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roses (m.) | jeong jaehyun

“it’s killing me to know there’s someone else out there buying you / roses, roses” OR where jung jaehyun is pathetic enough to be yearning after his beautiful ex-girlfriend, whom he reconnects with after awkwardly crashing her date with a new potential lover.

jeong jaehyun x ex-girlfriend! reader

warnings: some allusions to stalking and online harassment, some make-outage, oral (fem. receiving), some exhibitionism ig?????, some cussing, jaehyun is EXTREMELY down bad (he who yearns is he who earns amirite yall), svt as side characters for my caratzen agenda, also i’m still an awkward writer (in my opinion) so that warrants its own warning

This is why Jaehyun despises leaving his apartment.

For the first time in weeks, Doyoung and Taeyong, in their combined nerdy best friends power, have managed to make him go outside again. Although it’s the middle of the winter, each day inching closer to Christmas day, the bustling city is filled with people enjoying themselves despite the sub-zero temperatures. It makes him sick, really. Not people in general, for sure, but the sight of couples swarming about, their happy faces making sure every single person’s envious gaze is following them until they disappear around the corner.

Winter is sickening. Winter makes people too cozy, too cuddly, too loving. When spring comes, that love melts away, fleeting as it was. It dims out like the warm fire you stoke in the evening as you gather with your loved ones, in the morning long gone and forgotten with the loss of the guests. Jaehyun hates it. His friends knows he hates it.

So did you.

As Doyoung and Taeyong keep him in their middle, holding on to his arm on each sides as if they were old aunts bickering away, he reminisces about your shared hatred of the cold. You had hated snow, most of all, he remembers as he watches the thick, cold flakes swirl around in the air. It leaves a mist on the people passing by him, painting them in the lovely shades of the cold. Rosy cheeks, white smiling teeth, blue fingertips. If he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine it’s you clinging to him again, complaining loudly about the weather, scared of falling to the ground. You had always been incredibly clumsy, and unashamedly loud. Every passerby could not help but smile at your antics, but none smiled wider than the man you had wrapped around your littlest finger; Jaehyun, who had always stared at you instead of ahead. Jaehyun, who in the end always made you guys fall because he wasn’t concentrating on walking, he was concentrating on you.

You, the single star in his solar system he was orbitting around. He had felt himself collapsing, folding around you, as if he could ingrain himself in your existence in the very same manner you had immortalized yourself in his soul. How pathetic you had left him.

“Hey, earth to Jae! You’re not seriously upset we made you leave the house, right?” Taeyong’s hand forces itself into Jaehyun’s periphery as he waves it infront of Jaehyun’s face, trying to gain the man’s attention. Every finger was perfectly manicured, the tell-tale rings that signified Taeyong snapping Jaehyun out of his daydreams. Mentioned friend looks worried, but not regretful. “We were beginning to think you had fallen asleep in there, like some bear. You shouldn’t hibernate.”

“But bears got it so right. It’s so much better to sleep the winter away.” Jaehyun sounds exhausted, almost childish. He knew he was a grown man, not a teenager mooning over his first love. But it certainly felt like he had become the former. That was your effect.

“Dude.” Doyoung grasps his shoulder then, boring his gaze into Jaehyun’s face. He had been dreading that, actually; it’s hard to act like a complaining child when Doyoung makes you face yourself just like that. Almost unconsciously, Jaehyun straightens up. It’s almost like facing your mother, and he’s trying to avoid Doyoung’s fussing. “It’s been almost a year. I hate to be the one to be saying this, but you have to let it go at some point, man.”

You have to let it go at some point. Doyoung’s right, of course, but Jaehyun hasn’t yet reached that point of being reasonable. It’s not like the five stages of grief. Jaehyun is in the awkward process of trying to understand what has actually happened to him; why your relationship came to an end, why you were so kind to him despite it all, how you had finally cut him off. No one really knows why you did it, least of all Jaehyun. As you had broke it off with him after dropping him off at the airport before he flew to the first stop of his current world tour, there wasn’t exactly time to ask questions.

You had given him a letter and apologized (seriously, so not cool to explain in a letter just so you didn’t need to face him), and just as soon as the flight touched down at his destination and his phone had regained connection to his cellular data, you had changed your number, deleted your socials and disappeared from his life.

(Not like he immediately found you again when you re-debuted on social media. Johnny, as a true best friend, has forced him to limit looking at your instagram account to once a week, but how will Johnny know if he does it more? No one needs to know. Jaehyun would lose face if even anyone knew how much he misses you.)

Jaehyun lowers his eyes then, unable to keep looking at Doyoung. “Let go. Yeah.”

Doyoung and Taeyong exchange a worried gaze at that, before nudging him to a new direction. Their footsteps leave soft white traces, disappearing as quickly as they are made as fresh snow falls. “I got just the thing to cheer you up,” Taeyong quips then, and when he smiles at Jaehyun in an attempt to comfort him, Jaehyun finds the strength to smile back. Those are his friends, after all. If he weren’t so detached from his emotions, he’d find himself moved by their sincerity; his silly friends that loved and cared for him despite his habits and his weird coping methods. They didn’t judge when he sent them new song lyrics he had written in the middle of the night because the memory of you is still haunting him, scaring him off sleep because the comfort he gains from dreaming of you is as addicting as chasing liquor. They had let him ruminate in his apartment for as long as possible. It was time to face the world properly now. “Hot cocoa and waffles?”

Jaehyun snorted. “Like children?”

“Like children,” Taeyoung announces, his voice too earnest for the statement. Doyoung laughs, and then it’s difficult to not join in. Taeyong grins, happy to have drawn that reaction out of them. For the moment, Jaehyun feels normal again, and he offers to buy the waffles as Doyoung and Taeyong line up to buy the hot cocoa.

That’s the same moment where Jaehyun immediately regrets having left the house.

The sight of you physically knocks the breath of his lungs. For just a second, just seeing your face erases the feeling of all the pain that had been wrenching at his heartstrings, your beauty so all-encompassing it stuns him into silence. The cold season has kissed your face in the most pretty way - as you throw your head back in laughter, your (incredibly tempting) lips curve into his favorite smile of yours, the smile that has to be stolen out of you, so surprised by something that you laugh involuntarily. Honest. And earnest.

And beautiful.

It’s almost beautiful enough to make him not acknowledge the other man that you are gifting it to.

Jaehyun forces himself not to look, the effort incredible. He does not want to see who you have replaced him with, he really doesn’t, truly not, but then the dizzy envy makes him look so that he can bombard the man with death threats in his mind. Not that it matters. He could have been anyone, anyone at all. What did it matter if that was someone he knew or someone unknown, when the most damning thing about the situation was that it wasn’t him?

When he looks back at you to keep analyzing whether you like this man a lot, Jaehyun has come to the startled realization that you have noticed him, aswell. Your face has dropped, the shock painted over your face like an ill-fitting mask. “Jaehyun?” you say, the sweet voice carried over to him in the wind, and his knees almost buckle. (Jesus Christ, he’s a grown man.) Your partner notices, looking up to see whom you’re addressing, and Jaehyun’s nonchalant reaction to the irrelevance of the man’s identity disappears instantaneously.

Fuck you, he thinks hard at the dude, as if the sheer mental strength of his thoughts could reach him, for actually looking gorgeous. Fucking hell.

“Jeong Jaehyun?” You call again, robbing him off the opportunity to maybe pretend he hadn’t heard you. He forces himself to move forward.

“You know each other?” the guy asks then, and Jaehyun thinks to himself, No, idiot, I am the stalker that’s been breaking into her apartment and leaving her letters. But then he remembers how Johnny has admonished him for doing the social media equivalent and how often he visits your socials just for a glance at you, and the thought almost immediately sobers him up. “Jeong Jaehyun,” he introduces himself then, reaching out his hand to shake the other man’s, even though he’d rather bite it off. “We were…”

“Acquaintances,” you interrupt him almost immediately. The smile you sport now is nervous, to the untrained eye flawless. But Jaehyun knows every inch of your soul, and the look in your eyes pleads him not to acknowledge it. “Jaehyun used to be really close to my brother. You’ve met my brother, right?”

“Oh, Seokmin, right?” The stranger’s eye glint in recognition. “That means you must be cool, man. Anyone who’s in Seokmin’s good cards is good in mine. My name’s Junseo.”

“Nice to meet you, Junseo,” he makes himself speak, although the words taste like coal in his mouth, turning ashy as he pronounces them. He’s never been a good liar, always careful about choosing his words, but then, he’s never been in the situation where had to meet the lover that was going to replace him in your heart. He turns to you, your lovely face ripping into him. You stare back as if you are aware of the effort it takes him to remain friendly. You don’t look like you enjoy inflicting this havoc upon him, but ever since that day, he doesn’t truly know what you are capable of. “It was nice to see you,” he tells you, turning away as soon as the words leave his lips.

He never hears your “Jae”, the sound ripped out of you like an old instinct.

jaehyun

could you maybe at least warn me that your sister is back in town

dk 😁

yo

i didnt even know she was

can you let her know to bring milk to mom’s house we ran out this morning

jaehyun

. . .

no dk i cannot i almost collapsed when i saw her

can you say hello to your mom tho

Jaehyun drops the phone on the couch, the interaction having soured his mood just as much as the meeting with you. Seokmin was cool, and a really good friend, although a bit clueless. He had been firm in his support for Jaehyun, not picking sides, but not abandoning their friendship either, and had been one of the friends who had dragged him out for dinner once a week ever since the break-up to make sure Jaehyun was actually eating. Jaehyun doesn’t even think this happened to your dismay. You were way too nice, and even your fucking break-up letter had been kind, even though it hadn’t been enough to wipe the blank look in his eyes as he had read it.

“Okay, so that may have went worse than we thought,” Taeyong proclaims, the hot cocoa still steaming in his hand. Even though they had technically paid for the cup as a loan, taking it back home felt like stealing. Jaehyun couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was staring at the ceiling, looking at no one. “But hey, at least we found out who the mystery guy on her instagram was!”

Johnny, who had let himself into the apartment while they were gone, perked up at that. Very aware of your instagram due to Jaehyun’s influence, he knew that there had been an odd silhouette in your instagram story the past few weeks, almost a soft-launch and almost not. There had been theories whether the mystery guy had been a new lover. Jaehyun had almost thrown up when Mark had suggested the idea. “You did? She was with a man?”

“Yeah, Junseo what’s-his-name. Didn’t give a last name, though.” Doyoung sounds concentrated, probably too focussed on not breaking Jaehyun’s new coffee machine. “Jaehyun, coffee?”

“No,” Jaehyun deadpans. “I want death.”

The entire room groans at that. “Fresh out of death, dude,” Johnny tells him, bowing over the couch to throw a blanket over where Jaehyun was laying and Mark had fallen asleep. Johnny was his best friend in the entire world, and very used to Jaehyun’s antics. Throughout it all(the acclimatization to the celebrity life, the growing into a fully formed and actualized person in the public eye, the stabbing ache of heartbreak), Johnny had become a brother to him. It was Johnny’s hand pulling him along through life, his ears that were entrusted with every joy and worry in Jaehyun’s mind, his kindness that kept Jaehyun standing sometimes. “It’s coffee or nothing,” he continues after ensuring both men on the couch were covered with the blanket. And then, as he turns back to Doyoung: “Make him some coffee. He hasn’t touched his cocoa.”

The quiet bickering of his friends fade away then, forcing him to come to terms with what has happened. Seeing your face again felt like being struck down by God, to put it in blasphemous terms. You had always been the most beautiful person to him, including both his preference that came from loving you and his attraction to people in general. Jaehyun hadn’t been the kind of man to have an exact type before meeting you, but now he looks for you in every smile, every fluttering lash, in every face he meets. Looking for the traces of where your ancestors had painted their magic, the overarching connection between several generations, the hand reaching across time. Whoever crafted you had taken his time to ensure every single detail, and the love that had flowed into the shaping of you glinted across every feature. Having been starved of seeing you, this interaction had thrown him into cold water face first. Even the memory stung.

You hadn’t looked bothered to see him. If anything, you had been as sweet as always, even though you hadn’t expected to see him. He had thought being gone from your side had hurt, but seeing that Junseo was making him sick to the stomach. It was his job to make you laugh like that. It was his duty to ensure your happiness. To think of that fool doing it in his stead made him spark up with a fury that he had long forgotten, the feeling so unfamiliar it made him reach inside those spaces inside himself that he had abandoned for so long. During the separation every emotion had come to him so dull and muted - happiness, sadness, surprise, anger. But as if they had never left him, Jaehyun recognized that he was jealous.

Awfully jealous.

So that was the next step of Jaehyun’s alternative five stages of grief process. Instead of coming to terms with the ephemeral nature of his relationship with you, he’s pining over the one woman he cannot have. He raises his hands to cover his face, his fingers shaking - it’s crazy, how you unravel him. It’s been eight months and Jaehyun is still willing to go on his knees to beg just to make sure you stop seeing anyone else.

(At that point, he was very unaware of how near in the future that was going to happen.)

“Hey, dude.” Jaehyun is snapped out of his thoughts by the raspy voice of one Mark Lee. He lowers his hands to see Mark peaking his head out of the blanket, hair completely ruined from tossing and turning in his sleep, looking just like the lion that his friends affectionately nickname him as. Their friends are still bickering in the kitchen, arguing about how to handle the coffee machine properly, with Doyoung’s voice cutting through the others. “You alright over there?”

Jaehyun clears his voice. He suddenly feels glad that Mark doesn’t know yet that he’s seen you, as he doesn’t want to burden Mark with his worries. He’s only a little younger, but he’s the closest thing to a younger sibling Jaehyun has, and he treasures him to the point where he often wants to shield him from the shit that Jaehyun has going on. “Yeah, all good. Why did you wake up? Not sleepy anymore?”

“Your phone has been going off like crazy.” Mark points at the aforementioned phone before yawning. As Jaehyun reaches for the device, he sits up and looks into the kitchen from the vantage point he has of the kitchen. The screen lights up after a few quick taps, and Mark asks: “Something important? Sounds like someone’s spamming you.”

dk 😁

not to be the bearer of bad news but mom wants to have you over for dinner on saturday

😭 maybe i shouldnt have delivered your greetings bro

i think my sister has a date on that evening tho so maybe nothing will happen?????

i mean you can say no but you know damn well my mom loves you (because you kiss up to her) so

yeah

i get if you dont want to

Jaehyun blinks. Several times. Then, he drops his face into his hands again, sighing so loudly that even Mark seems astonished.

It seems like you’re not gonna leave his mind anytime soon.

The first time Jaehyun had met you, you had still been a junior in college.

He’s always known you existed, of course - the pretty-faced little sister that was off-limits to anyone, who had the most embarrassing haircut when she was still in middle school, who liked to receive flowers for her birthday instead of gifts. Seokmin doesn’t talk about you often, but when he does, there’s a gentle smile etched on his face that seems like the most jarring contrast to the way he bickers and fights with you in person. Jaehyun couldn’t conjure an image of you, but when he thought of your name, it filled Jaehyun’s mind with a sweet dream. He had been missing you in his heart before he had even met you, the soft tug of a red string around his littlest finger.

The request had been hastily asked and innocent in nature. Pick up my sister, please? An unusual request, as Seokmin never introduced his sister to anyone for your own privacy, but it didn’t bother Jaehyun to do it, especially since DK was a very good friend. You had been incredibly drunk, and uncomfortable at a party, and called for the person you trust most in the world. DK on the other hand, drunk out of his own mind at an entirely different party in his own dorm shared with his bandmates, had called a friend he knew he could entrust with the safety of his littlest sister.

Completely hammered and wobbling on your entirely too high heels, you had gladly clung to Jaehyun’s arm after realizing he had been the savior your brother had sent you. Your introduction came out loud and clear, and you had enunciated every syllable to make sure he heard it. When he correctly repeated the name back to you to ensure he remembered it, a dazzling smile had split across your lips in the cutest way possible. It had made his heart jump in a deliciously agonizing way.

“Can you walk?” he had asked you then, pointing down at your monstrous heels. He had truth be told been incredibly impressed with the way you had managed to leave the front porch of the party house, even though every step enunciated that you were incredibly intoxicated. You had waved off his worry and beamed at him with the innocent happiness only a drunk person could exude, completely free from all wordly burdens. “Don’t worry!” you told him, your voice as melodious as it was pleasing. “I’ve walked in worse heels! And I’m not even that drunk!”

Jaehyun had no intention of questioning you, but the exclamation did make him laugh. He had been awkward about the interaction the entire time he had driven here. Would you be able to even feel comfortable with him? What if you guys didn’t speak about anything? But your behavior had loosened up the tension inside his chest, and he found himself relaxing under your hold, gently guiding you back to his car. Your grip was tight, but not painful, and you had hooked your arm around his to keep close to him in a way that wasn’t entirely unwelcome to him. He had not expected to warm up to you so quickly. “So you’re able to hold your liquor? You must not actually be related to DK then. The guy can’t hold his liquor for shit.”

The joke tugged a surprised laugh out of you. It was a nice sound, the genuineness of it making a smile form around Jaehyun’s lips. So open, so friendly, so extroverted - so incredibly different from him, and yet a simple laugh from you made Jaehyun entranced with the existence of you. He wanted to relish the sound, making him wrap his fingers around the keys in his pockets to ensure they wouldn’t rattle when he pulled them out. “I’m sure he’s got that from mom,” you had explained to him while snickering, momentarily letting go from him as he opened the door for you. After clambering in and pulling the door shut, he had walked around the car to climb in himself. The door clicked shut. “I’m my father’s daughter through and through. We used to place bets at New Year’s parties with the family how much time it would take for mom to crash out after a single bottle of champagne.”

“And?” he asks. The engine of the car sprung to life with a simple press of a button, idling quietly while Jaehyun had put on his seatbelt. “Did you win the bet?”

Your expression in the rearview mirror was smug when Jaehyun checked his surroundings in it, pulling out of the parking space he had found near the house the party was in. “I was fifty bucks richer about half an hour later.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but laugh - at your behavior, your teasing little remarks, the way you hiccuped before laughing because you were a little liar that couldn’t hold their liquor. By the time he had reached DK’s apartment building, where you had requested to be dropped off because you wanted to sleep over at your brother’s, your drunkenness had made you drowsy. Without even thinking about it, you had climbed over the console to envelop Jaehyun in a hug, shocking him to the core. Your floral perfume had been dizzying, but the near proximity of you had almost made him drunk himself. Jaehyun was an idol under the strict gaze of both his employer and his supporters. His resulting touch-starvation had made him grasp your soft waist with both hands, and he closed his eyes to soak in the warmth of your touch. It was startingly intimate. “Thank you for bringing me home,” you had murmured against his shoulder, momentarily resting your head on it, as if it belonged there - as if you had been made to be held by him. You lined up perfectly, like puzzle pieces, and for a moment, Jaehyun had felt complete in a way that made him question himself was my heart always hollow of you?

When you pulled back with your bright smile and your hazy eyes, a pink blush had dusted across Jaehyun’s cheeks that he prayed you hadn’t noticed. “You’re super duper nice,” you proclaimed then, not fully retracting from where you were leaning on his body. Not pushing his hands away, either. “And it’s way more fun to ride in your car than in Jeonghan’s. You drive like a responsible adult.”

“Are you saying Jeonghan doesn’t drive like a responsible adult?”

“I’m not sure he knows what that is.” Giggling, you untangled yourself from him, startling Jaehyun with the immediate ache for you. Get a grip, he thought to himself. Acting like a teenage virgin. “And I should know!” you enunciated. “The idiot tried teaching me how to drive. If DK hadn’t put an end to that, I would have never gotten my driver’s license.”

Jaehyun, still reeling from the affection you had graced him with, smiled shyly at that. “Well, I’m glad to have brought you home safe, like the responsible adult I am. Can you make it up on your own?”

You “mhm”ed loudly, noisily maneuvring yourself out of the car. Jaehyun winced quietly when the heels of your shoes clacked against the pavement harshly, almost sure one had broken. But you had straightened up with a grin, waving stupidly, shouting loud “thank-you”s and “get home safe!”s as he watched you walk into the apartment complex, running into your drunk brother and almost-brothers (as his bandmates liked to title themselves as, loving you like you were one of their own).

He had sat and waited for a long time for his erratic heart to slow down again. You were a miracle he hadn’t been waiting for, like a sudden blessing after a fervent prayer. He went to sleep thinking of your name, finally being able to connect it with a face, the yearning following him into his dreams.

It was that same yearning that woke him up in the middle of the night now, reaching for the empty bedside, remembering where you were.

Remembering that you weren’t reaching for him anymore, no matter how much you had loved him.

Jaehyun cleans up nicely, when he wants to. When he checks his reflection in the camera app one last time before ringing the door, he almost doesn’t recognize himself. Johnny’s girlfriend had helped him put on a little bit of make-up to cover the black shadows under his eyes and wished him luck, although he wasn’t sure what he needed the luck for. To see you? Not to see you? The question had been eating away at him on the way here, making his hands sweat to the point that the driver’s wheel had looked kind of disgusting afterwards. He can’t shake the cold fear that accompanies the thought of you these days. The desire to be in your presence was a knife turning in his guts, so sharp that even the pain seemed more welcome than another day without you. As he closes his eyes, he imagines you opening the door, welcoming him home, kissing all the exhaustion away. But when the door opens up after knocking at it, the sweet face of your mother receives him.

Not that the sight isn’t welcome. Jaehyun sees his mother often enough to not have to miss her, but the need for a motherly presence never truly leaves you, no matter how old you are. There is a part of him that will always be a child, reaching for his parents’ hands, knowing he will be safe there. Your mother fills that space often when his own cannot. “Jaehyunnie! I’m glad you made it, sweetling,” your mother gushes, hurrying to clasp his hands. The sight of her red, marred hands makes his heart hurt - has she been overworking herself? - but the pain is soon replaced with a gentle warmth spreading inside his chest at her motherly clucking. “Hurry inside, we made your favorite! You still like spicy pork, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He removes his shoes before stepping inside, feeling nostalgic. The first time he had met your parents, the house had been newly bought and hardly acquired, with your parents having haggled for an appropriate price for months. Over the years, the building had been renovated, filled with furniture, and changed as more and more memories had been made in this place. To see it now standing proudly and lived in made him happy, but also sad, as he wasn’t fully part of that experience anymore.

“Don’t be silly, boy! You know you call me mom here!”

“Yes, mom.”

“Mom,” rings out the complaining voice of Seokmin then. He’s standing at the foot of the stairs. His voice had been petulant, but there’s a very big grin on his face as Jaehyun approaches him in greeting, and they hug each other without hesitation. DK had seen him go through enough shit to not have to shy back from physical affection. “Don’t nag with Jaehyun before he’s properly inside. How’s it going, J? I heard your new album, it was awesome!”

Your mother nods enthusiastically. “You are hard-working as always, Jaehyunnie! The songs sound beautiful!”

Jaehyun laughs, bashful. He feels awkward and happy at once, to be complimented upon for his talents while simultaneously knowing that most of those songs had been written with you in mind. “Thank you for saying that,” he answers.

“It’s only right,” your mother tuts then. As she turns to walk back in the kitchen, she opens her mouth to say something again, but there’s another knock at the door, startling them all. The three exchange glances, both Seokmin and your mother seeming surprised by the noise. “Are you expecting someone, Seokminnie?” When DK shakes his head no in answer, she walks back to the door, humming to herself in confusion. “Maybe your father? But he’s not supposed to get off work until 8.”

Before your mother even opens the door, the dread of who could possibly be standing in front of that door tells Jaehyun what to expect. And as he turns over that assumption in that mind, the door opens to reveal you, clad in a red dress that hugs your curves and exposes your mid-thigh. “Oh, sweetie!” your mother exclaims. “But what are you doing here? Aren’t you going to dinner with that Junseo-ssi?”

You don’t answer, your eyes locked onto him. He recognizes the sight of slight panic and confusion in your eyes - apparently, DK hadn’t told you that you were visiting in the hopes that you wouldn’t see each other anyways. Although barely a second passes, it feels like eternity as you take each other in.

Fuck, you’re as beautiful as the day he lost you. He doesn’t even register that your mother is still chattering away as he drinks in the sight of you, the sinful silhouette and the angel eyes that have been accentuated by a skilled hand and your favorite eyeliner pen. The blood rushes in his veins, filling his ears with the sound of waves crashing, his desire lapping higher and higher until it makes his chest hurt. “Mom,” you manage to say. “He was called into work at the last minute. It’s pretty awkward to be the only one all dolled up here, so may I go up and change please? And not have to make awkward small talk in the salon?”

“Of course, sweetling, just go up! Seokmin will help me with the last preparations for dinner.” Your mother leaves at that, and the three adults remaining are crushed by the awkward tension in the room. Even more awkward for the third wheel in the room is that neither of both you and Jaehyun have looked away from each other ever since you walked in, and DK takes the chance to quietly slip out of the room to join his mother in the kitchen, leaving Jaehyun to his doom.

(Traitor.)

Jaehyun breathes out, struggling to fill his lungs with the air he needs. “You look stunning,” he says, his voice straining to pronounce the words. It’s pathetic how much he wants to press you against that wall and devour you. Even though his inner adult yells at him that he isn’t yours anymore, the thoughts do not stop coming. Truthfully, there can’t be any scientific explanation for how fast his heart races because of you, but it keeps on beating, jumping out of his chest. Falling to your feet.

You finally step out of the doorframe, into the house itself. The door quietly falls into the lock. You reach down to unclasp your high heels, the movement mechanic. You seem as dazed as he is. He entertains the possibility whether he has the same effect on you as you do on him, but he casts the thought aside immediately. You had left him, after all. “Thank you,” you answer, your voice meek. As if you were to strangers. “Are you … doing well?”

I hope that despite the way I’m ending things, you will be well. I pray that you are healthy, that you are eating enough, that you flourish in your career as you deserve to be. You are outstanding, Jeong Jaehyun, a flaming star lighting up the sky. I pray that you find it in yourself to forgive me.

“Well?” he echoes, as if that word was a joke. And then, almost in disbelief, he asks back, “Are you?”

You lower your gaze then. “I finish my master’s degree this year, so I’m a little stressed. But aside from that, I am fine, thank you for asking.” You straighten up, intending to walk past him. But Jaehyun, as if possessed, grabs your wrist; the touch makes both of you shudder, and you look up to see the absolute yearning in his eyes staring back at you. He doesn’t really know what made him do it, and he seems as shocked as you are; he had been thinking more quickly than he had been moving, and his muscles spasmed from the lack of communication between his nerves and his brain.

It’s written across his face, it must be. The intense wish to bow his head and lean against you, cage you against the railing of the stairs. To make you reach inside his soul and connect the broken pieces there that were the remaining shards of his heart. Jaehyun doesn’t want anyone else in the world to see inside him like that. He wants you, he wants to be your boyfriend. Despite it all. The good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Are you well? Jaehyun’s hand slips lower, interlocking your fingers, the physical connection there setting fire to the skin. I pray that you are. “Take care of yourself,” he tells you instead of all the words that have been left unsaid ever since you abandoned him, all the tears that he has shed. He wants to tell you how his pride for your success makes him fly higher than any of his own achievements ever would, how soft his heart feels at the fact that you are so close to reaching your goals. How much he wishes to be a part of supporting you towards that. But he doesn’t.

You don’t break free of his hold, but it seems clear that you do not reciprocate the hurricane of emotions he is feeling right now. “You shouldn’t say that,” you tell him, tone polite, but your voice sounds hesitant. He wants to kiss the hesitation out of you, eat your laughter as he tugs at your lower lip. The proximity is driving him crazy. “I mean, I don’t wanna be rude. But I am seeing Junseo. You don’t have to worry about me, Jae. Jaehyun.” You cough awkwardly, as if that can erase the affectionate nickname, as if there isn’t something inside you still calling for him. You step backwards. If hitting the railing is embarrassing to you, you don’t let it show.

He lets go of you and steps back, then silently watches you go up the stairs. Your soft shuffling as you walk back to your room. The decisive shutting of a door.

Silently dreaming of what would happen if you graced him with your attention again.

The dinner itself is uneventful. You make polite conversation, thankfully sitting diagonally away from him, wedged in between your mother and your brother, whom Jaehyun sits across. But he sees the blush never truly leaving your face, and the way you throw glances at him when you think he isn’t paying attention. It makes him delusional enough to imagine that maybe, he wasn’t the only one still thinking about their ex.

Jaehyun glances down at his cleared plate, a half smile curling at his lips. Not truly a real smile. But not truly a lie, either.

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The third time your paths cross, you truly think you are about to go crazy.

This is an art gallery, for crying out loud. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jaehyun in a museum. Not that he’s uneducated or disinterested, mind you, but Jaehyun was the kind of guy to take you to places where you could etch your own memories across the place. The arcade in Busan where you won your first ever plushie and promptly gifted it to him, for one; the trip to Jeju where you had almost fainted and scared the shit out of Jaehyun; the high-end restaurant in Gangnam where you both can never let your face be seen again after having been thrown out for laughing too loud. You had spoken about the particular art gallery here once, debating about attending an event that was held in that month, but ultimately had the decision taken out of your hands after you unexpectedly had to go the hospital due to your appendix bursting. But here he was, looking like the most ravishing man alive in that stupid suit.

It should be forbidden to look that good. Genuinely. You think your heart stops momentarily when you see him, and then again when your gaze involuntarily drops to the exposed skin of his chest, displaying the vulnerable area due to the v-cut of his suit jacket. Hell. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was doing this on purpose.

You gather up the train of your dress and hurry over before anyone can recognize either him or you. He looks startled, and then that weird flash of desperation flits across his eyes before he hastily makes himself appear composed. You don’t for the life of you know why exactly his reaction to you is like that, but you suppose the time for complaining was over, since, you know, you broke up with him. You knew it had been a bitch move to write a letter, but you couldn’t exactly tell him the true reason to his face. Hey, I know this sounds stupid, but I’m afraid of ruining your career because netizens keep shit talking our relationship and tainting your reputation, have a nice day though!

No, he’d never understand. This was for the best. He’d been so close to completing his album, so proud of what he had achieved, and the grief of almost taking that away from him made you want to throw up. So you had decided to sacrifice yourself, in an as cowardly manner as possible.

No one would ever know that Jeong Jaehyun made your soul sing in the most exquisite way possible, and that your heart had been filled with so much joy that it almost burst. No one needed to know.

“What are you doing here?” You hiss at him. You turn your head to ensure that no one is actually looking, before tugging him to the side. Almost unconsciously, you take his hand and guide him to a different spot, a quiet corner where only strangers were staring at the art being displayed. Even the music was muted.

“Is this not a public event?” he hisses back, confused by your behavior. But he lets you do as you please, even lowering his head to yours to make sure no one hears. His fingers gently tangle with yours, swiping across your knuckles as he always does - did. It’s like your love runs deeper than human behavior, deeply embedded in your body’s instincts. You see it in the way the caution you display reflects back in his eyes, as if your secrets are still holier to him than his own. Even though he has no idea why you’re being so ominous. It’s one of the qualities you love most about Jaehyun; he never once tries to tell you what to do, always acquiescing your needs, letting you take the lead when necessary. It makes a traitorous happiness bloom inside your chest that he is still the kind of person who would always have your back. “Why exactly wouldn’t I be here? If it’s because you didn’t want to see my face, don’t tell me that. I don’t think I could handle it.”

“Jeong Jaehyun,” you groan, exasperated as you are. You hastily scan the area, always dreading that Junseo is about to turn the corner to catch you both. It had already been a surprise that evening had been made possible, since Junseo was a workaholic. Your friends joked around that he loves his residency at Seoul General Hospital first, and you second. You did not want to squander this opportunity of growing closer to him, a whim based on the fact that he was a pretty face and you desperately needed to move on. You weren’t serious, and you could count the amount of dates you had been on on one hand, but it worked its magic enough. Jaehyun only needed to believe that you were moving on. And Junseo only needed to believe Jaehyun was unimportant. Not like it’s forbidden to speak with an “acquaintance”, even if he did see you both here - but Jeong Jaehyun wasn’t an acquaintance, he was your ex-boyfriend for crying out loud, and if it weren’t for the necessary masquerade to appear as if you were moving on, you wouldn’t even be entertaining Junseo’s presence, no matter how charming he was. It was a stupid plan, concocted by an even more stupid Jeonghan. “Who would’t want to see your face? That’s not what I mean.”

The compliment slips out before you can hold it back. It’s so easy, so habitual to make it, to admire Jeong Jaehyun’s existence. You had never even met a man like him. He was sin made flesh, with his well-formed, strong body, the gorgeous face, the sun-kissed hair that switched colors from comeback to comeback. Jaehyun looks surprised to hear it. The dimples in his cheeks signal the smile that stretches across his lips, sweet and genuine and startled. It makes you sad, that he doesn’t expect those compliments; he is the kindest, sincerest, most attentive man you know.

(And if you were still in a relationship, you would have torn the clothes off of him and jumped him for looking that good in a suit. Not want to see his face my ass - you could stare at Jeong Jaehyun all day.)

“I thought we weren’t supposed to say stuff like that,” he says back, his voice low. It sounds deliciously rough, the way it sometimes sounded when you woke him from his sleep to kiss him, the sleepy yawns turning into soft moans when you rode him, his hands mapping out the space of your skin. You shake your head, as if you can shake off the memory. Your adoration for him went bone-deep. “Whatever,” you say hastily, as if that can erase the obvious pining you are displaying. “I mean, I don’t want Junseo to see us. I know you don’t like to lie, and I’m sorry for introducing you as an acquaintance, but I’d like it to remain that way. For him to believe there was nothing between us, I mean.”

“And is there?” Jaehyun’s voice sounds steady. It kills you to see the hope in his eyes, even now, even after you’ve hurt him after flaunting a new relationship. You remember his beautiful face on that day at the Christmas market, where the agony in his eyes had almost made you weep. You never ever wanted to be responsible for Jaehyun’s grief, not even now. “Nothing between us?”

You falter then, forgetting what you want to say. You can’t tell him the truth, you cannot - the truth being that when you look into Jaehyun’s eyes, your knees go weak and your hands yearn to claw at him and your kisses want to devour him whole, bones and all. You want to crawl inside him and live there forever, like the insane lover you are. You want to kiss him until you forget your own name, until the mornings become routine where you wake up next to him, where the sight of his beautiful face becomes the first thing you see after waking up for the rest of your life. The wish is so fervent it catches you off-guard, and it weakens your resolve. “There’s nothing, Jaehyun,” you say. Even you can hear the uncertainty. The atmosphere is so tense that you didn’t even notice the room has cleared out; the area is curtained off, a special exhibition inside the actual exhibition, for a yet-to-be-discovered artist who gained the space to present their art through chance. The few people who had mingled here had quietly left, identifying the situation as a lover’s spat. Anyone could walk in. Anyone. The realization makes your heart skip a beat. “You understand that, don’t you?”

Your words make sense, yet your actions don’t. You unconsciously inch closer to him. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t. “You’re confusing me,” Jaehyun responds, sounding frustrated, but when his hands find your waist, his touch is careful. Gentle. Like a collector in awe of the precious rare item he has found. “I thought you hated my guts. You know, that’s the kind of interpretation a break-up letter entails.”

“Jaehyun,” you whisper. You want to rip his hands off, leave him here to come to terms with the realization that this relationship is over. It had been such a difficult situation, and so painful; to rip the band-aid off in the manner that you did. You hadn’t even told Jeonghan about the reason you broke it off, so afraid of the consequences, yet more afraid of the repercussions of your relationship to Jaehyun’s career. You needed to tell him off now, before you do something you would regret. You do none of these things, however. You let Jeong Jaehyun cradle your face in the middle of the gallery as if nothing has changed and the two of you are eternal and you have never been apart. Something inside of you reaches for his soul, across the gaping abyss that forced mythological Orpheus and Eurydice apart. You let him bring your face close enough that he can press his cheek against yours, mimicking Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss hanging in the hall outside. A sweet irony. It had always been your favorite painting, and you know there was a copy of it hanging in Jaehyun’s living room, bought by you for an anniversary long past. His lips trace the lines of your cheekbones, feeding the selfish ache inside you that is always desperate for Jaehyun. “It doesn’t matter. I’m with a different man.”

The answer makes Jaehyun draw in a sharp breath, but his ministrations continue on; as if his love for you was an instinct he was chasing after unconsciously. His lips trail a burning path across your face, his fingers curling at your nape. Lulling you in. Entrancing you. “At the risk of sounding like an asshole - I don’t care,” he murmurs against your skin, the words reverberating in your blood. “I would give anything for being able to touch you like this. Even if this is the last time.”

You screw your eyes shut. Even if this is the last time. Almost mechanically, you raise your arms to draw him against you, your bodies lining up perfectly; you had always secretly enjoyed how well you guys fit together. A perfect match. When you had dropped him off at that airport, you had been robbed of truly saying goodbye to him. Coming home late, almost oversleeping and missing his flight, riding in separate cars because the staff had piled into the seats of which at least one should have been reserved for you. You couldn’t even kiss him goodbye - you had let go of Jaehyun with a heavy heart, a mind full of anxieties turning over all the threats you had received not only digitally, but now even physically, and with a mouth full of lies. This is the last time. You look up at the same time as Jaehyun decides to throw all caution against the wind, bowing his head to inch closer. “Let me kiss you, please,” he whispers, the desperation in his voice so heady it makes you feel drunk. “May I kiss you?”

You draw in a sharp, shuddering breath, and murmur your assent. As if this had been a decision and not a stabbing, sharp need below your chest. “Yes. Yes, Jaehyun.”

Your lips meet his halfway, although meet is the wrong words. It’s a crash and burn, two stars folding around one another and exploding in a supernova; there is nothing human about the way Jaehyun hungrily devours the surprised gasp you let out. His kiss is all fire and blood and teeth, the messy clacking of two people who had been made to love each other once and then cut apart by fate. Your hastily sucked in breaths keep getting interrupted every time Jaehyun kisses you again, and again, and again. It’s a sweet torture, and a productive one. By the time he has dragged you against a wall you are lightheaded and out of it, your skin prickling with the feeling of Jaehyun mapping out his way. “Oh sweetheart,” he sighs out against your collarbone, his teeth painting markings across your chest. You barely even register him falling to his knees. “I could die tomorrow and be a happy man.”

“What are you doing?” You ask him, dazed. Your hands find his shoulders (has he become even broader? You seriously need to have a talk with Johnny and the gym routine he forces Jaehyun through). Despite your confusion, your body remembers Jaehyun. You barely even think about following his guidance, complying almost immediately when he taps against your waist so that you raise your leg and angle it over his shoulder. The belated realization makes you blush heavily; your addled mind cannot keep up with your body’s compliance. “Jeong Jaehyun! Are you insane?”

You intended to sound fierce and reprimanding, but when you finally look down to meet his gaze, your knees almost buckle. Jaehyun looks like a man starved, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, the irises blown wide to ensure every detail of you is burned into his recollection. He looks like a worshipper, and his hands move across the supple flesh of your thighs as if in prayer. Blasphemous and heavenly. And incredibly dangerous. You can still hear the loud chatter of the other guests behind the curtain, just across the room. The nervousness makes your veins thrum. “Baby,” he says, sounding genuinely disbelieving. “Do you honestly think I won’t use this chance to taste you one last time? I don’t know what made you tolerate me suddenly, but I am not going to be the idiot that ruins the opportunity. You’ll let me go down on you, won’t you, sweetheart?”

The term of endearment makes you all fuzzy-minded and giddy. “I … yes … But anyone could walk in…” you nervously start, and yet you angle your hips forward so that Jaehyun can tug down your black lace panties, barely noticing that he tucks them inside his suit pockets. “And we’re not supposed to … I mean, I shouldn’t …. Jesus, Jae!”

In the middle of your feeble attempt of climbing back to the moral highground, Jaehyun had positioned himself right at your core; your hands fumble to hold on to his shoulders before he kisses your vulva way too innocently for a man who’s currently going down on you in the middle of a public art gallery. You barely remember to lean back against the wall for support before Jaehyun dives in like you are the last meal he is ever permitted to have on this earth, and he is determined to make it last.

You bite back a cry when Jaehyun finally laps at you, the torturous kitten lick lighting your entire body aflame with want. Although Jaehyun immediately follows it up by generously sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves, you cast aside all pretense of decorum due to your greed and dig your fingers in his hair to direct him closer, much closer, and Jaehyun moans. The sound is so delicious it makes your veins burn with desire, the physical pain of craving him running almost hotter than your need to be pleasured. Keyword almost. You wanted to come all over his mouth just for that delicious fucking noise, but your stomach was tensing up, the quick arousal accomplished by the serious lack of sex and masturbation that the past few months had been for you. Jaehyun’s hands claw at your knees, climbing to your thighs, forcing your legs wide open to welcome his fingers where he drags them across your all-too-welcoming entrance. “So wet,” he groans against your core, and you whimper at the vibration, bucking against his lips. Even though he loves to run his mouth during sex, he gets it to work anyways. Jaehyun laps up your sweetness as it drips down, his thumb flicking at your sensitive spots until he has you keening and tearing at his hair. “God, sweetheart, look at what a mess you’re making. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Jaehyun,” you gasp when he finally dives his tongue into you, the muscle pumping in mock-fashion of what he would love to do to you. The compliments are doing insane things to you and your heart, your poor heart that is going to cling to this moment forever. While Jaehyun’s fingers work their magic, your own begin to spasm, pulling and tearing at him. Submitting to you and your feral hunger he finally adds a finger, his right hand busy with fingering you while his left hands continues to trace circles over your clitoris. The sudden penetration has you remembering that his own digits are way longer than yours, the memory accompanying the sensation of him reaching further and further until he finds the right spot that has you bowing over him with a loud moan. This is what you missed, what you were imagining when you were daydreaming about sex, daydreaming about the godly way Jaehyun pounded you into the mattress. He knows he’s got you now, speeding up his ministrations at every noise you make. You screw your eyes shut with a bone-deep shudder, the sweet tension inside your abdomen pulling tighter and tighter in a familiar tell-tale sign. “Jaehyun, slow down, fuck!”

He’s curling his fingers, eager for your approval, hungry for more noises - through your blurry eyes, you realize he’s watching you through it all, the gaze of a predator. Not once does he look away, continuing his sweet song of praise. “So beautiful,” he coos against your pussy, pressing close so he can speak the words into your skin, your soul. In your state, it almost sounds like Jaehyun is the only thing in your world, and hasn’t it always been? The miracle in your life that you surrendered all your worship to? You lurch forward when he sucks your clit into his mouth, seeing white for a second, the stimulation becoming too much. “Keep looking at me, please. Wanna watch you when you come.”

“I…. can’t!” you manage to babble, realizing you are edging closer to your climax. You’ve never once been this quick, not with anyone but with Jaehyun; the only man in your life that knew every inch of you, the very shape of your soul. Your body is as familiar to him as the back of your hand; more familiar to him than his own self. Jaehyun is too impatient to deal with your arguments, though. “You can,” he hisses against you, dragging his fingers more fervently. Your warm walls tighten around them, hungrily trying to keep them in, to keep going. The sudden clenching around his fingers makes it difficult. “Look at me and cum or you won’t get to cum at all, I swear it.”

That’s all it takes for you to finally let go, almost weeping with the overwhelming pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you almost too violently, forced on by Jaehyun’s overstimulation as he keeps going and going and going, and by the time you push him off your sensitive pussy there are tears falling from your eyes. But you drag him close and kiss him, kiss him so hard you think he’s going to bruise, and Jaehyun lets you; it is much sweeter and patient than the beginning of the altercation, so sweet on your tongue it has you melting against Jaehyun. This is it, that adrenaline you kept chasing; true, painful, but worth it love. You feel too sensitive and too aware and too alight, but you wrap your arms around him all the same, as if you can keep him forever. Your kisses reach inside of him, desperate for connection, heavy with the longing that had accompanied you everywhere ever since you left him. You think you were born to love Jeong Jaehyun, and you kiss him as if you are Eve reaching for the forbidden apple - knowing it’s wrong, wanting it anyway. You want and you want and you want. Your hands are on his soft cheeks, dragging against his shoulders, careless, loving. You love Jeong Jaehyun, love him so much that your very existence is exploding from the inherent triumph that accompanied witnessing him.

You think you would gladly go to hell for tasting divinity on Jaehyun’s lips. You’d rather be a sinner than apart from him for being a saint.

When you finally tear away from him, Jaehyun’s lips are swollen(your heart almost fails at the sheer pleasure that sight gives you). He lets you drag your thumb across the kiss-stained lip, wiping away the lipstick, tracing his jawline. “Such a beautiful face,” you tell him, watching as he preens from the affection. Your heart to yearns to give him more, but you finally force yourself to step away before you die from the overdosis that is Jaehyun. He watches you, completely out of it. “This is the last time,” you remind him. The lie comes so easily now, even though you are trying to memorize his gorgeous face, tattooing it across your mind palace. You will never forget this, no matter what illness or loss comes for you. Not Jeong Jaehyun. “The last time, okay, Jae?”

You place your hand over his heart, and he places his own above it. For a moment, the situation feels eternal. You were in love and you were both idiots, but it was okay because you were handling it together. Because you would face all the challenges together. Because you would work towards a future together. But the spell is broken soon, and you make the first step back, biting your lip at the sadness resurfacing in his eyes. Jaehyun, you think. The only man you’ve ever entrusted your heart with like this.

“Okay,” he finally answers, helpless. He holds on to your hand, though, making the last few steps to follow you before he is forced to let you go. You turn back at the last second before you enter the main hall, just to see if he is looking away, but there he stands, watching you.

His face is forlorn, softened by his quiet sadness, and your heart breaks again. You leave him there before you can do something else you regret.

When Jaehyun had fallen in love you, he knew he was in for some deep shit.

Picking you up had become a natural habit now. You had long since stopped calling your brother and instead resorted to texting Jaehyun first. It felt like an honor, to be entrusted with your care. That you’ve started to know him in a way that makes you rely on him. Picking you up had led to late-night-drives to sober you up, late-night-drives had turned into a shared breakfast the next morning when Jaehyun was worried about you having hangovers, and fussing over you had turn into regular meet-ups because Jaehyun could no longer deny that what he craved was not reassurance of your well-being, but you in person.

He remembered one morning where he had slept over after a particularly nasty crash-out. You had been laughing and weeping incoherently, your friend Karina aiding him with the information that you had failed your exam and drowned yourself in booze. He had texted DK a “FYI, your sister’s puking her guts out in my apartment” after deciding his home was closer than yours and you wouldn’t last long enough to throw up in your own toilet, before he had sat there with you and braided your hair back while you emptied out your entire stomach. The next morning, when he had woken up to you cuddled up to him still on the bathroom floor, he had carried you to his bed, tucked you in and walked into the kitchen to cook hangover soup, something he had mastered by this point due to the amount of times Mark had familiarized himself with that toilet just like you did last night. Having checked his phone, he read your brother’s only response: “LOL. didn’t even realize she left party”

You had wandered in shortly after, sleepy and pale like a ghost. The sound of your footsteps had startled Jaehyun, but his surprise had turned into a sudden happiness at the sight of your eyes lighting up when you saw him. The realization that his presence made you as happy as yours made him was invaluable. He loved the kind of person he was when you guys were together; existing felt like floating, a light cloud of pure contentment.

Even though there hadn’t been a lot of talking, you had both been deeply comfortable. That was the very first time he had kissed you; when you couldn’t stop singing his praises after claiming his soup was too tasty, he had simply leant over and shut you up himself. It was almost funny at how quickly you had dropped that spoon, tugging at his pyjama shirt to pull him closer, damn right pulling him over the counter. Not that he was complaining. He loved the way you made him feel, the way your touch made it feel like there were stars blooming below his skin. It made him feel like the brightest sun in the sky. “Why did you do that?” you had immediately asked when he finally pulled back. Jaehyun had cradled your face, realizing he was holding his entire world in the palm of his hand. “I just suddenly understood that I want to hold your hair back for you for the rest of my life,” he had admitted then, earning himself a slap to the shoulder. But you had laughed, that pure boisterous laugh that sparked with joy, and his heart had pounded in his chest: unable to handle the luck he was experiencing.

The mornings had blurred into days, the days into weeks, finally bleeding into the most happiest months of Jaehyun’s life. He’d never been cautious, but you had certainly made him braver. Sudden shenanigans in public, joking around entirely too loud during important events, having fun everywhere you guys were together. You had made him believe there were no honeymoon phases. Jaehyun woke and rose in the morning, and went to sleep in the dawn obsessed with you. There were rough patches, stressful and grieving periods when your private lives had been rocked particularly hard with a certain event, but he never once stopped adoring you. You were in every waking breath, every racing heartbeat.

Even now, as he wakes the day after your goodbye in the art gallery, he wakes up with the taste of hope in his mouth, of the shape of your heart on the tip of his tongue. He wakes still dreaming, always dreaming of you.

“So what you’re saying,” states Johnny, twirling a biscuit around in his coffee, “is that you had sex with your ex-girlfriend in a public museum, fully knowing she’s dating someone else.”

“Johnny,” comes the muffled response from where Jaehyun hides his face in his hands. It’s too beautiful of a day. It should be raining, to reflect Jaehyun’s mood, to encompass this entirely too awkward feeling of knowing Jaehyun was still in love with his ex. He had spent the entire morning racking his brain for ideas to get rid of the other man, feeling like Lana del Rey in her worst situationships. Jaehyun has reached a very new low, the kind of pathetic that makes him not care that he’s embarrassing himself by still being at your beck-and-call. “It wasn’t sex.”

Johnny waves the retort away. “Oral sex, then. Still sex.” The comment is too loud and earns Johnny some weirded-out looks, but the man looks completely unbothered. He had once watched Johnny talk about different sex positions completely seriously while standing in line for gelato in Little Italy, back when they had visited New York together. Johnny Suh did not know what shame was. “I never even knew you were freaky like that. Little exhibitionist freak. Maybe I underestimated you.”

“Johnny,” Jaehyun deadpanned. “Is this the time to be making jokes? Can we get to the point?”

“What point, dude? You basically went on your knees and asked her to take you back, and she didn’t. I didn’t realize you wanted me to throw salt into the wound.”

Jaehyun lowers his head to the tabletop, resting his too warm face against the metal surface. He doesn’t dare close his eyes, because the image of you is burned into his eyelids. He feels like an addict itching for a quick fix. It had been like this the entire week now. It was one thing to be ghosted by you and forced to move on by the lack of interaction, and another to be making out with you and getting his hopes up despite the fact you told him this was the last time. All it did was make him delusional enough to think he could convince you for it not to be. “She didn’t say no,” he tells Johnny, sounding pitiable even to him. “She just told me this had to be the last time.”

A few seconds pass before Jaehyun finally raises his head due to the lack of answer from his best friend. The look Johnny gives him tells him is answer enough, and Jaehyun pulls a grimace. He hadn’t expected of Johnny to be feeding into his delusions, but there had been some hope. Hope for you to call. Hope for you to come back. Hope for you to still want him.

You hadn’t unfollowed him yet; you hadn’t posted in days; and your brother has kindly snitched to him that you’ve even been blowing off Junseo. He knows you have finals coming up soon, but thinking rationally was something Jaehyun severely lacked at the moment. He had been entertaining the idea that the … meeting, for a lack of better words, in the museum had shaken you up as much as it did him. He kept replaying the memory in his head, the way your plush thighs had trapped him there on his knees, your pretty lips jutted in a pout, the tears falling from your eyes from the way he was making you feel so good … he almost felt himself get hard again, but quickly killed the boner by thinking of something else. “I just wish she’d be more clear,” he sighs out. At the sight of Johnny raising his eyebrows, he clarifies: “I mean that she’s playing hot and cold with me. I’m not stupid enough to not realize she does want to put an end to this. And yet she’s the one that followed me on Instagram, and kissed me, and made me fall all over again for her. I wasn’t doing well before I saw her again, but I was going somewhere.”

“Somewhere,” Johnny repeats, his tone mocking, but then he sets down the biscuit that had come with his coffee. This is what Jaehyun liked about him the most. He considered everything and thought about everything carefully before giving his honest opinion, and even though he sure as hell wasn’t unbiased, he still tried his best to be. “I guess,” Johnny concurs then. “I guess that’s true. I just think there must be a reason to this. I haven’t known her half as long as you do, but we were friends once, and she never once acted as irrationally as she did this past year.”

Jaehyun perked up at that. It was true, at least. In the weeks leading up to your break-up, as well as the months afterwards, you had been acting incredibly off, to the point that even your close ones had been questioning your case. He hadn’t realized how keen Johnny’s observations could be. “So you think she’s going through something that she couldn’t tell me?” he asks, his voice tentative.

Johnny shrugs. “That sounds like the most logical explanation to me. So you either hook up with her again and question her while you’re at it, or you start looking up ways to get rid of Junseo, I guess.” The suggestion makes Johnny’s face light up with excitement. “Dude, I actually always wanted to hire an assassin on the dark web. Do you think we can do that?”

“No, you idiot,” Jaehyun hisses back. But the gears in his head are already turning, chipping away at the past year, at your secret glances and your guilty letter and the sadness in your eyes when you had let him go. He had always thought that even though you had been decisive, you had at least been sad for not being able to love him in the way he deserved to be loved anymore. now he wonders how selfish he has been, and whether he should have been texting his ex all along instead of grieving what was.

Well. Jaehyun thought it couldn’t hurt to try.

Jeonghan sees him before you do.

It’s the way your best friend immediately starts cackling and turns back around to walk back into the library. You halt in your movements, looking at him imploringly. “Your ex, dude,” he tells you, visibly enjoying the way you immediately enter full-panic-mode. “You’re on your own.”

Your panicked “Hannie!” is drowned out by his snickers, and Jeonghan leaves you to your distress to pretend going to the bathroom. You met Jeonghan years ago, and even though he was older than you, you had become such fast friends that DK threatened to beat you guys up for laughing too loud whenever you were over at their dorms. He was your stupid older unnecessary brother that loved you more than anything, but he is also the most brutally honest one out of all of your friends. You do not go to Jeonghan for advice if you aren’t able to handle the truth. He cuts to the chase real quick and will call you out on your bullshit.

It’s also why he immediately told you that your plan wasn’t going to work out. “Let’s not pretend this is the most lovey-dovey you’ve ever been in your life,” Jeonghan had told you with a straight face. You wince at the memory; Jeonghan’s words are able to tear down buildings. “You love-love that man. You’re in deep, deep shit. Whatever it is you don’t want to tell me about, the thing that made you think up this idiotic plan in the first place, it won’t be able to amount to the feelings you have for him.”

Yes, you love-love him; you know just as much, and your heart sings with that knowledge. It pinches and tingles beneath your ribs, calling out a certain name. It rejoices at the sight of Jaehyun out there, in the rain, wearing not even a jacket but instead jeans and a hoodie that looks large even on him, and a bouquet in his hands. But you love him enough not to want to be selfish enough to endanger him.

The messages had blown up your instant message box for weeks then, each threat becoming more explicit. At first, you had resorted to deleting them. They were all the same at their core, anyways, the same hatred being spewed with different names. But then one persistent account had started attaching pictures to their messages, waking you up from the rose-tinted dream that was being in love with Jaehyun. Pictures of him at private events, including the other band members as well, even the youngest ones who were innocent. You hadn’t responded, but the fear had you making hasty plans; setting up everything carefully, writing the letter, while you prepared to leave Jaehyun in the most respectful way you could imagine because that is what you owed him. But then pictures of his own rented studio inside SM building had started popping up, a room you knew no one but Jaehyun and his aides should have access to, one single message with one ominous threat: Leave him or I’ll ruin the both of you. His life’s work being killed will be your fault.

Your lack of answer surely had made them furious.

You didn’t know whether to approach the managers, or even the police. Stalkers weren’t unheard of in the industry, one being caught and sued almost weekly by now, and Jaehyun had cycled through his fair share of them. No one had ever went for you in that way, though. You were certain that this wasn’t a singular threat, certain that this was someone who would pull out all stops to get rid of you. SM Entertainment was more tightly under lock and key than a literal jail. This person knew what they were doing. And so you did what you thought was right, at the cost of your own wellbeing. How much you had sacrificed and cried after distancing yourself from the man you considered your heart.

And yet here he was.

You shake the umbrella open before stepping out of the library, into the rain. In three quick strides, you’ve reached him. You try to convince yourself you’re just eager to be rid of him, but the corners of your lips quirk up way too happily for your brain to believe that. “Is this your equivalent of a boombox outside my window?” you question.

Jaehyun smiles, and it untangles the heavy knot of dread inside of you. The weather is awful, but you feel warm, spreading inside your chest like the soothing effects of medicine. “It kind of is,” he answers. He sounds like he is carefully weighing his words, but his voice is gentle. “I didn’t know which one your window was. And entering the building to go visit you in your apartment seemed creepy to even me.”

You tentatively reach out, brushing your fingers over the roses. They’re a deep red, plush and freshly bloomed. Expensive. Junseo has never even got you a three-dollar-bundle of flowers from the grocery store. “You know, I already have someone who’s giving me flowers,” you tell him, but the threat is empty. Every inch of you is bursting with happiness. Jaehyun is here, even though it’s the middle of the night and the weather is completely awful, just to give you roses.

(You never even make the connection someone must have told him you’re here. (DK was shitting himself for days in fear of you finding out he was the tattletale.)

Jaehyun hands you the bouquet, his hands covering your own as you grasp it. You watch him as he takes the opportunity to step closer to you, never once reprimanding him. His face is open and trusting, and the force of his loving gaze hits you right in the chest. “I know,” he retorts. “And the thought is killing me. It should be me. And so I will. I will keep buying you roses until you ask me to stop, sweetheart, because I don’t mind if you forget about me, but I was made to adore you. I can’t ignore my instincts.”

The confession does funny things to your heart, in a way that makes you beam at him for the first time in months. You haven’t smiled like this in so long, and your cheeks hurt from the lack of practise. Jaehyun, the damn fool; Jaehyun, the hopeless romantic; Jaehyun, the love of your life. “Killing you,” you muse, entertaining him. You are playing with fire, you realize, but you are coming to the understanding that even though you had made a decision for him in a completely unfair manner, because you felt threatened to do so, Jaehyun still chooses you. And he continues to choose you. He has respected your wishes, has kept his distance despite the grief you have caused him, and has only re-entered your life because you allowed him to do so. It was your own self-doubt about being the one for him that had forced your hand and made you not ask him for help about the threats; and despite the fact Jaehyun never understood why, he had still reassured you.

“Do you honestly mean that?” you ask him, even though you know what his answer will be. Even though your heart has always chosen him, this sweet boy who knew just what to say to cheer you up. Who listened when you talked. Who bought you gifts just because you mentioned liking some trinket in passing. Who remembers to kiss you every morning before you leave the house, even if it means dragging himself out of bed at 5am in the morning just to see you off because he knows he won’t see you the entire day. Who leaves little notes around the house for you to find when he is too busy to be with you. Jaehyun, your Jaehyun.

“I will always, always mean it,” he answers in the most earnest way possible. “I’ve been thinking about you all this time. I know how pathetic this sounds, but all this time, I kept envisioning you, and the thought of you kept me going even though I knew you weren’t a part of my life anymore. I like the person you made me become, sweetheart, and the way you have helped me shape my life into something I can be proud of. I just wish I had realized sooner that there was something bothering you - because there is, right?” His fingers gently squeeze yours in encouragement, and your little nod makes him press on. “I’m sorry,” he says, and surprises you. “I’m sorry for being so in love with your good and pure heart and failing to realize that it burdened you, despite how good and pure it was. You were going through something that you couldn’t handle, and I couldn’t see it, and I’m sorry.”

You tug at Jaehyun’s hands. His instantaneous, responding smile makes your heart skip a beat, and he lets you pull him down until you can press your lips to his soft, dimpled cheek. “You’re such a sore loser, Jeong Jaehyun,” you whisper then, but you loosen a hand from the bouquet and place it against his cheek to keep him there. To treasure him. “And such a sweet little idiot. You don’t have to apologize about a single thing to me.” He smells like home, like the only home you’ve ever known. Jaehyun hums, and nods in assent to the insults, and the agreement makes you laugh. You kiss his cheek again, and again, and again, until Jaehyun’s impatience makes him turn his head and kiss you so urgently that your head feels like it’s spinning. “Jaehyun,” you sigh into the kiss, feeling his teeth nip at your lower lip, feeling his hands close around your heart.

You have never felt so safe.

Jaehyun rests his forehead against yours, the pouring rain cascading around you both. “Does that mean I can kill your little boy toy now?” he asks, but you only smack him and smile shyly, your face radiant with adoration for him. “I am going to resolve some things first,” you tell him. “Until then, no murder.”

“And after that?”

“After that,” you say, “I am going to prove that my heart has always belonged to you, Jeong Jaehyun. Even when I made you doubt that.”

(For your information, Jeonghan has recorded that entire interaction and forwarded it to Johnny without context. Johnny had texted him back almost seconds later, asking, Who’s this and how’d you get my number? Hannie’s response, as you discover after he had confessed his betrayal, was I have my ways.)

Jaehyun,

I realize me writing another letter is cruel and ironic, but hear me out, please.

When I wrote my first letter, it was with the selfish intention of at least something of mine remaining with you. By the time you read this, I’ll hopefully have gathered enough evidence to explain my case to you and maybe have the guts to ask you to accompany me to the police, but what I first want to reiterate is: I love you. I love you the point of self-sacrifice. I love you enough that I turned my back on being selfless anyways and selfishly chose you, because you are the most important person in my heart. You will always come first.

When I wrote that letter to break up with you, I imagined a piece of myself embedding itself in the ink so that at least something could remain forever. In my mind, you were never ephemeral: no matter how many times I changed my paths and adjusted my future, it has always included you. I never once imagined building a life for myself that didn’t have you as its brilliant, shining center piece, the light of my life, my Jaehyun. I’ve always been afraid of falling in love head-first, always afraid of loving more than the other, but you have proven me wrong. And I love being proven wrong by you. I love the fact that you fiercely, sincerely, and lovingly pull me back to reality every time. Reality with you is more perfect than anything I could have ever dreamed of.

Since my first letter was supposed to be a goodbye, I want this letter to be proof that I choose to greet the future with you. I want this letter to be proof that I will never need a letter again. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and telling you about it, and I will reassure you of that always, in the same manner as you have always me reassured me. You told me that my heart was good and pure, but I genuinely believe that I am constantly reflecting back what you give me: your kindness, Jae, your sincerity, your unbelievable humanity.

You are the only man I ever want roses in my life from, and that will never change. :) So if you finish reading this, stop creeping on my Instagram waiting for me to drop the other man and come bring me another bouquet so I can prove to you there has never been another. You are the only one in my heart.

With love,

your sweetheart

[yunoclips]

“You ready?” 

“Mhm” He replies with a shaky hum.

Here you two were on the bed. Taeyong was on his hands and knees waiting for you to continue. You had just finished prepping him. Two fingers , extra lube. Careful enough to stretch him out while avoiding his prostate. You wanted to save that for later. 

It was Taeyong’s first time being the one receiving any kind of penetration. You wanted to make it nice and special. Something he’d never be able to forget. 

You crawl up the bed to meet his face. He was red , you could see his heart beating out of his chest. Placing a chaste kiss on his rosy cheek you whispered in his ear before moving back down the bed.

“Just relax , I’ll make you feel really good. I promise” 

With that his breath hitched. 

You grabbed the small vibrating toy and applied generous amounts of lube making sure to cover every part of it. 

You turned it on to the lowest setting. That would be enough to make him melt. Before you put anything in, you place two soft kisses to each of his supple ass cheeks and then trail down to place a sloppy wet kiss to his perineum. 

His arms started to shake and he let out an long whine that was cut short when you inserted the buzzing toy into his willing hole. 

You watched as his entire world shifted.  

You heard a gasp that was cut short by an overwhelming silence. His arms grew weak and he fell face first into the pillows. Then it was his beautiful legs shaking before they finally decide to give out on him.

You pressed the toy deeper. Then you hear a long mewl. You watch as he tries to lift his hands but he can only get them so far before they start to shake and he is left fisting the sheets trying to ground himself. 

“I- fuck I think im gonna…. Mmm fuck” He tries to get words out but the pleasure is so incredibly overwhelming that he can barley finish a sentence. Nd to think this is only the lowest setting

You caress his back. Running your hands up and down the smooth skin. 

“Words yongie, I need words. How am I supposed to know what’s going on if you can’t speak?” You say in a slightly mocking tone.

“I-i mmmm shit… I think I’m gonna piss myself fuck” He says in a jumbled voice. His words are barley audible. 

“That’s okay baby , let it all go.” You say before turning the toy up to the highest setting. All the previous mewls and whines have been silenced. "Did he pass out?" You wonder to yourself. You decide to check on him. You crawl up the bed to meet his face and the sight stuns you.

There Taeyong was basking in orgasmic glory. His mouth was agape , silently gasping as drool had pooled out of his mouth and left a large stain on the pillow. His eyes were taken over by whiteness and his eyelids twitched. His fingers were spasming as he attempted to grip the sheets but failed. He was absolutely fucked out. 

The sight alone had your clit throbbing. He was on the verge of passing out. That was enough experimenting for today. Crawling back down on the bed you paused the vibrations. You rubbed his right ass cheek and placed another soft kiss on it before carefully pulling the toy out which caused his entire body to flinch. 

After placing the toy at the end of the bed, you carefully turned Taeyong on his back. His abdomen was glistening. “Fuck he must’ve squirted on himself” you say to yourself. Your eyes trail up to his face. His mouth was slightly agape and his breathing was slow and deep. His eyes were glossy and his pupils were completely dilated. 

“How ya feeling baby boy? Looks like you came pretty hard”

He didn’t answer , his eyes just trailed to your face. It was as if he went non verbal. The orgasm taking so much out of him that he couldn’t speak anymore. You lean down to his left ear. Lips placing a delicate kiss to the shell of it.

“Can’t speak? That’s okay baby. I’m gonna take real good care of you, gonna fix you up” You whisper into his ear while your right arm extends over his chest. The hand of your right arm is caressing his other ear rubbing back and forth.

He still can’t speak. You place a wet kiss on his cheek before attempting to get off the bed and get a rag to clean up his mess. Before you could fully walk away you feel a hand grab at your own preventing you from getting anywhere. You quickly whip your head back and there he is. Gripping your hand like it’s his life source. He stares into your eyes with a desperate look before finally speaking up. 

“D-don’t , please just stay.. don’t wan you to go.”

[taeyongsfemdom]

A Chaotic Analysis Of The TaeyongsFemdom Universe.

(Sorry I had to add this 😅)

Hey Bitches ❤️ So for this post, I will be discussing the lore within my page and the stories i’ve written so far that are within TYFD universe, I’m doing this like those TV show or book plot breakdowns (i.e Mike’s Mic PLL video and caricanread’s acotar breakdown) 

•quick tw: small mentions of abuse, murder & light gore.

•note: This whole page is a dark romance with a little bit of horror movie vibes. More lore will be added to this post as more fics/minis are written.

•tropes: good boy/bad girl, fem!billionaire reverse grumpy/sunshine, touch him and die, fem. serial killer, femdom relationship, age gap.

So, this all begins with a beautiful young woman who runs her own sex toy company and her employees are seven men (NCT 127 members) with Mark Lee being her assistant and right hand man. Mark was introduced in A Deal With The Devil, there was a day where he took her to a farmer's market that he goes to all the time because of the fresh watermelon (🤡)

First off, this woman is a glamorous ass bitch. She's a CEO! She always has a fierce outfit on, hair looking good, nails done and a banging body to match.

If things don't go her way then it's the motherfucking highway and she gets what she wants whenever she wants it.

"I know how powerful I am. I'm smart and beautiful! Everyone either loves or hates me, men want me and bitches fear me. I know what I want and I always get what I want"

The man running the market knows Mark very well and he introduces her to him. While talking to the owner, she sees a young boy working in the field behind the counter, and she asks who he is and the owner introduces him to the duo and his name is Taeyong. The woman became infatuated with him in a heartbeat, the way he could barely stare at her because of how pretty she was, his eyes glued to the ground which made her smile, she just thought that he was the cutest thing to ever exist, but she noticed something was off.

"I could care less about the man Mark was talking to, I was too focused on the boy beside him. I just couldn't stop looking, he was perfect in every way possible. A strangely beautiful face, cute rosy cheeks and these massive chocolate eyes that made him look so sweet, like an actual living doll. The twisted bitch in my brain was just shouting at me to take and put him in a dollhouse. I just had to have him".

She decided to go back a few days later, hopping in her black g-wagon and driving to the market during a storm. She gets to the market and sees a light inside a shack, yelling coming from the inside. The voice of the owner berating Taeyong along with the sound of slapping and punching, her eyes spot him on the floor covering himself for protection from the blows with bruises and blood on him.

"CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT? I SHOULD JUST THROW YOUR LITTLE ASS ON THE STREET SO YOU CAN SLEEP IN THE RAIN"

While his back was turned, the woman grabbed a nearby shovel and with a loud ass BANG the man fell to the floor, a bloody gash appearing on the back of his head as he fell unconscious. Blood covered her face as she watched Taeyong look at her with pure terror & a mix of relief.

"Come with me...WE NEED TO GO!"

He took her hand as the both of them ran to the car while getting soaked in the rain, rushing him into the front seat as she threw the shovel in the trunk before speeding off into the night. She took Taeyong in, letting him stay inside her massive home, and baby she lives in a nice ass mansion (see post about the home she lives in) She cleaned him up, and gave him a new life. Bought him new clothes and many other nice things, basically showering him with gifts and love since he's never had anything like that before, she told him that she would take care of everything. He even offered to cook and clean for her as a thank you.

(side note: her housekeeper had stopped showing up ever since she moved into her new mansion so it was a win-win situation, so Taeyong became a housewife of some sort)

"Don't ever think you're going back to that old life, you're gonna be staying with me for a very long time"

Weeks pass on and she gets a call from Zhong Chenle and he personally wanted to hire her to be Taeyong’s manager after firing the current ones for being sketchy ever since he took over SM Entertainment. The woman was unaware that Taeyong was a kpop idol and thought he just worked at a little market, Chenle tells her that he’s been trying to get Taeyong to leave that market so he can focus on his career.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were an idol? I just got a call from the CEO about being your new manager” 

"Y..you’re my new manager?  

"Apparently I am! Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?"

"Because I thought you were gonna look at me differently. Are you gonna kick me out?"

"Honey, I would never kick you out, I just need you to be honest with me, okay?" 

(We'll be talking more on Taeyong later....)

The woman hired a good friend of hers named Norilyn to be her assistant to help her with this managing gig, the woman made sure everything ran smoothly during photo-shoots or events that he would attend, being one of his biggest supporters and being there for him if he was anxious or scared.

•She was giving very much Kris Jenner mom-ager "You're doing amazing sweetie" vibes. And here's a cute fun fact: the woman speaks korean very fluently, and this shocks the fuck outta Taeyong. She also helps him improve with his english speaking (cute)

"You're so kind, I appreciate you so much for being there for me!"

“Of course, angel cake! That’s what I'm here for. I'll always be there for you"

One thing that we learn about the woman is that she's unhinged. Back then, she was a serial killer who specifically targeted mysogynistic men who looked down on women. While working her way in life, she faced many white men who were just disgusting human beings and let's just say...they never made it back home at night to their loving families.

She actually calmed down with the murders for several years after she started her company but unfortunately this managing job is really bringing out the murderous bitch in her (yikes.)

The woman ended up developing an obsession with Taeyong and became very possessive over him as years passed on. She started calling him "little rose" as a nickname. Her eyes were on him 24/7 and watched every move he made, becoming deadly if anyone approached her precious rose that wasn't her.

"I'll kill anyone who even dares to touch him"

Ever since she murdered the man that was abusing him, something in her just snapped.

(this where the murdering starts back up again)

She has two secret rooms, a weapon room and her basement where she brings her victims teach them a lesson with the help of her good friend Qian Kun who has a team of skilled assassins at his side.

“Now, tell me what we learned today?”

“N..not to speak a..about Taeyong”

“Or what?”

“Y..you’ll cut my dick off”

“Good! Because if I hear you say another word about my rose again, i’ll cut that shit off and let you bleed out on my floor"

The hallway that leads to her gun room and the basement ⬇️

Ms. Thing definitely got something going on upstairs (if you catch my drift) we already know that tyongfs are insane, but this chick is literally 10x worse! She will get her hands dirty if something happened to Taeyong and would probably murder everyone in a fit of rage tbh. (One of these days he'll find her coated in blood) she can also fight too! She's not scared to hit a bitch when it comes to Taeyong either lol.

(Deadass will fight someone like this 😂 ^)

The murder at the farmer's market made it on the news but the killer was never found so the case went cold, and that's exactly what the woman wanted. The shovel that was coated in blood was in her rose garden and was completely cleaned of fingerprints. She obviously wasn't gonna tell anyone about this except for right hand woman Mason who helps her with murders, and she wasn't gonna tell Taeyong about it because she didn't wanna scare him to death, so she decided to keep quiet about it.

Now let’s talk about Taeyong for a minute:

I wanted to come back to him to point out a few things. Besides the fact that he’s an idol, he is very naive and believes everything that is told to him (alarming btw) so the woman takes advantage of this so she can take care of "personal business" like she'll literally be slaughtering someone like cattle in her basement and he wouldn't even know. Gotta hand it to her, she makes sure that her victims are killed quietly so he won't hear anything.

(We still love him though 💕💕🌹🌹)

Still on the topic of Taeyong, he is not only her obsession, he was also her little fuck-toy. We find out that he's into being dominated but specifically by a woman, he believes that he should be submissive and obedient while a woman works and makes the money for the household. The both of them made an agreement about a dom/sub relationship behind closed doors, making her his manager and goddess. He would be kneeling at her feet while she sits at her throne, his lips spilling praises while kissing her high heels after rewarding or punishing him, just being grateful for his beautiful goddess.

"What do you say while on the floor worshiping my feet, pet?" 

"Thank you, goddess!" 

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me, little rose?"

"Y..yes, goddess" 

"That's a good pet! I'm gonna have so much fun with you"

The two became very close over the years while living together, Taeyong quickly falling in love with her since he's never seen or been with a woman like her. Seeing how confident, powerful and beautiful she was (he really did see her as goddess that was sent to him by the gods themselves) he didn't really notice how much of a ✨️possessive queen✨️ she is buuuutttt he was living his best life in a luxurious mansion with a beautiful psychopath.

"I really like being here with you, doing things like cooking and cleaning, along with you being my manager and umm...."

"The woman of your dreams?"

"U..uh yeah, y..you can say that"

"Don't lie to me boy, I can see you blushing. Also i'm not sure if you remember what I told you when you first started living with me, little rose. I have a lot of power, nobody will ever think to disrespect you when i'm around, I control everything and everyone...including you, little rose"

"Yes, goddess"

And that is basically the lore around my page! Just to let ya'll know that this is not real and is all just fiction- 💋🥀

[ace-angel-judas]

I need more dad donghae and Eunhyuk in the wolf au

“Johnny get off Jaehyun!” Eunhyuk yelled, “Stop trying to bite him!”

It was chaos within the house, Donghae holding a crying Sophia in his arms, her cheeks a deep red and rosy colour from her fever. Taeil and Sunmi were sat back on the couch, staring at the chaos.

“Where’s Siwon?” Donghae asked, “He said he’d be here by noon,”

“No bloody idea,” Eunhyuk huffed as he held Johnny and Jaehyun on either side of him, “No one said they were god damn alphas! How did we end up with three alpha pups?!”

Another cry came from Sophia, she was still burning up despite the medication she’d been given. She hadn’t slept all night and between her and Doyoung, No one had any sleep.

“Doyoung’s finally asleep,” Donghae stated as Eunhyuk placed the two boys on either side of the room, “Where’s Taeyong?”

“Behind you,”

Donghae turned, finding the young alpha standing behind him with a worried look. He and Sophia were inseparable.

“She’ll be okay,” Donghae reassured him.

“Doctor! Doctor!”

Sunmi’s voice made Donghae and Eunhyuk perk up, watching as she looked out the window. Siwon was finally here, Donghae opening the door.

“Hey- oh..,” Siwon’s eyes were wide, “She’s sick,”

“No shit!” Eunhyuk yelled from the lounge room.

“Her and Doyoung,” Donghae explained, “Doyoung’S getting better but she’s not,”

Siwon stepped inside and noticed the chaos as they walked into the dining area. Donghae placed Sophia down on the table, match to her loud cry of pain.

Taeyong had followed, peeking over the table with a worried look. Siwon softly touched Sophia’s hand before he furrowed his brows.

“How long has she been sick?” Siwon asked.

“Five days, the medication you gave us isn’t working,” Donghae explained.

“Of course not, it’s the wrong meds,” Siwon grumbled, “She’s not sick, it’s a transformation fever,”

Donghae stared, “What?”

“Usually wolves shift by the time their two and because their so young and with their mothers, the fever only lasts a day,” Siwon explained.

“Wait, she’s shifting?” Donghae asked, “She’s almost six! She’s past the age!”

The doctor shook his head, “Female wolves are so different and so rare, their transformation is also different,”

Sophia hiccuped, still sobbing while Donghae stroked her hair, “What do we do?”

“You have to wait it out until she takes on wolf form,” Siwon frowned.

[nctaezen]

rosy ♡ tyong behind 'moonlight' rehearsal

[yonglq]

[jangsxntiger]

[ Soft Moments @ 3 AM w/ NCT 127 ] -

Warnings: 18 + Reference

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

Taeil lives and breathes music and when you finally find time to spend together, he likes to share his playlists whilst you lie alongside one another on his bed. It is as if you have been together for a lifetime and know just about everything there is to know about each other. He links his fingers with your own and taps your thigh in time with the rhythm. Sometimes he is silent, appreciating the music, other times he talks about your future, about the house you’ll buy together one day, the pet you’ll adopt.

➳ Johnny -

3 AM sees you and Johnny leaning against the kitchen cabinets in your apartment, endlessly laughing at one another. The wine had dried up long ago, but its effect still lingers in your laughter, in the rosy colour of your cheeks and in the hazy look in your eyes. He tells you a hundred times over how in love with you he is, how happy he is to have met you.

➳ Taeyong -

When Taeyong doesn’t have to be up at 4 AM for schedules, he makes the most of being able to stay in the studio until the early hours of the morning. He enjoys the quiet of an empty studio, followed by a breezy walk home through nearly deserted streets. It has become a habit for you to slip inside to keep him company. It is silent except for the occasional click of his keyboard and the sound of him humming along to the music playing through his headphones. Taeyong glances over his shoulder every now and then to check on you on the studio sofa and the moment he realises that you’re dozing, he will take a million photographs on his phone because he thinks you look so cute.

➳ Yuta -

The early hours of the morning are meant for sharing showers after late-night visits to the gym. Yuta is touchy and teasing, but tired and so you use the time to catch up on your watchlist. It is fingers threading through damp hair and soft laughter at the television show. He insists on having your head resting on his bare chest even though he knows it will cause you to fall asleep, he secretly enjoys having to catch you up on what you’ve missed in the show.

➳ Doyoung -

After a busy day of schedules, all Doyoung can bring himself to do is pull you beneath his duvet and fall asleep. At first, you lie awake, catching up on each other's days, sometimes weeks when things are particularly busy. The television can faintly be heard from the living room and you suppose one of Doyoung’s group mates is unwinding on the sofa. Haechan can occasionally be heard tapping away at his computer keyboard. The soft sounds, partnered with Doyoung’s warmth are enough to lull you to sleep. Doyoung grows clingy after a hectic week - the hand around your waist is firm and he won’t shift for at least eight hours. 

➳ Jaehyun -

3 AM is a time you have grown familiar with because it is the only time of day that you and Jaehyun are able to be truly alone. It is fingers furrowing beneath layers of clothing, bedsheets against bare skin and quiet sighs. Jaehyun moves slowly at 3 AM as if he has all the time in the world and nowhere to be in a few hours. He just wants to make you feel good in the most gentle way possible. 

➳ Jungwoo -

Being with Jungwoo, you’re lucky if you’re ever in bed at 3 AM. It is as if you’re running out of time, the way he tugs you around the city by his hand that is threaded with your own. It is a time for taking half-blurred photographs beneath amber streetlights and eating ice cream from the twenty-four-hour convenience store. Normally he is shy and bashful, but he comes alive after midnight and it is nigh daybreak the first time he tells you he loves you. 

➳ Mark -

Given the timezone difference, Mark doesn’t often get to talk to his family and when he does, it is at 3 AM. When he has news or just wants to catch up, he collapses onto the dorm sofa, tucks you into his side and hits the FaceTime button. It took a while for him to feel comfortable introducing you to his family, even over the phone, but now he takes great joy in listening to you chat with his parents. He often thinks about the day he’ll next visit home and take you with him. 

➳ Haechan -

At 3 AM there is one place and one place only that you and Haechan can be found - he sits at his desk entirely engrossed in the game filling his computer screen. He has you in his lap, your head against his chest. Honestly, the position is a little uncomfortable, but he is warm and you’re sleepy and you’re not sure who will whine more if one of you moves. In between games he rubs his hands up and down your back and leans in close to listen to your quiet reminders of how much you love him. 

[sluttyten]

Last Christmas

summary: at a Christmas party you find yourself and your friend Taeyong under a mistletoe, and you realize that last Christmas you missed out on the chance to become more than friends. This Christmas you won’t let the opportunity slip by

length: 4,150 words

tags: friends to lovers, car sex, riding

Christmas was always one of those difficult times of year. 

As a foreigner living in Seoul, it was a time that always made you feel so distant from your family back home. But luckily you had your friends, a tight knit group of people that had certainly become like a family here in Seoul. And two of your friends were throwing a Christmas party at their apartment for all of you. 

The party involved too much alcohol, Christmas karaoke, lots of laughter and over-the-top storytelling. 

And Taeyong.

“Hey.” He grins as he steps through the door of the apartment, still stomping snow off his shoes. A beanie is tugged down to his eyebrows and his cheeks are a rosy pink, and he’s beaming so brightly as he pulls you into a long-awaited hug.

“I’ve missed you,” you groan into the hug, tucking your chin over his shoulder. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since last Christmas.”

Taeyong steps back out of the hug. “It does feel that way, doesn’t it? I hope this year goes a bit different than last year.” He laughs.

“Oh, God.” You nod. “That hangover lasted into the new year. I’m definitely gonna take it easier this year.”

You stick to Taeyong’s side as he joins the party. He’s always been one of your friends here in Seoul that you’ve been closest to, even though it seems like he’s always busy, you do talk with him quite often even if you can’t see him. And it really has been a while since you last got to see him; every time you’ve tried to make plans with him and your other friends, he’s cancelled because he’s busy, so you’ve been desperately missing him, and you don’t want to miss your chance to catch up with him.

But all of your other friends seem to feel the same, wanting to get their own piece of Taeyong tonight. He keeps getting pulled away from conversations with you, and you’re immediately thrown into the deep waters of feeling lonely again even though you’re at a party in a room full of people.

You sit alone, trying to sip slowly at your drink so that you truly don’t end up with a hangover as splendid and terrible as the one from last Christmas. Last year, you got blackout drunk from the strong cocktails that one of your friends was highly skilled at making, and you’d woken up the next afternoon somehow in your own bed with only the most vague memories of the night before.

You look around the room, spotting the multiple sets of couples around the room, drinking and laughing together. One couple has their three-month-old baby with them, and everyone’s been cooing over the handsome little boy, and the more you look around the room, the longer you sit there alone, the more lonely you feel, and the more you want to actually go somewhere to be actually alone because somehow being by yourself is a totally different feeling than being alone in a room full of people.

No one says anything to you as you stand up and squeeze around the decorated Christmas tree to get to the sliding door that leads out onto the balcony.

It’s a narrow balcony, barely wide enough for you to stand sideways on, but you appreciate the space you’ve got once you’re out there, the sliding glass door closed behind you once again, drowning out the volume of the party behind you. Slowly the heat fades away too, wicking off your skin to be replaced by the bitter bite of the wintry night. Without your coat on out here, standing there in just a sweater, a skirt and tights, it doesn’t take long at all for the cold to soak into you.

You sigh and lean your elbows against the balcony railing, looking out at the city. 

When you hear the door slide open behind you, you turn to tell whoever it is to go back inside because there’s not enough room out here for the both of you. 

But it’s Taeyong, so you don’t say a word.

“I thought I saw you duck out of the party.” Taeyong says as he slides the door back shut. He comes to stand beside you, leaning against the railing too. “Did it get to be too much in there?” 

“Kinda. I think I just miss my family. I’ve never really had to spend a Christmas alone before.” Last Christmas you hadn’t felt alone like this, maybe because your family had come to visit right after the holiday, so it hadn’t truly felt like you spent it alone. But this year they couldn’t come here, and you couldn’t go to them. 

Taeyong’s shoulder bumps against yours, heat blossoming from the point where his arm rests against yours. “You’re not alone. You’ve got me.”

You look at him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s watching you with his beautiful, dark eyes, and a light smile plays on his lips. You notice as his gaze flicks up, and you turn your head toward him, watching his face as his eyebrows draw together in confusion for an instant before the expression clears into something more relaxed. 

“What are you looking at?” You ask.

Taeyong clears his throat, and his gaze sinks back down to yours. “Mistletoe.”

You don’t look up. You’re too busy staring at Taeyong’s beautiful face. “You know it’s, like, against Christmas law to deny the power of the mistletoe, right?”

“Oh?” Taeyong smiles. “So, I should just...?”

He tilts his head slightly, leaning in. Your heart pounds in your chest, breath caught right there behind your heart.

When you first moved to Seoul, when you met Taeyong, you had an enormous crush on him. It faded some as you got to know him better and as you realized that he had no interest in a relationship with anyone. You let it fade and pushed the memory of it into the far recesses of your mind. But now, faced with Taeyong and the sprig of mistletoe supposedly above your heads, all of those memories and feelings and that enormous crush come rushing back.

He’s beautiful, you think. The lights of the city highlight his cheekbones and that scar beneath the corner of his eye, and his eyelids sink closed as he leans in, and your breath holds as you lean in too.

That first kiss is soft, gentle, tentative like Taeyong’s scared of scaring you off. But it’s easy and right and the whole rest of the world fades away. All you know is the feel of your heartbeat and heat rising to the surface of your skin, and Taeyong’s lips against yours, every spot where his body meets yours—the point where your shoulders meet and his shoe nudges against yours—and it ends all too soon.

Taeyong pulls back with a smile melting across his pretty pink lips.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you don’t let him go far. You grab the edges of his coat and pull him back in for more. His grin grows in the split second before your mouths crash back together.

This time your bodies meet, turned toward each other so that chests and hips and legs touch, the heat growing, and your hands are trapped against his chest, feeling Taeyong’s heartbeat drumming against his sweater. His hands are free and he doesn’t waste the opportunity to touch you; he clutches your hips to drag you impossibly closer, and when you attempt to pull back for a breath, Taeyong brings his hands to your hair, tangling his fingers through your hair and keeping you there. He kisses you with little pecks that make your heart flutter in a mildly concerning way.

The kisses taper off, and you feel so flushed despite the biting chill of the night wind, and Taeyong’s cheeks are certainly rosy and he’s grinning as he withdraws slightly from you.

You feel dazed, but also elated at this turn of events because that was no mistletoe kiss. You’ve experienced chaste mistletoe kisses before.

Nothing like this.

“Can you really not remember anything about last Christmas?” Taeyong asks, his fingers twisted in your hair, his lips a little smudged from your kisses. You shake your head no, and Taeyong sighs, his eyes falling shut and his head drooping forward. “So you don’t remember getting tangled under the mistletoe with me last Christmas?” 

What?

“What? No?” You jerk back a little bit in surprise, and that makes Taeyong lift his head and open his eyes. “What happened?” You lift your hand up, your fingers gliding over the back of one of Taeyong’s hands. 

“You were really drunk, really cute. D’you remember that Jiwoo put up fake mistletoe everywhere, and she kept insisting that anyone caught standing under it with anyone else had to kiss?” You vaguely recall that. “Well, the party was almost over, I was gonna make sure you got home safely, but right as I was helping you into your coat, you stumbled, landing us right under the mistletoe that hung over the doorway into the bathroom.” 

Taeyong’s fingers twitch in your hair, his gaze drops to your lips. You fight down the urge to press forward on your toes and kiss him again, but you restrain yourself because you want to hear this story. The more he talks, the more you think you might remember what he’s talking about. You have a broken memory of Taeyong’s laughter with his hands at the collar of your coat, his face really close to yours.

“Well, uh, you noticed the mistletoe, and like I said you were pretty well gone from the drinks, and you just laughed and told me that I had to kiss you, and I was trying to tell you no because you were really drunk, but you just kept laughing, and I love your laugh, so I laughed too, and then you were kissing me. And I kissed you back and it was great, but you broke it off first, mostly because you told me you were going to be sick, so I sat with you in the bathroom right in there while you threw up, and then I took you home to your place, put you to bed with water and painkillers, and you asked me to stay, begged me to kiss you again, to stay with you, again and again, and it really hurt me to leave you especially because I realized last Christmas that I really liked you, but when we saw each other on New Years Eve, you acted like nothing had ever happened, and I didn’t know if you genuinely didn’t remember or if you were just pretending like you didn’t because you didn’t like it. So I, uh, maybe have been trying to keep my distance from you since then to avoid having to deal with my feelings.”

You stand there, frozen, brain short circuiting at Taeyong’s admission. He’s kissed you before, and you didn’t remember it? You begged him to stay and kiss you again, and he didn’t?

“Well why didn’t you stay?” You ask softly, then continue, “I asked you to stay and you left. You didn’t kiss me again.”

“You were drunk then. I know better than to listen to a drunk version of you. That gets me into all kinds of trouble.” Taeyong laughs, and he strokes a thumb down the side of your face, and you can see the light in his eyes, a memory shining out from in there of one of the time that you and Taeyong got drunk together and made bad decisions that led to him almost being totally late for an important schedule.

“I wanted to stay,” Taeyong admits, his voice so soft as his breath clouds in front of his lips. “I wanted to stay with you, but I was scared you’d wake up in the morning and there would just be this heavy layer of awkwardness and regret. I like you, I didn’t want to face the possibility of rejection from you, so I did everything to avoid it.”

He said that all without even a tiny break for you to get a word in, so the moment that he pauses to catch his breath, you do as you wanted to do a few moments before. You press forward on your tip toes, and you kiss Lee Taeyong again.

You’re not drunk tonight. You’ve barely taken a sip of alcohol, so you feel perfectly in the right mind as you kiss Taeyong, as you clutch tighter at his jacket, as you trail away from his lips to kiss his throat.

Taeyong giggles, ticklish, squirming backwards. “I’m sensitive, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. Your body is lit up in delight at that information. He steps back in, guiding your mouth back to his, and you want to thaw out against him, the last spots of cold on your body disappearing as you melt into him, the taste of sweets on his tongue.

You don’t want to stop.

“My car is parked just down on the street,” you tell Taeyong, “Want to sneak down there with me?”

Now he kisses at your neck, and you feel that heat flourishing under your skin grow hotter. A barely contained moan works it’s way to your lips.

“Abandon the party?” Taeyong’s voice is liquid fire against your skin, and you just want more. “How are we gonna make that excuse to leave? Just walk back in there, tell everyone we’re, what, gonna go hook up?”

“Well, I’d suggest we do it here if it weren’t freezing cold and if all of our friends weren’t right on the other side of this glass door.” You turn your head then to look at the sliding glass door. Luckily it’s almost entirely obscured by the Christmas tree inside, so you doubt anyone inside can see you and Taeyong, but you wouldn’t risk doing whatever you’re going to do now here even if it was warmer tonight.

Making excuses to your friends is easier than you’d believed. You and Taeyong stumble in from the balcony, the flush on your cheeks easily blamed on the cold, and although you haven’t been drinking tonight, Taeyong had been handed a few drinks though he was far from drunk truly. But your friends know him to be a lightweight, so when you tell them that he’s not feeling well, too much to drink, so you’re going to make sure he gets home okay, they all wave and say their goodbyes and Merry Christmases, and you and Taeyong are gone in a few minutes, making out in the elevator on the way to the ground floor, his hands pulling your sweater free from where you had it tucked into your skirt. His fingers are icy on the warm skin of your stomach and your back.

Your car is small, not the best place for a hookup, but you don’t care at all about that when you unlock it and pull Taeyong into the backseat, shoving things from the seats onto the floor—jackets and takeout wrappers, a few presents that you’d meant to take up to the party but had forgotten about until now.

You forget about the presents again as soon as the car door is shut once more and Taeyong’s body blankets yours, his lips on yours again.

Taeyong’s hands sneak under your skirt, and you lift up against his touch, gasping against his lips, your hands holding onto his arms as Taeyong reaches up and drags your tights down your thighs, bunching your skirt up around your hips. Taeyong kneels up, tugging your tights down over your calves. He pulls your shoes off, which somehow feels more intimate than anything else, and then the tights are dropped into the rest of the mess on the floorboards. 

The laugh Taeyong lets out when he looks down and sees your panties, sends a warm rush of embarrassment mixed with joy. 

“Mistletoe?” He asks, thumbing gently over the tiny decorative design on your panties. You’d forgotten about that. “Should I kiss you under this mistletoe too?”

Carefully, slowly, somewhat uncomfortably, you and Taeyong rearrange in the backseat. Your knees move up, Taeyong shifts down. Your head knocks against the door. 

“Ow, shit.” You rub at the spot that you hit on your head, and Taeyong just laughs and leans up to kiss it. He kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, and puts you under his spell when he captures your lips again. You forget all about the throbbing spot at the top of your head, sinking instead into the heat of Taeyong’s kiss, the feeling of his fingers navigating a path into your panties.

His first touches are gentle, tentative. Just learning you, how you like it. Each sound you make of pleasure and each quiet encouragement pushes Taeyong on, his fingers stroking through your wetness, capturing your clit between his fingers in a way that sends a rolling wave of pleasure through you.

Taeyong isn’t the only one doing the touching.

Your fingers also map out the shape of him, finding their way under his shirt, moving over his stomach and his hips. Taeyong grinds against the seat, a soft moan left against your lips, and you smile and finally move your hand down to touch his erection.

Taeyong lets out a low moan, bucking into your touch. 

At this point, the pair of you are pretty much just panting against each other’s mouths, hands inside of each other’s underwear, the pleasure rising. You’re sure the windows of your car are steamed up, dripping with condensation. 

So it’s no wonder that a moment later, you hear voices raised with amusement outside the window. You glance up to your best ability, and realize that there are a couple people standing near your car,  clearly having taken notice of you and Taeyong’s activities.

It takes Taeyong only another few seconds to notice. He drops his head to your shoulder with a groan. 

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private?” You suggest. “Maybe we go back to my place?”

“Absolutely,” Taeyong agrees quickly, moving away from you, adjusting himself in his pants. 

You don’t speed to your apartment, not really, but you do seem to get there faster than you normally might. And it might have something to do with the distracting way that Taeyong kept palming himself in the passenger seat, as if trying to get you to pull over on a side street and pick up where you left off.

It’s tempting. Very tempting.

But you want him in your bed, you realize. 

And you’ve got him there before long.

Vague memories of last Christmas flash back to you as the pair of you climb up to your apartment. Struggling to get your key in your lock, Taeyong helping you stand as you’d clung to his shoulders and giggled, and him helping you into bed as he removed your shoes and got you to drink a glass of water. 

Tonight you struggle to get your key in the lock because Taeyong’s pressed up against your back, hands under your sweater and his lips at your neck. Tonight you both stumble over the threshold and your own feet, holding each other up, giggling into your kisses as you somehow navigate the apartment.

Tonight, Taeyong tumbles into your bed with you, clothes peeling away, kisses growing hotter. 

You sit on his lap with your fingers in his hair, kissing him, grinding down on his erection. You want this so badly. You’ve wanted Taeyong for so long, but you never thought that you could have him like this. You press deeper into the kiss, more desperate, and you reach one hand down to guide his cock inside you.

But, “Wait,” Taeyong groans, breaking the kiss.

You pause reluctantly because his tip is literally right there, and you’re so close to having him inside you.

“You’re sure you want this?” Taeyong asks you, licking his lips, searching your eyes. 

“Taeyong,” you sigh, “I am very sure that I want this. I’ve wanted this for longer than I care to admit. Please, please, Taeyong.” You drag a thumb along his full, lower lip, wet and roughly pinked from your kiss. “This isn’t last Christmas, I’m not drunk. I’m totally sober tonight, and I want you as much as I ever have. Probably more now that I actually have you like this. You’re... really fucking hot.”

That makes him laugh, and then Taeyong’s hands are cradling your head, bringing your mouth down to his, and as you push your hips down to finally get him inside you, Taeyong thrusts up into you.

“Oh, God,” you moan, your hands squeezing at his shoulders. Taeyong keeps fucking up into you while you push back down on him, and soon the sound of your panting moans and skin slapping together is the only sound in your apartment. Your heart pounds in your ears, Taeyong’s breath like music, soft fucks and babys.

He takes you by surprise when he flips you over onto your back, his lips dropping down to ravage your neck, and Taeyong’s thrusts are long and smooth snaps of his hips. He drops a hand down to stimulate your clit, and your hands are reaching everywhere on him, nails scraping over his shoulders and arms and chest and down his back, and when Taeyong sits up more, leaving your neck feeling sensitive and cool without his attention, your nails scrape at his abdomen and over his hips to his ass.

“Don’t pull out,” you beg him. Your nails dig into his ass, heels hooking around his thighs trying to keep him deep inside you. “I’m so close, Taeyong.”

His thumb rubs close circles on your clit, his cock hitting deep and just right inside you, and your orgasm hits suddenly, burning through you.

“Oh my God,” Taeyong moans as you cum around him. He collapses forward, pouring kisses over your throat and your jaw and then your lips again as he races toward his own orgasm now, your body arching up against his, your moans and whimpers carrying him into it.

Taeyong’s moans sound so sweet to your ears as he cums, flooding you with his load deep inside. You wrap your arms around him, holding him, hugging him.

“Fucking amazing,” you groan, turning your mouth against his, kissing him until you’re both out of breath and he’s pulling out of you, and as Taeyong rolls onto his side beside you and you finally actually take a look at all of him, you’re hit with the actual realization of what just happened.

You just had sex with Taeyong. Finally.

He drops his head against your pillow, his hair a fucked up mess from you running your fingers through it. His lips are pink and messy from the lipstick you’d worn tonight. He looks tired and comfortable, and you really like him like this, soft and in your bed. It feels right, like this should have happened a long time ago.

“Stay,” you plead, taking Taeyong’s hand in yours, bringing his knuckles up to your lips. “Stay tonight.”

Taeyong nods, bringing your joined hands back toward his lips so he can kiss your hand as well. “I’ll stay.”

You leave bed to go clean up a bit, and by the time you return to bed, Taeyong’s nearly asleep, but he rolls closer to you, seeking your warmth. You sink into him as well, breathing in deeply until he’s filling each of your senses, and you just think of how happy you are to be right here because Taeyong likes you, like he said earlier tonight, and you like him, and....

“Oh my God!” You sit up, your hand swatting down against Taeyong’s chest.

He startles, not quite asleep, but just close enough that he flails a little bit.

“I’m sorry.” You rub soothingly at the spot that you swatted. “I’m sorry, but I just realized, I never said it back. You told me you like me, and I never told you that I really, really like you too.”

Taeyong nods, his eyes already sinking closed again, but his hand comes up to cover yours on his chest. “That’s amazing, darling. But we’ll talk about our feelings tomorrow. I’m basically already asleep.”

You bite your lip, watching him a moment longer.

His lips crack open into a smile, and he turns his face to hide it in the pillow. “Stop watching me. I really like you too, and I’ll really like you in the morning, and the day after, and the day after that.” Taeyong opens his eyes, squeezes your hand in his against his chest, and you feel his heartbeat against the back of your hand. “Tonight I just wanna sleep with you.”

a/n: Merry Christmas! I hope you have a great day, and enjoy this Taeyong smut! I also hope this works and made sense and didn’t feel too rushed even though I’m definitely rushing right now to finish writing this out to get it posted before I leave to go have Christmas with my family lol

As usual, I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you thought, leave likes, reblogs, and comments. Thank you!!!

[yankpop]

Yandere Mafia!Taeyong (NCT)

Summary: You tell you captor that you hate him and that was not a good idea.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this, no minors are allowed. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

Check more: Masterlist.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Mention of previous kidnap; slapping; threat involving some violence; some swearing (Taeyong calls reader a bitch)

AN: My first ever yandere drabble or imagine, whatever you guys call it. Hope you guys enjoy it 💖

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As soon as the words come out of your mouth, a shiver runs down your body as fear trespasses you. Your head immediately drops, eyes facing the impeccably clean floor, not daring to look at the man standing in front of you. The bitter words left your mouth at a louder tone than what you expected, which you know was a big mistake.

“Say it again.” The shock causes you to lift your head, eyes contacting the man standing in front of you, his rosy lips in a frown while his cold dead eyes send daggers your way. Fear bubbles inside you, dreading what he would do next.

“N-No, Taeyong, I swear I didn't mean-” your trembling voice is cut off by your captor’s hand harshly connecting with your soft cheek, leaving behind a burning sensation. Hot tears spill from your eyes and you have to press your lips together to prevent a miserable sob from escaping, knowing it would irritate Taeyong even more. You mentally curse at yourself for putting yourself in this position.

Why couldn’t you just keep your stupid mouth shut?

A painful yank to your hair pulls your neck at an uncomfortable angle, forcing you to face Taeyong. His face is terrifyingly calm yet his pitch-black eyes are full of murderous rage, something you’ll never get used to. “You’re just a pretty face with no brain. You’re useless without me. You are nothing without me. Nothing.” his voice carries a deep malice, both his words and his hold on your hair makes you tear up relentlessly.

Taeyong pulls you closer and opens his mouth, his tongue sticking out and licking some of the tears displayed in your face. His action makes you flinch in disgust, immediately regretting it, hoping he didn’t notice it. His voice gets deeper as he continues, his soulless eyes piercing through you with his darkness.

“Next time you decide to act like a complete bitch and say something stupid like that I’ll cut off your tongue.”

[yunojeyes]

It Was An Accident!

Oops you forgot Mark was on IG Live

Pairing : Lee Mark x reader

Genre: fluff

Masterlist: here

Fic recs: YuuYuu2

a/n: Please note that all of this is fictional and the personalities of the characters are made specifically for the story! Please do not copy the story and post it elsewhere or on Tumblr!

It Was An Accident! is copyright 2024 under yunojeyes, all rights reserved.

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"Yo do you remember this video?" Mark asked as Doyoung handed him the ipad showing it to the camera on their ig live. "Yooo that's so arghjsjs" Ten squealed as he covered his eyes cringing at their past selves. You smiled off camera hearing their laughs and couldn't resist the urge to kiss your beloved's cheek so you leant in close to his face and kissed his cheek.

Their eyes widened as Mark turned his head to you with a "wtf are you doing" expression on his face and that was when you realized.. you fucked up. "Shit!" you said and yeeted out of frame meanwhile Mark's rosy cheekbones rose trying to refrain from laughing. There was no way to hide it now, nothing he could say could ever cover up what'd just happened.

"Uh um so well I didn't plan on telling you guys now but I guess.. surprise!" Mark said as Ten and Doyoung laughed, "I have a girlfriend guys wow big news!" He pulled your wrist to sit you on his lap and he held your waist, "this is my beautiful girlfriend guys, her name's y/n um yeah I guess that's it" Mark introduced you to the czennies watching as you waved your hand low-key waiting for them to spam the comments with jealousy filled comments but to your surprise, there were none.

fuck my boyfriend I want her

Everyone..her

Damn she's wow

Imagine being that perfect damn

The fact that czennies are literally thirsting after her says a lot and I get it

Mark give her up, come on

She's ours now

Our girlfriend Mark, our girlfriend

Lee hands up we're taking her away now

Yo she's my bias now sorry Jaehyun

Sorry Mark she's my bias now

Damn fuck I love you Johnny but this girl is it

I love you Taeyong but this girl right here has my heart

She's single handedly become everyone's bias well to be honest I'm not complaining

"Yo wait a damn minute" Mark said as he read the comments, "she's mine listen czennies I love you and all but no, we're exclusive." "Look Mark, they're replacing us with her!" Ten said as he gasped and placed his palm on his heart dramatically. "Yah seriously czennies how dare you" Doyoung said as he pretended to faint. "Uh" you said in literal confusion.

"She's not in NCT y'all you can't make her your bias hmph" Johnny who was in the comments commented.

Uh sorry Suh but we can

I stan her now

"END THE LIVE MARK" Johnjae commented as they all laughed at the protests from the czennies watching

NO

nooooooo what's your ig username babe

NO STAHP LET US STARE FOR A LITTLE LONGER

NO DON'T YOU DARE MORK

LISTEN how bout NO

Nah babe

"Right guys uh it's already late, we gotta go before the rest of the guys start blowing up my phone." Mark said as they all waved goodbye at each other. "Babe" Mark said as soon as Doyoung left the room to start another quarrel with Yong, "It was an accident babe, I'm serious I forgot you were on live and not on a regular face time call" you said. "No it's not that love, it's um what am I gonna do if they start sending you pick up lines that are better than mine?" He asked as you both laughed. "Babe your pickup lines were never good-" You said as Mark's eyes widened as he shouted, "yah! come back you pretty lady" while running after you.

original work of: @yunojeyes

[anashins]

Now I've Taught You || Jaehyun

“Just remember, he's not the one who taught you how to kiss.”

After a failed date, your best friend makes sure that next time, you'll know how to kiss properly.

_____

You leaned against the door with hunched shoulders, exhaling deeply as you closed your eyes and recalled the events of the past hours. With flushed cheeks, you shook your head as though you could get rid of the memories with this simple motion, your body still hot from the embarrassment that you had been exposed to.

But to no avail - what had happened shortly before was still burnt into your mind, and you doubted that you’d ever forget about it.

“How was your date?” you suddenly heard and flinched at his voice as he appeared in the corridor.

Your best friend Jaehyun still hadn’t left your apartment ever since you had gone out. Lately, he was spending a lot of time at your place, according to him because he could study better at your flat. But you were sure that he only wanted to benefit from your cooking skills.

“Don’t ask, please!” you moaned, slipped out of your shoes and tossed them to the side before you walked into the living room, Jaehyun following suit.

“I want to know everything!”

“You’re so bothersome!”

“You went on a date with my friend, of course I want to know everything!”

Falling backwards onto the couch, you groaned as Jaehyun seated himself right next to you. “Haven’t you already heard from him?”

When he didn’t answer immediately, you knew that he knew, and you wanted to curl up and die. Lifting up your hands, you buried your face inside your palms and shook your head.

“Well, it’s a fun story that Taeyong told me,” Jaehyun commented dryly, and you knew him well enough to see that he was only biting down a laughter at this moment without facing him directly. “I mean… there are a lot of things you are capable of, y/n, but kissing sure is not one of them.”

“Stopstopstopstop please!” you cried out and wanted to cover your ears. “It’s so embarrassing, please just stop talking!”

Now, you finally heard your best friend laughing out loud, and you took down your hands from your reddened face to look at his amused expression.

“This was our first and last date, I can promise that!”

“Only because you didn’t know what to do with your lips and clashed with your teeth?”

“Friendship cancelled!”

Jaehyun had been your best friend ever since kindergarten and you knew almost everything about each other as you had grown up side by side, but there were certain things you felt more comfortable talking to female friends with. And kissing and everything intimate was one of them, because your best friend was so much more experienced than you.

As for you? Apart from a few pecks in middle and high school, you had never really been kissed properly, so your first date with your best friend’s friend had been doomed from the very beginning.

“Stop blabbering and put your hands on my shoulders.”

Perplexed, you asked, “Excuse me, what?”

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Jaehyun instructed again, and this time, you did as you had been told.

“Now, close your eyes.”

Still unsure about what he had exactly planned, you decided to trust him and closed your eyes.

You flinched as you suddenly felt Jaehyun’s lips on yours, and you wanted to pull away instantly, but he held you firmly by your hips, leaving no room for you to withdraw.

Your lips were slightly touching each other, nothing more. You could feel his breath on your skin, your own coming raggedly, because you still couldn’t proceed with what was currently happening. Were you really kissing your best friend since childhood?!

Jaehyun puckered his lips and now pressed them against yours. Very lightly and gently again, and only for a few seconds before he pulled away, your own body still stiff as a board.

“Was it that horrible?” he asked with a grin.

Rendered silent, you could only shake your head in response. At least that was the truth.

Jaehyun trailed his hands upwards to hold onto either side of your waist as he continued, “Don’t rush. If you don’t want to make a mistake, take it slow. You have all the time in the world. Explore, find out what you like, what your partner prefers, and then delve in deeper, you understand?”

Again, you were only able to nod, and surprisingly, you didn’t despise the thought of having his lips on yours again. Admittedly, this had been a hundred times better than with Taeyong.

Jaehyun brought his head back to yours, and this time, you pressed your lips against his as well, in a very shy and reserved way though, but you still did. Your lips moved with each other, more demanding than before, and it didn’t take you a long time to find the right rhythm that matched you both.

Smiling into the kiss as he had lured out your craving for more, Jaehyun licked over your bottom lip, signaling you to open your mouth. You hesitated first as you had never done this before, yet you allowed Jaehyun to pass by your lips with his tongue.

That feeling was first foreign to you, not in a bad way, but you just didn’t know how to return his movements.

It took you a few tries to finally match his kissing manner, but Jaehyun gave you no reason to feel bad about it. He was patient and forbearing, taking in all your mistakes and making you learn from them.

Apparently satisfied with you now, your best friend pulled you closer by putting one hand on the back of your neck with his thumb rubbing soft patterns on your skin as he deepened the kiss.

And it was then that your body started to move on its own to return his passionate motions in the same manner, in sync with his.

You circled your arms around his neck as Jaehyun slowly leaned in and gently placed you onto the couch. Without letting your lips part, he had one arm propped against the cushion while the other played with the strands of your hair.

You had lost track of time and didn’t know how long you had been kissing when he slowly withdrew - but not abruptly.

He ended the kissing session with languish movements, his lips pecking yours gently a few times before he sat up and grinned at you widely.

“Now I’ve taught you. Now you’re all set for your next date.”

Unexpectedly, you were not embarrassed as you looked up to him with rosy cheeks, panting lightly. His hair was messy and his eyes were sparkling, and you got the feeling that parting from you had been harder for him than he actually wanted to let slip from his mien.

You felt the same way, undoubtedly.

Somehow, you wanted more. You wanted him. Your best friend.

Since when had the crybaby from kindergarten turned into this handsome young man? What had made you view him in a different light? Was it only this kiss or had there always been more between you two?

“Just remember, he’s not the one who taught you how to kiss.”

But you realized that you never wanted to kiss anyone but Jaehyun anymore from now on.

[celestiababie]

Mark Lee- First timer

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint but that’s just Mark being insecure, suggestive

Pairings: Virgin!Mark x fem reader

Warnings: none I think? Please let me know if I should add any

Word count: 1.1k

Your relationship with Mark Lee was the definition of puppy love. The 5'9 Canadian boy who was a bit too socially awkward for his own sake loved you with every fiber of his being. He always looks at you as if you were the only person on Earth. As if you hung up all the stars and planets in the universe. His friends may have poked fun at him, but he could care less. He loved you, and that's all that mattered to him.

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"Aye, here comes lover boy!" Johnny drunkenly exclaimed, throwing his long arm over a rosy-cheeked Mark as he sat down on the couch next to him. 

Whip sounds made from the other guys could be heard, Mark rolling his eyes in response. 

"You guys are clowning me for no reason. There's nothing wrong with being in love." 

Jaehyun took a swig of his drink before pinching Mark's cheek from where he was sitting on the floor. "Never said there was. It's cute." 

"Our little Mark is all grown up..." Yuta chuckled out, his words trailing off as he had a sudden thought. "Wait, what's she like in bed?" 

"YUTA- You don't just ask someone that." Taeyong smacked him over the head, averting his eyes over to Mark to give him a soft smile.

Taeyong and Mark were close. Mark considered the older male to be like a brother to him. Taeyong was the only one other than Jaehyun to know that Mark was a virgin. 

Mark's face was as bright as a tomato as he stammered out a response. "I-it's alright, hyung. We um, never had sex before." A pregnant silence filled the room as Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, and Jaehyun stared at the Canadian. 

Johnny was the first one to break the silence. "You guys have been dating for like nine months? And you haven't done the deed?"

Mark opened his mouth to respond, but Yuta beat him to it. 

"Didn't she used to go out with Lucas? Apparently, Lucas is a freak. All the girls love him." 

Mark looked down at his lap, brows furrowed as his insecurities washed over him. He knew you weren't a virgin, and you knew he was, and you never once pressured him into anything. You were the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for, but Mark couldn't help but feel as if he wasn't good enough for you. He worried you would get bored with him. 

Jaehyun and Taeyong both shared a worried look. 

"Lay off Mark, you two." 

Mark gave Jaehyun a thankful look, but his thoughts were still racing. 

-

"Y/N, can I ask you something?" Without even looking up from your book, you could hear the nervousness and hesitation present in your boyfriend's voice. Your suspicion was correct once you looked up at him. Mark was fidgeting with his fingers, biting the inside of his cheek as he began to regret opening his mouth. 

You placed your warm hand over his to try and calm him down. 

"Of course, baby. You can always ask me anything. Is everything alright?" Your words laced with concern. Mark was always an easy-going guy; that's something you loved about him. Spending time with the boy you loved always felt light-hearted. All of your worries melted away whenever Mark came over to yours. 

"Y-yeah! Everything's f-fine! I was just wondering if you were, um... satisfied with me?" Mark internally cringed at how he worded his question. 

"Mark, you're literally the best boyfriend in the world. Why wouldn't I be satisfied with you?" 

Mark averted his eyes from you, looking at the plant in the corner of your room.

"No, I mean...sexually. I-I know you said you don't mind waiting, but I wasn't sure if you're okay with just making out with me. A-and it's not like I don't want to have sex with you or anything! Because I do! Wait, but it's not like sex is all I care about, and that's the only thing on my mind-" You cut his timid rambling by cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours. 

Mark felt all of his insecurities fade once you moved your lips against his in perfect harmony. Mark slowly pulled away when he felt his body begging for air. 

You kept your gaze on his swollen lips as he spoke softly. 

"What was that for?" He shyly asked.

"Well, you were rambling, and I figured I'd shut you up a little bit. Oh, and you always look hella kissable." 

Even after dating for nine months, you still possessed the ability to make Mark's face flush bright red.

"You, uh, never answered my question." 

You giggled at the innocent expression on his face and leaned your frame forward to plant a delicate kiss onto his still swollen ones. 

"Babe, making out with you is more than amazing. We don't have to have sex for me to be satisfied. I've said it before, and I'll say it as much as I need to, you being a virgin doesn't make me upset in any way. I love you, and I'll wait as long as you want me to." 

Mark took a deep breath and nodded his head, "what if I'm ready, though?" He locked eyes with you and watched as your face morphed into a surprised expression.

"Mark...are you sure?" 

That's the last thing you probably expected to hear come out of your boyfriend's mouth. There was no denying the heat that spread throughout your body as your thoughts started to drift. Images of his hands across your chest and his fingertips dancing delicately on the soft skin of your waist. His length pushing- 

"Y/N, did you hear me?" Mark waved a hand in front of your face, a look of confusion painted across his adorable face. 

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head, not being able to remember him even responding. 

"I said, I'm sure. I trust you, and yeah, I'm nervous but, there's no one else I would want to have s-sex with." 

You could feel your heartbeat fast against your chest as you stared at Mark, your eyes darting around his face to make sure there wasn't an ounce of doubt in him.

"O-okay, are you talking about tonight or?" 

Mark's eyes widened at the thought of having sex at that very moment. He was ready, but not that ready. 

"Let's just go with the flow- no need to make it a set plan, right?"

Mark nodded his head as his body loosened, his nerves escaping his body. He gave you one of his signature smiles before leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. 

"Ya know...just because we won't have sex yet...d-doesn't mean we can't do other things." Mark cringed as he heard his voice crack at the wrong moment. 

You giggled at him before pulling him back into a deep kiss before trailing your lips down his jaw. 

"Other things like what, baby?" 

[jungwooismydaddy]

Punishments

Paring - yuta x Taeyong x reader, slight jaehyun x reader, taeyong x yuta

Genre - jealous sex, angry sex, harsh degradation, knife play, spitting, hair pulling, mention of rope, safe word and bull whip.

Words - 1.7 k

Read the warning first and then decided whethere to read or not!!!

“I still have my exams I can’t come over there and the members-“ , “ Don’t worry about them just jaehyun is home you came here pleaseeee” Taeyong whined.

”please” another voice came it was none other then yuta sighing heavily you finally agreed. Yuta and Taeyong jumped around happily as finally they are meeting you, it’s not been a long time but for them it has been tho.

As you know there Japanese comeback happened so they were very much wrapped in that online fanmeets, music banks, interviews etc. They didn’t even had time to rest for like 4 weeks. After the rest of the members except Taeyong,yuta and jaehyun who completed there recordings and schedule and luck being on there side there manager agreed to give them some break and they had some time to meet you.

you were standing in front of there dorm door.Before you can even knock on the door, the door opened and they rushed to hug you you weren’t even standing on the ground as they lifted you and bear hugged you tightly knocking the air out of you,”Slow down guys”

You laughed as they showered you with kisses as you giggled at there clingy behaviour,”Let her even come in hyung” Jaehyun’s voice came from inside.

“Come in” you went in as the smell of delicious food filled your nostrils,”you wait here we will bring the food” yuta and Taeyong left for getting the food as you sat besides jaehyun who was engrossed in watching his movie,”Hi Jae”, Yo what’s up” you guys exchanged some conversations you guys were so engrossed in that that you didn’t even hear Taeyong calling you,”baby, the food is ready” Taeyong said sone what pissed,”okay coming”

The table was seated neatly set, the food it looked so delicious that you didn’t even wait to dig in, Taeyong and yuta stared at you with adorable eyes as they also jointed you after few mins. You finished your food as you almost chocked,”Whoa slow down babygirl” yuta said while passing a glass of water,”can’t help the food is just too delicious“

After finishing the food you went to sit back with jaehyun again, you wanted to help them but they told you no and shooed you away,”y/n” jaehyun called you you just hummed,”you really look good in that you know” you stared at him as a playful look was shown on his face answering all your questions,”oh really you do too jaehyun” you whispered his name in his ears as from the corner of you eyes you saw Taeyong and yuta Standing there.

Jaehyun knew how much protective they both were towards you, and knew how much jealous they can get especially with the flirty ones And jaehyun being a playful boy never leaves a chance to make them jelous by flirting with me knowing I woudl get punished for that but I still played along cause why not.

“ you just don’t look good, you look damm sexy in that”, " I know that Jae” you faces were just inches away, jaehyun licked his own lips while looking at yours,” enough!” You flinched are yuta’s harsh voice,”y/n in the room now don’t you dare say anything” with you wobbly legs you went inside his room.

They were talking about something when the front door shut loudly and yuta entered the room he sat on the chair near the bed, Yuta always punished You hard for this types of things, Taeyong too punished you but not as hard as yuta and I know he would. Taeyong entered with a loud bang as soon as your gaze landed on him your breath almost got caught in you throat, the way his eyes were piercing holes into your body, his hand veins were visible and uff how can we forget his intimidating stare, this made your panties damp. Yuta on the other hand wasn’t more intimidating but he looked like he could just have blowed from anger.

They both said nothing and you knew it wasn’t a good sign, you wanted to explain yourself but before you could even open your mouth, yuta walked up to slided his hands onto your delicate neck, chocked you hard and told,”behave for us if you won’t then you know what would happen right?” You nodded slowly.

Taeyong came up from behind, grabbed your hair harshly which made your head jerk back as he whispered you were confused but more scared that how more low his voice can go,”you know the safe word right” you eyes widened, you didn’t know how to answer them as if you had become numb or didn’t knew what to say. At what he whispered your eyes locked with yuta who still was mad angry but was still controlling himself

“It’s rose okay?” You nodded your head, Taeyong attacked you neck as yuta roughly roamed his hands on you clothed body as you could even process what was happening your dress went flying an to be thrown on ground, you looked at yuta with widened eyes you wanted to stop him from making you more wreaked as taeyong’s grip tightened on your hair while groaned loudly in you ears as you understood that and not wanting to get into more trouble.

Taeyong was still working on your neck, when you saw yuta coming up to you with a rope before you can even open your mouth to speak when you felt a cold metal on you back making your moments immediately stopped,”t-Taeyong please n-“ a hash spank was landed on you ass making you gasp loudly.

Yuta slowly slided his hands on you neck looked deeply into your eyes and told more like warned,”say one more word and I will show those gag balls deep down you throat”. Yuta quickly tied the red ropes that he brought onto your body.

at this point you were to weak to even protest about anything and if you did you knew it wont end up good for you.

As I felt the tip of the sharp knife I hissed but I wouldn’t say I didn’t like that, “ O.U.R.S” he craved that on my ass and spanked it lightly as tears started flow dome your rosy cheeks,”aww baby don’t cry right now we haven’t even started and you are crying no baby” yuta said while whipping my tears,”The whole night is left baby” Taeyong ended the sentence.

Taeyong made you lay on the bed as yuta told Taeyong,”baby you start to strip till I teach her a lesson” As soon as he said that yuta looked at you with his so-famous smirk already making you more wet, maintaining our gazes he grabbed something from under the bed and he stepped forward.my gaze landed on the bull whip , making you flinch but you didn’t squirm away as you were again too weak for that.

“count how many times I do it if you stop I will start over again,okay”,“yes master”. First smack was landed on my bare thigh making you scream on top of your lungs.

Another smack was landed on you as real tears streamed down your face, you couldn’t keep it up with this as you heard a loud smack which made you flinch but it didn’t land on you , a bruised line formed on taeyong’s chest,“that’s enough you dumb bitch” yuta chuckled at that and pulled Taeyong close to him,”Don’t talk to me like that and watch your words, baby”

Taeyong laughed at what he said and smashed his lips on him, your rubbed your thighs while seeing the view infront of you, your inner thighs were burning but rubbing your thighs while looking at them uff made you more drip more.

Taeyong and yuta separated from eachother and landed there gaze on your teary face, they would have felt bad that she is crying this much but this time hey didn’t ofc they couldn’t at what she did she needs to be taught a lesson and she is gonna get as this devils aren’t going to go soft on there angel not this time.

Yuta tapped your mouth as said,”you will take me like a good girl right” I nodded my head as yuta entered my mouth making me gag as Taeyong instructed,”ass up” you did as you felt his warm tongue running through your dripping clit, he wasn’t slowing an mercy nor was yuta showing any mercy as yuta picked up and wrapped your legs around his waist, taeong whined as he did they to taste you delicious pussy,” gonna fill you up good” yuta said and entered you in one go as you gasped at that heavenly feeling.

You felt something cold running down your ass as Taeyong slowly entered your ass, they feeling of getting filled up by them was a big turn on for you, you moaning like whore for them as they teach you whom you belonged too was a huge turn on for them.

“Open your mouth slut” you did as yuta told you as he spitted in your mouth, you would have thrown hands right now at him but at this time you felt is so overwhelming you were just crying and moaning, yuta was thrusting into you at full pace as taeyong’s thrust were lazy but that didn’t last long as he matched his pace with yuta, you were screaming at this point and you knew the neighbours would be so mad at you for this but all the thing that mattered were yuta and Taeyong fucking the life out of you.

Taeyong was the first one to paint you walls white , followed by yuta and then your hard shaking orgasm.

Yuta and Taeyong holded you so you couldn’t fall, they helped to ride you your orgasm as pulled out of you, Taeyong went to the bathroom to throw your dirty clothes into the laundry as yuta cuddled you, you were just close to fall asleep when you heard light sniffs you turned and saw yuta crying making you panicked,”y-yuta-“,”please never leave us I love and will try not to be more jealous please don’t leave us” you holded him and that’s when Taeyong came in and told,”cuddling without me” he pouted as you opened your arms as Taeyong jumped into that, you chuckled at how much you love this boys.

[ace-angel-judas]

Mark and Hyejin hybrid au? 👀

“Lele..,”

“Two seconds, Jinnie, I just need to finish this paper work-“

“I feel really warm..,”

Chenle’s eyes snapped up to his bunny hybrid, her fluffy white ears drooping low on her head as she shifted uncomfortably on his desk chair. She was covered in a layer of sweat, cheeks rosy and nose twitching.

He quickly checked his phone, cursing slightly.

She wasn’t due for a heat for another four days.

“Let’s get you home, quickly,” Chenle frowned, dropping his coat over her body and quickly leading her out of his office.

Thankfully the club was empty, with it being Sunday. They closed on the last day of the week, to get preparations for the up and coming week and finish business work.

“Yuta!” Chenle called out, “Get the car!”

The snake hybrids eyes flashed for a moment before he nodded, quickly running off. Chenle lead Hyejin down the stairs, looking at Sophia.

“Avoiding work, are we-“

The wolf hybrid stopped, her nose flaring slightly as she looked at Hyejin. The bunny let out a chittering noise, snuggled up under Chenle’s arm.

“Chenle..,” Sophia whispered, “Why the fuck did you bring her to the front?”

“It’s the fastest way outside,” Chenle answered.

“It’s always where Mark is working!” Sophia snarled.

The wolf hybrid in question was next to the bar, his reddish ears suddenly perking up. Sophia turned her body, Taeyong and Haechan both looking between Mark and where the scent of strawberries and fresh cream was coming from.

“Oh shit,” Chenle whispered.

Mark suddenly turned, eyes flashing red for a moment before he snarled, inhaling deeply. Hyejin chittered again, only for Mark to make off in a dash towards them.

“Mark!” Taeyong yelled.

Sophia tackled the other wolf hybrid, struggling as he snarled and writhed in her grasp. Mark’s claws dug into the wooden floor, a low growl leaving his mouth.

Hyejin suddenly whined, body slumping and Chenle had to grab her before she fell to the floor.

“Mark..,” Hyejin whined.

That seemed to send the wolf hybrid into a frenzy, Taeyong and Haechan now helping to hold Mark down against the floor.

“Get her out of here!” Taeyong yelled.

Chenle grabbed Hyejin, rushing her out the front door of the club and into the waiting car. She seemed to whine and cry, banging on the door.

“Mark!”

“Hyejin,” Chenle tried to sooth her, only to almost get nipped on the hand.

Yuta, from the front seat, huffed, “You should just let them fuck again,”

“He almost ripped her apart last time!” Chenle argued.

“I love our baby bunny but you have to remember she’s a bunny,” Yuta pointed out, “She can take a lot,”

Chenle glared at the snake hybrid, stroking Hyejin’s hair as she curled up in his lap, sobbing.

[nctaezen]

rosy tyong ♡ behind 'ghost' dance practice

[hongism]

at the end of the day - p. seonghwa 18+

day 10 of kinktober: lovemaking - park seonghwa warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, soft sex, marking, creampie, fingering, tooth-rotting fluff, it’s so soft I can’t believe I wrote it, literally lovemaking, im broken after writing it wc: 1.6k genre: smut, fluff, pwp, 18+

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“Hi,” you greet, tone quiet. Seonghwa steps over the threshold, and the door snaps shut without much noise. His shoulders remain slumped forward, clear evidence of his exhaustion, but he still manages a somewhat cheery greeting in response.

“Hi, baby, how was your day?” He comes closer to where you’re seated at the dining table. Papers are strewn across the wood, and Seonghwa doesn’t even need to take a glance to know that you’re still struggling with schoolwork.

“Long,” you answer even though he already understands just from your expression. Likewise, he nods in agreement, smile stretching a little less than before.

“Seems we both had tough days then.” Seonghwa leans forward and rests his hands on the back of your chair. The gaze he offers is as soft as ever. You sit up straight only to push your head back against his stomach. “I’ll take a quick shower, then we can go to bed, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you hum. Seonghwa steps away from your chair, and you watch him disappear into the bedroom with a small sigh. The mountain of work before you still looms, but it’s the last thing on your mind at the moment. Sleep would be nice, but cuddling with Seonghwa would be even better at this point. Thus, you push away from the table and amble to the bedroom.

You can hear the soft trickles of the shower in the bathroom, and maybe on a night where you both weren’t so tired, you might be daring enough to surprise Seonghwa in there. Rather, you merely slip your pants off, crawling under the sheets to nestle in the center of the bed while you wait for Seonghwa to join you.

It doesn’t take too long for him to come out, towel around his neck, and a pair of sweats hanging loosely at his hips. You both instinctually smile at one another as soon as you make eye contact, and you huff out a laugh through your nose.

“What’s that look for?” Seonghwa inquires, bringing the towel down and dropping it on your head once he’s closer to the edge of the bed.

“Nothing, nothing,” you counter. “You’re just cute.” The towel slips down to the mattress, slightly damp from the moisture on Seonghwa’s skin, and he bends over you to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

“You’re the only cute one here, baby girl. Now scoot over and make some room for me.”

“At least put the towel up first,” you grumble, tossing it back at your boyfriend before shifting to the other side of the bed. Seonghwa feigns annoyance with a slight roll of his eyes but picks up the towel regardless. He carries it all the way back to the bathroom before returning to you, slipping into bed at last.

You greet him with a kiss; your lips press against the tip of his nose first, then two small pecks on either cheek before finally finding purchase on his plush and rosy lips. They’re soft on yours, the gentlest pressure that leaves a blossoming warmth in your chest. It isn’t needy or full of lust – merely a small signal of the love and affection you have for each other.

“I love you,” you murmur. The words linger in the air between you for a few moments, Seonghwa’s only response being the same affectionate and tired grin. Even when he does do something, it isn’t verbal. He closes the minimal distance between your lips once more. The kiss contains a bit more pressure this time, yet again it doesn’t hold any desperation. You don’t let your lips part for a second as Seonghwa tugs you closer, hand drawing around your waist, and he tugs you forward and forward until your chest is flush against his. It only takes a slight tug for him to pull you on top of him, rolling onto his back so that you can straddle his hips comfortably.

A sigh of content leaves you. It’s one that Seonghwa eats right up, and his tongue caresses your lower lips with the same amount of care and softness as every other touch he’s providing. He slips his hands lower, tracing each curve and dip of your body until he reaches your hips and dances over the bare skin there. It doesn’t take much for him to let those same fingers slide up under your shirt. They leave goosebumps in their wake, gliding and shifting until he has his thumbs looped around the band of your underwear, and it’s with an unspoken agreement that he tugs them down. You have to assist him in getting them fully off, straightening one leg after the other until the undergarments are pulled away completely. He doesn’t bother doing the same for his own – mostly because he’s not wearing underwear, but also because he just shimmies his sweatpants down enough to bare his cock to the cool air in the bedroom.

Seonghwa doesn’t move any faster than he is; he maintains the same sweet and languid pace even as he slips two fingers between your legs and presses them past your already sopping folds. You moan into his mouth at the sensation, shifting your hips so that he can have better access to your core. His tongue breaches your lips at the same moment he pushes his fingers into your tight hole, and you would moan if you weren’t midway through a gasp of surprise. You let him control the kiss, instead focusing on the feeling of his fingers inside you, but you can’t keep from reaching down to take his member in your hand. It’s his turn to groan as you move over his cock with sloppy jerks, collecting the precum gathered on his tip and guiding it over the rest of his length.

“I want you, Hwa,” you whisper after pulling back to look him in the eye. His smile returns, and he gives you a small nod before slipping his fingers out of you. His hand meets yours on his shaft, lips coming to rest on the corner of your lips. He rubs the juices of your arousal over his cock then pushes your hips back to align with your hole. When he sinks into your velvet walls, you can’t stop the whimper that falls from your lips. The stretch burns and aches deep inside you, and Seonghwa slows his movements until he barely moves at all. Folding your hands around the back of his neck, you dug yourself down to his lips and kiss him as deeply as possible. Seonghwa returns the kiss with equal passion and penetrates you until he’s buried all the way in your cunt.

“I love you,” he says, parting from your lips to speak the words. “Let me make love to you.”

“You always have permission to do that,” you reply. You release his neck to cup his cheek, and he presses his face against your palm without hesitation. “So go ahead and do it, my love.”

Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightens, and in one swift movement, he swivels you until your back collides with the mattress. His mouth overtakes yours, tongue pushing in without hesitation, and you can only moan in response. He rocks his hips against yours. The groan that leaves his chest is nothing short of heavenly, and you’d beg just to hear that sound over and over again, but he provides it without you begging at all. Each thrust has you seeing stars; his cock rubs over your sweet spot without cease, and the pace he maintains is still as languid as before. It feels different this time, like he’s putting all his feelings into each thrust. Not chasing after his own pleasure or an orgasm – just undivided attention on you and making you feel good.

It doesn’t take long for you to lose yourself in the pleasure running through your veins. Seonghwa is right there with you, quiet moans escaping him as more time passes, but it’s evident that he’s holding out until you orgasm. His thrusts only stutter once your walls begin to tighten around him. The band holding you back from your orgasm snaps as he thrusts particularly deep, and you arch your back off the bed. White fills your vision, red hot pleasure searing your body from head to toe, and Seonghwa kisses you through it. The warmth only persists because he cums inside you a second later, painting the inside of your walls with white.

You don’t dare to move for several minutes after and just focus on Seonghwa’s weight against your body and the softly spoken praises he whispers into the shell of your ear. When he does move away from you, you throw your arms around his waist and squeeze him tight so that he can’t leave.

“Let’s just stay like this a while,” you murmur, the exhaustion clearly audible in your tone. “Please.” Seonghwa laughs lightly, then brings his lips back to your forehead.

“Okay, baby girl. Anything for you.”

...

a/n: not funny. i cried. this is too soft for me. expect hard shit to make up for it ;-;

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