#dongyoung smut

[p0ckykiss]

pocky kiss - kim doyoung

summary -> doyoung trying to study while you want a kiss

doyoung furrows his eyebrows as he continuously hears shuffling to his right. not letting it deter him from his studying, he focuses on the text in his hands, letting terms and equations float through his mind whilst purposefully ignoring you beside him.

your shoulders slouch in disappointment when he doesn’t turn around. doyoung misses the chocolate stick that’s peeking out between your puckered lips, waiting to be eaten and allowing your lips to be met in between. you huff when doyoung is still facing away, your whining an echo in the small room, thoroughly ignored.

“fine,” your voice comes out muffled as you change positions to face the wall, feeling stubborn when your attention isn’t granted and eating the rest of the pack by yourself.

doyoung rolls his eyes, slightly annoyed, but his lips quirk up in a semi-smile anyway as he puts down the paperback. he reaches out to grab the back of your head, pulling it towards him and planting a firm kiss on unsuspecting lips.

“you’re so distracting,” doyoung whispers, breath warm as it fans over your moist lips and you are too dazed to answer.

doyoung huffs in triumph when you remain silent, eyes somewhat glassy, face blank, so he picks up his book again and starts reading where he left off

[gyundo]

“A Neighbor Like You”

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung) x Male Reader

SMUT! DNI if under 18!!!

Plot: Doyoung is Y/N’s older neighbor who takes an interest in the boy.

Y/N L/N was in his first year of college and was just moving into his new apartment. Excited to start a new phase in his life, Y/N put down the box in his hands and looked around to the place that would become his home.

Y/N’s parents walked in the door a moment after with the last of Y/N’s things. After a tearful goodbye, Y/N waved goodbye to his parents and went up to his apartment.

Y/N walked around the place with a deep sigh, having left home for the first time and unsure of when he’d see his parents next. Yet at the same time, Y/N was ready to begin his independent life.

In an effort to get to know his neighbors, Y/N decided to give some of his cookies to everyone on his story, starting with his next door neighbor.

Y/N quietly walked over to the next door and rung the bell, a little bit nervous about whether his neighbors would be nice and welcoming or rough and rude.

The door was opened by a handsome man in his mid 30s with a white T-shirt that showed off his muscular build. While not a bodybuilder, it was clear that the man had worked out for a good time, furthered by his significantly muscular thighs on display with his 2 inch inseam shorts.

Y/N looked up and down and was drooling in his mind before the neighbor said, “Can I help you?”

Y/N snapped back to reality, introducing himself, “Hello, I’m Y/N L/N, and I just moved here. I wanted to give you these cookies and please let me know if you need me anytime for anything .”

The man looked Y/N up and down, before teasing him by grabbing his hand and then the box of cookies before saying, “Thanks, I’m Doyoung and I might take you up on that offer real soon.”

Y/N quickly gave the rest of his neighbors cookies, who were mostly families. Y/N couldn’t get the image of the mature man who opened the door for him out of his sinful mind as he pondered on what they could be doing as they were only a wall away.

Doyoung knocked on Y/N’s door while Y/N has just finished stashing away all of his things. Y/N ran up to go answer and was more than excited to see the handsome man again. At a closer distance, Y/N was able to smell his cologne and naturally musky smell, attracting him more to the older man as he kept looking up and down the eye candy called Doyoung.

“You said I could call you anytime, Y/N. Here I am, I need some help with dinner,” Doyoung slyly replied while giving Y/N a smirk.

Y/N was too innocent to pick up on the smirk but thought it was very clever that his neighbor found a way to invite him over for dinner. Nonetheless, Y/N was very excited and followed his neighbor into his apartment.

Y/N’s eyes looked around in shock as he noticed Doyoung’s detailed wall accents, accessories, and furniture that was extremely well kept, especially for a bachelor. He was only impressed more and more by Doyoung, who invited Y/N into the kitchen.

“It’s making dinner and finishing it that I needed your help with,” Doyoung joked.

Y/N expressed his gratitude to Doyoung for letting him in and for the dinner while Doyoung instructed Y/N to cut some green onions for a garnish.

Y/N kept stealing glances of Doyoung’s body and face, enthralled by the square rim glasses falling low on Doyoung’s nose, the defintion and veins on his arms emerging with every chop he made with the knife, and the meatiness of Doyoung’s thighs.

Y/N just kept collecting images of Doyoung in his mind, probably for jerk off material later, but what he didn’t realize is that his gaze was obvious to the experienced Doyoung.

Doyoung knew Y/N was attracted to him and was ready to ensnare him in his trap. Making a small move to fluster him, Doyoung tsk tsked to Y/N.

“You’re not cutting the green part fine enough, lemme show you,” Doyoung claimed with a straight face, all the while walking over to Y/N and hovering over his body. Doyoung leaned in and held Y/N’s hand over the knife as he guided his chopping, while simultaneously moving his body closer to Y/N’s. His front side was eventually fully pressed against Y/N’s back, enabling him to feel Y/N smooth and bouncy ass on his crotch.

Y/N on the other hand, could not stop blushing after he felt Doyoung’s large cock, making it clear there was no underwear underneath Doyoung’s already revealing shorts. Y/N’s just let Doyoung’s hand take control of the knife and his hand as he felt the warmth from behind him.

Doyoung slowly moved away, knowing that Y/N was in a state like hypnosis and would do whatever the older wanted out of attraction.

The dinner was soon finished, as Doyoung asked Y/N questions and learned of the other’s young age, his college apprehensions, while informing the other of his age and lifestyle as well.

Doyoung and Y/N’s neighborly relationship had started on good footing, but things were only about to get better and closer.

Right before Y/N was to bring the plates into the dining room, Doyoung cleaver stashed away the second chair so there was only one chair left.

As Y/N brought the food to the table, Doyoung explained that he only kept one chair because it was usually just him at home, but it wasn’t going to be an issue.

Doyoung sat down and Y/N was shocked as Doyoung pulled Y/N down into his lap.

“Problem solved, you can just sit in my lap. There’s not going to be any trouble with that, right Y/N?” Doyoung teased with a smirk as Y/N blushed.

Y/N was struggling to prevent getting an erection while sitting on such a hot man’s thighs. Y/N enjoyed the warmth of Doyoung’s muscular things and abdomen more than the warmth of the rice bowl he was eating, and he convinced himself to relish every moment of sitting on Doyoung’s lap in case he didn’t have the opportunity again.

Luckily for Y/N, Doyoung saw through all of his antics as clear as day and let the younger have his way with maximizing the skinship between the two. Doyoung himself was having trouble restraining himself from an erection as the younger shifted on his lap, allowing Doyoung to enjoy the shape of Y/N’s ass as well.

Dinner was soon finished, and Doyoung took off his shirt, “Damn that rice bowl really heated me up (in more ways than one).” Y/N was still eating, but he kept sneaking glances at Doyoung’s abs, well defined pecs, and rounded, muscular shoulders.

As oblivious as a virgin would be, Y/N just kept getting hornier while not realizing Doyoung’s intent.

Doyoung knew that Y/N was a virgin from the way he acted and saw that his chance to take the younger was a pretty good one, as Y/N clearly swinged his way.

Doyoung got up once Y/N finished his meal and led him into the bedroom, “There’s something here I need your help with.”

Just as Y/N entered, Doyoung quickly shut the door behind him and pushed Y/N to the wall as he kissed him aggressively.

“My first kiss, mm, feels so good,” Y/N thought as he tried to kiss back Doyoung, whose tongue was encircling his in a dance that spoke of technique and experience. Y/N was shocked but due to his arousal, he melted right into Doyoung’s arms.

Doyoung moved their lower bodies closer as he pulled his lips apart from Y/N before whispering in his ear,“ It’s my cock that really needs your tight hole, the dinner was just a distraction,” all the while rubbing his hard on against Y/N’s.

Y/N was worried on how he would take a large cock in his virgin ass that had never even been touched before, but his horniness clouded his mind as he agreed, saying out to the other with a blank expression, “Please take me. I’ve been so horny painfully so since I saw you this afternoon. I want you to give me my first feeling of cock, please you’re such a DILF, Doyoung.”

Doyoung smirked back, “I had my eyes on you too, you seemed like such a fresh piece of meat that I knew I wanted to the be the first to pound your hole so you learn how good anal can be. Looks like all my tactics worked, I’ve ensnared another prey in my trap of attraction.”

Doyoung threw Y/N onto the bed before kissing him aggressively again. Doyoung took off Y/N’s t-shirt before sucking on his nipples.

“Milk me, D-Daddy. AHHH,” Y/N screamed as he felt a surge of sensitivity in the area before Doyoung moved onto the next one, prompting a light yelp. Doyoung then skillfully rid Y/N of the confinements of his shorts and underwear with just one hand, while the other muscular hand with veins and thick fingers rubbed itself all over Y/N’s abdomen, like a massage that was giving the other warmth and making his lower body feel a pressure to cum.

Knowing that Y/N was being stimulated extremely well due to his technique. Doyoung began to slowly pump Y/N’s cock with a tight grip as Y/N moaned out.

“It feels so good, it never feels this good when I do it,” Y/N said with a fucked-out expression.

“That’s cause I know exactly how to make you feel good, Y/N,” Doyoung proudly stated while rubbing his finger over Y/N’s glans, causing the younger to throw his head back and lift up his legs.

Doyoung stopped abruptly as the younger began to whimper for more pleasure, “Don’t you think it’s time I pound your ass nice and good, Y/N? You better only cum from having this cock inside you. Take a nice long, hard look,” while Doyoung took off his own shorts.

Y/N kept staring at Doyoung’s cock, which perfectly matched his body in its huge size. 9 inches long with a thick shaft and multiple veins that emphasized its power, Y/N never felt like he needed dick more in his life than in this moment.

Doyoung brought his fingers close to Y/N’s mouth, commanding the younger to lick. He scooped up a decent amount of Y/N’s saliva, rubbing it over his cock.

Y/N yelped as Doyoung flipped him over onto his stomach and got behind him, holding open his ass cheeks to reveal his tight, pink, virgin hole.

Doyoung spit onto Y/N’s hole, before getting on his knees right behind Y/N in order to rub his tip against Y/N’s hole.

“Ready to be a slut just for me, Y/N? Want me to pound your ass until you forget your name and your body is imprinted with the shape of my cock?”

Y/N groaned, “Mmm, please Mr. Kim breed me good.”

Doyoung chuckled, “Of course I will, not everyone opens up their virgin ass to a stranger within the first few hours of meeting them. No condom either, your ass need to know how real cock feels.”

Doyoung quickly pushed all of his cock into Y/N’s tight hole at once, feeling the need to do him nice and rough his first time. Y/N yelled out at the huge intrusion in his formerly virgin ass that had never been touched before, let alone penetrated by a huge cock.

“How does my huge dick feel,” Doyoung asked while reveling in the pleasure of having his dick surrounded tightly after a very long time.

“Mm-g-good,” Y/N managed to cry out while tears rolled out of his eyes due to the searing pain in his ass.

“Your ass is so tight, pretty lucky that you found a perfect cock like me to take it,” Doyoung cooed while thrusting further up.

Y/N’s tears increased as Doyoung’s thrusts only increased, in both frequency and depth.

Y/N thoroughly felt his ass being mangled and pounded deep as he struggled to cope with the initial pain, still crying out.

Doyoung stopped for a brief second, “Aww, is my baby crying? Does it hurt?” to Y/N.

Just as Y/N nodded, Doyoung resumed his thrusts at an even more increased pace, “You need to adjust to cock properly Y/N, that’s the only way you’ll learn to enjoy mine”.

Y/N’s tears increased as the pain remained the same but he slowly got used to the pleasure as Doyoung relentlessly thrusted into him from behind.

The warmth from Doyoung’s well exercised abs and soft pecs turned on Y/N even more as Doyoung reeled in the joy of Y/N’s tight ass, whispering dirty nothings in his ear as he continued his anal onslaught.

Doyoung’s thick, sweaty balls slapped hard against Y/N’s taint as he asked, “Enjoying getting done all rough like this by a huge cock. I’m not done yet?” while increasing his thrusts to an animalistic pace inside Y/N, as his ass slowly molded to the shape of Doyoung’s cock.

Y/N responded with a moan as Doyoung stuffed his mouth with his pheromone laced underwear that smelled strongly of his cock, while putting his hands around Y/N’s neck to lightly choke him.

“This is what a young boy like you truly needs, a real man’s cock ruining your ass deeply and teaching you the pleasure of having big dick in stuffing your tight hole. You like getting manhandled like this, don’t you Y/N. You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Doyoung dirtily questioned the younger.

“Mhm-AAHH,” Y/N yelled out through the fabric stuffed in his mouth as his eyes rolled back from Doyoung’s large cock rubbing right against his prostate. Doyoung smirked at the reaction and began incessantly thrusting right at Y/N’s prostate as his cock began twitching uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna breed you and make you my personal boy. My cock is going to feed your ass with a huge amount of daddy’s cum. I want your ass to know my dick very well since this will be a daily thing from now on, right Y/N? Your tight pink hole is all mine,” Doyoung yelled out while moving his girthy cock through the tight and moist passage Y/N provided.

Every thrust had Y/N’s hole twitching around Doyoung’s cock as his walls squeezed and hugged his veins tightly. Doyoung was enjoying such a tight, pure ass after so long and swore to make it completely his by marking it up with his hot cum. He wanted the shape of his cock impressioned inside Y/N’s hole so it was clear it belonged to him.

“So-so BIG DOYOUNG,” Y/N yelled out with a muffled voice while simulate pulse licking the shorts in his mouth to enjoy the pheromones of Doyoung’s cock that was thrusting in his ass mercilessly, opening it up for the first time.

Y/N was full of overstimulation as he felt the warmth from Doyoung’s large muscles, smell from his underwear, and his huge cock abusing his prostate with perfect technique and precision, sending rippling waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Doyoung had succeeded, as there was no way Y/N wouldn’t be able to resist having this pleasure coursing throughout his body every single day. Y/N knew only Doyoung’s girth cock, still pounding away at his squelching hole, would be able to satisfy him.

Doyoung’s cock continued to fill Y/N’s ass perfectly to the brim, stretching out his asshole so much for the first time, and making the experience addictive for both.

“You want my cum now, bitch boy? You want daddy to cum in you and mark you his? You’re gonna take this big load, i’ve been saving it just for this tight ass. You want everyone to see that only I can pound you this rough and good,” Doyoung asked with pride as his thrusts got faster, never faltering.

“MAKE ME YOURS DADDY, FILL UP MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM AND IMPREGNATE ME! I ONLY WANT YOUR HUGE DICK MR KIM,” Y/N moaned while pushing his ass back onto Doyoung’s cock meeting his thrusts.

“I’m the only one who’s good enough to take you and I’m cumming in your ass cause it belongs to me now. A youngster like you needs the semen of a mature daddy in your ass to really be broken in fully,” Doyoung moaned out as he felt his climax nearing.

Doyoung pulled out and slapped his humongous cock inside Y/N once again, bulging his abdomen and causing him to let out a loud moan of pleasure as Doyoung groaned, leaning his head back as his cock let out years of semen into Y/N’s ass, painting his pink walls fully with the color of Doyoung’s cum. The sound of large spurts forcefully landing on Y/N’s pink walls abused by Doyoung’s cock filled the room. Doyoung had finished taking and impregnating a virgin Y/N with his large cock and his cum that now squelched the inside of Y/N’s ass.

Doyoung slowly moved his cock back and forth to let Y/N’s ass feel the warmth of his hot semen as Y/N came from the feeling, releasing in giant threads all over Doyoung’s mattress, out of a great pleasure that Y/N had never felt before.

“Keep your huge dick inside my ass daddy, I don’t want any of your cum to leave me and prevent me from fully getting pregnant, Y/N moaned out slutily.

“Of course my Y/N-ie, I definitely needed a horny neighbor like you,” Doyoung smirked back as his cock became hard again and the thrusting resumed, overstimulating Y/N with a pleasure that made his mind go blank over and over again, as another session of many commenced.

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[lovetaroandtaemin]

Take Me to Church

Kim Dongyoung x Reader

Word count: 5,197

THIS FIC IS NSFW! MINORS DNI!

Content warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, some dirty talk, riding, a little bit of dry humping, car sex, a little bit of biting, mention of blowjobs), suggestive dialogue, religious themes, infidelity, excessive alcohol consumption, pregnancy, reader and Doyoung are both toxic as fuck. I am so sorry about the angst (no I'm not).

The masterlist for this mini-series can be found here.

If I missed any warnings please let me know!

Fic is under the cut.

The only thing that made going to church bearable as a teenager was seeing your boyfriend, Dongyoung. The clothes that you wore to church were uncomfortable. The services themselves were way too long and almost made you fall asleep. Plus, everyone there really only cared about you because your parents were well-liked. Well, everyone there except Dongyoung, that is.

Your families had been close for generations, so the two of you grew up seeing each other frequently. He was always kind to you when you saw him, no matter what. His kindness is what made you love him almost immediately, even when you were a kid that didn’t really know what that meant. He was your best friend throughout your childhood, and it was only a matter of time before you two started dating as teenagers.

Everyone that knew you and Dongyoung thought that you were an odd match. You had completely different circles of friends and completely different hobbies. He was the student leader of your high school’s Bible club. You stole alcohol from your friends’ parents and got drunk at the lake every Friday night. He was a good Christian boy. You were a stereotypical rebellious teenager. Even your parents worried that you would be a bad influence on Dongyoung, but what other people thought didn’t matter to him. He loved you, and he was certain that he always would.

Leading your school’s Bible club is how Dongyoung realized that he wanted to be a pastor. It was obvious to anyone that saw him that he loved God dearly from an early age, so when he told you that he wanted to go into ministry it just made sense.

Since you didn’t want to hinder his chances at achieving his dream, you cleaned up your act. You dropped your friends that had encouraged your unruly behavior. You stopped drinking alcohol. You made a real effort to pay attention in church. Everyone around you noticed and was amazed by the change in your personality. While you still weren’t truly sure if you believed in God, you made damn sure that you were good at playing the part for your boyfriend’s sake.

When you started college, you were a bit concerned about your relationship. Dongyoung was going to a Bible college on the other side of the country, while you stayed in your hometown to pursue an education degree at your local community college. When you told him about your concerns, especially the distance, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you that everything would be ok. You both loved each other, and that was what mattered. When the conversation ended you were both sure that your relationship would last through college.

The distance between you was harder to adjust to than you were willing to admit. You were willing to try, of course, but it was jarring going from seeing someone nearly every day to once every few weeks. Dongyoung was struggling to adjust as well, but he was a bit more optimistic about it since he was excited to be following his dream.

What made maintaining your relationship through college difficult for Dongyoung was his parents. They had never approved of you, but they were “willing to let it slide because they thought it was just a silly high school relationship,” according to his mother. Now that he was seriously planning to become a pastor, they felt that he should find a good Christian woman, something that they did not believe you were.

Dongyoung tried to reason with his parents, he really did. He reminded them that you had changed a lot since the two of you first started seeing each other. They had to have noticed it, he reasoned. His parents confirmed that they saw how drastically you had changed over the years, but they still were suspicious of you and your behavior. Telling him that they only wanted what was best for him, they gave him an ultimatum. Dongyoung either had to break up with you, or they would stop helping him pay for college.

To say that it broke you when he ended your relationship was an understatement. You had just finished your second year of college, and Dongyoung was home for the summer. That was supposed to mean that you would get to spend more time with your boyfriend, but instead it just meant that the man you loved was now your ex. He didn’t tell you what his parents had said about you, instead he told you that long distance was too much for him when he was already stressed about school, and that he wanted to focus on school because of how important his degree was to him.

“Am I not important to you?” you asked.

“That’s not what I meant. You know that you are.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I have to.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Dongyoung refused to answer. He knew that he was hurting you by leaving, but he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay in school if his parents stopped helping him pay for it. What he had told you was partially true, as well. It killed him not being able to see you every day anymore. The part about focusing on school, however, was bullshit. School was stressful, sure, but knowing that you had his back made that stress easier to deal with. After he broke up with you he still had to deal with the stress from school, but he also had to deal with losing the woman he loved. He lost count of how many times he considered dropping out after you broke up.

It took you a long time to heal after Dongyoung left, but you still managed. You decided that if Dongyoung was going to focus on school, then so were you. You dedicated as much of your time as possible to your degree, and it paid off. You graduated with a Bachelor of Education, and you were excited to finally find work as a teacher.

After breaking up with you, Dongyoung started to regret every decision that he had ever made. He knew that losing you would be the greatest regret of his life, but he didn’t really have a choice. Now he wondered if ministry was really the right path for him, and if going to a college across the country that he struggled to afford had even been worth it.

Years went by, and you felt like your life was perfect. You had the job of your dreams, and you lived in a new city that was far from the heartbreak and tedium of your hometown. You even had better friends now, like your roommates Nayeon and Jisoo. You hadn’t really dated anyone since you broke up with Dongyoung, but you were ok with that. Sure, you had hooked up with people from time to time, but you didn’t really want anything serious. Your friends and your career were all you needed.

It was the end of another taxing school year when you got a call from your parents. They asked the typical questions, like how your day went and if you were relieved that the year was over. They also asked you if you would come back to your hometown and visit now that you had an extended break from work. They asked this every summer in the hopes that they could see you more than a few times a year. Usually you said no, but this time you figured that it couldn’t hurt. You had missed your family dearly, and you were dying to know what had been going on in your hometown since you moved away.

You arrived in your hometown just over a week later, and the first place you went after seeing your parents (and agreeing to go to church with them while you were in town) was the nearest bar to their house. In the years since college had ended you had started occasionally drinking again, and with the end of another school year you really wanted to celebrate.

When you walked into the bar the last person you expected to see was Dongyoung. You knew that you would probably run into him eventually, but you never thought it would be here. In a single moment, all of the feelings you had once harbored for him came rushing back. He had grown up a lot in the years since you had seen him, and he looked good. You wondered if he would be as happy to see you as you were to see him.

“Surprised” is not a strong enough word for what Dongyoung felt when he saw you walk into his favorite bar. It was something that he had wished for a thousand times since your relationship ended, but he never thought it would actually happen. He wondered for a moment if he should talk to you, but he didn’t have to wonder for long because you approached him first.

“Hi, Dongyoung.”

“Hi, (Y/N). How have you been?”

“I’m doing well. How are you?”

Dongyoung had a decision to make. He could either be truthful and admit that he had missed you dearly, or he could lie and say that he was ok. He chose the latter, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t catch on.

“I’m well, thanks. What are you doing here?” he asked, hoping you didn’t notice his hesitation.

“Oh, I just wanted a celebratory drink.”

“No, I mean I thought you moved away.”

“I did. I’m just back visiting since I have some time off.”

“I see.”

The two of you spent what felt like an eternity chatting about whatever came to mind as you drank. You noticed that Dongyoung was quiet whenever you asked him about what his life had been like since you split up, so you mostly chose to reminisce about old times. He had always been a private person, so you assumed he was just anxious because he hadn’t seen you in so long.

Dongyoung wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking or if you had gotten even more beautiful since the last time he saw you, but either way he wanted you. He could only hope that you wanted him the same way when he asked, “Would you like to get out of here?” He was taken aback, to say the least, when you said yes. Dongyoung quickly paid for your drinks and got you two an Uber to a nearby motel. It was just outside of your hometown, and it was perfect. There would be no familiar faces.

When you both got into the car, you could barely keep your hands off of each other. Whether it was the alcohol or the desperation of missing each other, neither of you could say for sure. Either way, waiting for Dongyoung to check you two into a room for the night was torture.

Dongyoung practically dragged you to the room once you were checked in. As soon as the door was shut, you were pinned against it and he was kissing you. You hated to admit it, but you had missed the feeling of his lips on yours. If the way he held onto you like you were gonna disappear any second was any indication, he had missed it too.

He pulled away, and before anything else could happen he asked, “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“I’m sure. I want you.”

That was all Dongyoung needed to hear before he pulled you over to the bed and sat you on his lap. You kissed him again as you started to slowly move your hips against his. He groaned at the feeling, and it only made you want him more. You had always loved his voice but hearing it as he moaned your name made you feel like you were in heaven. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need you inside me,” you begged.

His only response was, “Please?”

You quickly stood up and removed your clothes, and he did the same before you got back on his lap. As he guided you onto his cock, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. After taking a moment to adjust to his size, you slowly started to move up and down. Dongyoung would never admit this aloud, but he had fantasized about this for a long time. You never slept together when you dated, both overly concerned about staying “pure” at the time. Clearly, neither of you cared about that anymore.

“Fuck, feels so good,” you moaned.

“I know, baby, you take me so well. Should have done this years ago.”

As you continued to ride him, you started to struggle to hold yourself up. He noticed and wrapped his arms around your waist, bouncing you on his cock himself. You leaned your head on his shoulder and let him fuck up into you as you lost yourself in pleasure.

After a while, you could feel his thrusts start to get more erratic and it made you desperate to cum. So, you started to rub your clit, moaning louder at the feeling. Your moans were like music to Dongyoung’s ears, and he mentally scolded himself for not letting himself hear them sooner.

You tried to warn him that you were close, you really did. But before the words could come out of your mouth, you were coming undone around him. Your orgasm triggered his own, and you loved the whimpers that left his mouth as he came inside you.

You sat together on the bed as you came down from your highs, struggling to catch your breath. You never expected your first time with Dongyoung to be a drunk one-night stand, but truthfully you didn’t regret it. Once you felt like you could move, you tried to get up to find your clothes. He didn’t let you, however, wanting to hold you just a little bit longer.

After you were both cleaned up and dressed again, you laid down together. There wasn’t really any conversation since both of you were more concerned with enjoying each other’s presence than filling the silence. Just before you fell asleep, however, he whispered something that you never expected to hear, “You know I never wanted to leave, right?” You tried to ask him what he meant, but he didn’t respond, too busy pretending to sleep to answer.

When you woke up the next morning, Dongyoung was gone. There was no trace of him in the hotel room except for his scent on the pillow next to you. You still wanted to ask him about what he said the night before, but you had no way to contact him. You decided that you would ask your parents if they had his number after church.

When you got to the church, you quickly found a seat next to your parents. You started to look around, taking in the scenery of the building that you once spent most of your time in. The last thing that you expected to see was Dongyoung enter with a woman on his arm. She was gorgeous, and she was smiling at him like nothing else in the world mattered as he greeted people. She was also pushing a sleeping baby in a stroller. As you watched the way he held onto her, you understood why he didn’t open up much about his life when you were at the bar.

You considered saying hi, but before you could he was approaching the pulpit to begin the service. That was the moment that you realized he had achieved the dream that he talked to you about so often. Your parents had told you that church leadership had changed, but they didn’t tell you that your ex was now the lead pastor.

Just like when you were a kid, service went by painstakingly slowly. Ironically, the sermon was about sexual morality. When Dongyoung started speaking about the importance of remaining loyal to your spouse, it took every ounce of willpower you had to avoid bursting into laughter. As you tried to stay calm, you wondered if anyone else had noticed the way Dongyoung’s hands shook or the tears in his eyes when he spoke about how rewarding it had been to stay faithful to his wife.

As service ended and everyone made their way out of the sanctuary, you decided to say hello to your former church’s new pastor. When he saw you approach him he looked terrified, and you had to admit you found joy in that.

You said hello, and he took the opportunity to introduce you to his wife, Joy. You learned that they had been married for 3 years, that she was the niece of the church’s former pastor, and that their son Jaehyun was 6 months old.

“Who is this, honey?” Joy asked, concerned by your familiarity with her husband.

“This is (Y/N), she’s just an old friend,” Dongyoung replied, hoping his voice didn’t give away how nervous he was.

“Right, friend,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” Joy asked.

“Oh, nothing. Would you like to get dinner tonight to catch up, Pastor Kim? It’s been so long since the last time we saw each other.” you said, your voice dripping with false sweetness.

“That sounds lovely,” Dongyoung replied with a smile. “Do you mind, honey?”

“Not at all, dear,” Joy said.

You and Dongyoung exchanged numbers to discuss your plans for dinner, and Joy watched as you two interacted. She could tell what your intentions with Dongyoung were immediately, but she stayed calm because she still trusted her husband. He hoped that she didn’t know how wrong she had been to do that.

Now that you knew that Dongyoung was married, your hopes of getting back together should have stopped, but they didn’t. After all, he had willingly left his wife at home to fuck you. The fact should have filled you with disgust, but it only gave you an ego boost as you drove home and thought about when you would be able to fuck him again.

When you got home, you texted Dongyoung to talk about where to go for dinner. He suggested a small restaurant out of town, and you agreed, understanding that he couldn’t risk his congregation seeing him out with a woman that wasn’t Joy. Just in case someone you knew did see you, however, you each brought a Bible and came up with an excuse that he was giving you spiritual guidance on a personal matter.

You knew that it was probably wrong, but you decided to dress up a little bit for dinner. You chose a bright red dress that you knew showed off your curves, some gold jewelry, and your favorite heels. Your outfit was so decidedly sexy that you could only hope that no one saw you out with your now-married ex.

Once you were at the restaurant, you waited patiently for Dongyoung. When he showed up a few minutes later in a dress shirt and black slacks, you almost wanted to take him right there. You decided to be patient, however. When he saw you he complimented your appearance, and you did the same. Before you could say much more, however, the restaurant’s host showed you to your table and you sat down.

After you ordered your drinks, the first question you asked was, “What did you say last night?”

“I never wanted to leave,” he mumbled in response.

“Then why did you?”

He was silent for a few minutes before he admitted, “My parents threatened to stop helping me pay for school if I stayed. Without their help I would have had to drop out, and I really didn’t want to do that.”

You were silent as you processed his words. A part of you was relieved that he hadn’t stopped loving you, but you were also hurt that he never told you the truth. If he had told you what was going on, you would have been there for him just like you had always been, and you could have helped him figure something else out. You knew that there was no point dwelling on what had happened, though, so you just said, “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“I didn’t want to tell you because of the things that they said about you.”

“What did they say?”

“Let’s not talk about that, I just want to enjoy the time I have with you now.”

You and Dongyoung talked about what your lives had been like since splitting up, this time with more honesty now that you knew about his family situation. You told him about your new friends, your teaching job, and how you were fairly sure your parents still wanted the two of you to get back together. He told you that his parents had introduced him to Joy because they thought she was the kind of “godly woman” that he should marry as a future pastor, that he had named his son after his best friend from college, and that he had only married Joy to keep up appearances.

“Do you love her?” you asked.

His only reply was, “I don’t know, it’s complicated.”

At the end of the meal, he explained that he couldn’t book another hotel room for the night, since he had told Joy he would be home at a certain time. You were disappointed until he quietly added that he still had about an hour until that time and invited you to sit in his car with him for a little while before he had to go home.

As soon as you were both in his car he kissed you. As you reveled in the feeling of his lips on yours again, you were grateful that the restaurant hadn’t been crowded and that he had parked in a secluded area. The kiss got more heated as small moans left your mouth, and before you knew it Dongyoung was instructing you to move to the backseat.

You did as you were told, and within seconds he was on top of you. He kissed you like he never would again, desperate to feel you for as long as he could. When he finally pulled away to breathe, you said, “Please?”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. God damn it, please!”

When Dongyoung heard you beg, something snapped. He needed to be inside of you, and he needed to be inside of you now. He moved just long enough to pull his slacks and boxers down as you moved your skirt and pulled your panties down. In an instant he was on top of you again, lining the tip of his cock up with your pussy. He slowly started to push his hips forward, groaning as he did. You threw your head back with a moan, loving how he felt.

The back seat of his car was cramped, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered in the moment was that you had each other. You knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you still never wanted it to end. As Dongyoung thrusted in and out, all you could think about was how good it felt and how badly you wanted him to be yours forever.

“Fuck, baby, you take me so well,” he said with a moan. You didn’t respond, too lost in pleasure to speak.

It didn’t take long before Dongyoung’s thrusts grew sloppier. He had tried to make this encounter last as long as he could, but he knew that there was only so much that he could take. He loved the way you clenched around him too much to last much longer.

“Shit, I’m close, where do you want it?” he asked.

“I want you to cum inside me. Please, please, please,” you begged, desperate to feel his release again.

That was all it took for a loud moan to fall from Dongyoung’s lips as he stilled inside you. As you felt his release, you started to rub your clit in a desperate attempt to reach your own. Dongyoung noticed what you were doing and moved your hand away, replacing it with his as he started to gently bite your neck. His mouth back on you was all you needed to reach your own high, moaning his name as you did.

Once Dongyoung made sure that you were ok, he slowly moved off of you and helped you to sit up. He held you while you caught your breath, whispering sweet nothings as the two of you calmed down. His words gave you a sense of peace that you hadn’t had in a long time.

That peace was short lived, however, because he had to leave. You knew Dongyoung would have to go home to his wife at some point, but you still dreaded it. Before you got out of his car he kissed you again, promising to see you soon. You slowly made your way back to your car and drove to your parents’ house, hoping they wouldn’t ask you any questions.

When you got home, you thought about whether you would be ok with staying in your hometown if it meant that you could be with Dongyoung again. Since you had come back, you had started to fall in love with him all over again. Of course, you were hesitant to leave your job and your friends, but the thought of losing him again killed you inside. So, you seriously considered asking him to leave Joy for you. You knew that this was a big thing to ask of someone, though, so decided to wait until you were more certain and see what happened next before you asked.

You continued to see Dongyoung a few times a week the entire time you were in your hometown. The week before you were supposed to go home was no different at first. You went out to the same restaurant as usual, except this time since Joy had taken Jaehyun to visit her parents for the weekend, Dongyoung had booked a hotel room for the two of you. You were ecstatic to be able to spend a full night with him again instead of the usual quickie in his car or the occasional blowjob in the church’s bathroom.

Dinner went like it always did. You talked about what you did through the week and how much you enjoyed seeing each other. Then, you went back to the hotel. Just like the previous times you went out with Dongyoung, he fucked you like he would never see you again. Afterwards, when you were cleaned up and in bed, you decided that now was the time. You gently asked if you could talk to him about something, and he said, “Of course, baby. What’s up?”

“What would you say if I told you I was thinking about staying here?”

Dongyoung was shocked to say the least, but he thought about it for a moment and asked, “Why?”

“I want to be with you again. And I mean seriously be with you, not just sneak around when you have free time.”

“You know we can’t do that, (Y/N).”

“Why not? You told me yourself that you don’t want to be married to her anyway.”

“And if it was just me and Joy I would consider it, but I have Jaehyun to think about now. I can’t just leave him without a father.”

“You wouldn’t be leaving him without a father, Dongyoung. You’d still be his father, just with me.”

“I can’t leave him, (Y/N), and I can’t risk my job by divorcing Joy.”

“Like you haven’t been risking your job anyway to go out a few times a week and fuck your ex while your wife is home caring for your son?”

Dongyoung was silent as what he had been doing really hit him. You decided that you were done, packing your bag to leave. Before you left, you said, “Listen, Dongyoung. I love you. I have loved you for most of my life, and a small part of me probably will always love you, but I cannot do this anymore. The entire time we’ve been doing this I have been holding out hope that we could actually be together again, and now that I know that isn’t going to happen I’m not going to keep sneaking around with you. I appreciate the extra time that we had, but it ends here.”

You walked out the door of the hotel room, leaving Dongyoung to think about the choices that he had made. He wondered about what could have been if he hadn’t given in to what his parents wanted for him. Would he be married to you instead of Joy? Would you two have kids? Would he still be a pastor even? He knew that he no longer deserved to be one, so he spent the rest of the night sobbing into the hotel pillows, begging God to forgive him for going astray.

You got out of going to church the next day by telling your parents you were sick, and you got ready to go back home. How you managed to avoid Dongyoung for the entire last week of your trip, you had no idea, but you were grateful for it. It was funny, really. You spent most of your time in your hometown desperate to see him, but now you were spending the remainder of it desperate to avoid him.

It had been 2 weeks since you got home, and you felt like a dumpster fire. On top of being upset that you lost Dongyoung again, you had been feeling sick for weeks. You told your roommates, and they asked you about your symptoms and how long you had been feeling sick.

“(Y/N), do you think you could be pregnant?” Nayeon asked.

You thought about it, and you realized that it was a strong possibility. Unable to speak, you just nodded. Nayeon offered to go buy you a test while Jisoo offered to stay with you and help you stay calm. You told her everything about what had happened while you were away, and she held you as you properly cried over Dongyoung for the first time since your arrangement ended.

When Nayeon got back, you took the test. While you waited for the results, you told Nayeon about what happened too. You knew that what you had done was wrong, but at the time you were only thinking about how badly you wanted Dongyoung back. Now that you didn’t want him back, he might be a part of your life forever.

When the test was ready, you couldn’t look at it yourself at first. Jisoo was the first to see the results of the test, but her initial silence told you everything that you needed to know. When she finally showed you the test, you broke down in sobs again. You were pregnant, and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dongyoung was your baby’s father.

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[yeoosaangg]

៹ DIE FOR YOU || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 23

➛ PAIRING:: KIM DOYOUNG × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: DIE FOR YOU — THE WEEKND

⤷ ❝THE DISTANCE AND THE TIME BETWEEN US, IT'LL NEVER CHANGE MY MIND. 'CAUSE BABY, I WOULD DIE FOR YOU.❞

➛ GENRE:: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: DACRYPHILIA, BREEDING KINK, FINGERING, HAIR PULLING, MARKING, WALL SEX

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Doyoung drags his feet into his hotel room, feeling super exhausted from the concert they just had. He saw you in the crowd cheering him on, but you never went backstage to greet him.

It made him a little sad.

He found it a little weird Taeyong went to go sleep in Jaehyun and Johnny's room, but he didn't have the energy to ask what's wrong.

Y/n: Hey there, handsome.

He snaps his neck too quickly at the sound of your voice. He closes the door and rushes into your arms.

You giggle when he spins you in the air, hugging you so tight.

God, you've missed him.

Doyoung: I thought- Why didn't you come backstage?

You give him a kiss on the lips before answering.

Y/n: As much as I love greeting you in front of your friends, I prefer our first meeting in four months to be more private.

Doyoung: I love you.

You giggle and kiss him all over his face.

Y/n: I love you, too.

Doyoung kisses you more deeply, turning the moment into a much more heated and needy one.

His hand slips into your shorts, sliding his fingers around your clit.

Y/n: Mmm, fuck.

Doyoung: I see you've missed me just as much I've missed you.

You moan into his mouth before he trails kisses down your cheek to your jaw, then your neck. His fingers slip inside you, making you moan.

This is an ideal scenario for you whenever you meet your long distance boyfriend.

Instead of telling him just how horny he makes you, you'd rather have him stick his fingers inside you to feel for himself.

And you are soaking wet.

His fingers work you open so good, his mouth leaving hickeys all over your neck and chest.

His hand comes up to pull at the roots of your hair and hold your head back so he can have more access.

He pushes you until your back comes in contact with the cold wall. Your breathing becomes more labored the closer you get to an orgasm.

Doyoung: Go on, baby. Make a mess for me.

You moan loud, cumming all over his fingers as they continue to pump inside you. He pulls them out and you open your mouth to suck his fingers clean.

Doyoung: Bet you taste delicious, love.

You bring your hips forward to grind against his growing cock. Both of you are so impatient to just fuck already, so you help him with his belt.

They stay just beneath the curve of his ass and you take off your shorts.

Doyoung: Jump.

You wrap your legs around him, dick stretching you as he presses you into the wall behind you.

Doyoung: My cock's missed fucking you like this.

You've missed getting fucked by him.

You move your hips to signal that you're ready and he pounds into you mercilessly. You scream as the motion of your bodies makes noise against the wall.

Y/n: So good!

He leaves more hickeys wherever there was an empty space on your body, cock being swallowed by your swollen cunt.

Doyoung can't keep his moans to himself, usually he's so composed. He can't help it since it's the first time in months that he's seen you, let alone fucked you.

You feel tears streaming down your face at how good he was making you feel.

How good his cock makes you feel.

He growls at the sight, rutting into you faster. The fact that you're crying out of pleasure gives him the need to fuck you more.

It boosts his ego.

Y/n: Doyoung!

And now his name falls from your swollen lips, his dick twitching inside you.

Y/n: I'm cumming!

You fucks you through your orgasm.

Doyoung: Gonna get you pregnant, love. Fill you up with my babies. You want that?

Y/n: Please, please, please! Want you to fill me up.

Amd who is he to say no to that?

He thrusts a few more times before spilling as deep inside your womb as he can.

He kisses all over your face and carries you to the bed, cock still inside you.

Doyoung: Can we stay like this? I love having you this close to me.

Y/n: Of course, baby.

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a/n: meh. i think writing lots of fics in the span of two days with little sleep has drained my creative juices. thank you for reading ‹𝟹

[allaboutthedongs]

*1000000000x chef kisses*

[cloudsoobin]

.plouie rouge

Contém: conteúdo sugestivo, consumo de álcool, Doyoung e leitora super boiolas um pelo outro; N/A: Essa coisa linda foi escrita em conjunto com a @helixnebula, minha linda bestie gigi (pra não dizer que ela fez tudo e eu só fiz o beta)

   Você terminava de colocar seus acessórios em frente ao espelho do quarto que dividia com Doyoung, conferiu sua aparência no espelho antes de pegar sua bolsa que se encontrava em cima da cama e estava pronta. Você e Doyoung estavam de férias por alguns dias em Paris e estavam se preparando para sair para jantar no L’atelier de Joël Robuchon, restaurante duas estrelas Michelin que vocês sempre quiseram conhecer, mas devido as agendas sempre lotadas, nunca tiveram a oportunidade.

  Ao passar pela porta, pode encontrar o Kim de pé no meio da sala do quarto do hotel no qual estavam hospedados, sua presença e o barulho de seus saltos contra o piso de madeira chamaram a atenção do mais velho que logo levou o olhar até sua figura, analisando cada detalhe de sua aparência e sorrindo como um bobo.

   – As vezes eu desconfio que devo ter salvado um país na outra vida pra ter você na atual. - Se aproximou, segurando seu queixo delicadamente com uma mão e depositando um selar demorado em seus lábios. – Você está espetacular, mon amour.

   Não pode evitar que uma risada leve saísse ao ouvir ele te chamar dessa forma. – ‘Tô pensando seriamente em passar mais tempo na França se isso significar que você vai me chamar assim mais vezes. – Então o Kim sussurrou em seu ouvido dessa vez “mon amour” e sentiu seu coração dar piruetas, era fraca demais por ele. – Vamos logo, linda.

  Ao tocar na maçaneta do quarto do hotel, ouviram um barulho estrondoso vindo do lado de fora, era um trovão. Começara a chover em Paris. Não conseguiu esconder a decepção que tomou conta de seu rosto, vocês passaram tanto tempo planejando esses encontros na cidade luz e logo quando estavam prestes a sair um temporal assola a região.

   – Eu não acredito nisso! – Diz voltando seu corpo para a varanda do quarto, olhando a paisagem do lado de fora tornar-se cada vez mais molhada. – Não acredito que me arrumei à toa! Vamos perder a reserva do hotel e nem vai dar pra passear após o jantar. – A decepção era clara em sua voz, estava tão animada para aquela noite que não imaginou que seus planos seriam estragados dessa forma.

   – Ei, ‘tá tudo bem. – Doyoung passou as mãos pela sua cintura, apoiando a cabeça em seu ombro, deixando ali um selar reconfortante enquanto também olhava para o lado de fora do hotel. – Você está linda demais para não aproveitar, o que acha de fazermos algo aqui no quarto mesmo?

   – O que tem em mente? – Não podia evitar soar frustrada, mas ao menos estava junto de Doyoung, por mais que seus planos iniciais tenham sido levados água abaixo, literalmente.

– Podemos abrir a garrafa de Chablis que compramos ontem e cortar aquela peça de brie que encontramos no mercado outro dia, o que me diz? – Sentiu o aperto do mesmo aumentar, não negaria que o convite te interessava muito. Poder passar um momento mais íntimo com o Kim apreciando um bom vinho era algo que nunca recusaria. Portanto, acenou positivamente com a cabeça, virando o corpo para depositar um beijo singelo na bochecha do mais velho – Então, meu bem, pode se acomodar na varanda que já trago nosso vinho e queijo.

   Com isso o Kim foi em direção ao frigobar pegar o que havia prometido e você abriu a porta da varanda da sala do hotel, fez questão de arrumar a posição da pequena mesa que havia no lugar para que ela ficasse em frente ao sofá de canto presente no local, para que pudessem apoiar as taças, a garrafa e a tábua. Ao terminar, sentou-se em um dos lugares do sofá e aguardou a chegada de Doyoung enquanto assistia a chuva que caía lá fora, a qual não lhe atingia devido a proteção de vidro da sacada.

   Poucos instantes depois o Kim chega equilibrando o vinho, as taças e uma tábua com o queijo que haviam comprado perfeitamente cortado, não pode evitar em se sentir realizada ao notar o capricho com o qual o outro havia preparado aquilo, por mais simples que fosse. – Não poderia desperdiçar você tão linda assim com qualquer coisa, então fiz questão de preparar como se fosse algo que um chef faria, espero que tenha gostado.

   Não tardou em se virar para o mais velho, que agora encontrava-se sentado ao seu lado, e acariciar sua bochecha com sua mão direita, podia ver nos seus olhos o quanto ele esperava sua genuína aprovação sobre seu esforço e então lhe deu a resposta mais sincera que encontrou no momento. Depositou um beijo demorado e leve em seus lábios, ocasionando num sorriso logo em seguida. – Eu adorei tudo, meu amor.

  Após mais alguns selares, se serviram com o vinho e passaram a conversar sobre diversos assuntos cotidianos, sobre sua viagem até então enquanto assistiam os pingos de chuva caírem furiosamente sobre as ruas e molhar a paisagem parisiense. Após algumas taças de vinho, pode notar que Doyoung já se encontrava um pouco mais “alegre”, era nítido que o álcool estava surtindo efeito e você não podia não o achar adorável e extremamente atraente. A forma como já se encontrava sem seu blazer devido ao calor que a bebida o havia proporcionado e o rosto levemente avermelhado eram seu atual interesse, não conseguindo desvencilhar seus olhos da figura masculina ao seu lado.

   De repente, o Kim levantou-se do sofá e ofereceu uma mão a você, fazendo menção para que a segurasse e se levantasse. – Dança comigo? – O pedido a pegou de surpresa, culpava a bebida pela súbita animação do outro, mas nunca recusaria um pedido para dançar com Kim Doyoung.

   Então ele deu play em seu celular, que havia conectado a caixa de som que havia do outro lado da varanda, então as primeiras notas de All I Got tomaram conta do ambiente. Sentiu um dos braços do mais velho te puxar para mais perto, colando seus corpos, levou seus braços até seu pescoço e os deixou ali, então passaram a se movimentar lentamente pela varanda.

   Queria culpar o álcool, mas não podia evitar sentir seu corpo cada vez mais quente. O som da chuva caindo lá fora, a música que invadia seus ouvidos, o calor do corpo de Doyoung colado ao seu e te guiando da forma mais sensual e elegante possível, tinha certeza que estava fantasiando demais, devia ser o vinho. Entretanto, ao abrir os olhos, pegou Doyoung no pulo lhe encarando com os olhinhos puxados reluzentes e se sentiu acanhada por um segundo, sabia que seu rosto havia ficado tão rubro quanto a bebida que tomavam.

   – Você ‘tá tão linda. – O Kim disse enquanto acariciava seus cabelos, colocando uma mecha atrás de sua orelha e deixando um beijo singelo em sua bochecha. – Eu quase não consigo aguentar. – sentiu o nariz percorrer a lateral de seu rosto e seu maxilar, deixando ali um beijo. Você sentiu seu corpo todo entrar em combustão com apenas aquele inocente gesto, mais uma vez culpando o álcool que, cá entre nós, não tinha um papel tão relevante assim no seu estado atual, seu motivo era muito mais físico.

   Se aproximou da orelha de Doyoung, não sem antes deixar um selar em sua bochecha que o fez sorrir, e não se conteve em sussurrar: – Então não aguente. – E com essas palavras, sentiu o aperto em sua cintura aumentar e seu corpo ser guiado em direção ao parapeito e vidro da varanda, logo tendo suas costas chocadas levemente contra a estrutura. Então encarou o mais velho novamente e pode ver um sorriso sugestivo surgir em seus lábios ao mesmo tempo que trouxe seu quadril de encontro ao dele com mais força. – Você ainda vai me enlouquecer, mon amour. – Ao ouvir o apelido francês, cravou suas unhas nos ombros largos enquanto sentia o choque dos lábios macios contra os seus em um beijo fervoroso, tinha certeza que quem enlouqueceria ali era você se ele continuasse te chamando dessa forma, mas não queria que aquilo parasse.

   – Repete. – Doyoung cessou o beijo, deixando uma mordida leve em seu lábio inferior, para encarar seu rosto e ter certeza do que havia acabado de ouvir. E como se te desafiasse a falar novamente, levantou uma sobrancelha e com uma expressão brincalhona esperou que você implorasse. – Por favor, amor, fala de novo.

– Gosta quando te chamo assim? – Te prensou ainda mais contra a estrutura da varanda, colando-se ao seu corpo que fervia em antecipação e paixão. – Mon amour. – Então sussurrou em seu ouvido, com o melhor sotaque francês que poderia adquirir no momento. Foi aí que você sentiu como se suas pernas viraram gelatina. Não se conteve em fechar os olhos e se deleitar na forma como o apelido soava saindo dos lábios bonitos e agora inchados devido ao beijo.

   Não resistiu em puxá-lo novamente para um beijo quente, dessa vez perdeu seus dígitos entre os cabelos escuros porque não conseguia encontrar formas suficientes para expressar como estava se sentindo. O leve gosto de álcool que o beijo de vocês tinha lhe entorpecia, as mãos compridas passeando pelo seu corpo era como brasa queimando. Doyoung trazia à você o calor do inferno em meio ao torpor do paraíso e você nunca se cansaria disso.

   – Prefere terminar essa noite no quarto? – Ele perguntou ao cessar os beijos e continuar com as carícias pelo seu corpo, lhe encarando com as íris transbordando luxúria e a pele quente como se estivesse prestes a entrar em combustão.

   – Eu estive pensando e… – Você então aproximou seus lábios da orelha do Kim, sussurrando inebriada pela tensão. – Quero que ela termine aqui. – Não pode evitar em soltar um riso leve ao notar o aperto em sua cintura se intensificar e as orbes escuras lhe encararem espantadas, sentimento que logo foi substituído por pura lascívia.

   Então vocês continuaram a noite ali, naquela varanda, com a cidade luz como paisagem e a lua testemunha de sua paixão.

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Dojae) Red Flag

Doyoung - 27 My career will always take precedence over our relationship. My best friend and I have matching rings we wear on our ring fingers. Nothing you buy me will ever replace it. I’m allergic to exercise and green vegetables. Do not ever ask me to go camping or fishing or hiking with you. The only hobbies I enjoy are sleeping and watching dramas.

Surely, Doyoung thinks, surely no one will swipe right on this.

Alternatively: Doyoung purposefully creates the worst dating profile to fulfill a promise. Jaehyun has been waiting years for this opportunity.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38267704

[ihavethedreamies]

Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.4k

Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.

I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

You had always had eyes for your friend's brother. It was nearly impossible not to give the fact that he was simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the earth. There were times where Doyoung would smile or laugh and you heart would melt; the other times he would get angry or annoyed, and THAT look…made your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appealed to you more than the ripped guys you'd meet at the gym. You did always wonder what he had hiding under there though, because every time you were at the pool, he either didn’t get in or wore a shirt…Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body didn’t leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though, was that your best friend knew EVERYTHING. And she would tease you mercilessly for it. She was never disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she requested to never have to see anything between the two of you. Fat chance at anything happening though. To him, you were like another little sister. You had been friends with his actual sister for many, many years, and he probably still saw you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but he, and his sister, never let you live it down.

Luckily, since he was five years older, there was never a point where you two were at the same school. You weren’t sure you could handle all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remembered one valentine's day the amount of chocolates and notes he brought home from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out terribly misshapen -still tasty- you ate them yourself.

Little did he know, you had a framed picture with him on your vanity…Not in a creepy way. It was from a few summers back where your group of friends had gone camping and he went along with some of his friends to basically chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just him. Your favorite part of it was that he is standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he ruffled your hair, then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his friends, but you and he sat aside, watching the shenanigans. You were both exhausted but would be teased endlessly if you went to bed, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasn’t until later that you had found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he fell asleep with his head resting on yours. Rumor had it, your best friend had a picture, but refused to show you. She claimed she needed it for when she did something otherwise unforgivable and needed an out.

One day you were over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment was settled above her aunt's bakery and so she got a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle had no children themselves, Doyoung was set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by, and his beautiful face always drew people in like flies. It was honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracted you from your studies. Often your friend would catch you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him, daydreaming.

"Yah! Get to work." She tapped the end of her pencil on your notebook.

"Sorry." You snapped out of it and got back to taking notes. Summer break was approaching, which meant so were finals. Not too worried about it you realized you might gain a reason to be if you continued to drift off into Doyoung land. It had become soon to closing time for the bakery, staying open till about six pm that time of year. You decided to take a break and got off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered had been put in the refrigerator and the dishes had long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you wanted. You also had a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you weren’t hungry. Going to the small balcony, you leaned on the railing to watch Doyoung sweeping in front of the store and wiping tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to above his elbow, and his jeans were perfectly hugging-

"How's studying going?" His voice startled you and your eyes moved from his ass to his eyes. He was looking up at you like a curious bunny and it was the cutest freaking-

"Uh, it's going." You huffed a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.

"Do you need any help?" He asked and you blinked back. Should you take the opportunity? You really didn’t need help…You glanced behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.

"Uh, yes please. I'll be right down!" You called as quietly as you could for him to still hear you, but not wake her up, and shuffled back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flapped on the stairs as you descended the outside staircase and moved to meet him out front.

"Let's go sit inside, it’s a bit cooler." He smiled and motioned for you to follow. He closed the doors, flipped the sign to closed, and you found a table. There were only three small tables inside, so you had to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removed his apron - dear lord his buttons were STRUGGLING - and moved the chair from across to next to you.

"What class are you studying for right now?" He asked.

"Advanced World History." You weren’t exactly having trouble, but it was the hardest class you needed to study for. His eyes widened then he blinked at you.

"You're, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteen." He shook his head.

"Can you now?" You asked and he laughed. Your heart thudded so hard it's like she fell over the railing of a balcony.

"I can try…I should have asked what class before I offered." He huffed a nervous laugh.

"Well, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what I'm talking about." You handed him a green-paper packet and he turned his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He began to go over questions, and you answered, but he tripped you up. You had memorized them in order, and he was reading off at random. This meant you had to actually know what the answer was instead of relying on repetition.

"Daeng! Try again!" He eyed you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkled your nose, thinking.

"You're so cute." he whispered, but you heard it. Your head shot up to stare at him, and realization crossed his face that he said it out loud. You expected him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turned a bright red.

"I'm cute? Me? No, no, you're cute." You had no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but you were dead serious. He blinked at you again.

"Cute." You pointed at him. Your deadpan stare and serious tone caught him off guard. He cleared his throat nervously and wouldn’t meet your eye.

"Next question." You waved the situation off, screaming inside. It was like you were having an out-of-body-experience and your filter had been removed, letting him your instinctual thoughts.

"You really think I'm cute?" He put the paper down, sitting up straight.

"You are the cutest thing on the face of the earth." Once again, you were completely serious. His whole face bloomed red, and he brought his hand to his mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.

"Come on, keep going, we didn’t finish." You pushed the paper toward him, but he just glanced at it.

"Questions." You poked the paper.

"How long have you thought I was cute?" He put his hand down, the embarrassment dissipating and turning to smugness.

"Forever, continue." Paper was shoved. Finally, he picked up the packet and when his face was hidden, you released a rush of air to try and calm down.

"On a level of one to ten, how cute am I?" Man, he was like a dog with a bone. You rolled your eyes.

"Eleven."

"How long have you liked me?" That threw you off a bit.

"I never said I liked you-" You tried to play it off. He put the packet down.

"You think I'm cute." He smirked.

"Puppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?"

"Why do you have the hoodie I lost a few years ago in your closet?"

"H-how did you know about that?"

"Saw it in the picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you two got to match."

"It could have been any red hoodie; how did you know it's yours?"

"I didn’t…not until now. Plus… it’s way too big." He smirked and your violent intentions flared to life.

"You little shit!" You scolded and he guffawed. You were sure your face was as red as that sweatshirt.

"How did you even get it?" He questioned and you exhaled harshly.

"I was at your house when it was just me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I wasn’t answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find." You shared and he hummed.

"Just you in my hoodie, hm?" His gaze had changed, and you weren’t sure how to feel.

"Oh, hush, pervert." You mumbled, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You heard the chair scrape on the floor, then felt him standing next to you, close enough to feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracked having to bend back too far. He was so close. If you breathed too deeply your chest would brush against him. That thought made your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air was stolen from your lungs when his hands, his BEAUTIFUL hands, cupped your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips already slightly touching yours.

"Ye-" You didn’t even finish your acceptance and he instantly latched onto you. You whined, any sass draining from you instantly. Carefully, you lifted your arms and clutched his shirt above where it was tucked into his jeans. His hand moved from your jaw to back of your neck, deepening the kiss. His other hand ran down your arm and settled politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulled away and your breath came out harsh, sucking in air. After your lung's respite, he was on you again, this time his tongue snuck past your lips, brushing at yours. You gasped and he swallowed it, backing you up till your back hit the wall. Both hands ended up pinning you in as he placed them on the wall and your hands left his side the clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulled away right as you needed to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connected your lips, and he licked over his own, breaking the connection. He moved to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stopped him.

"We can’t, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, it’s closer." You whispered and he backed up a bit.

"Don’t you live in a dorm?"

"Yes, but my roommate works nights." You were still so close that your lips brushed as you talked. He grunted, backing up, and you moved toward the door so fast, you almost slipped. Your left sandal came partially off, and you fixed it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you entered her apartment and grabbed your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bumped your leg on the table as you moved around and fought back a grunt. His sister was still asleep, so you laid a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on  the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you saw he was behind the counter when you reentered, probably finishing last-minute business. You shoved all your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then waited patiently for him to finish. You were sure you looked EXTRA sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He went into the back then came out with his own bag and smiled innocently as he met you.

"Ready?" He whispered directly into your ear, and you wanted to scream YES! but refrained.

"Yep." You tried to stay casual, and he chuckled. He led you outside and across the street to his car. It was nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice. It was a dark blue with black leather seats. You weren’t sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you threw your bag in the back along with his and before you could reach for your seatbelt, he was doing it for you. Right as he clicked it, he gave you a brief peck on the lips. He went to start the car and your hand flung out to rest on his arm.

"Wait…I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?" You did not want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. You were pretty sure this was more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you didn’t want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turned to you, soft, and he sighed.

"Honestly, it was last year that I really realized what was going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there. I don’t remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could sing, and you cannot-"

"Hey!"

"I couldn’t stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggle to read the prompter because your contacts weren’t the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way. I only wanted you to smile at ME like that. I've been hiding it, because I didn’t think you would want to go out with your friend's big brother…" He tapped awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.

"My dude, that is like the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, that and a daddy kink-"

"Okay, thanks, that's all I need to know!" He sighed again.

"I really, really like you." He finished and you brought your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.

"I really, really, really like you." You emphasized the third really. He smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"If this is too fast for you-"

"I have been waiting YEARS for this. Drive!" You pointed forward and he laughed, doing as you said. Once you got to campus, you directed him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. There were still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grabbed your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. They were gawking at Doyoung, and it pissed you off. You grumbled as your keycard refused to work the first time, getting more upset that you were letting them eye-hump your man…In reality it was probably because there was a dude there, not what he looked like. You finally saw the light turn green and heard the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yanked him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you used your card to enter your room as he looked around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.

"Don’t worry these walls are REALLY soundproof." You reassured, shutting the door as he entered.

"How do you know that?" He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Because if one of them ever brings a guy, I don’t hear anything." You motioned vaguely. While your room was clean, bed made, you panicked upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grabbed it, its name might or might not have been Doyoung, and yeeted it into your closet.

"What are you hiding?" He teased and you closed the door to the closet, before being backed into it.

"Nothing." You tried to cover the act up by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hummed suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. It was different than before, this felt more like love than lust. It made your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulled back after a much shorter time, and he ran his hands over your frizzy hair.

"You're beautiful." His soft voice made you want to cry.

"So are you," You brought him down to your level again and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so close you could feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifted to your short-clad ass and gripped. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invaded. He was the best kiss you'd ever had. You also had a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moved down, laying wet kisses and sucks on your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucked over your pulse. You knew the position he was in was probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.

"Move to the bed?" You offered and he laid one more kiss on your neck, then pulled back to allow you both to move. You barely sat down on the bed before he pushed you lightly onto your back and crawled over you. He stared warmly down at you for a second, then shoved his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.

"Ah!" You moaned softly and his lips reattached to yours. He dominated the kiss, and you were totally fine with it. As his tongue wrapped around yours, your hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you could.

Much to your disappointment, he was wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He broke the kiss to remove the shirt and…fuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders did enough for you... While to many that may not be sexy, that was the most of Doyoung's skin you had seen. He smirked at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removed the tank top and let it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that you had never heard of or seen him work out, he was nicely toned. For a man who liked to lie in bed all day, he had a nice body.

"Your turn," He argued when you tried to kiss him again. You swallowed, nervous, but none the less sat up to remove your own tank top. You were in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitated, but removed it as well. Instantly, he was on you. He manhandled you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latched onto a nipple. You sighed at the feeling, never being much sensitive there, but since it was him, you actually shivered a bit…He let go with a pop and you felt a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He landed on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he could question you, you straddled him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to see you like this." You whispered and he huffed in amusement. As you stroked his skin, his hands grasped at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulled you down and grinded up into you. Since you were both wearing denim, there wasn’t a ton of sensation, but the act itself made you both groan. You could tell he was getting harder by the second, and you were sure your underwear was already ruined. He continued to grind up into you, making your hands falter.

"Okay!" you declared, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seemed shocked, but when he tried to protest you shot him a glare. He relaxed back onto his elbows again as you undid his pants. You rubbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally pulling him out, you gasped, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, he was bigger than anyone you had been with before.

"(Y/N)-" Doyoung's thought dropped off when you ran your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan came out, be he did let out a harsh exhale. You had no idea how long you had wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, was going to stop you. Not that he wanted to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to descend. Finally, he let out a light groan and it sounded heavenly. You couldn’t get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so that’s what you did. When your lips met the skin of his pelvis and you swallowed, his arms gave out and he flopped onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dug into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallowed again and then began to bob your head, taking him into the base each time. He was getting louder, and his noises made you moan.

"Fuck!" He cursed at the vibration. So, you did it again.

"(Y/N) if you don’t stop, I'm gonna cum." He warned. You didn’t stop. You wanted him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he let out a whining moan and thrust up slightly as you felt his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pulled off as he caught his breath. He looked up at you as you made sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing that did something to him, and he shot up, pining you down roughly against the bed. You squeaked in surprise as he rapidly undid the button of your shorts and yanked them off. He paused at your panties; they had little ducks on them. He gave you a look, to which you shrugged, and then those too were yanked off. You watched as he took his fingers and ran them up your soaked slit. You moaned, eagerly anticipating him fingering you. His hands were just so-

"Doyoung!" He had suddenly shoved a finger inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shook you. Without warning he added another finger, scissoring them as you tried to catch your breath. Hovered over you, waiting till you got enough air for him to kiss you. When you could finally breathe easily, his lips attached to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. You were in heaven, and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. You weren’t sure you could handle the pleasure. He left your lips, and you threw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.

"Oppa, I'm gonna cum." You moaned and something about the pet-name got to him, and his movements intensified, his thumb moved to your clit.

"Then do it," he ordered, and you saw white. He continued his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you got too over stimulated, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gaped at him, body feeling limp. By that point he was completely hard again, and he spread your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock against your still twitching hole.

"Oh, please-" You encouraged, and he slowly began to ease into you. The stretch stung a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpowered it. As he slowly got deeper you tried desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside of you, finally, was better than you ever dreamed. He finally was in all the way, barely bumping your cervix. You felt so full.

"G-give me a second." You gripped his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kissed over your face as you got used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.

"Ready?" He questioned and you nodded. He started slow, barely pulling out before going as deep as he could, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. Your breath hitched each time.

"More." You pled and he smirked. He hitched your other leg up as well then began to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You could already feel an orgasm building, it made your head swim. Nothing had EVER felt this good. He continued the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind you came undone again. It shocked both of you, and he halted his movements as you clenched around him. His brows furrowed at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard not to cum himself. He wanted to give you the most pleasure he could before he finished. Once your orgasm had calmed, he began the slow pace again. He quickly built speed though and you practically screamed when he began to fuck you in earnest. You were were practically bent in half as he loomed over you, fucking you into the mattress. Your hands flew up to grip at his bare back, your nails dragging and leaving red lines. Doyoung groaned at the feeling and dug his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excited you, more than you thought it would. That was something to be explored later, though. All of a sudden, he pulled out and you exclaimed.

"What-!" With much more strength than you thought he had, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely kept your balance before he slammed back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half fell to the bed, and you gripped the sheets to hold on for dear life. He was deeper now, each thrust ramming his head against your cervix. Tears pricked at your eyes; the pleasure so intense you almost weren’t sure you could handle it. Then, his hand came down harshly on your ass and you yelped.

"Fuck, do that again please." You pleaded and you could practically hear him smirk. He landed another hit, on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bed frame provided by the college rocked, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you weren’t being fucked out of your mind you would have made note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students had probably done something like that. That alone proved the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head were gripping your sheets hard, and his hands left your hips to cover yours. He linked his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucked his cock into you, each time he buried fully back into you, more of your braincells floated away. Nothing else came to mind but your impending orgasm.

"Doyoung…gon-gonna cum~." You whined.

"Me too, hold on a bit, princess," he grunted, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand laid on your lower stomach. His thrusts got shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to feel himself inside you.

"Cum inside." You told him and he almost outright stopped.

"I'm on birth control pills, please cum inside." You pleaded and he swore several times, grinding into you. When you felt his hot cum shooting inside, it knocked you over the edge. You saw stars and swore you blacked out for a few seconds. When you came to, he was pulling out and a great deal of fluid was flowing down the inside of your thighs.

"You squirted." He informed and you barely registered what he said.

"Huh?"

"You soaked me." He chuckled and you propped yourself up to look back at him. You gaped at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.

"Shit! I'm sorry! I've never done that before!"

"Shh, it's okay. It was hot." Doyoung chuckled and you sighed in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till you were laying on your stomach.

"Where’s the bathroom?"

"Second door across the living room." You waved your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listened as he partially clothed himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then left your room. Since you didn’t hear anything, you assumed your roommates were not home and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He was incredibly attentive and helped you clean up. Slowly, you sat up as he threw the towel on your dirty laundry. He picked his shirt up off the floor and handed it to you.

"I have clothes to change into," you pointed at your dresser, and he shook his head.

"Please?" He gave you a smug look and you narrowed your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you buttoned it up and you smiled at how the fabric pooled over you. The sleeves went past your hands, and you could practically wear it as a dress and still be decent to go outside. He sat on your bed, and you just stared at each other for a bit.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, almost sheepishly. You furrowed your brow dramatically.

"What kind of question? YES, of course!" You glared and he laughed, tackling you. Since you were on a twin sized bed, you both could barely fit. He pressed his back against the wall and hugged you so close to him there was still a good four inches of bed at your back. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and reached to pull the comforter over you two.

"What about when your roommate comes home?" He asked as you cuddled. You glanced behind you at the clock.

"I'll text her; she can sleep on the couch." He reluctantly let you get up to retrieve your phone. You stood, texting, and he admired you in just his shirt.

"Be nicer if it was red."

Master-Master List

NCT Master List

[neoballsucker]

KISS

Summary : your grades were falling down the hill and your teacher decided to help you a little

Genre : teacher!doyoung , legal age gap , smut , the use of slut/whore , the use of sir (obvi) , the use of good girl , praise kink , degradation kink

Pair : doyoung x female reader

Words count : 1,182

Now playing : kiss by nct dojaejung

A/N : this is my first time writing a smut or anything so erm if it turned out bad forgive me thank you ‼️‼️‼️

in college in the mall when you were You met alot of handsome men out there in college in the mall when you were You

shopping even in the street when you were just walking around to get groceries

But nobody was more handsome than your teacher Kim dongyoung or as people call him doyoung he was smart young handsome and his bunny like smile he was just perfect for you, you mever thought it would be interested in you , always fantasized about the things he would do to you the things he would say to you

You wanted him to use you in any way possible

You wouldn't mind him tying you up calling you names you just wanted him to notice you

You always studied hard for his classes to appear as the perfect student Infront of him

But at the last couple of exams you couldn't keep up with the subject it gets harder

You were too embarrassed to ask him for him so doesn't think you're stupid

Until he called you to his office one day as you knocked on the door nervously

You heard a gentle "come in" from behind the door

You took a deep breath and entered the office and closed the door behind you

"Sit down" He says in a calm and gentle tone that makes you melt but you hold yourself back from anything stupid and sat right where he told you

"I've been noticing that you've been getting bad grades for the past few months is everything okay with you?" He asks you softly

"W-well I have some problems and I have been just... stressing out these few months I'm sorry... I'll make sure to study harder" You said while your eyes are stuck on the ground

"Well can you atleast look at me while you're talking?" He chunkles softly which makes you nervous

You look up to meet his gaze

Lord look at his handsome face his eyes his perfect hair even his glasses were perfect

"It's okay I understand but make sure to study harder I believe in you the finals are coming soon" he smiles softly at you

As you try to hold yourself from getting up and totally destroy him

"Oh and you can come after school is over for the lessons you don't understand I know it sounds boring but I'm doing this because I want you to graduate with good grades"

"Yes sir I'll make sure to head to your office after class" you smile and nod heading towards the door

----TIME SKIPS---

after class is over you head over to your teacher's office you knock the door gently

"Come in" you hear his gentle voice as you feel like you're getting wet only from hearing his voice as you take a deep breath you open the door and find him leaning on his desk

"Ahh you're here" he smiles oh fuck you wanted him to fuck you numb as you feel like you're getting wet by his smile only

You smile back at him and gets into the office

"Oh hello sir" you smile awkwardly at him as he takes a sip out of his coffee

"Hello darling" his smile the nickname he called you it made heat rise to your face

"So should we start now?" He asks you and smiles softly

"Yes yes let's start" you nod slightly and smile

"And if you solved the problems that I'll give you after we finish I'll give you a reward" he smiles but...his smile seems a little bit different it's not as cute as his usual one you said to yourself that you were imagining causing you were tired and ignored it

As he started explaining you made sure to throw all thoughts away so you can answer the problems to get the 'reward' he was talking about

After he finishes explaining the lesson he obviously gives you some problems

You started solving them right away after about half an hour you hand him the paper

He started checking if you did anything wrong after a few minutes of sitting awkwardly just admiring his face

"Alright I guess someone is getting a reward" He smiles softly as he gives you the paper

You smile at him excitedly as you're eager to know what's the 'reward' he was talking about.

He takes off his glasses and sits in his for few seconds then he gets up from his seat walking right behind you

"Are you ready for yor reward baby" he whispers in her ear

Feeling his warm breath near your face sent shivers down your spine as you nod slightly

He then pats your head And starts throwing everything off his desk

"Can you lay down here for me baby" he says with a smile on his face

You nod hasitaintly getting up from the chair laying down on the desk

He leans in and captures your lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss it felt long very long as his tongue is tangled with yours

You find yourself moaning in the kiss and whines as he pulls out off it

"Are you ready for the actual reward"

You nod slightly and take a deep breath

He started to remove your skirt slowly as he touches your skin to tease you he starts removing your panties

"Look at that pretty pussy I'm sure it will take me really well don't you think so?" He asks with a low deep voice as you nod nervously

He grabs a condom from his drawer before he takes off his pants

You can see his bulge through his boxers as he takes off his boxers wrapping the condom around his cock

He starts to move his fingers around your entrance as you whine and whimper

"P-please p-please i want you inside of me"

It came out of your mouth more of a moan

"I know I know that princess patience" she says gently he was soft really soft with you

As you were about to open your mouth to say something without a warning you feel his cock inside of you

You cry out as he starts to adjust his length inside you he was big and thick

Stretching your hole as you try to hold in your moan

"Aren't you just a fucking slut that wanna get fuck , oh fuck" he groans as your eyes roll back

"Answer me you fucking whore" he says with a more dominant and demanding voice

"Y-yes that's right sir" you can barely talk

"Aren't you just a good girl" he said as he starts moving in and out faster and more roughly

You moan cry out and scream as he grinds faster

Her eyes rolls back as she cums on him as he feels like he reaches his climax as well and cums in her she closes her eyes and moans loudly as she feels his seeds in her

"If you did well in the finals I'm going to give you a better reward" He smiles softly and kisses your lips

[multifandomslxt]

I honestly don’t even know what to say😭😭

He disappears for weeks and then drops this?

DOLCE & GABBANA DOYOUNG IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME, REALLY.

Tagging my Doyoung's bitches because you need to see this. @calibabii21 @multifandomslxt

[blondiedae]

dry house, wet clothes (nine)

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 dry house, wet clothes, nine

pairing. johnny suh x afab!reader x jeong jaehyun

genre. angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn (for jaehyun), friends to lovers (for johnny)

warnings. swearing, kissing, angst, fluff, miscommunication, mentions of drinking, oral (giving, receiving - Johnny is a man obsessed), dirty talk, spitting (only briefly), we’re close to praise kink territory, romantic penetrative sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play (fucking), begging, creampie, use of pet names (babe, baby, Juliet, good girl)

word count. 8,460

plot. the four of you have spent years building the world around you, your friendship, your weekends together hidden in jaehyun's loft. you, mark, johnny and jaehyun. shaking the foundation of that by being in love with your best friend, jaehyun, is a risk you've never been confident enough to take. but, johnny suh is confident and johnny suh has been known to shake the world around you.

other's mentioned. kim jungwoo, mark lee, lee taeyong, nakamoto yuta, kim dongyoung (doyoung)

author's note. i really struggled with where to cut this off. but, this felt like the best spot, even though it’s a bit short. chapter ten will be (roughly) 20k and there is a lot that happens, once spring comes around. please enjoy a moderately tame chapter before the climax.

taglist (open). @xiaojunsdino @yoursyuno @girlisaloser

playlist. here!

“What happened on New Year’s eve?”

There was an honesty lingering on Jaehyun’s tongue; honesty that needed to roll off the end of it, honesty that needed released. There was a tension in his shoulders, a weight he had developed new muscles specifically to carry. His body ached from the strain, his heart felt the worst of it. Jaehyun had tried, he had taken steps closer and closer to the edge until he got close enough to see just over it; something unknown, something unstable, something ungrounded. And when he saw that, he pulled back and he started over.

He was stuck in a cycle that was destroying him.

Jaehyun looked up at Jungwoo, tried to swallow misdirected malice and asked, “What did you say to her?”

It was accusatory, still slightly misplaced. Jaehyun knew it came back to him, all of it came back to Jaehyun and honesty that couldn’t, wouldn’t roll off his tongue. Still, he braced himself for impact, braced himself for honesty he wasn’t owed from Jungwoo, “I don’t know.”

“Just tell me.”

Jungwoo stopped in his tracks, fiddled with something on Jaehyun’s counter and shook his head. It had only been three days, the memory would always be wrapped in a haze of alcohol and music, laughter and the buzzing from his kitchen light. Jungwoo could remember most of it, some of it, a piece of the way you’d looked at him and the sinking feeling in his stomach when he knew, “I messed up.”

“How?”

“She…she was looking for you. And I just said that you missed her.” Jungwoo let out a breath, “I think I said that your mom missed her. So, she knew.”

“Oh.”

“I thought she already knew.”

It came back to him; Jaehyun and the honesty he cowered away from. He looked at Jungwoo and tried to step closer to the edge, “It’s my fault.”

“Yeah.” He’d never sugarcoat things. If Jaehyun could, if he could clear his head, he might think to thank Jungwoo for that, “It is.”

More weight, more tension. Jaehyun was close to caving and crumbling under it.

“What happened on New Year’s eve?” Mark’s head was in his hands, on the sofa across from Jaehyun, “I feel like I’ve been hungover for four days.”

Jaehyun looked at him easily, smiled and shook his head, “Did you have fun?” Answering Mark’s question with his own, piling on more weight. Mark didn’t need to know. Realistically, Mark was asking for his own clarity. So, Jaehyun avoided an answer with substance and added on, “You got pretty drunk.”

4:56pm What happened on New Year’s eve?

[4 Missed Calls from Johnny]

Jaehyun’s hands clenched around his phone, feeling it vibrate for the fifth time in the last six hours. He rolled his shoulders, tried to redistribute the weight, tried to breathe. Johnny had called and he called, then he waited before he called again and Jaehyun couldn’t pull himself to the edge to pick up. Instead, he watched his screen light up and go dark four times, instead he let a text and four calls go unanswered, avoiding them until he didn’t have a choice.

Until Jaehyun’s intercom alerted him and Johnny made himself unavoidable, “Open up.”

Jaehyun did.

Johnny had his hands in his pockets and a genuine, curious look on his face. He looked Jaehyun up, then down, then pushed past him to come inside, “Good. You’re alive.”

“Johnny.”

“What’s going on with you, man?” His friend put a hand on his shoulder. Johnny grabbed at him, squeezed at the tension and tried to relieve it, concerned, “Are you okay?”

Jaehyun lied. He was so good at lying, at looking his friends in the eyes and saying, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re good?” Lie. Jaehyun nodded and Jaehyun lied. Johnny patted his back, “Good. Now, what’s the truth?”

There was no way to answer that. He pushed his door closed, quieting the wind outside and not risking looking down the street to where he knew you were, where you’d been since you’d told him you needed space. You couldn’t be his friend. Jaehyun shook his head, “That is the truth.”

“I’ll ask a different question, then?” Johnny sat down, using the back of Jaehyun’s couch as a chair, “What happened on New Year’s eve.”

It’s my fault. Jaehyun blinked. He put more distance between himself and Johnny, himself and the edge, Jaehyun and honesty, “I don’t know, John. I don’t remember a lot of it.”

“Try.”

“Maybe you should ask her.”

“I will.” Johnny stood up then, “I’m worried about her. I’m worried about you too, man. So, talk to me.”

One year ago, you were standing in the same spot Johnny was. One year ago, when Jaehyun had spent days wishing he’d kissed you at midnight, you were in his living room, in his sweatshirt, safely in his heart. It felt naive to think you’d always be there, now. Jaehyun felt his hands, his ears, his chest warm at the thought - loss, you being gone for a while, maybe for good. He had to hold onto something to keep his composure, to keep himself from spiraling.

Jaehyun took another step away from Johnny and gave a pinch of the truth, “We’re just growing up, John.”

Johnny nodded, like he accepted that as an answer. Jungwoo’s party had been an interesting way to recognize growth; the way all of you looked so out of place in your uniforms and, at the same time, the way you looked just as you always had. Jaehyun couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t walk himself away from how much you all had changed. He fell in love with the girl in that uniform, he’d traced constellations into your skin, he made promises he thought he’d have time to keep. You weren’t her, anymore. The fragments of her he could still see were wedged into places they didn’t fit - shattered remnants of you in high school, you in college, you and him in every moment before October. Before Johnny told me he likes me.

“Yeah, we are.” Johnny would never give up. He was too assured to do that, Johnny was riddled with determination. Five missed calls, one text and Johnny on Jaehyun’s doorstep just to ask, “What does that mean for you?”

It was enough to stop Jaehyun from running, not enough to pull him back. Not yet. He raised his head, shifted in place and gave more of the truth than he anticipated, “We’re growing apart.”

There was silence after that, such an uncomfortable pause. It stretched on and on and on until Johnny nodded, looked down at his hands and asserted, “It doesn’t have to mean that.”

You got to choose, so it did. Jaehyun didn’t want to be bitter, he didn’t like the taste that had lingered for months, intensified in the new year. It was the decision you’d come to and he didn’t fight it. Seeing you with tear-stained cheeks, broken in front of him and begging, Jaehyun didn’t think he could fight it. His head shook, a resentful laugh preceding more honesty, “It does. It’s what…it’s what we decided, for now.”

“We?”

“Yeah.”

“And what does that mean?”

Relentless, determined. Johnny wouldn’t give up. Jaehyun took in a breath, he’d it and let it out in a rush, “We’re just…not going to be friends for a while. We’re - I’m giving her space.” Jaehyun added, “And you.”

Johnny countered, “Why do I need space?” While Jaehyun took too long to answer, Johnny took the time to figure it out. His tongue clicked, “Ah. Do you wanna talk about that?”

“Not really.” Jaehyun corrected, “There’s not much to talk about.”

“There was enough for you to need space from her.” Like it was a joke, Johnny raised his hand and corrected, “From us. Is that what it is?”

“It’s…”

“What is it?”

“I don’t…”

“You gotta just say it, man.” Johnny knew to push, Johnny knew everything to say to push and get Jaehyun to plummet, “What’s going on?”

Jaehyun reverted back to pinching off pieces of the truth, “I don’t want to see her get hurt, again.”

He didn’t. He didn’t want to watch the way you’d collapse into yourself, he couldn’t watch you shatter again. Jaehyun was already holding onto shards and fragments and pieces you’d left behind. He couldn't stomach you looking at him the way you did on New Year’s eve, the way you had for the last three months. Jaehyun couldn't hear your voice break and crack and strain when you spoke, especially if it was to say his name. And Jaehyun couldn’t be the one to do it; to break you, to hurt you.

If you needed space, he’d give it to you. Because Jaehyun had little else to give.

Johnny shook his head. They’d circled around this conversation before, they’d visited the topic in your yard. He wanted to remind Jaehyun that he wasn’t the only one who cared about you, that what Johnny felt was so secure and stable. How Johnny felt, how he hoped you felt. He wanted to shout at Jaehyun for ever thinking that he would handle you with anything but care.

Johnny was somewhere near disbelief when he reminded Jaehyun, “I was there, too. When he left”

“What?”

“I was there. I know what that did.” Johnny paused, he settled the anger that was forcing its way out and then, he went on, “I know she’s your best friend, but you’re not the only one that doesn’t want to see her hurting.”

Sicheng. The four of you, the three of you who knew and Mark who had only been told, hadn’t spoken about him in years. In the last three months, you’d come back to it and back to it, again. Jaehyun would go with it, he’d let it happen; Jaehyun could let Johnny think he was talking about Sicheng, he could hide in his shadow and take more time. Time he was losing, time that was fleeting.

Jaehyun lied and he hid and he tucked himself away in a shadow when he said, “She hadn’t been in a relationship, a real one, since…I, look, I just want you guys to have time to figure it out.” Figure out that it doesn’t work. “So that it doesn’t fall apart.”

His stomach churned. Jaehyun hated himself, hated this moment. He hated that Johnny was on his couch, watching and waiting and likely seeing through his lie. But, Jaehyun hated, more than anything, when Johnny just nodded and stood up, “Whose decision was it? The whole space thing?”

Swallowing, without any real reason but like it came naturally to him, Jaehyun lied, “Mine.”

He scoffed. Johnny scoffed and tilted his head, backing towards the door, “Jae, who do you think is hurting her?”

📻

It was empty; your chest felt like it had been hollowed out and pushed full of air. There was only space for your heart to beat lowly, for it to echo in an empty chamber only half full. Johnny had told you you’ve always been the best with change.

In a rush of honesty, of vulnerability, you told him I think I’m afraid of change.

He knew to push you, to encourage you, to watch you accept something new and give you time to let it grow. But, Jaehyun wasn’t something new.

You’d held onto certain seeds for too long, you’d kept them locked away and let them rot in soil that didn’t suit them. The Earth was tainted, where you’d planted your friendship with Jaehyun, everything he’d meant to you, all that the two of you had been. It wasn’t suitable for growth. The ground was too cold, in January, in December, in November. It was drowning in rain, too wet in October and in September. In August and July and June, the sun was too bright, too harsh; it dried up the Earth and cracked around the seed. And, in May, April, March and February the weather had always been too unpredictable.

Your heart broke, it wilted, it withered in your chest knowing there had never been a time for the two of you - for you and Jaehyun - to twist together, to intertwine in the Earth and burst through the ground towards the sky in bloom.

It was a change you couldn’t make, one you couldn’t adapt too no matter how much time you’d had.

Johnny hands held you gently, planted something so small inside a pot and when it grew too big, moved it to the next. He built greenhouses, sanctuaries for you to keep growing - hoping you’d let him tend to it, let him grow with you. Everything was changing around you and he made sure you could have time to adapt.

He held your hand, held you close to him - just the two of you on your couch, lit up by the screen across the room. playing a movie you’d seen before. Johnny breathed evenly, encouraging your lungs to fill as his lungs did, urging your chest to rise and fall in time. He’d been more delicate, he’d worn gloves and tended to you for five days, giving you both time to settle into the new year.

He laughed at the movie, squeezed your arm tighter when he noticed you didn’t. Johnny pulled on his gloves and asked you, with lips pressed to your temple, “Where'd you go?”

“I’m here.”

Johnny knew when to push, he knew what to say, he knew what moves to make, “Are you okay?”

“I’m…” Your mind dissected his question; pulled it apart word by word, letter by letter and left it a torn apart mess. Your own answer came to a halt at your lips, stopping itself too abruptly for you to react. Words were lost, you were lost, “I don’t…”

I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t have an answer that won’t tear me apart. You were spiraling, again and again and again. Looping around the truth, I lost my best friend.

You’d told Jaehyun I don’t think I can be your friend, right now. Every word felt like a knife dragging along your throat, every syllable was another piece of your heart, your soul, the person you’d always been being chipped away at. You’d made the decision, you got to choose, and it still destroyed you. It wasn’t enough to say you’d lost your best friend, it was a loss greater than that.

It was years of him, of you, of the two of you together. It was years of trying to find a word for what you were to each other, a feeling even close to how you felt. It was two decades of your lives seeping into one another until there was little that was left separate. You had intertwined, but you’d refused to grow. So, how you felt for Jaehyun sat just under the surface, clinging to fragments of light, until it wilted away.

You couldn’t stop your body from shaking, the tears that spilled, slipped down your cheeks as a result. Johnny watched you, saw everything erupt in real time. His heart pounded in his chest, “It’s okay, babe. I’m so sorry.”

You’d never blame Johnny. You wanted to tell him that, wanted the truth to spill out of you as quickly, as easily as your tears did. Every breath you took felt like fire in your lungs, “No, it’s…”

Words failed. Johnny held you closer to him, “Take your time. I’m here, I’m listening.”

Listening to you gasp for air, listening as sobs were the only thing that broke through your lips. Johnny was listening as you forced out consonants and breathed in on vowels, as everything you tried to say fell flat. Your palms were sweating, itching as they held onto him. Spoken words failed and Johnny was right; racing thoughts were running into barriers on their way out, tangled in your vocal cords, held hostage behind a barrier. You pushed yourself away from him, croaking out one word, “Stay.”

His eyes followed you as you walked up the stairs, he listened until he could hear you coming back down. Then Johnny watched as you sat at the end of the couch, until he felt the chill of the space between you, and saw the book in your hands. You scribbled, you scratched, the movie played behind you. Johnny waited until you closed it, your name facing up, and handed it to him.

I told Jaehyun we couldn’t be friends.

Scribbled out above it, Jaehyun and I

I’m not friends

Johnny read over the words, head nodding slowly, “I know.” He reached his hand out, again. He wrote underneath, Tell me about it.

You’d never blame Johnny.

You thought, you closed your eyes and thought of what to say. Then, you wrote, I just think this change was too big for both of us.

And Johnny’s heart sank, I’m sorry

“It’s not your fault.” You scooted closer, “Johnny, I…”

You looked back down at the book, how his writing got smaller when he apologized for something that wasn’t ever his fault. It never would be. Your fingers traced the two words, tried to keep tears at bay, then wrote, I want to be with you. You said you wanted us to grow and I want that, too. I want to be on the same page, always.

Johnny couldn’t help but scribble, We’re on the same page, right now.

When he slipped the book back to you, when you read his message, the two of you laughed. Honesty ran through your veins, vulnerability and comfort and safety in his presence. Johnny smiled at you, motioned for you to pass the book back so he could add, How do you feel?

“Terrible.” Until it gets easier to say, you can write it. With ease, with comfort, you confided in Johnny, “It’s temporary. It’s supposed to be temporary.”

“Hm.” He nodded, “Give it time.”

“It’s weird.”

“It’s weird?” Johnny knew it wasn’t that simple, he knew there was more to be said, “Try again.”

“It hurts. A lot.”

“How can I help?” He reached his hands out again, you put the book behind you and took them both in yours, “Tell me what I can do.”

You’d be asking the world of him, you’d be asking too much. It was selfish, “Just stay.”

Johnny told you, “I’ll stay.”

📻

Mark had snowflakes on his eyelashes, nestled in his hair, clinging to fabric of the scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. The chain of the swing squeaked with every push of his legs, unable to freeze despite the cold, “You and Jaehyun aren’t talking.”

“How’d you know?”

“It’s been a month since we were all together.”

“It has.”

“Will you tell me?” You brushed the flakes of white sprinkled in his chocolate colored hair, reaching across from your own swing and rattling the chains as you moved. Mark shivered, cheeks rosy from the cold, “Please?”

You told him, “You need a hat. You’ll get sick.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

The ice in your lungs made your breath form like a cloud of smoke in front of you when you said, “We’re just changing. Everything is changing.”

“Yeah, everything always does.” Mark pushed off the ground again, “Why does that mean you stop talking?”

Your hands shook, wrapping around the chain links holding your swing up. You could blame the cold; snow had been falling for three days straight, hiding the sun behind the clouds they carried it. You could blame the wind that swept flurries across the park, down the slides left untouched in the winter. Mark wouldn’t believe you, but eventually he’d swing himself into forgetting to press, he’d stop asking and move onto something else. Because Mark didn’t need to be involved in it.

Not more than he already was. Mark was just as tangled in a mess you couldn’t make sense of, seeing things you’d never notice and still grappling to piece it all together. You looked at him, “You said it, I think. He’s just been weird”

“So, it’s his fault?”

“Fuck.” Sighing you looked back down, where your feet had been buried into the snow, “No. It’s not his fault. It’s…I don’t know Mark. I’ve been weird, too.”

“Does Johnny know?”

“Yeah, Johnny knows.”

“So, I’m the only one that doesn’t?” He shook his head, “That’s not fair.”

None of it was.

You told him what you’d told Johnny, “It’s temporary.” Then you added on what Johnny told you, “Give it time.”

Mark nodded. He looked to the sky, caught snowflakes on his tongue, swaying back and forth next to you, “I’m really happy for you and Johnny, you know that, right?”

“I know, Mark.”

“Really. I mean it, like, so much.” He looked directly at you. Mark stopped moving to catch your attention, to make sure you were paying attention, just like Johnny did. You wondered how much influence you’d all had on him over all these years. Mark was only thirteen when you’d met him, “I think it’s really a good thing and I know what Jaehyun said, it’s messed up that you know he said it, but I don’t want that to stop you guys.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re all adults.” Part of you wanted to argue, wanted to coddle and coo at Mark like you always had, but you let him continue, “I think Johnny…I think he might really be, like, into you. In a really solid way, you know?”

Watching Mark dance around the subject made your heart swell, made your palms sweat despite the cold. He gnawed at his lip, doing everything he could not to steal the words from Johnny, take away from a moment that wasn’t his. Mark looked away when you agreed, “Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

“I think…I mean, life doesn’t stop changing. I don’t know what I’m doing after I graduate, Jaemin doesn’t even know if he is graduating and-” Mark stopped himself, centered himself and went on, “You guys are my family. You’re my one constant, like, ever. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t think you’ll tell me, but I need all three of you.”

There was a pressure building, unstoppable the way it rushed in. A pressure disguised as promises you didn’t know if you’d be able to keep. You promised Mark that you wouldn’t let a rift become a tear, a tear become a black hole that took everything in a blink. You didn’t know if there was any way you could stop it; you didn’t think that you could.

“I’ll do my best, Mark.” Your voice was hushed, lost in the wind, “I promise, I’m doing my best.”

He added, “You don’t have to stay or do something you don’t want to, just because of me, though. Or Jaehyun.”

“I know.”

“But, if it doesn’t work out between you and Johnny, let it be because of something real.” Mark grinned when he said, “Johnny listens to Imagine Dragons, that might be something.”

📻

Johnny thought to say it, when January passed by in a flurry, in blustery days, in snowstorms. He thought to tell you when his hands were wrapped around you, holding to his chest in your bathtub. The water was cooling, his hands had wrinkled and you were calm, comfortable against him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses and whispering praise. He could’ve slipped in three more words, eight more letters and thought nothing of it.

Johnny would think about nothing else until he did.

His fingers ran down your arms, where they rested at your hips and took your hands in his. He found his voice and a substitute praise to whisper, “I love the way you smell, babe.”

You giggled, his breath fanning over your cooling skin and tickling your neck, “We smell the same most of the time. You always use my soap.”

“Mhm. So I can smell you on me all day.”

Johnny scraped his teeth where his lips lingered, found a spot to mark and remind you he’d been there. You moaned, sinking further into him, “Johnny.”

Another substitute, “I love the way you say my name.”

He thought of saying it at Doyoung’s birthday dinner, surrounded by your friends in the dim light of the restaurant. Your lips were red, again, begging to be kissed and with every drink he took, he was finding it harder and harder to stop himself. Johnny was quickly running out of options that weren’t confess or kiss her.

When you smiled - when you clapped your hands and threw your head back at something Ten had said or done that was lost on Johnny - all he wanted to do was sweep you up and away. He wanted to stop the conversation, to draw attention, to make a scene just so he could tell you everything he was feeling. Johnny wanted to steal Doyoung’s thunder and face the consequences of that, later.

Instead, he let a smile stretch his face until it ached, he let his lips come close to your ear so he could tell you, “I love your smile, baby.”

You hadn’t heard him, boisterous and blissful amongst your friends. Johnny would let the moment fade, he’d take the loss of a confession just to see you smile like that. January had started in a haze and you’d worked so hard to come out of it, Johnny only wanted to keep you in the light.

Taeyong caught his attention, from across the table. Taeyong could see it written all over Johnny’s face. He took a sip of his drink and grinned, mouthing, “You should tell her.”

Johnny took another look at you and leaned back in his seat, miming back, “Not yet.”

He almost said it, in the candle light, in the ambience of your bedroom the night of his own birthday. When you’d handed him his gift and whispered, “Happy birthday.”

He was another year older, he might have been bolder, but Johnny was speechless when he unwrapped the paper and held his gift in his hands. You shied away, you tried to be subtle and gauge his reaction, “Say something.”

”How did you - where did you-”

”Taeyong painted them.”

Johnny’s hands wrapped around two canvases; thin black outlines filled with vibrant color, blending together and speckled with accents of silver and gold. Taeyong’s signature was at the bottom of both paintings, but your smile was the centerpiece of both. One of you and Johnny on Halloween, your wings behind you as Johnny held you in a blurred crowd; his armor was shining, not nearly as bright as you had been. You as an angel, you as his Juliet. Johnny as Romeo, completely enraptured.

The second one was from dinner at Taeyong’s; in the limbo between Halloween and Christmas, when calling you his was still brand new. Johnny was wrapped around you, guiding your hands as they stirred the pot, your eyes were only on him, perfect lips pulled into a smile.

”I told him to use his imagination.” You felt nervous; how you did after Johnny’s first confession. A strange mix of uncertainty and cautious curiosity, “He has reference pictures. Well, I have them. I didn’t know they existed until he showed me.”

“Baby.”

“There’s actually another one he’s still working on from New Year's eve. He couldn’t get it done in time.”

Johnny found another substitute, what he wanted to say threatening to spill out. His heart was overflowing into his throat, into his head, drowning out rational thought. Johnny didn’t really want to be rational, “I love it. I love them. I love-”

You cut him off, “There’s more.”

“There’s more?”

“Yeah.” Your voice fell, just above a whisper when you instructed, “Close your eyes.”

So Johnny did. You slipped the paintings from his hand, put them somewhere safe and came back to him. Johnny could only listen as you moved around, he could only tune into your breathing, the scent of your perfume and your soap and your skin when you passed by. You took his hands in your, sending electricity through his veins at your touch when he guided him to sit on the edge of your bed. Then, at once, you brought back all of his senses and told him, “Open your eyes.”

Then there you were; wrapped like a present in red satin. It was tied around your breast, a set that came to a close in a bow between them. Matching red panties hugged your hips, held tight to your skin.

“Unwrap me.”

Johnny was speechless again, breathless, thoughtless in front of you. The red fabric wrapped around your skin made his head spin, the scent of you made his mouth water. You were a brilliant present, a beautiful gift and you were just for him, “Baby, I’m…”

“Please, Johnny.”

“Come here.” You came closer, legs stumbling beneath you. Johnny hissed, hands on your hips, trailing up your sides, brushing over where your hardened nipple poked through. His hands pulled at the fabric, the thick ribbons of satin soft in his palms. When he tugged at it, when your breasts spilled out, Johnny’s mouth was helplessly dry, “My beautiful baby.”

He called your name, whispered it as he cupped your breast and squeezed. You moaned for him, sighed and pleaded for him, “Use me. Do whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

He echoed, “All mine.”

Johnny’s lips were on yours, a heated kiss, a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. His hands groped at any part of you he could feel; your tits, your ass, coming around to cup your soaking pussy. He pulled at the waistband, up to lift you closer, up until the fabric pulled and rubbed against your clit like torture; toe-curling friction between your legs.

“You're soaking for me, baby. Always so fucking wet for me.” Johnny slotted his thigh between yours, pulled you down onto it, “Go on, baby. Fuck yourself on me.”

He watched, mesmerized as you rolled your hips, sloppy and uncoordinated, lost in him and the feeling. Your eyes closed, your mouth hung open; when Johnny clenched his muscles, your vision blurred, “Fuck, Johnny. Feels so good.”

“You gonna cum like this? My Juliet is gonna cum fucking herself on my thigh?” Johnny latched himself to your nipple again, mumbling around the hardening bud, “Or do you need my help?”

“Need your help. Need you, Johnny.”

“You want my fingers first, baby?”

“Please, God, please.” In an instant, his fingers slipped into your panties and were buried in your cunt, wetness dripping down onto his wrist. Johnny’s lips switched to wrap around your other nipple, biting and sucking and pulling until you screamed out his name. Until your head fell back in a breathless moan, “Oh my God.”

“You're so good for me. My good girl, huh?” His words sent a shiver down your spine, Johnny was losing his mind - losing every sense he’d just been so wrapped up in. He was babbling every thought that came to mind and increasingly worried that he’d let the one thing he’d held close spill. He felt your pussy clench around his fingers, “Fuck, baby.”

“Johnny wanna cum.”

Three fingers curling into your cunt sent you over the edge, pulled you into a white oblivion and had your head spinning. Johnny watched you fall apart, felt your juices soak through his pants and felt the way his cock throbbed, painfully, against the fabric. He chanted your name, kissed it into your skin, until you came down shaking in his arms.

“Come back to me, baby.” Words spoken into your open mouth, coaxing and taunting and so full of something unsaid, “Open your eyes.”

Johnny’s hand held your jaw, made it so you’d only see him when you fell back to Earth, “Wanna…want you.”

“What do you want, baby?” Your mouth dropped open in response, eyes heavy and head still spinning. Johnny’s eyebrow raised, a quiet ‘Oh’ on his lips before he instructed, “Knees, baby.”

You slid off of him, knees landing on carpet in an indelicate plop. Johnny smiled down at you, holding your chin again to tilt your head upward. Your hands were shaking when they reached out to touch him, trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm and in anticipation for Johnny. His cock was bulging, the fabric of his pants pulled tight over it, and you’d never felt so desperate to have something in your mouth.

He watched your every move like a hawk, the way you unzipped his pants, how your hands struggled to find a grip strong enough to shimmy them down. Johnny held his cock in his hand, stroking it while you gazed up at him; entranced, enraptured. The head leaked, precum dripping from the tip when he leaned forward and tapped it against your waiting lips, “Open.”

You did, sucking him in inch by inch. Johnny held the back of your head, “That’s it, baby. Relax for me, let me in.” He pushed his hips forward slowly, agonizingly slow, almost screaming when your moan vibrated against his cock in your throat, “Fuck fuck fuck.”

You bobbed your head, Johnny helped to guide you with a harsh grip. He was moaning and moaning, head thrown back and still wanting more. He couldn’t close his eyes without seeing your perfect tits; wrapped up for him, spilling out for him, bouncing right in front of him while you rode him. When Johnny opened his eyes, he could see them still bouncing as you bobbed on his cock, took every inch of him that he could.

His hand pulled you off of him, gently and with a dazed smile, “Up on your knees a little bit, baby. Come here.”

Johnny pulled at the satin, used it to guide you closer to his hips, his leaking cock. You watched, curious and compliant, as he positioned himself between your tits and gathered the ribbon to push them tight around his cock, “Spit on it, baby.”

You did, drool spilling past your lips and landing on him and you, slipping between your breast while Johnny’s hips bucked up. He groaned, the friction just right, driving him insane. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control the words that came out. Johnny was too far gone, lost in you and in every sensation you made him feel, “Your tits feel so fucking good, baby. Love fucking them, love - fuck - I love it.”

Four words were easy to say, masked and hidden in praises. He shook, Johnny was shaking, wanting to say so much more. His hips lifted and fell, thrusting against your with his legs spread wide. He was close to cumming, eyes opening to see the way your tits bounced on his dick, “Oh, shit.”

“Cum for me, Johnny.”

“No baby. Not yet. Wanna…need to cum inside you, baby.” He was begging, helpless, “Please.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your heart was pounding in your ears, mind foggy and ready to do anything he asked you to, ready to please Johnny and see if the something that lingered became more clear. You wrapped your lips around his tip, one more time, sucking and then releasing it with a pop. Johnny could only think clearly enough to moan your name, leaning back when you crawled on top of him and took hold of his cock again. You coated him in you, in the wetness that dripped from your core and covered your thighs, his, the sheets underneath you.

“Johnny, look at me.” You felt like crying, you couldn’t place why. You wanted to see him in the fog, through the haze, the only clear thing in an oblivion. You sought him out and begged him, “Please look at me.”

Your voice was the only thing grounding him, holding him steady. Johnny sat up on his elbow, hand back on your face to focus you, “I’m here. I’m right here baby.”

“Hold me.”

Johnny thought to say it, then. He could’ve looked in your eyes, pulled you to him and told you, as simply as he’d like. But he stayed silent, he didn’t let this moment go. Johnny wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up and lowered you slowly, slowly, slowly down onto his waiting cock. The two of you were silent, gasping in air that was shared between the two of you, sighing names like prayers and promises.

“Johnny.”

He called for you, too.

“Move.”

He did, hips rolling up, “Look at you. Look at my baby, my Juliet. Can you feel me, baby?” He pressed on your stomach, held his hand where he filled you, “Can you feel me here?”

You nodded, mind obliterated, “Yes. God, yes.”

“Tell me you- tell me you love it.” He wanted more. Johnny wanted to just say it, “Please.”

“I love it.”

He thought about it, he begged the words to find their way to him. Johnny was so close; to cumming, to speaking. Eight letters took their time unscrambling, playing a game in his mind he couldn’t focus on. You held onto him as tightly as you could, panting and scrambling for that something you could almost place. Johnny fingers slipped to the front of you, pinching at your clit, toying with it, making your eyes roll back, “I’m close.”

“Me too.”

“Let me fill you up, baby.”

You nodded, you begged, you’d placed the something in the oblivion, in your whited-out vision. You found him and you felt it, “Please.”

Johnny came, white hot vision and white hot liquid dripping in between the two of you, spilling from you as your pussy clenched around him. His lips formed the words he wanted, but he was left silent hoping you’d open your eyes enough to read his lips. Johnny could only focus on one feeling at a time; the grip you had on him, the way your fingers traced shapes onto the skin of his back.

Traced words.

Traced three words he’d been gasping for.

Johnny pulled back from you, held your face in his hands - not for the first time, not for the last - and he told you, sweat dripping down his face, “Me too. I do, too.”

📻

On February 14th the world felt too still, too quiet, too lifeless.

You stood on your doorstep, on an inch of settled snow and closed your eyes. Johnny was on his way, he’d told you as much. Johnny was coming to pull you out of your mind, out of your comfort, out of the silence you lingered in. You waited, wrapped in his scarf and hoping courage would find you. Your fingers were wrapped around an envelope, a bright red envelope with his name written across the front. You had time, if you could move your feet down one step, then another you could convince them to carry you down the street. You could drop the envelope on his doorstep and swallow what felt like pride.

The wind was softer than in January, blowing only enough to rustle the strands of hair around your face. You silently begged for the blistering winds of January to sweep you off your feet and tumble you down the street in a gust of air.

You missed him. Johnny had done what he could to piece you together, to fill the space left behind. Mark, too. Even Haechan had been gentler with you, changed the subject the first time you’d asked and hadn’t touched it since. It was these moments, the silent and still moments, when that feeling held on; you missed him.

Jaehyun was another year older, Jaehyun was just down the street. Jaehyun was holding onto pieces of your carved away heart that you didn’t know how to get back without him. Your fingers tightened around the envelope, guilt seeping in at a memory from five days ago.

The words you’d traced into Johnny’s back, the words neither of you had said, but that you had both acknowledged.

You meant them, even if they weren’t ready to be vocalized. You meant them and kissed where they rested while Johnny slept, while you showered with him, while he made you coffee. You meant them and it was another terrifying change.

If you meant those words, how could your heart still hold so much space for him. How could you still feel pulled to the end of the street, to the moments in your bubble, to him tracing things into your skin; constellations, promises, words that he meant, too.

You felt your face cooling, a breeze chasing after a tear that rolled down your cheek. You weren’t sure your heart could break more; the way it filled when you were with Johnny made it feel impossible.

Johnny was coming, Johnny was on his way.

Your feet became restless, still and stationary for too long. They moved down one step with relative ease, hesitated at the next, resisted another until you were on the stone path heading towards your gate. They stopped there, another spot to linger, having done so much work to get this far.

You took in a breath; cool and shallow.

February 14th was unbearable.

You could see his house, see your breath in front of you to remind you that you were alive; you were breathing, you could move, you missed him. Your hand reached for the gate, the latch on it and pulled it open.

You missed him and out of the confines of your home, your yard, your space, that was enough to pull you down the street. Each step echoed in a world too still, too lifeless, too quiet. But, you were there, on the sidewalk in front of Jaehyun’s house with your hands shaking around a red envelope.

Jaehyun across the front.

Jaehyun in your handwriting.

You put it on the ground in front of his door, stepping back into view of the intercom’s camera. He could see you, he could see the way your tears streaked the blush brushed on your cheeks. Jaehyun, if he was looking, could see the way you whispered, “Happy Birthday, Jae.” before you turned and forced yourself back down the street.

Johnny was coming, Johnny was on his way. Johnny was on your doorstep when you made it back. His hands were wrapped around a bouquet of white roses, “You got me flowers?”

It was the first time you’d spoken, tried to speak, at full volume all day. Johnny smiled at the attempt, “White roses.”

“I see that.” You smiled back, heart filling, the space left behind overflowing in Johnny’s presence, “Do you know what it means?”

“Innocence and new love.”

You teased him, “It took longer than two weeks.”

Johnny came closer, “I didn’t account for holiday time.”

“Hm. That slows everything down.”

“Happy Valentine’s day, my Juliet.”

You stood on your toes to kiss him, to melt into him and take the roses from his hands. Innocence and new love. You’d meant every letter, every syllable, every word, “Happy Valentine’s day, my Romeo.”

Johnny could’ve melted; himself, the snow, the polar ice caps. He grinned and grinned and kissed you and grinned. Then, Johnny tugged at your hand and pulled you out of comfort, “Come on, let’s go.”

It was hours later, when the world was dark much too early, when Johnny was asleep in your arms with his head on your chest. It was hours later when Johnny had given you all of him and you’d done the same, opting for words written instead of spoken, words traced. It was hours later when you were close to sleeping that your phone lit up on your nightstand.

1:45am Thank you

His name flashed, it made your vision blur with tears. You sent back, 1:46am You’re welcome. Happy birthday, again.

Then, desperate to put pieces of you back together, you told him 1:46am I miss you

[Seen at 1:47am]

📻

“I want to tell her.”

Yuta leaned back into the worn leather chair, let it settle under his weight when he asked, “What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing really.”

Taeyong was across the room, paint splattered on his skin, his clothes, the floor around him while the three bounced ideas back and forth. He turned, paintbrush held between his teeth, “Something is.”

Yuta was brave enough, bold enough and furious enough to ask, “Did you talk to Jaehyun?”

Johnny eyed him, “Not since January. I think Mark is the only one that has.”

He knew that was only partially true. Mark was the only one who had seen Jaehyun since January, relaying information between the four of you and exhausting himself in the process. Johnny’s stomach churned at the thought. But, with the way Yuta watched him, Johnny knew it was better to proceed with caution; to keep the red envelope you’d left, the message left on read between you and Jaehyun and Johnny.

“What did he say?” Yuta pressed, “When you talked to him, did he say why they weren’t talking?”

Johnny nodded, he sighed, he confided, “He wanted a break for us, from us, until we figured us out.”

Again, Yuta led the conversation, leaving Taeyong to pick up the echoes across the room, “What did she say about it?”

“She asked him for space.” Johnny hadn’t thought too hard about the inconsistencies until Yuta titled his head the way he was, until Taeyong stopped painting all together and joined them, perched on a stool. They both waited for Johnny to catch up, “Just say whatever you’re thinking.”

“Which one is lying?”

“Probably him.” Johnny’s trust in you was unshakable, his skin tingled where you’d last put your promise - just in the palm of his hand, “But why?”

“He…” Taeyong hesitated, “He cares about her.”

“We all do.”

Yuta didn’t hesitate at all, he didn’t stutter or waver in the slightest when he sat up, elbows on his knees and told Johnny, “He’s in love with her.”

Johnny laughed. He didn’t know if it was voluntary, he didn’t know if he meant to. It had to be a joke, so he laughed without thinking too much about it. But, Yuta didn’t laugh - Taeyong didn’t either. The studio was silent, clouds covered the sun and Johnny froze where he was. He watched the two across from him, how they glanced at each other, “You’re joking.”

Yuta shook his head, Taeyong looked at his feet. Johnny stood, turned away from the two of them and tried to swallow the sick feeling that made his mouth water, made his heart stop and his palms sweat. Taeyong spoke next, “What are you thinking?”

“No one thought to tell me?”

“It wasn’t our place.” Yuta said it like it was simple. Like it was easy. As simply and as easily as he’d told Johnny he’s in love with her.

His fists clenched at his sides, rage in his veins to replace the overwhelming nausea. Johnny wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t blind, he would’ve seen it. He would’ve known. Johnny wouldn’t have, couldn’t have missed something like that if it was so obvious. He shook his head again, shook away the feeling and the thought, “Why the fuck is it your place to say it now, then?”

“We didn’t know how far this would go.”

“Fuck off.”

Taeyong tried to ease him, “Would you rather not know?”

“Yes. Obviously yes, I’d rather not know.” He was frantic, he was bordering on denial and deciding whether or not he wanted to dive head first into it. Johnny looked between the two of them, “You’re fucking with me.”

Yuta shook his head, “Think about it Johnny.”

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He didn’t. Johnny gathered his things, wordlessly, mind spinning, and he left.

📻

February passed by in a rush of celebrated birthdays, dinners you were hesitant to attend. Your message was left opened, read, seen for one week, then two. When March came all too quickly, with a sun that was desperate to thaw out the ground, the trees, the flowers, you’d found new ways to fill the gaps still left in your heart.

Johnny and the way he looked at you. Johnny and the way he kissed you. Johnny and the way he held you. Johnny and the way he needed you. He wrapped his arms around you and asked, “When did you know?”

“Your birthday. Maybe a little before.”

“Really?” You still had yet to say it, either one of you. But it was felt, it was acknowledged, it was so cherished between the two of you and completely understood. Johnny mulled over your answer, “I think I knew at Christmas.”

“Do you want to say it?”

He nodded, “I do. But, I don’t want to rush it. I think it’s good knowing it’s there, I think it feels good knowing you feel it too.”

“Yeah.”

“Right now, that’s enough.” The midday sun filtered in through, it pushed past uncertain clouds - ones that hung between winter and spring, bringing rain and snow in alternating drops, “Do you want to say it?”

“Every day.” You’d written it, tucked it away in your shared journal. There were three times you’d thought to give it to him, three times you almost let Johnny read it. It had taken courage to press it into his skin, to grow comfortable with the way that felt. The next time you’d offer him a new version, you wanted to be brave enough, bold enough to use your voice, “Every single day.”

He grinned, Johnny basked in the way you looked at him. He reveled in the way you kissed him. Johnny cherished the way you held him. He was drunk on the way you needed him. So, he rolled you into your back and promised you, “Me too.”

📻

Jaehyun stood on your doorstep, white knuckles wrapped around an envelope. He borrowed bravery from you, from the memory of you on his birthday. It had taken him one week to settle on a reply, two weeks to scribble it down and three days to drive down the street and stand outside your door.

He knew you were out. He knew he had time. Jaehyun lingered and waited and hoped you’d sense him there, that you’d come rushing back home just to see him standing there. The paper crinkled in his hands, folded and creased where he held on too tightly.

He’d always held on too tightly; he still was.

He propped the envelope on your door, borrowed bravery dropped at his feet, and Jaehyun left. Leaving his unsent message wrapped in an envelope, simple and lacking, for you to find.

I miss you too.

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[lovetaroandtaemin]

Love is My Religion

Kim Dongyoung x Reader

Word Count: 6,463

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Small town AU

Rating: Explicit. MINORS DNI!

Summary: During the early stages of her pregnancy, Y/N's relationship with Dongyoung starts to shift.

Content Warnings: More infidelity (technically), pregnancy, unhealthy relationship dynamics, religious themes/settings, Doyoung and Y/N are still toxic and I am not sorry, brief consideration of abortion at the very beginning, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, slight breeding kink if you squint. Sorry not sorry about the added angst. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This is part 2 to my fic "Take Me to Church." If you haven't read part 1, I recommend checking it out first so you know what's happening!

Fic is under the cut.

After Jisoo showed you the positive pregnancy test, you took it from her and showed it to Nayeon. Both of your roommates hugged you as you cried, and when you were calm enough to talk about it, they helped you start planning for your new future.

“Before we make any additional plans, do you want to keep the baby?” Jisoo asked.

The question made you stop and think longer than it probably should have. You had always wanted to have kids, but it would have been a lie to say that you didn’t at least consider termination. You had a stable job, as well as friends and family that you knew would help in any way they could, so the baby would certainly be well taken care of. You didn’t like the idea of parenting a child with your ex, however. Plus, the fact that he was already married and had a child would make it infinitely harder for him to be a part of your child’s life. After a lot of careful consideration, you came to a decision.

“I’m keeping the baby, but Dongyoung is not going to know,” you said, confident that you were making the right choice.

“Who do you want to tell?” Nayeon asked.

“Just my parents. They’ll be so excited to have a grandchild.”

You took a deep breath, made the call to your parents, and broke the news to them that you were pregnant. They were ecstatic, with your mom even offering to plan your baby shower. They were also incredibly surprised, though. After all, you weren’t dating anyone as far as they knew, and you’d never really talked to them about planning a family. Desperately hoping that the pregnancy wasn’t the result of a one-night stand, your father hesitantly asked, “(Y/N), do you know who your baby’s father is?”

For a brief moment, you considered lying to them and telling them that you didn’t know. After all, what would they say if they knew that the father of your child was the married pastor of their church? In the end, though, you decided to just tell them. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up the lie. So, you said, “Before I tell you, I need you to promise that you won’t tell anyone else. Especially not the father. I do not want him to be a part of this child’s life. Ok?” Both of your parents agreed, so you quietly added, “It’s Dongyoung.”

No one spoke for a while after you basically admitted to sleeping with your married ex, with your parents seemingly struggling to process the information. You were worried that there would be a lecture, but so far there was just stunned silence. Your mom was the first to break it, however, asking, “But honey, won’t your baby need a father?”

“I’ve got plenty of people around me that will help me take care of the baby. I don’t need Dongyoung, nor do I want him around my child.”

“He has just as much of a right to take care of this baby as you do. He did help you make it, after all,” your dad responded, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

“I really don’t want any repercussions for him. He still has Joy and Jaehyun to think about, and he can’t take care of them if he loses his job because he got another woman pregnant.”

There was another awkward silence before your parents reluctantly agreed not to tell Dongyoung. You thanked them and hung up the phone. The moment the phone call was over, though, you broke down into sobs while you thought about all of the ways that your life had changed drastically in relatively short amount of time.

Calling Dongyoung was the first thing that your mother did after you hung up the call. Yes, she had agreed not to tell him when you called, but she thought that he had a right to know that you were carrying his baby. He didn’t answer the phone when she called him, instead letting it go to voicemail. So, she left a message saying, “Hi, Pastor Kim. It’s Mrs. (L/N), (Y/N)’s mom. I have some important news that I think you should hear, so please call me back when you can. Thank you, goodbye.”

“Shock” was not a strong enough word to describe how Dongyoung felt when he listened to the voicemail from your mother. As he listened to what she had to say, he felt sick with worry. What could the news possibly be? Had you gotten hurt? Did something happen with your job? He had no idea, so as soon as he got home from a meeting at the church, he disappeared into his home office and called your mother back.

“Hi, Pastor Kim. How are you today?” your mom asked when she answered the phone.

“I’m well, Mrs. (L/N). Thank you for asking. I’m sorry that it took me so long to call you back. You know how church meetings can go, though,” he responded with a nervous laugh.

“Oh, it’s quite alright.”

Not wanting to waste another second, Dongyoung asked, “What was the news that you mentioned in your voicemail?”

With a deep breath, your mother replied, “Well, (Y/N) is pregnant, and she says that you’re the father.”

Dongyoung was silent as he processed the new information. Truthfully, he was a bit skeptical of your mother’s news. After all, if you really were pregnant, why didn’t you tell him yourself? Regardless, he really wanted it to be true. If you were really having his child, maybe that meant that the two of you could finally be together.

“Pastor Kim? Are you ok?”

“Oh, yes. I’m ok. Surprised, but ok.” He was quiet for another minute before he added, “Is she certain that I’m the father?”

“She didn’t tell me about anyone else as a potential father, so I’m going to assume that she is.”

“Ok, thank you for telling me. I’ll talk to her.”

“Please don’t tell her how you found out. I promised her that I wouldn’t tell you.”

“What?”

“Before she told me, she made me swear not to tell you. I understand where she’s coming from, I really do, but you deserve to know.”

“Well, thank you for telling me.”

“It’s no problem. I have to go now, though. Goodbye, and I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“I’ll see you on Sunday. Goodbye, Mrs. (L/N),” Dongyoung said before he hung up the phone. When he was sure that the call had ended, he started to cry. He couldn’t believe that he’d gotten himself into this situation, and he had no idea how to get himself out of it. Still, he was going to have another child, and that simple fact brought him so much excitement despite the stress.

Joy stood outside of her husband’s office, listening to the conversation that he had with your mother, and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had he really gotten another woman pregnant? Suspicion had occasionally creeped into her mind, especially when she saw how friendly her husband had been with a few women in the church while refusing to share details of his “friendships” with them, but she still couldn’t believe it. Her connections and family reputation were the primary reason that he’d been able to get his current job, and this was how he returned her family’s kindness? By cheating on her and getting another woman pregnant?

Joy wanted nothing more than to break down the door to her husband’s home office, crying and screaming at him for having the audacity to be unfaithful after everything that she’d done for him. However, she had her son to think about. She had spent most of her childhood in a house where her parents fought constantly, and she refused to raise Jaehyun in the same environment. So instead of losing her shit immediately, she called her mother, asking if Jaehyun could spend the following weekend at her house. Her mother readily agreed, excited to see her grandson again. Once Joy was certain that Jaehyun wouldn’t have to listen to his parents arguing, she felt better, and she made a plan to confront her husband.

Once Doyoung was certain that he was done crying, he went against your mother’s advice and called you. He was pleasantly surprised by the fact that the call went through, expecting you to have blocked him after you left. You didn’t block him, though, probably because you really didn’t expect him to reach out to you. You especially didn’t expect him to ask, “Are you pregnant?” The moment you answered the phone.

The fact that Dongyoung was apparently calling you about the one thing that you did not want him to know about made your blood boil. Still, you tried to keep your composure when you asked, “My parents told you, didn’t they?”

“Your mom called me. When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“I wasn’t,” you said, anger slowly starting to get the better of you. “I do not want or need you to be a part of my baby’s life.”

“Did you think about the fact that this is my baby, too?”

“Yes, I did. I also thought about Joy and Jaehyun, and how you won’t be able to take care of them if you lose your job because you got a woman that is not your wife pregnant.”

“I can find another job.”

“Yes, but I didn’t want it to be a necessity. You’re a good pastor, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that.”

“I’m not a good pastor anymore.”

“I saw you preach when I was back home. Yes, you are. Your sermons are profound, and it would be a shame for them to stop.”

“I’m not talking about just giving sermons. A pastor should be a role model and show other Christians how to walk with God. Cheating on my wife with my ex was the wrong thing to do, but I did it. I don’t deserve to be a leader in the church anymore.”

You were silent after that, unsure of how to respond because he was right, and you knew it. His actions were supposed to reflect the values that he preached, but they just didn’t anymore. The day after the first time you hooked up with him he gave a sermon about the importance of staying faithful to your spouse, for fuck’s sake. The congregation at your former church would not respond well to their pastor not practicing what he preached, literally.

Dongyoung broke the awkward silence that had formed by saying, “Please, just let me be there for the baby once they’re born. I want to have a bond with both of my kids.”

You thought for a minute before you said, “Fine. We’ll talk about the details another time, though.”

“Thank you.”

“Goodbye, Dongyoung.”

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

You hung up the phone and sighed, frustrated that your parents broke their promise to you by telling Dongyoung that he was your child’s father. In the end, though, you knew that their hearts were in the right place. It was going to be incredibly difficult, but you were hopeful that eventually you would have a respectful co-parenting relationship with Dongyoung.

The rest of the week was a blur for Joy as she waited for the time to come to confront her husband about what she’d heard. When it did come, she dropped Jaehyun off at her parents’ house, thanking them profusely for watching him for the weekend. Then, she went home and waited for Dongyoung to come home from a meeting with other church leaders. While she waited, she did whatever she could to keep herself busy and avoid stressing herself out too much before the moment came. She cooked her favorite meal to gather her strength for the difficult conversation that was to come. She cleaned her house until every surface in it could be used as a mirror. She even finished crocheting a book cover that she’d started as a surprise for Dongyoung. Instead of saving the gift to give to her cheating husband, however, she decided to give it to her best friend, Jungwoo.

Sure, Joy met Jungwoo through Dongyoung, but in the years since she had gotten married, she had grown significantly closer to Jungwoo than her husband had ever been. At times Dongyoung was even suspicious of how close Joy and Jungwoo were, but Joy always met his concerns with grace and compassion, proving time and time again that her bond with Jungwoo was strictly platonic. Now that Joy knew that her husband had cheated on her, however, she was feeling spiteful.

It was wrong for Joy to think this way while she was married, and she knew it, but she was starting to wonder if Jungwoo would want to go on a date or two with her. She would never pursue him while she was still married, of course. However, she was planning to file for divorce, and she would have been lying to herself if she’d said she wasn’t at least considering a relationship with Jungwoo after the divorce was finalized.

Joy was pulled out of her thoughts of Jungwoo by her husband walking through the door.  When Dongyoung got to the table where she sat, he tried to kiss her and tell her how much he missed her while he wasn’t home. She moved away from him, however, and said, “Sit down. We need to talk.”

Panic settled in Dongyoung’s chest when he heard the tone in Joy’s voice. Had she found out about your pregnancy? There was no way that she had. He’d been alone in his office when your mother called him, and he was pretty sure that she was at the park with Jaehyun when he took the call. He took a deep breath to try to calm his growing anxiety before he said, “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Don’t start with that shit. I heard you on the phone the other day. Another woman is pregnant with your baby?”

He wanted to deny it, but he knew that denial would only end poorly for him. So, he hung his head in shame and said, “(Y/N) is pregnant. There’s a good chance that I’m the father,” his voice barely above a whisper.

Deep down, Joy knew that you were the other woman. However, actually hearing her husband admit to cheating on her with an “old friend” cut deeper than any knife she’d ever hurt herself with while making him dinner. The admission made her want to break down and cry, but she still tried desperately to keep her composure when she said, “What does she have that I don’t, Dongyoung? Why would you do betray me like that? Was everything that I’ve done over the course of our marriage not enough for you? Was everything that my family did not enough for you? My parents vouched for you when you applied for the job at the church! My sister helped you write your first sermon, for fuck’s sake!”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, don’t lie to me. You’re not sorry, you’re just apologizing because you got caught.” There was a beat of silence before Joy asked, “Did you think about me at all while you were with her? Did you think about your son at all?”

Dongyoung was silent. He knew that he should say something, anything, to tell Joy that he still cared about her, but he just couldn’t find the words. The silence made Joy even angrier, though, since all she could think about was how hurt she was that the man that had promised to love her for the rest of their lives was happy to leave her at home while he had sex with someone else.

Joy was tired of the silence, so she decided to be the one to break it by saying, “I want a divorce, Dongyoung.”

“Ok.”

“Is that really all you have to say for yourself? Just ‘ok?’”

“What else is there to say? Do you want me to try to change your mind? It seems like you’ve decided, and I’m not gonna be the asshole that tells you that you can’t have a divorce.”

“And yet you’ll be the asshole that cheats on me? If you’d stayed faithful, I wouldn’t be asking for a divorce right now!” Joy yelled before breaking down in tears. There was another beat of silence before she whispered, “I just want to know that you love me.”

“I care about you.”

“But do you love me?”

Again, Dongyoung was silent.

“That’s what I thought. I’m spending the weekend with Jaehyun and my parents. We’ll sort out the divorce on Monday. I can’t be around you right now.”

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t,” Joy said as she gathered the bags she’d packed earlier and left for her parents’ house.

When Joy left, and Dongyoung found himself alone at the kitchen table, the only thing that he had the strength to do was cry. At this point, he had no idea why he was even crying. He didn’t really care about trying to figure it out though, since there were too many emotions swirling around his brain for him to even try to make sense of. He just sobbed until he fell asleep alone at his kitchen table.

The following day, after church services were over, Dongyoung thought about calling you. He knew that you probably weren’t busy, since you never were on Sundays, but he was a little bit worried about you being angry with him for calling. After a bit more contemplation, though, he reasoned with himself that he was only calling to let you know about the divorce and ask for news regarding your baby. Sure, you were early in your pregnancy, but he still wanted to know how you and his soon-to-be second child were faring. So, he picked up the phone and dialed your number.

Once again, you were surprised to find that Dongyoung was calling you. You knew that you needed to get used to it, however, since he was probably more excited about your baby’s arrival than you were, if that was even possible. It was kind of funny, in a way. When you were a kid, you swore that you would never have kids. Now that you were actually pregnant, though, you couldn’t wait to be a mom. You’d spent the entire time that you’d known about your pregnancy preparing however you could with help from Nayeon and Jisoo. They were really the best friends you could have asked for, going to the store for whatever your newest craving was and helping you pick out items like cribs and onesies. It was early to start picking things out for the baby, sure, but you were too excited to wait.

Your phone continuing to ring snapped you out of your thoughts. When you first answered the phone, Dongyoung was silent. When he finally did speak, he said, “Hey, (Y/N). How is my baby doing?” He sounded tired when he spoke, though, and it seemed like he’d been crying.

“They’re ok so far. I just had a check-up, actually. The doctor said that everything is normal, and the baby is healthy.” There was a brief silence before you added, “Have you been crying?”

“That’s actually part of the reason that I called. I have some news.”

“What is it?”

“Joy and I are getting a divorce. She knows about us.”

You were silent as you processed the information. How had she found out? You wondered for a moment if your parents had told her, but you were pretty sure that they wouldn’t do that. They’d wanted you and Dongyoung to be back together, sure, but they would never end a marriage over it. That still left you with more questions than answers, and you really wanted to know what happened. So, you asked, “How did she find out?”

“I think that she overheard the call with your mom, but I’m not completely sure. Your parents wouldn’t have told her, right?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Alright. Regardless of how she found out, she knows now, so the divorce process is starting tomorrow.”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m really not, but I will be.” There was a moment of silence again before Dongyoung quietly added, “Would you want to get dinner next weekend?”

“Are you asking to go out as friends, or are you asking me on a date?”

“A date?” he asked, sounding uncertain before he corrected himself and said, “A date.”

“That is a really bad idea, Dongyoung. I will happily keep you updated with the baby and let you see them whenever you want, and I don’t mind trying to be friends, but I do not think that we should be in a romantic relationship.”

“It’s one date, (Y/N). I’m not asking you to marry me or anything. Besides, we’re having a baby. We could have the life that we wanted in college.”

“No. We’re not a good fit for each other anymore. Plus, you’re not even divorced yet. Give yourself some time to heal before you try to get into another relationship. Please?”

Dongyoung sighed before he reluctantly said, “You’re right. I still would like to see you so that we can talk about the baby, though. Would it be possible for me to come to your apartment next weekend?”

You thought for a minute before you said, “Let me talk to my roommates about it. If it does happen, though, it is only to talk about the baby and catch up as friends. Nothing more, ok?”

“Ok. Nothing more.”

“Thank you. I have to go now, since I made plans to get dinner with Nayeon and Jisoo tonight. Bye, Dongyoung.”

“Bye.”

You hung up the phone and started to get ready to go out with your friends. You weren’t going anywhere fancy, just a local diner, but you still wanted to dress up a little bit. You were going to celebrate both your pregnancy and Nayeon’s new job, after all. So, you put on a nice blouse in your favorite color and a pair of black slacks, along with the nicest shoes that you owned. When you were ready, you found Nayeon and Jisoo and left for the restaurant.

Going out for a nice-ish dinner with your best friends was exactly what you needed after the stress of the last few weeks. A celebration of a new chapter in life with the people that you cared about lifted your spirits greatly, and it seemed to have the same effect on Nayeon and Jisoo. As the three of you ate your favorite foods and talked about anything and everything that you could think of, you felt closer to them than you ever had. In that moment, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they would be there for you no matter what.

Near the end of your meal, you got Nayeon and Jisoo’s attention and said, “Before we go home for the night, I’d like to say a few things.”

“Is everything ok?” Jisoo asked.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” you began. “I just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge how amazing you both are. I don’t know if I’ve ever told either of you this, but I’d never really had friends that didn’t treat me like shit before I met you guys.. Nayeon, thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, especially since finding out about the baby, and congratulations on getting your dream job. You’re gonna crush it when you start, I just know it. Jisoo, thank you for being the glue that holds this little group together. I am so proud of how much you’ve grown as a person in the time that I’ve known you, and I am so lucky that I got to witness it. You’re amazing.” A few tears fell from your eyes as you spoke, but you didn’t try to wipe them away, since you were too focused on getting your point across to care.

“We love you, (Y/N). No matter what happens, I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we’re always gonna be here for you,” Jisoo said.

“I think I can also speak for both of us when I say that we appreciate everything that you’ve done for us. I mean, without you I wouldn’t have had the guts to apply for this job, and now I get to live my dream with the best friends I could have asked for by my side,” Nayeon added.

After a tear-filled toast to your friendship, the three of you finished your meals, and you paid the bill. As you drove home, the three of you sang along to your favorite songs like nothing else mattered. And in that moment, you really didn’t need to worry. You didn’t have to think about Dongyoung, or your concerns that you wouldn’t be a good enough mother, or asshole coworkers. All that you had to think about was the next line of the song as you sang along with your best friends.

When the three of you got home, you played video games together until you all had to go to sleep for work the next morning. You laughed whenever Nayeon or Jisoo lost, and you raged every time you lost, which made your friends laugh. It was one of the best nights of your life, and you knew that you would never be able to thank Nayeon and Jisoo enough for everything that they were to you.

Weeks passed by before you heard from Dongyoung again. You wanted to be frustrated that he seemingly dropped off the face of the earth after asking to see you again, but you knew that he was probably incredibly busy. At one point, you considered reaching out to him to see how he was doing. You got pretty busy yourself, though, since another school year had just begun. Your students this year were just as rambunctious as the previous year, and it would have been a lie to say that you weren’t considering quitting and going into a different field entirely. You always thought about quitting when a new year started, but you never actually followed through with it. You loved your job far too much to ever leave it behind.

When you did eventually hear from Dongyoung, it was on a random Friday after you got home from work. You were still a bit overwhelmed from another chaotic day, but oddly enough, you felt relieved when you saw his name flash across your phone. You answered the phone, and the first thing he asked was, “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“No, why?”

“Can I come see you?”

“I’ll make sure it’s ok with Nayeon and Jisoo, but it should be fine. Why?”

“I just need to get out of here. The other church leaders found out about the divorce and the affair, so I might be losing my job soon. Plus, Joy has been fighting me for custody of Jaehyun. I wanted to go for 50/50, but she’s trying to get full custody.”

“That sounds like a lot. Give me just a minute to ask if it’s ok for you to come by.”

You set your phone down and found Nayeon and Jisoo in the living room. When you asked them if they were ok with Dongyoung visiting, they both said yes. You thanked them and went back to your room, where you picked up your phone and said, “They’re fine with it. What time?”

The two of you agreed on when Dongyoung could visit your apartment, and you gave him your address. Then, the two of you talked about everything but the stress you were both feeling. For a little while, you reminisced about your relationship when the two of you were in high school, as well as the partial summer that you’d spent together that resulted in your pregnancy. It was embarrassing to admit, but you couldn’t help but get turned on when you thought about the events of the previous summer. If the way that Dongyoung spoke was any indication, he was feeling it too. You both knew better than to act on it, however, so you quickly changed the subject.

Eventually, you had to end the call and get some chores around your apartment done. As you cleaned your kitchen and folded laundry, however, all you could think about was Dongyoung. You could hardly wait for him to come see you, and you would have been lying if you’d said that you weren’t hoping to get at least a little bit of action when he visited. Was it wrong? Absolutely. Did you care in the moment? Absolutely not.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself texting Dongyoung before you went to bed. The message just said, “What do you wanna do tomorrow?” It sounded innocent enough, but you knew that if he wanted to read more into it, he would.

A few minutes later, you got a text that said, “Whatever you want, beautiful,” with a winking emoji. When you read it, you couldn’t help but think that there were a lot of things that you wanted to do with him. Evidently, he wanted to do those things, too.

The next day, you woke up earlier than you typically did on weekends, since you wanted to make sure that you had sufficient time to get ready to see Dongyoung. Nayeon and Jisoo got ready to go out while you waited, having made plans to be out of your apartment all day. The intention was to give the two of you some time to yourselves to make plans for after the baby was born. What you were planning to do with the alone time instead was a terrible idea, and you knew that they would tell you that, so you didn’t bother to correct their assumption.

When you finally heard a knock on your door, you could hardly contain your excitement. For a minute, you thought about whether you should wait to answer and leave Dongyoung on his toes. You were too desperate for that, however, so you practically ran to open your front door.

When you opened the door and actually saw Dongyoung standing in front of you, you weren’t quite sure how to feel. Sure, you were excited due to your successful flirting the night before, but you were also incredibly nervous. It was odd for you, if you were being honest, since you didn’t typically feel nervous around him. Not like this, at least. Rather than the welcome butterflies in your stomach that you were used to with him, however, you felt like there were angry wasps in your guts that were desperate to escape. The feeling of dread went away, though, when Dongyoung smiled at you and said, “Hi.”

“Hi. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure.”

You moved out of the way for Dongyoung to enter your apartment and gave him a brief tour, ending, of course, with your bedroom. When the impromptu tour was over, you turned to Dongyoung and said, “What do you wanna do now?”

Before you really had time to process what was happening, Dongyoung pinned you to your bed and said, “You.”

The sudden shift in his demeanor sent a shiver down your spine. Too horny to think about the consequences, you whispered, “Please?”

Within minutes, clothes were on the floor, and Dongyoung was positioning himself on top of you, though he was careful to not put pressure on your stomach. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted easily, though. He had to tease you first, just to get you extra needy for him. To start the torture on your senses, he left gentle bites all over your neck, loving the moans that fell from your lips as he sunk his teeth into your skin.

When you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you begged, “Please fuck me. I need you.”

Dongyoung pretended to think for a moment before he said, “Why should I, baby?”

You were quiet for a minute, unsure of how Dongyoung wanted you to respond. He took the opportunity and went back to his prior teasing. The sounds that came from your mouth as he pleasured you were one of his favorite things, and there was very little that he wouldn’t do to hear them every day for the rest of his life. He knew that the two of you probably would never be together again, at least not the way you were before, but he didn’t want to think about that while he was on top of you, drawing the sweetest sounds out of you while he kissed and bit every inch of you he could comfortably reach.

At a certain point, Dongyoung figured that he’d teased you enough and stopped what he was doing just long enough to ask you, “Do you still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” you said in between moans and whines. “Want you. Please, please, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg for me,” he groaned as he aligned his tip with your entrance. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, please just fuck me already!”

Without another word, Dongyoung carefully entered you. You cried out as you finally felt him inside you, and he let out a loud groan as he felt your walls around him. Once you were both ready, he slowly started to thrust in out. It felt incredible, but you still wanted more.

You didn’t have to wait very long at all for Dongyoung to give you exactly what you wanted. After a brief check-in with you to make sure that you would be ok, he pounded into you with no mercy. You only started to moan louder, allowing yourself to get lost in pleasure as he fucked you.

Dongyoung knew from the moment the two of you started that he was going to struggle to last. In his defense, however, sex with you felt better than he ever thought that sex could feel. Maybe it was because of the forbidden nature of his relationship with you, or maybe it was just the fact that you were better in bed than the other women that he’d been with. Either way, he couldn’t get enough of you.

After a while, you started to get desperate. Without really thinking about it, you brought your hand down to where your body met Dongyoung’s and started to rub your clit. He noticed pretty much immediately and moved your hand away. You wanted to complain, but before you could, he placed his own hand where yours had been, teasing your clit while he fucked you.

Within minutes of feeling Dongyoung’s hands on you, you felt the knot in your stomach started to tighten. You tried to warn him that you were close, but instead of the words you intended to say, a loud moan left your mouth as you came undone. Feeling you clench around him as you rode out your high was all that Dongyoung needed to feel his own start to approach, and with a moan, he said, “Fuck, baby. I’m close. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please. Want you to fill me up. Wanna be yours.”

That was all Dongyoung needed to hear to reach his climax with a drawn-out moan of your name leaving his lips as he filled you with cum. He continued to fuck you through his release until your moans of pleasure turned into whines of pain as overstimulation started to take hold. That was when he carefully pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you. The sight only made him want to fuck you again, but that would have to wait. For now, Dongyoung’s only concern was making sure that you were ok.

Dongyoung carefully helped you to stand once you came down from your high. When he was absolutely certain that you would be able to walk, the two of you made your way to your bathroom. Once you got there, he helped you to step into the shower before stepping in with you.

Dongyoung turned the water on and carefully helped you wash, telling you over and over how much he loved you and how excited he was to have a family with you. You knew that he was only saying it because you let him fuck you again, but it was still nice to hear if you were being honest. Once he was done helping you wash, you did the same for him, and the two of you talked a bit more about your plans for the baby’s arrival.

“How much are you willing to be in the baby’s life, Dongyoung?”

“As much as you’re willing to let me be. I can’t wait to have a child with you. I’m hoping it means that I’ll get to have you,” he replied, mumbling the last part.

You let out a sigh and asked, “You know that we’re not getting back together, right?”

“The way you were talking when I had my dick inside you tells a different story, sweetheart.”

“I just got caught up in the moment. We cannot get back together.”

“Why?”

“It’s just not right. What happens if you move here with me after the baby was born? Is Jaehyun gonna grow up without a father?”

“You have to know I wouldn’t do that. We would figure something out so I could be there for him and our child.”

“Plus, what would the people back home say if they found out that their pastor got a woman that wasn’t his wife pregnant and then made his relationship with her official before the ink on the divorce papers was dry?”

“I don’t care about what anyone else says. All I care about is having you.”

You sighed and said, “Dongyoung, I don’t think that we can have a healthy relationship. Look at how your relationship with Joy went. The fact that you two didn’t seem to have a healthy marriage is the whole reason we’re even in this mess in the first place.”

“Last time I checked, (Y/N), you were a willing participant even after you knew about Joy.”

“And now I am going to have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

Dongyoung was quiet after that, and you thought that he understood. As the two of you finished showering and got dressed, however, he asked, “Just one chance, please?”

You sighed, thinking for a minute before you said, “I don’t know, Dongyoung. I just don’t know.”

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##JOHNNY SUH

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you've had a thing for your best friend, johnny, for three years and after some pushing from your roommate, ten, you build up the courage to tell him.

all night — 1.5k + smut

your boyfriend, johnny, decides that you're his to devour for the night.

##LEE JENO

mommy — 2.4k + smut

you finally let jeno get his dick wet for the first time in months... to say he's excited is an absolute understatement.

##JOHNNY SUH

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##NAKAMOTO YUTA

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##KIM DONGYOUNG

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##JEONG YUNO

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##WONG KUNHANG

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##JOHNNY SUH

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##LEE TAEYONG

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##NAKAMOTO YUTA

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##JEONG YUNO

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##MARK LEE

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##XIAO DEJUN

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##LEE JENO

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day one - bang chan x age play

day two - sim jaeyun x praise kink

day three - choi soobin x size kink

day four - yoon jeonghan x breeding kink

day five -lee chan x choking 

day six - lee heeseung x sound kink

day seven - choi beomgyu x dry humping 

day eight - lee jeno - bondage

day nine - johnny seo x role play

day ten - kim seungmin x phone sex

day eleven - jung jaehyun x mirror sex

day twelve - wen junhui x cockwarming

day thirteen - seo changbin x anal play

day fourteen - jeon wonwoo & kim mingyu x threesome

day fifteen - park sunghoon x voyeurism

day sixteen - choi seungcheol x overstimulation

day seventeen - yang jeongin x sensory deprivation

day eighteen - lee mark x thigh riding

day nineteen - xu minghao x hate sex

day twenty -  choi yeonjun x degradation

day twenty-one -  hwang hyunjin x nipple play

day twenty-two - na jaemin x somnophilia 

day twenty-three - han jisung x marking

day twenty-four - lee minho x dirty talk

day twenty-five -  choi vernon x mutual masturbation

day twenty-six - joshua hong & yoon jeonghan x cuckolding

day twenty-seven -  lee donghyuck x food play

day twenty-eight - park jongseong x spanking

day twenty-nine - kwon soonyoung x fingering

day thirty - kim dongyoung x sex toys

day thirty-one - kim taehyun x switch play

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NCT Masterlist

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