#kim doyoung blurbs

[babiesdreams]

Hii! Its knighty here! Can i request something? Just a small imagine with doyoung where they're having a playful argument but it turns into smut and cany/nchokehimitsokayifyoudont

Rough but fluff💞

Love you, cutie!

I have been dying to give some powerplay to y'all.

Kim Doyoung: I'll make you listen +18

Warnings: Breath play, degradation, cum control and discipline.

"What the hell are u doing here?" Doyoung says with a deep voice, his brow raised, reflecting his confusion towards your actions. "I thought you were mad at me" His eyes fix on yours, staring into you deeply. "I am mad" you reply, with an agitated tone, not looking into his eyes at all.

"Then what are you doing here?" He ask, now tilting his head to the side a little, looking at you curiously, his voice had an edge to it, as if he was ready to argue with you.

"I forgot..." You start explaining but stop mid sentence, the truth is you came back because you couldn't bear the pain of leaving things like this. "This is my house too you know?" You simply state. "I do not need to explain what I am doing at my house"

He rolls his eyes at your explanation, not bothering to argue with you as he simply walks past you to find something to drink. "Whatever" He mutters, clearly annoyed by your presence.

"Don't whatever me" You reply annoyed. "After what you did you have no right to do so" He slams the fridge's door closed. "Just shut up" He snaps, he doesn't even bother looking at you.

"What the fuck has happened to us?" You ask, with a hint of dissapointment. "This is not who we are" He pauses, the question surprising him a little, and he sighs. He leans against the fridge, not facing you, looking at the ground now. "...Yeah.." He agrees eventually.

"Look I understand, people express themselves in different ways and I understand that love is a big word and that you don't say it to almost anyone. I do understand that you don't reply my every I love you with an I love you too. I... Understand. But it feels like you hate me" Tears start coming from your eyes. "We've been dating for a year and your reply has always been a kiss or a hug and... I can understand that but today... why did you say okay and ignored me like I asked you to do the groceries?"

The anger he felt before immediately vanished, and he just sighs, before closing his eyes, and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You misunderstood everything..." He says calmly, walking closer to you, eyes now fixed on you.

"Then explain it to me" I shout at him. "Talk to me" His hand punches the wall behind you, trapping you between his body and the cold concrete. "I feel like you deserve better than me" He whispers. "Then be better" Your words are shaky and light, precaucious even.

"Do you love me?" You whisper while your eyes fall from his to his lips, as if you didn't really care about the answer. His lips trap yours in a messy kiss that you manage to pull away from. "Do you love me?" You raise your voice slightly, keeping his body apart from yours.

"I lo..." He mutters. "I love your morning kisses. I love holding your hand, feeling like I'm safe and protected, I love to see you smile..." You sigh, looking to the floor, too dissapointed to face him. "So you don't love me"

His hand lifts your face, forcing you to look at him. "No" He whispers. "I adore you" His words surprise you, making you freeze for a moment. "I... adore" He starts whispering again but you shut him with your lips.

The kiss starts being sweet, but soonly gets replaced with a lustful flavour. He lays his body weight on you, grinding against your body that hits the wall roughly. His hand playfully caress your thigh, moving the fabric of your skirt out of the way.

Your mind is full of unanswered questions, but his hands motions don't let you think clearly. You push his body away from yours. "Why didn't you..." Your heavy breaths force you to stop talking. All your eyes can look at are his lips. "Why didn't you say it earlier" You manage to let out.

He walks back towards you. His hand lays on your cheek, pulling your face closer. "I was afraid" He whispers. "That I would lose you" You look deeply into him, understanding how his past could have conditioned his actions.

"You won't lose me" You reassure him with a whisper. His hands move towards your neck, slowly applying pressure onto it. You gasp desperate for air, while his lips trap yours again. His free hand moves slowly up your legs, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh.

A goosebump drives through your skin taking a soft moan out of your lips. The sound gets suckd by his mouth. He grunts as well, his grip on your leg gets tighter, pulling you closer to his body. You feel his bulge against your belly. The feeling makes you thrust your body closer to his.

He pulls out of the kiss, breathless. His eyes fix on yours, while he rests his forehead on yours. His hand moves from your neck to the back of your head. An evil grin grows on his lips and a small chuckle follows. After he recovers his breath, he positions both of his hands on the back of your thighs. He grunts while he lifts you in the air.

Your legs surround his neck, in an attempt to get more stability than what his arms can offer you. He passes his tongue over the light fabric of your underwear, burying his head beneath your skirt. You start moaning almost instantly, the feeling you had uncounciously been craving for the whole morning suddenly invades you in an uncontrollable wave of pleasure. He starts walking towards the bedroom, which forces you to bend to prevent your head to hit the doorframe.

Once in the bedroom, he throws your body on the bed, takes your panties off and keep eating you out. He teases your high, changing his pace everytime your moans get too loud. After a while he lifts his head, looking at your heavily blushed face with a smirk. His fingers keep on doing circles over your clit, while he climbs over you and kisses you passionately.

You trap his face with your hands, making sure he doesn't get away this time. His fingers enter you now, causing a series of loud moans to leave your lips following a messy rythm. You manage to somehow get on top of him by turning around. He looks surprised by your sudden actions, although not entirely mad at it.

He pulls his fingers off you. When his hand moves closer to your face you lick his fingers clean, tasting the flavour of your horniness. With his fingers still on your mouth, you start to undoing his belt and pulling his pants and underwear off. Your hand guides his erection inside of you.

You start riding him, keeping your hands on his chest for support. Your eyes don't look away from his face for a second, since you want to enjoy the view of his enjoyment. Something about his blush, his messy breaths and the low moans he lets out makes you feel somewhat empowered. Without thinking too much, your hand gets dragged up his chest. When it reaches his neck you apply the slightest pressure to it.

His expression shifts instantly. He moves so that he's on top of you again. "What are you doing?" He grunts with a slight grin. You're shocked at the speed of his reaction. "I just..." You try to explain yourself. He's still inside of you, but he's not moving an inch. "Do I need to discipline you?" He asks with a raised brow.

"W-what?" You ask while blush invades your cheeks at the thought of him being mad over such a silly thing. "I said" He starts, putting his hand on your sides to support himself. "Do" He roughly thrusts you. "I" He thrusts you again. "Need" Again. "To" Again. "Discipline" This time it goes all the way in, making his tip reach your cervix. "You" The last one is rougher, somehow.

You remain silent, shocked by how much this whole situation is turning you on. "I see I really need to" He whispers, before starting again. His thrusts are wild, really rough, deep and fast. It makes you lose control easily, turning into a horny mess.

"Why are you being so loud now?" He asks with a hint of degradation. "Are you close?" His question makes you realize you're actually on edge, so you nod. He stops so suddenly that it makes you gasp. His hand grabs your face and he gets closer. "If you can moan, you can talk" He whispers against your lips. A wave of heat runs through your body. "Are you close?" He asks slowly.

"Yes" you whisper, making him chuckle. His hand fixes your hair with a softness that makes a huge contrast with his previous actions. "Why are you so quiet now? Are you embarrassed?" He asks with a smile. "A little bit" You whisper with a soft smile. "Do you want me to stop then?" He asks with a smirk.

"No" Your voice suddenly raises. When you hear yourself you get embarrassed again. Being aware of how desperate you were was a first for you. "Oh no, but you are embarrassed I should stop" He says pulling away from you slowly. It drives you crazy how obvious it is that he's enjoying this just by looking at his grin. "No. Please" You say pulling his body closer, though his strength makes you fail at it.

"I don't know you don't seem convinced..." You roll your eyes, which seem to motivate him further. "Oh now your rolling your eyes at me?" He asks raising his brow. "Doyoung. Please" You say softly. "Please what?" He asks "What do you want?"

You breathe trying to get some patience back. "I want you to move" His grin grows. "Out of the way?" He teases. "No. I want to cum" You shout. By the look on his face, he seems satisfied. "That's a shame" He whispers. "I don't think you deserve it" You look at him with a desperate look, trying to guess if he's serious about it.

He thrusts slowly, trapping your face in between his hands. "You cannot cum" He whispers. "Understood?" You nod, just relieved that he's moving again. "Not until I do" His thrusts start getting rougher by every passing second. The speed makes you lose control of your moans easily.

His hand traps your neck, applying pressure to it. "Control yourself" He whispers. You start breathing slowly trying to prevent your high from taking over. His grunts hint that he must be close as well, so you keep on preventing your climax by controlling your breaths. When you feel the hot cum painting your walls you let go, although the fact that he inmediately pulls out of you stops it from happening.

You look at him, probably looking like an abandoned puppy. He doesn't seem bothered at all by it. His fingers go inside of you, but they don't move much, just enough to collect his cum. "Open your mouth" He orders and you obey, letting his fingers enter easily. The dripping fluid washes over your tongue.

"How do I taste?" He asks, caressing your inner thigh with his other hand. "So good" You say in a desperate tone that is completely new to you. His hand moves from your mouth to your thigh. Both of his hands open your legs while he licks you slowly. "How do I taste?" You ask back, trying to regain some power.

"Desperate" He groans before licking again. "Are you gonna cum on my mouth?" He asks teasingly. "If you're good enough..." You say trying to keep your cool although it's quite hard in your position. His lips trap your clit, sucking it in. A loud moan escapes your lips. "It doesn't seem hard at all" He comments and before you can answer he does it again. His tongue moves in circles over your clit and your high seems closer by every move he does.

When he sucks your clit tighter it makes you crumble. Your legs start shaking under his hands, your back arches and your breaths get messy. His tongue moves along your folds tasting every single drop of your desperation.

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Masterlist

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@ adroitbeloved kim doyoung & gn! reader about mundane love, strangers to the loose term of lovers, snippets of initial meetings and budding affection, crush at first sight, lower-case intended word count 1.4k

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the first time you ever saw kim doyoung, it was raining.

and perhaps that's why you love the rain. because you saw him. black hair matted and suit jacket catching on the cusp of his nape. the same jacket that was soaked with rainwater, tugging strong shoulders to the ground with every shift in his stature. black dress shoes swamped with water, matching the lens of his glasses--smothered in kisses of droplets, clinging to the glass as they watched him during their dutiful descent. and much like those raindrops, you stared. until your hair was sticking to your lashes and your clothing made an uncomfortable squelch each time you moved.

and then you joined him underneath that arching bus turn out. a companionship met in silence and the ever so slight widening of his eyes as he encapsulated your drenched disposition. a silence only to be consumed by the pitter patter of rain and the passage of passing cars. one only to be broken as you reached your hand out from underneath the overhang and onto the oncoming onslaught of outpouring.

despite being already soaked to your core and despite any prior memory of being caught in the rain, you left your hand there for a few moments. lips caught in a grin, beads of water spinning pirouettes across your outstretched fingernails. in this moment, this partial prominence placed in the latter half of a minute, you began to hope that in your next life, you too would be reborn as rain. so perhaps, you too would also hold the pleasure of consuming each and every detail of kim doyoung.

a thought met with extension of your throat, leaning forward and dipping your head into the shower. hair upon forehead and lashes upon cheeks, corner of your mouth curved into the beginnings of a childish grin. and despite any preconception of politeness, kim doyoung laughed.

a sound nearly drowned out by the rhythmic drum of the rain and a sound to be revisited by you and you alone, until it was all but washed away with the end of the rainy season. you're not sure if he was laughing at the sheer absurdity and nonsensical nature of your actions or something utterly unrelated but it doesn't really matter.

you just really hope that you're reborn as rain. it's only fair, right?

the fourth time you saw kim doyoung, you had one hand clutching onto the grab rails on the bus. the same bus where you met at the turn out, a bus that you both take to and fro work. a bus you have come to appreciate (when it's on time) for giving you the opportunity to run into the black haired office worker not once, not twice, but four times.

it's rush hour. five or six at dusk, with a packed bus and the quiet conversations of co-workers. a bus that slices through the summer heat with a squeal of the breaks and an easygoing push on the pedals. it's crowded, shoulder to shoulder and chest to chest. and you've somehow found yourself pressed up against your new found crush, bowing your head with a sheepish turn of your eyes as you steady yourself on the balls of your feet.

suffocated by humidity and the nauseating stop and go of the bus, you find solace in nothing but the beat of your music. a steady pulse that panders through your ears and lands on the tip of your tongue, mouthing every syllable and every word. pretty lips poised in perfect pronunciation as you bob your head back and forth.

it's only during the bridge that you catch his eyes on you through the reflection of the glass door, a translucent depiction wavered by every bump in the road. his features are soft, lips quirked into a tender smile and eyes pulled into amused crescents as he watches you. the same eyes that dart away when they meet yours, blinking down at his hands as he looks absolutely anywhere but your returned gaze.

it isn't until six blinks later and a nervous gulp from both parties (to be frank, you can't be sure if it came from you or him) that the awkward tension is broken. parted easily with a quiet input, one that could not be mistaken for any such speech from yourself. a series of words, drawn out in a low, hushed intonation that made your face feel hot and your stomach drop.

bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and cheeks dusted a prepossessing pink. a pink that most certainly became your favorite color. each sonant emphasized with the flick of his tongue and the fidget of his fingers, rolling over each knuckle in a hesitant habit.

"i really like that song,"

you're not sure that those would be considered the most romantic first set of words spoken in any such universe. but in this one, one which you find yourself insensibly smitten, they prove to rival any such harked verses taken from romeo and juliet.

the sixteenth time you saw kim doyoung, you finally earned his name. stolen from the minuscule text of his ID badge. a lanyard that hung precariously around his neck, laying against his chest in the manner of a second tie. tight around his collar and loose upon the buttons of his dress shirt. a consummately composed photograph lying in the middle, depicting the stranger in all his handsome splendor. one that you find doesn't come close to rivaling the real thing. you're not sure that any camera could properly capture him after all.

you're leaning over your feet to get a better look at it, hair hanging in front of your face and eyes drawn in a concentrated squint. there's nothing subtle about it. certainly not with the way your pursing your lips, beginning consonants sitting on the tip of your tongue. or perhaps with the way you're tracing the characters on your thigh, each stroke undertaken in a clumsy authenticity. as if the movement is foreign yet softhearted.

he observes you, lost in your own world, with a similar gentleness. one curated with the unbalanced sway of your stature and the unconscious push of your tongue against the inside of your cheek. one that begins and ends with an unwilling and unrelenting affection. an endearment that only solidifies as you nearly fall flat on your face.

but you don't. catching yourself with flailing arms and the repetitive click click click of your dress shoes. and then you straighten up, clearing your throat and avoiding his stare (one that seems to bore a hole straight into the side of your skull). and despite the embarrassing nature of your near accident and the heat creeping up the nape of your neck, the only thing you can focus on is his name.

kim doyoung. it suits him.

the thirtieth time you saw kim doyoung, it was raining.

for the never ending rainy season seems to have set upon you, dosing every being and every thing in a dampened haze. including him, a similar reflection to your first meeting, though this time significantly less soaked. you, however, were preforming a perfected rendition--having forgotten your umbrella and once again finding yourself distracted by the beautiful stranger. thus forth leading to the only conclusion which you seemed to be able to muster, one which involved you being wet from head to toe.

and so, you trecked over to the turn-out, meeting him with the squeak and squelch of your coat and slacks. a noise only accompanied by a hint of entertained laughter coming from his direction, one quickly stifled by an all but obvious faux cough and interrupted by an amused huff from yourself. and then a familiar, but comfortable, silence. shortened only by the slush and slur of the bus wheels as it descends upon the curb.

despite the somewhat state of dryness on his part and the clear, slight resignation of being caught in the rain. it's your counterpart who, this time, outstretches his hand. slender fingers and delicate wrist outstretched beyond the overhang as he takes a single step out into the downpour. this hand, smothered in passive fondness from the oncoming droplets is gestured in your direction. tips of his fingers bent in a natural curve, eyes patient and expression painted with a nervous smile.

and when you take it, hand in lovable hand, you find yourself thanking your lucky stars that you were reincarnated as human this time around. though, you suppose it wouldn't be that bad to be born in your next life a droplet of rain. as long as you got to meet him thirty times over.

taglist. @evilsailorsenshi @firstdonutllamafarm @222brainrot @scinclaitnoir thank you for supporting me! ♡

🗯️ CRIED. i cried. oh, i like him so much! so, so much! oh to be a girl and meet a man like kim doyoung ... (ME WHEN) anyway! hope i did him justice for his birthday. i love writing every day type love (if it wasn't obvious) and i feel like doyoung just fits that trope so well. there's something about him that is so endearingly ordinary, i love him (and the rain) TT

[lilacjaemin]

highway to heaven

pairing: dongyoung x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 677

summary: “pull over, let me drive for a while.”

a/n: inspired by #1 from 100 ways to say i love you and highway to heaven <3 also if you'd like some music to listen to while reading or while on your own nighttime drive, here’s my night drives playlist!!!!

the warm glow of the yellow lights lining the highway started to look fuzzy as you coasted along. dongyoung’s thumb brushed the back of your hand in rhythm with the mellow song on the radio. he sang along, the combination the motion of the car, his soft skin and his sweet voice tugging at your eyelids.

“when you told me you had a road trip playlist i assumed the whole thing would be upbeat,” you said through a yawn, “these songs are making me sleepy.”

“my daytime road trip playlist is upbeat,” he laughed, “this is the night time drive playlist.”

“you have too many playlists.” 

“first of all, they set the mood. second of all, it was your idea to leave at midnight!” he squeezed your hand.

“nobody’s on the roads at night, we’d get there so much faster.” you whined, shaking your head to wake yourself up.

“i know you didn’t sleep last night, you were so excited you almost kept me up too. and you've been bouncing around all day.”

you glanced at the clock. 3:02 am.

“are you not excited? a week at a gorgeous beach house on the coast, just the two of us, finally.” you sighed.

“of course i am,” he bit his lip to keep from smiling too hard, “it’ll be heaven.”

you rubbed at your eyes, those yellow lamp posts blending together once again as you flew down the highway. you opened the windows to get some air in your face, doyoung’s singing getting louder over the sound.

you felt alive. the excitement seeping in again, blurry lights zooming by, cold wind nipping at your skin, and doyoung’s palm against yours.

he alternated between slower ballads --serenading you with a water bottle microphone-- and more lively songs, dancing in his seat.

after an hour of wind swept hair and drowsy giggles, you closed the windows and settled back down.

you yawned and stretched your back, “we’re only a couple of hours away now.”

“pull over at the next rest stop, let me drive for a while.”

“baby it’s okay, if you just keep putting on faster songs i can-”

he leaned over and pecked your cheek, letting his lips linger, causing your eyes to flutter shut for a moment.

“oh yeah, you need to let me drive.” he laughed, sitting back in his seat. 

“no fair,” you pouted, “you can’t just surprise me like that.” 

you pulled into the dimly lit rest stop, doyoung running in to grab you both coffees. 

you sunk down into the passenger seat, pulling doyoung’s jacket from behind you across your lap as a blanket. you focused on the scent of his cologne swirling around the car and the guitar chords floating through the speakers.

doyoung arrived back at the car with two iced coffees in his hands. he knocked on the window and waited, but squinted and peeked through the glass when you didn't roll it down. he saw your sleeping figure curled up, ran around to the driver’s side and slipped in as quietly as he could. 

he put your drinks in the cup holder, lowered the radio and looked over at you. the way the red and white neon lights of the rest stop’s sign illuminated you. the way one of your hands was clutching his jacket to your chest and the other was strewn across the console, waiting to be held. the way your hair still looked a little wild around your face.

he couldn't help himself. he carefully balanced himself on his elbow and pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of your mouth. he watched your features subconsciously smooth out into a sleepy smile and swore he could feel his heart melting in his chest.

“i lied,” he whispered against your temple, “this is heaven. you are heaven.”

“sweet dreams,” he let his fingertips graze over some of the exposed skin of your thigh, “we’ll be there soon.”

he gently intertwined your fingers in his, sipped a bit of coffee, and pulled back out onto the highway.

[tyongf-nct]

Hello! Can you write something with Doyoung incubus? That black wings he wore at the fanmeeting just gave that vibe

this is also saurrr late so i apologize 😓 i could not for the life of me find a picture of this despite knowing what you’re talking about so i channeled the energy from these pics instead

‼️ mind the tags folks ‼️

dynamic: kim doyoung x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut, somnophilia, penetrative sex (fem receiving), tiny bit of dirty talk, dubcon from the outside but it’s actually consensual i just don’t have time to give an entire backstory okay i have no patience for plot 😔, oral sex (fem receiving), dream/reality confusion

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A dark shadow passes through your vision, your eyes cracked open to slits. No discernible shapes are visible as you writhe in pleasure, a second orgasm coiling deep in your abdomen.

Without your knowledge, Doyoung glances up at your half-asleep face, grinning fiendishly as he tongues inside your hole. The heady taste of your arousal spurs him on, his luminous skin slobbered with it. You vaguely hear the wet squelching of Doyoung eating you out, unsure if the wetness between your legs is your dream or reality.

Between your legs, Doyoung nips your inner thigh once before moving to grip your ankles with either hand. He pushes them back until your hips pop from the stretch, relishing in the sight of your exposed core. You unconsciously let out a whimper, shifting in your sleep as the cool breeze from the open window drafts by. Doyoung adjusts the both of you until he’s positioned at your entrance, swollen cock in hand. He pumps himself languidly, staring down at you with dilated pupils.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking needy. Even in your dreams you crave me so badly,” he murmurs. The low timbre of his voice nearly wakes you, but an overpowering wave of calm washes over you, and you find yourself nestled back into a deep sleep. You dream of pale hands running over the dips and valleys of your body, nipples peaking under sensuous touch. You dream of a thick cock fucking you full of hot come, the excess of it spilling out as an indistinct figure wrings climax after climax from you.

In the real world, Doyoung is doing something similar, thrusting madly into your soaking center as he fucks you into the night. Animalistic desire drives him to an almost crazed level, his face contorting in pleasure as you toss your head back and forth in your sleep. Small whimpers leave you in time with every deep thrust, the old bed creaking loud enough that Doyoung is convinced you will awaken. It isn’t enough to stop him, though, as you suddenly cry out and your thighs shake with your second orgasm.

“Fucking hell,” Doyoung grunts, fingers tight on your ankles as he pushes in and out of you savagely, hot come spilling into you just as it did in your dream. Doyoung shudders and stills, letting his come fill you up and refusing to let a single drop out. He releases one leg to brush his thumb over your lips, feeling your soft breath as you slumber innocently. Doyoung collapses on top of you, letting himself soak inside your tight pussy and inhaling your sweet scent.

[thewonandonly]

20:42 — what brings you here all of a sudden? crash into a world so still, chill kill enters like thunder, that thrill be makin' my mind ill. | chill kill by red velvet

the wet squelching of the rug under your feet was enough to make you cringe and give you chills, even more than the water that dripped from your dress down your skin. you walked at a painstakingly slow pace that could only be compared to stephen king's carrie. a shiver rolled down your spine as you walked down the hallway to where your boyfriend laid on the couch in the hotel room with a book in his hand.

a little context might work. it was 8 at night. there was a pool. you didn't have a swimsuit, so you didn't jump in. your boyfriend, who now laid dry on the couch, prim and proper, dry as the sahara desert, pushed you in. then left you there.

you weren't mad at him for pushing you in and ditching you. no, that was just a normal prank for the both of you. you would've done the exact same.

no, you were mad he ruined your dress. the 285 dollar dress you've been waiting months for, that you saved up money for.

as you stood there like a horror character from a movie, doyoung's head laid back on his arm, placing his finger in between the book pages, covering his mouth as he stifled a laugh, "what happened?" he teased.

another shiver and you grit your teeth at him, "my dress..."

doyoung chuckled, "yeah?" he glanced at you up and down, "probably shouldn't have pushed you into the pool while you were wearing white." he dog-eared the page of the book, sitting up on the couch.

you walked around the couch to stare at him, the water echoing between the two of you as you stood still, droplets hitting the floor, spreading your arms, "give me a hug." you whispered, demanding the hug, not even bothering to ask.

doyoung jumped up, holding his hand out, "no, no, i think i'm okay."

"come on, doyo, give me a hug."

doyoung made his way around the couch, staring at you as you chased him. "come on, yn, you wouldn't want my nice shirt to — oh, okay, there it is."

you were able to catch him, hugging him tightly with the wet fabric draped over your body. you mischievously chuckled as he groaned at the feeling of the chlorinated pool water seep into his own clothes.

"ah... so warm." you pulled away, smiling as you saw the front of his shirt turning a dark grey, "you got a little something there." you teased.

doyoung matched your look, pecking your lips softly, "i have a wonderful idea on how to warm up." he smiled, his hands lingering on your hips.

you rolled your eyes, "is this your way of apologizing about my dress?"

"maybe." doyoung chuckled.

maybe you could forgive him for his destroying of your dress, even if it wasn't by buying you another.

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[baeyrah]

HEPL ME FIND A FIC!!!

hi guyss, i know people don't know me at all, i don't have any followers or what so ever as I'm always a reader here..

but please I'm BEGGING you guys to help me find a taeyong's fic. I read it around 2 years ago.. i think...? 🥴

the plot is, taeyong is in mafia or a gang and he's in a mission. then they got ambushed or something that the other members had to flee first. taeyong's got hurt while fleeing and ended up at y/n's house.

then she treated him ( if I'm not mistaken she's a nurse) and like he fall for her, she fall for him, and then there's smutty scene... 👀 then if one of the member (as far as i remember doyoung) called him and say the gang needs him and he left y/n for few days then he come back and reveal the truth to y/n..

then taeyong want to get married with her and give up his title as the leader of mafia/gang. and then i don't really remember what happened but at the end taeyong died because he drank poison that was meant for y/n.. 😢

pleasee help me find itt, i cried for DAYS after reading this.. I'm DESPERATE!!!

[3raaaachachacha]

11:02 pm

Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.

You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.

Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.

You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.

Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.

It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.

“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."

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dad!doyoung | insta posts 2

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Cringiest Couple

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

⚠️ Cringe Alert ⚠️

Everyone outside NCT thinks Doyoung and Y/N are awkward bros like Doyoung and Renjun.

No no no. Let me correct you.

Introducing...

The cringiest couple on the entire planet!

You heard that right. They are so in love that the members cannot stand it.

"Get a room!" Jaehyun yelled, throwing a pillow at Doyoung and Y/N. They were cuddling and Doyoung was pinching Y/N's cheeks, mumbling about how cute he was. Y/N was giggling, provoking Jaehyun to do what he'd done.

"I don't wanna see you kissing my brother, Doyoung." Jaehyun gagged.

"Then don't." Doyoung said, making Jaehyun groan.

"Anyway, he's 4 years younger than you."

"I don't care." Doyoung said, pinching Y/N's cheeks again. "Jaemin is dating Kun and you don't care. They're twins."

"Jaemin can take care of himself." Jaehyun dismissed. "Y/N... Is a tiny little baby. MY baby. Coincidentally, you are the cringiest couple I've ever met."

"He's mine now." Doyoung smirked, looking at Jaehyun smugly when Y/N cuddled into him. "See?"

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"You know he's going to keep glaring at you forever right?" Y/N asked, tilting his head cutely.

"I know, but I don't care. You're too cute." Doyoung replied, pecking the younfers cheek. "Look, he's going crazy."

A red had spread around Jaehyuns ears and he was staring straight at the sappy couple.

"We'll leave Johnny hyung to deal with him." Y/N saidazily. "I love you."

"I love you too, my Prince."

Masterlist

[hannie-dul-set]

— arranged by: member (eldest to youngest) | date (latest to oldest) | type (full-length to drabbles to blurbs) i don’t recommend reading my older works because they’re terrible. still putting them on here for the sake of bookkeeping | last updated: 23.12.18 

BLUE HYDRANGEAS. wherein this time, it’s your breath that gets taken away and not the other way around.

PAIRING. lee taeyong x reader. GENRE. romance, humor, light angst, and of course the overall theme of the event  — dumbassery (this time, by y/n), florist! taeyong, contract killer! reader. WARNINGS. murder, death i mean lol, violence, swearing, mentions of blood, knives, & guns. WORD COUNT. 2.2k.

MISSED TIMINGS. drabble game; “do i look like i’ve moved on?”

PAIRING. lee taeyong x reader. GENRE. post breakup! au, angst. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 887.

CAUGHT RED HANDED. all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

PAIRING. kim doyoung x reader. GENRE. fluff, humor. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 804.

A FOOL’S GAME. were you the fool for being blind to his intentions? or was it he who forgot what his intentions were in the first place?

PAIRING. jung jaehyun x reader. GENRE. royal! au, drama, romance, angst, slight comedy. WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of death. WORD COUNT. 27.4k.

CONTRARIETY & CONFLUENCE. there was not an instance in your life where your judgement was proven to be mistaken— especially with regards to infatuations outside of your own. after an unpredicted introduction with a far too remarkable farm boy, you took it upon yourself to find a suitable match for him, not realizing that perhaps this time; your usual correct judgements might have been incorrect.

PAIRING. jung jaehyun x reader. GENRE. emma! au, matchmaking! au, strangers to lovers! au, slowburn, period romance, humor, one suggestive scene, very very tiny angst. WARNINGS. implied and borderline smut. WORD COUNT. 16.9k.

[doctor! au] [richkid! au] [sugardaddy! au] [bf discourse] [bf discourse]

PUT A FINGER DOWN. wherein mark lee finds you drunk for the first time and promises to himself that he should make sure that you never get wasted ever again.

PAIRING. mark lee x reader. GENRE. college! au, humor, fluff, suggestive, drunken mistakes that would probably make you cry in real life. WARNINGS. swearing, alcohol consumption, mature content (sexual & explicit jokes about fingers and — u get the gist) please read at your own discretion. WORD COUNT. 1.6k.

BIBINGKA. legend says that if you finish all nine night masses of simbang gabi, your wish will be granted. mark only hopes that it’s actually true because that’s his last chance in getting you to notice him (but wait— shouldn’t his wish only come true after the nine days?)

PAIRING. mark lee x reader. GENRE. christmas! au, crush! au, lots of fluff, mark is a piner, mark is also very awkward, some filipino references and customs. WARNINGS. swearing, religious themes. WORD COUNT. 6.9k.

HOW TO GET THE GUY. drabble game; “why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

PAIRING. mark lee x reader. GENRE. college! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff, humor. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 1.2k.

IS IT BECAUSE YOU’RE ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT ME? video call with your best friend, mark lee.

PAIRING. mark lee x reader. GENRE. long distance (not so relationship) relationship, mutual pining, angsty themes. WARNINGS. none. WORD COUNT. 428.

[hotsauce! au] [bf discourse] [bf discourse] [coworkers! au] 

DO YOU WANT ME (DEAD)? murder and making out.

PAIRING. huang renjun x reader. GENRE. high school! au, suggestive. WARNINGS. attempted murder, mentions of blood and self injury, veryy descriptive kissing, mc has a few screws lost, swearing, depictions of unstable behavior. WORD COUNT. 1.8k.

[friends to lovers! au] [skater! au] [skater! au] [tough love! au] [mermaid! au] [tutor! au]

I (HAVE/HAD) A CRUSH ON YOU. running into a past crush at your best friend’s birthday party wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t— well— all that.

PAIRING. lee jeno x reader GENRE. crush! jeno, college! au, rom-com, mildly suggestive moments. WARNINGS. swearing, smoking, mentions of dicks and balls (sorry), an awful amount of men and boys being boys. WORD COUNT. 5.8k

I’LL TAKE YOUR WORD FOR IT AND NO ONE ELSE’S. maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it.

PAIRING. lee jeno x reader. GENRE. friends to something, fluff, lots of bickering. WARNINGS. swearing, invasion of privacy(?) lmao. WORD COUNT. 2.1k.

IT’S FOR YOU. all it took was the heavy rainfall from the sky to clear up your misunderstandings.

PAIRING. lee jeno x reader. GENRE. e2l (sort of), fluff. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 1.5k.

[ceo! au] [spacecore! aesthetic] [hotsauce! au] [bf discourse]

KATHANG ISIP. musings of the mind and heart are always dangerous— it’s easy to get carried away and get lost in your made up scenarios, rose colored wishes, and fleeting daydreams of what you thought would be. that is until reality hits you like the crashing of an ocean’s waves.

PAIRING. lee donghyuck x reader. GENRE. roommates! au, college! au, brief roadtrip! au, angst, fluff, humor. also let’s pretend hyuck cannot drive and that his hometown is elsewhere for the sake of plot, thanks. WARNINGS. swearing, alcohol consumption, one descriptive kissing scene, lots and lots of overthinking. WORD COUNT. 19.8k

DATING 101. drabble game; “you’re not very intimidating”.

PAIRING. lee donghyuck x reader. GENRE. highschool! au, fluff, slight suggestive, slight humore, wannabe badboy! haechan. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 678.

SHAMELESS. drabble game; “did you just— did you just kiss me?” “yeah” “do it again”.

PAIRING. lee donghyuck x reader. GENRE. enemies! au, fluff, humor, co-worker! haechan. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 997.

[grunge! aesthetic] [lipstick! au] [bf discourse]

CAN’T HANDLE THIS. how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. strangers to lovers, college! au, matchmaking! au, yet another richkid! au, jaemin is an asshole again, romance, humor. WARNINGS. excessive swearing, a near death experience, drinking and smoking, more than a handful of illegal shit, mentions of vomit, blood, violence, too much sexual tension it’s unhealthy, again jaemin is kind of a dick but he’s an attractive dick, jaemin also likes it when you tell him his personality is trash. WORD COUNT. 16k.

IT TAKES FOUR YEARS TO GROW A PEACH TREE. humans are fickle in nature— it takes a great deal of patience, fortitude, and devotion to have a heart that remains constant. that or having an absolute tolerance for all pain and torment that comes in exchange.

so when you are once again met by the ex-boyfriend that you’ve desperately avoided for four years after tearing up his heart, it becomes a test of how much you can endure, and how much more you’re willing to endure after realizing that you’re still in love with him when his love has already been weathered down.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader GENRE. exes to lovers! au, college! au, romance, angst, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, SLOW AS FUCK BURN, pining, lots of pushing and pulling, the “its always been you” trope, a modern retelling-ish of jane austen’s persuasion. WARNINGS. swearing, heartbreak, alcohol consumption, parental pressure, stress and anxiety, one scene with a nosebleed, jaemin is kind of a dick in the beginning, mentions of hospitals, one scene with a creep, one makeout scene, ghosting, breakup, a lot of me projecting. WORD COUNT. currently 54k.

ARAW-ARAW. mahiwaga— someone or something that you’ll choose every single day no matter the circumstance. and for you, that was na jaemin. even if time decides to set you apart.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. childhood friends to lovers! au, college! au, romance, slow-ish burn, fluff, humor, tiny angst, biology major jaemin and art major mc HEHE. WARNINGS. excessive swearing, insecurities, some sex jokes LMAO, i project a lot in this i’m sorry JSFJG. WORD COUNT. 14.5k.

US, AGAIN. they say history repeats itself, but you’d like to disagree. you had to disagree. history changes, even if you had to force it. but when all your attempts to twist fate were met by nothing but the flashing recurrences of the past, what were you supposed to do?

or, wherein you try everything in your power to have nothing to do with na jaemin, but na jaemin wants nothing but you.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. college! au, historical! au, soulmate! au, past lives, forbidden love stuff, reincarnation, romance, drama, humor, angst, fluff, looots of flashbacks, this is an entire kdrama, very loosely inspired by the webtoon “see you in my 19th life”. WARNINGS. (updated as the series goes on) character death/s, night terrors, murder, terminal illness, hospital mentions, gun mentions, inaccurate depictions of the joseon era for the sake of plot lmao. WORD COUNT. currently 4.9k.

TOP OF THE WORLD. things had always been the same in the world of na jaemin— him sitting on a throne above everyone else. that was the natural order. but the world as jaemin knew it began to shake after a few fated encounters with someone at the bottom of the food chain.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. private school! au, one sided e2l lmao, a dash of fake dating, romance, heavily suggestive themes, lots and lots of sexual tension and power dynamics. WARNINGS. bullying (lots of it), public humiliation, mildly nsfw, borderline smut, implied smut, swearing, jaemin being a literal asshole. WORD COUNT. 15.6k.

HOSTILITY. making out with the person you hate the most.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. suggestive, stageplay! au. WARNINGS. making out, swearing, reader tells jaem to k himself, reader spits on jaem’s face and he does something…questionable. WORD COUNT. 438.

DO IT AGAIN. maybe you should have paid more attention to your boyfriend. he isn’t always petty, but he has his limits.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. fluff, established relationship! au. WARNINGS. alcohol consumption, kissing. WORD COUNT. 576.

DON’T THINK, JUST DO. an overthinker, a piece of advice, a sudden confession, and a subtle meltdown.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. high school! au, f2l, fluff, humor. WARNINGS. swearing. WORD COUNT. 1.6k.

WHAT BEST FRIENDS DO. drabble game; “i need a hug”.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader. GENRE. high school! au, maybe secret relationship! au, fluff, light humor. WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of food. WORD COUNT. 988.

[secret agents! au] [richkid! au] [boyfriend! au] [neighbor! au] [spiderman! au] [softcore! aesthetic] [racer! au] [vampire! au] [bf discourse] [bf discourse] [best friends to lovers! au] [reincarnation! au]

[johnny royal! au] [yuta punk! aesthetic] [yuta bf discourse] [kun richkid! au] [jungwoo royalcore! aesthetic] [jisung bf discourse]

NCT & WAYV MASTERLIST. © hannie-dul-set.

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Introduction post

Who am I?

I don't know either if I'm being honest... Okay okay. My name is Sharpie, and I'm a Kpop NSFW writer. I mostly write smut, yes, but I also write fluff and angst and all other kinds of stuff. I pretty much only write GxG stuff, but I do write G!P!! Often. I occasionally write for NCT(all units) but I am quite new to them 😅 it's the only BG I will write... For now.

I use She/Her pronouns and I am a big dumb useless Sapphic. I love women.

Requests

Am I open to requests? Yeah. All the time!!

I can write blurbs, whole fanfics, small or big oneshots, headcanons... Anything.

Just ask me 😋 Don't be afraid to be specific, I love when it's specific 🙏🙏

Blacklisted things

I will not write smut about minors in any way. Keep in mind, these are real people.

No !nc3st. Again, real people. It's weird. Also I have bad experiences with this concept, so it makes me ick

No watersports or scat, just not my thing yk?

Main pairings

Okay so main pairings are the ones who I mostly write for. I will not do minor x adult unless there's like only a 1/2/3 year age gap. But no smut!!

I will write about other ships as well, so you can request other things obviously 😀 I also can do Idol/Reader 🙏

(G)I-DLE

Minqi(Yuqi/Minnie)

2yeon(Soyeon/Miyeon

Sooshu(Soojin/Shuhua)

Stayc

Isayoon(Isa/Yoon)

TWICE

Satzu(Sana/Tzuyu)

Sahyo(Sana/Jihyo)

Dubchaeng(Dahyun/Chaeyoung)

Michaeng(Mina/Chaeyoung)

Dahmo(Dahyun/Momo)

What's Nayeon and Sana's ship name...

Motzu(Momo/Tzuyu)

3mix(Jeongyeon/Jihyo/Nayeon)

AESPA

Ningselle(Ningning/Giselle)

Jiminjeong(Karina/Winter)

Winning(Winter/Ningning)

LE SSERAFIM

Summerz(Chaewon/Kazuha)

Purinz(Yunjin/Chaewon)

Petalz(Kazuha/Sakura)

Hotcoolz(Yunjin/Sakura)

IZ*ONE

Chaekkura(Chaeyeon/Sakura)

Jinjoo(Yujin/Minju)

Yenyul(Yena/Yuri)

Ssamyul(Chaewon/Yuri)

Annyeongz(Yujin/Wonyoung)

Wonnako(Wonyoung/Nako)

Kangbi(Hyewon/Eunbi)

Woolimz(Chaewon/Eunbi)

Newjeans

Note: I only write smut for Hanni and Minji

Bbangsaz(Minji/Hanni)

What's the name for Haerin/Hyein 😢

Danielle/Minji. I know only Catnipz, Bbangsaz and Kittyz for names 💔

Blackpink

Chaennie(Rosé/Jennie)

Chaelisa(Rosé/Lisa)

IVE

Sentimentals(Gaeul/Rei)

2kim(Gaeul/Liz)

Lizrei(Liz/Rei)

Annyeongz(Wonyoung/Yujin)

LOONA

Yvesoul(Yves/Jinsoul)

Lipsoul(Jinsoul/Kim Lip)

Chuuves(Chuu/Yves)

Chuusoul(Chuu/Jinsoul)

Vives(Vivi/Yves)

Mamamoo

Wheebyul(Wheein/Moonbyul)

Moonsun(Moonbyul/Solar)

Hwabyul(Hwasa/Moonbyul)

Wheesun(Wheein/Solar)

ITZY

Chaerji(Chaeryeong/Yeji)

Yuchae(Yuna/Chaeryeong)

Ryuryeong(Ryujin/Chaeryeong)

Ryeji(Ryujin/Yeji)

2Shin(Yuna/Ryujin)

Jinlia(Ryujin/Lia)

YeNa(Yeji/Yuna)

NCT(all units included)

Dotae(Doyoung/Taeyong)

Yuwin(Yuta/Winwin)

Kunwin(Kun/Winwin)

Kunten(Kun/Ten)

Johnmark(Johnny/Mark)

Haeil(Haechan/Taeil)

Winyang(Winwin/Yangyang)

Crossover ships

Jenzuha(Jennie/Kazuha(BP, LSRF))

Chaejeong?? Winwon??(Chaewon/Winter(AESPA, IZ/LSRF)

Ryurina(Ryujin/Karina(ITZY, AESPA))

Ryuwinrina(Ryujin/Karina/Winter(ITZY, AESPA))

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I'll use some tags for this account when I talk about different things.

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Ship tags. Ofc

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✶ your idiot, you idiot! ; kim doyoung.

synopsis. you hate kim doyoung and he hates you. okay, maybe he doesn't hate you because who in their right mind kisses their mortal enemy?

info. comfort, angst. kim doyoung x gn!reader. enemies to lvrs trope. 1.6k+ words

warnings. upset y/n 🥲, doyoung being a lil shit, doyoung being confusing!!!!, poor haruto T^T!!!, grammatical/structural errors, proofread-ish, lowercase/small text indented!!! enjoyyyy!!! <333

you've despised kim doyoung for as long as you can remember and you plan to keep it that way.

it all started back in kindergarten when he stomped all over your flower crown and when the teachers asked him to apologize, he straight up said no in that mousey little voice of his.

from that day forward, you promised to never engage with doyoung ever again, and you kept that promise as if your life depended on it.

looking back on it now, especially at your age, it seems a bit childish continuing a feud that no longer served you any good.

you've honestly thought about reaching out to him and resolving your kindergarten beef but as you got older, you began to realize that maybe kim doyoung just... actually hated you.

you had no clue why, he was the one that crush your beloved flower crown that took all of recess, so why was he treating you this way?

it was almost like he thrived on ruining your life. it seemed as if he was the first person to torment you no matter the situation.

if there was ever a "i hate y/n" club, you can confidently say that kim doyoung would be the founder, president, and vice president.

today, you find yourself in front of your locker, neatly placing your books inside, grabbing your needed items for class. as soon as you closed your locker, you're met face to face with none other than the kim doyoung himself.

you internally groan, but your face remains unreadable. you cock an eyebrow, silently asking him what he wanted. he stayed silent, nothing but a knowing smirk on his face.

oh, what you would give to wipe that damned look on his face!

you shove past him, walking to your class that you unfortunately share. he's quick to follow, maintaining speed as you attempt to walk faster.

"so," he starts, you roll your eyes, "watanabe asked you out?" he snickers.

"why do you care, kim?" you sighed, tone monotonous almost as if you were bored.

"it's true then?" he asks another question, you ignore him and continue making your way down the hall to your class.

he scoffs at your rudeness, "you know it's got to be a joke, right?" he states and there's a stutter in your step before you stop completely.

you can almost hear that stupid smirk make it's way to his face but you muster up all the courage in you to turn around. eyes meeting, and ah, there it is. a smirk that is very much present on his face.

"why do you care?" you ask again, and just for a moment you see his face falter but he quickly covers it up with another famous smug grin.

he opens his mouth but closes it, and now it's your turn for a smug grin. you made him flustered and it's like a fish out of water. almost... how do you say it? refreshing?

"i-i don't, i'm just telling you!" he defends himself and all you can do is giggle. his face flushes pink as your laugh grows more boisterous.

you dramatically place your hands on your stomach, lurching over as you laugh harder. your laughs soon turn to short chuckles as you wipe tears from you face.

"that's a good one doyoung!" you say between broken laughs as if he was a stand up comedian.

he rolls his eyes, ready to speak but you cut him off by shoving a hand in front of him, face scrunched up as you shake your head 'no', another laugh escaping.

turning on your heel, you make your way into class. your seat mate luckily being your best friend, you told her the whole spiel and her eyes were as wide as saucers by the time you got to the good part.

time flies by fast and before you know it, your day is done. you pack your things in record time, swinging your bag on your shoulder, saying a quick good bye to your best friend and made your way to the tree haruto asked you to meet at.

you take long strides, fixing your hair and uniform before hand to make it look like you didn't just run here... which you totally just did.

before you could even make it out the door, a hand grabs your wrist pulling you towards them.

you let out a loud yelp, attempting to find the culprit, much to your surprise it's kim doyoung.

you push yourself away from him, flailing your arms around in disbelief. you groan, crossing your arms in annoyance.

"what do you want, doyoung?!" you almost yell, he shoves his hands out in front of you, going in an up and down motion while shushing you. "keep it down, will you?" he says.

he grabs your forearm, attempting to lead you to somewhere more private but you pull your arm back to you.

you look at each other in disbelief.

'what is up with him?'

'why are they so stubborn?'

you both just stare at one another, millions of thoughts running through both their heads.

when did doyoung become so... pretty?

you shake the idea out of your head, deciding to just walk away and head over to haruto.

doyoung tries to grab your arm one more time and this time actually succeeds in keeping you put by planting his lips onto yours in a soft kiss.

you freeze, hands hovering over his shoulders, your eyes remain open as his lips stay firmly against yours.

you push him back gently and end the soft butterfly-like kiss before you both stare at each other like moments prior, haruto soon forgotten.

doyoung blinks rapidly before he looks away, "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that." he quietly says, unsure whether to look at you or not. you scoff, grabbing his chin with your forefinger and thumb, forcing him to look at you.

you quickly let go of his face upon making eye contact, crossing your arms again. you jerk your head forward, shrugging as if telling him to elaborate.

to your surprise, he does. he starts rambling and you have to stop him multiple times to actually understand what he's saying.

"doyoung, i thought you hated me."

"i could never hate you, y/n. i love you!" he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

you let out a deep breath. you weren't sure why you held in the first place. maybe it was because you knew that you never really hated him. that deep down, doyoung already had your heart from the get-go.

you had no clue and you had no idea what possessed you to lunge forward and kiss him again but you did it anyway.

you caught him off guard but he was quick to regain his bearings and wraps his arms around your waist.

you both kiss one another with years worth of pent-up frustration from this tricky relationship. all anger and resentment slowly washing away.

you pull away gently, doyoung follows and attempts to reconnect your lips but only gets a airy laugh in return.

you rest your foreheads together, "you know that you're a complete and utter idiot, right?" you ask jokingly, he shrugs, "yeah. your idiot, you idiot." he says, "how smooth!" you laugh, slapping his chest lightly.

"i'm sorry for stomping on your flower crown and not apologizing," doyoung starts, "i just thought you were pretty!" you laugh in disbelief.

"hm... i don't know..." you tap your chin, feigning hesitancy. "how about i make you a new one, on a date perhaps?" he asks hopefully, arms holding you tighter.

you smile softly, nodding, "deal." earning himself another kiss, and another, and another, you get the jist!

and let's just say that everyone was a little confused when they saw you and doyoung holding hands at school the next day.

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume @tayhunwoo @h4chi

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. poor ruto!! 😞😞 did not mean to do my man like that but it's... it's... IT'S DOYOUNG!!!! what was i supposed to do man... u can't blame me 🫣🫣 ignore the fact that tags don't allow commas so the story tag is literally... "your idiot idiot!" LMFAOOOOOOOO

© ACAIASAHI 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYING, TRANSLATING, AND REPOSTING IS PROHIBITED.

[pixieminutes]

a fluffy blurb with doyoung🥺 #11 and #23

김도영 + #11 + #23

18:10 - “doyoung! you took so long to pick up!” you whined with a laugh.

doyoung smiled, “hmm, i was just thinking.”

“that’s unusual,” you giggled.

doyoung couldn’t even be mad when your giggle sounded like that.

“what’s got you so deep in thought, anyway?”

doyoung shrugged, “i was just thinking about you.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re crazy, kim doyoung.”

“crazy about you,” doyoung smirked.

you laughed, “you know i like you, like a lot a lot a lot.”

“mm, i may have heard.”

“and?”

“and what?” doyoung teased.

“and you?”

doyoung smiled, “i love you, you know that.”

“l-love? doyoung, i said like.”

“and?”

you giggled, “well... i love you too.”

[ppangjae]

Model!Doyoung + You’re being greasy and it’s making me feel weird. I don’t want to feel weird.”

author’s note. ahhh doyoung! i’ve been wanting to write for doyoung for the longest time but i never got around to it. the opportunity is here and i’ve taken full advantage of it. hope you like it!

this is a request from a prompt drabble game i opened! the game will only be open until Sunday, August 2nd, 2020, 9:00 PM est! if you’re interested in sending a request, send it here!

“Can you just sit still?”

Doyoung looks up at you through his eyelashes. You’re too busy fixing his eyeshadow to even notice him staring at you. A warm smile spreads across his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m almost done, just sit still for a couple more minutes.” You say.

As you’re putting on eyeliner, Doyoung watches you lean in closer to his face. Your face is inches away from his and he suddenly doesn’t know how to act. His eyes dart elsewhere, anywhere away from your eyes. You look completely unfazed. You’re probably used to it. Right, you’re definitely used to it, you’ve been his makeup artist since his debut.

But he can’t help the connection he has with you. It was a huge coincidence for the two of you to be the same age. The both of you work perfectly together. All of his photos turn out beautifully and effortlessly perfect. He wishes that people would acknowledge everyone that works behind the scenes at every photoshoot. 

“Do you feel uncomfortable with me up close like this?” He asks out of nowhere, catching you off guard. Your eyes meet his and your eyebrows raise with surprise. You gulp nervously.

You shake your head. “No, this is part of my job, Doyoung.”

“What? Being up close to models while doing their makeup like this?” He smirks and you glare at him.

“It’s not like I’m going to do your eyeliner by standing two metres away from you like this,” you tease him by leaning away from him and doing his eyeliner with an outstretched arm. 

He chuckles. “If it’s part of your job, then, I’m glad it is.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because,” he says, slowly getting up from his seat. He’s slightly bending down his legs to lean closer to you. Now you’re the one who’s completely taken off guard. His face inches closer to yours and now you’re not sure how to act. “It gives me a chance to count your eyelashes, to admire your eyes whenever they smile.”

You clear your throat, pressing your hands on his chest and pushing him back to his seat. Your coworkers are looking at the both of you with curious eyes.

“You’re being greasy and it’s making me feel weird. I don’t want to feel weird.” You mutter and he grins.

“But sometimes, it’s a shame having you up close.” He frowns.

“Stop it,” you hiss through your teeth.

“Because I have to fight the urge to kiss you.”

[najaemein]

[ 18:44 ] You shouldn’t be sitting by yourself. You should be on the dance floor, your dress swaying as you dance with your date. But you felt like you were unworthy to share such a happy occasion as your sister danced with her newly wedded husband to a singer you knew all too well. It felt like salt in a wound as the voice of Ex-Boyfriend!Doyoung fills the room with his gentle voice, reminding you of who you lost.

[3raaaachachacha]

11:22 pm 

Seo Johnny x female reader / 623 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, heated make out, friends to lovers

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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You had known Johnny for quite a few years now. Never thinking of him as any more than, well, Johnny. The man was the funniest person you’d ever met and your best friend. He, of course, was still a guy, and a handsome one at that, yet the thought of wanting him never passed your mind. Until the two of you were tipsy off beer and soju at your friend’s house to celebrate their birthday. The night was still young, yet everyone was already drunk. You sat next to Johnny as he conversed with your friends. He was always more outgoing than you were. 

You shivered, something that happened whenever you drank. It seemed your body temperature couldn’t quite process alcohol as fast as others, making your body cold. Johnny noticed as he pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped around your waist, “Cold already? You’ve only had a few shots.”

You chuckled out of embarrassment. It wasn’t that you were drunk already, you just were cold. A small blush adored your cheeks, “Yeah, leave me alone J. You know how I get when I drink.”

He pulled you closer to him as he now faced you, “I know how you love to snuggle with me when you drink. And how cute you get when you get all flustered like this,” He chuckled to himself, “Is that blush all for me?”

You pouted slightly, smacking his chest, “If you don’t stop making fun of me Seo, I swear to god-”

“What? What are you gonna do?” He taunted, moving closer to your face, only inches away now.

You could feel your heart beginning to race. Why was it racing? This had never happened before. Was it because you hadn’t been touched by a man in so long? Was it because Johnny was in fact handsome? Or the new long locks he rocked, making his jawline seem sharper?

“It’s cute when you try and act all big and tough,” He winked at you, moving a piece of hair to put behind your ear as his eyes stayed glued to you as if you were a prey he was stalking, “Stop giving me that look.”

“What look?” You asked, innocently, not realizing just how intensely you were staring at him, leaning closer as if on cue.

“Like you want me to kiss you,” He said with features softening as if he knew the answer already to his own statement. 

Your eyes went big, yet not being able to break your glare, “What if I want you to?” You couldn’t stop yourself before the words slipped out of your mouth.

Johnny scoffed to himself with a smirk written on his pretty mouth, “Follow me,” He said, extending a hand for you to take as you listened, following him up the stairs and into your friend’s guest room.

Just as the door shut, his lips were on yours. You swore your heart was about to pop out of your chest from how hard it was beating. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to you, and intensifying the kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his tone chest. The kiss was slow at first and soon heated and passionate as if this was way overdue for the both of you. You felt your back hit the cool wall as his warm body pressed against you, feeling something hard against your hip.

Your eyes went wide as the two of you pulled away to catch your breath, foreheads pressed against one another, “Seems like we waited a bit too long to do that, don’t you think?”

You giggled at his comment, “Let’s not wait any longer. It’s only torturing us both.”  

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