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i need more of your doyoung works because your writing is js perfect 😭

i love love love when i have dy stans in my inbox truly makes my day🤍

thank u sm that means a lot to me that u like my writing😣

i wish i could say i have something in the works rn (i do actually, im just not actively working on it😖) but unis been busy so im trying to not get my ass whooped on that front.

but trust i will return with something to feed all my dy lovers !!

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I love love love a waltz in the dark. It’s so well written and I love the dynamic between the two of them <3. Also like that one person said you are carrying doyoung fics on your back bc they are sparse and I haven’t found any that are rlly good( like yours) . DOYOUNG LOVERS RISE PLEASE AS ANOTHER DOYOUNG ULT. I am also eagerly waiting for the next part hahaha, ignore my rambling :)

hi!! thank u so much for enjoying my work😕 AND U GUYS R TOO KIND TO ME PLS but it is true that i rarely see dy fics out here, we need to congregate.

but the full fic’s actually been out for a bit! here’s the link ! <3

i hope u enjoy it and i hope it lives up to the expectations😣 thank u again for being so sweet. i cant wait to see what u think!!

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they did this for ME!! they look so .

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i saw a fic on my recommended that featured a panty stealer and that always reminds me of that one episode of victorious where they just had a pair of tori's underwear and passed it amongst themselves and used it as a tissue. what was that about...

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY IDK IF ITS LATE BUT YES HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN WE LOVE YOU

HI THANK U SM! thank u guys for all the birthday wishes😕 enough to bring a grown man to tears fr

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happy happy birthday isa! i hope uu have a great day today! thank uu for being an incredible writer and a sweet friend! happy 20th i hope it's even better than the other 19 (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

i think u must’ve saw isa’s ask and mixed us up for a moment😭

but thank uu😕🤍 i’m trying to tell myself it doesn’t change anything and it doesn’t really but 20 seems so daunting for some reason. but thank u again for the sweet wishes ily!! <3

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ur account is literally gorgeous ic an't stop looking at it

ahh thank u that is very sweet!! i try my best😓

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happy bday mootie 💗

thank u isa😖💝!

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i’m just a girl who wants to write long fics but get stuck on them 2k words in and resort to pwp instead…

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happy birthday jade!!

thank u so much anon🤍!

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hi! i've been reading your work for a while and i want to write myself!! you don't have to answer this if you don't want to but i was just wondering how you write your explicit scenes and how you figure out what the characters say because (tmi) i don't have much personal experience but i really want to start writing on here. thank you in advance ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

hi anon!! this is an absolutely valid question to ask dw. i think to start out u need to figure out what u truly want to write about, that could be smut or not, it doesn’t matter—it’s only about what u want. because the last thing u’d want to do is to force urself into writing something u don’t really enjoy. but assuming u want to write more explicit content, i don’t really have an answer for this😓 some of the things i write i would never say irl. when im writing i kind of picture it as a movie or like a scene in my head, so u kinda just take on the role of a screenwriter. so with that in mind i just think of dialogue that would make sense within the scene, hence, me saying i’ll never say the things i write bc i imagine them in a movie setting! as for experience, i don’t have much myself but i think it truly boils down to exploring what u like writing and reading about. lack of experience isn’t necessarily an obstacle—i think writing can be a way of exploring things u enjoy without having to actually experience them firsthand, if that makes any sense!

i hope at least some of that was helpful😖 good luck with ur writing! i would love to read it sometime🤍

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i turn 20 tomorrow and its kinda scary ngl

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hi i’m back

INSATIATE ﹒⌗﹒🗒️ ﹒ ౨ৎ˚₊‧ 성찬 + fem!reader

in which . . . passing classes have never been easier ever since you found out sungchan has a little crush on you.

content&warnings | MDNI kinda bimbo!reader (& loser!sungchan), profanity, semi-public sex, handjob, kinda dry-humping

word count | 1.8k

you cross the campus to the library, feet heavy with frustration as you trudge on the grass.

walking through the doors to the building, you’ve found yourself here more times these past few weeks than you have over the course of your college career. your footsteps echo against the marble floors, ricocheting off the empty hallway.

‘who does he think he is?’

impatiently, you hold your id card up against the reader and at the first sound of the door unlocking, you push through the glass panes—eyes already lasered on the table behind the bookshelf where you know you’d find sungchan at.

there are several people scattered across the library who all take notice of your entrance. it’s hard not to when your feet are still stomping on the floor in an otherwise quiet room. but you pay it no mind—you’re too pissed to even think about anything else.

you head through the gap between the two shelves, turning on your feet and just as you predicted, there he is. with his back turned towards you and his headphones in, sungchan sits in the corner of the library.

making your way over, your heart thumps louder and louder with every step. you slam a hand down onto the table he’s at, just missing his laptop, “who do you think you are?” though whispered, your tone remains harsh.

sungchan jumps in his seat, eyes shooting up at you. “yn,” he breathes weakly, pulling his headphones out.

“why are you ignoring my texts?” you punctuate each of your words with a lean in towards him.

sungchan parts his lips, but nothing comes out of him. “i—i didn’t mean to—i’ve just been busy, and—”

“busy?” you dip your chin. bringing a hand up, you place a finger underneath his jaw, lifting his head up, “you’ve been busy?”

sungchan merely nods, his glasses sliding a little bit down his nose bridge.

you tilt your head, face taking on a different expression, seemingly sympathetic. “busy doing what?”

“just… homework,” sungchan tries to pull back, growing nervous at your prolonged eye contact.

“but didn’t you miss me?” you coo, running your finger up his jawline and cradling his cheek when you get to his ear.

sungchan’s breath hitches when you brush your thumb over his cheekbone. “yn…”

“i made you feel so good last time, didn’t i?”

sungchan’s hoping, praying that you don’t notice as he tries to readjust his pants. how pathetic would he seem to you if you knew he’s getting a hard-on just from your hand on his face.

it’s cute, though, that he thinks he can hide anything from you.

even so, you don’t make it known to him. “you’re not ignoring me on purpose, are you?” you lean in even closer, your tits practically on display with how much you’re leaning over. poor sungchan—eyes struggling to look literally anywhere.

he shakes his head eagerly, eyes dropping down to the growing tent in his pants. “n-no, of course not.”

“do i need to remind you of our deal?” you run your other hand through his hair, holding his face in your hands. “do i need to put you in your place, hm?”

sungchan bites down on his lip, feverously shaking his head no.

“really? ‘cause it feels like i do,” you push a leg of his chair out from under the table with your foot, the wooden base scratching against the floor. he sits with his legs spread and you position yourself in between them.

the floor is cold against your bare knees, but you show no reaction when you kneel down in front of him. hands running up his thighs over his slacks.

“we’re in the library,” sungchan whispers pointedly as if he’s strongly against what you and he both know you’re about to do, but his body betrays him—legs squirming, succumbing to your touch.

“so?” you pull the hem of his shirt up, fingers unzipping his pants, “you can show all these nerds what getting laid sounds like.”

you pull his slacks down just enough, revealing the erection that sungchan somehow thought he could hide.

“yn—” his words are choked when you stroke his dick through his underwear. quickly, sungchan puts a hand over his mouth, muffling a breathy moan.

you run a thumb over the clothed tip of his cock and his legs spread wider. “feel good?” you mutter as you watch him hang his head back.

still with his palm over his mouth, he nods his head, a small hum pressing out of his lips.

you don’t even bother biting back the smirk lifting up a corner of your mouth. teasingly, you continue to pump your palm up and down his dick, movement slightly slowed by the friction from the fabric.

sungchan drops his head and opens his eyes to the sight of you knelt in between his knees. you put your other hand on him, but even so, there’s still room for the both of them.

the size of your hands compared to the size of him drives sungchan crazy, resulting in his hips bucking and staggering underneath you. his cum seeps through the fabric of his underwear and while sungchan tries his best to keep the noise at a minimum, it’s an impossible task.

you continue stroking despite sungchan’s writhing, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist in an attempt to stop you. you can’t help but giggle, “cum so fast for me today,” you scoop up some of his cum from the back of your hand, making sure that he’s watching you, and lick it off your finger, slowly dragging it through in between your lips. you pull your finger out with a pop, “shame, i was going to let you fuck me however you wanted—”

“no,” sungchan breathily interrupts you, “no, i can go again, i promise.” his glasses are sitting low on his nose bridge. he gulps, loosening the grip he has on your wrist, “i’m still… hard, look.” he glances down at the mess he’s made for a split second, as if he hasn’t ever been more embarrassed in his life. “i can go again,” he repeats, mind halfway out of it as he’s still reeling from his orgasm.

“really?” you shoot your eyebrows up at him, somewhat amused at how desperate he is to fuck you.

he nods fervently, “yes.” his shoulders rise with every breath he takes, “please let me fuck you.”

you get on your feet without another word slipping past your lips. sungchan watches you with heavy anticipation as you straddle yourself over his lap. the distance between his face and yours closes as you wrap your arms around his neck slowly. you bring your finger to his jaw, trailing the pad of it across his smooth skin. you’re so close that sungchan is afraid you might hear the rapid beating of his chest, and it doesn’t help the way that you’re staring at his lips.

you tilt your head and your lips part a little—a second passes before you say anything. “you want to fuck me?” your voice low, indicative of the filthy words leaving your mouth.

“please,” sungchan sounds breathless. you feel the light touch of his palms on your ass, as if unsure whether or not he should be touching you. your lips break into a gentle smile and you roll your hips forward, brushing against the tip of his still-hard cock as you do so. he lets out a shallow breath, hands now placed more firmly over you, pulling you closer to him.

“you make me feel so good,” the struggle to keep his eyes open is clear as you continue rocking your hips over his bare cock. “let me do the same for you,” his request comes off as more of a plea, voice trembling with every movement from your hips.

maybe there’s a reason you keep coming back to sungchan despite being able to fuck basically anyone you want. the way a few simple words and grinding on him just completely makes him fall apart. the way he’s so eager to please. he’ll never know the real reason behind you coming back all the time isn’t the fact that you need help passing your classes.

a dangerous smirk stretches your lips, “you think you deserve to fuck me?”

“i…” sungchan’s hips meets yours in the middle, giving into his instincts. “no, i—fuck” his voice reduced to a whisper as he lightly digs his fingers into the side of your thighs.

you lower your body fully onto his lap. you roll your hips over the entire length of his dick painfully slowly. “you think you deserve this pussy?”

sungchan throws his head back—it’s obvious the sounds he wants to let escape by the way his lips quiver. he meets your eyes again, a hazy look in them, “no, i just want to make you feel good.” he gulps, then inhales shakily. “you’re so good to me, i just want to—”

a gasp chokes out of sungchan as you attach your lips to his neck with no warning. you pull his skin through your teeth, making sure that by the time you leave, there’ll be marks all over him. he lets out strained whimpers—the vibrations of which you feel on your lips.

you pull back, eyeing the work you’ve done. a coral pink mark paints his skin, covered in your lipgloss.

you plant your lips onto his neck again, but this time, leaving fleeting kisses all over. whispers of your name and curses leave his lips. your fingers reach up to tug on the strands of his hair, and you feel him buck his hips up into you as you did so.

“fuck,” sungchan breathes out, then followed by an unbroken string of the same swear. you start rocking your hips more violently, going back and forth until you hear the hitch in his breath.

you pull your lips away from his skin, slowing the movement in your hips at the same time. you know all the signs by now. but just in case you didn’t, the stickiness coating your inner thighs should be sign enough.

you push his glasses back up, hand cupping over his cheek. his lips rest slightly parted, chest rising quick to catch his breath. with a soft smile on your lips you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

messy strands of his hair falls over his eyes. your fingers brush them back, uncovering the look of pure ecstasy in his irises.

you let yourself stare into his eyes for a moment before getting up off of his lap. putting on the best impression of unfazed, you pull on the hem of your shirt, straightening it out before doing the same to your skirt.

you look back at sungchan, still half in a trance. your fingers travel up the plane of his cheeks, thumb brushing over his skin softly.

“better luck next time, babe.”

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𝓘NSATIATE ﹒⌗﹒🗒️ ﹒ ౨ৎ˚₊‧ 성찬 + fem!reader

in which . . . passing classes have never been easier ever since you found out sungchan has a little crush on you.

content&warnings | MDNI kinda bimbo!reader (& loser!sungchan), profanity, semi-public sex, handjob, dry-humping

word count | 1.8k

you cross the campus to the library, feet heavy with frustration as you trudge on the grass.

walking through the doors to the building, you’ve found yourself here more times these past few weeks than you have over the course of your college career. your footsteps echo against the marble floors, ricocheting off the empty hallway.

‘who does he think he is?’

impatiently, you hold your id card up against the reader and at the first sound of the door unlocking, you push through the glass panes—eyes already lasered on the table behind the bookshelf where you know you’d find sungchan at.

there are several people scattered across the library who all take notice of your entrance. it’s hard not to when your feet are still stomping on the floor in an otherwise quiet room. but you pay it no mind—you’re too pissed to even think about anything else.

you head through the gap between the two shelves, turning on your feet and just as you predicted, there he is. with his back turned towards you and his headphones in, sungchan sits in the corner of the library.

making your way over, your heart thumps louder and louder with every step. you slam a hand down onto the table he’s at, just missing his laptop, “who do you think you are?” though whispered, your tone remains harsh.

sungchan jumps in his seat, eyes shooting up at you. “yn,” he breathes weakly, pulling his headphones out.

“why are you ignoring my texts?” you punctuate each of your words with a lean in towards him.

sungchan parts his lips, but nothing comes out of him. “i—i didn’t mean to—i’ve just been busy, and—”

“busy?” you dip your chin. bringing a hand up, you place a finger underneath his jaw, lifting his head up, “you’ve been busy?”

sungchan merely nods, his glasses sliding a little bit down his nose bridge.

you tilt your head, face taking on a different expression, seemingly sympathetic. “busy doing what?”

“just… homework,” sungchan tries to pull back, growing nervous at your prolonged eye contact.

“but didn’t you miss me?” you coo, running your finger up his jawline and cradling his cheek when you get to his ear.

sungchan’s breath hitches when you brush your thumb over his cheekbone. “yn…”

“i made you feel so good last time, didn’t i?”

sungchan’s hoping, praying that you don’t notice as he tries to readjust his pants. how pathetic would he seem to you if you knew he’s getting a hard-on just from your hand on his face.

it’s cute, though, that he thinks he can hide anything from you.

even so, you don’t make it known to him. “you’re not ignoring me on purpose, are you?” you lean in even closer, your tits practically on display with how much you’re leaning over. poor sungchan—eyes struggling to look literally anywhere.

he shakes his head eagerly, eyes dropping down to the growing tent in his pants. “n-no, of course not.”

“do i need to remind you of our deal?” you run your other hand through his hair, holding his face in your hands. “do i need to put you in your place, hm?”

sungchan bites down on his lip, feverously shaking his head no.

“really? ‘cause it feels like i do,” you push a leg of his chair out from under the table with your foot, the wooden base scratching against the floor. he sits with his legs spread and you position yourself in between them.

the floor is cold against your bare knees, but you show no reaction when you kneel down in front of him. hands running up his thighs over his slacks.

“we’re in the library,” sungchan whispers pointedly as if he’s strongly against what you and he both know you’re about to do, but his body betrays him—legs squirming, succumbing to your touch.

“so?” you pull the hem of his shirt up, fingers unzipping his pants, “you can show all these nerds what getting laid sounds like.”

you pull his slacks down just enough, revealing the erection that sungchan somehow thought he could hide.

“yn—” his words are choked when you stroke his dick through his underwear. quickly, sungchan puts a hand over his mouth, muffling a breathy moan.

you run a thumb over the clothed tip of his cock and his legs spread wider. “feel good?” you mutter as you watch him hang his head back.

still with his palm over his mouth, he nods his head, a small hum pressing out of his lips.

you don’t even bother biting back the smirk lifting up a corner of your mouth. teasingly, you continue to pump your palm up and down his dick, movement slightly slowed by the friction from the fabric.

sungchan drops his head and opens his eyes to the sight of you knelt in between his knees. you put your other hand on him, but even so, there’s still room for the both of them.

the size of your hands compared to the size of him drives sungchan crazy, resulting in his hips bucking and staggering underneath you. his cum seeps through the fabric of his underwear and while sungchan tries his best to keep the noise at a minimum, it’s an impossible task.

you continue stroking despite sungchan’s writhing, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist in an attempt to stop you. you can’t help but giggle, “cum so fast for me today,” you scoop up some of his cum from the back of your hand, making sure that he’s watching you, and lick it off your finger, slowly dragging it through in between your lips. you pull your finger out with a pop, “shame, i was going to let you fuck me however you wanted—”

“no,” sungchan breathily interrupts you, “no, i can go again, i promise.” his glasses are sitting low on his nose bridge. he gulps, loosening the grip he has on your wrist, “i’m still… hard, look.” he glances down at the mess he’s made for a split second, as if he hasn’t ever been more embarrassed in his life. “i can go again,” he repeats, mind halfway out of it as he’s still reeling from his orgasm.

“really?” you shoot your eyebrows up at him, somewhat amused at how desperate he is to fuck you.

he nods fervently, “yes.” his shoulders rise with every breath he takes, “please let me fuck you.”

you get on your feet without another word slipping past your lips. sungchan watches you with heavy anticipation as you straddle yourself over his lap. the distance between his face and yours closes as you wrap your arms around his neck slowly. you bring your finger to his jaw, trailing the pad of it across his smooth skin. you’re so close that sungchan is afraid you might hear the rapid beating of his chest, and it doesn’t help the way that you’re staring at his lips.

you tilt your head and your lips part a little—a second passes before you say anything. “you want to fuck me?” your voice low, indicative of the filthy words leaving your mouth.

“please,” sungchan sounds breathless. you feel the light touch of his palms on your ass, as if unsure whether or not he should be touching you. your lips break into a gentle smile and you roll your hips forward, brushing against the tip of his still-hard cock as you do so. he lets out a shallow breath, hands now placed more firmly over you, pulling you closer to him.

“you make me feel so good,” the struggle to keep his eyes open is clear as you continue rocking your hips over his cock. “let me do the same for you,” his request comes off as more of a plea, voice trembling with every movement from your hips.

maybe there’s a reason you keep coming back to sungchan despite being able to fuck basically anyone you want. the way a few simple words and grinding on him just completely makes him fall apart. the way he’s so eager to please. he’ll never know the real reason behind you coming back all the time isn’t the fact that you need help passing your classes.

a dangerous smirk stretches your lips, “you think you deserve to fuck me?”

“i…” sungchan’s hips meets yours in the middle, giving into his instincts. “no, i—fuck” his voice reduced to a whisper as he lightly digs his fingers into the side of your thighs.

you lower your body fully onto his lap. you roll your hips over the entire length of his dick painfully slowly. “you think you deserve this pussy?”

sungchan throws his head back—it’s obvious the sounds he wants to let escape by the way his lips quiver. he meets your eyes again, a hazy look in them, “no, i just want to make you feel good.” he gulps, then inhales shakily. “you’re so good to me, i just want to—”

a gasp chokes out of sungchan as you attach your lips to his neck with no warning. you pull his skin through your teeth, making sure that by the time you leave, there’ll be marks all over him. he lets out strained whimpers—the vibrations of which you feel on your lips.

you pull back, eyeing the work you’ve done. a coral pink mark paints his skin, covered in your lipgloss.

you plant your lips onto his neck again, but this time, leaving fleeting kisses all over. whispers of your name and curses leave his lips. your fingers reach up to tug on the strands of his hair, and you feel him buck his hips up into you as you did so.

“fuck,” sungchan breathes out, then followed by an unbroken string of the same swear. you start rocking your hips more violently, going back and forth until you hear the hitch in his breath.

you pull your lips away from his skin, slowing the movement in your hips at the same time. you know all the signs by now. but just in case you didn’t, the sudden stickiness coating your inner thighs should be sign enough.

you push his glasses back up, hand cupping over his cheek. his lips rest slightly parted, chest rising quick to catch his breath. with a soft smile on your lips you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

messy strands of his hair falls over his eyes. your fingers brush them back, uncovering the look of pure ecstasy in his irises.

you let yourself stare into his eyes for a moment before getting up off of his lap. putting on the best impression of unfazed, you pull on the hem of your shirt, straightening it out before doing the same to your skirt.

you look back at sungchan, still half in a trance. your fingers travel up the plane of his cheeks, thumb brushing over his skin softly.

“better luck next time, babe.”

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BET YOU WANNA BE MINE ﹒⌗﹒🥀﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 재현 + fem!reader

in which . . . the last person you expected to show up in front of your door at midnight is jaehyun—your ex.

content&warnings | MDNI smut, profanity, mentions of dui, infidelity, angst bc exes, toxic themes (jaehyun is a red flag), oral f receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count | 3.2k

⋆.˚ . . . heavily inspired by roses by jaehyun of course

12:01AM

a knock sounds at your apartment door.

your tired feet shuffle slowly through the dimness of your living room, with the warm glow of the kitchen light spilling over.

a shadow bleeds through the gap beneath your door, blocking the hallway light in two different spots.

with the chain still attached, you twist the handle, opening the door only slightly.

you tilt your head, angling yourself to get a view of whoever’s standing on the opposite side.

…

without hesitation, you press your palm to the wooden surface, pushing on the door to shut it. hard.

“wait!” a voice calls from outside.

his voice calls from outside.

and you notice the door, in fact, isn’t shut when it should be by now; a shoe wedging in between the frame.

your body stills for a second, despite the alarms ringing in your head.

“is he here?” he asks, meekly.

for whatever reason, you decide to respond, “no.”

the ‘he’ in question is your current boyfriend, whom the ‘he’ outside your apartment right now knows enough about to render that question needlessly rhetorical. and useless.

you push harder on the door, trapping his foot tighter between the wooden board and its frame.

“can i just speak to you? 5 minutes,” he pleads, “5 minutes is all i need.”

you know him well enough that if you were to say ‘no’ to his bidding here, it’d be easy to assume he’d stay the night in the corridor outside—and then you’ll actually be fucked if your boyfriend saw him in that state tomorrow morning.

you roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“move your goddamn foot.”

he does what you say; a part of him scared that you’re just gonna shut the door on him, but relief comes in the form of you standing there, the door swung open, and you looking straight at him.

“speak.”

he licks his bottom lip, glossing over it lightly. the bright lights overhead highlights his cheekbones, sculpting his face like a statue.

“yn…”

“jaehyun.”

this is the first time—first time in 7 months that you spoke his name aloud and not cursed him in the same breath.

he staggers a step behind him, and you instinctively reach out. upon realisation, you pull your arm back.

jaehyun clamps his eyes shut, his nose slightly scrunching up as if he’s recalling something particularly difficult to say. “i really—”

“are you drunk?” the sharpness in your voice shoots him awake with his eyes opened.

“no,” he replies firmly and adds a shake with his head, “no.”

you sigh. “how did you get here?”

“i have a car.”

“you fucking drove—are you insane?” despite every conscious effort to not get close to him, you find yourself tugging on his arm with your hand, pulling him inside before he has a chance to collapse on the floor. jaehyun shows absolutely zero signs of resistance to this.

the door slams shut behind you two.

“sit down,” you utter, more like a command than anything. “i’ll get you some water.”

jaehyun is drunk; there’s no denying it. but not drunk enough to not know how to navigate your apartment even in the dark. perhaps, he has your history to thank for that.

he sinks down into your couch with you shortly appearing next to him with a mug in your hands that you cup his fingers over.

“thanks,” he mutters softly, taking a sip of water.

“don’t think your 5 minutes doesn’t still stand,” you watch him pointedly. a sudden impatience ringing in his bones, jolting his posture upright.

jaehyun sets the mug down on the coffee table. eyes looking up at you as you stand over him.

he breathes out deeply.

he drops his gaze to the mug for a moment, looking as though he’s contemplating his words carefully. the slight hum of your fridge being the only thing you can hear, and suddenly it’s a thousand times louder than usual.

meeting your eyes again, he leans forward.

with every beat of silence that comes, a hammering picks up in your chest.

his lips part, and the words that follow fall heavily. "i think about you."

air is knocked out of your lungs momentarily. you feel your shoulders drop.

"i miss you," jaehyun's voice is like a needle. feeble, almost undetectable, and aiming straight for your heart.

the stabbing pain that you felt more than half a year ago when you and jaehyun broke up returns. your heart dropping straight to your stomach, sinking and stirring around in the acid.

you can only scoff.

"stop fucking around," your tone harsh and your voice coarse. you fold your arms across your chest, regarding him with slight contempt in your eyes.

"i'm not," jaehyun counters, "yn—"

"no," you sternly shut him down. "this isn't fair, you know it isn't fair."

you couldn’t stop the next words from coming out, a result of the long suppressed, built up anger and resentment you held towards your ex.

“you were the one who broke up with me, jaehyun.”

jaehyun only looks at your face. his brows softened, knitting together slightly as he studies the expression on it.

“i know,” he offers in the way of a comfort. arms reaching out to you and holding your wrists in his hands.

if it wasn’t for the overtly complex prism of emotions inside of you right now, there’d be more aversion to his touch. but his skin on yours feels so familiar. it feels right. so much so that you allow yourself to be pulled closer to him sitting there.

maybe less allow, and more just letting your body move to whatever stimulus in a catatonic state.

you’re standing in between his knees, looking down at him, and the urge to fall right back into your once favourite habits emerges from the pit of your stomach. but your mind is clear enough to keep to your discipline.

jaehyun picks one of your hands up to his lips. gently, he kisses the back of it; a gesture way too intimate but you can’t bring yourself to stop him.

“i fucked up,” his voice is low and steady as he brushes his thumb across your knuckles. “i know i did, and i shouldn’t have.”

he runs his other hand up your leg, soft like a feather caressing you. and suddenly, it’s like you’re brought back to reality—the fact that this is actually happening and you’re allowing it to.

“stop,” you pull your hand away from his grip, “it’s too late for apologies, jaehyun.”

when you were together, every time his name fell from your lips, it sounded sheepish, like he’s some high school crush that you’re afraid to utter the name of. and this time, it’s none different.

he settles his hand on top of your hips. “i’m sorry,” he voices completely disregarding what you just said.

you shake your head, “that doesn’t mean anything.” there was a time where you would’ve given anything to hear this from him. except now, as bitterness has steadily been building in you, you’d much rather have him beg and plead for your forgiveness instead.

“i miss you,” he says again. his glassy eyes telling of his desperation, which is only amplified by him pulling your waist closer.

you put your hands on his shoulders, holding yourself away as much as you can. “i have a boyfriend,” you throw out weakly, as if even you don’t believe it to be a strong enough argument against the case that is jung jaehyun.

“and i never should’ve let you get that chance. to be with him.”

all the anger and resentment you still felt towards jaehyun just a few moments ago seems to have dissipated. you relax your arms, your body moving in closer to his.

your eyelids flutter over jaehyun’s features. he’s always been handsome, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. under you, shadows casted on his face from your body, eyes dark with anticipation.

you fix your eyes on his, “i can’t do this to him.”

if you had known jaehyun would be coming, you wouldn’t have worn this particular pair of shorts. “i don’t care about him,” he says rubbing the bare back of your thigh with his palm.“this is about you. us.” jaehyun pulls your legs up onto the couch, sitting you on top of his knees.

his eyes glaze over you like honey, and memories of the two of you fill his mind. you have never been more beautiful than right now.

the tip of his thumb grazes the side of your cheeks, pushing your hair back. “tell me you don’t miss me, and i’ll leave.”

you stay in silence, completely enchanted with just a look from him that close to you.

“i thought so,” jaehyun admits lowly, like a whisper.

you can’t pinpoint where in the brief encounter tonight that jaehyun took control over the situation, but the thing is that he is certainly holding the reins.

he presses his lips on yours, gently at first, as if already savouring this moment for reminiscing later. as he feels you kissing him back, he pushes in deeper.

his hands slide your hips further down his lap. lips still interlocked, he kisses you like he’s a starved man and you’re his last meal.

he hums, mumbling against your lips, “i missed you so fucking much,” the vibrations sending a chill down your spine, “god.”

you catch a faint scent of his cologne, the one you bought for him ages ago.

“i need to taste you,” he pulls away from your mouth shortly, mumbling the words, “will you let me?” into you.

you peel yourself off of him, catching your breath and nodding. and if that wasn’t enough, you breathe out a shaky “yes.”

jaehyun picks your body up in his arms, laying you down on the couch with your head on top of the rest. you watch him hook his fingers into your waistband and pull your shorts down, an eagerness to his pace.

he looks up at your face through your legs, waiting for confirmation of any kind before he similarly pulls your panties down.

you give him a subtle nod, and the next second, your cunt is bare and exposed to him. instinctively, your knees press together, clamming your thighs shut.

“oh, baby,” he tuts, palms spreading your legs open for him again. “fuck,” he bites down on his lip, “i missed this pretty pussy.”

helplessly, you feel the heat underneath your skin bloom in your cheeks.

jaehyun runs the tip of his finger up your slit, letting out hums of satisfaction as he does so. you feel your back arch slightly just at the littlest of movements from him. you swear you catch a smirk from him before he starts sucking on your clit.

his tongue works up and down your cunt, covering it in a mixture of your own wetness and his spit. he moans against you, “i missed how you taste.”

your hands find their way into jaehyun’s hair, gripping tightly and trying to resist the urge to push him deeper into your cunt.

he laps his tongue over and over your clit, a finger dragging up and down your folds. he hums, “do you still like it like this, baby?” he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you, easing his way in from the slickness.

slowly, he drags his finger in and out of your cunt, swirling circles with his tongue on your clit at the same time. gently, he places his other palm over your lower abdomen, applying the slightest bit of pressure.

you can’t help your legs from squirming under him.

“oh, you do, don’t you?” his voice undoubtedly laced with an edge of cockiness. brash from the fact that he's convinced he still knows your body in ways that no one else does, not even your current boyfriend.

but you'd rather die than ever even consider affirming that.

you bite down hard on your bottom lip, keeping the whines you so desperately want to release inside.

jaehyun keeps lapping his tongue over your cunt tirelessly, pumping his finger smoothly into you. then, without warning, adding another digit, and another.

despite your best efforts, a small cry escapes you. nails digging deep into jaehyun’s shoulders as you feel yourself stretched out on his fingers.

“fuck, jae,” you feel him purr at your nickname for him

“yes, baby?”

you feel the tightening in your stomach, your legs threatening to squeeze shut. “i’m close,” you faintly manage in between soft whimpers.

“do it,” jaehyun murmurs, his voice muffled against you, “i need to see you cum again.” his fingers quicken their pace, “please. cum on my face, baby.”

you fight the urge to not give him what he wants, but truly, he’s too good at making you feel good. his palm presses a little harder on your stomach, tipping you that little bit over the edge as the pressure releases on his fingers. a blinding wave of dopamine flashes across your eyes, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers so much so that jaehyun struggles to move his hand.

jaehyun mutters as he watches you; eyes shut tight, back arched, and hands holding his face in place as you ride your orgasm out on him.

“mhm, that’s it baby,” he mumbles as you slowly come down from your high. “good girl,” he smirks before pressing a final kiss on your clit.

he crawls over your body, caging you inside his arms with his hands on either side of your shoulders.

your eyelids feel heavy, drooping low as you watch jaehyun push your hair away from your face. “you’re still the prettiest when you cum,” he smiles cheekily.

you barely manage to breathe out a breathy, “shut up,” causing him to chuckle over you.

“don’t believe me?”

jaehyun takes one of your wrists, pulling your hand down to palm the front of his jeans.

“you don’t even have to do anything—that’s how fucking hard you make me.”

you look down at your hand cupping over his bulge. then, back up into his eyes, fingers unbuttoning the top of his jeans. “what are you gonna do about it then?”

jaehyun laughs an unamused laugh, and you know too well what that means.

“baby, baby,” he gently shakes his head. “you’re going to regret saying that.” he unzips the zipper, pulling his boxers down until his cock springs up free from its confines.

the tip of it swelling red, precum leaking little by little at a time.

you feel your body tremble at the sight of his dick, even after all this time. the first time you had sex with jaehyun, you couldn’t walk straight the next morning.

he wraps his hand around his shaft, pointing its head directly at your cunt. slowly, he spreads his precum all over your slit—still sensitive from your orgasm. he drags his tip over your entrance, teasing you and enjoying every second of it.

your body writhes at this fleeting touch, the need to be filled up with his dick chipping away at your dignity.

“you want this cock, baby?” jaehyun brushes your cheek with his thumb, like he’s wiping away tears. “i’ll give it to you.”

he steadies himself with his palms firmly planted on the armrest.

then, in one swift motion, he thrusts his hips into you, the entirety of his length disappearing inside you. the sudden shock of it making you scream out.

"what the fuck?" you curse him with your head thrown back.

jaehyun only smirks before pounding into you again, harder this time, eliciting a groan of his own. "i missed how good you feel, fuck."

your fingers attempt to grapple onto anything within reach, but come up short. one of your arms swing itself over jaehyun's neck, drawing your bodies closer as he thrusts again.

the sheer size of him inside you makes you feel like you're being split open. you moan out his name, his hips bucking inside of you as a response.

"i forgot how well you take my dick," his arm buckles slightly under his weight, "isn't that right, baby?" jaehyun begins to build a rhythm with his thrusts, pumping deep inside you every time.

he leans down, connecting your lips together softly, "you're made for me."

his thrusts grows harder, ramming himself into you with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your womb every time. you're sure that it will probably bruise by tomorrow.

the filthy noise of his skin slapping onto yours echo in your ears, mixing in with his gravelly moans. "he can't fuck you like this, can he?" jaehyun spits.

your hand goes up to cover your own mouth, not wanting to let the almost pornographic noises out of you. this only causes jaehyun to pull it away, pinning your wrist to the couch.

"oh, i know, baby. he can't fuck you like i do."

it doesn't take much before you can feel yourself nearing another orgasm. so close, it's practically within reach.

"jaehyun..." you moan weakly.

"you're gonna cum again for me, huh?" he hisses, "how long has it been since he's fucked you properly? cumming twice for me first time i see you again?"

all you can focus on is your incoming orgasm. back arching into his chest, your hand struggling to break free from his hold.

"please," you plead, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you want me to rub your clit, don't you?" jaehyun mutters in between hitches in his breath.

you nod, your body verging on begging him for it.

a knowing smirk plays on his lips. "tell me you're mine."

you let out a whine, frustrated that you can't free your hand to do it yourself.

"do it," he orders, "you want to cum? say you're mine."

"fuck," you pant, struggling to keep a steady breath. your mind hazy with overwhelming carnal pleasure, "fuck, i'm fucking yours. i'm yours."

"now, how hard was that?" jaehyun grins before snaking a hand down to rub circles on your sensitive nub.

within seconds, you feel your orgasm unravel itself on jaehyun's dick, walls closing in tight around him.

feeling you tightening around his cock, jaehyun buries his face in the crook of your neck. your hand holds onto his back, nails sinking into the muscle across his shoulder blades. you hear his muffled moans into your skin as he cums, releasing his load inside you and filling you up full with his cum.

curses slip past his lips as the two of you catch your breath, jaehyun still stuffed inside you.

the ringing from your orgasm begins to quiet down, and you give jaehyun a couple of taps on the shoulder. gently, he pulls himself out, and the sudden absence leaves your body aching for it again.

his body collapses next to you on the couch.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath.

"that was fucking stupid," you confess out loud, now that your head isn't clouded by pure animal instinct.

to your surprise, jaehyun agrees. "yeah," his chest rising and falling rapidly.

he shifts his weight onto his elbow, propping himself up. "but what are we if not stupid?" jaehyun leans in, pecking your lips quickly and then doing it again. a stupid, stupid grin on his face that you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss.

[misted-dream]

i’ve gotten a couple asks saying that if other members are involved, they would’ve been kicked out too.

to clarify, i meant whether other members knew of this situation beforehand. and while we may never know, i just don’t think it’s appropriate to keep writing and romanticising these men while everything’s up in the air.

again, this is not to speculate on such a serious matter. spreading misinformation is the last thing anyone should do right now. i just want to be respectful of the victims and i personally feel this is the way to go about it.

taking a short break in light of the news that has come out.

i do not associate myself or this blog with taeil. this is to say that i don't feel it's appropriate to keep posting content as normal without knowing the whole story (whether other members are involved or not--this is not to speculate, just as a preventative measure).

for the time being, i'm sending my deepest sympathies to the victims as this should be about them first and foremost, always.

[misted-dream]

taking a short break in light of the news that has come out.

i do not associate myself or this blog with taeil. this is to say that i don't feel it's appropriate to keep posting content as normal without knowing the whole story (whether other members are involved or not--this is not to speculate, just as a preventative measure).

for the time being, i'm sending my deepest sympathies to the victims as this should be about them first and foremost, always.