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thatsatricky1 · 2 months ago

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Angst: ☁️ Fluff : 🖤 Humour: 🍙 Suggestive: 🎱 Smut: 🕷 Thriller: 📁

↝ 𝐍𝐜𝐭 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬) ↜

✰ 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐮’s ✰

↺ 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞 | l.jn

Lee Jeno x f reader

Fight club/University au

☁️🖤🍙🎱

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↺ 𝐁𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 | ot7

7 Halloween dreamies x f reader

Annual Halloween party

🖤 🍙

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✰ 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 ✰

↺ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤: ø

↺ 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧: one

↺ 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨: one

↺ 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧: ø

↺ 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧: one

↺ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞: ø

↺ 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠: ø

↺ 𝐎𝐭𝟕 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐃

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

✰ 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✰

↺ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 | l.h

Immortal Haechan x f reader

☁️ 📁

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↺ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 | n.jm

Idol Jaemin x (f) reader

𝐈𝐭 hadn’t meant to spiral out of control, it was just supposed to be one drink. Just something to relieve his stress when others weren’t around.

☁️.

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✰ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✰

↺ 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

Ot7 x f reader

Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.

☁️ 🍙 🖤 🎱 📂

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↺ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

Ot7 x f reader

Eight of the top ten most popular players in Korea are invited to be the first people to test out the newest device and gameplay by NEO a video game company known as of recent to be the best of the best. An opportunity of a life time handed to them to be able to trial and get a contract to promote it later on. The eight couldn’t resist as they gladly accepted the invitation. Not being able to predict what was to come. A trail test that wouldn’t just be focused on graphics and playablity, no this would test relationships, strength, resolve and many more unpredictable things.

☁️ 🖤 🍙 🎱 🕷 📂

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↝ 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 ↜

✰ 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✰

↺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 | c.s

Criminal san x f reader

☁️ 📁

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✰ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✰

↺ 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ot8 x f reader

Y/n a once prodigy child, later on detective, finds herself working on the case of her brother’s murder, also a former detective himself. Leading down a long winding hole of crime, death, gore and mixed feelings she never thought would surface with all that was happening. Mixed feelings that should never even be entertained.

☁️ 🎱 📁

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imnotjaesblog · 4 months ago

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Chef’s Kiss

Starring: Xiaojun

Warnings: Suggestive, and a bit smutty. The reader is female.

For my Xiaojun girlies.

This was also a draft I was holding onto.

Words: 500

Enjoy;)

Xiaojun loved to cook. His whole life was spent tasting different meals and recreating them in his kitchen. As he grew older he was top of his class in culinary school. Cooking the finest meals and eventually landed a job at one of the top restaurants in Seoul as head chef.

He spent hours on dedication to his craft. He had cooked, fried, and boiled any dish you could imagine. He was the best. Xiaojun was known for his perfect taste buds and his exquisite scent to spot delicacy dishes. One of those delicacy dishes is you.

The restaurant doors were locked and shut down for the rest of the night. The only lights that remained on were the main area of the restaurant where you sat. Everyone went home and like normal Xiaojun stood behind to perfect the newest plate they’d add to the dessert menu, Soufflé.

However, you had showed up after being invited to try his soufflé. It tasted as good as it smelled. Everything about the soufflé was perfect. The texture, the taste, and even the presentation were always spot on. You weren’t supposed to, Xiaojun had an eye for ideal presentation. Especially when it came to food. Xiaojun brought the spoon up to your lips for you to try. You hummed savoring the chocolate flavor. It was truly delicious.

Not too long after he had you spread on the table legs wide while he buried his face between your thighs sucking on your clit and swallowing your juices. Tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves tasting every bit of you. You were his favorite flavor. His tongue worked fast fingers thrusting into from below. He hummed against your pussy his nose rubbing against your clit. Taking in the sweet scent of your core.

You moaned loudly head falling back. Elbows propped and holding you up on the table. “Fuck,” you cursed looking down and seeing Xiaojun move his fingers from inside you to his mouth. Tongue replacing his fingers after he sucked them clean. He closed his eyes enjoying your taste.

He pulled back licking his lips. Some of your juices drizzled down his chin. He licked it humming at the taste. Eyed hung looking into your smirk on his lips. He leaned closer to you inches from your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Eyes twinkling as they looked into his. You jerked your neck. “Tell me how I taste,” you asked. He looked down at your thighs and then back at you. Little black hairs fell to his forehead.

“Sweet,” he said placing a gentle peck on your lips. “Savory,” he said placing another on your lips. You giggled. His hands fell to your waist pulling you closer. He stood directly between your legs. You could feel his hardened dick through his pants.

“My favorite meal,” he said a small smirk on his lips. He pulled you close engulfing his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. Ready to completely devour you.

The End ;)

Hope you enjoyed it! Xiaojun is my WayV bias so it was about time I wrote something for him.

See you soon;)

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nominzn · 1 year ago

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The Story of Us V

— Isso é amor? Kun Qian Primeiro Ato: Dress

SUGESTIVO

“Você não precisa estar gostando de alguém pra se sentir viva, acredita em mim.” a voz de Yangyang ecoa pelo seu quarto outra vez em mais uma chamada de vídeo.

Você abraça os joelhos com mais força, se forçando a não chorar de novo. Desde que Jaehyun escolheu a namorada, a sua autoestima tinha afundado num poço terrível. Rejeitada, trocada, insuficiente, é assim que tem pensado sobre si mesma.

“O que vocês fizeram foi errado, mas acabou. Agora é hora de se cuidar, entende? Você tem que se desvencilhar dessa ideia de validação. Você é linda, trabalha, tem sua vida, sua casa… coisas que você mesma fez por você.” Ele continua, tentando de verdade te animar. “Não vai ser um idiota com uma câmera na mão e um charme barato que vai te tirar do eixo.”

Você ri, sendo seguida pelo amigo. Tem tanta sorte de ser bem cuidada, todos os seus amigos te rodeiam de amor apesar do tamanho da besteira que tinha feito.

“E o que você vai fazer hoje? Você tem que fazer algo.”

— Tô esperando o Kun, a gente vai no cinema de novo. — suspira quase pirracenta. — Segundo ele, eu tenho que dar um tempo do bar porque tô bebendo demais. E eu nem chego no terceiro copo direito.

Yangyang ri malicioso, mas pensa duas vezes antes de fazer qualquer comentário. Acabou de te dar uma senhora bronca, não queria se contradizer.

“Ele cuida bastante de você, né? Interessante.”

— Onde você quer chegar, Yang? — indaga também travessa. Óbvio que não perderia a oportunidade de mexer com a moral dele.

“Quero dizer que beijo entre amigos fortalece a amizade. Nossa amizade é prova disso.”

— A gente nunca ficou, Yangyang. — você não consegue não rir da cara de pau dele. — Quer me dizer alguma coisa?

“Nunca?” Ele finge pensar, porém o sorriso de canto entrega tudo. “Mas é sério. Tem vezes que o amor tá do nosso lado e a gente não vê. Literalmente porque vocês são vizinhos.”

— Yang…

“ENFIM. Curte o cinema e pensa no que eu te falei, tá bem? Se cuida e vive um dia de cada vez. E não esconde as coisas na terapia.”

— Tá bem, pai. — provoca-o com a brincadeira que ele odeia. — Depois a gente se fala?

Ele murmura um tá bem e acena um tchau animado com as duas mãos. Como se fosse combinado, assim que você desliga e fecha o computador, a campainha toca.

Kun está com essa mania agora. Maldita ideia do síndico de instalar a coisa mais desnecessária do século.

Se for pra ter, vamos usar direito, né. Ele sempre refuta os seus protestos.

— Não vou parar. — Kun afirma no momento em que você abre a porta, a cara mais insatisfeita do mundo para ele. — Tá pronta, gracinha? — ele debocha mais.

— Testa mesmo minha paciência, Kun. — agarra a bolsa que está no sofá. — Depois não reclama.

— Desde quando eu reclamo de alguma coisa? — ele ajeita os cabelos e te acompanha trancar a porta, se aproximando para tentar arrancar alguma resposta.

Ele sempre foi… charmoso assim?

Não, isso é coisa que Yangyang botou na sua cabeça.

— Quer que eu faça uma lista? — levanta as sobrancelhas e encurta a distância também, comprando a briga.

Kun morde os lábios para segurar um sorriso que insiste em aparecer. Como não consegue refutar, você gira nos calcanhares e caminha até o elevador com ele em seu encalço.

— A pergunta não foi o preço. A pergunta foi: você vai querer pipoca? — ouve-o repetir a pergunta com uma leve impaciência.

Toda vez é isso.

— Ai, mas tá tão caro, Kun. — mexe nos cabelos, contendo um risinho para que ele entenda logo que quer o combo.

Ele aperta os olhos, desconfiado.

— Tá tudo bem?

— Como assim? — seus dedos param de enrolar os fios, e você o mira mais atenta. — Tá tudo bem, sim.

Com certeza é coisa da cabeça dele, você não jogaria charminho assim à toa. Sem dizer nada, te entrega os ingressos e corre para a fila vazia, voltando bem em tempo da sala cinco abrir segurando o pacote enorme de pipoca amanteigada, junto com o copo de refrigerante personalizado do filme.

— Não precisava.

— Só se eu não te conhecesse. — Kun aponta para a sua bolsa pendurada no ombro dele. — Pega aqui nossos crachás.

Outra razão para terem começado a frequentar o cinema é o desconto que a editora passou a oferecer recentemente. Você abre a própria bolsa e tateia os objetos enquanto Kun observa sua confusão.

Assim que os tem em mãos, comprovam o desconto novamente e entram na sala escura. Diferente das outras vezes, o frio na barriga te incomoda. Isso não é um encontro. Por que está tão nervosa?

Encontrando os assentos reservados, Kun tira a alça do ombro e coloca a bolsa ao seu lado depois de depositar a bebida no apoio de copos. Você toma a pipoca das mãos do garoto com um sorriso infantil no rosto, e ele acha graça.

Não assistem nenhum dos trailers porque têm a tradição de fazerem previsões sobre o filme antes que comece. Sussurram todas as apostas que vinham à cabeça, selando a promessa de que quem errar mais, paga o sorvete depois.

Durante o filme, a voz de Yangyang ecoa nos seus pensamentos de novo. Disfarçando, você olha para Kun, que está concentrado no enredo previsível, e começa a reparar no perfil do vizinho.

Não seria uma má ideia…

Meu Deus, não, fica quieta. Olha pra tela.

Como se estivesse curiosa demais, seus olhos voltam a mirá-lo.

Esse cabelo também não ajuda em nada. Ele sempre teve essa mandíbula marcada assim? Também nunca tinha reparado na boca desenhada, ele deve beij—

— Prepara o bolso, você tá errando tudo. — Kun se vira para você de repente, te acordando do transe. — Vou querer ir naquela sorveteria cara.

Pela primeira vez em muito tempo, suas bochechas coram. A proximidade te deixa em alerta, e cada palavra que sai dos lábios carnudinhos parecem durar uma eternidade.

Óbvio que ele percebeu seu olhar sobre ele, por isso caçou alguma coisa para falar. Por mais envergonhado que esteja, gosta demais da atenção, o que é um problema. Todo esse tempo você nunca reparou nele, apesar dele querer muito. Agora ele está tentando não inventar sinais onde não existe, mas hoje está especialmente difícil.

Suas mãos passam a suar, e também o ar condicionado não parece dar vazão. O que deu em mim?

Troca a pipoca de lugar, depositando o pacote no colo de Kun. Os dedos dele tocam os seus por breves segundos, como sempre, porém algo parece ter mudado. Outra vez seus olhos se demoram pelos detalhes dele, especialmente nas veias saltadas nas costas das mãos que seguiam pelo antebraço exposto. Levantando mais o olhar, só que as mangas da blusa oversized te impedem de seguir o curso.

A mente de uma mulher carente tem portas duvidosas.

O amigo precisou te avisar que os créditos do filme já estavam rolando porque os pensamentos estavam longe. Sem um pingo de vergonha na cara, forjando um sorriso inocente, recolhe o lixo e pega a bolsa para saírem dali.

Com a desculpa da visão desacostumada com o escuro, entrelaça os dedos no braço firme (mais do que você tinha imaginado) do homem. Ele estranha o contato por um breve segundo, mas relaxa ao te ver com uma expressão distraída no rosto.

— E o sorvete que eu vou pagar pra você? — comenta para lembrá-lo enquanto seguem o fluxo das outras pessoas.

— Ah… — limpa a garganta. — Na verdade, eu acabei errando mais, lembra?

— Sério?

— Você não prestou atenção no filme? — indaga de forma engraçada, já preparado para implicar com você ou algo do tipo.

— É, eu tava… distraída. — sorri ao encará-lo por um instante a mais do que o comum. Definitivamente tinha perdido a noção do perigo.

Mesmo se convencendo de que não tem nada demais e que ele está ficando maluco, estremece um pouco. Aproveita, então, para trocar o caminho e partir para a sorveteria.

Lá, tudo parece voltar ao “normal”. Vocês conversam como bons amigos enquanto tomam a sobremesa, Kun experimenta alguns dos sabores diferentes da sua tigela sob muitos protestos. Ele sabe que você ama o de pistache, então rouba uma colherada generosa só para ver sua cara de brava.

O clima é mais leve na volta para casa. A música no fundo embala o seu cansaço, e você aproveita para reclinar a cabeça sobre o ombro do vizinho. Entrelaça seus dedos na mão livre e brinca ao cantarolar a letra do rock clássico.

Desta vez o toque não o assusta, pelo contrário. Ele cede ao carinho e retribui, ainda em debate sobre como deveria interpretar as coisas.

Kun gosta de você já há algum tempo. No início não fez nada porque é o seu chefe, e acabou perdendo a chance para Renjun. Depois disso, sentiu que se tentasse algo seria injusto com o seu sofrimento, portanto, teve de assistir às péssimas escolhas que levaram ao seu envolvimento com Jaehyun. E agora não parece o momento para investir na possibilidade de vocês dois.

Você ainda está machucada, esperar mais um pouco não faria mal. Tem resistido todo esse tempo, resistiria mais.

Contudo, ele não contava com a força contrária que você decidiu fazer a partir daquela noite.

Acima de tudo, Kun é seu amigo e precisa ir devagar para não ultrapassar nenhum limite. Começou com um beijo mais demorado na bochecha ao cumprimentá-lo, sempre recebendo um sorriso sem jeito em resposta.

Depois, as jogadas de cabelo enquanto o explicava a agenda de publicações perto demais o pegaram desprevenido. O cheiro do perfume frutado não o deixa em paz.

Então vieram os apertos na coxa ao rir de uma piada que ele fez durante as caronas, as piadas de duplo sentido, os flertes nas entrelinhas…

São coisas pequenas que o fazem desejar perder a cabeça por instantes, só deixar qualquer postura de lado e te beijar. É como se você estivesse rondando os pensamentos dele de propósito, só para provocar.

O próximo passo quase o faz ceder.

Kun precisou te chamar para debater os ajustes de protocolo para edições, inventaram um padrão novo que você precisa saber. Ao te observar fechar a porta do escritório dele, respira fundo, se repreendendo por notar um pouco demais em você.

Você não ajuda, pois, em vez de usar a cadeira, segue até o outro lado e se senta na própria mesa, cruzando as pernas bem na altura dos olhos dele. Finge estar distraída com os papéis diante de si, mas vê quando ele desvia o olhar das suas pernas para a tela bloqueada do computador.

Segurando uma risada, ajeita o cabelo e limpa a garganta.

— Sim, chefe? — brinca com o apelido, sabendo que ele odeia. — Digo, Kun.

— Ha-ha. — finalmente toma coragem e te mira. — Leu o e-mail sobre o protocolo novo?

— Sim. — acena com a cabeça, fechando a pasta e depositando-a atrás de si, dando toda sua atenção ao homem à sua frente.

— E você… você tem alguma dúvida? — fixa o olhar bem nos seus olhos.

— Não. — apoia os punhos ao lado do quadril, arqueando uma sobrancelha para Kun.

Ele repara, então, que não teve de te chamar ali. Apenas queria te ver.

— Ah, ótimo. Pode ir, então. — volta a checar a tela do computador. Antes que pudesse pôr a senha para desbloqueá-lo, você desce da mesa e se coloca atrás dele.

— Tá tudo bem? — passeia as mãos pelo trapézio musculoso, massageando devagar. — Você parece meio… distante.

Kun relaxa sob o seu toque e tomba a cabeça para o lado. Se você pudesse…

— Hoje tá meio corrido, mas normal. — responde baixinho. — Falta pouco pra acabar.

— Topa um vinho hoje? — sugere, mesmo incerta de que ele aceite.

Kun ainda insiste na ideia de não beber durante a semana.

— A gente pede uma coisinha pra comer, abre um vinho e petisca enquanto espera chegar. — escorrega as mãos pelo torso, envolvendo-o num abraço, até que sua boca chegue mais perto do ouvido para tentar convencê-lo.

— É uma boa ideia, não vou negar que tô precisando. — ouve-o responder e comemora de leve, fazendo-o sorrir. — Não se acostuma não.

— Tarde demais.

Você comenta e se levanta, recolhendo seus papéis e saindo da sala. O dia tinha acabado de ficar melhor.

Ao chegar em casa, corre para tomar um banho relaxante antes de receber Kun, que foi fazer o mesmo no próprio apartamento. Assim que termina de se arrumar, inicia o preparo dos petiscos numa tábua: queijos, mais alguns frios, amendoins… tudo que tinha.

O vizinho chega quando você deposita as taças na mesa de centro, entra sem bater e sem tocar a campainha porque você o havia avisado que a porta estaria destrancada.

— Já fiz o pedido naquele italiano que a gente gosta, tudo bem? — ele pergunta enquanto você o entrega a bebida.

— Perfeito, vai demorar muito? — se senta com as pernas sobre as dele, disfarçando um sorriso quando sente as mãos fortes deslizarem pela sua canela.

Kun passou a te tocar muito mais nas últimas semanas, seu objetivo está se aproximando aos poucos.

A conversa flui muito bem como sempre, sem nem precisar de televisão ligada para entretê-los. Quando a comida chega, continuam conversando e bebendo o vinho perfeitamente harmonizado. Tudo parece se encaixar bem, mesmo faltando uma coisa.

Num brevíssimo segundo de coragem, você apoia uma das mãos no braço do sofá, passando o tronco por cima das pernas de Kun, e abandona a taça vazia na cômoda ali. Ficou levemente surpresa ao sentir os dedos na sua lombar te guiando de volta. Senta-se sobre os calcanhares, fitando o vizinho que discorre sobre uma das perguntas que tinha feito.

— Você sempre foi tão… — começa a falar quando ele termina, tomando o vinho restante da própria taça. — Nada, deixa.

— Agora fala, né. — o sorriso charmoso deixa claro que ele está mais leve.

— Vou reformular, então. — você diz e ele balança a cabeça para que prosseguisse. — Você é tão… bonito. — porque não está muito atrás de Kun, uma de suas mãos brinca com o ombro definido, a outra está apoiada perto do joelho.

— Você só reparou isso agora? — com a confiança de um homem alegrinho, ele alfineta sua investida. — Eu já reparei tanta coisa há tanto tempo.

Agora sim isso está ficando interessante.

— Tipo o quê? — morde os lábios ao encurtar um pouco a distância, inclinando-se um pouco mais na direção dele.

Kun não responde, põe as mãos atrás das suas coxas e te traz para o colo, fazendo-a envolver o quadril com as pernas. Ele te lança um olhar para checar se está tudo bem, e você assente devagar.

— Tipo que você quer tanto me beijar, mas tá me esperando tomar uma atitude.

Ele ri, negando as próprias palavras.

— Não, você tá me fazendo querer tomar uma atitude. — declara, por fim, os pensamentos que importunavam a mente nos dias anteriores.

— E funcionou? — sussurra sobre os lábios quase colados nos seus.

Outra pergunta que não precisa de resposta.

Exasperado, ele inicia um beijo com toda força que tem. Na bagunça entre os lábios desejosos, sua língua pede permissão e Kun cede sem nem pestanejar, aprofundando o beijo enquanto te guia pela nuca.

Seus dedos causam a bagunça que tanto imaginaram nos fios do homem, sem resistir puxá-los com mais vontade quando ele aperta seu quadril contra o dele. Não dá tempo de se recuperar porque as mãos fortes viajam pelas coxas, pela cintura, pelas costas.

Sem fôlego, separa o beijo intenso, mas não perde tempo. Beija cada parte do pescoço de Kun, arranhando o peitoral por cima da camisa quando ele inclina a cabeça para te dar mais acesso.

Ao passo que sua língua encontra o ponto fraco vez após vez, fica difícil disfarçar os suspiros mais altos que se derramam nos lábios. A visão é tão deliciosa, você não resiste a beijá-lo outra vez, desabotoando os botões da camisa marcada pelo seu batom.

Suas mãos sentem o torso exposto de Kun, provocando com as unhas ao alcançar o cós da calça. Os músculos tensionam sob seus dedos, e você sorri entre o beijo ao arrancar mais um suspiro dele.

A vontade que umedece sua calcinha te faz rebolar sobre o volume que você deseja, então quem geme é você, partindo o beijo ao fazê-lo. Kun aperta a carne da sua bunda e repete o movimento, querendo ouvir o som outra vez. Enquanto vocês encontram o ritmo perfeito, ele marca o seu colo e o seu pescoço com beijos molhados, vez ou outra gemendo bem perto do seu ouvido.

— Se você continuar rebolando assim, eu vou ter que arrancar esse vestido. — as palavras percorrem seu corpo e param bem onde você precisa dele.

— Eu só comprei esse vestido pra você tirar ele de mim. — confessa sem interromper o contato que só te incendeia mais.

Num movimento rápido, Kun abaixa o zíper lateral e remove a peça, se desfazendo dela de qualquer jeito. Hipnotizado pelo seu corpo, ele não desvia o olhar nenhum segundo sequer de cada parte sua. Por toda a noite, Kun te marca como dele. O segredo compartilhado em quatro paredes é intenso, delicioso e tão eletrizante que é difícil parar.

Ofegantes, mas completamente satisfeitos, se abraçam deitadinhos. Você é a primeira a rir, e Kun se deixa contagiar.

— Pra quem se fez de difícil…

Ele aperta o abraço na sua cintura, te repreendendo, mas não refuta. Permitem os corpos se acalmarem antes de tomar outro banho, juntos desta vez.

Agora Kun te conhece por inteiro, e não dá para saber aonde isso vai ou no que vai dar. No entanto, tudo que importa agora é essa eletricidade inescapável.

#nct pt br #nct br au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct suggestive #nct x reader #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv fanfic #kun scenarios #kun imagines #kun fanfic #kun fluff #kun x reader

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babbymochiiii · 8 months ago

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Thanks for the Doyoung scenario I requested!! It's so cute~~

How about Hendery scenario based on that song: https://youtu.be/nZ5SfoLB5yA?si=vcrtVeWXFfXZperG (It's popular these days...)

Don’t Go Insane: WONG KUN-HANG (HENDERY)

Pairing: incubus Hendery x afab reader

Synopsis: you swear you've seen him everywhere you go! Walking down the street, on the bus, wherever you are at he is there...but meeting him for the first time, officially, you find out he’s only just getting a hang of his new job.

Link: Don’t Go Insane by DPR Ian

Warnings: suggestive-ish

Word count: 929 words

Requested by @sadfragilegirl

Author’s note: thank you for requesting again hon! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing! I’ve been dying to write something for Hendery but couldn’t think of what and you came in clutch !! 😩🙏🏼

Divider credit @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 💕

You swear you’re not going insane…

I mean, you think you’re seeing his face everywhere you go but…how can that possibly be happening when you’ve been seeing him in your dreams.

You were walking down the street when you could’ve sworn you saw him. He even smiled at you! But when you turned around to see if it was him, he wasn’t there anymore.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, you quickly made your way home.

You felt your breastbone move up and down hastily as you got behind your closed apartment door. Locking it as if he followed you back home.

It’s just your figment of imagination…

You said to yourself as you placed a hand on your chest to calm down your ragged breathing.

You walk towards your living room. Placing your bag onto the coffee table before you threw yourself onto the couch, covering your eyes as you tried to think of anything expect of him.

After a while you feel yourself falling asleep. You know you shouldn’t fall asleep especially with not eating or cleaning yourself up, but you were extremely tired, and you couldn’t hold back the pull that sleep was giving you.

Without any fight, you fall asleep.

As darkness wrapped around you, you felt completely at ease until warm hands started to glide gently around your body. It was almost as if they weren’t there.

Almost.

You felt yourself jolt awake and look above you where you can see the owner of the hands.

“YOU!” You screamed out as you pushed yourself to the other end of the couch.

The look of being caught off guard was on the mysterious man’s face as he looked at you. A small blush heated his face, but he recovered quickly in the blink of an eye, as if he wasn’t fazed at all.

“Hello.” He said with a soft expression that you knew it was all an act.

“Who are you? Actually—“you said as you have him a suspicious glance as you narrowed your eyes. “—what are you?”

A smirk broke out on his face. “Well first off my name is Hendery.” He said as he gave you a mocked bow. “And I’m an incubus.”

“That makes sense.”

“I’m here to eat away at your— what?” The demon named Hendery said as he gave you a confused look with a tilt of his head.

“Well…it just makes sense. Like you’re only supposed to be around me in my dreams, but I see you everywhere. Which is honestly unheard of for an incubus.”

A fierce blush takes over his face as he looks at you then to his shoes. “To be honest I’m new to all this. And though I’m not supposed to be letting you see me while you’re awake…I just wanted to see you.”

“You’re a new incubus?” You teased as you gave him a wide smile.

“I-I am.” He said flustered that you teased him.

“Awe! That’s so cute!” You gushed at him as you went over to where he was and pinched his cheeks.

A gasp resounds out of him as he slaps your hand away from his cheek. “Woman!”

“Hey! Don’t be rude.” You pouted as you gave him an accusing look.

“I am a demon! I’m not cute, nor do you need to pinch my cheek!” he huffs as he crosses his hands over his chest.

An amused chuckle escapes you before you can conceal it.

"Why are you laughing?" Hendery whined as he gave you a look that you swore seemed he was going to cry.

"I'm not just..." you trailed off as you felt another laugh bubbling up and trying to escape your throat. "it's just it's hard to believe that you're an incubus when you act the way you do." you said as you felt a giggle escape.

"I think it gives me personality." He said with a shrug.

"Right...personality." you mumbled as you gave him a teasing smile.

"Well, this personality got to fuck you so." He said as a smirk as he watched the way your face flushed at what he said.

"I— you know what, get out."

"Get out?" Hendery laughed as he placed a hand on his hand as if mocking offense. "Baby, you're stuck with me." He says as he gives you a devilish smirk.

"Stuck with you? How?"

"That's just how us incubus work princess." Hendery teased as he gave you a mocked look of sympathy.

"Do I gotta get a witch in here to get you out of my life? Like I didn't ask for an incubus to come into my life." you said as you took hold of your phone and started to look into how you can get this man — well demon out of your life permanently.

"Hate to break it to you princess but you're the one that summoned me here."

"I— I did what?" you asked. There was no way this was true. How is it possible that you're the one that summoned him. This must be some sort of demon trick. "You're lying to me."

"Demon don't lie. We speak the truth sweetheart." He said with an unreadable expression.

"But you spin the truth..."

"Always." He said with a smirk on his face.

"So, I'm stuck with you then?"

"That you are princess." He said as he gave you a smirk.

Seeing the way the demon named Hendery looked at you right now, how are you not going to feel insane knowing that you have a demon companion?

Only time will tell.

#mochi asks 🦋#nct #WayV #nct and wayv #nct imagines #nct suggestive #nct smut #nct hendery #wayv hendery #hendery #hendery smut #Hendery suggestive #romance #kpop #kpop imagines #kpopidol

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candidsoup · 2 months ago

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Someone plz give me Kpop suggestions

Okay so over the years I’ve slowly gotten more into K-pop. I now have found a decent handful of groups that I really like. I started out mostly only liking girl groups but found boy groups I also love more recently. I’m now like.. into K-pop but very outside of “the fandom” if that makes sense. Anyway I’m kinda trying to find more groups that scratch the same itch as the ones I like most so please K-pop knowledgeable people, give me suggestions ^^

My favs:

Orange Caramel

Red Velvet

Twice

WJSN

NCT all the groups but especially NCT 127 and WayV (I literally got into NCT 127 BECAUSE OF Sticker so make of that what you will)

Oneus

TVXQ

(Also I just got into Kard???)

EDIT: It's messed up that I forgot that I'm also into SHINee and EXO

#kpop #kpop bg #kpop gg #twice #red velvet #oneus #orange caramel #NCT 127 #NCT #wayv #tvxq #Kard #wjsn #IU #Kpop suggestions #shinee #exo

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blue-broken-heart · 2 years ago

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19+ Steady Hands Johnny Suh X Kun Qian X Reader

!Short extract! Summary: You and Kun are dating and he takes you to get a tattoo at one of his friends' shop. Johnny is a heavily tatted man with a dark vibe about him, he's focused and sexy as hell. When you decide to put the tattoo on your hip things seem to go downhill for you.

Tropes and Triggers: cuckholding (Gratification from seeing ones partner engage with another), tattooing, blood, Sthenolagnia (muscle lovers), Body painting(focused on the sensation of the tattoo gun), Edging, No-release, Oral(Fem receiving).

This Kun:

This Johnny:

This Vybe:

Work starts;

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

Your eyes darted around the small room. It had a number of patterns and stencils framed and placed against the walls. However unlike most beliefs the room was very well lit. almost too bright and there were extra wheely lamps that would be used during the process if needed.

Strangely it was as if Johnny already knew you were going to tattoo your hip, he had placed an odd extension onto the chair, and had you lift one leg onto it.

Of course it served the purpose of allowing your entire hip to be shown but when it clicked you’d be underwear less on it- that became a bit of a suggestive item. You did it nevertheless.

“J-Jo-Jon stop please~” You moan, legs open wide, air cooling your entire cunt as Johnny tattoo’ over your mound. his muscles flexing as he held your skin taunt to ensure the area didn't get fucked up.

You knew there would be a high- very high chance that you’d get turned on during this session but Kun sat there and got his thigh tattoos so easily you were content you could do the same.

Your tattoo wasn’t even that detailed, but Johnny would make it so.

“Babe- hold out, Jon’s almost done with the line work,” Kun smirked, kissing your knuckles, you could feel his tongue slip between your index and middle finger to stroke the flesh. It made you arch in shock trying to avoid the movement.

Instead due to Johnny’ hand placed flat on your gash your movement made his finger slip between your lips, it made your thighs shake.

Your eyes shooting to the man instantly- however he remained focused on the task at hand and didn’t bother with where his hand went. You could see his his toned muscles flexed and bulged in his forearm as he moved the gun, then he moved his hand from your cunt to grab his wash cloth and wipe away your blood.

They felt nice.

He had thick rough fingers that you could feel through the blue latex gloves.

He pressed down a bit with his hand while biting his lip, the hand with the tattoo gun moving a bit slower, making you writhe a bit and you could feel his finger brush over your entrance.

“K-Kun,” you beg, eyes watering as he licked and sucked at your hand, “Make it stop~ haaaa ahhhh~”

There was a small pop of your lower back cracking and it was there you couldn’t be more thankful that you and Kun showed up right before Johnny closed so it was just the three of you in the corner shop on the plaza.

“I can’t,” you pant, biting your lower lip. Tattoos didn’t hurt a lot, but you didn’t expect that this would get you so hot.

“What do you want us to do?” Johnny said, sitting back and smirking up at you.

Holding up his gloved hand that glittered with slick from his pressing on your lower lips. He rolled his chair back a bit, the over head light making your cunt shine as your slick bubbled and throbbed as your clenched under the gaze of the men.

“I won’t survive this tattoo,” You bit your lip.

You felt very exposed under the black leather chair, the separate leg extension wide apart with you laid back. The bright light shining down on you, generates extra heat to make you sweat.

“So you’re going to stay squirming under Jon?” Kun asked, pulling away from your now sticky hand. He held it and brought it between your legs, “Or you want to block up and go home?”

“I- I’m getting turned on,” You whine, letting your hand rest over your cunt, touching a bit of blood that rose after Johnny wiped your skin.

“Then tell me princess? What’s your deal?” Johnny asked and you liked that name from his mouth.

It sounded dirty.

“Keep going,” You exhale after a few moments of looking at the two men in silence, “But!” You hold up the wet hand Kun moves, “If I’m close I want one of you to finish me.”

“Hhm?” Jon smirked, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes, as he pushed it back, “K- you heard what your girl’s telling me all spread legged in my shop right?”

“I hear her loud and clear J,” Kun smirked, his hand holding your chin as his thumb swipes over your lower lip. You let him trace his hand over your chest and stomach and grip your mound before he uses his finger to spread you making you gasp in shock, “So I’m letting you use my girl, show her what a dirty cockslut is.”

Johnny laughed a deep sound that made you breathe faster. Johnny looked like the dangerous type, and you liked that. Johnny looked like the type who liked choking- but kept at it until his partner blacked out and couldn’t move properly and he’d keep going.

“Then I’ll take you up on that K,” Johnny said,dipping one of those rough fingers into you and drawing a line up from your hole to your peaking clit.

“Look at her,” Kun spoke, “She’s so fucking needy right now,”

Johnny pulled his hand away and lifted his finger to Kun who smirked, looking at you as he leaned down to suck Johnny’s finger. Making a show of bobbing his head and swirling his tongue on his friends’ hand.

“Gods you’re so fucking hot right now,” Johnny laboured, using his other hand to grip Kun's neck and drag him into a kiss.

The men locked lips and kissed feverishly, letting small moans and pants escape the gasps for air and slippery sounds of their spit mixing.

It thrilled you seeing Kun under someone. It made your legs tremble in joy as Johnny didn’t break eye contact with you throughout his little make out with Kun.

It was so exciting seeing Johnny focus on you while he had Kun’s eyes rolling back under him from nothing but a kiss.

“MMh~” Kun struggled out and broke the kiss, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Lets finish her up first.”

Johnny smirked, and simply moved back to cleaning his tattoo gun and changing the needles and ink.

“Hey y/n,” Johnny called after a bit, he looked ready to put the gun back to your skin.

“Yeah?” You ask curiously, it was still embarrassing sitting spread legged, wet and having Johnny on a wheely stool between your legs.

“You look good in fishnets don’t you?” Johnny asked and you were startled.

“Should I put on a pair?” You grin back. If you were embarrassed your goal would be to make them hot.

“You got one?” Kun asked, a fat grin breaking out.

“Does he?” You ask, looking over at Johnny, who looked between you and Kun before laughing and wheeling away.

He came back with a little plastic pouch from the front of the store, “Of course I do.”

Johnny winked, tearing open the pack and throwing it to you, “Get busy princess.”

You wore them and lifted your legs back in. letting Johnny back to tattooing. About 15 minutes later you started feeling it again. You gripped Kuns’ hand a bit tighter, trying to draw his attention from his phone.

Johnny kept starting on your ass and moving forward, letting your mound be the last thing he did. He’d take his time and slowly fill int the patterns then colours and what not.

“J-Jon?” You asked out, feeling his hand pressing on you again.

“Yeah?” Johnny asked, completely unfazed.

“Dip your fingers,” You whine a little.

Johnny didn't pay much attention but when his finger dipped your eyes rolled back and you moaned as his ring and index finger slipped right into your cunt. Your jaw slackening as you try to ride them.

Johnny pressed his finger down and it pained you, making your hips flutter to relax, “Down girl.”

He scolded, shaking his head, “When I finish this part's shading daddy’ll fix princess, okay?”

“Yes.” You panted, nodding as you tense and untense your lips, trying to create some friction.

Johnny used his hand to wipe away the bit of blood that came up from your skin from the constant miniature stabbings and kissed your thigh with a sly smirk, “Just a bit again before I finish the shading okay?”

Nodding as Johnny licked away some of your blood making you tense your thighs.

Fuck Johnny was so hot with it. Kun didn’t look to care as he sat there texting away laughing at some times and smirking. However with a single glance down you could tell Kun was listening, he was definitely listening and his cock wanted to be apart of it as it was beginning to pay attention.

“John~” You breathe out, unable to contain it. You were unaware of anything other than the humming of the gun and the small jolts it sent through your body.

“Mmh?” Johnny mused and you felt so strange. Your clit was flicking itself. Sending sharp pulses through your body and making your chest tick.

“Good girl princess.” Johnny praised as your head dropped.

You were a bit too out of it, when you felt a small tingle stroke over your clit. It got you confused as the vibrating had stopped. You didn’t pay attention to your hands on your stomach bunching your t-shirt until it got stronger and more controlled.

When the movement began to flick and swirl your legs started shaking and your body shot up. Johnny’s head was buried between your legs as he had started to eat you out.

You wanted to- putting your hands into his hair and gripping the very soft strands that felt like silk. Rolling your waist on his face as his arms snake around your waist and hold you in place. The curses fall out of your mouth like drool did.

Johnny built you up and kept you there until your convulsing body couldn't breathe anymore and he pulled away. Discarding his gloves and moving to clean the tattoo gun again.

Your jaw was loose and eyebrows pressed together as you struggled to sit up and look at him.

Was this the game they’d set for the duration?

me aka the janitor go in to clean after cause these mfs made me wait outside:

I apologise for writing this for you to read but since you did and you got this far- like it and reblog it now.

And if you want another short drop a request.

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neocrias · 3 months ago

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making out with wayv

warnings: slightly suggestive; some of the stories may be longer than others (we got a bit carried away lol sorry); reader insert; gn reader (mostly)

pairings: wayv and reader

gender/aus: fluff; established relationships (or not); casual fling;

other units: 127 II dream

Kun

Qian Kun was a gentleman. You knew this from the first time you saw him amongst his chaotic group of friends at the birthday party of one of your mutual friends. She insisted in introducing you to the guys, and it would be a lie if you said you didn't take immediate interest in the most patient of them; the one who just smiled and nodded when he was mocked by the loud boys around him.

You obviously shared in a subtle way - or not - with your friend that you were interested in the guy with "the dimples" she had introduced you to. And, after she pulled some strings, a date between you two was arranged. It would be an understatement to say that you were anxious for the big day: you were simply a nervous wreck! And then Kun came along and sorted everything out. His smile, kind words and good manners made it for you.

It was a mix of things: when he opened the car door for you, the fact that he brought you flowers, the fancy but not overpriced restaurant he took you to and the bill he made sure to pay. Was it all a dream? You couldn't believe he was real.

And of course, during the whole drive home, there was only one thing you could think about: you had to kiss Kun. You'd already dropped a few hints, but you didn't want to seem too desperate. So, when the car softly stopped by your house, you turned to the driver with a naive smile.

— Thank you so much Kun, it's been a wonderful evening. — You thanked him sincerely. Suddenly, Kun leaned towards you, and the first thing you could think of was "thank God!". You closed your eyes, longing for the moment when your lips touch, but it doesn't come. The warmth of Kun's approach suddenly fades and you open your eyes curiously, realizing that he was just trying to unbuckle your seatbelt in his typically gentlemanly way.

But Kun obviously realizes that you had other intentions when he returns to the driver's seat and sees you with your eyes closed in his direction. He flahses a smile that is less polite and polished than the others he had showed you that night, understanding exactly what you wanted. And it was obvious that he'd been wanting to kiss you too from the start of the date too, but he was afraid he'd end up looking too rushed, so he held back. Now, however, he didn't have to pretend anymore.

He leaned towards you once more, resting one hand on your seat and brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen across your face with the other. That same hand rested gently on your cheek as he sought out your lips with his own. "Finally," you thought. Kun's soft lips were exactly as you had imagined all night, and their slow but intense rhythm was far more incredible than you could have imagined. After a few moments deepening the kiss, Kun's hand, which had been lovingly enveloping your face, began to move downwards, first finding your neck, then your back until it reached the base of your spine, squeezing your waist lightly. You get excited, trying to bring your body closer to his, but Kun stops the kiss and lovingly rests a peck on your lips.

— I'm sorry, you look so beautiful today that I couldn't help myself. — He jokes, smiling. Kun wanted to continue the kiss, but had just remembered that this was only your first date anyways.

Ten

"You need to finish this paper today" was all you could think about for three whole days. Of course, this also made you neglect your boyfriend a bit, but it was only a few days, he wouldn't have minded, right? Wrong!

Ten was upset, annoyed, irritated and extremely - EXTREMELY - needy. He missed you so much at work and when he arrived at the apartment you shared, he still missed you because of this damn course you took at college.

In an impulse, Ten went up to you completely determined, he pulled your chair back, sliding it so that you were further away from the wooden table and consequently from the computer. Ten sat on your lap, one leg on either side of your hip and his shoulders around your neck.

— Do you always come here, gorgeous? — He said in a funny voice.

— Only on difficult days. — You replied, joining in his joke.

— Then this must be a very difficult week for you. — He continued. His fingers curled into your hair, giving it a gentle tug that made your body tense up and then relax.

— What can I do to help you, hm? — He was just teasing you, it was supposed to be a funny joke, but it ended up messing with your head anyway. Your body tingled, your hands wanted something to squeeze, you missed him too. In fact, you were missing your boyfriend more than he could have imagined.

Ten smiled when he saw your body react so beautifully to his touches, and he hadn't done anything much. But who was he to lie? He was feeling the same as you after repressing his desires for days.

He bent down until his thin lips slid over yours, the tips of your noses touching lightly, and you both let out a relieved sigh as you kissed for real. You instinctively brought your hands up to his waist, gripping the blue cotton shirt between your fingers so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

Ten in retaliation pulled the hair on the back of your neck harder, causing a surprised moan of pain to escape before you knew it. Before you could separate completely, Ten ran the tip of his tongue over your upper lip, making you sigh once more and squeeze your thighs together tightly.

You were both panting, with swollen lips and red cheeks. Neither of you wanted to open your eyes, let alone come back to reality and the obligations you had to fulfill, so, with your eyes still closed and your foreheads pressed together, Ten asked:

— Can't you finish this tomorrow?

You couldn't, but who cares about deadlines when Ten is all over you, begging for a single chance to take you to the heights? You certainly wouldn't!

Winwin

You knew there was something special about Sicheng. Ever since you found out that he was going to be your romantic partner in the new c-drama you were going to star in, you started researching about him more. Those sparkling eyes and shy smile he displayed during his group activities as a k-pop idol didn't fool you: you knew there was something more in there, and you were willing to find out what. As soon as Dong Sicheng arrived on set, with his royal-like features and his few quiet words - apart from polite greetings and the intense performance as the male lead, you were already sure you wanted to find out more about him.

That's why, when he invited you to visit him at his penthouse with the premise of "practicing lines" from the script, you accepted without a second thought. Of course now, sitting on his expensive couch with a glass of luxury wine on the coffee table in front of you and a slightly drunk and smiling Sicheng by your side, you felt a little less like a character investigator and a little more like a potential prey of the irresistible actor. And you know what's worse? You liked it. Oops.

— I can't stand it any longer, I have to say it! I love you… with all my heart. — Sicheng read his lines, full of emphasis and a little irony due to the wine. He stared at you, and you could almost feel the deep feelings of his character. It was then that you remembered the cue that this line implied: a kiss between the two characters.

Sicheng slowly moved closer and you closed your eyes. When his lips brushed lightly, you practically forgot about your performance and completed the kiss, pulling his face closer to yours. You enjoyed it for a while, until your coworker pulled away, letting out a chuckle.

— I think you're a bit too excited for a technical kiss, aren't you? — He jokes and you gasp. What? But he's the one who set this whole thing up! It's not possible that now that you've matched him, he'd act all innocent!

— Hey! I was just getting into character! It's not as if I actually wanted you, alright?

— Y/n…Everyone wants me. — Sicheng almost rolls his eyes, raising one of his eyebrows at you without losing his mocking smile.

— But not me!

— Oh is that so? I think you do.

And he was painfully right. As presumptuous as he was, he was very attractive.

While you were thinking about Don Sicheng's audacity, you barely felt him approach you once again and, when he was already considerably closer, he looked you straight in the eye, as if asking for your permission. You just nodded, but didn't give him time to come to you, because you immediately closed the space between you, holding the back of his neck tightly and touching his lips for the second time that night. The strong, sweet taste of the wine invaded you along with Sicheng's soft lips and you grunted lightly when he squeezed both sides of your waist, pressing you down and laying you gently on the sofa.

Yeah, it seems like filming this TV show with Sicheng is going to be easier than you thought.

Xiaojun

Oh, summer. Summer was always so exciting! There was always something to do during the season, from going out for a popsicle to taking a trip with your friends. The latter was your favorite activity, and every time you went on vacation, you would tried to book a week at a nearby resort or at a rented beach house.

This summer was no different. You and your friends got reservations for one of the most interesting resorts you've been to so far. There was every sort of activity in the place and yet the one thing that filled your thoughts for days and nights in that paradise had a first and last name: Xiao Dejun.

Xiaojun - how he liked to be called - was also there for his summer vacation with some friends. He was honestly one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your short lifetime, and you just couldn’t take your eyes off him ever since you saw him playing billiards in the resort's arcade. Luckily enough, he paid attention to you too, and insisted on talking to you even though you were a blushing mess next to him all the time you bumped into each other in that damn hotel. Even better, he actually took enough interest in you to ask for your number, and to casually text you every so often, asking you to meet him in different spaces inside of the resort. You accepted it every. single. time. And your friends eventually got tired of your shy giggles every time your cellphone beeped with a text message notification.

And then once again there you were, in the middle of the night, trying to find Xiaojun just from his shared location on your phone. When you finally arrive at the small red dot marked on the map, you find yourself in the resort pool, lit up only by the small lights inside of the water and the moonlight above you. Also in there, you get to see Xiaojun swimming underwater and take a deep breath, becoming slightly nervous by his sight.

When he emerges, you suddenly hold your breath as you face Xiaojun's wet torso. Drops of water fall quickly from his hair down his body as he leans on the edge of the pool to sit down. He finally sees you and flashes the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, making you melt.

— I'm so glad you found me. — He jokes, letting out a chuckle. You try to look into his eyes as he speaks, you really try to, but it's almost impossible when he's right there, soaking wet, half-naked and looking like a real Chinese god.

— Get in here. — He says nodding at the pool and you gasp, swallowing.

You look at the shimmering water of the pool with suspicion. You hadn't even brought a towel or bathing suit! Still doubtful, you approach and test the temperature of the water with the tip of your foot, immediately shaking off the chill. Then your eyes trail to Xiaojun, who looks at you expectantly. You calmly analyze his features, letting yourself be carried away by the beauty of your summer crush, and decide to do as he asks. Damn it.

The dive is strong as you feel the water hit your body, immediately enveloping you with its icy intensity. Seeking the surface in a hurry, you emerge only to see the rest of the pool empty. "Where's X-"

A hand wraps around one of your thighs and you suppress a startled shout as you look down to see Xiaojun underwater with a playful smile. The boy swims to the surface and emerges a few centimeters from you, making your eyes widen.

— You're very cute, you know that? Like a scaredy cat... — He practically whispers, his completely dark eyes dropping to look at your lips, which are trembling slightly from the cold. Xiaojun slid his hands under your waist, tightening them firmly around your soaked t-shirt. You had already noticed from your encounters that he liked to take the lead, so you just let him do the honors.

He suddenly pulled you closer, splashing a few drops of water around you. You feel Xiaojun's cold body brushing against yours, yet you can't help but feel a growing warmth at the top of your stomach, causing a sly smile to appear on your lips. Xiaojun then finally leans in to kiss you, attacking your lips with strenght but also with precision. The kiss fits almost immediately and you soon feel Xiaojun's tongue asking for space between your lips, which you promptly obey.

Something about the moonlight, or the way the water surrounds you both in your frenetic rhythm, or perhaps Xiaojun's firm lips on yours together with the Chinese man's irresistible grip make you feel like you're in paradise, and your sudden confidence makes you wrap your arms around the boy's neck, leaning on him as you circle his waist with both of your legs, pulling him closer to you.

Xiaojun enjoys your boldness, and bites your lower lip sllightly, causing you to absolutely lose it all. He subtly separates from you so that you can catch your breath, but keeps your foreheads pressed together as he smiles mischievously.

Hendery

You and Hendery weren't exactly friends, but you had a lot of friends in common, which brought the two of you closer together. One day, Hendery invited some friends over to play RE4, a game he had wanted to play since he was a child, but had never been able to do alone because he was scared. The friends in question were Xiaojun and Yangyang - your cousin and your best friend respectively - and, of course, you.

The guys were smarter than they looked and they knew that Hendery was into you, deeply into you, so the two of them decided to skip out and leave the two of you alone that afternoon.

You arrived early and were warmly welcomed by a lively and playful Hendery. Before the boys could even show up, you started playing, each taking a different stage and having fun while the other was scared.

After a completely unexpected jumpscare that made Hendery jump and hit his shin on the coffee table, you realized that more than an hour had passed and neither Xiaojun nor Yangyang had arrived yet. You sent a message asking for them and received a simple "something happened" and "my bad" in reply.

— I'll get us something to eat and we can watch a movie, maybe? - Hendery suggested and you were happy to accept. He came back with some snacks and two cans of coke, sat down next to you and put on Netflix. — Comedy?

— Scary movie? — you asked back.

— The second one?

You nodded when he got exactly what you were thinking. The two of you understood each other so well... almost as if it was meant to be. In less than 20 minutes you were no longer paying attention to the movie as Hendery told a very embarrassing story about Yangyang and Xiaojun.

You laughed all afternoon and with every word he said, funny expressions he made or even the way he gestured, you laughed out loud and threw your head back, feeling your belly hurt from laughing so much. And, for a moment, that was all that happened until the scenery changed and, somehow, you were now sitting on his lap with crumpled clothes and swollen red lips.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers ruffling the soft brown strands as he left kisses and nips along the length of your neck and shoulders. Hendery's arms circled your waist, pulling you closer and pressing you down, preventing you from moving too much.

— I've had a crush on you for months, you know that? — Hendery murmured against your ear and gently moved his hand down from your waist to your thigh, making the phantom touch prickle your skin.

— Yeah? I should have done something about that before. — You replied by leaving a bite on his collarbone, which was easily reddened by the pale skin.

— Oh, don't worry about that," he warned. — I'll make up for every second lost.

Yangyang

You were already a bit tired of being friends with Liu Yangyang. I mean, we all have a limit - and he was already testing yours. Double entendre, dirty jokes, and unfriendly touches used to fill your encounters, but no one seemed brave enough to simply take the first step: a kiss, that's all you wanted. It had already reached an annoying level of neediness, where you dreamed of the taste of your "friend's" lips.

Today he invited you to his house, as usual. You already had the script in mind: he's going to let you play with his cats while he shows you the new collection of clothes he bought online and have just arrived, bragging about his acquisitions. Then he'd order you something to eat and put some silly video on the TV in the bedroom that you'd both watch, usually lying on the bed in some unusual position for "friends". If it was a day when he was less committed to the whole silent-flirting thing, maybe he'd just play on his computer while you watched TV until the food arrived. You eat, you talk, you fight over who gets to do the dishes and he says goodbye to you with a kiss dangerously close to your mouth, sending you the most playful smile in the world while you mentally curse him for not going all the way in.

But today, everything seemed different. Yangyang had already been acting strange with you for a few days: more incisive, more flirty than ever and sending you messages like "I miss you" or "I wish you here sm" at half past two in the morning, making you question your sanity. So when you leave your shoes by the door and are greeted by the little ball of fur meowing, your heart is a little fluttery and you're a little anxious. Will today finally be the day?

He greets you with a different smile - less playful and more… tender? You can't tell, but since then Yangyang has been treating you with more care all afternoon, almost as if you two weren't so close. The dirty jokes are replaced by sincere compliments and the teasing touches become more affectionate. Sitting on Yangyang's bed, after a long conversation, he pulls one of your locks of hair away from your face and you feel your cheeks heat up. This is it.

Yangyang comes closer and smiles, looking at your lips full of tenderness. You close your eyes and move closer together. By the time you excitedly manage to feel the warmth of Yangyang's face next to yours, it's too late to be delicate, and you feel a slightly harsher collision than you expected, pulling away immediately afterwards. Oh no. It's your first kiss with Yangyang and he's knocked his tooth into yours.

Your expression immediately turns worried as you see Yangyang embarrassed - you can't help but find his pout extremely cute.

— It's okay! It was nothing. — You clarify out loud.

— My bad… — He starts apologizing at the same time, until he notices your reassuring tone and raises one of his eyebrows. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a laugh that you've been trying to hold back for a few seconds and he widens his eyes. — Oh, so you think this is funny? I wouldn't laugh at myself if I were you.

— Why not? — You laugh again, watching Yangyang's countenance gradually change.

— Because I could punish you… — he whispers, transforming himself. Suddenly, the insecure boy who tried to kiss his best friend for the first time a few moments ago becomes more agile, confident and self-assured. Yangyang pulls on your waist with just one hand, gluing your bodies together and surprising you with his strength. He winks at you once, revealing his playful side for one last time before bringing your lips together voraciously, taking his free hand to your jaw and caressing the area around your cheek as you move to make the kiss fit in more.

After a while, you practically push Yangyang away so you can catch your breath.

— Okay, I think you really know what you're doing. — You smile between hurried breaths, making Yangyang let out a laugh, showing you his very white, strong teeth - which you know now thanks to your new experience.

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writemekpop · 2 years ago

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Secret | Qian Kun

Summary: You try to tell your boyfriend Kun that you are pregnant, but you can’t get a word in.

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty

Word Count: 0.5k

You have a big secret.

You’re pregnant.

Tonight, you have to tell your boyfriend Kun, who’s rehearsing with his rock band, Dreamerz.

Kun interrupts you before you can speak. ““We’re going to open for Nell, baby!” His eyes are feverishly bright. “They’re talking about a world tour!”

As he talks, Kun doesn’t even look at you.

You feel your frustration rise to the boil. Your feet ache, you smell like plane, and you’ve been fighting waves of sickness all evening.

Standing on the edge of the stage, watching Kun run down the stairs, you do something that you will regret for a long time.

“I’m pregnant!” you shout.

Kun freezes.

He stands, statuesque, his shoulders bunched.

When he turns, all of human history is visible on his face.

He walks back up the stairs towards you, his eyes on your belly.

One step. Another. Your heart thuds in your ears.

“How long?” he breathes.

“A month,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he says. Tears fall silently down his cheeks.

“I tried,” you say.

Kun rests his head on your belly and shuts his eyes, his tears dampening your shirt. A low animal sound leaves his throat, an emotion too strong for words.

You cradle his head in your hands, twisting his soft hair in your fingers. You never want to let go.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying not to cry. “I know this isn’t a good time, your world tour…”

He looks up at you, his face blank. “What?”

You laugh through your tears. “You were going to go on a tour, b-but I don’t think you can…”

Kun grins. “Fuck the world tour.” Then, he breaks out in tears again. “I’m going to be a father!”

He takes the next two steps in one bound, clutching you tight to him in a breathless hug. His strong arms make you feel weightless, like you could lift your feet off the ground, and you would still be safe.

“Easy there,” you chuckle, when his vice grip shows no sign of loosening. “Baby, remember?”

He gasps, letting you free. “Oh, I forgot.”

You laugh at the utter bewilderment on his face. “Aren’t you upset? About the band? I thought this tour was make-or-break for your career.”

“I want nothing except to meet our child.” Kun kisses your hand. “If you told me to give up music, right now, I would do it. I’m sorry if I haven’t made that clear.”

“I would never ask that of you,” you say, stunned.

“I know,” he says, smiling. “You’re too kind for that.” He chuckles to himself. “And if our baby gets even one fraction of your kindness, your brilliance, your beauty… they’re going to be just fine.”

You smile back at him.

“I would say the same.”

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haechanhues · 1 year ago

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THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

chapter two : osaki shotaro

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mystverse · 2 years ago

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RED | L.TN

Pairing : ten lee × afab reader

Genre : romance

Warning : graphic description of sex, consensual sex, use of safe word so please proceed with caution, minors dni, etc.

Song : Animals - Maroon 5

Your fingers type out your resignation letter with your eyes trained on it, when your assistant arrives with someone who you'd hate to deal with, ❝Y/N, Mr.Lee is here to see you❞ you audibly scoff, rolling your eyes, ❝Tell him to come in and you can leave, Yeon. Ask my driver to drop you home❞

The door clicks open, and Ten walks in with his black hair messy and wet, and his white shirt clinging to his skin, ❝Ever heard of welcoming guests, Y/N?❞ you shouldn't notice the way. He pulls off the cloth, sticking to his skin or the tattoos visible through his shirt. You shouldn't notice the way he smiles, his iconic annoyingly beautiful smile that irritates you to the core. You shouldn't notice water droplets trickling down his Adam's apple and fading into his wet, transparent shirt, but you do, it's very much clear to your eyes, and you internally cuss yourself for it, before hissing out a reply, ❝What even made you think that I'll consider you as a guest?❞ you slam the files shut that are open around you and minimize the mail.

The rain must have been heavy, you think to yourself. If not, Ten would never come to your mansion willingly since you hated him with a burning passion, and you have your reasons. He's your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend. Things didn't work out when both of you had to compete for the CEO position at Lush Fashion House. It was a battle for power that crumbled your relationship, causing the break-up. Harsh words had enough damage to both of you. Both of your families weren't aware of it, and you wanted to keep it like that, acting like you are so in love (you are, actually but so blinded by the power to admit it) for their peace of mind, but all that happened didn't mean you didn't love him. You did, you do, and you always will, but it's just not meant to be. It's not happily ever after, and you hated that.

Your socks clad feet curls up when they touch the freezing cold floor, making you curse. Ten chuckles, as he follows you out of your built-in office, ❝Come on, Y/N. We are co-CEOs, and we share a very special bond❞ he licks his lips, not hiding the fact he's staring at your exposed legs. You could feel his eyes on you and even his hand when he grabs you by your waist. You try not to melt under his touches, but it's hard, too hard to resist him when you love him yet hate him.

❝Stop with your bullshit, Lee. That was a one time thing❞ you push him away, hissing at him again, ❝But it wasn't one time, kitten❞ he whispers, arms curling around you again, cold fingers settling under your beige shirt. You flick his forehead and shoving him away from you, ❝It should have been! So the second time is a mistake, and so is the third, fourth, and every single time❞ you laugh coldly, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants and your oversized black shirt. You throw the towel at him, placing the clothes in your bed, and you walk out, trying to ignore him, as he strips off his shirt.

You go back to your office, falling into your soft blankets piled up in your spare cot. You can hear soft steps entering the room, you scowl, not bothering to look at his irritatingly handsome face. For a minute or so, the room is quiet, and you get chills when he starts speaking in his sultry voice, ❝If us fucking was a mistake, I'd do it again and again❞ you roll onto your back, shivering either from the coldness of the rain or his way with words. He joins you without even bothering to ask because he knows that you'd give in. You're weak for him, like that. He knows the right switches to flick on, and he does it all the time. He curls against you, his bare torso rubs against your back and arms circle you, ❝Put on fucking shirt, Lee❞ you weakly hiss, masking your gasp, and squirming out of his arms, but you can't and you didn't want to when he's too comfortable, to snuggle in, to bury your face into his chest like you always loved. You're letting him in, letting to be in control, submitting to him, and you know that he knows with the way he grins mischievously, ❝Why kitten? Do I still affect you? Thought you hated me. Thought you'd never let me touch you after we broke up❞ his silky smooth voice is teasing, as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath and caressing your burning skin.

❝T-Ten, peo-ple, there are peo-ple he-re❞ you gasp out, your skin turns red, a darker shade and droplets of sweat starts forming on your skin, and Ten chuckles breathily, his fingers wandering further in, tracing the skin gently, ❝We aren't doing anything, kitten. Why are you so concerned about people in the house?❞ he smirks, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing wet kisses. ❝Or do you want me to do something?❞ he nibbles at the skin under your jawline. You quietly moan, arching your back lightly, moist palms crunching the blanket.

❝N-No❞ you stutter, when you feel his erection through his boxers, you curl into a ball, red in the face embarrassed with how wet you are for him, just from his voice and not-so-innocent touches, ❝The truth, Kitten. I don't like my kitten lying to me❞ he husks, turning you to face him. You don't even try to resist, becoming like a puppet in his arms.

❝Answer, Kitten. Don't keep me waiting❞ he chuckles, placing your hand over his tattoo, since you always loved it. You moan, as he drags your hand down but he isn't leading it, it's you who traces his flawless skin, and now you see it, his boxers do nothing to hide his painfully semi-hard member, ❝Touch me, Ten❞ you mutter quietly, ❝Fuck me till I pass out. Fuck me till I forget my name- just fuck me❞ you know the more that you beg, the more he loses control. You don't even why you are doing this anyway, but it's amusing to watch his cool, laid-back attitude dissolving in front of you, crumbling at your words.

❝You shouldn't give me so much power, Kitten❞ he growls, the few buttons holding your shirt together hits the ground, but you are too distracted to care, when he hovers over and joins his lips to yours in a steamy kiss, ripping of the remaining clothes from your body. The air in the room is alarmingly hot than earlier and Ten looks like a predator cornering his prey, and you are his prey, his carnal hunger hasn't been satiated without you and there's only very little he can do with his hands.

❝Kitten, you have two choices❞ he eases his middle finger into your core with a cruel grin, you choke out a moan, clenching around his finger, ❝Fuck you to the point you can't walk straight for weeks❞ he pecks your lips, with that same grin, and pushes two fingers together, ❝or eat you out till you writhe around and beg me to stop❞ you hiss, adjusting to his fingers without complaining like you used to do, because even three fingers won't help you adjust to his size.

❝Bo-th. I wa-nt both❞ you whimper, your palms going over your face, but he stops you with a devilish grin, thrusting his fingers to brush your prostrate. You scream out his name, twisting and turning in his hold but he doesn't mind it, ❝Don't be greedy, Kitten. You can't handle it❞ he whispers with his damned smile, sending chills throughout your body, ❝I-I ca-n❞ you fight back, but you don't know if you can.

Now you regret after a few seconds, seeing his signature smirk, stripping off his boxers, ❝In proper words, then, Kitten. What do you want me to do?❞ he demands, his voice strict laced with lust, eyes dark and sinful, and lips, luscious red lips sucking her neck, you whine but you do, because dom Ten is scary if disobeyed, ❝Eat m-me out a-nd the-n fu-ck me till I can't wa-lk❞

His hold on your plush thighs is strong enough to leave marks, you couldn't give a damn about it with the way he licks between your folds, igniting your insides on fire, you moan out, cheeks already tear-stricken and red, pink lips quivering, begging but you don't know what you're begging for, you clench your thighs together but he keeps them in place, and sucking even more when you clench. He sucks on your clit, tasting the precum dripping out of your core, ❝Sweet❞ he mutters, pushing his tongue inside you as you come, falling apart for the fourth time, moaning pitifully and eyes filled with hot tears, whimpering every second.

Everything is sensitive. Every touch of his is like burning your skin with pain and pleasure. He wipes his lips, licking the white liquid, and gets ready to go down on you again with a sadistic glint in his eyes, ❝No mo-re, Ten no. Can't. Ple-ase no. I can't han-dle any-more❞ he groans, as his fully hard member twitches visibly when you beg.

❝Kitten, one last time. Let me fuck you senseless to finish your request❞ he rolls on a condom, and pushes himself inside, thrusting roughly into your core. You hiss, pleasure is blinding with your wet core, red and sensitive. His pace is slow and gentle at the start, but he turns ruthless at some point, almost to the point of breaking you.

Your screams of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping against skin creates the perfect music he loves, ❝Ah-too mu-ch Ten, too mu-ch❞ you scream, tears falling endlessly wetting your cheeks again, when he keeps brushing your prostrate, over-stimulating you. He doesn't even bother about the tears, like he said he fucks you senseless. You come with a choked scream, crumbling under him, barely conscious yet he keeps going, railing you without a pause.

❝Red! Te-n, no more! Red! 'm sorry. Too mu-ch ❞ you scream, heaving out choked out breaths. The stinging pain is coursing through your lower body. Ten freezes on hearing the safeword, and he realizes how much he had been careless with you, he presses his lips all over your face, kissing the tears off, and he slowly pulls out, ❝ca-n't, no mo-re❞ you hiss in pain, scrunching up your face with tears falling down. It's takes a second for him to get his mind together, ❝Baby, don't be sorry. You shouldn't be. I should've been careful❞ he kisses you full on lips, distracting you from the numbing pain, ❝I'm sorry, baby. I should've been gentle❞ he whispers, lifting you up in his arms, ❝Shh. Just clean me up and put me to sleep❞ you mutter voice hoarse, and your eyes droop as you fall asleep in his arms.

❝Lee Y/N, you did not just resign!❞ Ten barges into your room, door slamming to the wall. You knew this is the reaction you would get, and you answer nonchalantly, closing your laptop with a grin, ❝Oops, but I just did❞

❝You always wanted to be the CEO!❞ he whines, making you chuckle sweetly, and corner him to the wall, ❝I wanted control, Lee. And I control the CEO❞ you whisper, pressing your lips to his.

: MYST

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