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meiideryz · 7 months ago

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how wayv's first kiss with you would be like

pairing: wayv x reader

kun

after a romantic dinner. he drives you home from taking you to your date with him at a fancy dinner he had arranged, wanting you to show how he really loves you and would want to take the relationship into the next step. he walks you to the front porch of your house, standing near the doorstep. before he says goodbye, he says how much he enjoyed the date, and you say the same. there is a still sound of silence of him staring at you. then, he leans in to capture your lips to his. the rhythm of your mouths moving against each other is slow, but good enough for the both of you to feel the butterflies in your stomachs. he smiles at you when you pull away, and then his hand reached for your own, kissing the back of your palm before he leaves the neighborhood. kun will never forget such a memorable moment.

ten

during a game of spin the bottle. at first he laughs, staring at the empty wine bottle landing in your direction. with the rest of the players anticipating, he isn't afraid to back out. he hates being called a coward. he makes no hesitation before smashing his lips against yours. there's still the taste of alcohol both of you consumed just moments ago. besides the liquor, he also feels drunk with the way he keeps pressing his lips deeper and his tongue swiping on your bottom lip as a permission for more access. ten merely forgets the audience watching him, focusing entirely to make you feel good and pleased. when he pulls away, he gets a good view of your lips, smeared and coated with his own saliva, and lipstick smudged from the corners of your mouth. seeing you in that state gives him a satisfied look on his face, a smug creeping up from his lips.

winwin

saying goodbye to him. sicheng is given the opportunity to finally pursue the passion he loves, but it hurts him to know that he needs to leave where he already finds and calls home—you. both of you stand before the pane glass doorframes of the airport, sicheng's hand holds onto the handle of his luggage, while the other never leaves yours. it's all going too fast. the grip on your hand tightens. you notice the way he's trying to hold to his emotions, how hard he's trying to stifle his sobs. he feels you return the same tightness on his hand, assuring him that everything will be fine. a hand slowly creeps up to gently touch his already stained cheeks. he's going to miss you, so much. sicheng's hand clasps around the hand where you touch him, pulling it down. and there, you feel his plump lips on yours. it's trembling, and of course, it's sad. you don't tell him to stay through your reciprocation, but instead, it tells him to go, to chase what he loves.

xiaojun

acting out a kiss scene. it's the first rehearsal of the play the casts are going to act in, including the two of you. it's no surprise when both of you find out to be the leads of the play. dejun thinks that it will go as smoothly as possible, given the fact that the two of you are comfortable with each other of everything, and you think so too. as all of you are reading the script, the director reminds you of the kiss scenes, so when the actual practice came, dejun tells himself that the kiss is and only for professional purposes. he composes himself before standing in front of you with a smile. you say your lines, enunciating them word for word with feelings to embody the character as he does the same. his hands reaches for your own just like what it says on the script, and wasting no time, he plants a kiss on your lips. you don't move, but he feels his stomach doing the somersaults. all he can think about at this very moment is your soft lips, your grip on his hand tightens, your eyelashes tickling his cheeks—then it's all gone when you pull away. looking at each other for a few seconds, a sudden fit of laughter bursts out from the two of you. both of you suppress your giggles when the director yells, telling you and dejun to stop laughing and concentrate on the script.

hendery

out of curiosity. he stares at you with a surprised expression on his face after hearing you ask how a kiss feels like. it's not like he doesn't know how to kiss someone as he had gained experiences from previous relationships, and clearly this was your first. his mind go dizzy when you ask him to kiss you. he isn't sure if it's only his mind playing him, but with a couple slaps across his face, it's not a dream. before kissing you, hendery makes sure to ask if you're still okay with the idea, never forgetting to seek for your consent. with a hand on your neck and the other to cup your cheek, your lips are on his. the lingering touch of your hands on his chest traveling around his neck causes him to smile in between the kiss. he also makes sure that you're satisfied with the kiss he shares with you, in a way that will make you feel good and relieve to know that you just had the best first kiss ever given by your own friend. hendery can't seem to sleep the following nights, replaying the scene over and over again, as he starts to fall in love with you.

yangyang

in the heat of the moment. he understands why you're mad at him for completely ruining your date with a person you recently talked to. yangyang warns you over again that the guy isn't good for you, that his background isn't something that's worth to be with. he watches you pace around the room, telling him that he has no right to deny a relationship you want to have, telling him that he should mind his own business. he couldn't do that. he knows what's best for you because he cares for your happiness. if it weren't for him, you will be trapped in a toxic unbearable relationship that might emotionally and mentally break you. what he wants for you to realize that there is one who could actually treat and love you better—him. yangyang grabs you by the shoulders, snapping you out. you break free from his tight grip, wanting to turn around and leave the room. that is until you feel his hand tug your arm back to face him as he finally smashes his lips against yours. the kiss is nowhere near sweet and full of passion. it's rough, lips smacking against each other, teeth scraping the skin and muscle of your tongues, and short hot breaths filling the quiet room. he's angry, you're angry, but neither of you pull away.

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joocomics · 3 months ago

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ಬ fuck buddies: part two

part one | part two | part three

pairing: fuckbuddy!yangyang x f!reader x loser!winwin

genre: angst wc: 1.8k

contains: friends with benefits trope, jealousy, bickering and miscommunication, toxic relationships, dirty talk, gets a bit smutty in the end

“a little bird told me that something interesting went down in my kitchen minutes before the party.” yangyang speaks up without feeling the need to look at you as you walk into the room with drinks for the two of you in hands.

upon hearing these words, on the inside, you instantly picture winwin and how you cuss at him; how you punch his chest and tell him to fuck off for thinking it was a good idea to open his mouth about this even after you told him not to. on the outside, you exclaim with the most unbothered surprise you can fake.

“oh? who is it about?”

“try to guess.”

winwin’s face is still present in your mind as your heart clenches from time to time. the truth is, you don’t regret what happened between the two of you - you liked it, a lot. your only goal was to provoke winwin, to tease him, you didn’t expect him to unleash this new unknown by anyone side of his. one minute he was being his usual awkward self, and the next he was completely unpredictable and suddenly you couldn’t help it - you wanted to see more of what he’s capable of.

but on the other hand… you wish you could turn back time and not give in to the temptation so easily, because yangyang is the one who matters to you.

as you put down yangyang’s drink on the nightstand beside him you use the opportunity to take a quick peek at his face. he looks too calm which puts you on edge. you wonder how much exactly do you mean to him? the number of girls he hooks up with is higher than the number of guys you sleep with; you wonder if there’s a possibility of someone taking your place as his new favorite?

you erase the on going messy thoughts in your head and name the first person from your mutual circle that you can think of:

“johnny?”

“no,” yangyang drags out the word with a certain laziness to his tone, and that makes him seem like he’s getting bored of the way you insist on playing this game. “not even close.”

“i give up,” you sit down on the bed next to him and lean back against the cushions. as you wait everything to go downhill from here, you bend knees to your chest to at least feel comfortable in the heated moment.

what exactly are you giving up? hiding what really happened that night before the party, or… yangyang?

the question shoots through your train of thought so quickly you almost miss it.

but can you really ever give up on yangyang? maybe in another life, but you doubt you can do it in this one.

“i told you you’re not allowed to fuck any of my friends.” he speaks up after a pause of silence. “this was the only condition we had.”

“that’s not true,” you disagree, “we also said that we’re never going to act jealous and ask questions about other people we sleep with.” you resist to turn to him which is good, because you wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing that scornful laugh he makes after hearing you out.

“this isn’t jealousy, sweetheart.”

“then why do you care so much that i slept with him?” you ask, and your heart quickens as the seconds without an answer go by. “because it’s winwin?”

yangyang remains silent for a moment just staring in a blank dot on the wall. in comparison to him, you can’t stop staring at the chair placed in the corner to hold a pile of clothes. it makes you wonder how many girls have tossed their skirts and messy underwear there. you hate the idea of this and that’s why you never use that chair.

“you don’t know him like i do!” yangyang’s voice grows stronger. his hair tumbles down as he looks at his lap while the motions of his hand emphasise his frustrations. “you let him fuck you once - good, now he’s practically in love with you, and you’re only gonna make a fool of him, because he’s already obsessed with you and you hate when people obsess over you.”

“oh, please! don’t pretend to care about his feelings.”

somebody craving my love and attention to the point they can’t think of anything else sounds nice right now, you think to yourself.

you know the reason behind yangyang’s anger, and the words are stuck in your throat, threatening to come out any minute now. you wonder if you’re going to succeed in keeping them in. the idea of putting him in his place is tempting.

“i do, because he’s a good loyal guy.” his tone fades down to normal again. “and you… you’re me.”

you gaze into his face. yangyang tilts his head slightly in your direction, because he can clearly feel the cold intensity in your eyes that are suddenly focused on him after avoiding him for so long.

for an unknown reason there’s a spark in his gaze. like he’s proud of what he just said.

“do not compare me to yourself. we’re not the same.”

“c’mon, we’re like two sides of the same coin, y/n.” a lazy smile slowly spreads on his lips. one that doesn’t convey joy, but an annoying confidence. a smile that says: i’m aware of things that you’re not.

“bullshit,” you scoff, looking away.

your heart starts racing, and your mind starts overworking with all the things you want to say to him, but also with the enormous pile of things you still can’t find a way to explain to your own self; how are you going to tell him things you don’t even know the answers to? you discreetly press a hand to your cheek and realise you’re getting hot from your sudden infuriation.

a good loyal guy like winwin, or any good loyal guy, cannot be with a girl like you.

there’s one thing you know for sure though.

“who knows, you might be right, but there are a few things in which we obviously differ from each other.” you quickly put on a mask that hopefully gives you the look of someone that’s not that affected by this conversation. “confidence, for example. you hate the fact i hooked up with winwin only because you’re scared of people finding out that i went to fuck a loser like him instead of you. they’ll start talking and ask questions. is yangyang that bad in bed? why would she suddenly jump on winwin’s dick an—“

“you do have an imagination, i’ll give you that.” yangyang cuts you off.

“i’m over this.” you put an end to the conversation, and you’re just about to jump off the bed when yangyang’s hand pulls you in. “what do you want?” you mumble with a frown.

“kiss me,” he utters.

“i’m not in the mood,” you turn your head dismissively to the other side.

“baby,” he speaks again even more softly; almost in a completely different voice. “listen to me.”

you know it’s not a good idea, but you look back at him and allow him to run his hands along the bare skin of your arms.

“no one can have what we have.”

there were a few times when you’ve told yourself the same exact thing. it sounds so much better when he says it though - more real.

“and you can’t have what you share with me with another person,” he continues as his one hand goes up to cup your cheek. “same thing with me, even if i try i’ll never find in another girl what you keep on giving me.”

yangyang pulls you closer until you lay your head on his chest. his arms wrap around your figure, and you breathe in and out slowly. the sudden embrace loosens you up on the instant and your heart’s banging goes back to normal.

“let’s not complicate things, yeah?” this question makes his warm voice suddenly ring with a demanding colder thrill. it’s suddle, but you’ve known him for so long that you always notice things like that in his behaviour.

after he doesn’t hear a response from you, yangyang forces your chin up so he can look into your eyes and get it himself. you nod as his finger keeps your head up and soon enough his lips press against yours. how do you resist him?

kissing him always helps you to calm your mind, even when he’s the reason for it to be anxious in the first place. however, there’s one little conclusion that you came to; looks like you’re making progress…

yangyang is wrong about you. you are good and you are loyal, just for the wrong person. yet… here you are, deepening the kiss, because you’re not able to fight against your own true feelings.

after you adjust comfortably on his body, his hands begin to roam freely underneath your oversized tee and your familiar skin, warm against his palms, gets him excited. he takes it off so he can trace every inch without restrictions.

“that’s always better,” he utters close to your mouth.

a sharp breath slips from your lips when he swiftly switches the position by laying you on your back. your hands suddenly hang in the air when he locks your wrists together between his fingers.

“i already want to fuck this pussy again,” he says under his breath while sliding his free hand down your stomach. “just the way you want it.”

the thought of him inside you has you feeling a bit dizzy with the way the tip of his finger brushes against your clothed clit. it’s true, he always fulfills your desires the way you want, but you can’t stop your brain from going back to that experience with winwin… he’s the one who showed you that you can have your desires fulfilled in new exciting ways, and the most pleasing part about it is how unpredictable it felt with him; last but not least… how it felt that he performed the way he did because of you. you’re the main cause for his unrestrained self, and it results into him fulfilling your cravings the way you need them to be fulfilled.

you know you’re all that occupied his mind before and after that… and you know you still are, and you like it.

“come in!” yangyang shouts on top of you, but his eyes look at the half-open bedroom door.

you didn’t even hear the doorbell ringing from being completely lost in your own thoughts. your brows furrow questionably for an explanation, but you quickly receive one when winwin’s voice spreads throughout the apartment.

yangyang’s eyes bling with a daring smile while yours stare at him with lack of understanding.

“thought you’d like it if he comes over to hang out with us,” he says continuing to hold your hands together. “you’re friends now after all.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

#— writing: wayv #wayv smut #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #wayv angst #wayv x reader #nct x reader #yangyang x reader #winwin x reader #yangyang smut #winwin smut #yangyang hard thoughts #winwin hard thoughts #nct smut

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sherwees · 11 months ago

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i need more of manipulative yangyang, just gaslighting u and u falling for absolutely everything he does

I put it as first person at first bcs it helps me write better so if you see an I or my anywhere,pls ignore it.. and tell me.

THIS IS CONNECTED TO THIS

cw: manipulation, forced breeding, the smallest daddy kink (literally mentioned once), rough sex, yangyang has a breeding kink, dumbification, baby trapping, DEGRADATION, dubcon elements.

Your toothbrush laid discarded in the sink, veins sprawled and protruded through your hand gripped on the sink for dear life. Yangyang's thrusts were quick and relentless, chasing his own pleasure as his cock never left within 3 inches of your cervix. You were drooling and murmuring curses and pleas under your breath, going dumb to his advantage and liking; your finger tips turned pale as your mind melted away to pure bliss.

“yang–” you attempted to hiccup but his unyielding hand found your poor scalp. Your teeth clenched, an electric shock sprawled from your scalp to your neck, your walls clenched and unclenched around his rushed thrusts. The ridge of his tip kissed your cervix, pounding and abusing it. There was an illusioning (? forgot the word) popping sound of his length tearing through your narrow passage and the slick that provided the easy slide, caked around your two holes.

“yang– plea–” his thrusts halted. His cock stayed nudged deep inside of you, your hole tried to size up around his wide base. The humidity of the bathroom that clung to your skin was a big contrast to the wind from the opened window, showing a view of the bustling city of Taipei.

“I give you everything you want but you can't take a simple fuck? no wonder why he couldn't fucking deal with you.” his eyes, for the first time meet yours. His glare sent alarming butterflies to your stomach. “you don't fucking care about me, huh?” he pushed your dizzy head over the sink, birds and stars flew above and around it.

“s’ too early–” you slurred, the saliva bubbling up in your mouth once his hand yanks your hair even harder; spine strained as your head tried to meet wth his hand. His eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed in absolute rage; protruding a slight whimper from your lips at his newfound aura. “I spend thousands on you everyday and you treat me like this?!” the tip of your nose burned before unwanted tears brewed and fell into the sink, blending in with the running faucet water.

“you're so fucking annoying when you cry. well guess what, you can't get everything you want sometimes, pretty face.” his sharp canines glinted through the clean, white light of the bathroom, more butterflies started to bloom in the pits of your stomach.

You felt nauseous knowing that this was the words coming out of the mouth of the male that bought pendants and took you out shopping whenever he could, the same man that you were even willing enough to leave your friends and family for to a foreign country was just as willing to trap you.

You scrutinized the taunting jade gem ring on your finger, it looks dull. The said finger folds unconsciously; tucking the shame away but the slight burn of the intricate silver swirls and details of the ring only stung into your knuckle.

You'll never forget.

“'m sorry, you just caught me off guard and you scared me..” you mustered up a small mumble before he slammed his hand on the sink. You flinched away with a yelp; pushing his cock out of your leaking hole slightly with a clench.

“you're fucking overreacting again, stop that!” nodding your head mindlessly, but you won't even bother to look at the reflection. It'll just shove that guilt deeper down your throat, seething and burning. You sniffled, chest heaving painfully as tears fell relentlessly from your red, irritated waterline; if it wasn't disgusting enough, snot lined the top of your thick lip.

“fucking disgusting–” his hand pushed the back of your neck, maneuvering your head rather aggressively towards the sink; your shoulders at a strained angle. His hips met with your ass once more, your walls ached pleasurably once his tip knocked into your cervix and your nails scratched against the marble. The warmth of his cock now feeling more intruding than pleasing to a point but the line between the two was blurred and unknown.

Your hipbone became rashed and abused against the counters edge, mind starting to mush into nothing again. You found yourself muttering and blabbering all sorts of things, having no fucking idea what you were doing.

You were an incoherent mess, screaming, whimpering, moaning, thighs clenching and unclenching along with your plumate walls.

But in reality, the thought of children terrorized you. Being too young to even be a mother, barely even living your life to the fullest before you were trapped with him.

“m’ gonna cum inside ya, yeah? gonna be stuck with me forever..” he said, one of his vacant hands travels to the lone ring before sliding it off without you even knowing. “please.. I want it– I want it so bad~” yangyang snickered at the pleads, his hand travels to your neck; pushing your back flush against his clammy torso.

Your tits bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, clit throbbing consistently; “mmf– fuck!” he grunted loudly, his balls slapping then slipping into your passage. You screeched at the tense feeling of being practically torn as you tried to accommodate to his harsh gyrations and the new incursion of the two flesh.

you could only emit a guttural cry, thrashing within his grip but his arms wrap around your mid waist, circuits of pain and nirvana ran through your body.

“you're gonna take it, sweetheart.. I know you could..”

He suddenly stuck his salty thumb past your lips, drool accumulated around your lips and at the back of your throat. “suck.” he demanded lowly, you obviously obliged; wrapping your lips around it.

“you're prettier when you obey..” he stuck the digit slightly further, causing your gag reflex to recoil and his cock to twitch, releasing bits of precum at your pure submission.

“daddy's gonna fill you so well, princess.. gonna be plump and m’ gonna walk around with you like a prize. everybody's gonna know what we've done, some will even look at you in disgust because you were willing to open your legs for me..” he whispered into your ear, breathless but managing to keep his eyes on your half lidded ones. Your gaze weary and unfocused, the usual whites of your eyes red from crying.

He grinned whilst sliding your hand to your navel, feeling his cockhead protruding under the digit's tip and you slightly winced at the feeling of his slimy canine brushing against the lobe of your ear. “don't you feel me baby?” his thumb finally leaves the back of your throat, brushing against the tonsil, causing your throat to recoil.

“can't wait to finally have control, baby. the first time didn't work, but it'll surely work this time..” he remarked, before he stilled and marked your walls with his warm seed. Inhaling and exhaling, exhausted; your own weight became your own enemy before you collapsed onto the counter but slid into the ground eventually. Your toes curled with discomfort as you shriveled against the corner, both of your releases leaked out of you.

Your mind was dazed, your body wasn't your own. You looked up at yangyang, vision blurry from the aroma of unconsciousness that'll soon sweep over you.

“yangyang– why'd you do that..?” was the last thing you said before everything went pitch black.

Yangyang was mesmerised in full awe at the scene, your pretty lashes wet with tears and his seed dripping out of you and your hole fluttering with every breath and heave.

Yangyang grabbed your waist, lifting&carrying your limp body bridal style before laying your battered body on the bed.

Your body was like a painting of the pretty night sky, the stars being the bruises,marks and scars from today and times before.

He believed you were beautiful like this and he'll keep you like this forever, his eyes stayed on your stomach and his neck crawled with warmth.

He giggled knowing that soon enough, you'll be truly his.. not kunhang's.. definitely.

You'll bare his kids and he'll make sure that you'll definitely forget about him.. even if it meant beating your memories out of you. he wanted the best for him you.

You wouldn't even mind to utter his name in this house.

He opens the drawer, finding that miniature velvet box, his thumb caresses it lightly before popping it open. He admires the ring before sighing with content triumph before pulling it out, the gem was a ruby. red, his favorite color.

This'll be the new beginning for you both.

You'll soon forget about him.

Especially with the new ring he finally slid on your finger.

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pipsqueak1507 · 2 years ago

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My dude is so beautiful

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lucuslavigne · 6 months ago

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Como eu acho que o WayV reagiria a leitora tendo uma crise.

WayV!Namorados × Leitora!Autista.

experiências pessoais servem para conteúdo sim 🥹☝🏻

Kun:

Kun ficaria assustado ao ver você se batendo. Nunca havia presenciado um momento assim, então ficou desesperado, com medo de que você se machucasse.

Acabou que aconteceu mesmo, você se machucou. De tanto bater em seus ouvidos, eles acabaram sangrando e te causando mais dor.

Quando te levou ao hospital, ficou sentindo uma culpa imensa. Sentia que não havia conseguido cuidar de você. Desde então ele aprende tudo o que pode para poder te dar o suporte necessário.

Ten:

Chittaphon perceberia que você estaria meio estranha, logo ele ficaria mais atento, sabendo que algo não estava certo.

Quando te viu sentada no chão, com as pernas em W, se arranhando ao ponto de várias linhas de sangue começarem a se formar, ele se sentou na sua frente, segurou suas mãos e juntou as testas de vocês.

Ficou ali, apanhou vez ou outra, mas não saiu do seu lado até que você se acalmasse e conseguisse reorganizar seus pensamentos. Depois de tudo, te ajudou a limpar o sangue e te fez curativos, dando um beijinho na sua cabeça quando se sentaram para assistirem Bob Esponja juntos <3

Winwin:

Winwin notaria você andando de um lado para o outro, mas não como você faz normalmente. Você parecia... Perturbada com algo. Tentou falar com você, mas sem sucesso, o que fez com que ele ficasse perdido.

Só foi perceber que você estava tendo uma crise quando a Bella andou até você e começou a te lamber. Foi aí que ele foi até você e te deu um abraço apertado.

Depois que você se acalmou, ele pediu desculpas por não ter percebido sua crise antes, e te deu um selinho demorado.

Xiaojun:

Este homem é formado em você 🫵🏻 saberia que você estava tendo uma crise só pelo som dos seus passos pela casa.

Iria até você e te sentaria no sofá com ele, fazendo massagem nos seus braços enquanto estão em completo silêncio. Afinal ele sabia que você precisava por os pensamentos no lugar.

Quando viu que você começou a chorar, te abraçaria fortemente e ficaria o tempo que fosse necessário alí. Quando você se acalmou e decidiu contar para ele o que havia acontecido, ele se sentiu a pessoa mais sortuda do mundo. Ele amou saber que você confia tanto nele ao ponto de compartilhar algo tão íntimo.

Hendery:

Não ia perceber sua crise de primeira. Só ia perceber quando escutasse seus murmúrios. Ele perguntaria se poderia ajudar, mas quando viu que não teria resposta, apenas foi até você e te sentou no chão, se sentando na sua frente.

Ficou de mãos dadas com você enquanto escutava você falar sozinha, para ter certeza que não começaria a se bater.

Quando viu que você já estava calma, perguntou se queria comer alguma coisa. No final a cozinha ficou uma bagunça por conta de vocês <3

Yangyang:

O coitadinho ia ficar desesperado quando escutasse o primeiro barulho de tapa. Ia ir correndo atrás de você, vendo a marca que você havia feito em seu rosto.

Te abraçaria com força, levando todos os tapas em seu lugar, sem reclamar em nenhum momento. Teve um momento que ele chorou enquanto implorava para você não se machucar.

Quando você finalmente já estava calma e viu como ele ficou, começou a chorar junto com ele enquanto pedia desculpas. No final vocês deitaram na cama para pararem de chorar, mas acabaram dormindo agarradinhos <3

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swee7dream · 5 months ago

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care for a sweet treat ?

swee7dream's 威神V masterlist . last updated : jul 17, 2024

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wayv as agere caregivers — bulletpoints

genres : agere content, fluff . warnings : none . summary : how i think the visions would be as caregivers to an age regressor !

qian kun

nothing yet... maybe request something ?

li yongqin

scaredy cat — one-shot ( requested + work in progress )

genres : agere content, fluff . warnings : to be determined . summary : "...i just think that ten would be like the bestest cg EVER !?! like omg WAIT meeting his cats for the first time but the baby is kinda scared ? id love anything with cg!ten but like literally hear me out on this one.. let me cook..."

dong sicheng

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xiao dejun

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wong kunhang

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liu yangyang

babbles of the night — one-shot ( requested + work in progress )

genres : agere content, fluff, comfort . warnings : to be determined . summary : "could u write ab cg yangyang w a little reader w trouble sleeping... ( mayhaps w baby reader but irdm the age range )"

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neocoffeecafe · 1 year ago

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includes/warnings just super angsty, fem!reader

wc .9k

a/n oops i almost forgor to post this

the only sounds in the house were the sounds of your metal utensils clinking against the dinner plate you ate from. his dinner plate was sat across from you in his designated dinner spot, but he was absent.

you lift up the paper napkin to gently tap on the corners of your lips where the alfredo sauce missed your mouth.

your exhausted eyes scanned the room, eyeing the several pots and pans and dishes you fought with to make this meal. the meal that the both of you talked about trying, the meal that the both of you promised to eat together tonight, the meal that the both of you wanted to work on together.

part of you had hoped that he’d be here before his food got cold. but you felt cold in the low dress you picked out to surprise him with. your shoulders on display and the necklace he gifted you for your three year anniversary shined in the dim light of the candles that illuminated the table. you felt cold as your alfredo was no longer steaming, but cold and sad as you ate slowly. part of you hoped that the slower you ate the faster he would arrive. but no.

the clocked ticked. thirty minutes. thirty five minutes. forty minutes. you didn’t want to cry. you had worked so hard on this makeup for him. you eye the fragments of the red lipstick on the napkin, eyes glossed and blurred with tears. the red looked like blood. like the blood that surged through your too-sad-to-be-angry veins.

there were just a few bites of your meal left on your plate. several were on his.

sadly, you lift the fork to your mouth and finish off the final bits of food on your plate. that's when you hear the door unlock. the fumble of keys against the door. the fumble of keys and hands trying to open the door as fast as possible.

you do nothing to help him as you stand up and make your way to the kitchen. sighing at the sight of piles of dishes of your hard work and labor for him tonight for him to only miss it.

the door swings open.

“you look so beautiful tonight, baby. what's the occasion?”

with a loud clink the plate falls from your hand and into the sink. in the house nothing can be heard besides the sounds of the running water and the faintest of music that you had played for the both of you to dance in the kitchen to after your meal.

“baby?” he asks, and you hear footsteps as he approaches you from behind. you feel a warm hand on your shoulder before you jerk away, turning the water off and going back to the table. “baby, what's wrong?” he called for you.

you’re still silent as you pick up your phone and dial an all too familiar number that you’ve never memorized. not until the number of fights between you and yangyang climbed. not until the number of late nights and broken glasses climbed. not until you cried yourself to sleep because you didn't know what to do. not until you woke up every day, wondering if maybe, just maybe… something can go right for once.

“baby, answer me.” you can faintly hear him over the sounds of your phone ringing and the new voice on the line as renjun. the one person who stuck by your side after every disagreement. the one who would sing you to sleep to dry your tears away. the one who soothed and reassured you and brought you ice cream when you were supposed to be having “ice cream tuesday date night” with your boyfriend. the boyfriend you spent countless hours fantasizing and dreaming of a wedding, wondering what he had in store for you when he’d get down on one knee and ask you those four little words every woman wants to hear.

renjun knew when you called late at night you needed him. “pick me up.” the words he hated the most. he always thought the worst of the worst. he was always scared something got too physical. he knew yangyang wouldn’t intentionally hurt you… but he still feared the worst.

“you’re leaving again. i just got home.”

“and that's why. you’re falling out of love with me, aren’t you?” you ask. you don’t hang up the phone.

“what?”

“when was the last ice cream tuesday?”

he opens his mouth like he’s gonna say something. nothing comes out of his mouth. you want to throw your phone. slide down the wall, let hot tears continue to roll down your face. you can hear the faint sounds of keys rattling and renjun hanging up.

“i asked, when was the last ice cream tuesday.” your question wasn’t a question any longer. but a demand. “when was the last fucking ice cream tuesday.”

“i don’t remember.” he brings his hand to his neck, scratching it slowly.

“seven weeks yangyang. seven weeks in counting.” you wipe snotty tears as both liquids roll down your face, ruining your makeup. he reaches a hand to wipe it clean, but you flinch once more. “don’t touch me.” the words hurt you to say.

“baby…” his arms fall to his sides in defeat.

the uncomfortable silence is broken with the doorknob twisting and turning when your best friend slips inside, nothing but anger on his face.

renjun approaches you and takes your hand in his. you silently vow to not come back to your apartment, not until he can make things right.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 years ago

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[6:16 pm]

(cw: toxic yang, asshole yang, angst)

“So what? I don’t feel the same way and you just cut me off?” Yangyang yelled.

You rolled your eyes and continued through the apartment. You were here on a mission, you were at Yangyang’s apartment to pick up your things and get out. Nothing else.

It hurt you to be here, to be in his presence. The pain of losing your best friend was fresh, but this was good for you. A clean break, you deserved more than this. You kept your head up and continued on silently.

“You can’t ignore me! We’ve been friends for over a decade! Just because I don’t feel the same way you’re going to cut me out of your life, that’s not fair,” Yangyang followed behind you down the hall to the room that was considered yours, not anymore.

You pulled your clothes off the hangers in the closet, checked the drawers for T-shirts and pajamas, anything that was yours you packed away into the box your brought with you so would never have to come back to this place or face Yangyang ever again.

“God you’re being crazy right now, you understand people don’t have to reciprocate your feelings right?” Yangyang asked.

You stopped on your way to the front door and turned to face Yangyang. You had no more tears left to cry over him all that was left was your anger and annoyance. So exhausted after years of letting him walk all over you and do as he pleased, while you just took it.

“Do you understand how much you fucked with me? Let’s just ignore for a second that I told you I was in love with you, asked you for space when you said you didn’t feel the same, and that very same night you went out to a club and took someone home. No, I’m talking about you leading me on now and how you were a shitty best friend. You always had your hands on me, in my hair, on my thigh, on my back. Every time I talked to someone else you’d get jealous and wrap your arms around me like we were together. You slept in my bed, you asked me to stay every other night, how am I being blamed for you leading me on? How is it my fault that my so called best friend acted like more and I read those very obvious signals as something else? You made those moves, I never once acted in the same way you did even though I so badly wanted to.

I was at every show, I put aside my goals to be there for you. I missed so many family events and opportunities to be there because you wanted me to be there. But you never once made an effort for me. You missed birthdays, you missed my graduation, and I can’t even remember a single time you answered one of my calls when I was stressed or needed help like I’d do for you. So no, I’m not ending this decade long friendship because you don’t feel the same way, I’m ending it because I’ve realized how one sided it is. I’m not going to follow you around like a lost puppy and be at your beck and call when you have never and will never do the same for me. You didn't make loving you easy, but I still somehow managed. I deserve more from a friend and someone who deserves my love.” You ranted, it felt so good to get it off your chest.

“That’s not true,” Yangyang shook his head.

“I wouldn’t make something like this up, but lucky for you, you’ll be getting space to process this unlike the nonexistent space I had. I asked for space, some time to process my hurt and embarrassment from confessing my love and I didn’t even get that for a day. You called me that night drunk and bragged about the person you were bringing home, you called me like nothing had happened every night for 2 weeks. You once again disregarded my feelings in favor of your own, somehow the pain I was feeling, the pain I showed you didn't matter as much as you telling me about your latest conquest or that you wanted me to get a pizza and drop it off at your house. That’s not fair,” you added, your voice breaking. You weren’t going to cry over this, you were done shedding tears over Yangyang.

“So we’re done, you’re leaving me?”

“This isn’t about you! For the first time in a long time I’m putting my feelings before your own. I just don’t care anymore. Feel what you need to feel, fuck whoever you want, do whatever you want and leave me out of it. I don’t want to be a part of it.” You ended, turning away from Yangyang and rushing to the door to get away from him.

You shut the door behind you, a small sliver of hope that Yangyang would follow after you and make an honest effort to repair your friendship. But you knew better. He let you leave his house sobbing after bearing your soul to him and let you walk home alone. He hadn’t changed in the time you spent away from each other and you don’t want to find the time to wonder when or even if he would change.

You were practically floating on your way back home, you got so much weight off your chest, feelings that made you angry and anxious- negative emotions you didn’t want to feel. Years of repressed emotions finally leaving your head. You felt good, happy that everything was going to be just fine.

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imnotjaesblog · 1 year ago

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Part 2: The Skater

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral (F.m receiving). Y/n Dom and sub YangYang.

He’s so pathetic and down bad for y/n it fucks with his skills.

Brief Summary: YangYang like most boys on campus fantasies about Y/n. She’s at the top of every boys fuck list only no one can seem to make it come true. After Si Cheng’s lies, the boys are more determined to take their chances with Y/n so they don’t question why all of sudden she’s giving them attention. YangYang falls victim to her manipulation and falls deeper into his fantasy. Only it ends up ruining his chances on truly fulfilling them and we discover he’s just like his friends.

Words: 4k

MINORS DO NOT READ !!!!!

Enjoy:)

The last couple of days you had spent your time getting closer and closer to Yangyang. Today after class he was inviting you to the bridge where he and his staker friends skated, only this time it would be just the two of you. You walked beside him on the pavement skateboard in his hand. Yangyang had a different aura to him than some of his other friends. He was much more dorky and talkative compared to Jisung. Which is why you weren't surprised you had to make the first move on him, well Wendy.

After giving him Wendy's number they had been texted one another gathering enough information for you to use. While you spent your time texting with Haechan who you found on an online game, just a day before you spoke with Yangyang. You felt so grateful to have such friends who lied to you and helped you out with your plans.

The times you did spend with Yangyang in person whether it was in class or a park he never made a physical move on you. You still remember his face when you first approached him outside the M building where he sat with some of his friends. You stepped up to him immediately catching everyone's attention. The boys and girls sitting with him all straighten themselves up at your presents.

"I love your hair today Y/n," one of the girls said. You looked her away, eyes leaving Yangyang for a moment. Most people always felt like they needed an excuse to talk to you just to be seen with you by their friends. So many times you've seen friends put each other down just to get a glance from you. Had this really been what it came to? The girl in front of you knew you were here for Yangyang and yet every time she only fixed her posture and applied more lip oil to her lips when you arrived.

The skater girl with the braids always made sure to compliment you when you were around. She wanted to be the first to grab your attention just like everyone else. She wanted to be the first person you saw.

You smiled at her but turned your focus back to Yangyang. He smirked as you walked up to him. His friends sent him teasing side glances, a few even nudging his shoulder. You ignored it along with a few whistles. He was sitting on top of a lunch table another boy next to him. You went to sit beside him the other boy instantly standing up allowing you to take his seat. Yangyang's body followed yours turning to face you better. "Yangyang right?" you asked fingers lightly tracing up his arm. His friends looked at one another the girl signaling everyone to leave, they did leaving you both alone.

"Yea that's me," he responded nervously. Yangyang had never been approached by such a pretty girl in his life, truthfully no girl had ever approached him period. He was more stunned that you would talk to him, let alone even remember his name.

"Do you need something?" he asked trying to justify in his brain that you were here for anything else but what he hoped. You shrugged sitting closer to him. "Nothing in particular. I've just seen you around on your skateboard. I've always wanted to learn how to ride," You said batting your lashes at him. He almost choked but adjusted himself eyes meeting yours. "You want me to teach you?" he asked making sure he heard you right.

"If you are the one offering," you nudged his arm. He nodded taking out his phone. "Cool. I have a bunch of classes to catch up on but I'm free Friday," he said extending out his phone to you. You took his phone in your hands putting in Wendy's number. You smiled handing the phone back to him. You stood eyes still on his, bright smile on your lips. "Great I'll see you then," You said placing a kiss on his cheek before you ran off to Wendy who waited in her car.

You waved goodbye when you reached her car. He waved back a dazed look on his face watching your hips sway side to side as you stepped into her car. Once the car door slammed shut he fell back onto the table a grin on his lips.

And that's how you ended up under the bridge on a Friday night learning how to ride a skateboard with Yangyang and his friends. You swore these boys were making it too easy.

He placed a white helmet on your head. "This is for your protection, I don't want you to fall and get hurt," he said tapping the plastic. You nodded clipping it on. He took your hand in his guiding you onto the black skateboard. You could hear others riding around you. Wheels grazing the gravel beneath them. Others jump over crates and empty boxes doing tricks. Yangyang kept your focus on his hands now placed on your elbows. "Hold on tightly," he said to you as you copied his motion placing your hands on his elbows. You nodded acknowledging his instructions.

He held onto you as pulled you along with the skateboard. "Remember like I told you before. It's all about balance," he said you could feel his grip start to loosen. "Uh Yangyang what are you doing?" you asked starting to worry. You began to panic feeling him let go. he bit back a smile watching you start to ride away. The minute he let go you started to ride faster. Luckily there wasn't a hill or else you would have gone too fast but the speed you were going was still terrifying.

"Yanyang! YANGYANG!" you screamed he chased after you. "Just extend your arms and try to relax," he shouted seeing you ride off. You shook your head looking around for something to grab just to prevent you from failing. You tried your best to relax your wobbly legs and control your breathing. You extended your arms out balancing yourself. Eventually, your eyes opened and you felt your speed decreasing the ride wasn't as bad anymore, but still, once you got off you were going to kill Yangyang.

Your victory smile started to fade once you saw a much of crates together. You didn't know how to turn yet and felt your legs begin to wobble again. Yangyang had stopped chasing you, smiling and watching as you slowly road down the path. However, his eyes widened once he saw the crates. He grabbed his skateboard seeing your pace pick up. He threw it on the ground, got on top, and rode towards you.

The wind breezed past your exposed skin the faster you traveled, inches away from the crates. You braced for the impact putting your arms up and blocking your face. You felt the skateboard come to a halt hitting a rock. The brake jerked you forward, you slipped placing your hands out to catch your fall only it never came.

You felt someone’s hands around you holding you tightly. They picked you up helping you stand straight and dusting you off. Once your eyes opened and you realized who it was your brows furrowed sending YangYang a glare. He sent you an apologetic smile but you rejected it. Pushing past him and heading to his car. He followed behind you picking yours and his skateboard off the ground.

“Y/n please I'm sorry,” he said choking back a laugh. You continued stomping your way back to the car. You, annoyed, licked your teeth scoffing. You stop turning to face him. “So you think this shit is funny,” you said causing his eyes to widen. He shook a step back in defense. “I mean in my defense you are wearing a helmet-“

You removed the helmet from your head clipping it from around your chin. Once it clipped you snatched it off your head chucking it at him. He swerved it with a shocked expression. He turned around picked it up off the ground and ran to his car. He quickly opened his backseat throwing the items inside. He heard his car door slam and sighed before he opened his side of the door.

“Look I’m sorry about today,” he said sitting beside you. You crossed your arms over your chest facing towards your window. “I shouldn’t have let you go. I should have stood beside you and helped you like I promised I would. Can you forgive me?” He asked with a small pout. You sighed nodding your head. You rolled your eyes as you faced him. “I guess so,” you respond causing him to smile. He started his car driving out of the lot and onto the road.

“Even though I almost died today. I had fun,” you said eyes looking towards the sunset in front of you. YangYang looked in your same direction nodding his head in agreement. Just as he went to respond he felt your hand creep up his thigh. His breath hitched in his throat. The words he wanted to speak now stuck. His eyes tried to watch the streets ahead but he couldn’t help his focus on your hands so close to his forming bludge.

“Y/n what are you doing?” He asked eyeing the way your hand inched closer to him. You giggled bagging your lashes up at him. The car continued to zoom across the side of a Mountain, few cars passed by. You bit your lip watching every detail of his face to catch his reaction to the simplest touch. Stupid boy you thought.

“I’m just thank you. For saving my life,” you said through a smile. He gushed shaking his head. “All I did was ride my skateboard to you. It’s my fault you almost fell,” he said modestly. You shrugged smile still on your lips as you reached his button. You pushed it through the hole of his jeans. “Still you came to get me. I could have gotten hurt. Maybe even break a bone. But I didn’t,” you said darkly. He lifted his ass allowing you to pull down his jeans. He quickly checked seeing your hand outline his concealed cock. He groaned under your touch shivering at the sight before him.

Never in a million years did he think this would happen. You were his fantasy girl. He envied Si Cheng for being able to touch you. How badly he wanted to be him the night of the party. Have the confidence to ask you on a date and take you. He always felt guilty late at night scrolling through your Instagram like a perv. Taking himself in his hands and fucking into his fist at the thought of you.

He couldn’t wait to through this in Si Cheng’s face.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned feeling your hand take out his cock. You jerked him in your palms gripping him tightly. You leaned closer to his ear placing a wet kiss on his neck. “Take me home and I’ll let you touch me,” you whispered. He pressed his foot on the gas zooming by all the cars beside him.

In no time you made it to your apartment complex. The sun was already set and you pulled out your keys. Walking into the lobby and quickly thanking the door man YangYang couldn’t help but gawk at inside of the large building. He knew your parents had money. But he didn’t know they had this much money. Walking ahead you turned noticing the boy feeling up the leather couch. You quickly grabbed his arm yanking him into the elevator.

Once you reached your apartment you pushed him up against the door a smirk on your lips. You placed a passionate kiss on his lips. With nerves humming through his skin all his hairs stood up. You felt his sudden shyness, taking his hand you brought it to your stomach. You released from his lips straight into his brown eyes. “You want to feel something?” You asked placing a soft kiss on his lips. When you pulled away his eyes were still closed. Lashes dusting his cheeks. He nodded letting out a hush “Yeah,” as he laid his body against your door.

You took his veiny hand sliding past your shorts and into your soaked panties. You bit back a moan feeling his fingers explore you so effortlessly. YangYang groaned feeling a drop of you drip onto his finger. “Fuck Y/n. Your so fucking wet,” he hissed thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You took his other hand guiding it up your breast. He squeezed your tit just above your t-shirt. His index finger extended from his thumb reaching your tight hole. He circled it teasing you. He had opened his eyes watching closely as your brows furrowed from annoyance.

You opened your eyes a smirk on your lips you leaned forward feeling his finger dip inside you. You bit back a moan biting your lip and shuddering at the feeling. YangYang groaned bucking his hips forward and humping you against your leg like a damn dog.

“Aw look how pathetic you are. Humping me like some kind of puppy,” you pouted staring into his dark eyes. Your hand crept up behind him grabbing hold of his hair. “Keep fucking these fingers into me puppy and I’ll let you fuck me for real. Or maybe I should let you use your mouth just to see if fingers are as good as your tongue?” You teased. His knees buckled his fingers almost slipping out of you.

He couldn’t believe how filthily you were. At least your mouth. All this time, your whole innocent act was to cover up how much of a freak you were. He started to feel lucky being able to have this like this. He wondered if you spoke to Si Cheng that way. Let him touch you and kiss you like he was. He had to do it better. He had to be better than Si Cheng.

“Yes,” he growled.

“Yes to what?” You asked rolling your hips forward. His finger jerked faster slipping another one inside you. The squish sounds from your pussy could be heard in the dark hallway. “I wanna taste you, please,” he begged. You pulled your fingers out of him whining at the loss. You unlocked your door watching through the corner of your eyes as he sucked into his two fingers.

You opened the door pushing him inside. You locked it throwing your bag and keys to the side. He as well as you removes your shoes. You walked over to the couch pulling your shorts down as well as your panties. YangYang watched the door placing his shoes next to yours. You sat legs spread on your couch. The arm covering his view from seeing you. You laid your head back eyeing him, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. Your hand beckoned him forward.

“Come on baby don’t keep me waiting,” you said with a sad smile. You leaned forward resting on the arm of the couch. “I feel so cold like this. Come warm me up,” you pleaded. He rushed over almost tripping at your command. Once he reached the other side of the couch he instantly fell to his knees eyeing your glistening pussy. His mouth felt dry. He panted at the sight of you. You brought your hand down your stomach and to your folds spreading them apart. YangYang groaned hand reaching below to squeeze himself.

Apart from you for a moment felt bad. After a nice date, you were using this boy to get off. Then again that's what he and his friends did to girls. They fucked them then ditched them and their main goal was you. Your lips tighten in heavy thought. You wouldn’t let that happen, you can’t. Si Cheng can’t get away with this and never can his friends.

You waved your hips back and forth putting your face back on. He shook himself from his thoughts. Leaning forward he licked his lips letting his tongue latch onto your pussy. The muscle danced through your folds. Slurping and sucking quickly on your clit. He brought his hand up to your stomach pushing you back down his mouth slurping up your juices. You rocked your hips against your mouth for some added friction. YangYang wasn’t half bad but you could tell he was only doing his best because he wanted to impress you.

You knew some of the girls he hooked up with. His list wasn’t as long as Jaehyun’s or Johnny’s for the simple fact that compared to them he had no game. Usually, guys like him made up for their skills. While YangYang wasn’t bad you wished he had possessed some of those skills. However, his hands were much more skillful. So it got you excited when you felt his hand creep up to your hole.

He slipped a finger inside you pushing it deeper into your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of him so deep. He spread you farther apart with his other hand holding you down. Wetting his finger with your juice he slipped another finger inside you fucking into you quickly. He bucked his hips into your couch. His eyes looked up towards you and saw your back arch off the couch encouraging him to continue. He fucked his fingers harder and faster into your pussy. Curving them upwards and grazing the sweet spot inside you that hand your eyes popping out of your head.

You felt the knot in your stomach approaching. Clenching around his fingers only made him go faster. He groaned into your pussy eyes rolling back. He felt so high off the taste of you. He could do this all day if you let him. Your hands in his hair holding onto his tightly fucking your clit against his hot mouth. “Fuck baby I'm gonna cum,” you moaned feeling your climax inching closer. You groaned at the feeling, releasing all over his veiny fingers. He groaned into your pussy stuffing you back up with your release and riding out your high. You slowly came down from your high feeling a wave of exhaustion take over you.

He released his mouth from your hands moving towards his pants button. He leaned towards you undoing his pants but your foot on his chest stopped him. You slowly pushed him back down onto your couch seeing his dick stand proudly in the air. You shook your head sitting up.

“You don’t get to fuck me, baby. You made a choice. You choose to taste me and I let you,” you said mockingly. He frowned a whine escaping his lips but you stopped him. “No whine,” you said shaking your head. “That was your choice. You can go,” you said turning away and picking up your phone. You opened it scrolling through Instagram. He scoffed dick still hard and out of his jeans.

“Are you serious? What did you just invite me over here to fuck you then what kick me out?” He asked feelings hurt. You scoffed chuckling while looking at your phone. You looked up at an apologetic smile on your face. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think I’d let you fuck me after that poor mouth game you have? I mean honestly, I Don’t get how you can fuck around with as many girls as you please and none of them have warned each other about your tongue or lack of,” you said turning back to your phone. You pointed to the door behind you.

“Doors that way,” you said watching as scoffed standing up to leave. He pulled up his boxers, and jeans just behind. He stood up to your door big you went up to him after putting on your panties. You turned him around gripping onto his chin. He looked you dead in your eyes.

“Also. Tell anyone about this. I dare you,” you said eyeing him. He lost some of his toughness at your threat. He gulped returning to the YangYang you saw earlier. He nodded grabbing his shoes and slipping them on. “I promise I won’t tell,” he said slipping past you and then through your door. You sighed a smile on your face as your front door closed. You locked it walking to your room. You undressed the rest of your clothes and walked into your shower washing away the sticky feeling you felt.

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Meanwhile, Yangyang went home both frustrated and embarrassed. His dick went down after watching a video on Instagram of a girl popping her pimple. He shuddered grossily at the thought. When he reached the front door of his shared house he let out a sigh. He held his keys in his hand but didn't push them through the hole. Had he just been played? I mean how could he have been so stupid to believe you of all people wanted him the way he now so desperately wanted you? And everything you said about his tongue, was he that bad?

He huffed kicking a nearby rock. Just as he went to leave he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" the voice asked. Yangyang froze turning to see Si Cheng standing next to him wearing a bookbag. He nodded but didn't speak. The words caught in his throat. He knew he couldn't tell Si Cheng even without your threat. It completely ruins their friendship. So instead he opened the door for both him and Si Cheng taking off his shoes as he stepped inside.

"How'd your date go?" Jaemin asked standing in the kitchen. Yangyang felt the tension throughout his body heighten. Why was everyone home today? It's a Friday night and all of a sudden on the day he meets up with you everyone is home. He thanks you silently for not suggesting you two come to his place instead. "It was fine," he coughed up. Jaemin chuckled raising a brow. "Just fine? The way you talked about this girl I thought she was some sort of jewel. I guess it didn't go too well," he said bringing the joint between his fingers to his lips. He took a hit letting the smoke escape his lips. He let out a few coughs offering the joint to him.

He declined instead reaching into the fridge for two waters. He handed one to Jaemin who thanked him. Just as he turned around Jaehyun appeared. "Uh Oh," he said at the sight of Yangyang. He checked the time on the stove reading eight o'clock. He looked back at Yangyang with a sly frown. "Your back early. Did you fuck up?" he asked. Yangyang felt some of his nerves let go. He was used to this kind of behavior from the older boy. Jaemin cleared his throat taking a sip of water.

"Leave him alone Jae he's had a rough night," he said patting his back. He walked past Jaehyun who didn't follow instead taking a hit from Jaemin's blunt. Yangyang made his way to his room. Once he stepped inside and sat on his bed he heard the door close and open again. He looked up only seeing Jisung. He laid his head flat again not worried by Jisung's presence in the sloghtest.

Jisung walked over to him clearing his throat. He took hold of his desk chair and sat on it. He lightly kicked the side of Yangyang's leg that dangled off his bed. "So how'd it go?" he asked waiting for his reply. Yangyang lifted his head eyeing Jisung. "Why do you care?" he asked confused by the younger boy. Jisung shrugged waving the chair side to side. "I don't know. We barely talk anymore," he said with a slight pout, there was truth behind his words.

Yangyang eyed him but was too tired to question him. He sat up throwing his pillow to the side. He sighed shoulders falling. " I blew it. She said my tongue game was weak," he said embarrassment in his tone. Jisung bit back a laugh. Yangyang looked up noticing the boy's face. "Hey don't laugh! It really fucked me up. Next time I'm with a girl it will be all I can think about," he said annoyed.

"Then maybe you should slow down and study a bit," he said back.

"Says the virgin," yangyang bit back. He was too tired and annoyed to deal with any slander, especially from Jisung the biggest virgin in the entire house. The biggest because he was the only one they knew of. The group didn't trust Taeyong or Haechan. Jisung shrugged him off standing up. He knew he had gone to see you and since Yangyang came home pissed he knew you did your job. There was no need for him to continue it for you now. He'd see you tomorrow and you'd tell him all about it, and he'd love to hear it straight from you. He stood up leaving Yangyang to fall deeper into the hole he was digging for himself.

Just as he left he walked past Haechan who sat in his room typing quickly on his computer head set on covering his ears. He smirked to himself seeing the clueless boy who had no idea what was yet to come.

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Once you stepped out of the shower you applied your skincare and creams. You walked to the lamp table next to your bed. You opened your draw sleep mask covering your forehead. You pulled out a pink fluffy pen crossing out YangYang’s name. You bit your lip just picturing how mad he is right now. Probably feeling used and embarrassed. You looked back down at your list feeling victorious.

“Just nine more to go,” you said looking at your paper. Just as you were about to put it away you scribbled something on it. Once you finished you smiled placing it back in your draw along with the pink fluffy pen. You pulled the string of the lamp seeing the room go dark. You then pulled the sleeping mask over your eyes laid flat on your pink silk sheet bed and went fast to sleep.

A part of you really wished YangYang was better with his mouth. Oh well, maybe Haechan would be better.

To Be Continued…

I hope you guys enjoyed part 2: of my 10-part series Easy A.

I think I’m the future I will continue to do my series there really fun.

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