#soft yukhei

[dipitlucas]

𝗶'𝗺 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

[helfan]

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[a-spicy-reader]

Promise of Pleasure

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

If he had long hair this photo would be perfect 😅😅

Synopsis: In a night of uncontrollable passion, Lila and Lucas give themselves completely to each other, exploring the limits of their desire and connection.

You will never get tired of kissing Yukhei. The idea of ​​getting tired is inconceivable when it tastes so deliciously sweet.

It always ends like this after more than an hour alone with the doe-eyed boy, even when he practices in approximately ten minutes. You're straddling his wide lap, thighs on either side of his narrow hips, your mouths pressed against each other in a heated kiss.

Is too good. You can do this alone, and he is fully aware. His huge hands cup his face, fingertips hooking into the back of his neck as he alternates between sucking on his top lip and his bottom lip.

He is always very intoxicating, everything you feel, see and hear is inherently Yukhei. You feel like his heart could explode through his shirt if his chest wasn't pressed against his.

It’s so domestic, huddled together on the couch, the sounds of soft tapping filling the space between the two of you. The two of you are still practically in your pajamas from the night before - the rumpled black t-shirt and black hoodie still managing to make you look unfairly good, if not more so.

He hums softly into your mouth, and only then do you realize that you've gently grasped a tuft of his long, messy black hair between your fingers as his soft tongue brushes against his.

His hands move down to soften his neck, then down to the sturdy pair of shoulders you've held so many times before in moments like this, where it's sensual and sweet, and you need to grab him just to do it. Make sure it doesn't slip between your fingertips like a sweet dream.

He groans as he has to force himself to leave, and you can feel the evidence of his arousal beneath you, snug and firm against his center. His countenance turns into a genuine pout, his irises glazed over.

"Damn, I should just call in sick or something."

You laugh, amused by his childish smile and the moan in his tone. You both know that missing practice is not an option for him, although there is no harm in expressing your frustration. Even if it makes you ten times more needy for him.

You reach up to cup his soft cheeks, thumbs stroking the warm, tanned skin. He leans into the palm of your hand, soft lips spreading into a warm smile as he looks up at you with passionate eyes.

“I’ll come when you’re done, if you want,” he tells you, stroking your hair.

He takes a deep breath through his nose to calm himself, a useless feat when you're still on top of him, warm and beautiful and all his. His hands rest on the small of your back, his fingertips tracing the skin where your shirt has ridden up.

"Of course I want you to come, my silly baby." He coos to you in a voice that's only used when the two of you are alone, meant to make you laugh in a way that makes your heart fill up with adoration like a balloon.

You lean in to kiss his soft lips once again, his chin already tilted forward in an attempt to beat you to it. It's smooth, faster than any of you would like. But it's enough.

"I'm going to kiss you so hard tonight."

The promise remains between you, igniting a new wave of desire that makes you press against him a little more firmly, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from Lucas. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer, the harsh evidence of his arousal pressing into you unmistakably.

“You better,” you murmur against his lips, the heat in his voice matching the fire in his eyes. "I will be waiting."

He smiles, his eyes darkening with unspoken promises as he brushes his lips against yours one last time, a teasing hint of what’s to come tonight. "You won't have to wait long, darling. I'll make sure of that."

With a final, lingering kiss, you reluctantly climb out of his lap, both of you panting softly, the air between you crackling with unfulfilled desire. You watch as he adjusts, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent vow hanging in the air as he prepares to leave for practice. The anticipation of what's to come tonight keeps the embers of his desire burning, ready to burst into flames the moment he walks back through that door.

Anticipation grew all day. As the hours passed, her thoughts returned to Lucas, his promise echoing in her mind. It was finally time for him to return and his excitement was palpable.

The door opened and Lucas walked in, his long black hair, slightly damp and disheveled from training, falling onto his shoulders. He wore an all-black sweatshirt set, the fabric hugging his tall frame. His eyes immediately met his, dark and intense, filled with the same desire that had boiled between you before.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“Hey,” you replied, a smile playing on your lips as you walked up to him, your curvy figure swaying with each step. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the way his gaze darkened as he took in her sent a shiver through you.

Lucas left his bag near the door and closed the distance between you in a few steps. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him. You could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, the hard surface of his chest pressing into your softness.

“I missed you,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His mouth moved against his with an urgency that left you breathless, his hands roaming your curves, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive touch.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. The feel of his lips, the taste of him, was intoxicating. You could feel his excitement growing, pressing insistently against his thigh, and it only made you want him more.

“Lucas,” you gasped when he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive skin. "Please."

“Patience, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "I promised to kiss you so hard tonight, remember?"

He pulled back a little, your eyes burning when they met his. Then, with one swift movement, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He stood next to you for a moment, his gaze roaming your body, examining every inch of you.

Slowly, he took off his hoodie, revealing the muscles on his chest and abdomen. You reached out, running your hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and strength beneath your fingertips. He shivered at his touch, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again, filled with raw need.

Lucas climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs, his hands pushing her shirt up, exposing her skin. He kissed her body, taking his time, savoring every moment. You arched beneath him, your hands gripping the sheets as his mouth moved downwards, teasing you with light kisses and flicks of his tongue.

When he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked at you, his eyes dark and hungry. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he promised, his voice a husky whisper that made your heart race.

With that, he pulled his pants down, tossing them aside. His hands caressed her thighs, spreading them apart, his gaze fixed on her center. You were already wet, aching from his touch, and when his fingers brushed against you, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips.

He leaned in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot, his tongue working its magic. You screamed, your hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, driving you crazy with pleasure. His name left your lips in a breathless chant, your body shaking as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Lucas, oh God, yes,” you gasped, your hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the orgasm that was building inside you. He growled against you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through you, sending you over the edge.

His orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as you screamed his name, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He didn’t stop, his mouth working you through the aftershocks, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, panting mess beneath him.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips glistening with his arousal, a satisfied smile on his face. He moved back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You taste amazing,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of desire.

Before you could respond, he was moving, taking off the rest of his clothes. His eyes widened as he revealed his erection, thick and hard, throbbing with need. He positioned himself between your legs, hands holding your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes, Lucas, please,” you begged, your voice shaking with anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. You both moaned at the sensation, the delicious friction, the way your bodies fit together perfectly.

correctly. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his eyes fixed on yours, full of and a mixture of love and lust.

"You're so tight, baby," he moaned, his hips beginning to move, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. "So perfect."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his back as he thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure over you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against your lips, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into you with increasing urgency. "So wet and tight, just for me."

“Yes, Lucas, just for you,” you moaned, your body arching beneath him, matching his movements, meeting each thrust with eager abandon. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies moving together, the moans and breathless sighs, the slap of skin against skin.

The pleasure grew and grew, rising higher and higher until you were on the verge of another orgasm. Lucas could feel it too, his movements becoming more frantic, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you harder and deeper.

“Come for me, baby,” he insisted, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go."

With a scream, you cried, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure so intense it left you breathless. Lucas followed you to the edge, his own release exploding inside you, filling you with his hot, pulsing seed.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, shaking after the shared ecstasy. He placed soft, tender kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, murmuring words of love and adoration.

"I love you, Lila," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

“I love you too, Lucas,” you replied, your heart swelling with the intensity of your feelings for him.

You stood there together, tangled in each other's arms, basking in the glow of your passion. The promise of more things to come lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the love and desire that brought them together.

As Lucas's breathless whisper faded into the night, the intensity between them reignited. Lila, still shaking from the aftershocks of orgasm, felt Lucas's hand sliding down her body, rough but gentle.

“Ready for more?” Lucas growled, his voice full of need.

“Yes,” Lila panted, her voice a mix of expectation and desire.

Lucas sat up, effortlessly lifting her, and turned her so she was on all fours. He admired her curvy, dark-skinned body, her blonde hair falling down her back, framing her invitingly. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and place a series of kisses along her spine, sending shivers down her spine.

His hands gripped her hips firmly, positioning her just right. She felt the head of his cock teasing her entrance again, the anticipation making her clench with need.

“please,” she whimpered, her voice shaking with raw desire.

Without further hesitation, Lucas dove into her, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden and intense sensation made them both moan, their voices echoing in the dimly lit room. He began to move, with deep, powerful thrusts, setting a relentless pace that left her breathless.

her hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you back to meet her every thrust.

Lila's moans filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel him hitting all the right spots, the intensity building inside her again. Her fingers dug into the sheets, trying to brace herself against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

He obeyed, his hips slamming into her with a force that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin against skin, filled the room, mixing with their moans and sighs. Lucas reached out, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Lucas, I'm so close,” she cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

“Come for me, Lila,” he growled, his voice husky with need. "I want to feel you coming around me."

With a scream of her name, she broke, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her shaking and gasping for air. Lucas didn't stop, thrusting into her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure until she thought she might explode from the intensity.

Feeling her tight walls squeezing him, Lucas could no longer hold back. he buried himself deep inside her, his release exploding inside her, filling her with his seed. He lay there, his body shaking with the aftershocks, before finally collapsing next to her, both of them panting and exhausted.

But the night was far from over. With a mischievous smile, Lucas turned Lila onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs again. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, his eyes dark with hunger.

Lila's eyes widened with anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through her. “Come on,” she challenged, her voice breathless but eager.

With that, Lucas began again, his movements rough and wild, driving them both to the brink of madness. The night was a blur of intense pleasure, their bodies intertwined in a primal dance of need and desire, each climax pushing them further into a state of wild ecstasy.

When dawn began to peek through the curtains, they were both completely exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Lucas hugged Lila, their hearts beating in sync, the intensity of their passion still hanging in the air.

“I told you I'd kiss you hard tonight,” Lucas whispered, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

Lila laughed weakly, her body sated and exhausted. “You sure do,” she agreed, her eyes closed as she snuggled closer to him, a satisfied smile on her lips.

And as they fell asleep, tangled in each other's arms.

[layuhsblog]

lucas x male reader?

story: m/n gets kidnapped by a mafia group, and their leader, yukhei, wants the money that the former's family owes him - it doesn't come, as they don't care about m/n.

this makes yukhei have a change of heart.

(lucas is not really a jerk, he's just trying to do his job)

Hii, I made it into a chaebol m!reader x mafia leader! lucas fic,

hope you don't mind. I've never written mafia au. So this is pure shit I'm really sorry. I'll rewrite it and make it better once I have more experience.

Thankyou for requesting and reading it. ALSO- this was an amazing request. Renegade is such a bop and he LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Thankgod there are still Lucas stans on Tumblr.

Anyway hope you tolerate this fic T-T

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN BTW!!

dk the word limit prolly 1k words

warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome???, soft boy mafia lucas, angst, fluff?, small mention of religious trauma, family's a bitch, drugging, panic attack, hyperventilating, thoughts about death, mentions murder, daddy issues?, death, swearing, badly written threats, winwin is a dick but he loves you :), Lucas being HOTTIE MAFIA LEADER OOF, kissing.

To myself- Lucas x M!reader

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Coming out to your orthodox religious family was not easy. On the surface the media thinks you're this wholesome rich family but the truth was much deeper and darker than it appeared.

You were sitting in a bar drinking away your problems when you were approached by a cute gentleman.

"Hi, rough day? May I buy you a drink?" he smiled at you

you tiredly sighed,

"If you're trying to get me into your bed, not happening."

He chuckled,

"Let me just buy you a drink, I'll walk away if you're not interested." You scanned his face, not so discreetly.

He looked cute and shy..you didn't see anything shady about him. You cautiously eyed his again and nodded. He showed a toothy grin at that.

"I'm Winwin by the way!"

"___" you replied and for the first time that night showed a slight smile.

_

A few hours had passed and Winwin started to grow on you, a couple of drinks more and your eyes started getting droopy.

Before you could call your driver to pick you; you passed out.

-

When you woke up, you had no idea where you where. Immediately you sat up and met with a throbbing headache. When you tried to get up, you realised your hands were tied. Panicked you screamed and screamed for someone to help you. You screamed till you lost your voice, and burst out crying. You had no idea what happened to you, what they'll do to you or if you'll even get out of here alive. All those thoughts became too mouth and you felt a bitter metallic taste in your mouth as your throat ran dry. You couldn't breathe. The worst of all, the room was empty except for a clock in it, it had been a long time since you were here and you were almost sure no one was looking for you.

"Ya done screaming or should I give you more of a reason to cry about?" You did not realise someone else was in the room with you. It was Winwin. Your heart sank.

"Y-you! What have you done to me!? Let me out! P-please." The last word came out as a weak plea and he laughed at your pathetic state,

"Can't, boss' orders. Yknow if he hadn't told me to bring you to him, I'd might as well taken you out on that little date." He winked at you and you were filled with disgust as fresh tears threatened to spill out from your eyes.

Your chest, throat, stomach everything hurt. You felt like you could throw up any minute.

It took you 15 minutes to calm yourself down all the while Winwin was looking at you with an amused look on his face, watching your every move like a hawk.

You were just blankly staring at a wall. The worst that can happen is they'll kill you. Who cares if you die?

-

Five hours had passed since then and you were doing nothing, feeling nothing so you closed your eyes and tried to sleep on the dirty floor. Winwin stepped out of the room to call someone, he did not realise the door is not soundproof. It sounded like he was threatening someone, probably your family you presumed.

-

"We have your son motherfucker. If you don't fucking pay us back you'll find his body in your front gate. Have fun when the headlines say 'L/n Family's Youngest son found dead on their door. It'll be fun seeing police raid your family seeing all the black money you have." he laughed

"Do what you want with him. You can't hurt my business. You're a nobody." and he heard the beeping of the phone.

-

The door, half broken and rusty slowly creaked opened and the fear you felt when you first came here returned. Winwin stood up straight and greeted the man. He had long black hair, his gaze cold, almost predatory.

"Did you hear back from those bastards?" he spat out, glaring at Winwin.

There was an awkward silence from his side and he eyed him and looked back at you. Immediately understanding what it meant, you weakly laughed.

The whole situation was so funny to you when it finally clicked.

You came from a famous family full of businessmen. People so influential that every move you made had to be absolutely perfect- however to them, you were far from it. The first shock came to your father when you were fifteen years old and told him you wanted to be an artist, that you had no interest in the business. Second and the final straw was 2 days ago when you came out to him and he disowned you.

To think such educated men could have such shallow ideals.

You remembered your mother, how loving she was. If she were here she'd definitely accepted you. You remembered how she told you crying how all this success was a lie and she wanted you to stay as far away from it as possible, afterall you weren't like your father and brothers. You remembered how you saw her that night for the last time. You remembered how you heard them fight in the other room, your brothers had left the country to pursue their studies. You remembered how you heard her scream but your door was locked from the outside. You remembered vaguely seeing a blood stain in the carpet which magically disappeared the next day. You remembered the police labelling the case as a suicide, how there was literally no evidence found- how each and every corner of the house was checked except the locker your father held the keys to.

The realisation made your blood run cold.

Your father had borrowed a large sum of money from someone years ago to start his business. He always assured your mother he'd paid them back. The situation in front of you made it clear that your father has always been a selfish bastard.

The thoughts, the questions, the suspicions hit you like a train wreck and you started laughing loudly. Both men looked at you puzzled.

"I cannot, that fucker- no one's coming for me, he killed her and he'll kill me too. I'm gonna die here anyway. That's so funny. Its always been fucking money. It's more important to him than fucking accepting his son and supporting his wife." You said between your laughs as tears spilled through your eyes

The man knelt down, his eyes softened a bit, voice comforting yet distanced, he motioned Winwin to get out of the room and spoke,

"Hey, calm down. You're not gonna die here. I'll take care of him. I'm sorry I involved you into this. I'll let you go. Just an advice, don't go back there. Get your own place, you have a chance to disappear from his life. Take it. I'm Yukhei by the way, you can call me Lucas." he smiled a bit.

You blinked in confusion, looking for any signs of humour in his words but there were none. He sounded genuine. It puzzled you how he could switch up so quickly. It made you curious to know more about him. Lord have you gone insane.

"What if I don't wanna leave. What if I want to help you get rid of him?"

And he only smiled.

"I'm not alien to murderer, rich heartless fathers." he joked,

"And I thought I was unique." he laughed at your comment. He has a nice laugh. You thought. You wanted to hear it more. Its funny to you how you feel safer with a literal mafia leader than you've ever felt with your father.

You talked some more, growing fonder of him each passing second. You realised he's not as cold as he appears. He was just doing his job and truthfully your father was just a huge dick. He has such a bright smile. His eyes had this spark when he was talking about the people he works with. He was making your heart beat faster.

He took you to his room, gave you clean clothes to change into and made you eat.

"You know, Winwin likes you- he felt bad about whatever he did." you nodded as he continued, the room suddenly felt hotter than it was as he leaned closer,

"Too bad, I want to keep you to myself" He whispered in your ear before he held your chin and connected your lips together.

-

[butvega]

amore tô com saudades das suas fic já 😪 escreve alguma coisinha soft com o lucas ou com qualquer outro EU PRECISO DISSO TO MUITO CARENTE

mana, me perdoe, isso foi tudo, menos soft kkkkkkkkk eu não consigo ser soft com esse homi 🥺

meu cachorro perguntou se você quer ficar comigo; w. wong yukhei.

avisos: masturbação!mútua, local público, sexo desprotegido, creampieeee, e alta probabilidade de você querer se pegar com o Lucas na piscina.

Piscina, cheirinho de protetor solar, sol quente. Era tudo que você tinha pedido à Deus. O sol da Califórnia queimava sua pele, enquanto seus amigos se divertiam realizando coreografias à beira da água.

Mark puxava as danças, e Lucas, de maneira desengonçada reproduzia de maneira animada.

Você passa a repará-lo. Yukhei tinha um corpo sensacional. Uma pele bronzeada difícil de ver em asiáticos, e que você particularmente apreciava demais. Gostava do jeito bobo dele, sempre sorridente, levando as coisas na positiva. Gostava dos flertes ridículos, das cantadas e do sorriso largo e bonito dele.

Voltou a beber seu drink na taça, reparando às vezes os meninos, que se divertiam entre danças e pulos na piscina. Fechou os olhos afim de aproveitar o sol, que logo foi tapado por uma sombra. Abriu os olhos curiosa, não havia nuvens no céu. Constatou que sombra, era Yukhei. Recém saído da piscina, com o corpo molhado, sorriso perfeito, e a franja molhada jogada para trás.

— Que 'cê tá bebendo? — se sentou na beira de sua espreguiçadeira, curioso.

— Gin tônica com suco de limão. Quer? — ofereceu a taça para ele, que deu um gole.

— Valeu. Na real, eu vim te fazer uma pergunta bem séria. — o sorriso sacana denunciava que de séria a pergunta não tinha nada. Você mexe com a cabeça para que ele prossiga. — Meu cachorro pediu pra perguntar se você quer ficar comigo.

E então você gargalha, e ele ri junto com você. Você o acha tão fofo, apesar das bobeiras e da suposta infantilidade. Não custa dar uma chance.

— Fala pro seu cachorro, que quando você tomar iniciativa, eu fico. — você diz, colocando novamente os óculos escuros. Percebe uma faísca aparecer nos olhos redondinhos do garoto, que olha para os lados afim de ver se alguém iria reparar caso ele te raptasse. Uhn... Não. Todos estavam bêbados, e ocupados demais.

Lucas te puxa pela mão, até a cozinha da casa alugada, que permanece bagunçada, mas vazia. A primeira reação dele, é manter seu corpo preso contra o dele, e o balcão de madeira com algumas frutas.

— Posso te beijar? — pergunta ansioso, os olhinhos encaram seus lábios com desejo. Você acena com a cabeça, tão séria e ansiosa quanto ele.

Os lábios carnudos e macios tomam os seus em deleite. Lucas é sensacional. Seu pescoço arrepia quando as mãos enormes dele apertam suas coxas, levantando seu corpo para que se sente no balcão. Logo após, a destra segue para sua cintura, afim de guiár-los, e a canhota para sua bunda, apertando com volúpia. Puxa seu corpo para o dele, apertando-se contra você. Você sente a recente ereção robusta dele roçar contra seu íntimo já aceso, onde ele não tem pena de moer.

Continua a sarrar em você, acha fofo até a maneira que ele franze o cenho entre o beijo, cada vez que aperta seu corpo contra o próprio pau duro.

— Você é muito gostosa, que isso. — ele murmura contra o beijo, mas logo para o beijo e te olha assustado. — Desculpa. Saiu do nada, não queria te desrespeitar.

— Não desrespeitou, idiota. Vai ser falta de respeito se você não me fizer gozar. — você sussurra contra os lábios do garoto, que falta ter um colapso. Morde os lábios, fazendo uma expressão de sofrimento.

Passa a reparar seu corpo, apenas de biquini, e uma luz se acende em sua cabecinha. Não podem transar ali no meio da cozinha, mas podem brincar um pouco.

Volta a te beijar, um pouco sem jeito, sem querer que você veja que ele desce um pouco do short molhado, afim de liberar o membro ereto apenas. Volta a colar os corpos, desta vez puxando um pouco sua calcinha para o lado, apenas o suficiente para que sua cabecinha possa roçar contra seu clitóris inchado. O pré gozo te mela, mas você não liga. Já estava molhada demais.

Enquanto isso, ele continua a te beijar maravilhosamente bem. Punheta a si mesmo, enquanto continua a roçar a cabecinha por toda sua fenda. Ameaça entrar, mas não entra, fica só na provocação. Você geme em seus lábios, posiciona o quadril mais pra frente, tentando fazer com que ele entre em você, mas ele sempre recua, achando graça de seu desespero.

Os próprios movimentos de sobe e desce em si mesmo ganham velocidade, a medida em que seus gemidos manhosos aumentam. Você mesma não aguenta a provocação, e goza apenas com a cabecinha em sua entrada.

Lucas não demora, morde seus lábios em meio ao beijo, e goza também, ainda com a ponta melada por dentro do seu biquini, passeando por sua intimidade encharcada.

Resmunga baixinho em meio à um gemido dengoso, enquanto expele jatos por toda sua buceta, a sujando inteira de porra.

Esperam um pouco até que as respirações normalizem, e Lucas olhe para baixo orgulhoso da bagunça que fez em você. Coloca a calcinha do biquini no lugar, e mexe um pouco com o polegar em sua parte sensível, espalhando o sêmen que ali se concentra.

— Desculpa, mas você vai voltar pra lá toda marcadinha de mim. — sela seus lábios carinhosamente. — Não quero que seja só isso. Quero que você seja minha, entende?

eu entendo, querido, entendo.

espero que goste, beiju ❤️

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

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

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

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

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CHAPTER ONE (3.6k)

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

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

“Yifan, reports?”

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

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

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

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

“What’s on your mind?”

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

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

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

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

“Always by your side.”

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

“Who is our next target?”

“Simple. Neozone.”

~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing out tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taemin gave a hum in response with a nod.

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

Ten gave a smile back to the older and waved.

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

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, okay. Wait what?!”

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

“China?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit! It’s a tra-!”

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

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

“I guess that’s our message!”

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

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

“Hey! That was a red light!!”

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

“Take the wheel.”

“What?!” Taemin shouted.

“Jesus-take the damn wheel Taemin!”

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

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

“I think… we lost them.”

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

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

“Sup, assholes.”

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

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

“you’re boss.”

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

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

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

“So be it.”

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

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

“oh, kinky.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we late, boss?”

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

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

“oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll see you soon.”

“But-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Help.” 

Notes : Welcome to my creative little mind!! I've had this story under my belt for a few years now, and I really wanted to post this because of my dear bestie @hyuuukais! I hope you guys enjoy the story, I've worked really hard on it and spent a bunch of time on it! It's my baby!! The inspiration for this was literally a collection of nct music videos and I went "oh! I wanna write a mafia story!" and well here we are! It's gonna be a long one, so jump in for the ride! If you wanna be in a taglist for this story, don't be afraid to reply and ask (18+)!

[byunbhyunz]

Lucas - “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Pairing: Lucas/Reader

Genre: fluff, boyfriend!Lucas

Word count: 513

Prompt: “I’m going to marry you one day.”

One thing’s for sure, Lucas tended to talk big. And liked too. Occasionally, he said unbelievable things without even noticing it himself.

That’s why you learned to not really give it more than a few thoughts when he did so. Whenever he talked big about something, you just reassured him you were paying attention to his words, then in the next hour you forgot about it overall.

But not with his favorite saying as of lately. It was as if he deliberately repeated himself to make sure you couldn’t forget about his words. They were always the same, and came at totally random times. Like when you helped him with remembering a word in Korean he forgot for a second. Or when you cooked his favorite Chinese dish and brought it to him to the dorms. Or that one time you defended him against the teasing of the maknae-line of his group, even though he was fine without your help too.

“I’m going to marry you one day,” he recited it with a soft look on his face, then went on continuing what he was doing beforehand after giving you a peck on the lips or cheeks.

He dropped it casually, but to you, it felt like a bomb had been thrown at you and exploded right in front of your eyes. You were fine with his sentiments most of the time, but this one somehow didn’t sit well with you. Talking big about challenges was one thing, but doing it with your feelings involved was an entirely different story for you.

So you went ahead, blurted it out one time when he brought up marriage again.

“You shouldn’t drop getting married so lazily into conversations, Yukhei,” you told him with a slight scowl on your face. Upon seeing your expression and sensing the seriousness in your voice, the smile fell from his lips, being replaced with a pout.

“But I mean it. We will get famous worldwide with the boys, then we’re going to settle and get married, and have kids together. Two boys and a girl. Or three boys and a girl.”

The look in his eyes was sincere and thoughtful. As if he already figured out your future life together, but somehow he forgot to mention it to you. You couldn’t fight back the smile that tugged on your lips, and as your eyes met, he smiled back at you.

“Next time you should let me know about things like that, too. It would be nice to know what you plan for us when I’m part of it,” you scolded him halfheartedly. Your arms were reaching out for him, the warmth in your heart making you crave for his bear-like hugs.

“I thought it was obvious. And you never denied when I mentioned it.”

“Of course you thought.” Patting his back, you nuzzled your face into his chest, inhaling his scent deeply, so maybe it will give you enough energy for the rest of your day. And even if it didn’t, the way he painted your future together certainly did.

[kp-moodboards]

soft bf yukhei

For anon

{requests open}

[mylovely-yukhei]

[3:21 pm] you hear yukhei’s sudden “y/n stop!!” as you hear his footsteps run up behind you. He bends down to tie your shoelace, “glad I caught you... I didn’t want you to fall” he says as he looks down blushing.

[ench6nt]

. . . random soft edits . . . ❤️ or 🔁 if saved!!

[pinkieditions-blog]

🍂🍂🧡Reblog/like if you use/save🧡🍂🍂

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@d4ikishi0ka D4Y!

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[joyfools]

[➳] ᴛʏᴘᴇs ᴏғ ɢɪғᴛs ᴡᴀʏᴠ ᴏғғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

[➳]𝐾𝑢𝑛: Gifts with meaning, every gift Kun gives has a special meaning, a key chain with a rainbow means the day you met, when it was raining and sunny creating a rainbow and he shared an umbrella with you, a red coat symbolizes yours second date when you ended up tearing your coat while trying to get a plushie from the high shelf of the store. That are simple gifts, nothing too expensive, but Kun always makes sure to add something or a special event to it, sometimes is occasions you don't even remember.

[➳]𝘛𝘦𝘯: personalized gifts, gifts that he makes for you himself, drawing your initials and his in a wallet or just designing a dress that has his touch in it.

[➳]𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘪𝘯: Apology gifts, gifts he buys when he needs to apologize after a discussion, expensive gifts to try to make you forgive him , as he is not very good with words he hopes that gifts and gestures shows how much he loves you

[➳] 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴: matching gifts, gifts he buys just like his own, because he thinks it's cute that you guys are matched, he loves to wear matching clothes because that shows too everyone that you're with him.

[➳]𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘯: Cute gifts, gifts that are unnecessary but he buys them because he thinks they're cute, like a panda-shaped lamp or food-shaped erasers, he gives to you but he's the one who always ends up using everything.

[➳]𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘺: Gifts for no reason, gifts that are bought after Hendery walks by a store and sees something he thinks will look good on you, he always comes with the biggest smile in the world, holding the gift as the most precious thing in the world, always says “I found something that will look great on you” and always ignores you when you complain about him always buying stuff.

[➳]𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨: Arcade gifts, when he goes to play with his friends at the arcades and always tries to get the stuffed toys for you from the claw machine, he spends hours trying to get them, refusing to leave without grabbing something, even if the cybercafe need to close doors, starts pouting if he don´t catch something and apologize a lot to you, you have to pet him and tell him it's okay a few times for him to forget.

Requests are open

networks: @knet-bakery @superm-net @neoturtles

[neosofthours]

Yukhei: *Does something weird and loud*

You: *Sigh* Why do I love you so much?

Yukhei: *Smothers you in kisses*

[soleilsuhh]

soft moments with lucas ★

﹟ requested   ೨    · ⿻  “𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡? 🥺 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 ” — @ashfire295

lucas groaned softly as you shook him but he didn’t budge or wake, his arm around your waist tightening just slightly. “y/n, go to sleep, sweetheart, the alarm hasn’t even gone off yet,” he whined but his voice was raspy and laced with sleep. a moment passed and you think he was already fast asleep as you said, “i love you.” you felt him stiffen and his eyes fluttered open. he looked at you, eyes hazy and lips parted before a grin settled on his face. he pulled you closer, nuzzling his face in your neck, “i love you too, baby,” he giddily said, pressing innocent, butterfly kisses on your jaw. he pulled back to look at you, a serious yet soft look in his eyes, “i love you.” you looked at each other, traces of happiness lingering in your eyes and on your lips until you eventually drifted off to sleep.

lucas watched you from the driver’s seat while you laughed over a joke he told; your head thrown back, wind in your hair, sunlight on your skin. just as he hit the break, reaching a stop sign, he smiled and waited for you to calm down. when you met his gaze with a lingering smile on your face, he sighed, “i think i kinda wanna marry you,” he said, “but only if you’re okay with it,” he added with a grin.

it was a delightful, quiet moment but you didn’t regret breaking it. you just had to let him know. “you’re so beautiful, lucas,” you said, one hand lovingly cupping his cheek then softly tracing his jawline. he looked up from his phone and locked eyes with you. he mirrored your actions and with a gentle hand over your cheek, he grinned gleefully. “you’re more beautiful,” he said, his voice soft as he leaned forward, playfully bumping your nose with his.

lucas cupped your cheeks as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. he pushed a few strands of hair away from your face and looked at you with a small smile. “let’s see...” he began, “a kiss here,” he pressed his lips against your forehead, “and here,” this time on the corner of your eye. the smile on his face was cheery as he heard you giggle softly despite your red, puffy eyes. “there, that pretty smile,” he said softly before cradling you in his arms, “i’ve got you, baby,”

nct masterlist.

vignettes of soft moments.