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PAS DE DEUX - THE8 | SEVENTEEN
Minghao is the mentor for a new batch of trainees and catches M/n, an unmotivated and conscious trainee in a way no one can quite explain. They spend time in the studio together. Maybe too much. The others are jealous. But nothing is stopping him from teaching his boy his body is beautiful.
Do it like how you taught me, Make bands by my lonely
♱ PAIRING : XU MINGHAO X MALE READER ♱ CONTENT WARNING : This writing contains VERY explicit sexual content and mature themes. ♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : Um... so once again I got carried away... 20 pages... tah dah! LINKS : Wattpad
The studio was alive with movement, the rhythmic pounding of feet against the polished wood floor syncing with the bass-heavy track playing overhead. The air smelled of sweat and determination, a reminder of the countless hours poured into perfecting every step, every breath, every motion.
M/n stood at the back of the room, trying to blend in, but it was impossible. His movements weren’t sharp, his footwork not crisp. He could feel the stares, the subtle shifts in the energy around him and other trainees noticing, judging.
“Again,” the dance coach called out. The music restarted, M/n clenched his fists before throwing himself back into the choreography. He knew he wasn’t the best, but he refused to be the worst.
The murmurs started the second he stumbled.
“He’s still struggling?” someone muttered under their breath. A quiet scoff from another trainee followed.
M/n bit down on the inside of his cheek. Then, the music cut off abruptly.
"Alright, take five. Everyone, except you." The unfamiliar voice was firm but smooth, and the moment M/n turned to look, his breath caught.
Xu Minghao stood near the mirrors, arms crossed, eyes sharp and assessing. The dancer, Seventeen’s performance powerhouse, was watching him.
M/n swallowed hard. His muscles ached from overwork, his chest tight from exertion, but nothing compared to the weight of Minghao’s gaze on him.
"You," Minghao continued, taking a step closer, "stay back. The rest of you, get some water."
The trainees hesitated, some exchanging glances before filing out. Their silent judgment burned against M/n’s skin.
Minghao watched him for a long moment before speaking again, pointing to the floor, still comfortably leaning against the mirror.
"Show me the last section of the routine."
M/n exhaled sharply, nodding, wiping the sweat on his palms on his sweatpants. He stepped into position, body tense with nerves, and the music started again. He moved, he tried. He failed.
Minghao clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "You're too stiff," he said, stepping forward. "You're overthinking. Let me show you."
Before M/n could react, Minghao was behind him, close enough that M/n could feel the warmth of his presence. Slender fingers traced his skin as he guided his arms into the right position, fingers skimming his wrist, adjusting his posture.
M/n's breath hitched.
"Relax," Minghao murmured, voice low, close to his ear. "Feel the movement, don't fight it."
The words sent a shiver down M/n’s spine, but he nodded, forcing himself to focus. He had to. He couldn’t afford to fall behind. Not in dance, not in his dreams. And definitely not because of the sudden, unwanted spark curling in his chest.
Not for his mentor.
Not for Xu Minghao.
M/n took a steadying breath, forcing himself to focus on Minghao’s instructions rather than the way his mentor’s touch lingered just long enough to make his pulse quicken.
“Again,” Minghao said, stepping back.
The music restarted, and this time, M/n moved with more fluidity. His muscles still burned from exhaustion, but the difference was immediate. The moment he stopped fighting the choreography, it started to feel… natural.
Minghao watched intently, nodding slightly as M/n executed the steps with newfound ease. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. When the routine ended, the silence stretched, save for the sound of M/n’s heavy breathing.
Minghao’s lips quirked slightly. “See? You can do it.”
M/n wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart hammering from more than just exertion. “Barely.”
“If you were hopeless, I wouldn’t be wasting my time.” Minghao’s tone was calm, matter-of-fact. He wasn’t giving compliments; he was stating a fact.
Still, something in M/n’s chest fluttered at the words.
The studio door opened, and the other trainees filtered back in. Some shot him unreadable glances, while others ignored him entirely. The shift in atmosphere was subtle, but it was there; the quiet resentment of those who had watched M/n struggle, only to see him get special attention from Xu Minghao himself.
Minghao seemed to notice too, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he clapped his hands together. “Break’s over. Let’s get back to work.”
M/n exhaled, shaking off the unease creeping up his spine. It didn’t matter what the others thought. He wasn’t here to impress them. He was here to prove to himself, to the company, to Minghao; that he belonged.
As the next round of practice began, M/n threw himself into the dance, pushing past the doubt and the whispers. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t ignore the weight of Minghao’s gaze on him.
And he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
`` Days blurred together in an endless cycle of training, evaluations, and exhaustion. The choreography became muscle memory, but M/n's mind never settled. The studio had become a battlefield; one where every misstep felt like a bullet, and every success only fueled the silent resentment simmering around him.
`Minghao remained a constant presence, his mentoring sharp and precise. He pushed M/n harder than the others, but in a way that felt deliberate, almost as if he was testing him.
One evening, after an especially grueling session, M/n lingered behind in the studio, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Sweat dripped from his temples, his shirt clinging to his body. He should have left already, but his frustration wouldn’t let him.
Why do I still feel behind?
The door creaked open.
"You’re overthinking again."
M/n startled, turning to find Minghao leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. His sharp gaze softened slightly as he stepped forward.
M/n swallowed. "I just… I don’t get why it’s so easy for everyone else."
Minghao hummed, stopping just a step away. “It’s not.”
M/n scoffed. “You don’t see them struggling like I do.”
"Because they hide it." Minghao tilted his head. "Like you're trying to right now."
M/n froze. He hadn’t realized how tightly he was clenching his fists until Minghao’s gaze flickered to them.
"You’re improving, M/n." Minghao’s voice was quieter now. "But dance isn’t just about the moves. It’s about trust."
"Trust?" M/n frowned.
Minghao nodded. "In yourself. In your body. In the movement. You fight it too much."
M/n huffed. "Maybe because I keep feeling like I don’t belong here."
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
Silence settled between them. Minghao studied him for a long moment before speaking again, his voice firm but calm.
"If you didn’t belong, I wouldn’t be wasting my time on you."
The words hit deeper than M/n expected.
For the first time in weeks, the tight knot in his chest loosened just slightly.
Minghao didn’t offer more reassurance; he simply turned toward the sound system. "One more time. Just you and me."
M/n hesitated before nodding.
The music started, and this time, M/n let himself move. He let himself trust.
And for the first time, he didn’t feel like he was chasing the rhythm.
He was dancing with it.
And Minghao was watching.
M/n woke up sore the next morning, his body aching from the extra practice with Minghao. But despite the exhaustion, a sense of accomplishment settled in his chest. For once, he wasn’t drowning in self-doubt.
Yet, as soon as he stepped into the practice room, the atmosphere felt… different.
The other trainees were already stretching, but the usual chatter was subdued. A few pairs of eyes flickered toward him, whispers exchanged just low enough that he couldn’t make out the words.
M/n exhaled sharply, pushing down the unease.
He knew the others had noticed the extra attention Minghao gave him. He knew they probably thought he was getting special treatment. But they weren’t there when I stayed late. They weren’t there when I worked myself to the bone.
"Suck up," someone muttered as he passed by.
M/n’s jaw clenched, but he ignored it, focusing on his warm-up.
When Minghao walked in a few minutes later, the tension in the room only thickened. He greeted the group briefly, eyes scanning the trainees before landing on M/n for just a second too long. M/n looked away, hoping no one noticed.
They did.
Practice was brutal. Minghao wasn’t holding back today, pushing them harder than ever. M/n did his best to keep up, but every time he executed the moves, he could feel the weight of eyes on him.
Then, during a water break, the whispering turned into something worse.
"Did you hear?" one of the trainees said just loud enough for M/n to catch. "Minghao’s been giving private lessons."
M/n’s stomach twisted.
"I've noticed he’s a lot more flexible." another voice joined in. "I think he’s getting stretched out a different way then us."
Laughter. A sharp, bitter kind.
M/n’s grip tightened around his water bottle. He forced himself to stay silent, to not let them see that their words had gotten under his skin.
But Minghao had heard.
"Line up," Minghao’s voice cut through the tension, sharper than usual.
The trainees scrambled into position, but the mood had already shifted.
Minghao’s eyes flickered toward M/n, unreadable, but something about his posture had changed.
He had heard everything.
And he wasn’t going to ignore it.
M/n forced himself to focus, but his mind raced with the words he had just heard. Private lessons. Getting ahead. It wasn’t just whispers anymore; it was an accusation.
Minghao stepped forward, his expression unreadable as he scanned the group. His presence was always commanding, but today, there was something sharper in his gaze.
"Let me make one thing very clear." His voice was calm, but the weight behind it made the room feel smaller. "In this industry, you earn your place. No exceptions."
No one dared to speak.
"If someone is improving, it’s because they’re putting in the work," Minghao continued, his eyes sweeping over the trainees. "If they stay behind after hours, if they push themselves past their limits, if they refuse to give up no matter how hard it gets; that’s why they get better."
M/n’s breath hitched.
Minghao took a slow step forward, gaze locking onto the group. "But if anyone here thinks they can undermine someone else’s progress because of their own insecurities, you’re free to leave now. Because if I catch any more of this petty, baseless gossip-" he let the words settle, his voice dipping lower, "you won’t last here."
Silence. Heavy and suffocating.
M/n could feel the shift in the room. No one met Minghao’s gaze, but the shame was palpable. The whispers wouldn’t vanish overnight, but Minghao had drawn a line.
Then, just as quickly as the moment came, Minghao clapped his hands together. "Now, unless you’d rather gossip, we’re running the routine from the top."
The music started, and M/n exhaled.
For the first time, he didn’t feel alone.
Minghao had defended him. Publicly. Unapologetically.
And no matter how much M/n tried to ignore it, his heart raced at the thought.
The shift in the atmosphere was undeniable. After Minghao’s warning, the whispers didn’t completely stop, but they dulled into background noise. The jealousy hadn’t disappeared, but no one dared to openly challenge M/n anymore.
Still, the weight of their eyes lingered.
Minghao didn’t treat him any differently in front of the others, but there was something there, something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface.
It was in the way he lingered just a second longer when adjusting M/n’s form. The way his gaze followed M/n when he thought no one was looking. The way his voice softened ever so slightly when speaking to him.
M/n told himself it was just his imagination.
But then came the partnering exercise.
Minghao had decided to challenge them with a new routine; one that required working in pairs to test their synchronization and connection.
And when it came time to assign partners, Minghao didn’t hesitate.
"M/n, with me."
The room was silent for a fraction too long.
M/n swallowed. "O-Okay."
As the other trainees moved into their own pairings, M/n found himself standing directly in front of Minghao. The height difference was subtle, but noticeable enough that M/n felt it as they took their positions.
Minghao placed a hand on M/n’s waist, his grip firm but controlled. "Relax," he instructed. "You’re too tense."
"I’m trying not to be," M/n muttered.
Minghao smirked, just barely. "Then let’s fix it."
The music started, and M/n focused on moving with the rhythm. But it was impossible to ignore how close they were; how every shift, every step, brought him within inches of Minghao’s frame.
When Minghao guided him into a turn, his grip tightened, steadying him effortlessly. M/n’s pulse stuttered.
"You’re hesitating," Minghao said.
"I-" M/n faltered as their eyes met.
Minghao’s gaze was unreadable, but there was something intense in the way he was looking at him. Something that made M/n’s breath catch.
"Don’t hesitate," Minghao said, voice quieter this time.
M/n nodded, but his heart was beating far too fast for reasons that had nothing to do with the dance.
They moved together, the world fading around them. And for just a moment, it didn’t feel like practice.
It felt like something else entirely.
The music swelled, and they moved as one.
M/n had stopped thinking, stopped overanalyzing every step, every motion. His body followed Minghao’s lead instinctively, matching his rhythm, his energy. It was effortless. Natural.
Minghao’s hand was firm on his waist, guiding him through the turn. The proximity between them was undeniable, but M/n barely had time to process it before Minghao executed the final move; a deep dip, pulling M/n flush against him.
M/n’s breath hitched.
His back arched slightly over Minghao’s arm, and for a split second, they weren’t just two dancers in sync.
They were something more.
The studio felt too quiet, the air thick with something neither of them dared to name.
Minghao didn’t let go immediately. His grip on M/n’s waist lingered, just a second too long. And when M/n’s gaze flickered up, their eyes locked.
The tension snapped tight.
It was in the way Minghao’s fingers curled slightly, holding him in place. The way his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
M/n barely realized he was gripping onto Minghao’s arm until he felt the heat of his skin beneath his fingertips.
Then Minghao inhaled sharply; just a small, barely audible breath and that was enough to jolt them both back to reality.
He released M/n, stepping back. "Again," he said, voice neutral, but there was an edge to it—like he was forcing himself to sound unaffected.
M/n swallowed hard, nodding. "Right. Again."
But as they reset into position, his pulse refused to settle.
And when they moved together once more, M/n couldn’t shake the feeling that they had just come dangerously close to crossing a line neither of them was ready to acknowledge.
The tension between them didn’t fade. If anything, it only grew stronger.
Days passed, filled with grueling practice sessions and lingering glances. M/n told himself it was just in his head, but he could feel it every time Minghao adjusted his form, every time their fingers brushed, every time their eyes met for just a second too long.
It was a slow, torturous build-up, a silent push and pull neither of them acknowledged.
Until one night, when the studio was empty, and there was nowhere left to hide.
M/n had stayed behind again, practicing long after the others had left. He was exhausted, his body screaming for rest, but he couldn’t stop. Not yet.
The music played softly in the background as he moved through the steps, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. But something was off, his timing, his balance. Frustration bubbled up, and he ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling sharply.
"You’re pushing yourself too hard."
M/n startled at the voice, whipping around to see Minghao leaning against the doorframe.
"Thought you left," M/n muttered, trying to steady his breath.
Minghao stepped inside, his eyes scanning M/n carefully. "I was going to. Then I saw the lights still on."
M/n huffed. "Figured I’d get in some extra practice."
Minghao crossed his arms. "You don’t need more practice."
M/n scoffed. "You sure? Because it feels like I do."
Minghao exhaled, stepping closer. "You’re not struggling with the choreography anymore, M/n. That’s not why you’re still here."
M/n froze.
Minghao studied him, his gaze unreadable but intense. "You’re fighting something. And it’s not the dance."
Silence stretched between them. M/n felt his pulse quicken, his body growing warmer under Minghao’s unwavering stare.
It would be so easy to deny it; to laugh it off, change the subject. But in this quiet, empty studio, with nothing but the sound of their breathing between them…
Lying didn’t feel like an option.
M/n swallowed. "And if I am?"
Minghao’s eyes flickered with something, something dangerous. "Then stop fighting."
M/n’s breath caught.
The distance between them felt smaller than before. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, Minghao was right there, close enough that M/n could feel the heat radiating from him, close enough that if he just leaned in…
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Minghao murmured, his voice quieter now, lower. "I tried ignoring it. I tried pretending it wasn’t there. But every time I watch you dance, every time I correct you, every time you look at me like that-"
He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "I can’t ignore it anymore."
M/n’s heart pounded. "Then don’t."
For a moment, they just stood there, breaths mingling in the stillness of the studio.
Then, finally, finally, Minghao closed the distance.
It wasn’t rushed or hesitant it was slow, deliberate, a silent answer to everything they had been holding back. M/n melted into it, his fingers curling around Minghao’s shirt, anchoring himself.
M/n felt his world tilt on its axis as their lips met. It was soft at first, a gentle press of mouths, but quickly turned into a desperate kiss, the passion igniting.
Minghao tasted of mint and determination. His hands, earlier strict and disciplined in their corrections, now explored M/n's back under his shirt with a tenderness that belied their usual professional demeanor. Fingers tangled in hair, breaths mingled, and the studio filled with the soft sounds of their mutual surrender.
M/n was lost in the kiss, in the warmth and comfort of finally giving in to his feelings. He felt Minghao's arms wrap around him, holding him close as if he might disappear if he let go. The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic as their hunger for each other overwhelmed any remaining restraint.
Minghao pinned M/n against the studio mirror, his body flush against the other's. He trailed kisses along M/n's jawline, pausing to nip gently at his earlobe.
“Is this okay?” Minghao asked, keeping apart from M/n’s lips for just a second as he held his face close by the back of his head, fingers entangled in his hair.
“Yes,” M/n reassured, looking through his long eyelashes up at Minghao.`
"Good..." he whispered, catching M/n's bottom lip between his teeth gently. His hands started to trail down from M/n's neck, across his collarbones, to the hem of his shirt. "Can I..." he asked softly, fingers grazing the bare skin of his stomach. "Take this off?"
“Mm,” M/n hummed.
Slowly, almost reverently, Minghao eased M/n's shirt upwards. His calloused fingers brushed along M/n's sides, sending shivers across his skin as the fabric slid off completely. Minghao drank in the sight of M/n's bare torso, eyes darkening with appreciation. "Beautiful,"
“You’re just saying that...”
“Look at me,” he demanded softly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of M/n’s pant. He wanted M/n to see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was looking at M/n like he was a prized possession.
Minghao leaned in and placed a soft kiss on M/n’s neck, his warm breath fanning across his skin as he spoke. “I’m saying it because it’s true,” he murmured, his fingers slowly untying M/n’s sweatpants, “You’re so fucking beautiful, M/n.”
He gently pushed M/n’s pants down, hooping around his thigh along with his undergarments, reveling his slim hips and thighs. He trailed kisses down M/n’s chest, his abs, and then finally his thighs as he helped M/n step out of his clothes, “Lift your arms,” he whispered.
M/n followed instructions. The damp t-shirt slipped off his body, then their forehead pressed together for a moment, peppering kisses as Minghao drank in his junior's body, “Fuck...” he breathed, admiring M/n’s naked form in the studio mirror light, “You’re so perfect,” He trailed a hand down M/n’s side.
Minghao began to remove his own clothes. His shirt was discarded quickly with the help of M/n, reveling taut muscles and smooth skin. His pants followed soon after, leaving his bare before M/n. M/n stood starstruck. He’d never in a million years think his idol would be au naturel right in front of him.
Minghao stepped back closer, his hands framing M/n’s waist possessively. He nuzzled his face into M/n’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. “Turn around,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I wanna see you from every angle.”
Guided by Minghao’s hand, M/n turned and faced the mirror.
One hand snaked around M/n’s waist, resting low on his stomach. The other traced up his chest, brushing against a nipple. “Look at yourself...”
M/n looked into the mirror. He was in awe at himself. He didn’t recognize himself. In Minghao’s arms, he felt sexier, more alive, more than what anyone could tell him.
Minghao wrapped him arms around him, placing a kiss on M/n’s shoulder, smiling onto his skin, “See how stunning you are?”
M/n’s lips curved into a soft smile as covered Minghao’s hands with his own, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. “Every curve, every line...” Minghao cooed, his hands roaming over M/n’s torso, “Absolutely gorgeous.”
“I want you,” M/n whispered breathy, almost not aware he said that out loud.
Minghao’s breath hitched at M/n’s confession. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he felt a shudder run through M/n’s body. “Fuck, I want you too. You deserve it.”
M/n leaned back into Minghao’s embrace as their fingers locked over M/n’s chest. His breath caught in his throat as he felt M/n’s weight settled against him. “Let me treat you like the prince you are.”
Minghao slips his fingers into his own mouth, covering it in his spit. He slowly trails those wet fingers down M/n’s backside, pushing M/n gently into the mirror.
He spread M/n’s legs apart with his thigh as he slowly circled his wet fingers around M/n’s entrance, teasing and preparing him gently. He looked at the scene in the mirror, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the reflected image of M/n panting, sweat sticking to his forehead and the mirror.
His finger slowly pushed inside M/n, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort, “Good, baby.” He cooed, his free hand slid around to grip M/n’s erection. He saw M/n’s reflection, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he hissed and ahed.
Pushing his fingers deeper, he started stroking M/n in rhythm with each thrust, his hand working the younger’s length perfectly. In the mirror he could just see how turned on M/n was, “Look at how beautiful you are taking my fingers,” His teeth nipping at M/n’s ear.
Minghao withdrew his fingers, leaving M/n trembling with need. Holding M/n by the hips, Minghao guided him to bend forward slightly, pressing his chest his back as he hooked his chin on M/n’s shoulder, locking a hand together in front of him as his other positioned himself at M/n’s entrance.
He slowly pushed in, giving M/n time to adjust. Minghao’s fingernails dug into M/n’s hips as gently as possible, M/n’s hand gripping tightly in his. Minghao pulled back slowly. Almost withdrawing completely before snapping his hips forward again.
“Fuck... God...” Minghao groaned deeply, pleasure rolling through him as he watched M/n accept him so perfectly. In and out, he had a set steady rhythm, his hips rocking forward and pulling back, watching the erotic sight of their coupling in the mirror.
“Hao, f-fuck,” M/n choked, the vibration of his moans and whines bouncing off the mirror. Minghao’s lips curl into a smile at M/n calling out his name so lude. His togue ghost his lips briefly at the needy whimpers.
M/n could feel his release building in his stomach, his thighs shook and he practically was scream for a resolve. Minghao reached his hand back around M/m’s leaking length, stroking him in time with his thrusts, “Come for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire but so sweet like his smirk as M/n came undone, him following suit.
He felt M/n’s released pulse through him, hot and west against his hand. The sight of M/n falling apart in the mirror, pleasure contorting his features, stuttered as he came hard, burying himself deep inside M/n with a choked groan, then a sweet string moans straight in M/n’s ear.
As the final shudders of their releases faded, Minghao stayed buried deep inside M/n, holding him close. He peppered soft kisses along his junior's shoulder blade, murmuring praises between each gentle press of his lips.
The next morning, nothing had changed.
And yet, everything had.
M/n and Minghao returned to practice like nothing had happened. They kept their distance, their interactions no different from before, strictly professional, strictly normal. No one batted an eye.
But beneath the surface, there were cracks in the facade.
It was in the fleeting glances they shared when no one was looking. The way Minghao’s hand brushed against M/n’s lower back for just a second too long when adjusting his form. The way M/n held his breath whenever Minghao got too close, because now he knew what it felt like to have that distance erased.
And then there were the nights.
When practice ended and the others left, and Minghao would find an excuse to stay behind. When M/n would linger in the studio just a little longer, waiting. When the silence between them carried an entirely new weight; one filled with stolen moments, quiet confessions, and the unspoken promise of more.
They weren’t reckless, but they weren’t distant either.
Late at night, after the world had gone still, they met in empty studios and whispered things they couldn’t say in daylight. Minghao would pull M/n close, pressing lazy kisses to his temple, murmuring things like, "You’re getting better." "You’re going to make it." "I’ll be right here."
And M/n would believe him.
Because despite the secrecy, despite the world they lived in; the competition, the expectations, the scrutiny, this felt real.
And for now, that was enough.
As M/n packed up his things after another long day, he felt the familiar presence before he even turned around.
"You’re staying late again?" Minghao’s voice was quiet, just for him.
M/n smiled. "Depends. Are you?"
Minghao’s lips twitched. "If you are."
The answer was unspoken, but they both understood.
So as the doors shut behind the last of the trainees, and the studio emptied once more, M/n turned to face Minghao; his partner, his mentor, his secret.
And in the soft glow of the practice room lights, as they stepped toward each other again, M/n knew this was just the beginning.
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HELLO?!








TAEYONG - NCT 127 JAPAN Official Book Vol.11
© _blue_rang
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Aaaaaaaahh it's so cuteeee
Can you make some b
Doyoung x make reader text? Just some cute stuff like how Doyoung is down bad for the reader
Doyoung boyfriend texts (m reader)



genre. fluff, crack
pairing. doyoung x m!reader
⊹ it was fun trying to write from a guy’s perspective for once lol.. tell me what you think!
text taglist ♡‧₊˚ ↴
@wonbins-black-cat @taroddori @nctstarr @i03jae @regularsuh @sol3chu @yurikudon @lilly-cherry7 @onionhaseyoareumm @lexeees @hyunverse @rihaee @annyeojin @nanawrlds
*lmk if you wanna be removed/added to this taglist or my permanent taglist to know when I post!
#elio recommends things 🏯#elio talks 🏯#elio's husband 🏯#nct soft hours#nct 127 fake texts#nct x male reader
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Guys... I might sound crazy but I need some Lucius Malfoy x male reader.. like it's a itch that needs to be satisfied
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I ACTUALLY want and need him:(



⊹ ࣪ ﹏﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
texts with bf taeyong !!
a/n: crazy that ty is my ult and it took me two months to write anything solo for him :00









fake text m.list ☁︎⋅
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Rawrrr



⟆ ⟆ 𓂃 ⊹ 🥛 ! ◜ ζ



⟆ ⟆ 𓂃 ⊹ 🎱 ! ◜ ζ



@haocovr
#elio's husband 🏯#yuta moodboard#nct moodboard#yuta#nct yuta#yuta layouts#yuta icons#nakamoto yuta#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ by shua ssi.
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Anton anton antonnnnn








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Rrrrr 😼





◯ ༚ 𓏸 you wanna be mine baby . . . ݃ ⃨ ⣦᭪



#elio's husband 🏯#♩ ﹐ haevrrs ◦ ❁#nct doyoung#doyoung#kpop moodboard#nct moodboard#doyoung moodboard#aesthetic moodboard
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BARK BARK ARKKKJ
a dip — l.cy

⌗ pairing. . . anton lee x male reader
⌗ genre. . . smut
⌗ summary. . . you went with your fuck buddy to the pool… that was your first mistake.
⌗ includes. . . sub!reader, fwb!swimmer!anton, public sex (pls don't esp not this one), unprotected sex (also don't),
⌗ wc. 2.5k
°A/N. . . sorta requested but also not really,, also not proofread nor very pretty or as descriptive as i like to be im so sorry this is just what you get when im horny bc these pictures ruined my life
you knew much better than to agree to joining anton lee at the pool of all places.
being a lifetime friend (occasionally with benefits) of his, you knew the swimmer could spend hours upon hours at the pool and not feel an ounce of exhaustion. he'd often convince you to stay long after you finished swimming yourself, just to wait for him to complete his cool down routine before driving you home.
the worst thing of all, though, was that you were constantly reminded just how much he had hidden underneath those oversized sweaters and jeans that he always wore. behind that whole shy boy aesthetic he had going on, was the physique of what you could only compare to a greek god, and even he knew it.
you never got used to it - seeing anton's chiseled body exposed in the aquatic habitat that felt like a second home to him. no matter how sweet his smile or how loud his laugh, nothing could distract you from drooling over a body like that cutting through the water with such ease. it was even worse because the sweet boy knew exactly what he did to you.
he tried to cut you some slack, though, respecting your effort to seem unbothered every time he'd peel his layers of clothing off before jumping into the pool, wearing nothing but his tight blue swim trunks that suffocated his muscular thighs.
one time he even pretended not to notice how you were so worked up after a race with him that you had to go not-so-subtly get yourself off in the community bathroom.
in your defense, it was a heated indoor pool, and he had completely annihilated you in the race. that proud smirk paired with the steam rising from his rippling back muscles had you biting back moans from the sight alone. so naturally, it was to no one's surprise once things turned physical between you both.
the adrenaline that swimming gave anton put him on cloud nine, and being the stubborn ass that you were, you were determined to somehow beat this pro swimmer in a race - only for it to end with you losing miserably and somehow hornier than when you started. one thing would always lead to another, a taunting comment thrown your way turning into his bare back pressed against the cool tiles of the changing room while you yanked his swim shorts down low enough to take his throbbing cock into your mouth.
but today you were going to be good.
you hadn't hooked up with anton for a while, and were truly only tagging along because he needed a friend to time his laps for the upcoming season.
however, it'd be a lie to say you didn't have to give yourself a prep talk as you set your things down on the pool chairs, noticing nobody was there tonight. it was business as usual, though. anton always convinced the coach to let him have later access while the rest of the team went home so he could focus. you just found it harder to control yourself around him when left alone like this, but tonight you had a new type of dedication to simply swim, help your friend, and go home.
besides, why would it be so difficult for you to keep it in your pants for just one night?
‘oh, thats why.’ you groaned internally as you watched anton strip his shirt from over his head.
fuck, had he been bulking up?
you pretend not to notice how his biceps flex as he runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair while you stripped down to your swim trunks as well. god, his skin was practically glowing even from the dingy indoor lighting.
your head whipped around back towards his direction when you heard a low hiss, watching his face scrunch slightly as he stepped down the pool's ladder. your dick twitched a bit at the sight of his furrowing brows and low groan as he sunk deeper into the water, but you mentally slapped yourself back to reality.
"what's with you?" you questioned approaching the steps, getting ready to enter as well.
"shit, i forgot to remind coach to turn the heaters on tonight," he responded. "its freezing."
you thought he was being dramatic, but the chilly water indeed bit back when you lowered your ankles in. you decided against submerging for now, simply swirling your legs in circles while you spun anton's stopwatch in your hand.
anton began a quick warm up, stretching and dunking himself udner water several times and adjusting quickly to the temperature. his wet hair splaying out around his face made him even more gorgeous than he already was, and you felt your cheeks gain a sickening warmth.
"alright bro, let's get started." you cleared your throat, speaking up to hurry the process along before your resolve crumbled.
"sure, bro." he mocked before sending a wink your way. shit, he was already on to you.
anton held eye contact with you as he hoisted himself out of the water to walk over to the swim lanes, causing your breath to silently falter. your instincts made you the first to break contact though, as your eyes followed the droplets that slid down his broad chest, past his perked nipples, over his abs and eventually disappear into his waistband.
god, you were such a pervert. and he loved it so much.
only 30 minutes into his laps you found yourself desperately missing the shy boy act that he would put on for every body else. once he was in athlete mode, the confidence in his demeanor made your self control fly out the window. it didn't make sense how someone as massive as him could practically fly through the water, flexing every inch of his muscle like it was nothing.
it forced you to reminisce on how he was in bed, constantly taking you with his immense stamina. he could toss and turn you in any way at any given pace, constantly making you see stars like it was nothing — even when you were the one to start things, he made sure to finish them. you remembered the way his lean muscle would tighten and ripple in your grasp, holding on for dear life as you begged for him to thrust into you harder or squeeze you tighter.
get it together, y/n.
if you had a dollar for every time you'd had to yank yourself out of the gutter in just the span of one hour, you'd be rich enough to drop out of school.
you had allowed yourself to sit calf deep in the water at the end of the racing lane, but it wasn't until he reached you after knocking out 3 laps in a row that you regretted your decision. he emerged from the water with a big splash, throwing his head back and letting out the most erotic sigh you could imagine as he finally let air reach his lungs.
a lump formed in your throat, watching anton's buff chest rise and fall in tune with his breaths while both long arms gripped the edge of the pool on either side of your legs.
"what was my time for those?" the swimmer finally asked you once he had stabilized his breathing.
"oh! right, uhm...." you snap out of your chance, gut dropping when you looked down to the stop watching still ticking in your hand.
"you forgot to stop it, didn't you?" anton asked, a tone of more amusement rather than annoyance seeping through his smirk. "don't tell me you got distracted?"
"shit, i'm sorry." you groaned, annoyed with your own sexual frustration overtaking your ability to play it cool.
"it's fine." anton shrugged, pulling his body out of the water and plotting on to the ledge next you, making you flinched as copious amounts of water splashed around the concrete. "just let me fuck you."
your eyes widened, looking up to his mischievous eyes, and you swear you felt him leaning closer.
"what the fuck, ton?" you gasped, slightly punching his arm, savoring the split second of contact you made with his warm skin.
"god, its been like a month, y/n. i can't focus on conditioning and you can't even click a button for me, clearly." he chuckled. "lets just do it so i can have a good season."
you couldn't believe the causality he was saying all of this with. he did always call you his good luck charm, somehow managing to break his own personal record anytime you'd let him hit the night before or suck you off right before a meet, swallowing your cum like it was his own lewd type of protein shake.
it would also be a lie to an insane degree to say you didn't miss the way his soft skin felt gliding along yours whenever he would grind into you, his huge hands giving you a sense of stability in the way he would hold you down.
anton could tell from the way you were shamelessly biting your lip that you were thinking about it, taking the initiative to push your shoulders down until you were on your back.
he had barely let you utter out a desperate "okay" before he was rolling over on top of you, not hesitating for a second to drop his hips directly over yours so you could feel how hard his bulge had already gotten. you moaned aloud, hips immediately bucking up to meet his as he lowered his head to your neck, feathering wet kisses along your column.
the water dripping from his body was cold, but the warmth of his torso easily overcame it all when you needly reached for his back to pull the entirety of his weight onto you. you didn't realize how much you missed the rippling of his shoulder blades beneath your palms until you felt his body rolling in perfect tune with yours. you ran your hands all over his chiseled torso as you felt his hardened nipples brush against yours, and while you hopelessly wanted more you also didn't want this feeling to stop.
you felt a little pitiful, just sitting there allowing yourself to moan in pure bliss as your wet bodies press into each other, gripping anton's wide shoulders as his kisses picked up in heat. he was sucking hickeys into the sweet spot of your neck while his swim trunks tightened more and more as he humped against you, making you dizzier by the second.
"you sound so fucking hot whimpering for me like that." he moaned, licking a long trail up your neck to your jaw.
you didn't have any time to respond before he was pulling you into a searing kiss, his plump lips sloppily devouring yours while groaning into your mouth. you realized how much you missed the way he tasted, and silently cursed at yourself for going this long without him. you broke the kiss as your lungs began to need air, moaning out his name, just for him to grab your jaw and bring you back in for an overwhelmingly kiss. he was taking over every sense you had, filling your entire consciousness with nothing but thoughts of him. your hips bucked up incessantly, your body begging for him before your mouth could.
the hard concrete beneath you was starting to cause your limbs to ache as anton's mass pressed deeper into you, and he seemed to have read your mind, because before you knew it he was lifting himself off of you and dragging you into the water.
your mind was much too hazy to even register the vast difference in temperature, especially when you were clinging to anton like you needed him to breathe. it was as if something had taken over you and put you in the passenger seat of your own movements - all you could feel yourself doing was mumbling some endless pleas for him to fuck you before pulling him in to reconnect your lips in a hot kiss.
you could feel anton's shit eating grin against your lips as he backed you up against the poolside, slightly lifting his leg against the lower pool wall in order to guide you grinding your cock against his thigh. he took advantage of your loud moan to suck on your tongue, loving the way your fingers curled into his wet hair.
there was only so much you could handle before you were reaching below the water to pull your own swim trunks off, deciding that if anton didn't fuck you right then you might actually explode. anton helped you discard the shorts and send them flying somewhere atop of the water. the second you were free, you felt your cock on his abs, causing your hips to take action and grind against the muscle before you could even think about what you were doing.
some combined variant of a choked laugh and moan left antons mouth as he watched you throw your head back, obsessed with the way you were using his body to chase the pleasure you craved. he decided that he had his fun, slipping free from his trunks as well and lining himself up against you.
"deep breaths, baby." anton whispered, trying to sound confident but coming out as shaky neediness as well. you would normally laugh at how it almost sounded as if he were advising himself, but you were too far gone.
when he finally bottomed out in you, his size and the pressure of the water had your mind in a different realm. you clung to anton's round shoulders as he held you securely, giving you time to adjust after not having him in you for a month.
"this little ass still so tight and ready for me, i knew you missed me." he sighed out, giving you small experimenting rolls of his hips.
when you gripped him tighter and started fucking yourself on his cock, he knew he was in the clear to send you to oblivion, and thats exactly what he did.
between anton's desperation and the feeling of your member rubbing along his built torso, it didn't take much for either of you to approach your highs rapidly. you were soon announcing them to each other while you clung your slippery bodies tight together, the once still water around you turning into nothing less of a tsunami.
"'m cumming, ton." you cried out, just for him to hum in agreement.
he held the back of your neck, pushing your head down to make eye contact with him as you both hit your climax at the same time, an oddly intimate feeling settling over you in the moment and making your skin buzz.
panting against each other's faces, anton leaned in to claim your lips once more before you were both giggling like a couple of fools, padding your hands around the water as you brought yourselves down to earth.
it took a couple of moments for you to gasp horrendously at the realization of what you both just did, looking to anton with so much terror etched in your eyebrows that he couldn't help but laugh.
"did we just- the school's pool- we-" you sputtered aimlessly, only stopping once anton's hand emerged from the water to cover your mouth.
"don't worry about it, coach will handle it. he won't mind, because after that i'm about to bring this school three new medals this year."
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Sleepy hannie !!!
5:05 am


Genre: fluff.
Pairing: Jeonghan x reader.
Warnings: clingy Hanni.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
"y/n, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Jeonghan yawned as he walked into the kitchen.
"I wasn't sleepy, so I was getting breakfast ready," you replied while chopping some vegetables on the kitchen counter.
A lazy Jeonghan approached you and rested his chin on your shoulder; he enjoyed doing that and watching what you were doing, it was a perfect excuse to spend time with you while you’re doing the household chores. However, this time he didn’t seem very interested in just watching your cooking skills.
"Let’s go to the bed," he said lazily, "I’ll grab something on the way to work."
"Just strawberry milk isn’t breakfast," you chuckled softly, not paying much attention, "I’m almost done, I just need to fry..."
"No," he interrupted, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I want you to come right now."
"Do you need some cuddles?" you whispered in his ear. Jeonghan didn’t say anything, just placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder and rested the side of his face against yours, gently caressing your cheek against his.
The moments of silence and everyday life were something you both enjoyed; just being in each other’s company felt like something you never wanted to part from. Jeonghan slid his hands under your pajamas to gently caress your belly; you always told him you didn’t like it, but he didn’t care, your skin was too soft and warm to resist. It brought him so much peace to feel you close.
However, it wasn’t the proper opportunity to do so…
"Jeonghan," you murmured, he made an unintelligible sound, " can I at least clean all this mess?"
"No," he held you tighter, pressing his chest against your back, "I’ll drag you if you don’t come right now."
"At least let me wash my hands so I don’t smell like onions..."
"Alright."
You waited a few seconds for him to let go, but he still clung to your body; you even thought he might fall asleep right there. You sighed as if accepting defeat.
"You're not going to let go of me, are you?"
Jeonghan laughed and hid his face in the nook of your neck.
"No."
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Ateeeeee
Caught ; Mingyu and S.Coups



M/N and Mingyu like to sneak and go around to have fun together, but once they get caught by the leader.
Warnings : 14th member reader, oral (Mingyu and S.Coups receiving), Shower sex, getting caught having sex, threesome, Sub!reader, Dom!Mingyu, Dom!S.coups, Mingyu using names such as my love and slut, handjob, Scoups using the name nickname baby, MINORS DNI!
Genre : Smut
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M/N was walking towards the practice room. He was gonna go there alone because he needed to practice the new choreography for their comeback. M/N opened the door and when he did, he could have sworn that his jaw hit the floor. He saw Mingyu in the practice room too, wearing no shirt. He froze in place and almost dropped his phone that he was previously scrolling through. Mingyu acknowledged M/N's presence and smirked "Good evening. Didn't expect to see you here" Mingyu said, but M/N knew exactly that Mingyu knew about M/N coming here today.
"Don't play dumb, you came here because you knew I would." M/N said and tried not to glance at Mingyu's body that was glistening with sweat, perfectly sculpted and perfectly toned. Mingyu saw the blush on M/N's face and decided to tease him a bit further
"You catch up quite quickly, my love" Mingyu said with a devilish smirk. That nickname always stirred something inside him. He put down his stuff and smiled "Wanna practice together then?" M/n asked, trying to ignore the obvious bulge growing in Mingyu's pants. It's nothing new for M/N, Mingyu always gets hard just thinking of being alone with him. Mingyu smiled "I think you and I both know damn well we're not gonna be practicing here." Mingyu said in a matter of fact voice and M/N rolled his eyes.
Mingyu was correct and both of them knew it. That's why Mingyu was sitting on a chair next to the mirror, looking down at M/N who was sucking him off. Mingyu has always loved oral, especially receiving. He looked down at M/N with hooded eyes as his hand gripped the back of his head slowly, making him take more in his mouth. M/N responded with a small moan and continued to suck and lick. M/N has done this before to Mingyu, and Mingyu loves every second of every time they do it. M/N kept sucking him off until he felt Mingyu pull his head back and finish on his face.
M/N opened his mouth to taste as much as he could of it. Mingyu smirked at the outcome. He loved coming on M/N's face. It's a way to remind M/N who he belongs to. Mingyu smiled and leaned down to kiss M/N on his lips, tasting himself on it "You did amazing. As always" Mingyu praised and M/N stood up after "I need to go wash my face, and then actually practice" M/N said and Mingyu pouted "Fineee" He whined and M/N chuckled before heading to the bathroom.
It has been two days since the practice room event. M/N was laying on his bed, reading a book peacefully, when Dino entered his room "Hyung? Can you play a video game with me? Wonwoo was playing on his own and Seungkwan rejected me" Dino complained and M/N smiled, finding Dino's behavior adorable. "Sure, I'll play with you. But I have to shower first. I've been in bed all day and I smell awful" M/N admitted and Dino decided to joke about it "You always smell awful" Dino said jokingly and M/N scoffed "You little-" He cut himself off before he could say anything "I'll go set up a game in the living room, you can go take a shower. But be quick" Dino said and M/N stood up "yeah yeah. I won't take long" M/n said and took a pair of clean pants and a t-shirt and headed for the shower. He was about to close the door before a hand stopped it from closing. Mingyu slid into the washroom and then closed the door and locked it. "I'm gonna pretend I'm not offended" Mingyu said and M/N raised and eyebrow.
"About what exactly?" He asked and put down the clean clothes. "That you were going to shower. Without me!" Mingyu said over dramatically and M/n chuckled, finding it amusing "I need to be quick. I promised I'd play with Dino" M/N said and began to remove his jewelry "Why not play with me first?" Mingyu said, his voice dropping to a low and husky tone. "I need to be quick" M/N said and Mingyu wrapped his arms around his waist, squeezing lightly "Well aren't we usually pretty fast?" Mingyu asked and M/N blushed "i guess. But seriously, we need to be fast" M/N said and Mingyu smirked.
They both soon removed their clothes and got under the warm water. Mingyu didn't waste time beginning to touch M/N. He slid his big hands down M/N's back and onto his ass, giving it a slight squeeze. M/N blushed as he tried to wash his hair "You seriously need help. How can you be this horny all the time?" M/N questioned and Mingyu only smirked "I can't control myself around you. You're too irresistible." Mingyu said and flipped M/N over against the wall. M/N obeyed and he arched his back a bit, giving Mingyu access to enter him when he wanted. Mingyu ran his big hand along the curve of M/N's ass before going in between, inserting a finger inside him "A-Ah Mingyu.. we don't have a lot of time" M/N whispered and Mingyu inserted another of his long digits inside M/N's hole "I'll be as fast as possible, but I don't want to hurt you"
M/N nodded and tried to relax against Mingyu so it would be easier for him to enter. He took a deep breath and his hands balled into fists as he anticipated for what's to come. Mingyu then pulled his fingers out after a while of stretching him and adjusted his position so his dick was lined up with M/N's hole. Then he pushed the tip in, and slowly more, then more, using the water and his own precum as lube. M/N bit his bottom lip to not make too much sound, so the rest of the members wouldn't hear them. Mingyu took a firm grip of M/N's waist and began to move slowly in and out, making sure to not hurt him, but also making him feel pleasure. M/N let out a breathy moan, feeling the burning stretch as Mingyu's dick slid in and out of him.
M/N hummed, signaling Mingyu to go faster, and so he did. Mingyu quickened his pace, now moving at a rhythmic pace, hitting all the right spots that make M/N feel the most pleasure. After some time, there was a knock on the door. "Hyung? When are you coming? I've waited for a long time" Dino said from the other side of the door, and M/N's eyes widened as he realized that it has been a bit too long, and that Dino is not one to be patient. M/N cleared his throat and tried to get Mingyu to pause, but Mingyu showed no signs of stopping now. M/N breathed out shakily and tried not to moan as he tried to answer Dino "I just h-have to wash my... mhh~ hair" M/N said, muffling a moan in between his sentences. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath" Dino said, sounding a bit worried "Yes! I'm fine! I'm just a bit... tired... and i yawned... mh~" M/N said and covered his mouth as Mingyu quickened his pace. "Okay. I'll be waiting downstairs then. Don't take too long anymore" And with that, Dino's footsteps went further and further. M/N sighed out of relief and then moaned a bit louder as Mingyu hit a right spot again "You're a jerk" M/N said as he closed his eyes in ecstasy "You know you enjoyed that. The thrill of almost getting caught" Mingyu said and smirked.
A few weeks passed and during that time, one of the members started to get suspicious about M/N and Mingyu. S.Coups had noticed that the two disappear quite usually. He had his suspicions about what the two of them might be doing together every time they vanish, but he never really fully knew what. S.Coups is currently sitting in the living room when he hears a bed creaking sound from upstairs. He first didn't pay any mind to it, but when it kept on going on and on, he had to check it out. The only members home right now are him, Mingyu, M/N, Joshua, Hoshi, Woozi and Wonwoo. The rest are out doing their thing since they don't have anything on schedule right now. S.Coups slowly made his way up the stairs. He heard the bed creak from the end of the hallway, where Mingyu's and Woozi's room were.
He knew for a fact that the sound couldn't possibly come from Woozi's room, so he walked over to Mingyu's room and swung the door open. What he saw was exactly... well not exactly but quite close to what he anticipated. He saw M/N on all fours on the bed, being held in that position by Mingyu, who was thrusting into M/N, keeping a hand at the back of his neck to keep M/N steady. When Mingyu acknowledged S.Coups' presence, he stopped for a moment. "Hyung!" Mingyu exclaimed and M/N was pulled out of the land of pure bliss, straight back to earth. "huh?" M/N moaned and saw S.Coups at the door, leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face and a visible growing bulge in his pants "no, no. Go on. Don't let me interrupt" S.Coups said and Mingyu smirked "Uh-huh? Does the leader want to join, hmm?" Mingyu asked with a teasing smirk and S.Coups closed the door as he entered.
"I've thought about what you two were up to always. Seems like my suspicions were true." S.Coups said and sat down on the chair. Mingyu then looked back at M/N, who was a mess under him, and continued to thrust into him, now a bit slower. "Oh? have you thought about me and M/N having sex?" Mingyu asked and went a bit faster, making M/N whine and moaning under him "You make me sound like a creep. But i'm not gonna deny that" Scoups said and smiled as he pulled off his pants, releasing his hardened dick and beginning to jerk off to the scene in front of him. Mingyu continued to fuck into M/N, making him moan louder. "Cheol?" Mingyu said and Scoups hummed "You want to shut him up?" Mingyu asked and Scoups smirked, getting up from the chair and climbing onto the bed in front of M/N. "It depends. Is he good at being shut up?" Scoups asked and Mingyu smiled "The best."
With that, Scoups lifted M/N's chin and pushed the tip of his dick inside his mouth. M/N obeyed instantly, and began to suck. "You like that? Having both of your holes filled at the same time, our little slut." Mingyu said with a husky tone and Scoups began to thrust into M/N's mouth, matching Mingyu's rhythm. Scoups smirked and grabbed the back of M/N's head, making him take his dick fully in his mouth. M/N gagged, but soon adjusted to the feeling and took him fully. "He's so good at this" Scoups praised and Mingyu smiled "I've trained him well." Mingyu added and then pulled out. "Position switch." Mingyu said and Scoups pulled away too.
Mingyu flipped M/N over on his back and adjusted his position so that he could enter his hole again "i want to see your face, my little slut" Mingyu said and M/N moaned, looking into Mingyu's eyes. "How about this, you have to beg for Seungcheol to let you cum, okay? You are not allowed to cum before Cheol tells you to" Mingyu said and M/N was too fucked up to form a coherent sentence, or even a word. Mingyu was hitting all the perfect spots that made M/N's toes curl and back arch. Scoups smirked and took a hold of M/N's hand and guided it to jerk Scoups. M/N was a moaning and whimpering mess under Mingyu, and he looked up at Scoups "Mhh~ please.. l-let me cum~" M/N begged as he kept jerking Scoups. "Cheol-hyung~ let me cum please... i'm so- ah~ close" M/N moaned and his back arched again as Mingyu hit that same spot over and over again. "You're such a good boy." Scoups praised and he was getting closer to the edge too. Scoups glanced at Mingyu who was also close, then he pulled M/N's hand off of his dick and jerked himself off, and soon came all over M/N's face. He moaned and soon Mingyu released too. "cum for us, baby~" Scoups whispered and M/N arched his back as he came hard. Mingyu was panting heavily, and so was M/N. Scoups watched the two of them as he came down from his high as well. "you're so amazing, my love" Mingyu praised M/N, who was still trying to catch his breath after the intense moment. "I could do this again some time" Scoups admitted and Mingyu smiled "You're always welcome to join us" Mingyu said as he pulled out of M/N and laid next to him and Scoups nodded "Maybe you could fill me up next time" M/N suggested and Mingyu smiled "I love that idea." Scoups said and put on his pants and t-shirt. "until next time then" Scoups said and closed the door after leaving.
"Did you have fun?" Mingyu asked and M/N hummed with closed eyes "yeah... was fun..." He said and took a deep breath, feeling happy. he couldn't wait for next time, maybe he could be filled by both of the men. But that's a surprise for M/N to find out later.
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#needthat
cupcakes and kisses.


— mingyu x gn!reader
— fluff without plot and soooo self indulgent it's crazy
— contents : established relationship, kissing, sexual tension, kissing, suggestive content, kissing, baking, did I mention kissing
"Thank you for your purchase I hope you have a good night!" the cashier wishes while giving you your pack of rainbow sprinkles.
you smiled at her and walked out into the streets so that you could make yourself back home. the sun was just setting in, and people every where were rushing back. you were in no hurry though, your apartment was just down the block and your boyfriend was still busy whipping up some vanilla frosting.
thats why you came out in the first place, he was making cupcakes for movie night, but ran out of sprinkles for the funfetti frosting. and you, being his little minion helper, volunteered to get him some.
you were an amazing cook when it came to breakfast or brunch, but baking on the other hand, hah. baking was completely out of your expertise.
you once tried to make cookies, but they neither spread nor softened and came out as rocks. they were so inedible that even the ants wouldn't touch them. you remember getting rid of them by chucking them at your brother whenever he annoyed you.
when you finally reach your apartment, your boyfriend calls put your name, and you quickly change into your home slippers and run towards him.
"I'm here I'm here" you said, sprinting towards him with a large smile on your face. mingyu smiles back at you but doesn’t stop his mixer-blender-thing from working, "did you get the sprinkles?" he asked, his head tilting to the side in a very cute manner.
you raise the pack of sprinkles and wiggle it a little to show off your excitement. mingyu lifts one of his hands up, like a gate, and you immediately step inbetween them, successfully trapping yourself in his arms.
he turns the mixer-blender-thing off and plops his head on your shoulder, watching you tear off the packet with your teeth and pour a generous amount of sprinkles in the bowl.
mingyu had a habit. his friends would always tease him about it, but honestly he found it quite cute. It was not his fault he found everything you did so endearing that he just had to stare at you as if you were hanging the stars on the sky.
it was not his fault you were so pretty to look at, with your perfect lips and perfect eyes. or the way you looked the best when you were busy. it wasn't his fault.
you found that staring habit of his cute too. but that's probably because you did the exact same thing. but were you really to blame when everything mingyu did was absolutely perfect. especially when he baked, his concentration and attention to detail always made you proud. so it most definitely wasn't you fault either.
when you were done pouring out your sprinkles, you hummed contently and waited for him to start the blender again. but he doesn't move. you look up at him with a raised eyebrow, "something wrong, babe?" you asked, worry flashing in your eyes.
you expected him to come out of his trance, but he just shakes his head side to side, with the same look in his eyes. then he thinks for a moment before his lips moved into a tiny smile and he nods his head, "yes" he said, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.
mingyu let's go of the hand blender and grabs your waist to turn you around to face him. you give him a curious look and he just winks at you. then he turns you both around and picks you up on the kitchen island behind him.
he buries his head in your neck and trails sweet kisses all the way up to your ear. you wrap one hand around his waist and the other around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair, and you giggled whenever his kisses would tickle you.
this was normal, mingyu always kissed you every chance he got. but he always bothered to make up a stupid excuse before it, which is exactly what lead you to ask, "why so touchy, baby?"
"need to kiss my pretty baby" he said casually, as if he did this every day (he did). you laughed and let him place strategic kisses in all the right places. your forehead, the space between eyebrows, both your cheeks, and every single mole on your face.
when he finally reached your lips, you cup his cheeks. he leaned in to ever so slightly brush your lips, he releases a breath and pulls away kissing the corner of you mouth instead, you feel your heart grip itself.
he pulls away and smirks when he sees the shiver, he caused, go down your spine. "so needy for my kisses, yeah?" he asked, a smug grin taking over his smile.
you hadn't realised that the tension had caused your hands to slips down to his chest and hold his favorite jumper in a fist. you pulled him closer towards you, "need you to kiss me gyu, please" you begged.
mingyu could never deny you, and he knew that you knew that and used it against him very often, but he still chuckles at your tactics and leans in you press his lips against your in a big fat kiss.
you wrap your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer towards the edge of the counter so that you could feel him better. you wouldn't let his pulls away from you that easily again.
mingyu smiles into the kiss when he feel your clutch on his jumper. he loved teasing you, but he loved this more. the way your possessiveness would peek out and you would be less reluctant to let him go.
mingyu lays his hands flats against the counter so that he could kiss you better, and feel you closer. you hands were crossed around his neck.
his mouth moved in perfect sync with yours and you were sure you could die like this, with him kissing you absolutely senseless.
he pulls away from you for a second and look down at your eyes, you were both panting. he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and leans back in— DING.
both of your heads turn towards the little potato shaped timer kept above the oven. "aw the cupcakes are done" mingyu said sadly, his lips forming a small pout. you rolled you eyes and pushed his hands off you. you cupped his cheeks and turned his head to look at you. "so why are you pouting?" you asked, laughing softly at his cute little sad face.
"wanna kiss you a little longer" he said, speaking in pout while trying to tuck himself back in between your legs. you made sure to keep them shut.
you press a small kiss on his cheek, "we'll kiss later I promise. for now lets finish those cupcakes, yeah? " you said while jumping off the counter and walking towards the oven to take out the cupcakes. you make sure to grab mingyu's hand on the way so that he would follow you.
mingyu takes the opportunity hug you from behind and follow you like a dumb puppy. he breaths in your hair and smiles againt your neck, "I love the way you smell" he said.
you snorted, "that's not creepy at all."
"hey I'm not creepy I just liked the way the love of my life smells okay?" he pouts again, this time angrily.
you laughed again and turned around in his arms to face him. "thank you baby" you said sincerely, then got on your tippy toes to kiss him, "I love you too" you said.
mingyu felt the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. he was pretty sure the cupcakes would burn if he didn't turn off the oven soon, but who cares? he was kissing the smartest, the most beautiful person alive. for him, it really was you who hung the stars in the sky.
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I want anton so ao bad ☹️ someone help me
🏳️🌈 my ask is just about swimmers anton and sungchan im sorry like dom anton we geit it lifeguard best im swimming BUT lifeguard yn with dumb himbo bad at swimming sungchan AND HE SUBD OH WOWOWOE



UGH ilovethis!
So, I’m gonna do this between a lil paragraphs and some headcannons because this needs full descriptive justice. I also see public pool vibes.
Anton x Male reader x Sungchan
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So, before we get into details, Sungchan wants you first. He put his eyes on you and wanted you to do the filthiest things to him since day one, this man probably interviewed you as well.
Sungchan obv sends flirty actions and messages to you, I can see you guys “being friends” but ofc you're a silly man who can’t see how bad sungchan wants you and is so obsessed he needs validation from you almost all the time.
Sungchan walks up to you with smile “You think these shorts are, okay?” and he’s your friend and of course you say yes, although it made your cock twitch a little. Sungchan notices and makes sure to do almost anything and everything to fluster you. Later that day he comes back again “Were selling lemonade in the rest area, I made it too, you gonna try some?” he smiled holding you a glass.
He just got you some to watch your throat as you gulp it down
He’s nibbling on his bottom lip to see what you say
And of course, find it delicious but tasting him would be better. And that’s what happened.
Your breaktime consists of thirty minutes, enough time to have sungchan in the bathroom on his knees. Saliva drooling down his chin while he takes your cock as deep as he can, practically begging you to cum down his throat.
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Anton and Sungchan have to switch shifts one day, Sungchan is far from happy but what can he do?
Anton sees this as a score, wondering what Sungchan practically cums a fountain for when just looking at you.
With Anton being one of the best lifeguards on the job, he like to give you quizzes
Making sure he can trust that you can save someone even if it’s a public pool.
Where his money spot is, closing time. You two are cleaning the pool before locking up
His hands on your hips watching you skim the net in the pool to clean it ‘You know, cameras are turned off...” Somehow Anton managed to get through that thing but pretty mind of yours and he’s got you on the pool stairs, the water splashing slightly when he takes you, making you feel so good.
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The first time you three work together after that, sungchan is fuming
What in the fuck makes Anton better than him?
The two talk about how one’s better than the other till Anton goes “Why can’t we both have him?”
You are fond of that idea.
And yes, this soon becomes a regular thing outside of work. You decide if you want one or both and even though Anton’s a dom he’ll be right beside sungchan following you like a puppy.
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Since it's my birthday, something is sweet for once, lol. Me and cheol share the same birthday, and that fact makes me kind of happy. It's silly, but yes
[22:35 PM] — seungcheol .
req by anon, 435 words, no warnings, fluff, husband!cheol




For some people, they might say the highlight of their day is waking up to the sun every morning. Or going out for a walk at lunch, watching as people live their lives. Or when they come home at the end of the day, put their feet up, and turn on the television.
For you? Well, the highlight of your day is when you lie in bed at night with Seungcheol.
"Babe?"
Seungcheol hums, and the action makes his chest vibrate slightly next to your ear, and you smile. "Hm?"
"I think," you say slowly, "that we should get a hamster."
"A hamster?" Seungcheol repeats, his voice an amused rumble. He has a hand in your hair as you lay on his chest, fingers massaging your scalp. "Why do you want a hamster?"
"I dunno," you say, and the hand you have wrapped around his waist begins to mindlessly draw circles into his side. "They're just so cute and adorable. I want a hamster."
"You do?" he chuckles, his hand moving from your hair and down to your back, warm and comforting. The sheets rustle when his ring gets snagged on the decorative embroidery of the duvet covers, and you shuffle further up his chest to allow his hand to settle on the small of your back.
"Yeah. Hamsters are so small and sweet."
He takes your hand from around his waist, and lightly kisses the ring you have on your left hand, identical to his own. "We already have something small and sweet, love."
"We do?" you ask, and the room is dark but as you look up at him you can see him smiling softly.
"Yeah." He pauses, grins. "Kkuma."
You take your hand out of his and slap him on the chest. Seungcheol laughs, and rubs your back soothingly with one hand, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Okay, okay. I'm joking. It's you, obviously. We already have an adorable and beautiful you."
You smile, placated, as he takes your hand again and interlaces your fingers. "Hm. Okay. Maybe we don't need a hamster."
"Besides," Seungcheol says after a moment, "we could always ask Soonyoung to be our hamster if we really wanted one."
That makes you chuckle, and Seungcheol laughs too, the sound warm and fond. "You're right, you're right."
You snuggle into his chest further, listening to his heart beating, steady and firm. "I'm going to sleep now," you tell him.
He hums, softly, and kisses your hand one more time before letting your interlaced fingers rest on his stomach. "Okay."
"I love you."
Seungcheol smiles. "I love you too."

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#elio talks 🏯#elio's husband 🏯#seungcheol#svt seungcheol#seungcheol x reader#seventeen x gn reader#scoups x gn reader
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I want him ! This was such a sweet ending AHHHH
dribble my heart // n. riki



<masterlist!!
summary⚽︎ ‘i wish i were a girl’, you didn’t expect yourself to come terms with your feelings towards your best friend, until you stupidly decided to kiss him during spin the bottle and overthink everything about the two of you.
warnings⚽︎ cussing, internalized homophobia, being made fun of, kissing, alcohol consumption, reader being drunk
genre⚽︎ male! reader, jock!riki , soccer player!riki, ANGST, some fluff, gay gay gay gay gay
w.c⚽︎ approx 7k
a/n: i wasn’t planning on making a niki fic until later but then i heard this saying ‘i wish you were a girl,’ and i just thought how sad it would be to write a fic with someone about how the reader thought that about themselves when liking them as a male. just the saying is sad in general, but hopefully i made it up with niki being in love with yall🫵
reminder: it’s okay to be gay, don’t let it bother you if you think it’s wrong or not. you love who you love! and there’s nothing wrong with that, especially coming from me, who is queer and has a girlfriend. you’re amazing and you don’t need to hate yourself for something you can’t control or like, love is love and you can’t change that or your feelings. you always have someone to talk to no matter the situation, you’re never alone. cheesy, but be who you are for your pride. love you💜

“i wish i was a girl,” you had blurted out, drunk and upset over someone who didn’t even like you back, sobbing in your best friends arms.
you wanna know what makes you feel ten times as worse? HE was the one you were crying over.
you felt so stupid and you shouldn’t had said anything to him about your feelings, and you just couldn’t handle anymore. he asked how you were feeling, and that’s just how you felt.
because being in love with nishimura riki was tough, especially as a guy.
first of all, he’s a jock, a soccer player, to be exact. he is popular, cute, funny, incredibly good looking, a flirty best friend, and everything you’d want in a girl. expect, he’s a guy, and so are you.
you didn’t realize how badly your feelings were affecting you until that day, sobbing in the arms of your best friend as he was shook by your words, ‘i wish i was a girl’, because you’ve never spoken like that.
the whole situation was just so internalized to yourself to the point that he couldn’t help but to carry you to his car to take you home from the party, and a bad experience of spin the bottle, just to start sobbing as soon as he started comforting you in his house. he only took you home because you were drunk, he kissed you, and something was clearly wrong.
he had no idea you were having the thoughts and feelings until it all happened, and because he was the cause of it.
you didn’t mean to go to this party, hell, you didn’t even want to. but the way he invited you, smiling brightly, hoping you’d say yes to go to a halloween party with you. you’ve never gone to a high school party, because you didn’t want to, there was a reason to it.
everyone, i mean EVERYONE, knew you were gay way before you did. you thought people were just trying to make fun of you as a stupid joke, you never saw a problem being gay, until you realized you were gay.
not that being gay is a bad thing, it just wasn’t you, or so you thought.
you’ve always only ever thought about women, you’ve only ever liked women. hell, you were so in love with only ever women, being gay was never an idea.
until he kissed you, probably as a fucking joke, during a stupid halloween party, and only kissed you because spin the fucking bottle. you wouldn’t had gotten so upset if you weren’t so wasted, but everything is hitting you as you wake up. 

first of all, you wake up in his bed. he never lets anyone sleep in his bed, you’ve only ever slept in his living together.
second of all, he slept in the bed with you, he even changed your clothes and washed the fake blood off your face.
third of all, you were on fucking top of him, while his arms cradled your body like it was a pillow, and you were fucking drooling on his tee.
lastly, you wouldn’t had gotten so upset if it was him. if it wasn’t for his soft lips touching yours, one hand caressing your cheek and the other grabbing your waist, squeezing it once you kiss him back. it felt like it was just you and him, the music stopped playing, people were gone, all you could smell and feel was nishmura riki. he was kissing you like he’d been wanting to for so long, like he was desperate to kiss you.
and the way he immediately straightened up when the bottle on his turn slowly stopped on you, it was so noticeable and you couldn’t help but cave in too. it’s just a kiss between two totally straight best friends, kissing each other willingly while playing spin the fucking bottle.
and the kiss was just so good, you almost whined when he pulled away.
he had you wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t want to come to terms with your feelings for him.
it was all so new to you, and definitely to him. you both didn’t realize how you made each other feel until you started acting weird around him, and you started noticing him becoming a lot more affectionate to you. both of you guys doing things to each other you didn’t realize you were doing, and you both didn’t realize how the actions would make both of you so confused.
you’ve only ever known riki as your best friend, someone you grew up with and someone you learned to love, especially because you both were so different.
you hated sports, you grew up not being athletic at all so disliking sports made you feel better about yourself. but you loved watching riki play soccer.
he was so smooth, quickly turning his body around and pushing pass the defender, dribbling the ball consistently all around his left foot, and making the cleanest shots you’d ever seen.
soccer was the only interesting sport to you, and that’s your amazing best friend played it.
riki loved soccer, he grew up loving neymar. but he also loved the attention he would get from being so good at it, especially from you. he didn’t realize how much he liked it until talking to his friend, jake, about it.
‘ y/n probably only comes to see you play. you do realize that he hates sports, right? ’
those words just rung in riki’s head, making him wanting to do better. he had always felt scared to disappoint you, so the fact you only liked soccer just because of him made him want to do better. he wanted you to be proud, and he didn’t want to disappoint you.
but now, the more thought he put into it, the more he realized that he just wanted to impress you. he wanted something from you, but he didn’t realize he wanted you.
you slipped out of his arms, slowly peeling them away from your body, and went to his living room. you had to leave.
you knew it’s was wrong, but god who knows what you said after that, because you don’t even fucking remember.
your head was ringing and you felt like you were gonna explode. you needed to leave, you knew that seeing him was gonna be hard. your head snapped towards the creeping door behind you, quickly running without a thought to the door. you didn’t even have your shit, how can you leave without your phone?
so you hid, behind the counter to be exact, occasionally spinning slowly around it as he walked towards the fridge.
you didn’t see it in the bedroom, you didn’t even look in the bathroom, so when you saw him with his back turned and peeling a banana, you slowly ran to the bathroom to see.
to your luck, it was there, and so was your halloween costume, and your keys. you were so out of it that you forgot you had driving your car here. you needed to leave immediately before he realized you were still in the house and he would start searching for you.
“fuck,” you spit, running your hand through your hair was you creep in his room and into his closet, “this is all fucked, isn’t it?” you whispered to yourself, sinking down on the wall of the small area.
you stopped breathing as you hear footsteps coming towards the room, holding your breath as you hear the door crack open completely.
“y/n? are you still here?” he questioned walking in and searching the room. he sighed, and it sound disappointed. you were squeezing your eyes shut with your lids, your heart was racing. if he catches you, it’s gonna make things worse, because he’ll know you’re running away from him and the situation.
you didn’t realizing he had stepped in the room to the bathroom until you hear a click and a door shutting. you took your chances and rushed out of his closet and bedroom, running to see your shoes on the couch. you quickly grabbed them, not even wanting to risk getting caught or heard by riki, and dashed for the door.
you’ve never drove home so fast in your life, you swore you could of gotten pulled over if there was a cop in site.
you were pissed for the rest of the day, following the night time too. riki hasn’t texting you anything today. not his usual funny tiktok’s, or his random comments every thing. nothing.
just for you guys to go back to school, the day after, and sit next to eachother during lunch.
did that kiss mean anything to him?
“you’ve been off all day, y/n,” jake says, smiling with a ‘thank you’ after once the lunch lady hands him his burger, “is there something bothering you?” you scoff, glancing towards riki behind jake, his head tilted towards you in question also.
“yeah, you could say there’s something or someone bothering me,” you replied, glancing at your tray as you bite your lip.
usually, you and riki talk situations out immediately, but it’s been a whole two days and he hasn’t said a word to you. maybe he was nervous, maybe he was afraid to say something, but it was making you feel like shit. it’s like he was treating you like you did something wrong when you both made a mistake, but you didn’t want it to be a mistake.
but in all seriousness, riki didn’t know how he felt. he knew something was going on between you two, but he didn’t think much of it. so yeah, it shocked him, but it didn’t shock him as much as he thought it would. he loved the kiss, he really liked it and thinks that he has something for you. it was mainly just the fact that you blantly said that ‘you wished you were a girl’ once he asked if you were okay with being alone with him after the kiss.
riki knew it was about him possibly liking you and thinking the kiss was fine, because you for sure weren’t feminine at all and never mentioned anything like that before. but if you wanted him to like you, wouldn’t you want him to like you? not you as a girl?
so when you decided you needed to be away from him, reaching your limit of not talking to him, you left to go to the bathroom. you didn’t hear him follow you, nor expect him to stop you from closing the stall.
“riki, you can just come in here, i have to use the bathroom-” you stop talking as he pushes you against the stall, his arms over you head as he looks down at you, “riki-”
“why are you acting like i’m problem, do you not even remember what you told me that night?”
“riki- i don’t remember, it’s not that big of a deal-” you shut up once again, he leaned down more, his forehead practically touching yours.
“stop making me go crazy,” he spoke, sounding almost breathless, your heart felt like it was about to pound out of your chest, “why kiss me back- why agree to kiss me in the first place if, if you’re just not talk to me,” he starts to press his forehead harder against yours, his hands slided down and attached themselves to your hips, making you practically trapped underneath him, “i don’t wish you were a girl, i love the way you are and i love you-”
you couldn’t help yourself, his beautiful lips inches away from yours, his hand placement, if you didn’t kiss the boy right there and then you would of went crazy. he immediately pressed his soft lips against yours, sighing into the the kiss, you melting into his arms as you felt his grip get tighter around your hips.
your hands reached to cup his cheeks, kissing him deeper when he tilts his head. when you pull away, your gasping for air while liking up at the boy, who was also out of breath and look back at you.
“do you like me, nishamura riki?” you smirk, feeling confident and still out of breath from action.
“ ‘mhm, was going crazy when you weren’t speaking to me,” he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your torso making your breath caught in your throat.
“you were the one not texting me,”
“you were the one who snuck out of my house as soon as you woke up,” your eyes widened, was he up? you bit your lip, debating on what to say to respond to him. you couldn’t tell him you were embarrassed, he would definitely take it the wrong way, “i like you,” he admitted, his eyes start searching yours, he doesn’t want to think he’s getting the wrong idea from all this, who wouldn’t if it didn’t mean you liked him back.
“i really like you,” you respond finally, his lips started curving into a small smile, “and i think i didn’t like it at first,” you bite you lip, trying to find the right words, “not that i didn’t not like liking you, it was just so odd. i didn’t know the more i payed attention to you, the more i realized i liked you so much, and i think i’ve liked you for awhile i just didn’t come to terms with it,” you finish, staring at him for his response, but he just smiled.
“it’s new to me too, if that’s what’s your applying. but the more i think about it, the more i wouldn’t want anyone to be the first boy i’d fall for besides you,” you feel heat creeping up your neck, filling your cheeks. he laughs at your reaction, putting his head in your neck as you laugh too. it was true, it was new and so odd being this was with each other. you may have thought of moments like this happening, but now it just feels so right and so odd at the same time.
“did we technically just have our first kiss in the schools bathrooms?” you questionly joke, he throws his head back laughing, “hey! i’m serious, you’re too gone to even realize,”
riki’s head falls back down, he leans and presses his lips against your forehead and kissing it softly, before responding with his lips still pressed to your skin, “baby, you’re too gone to even realize that it’s way past the time lunch got done with,”
with that, you gasp pushing him away as you reach for your phone, him giggling as you look at the time on your screen then back up to his face.
“riki! we’re half way into our 4th period!” you smack his arm, smiling when he finally calms down, he continues to pull you in his chest and wraps his arms around you once again. you let yourself melt into his chest, his smell, his touch as he whispers in your ear.
“skip with me?”
suddenly, you didn’t care about school as much as you used to a couple seconds ago.

#elio talks 🏯#elio answers 🏯#niki x reader#enhypen niki#niki x y/n#niki x male reader#angst with a happy ending
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This was very much needed, thank you !
tame - nishimura riki
pairing >>> ni-ki x male reader
tags >>> college au, fluff, friends to lovers
warnings >>> swearing, substance usage, suggestive themes
wc >>> 3,073 words
author's note >>> ni-ki is just so freaking pretty i want to give him the biggest hug and never let go\(≧▽≦)/ also js remember this is ooc also if you guys ever to just talk about random enhypen stuff or virtually anything im always down to talk n stuff anyway i hope u guys enjoy this one!! it kinda spawned out of nowhere and also all over the place so idk lol bye!!
it wasn’t like you to fall for a boy so easily. at least, not in the way that occurred, especially for a guy like nishimura riki. it was cheesy, to say the least: you two have been acquaintances since middle school, quite literally knowing each other for 6 years now, even now attending the same university (completely unintentional, of course). you always just kinda knew him as that lovely kid that was the same height as you, even throughout high school. don't get it twisted, you weren't that tall, but regardless of the fact, he was the same height.
the first time you saw him the summer after high school was at your orientation. you were placed in the 12th group, and when you reached the meeting spot, you noticed riki immediately, much, much taller than before, giving you two a height difference that wasn't present before. the second thing you noticed was the drop of his voice, which you discerned from his "yo, y/n!" coupled with a slight wave.
"ni-ki? what-" and before you even finished your sentence, the orientation leader interrupted, telling the group as a whole that they were about to start as you happened to be the last person they were waiting for. your conversation had to be put on halt until 20 minutes later where she began a tour of the school.
while you began to follow the group to the first destination, ni-ki reconvenes with you after speaking to a couple of the other group members, nudging your shoulder with his own to get your attention. "y/n, i didn't know you committed here? i thought you were gonna go to ucla for sure," he questions you with a voice of slight familiarity.
"no yeah, i was, but i thought about it and i just wanted to go here." he hums in acknowledgment, giving a few seconds of downtime before you begin to speak again. "dude, when did you become so tall? and have that deep ass voice? weren't we like basically the same height a few months ago?"
a few other differences were left unspoken but assumed nonetheless. first off, his hair, which historically was left black and much shorter throughout highschool, but now was longer with an ombré effect going from a light grey to black at the ends. secondly, his style, which flipped 180 from sweatpants and a normal shirt to something straight out of k-dramas. and lastly, his piercings, double lobes with a helix on both. or maybe one? point is, he looked good. too good.
he laughs, knowing this must come as a shocker to you because last time you checked, he was completely anew. "well for one, i turned 18 and was basically allowed to do whatever i wanted with my body. for some reason i went through a second puberty," he signals your height difference by putting his hand out flat at the top of your head and then bringing it to his, just shrugging. "also, i got a modeling job that allowed me to buy random ass clothes. so... yeah!"
your mouth slightly ajar combined with your head tilt let him know you were still in fact lost, so he continued on. "well, you know that dance group i've been in since a few years ago right?" the nod coming from your stature allowed him to finish the thought, "so basically some of the guys in that group like... told? their manager about me and gave me a chance to attend one of their casting calls, and i made the cut."
the group stops in front of the library, allowing you guys to sit down at one of the slabs nearby, half listening to your tour guide, but more focused on conversing with one another because you two had already toured the school when filling out college applications.
"wait, congrats ni-ki, that's insane!" you turn to him, giving him a quick cheeky smile with two thumbs up, and he just chuckles at you, putting his face into his hands at the sight of your cuteness playfulness. "what, did i say something wrong?"
"n-no, it's just... nevermind..." he tsks at you, not wanting to reveal the fact that he found you cute for a second.
you two continued to chat about anything and everything, eventually learning more about the guy that you would've never known previously. for one, he hates the color pink, even though all of his friends tell him that the color suits him—even his model designer thinks pink is his most suitable color. you also learned that the group that he's apart of, enhypen, is actually pretty popular on tiktok and youtube: garnishing over 4 million subs on youtube and 2 million followers on tiktok. he's also been with his group for multiple years now, and you even met some of them at sports events and stuff, like sunoo and jay.
other things include the fact that he has an older and a younger sister, he loves to dance, he likes to play piano, and one time he met jung ho-yeon before she was on squid game and he was so confused on why they looked so familiar, he thought they were long lost siblings or something. then he found out that she's korean.
he still believes it though...
soon enough, you guys find yourselves at the end of the orientation, having made friends with others, but especially between you two. you asked him if he could hang out during summer, but he has plans to go to japan the rest of summer, so you just plan to hang out during your college.
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the one thing that you didn't talk about was your rooming situation, so imagine your surprise when you're in the middle of your move-in, and in the hallway, you see ni-ki, walking into the suite right across from yours. "no fucking way, nishimura riki." you yell to him due to his headphones over his head, and he turns over and immediately puts a grin onto his face.
"y/n l/n." he puts his box down and walks over to you, embracing your smaller body, allowing you to practically melt in his scent and hug. once he lets you go, he just gazes at you, still smiling. "how have you been?" he leans against the wall in his cool-guy-esque fashion, but after talking with him the entirety of orientation, you know that he's a lot more of a nerd and introvert than he lets on.
"it's been good! honestly dude, i missed you." you don't miss the fact that his cheeks slightly flush with color, losing the eye contact that was previously held. "how was fucking japan, you looked like you had so much fun on your story and shit!" while asking, you point toward his box, silently questioning if you could come in and help him with his stuff while you updated each other.
while speaking, he brought you to his room that was surprisingly extremely decorated: full of neutrals and darker tones with some pop of color, many boxes and clothes on the floor but already pretty put together.
"wow, you're already way farther in the move-in than i am—i feel like there's just so much fucking stuff," you explain, taking a seat on his bed. you bounce on it a couple of times, mouth wide open by how comfortable it is. "wait, ni-ki, how did you do this?"
"mattress topper." he replies, placing his last box down on the floor and beginning to re-arrange his clothes onto the outside hanger he had bought. "looks like we're gonna be neighbors, y/n," he said in his deep tone, always catching you off-guard, but somehow giving you a tinge of butterflies in your stomach.
"yeah!" you chirp, excited to explore the newfound friendship with ni-ki.
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after the first month of university, many people in both of your guys' social circles had created a conceived notion around ni-ki: that he was a nonchalant, cool guy.
you knew this wasn't him at all though.
but you understood why people had thought that of the guy. for one, he's 6 foot something (he doesn't tell you his exact height just to tease the fact that he's much taller than you). next, he dresses stylistically as if every day is his last waking day. lastly, he loves to observe, and not talk much, but every time he did, he always had something witty or something flirtatious to say.
that is until people saw how he was whenever he was with you.
the cool guy persona had completely shifted into something more friendly, more recognizable as a regular person. ni-ki explained his day rapid-fire, telling you basically everything that happened, showed you a specific dance that he and his members had learned, or maybe gave you a sneak peek of what he was gonna wear to some fashion show. he also would tell you about his interests, the things he did on the sight, the people he met. when his friends saw how different he acted around you, they confronted him first, then confronted you after.
"what did ni-ki say?" you ask, wondering why he acts so different around yourself than other people.
"he just said that's how your dynamic was." heeseung had shrugged. "even though we've been members together for like 5 years now, i've never seen ni-ki open up this much to someone. it's like you guys are like... dating or something."
the sentiment gets a cough out of you, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. "w-what?! of course not, we're just friends!" you deny frantically, waving your hands in front of him. "me and ni-ki are just friends."
just then, an arm wraps around your waist, a voice entering the conversation, "who's just friends?" ni-ki questions, smiling at you and heeseung.
of course, heeseung just looks at you, looks at the arm around your waist, then at ni-ki, and back to you. he raises his eyebrows and puckers his lips before walking away. ni-ki turns to you in confusion. "what's that all about?"
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as time went on, you and ni-ki had become exceptionally comfortable with one another, becoming each other's ride or dies. unfortunately for you though, it meant he had become increasingly flirtatious with you. you knew he was straight, he had explained his previous crushes to you and what he was looking for in a girl, but you on the other hand had fallen susceptible to his advances, convincing yourself that this is just what friends do.
on his birthday, he had brought you to smoke at the "top of the world," so he called it, which was literally just a trail that led you to the top of a scenic cliff. romantic, you thought, but you knew it was just out of you two becoming best friends.
"y/n-ie," he starts, the nickname sticking after calling you that one drunken night during halloween. "what do you think about teddy bears?"
you passed the joint back to him after taking a hit. "teddy bears? ni-ki, what the fuck are you on about??" the words come out a little too harsh for your liking, so you quickly follow-up, "sorry, i didn't mean it like that."
ni-ki gets up and turns to you. "that was kind of mean," he pouts, putting out his joint before putting back into the metallic holder he had thrifted. the taller had shifted slightly closer to you, wanting to lean his head on your shoulder. it was a little awkward due to the height difference, but the guy made it work, and it made you begin to sweat on your palms.
"sorry, ni-ki." even through the nervousness, you had half a mind to pretend like nothing's wrong, so you lean your head on top of his just barely. in case he questions it, then you could always play the ambiguity card: 'i didn't do anything, it was all you.'
"it's okay baby." he also started calling you that after thanksgiving, when he heard sunoo calling you it. he crossed his arms and wouldn't talk to you for the rest of the day until you came over to his room and asked you why sunoo called you baby and he couldn't, so after that it was a deal that he was allowed to.
you checked the time, which just hit 12 am. "oh, happy birthday ni-ki." you tell him, reaching from your tote bag for a smaller, paper bag within. you hand it to the guy, looking into his eyes for validation. "for you, it's not a bomb, i swear!"
he takes it from you and opens it, revealing two keychains that matched, alongside bracelets from his favorite brand. "y/n..." he trails off, not knowing what to say to you.
"i know, i know, the bracelets are expensive. but ni-ki, you're my best friend. i would do anything for you." you tell him, not wanting him to freak out.
the bracelets had been on his mind since the summer, you remembered from one of the random conversations that you had during orientation, and even though it was a long time ago, you knew he had been wanting them for months, but couldn't allocate the right funds to get it, especially because he was building his closet at the time.
"y/n... i... thank you." he finally stammers out, looking back at your eyes. even in the pale moonlight, you could discern the water in his eyes, but you knew that he hated when he cried, so you didn't say anything of it. "you remembered, huh?"
"uhh, duhh! of course i did," you joke, attempting to lighten the mood. you place your hand onto his shoulder to give him some comfort, but he takes that arm and uses it as leverage to push you onto your back, crawling on top of you. "w-woah, ni-ki?!" you yelp in surprise, not comprehending what just happened.
he just grins, placing his large hand on your face, rubbing your cheek softly. "y/n..."
little did he know though, this was your final straw. you couldn't take it anymore, the incessant flirting, the changes in his behavior around you, hell, even the constant sleepovers that he asked you all the time. so you did the only thing you could think of: run.
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of course it didn't really work though.
he was miles more athletic than you were, so he caught up to you within like 5 seconds which is honestly embarrassing on your behalf but you were too sad and a little turned on to even care.
"ni-ki, let go of me, i can't take this anymore!"
the taller just holds your arm, but the rest of his body was frantic, like he was afraid that if he let go he'd lose you for good. "w-what, y/n, what! you can't take what?!" he yells, not knowing what happened.
you twist your head around, looking at him like he grew a second head. "what do you mean, this! i can't take it, calling me nicknames and pet names, flirting with me constantly, sleeping over, acting different around me than your friends. friends don't do this, so you need to st-" and with that explanation, he gently grabs your head, leans down, flutters his eyes shut, and places his lips onto yours.
the scent you know and learned to love floods your senses, and with that brief moment of confusion, he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. and considering this is all you've wanted for the past months, you allow him to take your lips, kissing him back with the same softness.
after moments pass you by, eventually he lets go of you, wanting to look at your reaction. "y/n, i really like you. i kinda... always have. even since we were in middle school." your mouth opens to say something, but you let him speak. "you were always so... cool. and i just... i wanted to be something to impress you... if i'm being honest, i knew you were going here, to this college, sun told me, so i wanted a chance, a possibility, anything to impress you."
he lets go of you, reaches into his pocket to fish out the matching bracelets. "these are beautiful y/n. but, it would be more beautiful if i could put this on you, use this as a courting gift even, and show you that i really do like you, and i want to be yours."
he unclasps the bracelet, handing out in front of him. "will you let me?" you reach your arm out, allowing him to put it on you.
"yes, nishimura riki."
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with that, nothing really changed. except for the fact that you and ni-ki are now dating, of course.
people around you realized that the cool nonchalant guy was ni-ki from the dance group enhypen, giving him massive amounts of popularity quickly (you didn't even know popularity in college existed...)
however, it also came to light the fact that you were dating ni-ki, and you slowly began to be known as y/n: the ni-ki tamer, which was crazy in your opinion, but ni-ki loved the title, so you let it slide.
other than that, you started to become integrated with the rest of enhypen, the rest of the members seeing how ni-ki changes when he's with you, but they realized it was for the better as you all hung out, as they saw a side of him that didn't even know existed.
you loved enhypen, they took you in as their own and integrated you into their friend group, even giving you free dance lessons just so you could also join in some of their choreos.
"guys," you pant, exhausted from the lesson ni-ki was giving you. "why did you not tell me that ni-ki is considered the best dancer in this fucking group? and why did you let me take lessons from him?" you complain to the rest of enhypen, who are watching from the sides.
"you have to suffer like we have," jake shouts while jungwon cheers for you.
sunoo and jay also just laugh, the former explaining, "i swear, before you, ni-ki was a fucking nightmare if we didn't get the choreo correct."
"alright, enough talking, more dancing, y/n, one more time."
you love ni-ki. but damn sometimes you regret falling for him.
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nah, not really though.
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