#nct as non!idols

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hiii can I request 127 reactions when you’re obsessed with your bias from another male grp and you’re both NON-Idols ( if you haven’t got any requests already yet ) please 💕 hehe thank youuu

obsessing over your bias to non-idol 127

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. a secret relationship with the dreamies

(bf! dream x reader) ◦ ₊ wc:809. ◦ ₊ cw:fluff, kissing, light skinship. ◦ ₊ lowercase intended ! ◦ ₊ navigation

ღ calla's note: i may have been a little top- heavy on jaemin and haechan’s parts, but who cares? enjoy!

𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘰

the room was crowded to the brim with happy party goers of all ages; from the crawling tots to the wobbly elders. you yawned as you checked your watch- parties like this tended to tire you out. you'd only come for your best friend, as it was her family's party- oh, and her older brother…you looked up from your watch to see jeno gazing directly at you from directly across the room, his mouth raised slightly in a smile. your ears and cheeks flushed as he tilted his head in a slight nod, a subtle reminder of how much he ached to be beside you instead of what felt like poles apart

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬

the door shut behind you both as you staggered in, lips pressed tightly together, your breath coming out in heavy pants. mark pressed you against the wall, but you pulled away suddenly, pushing him away gently. ‘we shouldn't be doing this, mark. not right now.” mark’s eyebrows curved in a frown for a moment, but then he composed himself. “when will it ever be a good time, baby?” he muttered, taking your hips and pulling you towards him. you sighed, stroking the cropped hair at the back of his head when he nestled it upon your shoulder. “one day, when everyone knows about us, it'll be all day, I promise.”

𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯

with one arm casually draped across the back of your seat, jaemin maneuvered the car into a shady alley, eyes trained on the back window. at last, the car came to a stop. “this should be secluded enough for us,’ he concurred. his gaze softened as his eyes landed on your lips, and he cupped your face with one hand as he leaned in to kiss you. you took your time to kiss him; there was no rush. nobody would find you two here. jaemin pulled away gently, staying so close that your lips were still brushing. “i can't wait until we can do this without having to hide away,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your jawline.

𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

“did you do something nice with your hair today?” the girl had a huge smile plastered on her face, eyes sparkling as she gazed up at jisung. jisung smiled, but he wasn't looking at the girl. he was gazing across at you. “yes. i decided to do something special today,” he replied. “for someone i love dearly.” you beamed back at jisung, your heart bursting with more affection than you thought it could contain. none of jisung's admirers meant anything to him. it was only you, and nobody else. even if you two had to keep it on the low for now.

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦

“you never said we were coming to an abandoned basketball court!” you picked leaves off your jersey as you tried not to lose your balance from where you were squatted near a clump of nettles amongst other debris. chenle prodded gently at a thorn scratch on his cheek. “well, at least nobody would think to look here!” he smiled. “we're well and truly alone.” you rolled your eyes, but not unkindly. “I get the sentiment.” chenle shuffled closer to you. “I promise that I'll take you somewhere nice one day,” he said, taking your hand in his. “then we'll make it an official first date. we'll go anywhere you want.” you laid your head on his shoulder. “as long as we're together, I don't mind too much.”

𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

you let out a sigh of delight as haechan tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hands caressing your waist with gentle strokes. you suddenly broke apart as the door shook; someone was trying to get in. you watched on in horror, trembling slightly even after the rattling stopped. “good thing i secured that door shut first, right?” haechan laughed, pointing to the sliding lock at the top of the door. he held his arms open as he walked back towards you. “i am a genius.” “don't praise yourself too much,” you laughed as haechan wrapped his arms around your waist to resume the embrace.

𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯

you yawned as you opened your eyes, smiling as you wrapped your arms around renjun's waist. in response, he traced lazy circles on your back, you nestled your head further into the nook of his neck, inhaling his soft smell of citrus and talc. whilst you were already at home, in your bedroom, your true abode was wherever renjun was. your phone pinged suddenly, and you leaned over to pick it up.

‘mum- i'll be home in 5 minutes!”

“you're going to have to go, renjun,” you sighed, and renjun nodded sadly, getting up immediately. “text me when I can come back, okay?” he said. you forced a smile on your face. “it won't always be like this-”

“I know, y/n, i know.”

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Kinktober 2024

Day 26: Corruption

Mark Lee x Reader Word Count: 2,905 THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: Religious themes, church boy!Mark x pastor's daughter!reader, kind of soft dom!reader, mentions of masturbation, loss of virginity, mentions of alcohol (reader and Mark are SOBER when they have sex!), semi-public sex (they're technically in public but no one is around to see), sex in the bed of a pickup truck. If you think I missed a warning, let me know! A/N: If you want to be tagged for the last few Kinktober fics, feel free to send an ask, send a dm, or leave a comment! I'm honestly starting to get a little bit bummed that Kinktober is almost over. This has been such a fun ride, and it always makes me so happy to see y'all interact with my stories. I also wanted to say that certain plot elements as well as Reader's personality/family life are heavily inspired by the song "Baptist Parking Lot" by Mary Heather Hickman. If you're a country music fan, I highly recommend checking it out!

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Fic is under the cut.

When Mark Lee approached you and asked you if you wanted to go on a date with him, you knew that your parents were behind it. They had been a lot pushier than usual when it came to your relationships lately, considering you were in your mid-twenties and not even dating. Plus, your mother and father were good friends with Mr. and Mrs. Lee, and had been since you were a kid, so in their mind Mark was the best possible choice when it came to men that they could set you up with.

You had never been close with Mark, but your parents and his were determined to change that. Mark was the kind of good Christian man that they felt was perfect for the daughter of a minister. He was kind, he was intelligent, and he loved God. Any time the church held an event he was one of the first to volunteer to help. He knew the Bible better than anyone you knew with the exception of your father. He was also an assistant youth pastor that was passionate about teaching people about the love of God. He even volunteered at an animal shelter, for fuck’s sake.

You, on the other hand, were far less innocent than you let your parents believe. You drank, smoked, went to the club, and hooked up with people you barely knew. Your behavior was far from what was expected of you, but that was probably why you acted the way you did. Growing up as sheltered as you did was suffocating, and now that you were an adult you wanted to do everything that your parents would have killed you for when you were younger. That didn’t mean they had to know, though. What would the congregation say if they knew the pastor’s own daughter acted like the exact opposite of what God expected from women?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Mark’s voice saying, “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Do you want to go get dinner with me this Saturday after I get done at the shelter?”

“That sounds great, Mark. What time do you get done?”

“I get done around 5, and I’ll need time to get ready. How does 6:15 sound?”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, (Y/N).”

When you said yes to a date, Mark was ecstatic. Sure, he had been encouraged to ask you out by your parents, but he had liked you for a long time. You were intelligent, you were funny, and you always spoke your mind. It was sinful, and he knew it, but he honestly thought that you were sexy too. The thoughts never lingered, more passing interest when you wore clothes that showed off your body, but they were there, nonetheless.

Saturday came, and you almost backed out of your date with Mark. The main reason you didn’t was the fact that you knew you’d never hear the end of it if you did. Truthfully, though, you would have preferred going to the club with your friends or getting drunk in the back of your current hookup’s truck. You had an image to maintain, however, so you went.

Contrary to what you were expecting, you had a lot of fun with Mark. He took you to a sort-of fancy restaurant out of town, and you talked about your lives and interests while you ate. You found that the two of you had more in common than you initially thought, like a love for older music and weird movies that no one else has ever heard of. He even made you swear not to tell anyone that he wanted to try going out to a club. In a lapse of judgement, you said, “I could take you out to my favorite one, if you want.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. The regret turned to excitement, however, when Mark said “Ok. Do you wanna do that after we’re done here?”

“Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn’t want to keep you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I think it’d be fun to try something new.”

His innocent excitement killed you. When he asked you if you thought that they would have Coca-Cola at the bar, you wondered if he could get any cuter. As the two of you finished your meal, you asked again if he was sure about going to the club. He said yes, and you told him you would give him directions when you got in the car.

When Mark walked you to his car, he held your hand. It was a small gesture, but you found yourself getting flustered. He opened the car door for you, and your heart did a somersault. It almost made you wonder why you bothered with hooking up with random guys when somebody that you knew could be good to you was there the entire time.

The drive to the club was silent with the exception of you giving Mark directions. You both wanted to start a conversation, but for some reason you couldn’t find where you wanted to start. It was frustrating to be at a loss for words, but you couldn’t complain. Especially when Mark looked as good as he did in the driver’s seat. You almost felt wrong saying it about someone so sweet, but he looked hot when he focused on driving. As you pulled up to the club, you wondered if you would ever get a chance to show him how sexy you were starting to think he was. You knew that he was a good Christian, so you probably wouldn’t get a chance any time soon, but you wondered if you could move that timeline up a bit.

Your time at the club was uneventful. Mark refused to drink alcohol, was shy about dancing with you, and cast judgmental looks at everyone that left with a different person than they’d arrived with. You tried to gently encourage him to lighten up and let loose a little bit, but in the end he just asked to go back home.

He drove you back to your apartment, and you thanked him for the date. He insisted on walking you to your door, but you wouldn’t have turned him down anyway. When the two of you got to your door, he shyly asked if he could kiss you. You agreed, and he hesitantly brought his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently tangled your hands in his hair, and he loosened up ever so slightly. At least, it seemed like he did from the small moan that left his mouth.

He abruptly pulled away and apologized, and you gave him a reassuring smile and told him that it was ok. He left quickly and hoped that you didn’t notice the grin on his face or the boner beginning to form in his pants. Of course, you did, and you wondered if your goal of getting Mark to loosen up was closer than you thought.

The next day, your parents asked you how the date with Mark went. You told them that it went well, and to your surprise, you weren’t lying. You had fun with Mark, and you wanted to see him again. Sure, part of the reason you wanted to see him again was to see if you could teach him how to actually have fun, but your parents didn’t need to know that. They were thrilled that you seemed interested in who they believed was the right kind of man for you.

Over the next few weeks, you went out for dinner with Mark every weekend. Not much changed, but you did flirt with him much more openly than you initially wanted to as you started to develop genuine feelings for him. He became a blushy mess every time you told him how pretty his eyes were, or how well the clothes he was wearing fit him.

Mark refused to admit it, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep a level head when you flirted with him or kissed him. He didn’t want to sin, but he did occasionally find himself wanting to do more than kiss you or compliment the dresses you wore for your dates that drove him insane. You were usually dressed a very specific way when he saw you at church, but the way you dressed when you were out of your parents’ view was decidedly different. Not that he was complaining, of course. He thought that you looked sexy. Little did he know, that was exactly what you were going for.

The first time your attempt to get Mark to let loose was successful was after a few months of dating. The two of you were at his apartment after an afternoon spent volunteering, and he kissed you. You were determined to not push him today, and you kept to that. Mark, however, had other plans. The way he kissed you felt different than usual. Typically, his kisses were soft, almost like he was afraid of going too far. This time, those concerns seemed to go out the window as he held you close.

To say that you were desperate was an understatement. You hadn’t had sex with anyone else since you started dating Mark, and you were starting to get frustrated. You had tried getting off by yourself, but it just wasn’t the same as fucking another person. It was getting more and more difficult to not think about Mark on top of you as you kissed him.

Mark was just as desperate as you were, if not more. He had never had sex before. Partially because of the stupid purity promise he made in church as a teenager, and partially because he had never met anyone that he was comfortable being so intimate with. That was, until you came along. It felt like you were ruining him, in a way. Before you started dating, he would have never considered having someone sit on his lap while making out. Now, that was exactly what the two of you were doing.

Time passed, and you had to leave. It was important for you to get enough sleep in order to not look like a complete wreck at church on Sunday. As you left, though, Mark asked you if you would be willing to try something new next time. You asked him what it was, and he said, “I want you to take my virginity.” You were shocked, but you agreed. The two of you decided to discuss exactly when at a later date, and you went back to your apartment.

Church went by the next morning without any major news or events, except for one thing. Mark was uncharacteristically awkward and shy around you. Since you had started dating, he had made a point to sit next to you, sometimes holding your hand during your father’s sermons. Today, however, he sat on the opposite side of the sanctuary from you, not even looking you in the eye when you greeted him upon arriving. You decided to ask him about his behavior after service.

When you finally found Mark, you asked him if he wanted to come back to your apartment. He reluctantly agreed, and you left. He followed in his truck, and when he entered your apartment, you asked him why he was so distant at church.

He sighed before answering, “I’m sorry about what I asked of you last night. It was too far, and I understand if you want to break things off or slow things down.”

“Baby, it’s ok. Any reaction that you saw last night was surprise. As long as it’s something you really want, I don’t mind at all. As long as you don’t mind the fact that I’m not a virgin.”

“I don’t mind at all. I love you. Thank you for being so patient with me.”

“I love you, too.”

The two of you spent the afternoon discussing when you would take Mark’s virginity. Your previous sexual encounters had never been planned in advance, but you wanted Mark to feel more at ease about his first time. In the end, the two of you decided to drive to an abandoned parking lot a few towns over, so no one would know what the two of you were skipping Bible study on Wednesday to do. You even came up with a lie about being invited by a friend to visit another church that you could tell your parents to explain your absence.

The idea of skipping church to lose his virginity should have disgusted Mark, but in actuality, it thrilled him. Maybe you had been a worse influence than he thought. He didn’t really care about that, though. All he knew was that he loved and trusted you, and he wanted to show you just how much he loved and trusted you.

When the day finally came, the two of you were filled with excitement. You went about most of your day as usual, but after you got done work, you drove to the abandoned parking lot that you’d told Mark about. He did the same, and the two of you settled into the bed of his truck. Bless him, he’d even covered it with blankets and pillows to make you more comfortable.

When Mark kissed you, you couldn’t help but tangle your hands in his hair. He groaned at the sensation, and it made you want him. To be fair, you always wanted him, but in the moment, he was all you could think about. If the way he kissed you was any indication, he needed you just as badly.

After a few minutes, you pulled away and started kissing Mark’s neck. He moaned again, and you only got more desperate for him. It wasn’t long before you couldn’t take it anymore, so you lifted your head and asked Mark if he still wanted to go further. He seemed nervous, but his excitement as he said yes made you feel better about the situation. He shyly explained that he didn’t really know what he was doing, and you promised to help him the entire time.

You started by unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his boxers down. Then you lifted your dress and removed your own underwear. After that, you settled into a comfortable position and instructed him to climb on top of you. He did exactly as he was told, and you helped him guide his cock into your pussy for the first time.

The moan that fell from Mark’s lips as he felt you for the first time was heavenly. You desperately wanted to hear more, but you still told him to wait before he moved so both of you could adjust. Again, he did exactly as you asked. It was honestly kind of adorable how eager he was to please you.

Once you were ready, you gently instructed Mark to move. He started to slowly thrust in and out trying to avoid overwhelming himself right away. He loved you, and he wanted to make this last. You couldn’t help but want the same, slightly overwhelmed already by the amount of love and care he was showing you. It may have been frustrating to wait so long to have sex with Mark, but the wait was worth it. This was infinitely better than the cheap hookups you’d had before.

After a few minutes, Mark started to thrust slightly faster. When he saw the way your tits bounced, it was difficult for him to control himself. Still, he kept a steady pace as he fucked into you. Sex with you was the most pleasure that he’d ever felt. Sure, he had jerked off a handful of times, though he was embarrassed to admit to that, but his hand could never compare to you.

It didn’t take long for Mark to feel an orgasm approaching, though he tried as hard as he could to last. He slowed down slightly once he felt it, but that did the opposite of what he wanted. Rather than putting off his orgasm, it only brought him closer to the brink. He hurriedly warned you that he was close and asked you what to do now. You said, “Cum inside me, baby. It’s ok.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Mark stilled inside you, moaning your name as he rode out his orgasm. Feeling Mark’s release triggered your own, and before you knew it you were clenching around his cock as you cried out in pleasure. He was still after you both came down from your highs, reveling in the closeness of the moment. The position had gotten uncomfortable, however, so you gently asked him to move.

Mark did as he was told, finding a sort-of clean towel in the back of his truck to wipe you and himself off with. You put your clothes back on and helped him to do the same. Then the two of you just held each other, saying nothing but knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time the two of you had sex in his truck when you were supposed to be in church. As he held you close, you couldn’t help but feel proud of the fact that you had helped Mark Lee loosen up and learn to have some fun.

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Soup and Sweet Words

C.(S). Jisung x GN Reader | WC. 1816 | G. Fluff | Prompt: "Oh no, you and Jisung had a date planned for today...but he's woken up with a fever..."

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Having your head pounding the minute you wake up cannot be a good sign. If you overlook the pain in your head, maybe the scratchy feeling in your throat might make you suspicious of something wrong. Ignoring two signs might be ok, they could just be due to a hangover or lack of hydration, but the sensation of your body simply being hot, with no other way to describe it, is just the homerun—Jisung was sick.

Having almost no energy, he still finds it within himself to trudge to the kitchen, fill up a glass of water and pop an ibuprofen. Enough activity for the time being, he can’t hold himself up to make it back to his bedroom and flops onto the couch, drifting off to a fever nap.

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He wakes up no more than a few hours later, the sun seems much brighter than before. He lies there, unmoving, contemplating his next move. 

“Tea should be good,” he thinks, but who has the energy? It had likely been enough time between his last dosage of medication, deciding, “If I can stand up long enough after taking medicine, I’ll make the tea.”

Body still hot and sweaty, he shuffles back to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as a crutch to stay upright, gulping down water and medicine. Feeling a little bit stronger than earlier, he pulls out the tea kettle and tea bags, before he can even fill water for tea, he hears the doorbell blare—the pounding amplifying all the sounds.

Taking a breath, he puts down the kettle and makes his way to politely tell whoever was at the door to just leave him be. 

You stand on the opposite side of the door, patiently waiting, checking the time on your phone to make sure you are on time. 

The door creaks open, a pale and zoned out Jisung appearing behind it. It takes a second for him to register who is standing before him.

“..y/N!” he voice tries to pick up cheeriness but you can hear the rasp, a sore throat or he just woke up—probably both you guessed. 

“Jisung..?” 

You give him a once over, his body leaning into the door for support clad in sweats and half sleeve t-shirt, his hair a mess. Despite his condition he looked adorable as ever—pale skin and half-lidded eyes and all. 

“Ji…are you ok?” You knew he wasn’t, but it felt right to ask.

“Yeah..i’m just, have a ache in my head ss all.” He can’t tell the words forming out of his mouth are mixed up but he’s just trying to stay upright and keep his eyes open, body still a bit drowsy. 

“oH.” It seems he’s forgotten your plans for today, the lack of texts now making sense; you should’ve called instead. 

He opens the door wider, stepping outside and gives you a once over, picking up how you’re dressed up and then it all clicks, his eyes shooting open a bit wider.

“Our Date! he smacks his head, cursing himself for getting sick and not letting you know about it. “Oh… y/n i’m so sorry, i just..i went back to sleep and i forgot and oh no you’re all dressed…” He’s rambling and you only catch bits because, despite it being a slow ramble, he was mumbling a lot of, still drowsy from sleep. 

“Hey hey,” you hold onto his hands bringing his attention back to you.

“Its totally ok, Jisung, I’m not mad or anything.” You offer a smile, easing the crease in his brows. 

He’s already feeling hot but now with you holding his hands and smiling at him despite him ruining the plans for your date he feels like his body is burning, he’s sure his face is red from shyness.

“Let’s get you to bed hmm?” you offer. “I can make some soup so you feel better.” 

“Oh no no, its ok y/n i’ll just order something later..” He shakes his head, not wanting to trouble you.

“Nonsense, you’re sick, I want to make sure you get better soon!” 

He swears he could melt hearing you say that, not having enough energy to argue and also secretly wanting to spend time with you, he concedes “..o..k.”

He walks in first, giving you space to walk in and take off your shoes. You stand back up and take his arm, letting him lean on you as you make your way around his apartment to his room.

He lets you guide him, weakness still plaguing his body, but he didn't trust his knees to not give in being so close to you, feeling his heart beat faster at the proximity. 

When you arrive to his room, you can still feel heat radiating off his body and worry that he might be overheating still.

“Jisung,” you turn to face up at him

“Hmmmm.”

“I think you should take a shower, you’re literally burning up, it’ll help cool you down.”

He spends a bit too long just watching your lips move, only half listening to your words. 

“Jisung?” 

“..y-yeah?” snapping out of the trance

“The shower..?” 

“Umm yeah sure.” 

You help him get to his wardrobe and pick a change of clothes and then walk him to the bathroom. 

While he washes up, you take a peak around his fridge to see if he had ingredients for some soup, which he did not. Noticing the kettle on the counter, you opt to simply make him tea for now.

Walking back into the bedroom, you place the tray, with tea and some water, on his bedside table with Jisung already settled in.

“Some tea.”

“thank you..” Voice now less hoarse, offers you a meak smile as you hand him the tea.

“Have you taken any medicine?”

“Yes, um just before you arrived.”

“Hmmm.” Since he had already taken medicine it was probably best he get some more rest, noticing how the eyes were threatening to close from the soothing effects of the tea. “How about you get some rest and I’ll head to the store for some soup ingredients.”

Putting the cup down, he opens his mouth to protest. “Y/n it's ok you don’t have to do that..really.”

“But I want to do it, for you..” Jisung’s further complaints get lost in his head, unable to resist your slightly pleading eyes.

“Ah, ok..” That familiar heat kisses the tips of ears when you beam another smile. “thank you~”

“Alright I’m gonna go, I’ll be back soon~.” Picking up your bag you had placed near the bedside you rush out the door until Jisung calls out your name.

“Oh-,y/n wait-” You’re out the door but you whip your head to peek from around the door frame. 

“Yes~!” 

“The passcode is 02*01*...if I um knock out by the time you get back.” Giving his passcode feels weirdly intimate but not odd—kind of natural in a way. 

“ zero, two, star, zero, one star, zero, two, star, zero, one star” you recite it to make sure you don’t forget. “Got it!~ get some rest, I’ll be back before you know it.”

Finishing up his tea, Jisung leans further down into the covers and lets the cloud of dreamland take over, hoping he feels better once he wakes up.

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The trip to the store takes slightly longer than anticipated since you have to locate all your ingredients, unsure of what Jisung did or didn’t have, as you kept the snooping to the fridge and a few utensil cabinets. Besides your treasure hunt to find ingredients, there was a midday rush at the store, causing longer to check out and head back.

Luckily you had also written down the passcode in your phone not to forget and you easily slipped back into the apartment. You take a peek at Jisung, who was now peacefully sleeping, so you carefully walk over to pick up the dishes from earlier before making your way to prepare the soup.

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The smell of soup wafts through the apartment until it breezes past Jisung long enough for his eyes to begin opening, the scent of vegetables and broth seeping into his dream.

As if right on cue, he rolls over, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and pulling his body into a sitting position while you balance the hot bowl of soup on the tray, stepping into the room. 

Some remnant of sleep in his eyes makes him believe he still might be in a dream when he sees your focused face carrying over the soup tray, the fuzzy feeling in his heart growing as you approach him.

“You’re awake!” You set down the tray, before sitting at the edge of the bed and reaching over to feel his forehead. “You're not burning up as much. Did you have a good sleep?”

“Mmmhmm, was um..your trip.. to the store ok?” 

“Yes, a little trouble finding something but it wasn’t any real issue.” You pick the tray and pass it over once he’s found a comfortable sitting position. “I hope you don’t mind me snooping through your kitchen for dishes,” you admit sheepishly. 

“No worries at all.” His smile is much brighter, now refreshed and less drowsy than before. “I appreciate it.”

He begins to eat his soup, as you watch him, eager to know his thoughts.

He looks up from the bowl to catch your gaze on him, stopping mid-bite, feeling a little flustered. “ummm..is there something on my face?”

“Oh no no, I just wanted to know if the soup was ok?” You shift your gaze somewhere else, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, your ears burning from the shyness.

“Oh..its really good!” He means it, he's not a huge soup person but he could have this every day if it meant he could see you get flustered and shy at his compliments, “cute” he whispers to himself.

“What was that?”

“Oh, um, nothing...” 

You entertain him by retelling him stories of your trip to the store, how your week has been and even getting sidetracked on how you learned how to make soup—not that he minded, he was entranced by your voice, hanging onto each word as he finished his soup. 

He thinks maybe it’s the medicine still making him drowsy, or perhaps the warmth of the soup making him a little delirious, but he swears he hears violins playing and birds chirping in the background somewhere as you animatedly recount your adventure,  taking little peeks between the sips of soup.

As you fuss about him and making sure he’s getting rest and hydrated, Jisung makes himself a promise to take you on the best date once he’s better…and maybe also make things exclusive—there was no way he was gonna pretend like he wasn’t head over heels for you before and now? Even more so.

[mrkizen]

transparency

pairing: bestfriend!jaehyun x bestfriend!taeyong x fem!reader

wc: 2.0k (not proof-read sorry)

cw: threesome??, fwb, taeyong and jaehyun are fighting over you, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pwp, smut, ending is so rushed...

jaehyun pressed down on your stomach, causing you to really feel his dick prod into you. breaking you apart. a high-pitch sob erupted from you, digging your nails into his back, jerking your body towards his. his jaw clenched. deep, rough grunts patterning his movements.

"fuck." you whined, voice broken and squeaky. you thrashed your head to the side, making eye contact with your bestfriend, taeyong. sitting there, shallow breathing, fisting his cock admiringly watching you get fucked. 

you swallowed the salvia stuck in your throat, the eye contact between the two of you so incredibly intense. jaehyun latched his large hand to your jaw, bringing your gaze back to only him. you could see the sweat beading on his temples. fluffy ash blonde hair now shining and falling against his forehead. 

"you can look at him when i'm done with you. but for right now. . . you're mine." he was so worked up for the way you looked at taeyong. even his presence just made jaehyun overzealous and protective. though the two had been bickering over you, seeing who could fuck you better, jaehyun was sure he would prove you wrong and show you belonged to him. taeyong was gonna give up his spot for sure. 

your breath hitched at his statement, biting your bottom lip. jaehyun flipped you over on your stomach, manhandling you into a position that left you so vulnerable. now, making dead eye contact with taeyong and jaehyun pushed you down by the small of your back so now your whole ass was in the air. arching like a cat. he teased your clit, gliding his fingers on your cunt, arousal seeping onto them. his free hand fondled one of your breasts, pinching your nipple with his index and middle. 

"jae..." you rasped, wavering your ass towards him. taeyong still sat there, more slumping in the seat, still pumping his cock with intense assertiveness. your mouth craved for him. to have it so far down your throat, tears fall from your eyes with no warning. your pussy clenched at the thought, jaehyun peeping it .

"what are you thinking about?" he questioned, removing his hand from your tit bringing it to your dark hair. he grabbed your thick curls, pressuring you to face him. "you thinking about him?" jaehyun spoke of taeyong as if he didn't exist, like it was just you and him in the room—as he pleased for it to be. 

"taeyong." you whispered, so softly. 

"what?" jaehyun asked. 

you enunciated, prying away from him. "t...taeyong." 

jaehyun pressed his tip on your wet cunt, completely dismissing what you said, groaning as he slid back. your pliant body contorted against his, feeling your walls clench against his length as he bottomed out. hand still in your locks, he yanked your head up, using it as leverage to stuff deeper into you. 

"damn, looking at you taking this dick like you own it." he commented, looking up for a brief second, smirking at his bestfriend across the room. you felt your knees buckling underneath your weight, thighs starting to tremble, stomach coiling. jaehyun let go of your hair—finally—anchoring his hands onto your hips.

he yanked your body towards him. your cunt spasming against his cock, driving him to quicken his pace. 

you cried, your face smothered against the duvet, feeling the warmth of jaehyun's cum fill you up. his hips stuttered before coming to a full stop, throwing his body against your back. the condom supposedly supposed to be on was nowhere to be found and to be fair you didn't really care. 

taeyong watched in awe, seeing how fucked out you were. for what seemed like an eternity and two climaxes, taeyong felt like his chance was lost. jaehyun slid out of you, trailing his hand up and down the curvature of your back once more before standing up.

now post-cum he realized how awkward it probably is, being completely naked from the waist down in front of another man, especially his bestfriend. you, on the other hand were too blown out to move. your legs lightly trembled, your eyes stung and the feeling of jaehyun's come spilling out of you. 

after some time and aftercare, the three of you came to an agreement of taeyong getting his "share of you." you first went into this with anticipation and excitement. which was well satisfied. jaehyun gave you exactly what you needed most. roughness. but now the inverse of what he gave was all you craved. to be slowly touched. but, it was completely up to taeyong to decide how he'd handle you.

you bit you lips, sitting with a cover lightly on your back, both boys sitting on the bed beside you. a light laugh came out, thinking about how you three looked like art, patrick and tashi from challengers.

(you doubt they'd be up to do that anyway).

taeyong ran his hand along your leg, tracing up towards you thigh. his hand stayed still, feeling how warm you were. suddenly, he dived into your neck, sliding the cover off your shoulder. jaehyun recognized, hesitant to leave your side.

but.

he had to be fair, so off he went, walking around the bed towards the chair. taeyong watched from out the corner of his eye, smiling as he continued to kiss your collarbones. your eyes trailed him as well, but soon averted your gaze back to the man infront of you. the feeling of light kisses on your skin, so dulcet and tender. you ran your hands through taeyong's dark hair, the cover coming completely off your body.

the both of you, entrapped into one another, a gentle moment between two people. taeyong laid you back on the pillows, admiring your face. he kissed up your jawline, sucking lightly, leaving red marks along your skin. you moaned into his touch, hugging him closer.

taeyong looked you dead in the eyes, "can i kiss you?" he continued to ogle your face, taking in how beautifully crafted you were. the moles on your face perfectly placed. your heart beat increased—for why—you had no clue. kissing taeyong would be no different from having sex with him. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards your lips.

jaehyun glared hardly, gripping the arms of the chair. he knew he was jealous, he needed you to himself. but nonetheless him and taeyong agreed to be fair towards you and your decision.

you kissed taeyong passionately, his soft lips connecting perfectly with yours. taeyong smoothly glided his hands down your body, rubbing his thumbs as he trailed down towards your waist. he slid one of his knees between your legs, opening them up, before pressing his knee up against your cunt. your body rounded against his, the sensation causing your stomach to twist in knots. you felt like you were running out of air, pulling him even closer to you.

taeyong began shifting his knee up and down, the wetnees of your pussy coating his skin. "you're so wet for me." he said through one last kiss. "i want you to sit on me."

you laughed, looking in his warm eyes. "what?"

"yeah, sit on my face.." taeyong clarified, pulling you up, as he laidback onto the opposite side of the mattress. you blink a few times, before hesitantly crawling towards him, past his chest—finally hovering over his face. taeyong wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down towards his mouth. you breath hitched at the hot feeling of his lips against your cunt as he licked a stripe between your folds.

you smile, feeling more comfortable to grind your hips against his face. the groans and moans coming from his made your moans grow gradually. you throw your head back, placing a hand on his chest to brace yourself.

"fuck—just like that." you whine, chest heaving with exhilaration. taeyong's hands moved to your ass, grabbing it with great strength. his lips sucked against your clit, causing you to moan the loudest you had that night. he smiled at your vocal praises, flicking his tongue against your skin.

you scream his name, rutting faster as you began to feel lightheaded. "taeyong...i'm gonna come." you cry out, scratching at his chest with your nails. he pulled you down as much as he could, feeling you cum on his tongue. your pupils blasted, eardrums blown, as you remove yourself lying on top of him.

jaehyun had come again. just from the way you moaned taeyong's name and praised him as you came brought him to another climax. he couldn't even be mad about it anymore, it was too enticing.

taeyong hugs you, stroking your hair softly. "wanna go one more time?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling. you giggled, nodding your head slowly.

"lemme do the hard work now." he said, turning you around and pulling you in towards his body. you could feel how hard he was in his boxers, poking against your ass. you shimmied his underwear down from behind, stroking what you could, your hand not fully wrapping around his large cock. he groaned against your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist, while you positioned yourself up with his member.

taeyong was thicker than jaehyun was. now length wise: jaehyun won that category. but, taeyong having to stretch your pussy out would be troublesome in itself. taeyong slowly pushed into you, reeling you in closer. you jerked at how thick he was, walls clenching around him.

"shit. you're so tight." he groaned, fitting himself in halfway. "can you take it all?"

a small 'yes' came out, squeezing your eyes so you didn't make eye contact with jaehyun; who was only sitting a few feet away from you, feeling himself, again. taeyong continue to sink into you, your moans becoming squeaks. finally, he anchored you down, bring your hips close as his strokes started off slowly.

your pussy had never felt this stimulated. fucked in three ways by two guys was never a situation you though you'd find yourself in. pleasure and pain excreted from you, your brows knitted into a furrow. "so big..." you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

"you take it so well though?" taeyong sped up, the sound of skin making the level of lust only increase throughout the room. "you're such a good girl for me...letting daddy treat you so good?" he cooed in your ear. you only felt yourself raining in on your third climax.

"yes, im such a good girl." taeyong's pace increased at a rapid rate, but becoming much more uncoordinated, squeezing you against himself. you could feel him chasing his high drilling you onto the edge of the bed, feeling the bedframe and floorboards shake below you.

"yeah...who's good girl are you?" he asked, kissing your ear.

"fuck–only...only yours." you blurted out, eyes opening as you screamed. making eye contact with jaehyun. like the situation from earlier, only switched. you pushed yourself off taeyong, climbing off the bed, now your knees.

"need you in my mouth." you seductively said, taeyong immediately complying, shoving his thick member into your warm mouth. you choked at the feeling, tears beading in the corners of your eyes. spit pooled at the sides of your mouth, as your speed increased at a exhilarating rate.

"shit—i'm cumming." taeyong groaned, completely shoving—even what you couldn't take—down your throat. his warm seed coating your throat. without hesitation you swallowed, looking up at him through glazed over eyes.

"so pretty for me." he complimented, leaning down to kiss you on your forehead. jaehyun coughed, bringing the two of you back to reality.

you calmed down a bit from your high, finally deciding on showering. alone. leaving taeyong and jaehyun in your room to discuss.

"you stole her from me." he said, crossing his arms. taeyong laughed, grabbing his boxers off the bed.

"how?"

"you...fucked her better." taeyong smiled at the compliment.

"thanks dude. i thought it was quite exciting as well."

silence filled the room, the only sound of running water in the distance creating noise.

"what now?"

"guess we'll have to find out."

[jistarss]

spidey senses | mark lee

— • pairing: spider-man! mark x fem! reader

— • genre: nct, spiderman mark au, non-idol au, fluff

— • synopsis: you’ve been friends with mark since you were little, but you started forgetting who he was whenever he made excuses to cancel or leave plans with you. as close as you were with mark you started wondering if he was hiding something from you.

— • wc: tba

{warnings} cursing, written in lowercase.

— • a/n: i lovee the idea of spidermark, i hope you enjoy!!

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“where the hell is he?” you were sitting on your bed, annoyed as you continuously checked the time on your phone. mark should have been here by now, but of course he was late again.

you and mark have been friends ever since you were 7. as the years went by you both became closer and closer, eventually becoming best friends. every week on friday mark would go to your house for a movie night. overtime you started to develop a crush on him.

it has been your tradition for a while now but lately he has been acting different. mark was always making up different excuses on why he couldn’t make it or why he had to leave. today was another one of those days.

with a sigh you check the time, you were supposed to meet at 7 but he’s 30 minutes late. you sigh again and try to call him. you wait a bit before you hear his voicemail. you’ve already been waiting long enough so you just decide to watch the movie by yourself.

you agreed on watching twilight tonight and you prepared popcorn and a lot of your favorite snacks. you get comfortable on your bed before grabbing the tv remote and pressing play. you were 20 minutes into the movie before you hear shuffling at your window.

you look towards your window, not seeing anything so you focus back on the movie, until you hear your window opening. you let out a gasp and quickly pause the movie before looking at your window again.

you slowly get up, still looking at the window before seeing a figure sit on your window sill. another gasp escapes your mouth as you see.. spiderman?

your mouth slightly drops open as you watch him reach up and pull his mask off, revealing your best friend. “mark?” you hesitantly let out. “what’s going on?”

he lets out a groan in response as he steps into your room, making his way to your bed. you watch him silently, noticing the claw marks on his suit. “fuck, are you okay?” you ask him. he looks at you with a small smile before he takes the top half of his suit off.

you let out a curse before rushing to your bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet. as you reach your room you roll your desk chair in front of your bed, taking a seat while opening the kit.

you grab everything you need and apply the medicine on a gauge. “this might hurt” you mumble, glancing at mark before cleaning the wound. mark let’s out a small hiss, throwing his head back. you glance at him again and let out a small apology.

after cleaning his wound you began to wrap it up. you can feel mark’s eyes on you as you finish and throw away the trash but you choose to ignore it. getting up, you walk to your closet, pulling out some clothes mark left for when he stays over.

you hand them to him before walking out of your room. as you close the door you let out a sigh, making your way to your kitchen. you grab a cup and fill it with water before walking to your living room and sitting on your couch.

as you sip on your water you start to get lost in your thoughts. you wonder how this all happened and why he didn’t tell you. mark is your best friend and you tell each other everything.

you didn’t notice mark coming out of your room until he sat down next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. you feel him staring at you before he decides to say something.

“look, i can explain all of this,” he nervously lets out as he looks away from you. “i’m not mad mark, just a little hurt that you didn’t tell me,” you tell him.

“i know and i’m sorry, but if i told you it could have put you in danger,” he says as he looks at you, his eyes flickering to your lips. you reach out for his hand, “you know i’ll always be there for you,” you start, moving your hand to rest on his cheek, “even if it puts me in danger”.

you watch him closely as he tenses up at your touch. he gulps, “im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was so scared i could end up loosing you” he says as he looks down. you raise his head slightly, causing him to look at you.

“you could never lose me. besides, i always have you to protect me” you tease him with a smile. he lets out an airy chuckle in response, looking you in your eyes as he reaches out and tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

you watch as he leans in slightly, stealing a glance at your lips. “i love you, y/n” he says quietly. “i love you too mark”, you smile. he smiles back in return before closing the gap between you, softly pressing his lips against yours.

you let your eyes flutter close while you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back. he breaks away from this kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “will you be my girlfriend? please?” he asks before looking at you.

you break out in a smile, “of course mark” you say, leaning in to kiss him. you can feel him smiling against the kiss as he rests his hands on your waist.

he stands up and looks at you, “let’s finish the movie?” he asks. you let out a small laugh, taking his hand and leading him to your room.

as you settle in your bed you rest your head on marks chest while he grabs the remote, starting the movie over and pressing play before wrapping his arms around you.

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[edenesth]

My Forever Valentine

Pairing: bf!Jaehyun x gf!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Throughout your years together, Jaehyun had consistently taken charge of organising your Valentine's Day celebrations, even though it was his own birthday. But as your fourth anniversary approached, you decided it was your turn to take the reins. Yet, in your attempt to plan the day, everything seemed to go awry. Or... did it?

A/N: It's Valentine's Day and Jaehyun's birthday, and since he's my NCT bias, ofc I had to write this.

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Jung Jaehyun.

Your high school sweetheart.

He was the epitome of popularity in all your school years. Handsome, intelligent, and accomplished in almost every aspect of life, he seemed to effortlessly excel in everything he pursued. If anyone ever doubted god has favourites, they clearly have not seen him. He was the embodiment of perfection, and he was all yours.

But you? Not so much.

Unlike your boyfriend, you weren't a social butterfly, didn't hold the captaincy of any sports team, nor were you a contender for the valedictorian title. You were simply an average university student, striving to ensure you progressed to the next semester without the burden of retaking any courses.

And yet, Jaehyun seemed to see something in you that even you struggled to recognise.

Despite your enduring status as the quiet and shy girl since high school, you somehow managed to capture the attention of the basketball team's heartthrob of a captain. It was on Valentine's Day of your senior year that he confessed his feelings to you, and as a birthday gift to him, you chose to accept his confession.

As time passed, you found yourselves celebrating your fourth year together. Initially, you harboured fears that your seemingly perfect boyfriend would eventually leave you once he came to realise how ordinary you were. However, each passing year proved you wrong as he continued to demonstrate his love and care, meticulously planning unforgettable Valentine's Day celebrations, even when it was his own birthday.

On your first Valentine's Day together, right after you said yes to being his girlfriend, Jaehyun swept you off your feet with a heartfelt surprise. He took you to your favourite café, where you indulged in boba and shared laughter over cosy conversations. From there, he surprised you with a trip to the arcade, where you both embraced your inner children, playing games and capturing adorable photos together, photos you still keep in your wallets to this day.

For your second Valentine's Day, he went above and beyond to make it memorable. He planned a full day at the amusement park, starting with a thrilling morning at the water park, where you splashed and laughed together, enjoying the refreshing waves and thrilling slides. As the sun began to set, you ventured into the theme park, hand in hand, experiencing the exhilarating rides and magical atmosphere. The day concluded with a hearty dinner, where you toasted to your love and the memories you had created throughout the day.

On your third Valentine's Day, Jaehyun surprised you with a romantic mountain retreat, whisking you away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Surrounded by breathtaking views and serene nature, you spent the day indulging in multiple couple activities, from hiking hand in hand along scenic trails to picnicking by a tranquil lake. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you cosied up together by a crackling fire, cherishing the warmth of each other's company.

As your fourth anniversary and Valentine's Day approached, a newfound sense of confidence and assurance settled within you, bolstered by your boyfriend's unwavering love over the years. Slowly but surely, you found it increasingly difficult to imagine your life without him by your side, and you were determined to make this February 14th one to remember.

With a flutter of anticipation, you recalled approaching him with a gentle smile a couple of weeks ago, "Jae, I'd like to be the one to plan our Valentine's Day this year. Can I?"

Initially taken aback by your proposal, his eyes lit up with warmth and affection as he wholeheartedly agreed, "Of course, my love. We'll do anything you want." He responded with a kiss on your head, his reassurance melting away any lingering doubts.

Filled with excitement and determination, you spared no effort in arranging the perfect evening for him. After much deliberation and meticulous planning, you managed to secure a reservation at an exclusive restaurant facing a famous beach in Seoul. They offered a special Valentine's Day package, promising a lavish fine dining experience, captivating performances, and the opportunity to dance the night away under the stars.

During the dancing session, you had already made plans to express your desire to spend forever by his side. Tradition be damned, considering all he had done for you, you didn't mind taking the initiative to propose.

Getting home from your internship that evening, excitement bubbled within you and Jaehyun as you dressed in your finest attire, ready for a night of enchantment. You slipped into an elegant little black dress while he donned a sharp ensemble consisting of a crisp shirt, tailored pants, and a stylish blazer. The anticipation was palpable as you imagined the unforgettable evening ahead.

With his hand in yours and his other hand confidently guiding the steering wheel, you began your journey to the famous restaurant you had miraculously secured a booking with, "I'm so proud of you, my love," He said, his voice filled with admiration, "It usually takes months to secure a booking here, but you managed it in just weeks."

You couldn't contain your happiness, leaning your head against his shoulder with a grin, "I know, Jae. I still can't believe we're actually going there tonight," You replied excitedly, "Johnny is going to be so jealous! He's been raving about this place forever."

Or maybe he won't be jealous at all.

"We apologise deeply, miss! We were just about to contact you to inform you of the sudden closure of our restaurant!"

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Your heart sank upon arriving at the restaurant, met with unexpected news. A sudden kitchen malfunction had forced the establishment to close for the evening, leaving both of you frozen in disbelief. The weight of disappointment lingered heavily as you stood side by side at the restaurant's entrance, all dressed up with nowhere to go.

It felt like all your efforts had been in vain.

Feeling a surge of frustration and helplessness, you cast a glance at your boyfriend, uncertain of your next steps. His expression mirrored your own, a blend of disappointment and disbelief evident in his eyes. Silence settled between you for a moment as you both processed the unexpected turn of events.

Unfortunately, leaving was definitely not an option. Situated on the outskirts of Seoul, the restaurant's distance from the city meant that returning now would consume too much time. Besides, the unpredictability of traffic congestion could potentially result in both of you arriving well past midnight if you were to depart at this moment.

Letting out a sigh, you reached out to grasp his hand, "Gosh, I-I'm so sorry, Jae," You murmured, the words tinged with regret, "The one time I took charge of our Valentine's Day plans, this happens."

His immediate frown of disapproval at your self-blame was evident as he gently cupped your face in his hands, "Hey, none of this is your fault," He reassured, his voice soft but firm, "No one could have predicted this. It's alright; we'll find something else to do here."

Ugh, can he be any more perfect?

He pressed a reassuring kiss onto your lips before scanning the surroundings, searching for a solution. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope brightened his expression as he spotted a 24-hour convenience store around the corner and the picturesque beach still stretched out before you.

"Perhaps a romantic evening is still within reach." He suggested, his optimism infectious as he swiftly removed his blazer and draped it around your bare shoulders, ready to make the most of the sudden change of plans.

Stepping into the nearby convenience store, you were both greeted by the inviting glow of fluorescent lights. The weight of earlier disappointment seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort as you watched Jaehyun move gracefully down the aisles, effortlessly selecting your favourite foods, snacks, and drinks. Each item he chose, each thoughtful gesture, further solidified your desire to spend the rest of your life by his side.

With each passing second, the idea of being without him became unimaginable. In his presence, you found a sense of belonging and home that you knew you never wanted to live without.

Lost in the moment, overwhelmed with gratitude for the man you called yours, you couldn't resist the urge to hug him from behind. His smile greeted you as he turned to look at you over his shoulder, "Everything alright?" You nodded against him, replying softly, "Just wanted to be close to you."

The both of you were completely oblivious to the cashier rolling his eyes at the display and glancing away. However, any traces of irritation dissolved as soon as you both politely completed your payment and even extended well wishes for the remainder of his shift. Maybe, just maybe, he found the two of you a tad cute.

Emerging from the store with your arms laden with goodies, you made your way back to the beach, the cool breeze carrying the scent of saltwater and possibility. Settling down on the soft sand, your boyfriend made sure to keep you warm, tightening his blazer snugly around your frame, "Can't have you catching a cold, my love. Just tell me if you're feeling too chilly, hm?" Despite your long history together, his thoughtfulness never failed to make your heart flutter.

As the sky shifted into a tapestry of vibrant hues, you shared a playful exchange about the potential teasing from your friends regarding the unexpected turn of your date as you ate, "Ugh, Donghyuck is never going to let me hear the end of this. I was boasting to him just yesterday," You lamented with a groan, eliciting laughter from Jaehyun, "I'll give him a piece of my mind if he dares."

With the stars twinkling overhead and the gentle lull of the ocean as your backdrop, you couldn't imagine a more perfect setting for your makeshift Valentine's Day celebration.

Finishing the last of your kimbap, you leaned into his embrace, watching the moon rise over the horizon, your heart warmed as you felt him tighten his hold around you before tracing kisses down the side of your face, "I still can't believe we came all this way, dressed up and everything, just to be told the restaurant's closed. I promise next year will be better, Jae."

"It doesn't matter what we do. All I need is you by my side, my love," He whispered, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. You felt a rush of emotion welling in your eyes, quickly blinking it away, "Okay, okay, it's time for your birthday cake."

Giving him a quick peck on his cheek, you reached into the bag of treats you had gotten from the convenience store earlier. Pulling out a colourful cupcake adorned with sprinkles, you carefully placed a candle on top and lit it, shielding the flame from the gentle ocean breeze with your hand.

Clearing your throat, you began to sing the familiar birthday song, your voice mingling with the sound of the waves crashing nearby, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Jaehyun..."

His grin widened as he listened to your melody, his eyes shining with affection. When you reached the final verse, you leaned forward, presenting the cupcake before him, "Come on, birthday boy," You teased playfully, "Make a wish."

With a nod, he closed his eyes and pressed his hands together, his expression one of quiet contemplation. After a moment, he whispered his wish into the wind, his words barely audible over the sound of the ocean.

Curious, you leaned in closer, waiting with bated breath to hear his wish. And when he finally spoke, his words filled your heart with warmth and joy, "I wish for you to be my forever Valentine."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, "No fair—I was going to ask you first. You're always a step ahead."

He chuckled softly, "I suppose you'll have to get used to it for the rest of your life. Are you up for that?"

Without hesitation, you leaned in to press your lips against his, "Are you kidding? Of course, I am."

As the moonlight cast a soft glow over the two of you, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small velvet box. Your eyes widened in surprise as he opened it, revealing a dazzling ring nestled inside.

"I've been waiting for the perfect moment to do this," Jaehyun confessed, his voice filled with sincerity, "I wanted to propose to you this year, regardless of who was in charge of our Valentine's Day plans. And considering you hinted at wanting to ask me first, I'm assuming your answer is a resounding yes."

Your heart skipped a beat as you gazed at the ring, the significance of the moment sinking in. Speechless and overcome with emotion, you nodded fervently, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming love and gratitude swelling within you.

Jaehyun slid the ring onto your finger, sealing your bond with a promise of forever. With a soft grin, he stood up from his seat, extending his hand toward you with an overdramatic bow, "Would you care to dance, my beautiful future Mrs. Jung?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with love and excitement.

Giggling softly, you placed your hand in his, feeling a surge of joy at the thought of the future ahead, "I'd love to, Mr. Jung."

As the two of you swayed clumsily along the shore, the diamond ring on your finger catching the moonlight, the rhythmic sound of the waves provided a soothing melody. Your boyfriend, now fiancé, held you close, his gaze locked with yours as he pulled you in, resting his forehead against yours.

"If you still have any doubts," He murmured softly, lips brushing against yours, "I want you to know that this has been my absolute favourite Valentine's Day and birthday celebration so far."

Your heart melted at his words, and you nodded, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you, "I believe you, Jae."

With a dimpled smile, he leaned in, his lips catching yours in a loving kiss that conveyed the depth of your shared love. As you melted into his embrace, you realised that sometimes the most memorable moments are the unplanned ones. Despite the unexpected change of plans, you were content with how the evening had unfolded.

After all, even if you had been displeased with this Valentine's Day, there would be plenty more in the future to make up for it.

He's mine, forever.

Bonus:

Glancing at the time, you both agreed it was time to head home. As you gathered your belongings and approached Jaehyun's car, you were surprised to see the cashier from the convenience store earlier emerging from the shop and walking past you both, seemingly finishing his shift.

"Hey there, need a ride home? It's getting late, and we're happy to drop you off anywhere along our way." Your fiancé offered kindly, motioning towards his car.

The young man, whose name tag was revealed as Jisung, shook his head with a smile, "Thanks, but I'll be alright. I live just around the corner. You two have a safe journey back to the city, though."

You nodded in acknowledgement, watching as he continued on his way before pausing after a few steps, turning back to face you and Jaehyun, "Oh, um... congratulations, by the way. I saw the proposal from inside the store." He mentioned, nodding towards your ring, and both of you blushed.

With a sheepish shrug, he offered a light smile, "Happy Valentine's Day, and I wish you both all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you, Jisung."

As he made his way home, the young man couldn't help but shake his head with a small smile. Alright, perhaps he did find the two of you incredibly adorable. A part of him felt a warmth within, witnessing such genuine love between you both. It left him hoping to find someone just as special for himself someday.

Happy Valentine's Day to you all, my lovelies! Just another self-indulgent piece HAHA this is what happens when you've been single for way too long lmfao I'll pretend this is exactly how my Valentine's Day is going to go :)

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[asterifish]

Hello~~

Can i request a NCT Yuta who is a dom top with a bottom reader with a huge ego where Yuta basically not only humbles but feminize and makes the reader submit to him with his cock

Hi hi hello! Ty for requesting!!

I think I've done smth like this with a diff member, so I hope this one doesn't turn out the same 🙏

Hope you enjoy!

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You're a mess.

M/n was pretty popular in college. NCT Uni was pretty well known, which is why more people knew m/n. But what most don't know is that m/n has a boyfriend. A really protective boyfriend.

Yuta Nakamoto was a Dance major, a good one at that. He does a lot of shows with his class, NCT 127, and they usually travel all over Korea for it. When m/n and Yuta started daring, Yuta didn't take m/n with him, because he didn't know how m/n would act backstage without him.

A few weeks after Yuta decided that m/n was trustworthy, he invited m/n to one of their venues. M/n agreed, happy that he was finally allowed to go with his boyfriend.

The morning of, m/n woke up alone. He assumed that Yuta had gone to the venue with his class, and got ready per usual. The time of the performance came around, so m/n finally headed to the building. Meeting Yuta outside, they exchanged a quick kiss before Yuta let m/n backstage.

"Behave, m/n." Were Yuta's last words before he headed onstage.

Every time Yuta risked a glance backstage, m/n wasn't looking. He was offtalking to se staff member, or looking at himself in his pocket mirror, or on his phone. Most of the time, m/n was talking to a staff member, flaunting his outfit or seemingly flirting with staff.

Fast forward (by SOMI) to after the performance, Yuta was furious. Beyond furious. He wouldn't talk to. M/n the whole way back to their shared apartment. He went straight to the shower and didnt come out until an hour later.

"Yuta, hun, are you okay? You havent been talking to me at all since your performance." M/n tapped his boyfriend, but got shrugged off.

Yuta continued to ignore m/n until 2 hours later. "Yuyu.... Please talk to me. Whatever I did im sorry..."

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A few minutes later, M/n was underneath Yuta. He was gripping the bedsheets so hard his knuckles turned white. He was currently being spread open and eaten out. His legs were twitching, and he was moaning really loudly, lost in extacy. "You think you're so oretty, huh? I'll show you.. " Yuta flipped m/n over so he was on all fours before continuin, "...just how pretty you are. You dont need..." Yuta paused again and slapped m/n's ass. "..other people to tell you that... I can prove it to you myself."

Minutes later, Yuta was gripping m/n's waist, grunting ans he slammed in and out of the smaller. Yuta was groaning compliments to m/n, calling him a princess, and the prettiest girl im the whole world.

"Fuck baby... Your cunt is just sucking me in.. Ngh~" Yuta slapped m/n's ass harshly, earning a moan out of the smaller. They kept at this until m/n was begging for forgiveness, with three loads of cum in him.

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Hey!! Sorry this was cut short, ppl keep looking over my shoulder on the bus 😭😭😭

Also!! Heads up guys! Most of my fics will be non idol au unless specified :)

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[jae-min]

jaemin // eunchae's star diary ep. 17

[ihearthantae3]

Who From The Start

extra [xx.woonhak.xx]

PARING - non-idol!boynextdoor x mute fem! reader

CHARACTERS - BOYNEXTDOOR, Minji (NEWJEANS), Riku (NCT WISH) [i only used them as faceclaims for the story!

GENRE - school au, rom-com, non-idol au, (some) texting au, and (some) social media au

SYNOPSIS - The start of high school. Sungho, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Taesan, Leehan, and Woonhak meet a new girl but she doesn't talk

A/N - hey y'all ! so this does not correlate to the story 😭 js wanted to make a little "story" this takes place when everyone knows each other and is making jokes 🙌 also i will be updating soon js wait a little longer 😓 🙏 XOXO, ray 💋

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[emeraldbabygirl]

SHUT UP I’M CANCELING DISNEY+ AND NETFLIX AND SPENDING $3.99 ON BUBBLE FOR LUCAS, MARK AND RENNIE TEEHEEE 🤭🤭🤭

[euyrdice]

ok ice on my teeth was fr so good.... ALSO JAEMIN YUNHO COLAB?????

[anniebeckcalla]

pain au chocolat au recommendations by calla

comforting reads to help pass the time

soft nights with jisung are just like this... @nebularsung (+18)

pairing: park jisung x reader

genre: soft smut

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: it's late, and you and jisung are meant to be sleeping... rules are meant to be broken, though.

caramel hyuck @mejaemin (+18)

pairing: haechan x reader

genre:

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: the full collection of caramel hyuck stories by mejaemin

(a)couple(of)things @kongjjen

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, happiness, comfort

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: saturdays have never been better...why wouldn't they be? after all, you have your boyfriend, mark lee, by your side.

wifed up! @spookyji

pairing: park jisung x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: jisung can't do up his own tie for work- looks like it's up to you to help. of course, jisung can't help getting flustered by you in the process...

velvet midnight @florihaei

pairing: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: angst, comfort, fluff, slightly suggestive

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: tensions are running high between you and jaehyun. you've got to make up before you get hurt...but who will be the first to say sorry?

plus venire

please let me know if you don't want your story shared in my recommendations.

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[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 22: Brat Taming

Na Jaemin x Reader

Word Count: 1,612

THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: Sort of public teasing, Jaemin flirts with other girls to piss Reader off, jealous reader, lowkey toxic relationship?, edging/orgasm denial, spanking, oral (male and female recieving), implied round 2. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on one of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!

Taglist: @unlikelysublimekryptonite

Fic is under the cut.

You should have known that agreeing to go to Jeno’s party with Jaemin was a mistake. You loved Jaemin’s friends dearly, but whenever there was a party your boyfriend acted like even more of a brat than usual. It started with grabbing your ass when he thought no one was looking. Then it escalated to small comments under his breath, like how badly he wanted to see your makeup run, just to get his friends to laugh. Tough talk for such a submissive man, but that was beside the point.

Tonight, you were willing to let Jaemin act however he wanted within reason. Jeno was throwing this party to celebrate graduating college, after all, and you didn’t want to ruin your boyfriend’s fun at his best friend’s party. You even considered giving him what he wanted and letting him dominate you for a change after you got home. That changed when you saw him talking to Chaewon, one of the most popular girls in your year. He laughed at everything she said, and when you saw the way that he looked at her, it made you sick to your stomach. You knew that he was leading her on to piss you off, but it still triggered a strong emotional response for you.

When you saw him take her phone to put his number in, you decided that you’d had enough. You marched over to where they stood, grabbing Jaemin’s arm and saying, “Come with me. We need to talk.”

“Sure, honey. I’ll be right back, Chae.”

You practically dragged him to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind you. Once the door was locked, you turned to Jaemin and said, “Cut it out.”

“But I’m not doing anything.”

“Then what the hell were you doing giving Chaewon your number? Would you rather be with her tonight?”

“No, ma’am,” he said, looking down at the floor. Your reaction was how he knew that he’d gone too far. He only wanted to have some lighthearted fun, not hurt you. He hadn’t even actually given Chaewon his number, he was just typing a random note in her phone, but now was not the time to tell you that.

“We’re going home.”

“Can I say goodbye to Jeno first?”

“No. You can text him after I’m done with you.”

Jaemin did feel bad about upsetting you, but he also had to admit that he was incredibly turned on by seeing you so angry. That’s why he’d spent the night teasing you in the first place. He never meant to go as far as he did, though, so he decided to behave for the rest of the night.

You and Jaemin left the bathroom and walked back to your car, and you drove back to your apartment. The drive was silent, with you being too angry to speak and Jaemin being too embarrassed to speak. The silence made the drive feel much longer than it was, but it only took a few minutes to get back to your apartment. When you got inside, the first thing Jaemin did was drop to his knees and kiss your thighs. You had to admit that the stimulation felt good, but it didn’t change that you intended to punish him. So, you said, “Bedroom. Now. I expect you to be naked and sitting on the bed when I get there.”

Jaemin scrambled to get up and do as he was told. Once he was out of the room, you removed the mini dress you’d worn to the party, leaving only your bra and underwear on. You waited a few minutes to go to your bedroom, so he had time to complete the rest of your instructions. Then you made your way to your room and saw that Jaemin had followed every instruction you’d given him. It was kind of cute in a way how eager he was to please you. Sure, he acted like a brat sometimes, but deep down you knew he was your good boy.

Jaemin sat up straighter when he saw you walk in the room. He was desperate to please, feeling guilty about how he’d acted earlier. When he saw the way you looked at him, he initially thought his punishment would be spanking. That probably explains the surprise in his eyes when he saw you kneel in front of him. For a brief moment he considered asking you what was going on, but he knew better than to speak when he hadn’t been addressed first during a punishment. He got his answer anyway when you looked up at him and said, “I’m going to suck your cock, but you are not allowed to cum. If you do, the next part of the punishment will be worse. Do you understand?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Good boy,” you said before you took him in your mouth. Typically, you would have started slow, but this time you weren’t really concerned about being gentle with Jaemin. You moved your head along his shaft, pumping the parts that you couldn’t fit with your hand. The sweet whimpers that came from his mouth almost made you consider going easier on him.

Then you remembered the look in his eyes when he was talking to Chaewon at the party. You stopped using your mouth, instead opting to stroke his cock with your hand while you spoke to him. You looked up at him with the sweetest bedroom eyes you could muster and said, “How does it feel, baby?”

Jaemin moaned in response and said, “So good, miss.”

“Then you wouldn’t rather have Chaewon doing this right now?”

“No, miss. Only want you.”

“Say it again, slut.”

“I only want you, miss.”

“Then act like it when we’re out together. Understood?”

“Understood. Miss, I think I’m-”

You promptly stopped stroking and said, “Did I give you permission to speak beyond telling me that you understand?”

“No, miss.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

You waited a few minutes, then you started stroking again. When you noticed the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, you stopped again. Jaemin whined when you stopped, but one look from you shut him up quickly. You brought him to the edge one more time and stopped, and you had to admit that you were impressed that Jaemin had avoided an orgasm. So, you said, “Since you didn’t cum, I’ll go easy on you for the next part. Stand up and bend over.”

Jaemin knew what was coming next, and he dreaded it, but he still did as he was told. You gave his ass ten hard smacks, enjoying the small moans that left his mouth every time your hand made contact. When you were satisfied, you told him to stand up. He did, and you quickly turned him around to press a soft kiss to his forehead. He blushed at the soft contrast to what you were just doing and looked at you with the most fucked-out expression you’d ever seen. He seemed liked he wanted to say something, so you asked, “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Can I eat you out, miss?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, miss. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Go ahead, baby,” you said as you settled into a comfortable position on your bed. Within seconds, Jaemin was between your legs and pulling your panties down. As soon as your clothes were out of the way, Jaemin brought his mouth to your pussy, gently sucking on your clit. You moaned at the feeling, and it only made him want to do more. While his lips teased your clit, he slowly slid two of his fingers into you and pumped them in and out.

The pleasure you were feeling was dizzying, and you had to admit that you were feeling a lot better about what had happened at the party. It had taken a bit of reassurance from Jaemin, but you knew without a doubt in your mind that he loved you, and that you were the only person that he wanted. He just liked to act out to get your attention. You decided to make a plan with him for what he could do instead when he really wanted you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar knot tightening in your stomach. You tried to warn Jaemin, but before you could get the words out you were coming undone around his fingers. As he fucked you through your release, you quickly found yourself getting overstimulated, so you gently told him to stop. He stopped just long enough to make his way up to your lips and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

After you caught your breath, you helped Jaemin to your bathroom so you could clean him up, as well as clean yourself up. Once you were done, you helped him back to bed and put lotion on where you’d spanked him. He thanked you, and you pulled him closer. When you found a comfortable position you just held him, reassuring him that you loved him more than anything and apologizing for getting so jealous.

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Jaemin apologized for upsetting you, and he explained that he had never actually flirted with Chaewon. In fact, Chaewon was in on it the entire time, helping him pretend to flirt with her to make you jealous. You had to laugh, and you kissed him again. Jaemin deepened the kiss, and you could feel him moving against you as he kissed you. You should have figured that it would happen, especially because he didn’t cum earlier. Since he had taken his punishment so well, you decided to help him out once you finished recovering from your orgasm.

Thank you again for reading, happy spooky season!

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairings ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, guns, shooting, Blood

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CHAPTER ONE (3.6k)

Wong Yukhei looked out at the shimmering stars above Sha Tin District. It was a late night as he stood on his complex balcony. His elbows rested against the railing as he looked among the city lights. It was going to be a long time before he saw Sha Tin District again. He was headed to Seoul in the next few hours. Even though he was infatuated with his position and where they were seated, it didn’t fit with his satisfaction of expanding globally.

Lumidome. One of the highest-ranking mafia groups in China, or even among the top ten in the world. People didn’t understand the position of the mafia. Tested their limits and only found out when it was too late of what they were capable of. They overthrew their rivals in a matter of hours in one single night. Their leader, Yukhei, was known to be cold, stone-faced. He had a temper if someone messed with him the wrong way. A person was lucky enough to see the day light at all if they pissed him off.

“Yifan, reports?”

Yukhei’s voice was emotionless as he turned to face the older man sitting on a red velvet couch, wine glass in hand. Yifan had been with Yukhei since they were in middle school. His demeanor didn’t faze Yifan, he was used to the younger being stone faced. He had promised to follow Yukhei in all his activities. Whether they be bad or good. And he just wound up to be part of the bad.

Yifan swirled the wine in his glass before he took a sip.

“Our position here in China will remain the same. Everything will run as per usual. A jet is ready to take off whenever you seize to be ready, boss. Passing through the Korean border shouldn’t be an issue, and if we leave soon, there’s a chance we could be there before midnight.” He replied professionally. His eyes glanced at the younger’s cold expression.

Yukhei hummed in response with a small nod. He expected nothing more and nothing less from the one he trusted most. He leaned against the railing, his arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the older.

“What’s on your mind?”

Yifan set the glass down on the table in front of the sofa before he leaned back, crossing his leg over his knee.

“What we’ll do once we arrive in Korea.” Yifan replied honestly. There was no need to tell a lie to the younger one whose eyes were glued to him.

“Well, we will do exactly what we did once we arrived here.” Yukhei pushed himself off of the railing and stepped inside. “Take over and rise to power. And with you by my side, it should be easy.” He ran a hand through the others blond locks. An act that Yifan grew accustomed to over the years.

“You will be by my side, right?” He muttered. Yifan gave a soft expression to the younger.

“Always by your side.”

“Good. Because I want you to be with me when I take over the world.” Yifan hummed.

“Who is our next target?”

“Simple. Neozone.”

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The sun was just setting as a perfect evening ended in a small little pet shop in the center of Seoul. The glow of the sunlight and the colours of the night settling in glimmered through the store windows as Ten went around, making sure to give the pets food for the evening. With the occasional pet to the puppies and to the kittens, Ten double checked that all animals were set for the night with clean cages, and fresh food.

There weren’t many people coming in around this time, so Ten decided to start closing up shop earlier than usual. He was the only person working the shift at this little pet shop, and before closing he wanted to make sure that he got everything done before heading home for the night.

Being raised in a poor family, Ten learned to never slack off during his tasks, and at the moment he needed all the money he could earn. Ten had moved from Thailand to Seoul to pursue his dream of becoming a general surgeon. Although his mother was against it, he still left home to be taught at the finest universities in Seoul. But as a medical student, his mother didn’t send him money due to his run off, so he had to earn every last penny he could.

He needed a way to fend for himself, as well as pay tuition and rent.

Ten honestly didn’t mind at all though. Aside from his studies and the lack of friends, he needed to find a way to keep his mind occupied otherwise. Working with animals always made him forget about his worries, so he figured that this job would be the best to work as he worked away on his studies. If people at the university told him to “try harder” or “work hard”, it wouldn’t matter to him. Ten’s goal was to make his mother happy, to get her approval of his career choice.

Ever since he moved to Korea, he hadn’t made many friends at all. Perhaps it was because he was a foreigner. Or maybe because he focused too much on class and didn’t bother with socializing. Perhaps it was even because he was too focused on his studies or even his job. But in the end, it didn’t matter what he did with his time besides study and work. He had a goal to reach, and if he could reach it, it would make his world seem better.

He was just about to turn off the OPEN LED lights, when a friendly face got his attention and made him smile.

“Taemin?” At the sight of the older man, Ten opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

“Hey, I-sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to check and make sure that you were okay?”

“oh, thank you. I’m okay, I was just making sure that the pets had fresh clean cages and fresh food to have for the night. Come in.”

So far, Taemin was probably Ten’s only friend in Korea since he arrived. Despite seeing the older man walking home from the windows of the pet shop, or sitting outside with him during his lunch break, Ten grew fond of the olders’ presence. Seeing him and spending time with him, Ten slowly stopped seeing Taemin as a casual visit, and more like an older brother he could count on.

“What are you doing out tonight?”

“Oh, just heading down to the café shop before it closes to get a coffee. I decided to stop in and make sure you were doing well.” Taemin stated, glancing at the clock to check if the café would still be open at this hour.

“I see. I hope you get there in time and get yourself a nice warm drink! It’s getting a bit cold out during nights now.”

Taemin gave a small nod and leaned against the counter of the shop, watching the younger clean up the last little bit of the mess.

“I hope so. But I want to make sure that you get back home safe tonight. It’s not safe during dark hours around here. There are bad people out there and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Taemin announced, going to the shorter and giving him a small hug.

Ten enjoying getting these small hugs from Taemin. It made it feel as if he wasn’t as alone as he was here in Seoul. He gave him a hug back, before smiling to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m closing up shop now and I’ll head straight back to my apartment. But you be careful out there as well okay?” Ten suggested, putting the broom and dustpan away.

Taemin gave a hum in response with a nod.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be alright,” Taemin headed back to the door and smiled to the younger. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Ten gave a smile back to the older and waved.

“I’ll see you later. Bye!” Taemin gave a small wave back before he left the small little pet shop.

As Ten watched the older walk off towards the café, he realized how late it was getting. The sun was no longer visible, but the colours of the sun set still lingered among the darkening sky. He flipped off the OPEN sign lights and grabbed his bag off the counter in one swift motion.

He grabbed the keys and left the shop, saying a small goodbye to the pets for the night. Locking up, he put the keys in his bag and headed on home. Although the walk through the darkening streets didn’t help his paranoia, what Taemin said earlier started to creep into his mind further. The silence of the walk back to his apartment was eerie as he sped walked his way back.

Once he finally made it back to his apartment, he fumbled with his keys a bit before he finally got inside. Leaning back against the door of the apartment, he closed his eyes and gave out a relieved sigh. He locked the door as soon as he could and placed his bag on the counter top.

The place wasn’t much, small, and not very crowded by furniture, but it was all he needed until he finished University. He could live off of ramen noodles and cheap looking wallpapers until he was able to move into a place more suited to his style.

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“Damn it Haechan! Stop it, I swear you're gonna blow our cover!!”

“Geez Mark, okay okay… I was just trying to make the mood a little less stressful.” The blue haired boy pouted, crossing his arms. He was clearly upset from the olders words about the fact of his humming.

“He’s right, Hae… Boss trusted us with this mission, no one else could do the task. That’s what he said.” Jaemin spoke up, reminding him of their situation at hand.

The Dreamies. Aka – the innocent but deadly members from Korea’s largest and deadliest mafia groups, Neozone. Neozone is known as one of the world's largest and toughest mafia groups and is black listed on each police station in the globe. Dreamies were the youngest sub unit of that mafia. Unlike most teens their age, these few were reckless and a physical danger to the streets of Seoul. If you mess with their brothers, their family, they’ll make a mess of you on the side of the street. Wide and open for the world to see.

But these few do have their own restrictions from their boss. Although they were minors, they weren’t allowed to do what some of the older members were able to. No clubbing, no overdosing, and no going out past midnight unless they had Mark or Sehun with them. And most definitely. No. Killing.

“Where’s Taemin? Wasn’t he supposed to be going with us tonight?” A red-haired boy announced from the back of the car, slightly annoyed that their hyung wasn’t present.

“Jeno… He’s with boss tonight, across town. We’re merely waiting for the call-in case they need our help as backup. That’s why we gotta keep an eye out the windows.” At the mere comment, all the boys in the car turned their eyes out of the window in panic of being yelled at.

“Wait… Wait! Where’s Jisung?!” Kai practically screeched, in search around the car for their maknae.

“Relax, he’s just in the trunk.” Sehun responded unfazed.

“Oh, okay. Wait what?!”

“Cool it. He has his phone, and there isn’t much space in here for him anyways. He’s fine.” Mark stifled a laugh behind his hand before he turned his attention back to the windows.

Kai at that very moment wanted to throw hands with Sehun. But he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, running a hand through his white locks.

“Okay.. fine, I guess we just wait then.”

~~

Meanwhile, in the quieter part of Seoul, Taeyong sat in the driver’s seat of his sleek black Mercedes-Benzes. His face was stoic, but his eyes glistened with hostility as he awaited the arrival of their rival.

“Boss, you usually don’t come out here… What’s the change?” Taemin and Taeyong were both sitting in the car for nearly over an hour and both men were becoming impatient. Because of Taeyong’s high rank within Neozone, he was usually never on the field. Most of the dealing jobs belonged to the Dreamies or the BLINKS. But apparently, this job was too risky and dangerous for those members to be out on the prowl.

“Somethings come up Tae. Rivals from China decided to slither their ways into the Korean borders. Someone’s gotta stay.” Taeyong stated, his voice blunt but firm, steady. But it couldn’t help Taemin’s curiosity build up in his chest.

“China?”

Taeyong tilted his head to look at the older member next to him. “Yeah. They’ve already started to wreak havoc in Lotto. Unit 127 is already there with some of our allies, defending that part of the town. These new guys most definitely didn’t come here to play nice.”

“But then why aren’t we there with 127 now?”

“Their leader wants to send us a message. I know it’s risky, but it’s better than having them enter our territory. At this point, we’re not quite sure who we’re dealing with.”

Taemin nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to push Taeyong’s boundaries any further, and especially now wasn’t a time to let their guard down. Despite being in the gang world, Taeyong being younger than him, Taemin saw Taeyong as a younger brother he didn’t get to have growing up. But while in gang speak, Taeyong was his boss.

As another 15 minutes passed the two by, finally a large black Lincoln pulled up from the depths of the darkness around them. Windows tinted all black. If it were anyone else in this position, they wouldn’t have minded the car with any suspicion. But Taeyong knew better than that. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white.

Taeyong felt something was wrong in his gut, but the moment a window rolled down and a barrel of a 22-calibre gun appeared in the window, he knew.

“Shit! It’s a tra-!”

Before the younger could even finish his sentence, the first bullet was blown out of the barrel and slammed into the windshield. Not enough to shatter it, but enough to give a message.

Taeyong became furious. He backed the vehicle up as fast as he could, as Taemin beside him loaded his gun.

“I guess that’s our message!”

“I’m calling the Dreamies!” Taemin snapped, the phone already pressed to his ear. “Sehun, get over here now! We’re on the other side of town, close to the university campus!”

As Taemin made the call, Taeyong’s knuckles were white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. He drove wickedly fast, tires screeching around every corner he whipped around. Passing through red lights, just skimming the chances of getting hit.

“Hey! That was a red light!!”

“Damn it Taemin, does it look like I care?! There are no red lights in a damn car chase!” Taeyong fumed. As they continued to speed down the streets of Seoul, going faster by the mile, so was their rival’s bullets. Closer and closer to breaking glass and popping holes in the tires. Taeyong had enough of it and was ready to hit back.

“Take the wheel.”

“What?!” Taemin shouted.

“Jesus-take the damn wheel Taemin!”

Taeyong jumped into the back seat while Taemin moved into the driver’s seat in one fell swoop. But he didn’t dare give a second to forget about his seat belt. The younger surged through the duffel bag stored away in the back seat and loaded a gun. Without a second thought, he leaned out the window, his red fiery hair flaming as fierce as the flames of rage in his eyes. He aimed and shot the driver and must’ve hit for the car swerved as they sped off, hitting a lamppost.

After a few minutes of silence and the hum of the car, Taemin finally broke the silence.

“I think… we lost them.”

“Shit! Look out!!” Neither of the members had time to react, as their rival hit their car head on, forcing the car to stop, crushed against the escalade.

When Taeyong finally deemed back to his senses, he saw three figures exit the escalade, and so he readied his gun and exited his own.

“Sup, assholes.”

“So sorry about that. You must be Taeyong. What my dearest pleasure to finally meet you! It’s such a shame we have to be on terrible terms.” A tall guy with blonde hair stated as a snake-like smile slid across his face.

“what do you want?” Taemin demanded. He stepped out of the car alongside Taeyong. Both of their barrels pointed to the tall blond.

“you’re boss.”

“And why do you want me?” Taeyong’s posture didn’t falter. His stance emanated dominance. If there was anything he valued more than his gang, it was his pride.

“how do I put this… Our leader wants to negotiate… some things with our so-called rivals, and that involves you and your gang Mr. Lee.” The blond stated.

“You’re going to have to go through me first.” Taemin loathed, taking a step forward, his entire body shaking his rage.

“So be it.”

One of the two didn’t hesitate to charge at Taemin as both of them aimed to rip each other apart. Despite Taemin’s height, his opponent was stronger and threw him against the window of the Mercedes, completely smashing it.

Going back to his own opponent, Taeyong turned around just in time to pin the taller one against the door of the Mercedes by the neck. The taller swallowed and smirked down to the shorter.

“oh, kinky.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes and pushed the man onto the ground, foot against his chest and gun aimed at his head. But before he could even pull the trigger, a sharp pain entered his torso. He groaned and dropped the gun, clutching his side which was turning crimson red. His hands clutched his shirt against a deep blade wound as he faltered down to his knees. Taeyong struggled to pull himself back to his feet but was met with stars and a rush of pain. He glanced back behind him to be met with a woman wearing a bandana.

She raised an eyebrow at him and held up a knife which was now covered in blood. She knelt down, wiping the blood off the knife on a bandana from her pocket.

“I like your eyes Mr. Taeyong. They’re beautiful…”

“Seulgri, no.” The blond stated, standing as he dusted off his pants. “Boss wants him alive.”

“I’d listen to your friend,” Taeyong wheezed. “He seems to be the smarter of the two.” Even though he was beginning to bleed out, Taeyong still found the strength to give an evil smirk.

This made Seulgri growl, as the other lady grabbed her gun and walked around the car to join sides with her.

Before either of them could lunge forward at Taeyong, a small car slammed into the three, sending them flying against the road.

“Are we late, boss?”

“Just on time, Mark.” Taeyong groaned, forcing himself up into a sitting position.

Taemin got up off the ground and touched the wound on his forehead. His hand was covered in blood before he noticed Taeyong’s injury was worse.

“oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

“No Shit Sherlock!” Haechan yelled from the back of the car.

“Boss, what do you want us to do?” Sehun then spoke up, even through the situation, his expression remained the same as his voice barely faltered.

“Take the Dreamies back to the zone. Get inside and lock up the building. No one goes in and no one goes out.” Taeyong slurred, feeling himself fall in and out of consciousness. There was no way he would be able to make it to the hospital in time, and never mind being arrested once he arrives.

“but what about you? We can’t just leave you here!”

“Jaemin, there is no time! It’s fine, I know where to go now, get back to the zone and lock up!” At this point, most members forget how aggressive and demanding the soft hearted Taemin could be.

He had already lifted Taeyong. An arm around his waist, keeping Taeyong close to him. He could only think of one place to take him.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“But-“

“Now Jaemin! Go!” Jaemin knew that there wasn’t time to fight with Taemin. He smacked Mark’s arm and Mark sped off.

Taemin gave a small nod before he pulled his attention back to Taeyong, whose eyes were closed as his skin was already turning pale. “Hey no! Open your eyes!” He demanded, worried that if the younger's eyes closed, they would never open again.

Taeyong could barely open his eyes, as he mumbled, “Taemin, I’m dying. You gotta get ou-“

“No! No Taeyong! I’m not leaving you! And you’re not leaving me! You promised me!” The guilt washed over Taeyong. He did promise. Both promised to stick by each other's side through thick and thin.

Taeyong had a family, and that was too much to lose. “Fine.”

After minutes of staggering around the alleyways of Seoul, Taemin turned the corner of run-down apartment buildings. At this point, the older member was practically dragging the younger. He struggled to contain his tears through the hallway, mumbling incoherent words through his quiet sobs.

Taemin finally made it to the last door, and desperately knocked on it. Over and over again. After a brief moment of silence, the door finally opened.

“Help.” 

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[08:52] | nct lee donghyuck | haechan

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.”

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, marriage!au, non-idol au!

genre » mildly (?; as compared to my latest one before) suggestive but mainly fluff, dad haechan and mum reader, fluffy aftercare morning, just a cute little scenario in the morning, husband haechan who loves you very much, gentle haechan who treats you well, haechan and you both get to be the little/big spoon

word count; estimated reading time » 1626; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » aftercare in the morning (continued from previous night), suggestive talk, reader wears haechan's clothes, reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind the ear, mentions of s*x; from previous night (no smut), haechan touches your lower body momentarily, abdominal cramps after s*x, (a ton of) kissing, pet names (baby girl, bubs), nicknames (hyuck), mildly (?) suggestive sentence at the end, haechan implied to be physically bigger, not proofread 😭

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i have a feeling that the next story i release is going to be a long one and is going to be quite emotional (for me at least) so this is a little 180 before that happens!

The sun seeps through the small gaps between your curtain and the birds sing their songs too early for your liking; especially after what happened last night. Blinking your eyes open wasn’t effortful and so was satisfyingly yawning your sleep away. What your overused muscles did not like too much however was when you tried to sit up on the bed, your abdomen forcing your head to lay back on your pillow.

“Okay…” You chuckle to yourself, heat creeping onto your cheek when you remember the events of last night. A hand goes on top of your stomach, stroking your skin and remembering how someone else did the same thing to lull you back to sleep last night.

You turn your head towards that someone, an adoring smile on your face when you’re greeted with his messy morning hair and slightly gaped lips. You couldn’t help but lay on your side to admire Haechan’s features, his relaxed and light snoring making your heart beat faster. His eyelashes took your attention and you couldn’t help but brush the posterior side of your index finger along it, unfortunately stirring him into consciousness.

“Sorry,” You quickly apologised, scooting over closer to him to share some body warmth. You gently pulled his head to your chest, cradling and blocking the sun behind you from reaching him and playing with his black strands, humming a quiet song while your other hand patted his back.

Haechan satisfactorily groans at his wife’s loving touch, snuggling over to bury his nose between the pillow and the crook of your neck, “Morning, bubs.”

“Good morning, Hyuck,” pressing a kiss to the top of his hairline.

“How was your sleep?” His morning voice was still evident, deep and husky; almost like last night but in a more tame and most definitely more innocent way.

“Too good.”

You feel the smirk on your skin as Haechan leans into you to pamper kisses all over the curve of your shoulder, “Yeah?” Up towards your jawline to your chin. His tongue runs free a little bit when he reaches your bottom lip before lightly biting it. “You like that?” Asking after hearing you gasping and closing your eyes. “Baby girl, didn’t get enough action last night?”

A hand sneaks up past your waist, pulling his oversized shirt up and immediately finds its way on your lower body down to your ass. You couldn’t help but whine slightly when Haechan spread his fingers around one of your cheeks, his palm warmer than your body. He lightly grips your body, so differently from last night, and you can’t help but tilt your head down to kiss him as he reminds you of last night. 

You got lost in his lips treating yours so gently, making sure that he pours all his love into you. But as the intensity increased, you forgot about the lower body pain and your husband was alarmed by the way you pulled away suddenly, flopping over on your back with the crease between your eyebrows evident.

Haechan gives you space, backing away just enough to get a proper look at you. He props up to one elbow against the bed, a hand tucking your hair behind your ears, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, a reassuring smile forming on your lips as soon as you see the worry in his eyes. A hand cups Haechan’s jawline, pulling him closer for a kiss. Just like before, Haechan didn’t stop giving you light reminders of his love around your face this time: the tip of your nose, forehead, eyelids and anywhere he could reach without hurting you. The hand that held your lower body moments before is now over the weighted blanket over you both, and he strokes the cotton to where your stomach is below.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, bubs.”

“You didn’t. Don’t apologise for that, Hyuck.” You immediately attempt to reassure his worries, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t, bubs.”

But Haechan still couldn’t help but pout again and you mirror his expression more exaggeratedly in hopes of making the situation lighter; to make sure he knows that he took care of you well straight after as well and that last night shouldn’t be something he should apologise about.

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.” A light blush spread across his face and you giggled at the way he face dived into his cushion, red and shy. “Pulling me onto your lap, letting me rest on your shoulder while you dressed me and messaging my body.” 

“Were you okay?” You heard him over the pillow, “I tried to be as gentle as possible.”

“You were super gentle with me,” You nod, acknowledging him, “Non-stop kissing me and telling me that I’m beautiful.”

Haechan turns his head to you, a slight look of confusion on his face, “I’m just stating facts though?”

A push against his shoulder and a light melodic laugh is what you give him. Haechan joins in the laughter, and his hand over your stomach begins to move, his fingers rising and falling delicately. You both just stare at each other, commuting through your eyes the upturned corners of your lips. It wouldn’t be for too long though because this time, it’s your turn to be the little spoon, imitating exactly what you did before plus the addition of his whispers of sweet nothings against your ears. You indulge yourself in his warmth and his natural scent that reminds you of safety and home. The blanket is adjusted, Haechan pulling it up just underneath your eyes and you could swear you could slumber back to sleep at this moment. 

The door clicks open then and there, Haechan’s eyes lighting up at the sight of the little one. The younger girl runs to her parent’s bed like usual but stops in her tracks when Haechan puts a palm out towards her hurriedly, “Don’t jump on the bed, little bean.”

“Why…?” Sadness laced her voice.

“Mumma is in a little bit of pain at the moment,” You peek up behind your blanket, saying a quick greeting to what Haechan would say is a mini version of you. “Come over on this side,” Tapping an empty spot on his side of the bed.

Soon, your child slumps over your husband’s figure, chin resting on his biceps as she looks over to you sadly, “Mumma, are you alright?”

“I am, baby, don’t worry.” You outstretched an arm towards your child, patting her head and successfully putting a smile on your face.

“Whoever hurts my mumma will have to go through me!”

Oh, if only she knew.

“You can’t beat, dadda, bean.” 

…oh my. 

You mentally face-palmed at the conversation unfolding before you. As your child lightly slaps your husband’s arm and asks for a reason why you’re bedridden, you can’t help but hide your face behind your blanket. You hear your husband panicking and stuttering, trying his best to go around the topic whilst also giving her a proper explanation that no, Haechan would never hurt you in that way.

“Dadda! You said you would always take care of mumma!”

“I-I do!”

“Then what is this?” She points at you, “Get away from mumma!”

You could no longer contain your laughter and it was the reason why your child stopped reprimanding her dad. Seeing you smile and laugh was the only reassurance that your child needed because she no longer gave her dad slaps and Haechan mentally thanked you for getting him out of that situation.

But seeing your child awake also reminded you of the time and the empty belly that she must have. Your mother instincts kicked in and your stomach cramp didn’t matter with her in your sight, “Alright, mumma will get up now.” 

“Hey, hey, no you’re not.” Haechan takes hold of your shoulder, grabs the corner of the blanket from the other side of the bed and pulls it to your chest. He hovers above you, heart-shaped eyes decorating his gaze on you. His arm stays there to lock you in, “I’ll take care of her. Just rest, bubs.”

“Hyuck, it’s fine.”

“No.” He curtly responded. “Stay here. I’ll take care of the little gremlin.” 

“Dadda!” So maybe it wasn’t as quiet and subtle as he thought it was. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Haechan pinches your daughter’s cheek, “Go to the kitchen. Dadda will meet you there with your favourite breakfast.” It didn’t take a second for her to jump out the bed, excited screaming and variations of ‘yay’s echoing your room, the hallway and soon, basically your whole house.

“Are you sure she’s not your mini me?” 

Haechan playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes at your question. “And what about my lovely wife? What breakfast do you want?”

“I’m not too hungry yet.” Feeling your eyelids becoming heavy once more as you exhale lightly from your lips, “I’ll make brunch later.”

Haechan hums at your thoughts and slips out from the shared blanket. The disappearance of the secure warmth and the weight of his hand on your stomach wasn’t the best but you’re aware of the parental duties that must be addressed first. As Haechan finally stands and stretches his limbs in the air, he doesn’t forget to give you a final kiss on the lips, staying there for a while, separating to look at you before planting another one.

“You shouldn’t want anything, baby girl,” Your slight eyebrow raise only made him smirk. And as you thought you would be able to go back to being sound asleep for another hour, Haechan just had to make your brain and heart go haywire, “Not with how I filled you up last night.”

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