#nctoneshot

[lostlovelettters]

#nctu #nctuff #nctff #nctoneshot

Request for Anon (Alien NCT: The 7th Sense) *10.8k, yandere, smut, orgy, gang-bang, non-con themes, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, delusions, dreams, mind control, abuse, violence, blood, hospitalization, paranoia, possessiveness

“Uh… sorry…”

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[har-cas07]

MINE || Jeong Jaehyun

Pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Strong language, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pussy slaps, degradation kink, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, Jaehyun calls reader pet-names (like princess, baby, whore, slut, etc.), mean!dom (and soft!dom), dumb!reader, spanking, bathroom sex, jealous Jaehyun, just filth and smut

My heart drums against my chest as I hold tightly on my science project partner's hand, Jaehyun, while stepping into the room of sweaty adults, loud music and smell of sweat. A total opposite of how I would attend my Friday nights, being curled up on my couch while reading a murder mystery with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand.

So, you're probably wondering how I ended up in a club?

Well, things took a turn two weeks ago when my chemistry teacher partnered me up with Jaehyun for a project, the typical bad boy who has a pretty face and a reputation for breaking girls’ heart.

A womanizer.

I already knew I’d have to do all the work on my own but I didn’t expect him to be so co-operative. For the first few days, he didn’t do any work but then suddenly something sparked in him that he agreed to help me and surprisingly, he was quite smart.

I knew he was danger but his eyes that would often glance up to me while working in the library made me feel things that were more than foreign to me. His insanely god-like face made matters worse. He made me drool over him and I bet he knew that.

But I was just another one of the girls he was showing his charms to. And so I made a promise to myself that no matter how hot and sexy he was, I would try not to fall for his antics…

And so now here I was, in the club with the one and only, Jeong Jaehyun. He brought me here since we won a prize for our project, he wanted to celebrate the victory with me. He brought me here to give me ‘a taste of his life’.

I was reluctant to go, this was something very new. But Jaehyun was hard to resist and so I agreed.

“Oh come on, try something different than your boring life of always studying. Enjoy for once! This is your life.” He said that to me while holding a very short bodycon dress but I had refused.

But then again, it was Jaehyun, so I ended up wearing it.

I wince as the loud noise thrummed around me and threatened to burst my eardrums. My body vibrated from the bass and shivers of disgust racked my body from the pungent smell of alcohol and sweat.

Yuck!

A little tap on my shoulder bought me from my marathon of rant about how bad this idea was, "Go sit there and wait for me. I'll be right back." Jaehyun whispered in my ear and a different type of shiver ran up my spine when his hot breathe fanned across my ear, noticing that he was pointing at the bar stool in a secluded area.

I nearly gagged when we entered the main area where I saw people snorting from lines and trying to get pregnant on the dance floor.

Red solo cups littered everywhere gave my little OCD a kick and I cringed away.

A little tap on my shoulder bought me from my marathon of rant about how bad this idea was, "Go sit there an wait for me. I'll be right back." Jaehyun whispered in my ear and a different type of shiver ran up my spine when his hot breath fanned across my ear, noticing that he was pointing at the bar stool in a secluded area.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I shouted dumbly over the loud music and grabbed his toned arm, my heart thrumming along-with the bass.

"I'll get us some drinks, okay?" He leaned down to whisper and peeled his bicep from my clammy fingers and disappeared into the smelly crowd.

I watch his form walking away from me and took a second to notice him. He was wearing the typical bad boy attire from that of novels. A black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders and his muscular thighs were clad in a pair of skinny denim jeans. An expensive pair of black boots adorned his feet.

With a shaky breathe, I forced my heavy legs to move and slithered between bodies to the area where Jaehyun pointed with only one stool.

I tried my best not to touch anyone or even look at anyone, wishing I had an oxygen mask as all I can smell is the ghastly smell of sweat and the reek of different kinds of alcohol.

I bet it would be easier to breathe on top of Mount Everest than here.

I scrunched my nose when I saw a lone barstool with something white and sticky on top of it.

What in the world could that be? Is it what I think it is?

I smothered a groan and nearly stomped my feet childishly. Now I don't even have a place to sit on and the heels Jaehyun made me wear are killing me.

Putting my slight gymnast skills at work, I jumped slightly and settled myself on the abandoned bar counter table, which was thankfully wiped clean.

And luckily, the music is not very loud over here so I can actually hear myself breathe.

I swing my legs back and forth and hum to the familiar catchy song being played by the DJ when a shadowy figure appears in my peripheral vision.

"Finally! Where were y-" I stopped short in confusion, "Wait, you're not Jaehyun."

"Gee, for real?" The not-Jaehyun guy said sarcastically.

He had slightly long black hair, the jawline of a god and a teasing smirk formed on his thin pink lips.

"What are you doing here?" I ask like this area was actually reserved for me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have your name on here like you do on my heart?"

"P-pardon?" I stuttered, my face flushed.

"I was wondering if you could tell me..." Not-Jaehyun said with a teasing lilt in his voice as he leaned at the other side of the wall, facing me directly.

"What?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"If you’re here, who’s running Heaven?"

"God?" I scrunched my nose and answered. What kind of a question is that? Who else would operate Heaven?

A chuckle fell past his lips, his eyes lit with amusement which made me smile as well.

He has a pretty smile.

Not prettier than Jaehyun though-

At least Jaehyun never asked me stupid questions like these-

No, stop comparing everything to Jaehyun and just enjoy yourself.

"Johnny. " Not-Jaehyun said and started proceeding towards me, slowly.

"Y/N" I replied and squeaked audibly when he stood right in front of me, placing himself between my legs, the bar counter acting as a leverage for me to be barely an inch higher than him.

"Care to share a dance with me, Y/N" Not Jaehyu- I mean Johnny said with a large smile that showed me all 32 of his healthy teeth.

I smiled softy and nodded, waiting for him to step aside so that I can jump off but was awfully surprised when he lifted me off, making me wrap my hands tightly around his neck and wounding my legs over his hips so that I don't fall.

His warm breath tickled my neck as he let out another round of chuckles, his hand resting on my thighs to keep me up.

Both of us started laughing like maniacs that Johnny nearly lost his balance, nearly making both of my topple over and resuming with a much more louder sets of laughter as I clung onto him like a literal monkey, hooking my heels behind his back.

Little did I know, a very angry Jaehyun was fuming, glaring holes at Johnny for ever thinking about putting his hands on me.

I heard footsteps approaching me and a laughing Johnny as I shifted my gaze to a furious Jaehyun holding two cups and giving murderous glares to the tall man in front of me. I immediately jumped off of Johnny and stood still while looking everywhere except Jaehyun. Johnny noticing the change in my demeanor turned around.

Jaehyun took slow yet heavy steps in my direction and handed me the cups. An intense eye contact was shared between the two extremely handsome as my hands trembled around the cups. I sipped the contents of the cup, in order to busy myself, trying to avoid the awkwardness.

Before I had the chance to redeem myself, Jaehyun took a swing at Johnny who stumbled back. clutching his bruising jaw.

“What the fuck, man?” Johnny bellows.

“J-Jaehyun.” I stutter, placing the cups on the counter, while staring at the person who had been nothing but a gentleman for the past few days. This whole new side of him was something I never expected.

“Let’s go.” Jaehyun orders as he grabs my arm in a fierce yet gentle grip, pulling me away. My feet automatically follow him but then I feel another warm hand clasping on my forearm.

“What are you doing, dude? I had her first.” Johnny declares.

Now this is something I only read in books. How did I end up in this situation of two extremely sexy men fighting over me, stalking their claim that I was theirs?

Jaehyun’s deep sarcastic and humorless chuckle resonates in the small area. “Oh well, you’re mistaken, dude. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Both the men turn in my direction and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. My nervous gaze dances between both of their eyes as I release a nervous chuckle.

“I-uhm. Wha-I-” My brain struggles to form a coherent sentence as I stare between the two, hoping for the earth to open up and swallow me as a whole.

Jaehyun nudges my arm, urging me, "Go on. Tell him the truth."

Johnny bobs his head expectantly, in the hopes of getting an answer out of me.

I purse my lips as if in deep thought and rub my thighs together, as I felt a pressure forming in my lower body, realizing with an embarrassing jolt that I really had to pee.

Just great.

Both of them fixated their eyes on my legs, as Jaehyun furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I- I really have to go guys. Nature's call!" I stammer uselessly, wriggling my arms from their hold, squeezing between the crowd of sweaty people and dashing towards the women's bathroom label.

With clammy hands and racing heart, I enter the cubicle and relieve myself, collecting my thoughts about what the hell just happened to me.

I brush my hair with my hands and dip my head down, regretting my decision of ever coming here in the first place.

That's when I heard a knock and hurriedly cleaned myself, flushing the toilet knowing that it was Jaehyun on the other side of the door when I saw his expensive boots.

I stand up and open the door tentatively, peaking from the small gap only for him to push it open entirely with aggression. He grabs my shoulders and pins me to the wall. I open and close my mouth like a fish but no words come out since this hot looking guy was staring down at me, making me feel frail and timid. He closes the door behind him and smirks at me, something he often does.

“W-Where’s J-Johnny?” I say with nervousness as he brushed his hand up and down my arm, making my skin tingle.

“You care about him too much, huh?” He grabs my jaw with his right hand while his left hand rests beside my head. After being this close to him, I realize how short I really am. I barely reached his collar bones. He squishes my cheeks with his large hand, his metal rings cold against my warm and flushed cheeks.

My lips pucker from his actions and his cologne tantalizes my nostrils, enveloping me in his manly scent. Before I could reply he leans in, his eyes flickering between mine and my plump red, pursed lips. I feel a warm liquid pooling my insides, my knees wobbling beneath in. My mind is in a jumble when he presses his velvet soft lips on mine, sparks flowing everywhere.

I promised not to fall for him but the feeling of his lips harmonizing perfectly with mine made me realize that its too late. After all, promises are meant to be broken.

He pulls away, the kiss only lasting for two seconds. He releases a chortle and cocks his head, “I took care of him.”

My jaw slacks as I stare at him with disbelief.

“What do you m-” I get cut off by his tender lips as he silences me, mid sentence with his possessive kiss. His hands travel down my dress as he gropes my thigh, scrunching the dress up my legs, bunching it below my stomach. I involuntarily gasp since this was something I never experienced.

Jaehyun grins boyishly when he notices how responsive my body is to his touch. “Do you even touch yourself?”

I avert my gaze from his and fiddle with my fingers, not knowing how exactly to answer him. “I do touch myself.”

He raises his brow, surprise flashing through his features. “Really?”

“Um yeah,” I clarify as I proceed to touch my arm. “See, I’m touching myself right now.”

His husky, breathy yet deep laughter is like music to my ears that shoots through me like a love arrow straight to my heart, threatening to succumb me into a puddle.

Although I want him to continue laughing, confusion still rings inside of me, wondering what I did for him to burst out laughing.

His stomach laughter was contagious, as unconsciously a smile tugged at my lips. He looked beautiful with his eyes crinkling, tips of his ears turning red, his mouth open releasing melodious sounds.

Then as if some demon possessed him, his sweet smile turned into a dark look, eyes looking down at me like I'm his prey. He lifts his hand and pushes a brown lock to the back of my ear, his thumb caressing my cheeks.

"You're so innocent," He leans closer. "You make me wanna ruin you."

Then he pulls my dress over my head and the cool air attacks me, making goose bumps rise on my body. But he cups the place between my legs and I release a pant, feeling hot all over again.

"I'll guide you," He says, staring in my eyes with passion. "Put your hands in my hair and play with them, kiss me on the neck and leave the rest to me."

I oblige.

His fingers slid my down and it pools around my feet, gingerly I step out of it and us my heels to swipe it at one side. I immediately cover my center and look away, feeling embarrassed, knowing very well that my face is crimson red. He smiles, removing my hands from my clit and tangling them in his hair.

I release a moan when I feel him rubbing circles on my clit with his fingers and he grinds his hips against mine. He removes his shirt and I graze my nails over his well defined stomach, the indentations of his abs and feel them contract against the slight scratch of my nails.

He slowly dips down on his knees and puts one of my legs on his shoulder, this position giving him more access and I feel hot all over when from under my lashes I watch him lick his lips and stare at my sex organ like it's the most edible and delicious thing ever. He attaches his warm mouth to my pussy, licking each fold with so much determination that I could barely keep my balance. It felt like he was making out with my pussy.

His strong muscular hands grab my thick thighs, in order to keep me upright and I move to tangle my hands in my hair, pulling at it lightly. I felt tingling vibrations of Jaehyun's groan from my pussy as it travelled over the length of my spine like a shudder.

Swiping his tongue over and over my slit, his nose nudging my clit as moan after moan escaped my mouth faster than a cheetah running. My moans intensified and I felt the pit in my stomach grow, releasing a pressure down on my vagina and all I wanted was to find some kind of release.

Suddenly, he stands up, making me whine as my shoulder slipped off his shoulder, my legs wobbly on their own.

"Please" I whimper, rubbing my legs together shamelessly, trying to get back the feeling that slowly dissipated.

"It's okay. Shhh." He comforts me, grabbing my waist when I struggle on my feet, still feeling dazed from what he just did to me. I watch him unzip his pants and removes his boxers, making my eyes widen when I look at his hard and large penis. I blush.

He comes closer and intertwines his hands with mine. "You trust me, right?"

I nod, meaning it. "I do."

"Then don't be scared. I'll stop when it gets too much to handle for you. Just say the word, okay?" He whispers the last sentence and presses a kiss on my nose. I blush harder.

I nod slowly and embrace myself for what's about to come. But instead of plunging inside of me, he leaned forward and whispered with his husky voice in my ear, his words hot against the shell of my ear, "Words, princess."

He orders but all I can do is moan and try my best to rub myself of his now-free (and might I say hard) groin, the closeness between us overwhelming me.

His hands slithered down south to my puffy lips, pinching my clit lightly as punishment, my back arching off the wall, whining pathetically. "J-jae. Plea- ahhh" I moaned even louder when he pinched my throbbing clit again, nearly making me cum undone right there.

"Mmm. Answer my question, princess."

My brain could barely comprehend what he was saying, concentrating on his large hands rubbing against my pussy, the warmth of his hands so close to my center and I couldn't help but be greedy to want him inside me.

(And like the dumb bitch she was, all she did was moan like a slut which, guess what? was not what horny Jae wanted)

I rub myself over his hand like a cat over his owner, something that he did not like. His grip on my waist tightened as a warning, his other hand leaving my pussy and coming back down at it with a slightly harsh slap, making me cry out a moan.

"I-"

SLAP

"am-"

SLAP

"asking-"

SLAP

"you-"

SLAP

"something"

SLAP SLAP SLAP

Till then I was a whining, moaning and crying mess in front of him, not from pain but from the unknown pleasure that curls inside my abdomen that he refuses to provide me.

The pussy slaps making me so dumb but I finally blurted out what he wanted to hear, so I am saved from further punishment to my sensitive clit, now pulsating painfully, desperately looking for some release.

"I-I'm r-read-y-y." I stutter and immediately moan when I feel him rub soothing circles on my clit, trying to lessen the pain and it was actually working but I didn't want that. I wanted his dick. Inside me. Now.

Thankfully, it's like he can hear my thoughts, he did what I required.

After hearing my confirmation, his dick thrusts into me in one go and tears spill down my cheeks immediately. It was very painful, he was too big. I can't take him.

"Jae- s'big s'big. Can't- can't- AHH" I shudder from pain, leaning up to bite onto his broad shoulders, my nails scratching on his back.

I hold onto his shoulders for support and he mumbles praises to me, encouraging me, which in fact in all honesty, was helping.

"It's okay baby. You can take it. C'mon. You're doing so well. You can do it. It's all gonna be okay soon. You're such a good girl."

The pain soon died down and I was overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure coursing through my body.

"You take my cock so well baby," He praises me once more and the rush of adrenaline takes over me as I press my lips on his nipple, making him release sweet sounds.

I bite my lips as the weird pit in my stomach comes back again, clenching around his cock over and over again, trying to swallow it whole.

Jaehyun took hold of my thighs and pulled me up, still deep inside me, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist, this angle allowing him to go even deeper.

"This is how that dick, Johnny picked you up, yeah? Laughing and shit with him. You liked that, huh?" He muttered angrily, grabbing me by my ass now and squeezing them, pulling them together and pulling them apart, making cool air whip my back hole.

I moaned when his thrusts got deeper, trying to match his vicious pace and his thrusts with my own, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

Suddenly a hard spank his delivered to my right ass cheek, making me clench tight around him.

"Such a brat you are" He murmurs and lands another smack on my left ass cheek. I jolt up and I am sure he could feel my ass jiggle between his fingertips. "Never answers a question when I ask you"

Another spank, this time on both of my cheeks at the same time and all I could do was moan even louder and tighten my grip around his neck, free tears streaking lines on my face, "you like that don't you? being treated like the slut you are?"

The degradation sends heat directly to my core and I clench even tighter around him, stuttering his movement.

"Loosen up, bitch!" He groans and gives me another spank. I cry and whine, grinding down on my cock and trying my best to loosen up my inner walls.

"'m close. 'm so close" I whimper and chase the pleasure, grinding down harder on his dick, my clit rubbing on his lower abdomen.

"Not yet." He orders and drills inside of me, his hard dick pulsating inside of me.

"P-please Jae. 'm so close." I moan and try to hold it in, whimpering at the intense pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Not until I do!" He groans and throws his head back, the tip of his strong long cock, hitting the entrance of my cervix.

I clench over and over on him, trying to delay my orgasm and successfully triggering his.

"Want me to breed you like the bitch you are? Hmm? Want me to be your daddy?”

All I can do it whine and moan and clench around him. His personality splits from when his cock was just inside me and he was muttering praises about how good I was and praising me but now everything that left his mouth were derogatory words which couldn't help but turn me on.

"Whore. Tsk. Such a whore for my cock. Dumb bitch being fucked dumb by my monster cock. You like my dick being buried deep inside you? Yeah? Cock slut. Fucking dumb hoe, Just my cum dump. A little brat needing to be put in her place, hmm? You like this don't you? Being degraded and put into your position by daddy. I feel this awesome pussy clenching around me so tight." He keeps muttering insults and drilling like a wild animal inside of me.

"P-please fill me u-up, daddy.”

"Pathetic. Stuttering like you're cock drunk. Like being fucked dumb by me, yeah? Who's slut are you, bitch?"

"Y-yours daddy. O-only your-rs" I babble stupidly.

"Mhm. That's right. Remember that. My slut." He groans and releases spurts of hot white cum into my pussy, his dick softens inside of me but he keeps on thrusting inside me.

"D-daddy p-please. 'm gon- 'm gonn-"

"Okay baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy. It's okay. You take my dick so well, it's like you were made for it. No bitch will ever have this pussy except me. Neither will anyone have my dick other than you. I'm all yours. And you are all mine." He says and soothes out the knots in my spine and the stings of his handprints on my ass

His switch from degradation to praise is unbelievable and I let out a loud scream and moan when I squirt and cream his cock, my voice hoarse from all the moans.

"Fuck, that was so hot." He concludes and slips out of me, diverting his eyes downward, watching the mixture of my his cum drip down my thighs. "You're so hot." He says and kisses me lazily, our skin clinging together from the sheen of sweat.

"I'm sorry if that was too rough." He whispers and lets me get on my own feet, rubbing the side of my hips and looking down at me apologetically, his breathing hard.

"No- um- actually. That was perfect." I smile slightly and wobble on my feet.

"You're perfect." He gives me a dazzling smile and swoops down to steal another kiss from my lips.

[mgnifiqueyoo]

“Lunch”

NCT Dream Chenle/Reader __ Highschool AU/Secret Admirer AU

(a/n: lmaO JUST ME HAVING A BIG FAT CRUSH ON ZHONG CHENLE)

Genre: fluff (notice?)

Word count: 1,894

"Oh, look. Another one."

Chenle showed his friend, Jisung, the love letter in his locker. Jisung laughed and made fun of Chenle's love letters even though he haven't read anything from the letters. Basically, Chenle and Jisung were the two athletic dorks that every girl crushed on in the campus.

They weren't as popular as the jocks because they weren't "muscular" and they were too "soft-looking" but every girl in the campus secretly loved them for their carefree attitudes. They also didn't have a lot of friends since most of the jocks don't like them and majority of the girls who crushed on them were too shy and nervous to ask them out.

"Bro, do you even read these letters?"

Jisung asked, still making fun of Chenle.

"Me? Reading these letters? Of course. It's rare for a girl to make the first move!" "Bro, what if the girl's not your type?" "Honestly... I don't care if she fits my type or not. If I like her then I like her. If I don't like her then I don't like her. As simple as that, big skull."

Chenle rolled his eyes at Jisung, opening the small pink envelope. Chenle smiled at the letter. He thought it was sweet for someone to always send him compliments, cute messages, and a pick-up line in the end.

You took a peak, hiding behind your locker.

"I hope he reads it."

You told yourself as someone patted your back. It was Mark Lee, your brother-like best friend that knows everything about your crush on Chenle.

"Honestly, when are you gonna tell him?" "Come on, Mark. Chenle doesn't even know me." "So? You made the first move! You should at least make him find you OR you show yourself to him!" "And how do I do that?"

You sarcastically asked Mark, he glanced at the ceiling while he thought about what he can offer to help you confess to Chenle. After a few seconds, his eyes lit up.

"I know! You know "Donghyuck the fashion guy", right?" "Yeah? He's literally dressed like an instagram model whenever he comes to school-" "I haven't told you but he's the one who helped me with clothes before prom. I can ask for his help to dress you like a glamorous lady."

Mark boasted as you sighed, thinking if you should do this or just remain anonymous. You've been sending letters to Chenle for two months. Mark thought that it was time for you to show yourself to Chenle.

---

"I have a whole three days to prepare?" "Yes, hun."

This was Donghyuck talking to you. Mark, Donghyuck, and you were staring at the school calendar for almost a minute. You snapped out of it and started to ask Donghyuck questions.

"What do I do, fashion god?" "Thanks for the compliment but anyways... You have to purposely bump to Chenle on the first day and try to converse with him." "... I thought you were just a fashion guy but you're also a matchmaker guy." "Well, yeah. Anyways, the second day... you have to purposely not send any letter to Chenle. Don't even think of sending him a letter. You can approach him but don't send a damn letter or hint that you're the one who sends him those letters. The third day, that's your time to shine." "This has nothing to do with fashion-" "It has something to do with it. I picked out your clothes for the third day. Black body-fit dress, a brown blazer, and cute boots should do it."

Donghyuck proudly stated. His fashion sense never disappointed anyone at all. You suddenly thought if you even have those clothes.

"I don't have those clothes-" "Don't worry, hun. We're shopping after school."

Donghyuck smirked, you were amazed at Donghyuck's perfectly planned strategy.

"I told you bringing Donghyuck in here wasn't difficult."

Mark insisted as you sighed in defeat.

---

"I'm sorry!"

You bumped to Chenle purposely, doing the first task Donghyuck gave yesterday. Well, you actually bumped and you're clumsy enough to drop all of the notebooks you were carrying for the next class. Guess what? Some of them are not even your notebooks. Some of them belonged to Mark because Mark is that guy who helps you review for upcoming tests.

Chenle quickly knew what was going on as he helped you pick up the notebooks. He's with his best friend, Jisung. You slightly disliked Jisung because he was always making fun of the letters you sent for Chenle... but he's really a talented athlete so you most likely didn't care.

"Mark Lee? You're friends with him?"

Chenle asked and you were just speechless. Your crush is talking to you for the first time and you didn't know how to act at all.

"Yeah, I'm friends with him. Why?" "Nothing. I just noticed that you were always with him. Mark is with some of our teammates sometimes and I always see you alone when he's with them." "Oh? You noticed that?"

You're physically okay but emotionally? Your heart is pounding ten times faster.

"Well, yeah! Jisung is my closest friend. If you're alone, you can always approach either me or Jisung. It's hard to be alone in highschool these days that's why if you need someone to talk to... you can approach me."

Chenle smiled and you were melting inside. You've had a crush on him since you transferred. It has been two months since you've been sending letters to Chenle. How many weeks in a month? About four. How many days in a week? Seven. Subtract two days in seven? Five. Technically, you've sent him over forty letters. All of those letters are handwritten and created with full effort.

"Sure. Thanks, Chenle."

You smiled and walked away, sweating. That's your first conversation with Chenle? Really awkward. You hid behind your locker again, taking quick glances from Chenle.

"Bro, did I really just see you talking to a girl? Don't tell me you wanna be one of the jocks, dude." "She's the lonely girl we always wanted to talk to, you dumb prick. I haven't talked to her that long but I can tell that she's nervous." "Bro, what if she's the one sending you letters?"

Chenle was startled but he quickly let it pass.

"Nah, that's impossible. I'm pretty sure the "love-letter girl" is much more extroverted." "I'm betting on that. Ten bucks?"

Chenle sighed, clearly tired of Jisung's competitive attitude.

"Fine."

---

"Hey, Jisung!" "What?" "It's been six hours and there is still no letter."

Jisung made a funny face before comforting Chenle.

"I don't know, bro. But maybe she gave up-" "Chenle, don't even think of that. Maybe she didn't attend school today or something." "I know but... I didn't even try to find her after like... two months? I'm so dumb." "You are dumb to think that she gave up giving you those letters. She's probably just absent somehow."

Jisung comforted his best friend. Chenle thought about those nights where he kept reading the letters you've sent before it was time for him to sleep. Chenle even re-reads some of those letters. The letter you sent him yesterday? It made him feel happy and content. In those letters, you also wrote stuff about yourself. Chenle feels like he knows you as a person but at the same time... he doesn't even know what his "love-letter girl" looks like.

You walked through the halls, seeing Chenle and Jisung talking. You remembered that Donghyuck told you not to send him a single letter... but you can talk to him since Chenle told you that he is approachable. You just have to keep it cool and don't creep the two of them out.

You, being the anti-social soul that you are, walked passed them. Chenle, on the other hand, saw you. He thought that you were alone again.

"Uhh... Hey!"

Chenle grabbed your wrist gently as you felt time stopped in that moment. You turned around to see Chenle smiling at you.

"I kind of forgot to ask what your name is. What's your name?" "My name is Y/N-" "Y/N, I noticed that you weren't with Mark today... Do you want to grab some lunch with us?" "Uhh... Sure."

You smiled as Chenle lets go of your wrist. You guessed that Donghyuck's strategy is working. One letter wasn't sent but in return, you had lunch with Jisung and Chenle. You discovered that Chenle liked reading poems and often blushed whenever he mentions that someone has been giving him letters anonymously.

You couldn't to tell him that it was you.

---

"Mark, I am such a genius."

Donghyuck praised himself once more as Mark rolled his eyes. You were wearing the outfit the three of you bought for this special day. Mark smiled at you, looking like a proud brother at the same time."

"You got this, Y/N. I believe in you."

Mark cheered you up as he hugged you. Mark was like a brother to you since you transferred here. He's really a nice senior and also a nice friend. You even got to meet Donghyuck, a new friend, because of him.

Without Mark, you'll probably never get that confidence you have until you meet someone like him in the future. But here you are, dressed to impress.

"Kill it, Y/N."

Donghyuck winked as he pushed you lightly and left you at the halls again. You were still anxious. If Chenle rejects you, find a new crush.

Instead of a letter, Chenle saw a simple pink piece of paper in his locker.

"Jisung, look. It says, 'Notebooks, lunch, and a black dress.'... Jisung, are you even paying attention?-" "Bro... Look."

Jisung told Chenle as Chenle looked up, seeing you walking towards them despite the random people walking by. Chenle realized that it was you, the lonely girl he approached two days before.

"It's you?" "Yep, sorry for the late reveal. I was very anxious about this day the moment I started writing and sending you letters... but I finally got the confidence and it's really not ideal for a girl to make the first move. I guess, you make your choice and I'll respect whatever your choice is."

Chenle sighed and smiled, you could tell that he was nervous.

"Just so you know, I always read your letters every night and I was upset yesterday because you didn't send me one. I never knew that the girl I've been waiting to approach was the one who approached me two months ago... I guess I could say that I liked you and your personality when I read those letters. You're actually just as awkward in letters as you are in real life... and I like that."

Chenle smiled and Jisung was still startled. You were still nervous, his response gave you mixed messages. Is it even a yes or a no?

"So, Y/N. Let's have lunch together. If you want a label? Sure, I'd love that." "So... Are we dating right now?-" "It depends on your choice, do you want to?"

Chenle asked, you smiled as you held his hand.

"Sure..." "... Yes! I finally have a girlfriend!"

Chenle cheered, you found him cute. Jisung's eyes suddenly widened.

"And my guess was right! Ten bucks, please."

Chenle sighed at Jisung's response.

"No, sir. I'll be using that ten bucks for lunch."

//the end//

Requests are open!

[bubuutyong]

Johnny, do you want to kill me slowly? :)

Have you watched Johnny's relay cam? My mind went crazy after i watched this episode lol, i bet you have a 'thought' too about this 👀🌚🌚

I have some idea to make a oneshot, should i write it??

[neotechture-blog]

Hope

[11:11 p.m.] You glanced at your phone 11:11 it read. You glanced over at your roommate, Jeno. His eyes were focused on the tiny screen of his phone. He looked up at you, the side of his eyes creased and he smiled at you. You silently wished that he would notice your little crush on him. You looked back down as the minute passed. 11:12. The side of your lips curved upwards. He was still looking at you, expectantly. Perhaps she likes me too. The thought flew through his mind. Fleetingly. Then it left. He sighed. Maybe. Both of you had wished for the exact same thing. Your words might not bring both of you together but fate will. Perhaps. You grinned to yourself. It was a childish thought but you had hope in it.

[akaashirabu]

interconnected (nct winwin, soulmate au)

soulmate au where every night, a random sentence your soul mate has said that day appears on the back of your palm. The first time you encounter each other, a soul mark will appear on your body; when your soul mate is in the vicinity, it’ll slowly move, as if reaching out. When you two touch, the tattoos will connect with each other.  

word count: 2,860 words.

She felt a tingle on the back of her right palm, surprised by the sensation, she knew she had to check what would be written there tonight.

“I lost my airpods, should I buy a new one?”

It seems like her soul mate had lost his airpods, poor him…or her since she didn’t really know who or what gender is her soulmate.

It had been exactly 2 years since the first time she’d been receiving random sentences from her soulmate. Apparently, when you turn the age of eighteen you’ll start receiving random sentences your soulmate has said that day on the back of your palm. At first, she didn’t really believe the stories from her parents and brother but when she received the first random sentence, it was surreal and up until now she still wasn’t used to it.

She find it weird actually; every night she would receive random sentences but not a single one gave her a clue on who’s her soulmate yet. She didn’t even know if they’re from the same country, so basically she knew nothing about her soulmate.

Anyways, she didn’t have time to worry about it since university is giving her total stress and all she wanted right now is to survive all of her subjects and graduate as soon as possible.

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"Excuse me, coming through...Excuse m-e" she was pushing her way through the sea of students flooding the hallway.

It was the only way to the study hall where her class is and she's already 30 minutes late.

"Damn why did I overslept agai—whoops—" she was mumbling to herself and ended up on her bottom as she collided on a sturdy thing, someone rather.

Panicking, she stood up muttering a sorry and bowed an apology to the person she bumped into as she dashed away.

Finally, she managed to arrive at the study hall and she was bewildered at what greeted her.

The study hall was empty, not even a single soul inside.

She sighed, fishing her phone from her pocket as she checks the date today.

It was a Thursday and she doesn't have classes on the said day. She automatically ruffled her hair in annoyance.

"I'm so stupid" she mumbles.

Closing the door of the study hall, she called one of her friends. It took a while for them to answer though but after a good 3 minutes they did.

"What do you need?" the person on the other end of the call asked, sleep evident in his voice.

"I came to class on a Thursday" She answered with a deep sigh.

"Oh? You woke me up to say that?"  He complained.

"I don't have classes on Thursdays, remember?" 

"You overslept again, panicked, rushed to class but it's a Thursday and you don't have classes so you found the study hall empty. Great! You really are dumb." He said in one go.

"Thanks for making me feel a lot more worse; what a great friend you are" She sarcastically said.

His laugh can be heard and she can only roll her eyes at him.

"Come on, cheer up, let me just put some clothes on and I'll treat you to a nice cup of coffee, okay?" he says.

"Yeah" she said and hangs up the call, not even letting him say another word.

Walking her way to the café where she works part time, she felt her shoulders slump. She's still feeling bad about oversleeping and also the fact that she's feeling a lot more tired than usual. Being a working student was taking a great toll on her.

Speaking of close friends, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul or Ten just like how he wanted to be called was actually a senior of hers who's majoring in dance. She met him through a mutual friend, Johnny and unfortunately, they’ll be sharing a Chinese class this semester. Ten was a social bee and was friendly to everyone but was extra friendly with her because according to him they simply share the same interests but that still made her think otherwise because they’re nothing alike.

"Psst, Pink head here!" Ten called.

It hasn’t been that long since she sported a rusty pink hair but Ten’s already making fun of it.

“You haven’t taken a shower” She said, scrunching up her nose.

“Ya! I still smell nice though” he counters.

She reached for a cup on the table; the one with her nickname scribbled on it while the other had handsome10 written, to which she rolled her eyes at.

“You look extra ugly today, pink head” he said.

She almost spit her coffee but thought of a counter. “You might as well go to the doctors to get your eyes checked”

Ten chuckled. “Seriously though you don’t look nice”

“I’m not in the mood to joke with you shiten” She glared at him.

Ten immediately straighten up, looking at her with a serious expression. “Okay hands down. I’m serious; you look so tired and pale. Are you even eating properly?”

“She had been skipping lunch!” Taeyong, her co-worker who was behind the counter butts in the conversation.

She sighed. “Ya I didn’t! I’m okay and yes I’m eating properly” 

“Are you sure?” Ten asked, trying to look straight at her to see if she’s lying or not.

“Yeah I’m sure”

Ten didn’t buy it but he trusts her anyway. “Just promise you’re going to tell me if something’s wrong okay?”

“Okay?” She says, asked rather.

“I’m older so you can depend on me” he proudly says.

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up shiten, you’re only a year older than me”

“Still older than you though” He counters.

“Hey Tae, is it okay if I take over Jaehyun’s shift today too?” She asked Taeyong, ignoring Ten who pouted in return.

“Yeah, I think he would love that, he’s busy with his research paper anyways” Taeyong answers, tossing her the staff room keycard.

“Don’t you have classes today?” she turned to Ten.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot, I have ballet” he stood up, taking a hold of his cup of coffee.

“I thought so” she sighed.

“I’ll be going first okay? Text me!” Ten waved goodbye to her.

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She immediately went home after her shift at the café. She forgot she needed to finish a plate due on Saturday so she needed all the time she could get to finish it on time.

As she dumps her drawing tools at her table, she felt a tingle on the back of her palm.

“I wanted to try Oolong Milk Tea.”

Oh so her soulmate is into milk tea when she actually prefers coffee.

She was about to go back to focusing on her plate when she noticed something on her wrist.

There she saw a small mark of a Yin; she couldn’t believe it and initially reached out to wipe it but it’s still there, scribbled in black ink.

to: shi10

hey, something popped up in my wrist. what do u think this means?

-Photo Attachment-

fr: shi10

gurl, are u kidding me? u don’t know what that means?

to: shi10

I wouldn’t ask if I already knew.

fr: shi10

oh god, where in the mountains do you live. It must be your soul mark, which means you already encountered your soul mate, genius.

Her phone started ringing, Ten calling her, being the impatient person he was.

“When did it show up?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I only noticed now when the daily random sentence popped up earlier. I don’t even know about this soul mark thingy, my family didn’t say something about this one” she complained.

“I think they did, you just don’t pay attention.”

She sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

“Oh my god, this actually means your soulmate is studying in Hanyang too” Ten said from the other line that made her roll her eyes.

“We’re not sure, Ten”

“Ya I’m pretty sure about it!” yelled Ten.“So did you encounter anyone suspicious earlier?” he added.

“What do you think? I encountered about sixty people earlier in the café, how could I possibly know if anyone of them is my soulmate.” She stated the obvious.

“I don’t know. Maybe you felt butterflies or whatever.” Imagine how Ten would carelessly shrug as he said that.

She groans. “ugh shut up. Anyways, I’m hanging up. I still need to finish my plate, it’s due this Saturday.”

“Hey, don’t stay up too late, are you forgetting about our Chinese class tomorrow?” Ten reminded her.

“I know. Bye” she said and immediately hangs up the call without even letting him talk…again.

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The next day, she had barely made it in time for their first day in Chinese Class.

“Let me guess, you overslept again.” Ten whispered as their professor, Mr. Wu started his lecture.

“No shit Sherlock.” She rolled her eyes at him.

After about 20 minutes of lecture, Mr. Wu instructed the class to pair up for an activity and of course she’d choose Ten. He’s the only person she’s familiar with in this class anyways.

She was trying to figure out how the two of them would pass this activity when Ten suddenly spoke.

“Hey, is it just me or your soul mark has been moving since the start of the class?”

“Huh? I think it’s just you” she shrugged.

“No, look” Ten insisted that she look at her wrist.

And no doubt, he’s right. The mark has been moving slowly and noticeable when you look closely.

“What now?” she asked, clearly not knowing what the hell is happening.

Ten looked up from his phone. “It’s says that when your soul mark is moving, your soulmate is in the vicinity. It’s reaching out like…wanting you close to your soulmate.”

“You mean…my soulmate is here? In this class?” she says in an audible whisper.

She and Ten then frantically looked everywhere inside the classroom, trying to locate her soulmate.

“If your mark is moving, your soulmate’s mark must’ve been moving too. He could be anyone in here.” Ten says.

But suddenly, her soul mark stopped moving. Then it means your soulmate is not within the vicinity anymore.

“I think he’s not here” she says, disappointment evident in her voice.

“You’re disappointed? I thought you didn’t care about this soulmate stuff hmm?” Ten teased.

“Ya! It’s not like that” her cheeks flushed crimson pink.

“If you said so.” Ten laughed.

She gave him a glare and nagged about how they should finish the activity.

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That afternoon, she had to go to the café to fill up for Jaehyun’s shift again. She mentally groans thinking of how that dude gave her his shift for today after she took over for him yesterday.

“Hey you’re here!” Taeyong beams.

“Well unfortunately, I’ll be taking over Jaehyun’s shift again.” She sighed.

Taeyong pouted. “He seems busy nowadays.” he said and she nodded.

It was a busy afternoon for the café, lots of students getting their daily dose of coffee.

“Can you go give that chocolate cake to that table over there?” Taeyong asks.

“I’m on it” she answered.

She placed the cake on the table and was about to go back to the counter when she bump into someone, the coffee he’s holding spilled all over her. Thank god she’s wearing an apron.

She kneeled down to pick up the empty cup of iced coffee on the floor “I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to-“ she wasn’t able to continue what she was saying when she realized the person was also picking up the empty cup and their hands accidentally brush against each other.

As if it were magic, she felt that slight burning sensation on her wrist and the butterflies on her stomach. She looked up and he too was looking at her.

It’s as if time has stopped and the only people present are him and her. The both of them looked at their wrists, their soul marks glistening in red ink. Her’s is a Yin and His’ is a Yang.

She couldn’t believe what’s happening and didn’t even know what to say. By the looks of it, he was too. As they continue to look at each other, their soul marks then turned to a complete Yin Yang symbol, back in its dark ink color.

Getting a grip of himself, he got a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly handed it to her, a shy but sweet smile showing up on his face. She, on the other hand, can’t help but be flustered at the sight of this handsome man in front of her.

“Sorry uhm…(Insert your name), I wasn’t looking on where I’m going and bumped into you” he says.

Her eyes widened. “H-how do you know my name?” she asked.

He smiled and pointed at her nametag. Oh Of course, she had her nametag. She mentally face palmed herself, her cheeks flushing in deep crimson red because of embarrassment.

She used the handkerchief to wipe the coffee that was spilled on her.

“Uhm thanks for the handkerchief…uhhmm?”

He looked at her again with that sweet smile. “Sicheng, Dong Sicheng.” he spoke.

“Uhm…Thanks Sicheng and don’t worry it’s okay” she says.

“Uhm Hello?” someone butts into their conversation. They both looked to the side to see Taeyong and Ten, judging them.

“Are you guys going to just stay there?” Ten teasingly said.

“Oh let me get that.” Taeyong intercepts, getting the forgotten empty cup of iced coffee.

She and Sicheng stood up to give way for Taeyong who’s cleaning the mess from the spilled iced coffee.

There was suddenly an awkward silence after that so Ten decided to break the ice.

“I think you two should talk.” He says.

She then found herself on a bench outside the café, sitting beside a handsome young man, who’s supposedly her soulmate she’d been receiving random sentences for 2 years now.

“Pink…” he spoke.

“Huh?”

“Chinese class …” he mumbled. Actually, right when she saw him, she’s been racking her memory to remember why he’s familiar.

She straightened, suddenly remembering the Chinese class with Ten earlier where her soul mark started moving.

“Oh yeah…but uhm what about pink?” she blinked and took notice of how they had similar hair colors. How come she didn’t notice it before? “Ah oh…the hair...”

He looked at her, as if surprised to know such fact.

“So uhm…soulmates eh?” he shyly said.

She fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “Uhm…I guess so.”

He was contemplating on what to do but screw it, it was now or never.

“Can I?” he asked, asking her permission if he could touch her wrist.

She nodded, her cheeks flaming again.

He delicately brushed his fingers on the Yin Yang mark on her right wrist and she felt a sudden tingle where he touched.

“Would you believe me if I say that I’ve known all along that you’re my soulmate?” he says.

She looked at him, not knowing what to answer so instead she asked. “How?”

“It was this one night when the daily random sentence popped up and it said ‘I had to take over Jaehyun’s shift again.’ and coincidentally Jaehyun and I share the same English Literature class so I asked him if he knows something about it. And then, things start to make sense.” He explained.

“But...how come we didn’t encounter each other sooner if you knew all along” she mumbles.

“I also have no idea, I guess it was timing. I didn’t get the soul mark until yesterday when we accidentally bumped into each other. And I confirmed it earlier when the soul mark started moving during Chinese Class…and I’m sorry I was nervous so I went out of the room and didn’t approached you”

She didn’t say anything and just reached for his wrist. She softly brushed her fingers on his soul mark as if trying to confirm it’s real. As she touched his soul mark, he felt that tingle even up to his spine; he realized how he must’ve really liked her ever since the first time he’d watched her from afar.

“I like you.” He says.

She was blushing madly. Imagine how this handsome man was smiling sweetly at her and telling her he likes her. And for goodness sake, he was her soulmate. Isn’t this going a little too fast though? But in the back of her head, she’s screaming how she already likes him a lot, as if they’ve known each other for so long.

“I think…I like you too but I want to take things slow” she shyly says.

“I’m cool with that.” He chuckled.

“So uhm, Sicheng, I’m (Insert your name), nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, (Insert your name).” He then showed you that sweet smile that makes your knees go jelly.

And that was the start of your journey with your soulmate.

Come to think of it, he’s Chinese so why was he taking Chinese classes?

Well, let’s just say a sneaky little Jaehyun told Sicheng that you were taking that subject this semester.

[mintymark-blog]

A Bridge to the Heart

“How did you know I was here?”

Somi stood on the enormous bridge which connected the separated land. Below the heavy waters raged against the proud pillars whilst cars and buses passed behind her, eager to get to their destination.

Her pink haired friend too had joined her, leaning against the railing as he peered into the madness beneath; eyes twinkling and hair swaying in numerous directions due to the slight breeze.

“I had a strange feeling.” He replied as his eyes met hers. It was as if he was reading her soul in an attempt to find the answers to the questions that clouded his mind in that exact moment.

The moon hung peacefully in the night sky, blanketed by the warmth and the beaming lights; a contrast to the furious waters that bashed and exploded below.

For a while, they let the silence take over, enjoying each others company until Somi decided to break the stillness.

“I still think about him, you know?” the brunette sighed as she watched Jaemin for any sign of discomfort, “It’s been two years since he left and yet it’s as if he’s still here.”

A small boat glided against the rough waters, disappearing beneath their very feet where their attention dragged. Observing the two men who boarded the moving vehicle, pulling their waves of laughter along with them.

“I can’t forget him, Jaemin. He was my best friend. I hate him with all my heart but that doesn’t change the fact that we shared our childhood together.”

Jaemin’s heart stung as the words that circled his mind forced its way out into the darkness, “You love him, don’t you?”

Her tears filled the busy night as he watched her with worry, pain enveloping his body at the sight of the normally strong and cheerful girl.

Slowly he wrapped his arms around her small frame, a gentle hand placed on the back of her head as her soft tears stained his navy blue hoodie.

It was this moment that made Jaemin want to protect her, to tell her that everything would be fine even though, for now, it wasn’t.

“You’ll get through this, I promise.”

Jaemin holds back the tears that threatened to fall as he said the few words which his mother shared to him before her passing. Words in which would forever be engraved in Somi’s heart.

“Just keep smiling, Somi. Just keep smiling...”

[har-cas07]

TREASURE || LEE TAEYONG x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Oneshot

Warnings: unprotected sex, strong language, sexual tension, slow burn, face-fucking, mommy!kink, slight degradation.

Word count: 2.5k+

I shrug out of the black and white dress suit and boring black flats, exhausted out of my wits from signing company papers all day. I slip onto a red wine dress and black classy pencil heels.

Being a billionaire is exhausting, but obviously it has its perks.

From the start, sexist men refused to give out loans to me but I didn’t let them stop me from building the most successful empire, ‘L/N Enterprises’.

I didn’t let the monsters lurking in the dark have a chance to drag me down, instead I took their hate and turned it into success, rising so high that I’d have to look down upon people.

I have a gala to attend to today evening. My first public appearance and to be honest, I was a little nervous. I have never really been big on social media and kept a needed distance from the paparazzi.

Adjusting the beautiful dress which had a long split alongside one of my leg which ended a little below my knee, I grabbed a small shiny black clutch that matched my heels and made my way towards my black tinted BMW car.

My driver opened the door for me and I thanked him, settling in the back seat. That is when nerves started getting the better of me.

Anxiety was gnawing on my insides and settling in the pit of my stomach. My jittering nerves made me forget about the exhaustion I had a few minutes back.

The driver slowed to a stop in front of a red carpet that led to a huge hall decorated beautifully. It felt like thousands of paparazzi had their camera’s aimed at my car and were waiting for me to step out.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded at the driver through the rear view mirror and he stepped out of the car and opened the door for me. I took a deep breath in order to collect myself and gracefully stepped out, straightening my gown almost immediately.

I am not a klutz, I swear.

Before I had a chance to breathe in the fresh air, my eyes were blinded with flashes going off, everywhere imaginable. Shouts filled the air about turning my head in their direction and hundreds of questions were fired all at once, making my ears bleed. I tried my best to cooperate.

Suddenly a sleek-white limo rolled in and all the attention was torn away from me making me almost stomp my legs childishly.

I turned around when flashes started going off faster than an express train. I expected at least 5 people to come out of the huge limo but only one man stepped out in a royal blue modern suit with no tie and the top few buttons undone. Pinkish-blonde hair gelled back sexily and a long silver earring hanging off one of his earlobes. High cheekbones and a killer sharp jaw line and sinfully beautiful almond shaped black eyes curtained behind a pair of long eyelashes.

Just a look at him and I knew everything I have to know about a person.

A show-off.

I glared at him as recognition flashed through my mind. I know this sexy devil.

Lee Taeyong.

And he is a total pain in the ass.

I proceeded towards the doors and entered the hall that took my breath away.

The humongous hall was painted in crème white and it had a soft golden glow due to the beautiful chandeliers hanging in a zigzag shape, stretching across the hall. The white of the walls made different colors of gowns and tuxedo’s pop up and it made me feel under-dressed.

Clinking of glasses and laughter echoed around, along with soft chatter and click of heels.

I glanced around, feeling like a stick in the mud and completely out of place until I saw something that caught my eye.

A buffet.

And, A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!

Without a second thought, I cut through the crowd, my eyes locked on the chocolate fountain as my mouth salivated.

The cocoa smell wafted through the air mixing with the multiple dishes nearby. I grabbed a strawberry from the basket kept at the side and dipped it in the chocolate, accidently getting some on my manicured fingertips and popping the whole thing in my mouth.

Unconsciously, I wiped my chocolate covered on my gown and plucked another one, dipping it in chocolate and repeating the action.

A chuckle touched my ears that sounded way too close for my liking. I swiveled around to catch the culprit when their deep gruff voice mused, “Miss, you got a little something on your dress.”

Of course.

Lee-fucking-Taeyong.

“Fuck, Merde, くそ, Mierda, Fanculo” I cursed not-so-elegantly in every language I could think of and tried to wipe it with my already dirty fingers, further making a mess.

“What are you, summoning a ghost?” He snickered but I ignored him and grabbed a few tissues, walking towards what I assumed were the bathrooms.

A warm hand grabbed my forearm, still chuckling that sent small goose bumps down my spine, “This way.” Leading me the opposite direction in which I was going.

He dragged me to, what I really hope, is the bathroom or else I will Kung-fu his ass off. Trust me Kung-fu panda had a lot of things to teach.

I shook my hand out of his hold and ignored the feeling of cold when his warm hand abandoned mine. I walked in the bathroom when I saw the sign, it was a unisex bathroom, and wet the napkin a little, making it crumble but I viciously scrubbed my gown, trying to get rid of the stain.

Okay so, maybe I am a little bit of a klutz.

“No” Taeyong whispered and took the napkin out of my hand, “May I?” He asked, gesturing to my dress and I gave him a single nod.

Frustration was getting the best of me and honestly I don’t think I can do this. I suck at this. I should’ve let my manager do this.

I watched with intent eyes as Taeyong discarded the dirty napkins and took out his triangular shaped white handkerchief and dabbed it in water, going down on his knees and wiping it delicately.

My mind went into overdrive when I saw him on his knees in front of me and every dirty novel I ever read started whirling in my mind making me feel hot and bothered.

“Name’s Taeyong” He said suddenly and continued to wipe my dress.

“Y/N” I resisted to urge to shout at him, ‘I KNOW’ and replied simply.

He stood up and washed his chocolate-y piece of cloth and I realized it a bit too late when he caged me in between his arms around the sink. With my 3 inch heel, I was merely few inches shorter than his 5”8’ height.

His midnight eyes stared into mine and he muttered, “Never heard of you before, Y/N.”

Suddenly feeling confident, I smirked and leaned in, whispering in his ear, “Well now you’ll never forget me.” I have no idea why I even said that!? Why would I say that??

Taeyong’s pink tongue poked out of his bow shaped lips and swiped over them, wetting them and suddenly the air was too thick to inhale and I sucked in a shuddering breathe when he flickered his eyes between my eyes and my lips.

He dipped down slightly and slowly, almost hesitantly leaned in. With every nerve ending of mine firing, I tried to make them work and turned my head to the other side, feeling his hot breathe against my ear and neck.

He’s a stranger. I can’t kiss a stranger.

The tension was palpable and it made me scream inwardly. I breathed hard and closed my eyes when I felt him move closer so there was barely any space between our bodies, “I could give you things, everything you ever wish for, will be yours. I am a millionaire.”

THIS IS MY MOMENT TO FLAUNT AND SHINE

I turned to face him and left less than a centimeter against our lips, letting my breathe brush against his, “Oh baby, I’m a billionaire.”

Before I could comprehend what’s going on, his soft lips crashed upon mine, almost molding into mine as I gave out a surprised but pleased sound.

One of his hands snaked around my waist, holding me impossibly closer while the other remained on the edge of the sink, keeping me caged.

I rested my hands upon his chest where I could feel his heart beating erratically, matching the speed of my own.

He kissed me like he was drowning and I was like a gulp of fresh air while I drank him in like it was a hot sunny day and he was the cool ocean breeze.

Both of his hands came to rest on my waist while I changed my position and wrung them around his neck, trying to bring his face closer to mine. Suddenly, he lifted my body like a professional ballerina and settled me on the sink, emitting a squeal from me.

Both of us breathed out a laugh and he bumped his nose with mine, cradling my face like he was the dragon and I was precious treasure.

His precious treasure.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on.” He whispers softly against my lips, resting his forehead against mine and panting slightly.

“Too bad I can’t say the same” I teased and wrapped my legs around his waist and accidently on purpose, rubbing my thighs against his hard on.

He let out a soft groan and palmed the back of my head, clashing his lips in a dominant, bruising kiss. I swiped my tongue on his lips but he wouldn’t open his mouth.

Stubborn.

I slipped a hand between us and palmed his clothed dick, receiving a lust filled moan from him and giving me a chance to shove my tongue down his throat.

Dominance battle rose as both of us fought to take lead, tongues swirling and teeth clashing together. Just as I was about to lose, I unwrapped my legs around his waist and jumped down from the marble, never breaking the kiss but taking him by surprise. I knocked him harshly against the bathroom door –I almost forgot we were in a bathroom– and stealthily locked the door so no one walks on us eating each other’s faces out.

Taeyong’s hands reached down to massage my ass roughly making an involuntary moan escape my throat and I could feel the smirk forming on his lips that were against mine. I was furious.

How dare he make me moan??

I shoved a thigh between both of his legs, rubbing on the tent of his pants and trailing wet kisses down his sharp jaw line, biting and sucking hard to form a hickey, trying to tug his blazer off his body. I almost cried from happiness when I heard an animalistic growl/moan slip past his lips.

Suddenly, he yanked my head backward with my hair and turned us around quickly, but made sure my head didn’t hit the door harshly, protecting it with his hand.

Aw man, that makes me feel bad when I knocked his head on the wall.

“Let’s take this upstairs” He looked at me with lust and desire radiating off of him and I’m pretty sure that’s what he saw on me too when he fixed my hair and dress like a gentleman and straightened out his suit.

We exited the bathroom and I was sure nobody even noticed our absence and he led both of us to a pair of stairs right beside the bathroom and threw us in the first room, locking it and before I had the chance to admire the interior he threw me on the bed, crawling over me and feathering kisses on my cheeks, my neck, slipping my sleeves past my shoulders and kissing my collarbone.

It felt ecstatic and I never wanted this feeling to stop. For him to stop.

What he is doing right now is completely in contrast to what we were doing downstairs.

We were exchanging fierce, lust-filled and hungry kisses whereas now he was kissing me delicately like we have all the time in the world. He supported himself on his elbow beside my head and molded his lips with mine while his other hand slipped down south and caressed the skin of the slit that ran through half of my leg.

Gently, he removed his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt and I watched him undress. He was an angel. His toned torso and delicious abs so defined and deep and his pinkish blonde hair glistened in the dim light room and his earring twinkled.

He stared at me and slipped my hands past the sleeves, tugging it over my body, making me feel bare as the cool air tingled my skin.

His cold hand roamed my body like he was worshipping it. Eager to get this started, I fumbled with his belt and shoved down his pants and boxers and I nearly drooled.

HE IS BIG.

He slipped his long fingers behind me and I arched my back, and with one quick move, he unclasped my bra and his eyes clouded over my breasts.

His one hand supported him upright as his warm mouth latched on my pebble-hard nipples, giving both of my boobs the required attention, while the other went down. He slid my panties aside and cupped my pussy, his thumb started playing with my clit almost immediately.

The cold of his hand felt too good and I closed my eyes from the effect, back arching as I rubbed myself on his cool hand letting out series of small moans that I did not regret.

Because now, it was my turn to take charge.

I put my hands on his shoulders and with all my strength, I flipped us around and pinned him down. I worked my tongue all over his mouth as he let out incoherent moans, that were music to my ears.

So sinful. So beautiful.

He grabbed my hips and removed my panties and I let him. I snatched the wet garment from him and tied both of his hands on the very convenient railing-headboard.

"You-What are you d-doing?" He asked breathlessly, his pink hair ruffled and spots of red bloomed on his pale skin.

"Making you feel good." I grabbed his big crotch and stuffed it in my fist, jerking him up and down and he stifled a moan, throwing his head back on the pillow. I leaned in and tried to take the whole thing in my mouth but couldn't.

Taeyong chuckled darkly, "Most girls usually can't take it all at once."

Oh so he had definitely fucked a lot of girls.

"Well lucky for you, I'll do it," I took a deep breath. "Watch me, pretty boy."

I crawled up to his face and put my palm in front of his mouth and ordered, "Spit."

Without a question, Taeyong let out a gargling sound and coated my hand with his saliva. I let out a pleasured hum an rubbed the fluid in my hands and jerked his cock in my fist again, earning series of moans and grunts from the anime-faced boy.

I glanced up at right, right in the eye and let my jaw lose, deep throating myself and watching him writhe beneath me and I was sure he wanted to touch me.

My gag reflex sprung to life and tears pricked the side of my eyes his dick touched the back of my throat and I could taste the salty pre cum on his cock's head.

Taeyong groaned loudly and tried to wiggle out his hands from my underwear which was now working as a rope, his eyes closing in surrender.

"Eyes on the prize, or you lose the surprise" I sang in a teasing tone, letting my hands roam around every dent and curve of his abs, feeling them flex beneath my fingertips.

He opened his eyes and looked at me with heavy eyelids and I sucked on him harshly, making him let out a whimper.

Nonetheless, he tried to speak, albeit in a very strained voice, "Y/N. Sit on my face so I can eat you out while you suck my dick."

I cocked my head to the side and let his cock out of my mouth with a pop and contemplated.

"Y/N" I said my name out loud and it almost sounded foreign and I didn't like it when he called me by my name.

I sat up, right on his erect dick, torturing him and myself but I liked it this way, way better.

I dipped my head down and humped slightly on his cock, not taking it inside me, making it slip between my pussy lips.

He moaned loudly and tugged on his bound hands again but I really put it up there tight.

"You wanna try that again?" I whispered seductively and put my hands behind me on his knees, grinding myself on his cock.

"I-Wha-OH! AH! St-stop d-doing th-at" He stuttered shamelessly but refused to give me the answer I want.

I pinched his nipples and grabbed a handful of his hair and repeated, "You wanna try that again, slut?"

He moaned at the degradation and blurted out, "M-mommy" in the most breathy and sexy voice imaginable that I almost fainted with desire.

I smirked and positioned my clit right at his mouth, my thighs were on either sides of his waist and bent forward to grab his dick.

I could feel his shallow and hot breathe hitting my sex which sent tingles and adrenaline rushing through my veins.

He started kitten licking and I moaned, almost lifting my body up from his face but he moved his legs in response, indicating me to sit back down.

I obliged and then put my mouth on his red and angry crotch and started sucking it again. We both were pleasuring each other and heat felt too euphoric, too good.

"I'm about to c-cum!" I screeched, his tongue now fucking me.

"M-me too. Let's cum together."

Taeyong's moans intensified, just increasing my possibility to come undone earlier. The pressure in my clit increased, making me suck his dick more harshly and he released a little cry.

Then it happened, white streaks of hot cum spilled at the back of my throat and the quickly swallowed the tangy-liquid and I myself came undone on his mouth.

I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing harshly. I stood up from his face and saw white sticky liquid dribbling down his chin.

I leaned and licked it from his Adam's apple to his lips and gave him an exhausted kiss.

"Wow" He breathed and I nodded, laying beside him in his arms and that's when I heard the faint noises downstairs.

The anchor was talking, "Everyone please welcome, Y/N, of L/N Enterprises."

"Shit" I cursed and scrambled up, suddenly remembering the reason for my arrival here was not to fuck Taeyong's brain out, but to attend a gala.

I grabbed my bra from the nightstand and pulled on my dress, quickly combing my hair with my fingers, wiping the sheen of sweat on my face with Taeyong's shirt on the floor.

"Where are you going???" The latter questioned, still in his butt naked glory, his hands still bound with my underwear.

"You stay right here. We're not done. I have been called upon downstairs."

"WAIT YOU"RE THE CEO OF L/N ENTERPRISES" He bellowed and I all but winked at him cheekily and closed the door behind me with a big smile on my face

[har-cas07]

Drip (Lucas x fem!reader)

Genre: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, drinking, strong language, shower sex

Pairing: Lucas X Fem!Reader

WC: 1.5k+

You felt light headed and that was of course because your dear best friend, Yeri, had dragged you to a frat party. These frat boys were the ones who you’d always try to stay away from. Not only because they always try to make sexual jokes with you but also because this one man, whom you hated the most, Wong Lucas, was one of them.

You were enemies.

Enemies with an intense sexual tension. You and your competitive ass would always fight about who scored well in examinations with him. Sometimes it was him scoring better and sometimes you.

But that didn’t change the fact that whenever you saw him, butterflies would appear in your stomach, how your knees would go weak when he would speak to you in his deep and sexy voice. Or like that one day, you came to class late and there was only one spot left in the room and it was next to Lucas. His knees had brushed against yours from time to time and his manly perfume had tantalized your nostrils.

And right now, through your blurry vision, you could see him across the room, standing with a red cup of who knows what, talking to his friends, Hendery, Jaehyun, Jaemin and Mark.

He was wearing a black leather jacket paired with skinny black jeans and white shirt underneath. He was breathtaking.

His gaze suddenly shifted to yours and when he saw that you were already staring at him with heart eyes, he smirked making you blush. Before anything else could happen, a loud and drunk guy landed in front of you.

You gasped and looked around, in desperate need of Yeri but you couldn’t see her anywhere. “‘Sup, babygirl?”

You realised that the guy was none other than Lee Haechan. He was an annoying dick and as you tried to escape, he grabbed your arm, dragging you back as you collided with his chest.

“Playing hard to get, huh?” He reeked of alcohol and you wanted to gag but his grasp was too harsh and strong. His eyes were definitely staring at your tits because of this really slutty dress Yeri made you wear.

You pushed him away which definitely made him angrier and he growled. But your knight in shining armour came to save the day.

“Haechan,” Lucas said sternly.

“What, bitch?” Haechan replied savagely. “Let me have her time with her, you go find some other chick.”

Lucas clenched his jaw. “Leave her alone.”

Haechan screamed with laughter. “Aww why? Is she your girlfriend?” He said in an annoying tone and Lucas gritted his teeth.

“Yes,” He replied. “Now leave before I beat your ass up.”

Your heart stopped when he said that you were his girlfriend. You gulped as your felt some kind of heat between your legs.

Haechan rolled his eyes and actually left. Boys these days are only threatened when a boy claims that she's his girl. It's so sexist and disgusting.

When Lucas’ eyes settled upon yours, it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. You felt fireworks and sparks flying all around you as your toes curled. 

“Are you alright?” he questioned.

“Yes,” you took a deep breath, your eyes getting blurry again. “Please take me home. I feel sick.”

He nodded and as soon as you reached his car, you dozed off in his seat.

Lucas started driving but he forgot to ask where your house was. “Fuck”, he muttered. 

He pulled over and looked at your sleeping form. Your body was in an uncomfortable position and the straps of your dress had fallen off your shoulders and your bra was visible. There was no denying that Lucas was turned on by that. He licked his lips but as a respectful gentleman, he tried to divert his gaze to somewhere else.

He tapped your arm but all you did was whimper and turn your face to the other side. He sighed. He only had once choice, he would take you to his house. His mum and dad were barely ever home due to business trips so he mostly had the house to himself.

He drove to his house and got your tired body on his couch. You were mumbling incoherent words and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make out what you were saying.

Out of nowhere, you felt nausea taking over. Your stomach churned as your eyes opened and you hit Lucas’ arm and seeing you struggling, he already guessed that you were about  to puke. And so, he had already kept a bucket.

He immediately handed it over to you as you puked in it. It looked disgusting.

You felt disgusting.

Lucas handed you a glass of water as you chugged the contents in.

“Hey,” you said. Lucas nodded. “Can I take a shower?”

Lucas’ eyes widened but he agreed nevertheless.

You went to his bedroom as he gave you some of his clothes and a towel. You were about to shut the bathroom door when a feeling or more like a desire made you do something you’d regret the next morning.

“Wait, lucas,” you called out and he turned around. “Will you take a shower with me?”

Lucas chuckled, as if you were joking. “You really are drunk, eh?” He turned around, attempting to leave his room when you grabbed his arm and dragged him in the bathroom.

“What?” Lucas shrieked. 

“I’m gonna regret this later, but whatever, fuck it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” You admitted and grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in. His lips felt soft against yours, he did kiss you back but pulled away.

“I’d be willing to do that if you were not drunk, Y/N.”

“I’m not drunk.” You grumbled stubbornly. 

“Um you almost puked all over my couch?” He said, almost confused.

"Lucas, please" you pouted. "I know you want this too", You smirked, lightly brushing the tips of your fingers to the tent forming in front of his pants.

Lucas blushed but that man was competitive, he was never going to prove himself as a pussy in front of you.

“Okay, you asked for this.” He already got his shirt off of him. “Don’t complain when my monster cock is in that tight little pussy of yours.”

You squealed when he picked you up, quickly wrapping your legs around his waist and he took you in the shower. He roughly took your dress off and unclasped your bra quicker than you imagine any girl ever has and you immediately latched your sinful mouth on his neck, sucking and nipping lightly at his velvety smooth skin, making him moan.

He still left your panties on. 

He turned on the shower as you kissed his beautiful, full pink lips and his hands worked wonders on your body. Water dripped down your body.

He grabbed the shower gel and rubbed it all over your chest and arms as the water cleaned them all. Suddenly you gasped as your back hit the shower wall, making your back arch off the wall and paining pleasure rip though your body when Lucas' hot mouth attached to your pebble hard tits. Scraping his teeth lightly on it and sucking hungrily while his other hand was groping and massaging the other one.

You moaned loudly as his long fingers slid down over your panties which made you whimper. He sat on his knees as you watched him from under your lashes, breathing heavily as he looked at the wet spot in your underwear from below.

“Wet already?” He said proudly, knowing the effect he had on you.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Just eat me out.”

You turned off the shower and the next second, he tore the panties into two pieces and his lips were against your hard nub making you feel things you never knew you were capable of feeling.

His tongue grazed your folds as it hit all the right places and an orgasm crashed over you like a wave in high tide and you grabbed his broad shoulders for support while his strong hands grabbed globes of your ass in his tight grip, surely to leave a mark, his mark, on my body.

"I-I'm gonna cum, Lucas" you managed to breath it out and moaned loudly.

"Lucas is boring." He scoffed in displeasure, his voice sent vibrations all over your body from your pussy as a shiver racked up through your body. Leaving youe pussy feeling cold when he de-attached his mouth from me, glaring at you in disapproval when you let out a whimper of unhappiness and tried to pull his face back. Desperate to make him happy and resume his previously dirty actions, you breathily moaned out the first thing that came in your mind, "I'm gonna cum, d-daddy."

His eyes glazed over with lust and desire as he licked his lips and you could see your sticky arousal on his chin making your blush fiercely.

He suddenly stood up and came mere centimeters away from your lips and you sucked in a surprised breath, staring at his lips greedily but the pit of your stomach was still begging for a release.

"P-please d-daddy. " You whimpered and rubbed your thighs together.

"Say that again." He sucked in his bottom lip and flickered his dark lustful eyes between your eyes and your lips, stopping your motions with your thighs with his tight grip, shoving his thigh between yours.

"P-please daddy. Make me c-cum. I r-really want to cum. Please. I’ll b-be a g-good girl"

He smiled darkly and suddenly inserted two fingers in you to quicken your orgasm and he kept going faster, drilling his fingers knuckle deep in you, making your back arch off the wall making the pleasure almost unbearable. You finally came hard all over his fingers and then pulling his fingers and dipped his fingers in his mouth, cleaning every inch of them and then pulling you in a kiss, making you taste yourself.

“My turn to cum.” He wished. Without wasting another second, he shoved his big ass cock in your pussy making you squirm in pain. Your legs were already weak from the previous orgasm that you had to hold on his body for support.

He thrusted in you and you buried your face in his neck. “it hurts.” you whimpered a cry.

“Shh baby, it will be all pleasure soon.” He said, patting your head, lightly.

And his words came true, the pain was all pleasure now. You both were a moaning mess and Lucas moaned feebly, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

"Wait, don't come in me!" You screamed, remembering that you weren't using protection. 

You pulled away and Lucas let out an almost animalistic groan when you jerked his cock away from your pussy. 

You dropped down on your knees, whilst looking at Lucas dead in the eyes and whispering seductively right on his cock, "cum in my mouth"

And you put his huge crotch in your mouth, swishing your tongue at the underside of his shaft and all over the thick veins.

“Shit.” he cursed when he felt your wet mouth all around his dick. To say that it felt heavenly, was an understatement. 

You bobbed your head up and down, making you gag as tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you felt his dick pulse, knowing that he was about to cum, you gently scrapped your nails lightly at the inside of his thigh as his groans became louder and louder which felt like music to your ears. 

“Ahh!” he moaned as he came all over your mouth and you swallowed the salty release without hesitation. 

You wore his shirt as he laid half naked, next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Who knew I would have sex with the person I hate the most in this world?” You sighed, taking his big and beautiful hand in yours, stroking the back.

“Guess you don’t hate me that much then, angel.” He kissed your lips once more and this time it didn’t feel like it was out of lust and hunger. It felt passionate, genuine and clearly very romantic which brought the whole damn zoo in your stomach.

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[neotechture-blog]

Crush

Mark Lee

Smut

It was another day of school. You dressed into the same uniform and combed your hair the same way you did in the other 364 days of the year. You were slightly excited to go to school. Yes- you had developed a little crush on someone. That someone was Mark Lee. A quiet, conceited boy but loud and raucous to his friends. And yes you were his friend. Every moment spent with him was undoubtedly enjoyable. However, you were scared. You didn’t want him to find out about the little crush you had developed on him. If he found out it would either be him rejecting you or him embracing you. There was a 50-50 chance. But you didn’t want to risk it.

You were content with being able to see his face everyday. You walked to school. The sun beat down on the neighborhood. You smiled looking up at the cloudless sky. It was beautiful. A hand wrapped around your shoulders and you knew who it was already. You looked at him. It was Mark. You smiled.

“What are you doing?” I asked, shaking his arm off my shoulder but it stayed there.

“What’s wrong? I’m just putting my arm around you.” he said smiling. You blushed slightly. He was warm and you wanted so badly to hold him as well but you knew people would get the wrong idea.

You walked to the gate of the school and entered. All eyes were on you guy. Some girls threw hateful glances towards you. Some girls were lovestruck as they stared at Mark. Some guys cheered at Mark. Mark was popular so all the attention was on him

“Why are you doing this?” you asked earnestly. You felt embarrassed by the amount of eyes on you. You were invisible at school. However, today was different and you felt uncomfortable.

“Meet me at the rooftop during lunch. Alone.” he emphasised on the last word. He looked down at you. Smiling. You melted. He was so perfect and you couldn’t get over him. Even if he would reject you, you would still love him.

“Why?” You asked biting your lip at the thought of you two alone.  

He winked and clicked his tongue. “You’ll see.” he whispered.

Your heart skipped a beat. As cheesy as it sounded. It was weird today. Mark was not acting like his normal self. You just decided to see to it later.

Some time later

It was third period. You had English. You went to the back of the class and sat in the corner. There were two seats. No one sat next you because none of your friends were in this class. You couldn’t care less. You leaned your chin on your hand and saw as the students filed in. Mark walked into the room. Guys surrounding him. Your eyes lit up seeing him. He looked around the room as if searching for someone. Then his eyes fell on you. He smiled and ran towards you.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked, smiling.

“Yep.” you said, jokingly.

“Oh by who?” he asked, defeated.

“My boyfriend.” you said winking.

He looked at you stunned.

“ I meant you, idiot.” you said, grinning.

He blushed. “I’m your boyfriend?”

You smiled and shook your head. Looking down at your books. Soon class started and you couldn’t concentrate. You always stole glances at him. Once he caught you looking at him. He smirked at you. You looked away blushing.

When the lesson was close to ending, you felt something warm on your thigh. You looked down to see his hand on your thigh. It was your upper thigh. Slowly his hands rose, it was under your skirt now. You looked down at with bated breath and then you looked at him. He smirked at you.

“What are you doing?” you whispered in his ear.

“Nothing.” he said nonchalantly.

His hands rose up to your panty. His fingers hooking onto the garter of your panty. You gasped. It was loud enough to get some glances. You apologized silently. For some reason, you couldn’t swat his hand away. You were frozen in your seat. His fingers then travelled down inside and very slowly it entered you.

“You’re so wet.” he whispered into your ear. Licking it.

“Get your fingers out of there.” you said breathlessly as he entered another finger. He started pumping inside of you.

You stifled a moan. You held the hand that was pumping into you. He stopped and looked at you.

“ You like this don’t you?” he whispered in your ear. He entered another finger. You clamped your legs together. Your eyes fluttering. A cold sweat had built up. His fingers fastened his pace as he pumped into you. You leaned your head on his shoulder. Moaning softly.

It was so dirty but that didn’t mean you didn’t like it. You were moaning softly. Trying to muffle it.

You groaned his name against his ear as your reached your climax. He looked at you and licked his fingers. The bell rang and you stumbled as you stood up. It hurt a bit. Mark looked at you and smirked.

You walked out of the room and hastily shoved your things into the locker. You ran to the restroom. To wash yourself. Your heat was still recovering from the climax. As you finished and exited the stall too wash your hands. You heard the door lock. You looked up to see Mark. He smirked at you.

“ I couldn’t wait till lunch time.” he said, smiling. He looked at you and then licked his lips. He slowly approached you. You walked backwards until you hit the sink. He stood in front of you. A gap separating the both of you. His hand snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt it poking your skirt. You looked down at his erection. ( They’re 18 in here. Don’t worry.They’re not minors.)

“ Look what you did to me?” he whispered in your ear. Slowly his lips attached to yours. You widened your eyes. You couldn’t believe he was kissing you. You melted into the kiss moving your lips against his. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and then his hand travelled to the button of your uniform.

You were slightly scared and relieved. Scared that you would lose your innocence but relieved you were losing your innocence to him.

His tongue was exploring your mouth his hand had already unbuttoned your shirt and it was lying on the ground. Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt. His lips travelled along your jaw and then onto your neck. He bit and licked each part. Until he bit your sweet spot. You moaned. He smirked against your skin. Working on that piece of skin. Your thighs were clamped against each other. Yearning for him. You wanted him.

You managed to throw his shirt to the ground. You admired his toned body. Your hands touching his toned stomach. He unclasped your bra with a flick of his wrist. It fell to the ground. He looked at you hungrily. Licking his lips as he looked at your exposed chest. You covered it blushing.

He pried your hands away and looked at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered. You smiled. Still flustered. It was so much to take in.

You wanted to pleasure him so you kissed him. He kissed back. Your lips traveled down his throat and all over his toned body. Your lips reached the buckle of his belt and you started unbuckling. Looking at him seductively.

In a matter of seconds you pulled his pants and boxers down. His member sprung out. You looked at it amazed. Would it fit? It was so big.it was dripping with precum.

You looked up at him and put it in your mouth. You started sucking and licking it. He groaned. Throwing his head back. His hand tightened around your hair and pushed your face forward. He looked down at you. You never moved your gaze away from his eyes.

You started bobbing your head.

“Fuck.” he groaned. A second later he burst in your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation. It tasted sweet. You started getting wetter by the second. The heat in between your legs were so unbearable. You wanted him.

Slowly you pulled your skirt down. Leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties.

You pressed yourself against him. Feeling everything.

“ I-I want you.” you whispered into his ear.

“ Beg for it.” he said, smirking.

You pursed your lips. Slowly you pulled down your panties and looked at him.

“ I want you to fuck me.” you said seductively. You approached him. Hips slightly swaying. He carried you and put you on the sink. His member aligned with you.

Without hesitation, he slid in. You moaned loudly. His member twitched inside of you. The pain was clashing with the pleasure. Your eyes teared up. He kissed your tears and waited for you to adjust. After a while you started to roll your hips. He started thrusting. You moaned softly.

“ Mm faster.” you whimpered. He started fastening his pace. Each thrust left you a mess. Your eyes fluttered as he pounded into you. The pleasure was overwhelming. He kissed you. The knot in your stomach was unravelling.

“i-i’m gonna come.” you moaned out. He pounded into you faster. You cried his name out. He thrusted in a few more times. Pulling out and coming out over your thighs.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes. He kissed you.

“ i love you so much (Y/N).” he whispered. Kissing you repeatedly.

“i love you too.” you whispered.

[akaashirabu]

Alive (NCT Doyoung, Ghost AU)

I realized there are only a few doyoung fanfictions so I decided to make one because my bias needs all the loveeeee.

This Oneshot is inspired by Manga/K-Drama ‘Let’s Fight, Ghost’ which is curently airing in Korea(TvN).

word count: 1838 words

I had this special talent, a super power, hmmm well kind of. However, I wasn't very fond of it.

I can see ghosts and touch them. Yeah, hard to believe but it's true. It's nothing fancy and to be honest it's kind of a burden for me. They say it runs on our family, genetic or something but I don't really get why I have to deal with this ability.

Even though I can see 'entities' other people can't, I most likely ignore it and not get involved so they'll just leave me alone. Everything changed when I started college and was off to live by myself in the school dormitory.

I started to get involved with them when I desperately needed money. I tried performing 'exorcisms'; 1 ghost equals to a 500 thousand won. Yes, my job is very weird indeed when I can just apply for being a waitress or something but this exorcism job is enough for me to support myself. I don't have a family afterall and not even friends who I can rely on.

I was suddenly alerted when I felt a presence at my room's door.

"YAH! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT COMING INSIDE MY ROOM WITHOUT NOTICE?" I yelled.

It was him.

"Oh uhm...yeah that..." he scratched his nape with a sheepish grin on his face.

"What if I was buck naked and about to change clothes huh?" I said.

"But you're not though" he argues.

I sighed. "Just because you have this ability of crossing doors and walls whenever you want doesn't mean you can just barge into my room like that"

Yes, he's a spirit, a ghost.

How did I met this dude?

Well one day, when I just finished a 'job' at a local sauna, I went to a hospital to get meds for my back pain. If you were wondering, I dealt with a huge pervy geezer of a ghost in the sauna so yeah that explains the back pain. That time was when I encountered him.

He was a ghost who is the same age as me, brown haired, doe eyes and was wearing white long sleeves with a tie and black pants. I nearly thought he was alive but then he freaked out and said "FINALLY! SOMEONE WHO COULD ACTUALLY HEAR AND SEE ME!" and that's more than enough for me to know he's not.

Having no reason to actually acquaint the both of us, I left him in the hospital but he purposely followed me back in my apartment and started bugging me on helping him. Turns out he doesn't know he's a ghost, doesn't know why he died, doesn't have any idea about his family and only knows his name and age.

'Doyoung, 20'

I didn't agree on helping him at first but then he proposed on helping me with my 'exorcisms aka fighting ghosts' and in exchange I get to help him figure out his supposedly death. I agreed of course, extra help means getting jobs done easier and that means getting money easier too.

Ever since then he's been living in my place and apparently ghosts still find the need to eat and sleep so yeah pretty much explains the pillow and blanket on my couch and my refrigerator frequently empty.

"Why are you barging in my room at this hour anyways? What do you need?" I asked.

"I think I figured it out!" he says.

"What?"

"I have to kiss you again!" my cheeks rapidly flamed when I heard what he just said.

He didn't have to remind me of that one night.

I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. My emotions took over.  

It was only a peck at first and he was wide-eyed, definitely surprised and I did remember him telling me something but can't remember what it was. Afterwards, he was the one who initiated the kiss and it wasn't just a peck like what I did, it was deep and passionate and it ended with us making out.

I WAS TRYING TO FORGET THAT ONE NIGHT AND HE CASUALLY REMINDS ME OF IT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING.

"Ya! Y-you can't just k-kiss me whenever you feel l-like it" I stuttered, yes I did.

"No, that's not it! Remember what I told you before we started making out?" he asked.

I groaned, why is this guy so blunt. He's actually giving me a headache.

"I can't remember..." I trailed. Why can't I? Definitely because he just blew my mind when we were making out.

Damn you, Doyoung.

"When you kissed me, some of my memories came back. I remembered my family, I remembered my real name, where I live, where I study but it had nothing about my death although I knew somehow it has something to do with the hospital where we met" he says.

I didn't speak. I didn't actually know what to say.

"I need to remember more, _____-ya. You need to help me" he added.

"Are y-you sure about this, Doyoung?" I said, my cheeks still on fire.

"Yes, I'm sure. I just need to remember, I know I can so please help me"

I looked up at him and I can sense how he really wanted to remember. I know Doyoung, I can feel it.

"So may I?" he asked.

I just nodded as he went closer, barely leaving space between us. My heart is defnitely pounding as hell.

Why am I anticipating this kiss? Do I like him?

I do like him. I'm afraid to admit I fell in love with him, I fell in love with a ghost and I'm afraid of him finding out about his death and finally finding his peace. I'm afraid of him leaving me and crossing over to afterlife. I'm afraid.

"What if it doesn't work?" I asked, causing him to stop.

"I just need to try. It's just a kiss anyways" he says.

And just now, I never knew such words could break my heart into pieces. It was just a kiss he says.

He definitely doesn't feel the same way I do. I knew it, he only needed me to help him cross to afterlife.

That's the cold truth.

I already love him though and if doing this will make him remember and find his way to the afterlife, I'll do it just so he can be happy.

I closed my eyes. We kissed, I felt his soft lips on mine.This kiss was different from the last time and I can't explain how.

He smiled and gave me a heartwarming hug. "I'm alive!" he says.

I gave him a look. "I remembered _____-ya! I'm not dead!"

"W-what?" I asked.

"I'm not dead, well I'm half-dead but still I'm alive!" he grinned, still hugging me.

"What do you mean, Doyoung?"

"I'm just in a coma, my body is in the hospital where we met. I just need to go back and I can live again" he explained.

"Doyoung...you're...I..." I didn't know what to say next.

"I need to go back, we need to hurry" he says as he practically pulled me with him.

We immediately went to the hospital and went straight to the room where he supposedly was.

'Room 127'

Doyoung looked back at me with a smile but it soon faded.

"What's wrong ____? Why are you crying" he asks.

I reached out to my cheeks and I did felt tears on it. Why was I crying anyway? I didn't know too.

I reached out and hugged Doyoung and felt him stiffen but soon relaxed as he hugged me back.

"I'm just happy for you" I whispered.

We pulled back from the hug and he reached out to my cheeks and wiped my tears away.

"Thanks for helping me, I'll find a way to repay you somehow" he says.

"You don't need to, helping me with my job is enough and..." I stopped.

He stared at me as if waiting for me to continue.

"and being with me for those 5 months is more than enough" I barely whispered but I knew he heard it when I saw his heartwarming smile.

"Go on and meet me back alive and kicking okay?" I said to him with a smile.

He nodded and went inside. His smile never left.

I didn't move. I was still outside of Room 127. I didn't know why but maybe I just don't know what to do next.

Maybe this is it. He'll move on with his life and I'm not even sure if when he wakes up he'll remember me, or even all of the memories when he was a ghost or rather when his spirit was wandering.

I left. That's all I could do.

When I came back home, everything feels odd and I was back to being alone. I didn't know It will come to this point where I'd even prefer a ghost living with me.

"Admit it you only want one specific ghost to live with you" my mind says.

I sighed.

It's been 3 days since Doyoung left.

I didn't know for sure but I was back to being the same old me. Introvert me.

A knock on the door, now that's something new.

I lazily trudge to the door, who was this knocking on the door and ruining my peace anyways?

Too bad I didn't have a peephole so I needed to open the door just to know who's this person.

He/she better not be a robber or murderer or he/she'll definitely receive my wrath.

"Miss me?" he says with a smirk.

I feel like air was cut out of my lungs.

He's here. He remembered.

"Why did you leave?" he asked.

Yet again, I didn't gave an answer.

"When I woke up, I asked my brother to call for you but you weren't there" he frowned.

"I...thought..you.." I whispered.

"Forget you?"

I look up at him. Oh that smile.

"Why would I forget you huh? You're the one who help me" he says.

"Yeah that's why you owe me a lot" I smirked.

"So..." we both say at the same time and both laughed.

"You first..and no, don't get me into that 'ladies first' thingy" I warned him.

"______...can we start again?" he asks.

"What about starting again?" I tilted my head, pretending not to get what he's saying.

"I..I LIKE YOU...I'M..IN LOVE WITH YOU" he said quickly.

I can't help but laugh at how Doyoung's so flustered right now. "I like you too you idiot" I crushed him with a teddy bear hug.

"It feels good to feel your warmth. You were so cold back then" I whispered at his ear and giggled.

"You know...now that I'm alive and kicking, maybe we can do more than just make out" he smirked.

My eyes widen and I hit his shoulders.

He laughed and I did too.

"Don't worry, I can wait" he says and kisses my forehead.

And now its the same old introvert me and her 'ghost' boyfriend.