#nct 2018 drabbles

[keehomania]

MARK LEE (마크리) — BBF (DRABBLE)

✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)

there was something so appealing about having something you couldn’t. in this case, someone. you didn’t spend too much time wondering, asking why things were the way they were, you knew you had to go to the flow. maybe it was wrong, maybe you lacked morals and the right mind. maybe you just liked the chase, the thrill of it. whatever it was, you were in for it. you were so fucking in for it.

MARK LEE was insatiable. you didn’t understand at first but, then again, you didn’t pay much attention, and neither did he. you were used to your older brother bringing him around, an entire group of his friends huddled together. whether it was in his room, the living room, or outside, they were constantly there, a joint nuisance during your pre-teen years. you were just as much of a nusiance, bugging them, pestering them with whatever seemed to be on your mind at the time. you’d get a couple laughs, even if they were forced, but it was only right. you were their best friend’s baby sister, and they didn't mind you too much. they thought you were adorable, like a cute version of your brother. no matter how it seemed to you, what you felt for mark was just puppy love. it wasn’t something anybody found weird, as obvious as it was. you clung to him, laughed at his shitty jokes, and everybody found it adorable. there was nothing serious to it.

those years flew by faster than any of you had anticipated. a few summers later and you had grown into a beautiful, mature woman. you had put all the more care into your body, your studies, and your career. your brother often joked that he couldn’t recognize you, that you had grown up way too fast. he wasn’t far off, actually. you had spent a few summers away, studying abroad in greece for shits and giggles. the distance wasn’t as ideal as the progress, but you didn't regret a thing.

you came back a changed woman, and you were more than pleased with yourself. you missed korea more than anything, even the less than pleasantries that came with it. your brother was the first to greet you, embracing you in a big hug the minute you came in. he hadn’t seen you in years, and he was more than stunned with the outcome. “wow, you've gotten uglier,” he joked as he ruffled your hair. you only rolled your eyes at him, slapping his shoulder lightly. “you haven't changed at all, i see.” he mocked your words, sticking his tongue out after to emphasize one thing—just because you had changed doesn't mean everybody else did.

when it was time for his friends to come around, you realized just how little everything else had changed. your brother and his friends stuck to their usual routine, just like when they were younger. you didn’t think much of it, even though the thought of mark still lingered in your mind. you did your best to push it aside, reminding yourself that whatever it was you felt—you felt it ages ago. you were a kid, it was puppy love, and you didn't know any better.

when they finally came around, they made themselves comfortable in the backyard. your brother had informed them of your return, and they were ecstatic to see you, to see how you were doing. to see if you had changed, to see if you were dating, thought one of them in particular. the first thing that you did was dash out of the house to greet them. there were whoops of approval, a few warm hugs and handshakes, all mingling in the air with a few cheers of, “we missed you” and “you've changed so much.” you were thrilled with the feedback, taking in every bit of what everybody had to say. all but one.

mark didn’t know what exactly it was that he was expecting to see when you walked out. your brother spoke highly of your change, saying it was like you had matured overnight, but mark took his words with a grain of salt. he managed to stay afloat despite his anticipation, until you had finally revealed yourself. his knuckled turned white with the force of his fingers clutching his seat, yet he couldn’t utter a word. everyone was able to say something, to greet you, everyone but him. the words were there, he knew exactly what it was he wanted to say, but they refused to come out.

you met his gaze swiftly, failing to realize the sheer tension behind them, even as everybody quieted down. “hey, markie,” you approached him with a soft smile, standing on your toes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “missed you so much.” he felt as if time had come to a halt, his body growing more warm and more intense with every passing second. he felt the way your arms enveloped him, and all he could smell was you. it was a familiar scent, a comforting one tinted with vanilla and cinnamon.

he finally forced himself to hug you back, his arms snaking around your waist. “missed you more, (y/n).” fuck, was he grateful to have finally said something, anything. it was when you finally pulled away that he finally got a good look at you, at what he had been missing out on for years on end. your brother had sugarcoated his praise and approval, you had changed in ways that felt vulgar to say aloud. it was the way the european sun had done you justice, lightening your hair and tanning your skin. he found himself face-to-face with said justice, the white tan lines peeking under your tank top giving him all the indication.

he saw it in the way your eyes beamed with something foreign, something that wasn’t childlike nor pure. it was something dangerous, something intimidating that forced his gaze to lock with yours, decorated by black strokes of eyeliner. it was in the way the tank top hung from your body, hovering just above your belly button—no, something hovering just above your pierced belly button. fuck, he could feel it now, in all the wrong places. it was in the way he could see your hard nipples under the sheer top, visible with the cold air brushing over them. it was in the way your short were too tight and, well, too short, hanging just an inch below your ass. he felt disgusting for looking, and he knew it was obvious.

“i’m gonna go back inside,” you announced aloud to everyone, but yours eyes never left mark. neither did the stupid smirk playing on your lips, fuck, maybe not everything changed. “it’s getting a little cold for me.” everybody murmured hums of approval, nothing too special, but mark was frozen in his spot. he watched you as you turned back around and went back inside, his eyes glazing over everything—the way your hair shifted, your shoulderblades, the curve of your back, and your ass. he felt awful, but he couldn't help himself. everything that seemed cute years ago no longer seemed cute.

“you better watch yourself, mark lee,” your brother cut through the silence as he sipped his beer, his tone accusatory in a playful way. “she’s still my baby sister.”

you were his baby sister, that was the only thing that hadn’t changed. what really changed was mark. he held it off for as long as he could, telling himself it didn’t matter, that you were both young and didn't understand what feelings were. you still didn’t understand, neither of you did, but feelings didn't matter anymore. you didn’t have to understand feelings to understand hormones.

“it’s weird seeing you drink,” you couldn't bite back the smirk playing on your face as you heard his voice. you leaned forward, arms crossed against the kitchen counter as you sipped your beer. it was like you had anticipated his arrival from the second you walked back into the house, it almost felt calculated. you didn’t turn back around, you could feel his presence, his gaze. “really weird.”

you hummed in response as you sipped your drink. you looked up at the window in front of you, locking eyes with his reflection, the smirk never leaving your face. “i’m full of surprises, right?” you practically purred, leaning forward as the straps of your top spilled down your shoulders. he felt the strain in his pants, one he prayed you wouldn't notice as his gaze flickered between your eyes and the valley of your cleavage, now all the more visible to him.

he tried to distract himself, to stop himself from giving in. his eyes fell to the floor, falling on a can of beer that either could’ve fallen to the floor, or been meticulously placed there. mark didn't know better, he never knew better. “you dropped a can,” he didn’t mean for his voice to tremble as much as it did, but it was too late. he was like a mouse in a room full of traps.

your smirk didn't falter as your gaze dropped to the can that you had placed by your feet. “you’re right,” you murmured as you sunk down. your legs remained upright, upper body bending down as you grabbed the can. you didn’t hear the way he cussed under his breath, but you didn’t need to. you saw it in his eyes as they dropped to your ass, the material of your shorts stuffed in between the mound of flesh, giving him the view he had been silently praying for. “didn't even notice.”

he wasn’t sure what it was that finally did it for him, but he had just about enough. you had turned your back to him once more, as if you were oblivious to what you were doing, but he caught the smirk on your face. it was just about enough to piss him off. his footsteps were heavy as he approached you, his breath hitching slightly as he bent down. his chest was tight, his heart thumping against his ribcage like a drum. “you’re really pushing it, aren’t you?” he spoke, his voice gruff with irritation. you scoffed, your hand grabbing his arm for balance as you turned, your clothed breasts brushing against his forearm.

you finally turned to face him, a glint in your eye. “pushing what exactly?” your tone was playful, taunting even. you had always been a tease, but now it was different. it wasn’t the same playful banter from when you were younger, it was something more, something that had his blood boiling.

his eyes searched yours, looking for any semblance of innocence he might've missed. he found none. “you know what i’m talking about,” he breathed, his hand hovering over your arm for a second too long. your skin felt hot under his touch, and he knew you felt it too. “gonna do something we’ll both regret.”

you leaned in closer, your breath grazing his cheek. “you think?” your voice was a whisper, filled with challenge. “i’m not a little girl anymore, mark.” your hand found its way to his chest, feeling the thump of his heart beneath his shirt. his eyes narrowed, the reminder hitting too close to home. “you're my best friend's baby sister,” he practically snapped, his frustration reaching a peak. his anger was misdirected, and he was aware of that. what he should’ve done was remind himself of the facts, the same facts that seemed to fight the tent in his pants. you stepped back, feigning innocence as you sipped from your can.

his gaze dropped to your mouth, watching the way your lips wrapped around the can. he could feel his resolve slipping away, his body begging him to do something, anything, to get closer to you. “it’s wrong,” he said, the words feeling foreign as they left his mouth. you set your beer down, a knowing smile playing on your lips. “is it?” your hand reached up, playing with the strands of your hair.

his hand shot out, grabbing yours before it could reach your hair. “your brother,” he began, his voice strained. “your brother would kill me.”

you stepped closer again, your hand still in his grasp. “he’ll never find out,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his. you leaned in, pressing your body against his. “no one’s gonna find out.”

his eyes darkened, his grip on your hand tightening. “we shouldn't,” he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. “you're playing with fire.” you leaned in even closer, your tits pressing against his chest. “maybe i like getting burned,” you murmured, your other hand reaching up to trace his jawline.

his control snapped. he crushed his mouth against yours, his tongue delving deep, tasting every part of you. his hands roamed your body, feeling every curve and dip. you moaned into his mouth, your body responding instinctively to his touch. the kitchen floor was cold under your bare feet as you stepped out of your shorts, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you. “mark,” you whimpered, pulling him closer. his response was to lift you onto the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. he didn’t hesitate, his hand reaching into your panties, feeling the wetness that had been building up since you saw him again. “so eager,” he murmured against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

you pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing his muscular chest. your hands roamed over his biceps, taking in the warmth of his skin. “fuck,” you breathed as he kissed down your neck, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin.

his hand found your tits, his thumb flicking over your hardened nipples as his free hand worked on your panties. you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to him. “mark,” you repeated, your voice needy. his mouth found your nipple, sucking and biting gently, making you gasp. his other hand found your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. “shit, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief as your juices coated his finger, leaving his nail slick and shiny.

you were lost in the feeling, your hips bucking against his hand. “please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whine. he complied, his hand moving faster, his teeth biting down harder. then, he pulled away, leaving you panting, your eyes glazed with desire. “not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “i wanna see all of you.”

you didn’t argue, letting him pull your tank top over your head, revealing your bare breasts. “just like that, fuck,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over the flesh of your tits, stopping at the sight of the metal piercing that clung to your belly button. every bit of it helped him see you in a different light, a light that made his cock painfully hard in his pants. he took in the sight of you, so needy, messy and on display for him. it was wrong and he knew it, but he was too entranced to care anymore.

his hand snuck up to your mouth, his thumb pressing into your lower lip as he stared into your eyes. “you're so fucking tempting,” he groaned, the words slipping out despite his better judgment. you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking lightly before speaking, “so are you.” it was all the invitation he needed.

his hand moved down to the button of his pants, the sound of his zipper echoing through the kitchen. he stepped closer, his cock springing free, thick and long. you took in the sight of him, licking your lips, your eyes wide with anticipation. “are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. “more than you’ll ever know,” you replied, your voice just as breathless.

his hand moved behind your head, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. your eyes never left his as he guided his cock to your mouth, the tip teasing your lower lip. you parted your lips, letting him in, feeling the warmth and hardness of him on your tongue. his grip tightened, his hips bucking slightly as you took him in deeper. your eyes watered slightly, but you didn’t care. you liked the way he felt, the way he filled your mouth. you liked the way his breath hitched, the way his eyes rolled back.

you moved your head back, letting his dick fall out of your mouth with a wet pop. “so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured, his voice strained with lust.

his hand left your hair, moving to the small of your back, pressing you closer as he kissed you again. you could feel his length pressing against your stomach, leaving a wet trail against your belly button as it slid down to your pussy. your hand found its way to his cock, stroking him gently. “you’re gonna get me all dirty,” you murmured against his lips, your voice teasing. “you want it clean?” he responded, a hint of mischief in his tone. “maybe later,” you replied, your hand moving faster, your thumb smearing precum over the tip of his cock.

his hands moved to your ass, cupping the flesh, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. you could feel his cock sliding through your folds, the head brushing against your clit. “mark,” you moaned, your legs tightening around his waist. “i know,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “i know you want it.”

he didn’t wait for you to respond, didn't wait for permission. he pushed into you, filling you in one swift motion. you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “fuck,” you whispered, the pain mixing with pleasure. he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. “more,” you demanded, your voice needy.

his thrusts grew deeper, harder, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. the kitchen counter was cold against your back, but you didn’t care. all you could feel was the heat between your legs, the way his cock filled you up, the way his hands held onto you like you were his. “you're so fucking tight,” he groaned, his hips moving with a ferocity that had you seeing stars.

you met each of his thrusts with your own, your body moving in sync with his. “fuck me harder,” you begged, your voice strained. he complied, his hips slamming into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. you could feel yourself getting closer, your orgasm building like a storm inside of you. “mark, i’m gonna—"”

his hand came down, colliding with the flesh of your ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. “not yet,” he grunted, his rhythm not faltering. “i’m not done with you.” you moaned, your body responding to his dominance. he reached around, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked you. you knew it was risky, but the thrill of it only made you want it more. he was lost in the pleasure, the morbidly amazing feeling of your cunt milking everything he had to give you. his cock was big, hitting all the right places that had you clawing at his back. he held you in place, arms draped around your waist as he drilled into you. he made sure one hand toyed with the flesh of your ass, gripping and probing hard enough to paint bruises. his other hand roamed over your tits, kneading the flesh as his thumb tugged at your nipples, but his curiosity got the better of him.

he couldn’t help the way his hand dropped to your stomach, fingertips tracing the piercing. he loved the way the light adorned the material, it was like eye candy to him. he kept his hand there as he pounded into you, the realization of just how big he was compared to you dawning upon him. it had to do with how your cunt struggled to take him whole, the outline of his cock practically under the skin of your stomach. he was entranced by it, thrusting into you just a little harder to really see it. you were so small compared to him, yet there you were, taking him whole. he placed his palm ovee your stomach as he continued to tear your pussy apart, his hand clasped over the outline of his cock. it was like he was jacking himself off, while he was inside you.

the pressure grew as his pace quickened, your body tightening around him. “please, ’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain. “do it,” he urged, his hand pressing down harder on your stomach. your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. he groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his own release. “gonna fill this pussy up,” he warned, his voice strained. “please,” you moaned, your cunt clenching around him.

his cock swelled, pulsing as he came inside you, his cum filling you up. your legs tightened around his waist, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. your breath came put ragged and harsh, your chest heaving as his cum spilled down your thighs. he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours.

you could feel his heart racing against your chest, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. “what now?” he whispered, his voice filled with uncertainty. “now, we clean up,” you replied, your voice low and sultry, your hand reached down, wrapping around his still hard cock. “and maybe we do it again,” you suggested, your eyes never leaving his.

his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation. what he found was a spark of excitement, a challenge. “you’re insatiable,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “a little bit,” you replied, your smile widening. “now, get me off this counter before i get a bruise.”

he chuckled, his grip on your ass tightening as he lifted you off the counter. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck. “where to?” he asked, his voice still thick with lust. “my room,” you murmured, your eyes half-lidded. “we have all night.”

✧.*

[milkhwi]

Casino Nights - Gambler! Chenle

Summary: Gambling and more gambling, that’s all that mattered to Chenle. The probability of him winning was always high until one day you showed up and decided to change that and his life, too.

genre: gambler! chenle x  gambler! reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: illegal gambling & swearing probably not proof read enough

a/n: originally was supposed to be a bulleted scenario but honestly,, think this came out better idk anything about gambling dont do it kids- also it’s been in my draft since 2020 omg..4 years yeah last fic ever probably i’ve retired from my good old days. idk if anyone will read this but i’m proud :3 also my longest fic of my entire career who else cheered!

masterlist。

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Dies being rolled, cards being shuffled, chips being placed, and bets being made. The casino was always full of gamblers- especially on a Saturday night. The casino was like a second home for Chenle. Every Saturday he would be there- gambling. Chenle, only being an eighteen year old, wasn’t allowed to enter a casino. Reason: age. Of course, it was no secret that gambling at that age was illegal. But Chenle was an exception. He knows how to gamble. In fact, he’s very good at it. The only reason he was allowed in the first place was because he’s rich. Being rich was an advantage to him. He put down exactly $10 million on the line- to which of course, anyone would accept if it was that amount of money. To make things worse, he was going to gamble against one of the best known gamblers. “If I win, I’ll be allowed to gamble and get twice the amount I’m betting. Alright?” Chenle said, with no tone in his voice.

Chenle’s opponent chuckled and smirked at him, “Alright kid, it’s a bet.”

Not long after, the best gambler out there was not only dethroned by an eighteen year old, but exactly 20 million in debt. Chenle chuckled slightly, “You were really that confident, huh?” His opponent gulped, he knew this was something so embarrassing that it would even haunt him in his dreams, “You cheated, didn’t you? Let’s go again, I’ll prove you wrong.” Chenle pretended to think about it, then nodded, betting down $30 million this time.

“Watch me close if you really think I’m cheating.” Everyone watching the game taking place was already sweating. Not long after, they were neck to neck- this made Chenle’s opponent laugh, relieved about the fact that he had a higher chance of winning, but since misfortune was on his side, Chenle won.

50 million in debt.

Suddenly his opponent stood up to say something, but immediately fell to his feet. Shaking at the realization. Chenle leaned towards him- towering him, “Wanna go again? Want to try proving me wrong again?” He said as his eyes darkened.

Everyone was shocked. How could someone so young be so deadly?

From that day on, Chenle became the youngest gambler. No one really opposed the idea of him becoming a gambler- especially at the gambling den and if they did, Chenle would ask them to play a few games.

Chenle did gambling as a hobby. For fun. No one really knew how he was so good at gambling. “He’s rich so he was probably taught in order to bring money to the house” or “What do you expect? It probably runs in the fucking family.”

The truth is, the first time Chenle gambled, he was at stake of losing everything. He wasn’t driven by money. He only gambled because he wanted to see how easy it was to see someone else defeated. He didn’t use his emotions- he used logic. After that, surprisingly- he didn’t get addicted to gambling like many do. Luckily, his parents weren’t aware of what he did in his spare time and they didn’t really care, either. 

His parents only cared that when he finally turned 21, he would take over the company- or when his dad retired and handed him the company. Chenle was completely fine with that but wanted to have a hobby that was amusing to the eye.

Once he got home back from gambling at an ungodly hour, he headed to his room. There was a golden envelope with his name written in calligraphy. He turned his head slightly, murmuring a slight “huh?” and opened the envelope. His eyes turned wide at the contents of the letter. He was invited to go to the most important event of the year, held once a year, the talk of the year- NCT, something anyone would die to attend. The only thing that went through his head was how much money he would make if he would gamble with the rich people attending the event.

-

“You’re gonna have to attend, alright?” His mother said, taking another sip from her coffee.

“I know. It’s next week, right?”

“Yes, so after your meetings and lunch go and get your suit tailored.” She smiled, and grabbed her bag heading out the door.

Chenle sighed, at the sight of the empty house and how alone he was in the morning. Once he finished his breakfast he headed out to his meetings.

-

The day finally arrived and his mood was going downhill. ‘It had to be on a saturday, didn’t it?’ Chenle rolled his eyes, knowing he won’t be able to go to the casino. He silently sat in the dining room waiting for his father to finish going through documents inside his office. “Your father is ready to see you.” His mother said, opening the door to the office, making Chenle stand up and head inside.

His father glanced at him and then back at his computer and continued typing. Chenle walked over to his father’s desk, causing him to stop typing and clasped his hands, “I heard your friends are also going to the event.” Chenle noded, a barely audible ‘yes’ coming out of his mouth.

“Well, besides that, put out some good words for the company and try to get us as many new customers you can.”

“Yes, father.”

Chenle’s head swayed back and forth, making his eyes flutter shut at the soft jazz music playing in the background while people talked amongst themselves. As his head was about to fall to the table, Jisung smacks the back of his head, causing him to jolt awake. Jisung laughs and says, “At this rate, you might as well go home.” 

Chenle looks at his watch and sighs, “It hasn’t even been an hour.” 

Jeno sits next to him and says, “Did your father tell you to promote his company?” 

“Yeah- like always.” 

Suddenly, two plates of food were placed in front of him, “While you’re at it, you should eat lots of food!” Jaemin grabbed one plate and started digging in. 

“He’s not wrong. We’re all probably gonna be stuck here for the rest of the night.” Renjun said, trying to grab food out of Jaemin’s plate. 

Chenle checks his watch again, realizing only two minutes have passed, sighing. He looked around trying to come up with a plan on how to leave without anyone noticing in order to go to the casino. He stands up waving slightly, “Anyways, I’ll catch you guys later.” 

“Where are you going?” Donghyuck says, his mouth stuffed with food.

“It’s a saturday.” 

All of them collectively sigh at Chenle- knowing he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to do, but allowed him to do it anyways since they were all friends.

Chenle wandered around aimlessly around the building. Trying to find an exit that was not the front door seemed harder than he thought. At times he got distracted at how many people he had to greet or how the lights oozed an unexplainable aura. He goes up the flight of stairs trying to see if there was a way out. As he looks around, he stops and gazes at you- because of how dark it is, he doesn’t recognize who you are.  But all he knows is, he has never seen you before at these past parties. Even though a lot of people attend, he knows everyone by memory. He continues going up the stairs trying to get a closer look at you, trying not to lose sight of you either. He shakes his head, thinking about how he should find an exit instead. 

About two hours later, he enters the gambling den and a familiar smell lingers around causing him to smile. It has only been a week but he already missed the sounds of the slots and the ambient music playing in the background. As he was walking to the furthest part of the den, he noticed how many people were causing a commotion around a table of blackjack. There you were. Betting with some random old rich man. Chenle shook his head lightly, sighing at the fact that you most likely have lost- if not thousands by now. He signals towards a dealer near your table and shifts his eyes towards you, asking what you were doing here. 

“They’ve been here for an hour. And they’ve won all their games already.”

His ears perked up to that new piece of information. All games won? Chenle loves a challenge. As he walks towards your table, watching you win. He reaches his hand out, “Let’s play a simple game of poker, shall we? I heard you’re pretty good for the hour you’ve already been here.”

“You’re not afraid to lose?” You say scanning Chenle’s face.

“Absolutely not, I have faith in myself.” 

You were in his territory after all, why would he be afraid? Especially if he’s never seen you around. So he put all his chips to bet. 

“Already? But it’s just the first game” You furrowed your eyebrows debating whether to believe if he was really good at this game. 

“One game is all I need.” Chenle said, as he sat down. 

You smirked, realizing how confident he sounded, you placed all your chips down, too. 

And so, the game began with the dealer handing both of you 7 cards. People were already gathering around the both of you. Watching and waiting for this weird tension to be cut. With your poker faces on, the game began, rotating from one another. 

“Raise” You said, causing Chenle to look up from his cards again. Although Chenle looked unaffected from the outside, he was confused, why would you raise again? Was your hand actually that much better than his? Or were you just bluffing? His hand wasn’t all that good, but he needed to win. He always wins. But this game seemed to feel like it was taking too long. 

“Raise, too” Not wanting to back down, Chenle was determined to win. He never felt like he was going to lose against you. Maybe you had a one hour win streak, but he was about to break it. 

Full house. A tie. Everyone started murmuring around the table. A tie? Against the infamous Chenle? Even Chenle looked slightly upset at this. But even this had a solution, he had the highest kind of a full house, automatically winning. 

“Congrats, I’m Y/n by the way. New to the area, heard the rumors, and I guess they were true! Let’s do this again next time, shall we?” Before Chenle could speak, you were heading out, and he was too stunned at the fact that he almost lost a game to some newbie.

“The Zhong Chenle.. almost lost?” Haechan said, bursting out in laughter. Jisung and Jaemin seemed to hold in their laughter in order to not hurt his ego, but hearing Heachans contagious laugh, they couldn’t hold it in.

“Guys stop laughing, this should come off as surprising instead. I mean, a newbie? And a tie at that?” Mark said, while also trying not to laugh. Jeno shook his head, looking at the ground, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“I lost my mind that night. I don’t know what to feel.” Chenle sighed, still astonished by what happened almost a week ago.

“Are you gonna go tonight?” Jeno asked, out of curiosity.

“Take us with you this time! I wanna see you get your ass kicked!” Renjun hit Chenle’s shoulder playfully.

He sighed and nodded, “Fine, just don’t say anything stupid.”

Night fall came, which meant gambling night! Chenle brought the boys and was looking around to see if you would show up again. And so, you did.

You walked up to Chenle, tapping him on his soldier, innocently smiling, “Hi! I sure hope you weren’t too hung up on last week’s match” To that remark, Chenle felt his neck burn up, out of embarrassment. The boys looked at him, their jaws almost dropping. They didn’t expect that to be the way the night was starting, but it was probably going to go downhill from that. 

-

After a few games, that Chenle obviously won. Your interest in him peaked, you were the same age as him after all, and wanted to know what made him more special than the rest. But your ultimate goal was to win a game against him in less than 5 months. This caused you to show up to the den even on the days Chenle never showed up for. But of course, he found out a week after, so he started showing up more, just to see what you were up to. It was strange, really. Both of you were gamblers, but the fact that he felt a connection with you since he tied a game with you was what kept him wondering. The fact that you kept coming and blowing up thousands of dollars just to play with him was also strange. You were a good gambler, keeping Chenle invested in your games. And so, you would meet outside of the gambling den, during the daytime to eat lunch or even dinner. He learned your hobbies, besides gambling all your money away and learned you were an exchange student with rich parents in the other side of the earth that would send you pocket money every weekend to treat yourself. Of course, they didn’t know you were blowing it off to some games every weekend, as long as you kept it hidden and kept a low profile, everything would be fine. 

Chenle felt like the closest person you’ve met in your life. You cherished your friendship with him, but after realizing it’s been 4 months since you’ve known him, you felt a strange sensation of wanting to be even closer to him. And you didn’t know if he felt the same. You didn’t want to risk it anyways. The fact that you managed to figure out how to beat him after 8 weeks of gambling with him and keeping up an act to let him win was something you didn’t wanna tell him. But you were going home for the summer soon and wanted to know if you were even coming back. So you decided to wait 2 more weeks and win against him officially. 

“I can’t believe you’re leaving soon.” Chenle said, sitting down at your usual table. 

“And I’m spending my last days at the casino, how funny is it?” You smiled feeling a sense of competitiveness rush up. “By the way, can I pick the game?”

Chenle nodded realizing they haven’t played a few certain games in a while. And one of them was poker.  “Poker it is.” 

As always, people were dying to see Chenle play against anyone, knowing he would win. But this time you weren’t gonna hesitate. As the dealer handed you  cards, you realized you had to win no matter what.

A straight flush. Everyone cheered around you. Chenle seemed to have gotten the second highest hand out of the deck, and there was no way your bluff was going to work against him. So, you showed your cards. A royal flush. The highest hand. Everyone stood quiet. Even Chenle couldn’t believe his eyes. He clapped, slowly causing everyone around you to cheer, “I knew you could do it, I always believed you.” 

As if it was the adrenaline or the amount of people around you, you suddenly spoke and said “Chenle, I like you”

People took this as a cue and fled to different directions, not wanting to know what was going to happen next. Chenle’s eyes widened slightly and chuckled lightly, “I like you too, so come back as soon as you can”

- 

That summer, Chenle would finally take over the company, which meant he would stop gambling if he didn’t wanna risk the future of the company. And you were working under your parent’s company but managed to land a sweet deal with Chenle’s company while his father still ran it and was allowed to work back with Chenle. 

Taking trips to Sin City was something you adored with Chenle. The faces of other gamblers were priceless when you or him managed to win flawlessly, and with no “record” of ever gambling before. You hardly ever lost any money, so it was only ever done for fun. 

“Chenle, I want to tell you something..” 

“Go on”

“I figured out how to beat you and let you win multiple times afterwards.”

“Oh, it clicked to me the first time we met, I think I got lucky the first time we met.” 

“Wait- really?”

“Yeah, but I was also really lucky that we met that night, I mean what were the odds?” Chenle says, planting a kiss on your lips gently, causing both of you to reminisce about the first time you met.  

[sollattes]

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[taeiltime]

Church Girl

Requests: Open!

Requested?: If you count my discord buds begging me to then yes ahsja

Synopsis: Moon Taeil. Your church's young and enthusiastic pastor, but also your best fuck.

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT,,, Lowkey exhibitionism , idk you fuck in a church sorry lord oof

Word Count: 1.3k

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You weren’t supposed to be doing this.

The stain glass windows lined the wall, bible verses printed on large posters mocking you. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this here, or at all but you couldn’t help yourself, the church being a such a sacred place for not only you, but the many other families who attended. Church on Sundays had been the norm for you for as long a you could remember. Your parents had always been heavily involved in the church, running bible classes and growth groups in the week as well as planning church meetings. As their eldest daughter, you had been expected to follow in their footsteps and you had been,

Until Moon Taeil came along.

Taeil was a dream in a pastors gown. Red hair slicked back and dreamy smile. He was passionate and kind, hence why he was employed straight of Bible school. To everyone else, Taeil was a young and enthusiastic pastor. But to you, Taeil nothing but was pure sin.

It all started with a innocent conversation one evening. It was the monthly congregation lunch and much to your surprise, you found yourself seated next to Taeil. You’d never talked much before, despite your similarity in age. Your congregation was large and Taeil was a busy man, but on that evening you talked like old friends. Taeil had an aura about him when he spoke and you just couldn’t put your finger on what it was. You found yourself entranced by his words despite the mundane nature of them,

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked nonchalantly, picking up his fork again and going back to eating his food. Your face went bright red at his question, shaking your head and looking down. Taeil chuckled at this,

“Don’t be embarrassed, you really think girls in their 20’s are interested in pastors? I’ve practically signed myself up for the single life.”

After that conversation, your friendship flourished. You found yourself talking to Taeil after every service, laughing and joking. At first it was just that, but after a while, his hand found its way to your arm as much a possible, loud vibrant laughter turned into shy giggles and before long, you found yourself seated in Taeil’s lap after the church service. You weren’t sure how you started kissing but you didn’t stop yourself. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck pulling him closer and his gripping your ass. He removed his lips from yours, bringing them to your neck, small moans leaving your mouth and as he worked his magic, you listed the reasons this was wrong in your head.

1. You were in the middle of a church.

At that moment Taeil found the sweet spot at the base of your neck, earning loud moan from you.

“Eager are we?” He whispered into your skin.

2. You weren’t married

“Come on, lets go to my office,” He said with a wink as he pulled you off his lap. You tried to stop yourself, but your feet started moving.

3. He was your pastor.

You reached his office, the both of you wasted no time as you reconnected your lips and his hands found their way to the zip of your skirt as he pushed towards his desk.

And just like that, the your list flew out of the window. Taeil’s office was above the main church hall, glass lining the whole perimeter giving you a view of the church below. Taeil didn’t seem to be bothered this, lifting you to sit on his desk, hands flying into your underwear.

“Ah Taeil, fuck!” You moaned, hiding your face in his neck as his fingers circled your clit. Taeil chuckled at your desperation, fingers moving faster.

“Feel good sweetheart?” He asked teasingly. Your moan answered his question, your hands reaching for his belt, needing more.

“Not so fast princess” He said, instantly removing his fingers from your pants, earning a whine from you. “Remember whose office your in, ok?”

Taeil’s mouth attached itself back to your neck, hands pulling your underwear down and off your body. His lips made their way further and further down your body until his face was between your legs, bruises already beginning to appear on your thighs as his lips moved closer to where you needed him. You could feel his breath on you as he removed his lips from your thigh.

“Taeil, please” you breathed out.

That was all he needed. His mouth instantly connected to your clit, tongue running circles across the sensitive bud. Your hands flew to his hair in an attempt to steady yourself. Taeil chuckled at your response, the vibrations only causing you to moan louder. Taeil kept going, eventually removing one of his hands from you hips to place a finger inside of you. He watched your expression as you desperately tried to keep quiet, which only fueled his fire.

“Taeil, ahh, shit I think i’m gonna cum,” You could barely take it any longer, the familiar feeling spreading through every bone in your body as you tried to resist.

All it took was for him to whisper “Cum for me princess” into your core for you to let go, moans erupting from your body, hips uncontrollably shaking. Once you rode out your high, Taeil wasted no time connecting your lips together once again. This time when you clawed at his belt, he didn’t stop you, instead pulling his trousers off, leaving him in just his boxers. He broke the kiss, opening the top draw of his desk and retrieving a condom.

“Jesus christ Taeil, you keep condoms in your desk?”

“Just because I’m a pastor doesn’t mean I can’t have fantasies.”

“What would those fantasies be hm?”

“You.”

His lips collided with yours once again, hands rooming all over your naked form. Your hands desperately pulled at his boxers in hopes of speeding him up.

“Taeil, please.”

“Taeil please what? Use your words and tell me what you want princess”

“I want you to fuck me Taeil!”

In an instant Taeil flipped you over so you were bent over his desk. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you heard the sound on the condom wrapper and felt his hands land on your ass.

“Your wish is my command”

He spoke before thrusting into you. You cried out at the feeling, hands gripping at the desk in front of as you desperately tried to stay sane. He went slow at first, his deep moans filling the room as he thrusted. You moved your hips to meet his causing him to speed up to a point where you stopped holding your moans in, the pleasure taking over. Taeil then moved his hand from your hips to rub your clit slowly, causing you to whine uncontrollably.

“Does that feel good baby? You gonna come for me again hm?”

You said nothing in reply but when you moaned out his name, he got his answer, the feeling of you tightening around him doing enough to send him over the edge a deep grunt leaving his throat as he came. Taeil pulled out and you stayed hunched over the desk for a moment, attempting to catch your breath. You snapped out of your daze when your saw Taeil crouch down in front of you half clothed, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face,

“You ok sweetheart? I didn’t go to hard did I?”

You chuckled at his response, pushing yourself off the desk and beginning to look for your clothes only to find them folded on the desk next to where you once were.

“No you didn’t go to hard Taeil, that was fucking amazing oh my god”

“Hey don’t mention the lord's name in vain!” He said causing you both to laugh before capturing your lips in a kiss once more, only to be broken apart by a knock on the door.

“Taeil it’s time for your 6:30pm service!”

Oh shit.

[monlunetaeil]

Sleepy Boy

cute sleepy boy uwu

Requested: Yes!! thank you hehe @ughh-m

Requests: Open!!

Warnings: None, just pure, sleepy Taeyong fluff

Synopsis: Taeyong was tired, but never too tired to spend time with you.

Word count: 800

“You look tired baby”

Was the the first thing you said after entering your small apartment. Taeyong laid on the couch, fluffy blanket covering his body and eyes hazy as he floated between the realms of being awake and asleep.

“You’re home!” he said rather excitedly rubbing his eyes, voice coated with sleep. The air of your apartment was cold, probably due to the small opening in the window which let the harsh winter air in. Taeyong always prefered your apartment on the colder side, stating it made it perfect for cuddling. You however, disagreed. The cold was never your friend, which explained why you had around 4 layers of clothing on to shield you from the winter air. Taeyong stood up from the coach rather sluggishly, blanket still around his shoulders and walked over to you, nuzzling your head into your shoulder.

“I missed you” he continued, causing your face to heat up. It wasn’t long though before Taeyong pulled away, removing your hat, scarf and coat from your body and telling you to go and change into comfy clothes. Friday night movies had always been a tradition in Taeyong and your relationship. You weren’t sure where it stemmed from but it had become a routine for the two of you and it was always the perfect end to the week. This week, however, Taeyong had particularly long and gruelling practices, meaning most of the week he’d returned home half awake and clinging to your side, begging for you to go to bed and cuddle with him. Today was different, however. Taeyong pushed his want of sleep aside in favour of your weekly routine, insisting when you told him he should sleep, that he could sleep anytime and that you could only watch movies on Friday nights.

So that's how you ended up on the couch, Taeyongs head on your chest with some random action film illuminating your living room. Taeyong had inevitably dozed off again and you found yourself focusing on him more than the movie. His sharp jaw line, his soft lips, the small scar under his eye. You moved your hand from your lap to brush a small piece of hair from his face, causing him to stir. In a panic, your other hand began rubbing circles on his arm in an attempt to coax him back to sleep, unfortunately, to no avail. Taeyong pushed his body up, causing you to remove the arm you had around him, eventually settling with his head on your shoulder and watching the movie as if he hadn’t missed half of it.

“Morning sleepy head” you chuckled, watching as Taeyong blushed, knowing he’d been caught. Taeyong said nothing in reply, instead grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze.

“Let's go to bed baby” you tried, causing him to sit up. You quickly utilized the opportunity to begin playing with his hair again. Taeyong melted into your touch, almost giving in to the relaxing feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

“No, not yet. The movie isn’t over yet so neither is our date. I wanna spend time with you.” He then said, snapping out of his daze. His voice was rather unconvincing but the pout on his face and his sleepy eyes were more than enough to convince you, causing you to lean on his shoulder in defeat and go back to watching the movie, his arm around you, rubbing small circles on your arm.

20 minutes later, the movie was over and Taeyong was asleep again, his light snores filling your cold living room. This time you shook him lightly.

“Baby, please let's go to bed. The movie’s over and your gonna get yourself ill if you don’t get enough sleep…” Taeyong opened his eyes wide, looking at the tv screen playing the credits, in shock that he’d slept through the whole movie. You moved your body off of his, allowing him to lean forward and place his head in his hands.

“I’m really sorry, I slept through the whole movie babe. We rarely get anytime together and when we do I just fall asleep on you” he sighed, hands combing through his hair. You chuckled at his response, pulling his body into yours and placing a kiss on top of his head,

“Don’t be stupid Taeyong, anytime spent with you is time well spent. Now please, let's go to bed sweetie, you’re exhausted”

Taeyong sighed before nodding, allowing you to pull him up and drag him to your shared room. You climbed into bed first, Taeyong following closely behind, his head finding its way to your chest again, arms around your waist. It took all of 5 minutes for Taeyong to fall asleep again, causing you to chuckle and whisper into his hair,

“Night sleepy head”

[stroni-bomb]

Hai! I’m back again!! I loved the first story I requested and I’m back to request another! I think I’m in the mood for some more fluff but with Werewolf! Mark this time~

Canis Major

I'm so glad you liked the story before and I hope you enjoy this one just as much! 💘 I always imagine laying down next to Mark under the night sky and just naming all the constellations we can find -Stronicula

"What's that one called?" You asked quietly, pointing up at a small collection of stars.

"That one?" Mark followed your arm and squinted, "Oh that's Cygnus, see how they sort of cross together there? Picture someone with their arms out but this person has no legs or head."

You giggled at his description, weirdly being able to see exactly what he meant. You scanned the night sky once more for any other constellations.

"Ah," you pointed again at another set of stars, "they look like they could be something cool!"

Mark chuckled, following your finger once more, "Wow you're right Y/N, that's actually my favourite."

You turned your head to face him but his eyes were fixated on the constellation, "really? I must have an eye for these sorts of things."

He smiled warmly and nodded, "yup. That's Canis Major, in my old pack we would always look for this constellation every night and once we did we'd thank the moon goddess for blessing us with this night sky."

You looked back at the constellation feeling a new warmth to it, "so is it another wolf thing?"

He chuckled again, lifting himself up onto his elbows, "I guess so."

He motioned for you to come closer as he sat up himself. As you shuffled closer, also sitting up now, he lifted you with ease over him so you were now straddling him. You lightly hit his chest with a roll of your eyes but he just smirked.

"Do you ever miss your old pack?" You asked when it turned silent again.

Mark just shrugged, his eyes showed uncertainty so you decided to leave it there. You noticed how the moon reflected in his eyes, leaning forward you slowly began to replace it. You smiled, staring at your own reflection in his eyes.

"What are you up to Y/N?" He questioned, frowning in confusion.

"I'm all you can see," you giggled, making Mark laugh along with you.

Eventually both your eyes were fixed on the others lips, you slowly leaned in closer and pressed what was meant to be a short kiss but as soon as your lips touched his he wrapped his arms around you and rolled you both over so he was on top now.

The kiss was long and passionate. He'd nip at your lip every now and then then straight after he'd graze his tongue over where he bit. You weren't sure how long you both had been making out for until he finally pulled away with a small smirk.

"Sometimes I do miss my old pack," he said out of the blue, answering your question now, "but now I see no reason to miss them as much as I did."

You gently played with his hair before whispering a quiet "why?"

"My new pack is great. I have friends here but also," he kissed you once more but decided against drawing this one out, "I have you. You're something I didn't have back home."

"Oh Mark," you were the one who initiated the kiss now then pulled away a minute later, "am I really that special to you?"

"Of course Y/N," he paused seemingly to cringe at his own thoughts.

"Y/N...you're like my canis Major...but on earth."

[sluttyten]

Yuta + 165 please

Yuta + “i thought you said you were a good cook?” “i have no memory of ever saying that.”

When Yuta invited you to come over for dinner, you were excited. Your boyfriend had never cooked a homemade dinner for you before. Every time you’d had a date, you’d gotten delivery or one of his members had cooked and you’d both eaten it. But tonight Yuta had invited you over for dinner.

He’d told you before about how he was a good cook, how they’d done a season of their reality show NCT Life that was all about cooking, and he’d done a bit well. You’d never seen it to have any idea of how true or untrue that was, but you trusted you boyfriend, so you were looking forward to experiencing his chef skills firsthand.

“I’m excited for you to cook dinner for me tonight,” you tell him as you talk on the phone while you’re on your lunch break at work. “What are you going to make?”

Yuta’s end of the line buzzes silently for a moment, and then he says, “Uh, I can’t tell you what I’m making. It’s gonna be a surprise.”

And you like surprises, especially when Yuta’s involved in them, but you wish you had some idea of why to expect for dinner.

You don’t even bother heading home after work. You were working late anyway, so you just head over to his apartment, still in your work attire, tired and ready to get off your feet and enjoy a nice meal with Yuta.

When he opens the door of the apartment to let you in, a sheen of smoke hangs in the air. You can hear the irate voices of his roommates, the flapping sound of a towel being waved in front of a smoke detector, and a cool misty breeze blows into the room from the cracked open windows, opened in order to let the smoke out of the apartment.

“Hi.” Yuta grins sheepishly. “How was work today?”

“Good. What happened in here?” You step out of your shoes, leave your bag and jacket draped over the end of the sofa, and you look around the corner into the kitchen.

Something bad happened in there. There’s what appears to be a pile of melted plastic sitting on the stovetop. Taeil’s standing in the kitchen running water over something and grumbling to himself. Jaehyun’s silently chopping vegetables and shaking his head.

You look back at Yuta. “What happened?”

“He almost burnt down the whole building. We were so scared,” Jungwoo says as he comes into the room, fanning the air in front of him with a towel. “This is why when it comes to actually cooking, we leave it to Taeil hyung and Jaehyun hyung.”

You frown. “Yuta, I thought you said you were a good cook?”

“I have no memory of ever saying that.” Yuta shakes his head. “I can cook. I’m not necessarily a good one.”

The way he refuses to meet your eye though tells you that he remembers when he told you that he was a good cook, bragged about that season of NCT Life and guesting on Taeil’s Mr. Moon show.

Yuta sighs, taking your hand and pulling you away from all the others are. “Honestly,” he tells you quietly, “I was just inviting you over for dinner, thinking we’d order delivery, but earlier today when you told me you were looking forward to a home cooked meal, I decided I’d give it a try. I recruited Taeil hyung and Jaehyun to help. And I still messed it up, but it was going to be good.”

Your heart swells with love for the man in front of you. He’d tried, even though he knew he wasn’t the best home cook, he tried for you.

You kiss him quick. “Thank you for trying, Yuta. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

So you don’t get a homecooked meal by your boyfriend that night, but you do get a lovely homecooked meal. Taeil and Jaehyun pull together what they can, and when they present you and Yuta with their dishes, you could honestly kiss them both.

“Next time,” Yuta promises you. “Next time I’ll cook something good for you, and I’ll do it right.”

You notice his roommates all exchanging looks, so you smile and put your hand over his, squeezing lightly as you say, “Maybe next time we should take cooking classes together. Or I can cook for us.”

Yuta takes you up on that offer, but even after you go on a date to some cooking classes, neither you or his roommates (or the class instructor) look forward to him cooking any time soon.

[junjungsunwoo]

The Fault In Our Stars

-> Taeyong X Reader (with suprise guest at the end)

-> angst, to fluff(ish, not really???)

-> 1.002 (I thought I said no long fics???? Man I’m dumb.(I know this might not be long for some, but it’s pretty long for me...))

-> @geniejunn​, @kvydence​

-> Writen for @taemin-jaemin as requested for my 100 followers event! I’m sure you’ll love the ending for this Sarah. If you don’t well there’s nothing I can do i guess lol. The title you gave me was a bit hard for me to write into, but I tried my best, sorry if it’s not good enough T-T

-> Before you begin! This is a soulmate story, and how the soulmate system works in this fic is that in a pair of soulmates, only one person has the power to ‘see’ their soulmate in their dreams, while the other soulmate has the power to sometimes feel what their soulmates feel. In this fic, Taeyong is the person who can see their soulmate in their dreams along with the (not so surprise guest of you look in the tags) surprise guest at the end.

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Tears run down your face as you stare at the two before you. You couldn’t believe what’s happening.

You never imagined that the two you trusted most would be the ones to hurt you most. 

Everything was normal up until now, so what went wrong? You gave them both everything. Everything they would’ve ever needed- and yet- the only thing you got return was betrayal, anger and heartbreak.

“How could you do this to me?” You let out a whisper, your voice holds multiple overpowering emotions despite it being such a quiet tone. “ I-I though we were soulmates? Wha-why?” You stop talking to catch your breath, “Why would you do this to me? Soulmates are supposed to love each other only, so how- why would you do this to me?”

“How could you do this to me?” You let out a whisper, your voice holds multiple overpowering emotions despite it being such a quiet tone. “ I-I though we were soulmates? Wha-why?” You stop talking to catch your breath, “Why would you do this to me? Soulmates are supposed to love each other only, so how- why would you do this to me?”

“How could you do this to me?” You let out a whisper, your voice holds multiple overpowering emotions despite it being such a quiet tone. “ I-I though we were soulmates? Wha-why?” You stop talking to catch your breath, “Why would you do this to me? Soulmates are supposed to love each other only, so how- why would you do this to me?”

Your ex soulmate- Taeyong looks down in shame and guilt as your older sister let’s go of his hand and stood from where she once sat to face you.

“I’m sorry,” you sister tells you, “I-we should have told you this a long time ago-“ Taeyong stops her from speaking.

“I’ll tell her.”  Your sister nods her head as she takes a step back, telling Taeyong that she’s going to wait in the car, before giving his hand a squeeze before she walked out the cafe.

“Come sit down y/n,” he points to the empty spot where your sister once sat. Hesitating slightly, you sat down.

“So where do I begin…” He looks down onto his cup of cold, un-finished cup of coffee, before taking a deep breathe before telling you “We were never soulmates at all.” He drops the bomb on you.

You felt your world stop for a second. Everything around you felt like it was frozen, and you felt like you were underwater, every sound was muffled, and everything was blurry.

“Wha-What did you say?” You spoke out finally after a long pause, “What do you mean we were never soulmates?” More tears gather in your eyes as you look at Taeyong.

Taeyong couldn’t bare to look into your eyes. They were full of hate, grief, disbelief, and love in them that Taeyong couldn’t look into your eyes without breaking down.

“I guess everything was just the fault in our stars,” he began as tears roll down your cheeks, “I guess everything was just...the wrong timing. I mis-read everything when I saw you. I-I thought you were my soulmate because you fit the physical descriptions of the person in my dreams. But then the closer we got, the more difference I saw between you and the girl in my dreams.” 

He pauses as he glance at you before looking back down into his cup of coffee.

 “But then I met your sister and everything started to make sense, the one in my dreams was never you- it was always your sister, your twin sister that looked exactly like you.”

You were breaking down at this point. You hates the soulmate system and how it worked. You hated the fact that you were used to help your sister find her soulmate. You hate that you feel in love with a man that was- that will never be yours.

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong tells you as he finally looks into your eyes, his own wet with tears as well. “I’m sorry y/n. I really did love you at one point, but the soulmate pull is just so strong that I couldn’t deny it and fell in love with your sister.”

Taeyong stood up from where he sat before give you a bow, “I’m so sorry.” He was crying as well at this point as well, as tears rolled down his face when he stood back up from his bow.

“No,” you tell him, “I’m sorry for being in the way of you finding your true soulmate for all these years.” You stood up from where you sat, “I’m sorry for sticking by your side and claiming you as mine when you never was, I’m sorry.” You grabbed your bag, “I’m sorry for bothering you for all these years, but just know- I’ll never regret loving you. Thank you, Taeyong, for letting me love you.” 

You walk out of the cafe without looking back. You walk quickly trying to get away from the place that tore your heart to sheds while wiping your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

Suddenly you bump into someone and you fell to the ground. A man’s voice suddenly fills your ears, it was a beautiful voice- one you never knew could have existed. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” The man says, “Here let me help you up.” He places a hand in front of yours, you grabbed it to help yourself stand back onto your own feet. 

Wiping the tears that blurred your vision from your eyes, you finally take a good look at the man’s face.

He was a beautiful man, one with blond hair and many ear piercings. The man gasps in surprise as a look of joy spread into his face and a smile slowly formed from his lips.

Shaking the hand that was still holding onto yours, you couldn’t help but feel tingles all over your body as if a tiny electric wave just shoot through your body. 

You had only met this man now, and yet you felt so safe, so complete in his presence- it was as if he had you put under a spell. Just as you were lost in your thoughts, the mans lips open to speak.

“Hi.” He says, his voice still sending shivers up your back, “my name’s Taemin and I think you’re my soulmate.”

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

[wokainight]

mark: i want you back...

haechan: 3 words, 8 letters.

haechan: say it and i'm yours

mark: i got food?

haechan: ...you know me so well

[keehomania]

JOHNNY SUH (서영호) — FRIENDS

(DRABBLE) ✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)

JOHNNY SUH was completely, utterly lost. he was lost in it, in you, in the sensation of you. he was lost in the way you milked him dry, giving him the perfect view of your tits bouncing in his face as you pressed your palms against the wall in front of you , leaning forward with your back arched as you met his pace with swift, harsh bounces with a cigarette in your mouth. he was lost in the way you moaned his name, begging him to go harder, faster before whispering sweet nothings into his ear to push him off the edge. “tearing my pussy open, fuck,” you purred, your breath hot against his ear as the tip of your tongue danced alongside his earlobe, voice muffled with the filter between your lips. “fuck me so good, gonna make me squirt all over this dick.”

he was absolutely lost in it, letting himself absorb the sheer filth of it all. he allowed himself those few minutes of escape, of temporary pleasure. his hands groped the flesh of your tits, squeezing the soft skin and probing at your sensitive nipples. his mind was a mess as his hands slid down your waist before stopping at your hips, cupping your ass. he leaned forward to take your tit into his mouth, letting the other one collide with his cheek as he sucked around your nipple. his hands spanked the soft of your ass, his thumb coming down to probe at your tight, sensitive asshole. he’d never fully push it in, he’d just keep it there long enough to hear you moan some more, to feel you clench around nothing but his fingernail.

“you’re so pretty,” the praise would always come through before johnny could stop himself, the words leaving a bitter aftertaste as they passed his lips. he hated himself for speaking his thoughts aloud, even if it wasn’t intentional. he hated himself even more when you didn’t respond, flashing him a mere smile in response. you were too lost in what he had to offer, your cunt clenching around his dick as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. you placed a single kiss to his lips, enough to give him a taste of the smoke. you pulled away to press the filter to his lips, watching with hungry eyes as he took a long drag.

it was his favorite part, kissing you. it felt more intimate than the sex itself. he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, he’d always give in one way or another. his lips clashed with yours, melting against them as he cupped your cheek. he exhaled, blowing the smoke into your mouth as his tongue traced your bottom lip. you kissed him with desire, hunger, all the while he kissed you as if you were fragile, like you were on the verge of breaking. “your dick’s so fucking big, ’m close,” you whined, breaking the kiss to press your forehead against his.

he was just as close, thrusting upwards to match your speed. he practically felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tightened around his dick, your thighs slick with your juices and spread to give him the perfect view of your cunt swallowing him whole. you were greedy, but you were tempting, so he let you have him. he wanted more than what you were offering him, but he knew his chances were less than slim. he had broken up with his girlfriend and it left him heartbroken, in need of a distraction to fill the void. after a few bottles of beer and hours of consoling him, you had agreed to numb some of his pain, as friends. you had been fucking constantly, as friends. you were giving him everything he wanted, yet he wanted none of it. he had broken the first rule, and he wanted all of you. he hated himself for ever suggesting the entire ordeal, being friends with benefits. he didn’t want to be your friend, and he didn’t want these benefits anymore. he just wanted you.

“cum inside me,” you exhaled, your hair plastered to your forehead with sweat. you had never looked more tempting, riding his dick with a cigarette limp between your lips, tits shaking with every thrust he had to offer. “know you want to, johnny.” of course he wanted to, who wouldn’t? he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in once more as his balls slapped against your ass, the angle allowing him to hit all the right spots.

he groaned in your ear, the sound of his raspy voice shooting straight through your core as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. you could practically feel him coming up your ribcage as he held you close, pounding into your pussy with all his might. the cigarette trembled between your fingers and, soon enough, you found yourself tossing it aside, your limbs too numb to hold onto anything but the weight of your lust. at first, you felt bad, knowing you were just using each other. you wanted to be more than his sanctuary, than his friend, but it was too late for that. you forced yourself to comply, and eventually, you let yourself enjoy it.

“i’m gonna—” johnny cut himself off with a grunt, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of your hips as he lifted himself once more, filling your pussy to the brim with a loud moan. he let go, his cock throbbing with your walls clenching around it as he came inside you, shooting thick ropes of sticky white into you. it felt too good, all of it. he loved how warm you were, how tight you felt, how he always felt like he was breaking you with nothing but the size of his cock.

you moaned at the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt, the scent of smoke lingering in his mouth as you kissed him once more. then, you felt yourself fall apart. you came just as hard, your vision going blurry as you clenched around his softening cock, pussy tightening around it as it spasmed some more, as if to tell you that you had milked it dry once again. you fell apart as you leaned back onto your elbows, spreading your legs farther apart to give johnny one last peek. he saw it, the way his cock slipped out of you and pushed against your slit, oozing with cum he didn’t even know he had in him. he watched the way your cunt throbbed, some of his seed spilling out as you did so. his cock felt hot against your naked thigh, threatening to harden a second time.

the opportunity was cut short as you stood up, swinging you bare legs off the bed. “going so fast?” johnny didn’t mean for it to sound as desperate as it did, truly. he watched as you approached your desk, taking another cigarette from the box and pressing it to your lips. you looked too good to be true—your makeup was smeared with tears, your hair slick with sweat, your lips plump and swollen, every curve of your naked body mingling with the light that filtered through the curtains. you turned to face him with a smile, crossing your legs despite being on display for him once more.

“got a date scheduled,” your tone was casual, as if you were oblivious to the ache that flared up in his stomach as your words cut through the silence. you were, in fact, very oblivious. more smoked passed your lips as you flashed him a smile, tucking the filter back into your mouth as you slid your panties back on. “we can go again tonight if i come back.”

if you came back. it was almost like you wanted him to suffer, but you didn't. it was nobody’s fault but his own. the thought of another man having you in any way that came to mind made him sick to his stomach, but there was nothing he could do about it. you were just friends, after all. so, he forced himself to lean back, crossing his arms behind his head as he forced a smile. “i hope you have a great time,” he lied. everything about it was a lie, after all. you smiled, your gaze alive with light as you looked at him like he was all you had. he was. after all, he was your best friend.

✧.*

[yuminsung]

mark:

nctzens:

[doiefy]

i may or may not have stayed up to 4 am this morning editing this shit ahahahah plssss 

anime protagonist winwin whose love everyone is fighting for, doyoung with the sweet side romance and uhhhh lucas and taeyong with guns. perfect 🤩

[mochamark]

NCT ot18: S/O asking them to take off their shirt before cuddling

i honestly feel as though they would all have similar reactions to this, and if i were to do it individually it be a bit redundant. so i put this in a different format, i hope that’s okay!

requested by anon.

disclaimer!! i know nct has 21 members. the anon who requested it asked for 18. if you want the remaining members lemme know!!

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would do it without even thinking about it, becomes like second nature when cuddling with you: taeyong, jungwoo, lucas, jaemin, kun

this group just screams boyfriend vibes. they’d do anything to please you, and would honestly like how intimate cuddling is when they are shirtless. it allows them to feel your warm touch, and they loved that.

teases you about your request, but does it anyway because they think it's adorable: johnny, haechan, yuta, ten, taeil, jaehyun

also another group that screams boyfriend material. however, this group tends to be more playful, or give off that vibe that they like to tease people. overall would love it as well, especially since you had suggested it.

asks you a million questions about why you wanted him to take off his shirt, does it depending on his mood: jeno, doyoung, renjun

this group would do it, depending on how they feel. they probably don’t see the point? they just want to cuddle you, and if they happen to already be shirtless, then there you go, but i don’t think they’d go out of their way to partially undress just to cuddle. not that it takes much effort, they just are indifferent to it.

is flustered by your request, probably takes a lot of convincing the first few times because of how awkward they think it could be: mark, jisung, chenle, winwin, 

this group is for the awkward bubs. they hardly seem to like physical touch, and when they do, they are so awkward about it. would do it if you really really wanted to, but also are just so stuck in their own heads, that they honestly have somewhat of a hard time doing it. especially if they really like you.

[ggomotion]

𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐖𝐍𝐎���� — Introduce.

the choices you make will lead to escape or death.

genre — angst, romance, thriller

trigger warnings — death, gore, suicidal ideation.

warning — all characters written into this story are works of fiction. the members of nct that are used as face and name claims; their real-life personalities, actions and ideals do not reflect who they are written as.

will you escape the game or die trying ? 

You like games, right?

you played games as a child, learning the skills necessary to move on with your life. finding your strengths and weeknesses within psychological and physical playing grounds with the closest and furthest of your peers.

perhaps you were one of the more socially active individuals, shaping your strategies around allies and betrayals.

or maybe you’re the lonesome type. the kind to do what has to be done to survive; not caring who loses as long as you win.

though, the way you play may have changed over the years as you grew closer to adulthood. or maybe...you’re just as victory-blinded as you were before.

We’ll be watching you closely.

Guided Play.

there are three paths to follow, but twenty-one ways to play. each move you make will bring you either closer to escape or closer to the ultimate end.

Choosing A Path.

orange pathing can be suited for those who don’t have an easily identifiable playing pattern. allowing the player to choose between playing for themselves or playing with others. thorough planning and abilities to act upon gut choices may be advantages or disadvantages to the player.

the blue pathing would be suited for those who enjoy working in a team rather than by their lonesome. the abilities to follow blindly and trust easily may be advantages or disadvantages for the player.

green pathing works best as a solo-game play, trusting those in the game with you may be your worst enemy. allowing oneself to be tunnel visioned on victory and to shut off all connections to the heart may be advantages or disadvantages to the player.

you have one chance to choose a path. when it is presented to you, you will be aware of it. you will meet those who chose the same pathing after entering the designated arena.

[lil-nct-scenarios-11]

Johnny- Get Out

Group: NCT- Johnny

Theme: The 1975- Somebody Else

“So I heard you found somebody else”

“And at first I thought it was a lie”

“But I hate to think about you with somebody else”

“Our love has gone cold”

“You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else”

“No I don’t want your body but I’m picturing your body with somebody else”

“You said you’d find somebody to take my place”

“And everytime I start to believe in anything you’re saying I’m reminded that I should be getting over it”

“I can’t give you my soul ‘cause we’re never alone”

Type: Scenario (song based)- angst

Plot: While being away on a business trip, Johnny finds out that you’ve been cheating on him.

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Sweat is building up all over your body. While your body feels great, the fact that you feel anxious is telling you another thing. Some of that sweat is due to you getting hot and heavy but also the fact that the person you’re getting hot and heavy with someone isn’t your boyfriend. In fact he is on a business trip. And you are to pick him up from the airport tomorrow. 

But of course that doesn’t happen. Instead this is what does. 

You bring home a guy that you know nothing about except that you two have been eye- fucking each other since you’ve started going to the gym ever since Johnny has been going on these business trips frequently. And how you wish that he was also cheating on you too by calling them off as ‘business trips’ to explain why he was gone so much but also to alleviate all this fucking guilt you feel. But no Johnny genuinely was busy with his work and you should be happy and supportive of him instead of being a bad girlfriend by occupying yourself with others. And to be honest this guy tonight isn’t even the only person you’ve brought home to fuck while Johnny was gone. Better yet, you don’t even know any of their names. All you care is that you feel lonely and these random guys you bring home are supposed to make you feel less alone. At first, fucking random guys did make you feel better but now the guilt has caught up but that doesn’t stop you. 

As this guy is moaning and groaning underneath you, you just speed your pace to get this over with. But then you hear the front door open so that caused you to stop as you think who could have possibly come in. Holy crap, are you being robbed right now? You get off the guy and start putting your clothes on when the bedroom door opens up by none other than Johnny. 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. You take a deep breath and finish putting your clothes on. 

“I fucking knew it, you hear Johnny say under his breath. 

When the guy on your bed doesn’t move, Johnny barks at him,”Get the fuck out!” And the guy promptly grabs his clothes and is out the door. 

You sigh and sit on the bed and pat to a spot on the bed for Johnny to sit on. 

“No I’m not going to sit on the bed you were just fucking this other guy. What the fuck Y/N?! I thought I could trust you but no you just had to go and have another guy come take my spot in bed huh? How did it feel? Was he better than me? Huh? Answer me Y/N!” Johnny yells. 

“No. None of them were better...”

“There was more than one?!” Johnny asks in shock as he exhales and runs his hands through his hair. 

“Let me finish!” you say. “No none of them were better but I only did it because I was lonely. What did you think was gunna happen? You leave me alone for pretty much half the year, for all I know you could be cheating on me too. And all I did was fuck them, it’s not like I had a relationship with any of them!” 

“That doesn’t make it any better! In fact no, it would have been better and easier to understand if you had one guy that you talked to while I was gone. And what the hell. Bitch I don’t even have time to eat while I’m gone, how the fuck do you think I can have a whole other relationship?” 

“I don’t know because I’m not there. You know what? Do you want the truth? I never even loved you. I was only with you because I was bored and you are easy!” You spat. 

Johnny just looks at you completely stunned. 

“what?” he asks in a small voice. “You never loved me? None of this was real?” 

You just shake your head. “I’m sorr-” 

“Don’t,” Johnny says, his voice breaks. “Just take what you need and get out.” He walks out, tears streaming down his face.