#doyoung x male!reader

[star-suh]

Motivation

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

cw: college au, top doyoung, bratty-ish reader, public sex, breeding, spanking, choking, sweet guy being rough in bed trope, rimjob, fingering, restraints, exhibitionism(?), degradation, hole slapping, feminization.

“so which one of you is going to participate in the college annual event?” doyoung asked in front of the whole class, some of them raised their hands. “nice, now we're gonna take some data from you all and that's all”, seeing as how yn was just standing there and doing nothing doyoung touched him with his elbow telling yn to go write the data they needed.

“why have you been so lazy lately yn?”, doyoung asked “you're being a pain in my ass, do your job properly please”, yn smirked one of his eyebrows arched “am i mr. perfect president?”. one thing about yn is that he always likes to provoke doyoung, there's something so sexy about him being mad. “don't start now please, i know what you're thinking, i can see right through that pervy skull of you” he said tapping his index finger on yn's forehead, “you know you want it too” yn whispers grazing his hand on doyoung's bulge.

“you're like a bitch in heat yn” doyoung was riled up, the veins being visible in his forehead.

doyoung slammed himself inside yn, going in and out of that tight hole, the bottom's moans being muffled with doyoung's tie. he always knew that when yn started to act like a brat, like not doing his job properly, is because he wants something, that something being his dick. since the first time they fucked yn got hooked to the other's charms specially the way he looks like a sweet caring guy but it's a complete beast in the bed.

doyoung pulled the tie gagging yn, that was wrapped around his head, and use it to thrust even harder not caring about others hearing the loud skin slapping sound “do you like this? being treated like the dirty slut you are” he said between thrusts and spanks.

“next time have some shame and wait till we are out of college.. or maybe that's what you want, that everyone finds out who's the one pounding and creaming this used pussy”.

yn shook his head in a no motion, his red-tinted face covered in sweat, tears and some drool.

doyoung pulls out and then stares at the other's hole appreciating his work “look at this gaping pussy” he spits on it and starts fingering at a fast pace, filthy wet sounds along with yn's pleas filling the classroom.

after some minutes he stops and starts eating him out, his tongue circling around the tight ring of muscles and then going in and out. yn rolled back his eyes, as always doyoung knew how to pleasure him and send him into cloud 9.

doyoung buried himself deep on yn's ass wanting to go as deep as he can with his tongue, yn tasted so good that he wanted more, he was becoming obsessed with it.

“can't wait to fill this pussy up” doyoung stands up with the surroundings of his mouth soaked in saliva and the juices of the bottom's ass, “ready for round two?” he starts to slap the hole “...right you can't talk” he smirk lowering the tie to yn's neck. “you fucking beast.. give me some rest” the other speaks; “you knew who you were fucking with, don't start to cry now” yn looks at him with lusty eyes and a smile “you're unbelivabl-” he couldn't finish his sentence because doyoung started to pound him again.

yn was in a doggy style position in the teacher's desk with doyoung pulling the tie around his neck forcing the bottom to take all his dick.

having sex with doyoung was like a drug for him, the way his cock hits the right spots giving him a feeling of ecstasy that yn has become addicted to at this point, "fuck me harder doyoung, destroy me, make me your fucking toy" the boy exclaimed with a smile, "i’m just a hole for you”...

time passed and doyoung kept railing that hole until his balls were completely dry, all his loads were either smeared deep inside yn or dripping down his hole and the top's shaft. “you milked me dry this time” he sighed “you really behave like a bitch in heat today, that pussy was desperately asking for cock... when was the last time you had sex?", he asked.

“the last time we fucked" answered a yn, his voice a bit hoarse for all the moaning.

“you mean i’m the only one you're fucking?"

"yes, you're the only one who knows how to fuck me real good" yn tells him as he starts to get dressed, "plus it's a good motivator to do my job properly and help you with the class presidency”, he zips up his pants and put on his shoes, “i hope i can have this motivation every day" the bottom says cockily grabbing doyoung by the cheeks with one hand making him poute, giving him a kiss "see you tomorrow dear school president”.

doyoung was stunned, touching his lips while watching how yn leaves the room, "cocky slut" he mutters with a smile on his lips.

[gyundo]

“A Meeting I’ll Never Forget”

Lee Jeno (Jeno) x Male Reader!!

SMUT! Interact at your own risk!

Plot: Two princes meet fatefully, and fit each other like a long-lost lock and key

Prince L/N Y/N was the oldest son of the king of Escrow. The Escrowian empire had started with the prince’s great-grandfather, who had risen to power as a mercenary that had fallen out of favor of another kingdom and had come to Escrow to establish his own empire.

Y/N, on the other hand, had no desire to rule over his kingdom. He was obviously going to accept his position as his father’s heir, but the duties didn’t particularly strike him as interesting. Y/N always had a preference for tasks such as cooking, baking, and the arts, such as singing and dancing, which earned him many scoldings from his parents.

Y/N’s parents cursed him on many occasions, explaining to him that his preferences were that of commoners, but it fell on deaf ears. Y/N continued to do as he pleased, and he never attended his swordsmanship lessons or any physical training. This, for a prince, Y/N was quite weak. Although, thanks to the nagging of his father, Y/N was stronger than the average person and did have some minor muscle definition.

As young people often do, Y/N neglected his responsibilities, and for a royal, this was intolerable. As Y/N’s father received an invitation for a meeting, he realized this was the perfect opportunity to put his son in order.

“You will be escorted by my personal order to the Kingdom of Travania in order to attend the meeting on the 25th of this month, Y/N” the King spoke with confidence in his throne room.

“B-but that’s so boring father, why should I sit in a carriage for 5 days with no proper food to go meet some random crusty king in a faraway kingdom?” Y/N complained, in a typical young adult fashion.

“King Jeno is an extremely influential man in his area. You mustn’t forget that your grandfather was from Travania himself. It is in our best interests to make relations favorable between our empire and his kingdom, if we wish to avoid any wars for hundreds of years.” the emperor promptly replied.

“B-but father, I don’t wanna go—,” Y/N whined.

“That’s enough out of you. Remember I’m not just your father but the emperor as well. You will go meet King Jeno. Do whatever it takes to curry favor with him,” the emperor bellowed.

Y/N stomped out of the throne room and ordered his servants to pack his things and prepare the carriage. He knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter and before he knew it, he was sitting in the carriage and already left the capital.

Y/N was angry as to why he had to leave his fun in the palace to go meet a random King who was old and would have nothing to talk about with Y/N. Y/N figured that he would just offer some items that were made by the Escrowian Empire that were sure to pave the way for a trade deal. Y/N was even more frustrated that his father had sent him in his stead.

Little did Y/N know, King Jeno was nothing like what he imagined.

The envoy arrived after a long, treacherous journey that saw many bumpy roads, many forests, and many plains. Y/N was more exhausted than he could describe, and he was everything but jumping for joy when he saw the palace of Travania.

Y/N treaded gracefully, in awe of what he was seeing. Sure, his familial palace in Escrow was large, but the Travanian royal family's estate was lavish in another sense of the word, with large fountains adorned with figures of greek worship. Garlands of roses adorned the edge of the roof of the main palace, which stood so grand Y/N had to turn to be able to see it all. The garden was artfully carved and decorated, with each bush and tree pruned in a most detailed fashion.

Y/N realized that the days-long journey to Travania was worth it from the view itself. Remembering almost as an aside that there was a meeting for which he had came, Y/N walked further to the main gate of the palace.

There, a tall figure stood awaiting him. As Y/N drew closer, he observed the elegant rhinestones embedded in the crown of bearer. He paid attention to each stretch in the royal garment, which stuck to each individual muscle on the man's built body. The biceps, large to the point that the seam was stretched, the pecs, which filled out the top, and the pants, fully conforming to the large thighs made Y/N realize he was in the presence of a man truly fit to be king.

"You must be Prince Y/N of Escrow, your highness. I am King Jeno of Travania. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to our empire and our summit this afternoon," the man spoke with a great smile, reflected in the expression of his eyes.

"Your highness, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to be the recipient of such great hospitality. Our nations are sure to grow closer relations from this monumental event," Y/N spoke eloquently while shaking the hand of the other man.

Jeno, not blind to the way Y/N had previously stared him up and down, understood the situation very well. As a show of diplomacy, Jeno transitioned the handshake into a bodily embrace common between royalty of different nations to show closeness. From the viewpoint of others, this was completely normal.

The reality of the embrace was known only by Jeno and Y/N, from the way Jeno reached underneath the cape of Y/N and fondled his buttocks in a way not visible to any. He continued kneading the large protrusions of the prince as he increased his pressure.

Y/N, still in shock from the abruptness and how suddenly these developments had occurred, refrained from any immediate movements and let out a small moan that he thought was only audible to him.

Jeno, however, had also heard the moan and understood that his actions were received well. Letting go of the younger, King Jeno continued, "My attendants will give you a tour of Travanian royal palace while I prepare for our summit. They will lead to the room of our summit after the tour, so you shan't worry, Prince Y/N."

"I stromgly appreciate thy kindness and will sincerely revel in the beauties of your artful palace, King Jeno." Y/N gracefully responded.

The attendants continued to show Y/N around the various areas of the palace, which included hanging gardens, exotic flora collections, the royal bathing chamber, the surrounding farms, and the servant quarters that seemed better than the prince's own bedroom. An hour had elapsed before the head attendant spoke, "King Jeno has finished prepared for your meeting. He awaits you inside these doors and has requested that you enter alone. It has been a pleasure giving you a tour, my liege."

Y/N gave a show of his appreciation and opened the grandiose doors that seemed like that of a bedchamber. He stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him and expecting to see a large round table with artisan-crafted chairs. Instead, he was met with a large, silk sheet draped over a large mattress, lush purple velvet curtains, and most striking of all, King Jeno dressed in a red robe that unveiled his extremely muscular upper body, with a significant bulge in the clothing covering his private area.

"Ah, I see that you've arrived. We can start discussing matters of interest to us once you take a seat here, my prince," Jeno spoke lustfully.

Y/N, absolutely shocked, but being the honest man he was exclaimed,"Never have I seen such a meeting, but I am more than happy to take you up on your offer, my King."

Jeno looked pleased as Y/N sat down on the bed, embracing him the moment he did. Y/N felt the warmth of Jeno's muscular body on his own, while sensing great pressure from his large muscles in his upper body and his bulge that was separated from Y/N's only by cloth.

The king moved his lips closer to that of Y/N's, looking at his with concupiscent eyes that asked for permission. Y/N, without words, gave his approval by moving his face only slightly forward, to which Jeno responded by firmly crashing their lips together, pushing Y/N down onto the sheet, and rubbing his hands under Y/N's tunic.

Y/N reveled in the pleasure of Jeno's masterful techniques that mingled their tongues together with sounds that could only be interpreted as sinful. Their lips met again and again, with short breaks for air, only to be crashed together as violently as when they first met. Suckling sounds and shared strands of saliva spoke to the passion between the two men as their mouths melted in the pleasure of each other.

Jeno pulled away as Y/N motioned, "Hurry, my King, I feel urges and a steady heat rising in my body. Only you can help me."

With a sly smirk, Jeno replied,"Anything for my guest, my prince," while peeling off Y/N's clothes as he went in to resume their lip lock.

Moments later, a fully naked Y/N was below Jeno, still in his robe, with their legs intertwined and lips connected as the younger felt Jeno's arm around his back and his waist. The two continued making out and enjoying the pangs of pleasure released by the meeting between their lips.

"It's time to discuss the foundations for an alliance," Jeno joked while unbuckling the belt holding his robe on. Y/N looked with nothing but desire at Jeno's large pecs, his well-defined abs, his sculpted shoulders, and his large, perfect dick that was fit for a king. Jeno's cock stood proudly in front of Y/N, with veins and a deep red tip that Y/N wanted to break him. The sheer thickness of his cock made Y/N want to take Jeno forever, who would stretch Y/N and surely leave him crying for mercy.

Jeno understood the desires of the younger well, and not being able to control his own, Jeno flipped over Y/N onto his stomach.

Tapping his cock against Y/N's hole, Jeno heard moans of impatience as he began to slap the prince's hole with a thud that spoke to the weight of his penis. His eight inch cock was sure to break in Y/N quite nicely and leave him unable to live without Jeno forever. This experience would give Y/N such a pleasured pain it would unlock new levels of lust in his brain.

"I see you are well-prepared for this new connection between our nations," Jeno spoke as he observed wetness at the Y/N's opening, speaking volumes to the younger's insatiable appetite.

Jeno, unable to control himself any further, roughly plunged his cock into the deep, moist entrance of Y/N's ass, as the younger let out an audible yelp. The corners of his hole began to slightly bleed to accomdate the first-time stretch.

Overwhelmed from the sudden introduction of seven inches, the thickness of the pole inside him, the pain of his hole ripping slighlty, and the new feeling of being filled, Y/N let out large tears that stained the white sheet below him. Jeno, being the diplomat he was, moved his face closer to Y/N's, cooing at him before encapsulating his lips once again.

The pleasure of the kissing distracted Y/N as the radiating pain from his lower body retreated and only a feeling of fullness remained. Jeno experimented with a small thrust, resulting in an audible moan Jeno heard through their connected mouths. He proceeded to pummel his thick rod into Y/N at a faster pace, enjoying the squeals of the former virgin who felt a constant pressure on his prostate and inside all areas of his passage.

Jeno continued further with a rough animalistic pounding that elicited the arching of Prince Y/N's back and moved him back and forth across the bed with each powerful thrust.

The feeling of the all encapsulating walls of Y/N hugging and squeezing Jeno's cock was emphasized through the various groans the older let out. Y/N was addicted to the pleasure of having his walls filled and stretched out fully, as well as the warmth of the large veiny cock inside him that sent waves of pleasure each time Y/N's prostate was brushed by.

Jeno's thrusts grew more greedy as he became less gentle, eliciting almost musical moans from Y/N, that sounded like he was asking for more. HIs manhood stretched out Y/N's hole fully and gave him a good dicking down that showed a king's true power.

The hilt of Jeno's thick cock smacked Y/N's rim with indescribably pleasureful force that Y/N's eyes could do nothing but roll back. The thought of a large, muscular man, such as Jeno, pounding him with a large cock that fit inside him like a key and satisfied the itch of emptiness inside him that arose earlier in the day led Y/N to a seventh heaven he knew he would have to reach again and again.

"Enjoying my large cock squelching in your boyhole, my prince? Petite little princes like you are designed perfectly for taking a large kingly dick that is far too large for any woman. I'll have you bouncing on my cock and asking for mercy through your moans like this for as long as the two of us live. I'll pound you to the point that you become mine and only mine, my cock is what you'll need to live every single day," Jeno proudly whispered.

The wet sounds of Jeno's large cock infiltrating Y/N's passage, along with their skin slapping together, filled the room with auras of sin and desire.

"UHHH, YESSS, fuck me as rough as you can, your highness. I can't get enough of your large dick, my king, I'm so glad you decided to take me and make me yours, that is exactly what I deserve to be, your cocksleeve and whore," Y/N responded with nothing but pleasure filling his head.

The sounds of sex became more unholy as Jeno's large cock released pre-cum that further lubricated Y/N's walls and increased the squelching, making both more horny as Jeno continued to wreck Y/N's hole mercilessly.

Jeno's golf-ball sized testicles slapped Y/N hard with each thrust, reminding Y/N what a true man's dominance was and felt like inside a bratty boy like him. Y/N wanted nothing more than to succumb to and embrace the fact that he was being manhandled by a true man whom he could never compete with. All he wanted was to be done again and again by Jeno's large cock, be subservient to his desires, be creamed and de-masculinated, and to have his slutty whoreish bussy pummeled like it was asking to be.

Y/N's hole began to slowly comform to Jeno's cock and grow used to it as the thrusts increased, sticking to his massive dick and not letting go of each vein as he pulled out prior to each thrust. Y/N's hole was basically becoming like a real pussy that bulged outwards almost like a flower blooming and reflected each action of Jeno's merciless cock.

Jeno bulged Y/N's stomach with each thrust, rearranging his organs in the process and growing his desire to breed the prince with copious amounts of cum deposited in his hole. Jeno continued to ravage and do Y/N with the sheer girth of his cock that entered Y/N's asshole like a lock fitting in a key. Y/N's prostate was being abused greatly with each rubbing of Jeno's cock's veins against it, resulting in waves of pleasure clouding the minds of both.

Jeno lost control and felt his climax nearing as he pulled out to his glans and pushed over six inches back all in one go for his last thrust, that pushed Y/N over the edge and led to his orgasm while Jeno released multiple spurts of thick cum into Y/N's passage, as a sort of signature on the documentation of their alliance. Jeno continued to push his cock further inside Y/N's hole as each spurt hit Y/N's walls more forcefully, overstimulating the younger. Y/N tiny hole remained stretched well by Jeno's fat cock inside of him that the prince begged to let remain inside.

Jeno reveled in his training of the younger prince and being the one pound and cream his greedy boypussy for the first time, knowing that peace between the kingdoms was secured for all eternity.

"This is a meeting I'll never forget," Y/N sighed with satisfaction while staring at Jeno.

[jaelvr]

You were beautiful

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.”  + 54. “Please don’t cry.”  + 50.  “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” 

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

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[yoonmeowzz]

nct 127 ! being domestic

contents: nct 127 members x gn!reader, fluff, slice of life, established relationship, non idol au, use of pet names (babe, darling)

warnings: mentions of food (taeil and taeyong)

a/n: i've been thinking A LOT about johnny and mark and this kind of stuff so... yeah

taeil

having breakfast with taeil is definitely the most precious moment of the day. he's still sleepy and clingy so expect having his arms wrapped around you and his nose buried on your neck as you try to serve him a cup of water. just when he feels his stomach growling for food he would detach his body from yours to make toasts with butter and jam, or even just butter and some sugar cause he's lazy today. however he would remind you how good you look in the morning and how much he loves you.

"i can't believe you really wake up like that, y/n"

"like what?"

"like... wow"

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johnny

even if people don't believe him, he's 6ft tall, so obviously he can reach every high place in the house. he enjoys seeing you trying to get things from the highest shelves but when you decide to give up and look for him, without saying a word he gets up and helps you getting what you wanted. he then feels his chest filled with this warm feeling he can’t explain, he just loves to help you, be there for you when you need him. he usually stays in the kitchen while you’re cooking, even if you told him to rest, just to get things for you.

“johnny…” he looked up from his phone and immediately went to take the bowl you needed.

“there you go, babe”

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taeyong

taeyong appreciates every second he spends with you but late night talking is definitely his favorite thing to do with you. some days, he takes some snacks and drinks sneakily from the kitchen before going back to his room, where you are waiting for him with a smile. however, most of the time it’s just you and him hugging each other or simply lying next to each other while you talk about whatever crosses your mind.

“did you know that there was a greek stuttering orator? he’d practice hard every day to be able to speak in public without stuttering.”

“stop, y/n, i’m gonna get emotional”

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yuta

on lazy days when neither of you have enough energy to do anything, he asks you to spend the day in bed. you accept without a doubt. y’all just cuddle for a while, maybe he takes a little nap while you’re on your phone. but his favorite part is lying down on your tummy and having your hands playing with his hair. he LOVES the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp, gently twisting each hair strand. eventually he falls asleep to your slow breathing as the only background noise and once he wakes up he’s all clingy and lovely.

“did i already told you how much i love you?”

“you did, yuta, and i love you too. so much”

“i love you more, darling”

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doyoung

activities with doyoung are always aesthetically pleasant, so cute coffee dates at home with homemade coffee are something usual now. he takes his time making your coffee look great so you can take pictures to remember this sweet moments with him when you’re away. after having your cups ready y’all just cuddle on the couch covered in cozy blankets and watch a movie or talk about nothing in particular.

“you said you wanted to try caramel macchiato so i tried to make it. if it tastes bad i can give you my cup”

“thank you so much, doyoung”

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jaehyun

this man’s music taste is immaculate. you usually spend your lazy time together listening to music together while cuddling on his bed. you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his calm heartbeat and flash by cigarettes after sex at the background. with his hands stroking your back slowly up and down you start dozing off, his arms secured around you.

“sleep tight, y/n” you hear him whisper over the music before finally falling asleep.

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jungwoo

he’s kinda a clean freak so you try to keep things neat. however, he doesn’t mind if you leave the living room or bathroom messy cause he prefers cleaning together on weekends since he has lots of fun spending time with you, no matter what y’all are doing. if you’re tiding your shared bedroom he’s going to try on every piece of clothing he finds. sooner or later, your cleaning session becomes a fashion runway.

“check this hoodie, y/n!! do i look good?”

“you look amazing!!”

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mark

messy hair mark, wearing his glasses and pajamas should be illegal cause he’s going to be the death of me. when he’s not busy he likes to spend his mornings with you, especially playing the guitar for you. you’re both sitting on his bed, he just plays some accords until you decide what song you want him to play. it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know that particular song, he’d learn it for you. and when he starts singing ever so softly… i’m combusting

“i just wanna live in this moment forever…”

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haechan

when he’s free from work he spends his time playing video games. but there’s something about playing mario kart with you that feels different. it may sound stupid, but competing with you or making silly bets like “the loser has to give the winner a kiss” is something really intimate and special for him. he usually is very competitive, but this time he doesn’t mind losing, having you by his side is already a win.

“if you win the tournament i’ll do everything you ask me for a week”

“and if i lose?” you raised an eyebrow.

“you have to love me forever”

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[joonggphilia]

☼Slumber Party☼

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☼Pairing: Doyoung x Male reader ☼prompt: “well, I almost fist-fought you for the blanket last night.” ☼genre: semi-smut ☼CW: reader is implied to be another member of Nct and doyoungs bf. Basically public sex, handjob, flirty do <333 ☼a/n: I love him. Hate writing about him at 12 am.

Read jaemmphilia’s version here!!!!

——————————————————————— You completely regretted having all of your members over to your personal home. Squeezing everyone onto the living room floor using futons and air mattresses was a disaster, all of you ending up being squished together no matter what. At least there was the pullout couch…oh wait, only the smallest pullout couch on the planet earth. Somehow it fit two people, you and Doyoung that is. Second mistake. You were freezing, doyoung taking all the blanket, and leaving you to grasp the sheets for warmth. His blood would be on your hands in the morning…for sure…. You were the first person to wake, probably the coldest to. You snatched the blanket from doyoungs sleeping form and moved to your side. “Hey, give that back.” His raspy morning voice rang, scaring you a bit. You silently shaking your head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “M/n, don’t be a bitch, give it back.” He groaned once more, reaching slightly for the blanket. You snapped your head around and have him a glare. “What’s your issue?” He whined. You couldn’t believe him, the audacity. “Well, I almost fist-fought you for the blanket last night.” You scowled, glaring holes through your boyfriend. Doyoung lightly chuckled, rolling his eyes. “So that’s what this tantrums about? I can make it up for you. Warm you up a bit.” He winked, pulling you close to him. You hated the way he flirted, knowing what he meant. “Do, everyone else is in the room and sleeping!” You whisper yelled as he tucked is face into you neck. He only hummed in response, placing small kisses into your neck. “So what. I couldn’t care less, all I care about is you~” he cooed, his tongue soon running up your neck. The sensation was so familiar, yet chilling, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. His hands traveled up and down your sides,adding to the overwhelming feelings. Doyoung was quite good at that, finding all your sensitive spots and teasing them. He suckled on your neck, leaving little marks of his love and affection. “I’ll get you for this.” You breathed, squirming in his touch. He only laughed and shook his head as he continued his attack on your body. This time his hands moved to the waistband of your sweats, teasing at the string. “Doyoung…please.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. He really couldn’t tell if you were warning him or asking him for more, but at this point it didn’t matter, your pants and boxers already off. He took your cock into his hand, stroking you to your full length. His thumb dabbed at your slit, a playful smirk on his face. “Already so excited?” He laughed, smearing the precum back onto your tip. “J-just hurry.” You moaned, putting your face into the pillow. Doyoung chuckled, your actions were pretty amusing to him, but he soon got back to business. His slim fingers running along your veins and sensitive parts. He soon grasped your whole length in his hand, pumping up and down. Just seeing you writhe and whine next you him was enough to get him going, already quite riled up. “Shhhh, songbird, they’ll hear you.” He whispered, squeezing a bit harder and moving his hand faster. He kissed you lightly, sweetly looking you in the eyes and you nodded, letting him know you’re close. He smirked and moved faster, his thumb rubbing along you slit. It really was all too much, your orgasm pulling a moan from your throat. Doyoung came untouched, just by your voice and the situation around him. He couldn’t help but smile at your perfect timing, Soon the members alarms went off. “Good morning m/n.” Doyoung smirked, discreetly licking his fingers and heading to the bathroom.

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[127luvr]

Hi can i ask for a male reader x doyoung, where they're both in school and they have an assignment to sing a duet, but doyoung just really chose m!r so that they can spend more time together. Then they kiss?

kiss ♫⋆｡♪ ₊

kim doyoung x male reader

doyoung had never questioned his life in music. he knew from a young age where he was headed--what path in life he wanted to pursue. he breathed music like it was his lifeline. it was the one thing in his life he never second-guessed. he knew he was good at it. at singing--at reading music--at conducting his class for an assignment--at teaching it when he became a student-teacher.

he was born for this.

you weren't as lucky.

the passion for music came from watching a performance of your school choir by chance. you were convinced that you were destined to pass by the auditorium at that very moment--destined to hear the way the ensemble blended their voices together so seamlessly--as if it was a body of water collectively sending waves to shore.

it was too late in the year to join the ensemble you heard, but you managed to squeeze in to one of the beginner classes. it was one of the things in life that you took seriously. staying after school for any extra help from upperclassmen. staying behind to see the rigorous practices that the advanced classes had. while you were graced with a natural talent for music, you still had so much to learn.

which is why you were the most excited when they assigned duets. the only strict rule being that it had to be someone that was in the choir program.

doyoung had taken a liking to you. watching you from the corner of his eye when you sat in one of their after-school practices. he watched the way your pencil followed along the sheet music as they sang, circling the dynamics on top--and underneath--the staff. he watched as your body followed the conductor's baton--watched as you sang along subconsciously to your voice part in the song. he knew without a doubt that he had to choose you for a duet.

he just wasn't entirely sure if it was for his own selfish reasons or for your raw talent.

"(y/n)?" you feel a light tap on your shoulder, the sudden sensation startling you. your binder slips out of your hands when you turn to doyoung, his nearness surprising you further. you can't help but gawk at him, ignoring the way your sheet music spills out of the binder on the floor. doyoung's eyes fall to the floor, his lips twitching slightly as he goes to pick it up for you. you are still watching him as he bends down, his long fingers quick with gathering your materials. you manage to look away as he straightens his posture again, holding his hands out to hand you your binder. "i know we aren't really familiar with each other, but did you want to team up for the duet assignment?"

he was one of the upperclassmen. one of the singers that stood out to you when you watched them practice. the critiques he received from directors were nitpick-y. always something about rounding out his vowels--looking more expressive. it was clear that they only picked on him for small things because they weren't able to find anything he was bad at. he didn't need to improve--but he did need to be pushed just like his classmates.

"yeah!"

you quickly realize that doyoung isn't in it for the music. he knows the song inside and out from the get-go. leaving you to scramble and learn the song even when you're not practicing together. this only makes you wonder what he was in it for. why he chose you of all people?

your practices were usually done in the school practice rooms. preferably one with an old piano in it--sometimes you weren't as lucky. but you watched as doyoung's eyes moved faster than his fingers, reading the music as he played the black and white piano keys. you were almost jealous of his talents. envious of his ability to multitask so effortlessly but he interprets your gaze differently. patting the space on the bench next to him so you could sit--instead of standing with your back to the wall, stiff.

"i like to learn the notes by playing them and then singing them. makes it easier to correct. do you want to try?" your hands hover over the keys, scared to play any of them incorrectly. if you were being honest, you only knew the name of the notes on your phone, where the keys were labeled. "here, i'll show you."

you don't expect doyoung to put his hands on top of yours, guiding them to where he was previously playing. but the piano is the last thing on your mind. instead, thoughts of doyoung's soft skin and dainty fingers replace any and all rational thoughts from your brain.

"the note in between these black keys is d. if you look at the piano you will notice that the pattern repeats over and over again, so the notes only go a, b, c, d, e, f and g. and then back to a. the black keys are semitones--flat or sharp. it just depends on what key we're in, you know?" doyoung finally takes note of your flushed face, his hands immediately clammy on top of yours as he watches you chew your bottom lip anxiously. "(y/n)? did you get any of that?"

"uh-"

"is there a way for me to keep you concentrated?" your gaze drops down to his pouty lips, subconsciously licking your own as you stare them down. this doesn't go unnoticed by doyoung--who has been yearning for your affection since your practices together started. "kissing you?"

for a moment you thought you had shared your thoughts out loud--only to find that your lips were still shut. doyoung was the first to bring up a kiss. that could only mean that he wanted to. that it crossed his mind before it crossed yours. he leans in, with his hands still on top of yours. you're aware of his nearness. the way his cool breath hits your cupid's bow. the way he smells like baby powder--and a little bit like sweat from being in this room for so long. your eyes finally meet again which causes him to tilt his head, raising his eyebrows as if to ask you for a second time.

"here?" but you're the first one to close the gap, the first to meet your lips together. completely disregarding the glass door. completely disregarding that someone might walk by. but none of it matters--not when doyoung's lips feel heavenly. and he's drinking you up like you're a glass of iced tea on a hot summer day. you almost don't want to pull away. wanting to stay in his warmth even if the positioning was awkward. "we can practice at my place next time."

[yutafrita]

Hi!

Can I request a Doyoung x Male Reader (established relationship but NOT revealed to the public) where the reader is an NCT 127 member and they are known for being kind of awkward (not in a bad way) and kind of confused most of the time (Hey! It’s me lol)

So basically NCT 127 is being interviewed and the interviewer asks the reader who their favorite member is and the reader gets kind of awkward and gets really red

Thank you :)

Ohhh interesting okay! Thank you for the req- I hope you like it :)

WC: Less than 500

“Hey,” Taeyong snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, “did you get that?”

You blinked quickly, reflecting over the previous few seconds. You were all getting last minute makeup touch-ups before an interview and Taeyong was explaining to you where you’d be sitting.

“Next to Doyoung, yeah.”

“No, next to Haechan and Johnny,” he sighed in response. Taeyong was happy that you and Doyoung were happy together, but trying to help keep your secret from the public was really stressing the poor leader out. “You’ll be fine, we’ll be fine,” Taeyong walked off, repeating this mantra to himself.

You felt embarrassed, your cheeks and ears heating up. No matter how many interviews, YouTube content, reality shows or variety shows you took part of, you felt nervous that you would stumble over your words. Now, that you and Doyoung had been together for a few months, you were nervous about accidentally letting that slip out somehow. You were thankful for once, that your reputation online was being awkward and dazed as it helped conceal anything.

Sitting between Johnny and Haechan, Doyoung entered the set and sent a small wink your way before he sat in front of you.

"You guys are annoying," Johnny whispered, nudging your arm so you knew he was joking.

Shortly after everyone was mic'd up, the interview started. It went relatively well- you and all the members get along which usually showed itself in these interactions. You had zoned out after a bit, impulsively nodding and laughing along.

"... member?"

Haechan nudged you and your eyes widened as you realized everyone was staring at your for a response.

"S-Sorry, come again?" your response let out a strong laugh from the group, and Johnny shook your shoulders as the laughter slowly died down.

"A fan on twitter wants to know who your favorite member is to hang out with?" the interviewer repeated, a smile on their face.

"Ahh..." you stared off, ignoring all of the members turning their fake pouty faces towards you. You looked forward, chuckling as you finally answered with, "Doyoung of course!"

"Wow, I'm hurt!" Johnny feigned, and you gave him a side hug as everyone laughed.

"We just... love getting coffee together," you added, and the interviewed seemed please.

"It's true, they always bring back coffee," Jaehyun decided to continue it.

"Yeah, y/n is my favorite member to hang out with too," Doyoung affirmed, and you couldn't help the smile you wore. Thankfully, the interview continued, but the blush stayed on the rest of the time.

[vkooksupremacy]

Cringiest Couple

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

⚠️ Cringe Alert ⚠️

Everyone outside NCT thinks Doyoung and Y/N are awkward bros like Doyoung and Renjun.

No no no. Let me correct you.

Introducing...

The cringiest couple on the entire planet!

You heard that right. They are so in love that the members cannot stand it.

"Get a room!" Jaehyun yelled, throwing a pillow at Doyoung and Y/N. They were cuddling and Doyoung was pinching Y/N's cheeks, mumbling about how cute he was. Y/N was giggling, provoking Jaehyun to do what he'd done.

"I don't wanna see you kissing my brother, Doyoung." Jaehyun gagged.

"Then don't." Doyoung said, making Jaehyun groan.

"Anyway, he's 4 years younger than you."

"I don't care." Doyoung said, pinching Y/N's cheeks again. "Jaemin is dating Kun and you don't care. They're twins."

"Jaemin can take care of himself." Jaehyun dismissed. "Y/N... Is a tiny little baby. MY baby. Coincidentally, you are the cringiest couple I've ever met."

"He's mine now." Doyoung smirked, looking at Jaehyun smugly when Y/N cuddled into him. "See?"

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"You know he's going to keep glaring at you forever right?" Y/N asked, tilting his head cutely.

"I know, but I don't care. You're too cute." Doyoung replied, pecking the younfers cheek. "Look, he's going crazy."

A red had spread around Jaehyuns ears and he was staring straight at the sappy couple.

"We'll leave Johnny hyung to deal with him." Y/N saidazily. "I love you."

"I love you too, my Prince."

Masterlist

[star-suh]

requesting a angsty doyoung x bttm mreader 🤭🤭🤭

The Devil Is Real, And He's Not A Little Red Man With Horns And A Tail. 

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

cw: angst attempt, doyoung is an asshole, breakup, degrading but not in THAT way lol, doyoung refers to people as toys, he's like a psycho, subtle mention of sex, happy ending for reader.

an: just in case, this is for entertainment purpose only, don't take it so seriously please. none of the events shown here represents kim doyoung in real life.

idk if you anon wanted me to add smut on it, i didn't do it to make it as angsty as possible but if you wanted i'm sorry, also i used a phrase of my fave show and listened to art deco instrumental while writing lol, hope you all enjoy it.

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it was night, a serene breeze caressing y/n's cheeks, the moon shining on him making his teary eyes glow like if galaxies were in there… it all looked perfect… then y/n's boyfriend, kim doyoung, showed up…

"we need to talk y/n" started doyoung

"i know" replied calmly y/n weeping his tears with the back of his hand, "why didn't you tell me before?" continued y/n with a shaky hurt voice.

"why?" he laughed "isn't it obvious y/n? because if i had told you before, the fun would have ended a long time ago, silly" he caressed y/n's hair but he quickly pushed his hand away. "don't touch me. you disgust me" said y/n crying looking at doyoung who just was there… standing… unfazed… just smiling… like a hunter who is about to kill his prey.

"that's not what you said when you were under me, begging me to make you cry. isn't it funny huh?. now that i'm making you cry you don't like it" mocked doyoung doing a sad face.

"you're an idiot you know that? you make me want to throw up" y/n replied "just tell me why me? why did you choose me to be used by you" yelled the heartbroken guy who just discovered he was being used by his supposed boyfriend "i was always there for you, i helped you with your assignments i-". "that's exactly why i chose you dumbo, i needed to pass the semester and you were the perfect one" doyoung laughs "you are so naive damn.  i'm proud of me, really proud how i had to endure your annoying clingy ass, how you were always there being so nosy, just the thought of being near you makes me so sick. at least you were good in bed" he said wiping y/n's tears.

"what about me?. didn't you consider my feelings at least once?" asked y/n desperate, waiting for doyoung to say that it's all a joke, a bad one, but a joke. "i'm going to confess that yes i almost thought about that, but i didn't give it any importance haha, i remembered that you are a toy and toys are to be used, they don't have feelings idiot, they're just empty shells waiting for someone that gives them some value" doyoung said with a maniacal face. "you're a fucking psycho" murmured y/n looking at his feet trying to hide his teary eyes.

y/n phone rings, he grabbed the phone to see who was it then he just pressed the red button to keep listening to doyoung. "who was that?" asked doyoung, y/n didn't replied, "bet it was one of those wrong dialed calls, i would say that was someone who cares about you but i don't think so, you're so bland, annoying and pathetic. you're a fucking weeping baby that no one likes" doyoung raised his voice.

y/n fell down to his knees looking at the moon's reflection on the river. "anyways you were a good toy dude" doyoung patted y/n's shoulder "i know some guys who would love to have a toy like you, let me know if you want their numbers silly boy" he kissed y/n's cheek and smiled "it was good 'till it lasted, goodbye" the older waved. y/n turned around to watch him leave and sees how he has a new partner, y/n was just in shock he didn't say anything… he was just there crying, hearing the soothing sound of the water flowing in the river and how it disturbs the moon and stars' reflection.

how such a beautiful and lovely scenery happens to be the witness of a heartbreaking scene between two lovers?

months have passed and y/n is almost recovered of his past relationship with doyoung, he's sitting in the cafeteria looking at that man with his new partner, y/n can't help but fell bad for them, how that man is out there using people at his will but he can't do anything about it because he knows that they will not believe him like they did when he told them what doyoung did to him. "they are willing to lose their dignity and do everything for a pretty face that has no heart. the devil is real, and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite" a phrase that it seems to be especifically made for doyoung, thought y/n "he's the empty shell with no value after all".

y/n stands up and just walks away to the university's entrance the breeze caressing his cheeks and hair. y/n is crying, but a happy crying because he overcame that dark past, he feels alive and liberated, of course he's gonna be careful with who he's gonna share his feelings now but he feels good about himself and that's what matters. yellow and brown leaves falling of the yellow/orange trees by the soft autumn breeze, the warm sunlight peeking through the trees' branches. another beautiful scenery this time witnessing a beautiful smile… y/n's beautiful smile…

[gyundo]

“A Neighbor Like You”

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung) x Male Reader

SMUT! DNI if under 18!!!

Plot: Doyoung is Y/N’s older neighbor who takes an interest in the boy.

Y/N L/N was in his first year of college and was just moving into his new apartment. Excited to start a new phase in his life, Y/N put down the box in his hands and looked around to the place that would become his home.

Y/N’s parents walked in the door a moment after with the last of Y/N’s things. After a tearful goodbye, Y/N waved goodbye to his parents and went up to his apartment.

Y/N walked around the place with a deep sigh, having left home for the first time and unsure of when he’d see his parents next. Yet at the same time, Y/N was ready to begin his independent life.

In an effort to get to know his neighbors, Y/N decided to give some of his cookies to everyone on his story, starting with his next door neighbor.

Y/N quietly walked over to the next door and rung the bell, a little bit nervous about whether his neighbors would be nice and welcoming or rough and rude.

The door was opened by a handsome man in his mid 30s with a white T-shirt that showed off his muscular build. While not a bodybuilder, it was clear that the man had worked out for a good time, furthered by his significantly muscular thighs on display with his 2 inch inseam shorts.

Y/N looked up and down and was drooling in his mind before the neighbor said, “Can I help you?”

Y/N snapped back to reality, introducing himself, “Hello, I’m Y/N L/N, and I just moved here. I wanted to give you these cookies and please let me know if you need me anytime for anything .”

The man looked Y/N up and down, before teasing him by grabbing his hand and then the box of cookies before saying, “Thanks, I’m Doyoung and I might take you up on that offer real soon.”

Y/N quickly gave the rest of his neighbors cookies, who were mostly families. Y/N couldn’t get the image of the mature man who opened the door for him out of his sinful mind as he pondered on what they could be doing as they were only a wall away.

Doyoung knocked on Y/N’s door while Y/N has just finished stashing away all of his things. Y/N ran up to go answer and was more than excited to see the handsome man again. At a closer distance, Y/N was able to smell his cologne and naturally musky smell, attracting him more to the older man as he kept looking up and down the eye candy called Doyoung.

“You said I could call you anytime, Y/N. Here I am, I need some help with dinner,” Doyoung slyly replied while giving Y/N a smirk.

Y/N was too innocent to pick up on the smirk but thought it was very clever that his neighbor found a way to invite him over for dinner. Nonetheless, Y/N was very excited and followed his neighbor into his apartment.

Y/N’s eyes looked around in shock as he noticed Doyoung’s detailed wall accents, accessories, and furniture that was extremely well kept, especially for a bachelor. He was only impressed more and more by Doyoung, who invited Y/N into the kitchen.

“It’s making dinner and finishing it that I needed your help with,” Doyoung joked.

Y/N expressed his gratitude to Doyoung for letting him in and for the dinner while Doyoung instructed Y/N to cut some green onions for a garnish.

Y/N kept stealing glances of Doyoung’s body and face, enthralled by the square rim glasses falling low on Doyoung’s nose, the defintion and veins on his arms emerging with every chop he made with the knife, and the meatiness of Doyoung’s thighs.

Y/N just kept collecting images of Doyoung in his mind, probably for jerk off material later, but what he didn’t realize is that his gaze was obvious to the experienced Doyoung.

Doyoung knew Y/N was attracted to him and was ready to ensnare him in his trap. Making a small move to fluster him, Doyoung tsk tsked to Y/N.

“You’re not cutting the green part fine enough, lemme show you,” Doyoung claimed with a straight face, all the while walking over to Y/N and hovering over his body. Doyoung leaned in and held Y/N’s hand over the knife as he guided his chopping, while simultaneously moving his body closer to Y/N’s. His front side was eventually fully pressed against Y/N’s back, enabling him to feel Y/N smooth and bouncy ass on his crotch.

Y/N on the other hand, could not stop blushing after he felt Doyoung’s large cock, making it clear there was no underwear underneath Doyoung’s already revealing shorts. Y/N’s just let Doyoung’s hand take control of the knife and his hand as he felt the warmth from behind him.

Doyoung slowly moved away, knowing that Y/N was in a state like hypnosis and would do whatever the older wanted out of attraction.

The dinner was soon finished, as Doyoung asked Y/N questions and learned of the other’s young age, his college apprehensions, while informing the other of his age and lifestyle as well.

Doyoung and Y/N’s neighborly relationship had started on good footing, but things were only about to get better and closer.

Right before Y/N was to bring the plates into the dining room, Doyoung cleaver stashed away the second chair so there was only one chair left.

As Y/N brought the food to the table, Doyoung explained that he only kept one chair because it was usually just him at home, but it wasn’t going to be an issue.

Doyoung sat down and Y/N was shocked as Doyoung pulled Y/N down into his lap.

“Problem solved, you can just sit in my lap. There’s not going to be any trouble with that, right Y/N?” Doyoung teased with a smirk as Y/N blushed.

Y/N was struggling to prevent getting an erection while sitting on such a hot man’s thighs. Y/N enjoyed the warmth of Doyoung’s muscular things and abdomen more than the warmth of the rice bowl he was eating, and he convinced himself to relish every moment of sitting on Doyoung’s lap in case he didn’t have the opportunity again.

Luckily for Y/N, Doyoung saw through all of his antics as clear as day and let the younger have his way with maximizing the skinship between the two. Doyoung himself was having trouble restraining himself from an erection as the younger shifted on his lap, allowing Doyoung to enjoy the shape of Y/N’s ass as well.

Dinner was soon finished, and Doyoung took off his shirt, “Damn that rice bowl really heated me up (in more ways than one).” Y/N was still eating, but he kept sneaking glances at Doyoung’s abs, well defined pecs, and rounded, muscular shoulders.

As oblivious as a virgin would be, Y/N just kept getting hornier while not realizing Doyoung’s intent.

Doyoung knew that Y/N was a virgin from the way he acted and saw that his chance to take the younger was a pretty good one, as Y/N clearly swinged his way.

Doyoung got up once Y/N finished his meal and led him into the bedroom, “There’s something here I need your help with.”

Just as Y/N entered, Doyoung quickly shut the door behind him and pushed Y/N to the wall as he kissed him aggressively.

“My first kiss, mm, feels so good,” Y/N thought as he tried to kiss back Doyoung, whose tongue was encircling his in a dance that spoke of technique and experience. Y/N was shocked but due to his arousal, he melted right into Doyoung’s arms.

Doyoung moved their lower bodies closer as he pulled his lips apart from Y/N before whispering in his ear,“ It’s my cock that really needs your tight hole, the dinner was just a distraction,” all the while rubbing his hard on against Y/N’s.

Y/N was worried on how he would take a large cock in his virgin ass that had never even been touched before, but his horniness clouded his mind as he agreed, saying out to the other with a blank expression, “Please take me. I’ve been so horny painfully so since I saw you this afternoon. I want you to give me my first feeling of cock, please you’re such a DILF, Doyoung.”

Doyoung smirked back, “I had my eyes on you too, you seemed like such a fresh piece of meat that I knew I wanted to the be the first to pound your hole so you learn how good anal can be. Looks like all my tactics worked, I’ve ensnared another prey in my trap of attraction.”

Doyoung threw Y/N onto the bed before kissing him aggressively again. Doyoung took off Y/N’s t-shirt before sucking on his nipples.

“Milk me, D-Daddy. AHHH,” Y/N screamed as he felt a surge of sensitivity in the area before Doyoung moved onto the next one, prompting a light yelp. Doyoung then skillfully rid Y/N of the confinements of his shorts and underwear with just one hand, while the other muscular hand with veins and thick fingers rubbed itself all over Y/N’s abdomen, like a massage that was giving the other warmth and making his lower body feel a pressure to cum.

Knowing that Y/N was being stimulated extremely well due to his technique. Doyoung began to slowly pump Y/N’s cock with a tight grip as Y/N moaned out.

“It feels so good, it never feels this good when I do it,” Y/N said with a fucked-out expression.

“That’s cause I know exactly how to make you feel good, Y/N,” Doyoung proudly stated while rubbing his finger over Y/N’s glans, causing the younger to throw his head back and lift up his legs.

Doyoung stopped abruptly as the younger began to whimper for more pleasure, “Don’t you think it’s time I pound your ass nice and good, Y/N? You better only cum from having this cock inside you. Take a nice long, hard look,” while Doyoung took off his own shorts.

Y/N kept staring at Doyoung’s cock, which perfectly matched his body in its huge size. 9 inches long with a thick shaft and multiple veins that emphasized its power, Y/N never felt like he needed dick more in his life than in this moment.

Doyoung brought his fingers close to Y/N’s mouth, commanding the younger to lick. He scooped up a decent amount of Y/N’s saliva, rubbing it over his cock.

Y/N yelped as Doyoung flipped him over onto his stomach and got behind him, holding open his ass cheeks to reveal his tight, pink, virgin hole.

Doyoung spit onto Y/N’s hole, before getting on his knees right behind Y/N in order to rub his tip against Y/N’s hole.

“Ready to be a slut just for me, Y/N? Want me to pound your ass until you forget your name and your body is imprinted with the shape of my cock?”

Y/N groaned, “Mmm, please Mr. Kim breed me good.”

Doyoung chuckled, “Of course I will, not everyone opens up their virgin ass to a stranger within the first few hours of meeting them. No condom either, your ass need to know how real cock feels.”

Doyoung quickly pushed all of his cock into Y/N’s tight hole at once, feeling the need to do him nice and rough his first time. Y/N yelled out at the huge intrusion in his formerly virgin ass that had never been touched before, let alone penetrated by a huge cock.

“How does my huge dick feel,” Doyoung asked while reveling in the pleasure of having his dick surrounded tightly after a very long time.

“Mm-g-good,” Y/N managed to cry out while tears rolled out of his eyes due to the searing pain in his ass.

“Your ass is so tight, pretty lucky that you found a perfect cock like me to take it,” Doyoung cooed while thrusting further up.

Y/N’s tears increased as Doyoung’s thrusts only increased, in both frequency and depth.

Y/N thoroughly felt his ass being mangled and pounded deep as he struggled to cope with the initial pain, still crying out.

Doyoung stopped for a brief second, “Aww, is my baby crying? Does it hurt?” to Y/N.

Just as Y/N nodded, Doyoung resumed his thrusts at an even more increased pace, “You need to adjust to cock properly Y/N, that’s the only way you’ll learn to enjoy mine”.

Y/N’s tears increased as the pain remained the same but he slowly got used to the pleasure as Doyoung relentlessly thrusted into him from behind.

The warmth from Doyoung’s well exercised abs and soft pecs turned on Y/N even more as Doyoung reeled in the joy of Y/N’s tight ass, whispering dirty nothings in his ear as he continued his anal onslaught.

Doyoung’s thick, sweaty balls slapped hard against Y/N’s taint as he asked, “Enjoying getting done all rough like this by a huge cock. I’m not done yet?” while increasing his thrusts to an animalistic pace inside Y/N, as his ass slowly molded to the shape of Doyoung’s cock.

Y/N responded with a moan as Doyoung stuffed his mouth with his pheromone laced underwear that smelled strongly of his cock, while putting his hands around Y/N’s neck to lightly choke him.

“This is what a young boy like you truly needs, a real man’s cock ruining your ass deeply and teaching you the pleasure of having big dick in stuffing your tight hole. You like getting manhandled like this, don’t you Y/N. You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Doyoung dirtily questioned the younger.

“Mhm-AAHH,” Y/N yelled out through the fabric stuffed in his mouth as his eyes rolled back from Doyoung’s large cock rubbing right against his prostate. Doyoung smirked at the reaction and began incessantly thrusting right at Y/N’s prostate as his cock began twitching uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna breed you and make you my personal boy. My cock is going to feed your ass with a huge amount of daddy’s cum. I want your ass to know my dick very well since this will be a daily thing from now on, right Y/N? Your tight pink hole is all mine,” Doyoung yelled out while moving his girthy cock through the tight and moist passage Y/N provided.

Every thrust had Y/N’s hole twitching around Doyoung’s cock as his walls squeezed and hugged his veins tightly. Doyoung was enjoying such a tight, pure ass after so long and swore to make it completely his by marking it up with his hot cum. He wanted the shape of his cock impressioned inside Y/N’s hole so it was clear it belonged to him.

“So-so BIG DOYOUNG,” Y/N yelled out with a muffled voice while simulate pulse licking the shorts in his mouth to enjoy the pheromones of Doyoung’s cock that was thrusting in his ass mercilessly, opening it up for the first time.

Y/N was full of overstimulation as he felt the warmth from Doyoung’s large muscles, smell from his underwear, and his huge cock abusing his prostate with perfect technique and precision, sending rippling waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Doyoung had succeeded, as there was no way Y/N wouldn’t be able to resist having this pleasure coursing throughout his body every single day. Y/N knew only Doyoung’s girth cock, still pounding away at his squelching hole, would be able to satisfy him.

Doyoung’s cock continued to fill Y/N’s ass perfectly to the brim, stretching out his asshole so much for the first time, and making the experience addictive for both.

“You want my cum now, bitch boy? You want daddy to cum in you and mark you his? You’re gonna take this big load, i’ve been saving it just for this tight ass. You want everyone to see that only I can pound you this rough and good,” Doyoung asked with pride as his thrusts got faster, never faltering.

“MAKE ME YOURS DADDY, FILL UP MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM AND IMPREGNATE ME! I ONLY WANT YOUR HUGE DICK MR KIM,” Y/N moaned while pushing his ass back onto Doyoung’s cock meeting his thrusts.

“I’m the only one who’s good enough to take you and I’m cumming in your ass cause it belongs to me now. A youngster like you needs the semen of a mature daddy in your ass to really be broken in fully,” Doyoung moaned out as he felt his climax nearing.

Doyoung pulled out and slapped his humongous cock inside Y/N once again, bulging his abdomen and causing him to let out a loud moan of pleasure as Doyoung groaned, leaning his head back as his cock let out years of semen into Y/N’s ass, painting his pink walls fully with the color of Doyoung’s cum. The sound of large spurts forcefully landing on Y/N’s pink walls abused by Doyoung’s cock filled the room. Doyoung had finished taking and impregnating a virgin Y/N with his large cock and his cum that now squelched the inside of Y/N’s ass.

Doyoung slowly moved his cock back and forth to let Y/N’s ass feel the warmth of his hot semen as Y/N came from the feeling, releasing in giant threads all over Doyoung’s mattress, out of a great pleasure that Y/N had never felt before.

“Keep your huge dick inside my ass daddy, I don’t want any of your cum to leave me and prevent me from fully getting pregnant, Y/N moaned out slutily.

“Of course my Y/N-ie, I definitely needed a horny neighbor like you,” Doyoung smirked back as his cock became hard again and the thrusting resumed, overstimulating Y/N with a pleasure that made his mind go blank over and over again, as another session of many commenced.

[malereaderpage]

free love | kim doyoung

▶ doyoung x male reader

▶ fluff, fluff, fluff

you are in the school's library, your eyes scanning through the books on the shelves when you feel someone's arms wrap around your waist and their chin rests on your shoulder. you smile, knowing it's your boyfriend, kim doyoung. you place your hands on his and he greets you with a peck on your cheek before pulling away and turning you around.

"i missed you," he tells you. you giggle. "doyoung, it's only been a couple of hours." he pouts and your heart melts. "you look so handsome." you compliment him. he chuckles. "not as handsome as you." he responds. you place your hands on his cheeks and lean in, meeting his lips in a sweet and gentle kiss. he immediately responds and kisses you back. you pull away and take his hand in yours. "lunch?" you ask him. he nods with a smile. the two of you head to the cafeteria, hand in hand.

you and doyoung meet the rest of your friends and sit down at the table. "hey you two." yedam greets both of you. you and doyoung greet him back before eating. one of doyoung's hands rest on your thigh. you love it when he show's physically affection, especially in public. it tells others that you are his and he's proud of it and doyoung is proud that you are his, he's more than thrilled to be yours.

after lunch you have a few more classes before being able to go home. "i'll see you after school, yeah?" doyoung asks. you nod with a smile. doyoung returns the smile and pecks your nose before walking off to his class.

after school doyoung walks you home, hand in hand. "could you actually sleepover tonight? i mean i know it's week and everything..." you trail off, hoping your boyfriend will say yes. "anything for you, my prince. i'll get my parents to say yes." he replies and you squeal mentally.

"mom! i'm home, doyoung is with me!" you let your mom know. your mom responds with a 'okay.' a few seconds later. your mom and doyoung's parents know that you two are in a relationship and they are supportive of it. doyoung's parents love and adore you, your mom liking doyoung alot.

the both of you head up to your bedroom still hand in hand and doyoung groans of the sudden realization. you turn around to face him. "what's wrong?" you ask him. "we should've went to mine first. it would be better to ask my parents in person, plus we'd anyway need to go to mine to get clothes." he tells you. "ahh, you got a good point." you agree with him. "i'll go ask my mom real quick." you add. "okay." he replies with a soft smile on his face as he let's go of your hand.

the way doyoung looks at you is filled with pure adoration and admiration. everytime he looks at you all of his problems just disappears. he's always happy and calm when he's around you, so relaxed and comfortable. he always knows what to say whenever you are mad or upset, he always succeeds in cheering you up or calming you down. he can read you so easily. you feel so safe with him. you feel so comfortable and relaxed in his embrace. you can fall asleep in his hold oh so easily. he knows you so well.

and just as he knows you so well, so do you. you know exactly what to say to him when he's mad or upset. you can calm him down so easily. doyoung will do anything for you, as long as it makes you happy. he's willing to sacrifice anything for you. the two of you have been together for a while now and you two only recently started saying 'i love you to each other.' you guys don't say it alot since it's all new to you but there arw occasions where you do say it to one another.

you come back to see doyoung lieing down on your bed on his back. you approach him and lie down practically ontop of him. his one arm rests on your back, his hand squeezing your shoulder in comfort. "what did she say?" he asks you softly. "she said yes." you reply in the same tone as his. doyoung pecks your head and the two of you get up and head to his house.

fortunately, doyoung's parents also say yes and the two of you go to his bedroom to get the necessary things he'll need. after getting everything he needs the two of you head back to your house.

you two change into something more comfortable. completing your look is doyoung's hoodie. it's so soft and comfortable. doyoung loves it when you wear his clothing. "let's get some snacks and drinks then we can watch a movie or something on my laptop in my bedroom." doyoung is quick to agree and the two of you wipe the kitchen, snatching all of the snacks and drinks then head back to your bedroom.

after getting everything ready and comfortable, you can't help but film the setup, getting you and doyoung holding hands in the video and uploading the short video to your instagram story. "had to show off?" he questions you with a chuckle. you nod, proud as you place your phone down and play the movie. doyoung only giggles in response.

later that night your mom comes in and tells you two to get to bed since you guys have school the following day. fortunately for you two the movie is finished and both of you are full of the snacks and drinks.

the two of you get ready for bed and get comfortable next to one another. you are facing doyoung as his hand is resting on your waist, his other hand by your head as he plays with your locks. he softly chuckle at him. you peck his lips, "goodnight." you say. "night y/n." he says back and pecks your forehead. he pulls you closer and you fall asleep in his warm and comfortable embrace.

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CHAPTER SIX : on the dark side of the (sailor) moon

@ notyourmalelead top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger ln yn. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).

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Birthday Cake

SUMMARY |  It's Mark's birthday and you have a very special surprise for him.

PAIRINGS | Mark x Reader

GENRE/CONTENT/WARNINGS |  non-idol!Mark, non-idol!Reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (both male/female receiving/giving), praise kink, pet names, dirty talk, food play, messy cake sex??

RATING | Mature, NSFW, 18+

LENGTH |  4093 words

TAGLIST | --

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Firstly, I apologize if it sounds rushed and probably not one of my best works. I literally wrote this in like 3 hours lol. I still hope you all like this though lol. Secondly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK. We all love you 💚

Mark Lee always considered himself a lucky man as he was surrounded by friends and loved ones who gathered for this dinner party for his birthday. Smiling from his seat, his hand was placed on your thigh, softly caressing. His eyes wandered over to yours. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.

You smiled and nodded. "Why wouldn't I be okay? My man's birthday is today."

"Good. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way."

"Thank you." You leaned in to kiss him. "And you look so handsome today."

"We get it. You both love each other." Johnny rolled his eyes jokingly. "Can we start the celebration already?"

You pulled back, a smile still on your lips. "Yeah. Let's celebrate."

Mark had planned a quiet and private party with the closest people in his life. As the night progressed, it turned into a rowdy one. Johnny and Yuta were playing a drinking game while Jungwoo, Jeno, Jaehyun, and Hendery were cheering them on. Ten was in the kitchen, preparing another batch of food with Doyoung. Taeyong was nowhere to be found, but he might've left with Kun since neither of them was here.

You and Mark watched them. You were sitting in his lap while his arms were around your waist.

"Having fun?" he whispered, placing a kiss on your neck.

"I am." You turned to him, arms around his neck. "Is the birthday boy having fun? Did he get all his presents?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. I did. Although I'm still waiting for the best present."

"Oh really? What would that be?"

Mark looked into your eyes. "The most beautiful girl in the world."

"And who would that be?"

"It's you." He gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

"You're so cheesy." You giggled.

"You love it."

"Yeah, I do."

You were about to kiss him again until Johnny interrupted. "Hey, you two lovebirds! We're going to sing Happy Birthday now. Stop being gross and pay attention."

"We weren't doing anything." You called out, Mark laughing.

Johnny raised a brow at you, clearly not buying it. "Uh huh, sure. Get your horny asses over here."

Mark stood up with you in his arms, placing you on your feet before standing beside you.

"Okay, guys, gather around!" Yuta called out, waving the cake in his hands. "One... two..."

Everyone sang, their eyes glued on Mark. You looked over at him, a fond smile on your lips. He turned to look at you, his heart fluttering as your gaze met. After the song ended, he blew the candles and made a wish. Everyone cheered. You went back to your seat beside Mark and held his hand. "So, what did you wish for?"

He shrugged. "It's a secret."

"You know I won't tell anyone."

"But you'd find out sooner or later."

"That's true."

Mark squeezed your hand. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

"But your friends—"

"They'll understand. I just want to be with you tonight."

"Okay." You nodded, a smile still on your lips.

Doyoung looked up from where he was standing. "You two better be responsible!"

You turned to him. "Don't worry. We're just going to hang out."

"Uh-huh, sure." Ten rolled his eyes.

"We're just going to hang out!"

Ten smirked, his eyes moving between you and Mark. "Dressed like that? I doubt it. Don't forget to use protection."

Your face heated up at his words. Mark only chuckled. "We're leaving."

"Take care, you two." Doyoung waved, watching you both leave.

As soon as the door closed, you took off your heels, sighing in relief. It was nice to feel the ground beneath your feet again.

"You could've worn comfortable shoes," Mark said.

"I wanted to look pretty for you."

"Baby, you always look pretty to me."

You smiled at his words, heart racing in your chest.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. "Where do you wanna go?"

"My place? I got you a gift. And it's more of a private one."

"Okay, let's go."

You got a cab and went to your place. You fished your keys from your purse and opened the door, inviting Mark inside.

"Stay here, Mark." You said. "I'll be right back."

He nodded and went to the couch. Meanwhile, you went to your room and looked through your drawers, trying to find that sexy, crotchless lingerie you bought for special occasions. Mark didn't know that you own one. Hell, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Finally, you found it and you quickly changed, looking at yourself in the mirror. After putting on the lingerie, you fixed your hair and you threw your clothes back on so that he could unwrap you when you got to the bedroom.

You came back and smiled at him. "Do you have the present?" he asked.

"It's not a tangible gift."

He frowned. "Then what is it?"

You moved closer to him and sat in his lap. "It's a surprise."

Mark wrapped his arms around you. "Will I like it?"

"You will." You gave him a soft kiss.

His hands wandered to your waist. "Can I open it now?"

"Not yet." You laughed as you got off his lap and made your way to the kitchen. "Wait for me. I'll make it worth your while."

"You always do."

You came back with the cake and a candle. Mark was already waiting on the couch, smiling when he saw the cake in your hands. "Baby, we already blew the candles earlier with the guys."

"But that’s with the guys. Right now, it’s me.”

"Wow, baby, you're so thoughtful."

"Anything for the birthday boy."

Mark looked up at you, eyes twinkling. "Can I blow out the candles now?"

"Of course." You nodded. "Make a wish."

He blew the candles, the light from the flames flickering as it went out. At the same time, you were on your knees in front of him, your hand already massaging his growing bulge.

"I hope it's coming true," you said, looking up at him.

"It is." He nodded, leaning back against the couch. "It sure is."

Your hand rubbed the bulge, slowly unzipping his pants and taking his dick out. He was already hard.

"Already excited?" you asked, kissing the tip.

"It's my birthday. I should be excited."

You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. He placed his hand on the back of your head, gently encouraging you to continue.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, his voice low.

You continued sucking, licking the underside and the tip, and swirling your tongue around. He was moaning loudly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your hands were gripping the base of his shaft, jerking him off as your mouth worked him.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Keep going."

He groaned your name as his grip tightened, pulling your hair. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking amazing."

You felt his cum coating your tongue. You kept sucking until the very last drop. After that, you let him rest in your mouth, the sweet taste lingering. He looked down, a little surprised that his dick was still hard. You let him go, and it slipped out of your mouth. 

You sat up, wiping the corners of your lips. "Didn't you like your gift?"

Mark smiled, pulling you towards him so that you were seated on his lap again. "I did, very much."

"Well, that was part one."

"What's part two?"

"Take off my clothes and see."

Mark obliged and removed your shirt, revealing the lace covering your breasts. "Oh? What else are you hiding? Wait... are you...?"

You smirked, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the tulle skirt. You raised it to reveal your dripping cunt in the panties that barely covered anything. "Part two, crotchless panties.”

His eyes widened at the sight, his hands automatically wandering to the bare skin of your legs. He stroked the insides, squeezing. Your thighs were a weak point for him, something that he used against you whenever he wanted something from you.

"Wait," he stopped. "Let's just go to your room. I wanna ravish you properly."

"Oh?" you raised a brow.

"It is part of my gift, right?"

"Part of it," you nodded.

"Okay." He looked up, gazing into your eyes. "Gimme more."

"Okay, birthday boy. Whatever you want." You giggled, playfully smirking. He carried you and rushed to your room. Laughter escaped your lips as Mark tossed you onto the bed. "Someone's eager to open their gift, isn't he?"

He looked you over hungrily, biting his bottom lip as his eyes fell to your breasts. "Because she looks so fucking hot."

You pressed your back against the headboard and spread your legs, offering yourself. Mark climbed into bed with you, kneeling on the mattress.

"Take what you want, Mark," you seductively told him.

His eyes darkened. He licked his lips and leaned towards you, capturing yours. He devoured your mouth, groaning as you opened up for him, letting him push his tongue past your lips.

After a few seconds of kissing, he pulled away and looked at you. "Hands on the headboard."

You did as told and reached behind you, latching on to the edge of the headboard, spreading your knees wide. Mark started trailing his lips and teeth across your neck. You shivered at the sensation, especially as his lips went lower and lower.

Mark squeezed your nipples between his fingers as he licked and kissed your skin. You gasped in surprise as he captured your right nipple between his teeth and tugged it. Your grip tightened and you whimpered, arching your back as he rolled the hardened nub between his teeth.

He then licked a trail downwards, placing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and between your breasts. When his tongue flicked over one nipple, you gasped, arching your back off the headboard and pushing your breasts into his mouth.

"Did you like that, baby girl?" he asked. His voice was muffled as his mouth was otherwise occupied.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, since you're enjoying this, I'll do more of it. But after I fuck that tight little pussy of yours."

"Thank you," you panted, feeling his tongue flicking your other nipple.

"God, you're so sexy."

Your eyes followed his head as he continued his way down your stomach, biting your lip as he licked all over the lace fabric. You'd bought it in dark blue because Mark complimented you in that shade of color before. It seemed he appreciated the gesture since he was practically worshipping your body in that outfit.

"Shit," you whispered, panting.

He hummed, sending a vibration down your core. Your back was arched, hands desperately gripping the wood behind your back, thighs trembling on each side of your lover's face.

"I bet you'd look so hot with cake frosting all over your tits," he spoke up, licking a line across your folds.

Your legs shook at his words, a soft moan escaping your lips. You felt him smirk against your core, clearly pleased with the reaction you gave him. "There is cake in the living room," you reminded him, your breathing was getting erratic.

Mark paused, eyes still focused between your legs. Then he looked at you with a smirk. "We'd have to change your sheets and shower afterwards."

"Worth it if it means you get to enjoy it on my body."

He growled as you wriggled underneath his gaze. The pressure of him being so close and yet so far away is driving you mad. You loved when Mark was gentle with you, but sometimes you also needed roughness.

"So, are you up for it or do you want to just fuck the shit out of me now?" you teased, leaning back against the pillows with a devilish smirk.

"Baby girl," he breathed, a predatory smile appearing on his face, "it'd be my fucking pleasure."

"Bring the fucking cake and decorate my body," you suggested, snarling playfully as you got rid of your bra and threw it somewhere.

He gave you a smug grin before he rushed out of the room and came back shortly with the cake in his hand, his finger dipping the frosting out. "Hmmm..." he purred, eyeing your body, "where do I start?"

"Wherever you want, birthday boy," you replied in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

A small mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face before he grabbed one breast and held your right nipple between two fingers as he applied the sugary substance over it. You squirm underneath his touch, goosebumps running along your skin as the chilling cream came into contact. He let go, looking pleased at the work he'd done before his eyes flicked to your face, checking to see if you were okay.

His voice sounded velvety as it reached your ears, "Do you want the other one to have the same amount, baby?"

"Mark," you gasped, swallowing down the lump of lust in your throat, "yeah, cover me with icing."

Mark's lips curled upward in satisfaction while his pupils dilated slightly from excitement, "Gladly, my love."

He grabbed another fistful and brought his hand down, starting his art, applying layer by layer in an attempt to replicate how beautiful his cake was. He then proceeded with applying frosting on your left breast while you moaned softly every time he touched the sensitive skin with the tip of his fingers. Once satisfied, he scooted closer and added final touches by using his tongue to give some details, making you squirm as it left a wet, sticky path across your chest. He blew on it, making you gasp for breath, your voice coming out as a mixture of whimpers and moans.

"This is fucking hot." Fingers still coated in icing, he brought them to your lips. "Suck," he demanded, watching with dark eyes as his fingers disappeared between your lips.

You obeyed and tasted the sweetness of the icing mixed with his masculine scent, feeling like you could come any moment, especially with the hungry look he gave you, eyes filled with lust and anticipation for the feast. 

"Good, huh? Want me to continue?" he asked.

A soft moan escaped you. You were eager to have his mouth on your cunt.

"Answer me, darling."

Your eyes widened and you let out a strangled cry, "Yes."

"Such a slutty little thing for me, baby. What would people think, hmm, seeing you like this? All covered in sugary mess for my enjoyment? To consume you whole."

Your breathing came short and fast. You couldn't see anything other than Mark's heated gaze as your pussy twitched underneath his touch, his voice deep in your ear, coaxing more noises from deep within your gut as he used his tongue to circle around your icing covered nipple. He licked down to your stomach, circling his tongue around it, painting a picture for your senses. You felt yourself becoming wetter each time he dipped his tongue into your navel, the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, flames licking up your spine, begging him to touch your most sensitive parts.

"I'm going to devour you, darling," his low tone sent shivers running through every nerve ending, "all of you."

Your toes curled. A shiver ran down your spine.

"Yes, yes, please," you pleaded, voice husky. You wanted him more than anything. Wanted to feel every inch of his thick, delicious length in your pussy, spreading your walls wide open and filling you.

The room was silent except for your shallow breaths and Mark's heavy ones, both anticipating the moment he'd thrust inside you. Finally, he inched forward, hovering above you as he ran his tongue over your nipple once more, swirling the tip in slow circles before taking it completely between his teeth and giving a soft bite. Your hand slipped over his shoulder, fingertips digging into his shoulder blade as you arched towards him.

"Please..." your voice trembled as you felt yourself clench and tighten under his grip, preparing itself for what was to come.

Mark smiled into your chest, the smile stretching across his face until it became a full-on grin. He pulled back and slid his body down between your legs, taking his time to take every inch of you in before settling there, propped up between your thighs. His hand glided over your stomach and down to your mound, fingers pressing softly as they traveled between your legs. His palm lingered on top of your heat, fingers rubbing gently at the swollen skin as you shivered and squirmed, a light sweat coating your upper lip.

"Fuck, baby," Mark moaned. "You're so wet."

His fingers traced circles, leaving the combination of cake icing and your wetness trailing down the side of your leg. He dragged his lips down and his tongue swept against the inside of your thigh, leaving a slick trail of cake icing and saliva along the length of it, then up.

"Mark, please." you begged, desperately wanting him to end this torture and finally slide his cock in you, making you writhe against the soft mattress. You felt a warmth building deep in your belly as he moved his mouth closer to your pussy.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he crooned softly into your ear. "Tell me exactly what you'd like me to do right now and maybe I'll give it to you."

"Ughh, please!" you cried as his thumb brushed against your clit, causing sparks to shoot across your body and setting every nerve ending aflame.

Mark let out a low chuckle, enjoying every bit of it. You bucked upwards again as he moved his finger in circular motions around your opening before slipping the tip in. "Tell me more, I'll hear you loud and clear," he urged, his voice thick with lust as he added more fingers into your slick entrance, pushing deeper inside as you hissed out your pleasure.

"Take me, Mark. Please! Make me yours." You screamed. "I want you inside me so badly. Want to feel every inch of your amazing, perfect cock buried deep in my wet cunt," your nails dug into the mattress beneath you.

"You ask so nicely, but remember who's birthday is this. Say it." he cooed, his breath tickling the sensitive skin near the shell of your ear. He nipped the lobe, then ran his lips down your neck as his thumb rubbed the aching bud on the hood of your clit, sending fireworks along your spine.

"Y-your birthday." You stammered. "Please take me for your birthday."

His fingers reached lower. One last stroke with the pad of his thumb against your clit and your body was a trembling mess, walls squeezing, pulling, sucking around the two fingers pumping in and out. You were whimpering and groaning, lost to everything other than the movement of his fingers and his intense gaze focused directly on you.

"Please!" you sobbed, your pussy spasming around Mark's fingers and hips grinding helplessly up and down.

Mark withdrew them with a satisfied smirk on his face, cock so hard you could barely stand it as he pressed a thumb to the corner of your mouth, pushing a mix of icing and your juices into your mouth, which you eagerly swallowed down greedily.

"Fuck, I knew you could handle it, but damn, baby girl," Mark groaned, dragging a single digit along your slit, collecting your slick, watching intently as it clung to his fingers and dropped to the bed below. "That was one of the hottest things you've ever said to me."

Mark smeared the mix of icing and your liquids down his erection. He didn't bother to hide the pleasure he felt at the sensation, nor how hard he had become simply by teasing you and making you scream for release. And it showed. 

"Ready?" he asked, the tip of his member already nudging your entrance.

"Yes." you gasped as your arousal began pooling. "Fuck me."

Mark didn't waste any time. Without a second thought, he pushed himself forward, sheathing his entire length inside your pussy in one smooth motion, moaning with satisfaction as his skin met yours. You arched up off the bed, the sweet smell of the cake still permeating your senses, mingling with Mark's scent, along with the unmistakable musk of sex.

Mark grabbed hold of your thighs, pushing them up, your legs on his shoulders. He pressed his head into the crook between your shoulder and neck and whispered to you, "Let's fill you up with my cake icing."

You moaned lowly, the sound almost inaudible over Mark's soft pants, as he slowly began rocking back and forth, the gentle movements turning into rougher strokes the longer he thrusts into you. It's not enough. Your body is tingling from the way he stretched your pussy out, and while it isn't the rough fucking you were hoping for, it's certainly an appetizer to the main event.

"Come on, Mark," you groaned, pressing down against him so that every thrust made him sink deeper and deeper, pushing you into the bed until his cock brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. "Don't you want to take charge on your special day? Don't you want to show me who's in control here?"

Mark growled, the noise coming from the back of his throat sending vibrations down to where your skin met his. He pressed his lips together tightly as he struggled to retain his composure and composure be damned because now was his turn, time to show how good he could fuck when he was set to.

He didn't know if he could even wait to start but god help him if he didn't do something about how incredible his girlfriend looked right now, writhing beneath him, covered in icing and sex-messed hair stuck against her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," Mark purred, lowering himself until his forehead pressed lightly against yours. "This is the best gift I could ever ask for." He nibbled lightly on your lower lip and whispered against it, "To have your pussy all nice and warm for me, letting me use you any way I like... I'm gonna wreck you, Y/N."

You moaned at the prospect and at how goddamn sexy he sounded when he was turned on.

"Make me cum," you rasped. "Use my pussy however you want and make me cum, please!"

"Your wish is my command." he grinned cheekily.

Mark's hips picked up pace, plunging harder and faster into you, filling you fully again and again.

You moaned as he slammed inside of you. Every time his pelvic bone struck yours was a sharp shock wave of pleasure flowing through you, making your brain swim. Your legs quivered at the contact; your heels dug into Mark's back and drew him forward, urging him to keep fucking you with that amazing dick.

You had never seen your boyfriend move this quickly before, the sound of his breathing and the loud groans you were hearing were all coming from inside your head. In and out. His thrusts were powerful. Hard and steady, almost machine-like as he buried his cock within you time after time.

And you loved every second of it.

Mark leaned forward, resting his weight on his palms, his face mere inches away from yours. His fingers tightened their grip in your hair before pulling you closer towards him and pressed his mouth onto yours. 

As Mark broke the kiss, his breath hitched, body shuddering, cock spasming inside of you. Hot bursts of liquid shot deep inside, coating your cunt and filling it to the brim with semen. You held onto him tightly as his entire frame trembled with orgasm, trying to not collapse on you. He struggled to breathe while keeping his hands firmly anchored on either side of your head, locking his elbows so that he wouldn't fall over. He never broke his eye contact.

Finally, when both your orgasms had waned and you could think straight again, you began speaking, your voice sounding strained as it came out in short huffs. "You liked it that much huh?"

"Shit," he gasped between breaths, nodding as sweat ran down his face, dripping onto your chest.

"But..." His tongue flicked over your neck, licking the side before whispering hotly into your ear, "There's something I want a bit more."

Your breath hitched at his statement. "Hmmm?"

"A few more rounds for my birthday," Mark smiled playfully. "And then a bath before bed, babe."

[heartseungs-archive]

dance to this | l.hc

word count: 3.8k | genre: dancer! haechan x dancer! reader, university au, slight enemies to lovers | warnings: none

Donghyuck is an ace. He knows this from the way Taeyong chooses him to be the centre of too many of their performances, and the way too many of his clips have gone viral online.

Donghyuck is annoying. He knows this from the way Doyoung groans in exasperation at every one of his stupid pranks, or when Mark finally loses his patience and shouts across the room at the top of his voice.

But above all of that, Donghyuck is very, very competitive. He doesn’t make it obvious, but the need to win is always simmering beneath the surface, especially for the things that matter. He knows this because you are always there, in his peripheral vision, reminding Donghyuck that he needs to be better than you.

You’re an ace too, even if Donghyuck doesn’t want to admit it. The entirety of the Yonsei male student population is likely in love with you and has posters hung up in their room. You’re also annoying, or at least Donghyuck thinks so. He’s sure the rest of the team would disagree, but you’ve got them wrapped around your finger.

“I’m not partnering with someone who can’t even moonwalk properly,” he bites, and you glare back at him.

“Says the one who tore his jeans at rehearsal last year trying to do a split.”

“That was just because the jeans were too tight. I assure you I am fully capable of doing a split.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see it then. See, you’re hesitating-”

“Guys! For the love of God, can the two of you cut it out? It’s like I’m dealing with two toddlers.” Taeyong stands in front of you and Donghyuck, looking frazzled as always. Next to him is Karina, who simply rolls her eyes. Taeyong is no stranger to you and Donghyuck bickering at all hours of the day, but he’s especially tired with the upcoming recital. For that sole reason, the both of you fall silent like sullen children, looking at him.

“Sorry,” you mutter, and Taeyong smiles gently at you.

“It’s fine. We just really need this performance to go well, okay? And the both of you doing a duet will garner the most attention.”

Donghyuck sends a pointed look to Karina, who nods in assent. He sighs dramatically, enough for you to cast a sharp glance over. The dance studio is empty save for the four of them, everyone else not yet here. “Okay.”

“Me too. I’m in if Donghyuck cooperates,” you reply, and Taeyong breaks out in the most brilliant smile you’ve ever seen, lighting up his entire face.

“What do you mean if I cooperate? You’re literally the most argumentative person I’ve ever met-”

Taeyong's smile quickly disappears.

However, Karina puts a hand on the small of his back, guiding him out of the room, and the door slamming shut cuts Donghyuck’s spiel short. Just before you can send another jab Donghyuck’s way, however, Mark and Jaehyun come in, while Ningning and Giselle follow quickly after.

It’s time for practice, and you suppose there’s another thing Donghyuck can add to the list. That the both of you are professional enough to keep the childish comments outside of your actual work, and you suppose it’s the only reason Karina hasn’t bought duct tape to forcibly mute the both of you yet.

You’re sitting on the floor, out of breath and with a light sheen of sweat on your face when Donghyuck’s performance starts. Well, it’s a team performance, really, but your eyes are always on him. Compared to the majority of his audience, though, your gaze is always assessing, not admiring. His dynamics, control, sharpness, everything. You sear his image into your brain, just to compare it to your own movements in the mirror later.

Still, there’s a fluidity to Donghyuck that you’ve never been able to replicate perfectly, as much as you try. It’s something so distinct to him, the way he moves across the floor like he’s walking on water. It takes your breath away, but you’ll never tell him that. Just like how he’ll never admit that you’re much better than him at capturing details in dances, and the way you do it makes standing out effortless.

The way your sharp eyes follow Donghyuck as he moves seamlessly across the room makes him weirdly determined to make this the best performance yet. Your presence is a source of pressure, but Donghyuck performs well under pressure anyways.

The sky is quickly turning a midnight blue when Taeyong calls an end to the practice, and everyone’s made a temporary home on the wooden floor of the dance studio. It’s a familiar and comforting sight, seeing some of them on their phones, others lying on the couch, or going through their routines in the corner.

This is what makes up Donghyuck’s world. The four walls of the dance studio. Of course, he supposes his degree in Business is one integral part of his life, but it’s so much less exciting for him. Donghyuck derives an enormous amount of exhilaration from every minute, every second that he’s on the stage, spotlight shining.

He’s one of the last to leave, waving to Taeyong and Karina who give him a cursory greeting in return. They work so much harder than the rest of the team to perfect the formations, and Donghyuck’s sure that they’re both bound to get together at some point. He’s never seen two people more similar.

Other than you and him, maybe.

That’s the exact thought running through his head as he strolls past the exit of the building and turns a corner to the familiar alleyway. You’re leaning under a streetlight, phone in hand and earbuds plugged in. Your features are delicate, and the blue glare of the phone reflects off your face.

Besides being annoyingly talented and competitive, Donghyuck is also in love with you.

There was a time when he genuinely disliked you. Three years ago, when he couldn’t understand why someone new was being accepted into the dance team and was sharing the position of centre with him. If he looked back now, the Donghyuck back then would seem so very immature, nothing more than a boy afraid of being replaced.

It took him a while to realise that he didn’t mind. Enjoyed it, actually. The fact that someone else understood the burden of being under the spotlight, the responsibility of heightening the team’s energy and bringing out the very soul of the performance. You were also immensely capable and pushed Donghyuck to do better. Be better.

Somewhere along the line, dislike changed into grudging admiration, to a tentative friendship, and then into butterflies that fluttered wildly in Donghyuck’s stomach every time you looked at him.

And then one night, all it took was a few too many bottles of soju and the empty dance studio for him to take that very final leap. The both of you had stumbled out of the arts faculty building afterwards, tipsy and giggling. It’s still one of Donghyuck’s favourite memories that he has of you, clinging onto him and refusing to go into your dorm building.

There are very few feelings that surpass the pride that Donghyuck feels when he finishes a routine perfectly. However, one of them is the feeling of your lips on his. The other is the way you look when you wake in the morning, eyes half-lidded and hair messy.

And of course, like some cliche trope, the both of you had not yet told the rest of the team of these… not-so-recent developments. And the longer you went, the easier it was to just pretend there was no real need to tell them. After all, it’s not like you and Donghyuck didn’t argue anymore, if not made obvious by the events of the afternoon.  It was just that the bickering was now purely for entertainment, and the both of you acted much sappier to make up for it when no one was watching.

There was a fear that the knowledge would just bewilder most of them, considering the fact that they thought the both of you disliked each other vehemently. Karina also did mention that workplace relationships were strictly not allowed, even though she technically had no right if 1. none of you were on her payroll and 2. she had the biggest crush on Taeyong.

“Hey there,” Donghyuck says, smiling, as he grabs an earbud and places it in his other ear so that he can still hear anything you say clearly.

“Hello. Tired?” You ask as you interlace your fingers with his, but not before casting a quick glance around your surroundings. He shakes his head, and the both of you remain in a comfortable silence until you’re seated comfortably in his car with the heater on at full blast. It’s the middle of winter, and as much as you enjoy the snow, the chill also gets bone-deep. You grab the blanket from its familiar spot in the back of the car, tugging it over your legs.

Donghyuck’s apartment is far enough from campus to not be crowded, but it’s not so isolated that it’s inconvenient. You find yourself spending a lot more time at his apartment these days, so much that you almost have an entire shelf in the closet that stores your clothes.

“You should move in,” he had said one day, after the both of you finished a movie. You definitely wouldn’t mind. After all, living with Donghyuck would be comfortable. He did have a tendency to scatter his clothes all over the room, but he was mostly tidy. He also didn’t mind doing the dishes, and the only real problem you would have would be him singing at the top of his voice at all hours of the day. Even that was more enjoyable than annoying.

“How can I move in if you have the guys over almost every week to game? We’d get found out in no time,” you replied from where you were standing at the fridge, and Donghyuck muttered something like we can just tell them, then, but you were unsure if you had heard him right.

“Did you say something?” You asked, looking at him expectantly. However, Donghyuck didn’t say anything, instead smiling at you, and you tried to hide the disappointment that welled up in you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Donghyuck’s question jolts you out of your recollections, and you shake your head. His hand is interlocked with yours and rests gently on your lap, even though you’ve told him before that he should try to keep both hands on the wheel. However, the roads are deserted this time of night, so you suppose you’ll let him have his way.

The moment you enter his house, you’re quick to collapse on his couch and close your eyes, but you’re immediately dragged off. “Ouch,” you mutter when you land unceremoniously on the carpet, but Donghyuck just grins. “You need to shower, and so do I. Unless you want to sleep on the couch tonight.”

“The both of us know you would be the one sleeping on the couch anyways,” you retort, and Donghyuck just rolls his eyes before he passes you a towel and extra clothes. His sweatpants, and a band tee that's a little too small on him.

You have five sets of your own clothing folded neatly on the second shelf of his closet on the right. Even then, you take his.

An hour later, you’re scrolling on your phone when Donghyuck comes out of the bathroom, towel round his neck. He’s quick to make his way over to the couch, and you move your phone out of the way before he can accidentally knock it over.

“You big baby,” you scold half-heartedly as he sprawls over you, legs tangled with yours. He hums contentedly from where his face is nestled into your shoulder, and you try not to smile.

“Donghyuck.”

“Hm?” He places a soft kiss on your neck, and your fingers fiddle with his hair. It’s getting longer, you realise, since the last time you cut it for him. It had taken a few too many video tutorials, but you were getting better at it. Not that a bad haircut would ruin Donghyuck’s looks anyways. However, when your first attempt had not been so ideal, he had taken it upon himself to be your personal make-up artist. Your relationship with Donghyuck has always been like that. Push-for-pull. Neither of you is the kind of person to back down, but you suppose that’s what makes being with him so exciting.

“Can you make me ramen?” You can feel it when Donghyuck huffs, and he raises his head to look at you. “Is that all I’m good for? I feel like I’m a personal chef instead of your boyfriend.”

You nod, making your expression as serious and earnest as possible. Still, he gives in and gets up, making his way over to the kitchen. You’re quick to follow him, however, grabbing everything he needs. It’s a routine at this point. You’re in charge of ingredients, Donghyuck overseeing cooking.

You grab a vinyl from the tall shelf next to the television, placing it gently into the gramophone. This is one of Donghyuck’s favourite records, and you find yourself humming to it as well as the music filters gently out. You remember his expression of awe when he had opened your present on his birthday.

“Y/N, you didn’t.”

“I did. You can’t possibly have that many records and no gramophone to play them.”

“But this is so expensive.”

“It was just a bunch of extra shifts at the cafe,” had been your nonchalant reply, and Donghyuck’s eyes were soft when he looked up at you, almost glistening. The both of you were seated on the floor, the cake half-eaten on Donghyuck's table that both functioned as a study area and a place to eat.

“Thank you, Y/N. But,” Donghyuck leans over, until he’s barely centimetres from you. His lips are next to your ear, and you can hear your breath hitch.

“I’ll get you an even better present next year. You know me. I can’t lose.” His grin is full of mirth now, and you scoff.

“Even for this?”

“Even for this.”

“It’s still in such good condition,” you mumble to yourself as your fingers brush over the lacquered wood.

“Of course it is. You gave it to me.” You didn’t realize Donghyuck had heard you, but his comment causes your heartbeat to speed up just slightly. The pot is simmering gently on the stove, and Donghyuck turns to look at you. Here, away from the glaring fluorescent lights of the studio, is your favourite version of Donghyuck. Not the dance team’s ace, the mini campus celebrity, but your Donghyuck.

Of course, you love the other versions of him too. But this, the Donghyuck standing under his kitchen lights with grey sweatpants and messy hair, is a sight that belongs to you and you only. And god forbid that he's not the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life.

You make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. Donghyuck isn’t that much taller than you, but in close proximity, he still cranes his neck down to meet your gaze directly. His arms wrap around your waist instinctively, and you can feel the warmth that radiates from his palms through the thin shirt you’re wearing.

“What’s with the sudden affection?” He asks, and you lean into his chest, eyes closed. “Nothing. I just like you. A lot.” The way his chest rumbles slightly tells you that he’s trying to hide a chuckle, but you know Donghyuck enjoys the sweet words, even if he teases you about it.

“Dance with me.” It’s an odd request, considering the both of you are tired out from practice, but you nod, and Donghyuck smiles.

“Wait, but the music. Shouldn’t we change it?”

“No, it’s fine. We can just dance to this.”

Donghyuck pulls you away from the stove and nearer to the couch, where there’s open space. It’s less dancing, and more of a poorly-imitated ballroom waltz. The both of you had only taken one waltz lesson during the team's annual retreat, when Taeyong had thought it a good idea to ‘diversify genres’. However, after Jaehyun had narrowly avoided crashing into a glass display and Chenle caused the team to receive a noise complaint, you suppose Taeyong had scrapped any further ideas of forcing everyone to take mandatory lessons.

It was memorable to you for an entirely different reason, however. It was the first time you began to see Donghyuck in a different light, being forced to partner with him for all three days. The both of you had quickly resolved to outdo everyone else, kickstarting a temporary truce which spiralled to well…this.

Donghyuck’s arms gently circle around your waist as the both of you take light footsteps from one end of the living room to the other. You’ve always found it easy to sync with him, and you’re guessing it just boils down to natural chemistry. That, and the fact that you’re so familiar with the way Donghyuck moves from watching him dance day in and day out.

There was a fascination with university that everyone else had, that you often failed to grasp. It had just seemed like a natural progression, rather than a hard-earned escape to a utopian place where you were an adult free to do what you wanted. The past three years had been some of the best in your life, mainly owing to the fact that you had a major you enjoyed and a dance team that simultaneously functioned as your closest group of friends.

You realise that Donghyuck has been present for its entirety. He had been there when you were accepted to the dance team, and then made centre alongside him a year later. He had been there when you did your first showcase and solo act, running down from the stage breathless afterwards. When you got your first injury, he was the one who told Taeyong for you, and convinced him that you could still fill the role with enough rest. Donghyuck was the one who found you crying in the studio when you got a failing grade on one of your exams, and who sat with you silently until your eyes were no longer red.

There’s only one year until you graduate, but Donghyuck’s presence in your life is as constant as the air you need to breathe.

It was easy to say farewell to your friends from high school, with an easy promise to maintain contact. But it’s so very different with Donghyuck, who fills up every crevice of your life effortlessly with his little habits.

You had wondered if you had fallen too fast for Donghyuck. After all, the change from rivals to friends to romantic feelings had been alarming, because you could rarely think straight when it came to him. Yet, looking at him now, you’re convinced that you want to spend as much time with Donghyuck as possible, before the worries of adulthood start creeping in.

Call it young ambition, but something about Donghyuck just makes you want to take chances. To let loose and live a little easier. Maybe it’s because he’s able to make you happy with the simplest things, and he’s so easy to love. Which is why you suppose you can finally make a decision, even though your heart has probably been silently waiting to say yes.

“If I move in, I want counter space. And also half of the closet space. And you have to promise to not scatter your clothes around our room,” you say, so abruptly that Donghyuck stops moving entirely, and you have to pause to prevent yourself from tripping over his feet. He bends down, until he’s eye level with you. His eyes are hopeful, questioning, as if he’s not entirely believing of what you’re implying.

“You’re not kidding, right?” It’s so easy for a smile to make its way onto your face, as you shake your head and Donghyuck’s grip on your waist gets a little bit tighter.

“You’ll get all the counter space you want. I’ll even let you bring your stupid potted plants.” Your nose scrunches at his remark, and Donghyuck has to stop himself from cooing at your expression.

“For the record, I think my potted plants are adorable. And once I bring them here, they’ll be yours too. So don’t speak of our potted plants that way.”

Ours. Donghyuck thinks he likes the sound of that.

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A week later, you’re standing outside the dance studio with Donghyuck, when you grab his hand. He looks down sharply at you, mouthing a ‘what?’, and then angling his chin urgently back in the direction of the studio. However, you just flash a grin at him. “Open the door, Donghyuck. We’re already late.” He narrows his eyes, but the playful grin tugging on his mouth shows that he already understands what you’re aiming at.

When the both of you walk in, there’s a mixed range of reactions. There’s Jisung and Shotaro, whose mouths are wide open. Doyoung and Mark’s eyebrows are raised, but they don’t show any other expression. Ningning, Renjun and Chenle are in a corner, knowing smiles on their faces. Taeyong and Karina just look like they’ve always known, and are honestly more miffed at the lack of punctuality from the both of you.

“I think Karina’s going to kill us for breaking her no relationships rule,” Donghyuck mutters worriedly in your ear.

“If you forget, I’m her favourite child. I think she’s more likely to murder you for getting with me,” you respond sweetly, and Donghyuck simply stares, speechless, as you let go and walk over to where Giselle and Winter are warming up. He scoffs, shaking his head, and walks over to Jaemin and Jeno, who are already ready to tease him for being a lovesick fool.

The four walls of the dance studio make up so much of Donghyuck’s life, but so do you.

[joonggphilia]

❤️🤍I Miss You🤍❤️

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pairing: Doyoung x Male reader genre: angst2fluff, smut Cw: lovers2enemies2lovers, semi-public, both of them are assholes A/n: I <3333 Doyoung

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Doyoung and M/n had been friends since elementary. Doyoung was top of his class, but a complete dickwad. M/n was second only to the wits of his bestfriend, but he was kind and caring. The pair only had each other, no one else. They grew older together, only growing closer. Eventually, they started dating. It was a matter of time, they were practically inseparable. Time flew by, Doyoung became an idol in Nct and M/n was his biggest fan. Nct’s biggest supporter was absolutely him, but sadly times changed, and Doyoung hated M/n now. M/n stopped talking to him completely. He ghosted him, didn’t even read his messages, stopped buying Nct merch, never payed attention to his beloved boyfriend. “What the fuck?” Doyoung rasped aloud, his glare trained down to his phone. How could this be? A new idol group just debuted, and their leader was none of than M/n L/n. “What a bitch! First he loses all contact with me! AFTER YEARS! Now…he is doing my thing, what I do! He really is sick.” Doyoung laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket and getting up to leave the room. “Dude, what are you talking about?” Mark asked, a concerned look twisting on his face. “It’s nothing.” Doyoung stated, slamming the door behind him.

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Today was the day. Doyoung and M/n had to host a show together. Together. It was a nightmare. “So look who showed his face? You’re a sick and twisted person, M/n. Are you even a person?” Doyoung spat, leaning on the doorway to M/n’s dressing room. “And you’re still an asshole! What do you want from me?.” M/n spun around locking eyes with his ex. “You stopped loving me didn’t you? Threw me away just like you planned to do. You’re the asshole.” Doyoung growled, grabbing M/n’s collar, “All I ever did was love you! What the fuck did I do!? You’re a monster, making me hurt this way!” Doyoung yelled, his volume rising by the second. He threw M/n back into the counter behind him. “And you’re insensitive. I’ve been training my ass off so I could be up to par with trash like you! I’ve been training for a year now! You think I could have my phone! You think I could have my own time! You’re an idiot.” M/n hissed, anger clouding his mind. The pair stood in silence, the rage simmering down. “I-I never meant to hurt you…Do.” He breathed, tears threatening to fall. Doyoung gasped in disbelief. “M/n. I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.” Doyoung panicked, grabbing M/n and pulling him into his arms. “I miss you, Do. I didn’t want to leave you.” M/n cried, tears staining his suit. “Shhh, you’re ok now. I’ve got you and I won’t let you go. I miss you too.” Doyoung shushed, wiping M/n’s tears and tilting his chin up. He moved his head down to lock lips with his lover. The kiss was deep and hot, but with sweet intentions. “Can I show you how much I’ve missed you?” Doyoung hummed. “Please” M/n responded. Doyoung swiftly picked him up and placed him on the couch that was in the room. His lips moved back to the man’s under him. M/n’s hands moved up, to unbutton Doyoung’s shirt. Soon both of them were completely undressed. Doyoung ran his hands over the curves of M/n’s body, while his cock rubbed against M/n’s, all the friction corrupting their minds. “You are still the same Kim Doyoung. I seriously missed you.” M/n rasped between hitched breaths. “I would never change for you.” He sang in response. “You ready for me?” He asked, his head moving to M/n’s shoulder and his hand making its way downward. “Of course.” Doyoung practically attacked M/n’s neck as he made marks up and down. His fingers on the other hand, we’re busy stretching the bottom for what’s to come. “You’re so good.” M/n smiled, his eyes never leaving his lover’s concentrated face. Doyoung only nodded in response, as he lined himself up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” M/n reassured. Doyoung slowly entered M/n, the change making his back arch off the couch. This feeling would never get old. Doyoung moved agonizingly slow, but it didn’t matter, as long as they were close. Doyoung’s eyes drifted to the clock. Staff would come to get them soon. He snapped his hips forward. M/n let out an ungodly moan, almost a shriek. He slapped his hands over his mouth, causing laughter to spill from Doyoung’s lips. He kissed the back of M/n’s hand, and continued with his movements, never missing that one special spot. Soon the string snapped, and M/n was cumming along with Doyoung. “You are so pretty, love. Missing you was the most terrible pain I had ever been through.” He sighed, cleaning himself off. “The feeling is mutual. I love you.” M/n hummed, pulling his clothes back on. A knock sounded throughout the room, as the door swung open. A lady stopped in her tracks, glancing upwards at the two men infront of her. They were sweaty, smiling in an odd manner, and standing as if they had been called to attention by a military general. She awkwardly laughed and tapped her clipboard. “You’re on in fifteen minutes. I’ll leave the rest to you.” She said slowly backing out of the room. “This is about to be the best talk show anyone has ever seen! Let’s go babe, we have a show to host!” M/n cheered, grabbing Doyoung’s hand. The pair won’t ever have to miss each other again.

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