#Lin Yanjun smut

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Yanjun: Brat tamer

Part of the Head is spinning series

Pairing: Lin Yanjun x female reader Genre: smut

Summary: You end up in a battle of wills with fuck boy Lin Yanjun. Spoiler alert: you both win.

Warnings: explicit language, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), bratty reader, choking, rough sex, protected sex, degradation (s**t, w***e)

Word count: 1.4k

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“Stop, looking at me like that Y/n,” Yanjun orders as he continues to sketch. 

“Look at you like what?” you wonder.

“Like you wanna fuck me,” he smirks.

“I don’t, Junie. That’s just how I look,” you smile back. 

“Is that how you get every guy on campus to fuck you?” he asks, a playful smile still on his lips, but he’s trying to concentrate. 

“Not every guy.” You roll your eyes. “And I don’t have to ‘get’ them to. They’re begging for it,” you boast. 

“Well, not me, so don’t even think about it. You’re just here as a model. Just a stand in. So don’t get any ideas.” He leans back to take a look at his work and compare it to you. 

“Fuck, Lin Yanjun, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” You let out a bored sigh as he makes adjustments. “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in campus fuck boys anyway.”

He chuckles. “Don’t like the competition?”

“Oh baby, we aren’t even in the same league.”

Yanjun sets his sketchbook down with a thud. “So, now you think you’re better than me?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. It’s an absolutely withering stare, yet you can feel the wetness pooling between your legs. You melt a little under that stare.

“No, Junie. I’m not saying that,” you breathe.

He stands to walk toward you, around his coffee table to stand in front of you where you’re spread out on the couch, just as he’d asked. It’d taken every ounce of control you had over your mouth not to ask him to draw you “like one of your french girls,” when he’d suggested the pose earlier. He leans over you and takes your jaw in his strong hand, looking straight into your eyes with his face only a few inches away. “You talk a big game, Y/n. Let’s see what you got.” He stands up straight again and unbuttons his pants. 

“I thought you told me not to get any ideas,” you smirk. 

“You want to be a brat. I’ll show you how I handle brats,” he says, unzipping his pants and pulling out his mostly hard member. You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him as he strokes himself. “Open,” he orders you. 

You try and fail to resist a smile forming on your lips. If he wants to play brat tamer then you'll do your part. You turn your eyes up at him without moving any other part of your body, giving him a defiant look. His hand takes your chin again, more roughly this time. “Open,” he insists. This time you do as you're told, opening your mouth a bit and sticking out your tongue obnoxiously. He doesn’t hesitate to shove his tip past your lips, pushing as far into you as he can at once until you gag on him. You open your jaw a little wider and let him fuck your mouth. Just when he starts to feel like he’s got the upper hand you take him by surprise, wrapping your hand gently around him and suck off his length with a pop. 

“Mm, fuck, Junie. You do have a nice dick,” you grin up at him as you pump him a few times before taking him back in your mouth to show him you’re in control. You swirl your tongue around his head, drawing out a low moan from him before plunging him deep into your mouth again. You hollow your cheeks as you bob on him, listening to his breathy moans while your tongue slips over him. 

He gathers your hair in his hands and looks down at you. “Fuck, you have a pretty nice mouth...for a brat,” he mutters. At that you release him from your mouth again. 

“Don’t test me, Yanjun,” you warn him. 

Yanjun’s eyes turn instantly darker and a devilish grin pulls his lips. He thinks he definitely wants to test you. He knots his fingers in your hair and wraps his other hand around your arm to pull you off the couch. He moves you quickly over to his kitchen table and releases you only to grab you by the hips and place you on top of the wood platform. His hand is suddenly on your neck, pulling your lips to his, crashing together as you both moan. You reach your hands under his shirt and feel his warm smooth skin momentarily before pushing the fabric upward and he breaks your kiss to rid himself of it. His lips return to yours and you run your tongue out to part them, inviting his own out to play. Yanjun’s hand goes to the zipper at the back of your dress and pulls it down forcefully, dragging the sleeves down your arms before he goes back for your bra. He leans you back on the table to bring his mouth to your nipple, sucking it harshly and grazing his teeth over the sensitive nub. 

“Fuck, Yanjun, you gonna eat me or what?” you whine at the stimulation. 

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” he asks as he pulls your dress down further, over your hips and drops it on the floor. 

“Maybe.”

He runs slightly calloused hands over your smooth skin as he takes in the sight of your body, dressed only in your panties now, but he decides to do away with those as well. Now that you’re completely naked he takes one of your dangling legs and places it over his shoulder while pushing your other thigh out wide against the table, opening up your drenched core for him to see. 

“So pretty,” he praises unexpectedly. He runs his finger over your folds, toying with you, and chuckles at your whimpers. “You want me so bad, don’t you, you fucking brat.”

“I guess I do,” you reply, daring him to pleasure you. 

He slips one finger into your heat. “Damn, you’re tight,” he breathes. He enjoys the weak cry you give when he adds another finger and slowly begins to stroke you. You rut against his fingers, annoyed by his slowness, but he likes teasing you. You lick your fingers and rub them over your needy clit, desperate for more stimulation. "God you really are horny little slut are you?" he laughs. 

"Don't call me a slut, whore," you spit back before moaning at your own pleasure.

"Keep it up," he challenges. 

"Why don't you just show me what you got, Junie?" you taunt. 

Turned on and still a little annoyed, Yanjun reaches in his pocket and pulls out a condom before he pushes his jeans and his briefs down to the floor. "You fucking asked for it," he mutters, ripping open the package with his teeth and quickly slipping on the rubber. He pushes your hand away and centers himself at your dripping slit. He slides into you quickly, bottoming out in one go. "Such a good little slut," he moans at the sound of your cry. You can't say anything as he gives you hard thrusts and fills you up at high speed. "Finally figured out how to shut you up, huh?" He smiles at the fucked out expression that's taken over your face as he rails you. You want to argue, but you can't. Deciding to be generous he rubs his thumb over your clit harshly and pushes you toward your high. Obscenities and broken forms of his name spill from your lips as the knot in your stomach tightens and you can only scream as it bursts. He slows down a little and rides out your high feeling you pulse around him.

"Fuck. You're so sexy coming all over my cock," he moans. "Do you like it, slut?" When you don't answer he leans over you and wraps his hand around your throat. He picks up the speed. "I said, do you like taking my cock, you little slut?" He growls.

"I love taking your cock, Yanjun," you choke out and he releases you.

"You're so good at it, too," he groans. "Fuck I'm gonna cum soon," he tells you. He grabs your thighs and gives a few more full hard thrusts before his dick twitches inside you. He leans over you again, this time his hands on either side of your chest as he pants. He gives you a few soft kisses over your collar bone before he finds the strength to stand and pull out of you. He takes your hand and pulls you up too. He looks you in the eyes again and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "I guess you're not so bad."

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Oral with 9 percent (LEGAL MEMBERS)

Ask:  oral with the legal members of nine percent?

A/N: Ya’ll are thristy for 9 Percent man. I only have smut requests for them

You Zhangjing:

Giving:

Kind of teasing. He says he’s nice but we all know he can tease, this happens in the bedroom too. He wants full access to you so he will smack your thigh if you try closing them. Zhangjing is a sub so he would love it if you took charge as well, pulling his hair and pulling him closer to you. He’ll act salty about it but he really loves it.

Receiving:

He sits back and enjoys the ride. Loves watching you take control and loves it when you edge him. Make him freaking scream he’ll love it. Zhangjing will act like he doesn’t like it but you would know he’s lying purely because of his moans. You will have to hold him down.

Lin Yanjun:

Giving:

Such a tease. Yanjun loves hearing you beg for him and hearing you in general. If you guys are in the dorm, he doesn’t want you being quiet, no he wants everyone there to be able to hear you. Yanjun will edge you until you cry and then go for it fully to overstimulate the hell out of you. As long as your screaming, he’s happy. Will smirk up at you from between your legs. 

Receiving:

A lot of sharp inhales and hair pulling. He loves lacing his finger in your hair and pulling a little, to guide you. He bites his bottom lip alot and has to hold back thrusting into your mouth too much. Does like it when you make that gagging sound though, it turns him on. 

Zhu Zhengting:

Giving:

Quite generous, with a pinch of teasing. He loves leaving marks all over your hips and thighs. He doesn’t get rough or anything but he does only tease a little. He gives in quickly when you moan his name and holds your thighs firmly, maybe even enough to leave light bruises. 

Receiving:

Also lays back and let’s you suck him anyway you want too. Will have his hand gently in your hair or on your head, not to guide you but for comfort. Zhengting would get kind of fidgety, thighs shaking and moving his hands from your hair to the surface under him or around him. Alot of loud whines too. 

Wang Ziyi:

Giving: 

Very generous. Ziyi isn’t fond of teasing, no he’d rather give you a whole lot of pleasure at once. Grip your hips and leave marks everywhere, after all he is possesive, hold you down and overstimulate  you. Makes you cum at least twice and wants you moaning his name. He also loves it when you pull his hair and make eye contact with him. 

Receiving:

Surprisingly forcefull. You sucking him off is one of his favorite things. Will guide with your hair and move you up and down over his cock. Also eye contact is key, Ziyi loves your eyes and wants to look at them. Will thrust into your mouth without mercy, but apologize profusely afterwards. Will whisper praise to you as well. 

Cai Xukun:

Giving:

A slight tease, he would run his fingers along your body first, teasing every inch of you before actually doing anything. He’d want to watch your face, watch it contort. It turns him on to see what he does to you. He might even push your knees to your chest, so you can’t push him away. 

Receiving: 

Controlling. He wants you taking all of him into your mouth and he wants to watch it happen. Will guide you using your hair and pulls it roughly. He loves it when you suck him off while he’s standing, so he can thrust into your mouth. Will mutter “Fuck” a lot under his breath.

Xiao Gui/Linkai:

(confession... I didn’t hate the dreads)

Giving:

Kind of shy, needs to get used to it at first. But once he finds his drive, he get’s really into it. Moaning against you. He’d hold your hand while doing it and want you to moan his name. He needs some encouragement when he’s going down on you.

Receiving:

So energetic. He wants you making noise, he lowkey wants it to be nasty. He’s pretty young so he has this vision of you sucking him off like a pornstar. Linkai has a fascination with watching the way he disappears in your mouth. He wants you to enjoy going down on him. 

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Like the Weather

This is something I wrote based on a dream I had a while back. Unfortunately, you can see how dirty minded I am through this. It took me forever to decide if I should post this up or not. It’s a hard decision to make because I’m not too confident in my smut writing. Read on at your own risk!!!

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2382

He grabbed her arm, pulling her back to face him. Jerking her arm away, she slapped him.

"What right do you have to touch me?" she questioned.

"The right that I am your lover!" he shouted back, "and I can't let you go again because I love you."

"I don't believe you." she argued.

Without saying anything else, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips onto hers. Rain starts pouring so hard it hurt.

"Cut!" the director shouted.

Mimi pushed Yanjun away as her manager ran to her with a towel. Mimi pushed pass and glared at the Director through the camera.

"Is this a Romance or a Thriller?" Mimi asked the director before turning to me, "Are you trying to kill me with rain?"

Everyone turned to me and I shrugged, trying to hide my smile.

"It didn't look that dramatic to me." I said.

"That rain was a bit too much, we want a more gentle rain." The director informed me.

"It was on Gentle rain." I said showing him the control.

The director could only turn back to his work after seeing proof.

"Okay, one more time from the beginning, and make sure the rain is more gentle." the director ordered.

Mimi rolled her eyes as she turned back to Yanjun. I smiled coyly, being the only one who knew my secret and Yanjun caught it. Shrugging it off, the scene started again.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her back to face him. Jerking her arm away, she slapped him.

"What right do you have to touch me?" she questioned.

"The right that I am your lover!" he shouted back, "and I can't let you go again because I love you."

"I don't believe you." she argued.

Without saying anything else, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips onto hers.

This time the rain fall was even harder than before and Mimi pushed Yanjun away.

"That's it, I'm not filming this stupid kiss scene." Mimi said, walking off the set.

"Cut, cut!" shouted the director, "Didn't I say more gentle?"

I shrugged, showing him the control again.

"There might be something wrong with the weather machine." I replied.

"If you don't fix it right away, I'll leave bad reviews and no one will use your studio again." the director threatened.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my walkie talkie.

"Jae, check the rain filter, it seems broken." I said to my friend.

I turned my head to Mimi as she walked by behind me.

"Some people are so unprofessional, even I could film through that rain with ease." I whispered just so that she could hear.

Mimi snapped her head back to me and gave me the death stare.

"If you're so good, then why don't you do it." Mimi questioned in anger.

Everyone turned to us now.

"Mimi, calm down." her manager said.

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Mimi asked, "say it again."

"I said that some people are so unprofessional, if it was me, I'd have no problem kissing in that gentle rain." I repeated, "you're just so problematic."

Mimi raised her hand to hit me, but was stopped my her manager.

"Mimi calm down." Yanjun said, holding her back as well.

Angered that Yanjun was protecting me, Mimi jerked her hand away from him.

"Fine, I quit!" she announced to everyone, "good luck finding someone to replace me.

Grabbing her bag, Mimi stormed out of my weather studio. I rolled my eyes at how childish she was being. And I secretly smiled at how childish I was being. Forgetting to hide my joy, Yanjun saw everything.

"Where are we going to find a replacement for Mimi?" the director asked, rubbing his head in frustration.

He glared at me .

"This is all your fault, I will sue you." he said.

"I had nothing to do with this." I retorted, "as you saw, the control was on gentle rain, when you told me to fix it, I called my staff, you can't blame it on me."

But yes he could, after all, it was all my doing.

"I don't care what you say, I will find a way." the director replied.

"Or better yet," Yanjun butted in, "why don't you use her to replace Mimi for this scene?"

Both the director and I turned to Yanjun in shock.

"What?" I said.

"You said so yourself, that if it was you, you'd have no problem kissing through that rain." Yanjun said, using my own words against me, "You get to prove your professionalism."

"But..." the director began.

"And you wouldn't have to lose your job, and wouldn’t have to waste money suing her." Yanjun interrupted, "It's a win-win situation."

I shook my head as the director looked me up and down.

"I mean she does have similar body shape and height of Mimi." the director said nodding his head.

"I'm not going to." I refused.

"Where's your professionalism, take responsibility for your mistakes." Yanjun said staring into my eyes, "You should've checked the weather machine beforehand."

I leaned back as he leaned in closer to me. Somehow I felt like he could see right through me. Did he know? How did he know?

"Fine, I'll do it." I said, straightening myself up to face him.

I wasn't going to let him get to me. He smiled, his dimples showing.

"I'll wait and see." he said before walking off to sit on his reserved seat..

The stylists led me into the dressing room, giving me the makeover. In ten minutes I was ready. Peeking out from the dressing room, I felt naked. Yanjun was sitting straight across from me, sipping his water as he stared at me.

"Come out." he said.

I glared at him as I walked out, pulling the fabric away from my body.

"Isn't this too tight and revealing?" I questioned, trying to pull the dress up to cover my chest.

I finally looked up to see Yanjun standing in front of me, eyes wide in surprise and I was sure it was because of me. Just like that I felt confident again.

"I'm ready." I announced.

Walking pass Yanjun, I head to the small x marking the spot where I was supposed to stand. Not wasting time, Yanjun joined me in front of the cameras.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me back to face him. Jerking my arm away, I slapped him as hard as I could. I could see the anger in his eyes from the unexpected hard slap.

"What right do you have to touch me?" I questioned.

Slightly nodding his head, he gave me a tiny mischievous smirk that no one else could see.

"The right that I am your lover!" he shouted back, "and I can't let you go again because I love you."

"I don't believe you." I argued.

Without saying anything else, he grabbed my waist with his beautiful hands and pulled me against him. He pressed his lips hard onto mine, not giving me the chance to adjust to the situation before sucking on my bottom lip. His hands found their way to my bare back, holding me tighter against him. My eyes were wide open in confusion. He finally opened his slightly closed eyelids and stared into my eyes. I could see the naughtiness in his eyes and it was enough. If he wanted to play this way, then two can play at this game. I made sure that he could see that I meant business through my eyes before shutting them. As soon as my eyes closed, I felt a shock go through my body like electricity. I knew he could feel it too as he flinched. My heart began to race although I was calm. Running my hands through his hair, I pulled him down even more. The gentle rain fell harder as we deepened the kiss. The lights began to flicker and wind started blowing hard.

It was storming now and thunder could be heard, but it didn't stop Yanjun and I. Our tongues intertwined, fighting for dominance. His hands slid down my back into the low cut fabric that barely covered my back. Around us, everyone had run for cover. Even the director couldn't continue on with his complaining. Every one ran out of the studio, leaving only him and I alone in that small room.

With a strike of lightning, the lights went out. All that was left was Yanjun and I standing in the middle of that dark storm that I somehow can't seem to control. Through all of this, I finally felt the corners of his lips rise into a smile. I opened my eyes to see his staring into mine once again. The way he looked at me made me feel troubled almost like he had won. Anger took over me and I took the chance to bite his bottom lip before pulling away completely.

"I knew it." Yanjun chuckled and wiped the blood from his lips.

"Know what?" I questioned, moving the hair away from my face.

"You can control the weather." Yanjun replied.

"Of course, I have a weather studio." I said, stepping away cautiously.

Yanjun took a step toward me, grabbing my arms, pulling me against him once more and stared into my eyes.

"I meant with your mind." Yanjun stated.

My eyes widened. How did he know?

"And you're crazy for me." Yanjun added.

I blinked a few times.

"What gives you the impression that I'm crazy for you?" I asked.

"You can't control your feelings for me just like how you couldn't control the storm you created while being intimate with me." Yanjun replied.

His knowing smile angered me. I couldn't deny the electricity I felt flowing through our bodies when we were kissing.

"Just admit that you want me." he demanded.

I glared at him.

"Not before you tell me how you found out about my special abilities." I argued.

Without answering, he pulled me against him again, running his hands from my hips down to my butt this time, giving it a slight squeeze. I gasped in disbelief. Both our bodies were soaking wet from the storm and I could literally feel everything of his rubbing against me. Yes, EVERYTHING. I tried to hold back the pleasure I was getting from this, but the moan still escaped my lips. He still smiled knowingly as he touched his lips to mine teasingly and removed it too quickly. It was true, I wanted him. Too much to resist any longer. With a groan, I grabbed his hand, dragging him deeper into the studio, through the doors and up to my bedroom.

Even before we reached my room, he pushed me against the wall, lifting up my left leg where the slit of the dress was located. A smile appeared on my lips, at least now I knew that I wasn't the only one who wanted him too much. He wanted me. His arm held my leg up as his hands reached further into the dress, rubbing my thigh. I threw my head back in satisfaction as his fingers played around. Not giving in, my hands flew instantly to his crotch. Unbuttoning and unzipping, I reached my hand inside his pants wrapping my hand around his member. He let out a low growl at the touch and stared intensely into my eyes.

Putting my leg down, he ripped the slit up all the way to the top. The cool air hitting my body made me shiver. It was my turn. Pulling his pants along with his underwear all the way to the ground he stepped out of it. Jumping onto him, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Propping me up against the wall again, he used his hand to place his tip at my entrance, gently pushing in. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as I adjust to his size. He was big. My breath caught as he began to move inside of me.

Managing to take a breath each time he pulled out and pushed back in, I dug my nails into his shoulders. Legs weak from holding me up, he walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down. Sitting above him, I moved my hips up and down as he thrusted deeper inside. Wanting more, he flipped me over onto my back and pushed inside once more as hard as he could. I let out a scream as he hit me in the right spot. Intertwining our hands together holding them up above my head, he thrust as fast as he could, so fast my cum squirted out. Feeling my cum, he slowed down a bit to a calmer speed, reaching down to rub my clitoris in circular motion.

My body shook at too much pleasure and yet he still hadn't cum yet. When I had rested enough, he went faster again making me scream in satisfaction. His grunting adding to the high. I could feel my second orgasm building up again and this time so did he. Both grunting and moaning together, we released this time together. With one last thrust he finally pulled out of me, letting himself down onto me. I could feel his cum inside of me and I laughed. I was happy that I finally got what I wanted.

“Let me make one thing clear.” Yanjun propped himself up with his elbows, trapping me beneath him, “This is not a onetime thing.”

“I sure as hell hope not.” I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him back down onto me before spinning us both around so I was on top, “Because if it is, I will get even with you for playing with me like this.”

He smiled wrapping placing his hands onto my hips.

“And how do you plan to do that?” he cocked his head to the side as if to intimidate me.

I scoffed at his words before leaning in to his right ear and gave it a little nibble before whispering:

“I will kill you.”

But I knew well in my heart that I wouldn’t be able to.

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nine percent // lin yanjun // white moodboard

boyfriend yanjun

[linkeai]

perfect timing → lin yanjun ( nine percent ) → summary: lin yanjun is your best friend who puts you through absolute hell, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. → warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, cheating, slight slut shaming (?) → genre: angst to fluff, friends to lovers → word count: 4,036

 You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t love Lin Yanjun.

 If you could, it would have been before third grade, when you met him. He had a terrible bowl-cut, but even as a chubby-cheeked grade schooler he had the charming, dimpled smile that you knew and loved. He shared his snack with you when one of the mean girls stole yours, and ever since then, you were inseparable.

 Growing up, some part of you always knew you had feelings for Yanjun no matter how hard you tried to deny it. It was all too tropey for you - the idea of falling for your best friend who most definitely, absolutely did not feel the same way.

 Yet, no matter how hard you tried, there was no denying the way your heart fluttered when he gave you that familiar dimpled smile.

 Yanjun had always been cooler than you. He was handsome, confident, and funny (although that one was debatable at times). He was always the sun, so bright and warm and lighting up the room. You were just another star, far away and dwarfed by his light. The ‘person that Yanjun hangs out with’.

 Sometimes you wished you could hate him, but he was too good. Yanjun was never anything less than an incredible friend - he was there to wipe the tears, to put on the bandaids and to make you laugh until your stomach hurt. Still, he was just that; a friend.

 It was hard not to be bitter. When he told you he had a crush on the girl who sat two seats ahead and one to the left of him in fifth grade, you felt that sinking feeling for the first time. Then as you went on to middle school, you would smile and shake your head reassuringly at every girl that asked you if you were his girlfriend. You’d say, “Yanjun? But he’s so lame!”, as if you didn’t look at him like he put the stars in the sky.

 But that was okay - that was fine. Every time Yanjun got that rosy-cheeked grin when he liked a girl, you decided it was worth it. You could do it, for him.

 It got worse as you got older.

 Nothing had ever made you feel so nauseous as the time in high school when you were at a party and you watched Yanjun and some pretty thing go into the closet, sent off by a series of hoots and hollers from the other party goers. When they came back out, with tousled hair and swollen lips and sneaked off upstairs, you were sure you were going to get sick in front of all these people. You had walked home by yourself, trembling both from the cold and the bone-crushing realization that you just weren’t enough.

 You wondered if you could ever be enough for someone like Lin Yanjun.

 When he’d treat you to lunch, when you’d stay up all night on the phone talking about things that wouldn’t make sense in the morning, when he smiled and told you that someday, the guy that gets you will be the luckiest man in the world and you swore you were gonna blacken one of those beautiful eyes. When he’d be so unapologetically nice. That was when you wondered.

 You’d tried dating other boys, and while they were handsome and nice, they just weren’t Yanjun. You hated yourself for it - and still, you couldn’t bear to hate him.

 So many times had you thought about causing some big fight and cutting ties with him just so he’d stop ripping open the healing scars every other day. This was the only advice people ever offered to you anymore - just stay away from him. You couldn’t.

 One time in High School, you had tried. You started some argument about something you can’t even remember now, and that spiraled downward and downward until you told him to stay away from you and hung up the phone and blocked his number. For a moment, you felt some sick semblance of freedom. You had never imagined it would hurt so much.

 Half an hour after, there was a knock at your door. There he was, sweat on his brow and tears in his puffy eyes. He’d ran the whole way to your house, grabbed your hand and begged you to just let this one go. That he ‘couldn’t live without his best friend.’

 Nothing could have hurt more than hearing the shake in his voice as he said your name. So you said it was okay, yeah, you could let this one go. You let yourself fall into his arms, press your face into his shoulder and breathe in the scent of his cologne. Hated yourself for wanting to stay just like that forever. You decided that if there was anything worse than the agony of having to see Yanjun not love you while you loved him, it was not seeing Yanjun at all.

 Still, it got worse.

 It all started with Penny Yao.

 You thought her name was quite fitting, given she was as cheap as a penny. You tried not to be judgemental because you knew you were blinded by jealousy every time you looked at her. Even though her skirts looked uncomfortably short and her shirts painfully tight, she had a beautiful face and Yanjun fell for it, hard.

 She was just that kind of girl - the kind that young boys chase after because they’re beautiful and seem unobtainable. The kind that all the girls pretend to love because they’re terrified of her. Yeah, Penny was just that kind of girl.

 At first, when Yanjun had told you with a shy grin that he liked her and they were talking, your first thought had been, ‘okay, well maybe she’s nice.’ So you tried to force yourself to find something about Penny that you liked. Sure she was pretty, and while you were trying to be all girl-powery like ‘girls can wear whatever they want!’ you couldn’t help but grimace every time you caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks.

 It didn’t matter to you how she dressed though, it was why she dressed the way she did. To rope in boys and throw them away when she was done. You sat behind her in chemistry, and you had heard her talking to one of her duplicates about a boy you barely knew on the football team. The story was, he’d shown up at her house with flowers in hand to pick her up for a date she’d forgotten about. Little did he know as he waited outside in his best shoes that one of his best friends was sneaking out of her bedroom window with his clothes in his hand.

 You really thought you were going to be sick.

 It wouldn’t have mattered to you. If it was any other situation, you probably would have gotten a chuckle out of the horribleness of the situation. It wasn’t anybody you knew, right? Well, it was someone you knew. It was the one person you really, really didn’t want it to be. You would do anything to protect him from Penny’s kind of mess.

 So you had tried.

 One day as you were eating lunch at one of your favorite places, you swallowed your nerves and told him about what you had heard. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but Yanjun’s reaction was the worst one possible. Blinded by admiration, he had lashed out at you with a temper he usually reserved for Mario Kart losses and never for his best friend. Voice low and angry, he had told you that you were stereotyping her and that ‘you didn’t know her like he did’. He said he already had gone on two dates with her - he hadn’t told you because ‘he knew what you would think’, and that she was nothing like people thought.

 Then he put a twenty on the table and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving you with awkward stares from the people around and your heart in your lap.

 He had called you that night to apologize, and you forgave him - of course you did. This time, however, the anger lingered. It couldn’t be eased by his dimpled smiles and shining eyes. Some bitter part of you couldn’t help but think; ‘don’t come crying to me when she does exactly what I said she would.’

 They went on a few more dates. Yanjun didn’t talk about her much. You barely even saw him, really. All his time was spent with Penny. He was infatuated. That was the saddest part - he really, truly thought that the bad girl would be good just for him. He loved her.

 All you could do was wait.

 You had never felt so helpless. As she sat in front of you in chemistry, reading his texts aloud and giggling with her friends at how whipped he sounded. She didn’t even know you were behind her - she didn’t even know who you were. When you heard her friends gossiping about ‘Penny’s new plaything’ in the library. When the boy with the flowers that day at Penny’s house had told Yanjun to watch out and he had shaken his head and told him he didn’t know what he was talking about.

 You had always known Yanjun was rather blind to the things happening around him, but you never knew it was to this extent.

 Then, it happened.

 As if turning back the clock on that god awful night at that party, you had gone to a New Year’s party with some other friends. Yanjun and Penny had gone together, and so you spent the night giggling in a corner with Zhangjing, the cute, elfish boy from Home Ec.

 You had heard the situation before you really knew what was going on - the loud shout that was easily identifiable even over the party noise and the fact that he was upstairs and you were down. You and Zhangjing exchanged a glance, moving toward the stairway to see what all the fuss was about. You knew it was Yanjun yelling upstairs, and he definitely sounded angry. Your heart was beating in your chest as you tried to push past the small crowd of drunk people gathered at the bottom of the stairs. You made it close enough to see the top of Yanjun’s head and clearly hear the words he was saying.

 “What the fuck?” He had yelled. The sheer volume of his voice commanded an awkward silence from the room. Like in movies where the music screeches to a stop and everybody gets quiet. It wasn’t quite like that - the trashy hits were still playing loudly and a nervous chattered settled over the room, but all you could hear was Yanjun and the heartbreak in his voice.

 “The fuck are you doing, Penny?” He yelled, not as loud as the first time. Your stomach sank, shifting so you could try and see more than Yanjun’s face, which was red right to the tips of his ears. You finally pushed to the forefront of the small crowd and took a deep breath as you assessed the situation. Penny stood in the doorway to one of the bedrooms; her black hair was messy and her face was flushed with embarrassment. The back of her dress was unzipped and she was holding the top of it over her chest with one arm.

 Yanjun’s attention moved from her to the man standing behind her - the fly of his jeans was undone and he was shirtless. He gently pushed Penny back into the room with one arm. This seemed to piss Yanjun off even more, and he let out one last “what the fuck, man?” before he lunged forward as if to grab the boy by his invisible collar.

 Your eyes widened as he leaned off with his fist raised, and before you could stop yourself, you yelled out “Yanjun!”

 He swung and missed the boy, looking down at you over the stairs with wide eyes. You saw the other boy wrinkle his nose in anger and before you could even react, his fist collided with Yanjun’s face.

 You were immediately racing up the stairs, shaking off Zhangjing’s hand that closed around your arm to pull you back. Yanjun stumbled backward and his back hit the wall, hand cradling his nose. A series of shouts sounded off behind you, various screeches of your name, Yanjun’s and the boy. You knew you weren’t thinking clearly, not when you wedged yourself between Yanjun and the boy and shoved the boy back with two hands on his bare chest, nearly knocking him into Penny as he stumbled backward, obviously drunk.

 You knew it was stupid - Yanjun called your name and grabbed your arm, yanking you back behind him as the boy came forward like he’d hit you instead of Yanjun. It was okay - it was fine. You could take it if he hit you, but you couldn’t see Yanjun get hit again.

 Now there were more people in the hallway, shoving the boy back into the room and shouting at him. Everybody seemed to ignore you and Yanjun and finally, you cast a glance up at his face.

 His brows were furrowed in anger, jaw clenched. To anyone else, he would’ve looked enraged. You saw a little further - saw the tears welling up in his eyes, the trembling of his lips below his bloodied nose.

 “Come on,” you said softly. “Let’s go home.”

 So home you went - Zhangjing drove you both back to your house, and you both mumbled your thank yous and walked quietly up the walkway and into the house. Music from other New Years parties was sounding off in every direction, but neither of you was in the mood anymore.

 You cleaned up his nose while he sat still with his eyes closed. It hurt. You knew they were closed to keep the tears at bay. As if you didn’t know him like the back of your hand.

 When you finished, you sat beside him on the couch. “Yanjun,” you started.

 “Don’t,” he said weakly. “Don’t say ‘I told you so’, Y/N.”

 “I won’t,” you promised, frowning. “You know I won’t.”

 He sighed, his arm covering his face as he sank into the couch. “But you did tell me so. God, everyone told me so. I’m an idiot.”

 You smiled, glad his eyes were covered. He really was, sometimes.

 “You’re not an idiot,” you chastised him. “Love.. makes people blind.”

 He moved his arm, peering at you with puffy eyes. There it was again - that teary, heartbroken look that had shown up on your doorstep that night you fought. It broke your heart all over again.

 He sniffled, and you fought back tears of your own as his face crumpled up and tears rolled from his eyes and down over his temples. “Oh, Yanjun,” you murmured. He sat up and buried himself in your arms, shoulders shaking with sobs as you carded your fingers through his hair. “It’s alright,” you soothed even though you knew it was anything but. “Don’t cry.”

 He was holding you tight, face buried in your neck where warm tears were falling on your shoulder. With the hand not running through his hair, you rubbed up and down his back, feeling the jump every time he took another breath that came out as a horrible sob.

 You were glad he couldn’t see you staring at the ceiling, fighting back tears of your own. You weren’t sure how many more times you could do this for him, even though you would have been there for him for another lifetime or two.

 Eventually, his crying slowed and he pulled back, allowing you to wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs the very same way you had when the girl who sat two seats ahead and one to the left in fifth grade broke his heart.

 “Y/N,” he said, a hiccup in his voice. “I’m sorry.”

 You frowned, pushing his hair back from his forehead. “For what?”

 You swallowed hard when you saw how intently he was looking at you. “You told me, right? I’m so stupid..” He seemed like he was talking to himself, and you were about to console him when he continued. “You’re always there for me when I’m dumb, and you never complain. Always. Why do you do that? Why do you put up with me?”

 You swallowed hard and bit down on your tongue. The timing was very, very bad, but it was right there on at the back of your mouth and you had never struggled so much to bite back the words you were dying to say to him.

 “Y/N? What is it?”

 “Because I love you,” you blurted out.

 Fuck, you thought, and nothing else. Your mind went blank as you tried to time travel thirty seconds back when you hadn’t just told your best friend that you love him and seen the expression on his face change from one of confusion, because there was something in your tone that was very different this time, to wide-eyed realization.

 “You… do?”

 You stared back at him, unable to look away from his brown eyes demanding an answer.

 “Yeah,” you said weakly. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

 He stared at you a second longer with eyes still puffy and red from crying and you were both painfully silent. You thought your heart should have been beating fast - but it was slow, almost lethargic. Waiting.

 “God, I am so stupid,” he finally breathed.

 Before you could think of a response, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you as close to him as you could be. Your arms folded awkwardly between both of your chests and you stared at his neck, confused as to what he was thinking.

 He pulled away after a moment and his hands lingered on your shoulders, his eyes, now devoid of traces of unhappiness, scanning your face like he could read your mind.

 “That makes so much sense,” he said, as if to himself. “I mean I never really thought you would ever - but deep down I always knew that you were special, I thought it was just platonic but hearing you say that - God, you have really bad timing, you know that, Y/N?”

 Your face broke out in a smile and you felt a million times less nervous than you had previously. “I know,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

 He smiled, too. Your favorite dimpled smile at your new favorite moment.

 “How long?” He asked. The tone of his voice suggested he was afraid of your answer, and his face fell when you responded; “forever, I guess.”

 “Y/N,” he chided sadly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 You sighed, looking down at your lap. It was weird how your world had shifted so quickly in just one night.

 “I was scared,” you said, voice small. “I knew you didn’t like me back.”

 “I did,” he said abruptly. “Maybe,” he looked frustrated as he tried to figure out just what he was feeling. “Maybe not in the same way that you did. I don’t know how to explain it. I’d compare everyone to you, and deep down I knew that no one ever measured up. You’re my favorite person. My best friend.”

 He paused, staring off into nowhere before a small smile crept onto his face. “Maybe the best things can be right in front of you and you can still miss them.”

 You smiled, feeling your chest grow warm at his words. “Maybe, for someone as slow as you.”

 He shot you a look and you both laughed, bodies relaxing back into the couch as the weight of the past hour or so settled over you. It wasn’t a heavy weight - more like a warm blanket settling over you. Everything was new, and yet the feeling felt all too familiar.

 You cast your gaze back up to the clock on the wall and gasped when you saw the time. It was seven minutes to midnight, and you were sure as hell not going to miss the fireworks.

 “Yanjun! We have to get to the roof!” You called, quickly standing up from the couch and getting your warm coat and a blanket. He looked up at the clock, confused before he also gasped, standing up and putting on his warm clothes alongside you.

 The two of you ran upstairs, ghosts of the little kids so many New Year’s ago who wouldn’t have believed it if they could see you as you were now. You weren’t sure the girl you were yesterday would believe to see where you were now.

 You flung open the upstairs window and Yanjun crawled out first, cursing as he slid around on the icy roof. You pushed the blankets out after him and he quickly spread one out to block the slippery surface. He smiled at you as he reached inside to help you into your place beside him.

 You sat next to him, feeling the cold nip at your skin even after you sat shoulder to shoulder wrapped up in a blanket. Clouds of your breath formed in front of your faces, looking down at the dark street below. The sound of music could still be heard from somewhere close but far away, and you took a moment to come back to earth and realize just how new this new year would be.

 Yanjun was still the Yanjun you had always known, sitting so close beside you with his knees pulled to his chest and his teeth chattering quietly. Something was different now - like there was a pulse in the air between the two of you that hadn’t been there before. It only got stronger when he turned his head to look down at you.

 “Y/N,” he started. His voice was quiet - laced thick with something you’d never heard before. You watched carefully as he swallowed. “I really want to kiss you right now, but the timing is all wrong and that would be really asshole-ish of me.”

 Your eyes widened in surprise, and you wished you could have stopped yourself from looking from his eyes to his lips. He swallowed again, and you reveled in the tinge of nervousness in his eyes when you looked back up.

 You weren’t really concerned with timing anymore.

 You reached up, taking hold of his jaw and sitting up just enough so you could kiss him. You felt his eyelashes brush your cheek, the furrow of his eyebrows and his hands settling at the base of your spine like he needed something to anchor himself too.

 You pulled away after a moment, not because you wanted too, but because you were eager to see the look in his eyes when you did. It made your whole body fill with tiny, tickling sparks when you saw the warmth in his eyes, crinkling slightly when he breathed a laugh against your lips.

 “Yeah, I really am stupid.”

 Then his hand was in your hair, pulling you back so he could kiss you like it was the single most important thing in the world. Sure, you could say the timing was wrong all you want, and you could hate how tropey your life was until its bitter end, but there was just no denying the feeling in your chest when he pulled away to the sound of a hundred fireworks going off all around town and ringing in the new year.

 You both turned to watch the little sparks of color shoot up into the sky and explode. Your timing wasn’t bad at all, really. The New Year had brought many new things - it brought Yanjun’s hand in yours, that sparkle in his eye, this feeling in the air and the single thing you had wished on countless times on every star for years on end.

 Finally, even if it was just a little bit, just a little spark before the firework ignites and blooms; the boy you loved finally loved you back.

[chxseungyoun]

Lin Yanjun ◇ 》 Little

Genre: Smut, Romance; Trial angst from your fluff baby.

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Warning: This is my first attempt here to actually write at a more detailed level so please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this. Since this is just a trial, I do not accept requests for other members of 99% (especially the minors)

You and Yanjun had been dating even before his trainee days which you two tried your hardest to keep secret. It's not that he was ashamed of you but rather of the consequences behind people finding out.

You two had been contented by doing things little by little. When your fingertips graze to one another, that had been already alright. When he would hug you behind and just keep quiet. That was enough for both of you.

However, it had been harder the past few days. He was promoting extravagantly now since he did get in to the final nine that debuted from the show. He was not even able to go home to your shared house since he had to go overseas with his temporary bandmates.

It had gotten lonely in the house without him. He would send you text messages but they had gotten shorter as well since he could only do that when he was given time to rest. It caused your mood to go down a lot but you never dared to tell him.

You were in fact very happy for him even if that meant he had to be far away from you.

Months would pass and you had started to get used to being alone. Little by little, the communication between you two had diminished. Yet, when you saw him on social media, he seems to he doing well. You glad how he was doing what he loved the most.

Maybe it had been wrong for you to assume that he would not return to your shared house anymore so you had looked for another place to move in. He had his key anyway and you just had felt sadness by staying.

Thanks to your friend Zhou Rui, you managed to land a house a little farther from your old one.

Why you felt like you two were bound to break up, you cannot simply word it but the thought still hurts you. But it wasn't just you. Just imagine how Yanjun felt when he arrived to a half empty apartment with all your traces completely wiped out.

That one night, you heard banging on your door. It had almost scared you and you were about to call the cops when you heard Yanjun calling out your name.

You opened and saw how angered he was. "Why did you leave?" He stared down at you.

Despite how angry he was, there was evident pain in his eyes. He seem frustrated yet he was also confused to how it come about to this.

"How did you know I was here..."

"That's not the point. Why did you even leave?" He slammed his fist against the door frame which made you fidget. So he tried to calm himself down to avoid scaring you further.

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? You just left? You didn't even tell me where you went? I had to contact every person I knew to asl where you were." He said, a little desperate.

"I just...didn't think you would come home to me anymore.." you gripped onto the hem of your blouse and kept your eyes glued to the floor.

"Why would you think that? Don't you know how much I love you? How much I missed being with you every single day?" He sighed, obviously upset.

"You're never around anymore, Yanjun. You were so happy elsewhere that I thought...even if I disappeared, it wouldn't change anything. Maybe just a little." You mumbled which caused him to quiet down.

"Little. We always are used to little things, aren't we? But that's the point, y/n. You mean a lot to me. You're no little thing to me and I'm sorry I had to make you feel this way...because trust me, that's the last thing I want you to feel." He sighed and pulled you against his chest.

You could hear his heart drumming against his chest. His musky scent filled your nose and gave the sensation it usually did whenever he pulled you into an embrace.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry too...I missed you a lot.." you mumbled against his chest and he cupped your chin to tilt it uo so he can smile at you.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against your lightly tinted lips. You had shared a kiss before but it was never as longing as the one you had at that moment. You felt the kiss deepening as Yanjun tightened his embrace around your waist.

He had pushed you further inside, the door closing behind you. Yanjun was not familiar with this place so he had brought you to the closest room he could which was the living room.

He gently laid you down on the couch and hovered on top of you. Your heart was racing because you had never seen him this way. His kisses had gotten rougher, as if all his desperation were being unleashed through the kiss.

"Yanjun..." his name rolling off your tongue just caused him to harden.

He had carefully laced you out of your top, tossing the fabric to wherever it would land. His hands eagerly wanting to touch your soft skin. His hands were warm and comforting that it caused another whimper to slip through your lips.

"If you keep making those sounds...I'll...lose all control..." he managed to grunt against your lips.

He parted away from your lips and latched his own to your neck. He peppered your skin with soft butterfly kisses. You squirming underneath him was driving him crazy since your knee would gradually graze against his tenting crotch.

He nipped on your skin, leaving blueing bruises as to mark you as his and his alone. He then did the same for your collarbone down to your cleavage and to your navel.

His hands impatiently tried to unclasp your bra and as soon as he successfully removed it, his mouth clung onto your sensitive nubs. His finger equally giving attention to the other by pinching lightly on it.

This was all too new for you that it had caused you to start breathing unevenly. Your cheeks had already reddened from the increase in body temperature. A shaky moan comes from your swollen lips as you felt Yanjun grind his pelvis against your own.

You had tugged on the hem of his shirt which he took as a hint to remove his own top. His hand continuously fondling with your breast while the other gripped onto your inner thigh.

"I think I misser you a little too much..." he mumbler under his breath beforr a finger slid down your clothed folds.

You arched your back and tilted your head to the side. 'Y-Yanjun..." you whispered which he took as a hint to continue sliding his finger against your privates. When you had opened your eyes, you had seen him take a lick of his damp finger.

"Naughty. Who would have thought?" He said with a lopsided smirk before he rolled your skirt up to your hips.

Your cheeks, if possible, had gotten redder when you saw his head vanish in between your legs. You took in a sharp breathe and gripped on to the edge of the count as soon as you felt a warm wetness swipe against your underwear.

You had to clear your thoughts of what was happening but he was making it too impossible for you to do so.

When you felt your underwear being slowly removed, you could not explain the embarrassment you had felt. Yet, Yanjun had spent no time wasted and he twirled his tongue against the bud of your womanhood. Constant touches from his forefinger had made you a squirming mess.

As he deemed you prepped, you watched as he removed all the garments left on his body towards the floor. Your eyes dropped down onto his member which had been stiff from all the ministrations he had done to you.

If there was one thing that was not little about Yanjun, it surely was his shaft. He smirked as he caught you staring at it. He leaned down to lock his lips with yours while you felt his shaft being pressed in between your warm folds.

The skin to skin friction started out slow but when he fasted his pace, you felt yourself whimpering. He hasn't even done anything but grind against you and it was already causing your legs to shake.

He pressed a soft kiss on top of your forehead as he asked for permission to enter. He had never actually had experience with this type of intimacy as well, he only learnt from watching.

You grabbed hold of his toned arms as he slowly slipped half of his size inside of you. Different kinds of sensations can be felt. One which was a very heated pain while his was an unbearable pleasure.

He had wanted more of it but he had worried that you would end up feeling pained from it. As you felt your walls clamping around his entire lenght, you gave him a shy nod for him to start moving.

It was a unique experience for both of you. It was a mix of longing but also frustrations with each other. It was so slow and intimate at start but as time had passed, he got rougher and more passionate.

Bigger and bolder movements from your boyfriend who was contented with little and subtle gestures.

After countless screams, moans and grunts. He had released himself alongside with you. Dropping on top of you but being careful not to squish you.

He cupped your cheeks and stared at you with a concerned look. "Did I hurt you?" He asked he tried to flip your positions over.

You shook your head before leaning against his moist chest.

"I love you, y/n. I always will...and I promise to be better but please...please don't just vanish on me like that. Nothing can break my heart more than losing you." He wrapped his arms around your bare waist and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Those are some big words, Yanjun...but..I love you too." You smiled as you let your eyes close. Exhaustion soon taking over and taking you into deep slumber.

[taetortotss]

pizza boi → lin yanjun

pizza boi → lin yanjun in which lin yanjun is the really cute pizza delivery boy that has successfully clouded your mind and heart

my previous work: boo → zhu zhengting for my other works: masterlist

be my friend!! i promise i don’t bite HAHA (i need more friends lmao)

(i used cpdb cuz i got lazy of writing the whole thing out oops)

you were craving pizza

because when and why would you not be craving pizza

you love pizza

so, with a really loud grunt, you stretched your arms and reached for your phone which was on the coffee table

you opted to order using the pizza store online website because you were too awkward to call the delivery hotline (true story :’))

ordering one large cheese pizza and an order of fries and chicken, fingers, your stomach grumbled at how hungry you were 

“YOUR ORDER HAS BEEN SENT” in bold words

“ESTIMATED WAITING TIME: 20 MINUTES”

this made you sigh and you decided to take a short nap while waiting for your food to arrive

you were jolted awake by the doorbell ringing and you were so ready to attack whomstever disturbed your slumber

then you remembered the pizza 

the doorbell rang again, causing you to go “oh shit” and scrambled to the door, completely unaware of your appearance

you were basically in your pjs and your hair was all over the place (you did just wake up)

“hi, your pizza is here, miss y/n,” the pizza delivery guy said.

and oh. my. god.

he was so NDBHBFJKDKNFJKD

ethereal? unreal? beautiful? handsome? cute? visuals on point?

“h..hi,” you managed out.

he was so good-looking, what the fuck?

you didn’t realise you were staring and that you were daydreaming (cancel) about pizza delivery boi

“miss, it’s 16 dollars,” his voice snapped you back into reality

and oh my god, even his voice seeps honey and all things sweet and nice-sounding

is he even human?

“right, um, let me get my wallet, wait a moment,” you stuttered before walking back to get your wallet

and of course, you had to trip on nothing and nearly fall

how. embarrassing.

pulling a face (half in embarrassment and pain), you took 20 dollars from your wallet, rushed back to the door

“here, keep the change,” you handed the cute delivery boy money and he handed you a bag full of food

“thank you!” you awkwardly thanked him for the food, and flashed him a smile and you closed the door before you could see his reaction or before he could say anything back

you didn’t know or see this, but cute pizza delivery boi left with a smile plastered on his face

you enjoyed your food a lot,  but you enjoyed the sight of cute pizza delivery boi a lot more

it’s been a few days, and the one thing that has been occupying your mind was cute!pizza!delivery!boy!

so you ordered a pepperoni pizza

primary reason: you were hungry

secondary reason: you wanted to see him again

(or is it the other way around? ;) )

now, you knew you were playing a gamble because you wouldn’t know if it was cpdb or not

you were on the edge of your sofa seat, fidgeting as you waited for the door to ring

this time, you were dressed up nicer than the other day

y’know to maybe impress cpdb HDSBJDHS

ding dong! ding dong!

“fuck he’s here already,” you thought

you opened the door, almost expecting a different delivery guy

BUT NO

IT WAS CUTE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY

you nearly died - somehow he was cuter as well

“one pepperoni pizza for ms y/n?”

ahh, you could drown in his voice uwu

“yeah, that’s me,” you smiled

and you really couldn’t stop smiling even after he left

neither could he, but you wouldn’t know that

you officially had it.

cpdb has been the main subject in your thoughts for days and he has successfully found his way in your heart

AND YOU BARELY KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM

jesus, you didn’t even know his name

you were basically in love (no, not really)

so this was you acting on your heart and not your brain

you pulled up the pizza store website, ordered a sausage pizza and garlic bread

and because your mind was so clouded and you weren’t thinking straight,

on the ‘add comments’ section,

you added:

hey, send me that really cute delivery boy with the dark hair and cute dimples and really nice voice xoxo

it was like you were drunk when you were typing that

you were about to erase it when.

your dumbass clicked “enter”

it took you at least five seconds to process what you just did

and you started screaming, horrified

the weight of your decisions are piling on your shoulders and you felt like cancelling the order

but you were also hungry and you love pizza and you wanted to see him again uwu

for twenty minutes, you were a fidgeting, nervous mess. you didn’t know why or what you were doing.

and when your doorbell went off, you decided that death has finally come for you!!1!

oh shit, you were dreading this moment so much

rip y/l/n y/n, you will be missed

you opened the door, really slowly

and there he was, in his true form and beauty,

cute pizza delivery guy

and he was,,, smirking?? at you??

you didn’t even want to look him in the eye - you were that embarrassed

“hey,” his tone was mischievous, a little flirty, if you will

“hi,” you squeaked, still not looking him in the eye

actually, looking at his body figure/physique wasn’t a very good idea either

you were bright red

like a tomato

“sausage pizza for miss y/n?”

oh god, you loved how your name rolled out his tongue, it was almost sinful

“yep, that’s me!”

god, the entire situation was so awkward and cpdb seemed to be enjoying it

“for the record, i find you extremely cute too.”

wait, what???

error 404, file y/l/n y/n not working!!!

“what,” you were taken aback, completely.

“you’re adorable. I like you,” he said, nonchalantly, liKE IT WAS NOTHING

“what?” you repeated, not getting his words in your head, but you had this big smile on your face (a quarter due to embarrassment and three quarters on how life isn’t fucking you over!!)

it really seems like cpdb was enjoying this, seen in how he was nearly doubling over in a laughing/giggling fit

“you’re so cute, yknow what, this pizza and your bread is on me, as long as you let me take you out on a date.”

“okay, but at least let me know your name. you know mine and ‘cute pizza delivery guy’s too long.”

might as well right?

“it’s lin yanjun.”

what a perfect name for a perfect boy

how did you get so lucky?

and that, ladies and gents, was the start of something new

uwu

[awyugyeom]

nine percent masterlist

cai xukun

none yet

chen linong

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fan chengcheng

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justin / huang minghao

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lin yanjun

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zhu zhengting

none yet

wang ziyi

none yet

xiao gui

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you zhangjing

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[sinfulcries2]

Masterlist

welcome to my idol producer nine percent masterlist! here are the bullet types and stuff like that bwahaha. here you can also find my stories!

 ✏ - mature ✰ - personal favorite ♕ - au ♚ - inspired by ❀ - fluff ☁ - angst ✄ -  sensitive 

CAI XUKUN

MILKSHAKE BOY ❀ ✰

⤷ a short scenario about y/n meeting her love at a milkshake shop.

FIRST KISS ♚ ❀

⤷ reader confesses her feelings for her crush xukun, and ends up with xukun admitting his feelings for reader too.

FLUSTERED  ❀

⤷ xukun calls reader and trainees tease him for being whipped while all the action gets aired.

EXPOSED ❀

⤷ justin being a little shit, exposed xukun while having an interview amd teased him for being whipped.

CAI XUKUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ❀

FAN CHENGCHENG

JUSTIN, YOURE GAY

⤷  soulmate au for fan chengcheng

I FOUND YOU

⤷  another soulmate au for fcc

JUSTIN

ROYALTIES ; JUSTIN ♕ ✰ PART ONE I PART TWO I PART THREE

⤷ justin was tired of living the royal life and decided to spend his days going to the beach instead of doing blind dates with girls, little did he know he would meet a mango seller that would be his.

ILY ; JUSTIN ✰ ❀ ☁

⤷ you started developing a crush for justin and it hurt you until he expressed his feelings too

ZHU ZHENGTING

A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL ; ZHU ZHENGTING

⤷ zhengting kisses you unexpectedly and confess to each other

SIGNS ; ZHU ZHENGTING ♕ ✰

⤷ you suddenly were able to see color when one particular man caught your eye

WANG ZIYI

WANG ZIYI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ✰

JEALOUS ; WANG ZIYI ❀

JEALOUS + B.F, C.XK, Q.F, C.LN, 

QIN FEN

SUGAR ; QIN FEN  ❀

⤷ you instantly fell inlove with qin fen’s coffee at first sip, is it love at first sip?

DING ZEREN

FRIENDS TO LOVERS ; DING ZEREN  ❀

⤷ a short imagine of reader becoming bestfriends to lovers with ding zeren.

LI XIKAN

LI XIKAN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ✰

[sopeloveee]

Background!!

- the name is this fic is called “ Sativa “ which is the Latin word for useful

- oof this is my first fic !

- lots of angst, fluff (andmaybesmut)

- CAI XUKUN IS OF AGE !

- before we get started, this fic will have a lot of TRIGGERING TOPICS so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

- let’s get started !

- Characters: (OC) Jasmine Xiao (she blasian ya’ll !!) , Cai Xukun , Wang Ziyi , Chen Linong , Xiao Gui , Fan Chenggeng , You Zhangting , Ling Chao , Zhu Zhengting , Justin , Zhou Jieqiong , Lin Yanjun

- the story is set China ( obvi)

- Jasmine moved from America to go back to China with her parents when she was 11

- she’s 18 now

- Father is deceased

- i understand that people might not like these topics, but i wanted to give myself a challenge!!

- CONTAINS SEXUAL ABUSE & SUICIDE ATTEMPT

- i really hope you guys like my fic !!

- byeeee!!!💕

EDIT: ( forgot to mention so that people won’t get confused!! YOU ARE JASMINE! Don’t let her name fool you!! I made it so the you were in her shoes!! okay thx💕)

[seofine]

GUIDELINES FOR REQUESTS

WHAT I DO:

Fluff 🌼🌹

Angst 😭😡

Adventure ✈️🌍

Sci-fi 👽🔮

AU 🎭🎬

PSA: I CANNOT AND DO NOT WRITE SMUT 😅⛔

FORMAT:

Drabble

Textpost

Bulleted scenario

DETAILS:

Please give me a brief overview of what you might like to happen and if you want it to be a happy or sad ending etc (e.g Simon Dominic angst where he is your boyfriend but you've hit a rough patch in the relationship, sad ending).

If you'd like please refer me to a song you'd like to be part of the request 🎵

I DO NOT write for minors (unless it's a very cute best friend AU or something of that type)

I write for kpop and khh artists

I take requests for both male and female artists, I think I'm slightly better at writing for male though

GROUPS I WRITE FOR:

NCT (U & 127 - please ask me about Dream and WayV and I'll look at the request)

Seventeen

BTS

SF9

Monsta X

Ateez

Stray Kids

Winner

Ikon

Blackpink

Btob

Day6

EXO

Got7

Pentagon

Vixx

SOLO ARTISTS I WRITE FOR:

Jay Park

Sik-K

Simon Dominic

pH-1

Gray

Loco

Code Kunst

Woo Wonjae

Bang Yongguk

Zico

Cai Xukun

Lin Yanjun

Crush

Dean

Millic

Penomeco

Dpr Live

Christian Yu

G.Soul

Giriboy

Hash Swan

Heize

Hoody

Jessi

Kris Wu

Luhan

Huang Zitao

Jung Jaewon

Villain

Samuel Seo

Woodie Gochild

Zelo

Moon Jongup

Zion T

Nafla

Bloo

Loopy

Reddy

YoungB

Wang Yibo

Xiao Zhan

If you're looking for a group or individual and they are not on my list, please ask. I may have accidentally left them off.

I write for other Chinese artists that are not on the list, so please ask! 😉

REMINDERS:

I am only one person so I will do my best but I cannot always guarantee that I can fulfill your request 😢

I will aim to get requests out within a week, however I am a uni student and sometimes it's just not possible 📚

Message me with any questions you have, I'm happy to help! 🥰

If there's anything I haven't covered please ask!

Happy requesting! ☺️

[xiaojuxiyou]

Believe in Miracles

Believes in Miracles

This is mostly for myself so I can find stories I’ve posted on here easier. But if anyone comes across this and is interested, feel free to leave feedback.

I do accept requests from time to time. Right now I am writing for this prompt list. But I’m not too confident with Smut writing. You can still send them in the prompt and I’ll find a way to turn it to fluff or Angst. Requests will be posted on Fridays.

Groups I write for:

Exo

BTS

Monsta X (Wonho included)

Seventeen

Astro

Got7

Nine Percent – Nine Percent is a c-pop group consisting of 9 members created from iQiyi’s survival show Idol Producer.

Trinity – Trinity is a Thai group consisting of 4 members created from 4nologue, a Thai company event organizer for many Korean artists for decades. (I’ll also write for 9x9 members)

 Although these are the main, I do like a lot of other groups so if you’re not sure, you can message me.

A lot of members on the list will be empty, but I hope I can change that in the future.

 Chinese

Nine Percent:

 You Zhangjing:

Chocolate Bun

Lin Yanjun

Chocolate Bun

Crush

Devil’s Angel: 1/2/3/4/5/6

Fearless

Language of Flowers

Like the Weather

Zhu Zhengting:

Birthday Present

Savior

Wang Ziyi:

Kiss Me

Cai Xukun:

Insecurities

Wang Linkai (Xiaogui):

Darling

Fan Chengcheng:

Chen Linong:

Huang Minghou (Justin):

  Idol Producer/Youth With You:

Lian Huaiwei:

Birthday Girlfriend

Lin Chaoze:

Fall in Love with Me

Zhu Xingjie:

Birthday Magic

 Korean

 Astro:

Kim Myungjun (MJ):

Know Me

Park Jinwoo (Jinjin):

Lee Dongmin (Cha Eunwoo):

Moonbin:

Park Minhyuk (Rocky):

Yoon Sanha:

  BTS:

Kim Sukjin:

Min Yoongi:

Regret

Jung Hoseok:

Routine

Kim Namjoon:

Park Jimin:

Kim Taehyung:

Jeon Jungkook:

Every Time I See You

 When You Fall

 Exo:

Kim Minseok (Xiumin):

Confession

Father & Mother: 1/2/3

Wait For You

Kim Junmyun (Suho):

Zhang Yixing (Lay):

Byun Baekhyun:

Beautiful

Kim Jongdae (Chen):

Park Chanyeol:

Do Kyungsoo (D.O.):

Kim Jongin (Kai):

Oh Sehun:

  Got7:

Mark Yi Tuan:

Im Jaebum:

Jackson Wang:

Park Jinyoung:

Choi Youngjae:

Bambam Kunpimook Phuwakul:

Assassin

Truth Be Told

Kim Yugyeom:

  Monsta X:

All:

Seven Deadly Sins

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu):

Mr. Right

Lee Hoseok (Wonho):

Jealousy

Tears In HEAVEN

Lee Minhyuk:

Yoo Kihyun:

Decision

Chae Hyungwon:

Lee Jooheon:

Sharing

Im Changkyun (IM):

  Seventeen:

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups):

Yoon Jeonghan:

1004 Cheonsa

Hong Jisoo (Joshua): 

Wen Junhui (Jun): 

Ghost

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi):

Jeon Wonwoo:

Lee Jihoon (Woozi):

Lee Seokmin (DK):

Kim Mingyu:

Xu Minghao (The8):

Boo Seungkwan:

 Choi Hansol (Vernon):

 Lee Chan (Dino):

  Thai

 Trinity:

Teeradon Supapunpinyo (James):

Sivakorn Adulsuttikul (Porsche):

Fairytale

You’re Doing It Wrong

Genie

Lapat Ngamchaweng (Third):

Jakrin Kungwankiatichai (Jackie):

Random:

Roses and Promises: 1/2

[lovingstares]

introduction

hello all who have come to visit my blog!

thank you, first of all. i already feel my heart swelling up with love. i’m so excited to start sharing my writing with you all!!

a little bit about myself,

i’m zee! i have been writing for a little while now but i still have a lot to learn and a lot more room to improve. i am learning korean and i really love kpop along with khh, lo-fi, and bedroom pop. i’m an exo-l (forever!!!). i also dabble in some kdramas so if you have any recommendations for me, pls send them my way!! i also really like space (so pls hit my inbox or ask box up with some random space facts whenever u feel like it thnx).

onto the writing!

i have a few works in my drafts so expect something soon! i really enjoy writing and the thing that really made me want to start writing on this blog was the thought of other people reading my work and enjoying it so i really hope you all enjoy my stories!!! my first scenario/imagine (whatever they’re called (i’m so dumb lmao)) that i post will be about Lin Yanjun so pls stay tuned!

ALSO I’M A REALLY SLOW WRITER so please be patient with me!

also!

i will not write smut.

but yeah

thank you so much for coming to my blog!!! i hope you stay!!!

[linkeai]

→ nine percent reaction to their s/o feeling insecure about their appearance

Zhangjing would relate to you feeling insecure about your appearance because he’s dealt with people criticizing his weight and trying to lose it himself. Even though he thinks there’s nothing wrong with you, he’d understand you feeling concerned and he’d do everything he could to make you feel comfortable and beautiful. He’d give you really good advice and make sure that he dealt with your insecurities with you rather than you being alone.

Yanjun, at first, would be really confused about why you don’t see how beautiful you are. He wouldn’t really know what to do or say, but he would make sure to tell you that he loved you no matter what you looked like and that he would do everything he could to convince you that there was nothing wrong with how you looked. From that day on, he would take extra care to shower you with compliments at every opportunity, never letting you forget you were beautiful even for a minute.

Ziyi would feel deeply hurt that you didn’t see how beautiful you were and probably blame himself a little bit, thinking that he hadn’t told you enough. It would really nag at him until the two of you sat down and he brought it up - this would lead to a super long conversation. Ziyi would want to know why you had the insecurities you did and what he could do to make it better. He would listen well, and when you were done, he would so sweetly and genuinely tell you that you were beautiful and had nothing to worry about that you would really believe him.

Zhengting would be so confused about you feeling insecure. Kind of like “but..why?” like a sad baby. He wouldn’t really know what to say and that would make him feel even sadder, but he would try his best. He would want to talk about it and try to understand why you were insecure and probably drown you in physical affection to try and comfort you. He would be careful after that and try to make you feel as beautiful as he knew you were. It would nag at him a lot.

Xukun would be so. sad. First of all, he would feel horrible as a boyfriend and that it was somehow his fault and he hadn’t told you that he loved you and you were beautiful often enough. Secondly, he would be so confused about why you thought those things about yourself. He would have no idea what to say or do to make you feel better and it would make him feel a hundred times more upset. He would never tell you he felt like that, and he wouldn’t really know how to bring it up so he would always remind himself to compliment you and make you feel loved.

Linkai would feel awful. When you first told him, he would reassure you kind of offhandedly, like “don’t be dumb, there’s nothing wrong with you.” Afterward, he would feel stupid for it because he was afraid it sounded like he didn’t care when he really did. He would think about it a lot afterward though he wouldn’t know how or really want to bring it up. If you ever mentioned something about your insecurity, this boy would jump down your throat like “that’s not even true, don’t say that, you’re beautiful,” so seriously and then get really flustered afterward.

Chengcheng would really empathize with you feeling insecure about your appearance because he’s dealt with similar things with his weight. When you first told him, he would take it really seriously and want to understand why you felt the way you did and make you feel better. After the serious part was over and done with, he would try to joke about it and make you laugh. Gives really good advice if you need it and makes sure you know you’re not alone and you’re still beautiful.

Linong would be so sad! I think at first he’d immediately think someone said something to you to make you feel that way because he wouldn’t understand why you would think that yourself. I feel like he would try to talk about it with you but he could only say so much and even if he did help, he’d feel sad and like he wasn’t doing enough. He would kind of jump whenever you or someone else mentioned the insecurity and he’d compliment you at every chance he got.

Justin would probably be ready to fight with his little fists when he first found out you were insecure about yourself because he’d think someone must have said something to you. When he realized that wasn’t the case, he would get really serious and do his best to try and help you and make you feel better. He’d try to joke about it and make you laugh, and later try to compliment you more and remind you that there’s nothing wrong with you all the time even though it made him really shy.

[chxseungyoun]

MASTERLIST

♡ Stories

Nine Percent

Cai Xukun - Detention - a bulleted scenario in which Xukun causes you to get detention for something he has caused.

Cai Xukun - The Boss - a bulleted scenario in which Xukun is your boss and he wants you to get that into your head; smut

Cai Xukun- Hogwarts Special!

Cai Xukun - Cold Heart, Warm Smile - a bulleted scenario where Xukun starts losing his life as a celebrity but begins with a new.

Lin Yanjun - Ms.Matchmaker - Mister flirt wants to flirt with you, the owner of a matchmaking agency. ; bulleted

Lin Yanjun - Little [Rated] - Yanjun is used to little gestures with you but there’s one thing about him that isn’t so little; written.

Lin Yanjun - Zipped Up - Why is the school director’s son mute? Is it a disability or something else? ; bulleted

Lin Yanjun - High in the Sky - Your daredevil best friend suddenly asked you to go skydiving with him; bulleted

You Zhangjing - FMY - There are three things Zhangjing loves. Can you think of all three? ; bulleted

You Zhangjing - Rule #1: Don’t fall in love - There is one rule you had with Zhangjing and Yanjun. Are you meant to break it?; bulleted

Dorm Life: 9% Status [SERIES] - you end up living in a frat house with one of the notorious squads in the campus?

Ms. Matchmaker - Lin Yanjun [SERIES] - a series requested from the bulleted scenario.

Huang Minghao - Goal! - In socces, Justin never misses his goal. Does this go for his love life too?; bulleted.

Huang Minghao - Clear as Day - You just broke your glasses and you need to get a new prescription! A love prescription, maybe?; bulleted

Huang Minghao - Hogwarts Special!

Fan Chengcheng - Story to Reality - your best friend just doesn’t understand why you keep reading scenarios about his bandmates ; bulleted

Fan Chengcheng - Why can’t I? - There is one thing Chengcheng wants to do but Zhengting keeps getting in the way?; bulleted

Fan Chengcheng - Misfit Union - A vampire in a bond with a hunter? ; bulleted

Fan Chengcheng - Hogwarts Special!

Zhu Zhengting - Only Me [Rated] - Zhengting loves you but he he doesn’t love you looking at other men ; bulleted

Zhu Zhengting - Unforseen Vow - The first son of the Yuehua coven is bonded with a what?! ; Bulleted

Wang Ziyi - Uncle to Daddy? - You’re babysitting with one of the delinquents from school ; Bulleted

Wang Ziyi - Escape the Maze - You are trapped within your dream. Escape with Ziyi!; bulleted

Wang Ziyi - Milkshakes at Midnight - You always get hurt and whenever you do, Ziyi takes you out for milkshakes ; Bulleted

Wang Linkai - Magical Debt - You need a wish to be granted but wizard’s have fees to grant them? Are you willing to take on that? ; Bulleted

Chen Linong - The Keeper - You don’t really think you’re the fairest of the land? Would a dragon tamer think differently?; Bulleted

Chen Linong - Hogwarts Special!

Chen Linong - Ataraxy - Soulmates who were cursed to be together for 2000 lives--kill or love?; bulleted

Nine Percent as dads - 1/ 2/ 3 - This goes for the future, alright? No sexualizing or anything, get out.

_91% _

Zhou Yanchen - Kismet - Sometimes fate goes by the name of kismet, sometimes it’s Zeren. ; written

Jing Peiyao - Peculiar - Weird is attractive sometimes, you know? ; written

Lu Dinghao - Plot twist - You’re in a school play as snow white but the prince is not your love interest ; bulleted

Lu Dinghao- Soulmate Disaster - Soulmates with your brother’s friend?; bulleted

Han Mubo - She hates the cold - The school president finds out your secret. When will you find out his? ; bulleted

Han Mubo - The Landlord's Son - You wished you did not have to deal with an arrogant man but he wasn’t that bad either; bulleted

Li Yingchao - Wifi Disconnected - You met the most unexpected person on an online forum. Is it time to delete that site from your history?; bulleted

Li Yingchao - Balcony Romance - New neighbor came while you were at your downest moment, how will that be?; bulleted

Zhu Yuntian - Exchange of Favors - You happened to be in trouble and you asked for Yunyi’s help? Yuntian comes to the rescue instead! ; written

Zhu Yuntian - Exchange of Favors [SERIES] - Why am I making another series that I take too long to update. Anyway, I love the Zhu twins.

Ding Zeren - Precision Zero - Zeren is pretty mucplans with precision and accuracy, except when it comes to you; bulleted

Hu Zhibang - Loud Thoughts - Sometimes the quietest people have the loudest minds; written.

Li Xikan - The Lady Killer - Is there a murdered on the loose or is it something else?; written

Qin Fen - My Shy Fiance - Being arranged to marry a complete stranger sucks! Or does it?; bulleted

Zheng Ruibin - Death’s Heir - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 - Death has a son? He’s against his own father?! ; written trilogy.

Zhu Xingjie - It takes 4 hours to bake a cake - Xingjie wants you to go out on a date with him..but with one codition!; bulleted drabble

Huang Xinchun - My Chinese Boyfriend - The shy member of NEX7 is in a relationship with a foreign girl?; bulleted

Bi Wenjun - The Best Man - You have to attend the weding and the best man just happened to be really attractive; bulleted

Bei Honglin - Unplayed Melody - Your heated competition with Honglin has a reason behind it; bulleted

Zhou Rui - Exigent - You get recruited as a model by a high fashion designed!; bulleted

Yue Yue - Love Tour - Your on a trip to scotland? or are you taking a trip to Yue Yue’s heart?; bulleted

Jeffrey Tung - Heart Jockey - You don’t think being a disc jockey requires much skill. Jeffrey proves you otherwise; bulleted

Li Rang - His Tinkerbell - You recently got haircut and is nervous about your boyfriend reacting to it; bulleted

Lou Zibo - The Harvest - It’s harvest season and there is a competition between you and Zibo!; bulleted

Wang Yilong - Soul Catcher - You’re an aspiring reaper but can you handle the stress that comes with it?; bulleted

Bu Fan - Wines and Truths - They say a drunk person can be truthful? Are you sure?; bulleted

Lou Zheng - Incognito - You had to pretend to be someone else because of some reason. What could that be?; bulleted

Lin Chaoze - Greatest Gift - It’s your birthday and your boyfriend is in panic!; bulleted

Mu Ziyang  - Stay in Tune - Why does teacher Ziyang have such a bad reputation?; bulleted

Mu Ziyang - Hiemal- Where you try to fix your doings in the past life and you meet a prince ; bulleted

Li Quanzhe - A Cute Curse - There are just some cute things he deserves; bulleted

Gao Maotong - Nictitate - Somethings just start with a simple wink; bulleted

Zhu Xingjie - Pink Plethora - In which Xingjie unexpectedly likes the same color as you; bulleted

**_

_**

K-POP

Stray Kids

Minho - Did you predict that? - Your best friend Minho is second guessing your intuition, was he right all along? ; bulleted

Minho - It's snowing - Part two of did you predict that? Some things have changed between the two of you; bulleted

_ _

NCT

soon

_ _

X1 + Produce X 101

**

Kim Yohan - 7 Minute Halloween - You got dragged into going into a halloween party by your best friends? Wait, we’re playing a game? This can’t be good..

**

♡ Games

Fate Game - Nine Percent as Boyfriends

Nine Percent - Screenshot Game - School Edition - Part 1 (epilepsy trigger warning)

Nine Percent - Screenshot Game - School Edition - Part 2 (epilepsy trigger warning)

Nine Percent - Screenshot Game - Boyfriend Things (epilepsy trigger warning)

Idol Producer - Birthday Chart - Top 35 Mix

Astrology Compatibility - Idol Producer

Nine Percent Fortune - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

Awaken-F Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

NEX7 - Screenshot Game  (epilepsy trigger warning)

ONER - Screenshot Game  (epilepsy trigger warning)

Gramarie Boys - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

Christmas with Nine Percent - Screenshot Game  (epilepsy trigger warning)

[foxjasminnie]

Fated Blood

Pic credit to exclusion zone

A/N something i randomly started. I haven't written since stories properly since university so we'll see if this continues or if it is any good xD feedback is welcomed.

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Smut maybe

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The pale moonlight reflected upon her porcelain skin as she gazed into the Cupid shaped water fountain; she had been perched upon intently staring at her reflection. No matter how much she rippled the water, nothing but her own deer brown eyes and small face remained to be seen. She had heard rumours that this fountain could reveal your soulmate if you searched hard enough.

Now being a young half vampire forced to live in the immortal realm, you would think soulmates were not part of the agenda but for Y/N, it was different. She never enjoyed showing off at the gala parties her family and other threw. She also never felt like she belonged amongst the vampires. Too arrogant for her liking. Not to mention 90% of the time everyone was having sex with eachother. Luckily for y/n the vampiric lust was the one gene she was greatful not to reccive.

Being invited to the wang's family party she thought she would see if the rumours were true. If she could find somewhere to begin looking for some purpose or happiness in her life. If she could end up like the various books her parents had brought back from the human realm.

Y/n sighed as she gazed into the fountain one last time, ready to give up on this fantasy. When she noticed another's image next to her own. Piercing blood red eyes on a face framed by short spiky silver hair was peering into her own eyes. Decked in a black suit and blood red tie to complement the eyes. Her face lit up as she thought she had scored the jackpot; until she turned around due to the sound of a cough.

"If I knew I could make an angel that happy with just my looks, I would of hunted down the gates of heaven sooner." The young male winked.

'Great' she thought to herself. The rumour was a bust and instead she got some idiot with bad pick up lines behind her. Trying to hide her feelings of dissappointment, she chuckled.

"Pray tell, just how many women has that line worked on? I would say you need help but with lines as bad as that, i'm afraid all hope is lost."

Y/n smirked as she stood up stretching her long legs as her white athenian dress tumbled down them. She flicked her long black hair back as she proceeded to head back inside. Leaving the young male in his place.

"The names Yanjun, Lin Yanjun." The young male shouted as he tried to catch up to her, smirking to himself.

'Fiesty' he thought.

As y/n dissappeared into the crowd, she collided into a taller handsome young man, which resulted in him spilling his drink down himself. Instantly bowing in apology, she recognised the laughter comming from him. Jackson Wang the host of the party and an aquaintance of y/n.

"No matter what event we attend, you always make me spill a drink princess." He laughed

"It's not my fault we always run into eachother....literally."

"Whose the unfortunate soul you're running from this time? You know you should loosen up, dance a little, flirt a little. As yixing always says. Balance!"

Y/n laughed as Jackson wiped off the spilt drink and smirked.

"Even better,i will help you out this time."

Jackson grabbed a hold of a the closest young man and dragged him into the conversation.

"This is Yanjun, Yanjun this is y/n. Now why don't you two play nice and get to know eachother."

Jackson winked at y/n and headed off to rejoin his group of friends. Y/N rolled her eyes as she evaluated the young male before her. She had to admit he was handsome standing at 181cm and having the most adorable dimples in his smile. However she knew what his type was like. The same as every good looking vampire.

Yanjun on the otherhand was mesmerised. He found it rare to find someone who was resistant to his charm. Usually all it took was a smile and the ladies would be begging to be in his embrace and find a quiet place alone. But this girl was different he didn't even know her name.

"I guess it's fate that we meet again angel."

Yanjun laughed showing off his dimples again. The most powerful weapon he had.

"What a honour for me.... no wait... what a unfortunate fate for me." She smirked.

"You can't tell me you haven't any interest in a face as handsome as this. One of a kind they say."

"Who said it was handsome?" She laughed.

Yanjun burned by y/n 's sassyness took a few minutes to re-compose himself before flashing that famous smile once again.

"Spicy, i like it. Seeing as my lines don't work you could atleast let me have this dance."

Yanjun bowed before y/n extending his right arm out.

"I guess I should do my good deed of the day."

Y/n laughed as she took ahold of the young silver foxes hand and blushed as he planted a kiss upon it.

"I warn you now, one dance with me and you will be mine forever." He smirked.

Yanjun lead her across the dance floor to a vacant space and placed his hand on her waist; sharply pulling her body close to his. Y/N let out a slight gasp as she wasn't prepared to be so close to him. Usually she danced at a distance, when she felt like indulging in some light socialising.

"See, your falling for me already."

Yanjun's dimples highlighted his adorable smile as he winked.

The couple gracefully made their way all across the dance floor, resulting in the occasional glance from various women. This made y/n very uncomfortable. She didn't like being in peoples attention and yet because of Yanjun she was getting noticed. She didn't even know much about him. He must be popular she thought. Yanjun picked up on the feeling and tried to distract y/n by telling someone of his famous cold jokes. Which indeed made her laugh slightly. Not because they were good but because they were that bad.

Before the dance could come to an end Yanjun was tapped on the shoulder by a taller male with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Y/N face lit up as she saw who had interrupted their dance,which resulted in some anger building up in Yanjun.

"May i cut in?" His voice was soft and silky

"KUN KUN"

y/n shouted as she let go of Yanjun and ran to hug embrace the familiar face. XuKun wrapped his arms tightly around the shorter female and laughed.

A/N this was some random idea i got in my head so i may continue. If you liked it please let me know.

Also Yanjun is my kryptonite OTL how can a human be so perfect in every way.. i'm just glad he's 2 years younger than me so i feel less awkward about my love for him xD altho Kun and Cheng are also my main biases. But i love all of 9%.... why am i old ㅠㅠ