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neokollection · 8 years ago

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Okay, so here’s the dealio Don’t ask me what the fuck these are I’m just dumping these unfinished things on you guys bc just looking at them stresses me out kek Just a collection of a bunch of half-done stories [and a couple bulleted ideas], and all stop before the smut part bc that’s the hardest part. Anyway, you guys can do whatever, if you want to finish writing these yourselves go ahead, or just imagine whut comes next^^ P.S. Yes, there is 1 Yoongi story at the end & Jeonghan one hidden.

-Admin Finn

A murmur sounded from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to find your fiancé mumbling in his sleep. You smiled to yourself, watching his soft lips murmur. A light sheen of sweat had collected on his forehead and neck, his flawless skin glinting in the dim room. You sat up, pushing the heavy quilt from him. You inspected his handsome face, leaning down to dab at his forehead and neck with the sleeve of your sweater. You watched as he swallowed thickly, his dry lips whispering your name. Leaning down, you placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Glancing down, his taut chest rose rhythmically. Next, your devious gaze traveled to the swell in his briefs. Carefully, you crept closer, your small hand ghosting over the dark band of his briefs.

Can I get a sadistic!Doyoung smut based on how your post describes him in bed? Lots of orgasm denial and just a really dom Doyoung bc that boi a fREAK

His hands gently stirred under your shirt, his nails gently grazing your ribs.

“Honey” he murmured quietly, pulling you closer.

You hummed in question, ignoring the quiet droning of the television.

“Can we play?”

You tensed at his words, memories of your last time in bed with him erupting a mixture of emotions. His soft lips trailed over your exposed neck, an endearing gesture.

“Last time-”

“It won’t be like last time” he assured, his warm palms gliding over your abdomen.

“I didn’t like it” you muttered.

“I know-” he began, pressing chaste kisses to your neck.

---

You whimpered, your trembling figure twisted in the dark sheets. His figure loomed over your own, the dim room softly illuminating his dark features. You cried loudly as he slapped your exposed heat.

---

Your lithe fingers threaded through his red tresses. Doyoung groaned lowly, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the juncture of your neck before clasping your delicate skin between his soft lips.

His brows knit together, small beads of perspiration gathering at his temples. Concerned, you reached for his discarded shirt from the edge of the bed. You frowned, carefully adjusting yourself on the bed, dabbing at his hot skin gently. You glanced over his shoulder, reading the time.

7:12

He murmured quietly, stirring beneath the covers. Softly, you called his name, brushing his thick fringe from his forehead. Taeyong snuggled close, his warm cheek flush with your chest.

“Honey-”

He murmured in response, his lips ghosting over your flushed skin.

---

You awoke, the shallow breathing against your chest making you stir gently. You glanced down, your bleary gaze slowly focusing on Taeyong’s soft features.

11:38

Smiling gently, you stirred, earning a quiet groan from Taeyong.

“We should get up,” you murmured, running a hand through his dark tresses.

Sluggishly, he left your warm embrace, turning his back to you, a quiet cough echoing through the room.

“Stay in bed” you sighed, your mind slowly beginning to function.

---

Frantically, you opened the cabinets in search of the thermometer.

“I’m fine” Taeyong slurred, following you into the bathroom.

“Go back to bed!”

“I’m not tired-”

“You’re sick-”

He interrupted you, his stern gaze silencing.

You watched as he lethargically turned on the shower, running a hand through his hair. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth as your gaze raked over his spent form, inhaling sharply as you caught sight of the love-bites littered across his soft skin.

You read his sharp gaze, taking it as your sign to leave.

---

Idly, you stared out the window, the quiet hum of the shower sounding in the distance. You watched as a merry couple held hands, laughing as they crossed the street, the girls’ long, flowing tresses catching in the wind. You ignored the eggs before you, the rancid smell of the burnt breakfast making you grimace. You whined lowly, turning off the stove, your brows knitting together as you began to fret. It had been twenty minutes. Slyly, you left the stove, swiftly opening all the cabinets of the kitchen, in search of any vitamins or medications he owned.

---

You pressed your ear to the door, the shower echoing through the apartment. Slowly, you opened the door, gasping as you saw Taeyong hunched over the toilet. He knelt on the tiled floor, his arms draped over the seat limply. He shuddered, heaving.

Immediately, you called out to him, entering the dim room. He closed the lid of the toilet, no doubt embarrassed you caught him retching. You knelt beside him, fretting anxiously. He apologized quietly, his pale complexion and heavy breaths making you frown deeply.

Taeyong – TATTOO ARTIST Jaehyun – POLICE OFFICER Taeil – TEACHER Johnny – REPORTER Doyoung – LAWYER WinWin – PASTRY CHEF

Taeyong – Joseon/1428 – king Jaehyun – Korean War/1952 – hero/south side Taeil – 2821 – 1984 vibe Yuta – 1817/Japan – Ninja WinWin – 92BCE/Han China – Confucius scholar Doyoung – 2206/Korea – billionaire Johnny – American Wild West/1873 – cowboy

He stepped from the bathroom, running a hand through his damp hair. His silk robe clung to his broad shoulders, the sash embracing his slender waist elegantly. He called out to you, striding to the large closet slowly. You emerged, flustered, brushing your hair from your face. Jeonghan watched you, grinning as he glanced at your lacey bra and erotic thong. He stepped closer, digging a delicate finger into the waistband of your panties, letting it snap against your hip harshly. You gasped, turning around, colliding into his sturdy chest. The front of his robe shifted, revealing the deep curvatures of his chest.

“We’re going to be late!”

He drew you into an endearing embrace, resting his chin atop your hair. His hands smoothed over the curve of your ass before squeezing affectionately. You writhed in his embrace, reprimanding his sly behavior.

“You look so-” he began, drawing back, his fond gaze trailing over your blushed cheeks and matte lips.

His handsome features morphed into a warm smile as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Let’s stay in tonight.”

“The gala-”

“We’re staying in.”

His experienced hands went to the clasp of your bra, his lips meeting your jaw. Your hands clutched the front of his robe.

You watched the skyline fade into the distance, the tall buildings and taxis replaced with tall reeds and rusty bicycles. The ocean came into view, it’s sandy beaches bare as the frigid air scolded those who dared step into the late evening. The soft hum of the radio lulled you to sleep, your bleary gaze wavering as the sun set slowly.

Johnny turned off the radio, grinning gently as he glanced at you. Your peaceful expression made his heart swell with adoration.

---

Johnny reached toward you, hesitating. He opted to not disturb your slumber. He closed the door of the car quietly, making his way to the passenger door quietly. He collected you in his arms, his gaze stolen by the twinkling stars above. He shook you gently, quietly murmuring in your ear. Groggily, you gazed upon his handsome face, the ethereal sky behind him stealing your breath away.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled.

He smiled, your lethargic state utterly adorable.

“We arrived,” he informed quietly, carrying you into the beach house.

He struggled to open the door, both of you giggling quietly.

The Concubine A/N: this is weird, I made it Joseon au--- probably bc I was watching Hwarang [which is Silla anyway...] anywho, I just felt a nice au would switch things up^^ I think it’s the first time I’ve made it centered around the ‘2nd round’

**SMUT AHEAD!**

Word Count: 315

You stared at the wall, listening as your breathing slowed, your flushed cheek pressed to the silken sheets. Ragged breaths echoed through the dim room. A cold draft wafted through the room, making you tense. His warm hand grazed your sensitive skin, an involuntary gasp leaving you.

“I’ve always liked you the most.”

His warm lips pressed to your shoulder, branding your delicate skin. He drew back, gazing at your lithe form beneath him. Roughly, he seized your hips, pulling them from the silk sheets. His erect length prodded at your entrance once again.

“Your highness!”

FINISHED, KIHYUN SMUT HERE

Can I request a fluffy scenario where (y/n) and Ten haven't been dating for a long time (like only for a month or something) and he plans a cute little dinner date at their dorm, and while they're having a makeout session the boys walk in on them

A/N: srry, I didn’t make it real food bc kissing after eating anything other than desserts is gross in my opinion lol

You stumbled into the dorm, Ten quickly removing his hands from before your eyes to stabilize your tottering figure. You were at a loss for words as you gazed upon the pristine décor, glancing at the candle-lit table beyond the kitchen. You giggled quietly to yourself, surprised by how clean and organized the boys’ dorm was.

Ten quietly shuffled behind you, removing his shoes, nudging them aside.

“You did all this?”

He hummed enthusiastically, his nimble hands removing your hefty coat prudently. You paid him no mind, ogling as a delicious aroma wafted through the hallway.

“What is that?” you questioned, referring to the deliciously tantalizing scent.

“Cake!”

“Cake?!”

Awkwardly, he rubbed the nape of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s what I’m best at making…”

You smiled softly, slipping your shoes off clumsily.

“Let’s eat!”

---

You covered your mouth, your eyes wide in bewilderment as you met Ten’s expectant gaze. The moist chocolate cake melted effortlessly on your tongue, it’s rich flavor unlike any cake you had had before.

“It’s delicious!” you cried, urging Ten to try a bite.

“It’s still quite hot,” he remarked, “once it cools we can add icing~”

You gushed over his adorable smile, cupping his cheeks affectionately.

“I have ice cream too” he murmured, his gaze traveling to your plush lips.

“You’re the best,” you whispered, pecking his nose chastely.

“I know.”

He puckered his lips teasingly, his warm, chocolate orbs vanishing. Grinning, you pecked his chin before adorning his soft cheeks with gentle kisses. Impatiently, he motioned to his pouting lips.

A/N: caliboyjaeffrey invented call boy smuts, but wut about call girl?

“Why does it matter?”

Your gentle steps halted, your solemn gaze faltering. The soft moonlight illuminated his ethereal features, his dark gaze meeting your own.

“I like you,” he admitted.

“Why?”

He stepped closer, toying with a tress of your hair between his fingers. His solemn gaze mirroring your own.

“You’re my type.”

You avoided his gaze, his honest demeanor making you wince.

“You like me too” he stated, dropping his hand.

You met his gaze, bewildered by his keen deduction.

“Why else would you continue to see me?”

He smiled bitterly to himself, his gaze shifting to the gleaming moon above you.

“Even if you like me for my money; you still like me.”

FINISHED AND NOW A B.I. SCENARIO

This one is just straight up fucked up, I’m bad at writing stuff like this

He watched you quietly, adjusting his binoculars slowly. The way your hair draped over your shoulders, your angelic smile, your warm gaze, it made his heart swell with affection. He scurried from the window once you were out of view, clumsily sliding into a nearby booth in the café. His trembling hands wrenched a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket before he withdrew a pen. He wrote, letting his words flow seamlessly with the adoration he held for you.

---

You sighed, plucking the envelope from your mailbox You were reluctant to open it, knowing who it was from. Begrudgingly, you opened the letter, inhaling sharply as you read its contents. It was vile, psychotic. Words littered the page, every corner filled with messy scribbles. In the center was a drawing, your clothes torn and ragged, tears escaping your eyes as a snake coiled around your neck.

“What the fuck-”

You gasped as a voice sounded behind you, quickly hiding the letter. Your neighbor, Yoongi, stood before you, brows furrowed as he glanced at the letter you held.

“G-Good morning!”

He ignored your greeting, his gaze trained upon the mysterious letter you held.

“It’s nothing,” you interjected, gesturing to the letter you held.

He snatched it out of your clutches, his rude demeanor making you purse your lips. He grimaced as he read its contents, his dark gaze meeting your own briefly.

---

Yoongi’s flat was a mess, papers strewn about, mismatched shoes in the doorway.

“Do you get these often?”

You nodded, glancing at the framed diploma that hung crookedly.

‘Forensic Science & Investigation’

“How often?”

“Once a month.”

He sifted through a stack of papers before withdrawing several photos.

You gasped as he held them in view.

A woman, dead, her clothes torn and ragged, a snake around her neck.

“I’ve been investigating a series of murders,” he informed, “They’re all women, all sexually assaulted then strangled with a dead snake.”

Your head seemed to spin, the gruesome photos making your heart constrict with apprehension.