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K. Doyoung | From Home

Feeling overwhelmed by leaving everything familiar behind, you find solace in meeting Doyoung, who exudes a comforting familiarity that reminds you of home. His presence ignites a passionate fire within you, drawing you closer and easing the transition into your new chapter of life.

Doyoung x Reader (Strangers to lovers)

12k words

Mainly fluffy, a little angsty, suggestive.

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Part 1 - Coming Home

No smut, but this is a bit more suggestive than any of the other things I've put out. (Don't make fun of me, please; I'll cry.) This was only supposed to be 6k words, but I didn't wanna make you guys wait for a part three. Feedback is much appreciated. Thank you. :)

It was just another Saturday night. Your window was cracked half open, and the breeze from outside allowed itself in, brushing past the skin of your arm while you reviewed the notes from Thursday's lecture. Your roommate was long gone, so you had the room to yourself. This meant you got to play your music as loudly as you wanted without her complaining that it was "trash" or "boring."

You hummed along to the song and tapped your pen against the thin paper while checking the time on your alarm clock. Then, you tap your phone to see if you've received any missed calls or messages in the past two minutes.

You hadn't.

With a long, deep sigh, you returned to your notes and continued studying—until you heard your phone ring and Jaehyun's name flash across your screen. You rushed to answer your phone, your grin wide, your eyes bright.

"Hey, beautiful." When you accepted the call, Jaehyun's smile was as big as yours. You watched him rest in his bed, and you went to do the same. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Jae." You pout. "I really wish you were here."

"I wish you were here." His voice is clear through your phone speaker, causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach. If this wasn't love, you didn't know what it was. You had your whole life planned around Jaehyun, and so far, everything has been going exactly as planned.

"I can't wait 'til you come back," he added, wiping the smile right off your face.

"I'm not coming back." You whispered.

He asks, "Why not?" You watch him shift on his bed to look at you. He's obviously confused; it doesn't take a genius to see it. His smile of adoration is long gone, and his eyes aren't as gentle as they were when you first answered the call.

"There's nothing there for me. Everything I need is here in L.A." You explain.

"What about me?" His voice was soft, but not the kind of soft you were used to. It was different; it almost broke you.

"Well… I thought you could come here." You flashed your doe eyes into the camera and mustered up a sincere smile to hide your nervousness about his reaction. You never talked about life after college; you just kind of assumed that he loved you enough to come with you.

You were wrong.

"Why would I do that?" His eyebrows furrowed, his tone almost degrading.

"I just thought you would because then we could be together. I hate long-distance—you know that—and I just want to be with you." You began rambling and rubbing your hands against each other to distract yourself from crying.

"The city has never been my thing; I don't see why you won't just come back home. What does Los Angeles have that Connecticut doesn't?"

"Everything, Jae. Nobody knows me here. I can start over, pursue my career, and live the life I have dreamt of since I was a little girl." Your voice was shaky, and you hated it. It felt like the air was fighting against you as you began choking over your own words.

"This is stupid." He laughed and looked away from the camera, unintentionally flashing his dimple as he did so.

"Stupid?" You repeat

"We've always talked about finding an apartment here and moving in together. Now, suddenly, you're in L.A. and want to abandon me?"

"I'm not abandoning you, Jae; I just really, really don't wanna go back there." You stress. He missed when you dried the warm tears on your cheek with the balls of your wrists.

"It feels like you are."

"I'm not." You murmured, looking down and tugging at the ends of your shirt.

"Well, you don't want to come back, and I don't want to go to L.A. So now what?" he asked. He's almost three thousand miles away, but the way he looks at you through the camera makes you feel like he can see right through you.

You mumble, "I don't know." Before you hear a loud sigh come through the phone's speaker, Jaehyun presses his lips into a thin line and throws his hand over his head to wipe his face once.

You could tell that he was frustrated, and you hated that you were the reason why. You thought to apologize, but you knew that it wouldn't help anything. So you remained quiet and waited for him to say something to break the awkward silence.

"Maybe you should get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay, I love yo-" Your boyfriend wastes no time hanging up the phone and leaving you to sit in your own quietude.

That was your first argument, and after that, everything just went downhill. Your phone calls got shorter and shorter. Some nights, he wouldn't even call, and when he did call, it always ended in an argument. You tried dragging out your relationship for as long as possible, and you knew he was doing the same.

But eventually, it grew to a point when you started to dread his calls. Eventually, you started questioning whether you were still in a relationship. Eventually, you began to wonder if you even wanted to be in a relationship anymore.

Another Saturday night, spent in your dorm room alone. This time, instead of studying, you chose to order in and watch Netflix. You're three episodes in when your phone begins to ring. You pause your show and pick up your cell to find Jaehyun's contact flashing across your screen.

Hesitantly, you swipe to answer and prop your phone up on the table so you don't have to hold it.

"Hey, baby." His baritone voice rings through your ears in a way that no other voice could. Things might've been rocky, but you loved him—you were sure of that.

"Hey, Jaehyun." You chipped, leaning back against the couch so he could see your complete frame.

"Jaehyun?" He repeats, obviously dissatisfied.

You ask, "What?" And look closer to see the displeased look on his face.

"What happened to Jae?" He queries.

You frown, "Could we not argue today?" Ending your sentence with a "Please."

"Okay, y/n." He's being sarcastic, and you can tell. You overlook it and move on to the next subject because you'd much rather end the call with "I love you" than another heated discussion that causes one of you to hang up abruptly.

"How was your day?" You ask, hoping to change the subject.

"Boring, but I've been thinking about you all day." You watch his frown grow into a smile, which makes you feel at ease.

"Oh yeah, What were you thinking about?"

"Remember when we used to sneak out at night?" He reminisces. "The things we used to do." His smile shines on your screen; you can see his dimples and crescent eyes.

"You know your mom started calling me her son-in-law?" He brings it up suddenly.

"She's annoying." You roll your eyes and feel a sense of peace—finally, you can have a normal conversation with him.

"So when you come back, I was thinking that we could try out this restaurant that just opened. Everyone's been talking about it, but I didn't wanna try it without you." You didn't know if he was doing this on purpose or if he really just ignored everything that ever left your mouth.

"We talked about this, Jaehyun. I'm not coming back."

"Listen, I know L.A. seems new and exciting, but this is your home, whether you like it or not."

"I'm not doing this with you tonight." You breathe, picking up your phone to get ready to hang up, when he sighs and says, "I don't understand why you're being so stubborn."

"I'm not being stubborn. You just aren't listening to me."

"Okay, so now this is my fault?" He sits up and picks up the phone to see you better.

"I'm not blaming you. I just wished you cared enough about me to know that I'm happy here." He remains quiet, so you continue. "I don't wanna go back to Connecticut, and if you don't understand that, then maybe…" You pause, tears already beginning to form and your voice shaking just at the thought, "We should break up."

It falls quiet for about ten long seconds. Suddenly, you become hyper-aware of his background noises, his lack of facial expression, and the breath that you've been holding since you last spoke.

"Okay," he sighs, "If that's what you want." The call is dropped as soon as those words meet your ears. Once again, you're left to deal with your own silence and a fresh new set of warm tears that stroll easily down your cheeks.

"Hey girl, I—" Joy stops when she notices how puffy and red your eyes are. With that, she closes the door to console you. Nothing else is said when she wraps her slim arms around you to pull you into a hug, holding your head to her chest and patting it softly.

"I don't know about this." You look down at the dress Joy picks out for you. At first glance, it seems that the dress is two sizes too small for you, but that's the least of your worries. You were more concerned about coming up with an excuse to get you out of going out tonight.

"We have to get you out of this room. The energy you're harboring here is not healthy for your soul. And—" You hold your hand and nod to stop your roommate before she goes into another one of her lectures.

"I'll go. Just give me the dress."

The bar is small and intimate. You notice that everyone here knows each other. Everyone except you. Joy loosely holds your wrist in her hand as she drags you around to meet different people. You recognize a few of them, and most of them you don’t.

"Oh, there he is." She squeals, tightening her grip on your wrist and pulling you towards the tall, dark-haired stranger who already has his eyes on you.

"Doyoung, this is Y/n, and Y/n, this is Doyoung." Joy greets both of you and brings both of her hands to her cheeks when you both say "Hi" at the same time.

You don't notice when Joy slips away; you're too busy staring at the beautiful stranger in front of you. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?" He asks first

You nod your head, "Yeah, I'm a first-year."

Your eyes never leave him; there's some type of gravitational force pulling you closer to him. Something about him feels different, something no one has ever made you feel—not even Jaehyun.

Oh, Jaehyun.

"Sorry, I gotta go." You unintentionally stop him mid-sentence, unaware that he was even talking. And you run off faster than it took for him to say, "Okay." He blinks once, and you're gone.

Joy watches you leave the bar from afar, chasing after you before you can get too far. Nearly twisting her ankle in the high black heels she was wearing, she catches up to you but not without asking, "What happened?"

She doesn't get a verbal answer or any response at all, but she knows. She knows all too well.

Joy lets out a long sigh, "Let's go home." She holds her hand out, and you take it, allowing her to lead you back home.

You sat curled up in your bed with the prized bear that Jaehyun won you from the fair two years ago and his contact pulled up on your phone.

Your fingers dance around the phone, trying to find the right words. You want to tell him you miss him and you're sorry, but you're also afraid. What if he's mad at you? What if he had already found someone new? What if he never really loved you and was just waiting for you to break up with him?

All these questions swirl in your mind, and that should've been enough to stop you from texting him, but you let your heart take control. Mindlessly, you begin typing out, "I miss you; please call me." Just before you can hit send, you get a notification for a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, this is Doyoung. Joy gave me your number.

Joy's already watching you from the corner of the room. When you look up, she's nervously gazing at you. Biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

"I know I should've asked you first, but he's a good guy. I think you should give him a chance." She defends herself, although she doesn't really have to. You could never be mad at her.

"Fine." You roll your eyes and pick up your phone to answer him.

Unsure of how to respond, you just typed "Hey," hoping that he would carry on the conversation.

"He's asking to hang out." You confessed to Joy when you held up your phone for her to see, even though you knew she couldn't see anything from where she was sitting.

"Tell him yes." She says urgently, jumping in her spot.

You obey her and use your thumbs to type out, "Sure, what time do you have in mind?"

He replies not even a second later with, "How about tonight?"

"He wants to hang out tonight," you shoot your head up.

"Oh, he's really interested in you.' Joy squeaks,

"What do I say?"

"Yes!" She squeals again, and you listen.

Jaehyun was long forgotten as you walked along the dark beach, listening to the sound of waves crashing in. The sky was pitch black; the only visible light was the moon, and the street lamps lined up a few yards away.

You can see Doyoung's face visibly; he's just as handsome as you remembered him from earlier in the evening, although you weren't expecting him to change in just a few hours.

"I love the beaches here," you admit.

He sounds, "Yeah?" While looking down at you and, you nod

"They're the reason I chose to come to California." The weather was warm on a Friday night, but the breeze coming in from the shore had you pulling down the sleeves of your turquoise blue sweater.

Doyoung noticed it and slipped his jacket off to drape it over your shoulders, asking, "Where are you from?"

You answer, "Connecticut." As you continue walking along the dark beach, taking in the warmth of his blue varsity jacket.

"Wow, you're far away from home, aren't you?"

"I guess." You agree. The waves come in just a little harder and leave your feet wet and sandy.

"Well, how do you like California?" He asked

"It's beautiful. Very different from Connecticut," you boasted, feeling a sense of achievement since you had lived out your childhood dream. A subtle smile fell upon your face.

"I'm glad you're here," Doyoung said.

"Me too." You reply, looking up at him.

You aren't thinking about your ex for the first time in two months, and it feels nice.

You hated the student library, its familiarity, its blandness, and the fact that the staff always kept the air conditioning so high. But you needed to study, and this was the best place you could think of since your roommate took over your dorm to have her boyfriend over.

The library was awful, but you got used to it after a while. All it took was some warm tea and a set of earphones for you to lose track of time. Two minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned into three. So, what should have been a 30-minute study session became a five-hour study day.

Granted, you did get distracted a few times.

The library is relatively full, but Doyoung still easily picks you out. He slides into the empty chair behind you and taps your shoulder. "Have you been here all day?" He asks.

You lie and answer, "No." But the snack wrappers and coffee cups tell him otherwise.

Knowing you aren't telling the truth, he asks, "What time did you arrive?" Resting his cheek on the palm of his hand to look at you.

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks before your turn to avoid his gaze. "Um, probably around like… 2ish?" You mumble to where he can barely hear you.

"You ever been to Karaoke?" He asks suddenly, causing you to whip your head around at his odd question.

"No." You answer.

Doyoung doesn't ask any further questions before he reaches to clean up your notebooks, and you do the same. "What are you doing?" You ask, still packing up the rest of your stuff.

"There's a karaoke spot around here." He takes your bag and swings it around his shoulder.

Your eyes widen instinctively when you stand up beside him. "Doyoung, I can't sing." You whine, but he only laughs, flashing arguably the prettiest smile you've ever seen.

"You don't have to know how to sing; it's just supposed to be fun," he says, guiding you out of the library with your bag still hanging off his shoulder. No matter how much you protest and argue, you still end up in a karaoke booth.

"No," you shake your head and wave your hands around. "You don't want to hear me sing, I promise."

"I do." Doyoung insists, pushing the microphone in your direction. Despite his charming smile and persistence, you're still reluctant.

It takes him putting on one of your favorite songs for you to start humming along. He makes you comfortable by randomly singing along to the words on the screen and pressing the microphone to your lips so you can sing with him.

Which you do. Your anxiousness is long gone, and you begin to dance to the beat with him beside you. You're lost in the moment, but Doyoung is smiling at you as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars with your own two hands.

"Where were you?" Joy scolds before you fully walk into the dorm.

"I was studying." You shrugged and closed the door behind you.

"Libray closed an hour ago," Your best friend stands up to you and folds her arms over her chest. "And it only takes 15 minutes to walk back." She continues. "You can't lie to me, Y/n."

You mutter, "And then I went out to karaoke with Doyoung." As you plop down on your bed with a slight grin, you say, "Well, that, and we got something to eat afterward."

That's when you see her glare change, and her smile grows wider than yours. "Why didn't you just say that?" She sat down right next to you. "You should've stayed out longer."

Your best friend slips her arm around yours and rests her head on your shoulder. "How did it go? Did you kiss?"

Joy is fully dressed, hair and makeup done, and ready to head out the door. Meanwhile, you're still slouched on your bed, hair pushed up into a messy bun, and glasses hanging loosely above your nose. "I don't wanna go," you whine, arms crossed over your chest.

"Doyoung is going to be there," Joy sings, hoping that will be enough to get you out of bed.

It's not.

"You're terrible at lying," you mumble, unconvinced.

"Please, Y/n. He'll come if you're there," Joy pleads, her hands clasped together as she does her best to give you puppy eyes.

"I'm not going just because he's there," you attest, but you still push your glasses up against your nose and roll off the bed to get dressed.

The "party" isn't really a party. There's just a small selection of people gathered around Kun's place. Most of them are familiar, as in you can put a name to a face. But there are still a few that you have to be acquainted with.

You occupy yourself with the snack table, seeing that Joy is too concerned with her boyfriend to notice that you're gone. Occasionally, you scan the area to see if Doyoung has shown up yet.

"Hey." You hear a somewhat familiar voice come from behind you, and when you turn around, you're faced with a broad, pearly white smile and long black locks of hair.

"Oh hey, Yuta." You smile to match his.

"I didn't think I'd see you here," he comments as he passes you a bottle of water. "You're always so hung up on that imaginary boyfriend of yours."

You press your lips into a thin line. You could try to convince him for the hundredth time that Jaehyun actually existed, or you could protect your energy and peace tonight by simply ignoring him.

You choose to argue.

"I don't know how else to prove to you that he's real. I'm starting to think that you're choosing to stay in denial because it makes you feel better for trying to flirt with someone in a relationship." You say calmly before opening your water bottle to take a sip.

You can feel his smirk from the corner of your eye before he opens his mouth to say, "I'll believe it when I see it."

That's when you feel that sharp feeling in the pit of your stomach, "Actually, we broke up." You look down to close your water bottle to avoid eye contact. "So you probably won't ever see it."

Yuta only laughs, "That's a new one."

"Will you leave her alone?" Joy waltzes in, "She doesn't want you. Go find some other freshman girl to bother." Your best friend wraps her arm around yours to pull you away from him.

"We were just talking." He defends, but she doesn't stick around to listen, and neither do you with you tied to her arm.

"Doyoung's been looking for you." She gushes and gestures her head towards the tall brown-haired boy conversing with Kun. He looks up almost as if he can feel your eyes on him, and his hands wave around as a greeting.

"Hey." You say first, a little too happily for your own liking.

Doyoung opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out when he's interrupted by Taeyong.

"Alright, guys, we're playing truth or dare." He calls loudly by Doyoungs ear. You can't help but wonder if it was on purpose or not.

"Truth or dare?" Joy repeats, "Isn't that for kids?" She insults but moves towards the living room where everyone else is, her arm still hung around yours.

Everyone gathered around in a circle, Joy on one side of you and Doyoung on the other.

Taeyong starts the game off with "Y/n!" He yells suddenly, and you quickly learn that he likes to startle people. "Truth or dare?"

"um, dare." You murmur.

"I dare you to make out with Yuta." Taeyong grins. You don't have to look at Yuta to know that he's doing the same.

"She'll pass," Joy speaks up for you so you don't have to. Then she reaches for the cup in front of you to drink your penalty for not going through with the dare. "Next." She hisses when the cup is empty, and her eyes are squeezed shut.

You hear Yuta mumble "Boring" under his breath, but he's not looking in either of your directions.

Kun speaks next, "Doyoung truth or dare?" And Doyoung doesn't give him the opportunity to further the question before he's downing the cup in front of him.

"Wow." Kun presses his lips into a thin line while the rest of the group laughs at the interaction.

The game goes on smoothly. Doyoung dares Taeyong to eat a spoonful of crushed red pepper, and Kun gets asked about his "daddy kink." Eventually, it becomes your turn. You scan the room for possible candidates, but you only have one name on your mind: "Doyoung," you utter. "Truth or dare."

"Dare." He confidently answers.

"I dare you to make out with her right now," Joy yells as you devise a dare to give him. And before you could take back what she said, Doyoung leans in to kiss your cheek. It's not anything significant, but it's more than enough to leave you flustered.

"I said make out, as in tongue her down. But that's good enough, I guess." Joy rolled her eyes.

"I wonder how her boyfriend would feel about that." Yuta grimaces, his head cocked to the side. That's what breaks you out of your little love trance. You chose to ignore him, and thankfully, your best friend does too. Even though you see her glaring at him with her tongue poking through her cheek as she tries to hold her composure.

"Hey." Doyoung reaches beside you to help clean the floor once the party is over.

You stand up straight to face him, "Hey."

"Joy told me to take you home," he says, pulling the bottles out of your hand.

"You don't have to."

"I don't mind." He speaks faster than it takes for you to finish your sentence.

"Oh- okay." You nod, "Let me just get my stuff."

Your third time in Doyoung's car is more awkward than your first. The music fills the silence, but you still feel obligated to say something. The only issue is that you don't know what.

"Are you cold?" Doyoung asks, dragging his hand to adjust the heat while leaving his other hand on the steering wheel.

"Just a little." You say.

And then it falls quiet again, which only leads you to think. Twiddling your thumbs when you blurt, "I don't have a boyfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up. But that was a while ago. I haven't talked to him since."

"Joy already told me," He stops you.

"What all did she tell you?"

"Just that you were feeling down since your breakup, and to be patient with you." He answers casually and politely. His focus is on the road, but you're still watching him.

"I'm not feeling that down. I mean, it's been months. I'm sure he's not thinking about me anymore. So I should move on." You stop when you realize you've been rambling again. "Right?" you ask.

"What do you think?" Doyoung flips the question back around.

"I think that I'm young," The car's quieter than it was when you first got in, possibly because the music had magically stopped playing in the middle of your conversation. Doyoung glances at you, but only for a really quick second before his eyes go back to the road ahead of him. "and I deserve to be happy. It's always been a dream of mine to go to school in California and start a new life. And now I'm here in L.A." You finish with, "So I should be happy."

"I agree." Doyoung nods. He pulls into the parking lot of your dorm and turns to look at you with a subtle smile.

This is the part where you're supposed to confess. Tell him that you really like spending time with him and possibly even making out in the back of his car.

But you don't.

You simply match his smile and say, "Thank you." You add, "For giving me a ride home and for listening."

"Anytime."

Your dorm room is just big enough for Joy and you. Although sometimes it got a little stuffy, it was usually really fun. Living with your best friend meant that every night was girls' night.

The only thing between you and your roommate was two boxes of pizza because you couldn't decide on toppings.

"So~" Joy drags out as she sets the crust of her pizza down in front of you.

You sound, "Yeah?" before taking another bite.

"How are things going with Doyoung?"

"You keep asking me this." You laugh and roll your eyes. You're furthest from annoyed, but the question started to get a bit old. "We're just friends."

"Oh, 'just friends,' my ass. I see the way you look at eachother." She attests.

"It doesn't mean anything." You shrug

"It means everything. It's like Shakespeare said 'eyes are windows to the soul."

"Shakespeare wasn't talking about me and Doyoung," you retort. “Plus, he couldn't even spell, so why would I trust his judgment?"

"Okay, fine. Forget about Shakespeare. Even a blind baby could see that you and Doyoung are into each other, and it's not just as friends." Joy drags her index finger out to prove her point.

You feel your phone vibrate by your leg but ignore it while making your next point. "Even if we did like each other, I just got out of a relationship. It wouldn't be fair to him if I'm not emotionally available."

When you finish speaking, you reach out to pick up your phone and check your alerts.

"It's been six months. At this point, you're just wasting both of your time," Joy says while you continue reading your messages. "You can ignore me, but you know I'm right."

"You are," you reply, preoccupied with your phone, which has Doyoung's contact information pulled up on your screen.

"Exactly- wait, really?"

"No, I was just trying to shut you up." You laugh as you throw your phone down and rest back on your palms. "We're just friends, nothing more."

"We'll see how long that lasts." Joy counters.

Joy was right, although you can't really recall a time she was ever wrong. Your feelings for Doyoung were growing rapidly by the day, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Everything in L.A was new and different; sometimes, it got overwhelming. But Doyoung made it easier. His presence felt so familiar, almost like you had known him your whole life.

You began to spend more and more time around him, whether meeting him at the student library to study or going out for ice cream. Sometimes, you'd spend hours talking on the beach, and sometimes, you'd just sit in his apartment and watch movies.

Joy noticed that the more you guys hung out, the less you talked about your ex, but she tried not to bring it to your attention. She was too afraid that she might accidentally stir up some hidden emotions.

Unfortunately, you only needed alcohol to bring those emotions out of you.

It's Friday night, and you're sitting drunk in a bar that Joy dragged you to again, crying over the ex you hadn't thought about in over six months.

With your head tucked into the crease of your elbows, you cry, "I miss him." To your best friend, who's trying to say anything and everything she can to take your mind off of Jaehyun.

"Look, girl, they have those burger nachos you like." She points to the menu, but none of it catches your attention.

"What are you doing?" She snaps her head, even though she already knows what you're doing

"I'm gonna call him."

You struggle to enter your password and pull up his contact information, but when you finally do, a hand rests on your shoulder—a hand you're sure doesn't belong to your best friend. When you turn around, you see Doyoung and his ever-so-sweet smile.

"Doyoung?" You call out.

"Let's get you home," he says loud enough for you to hear. You don't fight when he tugs on your arm to get you to stand up, and within seconds, you're being lifted off your feet as he carries you out of the bar and into the car.

You slur, "I can walk," but you don't make any attempt to escape his arms. Instead, wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head against his chest, close enough to hear and feel his heartbeat.

He gently seats you in the passenger seat of his car and reaches over to put your seatbelt on. Suddenly, you're no longer thinking about your ex. The familiar scent of Doyoung's car puts your mind at ease as you curl up in your seat and gaze out of the window. Eventually, you close your eyes when you begin to feel motion sickness.

Doyoung carries you into his apartment when Joy texts him that it's probably best that you stay with him for the night. He asks, "Why?" But she never responds, and he doesn't ask again.

First, he lays you down on his couch. You're just half asleep when he does so. You're barely awake to know that it was Doyoung's arms you feel managing your body weight and his voice telling you to stay put while he goes to get a washcloth.

When he returns, he gently uses the warm cloth to scrub the makeup off your face and his thumb and index finger to turn your head to ensure he has everything.

"Okay, here, drink this." He almost whispers, sitting you up against the arm of the couch as he puts the bottle of water against your lips. You tilt your head back so the water can easily flow down your throat.

When the water is gone, Doyoung helps you lie back on the couch so he can slip your shoes off and lay the polyester blanket over you.

His eyes trailed over you, and seeing that your feet fell off the couch and your neck was propped on the arm of the sofa, he shook his head.

"This isn't going to work," he says mostly to himself. With that, he lifts you off the couch and carries you to his bedroom, where he lays you in the bed and tucks you under the covers.

"Is this comfortable?" He asks, and you nod with your thumb in the air.

"This is perfect; thank you, Doie."

He smiles at the nickname. "Alright, get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay." You sing and roll over in his bed.

The following day, you wake up to the smell of bacon and other breakfast foods. Turning in the bed, you realize that the room you're in and the bed you're lying in isn’t yours. You jump up with widened eyes, forgetting everything that happened last night.

When you remember who the room belongs to, Doyoung knocks on the door. "Are you awake yet?"

You shuffle more in the bed before you call out, "Yeah." He slowly opened the door. Doyoung was fully dressed, with a brown leather backpack hanging off his shoulder.

"I have to go to work, but there's food on the stove. You're welcome to stay here if you'd like."

"Okay." You nod, and so does he before he turns to close the door behind him. You go to lie back down on the bed when he nearly barges back into the room. "Oh, I left a set of clothes for you if you want to change. Towels are in the bathroom, and there's extra soap in the cabinet. I don't know if there's a specific brand that you prefer."

When he sees you smile, he smiles, "Thank you, Doie." You say.

That's all that needed to be said for Doyoung to nod "Of course" and softly close the door behind him.

You knew Doyoung's apartment like the back of your hand; that's how much time you spent there. His place was clean and beautifully decorated, so it looked bigger than it actually was. However, you liked it because it was cozy and warm. His apartment was much better than the little dorm you shared with Joy.

You tiptoed around his place in the oversized gray t-shirt he left out for you to wear, just searching for something to do. Peaks of sunshine snuck in through the cracks in his curtains as you walked from ‌room to room.

Seeing that there's nothing much to do. You heat up the food he left on the stove for you and sit on his sofa to watch television. Flicking through the channels for a good 20 minutes before you hear the door knob rattle.

"You're still here?" Doyoung speaks first, seeing you get up off the couch to greet him.

"Yeah, I just didn't wanna leave your apartment unlocked." You hesitate.

"I'm glad you're here." Doyoung's eyes trail over your figure. Specifically, the skin of your bare legs. He tried not to be too noticeable, but you caught it. "I brought dinner." He holds the bag up.

An hour passes, and you're still on his living room floor in front of him, talking about anything and everything. One minute, you're laughing about your childhood. The next minute, you're talking about your dream superpowers.

"So what's Connecticut like?" Doyoung asks.

"Umm." You go to push your hair out of your face, but Doyoung reaches to do it before you can. "It's boring. Well, to me, at least." You explain. "It doesn't have palm trees. There are beaches, but they aren't as pretty as the ones here." You conclude with, "I don't know everything is… just different."

"There wasn't anything you liked about it?"

"The food was good, I guess." You tilt your head back and forth. "I spent so much time thinking about getting away that I never really took the time to get to know and love it."

"Maybe we should visit sometime." Doyoung offers. He takes his eyes off of you for just a second, but in that small second, you feel cold and a little pathetic because of how sad you got just because you didn't have all of his attention on you.

You shouldn't feel this way about someone you consider a friend. You shouldn't be looking at him, hoping that he'd kiss you or just touch you or something. Anything other than just looking at you.

You utter, "Yeah, I'll probably like it more if I got to experience it with you." The words escape your lips in a soft murmur, barely audible. You quickly look down. Your eyes dart around, searching for anything to distract you from the moment's awkwardness. You notice a loose thread on your shirt and begin to fiddle with it, trying to calm your nerves. As you stand there in silence, you can't help but wonder if he heard what you said or, worse, if he knows what you're thinking. The tension between you two is palpable, and you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"Are you okay?" Doyoung asks, dipping his head down to see your face.

You nod, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little hot."

"Why didn't you say so I can turn the air on." He wastes no time getting up and treading to the thermostat. You just sit there, watching the distance between you grow. You roll your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"I turned it on, but it's going to take a while to kick in," your friend informs you as he claims the spot in front of you. You're still avoiding eye contact, and he notices it almost immediately. "If it's too hot, I can get you some water."

"Doie?" You mutter instead of responding to his previous statement.

He responds, "Yes?" growing concerned at your sudden change of tone.

"Can you kiss me?" The way he looks at you makes your face feel warm; you're nervous, but you can't look away from him.

"Are you sure? I don't wa—" You kiss him before he can finish his sentence. Your lips are on his when you scoot the rest of your body closer to him—close enough to claim your spot on his lap. His hands immediately crawl under your shirt to wrap protectively around your waist, ensuring that you can't go anywhere.

Breathless, you roll over to lay your head on Doyoungs chest. That's when he wraps his arms around you and lets out a slow, exhausted laugh.

"What?" You smile, looking up at him.

"We did this all out of order." You wait for him to continue, "I like you, Y/n, and I want to be your boyfriend more than anything else."

You try to sneak into your dorm early the following day, assuming that Joy would've been in one of her classes or maybe out at her boyfriend's. But she's up, sitting on the edge of her bed with her laptop propped up on her lap.

"Oh… you're still here." You laugh to divert the attention away from you.

"Welcome back." Your best friend says. She doesn't spare you a look until you plop down on your bed. "Why are you so happy?"

"I'm not." You press your lips into a line, trying your best not to smile. Joy stands up and hovers over you to examine you. The first thing she notices is that you're wearing Doyoung's sweatshirt and a pair of his sweatpants, which means that you left your clothes at his place. She then grabs your face and turns your head from side to side.

"You're glowing." She says, almost like a question.

"I used some of Doyoungs skin care."

"Oh please, not even he glows like this." Joy debates, standing up straight to put her hands on her hip."You had sex, didn't you."

"No, of course not. We just sat around. We watched TV and stuff, you know, normal things." You look anywhere but at her as she squints her eyes to you. "We had sex." You murmur sheepishly.

"How was it?" She rushes to sit next to you.

Joy would always say that you and Doyoung were a very cheesy couple. "You guys are worse than me and my boyfriend." She'd say.

Whenever you were around him, you had to touch him. You couldn't help it, and he didn't make it any better. Doyoung had the habit of pulling you into his lap and leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulder, even in public.

If you weren't sitting on his lap, you were wrapped in each other's arms. Holding hands was too casual; you wanted to encase yourself in his skin.

It was another "party" at Kun's. You were seated in Doyoung's lap, and the rest of your friends were sitting in a circle around both of you.

"Okay, your turn." Taeyong turns to Doyoung.

"Y/n?" Doyoung calls, looking down at you. The entire circle lets out a collective groan of annoyance, but he still continues, "Truth or dare?"

You answer, "Dare."

"Just kiss and get it over with." Taeyong grunts, and you obey.

"I think we can skip her turn. She seems occupied." Kun comments. You don't agree or disagree with your lips getting tangled with your boyfriends.

"Alright, that's enough." Joy slaps the side of Doyoungs arm, but it takes for you to pull away for him to stop kissing you.

"Y/n, truth or dare," Yuta speaks up from beside you.

You answer "truth," and he asks, "What do You have Doyoung saved as in your phone."

You hesitated to answer the question, not because you were ashamed but because you were confused. "I have him saved as Kim Doyoung." You say it almost like a question.

"Really?" Doyoung darts down at you.

"Yeah, that's your name, isn't it?" You ask, "What do you have me saved as?"

Doyoung doesn't answer verbally; he only pulls out his phone and opens your contact information so you can see it for yourself. A small awkward smile grows on your face when you read "My Angel," with a picture of you on top and your number below it.

"When did you do that?" is all you can ask. Your friends continue playing the game around you, not caring about the world you and your boyfriend are in.

"As soon as we started dating." He answers, closing his phone and laying it down on the ground next to you.

Following his actions, you pull your phone out and begin typing something. Doyoung is curious to see what you're doing, but he patiently waits for you to reveal it to him on your own.

Soon, you're holding your phone right in front of him. For him to see his own contact pulled up on your screen. His name on top, his number below it, and "My love ❤️." Written right in between it.

"Is that better?" You ask

"Much better." He leans in to kiss you, pulling you closer to him than you already are.

"They're doing it again." Kun mumbles.

"Could you two please get a room?" Taeyong calls out after.

Even though Doyoung made life easier for you, things still got hard. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the troubles of everyday life.

You had graduated, thankfully. But now you were struggling to find a job. You spent too many days on Joy's couch with your eyes glued to a computer screen, sending emails to various corporations, all of which seemed like they just didn't want to hire you.

With each passing day, you felt yourself getting more and more discouraged. You hadn't even noticed that you were unintentionally blowing your boyfriend off until he brought it to your attention.

The beach was the one place you could go to forget everything. Your mind is completely blank when you sit next to Doyoung in the sand, your head propped up on his arm as you listen to the waves crashing in.

The fact that it was pitch dark just made everything so much better. You wished you could give up everything and just make this your life.

"How have you been?" Doyoung asks randomly. Your heavy eyes force themselves open as you pull yourself off your boyfriend's arm.

A tired, breathless laugh leaves you when you say. "What do you mean?"

"I haven't been able to speak to you in almost a week." He answers, "I just wanna know how you've been."

"It hasn't been a week."

"It's been 9 days," Doyoung responds rather harshly, but you don't pick up on it at first.

"Well, you know I've been busy." You say in defense.

"I don't know that." He says, "You don't tell me anything. You just call me when you wanna hang out or have sex, then you leave me to worry about you for a few days."

"I didn't realize I was doing that, Doyoung. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, angel. Just at least update me sometimes. I still like talking to my girlfriend." Doyoung coos, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You agree, but it happens again. You go without talking to him for nearly two weeks, only to call one day in the middle of the night.

"Hello?" Doyoung shuffles in his bed to answer your call. You can hear in his voice that he's been sleeping.

"Doyoung…" You whine, "I need you."

"No." He states sternly.

your eyebrows furrow unknowingly when you mumble, "What?" You ask, taken back by his sudden sternness.

"You haven't spoken to me in two weeks. You don't call, text, or tell me anything, Y/n. I'm starting to feel more like a hookup than your boyfriend." He almost yells.

"I told you I was sorry." You reply.

He sighs. "You also told me you wouldn't do it again, but you did. I love you, angel. I love you a lot, but I'm not gonna run back to you whenever you finally decide to call me." He finished.

"I've been busy. What do you want me to do?" You plead

"I'd like for you to text me every once in a while. It's nice to know that you're still thinking about me even when we're not together. Or that you're still thinking about me during the day and not just in the middle of the night when you're needy."

"I don't wanna argue with you." You say after a long period of silence.

"Neither do I." He breaths. The next thing you hear are three beeps telling you that the call has been dropped.

In disbelief, you look at the phone and throw it on the opposite side of the bed. You roll over and try your best to sleep. But that doesn't come as easy tonight, no matter how many times you toss and turn.

Eventually, you reach for your cell to call your boyfriend again, but each time, you get, "You've reached my voicemail. I'm probably busy right now, but I'll call you back when I get the chance."

The following morning, you find yourself back on your best friend's couch, feeling restless and anxious. You try to distract yourself by scrolling through your emails and filling out job applications, but your mind keeps drifting off to Doyoung. You can't help but wonder if he's thinking about you too. You check your phone repeatedly, hoping to see a missed message from him, but every time you look, it's the same - nothing. The silence is deafening, and you can't shake off the feeling of unease that's been gnawing at you since the last time you spoke to him.

You weren't used to this from him. It was very rare for you to open your phone and see that he hadn't tried to call or text you. This only meant that he was really mad, and that made you feel uneasy.

Mindlessly, your thumbs hover over his contact, and you begin to call him.

The phone doesn't even ring once before Doyoung picks it up. "What do you want?" He spits.

You're more excited about the fact that he picked up to even care about the tone of his voice. "I missed you. and I just wanted to talk to you."

"So now you wanna talk?"

"What is your problem?" You mumble.

"I told you what my problem is. I don't like feeling neglected," he answers.

"I'm sorry, okay, I really am. I don't know what more you want from me?"

As you listen intently through the speaker of your phone, you can sense his reluctance. You can almost feel him holding back his true emotions as he takes a deep breath and responds, "There's nothing I want from you, Y/n."

"Then why are you acting like this? I just wanted to talk," you yell, despite his calm demeanor.

"I guess you're just too selfish and self-centered to understand," he insults. There's no point in me even wasting my breath," he says last before you hear that beeping again.

You don't know what irritates you more: the fact that he keeps hanging up before you can get your point across or the annoying beeping sound that comes right after. As if, to rub in the fact that your boyfriend is mad at you and you aren't making anything any better.

Neither.

It's the fact that he called you selfish and self-centered, as well as indirectly telling you that you lacked the brain capacity to even understand why he was mad in the first place.

Angrily, you click on his contact, but once again, you're met with "You've reached my voicemail. I'm probably busy right now, but I'll call you back when I get the chance."

You patiently wait for the beep to come in for your thoughts and insults to spew. Most of it you don't mean. You want to hurt his feelings like he hurt yours.

"You know you aren't such a saint yourself?"

"Selfish and self-centered, Really? Nice way to talk to your girlfriend."

" Fuck you, Doyoung. Fuck you."

"You don't have to talk to me, I know Yuta will."

"Doyoung, please, I'm sorry. I don't mean any of that. I just want you to talk to me."

"Whatever, I didn't really like you like that anyway. I was just bored."

"I've been cheating on you this entire time. I've been cheating on you, and that's why I haven't been texting you. Because I've been too busy having sex with other men."

"There aren't any other men, Doyoung. It's just you. I love you. Please call me."

By the end of the day, you had filled your boyfriend's voicemail until you couldn't send anything else. You went to sleep that night, thinking that he'd be over it by the morning, but the next morning rolled around, and he still wasn't talking to you.

Soon, a week had passed, and still, the same thing.

Things weren't working with Doyoung; your job search was getting nowhere, and you were losing weight from the amount of meals you skipped. Nothing seemed to be on your side.

"I think I'm going to have to stay in Connecticut for a little while." You cry into Joy's lap as she tries to comfort you.

"You know you don't have to do that." Joy stops you.

"I'm trying, but I really can't find a job, and I don't want to stay here and mooch off of you. Plus, I know you want to spend time with your boyfriend. I just don't want to get in your way," you explain.

"Please, y/n, you're not getting in my way, and my boyfriend doesn't mind having you around. If you feel like it's best for you to stay in Connecticut to get back on your feet, I understand that. But you're always, I mean always, welcome here." She smiles, smoothing the hair on your head. "But if you go, you need to fix things with Doyoung. He'd be heartbroken if you just up and left while you two were going through a rough patch."

She was right. She was always right. So that night, you ended up right in front of his apartment door. You didn't bother trying to call. You knew he wouldn't answer. The best approach was to face him in person, and that you did.

You knocked one, two, three times and waited patiently for him to answer, which he did in less than fifteen seconds. Your heart nearly jumps when you see his face, and you can tell that he was just as shocked to see you, too.

Neither of you says anything for a good long while. You're searching for the right words to say, and Doyoung's trying to stop himself from embracing you into a long-awaited kiss.

"Doyoung i-" He fails as soon as he hears your voice. Within seconds pulling you closer to him just to lay his lips on yours. Not caring what it is you have to say.

You end up in the shower together, and he's gazing at you lovingly. You're still just trying to figure out what to say to him.

"Do you really think I'm selfish and self-centered?" you mutter first, warm water spilling over your head when you look up at him.

"Of course not, Angel. I was just mad." He brings his hand up to caress your cheek and the outline of your lips. "I love you. Nothing could ever change that."

"I love you too, Doyoung." You murmur. "I don't like fighting."

"'Me neither." He says, more sincere this time.

"I don't like when you're mad at me." You continue.

"I don't like it either, angel." He whispers, closing in the space between with your hand still wrapped around your cheek. "and really don't like denying you." He says against your lips.

You can only close your eyes and whine, "Doyoung." Before he shushes you, connecting lips and tugging on your hips.

You can tell he loves you by the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, and the way he talks to you. You wish it weren't so evident. You wish he made it a little less obvious. Because then maybe you wouldn't have fallen for him as hard.

The thought of leaving him here in California pains you. Even if it's just for a few months. You don't know if you could bear long distance again, or if you could even look him in the eye when you tell him that you were breaking up with him.

You dry your tears before you leave a faint kiss on his lips. It takes a lot of strength for you to pull away from his sleeping body. You want nothing more than just to lay next to him, to stay there forever and for eternity after. But all good things must come to an end, and your flight was leaving in two hours.

You left with nothing but a note with tear stains that read,

I'm going back to Connecticut. I came over to tell you that, but I couldn't get it out. I hope that you can forgive me for leaving so suddenly, but I'll be back, I promise. For now, I think we should break up. I don't wanna hold you back, and I don't want you sitting around waiting for me. I want you to be happy. Even if it isn't with me.

If in the future we meet again, I hope we can work things out.

I love you, Doyoung. I'll love you forever.

-Y/n

and with that, you were gone.

Now, as you stand in your old room, the brown paper box at your feet, you can't help but feel a strong sense of nostalgia wash over you. You take in every detail: the way the sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm glow on everything in the room; the creaking sound of the wooden floorboards under your feet, each one carrying a memory of its own; and the scent of your old perfume that still lingers in the air, like a faint echo of a bygone era.

This time, as you prepare to leave, it feels different. It feels like you're saying goodbye for good, and the thought of leaving this place forever fills you with a deep sense of loss. When you first arrived in Connecticut, you couldn't wait to leave, but now you find yourself wishing you could stay just a little bit longer so you could relive the memories of your past, which you hold so dear.

However, you know that the real reason you're dreading going back is that you don't want to face your Doyoung. The thought of telling him that you're now in a relationship with the man you used to cry to him about fills you with anxiety. You're unsure of how he'll react, and the mere prospect of facing him makes your heart race with fear.

The more you think about it, the more you realize that things are not looking good for you. You're caught between your love for your new partner and your fear of the unknown.

Suddenly, your mom yells from downstairs, "Y/n, someone is here for you." You don't pay much attention to the hesitation in her voice, too lost in thought. You wish you had because when you reach the bottom of the stairs and look up, Doyoung is standing right across from you with a saddened smile and a black duffle bag. Your heart skips a beat as you see him. You hadn't expected him to be here, but now that he is, you don't know how to react. You mutter, "What are you doing here?" As you wrap your arms around yourself.

He doesn't give you a verbal answer; one second you hear the heaviness of his black bag when he drops it and the next he pulling you into a tight hug.

You immediately melt in his arms. There was no point in trying to build walls around Doyoung. He could always break them down with little to no effort.

"I missed you, Angel." He breathes, separating just enough for him to wrap his hands around each side of your face and bring you into a deep kiss. You kiss him back without much thinking; your body knows who Doyoung is. You can't deny him.

"Joy sent me." He finally answers when he breaks the kiss, but it doesn't take long for him to rush back to your lips.

"Are you still unpacking?" Doyoung asks when you show him your room. He eyes the brown boxes sprawled out around the floor.

"I'm packing up." You answer, "Joy found me a job, so I'm going back to L.A."

You don't have to face him to see him smile. The way his hand tightens around yours tells you all that you need to know. Soon, his other arm snakes around your waist to pull you back towards him. "We talked about visiting Connecticut together," he says next to your ear.

"We didn't know it would be under these circumstances though." You respond. Turning around in his arms.

"We're still here." He smiles. "What do you suggest we do first?"

"I don't know. I guess we can probably find a restaurant. But the food is way better in L.A."

It feels weird seeing Doyoung in your childhood room. It was like seeing two worlds collide, but it was nothing like seeing both of your exes in the same room.

"Baby! dinners ready." You didn't even hear when Jaehyun showed up, and nothing could've prepared you for this moment.

Doyoungs eyes divert from you to the man standing at your doorway, and Jaehyun eyes him back. Neither of them says anything, and thankfully so.

"Umm… Jaehyun, this is Doyoung, and Doyoung, this is Jaehyun." You gesture your arms to introduce them.

"Her ex," they both say at the same time. You glance between them, trying to figure out how to get yourself out of this situation.

"I-" "We're working things out." They interrupt you in sync.

"Huh?" You call out, walking past them. "Yeah, we're coming down now." You respond to nobody. Anything to get out of that stuffy room.

You take a seat at the end of the table, and your mom sits directly across from you while Doyoung and Jaehyun sit across from each other at opposite ends of the table.

They're both eyeing each other but as long as they're not bickering you do nothing to stop it. Although the air is quite thick, and you want nothing more than to just vanish into thin air.

"So, Doyoung, how was your flight?" Your mom asks to break the tension.

Your ex pulls his attention away from the man across from him to say, "It was long."

"Oh you must be so tired." You coo, reaching out to caress his cheek and the skin of small eye bags.

"I'm fine now that I got to see you." He wraps his larger hand over yours.

"I guess we should prepare for our flight," Jaehyun speaks up. He's talking to you, but his eyes are trained to Doyoung.

"You're coming to L.A.?" Doyoung asks, digging his spoon through the food.

"Yeah, I'm moving down there for Y/n," Jaehyun states.

"It's about time." Doyoung laughs mostly to himself.

"What was that?"

"It's about time," Doyoung repeats sternly.

"what's that supposed to mean?" Jaehyun furrows his eyebrows and throws his spoon.

"Nothing, he doesn't mean anything by it. Can we please just sit here and enjoy dinner without the two of you going at each other's necks?" That's all it takes to shut them up. "Thank you." You mutter as you breathe and go back to eating the food your mom worked so hard to cook.

"Drive safe." You stop at the door, and Jaehyun stops shortly after you do.

He turns around to ask, "You're not coming?"

You shake your head, "I don't wanna leave him alone."

Jaehyun purses his lips together, he couldn't lie, your answer disappointed him. But he didn't press, "Okay, I'll call you." He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Jaehyun," you murmur faintly. Watching as he turns to walk to his car. When he pulls off the driveway, you head into the house. Closing and locking the door before you trail upstairs to your bedroom.

You take a deep breath and push your hair back, thinking about how long and eventful your day has been.

Doyoung's seated on the edge of your bed, patiently waiting for you to get back when you walk into your room. Giving him a half smile as you make your way to your bed to sit next to him.

Although Doyoung just tugs on your wrist to pull you right into his lap. You don't fight it, his lap was warm and familiar. The perfect way to end your stressful day.

"How do you feel, Angel?" He asks above your head, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Tired." You answer, breathing in the scent of him. The scent of home. You were crazy to ever think that you could live without him. Without this.

"I love you," Doyoung says in the crook of your neck. He starts to leave a trail of kisses from your neck and across your shoulder. His arms are still wrapped right around you. You couldn't leave even if you wanted to.

But both of you know that's not what you want.

"I love you." He shifts to your other shoulder, "So much." You can only moan his name. His touch leaves you speechless as he reaches to pull your shirt over your head.

"You're mine, right?" He whispers against the shell of your ear.

"All yours, Doie." You spur when his hands tread into your underwear.

"I know Angel." His open-mouth kisses subtly turn into soft bites that have you squirming against him. "I'm gonna make sure he knows that. Okay?"

"Yes, Doyoung." you cry.

"You gotta keep it down." He coos. "Can you do that for me, Angel?"

You simply nod and that brings a smile to your ex's face. Warranting him to lay a kiss on the back of your neck while his fingers continue working.

Jaehyun's name is flashing across your screen, but you're too busy to notice anyone calling.

"Goodmorning!" Your best friend chirps the second you answer your phone. "Oh- someone had a wild night." She giggles, referring to the love bruises you have planted on your neck.

"You just wait till I get back." You hiss into the speaker of your phone. Be careful not to wake your boyfriend up.

"You're gonna thank me? Kiss me and hold me and tell me I'm the bestest best friend in the whole wide world?" Joy smiles fondly into the camera.

"You have no idea." You poke your tongue through your cheek. Although you weren't mad at her, you couldn't be even if you wanted to. And you really wanted to.

"Oh please, girl. I saved you, and you know it." She smirks knowingly.

"You might have, but I'm still mad at you." You glare into the camera.

"And you're still really bad at lying. I'll see you when you get here." She grins, ending the call with "I love you. I knew you'd do the right thing."

Just as soon as she hangs up you're getting a text message from Jaehyun.

Jaehyun: I'm outside.

You rush to your window to see that, sure enough, he's standing right next to his parked car. You glance one more time at the man in your bed and remember the marks you have as evidence of last night's events.

"You're early." You say, when you open the door. One hand hanging from the back of your neck.

"You didn't answer my call last night, I couldn't sleep," Jaehyun explains, looking down at you.

"I was so tired, I just fell asleep. I'm sorry." You gulp, knowing that he could see right through you. You tried your best to keep a straight face, but that was the problem. Jaehyun could tell you were hiding something by how still you were.

You don't blink, breathe, or say anything until Jaehyun mutters, "It's okay. Baby. I know how tired you can get."

The nickname causes you to grimace, and he quickly notices it. He noticed everything, the way you avoided eye contact, the way you held your hand over your neck. How clingy you were with him just a few days ago, but distant with him now.

He's lost you, and he knows it. He's just not ready to accept it yet.

"Do you maybe wanna go out and get a bite to eat?" He asks.

"Jaehyun," You trail off, "I'm going back to L.A."

"I know, I've got everything packed. We-" "I'm going back with Doyoung." You blurt out nervously.

Jaehyun doesn't say anything, so you continue. "You knew this only temporary. I mean, you hate the city; this is your home, and I can't take you away from that." You continue rambling

"But I love you y/n, and I'm willing to make it work to be with you. I really, really don't wanna lose you. Again." He pleads, reaching for your hand.

"You'll find someone else. You'll find someone who loves you and makes you happy. Someone that won't ask you to leave everything behind." You subtly pull your hand away from him.

"What aren't you understanding? I don't want someone else. I was here first, and I think that should count for something." This time, when you don't say anything, he continues, "I thought you said you missed me? Just a few days ago, you asked me to come with you."

"That was a mistake." You finally look at him. "I was sad, and lonely and you were here. I was confused, and I wasn't thinking straight. I said a lot of things I didn't mean."

Each word that left your lips was a blow to his heart; all he could think was, "Mistake?"

"We both know it, Jaehyun. I loved you once, years ago. I don't feel the same way anymore."

He remains silent as he gets closer to you. Your breath gets stifled with each step he takes towards you. Without a word, he pulls your hand from your neck, revealing the bruises lined up along your skin. His stomach churns, seeing marks on you that aren't from him. His heart aches knowing that the person who left those marks is the person you're probably gonna end up with for the rest of your life.

"So you really do love him," Jaehyun utters.

"I do." You're certain this time. "I love him a lot."

"I guess that's all that matters then." Jaehyun's eyes dart from your neck up to your eyes. "I wish you the best of luck."

And with that you never saw him again. You never heard from him or about him. He just disappeared from your life, almost like he's never been there at all.

8 months later.

You prop your chin up on your palm as you review your emails. It's 3:45 a.m.; you should be sleeping. But sleep didn't come easy, and you always found that you were way more productive at night anyway.

You keep your eyes on the screen of your desktop when you hear Doyoung shuffle into the office. You can't see him, but you hear him pull a chair up beside you, and you can feel his gaze on you. After a few seconds, you go to remove the hair from your face, but Doyoung is faster as he pulls the strands behind your ear. Then, without a word, he goes back to watching you work.

"I can't focus if you're watching me," you say, finally, but your attention remains on the computer in front of you.

"I can't sleep if you're not next to me." He softly responds.

Finally, you divert your attention from the desktop to look at your boyfriend. "I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to sleep." you pout.

"It's okay, angel. Just keep working." He rubbed circles into your back while you continued answering the emails you couldn't finish the day before.

Not even five minutes pass, and you feel your eyelids grow heavy. "Fine, you win." You whine just loud enough for him to hear. "I'll come to bed."

You roll the chair around so your whole body is facing him. As soon as the words meet his ears, Doyoung grips the back of your thighs to carry you back to your shared bedroom. You wrap your thighs around his waist, with your arms around his neck.

"Would you like some tea, Angel?" he asks, and you can feel the vibrations through his chest when he does.

"no, thank you."

Doyoung smiles at your use of manners and carefully lays you down on the bed. Laying a kiss or two on your lips when you refuse to unwrap yourself from around him.

Taglist- @bluebeard67 @sofix-hc7 @jenmongiii

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lotsoflola · 11 months ago

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welcome to neo culture tech university

known for his playboys, homewreckers, druggies, partygoers and fuckgirls, the college has a reputation in a league of its own. home to the nct lions football team and some of the most famous fraternities and sororities in the country, only the strongest can survive neo tech...

STUDENT ONE - L. HAECHAN [ATTENDING]

never ever ever - series masterlist

summary: your and haechan's rivalry is well known across campus, but when your friend groups coincide and you're forced to spend time with him, you start thinking he's not too bad... genre: enemies to lovers warnings: smut, drug use, general college stuff, reader sleeps around a bit, reader smokes as well

STUDENT TWO - J. JAEHYUN [APPLIED]

always want what you can't have - series masterlist

summary: everyone wanted jaehyun, he was the most popular guy on campus, belonging to the infamous nct lions football team. but for some reason, the only girl he wanted, was the one who didn't want him back... genre: he fell first she fell harder, opposites attract warnings: smut, drug use, general college stuff, this one's quite angsty at times

STUDENT THREE - N. JAEMIN [APPLIED]

sugar spice and all things nice - series masterlist

summary: college was hard for you, making the move across the country to be at your dream campus left you very alone at the start of the semester. but a sweet boy in your photography class is always there to help you out, no matter what you need... genre: the sweetest form of love, so fluffy and sweet warnings: smut, fluff, general college stuff, drug use (neither reader or jaemin)

STUDENT FOUR - L. MARK [APPLIED]

kiss me before you go - series masterlist

summary: you and mark have been friends since you could walk, before that even. but after spending the summer apart, you both arrive at neo tech slightly changed, but that shouldn't affect how you feel about each other, right... genre: childhood friends to fwb to lovers warnings: smut, there's a lot of smut, general college stuff, drug use (reader and mark specifically smoke a lot)

STUDENT FIVE - K. DOYOUNG [APPLIED]

boyfriend for the week - series masterlist

summary: after constant nagging from your mother about your lack of a boyfriend you finally find someone to bring home, your study partner doyoung. but after spending a week like you're deeply in love, how easy is it to pretend everything is normal genre: fake dating to lovers warnings: smut, general college stuff, angst, reader has negative thoughts about body image and suffers with her mental health, this one's quite heavy

STUDENT SIX - L. TAEYONG [APPLIED]

my heart will always belong to you - series masterlist

summary: you and taeyong broke it off when you first moved to college, deciding you weren't able to commit to long distance, but when a football scholarship transfers taeyong to neo tech, will you be able to rekindle the dying embers of your relationship genre: exes to lovers, mentions of cheating, thoughts of cheating warnings: smut, angst, cheating (reader's bf kinda deserved it but still cheating), generall college stuff, drug use, reader smokes and vapes

STUDENT SEVEN - L. JENO [APPLIED]

suck my d*ck - series masterlist

summary: on a drunk night, you and jeno made a bet with some friends. sleep together until one of you falls in love, and the first one to do so loses one hundred dollars. but, you guys have been friends for so long, there's no way you'll fall in love... genre: bet (not to fall in love), humorous undertones warnings: smut, lotta smut, general college stuff, drug use

STUDENT EIGHT - Z. CHENLE [APPLIED]

actions speak louder than words - series masterlist

summary: your boyfriend can often struggle to show affection, and it's something you understand and can deal with. but when other men on campus start to think you're unhappy and try to steal you, chenle has some thoughts on how to 'improve' your relationship... genre: cold bf, jealous bf, kinda golden retriever gf warnings: smut, angst, fluff at times, general college stuff, drug use (chenle and reader never do drugs), lots of smut in this one

#series: neo culture tech university

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lovetaroandtaemin · 28 days ago

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Kinktober 2024

Day 31: Sex with a demon

Kim Dongyoung x Reader Word Count: 3,771 Genre: Fluffy smut with a hint of angst Rating: Explicit THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI! Summary: On a lonely Halloween, Y/N is messing around with a spellbook that she inherited from her grandmother. When she actually summons a demon, the chemistry between them is undeniable. As rules are broken, Y/N and Doyoung have a Halloween they'll never forget. Warnings: DOYOUNG IS A LITERAL DEMON, Y'ALL. THIS IS YOUR MONSTERFUCKING WARNING. Use of the title "sir," biting, hickies, oral (male and female recieving), unprotected sex, the tiniest bit of dumbification, creampie, praise kink, a tiny bit of arguing, brief mentions of death, religious themes. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! A/N: Alright y'all I know that this fic is probably corny as hell (pun intended), but I still had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you guys have enjoyed reading all of the fics I've written for Kinktober as much as I have enjoyed writing all of them. If you liked the stuff I've written this month, I hope you stick around to see what else I write now that Kinktober is over! Happy Halloween y'all, and be safe however you choose to celebrate.

Taglist: @unlikelysublimekryptonite

Fic is under the cut.

You should have known it would be a bad idea to open the book you found in your basement. It had been your grandmother’s, and she left it to you in her will. You had no idea what it was for when you received it, but you still held onto it for sentimental value. Now that you were looking at it, you realized that it was a spell book. Since your grandmother had an interest in the supernatural and was a practicing witch, you should have known that something weird would happen if you decided to mess around with the book.

It was Halloween when you got the sudden urge to do just that. You were alone in your apartment, uninterested in parties or costumes. The book’s cover said, “A Guide to the Magical,” and it honestly freaked you out a little bit, as interesting as it was. As you flipped through its pages, you grew increasingly unsettled. You found instructions for a variety of magic, from love potions to incantations that could change the color of your hair. What really caught your attention, however, was the section on summoning various entities.

When you got to the chapter on specifically summoning demons, you knew that it was a bad idea to actually try it. Your grandmother had spent most of your formative years warning you that messing with the demonic would only lead to trouble. However, you were bored and wanted to know what would happen if you actually tried. You’d never believed in your grandmother’s stories, so you were sure that nothing would happen. However, your grandmother’s warnings still played in your head.

When you were a kid, being warned not to do something never actually stopped you from doing what you wanted. As an adult, you were no different. So, when you stumbled on a page with a simple incantation to summon a lower demon, you let your curiosity get the better of you. You lit a candle like the page suggested, then found a comfortable spot in your living room and dramatically read the incantation as it was written. Was the dramatic reading overkill? Of course it was. Was it still fun? Absolutely.

You stopped laughing, however, when a figure appeared in the middle of your living room. He was tall, with dark hair and darker eyes, and he had the kind of energy that both drew you in and made you want to run away. He was also clearly frustrated with you, staring at you with an anger that you had never seen from another person before. However, the long, twisted horns and flame-red skin made it very obvious that whoever was standing in front of you was not like any person you’d previously met.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice saying, “What do you want?”

“I’m sorry, I had no clue that would actually work, I was just bored and-”

“Are you serious? You summoned a demon just because you were bored?”

“I didn’t know that reading some stupid book would actually summon a demon, Jesus!” The demon hissed when he heard the name, and you stifled a laugh.

“Oh, so you think this is just some big joke?”

“No, I just- “

“Just what? Wanted to do a summoning ritual to show your friends that you’re cool?”

“Look around. Do you see any friends?”

“Touche. Then why am I here? What do you want?”

“I was just reading from a book I inherited for fun. I didn’t think that I would actually summon a demon. I was missing my grandmother, and I wanted to read a bit from the book she left me” you said, mumbling the last part.

The demon softened when he heard your explanation. He was so used to being summoned for petty reasons, like revenge on an ex or a cheap scare at a party, your explanation touched him. You were clearly just trying to feel closer to someone that you’d lost and have a bit of fun at home by yourself. He took a deep breath, and said, “I’m Doyoung, what’s your name?”

“You can call me (N/N),” you replied, suddenly remembering your grandmother’s advice to never give your real name to a supernatural being.

“(N/N),” he whispered, testing the name. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Thank you.” There was a moment of silence before you added, “So, how do I send you back?”

“Back where?”

“Well, wherever I summoned you from. Hell?”

“Oh, there’s instructions for that at the bottom of the page. I could stay, though, if you want. You seem like you could use the company.”

“I’m sure you have much more important things to do.”

“Not really, I’m not exactly high and mighty as far as demons go.”

“Well, you seem pretty badass to me.”

“Thanks,” he said, hoping you couldn’t tell that your words affected him. Doyoung hated to admit it, but he already liked you. He knew that it was frowned upon for demons to fraternize with humans before they went to Hell, but when it came to you, he didn’t care.

You also hated to admit it, but you appreciated that Doyoung stayed and kept you company. You had missed your grandmother a lot, and you didn’t really have anyone in your life that you could talk to about it. Chatting with Doyoung about whatever came to mind while you gave him various human foods and drinks to try for the first time made you happier than you’d been in a long time.

His favorite thing that you offered to let him try was the wine you had been keeping in your cabinet for a special occasion. He would never tell another soul this, but he thought that human wine was better than what was widely available in Hell. You were careful, not letting him drink too much and not drinking too much yourself, but it did make both of you loosen up a little bit as you continued talking.

An hour or so passed, and you were flirting shamelessly with Doyoung. It started innocently; with a comment you made about how pretty his eyes are. He responded by telling you that everything about you was pretty. You smiled at his words, hoping that the effect he was having on you wasn’t obvious.

The flirting between you and Doyoung did not stay innocent as the night went on. Part of it was the effects of the wine, but a larger part of it was that Doyoung was incredibly attractive, even though you two weren’t the same species. He had a voice that should have belonged to an angel, and his eyes stared into your soul with every word you said to him. You wanted him, even though you knew it was a bad idea. Eventually, you decided to ask, “So, when it comes to down there, does it look the same for a demon?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like your dick. Does it look like a human’s?”

“I’m not really sure, I’ve never seen a human’s,” he said with a laugh, oblivious to what you were really asking.

“Can I find out?”

“What?”

“I want to find out.”

“Find out what?” You stared at him expectantly, hoping he would figure out the intent behind your words. Instead, he asked, “What? Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m asking if I can see your dick because I want to have sex with you.”

Doyoung’s eyes widened at your admission, though he wasn’t opposed to the idea. He knew that he would get in trouble for having relations with a human since he wasn’t an incubus, but he didn’t care. He wanted you, and he while he was surprised, he was also excited that you wanted him in the same way.

Once the initial shock wore off, he asked, “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, and he hesitantly brought his lips to yours. Once he felt you, however, all of the hesitation went away. His arms found their way to your waist, pulling you closer while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The way he held you against him made it easy to feel a familiar bulge in his pants, and you had to admit that it made you ever-so-slightly uneasy. He was much bigger than any man you’d previously been with, but to be fair, he was nothing like the men you’d previously been with.

One of Doyoung’s hands made its way to your ass and squeezed, and a small moan left your mouth. When he heard it, he pulled away and asked, “Having fun, baby?” with a mischievous smile on his face. You nodded in response, and he said, “If you’re not gonna use your words, I’m gonna stop. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

The use of the title surprised Doyoung, but he didn’t really mind it. He wouldn’t have minded anything that you called him in the moment, just because you were the one saying it. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the fact that he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing this, or maybe it was the fact that you were one of the most beautiful beings he’d ever seen. It could have even been a combination of all three, but being with you was more addicting than any drug he’d ever tried.

Doyoung was snapped out of his thoughts by your arms wrapping around his neck as you said, “Sir?”

“What is it, angel?” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, and you went quiet. Dissatisfied with your silence, he asked again, “What do you need?”

“Can we take this to my room?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I think we’ll be a lot more comfortable there.”

“Then lead the way, angel.”

You moved your arms from Doyoung’s neck just long enough to grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom. Once you were there, he pinned you to your bed and attached his lips to your neck. He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, loving the moans that left your mouth as he marked you. You could feel his teeth on you, and you knew that he was biting you hard enough to leave hickeys, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Doyoung pulled away from your neck just long enough to pull your shirt over your head and find that you weren’t wearing a bra. He looked up at you with what you could only describe as hunger, and you sheepishly explained that you weren’t exactly expecting company for the night. He laughed a little bit at your comment before giving your breasts the same treatment that he gave your neck, biting and kissing every bit of skin he could. When he was satisfied with the marks on your chest, he continued kissing his way down your torso until he was between your legs.

When Doyoung looked up at you from between your legs, you bit your lip and said, “Please?”

“Please what, angel?”

“Please touch me, sir.”

That was all Doyoung needed to hear to continue. He removed the rest of your clothes and carefully pushed your legs apart. He spent what felt like an eternity just kissing your inner thighs before moving to where you wanted him the most and gently sucking on your clit. The moans that left your mouth were straight up sinful, and he loved it. Hearing and seeing your reactions to the pleasure he was giving you made him wonder why it was so heavily frowned upon for humans and demons to have relations. How could something so beautiful be wrong?

When Doyoung continued to tease your clit, it only made you want him more. You tried to ask him for more, but you were already so lost in pleasure you could barely speak. He laughed at your fucked-out state, amused by the fact that it seemingly took so little for humans to become aroused. At the same time, however, he found himself just as turned on, and he desperately wanted to fuck you. It amazed Doyoung that as you found yourself lost in pleasure, he found himself lost in you.

Just when you felt like you couldn’t take anymore, Doyoung slowly inserted two of his long fingers into you while he continued to suck on your clit. He thrusted them in and out in a way that told you that he knew what he was doing, regardless of whether he’d had sex with a human before. You wanted to ask him how many other demons he’d been with, but you knew that no matter what number he said it would be disappointing. You mentally cursed yourself in that moment for feeling attracted to him, considering you couldn’t actually be together beyond tonight. You really wanted to blame it on the alcohol you’d had, but you didn’t have it in you to lie to yourself anymore.

Before you could think about it any longer, you felt a familiar knot in your stomach starting to tighten. With a whine, you asked, “Sir, I’m close. Can I please cum?”

“Give me one good reason as to why I should let you.”

“I’ve been good for you, haven’t I? I just wanna cum for you, sir. Please?”

Doyoung pretended to think for a moment before he said, “Go ahead, angel. Let go for me.”

As soon as you had his permission, you came undone around Doyoung’s fingers and tongue with a scream. He continued gently fucking you through your release until overstimulation took hold and your moans of pleasure became whimpers of pain. Only then did he move from between your legs and stand up, allowing you to catch your breath.

It must not have taken long for you to recover from your orgasm, because before Doyoung could even process what was happening, you stood up and dropped to your knees in front of him. He was shocked at your eagerness, to say the least. When you were settled on the floor, you looked up at him and asked, “Can I, sir?” Of course, he said yes. Who was he to deny you?

You made quick work of removing the pesky clothes that covered Doyoung’s bottom half. When you saw his cock though, you couldn’t help but stop and stare. He was bigger than anyone you’d previously been with, and for a moment you wondered if you would be able to take him when you inevitably went further than a blowjob. That was a worry for later on, though. For now, though, you carefully started to take him into your mouth.

Doyoung was amazed by how your mouth felt around him. You started out slowly, but once you got more comfortable, you moved faster. As you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, using your hands to stimulate what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, he could barely contain himself. In his mind, this was what Heaven felt like.

You found yourself enjoying yourself almost as much as Doyoung when you had his cock in your mouth. He had a voice that made the butterflies in your stomach worse with every groan and whine, and the way he gently thrusted into your mouth made your head spin. While you enjoyed getting him off with your mouth, all you could think about was how badly you wanted his cock in your pussy.

When you swirled your tongue around his tip, he moaned louder than you were expecting and said, “Fuck, angel. Do that again.” You happily did as you were told, loving the sounds that came from the demon’s mouth as you pleasured him.

It didn’t take much longer before Doyoung’s movements got sloppier as he warned you that he was close. With one more well-timed swirl of your tongue, you felt him still as he came in your mouth. When you were absolutely sure that he was done, you pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed. As he caught his breath, he couldn’t help but think that you looked incredibly sexy when you looked up at him after swallowing his cum.

The moment you stood up, Doyoung pulled you close and kissed you. You knew that it wasn’t smart, but you found yourself getting addicted to how his lips felt on yours. If the moans that slipped out of his mouth were any indication, he was feeling the same way. As he made out with you, you felt the same arousal from before building between your legs. When the feeling was too much to bear, you pulled away and said, “Please fuck me, sir. Want you inside me.”

“Are you sure you can take it, angel?”

“I’m sure. Just fuck me, please.”

Without any further hesitation, Doyoung pinned you to your bed and whispered, “You’re so cute when you beg, angel.”

After he found a comfortable position on top of you, Doyoung removed his shirt before he carefully aligned his tip with your entrance. You were so busy admiring his body, you almost didn’t notice when he pushed his cock into you. You did notice, however, wincing at the intrusion and holding onto him for dear life as you adjusted to how he felt inside of you. While the stretch of his cock inside of you was painful, you were also desperate for him to fuck you, so it was a welcome pain.

When you gave him the green light to start moving, he started slowly, despite how badly he wanted to pound you into the mattress. He still thought you felt incredible around him, however, despite the fact that he wasn’t fucking you as hard as he wanted to.

As you adjusted to his size, you found yourself loving the way Doyoung’s cock stretched you out. He gradually increased his pace, and you swore you could see stars. It wasn’t long before the only thing you could think about was his cock. Doyoung could see you losing yourself in pleasure, and he’d be lying if he said that seeing a human so fucked out all because of him wasn’t a huge boost to his ego.

“You’re taking me so well, angel. I know it hurt at first, but it feels good now, right?”

“Feels so fucking good, sir. Never want you to stop fucking me.”

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”

You adored the gentle praise that came from Doyoung’s lips as he pounded you into your mattress. You wanted to tell him in more detail how he felt inside of you, but you could barely form coherent thoughts. The only thing on your mind was him. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you would ever want to go back to having sex with the men that you met in your daily life after getting fucked by a demon.

Before you knew it, the knot in your stomach started to tighten again. Desperate for another release, you asked, “I’m close, sir. Can I please cum?”

“Not yet, angel. Just hold on a little bit longer for me.” You wanted to complain, but with the way Doyoung fucked you, you really didn’t want to give him a reason to stop. Besides, it wasn’t much longer before he said, “Fuck, I’m close, angel. Cum with me.”

Within seconds, you came undone around Doyoung’s cock. The way you squeezed around him was the last little push he needed, and he came inside of you with a loud groan. You wanted to be concerned, but you were honestly too overwhelmed by pleasure to care about the consequences at this point. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him as you came down from your high, and you felt like you were in a trance as he looked into your eyes and told you how good you were for him.

When he was absolutely certain that you were ok, Doyoung carefully pulled out of you and helped you to clean up and get dressed. Once you were both fully clothed again, you asked him if he could stay with you for just a little bit longer. He would have to leave soon, but he happily spared the little bit of time that he had left before he had to get back to his regular duties.

You and Doyoung cuddled in your bed for what felt like hours, but it was probably closer to a few minutes. While he held you close, the two of you talked about whatever little things came to mind. You wanted to ask him to stay with you forever, but you knew that he would have to go back to Hell at some point. Besides, with the way your life was going and the choices you’d made so far, you knew that you would probably see him there when you died.

When the time came for you to send Doyoung back to Hell, it was difficult to hold back the tears in your eyes. All you’d wanted was a friend that you could talk to about how much you’d missed your grandmother. Now that you finally had someone that you could talk to, and someone that gave you the best sex you’d ever had, he had to leave after just a few hours. Regardless, you knew he had to go home, so you started the spell to send him back.

As the last word left your lips, Doyoung kissed you one more time. You wanted to ask him how you could speak to him again before he disappeared for good, but when you finished the spell, you were alone in your apartment once again. For the rest of the night, you wondered what you could do to guarantee that a lonely Halloween wouldn’t be the last time that you saw him. In a moment of what you could only describe as desperation and carelessness, you decided the best place to look was your grandmother’s book.

When you found a page that explained in detail how to summon a specific demon, a sigh of relief left your body. You could see the demon that you had sort of grown to love whenever you wanted. Sure, it probably wasn’t wise to summon and have sex with a demon, but you didn’t think that it had turned out too badly. Regardless of what had happened and how you felt about it, however, it was sure to be a Halloween that you would remember for the rest of your life.

Thank you for reading! Kinktober was a really fun challenge for me. I've never done something like it before, and honestly I'm proud of myself for pulling it off. If you'd like to see what else I've posted this month, you can find my Kinktober masterlist here. If you'd like to read one of my non-Kinktober works, you can find my general masterlist here. If you'd like to see what I'm going to be working on now that Kinktober is over, you can find my upcoming works here. If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms!

Thank you again for reading. Happy Halloween, everyone!

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nunujjang · 28 days ago

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olá mundo!! aqui é o sonic, voltando pra tag em busca de plots 1x1 para jogar no discord! coloquei no source o link das minhas guidelines e trago aqui um resuminho de alguns muses e plots que queria jogar com eles e quem tiver interesse é só chamar ou dar um likezinho e eu chamo! se não gostar de nenhuma ideia em particular, mas ainda assim tiver interesse em jogar, pode dar like ainda assim e a gente pensa juntos em alguma coisa legal!

um adendo rápido: se a gente jogava antes e você quiser retomar, pode dar um toque! dei uma sumida mas prometo que não foi por mal.

park doyoung. 29 anos. professor de educação básica. incheon. gay.

gênero: slice of life; fluffy, romance, smut. fc: d.o, exo. criado apenas pela mãe, doyoung cresceu vendo a mulher se desdobrar para dar uma vida decente aos filhos. talvez por isso tenha internalizado que o verdadeiro valor de alguém está no trabalho, lema que leva até hoje. assim ficou até mais fácil lidar com suas questões de abandono e auto estima, né? era só cair de cabeça no trabalho e nos estudos que tudo ao seu redor parecia parar de existir. sugestão de plot: [cw: infidelidade.] muse é um escritor que obteve relativo sucesso com sua série de livros, mas ainda não conseguiu finalizar os dois últimos volumes. por sorte, sua esposa e mãe de seu filho é uma mulher consideravelmente mais velha e muito bem sucedida que consegue facilmente sustentar o estilo de vida do marido, que alega estar trabalhando no novo volume da saga, mas não escreveu uma palavra sequer nos últimos três meses. o cara sente a vida estagnada, sente que precisa de uma inspiração. e talvez, só talvez, ele tenha a encontrado no novo professor do seu filho...

[closed] kim seongmin. 28 anos. dono de uma galeria de arte. seoul. pan/ace.

gênero: slice of life; angst, romance, smut. fc: kim jiwoong, zb1. [cw: prostituição] quando a gente tá apaixonado, tende a fazer umas burradas, né? no caso de seongmin, depois de conhecer seu primeiro grande amor, foi se envolvendo cada vez mais, acreditando nas promessas de amor eterno. juntou o pouco dinheiro que tinha para seguir para a cidade grande e começar uma vida nova ao lado do seu amor, mas claro, foi passado pra trás na primeira oportunidade, se vendo sozinho num lugar totalmente diferente de onde cresceu. acabou, pelas circunstâncias, indo parar na prostituição, onde conseguiu fazer bastante dinheiro, mas fodeu com sua cabeça num nível inimaginável. hoje fora dessa vida, se envolver sexual ou romanticamente com alguém se tornou um verdadeiro desafio. sugestão de plot: muse "cinnamon roll", alguém que seja gentil com seongmin, respeite seu tempo e o ajude a retomar a confiança nas pessoas e sua auto estima.

[closed] park jinhyung. 27 anos. sem ocupação. uiwang, coréia do sul. bissexual.

gênero: slice of life; angst, romance, smut, violence. fc: dk, seventeen. jinhyung (que, na verdade, nem se chama jinhyung mesmo) era cria do campo, e como muitos que nascem na sua região quis ir morar na cidade grande assim que pôde, pra sair da mesmice do interior. no entanto, ao se envolver com as pessoas erradas, acabou se tornando testemunha num enorme caso criminoso envolvendo o tráfico de drogas ilícitas e armas, tendo que ser colocado no programa de proteção à testemunhas. se mudou para uiwang, adotou uma nova personalidade, e hoje tem que viver o mais discretamente possível para preservar a própria vida. sugestão de plot: muse é um artista que dá aulas gratuitas na biblioteca local, voltada para o público infantil. ele estranha, no entanto, no dia em que chega no local da aula e encontra um marmanjo de 27 anos ali, que curiosamente não era um dos pais acompanhando o filho.

kang jibeom/eros. idade desconhecida. bartender. seoul, coréia do sul. pansexual.

gênero: mitologia grega!au, romance, smut, crack, ship. no mundo moderno em que a maioria das pessoas não mais cultua o panteão dos deuses gregos, tais entidades tiveram que se adaptar. alguns preferem continuar em seus domínios, distantes dos mortais, com seus complexos de superioridade. outros, vivem em meio aos humanos, tomando formas corpóreas e mortais para viver algumas décadas, conhecendo novas culturas e fazendo dali seus "trabalhos divinos". um desses é eros, o estereótipo do himbo. hoje, trabalha em bares como forma de conectar as pessoas, encantando os drinks para dar aquela forcinha para casais de pombinhos. sugestão de plot: atualmente vivendo como jibeom, na coréia do sul, eros se vê encantado pela beleza exuberante de muse, um novo dançarino contratado para trabalhar no mesmo bar onde ele atua. um dia, no entanto, enquanto preparava os drinks encantados para os apaixonados da noite, muse, com seu jeitinho charmoso, interrompe para pedir um drink, fazendo com que eros, em meio ao nervosismo, entregue para ele um dos drinks encantados. desesperado e com receio de entregar o coração de seu crush nas mãos de outra pessoa, o deus decide beber a outra metade da poção, fazendo com que o jovem se encante por ele. recontagem do mito de eros e psiquê.

algumas ideias de plot para as quais posso criar algum muse:

muse A vem notado a presença de muse B em todo lugar. os dois não se conhecem, mas A sente como se estivesse sendo seguido. ele não sabe que B é um detetive particular contratado para ficar de olho nele.

muse C é um detetive particular e tem como uma de suas principais fontes o hacker muse D. um dia, no entanto, uma figura desconhecida bate na porta de C. desesperado, D explica que mexeu com as pessoas erradas e que agora teme pela própria vida.

além disso, também tô aberto a plotar couples com temática kinky, caso seja do interesse de alguém. no mais, só mandar mensagem ou adicionar no discord nunujjang!

#1x1 br #1x1 krp br #1x1 brasil #1x1 rp #krp br

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aris-c0rner · 2 years ago

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beautiful deception || preface.

𝐏 𝐑 𝐄 𝐅 𝐀 𝐂 𝐄 :

At a glance, the Tuesday that changed your life started out as nothing more than an ordinary early autumn morning. The leaves were painted gold while they held on dearly to the trees, the birds were beginning to cross overhead towards warmer climates, and there was only a faint chill in the breeze when it swept gently through the streets. Everything was calm, and everything was familiar. Even your walk along the outskirts of downtown Pyongston was the same as it always was; you passed by the same houses and complexes as you'd passed the morning before, the scenery a constant on your way to the local college.

The only thing that was different on that fateful Tuesday morning was the bullet that ripped through your shoulder in the middle of a run-down convenience store.

∞♛∞♛∞

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 :

❍ Mark Lee: black hair (think regular era) mysterious, quirky, intelligent and quick witted; favorite color is blue, likes fall, and has the dorkiest laugh. mark lee is the jack of all trades, ace member, third in command, & backup mission head.

❍ Song Y/N: welcome to your story! for fic purposes, you are a med student in the fictional town of pyongston, south korea, completing a degree to work in the big shot hospitals. you are considered as a goody two-shoes student, never seen without a book; you’re a quick thinker, with a very logical mind and high intelligence. your fatal flaw is your curiosity and inquisitive nature, which puts you in some pretty dangerous situations. you’ve not got many friends, you prefer to stick to yourself (this also for the purpose of plot, as having many friends would raise suspicion lol.) your strengths will be revealed later.

∞♛∞♛∞

𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 1 2 7 𝐆 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 :

❍Lee Taeyong: gang leader, main planning coordinator, main fighter ❍ Moon Taeil: tech, hacking and engineering, general support ❍ Dong Sicheng (WinWin): gunslinger, training head, combat fighter ❍ Nakamoto Yuta: combat fighter, communications lead, security detail ❍ Johnny Seo: missions leader, skilled weaponry, planning team head ❍ Lee Haechan: explosives & mechanics, auto, getaway driver ❍ Jung Jaehyun: media coverage, smoothtalking, negotiations master ❍ Kim Doyoung: covert operations, stealth missions transport, scouter — the rest of the characters will be introduced later. ∞♛∞♛∞

𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 :

❏Setting: fictional town of Pyongston, South Korea ❏Time: around present day, but i left out ages and all that because it’s been years since i started this and i just cannot keep up with them all. ❏Genre: fanfiction; found family, lots of action, angst, fluffy romance, slow burn ish, obviously this is a gang au, features all of nct (ot21, nct 2018); heaps of plot but i balanced it out with lots of cuteness so don't be intimidated ❏Pairing: y/n × mark lee; no love triangles bc love triangles suck booty!! ❏Other notes: all events in this book are a production of my imagination, so I apologize if there are any coincidental similarities to real life. please contact me if you believe this book to be copying other works. also, if you've come across a fic extremely similar to this on wattpad, then don't worry bc i wrote that one as well. i just switched it over to tumblr because of the target audience (also reader inserts are way more fun).

༄ read at your own discretion- there won't be any smut in this book, but there is some potentially mature stuff because nct is hot; also contains cussing, gang-related crime, violence, and minor bloodshed, as well as some graphic content that is flagged with markers throughout the fic. please don't interact if you aren't comfy with the material within! xoxo, ari™

#beautiful deception #mark lee fanfic #nct gang au #mark lee #nct au #nct fanfic #kpop fanfic

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muselin · 2 years ago

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NCT, Ateez, Enhypen and other fandom writers:

Please, please use tags correctly. It is becoming very frustrating and difficult to find what readers are searching for when you are using the tag system incorrectly.

Example: when searching today for the latest posts in the smut tag for NCT Jaehyun, e.g. "nct jaehyun smut", out of the latest 20-30 posts only about half of them are ACTUALLY about Jaehyun and are actually smut. I'm seeing fics in there about Taeyong, Yuta, Doyoung or Haechan that have nothing to do with Jaehyun at all, I'm seeing photo posts and GIF posts that have nothing to do with smut and are not even of Jaehyun, I'm seeing people's polls and other things that, again, have nothing to do with Jaehyun.

I'm only using Jaehyun as a random example. I'm seeing this sort of thing for many other NCT members, Ateez members and various other kpop fandoms.

This is not correct usage of tags. I know it's tempting to put as many different tags in your posts as you can because you hope it will bring you more interaction and more people will see it, but it is poor usage of tags. Believe me, as a writer I've been there. It does not make me more inclined to read your stuff, it only makes me think that you don't care about users' experience and it turns me off of whatever content you make.

And by the way, if you are a smut writer but you put tags such as "nct fics", "nct imagines" or "nct fluff" on your smut posts (again just using nct as a random example) it means that minors and other people are seeing your posts when they may not want to, when they are only looking for fluffy fics and imagines or when they've even blocked the "smut" tags. This is not on, tumblr community. This is not on. Be courteous and respectful, use tags correctly. Whoever is searching for the type of fic or content you are making will find it even if you only stick to the actually relevant tags.

#nct fics #ateez fics #enhypen fics #nct #ateez #enhypen #kpop fics #kpop

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apcomplexhq · 1 year ago

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✦ Nome do personagem: Park Yoonsung. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Doyoung - NCT. ✦ Data de nascimento: 01/02/1996. ✦ Idade: 27 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Criativo, corajoso, pontual. ✦ Defeitos: Mentiroso, hipócrita e oportunista. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows. ✦ Ocupação: Perito Criminal. ✦ Twitter: @AM96PY ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Ele é o que podemos chamar de vizinho estranho, apesar de falar com todo mundo, não sabe fazer amizades direito, o que torna ele um pouco distante ou até mesmo sendo visto como serio.

TW's na bio: Morte paterna e envolvimento com o crime

Biografia:

Park Yoonsung cresceu como filho de um policial renomado e famoso em Seul. Seu pai sempre foi conhecido por sua integridade e sua recusa em envolver-se em atividades ilegais, mesmo que isso significasse ir contra ordens superiores. A dedicação e a bondade de seu pai foi um grande exemplo para o homem que Yoonsung poderia se tornar, e ele sonhava em seguir os passos paternos e tornar-se um policial como ele.

No entanto, o destino reservava uma tragédia para a família Park. Num dia fatídico, Joonho foi encontrado morto em circunstâncias misteriosas. A morte de seu pai abalou profundamente Yoonsung, que se recusava a aceitar que o pai tivesse partido daquela forma. Enquanto o luto se instalava, uma sombra de dúvida começou a pairar sobre a morte de Joonho.

Movido pela necessidade de descobrir a verdade por trás do assassinato de seu pai, Yoonsung decidiu seguir os passos de Joonho, mas atuando na areia de Perícia Criminal. No entanto, à medida que ele mergulhava nesse mundo, descobria cada vez mais segredos obscuros e corrupção. Os altos escalões da polícia, que deveriam ser os defensores da justiça, estavam envolvidos em atividades criminosas, manipulando provas, subornando autoridades e encobrindo crimes.

Enquanto Yoonsung investigava a fundo as conexões que envolviam a morte de seu pai, ele percebeu que não poderia confiar em ninguém no sistema. Sua única esperança de encontrar justiça e vingar o pai estava em se infiltrar com as pessoas erradas. Arriscando sua própria integridade, Yoonsung começou a se envolver com gangues e criminosos, ganhando sua confiança e trabalhando como um intermediário habilidoso. À medida que ganhava reputação e subia na hierarquia criminosa, ele descobria informações valiosas que o aproximavam da verdade sobre o assassinato de seu pai.

No entanto, sua busca pela verdade não veio sem consequências. Yoonsung testemunhou e participou de cenas de violência, enfrentou inimigos poderosos e enfrentou situações em que sua própria vida estava em perigo. A escuridão que ele encontrou ao se envolver com o submundo do crime começou a corroer sua alma e hoje em dia Yoonsung luta para não se deixar cair nesse mundo e focar no seu objetivo: encontrar o assassino do pai.

A escolha pela Acropolis foi algo repentino, ele estava louco para sair das asas de sua mãe, que o protegia a ponto de sufocar, com medo de perder o filho assim como perdeu o marido. O garoto juntamente ao seu amigo ( ou nem tão amigo assim) se mudaram para Asphodel em busca de um novo futuro.

#aceitos #park yoonsung #doyoung #nct #asphodel #perito criminal

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neokollection · 6 years ago

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Mine To Play With ㅡ Doyoung (M)

A/N: Someone asked for a continuation of drying DY’s hair- So, I'm here doing it because I’m in a Doyoung mood and a horny mess ready to take it out on him :/

**MATURE**

Word Count: 2K ㅡ Genre: Domestic smut & fluff ㅡ Teaser: A lazy day with your man while your hormones are raging causes you to have horny temptations. Who better to take it out than your ever willing boyfriend?

no, im not oki

Your period certainly came with a plethora of side effects, a wild appetite, mood swings at ungodly hours, cramps and pains, and occasional horniness. Your victim, always your victim, endearing Doyoung, sat idle on your floor- He’d been playing Need For Speed on your phone to help you level up since you’d been whining about being stuck on a level. However, slumber had gotten the better of him... His head hung low your phone caressed by his familiar hands. His hands- They were beautiful, warm hued and smooth skin that you loved to touch, prominent knuckles and veins that snagged your attention, and slender delicate fingers that did ungodly things to you. You’d nearly been nodding off to sleep yourself, watching over his shoulder from your comfortable bed-

“Youngie,” you murmured, stretching your leg beneath the covers to nudge one of his broad shoulders.

His shoulders- They were so broad. A safe haven for only you to embrace and to protect you- Prominent and alluring, it was prime real-estate that was begging to be marked.

“Dongyoung,” you tried again, nudging him once more.

“It’s weird when you call me that,” he muttered, raising his head before shaking his tresses to get them out of his eyes.

“I miss you,” you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

You weren’t normally this needy or cutesy, but you couldn’t help it at the moment.

“What do you need?” he questioned, shifting slightly to set your phone upon your nightstand.

“You,” you half-joked.

He crawled onto your bed, resting atop your covers as you shifted beneath them, the homey sounds of sheets shifting causing him to smile to himself tiredly.

“Let’s take a nap,” he suggested, shifting to let his face fall to your pillow, draping an arm over you.

“I don’t want to sleep,” you hinted, wiggling closer.

He let out a muffled hum into your pillow to serve as an inquisition as to why- Reaching over, you massaged the nape of his neck gently, knowing it must have been sore from how he’d fall asleep.

“Because I want to spend time with you.”

“You are-”

“I want you to hold me,” you blurted, dragging out your words.

Knowing how childish you could get if your affectionate demands weren’t met, he slipped off the bed, throwing back the covers before sliding in, nudging you to scoot over with his body pressed to yours. His arms wound around you, his face tucking itself into your shoulder, his cheek resting upon the fabric of your sweaters as his doe-like eyes met your own for a moment before closing. Disrupting the peace, you turned from your back to your side to face him, peppering light kisses across the expanse of his face, to which he grinned before nuzzling into your chest as he whined for you to quit, his cheeks heating at how unusually affectionate and forward you were being. You arched your back slightly, pressing your chest against his face to savor the sensation.

“Doyoung...” you called gently.

He drew back slightly to glance upward.

“I’m really horny,” you admitted, turning sheepish.

He knew you were on your period- He was able to read the boisterous signs. Plus, you’d been using it as an excuse, as to why you couldn’t leave home, and as leverage, as to why your ice cream choice was more valuable than his due to your menstruation.

“What’s there to do?” he questioned partly to himself.

You let a hand sneak beneath the front of his black shirt, letting it raise along with your tempted hand.

“I want to do stuff-”

He let out a small hiss, swatting at your hand as you pinched his nipple. Not in the mood to be teased, he herded your hand to your other, collecting your lithe wrists in his single hand, to keep them docile.

“You have to be more specific than that.”

“Let me take care of you,” you tried, mustering a pleading expression.

Wordlessly, he released you, instead, his hands moving in haste to push your sweater upward, frowning at the sight of your bra before he was tugging it down, the straps biting into the skin of your shoulders. Your voice was caught in your throat as he leant in, pulling you closer by the small of your bra that his fingers had hooked in. He was already peppering kissed over the warm skin, his lips growing wetter with each pass. You let out a breathy sigh of his name, weaving your fingers into his black hair to pull him closer. His hot tongue glided across your nipple, causing you to screw your eyes shut to keep quiet as his teeth grazed it next.

“No, no-” you muttered, pulling at the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

As much as you loved the effect he had on you, you wanted to be the one inflicting pleasure- To touch his body and make him writhe. Your own personal pornographic content starring your dream boy.

Easily, he let you push him away, content with resting on his back as he watched you pull your sweater down. His eyes were half-lidded with lust and drowsiness, the small unconscious pout on his lips alluring your own. Letting your mischievous hand sneak under the hem of his shirt once more, you lazily kissed, swallowing his muffled sound as the pad of your finger traced around his pink areola, your palm melding to the curvatures of his chest. He could feel a blush creeping on to his cheeks, he hadn’t known you were so fascinated with his chest- The unfamiliar sensation of attention on his sensitive nipples causing him to writhe gently in the sheets. Your hand abandoned his chest, going to the front of his sweats to palm him as your lips trailed to his neck, suckling upon the side of his neck, causing him to jerk at the ticklish sensation.

“Ah- You’re so...” he paused, trying to find the right word, “horny-”

“You made me like this,” you blamed in a low utter.

You hand slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats, fingers crawling towards his length, before his hand met your own.

“Slow down- There’s no rush,” he huffed, cheeks flushed.

You wiggled your hand from under his grasp, suckling upon the delicate skin of his neck causing him to hum lowly. He gave up trying to slow you once you crawled on top of him, his head lolling to the side as you pushed his flimsy t-shirt to rest at his collars. You kept a watchful gaze over him as your lips fell to his chest, your body pressing to his own. It was easy to pull him out of his boxers and past the waistband of his sweats, tucking it beneath his taut sack as your stroked his length. Squeezing his scrotum, you watched how his brows knit together, lips parting slightly. You tore your eyes away from his features to let your teeth dig into the supple flesh of his chest, littering love bites in your wake. His skin was warm, with a salty twinge, a familiar scent- his scent. Your tongue laved across one of his nipples as you squeezed the base of his shaft, his body jolting at the sensation.

You sat back, straddling him just below where his cock lay. Your greedy gaze swept over his chest, pink marks littered, but none angry enough to leave a bruise. Your hand moved to the tip of his length, its weight comfortable in your hand as you used your thumb to swipe the precum from his tip. Doyoung let out a sigh of satisfaction, let his head fall back before nodding forward, petal pink lips parted and hair disheveled as he watched your other fingers slip between your lips.

“I want you,” he muttered, knowing he couldn’t- At least in your current condition.

You removed your glistening fingers from your mouth before licking your palm. He let out a slight whine at the lewd sight, feeling his cheeks once more ignite and his cock twitch. Using your slicked hand to caress his length, you began to tug him, forming a comfortable pace at which to pump your boyfriend’s shaft. His hips began to flex, eager for more, his chest rising and falling in unison. You angled him towards himself, flat against his toned stomach. You worked him, your slickened hand sliding from veiny shaft to rosy tip. His moans and pants were godsend to your eager ears, unable to keep quiet. He came on himself, his abdomen crunching as he lurched forward slightly, calling your name before falling limply back to the sheets.

Beneath you he lay motionless, only his chest rising and falling. You massaged his shrinking length in your palm, drinking in the sight of him. Worn out, he pushed your hands away, bucking you from his thighs. A small yelp escaped you as nearly tumbled off the side of the bed, grabbing his boney hips to stay seated. Impatiently, he tore his shirt the rest of the way off, sweat having formed along his hairline and neck. His eyes fluttered open to meet your own once he finally felt your weight crawling from him. He tugged his sweats back up to cover his decency before getting off the bed with a creak, careful to not let the cum on his stomach drip. Giddily, you followed him to the bathroom, turning on the tap to wash your hands of him. He was unusually quiet, turning to turn the knobs of the shower. You watched his back flex in the reflection of the mirror, suddenly wanting to embrace him and plant soft kisses along his warm back-

He showered, turning the water cold to cool his scorching body and regain his breath. He took longer than was necessary, his movements slow with fatigue. Opting to tug on only his shirt and his boxers before returning to your room. The bed dipped dramatically as he dropped to it, snuggling close and lazily tugging the covers over the two of you- but you squirmed away from him.

“Your hair’s wet,” you complained, the dampness uncomfortably cold on your warm skin.

With a sigh he got up, tossing the blankets away dramatically as he slinked into the bathroom. You heard some commotion before he was dropping back to the bed, reaching to unplug your phone charger and plug in your... hair dryer.

“Do it for me,” he bargained, glancing over his shoulder from where he sat on the edge of your bed.

With a small sound you sat up to crawl towards him, sitting on your haunches behind him, as you picked up the dryer. You turned it on the lowest setting, raking your hands through his hair in the process. His head bobbed to and fro where your hands raked, his eyes drifting closed. You turned it up to a higher setting, watching as the fine black stands slithered through your fingers easily, no tangles. With your fingers you brushed his bangs down in the front and the sides before drying over them, combing your fingers through the fluffiness to tame it. He let out a low hiss, bringing his hand to cover his ear; evidently you held it over the same spot for too long. With an apologetic tone, you focused on his other side, turning off the noisy dryer once you felt he was sufficiently dry. Gently, you dropped the dryer to the floor, off the edge of the bed. Brushing Doyoung’s hand aside, you saw the angry red shell of his ear. Apologizing, you tucked his hair behind it before giving it a chaste kiss. You coaxed him to lay with you once more, holding the covers open invitingly as you wiggled your way in.

Exhaustion got the better of him as he snuggled into the valley of your breasts, your inviting warmth and soft hands brushing through his tresses lolling him into a peaceful slumber.

#yep that's it- that's the post #I turned soft #doyoung #nct #nct scenario #nct smut #nct fluff #domestic nct #doyoung scenario #doyoung smut #doyoung imagine #nct imagine #doyoung fluffy smut #nct fluffy smut

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ssin-ent · 5 years ago

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[10:47]

warning:doyoung x fem reader,smutshower sex

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You were in the shower,steam coating the bathroom walls,and your bodies.Your back pressed flush on Doyoung's toned chest,breathing heavily as your head rests on his shoulder.

He gives kisses all over your neck,soothing you down as he moves the shower head closer and closer to your center.At the feeling of the pressure of the water slightly tingling you,you jerked away, the intense pleasure hitting your body felt like a shock though you ,the sudden feeling was too much for you for a second

"it's okay baby" he whispers calmy in your ear before kissing just below your jaw and inching the water closer to your clit again.

You whimpered at the action,immediatly moaning.

"a-aah,D-doyoung,feel-s g..good"

Those new sensations were overwhelming you,it was Doyoung's idea,you were hesitant at first,unsure of what if would feel like,but there you are : bucking your hips ,craving for more despite the sensitivity.

Doyoung increased the intensity of the water and moved the shower head in little circles over clit,touching all the right spots.

"you like that baby?are you going to cum for me?he spoke,voice low and eyes barely open,his hair sticked to his forehead

If you could see him,you wouldn't need much more to come.

"I-nn-Yes,but d,I don't want to cum yet...want this to last longer"

You managed to say,breath unsteady,moving your shaky hand to grip at his shoulder with your eyes still squeezed shut.

"ho baby,don't worry,it will last as long as you want,I'm far from done with you."

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I'm back after a little while!^^I'm coming home from today so I think I'll open requests again on monday

so to make up my abscence here's a short scenario that I wrote last night^^

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slightlymore · 3 years ago

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if I lose my mind

dream sorter haechan x dreamer fem reader

genre: fantasy/tim burton-esque??, romance, smut, angst!!, fluffy moments

warnings: nightmare content (tame), strong language, explicit sexual content [oral f, fingering, mutual masturbation, spit, cum play, dirty talk, manhandling, overstimulation, biting, hickey m]

other characters: taeyong and doyoung as yn’s friends; mark, chenle and taeil as haechan’s friends, jisung

words: 14.5k

you’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him.

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Third time's a charm, they say, and the third time you had the same eerie dream of the same hotel lobby, even your careless ass had to ask yourself what the hell was going on.

You’ve never thought much of your dreams - just a bunch of scenarios your brain was trying to get rid of information through.

But lately, eyes still full of sleep after waking up in a cold sweat, you'd wonder what the hell you've been watching for your brain to create the same scenario again and again during the night.

"And it's all purple," you recounted, telling your friend Taeyong the story of your recurring dream for the third time that week. "A hotel lobby and this little music in the background. It's not scary at all but it's weird. I've been dreaming of the same scene so many times in a row now."

"Yeah," he hummed as if seriously concerned. "Maybe it's class and the workload. It's been a bit stressful lately."

You were walking towards the university building not actually seeing where you put your feet. "Well, it's not like we're learning anything about hotels and purple," you replied then chuckled to yourself.

"Maybe you're falling asleep listening to specific music which translates into elevator tunes in your brain."

You sighed. "Maybe I should stop drinking Red Bulls."

"Anyway, the dreams will eventually stop," Taeyong assured you.

You nodded, starting to feel a bit uneasy at Taeyong’s serious replies. You wanted him to perhaps laugh at your weird dreams with you. That way they would have become stupid laughing matter. Yet, Taeyong just made you more nervous.

And, no matter how much he could assure you that the dreams will eventually stop, when you went to sleep that night you found yourself opening your eyes to that same damned hotel lobby.

Same shit as every night. You scratched your eyebrow then huffed. Then you crossed your arms.

Was it normal to be mad inside your dreams? Because you were mad.

Wait, were you lucid dreaming? Because you were pretty aware that it was a dream.

Your eyes scanned the already familiar room and you counted what you could remember: purple floors, purple walls, pink counter, green wall? Your eyebrows furrowed and you took a step forward.

There was no green accent wall before.

"Oh, this wall was added today so I can pop up better against it," a voice suddenly vibrated into the air and you jumped in place, an embarrassing sound coming from your chest.

On your side was standing a man. He was looking at the wall as if analyzing it from your perspective.

Then he looked at you. His eyes were dark and amused.

You gulped.

He was wearing a bellboy uniform, all purple, and his hair was an uncertain mix of curly pink. His pouty lips stretched in a smile and he walked behind the baby pink counter.

"Like this," he explained, posing against the green wall, one hand on the hip as if to explain the eccentric colour choice of the place. It actually looked pretty well together, you found yourself thinking for a second.

Then you shook your head. It felt like being in that Grand Budapest Hotel movie but directed by both Tim Burton and Hayao Miyazaki at the same time.

"What the actual fuck is going on?" you asked when you found your voice.

The man straightened his back while clearing his throat and he put his gloved hands on the counter in a proper pose. "Good night. This is the Dreaming Lobby. Where do you want to go this time?" he recited.

You blinked at him then looked around as if a filming crew could come out any time soon to yell "hidden camera prank".

But it was impossible.

Because you were dreaming. Dreams were allowed to be weird, right?

"Who greets with good night?" you walked over trying to read the cards on the counter but they were all gibberish.

You felt like a Sim. It was weird the man wasn’t talking in Simlish.

Maybe he was.

"This is a dream. Right?" you added.

The man's customer service smile didn't leave his face. "It's night so I wish you a good night,” he explained.

He didn't comment on the possibility of you being in a dream or not.

"Well, that's what you say at the end of things. When you leave or when you put someone to sleep," you tried to reason with him.

"At the end, when you leave, I say good morning."

You closed your eyes for a moment as if your head hurt. "What's this place?"

"The Dreaming Lobby."

"Who are you?"

The man hesitated for a second as if not expecting that question. "The Dream Sorter?"

His voice sounded unsure. You’d think dream people were confident in their weirdness.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly trying to oxygenate your brain. "So you sort dreams?"

The man shook his head. "I sort you into dreams."

"So it's your fault I've been having this dream for the fourth time now?"

The bell boy's eyebrows furrowed and his customer service face disappeared.

"What do you mean?" His real voice was so different from the polite tune he put on that you shivered.

You crossed your arms on your chest. "I keep dreaming of this purple lobby and this shit ass music in the background."

"You dream," the man gulped silently, "me too?"

You eyed his adam apple move for a moment then your gaze went back to his face. He looked calm and panicked at the same time.

"No. This is the first time seeing you," you replied, giving him a suspicious look.

The other nodded soon after as if relieved. "This must have been some error on my part. You're not supposed to remember this place when you wake up. You won't dream of this again. I apologize,” he recited quickly, back to his trilly tone.

"What do you mean remember? You're telling me every night I come to this place and I don't remember it when I wake up?"

The man made a face as if regretting talking too much. But then his expression relaxed just as quickly. "Precisely."

"You know me?"

The bell boy leaned on his elbows and put his face on his palms.

His eyes were calm and soft like a cat’s. You were expecting to hear purring any time soon.

"You always come in, look around with furrowed eyebrows and ask what this place is. Then you choose a door and you leave. Then again and again and again every night,” he explained. "You never ask me who I am, though," he mumbled to himself.

"What?" you asked, not having heard him properly over your thoughts making you dizzy while trying to understand that damned dream.

"No, it's okay. You'll forget about this anyway. Don't worry,” he waved one hand in front of his face. “I'll make sure you don't remember this place again. You'll only remember the dreams you actually have after you walk through those doors."

You looked at his polite face then at the doors he indicated. They were big golden doors, 3 on one side of the room and 3 on the other.

"Which door is the waking up one?"

The man pondered. "I don't know. You just need to choose and see where that takes you."

You gave him a last look, and with weak legs, you walked towards the closest one.

The handle was cold and you took in just how huge and expensive they looked. You expected the door to be very heavy so you almost tripped when you pulled. A silent scream erupted from you and you felt like going blind because of the light. It engulfed you all and you woke up gasping in your bed. Your chest was shaking with your heavy breath and when you passed one hand on your face and you felt sweat.

The man told you you'd forget that dream yet his perfect face was burned inside your eyelids.

_________

As soon as your back disappeared behind the golden door, Haechan exhaled deeply, feeling his knees wobbly as every time he'd see you.

But that was routine.

This time something else happened.

He passed one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating too fast for his liking. His brain was working just as fast trying to make sense of that exchange.

Recurring dreams? Of course. It was possible if your subconscious needed that. Dreams after all were realities each person created for themselves. Not even him could tell what one would find behind one of those doors: a nice dream or a nightmare.

But not once he'd heard of a Dreamer remembering the Lobby before.

There could be only one reason why a Dreamer would remember it. But Haechan didn’t want to think about it.

Lost in his thoughts he almost missed the ding of the elevator and your figure appearing again.

What the hell were you doing back in the same night?

Shit.

He put his best smile on.

"Good night. This is the Dreaming Lobby. Where do you want to go this time?"

He was used to faking it after all. That was the main training part. Act as if you see the Dreamer for the first time even if you've seen them every single night for years. He was a pro at it - being fake. Top of his class. He smugly accepted the trophy of being the best fake bitch.

Your eyes scanned him and the surroundings as usual.

Then your eyes locked and he could see the way you looked at him.

Not as if seeing him for the first time like usual.

"This can't fucking be," you whispered.

Haechan's guts felt like dropping.

"You said I'd stop remembering this," you walked the distance separating Haechan from you.

Your voice sounded mad but Haechan learned to sense fear underneath that.

He panicked, unsure if showing you how shocked he was as well or gaslighting you.

Why were you remembering the Lobby? No. Fuck the Lobby.

Why were you remembering him?

Then your eyes fell on his chest.

"Haechan?" you read the little shiny tag. The man's eyes widened and he was quick to cover it with his hand.

"How did you understand that?"

"You're asking me questions? I woke up in the middle of the night and I could remember everything and when I fell asleep again I ended up here again? And now I can read these too," you grabbed the pamphlets from the counter you couldn’t decipher before.

Feeling tired? Just sleep.

Falling teeth, falling down, or just falling: the guide.

Stop dreaming of going to school in underwear in 5 simple steps.

"Choose a door, please."

Haechan's voice became suddenly low and very grave.

You lifted your eyes from the papers to see his serious expression.

"What?"

"Choose a door and dream. You need to get out of here. Quick."

"Wait!" you tried to stop him but he was already walking around the counter and his hands were on your arms, urging you to walk towards a random golden door.

"Wait a second-," you mumbled.

He opened it and pushed you inside.

Haechan's hands were trembling when he grabbed the phone and a lazy voice picked up.

"What do you want?"

"Listen, I hate hearing from you but I need help."

The man on the other side of the line groaned and Haechan could almost see the way Chenle rolled his eyes. "What? My Dreamer is about to come. I’m busy."

"My Dreamer remembered the Lobby. Four times."

"Shit," the other's tone changed. "I'll put you through with the Boss."

Haechan bit his lower lip.

He didn't add that you were remembering him too.

__________

That morning you chose to not tell Taeyong everything about the crazy dreaming night you had. After that man, Haechan you remembered he was called, pushed you past a door, you had one of the worst nightmares of your life.

"I was driving in the middle of nowhere and it was night. Perhaps raining too. And in front of me suddenly a figure appeared and I yelled and hit the brakes but instead of crashing I looked to the passenger seat and the figure was there and I yelled again and woke up," you told Taeyong only the last dream.

"Fucking hell. You must indeed be very stressed. Maybe you were sleeping weirdly. If you're hot or if you had food close to when you go to bed it's common to have nightmares. If you sleep on your back too. You might even end up having sleep paralysis-"

"Okay, that's enough." You didn't want Taeyong to fuel your dreams even more with those scenarios. “How do you even know all of that stuff?”

"No lobby dream though? That's an improvement,” he ignored your question with a smile.

You remained quiet. For some reason, you felt weird to share such vivid dreams with him. It sounded too crazy.

Haechan said you would always end up there, in the Lobby, and he'd help you choose a door, or a dream. Meaning he allegedly saw you night after night while you used to forget everything in the morning. That up until now. Did something shift?

What dream could that be? Should you start seeing a therapist?

The day ran quickly as you tried to not think of dreaming. Or the way the sun kept sliding away underneath the horizon making you dread the moment you'd have to go to bed and sleep.

The thought of having another confusing encounter with the lobby man and a nightmare afterwards was terrifying.

Not that he looked bad or scary or anything. He was a rather pleasant-looking man, even handsome. Hell, he was a dreamy man, pun intended.

But the recurring dream was too confusing for you to enjoy any of its happenings. You had to understand what was going on first.

You thought you could skip one night of sleep that night for your own sanity, but as soon as you put your head on the pillow the tiredness got the best of you.

You opened your eyes to the sound of an elevator ding and its doors opening.

Usually, you’d already be in the Lobby. That night, though, you woke up in the elevator. The hue of purple and lime green came first through the doors sliding to the sides, before you actually saw that damned room.

"Good night. This is the-

"You can cut it," you stopped Haechan from finishing his usual line.

The man was at his usual spot behind the counter, his open lips frozen around the vowel. "Whatever you are doing, it's not working. I'm still remembering everything."

You walked towards him and eyed the pamphlets as if expecting something new to pop up but they were the same. Then you looked at his name tag - Haechan. Then you locked eyes with him. He closed his mouth. You furrowed your eyebrows analyzing his features. You had no idea if he had moles before or if that place birthed new details for you to notice every time.

"I had the most terrifying nightmare last night," your tone was accusatory.

"I am aware."

"You-," you stopped and took one step back. "What do you mean you are aware? Can you see my dreams?"

Haechan hesitated. "Yes? I am a Dream Sorter."

"You see in my brain when I sleep?" you were dumbfounded.

Then you became mortified just as quickly, your eyes losing focus as you realized: the list of wet dreams you've had before flashing before your eyes making you almost dizzy.

Haechan seemed to have understood what you were thinking about because he cleared his throat and looked elsewhere.

"I am sorry I shoved you into a dream like that last night. Please choose one door by yourself calmly this time."

"Oh no, I am not going into one of those."

Haechan blinked at you. "What?" He visibly didn’t expect you to say that.

You blinked back, lifting your chin as if daring him to push past one door again if he had the balls.

"I am staying here."

Haechan sighed as if to compose himself and he put on the little customer service smile you were growing to find annoying. "I am afraid you can't do that. You need to choose one door to have a dream or to wake up," he indicated both options with his palms like a scale.

"Or," you stepped back, turning around the room as if about to explore, "I can hang out with you here until I understand what the hell is going on."

"Y/N," he said, dropping the fake smile and walking around the counter to get to you.

Your name on his lips took you by surprise.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you," he cut it short. "Please, just go into dreams until I figure this out. It's dangerous for you to be here too long."

You looked him up and down.

"Are you- what are you anyway?"

He blinked, taken by surprise. "A man. I know I'm gorgeous and all but like-"

"No, I mean, are you real? A human?"

Haechan scoffed once. "Unbelievable. Is this what you want to know? Touch me and see for yourself."

You lifted one hand but hesitated. The man grabbed it and gently pushed your palm against his chest.

You gulped, eyes trained on the way your fingers could feel the fabric of his uniform and the heart beating underneath. His hand was warm and soft. A real human hand.

Then you slid it up on his chest until reachin his jaw, feeling the very short stubble growing, and then you poked his cheek with one finger.

Haechan closed the eye above the cheek you touched.

"Are you done?"

You touched his hair. It was very fluffy and a bit damaged.

"This is not your real colour."

"No shit Sherlock. Who comes out of the womb with faded pink hair?"

"So you're a real human. Like a human from my real world."

Haechan bit his lower lip. "Classified information."

"Classified information my ass. If you explain this place maybe I can understand what's going on and help you too. Given your reaction, I understand that me remembering this place is causing you serious issues."

"Listen. I appreciate your help. But I can deal with this on my own. Please just go inside a dream."

"You're coming with me or I'm not going."

Haechan's eyes rounded. "What? You’re such a-"

"You heard me. I'm not risking getting into a nightmare alone."

"I can't-,"

"Then I'll stay here. Forever. You’ll probably lose your job or whatever, right? Well, I don’t care."

"You're so fucking annoying," he shook his head and headed back to the counter to get something. It was a cellphone.

"Uhm rude? You're literally a hotel bellboy and I'm apparently your customer."

"I think we're past that formality at this point," he turned around and opened his palms. "Well? Where to?"

__________

You opened your eyes to a dark forest. It was cold and wet and you almost slipped as you took a step back. You hit a wall with your blades and you yelped turning around.

"Calm down. You almost broke my nose with that hard-ass head you got."

It wasn't a wall. It was Haechan.

You felt weak. Haechan was actually with you in your dream.

"It worked!" you yelled.

The man sighed at your excitement.

"This means it's all real. You're actually a Dream Sorter. The Lobby is real. I'm lucid dreaming. Am I lucid dreaming right now? Or am I shifting? Is this shifting? Am I moving realities when I dream?"

Haechan let you recite your anxious monologue for a moment, watching your face go through all sorts of emotions at the same time.

"If this is lucid dreaming it means I can just create the dream I want to?" you kept going.

He watched you close your eyes with hands clasped together under your chin as if praying and he scoffed.

“Are you trying to create something right now?”

When you opened your eyes and looked around nothing changed.

"It's more complicated than that. Let's go,” Haechan continued, seeing your disappointment.

You looked at his back as he started to walk the dirt path in the forest and you noticed he had different clothes - dark jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket instead of the obnoxious purple uniform.

"Where are we going?" you sprinted a bit to catch up with him.

"I don't know. This is your dream."

Then you noticed his hair, a dark cold brown, longer in the back as to create a short mullet.

"Why did you change appearance?"

Haechan passed one hand through his fringe as if he didn’t know he didn’t have pink hair anymore. "You did this."

"I did? No, I didn't."

"It's your dream, baby. You did this all. Maybe you like bikers and brunettes better."

The thought of your subconscious being open to Haechan made you anxious. And that baby just added to it.

“You also changed appearance,” he pointed out and you stopped in place. You were wearing a white thin sleeping gown like those creepy women in horror movies. You had no idea why that and not a cute outfit like Haechan.

"Wow, you're literally walking inside the deepest parts of me right now," you reflected, starting to walk again and looking around the forest.

"I'm honoured. There are many deep parts of you I'd like to be in but this one is also good."

You stopped in place. "Oh my God. You didn’t just say that."

Haechan chuckled at your expression and lifted his palms in front of himself. "Sorry. This is the personality you're giving me in your dream."

“That’s not true.”

“Unfortunately it is. I am whoever you want me to be right now.”

"You're fucking with me."

"Not yet."

You ignored his smirk. "You're lying. This is probably just you being you. I can't possibly give you-," you indicated his whole being, "-all of this." You felt your whole face on fire.

"Well, not consciously. You had so many dreams like this. Remember that dream of Taeyong wearing a choker and being on his knees begging-"

"Shut the fuck up! That dream never happened!"

Haechan laughed delightedly at your pointed finger.

"I was so disturbed by that, what the hell. He's my friend. I don't like him like that."

The bell boy - well, now a biker for the time being - didn't reply.

"Which means it's not me who creates dreams,” you continued your reflection. “They're just weird shit my brain creates randomly. Meaning you're not this way because I want to. It’s random. Case closed." You were satisfied with your brainstorm session.

"It's okay if you want to see my ass in tight pants. Don't excuse yourself."

"Stop with this attitude! Also, that would be a plothole. I'm not dreaming of you. You're a person with me in my dream. You have autonomy."

You finished the debate then looked around. The forest starting to look even darker than before. A chill travelled down your spine and you rubbed your arms as if to soothe yourself.

"What tells you I am a real person in your dream right now? Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination," Haechan’s voice lowered. "You're dreaming after all,” he added.

You tried to see his face but it was half-hidden in the darkness of the forest.

"Haechan, don't scare me."

He turned around and you could see his eyes. He smiled.

"You're safe with me. But still, be careful. Don’t trust people in your dreams.”

That sounded like a warning.

Then a trill made the forest shift. It sounded like a bird or something else you were sure you've heard before.

Haechan looked around peacefully as if he was used to that, and then his eyes found yours again.

"Time to wake up."

You furrowed your eyebrows and yelled as he suddenly pushed you but no sound came out of you.

You woke up in your bed, head spinning and throat dry to the sound of your alarm.

__________

Taeyong said you looked mad all day. And well, how could you not be after Haechan pushed you like that to wake you up? You were still feeling like falling although you were walking.

When you were dreaming everything seemed so real that you wouldn't even question if that was reality or not.

But when you were awake, walking around campus with your friends and having lunch under the shining sun, you kept calling yourself stupid for believing there was actually a place where a man was sorting you into dreams.

And that man being the closest to an ideal man you’ve ever encountered.

Of course, it had to be a dream.

“Do you reckon day dreams are different from night dreams?” you asked after gulping your food.

Taeyong and Doyoung were focusing on their own lunch. “Huh?” the second asked.

“She’s been having weird dreams lately so she’s very into the topic,” Taeyong explained with a chuckle.

“Oh, really? I don’t think there’s any difference between sleeping and dreaming during the day and doing that at night,” Doyoung commented.

“We don’t reach REM during a nap though, do we? That’s the moment we have the most vivid dreams,” Taeyong questioned, gaining an impressed look from the other. “What? I took some classes about it.”

You whipped your phone to Google. Do we reach REM during naps? you typed.

The results made your eyes widen. “We do it if it's longer than 90 minutes.”

“Great. What do you need all this info for, though?” Doyoung had a sip of water.

“I’m going to see if I dream the same things during the day outside of REM or not,” you mumbled quickly, standing and grabbing your stuff.

The two men watched you a bit concerned. “Where are you going? We have afternoon class.”

“I’m going to nap less than 90 minutes so I won't reach REM and hopefully I don’t dream at all or I dream something else for once,” you filled them in quickly leaving so fast to almost throw them away from their chairs. “It’s an experiment!”

You weren’t a big napper. Not because you didn’t want to but because you didn’t have the luxury of time as a college student. But that issue was bigger than anything. You had to understand what the hell those dreams meant before you could go insane.

You enjoyed doing research for class and you decided to consider that situation just something to research.

Does Haechan and the Lobby exist? If yes, how? If not, how, and why were you having the same lucid dreams again and again?

The spot you chose for your nap wasn’t ideal but an empty class felt safer than a full one. You sighed, placing your head on your arms and closing your eyes after setting your alarm for 30 minutes, wondering if you were going to dream anything or if you were about to waste your time.

But you didn’t have to wonder too long, because almost in the blink of an eye you inhaled deeply and the ding of the elevator entered your ears.

Your eyes were still closed and you tried to feel your body.

You felt very real.

You begged all entities to just give you something else, anything else, besides that fucking Lobby.

But when you opened your eyes slowly it was there.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

You stepped outside the elevator feeling your blood pressure go up. “Fuck,” you repeated. “This can’t be real.”

It was the same place as ever. The purple walls and the green accent one. The golden doors, the pink counter.

The only thing missing was Haechan.

You looked at the pamphlets. How was it possible for you to dream the same writings again and again?

Looking around and seeing no sign of the Bellboy you walked around the counter taking his place. You eyed an old-style phone and some empty journals. You opened the drawers to see some snacks and a pair of white gloves. You took one to try it on. It fit you a bit loosely on the tips of the fingers.

You sighed. Why wasn’t Haechan there? So it was a random dream afterwards? Or was he in the bathroom or something?

Then you looked behind you, trying to see if there were any other hidden doors when the phone rang and you jolted.

You stared at it for a few seconds as if it were a poisonous snake. Ringing phones in horror movies and dreams weren’t lovely.

But then you inhaled and got closer. It was a dream after all.

You could wake up anytime. Right?

You picked it up and brought it to your ear, waiting.

“Good afternoon, this is Mark from the Data sector. We’ve been notified that your Dreamer is dreaming right now. As it rarely happens during the day we were trying to check if you got notified of it too and had taken the position yet or not.”

You felt your blood flow out of your body.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” the voice, you understood was some man called Mark, spoke again.

You brought one hand to your mouth so as to not make any noise.

“Haechan?” he repeated.

You put down the phone with a clang and you ran towards the first golden door you could see. The whiteness engulfed you all and you gasped, waking up in the classroom, your hair messy and dry mouth at the sound of your alarm. With trembling fingers, you tried to turn it off but for some reason, you couldn’t touch the phone screen well.

Then you realized it was because you were wearing a white glove.

__________

"Rule number fucking 1! No falling in love! Are you perhaps dumb?"

Haechan stared at Taeil’s furrowed eyebrows and his index finger hitting the desk in front of him.

As a Boss, he didn’t look intimidating at all.

"Rules are meant to be broken,” Haechan replied simply just for the sake of it.

"Say that again and I am spanking you."

Haechan lifted one eyebrow and opened his mouth to invite Taeil to go on.

"Don't you dare,” was the reply.

Haechan nodded once and zipped the imaginary zipper on his lips.

Taeil scoffed. “You don’t want to be funny right now, I assure you.”

Haechan sighed. “I am not in love. That makes no sense. Something else must have happened.”

“If a Dreamer remembers the Lobby and the Dream Sorter it means the Dream Sorter created some sort of connection with the Dreamer.”

Haechan listened to Taeil recite that while mimicking the words with his own mouth. He had to learn that by heart in school until he got sick.

“Well, I didn’t,” Haechan replied.

Taeil was his friend and that gave Haechan enough guts to act the way he wanted to. Unfortunately, their friendship also meant Taeil was an expert on Haechan shenanigans.

Taeil crossed his arms on his chest and waited.

“Okay, okay, listen. I am as shocked as you are, alright?” Haechan sat down in front of Taeil’s desk. “I have no clue what’s going on. Suddenly she came in and she could remember the Lobby then after a few nights she could remember me too. But I didn’t do anything, I swear.”

Taeil didn’t comment.

“I am doing my best! I haven’t been giving her any information. We don’t talk much. She's entering dreams. All good. I have things under control.”

“I think we just need to give your another Dreamer-”

“No!”

“Aha!” Taeil got up with an accusatory smile. “Why not?”

Haechan’s cheeks bloomed with dust of red. He got up as well.

“If you don’t care about her, why do you care if you get another Dreamer or not?” Taeil went on.

“I will fix this,” Haechan replied while touching his buzzing inner jacket pocket. “I promise. Just give me some time. But don’t give me another Dreamer.”

Taeil scoffed incredulously, hands on the hips. “What’s wrong?” he asked after seeing Haechan reading his texts.

“She’s here in the middle of the afternoon,” he mumbled.

Taeil’s fringe got a new wave from the sheer velocity of Haechan running away.

_________

You had no idea who you could talk to about that whole issue. Even if you showed the glove to someone they’d still think you were slowly descending into madness.

And you were feeling like that indeed.

But you knew you had no damn glove on your hand before going to nap.

The afternoon classes were forgotten as you stormed home, your mind busy only with dreams. Google had no answers for your questions and the fact that the afternoon nap gave you even more questions than answers drove you insane.

But what could you do? It’s not like you could stop sleeping. You’d probably die.

Turning around in your chair you almost didn't notice the ding of the elevator.

You inhaled deeply.

"Hey," Haechan was near the entrance that night as if waiting for you. He looked worried.

"Hey," you stepped out, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over you too.

Did he notice you came in the afternoon? You felt as if you got caught doing something you shouldn’t have.

"Are you having a good day?" you tried to sound casual. "I mean, night."

You walked towards the counter as if bored, while your brain was busy trying to understand if it was a good idea to tell him that you woke up with a glove. You felt your throat dry.

Then you realized he wasn't real anyway so there was no reason to feel anxious.

When you turned around to speak, Haechan's hands were lifted in front of himself. One has a white glove. The other was bare.

"Right! About that," you indicated his fingers with a fake chuckle. "Yeah, I took it by mistake this afternoon.”

He blinked as if the confirmation of his doubts still shocked him.

"I have no idea how it happened but at this point, I'm probably just going insane," you chuckled again, with no amusement in your voice, looking a bit crazy indeed.

"Y/N," Haechan said softly, taking a step further, but without touching you.

You felt your cheeks getting warm with tears. You wiped them off fast as if they enraged you.

"I just- don't understand anything and no one would believe me and I'm so exhausted all the time because I feel like I don't sleep well and my brain is all mush and during the day all I do is think of this damn lobby and you and I think I’m about to get real hysterical-"

"Shh, it's okay," Haechan hesitated then patted your arm a bit.

"No, it's fucking not. And I don't want to go into one of those doors and walk into a forest and have you push me awake like that ever again!"

"It's a Friday," he said all of a sudden.

"What?" you wiped your tears again, a bit annoyed at the interruption but also surprised.

"You can sleep in. You have no alarms on the weekends,” he explained.

"And how do you know that?"

"I told you I know everything about you. Let's find a nice dream, come."

You stared at Haechan's fingers grabbing your hand. His touch felt so nice that you wanted to hold onto it tighter.

"What about the glove? How is that possible?"

You let go of his hand.

Haechan stopped.

"I also-," you gulped. "I picked up a call,” you confessed. “They were saying your Dreamer was dreaming and they were asking you whether you were notified. This is no damn dream. This has to be reality."

The man sighed and turned around at your piercing gaze. "I can't tell you anything about it, Y/N. I am sorry."

He looked genuinely sad and apologetic.

You felt new frustrating tears sting your eyes but you exhaled. “I just wish to forget this place.” Then you walked around him and got past a random golden door.

__________

The forest this time was windy and rainy. You looked down at your body, the thin pyjamas soaked although you came in just a moment ago.

"Fuck," you looked around for something.

Then you pinched yourself like they do in the movies.

Then you slapped your face.

"Shit!" you soothed the cheek.

That was a real slap. And unfortunately, you didn't wake up.

A far away howling sound made your skin crawl so you just started to walk, trying to understand how to wake up alone.

What kind of dream was that? Was it possible for you to not have one single peaceful dream? You really missed feeling refreshed in the morning.

The howling got closer and you picked up the pace, your nude feet splashing in the dirt. Then the howling became a growl right behind you and you screamed, running as fast as you could. And when you reached a bottomless pit and your feet slipped, you could only turn around as you started to fall, your throat silent but sore because of the scream you couldn't hear.

A tight hug engulfed your body as you fell.

"I'm here. I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe," the soft lullaby started to fill your ears and you felt your chest full.

You slowly opened your eyes then your fingers gained sensitivity. They felt a thin material on a soft surface.

A shirt.

Then you felt the surface.

A human back.

Then you made sense of Haechan's body on top of you, his arms caging your head and yours hugging his torso.

"You're okay," he kept saying, eyes searching for yours.

His hair was a warm brown and his skin looked even more glowy than usual. Then you noticed the shining sun in the sky behind him and the flowers you were lying down between.

"What?" you finally spoke.

"Everything is fine," his voice sounded soft.

"Where are we?"

Haechan sighed and rolled over. It looked like he fell with you while trying to grab you.

"This is-,” he hesitated, “-my dream," he finally said.

You sat up. "What?"

Haechan passed one hand in his hair. His white summer shirt was open on his chest and although he was lying on grass it kept looking pristine.

"This is my dream. I took you in my dream," he said again.

You felt your brain hurt. "This can't be your dream. I am the one dreaming. You're in my dream."

"We're both dreaming."

"You can't be dreaming! You're not real!" you were on your feet, hands thrown around as if about to yell.

Haechan stood up as well. You locked eyes. His were black like carbons.

"Right? You're not real," your voice was becoming a little whine.

He looked away while standing and dusting his black slacks.

"What is this place? How is this possible? You have to explain now, Haechan. This is not funny anymore. I haven’t heard of dreams like these before.”

“Can’t you just trust me on this? Dreams are not something to understand with your logical mind. Just let go. I know you want to understand but nothing good will come out of it. Just-” he interrupted himself, “-just dream, please.”

You wrapped your body with your arms and sighed, looking around.

You didn’t know what to add.

“You keep having the forest nightmare because you’re confused.”

“Of course I am confused. Wouldn’t you be?”

The place was silent but peaceful. The greenery was luscious and the flowers looked like infinite dots on those hills.

A soft breeze made Haechan’s fringe gently wave on his forehead.

You bit your lower lip after calming a bit. “You look like Howl. That’s one of my favourite movies.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down to eye his clothes as if he didn’t realize what he had on until that moment. Then he looked up to try and see his hair.

“Do you know who he is?” you asked.

“Yes, and this is still not my doing.”

“Well, you said this is your dream. This time it has to be you,” you shrugged and touched one flower to your side.

The place was so peaceful that your anger about the situation was diminishing. It wasn’t fair to take it on Haechan although he was keeping stuff away from you.

“I think it’s a mix of me and you.”

You looked back at him. “I did the place and you did the rest,” he added.

“Just tell me one thing. If you’re dreaming, it means you can wake up, right?”

Haechan bit his lower lip. “Maybe.”

You exhaled. “Okay. That’s the only thing I had to know. Won’t ask other questions.”

__________

Haechan couldn’t talk about that situation with anyone else. He caressed the only white glove that remained in the drawer with a mix of worry and excitement. Then he rested his hands on the counter and closed his eyes.

"Forgive me my weakness,” he mumbled to himself like a prayer. He had no idea who he was addressing to.

It was his fault. All of it. He was aware but couldn’t find the guilt in himself.

You were there, remembering him.

He has always dreamt of that, pun included.

But then he saw your expression that night and he wavered in his choice and delight.

And when you started to cry he felt sick. Of himself.

Would you forgive him if he told you it was all his fault you were in that situation?

“I just wish to forget this place,” you said and he felt his chest physically hurt.

He was the only one dying to see you night after night. After all, you didn’t know him and you were probably tired of seeing his face. He could tell that you were exhausted.

He let the heavy air out of his lungs and he was ready to grab the phone and ask to meet Taeil again. Perhaps having another Dreamer would be the right choice. He was holding onto you because of his selfish feelings, after all, causing your pain and confusion.

But then you screamed his name, his name out of all names that you could choose from.

His body has never moved faster.

“Haechan!” it was clear and loud, your arms extended towards him as your body fell into the dark pit.

He didn’t think twice.

Your body felt soft between his arms and he let that sensation as well as your scent guide the reality in its creation.

"I'm here. I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe.”

Your eyes opened and they looked so full of his image that he gulped.

No one looked at him like that before.

“You’re okay.”

"What?" you finally spoke.

Your hands palming his back made his skin shiver.

"Everything is fine,” he repeated.

"Where are we?"

He had to roll over before leaning down and just kissing you.

"This is my dream," he said.

Fuck. That wasn’t his dream. That was just his reality. He took you outside.

If anyone discovered that he was dead.

You sat up. "What?" You looked shocked.

"This is my dream. I took you in my dream," he said again, trying to not show the tremble in his voice.

"This can't be your dream. I am the one dreaming. You're in my dream."

"We're both dreaming right now."

"You can't be dreaming! You're not real!" you were on your feet, hands thrown around as if about to yell.

Haechan stood up as well. You locked eyes.

I am real. I am here and real. And madly in love with you.

"Right? You're not real," your voice was becoming a little whine.

Haechan had to look away.

"What is this place? How is this possible? You have to explain now, Haechan."

His brain was hurting. He wanted to yell as well. It was frustrating.

You wrapped your body with your arms and sighed, looking around. He wanted to hold you.

“You keep having the forest nightmare because you’re confused,” Haechan tried to give you the little information he could give.

“Of course I am confused. Wouldn’t you be?”

He was confused as well.

“Do you actually want to forget all of this? I can fix this. I can make you forget the Lobby and my existence. I can do that for you,” he was about to say but you talked before he could.

“You look like Howl. That’s one of my favourite movies”

Your expression was more peaceful and you were looking at his clothes. You’d always have that expression after a nightmare, he recounted although you couldn’t remember yourself: the face of someone scared but willing to show they’re tough through lightheartedness. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down to eye his clothes as if he didn’t realize what he had on until that moment. Then he looked up to try and see his hair.

“Do you know who he is?”

“Yes, and this is still not my doing.”

“Well, you said this is your dream. It has to be you this time,” you shrugged and touched one flower to your side.

“I think it’s a mix of me and you.”

Could that be possible? Haechan tried to remember all the manuals he had to memorize.

You looked back at him as if waiting for more information. “I did the place and you did the rest,” he added.

He couldn’t tell you that was his reality - that all dreams people had were just his normal world.

Your eyes grew heavy again and Haechan waited.

“Just tell me one thing. If you’re dreaming, it means you can wake up.”

The silent implication was almost physical between you two: meaning he was real, meaning he was a real person asleep somewhere and dreaming just like you.

He wasn’t.

Not the way you meant it anyway.

But he was real for himself. And you were the dream for him.

Haechan bit his lower lip. “Maybe.”

You exhaled. “Okay. That’s the only thing I had to know. Won’t ask other questions.”

Then you turned around and started to walk in the flower field.

Haechan hesitated for a second then followed you.

The white clouds were huge and fluffy above you and the breeze was perfect.

You turned around all of a sudden, hands behind your back.

“How do you know I am real?” you asked.

Haechan asked himself that question often. They were all assured that Dreamers were real beings, some sort of gods with the power of creation, but how can any of them prove it? Where did these people come from? Why did they need a Dream Sorter? Haechan had no idea.

“I don’t know,” Haechan simply replied.

He started to work as a Dream Sorter to try and figure out all the secrets of his world in the first place. He still hasn’t figured out anything.

You stopped walking. “Well, I know I am real. Although this place is not.”

“I know that much too.”

“How are you both a real person and a Dream Sorter? Who sorts your dreams then?”

Haechan chuckled once. “I guess you do.”

Your expression faltered and your body suddenly became more transparent. You exchanged a last look before you woke up, leaving Haechan alone in his flower field.

__________

You do. You do. You do.

Haechan's voice rang in your ear for a while after you woke up. You rested your forehead on your palm for a moment.

Nothing made sense.

Then you looked around your sunlit room.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel exhausted. That was actually a lovely dream and you could almost feel Haechans arms still around your waist.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly. Then you noticed the white glove on your nightstand.

You took it and for some reason, you brought it to your face. The fabric that used to touch his wrist had his scent. It engulfed you before just as the way he wrapped your body in his arms.

You could remember it clearly.

“Fuck,” you fell back on the bed, hitting the pillow with your head.

__________

Haechan slowly sat down at the table. On his right Chenle sat down as well and sighed, trying to place his food down the way he felt was the most optimal for consumption.

“Fucking hell. This dude has had only nightmares lately. I’ve almost died.” He was talking about his Dreamer, a boy that went by the name of Jisung. He was famous for forcing the weirdest realities upon the Dream Sorters and he had to change a bunch of them until Chenle said he could handle it.

Chenle bit on his apple before noticing Haechan’s empty expression. Other Dream Sorters started to gather as well, the gentle murmur filling the hall for breakfast.

“What’s wrong with you? Is your Dreamer still remembering the Lobby? I thought Taeil would force you to change them.”

Haechan tilted his head to the side without replying.

Chenle shrugged as if he had no force to deal with nostalgic people that day.

“Do you think Dreamers are real people?” Haechan asked after a moment.

“Who the hell cares? They’re making our world possible and if it’s not them doing that, who the hell cares anyway?”

“I do if I’m asking, you rude ass-”

“Listen, I’m not your friend or anything-” Chenle started and Haechan scoffed at the lie, “but if you’re falling in love with your Dreamer I suggest you change Dreamer or change job. I think that’s your issue.”

Chenle finished and Haechan’s smile died.

The following night Haechan was behind the counter in his purple uniform. He was postponing any real change to that situation.

Living the day.

Reality was that he was too scared to lose you so he delayed the parting moment as much as possible.

You gave him a little smile as you walked the distance. He smiled back a bit surprised at your good mood.

“Here as always. How are you doing tonight?” you asked.

Haechan let his eyes fall on the new pyjama set you were wearing. You gulped looking elsewhere. You had no idea why you felt the urge to buy a new one but for some reason, you wanted to look cute for once.

“I am doing good. How are you?”

“I was thinking-”

“As usual,” Haechan commented.

You ignored him. “-and I’ve decided I will just make the most out of this dreaming situation.”

Your chin was lifted and Haechan chuckled once at your fake confidence. “Sounds great.”

“Only if you first tell me what you mean with me sorting your dreams. I woke up before you could explain.”

Haechan sighed. He thought about that all day. “I was lying.”

Your face fell.

“No! I mean, I wasn’t really. But,” he sighed and walked around the counter.

It was already too late to keep any more secrets and he was so exhausted himself. It wasn’t in his nature to deny himself anything and he has been denying himself your touch for too long.

“I am a real person in my perspective. And for me, you are not a real person. Just like you must be a real person in your perspective and I am not.”

You blinked at him.

Haechan sighed again at your confused expression and crossed his arms on his chest, leaning against the counter as if thinking of other ways to explain that.

“In my world, you people are some sort of gods. You create our reality and we live in it. Dream Sorters are a bunch of people like me that are assigned to make sure things don’t go to shit. We destroy crazy nightmares so we don’t have to live in them and we keep the good ones, the fun ones. Let’s say I am working for the government from your perspective.”

You felt your eyebrows furrow. “Oh. I thought I was a bellgirl in some hotel as well pushing you past golden doors and I had no idea.”

Haechan chuckled once.

“There are many jobs in my world and I happen to do this. We learn how to work with you and we need to keep the secret of your dreams being just our world,” Haechan felt safe to add.

“Your world. Because we don’t share the same.”

“Not that I am aware of.”

“What other jobs does your world have?” you asked.

You were taking the situation better than he expected. This only if you weren’t just so shocked that the reality of events still had to hit you.

Haechan thought about it. “Creating colours.”

You laughed waiting for the eventual “I am fucking with you” line but Haechan looked serious.

“Creating colours? Really? What does that even mean?”

Haechan chuckled with you trying to understand your perspective. “Just, making colours.”

“Okay, this conversation is really dream-worthy but I will believe you even if it sounds insane,” you turned towards the doors with a sigh.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, seeing you pondering over the doors.

You hummed. “I want to have fun. Also,” you showed him your gloved hand. “I brought this back.”

Haechan looked at your fingers and at the way you gently slid the material off. He held onto that glove for a second then looked up at you.

You were extending your hand.

He hesitated then held onto it, slowly letting his fingers between yours.

“Is it okay if you come with me again? What is your boss saying?”

“He doesn’t have to know,” he whispered and you bit your lip.

Then you looked away and you walked towards a random room, dragging Haechan with you.

Then you opened it. It felt heavier that usual and when you finally pulled enough, you gasped, feeling your chest hit by something.

When you opened your eyes you realized it was the sheer volume of a bass hitting your body again and again, rhythmically.

The dark place was full of people, all dancing as a single wave under the strobing lights.

You felt your heels sting and you noticed you were wearing heels. Behind you, Haechan placed his hand on your waist to guide you in the crowd. Then you faced him when you found an empty spot.

He leaned towards your ear and you heard his “Nice dream. I’ll keep this one for ourselves.”

You smiled.

“I wonder how you made me look tonight,” he added.

He straightened his back for you to admire, and you took in the hair pushed back and the sharp jaw.

“I guess I’m very hot,” Haechan lifted one corner of his mouth at your dreamy expression. His eyelids were droopy and his collarbones were too much on display in the outfit you presumably subconsciously chose for him.

You cleared your throat and looked away.

Some people passed by you and Haechan pulled you towards himself, hands sliding even more on your body. “Careful,” he said, or yelled, in your ear again. You felt your breath shake and stop as you inhaled the cologne on his neck.

You were starting to get too used to it.

Your hands imitated his touch and you slid them upward his arms to reach his neck in an attempt to dance. The music was overwhelming but you couldn’t make sense of its rhythm, although the lyrics were loud and clear.

“I wonder, I wonder about the end, Closer, A little closer, I dream, I’m in my big dream, Closer, A little closer.”

You felt intoxicated and confused.

The lights, the music, his touch, his scent, the warmth of his skin. Drunk and dazy just like dreams could make you, you leaned in and placed a kiss on his throat, right on top of his moles.

Haechan’s fingers shifted on your back and you saw his eyelids flutter at the sensation from the corner of your eyes.

You liked that reaction, so you kissed his neck again, going up, reaching his jaw, moaning into his lips as he pressed his hand on your nape, pulling you closer.

The kiss felt messy and needy, and you bit his lower lip and he sucked on yours.

Your dress straps fell down your arm and he pressed one soft kiss to your nude shoulder. Then another one and another one, peppering soft wet kisses all over your chest. You let your head fall back, tangling your hands in his hair.

The music’s beat was as quick as your heart and when you looked Haechan in the eyes they seemed so dark and lustful that you gulped.

“Take me elsewhere,” you mouthed and he presumably understood, or maybe not because he just grabbed your chin to kiss you again, this time slower, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth.

And when you couldn’t breathe anymore and gasped, breaking that intoxicating kiss, you realized the music stopped, replaced by the sound of heavy rain hitting the glass.

You were in Haechan’s lap, tightly straddling his thighs, and he was staring at you, back flush against the headboard of a luscious bed. Then you made sense of his palms, gently moving up and down your hips.

“Where are we?”

“Elsewhere,” he simply replied.

The room was dark with the edges looking like an incomplete painting. On your left, half of the wall was just a tall window, separating you both from a huge storm.

“Elsewhere where?”

Haechan’s lips turned into a smile. “You want me to check the coordinates?”

Your eyes lightened up. “Really? You can?”

He scoffed and pulled you towards him. You grunted at the sudden kiss and he moved your hips to sit more comfortably.

You gulped, a single ‘oh’ escaping your lips like a whine as you felt yourself rub on his hard cock once.

“Yeah?” Haechan looked at you from under his eyelids.

“I’ve never had a wet dream like this before,” you mumbled, foreheads touching as you looked at each other’s lips, your breaths heavy.

“There’s always a first time.”

“Is it okay if I fuck my own Dream Sorter?”

“Do you care?”

“I care about you,” you exhaled and Haechan closed his eyes for a second as if savouring that line. “Is this going to cause you any problem?” you continued.

“You’re still as rational as ever. Just give in.”

“What if you’re one of those incubus demons and you’ve just been tricking me all of this time?”

Haechan smiled again at your fantasy. “Does it matter?”

“Well-,” you tried to keep reasoning but Haechan’s open lips went to your neck, slowly rubbing on your skin. They felt soft and his mouth was so warm that you wanted him to suck on it, biting you.

You couldn’t speak anymore.

No, you couldn’t even think.

So you just let your body do the talking, sliding your fingers into his hair and ruining the hairstyle your subconscious mind kindly gave him.

His palms were still on your hips, nudging at you ever so slightly until he fully slid his hands on your ass instead and cupped it, squeezing the flesh.

You whined as he made you rub against him for a second time, and he looked up at your face, enjoying your expression. Then his gaze fell on your chest flush against his. He adventured on it, helping himself with the tongue.

“Haechan-” your shaky voice caressed the top of his head.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to feel your body against mine,” he whispered, lips tracing your almost nude breasts.

You inhaled through your teeth at his deep husky voice and when you felt his warm palms on the underside of your boobs, helping himself reach your hard nipples, you bit your lower lip until almost drawing blood.

That dream was feeling too real to be a dream and the wet patch you were creating on Haechan’s jeans was definitely there.

You felt his tongue swirl around one nipple and you gazed down with difficulty, trying to see him through your eyelashes. You had no idea if the shiver that travelled down your spine was caused by his devilish smirk or the darkness of his eyes.

“Fuck, Haechan,” you grabbed his chin and directed his pretty face back towards your lips, knocking the air out of his lungs. His hum reverberated inside your mouth and his fingers danced on your back, drawing messy circles on your spine.

Then he grabbed your nape and pulled you back only to roll you off himself and push you into the mattress.

Your legs were quick to tighten around his hips as if you’d been used to doing that for a long time. But your thighs slid off as he lifted himself on the knees, giving you a breathtaking view of his quick hands sliding his shirt off by the collar.

You exhaled shakily, sliding your hands back into his now messy curls as he leaned back and kissed your jaw, following the line until reaching your throat. You extended your neck and he chuckled against your skin, his palms reaching the flesh of your thighs just like yours were caressing down his nude shoulders.

“Cute,” he whispered, his plump lips now travelling down to the swell of your breasts again.

He slipped away from your arms and you could only watch as he flicked your nipples with his tongue again, eyes deep and cutting under his lowered eyebrows to not miss any of your expressions. Your knees pushed on his ribs at the last kitty lick just when your whimpers started to become full-on loud moans. Haechan clicked his tongue and grabbed the underside of them, spreading your legs apart.

Your satin dress was gathered around your waist by now but Haechan didn’t bother to get rid of it.

He kissed your inner thigh instead, then the other, giving you a knowing smirk as he hooked his fingers under your panties and slid them slowly off your thighs.

You lifted your legs in the air to help him out, feeling your head dizzy and face on fire, and when you felt his delicate fingers on your calves and ankles, a little whimper escaped your chest that you concealed with a loose fist on your lips.

Haechan shook his head in disapproval.

“Hands off. I want to hear you,” he mumbled against the spots that made you shiver, lazily placing wet kisses on your legs, coming closer and closer until you lifted your hips and closed your eyes with a deep hum.

But then you opened them again at the sudden feeling of his hands on your wrists instead, harshly pressing them on the pillow above your head.

You bit your lower lip, wondering how you looked to him at that moment.

As if reading your mind, he leaned down to whisper, his fingers slowly sliding on your palms and intertwining them with yours. “You’re so fucking gorgeous right now, I might go insane.”

You gulped those words he slipped in your mouth with his tongue and curved your spine, urging him to do something more as you were going insane as well.

“Are you going to be a good girl and keep your hands off your face?”

“I can’t make any promises if you keep touching me like this,” you replied.

“I haven’t even started,” he murmured with an amused tone in his voice.

Oh, you were so wet.

Just so fucking wet.

And you felt even slicker as Haechan suddenly got back on his knees and spread you with his index and middle finger, spitting right on your sensitive clit. The saliva slowly descended to your hole and you shivered at the sensation. And when you felt those two fingers nudge at your entrance, feeling how hot and soft you were, Haechan grunted, sliding them in slowly and curling after one pump.

You whined loudly, hands grabbing at his shoulders while your head was thrown back. He kissed your inner thigh as his bicep flexed, fingerfucking you just the way you’d always wanted someone to do, and then he kissed your other thigh, while his thumb started to circle your clit.

“Oh, God,” your voice was shaky.

Your hips lifted and your legs trembled, his name escaping your throat.

Haechan grabbed those legs harshly, pressing on the underside of them and putting them on his shoulders, letting you curl your toes in the air at the way his tongue felt on you, licking one stripe up until flicking your clit once with the tip of his tongue. You felt electricity burn in your blood and you grabbed at the sheets underneath you uncontrollably. Haechan’s hums and the wet sounds made your head so dizzy that you felt high. His tongue felt flat between your folds then his lips sucked on your clit. Your hands flew to his soft hair, trying hard not to pull too much.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and the view of his wet pink tongue flicking you mercilessly while his eyes were lit up by the most mischievous sparkles was enough for you to go over the edge.

“Cumming- Haechan, cumming,” you mumbled and Haechan’s fingers tightened their hold on your thighs. They didn’t let go and his mouth didn’t stop when your body seized in his hold.

“Please please please,” you were begging.

If that was for urging him to stop or not, you weren’t sure yourself.

Haechan groaned deeply as if he came himself, and he licked up every drop of your wetness, feeling you pulsating rhythmically against his tongue.

You felt spent, your arms abandoned around your head and muscles still shivering.

“Stay with me,” you heard him closer than you expected, so you opened your eyes to his dreamy face on top of you, his dainty necklace that adorned his prominent collarbones now dangling on your own chest instead. “Don’t go so quickly,” he added.

You wrapped his neck with your arms and pulled him closer. “I am not going.”

Haechan exhaled and kissed your lips once, then he kissed your cheek and temple, and when he dipped his fingers inside of you again you dug your nails into his back for a moment, hissing with him in unison.

“The second one is the best,” he murmured into your ear, holding your body tight against him while his fingers lazily moved in and out of you.

And when he scissored you palmed his lower stomach, opening his jeans button, hungry to hear his pretty voice mixed with your own whimpers.

He didn’t disappoint and your skin shivered at the sound of his moan caressing the crook of your neck as you slid your palm under his pants.

Your name has never been pronounced with such desire and need before and it just added to the growing new heat inside your navel.

Haechan lifted himself on the knees again to be able to see you and when you slid your fist up and down his pretty hard cock you could see his furrowed eyebrows and his plump lower lip being bit.

“Fuck,” he grabbed your dress with one hand and pulled your body on the sheets closer to his hips, giving you a better reach while his fingers didn’t stop for a second.

You imitated him, your wrists bumping, and you kept chanting his name laced with curses, feeling how heavy he was in your hand until your muscles started to burn.

But you couldn’t stop, not when his voice became a higher whine and his thick neck looked so delicious extended for you to the side to see his crazy pulse.

“I’m close,” he grunted and you’ve never heard him huskier.

That just gave you the last crumb of force to make him cum on you with a shudder, his hot slick coating your fingers and sliding to your core.

Haechan’s hand stopped for a moment, his eyes adjusting from the high back to the view of you still spread for him.

The only sound in the dark room was the rain still mercilessly hitting the window and your breaths, both quick and heavy.

But then a moan disrupted the peace as he curled his fingers inside of you again, making you push your head back into the pillow.

Haechan cursed under his breath, pushing his cum inside of you. That felt so foreign to you yet so right that you just abandoned yourself to Haechan, shaky legs lifted as to beg for more, and palms frantically touching his chest and abs until you had to dig your nails into his skin again, body shuddering at the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

Haechan was right, the second time was even better, and you couldn’t see or hear for a moment until Haechan’s sweet voice murmured nothings inside your ear.

Your chest was still lifting and falling frantically when you felt your body wrapped in his arms, pulling you towards his own chest.

You rested your head on his arm and you let him gently kiss your abused lips.

“Are you okay?” he whispered and you nodded, probably with the most fucked up expression ever because he chuckled a bit.

Your body was feeling like putty and you just wanted him to keep holding you like that forever.

But after you dozed to sleep and woke up, you weren’t in his arms anymore and the dreamy room was nowhere to be seen.

The morning light looked too septic in your sensitive eyes, concealing every remnant of the dream from under your eyelids.

__________

“Shit, dude, are you finally seeing someone?”

Mark’s sudden voice made Haechan jolt in place. The young man sat down near him with his tray of food and looked at Haechan’s intact plates with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not eating?”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” Haechan replied, grabbing his water.

Mark chewed on his food for a moment then hit Haechan’s neck with two fingers. “Yeah, so you sucked on your own neck last night, huh?”

“Can’t believe you’re funny for once,” Haechan scoffed, palming his skin and getting out of his trance.

“Or, perhaps you need to change mattress? Them bugs huge if they can leave hickeys that big.”

“Are you in a good mood today?”

“I am and you should also be if you finally got your dick wet, yet you’re frowning like you got blue balls all night. That, unless you actually did and I’m sorry.”

“I think I did a mistake.”

Mark watched Haechan’s eyes gazing at nothing in particular over the dining hall’s huge windows.

“I mean, you often do. What’s the issue?”

Haechan shook his head. “No, this time it’s huge.”

“Like the hickey you got yourself?”

“I can’t believe I’m being the serious one for once and you the clown.”

Mark lifted his palms apologetically. “Okay, what’s the issue?”

“I fucked my dreamer.”

Mark’s eyes got huge and his face red as he choked on the piece of food he was chewing.

“Shit,” Haechan mumbled and got up to hit the other in the back.

Mark exhaled and grabbed his wrist to stop him. “That hit was personal.”

“Don’t die on me, dumbass.”

“Are you mad at me? You’re the one fucking dreamers!”

Haechan lightly slapped Mark’s mouth with his palm. “Yell that louder, would you? Let everyone know.”

Mark shook his head to free himself. “Listen, it’s not a big deal. Your dreamer doesn’t remember you.”

Haechan sighed and looked at his friend with a grave expression. Mark opened his mouth.

“God fucking damn it, Lee Haechan. Do I understand this correctly? Your issue’s that you fell in love with your fucking dreamer? Oh my God,” Mark closed his eyes for a second then got up in disbelief.

“Sit down,” Haechan pulled him by the cuff. “People are watching.”

“Do you know the most important rule?”

Haechan interrupted the other before he could get schooled. “Yes, thank you very much.”

Mark scoffed and sat back down heavily.

“So she remembers it all. What did you tell her?”

Haechan scratched the back of his neck. “Nothing much.”

“Haechan.”

“Okay okay. Just enough so she would not go insane.”

Mark let his head fall into his palm. “God, you’re so dumb.”

“What would you have done in my place?”

“Maybe not fall in love with a goddess?”

“She’s not a goddess. I mean she is. But like she’s not. You get me.”

“You got into something bigger than you. If they catch you, you’re dead.”

Haechan exhaled and leaned back in his chair.

“I know of someone. It’s more a legend than anything. He also fell in love with his dreamer and he got put out.”

“Thank you, Mark. I really want to hear about people in my situation getting killed now.”

“No, hear me out. They say he became one of the Dreamers.”

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

Mark looked around for a moment then his eyes fell on Haechan’s face again. They looked blacker than ever. “When we die, we become Dreamers. We go to their world.”

Haechan felt his mouth go dry. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

____________

The mix of bliss and sadness accompanied you all day.

If you closed your eyes you could still taste Haechan on your lips and feel his touch on your skin. The dream kept rolling in your mind again and again making your guts twist on themselves.

“Taeyong, I feel like I’m going insane,” you sputtered all of sudden, not having heard anything of what your friend has been saying for the past hours.

The young man closed his mouth surprised and blinked at you.

“Is it about your dreams again?”

You bit your lower lip as if ashamed and nodded.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

You inhaled as to speak but then your throat closed. How could you tell someone that you fell in love with someone you probably made up in your head and be taken seriously?

“I just keep having the same dream again and again. The Lobby one. I lied to you but I’ve dreamt the same thing all of this time.”

Taeyong’s expression was still serious and his big eyes gave you enough courage to add the crucial element.

“I keep dreaming this man and- it is all just so fucking real. I lost track of what’s real and what’s not and I am so afraid I’m going to actually lose my mind over someone that doesn’t exist.”

“Is he-” Taeyong started after listening, “-a Dream Sorter?”

__________

Mark closed the door to his apartment after making sure no one was following them and turned around to face a confused Haechan.

“Listen, I work so closely with the higher-ups. I see and hear shit in the Data sector that you Dream Sorters don’t even dream about.”

Haechan made a single unamused ‘ha’ at the pun. Mark ignored him and walked quickly to his studio, opening drawers as if looking for something.

“The life cycle is that they become us and we become them. We still have no clue which state is the initial one. This is still being researched.”

“Wait, wait, Mark,” Haechan had to close his eyes for a moment and rest his hands on the friend’s desk to collect himself. “Are you saying that we were them? I was a Dreamer?”

“Yes, and your lady has been a Dream Sorter or whatever,” Mark replied quickly and let a huge pile of paper hit his desk. Haechan coughed at the sudden dust, swinging his hand in front of his face.

“Me too, and everyone here,” Mark added.

“And everyone there.”

Mark found the file he was looking for and nodded. “Exactly.”

Haechan looked down at the other’s hand and eyed the slim file for a second before taking it and opening it. “Fuck,” he murmured after reading the first line.

__________

You felt your limbs weak. Then you chuckled once.

“Dream Sorter? How do you know about that?”

Taeyong inhaled and exhaled while looking at the students’ faces sitting on the grass around you.

“I was one,” he simply said.

You shook your head and slid backwards. “You’re joking. You’re fucking with me right now. This is not funny, Taeyong.”

Your friend’s eyes looked sincere though so you didn’t flinch when he took your hand in his.

“I would never joke about this. I was a Dream Sorter and I got-,” he paused as if trying to find the right word, “exiled.”

You put the other hand to your mouth as hot tears started to slide down your cheeks. You had no idea why you were crying, perhaps you were overwhelmed, or perhaps you were relieved.

Maybe, you were finally losing your mind and that was just another dream.

“How?” you asked with a broken voice.

__________

Haechan sat down on the only chair in the studio, reading the file for a second time, this time slowly.

“It was before we were born so we wouldn’t know. But yes, that dude was a Dream Sorter who fell in love with his Dreamer and got killed off. The thing is, when we die naturally, we become like them with no memories. Just normal people dreaming. When you get killed off or you kill yourself, you remember everything and you can’t dream anymore.”

Haechan listened to Mark’s summary of the file while his pupils moved across the lines saying the same thing as him.

“Also, in that case, you can’t come back here in the usual cycle when you die,” Mark added.

“And where do they go?”

Mark shrugged sadly. “We still have no idea. Perhaps their idea of hell.”

Haechan leaned down in his chair at a loss of words. “This is her friend. She knows him. I’ve seen him in her dreams before. What are the odds?”

He put down the file titled “Lee Taeyong”.

“I don’t know Haechan. What I’m telling you is that you better not get killed off like him,” Mark warned him and took back the file, locking it away with the others.

__________

“If your man gets caught, he’ll have my same destiny, Y/N. Not dreaming anymore and not going back to the dream world after death. I just wanted you to be aware of this. It is not worth it, I promise you.”

Taeyong ended his tale and you had to just blink back, taking in the huge amount of information. Your head felt like splitting in half.

“And what do you suggest doing?”

“Dying naturally.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “We might as well just swap at this point. He’ll be a Dreamer and I’ll be a Dream Sorter and we’ll forget about each other. Not seeing each other anymore. That’s not a solution to be together.”

“I wasn’t giving a solution for you to be together. It’s a survival solution.”

You groaned frustrated. Taeyong didn’t speak anymore.

“Where is your lover now?” you asked after a moment of whole long minutes.

Taeyong looked down at his lap and then he bit the corner of his lip. “She doesn’t remember me.”

You felt tears prickle your eye corners again.

“I am so sorry, Taeyong.”

“I thought I could have a chance by being around, make her fall in love with me from the start again, but nothing happened so far. I think it’s already too late.”

His kind smile was so full of sad acceptance that you felt your heart hurt. Then you thought of Haechan. Imagining him getting killed off for you just to be reborn and you not remembering him was making you nauseous.

“You’ll go insane if you keep this relationship with him in your dreams. And he might get killed off. You need to break all ties. Ask him to get you a new Dream Sorter. It’s the only solution, trust me.”

__________

Haechan was pacing around the Lobby nervously waiting for the ding of the elevator.

Mark was right, as soon as you would get another Dream Sorter you’d forget about him.

It was the right thing to do for both of you.

But he couldn’t accept it.

Lost in his thought he almost jolted feeling your arms around his waist. He exhaled and closed his eyes, bathing in that sensation as long as possible.

Then he turned around and gasped softly.

“Why are you crying?” he cupped your face as his thumbs delicately tried to wipe your abundant tears.

“Haechan-” your voice broke and you hugged him tightly, face buried deep into his purple Bellboy uniform.

The young man sighed, your daily memories invading his mind. His fingers delicately massaged your nape as his lips went to your temple. “So you know too. I am sorry,” he whispered and your body started to shake even more. “I didn’t know either.”

“No, I am sorry. It’s- I am privileged and you’re the one risking-” you tried to express your confusing thoughts.

“Maybe I’ll never get caught,” Haechan gave you a small smile but you didn’t smile back.

“I would never forgive myself if they-” you started again but couldn’t finish.

Killed you.

“I don’t care, Y/N. For me it would be enough to life one human life and be over with it if it means to be with you.”

You shook your head. “Listen to me.”

Haechan shook his head too. “No.”

You took a step back. “I want this to be over,” you lied. “Get me a new Dream Sorter. I can’t keep being with you only in my dreams. I’d rather forget you. And I can’t let you lose your soul for me.”

Those words cut in your heart so deeply that you fought the urge to fall to your knees and hug your own body.

Haechan inhaled and looked up to not make the tears escape his eyes. His tongue wandered inside his cheek for a second then he exhaled deeply.

“This is for the best,” you added with a tiny voice.

Haechan chuckled dryly. “It’s easy for you to say that. You’ll forget everything and I’ll be the one-,” he interrupted himself and turned around, pacing towards the counter and resting his palms on it.

You put your hand to your mouth, forcing yourself to not run to him and beg him to not make you forget.

But Taeyong’s words came to mind. There was no other option for happiness.

Haechan will eventually forget you himself. You didn’t spend much time together.

He’ll fall in love with someone else, you were sure of it.

__________

When you woke up that morning, your head was hurting from the confusing nightmare you had.

You sighed and passed one hand on your face to brush the last remnants of it away and you felt your cheeks wet.

With a tentative hand, you looked for your phone near the pillow.

There was no phone in sight but you felt a soft fabric. You grabbed it and stared at it under the shining light.

It was a white glove and you furrowed your eyebrows. It was a bit loose on the fingertips when you put it on.

Then the alarm went off and you finally eyed your phone on the floor. With a groan, you spent the buzz and getting up you put away the strange glove in your closet.

Then you smiled at the sight of your boyfriend’s text.

From Taeyong <3: hey sleepyhead, I'm already downstairs, hurry up

__________

Haechan looked in the mirror that evening, staring at his new uniform.

He didn’t need a new one and this was just the same shade of purple as the previous one. But a new job meant a new uniform and he was missing a glove after you asked for it.

He sighed walking into the Lobby and winced staring at the pamphlets on the counter, remembering your expression while reading them.

Then a ding made him raise his face and a small person exited the lift.

“Hey there. Is this your first time dreaming?” Haechan asked with a kind and bright voice.

The little boy looked around as if scared and nodded, so Haechan walked the distance and knelt on one knee in front of him.

“I am Haechan. It’s not important because you’ll forget this anyway. But you can trust me to have a very fun time. Come,” he stood up extending one hand. The child took it slowly and Haechan smiled again. “I’ll show you how dreaming works.”

__________

PREVIEW FROM PART 2

Haechan was rolling peas on his plate when a hard slap on his shoulder made him cough.

“Are you fucking insane?” he asked when he found his voice. “What’s wrong with you?”

But Mark’s spirited expression didn’t care about Haechan’s tone. “You need to come with me.”

“Whatever is going on there’s no need to beat me over it.”

“Get up right now. I found something.”

Haechan sighed, not in the mood to hang out with anyone.

“It’s about Y/N,” the other lowered his voice.

Haechan closed his mouth.

Mark grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up to his feet.

“I talked to her new Dream Sorter. I know, I shouldn’t get involved but this whole thing made me want to research further. No one knows, so you understand this is confidential, right?”

Mark was talking quietly and fast while walking just as fast towards what Haechan guessed was his apartment.

“Slow the fuck down. What exactly is going on? Is she okay? Is he hurt?”

Mark stopped in his place. “You said it was weird that she was friends with Taeyong, the dude killed over his Dreamer.”

Haechan blinked emptily for a moment before the realization made his whole body turn into mush.

Mark held onto his shoulders so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Yeah. She was his Dreamer. And she couldn’t remember that. Why? We don’t know yet. But he of course could remember her and he sabotaged you two when he discovered she was in love with you. Now they’re dating. Her new Dream Sorter told me.”

Haechan felt his head full of cotton. “Wait, wait. And so what? She was right. It was not worth it. Dating in her dreams? Absurd. If she’s happy with him then so be it. They’re in the same world. I was ready to go to hell after being killed but she didn’t want me anymore-”

“She got convinced she did it for your sake. Taeyong didn’t tell her there is a way for you two to be together so he could have her for himself.”

Haechan couldn’t process fast enough.

Mark patted his cheek with a little smile.

“I found the way. I’m going to help you get back with her.”

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 25

Quirophilia: the sexual arousal caused by hands.

Pairing: Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, college!au, strangers to lovers?? this is almost fluffy honestly... almost

Word Count: 1555 words

Warnings: fingering (f receiving), choking, finger sucking, kinda semi-public sexual activities, praise?

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

Kim Doyoung's hands. One of your favorite topics to daydream about during lectures and seminars. You believe that it's fate, honestly, that the universe has put you in every single class he chose this semester. Though you've never spoken to him, you feel like he knows about your little (read: huge, raging) crush on him, or rather: on his hands.

Never in your life had you seen hands like his before. They're immaculate, with long, slender fingers and wide enough palms to still look elegant. There's also something about the way he moves them, holds them, and uses them for holding his pen, turning the pages of his book, or ruffling his fringe.

You especially like when he does nothing with them except for letting them play with each other. The way his fingertips craze ever so slightly over the expanse of the back of his hand or fingers of the opposite hand. It always makes your mind wander to places it definitely shouldn't go while you're supposed to be learning about your field of study.

Anyway, back to your theory about him knowing of your... fascination for his hands. You really have nothing to support that statement. You just feel like he can feel your eyes on them every once in a while, and then proceeds to display them even more. Moving them around more, touching unnecessary things just for your enjoyment. You swear you'd even seen him smirk once or twice. You wonder if he's doing this to mock you, or if he likes the attention.

It's Friday, the last day of the week, which means that it's also the day where students have the least motivation to stay behind at lecture halls and/or seminar classrooms. And it seems like Kim Doyoung's noticed this as well.

The lecturer had finished the class early, then excused himself and hurried out of the hall. Completely perplexed, it had taken you a tad longer than usual to rip your gaze away from Kim Doyoung's digits and pack your stuff because before you can say Jack Robinson, the last person's already slipped out of the large doors, closing them behind them.

Well, not really the last person, you realize just seconds later as a presence sits down besides you. Confused, you lift your head only to meet eyes with Kim Doyoung's neatly styled head of hair.

You're eyes widen in a worried expression, as you blink at him. Then, he turns his head to look at you. His face is unreadable, he doesn't look particularly friendly nor displeased in any way, he just looks at you, then raises his eyebrows.

"C- uh," you say, "can I help you?"

Finally, Kim Doyoung's lips twitch to reveal a brief smile. "Don't you think I need to help you?"

"Eh?"

In response, he places his hand on the table top in front of you, just idly resting his long digits against the wood, but it's making you gulp. He knows. Nervously, you fidget with your sleeves, a shy chuckle leaving your throat. Play dumb.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Really? So this doesn't affect you at all?" He chuckles, then teasingly drags the tips of his fingers over the surface of the table. Instantly, you feel blood rush upwards into your face, making blush unmistakably, and you gulp once more.

"I- uh-"

"I've noticed, you know?" Kim Doyoung speaks lowly, a hint of teasing hidden in his voice. Your gaze burns into the back of his hand before you realize it, and when you do, it's already too late. He noticed. There's no denying it now.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he says, lifting the hand up to your face, placing the knuckle of his pointer finger under your chin to lift it up. Your wide eyes meet his feline ones, and you shudder at the intensity his gaze holds. "I like it."

"You do?" You whisper, afraid of scaring him away with any loud sounds.

"Yeah," he breathes, suddenly a whole lot closer to your face, "can I kiss you?"

"Y-yes," you confirm, nodding, and not even a moment later, his soft lips land on yours. It's just like they say in movies, or teen magazines: fireworks explode inside your chest and behind your eyelids. He's so soft, gently melting his lips into yours. He kisses you gently, no tongue, no spit, just comfortable warmth and softness that connects the both of you.

His unoccupied hand comes to hold your own, gently stroking over the back of it and you shudder in his touch. When he pulls back, you're left breathless.

Your gazes meet again, and Doyoung licks over his lips to savor your taste for a little longer.

"There's this fantasy I have," Doyoung says, and your eyes leave his to take in the way his hand creeps his way up your exposed thigh towards your skirt. "Would you like to live it out with me?"

Nervously, you look around, but there's no one around since this was the last lecture of the day. In addition to that, you believe that the relatively high table tops would function as good enough of a shield against the curious eyes of an intruder.

Hence, you nod, giving him the green light to continue. He does, immediately pushing your skirt upwards until it pools around your waist, your panties exposed to his eyes and touches.

You breathe out shakily as you watch his fingers stroke up and down your clothed slit. He teases you for a bit while his mouth dips down to your neck to leave featherlight kisses all over your skin.

Before you even know it, he's pulled your panties down far enough for them to pool around one of your ankles. One of your legs is draped over his thigh to keep you nice and open for him. His slender fingers touch between your folds, gathering your undeniable wetness to be able to circle your clit comfortably just seconds later.

You almost don't realize how good it feels because it just looks so good. His long, slender fingers touching you like this, their skin all wet from your juices, that you feel like you could finish from the sight alone.

Once Doyoung's satisfied with how worked up you are, he moves down to your hole again, circling it gently before dipping two of his fingers in. They're big, bigger than you expected, but the stretch is delicious and it forces a moan out of you.

"Shh, baby, don't want anyone to hear us, hm?"

You whimper, nodding, eyes still glued to where he's touching you. He resumes his action of filling you with his fingers, pushing in deeper until they're buried inside to the hilt. You swear that you've never seen anything even remotely as erotic.

Once he starts moving them, in and out, you release another moan involuntarily. Doyoung, seemingly amused by your inability to hold your sounds of pleasure in, carefully lifts his other hand to wrap around your throat. He doesn't put on any pressure yet, just feels if you like it.

And, God, do you like it, lifting your own hand to press his harder against your throat. Doyoung chuckles, but complies, pressing down on your pulse point all while simultaneously switching the penetrating motion of his fingers to something similar to a massage.

Your vision focuses and unfocuses, mouth agape as you try to watch what his hands do to you, tiny gasps flying from between your lips in the process. Doyoung presses the pads of his fingers inside you upwards, pushing right into your g-spot, and you clench around him.

"So pretty, so good for me," he whispers in your ear, then presses a kiss to your temple. The tight grip around your throat lightens. "Do you want to suck on them?"

You whine embarrassingly loud, nodding your head as you switch to looking at him with pleading eyes. His fingers then prod at your lips, his eyes focused on it, and you part them to let him push his digits onto your tongue.

He fills your mouth perfectly, pushing just far enough back for you to really feel it, but not so that you'd gag. The movements along your walls quicken, his thumb finds your clit, and your eyes roll back. There's no use in trying to look at anything anymore, what you're feeling is simply too much, overwhelming in the best way possible.

The tension in your stomach tightens, and you whine, hips bucking repeatedly to match his rhythm and to let him know you're close. He understands, movements not faltering in the slightest as he pushes you towards the edge.

"My pretty, pretty girl. You're so fucking perfect," he mumbles into your cheek, and it's then when you realize how close he is. The feeling of his form pressed against you just feeds into your need to orgasm.

So close, you're so fucking close, and it's when his lips on your cheek whisper "mine," that you cum, hard and intensely, feeling like you're almost losing consciousness from how good it feels to be with him.

"That's a good fucking girl," Doyoung mumbles, pulling his fingers from your mouth to be able to kiss you again, without any holding back this time.

#nct doyoung smut #doyoung smut #kim doyoung smut #kim doyoung x reader #doyoung hands #kinktober #nct #nct smut #kpop #neohub #smut #nct fanfic #nct 127 #kpop smut #fem reader #nct x reader #doyoung x reader

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hyunjungjae · 2 years ago

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LISTA DE LEITURA

( s ): smut / ( f ): fluffy / ( a ): angst / ( i ) imagines / ( lol ) crack

NCT . . . !

J A E H Y U N — Aceita uma verdinha? ( s ) ✩ Deixa eu te arrumar do meu jeitinho? ( s ) ✩ [sem título.] ( i ) ✩ Por favor, não diga isso… ( a ) ✩ Amanhã tem aula… ( s ) ✩ If u were my lil girl… ( f + a(?) ) ✩ Jaehyun + coffee and vanilla ( i )

J O H N N Y — Is that seat taken? ( s ) ✩ [1:22AM] ( s ) ✩ [sem título.] ( i ) ✩ [sem título] ( s )

T A E Y O N G — [sem título.] ( i ) ✩ Bem rapidinho ( i )

M A R K — Love is the title… ( f ) ✩ Craaaaaaazy ( i ) ✩ Mark nerdzinho ( i ) ✩ mark + hyuck ( i ) ✩ Spidermark ( f + s )

H A E C H A N — [sem título.] ( i ) ✩ mark + hyuck ( i )

J A E M I N — [2:32PM] ( s ) (3some com o Jeno) ✩ Fica com raiva não, tá? ( s ) ✩ Se tornando um só. ( s )

J E N O — [2:32PM] ( s ) (3some com o Jaemin) ✩ Ma’ Kitty ( s ) ✩ My sister’s bf ( s ) ✩ Película rachada ( s )

J I S U N G — Library - parte 1 , parte 2 ( s ) ✩ You right ( i )

C H E N L E — [10:37AM] ( s )

EXO . . . !

S E H U N — [sem título.] ( s )

ASTRO . . . !

E U N W O O — [4:53AM] ( s )

HEADCANNONS . . . !

Neos do 127 papais ( f )

dreamies se fossem pilotos de fórmula 1 ( i )

Nct dream dizendo ‘eu te amo’ no namoro ( f)

ESPECIAIS . . . !

collab com a @cheolcam dos neocamboys!!

neo CAMBOYS! ( s )

collab com a @jaemskitty

intimidade doida, Na Jaemin & Lee Jeno ( s )

200 seguimores!

Chat com o Keeho ( lol )

President of the student council, Doyoung ( s )

Detention, Juyeon ( s )

idgaf. — Jaemin ( s )

Who Knows — Mingyu ( i )

Keeho + Corruption ( s )

Taeyong + Hc ‘princess treatment’ ( i )

Por enquanto ainda é só isso, mas espero te encontrar aqui mais vezes!

#nct imagines #nct smut #nct 127 #pt br #nct dream #smut pt br #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #hyunjungjae #exo smut #exo #astro smut #astro

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blue-broken-heart · 3 years ago

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Never in my life, did I think I, would be making one of these…Smut Master list:

All are 19+and X Reader…

Person Centric- Title:

Trope

Triggers

Extra info

Taeil Moon- Missing An Exam Would Be Better Than This Shit

College Student Taeil X Bad Girl Reader

Sweet turned toxic relationship, hate sex, choking, gunplay, rough in general(Unprotected sex) WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!

Johnny Suh- Boyfriend For The Day(16+)

Ditched on date Reader and Savior Johnny who need a cover after running away from some gangsters(Light hearted fluff and a heavy make out session)

Johnny Suh- A Cat and Mouse Type Of Love(I redeemed myself with this lol)

Infamous Burglar X Detective

Name calling, pet play, costumes, orders, gifts~) Don’t y'all just love getting gifts?...erhm not the sexual kind in this…)

JaeHyun Jung- The Doctors Orders are Absolute/Doctors Visit

Doctor X Patient

For this patient; the lollipop after a visit is his dic- Nothing much other than hospital bed smush, ‘just the tip’, oral (F&M rec), Thigh riding, Unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT just cause it feels better doesn’t mean waking up to a baby crying in the middle of the night is)

Xiao DeJun- Come King/આઓ રાજા

Bar Dancer X Drunk Bookworm

Drugs, Alcohol, Masturbating, Blindfolding, teasing, Hand jobs, Fingering, Fisting, Fem-Riding, (Unprotected- WRAP IT UP-WRAP IT UP- WRAP IT UP scream like a firetruck, sirens blaring– you’re in the ER, Wet WET water breaking, dripping down your thighs like he made you- skskskksk I’m done)

SiCheng Dong- The New maid Is My Secret Pt1

Boss X Employee

A little more for the reader to imagine but nevertheless... they go quite a few times

Oral(M&F), Drunk sex, overstimulation, way to many rounds-

SiCheng Dong- The New Maid is My Secret Pt2

Condoms(Finally they wrapped it for another reason...breeding), Spanking, uniforms, name calling, breeding, Employer-Employee relationship, Boss with benefits..?, Oral(M rec), Vaginal Fingering(Home Office, Under table, while riding the pp, and by self..?), Overstimulation, Ice play(lil bit), exhibitionism (Public Bathroom), Degradation, Threats, Cursing.

Yuta Nakamoto- The Feast Of Sacred Hearts

Serial Killer Priest X Nun

Blood drinking, forest sex, murder, heart eating, Angsty, Cursing, degradation, WRAP IT BEFOR EYOU TAP IT!!! PLEASE- Ik in this setting they don't have latex but

FUN FACT: did you know back in the ye-ol' days they used to use the cleaned intestines of sheep or other animals as condoms? Because of it's skin like texture and stretchy density-- okay that was uncalled for but- even then the Evil priest ain’t walking with the little skins you should be wiser-WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT! sksksksksksksk

WARNING: Religious Content is only used for the scene/ setting of the piece. IT IS IN NO WAY USED TO FORCE OR PUSH RELIGION! Your religion or beliefs in general fall solely on your choices and opinion.

TaeYong Yi- I Hate The Rain, But Today My hate Is Gone( this was supposed to be three parts…but who’s gonna read that?)

Therapist X Married Patient

Cheating(Marriage not passing vibe check but the new therapist… hits is different) Kitchen, shopping, suggestive touching in public.

DoYoung Kim- It’s Going To Be Okay(I like this one the most but its the least popular]: I mean i can switch it…to femTy?)

Nun X Addiction meeting dude

Virgin reader, praise… nothing much… it’s really vanilla, but it’s cute and dirty, unprotected sex? Not sure but IK mah boi's pull out game on point! He ain't getting no nun preggers here sksksksksksksksksk

… I call DoYoung DomYoung cause I always call him that for some reason…?

JaeHyun Jong- !Valentines Day Is For Liars and Whores!

Playboy X Heart Broken Reader

Triggers:(moderately soft and fluffy tbh) Oral(M and F rec), Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Cursing, ahhh~ and Penetrative Sex< if it wasn't clear before..

It doesn’t make sense- like the story plot line is all over the place and if you can help me organize it I WILL appreciate the DM <3

DoYoung Kim- Rake It Up (Extract form long series on AO3)

It's fluff like the Johnny one...

Really just a married couple kissing on the patio before Mr. DILF drops his kid to work.

ADDITIONS: That is all Yuta so far like... y’all okay?

Yuuta Nakamoto- New Era; Interplay

Demon X damned Soul

Warnings/Triggers; Knife Play, blood kinks, blood licking/drinking, sex(Obviously..this is smut) cigarettes, edibles and alcohol consumption in the wrong situation(Come on people we know that we have to be sober at time

Yuuta Nakamoto- My Devil BoyFriend~

Author Girlfriend X Loving Boyfriend

Warnings/Triggers: cock warming, bondage, spanking(mild), shibari, breath play(choking), penetrative intercourse. Mentions of intercourse with ex boyfriend(public, oral... church camp freak)

this was an ask...ILY this anon tbh Also I'll do the requests within two or three days of getting it if not the same day! Also if you want a specific word count lmk :)

Yuuta Nakamoto- Everlasting Union

Matyr Priest X Nun Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Its in a catholic setting in the ye ol' days, and uses a wedding lasso, which is basically a rope you put around the couple to signify harmonious union, choking, manipulation, cursing, non-con/dub-con, BDSM like themes,

Learn first then try/ Consent is key<3 }

not an ask or anything I just added it because a friend is suddenly into Mark like what? Since when?

Johnny Suh+ Kun Quian - Steady Hands

Tattoo Artist+BestFriend X Client?

Tropes and Triggers: cuckholding (Gratification from seeing ones partner engage with another), tattooing, blood, Sthenolagnia (muscle lovers), Body painting(focused on the sensation of the tattoo gun), Edging, No-release, Oral(Fem receiving).

I understand if you wanna yell at me after reading any of these.... I'll take a scenario or request to make up for it <3 Requests: Normal: https://blue-broken-heart.tumblr.com/ask

Anon: https://blue-broken-heart.tumblr.com/submit

Any requested tropes or scenes y'all wanna see?

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nctsplug02 · 3 years ago

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Hi! I really like all your story and finally your request are open again yeay!

Could you do secretary doyoung/jaehyun with ceo reader with lot of nipple play?

Thanks before!

[9:26am]

genre: smut

You sigh as you listen to one of your employees ramble, your hands rubbing your forehead as your eyebrows furrow.

“A—and I, I panicked and sold it to them, whic—,” you look up at them through your lashes. “You what?” You remove your hand away from your face. “I—I.. sold it to them..” the employee says slowly in a quieter tone. “Oh my..” you sigh deeply, annoyed by the fact you said to not sell the building to them without you there.

You lean back in your chair with your eyes sealed shut. “Get out.” The employee whimpers. “Get out this instant, you’re fired, pack your things and leave!” You lift your head to watch the sobbing employee run out.

You wait a few moments before standing up to leave the room. You stuck your head out the door and saw your secretary, his desk neatly organized, a sign that named ‘Jeong jaehyun’, a coat rack to hang his coat(s), and lastly him, just him.

“Jaehyun,” you whisper to him, he looks up from his computer and hums. “Come in here for a moment.” He stands up and walks over to your office. You open the door for the male and when he walks in, you shut it.

“Is there something you needed, ms. Y/n?” You roll your eyes at the name and make your way to the sofa sitting in your office. “Didnt i tell you to drop the formalities? Please don’t call me Ms, just call me y/n.” Jaehyun apologizes.

You pat at the empty spot next to you. “Take a seat, pretty boy.” Jaehyun gets flushed by the name and takes a seat next to you.

He freezes when you throw a leg over his lap, straddling him with your arms wrapped around his neck. “Y—y/n,” he whimpers. “Can I do this, pretty boy? I need your consent, love.” He nods and blinks repeatedly. “Please..” he whispers.

You lean forward, crashing your lips onto his, they were plumped and tasted like peach. “Mmfuck.” You moan against his lips, rolling your hips on his bulge. You pull away, quickly getting rid of your top and jaehyun does the same. He gently pushes you off him and strips himself and you follow, stripping yourself until you’re naked.

You go back to straddling once he sits back down. You stroke him a bit before holding him up and sliding down on him. The both of your groans mixing into the air. “Oh fuck.” You cry out, bouncing on his cock that was nearly centimeters away from your g-spot.

You whimper when he smacks your ass roughly. “Ride that dick, baby.” Jaehyun growls, smacking your ass repeatedly, his hand prints quickly forming on your ass. “Cmon, baby. Make me cum, cmon.” His hands finding their places on your hips, helping you by lifting them and pounding them down.

“Oh god, im so close!” You bite down on your bottom lip, hands gripping tightly at his muscular shoulders. “Cum, baby, cum. Cum on my dick.” You comply to his command, creaming all over his cock.

Your bounces stop so he lifted your hips and began fucking himself up into your cunt. Your limp body leaning forward onto his chest. His eyes watched as your breast bounced in front of his face, he took your breast into his hand and stuck your nipple in his mouth.

You gasp and hold his head against your chest, pushing your boob more into his mouth. Your hands gripping at his soft brown locks, his hair was so fluffy and light.

He starts getting tired so he slams your hip down which makes his cock instantly reach your g-spot. A loud moan ripples from your throat, it was so unexpected.

He pulls off your breast with a pop and chuckles. He pats your ass and huffs. “Bend over the arm rest.” He instructs and you listen. You bend yourself over the arm rest which had you on your tiptoes. He positions himself behind you and slowly pushes in.

He runs his hand down your back and grips on your shoulder. He starts ramming his cock into your pussy, your hands barely able to hold you up. “God, if i had known your pussy felt this good, i would’ve fucked you long ago.” He groans at you clenching around him.

Jaehyun has been working in your building for several years, he was usually the quiet one and the unbothered one.

Jaehyun repeatedly pounds into you, trying his best to chase his high that was hanging off the tip. “Oh god, I’m so close.” He grunts and holds his breath. “Gonna let me cum in you? Yeah, good.” It takes a few more seconds until the youngster releases himself inside you. His hot cum spluttering on your walls and once he pulls out, his cum oozes out.

He cleans himself off before cleaning you off and then getting you dress back up. “Hey,” you turn your head to him while clipping your blouse up. “Let’s go on a date.” You grin and his request. “A date?” He nods, fixing his button up.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up from your house at.. I don’t know, 7? And then I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant, yeah?” You scrunch your nose, starting to get shy. “Okay.” He chuckles at you and walks over to you, pulling at your hips and then pulling you into a kiss.

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a/n: posting early because we hit our 2K milestone! <3 thanks again loves! <3

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notnctu · 3 years ago

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doyoung: the reserved

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: brief cockwarming, degradation kink, slight praise kink?, name calling, a lil mean dom!doyoung, unprotected ☆ WC: 3k ☆ SYNOPSIS: another drunk night out and you’re knocking at his door in the middle of the night for cuddles, or so he thinks?

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: i originally wanted this to be a cute fluffy lovey smut, but boy did i switch it up halfway through lmao it’s filthy like the rest, enjoy and hopefully this puts yalll to sleep. shoutout to my bestie nikki for helping me hehe luv u bubs

3:12 AM. If only Doyoung could ignore the heavy knocking on his door and drift back to his sweet slumber, but he knows better than to leave you drunk and alone. He groans and stumbles in the dark, the warmth of his sheets leaving him quickly. As he rubs his eyes open to brace himself for your drunken appearance, Jaehyun’s voice is urgent on the other side of the door.

“Can you hurry and open up? I hear your footsteps, I really need to pee!” His housemate’s whisper is more than threatening. He can hear your gentle, whiny voice behind the door.

“Is Doie asleep?” You whine, “maybe we shouldn’t wake him. You know how he hates people going into his room and I think he has class tomorrow.”

At the end of your sentence, the door swings open to reveal a tired Doyoung in his utterly adorable cozy pajamas. Though it’s beyond dark, your hazy image of him is more than glorious and a baffling desire to fall into his arms overcomes you. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, (Y/N). I appreciate your consideration, though.” His voice is hoarse and raspy from sleep, unlike his usual chirpy tone.

“Hi…” His sudden presence has you growing shy at the sight of your housemate. You being the shy one is a rare sight as it’s usually the other way around. Doyoung has always been quieter and more kept to himself, to the point where it’s normal for him to lock himself in his room to be alone. Nonetheless, he does quite enjoy your company.

“Hey,” Doyoung chuckles and coolly crosses his arms across his chest, playing into your bashful act. He swears he’s over you and there are close to no romantic feelings involved, but it’s always the soft glow that surrounds you that he can’t seem to shake off. Doyoung may have had a one-sided love, but he knows that you can’t go to bed without him when you’re drunk. What a bad habit you’ve formed.

Despite his initial crush on you, Doyoung still completely adores you. It’s too hard not to. You understand him the most in this whore of a house and you’re as close to his ideal type as he’ll ever meet in college. Considerate, kind, life of the party, intelligent, funny, willingness to be vulnerable. The list can go on, but he’ll have to stop himself if he still wants any chance at a relationship with someone else.

Though he’s never confessed, let alone told a single soul about how he used to harbor some feelings for you, he simply knows you won’t see him the same way and oddly enough, he’s grown to silently accept it. When you’re sober versus when you’re drunk are two different spectrums. He isn’t sure how he ended up being the one you cuddle every time you come home drunk, but it definitely confused him at the very start.

However, the moment you’re sober and it’s daylight, it’s as if the night never happened. Despite the occasional physical affection, everything is platonic and you’ve made that clear as the day remains cloudless.

The process of getting over you wasn’t painful, it just never fully goes away. He’s come to accept that you’re an amazing person and since he’s gotten physically and emotionally intimate with you, it’s better that you two remain good friends.

But this practically explains why you are the only person Doyoung will wake up in the middle of the night to comfort. On top of that, he hates dealing with drunk people…with the exception of you.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You play with your fingers behind your back and Jaehyun rolls his eyes at this strange encounter he’ll never understand.

“I know you didn’t have Jaehyun aggressively beat at my door to simply ask me this question. Are you giving me the option to decline?” Doyoung’s snarky smirk is recognizable even in the lack of light.

“Well, I don’t want to bother you--”

“Come in, the bed is going to lose its heat.” Doyoung cuts you off abruptly, gently holding out his hand for you to take. Jaehyun groans and stomps his way to the bathroom, finally relieved to be free.

Doyoung quietly shuts the door, locking it as he does every time. He slowly lays you down in the spot he was sleeping on to ensure you have the maximum amount of warmth and follows in on the other side quickly.

Laying on your side, you two face each other in the comforting silence. Underneath the blankets, Doyoung naturally snakes his arm around your lower waist, pulling you into his body until your legs are tangled with one another.

Inches away from his face, he notices that you’re oddly quiet for being drunk. His finger lightly brushes against your cheek and draws his brows together in concern, “do you need to throw up?” You shake your head, eyes dropping anywhere but his own.

“Do you want kissies to sleep?” It’s a common thing you usually ask him for, using terminology that intoxication has coined for you.

You call his name and he perks up to listen, “I’m not exactly drunk.”

He blinks at your statement, slightly confused as to why you’re requesting to sleep with him tonight. “Explain?”

“I had a sip of a mixed drink at most.” Rolling your eyes, you pout at him. “I was only pretending to be drunk so Jaehyun wouldn’t ask questions about me wanting to come into your room.”

Doyoung still doesn’t understand your motives. “So what is sober (Y/N) doing waking me up at this ungodly hour? She knows better.” He tsks, facial expression is slightly bewildered.

“Because I saw someone at the party who looked like you, except slightly less attractive.” Your voice grows a bit more bold and seductive, “but he was wearing such a hot outfit. I couldn’t help, but imagine how good you would actually look in it.”

He gulps when he feels your hot hand holding his forearm. Your grip is tight, thumb drawing circles on his skin. “W-What was he wearing?”

“It was a white button up, but the first five buttons were unbuttoned and you can just see the few lines of his toned stomach.” Your hand trails up his arm, spreading across his chest. “And the black slick belt, fuck. It reminded me of the one you usually wear for your econ presentations. You know I go wild for a nice professional fit.”

Doyoung can’t believe what he’s hearing. You’re definitely more eloquent and explicit with your words when you’re sober. Nonetheless, he’s incredibly turned on by the fact that you came back horny at the thought of him and how your hand is sliding its way down to his waistband.

“Should I dress like that more often?” Doyoung follows your moves, running his hand up your shirt to grab your tit. “Because I don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself if I do.”

An uncontrollable whine comes from your throat when Doyoung runs a thumb across your nipple. “I know it turns you on to watch me lose control, you’re call.” His other hand draws your chin closer.

His hot breath hits your bottom lip, “I’ll consider it then.” His lips crash into yours hungrily, tongue lapping with yours over and over. Doyoung hooks underneath your thigh and places your leg across his lower half. Grinding into your pelvis, you can already feel how he is slightly hard through his thin pajama pants.

Nose pressing into skin, that’s one of the reasons why you love making out with Doyoung the most. It’s as if he can’t get any closer, but he does and he tries until you’re suffocating in each other’s presence.

His soft lips glides and traces so tenderly, his kisses feel individualized. It’s customized exactly to how you like it and how he seemed to figure it out puts him in another category of intelligence and skill.

Doyoung pulls away, leaving a yearning for more. He subtly checks the time behind you, 3:47 AM. “Are you tired?” There is slight guilt in your voice when you notice the hesitation in his face.

“A bit.” He apologizes, but you clasp your hand over his mouth.

“Why don’t you just put it in me? That will satisfy me enough, I just want to feel full and we can still cuddle.” You do feel bad for waking him up for sex, forgetting that this man has a normal and healthy sleeping schedule.

He raises a questionable brow, “never tried that before, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for waking you.” You bite at your lip in anticipation.

Doyoung tsk again, rolling his eyes until they reach the ceiling. “Me waking up and opening my door for you was my choice. Besides, you know I can’t keep my hands off of you given the opportunity.”

You pout, kissing him on the lips once more. “Now take off your cute shorts, so I can check how wet you are.” Doyoung demands, which causes an increase of a flow down there. Nevertheless, you listen and discard every piece of clothing you had on.

When Doyoung swipes at your cunt, you react greatly to his touch. “Dripping.” is all he says as he licks his fingers clean of your juices.

He follows to take off his clothes quickly, lazily pumping his cock in one hand and toying with your clit with the other. You’re squirming, as you hold onto his forearm to steady yourself. However, the pleasure is undeniably delicious, the flavor hitting at the tip of our tongue. “Doyoung, I want you.”

He sees the strain in your face, lip bite and eyes closed shut. You’re holding back so much, he can tell by how your sporadic hip wiggles all because of his fingers. “Have you always been this needy, baby? Wanting to be full of my cock so late at night? You should know better.” His raspy chuckle is the absolute death of you. Your eyes open immediately when his hand pulls away and grabs at your waist to pull you closer. A heavy heat spreads across your chest, completely blindsided by his hot comments.

You and Doyoung have slept together a handful of times and let’s say, this man is deadly with his dirty talk. He’s just one of a kind, a fuck like no other and it drives you to see stars. He is always so reserved and posh, a true well-mannered and neat man. Doyoung is tastefully seductive, not sleazy or flirtatious.

His banter always has you second guessing, wondering if there is some sensual implication behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t sugarcoat; when other men shower you in endless praise and boring, generic compliments, he makes sure those nonsensical comments don’t get to your head. He praises you in a way that makes you feel special, individualized.

But he knows you don’t want to get praised, you get enough of all that already and you know that you’re attractive. While Jaemin gives you sugary sweet pet names, Doyoung calls you the nastiest ones in bed. Something about it thrills you, a refreshing kind of attention.

“Only for you.” You pucker your lips, with an innocence in your charm to persuade him.

Doyoung looks at you with sharp eyes and a haughty smirk on his lips. He uses his knee to open your legs and a quick hand to hold it up, aligning his tip at your entrance. You two still lay on your sides and face to face, breast pressed against chest. “Such a pretty slut.” He gently plants the softest kiss on your cheek, as he enters all the way in until he’s practically in your guts.

A gasp crawls up your throat, but Doyoung places a hand over your mouth to keep you shut. “Don’t want Jaehyun to come knocking again, do we? Be a good girl and shut up.” He holds back his own moan, the feeling of you wrapping around him makes him feel hazy and full of lust.

Nodding, your arms fall around Doyoung’s neck and the skin on skin hug is more than comforting. His hot cock twitches inside of you, reminding you of the fullness at the literal pit of your stomach. Your friends have always talked about cockwarming and how sweetly intimate it is, but is it bad that you just want Doyoung to fuck your brains out?

Doyoung glances at you with hesitant eyes, “baby, are you doing okay?” The shift in tone and mood catches you off guard. This is something new for both of you and Doyoung wanted to make sure it is still pleasurable for you.

You clear your throat, sinking onto his dick until you’re touching skin. Doyoung groans and narrows his eyes at the sudden movement. “Sorry, getting comfy. Wanna sleep now?”

His hands glide down your back, finding their way to squeeze your ass. Your leg rests on top of his own and you two are locked in each other’s embrace until you’re both suffocating -- just how you both like it. His eyes wander down, as if he’s contemplating something. “I’m not sleepy anymore…” He clears his throat with light strokes against your skin.

“Then fuck me?” The politeness in your voice causes the switch almost instantly. Doyoung grips your hips, shallowly fucking you into the sweetest escape.

“Always wanting to be filled, baby.” His whisper tickles your neck as he dots small kisses under your chin. Your mind whirls with temptation and pleasure, unaware at how dark and lustful Doyoung’s eyes have become. “Love being used, my doll?”

His thrusts quicken, with the strongest squeeze on your ass. Every powerful hit has moans and whimpers falling from your lips, and you’re beyond lost for words. A soft “mhm” does nothing for Doyoung, this man wants a verbal answer.

“Answer me properly.” He stops, filling you up to the brim again. However, he starts grinding your hips into his own and the simple move lights up every endorphin in your body. His tip rubs against your spot perfectly, making it even more difficult to speak. With arms failing, you hold onto his shoulders for your dear life. “Fucking you so good that you forgot how to speak? Let me hear you, (Y/N).” Your name falls in a faltering moan.

You’re so close, your grip feels tighter with each movement. “Love being used, love being fucked by you.” Your eyes shut for a brief second, before Doyoung tsks.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” When you peer at him, Doyoung blinks with fire in his dark pupils. His stare is deadly, but the eye contact only drives you further.

His movements halt and just as you’re able to sigh with disappointment, he snakes a hand in between your bodies and rubs at your aching clit. Your body seizes at the electricity that comes from your most sensitive place and Doyoung continues with longer thrusts.

His hips match the pace of his rubs, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. Doyoung knows you want to be loud, covering your mouth to muffle your endless streams of moans and profanity.

“All it takes is an outfit to get you horny. Pathetic.” He can feel that you’re on your edge and any second, you’ll explode in the palm of his hand and all over his cock. “Maybe I’ll fuck you in a pretty one next time.”

Your heart is racing and you can only nod in response.

“Now, that’s my good girl.” Doyoung smacks your ass harshly and that’s enough to send you tipping.

With a shiver down your spine, you bite your lip at the heightened pleasure. Every muscle in your body jolts and your pussy is already sore, you can’t imagine how you’re going to feel in the morning. A small yelp and trembling legs later, you’re pulling Doyoung as close as you can. He feels your walls squeeze around him and he can barely push his last thrusts in before following in your release.

Both of you pant heavily in each other’s arms, Doyoung holding you against his sweaty chest as if he’s afraid to let go. You swear that you feel him give you a light squeeze through the hug. He grows soft inside of you and the feeling of him pulling out is pure disappointment and emptiness.

“We should try that again.” Doyoung chuckles, getting up quickly to grab some wipes for you.

“I don’t think we did that right.” You laugh, the chilly air cooling your heated body when the blankets fall off.

Doyoung sits in between your legs, gently cleaning you up. A tiny, cute smirk appears on his face. “Then, we should definitely try it again. Y’know, the right way. Trial and error, we have to keep doing it until we can get it right.”

“Doie, if you want to sleep with me again then say so.” You tap his nose as a way to lightly tease at his usual timid demeanor and his way to beat around the bush.

He rolls his eyes, even in the low light, you can see how they glimmer. “Who was the one who knocked on my door tonight?” He retorts, tossing the wipe away and dressing himself again.

“And who is the one blatantly suggesting that we try cockwarming again?” You taunt, eyebrow lifted and lips puckered.

He scoffs, joining you in the sheets. Doyoung plants a quick kiss on your cheek, “you just wait until I put on my black belt and white button up. Then, we’ll see who’ll be talking.”

“Don’t walk around the house in that, you might turn on more than just me.”

Doyoung flicks your forehead, “those idiots wouldn’t know a hot man even if it hits them in the face.”

You can’t help, but smile at this silly and sweet boy. You’ve always adored Doyoung, it’s hard not to. If there was anyone in this entire mess of a house that you love coming home to, it would be him. And secretly, he feels the same way about you too.

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