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gaystayzennie · 4 months ago

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Taeyong x Male reader

Summary: Anonymous ask where Taeyong and btm male reader are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr relay cam, fans see hickies on both of them. Flashback scene where they were getting heated in the living room and Johnny walks in on them during his own relay cam.

Warnings: NSFW, hickies, slight exhibitionism, bottom reader, general gay smut 🤷‍♂️

1:00 PM

“Hi Czennies! It’s my turn for the relay cam! The time is 1:00 right now.” Taeyong waves at the camera with a big grin on his face. Panning the camera over, he introduces his guest. “I know you don’t get to see y/nie and me together much since he’s usually busy leading his group, but he’s here today to keep me company while I work on some lyrics.”

“Hi guys. Taeyong isn’t gonna be talking much since he’s busy working on his music, so I’ll show you my outfit while he works.” Y/n takes the camera from Taeyong for the moment and sets it up far enough back to show off his entire outfit. “Today I’m wearing a comfy outfit since I have a break from schedules. I’m wearing my favorite jeans today and a hoodie for a boyfriend look since czennies always like that vibe the best. And czennies told me I look good when I wear my glasses, so I’m wearing that too. Oh and of course I’m wearing my friendship necklace with Taeyong like always! You can’t really see it under my hoodie though sorry guys.” Y/n has his hood on covering up the entirety of his neck. Unbeknownst to czennies, this was an intentional choice to hide the hickies Taeyong had left behind this morning. Taeyong pipes up from behind him “We should show czennie our necklaces together! I’m wearing mine right now too.”

Y/n freezes. “They’ve seen it before Hyung, I don’t think it will be interesting.” Something lights up in Taeyong when he realizes why y/n is hestitating to show the necklace. “Come here y/n, I wanna show them again anyway!” He reaches out and grabs y/n’s wrist yanking him over to the couch where he’s perched, causing y/n to fall into Taeyong’s lap. “Hyung wait!” he yells desperately trying to get out of Taeyong’s firm grasp. Taeyong reaches to unzip the hoodie and tease the younger member. His plan was to unzip it just enough to pull out the necklace without revealing anything else, but he doesn’t plan for the way y/n jerks away from him. Shit. The zipper stops well below y/n’s chest revealing the dark mark he left earlier. Not only that, but his twisting around in Taeyong’s lap caused his hoodie to ride up high enough to show the many many marks scattered across his abdomen. Y/n rolls off the couch at lighting speed and zips his hoodie back up and immediately starts forcing a laugh in the hopes that he can cover up the awkward moment. Taeyong follows suit and laughs at y/n, exclaiming “You’re so dramatic y/n, I was just trying to show them your necklace!” The pair is quick to move on with the video like normal and they pray the moment was quick enough that the camera didn’t actually capture anything.

2:05 PM

Y/n is curled up in Taeyong’s lap again soon after their relay cam together is posted to youtube. Both of them are extremely anxious to see if their mishap was noticeable at all. “Taeyong skip ahead! Faster!” It’s takes everything in him not to snatch the phone out of Tae’s hands and skip ahead himself. “Wait there! stop there! That’s when it happened.” The pair leans in close and watches intently sighing a breath of relief soon after when they see that the moment was extremely brief and they did a good job moving on like normal. “See? I bet they didn’t think anything of it y/n. It just looks like you got embarrassed because you fell into my lap and that’s all.” Y/n feels a little less sure than Taeyong though knowing how closely fans tend to watch and analyze their content. “Let’s look at the comments just to be sure.”

Scrolling through, most of the comments look normal. All saying things like:

“Taeyong is such a hard worker writing music even on his day off”

“It’s so rare to see our two leaders together!”

etc. Until one comment catches y/n’s eyes.

“Did anyone notice the bruise on y/n’s neck when he fell of the couch?”

the comment is quickly getting a lot of replies.

“omg it looks like a hickey!”

“no I bet SM is mistreating him, there seem to be more bruises all over his stomach too if you look closely”

“guys I put it in .5 speed and I noticed there’s a bruise on Taeyong too”

“Oh my god! Right after that weird Johnny relay cam too. What do you think they were doing 👀”

“Everyone be quiet. We shouldn’t speculate about these things”

“Guess they’re not really “friendship” necklaces guys”

Fuck. This might actually be a problem.

10:00 am (flashback scene ~ NSFW plot begins here)

“Fuck! Don’t stop Hyung!” y/n whines out as Taeyong bites down on his neck. Taeyong giggles at y/n being so needy. He wasn’t planning on getting freaky so early in the day, especially out in the open like this… but he couldn’t help but suck another mark into y/n’s neck when he heard how desperate the younger member sounded underneath him. It had started off innocent enough with the two of them cuddling on the living room couch watching a movie together while they waited their turn for the relay cam. Y/n had started it actually. Eager to finally spend some quality time with his favorite person on his day off, he’d began kissing Taeyong. Taeyong’s lips were soft and tasted sweet from the lip balm he’d applied first thing this morning. Y/n could never get sick of the feeling of kissing Taeyong, his beautiful, talented, sexy boyfriend. God, he loved this man to death.

Eventually growing impatient, he began sucking on Taeyong’s collarbone hoping to send Taeyong a silent message. It wasn’t long at all before Taeyong grabbed y/n’s waist and had him flipped on his back so he could hover over him to return the favor and suck some marks of his own into y/n’s neck. His lips began trailing lower and lower until he was sucking and biting down on y/n’s abs earning heavy breathing from him. “You want to keep going pretty boy? Johnny should be at the gym for a while longer with his relay cam.”

“Yes please” moans out y/n. He can feel Taeyong’s member jump as it’s pressed against his thigh. It’s no surprise y/n’s own dick grows hard at the sight of his boyfriend hovering over him looking eager as ever to fuck him right then and there in the living room. “Your wish is my command” he says, pressing another deep passionate kiss into y/n’s lips. He then replaces his lips with a finger, telling y/n to suck on it. “Let’s loosen you up” he whispers, moving his finger down toward y/n’s center—until the door swings open loudly.

“Aright made it back home czennie! I can’t believe I forgot my gym bag!” Both of them panic hearing his footsteps get closer. “Shit!” Taeyong grabs the closest throw blanket off the back of the couch and yanks it across their bodies hastily. “Oh hey guys! I didn’t think you’d be up yet. I forgot my bag” Johnny says, walking into the living room. “Everyone say h-” Johnny pauses his movement taking in the sight of the two boys in front of him, eyes darting to the way y/n’s chest is heaving up and down and then to the marks on both of their necks. “Um actually, I think y/n is still sleeping, so I’ll just let you guys see Taeyong and y/n later during their relay cam. I uh… think it’s at one. Let’s head back to the gym” He says blushing like crazy with embarassement. Taeyong mouths out thank you and Johnny turns and walks out as fast as he can.

“Um. Let’s move to your bedroom please?”

“Yeah… sorry y/n” Taeyong blushed.

The end.

ps. sorry the story kind of ends abruptly. I wrote this in a rush as per usual, and decided to just keep this one kind of short. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part two or if you have any ideas! Thanks for reading :)

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jeneseoquoi · 1 year ago

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nct 127 | hyung line + fluff

♡ random fluff with our favorite ilichil hyungs ♡

(note: i was listening to 'eleven' by khalid when writing these so they were originally gonna be like time stamp scenarios, but then it just turned into random fluff for jn, ty, dy, and yt. so basically ignore the random time stamp in taeil's lmao. also, i was going to do all nine members until i hit a block therefore it's only hyung line for now. if you guys want a part two for the rest of the members, let me know! oh and i'm notorious for switching tenses in my fic writing so if that bothers you, this here is your warning lmao.)

taeil: the sunlight bleeding through the light colored curtains, taeil’s soft hums as he moved about the kitchen and the subtle warmth from the bacon frying on the stove made for such a peaceful morning. you glanced at the clock as you pulled the eggs out of the fridge, carrying them over to the stove; 11:31 am. taeil wasn’t normally this eager to get out of bed at this time, but when he heard your stomach growl for the fourth time that morning, he just couldn’t go back to sleep. not when his love was practically starving.

“what are you smiling about?” taeil questioned, breaking you out of your short daze.

“nothing.” you giggled causing him to cock an eyebrow. “this is just nice. the two of us, cooking breakfast together in our own apartment. nowhere to be but here, with each other.” you sighed happily. taeil couldn’t help but laugh at your sudden tenderness.

“you’re so sentimental honey,” he walked over to you, pecking your cheek, “but you’re right.” he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. his fingers played with the diamond on your left finger, sighing in contentment.

“there’s no place i’d rather be than here at home with you.”

johnny: you sipped the last of your wine as you put the finishing touches on the canvas in front of you.

“okay! ready when you are.” you smiled as you admired the masterpiece you created.

“it’s about time.” johnny retorted sarcastically. “okay, on three. one, two, three.”

you both picked up your canvases, turning them to face each other before busting out laughing.

as your guys’ laughter died down, you spoke up “it’s safe to say that maybe we shouldn’t have had two whole bottles of wine BEFORE starting the paintings.”

he laughed loudly, “nah, that makes this so much better honestly. these belong in the louvre.”

you giggled, absentmindedly reaching for your glass, but stopped shortly as you remembered the last drops you finished just moments ago.

“looks like you’re empty. should I pop open the next bottle?” he asks, gesturing toward the empty glass in your hand.

you shake your head. you’d only been on a couple of dates with johnny so far, but he made you so comfortable. he was easy to talk to and get along with plus he made you laugh. not to mention he was undeniably attractive sat across from you with his bare face, loosened up black black button up, and an unmistakable lusty, hazy look in his eyes. it was no wonder how you eventually made your way to his side of the coffee table, and into his lap. as if instinctual, he wrapped his arms around you, settling them on your lower back.

“ready to call it a night? should i get you a taxi?” he questioned, trying to analyze your face.

you shook your head, “nope. as a matter of fact,” your voice barely above a whisper, looking between his eyes and lips, before leaning in, “i have something better we can do.”

a sly remark threatened to leave his lips, but before it had time, he leant forward meeting you the rest of the way.

taeyong: the elevator began to descend as you pressed the floor number for your boyfriend’s studio. stepping out as the elevator dinged, you made your way down the hallway, two coffees in hand. not long after knocking, the door to the studio flew open, revealing a smiling face.

“you’re here!” he exclaimed.

“i’m here! and i brought coffee.” you smiled back at him, carefully shaking the cups in your hand. he grabs them from you, leaning in to give you a peck as a greeting & thank you all in one.

“come in, i was just in a writing block and you’re the perfect inspiration i needed.” you could feel warmth rise in your chest from his sweet words. he pulls a chair next to his, patting the seat for you to sit, and you happily do.

“tell me what you think of this.” he plays the track he’s been working on, and you bop your head along to the beat until a familiar humming captures your attention. “wait, tae…is that me???”

a flush comes to his cheeks as he stops the track.

“maybe. do you remember where it’s from?” you try your best to recall, but it just doesn’t come to you. slightly amused by your stumped look, he gives you the answer.

“it’s from a few weeks ago when i was having trouble sleeping. you stayed up with me all night, and at some point you started humming. something about it was so soothing, that i was able to finally fall asleep to it. and it’s been stuck in my head since.” your face softens as he recounts the memory.

“so i thought, why not make it a song that i can listen to forever.”

you feel a burst of butterflies release in your stomach and before you can help it, you find yourself blurting out the words you’ve been wanting to say to him for a while.

“i love you taeyong.” he reached forward, clasping your hands in his and let out an excited giggle, “i love you too.”

yuta: you sighed deeply, throwing back what felt like your fourteenth shot of the night. you came to this new years eve party in hopes of getting to spend some quality time with and hopefully confessing to your crush, but since you guys arrived he’s been preoccupied with all his friends. i mean what did you expect, he did invite you to their annual lonely hearts nye bash, but you couldn’t help the part of you that hoped he invited you to make each other’s hearts less lonely. you shook your head, pouring yet another shot from the liquor bottle in hopes of drowning your thoughts. that was until you heard a familiar sound.

“alright it’s about a minute to midnight…” you heard the host of the ball drop say on the tv.

you jumped off the counter with a loud sigh, a sense of urgency suddenly taking over you. it was now or never. you threw back the shot and marched out of the kitchen in search of yuta. he wasn’t hard to find with his dark orange hair and sparkly party hat standing out in the small in crowd of his friends. you called his name, walking straight over to where he was standing in front of the TV with a shot glass.

“hey! where’ve you been? i thought you left.”

you shook your head, “yuta listen, I have something to tell you.”

“TWELVE, ELEVEN…” his friends started counting down.

“right now? can it wait?” he gave you a confused look.

it’s now or never. you shook your head, and tapped fully into your liquid courage.

“yuta, i like you. and i came here tonight because i want to be your new year’s kiss.” he looked like a deer caught in headlights at your sudden confession, but before his brain could even formulate a response he was interrupted by the shouts of his friends.

“FOUR, THREE, TWO…”

without another thought, he cupped both of his hands around your face, pressing his lips softly to yours. it was only a couple of seconds, but it was the best ones of the new year so far.

doyoung: it was early. too early almost, considering the amount of times you’d woken up through the night to tend to the new addition in your little family. it’d only been about two weeks since doyoung and you had brought home your new child, and it was safe to say the adjustment was proving to be more draining than you guys imagined. due to this, things around the house had started to pile up, quick. so it was a little surprising when you rolled over to the other side of the bed and felt…emptiness. the space was cold, meaning your partner hadn’t been occupying it for a while. you sat up, stretching your arms above your head before venturing out from under the warmth of the covers in search of him. on your way toward the kitchen, you stopped by your child’s room, barely inching the door open to see them fast asleep. you walked into the kitchen immediately spotting doyoung at the sink. a smile crept on your face as you watched him wash & rinse the dishes in his pink gloves. quietly making your way over to him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, startling him. he tsk’d, turning off the water and removing his gloves, before turning to face you.

“nooooo. why are you up?” he whined, making you scrunch your face at him.

“am I interrupting something?” you ask with a giggle.

“of course not, but…” he sighs, “i wanted to get the house cleaned up a bit before you woke up. i know you’ve been so tired lately, so i just wanted to take one more thing off your plate.”

a rush of warmness radiates over your body causing you to lean toward him for a kiss, which he happily accepts.

“you’re so good to me” you whisper against his lips before he pulls away. “i know. but you deserve it.”

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yutanology · 2 years ago

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minty breathe blew your right ear as he moaned your name, so whiny, so needy. your fingers tangled with his dark locks, giving them a tug everytime he hits that perfect spot that makes your walls clench around his cock.

he only moans louder. his mouth left agape as his drool leaks at the sides of his swollen lips. the bed creaked at his every thrust. both your legs shaking and your toes curling. it didn't take too long before you had reached your climax but he still didn't stop fucking you when he had already came for the fifth time.

you let go of his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck instead as he found his way into you deeper. his pace didn't falter at all but his thrusts were getting sloppier. you knew he wouldn't last long either.

you creamed around his cock again before you pushed him off of you. he let out a pathetic whine when his hard cock was exposed on the cold air. your half lidded lustful eyes met his teary ones. it's almost as if he's begging you to let him fuck you once more. you sat on top of him.

you slapped his cheek with the back of your hand. it wasn't that hard but it was still enough to make him feel the slight sting on his skin. your fingers gripped on his lower jaw, "aren't you getting a little too selfish, pet?" the change in your tone only made his cock twitch.

your other hand gripped on his cock, your thumb circled on his tip a few times before he thrashed, begging you to let him cum. "p-please! ahhh!" you let go of his dick, refusing his orgasm. frustrated warm tears dampened his rosy cheeks. "you think you deserve to cum after what you did?"

he did nothing but sob, reaching out for you to touch him again. but you're not planning to give him what he wants just yet. "cry all you want. I'm not letting you cum until you've learned your lesson." your thumb teased his red tip once again, earning another loud cry from him.

"this is what naughty boys like you deserve."

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backtoyuta · 9 months ago

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NCT 127 college series- how you first meet

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

warnings: none

A fluffy 127 drabble where Yuta is a flirty sob. No smut but a tad suggestive- 1 in the where you meet 127 at college series

I will never get over college aus. They are my bread and butter.

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Yuta was one of those unlikely friendships that blossomed in potentially the most disastrous of settings. You hated group projects with a passion, there was always one that was super disorganised, and you felt the immense pressure of not being that person in question too. You remember vividly your tutor reading out the list of names- perking at the sound of your own and then flicking your eyes instinctively to Yuta when his was called promptly after.

You glanced away quickly when his aloof expression trained on you, his eyes observing but face unchanging. You scrambled for your belongings as soon as the lecture was over, one of your group-mates muttering about making a group chat with a sullen tone. It would be a little while until Yuta and yourself spoke, your only interaction being the insane sexual tension when it was just you two on the google slides at 1 in the morning.

"This seat free?" Chimed a voice from beside you, Yuta sank into the seat after you shook your head no and shoved some of your stationary aside on the table, the sound a little too awkward and loud for a library.

"I see you were pulling a late one last night," he continued playfully, his tongue pushed to the inside of his cheek as he opened his laptop- something he did a lot.

"I could say the same for you... How's the research going?" His eyes twinkled hearing your reply and his slender fingers typed rapidly. He showed you his research proudly, a substantial amount of work and organised neatly- thank God someone was pulling their weight.

"Let's see what you have" and he leaned closer to see your screen, causing a waft of his cologne to hit you subtly. You let him scroll through your slides, the corner of his mouth turning up at your intelligent use of jargon.

"Wow... Nice Y/N, very nice"

"Oh it gets even better."

"Oh?"

"yeah..." You pulled up your bibliography and sat back, his expression twisting and he let out an exaggerated groan, causing you to laugh and shush him simultaneously, all the while glancing around at anyone hearing your conversation.

"Cited sources, that's what gets you going?" You scoffed sarcastically, eyeing him up and down.

"Listen, my group last time had me in the trenches... I was the backbone of the whole thing." He jokingly shuddered and you laughed at his quip, the two of you settling down and continuing to work on your portions of the work. Your time working together was time you got to know each other beyond an acquaintance in your class. Being with Yuta was thrilling, mostly because he was the type of person you knew you would never have been friends with outside of these circumstances. He was a creative, opinionated, and had a torturous sense of humour- something he adored weaponizing and using to make you squirm.

He couldn't help but coo internally when he would spout an abundance of lies, and watch you intently as you went through the motions of nodding naively, process what he said and then playfully go to hit his chest lightly while he laughed and dodged you in satisfaction. You became accustomed to strolling over to the library to work together, sending him sly texts when you saw him pop up on google slides, and exchanging smiles when you caught him with his group of friends. Occasionally he liked to drag you over for a chat, sling an arm around your shoulder and keep you there until you could say your goodbyes and continue on to wherever you were going.

The tension only increased when you progressed to working at each other's dorms. It was hard to tell which was the lesser of two evils; all your friends in your flat were nosey and wanted all the details about the hot guy you brought round to study with, and Yuta lived in a stereotypical guy-dorm. Today, you opted for skilfully dodging the pizza boxes piled by the door and let yourself be led down the narrow corridor into Yuta's compact, but relatively tidy room.

Yuta settled on his bed with his back leaning against the wall, beckoning you to come and sit beside him while shimmying his laptop and books out of his bag. As soon as you were sat, the air became a little thicker, his form was incredibly warm against yours in the small room and his signature scent that always clung to him was much more potent in his space.

Yuta was always very frugal and complicit with physical contact; he had no issue with his friends resting, leaning, clinging on him, so you tried very hard to pay no mind when he pressed his side up to yours to place the laptop between you. You had to force your heartrate to slow and for your hands to stop shaking when he handed you a piece of paper, the tremor catching his attention- to his delight.

"Am I making you nervous?" His tone felt a little too serious, and his voice was a little lower than the clear tone he usually sang out.

"No." You replied, a little too quickly, and you caught the smirk gracing his features in the reflection of the laptop screen. "It's probably the coffee... I'm fine." You made a point of shoving a pillow behind your back and cracking on, Yuta's chuckle sounding in the mostly quiet room. He didn't budge an inch, his jeans still pressed up against your leg and the slightly bony part of his shoulder level with your head.

You were working efficiently, the sun had set a while ago so Yuta illuminated the room with a lamp, casting a warm glow. At some point you became quite lethargic, the warmth of the room and Yuta being so close was like a blanket, and the quietness that was interrupted minimally by the soothing sound of typing caused a fog in your brain. Your eyes continued to close against your will, and you had to force the yawns away while trying to subtly jerk your body awake.

"Why don't you just take a nap?" Yuta laughed lightly, watching your eyelids flutter. He couldn't suppress his giggle, his shoulder shaking causing your head to almost vibrate when he noticed you had typed a stream of full stops and commas in your writing; you must've left your fingers on the keys when you dozed off for the umpteenth time.

You only grumbled in response, determined to shake the tiredness off, but that was proving impossible. Ignoring your light whine of confusion, Yuta brushed his fingers over your thigh as he lifted your laptop off your lap, and lightly pushed your shoulder so you were resting horizontal with your head nestled in a pillow.

"I won't bother you." Yuta smiled, his eyes still trained on his work. He tugged your T-shirt down once in a gentle manner from where it had ridden up your back, and you almost flinched where his cool fingertips came into contact with your exposed skin. Your heart was fluttering at being casually manhandled, but you let out a quiet sigh of agreement when you settled into the mattress, your eyes closing automatically.

You woke disorientated, the light outside gone completely and the only parts visible was the illumination of street lights and buildings. Yuta was slouched in his desk chair, a book open in front of him but he was watching some kind of sports game in Japanese on his laptop on the lowest volume.

"What time is it?" You grumbled, still confused, dehydrated, too hot and tangled in blankets.

"Late. I'll walk you home... You want something to eat?" Yuta rolled his chair over to where you were sitting up, reaching out casually to move some of your hair that had become mussed back to their original position. The mention of food made you conscious of how hollow your stomach felt and you nodded sleepily, head bowed at how Yuta looked at your endearing form shyly.

You did get some food, and after Yuta helped you gather together your belongings that had scattered around the bed he held your jacket open for you to slip your arms in, flung your backpack over his shoulder and walked you out, making casual conversation on the way home.

The time eventually came to show your group presentation, and he smiled widely at you when you sighed out, relieved the whole thing was over and done with.

"You should come over tonight," he spoke seriously, those infamous dark eyes looking you up and down as he poked his tongue into the inside of his cheek

"The presentation is over Yuta, we can chill." You squirmed under his gaze, but made a point of throwing him a friendly smile as if to part ways, grabbed your bag and turned to exit.

Before you could turn fully, Yuta reacted quick and grasped your hoodie-clad wrist lightly, preventing your leave.

"Hm? I didn't mean to work." His tone was light hearted but his expression was almost sinister, his eyes glinted and mouth quirked into a smile… and he was still holding your sleeve. Letting the last of the class stragglers pass by behind you and out the door you felt your stomach flip in excitement and your knees shake. Yuta continued to stare you down, taking a sadistic enjoyment at you blush and fumble to try and formulate an answer.

The lecturer rushed out a goodbye and also disappeared out the door of the lecture theatre, leaving you entirely alone in the aisle nearest the exit; the rows and rows of seats looking vast and empty now it was just the two of you. You stepped back towards the wall to gain some distance, purely out of self preservation, but Yuta leaned up casually on the wall behind you. He wasn't a whole lot taller than you, but his dominance was omnipresent as he waited patiently for your answer.

“Yeah… sounds… good” the words catching in your throat slightly. He chuckled again, his dark expression mollifying into something more friendly. The air turned stiff as he acknowledged your answer, it was like he was completely aware of his effect on you and wanted to exploit it as much as was in his power.

"See, I do make you nervous." He smiled, once again amused at how you bore his torment. You shook your head slightly and dared to look at his dark eyes that glinted down at you. At this point you easily could've slipped away, he had let your wrist go, but the thrill of the moment was keeping your feet firmly planted. You wanted to prove he didn't turn you into the puddle he was so sure he did. Even if your from was melting under his gaze as we speak.

"You're delusional." You muttered, your face twisting into an expression of mirth as he breathed out a laugh through his nose, and he leant his upper body lower to be closer to your ear.

"Am I? So it doesn't bother you when I do this?" He feigned innocence despite one hand still placed on the wall to entrap you and the fingers of his other hand trailing up your clothed spine. He forced a leg between the two of yours, effectively parting them and leant so close to your ear that you could feel his cool, minty breath tickling your neck.

He muttered something in Japanese, his mother tongue spilling from his lips fluidly and sensually, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear caused your hair to stand on end. He trailed his hand up further behind you and toyed with your hair, and he punctuated his words with a snicker as your breath caught. Your body contradicted itself, trying to escape the ticklish feeling of his fingers on your back but also wanting to refrain from giving him a reaction at all. You were absolutely certain that whatever he murmured so wickedly in your ear was the most perverted thing he could muster, his teasing expression gave you that much, but you breathed a sharp breath and once again looked up bravely.

"Nope." You popped, deadpan, but still fighting the urge to shiver and shimmy away from his expert touch.

"No?" Leaning in again, he muttered more in a foreign language. His tone was practically purring as he bemused at your confused expression, and reached the hand that was walking up and down your spine to your head to move some hair off your face.

"What are you saying?" You questioned defeated, your tone a little whinier that what you would have liked but his sultry actions were making a potent mixture of heat and frustration pool in your stomach.

"Can I show you?" He offered, his eyes searching yours for an ounce of discomfort. You relaxed your body in his hold and once again a devilish smirk pulled at his features. He looked down intently at your lips as you nodded naively at his request, the syrupy feeling you had before morphing into something more needy and you squirmed slightly when he leaned down and kissed you.

You let him take the lead as he moulded his lips with yours, your hands pressed against the wall awkwardly as he overpowered you. Sensing your awkwardness, he slid his hand from your bicep, down your forearm and grasped your hand lightly to bring it up and place it on his shoulder, never removing his lips from yours. Using his prompt, your wound the hand he had manoeuvred towards the warmth of his neck and placed your other hand lightly on his chest, while he snaked his arms around you and kept you close; his hands working with pure experience and expertise.

The sound of students chatting down the hallway, right outside the door caused you to pull away and turn your head towards the noise. Yuta loosened his grip from your body but took your chin between his thumb and index finger to force you to face him again, and pressed a languid kiss to your swollen lips.

"We won't mind them." He spoke for the both of you, his dominance once again coming to the forefront.

"Are you always this bossy?" You complained jokingly, allowing him to kiss you once more. He pulled away and left some ticklish kisses on your jaw and neck, nothing that would leave a mark, only stopping to laugh at your comment and peer at your flushed face.

"Are you always this compliant?" He sassed back, the tone light hearted but the implication hung heavy between you.

You raised your eyebrow at his question and summoned some fire from your flustered form to quip back at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You wiggled with more defiance, signalling that the two of you should leave now and he followed your suit, detangling his arms from you and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

He didn't reply to your statement, only opened the door and held it for you over your head. You fell into step together as he walked you out of the lecture hall, a hand deftly reaching down to clasp yours and continue to walk like that. His domineering presence kept you wary and excited, as you followed him back to his dorm you could only wonder where the events of the day would take you.

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writemekpop · 2 years ago

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Sleepless | Lee Taeyeong

Summary: Your boyfriend Taeyong has been moaning your name in his nightmares, but he refuses to tell you why...

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty

Word Count: 0.8k

“Y/n! Stop!” Taeyong begged, his tear-streaked face squeezed against the mattress.

He woke up with a jolt, his terrified eyes meeting yours.

Your boyfriend’s nightmares had been going on for a week. Every night, he cried your name in his sleep, his voice husky and breathless.

“Baby, I’m here, it’s okay,” you whispered, wrapping your hands over his broad shoulders. “What was it about?”

“Nothing. I’m fine,” he said, rolling to face the other side of the bed.

“That’s the fifth time this week. You’re not fine.”

“I’ll sleep in the spare room tomorrow,” Taeyong replied gruffly, as if the conversation was over.

“I don’t care about my sleep, Taeyong, I care about you. I think it would help to talk about it.” You ran your fingers over his rippling back muscles.

Taeyong turned to face you. His lips opened for a moment… then he shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand.”

His words stung. You knew Taeyong had had a traumatic experience when he was a kid, and you hadn’t, but… he had never made you feel bad about it.

You bit your lip. “Fine then. Sleep in the spare room – for a week.”

“Fine.”

The bed was chilly without your boyfriend in it. The white bedsheet could have been an iceberg.

For a few nights, you put up with his tortured nightmare sounds through the wall.

Then one night, you heard a sound that you would never forget. It was a howl, a sound of pure anguish, that tore through the air. You had to go and check on Taeyong.

You rushed to the bed in the spare room to wake him up.

Taeyong’s eyes shot open. They looked weirdly glassy, like he was looking through you.

“Did it burn you? Oh, baby, let me kiss your wounds!” Taeyong said.

Taeyong’s lips stroked your face, your neck, your waist, as his anxious eyes roamed over every inch of you.

“W-what are you talking about?” you said. “You’re scaring me…”

Taeyong squeezed you into his chest, his arms caging you in a hug. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, then pulled you into his arms again. “Not too bad – singed hair – second degree – we’ll be alright.”

In your hair, he whispered, “I thought I’d lost you, I thought I’d lost my angel…”

Your heart swelling, you held his head in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Baby! Nightmare – that’s all it is.”

Taeyong froze. Like a blind man seeing for the first time, he looked in wonder at the small bedroom, then back at you.

“But the… fire…” he said.

Taeyong sat down on the bed, hard. The mask had fallen again, and his face was unreadable. “Sorry. ‘Nother nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“No Taeyong… what fire?” you said, sitting next to him.

When Taeyong met your eyes, his face was stony and you knew he wanted to shut you out yet again.

But after a long moment, something in him softened.

“When I was twelve – some people who hated my father burnt our house down. If I hadn’t warned my parents, I would have lost them.”

He took your hand and kissed it. “Ever since we moved in together, I’ve been getting these nightmares, where it’s you getting hurt – only – I can’t save you this time…”

Your heart throbbed with love for Taeyong. All this time, he had been worrying about you.

“You should have just told me!” you said.

Taeyong chuckled hoarsely. “Honestly, it feels good to tell you.”

“Of course, it does, you idiot. I’m your girlfriend,” you said, lightly punching his stomach. You looked into his eyes. “I can’t understand what you’ve been through, but let me just listen, okay?”

Taeyong nodded warmly. “I’ll never hide another thing from you, baby.”

“Wanna go back to sleep? You can come back to the master bedroom,” you said, chuckling.

“Can’t sleep,” Taeyong said, glaring at the corner as if he was warning the shadows not to come any closer.

“Well, I can think of a much better way to pass the time,” you said, eyeing him through your lashes. You let your fingers skate innocently to the waistband of his shorts… then underneath…

A grunt sounding in his throat, Taeyong swept you effortlessly into his arms and carried you into the master bedroom.

“You, my dear, are plenty hot enough to start a fire,” you giggled.

Taeyong’s smile dropped.

“Too soon?” you asked.

“Definitely too soon,” Taeyong agreed, but he was smiling. He leaned in to kiss you again.

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yeoosaangg · 3 months ago

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៹ 엔씨티 일리칠

✎… OT8

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE TAEYONG

01. SLOW DOWN ── SMUT

✎… SEO JOHNNY

01. ADVANTAGE ── SMUT

✎… NAKAMOTO YUTA

01. NO FRIENDSHIP ── SMUT

✎… KIM DOYOUNG

01. DIE FOR YOU ── SMUT

✎… JEONG JAEHYUN

01. HALF OF MY HEART ── SMUT

✎… KIM JUNGWOO

01. IF I ── FLUFF, SMUT

✎… LEE MARK

01. LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO ── SMUT

✎… LEE HAECHAN

01. EVERYDAY ── SMUT

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urfavesimp · 2 years ago

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guessing nct members kinks

MDNi ♡ JiSUNG VER.

( btw this is just my opinion and just for fun okay don't take it to seriously ily also lemme know if I should do all the members )

warnings ⚠️ - nothing to crazy

♡ SIZE KINK

- but I feel like jisung unknowingly would have a size kink like this boi is TOO DAMN TALL

- like if your shorter than him he'd be starting at you if you put on his sweater or had on a bigger oversized shirt .

- he'd be so shy at first but further into the relationship he'd be a bit more confident yk . he'd give you back hugs that end in him kissing your cheeks or neck like this poor boy would be so turned on my how tiny you feel in his arms

- then once he realizes it he'd be even more shy until he sees you low key like it to

♡ PERV JISUNG

- I feel like he'd also low key be one of the least kinky members ( maybe bc I usually see him ad a soft boy but he is a man so we never know skks )

- but I can see him being a little bit of a perv when it comes to you like maybe he might steal a pair of your panties before a tour so he can feel like he's close to you .

- or he'd ask you for pictures / videos if you guys weren't able yo hang out . he'd definitely save them to .

okay sorry it's short but I'm might to a part 2 maybe

#kpop smut #nct jisung #nct imagines #nct smut #nct dream #nct hard hours #nct scenarios #nct hard thoughts #jaehyun #nct jeno #mark lee #taeyong #nctzen #nct series #nct smau #nct dream smut #nct drabbles #nct dream suggestive

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years ago

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11:02 pm

Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.

You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.

Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.

You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.

Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.

It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.

“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."

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mileyjassie · 4 months ago

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Pinte-me

par: Taeyong x leitora gênero: Sugestivo e Fofo contagem: 3.4 mil sinopse: Você está aproveitando o tempo pintando no seu quarto e ele está gostando de ver você fazendo isso, mas agora ele quer a atenção para si mesmo, então pede que você pinte na pele dele.

Senti calmaria no momento que me sentei, preocupações sempre proibidas de virem à tona, no cômodo onde dormia todos os dias nada tinha além de músicas suaves não muito altas e tintas guardadas em caixas ao lado de meu banquinho alto, uma grande tela branca com poucos traços de cores sendo criadas nos esboços.

Revezava entre pincéis tentando achar o que era mais essencial para cada detalhe, misturando cores que cobriam a ponta de meus dedos e consequentemente sujavam os apoios dos pincéis.

Posso repetir o de sempre, certo? Me perguntei não notando muito claramente a presença comportada, porém, inquieta do rapaz.

Foi aí que me toquei, voltei para a realidade num piscar de olhos.

Tão silencioso, observador e obediente ele permanecia, sentado na borda da minha cama, ombros minimamente erguidos, seu olhar intenso se espreitando sobre mim e meu hábito de esquecer onde estava.

"Está sem criatividade?...Por que parou?" Indagou rasteiramente, apertando as mãos nas cobertas quando nossos olhares se aprofundaram.

Neguei com um aceno, fingindo precisar fazer algum retoque, voltando a virar o rosto na sua direção.

"Está entendiado? Notei sua inquietação...me olhava tão intensamente, acabei percebendo...precisa de algo?..."

Seus olhos fugiram constrangidos quase que automaticamente, engolindo em seco enquanto seus lábios se partiam num impulso natural de não saber o que responder.

"Preciso..." Respondeu baixo, me deixando levemente intrigada.

Tombei a cabeça, querendo seu olhos de volta.

"O que precisa?"

"Você..." Murmurou novamente, me devolvendo o olhar que estava esperando voltar para mim. Fechei as mãos em punhos fracos, instintivamente, para esconder o efeito de suas intenções mascaradas.

Sua voz tremeu, voltando atrás rapidamente.

"Eu quero que me dê atenção..." Se corrigiu, tirando as palmas das cobertas para juntá-las timidamente umas nas outras. "Estou me sentindo sozinho...Por favor, me dê atenção."

Fiquei quieta por alguns segundos, absorvendo completamente os sons que tocavam um em seguida do outro, todos calmos e relaxantes.

O quarto estava aconchegante por ter sido recentemente climatizado, as cortinas finas que escondiam as portas de vidro da varanda autorizavam a luz rosada passar por elas, deixando o quarto com a aparência suave.

"O que quer que eu faça?"

Seus olhos extremamente escuros refletiram um brilho imediato, parecendo esperançoso e um pouco ansioso, ele se levantou sem muita euforia, indo em direção de um outro banquinho, o pondo a minha frente, ao lado da tela em que eu tentava desenhar.

Ambos seguramos o sorriso por começarmos uma conversa mais próxima pela primeira vez no dia, tendo seus joelhos tocando os meus.

Taeyong entreabriu a boca, inspirando antes de prosseguir.

"Estou sentindo saudades do seu carinho, confesso" Confirmou, deixando suas palmas deitadas nas coxas. "Dessa maneira, ainda, não quero que deixe de pintar, pois sei que gosta muito, assim como também gosto."

Apertei meus pincéis em minhas mãos, ansiando por suas palavras mais contentemente do que quando estava a pintar cores sem vida num cenário ainda não inventado.

"Deixe teus quadros de lado. Me use, quero ser sua tela. Pinte em mim, desenhe na minha pele." Taeyong pediu convicto, um desejo sincero que provocou calor em minhas bochechas.

Suas mãos saíram de suas coxas, estendendo-se abertas a minha frente, pedindo pela iniciativa.

Olhei suas palmas, querendo tocá-las antes que voltassem para seu colo, mas Taeyong não fez isso, não as tirou de perto de mim.

Deslizei meu olhar para suas órbitas impenetráveis novamente, enxergando a paciência que sempre guardava para mim.

Segurei sua mão, notando um sorriso quase imperceptível em seu rosto, parecia satisfeito de poder estar alí, de sentir a tinta branca e fria refrescar sua palma clara e lisa.

"O que vai desenhar?..." Murmurou entretido, trazendo um ar íntimo que até o momento tentei evitar.

"Vamos descobrir..." Provoquei sem malícia, já sabendo que formas usar para desenhar as ondas baixas do mar que logo se completariam quando terminasse sua outra mão.

As músicas que tocavam suavemente em volume mediano anteriormente relaxavam o ambiente silencioso, mas agora tornavam nossa proximidade um pouco constrangedora.

Taeyong olhava meu rosto sempre que deixava seus olhos curiosos saírem de suas palmas, seus olhares pesando e marcando presença de maneira que eu não poderia evitar por muito tempo.

Não era um constrangimento estranho, mas trazia um pouco de vergonha, ambos pretendendo não demonstrar conhecimento sobre a tensão que a música sugestivamente romântica havia criado no ambiente.

Taeyong as vezes roçava levemente seu polegar no meu, arrancando um sorriso rápido uma vez ou outra, escondendo um sorriso pequeno quando eu deslizava meus dedos no seu pulso.

Já estava quase terminando a pintura em sua outra mão quando seus joelhos se aproximaram das minhas coxas, um na parte interna e outro na externa, se sentando mais para perto.

Levantei o olhar para o rosto do rapaz, vendo-o me observar de perto.

"Me diga que ainda não terminou..." Disse baixo, esperando pela resposta, afirmei com um aceno de cabeça, lhe devolvendo um "sim", assistindo suas sobrancelhas se espremerem por cima de seus olhos chateados.

Antes de dizer alguma coisa, Taeyong já havia voltado a encarar suas mãos, me esperando terminar de pintar as ondas azuis que se completavam quando suas palmas se juntavam uma do lado da outra, suavizando sua expressão antes "irritada".

Quando tirei o pincel de sua palma, as duas foram postas viradas para cima em meus joelhos, seu rosto se aproximou do meu, queixo erguendo minimamente quando seus olhos relaxaram.

"Minhas mãos não são a única parte do meu corpo que você pode pintar." Sorriu de lado, me convidando tentadoramente para tocar seu rosto.

Levei meus dedos até sua testa, tirando a franja de cima de seu rosto, a penteando para trás, suas sobrancelhas escuras ficaram à mostra, seu rosto inteiro descoberto e limpo para qualquer desenho que eu desejasse fazer.

"O que quer que eu desenhe em você?..."

Seus olhos se fecharam devagar, se inclinando um pouco mais para perto, o suficiente para sentir minha respiração bater contra seu rosto. Ele esperou assim por um instante, encontrando meus lábios com os seus, selando um beijo demorado.

Sua boca desgrudou da minha, sua voz grave respondendo calmamente. "Faça o que quiser, eu só quero que pinte em meu rosto com carinho, assim como se eu fosse uma de suas telas..."

Sorriu gentilmente, fingindo que me daria mais um beijo, se afastando novamente. Desaprovei sua atitude, ouvindo sua risada baixa ecoar e suas mãos virarem para descerem os dedos pelas laterais das minhas coxas, murmurando um pedido de desculpas.

"Não estrague meus desenhos." Pedi baixo, recebendo um aceno positivo seu, as palmas de suas mãos evitando encostar em minhas pernas, ainda deixando seus dedos compridos pousarem pelo local.

Deslizei meu indicador por seu lábio inferior, ignorando o pular de uma de suas sobrancelhas para dar um curto beijo em seu queixo, procurando um pincel fino, buscando minha paleta para banhar a ponta do instrumento em tinta verde, traçando uma linha fina e pouco curvada abaixo da cicatriz debaixo do seu olho direito.

Taeyong notou o local de escolha, parecendo um pouco surpreso e curioso, seus olhos cintilando em admiração por algo que ainda não sabia, mas, que era o suficiente para deixá-lo contente.

"Vai ser uma rosa?...Sei que é." Sorriu curto, seguindo minha mão das tintas de volta para seu rosto.

Afirmei com um aceno, um sorriso pequeno e orgulhoso nascendo em meu rosto pela satisfação do rapaz. Tingi aquele espaço fundo e singelo de vermelho, fazendo outros caules pequenos em seu rosto, os completando com pequenas flores de cores que equilibravam-se em seus próprios tons naquela pele levemente corada pela luz que entrava no quarto, mudando de tonalidade sem pressa ao passar dos minutos.

Taeyong sorriu suavemente, fechando os olhos ao levantar um pouco o queixo, me ajudando por deixar-me descer o pincel por sua mandíbula, permitindo que continuasse a desenhar folhas perdidas que "caíam" das flores feitas em seu rosto.

"Está ficando lindo..." Ousei elogiá-lo, ganhando confiança a cada traço novo que criava em sua pele quase rosa-dourada, como se essa nova tela aos poucos se tornasse cada vez mais minha.

A curva de sua boca marcou um sorriso ladino, então soltou um som do fundo de sua garganta, respondendo meu comentário com esse grunhido manhoso.

Analisei seu pescoço, encostando com a ponta dos dedos os lados para deixar beijos molhados nos espaços limpos dos traços ainda molhados de pétalas vermelhas, laranjas e rosas na sua jugular, recebendo ronronares longos, sua cabeça tombando para trás para receber mais da atenção que estava lhe dando.

"Antes de continuar..." Murmurou devagar, abaixando a cabeça para apontar para os próprios lábios. "Me beije um pouco mais." Pediu acomodado, esperando-me aproximar.

Olhei sua boca, inclinando para obedecê-lo, fechando os punhos para não sujá-lo com meus dedos melados, recebendo um pequeno grunhido desaprovador em meio o beijo, sua língua encontrando a minha quando seus dedos saíram de minhas coxas para pegarem meus dedos com cuidado, sujando o início de sua bochecha até abaixo da mandíbula com a trilha das minhas digitais multicoloridas.

Murmurei qualquer palavra sem sentido, queimando em minhas bochechas, decidindo deixar minhas mãos em sua mandíbula já que assim lhe agradava mais, e consequentemente a mim também. Seu gesto foi mais do que tentador, foi significantemente atraente.

Murmurei fraco mais uma vez, esperando que escolhesse quando o beijo devia cessar, ele murmurou de volta, negando devagar com a cabeça, segurando meus pulsos.

Me afastei, terminando o beijo com um estralo. Taeyong se inclinou minimamente atrás do contato que havia perdido, seus olhos perdidos achando os meus.

"Já quer terminar?..." Perguntei para o rapaz de mente distante, esperando seu aceno negativo. "Ainda quero pintá-lo."

"Mas não quero parar de fazer isso..." Segurou minhas mãos em seu pescoço, a pintura já seca não o incomodando para ser tão cuidadoso.

"Não vou deixar de fazer o que você quer." Tirei as mechas de seu cabelo que caíram em seu rosto novamente, acariciando sua sobrancelha. "Seja um pouco mais paciente e não vou mais impedí-lo."

"Terá que ser boa para mim." Exigiu com olhos inocentes e pidões, gostando da atenção em suas sobrancelhas.

"Vou ser. Assim como está sendo agora pra mim." Desci meus dedos pela lateral do seu rosto, roçando meus polegares em suas orelhas, contornando a região rosada.

Fui surpreendida por um beijo rápido em seguida de outro, depois disso o mesmo se comportou em seu banquinho alto de madeira, roçando seus joelhos em minhas coxas.

"Que parte do meu corpo você deseja pintar dessa vez?..." Seus olhos voltaram a ser intensos, me assistindo confiante o bastante para erguer levemente as sobrancelhas, mordendo o lábio inferior por um instante dentre um sorriso malicioso.

Ri nasalado com o que fez, deixando um sorriso pouco perceptível no rosto, descendo meus dedos para a gola de sua blusa social branca, parcialmente desabotoada.

Taeyong observou-me desabotoar mais alguns botões, parecendo ansioso a cada pedaço de pele seu que aparecia a mais.

Deslizei o tecido branco por seus ombros, fazendo a barra dobrada permanecer caída alguns centímetros abaixo.

"Você parece extremamente sensual agora." Comentei para ele ouvir em bom tom meus pensamentos, suas mãos se juntaram, seus ombros encolheram pouquíssimo. "Eu sei que gostou muito de me ter desenhando flores por todo o seu rosto e pescoço, Taeyong... deve estar se sentindo muito bonito neste momento..." Encostei a fria tinta violeta em sua clavícula, afim de continuar a desenhar em seu corpo aquilo que lhe fazia se sentir bem. "Não está?" Ergui o olhar, querendo minha resposta.

"E-Estou." Gaguejou, perdendo aquele olhar sedutor que até pouco me provocava, simplesmente parecendo uma vítima dos meus comentários.

"Por que gosta tanto disso?..." Perguntei, fingindo estar intrigada com um segredo que estava a guardar de mim. "Suas orelhas devem estar quentes por um motivo..."

"Sinto que me deseja mais." Sussurrou, engolindo em seco quando beijei o fundo entre suas clavículas. "Me sinto mais atraente..."

"Você tem razão."

Ele me olhou rápido, desejando ouvir alguma confissão que não esperava.

"Não pensei que você poderia ficar mais lindo do que já é" Fiz um breve caminho de violetas, como uma coroa de pétalas, me levantando quando acabei "Mas olhe para você" Puxei o ar entre os dentes, admirada com a visão que estava tendo.

Fui até minha mesa, buscando uma câmera que repousava alí perto de outros materiais, voltando e achando seu olhar vergonhoso, tirando uma foto da obra de arte que tinha sentado a minha frente.

"Posso guardar isso comigo?" Perguntei em tom manhoso, me aproximando quando demorou para responder, mas acabou acenando positivamente. "Você é um amor" Mergulhei meus dedos por seu cabelo, penteando sua franja para trás, puxando algumas mechas levemente para ganhar em troca uma expressão prazerosa em seu rosto. "Posso tirar mais algumas? Você deixa?..." Murmurei perto do seu ouvido, ganhando um aceno obediente e um grunhido baixinho, capturando mais do que satisfeita fotos do seu rosto, pescoço e clavícula, aproveitando para tirar fotos do rapaz inteiro, já que os desenhos não eram o que me encantavam completamente.

Levantei seu queixo, agarrando de mão cheia mais alguns maços de cabelo, amaciando seu escalpo enquanto lhe dava mais um beijo grudento e preguiçoso.

"Vamos pro chão." Sussurrei contra seus lábios, me afastando.

Taeyong assistiu afastar-me de si, suas pupilas correndo de mim para o chão, talvez um pouco nervoso, talvez um pouco confuso, eu nunca poderia realmente saber o que estava sentindo.

Ele se levantou, aproximando-se sem pressa.

"Pensei que ainda queria pintar..."

Me aproximei depois de ouvir suas deduções precipitadas, puxando-o sem força pela roupa, beijando a parte nua do seu peito.

"Se sente, meu amor, não estamos parando." Segurei seus ombros, fazendo-o abaixar até estar em seus joelhos, levantando minhas sobrancelhas quando encontrei sua expressão concentrada, um rubor aparecendo em seu rosto. "Está gostando disso?" Tombei a cabeça, segurando-o pelos cabelos.

"O que vai fazer?..." Desviou em tom baixo depois de um breve arfar, fazendo com que eu sorrise com sua posição de submissão.

Levantei a câmera, também ignorando sua pergunta. "Faça uma concha com as mãos." Pedi, somente ganhando suas sobrancelhas espremidas. "Me peça por algo, implore por algo..." Taeyong não respondeu, mas fez exatamente como pedi, criando uma feição inocente, uma provocação clara de um lobo vestido em pele de cordeiro.

Capturei a foto da maneira como desejava do último desenho que faltava, lhe oferecendo um acordo. "Irei me sentar no seu quadril, Taeyong...Vou pegar essa tinta dourada que tenho e fazer louros em seus ombros..." Caminhei até a tela ao lado, pegando o pequeno recipiente com o líquido dourado, voltando para perto do rapaz de joelhos. "Se você gemer enquanto me esfrego contra você, terá que me deixar tirar quantas fotos eu quiser do seu corpo. Do jeito que eu quiser."

Seus lábios partiram sem resposta, procurando em meu rosto onde eu queria chegar com esse jogo.

"Se eu não...gemer..." Subiu os dedos pelas laterais das minhas pernas, pousando suas mãos nas costas das minhas coxas, me trazendo pra perto de si. "O que me dará?"

Acariciei sua orelha, analisando cada brinco que usava.

"O que quer, Taeyong?"

Seus dedos compridos acharam meus pulsos, me levando para baixo, fazendo me sentar em seu colo.

"Comece." Disse por fim, arrastando seu nariz por meu pescoço, tirando a câmera da minha mão.

Deslizei meus dedos pelo caminho do seu ombro, pintando o começo um pouco depois da curvatura do seu pescoço, sentindo sua respiração já pesada bater contra minha pele.

Suas mãos pousaram em minha cintura, esperando por qualquer movimento sequer, deixando sua cabeça deitar contra mim quando percebeu que não iria me mexer, soltando um grunhido desaprovador. "Não seja injusta comigo." Prendeu o ar no mesmo instante, sentindo nossa proximidade quando meu quadril esfregou-se devagar contra o seu.

Era bom, sim, era tudo muito bom.

Sua pele exposta, os desenhos pintados gentilmente em seu rosto, pescoço e clavícula. As folhas douradas fazendo o caminho até seu ombro brilhar. As cores do pôr do sol tonalizando sua figura. As marcas dos meus dedos coloridos manchando sua mandíbula. A sensação boa que estava sendo criada entre o contato íntimo por baixo das roupas.

Seu suspiro me acordou.

Quando percebi, havia parado de lhe pintar e estava quase abraçada ao homem que me apertava forte em meus quadris ritmizados.

Tirei seu rosto escondido do meu peito, vendo seus dentes apertarem seu lábio inferior, seus olhos grudados aos meus, seu lábio inferior se libertando de seus dentes e ficando vermelho automaticamente, fazendo um bico fraco pelo prensar de nossos quadris, quase me convencendo a lhe dar um beijo se não soubesse que havia feito por reação ao prazer.

Seus suspiros e arfares se tornavam cada vez mais altos e afoitos, e ele sabia que estava me alcançando com isso, era proposital, e eu nem poderia penalizá-lo por isso. "Meu bem já desistiu?..." Sorriu ladino, tombando a cabeça para o lado, mostrando o ombro que ainda estava limpo.

Grunhi, parando aos poucos, quase o tirando um gemido por isso. "Como quiser." Sussurrei, segurando seus cabelos pela nuca para manter sua cabeça no lugar, usando da outra mão para terminar os louros dourados, mesmo que nessa mão fosse um pouco mais difícil.

"Você não precisa parar..." Arfou.

"Eu não parei." Arfei de volta, continuando os movimentos pequenos e lentos.

Recebi selares em minha clavícula, subindo para minha mandíbula, uma de suas mãos saindo de meu quadril para tocar o pulso de minha mão em seu cabelo, me fazendo sentir a umidade fria de sua mão melar meu pulso, vendo-o azul.

Antes que comentasse qualquer coisa, Taeyong pegou minha mão, a levando até o recipiente de tinta dourada no chão, a melando de dourado, então a levando até seu peitoral, pintando de baixo de suas clavículas até o meio do peito com meus dedos de ouro.

Corei forte ao assistí-lo fazer isso, recebendo suas mãos molhadas em minhas bochechas, suas palmas me marcando em azul, puxando meu rosto até o seu, deslizando sua língua por meus lábios, procurando começar outro beijo enquanto roçava-se contra mim.

Fiquei em silêncio, sentindo seus dedos úmidos apertarem suavemente meu rosto afim de me fazer algum carinho, seu beijo afoito nos tornando um pouco mais eufóricos. Deixei de me mover, esperando ver até onde iria sozinho, cedendo à sua necessidade de proximidade e deixando somente um botão preso em sua blusa, deitando contra seu corpo até que estivesse com as costas no chão.

Nossas respirações se encontraram excessivamente até que o beijo cessasse, então apoiei as palmas no chão, puxando a pele do seu pescoço entre os lábios, ouvindo-o chiar com o chupão.

"Você estragou meu desenho..." Lamentei em seu ouvido, lhe dando mais um chupão abaixo da orelha.

"Nunca foi a intenção, meu bem..." Murmurou dengoso, parando de mover seu quadril por conta do meu. Pousei minhas mãos em sua barriga, subindo um pouco o pedaço de pano que ainda se conectava por um único botão, me afastando de seu pescoço para continuar os movimentos sentada.

Sua cabeça tombou para trás, seus cabelos dançando e mudando de direção enquanto sorria com o beiço preso entre os dentes, olhos fechados e sobrancelhas serenas.

Observei suas expressões em silêncio, subindo minha mão limpa do seu estômago até seu peito, chegando ao seu pescoço, encaixando meus dedos quentes em volta de sua garganta sem força. Taeyong entreabriu os olhos com as sobrancelhas franzidas, apertando-os com força em seguida, deixando escapar um gemidinho espontâneo quando os estímulos mais abaixo se tornaram mais rápidos e fortes.

Taeyong arfou surpreso, me procurando com um olhar quase lamentoso.

"Não me olhe desse jeito..." Pedi com pena, tirando minha mão do seu pescoço, tendo a mesma segurada imediatamente por ele, tentando permanecer ela no lugar.

"Não faça isso comigo..." Murmurou rouco, apoiando-se nos cotovelos, pedindo por um beijo que não neguei em lhe dar.

"Precisa me dar o que prometeu, meu amor." Comentei, me levantando de seu colo, dando poucos passos para trás para observá-lo melhor. "Fique assim, sim?" Peguei a câmera de volta, vendo-o constrangido. "Não está fazendo nada mais do que posar para mim...Sabe disso, não é?"

Taeyong afirmou com um aceno, parcialmente acanhado, parcialmente intimidador, seus olhos mudando de humor num estralar de dedos. Ele levantou o joelho, apoiando-se num braço, pousando a palma da mão entre as coxas, escondendo o volume em sua calça com o antebraço.

Me aproximei até o meio entre seus joelhos, afastando suas pernas umas das outras. "Tire seu braço daí." Taeyong arqueou uma sobrancelha, mas obedeceu, se apoiando nos cotovelos novamente, tombando a cabeça para o lado.

"Só se apresse com isso..." Disse provocante, suavizando sua expressão quando roçou o pé em meu tornozelo. "Temos mais o que fazer."

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ncityprincess · 5 months ago

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NCT 127 and their favorite type of sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Johnny: morning sex. he has the most energy in the morning and always wakes up horny for some reason 🤭 so you roll over and let him do his thing. it's a very good morning indeed.

Taeyong: this is self-explanatory but kinky sex 😭 man been talking about his desires since debut! he needs someone to match his freak.

Yuta: passionate sex. when you're both able to let go of your inhibitions and really get lost in the moment it drives him crazy. bonus points for dirty talk and loud moans

Doyoung: intimate sex. He likes positions where you can stare into each others eyes and be fully connected in the moment. He’s not mad at some candles, massage oils, etc too

Jaehyun: Hotel room/vacation sex. something about being in an unfamiliar environment gets him going. especially 5-star resorts with high-quality sheets and stunning views.

Jungwoo: Shower sex. it doesn't happen often, but he completely devours you when it does. The steam and the tiny enclosed space makes him feel feral

Mark: late-night sex. going at it in a parked car somewhere secluded at 2:00 am with a soft playlist in the background, or right at home in bed, followed by a few more hours of pillow talk

Haechan: risky sex 😭 somewhere semi-public or a situation where the stakes are high i.e people are in the other room or you have to be quick before someone comes back

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misswoozi · 7 months ago

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The Waterbending Master

There’s a waterbender named Taeyong who lives at the very edge of the village and Doyoung has been avoiding him like the plague. They met exactly once at the market a month earlier. Doyoung, new to the area and clueless about the local cuisine, embarrassed himself by asking the merchant a million questions and holding up the line.

People had started to get impatient, their annoyance exacerbated by the heat. Doyoung was already flustered, overwhelmed by his recent move and still feeling very much like a fish out of water – an apt simile for a non-bender who moved from a landlocked city in the Earth Kingdom to a small fishing village on the coast of a rocky sea.

Afraid of ingesting something new and triggering one of his allergies (Doyoung’s greatest fear, especially now that he’s so far from home), he may have gone overboard with his questions. The shopkeeper, a teenager, lost his patience and snapped at him, shouting, “Buy something or don’t! Let these people pay for their food!”

As Doyoung ducked out of the market, tail between his legs, cheeks crimson with humiliation, he noticed Taeyong at the back of the line.

At the time, of course, Doyoung didn’t know who he was. That day, Taeyong was just an absurdly handsome man holding a basket of fruits and waiting his turn in line like everyone else. Doyoung didn’t know he was an esteemed waterbending master, someone that lesser benders would have paid anything to lean from (if Taeyong was someone who saw students, that is. Doyoung would learn later that Taeyong is as introverted as he is brilliant. There’s no shortage of students willing to travel to the village and pay for Taeyong’s guidance but Taeyong simply isn’t interested in teaching.)

No, that day, Doyoung just saw a beautiful man with high cheekbones and silver hair, a slightly confused expression on his chiseled face when he ran out the door.

Since then, the legend of the reclusive waterbending master has grown exponentially. Doyoung hears a new story every time he goes into town: Taeyong once helped a neighboring village with their food shortage by plucking fish from the sea with his bending, Taeyong singlehandedly put out a massive blaze started by a group of firebender thugs, Taeyong once parted the ocean to save two kids who’d gotten trapped on a sandbar during high-tide. In every story, Taeyong is the hero. By everyone’s accounts, he’s one of the most powerful benders this side of the Earth Kingdom.

And that’s why Doyoung stands at the edge of a long, sandy path. He’s traveled hundreds of miles to study the local bending traditions. He’s been to the Northern Water Tribe to interview members of the royal family, to a remote village on the bank of a winding river to learn about the region’s fighting style, to a territorial swamp community to study the way they learned how to bend the water inside vines. He came here to learn from the fishermen but each time he's spoken to one of the locals, he’s been directed back to Taeyong.

“Talk to the master. He lives at the bottom of the hill. He knows more than we do. If you really want to learn something new, you should talk to Taeyong.”

Staring down at the cottage, Doyoung can’t seem to pick his feet up off the ground. This is the sixth day in a row he’s made it to the path, stood for a while, then given up and gone back home.

What is he supposed to do? Go knock on the door of a celebrated, respected waterbending master, one who turns away even the most promising of paying customers, and ask him stupid questions?

“Hi! We haven’t formally met but I’m Doyoung. The last time we saw each other, a sixteen-year-old boy screamed at me about plums. Can you tell me about the time you split the ocean with your bare hands? I can’t pay you but if it helps, I think you’re gorgeous.”

Doyoung takes a deep breath, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he tries to get himself psyched up enough to take another step towards the master’s house. The sun is beating down on his shoulders, nature’s way of trying to hurry him along.

You have to do it. If you want to finish your thesis, you have to talk to him.

Doyoung starts down the path, his social anxiety and fear of failure dueling for control of his brain. When he gets to the front door, he hesitates. He raises his fist but he can’t seem to remember how to knock.

Before he can, the door swings open. Taeyong stands on the front step, silver hair tied back, blue robe hanging loosely from his shoulders. He’s even prettier than Doyoung remembers. There’s a distinct emotion on his face but Doyoung has trouble placing it. Is he annoyed? Surprised? Offended? Sick of being summoned for help? Happy for the company?

“I was wondering when you’d finally make your way down here,” Taeyong says. There’s half a smile on his lips. When Doyoung doesn’t reply, Taeyong cocks his head to the side and says, “How many days have you been standing up there now? Five?”

Doyoung clears his throat, embarrassed but determined.

“Six actually.”

Taeyong laughs – a nice sound, Doyoung thinks. He steps aside and gestures inside the cottage. Looking past him, Doyoung sees simple, wooden furniture, ceremonial weapons from the Southern Water tribe and colorful paintings on the walls. Immediately, his mind is bursting with questions.

“Well then,” Taeyong says warmly, “I guess you better come in before you make it a full week.”

#daily AU #dotae #thank you anon for suggesting a ship!!!#this was fun as heck to write #doyoung #taeyong #everydayau

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