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Yn and His Week of Wonders

Lee Hoseok, Lee Jeno, Choi Minho, Kim Mingyu, Kang Yeosang x Male Reader

cw: college au, reader becomes a whore, top classmate yeosang, top coach mingyu, top jock jeno, verse jock wonho, top principal minho, verse reader, bareback, sexual toys, cheating, degradation, double penetration, blowjobs, rimjobs, facesitting, spit play, semi-public sex, musk kink, feminization, chest play, spanking, choking.

an: first fic of the year, enjoy 🫶

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yn always thought that life in university would be very hard, the tiring semesters, annoying classmates, papers he has to do, all that wasn't easy and sometimes the thought of dropping out roamed on his head but thankfully a series of events that happened over the course of a week made him stay. life in university would be very interesting for him.

Tuesday:

yn's deskmate yeosang has always flirted with him and yn obviously responded to it. these flirts little by little started to become sexual, touchings here and there, bulge grabbing, vulgar signs. yeosang invited yn to a frat party on the campus. “who the fuck does a party on week days” yn groans, “dunno” yeosang shrugs, “see you there then”. he was not sure if going or not but something was telling him to go, who knows maybe things could escalate to something more fun?. “heyy!! you're here” yeosang went to hug yn and also took advantage to grab yn’s clothed ass. something that caught him off guard but it was foreshadowing what would happen later at night.

10 pm and yeosang was all touchy touchy with yn, all over him, his big frame and muscular arms caging yn against the wall. his breath mixed with alcohol intoxicating yn, their lips brushing against each other, “may i?” yeosang whispered. “yeah…” yn nodded. their lips clashed against each other. they were hungry for each other, their tongues dancing with each other, their saliva mixing and yeosang's biting yn's lower lip. “let's go upstairs” yn suggested.

they didn't wait until the door was closed, they were walking towards the bed while still kissing, just a trail of their clothes left behind. yeosang sat on the bed rubbing his dick, making eye contact with yn who immediately understood what he wanted. he knelt down and began to suck on yeosang’s meat. his glistening lips going up and down his shaft leaving it soaked with spit. he deepthroated him, holding it for a few seconds and then pulling it out completely. “you're doing such a good job. fuck!!” yeo praised.

next thing yn knew was that he was already on top of yeosang, straddling him while his cock plows his hole. his tight walls being opened by each thrust. “fuck yeosang.. this feels so good” he cried, his hands gripping yeosang’s big chest hard, leaving red prints of them. yeosang then made yn stand in all fours and resumed the thrusting while he stands up. yn moaned against the mattress while yeosang was just acting cocky, flexing his muscular arms and looking himself at the closet mirror, his sweaty body shining with the dim lights of the room. “are you ready for it, boy?” yeosang asked, informing yn that he was about to cum. “yes please, fill me up!!” he begged. “holy shit, it's coming” he spanked yn and immediately afterwards he came, his balls emptying themselves inside his deskmate’s sloppy hole. he pulls out and yn fell tired to the mattress, with no strength left. “let me help you” yeosang turn yn around and sucked him off, “wait” yn tried to stop him “what are you doing?”. yeosang continued until yn came on his mouth, he swallowed it all and smacked his lips at the end, as if he just tried something tasty “i just wanted you to cum too”.

unbeknownst to them some pervert was watching everything through the slightly open door.

Wednesday:

yn was getting ready to go and do some help to the sports faculty. while he was getting his bag ready something caught his attention, a transparent dildo poking out his backpack, “oh damn, guess my riding sessions have to be canceled today”, he pushed the dildo to the backpack’s bottom.

the students in that faculty were so disorganized that students from other faculties have had to go and help clean the locker rooms. “these fucking bastards. why do they have to be so dirty, ugh!” yn complained, he also was supposed to join other two students but they canceled at the last minute so he had to do all the work by himself.

“ig guess that's all” he says with joy doing little claps. he sat in one of the benches and rummage through his backpack to find something to eat. being so careless the dildo slowly slipped out of the backpack, falling to the floor, he bent down to pick it up. “hey what are you doing here” a man spoke, the voice catching yn off guard so he jumped in surprise, dropping the dildo once again. it was coach mingyu, the dream man of everyone in the campus. “oh i’m sorry i came here to help clean up the locker rooms” but mingyu wasn't looking at him, his eyes were glued towards something in the floor. realization hitting yn who quickly grabbed the dildo hiding it behind his back. “what's that?” mingyu asked. “nothing” yn nervously tries to brush it off and hide the object.

“were you doing naughty things in here?” mingyu asked, “are you one of those perverts that get off in public spaces?”.

“no, it’s nothing like that” yn’s face was bright red. mingyu kept questioning yn taking some steps forward while yn walked backwards trying to make some space between him and the coach. but then one of his legs gave up and yn fell. the dildo then was picked by mingyu who inspected the clear object, “you're quite the hungry one, huh?” he muttered trying to measure the size of the object with his hands, “you must take it like a champ” he adds…

“fuck it, you really take it like a champ” mingyu groans, his hand accelerating the pace of the thrusts. the sloppy dildo going in and out of yn’s abused hole. he was in one of the benches, folded, holding his legs against his chest displaying all his back side for mingyu to use as he pleases. ‘how the fuck did we ended up doing this’ yn questioned himself on his mind, the pleasure clouding it. mingyu discarded his shirt, his big chest bouncing when he freed it.”you’re making me so horny man” he blurted out. pants already unzipped and underwear already discarded, he was ready to replace the dildo with his own cock, “be ready for the real deal” he said, slapping its tip on the other’s hole. he put it all at once and starts slamming himself with the same speed he used to thrust the dildo. “you’re still so tight after all that dildo fucking. seems like you’re made just to pleasure cocks”.

yn pinched mingyu’s nipples and gripped hard his chest. he loved how big and bouncy it was, god how much he wanted to motorboat them or be suffocated by them, the mere thought making his dick leak drops of cum. mingyu’s big hand stroke yn’s dick while the other arm was around his neck, once again he felt intoxicated by how manly mingyu smelled, how he was being used to pleasure that greek god, he wished he could do this all day. his hole gripping hard mingyu’s cock, he didn’t want mingyu to pull out, he wanted that fat cock inside him forever.

few slams later mingyu pulled out cumming on yn’s back and the later came on mingyu’s hand. he then made yn lick clean his hand and wipe the cum off of his back. “and i was right, you took it like a champ” he winked at him and left. yn left the locker rooms limping.

Tuesday:

“look who’s here”, jeno said while walking towards yn accompanied by his friend hoseok, nicknamed wonho. both were the jocks of the campus and the top athletes of the university. “leave me alone” yn said annoyed. “why tho?. i thought sluts like you love the attention?” jeno adds catching yn off guard, “what did you just said?” yn asked concerned. “weren’t you the one being fucked in that party” jeno quickly responded “and also being folded by coach mingyu, woah such a whore bro”. “how did you even..” yn tried to made up things but jeno cut him off “you shouldn’t be fucking in public spaces ynnie, everyone could catch you, you know?”. “be thankful jeno was the one who caught you in your pervy adventures bro” wonho chimed in. he grabbed yn’s hand and put it on his crotch, “now you should know what we want bro” he added. “what the…” what’s the only thing yn said, “we wanna have a piece of that cake too” jeno said, sliding his hand inside yn’s denim short. “woah woah woah buddy wait. are you two blackmailing me?” yn spoke. “well you could say that bro” wonho shrugged, “but deep inside you know you want to taste our dicks” jeno added.

the “”blackmail”” worked, yn was kneeling in the jock’s dorm taking turns to suck on each dick, kissing the tips, licking the shafts and tracing every vein with his tongue. his tongue swirling on wonho’s tip while jerking jeno with his hand.

both jocks took turns to drill yn’s ass, while jeno fucks his ass wonho fucks his mouth then they change places. yn leaned down, his back against the mattress, jeno keeps fucking him while wonho sat on his face, riding his tongue that was exploring his warm insides, “keep working with that tongue of yours bro, feels majestic” wonho pinched his nipples lightly while his hips rocked side to side, forwards and backwards, so yn’s tongue can at least brush slightly wonho’s prostate. next, wonho was bouncing his big fat ass on yn’s dick while jeno fucked his mouth, “i’m gonna nut in your mouth and you better swallow it” jeno demanded, pulling out and jerking it off until the ropes of cum spurted from his tip landed on yn’s face and tongue. scooping the liquid with his hand and licking it all. “good boy” jeno said, slapping his left cheek gently. wonho on the other side was clenching so hard to milk yn dry. “come on bro, give me that semen” he started to sit hard “if you don’t give me that cum i’m gonna break this pathetic dick” the threat sounding cute to jeno but not to yn, who afraid of having to go to a doctor for a fractured dick stopped holding it and painted wonho’s insides white.

“see it wasn’t that hard” wonho stood up with the liquid leaking down his toned legs “that was a good load bro”.

Friday:

“why am i here again?” yn questioned minho, the principal of the university. “a lot of teachers had passed me a report of your grades. they had lowered a lot” concerned laced on his tone. “so tell me what’s happening”, minho was waiting for an answer but nothing came out of yn’s mouth, his eyes leaving the computer’s screen just to see yn chatting with someone, a smug smirk on his face. “ok that’s enough” annoyed minho snatched the phone out of yn’s hands and looked at the screen, what he saw left him speechless, mouth agape. a pic of a gaping ass leaking with cum, “what’s the meaning of this mr. yn ln. who’s this in this pic?”. “it’s my ass. with someone’s cum on it” he said as if it was something completely normal. “why are you carelessly spreading your private pics” the principal asks, his face completely flushed. “it’s not as if i’m sharing them with everyone… just with the people i fuck with. but we are here to discuss other things, right mr. principal” his smug face showing how completely he has changed, from an almost shy boy to a fuckboy now. “is this the reason why your grades are dropping?” the principal try to connect the dots, “...it’s like you’re only thinking in your sexual life. that cannot be mr. yn, we have to think in a way you focus again in your studies”. “what do you have in mind?” some sassiness in his tone, his eyes narrowed, he knows what was coming for him…

his face was flushed, tears pooling on his eyes and some of it rolled down his cheeks, tongue out and eyes rolling back. “read that again” minho spanked his already red ass, littered with red prints of his big calloused hands, his dick railing the student’s loose hole. “a… a.. flowchart is a di-diagram that depicts… a pro…cess, system or computer al-algori..thm… algorithm” he barely managed to read the first line that was on the computer’s screen. “what happened to all that cockyness of before mr. yn. does me fucking your pussy made you dumb?” minho was big and thick, a size yn has never taken up his ass so he was struggling to focus, “we’re gonna keep doing this until your grades go up, understood?”, “yes sir” yn replied quickly, his legs were trembling so he just leaned his upper torso on minho’s desk and left him rail him into oblivion. “this pussy is better than my wife’s, it’s tighter”. the next hour yn was trashed around the principal’s office, minho fucked him against the wall and windows and even answered a phone call while muffling yn’s whimpers with his hand. the thrusts were so hard that minho’s ass was bouncing, looking as if he was throwing it back and the skin slapping sound echoed in the office. minho’s hand makes its way towards the bottom’s neck gripping on it hard, making yn feel lightheaded

“i can’t… take it anymore please” yn said, all that minho’s been doing is overstimulating yn with the choking being his last straw, cumming right at the spot hands free. “such a nasty slut you are” minho spoke, quitting his hand off of yn’s neck. now grabbing him by his waist with both hands as if he was a toy to milk himself. “you need a man’s sperm inside you not some stupid classmate who knows nothing on how to plow a pussy” he starts to spit on the tip of his dick and slamming himself back, “i’m gonna cream this pussy every time we have a study session. if this is what your horny dumb ass wants then this is what you are getting, cocksucker slut”.

more nasty words came from minho’s mouth, who would’ve thought such a classy, married and distinguishable man would be such a pervert beast in sex. he fucked yn the whole hour and no sign of tiredness could be seen on him. he pulls out his dick that comes out soaked in thick cum, yn’s gape loose hole oozing with it too. “i’ve never came this much in my life, not even with my wife” he tells yn who was tired as fuck, “you’re pussy is really that good,with how much i came you might be pregnant by now” he jokes with one last spank on yn’s ass that causes some cum to get spilled on the surroundings. “rest all you want, no one can enter this office without my permission” and as he said that yn fell asleep.

the next semesters were amazing for yn to say the least. getting spitroasted and double penetrated by jeno and wonho. fucked by yeosang on the bathrooms and even in some classrooms. the study lessons went good with principal minho, yn can now read the first line, without stuttering at least. coach mingyu fucks him in his office now too he is also a little kinky using vibrators, cock rings and restraints on yn.

yn also sometimes doms wonho, fucking him while he wear the sports shirt and a black string thong that he just pulls to the side and fucks his bubblebutt smeared in lube “nut in my pussy bro” wonho pleads, “you know i’ll always cum inside you” kissing him right afterwards.

who would've thought a week of misunderstandings and teasings would derive into semesters full of lust. yn now doesn’t want to drop out of university but instead wishes time does not passes so fast so he can enjoy all this for a long time.

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VAMPIRE. . . 🩸 Haechan X Male reader (+18) top haechan, bottom male reader, nsfw, blood, vampire haechan, description of genitals, cursing, marking, rough sex, blow job, etc. - first time writting here + english is not my first lenguage.

You were on your way home after a party, passing near an old house, the haunted house of your town. It was 3 am, when suddenly, you heard a sound, a strange sound. You tried to ignore it, but it was too terrifying.

OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE. you thought. It wasn't the first time you went down that street at night, but there was something strange, you didn't know if it was the atmosphere of the place or that something strange was happening that night.

There was a full moon, nothing strange, but you had already heard many times that in the town where you lived, full moon nights were rare as hell.

I think I'm going crazy, I'm here alone but why the hell do I hear like someone is running through the bushes of the haunted house? Now you were even more scared than before, that you froze in place as you heard footsteps behind you.

“If there is someone, please don’t kill me. I can do whatever you want, but please don’t kill me.”

“Oh no honey, I’m not going to kill you,” someone said behind you.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

“I’m Haechan. I just want to play and have fun.”

You were going to speak, but you were interrupted by the fact that that man stood in front of you, making you freeze even more than before. He was gorgeous asf; his skin, his moles, his eyes, HIS LIPS… You were amazed by the beauty of that man. You had never seen someone as handsome as him. Something about that man attracted you, in fact, until a few seconds ago, you were fearing for your life and what could happen to you, but the moment you saw his face, you stopped fearing for your life. You felt too attracted to him, to the point of needing to have him close to you. He has very beautiful lips…

“Oh... I see, you think I'm handsome... plus you think I have beautiful lips?” The man said with a mischievous laugh. “H-HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” you stuttered. “Darling, I’m a vampire and I can read your mind…” he said. "And I see that you want me, just as much as I want you."

You were shocked. What do you mean, vampire? That was impossible, the existence of vampires was pure fiction, they couldn’t exist. Even though you were a big fan of vampires and all their lore, you couldn't believe him. You knew perfectly well the long encyclopedias of vampirism, how they were born and how their “existence” was possible, although you didn’t think they were real.

You couldn’t believe what that man had told you, but, he had really read your mind, as strange as it seemed to you. It could be a coincidence, or, he was extremely narcissistic that he was capable of thinking that, sadly, you gave yourself away the moment you raised your voice at him.

“Come on boy, you're looking at me… Do you seriously still believe that vampires are fiction?” He said with a big smile, showing his sharp, blood-filled fangs. Oh god, he really is a vampire...

Even though the existence of vampires might be terrifying to other people, to you it was the best news there could be, since you wished that they existed or that you could become one yourself.

"What do you want?". “I've already said what I want. I want to play. I want you.”

“Me?! Why?!”. “Come with me darling” He said while pulling your arm leading you into the haunted house.

The breeze picked up, and with it, you began to smell a magnificent aroma. That scent came from Haechan, it was the best scent you had ever smelled in your entire life. It was crazy the fact that everything about him seemed so incredible to you. You felt like you were under a spell, but it felt wonderful, like a dream, from which you didn't care at all about never waking up.

Haechan thought it was too funny to read your mind, but above all he thought it was wonderful to have run into a vampire fan.

But there was something, and it was that he didn't know that he was never going to be able to let you go, neither you, but it would be something that you both would never regret.

You both entered the house, and as you moved through it, you noticed that it was almost empty, except for a few things. “This place is almost empty” you muttered. “You can speak louder, no one will hear us,” he said with a raspy voice. "By the way, what's your name?"

“Didn't you say that you could read minds?” you said sarcastically. “Well, obviously I can, but it's not like you've thought about your name in a while…” Haechan finished the sentence giggling.

I’m dumb asf… “Y/N.” “My pleasure, darling.”

That darling made your heart skip a beat, you weren't used to anyone treating you with pet names, much less having a man as handsome as Haechan say them.

You walked through the house, arriving at the main room, which contained few things, some clothes and a bed. You were in complete silence, but Haechan broke the silence. “Fuck, you smell too good, you’re going to end up driving me crazy” He said as he approached you, you could notice how he was fighting with his wild side trying to control his craziest impulses, he didn’t want to scare you, at least not now.

“Please don’t kill me” You begged him again. “Of course not,” he shook his head in denial as he looked you up and down with hungry eyes. “Killing you would be a shame, my love, I just need to taste your blood.”

You opened your eyes wide, you were freaking out, you didn’t know what to do, part of you wanted to run away, but the other part wanted to see what Haechan was capable of doing to you. Suddenly, you felt a sort of pinch on your neck, caused by Haechan, who had bitten your neck, which caused a choked sob. Haechan was finally getting a taste of your blood.

“FuUck-” He moaned. “You taste so fucking good.” His moans made you hard, along with the fact that he was sucking your neck. But you needed more, you needed more of him.

Damn, I'm so hard, you said to yourself, forgetting that Haechan could read your mind.

He stopped sucking on your neck, which made you look at him strangely. “Why are you stopping?”

“You’re hard, aren’t you?” Shit, I forgot he could read my mind, you thought as you rubbed your forehead. “Hahaha, exactly y/n.”

He carried you to the bed and sat you on it, then looked down at you with a mischievous smile. He approached your shirt, beginning to undo the buttons on it. Suddenly, you noticed that he was hard too. So I'm not the only one who's hard... you thought, making Haechan chuckle softly.

Tired of waiting for Haechan to finish unbuttoning your shirt, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and made him sit on the bed.

Abruptly, you began to make out, joining your tongues in a deep kiss.

You separated from him, drawing a gasp from his mouth, while a thread of saliva joined you both.

You left kisses all over his body, his neck, his collarbones, until you reached his nipples. You began to lick one of them, while with the other one you moved it as you pleased, making him not stop panting, in addition to releasing some unidentifiable words.

“Aah, I’m so horny” he said in a rough tone.

You bit his nipple. “Fuuh~~” he moaned as he threw his head back. This made you hornier.

You reached for his pants and proceeded to untie them, quickly, no matter how hungry you looked to want to eat his cock. Damn I need that cock. That thought of yours made his penis get even more erect than it already was, making you almost drool.

Haechan was looking at you impressed, he had barely had any adventure, especially because he was a very lonely man, something very opposite to you.

And finally, you had his cock in your hands, this was giving your hole throbbing, you were eager to have him inside you, but first, you had to taste his cock. Keeping eye contact with Haechan, you took his cock into your mouth, slowly, wetting every inch of it. “Holy shit… agh… fuck…” He moans continuously. “This shit is amazing, you are amazing”.

After a few minutes of intense sucking, you decided to stop, confusing Haechan. “Hmm? Why are you stopping?”.

“I need you inside me” You say with a powerful tone.

Haechan looked at you waiting for your next move, eager for what you were going to do.

You stood up, and proceeded to get on top of him, rubbing your body against his, eliciting moans from both of you.

You both eagerly took off your clothes, remaining naked under the moonlight, which was the only thing that kept you from being in the dark.

You grabbed his chin, and pressed your lips together, kissing and creating wet sounds. He grabbed his cock and yours, rubbing them together, causing gasps between both of you.

“Uhhh… fuck…” he kept mumbling.

He stopped kissing, trying to catch some air.

"I need you to fuck me right now." you said eagerly.

"Please, I'm craving it."

You made him lie down on bed, which he obeyed. You felt like you had him wrapped around your finger, which shocked you a bit, cause he was a vampire, shouldn't it be the other way around? However. You got on top of him, grabbed his dick and directed it to you hole, slowly, to make your hole get used to the sensation.

This feels so fucking good, holy shit. you thought.

"Do it, agh..." Haechan whispered. "What? Speak loudly please" you said trying to tease him. Haechan was begging to fuck your hole, but in a summisive way, almost desperately. It was irresistible, but you wanted to play a bit more, just because you wanted to see how desperate he was for you and you wanted to hear him begging more.

You played a little more with his nipples, licking them, and from time to time you left a hickey on his neck, collarbone, chest…

"Let me fuck you, please" He finally asked. "As you wish, Haechan".

You pushed his dick inside you, causing both of you gasp. At first, his dick caused you some pain, but you adjusted.

You started going up and down slowly, taking control of everything. You increased your speed more and more, causing moans from both of you.

"Yes… fuck… agh… fuck… uff" he shouted.

“You like it?”

“FUuck, yes, yes I love this” he moaned.

You were amazed by how good the sex with Haechan was, you weren’t an expert, but sometimes you had some casual sex with some tinder guy.

But you weren't satisfied, not at all, you needed the sex to be stronger, harder.

"Destroy me" You blurted out, making Haechan jump.

"What?"

"Rip me apart, Haechan." You said that with a hungry grin.

You saw his gaze change, his eyes became more ferocious, you got a little scared, you didn't know you had awakened a beast.

“So that's what you want huh?... I won't hold back anymore.”

Abruptly, Haechan grabbed you by the arms, making you switch positions. He threw you down on the bed, your eyes widened, you didn't think he was going to be so rough, but you didn't dislike it, instead it made you feel more attracted to him, you were more and more eager to see his rough and strong side.

“Do what you want to me” you whispered in his ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for, my love.”

It was said that vampires when it came to sex, vampires were rough, fierce like beasts, of course it was a fairytale. You thought that until you saw him in action.

Haechan bites your neck, drawing a soft stream of blood. It doesn’t cause you pain, rather, pleasure.

“Fuck… Haechan” you moan his name, turning him on even more.

Haechan lunged at you, roughly, like an animal catching its prey.

The bed began to crack, everything began to shake

“W-why is everything shaking?” you gulped. “Honey, I already warned you that I wasn't going to hold back.” Haechan grabbed his hard cock, brought it close to your hole and without warning, he slid it in hard, making you scream with pleasure.

“Aahh…fuck, ugh.” you screamed, although you really enjoyed it.

He began to thrust into you, like a hungry beast.

“Your thighs are driving me crazy,” he blurted out, and without warning he bit your thigh.

He drew blood from it, filling your entire leg with it, it scared you to see so much blood, but you couldn't do much, you were immersed in your moans as well as his.

The way he fucked you made your eyes roll back from the pleasure he made you feel.

“Keep going, yeah, ahh, yeah. Oh my god Haechan,” you moaned. “Fuck me harder Haechan.”

In fact, he fucked you harder, reaching every corner of your hole with the thrusts he gave.

You felt like you were about to cum, but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted this to be endless.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Hold on for me, okay?” Haechan said in your ear, making a shiver run through your body.

Between the strong thrusts and the blood he had sucked from you, you began to feel very disoriented, you didn't even know where you were anymore, the only thing you felt was pleasure.

You dug your nails into Haechan's back and held onto him tightly. You were almost at your limit, feeling like you were going to faint.

"Hae-Haechan, I'm going to faint" you mumbled in his ear.

Haechan panicked, but he quickly bit his wrist and offered you some of his blood. "Drink my blood, it will make you feel better"

You drank his blood, and sure enough, he was right. You quickly regained strength, feeling like you could be fucking him all night, or your whole life.

You grabbed him by his chin. "Come inside me," you said.

He got harder, and started pounding you harder, making both of you moan at the same time, filling the whole room with your erotic sounds.

“Ahh, yes… uuh y/n, you are so fucking good” he groans.

You kissed, licked and left marks on each other in a violent way.

He grabs your cock, stroking it, almost making you cum on his hand.

“Fill me up, please” You panted.

“Of course baby”.

You both came at the same time, making you moan so loudly that if someone was near the house would be hearing it.

“Fuck yeah, you are so good” he moaned in your hear. “Oh gosh…” you moaned as you cummed his hand, making him lick his fingers. “You are fucking delicious” he said as he looked into your eyes while drinking your cum.

You were still holding onto Haechan. You didn't want to let him go, it felt so good that he was inside you. “Haechan, don't go” you whispered in his ear.

“Let me clean you y/n” “Can we stay like this hugged for a bit?” “Okay baby”.

He caressed your face, while kissing your forehead.

“Can we stay together forever?” you muttered. “I wanna stay with you forever”

“Well… you are human and I am not” “That doesn't matter Haechan” you said as you kissed him.

A month had passed, but you saw each other every day. You couldn't separate from each other, something that caused strangeness in people close to you, since they had never seen you so in love with someone and even less so suddenly.

And after a lot of talking with Haechan, you decided that before the end of the month, he would turn you into a vampire, as you had long dreamed of, at the same time that you would begin to live together, which would guarantee that you would never be separated, tying you to each other forever.

HIII Let me know if you liked this! it's my first time writing something like this lol, but anyway i hope you enjoyed it.

xoxo, jay ♡.

[127luvr]

Hi! I wanna request a m!r x Jaehyun where Jaehyun finds a love note for his boyfriend and gets really jealous

Fool

Jung Jaehyun x Male Reader

You can see the old eyeliner by his eyes, the smudged makeup making it evident that he had been rubbing one of his eyes uncontrollably. Your smile fades almost immediately when you finally close the door, stopping mid greet to adjust yourself in the passenger seat. But the car doesn’t start moving after you close the door. Instead Jaehyun sits with his hands on the steering wheel, head resting on the headrest behind him while he looked up to the roof of the car. He’s never looked like this before—defeated. Lost in his head while he finds the words to say to you.

Jaehyun doesn’t consider himself to be a jealous person. He’s usually very levelheaded—not letting his insecurities hinder him in a relationship. With you it’s different. He’s completely enamored with you, willing to follow you to the ends of the Earth if asked. He trusts you undoubtedly—he doesn’t the trust the fact that he believes you could find a better man. Someone who isn’t an idol having to hide his relationship from the world. Someone who isn’t busy for the better half of a year—working overseas or all day.

Which is why he stares at the roof of his car, frowning slightly with his dimples indented into the sides of his cheek. You’re not used to seeing them in this context. His dimples were accompanied by a smile—not a frown.

“Jaehyun?” He shrinks at your small voice, the stark difference from your earlier greet to now making him groan. You rake your eyes over his body finally noticing the paper in his hand—crumbled up by how harshly he gripped it. It’s unreadable now but you recognize it as it had been addressed to you. “Is that what you’re upset about? It’s really nothing.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? If it’s really nothing you would’ve mentioned it.” He turns his head for the first time. You see that the makeup on his other eye was smudged too, giving him a messy smokey eye—you can’t help but admire his beauty. Even while angry and disheveled he managed to take your breath away. “And now you’re not saying anything, (Y/n).”

“Jae are you jealous…”

“I don’t feel like joking right now.” It’s hard to take the situation serious. Hard to not laugh in Jaehyun’s face as he balls the letter up in his hand and tosses it towards the backseat. “I don’t like that other people are allowed to perceive you. To think that you’re handsome and crush on you. I should be the only one.” Jaehyun has never been the type of man to be possessive, but his words made you melt. You never knew that he felt this way—even if it was a new development. You thought you were the only one that grew jealous with all the people that were around him—taking in his beauty while dressing him—styling him—mic-ing him.

You placed your hand on his, turning it over so you could rub circles on his palm. “I appreciate your words Jaehyun. You make me feel so wanted. But I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t read it. I don’t have to because I have you. You’re my one and only.”

He holds back a grin, the wrinkles around his nose appearing instantly. You recognize this face—the one he makes before he unloads one of his jokes, “my forever only?”

[vkooksupremacy]

Your Sap

Lee Jeno x Male Reader

May seemed like the best time of the year for Y/N. It seemed to be the month where he got sick least.

He'd always had a weak immune system, but he had a strong boyfriend to help him power through it.

The only problem was that sometimes Jeno couldn't be with him when he needed it most. As a member of NCT Jeno had multiple things to do in a day, leaving little to no time to take care of Y/N if he was really sick.

Today wa sone of the days where Jeno was free. And since Y/N wasn't sick, they decided to go to the park. To Jeno, Y/Now as the cutest at the park. He became a child again, running around with excited eyes and dragging Jeno with him.

The other didn't resist, simply because he was too cute.

"Nono, look!" Y/N's eyes widened as he took in the statue tha thad just been put up. "Wait... Is that?"

A few seconds passed, and simultaneously, they burst into laughter. It was a statue of Daegal, that someone had made and erected.

"I have to show Chenle!" Jeno took out his phone and snapped a picture.

"I'll send it to Jisung! His reaction to his mortal enemy having a statue will be gold!" Y/N cackled.

____________________

"Hey, Jeno, #DaegalStatue is trending." Y/N muffled a snort of laughter. "Isn't that funny?"

"Chenle's on cloud nine." Jeno mumbled. "He's spamming the group chat. Go check."

And so he was. Chenle was sending tweets to the chat faster than Y/N could scroll.

"Hmm... I don't care." Y/N mumbled. "As long as I have you."

"You're such a sap." Jeno said fondly, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'm your sap."

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[joonggphilia]

NCT Masterlist…….

———————————————————————

Johnny —

nothing to see here…..

Taeyong —

nothing to see here…..

Yuta —

nothing to see here…..

Kun —

nothing to see here…..

Doyoung —

I miss you Slumber party

Ten —

Dance Practice

Jaehyun —

nothing to see here…..

Winwin —

nothing to see here…..

Jungwoo —

nothing to see here…..

Mark —

nothing to see here…..

Xiaojun —

nothing to see here…..

Hendery —

nothing to see here…..

Renjun —

nothing to see here…..

Jeno —

Reputation Reputation Pt. 2 Take Two

Haechan —

In his eyes

Jaemin —

Take Two

Yangyang —

nothing to see here…..

Chenle —

Welcome Home?

Jisung —

nothing to see here…..

Hard Thoughts —

Nct Dream main kinks Nct Dream catching you jerk off WayV perv scale Nct 127 who sends the most nudes Nct Dream perv scale

[mins-fins]

˖﹙💌﹚DARLIN'

｡｡｡ silly little mark lee, well of course you're in love with him!

P ─  mark lee x m!rdr. G ─ fluff, university au, sleepover, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, self indulgent. W ─ swearing, mentions of drinking, depressive nightmares. WC ─ 2.1k.

mark is afraid he has some sort of psychic connection with you, he turns and creates contact with the wooden post of a bed frame.

he replies in a grunt, head beginning to pound with an indecipherable extent of pain. he bites back a wince, teeth about to sink into his tongue as a typical response, eyes struggling open as he observes his surroundings.

jeno has an arm thrown over his back, his snoring elevated as his proximity is much too adjacent, his nose scrunches up in irritation, the touch irking him. he’s just barely able to throw the arm off of him without causing a disturbance, fortunately jeno’s a heavy sleeper.

he’s unaware of why he’s awaken exactly, or how he even ended up on the floor with tangled blankets surrounding the circle of.. everyone. of course chenle decided to take the bed, he’s selfish like that (well mark guesses it’s his huge ass house after all, yet he left them to sleep on blankets? or did they fall asleep on the floor without realizing? he can’t remember). jisung’s crazily long legs tangle with donghyuck’s, no use in attempting any escape that way.

jeno rolls over and unconsciously begins cuddling jaemin, well of course, how cute.

renjun is the only one who appears comfortable enough, graciously embezzling everybody else’s blankets in order to create his own makeshift sleeping bag.

he squints, as if striving to capture a semblance of sight in the darkness, the door is cracked open, a crack of light permeating the small space. his back emits a tiny crack, he ignores it as he somehow stands on his two feet.

mark wobbles in the manner of a child taking their first steps, much too groggy, hands coming to rub at his eyes despite light being naught. he blinks down at his feet, narrowly avoiding his foot coming in contact with donghyuck’s heat, he trips over the uneven carpeting and stumbles himself out of the frankly claustrophobic room.

mark didn’t fret, he easily noticed the lack of your presence, he recalls you falling asleep right beside him, even with the muddled memories of the past few hours. he finally did wince once his eyes met the piercing lights of the extensive hallway, what was the point of even keeping them on?

either way, that happens to contain the least of mark’s concerns, he thinks he has a good idea of why you suddenly disappeared from the group you had fallen asleep with. he knows you well enough to scope out a definite answer.

and it’s exactly how it appears in his mind, you just so happen to be downstairs, fidgeting with a cup that contains nothing. mark blinks, catching your attention immediately. “y/n?”

“can you believe even his water tastes expensive?”

the question is passive, mark’s aware of the kinds that exist with you. it’s a cover up for something more, a bit of concern hidden behind the usually playful gleam of your eyes.

he’ll entertain you for a moment.

“really?”

you hum, clearly put off by the lack of an immediate inquiry,

because for as much as mark’s knowledge of you presides, your knowledge of him exists in the same boat. he surmises it’s a bit of a double edged sword, but then again, he guesses your friendship is an example of that very phenomenon.

yet the fondness he retains could never be replicated with one other person. “yeah, typical rich people bullshit”.

there remains a collection of cups clattered in the kitchen sink, unwashed, reeking alcohol just barely fluttering its way up into the air. mark has half a mind to scrunch his nose, and if the dishes were the main focus, he would’ve fully grimaced.

good thing they aren’t the main focus.

he slips by your side easily, yearning to grab ahold of your hand, but afraid of irking you when you already appear so skittish. he somehow crams the desire downward, instead gazing upon your trembling fingertips. “why’d you get up?”

he just barely deciphers the underlying whine in addition to the clearly desperate question, his eyes probably gleam with rashness, as if he’s your lover complaining about your decision to get out of bed.

well it is always warmer with you around, though mark lee cannot admit that to any person, not even you yourself.

you contemplate, mark notices the shift of your expression. a drop to his stomach, if you do feel the need to lie, then it’s possibly something worse than what he originally thought, unlike your typical streak of insomnia, it has to be something.. more.

and he’s just the slightest bit afraid.

“water”.

“really?”

your right eye twitches, mark fears the impending irritation upcoming. “yeah” you breath, averting your gaze as your fingertips circle the curvatures of this fancy looking glass, the reflection of your dark eyes visible in the silica sand.

he sucks his teeth.

the resounding action offends you, if the corresponding look mark glimpses once you whip your head is enough. “what?”

“what?”

your face falls flat. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“why are you lying?” mark rebuts, attempting his best shot at forbearance despite how bothered he is by your indignation. “it’s just me..”

your go to response is a dry chuckle. “i know that, it’s not like i’m scared of you or anything, it’s just..”

it’s just..

nothing.

because mark knows you won’t tell him, the pertinacity of your character consistently permeates no matter what, and mark loves you, so so much, but he can’t help his elevated apprehension. his fingers drum onto the porcelain counter before him, contemplation behind his eyes.

“it’s obvious something’s wrong”.

and from your corresponding look, you’re practically placing a curse on mark’s whole entire bloodline. he supposes certain things never really do change, even if that includes obstinacy.

mark adjusts his bracelet, stepping closer as he swipes one of your fallen eyelashes from your cheek. “you could make a wish..”

he’s stalling, stalling much more than you typically do, but he can’t exactly help it, if you don’t want to confess the deepest anxieties which make you awake at night, does he really have any right to dig deeper despite his clear intrigue? you’ve never been that kind of person, his intention is to always seek your comfortability, even if it slowly kills him inside.

you stare, tilting your head and blinking at his pointer where a fallen piece of your eyelash rests. “do you really believe in that shit?”

“i enjoy tradition”.

that earns a shy smile, you’re very aware of that one, it seems that you simply relish in the manner of mark’s reply. you remain silent, again focused on your very eyelash resting atop his fingertip. “okay, i made my wish”.

mark is staggered for a moment. “what? what do you mean?”

“i made the wish in my head”.

mark uncharacteristically pouts, now that is unfair. “you can’t just do that!”

you shrug. “it’s a secret”.

the whisper causes the click of his tongue, he presses his pointer finger to his thumb in a gentle action of getting rid of your eyelash. “fine, keep your secrets..”

he doesn’t exactly realize the double sided nature of that reply, and despite his disquietude in your displayed fits of seclusion, he keeps silent on the issue he has nothing of a bearable thought on.

still, your amusement prevails.

“you know, i think—”

well mark has no time to dwell on the end of his sentence, because you step forward and pull him into a staggering embrace. it isn’t staggering in an emotional manner, you typically enjoy hugs, it’s simply.. unexpected.

your arms practically cradling his upper body, you tuck the side of your face into his neck, as if striving for a degree of comfort only he could grant you. you take in a deep breath, yet you keep silent either way.

while he is stunned, his arms consciously squeezing around your waist, well now how can he not worry? you don’t just hug out of nowhere, especially if mark is talking first.

“hey, is everything okay?”

nothing of a verbal reply, you merely nod.

how you two end up on the couch? mark barely remembers.

there isn’t a lack of space, mark is sure this one is actually a pull out, but you two decide to squeeze onto it anyway, something of a natural warmth emanating from the embrace you so dearly cherish. mark doesn’t mind, it’d be worse if you were just avoiding him.

so really, this is the best case scenario.

“you know, you have to tell me when.. this happens”.

this could equate to several things, sleepwalking, nightmares, spontaneous depressive episodes, on an especially terrible level it could be all three, but he’s simply throwing darts at a board and hoping one of them sticks. “what is this?”

“whatever has you awake tonight”.

you have that puzzled expression on your face, an expression mark questions more than anything, now replicating it on his own features. you then quickly avert your eyes, which is difficult considering you find yourself pressed into him. “i know it’s just— i don’t know, i’m scared..”

and of course, honesty includes the scratching of your nails against any surface in immediate reach. mark can’t exactly stare elsewhere, you appear to fear even the slightest corners of this huge room. “of?”

you don’t answer that one.

so mark won’t press further, that’s enough of divulging for tonight he supposes..

“you don’t want a blanket?”

“it’s warm enough” in tandem with your response, you nuzzle into the side of mark’s neck. he can’t exactly disagree, and you obviously observe that part. “besides, we know you aren’t getting up any time soon”.

“you’re technically crushing me so what could i even do?” he inquires, lips taking an upturn at the glare you pair with a glare as your soundless reply. he winces at the pinch you decide as your go to, nose scrunched up in irritation.

“i could kill you”.

“sure”.

though you’re typically numbing, mark doesn’t want to let go, it’s as if you encapsulate the feeling of alleviation with just your arms around him alone. you two are lying together on a couch you could only ever dream of buying, somewhat chilly yet aided by the mellowness of your embrace.

usually the close proximity would irk mark, the affection would be so.. out of place if it wasn’t you. he guesses that the ‘favoritism’ donghyuck goes on about isn’t all a fallacy, but he isn’t all for admitting that.

mark gazes upward at the ceiling, crinkling his nose at the shade it’s painted. your reticence endures, not yet asleep, mark can still feel your fingertips scratching at the seams of his oversized shirt, you never sleep easily.

it occurs to mark that you probably have a few more things left to mutter, your tense, fingers trembling against the ends of this couch. “what’s on your mind?” he whispers, lips pursued.

you contemplate, clear distinguishing naught. for the first time in a while, you ponder with confusion written all over your features, a battle of your conscience and your heart, anxiety manifesting in the picking of your nails.

“don’t know why i let myself get scared of things like this anymore..”

“well you aren’t used to it” he runs a finger through your hair, an act which typically calms you down. “everyone is scared of something, it doesn’t just go away with age unfortunately”.

you manage to hide your smile, but mark can make it out the stretch pleading for you to just stop being stubborn for once. you again glance away, conflicted. “fucking hate nightmares”.

you then look up, and mark wants to fall. you stare into his eyes, mark maintains eye contact though he knows it’ll be bad for his heart, yet he does so anyway, egotism carrying his movements.

mark really wants to kiss you, it would be a perfect moment too. you stare with such a gentle manner, as if mark laid his life out for you instead of just offering a regular seam of comfort, and he wants to die a little.

well he could do that, and he does,

just not on the lips.. not yet..

he leans forward, lips pressing to your forehead. your eyes flutter closed, and whilst you don’t verbally react, mark is aware of how you feel.

“think you could go to sleep like this?”

you take in a deep breath, making yourself content on the couch with mark beside you. the hug keeps mark on his feet, he doesn’t want for you to let go, you don’t either, it’s as if you’re a perfect fit for each other.

your adjacent breathing steadily comes to a close, not sleep just yet, but mark is determined to make it happen. his hand rests on your back, warm and inviting. “thank you..”

it’s alright, it’s nothing, mark would do anything for you, the sight of your own contentment joys him to no end.

“it’s nothing..”

it isn’t, feelings can await the aftermath, he’s happy now, perhaps a bit in love as well.

[wonyourdreams]

Embrace

Yuta x Male reader (part 2 of this)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, slight angst

"Yeah?" he thrusted, earning a moan from you, "Ya like that?"

He was aggressive, you looked at the clock, 4:24 AM, you guys have been at it for almost two hours now

"Y-Yuta, p-please stop now" you begged, back arched, tears slightly dried, and sweat dripping everywhere

He pulled you in a hug, balls deep, he stopped moving but you can feel his cock twitching inside you as you melt into his embrace

"I really fucking missed you, I'm sorry for everything" he muttered as he kissed the space beneath your earlobe

Yuta doesn't know where all the courage of admitting his yearning for you came from but he knew in that moment he just wanted to be with you

Months after your break up, you stopped your entire Bitter, Avril Lavigne phase, losing the highlights and being more calm and at peace with the break up

Yuta on the other hand was happy you two broke up but the more you became ok with everything he started to feel like shit

He was happy that you were but he didn't like the fact that he couldn't find someone like you

You went out on dates with other guys, just simple dates, restaurants or street foods depending on where your date took you

Not like the first time you met Yuta it was full on sex, hot fucking, desire and satisfaction with each other's needs

But the change made you feel better, it was more healthy and cuter

Yuta on the other hand made out with everyone, anyone with a mouth, but he couldn't find what he was looking for, he couldn't find the satisfaction, he couldn't find the love, he couldn't find you, he wanted you

He had multiple attempts of one night stand which all failed because he couldn't find the same passion, lust, and love unlike when he makes out with you, you took care of him, you made him feel loved, and cared for

That's when it hit him, he had an outburst earlier that night at a bar because he wanted you

He saw how happy you were so he tried to stay away but after sips of liquor he found his way on your doorsteps

He was horny, he missed you, he wanted to be loved by you again and the oversized shirt you wore, that was owned by him did not help with self control

All he wanted was to talk but you in his shirt made him lose it, and not even wearing shorts just underwear

"Have your dates touched you?" Yuta asked as he bit your neck

You shook your head, "They're that weak into getting into you?" he said

He started grinding again, unlike before he didn't pull out he just moved his hips brushing your prostate against his dick

You started squirming and squealing, "Yuta, N-No", although you said that he knew you didn't want him to stop, so he continued

You missed this, him in you, balls deep, tight hug, and light kisses in your back

Yuta groaned and bit your shoulder, he stilled and shot his load in you, warm and thick, it was a lot

You on the other moaned and came just a few seconds before he did, "Fuck" your back arched but his hands still holding you

You slowly drifted off to sleep in Yuta's embrace, which the latter also started to lay down with you

He needed a few seconds, after that he cleaned you off and went back to cuddling you, blanket over both of you

Yuta knew what he did was wrong, but he wanted to explain to you and he'll try convincing you to get back with him once you return to your consciousness

–

redirectory

[kcake555]

Doyoung cake 🍰

nct

[star-suh]

Like Father Like Son (Part 1)

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

cw: top bf jaemin, established relationship, bareback, breeding, marking, semi-clothed sex, rimjob, fingering, hole slapping, belly bulge, degradation, hair pulling, lots of saliva ig,

an: i saw that namkoong min and jaemin look so similar so i have to do something about it *wink wink* 🤪

pt. II

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“hey it's gonna be ok” jaemin reassured yn, who was nervous about meeting his boyfriend's parents. “i know, it's just that i don't know, what if they don't like me at all” he said with concern.

“i'm sure they will, you're a cutie” he gave a kiss to yn.

they're finally arrived to jaem’s house. he knocked twice and the door swung open. a tall muscular man opened the door, he was so fucking sexy. ‘now i know why jaemin is hot as fuck’ he thought. the man extended his big arm to shake yn’s. “nice to meet you, i’m namkoong, jaemin’s father”. “nice to meet you sir, i’m yn”. “nice to meet you yn” the woman on the side said, “nice to meet you too ma’am” yn replied.

the atmosphere on the house was lovely, yn’s worries fade away seeing how welcoming jaem’s parents are. eventually the night came and yn was ready to sleep in his boyfriend's bed. but it wasn't gonna be a calm night for him.

“i love that fucking ass” jaemin slapped it, “let me eat it” with no warning he discarded his shorts and began to rim him.

“you really know how to use that tongue hngh..” yn praised, biting the pillow so he can contain his moans. “please go slow” he pleaded but jaem didn't listen to him, he just buried his face deeper that the only visible part of his face was his forehead.

jaemin leaned down, his back against the mattress while yn sat on top of him, leaning forward so jaem could have a better access to his tight hole. he inserted his spit covered thumb, that went in and out. then he added other finger, then one more, then a fourth one. “let me hear those pretty moans” he cooed. yn refused, “what about your parents”. “they're heavy sleepers, not even a hurricane would wake them up” jaemin reassured. trusting him yn let go of the pillow and let his whimpers wander around the room. it was like music for jaem's ears. it motivates him to keep making yn feel better, it was a sign that he was doing things the correct way.

jaem's bulge arises, yn could feel the heat of it pressing against his. due to jaemin not wearing underwear under his shorts made it easy for yn to frot himself on it. both dicks pressing against each other, only separated by a piece of cloth. “take it out jaem” yn pleaded, “i wanna feel it”.

jaemin complied, taking it out by a side, through one of the sleeves of his shorts. he was rock hard, salpping his thick veiny cock on yn’s eager hole. “fuck yeah. just like that”. jaemin put his wet tip inside, sliding in and out carefully, along with his thumb. yn loved when he do that, it’s like he's trying to open his hole more to make some space for his big cock to go deeper. “yn you're being so naughty tonight. it’s because we're not alone?” he snickered, “are you so excited to let someone else knows how slutty you are… letting everyone know who owns you?”. jaemin knows how to rile yn up. he knows what to say and in which moments to say it. yn rode jaemin, his back facing him. “yes just like that. keep going” jaemin blurted out between grunts. the sight of yn's hole swallowing his dick entirely just made him harder, his dick growing in size inside the other. “jaem you got bigger” yn whimpered, already struggling to take all that dick.

jaemin put one of his hands in one of yn's ass cheek, grabbed it with strength and used it to guide him go up and down as if he was some toy to make him feel pleasure. “jaem- hngh” yn let out his tongue,dripping with drool, his mind clouded with lust and jaemin's dick only. the tip of jaemin's dick being visible on yn's tummy. “are you already drunk inm my cock baby” jaemin blurted out, his ego swelling. “tell. me. something. whore.” he emphasized every word with a harsh spank, red handprints making their way on his skin. “jaem… mo- more”. jaemin stood up without pulling out his dick. he just pushed yn down towards the mattress, face down ass up. “you're so cute ynnie but that makes me hornier” jaemin confessed not slowing down his pace, “seeing you being this cute makes me wanna obliterate you. i want to break you”.

jaemin pulled yn by his hair so he can see his flushed face, cheeks glistening with tears, “this is how i want you to look always. so pretty and just for me” the top cupped the other's face with his hand and kissed him. a sloppy kiss with saliva smeared everywhere.

the bed sheets were soaked in the pair's juices. sweat, saliva, some precum and lube were the fluids that were also all over their bodies. jaemin's body looked the best, his big chest adorned with beads of sweat, saliva around his nipples. his abs contracting due to the heavy breathing but it was hot anyways. god, jaemin's body is perfect.

the top nibble on yn's neck, dark purple spots forming in there. meanwhile yn scratched jaem's back, the red burning stripes make him tingle in excitement.

jaemin is verily wild during sex, his stamina is unbelievably high making yn sometimes think if he was even a human. the top folded him and drilled on him, that position made it easy for jaem to go deeper. the bulge on yn's tummy growing bigger and bigger every time. “f-fuck jaem… you're dick feels so good” yn uttered in between pants and moans. jaemin just hummed while littering the other's collarbones with kisses and hickeys. “you're being such a good whore tonight ynnie” jaemin praised, his balls slapping against yn's ass. “i might give you a reward”.

jaemin discarded his shorts completely, positioned himself in a jackhammering position and slapped his tip on the slippery, gaping hole of yn “get ready to be filled” he muttered.

he put it all at once and resumed his thrusts, plowing yn as if this was their last night together.

bodies flushed, sheets drenched in sweat and spit. their little love nest being ruined just for the sake of their fun night. “i can't hold it anymore” asy yn said that his dick spurted with cum, covering the sheets on it “hnghh~ jaem….” he whimpered, overstimulation already hitting him. “just a bit more babe, wait for it”. with some few thrusts he came, his cock throbbing inside yn, each throb meant one spurt of sperm going down yn's insides. yn moaned happily he could finally rest now.

“let me fuck it out for you” jaem whispered and railed yn more still in that position, his cock going up and down easily, his cum is such a good lubricant. wet sounds accompanied by yn whimpers, praying to god that jaemin's stamina is running low now. “you're gonna bre…e…e…break me… jaemm”; “that's the idea” he replied quickly.

jaemin's wasn't lying when he said hewou would fuck the cum out of yn, with each thrust a big drop of cum is spilled on the surroundings of yn's ass with the rest of it that is still inside turning into something similar to foam. “done” jaemin heaved, slicking back his hair that was sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. his majestuous body covered in beds of sweat that glisten, making him look like a god of a greek pantheon. he clean his dick with some wipes and did the same to yn who was really tired.

“you did so well babe” he praised once more kissing yn's cheeks and hugging him, both falling asleep almost immediately.

jaemin was a heavy sleeper so he probably would be sleeping until mid-day but yn stood up and went to the kitchen for some water, while being there a big man appeared, it was jaemin's father, namkoong.

[leehyuckl0ver]

YUMMY. . .🥞

Haechan X Male reader

fluffy, cuddles, kisses, cute thing...

it was sunday, around 10 am, it was spring, so the sun's rays were coming in through the window, making you wake up.

you opened your eyes, by your side was your boyfriend, haechan, or as you called him, hyuck. he was cuddling up to you, something he always did.

you didn't want to wake him up, but staying there doing nothing seemed like a waste of time.

therefore, you decided to move, without making much noise to not wake hyuck up, who groaned when he felt your movement. “i'll be right back sweetheart” you whispered.

you came up with something, making pancakes for both of you for breakfast.

you arrived at the kitchen and went in search of the ingredients for the pancakes. when suddenly, you noticed some arms on your waist. “oh!, you scared me hyuck” you said while laughing at the situation. “Sorry, but I don't wanna be separated from you,” hyuck said in an adorable tone.

you gave him a soft kiss, “good morning darling” you said happily. “what are you doing?” hyuck asked. “i was going to start making pancakes, wanna help?”

"sure!!!!" he said, almost jumping at you.

hyuck was literally a sunshine, he loved spending time with you, and he accepted anything if it meant he could spend time with you. he truly was an angel, living with him was better than winning the lottery.

you started to make the pancakes, but ended up getting dirt everywhere. “my face is full of flour hyuckkk!!!” you whined. “mine too y/n!!” said hyuck laughing. this made you keep fighting over who was the most stained so it took you longer than expected to finish the pancakes.

a bit later, you were finally done making the pancakes. taking advantage of the fact that the two of you were going to be alone that day, you took your breakfast to bed and started watching some netflix, which you both didn't pay much attention to.

“finally, we’re done” you said, letting out a big sigh. hyuck was laughing, but he was dazed looking at you, he really was in love with you. “you're so beautiful y/n” he said while giving you a kiss on the lips.

“what is that coming for?”

“can’t i say that my boyfriend is beautiful?”

“it’s not that hyuck!”

“so?!”

“i look ugly asf lmao, because someone covered me in flour.” hyuck laughed

hyuck was always laughing, a lot, but with you a lot more, normally it was the other way around, people laughed a lot when they were with him. but with you, he could for once enjoy laughing with someone. hyuck always found you so adorable, anything you did made him laugh as much as it made him feel like he was dying of tenderness.

“let’s have breakfast” hyuck said while pulling your arm leading you to the bed.

later, having finished breakfast, you found yourself in hyuck's arms, while he caressed your hair, making you almost fall asleep on top of him. “if you keep touching my hair i’m going to fall asleep on top of you hyuck” “it doesn't matter baby, we have the whole day to ourselves” he said while leaving a small kiss on your head.

in the end, both you layed down on the bed, hugging each other like loving bears and you, ended up falling asleep, in his arms. while he, with one hand, grabbed your waist and with the other, caressed your hair, and from time to time, he left the occasional kiss on your head, forehead, cheeks and/or mouth.

hi!! this fic is shorter than the last one, but i was a bit tired lol, anyway, this is my second fic about hyuck :). (i think i’m a bit obsessed with him lol) i hope you like this, don’t forget to leave a like rt and comment !

lot’s of love, jay ♡.

[127luvr]

hey 🩷 i just moved to a dorm since my uni is in another city and i’m a little bit down cause i miss my cats and dog (and my home in general) 😭😭😭😭

so can i request a mark fic where he’s your roommate, he notices you’re kinda sad and tries to cheer you up?? 🥺 it’d be pretty awkward cause mark and reader are two strangers but it works and makes them closer 😞

maybe i can romanticize my stay here lmao

Make your day ₊ ⊹☼

Mark Lee x Male Reader

There are still unpacked boxes that litter your half of the room. They’re halfway open—a sign that you had started to unpack only to give up after not finding your new bedsheets. You glare at the cardboard from the bare mattress that you lay on—curled up into the smallest shape you could accomplish while still being comfortable. There are too many emotions that sit heavy on your chest, the more prominent one being anger.

Angry at your family for leaving you to fend for yourself in this dorm room—angry at how you packed the boxes with no particular order—angry at your roommate who has yet to show their face.

It makes you uneasy. The bare wall on their half of the room. The bare mattress that mirrors yours, only a few feet away. It wasn’t that your side was any better—still just as bare with nothing but boxes to decorate your side of the flooring. It was that there was no one to inhabit it yet.

You don’t know how long it had been since you closed your eyes, but when you came to you could hear another voice in the room. It was quiet—cautious almost—as they paced back and forth from the door and halfway into the room. You kept your eyes closed, making sure to keep your breathing even as the discomfort of your position finally settled in.

“I have to go, Johnny, I don’t want to be loud and wake my roommate up. It’d be such an asshole move.” He’s trying his hardest to whisper, to bring the phone close enough to his mouth where he barely speaks audibly but he fails. His voice still carries its way to your ears as you stir. “Dude you should’ve seen how he was sleeping—all scrunched up like a baby. I couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or not.” You scrunch your face up in embarrassment, finally feeling the blanket that was covering your body. It’s hesitant—almost as if it was floating above you rather than keeping you warm. “I’m not taking a picture that’s creepy. Byeeee I’ll text you.”

It’s not your blanket.

You can tell that much by the way it smells. Unfamiliar—but comforting.

You finally open your eyes, blinking several times to get well accustomed to the overhead lighting. You can see him from where you lay your head. He’s standing with his hand on top of the dorm’s desk, balancing himself while he scrolls endlessly on his phone. He’s unaware of your (e/c) eyes watching him—maybe it’s better that way. It lets you take him in on your own time. Study how he moves without it being weird. New people always made you nervous but your first impression of him was hard to describe. He sounded nice—an interesting tone to his voice as he elongated his words with whoever he was on the phone with.

He moves his gaze from his phone to you. The sudden eye contact startles you. His eyes are wide—curious—as they move back and forth from you to his screen. He decides to put his phone away, giving you his full attention. This makes you sit up, fully alert as you let the blanket cover your legs.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to be woken up—or if you had any blankets in your boxes but I didn’t want to rummage through your stuff so I just gave you one of mine. I hope you don’t mind, I don’t want you to think I’m weird—haha—but I didn’t want to leave you cold or anything. Sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck, pulling at the cross necklace that sits high on his collarbones. “I’m Mark.”

Mark.

“I’m (Y/n). And I really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to fall asleep—but here’s to my first nap in this dorm room I guess.” You hear Mark chuckle, a smile making its way to your lips when you hear it. It’s an unusual start, not your typical meeting with someone you’ll be living with for the next chapter of your life but it makes it worthwhile.

“I can help you unpack if you want, get settled in. I love that kind of stuff.” He’s lying. Mark noticed how all of your boxes were open—rummaged through halfway before you decided to give up since everything reminded you of home. Some of the stuff still had a few pieces of your pets’ fur and although Mark didn’t pick up on some of it, he was still very perceptive. He knew just exactly what you were going through while you sat with your shoulders slumped, still gripping his blanket on your lap. “I also brought some snacks, if you want to share. They’re going to be in the bottom drawer next to the desk. My parents send me a few things in bulk every now and then. They take their Costco membership very serious.”

You stare at him in awe, unable to hide your admiration for this complete stranger. But you don’t care. Mark was one of those people that made you feel like you’ve known him forever. He provided a sense of comfort you didn’t know you could feel away from home.

“I’d like that a lot, Mark. You’re already a lot better than the friends I have.” You manage to get another laugh out of him, his nose scrunching up with the rest of his face as he’s unable to contain himself.

Cute.

[jiyeonnnn]

Why am I so down and needy for hard thoughts on Jung Sungchan because he's getting so hot and buff like why does he have to manspread and show off those arms at the gym? Please do me the honor of satisfying my hard thoughts on him because ugh! HE'S SOOOO DAKS!

GYM ENCOUNTERS, JUNG SUNGCHAN x M!R

You've been friends with Sungchan for years, ever since he debuted as an idol. You've always been attracted to him, but you never acted on it, respecting his busy schedule and knowing that he probably had plenty of other people chasing after him. But this hot summer weekend, you can't resist the opportunity to visit him at his apartment.

When you arrive, you're wearing comfy shorts and a tank top that show off your toned legs and chest. Sungchan's eyes immediately lock onto you, and you can feel the intoxicating tension building between you.

He invites you in and shows you around his apartment, but you can tell that he's distracted - the way he stutters everytime you came close to him, the way he looks at you and the growing bulge in his sweatpants - it was all evident, and you're here for it.

You bend over to check out his gym equipment, and you immediately felt his primal gaze on you. You turn to look at him and see the desire in his eyes, and you know that you're not leaving this apartment without getting fucked by him.

He wastes no time, pulling you towards him and kissing you hard. "You know what you're doing to me, right?" he growls, running his hands over your ass as he slapped your exposure thighs. "Such a naughty boy, always teasing me like this"

He leads you to his gym, where he presses you up against the mirror and starts grinding against you. "You like that, baby?" he whispers in your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You like feeling my hard cock against your ass?"

You moan in response, feeling yourself getting harder with every dirty word that comes out of his mouth. "Fuck, hyung," you whisper, and he grins wickedly.

"That's right, call me hyung," he says, pushing you down onto your knees. "Now open wide."

You eagerly obey, taking his cock into your mouth and feeling him thrusting into you. He's rough, and you can feel your throat getting sore, and you love it - you love feeling him using you like this, like you're nothing more than a sex toy for him to play with.

As he filled and fucked your mouth, he pulls you back up and bends you over a bench. "You're such a dirty little brat," he growls, as he slams into you from behind. "You've been begging for this, haven't you?"

You can only moan in response, feeling the pleasure building in your body as he fucks you harder and harder. It was a frenzied feeling to have his cock bulge your stomach at every thrust; the way he held you close as he thrusted deeper and deeper is something you want to feel forever. His gaze remained nailed onto your eyes, staring intensely at the mirror as he watched you get wrecked under his touch, teeth softly grazing against your earlobe while whispering the dirtiest phrases you've ever heard.

And when he finally cums, filling you up with his hot load, you feel like you're in heaven.

"Fuck, that was good," he says, collapsing onto the bench next to you. "We should do this more often."

You smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of your new relationship with Sungchan.

[write-here-n-now]

upstanding citizen of society

C.(S). Johnny Suh x Reader | WC. 1311| G. Angst-ish/Fluff-ish |

The invisible weight of your future weighed down your shoulders, keeping you hunched over your far too-small study table. 

In the centre sat your trusty desktop computer, glowing bright with multiple tabs running simultaneously as you tried to complete your study notes

Bright neon-coloured sticky notes stuck haphazardly around the monitor frame, close to falling off and onto the desert of books and papers distributed on the width of the table top. 

Typing away you glance above the monitor to the glowing numbers “2:55 a.m.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you lean back on your computer chair, tugging off the hairband you had perched on your head to keep hair from falling across your eyes. 

Closing your eyes, you try and locate all the areas of your body threatening to cramp up if you continue to study is such an awkward position.

It had been nearly an hour and half since you had stretched your limbs, now they were desperately in need of some blood flow. It had also been nearly three hours since you had eaten something, your stomach joining the protest alongside your aching joints.

As you get up to stretch your legs and maybe grab a bite to eat, you’re startled by a knock to your balcony window.

You jump slightly before turning your head to make eye contact with your early morning intruder. 

Johnny stands on your balcony, slightly hunched over, due to the dim lighting you can only make out a few bruises on his face. He gives you an expectant look, not used to your usually unlocked balcony not budging as he tried to open it.

Sighing you walk over to unlock it and let him in. 

“I know you like to drop by unannounced but can you please use the front door and pretend to be an upstanding citizen of society?” You’re quick to nag about his behaviour as you walk to turn on the main bedroom light he walks past the door frame and takes a seat on your bed, ignoring your words quite blatantly. 

With the light on, instantly illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow, he winces at the much too bright lightning, eyes slowly adjusting.

With the room lit up, you can clearly see the bruises and cuts littered on his face. Bottom lip busted, not to mention his knuckles; cracked and blood-crusted skin, bruises and the usual rough calluses. 

You felt your heart sink, uneasiness settling in the pit of your empty stomach. Without a word, you head to the bathroom squatting down as you open the cupboard and pull out your first aid kit—it too had seen many nights like this. You walk back towards your bed, where he remains seated, his jacket off with luckily no more injuries to be spotted. 

Though not the worst he’s ever shown up to your abode at untimely hours, silently asking you to tend to his wounds, you couldn’t prevent the worry over what event took place to leave him battered like this every time. 

He used to joke, whenever you questioned the cause of his condition, “You should see the other guy.” Lately, it had been quiet though, the two of you careful not to break the silence with pointless small talk.

He with his eyes closed, head tilted back letting you do your magic. And you, gently applying the anti-septic and bandages trying not to let it sting, though even if it did he never winced at the contact. 

You finish up applying a small bandage to his cheek, cut up from presumably a piece of jewellery between a punch some unlucky bastard succeeded in landing. 

Sensing you moving away, he opens his eyes just as you stand from your seat beside him, he tugs at your arm. Caught off guard you stumble and land in his lap, right where he intended you to go. 

“thank you..” He whispers into the shell of your ear, holding you somewhat dangerously close.

The acknowledgment of his gratitude gets stuck somewhere in your throat, unable to rid your head of the feeling of his hand gently clasped around your bare arm and his warm breath on your neck now. 

“...its not that bad babe.”

He already knew that your head was swirling with worry about how and why he showed up bloodied and bruised, how many nights followed this same pattern?

“I know...But-” He presses his lips to your mouth, silencing your over-worrying.

Sighing into the kiss, you let yourself relax in his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders... Pushing the worry to the back of your head, at last he was here in front of you alive and standing (well sitting now).

He pulls away, resting his head against your forehead, the two of you silent for moment, catching your breaths.

“....When’s your exam?” He asks burying his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“monday...” You whisper.

“Do you need my help studying?” He mumbles in your neck, the action tickling your skin.

“Johnny Suh,” You use his full name but there is teasing snip to your tone. “I think you’ve helped me learned anatomy enough with bandaging your injuries.” 

He lets out a small laugh against your shoulder.

“Then let's, rest for a bit yea?”

You contemplate the offer, comfortable in his arms and you still had plenty of time to finish studying. 

“I’ll let you draw the names on me…” You were already sold but his offer pulled a grin to your cheeks. 

“You’ve convinced me, Suh.” Grinning he presses another kiss to your lips.

“But first a shower ok, then bed.”

You detach yourself from his arms and he’s quick to follow you up, but before you can walk away fully, he pulls you in by the waist. Lips low to your ear.

“Shower or shower~?” he questions, an air of flirtation in his tone.

“Shower. ALONE.” You stress, turning yourself in his arms to look into his eyes, asserting your stance.

You two stand there, silently battling it out through your eyes. Him with his most pitiful pleading eyes while you stood your ground narrowing your eyes in challenge. 

It doesn’t take long for him to concede, no match for your stubborn rules and routine. 

“Can I at least get a kiss for emotional support?” Batting his eyes in plea.

Rolling your eyes, you plant a quick kiss to his lips and pull his arm towards the washroom. 

“Ow ow, babe I’m hurt”

“Yeah yeah, I know how hurt you are.” Now in front of you, you push his back forward towards the washroom. “Chop chop babe~!”

His whines are drowned out as soon as he’s inside and you begin to walk back to your desk to clean up.

As you begin to clean up your notes and books, the scent of fresh soap fills your senses as Johnny is back quick as bullet, wrapping his arms around your waist. You halt your previous movements and let yourself relax in his arms. 

Your sweet moment is interrupted when you feel a cold gust of wind blow through the room, you turn your head towards the balcony and see that the door is wide open.

“John-NY!” you nag as you rush out of his arms to close the door and cast away the cold intruder. 

“Oops” he recalls only lightly shutting the door behind him. He walks behind you to wrap his arms around you once more. “..I’ll make sure to close the balcony door next time babe.” He plants a tiny peck to your crown.

“Next time you’ll use the apartment door,” you side-eye him, arms crossed in annoyance.

“Ah yes, the door.” He chuckles, leaving another kiss on your head, finding your anger endearing.

You know he'll probably be at your balcony again sooner or later.

[mins-fins]

[20:20 pm.]

"hey, focus".

he snaps his fingers in front of your face, finally snapping you out of that unexpected daze you were having. you blink up at your groupmate, who stares at you with that pointed glare of his, the kind of stare he looks at you with when he's mad at you for something, whether it be for cheating in uno, stealing a fry from him, or playfully insulting him.

"what? huh?" you respond, only earning a small scoff from him. you were not focusing, stuck in some sort of daydream that you can't recollect the contents of for some reason. you listen to him tap his pen against the paper in front of him, a light snicker added to his scoff as he looks at the expression on your face.

"i was asking about lyrics" he states, clicking his pen as he notes down your facial expressions in his mind. "the lyrics you came to help me write?"

you let your jaw fall in just the slightest. "oh.. that, right!"

he narrows his eyes, a frown coming to his face. "y/n!" that tone is familiar, it's the tone he uses when he wants to nag you, when he wants to annoy you and whine about something. "you weren't even listening to me! what were you even thinking about?"

at the question, you pause, trying your best to remember what you could've been thinking about, it had to be something truly distracting, something distracting enough that you couldn't even focus on what the male in front of you was saying.

you blink as you stare at the male in front of you, taking in his pretty features, his moles, his eyes, his flushed cheeks, his lips. his lips. you should not be staring at those, but you are, you allow for yourself to get distracted by them, so much for giving him an answer.

"you" is the answer you give. it's not entirely wrong, you were zoning out on his face, you were trying so hard not to get lost in his eyes.

your answer seems to stun him, as his cheeks go even redder and he opens his mouth in shock, beginning to stammer out a response. "i— stop lying, you're such an idiot".

"i'm not lying, though" you quickly reply, now very focused. "i was thinking about you, why don't you believe me?"

he lets himself be speechless for a moment, a snicker escaping his lips as he feigns annoyance. "no actually, i don't, cause you're a filthy liar".

you hum, knowing you won this little argument because of the way his ears redden and how he avoids eye contact. you just lean closer, giving one last glance at his lips before sliding the paper of written song lyrics closer to you, a small smile on your face as you do so. "alright then.. tell me about the lyrics".

he feels his face burn again. "oh uh— um, right, that".

well now he can't focus. oh how the tables have turned.

[junjiie]

AWKWARD⠀⸻⠀이마크⠀😵🔋

profiles⠀drain gang 👽

LEE MARK  마크  😯  1999⠀⠀/⠀⠀nicest straight guy around.  likes girls.  he’s a feminist.  he’s also working minimum age at the library.  trying to pretend he doesn’t have imaginary beef with yn’s roommate.

LEE DONGHYUCK  동혁  🧸  2000⠀⠀/⠀⠀evilest not-straight guy around.  would sell all his friends for a thriller vinyl  (he wouldn’t and he’s lying).  in a move no one could ever see coming,  he also works at the library.

LEE JENO  제노  🥤  2000⠀⠀/⠀⠀an angel from heaven  (with abs).   possibly kid cudi’s biggest fan.  it would take surgical intervention to remove him from donghyuck’s side.  everyone’s favorite cinema employee.

HUANG RENJUN  런쥔  🌼  2000⠀⠀/⠀⠀you can only get a follow back if you can stomach hot pot with him  (mark has not yet passed).  an art student with a small youtube channel on the side  (jeno subscribed first).

jj 🤓⠀you ARE going to be subjected to nohyuck propaganda in this.. if that is not your jam Click Away Now.. ⬅️⬆️➡️⬇️.. anyway bailando bailandooo amigos adíos adíos el silencio loco

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CHAPTER SEVEN : one step forward ten steps back

@ notyourmalelead top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger: you. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).

With no response from the only competent member of his friend group (Taeyong) and a plethora of undignified responses from those deemed not-so-competent (Jungwoo and Jaehyun)--Kim Doyoung is left with only one option: to engage in painfully awkward, extremely reluctant small talk.

It's just unfortunate that you happened to have the same idea.

“How was your-”

“What clas-” 

Flustered at the sudden break of silence and the tumbled mesh of words that were spoken at the same time-- the phrases melding into a sort of series of unintelligible garbling that has you blinking back as if you were struck-- you raise your hands in a polite sign of surrender, thin fingers curling inwards to your palms as you stare back at him expectantly. “Oh, sorry! You go first,”

Mirroring your expression, puffy lips parted and eyes wide, he bows his head to you ever so slightly. Voice uncharacteristically rounded about the edges of his words, more soft than sharp. A gentle type of embarrassment exacerbated by the utter disinclination to say them. “No, no. I interrupted you,”

You straighten up in your seat, exhaling much too loudly for you to be anything other than uncomfortable. There's a simmering sort of silence which hangs over the two of you as you hesitate, words laying stagnant on the tip of your tongue before they're unceremoniously shoved into the side of your cheek. An action accompanied by the aversion of your gaze as you toy with the body of your pen. Awkward. Somehow (and after god knows how long, you're trying not to think about it too hard), you manage to find the words. Pulling them from their passive position before flicking them off the tips of your teeth, a lingering reluctance hovering at the beginning of each vowel and finding its form in the shape of your pronunciation. “Um, how was your day?” 

“Fine,” his response is stiflingly short, seemingly undeserving of an elaboration before he clears his throat, eyes darting anywhere but your own (the same pretty pair which has forcibly dragged itself back to his countenance with shaking pupils), “Yours?”

“Fine, yeah…good,” you're quick to make your reply, lifting your features before your expression closes off again with the scrunch of your nose and the tip of your tongue pressed behind your bottom teeth. Silence blankets the conversation once again (though nor you or him are quite sure you could call this a conversation) and you find yourself grasping for straws. A topic, any topic to reduce its suffocating smother in the surrounding air.

“Look, about last weekend,”

Maybe not that topic. You're regretting the words as soon as they come out of your mouth, jaw tightening as you spit out the final consonants--intonation fading to a fluctuating fizzle. You're about to follow up with a hastily spoken addition, a disclaimer that you're not quite sure why that's what you came up with but he manages to beats you to it. Filling the sputtering silence with his own continuation that tilts your world on its axis. And his.

“It was my fault,”

Doyoung's not exactly sure why he followed up with that. Or how the words tumbled from his mouth. Or how he reached that conclusion in the first place. Because he certainly didn't believe it fifty minutes prior. Or the five before this conversation took place. Or any of the seconds which led up to the grand statement that has you flinching back--mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. And boy did he get you hook, line, and sinker, floundering for any semblance of nonchalance.

You weren't expecting a guilty admission (or at least not one away from the peering eyes of the jury). And clearly, neither was he. Not with the way his eyes are open wide, brows lifted into defined curves and lashes fluttering against the full of his cheeks. His tongue is pushed against the back of his teeth, lips parted as if he was trying to find a better phrase. Or a rebuttal. A retraction. But the only thing that leaves his mouth is: “I’m sorry about picking a fight with you,”

Since when?! Lying on the stand is quite the formidable crime, even if it's in front of the judge, jury, and executioner who's shooting him a look that all but spells out incredulity in flashing, bolded letters. And the worst part of it all is that Doyoung's not completely sure it is a lie. Is it too late to plead the fifth?

His crime (or therefore lack of) is met with your own confession, tilting your head upon your shoulder as you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth before releasing it with a quiet 'pop.' “I’m sorry about ditching you,”

Hah! Taeyong was wrong and Doyoung was right. You were lying about the sick friend (and probably having friends in the first place-- you weren't). A point that he's more than willing to rub in his upperclassmen's face whenever the opportunity arises. Though Doyoung supposes that that would mean Jaehyun was right at the end all be all. And perhaps that's a worse mantel to bear when compared to the not-so-inflated ego of Lee Taeyong.

Your clear your throat, a sheepish hand sliding to the back of your neck as if to cool the sudden heat dousing your frame at the recollection. “And also for um … you know, calling you Marmoru,” 

“It’s ok," What the hell is he saying?! "I think it bothered you more than it did me,”

(For all intents and purposes, it most certainly bothered Doyoung more. A catastrophic conundrum wrought upon him post conversation with Taeyong and the fleeting implications of being the Marmoru to your Sailor Moon).

“Probably,” you laugh, eyes slipping into crescent moons as you bare your teeth. Unlike the last time he saw the tips of your canines (when they appeared through your aggravated snarl), this time is filled with an unprecedented intimacy. One that leads him to the conclusion that maybe you and he can co-exist despite all previous odds (and butting heads).

As your amusement dies down, the awkward silence is quick to take its previously occupied place once more (much to both of your chagrin). Thankfully it's reign only lasts for a moment before it's snuffed out with a chime of your phone. A series of noises that could only be described somewhere between 'shimmering' and 'glittery.' Such a sort that Doyoung recognizes it within an instant, watching your slender hands scroll to find the notification.

“Even the ringtone?”

“Sorry?” you pick your head up to blink back at him, gears turning in your head as you process his question, "Oh! Yeah, yes. Sailor Moon,"

If you had thought about it for longer than a shred of a second, then you would have found that you disliked his tone. Words curved with an ever-so-slight twinge of haughtiness. Or perhaps that was just him. You wave your phone in a gesture to your next words, raising your brow as you watch his countenance. "Is that so surprising?"

"No," there's a lingering pause between his next words that you find long enough to decide two things about his conversation. Firstly, that there's an ominous, budding feeling of déjà vu that's prickling at the back of your neck. Washing over your form before resting at your tongue where it remains more bitter than sweet. A preliminary premonition that precedes all predicaments, precautionary and preventative (though you have no doubt that you will reach the same outcome regardless of knowing exactly how to avoid it). The second is that, yeah, you really don't like his tone.

He's biting his inner cheek, like he's searching for the appropriate sentiment. A phrase carefully chosen and crafted, meant to neither toe the line or rock the boat. Two things which it inadvertently excels at against all other odds. “I guess not for you. For someone who’s obsessed, I mean,"

"Excuse me?"

It seems that coexisting is out of the question.

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