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snowball-doie · 19 days ago

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| pairing: Johnny x fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Vaginal fingering. Praising kink.

| wc: 2.1k

| aurora's note: so about that dream i had... @botchedbrat

When Johnny left the house, he looked very dapper. Of course he had someone at the apartment to do his hair and his make up, and there was a designer there to help him put on his suit which he would return the following morning; But regardless of the amount of people filling up your living room, Johnny made sure to grab you by the waist in front of everyone— While you were still in your pajamas— and he pressed a passionate kiss against your lips then he muttered, “I’ll see you later,” before he and everyone else left. He looked quite good. The outfit wasn’t anything too special since it was a run of the mill black suit and tie… But Johnny was growing his hair out again for you, just like he promised, since he knew how distraught you were when he cut it short for the Walk era. He looked young again, like when you first met and he still had time to sleep.

“I left my card on the kitchen counter for you,” he texted twenty minutes after leaving. You sighed. Of course he snuck out without his credit card, because he knew that if he offered to pay for dinner while he was still there, you would’ve denied him and argued with him until he was late for the award show he and Doyoung were attending. “Love you.”

You tsked after retrieving his card from the counter so that it wouldn’t get lost. Johnny would be furious if he came home and you still hadn’t ordered food for yourself, or even if you did order it but with your own money. He trapped you. Dickhead. He knew he looked good, so he let your lingering stares at his ass distract you from his sneaky plan. So you surrendered, plopping on the couch and scrolling through food delivery services on your phone ‘til you found your favorite chicken place which also had tteokbokki and mini sausage links drenched in gochujang. You made sure to order enough so that by the time Johnny was home, the leftovers would be in the fridge for him to snack on if he wanted— Actually, he didn’t have a choice, you were going to make him eat some of it so that you felt less guilty about spending his money. Diet or not diet, you were going to stuff a sausage link down his throat if you needed to.

While eating dinner, you watched the award show on the TV in the living room. Johnny and Doyoung had to go up to accept an award on behalf of all of NCT 127, and you couldn’t help but grin at Johnny’s clumsiness. For as attractive as he was and the amount of confidence he had while performing, he really didn’t know how to act on live TV sometimes, especially when tons of members were missing from his side. He wasn’t used to being alone up there. But Doyoung came to his rescue and picked up the slack where Johnny was too dazed to remember who to thank and in what order.

“Congratulations, nae sarang,” you texted shortly after the ceremony ended and the celebrities began making their way out of the venue. You put the leftover food away as planned. “Dinner’s in the fridge when you get home.”

Johnny replied to your first text with a heart emoji followed by a formal, “Thank you,” and he replied to your second text with a thumbs down emoji. Silly old man. He thought he had a say in it, cute.

In an attempt to stay up late to welcome Johnny home, you dipped into the tub for a bath while watching idol news about the awards, rewatching clips of Johnny and Doyoung walking the red carpet together, acting cute, teasing each other, giving into the fanservice a little bit. He really did look good. You were relieved too that he was feeling better recently, that he was able to catch up on rest in the night and had something to keep him busy all day while he was at the office practicing for their upcoming concert in January. Slowly but surely life was getting back to normal for Johnny.

“What’re you still doing up?” Johnny asked as he slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked his head in. He was still wearing his suit but had removed his jacket at some point between the end of the award show and finding you pruning in the bathtub.

“I was waiting for you.”

Johnny smiled. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him to trap the warmth inside so that you wouldn’t get cold. “How did I do?” He gestured to the TV where they were replaying the entire ceremony now.

“You fumbled a bit.”

“I’ll give you your well-earned fifty dollars later.” Both of you laughed as he sat on the edge of the tub.

You ran your wet hand over his dry hand that kept himself propped upright. “You look very handsome, nae sarang.”

“And you look very pretty, nae sarang.”

The way he said it was very teasing. It left little to the imagination about what he wanted because of the way he was staring at your body that was concealed under the soapy bubbles of your warm, comfortable bath that you were relaxing in. Even as if it wasn’t obvious at that point, Johnny really hit the idea home when he sat up straight then began undoing his cufflinks, setting them to the side on the countertop, then rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. When he leaned in to kiss you, one of his hands slid over the top of your bare knees that were sticking out of the water.

“You can’t get your suit dirty,” you muttered between kisses.

“I won’t.”

Slowly, his hand slid down your thigh, pushing your legs apart to make room for him to dip his hand under the water while his fingers drifted over your skin until he made contact with your clit. Both of you moaned in unison. He must’ve been surprised that you were wet, but what he failed to recognize was that you were lazily playing with yourself to the thought of him in that very suit just before he got home. Skillfully, Johnny pried your legs open further with just his one hand between your legs since the other reached to hold the back of your head in order to keep you pressed against his kisses. Neither you nor Johnny said anything as he circled your clit slowly. Having him touch you felt leagues better than whenever you would touch yourself, so you enjoyed it by relaxing further into the tub with a grin plastered to your face.

Johnny adjusted himself so that he could flip his wrist over in order to aim two of his long fingers at your entrance while his thumb continued to toy with your clit. “What did you get for dinner?”

“You’d know if you ate the leftovers I put in the fridge for you.”

“I’ll eat later.”

You bit his plump bottom lip. “Fried chicken.”

“From your favorite place?”

You nodded— However, a gasp left you unexpectedly as he finally started pushing his two fingers into you. Johnny chuckled when you grabbed his wrist. He wasn’t going anywhere… He had no intention of pulling away, leaving you high and dry, desperate for an orgasm. After all, you deserve only the best after he’d come home to the best gift in the world, something far better than an award that would go into the company’s trophy case. He had you, naked, purposefully waiting up for him all night just so he could find you like that.

His two fingers worked cohesively to thrust in and out of you for a few minutes. The way he hit certain sensitive parts, deeper parts than you could hit, all while his thumb continued to circle and flick your clit in unexpected ways in order to keep you on your toes, it had your head spinning; however, Johnny’s hold on the back of your neck made it so that you couldn’t escape him. Water sloshed in the tub as he quickened his pace.

“So fucking pretty,” he moaned, sticking his tongue into your mouth in order to fight for dominance in your kiss. You willingly gave it up to him. “So tight, too… How haven’t I stretched you out yet, hmmm? Do I need to fuck you more often. Is that it?”

You replied by kissing him harder and pulling his wrist closer to your body to indicate that you wanted him to go deeper and faster. The bathwater was up to his sleeve now, but he didn’t care that his clothes got wet and soapy— All of his focus remained on you and the way that you were slowly falling apart the closer you got to your orgasm.

“And what if… I said… yes?” you replied, holding back a series of moans so that you sounded a little less pathetic than you actually were.

“Then I can fuck you ‘til your legs stop working.”

Both of you grinned again. Johnny’s body twisted again, though he nearly slipped into the tub in the process because he was trying to find another better angle in order to get his fingers even deeper into you, despite the fact that his elbow was dipping in and out of the water. Johnny hovered his body over yours. It was similar to if he had been on top of you in bed or fully in the tub with you. Honestly, you wished he would have fallen in. Maybe then you could’ve gotten more than just his fingers— But his fingers still felt fucking good.

“John,” you croaked, thrashing slightly.

“Close, baby?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Johnny’s lips hovered teasingly over yours. “Ask nicely.”

You pouted at him, but that only made Johnny chuckle and lean in some more so that he could bite your bottom lip. Ask nicely. Fine. He was still keeping up with his pace, so it wasn’t like you could stall any longer because you were on the brink, and every wasted moment that you didn’t give into him was a second closer to you tipping over the edge without permission.

“Please let me cum for you,” you breathed into his mouth with a smile.

Johnny moaned and kissed you again. Your free hand surfaced from the water so that you could play with the end of Johnny’s hair on the back of his neck. You held each other as close as possible. His thumb pressed against your clit harder. His fingers curled directly into your sweet spots.

“Cum on my fingers,” he whispered sensually.

So you did. While squeezing his wrist desperately and bucking against his fingers as they continued to curl into your g-spot, Johnny held your neck steady to make sure you didn’t hit your head on the tub as you rode out your high. Johnny scissored his fingers open at the same time you squeezed around him… It felt like heaven. It took all the energy out of you within an instant. All of that pent up neediness that you had since he grabbed you by the waist to kiss you goodbye before the event finally seeped out of your body as Johnny’s fingers retreated slowly.

“You okay?”

Sitting up, you nodded.

“Good.” Johnny pulled his hand out of the water and let go of the back of your head so that he could unbutton his shirt. “At least it’s just water.” His sleeves were soaked, and parts of his chest were wet from the splash-ups that happened against the walls of the tub during the peak of your orgasm. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You sank back into the water with a pout. “You need to eat dinner.”

“I will, I promise.”

Johnny threw his dress shirt to the side then reached back into the water to unclog the tub. In the time that the water drained, Johnny wiped your pout away with his thumb and a giggle before he reached to help you stand so that he could dry you off with a towel, then he offered out a hand for you to take as you carefully stepped out of the tub so that you wouldn’t slip. The suit wasn’t just for show, Johnny really was a gentleman.

“You got it?” he checked with you as you held the towel up and started walking out of the bathroom.

“Yeah. Go eat, for my sake.”

“Anything for you.”

After a quick peck on your cheek, Johnny walked towards the kitchen, and you went in the opposite direction to get dressed in your pajamas again.

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kpopsexstories · 3 months ago

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QUICK FIX #19: NCT Haechan needs your naked body for push-up motivation

Member: NCT Haechan

Content: Sweet/cute, Missionary, Cumshot, Jerking off, Haechan doing push-ups on top of you

Type: MEDIUM

Word Count: 1,354

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

“Babe, come here,” Haechan calls from the bedroom. You come over to see him naked on the floor doing push-ups.

“What the hell babe?” you exclaim and laugh out loud. “What are you doing?”

“I've got that bet with Mark remember? I can't let him win.”

The sight of Haechan's body stretching out turns you on. The way his muscles tense and his ass cheeks clench while he works out. Holy shit that's hot!

“I need your help,” he says and stops mid air, arms straight below him. He looks at you with a huge grin on his face.

“What?” you ask suspiciously.

“Motivate me. Get under me.”

You think for a second, but it's an idea you won't turn down. You're already incredibly horny.

“We'll just end up making out. I don't think that will help you beat Mark.”

“Sure it will. I mean, no we won't. I'm already doing 50 a day, but I need to do a hundred. Come on, lie down for me.”

“Alright,” you say and start taking off your clothes. Haechan looks at you with a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I thought you needed motivation.”

“Well, like that we'll end up doing a lot more than making out…”

“Probably. Now scoot over.”

Haechan quickly relaxes and rolls on his back. You spot his hard dick.

“Babe, you're stiff already…”

His eyes widen. “Yeah, of course. Just look at you!”

Naked and feeling naughty, you smirk lovingly at your boyfriend as you lay down on your back in the middle of the floor. Haechan sits up beside you and look at you with amazement.

“So fucking sexy,” he says.

“Shut up. Get over here and let's get to work. We can't let Mark win.”

Haechan returns to his previous position, this time with you directly under him. He positions himself between your legs and stretches his arms. You lock eyes and smile at each other.

“A hundred you said?” you ask.

“I've already done fifty though!”

“Doesn't count. I'll count for you, starting now.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, then slowly bends his arms to lower his body onto yours. When you're within reach, he gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

“One,” you say when his arms stretch and he pushes himself back up.

“Two.”

You smile wide at the adorable face above you.

“Three.”

His smile disappears as he focuses on working his muscles.

“Four.”

His lips feel soft and plump, so kissable.

“Five.”

You glance down, to see his stiff dick dangling between his legs.

“Six.”

It brushes against your folds with each deep push-up.

“Seven.”

Haechan's face is getting red, and his arms are shaky.

“Eight.”

He closes his eyes, visibly struggling to keep going.

“Nine.”

He stops, hovers above you and grimace. “Babe,” he says. “That's fifty-nine, okay? I told you I needed motivation.”

“Still nine,” you say and grin.

Haechan glares at you and giggles.

“Ten.”

You fix your position slightly, and enjoy the sensation of his rock hard cock rubbing against your skin.

“Eleven.”

You almost moan the number.

“Tweleve.”

Ahh, fuck this is hot!

“Thirteen.”

Haechan lets out a grunting noise.

“Fourteen.”

You suddenly reach down between your bodies.

“Fifteen.”

Haechan moans through clutched teeth when you grab his boner.

“Sixteen.”

By now, he isn't even kissing you anymore.

“Seventeen.”

You pull the dick head back as it tries to move away from you.

“Eighteen.”

The head pokes at your folds.

“Nineteen.”

It slides inside you, only to be pulled out when Haechan straightens his arms.

“Twe…”

“Ahh, fuck babe! Stop teasing me.”

“Twenty. Come on, don't slack! All the way down.”

Haechan groans, a mixture of exhaustion and sexual pleasure.

“Twenty-one.”

Your fingers wrap tighter around the shaft, and you smile sensually at the man seductively.

“Twenty-two.”

You play with your boobs, teasing your boyfriend as his cock penetrates you repeatedly.

“Twenty-three.”

“Babe, I'm done! I can't keep going.”

“Nu-uh! I'm far from satisfied. You better not stop until I am. Twenty-four.”

Inspired by your words, Haechan manages to squeeze out a few final, deep push-ups.

“Twenty…five…” you moan as his dick slides half way inside you.

“Twenty…SIX!” The cock pleasures your pussy.

“Twenty…SEVEN!” You moan loudly and squirm, causing Haechan to smirk.

“Twenty…EIGHT!” The pulsing shaft feels sooo in your hand and inside you.

“TWENTY-NINE!”

Ahh, oh my god he's sexy!

“One more babe… Please, give it to me…”

The cock slides inside you one last time, deeper this time.

“Yes! Ahh, fuck! Thirty!”

This time, it never pulls back out. Haechan is spent. He tries to stretch his arms but can't.

“Thirty!” he echoes as his collapses on top of you. “Holy fuck babe, that really edged me on.”

You laugh and wrap your arms around him. He pants from exhaustion, though not the sexual kind. He's worked himself hard and deserves a reward.

“Hey,” you say and push on his shoulder. “You've still got twenty to go.”

“Babe, I can't…” Haechan's breaths are heavy and strained.

“Come on, twenty more thrusts.”

Haechan, still balls deep inside you, starts rocking his hips slowly.

“Thirty-one,” you say as a joke.

You can sense Haechan smiling as he buries his head in your neck.

“Thirty-two.”

He raises his ass a little higher and pushes down a little deeper.

“Thirty-three.”

You feel his lips stretch against your skin. “Babe, I don't think this counts.”

“Thirty-four.”

His slack and spent arms suddenly tighten against your sides.

“Thirty-five.”

You shut your eyes and let your hands glide down his spine.

“Thirty-six.”

Haechan picks up the pace, suddenly having found new energy.

“Thirty-seven.”

He gasps and you let out a moan.

“Thirty-eight.”

You wrap your legs tight around his thighs.

“Thirty-nine.”

His weight on you feels heavier, and his throbbing cock hits just the right spot.

“Fourty!”

Your words get louder as the sexual sensation radiates through your body.

“Fourty-one!”

The speed increases further, Haechan still panting heavily by your ear. His cock stretches your lips.

“Fourty-two!”

He gasps for air and takes a firm grip around your shoulder.

“Fourty-three!”

His cute ass is hard a rock when you squeeze it.

“Fourty-four!”

Haechan begins to moan and grimace, his skin feeling hot and flustered.

“FOURT-FIVE!”

He fucks you fast and passionately, yet soft and lazily as his body struggles to keep up.

“FOURTY-SIX!”

You stop counting out loud, as your orgasm culminates.

FOURTY-SEVEN!

Haechan too is so close now, about to explode inside you.

FOURTY-EIGHT!

Suddenly, it's like he's regained all his strength as he plants his palms on the floor beside you.

FOURTY-NINE!

His body shoots up as he stretches his arms, and the cock slides half way out of you.

“FIFTY!” you scream as you climax, and Haechan does one last, powerful push-up on top of you.

“Ahh, FIFTY!” he echoes, grunting as he rapidly pulls out of you.

He grabs his cock and sits on his knees between your legs, and grimace excessively when he strokes himself fast.

“Ahh,” he groans. “Ahh, ahh, fucking hot babe!”

He erupts in a powerful explosion.

“Babe, you did it!” you say merrily, when Haechan's cum shoots out onto your stomach.

Haechan's whole body is pink and plush. His chest and stomach moves rapidly in and out as he breathes. His dick is worn-out but satisfied, and he stops clutching his teeth and opens his mouth as he empties himself with his hand.

Your have a hand on your stomach and the other on Haechan's strong thigh. Cum drips onto your forearm, and as you come down from your orgasm you stare wide-eyed at the adorable, sexy man towering above you.

“Holy shit!” Haechan exclaims.

“Fuck babe, you're so good.”

Haechan grins, eyes closed and his chest still pumping.

“So are you.”

You spread the sperm around on your skin. “Motivation enough for you?” you ask and smile wide.

Haechan starts to calm down. “Yeah. I don't think it counts though.”

“No, probably not. But hey… You're better than Mark.”

Haechan giggles, and finally let's go of his cock. “What do you know?” he asks.

“He only made it to fourty-nine.”

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midmourn · 1 year ago

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good 4 u

title good 4 u

pairing lee donghyuck x gender neutral!reader

characters lee donghyuck, mark lee [nct] yoo jimin/karina, uchinaga aeri/giselle [aespa], kim seungmin [stray kids], jeon heejin [artms, ex-loona],

summary it’s all thanks to you that haechan is doing so great.

warnings angst

word count 1640

a/n last fic to the sour series!! next is guts series ;) if you have a song in mind for a dream member, lmk!!

“Egoistical.”

“Jerk.”

“Fuckboy.”

“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?” Seungmin hummed as he took a bite of his sandwich. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him and turning back to Giselle and Karina.

“Ignore him,” Giselle scoffed, side-eyeing him before saying, “OK. Continue. What else?”

Karina snapped her fingers, getting an idea, “Name his icks!”

“Oh, God,” you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “How he’s a fucking gamer. He would be on that game twenty-four-seven!”

“Immediate red flag,” Karina said, patting your shoulder as you groaned, slumping over the table. “Are you sure you're not colorblind, Y/N?”

“More like just dumb,” Seungmin pushed your bowl of salad closer to you, bumping it into your head. “Eat.”

“I don’t think I can,” you huffed, “I see him next period. I’m afraid I’ll throw up.”

“Ooh, throw up on him!” Giselle said excitedly with Karina nodding in agreement.

You threw a look at her, “I will not! No matter how funny it would be, I’d be so embarrassed.” Seungmin stiffened next to you, making you glance his way and see that he was glaring at something in the distance. You follow his gaze and feel your mouth dry, blinking as you stare at the scene in front of you.

Here was your ex-boyfriend, only being broken up for two weeks, throwing his arm over some girl you vaguely recognized from your English literature class. Heejin, you thought her name was. He looked good, way too good for someone just broke up with someone who they supposedly wanted to give the world to.

You thought for a split second, that maybe, just maybe, they were just friends. And then his head turned to plant a kiss right on her lips and every hope you had left shattered.

“Two-timer,” Karina added bitterly to your conversation from earlier. You swallowed roughly, tearing your eyes away from the scene. You briefly registered the feeling of Seungmin’s hand resting on your knee, squeezing once in comfort. You don’t know if your eyes teared up from the sight of Haechan and Heejin, or from the once-in-a-lifetime kindness from Seungmin.

“There’s no way he wasn’t,” Giselle gaped at the sight. “In a couple of weeks? Cheater.”

“Fuckboy,” Seungmin repeated, stressing the word. He stood up, shoving the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth and pulled you up with him. “C’mon, we’re skipping class. He better hope we don’t see each other off campus.”

Your head perked up slightly at the sound of a familiar voice, watching Haechan and Mark Lee walk around the corner, neither noticing you in your corner of the library. You were surrounded by your textbooks, studying for your upcoming test in literature.

“—But yeah, this therapist I’ve been seeing, I can totally hook you up with her,” Haechan was saying, patting Mark on the shoulder as they went to a bookshelf. “She’s great, helping me work on myself to be better. For Heejin.”

You were the one who got him in touch with the therapist. Your fists clenched.

“Cool. Wait, dude, what? I thought you couldn’t refer me,” Mark said in confusion, scanning through the titles of the books.

“No, Mark!” Haechan shook his head, adding an unnecessary whine to his voice, “I think that only applies when you’re the therapist, can’t have any patients with, like, personal ties.”

“Oh,” Mark dragged out the second letter, nodding his head and coming to a stop on a book. “Hey, found it. Let’s go check it out.”

“Ms. Jang loves you more than she loves me, you do it—”

“Because I don’t defile her sacred place with all your sins—”

“Sins! What else is the library meant for? Studying?”

“Definitely not making out and going to third base—”

Their loud voices faded away the further they got. Your pencil lead broke, making you blink in surprise and turn to it, seeing you had been gripping the pencil so hard onto your paper that it made a harsh mark on it and broke. You unclench your jaw and look back down at your paper as a drop of liquid hits it, staining it.

The feeling of wetness on your cheeks made you inhale and exhale unevenly, trying to calm your breathing. You blinked away an onset of tears, thinking back to last night when Seungmin finally left your dorm. As soon as you reassured him that you were OK, he reluctantly left and when you were sure he was gone, you burst into tears.

Instead of bothering your roommate with your crying, you hid in the bathroom for almost the entire night. Being pathetic, looking at your gallery full of Haechan and crying.

You swiftly wiped under your eyes as Giselle and Karina entered the back of the library, beelining to your corner. They didn’t need to know.

“Woah,” a classmate from Linguistics gaped as Haechan pulled into his parking spot, in his shiny, bright, new Tesla. “A Tesla! That shit’s crazy.” He turned to his friends to either talk shit about Haechan or praise him. You hoped it was the former.

“Where the hell did he get money for that?” You spat under your breath to Seungmin, who crossed his arms and shook his head in reply.

“I heard he got accepted at that internship,” Giselle crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the boy as he stepped out of the car. “That one he’s—”

The one that you helped him study for?

“He got money from that?” You scoffed, glaring even harder as Heejin stepped out of the passenger side. The two joined hands, walking off without even a glance your way. You were seething by now. You wanted to strangle him so bad. “No way. He’s gotta be, like, in the mafia.”

“He’d die in seconds because of that mouth of his,” Seungmin snickered.

“I hate him,” you huffed, storming off into the opposite direction. Your friends followed dutifully as you rambled on about your ex-boyfriend. “He doesn’t even look my way! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship for a whole fucking year! And I’m the reason he’s doing so better; that internship? I helped him with it! What the fuck?”

Haechan discarded you like he was bored of you, even after an entire year of dating. That was partly the reason why it hurt so much; did you really mean nothing to him?

His sweet words, touches that seemed to burn you everywhere. He left a mark on you like no other. You didn’t know if it would ever fade away.

You were back in your spot in the corner of the library, far away from the librarian, Ms. Jang. Your books were closed, put away. You just needed some space to think, and then it turned into a silent crying session after getting too far into your memories with Haechan. You were just lucky that no one had come to the back yet.

It was only a moment later that giggling filled your ears and you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they were going to fall out. Of course, you had to jinx yourself. There was no way you were staying to witness a happy couple make out in what they thought was an empty corner. Groaning under your breath, you go to collect your textbooks and folders, only to stop midway once you recognize one of the giggles.

Despite not wanting to, you slowly looked up to confirm your thoughts. Right in front of you was Haechan and Heejin, the boy peppering kisses all over her face with a lovestruck grin on his face.

There was a loud crack, but it seemed like you were the only one to hear it. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, chest tightening as it got harder to breathe and see. Tears clouded your vision, but you could hear Haechan’s next words loud and clear.

“I swear, you’re like the only one that gets me,” he whispered seriously. He said that same fucking sentence to you.

Your eye twitched. That was the last straw. You stood up, chair screeching as it slid back against the marble floor and shoved your books in your bag clumsily. You could barely see, but you knew that they were looking at you.

You wiped under your eyes harshly, blinking back the tears as you sniffled. God, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were crying. That would be so embarrassing.

“Y/N,” Haechan said your name softly, almost in an apologetic way but you knew he wasn’t truly sorry. Instead of acknowledging him, you shoulder your bag and swiftly turn to walk past the couple quickly. Your hopes die as he grabbed your arm as you went to walk by him.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I—I didn’t know you were here or—”

You turned to him so swiftly it startled him, glaring straight at him and ignoring Heejin, “Oh, yes you did. You know that this is usually my spot. You came here on purpose to try and make me jealous. It’s pathetic, really. Having a new relationship yet here you are, basically chasing after your ex, trying to get my attention.” You turn to Heejin, who looks at you wide-eyed, and a bit of hurt at your words, “I truly do feel sorry for you, Heejin. He isn’t the boy,” you spat the word out, “—you think he is. He’s a liar, and I bet you he was talking to you when he was still dating me.” Your head turned to him slightly, “People don’t change. Especially people like him.”

“But, you know what,” you chuckled breathily, “Congratulations, Haechan. You seem to be getting everything you want. Good for you. But you should really be thanking me, because I’m the fucking reason you’re doing so well. Fuck you.”

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softsan · 1 year ago

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NCT WEREWOLF AU (AESTHETIC)

A remake of this: X

Taeyong

alpha

seven hundred and one years old

suspicious and dubious of humans

puts his pack above all

can be rash and unforgiving

encounters his mate on a non-routine hunt

mate: councilman's daughter

Taeil

elder

eight hundred and fifty-six years old

oldest member of the pack

works as an adviser to the alpha and the betas

breaks up and resolves pack conflicts

stumbles onto his mate who's wearing a disguise

mate: physician

Johnny

hunter

four hundred and eighty-nine years old

has the best sense of smell in the pack

the pack's number-one tracker.

exceptional at mauling his enemies.

left heartbroken by his mate's rejection

mate: rival pack member

Yuta

hunter

four hundred and sixty-seven years old

incredibly quick and stealthy

is labeled the 'ambusher' for his cut-throat hunting tactics

despises the prospect of a mate

believes fate is cruel and callous

mate: city guardian

Kun

beta

six hundred and eighteen years old

second in command

rules in taeyong's absence

known to be morally strict and stern

goes against his beliefs by stealing his mate away

mate: stolen bride

Doyoung

delta

five hundred and thirty-two years old

is the support unit of the pack

on standby to fulfill the duties of ill or injured packmates

finds himself in a hopeless situation

accidentally marks his mate in a poisoned haze

mate: north's princess

Ten

head scout

five hundred and sixteen years old

has an unparalleled control of his inner wolf

works as the pack's eyes and ears in the city

warns the pack of dangers outside their territory

overcomes his heartbreak by meeting a nifty pickpocket

mate: thief

Jaehyun

delta

four hundred and forty-nine years old

strongest member of the pack

formidable opponent in battle

responsible for guarding the pack's territory

comes across his mate in the scorching sands

mate: she-wolf

Winwin

sentinel

four hundred and three years old

routinely patrols the pack's territory

greats new visitors and learns their intentions

will harshly punish aggressive and disrespectful intruders

accidentally kidnaps his mate instead of his actual target

mate: royal governess

Jungwoo

scout

three hundred and twenty-one years old

has great command of his inner wolf

can avoid shifting on a full moon

gathers and shares information for the pack

blown away by his sweet mate

mate: royal maidservant

Mark

delta

three hundred and twelve years old

known to be sunny but stubborn

incredibly fast learner

teaches hunting skills to younger pack members

saved by his mysterious and magical mate

mate: thread coven witch

Renjun

salutary

two hundred and sixty-three years old

is the pack's herbalist

makes tonics and concoctions for his fellow wolves

plagued by dreams of the past

gives the cold shoulder to his mate

mate: old soul

Jeno

hunter

two hundred forty-eight years old

a distinguished pack fighter

often organizes hunts

is the first to volunteer to go on nightly patrols

captured by his formidable mate

mate: general's daughter

Haechan

omega

two hundred and twenty-four years old

rash and impulsive

has poor control over his inner wolf

frustrated by his low status within the pack

taken in by his beloved mate

mate: baker

Jaemin

hunter

two hundred and twenty-two years old

very talented tracker

is the most versed with their territory's terrain

lovestruck by the idea of love and fate

has his memory wiped by his elusive mate

mate: siren

Xiaojun

scout

one hundred and eleven years old

has mastered controlling his inner beast

recently elevated to the position of scout

is eager to prove himself within the pack

rescues his mate from the cruelty of humans

mate: seer

Hendery

hunter

eighty-three years old

loves running under the moon's light

known for his great speed and stealth

recently elevated to the position of hunter

taken down by his fearless mate

mate: assassin

YangYang

omega

twenty-three years old

only recently had his first transformation

is the pack's forager

searches for plants and provisions to help feed the pack

is reunited with his childhood friend and mate

mate: greenskeeper

Chenle

pup

twenty-two years old

is eager for his first transformation

spent his early years on the run with his aunt

thankful to be accepted into a pack

ambushed by his wicked mate

mate: star coven witch

Jisung

pup

twenty-one years old

is nervous about his first transformation

last to join the pack

spent years hiding underground from humans

shyly taken by his doting mate

mate: seamstress

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rereisstuff · 2 years ago

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could you write something with haechan upset because you called him by other nct dream member name plss i can imagine him being soooo dramatic 🥴 (n im sorry for my english 😭

BITTERSWEET !

summary: i just love you both, with my entire heart and i just want you both to simply shut up.

pairing: idol!reader x idol!haechan.

warning?: OH FUCK YEAH MY SECOND REQUEST LADS AND GENTS I HOPE IT WAS WHAT YOU EXPECTED AND DON’T WORRY MY ENGLISH IS BAD TOO CAUSE I’M NOT A NATIVE SPEAKER SO YEAH DON’T WORRY💋💋

Jeno brought a full package of water bottles to your MC countdown waiting room under order of their manager.

as now you were chatting with your band, there was this girl of your band almost crying for Jeno’s existence (just like me fr) making all the staff and members laugh.

“…and you saw his arms when he put the package on the table to start to give each one of us a bottle? oh god he is so gentleman like and so strong and so handsome” your bandmate keep gossiping literally you’ve heard Jeno’s name twenty times in least than a minute (again, just like me).

the door was knocked again and your bandmate squeaked happily “i hope it’s something heavier” she whispered as she walked to the door while fixing her hair.

from your place you couldn’t see the door so as your bandmate thanked to allegedly Jeno you thought of thanking him as well “thanks Jeno-yah!” you yelled.

“and why would that man bring you flowers?!” Haechan almost tackled your bandmate to grab again the flowers he just gave her to deliver to you.

soon you had Haechan slightly pushing your make up artist with his elbow, with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“hyuckie” you smiled lifting your head to pucker up your lips, expecting a smooch but he was just standing there, with a hand in his hip while looking at you expectantly.

“and i asked why would that man would be bringing you flowers” he kept asking.

“we were talking about him so the name got caught in my mind, also he came earlier so i thought it was him”

he sat on your lap, leaving the flowers aside “you’re thinking about other men while yours is here?” he fake cried while leaning on your shoulders.

you laughed while hugging his waist making him smile “i’m not thinking about him!”.

“anyways, he isn’t as cute as me” you smiled in love at his aegyo while your members did gagging sounds expressing their disgust.

“you are a scary child” you patted his back, telling him indirectly to go down your lap so he did in between complaints.

“you wouldn’t say that about Jeno right?” he fake sobbed as he hugged your legs with both legs and arms, sitting on the floor next to your chair.

you couldn’t help to laugh about how dramatic he was being “what do i have to do for my baby to stop being annoying?” you said as you caressed his hair as he had his cheek splattered on your knee.

“you haven’t thanked me as you were thanking that man” he said with fake anger, everyone was cringing so bad but you couldn’t let your boyfriend down.

“thank you for being born and placed in my life Lee Donghyuck (me when haechan)” you sarcastically said and as soon as you did he got up.

Haechan put the flowers in your lap and after a long kiss that surprised you, he made his way to the door.

“i love you cute pie!” he yelled while blowing kisses to you making you smile widely.

“i love you too babycakes!”

“ew girl!” you heard Mark near.

#idol au #kpop idol #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct x reader #haechan

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softkiseu · 1 year ago

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🚂 💨 another fun event is here.

we all know sanrio is for all ages and who would not fall in love with this adorable characters? why not combine it with k idols.

" sanrio x kpop " as a concept for our soft adorable event. we all know that group nct have a collab with sanrio co. yet i want to make the options more bigger and wider. so I decided to open this for any gg or bg member that will match the themed.

how to join?

first reblog the event and tag at least two of your friends.

send a animal emoji here @damidarari in ask and i will reply for a sanrio character that will be your theme. i will choose through a picker wheel to be fair and square for everyone. if ever you having a hard time with the character the wheel have choosen. we can run the wheel for the second time. yet its only the second and last chance you can change a chara. (because honestly it's that challenge of this event.)

the characters in the wheel!

hello kitty, cinnamoroll, pompompurin, my melody, kuromi, badtz maru, little twin star, gudetama, keroppi, pochacco, chococat, usahana, my sweet piano.

a repeat of characters will be given once the first run finish. (it depends how many people will join)

make a moodboard with the sanrio x that artist you'll think that will suits in.

need to remember:

🧁 pick a muse that will suits the character

🧁 pattern and match the color as possible

🧁 the character should be visible in the mb (at least one pic)

🧁 tag me in the post or in the comment sec

🧁 include the tags #sanrio x kpop

#navi's event #soft time! #(the character in your mb x idol name)

🧁 the deadline of sending entry will be august 11. we will have twenty days since this event posted.

sample mb :

↷ ° ₊ · ˈ ∗ ♡

♡ ° ₊ · ˈ ∗ ↶

#sanrio x kpop #navi's event #soft time! #pompompurin x chaein

how many winners? there will be five.

date of winner announcement? after august 11.

list of rewards? one customize mb, one set of gif, a shout out and a 50 reblog for all the five winners. (the muse in the mb and gif is your choice)

pls reblog or tag your friends because the more the merrier and happier. this is only for fun. hope you can join because I'm so excited to see everyone talent and amazing mbs.

#sanrio x kpop #navi's event #soft time!#series 3!#sanrio moodboard #already fixed and make damidarari ask visible

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fcble · 5 months ago

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PIANO CONCERTO IN A♭ MINOR, PART I: ALLEGRO

“Grumbler, heart squeezed until it suffocates; wailing lament, difficult struggle; in a word, the color of this key is everything struggling with difficulty.” — Ideen zu einer Aesthetik der Tonkunst, Christian Schubart

In which Andrew experiences a reunion. FEATURING: Andrew Han, Oh Kiyoung, Jeon Daewoong WORD COUNT: 2.3k SETTING: June 2024 NOTES: The first third of Andrew's Great Existential Crisis of 2024. Part II will be in July fingers crossed 🤞.

Leading Fable is much more difficult than Andrew thought it would be. He was under the impression that the difficulty came more from the group members themselves than any responsibilities of the position. The difficulty, in fact, comes in two places. The first place is Mingeun. Getting him to do anything saps most of Andrew's strength. That was never a problem when Jaeseop was around, because he asked a question, Mingeun answered. The second place is the combination of Taein and Daewoong. Andrew arrives early to every practice and leaves late. He's forced to sit in the passenger seat of the van. He tries to escape to his studio and discovers it's been temporarily gifted to Hwang Jaesun’s producer. Haksu loses the spare key to their practice room and Andrew is blamed for it. Byeonghwi finds it three days later in their apartment and Andrew is again blamed for not looking close enough. He loses in every possible situation.

Andrew sorely misses Jaeseop's bloodline immunity, and his past blissful ignorance of the job's responsibilities. Daewoong, who's nearly insufferable on a good day, turns downright spiteful. It must have been only Jaeseop's connection to Taein and Daewoong’s loyalty to Taein that kept him in check. The time that Andrew insinuated he was nothing more than their CEO’s dog didn't help matters in the least.

He knows why Daewoong behaves like this, and yet he can't dredge up an ounce of sympathy. Taein was the one who scouted him, promised him a lifetime of fame and fortune if he worked hard. Daewoong was supposed to be in EXO. Then he was supposed to be in NCT. Then he got into a fist fight with another trainee and broke the other guy's nose. It was Kiyoung who pried this out of him, before Fable's debut, at a less than reputable club in a seedy part of Gangnam. Andrew remembers Kiyoung coming back that night reeking of booze and cigarette smoke. He also remembers Kiyoung taking at least three showers and using all the hot water.

Now Andrew is the idol, and Daewoong is in the driver's seat, clutching the steering wheel in a ten and two iron grip. They're on their way to Kiyoung’s home in Incheon to pick him up, following his military service discharge from last week. Daewoong has taken the opportunity a drive outside of Seoul offers to grill Andrew on every minute activity of the past twenty-four hours.

“I don't know where Byeonghwi went last night,” he says again. Andrew has taken to staying in Eunsu's old room, because it's the younger members who make the most trouble. It has yet to help in situations like this. He doesn't know how Daewoong knows Byeonghwi disappeared shortly before midnight and reappeared in the morning, his bed left cold and empty and clearly never slept in.

“He’s old enough to make his own decisions,” Andrew says.

From the look on Daewoong’s face, it’s clear he doesn’t think the same way.

“What about Mingeun? How is he doing?”

Daewoong asked him that same question yesterday. Andrew pretends he didn’t. “He’s upset about the subunit,” he says, which is the same response he gave yesterday. He feels like a broken record.

“He was upset about the subunit yesterday.”

“He won't change his mind in a day,” is Andrew's response.

“This is all very surface level, Andrew,” Daewoong says. “Any casual observer could see that.”

“You expect me to interrogate him. I’m the last person he’d spill his guts to.” According to Kakao Maps on the dashboard in front of them, they’re still twelve minutes away from their destination. Another twelve unbearable minutes in Daewoong’s unbearable company.

“Then you’ll have to try harder.”

Andrew doubts Jaeseop has conversations like this. Or he’s feeding all their secrets to Daewoong and Taein, and Andrew’s never really known him. He finds that hard to believe.

“What about your work with Byungho-ssi? How is that progressing?” Daewoong asks, changing the subject.

Andrew knows Byungho better as Atlas, the youngest member of Taein’s new idol group. He’s a serious and somber kid who seems to shoulder the weight of the world. Andrew finds that ironic. He also seems to be the one the rest of the group is built around, and for that, Andrew already pities him. That, and their conversations make him feel like he’s looking into a mirror. Apart from their obvious similarities in nationality and names, Atlas has that same reckless confidence Andrew himself had when he was the same age.

“It’s going well,” he says, watching the buildings blur by them. He takes another look at the map. Seven minutes.

Daewoong doesn’t respond. Andrew knows him well enough by now to know he’s expecting more.

“Atlas is proficient,” he continues. “He's quick to learn and disciplined.”

He discards a handful of other adjectives—passionate, enthusiastic, earnest. None of that matters. What matters is that he can do the work now, and then seven years down the line as well.

“Good,” Daewoong says. “And your song?”

This is the part that Andrew was dreading. At first, he was only listening to their music, giving pointers to Atlas and Taein, sitting in their studio while Atlas worked so he could be filmed as the supportive senior in their pre-debut YouTube show. His responsibilities have steadily increased, and now Andrew is writing one of their debut songs. Intak is writing the other. As far as he knows, Intak is done. They haven't discussed it at all.

“It's also going well,” Andrew answers after an extended silence. It isn't. He can’t produce anything that doesn’t sound like a Fable song, because he’s now so intertwined with their sound. He doesn’t Taein’s new group to sound like Fable. He wants them to create their own sound, their own identity.

“There’s nothing wrong with Atlas’s music,” he says. “He’s capable of writing his own debut song. Intak wrote ours.”

And I didn’t, he adds silently to himself. Part of that is his own fault—it just took years to realize it.

“Taein-nim decided it would be better for you to do it,” Daewoong says. “More publicity.”

Now he has a purpose, a worth, some gravity, all because he was finally able to help shape Fable’s sound and concept in recent years, and achieve mild commercial success. Before that, Andrew had to fight and wheedle and bargain to have any of his music heard. Now he’s being forced to do the same for other people. His music doesn’t work like that. It’s art, first and foremost. He wants it to be heard, but he doesn’t want it to be forced, like water from a stone. It’s the fundamental difference between himself and Intak—or at least the difference in their perspectives. Taein says to jump. Intak asks how high. Taein says to write a title track for a new idol group. Intak asks what genre.

“He thinks that’s a good idea?” Andrew finally asks out loud. “Remember Jaesun-ssi’s album?”

He had been coerced into contributing a track to Jaesun’s debut as well. That contribution had ended up being a rejected Fable song. It was jarringly obvious in comparison to everything else provided by Jaesun’s producer.

“You don't need to worry about that,” Daewoong says, part reassuring and part condescending, but mostly condescending.

Andrew reads between the lines. He's not supposed to worry about that, because he's too low on the ladder. He isn't supposed to concern himself with business decisions. He's supposed to take orders and write music, no questions asked.

The urban landscape gradually shifts to a more residential one. Andrew watches their destination inch closer and closer. They finally pull into the parking lot of a collection of nearly identical highrise apartment buildings. Daewoong parks in a guest stall and slams the car’s gearshift into park with more force than necessary.

He leaves the car idling, and less than a minute later, Kiyoung is there, right outside the window, rolling a suitcase behind him. His hair is still short, though it’s slightly longer than the regulation buzzcut he sported the last time they met on one of his days off. Andrew waves through the glass.

Daewoong starts peeling away as soon as Kiyoung and his belongings are in the backseat.

“It’s good to see you again too,” Kiyoung says dryly.

Andrew types their address into Daewoong’s phone and watches it route them back to Seoul, suppressing a sigh. Another hour drive with Daewoong and the promise of traffic the nearer they get.

“So what did I miss that wasn’t in the group chat?” Kiyoung asks once they’re on the road.

Andrew rushes to beat Daewoong to the punch, despite not having much to share. Kiyoung has seen almost everything in the group chat, and there are some things he doesn’t want to talk about in front of their manager.

“Haksu went home,” Andrew says. “His father is in the hospital.” It’s not good news, but it’s news.

“Fuck,” Kiyoung swears from the backseat.

Daewoong changes the topic before Andrew can say anything else. “You’ll be taking Mingeun’s place in the subunit later in the year.”

“The subunit,” Kiyoung repeats flatly. “What subunit? And why can’t Mingeun and I both be part of it?”

“He lost his chance. I hope you remember how to dance.”

“I covered ‘Hype Boy’ more than anyone else did.”

That’s true. The opportunity hasn’t really come up, and for that, Andrew is grateful. He checks the map. Forty-seven more minutes.

“Our tour went well,” Andrew says, “although no one performed ‘Hype Boy.’”

“So it could have gone better,” Kiyoung responds, and Andrew can practically hear his grin.

He shrugs, forgetting Kiyoung can’t see him. “It could have.”

Like always, Daewoong interrupts to ruin everything. “Enough. Kiyoung-ssi, no concessions will be granted for your absence. Andrew and Mingeun will catch you up starting tomorrow, and you’ll be expected at the group practice later in the day.”

That’s news to Andrew as well, though he can’t say he’s surprised by it. He suspects Kiyoung is one of Daewoong’s most-hated Fable members, although almost all of them are Daewoong’s most-hated Fable members. The only ones who seem to lack that distinction are Intak, Jaeseop, and Byeonghwi. Kiyoung, on the other hand, is a special case. He’s a year older than Daewoong, and Fable was his second chance to be an idol. Their positions could so easily be switched, and that makes him double the target.

In any case, Kiyoung is notoriously difficult to bait. He’s too calm and easygoing. Andrew wonders if he’d be interested in being Fable’s temporary leader. He’s much better at holding conversations with Daewoong than Andrew is.

“Of course,” Kiyoung answers evenly, and Andrew really has to admire his disposition.

He spends the rest of the ride filling Kiyoung in with the barest bones of the events they didn’t talk about in the group chat. Surface level, as Daewoong would say. He doesn’t care. He talks about all the music they released—all the music he wrote—and Mingeun's Shooting Stars stint and how Intak's mixtape is going until his throat hurts.

By then, their drive has slowed to a crawl. Andrew thinks it would be faster to get out and walk. He doesn't say that out loud. The last ten minutes pass in agonizing silence. Even Daewoong seems to have reached his limit.

They reach their apartment building's back entrance in relative peace.

Kiyoung doesn't give Daewoong the chance to fully park before he opens his door. “See you later, Dae.”

Andrew is about to follow, right hand resting on the door handle.

Daewoong stops him. “Andrew,” he says sharply. “I expect you to be a positive influence on Byungho-ssi and his group members.”

It's a strange time for a reminder like that, and that makes Andrew pause. It's probably one of the nuggets of wisdom Daewoong gained from failing to debut.

“They'll need one,” he responds flippantly. “And it obviously can't be you.”

Then he gets out of the car before Daewoong can fight back. He has to spend less time around Haksu.

It's been a few months since Andrew last stepped foot in what was his apartment. So when Kiyoung opens the door and calmly states, “You've really let this place go to shit,” Andrew finds himself almost agreeing.

Intak appears to have expanded from his bedroom into the living room as well. Half his speaker set up occupies a good quarter of the room, and there are anime figurines on the TV stand.

“I'm staying in Eunsu’s old room,” Andrew says defensively. He considers defending Jaeseop and Intak as well. Then he catches Kiyoung’s eye and sees his shit-eating grin.

“It's good to be back,” Kiyoung says, rolling his shoulders back. “And congratulations on your promotion. Leader-nim, can I have Jaeseop’s room?”

“Why do you need Jaeseop’s room?” Intak stands at the other end of the room, looking a bit like a deer in headlights, or maybe the type of apparition visible during sleep paralysis.

“He doesn't need it,” Kiyoung says. “So, leader-nim?”

Andrew shrugs. “If that's what you want.”

He doesn't have the energy to complain about the leader title. He didn’t want it, but he's growing accustomed to it. It’s his burden to shoulder. Now that he's back here, he's reminded of all the crushing pressures he's under. He missed hours of work that he could have used to finish Atlas’s group's song, or their own subunit album. Instead, he was subjected to useless conversations with Daewoong.

Intak and Kiyoung have a lot more to catch up on, he reasons. LCK, and whatever anime the two of them are watching lately. “I’m going to the company,” Andrew announces. It’s only after he speaks that he remembers he doesn’t have anywhere to go. He assumes Intak won’t mind if Andrew uses his space.

Kiyoung frowns. “Now? Are you feeling alright?”

Andrew dismisses his concerns. “I’m fine. You know, Daewoong.” He can’t say much more in front of Intak, who doesn’t hate Daewoong.

Kiyoung nods slowly like he isn’t completely convinced. Intak doesn’t look pleased either. Andrew doesn’t have the luxury of time to reassure either of them. He has work to do.

On his way out, he hears Kiyoung ask, “Is that the Shibuya Scramble 1/7 scale Neon City Rem?”

Andrew understands less than the half the words in that question.

#╰ to be written in ink is to be immortal — [ writing. ]#╰ to be written in ink is to be immortal — [ yejun. ]#fictional idol community #kpop oc #idol oc #kpop fanfic #fake kpop group

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northstarco · 8 months ago

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─── INTO YOUR WARM EMBRACE

⟡﹐ꊞ niko's relationships with NCT DREAM !

⟡﹐ꊞ when it comes to the members of nct dream, niko still sees them as the children they debuted as. when twenty year old niko found himself face to face with the freshly 14–16 year olds of nct dream, he felt the sudden urge to to hug all of them and never let them go. it's never been a secret that niko has a soft spot for the dreamies, the same dreamies who, though they are all adults now, he can't help but still see as babies. in the beginning, it was definitely difficult to interact with the members, considering they were children and he was at least four years their senior. admittedly, it was awkward in the beginning, but after a couple months, it seemed like he'd known them for years, like he'd given birth to each of the members himself. niko is basically the unofficial parent of everyone in nct dream (except for mark, he disowned him).

NIKO & RENJUN ( RENKO ) !

they are very much a rare pair, two members nctzens can't fathom ever being in the same room. every interaction between them on camera is minuscule at best, and if you do wanna find renko content, you're probably gonna have more luck finding it on the dark web then on any official nct pages 😭. seriously, the few interactions these two had at the nct nation concert sent nctzens into a frenzy, just them holding hands for seven seconds is enough for them. on camera, and to their fandom, the two of them have probably never met each other in their lives. off camera, though, they're much more different.

in the beginning, there were two things that made their interactions awkward. one: the language barrier, niko knew no mandarin, renjun knew no thai, and the two were equally as confident in their korean skills as a non-native speaker could be (which means they weren't confident at all). two: the two of them didn't want to be the first to start a conversation. while renjun would cast him looks from across the practice room but would be much too afraid to even get up and talk to him. despite the constant encouragement from donghyuck, the younger wouldn't budge, so the two didn't talk at all during their trainee days, just muttered a few greetings and goodbyes when coming across each other in the hallway.

it was only after the debut of nct dream that the two would actually be able to have a full on conversation. it was often that niko would wait backstage of their performances just to praise them endlessly, giving the sweetest of compliments to his month-younger juniors, compliments that would often lead to renjun being more flustered more than anything. niko to renjun was this calm, cool, collected older boy who seemed to be good at everything, a sentiment in his head which lead to the older becoming a staple of admiration for him. though the two could never spend a lot of time with each other, having schedules which made it practically impossible for them to ever make plans, renjun always made sure to make his admiration for the older clear, through short red faced mutters, and even clearer letters and late night texts.

now, are they friends? absolutely. are they still awkward? a little but not as much as they were before. renjun often finds himself snickering at niko's several shenanigans, especially when it comes to watching him argue with mark about the stupidest things imaginable.

NIKO & JENO ( NINO ) !

such an underrated duo that it's sad, they have such great chemistry, and whenever they're in content together it's absolutely hilarious, but sm seems to be gatekeeping all of the nino content. when seventeen year old niko met thirteen year old jeno on a random night in the practice room while he was searching for mark, the older became attached to him in almost an instant, smothering him at whatever chance he got. to the surprise of quite literally everyone, niko and jeno got much closer than it would've seemed. jeno was very much set on impressing the older, doing extra well in practice just to be able to see niko's proud smile whenever he showcased his newfound skills to him.

the pair would often find themselves talking about the strangest of things at two am in the practice room. idol groups, fancams, ice cream flavors, anything they could find entertaining. it wasn't often that he would say it, but niko would always showcase his appreciation for jeno through little gestures like allowing for the younger to randomly hold his hand throughout the day, accepting all of his gestures of affection, and covering for him whenever he snuck out to the convenience store in the late hours of the night. pre-debut nino represented more of cousins than brothers, niko was the cool older cousin who visited once every few years and jeno was the awkward younger cousin who wanted to be like him every way, admiring the older for even the smallest things.

niko and jeno still have their cousin like dynamic, but these days, jeno surprises niko more than anything. the older has been with him since he was thirteen, and he will never admit it out loud, but thinking about how he watched him grow up sort of chokes him up at times. the other things that surprises him is how jeno has gotten huger than him, at one point the two of them weren't even head to head, but now jeno can throw him around like he's nothing. niko is afraid that one day he's gonna wake up and jeno will be a giant, because to him, he's still a baby.

NIKO & JAEMIN ( MINKO ) !

if there is anything the members of nct dream can agree on, it's that na jaemin will never let nikolas rest. the younger has been buzzing around in his ear like an annoying mosquito for a good almost 11 years now, and there's nothing nikolas can do but give empty threats about how he's gonna punch the younger, knowing damn well he isn't going to do anything. upon entering sm entertainment in 2013, jaemin was met with an overwhelming new routine and unfamiliar faces, he felt just a little bit out-of-place, all of it was getting to his head, and he would often find himself up at night with these anxious circulating in his mind.

whenever jaemin felt like everything was getting to an increasingly overwhelming height, and whenever his thoughts would begin screaming at him, niko would be around to help knock them out of the way. the older became a person of comfort for jaemin, who, prior to even meeting him, felt like he couldn't properly talk about his worries to anyone. niko would listen to jaemin vent his anxieties, his frustrations, and their occasional late night talks became something jaemin would look forward to, niko basically became the sibling jaemin never had.

these two have a bond like no other, with niko acting as a sort of "guide" for jaemin. the two would often find themselves giggling at three am in the practice room, or sneaking out of practice to go to the convenience store whenever they were extra hungry in the middle of the night. jaemin busting into the little trainee dorms to make himself comfortable in niko's bed was never a rare sight, the two seemed attached at the hip, a brotherly relationship that could never be replaced.

and yeah— jaemin is always sure to nag niko about stupid things, and tease him whenever he can, but they both love each other, so so much.

NIKO & KIHYUN ( KIKO ) !

that's his son, and none of you are allowed to disagree with that statement, because that is literally his son. the moment seventeen year old saw twelve year old kihyun walk into the sm entertainment building, he got attached to him, and he can't exactly explain why he felt such an unusual surge of love whenever kihyun was in the room, but he did, and he wanted to make sure he didn't make the younger uncomfortable with the way he seemed to parade around him. kihyun felt similarly drawn to niko, often being able to find comfort in the older boy whenever practice or his homework questions became too much.

the two eventually became a usual pair to see around the practice room, whether it was kihyun skipping around the older and telling him silly puns he made out of his name, or it was niko teaching kihyun random australian phrases that the younger would begin to echo around the halls to annoy his other trainees. kihyun made it a habit to follow niko around, copying little things he watched the older do. despite being the eldest sibling himself, kihyun often found himself being taken care of by niko, showered with several compliments from the older boy who, (in his opinion) was probably one of the coolest people he'd ever met, being complimented by him was like music to his ears.

niko and kihyun have always been close, if you took one glance at them, you'd think that they've known each other they're whole lives. whenever things get horrible, and his thoughts become too overwhelming to bear, kihyun can immediately go to niko. the older has become a safe place for him, a person who he can talk to about anything, as the younger is to the older as well. it's become normal for kihyun to spend a lot of time at niko's place, whether it's to talk the older's ear off or to eat all of his cereal, the im can usually be found there if he's not at the dorms, chenle's place, or wandering around looking for new street foods to try.

one of the best things about these two is their duo lives, because you can always count on kihyun to suddenly bust down niko's door and crash his instagram live. the two are such an entertaining pair, and once you click on one of their lives, even if it's by accident, you will not be able to stop watching. sometimes, people think that niko and kihyun might actually be related, and the two do nothing but fuel those rumors.

NIKO & CHENLE ( NILE ) !

if you thought it was hard to find niko and renjun content, you have not seen the turmoil nile fans have to go through. the two had a lot of golden moments during nct 2020, but prior to that, it seemed like the two of them had no idea of each other's existence. yeah they were in the same group, but the only thing the two of them had in common were the members of nct they were close with. the only nile moments anyone could find were tiny little clips, or little stories told by the members where the two of them were menaces together.

it was difficult for niko and chenle to get to know each other, because the younger had joined only three months before the debut of nct dream, and niko had already debuted by then, so it wasn't easy to catch him around. chenle felt awkward around the older, because everything about him seemed to flawless, the younger was pretty intimidated by him, even with the smiles they shared in the halls when the younger would catch him.

chenle only found the confidence to talk to him a good few weeks after 127's debut, where he walked up to the older and muttered a few tiny compliments with his broken korean as niko sat there and listened to each and every word. it's easy to see why chenle was so nervous, because when your intimidated by someone, it's often that you trip over your words around them. niko thought chenle was the cutest person ever in that moment, and made sure to return the favor when he congratulated dream on their debut and gave extra compliments to chenle on his vocals, resulting in a very red faced chenle to form.

the younger's admiration for niko is something he would never say with his own mouth, he's much too stubborn to admit it to the other's face, but even after their awkward beginnings, the two did eventually find time they could spend with each other. niko often pampers chenle, and the younger pretends to be annoyed by it (but he loves it). so why is there so little nile content? that probably has to do with the fact that the two usually commit their crimes of evil after hours, often surrounded by their fellow members more, leaving them unable to interact in most nct content. still, any interaction between them is considered a win between niko and chenle truthers.

NIKO & JISUNG ( JINI ) !

that is also his son. no seriously, niko can't look at jisung these days without getting whiplash, because when did he get so tall? he's going to begin towering over niko in a few years time, and the thought alone is enough to make niko shiver. when niko met eleven year old, 4 ft 10 jisung in the sm entertainment practice room, the younger was basically a baby, and niko would do everything to make sure everyone knew that jisung was his new favorite dongsaeng (much to the dismay of donghyuck and kihyun). all the younger could do was stand there and take the older dancers constant praises, red faced and giggling as he did so.

though niko could never see jisung regularly after both of their debuts, the older always found time to give him compliments about everything. whether it be his dancing, his rapping, or his occasional singing, niko always found something to compliment jisung on, and the younger could always just stutter back responses as his cheeks grew a red color. whenever niko gets to spend time with the dreamies, if he doesn't immediately make a beeline towards kihyun, it's always jisung. jisung doesn't even have to do anything to get affection from niko, he could just stand there and niko would crumble immediately (nobody will ever know how he does it, and neither does jisung). if you want to get an unsolicited hug from nikolas, the easiest thing you could do is just be park jisung.

jisung usually never knows what to say around niko, not only because he's as introverted as the older, but because the compliments he receives often leave him so speechless that he doesn't know how to keep up. when jisung does get to talk to niko, it's often short and awkward because he can never really get his words in order, but niko always gives him time, never interrupting him in the middle of his speech or correcting him on his words. jisung, though he never really says it, really appreciates the older, his compliments, all his gestures, and his acts of affection. he often makes it known to him through quiet mutters, secret messages sent to him, and small smiles shared between them.

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honeypwark · 4 years ago

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[ Flexibility Equals Sex Appeal ]

↳ Dec 2018

↳ Katie hates working out. She goes to the gym with Jaehyun. She’s watched by some unwelcome eyes.

TRIGGER WARNING: Hi, guys! In this post, there are mentions of sexual assault (nothing actually happens, it’s just men being pigs). There are about three lines of dialogue between two men making jokes about assaulting Katie and one use of the word “rape.” If this is triggering to you, please do not read!

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“I hate working out.”

Jaehyun looks up from his phone as Katie speaks. The older girl sits in the driver’s seat, driving the two of them to the gym. They’re probably about two minutes away from their destination at this point.

“Then why did you offer to work out with me?” he asks.

“I guess the company wants me to portray myself more sexily since I’m already confident, I don’t really know,” she says. “I don’t mind. Like, I’m cool with that. It’s just... ew, exercise.”

Jaehyun chuckles but doesn’t comment any further.

Katie turns into the gym parking lot and parks. The two idols enter with just their phones and water bottles. They sign in then head to stretch before beginning their workouts.

Once they’re finished, Katie starts to walk away backwards, “See you in two hours.”

She gives Jaehyun a two-fingered salute and turns around to head to the elliptical. She’d been given a workout routine by her new personal trainer and follows it over the next hour and a half. She uses the elliptical then runs for a bit and uses a few weight machines briefly before finding an empty space on the floor to do the next steps: sit-ups and planks. She does several reps of those, a few more than the list says. Next up are stretches that aren’t part of the official workout but had been added to work on her flexibility.

Across the gym, Jaehyun finishes on the weight bench and looks around to check on Katie. He spots her stretching off to the side of the treadmills. He stands and is about to continue and do resistance training when he spots two men on stationary bikes are watching Katie very obviously. They’re whispering to one another and unabashedly staring at Katie.

Despite knowing full well that the older girl can look after herself, Jaehyun feels protective of her. He forgoes resistance training for now and walks over to Katie. He passes the two men on the way, who don’t seem at all bothered by his momentary presence, continuing to talk quietly to one another.

“What if we cornered her once this other guy leaves?” one says.

The other one laughs, “Dude, there are cameras in here, shut up.”

“Don’t lie and say you weren’t thinking it, too.”

Jae feels anger bloom hot in his chest but continues over to Katie. He sits down on the floor fairly close to her but leaves enough room for her to continue stretching.

“Whatcha up to?” he asks as nonchalantly as possible.

“Stretching. Because apparently Songi and Chu being stupidly flexible isn’t enough for some people. Flexibility equals,” she lifts herself up and turns so she sits in a side split, “Sex appeal. Or something.”

She leans down onto her elbows, head bowed as she focuses on stretching. Jaehyun looks at her, not sure what he was even planning on doing by coming over here but knowing he doesn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone. Katie notices his lingering presence and looks up at him from her stretching position.

“I know they’re watching me,” she deadpans.

“I don’t like how they’re looking at you,” Jaehyun confesses.

Katie just shrugs, “It’s whatever.”

“No, it’s not whatever.”

“What are you? My boyfriend? Get your basic, whipped for Mark Lee ass out of my face.”

“I heard them talking about cornering you if no one else was in here.”

“I took karate for two years when I was seven; I’ll be fine.”

“Katie,” Jaehyun says seriously.

“Jaehyun,” Katie mocks.

Jaehyun looks at her seriously and she just stares back unbothered.

“Can you at least pretend to care that two men are talking about raping you?”

“Don’t be so dramatic. Men are all talk. They wouldn’t actually do anything.”

“You don’t know that.”

Jaehyun is nearly whining at this point, his seriousness fading at Katie’s persistent dismissal. He glances over his shoulder at the two men. They obviously look away when he looks at them. He looks back at Katie, who has gone back to stretching with her head down again.

“I can get them to back off,” he says.

“Jae, I literally don’t care.”

“I do.”

Katie looks up at him again with an unreadable expression, though she does seem slightly amused. She sits up and swings one of her legs around to come out of her split.

Relenting, she says, “Fine. Make yourself feel better. Whatever.”

Katie sits and waits for him to do something. Jaehyun swallows and looks away. Now that he has the opportunity to do what he had thought of to get the two men to mind their own business, he doesn’t know if he can. Or if Katie wouldn’t punch him for trying, even with her permission.

“You gonna do something or can I go back to increasing my sex appeal?” she asks.

Jaehyun looks back at her and hesitates a moment more before leaning closer to her. He pushes her back to lie on the ground as he hovers over her. It couldn’t be more obvious Jaehyun is out of his comfort zone, facial expression screaming embarrassment. Katie blinks up at him, hiding her amusement at seeing him so flustered.

“Your ears are red,” she comments.

“Because this is weird,” Jaehyun complains.

“This was your idea.”

“I know.”

Katie rolls her eyes and pulls her legs up towards her chest so she’s not caught under Jaehyun when she pushes him to the ground and rolls to be on top of him. Jaehyun stares up at her as his ears get redder and pink spreads on his cheeks, not sure what to do with his hands now that Katie straddles his hips. She leans down further and further until they’re cheek to cheek. Jaehyun can hardly breathe with the space between them being practically nonexistent.

Even after working out for an hour and half, Jaehyun can still smell the coconut hair conditioner she uses when he’s this close to her. She has an odd affinity for coconut despite most people despising it. He wonders when she learned she likes coconut.

“They still looking?” Katie speaks next to his ear.

“W-What?”

“The two guys. Are they still looking at me?”

“I-I can’t see them from here.”

Katie tugs on his shoulders and he sits up with her. He really can’t breathe now, the lump in his throat impossible to swallow as Katie sits in his lap chest to chest with him. Her hands stay on his shoulders. Despite his lack of oxygen, he finds it incredibly comfortable to have her this close to him.

“Well?”

Jaehyun blinks as he remembers he’s supposed to be looking for the two men. He finds them seeming to have gone back to working out, no longer staring at him or Katie. He clears his throat.

“They’re not staring anymore.”

“Cool.”

Katie lets go of his shoulders and climbs out of his lap, grabbing her phone and standing. She checks over her list and sees she’s finished everything on it.

“Are you ready to go? I’ve finished everything I need to.”

Jaehyun doesn’t respond and she looks down at him. He’s still sat on the ground and staring at the floor with a blush still very prominent on his ears.

“Jaehyun.”

He jumps comically before looking up at her, “Huh? What?”

“Are you good to go?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m good.”

“Let’s roll, then.”

They walk out to Katie’s car and buckle in. She backs out of her parking space and turns onto the city street. It’s silent for a few moments. Katie unlocks her phone and tosses it to Jaehyun. He fumbles to catch it.

“You’re on DJ duty,” she says. “I will be judging your music taste very harshly, so don’t play garbage.”

He doesn’t know why his hands are trembling so much as he opens Spotify and tries to think of a decent song to play. He’s not that nervous about Katie judging his music taste, so why does he still feel like his stomach is doing flips? He eventually decides on a song and the familiar two notes starts “Chasing Cars.”

“Snow Patrol. Solid,” Katie comments.

They don’t say anything as the song plays, Katie driving and Jaehyun holding Katie’s phone in the delicate way you hold a phone that isn’t your own. When the song is over, Katie tells him to play Spice Girls when he doesn’t have another song picked out. She sings along humorously and loudly, managing to ease the tension between them as Jaehyun laughs at her. She comes to a stop in front of 127’s dorm building just a few moments after the song ends, awkwardness seeping back into the car with the silence that follows. Katie unlocks the car.

“Get out.”

Jaehyun laughs.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door. He sets one of his feet on the pavement outside then stops. He turns back to face Katie, mouth open to say something. He hesitates for a moment as he looks at Katie. He lets out a small breath and closes his mouth.

“See you at practice,” he says.

Katie knows that isn’t what he wanted to say but she doesn’t mention it for his sake.

“See ya, loser.”

Jaehyun steps out of the car and stands on the sidewalk, watching as Katie drives away. He stares down the street long after she’s gone before heading inside and going up to the dorm. He says hi to whoever greets him, showering then getting into bed soon after. He finds it nearly impossible to fall asleep.

His head feels full yet no thoughts come to the forefront of his mind except the memory of earlier: Katie above him, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned down so close their faces touched. Her body against his when he sat up. Her weight foreign yet nowhere near uncomfortable in his lap. He wonders how it would have felt like if he’d held her rather than letting his hands hang limply at his sides.

Would he have finally been brave enough to admit the reason behind why he cared so much about making sure she was safe? No. He may never be. Katie is older and fiercely independent and his group member. He can’t confess, not with both his pride and group on the line.

He still wishes he could know what it feels like to hold her. To touch her without her deflecting away like a typical touch starved American. To hold her hand or cup her cheeks or kiss her lips or grip her waist or feel her-

Jaehyun blushes feverishly in the dark of his room, glad no one else is around to witness his embarrassment as he rolls over to shove his face in his pillow. He doesn’t know why he can’t control his own thoughts when it comes to Katie. It’s like he’s some hormonal teenage boy again. He knows he’ll probably never confess- for a multitude of reasons-, but he can’t find it in him to care at the moment because just thinking about her makes him giddy. It’s crazy to think about the hold Katie has over him without even knowing it.

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neochan · 2 years ago

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MY AWARD (M)

PAIRING | idol bf!mark x reader

SYNOPSIS | mark looks damn good in a suit which leads to a bathroom quickie.

WC | 1.5k

WARNINGS | bathroom sex, french kissing, spitting, hickies, light slapping, degradation, creampies

A.N | super rushed and shitty writing, but the spit scene has me on my knees so idc and also credit to @ncteez for coming up with that part. ily bae 🫶🏻

twenty three men in suits yet you couldn't tear your eyes away from mark lee.

it was your first award show with your boyfriend and you were already hot and bothered. the suit the stylist had put him in was tightened in all the right places, the corseted waist hugging his abs, and the tailored suit pants showing a bit more than the paparazzi ought to see.

he walks the red carpet ahead of you, one hand holding yours as a guide to keep you in line with him while the cameramen went absolutely wild as 'seouls newest and stunning couple' made their first public appearance.

you leaned your head on his shoulder and smile wide, the bright flashing lights temporarily blinding you. the photographers cooed and jeered at the cute pose, but little did they know why you did it.

through gritted teeth you hiss at mark, "baby, i have to go to the bathroom." giving the camera another angel of your dress, you turn around and throw your head over your shoulder.

"wait till we're in the arena." he grits back, not faltering in his award winning smile. you let your arm hang for a second before pinching his thigh, which makes him jump a few inches back.

"no. i have to go to the bathroom."

his eyes narrow at you in an intense side stare, "we're at an award show, cameras pointed at us from every angle, and you want to do this?" his disbelief has you giggling and the cameramen start rapidly taking shots to capture the moment.

staring at mark, you shrug your shoulders and he rolls his eyes, a true smile blooming on his face as he literally sweeps you off your feet and cuts through the red carpet line of nct members.

the photographers can be heard laughing behind you, the taunts from nct members not going unheard either. this was sure to make headlines tomorrow.

seoul just couldn't get enough of the two of you.

it took forever to find the bathroom, but after ten straight minutes of searching, you find them tucked away at the very back of what you and mark had become to call the 'idol maze'; a vast amount of hallways that led off to out of use rec rooms idols could chill in.

the first thing mark does is pick you up and set you on the rather spacious counter, and lock the door. "why are you so horny babe? it’s your first award show. you're supposed to enjoy it!" he smirks at you and moves closer so that his hands were playing with the hem of your rather short slip dress.

"because you being in that suit is driving me crazy." you grab his wrist and slip his hand under your dress, maneuvering it so that he was pressing a palm against the soaked cloth of your panties, "see. i can't help it... i need you to fuck me."

"god y/n, you didn't think this fucking dress had me bricked up on the way here?" his free hand tears at the silk fabric while his word choice makes you giggle. "but you know what?" he coos, the hand underneath your dress kneading the soft inner flesh of your thigh.

"what?" you mumble, eyes fluttering heavy with lust.

"we're so far back in the venue that no one will hear you screaming for me."

your eyes shoot open but not before he closes the gap between you and captures your lips in a heated kiss. it was messy and sweet, the taste of urgency metallic on his tongue when he slips it past your lips to meet your own. spit smears against your cheek when he grabs your jaw to hold you against him, his teeth finding your bottom lip and pulling back; and when you whimper, it reminds him of the wetness between your legs that had probably grown immensely uncomfortable by now.

there was just one more thing he had to do...

"open up." his hold on your jaw tightens until you have no choice but to part your lips, tongue darting out and sitting heavy on your bottom one. you see him swish around before hovering over you and spitting directly into your mouth. his free hand taps a light smack to your cheek as to tell you 'close it'. "now swallow like a good girl."

the sweetest smirk falls upon his face and you do as he says, the only thing filling your mind being the fact that he just spit in your mouth. oh my god, he just spit in your mouth. and you feel a gush of wetness flooding out of you.

"you're fucking nasty for liking that." he sneers, his hand dropping from your jaw and smacking your thighs, "now open these... wanna fuck you dumb."

he helps lift your hips so that your dress could slide up your back, and hurriedly, he pulls your panties to the side while you reach below his belt and unzip his pants.

“how are you already hard? we’ve been in here like three minutes” you pull out his cock, a bead of precum leaking out of the tip. the veins stood out incredibly so and he bucks into your hand.

he was multitasking; kissing your neck and pulling at your hair, so his answer came out in one breathe “i said your dress was driving me crazy, didn’t i?”with one smooth motion he presses himself against your entrance and pushes into you, the both of you gasping and grabbing each other tighter.

"fuck." he whispers against your neck, hands fluttering over your back as he tries to create a rhythm.

it felt good, the heavy feel of your boyfriends cock pulsing in and out of you, his low grunts filling the nearly empty room.

he pulls away from you, looking down to watch his cock disappear between your legs and pull out of your needy hole dripping wet. what a fucking dream this was. "what's a slut like you supposed to say?"

"thank you mark."

"good girl. you should be glad i'm filling you up. giving you what a filthy slut like you needs." he sticks his tongue out between his lips and starts rolling his body sensually into yours, and when he looks up, your head is thrown back, eyes closed. "does my cock drive you crazy baby?" you hum in response but mark needs more and grabs the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, "use your words ."

"fuck, m-mark, yes... love your cock, need it." you incoherently babble, too focused on his cock between your legs.

"so pretty."

god he loved the way you fell apart underneath him, how obedient you became with just the taste of his cock. and the fact that all of his members probably thought you were sitting in the venue, yet here you were with his cock shoved deep in you. how fucking dirty the both of you were was lost on the rest of the group... if only they knew.

for a fleeting second mark thinks about pulling out his phone and snapping a pic to send to the group chat, but the rational side of his brain intervenes and the thought is pushed aside and replaced by the fact that he really needs to cum.

like really fucking bad.

“god mark i can’t, fuck, can't hold it” you hiccup, hands roughly clutching the front of his suit which accidentally pops open a few of the buttons. your orgasm washes over you too fast making you lose sight for a quick second and all that could be heard was your loud moans, a few curses and marks name repeatedly dripping from your lips.

he came after, with your walls squeezing him, milky ropes of cum flood your core. his lips find your neck, sucking a few fresh bruises into the supple skin while his hips stutter into yours, riding out his high as long as he could.

leaning his forehead against your own, you lock eyes and notice the innate sparkle in his. he was so fucking hot.

"that was nice." you whisper, a hint of a smile ghosting over your lips.

with a kiss to your lips, he pulls out and sags against the bathroom door fixing himself. you reach for the paper towel dispenser trying hard not to dribble cum on your light colored dress... and victory is yours when you clean up without so much as a smear.

"now can we go out there and behave ourselves?" he asks, clutching you in his arms when you hop off the counter.

you nod and turn around to look in the mirror, just in case you needed to fix your hair again, but you're met with an even bigger issue.

"mark! what am i gonna say if people see this?"

scattered along your very exposed throat were hickies of all colors, some large and some small, but all of them very obvious.

all he does is chuckle and open the door.

"i had to let people know that i already won my award."

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ghostofhyuck · 4 months ago

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NCT Dream and how they take photos of you.

AN: I saw this trend on tiktok on how would NCT Dream take photo of someone and honestly, it looks so cute! (and yes, I am using female idols as photo references.)

Mark Lee

I think that Mark LOVESSSS taking stolen photos of your achievements. He's such a supportive boyfriend so he will be there to take photos whenever you receive awards or maybe you won something. Or maybe it's a huge gig or anything that's a milestone for you, he'll be there taking photos to document and of course to flex it to his socials that he's so so proud of his girlfriend <3

Huang Renjun

Renjun loves taking photos of you especially when you two are on a dinner date! No matter how many times you two went out to have a dinner date, he doesn't get tired of taking photos of you because first of all, you're all dressed up! he doesn't want it all go down to waste, and second, he just wants to show everyone his view, which is you at your favorite local restaurant in the city <3

Lee Jeno

Okay, but Jeno's the type to take photos if you ask him. He's not that bad at all, but your photos will really come out like something your boyfriend took. He's the type that once you gave him your phone, he'll just spams the camera button nonstop while you just continue to pose until you did all the pose and both of you are tired. There's a thousand photos and the decent ones are probably ten or maybe twenty at best lol.

Lee Donghyuck

Of course! Haechan would be that boyfriend who has a lot of silly photos of you. Something meme-worthy and blackmail material that you just can't believe that your boyfriend took that photo! It just happens that Haechan always have his camera on whenever disaster strikes you lmao. But don't worry, Haechan still finds those photos endearing and cute to be fair. He just loves teasing you.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin takes photo of you as if you're the most beautiful girl ever. He tends to focus on your face, portrait and just wanted to capture your beauty. From what I observed on his narcissism exhibit, he does love taking portraits of his members, so im sure he also does that to his girlfriend. Probably has tons of your portrait from different time, place, and event too! <3

Zhong Chenle

I find Chenle's photos silly and sometimes out of context lol, so I'm convinced that's how he would take photos of his girlfriend BUT it still leans on the wholesome side. He takes silly photos just like Haechan BUT he lets you pose. It'll end up cute and wholesome, not much of the silly side but hey, he loves it. You look cute and you go with the flow that's why you two match each other.

Park Jisung

I feel like Jisung takes picture in a very gen-z coded way. You know those, late-night blurry pictures with flash. Yeah that's how he takes photos of you, and it's scripted! He'll give you a signal on to when to move, so that he can capture the blurry effect and he's reallly great at taking photos of it! Proud boyfriend too because his photos came out aesthetically pleasing. (and also, his muse is pretty that's why.)

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qianinterprises · 3 years ago

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NCT 127 Reaction: you moaning their name in your sleep

Pairings | Nct 127 x Reader

Genre | smut (more suggestive than anything but some are questionable), fluff

Warnings | SMUT!!! Do not read if you are underaged!!!! Also slight somnophilia.

Word Count | 4.6k

Author’s Note | I did a reaction like this for NCT Dream, but I decided to do the same reaction for 127 just because I thought it'd be fun. I, however, did not redo Mark's and Haechan's because I was simply too lazy too so there's will be the same (I do apologize). Also, I'd like to add that NCT Dream's was smuttier than this one. This reaction is really more suggestive, but there are a few members that get a little more descriptive. I hope you enjoy! I apologize for the images with Jungwoo - Haechan. Dumblr was acting up again and I didn't have the patience to fuck with it.

Tagging | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Taeyong

Originally posted here

Coming home late was always normal for Taeyong. Being the leader of such a big group, he was always the first one up in the morning and the last to leave schedules. With the new comeback on the rise, he was coming home even later than usual.

Oftentimes, when he returned home, he’d find you awake, sitting on the couch watching whatever came on the television. Recently though, he was coming home to find you already asleep, curled up on your side of the bed, arms encircling a pillow with one of his shirts over it. Tonight was no different.

He was quick to shower and return to the bedroom. It was already 2am and, though he’d not have a schedule until tomorrow afternoon, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Sleep was necessary for that, and as such, he clambered into bed as quietly as possible, sliding up behind your body and draping an arm around your waist before burrowing his face in the pillow, begging sleep to claim him soon.

However, he was quickly caught off guard when a small noise left you, your body moving slightly against him.

He looked over at you, lifting his head.

“(Y/N)?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond and he pressed his head back against his pillow, thinking it was his imagination or just a sigh leaving your lips.

“Taeyong…” his name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan, and he knew he heard it this time.

His cock stirred in his sleep shorts and he pressed his pelvis a little closer to your bottom, pulling a grunt from your throat before you stirred awake.

“Tae?” you asked, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yes my love?” he whispered back in a sultry tone.

“You're sticking me in the ass.”

“I know.”

You could hear the smirk in your voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Practice make you horny?” you asked.

“Nope. You moaning my name in your sleep did.”

Your face heated up and you buried your face in his pillows. You knew exactly what he was talking about, even if you didn’t remember moaning out loud.

“Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what I was doing so we can pick up where your dream left off,” he smirked.

A small squeak left your lips, but you weren’t about to complain.

“Your cock felt so good inside me…” you breathed.

His smirk grew as you rolled over to look at him.

“Good thing I’m hard and ready for you then,” he winked.

Taeil

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It never ceased to surprise Taeil just how quickly you could fall asleep in any situation it seemed. Currently, you were sitting on a rather uncomfortable couch with your head on his shoulder, snoring quietly in his ear as Donghyuck recording finished the last few verses of his parts, Taeyong sitting at the controls beside the techy. You had fallen asleep somewhere along Johnny and Yuta’s recording sessions and hadn’t moved much since.

Taeil smiled down at you fondly. His shoulder might have fallen asleep twenty minutes earlier, but he’d never dare move and disturb your slumber. Especially when you looked so adorable against him. Even if it was a little awkward with you laying on him in a room full of his members. That awkwardness grew, however, the second a breathy moan escaped your lips.

“What was that?” Mark asked, spinning around in his seat, eyes wide and looking in every direction of the room.

Taeil’s ears tinted pink and he squirmed nervously as he caught Yuta’s smirk in the corner of his eye.

“Maybe you should take (Y/N) home,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and looking all too suggestive.

The pink turn to red and Taeil tried to hide his face in your hair when his blood ran cold.

“Taeil,” you moaned softly, but not quiet enough that the others didn’t hear.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Johnny grinned. “I think Taeil’s right! You should take her home.”

The plan had been for you to go out to dinner with the boys once they’d finished rehearsing, but that seemed to be dashed along the rocks now. The boys wouldn’t be able to stop cackling at your expense if you still went out with them and you’d likely never want to show your face around them again if you found out what happened.

“Take her home, hyung. And, word of advice, don’t tell her what happened. It will only mortify her,” Taeyong’s wise words voice what Taeil had just been thinking and he nodded stifely.

“(Y/N),” he called softly.

You shuffled against him but didn’t respond until he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Hm?” you asked sleepily.

“Come on baby. You fell asleep. Let’s go home and get some more rest,” he spoke as calmly as he could under the suggestive smirks of Johnny and Yuta.

“But what about dinner?” you inquired, biting back a yawn as you glanced up at him.

“Uh… They decided not to go…” Taeil responded, sweating beading his forehead at the lie.

“Oh… ok,” you accepted the answer.

You snuggled more against Taeil slightly before pulling yourself from his warmth and standing from the couch, stretching out.

“Can we go back to my apartment?” you offered.

A whistle left Jaehyun’s lips and you turned to glance at him in confusion before Taeil was ushering you out of the room, shooting a dirty glare at his dongsaeng.

“You know, I had the most amazing dream,” you muttered as Taeil closed the recording room door.

“Oh really?” Taeil deadpanned, eager to get you out of the building.

Johnny

Originally posted here

Johnny loved going on tour with his bandmates and performing for their fans across the globe, but it was never easy to leave you behind for such long periods of time. While you both skyped most every night, it just wasn’t the same without you snuggled against his chest and no matter how many times Donghyuck crawled in bed with him and cuddled him in the same way, it would never be the same.

When the tour finally ended, he was sad he wouldn’t be performing across the globe any longer, but he was so excited to see you again. As the van pulled in front of your apartment building, Johnny bid goodbye to the members that would be heading back to the dorm, thanking the manager for dropping him at your place, before climbing out, grabbing his bag to haul with him. He didn’t wait for the van to pull off before walking into the dimly lit lobby, casting a small smile at the slightly confused overnight manager sitting at the front desk. He flashed a copy of your key, earning a disinterested nod before heading for the elevator and pressing the button for your floor.

It was late. You’d no doubt be asleep, but he didn’t mind as long as he woke up in the morning with you in his arms.

As the elevator dinged, he got out and walked down the hallway as quietly as possible before reaching your door. He pushed the key into the hole and made his way inside. He left his luggage in the living room, afraid the wheels would wake you, so he opted to store it away in the morning. He stripped off his clothes leaving them laying on the couch and padded into the dark bedroom where you were, sure enough, sound asleep on his side of the bed.

He cooed at the sight, but he passed the bed and headed for the bathroom to wash his face before bed when your sweet voice met his ears.

“Johnny,” you moaned quietly.

It would have been inaudible if there was another noise in the apartment.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart, I’ll be there soon,” he reassured.

This appeased you, or so he thought, until his name was tumbling from your lips again.

He peaked out from the bathroom, raising an eyebrow in confusion until he saw your body writhe and roll over.

“Johnny,” the moan was whiner this time.

A smirk grew across Johnny’s face and any sense of exhaustion immediately left his body. He padded across the floor to the bed, standing over your still moving form and grinned.

“Baby,” he called in a soothing tone.

You stirred but didn’t wake.

“Wake up baby girl.”

This time, your eyes slowly opened, meeting his.

“Johnny? You’re back!” you cried, moving to sit up.

He didn’t allow that though, instead, moving down on top of you, hovering over your body.

“How many times have you called out for me in the middle of the night without me hear to satisfy you?” he whispered softly.

Heat crept up your neck and you turned away from him, but he guided your eyes back to his.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he spoke calmly.

“Too many,” you answered with a small whine.

He hummed, nodding at your statement as he gripped the comforter, pulling it down from your body.

“Let’s start easing your discomfort,” he smirked, bending down to capture your lips in a heated, desirous kiss.

Yuta

Originally posted here

It was absolutely not uncommon for Yuta to wake up before you in the morning with his dick painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers and a conundrum of either waking you up to help him or letting you sleep.

Most of the time, he was nice and stroked himself to completion in the shower while you slept. Other times, if he was desperate enough, he’d wake you up and ask for anything you were willing to give. Which usually lead to him fucking your mouth.

Today was no different. His eyes opened with the sunlight that bled through the bedroom curtains, his body feeling rested. His cock straining against the tight fabric of the underwear he’d been wearing because no matter how many times he begged, you refused to sleep next to him if he was completely naked. He let out a small groan. It got old being horny and having to make an important decision so early in the day. Sometimes he wished he could just control his dick’s hardness and make things easier. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day.

“Yuta…” you moaned, body rolling over slightly.

Yuta glanced over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, my love?” he asked.

When he received no response, he rolled over to face you, hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“Yuta,” you moaned a little louder this time.

His dick twitched in his pants.

“Don’t tease me so early baby, it isn’t nice,” he complained, trailing his fingers along the bare skin of your arm.

Again, he received no response.

He pursed his lips, eyes trailing over your body. You looked asleep but you sure sounded awake. Could you be teasing him because you knew he was horny? Could you actually be asleep? Could you be moaning his name in your sleep from a wet dream?

It proved the latter was the case as your hips suddenly jerked forward, a quiet mewl leaving your lips. The kind of sound that you made only when his lips were attached to your clit.

A smirk grew across his face and he leaned in close to your body to press his mouth against his ear.

“If you like what I’m doing in your dreams, wake up and we’ll make it a reality,” he whispered huskily.

Your eyes flew open almost instantly, lips parted as you took in a deep breath, your body shaking ever so slightly.

“Yuta?” you questioned.

“Hm?” he grunted, raising a teasing eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Eat me out.”

It was neither demand nor plea, and while Yuta would usually make you beg for him, he was feeling a little generous this morning.

“As you wish,” he winked, head disappearing beneath the blankets.

Doyoung

Originally posted here

Doyoung’s eyes cracked open blearily in the pitch black room, a scowl adorned on his lips as he glanced at the red letters flashing on the alarm clock. He had no idea what had woken him up from such a peaceful, much needed rest, but whatever it was seemed to have no effect on your figure lying curled into his side sweetly.

He sighed, jealousy at your uninterrupted sleep and the thought of possibly waking you up crossed his mind. However, you were even more cranky than he was when woken up in the dead of the night. If he woke you up for no good reason other than to make you suffer with him, he wouldn’t hear the end of it for the next month.

He sighed, rolling onto his side, careful not to disturb you as he moved. He curled his legs behind yours and draped an arm over your middle, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed against the mattress, eyes closing as sleep began overtaking him again. However, right as sleep began knocking on his door, he was roused again by the same noise that woke him to begin with.

A small, breathy moan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Doyoung,” your voice whispered.

It sounded odd. Too shaky and breathy to be the voice of someone who’d just woken up, but he answered nonetheless.

“Hmm?” he asked quietly.

He waited a moment for you to respond, but when he was met with silence, he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Silence met his ears again and he began to think that maybe he was hearing things when his name tumbled from your lips again, but this time, he knew exactly what had woken him up.

“Doyoung…” you moaned quietly, head digging into the pillow, your body shuddering slightly against him.

Part of him wanted to take you up and kick you out of bed, but he couldn’t deny the feeling your breathy moans stirred inside him. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you suffer in silence.

“(Y/N),” he whispered into the night.

No response. Instead, your back arched against his chest and he grit his teeth.

“(Y/N),” he called a bit louder.

This time, your voice hummed in response.

“Wake up so we can fuck,” he demanded.

You groaned in distaste.

“Go jack off in the bathroom.”

“And leave my girlfriend to get off in her dreams?” he asked, voice pitched higher, teasing.

You rolled over, eyes now wide and alert as you gawked at him.

“How did you know that?!” you hissed.

“Well when your moaning wakes me up, it’s kind of hard to miss,” he replied almost sarcastically.

You let out an embarrassed squeak that was silenced as his lips met yours in a piercing kiss.

“Now tell me, are we going back to sleep and pretending this didn’t happen or are we going to fuck until we’re satisfied and then sleep in in the morning?” he asked.

You took a moment to answer, almost as though you were weighing your options.

“Fuck me daddy.”

Jaehyun

Originally posted here

Sleep was something that had always come so naturally to Jaehyun that he had no idea what to do as he lay awake staring at the ceiling as you snored quietly beside him. He didn’t want to say he was jealous as you snoozed so soundly, practically dead to the world as your eyelids flickered with whatever dream you were having, but you just looked so peaceful while he struggled to put Donghyuck’s words out of his mind.

“Have any you ever tried 69ing with your partner?” the younger man had asked randomly earlier that day as the members and their significant others had sat down to eat lunch at a restaurant.

When everyone responded with questioning eyes with the exception of Johnny who’d likely educated him on the subject.

“It’s when you both give oral at the same time! Not only do you get to eat your partner out, but you also get to stuff her mouth and gag her with your own cock that she’s practically choking on as she moans! It’s so hot!” he had insisted.

Taeyong had scolded him for such talk, especially at the table, and everyone had sense tried to put it out of their minds, but Jaehyun just couldn’t. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was you choking on him, teas falling down your cheeks as he drove you to your third orgasm with just his mouth.

His body shuddered. Oh how he wanted to see you writhing as you struggled to get him off the same way he got you off. To see you squirm and moan and choke and-

“Jaehyun,” your breathless voice moaned, bringing the male back from his imagination, eyes glancing at your still sleeping body.

Had he imagined hearing you? Perhaps he had, thinking too much about how you’d sound choking on him-

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again, voice stretching out the syllables of his name in a drawn out whine.

He definitely heard that!

“Babe?” he asked quietly.

When you didn’t respond, he kept his eyes on you, waiting to see if you showed any other sign of being awake, but when a small snore left you, he let out a small sigh.

“Wistful thinking, Jaehyun,” he muttered to himself.

“Not so wistful,” your voice answered.

He jumped so hard at the sudden intrusion into his spoken aloud thoughts that he felt as though he’d jolted right out of his skin.

“You’re awake?!” he croaked, heart thundering in his chest.

“Mm.” you responded, resting your head on his arm and glancing up at him, your eyes lighting up in the darkness.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

You shook your head and he let out a sigh of relief.

“The thought of your cock down my throat and your lips on my clit did.”

He choked on his own saliva, eyes wide. Had you been dreaming about the same thing he’d been thinking?!

“You wanna try it?”

“Hell yeah!” you responded, kicking off the blanket.

Sleep was overrated when you two could be doing much more exciting things.

Jungwoo

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It had been a long day. Almost unbearably long. So when you both had walked through the threshold of your apartment, Jungwoo didn’t blame you for immediately pulling him to the bedroom and plopping down on the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Jungwoo, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep quite as fast.

With so many exhausting dance practices and constantly moving from one place to the next, his body had gotten used to staying up extremely late and waking up just as early the next morning. In fact, it had come to the point of almost calling himself an insomniac as he always struggled to shut his body down enough to get a few measly hours of sleep. This week off was hopefully going to help with that, but his first night on break was going to do nothing for his sleep schedule if he didn’t wind himself down as effectively as possible.

He stripped off his clothing, dropping them in your hamper by the sink in the bathroom before starting a warm shower and stepping inside. The water worked wonderfully on his muscles and he could feel himself relaxing, his mind becoming hazy as his body slumped against the shower wall.

It wasn’t often that he got the luxury of hot showers. He usually squeezed a shower in after practice after six other people had gone ahead of him. By that point, most of the hot water was long gone and he was left to shiver in the icy, moving in and out as quickly as possible. Tonight, however, the heat felt amazing. So amazing, in fact, that he felt his cock stir. The warmth of the water had, apparently, reminded his dick of your warm, moist walls and how snuggly they held him between them.

His shower ended not long after that. He didn’t bother jacking off. He wouldn’t be able to cum like he did with you, anyways, so there really wasn’t much point. Instead, he dressed in a pair of soft, fuzzy pajamas that you must have laid out for him earlier in the day and crawled into bed beside your sleeping body, casting you a soft smile as he got comfortable on his side, letting his eyes drift closed.

He still couldn’t sleep. But at least he was relaxed and comfortable. That had to account for something. And eventually he’d fall asleep.

“Jungwoo,” your voice mumbled incoherently.

“Did I wake you?” Jungwoo questioned in the darkness, eyes opening to glance at your still figure.

“Jungwoo,” your voice sounded again, except this time, it sounded like a-

A gasp tore past your lips and Jungwoo sat up straight, eyes scanning your body for whatever could possibly be making you make that noise.

“Oh Jungwoo,” you moaned, hips slowly beginning to grind against the air.

Pink seeped to Jungwoo’s ears. Y-you were…

Something in your dream must have snapped you awake because not five seconds later, you were sucking in a deep breath and looking around you, flustered as your eyes met his.

“Nice dream?” Jungwoo choked out.

You squirmed nervously, fidgeting with your fingers under the blanket.

“I-I… yeah,” you mumbled.

Jungwoo didn’t respond. His tongue felt tied to the roof of his mouth as he replayed your actions in his mind, his dick growing harder in his pants the more you thought about it.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled finally, breaking the silence.

Your eyes met his again, sympathy painting your features.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yes. Ride me,” he answered.

You certainly had no problem with that.

Mark

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Mark winced when the bathroom door slammed closed behind him. He had meant to close it gently, but as he clung to the towel around his waist, he seemed to have lost his hold on the door.

Nervously, he cast a glance in your direction, sighing when it appeared that you hadn’t even rolled over. It was late and he’d just gotten home. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up, for a multitude of reasons. One of them being you scolding him for staying out with the Dreamies so late. He just couldn’t help it. He felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever.

He padded across the floor to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers when he heard you shift under the blankets, his name falling from your lips in a whisper.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called, thinking you were awake.

When you didn’t respond, he thought you’d simply fallen back to sleep, that is, until a breathy moan stopped him dead in his tracks.

“(Y/N)?”

“Of fuck! Mark!” you called out, louder this time.

His mouth ran dry as spun around, eyes wide as they scanned your silhouette under the comforter. Your hips were moving, grinding against nothing, your fingers delicately clutching the top blanket as you threw your head back and moaned again.

Fuck…

Mark could feel his member hardening as he watched your body writhe on the bed, caught up in whatever dream Mark was doing. And damn, dream Mark seemed to be doing a damn good job.

“Mark please!” you begged, eyes still closed tightly.

Mark swallowed thickly, now torn between waking you up and fucking you senseless or simply getting himself off and waiting until morning to make your dream a reality. However as your eyes suddenly flew open, his question was answered for him.

“Mark?” you asked breathlessly.

A smirk crawled onto Mark’s face as he sat down on the edge of the bed, hand finding your thigh under the blankets.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered.

He let the towel drop from his body.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned before diving under the blankets.

He pushed your thighs apart and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jolt and whine before kissing up your body.

“How about you tell me what I was doing to you in your dream?” he asked, smirking.

You looked away as embarrassment crept up, but he caught your jaw, making you look at him.

“Tell me.”

“Y-you were eating me out, but you wouldn’t let me cum,” you whined.

His smirk only grew.

“Maybe we’ll have to try that next time,” he said before pressing his member into your heat, making your back arch off the bed in desire.

Haechan

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Sleep was hard to come by for Lee Donghyuck. One would think that after multipe schedules with multiple units he’d be completely tuckered out and seconds from sleep by the time he finally got home, which was partially true.

He was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleepy. Not yet at least. After so many schedules, dance practices specifically, he was wired, energy and adrenaline continuously pumping through his veins. It was his hope that taking a hot shower would wash away the energy and allow him to get some sleep, but as he settled into bed beside your sleeping body, he couldn’t keep away the wiggles.

He squirmed this way and that, but he tried not to move so much he woke you up.

“Hyuck…” your voice groaned.

He paused in his movements, stilling completely as he waited for you to chastise his movements and tell him to sleep on the couch if he couldn’t be still, something he was seriously considering, but when no other words left your lips, he just assumed you were sleep talking like you did at times. Except this time, instead of muttering something else incoherent, a low moan escaped your throat, making Donghyuck’s blood freeze momentarily.

When he did roll over, it was to smirk at your sleeping for, eyebrow raised as he waited for more of his favorite sounds to escape your perfect lips.

With another moan, Donghyuck was on you, hovering over your body as if he expected you to wake up any moment and give him that teasing grin you knew would get you in trouble. However, when you didn’t move, your still as relaxed as a sleeping person’s, he sighed. You weren’t awake. But… That didn’t mean he couldn’t wake you up.

Under the blankets, he shifted his body until his hips where between your spreak thighs. No more sounds had left your mouth and, for a moment, Donghyuck almost felt guilty about wanting you, however, as his cock strained against his too tight boxers, he knew he wasn’t about to use his hand to get himself off, especially not when you and your dreams had caused his issues to begin with.

“Babe.” he whispered, lowering his hips onto yours, pressing his clothed member against your underwear-clad core.

You didn’t respond, head lulling to the side.

Again, Donghyuck toyed with the thought of leaving you to sleep, feeling almost like a creep for being on top of you while you were sleeping, but as your back arched and a loud gasp left your lips, it was game over.

“Right there Hyuck!” you moaned out.

“(Y/N) Wake up!” he snapped, admittedly a little louder than he meant to.

Your eyes snapped open, immediately shrieking at the boy on top of you.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed.

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

Embarrassment crept onto your face, pulling a smirk onto Donghyuck’s.

“W-what?”

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

With a nod, Donghyuck made haste removing your clothes before pressing himself into your heat, drawing a long moan from your lips as you were finally filled.

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fairyofjaeyun · 3 years ago

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l t y ➳ long flight ☾

[23:22] now playing: long flight - lee taeyong

[warning] mommy kink, pegging, bulging, lingerie, kitten/kitty kink, spitting (lots of it), brief master kink, brief petplay, degrading, ass play, cock ring, handjob, blowjob (f receiving), mention of a safeword, rich!reader x goth!femboy!camboy!taeyong, camboy au (ft. other legal members of nct)

2nd person// 4.4k words

[a/n] here it is: the sub!taeyong we’ve all been waiting for! this another one of my personal favorites <3

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your porn options were getting cut short. not like there was a diverse amount of femdom porn, anyway. but nothing was satisfying you anymore. no matter what website you browsed, or what category, nothing was to your taste.

you gave your last hope to an amateur pegging video that seemed tasteful from the thumbnail and short clips that played, when an ad, specifically for a cam website, buffered instead.

you braced yourself for the annoying voice of some naked girl. who was either barely legal with horrifying childishness, or crusty as hell with botched lip fillers and some european accent telling you to "spit on your cock" or assume you were jerking off.

but instead a slim yet tall boy appeared. he seemed to be no older than mid-twenties with platinum blonde hair cut evenly into a bowl cut, as if his hairdresser had ocd. it was horrid yet... adorable? he didn't mutter a single word as he stroked his cock with a purple dildo stuffed inside him, only soft moans and exhales left him as he looked into the camera with pure bedroom eyes. his jaw hanging loosely.

"this is new..." you said, intrigued. quite turned on from the 15 second clip compared to the 15 minute video you originally clicked on. "imma just-" you exited the tab and pulled up a new one, typing in the website frantically.

cambabes.com

of course, a whole bunch of women pop up with bodies full of plastic with a couple of natural girls scattered here and there. but you're not here for them, obviously.

you continue to scroll until a handsome brunette boy catches your eye. he's skinny, very skinny. in the thumbnail he's fully clothed, a hand on his crotch area and his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. yet it holds so much submissive power. you were certain he was gay, until you saw the title of his livestream.

I need a mommy (╥﹏╥)

"no, this can't be real." you muttered to yourself, rubbing your eyes, expecting to reopen them and see that you were completely mistaken. apparently, you weren't. the same four words and emoticon stared at you, nagging at you to click on it.

and that's exactly what you did. it took an eternity to load but when it finally did, you were introduced to his naked upper half. his hand glided on his dainty chest, occasionally flexing and making his barely-there abs more prominent.

the camera quality wasn't the best. sometimes it lagged and froze, but you guessed that's what the overall aesthetic was supposed to be. his room was nice, though. it was illuminated by a bright red led sign that you couldn't fully read since it was cut off by his figure.

tips and comments came in like crazy once he touched his cock and he allowed such beautiful moans to come out of his moist lips. his moaning was like a pretty combination of masculine and feminine. sometimes one overpowered the other, making them more of a whine or grunt.

however, looking at the usernames, you realize most of the people watching him were male.

Put_it_in_U69 tipped $7:

why have a mommy when you could have a daddy?

OsakaPrince tipped $20:

I could treat you better than any woman can

80sDaddy: I know you want real dick you slut

he was clearly uncomfortable. he shifted and mumbled awkward thanks to those who tip him. his bright puppy eyes resembled disappointment even with the low camera quality. his strokes on his dick unconsciously getting slower and sloppier.

you took pity on him. and a few clicks and robot tests later, you did the unspeakable.

sunshinemommy tipped $100:

what a pretty baby boy you are ♡

you felt good about it. you watched as his eyes bulge and his body scoots closer to his laptop, squinting his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was reading. then, his lips curled into an adorable smile, the grip on his cock getting tighter.

"thank you, mommy." he beamed, beginning to pump himself again, a sinful moan going straight for your core.

you chuckled as a hand creeps down the waistband of your shorts. "you're welcome, baby boy."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

exactly one week later, you're on the same website watching that same boy, who goes by yongie. this time around things were more spicier.

"mommy..." he whimpered delicately, swiping his tongue across his top lip. the dildo shoved deep into his hole as he stuck his two fingers into his mouth.

he knows you're watching.

and he wants to put on the best show ever for you.

"you like that, mommy?" he asked, referring to him riding the 7 inch dildo, pretending it was your strap. if he closed his eyes tight enough and blocked out the sound of old men tipping him, he could picture your body beneath him, whispering dirty things to him. despite not knowing what you look like.

like was an understatement. you fucking loved the way he bounced up and down on the silicone object, clutching his tummy when he hit the right spot. there was no second thoughts when you opened up your wallet and splurged on the pretty boy.

sunshinemommy tipped $500:

mommy likes that very much. why don't you show mommy your pretty hole?

a small gasp is blown onto the mic when he sees how much you've sent him, nearly tearing up. "t-thank y-you, mommy." he choked out, quickly cumming shortly after.

he did what he was told and turned his backside towards the camera, before slowly lifting himself from the toy to show off his puckering hole for you. he was on the tighter side. must be a beginner, you thought.

he was younger than you by 4 years. and you'd be bluffing if you said that you didn't have a twisted fantasy of wanting to teach him. teach him the unholy ways to pleasure himself and others.

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saturday's are for the cam boys now. you'd wait patiently for yongie to upload around around his usual time—7 to 8 pm pacific time—occasionally checking out other cam boys.

you did find the boy with the bowl cut, jungwoo is his name. he was quite popular. getting spoiled every 5 seconds or so. but he didn't have that same spark as yongie did.

there was something about yongie that was so captivating. like a vibrant blue butterfly amongst the typical white or yellow ones. but not just with his looks, but his aura. he had big baby energy and you vibe with it.

you glanced at the clock on your macbook;11:21 pm, new york time. he's a little late today. you tapped your nails along the corner of the laptop, rhythmically, nearly shutting the laptop by grabbing it too forcefully once you saw the notification pop up on your screen.

you gasped. he had collected enough money to get a better camera, so you could see all of him in a better quality. but that's not all. his hair is dyed black to match the clip-on kitten ears and black tail plug he was wearing.

he stared into the camera as he fondled with his tail, an almost pure smile on his face. it only shines brighter once he sees your username on his monitor. "mmm~ master." he hums, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

your mouth still hung open as he started toying with the plug, taking it out more than halfway only to put it back in. a content sigh released from him. you weren't the only one going crazy about this either, the tips and heart eyes came in like a landslide.

but he didn't care about them. his focus was on you, and how you felt. did you like it? did he look good? were you turned on? were you still watching? the answer to all of those were a big yes.

all of your emotions jumbled together to create a cluster of horniness and desire. you couldn't help but imagine his skin on yours, your hands in his hair, your fingers in his mouth, his dick inside you. you wanted him, and you wanted him now.

sunshinemommy tipped $800:

look at my beautiful kitten ♡ message me later, kitty ;)

was this the right thing to do?

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the 7 hour flight to the city of so called angels was borderline unbearable. some naps were interrupted by crying toddlers and over enthusiastic fly attendants handing out peanuts, but it was worth it to see his face twinkle with giddiness at your figure standing before him. like an 11 year old boy meeting his star basketball player.

he was more ethereal in person. his jet black hair shielding his sparkly orbs framed by buffed out eyeliner along his lash lines, perfect proportioned nose, dainty lips tinted a deep red, killer jawline, a thick leather choker decorating his neck, and his frail figure made him seem straight out of an anime. only a scar on his left eye proved that he was indeed human.

"you're here!" he exclaimed, endearingly. you chuckled, letting your hand fall from your duffel bag. "I sure am." you replied rather awkwardly. your shoulders unnecessarily tense.

yongie outstretched his little arms, asking very politely, "may I hug you?" his bottom lip stuck out, uncontrollably, into a cute pout. "of course, baby." you let him wrap himself around you, his head resting on your chest. he felt safe in your embrace and with your hand carefully combing through his hair.

after the quick exchange of affection, he let you in his surprisingly small yet tidy townhouse. the first room you saw was the living room, which only had a couch and a shelf with a couple books piled up. all his furniture was black with no marks, scratches, stains, nothing.

even his wooden floors were spotless, freshly cleaned by the looks of it. you smiled to yourself, following him up the narrow stairwell to his room, his hand clutching onto yours.

behind the door, you were meet with the led sign that had been his main light source for his cam videos. you felt at peace finally knowing the iconic sign said; yes to all.

yongie adjusted the thick choker around his neck that constricted him as he gulped silently. you followed his eyes to the digital clock set on his nightstand. two minutes until you'd be fucking him in front of all his usual 5,000 viewers and it made your insides twerk with exhilaration.

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I can-" the certain tone and confidence in your voice interrupting him made his dick jump. "no. I want it." there's a quick stillness hanging over you two, a silence that spoke volume.

yongie felt like a dirty peasant in the presence of powerful queen who could easily tear him down, control him, and/or abuse him as she pleased. all with a single gaze. he fucking loved it.

"go ahead and get started, kitty. I want to see a quick show in person." you winked and sat down in a lounge chair across his bed, out of camera and with a perfect view of his monitor. he threw off his oversized shirt and pulled up his laptop and camera.

you licked your lips at his upper frame. he was smaller in person. easy to throw around and dominate.

he's now live, titling his stream special guest. he sat far enough so you could see his bulge poking against his joggers and he lets his hand glide over it for a quick tease. a low groan coming from his throat.

it didn't take long to get a good chunk of viewers to start asking about his guest. "you'll see her in a second." he assured, playing with the waistband of his pants. pulling it away from his skin to reveal a black lace material before snapping it back.

he tugs at his bottom lip, tasting some of the chemicals that stained them, before spinning himself around onto his hands and knees, his ass facing the camera. he glances at you momentarily, a roguish smirk intriguing you, then pulls down his expensive pants to reveal a sexy lace thong attached to sheer stockings, the straps framing his ass cheeks.

you eyed the masterpiece, tongue in cheek, as he started groping himself. a light smack reverberates throughout the room when he spanks himself, a tiny squeak jumping up your throat as the urge to fuck him gets stronger. but you collected yourself by squeezing the little armrests of his chair, your knuckles nearly bursting with white.

yongie starts to rub his hole through his panties, a precious moan spilling from his lips as he gazed intently into the camera. stealing a quick glimpse at you every now and then, feeling motivated by your hungry stares.

suddenly, you are sprung to your feet, throwing off your clothes and commanding him to turn around. he does so with ease, resting his back against the wall, his legs spread and a cheeky smile on his face as he watched the excited comments about finally hearing your voice.

at that moment, you climb on top of him. his soft eyes focusing on your wine colored set covering the juiciest parts of your body. the black surgical mask you brought was still buried deep inside your carry on, your privacy no longer being a concern for you.

all you wanted was to make your baby boy feel good and mark your territory, to show his nasty viewers who he belonged to. that they could tip and comment all they want, but they will never get to touch him like you do.

yongie couldn't help but kiss you, it felt right. your lips molded flawlessly against each other. you could feel his passion and gratitude seeping through as his hands grab hold of your waist. you rest your hands on his shoulders as you glide your tongue along his bottom lip, granting access to the inside of his mouth.

he pulls away with a smile and a short gasp for air. you outline the lace material on his hips. "let's take these off." he raises his hips to let you slide the underwear off, his cock springing up once it's released, a small pearl of precum already spilling down his tip.

you press a finger against his slit gathering up the sticky substance. "already excited?" you tease, playing with it briefly before wiping it on his lower abdomen. "I've been excited."

you grab his jaw, half surprised it didn't cut you, and open his mouth. you gather a thick wad of saliva on your tongue and let it pass your mouth and form into a long string. you watch it drip down onto yongie's eager tongue so he could swallow it. a seductive hum enchanting you as he felt your dna drip down his throat.

the pads of your finger carefully caress his protruding jawline, tracing it lovingly from beneath the lobe of his pierced ear to the center of his chin. traveling north until half of your index finger was engulfed into his mouth. his puffy lips wrapped around your knuckle and leaving a dull, red ring all the way around. he mewled like a cheap slut with two fingers thrusting themselves against the base of his tongue, eyes sealed shut.

yongie releases them with a satisfying pop! and a puddle of spit coating his chin. he doesn't bother to wipe it off. his lips part and moan oh so sweetly, "mommy." it bubbles up your arousal, your stomach fluttering and core dripping all from a simple word.

yongie could visibly see your eyes go a shade darker, making his teeth pull on his lower lip. another moan is released when you slowly jerk him off. the edge of your lips couldn't help but curl themselves as his delicate fingers interlaced with yours. you happily massaged baby circles below his thumb, and yongie could've sworn he melted.

you noticed the fairly used bottle of lube chilling on his nightstand nearby and grabbed it, popping off the cap and instantly being hit with the fruity scent of mangoes, then get a good amount lined up along his shaft. he slightly shivered from the cool liquid, squeezing your hand briefly until his body got used to it.

the quick motions of your hands made him suck in a huge breath and twist his hips. "so you're a sensitive kitty." you said in a teasing manner, giggling after he moaned. you peeked at his monitor and acknowledged just how fine he looked beneath you. how his jaw clenched, tongue in cheek, with that perfect hair shielding his eyes, and how the choker clasped onto his throat, was so dreamy.

one of your hands start to wonder between his legs, and he happily spreads them for better access, bringing his knees to his chest. an undeniable thrill bursting beneath him. his hole puckered for you, and you ran an finger over it then shoved the tip inside, noticing the damp moisture and how loose he felt. "couldn't wait, slut?" he mewled at the name and unannounced slap to his thigh. a rosy pink tinting his skin. "I'm sorry..."

your head turns towards the laptop, glancing between the camera and comments that came in at least thirty at a time, searching for a suggestion. absentmindedly rubbing and teasing yongie's hole.

Jefferrrrrrryy: looks like someone needs a punishment

YangYangGangGang: uh-oh he touch without mommy's permission（*/∇＼*）

fullsunhyuck: don't let the slut cum

strwbrrybun: tie him up @.@

Subby_Seo: wait I just got here why is he being punished???

NanasCream tipped $15:

fuck him til he can't walk uwu

Mr_Moooon: what does the sign say?

Honeyy10: what a pretty femboy,, he's straight from an anime 😻😻

Honeyy10: PLEASE fist him !!!

Honeyy10: and mommy is pretty too!

a loud, desperate cry snatched back your attention. a smile on your face now that you have the perfect idea of what to do to your little boy. "please, mommy." finally, you shift your figure towards him, a cold expression overtaking your features. "please what, yongie? I cant figure out what you want unless you tell me."

your tone made him quiver, immediately moaning a response, shamelessly. "please fuck me hard, mommy. I've been a good boy." you lift an eyebrow with an almost amused look, responding with, "oh, really? are you sure? because good boys don't fuck themselves without permission like a slut. are you a good kitten or a slut?" it's like those words went straight to his dick, making him thrust into nothing but the still air, whining lewdly. "kitty's a slut, a nasty slut."

strangely, he sounds precious. his pretty face and whiny voice almost make him seem sinless. it was time to ruin him. "so, mommy will treat you like a nasty slut." you rub his thigh shortly before fetching the toys you brought in your duffel bag; a plug, cockring, and of course, the strap.

yongie watched with heart eyes as you stepped into and adjusted the strap-on to your pelvis. however, his face nearly fell on the spot when you spun around and showed him the purple cockring dangling between your fingers. he didn't even acknowledge the plug or lengthy, matching dildo. "please, no." he whines with his best pout.

"you broke a rule," you replied, quickly. dipping yourself back into the bed and grabbing his shaft, feeling him pulse and wince. "if it's too much, just say your safeword." he physically relaxes, but still pouts as you slip on the cursed contraption.

next, you raised his legs again and teased his traces his entrance with your lube-coated fingers. the little boy goes silent once you easily slipped two fingers inside him, his mouth becoming a baby 'o.' out of curiosity, you added another finger, and much to your surprise, it goes in smoothly, hitting the perfect spot that makes him twitch and mewl.

"you're so fucking loose." you growl, now thrusting your digits repeatedly onto his prostate. "y-yes! kitty is l-loose....m-mommy... yes!" he babbles, arching his back significantly. he nearly cries when your fingers depart, until they're replaced with the black butt plug that enters him satisfyingly.

you caress his tiny ass, lightly massaging before traveling down to his cute stockings. "sit on your heels, baby." he obeyed, immediately, not catching on to your trick. although, as soon as his heels touch his butt, he feels an unexpected wave of pleasure, causing him to yelp suddenly. that position made it perfect for the toy to strike his prostate. "sit, pet." you said softly whilst pushing down his shoulders. he whimpered in protest but didn't resist.

with a tight hand still squeezing his shoulder, you stroke the fake cock in front of you, hovering it above his mouth. yongie's eyes instantly concentrates on your cock, his mouth parts slightly and his eyes droop low, waiting to give the best head ever. but being a tease is just too much fun. instead of fulfilling his needs, you rub it all over his face, and slap him with it. basically putting it everywhere except for his mouth.

but once his pleading eyes grow stronger, you finally give him the opportunity to suck you off. he went all in, swallowing a good portion before his gag reflex decided to come out and play. then, bobbed his head consistently as you caressed his hair. "good boy." he looked up with big, glossy eyes, eyelashes fluttering at your praise. you thrust your hips a little, face fucking him at a steady pace, not too overwhelming, watching his spit bubbling up around the edges of his mouth.

you pull away, having him release your toy with a nice smack of his lips. then, swish your tongue around and pulled down his chin once more. yongie shuts his eyes and tilts his head, anticipating another kiss, but jolts instead when more saliva is spat directly into his mouth.

people went crazy over that, and more views kept coming in like a landslide.

bbylionmark: I want someone to spit in my mouth :((

bbylionmark: spit in my mouth mommy

OsakaPrince tipped $25:

shit, maybe I need a mommy 😳

big_dick_Lucas: can I be next mommy???

PrinceHendery tipped $12:

I am in LOVE (♥ω♥*) also watch yourself osaka I'm the only prince here (T^T)

LetsWinWin: that guy looks familiar.....

you thank everyone for the tips and support. "I think we should give them a grand finale, don't you think?" you tilt yongie's chin towards the chat, the rising number of viewers making him gulp. he hums, thoughtfully, his tip becoming red and angry from the thought of you inside him. "yes.... ruin me, mommy."

you flipped him over, eagerly. your teeth tugging on your lower lip as you pulled the plug from his stretched walls. he moans once he's emptied, and clenches around nothing as he gapes, beautifully. you collect all the excess lube that had spread itself around his rim, then push two digits inside him to tease. yongie wiggles his ass so he could feel you explore his walls that pleaded for your thick cock to fill him.

and that's exactly what he gets. you line the thick strap to his entrance, a comforting hand on his hip as you pushed all 9 inches through his walls. with an empty sob, he successfully swallows your length, gasping when he felt the tip poke against the inside of his stomach. you waited a couple seconds before thrusting your hips, steadily.

the infamous sound of skin slapping skin combined with yongie's slutty noises were almost surreal. you peeked at the monitor, eyes lighting up when you see your strap bulge inside of him. his eyes are already beneath his sockets, his jaw stuck open. you yanked his hair, forcing him to view himself. "look at how beautiful and slutty you are. look at my big cock bulging beneath your little tummy, ruining your insides." he whimpers at your words and his reflection, putting a hand on his stomach, feeling your cock rubbing against his flesh.

"m-mommy—mommy fucks.... g-good." he mumbles, arching himself into you. a small drop of spit dripped down his chin as he continued to watch you pound into him with a completely fucked out expression. tears welled up along his lash line, and the cock ring and tight choker seemed as they were closing in on him, as he felt his release already begin to climax.

his whimpers quickly became loud cries of pleasure, his arms almost giving out as you held him in place. "m-mommy kitty is— k-kitty is..." he stutters then breaks into a desperate cry. you lower your lips to his pierced ear and ordered him seductively, "cum my little kitten." you removed the ring and he came on the spot, bursting long white ribbons all over the bed set. he immediately buried his head between his shaky arms to collect himself, gasping as you removed your cock from his walls.

after gathering the strength, he peeped at his laptop, his eyes widening once he realizes the significant amount of money and views he's gathered. without a word or single glance to his comments demanding your orgasm, he turns off his camera and shuts his laptop, immediately embracing you. "yongie—" you started with a puzzled expression before he whispered into your chest. "thank you, thank you for everything. that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life, and I've had a lot." he ends with a giggle, then nuzzles his face deport into your boobs.

"oh, silly kitty. I should be the one thanking you." you pat his head, lightly ruffling his silky hair before giving him a kiss. "just accept my gratitude and cuddle me." you chuckle, and guide his naked body towards the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around him. you give him I last peck to his cheeks before listening closely to his steady breath as you both slowly drifted off to sleep, the long, upcoming flight no longer existent in your consciousness.

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adopting a dog as a family | j.s

➸ request from anon; i love your new puppy! can you do a imagine of them adopting a new pet? you can do whichever member you want! <3

➸ note; ah i love her too🥺 maybe not when she scratches me all over… anyway i really really see the suh family having a dog! i hope you enjoy and thank you for waiting for so long! <3

➸ word count; 1286 words

➸ jude; aged 15, verity & katie; aged 4

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Ever since you’d started dating you and Johnny had talked about getting a dog.

Johnny had grown up with a dog in Chicago, so it only seemed natural that he pictured your future life and family with a dog in it.

‘What breed of dog would we get?’ You ask while you’re cuddling one night.

‘Hmm, is a Labrador too basic?’ Johnny muses, pursing his lips in thought.

‘I like golden retrievers,’ you smile, shuffling closer to him.

‘They’re so cute,’ he grins, ‘and they’re nice dogs. But I guess I’d hope to rescue a dog. So whatever we fine and get along with is a good fit.’

Now nearly fifteen years later, you were happily married with three beautiful children, your oldest son Jude was thirteen and your twin girls were four.

The girls loved dogs. Whenever you saw a dog on the street, regardless of size or age, they would point and squeal about the ‘puppy.’ Most dog owners found it extremely endearing, and Verity and Katie were always confident and gentle with the dogs once they were petting them. Johnny found it so heartwarming seeing his little girls so happy with animals.

All the more reason to convince you to get a dog. You and Johnny had both agreed that now was a great time to get the dog, as your kids were old enough. You secretly visited your local shelter multiple times over the course of several weeks, meeting with workers and getting approved for adoption.

Eventually, your family get the green light, and you’re ready to choose your new addition.

‘Jude, it’s not a discussion,’ you say sternly, ‘you’re coming to get groceries with us whether you like it or not.’

Your teenager rolls his eyes, ‘why do I have to come? You don’t usually make me come.’

‘Your sisters want you to come with,’ you lie, knowing his soft spot, ‘just this once, I’ll buy you whatever you want for dinner while we’re there.’

‘Ugh, ok, fine,’ Jude grumbles, ‘give me five minutes to get ready.’

You sort out the girl’s coats and shoes while Jude sorts himself out.

’Suhs! Let’s go!’

The five of you head out to the car, piling in together. Your usual grocery store isn’t too far from your house, maybe twenty minutes or so, but the shelter is located in the city, which was around an hour away. You knew it was a matter of time before your children became suspicious of why the journey was taking so long.

‘Dad,’ Jude pipes up after a short while, ‘you missed a turn.’

‘I didn’t,’ Johnny replies, prompting Jude to furrow his eyebrows.

‘You just drove past the store…’

‘We’re going to a different store.’

This seems to shut Jude down a bit, because he just goes back to scrolling on his phone.

You pull into a parking space next to the shelter. Verity had dozed off at this point, so Jude gently shakes her shoulder to wake her.

‘Cmon kids,’ Johnny gets out the car, walking around to open Katie’s side door.

‘You don’t have to help me daddy,’ she chirps, ‘I’m a big girl now.’

‘I know! Just didn’t want you to fall.’

Jude helps Verity out while you take Katie’s hand, leading her towards the building.

‘Why are we here?’ Jude asks Johnny, ‘this isn’t a grocery store?’

Johnny just feigns ignorance, shrugging.

The second you open the door you’re greeted by the sound of distant dog barks.

‘Hi,’ you greet the receptionist, ‘we’re the Suhs.’

‘Oh of course! I’ll go grab Eunha, she’ll be helping you guys today.’

Eunha is the volunteer who assists you meeting the dogs, and she leads you into the large room where the dogs are kept in pens.

‘Doggies,’ Verity murmurs excitedly, bouncing up and down on her feet, squeezing her brothers hand.

‘Mum/mom, why are we here?’ Jude asks you quietly, ‘what’s going on?’

You turn around, bending down to the girls’ height.

‘You see all these puppies and doggies here?’

The girls nod, while Jude looks like he’s putting the pieces together in his head.

‘We’re going to meet a lot of them today, alright? And then, if there is one that you make friends with, we may be able to have them come live with us! What do you think about that?’

’Will they live with us forever?’ Katie asks innocently.

‘For a long time, yes,’ Johnny smiles, reaching down to stroke his daughter’s hair.

‘We have quite a few dogs that we believe would be suited for your family,’ Eunha takes the five of you into a separate room, which is a quieter space so you can have one on one with the dogs.

‘We have a four year old cocker spaniel at the minute, she’s a female and she’s just so well-natured and sweet, I think that she would really fit well into a family home.’

‘What’s her name?’ Johnny asks.

‘It’s Millie,’ Eunha smiles, ‘I really like playing with her.’

‘We would love to meet her,’ you add.

‘Alright! I’ll go grab her for you.’

‘What do you guys think of having a cocker spaniel?’

’A ‘ker spaniel?’ Verity’s eyebrows are furrowed.

‘It’s a kind of dog, Vev,’ Johnny explains.

‘Oh.’

Eunha returns a few minutes later, a black cocker spaniel in tow on a lead.

‘This is Millie!’

Millie is medium sized, around thigh height for the twins, and has a black coat. She looks healthy, if not a little apprehensive.

‘She came here after her elderly owner passed away, and her remaining family didn’t have the facilities to look after her properly.’

Millie tentatively tries to wander over to you, and Eunha lets go of the lead.

‘Be gentle, girls,’ you mumble, knowing that your two girls may potentially get too overexcited, ‘just be patient.’

‘Hi Millie,’ you slowly extend your hand and let her smell it.

Verity is curled into your side while Katie’s in Johnny’s arms, watching the scene.

Millie takes a couple of sniffs and so you take the chance to stroke the top of her head. Her tail wags and she shuffles closer to the five of you.

‘Put your hand out for her baby,’ Johnny encourages Katie, showing her the action. Millie accepts them too, gradually starting to open up to you all.

‘I’ve brought some toys if you want to have a play with her,’ Eunha places an assortment of dog toys on the ground, ‘but I’ll give you guys some time with her!’

She leaves the room, and you encourage the kids to go ahead and play with the toys.

The girls are far more apprehensive than Jude, who goes straight for a plushie laying on the floor.

‘Come on Millie, you wanna play?’

‘Go on girls, don’t you wanna play with Millie?’ You push gently, and they join their brother on the floor.

‘Do you guys like her?’ Johnny asks after a few minutes of excited playing and giggling.

’She’s great, dad,’ Jude grins, ruffling the hair on top of Millie’s head.

‘I love her, mummy/mommy,’ Verity chirps.

‘Is she going to be ours?’ Katie asks.

‘It looks that way angel,’ Johnny pats her head, ‘is that what you want?’

All three kids nod their heads vigorously.

‘It probably won’t be for a few weeks though, but when she comes home she’ll be ours forever!’

Eunha reenters the room not long later, beaming at the scene of the five of you sitting on the floor with Millie.

’So.. I see things have gone well!’

‘It looks like we’ll hopefully be adding her to our family,’ you smile.

And a few weeks (and many shopping trips later) Millie comes to her forever home.

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