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10byten · 1 month ago

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Need you, No Manners.

✧W : 5060

✧Summary : Taeyong is just addicted to you as you are to him. So why don't you fell in love and stop resisting ?

✧Warning : Smut and Fluff.

It’s 1:30 AM and your brain’s wide awake, refusing to let you sleep. Your phone buzzes. You turn your head to your nightstand and freeze. You know exactly who it is. No one else texts you this late, and you can feel it—it’s always like this with him.

Taeyong and you met at work. Boundaries matter in this world, but somehow, you two became inseparable from the second you met. The bond between you is so intense, it’s almost… primal. He feels you just as much as you feel him. The moment you step into each other’s lives, everything shifted. Maybe to much. You’d do anything for him. He’d do anything for you. At first, it felt like coincidence, if you believe in fate—but every time, your gut would guide you to a specific place at a certain time, and you’d always run into him. No matter how electric the chemistry, you’d created this “friendly” bond under the watchful eyes of other members and staff—deeply co-dependent.

There was something almost magical in your conversations and glances, something private and intimate that no one could even touch it. You’d end up following him everywhere, whether in Korea or abroad, even when your presence wasn’t necessary. You’d spend hours in practice rooms, working on your laptop, just to be by his side at his request. You never left the building without him; if he was training, you’d wait with a book or finish a few last tasks. If you still had work, he’d crash next to you on your office couch, watching SpongeBob on his phone. Taeyong would bring your favorite sweets from abroad—those you missed from home but couldn’t find here. They’d show up at your office every month. And between breaks, he’d leave you iced jasmine tea, your favorite, just to make sure you stayed hydrated.

Every week, you’d leave a blind box and a drink in his locker, so he’d find them before a tough day. You couldn’t have a meal without him; he knew all your eating habits like you knew his. Better yet, recently, Taeyong had you make a copy of his keys. He wanted you to come and go in his apartment whenever you wanted, “just in case.”

But here’s the thing: it was slowly driving you insane. Your feelings for him became everything, and before you knew it, you were putting him at the center of your world. You realized it when, every time he left, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could still feel him everywhere—even when he wasn’t there. Then, recently, you spent the night at his place. You were on the couch, both of you half asleep, and Taeyong pulled you into him, arms around you. Slowly, his touches turned soft, his head resting on the curve of your neck. He was like a kitten, begging for affection.

You found yourself dangerously close to his face, his lips. You hesitated for a second—one move, and your lips would meet his. You don’t know where you found the self-control, but somehow, you managed to pull yourself up and leave his place, pretending you had an important early meeting that forced you to go back and get some sleep.

Taeyong knew you were lying. He knew your schedule better than you knew it yourself. He’d synced it with his, tracking your every move. And he knew. He tried to get you to stay. “You can sleep here,” he said. His voice calm, but there was something heavy behind it. You’d slept in the same bed on tour before, dozing off mid-conversation. But this? This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t friendly. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t end well.

“No, I’m going home.” He sat up on the couch and grabbed your hand before you could even make it to the door. You turned to face him. His eyes were sleepy, focused on your fingers as they intertwined with his. “Why.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. And you didn’t know if you could resist it. “Taeyong, I...” you struggled to find the words. He shot up, standing in front of you now, his gaze pleading. “Just for tonight, and tomorrow we can act like nothing happened.” You were so close to giving in, but this was just sex he was offering, and you knew that if you crossed that line, your feelings would take on a whole new dimension. “I have to go, sorry.”

You had to set a boundary with your feelings. You hadn’t been hired to fall for him. Your friendship? That was already a bonus. Above all, you’d fought hard to get to where you were in your career. You couldn’t throw all of that away just for a crush. Even though, deep down, you knew you were already way past the crush stage. That’s why, a few days, maybe weeks ago, you decided to stop responding to his private messages and calls. You knew his schedule by heart, had access to his calendar online—you knew where and when to be to avoid running into him. You needed space. You needed distance, for both of you. And you felt guilty for Taeyong, wondering what he was thinking on his side. His messages? They hit you hard, made you feel his pain, his confusion.

-Do you need anything? I’m at the grocery store near your place. I can drop something off if you want. - *Photo* Miss u - I left a iced tea on your desk. Hope you have a good day - The practice sessions are so empty without you - Haven’t heard from you much except for your work emails… - I miss you, please answer me

So many messages, so many small gestures that just made your heart ache even more, convincing you that keeping your distance was the right thing to do. You hated doing this to him, but it was slowly discouraging him from texting you. At least, that’s what you hoped.

And tonight? He’s texting you again. You turn around, grabbing your phone, you need to know what he’s saying—it’s visceral, stronger than you. At first, Taeyong respected your space, but after seeing you walk in this morning with Johnny, both of you holding coffees from the same place, he felt like someone had shoved a knife into his chest. This time, his messages were more direct.

- Are you trying to make me pay for that night or do you just not know how to get rid of me, so you’re ghosting me instead?

- I’m sorry, that’s not it. I just need to focus right now, I don’t have time for distractions.

- Miracle, you respond. Distractions?

- Please don’t take this the wrong way

Tyong’s calling

You don’t answer.

-You’re just gonna ignore me again?

-Taeyong, this... whatever this is between us, it’s not normal. We need some distance.

- What?

- I think some space would be good for us. We need a break.

- Is that what you want?

- It’s what we need.

- Okay.

You know Taeyong doesn’t get it. You also know that if something happens between you two and someone finds out, you’ll lose your job. The worst-case scenario? It leaks outside of the company, and no one would trust you with anything ever again.

The days that followed felt long and gray. You had no interaction with Taeyong anymore and were actively avoiding any direct contact with the 127 members. But then, one evening, you find your monthly package from Taeyong sitting on your desk. When you meet Irene, someone you’ve become close with since arriving, you feel uneasy. Finding that gesture from him kind of threw you off. Up until now, you hadn’t planned on talking about any of this, but Irene’s an idol, she knows Taeyong well, and if there’s anyone who might understand and listen, it’s her.

“Oh wow, didn’t see that coming.” “I know, it wasn’t planned at all and—” “No, I’m not talking about your feelings for Taeyong, I’m talking about your decision.” “Wait, what? Why?” “Because I know Taeyong, and if you two cross that line, sure, it could be dangerous for his career, but only if you’re not serious or if you’re not discreet. And that’s not him. He’d do anything to protect you and protect your relationship from outside eyes.” “How can you be sure about that?” You’re a little shaken by what she’s just said. “Because, again, I know him. And I think you should give him a chance, trust him to handle this situation. If there’s one person who can pull it off, it’s him. And I really think he’d want to take that risk with you.” “How can you say that? You had no idea about this situation before tonight.” “Of course I did. Everyone close to 127 knows about the... unusual chemistry you two have developed.” “Oh—”

Irene’s words keep replaying in your head. The part where she says Taeyong could manage and protect you both doesmake you want to believe in it. You know there’s a version of this story where he could truly enter a relationship with you, where you’d fall in love. But the part where she says others have already noticed the chemistry between you two makes you uneasy. That’s proof enough that you’re putting yourselves in danger by staying so close. It’s all too much to process, and you almost want to text him to talk about it, but you drop the idea. You don’t have the strength to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow’s a big event for the company, and there will be tons of people there. You’ve planned to focus and avoid any NCT members as much as possible.

When you arrive at the event, a lot of people are already there. That was the goal: arrive as late as possible to make sure the place is packed and you won’t run into a single 127 member who’d stop to make small talk, eventually bringing the others, including Taeyong, into the mix. Of course, you can count on Mark and Haechan, who spot you at the entrance and immediately drag you to their table. “Why haven’t you been around lately?” “Are you avoiding us?” Haechan chimes in. “Or worse, do you not like us anymore?” “That’s exactly it. I’ve always thought your music was awful, and now I’m realizing you’re terrible people too,” you joke. “No, seriously, why don’t you come see us in practice anymore?” Deep down, they all know it’s about Taeyong. When it’s you, it’s always about him. “I’ve just been swamped with work, I’m sorry. I don’t have as much time as before.” Taeyong’s been watching you from across the table since you sat down, his gaze sharp. You’re lying, and even though he knows you can’t tell the truth, it still annoys him. You choose to ignore his reactions. It’s for the best. The night goes on, and you decide to call it a night when you see that most people are starting to leave, and the alcohol’s kicked in. Over everything else, you can feel Taeyong’s eyes on you all night. You can’t take it anymore. Every time you turn your head, you inevitably lock eyes with him. His gaze is filled with desire and sadness. He’s unavoidable. You’re sitting in a corner chatting with Ten and Irene when the song No Manners starts. Taeyong’s in the middle of talking to some other artists, but his eyes never leave you. God, he wishes he were in Ten’s place. He’d give anything to be close to you. It kills him that you’ve barely had any interaction tonight. Before, you wouldn’t have left each other’s side the entire evening, and he would’ve taken you home, just the two of you, talking for hours in your little cocoon. You look up at him when Ten sings, looking straight at him. And you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re holding his gaze, but you feel an unbearable pull toward him. Your heart races, and you’re breathing heavier, like you’re too warm. He makes you feel hot. His eyes, filled with longing and emotions, set your body on fire. Now that he’s finally got your attention, he gives you a small nod, as if to say, come join me. He wants to talk to you, just the two of you. It would be so much easier to resist him if he weren’t looking so damn good tonight—in that silk, low-cut black blouse, the jewelry that makes him shine, and those jeans that highlight his long, lean frame. You want to go to him, but you don’t feel sober enough to face him like this. You’re not free from him yet, not enough to withstand this kind of moment. “Honestly, no one’s ever going to forget that iconic performance from Taeyong,” Ten says, like a dagger to your chest. It’s only the beginning of the song, and you decide to leave before hearing his voice. You wave goodbye to your friends and quickly make your exit. You completely ignore Taeyong as you pass by him. He feels it like a shockwave. It’s too much for him. How long are you going to play this game? He knows you want him too. He’s always felt it. At least, he hopes he’s not wrong.

He takes your place between Ten and Irene, rests his head in his hands, and sighs desperately. She taps his shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Go catch her." "She doesn't want us to have any contact anymore, you can see she's ignoring me." "Because she can't resist you, that's obvious." He glares at her. "Seriously Taeyong, do I really need to tell you that this girl is crazy about you? She's just trying to avoid trouble with the hierarchy." "Wait, is that why?" "Trust me Taeyong, she's crazy about you. She's just afraid you two won't be able to handle it, so go after her and prove to her that you can be the man she needs and protect her. Take the lead."

Taeyong stares at her for a second and then gets up faster than ever to chase after you. Ten looks at Irene. "Well, here we go."

He finds you in the hallway, the music still thumping in the background.

“Y/n!” He calls out, voice urgent.

“Not now, Taeyong.”

But he doesn’t give you a choice. Irene just told him to take the lead, and he’s determined to prove he can handle this.

Before you can even process, he grabs you by the waist and spins you around, slamming you against the wall.

“Taeyong—”

“Shut up.” His voice is a low growl, so close you can feel his breath against you, and it’s driving you wild. He holds your gaze, searching for any sign of resistance. But your eyes tell him everything he needs to know—you want him to stay, you want him to finish what he started.

Taeyong doesn’t hesitate. The music is loud, but the timing feels almost too perfect—his part begins. He inches closer, his lips dangerously close to yours, the air heavy with tension.

“Dancing on my backseat, You look so yeah senchi.”

His forehead presses to yours, his words soft yet filled with meaning as he murmurs, “Got me comma, commas I’m addicted to you, toxic.”

You don’t really get what’s happening, but you know you love it, and damn, it feels so good—way too good. You have no desire, no strength left to resist him. He slides his hands over your waist and grasps them firmly with his fingers to arch you over and press you fully against him. This leads you to feel his boner against you. And oh god, there’s no denying it—this moment hits Taeyong just as hard as it hits you.

You let out a soft moan.

“Naege dallyeo naneun dalliji Put the pedal to the metal maedalliji neoye maeryeok You the answer, never question urin eopji got no manners ppittakhage neoneun naenshi nan shideu.”

One of his hands slides up to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around it effortlessly. Then, his palm cradles your jaw as his thumb brushes your cheek, finally resting on your lower lip. His narrowed eyes lock onto yours.

“Urin beautiful neomu beautiful, Don’t say thank you or nothing, Criminal so cynical.”

He leans into your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he keeps murmuring against you, each word feeling like a kiss. You sigh with pleasure.

“But we need to learn some manners, bichi na bichi na.” His mouth hovers over yours. “I’m addicted to you, toxic, I’m addicted to you, toxic.” he murmurs those last words.

His eyes glazed with desire, he pulls his thumb away from your lip and presses his mouth to yours. Your body reacts instantly to his. But the sound of heels echoing nearby pulls you out of your daze. You break the kiss—well, almost.

“Taeyong, wait, stop, just a second.”

He keeps kissing along your cheeks. “What now?”

“This isn’t a good-ahh—”

He cuts you off by sucking on your neck, pressing you harder against the wall as he hikes your leg up against him. He murmurs against your lips, “Remind me why we’re taking a break from each other. Hmm? It’s oviously insane. I think we both know what we want.” He pulls back to look into your eyes. “It’s obvious to everyone but you that we’re falling in love, so just let go and fall with me.”

You’re speechless. To hell with your job—there’s only one Lee Taeyong. You slide your hand up his neck and crash your lips against his. You feel like you’ve waited a lifetime for this. His hands are everywhere on you, and you never want him to let go. The kiss grows more urgent, the two of you like starving people finally given a taste of chocolate. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him like your life depends on it.

He slows the pace. “I know I started this, but we should go somewhere more private.”

You steal one more kiss, unable to fully break away. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You keep kissing for another moment before he laughs. “Y/n, we really need to get out of here.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

He grabs your hand, as you runaway like two child. Once you arrive at his place, you barely make it through the door before you wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head against his back. He grips your arms, holding you close.

“I can’t believe you wanted to deprive us of this,” he murmurs. He turns around to face you, cupping your face with his hands. “I won’t let anything come between us, you have to trust me. Not at work, not in our private lives. I’ll protect you and I’ll protect us from the rest of the world, from prying eyes. Since you walked into my life, you’ve been my priority. How could you not see that?”

“I’m sorry. You’re my priority too. And I want you more than anything.”

“Don’t push me away again, unless you’re sure you don’t want me anymore.” He finally kisses you, his lips somehow even sweeter than before. His touch is confident and firm, as if he’s trying to imprint you onto his skin.

Your jacket falls to the floor as Taeyong’s fingers trace along the straps of your dress. He slides them off your shoulders, and your dress drops to the ground.

You find yourself standing there in your underwear in front of him, and he takes a moment to just admire you. His tongue slips into your mouth, and between kisses, he asks, “Tell me, what do you want right now? I want to show you how well I can take care of you.”

You look at him, captivated by how far Taeyong seems willing to go for you, for your pleasure. You blush, hesitating to answer. He smile softly. “You’ve got something on your mind, but you’re too shy to ask.”

You shake your head, too embarrassed to admit it. He plants soft kisses along your neck and wraps his arms around you with such passion. “Tell me. You know you can ask me for anything.”

“It’s about earlier…” He looks at you, intrigued, and a spark flashes in his eyes. He smirk, shaking his head—he knows. “Your desire is my command.”

He lifts you effortlessly and carries you to the living room, laying you down on the carpet. His kisses trail down your body, from your neck to your belly button.

You moan; it feels so good. Then he sits up to take off his shirt. He pulls away just enough to get into position, his eyes never leaving yours. And under your mesmerized gaze, he starts his No Manners choreography.

When his hands graze around you, a shiver runs down your spine, watching him do this so close to you. And then the moment you’ve been craving finally comes—he grinds against you in that wave-like move that’s haunted your thoughts so many times. He finishes with a deep, passionate kiss.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moan.

“See? I know you better than anyone. I can take care of you, love.”

“Pleease, Taeyong, take care of me.”

“Of course.”

You turn, face down and arch your back to present him your ass. You want him to take you now. He presses himself against you, growling softly in your ear as he kisses your shoulder, all while sliding his pants and your panties down. He aligns his dick with your entrance and slowly penetrates you. You feel every inch of him slowly pushing inside you, and the movement feels just as sensual as it does romantic.

Taeyong brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as he plants soft kisses along your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

He sighs in pleasure as he starts to move, finding a rhythm that has you melting beneath him. His little moans send you to another dimension.

You’d always wondered what Taeyong would be like in bed, and a part of you was convinced he was a switch—which secretly drove you wild. You also had a feeling he’d be sensitive. And you were right. You could feel it in every touch, firm yet achingly tender. His movements become smoother and more fluid, and you feel his cock surge inside you, he's going to cum, already, you feel it.

He pulls out and lets out a shaky breath. You whine as you turn to face him. “Nooo, what are you doing?”

Running a hand through his hair, he gives you an embarrassed smile. “I’m gonna come if I keep going, Y/n. It’s been too long—I need to pace myself if you want this to last.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get you going again.” You crawl toward him on all fours, and his eyes widen, completely captivated by your every move.

You lean against his thighs, gently wrap your fingers around his sex and start pumping him up and down.

His head falls back, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through him. You watch his face contort with bliss, and the sight alone satisfies you—but you crave more. Leaning in closer, you start by kissing his tip, then wrap your mouth around his all dick. Taeyong moans in pleasure, his high-pitched whimpers are like music to your ears.

He looks down at you, completely lost in his bliss. His hand rests on your head—not to push, just to feel connected to you. Your pace steadies, and you tighten your mouth around him. You catch it the moment you feel his whole body tense up. His breath is all ragged.

“Y/n, I gonna cum, you need to pull away." He places a gentle hand on your cheek.

You look at him and tighten your lips, not letting go. It's an invitation to come in your mouth. You can see tears in his eyes and god it turns you even more.

“Oh my- aahh Y/n…I can’t hold back, sorry."

He comes within a second. And you don’t take your eyes off him, to catch this moment. You swallow everything he gives you. You release his cock in a lil pop.

He opens his eyes again, all groggy and satisfied, then leans in to kiss you.

"Thank you... that was incredible."

You smile against his lips. "This is just the beginning."

You're back to pumping his dick. Taeyong flinches and lets out a whimper, “It’s sensitive.”

“I know baby, but you told me you’ll take care of me right?”

“Of course I will..oh”

His body’s shaking—you’re overstimulating him.

“Let me eat you, please.” he's pleading you.

“No, I want you inside of me.” You can't wait anymore

He rests his forehead against yours, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. “Oh my- I’ll never get enough of you.”

He slides two fingers over your folds and penetrates you with one thrust. You flinch and cry out as you feel his fingers thrust into you.

“Here, you wanted to feel me inside of you.”

His hands are quick and firm, his fingering you in a way you could never touch yourself.

You feel the tension building inside you. Gripping his shoulders, straddling him, you try to hold yourself steady. But your body’s shaking—what Taeyong’s doing to you is too intense, too much for you to handle.

"Yong, I can’t stand…”

“It’s ok, I got you”

He plants a soft kiss at the corner of your lips. Your grip on his shoulders loosens—your arms can’t hold on anymore. As you start to fall back, he catches you, pulling you close. You melt into his embrace, and just like that, you feel more than safe; you feel like you truly belong, right there with him. Your orgasm transcends you; you've never had one so strong that it had such an effect on you.

When you open your eyes, you see Taeyong completely mesmerized by what he's looking at down below, he's already starting to jerk off again. You just squirted. You didn't knex you could do that.

You blush, feeling horribly embarrassed for ruining his carpet.

“Oh my god Tae, I’m confused.”

He bites his lip. “Will you do it again ?”

“Well…it’s up to you.”

You blush a little when Taeyong catches your gaze, surprised, and you smile at him. “I’ve never done this before, not alone, and definitely not with any other guy.”

He kisses you, deep and slow, proud of what you just said. “Told you, no one can take care of you like I can.”

“I want more Taeyong.” you whisper.

He pulls you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly, taking you to the bedroom. Lying on the bed, you watch him, wondering how you ever thought you could live without him.

He lays on top of you, movements soft and tender. He traps your face between his arms, showering you with gentle kisses all over. Your hands wander down his back, nails scratching lightly. He shivers. And just like in the living room before, he slowly penetrates you so that you feel every inch of it enter you. You dig your nails into his skin, and he lets out a soft moan. He finds a steady rhythm, gently placing a hand on your cheek, almost tenderly. He kisses you, slow and deep, before pulling away to look at you. His backstrokes are strong and sure, you're in nirvana.

He lifts you, sitting you on top of him. Now you're straddling him, sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around him as you face him. He put his hand against your pussy and the friction of your clitoris against his fingers provokes a new orgasm that hit you so hard.

Taeyong buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out the softest moan. You find those sounds as sexy as they are adorable. You know you’ll never be able to get enough of them. His body turns warm, his breath shallow. He starts mumbling softly against your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Y/n, I'm sorry."

“Don’t be, just enjoy, my love, that’s all I want.”

He moans, tightening his grip around your waist as he hears your words. You feel all his muscles tense, and Taeyong lifts you slightly to pull away. He jerk, still hidden in your neck, pressed against you. And finishes with a soft groan, he murmured your name, while painting your belly with his hot cum.

You still hold him in your arms, cuddling him.

His orgasm was strong, you can feel it. For Taeyong, it's months of frustration finally being satisfied.

He lays you down and settles against you. His misty eyes study you intently.

“I thought you’d never come back to me.”

“I know, me too...”

He runs a hand through your hair and props himself up on his elbow. “I hated it. It killed me, you became the greatest part of my life.” He kisses you deeply. “I missed you. I missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry.”

“Then it’s okay, you trust me now?”

You nod, silently agreeing.

“Either way, you don’t have a choice. I won’t let you go this time. And I know exactly how to convince you to give in. No manners, right?" he smirk, making fun of you. "Didn’t know that performance would have this effect on you.”

You blush slightly. “Oh shut up.”

“I’ll do this every night if that’s what you want, my love.” He kisses you again.

“You’ll take care of me, right?” you smile.

“I will, as long as you let me.”

In the week that follows, you and Taeyong fall back into your routine. And, of course, in private, it’s much more.

One evening in the practice room, you joke around with Haechan while Taeyong watches you, completely in awe.

"So, everything’s good between you two now?"

Taeyong smiles like a little kid. "Yeah, she just needed me to reassure her. And that’s exactly what I did. I said what needed to be said." He pauses when you look at him, his heart racing for you. He joins you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laugh with the others.

You push him away, but not really trying.

"Taeyong, we talk about discretion. Not in front of everyone..."

He pouts, then playfully smacks your cheek.

"I know but..between us, no manners” he whimpers in your ears.

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moncherijoie · 11 months ago

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I need a fluff Taemin where him and reader are dating in private

𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓★

ᴛᴀᴇᴍɪɴ

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

In the corner of a dimly lit café, you and Taemin find refuge from the relentless glare of the spotlight. Here, in the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee, you share stolen moments of intimacy away from the prying eyes of the world. Taemin, known for his mesmerizing performances on stage, finds himself captivated by the genuine laughter and sparkling eyes of you, a woman whose presence illuminates his world in ways he never thought possible.

"You look so beautiful tonight honey." "Can you stop?" You said in response to him. Looking away as your face began to flush.

"It hurts when I have to be away from you most of the time." Taemin held your hand and caressed it with his thumb. "But I feel safe and secure when I'm with you again."

You look back at Taemin who is now admiring your features. "When do I get to see you again?" You asked. That was all on your mind. You didn't want to worry about the next time anymore.

Taemin pushed some hair strands behind your ear before cupping your face. "Whenever you want because you're my star and I'll do anything for you."

You smiled before he pulls you in for a kiss.

"I'm thankful for you." You said once the two of you separate. "I'm thankful for your mother. Since she made the biggest blessing in my life." He always go over the top to compliment you.

You hid your face in your hands as Taemin laughed softly. "Hurry up and eat, something's waiting for you at my apartment." You eyes glistened as you hurry to finish your food.

Taemin admiring you the whole time as raindrops hit the window.

You were his whole universe.

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headintheclouds-posts · 2 years ago

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hiii luv <33

can you do a smutty thingy with kai (from exo) where the reader gives him a handjob/blowjob while he's working ??

big fan here btw :33

Hello sweetie, thank you so much <3 I hope you enjoy

Smutty, some swearing.

Your currently curled up on the old leather sofa that sat in the corner of the studio waiting for your boyfriend to finish recording for the day. He was about to be releasing a new track and was currently working on adding the finishing touches to the song.

You don't even know how long you had been waiting at this point, but you could feel the boredom taking its toll on you as you scroll mindlessly through Tiktok.

Soon enough a familiar song plays through your device and you find yourself staring at your own boyfriends famous fan-cam for his groups hit song 'Love Shot'. You can't help but stare as his fit body moves to the music causing heat to rise up on your cheeks.

Your eyes flicker up to look at the man in question who still working on his song, not knowing the affect he was having you. You start to take in his features, the way he bites down on his bottom lip to concentrate or the strong hands holding on to the arm rest, causing the veins to stick out.

'Fuck, he's pretty' you think to yourself before pulling yourself off the sofa. The need to show him the affect he had on you grew as you make your way under the desk slowly, unable to control yourself.

Soon enough your face to face with his crotch and you bring your hand to his bulge, rubbing your palm against it. The action caused him to jump slightly as he looks down at your not so innocent face.

No words are said between you and he smirks at your knowing look before pulling his chair back into a more comfortable position. You waste no time unbuttoning his trousers and sliding them along with his boxers down past his knees.

Though you had seen his naked body many times, you still found yourself shocked at his size. His member was long and thick and it made your mouth salivate at the size of it.

It one swift movement you wrapped your hand at the base of his shaft and took the tip in your mouth, sucking hard, causing him to shift beneath you.

“Shit, baby” he grunts as his hips jerk towards you, hoping to get more of himself between your lips. You used your hand holding the shaft to pump him more as you sucked more on the top, contorting your tongue to lap up his pre-cum.

You eventually started working your way down his member, hollowing out your cheeks and moaning against him which caused sensual vibrations to run through his body and he groaned loudly in ecstasy at the feeling.

At this point, his hand had found it’s way to grasp your hair, tugging slightly when you teased him. You slowly take more of him in your mouth, trying to fit as much of him in as possible, this act alone made him grunt and shift beneath you.

Your hands pumped what your mouth couldn’t fit and you bobbed your heads at a steady pace, licking and sucking against his shaft. Eventually you felt his body tense beneath you and his hand gripped harder against your hair.

“Baby, I’m so fucking close” he gasped as his breath became more ragged. It wasn’t long before he became undone inside your mouth, letting out loud curses and moans.

You slowly stood up afterwards and moved forward to caress his face as he tried to collect himself which was proving difficult.

“You’re perfect you know that” he says, pulling up his trousers and pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose.

“Actually I think it’s you that’s perfect” you respond as he envelopes you in a warm hug.

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techtechonmymind · 2 years ago

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now, kibum… he’s a sensitive boy - don’t hurt his feelings like that 😂

#we’ll get an apology bowowowow in a few days lol #he was about to risk it all for you in the superm dcm reaction lol #nct #shinee #taeyongie 🌸#video 🎥#kibum❣️

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baejl · 2 months ago

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playing soldier

red velvet 6th member au / superm 8th member au

jaebeom spends his first weekend back home after enlisting and jaein has a sudden reaction

WARNINGS: angst - this is my first angst afte a while, hope you guys like it.

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When Jaein's pregnancy came out to the public, everyone would ask her the same thing: how'd she balance the idol-mom-wife routine?

And, as expected, Jaein avoided that question as much as she could. Mainly because she didn't have to worry about it.

Everything was already settled with SM and, as for the 'wife' part, well, it wasn't like she wasn't already spending most of her days at Jaebeom's house, living a married life during the weekends.

But, the girl forgot about one small detail: Jaebeom's enlistment.

Jaein knew his compromise to the nation. After all, he was a citizen just like any other Korean man. But, gosh, that was hard! - especially when you have a six-month-old baby and is starting the preparations for a comeback.

Luckily, she had a huge network: her family, members, and some nannies she'd eventually hire when things were too intense - the latter being dismissed after some photos and data of John were leaked 'suddenly'.

However, Jaein missed her husband. More than his father figure, she missed not being in charge all the time and having some time to just be his girl, turning her brain off of the world, not caring about a single thing but when they were going to cuddle again.

The loud crying in the living room brought Jaein back to reality. Her days were a chaotic blur of toddler tantrums, sleepless nights, grueling rehearsals, outfits fitting, late-night studio sessions... Jaebeom had now enlisted a few months ago, leaving her to handle everything on her own.

While she prided herself on being independent, the pressure was beginning to crack her. She could feel it.

When Jaebeom finally called her after a whole week, telling her he'd be having the weekend off, she felt like she had just won the lottery. He came home to John already starting to babble something like "dad" and toddling into his arms.

With that, for the first time in weeks, Jaein allowed herself to exhale. The love of her life was home, even if just for a weekend.

But, as the day went on, instead of feeling relieved, Jaein found herself growing more and more irritable. Watching Jaebeom lounge on the couch, playing with John while she scrambled to prepare lunch, clean up toys, and mentally rehearse the choreography she was supposed to practice the next day, a storm began brewing inside her.

By the time John went down for his nap, the apartment was eerily quiet, but inside Jaein’s head, the noise was deafening. Her chest felt tight, her mind racing with everything she had to do—dinner to prepare, choreography to rehearse, emails from SM to answer, and the persistent guilt of wondering if John felt neglected.

She glanced over at Jaebeom, who was lying on the couch scrolling through his phone, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched a funny video.

And something inside her snapped.

She slammed the kitchen cabinet shut, the sound cutting through the silence like a whip.

Jaebeom glanced up, startled.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

Jaein turned, glaring at him.

"What’s wrong? Seriously, Jaebeom? Look at me!” she raised her voice. “I’m running myself into the ground trying to keep this family afloat, and you’re just sitting there, scrolling through your phone like you don’t have a care in the world."

Jaebeom blinked, sitting up.

"Whoa, where is this coming from?” he chuckled, nervously. “I just got back, Jaein. Can I not have a moment to relax?"

"A moment to relax?" Jaein repeated, already screaming at this point.. "Do you know what I would give for a moment to relax? I can’t even sit down without thinking about the million things I still need to do! I’ve been doing this alone for months, Jaebeom. Months! And the second you come home, you act like you’re some guest here instead of John’s father or my partner."

Jaebeom’s jaw tightened.

"That’s not fair. You know I’d be here if I could."

"Would you?" Jaein shot back, her voice trembling with anger. "Because it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you’ve checked out like you’ve accepted that this is my problem to deal with while you’re out there, playing soldier for the next two years."

"Playing soldier?" Jaebeom’s voice dropped, low and hurtful.. He stood, his height towering over her, but she didn’t back down. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t do anything else. "Do you have any idea what it’s like for me over there? To wake up at 5 a.m. every day, march for hours, follow orders, and not even have the freedom to come home when I want? Do you think I’m on some vacation?"

"Well, I think you’re lucky!” Jaein yelled, her voice cracking. "You get to focus on one thing. Just one thing! You don’t have to juggle a screaming toddler, a demanding career, and a house that always feels like it’s falling apart. You don’t have to wonder if your son feels abandoned because you’re too busy performing for the world to read him a bedtime story!"

"Don’t you dare!” he debated. “Don’t you dare act like I don’t care about John. I love him as much as you do."

"Then show it!" Jaein cried, tears streaming down her face now. "Because all I see is you coming home, taking the easy moments, and leaving me to deal with everything else. Do you think loving him is enough? It’s not. He needs you here. I need you here."

Jaebeom’s jaw tightened, his voice low but firm.

"Don’t say I don’t see it, Jaein. I see how hard you’re working, and I admire you for it. But you’re acting like I don’t care, like I’m not sacrificing anything. I miss John too. I miss you. Do you know how much it kills me to not be here for you, to not be here for our son?"

"Then why does it feel like I’m doing this alone?" she shot back, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "Why does it feel like I’m trying and trying and trying, and you’re just... watching?"

Jaebeom’s eyes flared.

"Because I don’t know how to help you when you won’t even let me in! You keep everything bottled up, and then you explode like this. I can’t fix it if you won’t tell me what you need."

"I need you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the apartment. "I need you to be here! I need you to take some of this weight off my shoulders because I can’t carry it all by myself anymore!"

Her words hung in the air, the silence that followed deafening. Jaein’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. Jaebeom looked at her, his expression softening as he saw just how much pain she was in.

Jaein followed her way to John's room, not really caring about Jaebeom calling her name. She had to calm herself, otherwise, she'd say even more things she'd absolutely regret later.

She didn't even know why she went to John's room. That was like her safe place. A place where she could just forget about all the problems in the world and focus on the most precious person in the world: her son. John had become her anchor in the chaos, a tiny person who didn’t care about schedules, criticisms, or the burdens she carried. He only cared that she was there.

Stroking his soft hair, Jaein felt an overwhelming mix of love and guilt. A perfect mix of two people that were truly, madly, deeply in love with each other. Although people would say John was the spitting image of her, Jaein couldn't spot the similarities. All she could see was a mini Jaebeom lying on his crib and that made her heart shrink even more. She had promised herself she’d hold everything together for him, but tonight had proved how fragile her resolve had become.

After checking if everything was fine with her little one, she followed her way to her bedroom.

Jaebeom’s silhouette against the bedroom window was the first thing she noticed as she entered. His shoulders, usually so broad and assured, were slumped in defeat. The tension between them still lingered, but seeing him like that chipped away at her defenses. She hadn’t meant to lash out the way she did. It wasn’t entirely his fault - he was doing what was required of him, fulfilling his duties. But that didn’t make her feelings any less valid.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Jaein wiped at the tears she didn't even notice was falling, her hands shaking. Jaebeom stepped closer, his eyes full of regret.

"I didn’t want to upset you," he said quietly, his voice raw. "I hate seeing you like this, Jaein. I hate feeling like I’m failing you. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you the way you need me to be. I thought... I thought you were handling it. You’re so strong, Jaein. Sometimes, I forget that even you have limits.”

She looked up at him, her face crumpling.

“I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m failing. Everything and everyone."

Jaebeom pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed against his chest.

“You’re not failing,” he murmured. “You’re doing everything you can, and it’s more than enough. I should have seen how much you were struggling. I should have been there for you, even from a distance. I’m so sorry."

Jaein clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt.

"I don't know how much I can keep doing this." she confessed.

"You don't have to do it alone anymore," he said firmly. “I'll call more. I'll make sure you know that I’m here, even when I’m not. We’ll get through this, Jaein.”

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marksdaydreams · 2 years ago

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— religious

Mark can’t take his eyes off you.

He can’t believe he got this lucky, he can’t believe you’re this beautiful, this ethereal; his stare burns through you and pins you in place. His gaze is so feral and yet so soft for you — it makes you shiver. His bright eyes drink you in like you’re the only thing that ever mattered in this world, the only thing that mattered to him; he wants to be the only one for you, now, and forever.

He walks up to the edge of the bed and sits at your feet, reaching out to massage them softly. You cock your head in mild surprise, but don’t question it — this was one of those days when Mark liked to take his time, worshiping every inch of what belonged to him. His smile mirrors yours as he pulls himself further up the bed, settling between your legs and running his hands down your thighs.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asks, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “How am I supposed to know anything when you look like this?”

You run your fingers along the nape of his neck. Mark lets out a long sigh and you absently wonder how tired he was. Your hands run along his toned arms, gently coaxing him closer to you. Mark pulled away slowly, his eyes taking in every tiny detail of your face as if memorizing it, and it embarrassed you somehow. He smiled when he saw the color tinting your cheeks, taking it as an excuse to press feather light kisses on your face.

“You’re gonna make me forget who I am,” Mark mumbled, still grinning, “Are you going to take responsibility for who I’m about to become?”

“Who do you want to be?”

Mark scoffs at your words.

As his lips find their way home, his answer melts on your tongue — yours.

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writemekpop · 2 years ago

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Live A Little | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)

Summary: You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

Genre: Friends to lovers AU

Word count: 1k @tyongie

“Ten, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”

You watched in horror as your best friend Ten ran out from under the bridge, right into the thunderstorm.

Ten stood in the middle of the empty road, arms flung out, face tilted up to the sky.

Thick, warm drops of monsoon rain soaked him in an instant. The rain slid down his body, darkening his clothes and making his T shirt cling to his slim, muscled frame.

Ten turned to look at you, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.

He cocked two fingers at you.

“Come here,” he said, smirking.

“No way! I don’t want to catch a cold!”

Ten just smiled, and turned his head to the sky once more. His handsome face was smooth, blissful. The rain soaked his plump lips.

Your eyes traced the droplets that curved down his Adam’s apple and pooled in his collar bones. The sight of him sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Ten had never looked less like your loveable best friend. He looked like a beautiful stranger.

Not one drop of rain had touched crisp white shirt and business skirt. You could feel your bra digging into your skin, and your tight bun made your head throb.

You wanted to be carefree like Ten. You wanted him to lick your wounds and kiss your worries away. A strange feeling was swelling inside you. You realised that Ten was the answer to every question that had filled your head since you got here.

The realisation that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a truck.

You pulled out your bun, letting your hair fall past your shoulders.

Then, you took a deep breath and stepped out from under the bridge.

The rain drenched your body. It was warm, soothing your tightly wound muscles, coaxing a moan from your lips.

Ten’s head turned towards the sound.

He walked towards you. His sly smirk transformed into a full-on grin by the time he reached you.

“Look who finally let her hair down,” Ten teased, twirling a soaked curl of your hair between his fingers.

You grasped Ten’s hand and pressed it against your chest, hoping he could feel your thundering heartbeat under his palm.

Ten’s brows quirked up.

Your words died on your lips. What did you want?

“I want – I want to be free like you,” you said, gulping. “I want… to be passionate like you. I want…”

Ten hummed, pretending to think.

Ten watched you with cold interest. “Is that all?”

“I want you,” you finally said.

“You just have to do one thing,” he said, trying not to smile.

“Anything,” you gasped.

“Close your eyes.”

You let your eyelids fall shut. Your whole body felt alive, every cell was pulsing.

At first, nothing happened. All you could feel was the rain splashing against your face. You stayed still, hoping, praying…

Then, suddenly, you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours.

You gasped. You had never kissed your friend before. You didn’t even think you were his type. But the more you kissed, the more right it felt. It was like something had been missing in your relationship all these years, and this was it. Ten’s body against yours – that was what you had been craving.

You moaned against Ten’s lips, reaching your hands to tug through his soft, dyed hair.

Ten’s head tilted back, and a slow, sexy grin spread over his lips.

“Took you long enough,” Ten said, dark eyes raking down your body.

You let out a laugh. You pulled Ten towards you, feeling his arms curl around your waist.

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

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taetr4ck · 1 year ago

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Could I ask for mark x reader texting during/after an argument?

MARK AFTER AN ARGUMENT TEXTS !

mark lee x reader, no warnings — fluff, angst

a/n : OF COURSE MY LOVEEEEEE here you go ! mwah 🩷 (i should go to jail for making this criminally short wtf)

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sweveniv · 1 year ago

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MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter three. | masterlist.

warning: head job, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, throat goat, clitorical stimulation.

Ran's expression shifted from shock to confusion when he heard a little boy call out to me as 'mommy', his eyes widening in disbelief as he processed the words. It was clear that the boy had mistaken us for a couple, a misunderstanding that sent a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks as I realized that I was not setting a good example to this kid.

Without letting my discomfort show, I softly apologized to Kio and guided him to the playground, where most of the kids were playing. As soon as Kio was out of earshot, I turned to Ran who was still fixated on me, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, knowing that he had many questions about what had just happened.

Ran's brow furrows in confusion, eyes still fixed on mine as he continues to process what had just occurred. I take a deep breath before speaking, hoping to clear the misunderstanding once and for all.

"Let me clear things up for you," I say, taking a sip of my champagne before continuing. "That little boy who called me 'mommy' is actually my nephew - Emma and Draken's child. And while I may not be his mother, I am undoubtedly his aunt. I don't mind him calling me 'mommy' one bit, and my sister obviously does not either." I pause, hoping that Ran has finally understood the situation and that this conversation can come to an end.

Ran's smirk fades into a playful smile as he teases me about the little boy calling me 'mommy'. "So you want a baby, is that it?" He asks, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases me. His tone is light and casual, as if he's just making a passing comment and not actually trying to read into my reaction. The amusement in his voice is infectious, and I can feel my own lips turning up in response, despite my nerves.

"You know I'm a model, I can't have a baby yet - it's too early," I reply, turning to face Ran and his cold, emotionless gaze. Despite the slight chill in his expression, a gentle smile still plays at the corners of his lips, leaving me feeling uneasy. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me, so I decide to just put up a bright smile and fix his tie to keep me busy.

As I was about to say something, our phones both chimed unexpectedly, causing us to look down in surprise. It was a message from Sanzu Haruchiyo, inviting us to do something. Our eyes met as we read the message, and for a moment, our attention was focused solely on the contents of the text. After a brief moment of silence, Ran cleared his throat and broke the tension.

I burst out in laughter the moment I saw Rindou's 30th birthday invitation designed by Sanzu. Ran on the other hand was visibly distraught, his face a mask of disappointment and embarrassment. The look in his eyes said it all - Rindou had made a terrible choice in letting Sanzu design his birthday invitation.

"Can you believe that?" Ran exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Rindou is turning 30 and this is what his invitation card looks like?" He shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom what had possessed Rindou to give Sanzu such free rein.

"It's not even elegant," Ran continued, his voice rising in anger, "or fitting for someone turning 30." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before turning to me. "What do you think?" He asked, looking for my opinion on the matter.

Despite Ran's stern demeanor and habit of taking the lead in difficult situations, I couldn't help but burst out in laughter once more at his apparent displeasure. His frown only served to add to the humor of the situation, leaving me unable to restrain my grin. Clearly, Ran was not amused by my reaction, but that only made it harder to keep my composure. Despite his assertive nature, Ran's strong sense of justice and desire for control did little to dissuade my laughter, which only continued to snowball as the moment stretched on.

As the mayor and the supermodel laughed and teased each other on the balcony, a mysterious figure in the shadows took careful aim with his camera. His movements were discreet, and he was clearly a professional in his field. The light from the camera's flash reflected off of his dark glasses as he snapped shot after shot, carefully capturing every angle and every moment.

A second figure stood by his side, sipping on a margarita and watching the scenes unfold. He was the handler, giving instructions to the photographer with a sly smile and a knowing twinkle in his eye. It was clear that these two were operating in the shadows, capturing moments that most would not see.

"Perfect," the handler whispered, taking another sip from his margarita. "We need to capture this moment in all its glory. Make sure you get every angle."

The photographer nodded, adjusting his camera and continuing to snap photos from every angle. He was a seasoned professional, and he knew how to get the perfect shot, no matter the circumstances. The mayor and the supermodel were lost in their own world, unaware of the secret eyes watching them from the shadows.

I entered the grand hall filled to the brim with guests attending my aunt's grand birthday. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the space. My eyes traveled over the crowd, admiring the elegance of the decorations and the beautiful outfits that everyone had chosen to wear for the occasion.

My aunt, looking stunning in a long flowing dress, stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by her friends and family. As she began to speak, I listened intently, taking in every word. Her words of gratitude for everyone attending her birthday touched me deeply, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

As I looked around the crowded room, my eyes finally settled on Ran's familiar face as he emerged from the sea of people. I watched as his eyes met mine, and he began making his way towards me. As he drew closer, he spoke up, his voice calm and polite.

"Mind if I take you home?"

A smile spread across my face, and I chuckled softly. "Of course not, I don't mind at all," I replied, my voice light and cheerful.

I took a step towards Ran, feeling the tension dissolve between us as he reached out and hooked his arm around mine, leading me out of the room. We made our way through the packed hallway, passing by the various groups of people gathered there, each lost in their own conversations and laughter.

As we stepped outside, the cool night air greeted us, and I shivered slightly. Ran noticed and pulled me closer, placing a hand on my back to provide additional warmth.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," I said with a small laugh. "Just a little chilly, that's all."

Ran chuckled softly, his eyes meeting mine. "Let's get you home, then," he said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

Together, we made our way to his car, where he opened the door for me and helped me inside. As we drove off into the night, the music of the city faded away behind us, and we spent the rest of the drive in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

As we drove through the city at night, the radio suddenly began to play a familiar song that caught both of our attention. It was the song "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet, and as the first few notes began to play, we both looked at each other and smiled.

Ran reached for the energy drink that was sitting in the cup holder in his car and took a sip, and as he did, the flashing lights of the city hit his face. His jaw tightened slightly, but he continued to drink from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. As he drank, my eyes trailed from his lips to his Adam's apple, and my cheeks warmed with a blush that I was grateful for the darkness to conceal.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next, and as the song continued to play, I felt a sense of anticipation building between us.

The silence felt heavier than ever, as if the air around us were laden with expectations. Suddenly, Ran tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and I noticed that his grip on the wheel had tightened.

The next song came on - "Mount Everest" by Labrinth - and I heard Ran clear his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. I rubbed my feet against each other nervously, trying to ease the tension in my body, and looked up into the rearview mirror, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw Ran doing the same.

It felt like a moment frozen in time, as if we were both processing the same thought at the same moment. For a second, our eyes met through the mirror, and I could swear I saw a flutter of recognition in his gaze. When the song changed, the moment was gone as quickly as it had come, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something different had passed between us.

I didn't know what the future held, but I felt the adrenaline of anticipation coursing through my veins, mingling with the warmth of Ran's presence. The drive felt endless, but the longer it continued, the more I felt drawn in by the man sitting next to me.

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we listened to the radio. As the next song came on - "Crazy in Love," - I felt my heart thump a little bit faster, the excitement rising in my chest. I looked over at Ran, who seemed to be concentrating on the road, his eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.

Suddenly, he shifted the car to the right, driving past the main road and towards an empty parking lot. I felt my breath hitch in my chest as Ran began to slow down, and I looked at him in surprise. He parked his car in the middle of an abandoned building and turned the engine off, letting out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Just by looking at your face, it turns me on," he said, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes fixed on mine.

Glancing down at Ran's crotch, I could see that he has been having difficulty with it as his boner has been enlarging minute by minute. He gave me another look and his eyes begged me to do something without saying anything. I gently gripped my thighs and bit my bottom lip, looking away for a brief moment. His beseeching face was too much for me to ignore; it seemed like he was actually pleading with me to do it now.

Though it was supposed to be his job to unbuckle his belt, I fixed my position and rolled my eyes upward. Ran gets horny first and wants me to gratify him before it's my turn. He was clearly horny from the start because of the whimper he let out when I unintentionally touched the tip of his dick, which was showing down a little.

With a low tone, I watched Ran's dick throb slowly. "Suck it please." he said. I want to tease him more because I know it hurts. I pushed my tongue, sipping from the juicy tip and stopping abruptly. Ran sighed, grasped my hair, and demanded, "Stop teasing."

He begged me to stop playing, his voice filled with desperation, while a sly grin appeared on my face. I gazed up at him as I sensually licked his tongue, observing Ran's mouth gape in shock and his neck veins strain as he gripped my hair firmly. My tongue swirled around the tip of his tongue, and with an abrupt motion, I forcefully moved my head downwards, resulting in me sucking half of his cock. This caused Haitani Ran, the mayor of Roppongi, to emit a loud moan of pleasure.

I softly take his member into my mouth at a leisurely pace, and as I reach the tip, I make an audible noise and twirl my tongue around it, meeting his gaze with his captivating violet eyes. The car fills with sounds of pleasure and Ran reacts by clenching his fist and tightening his jaw, responding even more forcefully when I shift my head back and forth, prompting him to firmly tighten his hold on my hair and guide my actions as if I were a doll meant for pleasuring him.

He grabbed my hair and lifted it, positioning me to face him. Ran moved closer to my ear and softly uttered, "While you pleasure me with your mouth, pleasure yourself by touching." His demanding voice sparked tears in my eyes as he thrust his large member into my mouth, making me struggle to breathe. As a response, I obediently placed my middle finger on my clitoris and began to gently stimulate it. Overwhelmed by the size of Ran's cock, I closed my eyes, my feet succumbing to a mix of heat and cold sensations due to the heightened sensitivity of my clit.

After I choked one last time, Ran continued to move my head back and forth while his other hand moved from my clitoris to my ass cheeks, where he gave me a gentle slap that made me squirm. My lips are watering, and all I can feel is Ran gently massaging my other hole while attempting to stick one finger inside. He was also gently nudging my cunt, which is driving me crazy.

He stuck his dick in my mouth and I muttered, "R-ran." He scarcely pushed my head down, which made me struggle a little bit because I could feel my knees weakening from all of his fingers. My eyes widened as he inserted his fingers into my holes. When Ran began putting his fingers in and out of my holes, I rolled my eyes upward.

"I am cumming," spoke Ran with a husky tone, as he swiftly lifted his neck and I began to sense my throat being filled by his swelling member. I tightly grasped his thighs while arching my back, allowing Ran to finger me, as the sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. His hand moved swiftly, matching the pace of my head, however, fatigue was starting to set in. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, pushing his fingers deeper into my openings, causing me to cry out slightly from the delightful sensation. Once again, I felt Ran growing larger inside my throat.

"I'm fucking cumming, Y/n..." was the last thing Ran said before he started gasping and writhing to get into position. I think he may be overstimulated. I felt my clitoris clenched and I could feel myself coming in both holes. He moaned loudly, "Fuck!" because my mouth was already filled with cums.

As I looked up at him, his slicked hair turning into a messy one, he said, "Yes, we cum together." I responded with a nod, and we both quickened our steps until we eventually came together. Just as I was ready to scream, Ran put his lips against my mouth as though he was eating my cries, and our cunt and cock were streaming cums.

Once we were finished taking care of the mess in the car, Ran helped me clean up my clothes as well. The car ride back to my house was silent, neither one of us speaking after the events of the night. The only sounds that filled the car were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a passing car.

As we approached my house, I felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through my body. On one hand, I was still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened, but on the other hand, I was filled with a sense of contentment and fulfillment from spending time with Ran.

When we arrived at my house, I opened the door and stepped out of the car, turning to face Ran. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite read.

"Well, this was.. something," I said, my voice a little bit shaky.

Ran chuckled softly, and I could see the shadows of a smile on his face.

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Before I could close the door, an important thought suddenly popped into my head, and I looked back at Ran with a sudden realization. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat a little faster as I mustered up the courage to ask him something I had never asked anyone before.

"Wait... Why don't you sleep here instead?" I said shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can go to Izana's resort tomorrow morning, and since it's almost midnight already, it would save us a lot of time and effort."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a blush spread across my face, wondering just what I was even saying. But surprisingly, Ran's expression didn't change, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a moment of tense silence before he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'd love to," he said, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized just how much that simple phrase meant to me.

"Really?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Really," he replied simply, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I offered Ran a warm welcome into my home, and he politely followed me inside, taking in his surroundings with interest. He smiled at the sight of my tastefully furnished space and said, "You have a nice taste in furniture." I smiled back and led him to the living room, where we both took a seat on the couch.

As we sat there, I stared out the window at the trees swaying in the wind, lost in thought. Suddenly, I felt Ran's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned in close and kissed me gently on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "You really don't want to bear a child?"

Startled, I pulled away and turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, his expression serious. I felt my heart beating faster, unsure of what to say. I had never thought much about having children before, and the idea of being a mother was still a foreign concept to me.

After a moment, I mustered up the courage to respond. "I had never given it much thought," I admitted. "But now that you mention it, I guess it's not something I'm opposed to."

Ran nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I think you would make a wonderful mother."

With my heart racing, I turned to face Ran, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through my veins. As he caressed my cheeks with his gentle touch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me.

"Wonderful mother? What if I have no time for them? Am I still wonderful?" I asked, my voice sounding sad.

"Even in the busiest of days, a wonderful mother will always make time for her child," Ran replied softly, his eyes locked on mine. "They will make you feel their love and affection every single day, even if you're too busy to spend time with them. They will bring joy and light to your life, always making time for you when you need it the most."

I tried to change the subject by mentioning the breakfast we had planned at Izana's resort the next day with the other members of the bonten and Black Dragon gangs. As I moved away from Ran and put my feet on his thighs, I could feel the tension between us building up.

He knew exactly what I was asking for and immediately began to take off my heels. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the night's events lift off my shoulders.

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaky.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ran, feeling a sense of awe wash over me as I realised just how much this simple act of kindness meant to me. He understood me in a way that no one else did, and I was grateful for that.

"You're welcome," he replied, his voice soft and gentle.

I felt a jolt of sensations shoot through my body as Ran's fingers trailed up and down the length of my foot, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to keep my composure, but it was proving difficult with each passing touch.

As he moved on to my toe knuckles, I felt a pang of embarrassment wash over me. I had never had someone pay this much attention to my feet before, and it was a feeling that left me feeling both vulnerable.

"It's so pink and soft," Ran said under his breath, his eyes never leaving mine as he examined my feet. I felt his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms.

His purple eyes never left mine as he gently opened my legs. He then ran his knuckles through my skin, sending shivers down my spine and raising my cheek warmth as he gently stroked my thighs. I took a firm hold of his forearm and tilt my head to face Ran, looking menacing.

I removed Ran's hands from my thighs and stood up from the couch. "We need to get some sleep," I said, feeling a sense of urgency to my voice. "We'll have to leave early to make it to Izana's resort on time."

Ran's expression softened as he looked up at me. "You're right," he said, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Don't stay up late," I said, turning back briefly to give him a wink before disappearing into the hallway. I could hear him laughing softly, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The morning begins with the sound of a coffee grinder, piercing through the silence of the early hours. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, beckoning my mind to awaken just as the light of the morning sun starts to peek through the window. I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed, and make my way to the kitchen. There, Ran is already at work, brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning," he greets me, with a tired smile on his face.

Despite the grogginess of my mind, I can see that Ran has already put on his glasses for the day. His hair is slightly messy, but there's a determined gleam in his eye that tells me he's been up for a while now. The kitchen is warm and inviting, with the morning sun casting a warm glow on everything around me. The smell of coffee is almost enough to stir my appetite, but Ran's presence is enough to dispel the hunger that had been haunting me in the dark of night.

Ran pours a cup of coffee for each of us, asking if I'd like milk or sugar before topping off my own cup with a generous amount of half-and-half. We both sit in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and enjoying the quiet of the morning. The windows are open, allowing a gentle breeze to blow through the room, and the hum of the coffee grinder is just barely audible in the distance.

"I should probably get ready," I said, standing up from the table. "We're going to Izana's resort early this morning. I'll meet you outside in 20 minutes."

Ran nodded, a look of concentration on his face as he stirred his coffee. "I'll come with you," he said, pushing his chair back.

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that," I said.

"I want to," he replied simply, standing up and handing me my cup of coffee. "Let's go."

We headed back to the room, both of us already feeling the fatigue of having stayed up so late the night before. It only took a few minutes to get ready, and we decided to forgo breakfast in order to make it to the resort on time.

As we headed back to the living room to grab our things and head out the door, I couldn't help but notice Ran's attire. He was wearing a stylish Valentino beach polo, with a pair of black shorts to match. I turned to him and smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement wash over me.

"You look great," I said, gesturing to his outfit.

Ran grinned and shook his head, clearly pleased by my compliment. "You don't look so bad yourself," he said, gesturing to my dress.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. I was a fashionista, after all, and it was always satisfying to put together an outfit that not only made me feel good but also caught the eye of others.

Ran and I were getting ready to leave the resort, and he suddenly turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey, can I borrow your Mercedes G-Wagon?" he asked, gesturing to his own car parked a few spots away.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, motioning to his sleek Italia 458 purple sports car.

He smirked. "The color just doesn't go with our outfits," he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and laughed. "Oh, of course, the color-coordinating G-Wagon," I said, rolling my eyes. "Sure, go ahead." I handed him the keys to my car. "Just be careful with it, it's my baby."

Ran chuckled and gave me a wink. "I'll take better care of it than you will," he said, walking over to the car.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Mercedes G-Wagon, frantically rummaging through my makeup bag as Ran drove us to the Izana Beach Resort in Yokohama. As I feverishly applied foundation and concealer, Ran turned up the radio volume.

"Can you please turn it down?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't concentrate with the music so loud."

Ran chuckled and obliged, lowering the volume a bit. I continued applying my makeup as he focused on the road. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got the perfect shade of foundation and concealer.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, turning to Ran.

"You always look beautiful," he said, flashing a sweet smile.

As we arrived at the private beach resort, the soft sand and gentle waves provided a welcome escape from the hectic pace of the city. Ran pulled me in for a back hug as soon as we stepped off the car, his strong arms embracing me tightly. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and his heart beating steadily in my ear.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "That dress suits you perfectly."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. "Thank you," I said, savoring the moment.

His lips met mine, and he kissed me softly, a gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine. With a sense of joy, I closed my eyes and savored the moment, feeling his lips brush against mine.

Ran couldn't bear being away from me for a moment longer. He pulled me in for another hug and pressed his chest against mine, his warm breath brushing against my neck. "You look gorgeous," he whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, and his hands traced circles on my back. I couldn't help but lean into him, his embrace providing a welcome escape from the outside world. We stood there for what felt like hours, my head buried in his shoulder, his heart beating steadily in my ear.

As we made our way down to the water's edge, we both shed our shoes and felt the soft sand between our toes, our feet sinking with each step. We made our way to a secluded area, where the waves lapped at the shore and the smell of salt was almost overwhelming.

As the sun kissed our skin and the waves broke against the shore, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, secure in the knowledge that I was surrounded by the man who loves me and the beauty of the world around us.

With a sigh of contentment, I leaned against Ran's chest, feeling his clingy nature as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me even for a second.

Meanwhile in the venue, Kakucho and Mochi were hard at work preparing the long rectangular table for the upcoming celebration of Benkei's send-off before he departed for Brazil early the next morning to root for his son's soccer game. As they worked, they chatted and laughed, setting a lighthearted mood despite the stressful situation.

"Kakucho!" Kakucho let out a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the tanned skin behind him, whose furrowed brows and crossed arms signaled his deep concern. "You forgot the buttered chicken and lumpia!"

Mochi was too stunned to join in the conversation, not sure whether to interject and speak up or step back and let Izana have his say. Izana's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off words in rapid succession, so Kakucho had to do his best to keep up, nodding along as if everything was okay, even though Izana's second language could be challenging to understand at times.

Despite the high stakes, there was a sense of joy in the air, as they all worked together to make Benkei's send-off a memorable one. The food was being prepared with care, and the long rectangular table was being cleaned and polished to make it perfect for the celebration.

The warm sunlight filtering in through the windows and the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore created a peaceful and serene atmosphere, making their surroundings resemble a tropical paradise.

"I said cook bulalo not sinigang!" Izana shouted but when he got irritated he shifted his gaze to Kakucho.

"Just finish everything, Kakucho!" Izana commanded, slamming his fist on the table. He let out a heavy sigh then turned away, leaving Kakucho looking pale with curiosity, unsure of what was going on. "Shinichiro and the others are coming soon!"

With a soft chuckle, Kakucho turned to glare at Mochi, who was trying his best not to laugh at the situation. It was a tense moment, with Izana clearly upset about something. Hitto had screwed up big time, and Kakucho was bearing the brunt of the punishment.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Kakucho turned back to focus on the tasks at hand. He knew that the last thing he needed was to disappoint Izana, especially when the others were coming soon. With a deep breath and a newfound sense of determination, Kakucho got back to work, trying his best to finish everything on time.

In the midst of it all, Kakucho remembered his own personal promise to himself to be more responsible and reliable to his friends. This was his chance to prove himself and show Izana that he was worthy of his trust. With that in mind, Kakucho worked even harder, his focus never wavering.

As they approached the gated entrance, the security guard greeted Ran and Y/n, his eyes crinkling into smiles at the stylish outfits they were sporting. "Fancy meeting you both here, Ms. Kurokawa and Mayor Haitani," he said, his voice warm and friendly. He pointed in the direction of the blue crystal green beach, where they could find a table set up for them.

Ran put his hand at Y/n's waist, drawing her closer to him as they made their way through the gates and toward the beach. They could hear the sound of the waves lapping at the shore as they approached the table, a stunning sight to behold. The air was filled with the scent of sea salt and the sounds of birds singing in the distance, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Izana's voice suddenly boomed through the party, bringing their intimate moment to a halt. "Where's Kio?" he asked, his tone somewhat stern.

Y/n and Ran looked at each other, with Y/n rolling her eyes slightly before responding. "Seishu picked him up. We were supposed to bring Kio here." Y/n's words were met with a small chuckle from Ran, who took the opportunity to give his woman a kiss on her shoulder before Izana walked away again. Y/n's wasn't surprised by Izana's sudden mood swings, as everyone was used to handling them.

As they swayed together to the music, Ran placed his hand on Y/n's waist, rubbing her dress affectionately, before trailing soft kisses on her shoulders, causing her to shiver from his touch. He then rested his head on the crook of her neck, giving her deep, hot breaths. "Haven't I told you how gorgeous you are with this dress?" he whispered in her ear, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

She replied playfully, "You've told me enough, Mayor Haitani." But despite her response, she couldn't help but feel the warmth of Ran's affection. It was a moment of pure bliss, where they felt like they were an old couple, retired from their work, with kids getting married, grandchildren graduating from daycare, and a successful business around the world.

However, the thought of their impending future made their heart race a little. Will they achieve this feeling of contentment and happiness, or will something stop them in their tracks? The uncertainty of it all was a little daunting, but they both knew that no matter what came their way, they had each other, and that was enough to make them feel like the luckiest people in the world.

Turning to face the mayor, Y/n leaned in to closely examine Ran's lavender eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. Running his hands around her butt while maintaining a neutral expression on their faces caused her to giggle, and he then smashed his lips into hers.

She groaned as he slid his tongue inside her, biting his lower lip. As they kiss, they are communicating their emotions, their bodies, and their pain to one another. Even though they are more complex than that.

"I want all of you. Your body, your heart, your soul."

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