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multifandomslxt · 1 year ago

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Quiet Rage

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: bsf!Johnny x reader

Synopsis: You wanted to test a theory and ended up making Johnny "Quiet Rage" Suh pissed all the way off. Surely he wouldn't take it out on you though right? after all, you were his best friend.

WARNING: THIS IS SMUT...arguably one of my dirtiest yet. reader is a little shit and Johnny is the quiet guy in the friend group. Johnny in glasses. Dirty and I mean DIRTY talk. spit, sweat, mentions of bruising skin, drooling, overstimulation, exhibitionism via video call, just dirty stuff alright

A/N: This took forever to get out and I apologize for that. it's exam season and I really wanted this out so I pulled some all-nighters. so I apologize for the grammatical errors and so on. I'm very very nervous about this because I did not expect the teaser to get that much attention. but anyway, enjoyyy. @neoculturecollectives @calibabii21

"I swear, Johnny's into you," your girlfriend claims, and you almost spit out your latte. You shoot her a look, throat burning, and coffee dribbling down your chin. "What the hell makes you say that?"

She rolls her eyes, handing you a napkin. "Come on, babe. The guy gives you that intense stare all the time."

You stare at her in disbelief. "He gives everyone that stare. It's just Johnny."

She grunts in frustration. "Y/n, he calls you 'baby' for crying out loud."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "So? It's not like it's some romantic declaration."

This scenario is all too familiar, and it annoys you. People always misread Johnny and you, trying to turn your perfectly platonic relationship into something more.

"Alright, if you're so confident, come with me to Jay's party tonight," she challenges.

Your heart sinks.

Jay, aka Jaehyun, is her boyfriend, and you've crossed paths quite a bit. But you already know you can't go.

"He doesn't like you like that, right? So let's settle it, Y/n. Let's end the speculation."

"That's dumb. I don't need to prove anything," you argue. But truth be told, your heart is still doing somersaults. You both know why you won't go, or rather, can't.

Johnny has this strict no-party rule for you. Sounds stupid, but it's his way of keeping you safe. One bad experience with some idiot led to this.

"Come on, just this once, and I'll drop it, promise," she pleads.

"Fine" you reply, already feeling your energy drain.

You find yourselves in what's supposed to be Jay's living room turned dance floor.

"Where's that man?" your friend complains beside you.

You hadn't been paying much attention to her anyway. Tonight, you're on a mission to prove a point. Yep, you're scanning for Johnny.

"Yo, ladies!" A familiar voice greets you from behind.

It's Mark. Awkward, cute, and definitely on some kind of high.

weed probably

"Markieee." you smiled and hugged him.

"Have you seen Jay?" your friend asks, not even bothering to greet Mark.

"In the upstairs bathroom," Mark replies, the thumping bass of the music echoing through the house.

"Thanks, y/n, call me if you need me," she says, her voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and chatter.

"Okay," you agree, even though you know she's most likely going to be too busy to pick up. With that, she confidently stalks off into the lively chaos to find her man.

You're still hugging Mark throughout that, the music's pulsating rhythm vibrating through your bodies, and neither of you makes a move to release the other.

"Markie, how high are you right now?" you ask, half amused and half concerned, the scent of various substances hanging in the air.

"I'm not high," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

Yep, he's as high as a damn kite. "Alright, let's get you seated," you decide, guiding him through the animated crowd.

You hug him a little tighter to your side as you maneuver through the sea of people, completely unaware that the man you had been scanning for was silently observing you from across the dimly lit room.

Johnny tilts his head ever so slightly, the ambient lights flickering, casting enigmatic shadows on his intense expression as he observes you cradling the nearly unconscious Mark in your arms.

"Yo, Johnny! Where you goin'?" Heachan's voice echoes from the kitchen, where the clinking of glasses and laughter weave through the air.

"You can't bail on me now, man. You promised to try this strain with me," Hexhan pleads, his tone a mix of whining and cajoling.

"Another time," Johnny responds tersely, striding away without a backward glance.

Johnny can't fathom any sober reason for Mark to be draped over you like that.

"And you shouldn't even be here," Johnny muses to himself.

"Y/n," his gruff voice calls out, a single word that carries volumes.

You pivot, finding yourself face to face with your long-time best friend, a man whose relationship with you blurs between suspected boyfriend, occasional fling, or perhaps something more permanent.

His towering figure looms over you like an impending storm, his mouth contorted in a sneer, eyebrows knitted in displeasure. A quick appraisal reveals he's opted for a relaxed ensemble tonight—black hoodie and grey joggers, his signature black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

"Johnny, I've been looking for you. Where the hell were y--"

"Y/n, have I ever told you that your tits make the best pillows ever? Oh my god," Mark interjects, completely oblivious to Johnny's presence.

In one swift motion, Johnny shoves Mark away, causing him to collide with people behind you.

"Johnny, what the fuck!" you gasp, caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? I'm only asking once," Johnny demands, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck, forcefully pulling you into the shelter of his chest.

"Answer the question."

"I'm here for you," you assert, making no attempt to deceive.

"You could've called me if you missed me so much, baby," he responds, his voice softening, and his eyebrows gradually easing.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to have fun too," you argue.

It becomes apparent that you've made the wrong choice as his hand tightens slightly around your neck.

"Have fun at home. No parties. I'm sure I told you that," his voice remains calm, but the increasing pressure on the back of your neck contradicts his demeanor.

"Go home. Now," he states, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, your body twitches as if to comply, but it seems you're on a defiant streak tonight.

"No. I'll stay and have fun. I've seen you now, so I'll just go look for the others and enjoy myself," you declare.

He stares at you, a blank facial expression revealing nothing.

"Y/n, baby, go home," he says softly.

Successfully prying yourself from his grip, you retort, "No."

You stalk off, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, hands straight by his sides, and his gaze unwaveringly black yet watchful.

As you navigate through the crowd, encounter familiar faces here and there.

You find yourself on your umpteenth shot of tequila when, unexpectedly, you're invited to a game of truth or dare, courtesy of Haechan.

Johnny is nowhere to be found, and the absence begins to stir a sense of worry and nervousness within you.

The game had unfolded over an extended period, leaving your mind increasingly hazy with each passing moment. Holding your liquor was never your forte.

You observed as the bottle spun and twirled before ultimately settling on the guy positioned beside you.

"dare" the guy simply said.

"I dare you to kiss y/n," Haechan's slurred yet mischievous voice announced.

As Haechan proclaimed his dare, Johnny ambled into the room, seemingly oblivious to your presence, it left you feeling bothered and angry.

Fine, you mused, if he's going to act that way.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other inscrutable force, but you found yourself impulsively lunging towards the guy next to you. Teeth clashed in a messy, audacious kiss, and, fueled by the audacity of the dare, you dared to explore further by delving your tongue into his mouth.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers, making your heart swell.

Basking in the attention, you pushed the boundaries, only to be abruptly seized by the neck for the second time that night, this time by none other than Johnny himself.

Without hesitation, he mused, "Go to the car and sit. I'll be there soon."

"But, Joh—"

"Go. To. The. Car, Y/n, and shut your fucking mouth. I said I'll be there soon," he asserted, his words punctuated through gritted teeth.

The last ten minutes had passed in utter silence as both of you sat in the car.

When Johnny finally slid into the driver's seat, his gaze never once met yours. Without a word, he started the car and left the party, only sparing you attention when he needed to secure your seatbelt.

The oppressive silence weighed on you.

"That was a fun game, wasn't it?" you ventured, attempting to break the tension.

Silence persisted.

"I bet Haechan has a video of it. Probably gonna send it to the group later," you added, attempting to inject a touch of levity into the atmosphere, though your laughter carried an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"Quit playing with me." He bites back, completely unamused by your attempt at a joke.

Your body stills as you stare wide-eyed at the man beside you. You didn't expect that from him. He wasn't the type to be so aggressive, especially with you.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, John." You said weakly. He had to understand, you were just trying to get his attention.

"But it did y/n and now I'm gonna have to show you what happens when you don't fucking listen" He rages quietly, eyes still on the road ahead.

It was always quiet with him.

little did you know.

To the untrained eye, he seemed cool and collected. But, you could tell he wasn't quite there. Maybe it was the way he squeezed the life out of the steering wheel or how he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. Or, you know, the massive tent in his pants…

either way, you knew

somehow, you managed to piss off Johnny Suh.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to apologize because you have no fucking idea what I have planned for you." He momentarily looks at you just long enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes

Arriving at Johnny's apartment, you found yourself comfortably settled on his couch while he busied himself in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for you. Since his remark on the way here, a palpable silence hung in the air.

As he approached you with the glass of water, he broke the silence, "Thought of a way to apologize yet?"

You glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," you managed to utter, your gaze dropping to the floor, a strange sense of shame washing over you.

He snorted in response, "That's all you came up with, Y/n?"

Meeting his disappointed gaze, you took a deep breath. "I should've known better," you added quietly.

He sighed, handing you the glass of water. "Drink."

Taking the glass from his hands, you started sipping as he watched you in silence. Then, without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly remarked, "I'm going to fuck some sense into you and then fuck it out of you."

You choked on your water, hastily wiping at your mouth as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your apology wasn't going to satisfy me anyway. I made up my mind when you said no the first time," he asserted, his tone casual yet loaded with an underlying intensity that left you flustered and strangely intrigued.

"And what if I don't want it." You daringly ask.

you knew you did.

The way he was watching you made that clear as day.

"Then say no." He shrugs

"Now finish the drink and head upstairs when you're done."he adds

and you did exactly that.

Johnny was a man. You knew that, he knew that, and the whole world knew that. But sometimes, it felt like you didn't always keep that obvious characteristic at the forefront of your mind, as you should have.

Entering the room, nothing struck you as special. It was the same as always: his bed in the middle of the space, surrounded by walls adorned with retro posters and pictures he had taken over the years with friends, family, and you. Despite the numerous times you had visited his home, particularly his room, it didn't feel as intimate as it did now, and for some reason, that excited you.

As you let your gaze wander, movement from the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you turned your focus to a strangely quiet Johnny.

You both stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like long, drawn-out minutes.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you to strip, y/n," he said seriosusly.

You hiccup, startled. "E-excuse me?"

He stepped closer to you. "Fucking strip."

Your heart hammered in your chest at the complete unfamiliarity of the situation.

"John, you can't be seri—"

His hands fisted in your hair, causing you to tilt your head up, meeting his hard gaze. "Strip. I won't ask again. You're always free to leave, y/n, but you and I both know you don't want to."

"move your hand"

you twist and turn writhing your body all over his bed, hand trying to stop his fingers from fucking into you.

"Johnny, please! I said i was sorry " you scream as tears line your eyes

"I said move your fucking hand" he grabs your writs and pins the above your head

his fingers pummeling into you repeatedly. long and thick. you felt like you could feel all the ridges and callouses on them. all the fucking veins. it was torture.

SQUELCH SQUELCH

you try to squeeze your thighs together only for him to pry them back open almost immediately.

it was almost embarrassing just how wet you were really

"God. Fuck you're all over my sheets baby hmm" he moans his eyes never leaving your pussy.

almost.

that did it for you though

"Johnny, Johnny m'cumming"

“not yet baby”

you couldn't hold it

“Y/n, I said not yet” his actions contradicted his words as his fingers curled rubbing against your g spot

your body involuntarily shoots up off the bed as your lower abdomen contracts

"I can't hold it."

You cum with a high-pitched scream. Squirting all over Johnny's hand before lifelessly falling back on the bed.

you’re trying to get your breathing under control when you hear Johnny’s displeased voice

"you don't fucking listen do you"

fingers still in you, he manages to add even more pleasure relentlessly pumping into you

your legs start trembling from the intense pressure building in your abdomen once again.

Your scream is ear piercing as you cum for the fourth time

fifth...

you don't even know.

gosh, He hadn't even fucked you yet

you didn't even realize the drool running down your chin. eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, your skin gleaming with sweat and thighs trembling. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard still coming down from your high.

In Johnny's eyes, you looked so fucked out and so fucking pretty.

He knew his version of foreplay was intense but he also knew he took it a bit further just for you.

his stubborn girl. He loved it but you needed to be taught a lesson.

with your mouth wide agape, he takes the opportunity of your oblivious state and shoves his middle and index finger down your throat causing you to gag.

"taste yourself...that's right baby suck my fingers clean" He coos as your mouth clings to his fingers.

when satisfied he pulls his away

"knees" is all he says.

you mumble uncoherent words trying to tell him you can't get up but it seems he is already way ahead of you helping you get comfortable in your position on the floor.

He begins to pull his sweatpants down revealing his erection fighting against the fabric of his black underwear. he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and you almost drool.

so harsh but so fucking pretty.

big and veiny with the prettiest pink tip. No wonder the foreplay was so intense. there was no way he was gonna fit without stretching you that much.

You look up at him with hopeful eyes. you wanted him in your mouth so fucking bad your pussy actually ached.

"So cute," he spits in the palm of his hand before bringing it down to stroke his cock.

"open and suck" He states.

Wasting no time your hands replace his and you begin to pump his pretty cock. you lick from the base of his pretty cock to the even prettier pink tip teasing him just a little with small kitten licks

"no teasing" he warns.

But of course, you don't listen continuing to push him over the edge with those kitten licks. even having the audacity to maintain eye contact while doing it.

You see the way his jaw clenches as he loses his patience and grabs the back of your head thrusting and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen and begin to water as you start to harshly breathe through your nose.

Gagging multiple times as he continues to relentlessly fuck your mouth

"no teasing and you continue to fucking tease huh? who's fucking in charge here y/n? Who's fucking cock's fucking your pretty mouth?"

not being able to speak you hum around his cock watching as his gaze becomes more sadistic by the second.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum like this baby?" you hum in response causing him to groan from the vibrations

"Ah, shit"

You watch his expression contort into a pained one before he somehow manages to make his cock hit even further than the back of your throat and cums in your mouth.

"Dont waste it, baby, swallow for me" he says airly

you swallowed his mouth full of cum. loving the pleasantly salty taste.

you wheezed and choked so overwhelmed with just how rough Johnny really was.

Where was this side of him hiding?

holy fuck

"your mouth, keep it open," he grumbles still heaving firm his previous orgasm.

you open your mouth a gain forming an 'O' shape and surprise takes you as he spits in your mouth before lightly slapping you across the face.

your hair was all over the place and your entire face was decorated with a mixture of precum, smudged makeup, tears, snot, and sweat

"Atta Girl." he praises you.

He helps you to your feet before giving you a quick peck on your lips

"turn around and bend over. Yeah just like that... spread your legs for me"

you used the bed as support as you got into the desired position.

he wastes no time thrusting his cock into you rough and hard.

the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy around him cause your knees to buckle as you threaten to lose your stance.

You were gonna cum soon.

feeling your swaying form, he grabs your neck pulling you into him as your back meets his chest

"don't you fucking dare" he threatens.

"Ah... please please, please! m'sorry... m'so sorry I won't do it again just please make me cum john, I'll be good I swear" you cry gasping for air between words. soon your sentences jumble into a whole lot of nothing.

he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck as he uses the other to hold your hand behind your back

"no. Cum when I say so. you need to learn to fucking listen."

snapping his hips at a quick pace.

the area around your hips already beginning to bruise from how hard he was holding you.

"t'much please johnny!" You scream as your legs begin to shake for the umpteenth time

"you can fucking take it. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off? Having mark all on you like that?" he says begrudgingly

he grabs your left breast and squeezes your nipple hard enough for your pussy to clench around him

"so damn sensitive" he whispers in awe.

he pulls out and pushes you on the bed. you look back and he's

standing over you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a cock so erect it slapped against his stomach with the slightest movement.

"get on your back and spread your legs" he says pulling your legs to the edge of the bed .

You flip over and he immediately fucks into you even harder than before.

once again your hands flay erratically as you scream trying to get away from the aching pleasure that was starting to make you see double.

"look at that baby, " he coos eyes staring at your stomach.

you look down and see his cock bulging in your lower abdomen.

You gasp at the sight

'Johnny please" you whimper not even sure what you are asking for.

"I might just fuck a baby into you. keep you home like a good little wife hmm." he says seriously, eyes still set on the bulging in your lower abdomen.

you clenched around him liking the sound of carrying his children

"you like that huh? " He groans

you nod as tears start to stream down your face.

suddenly he stops thrusting causing you to cry out

"Just gimmie a second baby gotta fix your mistake," he says as he reaches over to his nightstand picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Mark " he says nonchalantly causing your heart to race.

"you're off-limits and they fucking know that but it seems all of you need to be reminded of how things are tonight hm?"

the dial tone blares out before a muffled "hello?" comes through the speaker. Mark.

"watch " Johnny says before he thrusts into you so fucking deep you could taste him

you moan loudly

barley registering the "fucking hell, man" that comes from the phone. That was Haechan

'watch' Johnny had said earlier and you begin to understand that it was a video call.

Mark and Haechan were witnessing Johnny fuck you into oblivion.

"see this? this is my fucking pussy and nobody else can fucking have it." he fucks your relentlessly a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

"j-johnny its t'much"

"nah, you can fucking take it."

"oh, fuck! " you scream into the pillow

"my fucking pussy and she can't give it away ain't that right y/n"

"mhmm" you say not having the strength actually speak.

you cum with a shiver and a whine and even then he didn't stop

still drilling his cock into you

overstimulating you more and more

you try to get away and he never once let his cock leave you.

"tell them how many times you cum tonight." He challenges, knowing full well that you couldn't form a word much less a sentence at the moment.

you mutter random words too fucked out to think

a sharp slap to your face brings you back

"how many fucking times?" he says through clenched teeth

"Alot" you scream.

"good girl" he says before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.

"just give me one more" he continues.

you moan as your toes curl from the overwhelming sensations building in your stomach

with a sharp thrust, you squirt all over Johnny's cock just as he cums inside you.

"next time you do that shit I’ll fuck you right in front of them instead of over the phone."

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jhdyuiee · 21 days ago

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February First!

ᥫ᭡. pairing: bf!doyoung x gf!reader

ᥫ᭡. warning/tags: fluff, smut!, unprotected sex, breast play, kissing/making out, oral (f receiving)

ᥫ᭡. warning/tags: 1.8k

ᥫ᭡. author’s note: HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY KIM DOYOUNG!!!! felt right to post at 2:01 = 02.01 (his birth date). anyhow i’m back, a lot happened in january but im back and stronger with a whole bunch of new stories to share with u all! stay tuned, stay safe, & love u all! 🤍

february 1st. a day of celebration, a celebration of life. your boyfriend– doyoung’s birthday.

as it was a special day, you made sure to plan quite a surprise for him. without giving him too much detail, you informed him to dress nicely. the birthday dinner wouldn’t be until much later, at a restaurant he favored ever since you’ve known him. you invited his friends and family, all in it for a surprise he sure wasn’t ready for.

“are you ready?” you asked as you stepped into the living room where he sat on the couch.

he turns around, taking his breath away. you wore a formal red-ish dress that hugged your body perfectly, hair that was loosely curled, and perfectly natural make-up. he got up from his seat, walking over to you. he took hold of your hand, kissing the back.

“you look beautiful,” he says, like a fool in love. “what if we just skip whatever you planned tonight and celebrate here?”

“nice try,” you giggled.

“worth the try,” he shrugs as he begins leading you to the front door.

as the two of you walk towards his car, his eyes never leave you. he carefully observes you, thinking to himself how you were his greatest gift.

he begins drifting off to the destination you imputed into his phone, immediately recognizing it as his favorite restaurant.

“it’s beautiful tonight,” you say as you stare out the window.

doyoung grabs ahold of your hand, bringing it to his lips to gently kiss it. “i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you more,” you replied, turning to face him.

and for the rest of the drive, you spoke randomly of any topic that came to your mind, being at peace with just the two of you.

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the restaurant finally came into view and he drove up to the valet parking. he walked out, handing the valet man his keys before opening the car door for you.

you grab ahold of his arm, walking to the restaurant's entrance. he notices how dimly lit it was, confusing rising.

“are they closed already?” doyoung asks.

you don’t respond, intertwining your fingers with his as you lead the way inside. you push the door open, dragging him further before stopping. you stepped behind him, tippy toeing to cover his eyes.

“walk,” you whispered into his ear. and he did just that. “stop,” you announced, uncovering his eyes slowly.

“happy birthday!” everyone shouts.

your hand back on his, standing by his side as everyone inside the restaurant began singing him happy birthday. you watched him as he looked completely in awe.

and once everyone was done singing, they all came to congratulate doyoung before dispersing to sit at a table. when everyone finished, you and doyoung sat down as well in the table where his family was at.

everyone ordered and ate, chatting to your heart's content. before you knew it hours had passed and it was time for doyoung to cut his cake.

you took out your phone, recording the moment. everyone sang to him once more, the candles lighting up his face. he smiled so beautifully, like a timeless art piece.

doyoung paused, making a wish before blowing out his candles. everyone clapped and cheered. a waiter walked over, handing him a knife to help him cut his first piece.

however instead of saving it for himself, doyoung walks over handing it to you. he insisted you take it, pecking your cheek.

“thank you,” he whispered into your ear before walking over to his mother.

you were left stunned by his action, face growing hotter by the second.

more hours passed by and everyone started leaving, one by one. his friends bid him one last congratulations and farewell.

ultimately it was down to you and his parents. the restaurant staff was nice enough to insist they got the cleanup covered, and so you all walked to the parking lot.

waiting for the respective cars to arrive, having one last chat before parting ways. his mother, father, and brother hugged him tightly before bidding you a farewell as well.

you all part ways, you and doyoung driving back home. arriving no later than 20 minutes, traffic was relatively light tonight.

“thank you for tonight,” he speaks, turning to you as he parks the car. “best birthday ever.”

you smiled, bringing your hands to his face, caressing it gently. “anything for you love.”

you inch closer, bringing your lips to his. a gentle, loving kiss shared by the two of you. the remnants of alcohol still on his lips. you savored him.

he brings his hand to bring you closer, deeper. “let’s go inside,” you try saying in between kisses.

doyoung reluctantly pulls away, biting your bottom lip as he does. hopping out the car, quickening his steps. he wanted you now, a second more missed was like torture to him.

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“w-wait,” you say breathlessly as doyoung works his mouth on your neck.

he marks you up before kissing the spot, sealing you. his hands make their way up and down your back, gripping your waist. you could feel his hardened lower half press against you.

“let’s go to the bedroom, please.”

doyoung hears you out, carrying you to the bedroom. he doesn’t stop however, mouth back on yours. his tongue delving in with yours.

plopping you softly on the bed, he parts. his eyes lustful, eyes that look as though they were about to devour you.

“god, you don’t know how much i just wanted to have you once you stepped out in this dress. you tortured me all night.”

“then have me now. consider myself as your second gift from me,” you said. a bold statement, but you didn’t care.

he chuckled,. “then don’t expect to have a good night’s rest tonight,” doyoung warns you.

there was no stopping now.

diving back into your lips, he kisses you more roughly. not to long before trailing his lips down your neck, to your chest. he slowly removes your dress by the straps. his eyes lock with yours before trailing down.

he kisses your breasts, bringing one to his mouth while his hand played with the other. he licks your nipples, biting down on the areola. he alternates between the two, marking them right up.

once satisfied, doyoung continues his journey down your body. his mouth kissing your stomach, bringing your dress down with him.

“lay down for me,” he whispers.

you follow, back against the mattress. he opens your legs, putting each leg on either side of his shoulders. you couldn’t even see his face as he hid underneath your dress. though you could still feel.

you felt as he licked you through your panties. kissing you repeatedly down there. you softly moaned at the sensation.

then you feel as he pushes your panties aside, fingers rubbing against your slit and hot breath tickling your core. you were already wet, all the ministrations he’d done on you turned you on.

doyoung licks his lips before licking you up once. you tasted so sweet, better than the cake he’d had earlier. his tongue then finds your clit, playing with the sensitive bud before dragging it back down.

his wet muscle sliding inside you. the groan he let out from feeling your tightness causing an outwardly sensation. his tongue played with your gummy walls, stretching you out as much as he could.

he drank you up as much as he could, tongue could even rougher before halting and parting. the loss in sensation brought you to tears. “p-please,” you begged.

“patience, love. let me savor my birthday feast,” he replied, still down on you.

kissing your clit, while his fingers teased you. they went in before going back out, causing you to move your hips to bring them inside.

finally nudging them inside, he pumps his fingers in you while working your clit with his mouth. double stimulation, double kill.

you were a whimper and moaning mess. you prayed no one could hear you this late at night.

his fingers worked faster, tongue flicking your clit. your hips began moving on their own. his hands gripping onto your thighs, sucking on your clit.

three fingers in, going insanely fast inside, the knot in your stomach untied. you gushed all over his face and fingers, heaving as you tried catching you breath.

“d-doyoung~”

you chanted his name like it was the only word you knew. you shook, your entire body convulsing. your release feeling too good.

and as you laid there, doyoung took off the remaining of your dress, along with your panties. he stood up, you hazily noticed the dent in his pants.

he hurriedly removed his clothes, his cock standing proudly against his stomach, aching to get inside.

opening your legs once more, he nudges his cock in between your cunt. he rubs your essence onto him, teasing you before sliding himself inside. he slid in easily.

you softly moaned out when you felt him sliding in little by little inside you. he filled you up completely, snuggly fitting inside.

“i’m gonna move now,” he whispers, bending down to peck you on your lips before grabbing one of your legs.

he thrusts into you, in and out. the pace he’s going at increasing by the second. his cock kissing your cervix, tip easily hitting your sweet spot. your arched yourself into him, clinging yourself around his shoulders.

you managed to find his lips, sloppy kissing into them while he moved inside you. he groans against your lips as he feels your cunt tightening around him, faint pulses pulsating around him.

it was too good. after so long, you two were finally going at it intensely.

dropping your leg, his hands maneuver to your hips. he lifts you up a bit, using this new angle to thrust into you harder. it was deeper than before, his hips overpwering. the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, mingled in with moaning and groaning.

“i-i’m cu-cumming,” you say, completely losing yourself already.

and to this doyoung gives you one last gift. bringing his fingers, he rubs on your sensitive clit. your eyes rolled back, a high-pitched scream emitting from you unconsciously.

you came hard, quivering in doyoung’s hold. he watched you, watched as you got completely destroyed, sent to another world. he loved it, weirdly so he secretly did.

he continues fucking into you, railing you in an effort to meet his own release. and with the aftershocks of your orgasm, they brought him to his. he came inside, painting your walls a warmly white.

your body meets the mattress again, drool all over your mouth and tears mingled into your hair. you were a complete mess, a hot cock drunk mess.

and true to his word, doyoung continued the entire night until sunrise. he put you any position his heart desired, riding him like there was no tomorrow.

love upon love spilled the whole night. the last thing you recalled was his kisses as he engulfed you into his arms, lulling you to sleep.

doyoung admired your sleeping figure, admiring his wonderful girlfriend. thinking of the endless future he’ll spend with you.

the many more february 1st he’ll spend with you, his lovely wife.

2025. 02. 08

final a.n: hello, it’s been a while again hasn’t it. i’m sorry for just disappearing again, but i pray that will be the last time in a while. i have much in store regarding future stories so stay tuned! special suprise tomorrow too! johnny’s birthday special!

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imnotjaesblog · 9 months ago

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Espresso

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so,"

Starring: Starring Jaehyun

GUYS I have been obsessed with this song. Sabrina got me obsessed just like the rest of the world. So of course I wrote a short fic loosely inspired by the song and music video.

Warnings: Smut. Jaehyun is an ass guy. Cursing. Y/n bites Jaehyun's lip and neck. Jaehyun is down bad for Y/n. Y/n is more of a dom but Jaehyun isn't shy.

Words: 5k

MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!!!

Enjoy;)

Breaks up were hard. But not when you’re on a beach in Italy with your friends. The fresh ocean breeze hit your cheeks as you walked along the beach searching for a spot to relax. The waves crashed in the distance. You could see from where you were standing the clear waters. Wrapped in a bathing suit cover-up and towel in hand you had found the perfect place to sit. You dug a small hole for your butt to fit comfortably for when you laid down.

You through the blanket laying it flat on the hot sand. Your friend came to your side. Eyes shielded with sunglasses, the same as yours. She placed the smaller cooler at the end of the blanket holding it down. Another one of your girlfriends appeared placing down two chairs and setting them up. Once she got comfortable beside you that’s when the rest of your friends showed up.

The remaining three guy friends walk towards you guys holding onto more chairs, an even bigger cooler, a speaker, and an umbrella. Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo all come to where you lay.

You picked up your sunglasses a bit to get a better look at the boys. Especially the one in the middle. Jung Jaehyun dressed in black swimming trunks and a white tank top. Hair pushed back and eyes framed with black sunglasses. The girls knew you were interested in him. The way you always perked up when he was around. Listening to his stories and laughing at his terrible jokes. You wanted him. But not in a romantic way. If it came to that, that was fine. But you craved him in such a bad way that felt so good.

And you were going to get him.

Jaehyun walked over to where you sat in the beach chair. He smiled at you just after letting Doyoung struggle to set up the beach umbrella. It shadowed over you. You took off your black shades placing them in your beach bag that Jaehyun so kindly carried for you.

“Jae,” you called. He turned to you. “Yea?” He asked. You were about to speak but the other boys started to shout.

“Let’s go!!!!” Jungwoo shouted as he ran to the water. Seulgi placed the speaker at the end of the blanket to keep it from flying. She watched Jungwoo run off. She smiled laughing as he flopped into the water. She briefly turned back to her phone pressing play on a playlist. Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. She looked over at you and Jaehyun.

"You guys coming?" she asked. You nodded, "In a minute," she nodded Wendy ran up to her side. Linking their arms together and turning away. The two girls that lay on the blanket stood up. They laughed following behind Jungwoo. Doyoung who was just finishing up putting sunscreen over every inch of his body placed the sunscreen down. He ran behind Jungwoo a huge excited smile on his lips.

The two of you watched them run off. You weren’t ready just yet to head to the water. Still taking in the sun and the beautiful man who sat beside you. You leaned back. Jaehyun followed after watching his friends jump into the cool water.

“Y/n,” he called. “Yea?” You asked eyes still focused on the water. He leaned up a bit. “Can I get something to drink?” He asked. You nodded touching his hand a bit. “A Coke for now is fine,” you said. He nodded leaning over to the cooler. He opened it taking out the can. He opened the can for you placing it in your cup holder.

“Jaehyun do you mind doing me a favor?” You asked. He nodded brows raised a bit in interest. You smiled pulling out the sunscreen from your bag. “Can you put this on me? I can’t reach my back,” you said slightly pouting your lips. He nodded taking the cream from your hands. He popped open the cap.

You sat forward standing up to remove the cover-up. You smirked as you undid the tie. Letting it drop and exposing your glowy body to Jaehyun. Body hugged in a brown two-piece bathing suit. Small ruffles at the end create a mini skirt. Your ass still popped out from the bottom but in such a cute way. Your top matches the skirt but could be removed to show more skin.

Jaehyun licked his lips. Eyeing your skin and all he could see was your back. You turned to him waving for him to follow. Moving to the spot you made on the blanket. Laying down arching your back a bit so your butt would perk out as you laid your stomach down. Jaehyun squirted some sunscreen on his palm. Rubbing the white cream together he brought his hands to your soft skin.

He started with your back. Following the curve of your spine. Rubbing into your skin. You closed your eyes a bit. Soft sounds leave your lips. Some were on accident because Jaehyun was doing so well and some were on purpose just to see his reactions. He cleared his throat a bit but continued. Bringing his hands down to your waist. Holding onto your skin. Hesitantly hovering over your plush skin. He looked over at you. You looked so relaxed. He smirked bringing his hands down to your thighs.

Jaehyun wasn’t stupid. He knew what you were doing. For the last week, you have throwing hints at him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested. Every small touch and hug. Even the small pecks you placed on his cheek when you wanted to say thank you or goodbye. Jaehyun had taken each detail piecing them together. He liked the effort you were putting in, in your way. He tried to keep his cool around you but it was getting harder. Every peck he wanted to turn his cheek and kiss you.

When you stayed at his apartment and put on one of his shirts because “yours was dirty” and walked into the kitchen. Lifting yourself to reach something you didn’t even need. A glass cup when he had some placed on the table. No, you wanted the one high up. The one that caused you to stretch and have his shirt lifted. Watching as your black panties exposed themselves to him. It took everything in his power to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to lift you down. Push you up against the counter and take you from behind. Feeling the plush curve of your ass in his palm.

But instead, he grabbed the cup for you. Leaning his front against your back and handed it to you. He could see the slight defeat on your face. He chuckled a bit. He’d eventually have his way with you once you were ready and he was sure you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

So he rubbed the sunscreen into your thighs. Hands roaming a bit inching closer between the skin. You could feel the shadow of his hand inch closer to the heat between your legs. Jaehyun flicked between watching you and his hand. He wondered what would happen if let his intrusive thoughts win. Spread you apart, yank your bottoms off, and devour you on the beach. He had to hold back. His friends weren’t too far off. He looked up seeing them all still in the water. Both girls are on top of the boy's backs.

You looked back down at you. “Jaehyun,” you said softly. He hummed in response. He found himself relaxing while touching you. “You can touch me if you want,” you said back. He opened his eyes stopping his moments for a second. He continued quickly not wanting to worry you. “Touch you?” He asked. You nodded turning your head a bit. You held back your smirk.

“You seem hesitant,” you spoke words laced with lust. “Don’t be,” you said back. You turned back letting your chin fall in your hands. “I don’t mind if you touch me,” you said. Jaehyun couldn’t help the groan that left his lips. You finally let your smirk show. Biting back a few giggles. Jaehyun glided his hands up from your thighs and to your ass. He let out a low groan unable to rid of his lustful thoughts. His hands mold your skin and take in every detail. The curve of your ass. The soft plush skin molded so well in his hands. How the sweat formed from the sun. If he smacked your face the droplets would probably hit his skin.

He had to stop. He could feel his dick harden in his trunks. He quickly let go of you. He says back in his heels.

“All done?” You asked tone changing. Sounding very much like he wasn’t feeling you up. That’s the one thing he could never understand about this interaction. How every time you managed to act as if everything was normal. Like his hands on you was nothing out of the ordinary.

He nodded in response gulping. He leaned over picking up your coke can. He brought it to his lips. Drinking most of it. The coke slipped down the corner of his lips. Jaehyun stood up walking away from you but you called him back.

“Jaehyun,” you called teasing tone returning. He sighed wanting to leave before someone called him a pervert. He kept his back to you. Only turning slightly. You picked up the bottle. “You didn’t put any on,” you said back dangling the bottle in your hands. Jaehyun gritted his teeth. His feet dug into the hot sand. He wanted nothing more than to let your hands roam free on his body. But he couldn’t. Not with his friends right there who will probably question the tent in his pants.

He shook his head. He waved it off. “I’m okay. I’ll use the spray Jungwoo has,” he responded. You went to say something but he walked off. He went to Jungwoo’s bag quickly removing his tank and spraying himself. Rubbing the sunscreen into his skin he ran off to the water. He had to clear his mind.

You sat there watching as he ran off. You didn’t care that you couldn’t touch him. You had just enough of what you needed with him touching you. And with the small sounds and curses he was making the entire time you knew you had him. You smiled to yourself as you popped open the bottle to finish yourself off.

———

You had eventually made your way to the water. You removed your slippers leaving them by the blanket. You walked quickly over to the water. The hot sand burning your feet. You sighed in relief when your feet met the wet sand and soon the small waves came in. You could see your friends slashing water at each other. It made you smile as he walked further into the water.

Jaehyun noticed you come in closer. His smile fell a bit as he watched you. Hands floating on the surface of the water. The air in his lungs was trapped. You made eye contact with him. Small smile on your lips. He sent you a half smile before he turned back to splashing Wendy. You scoffed turning to attack Jungwoo.

Jungwoo innocently lifted you. You screamed as he lifted you in the air. Your laughter is caught by Jaehyun. You held onto your nose as Jungwoo through you into the water. You quickly came back up for air. Pushing the front of your soaked hair back and rubbing your eyes. You pushed Jungwoo causing him to fall over. Seulgi laughed at Jungwoo holding onto her stomach. Doyoung chuckled as well before he came back to shore.

You all followed feeling a bit hungry.

You all sat around eating the well-made sandwiches. Wrapped in warm towels and taking in the sun. The sun was just on the horizon when Jaehyun sat beside you. He smiled at you. Small drops of water fell from his hair.

“Towel?” You asked him. Trying to hand him yours. He shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll dry off,” he said leaning back a bit. He squinted his eyes from the sun that appeared closer. Everyone watched as the sun began to set. You hummed feeling calm as the sky shifted from orange. When the sky was golden Jaehyun looked over at you.

Your skin glowing in the sunlight. The golden hour did you no justice. You looked so beautiful. No amount of light from the sun or moon could capture your beauty. When the sky shifted pink you turned to Jaehyun. Catching him staring at you. You smiled, “You're staring,” you comment. He didn’t even bother to pretend like he wasn’t.

“I couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful,” he said feeling a bit corny. But he couldn’t bite his tongue. He needed you to know how breathtaking you were to him. Your cheeks became a bit warm. You could feel the heart spread throughout your whole body. The towel becoming useless. You slid it off your shoulders. Jaehyun watched as you did.

When the sky shifted to light blue Doyoung stood up to take photos. He walked over to you and Jaehyun asking you to pose. The two of you did and the flash of the Polaroid camera caught you both by surprise.

“Can I take another?” He asked. The two of you nodded. Jaehyun coming even closer to you. Shifting his weight to sit right beside you. Thighs pressing against yours and strong arm wrapping around your shoulder. He pulled you in causing your head to lean a bit to him. You both smiled as the camera flashed. Doyoung handed the two of you the photos.

When the sky became dark blue Jungwoo laid back. Wendy followed and you laid your head on Jaehyun’a shoulder. An innocent act in a search for comfort and warmth. Jaehyun could feel the slight chills on both his skin and yours from the night breeze. He pulled you close as the two of you watched the waves crash.

When the sky turned completely dark you all decided to go back to the hotel. It had been a fun and exhausting day.

You walked into your room closing the door behind you. You made your way to the bathroom quickly undressing and getting into the shower. Once you had freshly showered you stepped out applying the creams and lotions you had left in the bathroom earlier in the day. Once you finished applying every cream to your face and body you stepped out the bathroom towel wrapped around your frame.

You walked over to your dresser pulling out your pajamas. A slip dress that fell just about your thighs. If you stretched upwards almost all your ass would be exposed. You made your way back to the front shutting off the light. Walking back to your bed you pulled back the covers. The sheets feel smooth against your shaved legs. You hummed relaxing a bit before you grabbed your phone. Opening it you noticed a notification from Jaehyun.

Jaehyun- What are you doing?

You- Just got into bed. Why?

Jaehyun- Just wanted to text you.

You smiled biting into your lip. You switched legs underneath the blanket. You let your mind wander. Feeling the ghost of his hands moving around your skin. Mixing with that feeling of waves throughout your body just after leaving the beach. The same waves flow down between your legs. The warmth of his hands so close to where you craved him.

Jaehyun- Are you asleep?

Y/n- No. I was just distracted

Jaehyun- With?

You decided this was another opportunity for you to play.

Y/n- You

…

Jaehyun- Oh really?

Y/n- Yes

Jaehyun- What are you thinking about?

Jaehyun knew what he was thinking about. All the times this whole week you’ve rubbed your ass against him when you passed him by. The blood rushed from his brain to his cock when he palmed your ass on the beach. The image of you lifting yourself on the counter to reach the stupid mug. He could feel himself start to sweat. The same returned and rose throughout his body.

Y/n- What it would have felt like if you touched me as I asked you to?

Now he felt the entire air in the room rise. His breath caught in his lungs. Eyes glued to your texts. Lips parted only licking them to try and regain focus. Failing to do so he couldn’t help but think how you would have felt. Would you have felt soft? Warm? Would you be wet? Would you let him taste you?

Jaehyun- Would you let me touch you if I asked?

Y/n- Would you hesitate?

Jaehyun- Never again.

His change in boldness had gone straight to your heat. Jaehyun had always rejected your touches in the kindest ways. Like he didn’t want to. You assumed that was the case because of the look on his face. His lip caught between his teeth and his eyes shut. Was that how he looked when he fucked? The heat went straight to your legs. You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to go see him.

You stood up walking over to your door. Slipping down in your slippers and robe. You closed your door and let it shut behind you. You walked down the hallway to the door diagonal from yours. You knocked on his door. You could hear some rustling from inside. The door opened exposing you to a desperate Jaehyun. He pulled you inside shutting the door behind you.

Pulling you close to his body and inches his lips to yours. Towering over your frame. You could feel his faint breaths on your lips. You held onto his biceps looking up into his eyes. His hands molding onto your waist. “No worries about our friendship?” You teased feeling him get closer to you. He shook his head.

“I’m not gonna hesitate,” he said lowly placing his lips on yours. Lips connecting and moving together. Soft and passionate his tongue slipped between your lips. Wandering hands moving from your waist to the curve of your ass. Molding the plush skin in his palms. He groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your front pressed against him. He pulled away turning you around. Bringing his veiny hands to your shoulders. Slipping the silly robe off your shoulders. Letting it pool at your feet.

“I can touch you right?” He asked lowly. Whispering in your ear. You nodded just wanting him to continue.

He leaned his lips to your exposed neck. Placing small pecks on your skin. The back of his hand grazed your shoulder. Nails dragging down your skin. Goosebumps rise with the hairs on the back of your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” he confessed growl leaving his lips. You smirked hand reaching up to play with the back of his dark hair. “Then why now?” You asked teasingly. “Because I can’t control myself anymore,” he kissed your jaw bringing his lips to your neck.

Bringing his hand further down lifting your dress up and over your head. He removed his shirt letting it fall to the ground. His hands quickly move back to your hot skin. Passing over your breast and to your heat. His tongue sucking on the skin of your neck just below your ear.

He could feel your exposed ass press against his cock. The feeling of your bottom half pantie-less and free. Spreading your legs with his hand. Hands moving to spread your folds. Taking your wetness coating his fingers. Unable to help himself from bringing his fingers to his lips. He sucked onto his digits humming at the sweet taste. How could you taste so good? You moaned at the feeling of his hardness against you. Wanting nothing more than to pull his cock out and have him fuck you in every inch of this hotel room.

He turned your back around. Feeling tortured enough without having you. He wouldn’t make it worse without being able to see you. He took in the sight of you. Pulling you close and lifting you. Wrapping your legs around his waist he walked the two of you to his bed. Laying you flat he kissed his way down. From your lips to your neck. Past the valley of your breast and the skin of your stomach. Sitting on his heels and dipping his head further down. Letting his legs fall straight. Using his hand to hold you down and the other to spread you apart. Spitting on your clit before diving in.

You moaned loudly hands reaching down to grab onto his hair. Gripped his locks and watched as he fucked himself into the mattress. His tongue moved fast against your clit. Moving his head back and forth underneath you. His nose rubbed against your clit when his tongue moved closer to your tight hole.

“Fuck,” you moaned bringing your other hand up to your breast. Toying with your breast. Jaehyun looked up mouth still sucking you dry. Reaching his free hand up to flick your nipple. Squeezing onto the skin. Your hips rutted against his face. He shut his eyes for a bit just taking in your taste and scent. Listening to the soft sounds that escaped your lips. Your back arched once he quickened his pace.

“That’s right baby. You’re doing so well for me,” he praised continuing his assaults on your pussy. Your head fell back. Thighs shaking between his face. You tasted too good for him to stop. Looking up at you and watching you fall apart. You looked too good to stop. He didn’t even notice his hips fucking the mattress underneath him. So lost in the feeling of bringing you to your high he lazily chased his own.

“Jaehyun I’m gonna cum,” you groaned feeling him slip his finger inside you. You could feel the knot in your stomach form. Back arching off the bed. Your hands tugged into Jaehyun’s locks screaming praises and curses.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again. Your sound’s going straight to his head causing him to speed up. He continued to suck and lick quick circles on your clit. Eyes looking up seeing your entire body squirm under his touch. He smirked against you. “That’s right take it, baby,” he hushed a growl leaving his lips, returning to your pussy.

“Jaehyun I’m coming,” you screamed. Jaehyun picked up his pace bringing you closer to your high. Your entire body shuddered. Your stomach deflating as you released into his mouth. Jaehyun sucked up all of your juice even making sure to lick his fingers once he pulled them out.

Your body laid flat on his bed. Chest rising and falling. He chuckled taking in your sight again. “I’m doing that again,” he said happy smirk on his lips. You sat up pulling him into a soft kiss. You shook your head.

“Not after you fuck me first,” you said placing a hand on his chest from going any further. You pushed him back causing his back to hit the mattress. Grabbing onto the waist of his shorts. He lifted his ass making it easier for you to slide them down. Pealing his boxers back exposing his hard dick. The tip is red from rubbing it against the fabric. Peak cum leaking from the top falling on the trail of his stomach. You licked your lips zoning in on his cock.

Jaehyun watched your chest quickly rise up and down. Waiting for you to do something, anything. You bent down crawling forward and onto his lap. Throwing your leg over and straddling his waist. Since you got rid of that useless boyfriend you had all you could think about was riding Jaehyun’s cock. Even before you wasted your time on that boy you thought about. But something about Jaehyun being there for you was just so hot.

You grabbed onto his jaw having him face you as you aligned his dick at your entrance. His mouth fell open at just the feeling of hai tip ghost under your folds. You leaned down placing a passionate kiss on his pink lips. He kissed you back deepening the kiss. Placing a hand on your waist and pulling you close. You pulled back his bottom lip caught between your teeth. You let his plumped lip fall back into place. He groaned already feeling himself give more and more of himself to you.

Then you pushed his cock into you. The tip passes through your tight hole. His shaft slipped further and further inside you. You were so wet it drizzled down your leg. He could feel some of it getting onto his dick and it drove him crazy. He was tempted to reach down. Pick up the juice and lick it but instead groaned even louder when you bottomed out. You both let out sighs of relief. Jaehyun felt so right inside of you. Your bodies molded together as you tried to find a rhythm that worked for both of you.

Once you did you slowly moved your hips forward. Bouncing on his angry cock. Feeling so full with him underneath you. Getting lost in your own Euphoria Jaehyun reached up pulling you down. Causing you to open your eyes. “Focus here baby,” he said placing a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back until he pulled away. Teasing smirk and a dark look in his eyes.

“Fuck baby you're doing so well,” you praised. His brows furrowed and teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You moaned out loud head falling back. If you knew he would have felt this could you would have fucked him sooner. “Feel so full,” you moaned mouth falling open. Jaehyun groaned even more hearing you moan so loud for him. You smirked reaching down to run your fingers against his chest. Soon finding his neck. Jaehyun wasn’t going to let you choke him. So he grabbed onto you flipping you around.

He needed to be deeper inside you. Spreading your legs further apart. Aligning his wet cock at your entrance and ramming inside you hard. You moaned loudly head falling back onto the pillow. Gripping into the sheets. Mouth falling open unable to speak. Jaehyun’s head fell back. You were squeezing so good around him. Losing his mind inside your tight hole. This would not be the end for him.

You felt just as cold as he imagined. So wet and tight. His dick is warm inside your velvet walls. You continued to squeeze around his cock. He was big and long. Curving inside you and brushing past your sweet spot. You moaned loud eyes widened open and lips formed an o. He smirked enjoying making you fall apart underneath him. All the teasing and longing touches reaching up to now. Now he could finally have his way with you.

But you were in charge. You picked yourself up wrapping your hand around his neck. Fingings lacking with his dark black hair. Pulling onto his hair craning his neck back. He kept his hands on your waist. Fucking deep into your pussy. Leaning down and sucking on his neck. Jaehyun let out a moan. A moan he had been trying to hide.

Sweating pouring down your bodies. The heat picking up between the two of you. Both your shared moans echo inside the room. The bed shaking against the headboard. Both of you are lost in the euphoric feeling.

“You do so good baby,” Jaehyun praised through pants. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He felt himself coming closer and closer to his high. You moaned teeth sinking into his neck. He growled at the feeling of laying you back down. This time not wasting a second. Slamming his dick into hot and heavy. Bringing his finger to his mouth sucking on his digits before he brought them to your clit.

He could feel your juice soaking his dick as you came around him. Squeezing onto him tightly he bit onto his lip. His neck and ears turning bright red as he chased his high.

“Where can I ?” He asked groaning as you squeezed him again unable to control it. You looked up into his eyes. Your eyes glowing with mischief and love. You smirked, “Inside,” you said. Jaehyun could explode. You were so hot. He fucked into you harder. He let out an earthy groan as he spilled himself inside you. His thrust turned slow before he pulled out. Watching as your pussy oozed mixing your come with his.

He licked his lips as he pulled out. Watching your pussy glistening in his dim room. He wanted to ask to take a picture but decided not to. Keeping the memory in his mind.

You laid their fingers grazing over your sensitive skin. Jaehyun stood up walking off into the bathroom. Laying there looking at the ceiling you wore a dazed smile on your eyes with heavy eyes to match. When he returned he held a small towel in his hand. He came to your side unable to hide his smile. His cute dimples are on display. You chuckled a bit as he brought the towel closer cleaning you up.

Once he finished he threw the small towel in the trash. He came to your side pulling you close to him. He nuzzled his face in your neck. After sex, Jaehyun was so clingy you noted.

“It’s shocking to see you this way,” you commented looking a bit down at him. He looked up hand sliding across your exposed waist. He raised a brow cheek mushed against your stomach now. “What is?” He asked small pout. Your hand reached down to go through his hair. He hummed closing his eyes a bit.

“You’re usually glued to your phone. Antisocial,” you joked. He chuckled along with you. He shrugged, “I can’t do that around you. Especially now, I feel like I need to hold onto you so you don’t go,” he teased. You shook your head. Smile on your glossy lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said back more as a promise. You leaned up causing him to sit up. You touched his biceps. Eyeing him up and down before you looked back into his eyes.

He groaned, “You're gonna be the death of me,” he said. Causing a dark giggle to leave your chest before he made his way to you.

And like always. You kept him up all night.

End ;)

Thank you for reading this. I wrote this because of the Prada Show where Jaehyun looks absolutely delicious lol.

Thank you for reading!

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https-lvesick · 9 days ago

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⎯⎯⎯ ﹙ 도영 ﹚ dream life .ᐟ ㇹ.

𝒑. hubby!doyoung × 𝒇.reader ｜ 𝒈. fluff, domestic ｜ 𝒄. doyoung is a hot dad, breastfeeding, a bit suggestive towards the end. ⟢ 𝒘𝒄. 1.321 ﹕ bookshelf

⸝⸝ notes. i told myself i would write a special birthday fic for some of my mooties and i failed in the first time ^^ so @lyvhie, here it is! (delayed, but who cares?) also, ik i've made clear i only write for dream and aespa, but doyoung is just... messing with me yk...

The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in a golden glow as you stirred from sleep. Stretching lazily, you reached across the bed, fingers searching for warmth—only to find it empty. Doyoung was gone. And so was your son.

A sleepy sigh left your lips as you turned to the small crib beside you, only to find it empty as well.

They were up before you. Again.

After freshening up, you followed the familiar sounds of your family—the quiet clatter of dishes, hushed murmurs, and the occasional giggle—leading you straight to the kitchen.

Leaning against the doorway, a smile tugged at your lips. There they were—the loves of your life.

Doyoung stood at the stove, his long hair falling into his eyes as he absentmindedly pushed it back. He was multitasking, juggling breakfast while keeping an eye on the little one strapped to his chest.

Dabin was calm for now—though only because she hadn’t yet spotted you. The moment she did, it was over for Doyoung.

And then there was Doyun, perched on the counter, swinging his legs as he happily munched on grapes—likely a bribe to keep him still.

He was the first to notice you.

“Mommy! You’re awake!” he cheered, his voice bursting with excitement as he scrambled to jump down.

“Doyun, wait—!” Doyoung’s warning came a second too late. In his panic, he burned his fingertip, hissing in pain. But he still managed to safely set Doyun down before the little boy barreled straight into your arms.

“Good morning, my love,” you cooed, crouching to meet him at eye level before peppering kisses all over his chubby cheeks.

“Morning, Mommy!” he giggled, snuggling into you.

The second Dabin heard your voice, she started squirming, her tiny hands reaching for you.

You pressed a kiss to her soft hair before leaning in to steal one from Doyoung’s lips.

“Morning, baby,” you murmured against his mouth, only for Doyun to groan in exaggerated disgust.

Doyoung chuckled, turning back to the stove. “Did you sleep well?”

“Barely. This little kicker kept me up all night.” You playfully booped Doyun’s nose, making him squeal in laughter.

It had been months since he last slept in your bed. But with Dabin fussing over teething, neither you nor Doyoung wanted him alone in his room, so your husband had carried him into your bed. The downside? Your son had a habit of moving in his sleep—constantly.

And just like she was restless last night, Dabin was growing impatient now.

“Okay, okay, I get it—you want Mommy.” Doyoung sighed, attempting to free himself from the straps, but Dabin wasn’t making it easy for him.

You set Doyun down in his chair before gathering your daughter in your arms. Instantly, she began tugging at your nightgown, rubbing her face against you in desperation.

Settling into your seat, you accepted the soft security blanket Doyoung handed you. While he helped Doyun with his breakfast, you adjusted Dabin, and the moment you uncovered your breast, she latched on eagerly.

You couldn’t help but admire her—those fluttering lashes, the way her tiny fingers sought your face, always craving touch. She was too lovely.

Taking a bite of the warm pancakes Doyoung had lovingly prepared, you hummed in delight, your eyes rolling back slightly.

Doyoung chuckled at your reaction. “Is it that good?”

You swayed your head happily, nodding as you savored the taste.

His heart melted at the sight. Smiling, he reached over, gently caressing your cheek.

“I’m glad, love.” the voice as soft as himself.

As soon as you finished the breakfast, Doyoung left the dishes to be cleaned and kept Dabin entertained, playing with her, while you were upstairs with Doyun. Your son wanted to be dressed up by no one but his mother. And so you did, happily.

His clothes were already neatly prepared, his school bag packed, and his lunch waiting, courtesy of his father. Spoiled in love, as always.

“But Mommy,” he pouted, gripping your hand as you both walked downstairs, “how can I go if Dabin is sick? I can’t leave my little sister!”

“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” You pecked his forehead. “She’ll be exactly like this when you get back.”

He still hesitated, running over to her playpen. She squealed the moment she spotted him, arms reaching out excitedly. Maybe, just maybe, her favorite person wasn’t you or Doyoung—it was her big brother.

“I’ll take good care of her until you get back.” you smiled fondly.

A pair of arms snaked around your waist, followed by a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll go get dressed,” Doyoung murmured before heading upstairs.

You sighed, sinking into the couch. With Doyun in school until 2 PM and Doyoung handling pickup, maybe… You glanced at your phone, scrolling through your messages before a smile tugged at your lips. A shopping trip with your sister sounded perfect.

The scent of Doyoung’s cologne filled the air before you even looked up. And when you did—oh.

There he was.

Suddenly, you remembered exactly why you had two kids.

And why you wouldn’t mind a third.

Black suit, crisp tie, side-parted hair that framed his perfectly structured face. A thin gold chain peeked from his collar. His makeup, subtle yet striking. The man looked dangerously good. And completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

“Love, I will drop Doyun in the school and head to work, okay? I’ll probably be home earlier. Just have a meeting and I can dump my work on Jaehyun’s.” he joked, making you chuckle. “Little Doie, are you ready?” the boy nodded.

“Oh, daddy, wait! Lemme grab Mr. Pottles! He’s not in my bag!” he stood up and Dabin frowned, confused by the sudden change. “I have to go, Dabi, but I’ll be back soon and we can play more!” Doyun gasped, scrambling upstairs in search of his beloved stuffed turtle.

Doyoung watched him disappear before turning his attention back to you. “Now, Mrs. Kim,” he mused, pulling you close, “may I ask what my wife is thinking with that little mischievous smile?”

His lips brushed against your neck, teasing, warm.

“Just wondering how my husband manages to look so damn attractive,” you whispered, hands sliding up his chest. “And how I definitely want him tonight.”

You felt his smirk against your skin before his teeth grazed over your pulse, making you shiver.

“Mhm, want me?” His voice dropped, dark with amusement. “Didn’t know I could get my pretty little wife worked up that easily.”

You smacked his arm playfully, but your breath hitched when his nose trailed along your jaw.

“Daddy! I found Mr. Pottles!” Doyun’s excited voice rang out, followed by the sound of his hurried footsteps.

Doyoung pulled back, but kept you in his arms.

“Great, so say bye to your sister and your mother and we can go.” he nodded and went to his sister first.

“I’m going to the mall today. Nayeon agreed to go on a shopping spree!” you said, excitedly and a smile crept up your husband’s face.

Doyoung’s lips curled into a smile. “Then go, love. Do whatever makes you happy—that’s why I work hard.” He stole a soft kiss. “Call me if you need a ride, okay?”

With a final peck, he turned to Dabin while Doyun tugged at your waist.

“Mommy! Take care of Dabin for me, okay? I’ll be right back, so you can rest!” His tiny voice was filled with sincerity, making your heart swell.

You chuckled, cradling his round cheeks. “I will, my big Doyun. Don’t worry.” You covered his face in playful kisses, drawing a fit of giggles.

“Bye, loves!” you called out as they made their way to the door.

“Bye, Mommy!” Doyun waved excitedly.

Doyoung, already stepping outside, glanced back with a teasing smirk. “Bye, darling,” he murmured before his voice dropped an octave—just for you.

“I’ll be looking forward to tonight.”

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catboyieejeno · 2 years ago

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blue-jisungs · 17 days ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ BLUEY & BREAKFAST 🧸ྀི — husband girl dad doyo:( soft morning:( ( wc 1455 )

[ extras ] reader is breastfeeding but nothing crazy (although doyo has a ‘a man is a man’ moment IJBOL)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i had to take a small break from my event and write this bc girl dad doyo wouldn’t leave my mind and yall need to know it too! besides posting this for @yudaies !!! hopefully it’ll cheer you up babes <3

@kstrucknet ♡

you gradually grew awake, remains of sleep fading away. not brave enough to open your eyes yet, you reach out to grab doyoung’s hand in the seek of more warmth.

but you don’t meet his hand nor… him. your hand stumbled upon something soft, tender; a peach fuzz alike feeling underneath your fingertips. you frowned and traced the texture, smooth and soft.

you opened your eyes and lying next to you, on doyoung’s spot, was your daughter.

you grinned sleepily. she was six months old so your husband probably carried her here. it warmed your heart to see that he also put a blanket over her (and you). probably on his way out to work, too.

she recently started teething so last night was full of crying, from both sides. doyoung was asleep since he had to leave early.

you traced miyoung’s rosy cheek and then rubbed your eye. you would love to get more sleep. actually, maybe you could…

a soft babble cut in just in time. miyoung’s big brown eyes opened slowly and started making small sounds.

“matching our sleep schedules now, are we?” you whispered amused. your daughter stared at you, waving her hands “let’s get up, hm?”

you stretched, allowing the duvet to fall from your body. then, you grabbed miyoung in your arms and while rocking her gently, you went to wash your teeth first and then to the kitchen.

just when you were about to come out of the corridor to enter the room, you heard a noise.

your heart skipped a beat in your chest, halting your movements and listening in. there were faint clanking noises coming from the kitchen.

but you’re home alone…?

you leaned out of the wall to peek and let out a sigh upon noticing a similar silhouette. not to say that you weren’t surprised, though.

“am i doing it wrong? why isn’t it… growing…”

you smiled and walked in, quietly observing the situation unfolding in front of you. miyoung was toying with the material of your shirt quietly.

“no, something is definitely not right”

he was watching something on the pan, leaning on his left hand and tapping the counter in deep thought.

“i added more milk!”

doyoung slightly turned yet didn’t see you. he was focused on kyungmi who was sitting on the counter and toying with the milk bottle. you saw him break into a huge smile, hands going to caress your older daughter’s cheeks.

“i like milk” she hummed and looked up at him with a grin. her eyes shifted away and widened upon seeing you “yikes, mommy’s up!”

doyoung whipped his head around, gaze softening.

“yikes…?” you repeated amused, finally coming to approach them.

“i think having sakuya and ryo over the other day was a bad idea” doyoung admitted and giggled. you noticed that he’s still in his pyjamas with hair disheveled. it was 10am, he should be at work… “morning, baby” doyoung whispered and shortly after you felt his soft lips brush against yours. the taste of coffee lingered on them and you sighed dreamily.

miyoung babbled and yanked the hem of doyoung’s shirt, making his nose bump into yours. you giggled into the kiss, and so did he.

“we are making breakfast!” kyungmi, your lovely 5 year old, cheered. doyoung gasped and turned around, suddenly remembering about the pancakes on the pan.

“big mi decided to add extra milk though so…” he chuckled and flipped them “no wonder they were so runny and took so long”

“run?” she asked, chuckling. you leaned and pressed a kiss onto her forehead “pancakes run?”

you just smiled and sat down, caressing miyoung’s dark hair. she’ll probably be hungry soon too, especially after a whole night of crying.

“how come you’re not at work?” you asked, staring at your husband’s back. a sight so simple, yet heartwarming.

“i felt bad whenever you kept waking up to get little mi. so just when i was about to leave and this rascal started crying again, i just… i knew you’d be tired. didn’t want to dump it all on you” doyoung said softly. you caught kyungmi chuckling at the word ‘dump’ and you just scoffed. “i called in and said my girls are sick. also, like, come on. i’m thirty, been in the company longer than some of the youngsters have been alive. they get it”

“thank you” you hummed, a warm feeling spilling all over your heart. whether it was gratitude or simple love, you weren’t sure.

you chatted while doyoung finished making the rest of the pancakes. with the help of kyungmi served beautifully decorated breakfast. strawberries and other fruits, whipped cream, even some nutella to pick from. the steaming food made you salivate, not to mention the luring smell of coffee. your stomach growled suddenly, kyungmi laughing.

“mom!”

you just shook your head and heard a small whine from your youngest.

“you’re hungry too, huh?” you asked softly and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. doyoung sent you a worried look. you shook your head and shot him a reassuring smile “don’t worry. eat. you worked hard”

“mom, can i put some strawberries for you?” big mi asked with sparkles of joy in her brown, doe eyes.

“of course, sweetheart” you grinned and adjusted your position so you could breastfeed miyoung.

“dad, can you help me with this?” she asked and tugged doyoung’s sleeve. he shuffled her hair and grabbed whipped cream.

he gently followed kyungmi’s instructions and drew something. when he was done, she mumbled a focused ‘thank you’ and started putting some strawberries on your pancake.

you decided to snack on one, stealing it from doyoung’s plate. he just rolled his eyes dramatically, diving back into his food.

“ta-da!” she hummed and turned the plate to you. it was, you assumed, a smiley face. proud kyungmi puffed her chest out and expectedly mirrored your reaction.

“it’s so cute! thank you, baby” you blew her a kiss “i’ll eat it in a second”

“mkay. can i go watch bluey?” she asked, a small pout on her lips. you were rather hesitant to start her day with screen time but…

“go. we’ll join you in a moment, once little mi’s tummy is full too” doyoung smiled and booped kyungmi’s nose. she ran off with her plate, chuckling “don’t make a mess!”

“i won’t!”

soon enough the sound of the cartoon sounded from the living room. you just send doyoung a confused look.

he changed his seats to sit next to you, grabbing your plate. your husband took a picture of it and then started to chop off a small bite for you.

“here comes airplane” doyoung teased and made a swirling motion with the fork. you laughed, the motion drawing a displeased groan from miyoung.

“you’re unbelievable” was all you could murmur before opening your mouth. doyoung put a hand under the fork, in case something would fall.

(not like it happened before, surely. once during dinner an olive fell on miyoung’s head. she was as confused as you, with doyoung and kyungmi almost falling out of their chairs from laughter).

you hummed happily, the taste delicious on your tongue. doyoung continued to feed you, taking a bite once or twice as well.

miyoung was satisfied and leaned away, babbling. you caught your husband’s eyes trailing off and you just covered yourself, smacking his arm.

“sorry. can’t help it when every part of my wife’s body is beautiful” he grinned sheepishly and leaned in to seal his words with a passionate kiss.

of course you had your doubts after birth. both with kyungmi and miyoung. but your husband was more supportive than ever, reassuring you at any given chance. it got to a point where you just started laughing at his dramatic praise but he literally had a serious look in his eye each time.

his knee pressing slightly against you, his lips on yours and tongues dancing together… for a moment you let yourself get lost in the moment.

dizzying pleasure made you sigh softly, tilting your head a bit. that’s when doyoung suddenly stood up, scooping miyoung out of your arms.

you looked at him, flabbergasted (and a little bit disappointed).

“i know i’m charming but let me take care of her. do you want to nap?” he asked.

“doyo” you sighed, serious. he frowned, rocking his daughter gently “be for real right now”

“what? aren’t you sleepy after a sleepless night?” he asked, genuinely surprised. you stood up, flicking his forehead.

“you kiss me like that and expect me to get sleepy? you’re lucky i love you” you giggled and he just sent you a boyish smile. “i’m fine. let’s go watch bluey”

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h3nderyss · 3 months ago

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you as nct 127's 9th member - part 2 (headcanons)

pairing: ot8 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 (part 1) dream ver wayv ver genre: fluff a/n: requested part 2! romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 9th member and only girl in 127! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not! (can u tell i got carried away with taeyong.. then ended up running out of ideas.)

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taeyong

he'd remember the little things about u, if u once told him a snack you liked, expect him to show up w it the next day

handwritten notes from him end up on ur mirror, simple things like just saying "fighting!!"

he'd keep a protective eye on you during rehearsals and help u fix ur form if ur too tired that day

encourages your ideas! in group activities he'd ask you, "what do you think?"

he'd hang around with you after practice ends, after all the members left

especially if it becomes too late and u end up napping in the practice room on the couch, u best bet he'd STAY there

he'd surprise u with small gifts, leaving snacks or ur fav drink at ur spot during practice without saying anything

if both of u are accidentally in the dance room or recording studio overnight, u guys would watch the sunrise together!

in his solo album he'd write songs about u 100%

and you'd also probably have a few vocal adlibs

OR MAYBE he'd have a song featuring you! literally couple of the year.

if you're having a hard day, expect taeyong to be soo comforting

leader instincts KICK IN.

saying things like "you're doing so well," or "take 5 minutes, at least"

he'd gaze at u through the mirror during dance practices

he'd be playfully jealous like "do you compliment the others as much as you do to me?"

fans would call u king & queen neo

johnny

def playfully tease u, if there was a goofy dance move for a part of choreo he'd go "you're the only one to make this look cool."

expect spontaneous adventures with johnny

he KNOWS ur preferences, if u were getting coffee or any drink tg, he'd order for u literally knowing what u want

mind reader??

u will NOT be overworking. not on his watch. "nope, it's break time, come on."

fills his phone with candid shots of u!

car rides are karaoke sessions atp. less singing too, more laughing

SUCH a playful protector, since this man is like 6'1 you bet he'd act like ur bodyguard

he'd plan dates to underground restaurants he finds online

and goes "i wanted this to be our thing..!"

he'd provide comfortable words like "you're stronger than you realize."

yuta

a man of bold affection, literally tells u straight up "you're the best thing about my day"

during casual convos he'd brush a piece of hair behind ur ear or just hold ur hand tbh

u guys have humour that's reserved for only u two. the members lowkey get confused why u guys just randomly burst laughing

during group travels he'd secretly buy u a souvenir and give it to u when ur back home

has a habit of staring at u during practices and smiles when u notice (this is so cute?????)

enjoys just sitting in silence with u

loves ur company

doyoung

such a classic romantic, surprises u with homemade meals

connnstantlyy reassuring you! "you don't have to be perfect, you're already enough."

guys, his smile is so adorable, pls make him laugh a lot

if u two sit together, expect his hand to intertwine with yours

soft kisses omg

you'd have quiet, intimate dates enjoying each other's company and just be infatuated w e/o

before live performances expect him to hype u the hell up!

he's like a personal cheerleader

he'd post u on his story a lot

jaehyun

he loves quiet affection like squeezing ur hand under the table to let u know he's there

lowkey feel like you guys would have tons of polaroid pics tg

and of each other

AND photobooth films

and it'd literally just be of u kissing like u guys just can't help urselves

and the deep talks get DEEP

same with taeyong, he'd dedicate his songs abt u

he'd loove seeing ur reactions to his songs too, ESPECIALLY from his new album

yea he'd surprise u with concert tickets for ur fav artists you've mentioned

such a protective aura like in areas with crowded fans, he'd keep his hand on ur waist to make sure ur not going ANYWHERE

movie nights turn into movie naps

jungwoo

he'd love when u play with his hair

he'd be a puppy

but like a really hot puppy too,

genuinely leave u speechless at everything he does bc hey, it's jungwoo?? he's so infatuating

loves to mimic ur reactions just to see u giggle and try to get him back

like i said in part 1 expect emojis when u text, expect him to send gifs too

WILL suddenly hug u out of the blue

literally treasures anything you give him

mark

ur the only person he would genuinely spill all the tea to, about WHATEVER

could be about his own struggles, or insane tea about his friend

softly sings to u, he likes humming and just full on singing, even if he purposely sounds goofy

let's say he accidentally brushes his hand against yours

but he ends up intertwining ur hands as if it was intentional!

i feel like he loves skinship

he'd be cuddled to u any chance he gets

or just resting his hand around your waist A LOTTT

also lots of nicknames he'd call u, sometimes catching u off guard by saying something really cringe

would also write so many songs abt u

haechan

ur the person he'd be the MOST clingy to

we all know how he's so touchy w the members

well, you'd be the #1 person he'd do that to.

out of nowhere he'd surprise u with compliments

actually floods ur phone with memes, pics, random selfies just to make u smile

he loooves giving u back hugs or just going full koala mode

also literally napping on u

u guys would just look like two losers in love, the members being always teasing

but like, he'd actually be insane sometimes and say something to get u riled up. (iykwim.)

or even like, DO something. especially when he dances?

it's like a private show for u, and he knows how that makes you feel.

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nctinthehouse · 29 days ago

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hugs

❝ pairing: reader x idol bf!Doyoung — genre: fluff, established relationship!au — wc: 0.4k — ⚠️ warning(s): none ❞

At last, after a long day of schedules and practice, Doyoung has finally made it home.

He drops his bag down on the floor and frowns while he takes off his coat and shoes as you're nowhere to be seen. You're not in the living room, nor are you in the kitchen.

Dragging his exhausted feet across the hard wooden floor, he glances around to see where you are in the apartment, feeling a slight coldness hit the bottom of his feet even though he has thick socks on.

Approaching the bedroom, he halts his footsteps as he spots you from the corner of his eye, coming out from the bathroom with a yawn on your face.

"Oh, Doyoung, you're home!" you say, going up to him. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you scan his face and notice he looks a bit under the weather. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" you ask Doyoung worriedly with a concerned expression clear on your face. You know how hard he works day and night, and you fear that he pushes himself too much at times. You always make sure that Doyoung is genuinely okay, especially when he comes home with that face.

"I want a hug..." Doyoung says with a slight pout on his face.

A smile appears on your face before opening your arms out wide for him. Doyoung instantly pulls you in closer by your waist and wraps his arms around you. He lets out a tired but content sigh, somewhat confirming to you that he's probably had a rough day today.

Doyoung can feel his muscles loosen as he hugs you; all that pent-up stress and worries left his body. He nuzzles his face against your neck, his hair tickling you a little.

"Your hugs are the best", Doyoung whispers to your ear, which gives you slight tingles across your whole body.

You're about to break away from the hug, however, Doyoung senses that and doesn't plan to let you go, at least not anytime soon. "Wait, wait! I'm not finished..." Doyoung mumbles as he tightens his hold around your waist, burying his face further onto your neck as if he wasn't already doing so.

You chuckle at his words, deciding to let Doyoung hold on to you for a little longer. Your fingers delicately start playing with his hair, all the while soothing the nape of his neck, which makes Doyoung melt in your embrace even further.

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viasdreams · 5 months ago

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127 comforting/helping u thru a hangover please !! yes i amnstruggling rn 😆

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127 helping you through a hangover !!

a/n: baddie baddie shot o’clock!!

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zeroseuniverse · 15 days ago

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NCT 127 – When You Tell Them to Sit Down After They Say They Can’t Stand You

Johnny

Immediately bursts out laughing. "Okay, that was a good one." He’ll actually sit down, leaning back dramatically like, "Well, I guess I have no choice now."

Taeyong

Blinks at you in shock. He wasn’t actually mad, but your response completely throws him off. After a moment, he just sighs and obeys, mumbling, "Fine. But only because that was funny."

Yuta

Smirks instantly. "Damn, alright." He loves a clever comeback, so now he’s extra amused. He’ll definitely test you more often just to see what other things you come up with.

Doyoung

He stops mid-sentence, staring at you like, "Did you just…?" Then he sighs so dramatically. "I hate that that was actually funny." He sits down, but he’s shaking his head the whole time like he’s fake disappointed in himself for laughing.

Jaehyun

Gives you that look—the one where he’s clearly impressed but trying not to show it. He sits down without a word, resting his chin on his hand like, "Okay, continue. I’m listening now."

Jungwoo

Gasps. Then immediately sits down like, "Fair. That was fair." He’s grinning the whole time, though, and now he’s just waiting to see what else you’ll say.

Mark

Mans is flabbergasted cause like when did you become bold? But honestly he is secretly super proud of the witt! He sits back down without a word because you left him totally speechless. However it won't last for long just know he's gonna have a better comeback just wait for him to stop buffering

Haechan

Throws his hands up like, "Okay, okay, damn." He sits down but fake sulks about it for at least five minutes. Eventually, he just grins and goes, "That was actually kinda good, I’ll give it to you."

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multifandomslxt · 4 months ago

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Tramp - Stamp

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yuta x chubby!reader

Synopsis: After years of silently admiring him from afar, your friends have finally convinced you to break the ice with the guy who's been the subject of your secret crush: Yuta Nakamoto, the renowned tattoo artist. His mere presence sends a wave of excitement through you...all of you. luckily you happen to have a particular design in mind—a tramp stamp—that you've been itching to get inked onto your skin.

WARNING: Smut, unprotected p in v ( use protection kids), choking, spitting, hair pulling, mirrors (hehe), crying, begging, needles, smoking, Yuta is mean but sweet (lol), READER IS CHUBBY!! stretch marks, love handles, back rolls, stomach rolls etc. (if you don't like it, don't read it), Reader calls Yuta "Daddy", Yuta calls reader "bunny".

A/N: I have nothing against lower back tattoos or tramp stamps. I plan to get one myself actually. however, the term tramp stamp will have a different meaning in this fic.

I apologize in advance for any typos. Enjoy!

"Finally!" Minhee, your best friend of five years mutters, exasperation dripping from her voice.

Your bottom lip juts out in distaste. "What do you mean finally? I mentioned this to you just a couple months ago."

"Yeah, Y/N, but come on, you usually back out of these things, y'know?" Minhee explains, a playful smirk on her lips.

You sigh, not bothering to argue because you know she's right. There was a good reason, though. You grew up sheltered, and because of that, you just shied away from things that would draw attention to you.

For example, a tramp stamp.

Minhee squeals and shimmies her shoulders in excitement. "So… who's gonna do it?"

Huh… You hadn’t really gotten that far in your thoughts. You just figured you would go to a random tattoo parlor with good enough reviews.

You shrug. "I'll just choose somewhere with great reviews."

Minhee looks at you quizzically, tilting her head. "Good reviews? Why? Yuta's sho—"

You hold your hand up, stopping her mid-sentence. You roll your eyes. "Don't even think about it."

Minhee mimics you, rolling her eyes as well. "Y/N, you've wanted to fuck the guy since high school."

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassing memories resurfacing. "Minhee, please," you beg.

Besides, even if you did allow Yuta to tattoo you, there was no way in hell he would do anything more. You weren’t his type. He didn’t say that to you, but after years of stalking his social media pages like a creep, it was obvious you were definitely not his cup of tea. And it bothered you more than it should have.

"But Y/N, how will you get out of your shell without trying something new?" Minhee pleads. "Just trust me, the worst thing he can do is just give you the tattoo and never talk to you again." She shrugs.

You bite your lip in contemplation. That is true.

Fuck it.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Another squeal. "Yes! I'll book your appointment."

After some taps on her phone, she says, "Friday, 12:30."

You exhale, already hearing your heart pounding in your ears.

~~~~~

It was Friday, 12:15 PM.

You stood outside Yuta's tattoo parlor, teetering on the edge of decision. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the cloudy sky reflected your inner turmoil.

Minhee had called you earlier, her voice a mix of encouragement and threat. "Just spread your wings a little. See where it takes you," she had urged over the phone. "If you back out, I'll never talk to you again."

Hopefully not an embarrassing fall from grace, you thought.

Sighing, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and pushed the door open. The chime above the door announced your arrival with a soft tinkle, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding in your ears.

Your eyes darted to every corner of the shop within your sight. Holy shit.

It was dark. So fucking dark.

The parlor was an extension of Yuta himself. Black leather furniture, dark wood shelves, and posters of intricate, shadowy designs adorned the walls. Even the decorative plants were a deep, almost black, green. The only color contrasts were the neon signs casting an eerie glow and the cherry red telephone on the receptionist's desk.

And, of course, you.

A horrible choice to wear a baby pink crop top. You had hoped not to stand out, for crying out loud.

"Spread your wings," you muttered to yourself, taking another deep breath.

You made your way to the receptionist, pretending not to notice her staring at you since you stood outside. Her gaze was intense, but her smile was warm and welcoming.

"Hello, how may I help you today, sweetheart?" the receptionist asked.

"Hi, umm, I have an appointment? I'm Y/N for 12:30."

The receptionist nodded immediately, typing away and glancing at her computer screen. "Ah… 12:30 with Yuta." She looked up, waiting for your confirmation.

You nodded.

She smiled again. "Go through that door and wait; he'll be right with you."

The door she pointed to was, of course, dark wood, almost black, adorned with posters of various butterfly tattoos. A gold name plate read, "N. YUTA."

You exhaled once more, your heart hammering in your chest, and made your way toward the door, each step echoing in the dimly lit room.

The door opened with a soft creak, and my gosh, the light almost blinded you. Such a contrast from the waiting area.

The walls were a dark red with random splashes of black paint, all four sides adorned with even more sketches. Butterflies, swords, cartoons, and so much more.

a stool, and a bed -where you assumed customers lay down or sat on when getting tattooed- stood in the middle of the room. A table right beside the stool stood with different inks and the tools Yuta would need to tattoo someone. And, of course, there was a huge light standing over the bench and stool.

You awkwardly took a seat at the edge of the bed. The second you sat down, the door opened again, revealing Yuta.

His head was down, focused on his phone screen. You took this opportunity to look at him. Like, really look at him.

His black hair was grown out just above his shoulders, framing his face with an almost rough ethereal beauty. He was clad in all black—black pants and a black crop top that revealed just the tiniest bit of his butterfly tattoo and a fucking belly button piercing.

fuck me.

Finally, he looked up, and you quickly looked away.

his eyes were darker than you remembered.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth and rich, with a hint of amusement.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm Y/N."

He nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'm Yuta. I'll be tattooing you today," he said, taking a seat on the stool in front of you. he smelled like cigarettes and faintlu of cologne.

it made you dizzy.

"Yeah, I know that. So, umm, I have my design—if that's okay?" you stumbled, trying to keep your composure.

The way he was staring so deeply at you like he could see through you.

It almost made you want to hide.

like a predator stalking its prey.

He stared at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before saying something that made your heart nearly stop. "You're still so shy after all these years, bunny?"

Bunny?

Did he just call you... No.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Had he recognized you? Your cheeks flushed as old, buried memories began to resurface. You had known Yuta back in high school, but you never thought he’d remember you. Let alone a nickname you thought he had long forgotten.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. "Y-you remember me?"

Yuta chuckled softly, a dark, almost predatory look in his eyes. "Of course I do. Some things you just don't forget."

butterflies erupted in your belly as you felt your finger tips tingle

You wanted to be under him so badly that your body ached.

The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pulsing with your heartbeat. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, peeling away the layers you had built around yourself over the years.

"Well then," he said, leaning forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see that design."

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the paper with your design on it. You handed it to him, your fingers brushing against his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. For a brief moment Yuta's body stiffened.

Holy fuck.

Did he want you too?

He examined the design, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. " You drew this?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

he looks up at you quizzically causing your breathing to hasten

"do i still have to remind you to use your words bunny?" he asks his tone joking but his posture changed. from slouching to upright and his jaw was clenched. his eyes were a little darker and a little more demanding.

You realized that he wanted to hear you and he wanted it now.

your breath hitches before squeaking out a quiet "no"

he smiles, relaxes his posture and nods approvingly "Good girl"

This was unfair.

you wanted to affect him as much as he affected you.

Yuta looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. "it's nice. it suits you. where do you want it?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "on my back please" you whispered.

Yuta raises a dark eyebrow in question "This seems a little small for the middle of your back bunny."

"no no, you don't understand" you you chuckle nervously

he looks at you expectantly, crossing his arms at his chest and tilting his head "Well make me understand sweetheart"

"I'll just show you" You get up from the bed and turn around

lifting our shirt revealing your lower back just above your ass.

you reach behind you and attempt to point to that spot "right here. I want it right here please."

A beat of silence passes, and another and another before you decide to turn around slightly.

his eyes lazily looked at you from head to toe.

He swallowed thickly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity before he replied in a strained voice,

"A tramp stamp?"

You smiled, feeling a rush of boldness, and with a flicker of hesitation, dropped your shirt, fully facing him now.

"Yes," you confirmed, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves within you. God, he made you so jittery.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eyes still fixed on you, observing every move as if he were deciphering a complex puzzle.

"Who's it for?" he questioned, his tone tinged with the same strain as before.

Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze. "Me?" you responded, the uncertainty evident in your voice.

He chuckled, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Fucking hell, you're trying to kill me."

" A tramp stamp just for your own amusement, bunny? And you want me to do it?" His words carried a mix of disbelief and a hint of something deeper, perhaps longing.

With a resigned sigh, he walked over to his stool and took a seat, motioning for you to shut the door.

It was common knowledge that when Yuta worked, he kept the door cracked, but shutting it completely? That was unheard of.

You decided to comply, despite the uncertainty gnawing at you. Closing the door softly behind you, you approached him with slow, steady steps, stopping in between his parted legs.

"A tattoo on your lower back," he mused carefully, his hands moving to grasp your love handles possessively leading you to the bed.

"You're putting ideas in my head." he whispers still staring at you hips.

His words were laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes bore into yours so intently it made you heart race and your heart clench.

Did he want you to beg for it?

fine, you came prepared for that anyway.

'Please...ruin me. Fucking ruin me.'

is what you would have said if you were brave enough, instead all you could get out was

"oh..i-"

Yuta chuckles "flustered?"

you clear your throat and look away

a finger lifts your chin causing you to meet his predatory gaze again

"I'm gonna be real with you here bunny, I want to fuck your brains out. not professional of me I know but I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't know you wanted it too"

~~~~~

your fingers clawed at his back as he fucked you against the wall

his balls rhythmically slapping against you

you looked down enjoying the sight of him fucking into you , his cock branded with a white ring of your cum.

"Yuta," you gasp, breath hitching, "I want more."

“Oh, you want more?” he responds with a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I can definitely give you more."

The motion of his thrusts causes your stomach to quiver, muscles trembling in response as your body matches his rhythm. Each movement is intense, sending waves of sensation through you.

Your throat feels raw from all the shouting and moaning—so much so that you can barely voice how close you are. Instead, your grip tightens around his arm, fingers digging into his skin in a desperate, wordless plea, silently telling him that you’re right on the edge.

"Already, Y/N?" he taunts, not even slowing his relentless pace. His voice is a mix of amusement and intensity, each word vibrating through you.

Before you can process his words, the sensation crashes over you, making your toes curl, your back arching away from the wall. Your mouth falls open, releasing a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure grips you.

The release is so intense that tears spill down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of it all. But he doesn't stop—his rhythm remains the same, drawing out every ounce of sensation, leaving you breathless and barely able to think.

have you ever been fucked so hard you stomach started to hurt?

but fuck, you didn't want him to stop

soon you started to feel the burn of it all, our body twitched and trembled.

you fought so hard to speak but you couldn't even form a thought

suddenly it was all too much.

your head spun , your eyes rolled back and your body shook with one more orgasm

"Yuta please!" you screamed your hand instinctually trying to push him away from you and he only responded by gripping both your wrist in one hand.

"behave!" he growled out biting your nipple as a form of punishment but all that did was give you another orgasm.

"Ah! I'm-oh...please...fuck me daddy....please" you cried hysterically.

It's embarrassing what a good fuck can do to the mind

"Fuck bunny, such a dirty fucking mouth" he whispers as he bring his hand to your face gripping your jaw.

"open for me baby" he coos

you mouth is wide open not even a millisecond later and oh my hell

you died and came back when he spat in your mouth.

"swallow that shit" he thrusts deeper and harder.

"SHIT!" You scream out as he reaches a spot that you never had touched

he smiles at you mischievously "found it"

and just like that you had two more orgasms before you realized,

Yuta didn't cum yet

which could only mean one thing

"I'm not done with you bunny. I want you from the back"

You shook your head, still in a daze. " T-tired....t'much...mmm"

he kisses your temple oh so sweetly as anything but sweet words fall from his lips "i know baby but I want to see you cry some more when i fuck you harder. besides, don't you want daddy to cum all over you baby?

you look up at him with tear filled eyes "yes daddy"

he smiles showing his teeth "then be a good bunny and get on all fours for me"

"ah fuck" was what he said when he finally sank into you again.

his hands roamed your back squeezing and giving attention to your rolls

"You were fucking made for me" he moaned out in utter bliss.

looks like you did affect him like he affected you.

he was relentless with his thrust.

so fucking eager.

the room was just filled with the sound of your ass meeting his cock and oh was it music to your ears

"the view from here is fucking amazing baby"

he slaps your ass cheek repeatedly and you already know its bruised red.

from the mirror on the wall you could see him rubbing his hands all over your stretch marks as he mouths an inaudible "fuck"

You also see that he's going to take it up a notch when he lifts one of his legs up on to the stool. giving him a deeper angle as he pummels into you

"you grip on the white sheet on the tattoo bed as you scream

"I'M GONNA CUM!"

you fall on your chest as the strength leaves your arms. your eyes blur with tears for the the umpteenth time and you bite your lip so hard you taste blood

"I know baby me too" he pants out chest heaving as he tries to maintain his pace

"mmm-I'm cumming...i'm cumming- ah shit!" you manage to get out as your stomach tightens.

you feel Yuta swelling inside you but he pulls out just intime as white ropes of cum are painted over your back.

you barley can keep your eyes open as you see Yuta use his hands to spread his cum all over your stretchmark- filled ass cheeks

"holy shit: he says collapsing on top of you.

you're quiet for a moment not finding the strength to speak as yet

"i should've taken you on a date first bunny" Yuta says filling the silence

you sigh contently "you still can."

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