#Wong Yukhei fanfiction

[orecana]

behind those walls.....

Lucas/wong yukhei x feminine male reader

(note: if you don't like feminine male reader or anything in this fic, please click off the fic.)

this was requested by a person i would to like to keep anonymous because the internet is cruel and i don't want that to happen to anyone as well. i'm finally back with another fic at least. i'm a bit too busy nowadays but i made time to write fics for you guys who keep supporting and reading them, which im grateful for btw. i hope you guys enjoy this one too!

lucas opens the door to his house, groaning in frustration as he puts his bag down onto a nearby chair as he sits on a sofa. he sighs before resting and shutting his eyes, attempting to doze off for a while.

"had a rough day? or did your hookups scatter away like the rats they are?"

hearing that annoying yet familiar voice makes him open his eyes again as he sits up straight and looks at them.

y/n was sipping his cup of tea wearing his white pajamas as he tilts his head at lucas as if he's asking for lucas to answer his earlier question.

lucas only groans another time as he was reminded of his failed hookup encounter. the girls all tried to hookup with him. even though he played along with them, they immediately left him when they saw the size they had to deal with, which is making him shake his head.

y/n listens carefully as he sips his cup of tea while leaning against the kitchen counter. lucas and y/n.........have a weird relationship. they met one day in school when lucas was going for a smoking session. y/n just straight up walked up to him and asked for a cigarette. lucas was hesitant at first but when he looked at y/n a bit closer at that time.

he was wearing the shirt of the school uniform but for the bottom part he was wearing a mid length black and red skirt paired with heels. he was still gesturing his hand towards lucas, asking for a cigarette as his other hand is on his vest.

lucas just tossed a cigarette to y/n who lights it up with a lighter hidden under his skirt. he stands near lucas and begins smoking as well.

lucas looks at y/n curiously as to why a person like him would be......... like this. he had almost thought gays would be annoying or stupid but from their encounter earlier, he can safely say that y/n is none of those. the way he carried himself and those enticing lips pressing itself into the cigarette.

"would you stop looking at me like a lovesick fool?"

lucas immediately noticed the sharp tongue the other got, but he didn't back down. throwing away his cigarette into a nearby garbage bin, he walks up to y/n and places his hands on both sides. y/n only looks up at lucas uninterested as he keeps smoking his cigarette. lucas leans in as he looks at y/n in the eyes.

y/n sighs as he takes out his cigarette and throwing it into a bin before he grabs lucas by his shirt, pulls him down and kisses him. they eventually found an empty and secluded classroom where they had sex. eventually this became a normal occurrence, lucas has a pretty high reputation for being the popular boy as well as a playboy who goes through girls like changing clothes. of course, some never work out and whenever that happens they would make out and have sex. no strings attached...............

y/n sighs again as he looks at lucas's face. it looks so hollow and so.....empty. even if it doesn't look like it, lucas and y/n have a close relationship. there are things that only they know about each other or things only they can tell about each other. just like now for instant, y/n knows that there is more to the story than a failed hookup. he knows lucas like the back of his hand, he would never get THIS upset over a failed hookup.

he puts his hand over lucas's chin and drags it to his face. lucas looks a bit surprised as if he didn't expect y/n to do this. y/n might be a girly fag or a disgusting disease or whatever the people call him, but that doesn't stop him from living life as he could.

"what's wrong lucas? even a braindead person could tell that you're not doing well"

lucas doesn't answer as he tries to pry y/n hands off of him with an annoyed face. y/n only sighs as he lets go of lucas's chin and goes to the kitchen so he could wash the cup. lucas follow him from behind, wanting to get something to eat. he looks at y/n calmly washing the cup he just drank from.

although lucas will never admit it out loud, he does find y/n pretty. his pretty face and those fluttery eyelashes and those (your eye color) eyes. lucas feels something rise up in his heart and he knew what it was. He denies it immediately though. he can't be............ he has a reputation to keep, he can't................

y/n places the cup into a cupboard before taking a glance at lucas who is currently mentally scolding himself. he looks away for a bit, feeling a bit of tears staining his eyes before he dries it with his fingers before going up and nudging lucas.

"come on, go to bed. we have school tmr."

lucas was about to protest but sees y/n gives him that "look" making him scared

"I said..............Go TO BED!"

"why are you at my house right now anyways?"

"because i can and i will bitch, now get your ass to bed before i make you."

"make me"

y/n only sighs and pulls out his hairclip before pushing a button on it. the hairclip increases in size a bit before a small needle appears from the clip. lucas felt a sweat drop down his face as y/n stares at him menacingly.

all you can hear in that moment is the sounds of lucas screaming and begging for mercy while y/n is just scolding and roasting the shit out of him.

the next day at school, lucas was going to school on his bike as usual when he looks at his right and saw y/n walking there with his earphones on. he never noticed it before but y/n features were even more prominent right now since he did some make up. his eyes looks even brighter that compliments his school uniform except this time he's wearing an extra long skirt.

lucas felt that feeling in his chest again as he tries to block it out and focus on getting to school. y/n could only notice that familiar bike as he sighs and walks a bit faster to school. a simple 'you fool' was the only thing he muttered as he also focus on getting to school as fast as possible.

lucas felt like he was on drugs or at least that what he felt like... he keeps noticing y/n's features that he didn't before and everytime he does it he felt that thing in his heart which he absolutely despises, he cannot feel like this. they were friends nothing more!

infuriated lucas decided to go to the club again after school, thinking that hooking up with people will lift up his mood, he walked into the club and looked around, searching for potential hookup. a girl approached him and he decided she would be that person as they made out and went into a room. he was ready to fuck the girl but.... he couldn't get erect. no matter how hard he tried and then... he remembered y/n's face. he was immediately erect which didn't sit well with him as he got frustrated again and left the room and the club entirely.

he storms into his house again in frustration as he marches towards his room. he sinks into his bed as he stares to the ceiling. he shouldn't feel like this at all! why changed?! why did he suddenly feel like this?

he groans and just showered, to possibly cooldown. after he was done, he puts on a sleeveless shirt and collapses onto the bed, unknowingly dreaming of y/n being next to him.

the next morning he rode his motor to school again but this time he didn't see y/n on the road, which was weird in his opinion. they leave home at almost the same time so lucas would have definitely noticed him. he has this itching feeling that something is gonna happen so he hurries to school.

the moment he parked his motor, he heard someone scream and the sound of an impact. quickly he rushed to the area and he saw y/n being knocked into a wall by a bunch of bullies. he was about to rush in but then y/n looked at his direction and secretly signals lucas to stay there before y/n kicks the bullies in the stomach one by one. the bullies fall to the ground, groaning in pain as y/n stomps the ground with his heels that made the ground below it breaks. the bullies were scared and ran.

lucas wanted to run up to y/n but y/n only looked his way one more time before he goes back into school, leaving lucas there to stare at him with a hurt heart.

after school ends, lucas was getting on his bike to go home today, before he heard a familiar voice.

"i haven't seen you go straight home after school in a while, lucas"

he turns back to see y/n standing there with his school uniform and heels. he looks at lucas with a look that lucas can't decipher. lucas felt that pang in his heart again..... it had became too much at this point. he tried to invite y/n to sit on the motor with him, but y/n was no where to be seen. he looked everywhere around him, but gave up after not seeing him at all and drove home, unaware of the pair of eyes that were watching him from behind the gardens.

2 months has past, lucas tried to date girls as he used to, but the lingering feeling of y/n always make him unable to continue dating those girls. he also slowly found himself accepting the deep feeling inside of him. y/n was the only person who knew the "real" him, who stayed and took care of him. lucas smile unconsciously as he leaves class again for the day and looks at his phone. his eyes widen at the date.

it's y/n's birthday today.

he actually got excited, for the first time in his life, he has something to look forward to. he drove his motor to go to the mall to get something for y/n, unaware of the approaching car because of his excitement.

y/n just got out of school after his dance classes ended when he heard a murmuring among the students. curious, he listened and he wished that he wouldn't have had to hear that.

"did you hear? lucas is in the hospital!!"

"he got into a traffic accident while going somewhere."

y/n skin crawled immediately after he heard that. he immediately dashed out of school before using his phone to both call the nearest taxi and to track down lucas's location. y/n was kinda protective of lucas even if he doesn't know it himself, he secretly placed a tracker on the earrings he bought for lucas on his birthday, one that lucas will always wear no matter what.

y/n rides the taxi as he looks at the tracking device on his phone and tells the driver the location of the hospital. he was sweating buckets, he cared for lucas very much, even if he never showed it.

"you fucking idiot!"

y/n finally arrives at the hospital as he hands over the amount of money the driver needed before running into the hospital. arriving in front of the desk, he asked for lucas's room number which the nurse provided as he rushed there immediately.

he pushes the door open and sees lucas on the bed. the monitor showing his heartbeat at a stable condition. sighing in relief, y/n sits down on one of the chair in the room as he watches lucas sleeping form.

call him terrible for thinking this, but he thinks that lucas getting into this accident was good for him maybe. lucas has been grumpy nowadays, it's good now that lucas is sleeping peacefully.

y/n holds lucas's hand as he continue to stare at lucas. y/n would never admit it out loud, but he is kinda proud to have taken care and fell for lucas. he was the only one who saw him for who he was.

lucas squirm as he felt pain all over his body and slowly open his eyes. he opens them as he takes in the white ceiling and the surroundings.

"finally awake?"

hearing that familiar voice, lucas looks at his left and saw y/n sitting on the chair, holding his hand. lucas couldn't help but smile seeing y/n.

"hey...."

y/n suddenly stands near his bed as lucas prepares for whatever is coming and closes his eyes, but he felt arms wrapping around him and a quiet sob. quickly, he wraps his arms around y/n as well as they just stay in that position for a good amount of time.

"visiting times are over!"

y/n sighs as he releases from lucas and looks at him in the eyes before giving lucas a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his bag and going to the door. lucas who was stunned by the sudden kiss, immediately shouts for y/n to stop.

"what are we now? that peck....wasn't like any of our previous ones"

y/n turns around and look at lucas dumbstruck face and only gives a smile. "whatever you want it to be" before going out of the door, leaving a dumbstruck lucas who can't stop smiling after hearing that.

(i know the ending kinda sucks but i think.......this suits their relationship. what comes after? .....you guys can fill in the blanks with what you want.)

[valvyu]

Love Tools — cover by me.

fanfic luwoo:

[sm-entertain-me]

Primadonna (M)

Contains: Wong Yukhei/Lucas x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), throatfucking, dom/sub themes, degradation, unprotected sex, anal sex, rough sex, hate sex, hair pulling, marking/biting kink, creampie... pretty much, Lucas is a kinky little shit.

Synopsis: Lucas was sick and tired of how you acted in a social setting. You were always so bitter and resentful to those who weren't in your annoyingly high social level, but he's determined to humble you... one way or another.

A/N: Hello lovelies! I am back from a much needed break. I recently turned twenty, started my junior year in college for accounting and business management, and earned a raise from work. And now I’m back with a vengeance. I apologize to all of those who made requests while I was away and I will try my best to fulfill those in my freetime, which is pretty limited now that classes have started back up. But that’s why I made this super long, smut filled fic about Lucas to make up for my absence. Hope you enjoy and thank you for your patience!

Oh how he hated the way your lips would turn up into a sly smile any time you saw someone of the lower social level go through any kind of turmoil, showing how much you liked to watch the less fortunate suffer. He hated the way you threw your head back whenever anybody who wasn’t considered “hot” tried to utter just one syllable in your general direction, letting them know you were too important to be seen with the likes of those who tried get by with the little popularity they had. Lucas really hated you.

But even though he hated you with almost every fiber of his being, he couldn’t help but love the way you would purposely bend over whenever you wore those short skirts, exposing the delicate lace of your very sultry undergarments. Of course, you would draw out the amount of time your undergarments were on display, purposely pushing your ass out so that your current flavor of the week could get his money’s worth being used purely for eye candy. The thoughts that ran through his head was anything but pure, but Lucas surely isn’t someone to be considered pure.

You on the other hand, tended to appreciate seeing Lucas’ dark eyes mold to the shape of your legs, leading his eyes upward to the swell of your ass before he licked his lips subconsciously. You didn’t know what you liked more about Lucas: his luscious lips that shined sinfully under the blinding lights of the hall, his bad boy persona that had all the girls dropping to their knees whenever he donned a sleeveless shirt with his trademarked leather jacket, or maybe it was his deep voice that caused a small but very significant patch of wetness to form on your panties every time he spoke. Either way, you liked what you saw despite the fact your social circles would never in a million years cross. He was this tall bad boy that hung out with all the skaters and potheads whereas you were the beautiful, preppy maneater who only talked to those who boosted your social status. Pure opposites.

So when you two found each other at a frat party, you didn’t exactly know what to do when you found yourself face to face with the one person who intimidated you to no end. Lucas was wearing that stupid leather jacket with a very pristine looking “V” on the back, showing his alliance to WayV, the university’s most prolific group of boys that had every father locking their doors and rushing their daughters away from view. You were wearing a fashionable off the shoulder crop top to show off your waist, coupled with some black ripped shorts, and a simple pair of Converse. Not usually something you wore out in public, but Lucas certainly wasn’t complaining as he shamelessly checked out your figure, him feeling a slight bulging sensation within his pants. Perhaps he could play along.

“I can’t believe that the most popular and bitchiest girl on campus can be bothered to stand in front of someone like me for more than fifteen seconds, I must be special,” Lucas commented sarcastically as a sinful smirk lined his face, only to disappear from view whenever he took a sip from the mystery liquid in his solo cup. “Is that right princess? Or do you think it’s a huge mistake mingling with someone who isn’t within your obnoxiously high social status?”

After Lucas’ statement, you began to realize why your social circles are not supposed to mix, clearly offended by how crass he was being to someone as important as you. “First of all,” You started, placing your hands on your hips as you stepped forward to show you were neither impressed nor afraid of him. “I’m not this fucking primadonna everyone else has me out to be, so stop acting like I treat every person I meet like scum. And second, you’re not all that high and mighty either pal, so do us all a favor and stop playing into this super sexy bad boy role that you’re so invested in… And don’t call me princess!”

Lucas looked rather bored of you by the way he crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at you with an overwhelming amount of apathy, even taking it so far as to yawn when you spoke. Yet still, a small smirk rested on his face from earlier as he leaned his torso down so his eyes were level with yours, adding to the patronizing atmosphere that surrounded him. “Oh?” Lucas asked as his eyebrows rose, acting like your outburst was significant to him. “You’re not? Huh, interesting. Never thought you would be such a bad liar. And if you don’t want me calling you princess… Should I call you babygirl instead?”

The way his pet name rolled off his tongue sounded like it belonged there, the simple name causing you to feel uneasy. Uneasy meaning that there was definitely a wet patch starting to form on the delicate lace of your thong, your walls clenching around nothing instead of clenching around something of Lucas’. Even though the sight of Lucas made your blood boil because of how cocky he is, he damn sure knew how to get your knees to buckle. The worst part about it though was that Lucas knew he had this effect on you, but he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to expose it. Like now.

“Babygirl, you gotta tell me what you want,” Lucas cooed as his whole frame relaxed, opting to step forward and capture your face at the space between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were focused on your facial features, seeing what he could do test your resolve and smirking when he realized you were completely under his spell. That’s when Lucas leaned forward as if to kiss you, but instead trailed his luscious lips along the thin skin of your ear, whispering sexily, “You know these other guys can’t satisfy you the way I can. I’m going to fuck you like the little whore you are and you’re going to love every minute of it. Come on.”

You were always a sucker for a dominant personality, something Lucas knew from the way you melted into his frame when he got you back home and ravaged your neck with his soft lips, careful to pick and choose which spot on your neck was deemed worthy of a well placed bite. Any time Lucas bit down on your neck, you would give a little yelp of surprise to which Lucas would bite harder, desperate to hear your pleas. This was the only time Lucas would ever get to show you how much he hated you; with the most amazing hate sex he could ever think of.

After Lucas was satisfied with the abhorrent shades of red littering your neck and how bruised your lips were from his rough but completely intoxicating kisses, he threw you on his bed and smirked down at you. He was proud he was able to break you down to something so vulnerable and needy for him, licking his lips as his eyes ghosted over your barely covered figure. “Strip for me,” Lucas commanded as he stood at the foot of his bed, his eyes never faltering from yours to show the intensity he held in those cold, brown orbs. Something told you that you didn’t want Lucas have to tell you twice.

Carefully, you grabbed the bottom of your crop top and lifted it high above your head, exposing the eyelash lace of your barely there bra. You took this opportunity to look up at Lucas for permission to keep going, earning a slow nod from him as his hand cupped around his manhood, palming his already significant erection in the confines of his ripped jeans. Your hands then found the top of your shorts, unbuttoning the fabric and sliding it down your thighs until they were at your ankles, laying almost bare for Lucas. But just as you were about to take your panties off, Lucas quickly stopped you by lunging at you and grabbing your wrists to hold them firmly in his hands.

“Hold on babygirl, let’s not go too fast. I want to play with you a little longer,” Lucas remarked, towering over your figure to make you seem completely submissive to him. Before you could respond to his comment, Lucas was already on top of you, settling in between your thighs and glancing down at the prominent bulge in his pants. He then took his eyes to your laced thong, smirking to himself before scooting his body down so his lips were millimeters away from your clothed pussy.

“These won’t do,” Lucas grumbled, mostly to himself. Slowly, you watched as Lucas dipped his head down, pressing a kiss against your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked up subconsciously, quickly shunted by Lucas pushing his hands down on your hips to keep you still while he glared into your eyes. Nodding quickly at Lucas to prove you wouldn’t do it again, Lucas continued to toy around with you and your aroused state. His lips went from pressing against your engorged clit to sucking on the skin above your hipbones, smirking along the skin any time he heard your mewls for him and only him. He was having too much fun with this.

Lucas’ teeth captured the band of your thong, pulling the flimsy fabric down just enough to reveal your embarrassingly drenched pussy to him. “Oh babygirl,” Lucas moaned out as his eyes focused on a small flush of liquid running down your slit. “Already so wet and eager for me… But you’re not getting rewarded for being dripping like some fucking whore off the street. You’re going to work for it.”

Without so much as a word of warning, Lucas plunged his tongue deep into your walls. A small squeal fell from your lips as your pussy was being licked and prodded by Lucas and his talented tongue, but never going to the place you needed him most. While Lucas was working wonders by eating you out like you were his last meal, he purposely neglected your screaming clit, knowing you would get fussy. And just as you were about to lean down and place your finger on your clit to give it some kind of attention, your movements were halted as Lucas grabbed each of your wrists and pinned them next to your hips. He said nothing to you as he threw your legs over his shoulders, pushing his whole face in between your legs to the point his nose was poking against your clit with every ministration he performed on your sopping hole. Oh god you were close.

But Lucas knew this too by the way he could feel your walls clenching around his talented muscle, pulling himself out of you while you whined in protest. All he did was smirk at you as he wiped your juices off of his face, looking down at you disappointingly, “You think you get to cum before I do? Oh no, my sluts wait for me to cum and wait their turn. You’ll be lucky if I even let you cum at all considering you’re the worst of them all. Now get over here and suck me off before I shove it down your fucking throat for you.”

His words were so demeaning but so sensual at the same time as you couldn’t help but nod at him, ultimately switching places with him. Lucas now sat at the head of the bed, still fully clothed with the exception of his leather jacket that now lies on a chair adjacent to the bed. You could tell by the way he was sitting that he was expecting you to undress him, not letting him lift a finger for you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting for very much longer, you joined Lucas on the bed and rested your body in between his sprawled out legs, your eyes focusing on the tent that was standing proudly in Lucas’ pants. That damn smirk was still on Lucas’ face as he watched your hands work at his belt and zipper, undoing the necessary buckles until you were face to face with Lucas’ cock, completely hard and dripping with precum. You watched as a thin drop of Lucas’ precum slide down his shaft at a painfully slow rate, making his already beautiful cock look that much more appealing. Now you really hated him.

Once Lucas threw all of the unnecessary clothing off of the bed so that he was completely bare for you, you slowly took his cock in your hands, making sure to smear precum all along his shaft as more began to spew out of his slit. Your wrist worked wonders on Lucas as you twisted your hand in all the right places, working him to his full length before he impatiently grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you so that your face was inches away from his. “I said to suck me off, not give me a pathetic handjob,” Lucas snarled as he kept his fingers laced through your hair, pulling your face down forcefully to shove his cock into your throat.

You gagged upon impact as Lucas shoved his cock so far into your mouth that it already nudged the back of your throat, tears starting to prick your eyes from the intensity of his movements on your scalp. Lucas was already disappointed in your ability to follow directions, meaning he wouldn’t let you take control in anything. Both of his hands laced their way through your hair as he constantly pushed your head down, ultimately using your throat for anything he wanted. And you just sat there, taking all the abuse Lucas had to offer while simultaneously trying to focus on not throwing up on his cock. That would really make him mad.

The torture on your throat went on for what seemed like forever, but it was probably just five minutes. Lucas was clearly enjoying using your throat as a toy given the way he threw his head back against the headboard, his eyes shut tight while his eyebrows knitted together. A flurry of curse words could be heard falling from his lips the longer he abused your throat, pushing you all the way down on his cock to the point your nose would smack against his pubic bone. If you thought the depth as bad, the speed at which he threw you down on his cock was worse, barely allowing you to recover from the next harsh thrust into your mouth.

As Lucas was nearing his climax from abusing your throat, he finally pulled you off his cock, holding your face in front of him to admire what he had done to you. Your eyes were red and swollen from the number of tears that fell thanks to your gag reflex, there was saliva mixed with Lucas’ bodily fluids covering your lips and corners of your mouth, and your face was pretty red. Even though you looked like a fucked-out mess, Lucas thought you were the sexiest thing on the planet as he moved quickly to get you underneath him, placing tender kisses along your neck as if to apologize.

“Johnny was right; you do have the softest lips,” Lucas muttered into your neck in reference to your lips being around his cock just seconds prior, still working at getting you back to normal before he would continue with the hate sex he had been saving for you for months on end. “But now I have to destroy that perfect little ass of yours.”

That came as a surprise to you considering you’ve never done anal before, something that was apparent by the look on your face as you looked up at Lucas with what could be described as fear. You’ve heard many horror stories related to anal, which is why you chose not to do it… But it’s not something you were against doing with Lucas if that’s what he wanted of you. You would do anything for him given how desperate you are for him.

In a matter of seconds, Lucas had you on your hands and knees on the bed, admiring everything he had on display for him. He never thought he would be able to have you on all fours, dripping wet for him and only him as he prepared to wreck you. Although you couldn’t see his face given you were facing away from him, you could only imagine the way Lucas was biting his lip as he bent every way he could to see your ass in all of its glory before he destroyed it.

You could feel the bed move slightly as Lucas’ thighs rubbed against the back of yours, telling you he was ready to shove himself deep inside of you. His hand reached out and rubbed your back lightly while the other one, coated with lube, rubbed all around your hole and pushed inside of you to test your resolve. You couldn’t deny it was an interesting feeling, Lucas’ finger thrusting inside of your ass lazily while his other hand massaged any apprehension and fear away slowly. Then you could feel him lean forward to have his lips ghost your ear, whispering in your ear huskily, “You didn’t think I would fuck your pathetic pussy that’s had at least twenty guys in it, did you? No, babygirl. I’m going to be the only one to fuck your ass from here on out, understand? Now be a good girl and take it.”

Without another word of warning, the hand that was previously giving you one of the most relaxing massages was now pushing down in between your shoulder blades to force your face and torso flat against the pillow, allowing Lucas more access to your ass. You could feel the generous amount of lube on Lucas’ cock as he toyed with your hole, running the tip of his cock along your hole before he gripped your right hip and slid himself in slowly, earning a gasp from you. The stretch was painful at first considering no one has ever fucked you in the ass before, but you didn’t have any time to complain as Lucas quickly pulled his hips back only to ram them back against your ass to push his cock all the way inside of you.

“Oh god, you’re so tight,” Lucas groaned as he threw his head back from feeling you clench around him, sucking him back in whenever he pulled back too far. He then continued to thrust deep inside of you, ordering you to bite the pillow whenever you felt some kind of pain because he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. But you didn’t want him to either because you were feeling so good, loving the way Lucas’ cock pierced deep inside you and you being able to feel every single vein and twitch of his cock.

This went on for a few more minutes: your hands gripping the edge of the bed to stabilize yourself as Lucas leaned forward and thrust deep inside of you, Lucas yelling out curse words with every thrust, his hands now on either side of your hips gripping a handful of the sheets below to keep himself together, and the sound of Lucas’ hips ramming against you. Everything about this moment was euphoric for the both of you as you could feel yourself beginning to lose yourself in the throes of passion.

“Fuck, babygirl. I’m so close,” Lucas grunted through his gritted teeth as he looked down at the space where you two became one, completely enthralled by the sight of Lucas’ lube coated cock ramming deep inside of you and loving all the sounds you made in reaction to his harsh thrusts. Lucas then reached down to grab some of your hair, leaning himself back and yanking you upwards to expose your mouth and neck to him, capturing both with his lips. His kisses on your lips were soft but the bites he delivered to your neck were filled with carnal desire as he was determined to make every inch of your neck covered in bruises to be displayed to all of your other suitors. He wanted them to know that he was the one giving you the most pleasurable experience of your life and that none of them could ever compete with him if they tried. He marked you as his and only his.

“Lucas!” You cried out in sheer pleasure as the knot in your stomach finally burst from all the feelings of pleasure coursing through your veins, screaming out in painful pleasure as your back arched against Lucas and everything clenched together tightly to signal you were cumming. Your body didn’t know what to do with the amount of pleasure, causing you to be on the brink of losing consciousness as Lucas pushed through, trying to chase your high with his so you could remember the feeling of his cum filling you up. And you were granted this feeling as Lucas gave you two deep strokes, falling apart inside of you as he came inside of you, filling you up so much that his cum spilled out of you with him still inside of you and began to drip down your legs.

None of you were in any shape to move, Lucas becoming so exhausted from the energy he put into giving you the best hate sex he could ever think of as he slumped against your back, you feeling the sweat on his body and the warmth of his skin against yours. You just laid underneath him, not caring that there was cum spilling out of you and running down your legs to connect with the sheets below you. After all, it wasn’t your house, and these were not your sheets. This was Lucas’ problem, not yours. But you figured he didn’t care as he pulled out of you slowly and went right to laying next to you, hie breathing still heavy.

After about a minute of silence, Lucas turned to look over at you, still on your stomach and still gripping the sheets in your hand. He was kind of proud of himself and how he was able to make you feel so much pleasure in one session, smirking to himself as he continued to look in your direction, “You did great, by the way. Sorry I got kind of carried away.”

“Don’t be,” You grumbled into the pillow, unable to pick your head up and look at him properly. “I’ll be ready for round two in about ten minutes.”

[kihuix]

something new ⤖ w.l.

⤖ you’ve always liked lucas. but when him and his roommate decide to battle for your affection, you start to wonder who it is you really feel yourself falling for, and who might actually like you for more than his own bragging rights.          ↳ sns!au; college au ⤖ warnings: cursing

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[jameui]

HAPPIER WITH YOU ('ANGEL' SEQUEL)

Requested

PAIRING: Wong Yukhei x M!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Angst, Smut

WARNING: Profanities, dumbification, I don't know how being in a coma feels and what happens when the patient wakes up

SUMMARY: Lucas couldn't move on from your sudden passing away, so reminiscing the moments he had with yiu was his only last resort.

LEGEND:

FLASHBACK

LUCAS' THOUGHTS

"Sunbae!" You called out to the senior, retreating your smile the moment his head turned to look at you with such a dull and empty expression, either way it looked like he didn't acknowledge your presence at all.

On the other hand, everyone was surprised upon seeing how Lucas was treating you a little bit kinder than before when he'd actually punch you in the stomach if he ever caught sight of you trying to get his attention. It wasn't everyday for the other students to see Lucas walking around the campus with you beside him. It was quite a shock to them, but nonetheless felt less bothered by it. They had no reason to associate with Lucas anymore.

Lucas sighed while closing his locker as he took a book from out of it. He exhaled through his nose and crossed his arms looking down at your smaller stature. You nervously glance up at him, it all happening in just a flash since you feared what would happen if you stared any longer. Lucas rolled his eye, his greatly wounded left eye patched up pretty lazily. "Do you intend on just standing there or do you actually plan on changing these gauzes on my face? It's starting itch."

You widened your eyes at him and finally was face to face with him, all your fear gone, now replaced with worry and disappointment. "You didn't change the bandages last night, did you?" You tut your tongue and took his wrist, your small hand barely fitting around them. "I told you to change them before you go to sleep." You nagged, Lucas only replying with a roll of his eyes while letting himself get dragged by you.

"I got too lazy once I placed myself down on the bed." Lucas confessed you only huffing out in frustration.

"Lu—Yukhei-sunbae, you need to look out for yourself, too. What will happen if I'm gone?" You scolded him, earning a silence from Lucas who wasn't bothered to give you anything in reply. You didn't know how stubborn as a donkey Lucas can get and now that you're experiencing it first hand, your only thought was how it's so hard to get Lucas to listen to you. He always dodges every question you threw at him and didn't heed your warnings and instructions. It's frustrating for you to see Lucas being so hard-headed, but you were determined to help the older male, so maybe you found his stubbornness a good opportunity to use as a reason to get close to Lucas.

As you got busy with the swirling thoughts in your head, you almost walked right over the chance to hear Lucas saying your name. "M/n." Your head whipped up towards him with an expression that held all your shock and surprise. "Don't make it a big deal. I just wanted to tell you that we're in the clinic already." Flickering your eyes away from him you nodded your head at him and turned away, not until Lucas spoke once again. "Just call me Lucas. I think it'd be better that way since I know I won't be able to get rid of you anytime now."

And just like that, you became the happiest person in the world, as you liked to describe it. That was also the first time I got to know how forgetfull yoh were as a person. I keep telling you so many time to just call me by my name, but I guess you were just scared with what I would do with you.

"Lucas!" You bent your body down hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breathe from practically trying to chase after Lucas when you insisted on joining him on his morning jog. You put a hand to your chest breathing heavily, looking like a panting dog.

Lucas jogged his way back to you with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. As he got to you, he jogged in place and decided to mock you. "Tired? Told you my routine wasn't that easy." Lucas chuckled with his deep voice, you looking up at him. Lucas tuts his tongue and began to finish another lap. "Come on, we're near the last lap."

You nodded your head and got back to jogging once again, until you positioned your foot incorrectly as you did causing you to sprain your ankle you wincing and groaning painfully whilst you fell to the ground. Lucas was still yet to notice the extreme pain you were in until he heard a more louder groan. He turned his back around and saw that you were trying to massage the part of the ankle that was causing you to be in such a pained state, only for you to hiss from how immense it felt and tears flowed down your eyes.

Lucas worriedly ran back just to check on you. He knelt to the ground on one knee, one hand placed on your shoulder as he tried to calm you down. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked you trying to look for the reason why you were crying.

"M-my ankle.. I... Fuck! It hurts!" You cried out with you pushing your head back in attempt to ease the pain on in your ankle. "I think I sprained my ankle."

"Oh, come on, don't be too dramatic." Lucas tuts his tongue again and moved his hand to hold the cause of your pain, letting go immediately as if he touched something very hot when he heard you wince. "You are such a clumsy baby." Lucas rolled his eyes before he turned his back at you and he gestured for you to get on his back. You were confused at first with what he was doing. You thought he was doing something funny, but by the time he told you to get on, you were struck with realization and nodded your head shyly as you rode his back, him holding behind the pit of your knees to secure you and made sure you don't fall. "Hold on tight." He instructed.

"Alright." You muttered and complied, but you barely held onto his shoulder that got the older male raising a brow.

"What are you doing?" He asked you.

You looked at him, then back to your hands and smiled awkwardly. "Uh... holding onto you?"

Lucas gave you another eye roll for the nth time before he retracted one of his arms so he could reposition the way you held onto him. He made it so that your hands were past his shoulders, seemingly hugging him. "If you were to hold on like that, you'd easily fall off." He huffs and called you a moron under his breathe that was inaudible to you.

The older male was forced to stop in the middle of finishing his morning routine because he had to take a specific clumsy male to the nearest clinic, if you two were lucky to find any.

Fortunately, the place where he usually exercised had established a clinic nearby, considering that it was a high demand among people who went to exercise at the said place.

"Good morning." The clinic nurse greeted the both of you as Lucas led you to a chair so you could take a seat. "What brings you both boys here? Broken ankle?" He asked you politely with a smile on his face.

"Ah, yes, actually." You replied shyly, before Lucas placed you down on one of the beds that was inside the clinic. The nurse patched you up a short moment after, Lucas having to give you a piggyback ride on your way home.

That was then when Lucas realized he didn't know where you lived. "Uh, where...?"

"Oh, uhm, just... uhmm.." You thought for a very long time trying so hard to remember you street location.

"Seriously? You don't even know where your location is?" Lucas said in disbelief. He knew that you could get a little stupid at times, but he didn't know you could get this stupid.

"Well, how am I supposed to know it would come in handy? I can't even memorize a math formula, do you think my street location would be any different?" You almost yelled into his ear, the fact that you were on his back that didn't change that you were practically yelling into his ear with how much close you are to it.

Finally, Lucas decided to just let you into his house for this one time since it was the closest and you were getting really heavier in every passing minute. You were sat at one of the couches inside the place and wondered how the house looked very simple and common. Not very usual for Lucas, you thought. "I love your house."

"Yeah? This was all I could afford with all my monthly allowances. Guess it really paid off." Lucas stated which got you widening your eyes.

"You bought this house yourself?" You exclaimed in total shock. Lucas nodded his head as he fills the glass cups with water for you two to drink. "Shut up! Oh my god, that's amazing!" You said and continued to blabber how much you wanted to have a house of your own and design it with every pastel colored designs you could ever think of. You really loved anything that's pleasing to the eyes, so maybe that's one of the reasons why you fell for Lucas, though his personality isn't that quite pleasing.

You know, M/n, I may have lied to you in some certain instances, but there was this one time where I told you the only truth.

"WHAT?!" You exclaimed from the confession Lucas told you that got him flinching in return. "No way! THE Wong Yukhei is still a virgin? Who would have thought?"

"Didn't you?" Lucas asked you a little too shy as his face turned beet red from embarrassment.

You weren't able to miss out on the blushing mess you made of Lucas whilst he tried so hard to cover the redness on his face. "Aw~ Don't worry, Lucas. I am one of those still owning their V-cards. You don't have to be so shy." You chuckled instinctively ruffling the male's head, fianlly able to reach them since you both were seated on Lucas' bed. "Also, I did wish you were still a virgin and didn't actually think it would come true, that was my bad, since I always heard you went out and hooked up with anyone you met." You said and shrugged your shoulders.

"First off, hooking up with strangers is a big no-no. The fuck do I look like, a porn star?" Lucas joked, you making a face that said that he did look like one. Lucas rolled his eyes and groaned, deciding to continue. "Second, I may be that jerk of a person, but I always thought that my first would be with someone precious to me and me to them, too." The moment those words fell off his lips, all that he could do was to blush even harder.

"Lucas, why do you keep turning red?" You chuckled, slightly punching the older male on the shoulder. You found it cute, though. It's not everyday you get to see this side of Lucas and looking at it first hand you can't help yourself, but coo mentally at the way he looked. "But, if it makes you feel any better the color red suits you well. It's cute."

"I.." Lucas tried to retort, but when his attention fell upon your genuine look and innocent-looking eyes, all he could think of was how gorgeous they were and how they sparkled like million of stars inhabited them. "S-stop." Lucas mumbled, one hand over his mouth as though it would cover up the rising crimson color on his face.

You tilted your head to the side with a smile adorning your beautiful features as you giggled and was in disbelief that Lucas didn't know how to handle the compliment. "Lucas, you look like your about to explode."

Lucas snaps his head at you with a small glare, that got you laughing. "Hey! This is all your fault! You can't just blurt out anything that comes to your head and expect that the person will actually feel good about it."

"Don't you?" You teased him even further with a smirk on your face.

Lucas only knitted his brows more and looked away from you before he got up from the bed. "I'll be sleeping outside." Lucas informed you, causing your face to frown in concern.

"What? Then, where will you sleep?" You asked him while he let his fingers ran through his hair and sighed, thinking.

"I'll figure it out." Lucas answered you and was about to leave when you made him do otherwise.

"This is your home, Lucas. You can sleep on your bed." You said patting the space beside you, Lucas raising a brow at you.

He crossed his arms and looked at you with those cold eyes. "Then, where will you sleep?" He asked you, a little bit worried.

You smiled. "Right beside you." You told Lucas as the male rolled his eyes immediately turning the lights off so you wouldn't be able to see another blush forming on his cheeks.

He then made his way towards the other side of the bed as you looked at him with a very wide smile that seemed to creep him out a little, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind the company. It always gets pretty quiet and lonely when you just live all by yourself and with no one else to talk to, except a pet dog who only barked in reply, which you adored really much.

"Don't do anything stupid." Lucas pointed at you with a stern look as he placed himself beside you, settling inside the blankets to make himself feel comfortable. You finally closed the night lamp Lucas owned, when you felt Lucas grip your hand. It was tight and it seemed like he was shaking.

"Lucas? What's wrong?" You turned to look at his side and heard that he was mumbling a few words that you couldn't make out. "Lucas, are you okay?" He didn't answer you, so you decided to open the night lamp and Lucas slowly sat up on the bed and looked at you. "You're scaring me a little, Lucas. Is there something—"

"I'm scared of the dark." Lucas admitted and sighed, covering his face with both of his hands. "So, please don't turn off the light."

You smiled and nodded your head in understanding. "Okay. I won't." You replied before you two went to sleep and rode a train to dreamland.

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"Ugh, f-fuck. M/n." Lucas cursed under his breathe, an airy moan moving past his lips. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as they flowed down his neck, his attention all on you as you let him sink his erection further down your mouth, you taking in everything effortlessly. "A-are you okay, M/n?" Concerned, Lucas asked you with a small stutter in between pleasured huffs.

You answered him with a nod and a hum, even the little vibrations made by your mouth sent an unfamiliar sensation towards Lucas' manhood, a groan coming out of him. "Fuck, that felt good." Lucas chuckled deeply as you let your eyes stare up at the male who was already looking down at you, his fingers playing with your hair before he entangles them with his fingers and made an experimental thrust to see if you were fine.

He felt a tap on his thighs gesturing that you were alright as he finally bottomed out, him sighing in pure bliss. "Shit. M/n your mouth feels so good." Lucas said, you wanting to make him feel better, started to bob your head up and down taking all of him everytime, his tip reaching further down your throat. "Ah~ Damn it, M/n. I'm not gonna hold back." Lucas stated, before both of his hands was placed at the back of your head and thrusted into you at his own pace, your eyes widening in shock, but you didn't pull away or resisted, the way he thrusted into your mouth, it felt good.

"Fuck, fuck." Lucas moaned feeling himself fall into a very euphoric state. "Bet you're thanking my wonderful morning wood, since you get to do all this with me, huh?" Lucas talked you down, nonetheless you felt your own cock twitch at his wild guess which was extremely correct, that you feared he could read minds. "Haa..." Lucas sighed once more, his thrust getting more erratic with your eyes moving to the back of your head while drool formed on your lips.

All you could ever think of right now was how you wanted to submit to Lucas. All yourself. You wanted to give it to him, as though he was your god and all you could do was offer yourself to him as a sacrifice. You wanted Lucas to fuck your mouth until your throat felt sore and turn hoarse once he's finished. Heck, you would even give up anything just to be fully dominated by him. ANYTHING!

As Lucas moaned and thrusted, you hummed and swallowed making your throat tighten around the male's cock that elicited a loud groan from the male, fastening his pace even more, giving you no time to adjust. You could only let yourself hold on to the male's muscular legs, your eyes went up to look at the satisfied male only to see his head pulled back from so much pleasure he received from you. A few seconds and Lucas had dropped his eye down to you, your tear-filled eyes only turning him on more as you felt him grow bigger in size inside your mouth. "FUCK!" Lucas screamed, before he gritted his teeth, tightening his hold on your head (not too much to hurt you), speeding up his movements.

You slurped and twirled your tongue around his thick girth, your mouth being filled over and over again with every thrust Lucas sent your mouth. "Hmm~ Are you feeling good, too, M/n?" You nodded your head in return, but it wasn't too visible considering that Lucas had his full control on your head and he was fucking your mouth at such an inhumane speed you'd think he was a beast. "FUCK!" Lucas cursed a little too loud, you knowing for sure the people outside, specifically his neighbors could hear him.

You continued to suck and lick his full length that was abusing your mouth as if it was a huge lollipop you loved so much. Lucas sped up even more, groaning as he felt a coil in his stomach that told him his climax was near. "Fuck, M-M/n. I'm gonna cum." Lucas said and opted to pull out from your mouth, but when he did you only pushed your head forward forcing Lucas' dick to get buried inside your mouth as Lucas let out a loud howl and proud chuckle. "You want a taste of my milk, M/n? Then, fucking take it, angel." Lucas thrusted into your mouth a few more times before releasing his seeds into your mouth with his cock deep inside, you taking and swallowing everything not letting a small drop go to waste.

Lucas panted and looked down at you, caressing your face. "Are.. you alright, M/n?" Lucas asked you before he pulled himself out of your mouth, fixing himself up.

"Y-yeah." You chuckled, wiping your mouth from the drool that was dripping down your mouth. "Didn't actually think you'd go so hard on me on my first time."

Lucas widened his eyes upon his realization. "Fuck, oh my goodness, I'm so sorry—"

"Angel." You said, which made Lucas feel confused. "You called me angel. Call me that again."

"What? No, I didn't." Lucas denied very much quickly and crossed his arms. "It was just... uhm.. yeah."

"You know, I actually liked the way you were worried about me in my situation. I liked how you cared for me." You commented that got Lucas scoffing and walked off.

And that was the start where I actually started calling you the nickname I gave you. Ironic, isn't it? We had done something forbidden, yet I call you 'angel' which was a total opposite to what we had done. I didn't really think you'd become the precious person in my life that would.. well, do all those things with me.

"L-Lucas, faster." You didn't believe those words would leave your lips, but the moment Lucas had thrusted enough inside your puckered hole to make you feel so much pleasure, you couldn't think straight anymore. All you wanted was to make yourself and Lucas to feel good. "Harder, ah!"

Lucas complied to your request in such a haste as soon as he heard the words that slipped past your tongue. "Shit, angel. I want to fuck you until the sun rises. You feel so fucking good around my cock." Lucas snapped his hips forward, accentuating every words with a thrust on his last sentence. Lucas chuckled, his wet hair, caused by his sweat, being pushed back with his fingers before he leaned his body forward to whisper into your ear. "How about that?"

"Do it, Lucas. Fuck me 'til I don't remember my name anymore. Fuck me stupid—AAH! YES, YES!" You moaned and smiled lewdly your jaw falling open with your tongue rolled out of your mouth, as you felt Lucas start to violate the inside of your tight velvety walls at such an alarming pace you can't even process anything that's happening in your head.

"FUCK!" Lucas chuckled, his voice dropping an octave deeper as he continued to harshly hammer his dick inside your now abused hole. "I like the way your hole is being stretched by my dick." Lucas smirked, as he thrusted in you at high speed, you arching your back when you felt yourself climax on his bed for the seventh time already. Without stopping his movements, he decided to tease you. "Cumming? Again? Well, as expected from you."

You held onto his hand that was tightly gripping your waist, the older male stopping for a moment. "L-Lucas.. Lucas.." You panted. "Y-you're going too fast.. slow do—AAH! LUCAS! TOO MUCH! FUCK!" Lucas did promise he'd listen to every word you say and would not intend to hurt you, but just when he felt himself draw near to his climax, you ask him to slow down? That's no way to respect someone older.

"Remember what you said, M/n. This whole thing is on you." Lucas smirked and went to start his thrusts again, the overstimulation too much for you too handle as you felt yourself grow dumb and only felt the pleasure, your head now left empty, except the thought of Lucas monstrously shoving his almost beast-sized girth inside of you over and over again, not even stopping for a break. Lucas whistled from the pleasure and laughed at how you were wrapped around his fingers when such activities like this happened between you two. "Damn! Angel, your walls are perfectly clenching around me. Are you cumming, again?"

You whimpered, caught red-handed as you nod your head. "Y-yes. M'sorry, Lucas." You said, with all the strength left in you, your energy all being drained since almost an hour ago. You wondered how much stamina Lucas had. He hadn't even released yet. "A-are you near yet, L-Lucas? I f-feel tired.."

Lucas tuts his tongue a couple of times as though to show you his genuine concern, but in full reality he was just doing it for display. He turned your body around, so your back was laying against the sheets of Lucas' bed, before he pulled you up, repositioning both of you so that he'd be the one sitting on the bed while you sat on top of him. As he pulled you down, you felt his cock move even deeper inside you, you whimpering in pleasure as you held onto Lucas' shoulder. "The safe word, angel." Lucas reminded you only for you to shake your head in reply and almost immediately Lucas went and screwed his thick rod inside of you at a speed you couldn't even comprehend.

You let out loud moans, the only name coming out of your mouth was the male's name who was making you feel so good inside you. "Lucas, Lucas! Feels.. goood~ AH!" Skin slapping, loud groans and high-pitched moans coming from the two of you echoed through the walls of the room, you starting to turn into jelly just by having your prostate get stimulated repeatedly with every vigorous thrust Lucas sent.

You looked down at your stomach to see the tip of Lucas' huge cock poking from inside you. You hesitantly moved your hand to place your hand over the bulge on your abdomen, Lucas groaning at the contact. "I can-ah feel you-ah so deep-ah inside me." You could feel Lucas rearranging your inside with every stab of his dick inside your glory hole.

Lucas growled, his thrust getting more erratic while he chased his high. "I'm about to cum, M/n. Will you take it all for me, angel?"

"Yes, yes! Cum inside me, make me pregnant!" You screamed without thinking straight, only leading Lucas closer to his climax.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Lucas, then thrusted a few more times before he released inside of you. The hot, thick liquid filling you up. Lucas let himself take a few more minutes to marvel at your warm insides with his cock still buried deep inside you, while Lucas' naked body held you close to him in a warm hug. "You did great, angel." Lucas told you before he placed a kiss on top of your head.

You smiled as you snuggled closer to him, unconsciously letting the male's cock dig deeper inside you as he groaned. While your head was still laid on his head, you blinked your eyes several times with Lucas' arms still wrapped around you, you looked up at the male your smile disappearing instantly when you felt Lucas' cock harden at the action. "No, Lucas."

"Safe word, angel." Lucas smirked and with lust filled eyes, looked down at you.

And after you couldn't let yourself say the only word that could help you get out of the situation mainly because you liked the way he was rough with you, you two lasted for three more rounds until you finally fell asleep in the arms of the older male. Lucas watched you lovingly with a smile on his face, clearing your face with the hair strands that stuck to your forehead from the sweat by pushing them to the side gently, careful not to wake you up.

I didn't have to deny it. It was as clear as day to me, that I had already fell for you. Not only because of that reason, but because you really did love me even when you saw every flaws I had. You stuck by my side, even to the point where you'd let yourself get into a fight just to protect me. I'm sorry, I didn't get to apologize to you personally, but if you can hear me, I wish you'd forgive me for seeing how much your worth was to me so late.

"Lucas, you don't sweep the floor like that. Here, let me show you."

"HYUNG! Jungwoo is teasing me, again!"

"Lucas, ugh! Fuck—" Oh, not that one.

"Hyung, bring Hyuhui (Lucas' pet dog in this story) to school tomorrow! It's a pet show and I think she'll win."

"Lucas, hyung, Lucas, hyung, Lucas, hyung." You gasp and turned to look at him. "Or daddy?"

"Lucas, there's nothing to be so scared in the dark. Take my hand, I'll protect you. I'll be like your guardian angel."

"You do not talk ill of Lucas when I'm around. I tell you, you do not!" That was the first time I got so proud of you because you courageously punched that kid.

"Lucas, let's dye out hair. I call dibs on pink!"

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"Who would have known that that day would have been our last to see each other?" Lucas held back his tears, trying so hard not to cry in front of a gravestone. But how can't he? He was imagining that he was talking to you, that you were here listening to him. If you were here, you'd immediately tell him to stop crying and give him a hug that would only induce more tears to fall from his eyes.

"A-Also, Jungwoo has already someone he is happy to be with." Lucas continued, talking to the air as he felt a light breeze gently blanket over him. "I'm now one of the successful CEOs under the music industry." He chuckled. "Remember, when you said you wanted to be my first artist? Because, I..." His voice cracked, breathe hitching from the memory. "Because I did."

"I guess, I was just happier when I'm with you, angel and I know nothing will ever change that." Lucas smiled, wiping his tears away. "If it did, it'd be only you who'd be able to change it."

Lucas heard a bark from the distance, his head looking around to know where it came from. He heard the bark from behind him, so he looked back at him and saw a very dirty looking stray dog, that seemed to remind him of you because of how clumsy you were. He stood up from where he was sat and approached the dog. "Hello there, little one. Are you lost?"

The dog barked happily, not seemingly looking lost before a voice came from in front of Lucas. "Sorry! Sorry, sir. Uhm, he's my dog actually." Lucas turned to look at the owner of the voice and smiled. "He gets too excited when he's outside of the house."

"There's no need to apologize. Your dog's cute by the way." Lucas told the person before the other male smiled and picked the dog up, not even minding that his shirt got dirty. "Well, it was nice meeting you. See you around."

The other male smiled and waved goodbye. "Yeah. See ya'"

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Meanwhile, as Lucas slept on the hospital bed his head covered with bandages, you paced back and forth inside the hospital room. "Oh, no.. What do I do?" You bit on your lips. "Why would Jungwoo—" You almost screamed when you heard Lucas groan and grumble, indicating that he was about to wake up. You neared him and shook him slightly. "Yukhei-sunbae? A-are you awake?" When you saw Lucas fluttering his eyes open, you widened your eyes in joy and surprise as you immediately called for the nurses, announcing that Lucas was already waking up.

The nurses rushed inside the room and checked whatever they needed to check on the patient to assure that Lucas would be stabilized, now that he has awoke from his coma. The nurse left when everything was done and you were left in the room with Lucas.

Lucas had his eyes now fully opened and looked around him, squinting from the brightness. "So bright..." Lucas mumbled, adjusting his eyes to the light before you hastily stood up from where you sat and turned off the lights, except the one that was far from the bed, but enough to light up the whole room. Lucas rubbed his eyes to clear his blurry vision and looked around the room, as if trying to find the person who had done him a favor. "Jungwoo?"

You pursed your lips and played on the hem of your shirt. "Er... no. It's me, sunbae. M/n." You chuckled awkwardly, before Lucas sat up from his bed immediately, you taking cover afraid that he was gonna attack you, but to your surprise he did not.

"This must be a dream." Lucas said, so you approached him and pinched his hand to earn a wince. "Ow!"

"So, you'd know this wasn't a dream. Please, don't hurt me." You covered yourself, opening one eye to look at Lucas who was smiling at you... genuinely. "Are you smiling at me, sunbae?"

Lucas felt tears drop down his face, as he moved to engulf you in a warm hug and did it so tightly. "Because of you, angel. Yes."

You were shocked by the nickname and peeled yourself away from him. "Angel? What's with the sudden nickname? Okay, what's up? Is this a prank? If so, damn, how could have you done it so perfectly and even slept for almost a whole week?"

Lucas furrowed his brows. "Sleep? Whole week?"

"Uh, yeah. You got into an accident and fell into a coma for four whole days." You replied as a matter of factly.

"Then, everything of those was... OH MY GOD, M/N! THANK GOODNESS!" Lucas happily yelled, scaring you a little.

"Did you hitting your head made a major damage to your brain, 'cause damn, I'm liking it." You said and laughed to yourself.

Lucas sighed and looked at you with happiness in his eyes. "I'm just glad you're here with me, now. I don't want to lose you again. My angel."

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Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 3) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader & Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader 

Summary: All actions have consequences. Fucking Lucas to spite your cheating husband Yuta definitely has a few. Two wrongs don’t make a right - or do they?

Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image

Gif: @scorpioszn​

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ⭐ | Part 4

“So…” Lucas began. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?”

You almost rolled your eyes at his cheesy pick-up line.

But Lucas was handsome in a way that young men no longer were. And you couldn’t ignore the way his biceps bulged through his crisp white shirt.  

“My husband doesn’t want to fuck me anymore,” you said, matter-of-factly.

Lucas blinked twice.

Then, he shrugged his shoulders and gestured for two more drinks. “Sucks to be him, I guess,” he said, flashing you a grin that made your knees weak.

You admired Lucas over the rim of your martini glass. The firm set of his jaw, the cherry plumpness of his lips, the length of his toned legs… You felt a flutter inside that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Lucas placed his hand on top of yours.

You watched your hand become engulfed under his large one. Lucas made you feel small, dainty. You liked that feeling.

Lucas’s voice was low. “There’s a hotel down the road. How about we spend the night there? Together.”

You were scared. Of saying yes. Of saying no. Of saying yes then realising that you should have said no. Of being naked in front of another man when your body sometimes made you feel like weeping.

You decided on yes in the end.

You watched Lucas’s dark eyes light up. You let him guide you outside with his hand on the small of your back.

Before you made it far down the street, Lucas led you into an alleyway. He gently pushed you till your back was flush against the wall.

Lucas knelt down to the ground and hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder. Then he plunged himself between your legs and kissed you in a way that made you see stars.

The bricks dug their jealous fingers into your back, but you didn’t care; you couldn’t even think straight.

You were still trembling when Lucas booked a hotel room and pulled you inside it.

Lucas had had other affairs. You could tell, from way he cupped his hand round the back of your neck when he kissed you, from the way his caramel eyes glossed over your wedding ring like it was nothing. You were relieved. You didn’t want this to mean more than you intended.

Lucas laid you down onto the bed. You put your hands round his neck and felt the muscles under the skin.

Lucas wanted to make you feel good. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done that.

His own hands were slowly moving down your side, across your ribs, over your tummy.

Your body felt as if it were swaying back and forth with the movement of his large fingers, in you, around you, all over you.

Lucas moved between your legs. He opened you gently and pushed himself inside. You watched him as he rolled forwards onto his arms until you were full of him.

He said, “God, you’re so tight,” and you blushed.

He asked why you were embarrassed, but you couldn’t tell him.

You couldn’t tell him that giving birth to three children made you worry about this kind of thing. So you just squeezed his shoulders, silently saying keep going.

He began to move faster, and his eyes narrowed with pleasure and finally closed. You closed your eyes too and held onto his arms, letting yourself be rocked back and forth.

When Lucas finally opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily and smiling.

You smiled back at him.

Lucas lowered himself to your side and pulled your head onto his shoulder. You could see the tiny beads of sweat form a line down the centre of his honey chest. You could hear his heart beating as he drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, Lucas’s arm around your waist felt like a cage. You had to get out of there: back to your husband and your children, your home.

So, for the second time that night, you slipped out of a bed where a sleeping man lay blissfully unaware of your actions.

----

Soon, you were kneeling on the leather backseat of a taxi, your heels dangling in your hands.

You lifted a curl of your hair and sniffed it. Your nose wrinkled. Lucas’s flashy cologne, the sour twist of alcohol, the grime of what you’d done – they were unmistakeable. You knew you should feel dirty inside, too.

But you didn’t.

All you could feel was an overwhelming rush of relief. It was as if the fist clenched around your throat had finally loosened.

You felt the ghost of Lucas’s strong grasp, his lips at your neck. He made you feel like someone worth touching. Almost… beautiful.

But that was all. A whisper slipped from your lips, “I love Yuta.”

The taxi driver turned. “Did you say something, miss?”

You grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”  

And you realised you meant it: you did still love your husband. The score was even. He took something from you, and now you’d done the same.

As the growl of the engine stilled, your heart hardened.

Yuta would never know about tonight. In return for this little white lie, he’d get a wife who loved him, touched him, was a better mother to your children. That wasn’t a hard price to pay, right?

---

After the taxi dropped you home, you fumbled for your keys, but your bag was empty. You gulped. How were you going to get in without being seen?

You noticed the study window hanging open. Swallowing your last shreds of dignity, you hitched one foot onto the sill and hoisted your torso half inside the house.

A pen fell off your son’s desk and clattered to the floor. You flinched, waiting for the shout of discovery.

But it never came.

Sighing, you pushed through the rest of the way, and landed in a heap on the floor.

As you crept up the stairs and slipped into the shower, you expected to be caught. But by some miracle, the family stayed silent in their beds.

When you were ready, you eased open the door to Yuta’s bedroom - your bedroom. A tray of tea teetered on your forearm.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you called.

The sight of Yuta sent warmth washing through you. Your heart clenched as you remembered you used to do this every morning.

Yuta groaned and rolled over… Then you saw his muscled body tense. He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up.

When he saw you staring, he pulled the duvet over his naked torso, cheeks reddening. You averted your gaze as you placed the tray down. What had you two become?

“Y-you made me tea?”

You smiled. “Well, it’s not like you’re going to make it, are you?”

Yuta’s face fell. “Oh… sorry.”

You shook your head. It was a joke; clearly you weren’t ready for those yet. You walked around the bed and wrapped your arms around Yuta’s muscled shoulders.

“How come you’re-” Yuta began, but you silenced him by touching your lips to his.

You felt him freeze, then slowly melt into your second first-kiss.

As you deepened the kiss, your fingers remembered his smooth neck, his shoulders, the mole on his arm.

You waited to feel a convulsion of disgust, for your chest to collapse in once more. But, same as Paris all those years ago, everything about him was sweet to you.

As your lips tilted onto Yuta’s, it felt like coming home.

Just then, his fingers clamped around your shoulders. “What’s that?”

Fear spiked down your spine.

You followed his gaze… to your chest. A red-tinged bruise squatted on the swell of your right breast.

The hickey was fresh. And definitely not made by your husband. You felt, rather than saw Yuta’s stare rise up to your face.

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

As you met Yuta’s eyes, you just shrugged and smiled. You owed him nothing.

“Y/n… don’t mess with me. What the fuck is going on?” Yuta’s grip on your shoulder tightened till it hurt. Your whole body tensed.

You shook him off. “Here, you haven’t even touched your tea.”  

Then you turned and picked up the mug. But it was the worst thing you could possibly have done.

Because Yuta, eyes red and glassy, slapped the mug from your hand. It crashed into the wall beside you, splashing boiling tea everywhere.

You gulped and edged away.

Yuta’s voice was steely. “Y/n, you have three seconds to explain what’s going on. Three, two-”

“Wait!”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ⭐ | Part 4

[tyongvc]

[!] dom!yukhei x sub!reader ; fingering ; there isn’t much happening here, i just got tired while writing so i’ll post a part two tomorrow or sum idk ffjdjgj || wc ; 0,5 & not requested // happy yukhei day !!

[long night ;; w.yh] yukhei never had been the jealous type. however, he always got mad that some of his colleagues would flirt around with you – they never were ashamed to make you feel all flustered and shy because of their comments. the young male would always take you out on the company’s parties and show you off.

he loved you so much and loved to make you feel like the most precious person in the world.

“go get your stuff. we’re going home.”

yukhei’s voice was strict and serious – he wasn’t playing around. you gulped as you nodded, his persona was making you feel so small next to him. yukhei grabbed your hand and escorted you out of the salon to his car.

during the whole ride home, yukhei didn’t talk a little to you. the only word he said was a simple “no” when you asked him if he drank anything.

“i know i shouldn’t be mad for… them flirting with you. but i can’t help myself, y/n. i’m just so mad”, he exclaimed when you two arrived at home. the way he was pulling his tie off his neck so aggressively made your core twitch when you watched him slowly take off his shirt. he sat down on the couch, going through his hair and closing his eyes to calm down. yukhei tried breathing in and out slowly, but nothing was helping.

“i know that this absolutely isn’t the right time, xuxi, but you just…”, you couldn’t finish your sentence and just sat down on his lap, putting your hands on his cheeks.

“i what, baby?”, he questioned you, making you shiver because of his suddenly so deep voice. he put his arms around your waist to have you closer to himself.

“you just look so good right now”, you murmured, he made you feel so little next to him. “i can’t stop thinking about last night. and this morning”

yukhei laughed lightly when you said that last sentence. he put one hand on your cheek, slowly caressing over the skin with his thumb.

“tell me, how do you want me?”, he asked you without hesitation, the finger that had been caressing your cheek slowly went down to your shoulder and pulled your top down.

you were lucky that he still was so nice to let you decide over how you could have him. however, you were sure that there was something he was planning, so you tried not getting too excited. “your finger, xuxi. i need your fingers, please”, you whined out when he slipped his finger into your core by pushing your panties aside.

“shh, calm down baby, i got you”, he whispered when you couldn’t stop moaning as his finger moved quicker and finally added another one to increase your pleasure. he leaned down as he started sucking on your nipples, your eyes closed at his actions and you couldn’t stop letting out those beautiful sounds he just loved so much.

when he pulled his fingers out, you let out a loud whimper as you clenched around nothing. you were so close to finally reach your high but yukhei loved teasing you. so, he had decided on edging you.

“babe, you didn’t think i’d make it this easy for you, did you?”, he laughed, slowly getting up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. “babe, you’re in for another very long night. don’t get your hopes up, i won’t be going easy on you.”

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

what do you think about fic writers and just nct content writers in general being ot22 and excluding lucas? i tried telling one blog that lucas was innocent and there's proof and then their anons started ganging up on me and one said "i live in a fantasy"

I've always been a big supporter of fic writers being able to write whatever they want. Freedom of speech is a right.

But freedom of speech isn't freedom of the consequences of what they say. Or write in this case.

They are free to write their ot22 content and we are free to call them out on how disrespectful and insulting it is... 🤷

[softsan]

NCT MAFIA AU  (lucas)

🖇Lust at first bite (pt.3)

MASTERLIST

PARTS:  | 01 | 02 | 03 |

MAFIA PROFILES | Y/N’S NAMES

GENRE: Mafia AU, Investigation,

QUOTE: “He had to admit he enjoyed your company a little too much. You were crass with your words and light with your fingers. Had he not sat right behind you, he would have never noticed you cheated for every hand.”

WARNINGS: Graphic scenes of violence, Blood, Mentions of trafficking, Cursing, Torture, Gambling

Past.  

You leaned backward, absorbing the sweet summer air. A cool breeze blew your fringe about, making a mess of your hair. You smiled to yourself. You could almost see the orange skyline from beneath your closed lids.  

"Come on," Henry nudged your side, "This isn't so bad." He slowed down his peddling to match your pace.  

You hummed. Perhaps it wasn't. Liv would most certainly be thrilled to hear you finally agreed to go on a date with her older brother.  

It was the summer before senior year, a time to make memories, or so you thought. Despite your relative indifference towards Henry, you had decided a date or two couldn't hurt. Maybe you'd even develop feelings for him.

"Let's head back," You braked, steading your hands on your bicycles' handlebars.  

"It's not even eight yet?"  

"I'm tired. Your sister woke me up at the crack of dawn today," You masked your yawn.

Henry let out a chuckle. You and his younger sister were inseparable. If one went somewhere, so did the other.

"She needed me to help her choose an anniversary gift." You prattled. 

"Anniversary? I thought she only just started seeing someone."  

You nodded. It had been exactly two weeks. 

Still, Liv had insisted she needed to get something for her new boyfriend. After hours at the mall, she finally settled on a necklace with a small golden bell at its end.

Henry frowned, "Have you met this guy yet?"

His question caught you off guard, "No, I haven't," Liv had been sort of secretive about his identity.  

"I'm sure it's nothing worry about," You casually shrugged. Unlike you, Liv wasn't the type to get herself in trouble...

───

5 days before.

"This doesn't make any sense." You groaned inwardly, massaging the knot in your shoulder.  

You were seated on the floor beside your coffee table. You had spread out each file Siyeon had provided you, laying them out according to date. Yet, each page had its own set of notes and numbering, linking to other pages or to some other second reference, which you didn't have.

You chewed on the back of your pen as your tried to decipher the acronym 'ZOAN' and why it was in brackets after specific individuals' names but not after others. There was also one page that had only vague lines, all traced and varying in lengths.  

Granted, you didn't have much experience with codebreaking, but nothing in the files made a lick of sense.  

You childishly kicked the rug in frustration.

"I need to get a drink." You said aloud.  

You hopped to your feet, slipping off your oversized tee and digging through a pile of dry washing to pull out a dress. You squeezed the tight-fitting black piece overhead. You smoothed it down your thighs before searching for some matching pantyhose.  

You were applying a cherry lip when a knock on the door caught your attention. 

Lucas furiously banged on the wood of your door. Not only had he spent his night disposing of a gang he mistakenly thought was taking advantage of you, but you had also lied to him. He didn't like being lied to.

Lucas growled as you unlocked your door, pushing it ajar.

"You told me you had a job to do tonight."

You glanced down. Blood sat on top of Lucas' leather jacket, his jeans stained with dirt.

You titled your head innocently. A strand from your pushed back hair came loose.  

After a moment of silence, you extended a hand. "Let's go,"

He didn't move.  

"I'll make it up to you."  

Lucas grumbled, unable to remain mad. He cupped his hand with yours. He followed as you walked ahead, the jewels from your earings swinging back and forth.

"Where are we going?" He finally spoke.

You twisted aback, offering a seductive smile. "To have a good time."  

───

The underground casino shone of muted greens from the unserved slot machines. Smoke wafted in the air as patrons puffed on their cigarettes. Three large tables were placed in the middle of the cellar-like room, while table lights illuminated the cards and chips for the players.  

Lucas wasn't familiar with this place, but most underground casinos operated the same. This was the place for shading business deals, cheats, and swindlers.  

You looped your arm with Lucas’, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Care for a game of poker."  

"I don't play,"  

You grinned, urging him towards a table, "I do."  

Lucas raised a brow, intrigued.

You pushed down on Lucas’ shoulders, so he sat in the only free chair at the poker table. The other men at the table stopped their game, sizing Lucas up. After a moment, they began laughing amongst themselves.  

Lucas thumped his fist on the table. "Is something funny?"  

The middle-aged man nursing a bottle of scotch flickered his finger in Lucas' direction. "Judging from your wearing, you won't have enough for the buy-in."  

Lucas stared down at his shirt and leather jacket.  

You clicked your tongue, unhooking your golden chained necklace and throwing it into the pile of chips.  

You then reached across the table for an uncorked bottle of wine, lifting it to your lips. "I assure you we can afford the buy-in."  

The man signaled one of the staff to appraise your jewelry.

One the staff came closer. After a couple of mintues, they gave a quick nod, confirming it was real.

"Deal the cards then," The middle-aged man ordered.

You took a seat on Lucas' lap, cracking your knuckles.

"Are you sure you know how to play?" He murmured, resting his chin upon your shoulder.

You hid a knowing smile.

You won the first round with ease. Then another round, then a third. The men around the table stiffened, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. 

Lucas laughed into the crook of your neck as you scrapped their chips over to your side. You had won close to a fifty grand already.  

He had to admit he enjoyed your company a little too much. You were crass with your words and light with your fingers. Had he not sat right behind you, he would have never noticed you cheated for every hand.

Lucas had half hoped he could see you play poker with the rest of his crew. You might even be able to fool them too.  

"You must be cheating!" Demanded the man beside them. He stood up, knocking his chair backward.

You blinked, keeping your face neutral.  

"I swear it. There is no other way."  

"Me?" You feigned ignorance. "How could I possibly cheat?"

Frustrated the man, upturned the entire table. Lucas kicked back from his seat, lifting you out of the way. Bottles of alcohol spluttered against the ground, landing on the folded playing cards.  

"Watch it," Lucas' seethed, "You nearly spilled it over her dress."  

The fumed man dug into his pocket, thrusting a gun in your face.  

"It appears I've wounded this man's fragile ego," You mutter back to Lucas.  

The man unlocked the safety in response.  

Lucas' eyes darkened. Pointing a gun at you would prove to be a very big mistake.

He palmed the man's wrist at an upward angle, making the man drop the gun. The gun flew off to the side.  

The man howled, cradling his snapped wrist. "Get them," He bellowed for his bodyguards.  

Lucas was about to square his fists when you tugged on his arm—trying to get him to retreat.

"Let's run for it,"  

Apart of him wanted to protest, he could easily take on these men, but as his eyes dwindled on your face, he changed his mind. 

I can't risk fighting and the possibility of putting Y/N in danger.

"Lucas!" You shouted.

He removed the weight off his feet, running with you. The two of you took off towards the back door.

You threw a punch at someone that had tried to snatch you from behind while Lucas' used his forearm to shield you from a firing bullet.  

You were able to bypass the other tables and out the door. The hollowing men came after you, their guns still aimed.  

Lucas yanked you towards the left, going down the alleyway and over a chain-link fence. He then pushed you into a small divot in the bricked wall. His free hand came to cover your mouth.  

You remained quiet as you overheard their footsteps pass.

Lucas' hand slowly uncovered your mouth. Your eyes were locked to his, what felt like an invisible thread pulling the two of you closer.

A relieved laugh escaped your throat as his lips broke into an enormous grin.

Lucas leaned his forehead against yours, closing the small distance.

"Lucas," You whispered.

He captured your mouth—his kisses wild, heated. It left butterflies in the pits of your stomach. You tugged on his hair while his hands moved to cup your cheeks.

There was something about Lucas that you couldn't get enough off.

───

You slumped into your couch, watching as Lucas crouched beside your coffee table.

He picked up one of the documents, narrowing his eyes,.

"Do you see anything?"

"It's written in code mostly." Lucas pointed the notation, "I can link a couple of these pages together, but you'll need a Mafia's Bible to decipher the rest."

"A what?"

"Mafia Bible," Lucas repeated, "It's a specific book or text that each mafia family uses to write their codes with."

"Oh," You deflated, "How am I suppose to find that?"

Lucas gave you an apologetic look. He didn't know.

Very few of the original mafia families remained. Most had either fled, been wiped out, or jailed for their crimes.

"What about these names?" You picked up a page.

Lucas' peered over your shoulder, "I don't know what  'ZOAN' means, but I recognize some of the names listed." He pulled out his phone, handing it to you.

You looked up, confused.

“I could call Haechan to do a trace, and we could probably run a surveillance on them ourselves."

"That doesn't sound like a bad plan." You agreed, "But, why are you handing you phone to me-"

Your brows furrowed, blood trickled from underneath Lucas’ sleeve. The red droplets running down between his knuckles. 

"You're bleeding," You placed aside the phone to roll up Lucas' jacket.

He tried brushing of your concern, telling you it was nothing. You dismissed his words.

You grimaced as you saw the open wound. A bullet must have grazed Lucas' while the two of you had escaped from the underground casino.

"You should have said something sooner," You scolded.

"I can't even feel it,"

You gave Lucas' an unimpressed looked.

"Fine," He mumbled, taking a seat on the couch.

"Wait here," You told him as you rushed to grab some emergency supplies from the bathroom.

Lucas bent his head, trying to see which room you had disappeared to. You came back not long after with a metal tin in your hands. You sat the tin down on the cushions, unclicking the lid and shuffling around for something to clean his wound.

Lucas hissed as you dabbed disinfectant. Luckily, the bullet had only graze over the top of Lucas' forearm. A few stitches, and he should be able to heal up quite quickly.

"You've done this before," Lucas commented as you clamped the sutures, prepping the needle.

"Only on myself,"

Lucas flinched as you pulled the thread through the tissue of his arm.

You glanced up, "Are you sure you don't want any painkillers?"

Lucas shook his hand.

"It'll be over soon," You promised.

───

You rubbed your eyes as you wandered in darkness. You searched blindly for the light switch. The kitchen lights gradually flickered on.

You and Lucas' had stayed until the early hours of the morning, going through the files again. Lucas' proved to be quite helpful. He also genuinely seemed to want to find the culprits behind the human trafficking ring.

You reached for an empty glass from the cupboard, leveling it underneath the tap. You twisted the handle, expecting water to spurt out.

Nothing.

You scratched your forehead.

Maybe there was a leak, and the landlord needed to turn off the water?

You set the glass onto your counter, opening your fridge instead. You grabbed the first bottle of water your saw, broke the seal, and took a large gulp.

You frowned, taking a look at the label.

Was it just you, or did the water taste strange?

───

Something plummeted to the ground, making a loud noise and waking Lucas from his slumber. 

He scanned around, not use to his current surroundings. He was in your apartment he recalled, trying to cool his breathing. He must have dozed off while going through the documents with you. 

There was another loud noise. 

"Y/N?" Lucas called out for you. 

There was no response. 

He scrambled to his feet, searching the kitchen, your bedroom. 

"Y/N?" 

Lucas yanked open the front door, certain you weren't inside your apartment.   

"Lucas," You choked, the assailant's hand fastening around your neck.

Lucas froze. You were in the hallway. A man in a ski mask stood a few paces away. He had one hand around your throat and a gun in the other. 

Lucas' eyes widened his fury bleeding into fear. 

"Just let her go," Lucas tried to resonate, "This has nothing to do with her." 

"Like hell it doesn't," The person spat. 

You felt sluggish, your strength quickly dissipating—a sour taste on your tongue. You swallowed, realizing you had been dosed with something.

He lowered his gun slightly to pull a syringe out of his shirt pocket. He then squeezed underneath your jaw until you gasped. Your eyes prickled as you watched the man throw the needle across the ground towards Lucas.  

"Inject yourself," The man demanded, "Or else..."  

He released you for a split second. You collapsed, heaving as much air into your lungs as you could. 

Lucas was about a step forward when the man clasped around the back of your neck, slamming you into the carpet. Your face was smothered, your screams incoherent. Your arms tried to flail but your your limbs no longer had feeling.

"Do it now, or your girlfriend dies," 

Lucas' mouth clenched. He had never been in this position before. He was the one that always threatened people's love ones. No one had ever dared to do the same to him. 

Lucas let out a ragged breath before picking up the syringe. All his training screamed that this was a trap and that the man would kill you both either way.  

He had no idea what he was injecting into himself. The clear substance was a giant question mark. Would his heart stop beating as soon as he pushed down the plunger? 

It didn't matter. He couldn't just watch you suffocate before his very eyes. 

MONI’S NOTE: Mafia Lucas' third installment. I hope you all enjoy it. If you do, please consider reading the other member's parts. They are all a part of the same universe, and you may even notice some cross-over between them.

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WayV Headcanon | How They Act When They’re in Love

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boyfriend headcanons are CLOSED 

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║ A/N : This has been a really good week for me surprisingly. I’ve had an easier time balancing classes and writing. Idk how next week is gonna go, considering I have a 4 pg paper and a 2 pg paper to write, but hopefully I can squeeze some more posts in between assignments .

p.s - I recently announced that I’ve closed boyfriend headcanons temporarily until I can catch up with them. If you want more information on why, please refer to this post. Thanks! 

               ~ Admin Ally 

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Kun : 

⇢ is constantly doing things to show that he loves you

⇢ he’ll randomly bring home a bouquet of flowers or your favorite take out, basically he just randomly spoils you 

⇢ makes an effort to set aside time for you, like even if he has 5 minutes to spare, he’ll spend those 5 minutes on the phone with you 

⇢ always makes sure to take care of you and check in on you when you’re stressed out or sick, just the small things that shows that he cares 

⇢ “You’re perfect for me”

Ten : 

⇢ the type of lover that’s also your best friend 

⇢ shows his love in the form of conversations, especially when you’re cuddling because he can just play with your fingers while holding hands 

⇢ like deep conversations about your past experiences and fears, or about your hopes and dreams for the future together

⇢ he makes an effort to hear you and understand you, which brings you closer as a couple 

⇢ “baby, you’re all that I need” 

Winwin / Sicheng : 

⇢ Sicheng is a little more reserved, and that follows into the way he shows his love for you 

⇢ doesn’t usually make big gestures of love, he tends to show he loves you in little ways

⇢ like by bringing home little souvenirs from places he got to visit on tour that you were planning on visiting together 

⇢ but sometimes his big gestures are things like attempting to make breakfast for you in bed, even though he knows he’s not the best chef 

⇢ “you are my everything”

Lucas : 

⇢ Lucas is a clingy lover, but in a good way

⇢ he’s always looking for ways to shower you with love and affection 

⇢ whether that’s by holding on to you and never letting go, or by bragging about you to the other members about how happy you make him 

⇢ his love for you just completely consumes him

⇢ “I love you more than you know”

Xiaojun :  

⇢ Xiaojun is a protective boy, so he shows his love by how making sure that you’re cared for and safe 

⇢ makes sure to call you every night, even if he’s on tour, just to check in on you and ask about your day 

⇢ but also because he misses you 

⇢ is really attentive to every little detail, like he prides himself on knowing you like the back of his hand 

⇢ “I don’t know what I would do without you”

Hendery : 

⇢ the type to babie you, because you’re his baby duh 

⇢ he will randomly smother you with kisses when you least expect it 

⇢ will go out of his comfort zone to try new things with you just to make you happy 

⇢ and also pushes you out of your comfort zone to try new things and encourages you to be the best that you can be 

⇢ “you make me a better man, and I love you for that” 

Yangyang : 

⇢ he’s not the most romantic or affectionate, but he tries his hardest 

⇢ shows his love for you by making you laugh, because your smile just makes him melt and fall into pieces 

⇢ and he’ll do anything to make you laugh just so he can hear you giggle 

⇢ all he wants to do is make you happy 

⇢ “you’ll never understand how special you are to me” 

[hi-hey-haechan]

can you do one where you just suck lucas iff when he’s laying there and you’re hidden and you keep sucking him

!“I’m not even joking. They’d keep going for hours. I couldn’t look them in the eyes for a week following. How the heck were they so loud?” You explained, your mind flashing back to the horrible memories. Lucas, however, had his head thrown back against the pillow, laughing his head off. 

He had a habit of asking spontaneous questions, and so this time, you were lying next to each other on top of the covers of your bed. He’d asked what your least favorite day of the year was, and you always replied with it being your parents’ anniversary. As horrible as it felt to say, you never slept on those nights. Your parents were so loud with their... activities, and somewhere along the lines, they thought that starting after midnight just naturally assumed that you’d be asleep, unable to hear them. Telling your boyfriend about it, though, you couldn’t contain your laughter, realizing how hilarious the situation was. The way you described it also featured dry humor, which, when mixed with the topic of sex, created something very funny. 

“You must have been so traumatized,” Lucas said in between giggles.

“That dark part of my childhood still haunts me,” you agreed, shuddering at the memories.

“Gosh, at least we’re not that loud,” he pointed out, regaining his breath.

Your head whipped to the side to look straight at him. Was he being serious right then? “You’re right. We are not that loud, but you are.” Lucas had trouble staying quiet when he felt good, whereas you could remain almost silent the entire time if you really tried to. You weren’t complaining -- the moans that came out of him were hot, his voice low and deep. 

“I’m just blessing both of our ears,” Lucas replied, grinning cheekily, to which you rolled your eyes.

“It doesn’t change the fact that you’re loud,” you pointed out.

Lucas raised his eyebrows and smirked. “I can be quiet if I want to. Watch me.”

Just when you were about to ask how, exactly, he’d be able to prove this claim, his phone rang, Kun’s contact name showing up on the screen. Lucas held up a finger, as if to say, “Give me a minute,” but you, however, had other plans.

“What’s up?” Lucas asked into the phone, casually. As Kun replied, your hands slowly undid the belt to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans following the process. When you looked up at your boyfriend’s face, a pair of wide, confused eyes were staring back at you.

All you could do was smirk as an immediate response. You pressed a kiss against the bulge of his boxers, breath hitching in his throat as you did so. He stuttered on his reply, but he played it off really well. “You can be quiet?” you whispered, looking up at him. “Prove it.”

“Ten and Yangyang are trying to prank Sicheng? What do you want me to do about it?” Lucas asked into the phone, rolling his eyes in the process. You wanted to make the act of staying quiet more difficult for him. As a result, you pressed one of your hands against his clothed bulge, slowly yet almost skillfully palming him through his boxers. The heat of him radiated against your hand, and you felt him grow harder under your light touch. 

“W-wait, you want m-me to help prank him?” As soon as those words passed his lips, he glared at you, giving you a look that said, “You will regret this.”

You just gave him a simple shrug, and the look in your eyes was an innocent one. Lucas said, “No, of course I’ll help. But I’m currently with y/n, and I don’t intend on leaving.” Your fingers tugged the waistband of his boxers down, just enough to free his straining erection from the fabric. The look in Lucas’ eyes had turned to something fearful and pleading. In response to this, you engulfed the tip of his long, thick length in your mouth. 

He was sensitive there, and the fact that the pleasure had caught him off-guard made it even more difficult to remain quiet. A loud moan passed his lips, but he attempted to pass it off as a cough. It was convincing enough, you supposed. Too convincing. You were losing.

“H-how are we gonna--” he held the phone away from him for a second, letting out the slightest, most helpless whine you’d ever heard from him, when you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking on the tip. The saltiness of his precum ran over your tongue, and if your mouth wasn’t around his length, you’d be smirking at the moment. “How are we gonna scare him?” Lucas inquired. His tone was higher than usual, almost as though he was straining to get out his words.

After Kun spoke for a second, your boyfriend said, “Dogs.” He sort of gasped it out, but only you could really catch onto it. Lucas honestly only sounded as though he’d just come up with the idea and considered it a great discovery. Kun must have simply inquired what would scare Sicheng the most.

Lucas was too good at this. You had to make it more difficult on him, you knew, so you decided to slide your mouth down his length. Anticipating his huge size, you relaxed your throat and breathed through your nose as you deepthroated him. Your boyfriend could never contain himself when you took his length down your throat. One of his large hands knotted in your hair, finding something to grasp onto amidst his pleasure. He was so distracted, he didn’t even hear Kun’s question.

“Yes,” he replied, hoping Kun had inquired a yes-or-no question.

After another moment of Kun’s reply, Lucas said, “I can ask Bae-Baekhyun if one of his members has a big dog.” He was doing well, admittedly, at being quiet, but every word he said came out as though it was laborious, like he was struggling to just speak a sentence. 

Your throat was starting to hurt, so you withdrew from his length for a second. The muscles in Lucas’ stomach and shoulders suddenly relaxed. You’d provided him a second of relief. As a result, right as he opened his mouth to reply, you wrapped one hand around his thick length, which was slick, as a result of your previous actions. You rapidly moved your hand up and down his length, applying pressure to each of your fingers.

“F-fuck!” Lucas managed. “O-oh, I mean, that would be hilarious--” he trailed off, holding the phone away from him and attempting to cover the microphone as he bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut as stifled groans slipped out of him.

Kun went on to recite the entire plan. Perfect timing for you to speed up your hand without warning. Lucas gasped, and you knew Kun probably heard it, but he failed to mention it. 

Your lips enclosed around his length again, but you force him so deep this time. Instead, you settled for taking some of him in your mouth, and leaving your hand to jerk off the rest of his length, squeezing at some points. The entire time, his stomach muscles were clenching and unclenching, and his thighs would suddenly threaten to close around you at moments of heightened pleasure. This caught him off-guard, even more so than any of your other sudden actions. A series of moans spilled past his lips, sounds of pleasure that he couldn’t even attempt to play off as a cough. 

“What?” Lucas’ voice was higher than usual. “Yeah, I’m fine--ah” His statement ended with a noise that he couldn’t stifle, due to you bobbing your head on his length. “I just fell,” he said quickly, as though he could cover up what was really going on.

“Make Ten call him,” Lucas said into the phone, “I’m kinda -- fuck -- busy right now.”

His breaths grew shallower, and you knew that he was growing close to his high. You swirled your tongue around the part of him that was in your mouth. Suddenly, you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him harshly as he said, “Busy with stuff--” a legitimate whine passed his lips. “Lemme mute you for a second.”

Lucas’ legs were shaking, and his length was throbbing in your mouth, begging for release. In the next second, moans spilled out of his mouth, which was agape. His eyes were shut. The sounds he made were higher than his usual voice at times, but they were deep, rich, and so hot to you. You could no longer ignore the wetness that had pooled in your panties, which were sticking to you uncomfortably. He released his load into your mouth, the taste of him hot and salty, but pleasant at the same time. You locked eyes with Lucas as you swallowed his load. His chest was rising and falling, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“Next time, make sure you actually mute me,” Kun said loudly into the phone, as you pulled away from Lucas’ now-soft length. “Have fun with your ‘stuff.’” He sounded alarmed and desperate to hang up, which he did immediately.

“I think it’s safe to say that you lost the bet,” you told Lucas, finally giving him the smirk that you wanted to display the entire time.

A/N ~ sorry this took so long. I went camping and honestly stalled writing this. I’m back now, and I’m now better mentally than I was last week, which is good. Anyways, this was honestly really fun to write.

[serpentinesarang]

Bath, Interrupted

pairing: lucas (huáng xùxī) x fem reader

genre: smut, third-person POV (no y/n)

word count: 811

content warnings: fingering, oral

summary: lucas comes home from a very long workday to find you taking a bath. you make him dry you off, but he can’t deal with his arousal.

a/n: very old piece I wrote in 2018

korean key:

⦿ none this time due to lack of dialogue and lucas being best with cantonese/mandarin

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Peering through the crack of the bathroom door left ajar, Lucas focused on the sight before him: her, lying back in the tub filled with luscious, bubbly water, her hair thrown into a high bun atop her head and not a particle of makeup on her face. Her eyes were closed, and she looked the definition of serene.

He thought to himself, Worked all day... to spend all night with her. Perfect.

As he nudged the door open and entered the humid bathroom, she snapped out of her serenity, having sensed something, and turned to look at him. She gazed at him for a moment, her eyes ablaze with enticing intrigue.

Lucas gazed back, a genuine, all-lips grin blooming across his pink cheeks. Suddenly, she broke eye contact to reach into the water for the drain stopper. She pulled it out, tossed it to the tile, and rose from the lavender-scented water with a pleasing fluidity.

The water, obeying gravity, cascaded down the voluptuous curves of her body, and the bubbles began to dissipate while other patches clung to random sections of her flesh. In this moment, she was every bit the goddess Lucas always assured her she was. His attentive eyes came back to rest on her glowing face, still bright with seduction.

He could feel his muscular body catching up to his emotions as he stood there, intently watching and awaiting her next move, as she was in control of this rapidly progressing moment in time.

Wordlessly, she stepped out of the tub, which began making loud noises as it slowly drained, and she handed him her plush towel from the bar on the wall beside her. Now that she was closer, he could discern how visibly hard she was trying not to break into a giggle fit, let alone a smug grin.

He smirked and accepted the towel, splaying it betwixt their bodies and wrapping it around her stomach and back. She adjusted for him by widening her stance and lifting her arms up to ensure an efficient dry-off. He patted dry her torso, arms, and chest before bringing the towel around her back like a cape and pulling it towards him, causing her to collide against him.

She curved her arms around the small of his wide back and molded herself against him, purposely feeling for the treasured bulge against her stomach.

Lucas kissed her forehead and murmured in his famously deep voice of honey-coated sin, “I'm not done yet.”

She emitted a soft mm before stepping back and again widening her stance, her legs still glistening with soapy water. As he crouched down to pat at her ankles, he could smell the lavender much more strongly. The scent seemed to melt away a layer of stress from his 16-hour workday, and he felt his desire nose-dive right then and there.

Lucas slowly dragged the towel around both of her thighs before letting it drop to the floor. He shifted onto his knees and looked up at her. There it was: her triumphant smile he knew was bound to show itself.

He turned his attention to her beautiful pussy, placing a tender kiss on her pubic bone and lightly tracing his fingers on either side of her inner thighs. Gingerly using his thumbs to spread her labia, he ran them slowly up and down her slit.

“How are you this wet after taking a bath,” he quietly asked her flower, pushing himself upward to passionately kiss her exposed clit. Lucas slid two of his large fingers in her slick hole, curling them toward himself once he felt the rough texture of her G-spot.

He looked up at her just in time to watch her close her eyes and unhinge her jaw in reactive pleasure, a silent moan undulating from her expression alone.

“Please talk to me,” he pleaded in a low tone while thrusting his fingers in an unfairly fast pace. “I need to hear your beautiful voice.”

“It’s all you, Xùxī,” she replied softly after a moment, before dropping her hands to his shoulders for support. Lucas continued to curl his fingers as they reached her sweet spot, observing the slight tremors taking over her thighs when he did so.

He exhaled heavily through his nose once her calming yet sexy voice registered in his tired brain, and then he was a goner.

Awarding one little kitten lick to her swollen clit, he whispered against it, “Can I take you to bed now?”

Abruptly, her hands shot off his shoulders to cup his flushed cheeks, and she leaned down to bring her face mere inches from his with a level of eye contact so intense that he felt a tingle run down his spine. “Never ask that, baby. Just do it.”

And with a sweet kiss to his full lips, Lucas swept her to their bedroom.

[sm-entertain-me]

Three’s Company (M)

Contains: Wong Yukhei x (f) reader x Kim Jungwoo, adult language, smut, sexual themes, threesome, oral sex (both male and female receiving), throatfucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!Yukhei, switch!reader, sub!Jungwoo, strip club!au, exotic dancer!reader

Synopsis: Yukhei was your absolute favorite regular at Club 96; always leaving big tips, actually holding a conversation with you, caring about your health, making you laugh, the whole nine yards. So it was no surprise that you let him sleep with you in your club's private rooms for free on a regular basis. What surprised you is when he brought a friend with him in hopes of tapping into that special treatment.

AN: This is my first ever threesome smut so I hope y’all like it! (NOT proofread)

Once the music started to move through you, you became a totally different person. Your body would sway in tune with the heavy bass that rattled the rafters of the club, gyrating your hips to and fro to extract more tips from your paying customers, flaunting every single part of your body whenever you saw the wave of twenty dollar bills flying from their hands. You loved the kind of attention you got from men, and the pay wasn’t too bad either. What originally started out as a way to make money to put yourself through college quickly became your only and most prominent source of income. Sure there were some risks that came with the job, but it made it all the better. Especially when he showed up to your weekend gigs.

His names is Wong Yukhei, one of the richest patrons in the whole entire club; throwing money on the stage with reckless abandon and refusing to share his girls with anyone else in the club. Yukhei had expensive tastes and quickly found his way to you, the most expensive woman in the whole club. The girls are valued by their experience and their likability in the club, you being one of the ones who had high sex appeal, unique stage presence, and looks that would send every man chasing after you through the dimly lit halls of the club. What also drove your price up was the fact that there were men constantly trying to buy your affection, requesting you almost immediately when they walked through the doors. 

But as mentioned before, Yukhei didn’t like to share. He would make sure you were his and only his the whole time he was at the club, with or without his buddies pulling him to the opposite end of the club to find more girls to dote over. Yukhei had enough money in the world to buy god twice, so he was more than willing to spend a couple hundred thousand to keep you in his sights the whole night. As a thank you for paying your rent on more than one occasion, you offered a night he wouldn’t forget in one of the private rooms that the club provided for some alone time for the customers and the ladies who worked there. Ever since then, you could almost always be found in the private rooms with Yukhei pounding you into the mattress with enough force to reduce the boxspring into splinters. 

As you were busy making your rounds with the patrons, a few of them complimenting your outfit and asking for one on one’s later on in the evening, you felt a hand grip your shoulder. At first, you would’ve turned around and slapped the shit out of the customer since there was a strict “no non-consensual touching” policy in order to protect all of the workers, but you knew who it was when you glanced at the time. “Wong Yukhei,” You chuckled as you turned around to face him, the dim lights of the club cascading over his chiseled features when you got an eyeful of him. “I was thinking you were running late.” 

Yukhei simply snickered at you as he wrapped his arm around your delicate frame, not forgetting to let his fingertips roam the curves of your scantily clad body, “Me? Late to see my favorite girl? Never. I just had to pick up a friend on the way here.” Yukhei then gestured to his friend show stood next to him, awkwardly holding onto the middle of his elbow as his eyes never left your body, widening in pure amazement that Yukhei knew someone as beautiful as you. You let yours eyes wander on the boy’s features to see which one of your girls would suit him best; he was a little taller than you, not by much, hair that was long enough to tickle his eyebrows, adorable smile with slightly chubby cheeks, and eyes that sparkled brightly despite the less than admirable light within the confines of the club. 

Once you were done studying your new patron, you were tasked with finding one of the girls that would fit his personality type. The man in question seemed like this was his first time inside of a gentleman’s club by the way he rarely interacted with any of the women upon entering and how closely he stuck by Yukhei’s side in fear of disturbing one of the private dances going on. Honestly, the whole situation was adorable and it brought you back to the days when you were a newbie working the floor. “Alright, I can probably bring Sarah over to entertain-,” You began but were quickly silenced by Yukhei digging his fingers into your waist and turning you to face him, him leaning in to drag his lips across your neck before whispering, “No baby, I want him to join.”

“Yukhei, you know my rules,” You scolded, holding your own against the man who was currently working your neck against the bar of the club, sucking your neck into shades of purples. Yukhei groaned against your neck, moving his lips off of your neck to look you in the eyes, begging you for your consideration, “Please, babygirl. You’ve treated me so well every time we’re together. Jugwoo wanted to see how great you are for himself.” You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about all the times you and Yukhei hooked up in the rooms. Regardless if he was on top, you were on top, or he was bending you over something; he always knew how to drive you wild and you knew how to make him feel so good that he didn’t know how to form sentences. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad adding someone into the mix. You’ve always heard from the girls around work that some of the best sex they’ve had has been threesomes.

Sighing softly at Yukhei’s persistent nature, you pushed him off of you slightly and turned to the man known as Jungwoo, motioning him over to you with a come hither motion of your finger. Jungwoo perked up immediately and sauntered over to you, smiling brightly as you took his hand in yours. You extended your other hand to Yukhei, waiting for him to lace his fingers with yours so you could drag the two of them to the back of the club to rock both of their worlds. “Come on, let’s see what you can do,” You said with a smirk as you nodded to one of your workers to take over the floor for you as you had some other matters to attend to in the back, noticing a little sway of confidence in your hips as you walked, causing both Yukhei and Jungwoo to dip back slightly and admire your ass in those barely there satin panties. It shouldn’t matter to them since they would be off in a solid two minutes.

You entered the room quickly and let go of the boys’ hands, motioning for them to sit on the bed while you locked the door behind you to stop from any unwarranted interruptions. Yukhei already knew what was expected of him since he had been back here numerous times, already tearing off his leather jacket and beginning to rip off his simple white shirt before he looked over at Jungwoo to do the same. Jungwoo looked at Yukhei and then looked at you with big doe eyes while you stood with your arms crossed, nodding at him to follow Yukhei’s lead. Jungwoo’s hands were shaky as he reached for his shirt but you walked over to him and stood in between his slightly parted legs, grabbing the bottom of his shirt, “Here baby, let me take care of this for you.”

Nodding slowly, Jungwoo kept his hands away from yours as you pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his toned muscles, his face heating up significantly at the way the air nipped his newly exposed skin. Chuckling at his nervousness, you reached out and gripped the underside of his chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact with you as you couldn’t help but to lick your lips at how vulnerable he was for you. Jungwoo looked at you with piqued interest, his eyes flicking from the dominant gaze you held him in to the plumpness of your bottom lip, his tongue jutting out to apply much needed moisture to his lips. “Awe Yukhei, he’s so cute,” You sang out, squishing his cheeks together in the palm of your hand as you gave Jungwoo another once over. Yukhei already made his way to the top of the bed, resting his back against the headboard as he watched you toy with his submissive friend, “Isn’t he? I wanted to see what you’d do to someone like Jungwoo. That boy needs some direction in his life.” 

While Yukhei remained at the head of the bed, watching your every move intently as he palmed his ever growing erection in his tightening jeans, you laid out some ground rules for your new partner. “Listen to me very closely,” You began as you let your hands fall from Jungwoo’s face to trailing up and down his tense thighs, silently commanding him to relax under your touch. “You will do as I say, no matter what I say. The only place you are allowed to cum inside of me is my mouth, not my pussy. If you do, I’m charging you the full rate and my services don’t come cheap, just ask Yukhei. You can touch me all you want, but you cannot touch yourself until I tell you, you understand?” Jungwoo was completely frustrated at this point and was a whimpering mess as your hand drew nearer to his cock, nodding vigorously at your demands in hopes you would speed the process up. You smirked devilishly as you let your fingers slip inside of his pants, tugging lightly at the smooth denim, “Good boy.”

Even though you were calling the shots with Jungwoo, Yukhei was calling the shots with you. Yukhei demanded that you only suck Jungwoo off and save your tight pussy for him since his dick was the only one that belonged inside of you. You weren’t one to disagree with Yukhei since he was completely right, so you listened to his demands as you tugged Jungwoo’s pants off of legs and let them pool around his ankles. Jungwoo’s face was already beginning to look fucked out as he looked down at you with hooded eyes, watching as you licked your lips to apply much needed saliva. Seconds later, you hovered over Jungwoo’s throbbing tip and pressed your tongue flat against it, groaning at the salty taste of the precum that touched your expert muscle. You heard Jungwoo hiss in pleasure as his hands gripped handfuls of the sheets next to him, keeping his eyes trained on you as you settled more comfortably on your knees to prepare to suck Jungwoo’s soul out through his cock.

“Fuck you look so hot on your knees babygirl,” Yukhei groaned as he watched you from behind Jungwoo, scooting closer to the edge to get a better view of you sucking Jungwoo off. You smirked at Yukhei as you kept eye contact with him this time, knowing how much he was enjoying watching you. You let your lips encase Jungwoo’s surprising girth, sliding all the way down his length and licking a bold stripe on the underside of his cock that had his knuckles turning white. 

A smirk found its way onto Yukhei’s face as he leaned over to Jungwoo who was trying to keep himself under control no matter how much you made him squirm in delight, “She likes it when you guide her. You wanna fuck her throat, don’t you?” Jungwoo’s jaw was clenched tight as you continued to hollow your cheeks around his length to force more precum to spill out of his slit, licking back up to collect it and run it all around his length as Jungwoo choked out, “Oh god yes. I w-wanna fuck her throat s-so bad.” Yukhei laughed at his friend’s desperation as he grabbed his hand that was gripping so tightly on the sheet and placed it on the back of your head, his fingers immediately lacing into your soft hair, “Then do it. Fuck her throat until she’s crying.”

Jungwoo’s grip on your hair got nearly as tight as the grip he had on the sheets as he pressed you further down his length, forcing his cock to the back of your throat and groaning at the way your throat collapsed whenever you gagged on him. This egged him on as he took his other hand and gripped your hair in the same way, pushing you down hard and yanking you back up at a speed that had him choking back sobs of pure pleasure while bucking his hips into your from below. The pace Jungwoo set on your throat was intense as he buried his cock deep into your throat, his head thrown back from the moistness and heat of the inside of your throat, cursing in Korean at how good your mouth felt around his cock. “You like that baby?” Yukhei spoke again, watching you with a look of intense hunger as he had his boxers thrown on the opposite end of the room, stroking himself lazily at the sight in front of him. You hummed in response as you tried to hold back another gag but were left with no choice as Jungwoo bucked himself inside of you harshly, determined to get himself to release into your mouth.

“Mmmf, ahh! She feels s-so good!” Jungwoo cried out as he continued to fuck his way down your throat, pushing you so far down his length that your nose was bumping into his toned groin. You didn’t know how much more you could take as Jungwoo was starting to give you lock jaw from how long he was lasting, opting to do something that almost always got Yukhei to release his hot cum down your throat. As a last ditch effort to get Jungwoo to cum, you took your hands and began to fondle his balls, allowing the skin to slip in between the spaces of your fingers as he continued to fuck your throat with no chance of slowing down. Jungwoo’s eyes shot open immediately at the new sensation as his grip on your hair began to loosen, indicating he was close. 

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Jungwoo begged as he threw his head back in intense desire, his hips beginning to stir underneath you the more you fondled his balls in your hand. One particular squeeze of your hand mixed with the hollowing of your cheeks around his cock sent Jungwoo spiraling as he came down your throat, groaning out something that sounded like your name. The feeling of his cum sliding down your throat surely caused another slick of moisture to pool in your expensive panties, relishing in the taste of someone that wasn’t Yukhei. Jungwoo finally let go of your hair as he fell backwards on the bed, breathing heavily as you pulled your mouth off of his hardening cock, making sure to give him one last lick to clean him off properly. You looked up at Yukhei and laughed his friend who looked absolutely drained on the bed, “Poor thing couldn’t handle me.” Yukhei’s eyes turned from light to the deepest, darkest stare as he stood up from the bed, making his way over to you like a predator sizing up his prey, “But I sure can.”

Yukhei immediately pressed himself against you, encasing you in his strong frame as his arms hooked together around your waist, taking his huge palm and sliding them to the underside of your ass to give you a harsh squeeze. A moan sprung free at the contact as his tongue fell into yours, coating your tongue in his saliva as he devoured you. “Yukhei,” You groaned out as your hands were gripping tightly on his massive shoulder blades in order to keep you on your feet by how well Yukhei was sucking the air out of you. “Mmm?” Yukhei questioned as he ghosted his lips over your still purple neck, applying tender kisses to the abused skin. You wanted to speak, but you were too weak to do so as Yukhei gave another squeeze to your ass, groaning at the feeling of his callused hands running along the smooth skin of your plush ass. 

He was an animal, kissing you like a man starved and the only way he could be fed was sucking the breath out of you with every movement of his lips. Yukhei had always been talented with his tongue, in more ways than one, but what he was really good at was finger fucking you. He knew how good he was by the way you would moan out when his fingers barely touched your clit. Yukhei smirked as he pulled his lips off of your neck, staring at you intensely as he played with your soaking entrance, pressing the tip of his digit just shallow enough for you to feel him but not acquire any pleasurable sensations. “Fuck, Yukhei. Please!” You begged, trying to grind your pussy against his stilled hand. A look of feigned innocence took over his face as Yukhei tilted his head to the side, “Please what?” “Please do something!” You asked for it.

Yukhei smirked devilishly as he shoved you on the bed behind you, stalking towards you as you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to take you. Jungwoo was still a little out of it as he picked his head up and looked at you, his pupils widening at the sight of you being so needy. “Welcome back Jungwoo. You’re just in time to watch me fuck Y/N until she’s screaming,” Yukhei said as he slipped his boxers off of his bulging thighs, turning to look at Jungwoo. “Take her panties off for me.” Jungwoo nodded as he looked over to you, you nodding at him that it was okay as he hovered over you.

Jungwoo’s hands shook along the expanse of your thighs as he gripped the expensive satin in his hands, groaning out at the sight of a wet spot pooling in the middle of them. Jungwoo’s breath became choppy as he continued to pull the panties off of you, tossing them to the side and looking at your embarrassingly wet pussy that was already pooling on the sheets below. “You seem hungry,” You teased at Jungwoo as you pushed yourself on your elbows, smirking at the look of desperation on his face. He simply nodded at you, not bothering to say a word in fear his tone of voice would sound needy, eyes still transfixed on the sight in front of him. Not a second later, Yukhei grabbed Jungwoo’s jaw and forced him to look at him, “Then eat.”

You were surprised at Yukhei’s willingness to allow Jungwoo to eat you out instead of him since Yukhei’s favorite part of anything was him devouring your pussy and feeling your juices drip down his chin, but he was full of surprises. Yukhei took to lying next to you on the bed as he continued to slide his tongue all over the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of saliva that ended around your nipples as Jungwoo dove in between your legs. The sensation of Jungwoo’s tongue playing with your clit caused you to buck your hips up instinctively, moaning out as Yukhei silenced you with placing a finger in your mouth to suck as he took care of your breasts. Jungwoo groaned into your pussy after dipping his tongue inside of you to taste you completely, hands reaching up and planting your thighs to the bed as he continued to eat you out like it was his last meal. 

As Yukhei’s tongue swirled and nipped at the skin surrounding your pert nipples and Jungwoo slid his tongue all around the inside of your pussy to collect all the juices he could on his tongue, you gripped at the sheets and felt your knuckles getting white. Yukhei looked up at you with a look of carnal need as he saw your mouth hanging open, cocking an eyebrow at you, “Do you want Jungwoo to make you cum like this? Or me?” Although Jungwoo was great at giving you oral, no one could compare to the way Yukhei completely devour you from the inside. “Y-You,” You cried out as Jungwoo’s tongue curled up to swipe along the tender skin, forcing a bead of sweat to fall down your face. Yukhei nodded as he grabbed Jungwoo’s hair, essentially yanking his tongue out of you and scolding him for being too selfish. It was Yukhei’s turn now.

Yukhei finally settled his face in between your legs, turning his head to nip at the tender skin and place more hickies on your body to match the ones on your neck. Jungwoo was tasked with watching you and comforting you at the headboard, stroking your hair carefully and offering a kind smile while Yukhei abused your pussy. Rough is an understatement when describing Yukhei. His tongue would lap up the juices of your pussy as he dipped inside of you slowly, feeling the way your walls would clench and unclench around him to allow him to continue to fuck you with his tongue. One particular swipe of his tongue caused you to reach up and grab Jungwoo’s arm, holding on for dear life while Yukhei sucked wildly on your clit, the sounds of his slurping on your clit becoming so lewd that Jungwoo was actually concerned. You assured him everything was fine until Yukhei pinned your legs down and really went to town.

“Fuck! Yukehi I can’t!” You cried as tears began to fall from your eyes, crying from the fact that Yukhei had pulled you into a second orgasm with just his tongue within minutes of each other. Jungwoo was struggling to keep you under control as he cooed at you and continued to stroke your hair while Yukhei refused to let go of your clit until it was throbbing uncontrollably against his tongue. Luckily for you, Yukhei finally left you alone as he pulled his mouth off of you, raising his head up to admire your fucked out face knowing he had done that to you. “You look so beautiful when you’re cumming baby,” Yukhei commented as he crawled up on the bed to hover over you, leaning down to give you a kiss as your juices still remained on his lips and were starting to dribble down his chin. “Doesn’t she, Jungwoo?” Jungwoo nodded at his friend’s observation, recalling how wonderful you looked with your eyes screwed tight and hands digging into his skin. “Now,” Yukhei began as he fumbled with his length that throbbed wildly against his hand, looking down at you with his darkened gaze. “Princess has to make me cum, doesn’t she?” 

Although Jungwoo really wanted to be in on fucking you into the mattress, Yukhei remained strict on his rule of not letting him inside of you. You were Yukhei’s, and Yukhei was about to show Jungwoo why. “Fuck, how are you still so tight?” Yukhei groaned as he sheathed himself completely into you, not moving just yet until you were ready in case you still had some feelings of overstimulation. You smiled cutely up at Yukhei as he grabbed onto your ankles and threw them over his shoulders, “Maybe you don’t fuck me hard enough?” That made something in Yukhei change, like flicking at switch as the grip on your ankles got tighter and he leaned closer to your face, “I don’t fuck you hard enough, huh? We’ll see.”

Yukhei grabbed each of your ankles and forced your legs apart the furthest they would go so he could completely spread you open, drawing his hips back and snapping back into you with the force of ten thousand men. The look of anger on his face from your teasing was something that frightened you as he pounded into you from above, smacking his hips against the inside of your thighs to make his point. Every thrust from him was harder than before as he had to grab onto the headboard with one of his hands to support his harsh fucking, determined on making an indent on this mattress in the shape of your body to let everyone know just how hard he fucked you.

“This better for you?” Yukhei grunted, punctuating his words with a back breaking thrust. “Am fucking you hard enough now?” Garbled noises fell from your lips as you dug your nails into his honeyed skin, dragging your nails down the skin to leave red streaks in their wake. Yukhei threw his head back from the burning sensation you gave him and leaned back on his knees to pull your ass off of the bed, plowing into you so hard that you were sure Yukhei had punctured your insides and was deeply set in your guts. “F-fuck!” You cried out as your eyes began to screw tight but were met with Yukhei’s hand gripping the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Uh uh. I want you to look at me while I fuck you this way,” Yukhei commanded as he tightened his grip on your chin, keeping you in place as he admired the way his cock would bury deep inside of your soaking and rapidly pulsing pussy. “This pussy was made for me.”

The room was filled with the sound of the headboard smacking wildly against the wall behind you, Yukhei’s animalistic grunting, your muffled screams and cries, the sound of Yukhei’s hips slamming into yours, and Jungwoo panting in the corner as he worked himself to another orgasm. Your hands struggled to find purchase on Yukhei’s skin that glistened with sweat as you could feel the coil in your stomach threatening to snap at the force Yukhei was pummeling into you, whimpering loudly whenever his cock slid against the most sensitive part of your walls. “Come on baby, cum for me!” Yukhei groaned out as he threw his head back and his hips began to stir, showing he was close. He was determined to get another orgasm out of you before he shot his seed inside of you.

As Yukhei continued to drive his cock deep inside of you, one of his hands came down in between your bodies and latched onto your still sensitive clit from his abusive oral session. He began tracing shapes into the sensitive skin at a sinful rate, flicking mercilessly against you as he desperately tried to pull you into your high. Your back left the soft silk of the mattress below you as you came hard around Yukhei’s cock without so much as a simple word from you, only nonsensical sounds coming out of you as you were left breathless underneath Yukhei’s still moving hips. The look on your face was enough to send Yukhei to his edge as he stared at your face intensely, admiring your soft features that were twisted into shapes of extreme pleasure while he finally released in side of your slick pussy, completely covering every inch of your pussy with his hot cum that slowly leaked out of you. 

You could’ve sworn your blacked out from the intense orgasm Yukhei gave you as you woke up next to him, feeling completely numb and blissfully euphoric as your head lay on his bare chest. Yukhei leaned down and placed a tender kiss to your head as he greeted you from your nap. “How long was I out?” You questioned, picking your head up to get a better look of him since he was so goddamn beautiful with his after sex glow. “Not as long as him, apparently,” Yukhei joked as he flicked his head in the direction of Jungwoo being passed out with his softened cock in his hand and a thin layer of cum surrounding his hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of you, not thinking that Jungwoo could pass out for that long. To be fair, he was put through two orgasms so you’ll cut him some slack. “Also,” Yukhei’s deep voice rang out over the dull music of the club. “I’m not helping him clean up.”

[kihuix]

something new - part xv

⤖ you’ve always liked lucas. but when him and his roommate decide to battle for your affection, you start to wonder who it is you really feel yourself falling for, and who might actually like you for more than his own bragging rights.

a/n: ignore time stamps

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[jameui]

ANGEL

Requested

PAIRING: Wong Yukhei x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Lucas is a flirt, death, not properly proofread

SUMMARY: You were madly in love with the one and only Wong Yukhei and you thought maybe a few changes in yourself would help him see what's he'd been missing in you. I mean it is what you've seen in movies and stories, right?

PLAYLIST:

CLINTON KANE - I Guess I'm In Love

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER - Amnesia

SAM SMITH, DEMI LOVATO - I'm Ready

LEWIS CAPALDI - Hold Me While You Wait

CONAN GRAY - Heather

CHRISTINA PERRI - Thousand Years

LANY - heart won't let me

JEREMY ZUCKER, CHELSEA CUTLER - you were good to me

TAYLOR SWIFT - Safe and Sound

To say you had a crush on the school's prince would be an understatement. Heck, you were head over heels for the male. If you were to describe how much you really love him, you'd say 'I'd give the whole world to this man if I could', you'd even give up almost everything if he asked you to. That's just how madly in love you were for the senior.

You don't understand why you fall for handsome guys so quickly, even to those you know you won't get a chance to be with. It's not like you do have a chance with anyone of them, but that's besides the point. You were a new student in the school just a year ago and look at where you are now, staring in awe at the male who was playing basketball with his friends. Every lunch break you would forget about the food you prepared until it grew cold from watchinf the most handsome male you have ever seen in your entire life. You sometimes wonder whether he swings that way, but you can already see that the male was as straight as a pencil.

Your 'little crush' for Lucas is so obvious, it sometimes becomes a talk of their group during water breaks. Just like now. As the 5-member basketball team chose to take a small break, they started to walk their way to the bench near the bleachers drinking their waters away.

"Hey, Lucas. Looks like your admirer's staring at you, again." One of Lucas' friends told him making the said male roll his eyes and scoffed.

"I knew I got the feeling that somebody's watching me." Lucas mumbled, uncapping the water bottle and drank it all in one gulp. Lucas was also aware of the feelings you have for him, but he didn't like the way you had feelings for him. It was weird and didn't quite feel right. Guys don't fall for other guys, right?

Jungwoo, Lucas' best friend among the group spoke out after he had drank his water. "He looks a little cute, though."

Lucas stared at the male like he was a lunatic, glaring his eyes at him. He didn't like the words that came out his mouth. "Stop saying that, Jungwoo."

Jungwoo shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanted to say something that's not negative. I mean, he's not even doing anything to hurt you."

Lucas crossed his arms and puts all his weight onto one foot. "Right, but he always embarrass me with all these little stunts he tries to pull off." Lucas pointed out, Jungwoo looking at him with a raised brow.

"You're the one who embarrasses him with all your inconsiderate jokes." Jungwoo spat back, that made Lucas scoff in disbelief. Before things get out of hand, Taeyong broke off the growing tension by raising his hand and shouting his name out.

"What?" The group looked at Taeyong as he stared into nothing and brought his hand back down.

"I just remembered something." Taeyong answered with no expression on his face at all. "But, I don't want to tell y'all."

Meanwhile as they were talking, your thoughts were broken when your friends startled you when they yelled your name in your. You immediately covered your ears and looked at them with a small glare. "Kim Minjeong! How many do I have to tell you to stop doing that?! God, my ear is still fucking ringing."

Minjeong, or some may know as, Winter, the instagram goddess, rolled her eyes at you and slapped your shoulders lightly. "Always so dramatic, M/n." She said before crossing her arms with a smile, seeing you try to ease the ringing in your ear.

"Cut him some slack, Winter." Jimin, or Karina as she likes to be called, told Winter who only pouted and sat down on her chair beside you. "He was daydreaming about Lucas, again." Karina joked your friends bursting into fits of laughter making you glare at them.

"Giselle, do something." You pleaded at her, but knowing her she's never gonna pick your side.

"Oh, no. I'm good, M/n. I'm with them on this one." Giselle laughed with them, you looking at your last hope, Ningning who immediately stopped laughing once both your eyes met with each other. You gave her pleading eyes as she cleared her throat and gained the girls' attention.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the moment she looked at you once more she bursted out laughing again, the others going at it as well. You huffed angrily and slumped down on your seat. Every time this happened, you just felt so humiliated. You knew they were just messing around with you, but you think it's not really funny to make fun of your hopeless dreams.

Winter was the first one to notice your distress and calmed down from her laughing wiping a stray tear from the side of her eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder only for you to shove off. It took her aback and the other girls, too who immediately realized they had gone too far with their teasing. They were ganging up on you, who was helpless given that the girls were laughing at you. "M/n, sorry—"

"You should be." You huffed, feeling your tears water, not enough to make you cry, but just enough to make your vision turn into a blur. "It's not easy being stuck in a body with so much flaws." You said side-eyeing them. "And just look at you four, you're given beauty and all things bright, while I was left with nothing. It hurts even more that my only friends were one of the people who likes to make feel so self-conscious."

Karina widened her eyes and got up from her seat to approach you, feeling guilt eat her whole. "What? No. M/n. We're not trying to embarrass you—"

"But it was. One way or another." You cut her off, looking back outside catching Lucas' eyes that was watching you. You flinched and hid behind your back. "Fuck, enough drama. I just made eye contact with the Wong Yukhei."

"WHAT?!" They exclained in unison as you nodded your head, all squealing in delight.

"You need to talk to him." Ningning pushed you, but something was irking you in the pit of your stomach. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

"I dunno, Ning. It always leads to disaster when I try to talk to him. I—" As you were talking, a loud commotion happened outside specifically screams and whistling was heard, as your group went outside to check what it was all about.

It was Lucas and his friends just... walking. Karina rolled her eyes in annoyance. "So, even when they're basically just walking it still a big deal."

"Sh, sh. Shut up. Lucas is so daddy material." You shushed Karina as you gave hearty eyes to Lucas who was exchanging glances with every girl he sees and gives them a small wink and compliment. You sighed dreamily and got back inside your classroom plopping yourself down on your chair. "He's so dreamy."

"Lucas? No. He's a flirt and a widely known heartbreaker." Giselle rolled here eyes and sat dowm on her chair, cross-legged. "What did you even see in him, though? He's too straight for my liking."

You smiled to yourself and wondered, what did he actually have that made you fall for him? You looked at Giselle and smiled wider. "His big dick energy vibes." You giggled.

"Him? I don't think the words 'big dick' describe him well. It's a different story with his attitude, though." Giselle chuckled, turning down your assumptions about him.

"You.. you have a point." You replied.

The noise soon died down and the classes went back on which you obviously dreaded so much, since you slept through the whole afternoon from how bored you were and how much you hated the subject. Karina was the perfect cover, since she would always try her best to hide you when you fell asleep in class, but only if you'd do the same to her when the same thing happens to her. You'd even exchange seats when needed.

Later, your classes had finished, with you sleeping through all of it, Giselle kind enough to let you copy her notes. "You better not do anything stupid with it." She pointed at you as you smiled.

"Don't you trust me enough?" You tutted your tongue and Giselle only raised you a brow. You groaned in reply, before chuckling at how they never found the courage to trust you anymore. "Goodness, yeah. I won't do anything with it."

"Good. Now I have to go. Service is on the way." Giselle announced as she hoisted her school bag over her shoulders and nods your way before she left. She waved goodbye at you four, giving her the same in reply.

You clasped your hands together and looked at your friends. "Well, I'll also be heading out, I still have a lot of work to do." You chuckled and grabbed your backpack letting it hang on your shoulder with one strap. "Bye, guys." You waved them goodbye and left for home.

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Upon your arrival, you immediately took a quick shower, got changed into a much more comfortable clothes and plopped yourself on your bed and checked your phone. You looked at your messaging app and saw that Lucas was active. You felt yourself purse your lips as a smile crept its way up to your face. "Should I chat him?" You thought for a second before dropping your phone on your bed and shook your head. "Nah. That'd probably be only become a new story for him to tell behind my back." You replied to yourself, having had enough with all the names you get from other students.

You got up from your bed and moved to your desk to take down notes or rather copy the notes Giselle wrote down on her notebook. As soon as you opened her notebook, all you could ever think was how neat her handwriting was. "Pretty." She always puts designs and headers on her notes which makes it hard for you not to read.

You let out a small chuckle first before you started to jot down notes on your own notebook, once in a while looking at Giselle's notebook.

You weren't a one of the striving students to work their ass off to get the perfect grade a parent wants their child to have. Your only goal was to be able to make the cut. You don't know what's so important with grades that people worry over it.

As you started to notice the time tick away, you were able to think of finally eating. It has already been a long time since you last a complete meal, mainly since you tried to lose weight because you thought it would impress Lucas and you'd finally be able to catch his attention, but you were so wrong when his treatment towards you never changed. He continued to despise you and showed not mutual interest. Everytime you sparked up a conversation with him, he'd only reply with something cold or sometimes even snarky that'd immediately shut you up.

You paused your writing activity and got downstairs to eat a snack. Unfortunately, there was nothing left on the table, but a pitcher of warm water. You sighed and heard your stomach grumble. "I'll buy some bread. Hope that satisfies my hunger a bit." You moved back upstairs to your room and took some of your saved allowance to use it in buying the bread.

You got outside of your house making sure to lock it before you finally head out. As you did, a very familiar voice called out to you. "M/n?"

Your attention was successful caught as you looked back at the person who called your name. You smiled seeing that it was one of Lucas' friends, Jungwoo. "Oh, Jungwoo-sunbae. Good afternoon."

Jungwoo chuckled and smiled as well in reply. "Oh, please drop the honorifics and just call me Jungwoo. Didn't I tell you that already? You just don't listen, do you?" He joked.

You laughed awkwardly and scratched your nape. "Can I at least call you hyung? I'd feel terrible if I don't do so."

Jungwoo considered for a second before he nodded his head with a smile that showed his pearly white teeth. "Sure. I actually don't mind what you prefer to call me." Jungwoo told you.

You started to get out of your front porch and ran to Jungwoo, hugging him by his side the slightly taller male wrapping his arm around your waist. Damn, you just don't know how much he loves doing that. You don't know how much he loves meeting you just so you'd hug him. He'd find any way just to get to talk to you, even if all you two, well you mostly, talk about is Lucas and no one else, but Lucas.

He doesn't get jealous when all your eyes ogle at is Lucas. His only want is to see you smiling, even if it wasn't for him. Even if it wasn't him who was the reason behind your every smile. "What brings you here, hyung? God, I still need some getting used to it." You said, then looked up at the male with a small smile.

"I was about to buy some bread. Little sister won't stop bothering me unless I bought it for her." Jungwoo sighed.

You chuckled and broke away from the hug. "Winter, as usual. I'm headed to the bakery, too. Let's go together." Jungwoo ruffled your hair and nodded.

"I'm glad your getting your stomach stuffed, again." Jungwoo pointed out, which you just smiled to.

"Well, I guess it's the only way to get my ownself back after accepting the fact that Lucas can never love me back." You said as you both started to walk to the bakery shop.

Jungwoo was hurt, not because he was jealous, but he felt the same pain you were feeling. He knew you could never reciprocate the same feeling he felt for you, since all that's filling your head is Lucas. Nothing, but Lucas.

....Okay, maybe he is a tad bit Jealous.

Although, it hurts him to see you getting all loyal like a dog to Lucas when all he's ever done to you was to treat you like a street child or trash as though you were not human. He'd humiliate you and all Jungwoo could ever do was watch, afraid that his friendship with Lucas will end. Feeling guilty, Jungwoo sighed running his fingers through his hair. "M/n, Sorry."

You, confused, glanced up at him and asked him. "For what?"

Jungwoo sighed once again, trying to gather all the courage left in him. He had a lot, by the way, but when it comes to you, all of it seems to just dissipate. Poof, gone like a bubble. "You know, for.. just letting Lucas humour you?"

Your mouth formed an 'o', nodding your head ever so slightly. "Psh, you don't have to apologize for that. He's just a real jerk."

Jungwoo raised you a brow. "And yet you still have a crush on him?"

"Uh, yeah. I only said that because it was true, duh." You said and later you two arrived at the bakery shop buying the types of bread you wanna eat. "Hyung, you should try this. It tastes very delicious despite its appearance. Guess that's why it's called 'Ugly Bread'." You laughed. "At least it makes up for its flavor."

You two were, now headed back to your house and as soon as you got back, Jungwoo waved goodbye at you waiting just outside your porch to make sure you were safe until you disappeared from his sight. He left all the while smiling to himself at how cute you looked with cartoon themed pajamas. The memory becoming a chief event in his head.

As soon as you got back, you're phone was reconnected to the internet and you heard it go iff a few times as you took it out of your pants' pocket. You saw that it was a text coming from Ningning. "What could this be?"

You opened it and saw the text messaged was a news about Lucas. Thinking it was a good news, you went to scroll up and read the past chats only to receive yhe news that Lucas had gotten into an accident. "WHAT?!" You almost spat out the milk you were drinking from the shock you felt. It did get you a small sigh of relief when it was announced that Lucas was doing just fine. "Thank goodness."

The following day, though you'd expect that the usual day would happen, but it seemed awfully quiet except for the occasional whispers and loud gossips you heard in the hallways. You'd think they were all about Lucas, which was one event where you were right, except it wasn't about the common topic you were usually hearing.

"Oh my gosh. Have you seen his face already? It's so horrible!"

'What? Horrible? Well, that man had a face of a god, how can it be horrible?' You thought to yourself and saw Jungwoo who looked too frantic trying to call for someone on the phone.

You gripped the strap of your bag tighter and walked closer to Jungwoo who groans silently when his calls gets rejected. "Jungwoo-hyung." You put on a smile while you called the older male's name, grabbing his attention as he gave you the same genuine smile pocketing his phone inside one of his pockets. The male suddenly felt all his worries evaporate into thin air the moment he saw your happiness inducing figure. As soon as you got close enough to him you gave him your question. "Where's Lucas-sunbae?"

"That's actually what I'm trying to find the answer to. He was the one I was calling and I did for a lot of times already." Jungwoo sighed, one hand on his waist the other pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Lucas was just too caught up with his fame he couldn't even accept the skin flaw that was now on his face, caused by the accident he got involved.

"Was he alright though? Did he experience any injuries? I heard it takes a very long time to heal. Maybe he should have stayed in the hospital, wait, did he come to school, by the way?" You said all in one go,never taking a pause to breathe. Jungwoo blinked his eyes several times before he inhaled deeply and nodded his head. "He should have rested."

"There weren't any major injuries, except the wound that was for sure enough to make a permanent scar on his left eye." Jungwoo replied. "He was drunk driving when I basically told him that night not to drive when he was drunk and now, he's blaming it all on me."

"Well, that's not very nice." You said.

"Right?" Jungwoo heaved out a small huff and crossed his arms. He looked at you and wondered if he should tell you. For a second, he thought he shouldn't, but what weird reasons would there be to not tell you, right? "He actually lost one eye on that accident."

"What?! Oh, no, poor, sunbae..." You pouted and told Jungwoo in determination. "I'm gonna go find him. He won't be that far from here." You said and started your search for Lucas.

People thought you were just as weird as ever, still trying to be worried of a hideous looking person by looking for him. These people were the ones who's weird in the head. They now saw Lucas differently only because he had a huge wound on his face and had one empty eye socket. For pete's sake, he's still a human not a broken phone for you to just throw away when you don't want it anymore.

As your search continued, there was only one more place where you didn't look. The rooftop. "Damn it. If he's in there, I'm asking the world what the fuck is up with people and school rooftops. Why there out of so many places?" You tut your tongue and went up the small stairs that lead up to the rooftop.

You finally made it to the door and hesitantly placed your hand on the door knob before turning it to open the door. The wooden door gave out a small squeak once you opened it and there you saw Lucas who was curled up into a ball, head buried in his knees. You silently closed the door behind you and approached the male as quiet as possible before you sat a decent distance beside him. "Lucas—"

"Don't call me that." He cut you off, head still buried in between his knees his voice sounding a little nasally, making it obvious that he had been crying.

You felt pity for the older male as you tried to move a little closer. "Yukhei-sunbae? Are you alright?" You asked him,but the male just kept his head low.

"No, now stop talking to me." He replied with anangry tone making you furrow your brows.

"I wasn't planning to. I just wanna stay right here until you're ready to talk. I'll be like your personal teddy bear that gives you comfort." You smiled, fully knowing that he won't be able to see it, but the thought of having the only decent conversation with him made your heart flip.

He groaned and lifted his head up, rolling his eye only to place his head back down. "Shut up, femboy."

"Does it ever hurt you to try and say my name?" You knitted your brows, feeling a bit disappointed and angry at the same time. Sure, you wanted to understand his situation, but would you be able to do so when he's been like this since the day you met him?

Lucas was engulfed with nothing, but air until he softly replied. "...no."

You were both filled with silence, until Lucas decided that he should go already. You were there and if he wanted his problems to be solved, this was not gonna work. You looked up, but you didn't want to stop him which he actually found surprising since it was common for someone to stop them if they were leaving, but not in this case. Lucas had already left the place and was a few distance away from where he were before when he halted his action.

Lucas didn't feel bothered, but he was just a little curious, so he clicked his tongue and like a child pouted, walked back inside the school's rooftop and sat back down beside you. You looked back at him and smiled. "You.. were not gonna stop me?"

"I was, but then, I kinda thought I was breaking your personal space so it was my fault." You reasoned out, seating in an angel position.

"Don't blame yourself." Lucas said, his expression never changing, but the coldness in them never left his features. "I'm actually happy someone came to find me." Lucas said while he had his head hung low. Now, he felt so guilty for the way he treated you when he realized the intentions behind every action of yours towards him was because you actually cared for him and you still do even when people was goinf against him.

"Jungwoo was calling your phone, but you didn't accept every single one of it." You told him with a small chuckle.

You were both blanketed over with silence again, not until Lucas tried to break the ice. "C-can I tell you something? You know as, uhm, my personal teddy bear?" You snapped your head at him quite shocked, your reaction making him blush bashfully and feel a little embarrassed. "I-I mean, that is what you said. So you better do your work properly." Lucas huffed, you laughing in reply. He didn't talk for a whole minute before you gave him a nod. He sighed and brought his hands down to clasp them together. "I never told this anyone before, but, you know I may have a lot of friends and people who adore me, but every time I still felt so lonely, like I was all alone and felt so empty on the inside. Know what I mean?"

"Kinda. Continue."

"It feels like, I am missing a very important piece in my life that I somehow lost since a long time ago." Lucas looked down while fidgeting with his fingers.

"Sunbae, you may have had everything, but—"

"I had everything!" Lucas cut you off, feeling frustrated. "And if it weren't for that god darn accident I wouldn't be getting this fucking scar!" Lucas groaned in annoyance, wishing he had just died in that accident than to live a life where everyone hates him. "I just wish I have—"

You fully knowing what he'd say next you decided to not let him continue and cut him off mid sentence. "I want to adopt a dog, but mother's allergic to animal fur!" You screamed on the top of your lungs to let all the negative energy disappear.

Lucas looked at you with knitted brows. "What?"

You sighed through your nose and glance up at him, then huffed. "That scar... to me, it is a symbol, sunbae," You said with a grin forming on your face. "A symbol of how strong you really are. Hell, you survived an accident that caused death to a million of people. You were so lucky! May they rest in peace." You mumbled the last sentence, Lucas' brows being pulled together even more. Your attention was brought back down to the floor, playing with your fingers you exhaled deeply. "I know we really don't know each other well. You hate me, I like you, but hey, even when all is lost, you'd still have me to stay by your side." You chuckled and playfully punched the side of Lucas shoulder. "On the plus side, if it weren't for that scar you wouldn't be able to know who would've stayed by your side and who didn't." You smiled.

Lucas was moved by your small speech, feeling his heart soften for the younger male. "Yeah..."

As you two were about to leave, Lucas stopped you taking you aback. "What is it, sunbae?"

"Just... call me Lucas." He told you which made you smile and squeal before you skipped your way to your classroom and sighed in happiness as you waited for your four gurl friends to arrive since you have a lot of things to tell them.

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Days have passed, turning into weeks, that turned into months and nothing much really changed except that you became the once school prince's best friend, second to Jungwoo, of course. "Lucas!" You called out to the male with a wave of your hand and a wide toothy smile, Lucas in the middle of punching a boy's face for talking bad about you, his best friend.

Lucas turned to look at you and pulled the sides of his lips upwards until it reached to the heavens. "Angel!" Lucas dropped the male to the ground and opened his arms for yourself to throw at him. You ran to him and threw yourself intohis arms as he caught you in between them and spun you around as if you were the lightest thing in the planet. "How was your weekend?"

You giggled as he puts you back down and you look up at him. "It was fine and look. I got you something." You told him and took something out of your bag. "Ta-da!" It was a black leather eye patch. It wasn't much, but Lucas loved it. It did come from you. If was somebody else, he wouldn't take it. "I know it's too simple, but I was thinking of you when I bought this. I just thought maybe you wanted to get rid of those patches on your eye." You giggled and stood on your tippy toe to place it on him.

Lucas noticed how you were having a hard time to let him wear the eye patch, so he bent his knees down a little you thanking him right after. Simply, he could have just taken it from you and let hinself di the wearing, but letting you do it just makes it look so sweet and cute. And he loved every second bit of it. "There." You said once you were finished.

Lucas smiled down at you and messed up your perfectly styled hair. "I love it, M/n." He said which made you giggle.

"Well, well, if it weren't my two favorite lovebirds." Jungwoo's voice came from behind you as you felt your smile get wider and ran up to the male and hugged him. "How've you been, babe?" Jungwoo asked you with his sweet gentle voice placing a small kiss on your lips right after. Your small hands pulled him closer as you buried your face on his chest.

Lucas rolled his eyes at the sight of you two being all lovey dovey in front of him. "Hey, hey. No PDA allowed."

"I didn't interrupt you when you were kissing—"

"KIM JUNGWOO!" You both laughed at Lucas as he turned into a blushing mess.

All things may have been fun with you three and your friends...

During the night after your date with Jungwoo, you were walking home. "M/n." Jungwoo softly called your name holding your hand as he walked you home. You turned to look at him as he had his held down.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You asked him feeling concerned.

"Baby, are you still inlove with Lucas?" Jungwoo asked you all of a sudden that got you shaking your head vigorously to deny his assumptions.

You held his hand tighter, cupping his face with one hand using it so he'd face you. "No, no. Jungwoo, you're the one I—"

Jungwoo stopped in his tracks and so did you. "I don't want you lying, M/n." Jungwoo told you with so much tenderness to the point that it hurts you. "I know you don't intend to hurt me, M/n... but, if you keep giving me false hopes it'd give me so much pain thinking I actually had a chance with you." Jungwoo said, his voice cracking as tears started to build up in his eyes.

"Babe, wait a minute. No, please don't cry. That's not true." You tried to word with him, but the more you spoke the more his tears started swelling up in his eyes.

"I'm giving you this chance, M/n. To make a choice." Jungwoo told you with a smile that broke your heart into a million pieces. You really loved Jungwoo, truly you did. But, you just can't help, but admit that Lucas just has a special place in your heart that you won't be able to get rid of. You really did love Jungwoo, but why is it that your head was always thinking about Lucas?

"I don't want to force you to love me, M/n. So choose, M/n. Me..." He trailed off looking at your eyes with his teary eyes. "...or Lucas?"

You let out a stressed sigh and felt your eyes quiver in fear and guilt, seeing that the male who loved you the fullest was getting his heart broken by you. "I..." You uttered out, but not even a proper word was made. You could only stutter as you got tight-lipped, your tongue getting tied. "J-Jungwoo.." You heard Jungwoo sigh in defeat, realizing he had nothing to compete with Lucas as his grip on your hand loosened letting go of it, a sign that he's setting you free. Though he did, you didn't want him to let you go. "Jungwoo—"

"Please, M/n. I don't want you to be sad for me because I'm hurt. Instead, please be happy that I'm letting you goand setting you free."Jungwoo smiled, alas letting all the tears fall down his cheeks beginning to walk away from you.

Your hands tried to reach out for him, but you knew that he needed space. He needed to move on from you. Trying to make use of the chance Jungwoo gave, so it doesn't go all to waste you made a decision to tell Lucas, how you feel. Once all this pain and regret in your heart to pass away. You soon started to walk the rest of the way to your home.

You wished you hadn't just dated Jungwoo out of pity. You loved Jungwoo so, so bad and that's a fact, but everytime Lucas came into the room all you could ever think of was him. Your mind gets occupied with thoughts about him. Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. Lucas here, Lucas there. You had thought your feelings for Lucas had already disappeared, but with every passing minute that you're with Lucas your just keeps on beating for that man and you fall even deeper for him, over and over again.

You started to stop thinking all about this and thought of things that you should do to work things out with Jungwoo, but everything became a blur as your surroundings started fade and all you heard was your name repeatedly being called and a man shaking you awake from where you laid until everything turned black and everything disappeared.

WORLD'S POINT OF VIEW

Jungwoo bawled his eyes out, hands and clothes coated with crimson colored liquid that he got when he held your body as you lay unconscious in his arms in the streets as he tried to stop your bleeding head from seeping out too much blood before you got an ambulance. He sat inside with you inside the ambulance, trying to surpress his sobs, but every time he did it just hurted him even more. "M/n, I'm so sorry." He held your hand softly and caressed it softly as he hiccuped and sobbed loudly. "Please. Wake up."

You were placed on a stretcher and was now being rushed to the Emergency Room, Jungwoo being told to stay outsidend wait. Just minutes ago, Jungwoo had called Lucas and just as Jungwoo cried by himself Lucas came bursting inside the hospital and ran to Jungwoo. "Where is he, Jungwoo?" Tears threatened to fall from his eye as he held onto the side Jungwoo's arms receiving no answer from him. "I asked you a question, Jungwoo, where is he?!" He screamed, while his eye was now bloodshot, a single tear falling from his eye. Lucas cursed and lets go of Jungwoo as he angrily stomped his foot on the floor. "Fuck!"

A few minutes later, the doctor came out for the results the two males standing up from their seats. The doctor looked at them removing his glasses and shook his head silently. Lucas in disbelief, moved past the doctor all the nurses trying to stop him from entering. "L/n M/n! You better open those eyes and wake the fuck up!" Lucas yelled at you as loud as he can, his eye letting all the tears fall down as he continued to thrash and make a ruckus, screaming on the top of his lungs, his voice cracking every single time, his breathe hitching as he endlessly sobbed and wailed. "Wake up, M/n! Wake up!" Lucas screamed giving all his all to break free from the barrier of nurses that was blocking him.

"Lucas... You're making a scene.." Jungwoo who also now had his cheeks stained with tears told Lucas as he sniffed.

"No! I won't leave her unless M/n wakes up!" Lucas mourned and cried, soon being able to get free from the hold the nurses had on him and ran to you, crying loudly with every last tears he had in him. He held your cold body in his arms, holding you so tightly his tears dripoing down your now lifeless body. "M/n... I need you to wake up for me, yeah?" Lucas bit his lips and tried to hold back his sobs. "M/n, please." Lucas begged and begged, pulling you closer to him the hospital that was once filled with silence, now was filled with Lucas' loud wails and cries. "Please..."

The next day, once your friends was able to receive the news all they could ever do was burst into tears and tried so hard to get you back. They prayed and prayed to the heavens to give your life back to you. Your parents and your past classmates who have heard about the news felt so sullen and sorrowful. All they could ever think if was the times you have saved them from the depths of their misery, the moments you have kept your promise to be there by their sides, and how good you were to them no matter what they have done to you. Your door was always open to everyone who wanted to enter. You were like a walking home to them since they always felt so safe and protected when you were around and now that you're gone, the home that took care of them and let anyone enter inside has disappeared.

Lucas who you have brought so much impact in his life suffered the most. He treated you like the mother he never had. You were always there for him when he needed you the most. You always brought to him the kindest treatment you could ever give a person. You treated him like your son, like your sweet, handsome prince. "M/n.." He sniffed.

"I should have told you at least once, I love you."

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Lost in Hollywood (Part 1) | Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Summary: Your husband Lucas is trying to make it big in Hollywood. But you have a secret which might break you up for good…

Genre: Husband!Lucas, Actor!Lucas, Angst 

Word Count: 1.3k

Gif: @jungsungchans​

Part 1 ⭐️ | Part 2 | Part 3

You watched your husband of four years tuck in to his steak and chips. 

It was the most relaxed you’d seen him in days. If only you felt that calm. 

What you’d learned that morning had your nerves sparking like live wires. But you couldn’t tell Lucas. Not tonight. 

A smudge of barbecue sauce sat like a brushstroke on Lucas’s chin, but he was enjoying his food too much to notice. His entire focus was on savouring every bite. 

No wonder he was hungry; you'd been eating bread and butter for a week to afford this. But he was living in the moment. That was important, wasn’t it? 

Revealing your secret would relieve your stress, but what would it do to Lucas? Send him right over the edge, that’s what. 

You exhaled and tried to smile. It was your fourth wedding anniversary. Since moving to L.A., you hadn’t had a lot of reasons to celebrate.

You should have been sipping fine champagne and laughing recklessly at your good fortune. But fine champagne wasn’t your reality. 

Hollywood was to blame. 

If the city had welcomed Lucas with open arms instead of stinging punches, sharing your news wouldn't be so nerve-wracking. 

How you wished things would change for Lucas. Even with the voracious eating, he was the sexiest man in the restaurant. The sweetest too.

You couldn’t believe you were the lucky one he fell for all those years ago. 

The first time you saw Lucas was by your high school locker. You’d dropped your folder and were standing motionless as your papers drifted across the floor. 

Lucas was opening his locker a few down from yours, his firm teenage biceps flexing as he spun the dial. 

His dark hair fell across his eyes, and he brushed it aside before suddenly turning to you. All you saw was decadent caramel.  

Your heart hammered as he bent over to gather your papers. 

“I think these are yours,” he said, a smile lingering on his lips. 

You looked into his cocoa eyes, and your legs became jelly. “Thanks,” you said in a hoarse whisper. 

“You’re welcome. I’m Lucas.” 

“Y/n.” You gathered yourself. “You’re new here.” 

“I am. Maybe you can show me around after school.” 

That was six years ago. 

After four years of marriage and two kids, Lucas still made you want to jump into bed with him and never leave. 

That’s what got us into this predicament, you thought. 

Lucas swiped a napkin across his plump lips. “You’re not eating much, darlin’. Is your burger okay?”

“Yes! It’s good. Delicious,” you added, taking a quick bite to prove it. “I’m just enjoying this alone time with you.” 

“Me too. We need more nights out, don’t we?” 

“That would be nice,” you murmured. 

But that wasn’t going to happen. Oh dear. 

A wave of nausea rolled through your stomach. How long could you keep the news from him? 

A hopeful smile lit Lucas’s face. “I can’t wait for the day I can quit this damn bartending job. I swear, if I never have to make another martini, I’ll die a happy man.” 

“I want that for you too,” you said earnestly. “You work so hard for us. Maybe it’s time I got a job... I’m still good at drawing, I could look into jobs in graphic design?” 

Hmm. Your mind began gnawing at the possibility. Lucas wasn’t the only one who could make money. 

“You don’t have to, babe. You’re busy enough with the kids. Don’t add more to your plate.” 

Too late, anyway. Your mind travelled back to twelve hours ago. When you squatted on the cold bathroom floor and watched two blue lines appear on your pregnancy test. 

Baby Number Three. 

You’d never experienced pure joy and pure fear at the same time. Another baby! One more mouth to feed! 

Lucas lifted his glass, his smile straightening. “To you, Y/n. I love you more each day.” 

You touched your glass to his, eyes locked. You knew Lucas meant it with all his heart. That’s why you’d accepted his proposal at just eighteen.  

“I love you, too, Lucas Wong. And…” you added, confidence surging in your heart, “here’s to our babies.” 

You studied his face, searching for a glimmer of reassurance, anything. 

“To all of us.” 

You clinked glasses again, but Lucas quickly reached for his vibrating phone. 

He slid it from the pocket of his jeans and held it up. “I’ve gotta take this. It’s Gayathri.” 

You waved a hand at him. “Go on. It could be important.” 

Gayathri was his agent and his direct link to fame and fortune. 

It seemed like yesterday that you waved goodbye to your parents from Lucas’s blue Ford pickup truck. The backseat was filled with your worldly goods, and your hearts were filled with dreams. 

Lucas had been chasing his dream for four years now. Time had inhaled those years with virtually nothing to show for it. 

Oh, he’d worked as an extra in plenty of movies, but you’d come to learn that extra work was a long, dull stop on the road to nowhere. 

You remember when Lucas got his first proper role as a cop on Prison Break. You dusted off the bottle of wedding champagne and chilled it on ice. 

You were certain that was the night your daughter Mari had been conceived. 

And Teddy was born just seven months ago. Your angel boy with Lucas’s chocolate eyes. Goodness! The next child would arrive before Teddy was even two. 

You were already living paycheck to paycheck. If prospects didn’t change for you and Lucas soon, you’d be in deep trouble.  

An ugly thought slid into your mind. You weren’t the only guilty one - it took two to make a baby. 

Lucas strolled back in, and you smiled at the look on his face. 

“What did your agent say?” 

“Remember how I sent in my audition tape for Brooklyn Nine-Nine last Wednesday?” 

“How could I forget? I love that show!” You smiled. 

“Well, I thought nothing came from it, since a whole week had passed…” Despite Lucas’s efforts to hide his excitement, a silly grin clung to his face. “But I have a callback on Friday!”

Without warning, your eyes filled with tears. 

You tried to blink them back, but one was already blazing a trail down your cheek. Swiping it away, you smiled. “That’s amazing!” 

Lucas tilted his head and looked at you, his dark brows furrowed. “Why the tears, babe?” 

“They’re happy tears. I promise. It’s really good news.” 

He raised a brow. “I’m going to get this one for us, okay?” 

Lucas thought you’re crying because you were afraid he wouldn’t get the part. God, if only he knew what your real fears were… 

“I’m so proud of you, Lucas.” You lifted your hands, clasping them in front of you. “I’m just emotional because it’s our anniversary. And I love you – so much.” 

Lucas touched a hand to your cheek. “I would marry you again today.” 

“You too, baby.” 

Lucas smoothed one crumpled bill after another onto the plastic tray. You looked away; you didn’t need to see him cursing at the price. 

Laying his sexy gaze on you, he stepped from his chair and took your hand. 

“Since we’re already married, let’s skip right to the honeymoon.” He winked. 

Desire made your stomach flip as you rushed from the restaurant. 

In the taxi home, you kept your secret buried deep down as you pressed your mouth onto Lucas’s.

Everything would be fine, you reassured yourself. 

It had to be.

Read Part 2 here.