#nct 127 male reader

[hynzsn]

★ BULLIES ★

☆ jaehyun + taeyong x male reader 18+ MDNI

-> bully!jaehyun + bully!taeyong x victim!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut, headcanons

contents: rough sex, domination, hair pulling, spitting, dacryphillia, double penetration, dirty talk, degrading, manhandling, tormenting, controlling, cock sizes, forcing, choking, gagging, oral fixation??, slapping, restraining, facial, cumpie, rimming, foreplay, corruption, training, sadism, ejaculation, frotting

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✮⋆˙ your relationship with them is characterized by fear, manipulation, and a twisted power dynamic.

✮⋆˙ as their main target, you’re expected to literally worship the ground they walk on. you’re their little sex slave, nothing else. you’ll let them use your body whenever and however they like. and if you don’t, that’s okay, they’ll only force you into submission.

✮⋆˙ they love to torment and control you.

✮⋆˙ they love double penetrating you!! the sight of you completely struggling to take both of their cocks at the same time, the way your hole stretches to accommodate to both of their sizes, the whimpers and cries you let out, they love it all!!

✮⋆˙ they love to switch sex positions! one of them fucks your ass, and the other one fucks your mouth! or jaehyun fucking your ass while taeyong takes your cock up his ass!

✮⋆˙ despite their joint power over you, they secretly desire for more. they both want to be the one who completely owns you, they can’t let the other have more control or power.

✮⋆˙ they like to compete with each other, even going as far as both of them trying to outdo the other; which only ends up with your body being even more physically drained and spent than usual. often telling you to choose between them; who’s cock do you like more? who fucks you better? who’s sexier? etc…

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✮⋆˙ strictly a dominant top!!

✮⋆˙ a complete powerhouse

✮⋆˙ manhandling and strength kink!! he will literally overpower you in any way shape of form so it’s futile to even try fighting him or defying him. pinning you down, wrapping his arm around your neck and holding you in place whilst he takes you from behind, etc…

✮⋆˙ dacryphillia kink!! gets aroused from hearing and seeing you cry, knowing that his cock is too big for you to take.

✮⋆˙ heavily sadistic

✮⋆˙. not a big fan of foreplay, he doesn’t care much to do anything with you other than fuck your hole. you might get a little kiss if he wants you to shut up but that’s it. don’t worry though, he does lube you up before wrecking you >.<

✮⋆˙ he will fuck you roughly and hard —no soft moments, no in-between, nothing. his only desire is to use you as his personal fuck toy.

✮⋆˙ big cock!! 8 inches, thick and veiny. knows how to use it like a complete beast. ejaculates a normal amount, nothing too crazy.

✮⋆˙ his favorite part of your body is obviously your ass.

✮⋆˙ he loves to fuck you from behind and watch as your legs tremble and your knees give out due to the pure power and speed of his thrusts.

✮⋆˙ he loves to push you up against the wall, pressing your cheek against the wall as he fucks you from behind.

✮⋆˙ always makes sure to degrade you and make you feel pathetic for not being able to take his cock.

“fucking pathetic little whore,” he spits as he smacks your ass cheek, his large hand leaving its imprint. “look at how weak you are, can’t even come back on my dick without shaking.”

“looks like you need more training. shouldn’t slutty bitch boys like you know how to take cock?” he asks as he pushes your head into a pillow, your moans and whimpers becoming muffled. his thrusts start to become more aggressive, more powerful as his balls slap against your ass. skin slapping, moans, whimpers and crying.

✮⋆˙ he has a rather normal libido. can go for maybe 1-2 rounds but always settles for one when he’s alone with you. that one round is always enough to leave your body completely sore, drained and spent.

✮⋆˙ he loves to either cum inside your ass or your mouth. he won’t settle for cumming anywhere else.

✮⋆˙ he prefers cumming inside your ass though, the sight of it dripping down from your wrecked hole gives him a sense of superiority, like he’s won.

✮⋆˙ he loves to see you struggle to breathe, gagging and crying as he shoves his cock down your throat.

✮⋆˙ an absolute feen for rough sex; pulling your hair, slapping your face + cock + ass + literally anywhere and everywhere he can reach.

✮⋆˙ he’ll reach around you and guide his hand to your hardened cook whilst he’s fucking you from behind, pumping your cock in rhythm with his thrusts. at least he’s a little generous and let’s you cum too.

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✮⋆˙ switch!! dominant top / power bottom (leaning more towards power bottom)

✮⋆˙ average-sized cock!! just under 6 inches, a bit skinny. can still use it to dominate you completely and give you a good fuck. ejaculates a rather large amount.

✮⋆˙ has a high libido and can go for several rounds.

✮⋆˙ spitting kink! he absolutely loves to spit! deems it probably the most humiliating thing ever. randomly getting the urge to find you and just spit in your mouth, watching as you swallow it. or spitting in your face whilst he’s fucking you, or when he’s on top of you, riding your cock. likes to spit on your hole, whilst he’s rimming you. likes to spit in his hand and smear it over your cock before riding it. also likes to do the same with his own cock before fucking you.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys foreplay!!

✮⋆˙ he likes to frot with you!! he will rub his cock against yours during foreplay.

✮⋆˙ more of a sweet talker, but his voice always has that same condescending tone to it.

✮⋆˙ loves to ride your cock mercilessly, milking you for everything you have.

power bottom!tyong — you were sprawled out on the bed, your legs spread wide as taeyong lowered himself onto your cock. “look at me, baby, i don’t remember giving you permission to break eye contact.” taeyong began to ride relentlessly, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he took all of you deep inside. your breath quickened as he picked up the pace, his body moving urgently as he chased his pleasure. his hand reaches to wrap around your throat, tilting your chin to face him. “let me see how pathetic you look, when i’m riding your cock, sweetheart.”

dominant top!tyong — taeyong grips your hips, slamming into you with a relentless rhythm. his eyes are dark with desire, his lips curled in a cruel smile as he watched you squirm beneath them. “what’s the matter, baby? is taeyongie’s cock too much for you?” your breathy moans fill the room, your hands clutching at taeyong’s back, nails digging into his skin. taeyong leans down, his lips hovering over your ear as he whispers, “it’s a shame. i thought you would’ve been used to my cock by now. guess i haven’t been fucking you enough.

✮⋆˙ a complete mastermind. uses his keen intellect and sharp wit to manipulate you to his advantage.

✮⋆˙ attracted to intelligence and enjoys engaging in intellectual debates or mind games with you.

✮⋆˙ finds pleasure in restraining you. and secretly, he loves to be restrained too, if you’re a good slut for him, he might just let you tie him up.

✮⋆˙ he gets satisfaction from humiliating you, especially in specific contexts, such as role-playing scenarios; (cop x delinquent, teacher x bad student, etc… literally any scenario where he gets to be in charge.)

✮⋆˙ he enjoys exploring different sensory experiences, whether through temperature play, sensation play, or other forms of sensory stimulation.

✮⋆˙ his favorite thing about you is your cock.

✮⋆˙ his favorite place to cum is all over your face; he loves seeing your face stained in his cum. will take photos of your face to further humiliate you.

✮⋆˙ he likes to stuff his fingers into your mouth, making you lick and suck on them whilst he’s fucking you. he’s trying to make you have an oral fixation maybe??

✮⋆˙ his favorite sex position is missionary.

[star-suh]

5-way ticket

Johnny Suh, Lee Taeyong, Mark Lee & Nakamoto Yuta x Male Reader

cw: idol au; tops johnny, taeyong, mark and yuta; unprotected sex, breeding, facial, dumbification, musk kink, degradation, praising, feminization.

an: lowkey think this is a mess, writing 3+ -somes is so hard so ntm. also this is the only fivesome you would see in this account.

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today it's the day where yn finally would see his favorite group, nct 127, at concert. he also won a vip ticket so he can go and meet them backstage.

yn went greeting each member and talking to them one by one but he felt something different when he talked to johnny, yuta, taeyong and mark… their stares were like those of a hunter looking for a prey…

it was time to say goodbye when mark suddenly whispered in a sexy low voice “see you here after the concert” his breath tickling yn's neck.

“fuckk!! i knew he was good for this” moaned johnny impaling his huge dick inside yn's hole.

“damn he really is” mark said while mouthfucking the fanboy.

yn felt like he was in paradise, having 4 cocks just for him; one in his mouth, other in his ass and the other two on each hand. their musk was like a drug for yn, it made him more eager to just be used by the four all the time they want.

they idols decide to rotate every once in a while, johnny would now put his cock in yn's right hand while yuta would now fuck his mouth, mark moves to the left hand and taeyong rims his ass to fuck him minutes later.

they rotate again, mark didn't waste time and put all his dick in at once “how are you still so tight after taking two dicks already” he started to jerk off yn while thrusting harshly.

“open up for me whore” yuta taps yn's thighs and the fanboy obeys, he clenches his hole into nothing as if it's asking impatiently for yuta's cock. he rubs the tip against the abused hole, yn whimpered impatiently with taeyong's dick stuffing his mouth.

minutes passed and the idols still were at it, yn was regretting it now they had a lot of stamina. being double penetrated back to back by every member has left his hole gaping and dripping a mix of fluids. every cock managed to brush his prostate making him seeing stars for how good he was being fucked. “i'm about to cum” yuta said introducing his cock quickly inside yn's ass and came inside he kept thrusting to ride his high. “move let me churn it and add some more” mark winked at yuta and fucked yn until he came inside. next it's the turn for taeyong and johnny while taeyong fucked the ass, johnny fucked the mouth. “you did so well prince” johnny praised while slapping his cheek lightly, “yeah… thank you for letting us use your boy-pussy” taeyong added emptying his balls inside, every throb of his cock making yn squirm in pleasure. “shit” johnny pulled his cock out quickly, leaving it resting on yn's face spurting ropes of thick cum on his face.

the other day yn woke up in a hotel room, the pain on his lower back killing him but it was worth it, not all days you get to be fucked by a member of your favorite group “hell, i was lucky i got four of them inside me”, he stood up from the bed ready to go to the shower when he found a little card with a number on the nightstand next to him “call us whenever you want to have a really fun time”.

[luvkyu]

my love, i still ( mark lee ) part one

mark x male reader

a person from mark's past makes a quiet return.

content : 1.5k words, angst, kinda fluff at the end ??, idol!mark, manager!reader, ex-relationship, reader mentioned with a facial piercing, also features a little riize !!

( a/n ) this is song inspired :D from my love, i still by i'll <3 i was gonna make this heart wrenching angst but i got stuck with the ending so i changed it and it actually ends somewhat happy now. thinking about a part two, we'll see.

part two

"did you guys hear y/n's back in town?" jaemin asked, looking around at his group members.

"yeah. i don't know if he's working here again though," donghyuck answered.

the few of them were currently stretching and warming up before dance practice. only mark, renjun, and jisung were missing among them.

"i hope he is," jeno said, "i miss him."

"if he is working here again, he probably won't work much with us."

"i heard he's gonna be working with riize," chenle said, making the others' heads turn instantly.

"oh shit, really?"

chenle nodded, "that's what shotaro told me and jisung the other day. he's supposed to start as their manager today i think."

"i wonder if mark knows," jaemin muttered.

"if i know what?" mark questioned as he entered the studio with renjun and jisung in tow.

the others freezed, a bit uncomfortable now. mark and y/n's break up wasn't an easy subject, not when everyone knew mark was still not over him.

mark's brows furrowed at the sudden silence of his members. he looked around, waiting for some kind of answer.

"..if you know that y/n's back," jeno finally replied.

mark stopped for just a slight second before shrugging his bag off his shoulder and acting as if it didn't matter.

"yeah, i know."

the other dreamies looked around at each other. mark always got quiet and sulky when y/n's name was brought up, which is why they tried to avoid it most of the time.

"and you're okay?" jisung spoke up.

mark looked at him, smiled unconvincingly, and pat his head. "of course i'm okay," he assured. "now let's start practice."

"do you guys wanna go down to the cafe before heading back to the dorm?" jeno asked.

as everyone agreed on the idea, they began bee lining down the hall toward the elevator.

"oh shit," donghyuck mumbled. mark looked up from his phone as he walked, moving his gaze to where donghyuck's was.

the elevator opened on their floor to reveal a couple workers, including y/n. he had his phone to his ear with furrowed brows while clutching some papers, clearly distressed. when he saw the dream members now in front of him, his eyes widened and his body stood still for a split second. but he had to keep up with his rushing coworkers. y/n gave the group a small bow and a gentle smile as he kept walking and speaking on his phone.

mark felt as if his heart plummeted to his stomach. he wasn't prepared to see y/n out of nowhere, but he couldn't stop his eyes from following him. y/n looked different after the year that had passed. his hair was back to it's natural color instead of dyed, and he had a piercing added to his face now.

"what if i kidnap him," jeno whispered.

"shut up," renjun snickered, filing into the elevator with the others.

"i miss him," jeno whined. "best manager we've had, hands down."

mark smiled to himself bittersweetly. jeno wasn't wrong. y/n cared about all of them more than anyone had. after their first few months as group and manager, he and mark grew much closer than they should've. but once other staff started to find out, y/n's position as their manager slowly fell apart. he resigned quietly after he and mark ended things. y/n was offered a position in japan for a year instead, which he took in high hopes of healing.

"actually guys, i'm just gonna go back to the dorm. i want a nap."

"are you sure? i can come with you," jaemin offered with a small frown. mark smiled and shook his head.

"pretty sure napping is a one-person job, jaem. i'll just see you guys later."

jaemin frowned as they all watched mark press a separate button on the elevator.

"it's a two-person job if you're doing it right.." jaemin muttered.

donghyuck sighed and flicked his head, "do you ever shut up?"

"no, not really."

a couple weeks passed and mark had yet to see y/n for more than two-second intervals, let alone talk to him at all. he wasn't telling anyone how much it hurt him to see y/n around the sm building and not speak to him at all.

mark adjusted his earbuds into his ears as he walked. he could feel the sore muscles in his legs after a very long practice in anticipation for dream's next comeback. he was planning on going straight home, taking a long bath, and going to bed.

he pressed play on his phone, hearing the music begin to flood his ears. he was on his way outside when he stopped and saw some familiar faces by the company's vans.

riize was outside, filing into the vehicle with y/n leading them. they seemed to be goofing around, lots of smiles and distant laughter. mark could see y/n patting a couple of their heads as if he was counting to make sure he had all his children. sohee was the last to climb into the van, giving y/n a small hug before settling in next to anton. y/n smiled at his cuteness and walked around to the driver's side. before mark knew it, the van was out of sight, and he was staring at nothing.

mark cleared his throat and stared at the ground now. his chest felt heavy. he didn't know how much longer he could keep doing this.

"you okay?"

mark jumped at the voice beside him now. he took one of his earbuds out and looked over at jeno.

"i'm fine."

"hm," jeno hummed. he didn't believe mark at all, but he decided not to push it. "c'mon. let's go home."

a few hours went by, and now mark was sitting outside looking blankly at his phone. when he got home, he ate dinner and took a hot bath. neither of those things seemed to matter much though. nothing really did anymore.

it felt like time was standing still as he stared at the screen beneath him. his finger hovered over the call button of y/n's new phone number that he'd asked shotaro to send him. he didn't want to make things difficult for y/n by calling him, but he felt like he desperately needed to finally talk with him. he didn't know if he was looking for closure or another chance with y/n. maybe he'd know once they finally exchanged some words.

mark closed his eyes and quickly pressed his thumb against the screen. lifting the phone to his ear, he waited.

"..."

"..."

"hello?"

mark gulped. he hadn't planned on what to say, but now that he heard y/n's voice, his heart sank. a couple tears that had built up over the last few minutes finally trickled down his cheeks.

"..hello?" y/n said again.

"y/n?" mark's voice was barely audible. he knew y/n heard him though, he could tell by the way it stayed quiet for a moment on the other line.

"mark?"

"please, let's talk." mark could hear the other take a deep breath.

"okay.. what about?"

"i don't know. anything. i can't keep pretending like i don't know you when i see you around work. i can't-" mark went silent for a couple seconds, "i can't do this anymore."

y/n didn't know how to respond. he felt his throat begin to close up as he fought his own tears.

"i'm sorry.. i wasn't sure if i should talk to you guys at work."

"you can. please do. the others miss you a lot."

"really?"

mark could hear the smile in y/n's voice now. it lightened his mood a little bit.

"yeah. jeno wants to kidnap you i think."

"not surprising."

the pair laughed together before it went quiet again.

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"could we grab a coffee together sometime or something?"

"you don't drink coffee, mark."

"i'll just watch you drink it then."

y/n chuckled and inhaled as if he was accepting some huge offer.

"sure. we can get coffee."

"great," mark replied happily. y/n could tell mark sounded relieved; it made his smile linger a little longer on his lips.

"and, um," mark began again, "i know things have been off with us. but i just want you to know that i still care about you a lot. nothing's ever gonna change my love for you."

y/n looked down at his hands and cleared his throat. he didn't want his voice to give away the fact that he was two seconds away from crying. the soft and sincere tone of mark's voice didn't make it any easier, either.

"that's actually really comforting to hear. i love you too, mark."

mark smiled and let out a long exhale.

"okay well i'll let you get some rest, i know it's late. sleep well tonight, and i'll see you later."

"okay. g'night."

"night." mark's grin continued to tug at his lips. he gently tossed his phone aside and rubbed his face. a weight had just been lifted from his shoulders, he felt like he could breathe for the first time in a while.

"thank you, y/n." he whispered softly.

[mins-fins]

[20:20 pm.]

"hey, focus".

he snaps his fingers in front of your face, finally snapping you out of that unexpected daze you were having. you blink up at your groupmate, who stares at you with that pointed glare of his, the kind of stare he looks at you with when he's mad at you for something, whether it be for cheating in uno, stealing a fry from him, or playfully insulting him.

"what? huh?" you respond, only earning a small scoff from him. you were not focusing, stuck in some sort of daydream that you can't recollect the contents of for some reason. you listen to him tap his pen against the paper in front of him, a light snicker added to his scoff as he looks at the expression on your face.

"i was asking about lyrics" he states, clicking his pen as he notes down your facial expressions in his mind. "the lyrics you came to help me write?"

you let your jaw fall in just the slightest. "oh.. that, right!"

he narrows his eyes, a frown coming to his face. "y/n!" that tone is familiar, it's the tone he uses when he wants to nag you, when he wants to annoy you and whine about something. "you weren't even listening to me! what were you even thinking about?"

at the question, you pause, trying your best to remember what you could've been thinking about, it had to be something truly distracting, something distracting enough that you couldn't even focus on what the male in front of you was saying.

you blink as you stare at the male in front of you, taking in his pretty features, his moles, his eyes, his flushed cheeks, his lips. his lips. you should not be staring at those, but you are, you allow for yourself to get distracted by them, so much for giving him an answer.

"you" is the answer you give. it's not entirely wrong, you were zoning out on his face, you were trying so hard not to get lost in his eyes.

your answer seems to stun him, as his cheeks go even redder and he opens his mouth in shock, beginning to stammer out a response. "i— stop lying, you're such an idiot".

"i'm not lying, though" you quickly reply, now very focused. "i was thinking about you, why don't you believe me?"

he lets himself be speechless for a moment, a snicker escaping his lips as he feigns annoyance. "no actually, i don't, cause you're a filthy liar".

you hum, knowing you won this little argument because of the way his ears redden and how he avoids eye contact. you just lean closer, giving one last glance at his lips before sliding the paper of written song lyrics closer to you, a small smile on your face as you do so. "alright then.. tell me about the lyrics".

he feels his face burn again. "oh uh— um, right, that".

well now he can't focus. oh how the tables have turned.

[poweringthroughthis]

Thinking of a nerdy bottom taeyeong who is obsessed with "studying" his boyfriend's massive cock but in reality he's just a slut who wants to get pounded by his boyfriend dick until he's fucked dumb https://x.com/taeyongpictures/status/1806103392822898833

'Nerd' Taeyong, who has a passive-compulsive need to know all facts about any subject of his study. And his boyfriend's abnormally large cock seems to be the latest one.

It's like clockwork. Taeyong on his knees after classes, looking up at you with doe eyes, face next to his boyfriend's dick.

"Baby, this is torture, you know. I get unbelievably hard at this look of yours. You're just begging for it at this point." you say, softly stroking his cheek as he nuzzles into your touch.

Taeyong takes out your member, running manicured hands along the length, 'taking measurements', he assures. "It's so big...I love it."

After an eternity of your endurance test, he lolls out his tongue sinfully, licking and sucking on the skin of your member all over, all while his eyes maintain contact with yours.

"S' delicious" he approves. "Let's check how it feels inside me next, kay?" he says nonchalantly, as if you are a real study subject. But you know better than anyone how much your boyfriend loves roleplay.

"Don't stop until I ask. I need to find out how long it can go on for." You choke on a breath, Taeyong has an affinity for saying lewd things matter of fact-ly.

You nod your head quickly, desperate to please him, "Whatever you say, baby. My cock is all yours."

[myscenic]

Pairing: lee taeyong x 10th member!male!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers

Warnings: top!taeyong, swearing, blowjob, cum swallowing

Word Count: 1.2k+

Synopsis: a peaceful photoshoot day at the beautiful maldives island led to a confession and a spicy activity...

𓇼 Note: i felt really dirty writing this😭 you can tell that the opening kinda sucks. and honestly i'm not really good at writing smut, and this is my first one too!

the crystal-clear waters of maldives stretched out before the nct 127 members, a paradise of turquoise hues and white sandy beaches. their hearts brimming with excitement, the members had gathered in the tropical paradise for a highly anticipated magazine photoshoot.

the sunlit sky embraced their vibrant energies, as they embarked on a journey that promised to showcase not only their captivating charm but also the undeniable chemistry they shared as a group.

during the photoshoot, taeyong couldn't help but let his mind wander to the countless times he had fantasized about y/n's body during their practice sessions. the way his sweat-soaked clothes clung to his skin, accentuating every curve and enticing movement, had always been a tantalizing sight for taeyong.

he had often found himself stealing glances at y/n when the other members were too engrossed in perfecting their choreography. taeyong's eyes would trace the lines of y/n's body, from the way his hips swayed to the graceful arch of his back. it was as if y/n's movements held an irresistible magnetism that drew taeyong's gaze.

and now, in this stunning paradise, with the sand beneath their feet and the ocean breeze caressing their skin, taeyong's fantasies were on the verge of becoming a reality. he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins as he gazed at y/n, his body radiating an aura that screamed sensuality.

as the photographer captured the essence of their chemistry on camera, taeyong's mind was filled with thoughts of how he would ravish y/n's body once they were alone. the mere thought of unveiling his bare skin, of tracing his fingers along the contours of y/n's figure, sent shivers of excitement down his spine.

with each click of the camera, taeyong's imagination ran wild, painting vivid images of their bodies entwined in a sinful dance of pleasure. the thought of hearing y/n's moans, of feeling y/n’s nails dig into his skin as he fuck y/n on the bed, was almost too much to bear.

but for now, taeyong had to contain his longing, to wait for the opportune moment when they could both give in to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. as the photoshoot continued, he couldn't help but to think about what they could do with each other later.

"okay, that's a wrap for this set," the photographer called out. "let's take a 15 minute break and then we'll move on to the next location.”

taeyong took this opportunity to approach you, his gaze intense.

"hey, i want to show you something," taeyong said, breaking the silence between them. he grabbed y/n’s hand and led him away from the set, towards a beautiful spot on the beach he found earlier.

"where are we going?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"you'll see," taeyong replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

as he arrived at the spot, y/n couldn't help but gasp at the beauty of it. the crystal-clear water lapped at the shore, and the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything.

"it's beautiful," y/n said, turning to taeyong with a smile.

"just like you," taeyong replied, his gaze intense.

before y/n could respond, taeyong closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to y/n’s in a passionate kiss. taeyong’s hands roamed around y/n’s body, squeezing and groping him as he deepened the kiss.

"t-taeyong," y/n moaned, his hands tangling in the taller’s hair.

taeyong pulled back, his lips trailing down to y/n's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. he nipped and sucked at his collarbone, marking y/n as his own.

"i've wanted to do this for so long," taeyong whispered, his breath hot against y/n’s skin.

"then why haven't you?" the shorter asked, his voice trembling.

"i-i was too shy," taeyong admitted, "too shy to ask you out."

"but i don't care," y/n said, his hands reaching down to cup his bulge. "i want you, taeyong."

taeyong's breath hitched as he rubbed his dick through his swim trunks. he groaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"fuck, y/n," he moaned, his hands reaching down to grab y/n’s ass.

he pulled him closer, grinding his dick against his hips. y/n could feel the heat radiating off of him, and y/n knew he was ready for more.

"get on your knees, now," taeyong commanded, his voice low and needy.

y/n did as he was told, sinking to his knees in the sand. taeyong's cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks.

"suck it," taeyong said, his voice rough.

y/n reached up, pulling his trunks down and freeing his cock. it was thick and long, and he couldn't wait to wrap his lips around it.

y/n took him in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock. taeyong groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in the lower’s hair.

"f-fuck, y/n, you're so good at this," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

y/n eagerly took more of taeyong's cock into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate him. he could feel the thick veins pulsing against his tongue, and the salty taste of pre-cum oozing from the tip. y/n moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down taeyong's spine.

taeyong's grip on y/n's hair tightened, pulling him in deeper. y/n could feel his cock hitting the back of his throat, but he didn't resist, instead he relaxed and let taeyong take control.

taeyong's thrusts became more insistent, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked y/n's mouth. y/n could feel his own cock throbbing in time with taeyong's thrusts, precum dripping down his shaft.

taeyong's breathing became more labored, his moans growing louder. y/n could feel his cock swelling in his mouth, and knew he was close.

"i'm gonna cum," taeyong warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

y/n moaned in response, the vibrations sending taeyong over the edge. he came hard, his hot cum filling y/n's mouth. y/n swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him.

taeyong pulled out, panting heavily. y/n looked up at him, his lips swollen and red from the rough treatment. taeyong reached down and kissed him gently.

"you're mine now," taeyong whispered against y/n's lips. "mine forever.”

"break time's over," a voice called out, breaking the silence. "everyone gather and let’s move on for the final shoot."

y/n and taeyong quickly cleaned up, their bodies still tingling with love.

"i can't wait to do this again," taeyong whispered, his lips brushing against y/n’s ear.

the shorter smiled, heart racing with excitement.

"me neither," y/n replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

the final shoot went off without a hitch, and y/n couldn't help but steal glances at taeyong, his mind still reeling from what had happened.

as the day came to a close, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what was to come. he knew that this was only the beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where things would go with taeyong.

[127luvr]

Hi! Can i request a Jaehyun x male reader where Jaehyun is perceived by the public as a cool guy but when he's with m!r (aka his boyfriend) he turns into the biggest and clingiest nerd ever?

oasis 𓇢𓆸⋆.

jung jaehyun x male reader

although jung jaehyun is nearing ten years into being a solo artist, his fans can count on one hand what they know regarding his personal life. he doesn't mean to keep his life private, yet he doesn't find it necessary to publicize his every move.

this boundary he keeps to separate his idol image and personal life has led fans to describe him as cool. they've decided that a handsome man like jaehyun was stoic. good at keeping his emotions in check, never reacting to anything on camera. never making a funny face or laughing so hard his face flushes. the only emotions he allowed himself to show were on stage--holding the stand of a microphone while singing his heart out.

off-duty jaehyun is different.

jaehyun is the textbook movie boyfriend. clingy--nerdy--cute--and absolutely in love with you. holding your hand whenever you were within an arms reach--holding doors open for you--pulling your chair out on dates--resting his head on your shoulder when he got too tired from being out with friends. he is never not wearing a smile when he's with you.

"what are you thinking so hard about?" jaehyun finds his way onto your lap with ease. laying his head on top of your thighs so his hair fans out--leaving the remainder of his body to rest on the empty couch cushions. his sudden presence catches you off-guard but you don't take long to put your phone down--choosing instead to occupy your fingers with his thick hair.

"you." jaehyun's bareface does nothing to hide the blush that spreads across his face. he doesn't expect such a straightforward answer from you--especially not as you hold the eye contact with him as he stares up at you. he brings his hands up to cover his face but you stop him, pulling your hands away from his hair to grab his wrists. "you're so different with me than you are with your fans, i was just thinking about how funny it is to see you switch up the moment you get off-stage. you're not as cool as you think you are. i don't know how you have girlfriend stans--you don't give them anything."

jaehyun groans, unable to stop the dimples from forming on his cheeks. you let go of his wrists, reaching to cup his face instead. his skin is soft, cheeks filling your palms up immediately.

"i only want you to see that side of me. the only reason i'm in the industry is for the music--i don't need delusional fans." he pauses, a mischievous glint in his eye, "i don't want them to make you jealous or anything." you pinch his cheek in retaliation, pursing your lips as a response. "i should start letting them hold my face like this, huh?"

even as a joke, you can't stay mad at jaehyun for longer than a second. not as he closes his eyes while he laughs, the indentations next to his nose making their appearance. he makes a kissy face up at you, admiring the affect his teasing had on you.

[jaelvr]

Peach eyes

Home |  NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” + 106.  Waiting until they get to the door / get inside before driving off

Pairing : best friend! Haechan x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 500

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

Have a great day !! 

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"I got it." he interrupted, gently pushing your hand away as he handed his card to the server, paying for it before you could. "Hyuck! It was my turn!" you scolded, pouting at him. He chuckled, shaking his head as he handed you your cup of churros. "It's the least I could do after being busy for weeks." he shrugged, wasting no time in beginning to eat his cup. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked, a soft look on your face as he nodded. He'd been busy with a bunch of promotions over the last month, so the second he'd found out he'd had time off, he'd insisted on taking you out, both deciding to go to the theme park for the day. The day had been fun, full of roller coasters and shy glances between the both of you when you thought the other wasn't looking.

"Hold on to me." he instructed, voice low as he intertwined your hands, keeping a firm grip on yours as he led the way through the crowd, carefully manoeuvring through the crowd. "You alright?" he asked, checking over you once the pair of you had gotten through, exiting the theme park. You hummed softly, earning a chuckle as he took in your appearance, gently running his thumb over the corner of your lips, brushing away the sugar that had stuck. Neither of you let go, continuing to hold hands as you walked back to his car, and got in.

He put the heating on and the music as he drove through the streets, occasionally singing along with you to the music. Every time you two went somewhere, he made sure to play the playlist you'd made together, a lovestruck grin on his face as he listened to you sing along. "We still on for lunch tomorrow?" you asked as he pulled into the driveway of your house. "You know it, sweet." he assured, squeezing your hand. Neither of you wanted the moment to end, your seatbelt off but making no movement to get out of his car. "Thank you for today." you whispered, your forehead gently resting against his. His face softened, cheeks warming up. "Anytime, peach." he reminded, earning a giggle as he used the nickname he had given to you ages ago.

"I'll see you tomorrow, sunshine." you responded, a playful smile on your face. Before he could say anything, you'd leaned forward, placing a quick and gentle peck on his lips before you got out. "Goodnight, Hyuck." you smiled, winking and shutting the car door behind you, quickly heading up the stairs and to your door. He stayed parked, watching you with a stupid grin on his face as he waited for you to go inside, making sure you were safe as he tried to calm down his rapid heartbeat. He pulled out his phone, sending you a quick message before he started his car again, pulling out of the driveway and going home. You picked your phone up, grinning as you saw one message from Sunshine.

'Goodnight, peach. Can't wait for our date tomorrow ;)'

[wonyourdreams]

Embrace

Yuta x Male reader (part 2 of this)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, slight angst

"Yeah?" he thrusted, earning a moan from you, "Ya like that?"

He was aggressive, you looked at the clock, 4:24 AM, you guys have been at it for almost two hours now

"Y-Yuta, p-please stop now" you begged, back arched, tears slightly dried, and sweat dripping everywhere

He pulled you in a hug, balls deep, he stopped moving but you can feel his cock twitching inside you as you melt into his embrace

"I really fucking missed you, I'm sorry for everything" he muttered as he kissed the space beneath your earlobe

Yuta doesn't know where all the courage of admitting his yearning for you came from but he knew in that moment he just wanted to be with you

Months after your break up, you stopped your entire Bitter, Avril Lavigne phase, losing the highlights and being more calm and at peace with the break up

Yuta on the other hand was happy you two broke up but the more you became ok with everything he started to feel like shit

He was happy that you were but he didn't like the fact that he couldn't find someone like you

You went out on dates with other guys, just simple dates, restaurants or street foods depending on where your date took you

Not like the first time you met Yuta it was full on sex, hot fucking, desire and satisfaction with each other's needs

But the change made you feel better, it was more healthy and cuter

Yuta on the other hand made out with everyone, anyone with a mouth, but he couldn't find what he was looking for, he couldn't find the satisfaction, he couldn't find the love, he couldn't find you, he wanted you

He had multiple attempts of one night stand which all failed because he couldn't find the same passion, lust, and love unlike when he makes out with you, you took care of him, you made him feel loved, and cared for

That's when it hit him, he had an outburst earlier that night at a bar because he wanted you

He saw how happy you were so he tried to stay away but after sips of liquor he found his way on your doorsteps

He was horny, he missed you, he wanted to be loved by you again and the oversized shirt you wore, that was owned by him did not help with self control

All he wanted was to talk but you in his shirt made him lose it, and not even wearing shorts just underwear

"Have your dates touched you?" Yuta asked as he bit your neck

You shook your head, "They're that weak into getting into you?" he said

He started grinding again, unlike before he didn't pull out he just moved his hips brushing your prostate against his dick

You started squirming and squealing, "Yuta, N-No", although you said that he knew you didn't want him to stop, so he continued

You missed this, him in you, balls deep, tight hug, and light kisses in your back

Yuta groaned and bit your shoulder, he stilled and shot his load in you, warm and thick, it was a lot

You on the other moaned and came just a few seconds before he did, "Fuck" your back arched but his hands still holding you

You slowly drifted off to sleep in Yuta's embrace, which the latter also started to lay down with you

He needed a few seconds, after that he cleaned you off and went back to cuddling you, blanket over both of you

Yuta knew what he did was wrong, but he wanted to explain to you and he'll try convincing you to get back with him once you return to your consciousness

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redirectory

[joyoushyuck]

Lee Donghyuck is an opportunist (spoiler: the endearing kind). 

He knows you like a book he's read over and over again a million times, maybe more. He knows you like no one else does. That is mostly a good thing (keyword - mostly). 

Because as much as he never fails to pick the right gift for your birthday and always gets your coffee order right, he is also a manipulative bitch person who takes advantage of this knowledge and exploits you at your weakest.

Like right now when you really want to be mad at him because he hasn't done the dishes or the laundry, but Donghyuck's hand sneaks under your shirt in the midst of your monologue and you just freeze. 

When his breath ghosts your neck, a kiss landing on your nape, you don't even remember what you were on about anymore. Donghyuck loves it when you go pliant under his touch. He loves seeing the crease between your brows disappear, loves feeling your body going lax in his arms, loves the control he has over you. 

He pins you against the nearest horizontal surface (which happens to be the dining table) and pulls you into a (life-altering, mind-blowing, fantastic) kiss, leaving you completely and utterly disoriented. He loves watching your spit slick lips and the fading hickeys on your collarbone, loves undoing the buttons of your tight work blouse that hugs your chest a little too deliciously. 

He is a manipulator and a great one at that, but he also gets your mind off of your big girl duties because oh- he's sucking another bruise at that spot. He knows your body just as much as he knows you; he pushes all the right buttons that'll have you begging him for more, more, more in a matter of minutes.

And even though Lee Donghyuck is a serial exploiter, he is also a dutiful male wife who finishes the dishes and the laundry by the time you wake up from your exhaustion-induced nap. 

After all, he's your favourite wheeler-dealer.

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Note:

Reblog if you like my fics, it really helps! I especially love reading the tags/comments when y'all reblog.

I don't know what this is. Let's pretend neither of us read it. Probably my most unhinged fic yet (this was for the tags but I reached my maximum tag limit).

Thankyou for the support.

[hynzsn]

★ SAFE HAVEN ★

☆ johnny suh x male reader

-> boyfriend!johnny x depressed!reader

꩜ .ᐟ hurt/comfort, fluff

contents: caring!johnny, established relationship, reader has daddy issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms (not eating, isolating), implied/referenced emotional abuse (from reader’s father), swearing, hugs, pet names (babe, baby), reassurance from johnny

wc: 2.7k

summary: you’ve been mia for weeks - ghosting calls, barely eating, and basically becoming one with your bed. the voice in your head, it sounds a lot like your father, and it keeps telling you you’re worthless. good thing johnny’s voice - one that whispers sweet nothings and promises of forever - is even louder.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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[8:37 PM] 📱-> johnny 💝: yo, babe wtf?! you alive over there?? it’s been a minute…

[8:37 PM]📱-> johnny 💝: okay, jokes aside… please text me back. i’m worried about you 😔

[8:41 PM]📱-> johnny 💝: …

[8:45PM]📱-> johnny 💝: i’m coming over.

the messages sat unread, another three little gray bubbles added to the ever-growing count on your lock screen. you didn’t even bother to glance at them before letting your phone clatter back onto the mattress.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this. you were supposed to be the strong one, the one who always had it together, the one who could handle anything life threw at you with a smirk and a sarcastic quip. but lately, the mask had been feeling heavier, the edges digging into your skin, the forced smile making your cheeks ache.

you’d been spiraling for a while now, the familiar darkness creeping in like a fog, suffocating the joy out of everything. it started subtly – skipping meals, pushing deadlines, letting texts go unanswered. then it escalated, the isolation becoming a comforting cocoon as you withdrew further and further into yourself.

your phone buzzed again, the insistent vibration making you flinch. you knew it was johnny. he was the only one who still bothered, who saw through the carefully constructed facade you presented to the world.

he’d seen you at your worst – the breakdowns, the insecurities, the ugly crying sessions fueled by cheap instant ramen and self-loathing. and through it all, he never judged, never wavered. he was your rock, your anchor in the storm that raged within you.

but even rocks could crumble under enough pressure, and you couldn’t bear the thought of dragging him down with you. so, you did what you always did – you pushed everyone away, retreating into the fortress of your own making.

[9:36 PM]

a sharp knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts. you froze, heart hammering in your chest. you weren’t expecting anyone, hadn’t spoken to another soul in days.

the knocking came again, more insistent this time.

“fuck,” you muttered, dragging yourself out of bed. your reflection in the darkened tv screen made you wince. you looked like a ghost – pale, gaunt, with dark circles etched beneath your eyes.

“i’m coming, hold on!” you called out, your voice raspy from disuse.

as you fumbled with the multiple locks on your door, a wave of dizziness washed over you. you leaned against the wall for support, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

the door swung open, revealing johnny standing in the hallway, his face a mixture of relief and concern.

“hey,” he said softly, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in your disheveled appearance.

“hey,” you mumbled back, avoiding his eyes.

“can i come in?” he asked, his voice gentle.

you hesitated for a moment before stepping aside, allowing him to enter.

the moment he stepped inside, johnny’s face fell. the air was thick with the smell of unwashed laundry and stale takeout containers littered the coffee table. the curtains were drawn, casting the apartment in a perpetual twilight.

“jesus, babe,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair. “what the fuck happened?”

you shrugged, unable to meet his gaze. “nothing. just… tired.”

he didn’t buy it for a second. he crossed the room in a few strides, pulling you into a hug. you stiffened initially, surprised by the sudden contact, but then you melted into his embrace, the warmth of his body a balm to your aching soul.

“don’t lie to me,” he murmured into your hair. “i know something’s wrong. you’ve been mia for weeks.”

you buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne – a comforting mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice muffled by his shirt. “i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“worry me?” he chuckled humorlessly. “you scared the shit out of me, you know that? i thought something had happened to you.”

“i’m sorry,” you repeated, the words catching in your throat.

he pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him. his eyes, usually so full of warmth and humor, were filled with concern.

“talk to me,” he pleaded. “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

you hesitated, unsure of where to begin. how could you possibly explain the tangled mess of emotions that had taken root in your mind, choking the life out of you?

“it’s just…” you started, your voice cracking. “everything feels… pointless. like i’m just going through the motions, you know?”

he nodded slowly, encouraging you to continue.

“i feel like i’m drowning, johnny,” you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes. “and the worst part is, i don’t even know why. i have no reason to feel this way. i have a good life, a great boyfriend…”

“hey, hey,” he interrupted, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “it’s okay to not be okay. you don’t need a reason to feel the way you do. sometimes life just throws you a curveball, and you just gotta roll with it.”

his words, so simple yet profound, struck a chord within you. you had always felt the pressure to be strong, to have it all figured out. but maybe it was okay to not be okay. maybe it was okay to ask for help.

“i hate that you’re right,” you said, managing a weak smile.

he chuckled, the sound warming you from the inside out. “that’s my boy.”

he pulled you back into a hug, this time tighter than before. you clung to him, letting his strength seep into you, chasing away the shadows that had been haunting you for so long.

“you know i’m here for you, right?” he murmured against your hair. “always.”

you nodded, burying your face in his chest, unwilling to let go. in his arms, you felt safe, protected from the storm raging within you.

“always,” you echoed, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down your cheek.

johnny didn’t let you go for a long time, holding you close as if he were afraid you might disappear if he loosened his grip. the steady beat of his heart against your ear, the warmth of his body pressed against yours – it was a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink.

when he finally pulled away, his expression was serious. “okay, enough of this moping around,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “first things first, we’re getting some real food in you. and i’m not talking about that instant ramen crap.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a look. “don’t even try it,” he said, a playful glint in his eye. “i know your eating habits have been shit lately. i can practically see your ribs.”

he was right, of course. you hadn’t had a proper meal in days, surviving on a steady diet of instant noodles and self-pity. but the thought of food made your stomach churn.

“i’m not really hungry,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.

he raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. “right, and i’m the tooth fairy. come on, babe, humor me.”

he didn’t wait for a response, instead taking your hand and pulling you towards the door. you stumbled after him, your legs shaky from disuse.

“where are we going?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“my place,” he replied over his shoulder. “my fridge is stocked with enough food to feed a small army. and before you protest, you need a shower and a change of clothes, sweetheart. you reek of despair and instant ramen.”

he said it with so much affection, you couldn’t even be embarrassed. he was right, though. a shower did sound amazing.

the drive to johnny’s apartment was a blur. you sat in the passenger seat, watching the city lights stream by, your mind racing with a million thoughts per minute.

as he pulled into his parking spot, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of envy. his life seemed so…put together. he had his dream job as an idol, a spacious apartment with a view, and everyone adores him.

you, on the other hand, felt like you were constantly playing catch-up, like you were always one step behind everyone else. your dead-end job at the call center barely paid the bills, your apartment was a testament to your inability to adult properly, and theres the fact that… well, you feel completely lonely. sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel like you were holding johnny back, embarrassing him. you and johnny have been together for a while now, but the thought of what he actually see’s in you still lingers in the back of your mind…

“you coming?” johnny’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. he was already out of the car, holding the passenger door open for you.

you forced a smile, hoping it reached your eyes. “yeah, sorry. just lost in thought.”

he gave you a knowing look, but he didn’t press further. he knew better than to push you when you were like this.

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his apartment was everything yours wasn’t – bright, spacious, and impeccably decorated. you felt a pang of guilt, realizing you hadn’t even bothered to tidy up before he came over.

“go on, shower’s in there,” he said, gesturing down the hallway. “towels are in the linen closet. i’ll find you something to wear.”

you almost protested, but the feel of johnny’s softest t-shirt in your hands stopped you. it even smelled like him. you quickly showered, washing away the grime and the lingering sadness that clung to you like a bad cologne.

stepping out, you found the promised clothes on the counter. you pulled on the soft t-shirt, the scent of him enveloping you like a warm hug. it was comforting, familiar. safe.

you found johnny in the kitchen, already dicing vegetables with practiced ease. he looked up as you entered, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“there’s my boy,” he murmured, his gaze lingering for a moment on how his shirt hung on you. “feeling a little more human?”

you nodded, unable to stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. “yeah,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “yeah, i think i am.”

he was right. a shower, his clothes, his presence – it was already working its magic.

“good,” he said, his smile widening. “make yourself comfortable, baby,” he said, gesturing towards the plush sofa. “it’ll be ready soon.”

you sank onto the sofa, sinking into the soft cushions. you closed your eyes, letting out a sigh of contentment. you had forgotten how good it felt to be here.

“so,” he said, his voice coming from the kitchen. “talk to me. what’s got you so down?”

you opened your eyes, watching as he moved around the kitchen with an ease that never failed to amaze you. he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, his hair tousled from running his fingers through it a million times.

you sighed, running a hand through your damp hair. “it’s just…everything,” you mumbled, not wanting to burden him with your problems.

he stopped what he was doing, turning to face you, his expression serious. “don’t do that,” he said, his voice firm. “don’t shut me out. talk to me.”

you hesitated, unsure of where to begin. how could you possibly explain the suffocating weight of your father’s expectations, the constant feeling of never being good enough, the fear that you were destined to end up alone and miserable just like him?

“it’s stupid,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“nothing you say is stupid,” he reassured you, walking over and sitting down beside you on the sofa.

you took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “it’s just…my dad called.”

johnny’s face hardened. he knew how much your father’s words could cut you, how deeply his disapproval ran.

“what did he say?” he asked, his voice tight.

you closed your eyes, the memory of your father’s condescending tone, his thinly veiled insults, sending a shiver down your spine.

“the usual,” you mumbled. “disappointment. failure. you know the drill.”

you opened your eyes to find johnny watching you, his expression a mixture of anger and concern.

“he’s an asshole, you know that right?” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “you’re worth ten of him, and don’t you ever forget that.”

you wanted to believe him, you really did. but the truth was, his words, as much as they stung, had a way of burrowing under your skin, planting seeds of doubt that were hard to shake off.

“it’s not that easy, johnny,” you said, your voice laced with frustration. “it’s like…it’s like his voice is always in my head, telling me i’m not good enough, that i’ll never amount to anything.”

johnny wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest. you could hear the steady thump of his heart, a comforting rhythm against the chaos of your own thoughts.

“then we fight back,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “we drown out his voice with other voices – voices that love you, voices that support you, voices that remind you of your worth.”

he tilted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. his eyes, usually so full of warmth and humor, were blazing with a fierce intensity that took your breath away.

“you are not your father,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “you are kind, you are talented, you are worthy of love. don’t ever let anyone, not even your own blood, tell you otherwise.”

his words, spoken with such conviction, such unwavering belief, pierced through the darkness that had settled over you. for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope, a tiny spark igniting within the ashes of your despair.

“what would i do without you?” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

he chuckled, the sound a balm to your soul. “probably starve to death in a pile of dirty laundry,” he teased, his tone light despite the seriousness of the moment.

you swatted his arm playfully, a genuine smile finally reaching your lips. “hey, i’ll have you know i did laundry last week,” you retorted, even though you both knew it was a blatant lie.

he laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment, chasing away the last vestiges of darkness.

“alright, alright, i believe you,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “now, how about that food i promised you? i’m starving.”

he stood up, pulling you along with him. you followed him into the kitchen, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days.

as he moved around the kitchen, preparing a simple but delicious meal of kimchi fried rice and bulgogi, you watched him with a newfound appreciation. he wasn’t just your boyfriend; he was your best friend, your confidante, your rock. he was the one person who never gave up on you, even when you had given up on yourself.

you ate in comfortable silence, the only sound the clinking of chopsticks and the occasional contented sigh. it was amazing how something as simple as a good meal and good company could make the world seem a little less bleak.

after dinner, you helped johnny wash the dishes, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm as you worked side-by-side. as you scrubbed a particularly stubborn pot, you felt his gaze on you.

“what?” you asked, looking up at him with a questioning smile.

“nothing,” he replied, shaking his head. “It’s just… i’m glad you’re here.”

you knew what he meant. he wasn’t just talking about being physically present in his apartment; he was talking about letting him in, letting him see the real you, the broken, messy parts that you usually kept hidden from the world.

“me too,” you whispered, leaning against him, seeking his warmth, his strength.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“you’re safe here, you know,” he murmured against your hair. “safe with me.”

you closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you, soothing the ache in your heart. In his arms, you felt a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you were craving. he was your safe haven, your refuge from the storm.

and as you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew that no matter what life threw your way, you’d be alright, with him by your side.

[star-suh]

Motivation

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[luvkyu]

loveholic ( jeong jaehyun )

jaehyun x male!reader

jaehyun just wants some boyfriend time

content : 1k words, fluff, established relationship, baby jaehyun agenda, uni au, baby/babe petnames, showering together ( sfw )

jaehyun bit the inside of his cheek as he continued to stare off into the distance, scanning the different faces that passed. his boyfriend was late. well, later than usual. jaehyun hadn't even agreed to meet him at a certain time, he just knew y/n's schedule, and he knew that y/n took this way back to his dorm after his class. jaehyun totally wasn't borderline obsessed.

"jaehyun? you coming?"

jaehyun looked over at doyoung and the rest of his friends, who were on their way back home after a long study group session. he quickly shook his head before turning his attention back to finding y/n.

doyoung let out a small scoff, unsurprised. jaehyun always seemed to put his boyfriend first, but his friends didn't necessarily mind. everyone knew y/n was jaehyun's world, and seeing their friend happy was enough.

"okay, we're heading to the party after we drop our stuff off at the dorms, so see you later." doyoung smiled while waving. jaehyun only nodded again as doyoung turned with the others and left him alone.

jaehyun sighed lowly. maybe y/n went a different way today? he pulled out his phone and rushed to hit the call button next to y/n's name.

after it a rang a few times, jaehyun finally heard his boyfriend's sweet voice coming through.

"hi, love."

"y/n!!"

y/n laughed softly at jaehyun's enthusiasm, "what's up?"

"are you done with your class? i'm waiting for you by the benches."

"oh, i agreed to get dinner with my friend tonight remember? i took a different way to go with her," y/n explained.

"oh, right.."

y/n could practically hear jaehyun's pout through the phone. he smiled to himself and quickly came up with a solution.

"tell you what, i'll come straight to your dorm after dinner and we can spend all night together. sound good?" he offered instead.

"mm, i guess."

"and i'll give you as many kisses as you want."

"alright, deal," jaehyun accepted, unable to keep his smile at bay.

"okay, see you soon!"

"bye, baby," jaehyun replied before ending their call.

jaehyun sighed and lowered his headset around his neck. he was trying to kill time by playing video games. it worked for the first couple hours, but now all he could think of was what time y/n would arrive.

just as he got up to go grab a drink, a knock finally sounded at his door. his eyes widened in hope while he skipped over to answer it.

"hi!" y/n chimed. he knew jaehyun was just about the most impatient man there was, so he tried his best to rush over to his room.

"y/nn," jaehyun hummed while pulling him inside. "missed you."

y/n smiled as his boyfriend held his face and placed small kisses all over him. y/n's hands lifted around jaehyun's waist, happy to accept the affection.

"how's my boy?" jaehyun asked once he finally stopped kissing. y/n blushed at those words.

"i'm alright. kinda tired.. you?"

"i'm good now that you're here," jaehyun answered quickly. "are you physically tired or mentally tired?"

"both."

jaehyun frowned. "wanna sleep?"

y/n shook his head, securing his arms tightly around the other in a warm hug. "no, i wanna be with you for a while."

jaehyun smiled. he was hoping for that answer. he cupped y/n's face again, kissing his lips this time.

"can i take a quick shower in your bathroom?" y/n asked.

"only if i can join."

y/n rolled his eyes and stepped away from jaehyun, his arms falling.

"we both know where that would go. i just want a quick wash."

jaehyun's lower lip poked out, grasping at the hem of y/n's shirt. "i promise no funny business! i just wanna be with you."

y/n stared at him with narrow eyes for a second. he sighed and nodded, "fine."

jaehyun instantly perked up. he gave y/n one more kiss on the cheek.

"thank you, babe."

y/n watched jaehyun skip into the bathroom happily, starting the water in his shower.

"i am dating a literal baby," y/n mumbled to himself before following after him.

jaehyun was already undressed and in the shower before y/n could blink. he found it amusing how jaehyun's demeanor always changed once they were alone. jaehyun needed a lot of attention and physical touch, but he hated being clingy around his friends. y/n didn't mind it though. if anything, he just found it adorable.

jaehyun watched as y/n slipped his shirt and bottoms off before he stepped into the shower with him. y/n was quick to duck his head under the water and rub his face in exhaustion. jaehyun reached up to help soak y/n's hair, his large hands gently threading through the other's locks.

a few moments passed in comfortable silence. y/n closed his eyes and let the water continue to run over him, while jaehyun watched with a content smile.

"long day?"

y/n only nodded at the question.

"can i do anything to help?" jaehyun asked.

y/n moved away from the water and wiped his face. he smiled and gave his boyfriend a light kiss on his lips.

"you already help so much, baby."

jaehyun couldn't help but grin at that reply. his dimples and pretty smiling eyes were y/n's favorite view.

"just keep being my jaehyun, okay?"

jaehyun quickly nodded before cupping y/n's face and kissing him again.

"i love you," jaehyun mumbled against his lips. he began moving down y/n's neck, trailing light open mouth kisses against his skin. y/n felt heat instantly rush to his cheeks.

"i love you too, jae.. let's not get carried away though."

jaehyun pulled away, still with his beaming smile, and nodded.

"okay, okay," he gave in.

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[mins-fins]

ENDLESS, NAMELESS

❝ bright and clear, it's what i am, i have died.. ❞

in which. you always say that you don't write your songs about anybody, a statement you continue to repeat no matter how much people try to speculate about your dumb little song lyrics. it's a well know fan theory that the person you refer to in your songs is none other than your very own ex, the gorgeous lead guitarist of band aestas, mark lee, someone who you very much dislike talking about. are you over your ex? absolutely not, but you aren't going to tell anyone that. not your friends, not your fans, and definitely not the man himself.

𖥻 pairing guitarist!mark lee x drummer!male reader

𖥻 genre band au, social media au, fluff, angst, comedy, exes to not-so-friends to lovers, mutual pining, sort of slow burn, stubborn lovestruck fool x even more stubborn lovestruck fool

𖥻 warnings swearing, kys/kms jokes, explicit language, sexual jokes, an implication of sexual content, mentions of violence, smoking & alcohol consumption, stubborn bitches deny their feelings for about 20 chapters

𖥻 status complete!!

❝ silence, here i am, here i am, silent.. ❞

──── ⭒ PROFILES the divorcees 𖦹 a TOTALLY zen band 𖦹 hot girl summer

──── ⭒ TABLE OF CONTENTS !

i. twitter moots no longer 💔

ii. mark's pretty drummer ex

iii. FUCK MARK LEE (projecting)

iv. lying dead on the bathroom floor

v. the xiaoyn beef (or gay love story i guess)

vi. ITS ALL OVER 💔💔

vii. shakespeare but make it gay

viii. platonically sleeping together

ix. baby can we fix it?

x. is this a drug psa?

xi. idk who that is!!

xii. yn and mark, mark and yn

xiii. johnny suh is a real one 🙏

xiv. HE WANTS YOU!!

xv. froyo works every time

xvi. so ivy coded

xvii. 1000 song lyrics later

xviii. chat we lost

xix. cissy strut

xx. $50 in the bank account

xxi. cookies for the conscious

xxii. kiss my shades

xxiii. surprise surprise

xxiv. wedding invitations

[poweringthroughthis]

love on the beach | jeong jaehyun

desc: paired opposite each other in one of the most anticipated series this year, (name) and jaehyun struggle to see the fine line between play-pretend and real feelings.

warnings: making out

Being the latest topic of conversation in the industry has its benefits. The fans, the money, the vanity, stardom leaves no luxury in life unattainable. And trust him, (name) was beyond grateful for all that and more. But perhaps the general audience is unaware of some unavoidable downsides that actors have to face.

For one, you’re not allowed a lot of autonomy on what projects to sign when you’re a newcomer. Which explains why (name) was in his current predicament. Having to share a bed with Jaehyun.

Jeong Jaehyun, one of the most visually stunning men to ever step foot on earth. He was already an established idol in the kpop business and was recently venturing into the world of cinema, with a BL series no less. Given his natural talent for acting, angelic voice and great face card, there was no doubt he’d take the acting world by storm as well in no time.

This was even more reason for (name) to feel nervous around the man, he was way behind the singer in terms of achievements and fame. The two were in Hawaii to shoot a confession scene at a beach house and the filming ended late.

Since the production was behind schedule(owing to both males’ other commitments), the hotel they had booked for the week long stay, only had one room available for this final (extended) night. Ha, they’d have to make do.

It was not awkward, but the air was a little tense as Jaehyun set his things down. He was just as friendly and soft spoken off-screen as he was in front of the cameras. His personality made it easy for the other to loosen up around him.

By the time they were ready for bed, the awkwardness had long dissipated. Both men were in a good mood, a little drunk too. Nonetheless, the thought of sharing a bed with Jaehyun sent shivers up (name)’s spine.

(name) tried his best to maintain as much distance as he could without seeming rude. Jaehyun was facing the other way, relieving (name)’s nerves a little, though he still spent half of the night squirming in his place with unease.

Eventually, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and squinted his eyes to check the time.

02.39 AM.

Jaehyun was lying down, his eyes shut. You could never tell what a guy like him was thinking about.

You could tell he was asleep when his breathing steadied. His face looked even more stunning in the dim light. (Name) stared at the other in wonder.

It felt weird having a guy who was not only famous, but also incredibly attractive, lying in bed next to him.

(Name) was sure his lips would taste like heaven.

And suddenly, his arms were wrapping around the observing male, pulling him close. Jaehyun whispered his name, his voice dripping with affection. (Name), startled, could feel the half-asleep male’s hot breath against his ear.

His heart was beating so loud, he was afraid Jaehyun would hear. But Jaehyun didn't seem to care, instead he continued, "(Name), I like you. I know it's wrong but I can't help myself."

A wave of heat spread across (name)’s face. Jaehyun pressed his lips to the still shocked male’s neck. His kisses were hot and wet. His skin tingled wherever Jaehyun’s mouth touched it.

(name)’s body trembled as he nibbled and sucked at his flesh. Jaehyun’s caressing hand traveled down his side, resting on his hip.

His touch was gentle and reassuring, but still, the other actor was nervous. His thoughts ran a thousand miles a second in order to not overlook the gravity of the situation. The Jeong Jaehyun, just told (name) he liked him and was currently smooching him in a hotel room in Hawaii.

He kissed (name) deeply.

His tongue pushed past (name)’s lips, exploring his mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and honey.

Jaehyun pulled away, gazing at the flushed male. One could see the sincerity in his eyes. (Name) liked him too. But this was beyond scary. Jaehyun was one of the most popular guys on the planet and here he was, professing his feelings to his male co-actor.

The situation was almost surreal.

(name) didn't know what to say, so he just leaned forward, capturing Jaehyun’s lips in a kiss. His grip on (name) tightened. He ran his fingers through the shorter’s hair, pulling him closer.

The two were lost in the moment, letting go of all inhibitions. They made out for what seemed like forever. Finally, Jaehyun pulled away, leaving them both breathless.

"I want to take you out. On a date."

The words hit (name) hard.

A date. A real, proper date.

The last time he'd gone on a date was... well, ages ago.

(name) hadn't really dated anyone since he entered the industry. Propelling his career came first, and dating had been the furthest thing from the plans.

But now?

Now he couldn't imagine doing anything else.

"Yes. Yes, of course."

(Name) nodded.

"Really? Are you sure?"

(Name) gave him a small smile.

"Absolutely."

The agreeing male couldn’t help but let out a chuckle again. Jaehyun raised an inquisitive brow at the action as he explained.

“When you were stuttering while filming the confession scene today, I never thought this was the reason.” (name) exclaimed.

“And what do you think now?”

“I think my fluttered just the same on both occasions, Jaehyun.” (name) looked at the male with adoration.

Jaehyun grinned, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

[hvsngi]

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⠀⠀✹⠀⠀the thick smokescreen around you and mark could almost shield one's eyes from the sinful acts happening behind it. a guttural moan trickled past your kiss-bruised lips as mark slammed his hips against your ass, hitting the bundle of nerves within you at full force. your vision went white, the beginning of euphoria beginning to burn on your skin. the influence of the drug you'd smoked beforehand was amplifying the feeling by 10 times, something your body simply wasn't made to handle.

"so fuckin' tight," mark breathed, his lips by your ear. you could feel his warm breath wrap around your spine, arching your back up away from his chest. tangible and utter bliss plunged itself deep into your bloodstream as you let out another pathetic whine at how deep he was. "you're so good, y/n. so f—fucking good to me." his words were going to your brain, causing you to fall apart in his arms.

it was like that with mark — the brain-melting dirty talk he exuded. especially now, after you had gone off on tour, leaving him all alone whilst you ventured to different countries. he simply couldn't contain himself, even more so when he had a little weed in his system. he was always happy to indulge in you when he got high and horny. you were like a reward he couldn't resist. he ached for you when you were gone, and when he had you, he had to make sure you only craved him.

your face was buried in the cushions of his sofa, muffled cries absorbed by the cotton below. "mark," you choked out, trying to think of anything except the way he was currently molding you to the shape of him. each thrust made you conform to the curve of his body. "too much. it's too — too much."

mark hummed, slowing down a bit. "can you give me one more, baby?" you had already come twice, and he was asking for another one. god, he'd be the death of you. when you nodded, he wrapped his fingers around your dick, stroking it to the same rhythm as his thrusts. tears filled your eyes at the overstimulated feeling you got from it, but it felt far too amazing to stop.

when he noticed the tears in your eyes, he reached up with his other hand to wipe them away. "aw... my poor baby. so fucked out n' crying. so cute." he punctuated his statement with a harsh thrust, making your body jolt forward with the force. your eyes rolled back as he continued on relentlessly, losing any coherence you might've had left to the hands of your boyfriend.

after a few more thrusts, you came again for the third time, tightening around mark hard as stars blurred your vision and your arms gave out. you felt him spill into you moments later — warm and plenty — with a praise of 'so perfect. my perfect boy.' falling from his lips. pulling out, he collapsed next to you, tugging you into his arms.

"so... when's the next tour?"

you felt your eye twitch. "mm. i love you too, mark." he laughed and buried his face into your throat. "i love you, y/n. so much. my perfect, beautiful boy."