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[qianinterprises]

NCT 127 Reaction: you moaning their name in your sleep

Pairings | Nct 127 x Reader

Genre | smut (more suggestive than anything but some are questionable), fluff

Warnings | SMUT!!! Do not read if you are underaged!!!! Also slight somnophilia.

Word Count | 4.6k

Author’s Note | I did a reaction like this for NCT Dream, but I decided to do the same reaction for 127 just because I thought it'd be fun. I, however, did not redo Mark's and Haechan's because I was simply too lazy too so there's will be the same (I do apologize). Also, I'd like to add that NCT Dream's was smuttier than this one. This reaction is really more suggestive, but there are a few members that get a little more descriptive. I hope you enjoy! I apologize for the images with Jungwoo - Haechan. Dumblr was acting up again and I didn't have the patience to fuck with it.

Tagging | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Taeyong

Originally posted here

Coming home late was always normal for Taeyong. Being the leader of such a big group, he was always the first one up in the morning and the last to leave schedules. With the new comeback on the rise, he was coming home even later than usual.

Oftentimes, when he returned home, he’d find you awake, sitting on the couch watching whatever came on the television. Recently though, he was coming home to find you already asleep, curled up on your side of the bed, arms encircling a pillow with one of his shirts over it. Tonight was no different.

He was quick to shower and return to the bedroom. It was already 2am and, though he’d not have a schedule until tomorrow afternoon, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Sleep was necessary for that, and as such, he clambered into bed as quietly as possible, sliding up behind your body and draping an arm around your waist before burrowing his face in the pillow, begging sleep to claim him soon.

However, he was quickly caught off guard when a small noise left you, your body moving slightly against him.

He looked over at you, lifting his head.

“(Y/N)?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond and he pressed his head back against his pillow, thinking it was his imagination or just a sigh leaving your lips.

“Taeyong…” his name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan, and he knew he heard it this time.

His cock stirred in his sleep shorts and he pressed his pelvis a little closer to your bottom, pulling a grunt from your throat before you stirred awake.

“Tae?” you asked, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yes my love?” he whispered back in a sultry tone.

“You're sticking me in the ass.”

“I know.”

You could hear the smirk in your voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Practice make you horny?” you asked.

“Nope. You moaning my name in your sleep did.”

Your face heated up and you buried your face in his pillows. You knew exactly what he was talking about, even if you didn’t remember moaning out loud.

“Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what I was doing so we can pick up where your dream left off,” he smirked.

A small squeak left your lips, but you weren’t about to complain.

“Your cock felt so good inside me…” you breathed.

His smirk grew as you rolled over to look at him.

“Good thing I’m hard and ready for you then,” he winked.

Taeil

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It never ceased to surprise Taeil just how quickly you could fall asleep in any situation it seemed. Currently, you were sitting on a rather uncomfortable couch with your head on his shoulder, snoring quietly in his ear as Donghyuck recording finished the last few verses of his parts, Taeyong sitting at the controls beside the techy. You had fallen asleep somewhere along Johnny and Yuta’s recording sessions and hadn’t moved much since.

Taeil smiled down at you fondly. His shoulder might have fallen asleep twenty minutes earlier, but he’d never dare move and disturb your slumber. Especially when you looked so adorable against him. Even if it was a little awkward with you laying on him in a room full of his members. That awkwardness grew, however, the second a breathy moan escaped your lips.

“What was that?” Mark asked, spinning around in his seat, eyes wide and looking in every direction of the room.

Taeil’s ears tinted pink and he squirmed nervously as he caught Yuta’s smirk in the corner of his eye.

“Maybe you should take (Y/N) home,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and looking all too suggestive.

The pink turn to red and Taeil tried to hide his face in your hair when his blood ran cold.

“Taeil,” you moaned softly, but not quiet enough that the others didn’t hear.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Johnny grinned. “I think Taeil’s right! You should take her home.”

The plan had been for you to go out to dinner with the boys once they’d finished rehearsing, but that seemed to be dashed along the rocks now. The boys wouldn’t be able to stop cackling at your expense if you still went out with them and you’d likely never want to show your face around them again if you found out what happened.

“Take her home, hyung. And, word of advice, don’t tell her what happened. It will only mortify her,” Taeyong’s wise words voice what Taeil had just been thinking and he nodded stifely.

“(Y/N),” he called softly.

You shuffled against him but didn’t respond until he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Hm?” you asked sleepily.

“Come on baby. You fell asleep. Let’s go home and get some more rest,” he spoke as calmly as he could under the suggestive smirks of Johnny and Yuta.

“But what about dinner?” you inquired, biting back a yawn as you glanced up at him.

“Uh… They decided not to go…” Taeil responded, sweating beading his forehead at the lie.

“Oh… ok,” you accepted the answer.

You snuggled more against Taeil slightly before pulling yourself from his warmth and standing from the couch, stretching out.

“Can we go back to my apartment?” you offered.

A whistle left Jaehyun’s lips and you turned to glance at him in confusion before Taeil was ushering you out of the room, shooting a dirty glare at his dongsaeng.

“You know, I had the most amazing dream,” you muttered as Taeil closed the recording room door.

“Oh really?” Taeil deadpanned, eager to get you out of the building.

Johnny

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Johnny loved going on tour with his bandmates and performing for their fans across the globe, but it was never easy to leave you behind for such long periods of time. While you both skyped most every night, it just wasn’t the same without you snuggled against his chest and no matter how many times Donghyuck crawled in bed with him and cuddled him in the same way, it would never be the same.

When the tour finally ended, he was sad he wouldn’t be performing across the globe any longer, but he was so excited to see you again. As the van pulled in front of your apartment building, Johnny bid goodbye to the members that would be heading back to the dorm, thanking the manager for dropping him at your place, before climbing out, grabbing his bag to haul with him. He didn’t wait for the van to pull off before walking into the dimly lit lobby, casting a small smile at the slightly confused overnight manager sitting at the front desk. He flashed a copy of your key, earning a disinterested nod before heading for the elevator and pressing the button for your floor.

It was late. You’d no doubt be asleep, but he didn’t mind as long as he woke up in the morning with you in his arms.

As the elevator dinged, he got out and walked down the hallway as quietly as possible before reaching your door. He pushed the key into the hole and made his way inside. He left his luggage in the living room, afraid the wheels would wake you, so he opted to store it away in the morning. He stripped off his clothes leaving them laying on the couch and padded into the dark bedroom where you were, sure enough, sound asleep on his side of the bed.

He cooed at the sight, but he passed the bed and headed for the bathroom to wash his face before bed when your sweet voice met his ears.

“Johnny,” you moaned quietly.

It would have been inaudible if there was another noise in the apartment.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart, I’ll be there soon,” he reassured.

This appeased you, or so he thought, until his name was tumbling from your lips again.

He peaked out from the bathroom, raising an eyebrow in confusion until he saw your body writhe and roll over.

“Johnny,” the moan was whiner this time.

A smirk grew across Johnny’s face and any sense of exhaustion immediately left his body. He padded across the floor to the bed, standing over your still moving form and grinned.

“Baby,” he called in a soothing tone.

You stirred but didn’t wake.

“Wake up baby girl.”

This time, your eyes slowly opened, meeting his.

“Johnny? You’re back!” you cried, moving to sit up.

He didn’t allow that though, instead, moving down on top of you, hovering over your body.

“How many times have you called out for me in the middle of the night without me hear to satisfy you?” he whispered softly.

Heat crept up your neck and you turned away from him, but he guided your eyes back to his.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he spoke calmly.

“Too many,” you answered with a small whine.

He hummed, nodding at your statement as he gripped the comforter, pulling it down from your body.

“Let’s start easing your discomfort,” he smirked, bending down to capture your lips in a heated, desirous kiss.

Yuta

Originally posted here

It was absolutely not uncommon for Yuta to wake up before you in the morning with his dick painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers and a conundrum of either waking you up to help him or letting you sleep.

Most of the time, he was nice and stroked himself to completion in the shower while you slept. Other times, if he was desperate enough, he’d wake you up and ask for anything you were willing to give. Which usually lead to him fucking your mouth.

Today was no different. His eyes opened with the sunlight that bled through the bedroom curtains, his body feeling rested. His cock straining against the tight fabric of the underwear he’d been wearing because no matter how many times he begged, you refused to sleep next to him if he was completely naked. He let out a small groan. It got old being horny and having to make an important decision so early in the day. Sometimes he wished he could just control his dick’s hardness and make things easier. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day.

“Yuta…” you moaned, body rolling over slightly.

Yuta glanced over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, my love?” he asked.

When he received no response, he rolled over to face you, hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“Yuta,” you moaned a little louder this time.

His dick twitched in his pants.

“Don’t tease me so early baby, it isn’t nice,” he complained, trailing his fingers along the bare skin of your arm.

Again, he received no response.

He pursed his lips, eyes trailing over your body. You looked asleep but you sure sounded awake. Could you be teasing him because you knew he was horny? Could you actually be asleep? Could you be moaning his name in your sleep from a wet dream?

It proved the latter was the case as your hips suddenly jerked forward, a quiet mewl leaving your lips. The kind of sound that you made only when his lips were attached to your clit.

A smirk grew across his face and he leaned in close to your body to press his mouth against his ear.

“If you like what I’m doing in your dreams, wake up and we’ll make it a reality,” he whispered huskily.

Your eyes flew open almost instantly, lips parted as you took in a deep breath, your body shaking ever so slightly.

“Yuta?” you questioned.

“Hm?” he grunted, raising a teasing eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Eat me out.”

It was neither demand nor plea, and while Yuta would usually make you beg for him, he was feeling a little generous this morning.

“As you wish,” he winked, head disappearing beneath the blankets.

Doyoung

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Doyoung’s eyes cracked open blearily in the pitch black room, a scowl adorned on his lips as he glanced at the red letters flashing on the alarm clock. He had no idea what had woken him up from such a peaceful, much needed rest, but whatever it was seemed to have no effect on your figure lying curled into his side sweetly.

He sighed, jealousy at your uninterrupted sleep and the thought of possibly waking you up crossed his mind. However, you were even more cranky than he was when woken up in the dead of the night. If he woke you up for no good reason other than to make you suffer with him, he wouldn’t hear the end of it for the next month.

He sighed, rolling onto his side, careful not to disturb you as he moved. He curled his legs behind yours and draped an arm over your middle, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed against the mattress, eyes closing as sleep began overtaking him again. However, right as sleep began knocking on his door, he was roused again by the same noise that woke him to begin with.

A small, breathy moan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Doyoung,” your voice whispered.

It sounded odd. Too shaky and breathy to be the voice of someone who’d just woken up, but he answered nonetheless.

“Hmm?” he asked quietly.

He waited a moment for you to respond, but when he was met with silence, he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Silence met his ears again and he began to think that maybe he was hearing things when his name tumbled from your lips again, but this time, he knew exactly what had woken him up.

“Doyoung…” you moaned quietly, head digging into the pillow, your body shuddering slightly against him.

Part of him wanted to take you up and kick you out of bed, but he couldn’t deny the feeling your breathy moans stirred inside him. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you suffer in silence.

“(Y/N),” he whispered into the night.

No response. Instead, your back arched against his chest and he grit his teeth.

“(Y/N),” he called a bit louder.

This time, your voice hummed in response.

“Wake up so we can fuck,” he demanded.

You groaned in distaste.

“Go jack off in the bathroom.”

“And leave my girlfriend to get off in her dreams?” he asked, voice pitched higher, teasing.

You rolled over, eyes now wide and alert as you gawked at him.

“How did you know that?!” you hissed.

“Well when your moaning wakes me up, it’s kind of hard to miss,” he replied almost sarcastically.

You let out an embarrassed squeak that was silenced as his lips met yours in a piercing kiss.

“Now tell me, are we going back to sleep and pretending this didn’t happen or are we going to fuck until we’re satisfied and then sleep in in the morning?” he asked.

You took a moment to answer, almost as though you were weighing your options.

“Fuck me daddy.”

Jaehyun

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Sleep was something that had always come so naturally to Jaehyun that he had no idea what to do as he lay awake staring at the ceiling as you snored quietly beside him. He didn’t want to say he was jealous as you snoozed so soundly, practically dead to the world as your eyelids flickered with whatever dream you were having, but you just looked so peaceful while he struggled to put Donghyuck’s words out of his mind.

“Have any you ever tried 69ing with your partner?” the younger man had asked randomly earlier that day as the members and their significant others had sat down to eat lunch at a restaurant.

When everyone responded with questioning eyes with the exception of Johnny who’d likely educated him on the subject.

“It’s when you both give oral at the same time! Not only do you get to eat your partner out, but you also get to stuff her mouth and gag her with your own cock that she’s practically choking on as she moans! It’s so hot!” he had insisted.

Taeyong had scolded him for such talk, especially at the table, and everyone had sense tried to put it out of their minds, but Jaehyun just couldn’t. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was you choking on him, teas falling down your cheeks as he drove you to your third orgasm with just his mouth.

His body shuddered. Oh how he wanted to see you writhing as you struggled to get him off the same way he got you off. To see you squirm and moan and choke and-

“Jaehyun,” your breathless voice moaned, bringing the male back from his imagination, eyes glancing at your still sleeping body.

Had he imagined hearing you? Perhaps he had, thinking too much about how you’d sound choking on him-

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again, voice stretching out the syllables of his name in a drawn out whine.

He definitely heard that!

“Babe?” he asked quietly.

When you didn’t respond, he kept his eyes on you, waiting to see if you showed any other sign of being awake, but when a small snore left you, he let out a small sigh.

“Wistful thinking, Jaehyun,” he muttered to himself.

“Not so wistful,” your voice answered.

He jumped so hard at the sudden intrusion into his spoken aloud thoughts that he felt as though he’d jolted right out of his skin.

“You’re awake?!” he croaked, heart thundering in his chest.

“Mm.” you responded, resting your head on his arm and glancing up at him, your eyes lighting up in the darkness.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

You shook your head and he let out a sigh of relief.

“The thought of your cock down my throat and your lips on my clit did.”

He choked on his own saliva, eyes wide. Had you been dreaming about the same thing he’d been thinking?!

“You wanna try it?”

“Hell yeah!” you responded, kicking off the blanket.

Sleep was overrated when you two could be doing much more exciting things.

Jungwoo

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It had been a long day. Almost unbearably long. So when you both had walked through the threshold of your apartment, Jungwoo didn’t blame you for immediately pulling him to the bedroom and plopping down on the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Jungwoo, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep quite as fast.

With so many exhausting dance practices and constantly moving from one place to the next, his body had gotten used to staying up extremely late and waking up just as early the next morning. In fact, it had come to the point of almost calling himself an insomniac as he always struggled to shut his body down enough to get a few measly hours of sleep. This week off was hopefully going to help with that, but his first night on break was going to do nothing for his sleep schedule if he didn’t wind himself down as effectively as possible.

He stripped off his clothing, dropping them in your hamper by the sink in the bathroom before starting a warm shower and stepping inside. The water worked wonderfully on his muscles and he could feel himself relaxing, his mind becoming hazy as his body slumped against the shower wall.

It wasn’t often that he got the luxury of hot showers. He usually squeezed a shower in after practice after six other people had gone ahead of him. By that point, most of the hot water was long gone and he was left to shiver in the icy, moving in and out as quickly as possible. Tonight, however, the heat felt amazing. So amazing, in fact, that he felt his cock stir. The warmth of the water had, apparently, reminded his dick of your warm, moist walls and how snuggly they held him between them.

His shower ended not long after that. He didn’t bother jacking off. He wouldn’t be able to cum like he did with you, anyways, so there really wasn’t much point. Instead, he dressed in a pair of soft, fuzzy pajamas that you must have laid out for him earlier in the day and crawled into bed beside your sleeping body, casting you a soft smile as he got comfortable on his side, letting his eyes drift closed.

He still couldn’t sleep. But at least he was relaxed and comfortable. That had to account for something. And eventually he’d fall asleep.

“Jungwoo,” your voice mumbled incoherently.

“Did I wake you?” Jungwoo questioned in the darkness, eyes opening to glance at your still figure.

“Jungwoo,” your voice sounded again, except this time, it sounded like a-

A gasp tore past your lips and Jungwoo sat up straight, eyes scanning your body for whatever could possibly be making you make that noise.

“Oh Jungwoo,” you moaned, hips slowly beginning to grind against the air.

Pink seeped to Jungwoo’s ears. Y-you were…

Something in your dream must have snapped you awake because not five seconds later, you were sucking in a deep breath and looking around you, flustered as your eyes met his.

“Nice dream?” Jungwoo choked out.

You squirmed nervously, fidgeting with your fingers under the blanket.

“I-I… yeah,” you mumbled.

Jungwoo didn’t respond. His tongue felt tied to the roof of his mouth as he replayed your actions in his mind, his dick growing harder in his pants the more you thought about it.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled finally, breaking the silence.

Your eyes met his again, sympathy painting your features.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yes. Ride me,” he answered.

You certainly had no problem with that.

Mark

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Mark winced when the bathroom door slammed closed behind him. He had meant to close it gently, but as he clung to the towel around his waist, he seemed to have lost his hold on the door.

Nervously, he cast a glance in your direction, sighing when it appeared that you hadn’t even rolled over. It was late and he’d just gotten home. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up, for a multitude of reasons. One of them being you scolding him for staying out with the Dreamies so late. He just couldn’t help it. He felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever.

He padded across the floor to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers when he heard you shift under the blankets, his name falling from your lips in a whisper.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called, thinking you were awake.

When you didn’t respond, he thought you’d simply fallen back to sleep, that is, until a breathy moan stopped him dead in his tracks.

“(Y/N)?”

“Of fuck! Mark!” you called out, louder this time.

His mouth ran dry as spun around, eyes wide as they scanned your silhouette under the comforter. Your hips were moving, grinding against nothing, your fingers delicately clutching the top blanket as you threw your head back and moaned again.

Fuck…

Mark could feel his member hardening as he watched your body writhe on the bed, caught up in whatever dream Mark was doing. And damn, dream Mark seemed to be doing a damn good job.

“Mark please!” you begged, eyes still closed tightly.

Mark swallowed thickly, now torn between waking you up and fucking you senseless or simply getting himself off and waiting until morning to make your dream a reality. However as your eyes suddenly flew open, his question was answered for him.

“Mark?” you asked breathlessly.

A smirk crawled onto Mark’s face as he sat down on the edge of the bed, hand finding your thigh under the blankets.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered.

He let the towel drop from his body.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned before diving under the blankets.

He pushed your thighs apart and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jolt and whine before kissing up your body.

“How about you tell me what I was doing to you in your dream?” he asked, smirking.

You looked away as embarrassment crept up, but he caught your jaw, making you look at him.

“Tell me.”

“Y-you were eating me out, but you wouldn’t let me cum,” you whined.

His smirk only grew.

“Maybe we’ll have to try that next time,” he said before pressing his member into your heat, making your back arch off the bed in desire.

Haechan

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Sleep was hard to come by for Lee Donghyuck. One would think that after multipe schedules with multiple units he’d be completely tuckered out and seconds from sleep by the time he finally got home, which was partially true.

He was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleepy. Not yet at least. After so many schedules, dance practices specifically, he was wired, energy and adrenaline continuously pumping through his veins. It was his hope that taking a hot shower would wash away the energy and allow him to get some sleep, but as he settled into bed beside your sleeping body, he couldn’t keep away the wiggles.

He squirmed this way and that, but he tried not to move so much he woke you up.

“Hyuck…” your voice groaned.

He paused in his movements, stilling completely as he waited for you to chastise his movements and tell him to sleep on the couch if he couldn’t be still, something he was seriously considering, but when no other words left your lips, he just assumed you were sleep talking like you did at times. Except this time, instead of muttering something else incoherent, a low moan escaped your throat, making Donghyuck’s blood freeze momentarily.

When he did roll over, it was to smirk at your sleeping for, eyebrow raised as he waited for more of his favorite sounds to escape your perfect lips.

With another moan, Donghyuck was on you, hovering over your body as if he expected you to wake up any moment and give him that teasing grin you knew would get you in trouble. However, when you didn’t move, your still as relaxed as a sleeping person’s, he sighed. You weren’t awake. But… That didn’t mean he couldn’t wake you up.

Under the blankets, he shifted his body until his hips where between your spreak thighs. No more sounds had left your mouth and, for a moment, Donghyuck almost felt guilty about wanting you, however, as his cock strained against his too tight boxers, he knew he wasn’t about to use his hand to get himself off, especially not when you and your dreams had caused his issues to begin with.

“Babe.” he whispered, lowering his hips onto yours, pressing his clothed member against your underwear-clad core.

You didn’t respond, head lulling to the side.

Again, Donghyuck toyed with the thought of leaving you to sleep, feeling almost like a creep for being on top of you while you were sleeping, but as your back arched and a loud gasp left your lips, it was game over.

“Right there Hyuck!” you moaned out.

“(Y/N) Wake up!” he snapped, admittedly a little louder than he meant to.

Your eyes snapped open, immediately shrieking at the boy on top of you.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed.

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

Embarrassment crept onto your face, pulling a smirk onto Donghyuck’s.

“W-what?”

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

With a nod, Donghyuck made haste removing your clothes before pressing himself into your heat, drawing a long moan from your lips as you were finally filled.

[applejongho]

ponytail gang!

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ a star called you | c.bg

ᯤ pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

ᯤ genre(s): social media au (semi sometimes), college au, band txt, slice of life, fluff, crack, maybe some angst?

ᯤ warning(s): language, gyu gets wasted in a chapter, mentions of food, chapter-specific warnings will be listed on said chapters.

ᯤ synopsis: yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

ᯤ release date: 28 June 2021 – 30 August 2021

ᯤ status: completed.

profiles || chapter 1: “SIMP” || chapter 2: “flowers” || chapter 3: “hope, cheerful thoughts & friendship” || chapter 4: “yogurt” || chapter 5: “agreeing with soobin” || chapter 6: “dear sputnik” || chapter 7: “tuesdays” || chapter 8: “i’m telling your mom” || chapter 9: “f2l” || chapter 10: “arthur, guinevere & lancelot” || chapter 11: “another contender” || chapter 12: “blowing my cover” || chapter 13: “technical difficulties” || chapter 14: “panicking” || chapter 15: “on your side” || chapter 16: “a thimble” || chapter 17: “drought” || chapter 18: “smoke” || chapter 19: “ynsplace” || chapter 20: “modern society” || chapter 21: “phase zero” || chapter 22: “my love” || chapter 23: “lover boy” || chapter 24: “mourning clothes” || chapter 25: “karen” || chapter 26: “kimb187” || chapter 27: “technicalities” || chapter 28: “mayday” || chapter 29: “sour” || chapter 30: “otp” || chapter 31: “rock-a-bye beomgyu” || chapter 32: “trust” || chapter 33: “plushies” || chapter 34: “twinks” || chapter 35: “steve” || chapter 36: ghosting || chapter 37: “air supply” || chapter 38: “robbed” || chapter 39: “asanoya” || chapter 40: “lover not a fighter” || chapter 41: “party pooper” || chapter 42: “big brain era” || chapter 43: “a bad tamale” || chapter 44: “boomer” || chapter 45: “hocus pocus” || chapter 46: “snack cupboard” || chapter 47: “not daijoubu” || chapter 48: “soulmates” || chapter 49: “angel313” — bonus !! || chapter 50: “a star called you” [end]

a moodboard for yn & gyu from @yoonzinoswife 🥺

when subin and yn go costume shopping by @yoonzinoswife

[binxyu]

Chan found a less than appropriate video of you online and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that camera. Not that it took long for him to find out…

>>Pairing: Christopher Bang (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!chan x camgirl!reader

>>Word Count: 6.1k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Begging, corruption, creampie, crying, filmed pornography, fingering, hands, light dumblification, manhandling, mentions of choking, mentions of food, mentions of oral, praise, scratching, unprotected sex

Chan just knew it was you.

It was hard to just ignore the natural instinct that it was, but, even then, everything about that video was familiar. That was your hair cascading down the woman’s shoulders and your thighs spread open in front of the camera. He recognized the plaid skirt he was always beyond astonished by hunched up around your waist. It had lost its function and did practically nothing to cover the lace panties underneath. 

His mouth watered at the sight between your thigh-high sock covered thighs. Your wetness left little to the imagination as to what was hidden beneath the lace, soaking through the fabric and making it practically transparent. Your pussy looked so puffy and ready to be used. Chan had no doubt you had played with yourself prior and he wished he could have been the one to see it. To tell you what to do. 

Honestly, you were just down the hall and he could do that if he truly wanted to. Make you play with yourself again until you are squirming and begging to cum, maybe even some tears spilling down your cheeks in frustration. But, he also couldn’t do that. Not if he didn’t want to potentially ruin the friendship between both of you. You trusted him to live with you and he wouldn’t ruin that. Not without a particularly strong - almost painful - shove. 

So, instead, Chan sat on his bed, hand wrapped around his engorged erection in a weak attempt to control his urges as if you weren’t waiting there for him doors away. He was originally just looking for normal Twitter porn, scrolling endlessly until he found someone that looked remotely like you and imagined himself as the man fucking you. It was easier said than done simply because he had imagined making you feel good for so long that he knew that person wasn’t you. You wouldn’t sound like that. Your breasts didn’t look like that. Nothing about them was you.

But, this was you. Your gorgeous breasts waiting to be bit and sucked on as he held them with his big hands, feeling the weight of them. Your thighs waiting to be pinned down as he thrust himself inside of you. And your hands that could run through his hair as pleasure filled you up (or his cum). 

Chan snapped himself out of his intrusive thoughts, looking down to realize he was pumping himself so fast mid-trance that he had already came. His white seed covered his fist and his boxers that sat around his thighs. Chan groaned in frustration before his focus snapped back to the screen when he heard what he considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. Your moan.

Apparently, he had been so long in his imagination that you had time to slip your panties to the side and slide two fingers into yourself. You were pumping them steadily as your other hand was busy working slow circles on your clit. Despite the lack of likelihood he’d use it, Chan made sure to remember that. Remember the pace you liked. Fast pumps but slow circles. Fast but slow. Rough but love-making. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!”, your back arched against the familiar black bed sheets on your bed. Chan found himself disregarding his own body and brought his hand back to his hardening - but still recovering - cock, stroking it up and down slowly. He wanted to cum with you, imagine filling you up instead of your small fingers. Imagine that you were begging him for permission rather than all of your followers watching that very same livestream. It was obvious your pleas were meant for the commenters based on the way you bucked your hips towards the camera in front of you. He could only imagine your eyes were trained on a computer behind it, reading all the comments flooding in.

Chan couldn’t stop himself before he was typing with his free hand. He typed ‘No, edge yourself for us. Then you can cum’. He didn’t actually expect his comment to be the one among many to stand out to you but apparently it did because your eyes lit up with something he had never seen. Something devilish within those typically angelic eyes. Maybe he stood out because he had donated so much money along with the request or maybe it was exactly the order you were looking for. 

Slowly you stopped your movements, whining desperately as your orgasm washed away as if it was never there to begin with. Chan stopped his own movements too, wanting to experience it all with you. Your clit was throbbing on the screen, obviously irritated that you had worked it so much just to not release. He watched as your chest rose up and down, trying to soothe your harsh breaths after you edged yourself. You just looked so pretty. So perfect.

Finally, your fingers dipped back into yourself. It was three this time and you scissor yourself open, giving Chan a clear view of your cunt. All he could do was imagine it was him there in place of your fingers as he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the cum from his previous orgasm lubricating the action. 

“Fuck, want to cum. Really want to cum”, you started moving your fingers faster and Chan realized he had never seen you like this. Desperate. Typically, he was the desperate one. Even if it was just asking you for help when it came to cooking or a specific task from work. You were beyond independent and found a way to do practically any task alone, but, with this, you wanted to be praised and watched. Want to know you’re doing well.

So, Chan answered. ‘Good girl, you can cum now. You’ve done so well’. As soon as it was sent in, your body started shaking. Your poor little body just couldn’t take the edging anymore and apparently his permission was all you needed because your fingers were soaked before Chan could even blink. His own orgasm joined yours, spilling over his hand and onto the bed sheets. 

Even with his hips bucking wildly into his hands, he just couldn’t stop as he watched your fingers come back out of you. They were glistening in the light with your juices. Now all Chan wanted was to suck on them, tasting you in the most lustful way. He betted that you tasted more delicious than anything he had had before. 

If only he could be in front of that camera too. He’d eat you out until you were crying and begging for him to let you cum. He’d let everyone know who you really belonged to as they watched you moan and plead beneath him. 

Chan’s hand stopped moving as an idea popped in his head. He was now staring at a blank screen since you had ended the video and thoughts of joining you one day was all he could think. Well, until he realized just what camera you were using. 

It was his camera. The one he recorded lives on or took with him for photography purposes. He had been wondering why it kept disappearing around the same time everyday. Originally, he had just thought you took it for photos of yourself (you had always had a knack for taking amazing photographs of yourself to post) for your social media. But, apparently, the reality was much more scandalous. 

Chan knew that it was his camera. It was the same level of quality and the volume of your voice was the same as his own in his videos. He just guessed that you definitely deleted the footage before you returned it to him since he had never seen them before now.

“Chan! I have your camera and I was wondering if you’ve seen my laptop?”, you softly knocked on his door and Chan’s head jerked to look at it, panic seeping in when he returned his gaze to his lower half. He was covered in his own sin and your laptop was sitting on his bed with your own porn video up. You were definitely not coming in yet.

“Hold on!”, he called back as he scrambled to get up, wincing when the bed screeched against the floor. He knew you were anything but stupid but, at this time, he hoped you were a little too dense to realize just why he couldn’t answer the door right away. Chan’s fluffy hair swayed back and forth in front of his eyes. Typically, he loved his longer hair but it was a nuisance at the time. It just needed to get out of his fucking way.

He grabbed a clean rag off of his bathroom counter and quickly wiped away the remnants of his session, the cloth becoming sticky in his grip. Rinsing it all off proved to be more difficult than he thought when all he could think about was how you were waiting for him on the other side of that door just minutes after you had filmed a video of you touching yourself. That he had watched. 

Chan pulled his boxers and gym shorts back up his legs and to his hips after he had wiped those off too, turning his waist around in different directions to inspect himself and make sure nothing was left over. Finally, he turned back to your laptop and cleared the history and tabs on it before shutting it down and closing it. As if nothing happened.

Chan had to laugh as he walked towards the door. You stole his camera to record your own masturbation session while he stole your laptop to watch said video. Apparently you two were more perverted than he had previously thought. Then again, it wasn’t exactly his fault that his computer had decided to stop working (probably due to similar searches that had brought him to you). 

“What’s so funny?”, you tilted your head cutely when Chan had finally opened his door and if he hadn’t just witnessed what he did then he would’ve continued being fooled by your innocent aura. You were just so kind and Chan knew you had never been in a relationship before. He wasn’t sure if it was because you just weren’t interested, liked being independent, or you were too busy for one. 

The thing is that it was none of those things. Chan didn’t know that at the time but the reason you turned down so many men was because they could never live up to the person you truly wanted.

The person that lived just down the hall from you.

“Oh nothing. Jisung just texted me a really funny joke”, Chan shrugged and looked you up and down before he could stop himself. It wasn’t new for you two to share clothes since you were so close but something about seeing you in basically only his shirt after what you just did set a fire within his stomach. A fire that just couldn’t be extinguished no matter the relationship you two seemed to have. 

“What was it? He really does have the funniest jokes”, you grinned as you handed the camera back to him. The small device felt oddly heavy in his hands. He could feel the weight of what it now symbolized to him. The devil inside of your angel. The hidden side of you.

Chan looked back up at you and realized he didn’t actually have a joke on the spot to tell you. He simply turned around and put the camera on his bedsheets before he grabbed your laptop and handed it to you. You hugged it to your chest as you patiently waited for his answer, your body rocking side to side on your feet. 

“You’ll have to ask him. It just isn’t as funny when I say them”, Chan chuckled with a shrug. He was looking for any escape but there was none. He’d have to get past you and that would seem rude.

“Ah, alright. Are you going to the studio tonight?”, you finally moved back and turned to go into the living room. Chan let out probably the longest sigh of relief ever and followed behind you, happy to have a little room to think things over. You were just so intoxicating that thinking wasn’t really his strong suit around you.

“Yeah, I need to work on the last song for the album”, he nodded, sitting on the opposite couch as you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never sat that far from you. If anything, he was always smothering you with his head in your lap. He just loved the feeling of your hands going through his hair.

“Well, remember what I told you. Get back home early and get enough sleep. Oh, and I’ll pack you some food real quick”, there were many layers when it came to your personality. The layer that Chan saw the most. An almost motherly layer that took good care of him and any other people you cared for. Of course, there were other layers that were slowly showing. The teasing layer that made fun of him when he was stupid and called him out on his problems. The creative layer that helped him finish his songs and is able to figure out a solution to any issue that seems to come up. And, the most recent revelation, the devilish layer that didn’t care what others thought as long as you felt good. The layer that allowed for you to fulfill your wishes rather than focus on the wishes of others.

He liked that layer.

“Actually, want to come with me? I’m having a little trouble finishing this song”, Chan finally worked up the courage to ask after a small internal battle. He had a lot of those battles and it was slowly eating him alive. He wanted to be able to be with you without thinking about the possibility of going too far. 

“Sure! I’ll bring my laptop so I can work too while I help”, you grabbed some of the leftovers from the fridge and stuffed it into a lunchbox for him along with an ice pack. It was no secret that Chan wasn’t very good at house chores. So, you took care of most of those and he would take care of most of the rent. It wasn’t that you didn’t work. You were probably one of the most hardworking people Chan had ever met. He just didn’t see it fair for you to do all of that work and still have to pay for half of the rent. 

“Thank you”, Chan gently took the lunchbox and leaned forward before he could stop himself, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead like he always did. It was his way of showing thanks and love to you and your heart would always flutter painfully in your chest when he did it. It just felt so nice and comforting. 

“You're welcome. Ready to go?”, he put his finger up as a silent gesture to wait, walking back to his bedroom to grab that camera. He walked back out and you weren’t there. Your bedroom door was closed so he just assumed you were changing and he knew you would just assume that the camera would be for a live. 

But that’s not exactly what he had in mind.

The only sound in the studio was the typing from both of the computers. Every now and then, Chan would let you listen to what he had so far through the headphones. You’d tap your foot to the beat or make a brief suggestion to better it before you went to sit down and work again. 

You were still going through college courses as well as working as a product tester. It was actually a pretty interesting job and it did provide you with amazing problem-solving skills. There was always something that could be approved upon with products and, in a little more of a complex way, humans were just breathing products. Breathing issues.

But Chan’s issues weren’t really outside related. They were within him. In his rapidly beating heart, his memory, and his own personal butterflies massacring his stomach. 

They were within his love for you. 

“Song check, please”, he turned around in his chair, holding out the headphones to you. You looked up and nodded, getting up with no hesitation. If he wasn’t such a coward, Chan would just grab your hips and have you work on his lap. 

But, he just watched as you put those headphones on and started the song again, listening through carefully. In reality, Chan took these moments to watch you. To watch as your eyes lit up when you found a particular part you liked or how your hips swayed along with the rhythm. He found himself remembering that people fell in love. It wasn’t simply a feeling. It was a place.

You were his place. His home. 

“I love it. Everything is perfect. Do you have ideas for the lyrics?”, you hovered the headphones over his head and carefully placed them above his ears again. His hair looked like it wanted to fight against the restraint of them and it was wildly adorable to you. 

“I actually think I do. But, that’s a secret”, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his songs was about you. About those layers he loved. Whenever he looked at you, his mind ran wild with lyrics about just how much he adored you. About how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you.

“Professional as always, I see”, you joked, playfully ruffling his hair as if he was one of those dogs you petted at the park. Chan realized that maybe his favorite thing about you was that you didn’t try to burn out his flame of madness. You fed it. You blew on it and made it grow larger. You didn’t want him to be perfect or “normal”. You wanted him as he was. And he wanted you as you were.

You two fed each others’ flames. Maybe they even join together at times to make a more powerful fire. 

The only issue with fire is that, while it can be beautiful, it can be dangerous. It could offer warmth and protection but it could also offer destruction and pain. Chan was just simply hovering his hand over that flame. Whether he stuck his hand in was up to him. Whether he wanted to get a chance at finding happiness or getting burned was up to him.

“It’s not for a professional reason”, Chan looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your waist, drawing circles on the skin underneath your shirt there. His hands were cold against your warm skin and you wanted to just melt into a puddle. 

“What is the reason then?”, Chan couldn’t answer that. He was getting dangerously close to that fire, about to taste the pain of burning. His heart was going to be set aflame and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. No extinguisher for his emotional trauma. 

So, instead, he moved one of his hands and grabbed your own, intertwining them. You watched as he moved your hands towards his chest, pressing your palm against his thin shirt over his heart. You could feel the once steady beat pound harder and faster against his skin. You could even feel your own heart beating faster to match his. Synchronizing with one another. Your heart sang out for his.  

“I don’t understand”, Chan chuckled weakly and took a deep breath. Slowly, you realized just what that song you had listened to meant. While it had no lyrics and was really just the base for something much more beautiful, the beat was slow and heart wrenching and then fast-paced and fun. The two sides of the coin of love. It can be painful and beautiful. The only issue was that it was obvious Chan had been losing that coin toss for a while. 

“Me too”, you whispered and Chan could almost hear the relief in your voice. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was losing that coin toss. Maybe you were hovering your hand over that flame longer than he had been. He’d never know.

“Can I?”, wait, there is something you have to tell him before you give in to the little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to smash your lips against his. He was waiting there for you, looking up at you with more warmth than you had ever seen before. So much admiration. 

“There’s something you should know. It’s not something I’m proud of but-”, Chan bursted out laughing and you just stood there, utterly confused. Did you look weird? Was there something on your face?

“That you’re a bit of a porn star? I know”, you had to stand there for a moment. You were honestly surprised that your mouth wasn’t hanging open in shock. How did he know? Did he fucking hear you? That’s so embarrassing-  

“I actually accidentally found your latest video”, Chan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the camera sitting there on his desk. You never could’ve expected Chan to be one to find time to watch those kinds of things. It had never even dawned on you that he could find you easily. Your videos weren’t much of a secret anymore even if your face was never in them.

“And you still like me? I felt like that was a turn off for men”, your best friend shook his head quickly, pulling you over to sit on his lap. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, being careful not to move and reveal that devilish layer itching beneath your skin. A layer that was only one movement away from ripping through and devouring you whole. 

Your videos were just a temporary solution to appease the most sinful parts of yourself. To stop yourself from doing things you may regret.

“If it was then you wouldn’t be making money, right? I actually find it really attractive. You look exquisite on video. Plus, it’s your body so do what you want with your body”, Chan’s veiny hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up in the process. If he looked down then he could see how your panties stuck to your cunt. Or, even better, you weren’t wearing any at all. 

“I’ve never actually filmed with a partner before. Although, you know that. I never brought anyone over”, you giggled softly, finding it strangely ironic that you made those types of videos with barely any experience at all. It was all just with you. You had never had a body pressed against your own and controlling you. Never had a Chan to help with your needs.

“Want to change that?”, Chan smirked, grabbing the camera and teasingly waving it in front of your face. You gulped, trying to swallow back down your desires. To try to think a logical thought. That the lighting wasn’t right or that your friendship was too valuable. But how could you think such things when the man you truly loved was sitting below you, ready to own you in the most primal way possible. 

“Yeah, I want to change that”, you nodded surely, the devil finally ripping through your skin. Chan could see it happening. Your eyes got darker, hips grinding down against his. It was obvious all you cared about at that moment was pleasure. And if Chan’s way of getting it was through recording the moment you two meet then you were willing to do it.

“Lift it up then, babygirl”, you understood what he meant as he got the camera ready, his big hands fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. You lifted up your skirt, revealing the soft white cotton panties underneath. It was obvious you had gone for comfortable clothes after your previous video but Chan could care less. He didn’t want them on much longer anyways. 

“Ready?”, you looked up to see the camera pointed down to between your legs and you nodded, leaning in to press your lips to Chan’s. His lips were so soft and plump, molding into yours perfectly. The kiss was like fire coursing through your veins and Chan didn’t help the feeling when he gripped the back of your hair possessively with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and all he wanted to do was push his hands underneath your shirt, feeling how hard your nipples got just from the contact his cold hands gave. Except, that would have to wait for another time. He just really needed you.

“Alright, it’s on now”, Chan pecked your lips before he turned the camera on, looking at the screen to make sure everything was in focus. It was and now all he wanted was to rip your panties off and film you as you rode him. The only issue with that is that you were a virgin and he wasn’t going to hurt you. You needed to be ready.

“Push them aside for me, okay?”, he gently instructed and you nodded, lifting your hips up to push your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He ran his free hand along your slit, collecting your wetness with his fingers. Once the camera was focused on your pussy, Chan pushed one finger in slowly, making sure you were ready for more. The stretch was more than your own finger and you had to move your knees a little further apart but it was nothing unbearable. 

“More, princess?”, Chan tilted his head, listening intently to the sounds of your cunt sucking in his fingers. He could only hope the camera would pick up on such a beautiful sound. 

“Yes, please”, you nodded quickly, placing your hands on Chan’s broad shoulders for leverage as he pushed two more fingers into you, curling them to reach that special spot inside of you. Then, he started moving the fingers back and forth quickly, ramming into that spot over and over again as sparks ran down your spine each time that spot got hit. Your fingers could only ever barely reach that spot, brushing up against it needily. Chan’s fingers seemed to be able to go past it because the tips of his fingers were having no problem finding that spot. 

“Right there! Just keep doing it right there”, you whimpered, your nails digging into the soft skin of your best friend’s shoulders. Chan was sure he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless around anyone anytime soon but he could care less. He was finally meeting the devil he had fallen in love with just as much as the angel. It felt so good to finally experience both and to know that his feelings were returned.

Chan would’ve loved to watch you come undone all over his fingers but, right now, he just wanted to watch you bounce on his cock like he’s sure you’ve been dreaming of. Now that he thinks about it, you must’ve imagined him doing all those things to you that you did on camera. Just as he did during his masturbation sessions. 

“Sorry, princess. I want you to cream on my cock instead”, he grinned and pulled his fingers out right before your release was about to snap. You whined loudly and gripped his wrist, trying to bring his fingers back to their rightful place. Chan just shushed you and pointed to his belt, a clear order for you to take it off since his hands were busy holding the camera. You nodded obediently and fumbled with his belt buckle, making him chuckle as he watched you struggle.

Eventually, you got it off (you had no clue why Chan had decided to go with the tightest it could go) and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing the absolutely mouth-watering sight of his hard cock. You knew he had big dick energy but damn. You should’ve seen it coming from when you would joke around about him having a small one and he’d just laugh. A short little chuckle to hide all that was hiding inside his jeans. 

“Go at your own speed. I know it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you”, Chan’s free hand gently kneaded the skin of your hip, reassuring you that he would never be upset that you took your time. If anything, he wanted this to last forever. He had nowhere to be except inside of you.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. The fact that your hand couldn’t fit all the way around the base made your mouth water. You had always imagined what it would be like for him to be buried deep inside of you but now you’d finally get to experience it. He was going to be much better than any dildo you’ve used. You could already tell that.

“Can I kiss you while I do it?”, Chan almost cooed at how cute you looked. You were hovering above his cock and it was rubbing itself between your folds as you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt amazing to have your own slick coating his dick but Chan held his attention on how your eyes sparkled, shining with the hope that you’d be able to kiss him again. Maybe he wasn’t alone when he imagined what it would be like to have your lips pressed together. Maybe that kiss felt as good to you as it did to him. 

“Of course, babygirl”, he nodded firmly, cupping your cheek before he softly pressed his lips back against your’s, offering a sense of safety as you finally began to sink down on him. The tip slightly burned as it pushed through your entrance, stretching it much further than any toy you had used prior. Still, it would’ve hurt much worse if you weren’t so wet for him. The juices lubed him up enough to get further inside of you and Chan almost came right then and there when he saw the bulge within your stomach on the camera screen. He’d have to get your gorgeous moans in one of his songs, the video on a disc for him to watch whenever he wanted, and a shirt of his for you to wear for your next one. There has to be a next one. 

“Feel good?”, Chan cooed, watching as your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head once your butt finally landed on his thighs. He was all the way inside of you and watching Chan’s big hand press down on his bulge fondly made you whimper, desperately grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. You were already shaking and Chan moved his hand to your hip, gripping the skin underneath your skirt to help you move, controlling your speed in a way that would help him find what would make you let go of all of your sanity. That would make you think of just his cock and how good it was making you feel. 

“Mhm! It feels really good. Keep going that speed, please”, hearing that sweet melody of naughty and nice was perfect. The innocence of your manners and begging mixed with the instructions that you knew made you feel good. Chan could do nothing but obey, keeping his pace steady as he thrusted up into you. Your nails were practically ruining his shoulders at this point but the sting only reminded him that he was making you feel that good.

Plus, he had to look up and watch once he heard the sniffling, steady tears falling down your cheeks from the feelings rushing through you. Chan could tell it wasn’t due to pain. You always tend to cry from overwhelming emotions. Apparently that involved pleasure as well.

“Want to cum, princess? Gonna cum all over my cock like I wanted?”, Chan’s eyelids fluttered as he rested his head back against the chair, feeling his cock throb inside of you with the undenying need to fill you up and watch his cum spill down your thighs. You nodded quickly, moving your hands down to press against his chest. Chan could just tell you were barely holding onto reality, your hands your only way to stay sane as your pussy clenches around him.

Finally, the knot inside of you snapped apart and you came, leaking all over Chan’s cock and spilling out to stick to his thighs. Feeling you tighten up around him was enough for his own release to come and he started to spill himself inside of you, coating your walls in warm white. 

He watched with heavy breaths as sweat rolled down your thighs along with the mixture of cum, creating a beautifully nasty waterfall. Chan pecked your lips before he stopped filming, placing the camera on the desk once again. Both of his hands rubbed the skin of your sore thighs in slow circles, almost drawing on them as if he were lost in thought.

“You okay?”, he looked up at you, noticing how you had a small lopsided grin on your face. He was confused until you started giggling, your head falling forward to the point that your forehead rested against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but override his confusion with his own chuckling, lighthearted sounds that cut through the tension like a freshly sharpened knife. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Although, I never thought I’d be doing this today”, you smiled, sitting up to softly kiss Chan’s forehead, a silent thanks for his concern. He almost melted from the feeling of your soft lips and your arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. 

“Neither did I but I don’t regret it at all. Let’s get you laid down and you can rest. I’ll go get us some food if that’s okay?”, he spoke softly, his chest vibrating from his voice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Chan’s hands cupped securely under your thighs to get up, walking you over to the couch you were previously sitting on. He cautiously laid you down and made sure you were comfortable before he draped his hoodie over you.

“That’s okay. Just come back quickly”, you nodded and Chan nodded back, pecking your lips before he was making his way out the door, closing it behind him. You were left alone to think about what just happened. If you regretted letting go like that. If you regretted letting him film you like that.

You didn’t. You felt safe more than anything.

Maybe it was the comforting smell of his hoodie around you or the way he checked up on you but something about Chan made you know he would never hurt you or break your trust. Your trust was his everything. He made that clear just through your friendship. 

Your eyes shut before you could stop them, relaxing your sore muscles against the firm furniture. Chan would always come back to you and that realization helped you fall asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been out but when you woke up from the sound of rustling, your vision cleared up to see a vase of flowers and a plan B box sitting beside you on the coffee table, making you chuckle under your breath. 

“Takeout?”, you sat up and looked over at that same computer chair to see Chan sitting with a takeout box on his lap. His warm smile lit up the room and it seemed infectious, making energy spike through your body as you got up to get your food. 

“Takeout”, you nodded, taking the box away from him before you started walking towards the couch again. Chan shook his head with a grin, watching how your cute hips swayed as you walked. Then, his gaze wandered upwards, a thoughtful hum filling the air once his eyes were on your neck.

“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, tilting your head as he hummed again once you had turned back around. You took a bite of your food as you waited for his answer, stuffing your cheeks with the delicious fast food.

“Nothing much. Just how pretty my hands would look around your throat”, and you spit out your food. 

[woniepop]

— clingy when jealous with enhypen!

pairing — boyfriend! enhypen x gn! reader

warnings — jealousy

genre — fluff

taglist: @en-txt-abode @youreverydayzebra

⌗ lee heeseung got confessions all the time, but something about today’s confession just seemed to tick you off. as soon as he was done with his conversation, you wrap your arms around his body and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. he frowned. “what’s wrong, beautiful?” he says, cupping your face with his hand. “haha, no need to be jealous. you’re the one i love. let’s go home, yeah?”

⌗ jay park closed his eyes as you peppered kisses all over his face. his arm snakes around your waist as he leans in closer, asking for more. “what’s this for, angel?” he says. “for the waitress that was flirting with you earlier today” you reply as his heart skips a beat after you place your last kiss on his lips.

⌗ jake sim spent too much time with sunghoon. with a big smile on his face, he opens the door to your home. “catch me!” you scream as you sprint towards him “I MISSED YOU!” you say. “BABY! I MISSED YOU TOO” he says as he catches you effortlessly. you nuzzle your face into his neck. “i hate sunghoon. give me some attention too.” you whine, causing him to chuckle. “okay, baby. no more sunghoon.”

⌗ park sunghoon watches you frown as you hide your face into his chest. “what’s wrong, baby?” he says. he brings your hands up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss before running his fingers through your hair. his hand comes to your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. “would my hoodie and cuddles make you feel better?”

⌗ kim sunoo caught you staring at him. “you alright, angel?” he asks. “yeah, but can we go home, please” you reply. he pouts, snaking his arms around your waist and rubbing your back. “of course, what’s wrong?” “i just wanna cuddle.” you say. he closes his eyes as he smiles and reaches down to lace your fingers with his. he squeezes your hand gently and places a quick kiss on your lips.

⌗ yang jungwon wondered why you were acting grumpy all morning. approaching you on the couch, he cups your face with both of his hands and pouts. “why are you upset, love” he asks as you bring your hands up to hold his. “you spent too much time with those girls.” he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes. “baby, i told them i was with you already.”

⌗ nishimura riki closes his eyes as you run your hand through his hair. he could’ve fallen asleep right then and there to the sound of your voice as you talked about your bad day. “well I’m here now, and you’re the only one for me” he says as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. he sighs as his breathing softens, drifting off to sleep as your fingers scratched his scalp.

[mangomingki-archive]

mingi ♪ 200814 inception

[boba-beom]

❥ ҉ kiss me more | c.yj

✧ pairing: Yeonjun x reader

✧ genre: fluff, suggestive | oneshot

✧ warning(s): established relationship, graphic kissing, making out, some heavy petting, marking

✧ word count: 1.1k

✧ sequel of: just friends?

✧ note: inspired by kiss me more - Doja Cat and SZA 💓🥰

The warmth of his arms wrapped around you was something you knew you could get used to. Ever since you and Yeonjun established your relationship that day at the park, he has been the clingiest but also the most loving boyfriend since. You found it adorable.

It was another one of those lazy days on the sofa watching anything that came on tv, leaning on your side, you had your back flush against his chest and legs stretched out while his chin rested on the top of your head. Being the small spoon in your newly bloomed relationship was something you had grown accustomed to, and you weren’t complaining — other than the fact that Yeonjun’s fingers wouldn’t stay still. One minute you could feel them affectionately caressing your arm, the next minute you could feel them lightly wiggling against the skin of your waist.

“Yeonjun stop- Ah! You know I’m ticklish.” Your attempt to pout at him failed miserably when the laugh at the back of your throat slipped out.

Thinking of a way to distract you, he leaned closer to your face to attack you with his plush lips pecking across your delicate skin on your cheek, trailing to your neck. You never knew you’d crave his touch as much as you did now, almost like every graze left a trail of heat. However, he made an attempt to join your lips before he found another spot around the dip in your neck.

“Mmh, Yeonjun.” He responded with a playful grumble. “Kiss me more.”

“Say no more, Princess.”

Slowly but surely, he managed to capture your lips, leisurely moving against each other as if you had all the time in the world—for the both of you, you didn’t want it any other way. He tasted sweet, almost like sugar scattered across your tongue. It was almost addictive, activating your sweet tooth, already knowing you’ll never get tired of his flavour lingering on your taste buds. 

It has only been a week and a few days since you both came up with a conclusion for your relationship status. But nonetheless, you weren’t going to take anything for granted, and from the way you were both latching onto each other, there was no way you’d be letting go of each other for a long time. The dancing of your lips stopped once you felt your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, every so slightly nibbling on it. Your eyes darted down to see your cherry gloss lightly smudged against his own, it was quite pretty you must admit.

A low giggle erupted from Yeonjun’s throat as he caught you off guard, hands back against your waist to tickle the area, but you just wanted more of him. Stretching your arms over his shoulders, you pulled him closer until he was laying flush on top of you, kisses heavy and his fingers now gripping a strong hold on your skin under your shirt.

He let you catch your breath, in the meantime his open kisses travelled from your cheeks, taking his sweet time along your jawline before he halted his actions, his breath fanning against the skin of your neck. A small sigh escaped from your mouth, almost annoyed, making Yeonjun chuckle from your restlessness.

Pulling away he looked at you, a smug expression appearing on his face, “Sorry to keep you waiting, I noticed this is your weak spot, huh?” 

His signature smirk crawled onto his face before leaning into the crook of your neck, alternating between the soft kisses and the small bites. His lips found home just under your ear, sucking harshly until he was satisfied with the mark left against your skin. You knew that once he laid one love bite on you you’d be expecting more marks, essentially imprinting his name into your skin. Hues of blues and deep purples scattered from the side to the base of your neck, shifting to gentle kisses onto your shoulders. 

One of his hands skimmed from your waist to your hip, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb over your sweatpants. His other hand travelled further down, resting on your ass and massaging in a few squeezes. Another bite along the junction of your neck and collar with the gentle motion was enough to lure an airy moan from you, only making you reach up and curl your fingers into his pink locks.

A couple lewd noises slipped from your pretty lips from the way his body rocked on top of yours, feeling something against your core that was new to you... well, from him anyway. “Yeonjun,” your chest heaved, catching your breath from the way he had been attacking your neck. “I feel-”

“Shhh, just kisses for now, baby. That’s for next time.” He shot a wink your way, fully knowing the heat from your cheeks were rising more than it already was. You thought it was quite considerate of Yeonjun, admiring the way he didn’t want to rush things, especially in this new relationship. He wanted to take his time with you, though he was making you feel some type of way.

“But Yeonjun-”

“Cutie, next time. I promise. I just want to hold you close for now, kiss me a little more.” His voice was low, gentle and you appreciated that so much.

“I love you.”

Stopping in his tracks to lay more kisses across your neck, he looked at you with doe eyes and his pouty lips. It wasn’t the first time you’ve said those words to him, though previously it was just you throwing around the phrase carelessly. This time it was genuine. You adored him with your whole being, already admiring how he looks after you in the simplest of ways. Still no response from your pink-haired boyfriend, cocking your head to the side you raised a brow.

“I love you so much.” He answered, reaching to cup your cheek in the palm of his hand, his fingertips playing in your hair. He laid a long but gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away, “I always have.”

You felt like your heart could combust at any given second, swelling from his simple but affective words. Pulling your slightly swollen lips into a pout, Yeonjun’s eyes focused on them, observing how your lips were faintly red and your gloss smudged out of place. That triggered something in him, watching his smirk return as he bit down on his bottom lip to make an effort to keep his grin to a minimum.

Your eyes followed his figure as he brought himself off of you and onto his feet. He picked you up by the waist, carrying you over his shoulder, emitting uncontrollable giggles from you, “To the bedroom we go!”

© boba-beom

[enhyupn]

txt reacting to you kissing them randomly ʚɞ

ot5!txt x gn!reader

fluff, no warnings, grammatical errors, word count: 455, established relationship, non-idol au, a/n hi 😆 this is my first txt reactions how funny, tagging: @frozen-yogurt14 @kiyokoism

ᜊ yeonjun

would act so cocky

asks for you to do it again because he couldn’t remember what happened (he’s lying btw)

he jokes around with you and has the biggest smile on his face as he tried to get you to do it again </3

holds onto your hand to give it more affect

he makes you more embarrassed than you tried to make him 😞

when you give in he has a smirk on his face and surprises YOU by kissing you again

ᜊ soobin

would get SOOOOOOO giggly

like he’ll be like “what are you doing?” and his heart would be beating so fast

since it was so unexpected he would also just stare at you in shock

hold a big grin as he stared at you too ☹️☹️

he pulls you closer to him to give you a hug and digs his face into the crook of your neck </3

indirectly tells you to do it again soon by drawing circles with his finger on your hand (while pouting at the same time!!!!!! u just can’t say no)

ᜊ beomgyu

when he feels you pull away he’ll let out the Biggest chuckle ever oh my god

brings you into a hug just thinking abt you kissing him

pats your head as a Thank you

has that big :] smile he has while he stares at you in admiration

he’s secretly so happy you kissed him because He wanted to ask you for a kiss but didn’t wanna say it out-loud

thinks about it for time to time days after that

ᜊ taehyun

the second you steal the kiss from him he’s already decided he’s gonna do the same thing to you

stays quiet for a second and doesn’t give you a reaction which makes you ???? at first

a Playful grin forms on his face which makes you more confused

then he quickly pecks your lips as quick as he could to make You flustered

and it worked </3

with heated up cheeks you nag at him for stealing your idea

doesn’t listen to you because he’s going for his third kiss 😇😇

ᜊ huening kai

literally Cackle screams when he realised what you did from the shock of it

he thinks you aren’t brave enough to do things like that So he is in pure shock

dramatically touches his lips softly in such a cliché way as he stared at u with wide eyes

you know he’s jokingly playing with you so you lightly push him away from you laughing

asks you if that was really your idea to kiss him suddenly

your answer to his question is another surprise kiss 😧😧

gaining him rosy cheeks and a small smile

[deobienthusiast]

not so bad | l.hs

• pairing: rich kid!lee heeseung (enhypen) x gn!reader ft. the rest of enhypen, mentions of jake x reader

• word count: 3.1k words

• genre: fluff, angst, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers!au

• rating: PG

• warnings: use of some bad words, heeseung is kind of an asshole, alcohol, suggestive

• notes: this is apart of @chicksung birthday collab call! Happy (late) birthday Sophie!!!! This will be my first collab call I am apart of, and my first time writing for Enhypen! Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

• synopsis: For as long as you could remember, you hated Lee Heeseung. After getting advice on how to clean something, you get a personal taste into the boy’s life. Then you realize, maybe he’s not as bad as he seems.

For as long as you could remember, you hated Lee Heeseung. You weren’t sure what it was. His cocky smile, his mischievous eyes, the uppity attitude he walked around with, or maybe it was the sense of entitlement he felt he allowed to brag about. Maybe, just maybe, it was his willingness to flash his unearned wealth that his parents brought in at any given moment.

Heeseung was your stereotypical rich jerk. The rich boy that wanted nothing to do with anyone in a lower class system than he considered himself to be in. Unluckily for him, all the money in the world can’t buy him a damn personality.

You remember when you moved to Seoul and first met him. He holds this sense of innocence to him, making anyone and everyone believe that he’s sweet and kind. And boy, oh boy, did you definitely fall for it. Turns out, that is nothing like the Heeseung you know now. When you first met, he introduced himself, very kindly. A large hand attached to a rather long arm stretched out in front of your eyesight, waiting to be shook in a form of interaction.

As you took it, you heard the personal aide that was bringing you around the school explaining who you were to Heeseung. That’s when you noticed the change. Just as quickly as he looked innocent, he became an absolute devil. Assigned to show you the rest of the way around school, you were forced to partake in the relentless, snarky comments Heeseung made. Digs at the so-called “low class jobs” your parents had, and the obvious fact that you had to do your own laundry because your family couldn’t afford anyone to do it. Turns out, that personal aide who introduced Heeseung as the star student that ‘got along with everyone’ didn’t know their students too well.

From that day forth, you avoided Heeseung like the plague. Only interacting with him if you absolutely had to. You managed to get lucky from Freshman to Junior year. Your schedule only letting you see Heeseung once a day for a class that was only thirty minutes long. As ecstatic as you had been. It didn’t last long. Senior year came with a new schedule that had you inwardly cringing.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You said out loud. On the table in front of you lay none other than Lee Heeseung’s schedule.

Being curious, with your own in hand, you took the time to compare, only to realize that you had almost every single class except two with the devil’s spawn himself.

Turning towards your friend Jay, he looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

Shoving the schedule in his face, you ripped Heeseung’s off the table to do the same thing with his. “I have six fucking classes with this kid.”

Jay couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh come on. Heeseung isn’t that bad.”

That was easy for Jay to say. You had managed to score him and a few others as friends who happened to be in the same, we’ll say, “weight class” as Heeseung. Despite Heeseung’s repeated attempts to tarnish your relationships with your friends, they stuck with you. Heeseung was that perfect little angel to Jay, and of course when Jay was around you, he was a perfect little angel to you.

“That’s because you're rich like he is, Jay. So is Riki, Sunoo, and Sunghoon. That’s why he likes you guys.” You reasoned, laying the schedule back on the table without looking.

Jay could only swing his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you through the mess of students learning their locker combinations and meeting their new teachers, before you ran into the rest of your friend group.

“You’ll never believe who scored the last available seat in Mr. Jeon’s math class?” Riki said excitedly.

His smile made you and Jay laugh as Sunghoon shook his head. “It’s only because your parents begged for you to be put in a class where you could work well with the teacher.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sunghoon. Mr. Jeon was the youngest teacher in the school and held close relationships with his students. Unlike most teachers, he actually cared for his students and worked tirelessly to help each and every one. It makes sense that there was a barrage of students fighting for spots in his class.

“He also picked the kids with the best scores on last year’s tests. You just happen to get lucky and score better than I did.” Sunoo popped his head around Sunghoon’s tall stature to put his two cents in.

He laid a hand out in front of you in a silent attempt to ask for your schedule as you handed it to him. “Word on the street is that you have to babysit Heeseung for six classes.”

“Very funny Sunoo.” You countered.

He could only smile, being the only one of your friends who shared in your distaste in Heeseung.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have all eight.” Sunoo said.

Your face lit up as Sunoo smiled. Squealing in excitement, you hugged the boy.

“We have six classes together! Thank the lord, I’m not alone with that wretch.” You exclaimed as Sunoo gave you a smile.

“As if I’d ever.” Sunoo told you before someone interrupted.

“As if you’d ever what?” You all heard.

The voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you scowled.

“Heeseung, what’s up man?” Jay greeted the boy as you turned to look at him.

His hair was longer than last year. The greenish-blue strands contrasting with the color of his dark eyes. He wore a cocky smile as he looked over everyone’s face, letting his eyes linger slightly on you. You greeted him with a roll of your eyes and didn’t miss the quiet scoff that escaped his lips. Sunoo could only watch as Heeseung took it upon himself to reach for Jay’s schedule.

“Damn. Not a single class this year. I don’t have any with Jungwon or Jake either.” Heeseung commented, comparing his schedule with Jay’s before reaching for Sunghoon’s, then Riki’s.

Both boys let him take their schedules as you shook your head, biting your lip to keep from saying anything.

“Sunghoon and I have English with Jungwon and Physics with Jake. Jay doesn’t have any classes with any of us.” Riki said, mentioning all of you as he pulled his schedule out of the older boys hands.

“We have classes with you.” Sunoo spoke, making everyone freeze.

Heeseung’s dark chocolate eyes scanned the group before landing on you and Sunoo. Heeseung was aware that Sunoo wasn’t fond of him just like you were. Obviously, you had every reason not to be, but he had never really talked to Sunoo.

Heeseung nodded at his words, letting his tongue dip out of his mouth slightly to run across the bottom of his top row of teeth.

“Do we now?” Heeseung asked, reaching for your schedule.

You jerked your hand back, making the boy give you a sinister smile. He moved his hand back slightly, catching you off guard enough to whip his hand back towards you and rip your schedule out of his hands.

“Damn it, Heeseung! Give it back.” You scolded.

Heeseung could only chuckle as he looked over your classes. He was quick enough to memorize the schedule before you could rip the paper from him. Heeseung stood frozen for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows before letting out a breath.

“So, is everyone going to Jake’s party tonight?” Heeseung asked.

“Jake is having a party?” Jay replied. “Since when does goody-two-shoes Jake party?”

You laughed. “Since all of this summer. Where have you been? Jake has long since come out of his shell.”

The crowd around you chuckled, as you were easily able to make out Heeseung’s laugh amongst the group which you hated yourself for.

Riki spoke up, throwing an arm around your and Sunghoon’s shoulders. “We will all be there. I promise. Jake’s parties during the summer were legit! I don’t know why he put on that innocent front, he clearly knows how to throw ragers.”

You shook your head at your young friend as Heeseung spoke. “Well, I’ll see you guys there. I got something to show off anyway. My mom got me a new car for an early senior present.”

Letting yourself scoff, you peeled away from the group, wanting to get as far away from Heeseung as possible. Sunoo followed suit when he heard Heeseung open his mouth again about his new car.

“He is most insufferable.” Sunoo said as he followed you to your locker.

You could only nod him in agreement as you looked at the boy. “Are you going to Jake’s party tonight?”

Sunoo straightened slightly at your question. “I’m not sure, why?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I want to go, but it’s just.”

“You’re afraid to run into Heeseung by yourself?” Sunoo finished.

You nodded. “Jake really wants me to go, though.”

Sunoo snorted. “You and Jake, huh?”

You closed your locker as you let Sunoo walk you to class, not noticing the boy watching the two of you.

“What should I wear?” You asked Sunoo as he was sprawled out across your freshly made bed.

“Perhaps clothes,” You heard from your phone as you scoffed.

A four-way call being made between you, Jay, Sunghoon, and Riki as Sunoo could only listen from your bed.

“Good one Riki. Like I’ve never heard that one before.” You said rather loudly for him to hear.

“It’s a party. Just dress casually.” Sunghoon said.

“No can do. Jake might make a move tonight.” You and Sunoo looked at each other as he started to laugh.

“Jay, you know about the whole Jake situation?” Sunoo asked.

All three boys on the other lines chuckled. “Everyone does. He’s told everyone.”

This made you frown. Sunoo quickly said goodbye as he hung up your phone.

“We don’t have to go.” Sunoo said.

He could sense your apprehensiveness from your bed after Jay’s comment.

“I can’t believe he told everyone.” You said to yourself.

Sunoo frowned. “Maybe he’s been spending too much time with Heeseung. We should go just to show him what he’s going to be missing since he likes to kiss and tell.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your face as you continued to get dressed. When finished, Sunoo drove the both of you to the large house where the party was being hosted.

The house was definitely one you didn’t recognize until you saw the name on the mailbox. Lee. You let out a loud groan. He really got you.

“This isn’t Jake’s party.” You said quietly, as Sunoo parked on the lawn.

“What?”

You pointed at the mailbox making Sunoo throw his head back. “You have got to be kidding me.”

You turned towards the large three story house. There were probably more bedrooms and bathrooms than his family really needed. You both walked into the house, the whole bottom floor covered with bodies that were either doing keg stands, playing drinking games, making out, or grinding in the middle of the room. The entrance was quite enamouring. The glass double doors opened to a large grand staircase. The whole house was open, a family room and large kitchen on one side and a game room and living area on another. The multiple bedrooms on the top two floors.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time, though you had to admit you felt extremely out of place. Everyone was wearing extravagant outfits littered in glitter and gold. Short cocktail dresses and skirts and button downs with khakis were all you could see.

“If this doesn’t scream, prep school party.” You said over the music, making Sunoo snort.

“Sunoo, you made it.” You both heard Heeseung say as he shoved a drink into his hand. “Ah, and you brought a friend.”

He looked over your clothes before looking back at you with a raised brow. “Nice outfit.”

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him as he gave you a drink. You looked back at him.

“Not interested.” You said, handing him the drink.

Heeseung didn’t take it, rather he wrapped his larger hand around yours, pushing it back towards you as he took a step towards you, making your eyes widen.

He smirked slightly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. You looked at Sunoo for help, only to find him pulled off by some girl.

Heeseung brought his free hand to the top of your waist as he spoke. “Stop being so damn uptight. It’s a party. Not everyone here is as rich as I am.”

His comment made you narrow your eyes, finding the courage to push him away from you. He stumbled slightly as you gave him the middle finger. Heeseung could only smile as you walked in the opposite direction.

Making your way through the large house proved to be difficult with people stopping you every so often in search of your friends. You finally managed to make your way to the kitchen, swirling the drink Heeseung gave you around in the red solo cup before someone bumps into you. The liquid splatters across the marble floor and countertops along with your white shirt. Jake makes his way to your peripheral vision as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry. I was actually just looking for you.” He had a large grin on his face as he covered his mouth, stifling his laugh.

“You think this is funny?” You asked incredulously.

The people surrounding you and Jake laughed as you felt your face grow hot. You felt yourself start to get embarrassed. This wasn’t the same Jake you got to know over the summer, that’s for sure.

“Everything okay here?” You heard someone ask before pushing past the last person you even wanted to see.

Heeseung watched you rush up the stairs of his house as he looked back at Jake who was now stumbling through the crowd. He watched him make his way towards his friend Jungwon, the younger male catching Jake by his waist to hold him steady as Heeseung headed for the stairs. He silently made his way upstairs, greeting people that stopped him before walking to the end of the hallway. The only room that had its door closed was Heeseung’s and considering everyone else was occupying every other room, he optioned on checking his.

The door opened quietly, letting Heeseung enter without being heard. The sink in his bathroom was running as he heard some sniffling. Heeseung brought himself around the corner as he watched you rub at your shirt.

“Such an asshole,” Heeseung heard you mumble before he spoke, making you jump.

“Club soda and vinegar. It’ll come right out.” He says.

Your head ripped towards his direction as he watched you. His dark eyes glistened under the light shining from the bathroom.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You said, not putting much thought into listening to him.

Heeseung could only nod, going to turn around before stopping. “He’s really drunk by the way. I think Jungwon is taking him home. I wouldn’t hold it against him.”

You lifted your head, laying both hands on either side of the sink as you spoke. “It’s really none of your business, Heeseung. Don’t you have a party to host?”

The boy flinched slightly at your tone. Maybe he had taken the incandescent teasing too far.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Heeseung whispered.

Your eyes followed the silent chant to the door where Heeseung still stood in view.

You set the wet rag down in the sink as you took a step towards the boy. Leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, you spoke.

“Why are you suddenly so concerned about me? I thought you hated me?” You said softly.

Heeseung shrugged. “Things change. Besides, I don’t hate you. I just, we’ve met before. You don’t remember me, but I remember you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We were friends in kindergarten. You were my best friend. Then come first grade, Sunoo came along and you forgot all about me. Then you moved, but you only kept in touch with Sunoo. Your parents would travel back to visit and you only would see Sunoo. I guess because you just forgot about me, I thought to get even, I would make you feel how you made me feel.” Heeseung spoke.

“So you decided to get back at me for torturing me about my family’s social and wealth class?” You asked.

Heeseung grimaced. “Kind of a dick move right?”

His comment made you laugh, bringing a smile to his face. You let your eyes wander over his features and for the first time, you noticed just how handsome Heeseung actually was. His smile was one that was genuine as it brought warmth to your body. His long limbs carried him to the bed in the room as he sat. He looked up at you through his bluish fringe as he spoke.

“I’m sorry about Jake. When he gets drunk, he gets so stupid.” Heeseung told you.

There was something entrancing about the way he spoke as you shrugged, moving towards him. “It’s okay. He’s clearly not worthy of me. Right?”

Heeseung smiled as you stepped closer. Your legs were almost touching Heeseungs bended knees as you smiled to yourself.

“What?” Heeseung asked.

“Your Heeseung from Kindergarten? Dorky Heeseung that wore high water overalls and big thick rimmed glasses?” You asked him.

His cheeks dusted a light shade of pink as he stood, wrapping an arm around you.

“Please don’t bring that up. I still get crap about it from everyone. For some reason that’s the only outfit people remember.” Heeseung said.

You giggled. You remembered how much you liked Heeseung in Kindergarten. The both of you were inseparable. You do remember drifting away from him when you met Sunoo. Suddenly you felt bad. Heeseung’s forehead laid against yours as you both swayed back and forth in silence.

“What are you thinking about?” Heeseung asked.

“I’m sorry.” You said, making Heeseung lift his head.

“For what?”

“Everything. I just up and left you when Sunoo moved to town. You were my best friend. My whole little world revolved around you.” You told him with a chuckle.

Heeseung’s eyes flicked around your face as he spoke. “My whole world still revolves around you.”

You went to speak before Heeseung stopped you with a soft kiss. His lips molded into yours as he held you tightly.

You pulled back first with a shake of your head. “I didn’t expect to fall in love tonight.”

Heeseung smiled. “I’m not so bad for a rich boy, huh?”

You shoved him slightly. “Don’t push it Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung laughed as he pecked your lips. “I’m glad I have you back.”

[spookybias]

[ #EEF3B4 ] — choi beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn! reader. genre: fluff, sensual, established relationship au. warning: kissing. word count: 1.1k

"why did you pick this movie, anyway?" beomgyu sighed, throwing his head back against your brown pleather couch. he wasn't actually annoyed by your film choices, just in the mood to do something much more physically affectionate.

"I like this movie a lot, gyu." you popped a handful of popcorn into your mouth, ignoring the stray pieces that fell onto the navy blue blanket spread across your criss-crossed legs. you and beomgyu had been together long enough for you to not feel awkward about your messy eating habits around him. you kept your eyes glued to the TV screen, much to beomgyu's dismay. he wanted —no, needed— all of your attention right now.

no matter. beomgyu knew how dim-witted you could be sometimes. you had been completely oblivious to his advances back when the two of you were just friends, forcing him to outright tell you that he had a huge crush on you to your face, mere inches away from your lips. he didn't mind it at all. your slow-at-catching-on persona was considered utterly adorable to beomgyu.

he poked your cheek with his finger. "____. look at me please." he pouted his lips. "I missed looking into your eyes the whole time I was gone."

you turned your face away from the movie to look at your boyfriend in the gold fluorescent luster of the fairy lights webbed across your living room ceiling. beomgyu was met with one of your famous small smiles. your heart skipped a beat. he looked so pretty in this lighting. his hair was disheveled from the amount of times he had thrown his head back, and he was dressed comfortably in a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and black ankle socks. his shirt was rumpled upwards from the way he was slouched on the sofa. maybe if you weren't so dense you would understand why beomgyu thought this particular setting was perfect to do something besides watch a movie.

"what's up with you, gyu?"

beomgyu let out a fake wail of discomfort. his face scrunched up the way a baby's would when crying. "I just told you how much I missed looking into your eyes and you ask me what's up?" gyu playfully sniffled. "I've been gone for a month and this is how I'm treated when I get back." he dramatically threw himself across your lap, almost knocking your bowl of popcorn to the floor.

"beomgyu." you jokingly rolled your eyes, setting the bowl on top of the end table on your other side. "you didn't tell me how much you missed it, just that you missed it," you corrected.

beomgyu jumped up from your lap, his previous act being dismissed by the both of you. "I missed you this much," he informed you while opening his arms as wide as he could.

"that's so little," you teased, before turning back towards the TV.

beomgyu went back to pouting. "can we do something else?" he whined. he gave you a knowing look, one that resembled that of a puppy. you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, causing the soft look on gyu's face to vanish almost immediately. his once innocent-looking expression transitioned into a smirk as he put his two fingers to walk up your arm towards your collarbone.

his actions went over your head. "we can do whatever you want later. we're only thirty minutes into the movie."

beomgyu sighed and leaned back onto the couch, defeated. "fine." he lifted his legs up onto the cushions, curling up next to you. "is this the ghibli movie with the cats?" he questioned.

"there's a lot of ghibli movies with cats," you told him. "but no, this isn't a ghibli movie. it's night on the galactic railroad. I like this movie 'cause the author of the book wrote the storyline while in sorrow. you can definitely feel the plot on a more universal and emotional level knowing that. it's actually kind of sad, too. towards the ending—"

you had lost beomgyu at "there's a lot", and he went to work at pulling on the waistband of your butterscotch-colored track shorts before letting go. the band snapped back against the skin of your hip. it didn't hurt, but it definitely caught you by surprise.

beomgyu chuckled at your dumbfounded expression. "can we kiss?"

"gyu- I-" you gulped hard. so that's what he wanted to do, you thought to yourself, finally catching on. "I just ate popcorn." you tried to stall as beomgyu's finger tips ghosted over your collarbone. you could feel your face becoming hotter by the second. it's not that you didn't want to kiss your loving and mischievous boyfriend. you had always been a bit shy when it came to somewhat sinful affection.

beomgyu picked up a leftover piece of popcorn, one of the few that had sprinkled onto your lap when you were eating without any manners. he popped it into his mouth. "there. now we're even."

you nodded your head, palms sweaty and kneecaps tingling. you leaned in towards your lover and pecked his lips. the both of you had shared kisses plenty of times, but you were always too nervous to initiate anything that wasn't a handful of short-term smooches.

"that's it?" beomgyu whined. "you clearly didn't miss me as much as I missed you." he held your face in his hands to keep you still, squishing your cheeks just a bit. "well, i missed you this much," beomgyu declared, before giving you a lengthy kiss.

your lips moved in sync with his. his hands traveled to your torso. you felt his palms trail along your sides, forming the yellow brick road.

you pulled away, feeling satisfied and less hesitant, then dived back in, delivering a school of kisses all over beomgyu's face. he burst into a fit of giggles. whenever you kissed him, he felt more than just butterflies. there was a beautiful botanical garden of buttercups and poppies, rhododendron and forsythia shrubs, swarmed with clouded yellow and holly blue butterflies within his stomach. and that was just every time you peppered him.

when you touched him —traced your fingertips along his smooth-as-milk skin— he was a volcano bound to erupt and let his love form obsidian visions of you.

several minutes passed. the two of you opened your eyes, taking in each other's flushed expressions; your shy sighs and beomgyu's blushing cheeks. you flicked one of his candy apple tinted ears, and he rushed to pat down his hair to cover both. he was never scared to initiate things, but afterwards he was always a cute wreck.

beomgyu curled up into your side again. "i just wanted to kiss you for a bit." he knew you understood now, but still felt the need to explain himself.

"i get that," you assured him. you reached for a handful of popcorn, stuffing your mouth full before feeding some to gyu.

"what movie is this again?"

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[hooniee]

— ꒰‧his members scaring you too much ⁺*ೃ༄

↷enhypen x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ genre: reaction | fluff⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷warnings: grabbing of wrist without consent but with no ill intent! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

♡ :: can i request an enhypen reaction to another member scaring you too far? @kisshoons-main

⇢˚⋆ ✎  hi lovely!! i’m so sorry for the long wait but here it is <3 this headcannon is so messy but it was so much fun to write :D have a great day, mwah <333

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

watching a scary movie with the boys was definitely not the best idea. though they were terrified themselves, they knew someone who was more scared then them; you. and with that information, they decided to scare you even more.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you gulped, telling your boyfriend. his brows furrow as he sees how tense you are.

“are you okay? do you want me to take you there?” he asks before you shake your head. you softly get out of his grasp before quietly making your way to the bathroom. 

this was when the boys were ready to strike their plan.

as you washed your hands, you heard a creek around you but didn’t think much of it. it was probably one of the boys going up to their room to get something.

what you didn’t expect was for you to grabbed by your wrist out of the bathroom. the only thing you could do is scream before your boyfriend came to calm you down.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

-ˏˋ~ heeseung lee ~ˊˎ-

heeseung rushes to your side

“hey, it’s okay, look at me”

you heard heeseung’s voice nearing

he pulls you into a hug, tucking your head under his chin

you immediately melt into heeseung’s touch

he holds you close as you start to shake

he guides you down the stairs, still holding you close

when he arrives at the living room, the boys are all looking down

guilty looking

“which one of you did it?”

oh man, was jay in for one long scolding </3

-ˏˋ~ jay park ~ˊˎ-

“i’m here, i’m here”

he gently strokes your hair 

you’re still a bit shaken up from what happened

he is glaring at the culprit who hasn’t left yet

“ni-ki what were you thinking?”

ni-ki bows his head to you

“i’m sorry, (y/n) noona,”

you turn to him before giving him hug

“it’s okay, you were just trying to have some fun”

jay is still a little upset because of how scared you seemed

but since you forgave ni-ki, he did too

happy ending !!

-ˏˋ~ jake sim ~ˊˎ-

“you’re okay, love, you’re okay”

to be honest, jake is kinda shaken up too 

he doesn’t like scary things

(that one scene in i-land where the ghost came)

but the horror movie won the pick today, what could he do?

you both are cowering in each other’s hold

heeseung comes forward

“(y/n)? i’m sorry, i didn’t think it would be that scary. i didn’t mean any harm. i’m really sorry”

you give him a slight smile and accepted the apology 

jake definitely didn’t </3

-ˏˋ~ sunghoon park ~ˊˎ-

sunghoon was panicking

he never dealt with comforting you

(since you guys were new to dating)

he holds your face, his thumb caressing your cheeks

“it’s just me babe, you’re okay”

the only thing he could offer to you was reassurance

reassurance that he was there

you start to calm down before he gives you a soft smile

silent treatment to the whole group until they apologize 

-ˏˋ~ sunoo kim ~ˊˎ-

“are you okay bub?”

sunoo’s heart softens when you cling on to him like your life depended on it

he rubs your back soothingly 

he looks over to the one and only, jay

“jay hyung, was that really necessary?”

sunoo’s words drip venom 

(i would be so scared to make sunoo angry)

jay nervously chuckles

but sunoo only tilted his head with no expression

that means things gettin serious

silent treatment to the whole group until they apologize #2

-ˏˋ~ jungwon yang ~ˊˎ-

i feel like jungwon the type of guy to ask you for consent 

“hi baby, it’s me won. may i hug you?”

when you give the okay sign

he engulfs you in a warm, welcoming hug

he plants a kiss to your forehead

mumbling that you’re okay

he glares at the younger one

“ni-ki would you like to say something to (y/n)?”

“uh- uh - JAY MADE ME DO IT”

“WHAT”

-ˏˋ~ nishimura riki ~ˊˎ-

ni-ki doesn’t say anything

as soon as he sees you, he just hugs you

he lets you breathe and calm down

as he kisses your temple

a sign that he’s right there with you

that it’s okay <333

ni-ki is currently blankly staring at heeseung

(that’s more scary than a glare)

silent treatment to the whole group until they apologize #3

[applejongho]

the black kitten nero

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ a star called you — chapter 50: “a star called you”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader.

genre(s): angst, fluff, slice of life, band txt, college au, smau.

word count: 1,8k.

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, mild language.

synopsis: yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

an: a huge huge thank you to everyone for all the love and support i've recieved for the past two months !! this is the first smau i've ever written, so it's like my baby 😭 it's riddled with mistakes and things i wish i could have done better, but ultimately that's what we're here to do. we live and we learn !! i hope you guys enjoy this chapter !! 💞 i hope this is good enough!

you took a breath as the elevator came to a stop, heart hammering in your ears. the doors rolled open and you gasped. the beautiful rooftop bar in itaewon was just as you remembered it: the mellow lighting from the walls and the bar the centre, the minimalistic tables and the cushioned moon chairs scattered across the floor in a way that didn’t seem organized or cluttered, but like home. the height of the building opened up the sky and you could see the stars as they glittered and gleamed, something otherwise next to impossible in the city.

subin, who had been anxiously checking his watch as he awaited your arrival, perked up from his spot at the bar when you walked in and jogged toward you.

“you’re late,” he offered you a smile, his stating of the obvious clearly more directed to your two friends standing behind you. haewon simply ignored him and walked themself to the bar, while suhyeon merely returned his smile with an accompanying flip of their finger.

“it’s my fault,” you chuckled, your shoulders easing as the atmosphere felt a tad more comfortable. you gestured to your outfit in explanation, “i don’t usually do all this.”

“we literally had to force them into it. never again i tell you,” suhyeon declared, playfully bumping your shoulder with theirs before they moved off to join haewon at the bar.

some popular korean rnb music played on the speakers as subin navigated you through the restaurant. you would have thought the front section completely empty if it were not for your eye catching the few couples smiling softly and enjoying each other’s company in the tables fixed into their own little corners. you noticed a few more people sitting around the bar when you passed by, sharing drinks and jest, throwing their heads back in laughter. majority of the customers were packed at the back of the restuarant, some standing with anticipation radiating off from them, surrounding a little platform you figured was the band stand.

“you don’t seem all that surprised to see me,” subin remarked as he pulled back a seat at a table just before the crowd, gesturing for you to sit. you obliged and subin called for drinks.

“no thanks, i’m fine. i don’t have a high tolerance,” you said, slightly embarrassed. “and why would i be surprised? you are part of alice, aren’t you?”

he chuckled, “i guess you’re right. as for the drinks, how about just a little? you know, for just in case?” you looked at him quizzically and he waved you off, “stop being so skeptical! live a little!”

“i don’t need to drink alcohol to enjoy myself,” you rolled your eyes. he sighed, pouring only a glass for himself when the waiter arrived. you tried squinting through the crowd and then frowned. you turned to subin, “i thought this was a company event? so why are there some students from my campus here, too?”

subin swirled the alcohol around in his glass, ice cubes clinking together, a smirk pulled onto his lips. the volume of the music lowered until it was drowned out the buzz of the crowd; that too toning down as feet shuffled onto the bandstand. he looked toward the crowd and took a sip of his drink, “do you really think this is happening... just because?”

you were startled when the lights suddenly went off. the chords of a guitar you know all too well are struck, the high reverb making the windows rattle and adrenaline rush through your veins. bright white floor spotlights turn on and you slowly raised to your feet, your ears ringing with excitement.

“goodluck, sweetheart,” subin whispers as he leaves, smiling at your back in farewell to his first love.

the silence breaks with five voices coming together in perfect unison, echoing through the universe like a call to all those lost and in pain, like a beacon of strength and hope. and then kai and yeonjun bring the first verse, lyrics which comfort and soothe your worries and fears, telling you that they will never let you feel such despair again.

you realized, as the masterpiece that is dear sputnik resonated through your system, that you missed this. you missed seeing them play live and not through the television screen. there was nothing quite like witnessing their passion before you, feeling it clench your heart and take your breath away.

and then you spotted beomgyu. his fingers moving gracefully across the guitar, his damp hair falling across his face, his eyebrows pressed together as he immersed himself into their performance — he was an utter work of art. that dangerously addicting smile rolls onto his lips as a few people in the crowd scream his name; it’s almost time for the bridge.

“are you breathing?” haewon grins in amusement, and again, you almost don’t hear them over the crowd and your racing heart. you turn around and make a mess of an attempt at a response, making them chuckle, “you really are so very grossly in love with him”

beomgyu puts an arm around taehyun and they laugh as they step up to the microphone for the bridge. beomgyu’s darts across his lips and he pushes back his bangs, forehead glistening under the moonlight, his eyes glazed over with adrenaline desperately search the floor. he grabs onto the microphone and, just before he sings, his eyes lock with yours. your breath hitches, fingers clenching onto the sleeves of your shirt.

he froze in place. there they were. those eyes. those eyes he searched for in a crowd even when he knew you weren’t there. those eyes that made him feel like someone. tears sprung into his eyes and he completely missed his cue. the boys quickly realized the situation and extended the instrumental in relief that you actually came. beomgyu took the mic from it’s stand, eyes not once leaving yours, and slowly made his way from the stage to you.

the crowd parted and his heart ached as he took in your magnificence. your pretty brushed back hair that let him see more of your face, the beautiful sundress you wore that was only really beautiful because it was you who wore it, and the way you looked at him like he was the only one there.

back then he could only look up to you from the field as you cheered him on from the bleachers, secretly hoping that you’d be able to feel the way he felt for you without having the courage to approach you himself. but that wasn’t happening today. today, in front of your friends, in front of the company and underneath a sky of stars making the heavens his witness, he’d make sure you knew just how much he loved you.

your eyes widened when he took your hand into his, lifting it to his lips. his thumb brushed across your knuckles and he intertwined his fingers with yours. his lips curled in a smile, but his eyes were nothing but sincere as he lifted the mic to his lips and sang,

“in a crumbling world,

i found a star called you,

i need you, my love ”

over a hundred times. that’s the amount of times you had listened to this song. you had heard this song over a hundred times, yet in that moment you swore it felt like the first time. those beautiful lyrics were a mere container for the raw emotion poured into them, emotion that left your chest throbbing and tears brimming your eyes. the band stopped and beomgyu pinched your chin gently.

“i’m sorry,” beomgyu started, giving your hand a squeeze, “i’m sorry for being a terrible boyfriend. for arguing with you and embarrassing you in front of all of those people, for the horrible things that i said, and for not appreciating the effort you made trying to understand me and coming to that party for me.”

“b-beomgyu,” you breathed, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. you wondered how long he’d sit up at night, thinking about what had happened and being hard on himself because of it. you wondered what his face looked like when he sent those letters to the show, telling you to cheer up and be strong.

he cupped the side of your face and brushed away your tears, “i love you, yn. so much. you kindness, your selflessness. the way you trigger me with that person from anthropolitics,” he joked.

you laughed, “anthropology, beomgyu.”

“yeah, yeah, smarty pants,” he rolled his eyes playfully, the tops of his ears dusted pink. he tucked hair behind your ear and took a breath before continuing, “who else am i supposed to banter with, if not you? doing anything without you feels wrong. not saying goodnight to you at the end of my day leaves me awake, feeling like there’s something missing.” he sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek, “other people... they look up at the north star to help them find their way home, but i look for your eyes in the crowd and when i find them i’m there.”

“cheesy idiot, i forgive you,” you sniffled, stepping into his arms as the crowd, you both completely forgot was even there, cheered. taehyun and the boys gave one another high fives, relieved that the two of you had reconciled. you leaned back, “i’m really sorry that i didn’t talk to you either. i felt like it was selfish to impose my feelings on you, but i realize that that is what relationships are all about. leaning on one another on times of difficulty and sharing joys and happiness,” you lowered your eyes in shame of your mistakes before lifting them to plead with his, “you forgive me, too?”

beomgyu smiled, leaning forward and planting a kiss to your forehead. then the tip of your nose. then he looked into your eyes and slowly tilted your head back before he pressed his lips to yours. he took your lip between his and tightened his arms around your form. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything you had.

a droplet of rain landed on his face, making you both break away in surprise. within seconds it began to pour and the everyone shrieked, all rushing to the elevator to get off the roof.

beomgyu held out his hand and grinned, turning back to you, “sorry i waited for the rain”

you both burst out into laughter and you shoved his chest playfully, “is anything you say original, angel313?” beomgyu’s face fell and you giggled, ruffling your hair until it was hanging over your face. you stood tall and pushed out your chest, “hey poppy! i’m so in love with you, i can’t stop thinking about you and so i’m writing this letter!”

you squealed as beomgyu chased you through the rain, “i never said that! get back here right now, yn!”

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[binxyu]

Jacob had always been your sweet, caring boyfriend. Nothing seemed to be able to tick him off and you were always so loyal to him that he didn’t feel a need to be stern. Well, until one guy couldn’t get the hint and you were just playing along with him.

>>Pairing: Jacob Bae (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!jacob x girlfriend!reader

>>Word Count: 3.2k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Begging, breeding, choking, corruption, creampie, crying, degrading, dumblification, hair pulling, jealousy, manhandling, mentions of demons/angels, mention of drugs, mentions of food, oral (giving), praising, rough sex, spanking, teasing, and unprotected sex

Angels. 

Even Satan started out as one. Pure and kind-hearted. 

But, even angels can change by the driving force of humans: jealousy. 

With jealousy comes vengeance and hatred. A dangerous duo sure to bring punishment for whoever deemed worthy of it.

That person this time was you. Served a punishment from your fallen angel.

Jacob, your boyfriend, was said to be the kindest person in the entire idol industry. He never uttered one curse word and seemed to be calm in the most demeaning situations. He was simply too kind to say a word against anyone or to lift a finger to hurt anything or anyone. 

You literally saw him gently put a fly outside of the house because “it didn’t do anything wrong”. He was just so gentle with everything and that even applied to you. He never wanted to hurt you and he never felt the need to be stern with you because you were a “good girl”. That was his favorite phrase to use with you. His good girl.

Key word there is his. 

The only weakness your angel seemed to have was his possessiveness. Due to his reputation, he’d never announce such feelings in front of the press but they were very much there. Just hidden behind his perfect little mask. 

Fans could probably see it in the way he put his hand on your hip when a fanboy got too close or through the way he would suck little bruises on your neck for them to see. Still, it didn’t directly show just how jealous he was. It was nothing to worry about.

Or was it?

That’s what you wanted to find out tonight. Even if that meant having another man’s hands on you briefly. You just wanted Jacob to know he wasn’t going to hurt you. That he could trust his own body to stop when you needed it to. He just needed that extra push. 

And maybe so did this guy flirting with you. 

“Want to go out after this? I know a good bar near here”, Jacob had simply walked away to get you ice cream and this man took that as a sign to come talk to you. His hand was on your thigh and it was apparent that he was just trying to get you drunk and in his bed. It wasn’t like it was working. You weren’t that stupid, but you did want to give Jacob that push.

“Sure! I’ve been dying for a cocktail”, you smiled warmly at the man. It was usually a smile specifically reserved for Jacob, but this man would get to have a taste of it today. 

“Great! Want to head there now? I’m sure your frie-”, he was cut off by a rough shove, pushing him off of the bench and onto the grass below. You looked up to see the piercing glare your boyfriend was giving the man. It was something you’ve never seen before. Something you never expected could come from your boyfriend.

“That’s boyfriend. Now get the fuck out of here”, your eyes went wide at the curse word. It felt so unnatural to hear it coming from a man you could have sworn had never said such a word like that since he was little. But, nothing could compare to the sheer terror you felt creep up your spine when Jacob turned his body to look at you. 

It seemed like his body had almost tripled in size but you knew it just felt like that because of how small you felt underneath him. He looked so intimidating and it really seemed like he was going to rip you apart. 

“Get in the car.”

“What? What about the ice cream?”, Jacob groaned and gripped your jaw, probably leaving red marks there from just how rough his fingers were. 

“I didn’t get it. Now, get in the car because I’m about a minute away from fucking you on this bench until you can’t walk”, you gulped from just how cold his eyes looked. It was like your precious angel had been replaced by an entirely new demon. And you liked it. 

Without a word, you nodded and he let go of you. He crossed his arms as he walked behind you, watching you as if you were merely a piece of prey for him to play with. You could only imagine what he was thinking. 

The entire car ride was silent and all you could do was look out the window at the buildings passing by in a blur. Jacob’s hand was the only thing tethering you to the present, it’s presence on your thigh a constant reminder that you fucked up. You really fucked up.

By the time he had parked and opened your door, you had practically been reduced to nothing more than a ragdoll. His hand was cupped around the back of your neck and he guided you towards the front door by it, kicking the car door closed with his shoe as if it weighed nothing. He did the same with the front door as soon as you were both inside. His hand moved to the front of your neck, squeezing the side of it and he watched as your eyes rolled back. He chuckled. 

A sinister, mischievous, and demonic chuckle. 

“You know, I never imagined you’d look this pretty with my hand around your throat”, your own hand moved up to grip his wrist and he almost stopped. Well, until he heard your beautiful choked moan fill his ears. Finally, he was going to allow himself to continue. 

Jacob pressed you against the wall and lifted his knee to start rubbing between your legs. He scoffed at how quickly you melted, your legs wobbling as he rubbed against your clothed clit.

“If I didn’t know better than I’d say you did all that to get punished”, oh that smirk on his face was enough to know that he knew that was exactly what you were doing. Any other day, you would have pushed that guy away immediately. Still, he wanted you to admit it.

“I did. I’m sorry”, your lip quivered as a sob broke through. Jacob loosened his grip to allow you some air before he returned it to how it was before. Even in this state, he cared more about your well being than releasing his anger and it made your heart swell. 

“Your apologies are useless. Apologies from a stupid cockslut mean nothing”, you were about to come right there inside your pants but he pulled his knee away, “how about we put that mouth to actual use?” he released your throat and you crumbled to your knees. It was almost like you were mind controlled, following his every whim without a second thought.

“Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back”, you followed each order obediently, worried that you’d make him even angrier if you so much as said one word back. Jacob circles around you like a shark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You could hear the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and, before you could turn your head to look, your hands were being bound behind your back. You could only imagine the snarl that must’ve taken over your boyfriend’s face once he saw that man near you and it exhilarated you. 

“You really do want to be ruined, don’t you? Want to make it up to me?”, he was now in front of you and the sight made your mouth water. His big cock was out, leaking precum down the sides and the sight made you immediately think of his thick seed inside of you. 

“Please”, you begged just like you knew he liked and he gripped your hair, tilting your head back before he pushed his dick into your mouth. Jacob knows you well enough to know if it becomes too much and he goes as far into your mouth as he can without making you uncomfortable, but it was far rougher than usual. You could practically feel his tip leaving a bruise on the top of your mouth. 

Looking up at Jacob through the tears welling in your eyes caused your hips to buck needily against his shoe. He was watching you with hooded eyes, grip tight in your hair as he groaned through his smirk. He was getting off to watching you choke on his cock and he just looked so evil like that. Watching you suffer.

You felt him twitch inside your mouth but he pulled you off of him by your hair, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip. It looked almost painful and you knew he was saving that for somewhere else. 

“How about I fill up your pretty pussy? Maybe men will stay away if they see your belly all swollen with my baby. Would you like that?”, Jacob was already picking you up before you could answer, walking towards the bedroom as the belt dug into your wrists.

“Yes! Please, fill me up”, he grinned and placed you on the bed, your cheek pressed against the pillow. It felt unnatural to have nothing to support you up but you knew Jacob wanted your ass as high as possible, perked up only for him. 

Maybe it was because your boyfriend had no reason to use such strength before but the sound of your pants ripping clean in half made you jump forward. Luckily, they were sweatpants rather than your favorite pair of jeans that you thought about wearing out. Jacob simply gripped your hips to pull you back to where you were. 

“You’re okay with this? I don’t think I’m going to be as gentle as usual”, you laughed as he pulled your panties down your legs and started to gently rub your hips. Of course he was going to be rougher. He was pissed off but he still felt the need to prepare you. 

“I’m ready, angel. I can handle it”, in no way did you mean that to sound like teasing but apparently your usual pet name for your boyfriend would not do right now. He wasn’t an angel and he wasn’t going to treat you like one would. If anything, he’d treat you like the opposite would. 

“We’ll see about that”, Jacob chuckled and started to rub his tip along your folds, collecting the embarrassing amount of wetness there. It was driving you crazy each time he’d slap his cock against your clit and all you wanted to do was jolt away. 

“You’re so desperate for it. You always put on the same act around everyone else. That you’re a good girl. An innocent good girl”, he pushed his tip inside of you, making your breath hitch from the stretch but he just pulled it back out and continued his previous ministrations, “little do they know they’re all being duped.”

“Please. Please, I’ll do anything!”, each stroke of his cock was making you lose your mind and all you wanted was relief. The only thing you earned from your words was a spank on your ass though, a bright red handprint making you cut yourself off. 

“Don’t speak when I’m fucking talking. Got it?”, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back so you had to look over your shoulder at him. The cold glint in his eyes was so foreign but you welcomed it whole-hearteningly through a nod, clamping your mouth shut to let him keep talking.

“I always tried to praise you no matter how filthy you got. But, here you are saying you’ll literally do anything just to get your pussy ruined. Are you really that much of a whore?”, Jacob finally started to thrust into you, filling you up until he couldn’t go any further. Still, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of movement until he felt you had learned your lesson. 

“N-no, I’m not!”, despite your protests, even you knew you were more than needy for your boyfriend. His touch was your own cocaine. It caused you to become high off adrenaline and lust, mind fuzzy with thoughts about what he could do to you. 

“Then why are you here? Begging for me to have my way with you? I bet your little friends would be so disappointed in you”, it was no secret Jacob found it ironic that you had such conservative friends. He loved to point it out any time you did anything out of the ordinary to them. This was definitely out of the ordinary.

“Is it because you’re just a whore for me? Is that it? You just love my cock so much that you feel the need to make me jealous to get it? Baby, you could’ve just asked”, he laughed and started to move his hips slowly, gently meeting your hips with his own. It was nowhere near fast enough to get you to finish. He knew that.

“I am. I’m just a whore for you! Now, please move. I’m all your’s and I just wanted your cock so please give it to me!”, all the begging made him involuntarily snap his hips a little harder, making you moan against the pillow below you. Jacob stilled for a moment.

“You already have it though”, you couldn’t help but turn your head to glare at him and he bursted out laughing, that familiar smile taking over his face. It was good to know your angel was still looking out for you. Even if it was behind a layer of carnal lust. 

“Alright, alright. What my baby wants she will get”, and finally he started to thrust fast and rough, just like you’ve always wanted. It felt so different and you were sure bruises would be painted on your body afterwards but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when Jacob’s dick was hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly and so full of passion, ramming into your soft spot with each push. His finger rubbing figure-eights on your clit wasn’t helping much either and, before you knew it, you were already crying from the overwhelming pleasure and the need to orgasm. The knot inside of you felt like it would snap any second now.

“Shit, you just got so tight. Gonna cum already?”, there was no doubt that he heard your sobs and knew that you’d struggle to get even a word out. 

“Y-ye-”, suddenly his laugh cut you off and you just stopped trying to say words. He flipped you over while he was still inside of you, taking the chance to really watch your tears run down your face. The cloudy veil caused by the tears completely blurred his face but it didn’t take a genius to know he was smiling.

“Look at you. You worked so hard to get my cock and now you’re going to be a crybaby because of it? How pathetic”, you couldn’t even think of anything to say due to the feeling of Jacob being buried so deep inside of you. The only thing reaching your senses besides that feeling was the sound of your wetness around him in the room due to his thick cock splitting you open like that was where it was always meant to be.

“Please… Jacob, please!”, you could barely get the words out from all the shameful noises you were letting out between them. It only pushed Jacob to thrust even harder, making your breasts bounce from the sheer force of his hips. 

“Please what? Tell me, baby”, he hummed as he leaned back to look at you even better, making your mind go completely blank. You suddenly couldn’t remember at all where you were going with that plea because his gaze was just too dark and piercing, seemingly judging how below him you were.   

“Can’t. I c-can’t”, you were really trying. You were just too overwhelmed and too sensitive, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you causing your last thread of sanity to break. 

“Aw, is my baby too stupid to tell me what she wants? Can you only think of my cock?”, it was true. You were just a stupid mess at this point, choking on your own retaliations to his words. Jacob gently kissed you, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips. It was such a contradictory action to his words.

“You’re only good for taking my cock, huh?”, you couldn’t even imagine what you must’ve looked like at this point. You were sure your mascara was beyond ruined and running down your face along with your tears. Your lips were probably swollen and you could even feel drool spilling out. Just a good rag doll for him to use.

“Go on. Prove that you were made for my cock and cream all over it”, you were just so frustrated before and hiccups were causing your body to jerk as you finally released. Jacob connected your lips again but it was fast and hungry this time, a clear indicator that he was close too. His hands were running along your stomach as he imagined how good you’d look all full with his baby. Anyone would take one look at you and know you were taken. 

“That’s it. So fucking good for me”, he snapped his hips a few more times before he was cumming, filling you up as your walls clenched around him to milk his orgasm. Jacob stayed still for a few more moments, waiting for any more cum to spurt out and coat your walls, before he pulled out. He quickly put your legs on top of his shoulders, watching to make sure none of his precious sperm spilled out onto the bed.

“And now I get to call you a good girl”, he chuckled and there he was again. Your angel. He felt so warm and it was just what you needed after all of that. 

“Does that mean we can get that ice cream now?”, you smiled as you reached up to wipe away your tears, sniffling as you looked up at him. There was still that mischievous spark in his eyes and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d meet his demon. 

“You mean I can get the ice cream? Sure. Sorry, baby. I don’t think you’re going anywhere”, Jacob leaned down to kiss your calf and that’s when you realized just how badly your legs were shaking. Yeah, maybe walking was out of the equation for a few days. 

“I love you and I’m sorry I was a brat”, Jacob nodded and kissed you again, causing you to melt even more against the sheets below you. 

“I love you too but you didn’t think that was it, right? I’m so not done with you yet. See you after I get the ice cream”, he winked and you gulped as he dropped your legs and ran off.

Maybe your angel would have to wait a little longer. 

[woniepop]

—“sorry, wrong boyfriend” with enhypen!

warnings — cursing

pairings — boyfriend!enha x gn! reader

genre — fluff, crack

taglist :: @en-txt-abode @youreverydayzebra

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