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veryajunice · 1 year ago

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i couldn't watch the documentary without crying. my xuxi... i really don't know what to say, it hurts so much. literally he said that he wanted to die. what if it had happened? what if he had committed suicide? all the stupid creatures would have loved him and been sorry for him if that had happened, right? but after a incident like that, every single those cruel who caused it would have been an 'angel' and said things like "we love you, we are so sorry, we'll miss you etc." right? after it was all over, we would literally have lost someone because of the bullshit they said without knowing anything about the truth. like what happened to moonbin, to sulli, to jonghyun, to hara and to more innocent and beautiful people like them... you remember how they left us? yeah because of some human garbage saying bad things about them, causing them for nothing and bullying them for no reason. what if we had lost one more person again, how would you live with it? even one word you say can change someone's life in every way, you know? a word can make a person live or a word can cause their end...

he was a sunshine but they stole his brightness. he lost his precious smile since then, he looks so fucking tired. when he said he couldn't eat for a while or lost his hair, i couldn't help myself crying, i felt so bad for him. and maybe some people don't know that but every single thing he said he had been through during his hiatus like not getting out of bed or losing appetite etc. are literally major depression symptoms... and it's so sad to see that someone who has the brightest smile like him was in depression like for 6 months or maybe longer... guys, he is a HUMAN like me like you like us.

a fucking stupid sasaeng ruined his life and the most heartbreaking part is that people believed that bich not him and forced him to apologise for something he even hadn't done. and the funnier thing is the "company" haven't done any single thing about it, hah- ah sorry wait the company has done something, right?! yeah just have made him apologise to this shit again and again. even he himself exposed that person, yeah because our really thoughtful (!) company never takes action. so he had to get his life in order.

and the other heartbreaking thing is when he said "i really want to be with them". lucas has always been the sunshine of the group, the mood maker of the group, the giant baby of the group... he has been there for every single of them since the beginning. and actually he still is as we have seen even though the company tried so hard to not make him obvious with a mask and a beanie lol. but you know how nct members are important to him and how he is important to the members. i really don't know how they felt about this situation... especially every wayv member, mark, haechan, chenle, renjun, taeyong and jungwoo. they all couldn't say anything about it and forced to act like nothing happened. but at least it still makes me happy to see them together and supporting each other no matter what.

though everything has been hard, my baby is so strong. i'm so glad he opens his heart to us and sharing hard times he went through. maybe we failed to protect the most loving person, our sunshine but i'm sure he will get over every single bad thing. because he has his fans, his friends, his members... i hope everything will be better for him. he deserves the world. we still love you like the first day our little giant baby. i want to see you smiling brightly again. we care about you a lot, darling. we love you wong yukhei. and i'm looking forward to seeing your new activities! fighting my man!

and one more thing... AAAAY YOOO LUCAS HAS COME BACK TO ATE THE INDUSTRY LIKE HE DID BEFORE BITCHES AND HE IS SO FREAKING GOOD WITH LONG HAIR WHAT THE HAECCKKK OAHH MY GODFD

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a-spicy-reader · 1 year ago

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Promise of Pleasure

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

If he had long hair this photo would be perfect 😅😅

Synopsis: In a night of uncontrollable passion, Lila and Lucas give themselves completely to each other, exploring the limits of their desire and connection.

You will never get tired of kissing Yukhei. The idea of getting tired is inconceivable when it tastes so deliciously sweet.

It always ends like this after more than an hour alone with the doe-eyed boy, even when he practices in approximately ten minutes. You're straddling his wide lap, thighs on either side of his narrow hips, your mouths pressed against each other in a heated kiss.

Is too good. You can do this alone, and he is fully aware. His huge hands cup his face, fingertips hooking into the back of his neck as he alternates between sucking on his top lip and his bottom lip.

He is always very intoxicating, everything you feel, see and hear is inherently Yukhei. You feel like his heart could explode through his shirt if his chest wasn't pressed against his.

It’s so domestic, huddled together on the couch, the sounds of soft tapping filling the space between the two of you. The two of you are still practically in your pajamas from the night before - the rumpled black t-shirt and black hoodie still managing to make you look unfairly good, if not more so.

He hums softly into your mouth, and only then do you realize that you've gently grasped a tuft of his long, messy black hair between your fingers as his soft tongue brushes against his.

His hands move down to soften his neck, then down to the sturdy pair of shoulders you've held so many times before in moments like this, where it's sensual and sweet, and you need to grab him just to do it. Make sure it doesn't slip between your fingertips like a sweet dream.

He groans as he has to force himself to leave, and you can feel the evidence of his arousal beneath you, snug and firm against his center. His countenance turns into a genuine pout, his irises glazed over.

"Damn, I should just call in sick or something."

You laugh, amused by his childish smile and the moan in his tone. You both know that missing practice is not an option for him, although there is no harm in expressing your frustration. Even if it makes you ten times more needy for him.

You reach up to cup his soft cheeks, thumbs stroking the warm, tanned skin. He leans into the palm of your hand, soft lips spreading into a warm smile as he looks up at you with passionate eyes.

“I’ll come when you’re done, if you want,” he tells you, stroking your hair.

He takes a deep breath through his nose to calm himself, a useless feat when you're still on top of him, warm and beautiful and all his. His hands rest on the small of your back, his fingertips tracing the skin where your shirt has ridden up.

"Of course I want you to come, my silly baby." He coos to you in a voice that's only used when the two of you are alone, meant to make you laugh in a way that makes your heart fill up with adoration like a balloon.

You lean in to kiss his soft lips once again, his chin already tilted forward in an attempt to beat you to it. It's smooth, faster than any of you would like. But it's enough.

"I'm going to kiss you so hard tonight."

The promise remains between you, igniting a new wave of desire that makes you press against him a little more firmly, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from Lucas. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer, the harsh evidence of his arousal pressing into you unmistakably.

“You better,” you murmur against his lips, the heat in his voice matching the fire in his eyes. "I will be waiting."

He smiles, his eyes darkening with unspoken promises as he brushes his lips against yours one last time, a teasing hint of what’s to come tonight. "You won't have to wait long, darling. I'll make sure of that."

With a final, lingering kiss, you reluctantly climb out of his lap, both of you panting softly, the air between you crackling with unfulfilled desire. You watch as he adjusts, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent vow hanging in the air as he prepares to leave for practice. The anticipation of what's to come tonight keeps the embers of his desire burning, ready to burst into flames the moment he walks back through that door.

Anticipation grew all day. As the hours passed, her thoughts returned to Lucas, his promise echoing in her mind. It was finally time for him to return and his excitement was palpable.

The door opened and Lucas walked in, his long black hair, slightly damp and disheveled from training, falling onto his shoulders. He wore an all-black sweatshirt set, the fabric hugging his tall frame. His eyes immediately met his, dark and intense, filled with the same desire that had boiled between you before.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“Hey,” you replied, a smile playing on your lips as you walked up to him, your curvy figure swaying with each step. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the way his gaze darkened as he took in her sent a shiver through you.

Lucas left his bag near the door and closed the distance between you in a few steps. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him. You could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, the hard surface of his chest pressing into your softness.

“I missed you,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His mouth moved against his with an urgency that left you breathless, his hands roaming your curves, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive touch.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. The feel of his lips, the taste of him, was intoxicating. You could feel his excitement growing, pressing insistently against his thigh, and it only made you want him more.

“Lucas,” you gasped when he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive skin. "Please."

“Patience, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "I promised to kiss you so hard tonight, remember?"

He pulled back a little, your eyes burning when they met his. Then, with one swift movement, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He stood next to you for a moment, his gaze roaming your body, examining every inch of you.

Slowly, he took off his hoodie, revealing the muscles on his chest and abdomen. You reached out, running your hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and strength beneath your fingertips. He shivered at his touch, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again, filled with raw need.

Lucas climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs, his hands pushing her shirt up, exposing her skin. He kissed her body, taking his time, savoring every moment. You arched beneath him, your hands gripping the sheets as his mouth moved downwards, teasing you with light kisses and flicks of his tongue.

When he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked at you, his eyes dark and hungry. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he promised, his voice a husky whisper that made your heart race.

With that, he pulled his pants down, tossing them aside. His hands caressed her thighs, spreading them apart, his gaze fixed on her center. You were already wet, aching from his touch, and when his fingers brushed against you, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips.

He leaned in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot, his tongue working its magic. You screamed, your hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, driving you crazy with pleasure. His name left your lips in a breathless chant, your body shaking as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Lucas, oh God, yes,” you gasped, your hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the orgasm that was building inside you. He growled against you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through you, sending you over the edge.

His orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as you screamed his name, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He didn’t stop, his mouth working you through the aftershocks, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, panting mess beneath him.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips glistening with his arousal, a satisfied smile on his face. He moved back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You taste amazing,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of desire.

Before you could respond, he was moving, taking off the rest of his clothes. His eyes widened as he revealed his erection, thick and hard, throbbing with need. He positioned himself between your legs, hands holding your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes, Lucas, please,” you begged, your voice shaking with anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. You both moaned at the sensation, the delicious friction, the way your bodies fit together perfectly.

correctly. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his eyes fixed on yours, full of and a mixture of love and lust.

"You're so tight, baby," he moaned, his hips beginning to move, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. "So perfect."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his back as he thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure over you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against your lips, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into you with increasing urgency. "So wet and tight, just for me."

“Yes, Lucas, just for you,” you moaned, your body arching beneath him, matching his movements, meeting each thrust with eager abandon. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies moving together, the moans and breathless sighs, the slap of skin against skin.

The pleasure grew and grew, rising higher and higher until you were on the verge of another orgasm. Lucas could feel it too, his movements becoming more frantic, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you harder and deeper.

“Come for me, baby,” he insisted, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go."

With a scream, you cried, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure so intense it left you breathless. Lucas followed you to the edge, his own release exploding inside you, filling you with his hot, pulsing seed.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, shaking after the shared ecstasy. He placed soft, tender kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, murmuring words of love and adoration.

"I love you, Lila," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

“I love you too, Lucas,” you replied, your heart swelling with the intensity of your feelings for him.

You stood there together, tangled in each other's arms, basking in the glow of your passion. The promise of more things to come lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the love and desire that brought them together.

As Lucas's breathless whisper faded into the night, the intensity between them reignited. Lila, still shaking from the aftershocks of orgasm, felt Lucas's hand sliding down her body, rough but gentle.

“Ready for more?” Lucas growled, his voice full of need.

“Yes,” Lila panted, her voice a mix of expectation and desire.

Lucas sat up, effortlessly lifting her, and turned her so she was on all fours. He admired her curvy, dark-skinned body, her blonde hair falling down her back, framing her invitingly. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and place a series of kisses along her spine, sending shivers down her spine.

His hands gripped her hips firmly, positioning her just right. She felt the head of his cock teasing her entrance again, the anticipation making her clench with need.

“please,” she whimpered, her voice shaking with raw desire.

Without further hesitation, Lucas dove into her, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden and intense sensation made them both moan, their voices echoing in the dimly lit room. He began to move, with deep, powerful thrusts, setting a relentless pace that left her breathless.

her hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you back to meet her every thrust.

Lila's moans filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel him hitting all the right spots, the intensity building inside her again. Her fingers dug into the sheets, trying to brace herself against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

He obeyed, his hips slamming into her with a force that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin against skin, filled the room, mixing with their moans and sighs. Lucas reached out, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Lucas, I'm so close,” she cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

“Come for me, Lila,” he growled, his voice husky with need. "I want to feel you coming around me."

With a scream of her name, she broke, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her shaking and gasping for air. Lucas didn't stop, thrusting into her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure until she thought she might explode from the intensity.

Feeling her tight walls squeezing him, Lucas could no longer hold back. he buried himself deep inside her, his release exploding inside her, filling her with his seed. He lay there, his body shaking with the aftershocks, before finally collapsing next to her, both of them panting and exhausted.

But the night was far from over. With a mischievous smile, Lucas turned Lila onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs again. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, his eyes dark with hunger.

Lila's eyes widened with anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through her. “Come on,” she challenged, her voice breathless but eager.

With that, Lucas began again, his movements rough and wild, driving them both to the brink of madness. The night was a blur of intense pleasure, their bodies intertwined in a primal dance of need and desire, each climax pushing them further into a state of wild ecstasy.

When dawn began to peek through the curtains, they were both completely exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Lucas hugged Lila, their hearts beating in sync, the intensity of their passion still hanging in the air.

“I told you I'd kiss you hard tonight,” Lucas whispered, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

Lila laughed weakly, her body sated and exhausted. “You sure do,” she agreed, her eyes closed as she snuggled closer to him, a satisfied smile on her lips.

And as they fell asleep, tangled in each other's arms.

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