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[winwintea]

nct vs haunted house (who you picking to go with you?)

pairing ↬ ot25 nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)

tags ↬ cussing, i roast everyone (sorry not sorry)

author’s note ↬ very lax and lazy shitpost. can y'all pretend like i posted this before november 1st to spare me the embarrassment and shame, thanks. also in no apparent order so you might have to dig for your member. this is the first time i've posted for all the members... also only seen the wayv and dream haunted house videos so it might not be fully accurate.

sakuya

nah why the hell would you pick him. this shit is gonna make a bolt for it and leave you alone inside to defend for yourself. if it's a haunted house walkthrough, he's gonna speedrun it and save himself, not you. if it's a horror escape room he's probably gonna get jumpscared, but will distract himself by laughing at you. NOT HELPFUL AT ALL, somehow manages to break everything. (0/10 partner, made me cry afterwards. this is why i hate children /j)

winwin

you've got like a 50/50 chance of surviving this thing. winwin's scared out of his wits when it comes to haunted houses, but in an actual stressful situation he thinks very logically. given the right circumstance, he doesn't make dumb choices, and can actually progress through the haunted house fairly easy. his only flaw is that when he gets jumpscared he has extreme reactions and always is on the floor. (6/10 partner, just make sure he isn't pulling you to the ground as well.)

haechan

no sane person would pick him, are you okay? i mean he's kinda unpredictable. either cackling and laughing his ass off or sobbing or straight faced the whole time. when he's scared he demands to be carried, like tf? thought you were supposed to protect me. whatever. actually kinda smart and helpful though like if you're lucky you two can get out just fine. (7/10 partner, because at least he isn't gonna leave you alone to die, you'll die together.)

doyoung

get ready for snarky comments on everything, "i wonder if these people are getting paid minimun wage." or "whoever designed this place needs to go to jail why is everything so ugly looking." he's a NERVOUS WRECK though. starts yapping when he's scared. telling the scare actors to "wait pls" (they won't love you like i love you) they don't listen to him though... very tense, movements are stiff, he has like a 25% chance of actually being helpful. (2.5/10 partner, someone tell him to move faster.)

jaehyun

you picked the nonchalant king himself! he'd probably be a bit scared, maybe a few jerks or flinches from the jumpscares, but nothing too bad. probably laughs at the actors or at the situation, but it's not a mocking laugh. very helpful and you'll definitely make it out of there alive! if you're easily scared no worries! he'll be fine carrying you if he has to. give yourself a pat on the back, you picked well. (10/10 partner i have no complaints)

jisung

someone save this poor baby and you because you two are also not making it out alive today. not very loud screams, but oh my god he clutches his chest and bucks his knees like he's heard the worst news of his life. 15,000 mental breakdowns in the span of a minute. asks random obvious questions and is curious about everything. he's too lost in his own head and thoughts to be really helpful, plus he's too scared to try anything so you really aren't progressing further unless you lock in. (2/10 partner, i love you ji but i gotta survive)

riku

honey idk who lied to you but riku is not brave at all. another stumbler, he's tripping all over the place, sometimes you wonder whether it's on purpose or not. no cause this man spends more time on the floor then actually on his feet. when he's collected himself and believes that there's no reason to be scaried he's gonna aegyo his ass off. which doesn't work lol. might as well use him as a meat shield atp. (3/10 partner, good meat shield /j)

yushi

also a 50/50. very very very helpful and knowledgeable when it comes to solving clues and mysteries. but when it comes to progressing forward and interacting with the scare actors he's not in his element. asks "who's there" as if anyone would answer. also in denial half of the time, "oh it's not that sc- AHJH SHHHH-" runs around and clings to something, probably your arm. (7/10 partner, just the two of us, we can make it if we try! )

hendery

i asked to survive not a distraction for my fears and worries. why is bro singing???? we're supposed to be working and solving the puzzles, no more distractions pls!! he's going to terrorize you just because it's funny, but i'm in a haunted house NOT A COMEDY CLUB. when it comes to solving clues he cooks dogshit!! nobody let him back into a haunted house thanks! (0/10 partner, i need the scare actor to mercy kill me atp)

chenle

why. you know better than to pick him. 100% will scream as loud as he can and sacrifice you in -119 seconds. laughing mess. he's like sakuya and will leave you to fend for yourself. he dngaf. will also terrorize you because it's "funny". unless it's a competition he will not help you at all and pretends like he's helping but he's not doing anything except goofing around. try again. (-143/100 partner, except he doesn't love you like in the skz song)

johnny

you make it out of there purely off of johnny’s dumbass luck. i’m serious. as soon as he’s jump-scared he puts his hands up and turns around like “helll naahhhh” and then he starts scolding the scare actor like he’s their dad ???? or something ?? why the fuck did this turn into a big ass therapy session about how the scare actor could turn their life around and use their talents for something more rewarding in life? (9/10 partner, you only make it out of there because the scare actor tearfully tells you the answers to all the clues and promises johnny he’ll work on bettering himself.)

kun

if you thought his leader mode self would activate you are wrong. completely wrong. first of all he TRIES to act calm and mature, but fails miserably. also he forces you to do everything, go first, because bro is ACTUALLY A COWARD ISTG. at least he's pretty decent at solving problems, but when he gets jump-scared he's too terrified to function, like if was by himself he would get himself killed. (-4/10 partner, i asked for a good partner not a manchild)

yuta

going with the other non-chalant king is also a fairly good choice! except he's even more unbothered and unfazed than jaehyun, you're wondering if you should be more scared of him than the actors. feel bad for the actors though like they get a kick out of scaring people and he's just like "heh. that's funny" not very helpful with puzzles though so you might have to do that yourself! (8/10 partner, you'll probably survive, but you'll do most of the work unfortunately.)

renjun

i think the only other person you could pick that's worse than him on this list is taeyong. CONSTANTLY CLINGING TO YOUR ARM. savagely trying to crack jokes but is scared out of his wits for sure. he's okay with solving clues, renjun is smart, just don't pressure or tease him or he might actually snap. honestly just don't pick renjun to be your partner. (-127/10 partner, why are we still here? just to suffer?)

taeyong

you are 100 percent getting killed today !! congratulations !! or maybe you wanted that? poor bubu was not cut out for this line of work okay. he screams the loudest screams you've ever heard, does not function normally after the first scare. you could've picked anyone else and maybe you would've had a 99.99% chance of dying instead of 100. (-553/10 partner, PICK BETTER PLEASE. i'm so fucking mad /hj)

ten

he's a runner he's a track star !! he's literally a cat. what else did you expect? him to not be a scaredy cat? when u call him out for being unhelpful or too scared he'll gaslight tf out of you. he'll also deflect and start saying everything you're doing wrong as if you aren't the ONLY PERSON DOING ANYTHING AT ALL?? “stop pushing me” EXCUSE ME? YOU PUSHED ME? makes me so mad, but at least he sometimes is helpful i guess. (-40/10 partner, you should know better than to pick him.)

sion

better than kun maybe on par with winwin i'd say. his leader mode is definitely more active here, also tries to play up and be brave, gets scared very easily but it's okay. he reacts quickly and that's honestly all that matters in a haunted house bc if you can get out of that inital shock and think logically about the situation you can survive about anything. very good with puzzles i don't think he's a bad option! (8/10 partner, jaehyun maybe enlisting in a couple of days but at least we have sion)

jeno

might be the one of the best options out of all of these clowns. but again nct is a circus and they are so unpredictable. i would feel safe with jeno though. he's suspiciously quiet, and not very reactive when it comes to the scares. very smart too like he solves the puzzles in seconds too. take jeno with you and you are LIVING TO SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! (12/10 partner, very satisfied would recommend. )

xiaojun

you picking xiaojun is like whoever tf seulgi is singing to that knows 28 reasons to run away but chooses to depend on her anyways. LIKE CMON. xiaojun definitely scares himself. also he's really loud in general like you need something to shut him up with. bad at puzzles, okay with scares, idk if you're gonna survive broski. (2/10 partner, maybe xiaojun has dumb luck and you'll survive, who knows.)

ryo

way more mature than sakuya, i'm convinced you will actually survive! this little maltese is very brave and will definitely go first if you're too scared. also willing to throw hands but let's talk about that later you will make it out of there in decent time, and not struggle that much. may get a little bit scared, but he regains his courage very easily! (10/10 partner, guys i love ryo a lot. he's literally my child.)

jaemin

yes jaemin is a good pick, he’s not that phased by scare actors and will even try to talk to some of them about their day. spreads positivity but will probably mock you for being too scared if you get scared by the jump-scares. if you can deal with that you should be fine. he’s not as good as jeno is with the puzzles but can hold his own weight fairly well. “can we go again?” absolutely not. (8/10 partner, would’ve been higher but for that last comment he’s getting marked down a couple of points.)

jungwoo

just because this man isn’t vocal when he’s scared does not mean he isn’t shitting himself right now. instead of screaming, he opts to stumble and fall instead. any little noise will make him jump, even if it’s caused by himself. closes his eyes because “i can’t get scared if i can’t see them!” he was incorrect. jungwoo can in fact get scared if he can’t see them. (0/10 partner, no negatives for jungwoo but you probably won’t survive.)

mark

best option in my opinion. the only leader who calms down the fastest and reacts the best. i mean he deals with haechan and chenle on a daily basis so he has some practice. all his years of testing his patience has prepared him for this moment. deep inside he’s paranoid as hell, but that really doesn’t distract him from getting you two out of there as quickly as he can. extremely motivated and works hard to solve the puzzles. (17/10 partner, much better than his egg making abilities!)

jaehee

he thought it was going to be fun. it was not. “this was NOT a good idea. oh MY GOd-“ pointing to every little thing, “did you see that”. okay but his prediction game is kinda on point though. thanks to his paranoia he manages to predict all the jumpscares. so eventually you two come up with a plan to scare the actors themselves which actually works surprisingly, and lessens your worries about the whole thing. maybe it was fun after all. (8/10 partner, you got banned from coming back though)

yangyang

now most of y’all might think that yy will whine and scream and cry in a haunted house. and, you’re not wrong! but in terms of the pussy-ness scale against the rest of these clowns, yangyang is actually pretty good at this. he’ll flinch, react, scream, and run away, but he takes the lead. willingly to go first, even if he himself is shaking in his thousand dollar shoes the entire time. good at puzzles too! (7/10 partner, so good so bad like whatever zb1 said!)

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[softsan]

[5:34 PM] - Prince!Xiaojun sat behind his desk, his brows knitted together whilst anxiously awaiting news of you. He had attempted to look over the court documents that were splayed across the mahogany wood but was unable to remain attentive to the task at hand.

He shouldn’t have agreed to let you go on the expedition to the lowlands. Despite your reassurance that you were more than capable of handling anything that may have been thrown at you, Prince!Xiaojun was at unease.

You had been faithfully serving Prince!Xiaojun as a knight since both of you were teenagers. You were incredibly skilled with a blade and equally talented with a bow. He trusted you with every fibre of his being—you were his beloved friend and his closest confidant.

Advisor Kun came into the Prince!Xiaojun's private chambers unannounced a letter from Prince!Xiaojun's dearest in Kun’s hands. Advisor Kun had long counselled the prince that you and he were from different classes. Prince!Xiaojun would someday be king, and you would remain as a knight only, but Kun’s direction fell on deaf ears. Prince!Xiaojun was undoubtedly in love with you, and no matter the amount of forewarning Kun provided, that heartbreak would be inevitable, Prince!Xiaojun refused to let go of his feelings for you.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” Prince!Xiaojun crossed his arms.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind, certainly not if I possess this?” Kun flashed the sealed envelope from beneath his robes.

 Prince!Xiaojun's eyes widened, ordering Kun to pass him the letter immediately. His fingers tingle with anticipation as he traced the wax seal. The letter was for sure from you.

My Dearest Xiaojun. 

Prince!Xiaojun's heart pounded, a smile lifting his lips.

Advisor Kun let out a defeated sigh. No happiness could ever blossom between you and Prince!Xiaojun—and Kun wasn’t looking forward to watching such a tragic tale unfold before him.

[hxt1b]

Smiles

Xiaojun x Reader ft Jacob (The Boyz)

Requested Prompt 22 soulmate AU

Genre: Angst with happy ending.

WC: 4.9k

Warning: Swearing, suggestive.

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Please excuse any grammatical error

The thing they don't tell you about your soulmate is that they don't have to like you back at all. They don't have to want you back, they aren't obligated to you and they don't owe you shit.

You wish someone had had the sense to explain this to you before you filled your head with this idyllic situation, in which you would see the boy you're destined to be with and the world would click into place.

Xiaojun was preppy, a constant smile glued to his face. A smile that always made it to his eyes and lit the room that he was in, a smile that made everyone around him smile. A real smile, a beautifully cruel real smile.

It wasn't his only smile though, he had another one. One that he reserved for you, one where his lips tilted up to one side, one he would show you in the dark before he'd leave you when the light came.

That smile was ugly, that smile was reserved for the one that trapped him. That made him feel like he was suffocating like he was losing control.

You were that one.

The world frowns upon the rejection of a soulmate, Xiaojun knew that.

That doesn't mean he didn't reject you though. It just means that he rejected you behind closed doors.

It just meant that you had to keep your tears to yourself, because the embarrassment of it was too much, the pain of it too raw.

You let your forehead touch the cool wall of the shower, the water turning cold from how long you'd been in there.

Your skin was wrinkled and your limbs shivering, but you made no move to get out. Xiaojun would be waiting outside, he was over a couple of times a week.

"It's not like I can just freely do anything with anyone anymore, so we might as well use each other in the ways that we can."

You closed your eyes before plunging your head until the cold spray, trying your best to let your thoughts give way to the sound of the water.

It didn't work. It never worked.

You cursed your heart for loving his warm touches, for loving the way his lips felt against yours, your own body fucked you over when it came to it.

You were very much defenceless against Xiaojun.

Running your fingers over the mark on your collarbone, you cursed it as well. Wasn't the universe supposed to know what it was doing? Wasn't it not supposed to make mistakes?

You took a second to gather yourself before you turned the water off. You took your time drying off before leaving your bathroom.

He was waiting for you as you expected, fallen back into your bed, his legs off the end. He was scrolling on his phone his face pinched in concentration. He didn't even turn to you as you stepped into your own room.

Shaking your head to try and not give it thought you crossed your room towards your closet. As you tried to pick something to wear you heard him get off the bed and come towards you. His fingers tugging at your towel, you let him.

"You took really long in there." He said, no longing in his voice. Those words were not said the way you once dreamt someone would say them to you.

You could, however, detect the lust, you knew that if you turned around and looked at his face you would see his darkened eyes, the hunger in them for sex.

You weren't someone he loved or cherished you were just a plaything for him, one that he was given when he didn't ask.

The unwanted Christmas gift.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you let the towel drop as he tugged on it once last time. You let his hands roam the expanse of your cold skin. Closing your eyes and forcing trying to create some kind of mental shield you let his lips trail warm kisses down your jaw.

—

In the beginning, you'd tired, you'd made every effort you could think of. Asking him to see a movie with you, or go to a festival, even offered to pay. But he turned down each one.

Somehow today he'd asked you to come with him to the club, but of course, that was nothing for you to get your hopes up. You had let them though, only for it all to slap you in the face.

You'd spent three hours getting ready, only for him to ignore you for the night and flirt with other girls, but you should have expected it. You were still unsure as to why he even took you out.

You watched from the bar, a glass of water in your hand that you slowly sipped on.

Your anger was starting to bubble up in the pit of your stomach, it heated your skin as it slowly spread across your body making its way to your brain.

You weren't someone that easily got mad, in fact, you were really patient with people. Sometimes too patient.

You finally saw red, when Xiaojun dipped his head to a girls face pulling her against his as they danced, his lips brushing against hers.

You sneered at the distant couple before pushing off the bar and looking around the room.

Why was he the only one that got to have fun?

"Hey," His voice came from behind you, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Turning around you met the eyes of a stranger, his dark hair swept back off his forehead. You couldn't help but take in his attire your eyes raking over his body, the plain white t-shirt doing wonders for his frame.

"Hey," You replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, his head tilting to the side. You simply nodded and let him lead you to the bar. You forced Xiaojun to the back of your brain as you watched the guy in front of your order.

His lips moved but you couldn't hear what he was saying you were taken aback by how good he looked.

You blinked quickly when he turned to smile at you, a full smile that met his eyes. You felt your face warm as you smiled back.

"My name is Jacob." He replied, you were about to tell him your name, but you were interrupted by the arrival of your drinks.

He passed you yours with the same smile. The smile that was making its way to the pit of your stomach, filling you with this sense of warmth that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"I didn't get your name." He said. You quickly swallowed the sip you had in your mouth and told him your name.

"Pretty name." He whispered leaning towards you.

"So why are you out alone?" He asked.

Your eyes did a sweep of the room, looking for Xiaojun as you thought of a reply.

Xiaojun was still on the dance floor, the girl's ass pressed to his crotch as they danced.

"Boredom, I guess." You replied and looked down at your drink. You didn't think much about your next actions. Instead quickly downing the liquid before turning to face the bar again.

"Wanna dance?" You asked slamming the glass onto the counter of the bar.

Jacob looked at you slightly confused but quickly nodded. He set his barely touched drink on the bar and let you hold his hand as you dragged him to the dance floor.

You pulled him in, snaking your arms around his shoulders as you started to sway to the beat of the song. Jacob followed your pace, placing his hands onto your hips he pulled you closer to him.

The songs blended together the longer you danced, the drink from earlier heating your blood. You shoved Xiaojun into a box, far, far off in the back of your head. You only focused on the moment, the feeling of Jacob's body against, the feeling of someone picking you not being stuck with you.

You relished in the high of it.

"What are you doing?" the words were whispered against your face in a harsh tone. For a second you couldn't comprehend what was happening until your body collided with his.

Then you knew exactly who it was.

Xiaojun.

You snapped out of his hold, your hand reaching out for Jacob.

"What the fuck man?" Jacob exclaimed, his arm circling around you.

Xiaojun reached for you again.

"Fuck off man, this is between her and me." He said waving Jacob off.

Jacob pulled you behind him, getting in between you and Xiaojun.

"Touch her again and I'll break your face."

You looked away from the scene and were met with the eyes of the crowded club. People in the vicinity were staring at the exchange. Blood rushed to your face as the embarrassment caught up with you. Swallowing thickly, you pushed past the two boys and made for the exit.

"Hey, hey wait," Jacob called for you, taking large steps to catch up with your fast gait, you slowed for him just a fraction.

You didn't speak for a few minutes as you both made it half a block away from the club. Jacob didn't ask any questions, he simply walked with you silently.

"Sorry." You finally said. Stopping to lean on the side of a building, your arms crossing over your chest.

"Is that your ex?" He asked.

"Soulmate." You hung your head as you spoke, your hair acting as a curtain hiding you from his expression.

You heard him sigh.

"He seems like a douche bag." He said.

You shrugged. Not knowing what to say. It's not like he was wrong.

"Thanks for walking with me, but I'm just going to head home. Sorry for ruining your night." You pushed off the wall, you took three steps before Jacob spoke again.

"I would ask for your number, with a soulmate like that I should ask for your number. But it seems complicated." You turned to look at him over your shoulder.

"It is."

—

You muted Xiaojun's number and his texts. Ignoring him was gonna have to be the way it was. Screw the fucking universe and it's stupid game of cupid. You didn't need a soulmate especially if the man was gonna treat you like gum on the bottom of his shoe.

You rid yourself of your clothes and sink into the bath you'd drawn yourself. Allowing your muscles to relax into the warm water, you laid your head back and closed your eyes.

You must have dozed off because you woke up to a loud crash from your living room. Freaking out you quickly got out of the bathtub. wrapping your robe around you, you paced the bathroom.

Were you supposed to go outside and confront whoever the fuck it was? Or stay in the bathroom and call the police. Reaching for your phone you checked the time. It was four am.

There were about fifteen calls from Xiaojun along with many more texts. You opened the chat, quickly realizing that he had a key and was most likely the one in the apartment.

Rolling your eyes you pulled open the bathroom door and went to the living room. He was indeed there sitting on your couch, a lamp knocked over on the ground.

"That was an accident." He mumbled, you ignored his words, he was clearly still drunk.

"Why are you here?" You asked instead, the anger you felt earlier in the night creeping back up your system.

"I'm awful to you." He muttered. You froze, not knowing what to say. He clearly was going to listen to anything you were going to say.

"I treat you like shit, but you've been putting up with me for such a long time and I've just been taking advantage of that. It hurt to see you with him. I'm so fucking stupid." He leaned back into your couch, his eyes closed.

You stayed unmoving in your spot.

What did he think he was doing? Did he think saying that would fix it?

"I'm such a fucking bitch." His words were slurred.

You watched as his breathing slowed and he passed out on your couch. You rolled your eyes and turned around heading back into your room.

—

He was still there when you woke, his body sprawled out on your couch.

He looked perfect when he was sleeping, you'd noticed this before. His features relaxed, his typical scowl that often only you were graced with nowhere in sight.

He was his simplest self, his most palatable self. He wasn't smiling brilliantly at others or sardonically at you. He was just there, his breathing soft and quiet.

You made your way to the kitchen, pulling out things for breakfast, you made enough for two people. You weren't sure if he'd actually stay to eat, he never had before. You didn't really know If you wanted him to, you were still upset with him from last night.

Shaking your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts that you had no answer to, you tried to focus on the eggs as you cracked four into a pan to scramble them.

Turning to grab the loaf of bread from your bread box, you stumbled back startled by Xiaojun's frame leaning against the counter.

"What the fuck." You exclaimed, before leaning onto the counter as you took in long breaths to calm your heart rate.

"Sorry," he mumbled. You didn't reply, just took a second longer to gather yourself before grabbing for the bread as you'd originally meant to do.

"I made enough for two, do you want some?" You asked.

Xiaojun cleared his throat, "I'm a prick to you constantly aren't I?" He asked.

You blinked at him, why was he asking this? If he realized then why ask you? Why does he need confirmation?

"Food or no?" You asked again, ignoring his question.

He nodded yes, crossing his arms over his chest he stayed silent the rest of the time, as you finished up the food. His presence made you nervous, but that was typical for you.

"Here." You said, handing him a plate with scrambled eggs and toast on it.

"Thank you."

He followed you to the living room, where you sat down to eat turning the TV on and picking a new show that had just come out.

"You're watching this?" Xiaojun asked, his tone shocked. You looked over at him, your shoulders falling, of course, he knew absolutely nothing about you.

"Clearly." You replied, shunning him into silence again.

When you were done eating you got up to take your plate to the kitchen, grabbing Xiaojun's empty one as you went.

"I could've taken that." He stated as he got up and followed you to the kitchen.

"Hey, could we talk?" He asked as you turned the water on to rinse off the plates so that you could put them into the dishwasher.

"You wanna talk now?" You asked, your anger rising again.

You didn't spare him a glance, you shoved the plates into the dishwasher and walked out the kitchen.

"Fuck - okay I get it. I deserve this. I deserve last night. I'm literally the worst person around for you right now! I get that, especially after seeing you dancing with him. The way that felt," He paused to take a deep breath, "that was the fucking worst."

You glared at him. He was standing at the entry of the kitchen waiting, his face pulled into tortured lines. About four feet away from you.

Good, he did deserve it.

"It's easy to take for granted what you've been given until you see that it could be taken away too. I didn't want to get to know you because you were always here. I didn't need to, I apparently had to.

When you would try it would just feel stupid, in my head why would we? Soulmates are fucking dumb, why would I want to instantly be in love with a stranger?

But that's the thing, there is no instant love. Just your person and you have to try in order for it to work."

"You realized this in a night?" You asked.

He shook his head, "Somewhere inside I always knew, but I also knew what I was doing, all the fucked up things. It was just easy to ignore because you put up with everything I did all the time."

You rolled your eyes, "So it's my fault?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying." He took in another large breath as if bracing himself for the next thing he was about to say.

"Last night was the first night I'd just danced with someone else. Typically I would just ignore you. I guess that was your last straw because when I turned around you were doing the same. But it made me realize that everything wouldn't just go my way. I could see that I was hurting you. Then I felt it. The anger, and the pain of wait she's mine."

You scoffed, having heard enough. Turning away decided to go to your room, you needed to shower and get ready for the day.

"Wait. Please wait. Just let me finish," he insisted. His feet hurrying towards you.

You paused again, you didn't know why. But then again all of the actions you had in relation to Xiaojun, you could never explain any of them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. And if you allow me to get to know you. This time I promise I'll be there every time."

You looked up at his face, your eyes stinging.

"I needed to hear that months ago Xiaojun. Not now."

—

He didn't just leave you alone as you expected him to. Instead, he made an effort despite your lack of agreement.

On Sunday, he pranced into your apartment with flowers, a huge bouquet the size of your torso. You hated flowers, they died and were hard to take care of you.

"Oh, Well now I know!" He said happily even though your reaction was not one he was hoping for. Instead, he walked over to the garbage can and chucked the entire bouquet out.

When he went to the bathroom, you dug the flowers out and hid them in your hall closet. You'd move them to your room after he left.

On Monday, he showed up with lunch.

"See the one thing I do know is that you work from home!"

"Because you wanted to fuck and I was busy with work, and you argued that I was at home, and I had let you know that I work from home."

"Hey, I still know!"

On Tuesday, he sent you chocolates that were shaped like flowers with a note that said, 'flowers that you won't have to maintain.'

There was nothing you could complain about on Tuesday.

Wednesday you had the typical game night with your friends, the girls would come over to your apartment and you would all play board games. Or video games. Maybe watch a movie or Kdrama, it didn't matter. It was a day you looked forward to each week.

Xiaojun showed up Wednesday night. When you answered the door expecting to see your friends, you were met with him holding a lot of take-out.

Your smile gave way to your confusion, Xiaojun ignored your change of energy and instead pushed past you into your apartment, setting the bags down on the counter.

"I just came by to drop these off for tonight. Don't worry."

He smiled at you and for a second you were frozen, the room was engulfed in an awkward silence that wasn't affecting you at all because you were stuck on the fact that he had actually smiled at you. The smile that filled the room, the infectious smile that you'd always wanted to be yours.

You were snapped out of your state as your friend opened your front door and barrelled in.

"Hey hey hey!" She exclaimed making her way over to you.

"Hey!" You said, your friend froze when she saw Xiaojun as well. She's eyes narrowed at the boy.

"Why is he here?" She asked coming up next to you.

"I brought the food." Xiaojun stated, "And now I'm leaving."

He started towards the door, hesitating and turning back to you as if to say something, but ultimately decided against it and continued out the door.

You looked at your friend confused, but she simply shrugged and went for the bag closest to her on the counter.

And so it went on, the flowers eventually died. You accumulated some stuffed bears, more chocolates and many many, invites to picnics, cafes, and fancy restaurants. You had yet to accept one of those.

You were sitting under a pile of blankets to ward off the cold winter air when your phone began to ring. You ignored it expecting it to be Xiaojun, but when it rang again you answered.

"What?" You asked him.

"Well hello to you too," He chuckled, "Can I come over?"

You didn't know what to say, but you weren't against it. Xiaojun was trying and you knew from first-hand experience that if you didn't acknowledge that sooner or later he would lose his patients too. Just like you had.

You both were still soulmates, the mark on your collarbone ever-present as the day it first popped up. So on a whim of overthinking and some sympathy. And maybe even an ounce of the feelings you've always had for him.

You said, "fine." And hung up on him.

He came into your apartment, with his key that you still had not taken back, two minutes later.

"You were already here?" You asked. He nodded.

"What if I had said no?"

"Then I would have gone home."

He lifted the corner of your blanket, moving it so that he could also be under it.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." He said, after a few minutes of the both of you staring at the TV.

You sat up, pulling the blanket with you as you did so. You felt like you knew what was coming, but also with how different he was acting nowadays you felt like he could say anything.

"I want you to go on an actual date with me." He said it was a question it was more like an opinion that he was giving to you.

"Ahh-" he cut you off before you could give him a reply.

"Right now."

—-

Somehow, someway. It worked.

You were dragged out of your apartment, the sun was long gone, making the already cold night colder. You shifted your body closer to Xiaojun's unconsciously. He was making you walk up an incline to God knows where, you only prayed that it wasn't to push you off a cliff.

"Do you want my jacket?" Xiaojun asked making you snicker at him.

"Oh come on, that's just dumb. I don't need you telling me that I caused you to have phenomena or something after this."

"I wouldn't say that." He muttered under his breath.

"You would've." You retorted.

"Back then I wouldn't have brought you out on a date either."

You continued following him, both of you sticking to silence after that as you made your way to where ever he wanted to take you.

"So um, I was - okay honestly the closer we get to this the stupider I feel. But um I think that you once mentioned that you always wanted to camp, but you hated the idea of actually staying in a forest…" he trailed off as you both came upon an empty clearing in a park. You were shocked that he remembered that, you'd mentioned that to him in the very early days of you two meeting, about an hour before he decided that fuck buddies was the way to go.

Xiaojun walked over to a black backpack tucked up against a tree.

"You came up here earlier," you said shocked as you watched him zip open the bag.

Xiaojun nodded his head, not looking up at you.

"What if I hadn't come?" You asked.

Xiaojun sighed, "well I would have come up grabbed the bag and gone home. You know you're acting like I would've died or something if you said no."

You frowned at his words, you wanted him to say he'd be sad if you said no. Not be like oh well. But he was still Xiaojun, and he was never really one to be sad. His go too was anger.

He pulled out a couple of blankets and some rope.

"I don't have a tent. So…" He trailed off moving towards two trees that were close in proximity and tied the rope of one of the lowest branches. Doing the same to the other tree. The rope was lopsided, one side higher than the other, but you watched on as he dropped the blanket over the rope, moving the sides out so that it was tent-shaped.

On the ground, he laid out another blanket and then ushered you over.

You slowly made your way to him, he had pulled the backpack into the make-shift tent and was pulling out crackers marshmallows and chocolate.

"We'll make s'mores." He said, his head tilting up to you with a large smile across his face as he did so. And once again you were knocked out of yourself. Heat flooded to your face as you took in the fact that the smile was for you.

You slowly sat down next to him, hoping that this wasn't a dream that you'd wake up from to learn that the entire past few weeks weren't real.

"I have nothing to heat them up with but…"He held out a cold s'more to you.

"This is good." You said taking it, you squished the stack in your hand before moving it towards your mouth and taking a bite.

"You did this all for me?" You asked.

"I told you I'd try." He said, "I really did want to make it up to you."

"So what do you like accept the soulmate thing now?" You asked before taking another bite.

Xiaojun shook his head, "More like I'm realizing that soulmate or not you're someone that matters to me. And I've taken you for granted for long enough."

You nodded, "So we're dating?"

"We're dating." He confirmed.

"Why were so you fucking rude in the beginning?" You asked.

His eyes watched you as you shoved the last bite into your mouth.

"It felt like you weren't my own choice like I was forced to be stuck with you. It didn't sit well in my head, plus I've always hated the idea of soulmates. It just sounds fucking stupid. I said this before but how am I supposed to just see someone and have everything shift and all of a sudden I'm supposed to worship the ground this person walks on? That doesn't even make sense." You nodded, letting his words fade into the silence.

You stared out the side of the open tent, looking into the night sky. Xiaojun shifts closer to you, his shoulder and elbow brushing against yours as he pulled another thing out of the bag.

"I brought hot chocolate." He said. "Want some?"

You nodded your head, welcoming the warm drink.

"You know," He started, "that night I took you to the club, was because I had decided 'why not try?'. Then I got drunk, and my brain went fuck it. I don't know why but all of a sudden my mind was yelling at me that this was stupid. But when I saw you with that guy all I saw was red."

"Well think about how I felt seeing you with that girl. I actually for some twisted reason like you. So I was so fucking mad like come on it's one thing being a dick to me behind closed doors but it was another thing to just up and do that in public. I didn't understand why you even brought me." You replied turning your body towards his.

Xiaojun tilted his head to the left slightly, his eyes looking at you amused.

"That's the most you've said to me in a while." He stated.

You rolled your eyes at him, "yeah well…"

"All I can do now is show you that I'm sorry and that I'm here, and trying. That's only if you'll let me though."

"I'm here aren't I?" You retorted.

"Yes, you are."

You felt his eyes on the side of your face. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Your staring." You said.

"So you like me?" He asked.

You didn't reply just scowled at him.

But the answer was yes.

Feelings didn't turn off that fast, and not everyone was dense like him, not everyone ran and got pissed at what they were given. Some people accepted it and learned to make the best of it.

"You're stupid."

"Sorry it took me so long to get it," he started.

His hand came out to grab yours, his slender fingers interlocking with yours.

"But I like you too" He finished.

Your head slowly turned towards his. His smile was beaming at you causing your breath to stutter for a second as your heart skipped a beat.

The smile that you always wanted to be directed at you, you finally got.

-neocain

[mynctzenday-reads]

[6:14PM] “I love you”, you blurt out to Xiaojun in a pure moment of happiness. 

“Love you too! You are an amazing friend!”, he says back to you and hugs you. That hurt you a lot, your little confession was diverted and you were friend-zoned.

Xiaojun feels your disappointment in the hug. He is well aware of your feelings for him, but he doesn’t see you that way. Little does he know himself, that he has actually been falling for you more and more everyday. He’s just afraid to acknowledge his own feelings out of fear that you two won’t work out and that the relationship between you two would be shattered.

[yangsrose]

[13:37] “Ready, set, go!” You and YangYang took off, throwing yourself into the inflatable obstacle course as you two fought to get out first. The rest of the WayV members stood on the sidelines, half of them disappointed in the way that the both of you acted like children, and the other half clutching their stomachs in pain as they fell to the ground laughing at the way that YangYang basically flew off one of the obstacles, taking the wrong approach to getting through it.

“HA!” your victorious voice rang out, taunting YangYang who still seemed to be stuck in the mini rock climbing slide. Xiaojun helped pull out your fallen and exhausted body, struggling due to the fact that he was still doubled over in laughter. You heard YangYang finally make his way through, protesting at how he wanted a rematch because of his sock getting stuck in one of the slots. The rest of the members groaned as the both of you took your places once again at the entrance, counting down again for the tenth time.

They were in for a very long day.

[00def]

ab inferis (m)

- lucas x f reader

- smut / warning: demon

- 1k words - note: this is a little different from my other story

-  summary: you had been researching for days, for you were afraid to get it wrong – the summoning of a demon to fulfill your sexual desires. who would not wish for such a thing? you studied old books and online communities for witches, read about the proper rituals and their experiences with incubuses. you were met with a lot fake stories – such as `I summoned an ancient Mesopotamian demon and now my neighbour’s been in an accident and my aunt’s cat passed away. Help?` – but also warnings, that the summoning of an incubus could lead to your inability to banish them later. you were aware, and were ready to take the risk. as far as you were concerned, you could put it down later and not summon Lilith or anyone else. as night crept up you were prepared to meet with the demon. the stars were so brilliant in the sky, the candle you lit in ritual was no match. it burned down as soon as you said the right words. your bedroom was engulfed in darkness, and you could feel him. you were afraid to look behind you, his presence unbearable. you didn’t move.

‘Witness me,’ you heard a growl. His voice was low, but inviting. ‘Let me guide you through the darkness, and love you like no mortal can. I can feel your heart’s desire, apples too grow in my garden.’

 You felt compelled to turn around and look at what you had invited in. He stood tall, a strong being who looked like man, beautiful beyond compare. Such were his looks that, in his place, one could almost die kissing their own reflection. He was not fair, but he put every other man to shame.

 ‘You are pleased, I can tell. Come forward, and I will share a thousand honeyed kisses.’ he whispered.

Desire pushed you towards him. ‘Are you Lucas?’ you asked, barely audible.

‘I am.’ He answered, and brushed your hair behind your ear. ‘Now let be your body’s salve.’ You blushed, how could you not? Your burning body shivered at his cold touch, but all affection is like coal. His other arm snaked around your waist, pushing you closer. ‘Will you allow me to satiate your thirst?’ You nodded. Lucas’s lips met yours, and they were more than soft. It was shy at first, one single kiss would feel like plenty. It slowly grew more hungry. His lips were lost in yours, like two roses knitted in a single wreath. Soon you felt his teeth biting your tender lip, as all roses had thorns. His tongue slithered, and you invited him. His fingers dug deeper in your skin. And then he gasped, beginning to litter kisses on your neck. No kiss had ever felt as good as Lucas’ lips against your skin. Your moan was quiet, but he heard it. Lucas smiled upon the sound. ‘Are you ashamed to speak?’ he asked.

The kisses formed a trail to your chest. Lucas so gently lifted the straps off your shoulders, and the dress fell to the floor. He witnessed you just as you did him. ‘I will no longer kiss your lips,’ confessed Lucas ‘but my kisses still shall be your own.’ He picked you up as if you were a feather, and his lips began to touch your breast. ‘Your flesh is soft and plump,’ he whispered, before kissing you again. Lucas felt eager, but took his time. When he felt you were ready, he laid you on the bed.

‘Let me ravish you,’ said Lucas. He hovered above you, his knees sank in the mattress. His arms above your shoulders, he lowered his body. You could barely feel him, and it made you want him more. Lucas brought his fingers to your breast, and brushed your nipple; so gentle was his touch. You looked away. ‘What do you see over there? Look me in the eyes, and see what beauty lies.’ Lucas smiled, and turned your face to meet his. ‘If eyes can be in eyes, let us have lips on lips.’ He kissed you again; when your lips parted Lucas did not move, and you felt his cold breath on your skin. His eyes moved away from your lips below. ‘Such beauty… like a spring in flower you feel the need to gather.’ Lucas moved once more, his legs parted outside of yours; he wrapped one arm around your back, bringing you closer to him. He lips attached to your breast, his other hand caressed the other. He was closer now, so close you felt his hardened member against you. He would leave twenty kisses on your breasts, then mark them with his teeth; his fingers stroked your nipples before sucking on them. He had smothered you in kisses, while he let his hips move in lustful manners.

Lucas felt you burning under his touch like coals in a fire. He stopped, spreading your legs apart, and leaned on his elbows. He started feeding on the steam, hasty. Lucas devoured you. He licked bottom to top, and when he was done he began anew. Your palms sweated, and your fingers found his hair. His fingers found themselves inside of you. He was no longer able to toy, so Lucas started sucking, his hand moving quickly to prove his lust. Trembling in passion, you moaned his name. Lucas did not stop until your grabbed his hand. You laid on the bed, with heavy breathing.

Lucas tangled his arms around your body, and stroked your cheek. He offered you a kiss, then quickly turned his lips the other way. He smirked, and asked if you would like another kiss. You nodded, and so he did. You could still feel the hardness digging in your skin, and with every kiss you craved him like water in the summer’s heat. Lucas knew, and spoke – ‘I shall no longer resist you.’

He pushed you on your back, and entered with a thrust. Lucas hissed, and his lips met yours in a kiss. The coldness of his body was divine against your burning skin. He sunk his teeth in your neck, and continued to thrust. You felt captive to his touch, and you obeyed. He filled you up as if he had been made for you.

‘Your moans enchant my ears,’ said Lucas. His body was entwined with yours, and you were about to become one, bound by the expression of desire. Your body shivered under his, as he entered and left your body. You heard his deep groans, and soon you were spent. You opened your eyes and gazed upon his beauty. It was the lust stirring inside that made you wish to offer him your heart, just as he’d had your body. Lucas kissed you again, and found you in a sweet embrace.

‘I sense you wish for us to part,’ he said. ‘Then let us bid good night.’ And so Lucas was no longer restrained by the spell.

 When you awoke, you left the bed unmade; Lucas’ imprint rested on the sheets and your body, and you were so afraid to wash away the memories of his caress.

[astroyongie]

Wayv love Reading, 😭🙏

NCT Love Reading - August Edition

Note: this readings are done through Tarot. Please don’t judge, take my words with a grain of salt and enjoy !

WayV

Kun

Whoever kun is currently with, things are slightly complicated at the moment, I see not only people getting on their business and advice him again tit but also some short of sickness related to his s/o that is making kun stress over the all thing. I see a lot of anger on his energy and a lot of work in order to decompress his energies.

Ten

It's been some months now that he has broken up with a particular person. He has still some left over pain energy due to that but I also see a lot more fun and celebration. Ten is using opportunities in work to let go of his pain and focus on things that are more correct for him. I still see a lot of doubt about this person, but he really is letting them go with time

Winwin

Sicheng is in a complicated situation as well, because is love interest with whom he has started to get things more serious is showing toxic traits. He is defintily aware of it, but he has no idea on how to deal with it as he as feeling for them. I see some affective dependance in the middle from both parties, as if this person makes Sicheng feel different so he also has the difficulty to put a stop to it. I see also money involved in this relationship

Lucas

Lucas is seeing someone, already for some time but they aren't dating, I see that more of like a friends with benefits thing. He defintily has multiple choices when it comes to relationships, but he also doesn't want to start anything due to his fear that it might get in the way of his idol life. I also see a strong masculine energy around him that advices him against any serious relationship for the moment. It's quite complicated because that person is particularly a potentiel love interest for Lucas

Xiaojun

Xiaojun is still thinking about this person he had to leave behind due to the work and the pressure from the ones he had been working it. I see him being very physical with other girls to try and forget them as well. It's a complicated cycle at the moment when it comes to love but he has the strength to overcome it, he just needs a few more time

Hendery

It's no surprised for me to see that Henry is still single. Despite having his own fun and going out with girls time to time, he has no confiance over himself to actually start a relationship. For some reason I see a lot of self-concisouness about his body. For now, he rather explore the other sides of love than an actual relationship

Yangyang

That damn person that was toxic to him is still behind his backs, still playing games, still talking to him when he clearly doesn't want to, and his love abundance is stuck due to that. This causes a lot of anxiety to yangyang, I see even his physical health getting affected by it.

[sweetheartyuta]

[3:13PM] - sitting by the window of a cafe with Kun, holding hands over the table and admiring the rainfall outside with two hot chocolates sat on the table, both of you waiting until it’s cool enough to drink. 

[iraacundus]

Butterfly Lies - TWO

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mafialeader kun x reader

words: 4k

genre: fluff, smut (in later chapters), angst

warnings: injury, weapons, swearing

money makes people do strange things, is what people would say, it can even motivate them to murder. kun didn’t have people killed for the money, he had them killed for the power, he was a monster among men, is what people would say. in reality kun had only ever been motivated by one thing, his love for you

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You sat in the university lecture, not really listening, instead using all your energy to push Kun and the gun to the back of your mind. You didn’t really have to listen anyway; you had watched the lecture from last year online before you had even gotten there. You were a model student.

Your friend Yuyan nudged you, flicking her head towards a group of boys sitting in front of you.

“Is he new?” she asked, “I think I would have noticed if such a good-looking guy was on our course.”

“Which one do you mean?” you queried, no idea who she was referencing.

“There third on the left, brown hair, glasses,”

You pulled your own reading glasses down slightly so you could look over them to see who she was talking about.

You spotted him and for a moment felt slightly annoyed before a small smirk settled on your face. You had seen that guy before, standing behind Ten at the apartment, making a phone call to Kun.

“I think he has always been in our class,” you said to her, lying through your teeth. You didn’t know whether to continue to be annoyed or become reassured at the sight of Xiaojun sitting in your history of economics lecture. Either way you thought it was best to keep his identity somewhat secret.

You could have chosen to believe it was a coincidence, that Xiaojun really had just transferred to your class. Somehow you didn’t think he looked old enough to be in a final year class though. He was evidently not as old as you.

Therefore, you chose to be suspicious.

Kun had clearly sent him after your gun freak out. You were somewhat insulted that he thought you needed a babysitter, but you couldn’t be annoyed at him because you knew Kun always acted with good intentions.

As the lecturer droned on about the economic plans the Chinese government had after the war, you began to formulate your own plan.

If Kun wanted to play the game where he essentially sent someone to spy on you for what he considered your own safety, you were going to use it to your own advantage.

You hadn’t wanted to ask Kun questions because it was clearly uncomfortable for him. However, you had no qualms about trying to get the answers to those same questions out of Xiaojun. You just had to somehow befriend him first.

The difficulty of that task depended on two things. The first one being how loyal he was to Kun. You had to guess pretty loyal if Kun trusted him to make sure you didn’t get attacked or report him to the police. The second was if Kun had specifically instructed him to say nothing to you.

If that was the case, you had about zero chance of getting through to him. You had to hope the only thing Kun had banned them from was letting you into the apartment.

As soon as the lecturer began to wrap up you jumped out of your seat and half ran after Xiaojun who had left early, seemingly in the hope you wouldn’t have spotted him.

When it became very apparent you were jogging after him Xiaojun stopped and let you catch up with him. At the same time Yuyan texted you asking if you knew the cute boy and why you ran after him. A text which you sadly had to ignore.

“Hey, Xiaojun right? You were in the apartment behind Ten that day, right?” you asked, knowing the answer, but curious to see if he would try and lie.

“How did you even see me?” he asked, fixing the position of his glasses slightly.

“Good eyesight, well only the long-distance aspect of it but still,” you explained taking your own glasses off, realising you couldn’t see him properly with them on as you were no longer meant to be reading.

Xiaojun was clearly nervous, he was shifting his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, playing with the adjustment strap on his backpack.

“I didn’t know you were an economics student?” you said, smiling at him slightly deviously which only made him appear more awkward and maybe slightly fearful. Maybe he thought that friends of gang leaders were all worth fearing. You didn’t think that would have been an unfair conclusion to draw even if it didn’t apply to you.

Xiaojun looked down at his watch.

“Sorry, I’m busy right now, I have something I can’t be late for, can we chat some other time?” he said. You shook your head, linking your arm with his.

“That is not going to work as an escape ploy, instead I think we should go for coffee, any friend of Kun’s is a friend of mine.”

You began to walk him toward the nearest coffee shop to the university campus. He didn’t protest or struggle and seeing as you could tell he would have defiantly won in a fight; you took it as a sign he was willing to go along with whatever you were doing.

“How did you know I would know you?” Xiaojun asked, “Like that we knew what you looked like not just your name?”

You didn’t really know why you had assumed that. You began to laugh to yourself imagining a meeting with all these tough guys in which Kun just stood at the front with an A4 picture of your face.

Something along those lines must have occurred seeing as Xiaojun did know your face when he saw you. Still you didn’t answer his question. As you opened the door of the coffee shop and pulled him inside you changed the topic.

“What do you want? I’ll pay seeing as I dragged you here,” you said, Xiaojun didn’t bother to argue with you and just told you the one he wanted.

You paid and after an uncomfortable silence between the two of you as you waited for them to be made, the barista handed you the drinks.

You sat down in a chair opposite him and drank your coffee for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything first, to judge how chatty he was.

Sadly, he didn’t say anything and didn’t seem like the chatty type which wasn’t the greatest start to your plan.

“What’s your job then?” you asked him, placing your drink back town on the table. Xiaojun looked in thought and for a moment you wondered if he would even answer at all, or if he just planned to sit with you silently.

“Management,” he replied, clearly deciding that was an appropriate response.

“Most managers don’t stalk their bosses’ friends at their university,” you raised one eyebrow slightly, “what’s your real job?”

When he didn’t reply and just began to fiddle nervously, you realised you were being kind of harsh on him, it must have been hard for him to work out what he could say and what he couldn’t,

“I’m just being annoying, I’m sorry.”

Xiaojun shrugged.

“I wouldn’t ‘stalk’ you as your calling it, if I had the choice, nor is it my usual job. It’s a personal favour I’m doing for your rather scary friend Kun.”

You chuckled slightly at his eventual response. You couldn’t believe that people were scared of Kun. While the situation frightened you slightly, you had never been scared of Kun, he was too sweet a person for that.

“In what way is Kun scary?” you asked, unbelievably curious about how he acted around the rest of the people in his life, the people who had the same kind of job he did.

“You are literally the only person he is actually nice to apart from Ten, well at least I assume. He is big on rules and doing well and when you fuck up, he is mad scary man. I mean he’s the boss that’s how he has to be to succeed in our business. He is a cold man with big plans, not the Easter bunny,” Xiaojun explained.

You struggled to imagine any other version of Kun than the kind-hearted one you knew who would watch cartoons with you and got sprinkles on his ice cream.

“He’s a good guy,” you said, for some reason feeling the sudden need to defend him, you for some reason wished that Xiaojun saw Kun the way you did.

“I never said I thought he wasn’t. Doesn’t make him not terrifying.”

Xiao Jun’s phone started to ring, the shrill tone cutting through the pause in conversation. You could see Kun was the caller ID.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” Xiaojun said, standing up and walking a few meters away.

As soon as the call had started you could see that whatever Kun was saying wasn’t good. You heard Xiaojun swear loudly enough that other people looked around. You stood up and ushered him out the door, still on the phone, mouthing sorry to the people in the coffee shop.

“I will come right now, yes she is literally standing right behind me,” Xiaojun said, hanging up the phone by pressing the screen rather aggressively.

“What’s wrong, is Kun okay?” you asked him. He just shook his head.

“What do you mean no, is he in the hospital or something, what happened?” You started to panic for approximately the fourth time that week. Cool and collected was not your prerogative.

“In our line of work, we never go to the hospital, it’s not really an option, the hospital asks questions we cannot answer without being arrested…”

You don’t know whether he just didn’t have time to deal with your questions or if he had taken pity on the worried expression on your face, but he gave in.

“Kun has been stabbed, they’re at the office, it’s like a four-minute run from here, how good at running are you?” He said the words all seeming to explode out of his mouth at once.

Xiaojun didn’t wait for an answer, he just took off running towards the centre of town.

You were frozen for a few seconds. Kun had been stabbed and yet he wasn’t going to the hospital. If you hadn’t been so worried you really would have been inclined to kill him.

You realised that Xiaojun was fast, after only a few seconds he was already far ahead so you forced your body to run after him despite the shock.

After a few minutes you saw him run into the entrance of a building that said Qian Industries on the side. Which in itself was insane to you, but you didn’t have time to be surprised that Kun owned a building.

Thankfully Xiaojun had waited briefly for you inside so you didn’t have to guess which floor to go to in the lift. Xiaojun hurried you in and pressed the button for the fourteenth flour.

The short time in the lift gave you a second to think that you hadn’t yet had and for whatever reason tears began to well up in your eyes.

“Is he going to die?” you asked, looking up at Xiaojun, who was realising that had no idea how to comfort a crying girl in a lift.

“He will be fine, just try to look less upset, that will probably help,” he said, pushing you out of the lift when the doors opened as you hadn’t moved by yourself. He grabbed a tissue from a box that had been in the corridor and handed it to you, “just try and pull it together slightly before you come in, crying really won’t be helpful, it’s the second door on the left,” Xiaojun said, “Sorry I don’t mean to sound so harsh,” he added.

He walked away into the office where a heated argument was clearly occurring between a group of people.

You used the tissue to wipe your face. Xiaojun was right, if Kun saw you crying he would probably be concerned, and it wasn’t you he needed to be concerned about. You had to somehow convince him to go to a hospital.

You threw the tissue in the nearest bin and took a deep breath before pushing down the handle to the office and opening the door.

You were immediately met with the sight of Kun stitching up a rather large wound on his arm through gritted teeth. Luckily for you, you had never been squeamish. Next to him Ten was attempting to reset some guys nose. From the other man shouting at him you deciphered the guy with the broken nose was named Yangyang.

“Well shit,” was all you managed to say, causing them to all stop shouting at one and other and look over. Xiaojun who had just sat down on the desk could do nothing but put his head in his hands at the situation.

“y/n!” Kun said out of surprise, before groaning, his stitch had missed due to the distraction of your entrance. You walked straight over to him and crouched down in front of where he was sitting.

“You should really go to a hospital or at least get a doctor,” you said to him, struggling to see him when he was in so much pain. Kun just shook his head.

“That is not a viable option, I would die before I went to the hospital, luckily I was only stabbed in the arm, so I won’t be dying today.”

“I am so mad at you Kun,” you said, when really you were just upset that he was taking such a serious injury so nonchalantly.

“You can’t be mad at me, I’m injured,” he joked, flashing a smile at you before finishing the last stich, tying the thread and cutting it, “see… I’m fine now.”

He was right you couldn’t be mad at him.

“If I hug you in front of your associates,” you tried to think of the best way to refer to his fellow gang members, “would that be embarrassing for you,” you said, quietly enough that the associates as you were calling them, couldn’t hear over their yelling

“I’m the boss, I can do what I want,” he replied. With the go ahead, you carefully wrapped your arms around him, taking special attention not to touch his arm,

“Do you need pain killers or something, I don’t think the ibuprofen in my bag will help you much though?”

“You’re the only comfort I need,” he joked. You pulled away your lips settling into a firm line.

“While that would be a good line at any other time I admit, be serious, I’m worried about you.”

You crouched back down in front of him.

“Worry not, my work often involves illegal drugs and so always have a supply of anything I could ever need, in this case, local anaesthetic, I can barely feel my arm.”

You got up and went to the water machine you had spotted on the other side of the office and filled up a cup with water before bringing it back. Trying to do something to help.

“Drink,” you encouraged, handing the water to Kun, he smiled, taking a sip, “then talk… how the hell did you get stabbed Kun? You said there was nothing to worry about, that you could protect yourself.”

“Can we talk later?” he asked. You nodded understanding he had stuff to deal with.

“Stop shouting Lucas!” He called, focusing his attention to the chaos unfolding in the office. You stood up from where you were crouched and went to lean against the desk next to Xiaojun.

He was tapping a beat lightly on the counter, clearly not very invested in what was going on now he had ascertained that no one was going to die.

He had a wry smile on his face.

“I have never seen Kun smile, not in the three years I have known him, not before you talked to him just now,” he said, “are you magic, have you placed him under a spell or something?”

You felt like that was somehow an insult, but you laughed anyway in response.

“Not magic no, just an old friend of his.”

“So, you are seriously not dating? Like he clearly loves you, bro”

“We are not close enough friends for this conversation … bro,” you replied. Xiaojun didn’t seem to care, he just went back to tapping the table.

You turned your own attention to Kun sorting out the mess in front of him. He had managed to get them to stop arguing and listen to him straight away. Even if they found him scary you could tell they respected him more so than anything else.

You felt a weird sense of pride rise in your chest. Kun may not have been the same boy you had met at fifteen, but he had made something of his life. His line of work may have been illegal, but he had people who respected him and with a building this big, you figured he had to have been good at his job.

“If I hadn’t shown up in time, you and five other guys would have died Yangyang, you understand that.” Kun said to him. The boy named Yangyang nodded and hung his head slightly, his newly reset nose starting to bruise horribly.

So Kun had been protecting him? He had clearly gotten him out of trouble, even as a gang member he was a good guy.

“I would show up to save any of you, you all know that, but I shouldn’t have too, Yangyang you’re clearly too young for this position so you are gonna have to go back to working for Ten. I would shout at you more, but I think Lucas has done that for me, you should all just go home, get some rest. I’ll contact you sometime later this week,” he said sitting down in the chair behind the desk where you were leaning.

They all got up and walked out as soon as he asked them too. Yangyang leaving last, waiting at the door last, to personally thank Kun, who just told him to get some sleep.

You turned around moving a few items before climbing up and sitting cross legged on the desk facing Kun once again.

“So, you own a building these days Qian Kun? That’s slightly impressive I will give it too you,” you fiddled with the items on the desk, all the pens and all the paper with the name Qian Industries at the top, “yet somehow I don’t believe this is an engineering company.”

You were filled with nervous energy, unable to sit still so you began to draw a star on your hand slowly.

“We are good at forging documents what can I say,” Kun replied, eyes focused on where you were drawing on your hand, “I’m sorry I worried you,” he said, his gaze lifting up to look you in the eyes.

You stopped drawing.

“Only you are considerate enough to apologise for getting stabbed. I heard that you only were in that situation to help that kid. I might not love what you do but as I said, I won’t deny that you’re not impressive.”

Kun paused for a moment, searching through some of the papers on the desk before handing you and article he had printed out from the country’s biggest newspaper.

It referred to the unknown leader of Gang V, calling him a monster who killed people not for the money, but to make himself feel powerful. The article attributed many crimes to Kun, some that couldn’t ever have been him, as far as you knew Kun had never been to Sao Paulo.

“I’m never going to think you’re a bad person Kun, those writers don’t know anything about you, I’ve known you for over six years.”

“I am responsible for ordering most of the crimes on there to happen, apart from the ones in Sao Paulo, that makes no sense, I’ve never left the country.”

Which just confirmed that you knew him better than anyone.

“You also helped a random girl you met on the street find her way home and stood up for her against dickhead boys and watched Shrek with her more times than you can count. People aren’t just one thing.”

Kun moved his face closer to yours.

“That’s because I really, really like you, the moment I saw you I thought you were the most mesmerising girl in the world.”

You weren’t the biggest fan of when he said super cheesy things and couldn’t help making a slight face. Kun wasn’t offended by it, he knew you well enough to know it was the concept of being cheesy you objected too, not him specifically.

“You can see it from here,” he said, getting up and walking over to the floor to ceiling glass window. You followed him to see what he meant, “right there,” his finger pressed on the glass towards a street with badly working streetlamps.

“What is it?”

“The street where we first met,” he answered, before tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

His eyes were fixed on yours, neither of you able to look away.

“Do I really have no chance? If it makes you uncomfortable, I will stop, we can just be best friends, I won’t flirt with you anymore. I just need you to tell me, that I have absolutely no chance of ever winning your affection.”

You paused for a second, staring back out at the street remembering the first day you met, how cute he was. The smartest choice would be to tell him to give up, but the thought of that made your heart ache. Equally you couldn’t say what he wanted to hear. You knew it was selfish of you really.

“It’s not that you have no chance,” you began, taking a moment to breath and compose yourself when you felt Kun’s fingers brush lightly against your own, his pinkie playing with yours.

His face looked so relieved when he heard your words.

“Then what, and please don’t say you won’t risk your friendship with me because I know that’s not the only reason.”

“Before… I knew what I know now, the distance between us due to what I didn’t know did mean that I thought it was best not to risk that. I could never have dated you not knowing a whole side of your life. I didn’t want to risk finding out though or asking you and you not wanting to tell me and that being an issue, its complicated, I don’t really understand myself fully my reasons.”

“And now?” he argued you to continue, you could almost hear his heart beating.

“You have turned out to be a powerful guy who most likely has powerful enemies. If you have a girlfriend then you have a weakness that those enemies will exploit, I’m not going to put either of us at risk like that.”

You could tell Kun wanted to argue with you so badly and tell you how stupid of a reason he thought that was. Poke holes in the argument you had given until you had no choice but to give in. He didn’t do that though; he was far to kind.

You were just thankful he didn’t comeback with some rather cheesy line about you being his weakness because you don’t think you could have handled that without throwing something at him.

“But I still have a chance?” he asked, his fingers still touching yours. You nodded.

“Then that’s good enough for me.”

You offered to drive him home because of his hurt arm, forgetting you didn’t have a driver’s licence or a car. When Kun reminded of that you settled on calling him a taxi instead. You wanted to go with him, to make sure he was okay, but you knew it was important for you both to have time apart, to process the nights events.

You caught the nearest bus back to your flat, drawing a star in the condensation of the window as you thought about your own words.

You were afraid to become Kun’s weakness, that’s why you somewhat distanced yourself from him by refusing to give into his charms and love him in that way.

Roads at night seem to lead to nowhere when you can’t see what comes beyond through the darkness. You were determined that you and Kun wouldn’t lead to nowhere, because the thought of him moving on from you was such a horrible one. So, you decided to do whatever you had to do, to become Kun’s strength instead of his weakness.

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[softsan]

nct mafia au (aesthetic)

a revamp of my original moodboards x .

Taeyong

highly respected and feared.

known to be cold and ruthless.

mafia kingpin of the north.

has a dark tragic past that has come back to haunt him.

position: boss/leader

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

Taeil

usually calm and collected.

acts as a voice of reason for his crew.

don’t threaten what he holds dear, he’ll still destroy you.

recently been keeping tabs on a cute but determined detective.

position: adviser/consigliere

Johnny

easy-going and friendly demeanor.

people tend to underestimate his abilities.

can’t help to be drawn to a young bubbly artist.

a bad habit of pushing away the people he cares about.

position: sniper/long-range shooter.

Yuta

rough childhood that he barely managed to escape from.

holds a grudge on the people that have inflicted him harm.

curious about a mysterious woman and her secret past.

wants to be loved.

position: cleaner/assassin

Kun

rarely gets his hand's dirty.

likes to intimidate with money and blackmail.

deals with all the crew’s business ventures.

fond of his clueless and naive assistant.

position: underboss/business face

Doyoung

has a soft spot for people, often gives second chances.

stuck in an arranged marriage to his high profiled wife.

detests the idea of being tied down to a stranger.

realizes too late, that not all good things last forever.

position: lieutenant/gun specialist

Ten

ran away from his wealthy, loveless upbringing.

considered dead by the rest of the world.

surprised to see an old face, laughing and smiling at a carnival.

refuses to admit his old identity even if it hurts him to do so.  

position: lieutenant/body combat specialist

Jaehyun

calm and laid back.

doesn’t like being caught off guard.

chameleon at changing identities.

ruffled by a woman who unintentionally ruined his latest mission.

position: lieutenant/retrieval specialist

Winwin

doesn’t often interact with people outside his crew.

particular about stranger skinship.

injured his hands in an explosion gone wrong.

take off guard by a kind and caring nurse with his best interest.

position: chemist/drug specialist

Jungwoo

precious and the perfect gentlemen.

known for his reliability and loyalty.

talented at acting and getting people to do things for him.

protective of a fearful woman who sought his help.

position: grifter/charming distraction

Mark

talented and a fast learner.

the youngest to be promoted to lieutenant.

bodyguard for an outcasted daughter from a high profiled family.

conflicted by his growing affection for her.

position: lieutenant/security specialist

Renjun

known for his agility and dance-like movements.

doesn’t usually fight unless he has too.

is frightening when his happy demeanor disappears.

drawn to the cute kindergarten assistant he met at a coffee shop.

position: high ranking soldier/escape specialist

Jeno

sometimes takes missions too far.

likes to surprise his enemies.

impressed by the ice cream employee that pulled out a taser.

terrified for her safety.

position: high ranking soldier/enforcer

read me: 

Haechan

literal sunshine.

doesn’t often go out in the field.

protective his crew.

after a mission has gone wrong, he holds a calm kitchen-hand hostage.

position: weapon designer/technology expert

Jaemin

works directly under jaehyun.

extremely committed to missions.

after nearly drowning a women helps to pull him from the depths.

feels indebted and does everything to improve her world.

position: high ranking soldier/retrieval specialist

Xiaojun

working on arming his crew with weapons

thankful for their new leader

plays a dangerous game with a hired assassin

fatal love comes with deadly consequences

position: southside lieutenant/gun specialist

Hendery

in charge of clearing their new territory

passionate at getting rid of enemies in his city

kidnaps a secretive dealer who is extremely clever

a little black book uncovers the dark truth and grim reality

position: southside lieutenant/security specialist

YangYang

unexpectedly clever but sometimes quite random

is ruffled by the clumsy science major

a true test of loyalty comes

the most innocent of souls can bring about blood and betrayal

position: southside lieutenant/strategist

[anashins]

Another Kind of Blackmailing

Title: Another Kind of Blackmailing

Pairing: Ten x You

Genre: (slight dark) romance, smut, tsundere!ten, fluff in the end

Warnings: toxic behavior, loooong fingering session, protected sex

Word Count: 4.163

Summary: Ten has always been a shadow in your friend group - that is what you thought. But when he demands sex in order to keep his mouth shut for something you have done that might ruin lives, you learn that he loves to stand out between the sheets.

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His smirk was sly, the corner of his lips tilted up, but not radiating happiness. He was wearing an expression of which you couldn’t tell whether he was kind or the polar opposite. His dark hair was cut at the sides, the part on the top framing his forehead and giving him a touch of innocence which was emphasized by the sparkles in his eyes - but he was far from innocent.

It was his smile. His smile told you otherwise and betrayed his kind eyes.

His name was Ten. You knew him, more or less.

He was the best friend of your friend’s boyfriend, and apart from just getting a glimpse at him every now and then when you guys went out together, you basically knew nothing about him.

Ten had been introduced to you when your friend Hana announced her relationship to his best friend one night you had been out together with the whole clique. It had been a solemn, nonchalant and fun evening at the bar, everyone joking and fooling around, yet it was always Ten who stood out – in a very peculiar way.

He was always there physically, but at the same time, his presence was hard to be noticed. He was like a shadow, following his friends everywhere, and like a shadow, he had also behaved. He hadn’t talked much, had never made conspicuous motions or any other acts that stood out.

Ten always stayed in the background, smooth, calm and quiet – it was always like he wasn’t there at all.

So he surprised you even more when he had suddenly appeared in front of your apartment. You both had been out with your friends the night before and spent the majority of the night in the club. It wasn’t even midday yet and you were still hungover, even after a long, hot shower. The unwanted visitor had happened to appear right before you were about to go back to bed and relax for the rest of the day.

You didn’t know what to expect from Ten’s sudden visit. You stared at him, in surprise and slight shock, because out of all people, you hadn’t expected him to ever look for you. You had never exchanged any words aside from plain hellos and goodbyes. The rest of the time, he was a shadow for you.

However, now that his intense gaze was meeting yours, accompanied by that sly smile, you had the feeling that you were actually facing the real Ten for the first time.

“What do you want?” you asked, your grip tightening around the door knob as every possible reason for his visit flashed through your mind, but none of them actually made sense.Why would a boy you didn’t know suddenly seek you out?

“Well,” he started, and you wondered how soothing his voice sounded. Had you ever heard him speaking properly before? “Won’t you already know by now why I’m here or do I need to jog your memory?”

He grinned at you as you frowned, shifting his position as he rummaged through the pocket of his jeans. Shortly after, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it.

It was the moment in which he began to grin even wider that made your heart almost stop, and like a lightning that shot through your body, you suddenly knew what he might know as well. It was almost ridiculous how this event had been erased from your memories so fast. Probably because to you, it didn’t matter at all because nobody had seen it.

Or so you had thought.

“What if your beloved best friend finds out that you kissed her boyfriend?” Ten asked as he stared at his display, that damn smirk still lingering on his lips, and you wondered whether it would ever vanish.

“Look,” you started in panic. This was not possible. You had thought you could easily brush it under the carpet and forget about the incident, but things apparently turned out to be so much more complicated with evidence in the form of a picture now. “I can explain this. It’s not like how it looked. Actually—“

“Ah!” Ten lifted a finger and waved it to the right and left as though he wanted to chide you. “He is my best friend as well, and I can’t watch how everything will go downhill in his relationship because of you.”

“But that’s not true!” you protested and almost stomped your feet on the ground.

This Ten guy was mischievous and cunning enough to just jump to conclusions with only a simple picture as evidence. He didn’t even know the story behind it! It really made you scared of what he was possibly capable of with the snapped photo.

“I don’t need your poor explanations,” he returned, now sounding more serious than before, and it made you freeze for a second.

You didn’t know this guy at all, yet he possibly held your future in his hands. He could make your best friend and clique leave you and ruin a relationship if he only said one false word. He could twist and turn the story to make you the one who had behaved wrongly, although it had been the other way around.

If he was going against you, for whatever reason he might have, your life would break apart. Inwardly, you cursed at Ten because you and his best friend had agreed on forgetting about the incident and letting it pass.

“Why? What do you want?” you pressed through gritted teeth.

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Ten’s lips were surprisingly soft and warm on your neck, not rough and demanding at all. Yet, your body was stiff under his ever since he had placed you onto the bed. You didn’t make a move, because you wanted to show him that you were still mad over this whole situation, but against your expectations, he had been utterly gentle with you.

And you started to like it.

With a certain mindfulness, he had undressed you, and although you hadn’t looked at him, keeping your sight stubbornly to the ceiling, you had felt his hands moving under your shirt and surprisingly, they were soft as well, lifting your shirt up and undressing you without making you feel uncomfortable, not even the slightest bit.

It felt odd to be touched by a guy you didn’t know that cautiously, even if you overlooked the part that he wanted your body as a reward to keep his mouth shut. Though, you couldn’t go against him since that picture could destroy so many people's lives.

Ten was an asshole, was the first thing you had thought when he dragged you to the bed, and you wouldn’t have agreed on it if you hadn’t had one night stands before which made it probably easier to accept - or was it the mere thought that he was utterly attractive as well that you couldn’t resist to get a little taste of him?

Yet, regardless of how much you promised yourself not to enjoy it, not to give in, you still had built a certain affection towards the situation, towards him.

For someone who had blackmailed you into having sex with him, Ten was gentler, more attentive, more careful. He hadn’t kissed you on the lips yet. Instead, he had removed your shirt and pants without any hectic, but with ease, cautious as to not touch you too roughly or on the wrong spots.

Ten was now pulling down your bra straps, sliding them along your shoulders as his fingertips moved over your skin like a feather which made you shiver slightly while he removed your bra. You closed your eyes for a moment as he went down on you and placed your legs carefully over his shoulder. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and dragged the clothing down to have you fully undressed in front of him.

He took his time undressing you, and regardless of how strange the circumstances seemed, you grew comfortable with the way he treated you – not as an actual reward, a thing, but as someone to actually appreciate wholly.

When you opened your eyes, you were directly looking into his as his face was hovering above yours. It was then when you realized that he wasn’t a shadow in the back anymore, but someone who had now stepped out of the background and pulled you into his world where only the two of you existed.

His gaze wandered down for a moment and you couldn’t tell whether he was looking at a certain spot on your body or whether he was only thinking of something, but when he locked your gazes again, you could see a flash of insecurity on his cheeks in the color of rose.

You reached out your hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him a little closer so that the tips of your nose almost touched. It was strange that, besides the fact that this was all just a business, you grew a certain craving for what he was doing to you. Perhaps, you thought, perhaps this was not going to be so bad like you had imagined after all.

Ten himself was not like you had imagined, that was for sure. You had always ignored the shade, seeking for the sun, but now that he was enveloping you, there was no turning back. He was too intriguing.

“Kiss me,” you said, and as though Ten had only been waiting for your permission, he instantly locked your lips within a second.

It was not a passionate and heated kiss from the beginning, but a rather surprisingly mellow one with his warm lips on yours. You had imagined how they would feel on yours when he had caressed your neck, but the reality was so much more beautiful than your fantasies. His movements against your lips were slow and intensive, more chaste than lewd. As he deepened the kiss, he rolled his tongue with yours, passionate enough to make you crave for more.

You didn’t want him to stop – and he didn’t.

Where your hands had been on his neck before, you now tried to discover his body like a map, letting yourself get lost in the landscape. You trailed your hand over his shoulder, feeling every inch of his skin that was unexpectedly soft. His muscles flexed under your touches as you wandered with your hand down his upper arm, shifting it to his chest to let it rest there.

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and jumpy, and if he hadn’t been kissing you at this moment, you could have let out a chuckle. Was he nervous? For someone so cool and mischievous before, he was quite pantsy now.

But your last thought quickly vanished when he suddenly caused an intensive feeling to spread through your body that made you moan into his mouth shamelessly.

“Mhmm!”

You closed your eyes and grabbed onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you felt how his slender fingers glided further into you. He smiled against your lips as he parted from you. His movements inside you had made your breathing become irregular. All you could see was that mischievous smirk from before again, and you started to hate it once more, yet you didn’t want him to stop.

“More?” Ten whispered, his lips close to yours.

He slid his fingers in and out of you, slowly, to tease, then faster, to heat up things, your hot walls always welcoming him with a certain anticipation. Whenever he slowly pulled out, he expected you to make a sound in order for him to push them back in. Tit for tat.

“Yes,” you purred.

“More?” Ten repeated, his lips slightly brushing over your lobe and his voice seductively stroking your ear.

You bit your lip and nodded, telling him, “Yes, yes!” to emphasize that you truly meant it.

By now, you had already forgotten about the picture, about his reward – and apparently, he had too. As two of his slender fingers dipped back into you, you weren’t able to think of anything anymore but him. No shadow, no darkness, only pure delight.

You scratched his neck as he pushed his fingers further into your centre, causing you to gasp out of surprise and rapture. The only lifeline was his own body over yours as you held onto him, letting his movements make you drown in a sea of pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, sometimes so slow that it almost drove you mad and sometimes so fast that you thought you’d reach your peak very soon.

Ten’s expertise caused you to clench around his limbs, and it made you soaking wet with every move he conducted. You could also feel his own excitement increasing as he breathed irregularly against your ear, grinning in satisfaction as ragged moans escaped your lips.

“Aaaaahh!” you suddenly screamed loudly and opened your eyes widely as you grabbed firmer onto him.

He had found fun in playing with your clit, and you had brought your legs together over the sudden overstimulation on the sensitive bundle of nerves, but Ten reached down and spread you even wider for him.

“You said you wanted more,” he teased.

You turned your head aside and covered your mouth with your hands, muffling all the noises you were making as he played with your most sensitive spot. His thumb brushed over your clit, only lightly at first, increasing your anticipation for the former feeling even more. It was then when he started to pay special attention to that spot that you were having a hard time to hold back your moans.

He pressed his thumb on your mound, circling around the tip over and over again. He flicked your clit, caressed it with a certain pressure, and even used his other fingers to take it in between them and roll it tenderly to make the feeling of rapture more intense as you shamelessly spread even wider for him. With every motion, he had caused your orgasm to coil up in our groin.

As for now, you didn’t care whether your groans sounded shameful, you just let out every noise he caused you to make. You had grabbed the sheets to the left and right of you, entangling your hands in the fabric just because you thought you had to burst any time now.

And Ten loved it. He loved the shameless moans you let out, your suffering cries and your struggles to breathe. He loved how your body twitched and fidgeted under his touches, how he could make you so weak, and how you were obviously demanding for more.

Ten then pulled his other fingers out of you fully, leaving you as a whimpering mess, and you shouted out his name again, disappointed over the loss.

“Ten!”

His fingers were now sliding up and down your wet folds, dipping into your core every now and then just to pay attention to your clit again. He glided over your centre, along your folds, and teased your sensitive nub even more by stroking over it rather firmly, yet still tender. And with every stroke, he was almost triggering your orgasm to explode, yet he always withdrew again to pay attention to your folds.

Ten lowered his head and kissed your cleavage, and this act felt so intimate to you that you began to savor every touch of his lips on your skin. Without neglecting his work on your lower area, he kissed down to your breasts, caressing the thin and sensitive skin around your mound for a longer moment with long and warm kisses before he moved further to your peaks.

Taking your nipple in between his lips, he sucked on it and slid his tongue over your tip, making it more sensitive to his touches by covering it with his salvia. Withdrawing his mouth, he blew over the spot, letting you shiver slightly due to the coldness before he smirked and started to plant kisses on you again.

His free hand trailed up your bare side, wandering from your naked thigh carefully and affectionately up to your stomach, rested there for a while before he further traced to your other breast. He cupped it with delight and massaged it fondly with his hand.

There was a certain carefulness that came along with slight firmness which made you glory his touches and kisses so much. This was surely not about a reward anymore, but about two people who actually craved for one another and wanted to give in to the pleasure.

As Ten withdrew, you knew that he was going to go the whole way now, avoiding to let you cum in his hands and truthfully, you preferred to share this moment with him inside of you.

“Do you,” he began and you nodded.

“Nightstand.”

He took off his jeans and tossed it to the ground, rolling the condom over his length and then laid himself back on top of you. His face was right above yours, and you two were smiling at each other.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and turned your position so that he could easily place himself properly in between your legs, now feeling him against your center. Yet, Ten still waited for a little while, keeping your gazes locked, and you couldn’t see what was going through his mind, but you just wished for him not to stop.

And he didn’t.

He pushed into your core, slowly and deliberately, sliding into your hotness bit by bit while your wet walls were anticipating the moment he’d fill you out to the fullest. You closed your eyes for the moment and stroked the back of his neck, feeling every inch of him gliding into you further and further.

When he was fully inside you, he didn’t start to thrust directly. Instead, he leaned in and kissed your lips once again. And once again, you were surprised by how attentive he was, not wanting your body only, but also wanting you to feel good.

His moves were deliberate, and although he had started off slow and sensual, the gentleness was now mixed with firmness and strength. You could only break the kiss to breathe for air and catch your breath when he pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“Please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, and with a pleasant grin, Ten nodded and leaned in to caress your neck, planting hot, wet kisses on your sides as the slight moans you let out reached his ear like a melody he grew to love even more with every tone.

His thighs slid along yours while he had his arms propped on either side of your head for support. His skin brushed over yours when he pushed out just to slip into your hotness again, your wet walls clenching around his length with every thrust that he conducted. And the stronger he went on, the more you were pushed back into the mattress, the sheets already wet and soaked from the act.

You wrapped your legs around his middle, letting out a pleased “Aaaahhh…” as you felt him a little deeper and a little more intense than before, hitting the right spots in this angle. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back as Ten rocked both of your bodies rhythmically, pushing you forward with every thrust.

It was to both of your liking, and you wondered how perfectly your bodies matched, how you didn’t need to go through a certain state of awkwardness to find the right rhythm and how everything had gone so smoothly from the very start.

As Ten’s thrusts turned a bit sloppier and his movements a bit faster, you could feel that he was close, and so were you. He reached out to grab the headboard, his forehead glistening with sweat as he hovered over you. When you shifted your position a little, you spread your thighs a little further and lifted your bum a little higher.

And then you let out a cry of pleasure as another thrust triggered your climax. You could still feel him moving inside you, his lower body sliding against yours and his burning kisses on your skin, but everything turned into a blur as your orgasm hit, making you lightheaded and causing you to experience the most blissful feeling in the world. You let out a long moan, rolled your head back and held onto him as the waves of pleasure almost washed your senses away.

Your body shuddered under his as you slowly tried to catch your breath, your legs giving in and nearly falling apart, yet you didn’t let go of Ten. His upper body parted from yours and he held his head low as he gave you another long thrust, burying himself deep inside of you and reaching his climax with a groan.

He fell limply on top of you right after, your chests heaving on top of each other as you tried to catch your breaths.

“There is no picture,” Ten then blurted out as he rolled off of you, leaving you in a surprise by this sudden confession.

“What?” you asked bluntly, not really comprehending what he had just said.

Unexpectedly, he pulled you on his chest, laid your head in the spot between his arm and neck, and dragged the blanket over you two to cover your bodies.

“There is no picture,” he repeated, insecurity swaying in his tone as he stared at the ceiling. “There has never been one. I watched you both from the very beginning. I knew that it hadn’t been your fault that he went outside shortly after you did, and I also knew that he had mistaken you for your best friend since your hairstyle is the same. The darkness only added to the confusion. Not to mention that he was a little bit more drunk than he should have been. I knew that it was only a short peck in confusion and that you scolded him right afterwards.”

As for now, you didn’t really care about the story behind this bluff, because everything he had said was true. There was nothing you needed to clear up anymore, but there was another thing that made you think ever since he had mentioned it. You got up and supported your position with your elbow on the mattress as you leaned in to him.

“You knew all this time?” you asked perplexed, but rather surprised than angry. “You have followed me?”

As Ten turned his face to you, you could finally see his slightly flushed cheeks. It was only a light shade of pink, but it was there and suddenly, you smiled.

“To confess… I have been following you all this time,” he explained with a shyer voice. “My eyes were always on you whereas you never seemed to notice me. I’ve never had the guts to approach you for a decent conversation apart from hellos and goodbyes. When you went outside all by yourself last night, I thought I could finally gather enough courage to talk to you. But I saw you with him and I got mad, I guess.”

So, this was it. He had always been a shadow in the background, but he had always been your shadow, following you with his eyes silently, but with much affection – whereas it had been you who had shut him out from everything, but mostly, from your own attention.

Behind the façade, Ten was only a shy guy who was probably awkward with people, a bit insecure and too shy to approach a girl that he liked. Behind that façade, Ten had been jealous that someone else could have taken interest in the girl he had laid his eyes on. His jealousy and madness had led him to act on his feelings - childish and catty as he had gone overboard with blackmailing you.

But Ten had never treated you wrongly.

His tenderness and carefulness had constantly proven to you that you could have stopped whenever you wanted him to, he had always been waiting for your own responses to his acts, never demanding too much.

Behind the mischievous smile, there was only a shy boy who wanted to get to know the girl he liked.

“Hey Ten,” you started after a while, and now it was you who wore that sly grin, “do you like me?”

And now, the redness coloring his cheeks couldn’t be missed that easily anymore. It was enough of an answer for you. With a laugh, you laid yourself beside him again, and with pleasure, he wrapped his arm around your middle and pulled you a little closer.

“How about a date later?” he muttered after a moment while he played with some strands of your hair.

With a smile, you answered happily, “That would be great.”

[hxt1b]

Okay so for my biases guess, I’m going to leave a few hints. I’ll tell you guys what years they are born in.

One in 1995

Two in 1996

One in 1997

One in 2000

[milktaru]

Tattoo Artist! Kun

you are finally getting the tattoo you have always wanted. the intricate drawing covers almost all of your upper ribcage and your lower breast. you came alone, and you tell tattoo artist!Kun you're scared of the pain, but he assures you everything will be okay.

"you can talk to me if that distracts you."

you never did talk to him because, oh boy, it did hurt a lot.

but Kun never stopped asking you questions in his low toned voice and checking if you were okay. even with the needle entering your skin, you couldn't stop admiring him. his fierce yet caring gaze, porcelain skin full of artworks and ink masterpieces, and his toned muscular arms flexing over your body.

the feeling of his cold hands leaving your skin followed by the absence of the buzzing sound of the machine awakens you before you start drooling over Kun.

"are you checking me out right now?"

Kun chuckles at the cute blush that goes up your cheeks. you're not sure if you're intoxicated by the pain or by him, but you still can't help but shudder.

"if you don't stop looking at me like that" - he starts cleaning up the residual ink on your skin with a soft tissue -  "we might have to schedule another session."

Kun smirks, helping you sit up in the resting chair and covering your exposed skin.

"not in the studio though... but in my house".

[yangsrose]

Cheater Route: No (ending two)

Word Count: 2k words

Warnings: none

Authors Notes: here it is!! after a long 3 1/2 months i had finally written the second no ending to cheater. i just wanted to say, thank you for reading this series. this has been so much fun to write, and i thoroughly enjoyed writing this whole series. okay! let’s get started!!

Find the rest of the “Cheater” series here

The next morning was rough. Seeing YangYang after all those years caused you to remember all the memories that you shared, and frankly, the past two years of erasing the memories of YangYang went down the drain as you saw his girlfriend - no scratch that - fiancee walk down the road with him, arms intertwined. 

You sighed and got out of bed, making your way into the bathroom where you were met by your own reflection. You gasped a little, not being able to recognise the person that stared back at you. Saying that your reflection was a mess was an understatement. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, most likely from the excessive crying that happened. Your face looked gaunt and pale, as if someone  had somehow sucked the life out of you. Stray tear marks were evident  on your face and you slowly turned on the tap to wash off the remnants of last night’s smudged make up. 

After washing your face, you walked into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. Your phone lay neglected on the ground after you ran into your apartment last night and threw your purse onto the couch, phone sliding out and making its way to the hard, cold surface. You picked it up from its place on the ground and plugged it in to charge, mentally scolding yourself for throwing it so carelessly onto the ground. While waiting for your phone to charge, you sat down at the table and held your bowl close to you, eating your breakfast. You heard a multitude of pinging noises being emitted from your phone, and you picked it up to check who was contacting you at this time. When you saw who however, you gasped and dropped your phone, a feeling of guilt over taking your body. 

After running out mid dinner last night, you had completely forgotten about your date who was probably extremely confused as to why you ran out on him like that. You immediately called him, mentally praying that he would pick up the phone. After what seemed like forever, you heard a small “hello?” come from behind the speaker of your phone. You lunged forward and earnestly started spewing out apologies for leaving him behind. You explained to him how you saw someone that you really didn’t like and how seeing him after all these years caused you to panic and run out. He seemed to understand, sympathetically adding side comments in regards to your behaviour yesterday. 

“Is it okay if we meet up later today for breakfast? I want to try and make up for leaving you in the restaurant.” you asked, nervously picking at your nails. 

“I would like that.” You sighed in relief, hearing the smile at the end of his sentence. 

You made your way to the small café, looking inside to see if you were late. You looked inside and saw your date sitting at one of the tables, scrolling through his phone. You rushed into the café and walked over to the table, sitting down at the empty table. 

The man in front of you looked absolutely ethereal with his soft brown hair brushed to the side, parting a little in the middle to show his forehead. He muttered a small “hello” while giving you a shy smile. 

“Hi Xiaojun,” you said, muttering your own hello to him. An awkward silence hung over the both of you as you tried to find a topic to converse with him about. 

“I don’t want to intrude in your privacy but what happened last night?” Xiaojun asked, awkwardly coughing while doing so. You took a deep breath and explained to him how you ran into your ex boyfriend, but then you had to backtrack and explain how you broke up with YangYang. At the end of your story, you were breathless and near tears. Xiaojun sympathetically looked at you, understanding the feeling of seeing someone that you loved falling in love with someone else.

Even after a few hours of sitting with each other, you and Xiaojun never became bored with your conversation; instead you both went on many tangents as you found more topics to converse on. You began to notice the dwindling number of people in the café, leading you to make the conclusion that it was in fact time to go back home. You got up from your table and pushed your chair in, thanking Xiaojun for the brunch. Xiaojun smiled and thanked you for spending time with him, causing your heart to beat at an unreasonable pace. You mentally scolded yourself for catching feelings on just the second date with him, but a small piece of your heart forgave you. 

As you drove home, your thoughts were filled with Xiaojun. You had been wary of going on a date with him since your friend had set you up, and frankly, you weren’t ready for your heart to be entrusted with someone else despite it being two years after your breakup with YangYang. You sighed and let the entire thing play out, not wanting to get too involved in the soon to become relationship. 

Xiaojun however, understood exactly how you felt. Knowing that you had come out of a nasty relationship, he never pushed you to do anything that you didn’t feel comfortable doing, instead, he would make sure to take everything as slowly as he could, not wanting to rush you into doing something that you weren’t comfortable with. You admired that quality of his, never wanting to make you feel like you were the one at fault even though you blamed yourself for not being able to feel comfortable with doing everything that normal couples did. Xiaojun knew that you needed time to heal, and he was willing to give you that. 

Throughout your relationship, you noticed how different Xiaojun and YangYang were. For one, dates with YangYang were very spontaneous and high energy, usually taking place in an arcade or game center. Dates with Xiaojun were very calm and put together, usually ending up with the both of you going to a café or walking in the park. YangYang and you were the meme couple that everyone aspired to be, whereas Xiaojun and you were the cute, candid couple that everyone wanted to be. After a few months of dating Xiaojun, you learned to stop comparing YangYang to Xiaojun, finally being at peace with the fact that he was finally out of your life. 

Now, here you were three years later. You and Xiaojun had been dating for four years now, and over the previous year, Xiaojun had proposed to you. You remember the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing down your face as you accepted his proposal, finally feeling your heart be free at the fact that you found someone you could trust. You twisted the cold metal band on your finger, feeling the tears well up once again. You fanned your face, looking into the mirror as you inspected your outfit. Crisp white fabric framed your figure and trailed down, giving you an ethereal look. You looked in the mirror, feeling satisfied at your appearance. After you did a final check of your outfit, you smiled and walked out, ready to start your new life.

During the reception, you met all of Xiaojun’s family members that you hadn’t before, meeting a vast number of cousins and friends that you never knew existed. You were laughing as something one of Xiaojun’s cousins said until you felt a small tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see who had tapped you, but nothing would be able to prepare you for the shock that you would face. 

Standing in front of you was YangYang in all his glory. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, mumbling a “can we talk?” before looking up to make eye contact with you. You hasty excused yourself and followed YangYang, feeling your heart thump out of anticipation of what he was going to tell you. You two stopped in a secluded area near the food, not wanting anyone to potentially eavesdrop on your conversation. 

“So you and Xiaojun huh” YangYang said, trailing off. You nodded your head and continued to study his features, noticing how they were much different in comparison to six years ago when you broke up with him. He looked more mature, and the sly, slightly mischievous features had almost completely worn off, erasing the spontaneous, fun loving boy that he was. 

“I have a confession to make.” he said, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded you. You prompted him to go on, not knowing what would spew out of his mouth. 

“When we broke up, I know that your friends set you up on blind dates to get you to forget about me. Even though it hurt me a lot, I still felt happy that you were happy, even if that meant that you were with someone else. So when I saw that you were still single, I sent one of your friend’s Xiaojun’s contact information and told them that he would be a good pick for you.” YangYang said, not looking up from the spot in the ground that he was intensely studying. 

“So you’re trying to tell me all of this,” you waved, gesturing to the decorations, “is all because of you?” YangYang sheepishly nodded and fiddled with his fingers, not knowing if you were reacting out of anger or happiness. You felt your eyes tear up and YangYang finally looked up at you, not hearing any reaction come from you. Upon seeing the tears in your eyes, he immediately panicked, lunging for the napkins on the table. You accepted them and sobbed a choked “thank you” out, finding it unbelievable that YangYang had set you up with Xiaojun. YangYang gave you a bittersweet smile, feeling happy that you were happy even if you weren’t dating him. After all, that’s what love does to a person.

After you had calmed down a bit, you finally remembered the girl that YangYang was dating, and felt curious as to how his life was going.

“I broke up with her a long time ago.”  he said, sighing softly.

“Turns out karma hit me and she ended up cheating on me.” you looked at YangYang with sympathy in your eyes, knowing exactly how he must have felt. 

“It’s fine though. I never really loved her so I don’t know why I dated her” he said, shrugging lightly. 

You smiled at the male in front of you, seeing how much he- and you- had grown not only physically, but also mentally in the time of not seeing him. Past you would have definitely grown feelings for YangYang talking with him like this, and would have caused you to take him back, leading you to probably never even meet Xiaojun. Now, you were stable in the way that you were interacting with YangYang, coming into terms that you had gotten over him. 

“Thank you YangYang.” you said, looking up at him with the most sincerity in your eyes. He smiled, and you saw the familiar gummy smile that you came to love. 

“Friends again?” he asked, stretching out his shaky hand. You took his hand and muttered your own “friends” before breaking out into a smile of your own. YangYang smiled and looked behind you, noticing how someone was coming up to the pair. YangYang smiled even wider and hurried over to Xiaojun, giving him a big hug as a greeting. 

“I see you already met YangYang.” Xiaojun said, smiling at you. You nodded and told him that he was a friend from high school. Xiaojun currently didn’t know that YangYang was the person that cheated on you, but you figured that you would tell him later. 

YangYang waved bye and told you both that he had to get going, noticing how late it had become. You and Xiaojun bid him goodbye and went back to your spots, socialising with everyone. You sighed, feeling content with the fact that everything seemed to work out for you. Even though you hit a few roadblocks during your relationships, you finally found the person that you truly belonged to. You looked over to Xiaojun and studied his side profile, smiling unconsciously as you did so. 

You had finally found your home.

[blankpaigefics]

Could you do a smut prompt list 31 with dom!Ten please? Something like you're his new girl and you talk, he tells you he has a daddy kink and proves it to you (I'm sorry if this is too detailed, you can change it if you want) 👉👈

I don't care what anyone says, Ten has the most gorgeous smile ever 😍

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Kinks

Prompt: Don't kink shame me 

Genre: smut

Word count: 951

Member: Ten

Warnings: nsfw, sex 

You hadn't been dating your boyfriend for long before you ask a bold question. You're sitting in the couch with him late one night, cuddling as a movie plays. You take a deep breath and blurt out a question before you can even stop yourself. 

"What's one of your kinks?"

He chuckles, taken aback at the sudden question.

"What?"

You shake your head. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, forget I said anything." 

"You really wanna know one of my kinks?" 

You sit up to look at him, shrugging your shoulders.

"Well, yeah." 

"Come here." 

Ten pulls you forward, letting you straddle his lap, his hands resting on your thighs. 

"One of my kinks…" he begins as he starts tracing his lips along your neck. "I like being called daddy." 

You can't help but snort slightly at his answer. He pulls back to look at you, faking offence.

"Hey, don't kink shame me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you laugh as you hide your face from him. "I just never took you as someone with a daddy kink. I mean, a sir kink? Easily. A master kink? Maybe. But… daddy?" 

Ten shudders lightly as you say the word. 

You smirk slightly as you watch him bite his lip, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, eyes raking over your body. 

You roll your hips against his softly. 

“Do you like that, ‘daddy’?” 

Ten groans from underneath you. His eyes are fixed on your body, watching the steady rhythm as you continue to roll your hips into his. 

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Oh?” You can’t keep the soft grin from your face as you lean forward, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck. 

“Then why don’t you show me?”

In an instant Ten has you pinned to the couch beneath him. His dark eyes bore into you as he pushes his hips against yours, causing you to moan out. 

“Please,” you whine. “Want you inside.”

Ten pushes his hips against yours again.

“Please,” you gasp. “Daddy.”

Ten chuckles darkly from above you, bringing his hand down and pushing it into your shorts. You moan, lacing your fingers through his hair as his palm rubs against your clit. His lips latch onto your neck again, sucking dark marks against your soft skin. His fingers dip past your underwear and run through your folds, causing you to gasp. 

“You’re so wet.” Ten growls from above you, pushing his fingers inside you. 

You whine loudly as he curls his fingers inside you while pumping them in and out. 

“Ah, f-fuck!”

Ten removes his hand from you, tugging down your shorts. You wiggle slightly, helping him move the item down your thighs. He becomes too impatient and leaves your shorts sitting around your knees as he pulls his member from his shorts. 

He pulls your panties to the side as he lines his member with your entrance. He begins to push into you slowly before harshly snapping his hips into you. You cry out in pleasure, bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist as your nails find a place in his soft skin on his back. 

Ten grunts out as he begins his harsh thrusts into you. 

“Fuck me daddy.”

Your words seem to encourage Ten as his pace quickens, hitting every right spot. 

“Say it again.” Ten demands through his grunts.

“Daddy.”

“Fuck.”

Ten pushes himself up so he is able to wrap his hand around your throat, his harsh thrusts overwhelming you with both pain and pleasure. The scream building in your chest is cut off from Ten’s grasp around your throat. 

Ten’s lust filled eyes watch your fucked out face. He grins darkly at you as he watches you gasp for air, your hands clutching at his forearm. 

“Again.”

You gasp for breath as you repeat the word.

“Daddy.”

Tens thrusts falter for a moment as he drops his head, pushing deeply into you. He releases his grip on your throat, grabbing onto the couch cushions as his moans fill the room. You begin to whine louder at his relentless pace. 

“Wanna ride you.” You whine.

“Shit, really?”

You nod. 

Ten easily shifts you around, fully removing your shorts from your body, letting you sit on him. His tight grip finds its way to your thighs as you begin to bounce on his cock. You throw your head back in pleasure as you feel your orgasm building. Ten bites his lip as he watches himself slid in and out of you. 

“Yes daddy, yes!”

Your words push Ten over the edge. He reaches down and rubs your clit furiously. You feel yourself clench around him as your orgasm builds. You let out a slight scream as you continue to call him daddy, your climax washing over you, causing your body to twitch. Ten groans loudly, pushing deep into you once more, releasing inside you. His thrusts become shallow and slow as he lets his cum fill you. 

You fall forward, collapsing on top of your boyfriend. He chuckles at you, the vibrations shaking your body as he brushes your hair back. 

“Did I prove it?”

You bite your lip as you smile against his skin.

“Yeah, I guess you did.”

“I’d be happy to show you some of my other kinks.”

“If they are going to result in good sex like this one did, then I’m all ears.”

You slowly push yourself up, prepared to pull yourself off of your boyfriend. 

He grabs your hips, pushing you back down into place. 

“If you want to start exploring kinks, why don’t we start with this one.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation. 

“Cockwarming.”