how flustered you get.

boyfriend!leehan who eats the orange jellies because he knows that they’re your least favorite.

boyfriend!leehan who has sudden bursts of energy and b-boys in front of you at random.

boyfriend!leehan who buys you matching hangyodon and kingyochan items whenever they are available.

boyfriend!leehan who doesn’t complain when you drag him around to run errands you could technically do by yourself.

boyfriend!leehan who doesn’t feel the need to mask his true emotions around you because you love him so sweetly.

best friend, experienced fwb! leehan x virgin, inexperienced! reader

(continuation of preview one)

warnings: nsfw talk, no explicit scenes

wc: 1.5k

a/n: preview two is here! the smut will be reserved for the actual fic <3 let me know your thoughts so far!!

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You’re both seated across your plush floor carpet, your backs leaning against the side of your bed. “So…” you gulp nervously, looking anywhere except for Leehan, whose eyes you can feel are trained on you. You concentrate your attention straight ahead on your shelf—specifically, the fluffy alien plushie your best friend gifted you on your birthday. You've named the lil guy Leehan in your head, although you've sworn yourself to secrecy (and utter embarrassment if the real Leehan were to find out). Leehan (the plushie) has been there during your worst breakdowns and has served as a source of comfort whenever you're stressed. “Where do we start?” You’re rapidly losing the feigned confidence you mustered minutes before Leehan came in.

“Well, you could start by looking at me,” Leehan lets out a small laugh. “And maybe moving closer to me… don’t you think you’re a little too far away?” You then notice the awkward distance between the both of you, practically enough to squeeze in two more people, so you scoot over, leaving a bit of space between you. Definitely farther than usual—you’re both usually comfortably pressed up against each other on most days. Although that ease of physical contact was platonic in nature; you’re not so sure about now. You then find the courage to turn and face him.

Leehan’s eyes curve into relieved crescents. He’s got his chin propped up on his hand as he tilts his head to look at you. “Hi.” He smells comforting, his perfume woody and pleasant. A cuddle session with him would honestly fix you… wait, stop that, brain! These thoughts of yours need to stop; they’re veering towards very dangerous territory.

“Hi.” Your throat is dry and your voice comes out scratchy. You clear your throat in embarrassment, trying again. “Hi, Leehan.” 

Leehan lets out a huff at your awkwardness, still faintly smiling. “How are you? You still up for this?”

Collecting your thoughts, you remain silent for a while. “Honestly? Nervous.” At Leehan’s encouraging nod, you open up. “Okay, well. I’m scared. I’ve never done this before. And I’m also just really self-conscious. I’m already overthinking now, who knows how much more of that I’ll be doing when we… you know…” Your face burns. “I also don’t find myself particularly attractive, you know? I’m just plain old me. Sure, maybe at the very most, I’m cute. But not enough for people to stop and think, wow, they’re really pretty, I have a crush on them. And I’ve never been on the receiving end of sexual or romantic attention. So I… sorry, Leehan, I don’t know where I’m going with this,” you trail off, but Leehan places a warm hand atop your own, which you’re gripping your thigh with.

“Listen,” Leehan begins, “I think everyone experiences a certain amount of self-consciousness when they have sex. After all, they’re allowing themselves to be vulnerable in front of someone else, which is a challenge even outside a sexual context. For me at least, it’s worth experiencing that self-consciousness first to be able to experience that intimacy and connection with your partner.” You nod pensively at what he’s saying. “And I think you’re really understating yourself. If you’ve only known how many guys and girls have asked me if you were single…”

You pause at that information. “Wait, seriously? You’ve never told me about this! I don’t know, maybe you were mistaken…”

“Come on, when have I ever lied to you about anything?” Leehan counters. “I didn’t say anything because I never assumed you were interested in anything romantic back then. You never seemed interested in anyone else, and you never told me anything. So I assume you didn’t really have any crushes…?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” you shrug. “I found people pretty or handsome, but just from an aesthetic standpoint? It never really got to the point that I wanted to act on it… so not a crush.” Still, a flash of insecurity strikes you. “Okay, I know this is about me, but… are you sure you want to do this? It doesn’t really matter if other people find me attractive…”  If you don’t, you were about to say. You’re unable to finish your sentence because of how… misleading it sounds in your head. “I mean,” you correct yourself, “It would be weird and awkward if I was the only one getting anything out of this. I don’t think you’d be, um, turned on in any way.” You find your gaze fixating on the Leehan (the plushie) once again, unable to make eye contact with your (very real) best friend.

“Don’t worry, I will be. Turned on, that is,” you hear from beside you, and you can’t help but turn. Leehan’s ears are red, and he’s glancing at you almost sheepishly. “I hope you know that… you’re really pretty. Anyone with eyes can see that.” Oh. Um. Okay. Oh… Wow. Hearing that from Leehan himself, who is the embodiment of beauty, makes you positively flustered, but you don’t want to think about why exactly that’s so. 

“I…” You don’t know what to say without sounding stupid. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Leehan echoes. “I mean, is that okay with you? That I think that way?” What way, you want to scream, but you’re terrified of overcomplicating things right now. 

“Um. Yes, I guess… I mean, coming from someone as handsome as you, it’s nice to hear,” you admit. You hoped that was a normal enough response (as normal as it could get in your extremely abnormal situation, anyway). And then you risk another glimpse at Leehan—he’s blushing and trying to hide a shy smile, for the love of God. His dimples are so lovely. Do not overthink this, please, for your own sanity!!!

“So…” you attempt to change the subject, but end up making yourself feel even worse. “You’re right, about the self-consciousness thing. Maybe I need to try it out to know how exactly I feel about… intimate stuff… and see if it’s something I really want. But. I don’t know. Could you tell me if you’re not attracted to me or something when you see my body? Before we actually get into anything?” You sound utterly pathetic, and you duck your head down.

“(Y/n)... look at me,” Leehan urges. A gentle hand on your shoulder turns you towards him, and you’re scared to see what expression he’s making. “You’re already beautiful the way you are, with all your imperfections—not despite. I promise you, there’s nothing about you that would make me think you’re unattractive.” His eyes are kind and his touch a comforting weight. You desperately want to believe him.  

“Okay,” you utter. 

“Okay?” Leehan repeats, and you nod slowly. “We can stop at any time you’re uncomfortable. But we don’t even have to at all, if that’s what you want. Sex isn’t something everyone has to do, and there’s really more to relationships than sex. Do you need more time to think over this? We can just hang out now like we always do,” he says, but you have your answer already.

“Leehan, I want to do this. I’m going to be scared and nervous, but I know I’ll be safe with you. And I want to do this with you. There’s no one else I could trust myself more with.” At that, you lean over and wrap your arms around him. You can tell Leehan is momentarily startled, but he settles into the hug, encircling you with his own arms. His palms against your back are gentle and warm. You take a deep breath, melting into the comfort of his embrace.

After a minute or so, you withdraw from his arms. “So Leehan… what do we do now?”

“What do you want to do? It’s your call,” Leehan whispers. 

“I’m honestly not sure? Could you, I don’t know, suggest something and I’ll let you know if it’s something I want?”

“How about… kissing?” Leehan suggests. “It’s simple but a nice way to start.“

“Oh. Well… Uh… I don’t know how to say this, but…” Your hands grow sweaty. “Uh…”

After a few moments of silence, Leehan’s eyes widen in realization. “You’ve never kissed anyone before?” You can feel your face heating up as you nod. “So technically, I’d be your first?” You nod again, albeit slower this time. Then you feel a sudden, unidentifiable, shift in the air as Leehan softly cradles your cheek with his palm. His eyes are dark with desire, and your breath is stolen from you at the awareness that you have the entirety of his attention focused on you. “Tell me you’re okay with me being your first.” He patiently waits for your answer, eyes locked on you. 

You feel the weight of your need to be as close as possible to him. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. You want to say yes. Yes to Leehan and everything he wants to give you. “I… Yes. Please, Leehan.”

And then he's kissing you.