#nctu imagines

[neo-nymph]

Knight!Johnny would do absolutely anything to protect and preserve the happiness of the royal princess he's had the honor of serving for the last 5 years. From guarding her door in silence as she sleeps through the night, to sneaking her snacks and wine while she is grounded, to sliding a dagger across the throat of assailants trying to end her life, Johnny takes his oath to protect her highness very seriously. That includes protecting her from the agony of an aching pussy that needs to be devoured before bed. He would never disobey a command from the princess, so when she opens her chamber doors in the middle of the night, dressed only in an untied robe with her breasts and bare cunt braving the midnight air, giving him a direct order to satisfy her needs, he does so with honor. Johnny is on his knees before her standing frame holding one leg on his shoulder. Her messes have coated his nose and chin, a small puddle forming on the carpet from the liquid dripping out of her. His tongue draws circles around her clit, again and again, suckling on the swollen bud while two of his fingers curl inside her. Her delicate hands are gripping his long hair, pushing his head closer to her body. Johnny loves the sounds that escape her. Her moans are barely restrained and desperate, similar to the frigid movement of her hips against his warm face. The knight moves his fingers faster, pumping them roughly into her clenching hole and gripping her tight ass with his other hand. He feels the familiar signs of her orgasm beginning; body quaking and breathing patchy. He looks up from his position on the ground to see her face illuminated by the moonlight, breathtaking as ever with her eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape, calling his name a bit louder than intended as her cum fills Johnny's mouth. Weak from the stimulation, the princess falls to her side on the bed, guided down gently by Johnny's attentive hands. He brings her head up to her pillows, leaving the sheets off of her body to cool down.

"Thank you for your service, my kind Knight.."

Her eyes are sparkling up at him, holding a genuine fondness that he was thankful he could always notice. He adjusts his pants before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her highness's temple.

"Anything for you, my princess."

He passes the chamber doors quietly to continue standing post for the rest of the night. Boner on full display.

[kiachiako]

december nct recs

my library of favorites from DEC <3 all creds to authors

[ sorted by word count ]

series

RENJUN | russian roulette | @jiamour — in which you and renjun are neighbors and you both hate each other, or at least you think you do. alternatively: film students watch movies together and talk about the French revolution.

HAECHAN | love, on air | @njmverse — when you return to ever after high for your spring semester to be met with a new roommate, you weren’t expecting it to be your #1 rival, lee donghyuck. things escalate when he tries to steal your thunder as a matchmaker during valentine’s month. as you navigate your new dorm life with a new roommate, you soon realise your title as cupid isn’t the only thing being stolen away by him.

oneshots

[m] MARK & HAECHAN | surviving no nut november | @domjaehyun 28.8k — mark lee x fem!reader x lee haechan

MARK | where’s your good-natured gryffindor-slytherin rivalry? | @taelme 23k — friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, Hogwarts!au (fluff, mild angst, slow burn, mutual secret pining) 

TAEYONG | little taste of heaven | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | @taelme 23k — single parent taeyong!au, kindergarten teacher!y/n

[m] JUNGWOO | pincushion | @jungwooisms 20k — tailor!jungwoo x female!bookbinder!reader, fluff, angst, smut, period piece

[m] JENO | rose-colored glasses (all distorted) | pt. 2 | @neowinestainedress 18.3k — a long-lasting crush for her brother’s best friend, a bet, obsession, devotion and jealousy; all things that cannot lead to anything good. But the world that Jeno showed her was perfect and she couldn’t see what it really hid behind the rose-colored glasses. It was all distorted.

[m] HAECHAN | drippin’ | @neowinestainedress 18.2k — you need relief from this strange pain you’re feeling, but you don’t know what to do. Your boyfriend and his friends offer to help, giving you a solution you didn’t quite expect coming.

MARK | would you be so kind? | @sehunniepotwrites 17k — It was ironic, really, how you had a love and hate relationship with flowers. Growing up as a florist’s daughter, your love and admiration for the language of flowers flourished at a young age. Your thoughts, however, changed when you were diagnosed with the sickness that killed with one of the things you loved the most. You weren’t sure what hurt more, though - the hammering agony your heart experienced every single time Mark looked at her so lovingly or the excruciating pain your lungs suffered through whenever you remembered your best friend loved her and not you.

HAECHAN | better than gold | @cherryeoniis 16.4k — nobleman!haechan x fem!readerhistorical au (early 19th century), fluff, angst, friends to lovers

[m] HAECHAN | love bites | @sundaysundaes​ 16k — Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

TAEYONG | when the shadow meets the light | @taeyongtime 15.7k — hufflepuff!taeyong x slytherin!reader, hogwarts!au

[m] MARK | gorgeous | @lucyandthepen 12.4k — you don’t know what in the football uniform mark is wearing is so attractive. maybe it’s how broad is shoulders always look in that jersey. maybe it’s how nicely accentuated his ass is when he’s running. or, maybe, just maybe, it’s how painfully conspicuous the outline of his cock is through those pants.  or, you know. all of the above.  

JOHNNY | like or like like | @taelme 12k — college!au, college frat boy!Johnny

JENO | the roommate contract | @jaeyunverse​ 11.3k — one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brother’s best friend au, fake dating

[m] HAECHAN | sure thing | @domjaehyun 11k — haechan x fem!reader

JENO | our beloved youth | @yourstruleejn 10k — fate has a cruel way of bringing people in and out of one’s life. be it through weather changes, old memories or what seem to be mere coincidences. Jeno and you parted ways a long time ago, but destiny still has its say in who you end up with. 

[m] JAEMIN | backseat chronicles | @notnctu​ 8.5k — There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back.  

[m] MARK & HAECHAN | roommates | @smileysuh 8.3k — as Jungwoo's best friend, you have your pick of fratboys to date, including Jeno, who has a huge crush on you. But you're only attracted to Lee's that come in pairs, and you can't get roommates Mark and Hyuck off your mind.

[m] HAECHAN | babe watch | @milfgyuu​ 7.9k — You and Haechan both have big plans this summer. You’re going to earn yourself a spot on the infamous Baywatch team and Haechan’s deadset on getting the girl. It just so happens that both your plans intersect quite nicely.

[m] JAEMIN | one day closer | @choco-mark 6.6k — in a world where soulmates can hear each other’s thoughts, you slowly fall in love with your soulmate, though it takes you an eternity to realize who it really is.

JENO | everlong | @raibebe​ 6.1k — 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader

HAECHAN | i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!) | @luvdsc​ 5.2k — lee donghyuck x reader, best friend + youtuber au

[m] RENJUN | to taste the forbidden fruit | @yutasbellybuttonpiercing​ 4.5k — friends to lovers

[m] HAECHAN | under your skin | @fadedncity 4.2k — haechan x fem!reader, enemies with benefits to lovers, angst

YUTA | still in love | @neonun-au 2.2k — yuta x reader, exes to something more

JAEHYUN | [drabble] | @suhglow — fluff, stoner!reader, weed consumption

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happy reading <3

xoxo

[yutassimp]

amg faria um fluffy dos jaeten trisal com a sn? Ai eles seriam papais de menininhos

Oioi! Mas é claro, está aqui!! Acabou que não ficou totalmente fluff porque sou dramática (se quiser outro mais fofo me diz que eu faço okay), mas espero que goste de qualquer maneira!! Muito obrigada pelo pedido <3

Imagine (Jaeten) - Sorry!

Personagens: leitora!feminina x marido!Jaehyun x marido!Ten

Gênero: fluff, leve angst

Avisos: crianças sendo meio doidas; os três fazem parte de um trisal, se não gosta por favor não leia!!

N/A: Meu primeiro post aqui! Espero que gostem, e me desculpa por qualquer erro, ou se acharem ruim, prometo melhorar <3

Se alguém lhe dissesse há dez anos atrás que você um dia teria uma família feliz, com não apenas dois filhos lindos, felizes e saudáveis, mas também dois maridos lindos, felizes, e saudáveis, você provavelmente riria na cara da pessoa. Mas a vida às vezes dá viravoltas, e você não poderia estar mais feliz do que está atualmente.

Porém, mesmo que você estivesse vivendo a vida dos seu sonhos, ainda assim ás vezes ela era difícil, para dizer o mínimo. Afinal, viver em uma casa com mais quatro homens que, apesar de você amar mais do que tudo, ainda são homens, não é uma tarefa fácil. E por este e outros motivos você estava nesse momento tendo que assumir o papel de mãe chata e dramática que dá bronca em todos.

“Eu pedi uma única coisa pra vocês todos, só uma!” Você disse, tentando não gritar mas falhando. “Tinham apenas que conseguir cuidar de si mesmos por um final de semana, um único final de semana, para eu poder ficar em paz com a minha mãe no hospital!” Você sentiu um nó se formas na sua garganta, e sabia que estava prestes a chorar, por isso decidiu encerrar logo seu discurso antes que perdesse a postura. “Mas parece que vocês gostam de me levar ao limite! Eu sinceramente tenho medo do que pode acontecer com essa família caso alguma coisa aconteça comigo!” Disse, se virando para sair de casa.

“Amor… não diz isso.” O Ten, um de seus maridos, disse, segurando o seu pulso de forma delicada.

“A gente sente muito mamãe…” O Hajoon, seu filho caçula, que tem 6 anos, disse logo em seguida, se prendendo a sua cintura e também quase chorando. Porém, por mais que isso partisse o seu coração, você soltou-se dos dois, se afastando.

“Eu preciso respirar um pouco.” Disse, já com a voz fraca, saindo de casa. “Tentem não piorar as coisas até eu voltar.”

Os quatro ficaram observando você sair pela porta, sabendo que não deveriam mais interferir. Assim que a porta fechou, no entanto, os dois que tentaram te parar viraram furiosos para os que até então estavam quietos.

“Por que você não falou nada pra mamãe, Hyung?” O caçula disse para o Seojun, seu filho mais velho, que tem 9 anos, e teria sido fofa a carinha de bravo dele, se as circunstancias fossem outras.

“É, por que não falaram nada para a mamãe?” O Ten disse, dirigindo um olhar duro para o Jaehyun, seu outro marido, que apenas suspirou em resposta, passando o braço pelo ombro do filho mais velho, que estava visivelmente chateado também e o puxando para perto.

“Desculpa…” Disse o Seojun, olhando para baixo.

“Vocês viram ela, não ia adiantar de nada falarmos qualquer coisa agora…” O Jaehyun falou, e o Ten suspirou, passando as mãos pelo rosto e se jogando no sofá. “A gente errou feio…”

“Têm certeza que conseguem cuidar de tudo?” Você disse, pegando as suas chaves do carro. “Ainda dá tempo de eu ligar para o meu irmão e pedir para ele ir no meu lugar…”

“Relaxa jagi… não confia na gente?” O Jaehyun perguntou, te dando um selinho, e você apenas ergueu uma sobrancelha em resposta.

“Vamos ficar bem.” O Ten disse, rindo e também lhe dando um selinho. “Pode ir e cuidar da sua mãe… e se precisar de nós, é só ligar.”

Você apenas concordou em resposta, e logo saiu de casa, após se despedir dos pequenos. A verdade é que estava com o coração na mão de ficar longe pelo maior período que já ficou longe da sua família toda assim, mas a sua outra parte da família precisava mais de você no momento. A sua mãe tinha sofrido um acidente de carro, que não foi fatal, mas ainda assim os assustou muito. Ela precisava que alguém ficasse com ela durante o final de semana, e você logo se prontificou para isso, querendo estar ao lado dela em um momento tão difícil.

“Eu disse que pode ir pra casa, filha… os meninos devem estar precisando de você…” Sua mãe disse, te observando olhar nervosa para o telefone. Era sexta-feira à noite, faziam apenas três horas que estava no hospital, mas já estava inquieta.

“Não, não vou sair mãe, estou aqui para cuidar de você hoje.” Você se levantou de onde estava, andando até ela e ajeitando um pouco os travesseiros em que estava encostada. “Eu só estou com um mal pressentimento… mas deve ser porque nunca fiz isso antes, tenho certeza de que eles estão bem.” Sorriu.

E de fato, eles estavam. Pelo menos até aquele momento.

Durante a noite tudo ocorreu de forma tranquila. Todos cozinharam juntos o jantar, jogaram um jogo de tabuleiro enquanto tomavam sorvete como sobremesa, e logo estavam todos em seus quartos, prontos para dormir.

“Nem está sendo tão difícil cuidar deles, não sei porque a S/N estava tão preocupada…” O Jaehyun disse, se deitando do seu lado da cama enquanto observava o Ten terminar sua Skin Care.

“É… mas devo admitir, as coisas estão estranhamente tranquilas, até quando ela está aqui eles não são bonzinhos assim… não lembro a última vez que eles passaram uma noite inteira sem brigar desse jeito.” Guardou o último produto que tinha usado, indo até a cama e se deitando também.

“É verdade…” O mais novo respondeu. “Mas talvez seja saudades da S/N, ou preocupação com a avó deles…” Terminou, apagando a luz e se ajeitando para dormir.

“Espero que sim…” O Ten completou, fazendo o mesmo.

Como já era de se esperar, a calmaria acabou de forma rápida. Na verdade foi logo pela manhã do dia seguinte que o caos começou. E quando eu digo caos, é de forma genuína.

“O que houve?” O Ten disse, ainda meio tonto de sono, entrando no quarto dos meninos, e sendo seguido pelo Jaehyun logo atrás.

“O Hajoon vomitou na minha cama!” O Seojun disse, nervoso, olhando para o mais novo que estava acuado na prórpria cama.

“Eita que nojo.” O Jaehyun disse, mas logo se prontificou em ir tirar a roupa de cama suja e a levar para o lado de fora, enquanto o Ten se aproximava do pequeno.

“Você tá passando mal?” Ele perguntou, se sentando do lado dele e colocando a mão em sua testa, para ver a temperatura. “Que estranho, não comemos nada fora do normal ontem…”

“Acho que foram os doces que o Seojun Hyung me deu…” Ele falou antes mesmo de raciocinar o que tinha dito, fazendo o mais velho já o olhar bravo.

“Fica quieto, Hajoon!” Ele gritou, bem no momento em que o Jaehyun entrou, já olhando estranho para a situação.

“Não fala assim com o seu irmão, ele tá doente.” Falou, sendo cortado pelo Ten, que se levantou, nervoso.

“Ele não está doente, eles comeram doce escondido…” Suspirou, olhando para o mais velho. “Por que fez isso? Se quisesse alguma coisa era só pedir… sabem que não podem comer as coisas sem limites, exatamente para não acontecer isso aqui.” O Ten terminou, e o seu parceiro concordou.

“Nada teria acontecido se não fosse por esse bebê chorão!” Ele falou, apontando para o mais novo, que logo se levantou para se defender.

“Eu não sou bebê chorão.” Ele disse, apesar de começar a chorar logo em seguida.

O que aconteceu em seguida foi de uma rapidez absurda. Em um instante, eles viam os seus dois filhos brigarem cada um de um lado do quarto. E, no instante seguinte, havia um pequeno bolo de crianças no chão do quarto, brigando e rolando de um lado para o outro. É claro que os seus maridos foram rápidos em separar os meninos, mas infelizmente não rápidos o suficiente.

“Aaaaii!” Ele ouviram um grito agonizante vir do mais velho que fez com que todos paralisassem por um instante. “Meu braço! O Hajoon caiu no meu braço, papai tá doendo.” Ele caiu no choro, e logo ambos os pais estavam o acudindo de forma desesperada.

“Pega o carro e coloca o Hajoon lá, eu vou pegar as coisas do Seojun e já vou lá com ele também.” O Ten disse, já se levantando, e o Jaehyun concordou, pegando o mais novo no colo, que logo também começou a chorar.

“Pai, eu machuquei o Hyung? Ele vai morrer?” O pequeno disse, aos prantos, enquanto era colocado no carro, enquanto o Ten fazia o mesmo do outro lado do banco.

“Não, ninguém vai morrer.” O Jae disse. “Mas você machucou o seu irmão sim…” Prendeu o conto no caçula, que logo se virou para o mais velho.

“Me desculpa Hyung, foi sem querer…” Ele disse, visivelmente chateado.

“Não tem nada pra dizer pro seu irmão, Seojun?” O Ten disse, já se sentando no banco da frente.

“Tudo bem…” O mais velho respondeu, apesar de estar olhando para o lado de fora da janela enquanto o carro saía. “E, me desculpa por te fazer passar mal…”

“Tudo bem, eu te perdoo.” O mais novo respondeu, com um leve sorriso, fazendo os dois homens na frente sorrirem um para o outro também.

”Ué, que estranho…” Você disse, olhando para o seu celular, e fazendo a sua mão tirar a atenção do programa que assistia na tela do seu notebook. “Recebi uma mensagem do convênio dizendo que o Seojun deu entrada aqui no hospital…”

“Será que foi engano?” Sua mãe questionou, e você de ombros, fazendo ela voltar a falar depois de ficar em silêncio por alguns instantes. “Talvez seja melhor ir verificar… se qualquer forma, se for engano, você já pode resolver.”

Você acabou por concordar, garantindo que estaria de volta assim que possível. Infelizmente isso acabou demorando mais do que o esperado.

Você foi até a área da emergência, lugar onde o erro parecia ter cometido, mas assim que colocou os pés lá percebeu que não era um erro.

“Ai meu Deus, o que vocês estão fazendo aqui?” Você falou, assim que avistou os seu dois maridos sentados em umas cadeiras.

“Merda…” O Ten falou, baixinho. “Não tinha dito que ela tava no outro hospital?” Ele sussurrou nervos para o Jaehyun.

“Acho que confundi…” Ele respondeu, igualmente baixo, bem a tempo de você chegar neles.

“O que aconteceu com o Seojun?” Você disse, mas mal foi possível dar uma chance para eles responderem, porque logo sentiu um par de bracinhos rodar a sua cintura.

“Mamãe!” O seu filho caçula, e você se virou apenas para se deparar com o seu mais velho com o braço totalmente engessado, e um olhar desesperado. Ah, mas você ia matar os seus maridos.

“E se a gente comprar um presente pra mamãe?” O Hajoon disse, amuado no colo do Ten, que apenas suspirou em resposta.

“Sua mãe não quer presente… ela só queria que a gente tivesse ficado bem para ela poder cuidar da vovó…” Disse, de forma doce, e o pequeno concordou.

“E se a gente pedir ajuda da vovó?” Foi a vez do mais velho falar, abrindo a boca pela primeira vez desde que você tinha ido embora, e pegando todos de surpresa.

“Continue…” O Jaehyun disse, se aproximando dele e se sentando ao seu lado.

“A vovó é a única pessoa que a mamãe vai ouvir agora… se a gente falar para a vovó que estamos arrependidos de verdade, ela talvez possa convencer a mamãe a ficar menos brava com a gente.” Ele falou, e o restante concordou com a cabeça.

“O tio de vocês me disse que vai ficar com a vovó essa noite, então a S/N provavelmente vai voltar pra casa de qualquer jeito…” O Jaehyun acrescentou, também recebendo um aceno de todos, que já começavam a compreender o que deveria ser feito.

“Têm certeza que não querem que eu fique?” Você perguntou para sua mãe e seu irmão. “Não é como se eu estivesse com muita vontade de voltar para casa de qualquer maneira…” Suspirou, e sua família se entreolhou.

“Pode ficar tranquila, gatinha.” Seu irmão disse, se levantando e andando até a porta. “Eu cuido da mamãe… vou só dar uma passadinha no refeitório e já estou de volta.” Ele falou, dando um aceno de cabeça para sua mãe, ato que passou despercebido por você.

“Filha…” Sua mãe disse, assim que ficaram sozinhas. “Lembra quando me disse pela primeira vez que estava namorando o Ten e o Jaehyun?” Você franziu o cenho, mas concordou com a cabeça de qualquer maneira. “Lembro até hoje que quase infartei na época, mas logo isso passou porque eu sabia que, apesar de tudo, você estava em boas mãos.” Você começou a imaginar onde ela iria chegar, mas deixou que terminasse de qualquer maneira. “Afinal quem melhor para cuidar da minha filha do que as duas pessoas que sempre a traziam bêbada, mas em segurança para casa quando você decidia encher a cara nos finais de semana?” Você riu de leve. “Ou os dois que te acharam em horas depois que fugiu de casa por ter brigado comigo, e te trouxe de volta também em segurança? Ou ainda os dois que fizeram questão de me buscar ás três e meia da manhã enquanto estava em trabalho de parto porque sabiam o quanto você me queria lá?”

“Tá tá… já entendi…” Você suspirou, e sua mãe riu de leve.

“Acidentes acontecem, S/N… mas nem sempre eles são um erro.” Você a olhou. “Olha você e seu irmão!” Dessa vez você riu alto, e sua mãe se juntou à você. “Você sabe que eles são bons pais… e também que se esforçam muito para todos vocês… seja menos dura com eles.”

Você suspirou, se levantando da cadeira onde estava e se aproximando da sua mãe, a dando um abraço carinhoso, mas delicado para não a machucar.

“Você está certa, mãe… eu vou lá ver os meus meninos.” Você disse, sorrindo e se afastando.

Você ficou alguns minutos dentro do carro, quando chegou em casa. Pensando sobre como poderia se desculpar por ter sido tão grossa com todos mais cedo. A verdade é que tinha se arrependido de tudo o que tinha falado no minuto em que saiu da porta, mas sabia que ainda assim estava nervosa demais para lidar com eles na hora. Agora, porém, era diferente.

O que a sua mãe tinha falado te afetou mesmo. E você não é idiota, viu que ela estava trocando mensagens com o Ten e que eles pediram para ela falar com você, mas, ainda assim… ela estava certa. Os seus maridos sempre estiveram ao seu lado, nos seus erros e acertos, e ainda assim você virou as costas para eles quando estavam com problemas.

Suspirou mais uma vez, encostando a testa no volante por alguns segundos, ainda pensando em qual poderia ser a melhor maneira de falar com eles. Mas os seus pensamentos foram cortados por uma batidinha no vidro da janela.

“Seojun?” Disse, vendo o seu filho mais velho do outro lado, e logo sentindo o seu peito apertar ao ver o braço dele machucado, e se lembrar de como foi cruel com eles mesmo assim. Por isso, não demorou para sair do veículo, e o puxar para si, com cuidado para não o machucar ainda mais.

“Você tá bem, mãe?” Ele perguntou, e você se afastou um pouco, o olhando nos olhos.

“Claro que sim meu amor… quem deveria estar fazendo essa pergunta aqui sou eu, olha só pra você…” Disse, passando a mão pelo gesso, mas dando um leve sorriso ao ver que o caçula e os seus maridos já haviam o rabiscado.

“Mãe…” Ele disse, parecendo envergonhado. “Tudo o que aconteceu foi culpa minha… por favor, não fica brava com o Hajoon e os papais…” Você podia ouvir a vozinha dele começar a falhar, o que fez com que se abaixasse e segurasse o seu pequeno rosto para que olhasse para você.

“Não foi culpa de ninguém, meu amor… e não se preocupe, eu não estou brava.”

“Não?” Ele perguntou genuinamente surpreso, te fazendo rir.

“Não… eu amo demais meus meninos pra ficar longe por tanto tempo.” Respondeu, o dando um beijo na bochecha no momento em que a porta da garagem abriu, dando lugar à um Jaehyun visivelmente desesperado.

“Seojun?” Ele gritou, à procura do filho, mas congelou assim que te viu ali. “S/N?” Ele falou mais leve, correndo até você e te puxando para um abraço instantaneamente, mas se soltou pouco tempo depois, um pouco envergonhado. “Desculpa… sei que está brava, mas eu…”

“Tá tudo bem…” Riu de leve, se aproximando e o dando um selinho. “Eu também estava com saudade.”

“Eca!” Você ouviu um coro de três vozes, sorrindo quando viu o seu outro marido e seus dois filhos bem atrás do Jaehyun.

“Até parece que não quer um também…” Você disse, depositando um leve beijo também nos lábios do Ten, e causando mais um coro de ecas.

“Ainda bem que voltou.” O Ten disse, enquanto observava você abraçar o caçula. “Eu sei que pisamos na bola, mas a gente promete que isso nunca mais vai acontecer…” Você podia ver o arrependimento no rosto de todos eles, o que fez o seu coração doer mais uma vez.

“Se tem alguém que precisa se desculpar, esse alguém sou eu… vocês claramente precisavam de mim, e eu os deixei sozinhos e preocupados… me desculpem…” Assim que terminou de falar foi coberta por quatro pares de braços, o que te fez rir. Era bom estar de volta em casa.

“Vai logo mãe!” O Seojun disse, rindo do quão perfeccionista você estava sendo com a assinatura do gesso dele. “Desse jeito quando acabar meu osso já vai estar curado.”

“Ei!" Disse, ofendida, mas sem conseguir segurar uma risada, que foi acompanhada pelo restante da família.

“Okay, vão ser duas pizzas, uma de quatro queijos e uma de calabresa, certo?” O Ten, que estava procurando algo para pedirem pela internet, perguntou, e vocês concordaram.

“Pronto!” Disse, orgulhosa do seu desenho no braço do seu filho, que apesar das reclamações também pareceu ter gostado.

“A gente não vai pedir sobremesa?” O seu caçula perguntou, fazendo todo mundo o olhar indignado. “Eu tava só perguntando…” Ele fez um biquinho, se escondendo atrás do Jaehyun no sofá, que logo o puxou para o colo quando todos começaram a rir.

“Acho que é melhor evitar doces por um tempo, filho.” O Jae disse.

“É, seu irmão tem só mais um braço, não vai ser bom quebrar ele também…” Você falou, fazendo todos rirem mais uma vez.

“Ei!” O Seojun disse, assim como você mais cedo, e você o puxou para um abraço apertado, que ele lutou contra com todas as suas forças, mas acabou cedendo.

“Ah é…” Você disse, de repente, chamando a atenção de todos. “O que foi que vocês disseram para a minha mãe?” Seus maridos se entreolharam com um sorriso, já sabendo que você descobriria.

“A gente pediu para ela dizer para você vir buscar alguma coisa aqui em casa, pra gente poder tentar se desculpar com você.” O Jaehyun disse.

“Só isso?” Franziu o cenho, recebendo um aceno positivo de cabeça dos dois.

“Sim, pode pegar meu celular pra ver, se quiser.” O Ten disse, dando de ombros. “Por que?” Dessa vez foi a vez dele franzir o cenho.

“Por nada não…” Disse, sorrindo de forma despreocupada, o que foi o suficiente.

É, a sua mãe de fato estava certa. Aqueles dois te amavam muito mais do que você se dava conta.

[gyuswhore]

can i request mark realizing he likes his bsf even though she is dating haechan?

Hope you like this one!!

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Anyone who was looking at Mark at that moment, lying on the gingham blanket laid out on the grass, would think he was enjoying the view of his hard work.

He's the reason you and Haechan found each other in the first place.

You're running around the park trying to get to Haechan and his phone to delete the pictures he took of you napping; mouth agape and camera angled straight into your nostrils.

It's a screaming contest too, as Haechan replies to your threats of homicide with nothing but flowery commentary.

You're wearing a floral piece, one that Mark got you for your graduation. It was the same dress you had worn on your first official date with Haechan, at the suggestion of Mark himself. He even managed to do your hair for you. Granted you were picking bobby pins out of your hair for days afterward, but you took a million pictures to show his mom the next time you saw her.

Your hair was open and flowing behind you today, as you tackled your boyfriend to the ground, tickling him in an attempt to get him to let go of the death device.

You looked gorgeous under the spring sunlight, the slight sweat on your forehead making you look like you were glowing. It was all becoming too much for Mark as he sits up and tries to distract himself.

His feelings were always there, and he was playing a formidable game of lying to himself until it became the truth. That never could've worked, but he hoped he could become a breakthrough case.

Mark liked you more than he should, and the fact of the matter sets itself in stone after enough games of push and pull inside his own mind.

There's always regret, for not interceding in the budding romance between you and Haechan, but you were both so unbelievably happy. Never having the heart for anything other than encouragement.

He sits there, picking at grass when you bolt to where Mark is for refuge as Haechan tries to grab you.

In that fleeting moment, he wonders if he'll ever see you run to him in the way the oh-so wishes you would.

[myroseprnceyuta]

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THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY (or on my bday considering the time difference) 🎂

OMG IM CRYING 😭 my birthday present! It’s meant to be 😌

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[heavenstocharlee]

Winterbreak // m.lee

Characters: Mark Lee x gender neutral!reader Category: angst / fluff if you squint Word count: 500+ (first poetic blurb!) Song inspiration: Winterbreak by MUNA

Writer’s notes: I am coming out of retirement and posting this blurb I wrote solely because the song reignited my love for writing. It was exciting to write in a more poetic style than usual, and I hope you appreciate it! More life updates soon, but for now bon appetit!

Just as the snow on your windowsill slowly melts, you observe time fracture through bits of fleeting moments. The cold never struck you in such a way as it did. More so than ever before, you felt the winter breeze emanating from the drywalls of your apartment into the warm comfort of your epidermis. The break was not supposed to be this long, you thought. The tugging exchanges between you and Mark lasted for eons, and now numbness fills the spaces between each thread of tension.

You always knew you'd find your way back to him. "One more try." But the winter winds convince you otherwise. 

You and Mark were well aware of the reparations for parting ways. The consequences, however, outweighed the benefits. The break was transparent, and every day it was a struggle to stay still. You desperately depend on the ice beneath your feet to keep you afloat.

You haven't seen Mark since last winter break. A little over a year of hearts moving farther, albeit your love growing fonder. The last memory you shared with Mark consisted of you picking up clothes scattered across the floor and slowly making your way onto the freezing front porch. He wants to walk you home, but you refuse. Tears then started to trickle down his face, indicating that it was over this time. Despite all the bones in your body wanting to wipe all his tears away, you left his residence. His warmth. 

You broke Mark's heart. 

This love was just not fitting at the moment; the love the both of you won't get right. No matter how hard you try.

Habits were hard to break. Your soul respond to each other like the ebb and flow of glacier lakes. Turquoise in color—organic, bright, and untouchable. Ethereally calm in some days, raging in others. But every time his lips parted and his eyes were filled with painful aches, it was all just covering up what was lying underneath. Despite knowing every single thing, it was not going to fix anything. It was not going to repair the cracks or turn back the clock of what was once more. 

"One more try." You often muttered when even a hint of longingness prevailed on your mind. Constantly, until you were sick of it and had to truly just let go. From days to weeks, and now a year. The calendar has turned a new leaf, and all of the frost reminds you of the warmth you once had. 

Would it be different this time? 

You both know you won't get it right. 

Will the winter winds carry you into a change of mind? 

You both know that the trial season is over. 

Magnetic, isn't it? 

Like a force dragging you to greener pastures, as the thin ice resurfaces the underlying intentions.

One text message you send to Mark responds in tentative ellipses. To continue.  To hope. 

You make your way onto the bridge that you once held your memories on. As the vapor out of your mouth comes into existence on that coldest day of the year, you admire winter in its full glory. This time up close and personal, far from childish admiration.

With light and warm footsteps, you hear Mark making his way over to you.

Still, you both know.  This time, alas, it is right. 

[sighingsiren-tales]

You Knew Better (pt2) (Original post accidently deleted!)

S/o to the WONDERFUL human who let me know that it deleted!

I never meant to delete this series! If you guys can get the likes back to the 350+ it was before it deleted, I’ll post pt.3 by the end of this holiday weekend!

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“Huh, looks like it was fate that wanted us to talk” Jaehyun mumbles as you desperately push the help button on the elevator. 

You turn around to face him only to find that his expression was one of absolute amusement. 

“Oh, so this is a game to you?” You question harshly. 

“Nope” He spoke smugly before taking a step forward. 

“But it does give us an opportunity to talk”. 

“I don’t want to talk Jaehyun, I want to get out of the fucking elevator” You deadpanned, causing him to chuckle slightly. 

“Well, since you have nothing better to do other than wait on the fire department, why don’t you tell me exactly why you’re ignoring me?” He spoke, voice soft and sweet. 

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to childishly stomp your foot in annoyance. 

“Again, with this?” You ask exasperatedly. 

“You’re like a dog with a bone” No sooner than the words left your mouth he chuckles, the sound emanating from deep in his chest. 

“Trust me, you have no idea” He quips. 

Your hope that he doesn't speak again is dashed within minutes.

“You still haven’t answered my question” He spoke again after a few moments of silence. 

You gave him a slight glance over your shoulder before turning your attention back to the elevator’s help button.

“Is this because of high school?”

You give him a death glare in response. You don’t even bother to answer him, opting for fishing your phone out of your pocket and dialing Johnny instead.  You place it to your ear, ignoring Jaehyun’s comments as you wait for the rings to subside. 

“Helllloooo” 

“Jay, I got stuck in a fucking elevator”. 

“You’re kidding”. 

Ignoring Jaehyun’s existence, you click the facetime call button and wait a mere 3 seconds before he answers. He looks around at your surroundings in awe first before looking at your face. 

“And you’re alone?”. 

“Of course not,” Jaehyun scoffs, leaning up against a corner of the elevator with a smug look on his face. 

Johnny’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he began to mouth the words “Is that?”. You barely let him ask before nodding. He lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair before flopping onto his bed. 

“Your life is a damn k-drama”. 

You groan. 

“Tell me about it”. 

“Want me to come rescues you?”. 

You scoff.

“Just call the damn fire department so I can get out of here”. 

Johnny chuckles before promising you that he would do as you asked. You nod, saying your goodbyes before hanging up. 

“Aww so sweet” Jaehyun comments

“Please shut up” You ask before scrolling through your phone in an attempt to block him out. 

“Are you going to talk to me now?” He asks.

You sigh, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your screen. 

“Are you going to stop pretending like we both don’t know how this ends?” 

Your words hang in the air for a second. 

“Oh? And how does it end?”. 

A pause, and a bitter chuckle.

“You get your nut and I’m left alone. Been there done that and have to say, thanks but no thanks” You struggle to keep your voice level as you scroll past a cat video on Instagram.  

You feel his fingers enclose around the upper part of your arm. 

“It won’t be like that this time”. 

You scoff at his words, shaking your head at his “vow”. 

“I don’t know what is with you and Johnny lying to me when I know the truth” You counter.  

Within seconds, Jaehyun’s hand was around the screen of your phone and the next thing you knew, your phone was up in the air, above his head as you were left looking at where it had once been. You sigh heavily before turning to face him, but the rage that assaulted you was more than enough to put a crack in the mask of calm, cool and collected that you had created. You jump for the phone only for Jaehyun to move it at the last second so that it was just beyond your reach. You huff as you reach for it again, not realizing how close you and Jaehyun were until his other hand snuck up to grab your chin and force your eyes to meet his. His gaze was stern, something you don’t normally see with him. 

“Don’t ever compare Johnny and I”. 

“If the shoe fits” You snort, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Before you knew it, Jaehyun was directly in your face; Your arms drop. 

“You think so, huh? So then” He leans closer, causing you to step back. 

“Tell me”.

Another step forward. Another step back. 

“Does he fuck like me?” 

Don’t react.

“Does he remember to hold your hips in place when you’re about to cum?”

Don’t. 

“Or” His finger twirled a single curl around. 

“Can he dig you out like I can?”

You push back on his shoulders before he can finish speaking. Missing no opportunity, you lean down and grab the phone that had fallen from his hand when he stumbled backwards, thanking yourself for getting a case. Before you can even unlock it, he grabs it back. 

“Jaehyun” You hiss.

He gives you no response and instead decides to tuck the phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. You huff, not caring that he had finally got some emotion from you seeing as you were too annoyed by this point.

“What is it? What is it about me that makes it so goddamned fun to fuck with? I’m pretty sure you have other girls just waiting outside your door, legs open and willing. So why me?” You ranted, your voice rising a bit the longer your sentence went on. 

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to realize that I actually like you” He shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance. 

You bark out a humorless laugh at his statement before offering a retort. 

“Why? Why is it so hard for me to realize that? It’s you! It’s your goddamn fault!”. 

“That was years ago. In high school-”

“And college, freshman and sophomore year” You chime in, causing him to purse his lips and pause before continuing. 

“I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know any better and it was a mistake” He counters, taking a step forward. 

“A stupid kid? You fucked me over again just a few months ago!” You exclaim, to which he was absolutely silent. 

“I’m not about to be the bitch that gets played for a twelfth time. I’d rather save the shattered remains of my pride and myself from looking stupid yet again because of you” You continue, your words coming out harshly. 

He says nothing but you could see his jaw clench clearly. 

“Now” You spoke, straightening your clothing and leveling your gaze with his. 

“Give. Me. My. God. Damn. Phone”. 

Jaehyun made no moves to look away from you, his gaze holding up under the intensity of your own. 

“Make me”.

The next few seconds were a quick succession of movements. He rushes forwards, his hands cradling your face rather roughly as his fingertips nip the nape of your neck. He pulls you towards him with a strength you didn’t know he possessed, his lips finding yours easily and kissing you roughly. You find yourself enjoying the intensity of the kiss which was no doubt a result of the intense emotion and thick sexual tension. You let your fingertips grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him down rather roughly as you nipped at his lip. 

Fuck his shirt, you think as you tug on it.

I hope it rips. 

His kiss becomes bruising, his lips never allowing a breath to come out of yours as he kisses you over and over and over again. His fingers tighten around the expanse of your neck, then relax and you feel an inaudible gasp leave your lips at the feel of it. In a matter of seconds, you snap yourself back into reality, breaking the kiss and moving over to a different corner of the elevator. 

It is silent; Dead silence, save for the harsh pants coming from you both.

It takes a few moments before he speaks again.

“Why?” His question fades into nothingness.

You let out a shuddering breath, looking over at him quickly before shaking your head. 

“I should be asking you that” You retort.

Sighing, you take off your heels and slide down to sit on the floor of the elevator; You’re tired of standing.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” He asks quietly before joining you on the floor. 

“Why do you have a problem with commitment?” you snap back which, as you expected, results in silence. 

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just don’t want to commit to you?” He asked, his tone inquisitive although his words stung a bit. 

You let out a bitter chuckle before looking over at him. 

“You know, I’ve thought about that. I thought that maybe it was just me” You pause in order to turn and face him fully, mainly so you could see his reaction.

“Then I remind myself of every single time that you’ve come back to me, from high school till now. And I wonder” You pause to make eye contact with him.

“What is it about me that you can’t stay away from but can’t stay with?”. 

The sentence lingers in the air and Jaehyun offers nothing to refute that. You scoff before looking at your phone, scrolling through random posts before his voice breaks the silence. 

“I was stupid back then; immature and impressionable. I’m sorry” His voice was soft and, for once, not argumentative. 

You were rendered speechless; What could you say to that? 

Was it genuine? 

Was it another ploy? 

Did you really want to waste time figuring it out? What would happen if he was serious? Did he mean it? 

“But” his voice cuts through your thoughts. 

“What happened at the company retreat was different. It wasn’t just another one-night stand”. 

Pulling your lip balm out your pocket, you huff.  His response was definitely disappointing. 

“Could’ve fooled me” you mutter bitterly. 

“Maybe when you accept the fact that I’m not trying to fool you, this would work”. 

You give a humorless chuckle. 

“Look at your track record and tell me I wouldn’t be stupid for trusting you again” You spoke, daring him to challenge you. 

He chews on his lip quietly, not bothering to offer a response. 

You scoff for the umpteenth time.

“Why am I entertaining this?” You mutter more to yourself than to Jaehyun. 

You threw your lip balm back into your purse rather bitterly as the smallest hope that Jaehyun could’ve actually been taking you seriously dissolved into disappointment. The second that you looked up from your bag, there was Jaehyun. 

��Right in front of you, with his hands on the slope of your neck pulling you to meet his lips. You want to resist but, will you? Shit, can you?

Why do you keep doing this dance knowing how it ends and know that your heart will end up on the cutting room floor?

Your resolve isn’t hardened by the time your mouth opens up underneath. He kisses you in a way that he has never kissed you before; He moves his lips softly and unhurriedly, as if he was savoring the moment. The way his hands cradled your neck and jawline was almost tender and you were finding it more and more difficult to breathe as his lips met yours again and again and again. You let your hand rise and fall so many times, the desire to touch him, combating with your hurt fiercely. You clench them into fists at your sides for a moment before he readjusts his hands, letting one cradle your jawline as the other wraps around your waist. 

Fuck it. 

You let your hands clutch at the sides of his shirt tightly, finally kissing him back as you grip at his suit jacket; Anything higher or more intimate and you ran the risk of not being able to stop yourself. 

Jaehyun broke the kiss, brushing a few stray curls away from your face as he stared deeply into your eyes. 

“You can’t tell me there wasn’t any emotion in that”

You couldn’t even respond; Your own feelings and thoughts were working a mile a minute whilst your words were currently on lunch break. 

As if the universe decided enough was enough, you feel the elevator shake slightly. That shake was more than enough to cause you two to break apart. You push away from him quickly although your eyes are fixated on the swollen pink plane of his lips. You touch a thumb to your own briefly before fixing your clothes. Clearing your throat, you both stand in an awkward silence until it came time for the elevator to finally descend, the fire department being the welcome committee as the doors opened. You bow to them deeply, thanking them for their help. After answering a few brief questions and reassuring the paramedics that you were fine, you were pulled into a hug and the scent of the person trapping you? Unmistakable Johnny. You let out a chuckle as you gladly hug him back, wrapping your arms around his midsection. 

“You okay princess?” He whispers to which you nod and pull him closer. 

When you pull away from the hug, Johnny palms frame your face, and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. It was short and sweet, barely there. But, for some reason, it still causes you to feel terrible. Should you though? You and Jaehyun weren’t together and never were. 

 But then again neither were you and Johnny. You could feel eyes watching you, a specific pair. You know immediately who it is but refuse to turn around. Instead, you smile at the worried look in Johnny’s eyes. 

“Worried about me?” You tease before he pulls you in by wrapping a single arm around your waist. 

“Of course,” he spoke, pulling you to his side. 

For a split second you look up and Jaehyun’s eyes connect with yours immediately; You can see his eyes search yours for a split second before that concern was masked. He simply straightens his suit jacket and gives a quick wink before turning his attention back to the fire department.

“Wanna head home now?” Johnny asked quietly. 

“Yours or mine?” You asked, a bit distractedly. 

“Mine” He pulled you a bit closer as you walked towards the exit. 

The thought didn’t fill you with excitement the way it normally did, and you shook your head ‘no’. He seemed confused, immediately stopping and turning around to face you fully. He lifted your face up, moving it from side to side as if he was inspecting you. 

“Are you okay, honestly?” He asked, concern quite evident in his voice. 

You nod once. 

“I just need to be in my own bed right now” You mumbled, fumbling around in your purse for your keys. 

The kiss was finally taking effect. Johnny looked like he was mulling something over in that melon of his, looking you over once, then twice before nodding curtly.

“Let me know if you need anything?” He phrased it like a question, but you knew it was a silent command. 

Nodding, you decide to make polite small talk, as well as crack a few jokes, as you and Johnny make your way to your car. The drive to drop him off was pretty funny although all together uneventful and, when you finally drop off the aforementioned man to his doorstep, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

 It was good to know you were finally alone with your thoughts and, no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jaehyun. What he had said in the elevator, how he had kissed you, how he looked at you. The nagging thought that it wasn’t just him wanting to get his dick wet was a bit alarming as well as foreign and you were still trying to decide if it was a good change or not. What caused that change for that matter? Those thoughts followed you from your car to your front door to your couch where you plopped down unceremoniously. You huff at the day you had before slightly scolding yourself. Why is it that Jaehyun could just say some words, and, like that, you were hooked once more? Why did you give him such power when you knew he wasn’t worthy of it? He didn’t care and you know he didn’t so why was this even a conversation that you were having with yourself? Some part of you hoped that, like in the movies,  Jaehyun would show up at your door, professing his true love for you and telling you that you were all he wanted. But, as an hour stretched on into two, there was no Jaehyun and no movie worthy speech. So, you did as anyone else would and continued the remainder of your night, showering extra-long and getting yourself ready for bed. By the time 10 o'clock rolled around, you were setting your tea by your bedside, and pulling back the blanket to get underneath when your phone rang. Glancing at the number, which was unrecognizable to you, you picked up the phone. 

“Hello?”. 

“Fuck, you even sound pretty over the phone”. 

Even through the slurred words, you could tell it was Jaehyun calling you. 

You sigh heavily although a part of you wondered if you would get your happily ever after, after all. 

“Jaehyun, why have you been drinking? and who’s phone are you calling me from?”. 

“I borrowed it. It’s Taeyong’s phone. I miss you. I keep thinking about the elevator in you-I mean, you in the elevator and I-”.

“Jaehyun stop” you cut him off right there; You had to. 

You had been thinking about precisely what he was about to tell you since it happened, and you really didn’t need to think about it more. 

“Can I come stay with you for tonight? I promise I won’t be loud, and I won't be annoying. It’s just, your house is so close to where I am, and your house has something mine doesn’t” He slurred. 

You pursed your lips together.

“Yeah? What’s that?”. 

“You”. 

That answer had your stomach flipping around constantly as you wondered what to say, though you hoped that would be his answer.

“So quiet. Are you thinking?”.

“Jaehyun”. 

“My love?”. 

“Kindly stay the fuck out of my head”. 

You heard him giggle adorably to which you find a sliver of a smile making its way onto your lips. 

“Hey, if I can’t be in your head can I be in your bed?”. 

Moment ruined. Way to go Jaehyun. 

“No” You maintained. 

“Why not? I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to be around you until I sleep, and plus, I don’t want to be alone right now”. 

“Jaehyun, that’s not my problem-”

“Kitten. Please”. 

Silence. 

Dead silence.

You hadn’t heard anyone call you that name since High school sophomore year. Come to think of it, that was actually how you were introduced to Jaehyun. Your best friend at the time, Ten, had given you the nickname and introduced you to him as such, in lieu of your real name. It was a nickname that held a special place in your heart. Your resolve weakened almost immediately. 

“Please just don’t say no to me right now. I can’t go home like this. Please”.

You huffed once more, flipping the blanket up in frustration as you told him what he so desperately wanted to hear: that he could stay with you, given he goes home in the morning. 

“Thank you so much”. 

Brushing off his drunken thank you, you told him your address, staying on the phone with him as his uber came, per his wishes, while you made his makeshift bed on the couch. You placed two pillows on the couch, with a thick blanket and set up 2 Advil's and an ice-cold glass of water that you knew he would need in the morning.  

“You’re so beautiful. Like, your face is so pretty and then your body is pretty too. But in different ways”. 

You rolled your eyes, a slight chuckle actually escaping you.

“You’re just a drunken goddamn mess, aren’t you?”. 

He goes on: “I think I could kiss you all day if you’d let me. Then fuck you all night, again, if you’d let me”

He rambled on as you found some sweatpants your brother left here that you wore from time to time. By the time you were done setting up, Jaehyun was singing that he was “5 minutes away”. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?”. 

Good grief.

“Go ahead”. 

“Who was your first love?”. 

You froze.

 You were not expecting that question. 

“Another time Jaehyun” You promised, hoping that you wouldn’t have to keep it he started to ramble drunkenly again. 

It was only a matter of minutes before Jaehyun was ringing the doorbell like a maniac, unlike a sane person who would have just announced their presence over the phone. You rolled your eyes at his eagerness and, although some part of you loved it, you knew it was just because he was drunk.  You walk over to the door just the slightest bit irritated. Throwing it open, you sassed “Yes, wake up my whole goddamn neighborhood”. 

It took you a few moments before you registered what Jaehyun was wearing: a simple black button up which conveniently had the first few missing and black distressed jeans. You looked him over once more before your gaze went up to his face, to which he smiled. Not boyishly though, seductively. You moved aside so he could step in and, when he did, you closed and locked the door behind him. Before he could speak, you did. 

“Go shower. You need to sober up” you commanded. 

To which he gave a mock salute. 

“Yes ma’am”. 

You direct him to the bathroom telling him where everything is before taking his clothes from him through a crack in the bathroom door so that you could wash them for him to wear tomorrow. All the while, you contemplated just why the fuck you were doing this. What drew you in so much and why? You sat there contemplating before your mind wandered over the nickname, he had called you. It took you back, way back. 

“Ten!” you shrieked as he bought you over to meet some of his older and attractive friends. 

“It’ll be fine, stop worrying” Ten brushed off your slight anxiety. 

You knew who his friends were, there were the popular, attractive older kids who didn’t seem to have a flaw on them. By the time you got 2 fingers of his off your wrist, you were already at the lunch table. 

“Ayo Ten!” You looked over just in time to see someone clap Ten on the shoulder, smiling at him brightly before his gaze shifted over to you. 

You felt your eyes widen as your heart rate sped up ever so slightly. You were young; You didn’t come into your own yet and you were not that confident in yourself as of yet, so seeing a boy who was so breathtakingly handsome stunned you into silence.

“Oh, right, this is-” Ten paused to look back at you. 

Taking one look at your form, he rolled his eyes and tapped your chin. 

“Close your mouth Kitten”. 

Taking yourself from your embarrassing state, you hit Ten on the shoulder. 

“Fuck you” You mumbled. 

The handsome boy approached you holding out his hand with a bright smile. 

“Nice to meet you Kitten, I’m Jaehyun” You were about to reach out and take his hand before you realized what he called you. 

“My names’ not a kitten” you mumble, causing both of them to laugh. 

“I’m done” you heard a voice whisper in your ear, completely taking you from your memory and causing you to shriek slightly.

Spinning around, you found that you were now trapped between your washing machine and a wet Jaehyun. 

“Jaehyun-” You barely got his name out before he cut you off.

“That’s not how I want you to say my name” He whispered in your ear. 

His hands come down to rest on either side of you, atop the washing machine. 

He didn’t touch you, but he let his head hang a bit lower. 

“I want you to say my name the way I know you say Johnny’s” His own statement seemed to irritate him as he made a “tch” sound. 

“Johnny” He hissed. 

“Jaehyun, it’s late. Do you have to play with me right now?” You asked, utterly exhausted. 

In an instant, he pulled you against him, eliminating any and all space between your bodies. 

“I’m not playing with you”. 

“Jaehyun. Let go, I’m tired” You were not in the mood for his mind games. 

“No”.

He pulled away from the hug, lifting you unceremoniously and sitting you atop the washer so that he could look you in your eyes. 

“What do I have to do to get you to believe that I’m serious about how I feel about you?”. 

Startled by his words it took you a minute for you to actually think about it. The look in his eyes was unlike one that you had ever seen from him before and while you knew there was liquor in his system, the part of you that wanted to believe him was strong. However, as you said before, you were not about to be the bitch that got played for the umpteenth time. You needed something that would bother both you and him to prove he was serious. 

“Sleep on the couch. All night. Don’t touch me, don’t come into my room until I wake up” You dictated, the words out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

Sighing, the man in front of you nodded before backing away from you. Before you could get off the washer though, he spoke up, his voice quiet and hesitant. 

“I... I know I’m still a little drunk and I promise to honor what you want but can I…”

He’s quiet. You refuse to meet his eyes, busying yourself with the tiling of the floor.

“Could I kiss you?”.

You looked up from the floor to his face; The absolute innocent and pleading look in his eye was something he couldn’t fake, or so you’d like to believe. Letting out a small sigh, you hop down from atop the washing machine and walk over to where he stood, letting your hands frame his face. You pause, watching his eyes for any sly glint. You find none. 

His fingers wrap around your wrists, keeping your hands where they were.

You lean in, and so does he. 

The kiss was soft and somehow familiar, his lips meeting yours again and again as his hands slowly made their way to rest where they may; One on your lower back and the other on your hip. You tiptoed to continue the kiss, letting the last few seconds linger for a bit longer before you broke it. When you came down from your tiptoes, Jaehyun took your face in his hands and kissed you once more, deeply but only for a moment. The short encounter left you shell shocked. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just… so pretty” Jaehyun spoke sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. 

You nodded, clearing your throat before walking out from the washing room and into the living room, wordlessly showing him your couch. You watch as he walks over to it, quietly might you add, before heading over to your bedroom. You stop yourself at the door, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply before speaking. 

“Goodnight Jaehyun”. 

“Sleep well Kitten”. 

It was only when you closed the door that you remembered why that kiss felt so familiar; That’s how Jaehyun had kissed you on the night of the company retreat.

[iiwannabeme]

Taeyong for Elle Japan [230418]

(I've been blessed today).

[444lty]

flour - lee taeyong

oc name: Yeong Hae-Jung

word count: 611

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Yeong Hae-Jung and Taeyong had been longing for a peaceful weekend together, free from the demands and distractions of their daily lives. As the days grew shorter and the weekend arrived, they found themselves faced with a dilemma. They wanted to do something special but didn't feel like venturing out for a typical date. 

"Do you want to bake something?" Hae-Jung suggested. So, they decided to stay in and explore the magic of their kitchen.

Excitement buzzed between them as they rummaged through the cupboards, searching for a recipe that would satisfy their shared craving for chocolate. After a few minutes of deliberation, they settled on baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies—the epitome of warmth, comfort, and togetherness.

With aprons tied around their waists and sleeves rolled up, they transformed the kitchen into their private playground. Mixing bowls clinked, measuring cups were filled, and laughter filled the air as they embarked on their baking journey. Despite their lack of expertise in the kitchen, they were determined to create something delicious.

"Hey! Stop that!" Taeyong screamed out, holding his arms to shield his face. The girl just laughed and ran around the kitchen island to get away from her boyfriend, who wanted payback. 

Flour floated in the air like delicate snowflakes as they playfully tossed it at each other. The kitchen turned into a scene of sweet chaos as they ran around, exchanging mischievous grins and giggles. Taeyong wrapped his arms around Hae-Jung with a face full of pure love and admiration. 

As the first tray of cookies went into the oven, they sat side by side on the kitchen counter, their faces slightly dusted with flour, and exchanged glances filled with affection. At that moment, surrounded by the sweet aroma of baking treats, the realization of their deepening connection blossomed within their hearts.

Unable to contain his feelings any longer, Taeyong looked into Hae-Jung's eyes, his voice soft but unwavering. "Hae-Jung, I love you," he confessed, his sincerity echoing through the kitchen. Hae-Jung's heart skipped a beat as she gazed back at him, her eyes shimmering with warmth and adoration. "And I love you, Taeyong," she replied, her voice a gentle melody that matched the sweet symphony of their love.

With the words hanging in the air, they shared a tender moment—a silent kiss and hug of their affection. In that simple exchange, their connection grew stronger, their bond fortified by the simple act of baking together.

Finally, the timer chimed, announcing the completion of their homemade delights. They eagerly gathered around the oven, opening it to reveal a tray of perfectly golden-brown cookies. It was a delicious testament to their joint effort and the power of their love.

As they savoured the warm, gooey cookies, they marvelled at how their impromptu baking adventure had turned into a beautiful memory. It wasn't just about the cookies but the laughter, the mess, and the genuine connection they shared in that kitchen.

In the end, they realized that the joy of their weekend together didn't come from extravagant plans or fancy outings—it stemmed from the simple act of being present with each other, embracing the joy of the moment, and discovering the beauty of love in the most unexpected places.

And so, with flour-covered clothes and hearts full of love, they vowed to continue cherishing these little moments—whether in the kitchen or elsewhere—that would forever be etched in the tapestry of their shared journey.

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[mxrcayong]

don’t you cry bright eyes (lucas wong)

as soon as the online concert was over, she practically lunged herself out of the waiting room and into his arms. his usual kind smile and bright eyes were replaced by bloodshot eyes; ones that showed he was crying before. 

she saw the concert live in both ways; online through the livestream in the waiting room and occasionally in the wings of the stage. she had to applaud xuxi; he spent the last few months in quarantine hiding his desire to go home through smiles and performances, being loud and spending time with wayv and her - but he wanted to go home. he wanted to see his family. it’s been so long. from the hong kong protests to coronavirus to even just his job, he has been unable to see his family in person.

she wrapped his arms around him - him quick to hug her even tighter. the rest of the boys just patted them on their shoulder, walking past and letting them be alone. lucas started lifting her off the ground - the leather material of his jacket uncomfortable, but she could care less. she wrapped her legs around him as he continued to carry her - now crying into her shoulder. 

“tián xīn (sweetheart)” she mumbled the term of endearment lucas had taught her from the beginning of their relationship - it was something lucas said instead of saying ‘i love you’ before the first time he did say the l word f. they only use it when they were overflowing with love and the word ‘love’ doesn’t cut it for this reason. they also usually say it when they’re sad or fighting.

she unwrapped her legs and put them down, holding xuxi tighter as he finally put her down. “you’re doing amazing things and that’s why they say things like that - you’re doing amazing.” she whispered, knowing everyone has left them alone but still wanting lucas to know he’s the only one hearing this. “your parents are so proud of you, they are. i know you want to be with them and we will be as soon as we can, i promise.” she smiled softly as xuxi continued to tear up in her shoulder. “you’re making them proud and you’re doing so much to make people hopeful and happy. you’re a hero, an angel, my tián xīn“ 

xuxi pulled his head off her shoulder; stopping to slouch and look her into herr eyes. he pressed his lips against hers softly and tenderly; he didn’t want to rush it like he usually did when his adrenaline was high after a performance. “my baobei,” he mumbled, about to start a sentence but his voice croaked. 

“baby, you don’t have to be happy all the time.” she reminded him, using her hand to wipe his cheek of tears. “you’re human and you want to be with your family, that’s fair. you’re not exempt from emotions. i rather know you’re not okay than hide. i’m always here for you, you are my life.” 

lucas licked his lips before leaning in and kissing her again. “i want to be with my family, yes,” he mumbled, “but you’re also my family. you and the boys. i don’t want to let you guys down. i want to make you happy.” 

she sighed, now tearing up as well. she’s never seen lucas this sad before. she doesn’t recognise his eyes fully because of the contact lenses, but his brown eyes shone through and the contrast from how bright his eyes everyday of their relationship broke her heart. 

“xuxi, you make me happy by being with me.” she smiled, “you are my life, my love, my everything and you make me the luckiest girl alive. do not hide your feelings for me, i’m always here for you. i’ll support you through whatever. i’m your number one fan.” lucas pinched her cheek at the last remark, making her smile wildly and for lucas to smile wildly back. 

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later that night, xuxi and her lied in bed - facetiming lucas’s family back in hong kong. they all proclaimed the pride they had for their son - their love and their happiness. when she eventually fell asleep during the call, lucas hung up and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“you are my family,” he mumbled to himself, “you are my happiness. you give me positive energy. i want you to be my family forever.” 

and in that moment, he realised all his dreams has come true and he’s the happiest man in earth - with an amazing family, an amazing fanbase, an amazing career, and for an amazing love of his life. 

legit seeing lucas cry made me so emotional what the hell

[yourteenagememory]

Through thick and thin - Taeyong Mafia!AU

"Will you promise me to be safe?" I said, looking directly into his deep brown eyes, that were now fulfilled with nothing than worry and love. He took my face in his hands, placed a kiss on my forehead, then took my left hand and intertwined it with his. "My priority is your safety. Don't worry about me." "Taeyong, I want to come with you. I can't let you go, I can't stand being away from you and not knowing whether you're fine or not. Baby please.." "Listen Princess, we've had this discussion so many times and Im still standing right here, in front of you, I love you and I don't want to put you in danger. I will be alright, I promise." He offered me his pinky in order to make a promise like we always do and like we always did when we were kids. Taeyong and I grew up together in a small village in Korea. We were best friends, so were our parents, we fell in love and are now engaged. I loved him, with everything I could offer. He was, still is and will always be everything  to me. Just the thought of being without him caused a deep pain in my heart.

“I'd rather be hurt than letting you be hurt. I'd rather cry than seeing you cry." Tears started to build up in my eyes as I thought about what he's really about to do. “I can't lose you Taeyong, you're my world. I'm nothing without you." “Baby, you don't have to cry, you won't lose me. I'll be here whenever you need me. Just please don't be sad, I can't stand seeing you like this." he said whining and wiping away my tear.

Taeyong was in one of the biggest and most feared gangs in South Korea. He never wanted to get attached to someone as much as he is to me, he did not want to fall in love, at least not as long as he's in this business. That plan did not quite work out, obviously. Love simply doesn't have a good timing, or any timing at all.  He was my best friend and at first I didn't know about his criminal gang. He distanced himself from me more and more but somehow, he could never totally forget or ignore me. We were too important to each other. When I eventually found out about it, I was disappointed in him, I was hurt that he kept such a huge secret from me, his best friend, I was hurt he thought he couldn't trust me and I was  hurt he tried to forget me but most importantly I was hurt because he put himself into so much danger and so much criminal stuff. The boy that used to sneak into my house at night just to share his midnight snacks with me as a child, that one child with the purest smile, the purest heart and the purest personality turned out to be someone completely different than he was in front of me.

No matter how hard we tried to keep away from each other, no matter how much I wanted to help him out of this misery at first, it never worked. I needed him in my life, and so did he. I promised him to always there for him and I would always be but I wanted to help him, not support him at first. Until I was pulled into this as well. It was not Taeyong's fault, though. he never even thought of putting me in danger, he loved me, but special circumstances forced me to make a decision and I chose Taeyong, without even hesitating, and I'd always choose him again.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Moreover, we became the most powerful couple in this business. Taeyong never wanted to pull me into this but I chose it, I chose him, I chose to be with him, be there for him and keep an eye on him, hopefully forever.

I really hope you like this short drabble 

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-A

[minjiwritesstuff]

I love you

Pairing: Lucas x Reader

Genre: Smut!!, fluff

Summary: Lucas makes you feel like never before

He opened the door to your room, one arm around your waist, his lips busy meeting yours to taste your vanilla flavored lipstick. He walked with you to the bed, softly pushing you on it once you reached it. He laid you down as softly as possible, keeping his lips on yours. He rested on his right forearm and posed his left hand on your hip. His right hand was near you so he put it on the side of your head, his thumb resting on your hairline at your forehead. You almost felt like he held your head completely with only one of his hands.

His kisses were slow and passionate, he didn't want to rush anything, he had all the night in front of him. While his thumb brushed the skin of your forehead, he brushed his tongue on your soft lips. You opened your mouth and he slid his tongue inside a bit. Both your tongues were dancing together and at this exact moment, you felt Lucas' lower body connect with yours. You could already feel his hard on through his jeans. Even though Lucas was taller than you, he still managed to place himself perfectly on you, so that your lower bodies could touch and that he could still easily kiss you.

No long after that, he slid his tongue out of your mouth and went back to kissing you. The kisses became sloppier and his lips started to be less on yours. His mouth started to brush itself against your cheek, going down to your jaw. He left a trail of kisses there before going even more down to your neck. He pressed his lips to a specific place and soon you felt something different. He parted his lips and started to suck on your skin. He knew this was a sensible place for you and ever since he discovered it, it's a pleasure for him to tease you with his mouth. Your hand moved from the bed to his back. You still had all of your clothes so your hand rested on his shirt. For a few seconds, all he did was suck at the same spot but it didn't take a lot of time that he began to bite that area. A little groan escapes your mouth as he worked his magic on your skin. You could feel him smirk on your neck, he wasn't going easy and you loved it, and he knew it.

Soon enough, Lucas let go of your neck and he saw the hickey he left. He smirked even more and looked at you. With the hand that was on your hip, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lift it. You understood quickly and you moved a bit so he could take off your shirt. He rested his hand on your side again and rubbed it, going to your stomach and then your chest. He passed his hand over your boob and slid off the straps of your black lace bra. He then unclipped your bra and threw it on the ground with your shirt. Lucas smirked at the view and bit his bottom lip slightly. His mouth glued itself to your nipple and his tongue flickered over it, making you moan some. His hand massaged your other boob and you couldn't help the shivers down your spine. You moved your hand from his back to his hair and tried to hold on a second moan.

When Lucas was done, he stopped, he looked at you and took off his shirt, revealing his muscled chest. You looked at him and admired the view. Lucas smirked once again and with one of his hands, he went from your side to your pants. He didn't take long to unbutton them and he slid them off as quickly. He passed one of his long finger on the hem of your panties and licked his lips. He then passed another finger on them, and another one, until he passed his hand on your panties. He knew it was sending shivers down your spine and he liked it because he lived to tease you. With his hand, he slid your panties off and bite his lip.

You were already wet and Lucas could see it. He took his index and rubbed it down your pussy until it was close to entering you. You already needed more and he did almost nothing. When he noticed that, he chuckled sexily.

- Is my princess needy? he'd ask on his low yet sexy voice.

You'd, of course, nod, swallowing a bit hard. Lucas smiled and used his other fingers to part your wet pussy. His brushed his thumb over your clit some and smirked when you groaned. Soon enough, one of his fingers entered you pretty much easily due to how wet you already were. He pumped it in and out a few times to make you moan and when you did, he added a second one. You closed your eyes but as you did that, Lucas stopped, keeping his fingers inside of you. You opened back your eyes and stared at him.

- Keep those eyes of yours open if you want me to continue.

You nodded some but knew this would be a hard challenge. Lucas nodded at his turn and pumped his fingers and rubbed his thumb again. He slowly went at a faster pace, liking to see you struggle over only his fingers. But the way he curled them inside of you and the way his thumb pressed over your clit, you couldn't do otherwise. A few moans escaped your mouth and at each one of them, Lucas went faster.

In the end, you couldn't do it, you needed way more than his fingers. You needed his cock and you needed it now.

- Fuck me, you'd groan in an annoyed and shaky voice.

- What did you say? Lucas asked, knowing pretty well what you just asked him.

- Fuck me, you'd repeat in between moans.

Lucas nodded and stopped everything he did, taking his fingers out of you.

- As you wish princess

He took off his jeans and boxers and placed himself at your entrance. He didn't even put a condom on because he knew you both preferred it like that. He easily pushed himself into you and you moaned all the way he pushed himself in. You heard him groan lowly and he stayed like that for a few seconds to adjust to your tightness.

It didn't take more than five seconds that he started to move and you moaned again, a bit louder this time. At first, his hip trusts were slow but you knew too well that he'd go faster within minutes. Lucas loved to make a moaning mess out of you and he knew that to achieve that he had to go fast and rough. So that's what he did. Fast enough to make you moan at each trust and hard enough to make you have multiple orgasms. It wasn't long that Lucas' name came out of your mouth and that your nails dug in the skin of his back. Yukhei moaned as you scratched his back and you moaned as he went deeper.

When you first came, Lucas didn't. He was too busy enjoying the pain on his back and the heavenly feeling around his cock. He didn't even notice you came so he kept going. Your moans were getting more often and your legs began shaking more and more. You pulled his hair and wouldn't stop moaning as you felt your second orgasm come. You also knew that Lucas was close because his trusts became a bit slower and sloppier but the feeling was still the same, it was as good. Lucas would moan in your ear about how close he is and your only answers were moans. He'd kiss your neck for the last few trusts until he released himself into you, moaning deeply. That sent you over the edge for the last time of the night and you let go of your boyfriend's hair.

He stayed in you for a few more minutes before pulling out. He laid next to you and brought you close to him even though he was a bit sweaty. Lucas stared at you and kissed the side of your head before thanking you and saying how much he loves you.

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So I wrote that a while ago and since it’s been soooo long since I last posted something, I decided to treat all the Lucas biased out here. {the requests are in writing so to all those out there that requested, don’t worry, I’ll publish them eventually xx}

[justwinwin]

Not my type | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Taeyong Lee x Reader

Genre: Angst, sad ending

Prompt: #22 "Part of me just wants to find the right words to hurt you the same way you hurt me."

Word Count: 1357

TW: talks bout self image, body issues, calories xxx

"It's not that I don't like you, y/n, I just don't think you're my type"

Ouch.

Of all the things that I thought might come out of Taeyong's mouth when I confessed, this was not it. Although, I should have known better.

Countless "progress photos" and gym sessions could not prepare my already sensitive self-image. Many times, I found myself staring in the mirror wondering why I wasn't good enough for Taeyong, yet he stuck around as my best friend.

Calorie after calorie, workout after workout, progress photos after progress photos. I still wasn't up to the standards of the girls that caught Taeyong's eyes.

I may have caught his eyes, but it was only to claim me as his best friend. And yes, being his best friend was good for the first four years, but the next three years after that were hell. Finding out I was madly, deeply in love with my best friend while he bounced around from relationship to relationship. It did some damage.

And while I stand here, idiotically hopeful that I was just having a terrible nightmare, I knew that I should have known better.

Of the seven years I was best friends with him, not once did he ever consider me as more than his best friend. I was never a choice as a potential 'lover'. I was only his best friend. So I should have known better. My starstruck, loved up and naive self thought today would be different.

To be fair, he had been more touchy and close with me for the past six months. But I should have known better. His words cut deep. Seeping through layers and layers of protection that I built around myself. To protect me from who? From myself. Because my own self-image was tarnished by my own thoughts and opinions. But he broke through all those barriers with his simple "you're not my type".

I wanted to cry, to run away and never look at him ever again. I wanted to hit him and shake him. Wake him up and tell him that all the other girls are nothing. I'm the one he should be with because I understand him. I've been by his side for so long, that I know him better than his own siblings. I wanted to shout at him. Get mad and prove to him that I was worthy of the chance to hold him the way he held all those other pretty girls he'd fancied.

But I didn't. The hurt cut so deep. I stared at his face, looking for any emotion to help me understand why I wasn't good enough for him. Or to prove to me that he was lying and that I was the girl he'd been in love with all these years. But there was nothing.

He felt nothing.

"Y/n?" he questioned searching through my ocean eyes, he could read me so well. Not that it was hard, I was an open book and I carried my emotions with pride. It's what makes me human. I want him to see how much pain I'm going through right now.

"Please say something," he begged, taking a step towards me. I take a step back. A flash of hurt passed through his eyes, but with my own eyes welling up, I could have just been fooling myself.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know how I could have messed this up like this," he tried to take another step, but I repeated my previous moves, "I'm so sorry if I was leading you on throughout our friendship. You're my best friend, y/n. I don't want to lose you."

Every syllable he spoke pierced through my heart, stabbing me left right and centre.

"I love you, I really do, but not in that way." Ouch, once again.

A tear fell, and with it my heart, "please stop talking," I pleaded. My voice shaky and filled with heartache.

"Y/n" Taeyong looked so torn, but it was still not the emotions I wanted to see in his eyes. I wanted to see love in the way that I loved him. I wanted to see the light in the way he lights up my world. I wanted to see hope in the way I hoped we could finally be together. But none of that came. Instead, guilt flooded his eyes.

"Why don't you love me?" I whispered, attempting to hold myself together.

I never wanted to sound pathetic, I found that embarrassing, and quite frankly, cheesy, but all those romance novels and films finally make sense to me now. Begging and crying to the person you love was not pathetic. It was a part of being human. When you feel so strongly, the sensations coursing through your veins, your heart thundering against your chest. All of it was human, and sometimes you can't control that.

"I shouldn't have said this," I shook my head, readying myself to walk out of his room. We were supposed to watch the next marvel movie from our list. It was a weekly occurrence. But sometimes our conversations turned deep and all of a sudden all the pent-up feelings I kept inside exploded, and I found myself confessing to the man I had been in love with since high school.

"Y/n," he called out, rushing to be by my side, Taeyong grabbed my elbow to keep me in place, "please don't go; let's talk about this. I can't lose you."

"We can't go back to normal after this, Tae. It's not going to be the same, it's best if I just go," I attempt to pull my arm back, but he doesn't let go.

"Y/n, please. Let's talk about this, or at least reassure me that we will talk about it later" he begged. I looked at him, more tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"I have been your best friend for years, Taeyong, and not once did you look at me. Not once did you ever consider me as more than your friend. That hurts. It hurts so fucking much. And as much as I don't want us to stop being friends. I can't hold these feelings down any longer. I can't sit here watching you get with every girl you desire, while I hope and pray that you would finally look at me, look at me as the girl you love, not just your best friend.

I hate this so much, I hate feeling like this. I want for my feelings towards you to go away because all it has ever done is cause me pain. People say love is beautiful, but this isn't. You can't be best friends with the person you love. Because if the other person doesn't feel the same way then the other person will be in constant pain. I need to go, Taeyong, please let me go"

"You know I can't do that, y/n. I know this is fucked up and this selfish of me but I can't do that. You mean so much to me,"

There, I see it. That emotion flashing through his eyes, it's still not what I want, but it shows me how much he cares. He cares so much he's being selfish. But I can't look at him any longer without breaking down, I need to get out of his stuffy room. It's giving me a headache. I need fresh air.

"Taeyong, part of me wants to stay, but a part of me wants to find the right words to hurt you the same way you hurt me.

I know it's not your fault that this is how it turned out. My head keeps telling me that. But this hurts so fucking much, that all I can think about is how much you are hurting me. Please let me go." I pleaded, my voice coming out stronger than I thought it would. But it sent him the right message. He loosened his grip, enough to allow myself to slip my arm out of his grip, but enough to show me how much he didn't want me to leave.

But I left anyway.

[misskwonjiyong1]

Gamer Boyfriend Pt.1

Mark Lee x You (smut)

Mark was your 21-year-old boyfriend, living on campus. You entered his dorm room and found him playing video games in sweatpants and glasses. His friends were crowded around the screen in the far corner of the room. He was at it, on the floor pressing every single button on the controller left and right.

"Mark, what the hell?" you said, walking towards him. "What are you doing?"

"Playing video games," he responded in an irritated tone that suggested he's said this many times before. You interrupted him in the middle of what looked like a heated round of multiplayer combat.

And he glared at you when he said it, lips pressed together, eyebrows lowered accusingly across his face even though it wasn't your fault that he got dragged away from you right before lunch.

"I know you are, but I've been calling and texting for the last half hour! You didn't answer! Not once!" You said, hoping that he could tell that you were not just there to give him a hard time.

Mark glared at his phone on the bed next to him, wondering how it could've possibly been turned off. "Oh, word?" He picked up the phone and quickly checked his messages. "Oh, I'm sorry, babe," he said apologetically as he turned back towards you. But now a few of his friends were watching.

The hostility in their eyes was unmistakable, even if Mark didn't notice it - or maybe because Mark didn't notice it, since this whole situation wouldn't even exist otherwise. You knew that his friends were irritated with you for interrupting their game, taking Mark away from them.

Mark's friends started shouting at him before you could even speak again. "Come sit down babe," he said, gesturing you to the bed next to him.

As though nothing was wrong, as though this is what normal people who were in a relationship did - sit right by each other while they played video games. With their friends. In the middle of the day. On a weekday. When everyone had homework and midterms coming up.

"No." You swallowed nervously in front of all these guys staring daggers at your back. Mark looked at you confused and scoffed, facing the screen anyway without asking or saying another word.

Now you were infuriated. You barely got to see him because of school and work, and now that you two finally got to spend some time together he'd rather play video games with his friends. He was completely blind to what you wanted. And his friends were holding him back from the relationship you two have.

"Mark, I don't know how many times I've told you that when we're in your room it's just us. If you're going to sit there and play video games all day, I'm leaving." You said firmly.

Mark stopped playing a few minutes after you spoke up. He took off his headset, turned off his console, and put his controller away. He wouldn't look you in the eye or speak a word to you as he did. Mark's friends stayed silent throughout the whole exchange until he demanded them all to leave. They did as told, sighing and groaning as they made their way to the door.

Once they all left, you looked back at Mark. You knew he wasn't going to listen nor ask you nicely what was wrong. He wasn't all that respectful of your demands and requests like you thought he would be. Now, it's time for some tough love.

"You know, I'm sick of your shit," you said, eyes narrowed in anger.

Mark cocked his head sideways in confusion at the harsh language but kept silent out of fear that he'd just make it worse by saying anything. You stared into his clear brown eyes, trying to think about how to say what was on your mind - all the frustration and resentment that bubbled up when he ignored you minutes earlier - without getting too emotional and making things even more heated than they already were.

"Do you even care about me anymore?" You finally asked.

"What?" Mark shouted with disbelief, all fears of upsetting you disappearing in an instant. "I kicked them out like you wanted me to." He stood up and faced you.

He was furious that you'd even suggest he didn't care about you. He loved you. But you couldn't see that right now. You stared at him with your eyes slightly tearful from his anger.

"I never told you to kick them out. I told you to stop playing your fucking video games." You got teary-eyed. Almost breaking down from your frustration with him. He thought you were both doing just fine. But he was wrong. He didn't see it through your eyes.

"And I did, didn't I?" You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. Tears kept flowing down your cheeks.

"I don't see you anymore." You tried to be gentle with your words because this wasn't Mark's fault, he was just doing what his mind was conditioned to do - entertain friends, not girlfriends. But he hated it when you cried. He stood in silence for a few seconds, trying to process what you just said. And now that you said it, he realized it, too. It all made sense now.

Mark took your hand and led you to his bed. You set your backpack on his dorm room floor and straddled his lap.

"You're really cute when you're upset, you know that?" He smirked.

"Shut up." You mumbled, a small smile creeping on your face. "You know I can't stay mad at you."

Mark smiled back and wiped away the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. He took your chin between his fingers so you'd look at him. His warm brown eyes looked into yours intensely as he spoke just above a whisper.

"It's kinda hot though." He grinned mischievously.

"Yeah?" You questioned, just to be sure.

"Yeah." He nodded in agreement before leaning in to give you a kiss on the lips. You kissed back just as passionately as he held you close.

"I should probably get mad more often then, huh?" You said softly against his lips.

"Yeah." He replied tenderly before kissing you again. For once, this was what was needed all along; some alone time where no one but the two of you existed. Where no one could come between your relationship - where nothing but each other lived for that moment in time because that's all that mattered anyway. No friends or family or work or school or anyone else; only the two of you together.

The two of you stopped kissing as Mark took off your shirt and threw it on the floor. You giggled as his eyes widened in surprise seeing your bra. How could such a simple thing make his jaw drop? He traced his fingers over the intricate lace patterns, following them all around your chest until he reached the straps.

Mark hooked each one with a finger before slowly sliding them down your shoulders and arms, letting it fall to where your shirt was now resting.

You felt goosebumps go up both of your arms as Mark cupped your breasts and let out a small groan from the feel of them. The soft, smooth skin made it difficult for him to control himself. He leaned down and slowly dragged his tongue over one before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it gently, making you moan softly. You sat up a little straighter as he continued to suck at your breast.

His other hand slid down below you until he found what he was looking for, pushing his fingers past your panties and onto your bare pussy. From the warm wetness that greeted him there, he knew that you were just as turned on as he was right now - if not more so from taking off those pesky clothes. But who could blame you?

He began to rub your clit gently. You gasped as he pushed his fingers inside of you, spreading them apart so that they could reach deeper into your wetness. "God, I love it when you're wet for me," he whispered. As he slid his fingers in and out of your pussy, you moaned softly.

"Oh, fuck," you whispered. "That feels so good." He continued to rub your clit at a slow pace and once again you moaned softly, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more from you - much more than just a simple orgasm or two. You gasped again as he pulled his fingers in your pussy and then back out of you with one quick thrust. His other hand had been on the side of your head since the beginning, gently massaging your scalp while he fingered you.

"You like that?" He whispered.

"Yes," you moaned. "Don't stop." He continued to rub your clit with his fingers, pushing them in and out of you at a faster pace. You were moaning louder now as he pushed his fingers into you, again and again, stretching your pussy wide open for him. "Oh fuck yes!" You screamed as he thrust his fingers inside of you one last time before pulling them out entirely. "I'm gonna cum." Your eyes closed tightly as the orgasm took over your body - it was like nothing that had ever happened before.

You took a breather before he pushed his fingers back inside of you and began to fuck your pussy with them. "Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me," He whispered as he continued to thrust his fingers into you. "I'm gonna make you shake, you hear me?" He continued. You moaned loudly as the orgasm hit again - this time it was even stronger than before. Your body shook violently from the pleasure that had taken over your entire being, but he didn't stop there. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and then plunged them back inside of you once more, causing another intense orgasm to take place.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed.

His lips brushed against you lightly, making you shiver with anticipation. His tongue flickered across where your cleavage formed and slowly dragged downward until he hovered over one of your exposed nipples that were pebbling underneath his gaze. You gasped trying to tame how much it tickled but failed miserably which only encouraged him more; Mark flicked it softly with his tongue, knowing full well how sensitive you got there before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it like an infant craving their mother's milk.

You moaned loudly as his lips quickly found their way around your nipple. You threw your head back and ran your fingers through his hair as he took it into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Your moans echoed throughout the room as you squirmed in pleasure from him sucking on one of your most sensitive spots while he gently rubbed your clit.

You slowly grounded your pussy against his fingers, wanting more and more of him. "Fuck, you're so wet," He whispered as your temples touched.

"I want you inside of me," You breathed.

"Take my pants off." He whispered, looking up at you with lustful eyes. You slid off his sweats and boxers and threw them on the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

To be continued...

[jenotapes]

[12:00am] “so..” jeno’s voice was kept to a mumble, fiddling with his fingers as the both of you ended up in a place where you’d least expected to be on the first day of christmas– in a tight, included closet from a game of 7 minutes in heaven. a taped, freshly ripped off mistletoe dangling on the top as the two of you share small glances at each other.

“are we gonna kiss?”

his tone was gentle, leaning against the wall of the wardrobe. you could hear the muffled sounds of r&b music outside, though that alone couldn’t distract you from the fluttering situation you were in. “well, what’s to happen in a seven minutes in heaven game?” you stifle a chuckle, softly batting your lashes as you weren’t practically able to stop yourself from smiling so idiotically.

“well, i wouldn’t want the mistletoe to wait.” the thrill, gosh you were never against the idea of kissing him in the first place. the lee jeno, in front of you. with you to be exact, in the closet of all places.

the atmosphere seemed less tense than it was, feeling your breaths mingle as the tips of your fingers gently caress. the next thing you know, his thumb held your warm cheeks. “merry christmas, y/n.”