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[lvlyynim]

smoothie mark is gonna be the death of me

[lvlyynim]

haechan is always so cute when he wears those thick-rimmed glasses that it kinda just makes me wanna ruin him. imagine him looking up at you with pleading eyes and those cute glasses tilted on his face while you ride him. it’d be even better if he’s all messy, tears falling freely and his brain all muddled because all he can think about is you and how badly he wants to cum.

i NEED to hear ur thoughts on this.. it’s been a wip in my drafts for like a week i’m going insane

THIS BUT WITH NERD!HAECHAN. i need to sit down and take a breath... everyone stand back.

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“my pretty boy, what’s wrong?”

you know what’s wrong, you’re teasing him. you’re on his lap, slowly riding him as he tries to hold back cries and whimpers. his head is tilted back, his neck practically begging to be kissed. you lean forward, pressing soft, wet kisses all over. he gives up on holding back his sounds, whining out to you as he grips tightly on your hips.

“please,” he lets out a choked whimper, “just wanna cum, wan’ you to let me cum.”

he tilts forward, trying to kiss you. you move out of the way, laughing at how he tries to chase your lips. your hand grips his face, cooing at how he looks up at you with his pretty eyes. he looks dazed, already so fucked-out with just you on top of him. you haven’t even given him what he really wants, just grinding down your hips as he twitches inside of you.

“mm, it feels nice like this, though. you feel so good inside of me.”

he nods, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him. he can’t beg, taking what you give him without complaining. he never thought this would happen, never thought you’d fuck him like this. all the nights he’s spent fisting his cock to the thought of you can’t compare to this, even if you’re practically ignoring him. he lets out a shaky breath, his blunt nails digging into the skin of your hips.

“won’t you tell me how bad you want this, my pretty baby?”

he fights off a moan, biting the inside of his cheek before he speaks, “want this so bad, thought of you so much and i just- just wanna cum.”

“aw,” you pout, “all you wanna do is cum? thought you wanted to hang out with me, too.”

he quickly shakes his head, sitting up a bit more straight, “n-no! i do! i like you so much, i want to be with you, want you to fuck me!”

a wry smile appears on your face, “that’s all i needed to hear, baby.”

you almost pull off of him before slamming your hips down. he lets out a loud cry, his hips chasing yours as he tries desperately not to cum so fast. he can’t let this end, can’t let the sight of you on top of him go. you look down at him with hooded eyes, your gaze and how good you feel against him making his face go hot.

his glasses become foggy, the sight of your teasing smile getting lost behind the fog. he whines out in embarrassment, the back of his hand reaching up to messily wipe away at the fog. he shoves his glasses a little too hard, too focused on how your warm walls suck him in deeply.

you laugh out at his crooked glasses, cooing as you fix them, “aren’t you too excited, so excited to where you're drooling and being all clumsy for me?”

he nods, not trusting his shaky voice. it fails though, feeling your thumb press against his mouth, swiping at the drool that’s slipped out. he wasn’t even aware he was drooling, your body pressed against him being almost too much for him to handle. he can feel your nipples against his chest, his back arching to meet press harder against your chest.

your thumb traces his bottom lip, “suck.”

he listens, two of your fingers sliding into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around them. you’re all over him, he wants to stay like this forever. he might just be a little too obsessed with you like this, taking all that you want from him as he sits there, allowing you to do whatever.

your fingers slide out of his mouth, opting to trail under his shirt, moving to his chest. he lets out a loud whimper as he feels your wet fingers toy with his nipples. he can’t help how his hips stutter against you, the stimulation becoming too much. he can feel how tears begin to build in his eyes, pleasure consuming him.

“doesn’t this feel so nice?” you realize he’s not listening to you, watching him moan freely as his hands grip your thighs. you slow down your pace, grinding down on his cock as you try to ignore how his tip hits your sweet spot. you pinch his nipple, his chest arching into yours as he almost cums on the spot.

“pay attention to me,” you whine, “or else i’ll make myself cum on your cock and leave you here all by yourself.”

he lets out a shaky breath, “s-sorry. it just feels too good, you fuck me so good.” his eyes look up at you, losing focus as he sees the grin on your face. he has to tell himself to pay attention, tries to refocus as your hips begin to bounce against him again. the sound of skin against skin, the harsh sting of your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch. he loves it all.

he realizes he’s crying when you press kisses against his cheeks, tongue swiping out to lick them up. you can feel his warm breath fan across your face, whispers of your name filling the little space between the both of you. when you lean back, his eyes bore into yours, “can i please cum? wanna fill you up…”

you smile, hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. you clean his glasses for him, wiping them against his shirt before placing them back on his nose. he thanks you, hips pushing inside of you, trying to remind you what he really wants. you move his hands back to your hips, feeling how he grips at the flesh, taking you all in.

“i’ll give my baby whatever he wants.”

you hear him whisper out a small thank you as you move faster, feeling how restless he’s become. he doesn’t care about how loud he’s being, doesn’t care about how much he might seem like a desperate loser right now. none of it matters when you’re here right now, your eyes watching his face, drinking up all his sounds.

when he realizes he’s close to cumming, he moves his hands up to your waist and pulls you close to him. his eyes look into yours before deeply kissing you. it’s messy, tongues moving against each other as drool slides down your chin. you can feel how hot his face is, imagining how his glasses are probably fogged up again.

you don’t care, feeling his hands reach for whatever he can grab as his hips rut into yours as he cums inside of you. spurts of cum shoot into you, his cock twitching with every movement you make. he’s moaning into your mouth, trying to fight off the overstimulation as you cum around his cock, fueled by his pretty moans and face.

he tries to push at your hips, but they move on their own as you ride him. his spent cock twitches inside of you, the pain bleeds into pleasure as you fuck yourself onto him. he can feel you slow down, pulling out of him. he realizes that it’s all over, suddenly wanting you close again. he moans out, “dont’t want this to end, want you here, wan’ you to use me whenever. please, please don’t go.”

“why can’t we go for a round two?” you grin.

[lvlyynim]

based loosely on this.

haechan could feel you staring daggers at him from his bed. it is his fault for making empty promises within the past hour yet there he sat on his gaming chair, yelling to his mic, fingers clicking against the keyboard with agility.

you’ve been asking him to bed but was ultimately met with “just 5 more minutes baby, okay?” it’s been a really rough day for you and all you wanted was cuddles with your boyfriend but he obviously has other plans.

you sighed to yourself, switched off your phone and pulled the covers above your head. you were frankly too drained to start an argument. the sudden movement from his bed caught haechan’s attention and he turned to see your blanketed figure.

guilt pooled in his stomach and he logged off without a word. jeno’s gonna cuss him out tomorrow morning but whatever. you could feel the bed dipped from behind before feeling haechan’s arms around your middle. “i know you’re not sleeping, your shoulders are tense.” curse him for knowing you too well. you relaxed your shoulders and pretended to sleep.

haechan pulled you closer to his chest when you ignored him, whispering a soft apology. “i’m just gonna keep apologizing until you finally look at me” and that he did. he kept saying sorry until you finally caved in and turned to face him.

even in the dimly lit room, haechan’s smile was blinding when you turned to him. he planted a kiss on your temple and one more, and another and another until you were a giggling mess.

“i’m sorry.” one more kiss to the cheek.

“shut up.” you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. haechan immediately reciprocated, his hands snaked down your waist as yours gently held his face. it started soft and slow, a few shared smiles between kisses. haechan’s thumb drawing shapes on your exposed skin, feeling your lips move against his before they move down his jaw.

he hummed when you moved yourself above him, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck, your hands exploring the expanse skin underneath his shirt. he knows exactly where this is going.

“baby, let me make up to you.”

with that, he instantly flips you to your back, trapping you between his arms. you let out a whine when haechan licked a stripe of your neck before attaching his lips to your neck. your hands tangled his strands, occasionally pulling them when he sucked a little too hard.

but with every tug, haechan’s desire grew. he loved how your breathing grew ragged with every hickey he left. you didn’t even realised your bra was off until the cool air hits you, gasping as haechan’s warm mouth envelops your left boob. he relished in your moans when his teeth tugged your nipples while his free hand massages the other.

his hands slithered down to take off your pants, throwing them to the floor alongside your panties. you let out a whine of his name as haechan’s lips make their way between your thighs. ghosting his lips just where you need to him, hands massaging the back of your thighs.

you desperately need him and haechan being the little fuck that he is, wanted to be tease you a bit more.

“fuck baby, if only you could see yourself right now”

he dipped his tongue into you, taking a large lick just to get a taste. the pornographic moan you let out making haechan smirked. he dives in again, pushing your hips down his face so he can grind your pussy against his tongue.

“my baby taste so fucking sweet, god—”

haechan ate you out like a famished man, as if you were the last meal on earth. strings of curses and his name filled the quiet room as haechan practically made out with your cunt. his eyes stayed focus on you, watching your chest heaved and fucked out expression.

you didn’t care how loud you were neither does the male beneath you. fingers harshly pulling his hair, making him moan. he sucked on your clit, drawing tiny circles with his tongue on the sensitive bud and you swore you saw stars.

“h-hyuck! fuck—ah!”

haechan continued sucking you off even as your orgasm came crashing down without a warning, even as you begged him to stop cause it was too much. tears brimming the corner of your eye from the overstimulation but fuck it felt so good.

haechan lapped you hungrily as you squirted all over his face. pushing his head away so you could breathe, haechan just snickered. hair disheveled, face covered in your essence and a wild look in his eyes.

“next time you’re sitting on my face.”

[lvlyynim]

I have some VERY inappropriate things to say about this teasers but anyways, can we talk about how Donghyuck is literally the hottest man alive and he slays every single concept of every damn single album?

[lvlyynim]

been on a miguel o'hara brainrot ever since i saw him 3 weeks ago

[lvlyynim]

writers block unblocked ❓⁉️

[lvlyynim]

give you what you want

giver! yangyang x spoiled! reader

soft dom! yangyang, oral fixation, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, needy reader & yangyang (ofc), bratty reader, possessive yangyang

→ 18+ content minors do not interact

“more! wan’ more!”

you gripped onto his hair as he pulled you down lower on his face feeling his mouth latch onto your cunt with his tongue flicking over your clit repeatedly, giving your ass such harsh slaps and making you whine loudly with your body shaking he couldn't help but admire. you were grinding down on his tongue reaching for your third orgasm already dismissing the overstimulation that filled your hypersensitive nub proceeding to have your way with his tongue— and the male below you let you use him for your liking.

you were spoiled by yangyang, so fucking spoiled. he could go on for hours with you using him like this, watching you enjoy yourself on him was all that he needed.

he gave you everything and anything, he made you want him so bad desperately getting whatever you wanted from him as he sat back watching you crumble all over him, knowing he was so good at what he does to please you he grew cocky from it-you relied on yangyang to make you cum whenever and wherever as many times as you wanted, he'd happily give in granting all your wishes. he liked it this way he wanted to be wanted by you and only you- he worshiped you only aiming to please you in any way he possibly could. yangyang does so much for you, he just wants to be your only one.

he's a giver, a huge giver when it came to you and it was only in his nature- nothing made him happier than seeing you happy especially when he is the one who gave that to you, the one who made you feel at your best.

"come on baby, cum for me.."

his voice was muffled, vibrating against you feeling the warmth of his breath radiating on your cunt as he attached his lips around your engorged bud sucking onto it and letting his tongue lick you head on resulting you to shake uncontrollably with squeals and blabber falling past your lips, his tongue never coming to a halt flicking over you repeatedly sending those delicious shockwaves through your body that you couldn't control. your chest heaving as he gripped tightly on your thighs that were placed beside his head keeping you down on him, slapping them occasionally before squeezing onto them.

"w-wanna cum yangyang! make me cum!"

you panted feeling him smirk against you as he eyed you from under, loving the view that only he was able to see from you.

so cum worthy he could feel his dick aching in his sweats but he refused to be distracted by his needs; you came first no matter how long it took it was his rule and what he believed in regardless. he proceeded to attack your clit with breathless moans of profanities coming from you, gripping onto your boob with your free hand as you threw your head back in such satisfaction of your boyfriend pleasing you so perfectly.

"please please just like that-" feverishly, feeling your thighs tremble around his head with his hands gliding up the sides of your shimmering body slowly as he focused on your face that contorted into a blissful and pleasurable expression, you looked so fucking sexy like this. he reached for your hand that groped over your boob, interlocking them together as you began rocking your hips over him.

his nose brushing against your clit repeatedly making you clench around nothing, shivering with squeals of his name coming from you. moaning towards the ceiling with your head thrown back increasing your pace as he rested his tongue against you to ride making such a mess on him.

"m’cumming!"

you groaned feeling yourself erupt against his wet muscle, clenching and unclenching repeatedly as your hips twitched with loud moans and whines filling in for the decreasing noise of the bed squeaking slightly. you rode out your climax completely fucked out and too sensitive to have another you removed yourself from around his head to lay down next to the male whose face glistened with your aftermath of intense orgasms back to back.. he loved being such a mess because of you.

"aw, baby you're done already?"

"t-tired.."

you were dazed and too worn out to even think of another orgasm. your light panting and eyes fighting to stay open you stared up at the ceiling letting the cool air cool you down blowing directly on the sweat laying against your hairline. you felt so good and completely on cloud9 you were sure you were gonna get a good night's rest tonight, but since you had your turn.. it's only fair for yangyang to have a turn right?

"i'll take care of you, baby.. let me take care of you.."

he whispered gripping your jaw to place a sloppy wet kiss on your lips that you immediately accepted, tasting yourself on him as his tongue swirled around yours with your hand tangled in his disheveled hair to bring him closer to you. he positioned himself between your legs feeling your body pressed up against his he reached for your thigh, hooking it around his waist as he began grinding down his clothed cock over your sensitive cunt that continued to leak for him.

"i'll do all the work, you just lay there and look pretty okay?" he smirked as you nodded tiredly with a smile creeping up on your flustered face. you closed your eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before rising from your embrace to undo his sweats, and with the lack of underwear, he didn't have to undress himself any further.

he spread your legs for him making you look up at the male who was once under you, stroking his cock as he bit his lip checking you out slowly taking in your beauty as your eyes glistened at him swearing he saw sparkles at the locked eye contact you both shared.

he bit his lip as he aligned himself with your hole by core memory with his eyes refusing to leave yours, rubbing his leaking tip along your wetness sharing and mixing your essence making you whimper softly at the sensitivity your cunt was filled with. "shh, baby i got you.." you nodded sheepishly as he pushed himself into your hole sucking him inside he couldn't help but moan at the warmth of you, being sucked deeper and deeper into you he watched himself disappear with the squelching sound of your pussy eating him up.

"mm always feel so good.." he grunted pushing the rest of himself in until he bottomed out, feeling your hole flutter around him letting little noises escape you as he leaned down kissing your jaw whilst rolling his hips and feeling his dick move deeper into you. you moaned feeling his tongue run along your neck up to your ear, running over the many piercings you couldn't help but shudder. "fuck me already"

you whined out feeling him chuckle into your neck, pulling away to push one of your thighs up against your body before thrusting into you. you gripped onto the sheets feeling him thrust in and out of you picking up the pace little by little, moaning out at how good he made you feel.

"anything for you lovely"

he threw your leg over his shoulder gripping onto your hips to meet his thrust leaving you a breathless mess, tiddies bouncing at every harsh movement with incoherent blabbering coming from you. he reached to rub your clit feeling your body fall into that same bottomless pit of pleasure, clenching onto him keeping him locked inside to use him till you came, he couldn't help but whimper fucking into you at an animalistic pace.

"pussy all fucking mine"

he was on edge already feeling his orgasm creep up on him, after the long wait of dying to be inside of you he couldn't help it that he was so close to cumming already, with no thoughts in mind.

"please, please! wanna cum!" you whined feeling his thumb rub around your clit faster with his thrusts keeping an unbelievable pace driving you completely crazy. drilling his dick into you, rearranging your guts making you cry out as you felt yourself come undone on his cock, crying and panting heavily as he knocked the air out of your lungs.

"fuck yeah baby" he panted keeping his harsh grip on your thighs now chasing his high.

"gonna give all of me to you, gonna fill you up so g-good-" with a few harsh thrusts, he felt himself cumming deep into you, slamming his hips slowly into you letting out a long dragged out 'fuck' with his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his brows furrowed, and mouth parted.. he felt so fucking good because of you. all because of you.

"f-full.."

you whined out feeling yourself grow weaker and weaker, with no use in fighting sleep as he sighed in pure relaxation pulling out slowly keeping his eyes glued to your abused cunt- this was his favorite part, the part where he got to watch his nut slip out of you. gushing out only to slip down onto the mattress, your hole clenching trying to keep him inside he couldn't help but moan at how delicious your pretty pussy looked right now-a drooling sight to say the least.

“my pretty baby."

⭐︎

[lvlyynim]

heheheheheheheheheh

[lvlyynim]

how do you think haechan would react when he sees you naked for the first time?

there's two distinctions i'm gonna make 1) if it's on accident and 2) if it's on purpose.

accident; if you're oblivious, haechan won't hesitate to check you out - his eyes raking up and down your exposed figure until he feels himself growing half hard in his sweats. but if you catch him looking, he makes a show of it. stumbling back into the wall of your bedroom, slapping a hand over his eyes and screaming like a banshee. you, however, see the tightening fabric of his sweatpants and call him out on it. all he does is point to his crotch and go "this? a boner? nahhhh, this is my gun." and move his hips whilst saying pew pew pew.

on purpose; whistles

[lvlyynim]

addicted to you. (l.dh)

PAIRING: haechan x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1k

SYNOPSIS: haechan is addicted to tasting you and fucking you.

CONTENT WARNINGS: explicit content, pwp mainly, oral (f receiving), dom!haechan, mean-ish!haechan, unprotected sex, light choking (haechan rests his hand on your neck), slight pussy slapping, dirty talk,

“That’s it…” Haechan moans in between your legs, fingers digging into the flesh on your thighs that rest upon his shoulders as his tongue wiggles between your folds, slurping hungrily at your pussy that drips with cum. “Pretty thing, cum for me again. Good girl”

You’re shaking, wailing as you cum for the third time on his tongue, your hand locked on the back of his head with your fingers threading through his dark, thick hair. He laughs against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to arch your back and pull at his hair to try and tug him away but it’s no use when he’s got you caged.

The room spins and you pant heavily, blinking to regain your vision as he mouths at your pussy again, tongue flicking miniature circles around your clit and you’re mindlessly pleading for him to stop, to let you breathe and catch a break.

“You want me to stop? Hm?” He questions you teasingly, pushing himself up to rest on his knees and your legs flop motionlessly on the bed from his shoulders. Haechan crawls above you, trailing kisses from your navel to your cheeks, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling down which causes you to whine. “I haven’t even fucked you yet… can’t I fuck your pretty little pussy, baby? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Please”

“What are you pleading me for?” Haechan murmurs as he gently taps your cheek with his hand before caressing your face so lovingly that it has your heart fluttering in your chest. You don’t really know what you’re pleading him for, all you know is that right now you want him. “Want me to fuck you that bad? I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Just—” You swallow thickly, licking at your lips. “Sensitive… s’too much”

“I’m sorry” Haechan gives you a patronising pout. “You know how much I want you. I can’t help myself when it comes to your pussy, baby… All for me, yeah? All of it?” You nod but you’re stopped when you feel the slight pressure in your cheeks from where Haechan squeezes. “Say it. Use your words”

“All for you”

“All for me” He repeats with a hum, one hand holding himself up beside your head with the other slips between your bodies to fist his cock, pushing his tip between your folds to gather the saliva and your cum left behind. “God baby I’m so addicted to you… you have no idea. Can’t get enough of you—your body, your taste, your pussy. You drive me crazy”

“I do?” Haechan meets your eyes with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine, nudging his head against your entrance teasingly as he tilts his head to the side, lips brushing over yours, “Absolutely insane, baby”

You gasp once Haechan fills you up completely, legs tightening around his hips and whining at how sensitive you feel, pussy contracting around Haechan’s cock that stretches you out perfectly, leaving your thighs and cunt aching. 

His hand slides up from between your bodies to rest around your neck, squeezing gently as his lips mould with your own, leaving you breathless when his hips begin to thrust at a pace that has your mind whirling, feeling dizzy. 

The headboard rocks against the wall with each frantic thrust and you’re worried if the neighbours will hear and complain (although you really didn’t care a few minutes ago when Haechan had his head shoved between your legs). 

You reach your hand up to stop the headboard from hitting the wall but the second your fingertips make contact with the cold wallpaper, Haechan’s other hand curls around your wrist to drag it down, pressing it to the bedsheets with a tut as he pulls away from your lips.

“Someone might hear” You warn him, unable to draw your eyes away from his, the dark expression and swollen lips enough to make you whine softly. “They’ll hear, Haechan”

“Let them” He tells you, grunting as he shifts above you, dropping his head to mouth at your shoulder. “Let them hear how fucking addicted I am to you and how much you love my cock. I hope they can hear how wet you sound too… how your pretty pussy is sucking me in so sweetly—”

“You’re insane”

“I know” He hums, smirking against your skin as his fingers squeeze around your neck once more, fingers pressing gently against the pressure points that cause your breath to hitch at the back of your throat. “It’s your fault”

“My fault?”

“Mhm” Haechan nods as he pushes himself up to rest on his knees, releasing his hand around your neck to drag down your body, ghosting over your nipples and trailing down your stomach before resting above your pussy. 

You cry out in pleasure and in shock when he retracts his hand to slap it back down on your clit, electricity buzzing up your spine as your legs close around his figure but he laughs, using his thumb to rub small circular motions over your sensitive clit as he slowly fucks into you, cursing to himself as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy.

“Pussy so perfect” Haechan coos softly. “Can’t wait to fill you up… you’d like that? Yeah? Filling your cunt up with my cum. Do you want it?”

“I want it” You nod frantically. “I want it so bad”

“I know you do” He smiles down at you. “So fucking desperate for my cum to make a mess of your pussy, to fill you up so full… Can’t wait to have a taste, baby. Can’t wait to devour you all night”

Your eyes widen slightly but struggle to stay open due to Haechan’s thrusts, “All night?”

“Of course” Haechan loops his arms around your thighs this time, dragging you down the bed and flushed against him, resting your legs over his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to your knee. You gasp at the sudden movement, his cock buried deep inside of your pussy and your back arches, fingers gripping the bed sheets beneath you. “How else am I supposed to prove how fucking addicted I am to you?”

 ©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

[lvlyynim]

treacherous (finale !)

...a spin-off to crush culture ! synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does. pairing : liu yangyang x gn!reader genre/s : university au, student council + band au, fluff, angst, humor

act three, part fifteen : i choose you

previous  ➤  act three, part fourteen treacherous  ➤  masterlist 

song rec : i choose you by adam melchor

a/n. apologies it's a long one, but it is the finale sooooo

from reese, with so much love <3

oh wow... what a journey this has been. i can't believe this was supposed to be a short little spinoff to crush culture, at the time i did not expect it to grow into something this huge. it has been such a pleasure to write gy and yy's growth, both as individuals and with regard to their relationship. it's going to be tough to no longer write for them, i'm going to miss them a lot. not just gy3 but the band and the council too, and the little moments of relief that they provide.

thank you for joining me on this rollercoaster ride. i would love to know what you think, especially now that this series has ended. it's almost 10 pm here and i'm still battling a little cold, but i was too excited to wait until tomorrow to post hehe. hope you're all doing well and taking care <3 until the next one, my dear readers.

[lvlyynim]

treacherous : act three, part thirteen

…a spin-off to crush culture ! synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does. pairing : liu yangyang x gn!reader genre/s : university au, student council + band au, fluff, angst, humor

act three, part thirteen : sparks wc : 1.5k song rec : sparks by coldplay

previous  ➤  act two, part twelve next  ➤  act three, part fourteen treacherous  ➤  masterlist 

yangyang wades through the crowded room with only one goal in mind : finding you.

the air is thick with idle chatter and the low hum of an instrumental of a dreamvision song playing over the speaker. the press conference had ended just about ten minutes ago, and all he could think of was the fact that you were going on tour. 

the first thing he felt was pride. you had come a long way from playing events at your university. he loved seeing you perform on stage, doing what you do best, with a smile on your face and light in your eye. he loves watching you, but not nearly as much as he loves you.

precisely why the second emotion, and the one that’s currently filling his veins in panic, is fear. yangyang knows what he feels. it’s the one thing he’s always been sure of. he knows how he felt in the weeks the two of you worked on a random project in your final year of university. he knows how he felt when he cut off contact with you, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. he knows how he felt when you walked back into his life a year after.

but you’re about to leave. you had told him how you felt before he cut you off. now he wonders if he could finally speak his mind and heart, and if you still had space for him in yours.  

“hello everyone.”

dejun’s voice cuts off his train of thought, his attention now towards a makeshift stage. it had been used for the press conference earlier, and he had been so focused in finding you that he didn’t even notice that instruments were being set up.

yangyang notices you scanning the crowd, looking for someone.

and when your gaze meets his, he knows that you found what you’ve been looking for. because he did too. 

he raises a hand to let you know that he sees you.

you nod back with a small smile, letting you know that you see him before you turn your head towards dejun.

“we hope you’re enjoying the night so far, we just wanted to perform a couple of song off our new album. out later at midnight.”

yangyang watches you play the bass for four songs. he notices when you close your eyes, completely lost in the feeling of the songs - a couple upbeat and freeing, a couple angry and cathartic. he notices when you turned your body towards your bandmates, mouthing the words dejun and mark were singing. you were electric, you belonged on stage. 

if anyone’s eyes were on him instead of the band, the would have noticed the stars in his eyes.

“this will be our last song for tonight. you can hear the rest when the album drops.”

yangyang hears you speak into the mic, the first time since you started performing. you end with a little laugh, looking down at your instrument before looking up to meet his eyes; like you knew exactly where he would be in the crowd.

because you did. 

you let out an exhale as one of the stagehands gives dejun his acoustic. he nods at you before strumming the beginning chords.

“i hope you like this one.” you speak before playing your part, your voice shakes at the word you. for a second you remember the softness in yangyang’s gaze, you know you aren’t referring to the crowd. you take a breath, and you begin to sing,  

‘ did i drive you away ? ’

you catch a glimpse of the time you two studied at ncit, at all the times you blatantly ignored his attempts of becoming your friend. you remember pushing him away, up until he brought food and medicine to your apartment when you had a headache. 

and you remember the time he was the one who pushed you away, but you couldn’t blame him either. you, more than anyone, knew what it meant to be with someone in the public eye. 

‘ i’ll always look out for you ’

dejun’s voice joins yours and you can’t help but remember the day he walked in your shared apartment, asking if you knew that yangyang was now working in a magazine. you subtly shake your head as the flashback goes on for farther, to the time you distanced yourself from him because of all the hate he was getting.

‘ my heart is yours, it’s you that i hold onto ’

you close your eyes, sing the words as sincerely as you can, hoping the words get through to the only person who’s meant to hear them.

he does, and yangyang feels his chest clench at the weight of his own emotions.

‘ yeah, i saw sparks ’

the moments flash by your eyes in one giant supercut : from the moment he stepped into the classroom with a hoodie that matched yours to the moment he shook your hand when the interview ended, the way his hand held yours a little tighter, for a few seconds longer.

the song ends and both of you are breathless, looking at no one else but the other. you knew there are cameras around, but you couldn’t care less about them.

you get off stage and immediately make a bee-line for him, politely declining conversations from reporters and other celebrities alike. your eyes search far and wide for his familiar face, your steps growing faster and heavier with each passing second. you don’t even notice that you were practically running into someone, causing you to stumble back.

“hey, i got you.” yangyang steadies you with his hands on your shoulders, and he doesn’t let go even as you’re now standing perfectly still.

you’re breathless, looking into his eyes. “i was looking for you.”

“i’m here.” he chuckles. “you can stop looking.”

“i know. it’s crowded here, don’t you think?” you shrug off his hands from your shoulders and walk past him, hoping that he follows you.

very subtle, he thinks to himself and shakes his head with a smile, but he follows you anyways.

you lead him to the company building’s rooftop. no cameras, no press, no label staff. just you and him, and the bright stars shining down to watch the two of you. instinctively you wrap your arms around yourself. the air is harsh and cold, and the nearly sheer dark-blue shirt your stylists gave you wasn’t doing you any favors.

you feel something draped around your shoulders, and almost immediately the comforting scent of yangyang’s perfume engulfs you. 

he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his slacks, standing beside you. ��your presence is warmth enough.”

you roll your eyes and nudge his side with your own, before you could open your mouth to speak, he turns to you to ask a question.

“when are you leaving? for tour.”

“couple of days from now, but there’s still a lot to do… so this is technically my last night of freedom.”

“how long will it be?”

“a few months. there’s already a demand for additional shows.”

yangyang lets out a low whistle, turning his head towards the several buildings that surrounded the two of you. the lights are nearly blinding, the city below is alive, but it’s your arm brushing against his that overwhelms him.

“when you get back, i’m taking you out on a date.”

you look at him, and if he had looked back at you, he would have seen the complete shock on your face. he doesn’t, it is only you who sees the completely determined look on his face.

“it’s going to be long wait.” your voice falters. almost immediately you’re worried. the timing. the distance. everything else in between. while you could call and text every day, there’s no guarantee of that. and it wouldn’t be the same.

yangyang looks back at you, his gaze the gentlest you’ve ever seen, you feared you would melt on the spot. “i can wait. anyone who feels the way i do about you, as strong as i do, could wait an entire lifetime.” 

“i-” your words get caught in the back of your throat, not expecting that amount of overwhelming earnestness from him. this wasn’t the same yangyang you knew in university. you know it, and he knows it too. he’s grown into the person you need, and he’s not leaving any time soon.   

he drapes an arms around your shoulders and pulls you closer, planting a soft kiss to your temple. his lips hover just a couple of centimeters from your ear, his voice a low whisper, “i’ll be waiting for you, so come home to me. okay?”

you pull away from him the slightest bit, only enough so he could see your face and the sincerity in your eyes, “i’ll come home to you.”

from reese, with love <3

gy3 my beloveds,,,, to be loved like the way they love each other.... that is THE DREAM !! tysm for reading, only a couple more parts left for this series. as always, i'd love to know what you think- your thoughts/rbs/replies/asks are much appreciated ! hope you're all doing well and taking care :)

[lvlyynim]

i want to suck mark lee DRY after that amazing song his mind is just so hot

[lvlyynim]

bestfriend!mark who’d remember your usual drink and pastry order so he’d have an excuse to crash your study session in the library.

bestfriend!mark who always has a spare charger in his bag whenever your phone is running low.

bestfriend!mark who would lull you to sleep with a few plucks from his guitar and soft singing.

bestfriend!mark who keeps small gifts you gave him and stores them in a cupboard box, calling it his memories box. (from the first movie ticket you two went together to the polariods of you and him)

bestfriend!mark who has a crush on you ever since 9th grade, you skipped school to take care of him when he was sick.

“don’t you have that very important history test? the one you spent weeks studying for”

“oh shush, you’re more important than that stupid test. now shut it and drink this”

bestfriend!mark who has a drawer full of his shit in your closet cause he’s constantly over at your place.

bestfriend!mark who would stay up all night stargazing with you from the small balcony.

bestfriend!mark who nearly burned down your kitchen, trying to make a sunny side up.

“you are never ever entering my kitchen again. at this point mark, you’re setting yourself up everytime you grab a pan”

“at least this one is better than the rest-”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT”

bestfriend!mark who always know when something is wrong and shows up with your favourite snacks and his hoodie.

bestfriend!mark who sents you sunset pics daily saying it reminds him of you. he’s also your personal weather forecaster.

bestfriend!mark who orders fast food and eats them with you in his car, in an empty parking lot.

bestfriend!mark who holds your hand in crowded places out of fear of losing you in a sea of people. (also your hands will stay interlocked for the whole day)

bestfriend!mark who’s your biggest supporter and constantly encourages to face your fears, reminding it’ll always work out in the end.

bestfriend!mark who dyed his hair blue after losing his bet with haechan (and it was probably the best thing to happen cause it suits him, to the point where you can’t stop staring at him)

“you look great with blue hair”

“hm? dang really?”

“mhm probably my favourite colour out of the all other ones”

“damn you liked it that much huh? is that why you keep staring at me?”

“shut up and finish your food”

bestfriend!mark who rubs his hand up and down your back whenever you two hug.

bestfriend!mark who stays sober if you two go out for drinks or during parties so he could take care of you in case you do too many shots.

bonus nsfw cuts

bestfriend!mark who jerks off to a photo of you almost every night before being consumed by guilt and shame. (and does it again the next night)

bestfriend!mark who shamelessly checks out anytime you wear something a tad bit revealing. (his favourite : you in skirts)

bestfriend!mark who finally had the chance to pour his feelings out to you and fuck you senseless afterwards.

“you have no fucking clue how long i’ve wanted this” you let a broken sob, feeling as if his cock is gonna split you in half with how deep he is. how big he is.

mark just chuckled at your disheveled state, legs pinned to your body, eyes rolled back in euphoria, body littered with his mouthwork.

“taking me so good baby, so fucking good” he’s losing it by the second. with how you’re clenching around him, he’s not gonna last long. your high pitched moans is a telltale sign you’re in the same boat as well.

mark was a gone man when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him deeper into your dripping cunt. leaning a whine of your name, he came hard. you took advantage and pushed him onto his back, straddling him.

wind knocked out of mark’s lungs seeing you bouncing on his cock, desperate for your own release. mark was choking on his sobs, his cock overstimulated to the point where he could cry any moment now.

“ba-baby please ngh please come please”

“fuck mark, i-i’m cumming”

it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to snap, orgasm washing over your body with a long whine of mark’s name.

[lvlyynim]

imma need dat man to keep embracing his leo side.

[lvlyynim]

my favourite thing : mark lee feeling himself.

[lvlyynim]

all bark no bite | l.hc

❯ summary: lee haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. but that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: enemies to lovers, college!au, rivals, smut.

❯ words: 2.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, angst, hate sex, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up !), pet names, excessive use of the name ‘baby’, begging, dirty talk, reader uses she/her pronouns, haechan is very cocky, haechan 1000% has a crush on the reader.

Lee Haechan is an asshole. A condescending, irritating asshole who knows exactly how to get on your fucking nerves and—

“God — fucking — dammit—!”

— and is currently the asshole pressing you against his mattress.

Truth be told, you don’t even know how you got here. You remember getting shoved in a closet with him for Seven Minutes in Heaven at some random frat party his friends were throwing, but you for sure as hell remember absolutely refusing to kiss him.

“Why not?” He’d sneered, folding his arms. “You scared you’re gonna like it, Princess? Promise I’ll take real good care of you–"

"Oh, please,” you’d scoffed right back. “Let’s not pretend you know your way around a girl’s body, Hyuck. I doubt you could even find my clit–"

"I would obliterate your pussy if you’d let me, and you know it,” there was a glint in his eye and he looked you up and down, “And you know you’d like it.”

You were so fired up that you hadn’t even noticed how close you’d gotten to each other; you could feel his breath on your lips, his chest against yours. So irritated by his cockiness, you hardly even registered what you said next until it was too late:

“You’re all bark no bite, Lee Haechan.”

For the last three years you’ve been at college, you and Haechan had both been walking on eggshells around each other. There’d always been tangible tension, ever since you had shut down one of his rants in class and essentially destroyed him — and from there it’d been a competition to one-up one another. You hated him, he hated you… but doesn’t the line between hate and lust wear oh so thin when it’s someone as goddamn hot as him?

The answer is yes, evidently.

After the seven minutes we’re up, Haechan wastes no time dragging you out of the closet and to his bedroom, earning him a matter of gasps and ‘ooohhhs’ from the rest of the players.

Next thing you know, you’re lying on your stomach, hands pinned at the small of your back as he thrusts into you so deeply you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His sheets rub against your clit with every body-wrecking slap of his hips against you, your throat hoarse from screaming. And for a moment you’re really, really fucking sorry for even doubting his abilities so much — because God can he fuck.

But you’d never tell him that, you don’t need to. His ego is already massive, he’ll live without validation from you — or so you think.

A hand crowds underneath you, before seizing your neck and pulling you up. The shortness of breath makes you pant, pulsing around him instinctively and you hear him laugh in your ear.

Fucking asshole.

And as if he hears you, his fingers find your mouth — and you gag, because his fingers are fucking thick and he’s shoving them down your throat. And the worst part is you love it, your mouth swallowing them the minute they push past your lips like it was just instinct.

"Oh, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, “Next time you do that, make sure it’s on my dick."

"You fucking wish—” you grunt, because he’s laying into you real deep now, slow, languid thrusts that have you refraining from shuddering all over– “as if there’s going to be a next time, you dick."

"Oh?” his hips still.

Then, almost thoughtfully, they begin again. Slow and teasing and not nearly enough to have you writhing in pleasure. His pace is tortuous, and if he didn’t have your arms pinned behind you, you’d claw at his back to make him speed up.

“Really? You think one night of the best sex you’ll ever have is enough?"

"Please, your dick game isn’t that impressive,” you say flatly. “Just make me come and get this over with.”

You feel the heat of his breath as he dips his head again, placing kisses on your jaw so gently that for a moment you’re taken aback. “Don’t get impatient now, baby. I told you I’d take care of you didn’t I? Just…” His hips still again– “I think I’d like you to ask for it.”

“Ask?” You scoff, incredulous.

He nibbles down on your ear, before brushing past it with his lips low enough to whisper, “You're right. I meant beg.”

“What, you get off on girls begging for your permission–?"

There’s a rough snap of his hips into you and you have to bite hard down on your lip to stop yourself from whimpering.

"Not just any girls,” he mutters, so quiet that you almost don’t hear. “Only you.”

You’re going to pretend that your heart doesn’t flip when he says that, partially because of how sick it is that that gets you off, and instead focus on what the fuck is going on.

Did Lee Haechan just admit he wants you to beg for him? The same man (who’d made it his college mission to torment and tease you at every given opportunity) wants you.

If you weren’t lying on your stomach and taking every inch of him you’d be running in shock horror. But you find the idea isn’t quite as horrifying as you’d imagined.

“… Maybe we can fit more than one round in tonight, but that’s all I can offer you,” you say after a moment. You can feel him freeze up behind you. “I’m a busy girl with exams, Hyuck, I don’t have time to be running around with strange men–”

“Strange men?!” His laugh is really nice. Sweet and dorky — the opposite of the usual mischievous chuckling he did when he knew he had gotten under your skin — and you only manage a huff of your own laughter yourself before you’re caught off guard by his steadily increasing grinds. “And after these exams? Got any time for a strange man like me?"

“…I’d have to check my calendar.”

He hums, and you swear to God if he stops again you’ll take back everything. "But for now… What’s your calendar open to, baby? Three? Four rounds?”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll get me to come more than once,” you mumble, but you’re beginning to lose your breath as he picks up the pace once again. “I’ll warn you, though – I get loud after two.”

You don’t have to look back to know he’s sporting a smug as fuck grin. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.”

Okay, so maybe the whole ‘waiting until after exams’ bit is getting to Haechan. He wouldn’t wait until your calendar cleared up, he couldn’t, his testosterone wouldn���t let him.

It’s been a whole three days since he got to fuck you; and God was it driving him insane.

You glance up at him now, unimpressed. You knew studying with him was a bad idea, but he’d been so insistent; and you had to admit, knowing he had made you come four times made his presence all the more tolerable to hang out with.

“When I what? Do science homework?"

"No, no – I mean, yes. When you concentrate you get this small… crease between your brows…” He reaches forward – concentrating himself – tugging the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth as he reaches out to poke between your brows. “You look fucking sexy.”

“Alright, Casanova, hands to ourselves” you snort before you return to your reading.

The silence doesn’t last long, and the second he opens his mouth you swear you’re two moments away from taping his lips together.

“Lemme eat you out.”

“Wh– no!” Horrified, you peek around to see if anyone had heard him. But the library is virtually empty – it always is after 11 PM on a Friday.

And also, you’re both tucked away in a table at the back behind the History books that no-one ever takes out.

“You should be studying.”

“Don’t worry about me, I got this exam in the bag.”

You glare. “You’re awfully confident.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, slumping in his seat again. “You’re my only competition, and, well…”

“Well, what?” You demand, setting your book down.

This was the usual dynamic you were familiar with when it came to Lee Haechan.

“You saying I’m not good enough competition, for you Hyuck? If my memory serves me correctly – and it definitely does – I beat you by 10% on our last exam.”

His own eyes narrow.

Oh, you just hit a nerve.

“Just for that,” he begins slowly, pushing his chair out, “I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go dizzy.”

“What part of no don’t you understand?”

But the promise is enticing and you part your legs anyway as he shimmies underneath the table.

“You’re such a fuckboy, I swear–”

“I am not!” He objects incredulously from beneath you. “I just like how you taste, baby.”

A fuckboy, you swear. But he’s got a way with words (and a way with his fingers, and a way with his tongue, and a way with his di—).

You feel your skirt being rucked up and your panties being pulled to the side – seconds later, his face ducks up from the table, grinning wolfishly.

“You’re kinda wet down here, baby. Are you sure you’re okay?” He teases.

“Shut up before I scream,” you grunt, folding your arms.

“Wouldn’t that be a dream?” He sighs. He retreats not two milliseconds after, though, and you hear him whistle lowly to himself. And then, so quiet you almost don’t catch it: “Fucking hell, baby.”

You make a promise that if he calls you baby once more you’re going to kick him because it makes your stomach flutter and your palms sweat — but then he licks a rough line up your pussy and you decide that maybe you’ll allow him to call you whatever he pleases.

Your head falls back as he does it again, and again, and again, as if he’s trying to clean up whatever mess you’d made in your panties. And normally you’d be irritated — wanting him to just move onto your clit already — but he genuinely sounds like he’s enjoying himself.

Quiet groans in his throat and passionate movements of his jaw, and his hands grasp your thighs so tightly you know there’ll be bruises. He smacks his lips wetly and you jolt, peeking out from behind the bookshelf to see if anyone had seen.

“Calm down,” He says, words muffled against you. “Nobody comes behind here on a Friday night. We’re safe.”

And as if to punctuate his point: a finger pulls back the hood of your clit, and true to his word, he sucks. Quickly, you shove your fist into your mouth and begin to gnaw on your knuckles, squeezing your eyes shut so hard that you see stars.

“H-Hyuck,” you whimper, “Unless you want me to get us caught–"

"I know, I know,” he says, sighing. His face comes out from underneath the table again. “I’ll be good if you pull your top down.”

“W-what?” To be fair, you’re still delirious off pleasure because his thumb hasn’t stopped grinding against your clit. “Why?"

"So I can play with your tits,” he says easily, shrugging. “C'mon, Princess. Show me your boobs.”

You stare at him for a moment, disbelief written on your face. “You’re such a man.”

“And you’ve still got the limp to prove it, haven’t you, baby? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you can’t walk straight.”

“Whatever.” You pull your top down, tug your breasts out of their cups – only to appease him and get him to shut up. Immediately he takes one in his grabby hands, all warm and rough as he tugs and pulls at one nipple.

So, okay, maybe he does know what he’s doing. Sometimes. Who are you kidding? All the time.

“Hm, you like that, don’t you?"

"Shut up,” you hiss, “if you get us banned from this library because of your dirty talk I’m never fucking you again—shit."

“We both know that’s not true.”

A steady stream of suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves calls your attention elsewhere; at the same time, your nipple is rolled between his index and thumb. You feel like you’re buzzing all over, and it’s not because you’ve had five cups of coffee in the last three hours.

You don’t realise that you’re panting – fucking close – until Haechan releases your clit with a pop. He ducks underneath the table to peek up at you again. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

"I’ll be quiet,” you promise through gritted teeth, shoving your top into your mouth. You restrain the urge to curse him out because you could feel the beginning flutters of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, and you know he’ll draw it out as much as possible if given the chance. “Just keep going."

He’s wearing a victorious, shit-eating grin when he gets back to it, energy increasing rapidly. He eats pussy like he’s competing for a trophy, and truth be told, you don’t mind being his prize if he makes you come as hard as you did a few days ago. His tongue moves eagerly, tracing letters and numbers and fucking his name on your sensitive skin before sucking again.

No noise. You try to coach your brain into silence.

You never usually have a problem keeping quiet for the first orgasm. But as much as you hate to admit it, the act of being eaten out in a public library is a different kind of turn on.

And it really doesn't help that Haechan knows exactly what he’s doing.

Maybe that’s why when you come, you have no problem with clinging to any part of him you can get your hands on — his hand on your chest, his hair between your legs. A weak whimper follows as you contract around nothing, hips bucking gently into his mouth, and he takes it all in.

Fuck.

He slides back from under the table and resurfaces a metre away, grinning widely. You know the image of you looking so ruined because of him is doing wonders for his ego — so as quickly as possible you pull your top down and readjust your skirt, panties irritatingly rough against your skin.

"Good, huh?"

You don’t want to give him anymore satisfaction, but you know with the orgasm he had just given you so publicly, there was no use in lying. In fact, you’re certain lying to him would only make his cocky ego flame even more.

“Whatever, Hyuck. You give good head, I’ll give you that.”

He hums, leaning backwards. “Thanks, baby. Now, bend over."

”Excuse me?“ You say.

“C’mon, you can’t just let me eat your pretty pussy and not expect me to get hard. You’re blue balling me here, Princess.”

You’re so genuinely shaken by his unfaltering confidence that you just stare.

“And don’t pretend you don’t love my cock.”

“Hyuck—”

“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”

You’re in a library. Letting him eat you out was already a reach — but you can’t deny that you do love the feeling of him inside you. And he did take good care of you last time. And —

You sigh in defeat, standing. “Remember what I told you last time?"

"You get loud after two. I’ll keep that in mind, baby.”