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bro-atz · 2 months

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starboy [bro's 1k — mingi]

in which: mingi is the one guy you absolutely do not want to work on a school project with.

pair: college student!mingi/college student!fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

content: enemies to lovers, fluff, stargazing, mingi and reader are both astrophysics majors, kissing, hugging, generally just very cute

rated: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!

author's note: apologies for the indigo text— the indigo is very indigo (and i lowkey blinded myself in the process)

You stared at the board in complete shock and horror. You were already pissed enough to be in the same astronomy class as him, but to have to partner with him on a school project? Partner with the literal bane of your existence? Incomprehensible. Insane. Impossible.

“Professor, I was wondering… Would it be possible for me to get a new partner?” you asked softly after class as other students filed out of the lecture hall.

“Kid, you see how big this class is, right?” your professor sighed deeply. “I can’t switch pairings like that. Besides, I don’t even know your name.”

You were stunned. Damn, your professor was frank. “Okay, but if I were to switch with someone myself—”

“Sure, if you find someone, go for it. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

With that, the professor left the lecture hall, leaving you stunned once more. At least he was willing to let you switch. You turned around to ask someone— anyone— to switch, but when you looked, you saw that the hall was completely deserted.

Yeah, you were fucked.

You were determined to change your fate, but fate screwed you instead because you were met with that bane of your existence the second you exited the room.

“No, Mingi. I refuse,” you immediately told him while avoiding eye contact with him and walking away from him.

“Hey, I’m not thrilled about this either, but suck it up buttercup,” Mingi sighed deeply and with heavy annoyance as he caught up to you.

“Why would I want to work with you on the project? You’d just slow me down.”

“Hold on,” Mingi grabbed your arm and stopped you, the man immediately letting you go the second you glanced at his audacity. “Let’s just get our shit done and get a passing grade—”

“A passing grade?! You really think I’m going to settle for a passing grade?!”

At that point, your voice was shrilling, and you gained the attention of everyone around you in the hall. Mingi glared at you and pulled you aside, his hand on your arm once again. He only let go after he dragged you down the hall and around the corner.

“Fine, we’ll get an A. Whatever. We’ll meet up—”

“No thanks. I’ll just do all the work, and you can piggyback off my grade so you can go frolic and be a dumbass at whatever frat party you’re at.”

“Y/N, stop. I’m an astrophysics major, too. I can help.”

You eyed Mingi suspiciously. He had a serious look on his face, and he seemed to be genuine. With a resolved sigh, you nodded. Mingi let out a relieved sigh of his own and held his hand out for you to shake, and you shook on it.

The reason Mingi was the bane of your existence was because he always made fun of you. From freshman year, he would make fun of the things you were sensitive about, so you would fight back, and so on and so forth until you somehow became sworn enemies your second year of college. From that point on, you and Mingi resented each other, so you were extremely weirded out that he actually was working with you on the project and working well. It was insanely unsettling, but then he’d throw in a few jabs whenever you did something stupid or wrong, and everything would feel right.

Then, you were weirded out again.

You and Mingi were outside on the roof of one of the buildings on your campus charting stars for class. You were actually doing the work— as you expected— while Mingi seemed to be in a completely different universe. He was staring at the sky, but he was of no help.

“And you had the audacity to say you could help,” you scoffed as you grabbed his notebook from him.

Mingi, once he realized his notebook was no longer in his hands, snapped out of it and looked at you with mild confusion and… Another expression— one you had never seen on his face before. His face was pink, and he looked like he was about to burst with the way his lips were pursed.

“What’s with you?” you asked him while slapping him with his notebook. “Why do you keep spacing out?”

Mingi’s lips were moving, but there wasn’t a single sound coming from him. You looked at him expectantly— usually, he had a lot to say, but now he was silent?

“Alright then,” you said with slight annoyance before turning to finish up with your notes for the day. You pushed his notebook back into his chest while saying, “Let’s just finish up and head out. I’m sure you’d rather be anywhere else than with me right now, anyway.”

Again, you could see Mingi start to say something, but this time, instead of gaping like an idiot, he clamped his mouth shut. He lowered his head and finished up with his set of notes before closing his notebook. You were so ready to just get up and leave, but before you could even take a single step away from him, he grabbed your arm. You didn’t even get the chance to glare at his hand on your arm before he let go of you.

“Wait, I… I have something to say.”

You eyed him— why was he being so awkward with you?

“I, uh… I’m sorry for all the teasing and bothering I’ve done over the years…” Mingi sheepishly apologized while scratching the back of his head aimlessly.

“…Why are you apologizing? What’s going on?” you asked him slowly while getting even more weirded out by his behavior.

“What? Can’t a guy just owe up to his past mistakes?”

“With you? No. What are you hiding?” you demanded answers.

Mingi sighed. You would’ve gotten frustrated with him, but you actually laid off for two reasons: one: you did want him to tell you what his intentions were, and two: he looked like he was actually struggling to tell you. There was a huge moment of silence that lingered between the two of you as Mingi fidgeted. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, and he took several deep breaths before turning to you and looking at you earnestly.

“Y/N, do you really hate me?” Mingi asked in a small voice.

“W-What?” you stuttered— how the hell were you supposed to answer that question? There was no way you were even going to be able to when he was looking at you with the most intense puppy dog eyes ever.

“Do you seriously hate me?”

He stepped forward, and you immediately stepped backwards. You avoided eye contact because, oh dear God, you were so not equipped to answer that question. When you looked to the sky, you saw something sparkle. A star crossed the sky, and you tried to direct his attention to that.

“Oh, wow, would you look at that?” you deflected awkwardly. “It’s a shooting star.”

“Make a wish,” Mingi whispered.

You truly didn’t know what to wish for, nor did Mingi even give you time to wish. He quickly cupped your face and pressed his lips tenderly against yours. Your eyes widened as the realization that Mingi was kissing you slowly sunk into your brain. While your first instinct was to push him away, your heart acted before your brain could, and you let him kiss you.

It was only one kiss, but it was magical. You never thought Mingi would ever be so tender with anyone, especially you of all people. When he pulled away to gaze at your face, you saw more stars in his eyes than in the sky, and your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it wasn’t hate— maybe it was frustration because you liked him so much.

“I like you, Y/N,” Mingi whispered. “So please don’t hate me…”

“…I never said I hated you, Mingi.”

Mingi grinning ear to ear made your heart throb in your chest. You had never seen this side of him, and knowing that it was because of you that evoked this side of him, you desperately wanted to see more of it. You were actually planning on making him flustered, but when you felt his arms wrap around your waist so he could pull you in close, you felt your face get way hotter. You couldn’t help but avoid eye contact, but Mingi didn’t allow that for a second. He held your chin and turned your face so that you were looking at him, making your heart beat erratically.

“Mingi, be honest with me,” you said in a hushed voice. “Is this why you were so adamant on us working together?”

“Of course,” Mingi replied while pouting. “I’ve always liked you, dummy…”

“…See, I don’t know if I believe you given that you literally just insulted me,” you said with a snort.

Mingi’s jaw dropped briefly when you pointed out his unintentional insult, his ears burning red. He gaped for a second before saying, “I’ve always liked you, babe.”

“Ew, no, call me dummy!” you nearly gagged as you heard the words leave his lips.

“What about cutie?”

“No!”

“Sweetheart?”

“Mingi, stop!”

Mingi continued to test cute pet names on you while you rejected one after the other while laughing, and the stars twinkled in the background as you realized that you, too, have always liked him.

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snowball-doie · 1 month

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| pairing: sub!Haechan x Dom!fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Intox kink (He's already drunk, you get him more drunk). Belt bondage. Noona kink. Sex toys (Hitachi wand). Little bit of biting from Hyuck. Female and male orgasms. Fem!oral. Male edging and overstimulation.

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| aurora's note: this was originally written as a fem!oc x haechan inspired oc fic. i tried to change all the names and pronouns accordingly, but please let me know if i missed anything. thanks!

He thought it was oh-so-cute to come home all smug and tipsy after the boys’ anniversary event. You had attended— Thanks to Haechan who got you good tickets as a gift— but after the show, he said that he was going out with the boys for a planned dinner, and that he would meet you at home later. So you waited. Patiently. Despite the clock hitting midnight and your eyes getting heavy, you waited up for him because you knew that he was out having fun with his friends, and he promised that he would come home, and you trusted him on that, so you weren’t going to rush him like a bitch. You weren’t his mother, nor were you an overbearing partner. You could wait for him. However, when he showed up in his drunken state with a cockiness that took you by surprise, you found yourself completely endeared by him. How adorable,” you had thought to yourself.

“You looked so pretty tonight, noona…” he muttered as he stumbled into the living room where you sat on the couch in your pajamas. “So, so pretty… In that tight dress…” He whined pathetically at the thought.

Had you seen Haechan drunk before? Absolutely. But you had been in public the first time so he wasn’t so focused on you when his friends were teasing him, and the other time had been over FaceTime while he was on tour so he passed out in his hotel room shortly after calling you. This was cute of him. Annoying, but cute. You wondered how much he had drunk. Was it enough to want you as badly as you wanted him while watching him on stage earlier in the night? Did he realize how good he had looked in that black outfit of his with the belts and leather all over his body; and when he had dropped to his knees so easily for Doyoung, you damn near fainted. But you tried to keep your cool in order to overcome his confidence so that he couldn’t assume for a second that he ever had the upper hand.

“I wanted to fuck you in the bathroom before the show,” he continued. As he got closer, you could see just how red his cheeks were thanks to the alcohol. His eyes looked dizzy. His mouth was curled up into an infinite grin. “I didn’t have time…” Slowly, he dropped to his knees. “But now I do.”

You allowed him to entertain you. You had no expectations of allowing him to have his way with you, not when you had waited for him for so long, and he had looked as good as he did. No, no, you would let him have his fun, then you would have yours.

So Haechan dropped to his knees in front of you— Just like he had on stage in front of all those people. He smirked even wider.

“I brought more home.”

You raised a confused brow at him. Just then, in response, Haechan pulled two shooters out of his jacket pockets, and he held them out for you to inspect. Oh. He untwisted one of the bottles for you so that he could take it. Oh, how he knew you so well. He had been so disappointed that time on tour when he knocked out because he had called you with the intention of getting off, because you both had an intox kink that you hadn’t yet explored together since you started dating; but because he passed out, you didn’t get the chance to really go for it. Now that he was in front of you, however, there was nothing to stop you. Ah, freakin’ adorable…

“For me?” you asked teasingly, your left hand cupping the bottom of his chin.

Haechan nodded. His eyes were glazing over with lust, he was rubbing his thighs together in order to give the growing erection in his sweatpants some relief, and he was staring at you with a look that said, “I need you so badly.”

“Open up.”

He obeyed immediately, his jaw falling slack, his tongue sticking out.

“Tilt.”

He leaned his head back. You were being constantly reminded of how he had done the same exact thing a couple of hours earlier on stage, and how ever since then, Twitter was having a meltdown because there were thousands upon thousands of fangirls out there who were dreaming of having Haechan on his knees for them, but the only person who actually had the privilege of that was you.

With a tough grasp on his chin, you put the opening of the shooter against Haechan's lower lip. Once you were sure you had a steady grip on him and that he wouldn’t spill anything, you began slowly pouring the shot into his mouth, watching as he swallowed bit by bit while maintaining strong, confident, bratty eye contact with you. The second you were done, you reached for the other. He must have been expecting a break or a tad of leniency, but how could you possibly give that to him when he had practically given himself over like a gift on your birthday or something? It was the most perfect thing you could have hoped for— And you sure were glad that you waited up for him as promised. So you opened the other, and you kept him steady while you poured the next shot.

“Don’t swallow.”

He watched you carefully, his mouth full, his lips pursing together to keep everything in, and his cheeks puffed to make room for all the alcohol stored inside. His breath picked up bit. You could tell that the more alcohol he drank, the more gone he was. The way he was really rolling his hips to get a bit of friction for his erection was a tell-tale sign that he couldn’t wait much longer, but you were going to make him wait regardless.

“Okay.”

Haechan swallowed hard then caught his breath. “Noona…”

And that did it. Your head started spinning even without a sip of alcohol yourself. “Be good and go grab my toy from me.” His eyes widened and he started scrambling to his feet pathetically. “Or is my baby too drunk for that?”

“No, no, no, I’m okay—” His hip hit the couch as he ran towards the bedroom in search of your toy. You grinned.

When Haechan returned, he was busy investigating the Hitachi wand’s settings on the side of the handle to see if the toy was charged or if he needed to improvise with getting more batteries, or maybe even a different toy even though you had asked for that one. Once the toy had buzzed to life, slightly startling Haechan, he turned it off then handed it over to you. His eyes were wide while watching you. He was investigating your every movement, curious as to what the hell you had planned and how he was going to participate in it.

You slid your pajama shorts off in order to reveal more of yourself, uncovering your thighs completely, but not giving Haechan any view of your breasts which he loved to suck on. His breath hitched at the sight. That was at least enough to see some of you, but not all of you, and though it wasn’t exactly what he wanted, at least it was something, so Haechan dared to reach out and touch you, but you immediately stopped him.

“Don’t touch.”

His other hand disregarded your warning, squeezing your thigh possessively.

You tsked your tongue. “Take off your belt, baby.”

Thinking that it would get him some kind of reward— He really must have been drunk to assume that— Haechan eagerly tore the belt off his waist after struggling with the buckle for a few embarrassing moments; but once he noticed that you were holding your hand out for it, he froze. So it wasn’t for his benefit, after all.

“Spin.”

Reluctantly, he rotated around on his knees so that his back was facing you.

“Wrists.”

He swallowed hard and put his hands behind his back. Was a belt the ideal means for bondage? Absolutely not. But was it what you had on hand? Yep. Careful not to hurt him, you looped the belt around his wrists and made sure it was tight enough that he couldn’t escape but not so tight that it would do any damage.

“Face me again.”

Haechan turned around with a pout on his face. Seemed that he was less than content with not being able to be a brat and try to touch you anymore, especially with the enticing appearance of his girlfriend sitting right in front of him. He looked cute. To his surprise, you lifted your right leg to go over his left shoulder. A gulp and a shivering breath escaped Hyuck before he slowly drifted his gaze downwards to the space between your legs which he could now see so clearly, including the wet spot forming in your panties which you had worn specifically for him as a gift to celebrate eight years with NCT 127. He whined loudly this time to make it known that he was upset with you for restraining him, but that only made you more happy to mess with him the way you had planned— You didn’t even waste any time turning the toy on and pressing it against your clit.

“Fuck, noona,” he croaked before you could even react to the pleasure with a moan or a buck of your hips.

You threw your head back against the couch. It felt good. You had been so pent up ever since you saw Haechan on his knees at the concert and you imagined having him like that for you… And now that he was exactly where you wanted him, you were on cloud 9. The toy felt so fucking good. There had been so many times when the two of you were in bed together and Haechan was thrusting into you at an uncontrolled pace and he pressed the toy against your clit to make sure you came around his length over and over again just to make you melt and lose every bit of sanity you had to offer. But now you could use it on yourself to feel good while simultaneously punishing your boyfriend for looking so damn fine at the show and having the audacity to be that submissive on stage.

“Feels so good, Hyuck,” you teased him with a moan.

He struggled at your feet in an attempt to touch you, but the belt prevented him from budging. You moaned to really sell it. You wiggled your hips and pressed the toy roughly against you in order to feel its full power. It truly felt good, but beyond that it was fun to play with Hyuck. You loved that he had to sit there and watch as you pleased himself and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to yearn to touch you. Had to deal with not being able to touch himself. Poor thing was falling apart in front of you, and you were enjoying every ounce of pleasure that was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Out of nowhere, you were shocked when you felt teeth nip at the inside of your thigh. You sat up a bit, the toy still against you, and you looked down to find that Haechan was resting his cheek against your inner thigh where he had bit you, and he was batting his eyes innocently while giving you a puppy dog pleading look.

“Don’t,” you warned him before moaning again.

He didn’t obey, however. He turned to nip you again, this time his teeth gently pulling on the skin— It didn’t hurt, but it was certainly a surprise.

“You—” You gulped. “You’re not supposed… Fuck… Don’t touch, baby.”

“I’m not touching,” he replied with a grin.

“Brat.” Suddenly the toy hit a different angle when your wrist slipped and you had to readjust. “I’m gonna fucking cum, baby.”

As Haechan bit into your thigh one more time, you were sent completely over the edge, your legs shaking against the couch and Haechan's head. You moaned his name loudly. Your back arched off the cushions, and one of your hands left the handle of the toy in order to pull on Haechan's black hair, earning a pathetic grunt for him.

You removed the bulb of the toy from your clit as your high disappeared. While you expected to catch your breath and think of what to do next with Haechan, you were caught completely off guard when Haechan leaned forward and began sucking your clit desperately, his tongue lapping at the overstimulated bud while you whined and rolled your hips in a futile attempt to get away from him or push him away. He was so quick and aggressive that you didn’t have any time to react. His tongue had completely discombobulated you— The overstimulation was so painful yet pleasurable that you started seeing stars.

“S-stop—”

But he continued to lick up every bit of your wetness and the cum that was slowly seeping out of you.

“Brat…” you croaked, finally getting a good grip on his hair again in order to tug him away. His tongue stretched out in an attempt to reach you, but you moved him so far away that you were finally able to sit upright and close your legs enough that he didn’t have any access anymore. He whined.

“Funny,” you said sarcastically with a stern tone and a flat face. “What happened to no touching?”

“You never said anything about using my tongue.” He stuck it out teasingly. “I was just helping you out… Like a good boy!” He grinned innocently, knowing damn well that he was anything but.

You squinted at him. “My drunk boy is having a hard time listening tonight. Am I going to have to gag you, too? Back talking me and overstimulating me…” You tsked your tongue. “Such a shame because I was considering rewarding you for looking so cute while you’re drunk and desperate for me.”

Haechan turned a darker shade of red in response to the mixture of praise and degradation that had his head spinning even more.

“But alas…”

Reaching down smoothly, you pressed the tip of the wand against Haechan's erection that was still trapped in his sweatpants. When you turned it on, Haechan toppled forward. He let out the most beautiful moan that you had ever heard in your entire life; and his forehead was pressed against your knee, nearly your inner thigh, while he tried to bear the overwhelming pleasure of the vibrator being turned up to high against his hard shaft.

“F-fuck—” His breath shuddered.

“Feel good?”

He nodded eagerly.

So you did the only reasonable thing by turning the toy off.

“No!” He sat up completely off the floor in search of the thing that was giving him enough pleasure that he was chasing his high already. So that was how little stamina he had while drunk. Fun. “Please, please, please, I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

He kept nodding so fast that his hair was all over the place, even to the point that it began sticking to his forehead. “Please.”

You obliged him by turning the toy on again. Haechan slumped with relief. A string of moans left him, some mixed with curse words, others sounding like prayers that had your name attached to them. You grinned. Drunk, horny, and desperate for you was the perfect image of Haechan.

“I’m close again…”

How he didn’t expect it, you couldn’t begin to imagine, but maybe it was the alcohol tricking him into thinking that you would be kinder than you actually were— Especially after he pulled his little stunt at the end there. But you removed the toy again.

“Fuck!” he whined. “Please… I was gonna cum…”

“Nope.”

But then you put it back, earning you the reaction of having Haechan strain against the belt that was holding his wrists together behind his back.

“Please—”

So you took it away.

His cheek desperately caressed your inner thigh as a sign that you recognized as his silent way of begging for more when his head was spinning too fast to get the words out properly. You took some pity on him. Putting it on the lowest setting, you let the wand hover just barely over his erection, making him shiver.

“Thank you… Thank you… Thank… Fuck…” His words were beginning to slur. “Just like that, noona, please, please, noona, I love you, fuck, don’t stop, please, please—” He bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut as tightly as he physically could. “More, noona, please… I’ll be good this time…” He slumped. “Please…” And what took you out completely was the way he opened his eyes in order to look up at you through his lashes, his eyelids heavy, his cheeks so red that you could have been tricked into thinking that he had layered on tons of blush just to impress you.

“I want you to remember this moment,” you told him seriously, leaning forward to look him in the eye, “and how I’m the one you’re begging for while you’re on your knees, looking all pretty for me.”

He nodded.

“Don’t ever get on your knees for anyone else again. Understand?”

“Yes, noona.”

“Good boy.” As you turned the toy up to the max setting again, Haechan let out a scandalously loud moan until you silenced him with a rough kiss. He tasted like alcohol. You wondered if you kissed him for long enough if you could get drunk off of him— Maybe next time it would be way more fun if you were both drunk. “Cum,” you muttered into his mouth.

His ability to kiss you back and stay completely upright faded as he began to approach his high with the permission he had been desiring since he came home and saw you sitting on the couch. To make sure he wouldn’t escape you or hurt himself by the off chance, you gripped his hair tightly to make sure he stayed up, and that doubled as a cover to abuse him just slightly, and that was what did it from him.

“Noona…” he whimpered. His hips bucked upwards into the toy, his eyes closed once more to focus on his twitching cock in his pants, and he let out a string of moans that made you swoon. “Thank you…” He wavered slightly.

“My good boy.” To get back at him for what he had done to you, you bit Haechan's bottom lip, and you continued to press the toy against the wet spot of his cargo pants. He began thrashing. “Shhh,” you cooed, “just take it.”

“Please,” he mumbled.

You continued to ignore him— You even grew wicked by moving the toy along his shaft to make sure it really hurt. Haechan began whining more, his hips pulling away in the hopes that he wouldn’t be within reach of you anymore, but he was unsuccessful.

“Noona, please, I can’t.”

Though that wasn’t a safe word or any warning sign, you were inclined to finally show some pity on him now that he had ruined his pants. You turned the toy off then threw it to your side on the couch. Haechan crumbled. He panted and nearly drooled on himself, his thoughts so far gone that you knew he was officially tapped out, even if he indicated that he wanted to continue by some miracle.

“You did so good, baby,” you praised him kindly with a smile. “You feel good?” You grabbed him by the chin to make sure he looked back up at you when he nodded, his eyes barely open. “Good boy.” He smiled at you, all dumbed out. You smiled back at him. “Let’s get you cleaned up before bed.”

With one last kiss, Haechan slumped to allow you to stand slightly and remove the belt from his wrists— And once he was free, Haechan jumped at the chance to stand on shaky legs, wrap his arms around your waist, and kiss you once more. You smiled. He was really, really cute when drunk.

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mixtape127 · 5 months

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i dream about you and i ☆

taeyong x gn reader

genre : fluff, non idol au, college kinda au

summary : confessing your feelings is one thing, but the feeling in your stomach is another.

warnings : strong language, mention of panic and anxiety but really slightly because reader is confessing, cuteness overload, no caps, reader smokes and is def simping on sleepy taeyong, not really proofread but i hope there are no errors tho

words : 1k

notes : sorry english isn't my native language so i did my best !! taeyong is leaving for military soon and i can't handle it, so i'm coping with cute content. hope you enjoy ♡ lmk if a part 2 is needed !

the weight of my emotions had been suffocating me for too long, i couldn't bear the burden any longer and finally decided to do it; to confess my feelings. the mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine. my stomach was in knots, and i couldn't tell if the sensation was caused by a swarm of butterflies or my organs colliding against each other. it's a nerve-wracking experience, but i hoped that it would be worth it in the end.

my feet led me to his building. hopefully, his roommate won't be there. i can't imagine the scene and i'm almost sure i would run away if Doyoung opened the door.

i have already smoked three cigarettes in the last 15 minutes.

my heart was pounding so hard that i could feel it in my throat as I looked up at the darkened building in front of me. the streetlights cast a golden glow, painting the surrounding area in a sickly yellow hue. i squinted, trying to make out any signs of life or activity in his apartment, but all i could see was darkness. i know it's 9pm, but come on, don't tell me he's sleeping.

hoping that he is not asleep, i throw away my cigarette and head towards the main entrance. i climb the stairs one by one, my brain emptying little by little with each step. i thought of using the elevator, but i'm almost convinced it would fill the emptiness in my head since there was no music playing in there.

as i walked down the hallway, only hearing the sound of my footsteps echoing on the walls, the nerves in my stomach churned. before i knew it, i was standing in front of his door. my hand trembled slightly as it rose to knock, but i managed to keep it steady. come on y/n.

i knocked my knuckles against the wood apprehensively, but there was no answer. after a few moments of hesitation, i decided to ring the doorbell, hoping that he would hear it and come to the door. i pressed the button lightly, waiting anxiously for a response. and then i realised. he's probably going to open the door, and after that, there is no going back.

i feel like time is dragging on and minutes feel like hours. i even consider turning back, he's probably sleeping or just not there.

as i breathe out and adjust my jacket, the door cracks open, and the apartment is engulfed in darkness. the light from the corridor reveals a slightly disheveled Taeyong, with swollen eyes, indicating that he was probably sleeping. i can't help but think how beautiful he looks.

"y/n? what are you doing here at this hour?" he said in a voice slightly broken by tiredness.

my heart accelerates. "come on, it's not that late, were you sleeping? did i wake you up?"

he shrugged his shoulders. "i was just taking a nap" his fingers fidget with the door he's holding. "but you're making me worried, what's the matter? a problem with Doyoung ?"

no Taeyong, your roommate is not the problem...

i swallow hard, my own thoughts getting stuck in my throat. i feel like a thousand waves of feelings are overflowing my brain. “i have something to tell you but it can wait until tomorrow if you're sleep-..”

what am i even saying? i got up from my comfortable bed, walked over here, and woke him up to tell him that it could wait until tomorrow? love is making me act up for real.

"you've already woken me up, so come in." he smiles. that cute smile. that damn smile.

i come in and put my jacket next to the sofa. Taeyong turns on the little light next to the tv, scratching his head right after, not hiding the loud yawn that escapes from his lips. his t-shirt and shorts whose colours are matched as usual, his lips pouting slightly, his small eyes. i'm down bad.

“tell me everything, do you want something to drink?”

i nod. "it'll be fine ! it won't last long... i..."

all of a sudden, i feel like my saliva is stuck, and i almost choke. Taeyong shoots me a concerned look. "hey, y/n, are you okay? i'm really worried. i feel like you're about to confess to me that you've committed a crime, and i have to help you cover it up." he chuckles.

i take a deep breath and shake my head. my hands are folded together and i'm playing with my thumb anxiously. i stare at my socks as if they could magically give me courage. the reason why i want to confess my feelings to him is because i've grown tired of constantly doubting myself. since this summer - and now that we're in winter - i've been thinking about him non-stop. his smile, his voice, the way he could talk about his fishes all day, or his new shoes and hats, and the way he laughs - everything about him makes me madly in love.

because if he rejects me, i can finally move on.

"Taeyong, i'll get straight to the point. i like you. i have had feelings for you since this summer. i fell in love with you, even though the word seems strong to me and i almost never use it. but that's the case. i know that coming to your place at this hour to tell you this is crazy, but i didn't really think about it that much and just followed my gut. gosh, it sounds so lame..." i smack my forehead, closing my eyes.

all my limbs begin to tremble.

a long silence settles in.

and my breathing jerks.

i keep my eyes closed anxiously.

"so, you... like me?"

his voice echoes softly in the room. i nod slowly, still unable to look him in the eyes.

all i hear is a scoff, followed by his cute laugh. i can't tell if he's genuinely laughing so hard that air gets stuck in his throat or if he's suffocating.

"i was planning on telling you on tuesday after class that i like you." he said with an amused voice.

my eyes widen this time.

"you what ?..."

"i like you."

he smiles.

holy shit.

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Word Count: 5.3k|| Kanemoto Yoshinori x Fem. Reader || Tags: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut, Dilf!Yoshi, Son!Jeongwoo, Best Friend!Doyoung, Slight Age Gap (4 years), Petnames, Abandonment, Vanilla, Plot Heavy

"Damn, this house is really nice." Whose house, you may ask? Hopefully, your future employer's. You recently started college and have been looking for a pretty lenient job, and that's how you got here. A man, not much older than you, named Yoshinori needed a house-sitter. So here you were, about to enter for an interview. "You got this, y/n. You'll be fine." You press the doorbell. "One second! Sorry~" A sweet melodic voice tweets from behind the door. "Hello, come on in!" Appearing is one of the most gorgeous faces you've ever seen in your life. Long brown hair, shiny soft eyes, high strong nose bridge, a bright smile, and a pretty mole underneath his mouth to pair with it.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" "Just water is fine, thank you." He leads you to sit down on the couch in his living room, which is quite cozy, with a light brown sectional, a wooden and glass coffee table positioned in front of a flat-screen TV and front window. He comes back quickly with a glass of ice water with a cute curly straw. "Sorry, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Kanemoto Yoshinori, and you?" "Y/n, nice to meet you, Mr. Kanemoto." "Oh, please just call me Yoshi…" He chuckles nervously and rubs his neck. "Alright, nice to meet you, Yoshi."

You soon find out that he's looking for a house-sitter because he frequently works long hours throughout the week. "I just need you to do basic tasks like making sure all the plants are watered, the fish are fed enough, and that dust doesn't collect." Simple enough, it pays really well, considering those are your only major tasks. "Also, you would get weekends off. That's when I'm at home. My son Jeongwoo comes to visit me, he lives with his grandparents during the week." SON!? You had to refrain from letting your jaw drop, but you can't help but be shocked, as Yoshi only looked at most 4 years older than you. "Oh ok, well if that's all, I'd be happy to house sit for you, Yoshi!" "REALLY? Oh, I mean—ahem—really? Thank you so much!" You can't believe this man has a child; he acts so innocently. You swear you saw stars in his eyes when you accepted his offer. "Let's discuss more in-depth about payment and schedule, hmm?" "Sounds perfect to me."

You ended up spending two hours with him, chatting not only about your new job but each other's personal lives as well. You learned he's a music producer for a very big entertainment company, he has to be there for long hours due to the number of songs he has to make for many different artists. You learned he went to the same university you're currently attending and he graduated just last year. He gave you pointers on all the best spots to make friends and eat. You told him about how you plan to major in Linguistics and he was ecstatic, being a polyglot himself.

The most notable thing is that of his son, a 3-year-old named Jeongwoo, he says he's very timid but well-mannered and caring. Although there was no mention of Jeongwoo's mother and it seemed like he was purposefully so, you decided not to pry. "What an intriguing man…" It was Saturday, you had two days before you start this job. "Why do I already want to start now?" Laying down, looking at your ceiling, you can't help but let your mind wander. Checking the time, you realize if you want to get everything together by Sunday night, you have to head to bed now. "Goodnight, Yoshi. Please take care of me in the future."

"Daddy, how come I have to eat my salad if you haven't touched any of yours?" "Huh—" Yoshi looks down to realize he's barely eaten. "Oh, you're right, bud. It's not fair. Sorry, daddy will finish all his salad." He stuffs a bite into his mouth. "See, mmm yummy, now you have to as well, ok?" "Ok, daddy!" "Good boy." He couldn't stop thinking about earlier today. A pretty young girl like you wanted to get paid to do boring tasks around his house and just make sure nobody breaks in. You didn't even question too much about him and his son and seemed to be open-minded about it. This was something he surely wasn't used to. He couldn't place what, but it felt like you had bewitched him, all his thoughts were filled with you. It's a little weird because he just met you and you're just some 19-year-old looking to make some easy money. "I really should've gotten out more in college, not like I had much of a choice…" Creak "Daddy, you look sleepy, can we sleep together tonight?" As much as he feels he's missed out, he loves his kid so much. "Sure, buddy, let's clean up dinner first." "Ok!" He watches the little boy scurry with all the plates into the kitchen excitedly. "Be careful, slow down!"

"How come I never get to visit mommy?" Jeongwoo asks his father. Yoshi is a little taken aback. How could he tell his little boy that his mommy left them? "Well, you see, mommy lives very far, and it's not easy for you to visit her." "How far? Does she live all the way across the ocean?" "Yes, all the way across the ocean." "Can't we just take a plane?" "Planes are expensive, bud." "Can we do it once, when I have a holiday?" He adores his son so much, his persistence and curiosity is one of his favorite parts of being a parent. He can't believe that anyone could just leave such an amazing kid behind. "I'll see what we can do, buddy, but I don't know if mommy is going to be willing."

"Why?" His heart pains, he asks himself the same thing, why? He thought they were perfect together and that everything was going to be perfect just the three of them, but she left. "Mommy needs time. She's been through a lot." "Ok…" He can tell his son is no longer as bright as before, and it hurts just as much as he thought. "Hey, don't frown, daddy doesn't like when you frown. How about I sing you a lullaby tonight, hm?" The little boy eagerly nods his head in agreement. Before Yoshi can even finish the song, the little one is off to sleep, and he rests a peck on his forehead.

Your first day of house-sitting was a breath of fresh air after a hard day at school. You had a project in your semantics class. You were partnered up with a boy in your class named Doyoung. He's cool and all, but he talks a LOT, and consequently, not a lot of work got done. The house, thankfully for you, seemed to be in good shape. You went about your duties with care, watering the plants, feeding the fish, and dusting the surfaces. "Well, that was easy. Maybe I should look around the house, and maybe find a bathroom while I'm at it." While exploring, you came across a child's bedroom. There was a tiny kid's doctor's kit, music sheets along with a kid's recorder, and a drawing of the house, a man who you assumed was Yoshi, and a tiny kid you could only assume was Jeongwoo. It brought a little bit of warmth to your heart. You thought it would be nice to tidy up the room a bit, so you put everything in its designated spot and close the door. You could tell Jeongwoo was just as nice as Yoshi had described, and you could tell he cares for his son a lot.

There's another bedroom directly opposite the one you recently exited. It was most definitely Yoshi's. You could smell the subtle scent of a nice clean cologne emanating from the room. You decided it would be best not to enter there without permission. You eventually found the bathroom as well, but afterward, your stomach made an incomprehensible rumble. You ventured into Yoshi's kitchen, finding some basic ingredients for an omelet and toast. After a bit of whisking, chopping, frying, and toasting, you had a simple, wholesome meal ready. You took a bite and started to get out your computer when you suddenly hear the front door unlock.

"Ahhhh, where is it? I swear I left it right here. Oh—" You are confronted with a very disheveled Yoshi. Even then, he still looked as gorgeous as before. His eyes were like the ocean. "Hi, Y/N. Sorry to startle you." "It's fine. It is your house, after all." He has a look of surprise on his face mirrored by your own. "I had forgotten some lyrics I was working on last night." He chuckles, and the vibrations send a tingling feeling throughout your body.

"You didn't happen to see them lying around, did you?" "Uhhh, I don't think so. I'm sorry." "No, no, it's totally okay. I'll find them." A little less frazzled, he finally smells the food you made. "Oh, I made an omelet and toast from some food you had in the fridge. I hope that's okay." "Yeah, that's fine. I'm sorry for interrupting you. You can go back to eating if you want." You can tell he may need some help, but you appreciate him trying to be considerate. "Let me help you out. I finished pretty much all the tasks you gave me, so I can put off eating for a little longer. What did you say those lyrics looked like?" "It’s just a filing folder with lined pieces of paper. They should still be somewhere here in the living room," Yoshi explains, gratefully accepting your offer.

Together, you start searching by the coffee table, flipping through various magazines and yesterday's mail, to no avail. Yoshi checks the nearby shelves and cabinets, his brows furrowing in concentration. You can't help but steal glances at him, the way his hair frames his face, the smell of his perfume hitting your senses every time he slightly passes by. The moment is intimate but not uncomfortable. You both continue to work diligently to find his paper, and for some reason, you have a sense of responsibility for making sure the papers return to their rightful owner.

After about 30 mins of non-stop scouring, Yoshi lets out a small sigh of frustration, running a hand through his hair. "I could've sworn I left them here." You glance around the living room one last time when your eyes land on a small stack of papers slid underneath the couch. You reach for them, pulling them out. "Are these the ones you're looking for?" Yoshi turns to look at you, a sparkle flickers in his sweet eyes. He quickly moves over, taking the papers from your hands and flips through them, "Yes, these are it! Thank you, Y/N." “I'm glad I could help, Yoshi." You felt almost like you were more relieved than he was. But it didn’t matter all that mattered has the smile radiating from his face. He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, seriously. If you weren’t here who knows how long it would’ve took. My boss isn’t the most patient to say the least." “Oh trust me I know how that feels.” At that, you both laugh, the tension from before completely dissipated. It's a nice moment, one that makes you look forward to continuing to house sit for Yoshi.

Yoshi, having found the missing lyrics, quickly gathered his things, thanking you once again before hurrying out the door. Left alone in the quiet house, you turned back to your half-eaten omelet, the cool air making it lukewarm. It wasn’t too bad thought so you finished your meal, finding comfort in the cozy home. After cleaning up your mess you pulled out your laptop and opened up the project you had been working on with Doyoung. Working through the project was a challenge, primarily due to the fact you had to work through what pieces of information he told you were actually relevant. You check through the little notes you guys actually got down and come up with an actually solid thesis.

After a few texts back and forth you and Doyoung managed to make significant progress, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she you finally closed your laptop. In that moment the sun was starting to set, you did one last look around the house, making sure that everything looked just as intended. As you locked the front door behind you, you found yourself looking back on the day of house-sitting. Anticipating what the week would look like. The walk back was refreshing albeit a little lonesome, you didn’t know why, but you suspect it was because of him.

The first week of the job was full of getting accustomed to the new environment. The house, despite its larger size, had a warm feeling that made you easily unwind. You found yourself settling into a comfortable routine, taking care of the house and its inhabitants (fish included) with vigor. Yoshi, despite being absorbed with his work, made sure to check in with you throughout the week. He’d call or text asking if you needed anything and if you were feeling comfortable.

One day, when you mentioned that you had forgotten to bring lunch, he knew the fridge was empty so he surprised you by dropping of some food from the grocery store right quick. “Oh Yoshi you didn’t have too, I could’ve gotten something delivered right quick.” “It’s ok I was on my lunch break as well anyways.” It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtful nature. There were other little gestures throughout the week as well. But the most memorable was when you came in on Friday with a note left on the fridge, 'Thank you for everything Y/N, have a nice weekend ;)' written in Yoshi's neat handwriting. The small gestures also made your heart flutter, you found that you had to remind yourself that he is probably this nice to everyone. That didn’t stop your mind from being filled with constant thought of him.

“I mean you never know until you shoot your shot.”, Doyoung brazenly comments. "You play too much Dobby. He's just being nice, plus he's my boss," you get really defensive, however you’re not able to hide the blush creeping up to your cheeks. "And besides, he has a kid! I don’t know if he’s looking for that all, especially not from me." "Hey, all I'm saying is that the option is clearly available. And you can’t assume his feelings, positive or negative.” He smirks before taking another sip of his boba and continuing to work on your shared project. "Whatever Doyoung..." You roll your eyes at him, your voice trailing off.

Despite what you said, you can't help but acknowledge some truth in his words. Could there be a chance that your feelings for Yoshi weren't unrequited? You haven’t known him long but your thoughts were consumed by the image of him, even when you weren't at his house. His smile, his voice, his scent - they were all you hand on your mind these past few days. You shake your head, trying to clear those thoughts for now. "Doyoung, let's just focus on our project." He raises his brow at the comment but nods, turning his attention back to the work at hand. You try to do the same, but your mind keeps wandering back to Yoshi and the strange, yet warm, feelings that have started to bloom in your heart.

Every corner of Yoshi's house seems to leave an imprint of him. His music sheets scattered scross the coffee table, the doodles of him and Jeongwoo with little captions left on the fridge, the sandwiches left in the fridge for you in case you got hungry. You've gotten adjusted to his routine as well. You know when he gets off for lunch, what days he gets off early, his favorite snacks, and even his favorite songs and TV shows. He's your employer, but he treats you more as a friend, throughout the past few weeks you’ve been working for him you can’t help but feel like you’re relationship is a little more special than that of employer and employee. You can't help but wonder if this is how it always is for him, or if there's something more behind it. “Hey Y/N I have a favor to ask.” “Yeah sure Yoshi what is it?” It’s been about a month now you’ve started to eat dinner with Yoshi when he gets off early, tonight you decided on some chicken katsu, Yoshi was feeling a little homesick. “I was wondering if you’d like to meet Jeongwoo and if that goes well baby sit him this weekend? You’d get paid extra of course…”

Your eyes light up, “Really? I’d love to meet Jeongwoo!” He laughs, that laugh you have come to adore, “Yeah, my parents wanted to go on a day trip but I’m still going to have work that day so I’d need you to watch him till I get home.” “Sounds great to me!” You guys decided on which day this weekend you were going to plan to have you and Jeongwoo meet as well as what would be expected when you watch him the day Yoshi’s gone of course. You couldn’t believe it that Yoshi felt like he could trust you with something as important as this. Jeongwoo was his everything you could tell just from the way he spoke about his little one.

“Dude if you don’t ask him out already,” Doyoung wastes no time. After that project at the beginning of the semester the two of you quickly became best friends. “Oh my god bruh, shut up. Although…” “See I told you, you need to just start openly flirting and see how he reacts at this point because I don’t know anyone else who regularly eats dinner with their boss who also now wants them to meet his kid.” Doyoung has gotten more persistent in telling you to ask Yoshi out. “I just don’t know Dobby what if he doesn’t see me that way. Ugh, I don’t think I could handle that right now.” You were never this bad with rejection in the past but with Yoshi it’s different he’s perfect, he’s your shooting star. “If you wanna keep suffering from one-sided love that’s on you, I’ve already told you what I think. Now can we please finish looking over this textbook section I’m not tryna bomb this test tomorrow.” You sigh and agree, even when your friend ends up falling asleep on call you circle back on his advice. He’s right you’ll never know unless you try, and you decide you’re goal is after baby sitting Jeongwoo to ask him out.

You were back to the beginning standing on Yoshi’s doorstep prepping yourself to push the doorbell, this time you heart raced with more anticipation than before. Having spent the past month and a half house-sitting for Yoshi was nothing when you consider that you were meeti g your boss’, you have a crush on, kid. “Hi Y/n, Jeongwoo is in the living room right now playing come on in!”As you walk into the familiar room you find Jeongwoo playing with his toys just as Yoshi said he was, he had a big toothy grin on his face and innocence in his eyes. “Hey buddy I got someone I want you to meet.” His gaze drawn to his fathers voice. He gets up hiding behind his dads leg as he studies your expression. “Jeongwoo this is Y/N she’s daddy’s friend. Introduce yourself.” He’s reluctant, “Hello Y/n I’m Jeongwoo.” you chuckled softly, he was so cute and resembled his father a lot. "Nice to meet you Jeongwoo. Is it ok if I play with you?” Jeongwoo looks to his dad for approval, once Yoshi gives an affirming nod, his smile slowly started to return, “Ok!” And you follow the little boy to sit down and play with the doctors kit you had put away many times before.

As Yoshi observed your interactions with Jeongwoo, he felt a storm of emotions. Watching you playing with his precious little one, seeing the genuine care and warmth in you had for him, Yoshi felt his heart twist and turn. Yoshi found himself lost in thought, reflecting on thesmall time you had spent together but noting just how comfortable and natural it felt. "Dad, look at this!" Jeongwoo's excited voice brought Yoshi back to the present, to show him a drawing you had help him make. “This is lovely bud, I’m gonna hang up right here ok?” “Ok, and Y/n helped so you should thank her too.” The look in his eyes being filled with sincerity, ”Thank you Y/N””Anytime Yoshi.” In that moment it became abundantly clear to Yoshi that his feelings for you were stronger than friendship or gratitude. He was in love with you.

Your first meeting with Jeongwoo was successful and you were set to babysit him this Thursday. And with Yoshi’s realization he was growing even more anxious. The last time he let someone into his life, the last time he loved someone, they left. Without a traces Jeongwoo’s mom left him, with only a note saying, “I’m sorry Yoshi. This is goodbye, take care of Jeongwoo for me. -XXX” What if you did the same, Jeongwoo wasn’t old enough to be affected when his mom lleft but if you left now… He hoped you wouldn’t, you were the best thing that’s happened to him a long a time. And Jeongwoo already loves you just as much as he did. “Please don’t leave me…” Is the last thing he mumbles softly, before drifting off to sleep.

Today is the long awaited day, arriving at Yoshi’s house around your usual time you enter. Before the boys get home you decided to clean up a bit, not neglecting the duties you were originally hired for, and as you finish up you hear a tiny footsteps from the front door. “Jeongwoo take of your shoes please before you—” “Y/N!” Before you have time to react the tiny boy has already jumped into your arms. “Jeongwoo~, ahh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.” “REALLY?” You try to respond right away but he sounded exactly like his dad on that first day you teo met and it instantly melted your heart. “Yes bubba! Now lets go take off your shoes and get ready to say bye-bye to your dad ok?” While directing him back to the front door you and Yoshi exchange a glance.

It was a glance of passion, of admiration, of love? You didn’t have to much time to think about it before Yoshi had to get going, ‘I should be back by around 7, have fun you two.” “Ok we will, Jeongwoo say bye.” “Bye Daddy~” They exchanged a embrace with kiss on the cheek and before you knew it he was gone. You and Jeongwoo started off with homework (which in pre k is addition, abc’s, and maybe some coloring sheets) which you knocked out quickly. After that you guys play for a while, you pretended to be his patient, “Oh no Dr. Jeongwoo will I be ok?” “Yes, it’s just a broken leg you’ll feel better soon. Your medicine is a cast and a nice big hug!” “Thank you so much Doctor.” Before you knew it it was dinnertime, hanging out with Jeongwoo has been so much fun that you didn’t even realize it was almost 7:30.

“Hey bubba I don’t know why your dad is late but I think it’s time to get ready for bed.” “Awww…” He gives you the cutest little pout just like Yoshi when you tell him you have to go. “I know but we can play more tomorrow if you really want to ok?” He nods. You then get him ready for bed and he goes to sleep without issues, but not it’s almost 8 and you’re really worried about Yoshi. Why is he late, did he get stuck in traffic, is he safe, did something happen at work? Until the front door opens in coming a very tired Yoshi. “Sorry I’m late there was a really bad accident on the freeway. How did everything go.” You didn’t care if it seemed inappropriate in that moment you were overcome with relief.

You hugged him a tight one at that, “I was so worried.” He doesn’t know how to react, you were worried about him? He accepts the hug, “I’m Sorry, next time I’ll tell you when something like that happens, I promise.” You step back allowing yourself to get a good view of his face and him of yours. Something is different tonight you can feel it. “Hey, do you wanna drink a beer with me? I’m assuming you put Jeongwoo to bed and are a little tired?” You chuckle at his suggestion as his cheeks turn slightly rosy. After cracking open the case of beers you guys sit and talk, Yoshi brings up that Jeongwoo likes you. “He couldn’t stop talking about you—” “Oh really?” “Yeah… and neither could I.” This time when your eyes meet you both see each other feelings very clearly now. “I can’t stop thinking about you, I need you, I wan’t you, shit I think…I love you.”

In seconds your lips are crashed together, his hands navigating towards your waist as you both sink into the couch, “I need you so badly.” “Me too,” you gasp during the fight between your tongues. Your lips swollen mouth going numb from the intensity, “Are you sure you want this?” Yoshi asks breaking the two of you apart, “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now Yoshi.” A low groan echoed from his lips, he quickly removes his shirt and helps you rid of yours. After, immediately reconnecting your wet lips together, teeth and lips and tongues clashing against one another as the space between you continued to decrease. He starts to trail down your neck, leaving small kisses scattered across your plush skin. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured against your chest, nipping lightly at your skin and leaving fluttering kisses across your torso. “So, beautiful baby.”

You are startled when his skillful hands undo the clasp of your bra, hastily tossing it to the side. His touch on your skin felt like burning bruises. You were melting at his touch and his scent overwhelmed your senses. “Yoshi,” you whimpered, clinging to him like he was going to ruin away, “I need you…now.” “Yeah?” He started to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your legs and throwing them with the rest of your clothes. His followed soon after. He teased you pulling at the hem of your underwear. “Love, do you really want this?”, he asks a final time before continuing. You nod, “As cute as your facial expressions are, I need words babe.” It’s a little late to be embarrassed now isn’t it, “Yes. Yoshinori please make love to me.” He smirked at you, that’s all he needed to hear. He quickly dealt with your underwear and proceeded to settle in between your legs. Letting them fall naturally over his shoulders. “I think that’s something I can definitely do.”

He kissed up your thighs, biting gently and leaving faint marks over the bare skin. You shuddered with every pressed kiss. The one on your clit giving you an instant of pleasure and relief where you needed him most. “You ready baby?” That melodic voice and glowing eyes you fell in love with looking for your approval once again yet this this time filled with lust. You were tired of holding back. You nod giving him the go ahead and he waste no time burying his face between your legs, licking a slow stripe over your entrance, “You smell and taste so good baby. You’re so perfect love.”

You could only hum in response, the way his tongue and his lips felt against your body had your mind running laps. Threading your fingers through his hair and pushed his face harder against you, he couldn’t help but letting his groans reverberate off you. Your orgasm was climbing up faster than you anticipated. You hadn’t had sex in a while so you knew it was gonna feel good but not this good. “Wait, Yo-Yoshi,” you managed to moan out, pushing his face away from you. He looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his chin. Did he do something wrong? Did you change your mind? “I need you inside…I wanna cum with you…”

He chuckles with a grin forming on his face once again leaning in to give you another passionate sloppy kiss. “Let me see…” He goes over checking in the TV stand for some condoms to no avail. “Shit…Love i’m sorry I—” You grab his arm and face him towards you, shutting him up with a kiss before speaking again, “Im clean and on the pill. I wanted you raw anyways baby.” Hearing how badly you wanted him as much as he wanted you put him at ease. He finally releases his dick from his boxers painfully hard and covered in pre cum. “Are you ready?” He asked softly lining up with your entrance, caressing your hair out of your faces gently. That look of care as if you were going to break with his touch. “I’m so ready.”

You squeezed his shoulders and gasped softly, trying not to make too much noise as he slowly bottomed out. It’s unlikely you’ll wake Jeongwoo considering he’s all the way upstairs but it’s better to be safe than sorry. He lets out a disheveled moan into your ears, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises in the morning. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Yoshi groaned quietly, his breathing heavy as he let’s you adjust to his size. “Move. Please…” you finally whimper, “Please… I need you.” His pace was slow to start, thrusting fully in and out of you making sure to feel every inch of you. Your lips locked together as to hide the lewd noises that threatened to escape at any moment. God you were so beautiful all he could do was whisper sweet nothings to you.

“I really love you, Y/N,” he moaned, “I don’t know the last time I loved someone as much as you.” “I love you too. So much,” you whined out, coming closer to your climax your vision became less and less focused, “Yoshi—Baby—I’m so close right there—mmm” Watching how good you felt and feeling how well you were milking him all he could do was agree. “Me too, baby, cum with me.” You nodded quickly, whines escape your lips from the overwhelming passion in your core. His pace started to stagger, “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.” Circling your clit the two of you came together. He held you closer to him as he released into you. You’re both out of breath, “Y/n…” suddenly his eyes are back to the Yoshi you know. “Yeah baby?”, looking at him you can’t help but fall in love all over again. “Please don’t leave me…I don’t know what I would do, what Jeongwoo would do if you left us now. Just stay with me ok, not just tonight but every night please?” “Oh Yoshi, how could I ever leave you.” You give him a quick peck on his sweaty forehead before reassuring him that you love him.

You end up laying there for a while before you both get up to do aftercare and cuddle in bed. You weren’t sure how things turned out this way exactly, or how you would explain it in the future but that didn’t matter to you right now. All you needed in that moment was each other and that was enough.

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An Office Affair

SUMMARY | Doyoung really needs you when he sees that you're wearing a short skirt at the office meeting. PAIRINGS | Doyoung/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, office au, CEO!Doyoung, older female/younger male, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, fluff towards the end RATING | Mature LENGTH | 2,775 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | no words lololol. just more smut lololol

“You can all leave for the day.” Kim Doyoung muttered from where he leaned at his desk and closed the portfolio he was looking at. Running a hand through his dark hair, he watched as the directors and executives filed out of his office. “Oh, Ms Park. Can you stay behind for a moment? I want to go over some things with you.”

Oh shit. What did you do this time?

As the others filed out of his office, Doyoung looked over to where you sat rooted in your seat, fiddling with your thumbs. With a sigh, he made his way over to where you sat and stood in front of you, before removing his black suit jacket and throwing it over your legs. “I swear woman, what were you thinking of wearing something revealing to the office?”

“I had my reasons.” You rolled your eyes, rose from your seat and hung the jacket on the coat rack. You turned to look at him before crossing your arms over your chest, Doyoung looking over at the length of your legs. “Why are you so upset, Doyoung? Unless…”

Doyoung wondered where he went wrong when he started to date this crazy woman. When he first met you, he thought you were this beacon of pure innocence. You had looked all cute and innocent but when he found out that you were actively going to the company's in-house gym, he noticed that you were actually toned in all the right places. It was at that moment that he wanted to get closer to the Financial Director and what better way than to invite you to dinner?

He didn’t care if this woman was older than him by a few years. At first he was hesitant about dating an older woman, especially one who worked in the office with him. But after a few months (and now years) of dating, he came to the realization that he liked being taken care of by an older woman.

And the sex was pretty amazing.

“But really Doyoung.” You ran a hand through your hair and huffed. “This normally doesn’t faze you. Why are you so upset at me today?”

“It’s not that I’m bothered by what you wear.” Doyoung gestured to your skirt. “It’s the looks that others give you.”

“Doyoung, everyone knows that we’re engaged.” You said, an eyebrow arched. “We’re getting married soon. You got jealous because of other guys?”

“Damn it, Y/N. Only I can see your body.” Doyoung muttered, a huff escaping him. “Just the sight of seeing your legs is making me crazy. I just…I just need you so bad right now.”

“Mmmm…I could help with that then.” You chuckled.

Locking the door to his office, Doyoung pulled you to him, giving you a soft kiss. You drew away from him, your dark eyes meeting his own, focusing on his face- to see the change in the austere planes as desire infused and etched his features. Hands on his shoulders, you pushed; he hesitated for an instant, then acquiesced and allowed you to steer him back- until the back of his calves hit the leather sofa in the office. At your prodding, he sat.

You followed, one hand on his shoulder as you brazenly flicked up your skirt and lifted one knee, then the other, placing them on the sofa on either side of his thighs. You sat, then edged forward along his hard thighs, leaned in, breast to chest, and kissed him.

Flagrantly, blatantly enticing; you were sure you didn't need to specify that this was your way of wanting him. Nor did you think, as your lips parted, then fused, as your tongues found each other's and dueled, as his hands rose to close firm and strong about your waist, that you needed to explain which path you wished to follow.

You wanted him.

Doyoung sat back, content with your direction, perfectly content, with your lips ravishing his, to follow your lead, to let you lead for the moment. To let the taste of you writh through his brain.

He unbuttoned your blouse, bared your breasts for his delectation, then closed his hands over them, heard your shattered sighs, felt your flesh warm and firm beneath his palms, and rejoiced. Your lips taunted and challenged. Inwardly smug, he drew you up, one arm across your hips; bending you back, he set his lips to her flushed skin, and heard you gasp.

Doyoung set about orchestrating a symphony from you, one of sensual, abandoned moans and short, breathy gasps, punctuated by near-sobs of pleading. Each sound acted powerfully on him, fled and lured his prowling hunger, made it yearn and strain all the more to break free, so it could feast, so it could gorge on you and be sated. More deeply and completely than ever before.

He feasted on your breasts, as your soft cries sounded delightful to his ears, as he felt your fingers twine and tangle in his hair. You were responsive, made not a move to hide it, no effort whatsoever to conceal all that he made you feel.

You eyes glinted from beneath heavy lids as he raised his head enough to look down on the rosy mounds he'd captured, enough to gloat over their beauty, enough to feel sharp, lancing satisfaction over their swollen roundness, their sumptuous weight, at the tightly furled nipples he'd slowly rolled beneath his fingertips.

You sucked in a tight, tortured breath. Your fingers, locked in his hair, tightened, then clenched. you tugged and he lifted his face- so he could kiss you again, so he could raise one hand and frame your face and sink into the luscious haven of your mouth. So he could taste you again and enjoy it.

He did, then abruptly found his head reeling. You reached down and found him, hard as steel, rigid as iron. You touched, then pressed your palm to his aching length, through the fabric of his slacks and boldly caressed.

And he was lost. Caught and swept adrift on an up swell of sensual heat, on a sharply rising wave of burning desire.

Before he could catch his breath, before he could summon enough wit, let alone will, to catch your hand and remove it, you slumped against him, bare breasts to his now equally naked chest- how did that happen?- and murmured, your voice now low and sultry, a siren's whisper in the night, "So Mr Kim…what else did you want me to help with?"

He couldn't think, so he didn't answer.

"Now that you got your precious fiancée all alone… what do you want?"

The words feathered over his lips as you sipped, supped, then let your lips drift to trace the line of his clenched jaw. All the while your fingers played. His fingers tensed on your back, then slid to the sides and gripped; he should lift you away, at least enough to gather his senses. But your breasts against his chest, was all too tempting.

"I..." He began.

You laid a finger across his lips. "Now Kim Doyoung, tell me what you really desire."

You offered him your mouth and he took it. Between them, you undid the buttons of his slacks; your small hand slid beneath the smooth fabric and found him. His groan rumbled in his throat as you curled your fingers around his hardness.

“Do you want my hands or mouth?” You kneeled in front of him, looking into his eyes. “Tell me what you want Mr Kim.”

His fingers gripped tighter in your hair, dragging your face to his erection. “Both please.”

You lowered your head, licked your lips, blew lightly across his tip. The deep rumble of pleasure tore through him, making him moan, which in turn, made you laugh. A jolt of electric excitement shot through him as you suddenly bent down and licked him from base to tip.

Your hand squeezed his shaft and you lowered your lips to lick the underside of his cock. You kept moving up and down, sliding your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting every inch of him.

Doyoung reached for your head, fingers tangled in your thick hair. “Y/N, baby, don’t stop.”

Gripping his ass, you drew his entire length into your mouth and stroked. Drooling from your lips, hot droplets seeped down onto his cock. You used your saliva to lubricate the full length of his shaft, feeling him shudder. As his orgasm neared, you increased the pace, the rhythm of your strokes matching the frantic beat of his heart. When his release broke free, he bit down on your shoulder and grunted as his cum filled your mouth.

Licking and sucking the remaining cum from his tip, you hummed softly and gazed up at him through dark lashes, licking your lips suggestively.

"Come here." He tugged gently at your hair. You sat back on your heels, catching your breath, letting his cum drip from your chin. He helped you stand, taking your skirt and panties off, and turned you to face the wall. Doyoung fell to his knees and wrapped his hands around your thighs. He gazed up at you and grinned wickedly. "Stroke yourself baby, I'm going to eat you out."

Slowly, deliberately, you slid two fingers inside your pussy, pumping slowly as he looked up at you and licked his lips. Leaning forward, he planted soft kisses along your inner thigh, tantalizing you with the mere hint of his lips on your clit. Your hips bucked, seeking contact. He slid another finger inside and groaned at the wet warmth.

"Keep stroking your beautiful little pussy." He nuzzled the delicate skin just above your hip bone. "Show me how wet you are."

You leaned forward, giving him better access to the most sensitive area of your body. Doyoung continued kissing your inner thigh and trailed gentle kisses up your leg. Then he bit your calf and paused.

He stared into your eyes, as if trying to read you. "You're soaking wet, Y/N. Do you like this?"

“Yes.” You gasped, your fingers still working furiously within you.

Doyoung opened his mouth, and with a single motion, latched onto your pussy and thrust his tongue inside. You cried out, your free hand clutched at his hair, tangling it even more.

You then grabbed the wall with the hand that had used to stroke yourself, bracing yourself. He lapped hungrily at your juices, filling his mouth with the taste of your arousal. He moaned around your clit and started moving faster, taking you deeper. With a loud moan, you came, Doyoung never breaking eye contact with you.

Finally, he smiled broadly and nodded. "That was nice. Now I'll get started on the main course."

Reaching between your legs, he slid his middle finger into your dripping hole.

"See?" He said, teasing you. "Still so fucking wet."

“Fuck, Doyoung.” You moaned out. “I need you.”

He turned you around, wrapping his arms around you, and moved back up to kiss you. Then placed both of his hands under your ass and lifted you up, pressing you firmly against the wall. Looking down, he winked and put his hand behind your neck, guiding you into a heated, passionate kiss.

As his mouth devoured yours, he pushed his hips against yours, sending chills down your spine. Lifting you higher, he began rocking against you, causing a growing ache to start between your legs. One hand traveled to cup your breast and squeeze it firmly, eliciting a whimper from you.

“How bad do you want it?” Doyoung whispered, leaning closer to your ear. “Tell me.”

Without hesitation, you said, “I want you so badly Doyoung. Please fuck me!”

“Mmhmm, good girl.” He whispered into your ear. He continued to grind against you, but slowed the pace, pushing his hardness further inside of you. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me. How much do you want me baby?”

You didn’t hesitate when answering, “All of it Doyoung. Please fill me up with your cock. Fuck me hard.”

He smirked, “Can you handle it?”

“Of course. I love you Doyoung,” You replied passionately. “Please give me everything you have.”

“Good girl. That’s right, tell me how much you love me.” He thrust into you hard, making you cry out. “That’s right, keep talking. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Ahhhh! Doyoung, I’m begging you. Please. I want you so much. I can’t take it anymore!”

“I know baby, that’s why I love you so much.” Doyoung grabbed hold of your waist and started pounding into you harder. The sensation of being stretched so wide sent shivers down your spine. “Oohhh yes, that’s right. Show me how much you love it.”

He increased the tempo of his thrusts, sliding deeper and deeper inside of you. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your walls each time he plunged. Each time, you called out his name, urging him to go harder. You knew he wanted to hear how much you loved him, so you said it again and again.

Soon, your breathing became labored and your cries were coming faster and louder. Before long, you reached a point where nothing mattered except having him inside of you. No matter how much he pounded into you, it felt so good. Every single second was worth it. In that moment, you forgot about everyone and everything else, and only focused on feeling his presence inside of you. The way your flesh was sliding against each other, the way your nails dug into his arms. You arched your back, drawing him deeper inside of you, and whispered his name.

“Doyoung.” You sighed out, pushing your pussy tight against his cock.

“Yeah,” He said in response. He continued to slide his cock in and out of you, picking up speed. “Say it again. Say how much you love me.”

In an instant, he picked up the pace, slamming his cock inside of you, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body. You cried out his name again, over and over, riding out the waves of bliss.

With one final thrust, he emptied himself inside of you. He let out a long groan as you tightened around him, your pussy contracting wildly. Holding you tightly against him, he leaned down to press his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. After a few moments, he pulled back, gazing down at you tenderly.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

“More than okay.” You replied happily. “That was amazing.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and he continued to caress your arm.

“If we were doing this at home, I would give you some rest.” He told you.

“Oh no, we can’t end this here.” You laughed. “There is too much left to be done.”

“You’re so funny. But, we should probably clean ourselves up first.” He said. He took a cloth from his desk drawer and began wiping your body clean. When he was finished, he stood up and pulled you to your feet, holding you tightly against him. He helped you get dressed and straighten your clothes. “Seems like the whole company heard us.”

“Well, you’re the boss.” You chuckled as you gave him a kiss. “So I’m sure everyone won’t care what the boss gets up to with his fiancée in his office.”

Smiling slightly, Doyoung stood and pulled you into his arms again. Holding you tightly, he kissed your forehead. “That is true...so what are we going to do about the rest of the day?”

“What does my favorite workaholic want to do?” You asked coyly, leaning into his body.

“This isn’t over yet baby. We’ll definitely continue this later tonight.” He sighed, his arm wrapped around you protectively. “Does my favorite workaholic want to join me?”

“That sounds like a plan." You playfully slapped his arm. "But first, we need to finish our business meeting for this evening. And then we can head home together. Sounds fair?”

Smiling down at you, Doyoung pressed a kiss to your lips. “Sounds great to me.”

Then, looking up at him, you gave him a playful look. “Did you enjoy yourself today Mr Kim?”

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. “More than you could possibly imagine Ms Park. More than you could possibly imagine.”

You smiled at him and squeezed him tightly. “Now let’s get back to work.”

You walked over to a pile of papers and started picking them up, pretending not to notice the wide smirk on Doyoung’s face.

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unique-high · 5 months

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NCT 127 X S/O With locs

REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs

a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.

side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.

another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.

NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.

JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.

“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”

The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.

Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”

“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”

“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”

MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.

“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”

“Baby blue.”

“I'm feeling baby blue too.”

“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.

You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.

DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.

This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.

“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.

The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.

Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.

Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.

“Do you think the colors look good on me?”

“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”

“Boy, stop.” you laughed.

Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”

JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.

“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.

He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”

You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”

Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.

From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.

“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.

“Bathroom!”

He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.

“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”

You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”

He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.

“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”

TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.

“Um, actually I do.”

“Can he fight?”

“You tryna fight my man, sir?”

“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”

He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”

And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.

He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪

TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.

“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.

“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”

“Sky blue would look lovely.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”

Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.

“Want to help with the color?”

“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”

These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.

YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.

You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.

When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.

“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”

“You were my inspo boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.

He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”

“You for real?”

“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.

HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.

“I really don't haechan.”

“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”

“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”

“Still blue, y/n.”

“Electric blue.”

“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”

“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”

“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”

“Go die in the corner.”

“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”

“Nah. Now go die.”

“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”

“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”

“Mmm.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.

“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”

“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”

“Something like what, Haechan?”

“It has job in it.”

“Oh, boy hell nah.”

JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.

“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.

“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”

Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”

“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.

“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”

“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.

He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 1 year

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MTL to have a breeding kink - (NCT 127 edition)

with motivations because why not author's note: don't mind me just making a subtle comeback after what feels like eons. :)

most

JEFFERY (jaehyun) Haechan Yuta

Johnny Doyoung

Mark Jungwoo Taeyong

Taeil

least

Jaehyun - literally thinks it's the most romantic thing ever. For him the purpose isn't necessarily like, to mark you or anything but def feels like it brings you two closer. I feel like Jeff- sorry... Jaehyun thinks it's somewhat of a bonding thing. It's a really sweet and sentimental act for him.

he's also well aware you're on birth control but part of him hopes you can start a family soon cuz he's down with that shit or whatever🥺

Haechan

Genuinely just because he's freaky as fuck! Like the first time you do it without a condom, he def ends up over-stimming you and himself because of how fucking good it feels. Like when I tell you this man is whipped for your pussy, I mean it.

Kinky ass bitch (smh)

Yuta

As sweet of a partner as he can be, this man is the literal devil in the bedroom. So fucking possessive and it's kinda hot iwl. Like he's territorial to a fault. If you were to go to a friend's party or something with him, he's fine with you living your life but when somebody starts getting a little too comfy while chatting you up and see you entertaining them purely for comedic purposes so you can have a good laugh back home with yuta at how terrible the persons attempt at picking you up was, he's fuming. Politely pulling you aside into the host's guest bathroom and fucking the shit out of you. Takes your panties and gives you a little kiss telling you to keep it all in so that when your little friend chats you up and it starts dripping you'll be a humiliated mess and it's all because of Yuta.

Talk about a sadist...

Johnny

Now he may seem like such a gentleman, heck that's why your parents are so fond of him. If only they knew what really went on in his mind. This guy has an array of freaky shit he's into but his absolute favourite has got to be filling you up. Absolutely loves the face you make when you feel his warmth in you. Thinks you're so cute. He's also a sucker for the absolute mess he makes of you. "C'mon baby, you heard your parents, we can't keep 'em waiting any longer for a grandchild. Now, be a good girl and take it". He knows you're absolutely whipped for him when he hears you babbling on about carrying his kinds and whatnot.

What a menace

Doyoung

Wowwww, he just likes the absolute thrill of it. The thought of him knocking you up turns him on to no end. Can't help but get all giddy at the thought of having a family with you. And he acts like he's a nonchalant mf but can't wait to see the day you become a mommy.

aww he's such a sweetie

Mark

He finds it so hot cumming in you but is shit scared of actually getting you pregnant since you guys are still pretty young. Probably won't fuck you raw as often as any of the guys above him on the ranks but still finds it nice. He thinks it's like cute and when you guys raw dog it (I'm so sorry I realise how goofy that sounds💀) he gets all soft (not literally) but he's all cuddly and likes staying in you for a while and just lays atop of you and wraps you in such a warm embrace after. "M-Mark... baby you can get out now." "Just one more minute, you're so nice and warm"

he's such a big baby... emphasis on big👀

Jungwoo

Now don't get him wrong, he finds it so sexy and definitely gets the hype of fucking raw. but... it really doesn't do anything for him. Like he's not doing it to claim you or knock you up but purely because if it's shit you're into then he'll do it to make you happy.

aww gosh darn it, c'm'ere sweet baby.

Taeyong

He'd rather cum on your boobies. He's such a titties man Like, I know we're moving more into an ass or titties type mtl but he's not about that. Besides, he's already your baby. why would you want another?🥺🥺

damn it now i'm all soft...

Taeil

My man is not about that 24/7 babysitting life. Bitch has it hard as is, babysitting the neos from 9 to 5. When he gets home, he'd rather it just be you and him against the wall- I mean world.🤭

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yongislong · 2 years

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tiktok prank + 127.

genre: illichil tries to open a jar that you glued shut! lol! fluff, crack, humor, nonidol!127 but its not specified, i hope my humor comes across through this...

cw/note: none but lmk! omg this request was so fun to do, ty anon and sorry it took so long! i've never done like... a typical reaction type of writing style before so it was kinda funny, these are a lot shorter than what i usually write, but yeah! send reqs if you have them! i will always get to them even if it takes me a minute. lmk if you want dreamies or wayv version! not proofread lol

taeil... i can't get it off. depends on the day actually, but i feel like he'd kinda give up LMAO. would be like mf i cant open it :-| or would probably get some pink rubber gloves to try and pull it off and it looks SO ridiculous that you have to break it to him that you glued it shut because you're convinced he's gonna break his hand before he even opens it. he is embarrassed LMFAO

johnny... there you go babe! the biggest dorkiest, most annoying smile on his face because he genuinely didn't notice anything different about the jar and you are... shell shocked. once you tell him you glued it shut his eyes almost pop out of his head because he actually didn't realize he was that strong... it kinda makes your head spin how innocent and cute he is about it, he knows how hot it was though

taeyong... GAHHHH. grunting loud as hell as he's gripping and twisting that thing for DEAR LIFE oh my god. his mom cooks so i'm sure he has some tips and tricks up his sleeve that'd he'd try and oh, oh boy, would he try all of them. eventually you have to tell him to stop after he lays down on the floor with various can openers, towels, rubber grippers, etc scattered all over the place, trying to catch his breath

yuta... silent smirk. he would struggle for a couple tries but gets a grip on it that pops it open. your eyes pop out of your head and you stumble over your words as he wordlessly smirks and hands you the jar back with a kiss to your temple. you chase after him and tell him the jar was glued shut and he literally won't stop flexing. would take this to the grave. when you watch superhero movies he always refers back to this moment and how he could beat them in any fight because cmon, he's the yuta nakamoto

doyoung... what the fuck. incoherent mumbles. is too prideful to give up and you almost want to not tell him simply because you just wanna let his stubbornness take over, its the funniest thing. he's sitting on the couch, laptop and phone open, both playing different videos on how to open jars that are too tight. eventually gets it open and it so cocky about it, he's pretty though so you allow his smile to get wider once you tell him you glued it shut

jaehyun... huffing an puffing. literally breathing so hard, you know he's strong so you're honestly shocked its so hard for him. he puffs out his cheeks as he presses his lips into a thin line, looking like that smiling bread meme lol. his dimples poke out sm. he eventually gets it open with a loud pop, pats you on the shoulder and asks you to never ask him to do anything for you again LMAO. you tell him the jar was actually glued shut and he feels a lot better about himself pft

jungwoo... confusion. would asses the situation LMFAO. literally so shocked like damn, what the fuck is this. asks you to forget whatever you were cooking because at this point its not worth it. flips and rotates the jar a thousand times to understand how something could be shut this tight. is convinced its a manufacturing error jdsjk. you tell him its glued shut and gets so ??? because damn it was a prank that backfired on you as well now and you have to eat buttered noodles for dinner!

mark... WOAH dude. shocked pikachu face. tries to open it through giggles but to be honest he gives me sweaty hand energy and he's so annoyed that the jar keeps slipping from his fingers but his reflexes are good so its ok. i have a feeling mark is hiding small yet insanely strong biceps under all his clothes so he gets it off once he wipes his hands on his shorts a couple times. tells you to not buy those brand of pickles again but kisses your temple as he leaves. you honestly don't tell him you glued it shut because you can tell how confused he is about the whole situation as he slightly tilts his head with a pensive face once hes sat at dinner

haechan... AHHGGHGHHAAAaaaa. squealing. screaming. his eyes are shut so hard. neck craned all the way back as he lets out all his frustrations. you tell him to shut up because you live in a complex lol. in the midst of all your playful arguing he pops the jar open and in the process spills half the bottle on your matching pj set. speechless for about 45 seconds. you both look at each other wide eyed as you finamly tell him shyly it was supposed to be a prank and he is fully straight faced LMFAO you both agree to never speak of this

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neodreamgirl · 7 months

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My First Impressions of NCT Before I Became an NCTzen (Part 1: '94-96' Liners)

Taeil: For some reason I thought he was the leader. I didn't think he was the oldest, probably thought he was in the middle. I thought he was very serious, definitely thought he was a vocalist. You know what...He definitely gave me Jongho from Ateez vibes without the cuteness. Could definitely knock a bitch out for some reason. He definitely gave off that vibe. Something just told me he could.

Johnny: I did NOT think he was the second oldest member of the group. Hell, I didn't even think he was in the hyung line...He gave me major goofy vibes, very sexy though. Idk he just has a super goofy look. Before I got into NCT, I knew of him but I couldn't tell you what I thought his role in the group was.

Taeyong: I had no idea why his face was everywhere. At the time, I didn't even know there was a center role in K-Pop groups (or in any group) so I was just like damn...SM got a favorite! Rightfully so because I thought he was so cute and unique looking. In terms of the vibes that he gave off...I couldn't tell you what they were. He was so hard to read, I remember just thinking he was cool as fuck. Hear me out...Remember when Justin Bieber went through that Bizzle phase? That's what he reminds me of. Not the lightskin delinquent part, but rather the swagger and the fact that mf was EVERY. WHERE. Unreadable but was fine as hell, the hot topic, in every hit song, and a lot of tattoos. But Taeyong style. With a unique sense of fashion. I didn't think he was the leader.

Yuta: Super quiet yet sexy. I didn't think there would be much to him in terms of humor for some reason (I was proven wrong as HELL). Tell me why I thought this mf was a rapper? He doesn't have that niggaboo shit going on so I'm not sure why I thought that? I guess because he just gave off a certain edgy vibe, I thought SM would assign him as a rapper? I'm not sure tbh. I'm glad he wasn't chosen as a rapper, though, because he has a gorgeous voice like wtf...Also this is so funny but he gave me the impression that he wouldn't hurt a fly. Like, as in he would never fight someone but...LMFAO we know damn well he would beat the dog shit out of somebody.

Kun: I first saw Kun in one of those little skit thingies where he was with Jeno,Jaemin, Haechan, Renjun and I forgot who else, and they had to find out who killed somebody. You know what I'm talking about? Kun's role in that was a police officer (or security guard) and he looked FINE AS SHIT. He had long hair at that time. Anyway, I thought he was so damn sexy and smart. He gave off major serious, don't fuck with me, vibes. Like if he was my coworker, we would only speak from 9am-5pm. Not before or after. He didn't strike me as the kind of person that would go up to a coworker in public and say hi to them, but would politely smile if the coworker noticed him first and greeted him. Would hate California, but would prefer New York. IDK that's the vibe I had gotten from him.

Doyoung: I thought he was a nerd. I would have guessed he was a vocalist 100%. Definitely gave me the vibes of someone that sang in his church's choir when he was growing up. He definitely took it very seriously and was a snitch. He gave me the impression that he was sweet. Idk he just has the face of someone that is a major sweetheart. Very adorable cheeks.

Ten: Ten is an interesting individual because he was the member I saw the most aside from Taeyong. I remember thinking he took dancing very seriously and wasn't here for the nonsense. He seemed very likable but to himself. Like the type of person that everyone in school knows, but he only knows the people he associates with. I couldn't tell you if he was a singer or rapper in the group, but obviously I knew he was a dancer. I think there was a time I assumed he was the leader. I remember being surprised that he's younger than Johnny.

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wooahaes · 11 months

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fight, flight

pairing: non-idol!doyoung x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship au

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: reader + doyoung in a cemetery late at night due to a lost bet. not a zombie au but mention of them (to try and spook reader). someone gets punched in the fic (by reader). some food/drink mentions.

daisy's notes: maybe hes a prince ok

“What if zombies started sprouting from the ground right now?”

For once, you thought you’d never hated your boyfriend more for losing a game. When someone suggested “loser spends a few hours in the cemetery at night,” you thought that Doyoung would be fine. That he’d manage to not come dead last at the game, and yet here the two of you were. You didn’t even have to be there, technically, but he’d begged for you to take pity on him and come keep him company. He’d even talked Hyunsuk and the others into going back on their insistence that he go alone (Hyunsuk always seemed to have a soft spot for him) to let you come with him. And now he seemed carefree as he could be, walking ahead of you, keeping away from the graves as he stuck to the dirt paths between them. You merely huffed, hugging yourself tighter because it was cold, damn it, and you would much rather be making hot chocolate with your housemates right now.

“Are you scared?” His eyes were twinkling more than any of the stars overhead. He made his way over to you, hands reaching up to cup your face. “I’ll protect you if you are. Don’t worry—There’s nothing here that can—”

A twig snapped, and immediately Doyoung grabbed onto your shoulder, pushing you in front of him as he cowered behind you.

“Oh my god, it’s actually haunted and we’re gonna die—”

The panic in his voice made you snort, Doyoung’s arms wrapping around one of yours. “Dobby—”

“Don’t make fun of me!” He whined, “we’re in a cemetery right now! Most people would be terrified!”

It only made you laugh a bit more. When did he become so cute? He’d always been cute in your eyes, to be fair, but this was a little bit different. He just held onto you tighter, pouting a little to ham up said cuteness even further.

“You’re so mean,” he squeezed your arm a little more, almost using you as a shield from any further scares. “Now you have to protect me to make up for it.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pulled your arm free. “It’s fine, Doyoung,” you said. You tucked your hands into your pockets, walking ahead of him. “There’s trees we can go sit under for a while. Your friends never said we had to keep walking.”

Doyoung blinked, and then smiled as he hurried over to you. “Right!” He was beaming again, hands tucked into his own jacket’s pockets. “We can cuddle or something.”

You slowed a little in your pace, Doyoung still lagging behind. He’d started rambling about some assignment that he had for class, but that his professor had promised leftover Halloween candy because they were one of her favorite classes to teach (apparently the senior seminar was getting on her nerves). The sound of crunching leaves had caught your attention, though, not close enough to just be Doyoung and his careless steps. Walking a little slower, you managed to fall back and into step with Doyoung… Right as you saw a hand curl around his shoulder.

Doyoung screamed. You, however, threw a punch instead. And Hyunsuk hit the ground, clutching his stomach as you realized exactly who’d begun sneaking around. You could hear howls of laughter coming from behind the two of you, and you turned to see where Jihoon was clutching a flashlight and losing it.

“Fuck!” He’d groaned in pain. “Why did you—”

Doyoung lightly kicked him, not enough to hurt in the slightest. “Why were you sneaking around?!”

“We were—” Hyunsuk pushed himself up so he was sitting. “We were going to scare you!”

It was at this point that realization struck you, and you’d begun profusely apologizing to Hyunsuk for literally decking him in the stomach. You offered a hand to him, pulling him off of the ground until he finally waved a hand to cut you off.

“It’s fine,” he said. “You were protecting Doyoung.”

Doyoung wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in with a cheeky grin. “Just like they promised,” he giggled, wrapping his other arm around you. He leaned against you, “Does this mean we can leave?”

Jihoon had finally calmed down. He nodded toward the other direction, “I’m buying you hot chocolate.”

Doyoung lit up a little, “Really?”

“Not you,” Jihoon said, and nodded toward you, “them. I wish I got that on camera.”

Which set Hyunsuk off as he darted toward Jihoon, who narrowly avoided him. Doyoung looked at you for a moment as the two took off, Hyunsuk yelling something about how Jihoon would have sent that video to everyone. The two of you merely sighed, Doyoung’s hand slipping into your own as you set after them—only calling out to them to stop yelling and be respectful.

“Thank you,” Doyoung said to you after a few minutes of walking. “For protecting me.”

You giggled quietly, tightening your grasp on his hand. “Of course,” you said. “I’m your knight.”

“Does this make me a prince?” He teased, although that pretty look in his eyes made you say yes without hesitating.

(You’d stick a crown emoji by the heart one that followed his name in your phone later, too.)

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ncityavenue · 2 years

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Hi, I'm so glad I'd found this blog, could you possibly do a reaction/headcannon with nct 127 about their thoughts when they first saw you please?

Reading my mind, I've been meaning to do this but I just didn't know if I should write it or not but now that someone asked &#^#%@&$!!!!

Disclaimer: some might be taken place in Highschool/College!! Also sorry if these become whole ass stories BFIWBDUWBSKDK😭😭 and some might be mainly dialog than explanation. Plus, I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted I tried my hardest [to anon<3]

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NCT 127 seeing you for the first time

TAEIL

I feel like Taeil is a person that is only social with people he knows and the only people he knows his members, so him seeing you for the first time he definitely thinks that he should talk to you but he's hesitant so he has Johnny talk to you to get you to come over, he warns him not to do too much charm. And after like 2 drinks Taeil is the most talkative, he doesn't really think of what he thought of you he just says em' straight says that you are one of the prettiest people he has seen.

JOHNNY

Basically, you walk past him in a supermarket, yes supermarket. And He nearly breaks his neck turning around to look at you thinking 'damn they fine as hell' , he looks at Mark and he's like "Dude, did you see them?" And Mark being clueless he's like "I don't know?" Johnny sucks his teeth and just watches you from afar. Lowkey a little creepy but aye🤷🏾‍♀️, then he sees that you're struggling with getting toilet paper on the top shelf. THAT IS HIS CUE. He swoops in and grabs it for you, you look up to thank him with your cute smile and he's like "nah I have to get her number."

Mark is just like "can we go?"to Johnny after like 50 minutes of chatting with you, and he succeeds by getting your number. YAS!

TAEYONG

He sees you giggling across from his table in the lunchroom with your friends, until one of your friends spot him looking at you he immediately puts his head down shyly. But 5 minutes afterwards, he sees your figure stand over him asking if he wants to sit with you and your friends, he obliged, he honestly is star struck by you and a little intimidated given your reputation vs his.

He doesn't talk much besides when you ask him a question or force him into a convo because he's just so busy analyzing your mannerisms.

WHIPPED TAEYONG.

YUTA

Honestly, Yuta has seen you plenty of times to already know your name,friends name, classes you take, and your favorite classes. He thinks your pretty cute and he would love to keep you company, Romantic wise. Yuta finding out you have 2 mutual friends of his, it's too good to be true! You guys only have 2 classes together Algebra and Living Environment, so he makes the best out of it by sitting next to you in L.E.

"Good morning." He smiles at you, you jump a bit from the sudden deeper voice ringing in your ear now.

"Oh! Morning, Yuta right?" You questioned, he nods with smirk. Externally, he's calm. Internally, he's FANGIRLING 😭.

You guys chat the entire time, barely paying attention to your work. You've been found Yuta attractive but was just too scared to talk to him considering he looks like someone who would rather be left alone. By the end of the day, your number is in his phone and his is in yours.

DOYOUNG

Typical.

A tired doyoung shuffling his way in the café that you worked at, you were taking a break but once you saw your favorite customer ever you wrapped your apron around your waist and stepped behind the cash register.

"Oh, Doyoung you look so tired!" You say, He nodded as he sat in one of the chairs nearby. He's stopped by this café so much that you already knew his order. So, you started on it and after 15 minutes you served it but this time you sat in the chair across from him.

He thought you were way to kind for his own good, the first time he saw you he honestly knew that you were gonna be his good luck charm.

JAEHYUN

You wouldn't think jaehyun would be shy to approach anyone but that's exactly how he is with you, everytime he does though it's always with a friend having to start a conversation for him. (I lowkey relate to jaehyun on this😪✋🏾). He really likes your vibe, it's calm yet chaotic. Which matches him perfectly, he likes that everytime he says one of his dad jokes you're the first cracking up. Not to be conceited of himself but he sees a little bit of himself in you which kinda attracts him. Idk if this is me saying jaehyun is attracted to himself but it won't be the last time

You being invited to a hang out at Mark's house means a conversation with Jaehyun, everyone is doing there own thing which gives you and Jaehyun time to chat. The conversation is pretty mellow, Y'ALL VIBING OR WTVR🤭. The hang out ends with Jaehyun volunteering to take you home since it did become pretty late.

*wink wink*

JUNGWOO

"I thought you were such a bitch." Is the confession that jungwoo tells you after you ask him what his first impression of you was. He slaps his hand over his mouth laughing as you mouth goes agape.

"JUNGWOO THAT'S NOT NICE."

"YOU ASKED ME AND YOU SAID BE HONEST."

"NOT THAT HONEST."

"Honest with a sugar coat?"

You pouted looking down, jungwoo awed as he hugs you apologizing, "I didn't mean it like that, obviously I don't think that way anymore.."

"Then what do you think of me now?" You questioned plotting your chin on his shoulder.

"I think you're insanely gorgeous and sweet." Jungwoo admits. You took your chin off his shoulder immediately looking into his puppy eyes.

You tilt your head and without asking the "do you like me?" Question, he just nodded his head as if he knew what you were about to ask.

His lips were just too plump and juicy not to kiss, so you leaned in giving him a smooch that he long awaited for.

"I love you too."

Then the rest was history...*wink wink* OKAY IM DONE.

MARK

Well, it didn't take long for Mark to meet you since you were friends with Johnny and wherever Johnny went, he went. He was a stuttering mess seeing you, your afro that almost glistened in the sun and your beautiful melanin skin that shined He honestly thought that he was seeing a goddess infront of him. To the point he actually asked Johnny "Dude...is she real?" And Johnny just looked at him like 🤨.

He felt your confidence everytime you walked up to him it nearly knocked him off his feet, HE WAS WHIPPED. The stare that you gave him was also breathtaking, you thought he was just a bundle of cuteness. His stutter, his nervous laugh, everytime you ask him something that revolves about his hobbies he scratched the back of his head with a 'uhhhh', his "what?" To Johnny everytime you and him flirt.

You also couldn't help his shy boy ways so you out of the blue asked him if he was up to go out with you. You were so interested with the boy that you needed to know more. His first instinct was to say no because he was all too nervous but Johnny pushed him to go with you.

THE OUTFIT YOU WORE. LORD DID YOU WANT TO KILL HIM OR SOMETHING???

Every little thing he said made you giggle not because you took him as a joke but because he was so fucking cute.

And even being in a committed relationship with him now, he still has his nervous shy boy ways.

HAECHAN

At first, you didn't wanna deal with such a clingy energetic loud boy but that's only what other people thought that never spoken to haechan thought.

He honestly thought you were the hottest thing ever, the minute yall started becoming friends it didn't take him long to start his flirtiness. Ugh! How he loved calling you at 12pm (facetime) to just see your face and hear your voice just to say "AIIIGOOOOO GWIYEOBDAAAA!!! (cute)" and end the call. He does it because he has the freewill to do it.

He tells you exactly what he thinks, he gives you all his loving that he has to offer. I don't have to tell them I like them, they know. Is exactly how he thinks, but honestly do you?

It all goes down when you are making some dinner and he just hugs you with his anime girl giggle, you fuss at him but he doesn't budge. You like the attention he gives you but you're not sure if he's just being a affectionate friend or actually likes you.

"I'm cooking haechan."

"But I love you."

"I lo- HUH?"

He smirks looking at you, "I love you."

"Like friend? Orrrr-"

"Definitely not friend."

Your face heats up as you try to hide your smile but fail miserably, "I- I love you too."

He kisses your cheek with a simple "CUUUUTEEEEEE!"

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sinisxtea · 5 months

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DOYOUNG ALBUM THOUGHTS

ok welcome to my album review rant today we're reviewing doyoung's album. it's a quite lengthy album too. tbh surprised at the amount of songs i actually enjoyed because ballards are usually a hit or miss for me, because i don't like hearing just straight vocals.

(im a doyoung stan i must stream yknow)

not going to review every song on the album bc i tuned out some of them... 😭

little light

upon first listen, i lowkey almost tuned it out, i'm sorry... but second time listening to it, since it is the title track, i'm paying more attention to it. the song is very j-pop coded?? in my opinion, the ballad-rock kinda vibe does fit doyoung and this was what i expected, but a teeny tiny part of me was hoping for a little bit more sm core style of music, with the experimental stuff, but this works too. havent watched the mv yet but i'll check it out soon, maybe look up the lyrics translation, cause songs have more meaning when you understand the lyrics too.

from little wave

tell me why it's giving mario kart... imagine listening to this while driving on rainbow road damn. no but this is such a car cruising driving song, and i pretty much liked it immediately upon first listen. the chorus is SO GOOD??? like doyoungs vocals shine on the whole album cause he's that talented but this one really demonstrates it i think. you can disagree with me lmfao idc. it's kinda giving 80s love ballad, and that's such a beautiful vibe of music i really like it a lot...

time machine

lowkey was a surprise to see mark and taeyeon featured on the album, but i actually really like this one. the vocals hard carried obviously, but mark + doyoung combo really hits hard lowkey they should do more stuff like this together. i'm a sucker for male-female vocal duets, so this one was so cute and sweet. i know why mark considers himself an "ARTIST" not a rapper lmfao. (also im waiting for mark's solo album...... SM PLEASE)

lost in california

THIS IS THE SONG I WILL BE REPLAYING OVER AND OVER THIS MONTH I THINK. hello it's so good why wasn't this the title track? it reminds me of "i don't think that i like her anymore" by charlie puth and that song hits hard. also the vibes are immaculate. seems way more sm core than ballad so obviously i prefer this lmfao... love the little harpsicord instrumental too that was so neat. sm pick ur title tracks better thanks.

rest

i got more appreciative of the song after the chorus came on, but it gives like jpop vibes?? jpop really has that hard metal/rock aspect, and this album has quite a few songs like that. all in all, this wasn't really a favorite favorite, but it definitely stood out to me because it wasn't a ballad lmfaooo. didn't add this one to my playlist but i do think it's pretty good.

dallas love field

this is so country coded guys...... and guess who actually listens to country? me anyways neat cause it's called dallas love field... but regardless i quite enjoyed this a lot, and seeing the country core vibes radiate off of this... like damn im gonna make doyoung cowboy edits soon just watch. (for legal reasons thats a joke im a doyoung stan don't come for me) the only weird part is the bridge, with all the voices chiming in, but other than that i like the phillips phillips vibes that remind me of my 2010s era.

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yutaholic · 2 years

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i know everyone is talking abt flipside, but i need the moment to praise how good "before i go" and "make me move" are. THESE STORIES WERE WORTH THE LARGE WORD COUNT. HAD ME SOBBING, HAD ME IN MY FEELS, HAD ME FEEL SO GOOD. I LOVED IT ALL

keep up the work and stay healthy <33333

Thank you so much!! I was working on Before I Go's epilogue last night and it's super cute (it's also surprisingly long and comes with a twist!) Would you like a little snippet of it?? I haven't edited it yet though lol

You leaned back against the headboard and sighed, glancing down at the baby nursing at your breast. Your eyes wandered to Doyoung. Again.

Doyoung afforded you no glances, reading the newspaper, thick-framed glasses resting on his nose. "Will you tell me what's bothering you now?" he asked softly.

You said nothing.

Doyoung turned his head. By the look on his face, he already knew. The adorable baby distracted him, as always, and he reached over to run his hand over her head of dark hair.

You opened your mouth, then closed your lips again. Damn him. You were always determined to be angry when it came to disagreements, but one look from him disarmed you and made any anger fade, leaving you with only affection. And frustration.

Your husband chuckled and kindly lifted the blanket higher, making sure it covered and warmed his daughter on your chest.

"I just don't like it," you finally said.

"I know."

"Then, why do you have to do it?"

"You know why."

You frowned, brows stitching.

Doyoung returned to his newspaper and mumbled, "Don't make that face."

"I can make whatever face I want," you shot back irritably.

"Of course, you can, my love," Doyoung said, voice light as a feather. There was movement against him by way of your son resting between your bodies. He stirred a little and made a noise, and Doyoung quickly rubbed his back to soothe him back to sleep.

You pursed your lips. "I'm going to pull rank."

Doyoung set down the newspaper and turned to you, careful not to wake his son, and spoke softly, "You can't pull rank every time I have to leave."

"Why not?" You sounded like a fussy, petulant child. Though given how little your daughter slept through the night, it came as no surprise.

"Because," your husband trailed, fighting a smile. "You have joint custody of me with the rest of the country."

You bristled. "I have sole custody and they have weekend visitation at my discretion, which is getting smaller by the day."

Doyoung chuckled. He reached over and touched his daughter's cheek. She had dozed off while nursing again. He peered down and smiled at his son, sleeping peacefully with drool glistening on his chin.

He hated leaving you and his babies. He hated it more than anything in the world.

Doyoung heaved a big sigh. "If I postpone this trip..."

You flashed a grin, victorious once again.

"If," Doyoung repeated himself a little louder this time. "I said 'if', as in hypothetically."

"I'm listening." But you knew you had already won.

"You will have to explain to my parents why I can't go."

You giggled and mischief spread across your face. "That's easy. I will let your mother have the kids for a day so my husband can take care of my needs."

Doyoung narrowed his eyes. It was a bad idea letting you bond with his mother. The two of you had become partners in crime since the birth of your son. Becoming a grandmother had flipped a switch in his mom and it was utterly unfair how lax she'd gotten about rules ever since.

"You need a whole day for that?" Doyoung taunted, cocking his head, trying to get a reaction out of you.

You reached over, grabbing his jaw and drawing him close until his lips met yours. You kissed him slowly, hotly, teasing your tongue in his mouth till he let out a tiny groan. That was when you parted, knowing you'd successfully stirred up your husband.

Doyoung broke from your kiss reluctantly, staring into your eyes. "You're gonna wish I had gone on the trip instead," he whispered darkly, returning to his newspaper.

You snickered. "I doubt it."

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justsomekpopstuff · 7 months

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Tagged!

I was tagged by the wonderful @vesvosmozhno to do this! Apologies, this will get VERY long!

Who are your favorite groups?

Seventeen / Monsta X / Ateez / Stray Kids / NCT 127 / KARD (I also stan a whole bunch of soloists but I'll leave them out of this!)

When did you discover them?

(lowkey actually had to look this up bc I had no idea its been so long) Seventeen: late 2016-early 2017 (the first comeback I was here for was "Don't Wanna Cry") Monsta X: 2017 Ateez: ...2023 (I was SUPER late to the game I KNOW) Stray Kids: 2017 NCT 127: 2017 KARD: around late 2018? (I knew about them then, and listened lowkey, but I've relatively recent become more of a stan)

Which member sparked your interest?

Seventeen: Joshua (a meme of him and Seungkwan got me in to Seventeen) Monsta X: Wonho (back when he was still with the group) Ateez: Seonghwa (he was the first I could recognize, even before I knew who ateez was, and I was like "hot damn he is BEAUTIFUL") Stray Kids: Felix NCT 127: Jaehyun/Taeyong KARD: I want to say it was Somin

Who was your first bias?

Seventeen: Joshua! (thanks memes, I appreciate you) Monsta X: Changkyun/I.M. Ateez: OT8 because they're beautiful and I am VERY indecisive Stray Kids: Bang Chan NCT 127: Jaehyun/Johnny KARD: Somin

Who is your current bias?

Seventeen: still Shua! Monsta X: still Changkyun/I.M.! Ateez: Seonghwa (I was able to pick but he is on thin ice every day) Stray Kids: still Bang Chan! NCT 127: Yuta KARD: Somin/J.Seph (despite me talking about BM all the time)

Why are they your current bias?

Oh god if I gave the long version for each of these we'd never leave...I could talk about my biases for hours!

Seventeen: the more I have learned about him the more his personality just makes me love him; sweet, kind, gentle, and also the world's biggest heathen - what more could I want? Monsta X: very similar to the above; he had so much talent and charisma, but I saw that he was appreciated so little for it, so I took it upon myself to show him the love he deserves! Another cute, sweet, heathen (who makes d*ck jokes on national television) Ateez: he and I are very similar in a lot of ways, like with our nerdy interests and clean-freak tendencies, and that really endeared me to him a lot; he's also a sweetheart who will also find a way to create chaos when space permits (he's also super fucking hot have you seen him???) Stray Kids: I saw just how much he cared for the rest of the members so early on through the Stray Kids survival show; seeing how much time, effort, dedication, and passion he had for them and for music really made me fall for him (and, he is also a sweet cute heathen) NCT 127: Another case of a member going so deeply underappreciated that I decided that I will be their biggest cheerleader, and the more I learn about him and his devilishly charming personality the more I love him (and another cute, super hot heathen) KARD: literally just bisexual panic. that's the only explanation I have. That and both of them are so talented and have incredible charisma and stage presence that its hard for me to look away!

Who is your bias wrecker?

Seventeen: Wonwoo/Woozi Monsta X: Kihyun Ateez: literally the rest of the group, but mainly Hongjoong/Mingi/Yeosang Stray Kids: Lee Know and Changbin NCT 127: Johnny/Jaehyun/Taeyong KARD: BM/Jiwoo (full group!)

Which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

Seventeen: Cheol and Seungkwan (I am ride or die for them despite neither being on my bias list) Monsta X: Minhyuk and Shownu Ateez: FREAKING JONGHO ISTG Stray Kids: Felix NCT 127: Doyoung and Mark KARD: this is a cheat but BM (big tiddie gang for LIFE)

What are some of your favorite songs by this group?

another one where if I list them all we would never leave...

Seventeen: Pretty U (classic)/ Super / To You / Don Quixote / Left & Right / Fire / Trauma / IDUBILU / Highlight / Habit / Don't Listen In Secret (see what I did, whole groups and then by unit!) Monsta X: Beautiful / Shoot Out / Destroyer / Shine Forever (I like their old stuff, sue me) Ateez: Bouncy / Crazy Form / Eternal Sunshine / Arriba / Silver Light / Wake Up / Halazia / The Real (Heung Version) / Wonderland (Symphony No. 9) / Dreamers Stray Kids: My Pace / Maniac / Case 143 / Gods Menu / Wolfgang / Domino NCT 127: Touch / Fact Check / Angel Eyes / Chain / Simon Says / 0 Mile KARD: Icky (banger) / Bomb Bomb (another banger)

Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

No, I decided to do a dumb thing and get a Master's Degree instead and put myself in crippling student debt...but now that I have a real-person job I'm hoping to see at least one in the future!

I now want to tag (NO PRESSURE!): @vcrnons / @myrockstaryuta / @itstheghostofmypast / @multi-stantrash !

#tagged #about me #mutuals

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nuoyipeach · 1 year

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Five Senses - Part 1

Chapter Four

warning: mature scenes

She felt a push, arms suddenly encasing her, as the car slowed down, then drove away once the driver saw everything was fine. Sooyoung's heart beat rapidly, her breathing ragged when the person finally turned her around and looked at her.

"Are you crazy!?! You could've died! Why would you walk on the road!?!" Yuta yelled slightly holding her arms tight. Sooyoung let out a breath, her body slowly relaxing, shaking her head. She slowly looked back at him furrowing her eyebrows.

"Sorry, I guess I can't drink much... But why... where did you come from?" she asked looking at him confused. Yuta sighed and brushed her hair back, suddenly kissing her forehead causing her face to redden.

"I felt sad when I went home, and something kept telling me to look after you." he pulled her into a hug, and felt content when she hugged him back. "I guess with you being a human, the feeling of connection is much more in me. I worry about you a lot, and I realised it's really dangerous in your world to be honest."

"Are you just saying this because if I die so will you?" she asked straight forward. They slowly pulled away, and he chuckled.

"I wouldn't give a damn about my life if it weren't for my sister, and now you. I honestly didn't bother to find my soul mate, figuring dying would be easier. But Seulgi kept persisting, that's how I ended up at the park."

Sooyoung nodded as he told the story. "She played a risky game, considering how I found you in that state."

Yuta smiled, suddenly snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her close, until their foreheads pressed together. "I'm glad. I finally found my soul mate." his fingers gently rubbed her back. "I used to think it's a stupid concept, this whole soul mate thing, and seeing my so called father, I thought love didn't exist this way. But I guess I was wrong... He was just an idiot."

Sooyoung's eyes widened hearing him. "What do you mean?"

"I already love you." he smiled. "It's strange, but I do. Now I understand Taeyong, or Yeri, or even Hina. Every one of my family, other than my father, are so in love that I found it ridiculous. But now I see why, because I can't help see anything but you."

He slowly leaned in, and Sooyoung wasn't afraid or hesitant when his lips slowly melded with hers. Her hands went behind his head and threaded through his hair as they kissed soft but passionately in the middle of town, on the side walk.

Suddenly thinking about it, Sooyoung giggled through the kiss, pulling away just so their noses still touched. "We should go somewhere private if we're going to make out." she whispered. Yuta smiled and bit her bottom lip lightly before he suddenly grabbed her thighs, locking her legs around his waist, and they appeared in front of her house.

Before he let her down though, she clutched to him tight. "Can you go straight to my room? I don't want to go through my family..." she pouted. He only smiled, and they appeared in her room. She smiled, and they started to kiss again, much more passionate.

Yuta backed up and sat on her bed with her straddling him, a soft moan coming from her as he bit and sucked her bottom lip again. Sooyoung pushed her jacket off, left in a T-shirt she had on. Unconsciously, his hands snaked up under her shirt from behind, making her shiver and giggle feeling ticklish.

Suddenly, his lip biting felt intense, and she knew what was happening when she felt him suck her bottom lip. But she allowed it to happen, knowing he's the only person she has left she can fully trust, other than Doyoung.

After a while they pulled away and stared at each other panting. Yuta suddenly licked her lips, taking off the trace of blood left, making her giggle again at the cute yet sensual act.

"Can't believe what just happened..." she said softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. He smiled as his hands stayed under her shirt, fingers tracing her back. "Yuta..."

"Yes love." she felt her heart flip at the nickname. She lifted her head and stared directly at him.

"Can you turn me?"

He grabbed her arms and pushed her out, looking at her worriedly. "What do you mean? You want to become a vampire? Are you... Are you sure?"

"Yes..."

Yuta sighed hearing her plead. He slowly backed up and leaned against the head board of her bed, playing with her hands. "I'm afraid for you Sooyoung. You know how Seulgi grew up here in the human world?" she nodded as she recalled the said lady telling her so. "She took a long time to get used to it, especially considering her family had a rough past in our world. I'm scared you won't be able to cope, or if people there disturb you." he kissed her hands as he finished.

Sooyoung cupped his face up to her, and smiled sadly. "Yuta, I'd reckon any life is better than mine right now. Oppressive parents, forced marriage, working a dead end job just to earn my own. I've been sad my whole life, but dying seemed too much for me because I always felt that at some point in my life, something will take me away from all this." she hugged him suddenly, resting her head on his shoulder, "And I was right."

Yuta huffed her back and kissed her neck, "Are you a hundred percent sure about this?" he asked once more with sincerity. She pulled away and nodded eagerly, surprising him when her hands suddenly grabbed the hem of her own shirt, and she started to pull it off.

Getting shy he covered his eyes with his hands, making her chuckle and pulled them away. "Do it." she whispered. Yuta smiled a little mischievously, holding her tight around her waist.

"What if I can't stop?"

"Then don't."

With that, she took off her own bra, throwing it to the side. Yuta bit his lips before aiming for where her heart would be. He kissed her lips and continued to do so going down her neck and collar, even between the valley of her breasts, until he knew where to bite.

Sooyoung bit her lip, hands on his shoulders. Once she felt the his teeth pierce into her skin just below her left breast, she groaned grabbing his hair tight. It was painful, as if something stabbed her heart, and for a while she couldn't help let out tears, quickly closing her eyes.

Something ignited in her, she felt as if she had all the power in the world. Yuta pulled away, eyes as red as a rose, and looked at the mark he had created. There was still a little bit of blood dripping out, so he continued to bite again. Sooyoung grabbed his hair tighter, suddenly feeling wild, as if she had gone crazy.

Yuta pulled away again, and saw that the piercings his fangs had created patch up by themself, and he knew the work was done. He looked back up at her and saw her eyes closed. "Sooyoung, look at me." he spoke softly caressing her hair. Sooyoung's eyes opened, not to her usual brown ones, but the same colour as Yuta's current ones. Red.

A smirk laid on her lips, and Yuta figured what was about to happen between them. And he wasn't wrong as they were soon tangled under her blanket, Sooyoung under him leaving scratches on his back from the pleasure she felt.

Yuta was the first to get up and looked down to see her laid exhausted and limp. He kissed her forehead then left to get a wash cloth and wiped down her body to clean the mess and sweat off her body. After he threw it into the laundry basket, he took his shirt and helped her into it, then put back on his boxers before finally laying down next to her, bringing her into his embrace from behind.

Sooyoung slowly regained strength, but it felt different. She felt livelier, like she could just get up and run until Busan without getting tired. Slowly she turned to Yuta, who had been playing with her hands, and cupped his face, her thumb simply stroking his cheek.

"Am I a vampire now?" she asked innocently, to which he chuckled and nodded in reply. She went quiet, thinking up of something seriously. "You won't leave me right? You didn't just do this for benefit? You're not taking advantage of me?"

Yuta brushed her hair off her forehead and kissed from there down her nose to her lips. "Like I said, it's weird how I already love you, but I do. No I'm not taking advantage of you, I promise to love you, cherish you and protect you for eternity."

Sooyoung smiled as a tear left her eye which he kissed off. She cuddled into his chest, arm slung around him tight while he slowly put her to sleep, humming a soft tune.

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#nct #nct 127 #red velvet #nctvelvet #park sooyoung #nakamoto yuta #fluff #kpop fanfic #vampire au #soulmate au

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