#liu yangyang x f!reader

[noisyquokka]

GIRL!! I just read your Lino fic and 🧎🏻‍♀️

I see your rqs are about to close so I was hoping maybe you could do a little sumthn sumthn angsty for my boy YangYang? I'd prefer F!reader and sumthn like you broke up and get kinda really jealous seeing him at a party with some girl and maybe you get back together maybe ya don't I'll leave that up to your creative mind? Could you also add Renjun and Xiaojun in as well, like a friend group type thing? I know this is a lot and maybe too detailed but like I NEED more angst from you plz and thank you 😩

Take care and stay hydrated 🤍

Scorched Auroras

PAIRING - YangYang x F!Reader (ft. Renjun & Xiaojun)

SYNOPSIS - You've had your regrets over the years, it's a part of the human experience. But nothing will ever compare to the pain of Him walking out of your life.

WORDCOUNT - 4.4k

WARNINGS - All around Angst, Cheating, Lies, Descriptions of Anxiety Attack, Heated Arguments, Exes to ???, Mentions of Alcohol, Reader wears feminine clothes (dress, heels, etc.), Renjun's kind of a dick in this... he's just trying to help, YangYang is also a dick but it's well-deserved || Let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N - The way I've been wanting to write more angst after that Minho fic, but I've just not gotten around to it... 😔 Thanks for the request, Darling! ngl I spent more time rereading this than I did writing this to the point that I have no idea if this is as good as I originally thought it was, (we love inconvenient writers block) so feedback would be greatly appreciated. And to all you YangYang girlies 👋🏻 I'm sorry for this.

“Huang Renjun, when I find your sorry ass…”

Your heels reverberate against the floors of the house, quick and staccato as you seek out the host of the party. This was supposed to be a chill little get together with mutual friends; all put together by Renjun. Same people. Same place. But when you walked through the front door, you’d been paralyzed.

Through the hall - between the mass of bodies that danced and conversed with each other - you had spotted Liu YangYang sitting pretty on the leather sofa, strumming away on his six-string. His eyes had found yours, and that genuine smile on his face had faded, his brows knitting as he blinked and looked away. He was surrounded by mutual friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the group of girls that sat like a pride of lions around him.

Funny enough, looking around the house… this party? Not so little or so mutual. In fact, you’re almost certain there’s friends of friends here, migrating up the stairs that you’ve just traversed. And the majority of them have been gathered around your ex-boyfriend for the past hour like he was the main entertainment of the evening.

So here you are, with a handful of drinks in you and your patience dwindling. You huff, sparing glances through open doors and knocking on others down the hall until you’re finally directed to Renjun’s bedroom by a random party-goer.

“Renjun!” your knuckles rap on the door, calling over the back beat of the blaring music. “I know you’re in there! Open the damn door!”

When there’s no answer, you grunt and knock louder. There’s no doubt he can hear you, your fist aching with every hit to the wood grain. The door opens, a very buzzed Renjun appearing before you.

“Fuck, where’s the fire!?”

You shoot him a glare, leaning against the door frame.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.” He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. It’s now that you notice the wrinkles in his clothes, his dark hair an unruly mess that he attempts to fix by carding his fingers through the tresses. The smear of red at the corner of his mouth has you narrowing your eyes. You scoff.

“Yeah… busy.”

Renjun stumbles, your hand darting out to snatch at the collar of his white tee. His protests fall on deaf ears as you pull him down the hall towards his makeshift studio. He knows he’s not going anywhere, even as he attempts to wretch your fingers from the fabric.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” The heavy bass drums steady in your chest as you yank Renjun into the room. The moment your past the threshold, you let him go, slamming the door behind you.

“Hey, easy!”

“You lied to me.”

Renjun lets loose an exasperated chuckle, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt.

“I wish I knew what you were talking about.” he says, raising his brow. There’s a ghost of amusement playing on his face. He knows. It only fuels your aggravation.

“Oh, YangYang won’t be there, I promise.” You mock the words he’d told you over a FaceTime call just a few days ago. Renjun meets your glare evenly, seemingly unimpressed. He rolls his eyes when you cross your arms.

“I didn’t know he’d come. He told me he had something planned tonight.”

“Right, fucking fat chance that he’s sitting right where I’d catch him cozied up around a bonfire of girls.”

“The perfect place to play a guitar.” he quips. Your eyes narrow, following his movements as he turns toward the random clutter in the studio.

“You know how much I hate this version of Renjun.”

“Which one?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. He stops at his desk, rearranging strewn journals and crumpled pages that have nearly landed in the bin beside the workspace.

“The one that plays dumb just to get out of answering me.”

“I do not-”

“You do!” you bite, feet situating themselves under your weight. You level the brunette with a pointed look.

“You’re holding out on me, I can tell. So, are you gonna spill or what?”

You watch the cogs turn behind his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at his brow, clearly frustrated with the way this conversation is going. Brown eyes shift from the far wall, dropping the journals on the desk. He turns to you, a look crossing his face that you can’t pinpoint.

“I already told you, I had no idea he was gonna be here, okay? I asked him if he was coming and he said no.” Renjun glances to your form and the way you’re seemingly guarding the door like a well-trained hound. “I didn’t openly invite him. He showed up on his own. Any reason you’re so pissed about that?”

The question catches you off guard. Any reason you’re so pissed about that? What, with the way things ended, you certainly have no right to be. Ignoring the stabbing in your chest, you lick your lips, nails digging into your forearm. He catches the way you shift, spine straightening against the wall.

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, voice clipped.

“A valid one.” Renjun replies, leaning against his desk. There’s that casual air that he exudes as his eyes rake down your body. Observing. Your choice in outfit; that little black dress, the time you put into your hair and makeup, those stilettos. Renjun knows you don’t put that amount of time into going out unless it means something.

He clicks his tongue, blinks. Bourbon swirls with some kind of intent.

“You’re the one who broke up with him, remember? Although I’ve gotta say, if looks could kill, those girls fawning over him would be dead at his feet.”

“Watch your words, Huang.” you warn, a sharpness to your tone that leaves the guy unbothered.

“I haven’t said a thing… it’s called observing.” His voice is cool as ice, arms coming to cross over his chest.

“You’re implying.”

He laughs, snake eyes pinning him where he stands.

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“You want facts?” You close the distance between you and Renjun so quickly, he doesn’t have time to react before you’re right in his face, “You know exactly what the hell you did. You knew how much I didn’t want him here, it’s why I asked you when you invited me. You made a promise that you blew to the wind.”

Your voice is calm but tight - like a rubber band pulled to its limits. You can’t bring yourself to care about how you come across at this point. Not when there’s seven vodka shots warming your veins, clouding all rationality. Your patience is gone as you glare up at the man, watching as a dark brow twitches behind stray tresses. You’re done playing his stupid little game.

The tink of plastic against metal hits your ears as Renjun swipes a broken guitar pick off the desk into the trash bin, eyes deadlocked on the sneer that’s prying at your lips. For a second, he mulls over his actions that led up to this point. Perhaps he’s being a bit of an ass, but you’ve put off talking things out with YangYang for months. He's felt the strain it's put on the group dynamic, and he’s sick of hearing you both say everything is fine. How can two people be fine when they can’t tolerate being in the same room together? And now you come to him like he’s done you wrong, like what he’s done is unforgivable… Renjun doesn’t get it.

A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts.

“Renjun, you in here? Some jackass is-”

The door opens, Xiaojun stopping short at the sight before him. The tense charge in the room hits him like a tidal wave, and the scowl that etches your face doesn’t give him much room to speculate.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” he says, looking between you two. Renjun scratches at his neck, clearing his throat.

“What is it, man?”

“There���s some guy starting shit by the pool. Thought it’d be a job for the host.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Xiaojun nods, giving you both one last fleeting glance before the door closes. When the footsteps fade into nothing but reverberating bass, Renjun slips out of the space between you and the desk.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of damage control, as you just heard.” He turns toward the door with a finality that says this conversation is well over. If you weren’t buzzing, were in your right state of mind, you would have let him go. But the addition of alcohol only egged on your unbridled emotions.

“No, we’re not done talking.” You hiss, a hand darting out to catch his wrist. Renjun groans, and you hear your name slip off his tongue like a bad omen as he aggressively shrugs you off him.

“Stop! Just-” He turns his back to the door, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. You look on with wide eyes as he takes a deep breath, brows twitching. “You both said that you broke up because things weren’t working out. Something about schedules and other conflicting shit…”

He shakes his head, optics flickering over your face, searching for some sort of answer as to why you're reacting this way. When your shoulders sag, he knows enough. You’re closing off, and as much as Renjun wants to be the friend that mothers you back to good spirits with a gentle hand, it seems that isn’t gonna work. The way you approached this tonight has him clutching at his last straw.

“It’s not my business but-”

“You’re right, it’s not your business-”

“But you decided to make it my business when you pulled me in here and fucking interrogated me! That alone tells me there’s more to the story than you two have let on.” You press you lips together, optics locking onto the far wall. You hear the steady release of a sigh, the rattling of the door knob under his palm. “You’ve been friends for years. You never let the simple things interfere back then.”

“Romantic relationships are different, Renjun.” You don’t need to meet those eyes to know he’s unconvinced.

“You’re impossible…” He mutters. The floorboards groan under his feet as he turns back toward the door, shoulders tight under the fabric of his shirt.

“This conversation is going nowhere. I don’t know why you dragged me in here and grilled me about the one person you don’t want to talk about, but I have a party to host.” His fingers grip the door knob and twist, amber eyes meeting yours over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but you need to talk to him. Before the fallout ruins this friend group.”

The door slams shut, and you blink as Renjun’s heavy footfalls fade down the hall. His words sink in. He’s right. You sag against the wall, letting your head fall against the drywall, trying to process everything that just happened. Releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as the liquor takes another round through your hazy mind. The threat of tears infect your vision, burning even as you attempt to blink them away.

“Fuck.” you hiss, fingers coming to press against the junction of your nose bridge and the corners of your eyes until the pressure conjures rainbow static behind your lids. “Fuck. Fuck!”

You’re ready to leave. Ready to leave this party, block phone numbers and move out of the country if it means you don’t have to face the one person you regret hurting. Selfish, really, but in your current state of mind, it sounds like heaven. You’ve let this situation hang over your head for the past eight months, praying it would go away on it’s own. It’s obvious no God will let you off that easily.

God damn…

Your feet are moving before you can think any further, the studio door left ajar as your figure strides down the hall and descends the stairs. You need a glass of water to clear your head, something to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen. Optics dart to the sofa, where YangYang has been most of the evening, but he’s no longer there. The guitar leans against the wall, propped up with the help of the sofa's armrest. You bee-line for the kitchen.

The main space between the living room and kitchen has significantly dwindled to a small group of people, and you remember what Xiaojun had said about the shit starter by the pool. A simple glance to the back patio tells you that’s where everyone has gone. Empty cups and snack trays are left behind, alongside a few couples making out in the corner, and the few people conversing near the kitchen island, including Xiaojun. He greets you with a soft smile, offering you another drink that you graciously decline.

“You good?” he asks, smile fading into furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I think I’m over the alcohol for tonight.” you mutter, taking an chilled water bottle from the cooler. “Do you know where YangYang ran off to?”

“Last I saw him, he looked like he was leaving for the night.” he replies, taking another swig of his beverage. You blink, cracking the cap on the bottle and bringing it to your lips in one swift motion. Despite the amount of alcohol you’ve had in such a short amount of time, the water you take down washes away your brain fog, and you turn toward the front door with a newfound clarity.

YangYang isn’t gone. You know him well enough. And you’re ready to face him. You have to be. Because you aren’t leaving here until you set things right.

You pat Xiaojun on the shoulder as you leave, a quiet thanks uttered as you force yourself to move toward the exit, fingers latching on the handle.

The cool night air washes over your skin, but you welcome the instantaneous sobering up it provides. It’s quiet out here, as quiet as a house party can get for the chatter and music, crickets chirping in the protection of well-manicured shrubs. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you find who you’re looking for.

Liu YangYang stands at the far corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with his back to you. He’d be unnoticeable by most people, shrouded in October shadows.

You’re not most people.

It’s as if the world falls still in the time it takes you to walk over, your stomach swirling like a blender on full power. He’s by himself out here. That makes it easier, right? You let out a shaky breath, the sudden urge to bolt over the railing and disappear into the woods like a spooked fawn flooding your veins. But you don’t. You can’t.

“We need to talk.” you pipe up, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide the tremor in your voice. Black hair falls into brown eyes, a grunt of your name passing his lips at the sound of your voice. You never want to hear him say your name like that again. Like you're the scum of the earth.

“Heard you were pretty pissed about my being here.” he says. Even under his sweater, you can see how taught his back muscles are, how he's trying to hold himself back. Your eyes slip shut.

Renjun… He must have caught up with YangYang before you could make it downstairs. You let the curses slip to the back of your mind, focusing on the matter at hand. You know this doesn’t have to be hard. Just a short, civil conversation between you and your ex. With a lick of your lips, you try again.

“YangYang, I’m-”

“You know, it’s really fucking insulting to hear that.” He brings the half-full solo cup in his hand to his lips, taking the rest of his drink down in one go. Dark optics stare blankly toward the dimly lit street. “Especially when you’ve avoided me for the past eight months. When no one else knows the truth about you.”

You swallow hard at his comment, staring at the foot that he can't stop tapping against the porch.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, YangYang.” you say, taking a step toward him, “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I need to talk to you.”

You hear the huff of a scoff, and he turns just enough to lock eyes with you from over his shoulder, pupils digging into you from the corners.

“Better eight months late than never.”

“YangYang-”

“What?” he interjects, snapping like a cornered fox, “Too busy with them to come to me sooner with your bullshit excuses?”

YangYang doesn’t need to face you to get his emotions across. You’ve never had trouble deciphering whether he was emotionally six feet under or floating on cloud nine. But now, you feel like you’re Gaia up against the raw power of Helios; a violent storm of solar particles slamming against you in his attempts to protect his heart from freezing over.

The auroras of scorched and unspoken truths. Your magnetic field is battered and bruised too significantly to sustain such a blow.

That’s on you, you know. You’d come to the realization eight months ago when you took that sledgehammer to a decade of friendship. A decade of trust that transformed into so much more. An angel of a boy that you threw away - tore his wings from his back for good measure.

You shake your head, that fire burning behind your eyes.

“You’re not being fair, here.” You whisper, and as much as you don’t want this conversation to escalate, you know there’s no stopping it. You flinch when he whips around, wild eyes boring into yours, a snarl threatening to break the crease of his lips. He points a finger at you.

“You cheated, Love! You!” The term of endearment is anything but; poison on the tongue that used to serenade you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He is the ferocity of a rabid dog in the form of gnashing teeth and beady eyes, panting and growling in warning when you try to console it.

“Two years together! Thirteen years of friendship and trust that you so easily struck a match to like that?! Fucking treated me like I was an afterthought in your daily schedule while we were still together! The nights you came home and lied through your teeth, telling me you were working late… that you were out with friends… Fuck, I even felt you pulling away and I still tried telling myself that I was crazy. No, no, you wouldn’t do that to me. We’ve been through so much together. Fucking fool, I am!”

You watch him through the glaze of tears as he stalks toward you. The hurt in his eyes burns like a serrated knife, slicing away at the worn and ruptured threads of your relationship that scream with every threat of the blade.

“So, no, you don't get to tell me I'm being unfair! I saw the way you watched me tonight. You probably don't realize how many drinks you had because you were too busy raising your hackles at the girls that I was talking to. Ran off to light a fire under Renjun's ass because things didn't go your way.”

Your heart pounds against your breast, your pulse violent in your fingertips. In your head, this conversation played out with less hostility. You expected some anger - it’s only fair with the pain you put him through - but this was another level entirely. In all your years of knowing YangYang, he’d never blown up like this.

Never at you.

Never because of you.

This isn’t the boy that you would race to school every morning, who dried your tears and rubbed the rocks from your knees when you tripped yourself. The one who would send you dumb memes in the middle of class, and took accountability so you weren't sitting in detention alone. Who bought you a promise ring for your ten years of being friends, and another when you celebrated two years of dating.

Your rock in the toughest situations and you threw him into the ocean with little thought. Didn't even watch as he sank to the depths.

You blink, feeling the tears track down you cheeks as you speak.

“I never wanted to hurt you like I did, and I should’ve talked to you about this months ago. I’ve…” You hesitate, “I’ve been think about that night a lot.”

“Good.” He doesn’t miss a beat.

“It was a mistake, and I can’t even give you a good reason for it.” you whimper, breath catching in your throat, “I’m so sorry, YangYang. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. I never should’ve-”

Words fail you, your composure breaking with a burst of tears that hits so suddenly, it's impossible to breathe. You hug yourself with trembling arms, nails digging into your palms.

“I don’t want this to be it for us,” you say, your words strangled as you try to wrangle in your tears, “there has to be a way to fix this!”

He’s close enough to touch, and you reach out with little thought, pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your fingers grip into the back of his sweater as you sob into his shoulder, your body shaking with every strangled hiccup.

YangYang doesn’t move, doesn't push you off. He just stands here. There’s no warm embrace enveloping your frame, no tears to share with you. It’s like you’re hugging a stone statue, the body heat that he exudes being some sort of sick joke when all you feel is the chill of a vacant shell.

“Please, tell me what I can do to fix it!” The plea hangs over you like a specter, ghastly fingers wrapping tight around your throat. The silence grows long, nothing more than faint strains of music drifting through the cracks of the windows and doors of the house, carrying some hint of life beyond the two of you. You almost wish he’d begin to yell again, growl about the extent of which you’ve hurt him. Anything but this indifference, this apathy towards the one girl he’s given everything to. But this… this feels like him finally giving up. Like he’s finally decided that you aren’t worth the trouble anymore. You don’t want to accept it, but every second that ticks by is like another nail in the coffin.

You pull away, fingers twitching as they come up to cradle his jaw. The muscles under the flesh tenses, and he recoils from your touch like it’s physically hurting him, looking off across the street with a hollow gaze. It’s a tortuously long moment before he levels you with those brown eyes. They’re dull when they look at you now; worlds away. A fresh grave, its soil rejecting any and all growth, no flowers, no grass. Seeds greedily plucked from the ground by songbirds and rodents. No one to care for the plot when the soul’s story is made up of little white lies. He watches from the corner of his eye as the tears collect on mascara-laden lashes, the makeup mixing with the liquid as it trickles down and off your chin.

“I don’t want it to be over either,” he admits. A stray tear falls from his lash line, but there’s a void of emotion in his tone. “But…”

There’s that pause again, and you can’t handle it this time. The knot in your chest tightens like a vice, brows pulling inward when he goes to take a step backward. You shake your head, his name sputtering from your lips like it’s the only thing that could offer a modicum of comfort.

“I love you, YangYang,” you say the words quickly, desperately, clinging to his arms as he spares you nothing more than a glance. “I still do, please, please don’t- don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“That’s the same dress.”

You look up with wide eyes, jaw slack as you sniffle.

“What?”

“You wore that dress the night you came home drunk with them.” he says.

You glance down at the fabric hugging your figure, the memories from that night coming back to you in what little fragments you can remember. Clinging to their shirt as you both laughed between kisses, the clumsy fumble of your key in the lock. You had woke up to them in your bed, a raging hangover, and your boyfriend sitting on the couch in silence when you went searching for a glass of water and an Aspirin. You don't remember doing anything more than kissing, but cheating was cheating. And YangYang had been livid.

He shakes his head, laughs incredulously. “You’re insane. You're dead to me.”

“YangYang, I-” is all you can get out before he’s pulling away again, shoving you off him with enough force to send you staggering to your knees. For a moment you sit there in a stunned stupor, your hands splayed over the wood grain of the porch, gasping for breath as you openly sob. Composing yourself at this point is impossible, anxiety clutching at your lungs like a serpent’s stranglehold. Your legs tremble, eyes burning with unspent tears. He hasn’t walked away yet, and for a moment you think maybe there’s some semblance of salvaging this until-

“Don’t come crawling back to me when they put you through the same shit you put me through. Fucking cry yourself to sleep.”

It’s the last thing he says, storming off as he passes your heaving frame with little more than a glance. Down the front steps. Down the path to the side walk. It’s over. You choke back sobs as you fight for oxygen, numb to the feeling of warm hands on your back. Through the onslaught of tears, you recognize the shoe beside your knee as Xiaojun’s.

You try to focus on his voice, listening to each syllable as he murmurs your name in your ear and his attempts to guide you out of this frantic head space, but all you can focus on is the black hole manifesting within your chest. Your heart is like lead at your feet, your lungs burn, and your ears ring to a fever pitch.

YangYang’s words ring in your head like a death knell. The bell’s final toll signaling the end as the shadow of the man you knew disappears down the street.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[lisired]

change your mind yet?

pairing: haechan x (f) reader

genre/warnings: smut, enemies to lovers-esque, choking, spit kink, haechan’s lowkey a cocky piece of shit, he calls you a bitch Lol

summary: You’re going to kill him. You swear, You’re going to kill him. how did Liu Yangyang accidentally tell Lee Donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? Now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive).

word count: 4.6k

a/n: very much an oldie… not so sure about a goodie but i do love the ending. i had written this for a friend lol

You love him to bits, but Liu Yangyang is not your favorite friend right now.

Fairly, you one-hundred percent blame him for the predicament you’re currently in. You know he can be a blabbermouth at times and wouldn’t do it on purpose, but there’s no way you’d let him get away with quote-unquote accidentally telling your mortal enemy that you think he’s hot, and that you’ve been having trouble getting off.

It was yesterday evening that you were on FaceTime with your best friend, simply conversating as per usual. You were ranting comfortably to Yangyang about your troubles and how sexually frustrated you are, and he suggested you getting laid. That’s how the topic of Lee Donghyuck came. He was suggesting people, and when he asked you if you thought Donghyuck was hot, you replied yeah, but I wouldn’t touch his dick with laboratory safety gloves.

Fast-forward some hours later, he’s consentfully telling your mutual friend Renjun about your conversation, in hopes of playing matchmaker and finding someone for you to fuck. The problem? Donghyuck was around, and somehow overheard everything except the part about you saying that you’d never touch his egotistical dick.

So now you’re on campus, avoiding your egotistic mortal enemy like the plague.

Why do you dislike Donghyuck? The answer’s simple, he’s one of those guys. The ones that think they own the world, and that it revolves around them. The ones that think they can have any and every person they want, and treat people’s hearts like dirt. In short, you don’t think he’s a good person, no matter how hot he is.

When your final class rolls around, you think you might’ve successfully dodged him. You had another class with him today, but for some reason he was a no-show. Not that you care, his lack of presence was relieving. Then, you see him stroll into your Language Arts class, and the bright red cherry on top? He’s quick to snatch the seat directly next to yours. Oh, brother.

“Hey,” Donghyuck whispers. “Let’s talk.”

Your heart is racing, but you think you manage to conceal it. “In the middle of class?”

He shrugs, “Afterwards.”

You’re running out of here the second your professor dismisses you.

So, Donghyuck cornered you.

There’s no going anywhere as long as he has you like this, backed up against a wall, his hands on either side of you, and his gaze practically rooting you in place. You feel like you’re being stared down by Medusa, still as stone as you look into his eyes.

“So, let’s talk,” he grins, tilting his head. “A little birdie tells me you think I’m hot, you’re under a dry spell, and that you’ve been having trouble making yourself cum lately.”

“Did you hear the part where I said I wouldn’t touch your egotistical dick with laboratory safety gloves?”

“Then it’s a good thing that I don’t need my dick to have your thighs shaking, huh,” you’re blushing, actually blushing, cheeks aflame and your skin all hot. To make matters worse, Donghyuck’s hands move from beside you to sitting pretty on your waist, not moving lower or higher, cool texture of his rings pressing gently into your skin. The contact has you in an internal frenzy, but you chalk it up to you simply being touch-starved. “Don’t you see these lips, baby?”

Alas, you do see them. With his face as close as it is to yours, you can’t help but see them. They’re pretty and plush, kissable, and kind of do look like they could eat—no, no, no, no. You’ve been with your share of guys like Donghyuck, ones that like to talk about how good they are, yet are severely disappointing in reality. For you to even be considering sleeping with him just goes to show that you’ve struck rock bottom.

“D-don’t call me that,” you curse yourself for stammering, because he only finds it amusing.

“Why not? I think you like it, baby,” Donghyuck teases, “is that the problem? You like me, but you don’t want to like me? You don’t like that you know I could make you feel good?”

You loosen your gaze, unable to bare eye contact with him any longer, “Fuck you, Donghyuck.”

“Fuck me your fucking self,” he grabs your chin, making you look at him. If you can see anything in his eyes, it’s the unmistakable gleam of lust, so dark yet so tempting. “You want it, don’t you?”

God dammit, you do want it. But you refuse to have your name crossed out on his checklist, to be another notch in his belt. You know it would only boost his ego to have seduced the most stubborn person alive into fucking him, and you absolutely refuse to let that happen.

“No.”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrow, “No?”

“No,” you repeat.

You don’t know how you expected him to react, but he takes it coolly, dropping his hands and stepping away. Aw no, did you hurt his ego? The thought almost makes you laugh.

“Okay, but you know where to find me when you change your mind,” He smirks, and you hate how confident he sounds. Not if, but when. When you change your mind.

He strolls away, and you let him. You have bigger fish to fry, and you refuse to let some grade A fuckboy get in your head.

Unfortunately, you are not as in control of your thoughts as you’d like. This is bad, really fucking bad, you think. Last night, you actually successfully managed to cum on your own. That should be a good thing, but the reason you came is absolutely humiliating. An embarrassing, taking-it-with-me-to-the-grave secret.

You may or not may not have came to the thought of Donghyuck. How his fluffy hair would look clamped to his forehead, or how his forehead would look dripping with sweat. Imagining his fingers replacing your own, fingering you with his rings on, the coolness of them against your skin. But what really did it was probably the image of him between your thighs that was planted in your brain the second he offered himself to you. You thought of what good his lips could do, and how they’d look dripping all wet.

This is fucking terrible. You haven’t came in god knows how long, and the one time you do after forever, it’s because of the man you’ve sworn to hate until the day you die. Usually this is something you’d rant to your best friend about, but after what happened the last time you told him about your sexual frustrations, you decide you’re going to keep this one to yourself. If Donghyuck ever heard you came to the thought of him eating you out, he’d literally never in a million years ever let you live it down.

Today’s a new day, but you haven’t been able to shake off the shame, particularly because tonight’s Renjun’s party, and being one of his best friend’s, Donghyuck will undoubtedly be there. He’s posted it on his story and everything, not that you were checking. You overheard Yangyang talking about it. But either way, you don’t know if you’ll be able look him in the eye again.

“It’s a good thing you’re going out again,” Yangyang assures, walking next to you as you two stroll into the party, “maybe you’ll meet someone else to help you get out of your dry spell.”

He’s right. This is your chance to get laid, get over whatever that was with Donghyuck, and move on. You’re like, ninety-nine point nine percent convinced you’re only attracted to him out of sheer desperation. The measly zero point one percent comes from you being aware that you’ve thought he was attractive long before yesterday happened, but whatever. Forget it.

So you nod in agreement. Soon enough, you’ve settled with the party atmosphere. You’ve had a drink but you’re not drunk, and you’ve tried socializing but everyone seems so not your style, which is insane, because Donghyuck isn’t your style either. You don’t think. No, he’s not.

This is worse than you initially suspected. You can’t find anyone, and Donghyuck’s still running through your mind, being a complete and utter distraction and he’s not even here—

Speaking of the devil himself, “Hey.”

You spoke too soon.

“Ohmygod, if you’re here to try and seduce me again, I’m not interested,” you groan, hoping he gets the message and leaves you the fuck alone. At the same time you really don’t, but you definitely think you should.

Donghyuck raises his hands, “But I’m egotistical. I just came here to invite you to a game of truth of dare with the gang, lighten up a lil, won’t ya?”

You sigh. “Where?”

He leads you to the room where everyone is, and you make sure to scoot next to Ningning and Jennie, refusing to sit anywhere besides Donghyuck. All you hope now is that the bottle doesn’t land on you after him.

A couple of rounds fly by, and you’re still safe. You’re having fun, and the thought of him escapes your mind with ease. Even when the bottle does land on you, he doesn’t dare you to do anything crazy that you thought he would.

After Yangyang’s turn, the bottle lands on you. You’re not worried, because Yangyang’s your best friend, he wouldn’t dare you to do anything stupid.

Then he does exactly that.

“Seven minutes in heaven with Donghyuck!”

You’re going to kill him. You’re mentally plotting his murder right now. How you’re going to do it, when, and where you’ll hide his body. If he suspiciously winds up missing, you’re more than likely the reason why.

“Pucker up, buttercup,” Yangyang blows you a kiss.

You spit back, “Shut up, bubble guts.”

You hear him gasp in offense, but whatever he says is cut off by Donghyuck.

“Come on, babes. I can hear your lips calling my name,” he teases, and you groan, clutching your fist. You guess there’s no way out of this. Well, technically there is, but Renjun let Yangyang choose the punishment and he decided to make anyone who refused to do a dare eat a spoonful of sour cream. Mind you, sour cream by itself is disgusting, and this is probably why he and his stomach are frequently at war, so your safest option is getting in that room with Donghyuck for seven minutes. You don’t even have to kiss, you can just let everyone think you did.

So you follow him into the bathroom connected to Renjun’s room, and the second the door shuts, he has you backed into yet another wall. He grins, “Change your mind yet?”

You stand your ground. “No.”

“That’s fine, we can make out in the meantime and then see how you feel after seven minutes.” he replies nonchalantly.

Even though you’ve been thinking about it, you grimace. “Gross.”

“What? It’s not my dick, why do you act like you hate me anyways? Not that I’m really complaining, I like when things are hard.”

“Bet you do,” you grumble. “And if I’m acting, then I must be Viola Davis.”

“Eh, I’d give you Keanu Reeves.”

You glare. “On second thought, I’m almost willing to kiss you if it means you’ll keep quiet.”

“Well you’re in luck,” Donghyuck grins, “because that and giving head are the only ways to silence me.”

You cave in soon later, letting him pin you to the wall, your hands above your head as he kisses you hungrily. It kills you to learn that he’s a great kisser, because that means he’s actually good at something other than running his mouth and being the bane of your existence twenty-four seven. Though you don’t know how that’s possible, he’s gentle yet rough. Caring in his movement, though passionate in them too. The way he’s kissing you, you’d think he loved you.

In spite of your obvious attempts to try and touch him, to maybe run your fingers through his hair or hold his cheeks in your hands, Donghyuck doesn’t let you move. You can feel the teasing grin bloom from his lips, and conclude that it’s intentional.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be french kissing Lee Donghyuck of all people, yet here you are. You can’t say you don’t like it, though. That would be lying. While you’d never admit anything like it, the roughness in the way he kisses you has you throbbing.

Donghyuck’s lips are like a drug. You stop for a moment to inhale, and then you’re lips are latched back onto each other. Exhale again, then you take another drag, and the cycle repeats. You could do this for fucking ever.

Then, the timer chimes.

“Time’s up!” Chenle yells from outside the bathroom, and Donghyuck pulls always almost instantly, surprisingly readier than you are.

He looks hot as he pants, chest rising and falling then rising again. He smirks, “Change your mind?”

God fucking damn it. Time went by a little too fast for your liking. Your lips are swollen, but you want more of him, to feel him, to touch him, especially because he didn’t let you. You’re finally admitting to yourself that you want him, and you can’t ignore your cravings anymore.

“Donghyuck,” you whimper, not caring in this moment who hears you, “w-want you.”

He smirks. “I know, baby. You wanna prove to me how much?”

You nod. It’s pathetic, truly, but you need this at this point. So you let Donghyuck lead you out of the bathroom, and essentially the bedroom, ignoring the curious sounds coming from your friends. He leads you down the hall into a different, emptier room, closing and locking the door behind the two of you.

“On the bed,” he instructs.

You comply, the desperation that accompanies having not slept with someone in months and orgasming in weeks making you leap into action in an instant. Then there’s this raw part of you that has lusted after him before you fully came to terms with your desire, making you feel the way blood courses through your veins.

Donghyuck walks up and kisses you again, this time allowing both of your pairs of hands to roam freely as you strip one another almost bare. In an eager motion, you peel away his shirt and jeans, and he matches your yearn, leaving you naked. He pulls away from your lips to eye your body in awe.

“You’re a bitch,” he says, “but a beautiful one.”

“Really turned me on,” you deadpan.

He laughs yet pushes your back flat against the mattress, wasting no time in hovering above your body. The proximity has your heart racing a little quicker, a little faster than it was out of something like anticipation. Donghyuck dips his head but doesn’t kiss you like you anticipate him to, at least not on the lips. His lips scout your neck, soft and sweet against your flesh. He sucks at your skin, and your mouth gapes a little, sounding the most sweet gasp before he digs his teeth in suit. It makes you whimper aloud his name, which he clearly enjoys from the way he smiles.

Donghyuck repeats a course of similar actions as he mouth scoots lower, kissing and sucking and biting at your collarbone. Then he proceeds after some time, traveling lower and taking your breast into his mouth or his tongue swirling over your nipples. He trails kisses at your sternum, your stomach, all the while your breath getting caught up in your throat the more his mouth falls down your body. He’s so obviously teasing you, you know that much. He has a destination yet no rush to get there, taking his sweet, precious time as though he’s rich of it. And maybe he is, but your patience is running thin, and there’s only so much more of this you can take. “Hyuck,” you cry out of sheer desperation, “hurry up.”

“For someone who claimed not to want me up until ten minutes again, you really are desperate for me,” Donghyuck replies, drawing his mouth away, and hence all contact there was.

Refusing to simply take that, you retaliate, “For someone who claimed they could make me feel good, you’re doing a whole lot of nothing right now.”

“Keep running that sharp mouth and I’ll have to put it to better use,” Donghyuck answers. It isn’t like you’re against giving head, and it wouldn’t sound so bad if you weren’t so painfully deprived of the same satisfaction Donghyuck’s offered to give you. Sure, the speed—or lack of the—heightens the anticipation, but you need him to quit teasing or you’ll actually go insane.

“You keep acting like you hate me,” Donghyuck moves between your legs, and you aren’t prepared for what he does next. Something about the way he slowly smooths his single finger through your folds and draws it into his mouth for a taste is hot to you, thus making you wish he’d finally get on with it. “But your cunt is telling me that you love me. Love this.”

Well it isn’t like he’s wrong. You haven’t been this wet in ages, the dry spell you’ve been under being extreme and severe. Touching yourself has gone absolutely no where up until last night, when you somehow managed to cum harder than you have in a minute. You’re starting to think that having Donghyuck as your muse changes things.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. You’d love this more if he stopped making you wait, but you don’t say that aloud, starting to suspect that the more you complain the longer he silently decides he’s going to test your patience. After what feels like an eternity of touching you everywhere but where you desperately need him to most, Donghyuck’s tongue draws a line between your thighs. Then another, and another. It progresses into more with no particular rush, despite the inevitable whines you can’t prevent from falling out. “Hyuck,” you cry again, wishing he’d stop playing games.

Donghyuck teases, “What’s the magic word?”

“Please,” you beg, “Please, please. I-I want, fuck no, I need this. Please, fuck—”

Your pleas are cut short the moment Donghyuck gives in, lapping at you with an unquenchable thirst and insatiable hunger. It’s so sudden that it gives you whiplash, and he has to grip your thighs to keep them spread a safe distance apart. He’s unstopping once he begins, tongue maneuvering as it pleases, roaming around freely though expertly. Had you known Donghyuck was as much bite as he was bark, you may have gave in to this much sooner than you did. Not only is he making you feel good, but he’s making you feel great. If you could taste heaven, it would be this.

Some moments pass, and the humiliating part is that it isn’t a lot of moments. Your thighs are trembling more with every lick, resulting in Donghyuck’s grip around your thighs to tighten out of consideration that you might successfully slip out of his grasp. You stomach turns, flips, and you’re vision is being clouded white, so close to an orgasm that it hurts. Donghyuck senses it, you know that he can, you can feel the arrogant smirk spreading across his lips once more. Just as you’re getting so close, as your orgasm is right there in arms reach, being dangled in front of you by a string, he snatches it away.

There’s yet another whine from you, but he answers your question before you even get the chance to ask, “Want you to cum when I fuck you, baby.”

Donghyuck removed his boxers, leaving them on the ground to be cared about later. His erection springs flat against his stomach in a way that makes you so suddenly inhale a breath, and you clench around absolutely nothing at all. You’re gawking at him as though you want to eat hm, and in a sense you do, but you can’t be blamed. It looks better than you could’ve ever imagined, decent length, decent girth. The real brag-worthy factor, however, is if he knows what to do with what god has blessed him with.

His dick nudges your slit. “Ready?”

Without wasting an eighth of second you give him the go-ahead, nodding your head at instance so fast it almost hurts your neck. He reacts equally as fast, prodding his dick between your folds and eventually your walls. It stretches you out perfectly, and the moment he’s in you Donghyuck’s moaning about how tight and wet you are. He takes a moment for himself before he starts to move, gliding in and out of you in an effortless motion.

So far, Donghyuck has lived up perfectly to your imagination and expectations, much better, even. You never would’ve thought he’d actually have the right to brag about how good he is in bed, but you see it now. He’s a god even, not that you’d ever tell him that to his face.

“So pretty, wish I could have gotten to you sooner. Always telling me that you hate me yet letting me fuck you like this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve always wanted this,” Donghyuck says into your ear, and pecks your neck. “Are you always this needy? So desperate that you’ll let even me fuck you?”

“G-god, yes,” you don’t care about overpriding him anymore, just saying things because you aren’t in the right mind to care about anything other than his dick right now.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

You’re almost too fucked out to speak, just moaning and whimpering in a way you never thought you would for him, “Feels good, so… so good. Love it.”

If you were in the right mind to have shame, you’d be embarrassed by the way your number-one enemy is making you moan, and not just because of the volume, but because it’s his name your moaning so pathetically. Choruses of “Hyuck” sounding from you in plethoras, calling his name with no actual reason. You’re breathing in little shallow, quick breaths, too, mouth agape as your whimpers tumble into the air. It helps that Donghyuck’s also surprisingly vocal, calling your name back. To say the least, the way he moans your name is hot and gets you off a little more, in spite of you not needing the help. He has it all on his own, fucking into you deep and hard.

Donghyuck gropes your body too, heightening your pleasure by fumbling with your breasts or rubbing your clit with one of his free hands. He doesn’t focus on one particular part of you, showering your figure with pleasure and attention that makes the sex a billion times better.

“Can I choke you?” He asks, and the question catches you a little off-guard, but once you shake off the surprise, you give him permission.

Donghyuck’s hands slither around your neck, and he presses into your jaw with just enough force to make you look at him, and silently communicate that he wants you to keep your eyes him and his actions. His fingers press onto the sides of your throat, and you’re not sure what is a bigger turn on, the fact that he knows how to properly do it or the action itself. You think it’s a bit of both, you enjoy the thrill as you look defeated by your inability breathing, and the dark look in his eyes tells you that he enjoys it too, staring straight into your soul, watching you fail to take a breath.

He doesn’t loosen his grip on your throat as he commands, “Open your mouth.”

You aren’t in the mind to question anything, simply following instructions. His mouth hovers above yours, lips parting to spit in your mouth. The action takes you by surprise yet again, but you swallow almost instinctively, never looking away from him as you do.

He backs away once satisfied, smiling. “So good for me, baby.”

That makes you clench around him, which also brings Donghyuck the satisfaction of a moan or two. He loves the way you clench around him when he says things to you, a telltale sign that you’re enjoying this more than he knows you’d probably like to admit. This whole thing between you and him, him and you is that you’re too stubborn to admit your desire. It prides him that he finally managed to make you confess it, to admit that you’re no different from anybody else. That he can still get under your skin, and does a fairly good job at that. Not only does it make him feel good about himself, but it makes him feel good right now. Your reactions, all your moans and your fucked out face, the whimpering and the begging, it all gets him off more.

That knot in your stomach is forming again, and he has you clenching around him regularly soon afterwards, and he can tell that this time, it’s not because of his words. It’s because you’re about to orgasm. “I’m close,” you announce, once again feeling all the flips and turns twisting about in your gut. It’s a good thing Donghyuck’s close too, being obvious from the way his thrusts aren’t as smooth as they initially were.

“Me, too. C’mon baby, give it to me,” he urges you on, and you let him drive you to the edge.

He makes you see white again, vision fogging the color and your voice a high-pitched moan of his name as you climax, grinding your hips into his as you intend to ride out your orgasm. In some high, trance-like state, you’re not sure when he cums, but you know that it wasn’t that much longer after you did, and then he slid out, flopping beside you on the mattress. You lie there in near-silence that consists of nothing but heavy breathing, wondering to yourself if this actually happened. You don’t regret it, not now anyways, and it was definitely a satisfying way to break your dry spell, but now you’re starting to question if it was a bad decision. He hasn’t even asked if—

“Are you okay?” Donghyuck asks, seemingly needing a moment to catch his breath before he could gather words.

His words cut through your thoughts, leaving you to accept that maybe he’s not that much of an asshole. It’s the bare minimum, so he’s still an asshole, but not that much of an asshole. “Yeah,” you nod. “I’m good.”

“Good,” he grins. “So, you wanna ditch this party and go get some Chinese food? I’m starving.”

“You want to go get food with me?” you say, sounding wholly and utterly surprised and unconvinced. This man spends every other day of his life bothering you, and now he wants to pick up some food with you?

“I mean, if you don’t want free Chinese food that I’m paying for with my money, then fine, suit yourself, I’ll just get it by my—”

“No!” You interject, sitting up immediately as you scan the room for your clothes. “I’m down. Kinda hungry, too.”

“Good,” Donghyuck says. “Chop, chop. We don’t have all night, they close in like less than an hour from now.”

Standing out of bed to put your clothes on, you consider to yourself that maybe you’ve assumed a lot about him without getting to know him. He’s definitely got an ego on him, that a blind man can tell, but he’s not really an asshole.

“Yo, I just realized something.”

“What?”

Donghyuck smiles bashfully, “I don’t have my wallet on me.”

Nevermind. He’s one-hundred percent definitely an asshole.

[sixzeroes]

take my breath.

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P

word count | 5.5k.

37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.

it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS, AND WHEN THE BOYS get together, Lee Donghyuck’s entire video game setup comes out. 

Today is the second day of January, and in celebration of the New Year, Donghyuck has invited some of his closest friends over for an entire day of video games. Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Liu Yangyang, and Osaki Shotaro have their hands on a controller. Zhong Chenle is busy calling his girlfriend whereas Na Jaemin is immersed in a podcast about bunnies. To his left, Mark Lee is stressing over university course selections, and to his right, Park Jisung is scrolling through an unknown girl’s Instagram. 

Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, scooches over to Jisung with a mischievous smile. 

“Who’s that?” he asks, startling the younger boy. “Your girlfriend?”

Jisung’s face turns red and Donghyuck wishes he had his phone right now to capture the scene. “N—No! She’s not my girlfriend—just a classmate, that’s all.” 

That’s what Jisung says, but Donghyuck can tell that something is amiss. He nudges Jisung and wiggles his eyebrows. “Then is she a crush?” 

Jisung resembles a beet. 

“She is?” the older one coos, pinching the first year’s mochi-like cheek. “What do you like about”—he pauses to read the name—“Kim Gaeul?” 

“I don’t know,” Jisung honestly responds, looking down at his unlocked phone. “She’s really pretty and good at dancing.”

“It was love at first sight,” Chenle budges in with a dreamy sigh. In his eyes, the joy of teasing sparkles. “He’s been stalking her Instagram ever since November.” 

Donghyuck scrunches his nose at Chenle’s words. “Love at first sight? You’re kidding, right?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Why would I be kidding?”

Because ‘love at first sight’ is fake, Donghyuck wants to scoff, but he decides to keep that to himself. Jisung is obviously smitten with this girl, and as his older brother figure, the last thing Donghyuck wants to do is smash his innocent feelings. He instead opts to say, “You should at least follow her Instagram.” To that, Jisung vehemently shakes his head, and the topic is dropped at once. 

Donghyuck doesn’t believe in love at first sight. To him, love is something that occurs over time, not seconds. How can someone claim they love another when all they know is what they look like and their name? There’s no depth to love at first sight, no authenticity. Perhaps he’s being antagonistic, or maybe he’s just realistic. Either way, there is no such thing as ‘love at first sight’ in Donghyuck’s dictionary, and it will be like that for the next one hundred years. 

That was him yesterday, and whoever he was yesterday is not who he is today. 

Lee Donghyuck thinks he’s fallen in love at first sight. 

The road to the local CU is short but icy, an unfortunate outcome of the repeated snowfall throughout the past few weeks. The boys had slept over after last night’s truth or dare session seeped into the early hours of today. Even now, six of them are sprawled all across his living room while Renjun is tucked into Donghyuck’s sister’s bed. Mark walks beside him, the Canadian boy lounging in a sweater and a pair of basketball shorts despite the cold weather. Compared to him, Donghyuck is donning a thick winter jacket and a wool scarf for good measure. 

“You look funny,” comments Mark, his hands finding solace in his sweater pockets. 

Donghyuck shoots him a glare. “In Korea, someone like you is more likely to be stared at than me.”

The two make their way down the sidewalk to where CU is, finding themselves lost in a heated debate on whether Overwatch or League of Legends is a better game. (Donghyuck is a firm believer in Overwatch supremacy.) Mark exasperatedly shakes his head at Donghyuck’s stance, hands gesturing all over the place as he asserts why the younger one is completely and blatantly wrong. Donghyuck, in turn, groans in vexation, his chest muddled with frustration. 

Donghyuck turns the corner. “Mark, you don’t underst—”

One moment, he’s breathing like a regular person. Half a second later, Donghyuck feels as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oh great, he thinks as a body crashes into him and his arms instinctively wrap around them, what a wonderful way to start the day.

“Oh my God,” a small voice squeaks, clearly mortified at the predicament. His focus is hazy from the impact, blinking to clear his blurring gaze. “I am so, so sorry!”

Donghyuck glances at the figure in his arms and his eyes double in size. “Woah…” he mumbles, zoning out of his surroundings. 

You pull away from his embrace, pink cheeks displaying your embarrassment. You profusely bow, avoiding eye contact with the boy. “I’m so sorry about this! Uh,” you crouch to pick up the bus card you’d dropped, “sorry! And thank you for catching me. Have a great day!” 

One moment, you’re standing in front of Donghyuck and Mark. Half a second later, you’re turning the corner with great urgency. 

Mark blinks. His lips are parted in confusion but no sound leaves his mouth. It takes him a minute to absorb the fast-paced situation. Finally, he says, “What the fuck was that?”

Donghyuck grazes a hand over his pounding heart, feeling the irregular beat through the several layers of thick winter clothes. Suddenly, he’s hotter than the sun despite the freezing weather. His ears are no longer tinted pink from the cold, but rather, a shade of crimson from the encounter. There’s an exhilarating feeling in his stomach, butterflies swarming his gut. He can vaguely hear Mark call his name in the background, the older guy tapping his shoulder. 

Is this what Jisung felt like?

Did Donghyuck just fall in love at first sight? 

“Melk,” he whispers—Mark makes a face at the nickname—one hand still over his heart, “I think I’m in love.” 

Mark coughs. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“So, let me get the facts straight,” says Renjun, hands folded as he digests the contents of Mark’s retelling. “You caught some girl from falling onto the ice by basically hugging her and now you’re in love with this girl who’s name you don’t even know?” 

Donghyuck dreamily sighs. “Yeah.” 

Jaemin flops onto the ground. “I think you’re insane.” 

Donghyuck dreamily nods. “Yeah.”

The group of boys simultaneously shake their heads at Donghyuck’s lovestruck expression, (understandably) ridiculed at how smitten he is with a random girl he met on the streets. Donghyuck, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about your flustered frame from earlier. He’s never before seen a girl as cute as you. If he was in a K-Drama, he’s certain CGI flowers would have decorated the screen. 

“Did you get a good look at her face?” asks Shotaro, invested in Donghyuck’s love life. 

The male lead smiles. “She’s so pretty.”

Yangyang whistles. “Recognise her from anywhere, maybe?”

Donghyuck’s smile falls. His head hangs low. “No. She doesn’t look like a student at our school—I would definitely remember her face if she was. She did seem to be around our age, though.” 

“If she was in our area,” says Jeno, patting his friend’s gloomy back, “there’s a chance you’ll see her again. Could be from a different block of complexes.” 

“Yeah,” Chenle chimes in, briefly looking up from his Nintendo Switch. “If she was running the opposite way, she might’ve been going to the bus stop.” 

Donghyuck perks up at that thought. “Maybe,” he excitedly murmurs. The seed of hope has begun to grow in his heart. Jeno and Chenle are right; why else would you be in this neighbourhood if you didn’t live nearby? As his friends scoot back to their respective activities, Donghyuck bites his lower lip in anticipation. 

Perhaps, he will run into you sooner than expected. 

Fate must hold a special spot in her heart for Donghyuck. 

Roughly thirty-three hours after his meet-cute with you, Donghyuck decides to go for an ice cream run with Yangyang at seven in the evening. (Renjun was going to join, but Donghyuck’s sister insisted on cuddling and being the sweet boyfriend but terrible best friend he is, Renjun happily agreed. Donghyuck is not on good terms with his younger sister anymore.) 

Yangyang rummages through the ice cream bars, searching for his go-to Seolleim. Donghyuck grabs a Nugabar and a Screwbar—he contemplates on giving one to Renjun, but ultimately decides on eating both of them instead. 

His money, Renjun’s loss. 

“Hello,” Donghyuck absentmindedly greets the cashier, placing the ice cream bars on the counter for scanning. He fishes out his card to pay, sticking the slim plastic into the machine. When the payment is complete, Donghyuck grabs his snacks and glances up to say his thanks. 

Your pretty yet exhausted smile greets him back. 

“You—!” His words are caught in his throat, taken aback at the scene before him. He tilts his ball cap from obscuring the top of his view. “The girl from yesterday!” 

Your eyebrows crinkle, adorning a puzzled expression. Then, after studying his face for a second, your eyes widen in remembrance. “Ah! The guy from yesterday!” 

(Yangyang watches from the sidelines.) 

The fatigue has now been replaced by sheer embarrassment and adrenaline from yesterday’s events, your ears burning red. “I’m so sorry about yesterday.” you apologise again, bowing for the nth time. “I hope you weren’t hurt anywhere!” 

Donghyuck rapidly shakes his head, sticking his hands up in denial. “No! No, I wasn’t hurt. Were you?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t, thanks to you.” you softly reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I’d like to make up for my clumsy mistake, if that’s alright. Please, take something from the store for free.” 

(Yangyang snatches a bag of shrimp crackers.) 

Donghyuck refuses. “No, it’s okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.” 

(Yangyang slowly returns the bag of shrimp crackers.) 

“Are you sure?” you ask, lips pouting. 

Donghyuck finds you irresistibly cute. He can’t believe he’s never seen you around before, with your lovely lips and charming eyes. Hell, he’s never written poetry before, but with the way his mind won’t stop illustrating your beauty, he’s bound to replace history’s best poet with ease. Lee Donghyuck is attracted to you. He wants to see you again, and again, and again. The gears in his mind spin as a fantastic idea generates in his head. 

“Maybe,” he slowly starts, scanning your face, “if you really want to make up for it, you can give me your name instead.” 

(Yangyang suppresses a shriek.) 

The red spreads from your ears and neck to your cheeks and Donghyuck thinks you’re a gift sent from God. His parents didn’t get him the PC set he’s been wanting for ages, so as retribution, the heavens sent you right into his arms. Literally. 

You tug at your sweater, averting your gaze. “Y/N,” you speak timidly. “My name is Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Donghyuck gently grins, his heart rate accelerating at the progress he’s made. “I’m Donghyuck.” 

When you softly smile at him, Donghyuck believes he saved the world in his previous life. 

“Maybe,” Yangyang mimics to the boys, “you can make up for it by giving me your name instead.”

The crowd hollers, hounding a proud Donghyuck with pats on his back and slaps to his shoulders. 

It’s been four days since Donghyuck got your name, and he’s returned to the convenience store every evening in hopes of seeing you again. Unfortunately for him, your shifts did not align with his visits, and Donghyuck is starting to wonder if he hallucinated the entire encounter. (No, he couldn’t have; not when Yangyang continues to reenact the entire scene during their lunch breaks.) He steels himself with a slap to his left cheek. Today is Saturday, exactly one week since Donghyuck’s breath was taken away. Once again, he’s going to pop by CU around seven in the evening––this time, with Renjun, who he managed to convince as the younger Lee’s attending a student council dinner party. With Renjun shuffling behind, Donghyuck enters CU with high hopes. 

The Y/N drought instantly vanishes when he sees your figure at the cashier. You’re scanning a basket of snacks for a group of kids, laughing at their animated antics. Donghyuck is very, very close to becoming addicted to your smile.

“Renjun,” he excitedly taps the older guy, “that’s her.” He points at your figure. 

“Oh, I’ve seen her before,” says Renjun, glancing your way. “She seems to be a student at that prestigious all-girls school near ours.” 

Ah, the joy Donghyuck drowns in whenever he learns more about you (in, you know, a non-stalkerish way). “Really? How’d you know?”

Renjun browses the instant ramyun packages. “Saw her a few weeks ago with a calculus textbook on the countertop. You know, the ones specifically made by that school?”

Donghyuck does not know because he never really cared about the prestigious all-girls high school before––which was extremely disrespectful on his part for disregarding such a wonderful school with such a beautiful student. He’s jealous of the girls that attend your school, and how they’re most likely graced with your presence every day. Donghyuck would kill to see you every single day. 

His hands grab a package of Neoguri ramyun whereas Renjun picks out the classic Shin. The two of them head towards the now-empty cashier, the kids having filed out a few minutes prior.

“Oh, hello.” you grin. “Donghyuck, right?”

He passes you the package and beams. “Yeah! Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

(While Donghyuck is preoccupied with staring at your lovely face, Renjun slips his package onto the counter and you scan it as well. Donghyuck pays for both of the ramyun, but he’s too distracted to realise the extra dollar leaving his wallet.)

“Has it been busy at all?” asks Donghyuck, pulling his card out of the machine. He’s desperately searching for an excuse to linger just a little longer. Renjun finds a sudden interest for the alcoholic drinks located at the opposite side of the store. 

You shake your head. “Just a few customers here and there. It’s cold outside, so I guess everyone is staying indoors.” 

“Understandable,” the boy hums.

The convenience store falls silent, Renjun attempting to engross himself in the ingredients of soju, Donghyuck digging through his brain for another topic, you looking down at your phone for the time. It’s awkward––so awkward––that Donghyuck thinks you might never want to talk to him again. So, pulling on his big boy pants, he pops the big question. “Do you have a lover?”

Renjun chokes on his spit. Donghyuck bites down on his tongue. Your eyes widen at the unexpected inquiry. “Uh—no,” you sputter, cheeks red. “I don’t have a lover.”

“Then…” He licks his parted lips. “Can I ask you out on a date?”

The convenience store falls silent. Renjun contemplates grabbing his friend and making a run for it. Donghyuck prays to every single deity out there for a positive response. You digest his words, letting each and every syllable sink in. 

You nibble on your lower lip. “But…you don’t even know me.”

Donghyuck’s heart falls (so does Renjun’s), but he gathers hope when he catches your curious gaze. “You’re right,” he confidently states, “so I want to get to know you. I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I think you’re really cute. Like really, really cute. I kinda fell for you when you—you know—fell into my arms. Sorta like love at first sight?” He’s rambling at this point, unveiling how desperate he is to have one chance with you. Love sure does silly things. “I mean, no pressure, though.”

Pink paints your face. You’re about to answer when a voice squeaks from behind. “Dude, move.” Annoyed, Donghyuck turns around with a glare but falters at the sight of four middle school girls. Oh. Donghyuck once lived with a middle school girl, so he knows better than to test their patience. Like a child that’s been disciplined, he obeys, scooting over to let the girls purchase their snacks. A hand grasps his wrist, tugging him away from the counter and towards the exit. 

“Hey! Renjun!” hisses Donghyuck, struggling to release himself. “What are you doing?”

Renjun steps into the cold atmosphere. “Saving you from further embarrassment. Seriously, Hyuck, what were you doing? Confessing your undying love for her on the third meeting? You don’t even know her full name!” The Chinese boy abruptly stops and Donghyuck stumbles to a halt. Renjun prods the younger’s chest. “Look, you’re being too rash. She’s clearly on the shy side, so approach her, don’t overwhelm her, okay? Don’t start panicking and blurt out random shit.”

Donghyuck purses his lips. He wants to refute but he can’t; Renjun is right. He hangs his head low, feeling a little (re: really) pathetic at how careless he had been. Impressions are important, and right now, he fears he’s left a terrible one on you. 

Renjun, obviously noticing Donghyuck’s sulky mood, adds, “You’ve still got a chance, though! From what I’ve observed, she seems to be interested in you, just extremely timid. I think, if you head back in with your thoughts organised—”

“Donghyuck!”

It takes him a second to register your voice. Donghyuck spins around, shocked to see you jogging towards him, still clad in your CU uniform. And like déjá vu, you slip on the ice, falling into his warm embrace. 

(Donghyuck could get used to this.) 

“Y/N,” he breathes, getting a whiff of your sweet scent. “Are you okay?” 

Like always, your ears are tinted red. “Uh—yes! Yes, thank you.” You balance yourself on the slippery surface. “I just wanted to give you something,” you quietly say, lifting a slip of paper. Your handwriting is scrawled on it, which Donghyuck finds effortlessly cute. “It’s my number. For, uh, you know, the date.” Your voice grows smaller at the last sentence, awkwardly avoiding his eyes. 

If Donghyuck is a dynamite, you are his lighter. 

“The—date?” he stammers, unable to believe his ears. “You’re—You—Yes to the date?” 

You gently laugh. “Yes to the date.” 

Donghyuck is on—no, above cloud nine. He plucks the piece of paper from your hands, grasping it as if it’d fly away. He cocks an eyebrow and tosses you a smirk. “I’ll text you later, princess.”

You avoid his eyes but a grin tugs at your lips. “I’ll be waiting.” With that, you give him a small wave and retreat back to the convenience store. Donghyuck watches you disappear, his heart rate breaking records. 

Renjun has one hell of a story to tell the others the next time the boys get together. 

Sunday morning, Donghyuck lays in bed as he stares at your contact in his phone. It’s been a little over twelve hours since you gave him your number, and because he’s a nervous wreck, he has yet to text you about the date. 

He ponders what sort of date would be the best. A picnic date? No, it’s too cold. A museum date? No, Donghyuck isn’t really into museums. An arcade date? No, he isn’t willing to unleash his no-showering-only-gaming side to you (yet). 

A movie date seems to be the most ideal first date, from both an objective and subjective perspective. He opens Naver, curious about the current selection of movies in theatres. Donghyuck scrolls through the list, spotting several movies he’s seen advertisements for. A particular one catches his eye—Candy, a romance-comedy movie featuring four high school boys and their entertaining love lives. He clicks on the description, intrigued by the premise. (Don’t let anyone know, but Donghyuck is a diehard romance fan.) A small smile settles on his lips. 

Donghyuck, with a vague itinerary in mind, sends you a message. 

donghyuck: hi y/n, it’s donghyuck :)

You respond almost immediately. 

you: donghyuck!! hi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

He might overdose on your cuteness. 

donghyuck: so i was thinking of our date donghyuck: and i was wondering if ur up for a movie at the nearby lotte mall??

you: i’d love to watch a movie! which one ?

donghyuck: how does candy sound?

you: i’ve been wanting to watch that one for soo long!! 

Donghyuck proudly grins. 

donghyuck: i know it’s a little sudden, but is today at 3pm ok?? i’ll buy the tickets and everything, so just bring yourself

you: you don’t have to! i can buy the snacks

donghyuck: maybe you can pay next time ^^

Smooth, he thinks to himself. 

you: if u say so haha you: i’ll see you at three!!

Oh, Donghyuck beams, roses blooming on his cheeks. I definitely saved the world in my previous life.

Today’s look consists of a striped crewneck tucked into wide-legged slacks and a pair of black Converses. Donghyuck’s hair is neatly combed, his bangs parted to reveal a portion of his forehead. The outfit is topped off with a puffer jacket and a spritz of his father’s Dior perfume. Normally, Donghyuck would just wear a leather jacket in an all-black fashion. But Renjun, ever the style guru, emphasised the importance of looking nice on the first date. 

(Frankly, Renjun just wanted to play stylist so Donghyuck became his K-Pop idol to dress.) 

Donghyuck received a fair amount of compliments at church earlier this morning, many of his peers applauding the new look. He clearly remembers how impressed Uchinaga Aeri was, nearly shedding a tear at his lack of skinny jeans. 

(Sorry, Aeri, but Donghyuck still likes his skinny jeans and he won’t change his opinions for anyone. Not even you.)

(…Okay, maybe for you.)

(Can you tell he’s hopelessly in love?)

Despite the below zero weather, Donghyuck’s hands are sweaty and his nape is hot. It’s ten before three p.m., and he’s standing outside of the cinema, waiting for your familiar figure. With every minute that ticks by, his heartbeat jumps faster and faster. He recalls Renjun’s words. Approach her, don’t overwhelm her.

Donghyuck, to put it simply, is terrible with his crushes. He’s always had the tendency of getting ahead of himself, ultimately scaring away the girls he’d been interested in. He never means to overwhelm them, but when his own feelings are swallowing him whole, he can’t help but express his love through words and actions all at once. Donghyuck hopes you’re different; he hopes you won’t be chased away by the flood he may be. 

Three on the dot, you’re walking towards him with a bashful smile. 

“Hi, Y/N,” he gleams, absolutely elated. “You look really pretty today.”

Your smile may be shadowed by your timidity but it still outshines the sun. “Thank you, Donghyuck. You look good as well.” 

He giggles. Donghyuck giggles. “Thanks, Y/N.” Then, “I’ve bought the tickets and everything, we just need to grab some snacks. What’s your favourite popcorn?” 

“Mm,” you hum, scanning the options. “I’m fine with anything.” 

Right. Donghyuck forgot about your introverted tendencies. You’re on the shy side like Renjun had said, so he’s got to be the assertive one without, well, overwhelming you. The boy clears his throat. “How about caramel?”

You nod. “Sounds great.”

Fifteen minutes later, Donghyuck and you are seated side-by-side in the theatre, positioned near the centre of the large room. To his left are couples. To his right are couples. Behind and front? Also couples. Donghyuck catches a pair sharing a kiss and awkwardly looks away. 

He would like to kiss you right now. 

Stupid Donghyuck. Baby steps, baby steps.

He would still like to kiss you right now. 

Donghyuck lightly slaps his cheek. He’s here to woo you, not scare you away. His priority is to have you reciprocate his overflowing feelings with the same volume of love and then getting a kiss. 

The lights dim as the opening advertisements come to an end. You excitedly whisper, “The movie’s starting!” Donghyuck glances over at you, his heart stopping at how breathtaking you are. Not even the theatre could overshadow your beauty. 

The opening scene of Candy begins and he reluctantly averts his gaze back to the large screen. Your presence is difficult to ignore, but Donghyuck is not about to get caught staring like a creep. He chews on a handful of popcorn in an attempt to drown in the movie. 

Two hours later, Donghyuck is waiting in front of the restrooms, holding your bag in his hands. If anyone were to come up to him and demand an explanation for the plot of Candy from start to finish, he would simply laugh and redirect them to Namuwiki. Donghyuck doesn’t remember a single thing about the rom-com—save for the character ‘Haechan’—because he’d been too busy sneaking glimpses of your side profile. He might as well live on a ventilator from how often he loses his breath around you. 

You walk out with your hands damp, shaking them to rid the residual water. The two of you walk towards the exit and Donghyuck continues to hold your bag. He asks, “How was the movie?”

Your eyes glimmer. “It was amazing,” you sigh, dreamy. “I loved the different dynamics between the four couples and Haechan—he reminded me so much of you!” You glance at him and beam, “Haechan was…my favourite character throughout the entire film.” 

Oh. Donghyuck gulps. He’ll need to rewatch the movie. 

The time reads five twenty-two p.m., and Donghyuck’s stomach resonates with hunger. He purses his lips, browsing through his memories for a decent yet inexpensive restaurant nearby. You must’ve noticed his dilemma as you say, “Why don’t we grab ramyun at the convenience store?” You elaborate, “I forgot my calculus textbook there. Also, we’d get free food.”

Free food? No sane person would ever pass up the opportunity to eat free food. 

And so, around six in the evening, Donghyuck is sitting at the local CU with a cup of Neoguri ramyun steaming in front of him. You’ve disappeared, presumably grabbing your calculus textbook and greeting the employee of the hour. His stomach continues to perform all sorts of acrobatics, his nerves gnawing at his heart. Donghyuck has never experienced so many different emotions all at once; it’s like a tsunami has erupted within him. 

“Sorry for taking so long.” You appear with a thick textbook in your arms. With a flustered tone, you say, “My manager—she wouldn’t stop asking about you.” 

Donghyuck doesn’t hide his cheeky smile. “Really? What did she ask?” 

Your eyelashes flutter. “If—you know—if you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper the last part, barely audible enough for Donghyuck to catch. Somehow, the corners of his lips lift even more, a pair of rose-tinted glasses perched on his nose. The way you’re shyly moving about, stirring your cup ramyun, cheeks hot with rouge. Donghyuck thinks that, if a meteor were to hit the earth at this moment, he would be content living the last seconds of his life with you by his side. (Sorry to Lee Donghyuck’s family and friends, but he’s got priorities!) He’s so, so infatuated, so head-over-heels in love with a girl he’s known for less than a month. There’s a plethora of things he doesn’t know about you, but he’s willing to learn every little detail of your life. Donghyuck wants to stay in your world for as long as time permits. 

You tap his shoulder. “Donghyuck? Are you okay?” Your cup ramyun is now empty of noodles, only a small amount of soup left. “You spaced out.” 

The boy blinks. “Did I?” He ruffles his bangs, accidentally ruining his neatly-combed hair. “Sorry, Y/N. I was thinking about how I’d be happy even if the world ended right now because I’m with you.” He blinks again. He abruptly stands up, neck flushed red as he grabs the garbage strewn before him. “Sorry! Ignore what I just said.” Donghyuck nervously avoids your gaze, scurrying over to the ramyun disposal to throw out the soup and recycle the cups. When he returns to where you’re seated, he fidgets with his fingers, unable to look you straight in the eyes. “It’s, uh, getting late now. I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay?” 

Donghyuck misses the way you softly grin. “Sure. Thank you.” 

The sun has already set, a dark navy coating the night sky. Several stars pierce through the atmosphere and Donghyuck can vaguely make out the Big Dipper. His gaze naturally shifts to you who’s brighter than the stars. Even under the faded moonlight, he can clearly see the outline of your pretty features. 

Donghyuck has no clue where he’s going. He’s blindly following you, walking this cold path with you until your apartment comes into view. You haven’t said anything, which he finds a little nerve-wracking. Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, decides to blurt out, “I’m sorry.” 

You continue to walk but confusion taints your face. You tilt your head, lower lip jutted out. “For what? I really enjoyed today, even if it was impromptu.” 

He shakes his head. “Not because of the sudden date. Well, I mean, I guess a little, but not really. I’m just…” he inhales sharply, “really sorry about before. How I approached you and overwhelmed you every single time. I didn’t mean to—you know—impose myself on you—”

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, breaking his ramble. In a dulcet tone, you continue, “You never overwhelmed me. I was just surprised to know that a guy was genuinely interested in me, so I wasn’t really sure how to react.” You cross a parking lot. Donghyuck follows. “I’m also terrible with human interactions but you…with you, I feel so comfortable. Don’t ask me why. I have no scientific evidence for that. But just…” You glance at him and he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your face. “I want to get to know you better.”

Donghyuck is glad you’re on the same page. “Me too,” he whispers, elated. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like my heart’s going to explode. In a good way, of course. I really, really like being around you.” I fell in love at first sight.

You stop in front of Building 301 and turn to face him. “Thank you for today, Donghyuck.” you say, voice tender. “I truly enjoyed it.” 

His breath catches in his throat. “Me too.” 

Something in you must’ve snapped as you bravely lean forwards to press a sweet kiss on his cheek. As you retreat to your spot a few inches away from him, Donghyuck’s jaw slacks in shock. You giggle at his lovestruck expression. 

“Good night, Donghyuck.”

It takes everything within him to not squeal. 

“Good night, Y/N.”

He watches your figure slip into the apartment building, giving a small wave before disappearing behind the elevator doors. Donghyuck stands rooted to his spot, hand cupping his kissed cheek while his heart runs wild. 

You kissed his cheek. 

You kissed his cheek. 

Donghyuck didn’t believe in love at first sight. It was a stupid conception, because how was someone supposed to develop feelings for a person they had no knowledge about? Donghyuck didn’t understand, and frankly, he still doesn’t. He’s not sure as to why he fell in love with you at a single glance during a chance encounter. But one thing he is sure about? 

Lee Donghyuck is confident that you’ll take his breath away every single time until he’s left unable to breathe without your presence. 

you: donghyuck!!

Donghyuck pulls out his phone at the notification, a smile immediately spreading at the sender’s name. 

you: go home alr! it’s cold outside, i don’t want you to freeze :(

donghyuck: how did you know i’m still out here?

you: i can see you from the sixteenth floor

Donghyuck looks up. The sixteenth floor is far up, but when he squints, he can see your hand shooing him away. 

donghyuck: that’s not nice, telling your date to go away

you: if u get sick rn, you can’t be my date anymore so go home and take a long hot shower!!

Donghyuck chuckles. 

donghyuck: so, more dates?

You leave him on read for one minute. 

you: only if you go home rn and warm up

Donghyuck has never looked forward to living as much as now. 

donghyuck: noted. good night, y/n :))

you: good night, donghyuck <3

Donghyuck believes in love at first sight and you are his proof. 

bonus: the aftermath.

Approximately one hundred days have passed since you and Donghyuck decided to start dating, and instead of spending the special day outside, you’re snuggled up against your boyfriend at his place, watching Hunter × Hunter on TV. Neither of his parents are home and his younger sister kindly offered to hangout with their neighbour next door. It’s quiet, save for the anime and Donghyuck’s rhythmic breathing. 

You lay your head flat against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Donghyuck strokes your head but his eyes don’t stray from the screen. 

Frankly, you’re a little jealous. 

“Hyuck,” you whine, poking his nose. He looks down at you with a puzzled face. “Give me a kiss.”

Your boyfriend laughs. “Needy, huh?”

You huff. “I want attention, so give me a kiss.”

Donghyuck chuckles, but he complies nonetheless, adjusting his position so his lips can graze yours. You hum into the kiss, your thumb drawing circles on his cheek. 

It’s amazing how easily he takes your breath away.

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Sweet [Pt. 2]

University AU

TW: Language, Smut, Explicit Talk About Sexual Topics, soft giggly sex because i'm a fucking simp, smut with some plot Smut Warnings: Masturbation (M and F), implied use of clothing to get off on, porn, first-time sex, penetrative sex, cumming into a condom, oral (M and F receiving), blowjob, cum swallowing Genre: Smut, Romance, Comedy, Fluff (lots of it) Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 5.7K

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Notes: I didn't plan to make a part two, let alone for it to be the smut chapter, but here we are. Tired. Horny. And a little sinful. Alsooo this can be read as a standalone! you don't need to have read part one! Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Hey, Giselle mentioned that you're a virgin, right?" Yangyang asks. You nearly dropped your glass.

"What? I mean, yeah? Why?" You held your glass to your chest as he approached you, leaning in like he was about to kiss you, and you being delusional enough to close your eyes and maybe pucker your lips a little, leaned in too.

"No reason," he pulled away and walked off like nothing happened. Your eyes shot open.

No reason.

No reason?

No freaking reason?!

Your face was hot and your embarrassment clear while he grabbed his backpack and carried on like he didn't just fluster you to no tomorrow.

"Well, I got lab, I'll see you later, babe," he waves at you and leaves out the front door of your now-shared apartment. You, meanwhile, stood still, not knowing what to do now and, soon, your hand flew up to your mouth and you let out a silent scream.

"God, that tease," you grumbled. You've barely had a day of peace since dating that guy, not that you were complaining, but you figured after months of dating he'd have grown out of it but, nope, he's still that teasing piece of shit he was when he first kissed you. But... sex?

Sex?!

Whole new ballpark. If you needed help to learn how to kiss you didn't even want to experience the embarrassment of learning how to have sex. It'd be a total turn-off with you floundering around trying to find out how to even hold a dick let alone suck one and fuck, oh god, you can't just ask him how to do that.

"Oh, girl, you're at a total loss," Giselle grimaces. If you couldn't ask Yangyang, why not ask your best friend? Leading you to now, in a Starbucks, asking how to have sex.

"I don't even know where to start," you said with your head in your hands.

"Well, first thing's first is that you don't overthink it, (Y/N)," Giselle sips on her iced coffee. "Secondly you just have to go with it. I'm surprised you two haven't fucked yet."

"Shh!"

"Oh, it's fine, everyone's wearing headphones, hon," Giselle sighs. "You really have no experience? At all? Not even with yourself?"

"Like... like masturbating?" You whispered.

"Exactly like that," Giselle tips her drink to you. "You haven't tried shoving something up that pussy?"

"Giselle!"

"It's fine," she says loudly. No one responds. "See, no one's listening."

"Oh... geez, fine, okay, yeah, I've... I've done a little bit of... masturbating," you muttered, recalling the few sparse times curiosity got the better of you when it came to your fingers just quickly brushing over your pussy in the shower. "But definitely not enough to consider it experience," you shook your head. Sure, you'd pushed one finger into your pussy before but that has to be nothing compared to an actual dick.

"Look, even looking at your vag is experience, hon, it's not that different than kissing except his dick will be in you while you do it," she explains and you held your iced tea to your face, cooling it down while you listened to her. "Just don't be weird about it, (Y/N). Has Yangyang been asking you about having sex?"

"No," you shook your head.

"Are you sure?" She leans against the table now.

"Yea... actually..." you thought back to the previous month.

~

"Hey, so, uh..." Yangyang sits on the couch next to you and you naturally attached to his side. "Have you ever thought about going further than kissing?"

"Huh?"

"Like... further."

"Like... hugging?"

"..." Yangyang stared at you, ready to correct you, but instead he shut his mouth. "Never mind," he shakes his head.

"What? What is it?"

"No, no, it's fine, yeah, actually, cuddling, let's do it," he pulls you to his chest and buries his face in your hair.

"Okay...?"

~

"Oh, dammit, butterfingers," the book slips out of your hand and drops to the floor. You bent down to pick it up, feeling a slight stretch in your calves as you did so, and, once you did, you straightened back up and dusted off the cover, nearly jumping in place when you heard Yangyang whistle behind you. "Oh, Christ, you scared the hell out of me, Yang!"

"Sorry... uh..." he swallows harshly. "Hey... did you want to go to bed?"

"It's... it's 3 in the afternoon, why would I want to go to bed right now?"

"Never mind."

~

Your lips moved in harmony with his while hands wandered around each other's bodies. And with the sultry sounds of lips smacking together your legs naturally clenched together while Yangyang pushed forward, one hand slowly parting your thighs until one of his legs was nestled between them. His lips moved down your jaw until he was kissing your neck and you gripped onto his arm to stop him.

"Everything alright?" He asked you.

"I think I left the oven on."

"What?"

"I think something's burning!"

"Huh?"

"Be right back!" You scrambled off of the couch and ran to the kitchen.

~

"(Y/N), could you grab my laptop for me? It's on our bed!"

"Yeah, I got it," you grabbed the laptop, your hand brushing over the trackpad for a moment, but just enough for it to turn back on, and immediately as soon as you heard the girlish moan you shut the laptop. "Here you go," you handed it to him quickly before running off.

~

"Hey, Yang?" You walked into the room and he was quick to grab a pillow and hug it to his chest, slamming his laptop shut in the process. You eye him suspiciously. "Anyway, have you seen my leggings?"

"Which ones?"

"The burgundy ones."

"Those ones?"

"Yes."

"Well, uh," he leans forward, somehow tucking the pillow further into his lap. "No, why?"

"Oh my god, you're so flushed right now, are you alright? You're not getting sick, are you?" You held the back of your hand to his head to feel his temperature and he nodded.

"Yeah, no, I'm good, just, uh, tired," he says, nodding with his lips pressed in a straight line.

"Oh, uh, okay," you nodded. "I'll pick up the medicine on my way back from the gym, then," you smiled.

~

"Hey, so, what do you think about sex?" Yangyang asked, his face red with alcohol.

"Hmm... I don't usually think about it, I think," you muttered, also drunk.

"Do you want to have sex?"

"Mm... I do want to get McDonalds."

~

"Oh, I guess he has been kinda hinting at it all month," you mumbled and Giselle groaned in her hands.

"God, only Yangyang could date you because I would've lost my damn mind if my boyfriend did the bend and snap in front of me and walked away," she shakes her head.

"Bend and what?"

"(Y/N), look, it's not something you should feel pressured to do, let me make that clear. Sex is a... should be a very intimate moment between two people who trust each other, I say talk about it with Yangyang, see how he wants to do things because, god, you're the most virgin person I know," she says, "and I swear to god if he pressures you into having sex I will crush his balls."

"Giselle! No need to go that far!"

"But, then again, I guess you're crazy about that guy anyway so you do you, hon," she shrugs. "Have you really not been horny once around this guy?"

"I mean, I'm sure I have but I just didn't know how to act on it," you shook your head.

"You know, that feeling you get when you're starting to get all hot and bothered? When your thighs suddenly rub up against each other to lose any tension down there? How when even the slightest shift of fabric against your pussy gets you going?"

"I... that's..." you stammered and held your iced drink to your face again. You'd be lying if there weren't times that that happened. You could remember a few times you'd squeeze your thighs together after some seductive thing he said to you.

"But what if he's embarrassed of me?"

"(Y/N). We are talking about Yangyang, right?"

"Yeah."

"He literally showed up to lecture in a pink hoodie and orange shorts. I don't think he has any shame."

"But-"

"No 'but's. Just trust yourself and trust him too!"

"Okay, yeah, I can do that!" You nodded. "I just have to get in the right situation for it to happen naturally, though!"

"Of course, yeah, but also, girl, do not, and I mean do not, watch porn."

"Of course not! But... why?"

"It is the most unrealistic depiction of sex ever."

"But... it's literally sex."

"(Y/N). You really think anyone would moan the same way they do in the pornos?"

"I mean... no."

"Exactly. And I don't know about you but as hot as DP is it's uncomfortable as fuck if you don't use enough lube," Giselle rolls her eyes.

"What's that?"

"You... I feel like I'm corrupting you, never mind. TL;DR, talk to Yangyang and be straightforward about it, and absolutely no porn!"

~

"Hey, Yang!" You came home earlier than usual, not feeling like going to your last class of the day. You bounded behind him on the couch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and peering around him to see what he was looking at.

"Hey! You're home early," he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and you nodded.

"Yup! Plenty of time to do stuff now!" You watched him play Tetris on his laptop. "Oh, wow, 147 lines."

"Yeah, almost done," he says. "What did you want to do today?"

'Have sex!' Oh my god, you'd die inside if you said that out loud.

"Oh, you know, whatever," you shrugged.

"Whatever?"

"Whatever."

"Okay," he finishes his game and turns to look at you. "Want to watch something with me?"

"Sure, yeah!"

Attempt 1: Failed.

~

"Hey, Yang!" You walked past him in bed, grabbing a few new pajamas from the dresser. "I'm going to take a shower," you announced.

"Okay?" He peers at you from around his laptop.

"Right now, I'm going into the shower."

"Got it, have fun," he says.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I will," you nodded, trying your best to toss hints at him.

"Yeah...?" He tilts his head with a confused smile. "I'm sure it will be fun, doing..."

'You? Doing you?! Let's have shower sex, that's hot!' Again, you'd die inside if you said that out loud.

"Whatever, doing whatever it is that you do," Yangyang shrugs.

Attempt 2: Failed.

~

"Yangyang!" You climbed onto his lap right as the movie started and you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close. "What are we watching?" You looked up at him, moving your hips slightly against his and pressing a short kiss to his neck.

"Finding Nemo."

Fuck!

Attempt 3: Failed.

~

You checked for the fifth time and, yup, you are definitely on incognito. Yangyang had left the apartment for work a bit earlier and you had the whole place to yourself, so what time better than now to search up what the fuck sex included. You had been scrolling down Reddit, reading through whatever relevant smut fanfiction you could find, and you even scrolled across Adam and Eve just to get some semblance of what to do, and... nothing.

You had no idea what to do.

'Absolutely no porn!' Giselle's words echoed in your head, but you're desperate. You needed some kind of visual how-to and you're definitely not checking WikiHow any time soon.

Just one video. One to get a taste.

Looking both ways to ensure you're home alone, you slowly typed out 'porn' in the Google search bar and clicked the first link that popped up, but the wall of... porn on the webpage was so daunting, how would you decode this in the first place? You barely knew some of the lingo and much less which one to watch but then, a silver lining.

Masturbation. You can do that, you've kind of done that, and you had to admit after all that research you could feel the friction between your thighs. The skin close enough to your pussy was sensitive, now, and every time the comforter brushed up against it you could feel your thighs rub against each other. Fuck it, let's do it. You clicked on the masturbation video with the highest rating and you pulled your panties off. Your hand hovered in front of your pussy, and you stopped.

The air was cold against it, but at the same time, it felt so warm. You pressed an experimental finger to your outer lips and you felt a slight shiver run up your spine. Sensitive, very sensitive. The video you'd clicked on, luckily enough, was a guided masturbation from the channel 'Domommy," whatever that meant, but, hey, this should work.

"Be good now, spread that pussy," the female voice was sultry and, carefully, you followed her movements. "You're doing so well, baby, do you think you can finger yourself now?" Your face was hot with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this but... for the experience, you can do it. Slowly, you follow the given instructions, and you swallow back a sound.

Sure, your lack of experience may be what's leading to this sensation anyway, but you're pretty sure it couldn't have been this easy to get turned on. Slowly and unsurely, your finger traced around your entrance, and, with a shudder, you pushed it inside and your breath caught in your throat. You'd masturbated before, but this time it was different.

This time you actually had someone to think about while you did it, and it made the whole experience different. You imagined what it would've been like if it was Yangyang who'd been doing this to you instead, guiding you through the motions before slipping his hand into you himself. Many a time you'd held onto hid hand, your finger interlacing with his, and now you wondered how they'd feel inside of you.

You listened to the video carefully, following the movements and obeying instructions, but then you hit a point of the video you couldn't follow anymore. When the woman pulled out what had to be a comically large dildo you couldn't stop the short and surprised gasp. She wrapped her hands around it's base and pumped it up slowly before wrapping her lips around it and working her mouth down its shaft and, actually, it was kind of hot. When did you add another finger into your pussy, you weren't entirely sure but after some maneuvering, your back arched just slightly while a silent moan made its way up. Now this was nice, you never really got the whole masturbating craze until now and damn, you've been missing out. You didn't realize that you were rubbing your clit a bit harsher until you heard the door unlock.

"I'm home!" Yangyang's voice rang out in the apartment and you panicked. "(Y/N)?"

Shit! You quickly closed the website and shoved your laptop on the nightstand, but a quick glance downward spelled your demise. Naked, completely, nothing, nada, birthday suit, you're caught either way. And when your phone rang you panicked even more.

"(Y/N)? Are you in the apartment?" Yangyang's voice was getting closer.

"Just a second!" You scrambled off the bed, wiping your hands on your bare torso before grabbing the closest shirt to you and pulling it over your head while silently thanking whoever that it was oversized and fell just past your midthigh. You pushed yourself off of the floor just in time for Yangyang to open the door. You both stared at each other, you trying to subtly catch your breath and him staring at you with slight confusion. "Hey! You're home early," you hid your hands behind your back.

"Yeah, uh, slow day," Yangyang says. "Are you alright? You look... tired."

"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm good! Great even!" Your panting between words betrayed you and you forced a grin.

"Yeah?" Anyone could tell he wasn't convinced.

"Mmhmm," you gave him a curt nod.

"Cool, I'm gonna shower," Yangyang points toward the bathroom. "But, I would like my favorite shirt back," he points toward you and you look down.

"Absolutely not."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's also my favorite shirt."

"Babe, do you even know what band is on that?" You look down again. It was one of his old punk band shirts from high school.

"Pierce the Veil."

"Yeah, no, stick to STEM, babe, that shirt says My Chemical Romance."

"Goddamnit!" You cursed. Damn unreadable fonts. "But, uh," you hugged your arms to your torso as he neared.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks.

"Stellar!"

"Yeah?" Yangyang presses his hand against your forehead before feeling just under your jaw. "You're burning up."

"Didn't you say you were going to shower?" You tried to deflect his touches.

"Yeah," he nods with pursed lips. You both remain staring at each other. "Alright, 'fess up, what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!"

"You're hiding something, I know you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are! You always hide your hands when you're lying!"

"I do not!" You do, actually. But right now you happen to have whatever was in your pussy all over your dominant hand.

You know that horrible moment when you were nearly caught doing something relatively naughty and now you want to crawl in a hole and die? That's right now. You leaned back while Yangyang leaned forward, looking right into your eyes. Why was he so adamant about pulling this out of you? So what? You were a little horny and you wanted to make sure you had some kind of idea of how to have sex at all, how were you supposed to know that he'd be home early?!

To make things worse, you couldn't deny the growing heat between your legs. Your thighs rubbed up against each other, orgasm left hanging somewhere unreached.

"Okay," Yangyang lays off of you, grabbing a different shirt from the dresser and a pair of boxers before walking off. You fall on the bed, legs still hanging off the edge of it and hands folded in front of you. Embarrassing, that was so embarrassing. And to make things worse you were still horny, dammit! And you had no idea how to quickly reach an orgasm before Yangyang finished showering and... fuck. "Be right back," he calls over his shoulder, "don't finish without me."

"Yeah, okay! Wait... what?" You turned over your shoulder too, but instead you heard the bathroom door shut. Your face heated up and your eyes widened.

No, no way he knew what you were doing. You were sure you'd gotten rid of all the evidence. You got up and, a nervous habit of yours, started pacing and then... realization. You look down, under your foot, and you almost scream in pure shock. You bent down and picked up your earlier discarded panties and chucked them into the laundry basket.

"Fuck!" You cursed out loud and you swore you heard Yangyang laughing. You were at a crossroads now. Finish yourself off somehow and pretend that nothing ever happened or wait for Yangyang to get out of the shower, possibly embarrass yourself, and have him finish you off instead and... oh god, you're really thinking about this. How hard could it be to give yourself an orgasm anyway you were so close earlier if he didn't come home early, you would just have to repeat what you did earlier and maybe a little quicker, easy! And you were already a little worked up from earlier and maybe something about Yangyang made you even more needy so even just a touch should be good enough to get close. "Okay, think, (Y/N)," you thought to yourself while sitting down on the bed again, your back turned toward the door and your knees pressed against each other.

Then you heard the shower turn off.

"Dammit!" You whispered to yourself. In all your overthinking you couldn't even properly make a choice.

Fuck it. Plan C.

~

When Yangyang closed the bathroom door behind him he let out a breath he'd been holding since he noticed your panties on the floor. He dug a hand through his hair and took a nervous glance at his reddening face.

Did he...? Did you...? Were you...?

...

Without him?!

He bit back a somewhat sexually frustrated sigh and pulled his shirt off. You'd been curbing his advances for a whole month and surprise surprise he nearly walks in on you masturbating and... fuck.

Or, alternatively, maybe he's overthinking it. You are you, and you have been completely ignorant of anything he's done to remotely hint to you that he'd been insanely fucking horny all month. God, what was he? A hormonal teenager? He looked down and, well, he might as well be one. He tugged his belt off and turned the shower on while kicking his pants off.

Okay, Yangyang, you know your girlfriend well enough. And if he did know you well enough then he knew you were weighing two options in your head right now.

Option 1: Pretend nothing ever happened and go about the day.

Or option 2: Wait for him to come back.

But... he was in uncharted territory right now. Sex wasn't tricky, it was just never brought up in the relationship. And, sure, he's a guy, he's seen his fair share of porn and he's certainly cummed into a few socks before but fuck he's never had sex with a partner. This month has been a struggle for him, he'd been waking up with the horrid morning wood and you'd just been existing and that alone sent him down this hormonal spiral.

Fuck it, he washed his hair quickly and scrubbed down, being careful not to be too harsh on that probably soon-to-be-ignored boner of his. He could just beat one out right now, not like it'd be the first this month but...

Huh.

Maybe you'd go with option 2.

Maybe, or maybe not. Yangyang hit his head against the shower wall, feeling the warm water sliding down his back. Okay, finish this first, see what mood you're in when he gets out, then think about nutting into the nearest cocksleeve-looking thing to him if necessary.

Fuck it. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to rub one out, he had to finish himself off before long or else you'd get suspicious. After a whole month of going blue-balled, this was just another day, but fuck he couldn't get the image of you giving him a handjob out of his head and it was doing nothing to bring down his boner. He bit onto his free hand while he picked up the pace, feeling himself getting closer until he heard you shout outside and he felt the tenseness in his jaw loosen as he started to laugh instead, easily picturing the look on your face while you picked up the pair of panties that were just so innocently lying on the floor next to the bed.

Well.

Fuck it.

He finished up his shower quickly and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. And when he walks back into the bedroom...

~

Yangyang ducked back into the hallway, his laugh practically echoing around the apartment.

"What?! What's so funny?!" You shouted back and, when Yangyang looked back in the room, he threw his head back in laughter. "Liu Yangyang!"

"Sorry! Wait, hold on!" He clutches his torso and tries to compose himself but the glance up at you sent him into another fit and you groaned.

"Yangyang I'm so embarrassed right now don't make it worse!"

"(Y/N)," he holds his hand up and takes a deep breath before noticeably looking away from you. "I love you, babe, but, fuck, why did you have to burrito yourself in our comforter?" He stifles back another laugh.

"I read on Reddit that if I'm warm enough I won't be horny anymore."

"Oh my god," Yangyang breaks out into more laughter. "This was not what I was expecting, at all," he walks into the room, drying his hair quickly with a towel before climbing next to you. "So, how are we going to do this?"

"Do what?" You sank into the covers. Yangyang pulls it off of your head, at least.

"You know what."

"I do... but I don't want to say it, it's embarrassing," you shook your head.

"You know, consent's pretty important for things like this."

"I know!" You wondered what your expression looked like right now. Somehow, you brought your knees close to your chest. "But... mm..."

"You don't know what to do, huh?"

"Nope."

"There's a first for everything," he shrugs. "So, how about it?" He leans closer to you and you lean back slightly. "Do you want to have sex?" You're silent, your lips pressed in a tight line while both of you stare at each other.

"Yeah, I do," you nodded and a sly grin rose up Yangyang's lips when you pulled your hands out of the comforter and wrapped them around his neck, easily pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't long until you'd found your rhythm, your hand had found its way into his dampened hair while he was pushing that fucking comforter off of you.

"Damn, babe, you really rolled yourself up in this," Yangyang pulled away and you snickered.

"I know, hold on," you pushed it off of yourself, and once it was pushed somewhere else you moved on top of him and continued right where you left off. Your legs straddled his waist and his hands rested on your thighs, he pressed small kisses to your neck while he rubbed circles into your hips.

"You had fun without me?"

"Maybe a little bit," you let out a small laugh when he pinched your hips. "Glad you're here now though," you pull his shirt off of your body and he whistles.

"Hold on a second," he looked you up and down. Fuck, he'd been fantasizing about this all month and now, finally, he gets to live it out. He had to drink in every moment. "Okay, let's do this," he pulled his shirt off too and it was your turn to trace his jaw with your lips. His hips grind up against yours, the friction from the fabric causing your pussy to moisten more while you moaned against him. His hand moves to your pussy now, his fingers ghosting over the inside of your thighs while your hands set on his chest, and you swallowed down a shaky moan when he lightly tapped his finger on your clit. Then, he pushes his finger in, and you grip onto his shoulder.

Yeah, definitely different from masturbating. Carefully he moves his hand out and when he pushes it back in with another finger while doing a slight scissoring motion with them and you near turned into jelly on top of him. Your hand moved to the waistband of his boxers, tugging at them slightly to hint that you wanted them off, but when he didn't get the hint, too focused on fingering you, you rubbed your hand against his dick and he choked out a shaky breath of his own.

"Condom?"

"Nightstand," he nods toward it and you pull the drawer open, near immediately gasping.

"I've been looking for these!" You pulled your leggings out and Yangyang's face grew redder.

"Shit, I forgot I hid those there!" He reaches over and pulls it out of your hand, quickly chucking it to some other side of the room.

"Yang!"

"Don't look at those, I'll buy you new ones."

"Why?!" He silences you with another kiss that you quickly melt into. Probably not a good idea for you to see the cum stains on it, at least. He reaches over and grabs one of his condoms and pushes his boxers off to roll it over his dick. "Naughty."

"Just how you like me," he grins against your lips and, he lines his dick up with your entrance, its tip lightly grazing over your clit sending you into another wave of pleasure. "If you feel uncomfortable, just let me know and we'll stop," he holds your hips in place and you nod.

"I haven't done this before," you admitted quietly.

"I know," he says, "but, can I tell you a secret?" He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. You nod slightly, "I haven't done this either," he says quietly and, somehow, a weight is lifted from your shoulders. "So let's just go with it," he relaxes his hold on your hips and you sink down on him slowly, feeling a little discomfort at first and pausing to adjust before moving further down. Yangyang's head hit the headboard gently while he moaned softly.

"Ah..." you swallowed down the louder moan while you moved up now, still trying to accustom yourself to his size. "Sorry, it's... definitely bigger than what I usually put up," you hid your embarrassment by digging your face into his neck.

"It's okay," he groans. His hips moved up slightly, meeting your movements and slowly you both worked your way until you felt your hips hit his and you lightly bit down on his neck. He turned his head just slightly, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. For a moment, you both stayed like this, and it felt amazing. Your hips moved up and both of you stilled your breaths. "Fuck..." you moved your hips back down and damn.

Why didn't you fuck before? Soon you were both moving together, hips grinding and thrusting against each other while you shared open-mouthed kisses with tongues moving against each other. Your hands held onto his arms while you moved against him and your thighs clenched around his waist as you felt a growing tension in your abdomen. You both separate for a moment, just enough to catch your breath before Yangyang moves again. He pushes you down against the bed so he's over you, pushing one of your legs up until there's resistance and leaning over you with one hand next to your head, he loops his arm around your leg and pulls you closer to him, thrusting his dick into you with a new beat and turning you into a mess under him. You moved up and down the bed slightly, hearing the bedsprings beneath you with every thrust, and you scrambled to find something to grab onto as you neared your climax.

"I..." your sentence is interrupted by a pointed thrust, your back arching against the mattress and Yangyang clenching his jaw while straightening to grab onto your waist. "Oh my god..." you twisted your head to look away from him and, gently, he pulled you back to look at him, pressing his lips to yours and tugging at them between his teeth.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he mutters, and you feel him quicken slightly.

"Oh... Ah, don't stop, please," your legs widened on their own, making it easier for him to slip in and out while he moved toward his release. You moved your hips up to meet his, feeling his cock constantly grind against this spot that hit you just right. You moaned louder, that feeling inside of you growing tighter each time you felt him move inside of you, until he pulled out and, with a moan, cummed into the condom.

But... you still haven't cummed yet. You didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, but when Yangyang pulled the condom off and moved further down you had no idea what he was thinking of doing until he held your thighs down.

"Yang?"

"Don't worry, I know," he pressed a small kiss to the inside of your thigh and you felt him hold your legs apart, his hands digging into the soft flesh while his lips moved up toward your pussy. He licks up one of the folds and your head dug into the mattress.

"Oh hell," you bundled the sheets in your hand and he dove in. You could feel your legs starting to grow weaker with each movement against your pussy and you shook your head. "I think I'm almost..." you stopped yourself, feeling Yangyang push his tongue into your pussy you gave in and finished your sentence with a loud moan. "Oh my god... fuck, fuck..." you pushed yourself up on your elbows now, catching a quick look at him eating you out and sending you over the edge. "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum," your legs tensed before they started shaking, feeling your pussy clench around him while your head spun for seconds and you fell against the bed, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Finally, you sat up.

"You good?" He was sitting up again.

"Uh-huh," you nodded and closed your legs. You looked at each other for a moment, his face still tinted pink and yours no doubt heated as well. "You good?"

"If you're done I can handle this," he nods curtly. You shot him a look.

"I've got this," you moved back toward him and Yangyang swallowed down a nervous sound when your hand wrapped around the base of his dick.

"You sure?" He shot you a worried look and your jaw dropped, slightly offended.

"Yes!"

"How do you know?"

"I'm just going to let it go naturally!"

"Are you sure?" Yangyang shot a worried glance down and you nodded. "Wait, stop, why are you squeezing?!"

"Huh?!"

"Fuck!" Yangyang lets out a strained moan and you stifle another laugh before moving down on him. "Fuck..." his voice dragged out when your mouth wrapped around the top of his cock. Your hand moved up his dick slowly, softly, near teasing while your tongue circled over it. His hand rests on your head before it moves down and pushes the hair out of your face. You tilted your head slightly, his dick poking the inside of your cheek and he had to look away before he nutted right then and there, and slowly you moved your head down his dick and he whimpered. "You... shit," he bites his hand when you finally find a good routine. Your head moves up his dick now, your tongue flattening against it all the way when he slowly pushes your head back down and you swallow the bit of precum that dripped out of him. You felt your own wetness drip out of your pussy with every movement down his cock and one of your hands found its way back into yourself. You pushed your fingers every time your head bobbed up and down and Yangyang groaned. Then, his hold tightened only slightly against your head and attempted to pull you off but, you stayed put, moving your head further down until he hit the back of your throat and he couldn't hold it back anymore, cumming immediately as soon as he felt your lips hit his crotch and you swallowed. You moved your head off of his dick, savoring the taste of his cum against your tongue and, in a bold move, you licked your lips.

"Hm," you hummed happily.

"What?" He catches his breath.

"Sweet."

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my nct recs

key - [🦁] oneshot, [🐯] headcannon, [🐻] reactions, [🐶] short series, [🦊] series, [🐱] smau series

nct

none yet !

nct 127

🐯dates with nct - @lemon-boy-stan

nct dream

🐯common phrases in relationship - @yongislong

wayv

none yet !

moon taeil

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johnny suh

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lee taeyong

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nakamoto yuta

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qian kun

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kim doyoung

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ten lee

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jung jaehyun

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dong sicheng

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kim jungwoo

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wong yukhei

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mark lee

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hendery wong

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xiao dejun

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huang renjun

🐱best friend - @yuitaru

synopsis: as your best friend, renjun's been putting his feelings for you on the back burner, but what happens when his friends think it's time for him to confess after a drunken confession?

genre: smau, idiots to lovers, crack, fluff, slight angst, slice of life, (barely) university!au, parallel universe (based in let's fall in love! universe)

warnings: lots of swearing, mentions/threats of violence, mentions of bodily fluids/functions, references to let's fall in love!, my broken humour

🐱crush culture [renjun x gn!reader ] - @suhnshinehaos

synopsis: yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down

genre: university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, humor, slice of life

warnings: swearing, food mentions, suggestive humor

lee jeno

🦁social casualty [jeno x f!reader] - @mayaflowerxs

synopsis: Jeno doesn’t understand why he has such strong feelings for you, but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you try so hard to be someone you’re not. And you, well you don’t want to become just another student at school, no. You want to stand out, to be someone’s option for once. Most specifically, Jeno’s option.

genre: fluff, humour, angst

warnings: Slight Smut at the end! swear word usage, break ups, rejection, self consciousness, ‘unrequited love’, friend zoned , Jeno is a love sick pup, reader is afraid of confrontation, misunderstandings and mean girl alert

lee donghyuck

🐶blood red [donghyuck x reader] - @neonacity [chap 1] [chap 2]

synopsis: You’re a forensic psychologist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

genre: thriller, smut [only in a scene], angst (?), fluff (if you squint?)

warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, alcohol use, smut (protected sex, humping, intoxicated sex)

na jaemin

🦁nighted [reader x vampire!jaemin] - @neonacity

synopsis: no official one, but basically just follow reader through their life as a hunter (?)

warnings: blood, violence, mentions of weapons and death. Age gaps though there is no underage romance that happened, reader goes through different ages throughout the story.

liu yangyang

none yet !

osaki shotaro

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jung sungchan

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zhong chenle

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park jisung

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[cherrybyunss]

When It Gets Risky

It downright fucked with your brain how the longer you looked at the three boys, or even thought about them, the more you wanted to fuck each one.

It was an absolutely unprecedented experience for you, and consequently, extremely exciting. Though for someone who liked to play it safe, and make sure no one ever had any dirt on them, it was all just as tricky as it was exciting.

You hated your mind when you figured that that had just ended up adding to the thrill instead.

“What a sexy little trio,” You were found marveling to yourself.

Excerpts Masterlist: here

Chapter I:

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

Word Count: 23.8k

Ships: Jaemin x Redaer, Jeno x Reader, Haechan x Reader, Mark x Reader, mentions of Renjun x Reader and Yangyang x Reader

Characters: Reader, Na Jaemin, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Lee Jeno, Huang Ren Jun, Liu Yang Yang, Nakamura Hina, Mark Lee, Ko Eunji | Koeun

Tags: High School Students NCT Dream, NCT's 00 line, Explicit Sexual Content, Protected Sex, Oral (M/F receiving), Dirty Talking, Fingering, Riding, Overstimulation, Underage Substance Use, Mentions Of Traumatic Consensual Sexual Experiences, Unreliable Narrator, Bits of Angst, Bits of Fluff

Chapter II:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/78244742

Word Count: 28.1k

Ships: Jaemin x Redaer, Jeno x Reader, Haechan x Reader, Renjun x Reader, Yangyang x Reader

Characters: Reader, Na Jaemin, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Lee Jeno, Huang Ren Jun, Liu Yang Yang, Nakamura Hina

Tags: High School Students NCT Dream, NCT's 00 line, Explicit Sexual Content, Protected Sex, Oral (M/F receiving), Dirty Talking, Fingering, Riding, Overstimulation, DomSub dynamic, Subspace and Sup drop, Underage Substance Use, Unreliable Narrator, Bits of Fluff, A lot of Angst.

[bungeenomin]

Let Them Hear- Liu Yangyang

Genre: Hard dom!yangyang x reader, smut

Word count: 976

Summary: Yangyang never thought he would get jealous of his baby talking to his best friends, yet here he is, making sure you prove to them that you’re all his. 

Warnings: smut, jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), degradation, choking, dirty talk, spanking, dominance

A/N: Feel free to send me requests, asks and leave me feed back!

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Yangyang honestly hadn’t even considered the possibility of him getting jealous when he asked you over to his dorm to hang out with him and the ‘00 liners. That was until he is sat here, clenching his fists, burning holes into Shotaro’s back as he plays Mario Kart with you. Yeah, Yangyang knows it’s probably nothing. He trusts you and Shotaro at that, but he can’t help the jealousy he feels when he see’s you talking to other guys. 

“Taro you’re cheating!” you squeal, shoving him playfully as both of you sit with your eyes glued to the screen. 

“It’s Mario Kart i can’t cheat, you’re just shit” he teases, focusing as much as he can on the Nintendo Switch. 

“Hah” you shout, standing in front of Shotaro, blocking his view of the television. 

“Now look who’s cheating” he shouts, trying to push you out of his way. 

Shotaro simply placing his hand on your side was enough to break Yangyang, even if it was to shove you out of his way. 

Yangyang excuses himself from his conversation with Jaemin and Donghyuck before approaching you and Shotaro at the TV. 

“Y/N, let’s talk” he states sternly. 

“Baby” you respond, not picking up on Yangyang’s anger, “it’s nearly over just wai-”

“Pause it” he responds, cutting you off. That’s when you realise something is wrong. You pause the game, sending an empathetic look in Shotaro’s direction, who smiles back softly in response. 

Yangyang grabs your hand harshly. “My room” he mutters. 

You walk with him to his room, wanting to ask what’s wrong but also not wanting to anger him more than he already is. 

Yangyang get’s straight to the point as soon as you enter the room, locking the door. “Across my lap, now. Count” he states coldly as he sits down on the edge of the bed. 

You look at him hesitantly before complying, bending over on his lap. Yangyang lifts up your skirt, running a hand across your ass before slapping it harshly, resulting in a scream being released from your lips.

“One”

“What made you think you could act like a little slut in front of my face, huh?” he questions, slapping the tender area again. 

“Two. Babe i don’t know what you’re talking about” you reply, genuinely baffled as to what you did to annoy your boyfriend. 

“Fucking bullshit” he spits, slapping you hard again. 

“Three” 

“You know exactly what i’m talking about, don’t act like a dumb little slut. Flirting with Shotaro right in front of my face? Do i not deserve better than that?” 

“Four. I wasn’t f-flirting with him. Fuck five. Baby you know i only care about you, no one else. Fucking hell six”

“Pity you decided to act like a fucking whore then” he complains. 

“Seven. Babe please stop, i wasn’t flirting with Shota- fuck eight” you scream, your tender ass feels like fire from the red hand marks littered all over it. 

“Just shut up, you’re boring me now slut”

“N-nine”

“Prove it to me that you’re sorry” he states, sending one last hard slap to your ass. 

“Ten” you groan, as Yangyang drags you up by your hair. 

“Lay down” he demands, staring you dead in the eye as you comply. 

Yangyang pulls your panties down, not even bothering to take off your skirt or shirt, just simply pushing it up, allowing him to have access to your dripping core. 

“Look at you, dripping for me already. Or is it for Shotaro?”

“You” you reply, eyes wide, “only you”.  

“Good” Yangyang responds, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers, stroking himself lazily. “Open” he says, staring at your legs. 

You look at him nervously, “Babe you didn’t prepare me at all”. 

Yangyang leans down whispering in your ear, “Dirty sluts like you don’t need to be prepared. You can take my dick”. 

He leans back, once again stroking his dick as you open your legs. He lines himself up with your soaking core before pounding into you with no warning. 

“Fuck babe” you scream, putting your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your lewd noises. 

Yangyang grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Let them hear you. Let Shotaro know who you belong to” Yangyang groans, snapping in and out of you at a ruthless pace, loud moans effortlessly escaping your lips. 

“Such a dirty slut” Yangyang groans, throwing his head back. 

“Holy fuck babe” you scream, as he hits your g spot repetitively. 

“Mmh my good little slut” he groans, releasing your wrists from his grasp and wrapping a hand around your throat. “You’re gonna take all my cum so good yeah?Let me fill you up like no one else can” he breathily says, tightening his grip on your neck. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fill me up please let me take all your cum” you choke out, eyes rolling to the back of your head, causing Yangyang to twitch inside of you. He’s close. 

Yangyang brings his hand to your throbbing clit, rubbing it as fast as he can, causing your whole body to shake. 

“F-fuck baby” you moan loudly, your fingers scraping up and down your boyfriends back, “please leave me cum babe, need to cum”. 

“Cum for me” he moans, as you both come undone together, the room being filled with heavy breaths and euphoric moans. Yangyang slows down his pace significantly, allowing you both come down from your highs. 

“Good girl” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you both up. 

Once you are both decent again, you make your way hand in hand back to the living room, being greeted by a very shell shocked ‘00 line. There was no doubt, you let them hear. 

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[idkhyuck]

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I’m trying this out so please let me know if it works  MADE 06-01-2020

UPDATED 08-23-2022

MEMBERS WITH A SPECIAL TAG WILL HAVE IT BESIDE HEADER FOR YOU TO SEARCH IF YOU’D LIKE

RULE AND GUIDELINES

MY WORKS - F=Fluff   A=Angst  S=Smut SR= Series (* will indicate that it is unfinished) 

NCT 127

LEE TAEYONG - YONGIE

MOON TAEIL

21 days of christmas day 1 F

7:55 am F

JOHNNY SUH/SEO

3:33 am F

NA YUTA

Morning with yuta S

KIM DOYOUNG - IN MY DOYOUNG FEELS

21 days of christmas day 2 F

JUNG JAEHYUN

21 days of christmas day 3 F

KIM JUNGWOO - JUNGWOO!! I LOVE HIM DEARLY

Repeating Days  A

MARK LEE

21 days of christmas day 4 F

24 days of christmas day 1 F

First time with Mark S

LEE HAECHAN - HAECHANNIE

POTG F

NCT DREAM

OT6

four seasons series*

FIREFLIES pt 1   F SR

FALLING LEAVES pt 2 F SR

dream as kids ft doyoung*

pt1 F SR

HUANG RENJUN - HUANG RENJUN

Renjun taking care of you when sick F 

My first and last soulmate AU  F A SR*

Safe space - !introvert reader F 

Quick renjunnie drabble F

LEE JENO - MY SOFT BOI

Distractions S

LEE HAECHAN - HAECHANNIE

POTG F

Quick haechan drabble F

NA JAEMIN - NA JAEMIN

ZHONG CHENLE - MY BBY

Cuddling Chenle F

3:30 pm  F

Do I look cool? F

fallen leaves pt 2 F SR*

24 days of christmas yr 2 day 2 F

PARK JISUNG

21 days of christmas day 6 F

7:47 F

Jisung x idol reader first love F

WAYV

QIAN KUN - I LOVE A MAN

LEE CHITTAPHON  

WINWIN/DONG SICHENG

9:56 F

LUCAS/HUANG YUKHEI

XIAOJUN

24 days of christmas yr 2 day 4 F hint of A

HENDERY

24 days of christmas yr 2 day 3 F S

discovery S

LIU YANGYANG

21 days of christmas day 5 F

DAY 6

PARK SUNGJIN 

JAE PARK

YOUNG K 

KIM WONPIL 

{8:07} A F

YOON DOWOON 

[radiorenjun]

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader

Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Attempt Suicide and mentions of self degrading, insecurities, anxiety, negative thoughts, physical harm.

Looking from the perspective of Liu Yangyang, the boy who bullied a girl to the point she had a scar to burden both of their lives. He lived on with a heavy heart until he finally enters college and bumps into a girl with a familiar scar and the same tattoo on her wrist as his.

→ C H A P T E R O N E

→ C H A P T E R T W O

→ C H A P T E R T H R E E

→ C H A P T E R F O U R

→ C H A P T E R F I V E

→ M O R E T O C O M E 。。。

[sm-entertain-me]

Caffeine Chronicles (E)

Requested by @august-angel0802:  Hello there ;)) I am abck! Well..... how about a cute yangyang barista AU?

Contains: Liu YangYang x (f) reader, fluff, barista!YangYang.

Synopsis: This is the third time this week that your favorite coffee shop has ruined your order, so it's time you go in and have a little chat with the staff. But when you lay your eyes on the an employee you’ve never seen before, all of your complaints seem to wash away.

Author’s Note: We interrupt our regularly scheduled smut filled program to bring you some wholesome fluff featuring our smollest bean YangYang. Enjoy!

Usually, it wouldn’t have been a problem for you when your favorite mom and pop coffee shop messed up your seemingly simple order. But that’s the thing. Usually they don’t ruin your order three times in the same week even though you’ve ordered the same thing the whole entire time you’ve visited. Virtually everyone at the shop knows you by name and knows exactly what your order is the minute you pull up in the drive thru and greet them in your famous sing-song voice.

Usually, you wouldn’t be insisting on physically coming in the shop to have a few choice words with whoever keeps messing up your order. Usually you would keep your mouth shut and just have to suck down whatever caffeine fueled beverage currently occupied the cup in your hand. But this week was probably the worst week to do that, especially since school has been destroying every ounce of happiness you’ve ever attained in your life. Your studies were becoming increasingly demanding, requiring at least two hours of your time every night in order to finish homework or prepare for annoying tests every week. 

Usually, you wouldn’t be parking in their parking lot, cup of hot bean juice in your hand with a frown on your face, marching towards the entrance to rip the door open to have them fix their ongoing problem. You weren’t one to complain about anything, especially when it came to the food service because you know how horribly people in the food service are treated by entitled, snobbish, and arrogant customers that assume they’re above the employee just because they have to serve them food and act nice to them to earn a living. Perhaps you’ve been nice for too long.

Frowning deeply, you opened the door to the coffee shop and were welcomed by the intoxicating scent of signature roast accompanied by the sweet smell of pastries that decorated the counter in the front of the store. The minute the employees heard the bell ring to indicate the new arrival of a customer, their eyes shot over to your direction and offered a smile as they chorused “Hello!”

You simply nodded in response to them as you sauntered over to the counter, resting your hand on the marble and waited patiently for the next available employee to hear your complaint and hopefully fix the issue. One look around the shop allowed you to conclude that they were absolutely swamped, multiple employees running around to complete the overflowing amount of orders that flew from their printers, some of the tickets being so long that even you were overwhelmed and you didn’t even work there. Okay, now you felt bad.

“Sorry about the wait, miss,” A voice called out to you, causing your attention to shift from the menu to a man that had brown hair and stood slightly taller than you. “How can I help you out today?”

“Oh, I just came in here to say that you guys made my order wrong, but I had no idea how busy you guys were,” You replied as you leaned around the corner to see two other men scrambling to put whipped cream on top of some Valley girl’s mocha while the other struggled to get enough ice into someone’s iced Americano. In all honesty, it was quite painful to watch them all struggling.

The man at the counter tilted his head at you, reaching out to grab the cup in your hand, “Oh I’m sorry miss. What did you order?” Before he heard your response, he leaned back and yelled out to one of the employees scrambling at the coffee machine, “YangYang! I need you to remake this order! And quickly, please!”

The person addressed as YangYang quickly turned around, a worried look on his face as he nodded at his boss, walking towards you two. As he stood behind his boss, ready to hear the order he needed to make, he completely froze at the sight of you. His eyes seemed to double in size as his eyes locked onto you, you noticing how his pursed slightly to show interest in you. 

It was safe to say you had never seen YangYang before, assuming he was the new guy, but you were really sad you never have because he is probably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. He had cute chubby cheeks that made his youthful features seem that much more emphasized, soft brown eyes that shine brightly at you despite the low ambient light of the coffee shop around you, and the softest looking lips. 

“Wow,” You breathed out at you still stared at YangYang, your eyes widening immediately as you realized you really said that out loud. In front of YangYang. In front of his boss. In front of all of his coworkers. In front of the long line of customers that seemed to form behind you. Upon the realization, you could feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment, quickly resulting to hiding your face in your hands as you muttered your order to the man at the counter to avoid speaking to YangYang and make your situation worse than it already was. But little did you know, YangYang thought the exact same thing about you.

After you were dismissed by the man at the counter, insisting that they would make you a fresh coffee for free, you ran to the opposite side of the counter that was far away from YangYang. You were pretty certain you just messed up any chance of talking with him by just saying a single word, not knowing if you had creeped him out or anything. He was very hard to read given his back was facing you as he slaved over the coffee machine to make your order over again.

Minutes seemed like hours as you stood still, gripping your elbows nervously as you waited patiently for someone to call your name out. And as luck would have it, YangYang would be the one to call out your name, forcing you to walk up to the counter and look him in the eye as you took your coffee from his hands.

“Hey,” a voice sounded as your hands wrapped around the paper of the cup, causing you to look up at YangYang and the soft smile he wore on his face. He didn’t seem the least bit creeped out by what you said earlier, he seemed flattered as he stared at you with the same curiosity you had for him earlier. “If it’s any consolation, I was about to say the same thing about you. You just happened to be the first one to say it.”

If your cheeks were red before, they’re purely crimson now as you looked down at the floor to contain the red hue, smiling lightly to yourself at YangYang’s compliment, “Yeah, that makes me feel better. I thought I made you uncomfortable.”

“Me? Uncomfortable about a beautiful woman showing interest in me? Never,” YangYang retorted, trying his best to continue the seemingly playful banter between the two of you as he became more and more fascinated with you. In no way was he uncomfortable or embarrassed at your outburst, he just felt bad that he didn’t really get a chance to tell you how beautiful he thought you were, something he might come to regret if he didn’t get your number or something by the end of your conversation. And besides, he called you beautiful.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” The man’s voice from earlier sounded out behind YangYang, clearly annoyed with the duration of the conversation you two were having despite the long line that had formed in the couple minutes you two were talking. “But I have a full lobby of customers and the line isn’t getting any shorter. YangYang, I already wrote down your number for her, just get back to work and I’ll give it to her.” After his little tirade, YangYang’s boss leaned over the counter to where you stood, slipping a blue sticky note into the palm of your hand and resting his hands on his hips to signal YangYang to get moving.

YangYang nodded at his boss as he turned to you, offering another kind smile that had you melting before he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the top of it lightly before he spoke to you, “Well, you heard the boss. I have to get back to work, but I’ll be expecting a text or a call when I get off, right?”

“Of course,” You responded with quite possibly the biggest smile you’ve ever had in your life, the feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach as you still felt the imprint of YangYang’s lips on the top of your hand. His lips were so soft against your skin and you couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against your lips as you were now saying goodbye to him and his staff, slipping outside of the shop with your new coffee in hand and holding the blue sticky note close to your heart.

If you knew this is the kind of treatment you would get from complaining about coffee, you would’ve complained months ago.