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keehomania · 24 days

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mark + big tits!reader i feel like mark would go crazy over big tits 🤭🤭

mark is a boob guy he told me himself!

MARK LEE really did love you with his entire heart. he did everything a good boyfriend was supposed to do; he made you laugh, he treated you to brunch and dinner, he spoiled you whenever he got the chance, he made you his muse for his music, and he was never afraid to show his love openly. you were just as good to him; you laughed at all his terrible jokes, you cooked for him, made sure he felt safe enough to open up to you, and consoled him whenever he did open up. you had both steadied a bridge and crossed it without any problems.

almost, actually. see, mark had an issue of his own. unbeknownst to you, he had been battling some thoughts of his own that, for the first time in forever, he was too scared to share with you. it had to do with the way your tits were outlined and accentuated, no matter what you wore. the first time he took notice of it was when you had gone out to lunch with him and his friends. he was aware you were blessed with a bigger chest, but he really did his best to look anywhere else but there. it wasn’t until he caught jaehyun taking peeks, his gaze lingering longer than necessary on the top of your cleavage. you were oblivious, but not mark. ever since then, it was a chore to focus on anything else.

you didn’t bother dressing modestly around the house, why would you? you sported a pair of shorts and a loose, short tank top as you cooked and vacuumed. mark was sprawled out on the sofa, his eyes focused on the television, though he really didn't care for whatever shitty soap opera was currently on. it wasn’t until you came by the table to clean up, guiding the vacuum across the floor as you did so. mark couldn’t peel his eyes off you, his gaze glued to you as you bent over to reach every crack and crevice. his breath hitched in his throat as the straps of your top spilled down your shoulders, revealing a good half of your bare, huge tits. they moved with every persistent nudge of yours as you continued to work, bending down further to reach the corners. as you did so, your top went with you, spilling further down your shoulders until your nipples were peaking, the mounds of flesh now completely visible to mark.

he couldn’t ignore the way his dick hardened in his shorts, and he was completely sure you would notice and think of him as the world’s biggest creep, but he couldn’t control himself. all he wanted to do was turn the fucking vacuum off and pin you to the couch, make an even bigger mess all over your tits, than the one you were currently cleaning. you had straightened yourself and met his eyes with an oblivious smile. turning the vacuum off, you asked him sweetly, “what’s wrong, baby? everything okay?”

something inside him had overgrown the shame he had been nurturing, something dark that had to do with the ache in his cock and the sudden seriousness in his eyes. “come here,” he said, his tone low and steady. your smile faltered, thinking you had done something to piss him off, but you knew better than to question him when he seemed so serious. “what’s wrong?” you asked with a frown as you reached his spot on the sofa, towering over him as he straightened his back.

he didn’t say anything immediately, he just spread his legs out and leaned back. you didn’t catch his drift until your gaze followed his movements, stopping upin reaching the very evident tent in his shorts, resting against his thigh. you weren’t too sure what had done it for him, but you didn’t care. you had done something to make him horny and the raw sight of him so needy went past your eyes and straight to your core.

“come here,” he repeated, his voice just as low. he gestured towards his lap, patting his bare thighs for you to make yourself comfortable. with shaky legs, you obliged, planting your palms on his shoulders and letting him wrap his arms around your bare waist to adjust you some more. you felt it the second you sat down, the weight of his hard cock pressing into your shorts. no matter how clothed you were, you felt every bit of the hardness resting against your clit.

your fingers trembled around his shoulders, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep yourself fron reacting just yet. “you feel that?” he purred, his hungry eyes boring into yours. “you feel how hard you’re making me?” you could only nod quietly, trying hard to fight back against the warmth that soread through your panties, dampening them just enough for mark to notice, a smirk gracing his lips. you had never seen him so focused, so serious. the sheer weight of his gaze mixed with the way he traced circles on your hips was enough to break you.

“can you do something for me?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. you nodded in response. of course, you thought, anything for him. “take your top off for me, yeah?”

the request caught you completely off guard. there was nothing strange about it, but you had expected something more demanding. to suck his dick, get him off, or even get straight to fucking, but mark wasn’t like that. you knew better, so you obliged, pulling up the hem of your tank top and sliding it over your arms as he watched you, his gaze content and sinful. you tossed the top aside, leaning back as you allowed him to take you in with his eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted. you felt embarrassed, your elbows coming up to cover yourself, but mark was faster than you.

his hands wrapped themselves around your wrists, pulling your arms away from your chest. “don't even think about it,” he murmured, the tone of his voice enough for your arms to drop. you studied the way his eyes lit up at the sight of your bare tits, your nipples hardening under the weight of his gaze.

“i really tried to control myself, i really did,” he admitted softly. as he did so, he pulled you in closer, a gasp passing your lips as he pushed your hair to one side, giving him complete access to your neck. you arched into the feeling of his lips grazing your skin, teeth sinking into the flesh only for his tongue to caress the same spot seconds later. your tits, plump and heavy, grazed his forearms you did so. “but i can’t anymore, i’m really sorry.” you gasped as his lips travelled south, his tongue dancing over your collarbone, tinged with sweat and perfume.

“you should’ve just—fuck, told me,” you rasped out through a moan as he continued. you were so unaware of his hidden infatuation and, in fact, displeased that he hadn’t brought it up sooner. his hands attached themselves to your tits, a soft moan of relief passing his lips as he kneaded the flesh of your tits. “told you what?” he taunted as he brought his lips down around one of your nipples. “that i can’t get enough of your boobs, is that it?”

you were too caught up in the feeling of it to respond, your only reply a soft, strangled moan as your fingers tugged at his hair, bringing him further into the valley of your tits before pushing them together around his nose. he moaned, taking in the sweet scent as he probed at the thick flesh, tugging and squeezing the mounds around his face as his tongue explored the surface. “so fucking big,” he rasped as he lifted his head ever so slightly, enough for you to see the drool that glistened on his chin, before coming back down with a shake of his head. “they’re so fucking big.”

spit coated your boobs as he took one into his mouth, even though he knew he couldn't fit it all in, his other hand groping your other boob as tears filled your eyes. it had to have been some sick combination of pleasure and embarrassment, pure heat engulfing your cunt through your shorts as he sucked on your tit. he looked up at you, his eyes rimmed with hunger as he practically ate away at your boob. “get me off with them, yeah? that okay?” the request was enough to make you tremble, barely able to nod as the thought of him, so desperate and needy, fucking your tits raw clouded your mind.

you watched as he pulled his shorts down, his hard cock springing free from his boxers. it was already glistening with precum, and he didn’t even bother to stroke it before he watched you lay flat on the couch as he pushed the base of his dick against the soft mounds of your tits. “yeah, like that, come on, baby,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to rock his hips back and forth, your boobs jiggling with every thrust. you could feel the warmth of his cock, the wetness of his spit and precum mixing together, creating a sticky mess on your chest. it drove you insane, creating an even stickier mess between your thighs. it was all about the wild look on his face as he watched the way your boobs took his entire length in, the way his free hand toyed with your left tit, pulling at the nipple and squishing it against the skin of his cock as he rutted his hips slowly. the tip of his dick hit your chin and you couldn’t help but open your mouth, letting your tongue wrap around his head and take it in between your teeth as his shaft twitched between your boobs.

his groans grew louder as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against your chest with every thrust. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you felt the pressure build in your own core, his dick sliding along the underside of your chin as your tongue swirled around the tip. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum all over your tits,” he warned you, his voice tight with need. you nodded, eager for it, feeling your own orgasm building as you watched his face scrunch up in ecstasy. your hands found their way to his hips, urging him faster, pushing him closer to the edge. you could feel the pulse of his cock, the way it grew stiffer and stiffer against your skin.

with a guttural moan, he came, spurts of hot cum painting your chest and neck as his tip left your mouth and twitched against your boobs. he thrusted forward once more just to feel the warm flesh, still spurting, and you watched with wide eyes as ropes of his seed shot out, landing on your chest and stomach. you looked up at him, panting, your chest heaving with every breath as your own climax hit you like a wave, your legs squeezing together as your muscles tightened and released in a symphony of pleasure.

mark’s eyes never left yours, the sight of his cum on your skin driving him wild. he leaned in, licking the creamy liquid off your neck before grabbing your hand and guiding it to his hardening member. “don’t get tired on me, baby. who said we were done?” he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction.

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a/n: thank you to whoever requested this!! if you don’t like how it turned out lmk and i’ll redo it babe

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chenlesfavorite · 18 days

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Arriving at the race and seeing your ex after being over with him for so long, your heart plummets, like a weight dragging it deeper with every beat, the heartache growing stronger.

Despite your friends calling after you, you run, you can’t bear to look at Jaehyun, not after he did all of that to you and treated you like shit 99% of the time.

But, why was he here? And why exactly tonight? You know that he’s a fan of Chenle, but... why did he have to show up tonight? Where you’re dressed up all pretty for Chenle?

You keep running, your footsteps pounding against the pavement in rhythm with your racing heart— to the burn inside your chest. Why now? Why him?

Memories of Jaehyun flood your mind, his empty promises, him only talking to you if he needed money or if he messed something up. Him being here is the absolute worst, tonight was supposed to be you having fun and cheering Chenle on, but how could you do that now when Jaehyun is here?

Your running comes to a halt when you bump into someone, their hands immediately latching onto your shoulders to stop you from falling onto the floor. You inhale sharply as you look up at the mysterious person who caught you and it’s...

“Yuta?” Your voice comes out like a breath, your eyes widening as you examine his face carefully and you’re right, it is Yuta. The same Yuta who stood you up and made you cry over him. But, you remember him saying he doesn’t plan on coming to the races anymore so... why is he here?

“That’s right, pretty. I’m surprised you still remember me.” Yuta laughs, a not-so-friendly smile creeping up on his face as he lets go of your shoulders. You see his eyes looking at you up and down— you gulp, unsure of what to do as your eyes dart to the ground.

“Who are you dressed up for? You look...” He pauses, biting his bottom lip. “Breathtaking.” Yuta smirks. You don’t know if you should thank him or push him and start running again, although the second choice is sounding mighty better right now.

“Oh, she’s here?” You turn around once you hear a voice behind you, and well, it seems like everything is against you today. Jaehyun. Myung fucking Jaehyun has found you. You’re basically stuck between the two of them. You can’t run anywhere.

“Y/N, baby, how much I’ve missed you.” Jaehyun says but in an almost taunting way, taking your hands into his. Your fingers trembling, a tight knot forming in your stomach. “Haven’t you missed me at all?” He adds on, his face inching closer to yours— but you back your head away, not wanting him to be close to you.

“I... no, I...” You fail to form a sentence as your breathing becomes more shallow as if you don’t have enough air in your lungs. This feels like hell on earth, you don’t know what to do. You don’t want him near you, and you certainly don’t want Yuta near you either! These are the two men who’ve practically ruined your view on love.

But you can’t escape because there’s no doubt one of them will grab you and keep you at bay here. You swallow hard, your eyes looking away from Jaehyun— you slowly take your hands back, and to your surprise, Jaehyun lets your hands escape his.

“Come on, Y/N, he won’t kill you. Tell him you’ve missed him too.” Yuta whispers in your ear from behind you, making fun of you in a way. The two of them laugh, making you feel smaller and smaller. Your mind was yelling at you, telling you to push them away and run away but you couldn’t. Your feet were glued to the ground. You can’t bring yourself to do anything.

“Leave her the fuck alone.”

You recognize that voice, you know it very well. It’s Chenle.

As if it’s a reflex, you shove Jaehyun to the side and run to Chenle, immediately embracing him. He accepts your embrace and wraps his arms loosely around you. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” Chenle murmurs, gently rubbing your back.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Get away from him!” Jaehyun shouts as he stares at the two of you, his hands clench into fists. “Yeah, let her be with her boyfriend, besides, don’t you have to get ready for the race, Zhong?” Yuta says, crossing his arms as he giggles.

“She’s not going anywhere near the two of you— and let me correct you, she’s not Jaehyun’s girlfriend anymore. She’s my fucking girlfriend.” Chenle spits, his eyebrows furrowing.

You don’t know if your ears are playing tricks on you but... did Chenle just... call you his girlfriend? You feel his grip on you tighten, and your stomach starts to ache, but in a good way, there’s no doubt that the pain in your stomach is butterflies.

“Your— what?” Jaehyun glares at Chenle, letting out a scoff. “Was I not clear enough, Jaehyun? Should I repeat myself?” Chenle’s voice is low as he speaks.

“Why the hell are the two of you even here?” Chenle asks as he slowly releases you from his embrace. You stand near him, holding his hand and letting your fingers intertwine with his— you look at Jaehyun and Yuta.

“I—”

“Finally, this is where I come into play.” Yuta cuts off Jaehyun, giving him a smile that’s definitely a message for ‘keep your mouth shut.’ “Chenle, I challenge you to race against me. Nobody else on the racetrack but me and you.” Yuta drops what he’s wanted to say.

“You sure you wanna go against me, Nakamoto?”

“Positive, Zhong. The one who reaches the finish line first is the better racer and the loser has to quit racing. Sound good?” Yuta suggests.

This idea doesn't seem smart, and there’s tension between Yuta and Chenle. It's as if there's some unresolved issue between them, but you don’t know what it is.

“Sounds good to me, let Ten know that there’s a change in plans... oh and Y/N will be with me as we race.” Chenle says his final words to Yuta before walking away with you, leading you toward the racetrack.

Once there, he settles you onto the seat of his motorcycle. “Are you okay?” His gaze softens— though, just hearing his voice brings you comfort. “Yeah... I’m okay now. Thanks for stepping in for me. I was really scared.” You reply, giving him a weak smile.

“You don’t need to thank me. God, those assholes...” Chenle’s words trail off as he sighs deeply, clicking his tongue. “I had no idea they would be here, but goddamn, I’m getting them blacklisted from here.”

“I didn’t know either, I was so surprised... but, Lele, are you sure you can beat Yuta in this race?” You ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You’re nervous for Chenle, because what if he doesn’t win? What if he has to give up racing?

“Oh please, he’s nothing compared to me. You just sit tight behind me and look pretty as we race, this is gonna be an easy victory.” Chenle reassures you, a confident look on his face.

He was going to win, no doubt. There’s no way he’s gonna lose this race, especially not to Yuta.

“Okay, everyone! Seems like we have a different plan for today. I’m pretty sure you all know the ex-king of racing, Nakamoto Yuta. Well, he’s back, and guess who he’s racing against?” Ten’s voice booms throughout the racetrack, gathering everyone’s attention.

“It’s no other than our current king, Zhong Chenle! Chenle, who stole the title of ‘king’ from Yuta. How exciting, isn’t it? We’re gonna see the two best Neo racers go against one another today, let me hear those cheers!” Ten exclaims, hyping up the crowd for this race.

The bright start to shine on the starting line, where you’re sitting on Chenle’s motorcycle. The crowd starts to yell Yuta’s name as he makes his appearance on the starting line, walking confidently toward you and Chenle, with a smirk on his face.

Yuta stops at his motorcycle, his gaze landing on you and Chenle. “Ready to finally lose, Chenle?” He taunts, sounding way too sure of himself. “We’ll see about that, Yuta.” Chenle rolls his eyes, taking his helmet and securing it on his head before doing the same to you.

“Hold on tight, angel, ‘cause this is gonna be a wild ride.” He says and you nod to his words, taking a deep breath. Chenle sits at the front of the seat, his hands gripping the handlebars. You wrap your arms around his waist, nervous, but also excited.

“Seems like our racers are ready, and in 3... 2... 1... Go!” Ten shouts and the race officially begins.

Keeping true to his style, Chenle starts fast immediately, getting himself into the lead. The world blurs around you, the rush of wind and the intense acceleration creating an exhilarating sensation, to say the least.

Every single one of Chenle’s movements is controlled with such precision, every lean into the curves of the race track executed perfectly. You can feel his confidence just from the way he’s riding the motorcycle.

But Yuta starts speeding up as well, starting to close the distance between him and Chenle. Chenle glances in his rearview mirror, seeing Yuta start to catch up with him but Chenle remains relaxed, not bothered by Yuta at all.

The two of them are neck and neck— there’s another curve approaching and Chenle is going to use this to push his limits and his bike’s limits, he’s gonna beat Yuta no matter what it takes.

“Gonna speed up now, angel. Hold onto me as tight as you can.” Chenle gives you a heads up— you tighten your grip around his waist, and thank God he gave you that heads up because the way he sped up was insane.

Reaching the curve, the motorcycle goes low, it feels as if both of you are going to fall off of it but, no. Yuta falls behind Chenle, slowing down his bike once he gets to the curve.

Chenle is now much more in the lead, practically leaving Yuta in the dust. Instead of Chenle slowing down, now that Yuta’s out of sight... he keeps that same quick speed. But you can swear he’s going even faster.

“Lele! Can you slow down?” You exclaim, feeling the wind become harsher by the moment. “No can do. I told you it was going to be a wild ride.” Chenle replies, letting out a laugh.

The finishing line starts to come into view and Yuta’s nowhere to be seen. It’s almost unbelievable how easy this race is. That’s who they claimed as the ‘king of racing’? It’s no wonder that Chenle got that title instead.

He’s much more skilled, knows how to handle a motorcycle better than Yuta, and just has better tactics than him. Just how bad were the previous racers for Yuta to be named ‘king of racing’ when he’s terrible at it?

And it’s just as expected— Chenle passes the finish line first, stopping his motorcycle and taking off his helmet, running his fingers through his hair. He gets off the bike and turns to you, taking off your helmet.

But what you didn’t expect to see at the finish line was Jaehyun, waiting there. He looks pissed, most likely because Yuta hasn’t made it yet. You can feel Jaehyun’s gaze on you and Chenle and Chenle was going to use this to his advantage, to make Jaehyun jealous and let him see what he lost.

Because Jaehyun is nothing more than a forgotten chapter in your story, so why should Chenle or you care about him or what he feels?

Chenle gently places his hands on your waist, looking right into your eyes before taking a quick sneak at your lips. You know what he wants, and you want it just as badly as him. “May I?” He whispers, and you nod, without hesitation.

Chenle closes the distance between the two of you and places his lips on yours. Letting everyone at the race know that you’re his, and he’s yours.

You respond to the kiss, making your hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Deepening the kiss, a fire lit inside the both of you. You don’t care that there’s hundreds of people watching you, the only thing you’re focusing on right now is Chenle and he’s the only thing you’re thinking of.

Chenle slowly pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

That kiss is what confirms everything for you.

“I’m taking you back to my place tonight, angel.”

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NIGHT RIDER : chapter 35 — king of racing

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dreamwithlost · 2 months

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RECARGA ACONCHEGANTE

Ten x Reader

Gênero: Fluff, família feliz scr

W.C: 938

ᏪNotas: Essa aqui aqueceu o meu coraçãozinho, não costumo escrever muito sobre casais com filhos, mas acho que preciso, por que sempre me deixa feliz 😞🙏 (Pedidinho incrível!!!) Espero que gostem meus amores! Boa leitura!

Você chegou em casa depois de mais um longo dia no escritório de advocacia. O relógio marcava dez horas, e o cansaço pesava sobre você como um cobertor de chumbo. Cada passo no salto alto era um esforço, e finalmente poder retirá-los e atirá-los para longe foi uma dádiva.

Seu corpo clamava por um banho quente e a suavidade da cama, mas o silêncio da casa, que por um momento lhe trouxe alívio, começou a incomodá-la. Com duas crianças em casa, o silêncio absoluto era raro, especialmente numa sexta-feira, quando as noites eram mais longas e animadas.

— Shh, papai — Ouviu um sussurro vindo da sala, reconhecendo a voz de Chen Tao, seu filho mais velho, com apenas cinco anos. Uma risada suave de Ten, seu marido, acompanhou o sussurro, aquecendo seu coração.

— Ten? — Você chamou por seu parceiro, pousando a bolsa sobre a bancada da cozinha e seguindo o som das vozes.

Ao chegar à sala, deparou-se com uma construção improvável: lençóis pendurados sobre cadeiras e o sofá marrom, formando uma cabana improvisada, iluminada pela luz quente de um abajur que projetava sombras suaves nas paredes. Era uma visão encantadora, um toque de magia no cotidiano.

— Meu Deus — Murmurou, mas logo uma risada escapou de seus lábios — O que vocês estão aprontando?

— Vem cá, mamãe! — Chen Tao exclamou, a animação traindo o segredo que tentava manter.

Com cuidado, você se abaixou para espiar a cena dentro da cabana. A luz suave iluminava os rostos de sua família, criando um cenário que poderia ser facilmente confundido com o próprio céu. Chen estava sentado com as pernas cruzadas, balançando-se ansioso ao lado do pai. Ten segurava Liang, seu filho mais novo, que dormia profundamente nos braços fortes e protetores.

Era impressionante como Chen Tao herdara seus olhos e sorriso, mas era cheio de energia como o pai, enquanto Liang, a cópia exata de Ten, apesar de ter apenas dois anos, já demonstrava traços de sua personalidade, tranquila e observadora; "haviam nascidos trocados", você costumava brincar.

— Surpresa! — Chen gritou, erguendo os bracinhos em celebração.

No centro da cabana, a mesa de centro havia se transformado em um espaço para um piquenique noturno, coberta com lanches leves e frutas cortadas em formatos divertidos — claramente ideia de Ten, que sabia da sua preferência por refeições leves à noite.

— O que é isso? — você perguntou, um sorriso de orelha a orelha, enquanto se juntava à cena aconchegante.

— Foi ideia dos meninos. Como cheguei mais cedo, ajudei a preparar essa surpresa — Ten explicou, estendendo a mão livre para pegar a sua e depositar um beijo suave nela. — Você está se esforçando demais nesse novo escritório, precisa descansar mais.

— Mas o Liang já dormiu, mamãe! Nem te esperou — Chen Tao pontuou, orgulhoso por ainda estar acordado, mesmo que um bocejo ameaçasse trair seu esforço.

Você escorregou para o lado, levantando-se um pouco para dar um beijo em seu marido, e aproveitando para acariciar as madeixas de Liang antes de lhe dar um selar na testa.

— É que ele ainda é pequeninho, meu bem, não é um homenzinho como você — Você disse a seu filho, puxando-o para o colo enquanto ele inflava o peito de orgulho diante o elogio.

Era um fato irrefutável que desde que abriu seu próprio escritório, a rotina se tornara mais caótica. No entanto, seu amor pela profissão a fazia suportar as dores e noites mal dormidas, certa de que estava construindo um futuro melhor para seus filhos, ao lado de Ten, que também trabalhava duro. Nem todos os dias eram perfeitos, mas a certeza de que o amor de sua família a aguardava em casa tornava cada obstáculo mais fácil de enfrentar. Quando Ten ofereceu um pedaço de lanche, o levando até sua boca, você aceitou com prazer, saboreando o momento. A exaustão de minutos atrás parecia ter desaparecido, substituída por uma paz reconfortante. Se em algum momento naquela noite estava exausta o suficiente para apenas para ir dormir, ignorando tudo, não se lembrava mais, adentrar naquela cabana fora como encontrar o paraíso onde não havia mais dor ou preocupações, e mesmo se houvesse, um simples sorriso de seu marido ou filhos poderia acabar com tudo aquilo.

Você permaneceu ali, ouvindo Chen contar sobre seu dia na escola e as aventuras com o pai que chegou mais cedo. Riu ao ouvir sobre como Liang quebrou um jarro de flores e viu o desespero de Ten tentando impedir que o filho revelasse o incidente já resolvido. Cada segundo era precioso, e você se deleitou com a inocência de Chen, observando-o enquanto sua fala se tornava lenta e seus olhos começavam a se fechar, adormecendo profundamente semelhante ao irmão mais novo.

Você apoiou a cabeça no ombro de Ten e sentiu o carinho de sua mão em suas madeixas.

— É assim que eu descanso — Você confessou, olhando para aqueles olhos nos quais ainda se perdia. — Vocês recarregam minhas energias em segundos. Mas prometo que não vou exagerar, e você também não.

— Combinado — Ten respondeu, selando o acordo com um beijo gentil. — Obrigado por ter me dado essa família.

Você riu, tocada pelo agradecimento inesperado.

— Eu te amo — Sussurrou, entregue a aquela emoção transbordante.

Poderia ficar ali para sempre, cercada por esse amor inabalável. Era ali que você encontrava sua verdadeira paz, entre os lençóis desarrumados e a improvisação que transformava uma noite comum em uma memória preciosa. Nesse espaço apertado, longe do mundo, era onde a vida fazia sentido, e você sabia que nenhum outro lugar poderia oferecer essa sensação de completa paz.

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hyuzest · 2 months

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Stalker - Mark Lee

Esta é uma releitura de uma fic bem antiguinha minha dos tempos do spirit porque eu simplesmente amo esse plot e achei que combina super com o Mark <3

‼️ mark cadelinha da leitora bem perdedor do jeito que um homem deve ser s2, uns palavrõezinhos, leitora girl crush do campus porque sim

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O som das teclas de seu notebook sendo apertadas desesperadamente eram o único som que preenchia aquele pequeno quarto de dormitório em que Mark se encontrava. Era fim de semestre, o que significava que, como sempre, todos os professores decidiram passar trabalhos gigantescos de última hora, resultando em um desespero coletivo do corpo estudantil por alguns míseros pontos.

O rapaz se concentrava em sua dissertação quando foi interrompido pelo agudo som de uma notificação em seu telefone, tomando totalmente o foco do garoto. Ele mantinha a maioria dos aplicativos e chats silenciados, então aquela notificação poderia significar três coisas: sua mãe lhe lembrando de visitá-la durante o recesso, algum e-mail de um professor amargurado passando mais um trabalho ou então ela.

O canadense virou o corpo, alcançando seu telefone que estava jogado na cama ao lado de sua escrivaninha; no visor a sua notificação favorita apareceu, não conseguindo conter um sorriso bobo de se formar em seus lábios.

[ @s/n_. postou uma foto nova ]

Não demorou para desbloquear o aparelho, logo sendo encaminhado para a publicação. Ficou observando a imagem por alguns instantes, vez ou outra dando um zoom no rosto da garota, se perguntava como ela poderia ser tão bonita…os olhos brilhantes, a maquiagem que complementava cada traço seu e o sorriso bonito a deixavam ainda mais irresistível. Analisava cada aspecto, luz, contraste...a maneira que o sol iluminava seus cabelos, como sua pele brilhava, nada passava abatido nos olhos do mais velho.

Curtiu a foto após alguns minutos, reescrevendo algumas vezes um comentário na publicação antes de o enviar em um pequeno ato de coragem.

@lee_mark: gostei da iluminação!

- Gostei da iluminação..Gostei da iluminação? Que porra de comentário é esse..

Suspirou irritado, passando as mãos pelos fios escuros antes de se jogar na cama em um ato de frustração.

Seus pensamentos depreciativos foram interrompidos pelo som da porta sendo aberta e uma voz familiar lhe chamando.

- Deixa eu adivinhar..Ela postou uma foto nova?

Renjun, seu colega de quarto e amigo, comentou assim que viu a figura do garoto jogada na cama, ele sempre reagia daquela forma quando comentava algo que achava estúpido nas fotos da garota, ou seja, sempre.

- Olha Mark eu já te disse, você precisa começar a tomar atitude. A S/n não é nenhuma celebridade nem nada, não é porque ela tem, sei lá, 1.000 seguidores que é alguém inatingível, ela literalmente estuda com a gente.

Sabia que o amigo não estava errado, S/n era uma das calouras do curso de fotografia, que acabou ganhando rápida popularidade pelo jeito dócil e o talento com as fotos, além é claro de sua beleza. Era como se todos conhecessem a menina. Isso incluia Jaemin, um amigo em comum que teve o desfavor de apresentá-los brevemente nos corredores da faculdade e com isso iniciar o inferno pessoal de Mark que era gostar dela.

Okay, não era exatamente ruim assim, mas Mark se sentia totalmente indefeso, sem reação alguma perto da garota. Não sabia como se aproximar, já havia tentado,mas apenas se enrolava com as palavras o que o fazia se sentir um completo idiota, por isso mantinha sua admiração pelas redes sociais. Renjun o chamava de stalker, Mark diria que era apenas um seguidor dedicado.

- Cara eu comentei ‘gostei da iluminação’ na porra da selfie dela..

O canadense disse com certo tom de impaciência, estava cansado de se sentir tão idiota com tudo que fazia em relação a ela.

- Ah, não foi tão ruim assim, melhor que o último comentário: ‘belos dentes’ - o colega de quarto respondeu rindo, recebendo um travesseiro no rosto como resposta. - Ei! Eu não menti. Olha, dizem que ela é bem gentil e tranquila de conversar, você deveria mandar uma dm, não custa nada. Além disso, se não fizer algo logo, pode acabar perdendo sua chance.

O amigo estava certo, faziam meses que Mark estava naquela situação, S/n não era nenhum tipo de celebridade, sabia que poderia simplesmente chamá-la para conversar e, com o fim do semestre se aproximando, as chances de encontrá-la diminuiria e sabe-se lá o que poderia acontecer naquelas férias, no pior dos cenários, ela voltaria namorando.

Mark respirou fundo algumas vezes antes de desbloquear o telefone novamente, o perfil da garota ainda estava aberto. Era isso, ele só precisava de um pouco de coragem para iniciar uma conversa, não seria difícil, certo? Qualquer coisa ele poderia simplesmente mudar de nome e cidade quando o novo semestre começasse, o México parecia um bom lugar para recomeçar a vida após um fora.

Havia notado que a garota postou um story alguns minutos atrás, em que mostrava uma cafeteria aconchegante. Era a brecha perfeita para iniciar uma conversa e ele não poderia perder aquela oportunidade.

@lee_mark: O café parece bom. Onde é?

É claro que Mark sabia onde era, qualquer um que estudasse naquela faculdade reconheceria a cafeteria local em frente ao campus.

@s/n_.: É a cafeteria em frente ao campus, eu gosto bastante do latte daqui! Você já provou?

A resposta veio rápida como os batimentos do canadense, que não conseguia conter um sorriso no rosto, sendo recepcionado por uma zoação do amigo que resolveu ignorar.

Se questionava o porquê de não ter te mandado uma mensagem antes, não era tão ruim quanto imaginava e você definitivamente parecia tão gentil e doce quanto sua aparência. O mais velho molhou os lábios antes de responder novamente, ignorando totalmente o trabalho que o esperava em seu notebook.

O que ele não imaginava era que na pequena cafeteria, alguns metros dele, você estaria sorrindo igualmente boba, sem acreditar que após tantos stories, tantas curtidas nas poucas postagens do rapaz, o seu crush do curso de literatura finalmente havia iniciado contato consigo e estava disposta a fazer qualquer coisa para não deixar aquela conversa morrer.

#nct dream #nct 127 #mark lee #nct headcanons #nct oneshot #nct au #nct fluff #nct smut #nct pt br #mark lee au #wayv #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct

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solaris-amethyst · 3 months

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🪻Bella the Matchmaker🪻

✨Pairing: non idol!Xiaojun x gn!reader ✨Prompt: "My dog absolutely adore you, and you absolutely adore my dog. Whenever we see each other you, the two of you play for a good half an hour, at least. That's great and all, but what is your name?" ✨Word count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff ☀️Authors note: So what did you guys think about this one? I'm rather fond of this one if I'm honest🥰

Every day after work you'd walk to the park with a hot drink in your hand you'd sit down at the same bench every day. And without fail that friendly little beagle would come running from the path you had been walking down rushing towards you with what could only be described as pure unbridled happiness.

It had happened on accident the first time you had met the little beagle, who her owner, who was rather cute, had told you was named Bella.

Bella had ran up to you one afternoon in spring when her ball had rolled up to you and instead of picking it up and running back to her owner, she had sat down and looked at you with eyes seemingly asking when you will throw the ball for her.

You hadn't been able to refuse the little dog at the time and had indulged in her want to play and had thrown the ball far away as she darted after it and then coming almost flying back to you. Her owner had eventually made his way over calling for his dog who ignored him in favor of you giving her some ear rubs.

The man who owned Bella was really cute in your eyes, he had grayish blueish hair, beautiful eyes who were framed with a pair of glasses and a lovely smile that when directed towards you made your heart beat slightly faster.

A small friendship had bloomed between the two of you thanks to Bella and eventually you two had ended up with the habit of meeting up at the park almost every day at the same time so Bella got to see her new favorite person as her owner put it.

Today you didn't have to wait long before Bella came bounding towards you with so much energy and her owner running behind her trying to keep up with her. You let out a little laugh under your breath, he looked out of breath, running like if he had been trying to keep up with her for quite some time.

"Hello my little sweetheart!" You greeted Bella, sliding of the bench to greet the overexcited beagle, Bella greeting you with loads of kisses and tail-wags. You petted her and looked up at her owner laughing at how he was standing hunched over hands on his knees breathing loudly muttering under his breath of how he needed to get into shape if this was gonna happen every day.

"You good?" you asked as you petted his dog, snorting when he looked up at you

"Yeah... I just- I just need to catch my breath... the little devil started running the moment we entered the park fifteen minutes ago." He confessed before plopping down on the ground infront of you.

"Oh wow you must have missed me so much huh Bella? Even though you saw me yesterday." You said to the little beagle who were now sitting in your lap, enjoying your pets.

"You should hear her on the days we cannot meet up and we just walk past the park. She'll stop at the entrance we usually enters and start whining, giving me puppy eyes not understanding why we won't enter and go see you on those days." He smiled giving her a pat as well.

"Oh Bella, I'm sorry we can't see each other every day." You pout giving her head a little kiss.

After some more cuddles the two of you started to play, Bellas favorite thing was chasing the ball. As she was chasing the ball you had thrown her owner turns to you and clears his throat, cheeks slightly rosy.

"So.. umm... Bella absolutely adores you, and you absolutely adore Bella, which makes me really happy! Like whenever we see each other you play with her for a good half an hour, at least. Which is great and all... but I've realized... what's your name? I don't think I ever asked for your name nor did I introduce myself when we met for the first time." He confessed looking a bit shy and a bit awkward.

"Oh... hehe you're right. My name is y/n! It's nice to meet you...?"

"Dejun! But you can call be Xiaojun or Dj Xiao if you'd like."

"Dj Xiao?" You raise your eyebrow at him and he laughs awkwardly

"It's like a nickname you know, Dejun... Dj. Xiao is my last name." He confessed with a smile

"Well I think I like Dejun most if I'm honest. If that's okay with you?"

"That is more than okay!!" He beams "It's nice to meet you y/n or should I rather say it's nice to finally know the name of the beautiful person who I-um no I mean Bella adores." He rambles on clearing his throat. You caught his little slip-up and it was hard fighting against the smile that wanted to widen on your face.

You were just about to respond to him and hint at the fact that you might adore him as well drops of water starts to fall and soon the rain is close to pelting down.

"Oh shit we better get home, I just showered Bella I can't have her get muddy again." Dejun says before he recalls her and gets the ball put into his little bag.

"Wait! Before you go! Could I get your phone number??" you blurted out not wanting him to leave before you got his number

"Wha-you.. you want my number?!" he looked shocked at you as Bella waited for him to put on her leash.

"Yes! I might adore you as well Dejun." At this confession you looked down at your feet suddenly feeling a bit shy. Dejun stands up quickly beaming as he brings out his phone.

"Here put your number in!" you take his phone after quickly handing him your phone as well. The two of you quickly puts in each other's numbers as the rain starts pelting down now. The two of you let out screams of surprise at how hard the rain was pelting down quickly taking each other's phones back.

"Let's set up a meeting tomorrow, at a café perhaps?!" Dejun shouted over the harsh rain.

"That sounds great! We can text more once we both get home and out of this awful weather!!" You shouted back and he nodded as the two of you turned your separate ways running back home.

And despite the fact that you came home absolutely drenched you couldn't be upset because now you not only had the name and number of the cute man you've met for several days in the park thanks to his dog. Now you were also having a date with him on the very next day and things couldn't be better.

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haechwrites · 1 year

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two winners - L.DH

idol!lee donghyuck x gn!reader (first person)

synopsis: haechan has ideas when the boys are gone

wc: ~1.1k

warnings: suggestive ish, not really. idk how to write smut

A/N: this is just a blurb tbh but i wanted to thank you guys for the attention on my first work hehe <3 also this is written in first person!! as most of my works will be in the future, so i hope that's okayyy

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“okay, we’ll see you guys in a few hours. you sure you don’t want us to bring any food back?”

fully engrossed in the ending of the movie, i let haechan reply and he tells mark that we’re okay. while i was trying to piece together the last few clues before the movie reveals who the killer is, haechan is anxiously bouncing his leg as the rest of the boys leave. i put my hand on his knee and rub soothingly, thinking the movie is just exciting him. after he hears the sound of the lock, he launches himself off the couch and my hand is long forgotten.

“jesus christ, you scared me! sit back down, we’re about to find out who the killer is,” i groaned, tugging at his wrist and trying to look past his body at the screen.

“no time!” he announces. “come with me to my room.”

tearing my eyes away from the TV, i stare at him in shock as he races to his door, not bothering to check if i were following. part of me wanted to whine again until i put the pieces together myself. the boys are out? he wants me to come to his room? my heart started to race at the thought of what we were going to do, and i giggled to myself. quickly wiping the popcorn salt off my hands, i scrambled to grab the remote to turn off the TV. with a hop in my step, i scurried to his room.

and there he was standing… with a board game in his hands. he’s grinning from ear to ear and shaking the newly sealed box in my face. i look at him dumbfounded, about to protest and trudge back to the living room.

“i found a new game at the store the other day and i’ve been waiting to play it with you.” he plopped down on his rug and savagely tore open the packaging. standing there with a pout, i watched the excitement pour out of him as he sets up the game next to my socked feet. haechan whacks my calf to get me to sit down and i oblige with a huff. so this is what he wanted to do.

“and you wanted to play this while the boys were gone?”

he looked up and i gave him my best half smile, trying not to ruin his fun, even though i was hoping to have some fun myself tonight…

he sneered as he set up the board, “the hyungs like to steal my game pieces so that they don’t have to play with me.”

i couldn’t help the chuckle that left my lips and i gave in, picking up the instruction manual.

“oh my poor hyuck,” i coo, cupping his cheek.

he quickly pecked my palm and shrugged it away, “okay, game time.”

i roll my eyes and prepare myself for the natural competitiveness i was about to witness. he animatedly rubbed his hands together and briefly explained the game. without any time to waste, we started the first round.

i tried to be as invested as possible for his sake, even though the pit of my stomach had been dying for something more… exciting. and a little more active. i glanced at his lips as his tongue peeked out to wet them while he focused intensely on his next move. fumbling with my game piece, i cleared my throat and tried to snap myself out of it.

haechan looked up at me to check if i was alright, or to see if i was having as much fun as him, and i gave him my best smile. he saw right through it but he shook it off. i watched his hair bounce and noticed that one side was flat from laying on the couch earlier. i held myself back from wanting to run my hands through it. can i not play a game with my boyfriend without wanting to jump his bones?

after about half an hour, all hopes of doing something more had left my brain and i was as fully engrossed in the game as he was. i took off my sweater since it got warm in his room with my matched game spirit and tossed it on his bed. it was his anyways. doing a quick arm stretch above my head, haechan looked up from the board to see the bottom of my tank top lift.

“uh your move,” he blurted, suddenly completely flustered and fully aware of how good his significant other looked sitting in front of him.

“oh shoot, my bad,” i chewed on my lip as i thought about my next move, twiddling the piece between my fingers.

haechan shifted in his spot, watching my mouth a little too closely, but i was too focused on my game strategy to notice.

my eyes lit up when i figured out my next move, and i leaned over the board to place my next piece. my hand fell in front of his crotch to place it down and i smiled at what i thought was a really smart decision on my part. i looked up at his face, hoping to see haechan defeatedly staring at the board but he was already looking at me, only an inch away. the usual warm, honey brown in his eyes was a deep, darker shade. i almost flinched.

the look etched on his face was completely different than earlier too. there was no way his mind was on the game anymore. at this point, i realized how close i was to his face and how my body was hovering the board.

“haechan?” i whispered, trying to break his trance.

“mm?” he responded, only breaking eye contact to quickly glance down at my mouth.

“do you still wanna play?” i hold back a laugh, already knowing his answer.

he shook his head slowly but in an assured away. i smiled wide at his response and flicked the game pieces off the board before crossing to straddle his lap. i wasted no time in hooking my arms around his neck and he instinctively wrapped his around my waist. i hummed in satisfaction, finally getting my hands in his hair. the familiar buzz in my body returned.

“you know, when you asked me to come to your room when the guys left, this is what i thought we were gonna do,” i teased.

he tossed his head back and laughed, “this was probably a better idea.” he pulled me closer and swiftly pushed the board game to the side.

i lean in and ghost my lips over his. “i think so too,” i whisper before giving him a long awaited kiss.

“i was gonna win anyways," we both say at the same time.

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winwintea · 6 months

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Blame it on my Disney Wish (Prologue)

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot,

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true?

TAG LIST ▸ (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

RELEASE DATE ▸ no schedule haha... i work at my own pace guys!

WORD COUNT ▸ 1.1k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

“Could we maybe go to Disney?”

Little did Qian Kun know, was that this innocent question would be the reason why Kun, and 6 other idiots were now at Walt Disney World with you.

That day, Dong Si Cheng, Kun’s roommate, asked a simple question. That had a simple answer: No. But what happened instead, wasn’t as simple. If it were any other one of his idiotic friends he would’ve turned them down straight away, but the request had to come from the mouth of Dong Si Cheng instead. There was no way Kun could resist the temptation of seeing those eyes look dejected after he rejected that wish of Si Cheng’s.

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do.” Was what HE SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID. but he did.

As soon as Kun walked out of Si Cheng’s room, his smile quickly turned into a frown. How the hell was he going to accomplish this? They were pretty much broke college students, no freetime, and no clout. Actually the last part was a lie. They were pretty popular amongst most of the students of their school. Mingled with most people, went to parties, drank a lot, you get the gist. Yet, that wasn’t enough clout to magically grant them a Disney trip. That shit only happened in movies. Disney movies.

“Couldn’t help but overhear that sad conversation.” Kun turned his head to see a familiar face, one that happened to belong to his ‘bestie’ Ten. He was using the term ‘bestie’ lightly. They’d known each other for years, but still bickered and teased each other over everything. Ten’s real name was ‘Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul’, but of course no one could pronounce that so everyone just called him Ten instead. It made life simpler.

“Oh yeah? Like you could do anything better.”

Ten cocked his head to the side, “What? Can’t stop being a people pleaser for once and reject someone for a change?” “I’d love to see you try. Why don’t you go tell him ‘no’ instead, so we don’t have to shovel out our own money to pay for this damn trip?” Kun knew Ten loved a good challenge, and that Ten was as equally broke as he was, so maybe he could convince Ten to persuade Si Cheng.

Ten looked at him for a few seconds, rolled his eyes, and walked right into Si Cheng’s room. Kun glanced at his watch, wanting to see how long it would take.

“You don’t need to tell me Ten. I heard everything outside, I… understand.” Kun could hear Si Cheng’s faint voice from the door, and his heart ached a little. The sadness in his tone was very obvious. “I was being selfish… I’m sorry.”

“N-Nononoofcoursenot!” Ten blabbered out. Suddenly Ten opened the door again, spotted Kun and pulled Kun back into the room with him. “Tell him Kun! We were just planning the dates right, weren’t we Kun?”

Fuck this bastard. Kun could imagine it in his head. Right here, right now. His hands wrapped tightly around Ten’s neck. And when he was done, he would know exactly where to put the bo- Err… Just kidding. There would be a witness anyways. A witness that was currently giving him a puzzled look.

“Uhm… yeah yeah… yeah right we were just booking flights that’s all. And if it… sounded like we weren’t gonna go uh… we were just… joking, right?” Kun looked at Ten for support. If Ten was gonna throw Kun under the bus then he needed all the help he could get.

“Yeah yeah. We’ll go to your favorite park!” Ten winked at Si Cheng, still nervously looking at Kun. “I like all of them though…”

That’s it. Kun grabbed on Ten’s arm, as equally hard as Ten had done to him earlier, dragging him out of Si Cheng’s room once again. This time, Kun and Ten positioned themselves strategically in the kitchen where Kun’s beloved roommate wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation. However as they made their way into the kitchen to see a shorter boy standing at the sink peeling an orange. “Chenle, how the fuck do you keep getting into our dorm room?” Kun stared at Chenle as he was nonchalantly peeling his orange.

The younger boy grinned at the two. “Si Cheng gave me his spare key. He wanted to learn how to play basketball, so I’ve been teaching him.”

Chenle was a basketball prodigy and had gotten into their school on a scholarship because of it. He was only 2 grades below Kun, but somehow they shared most of their classes with each other. Chenle would always pester Kun whenever he could and did anything he could to make his life miserable. “Okay, so why are you here now? Si Cheng did not look like he was about to play basketball at all.” Chenle popped an orange slice in his mouth. “Silly! I’m here for you! Well, see I originally was going to bother you like I normally do, y’know” He ignored Kun’s glare and continued on, “But then… I was hungry so I got a snack.” He motioned to the orange in his hands and ate another slice, “Also whoever made that Pumpkin Pie, that was absolutely fire.”

“Fuck you that was my last slice” Ten crossed his arms, and joined Kun in scowling at the younger boy.

“Yeah well. Sorry. I guess. Not really. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Regardless, while eating the pie I witnessed your little disney dilemma and I have a proposal to make.” Kun eyed Chenle suspiciously as he continued on, “I’ll pay for your little trip. Flights, Tickets, Fastpasses, Food, everything!”

Kun completely forgot that Chenle’s family was loaded. He glanced at Ten then back at Chenle. “And what do you want in return? Is there a catch?”

Chenle looked at them with a more mischievous grin in comparison to the ones he had been giving them before. “No catch! You just have to take me and my best friend, y/n with you.”

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doyozen · 2 years

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quality time with nct 00 line

renjun tends to find joy in the simple things. museums, picnics, drive-in movie theaters. it doesn’t matter to him as long as it’s with you. he loves things that keep you guys busy but are fun at the same time, pottery classes and painting and wine together!! he LOVESS your creative side.

jeno, when he’s not playing games or resting, is planning your next date. he knows you hate when he spends money on you, but to him, you deserve the absolute best. he wants to buy you the most expensive dress and take you to the most expensive restaurant. no matter how much you tell him that he doesn’t need to spend money to prove his love, he insists. you’re so special to him he can’t help but give you everything he possibly can give.

haechan may be the loudest extrovert on camera but off camera he’s a sucker for staying in with you. we’ve seen how cuddly he is with his members, imagine how he is with his partner. his favorite thing in the world is putting his head on your chest with a huge blanket over the both of you, a movie on screen and full bellies from the take out you both ate prior. your heartbeat is so comforting to him. i can also see him going crazy the day you tell him you want to learn how to play his favorite game so you two can play together. MMM

jaemin gives me the same vibes as haechan, loving staying in with you and watching a movie with your favorite food. he’s a quiet guy, prefers things with you that don’t require much socializing, and you don’t mind it at all. when you’re away from each other, facetime is a godsend. he likes to set up his phone so you can watch him get ready for the day or when he’s working likes to keep an airpod in and talk to you in between. the entirety of you just brings him so much comfort.

yangyang loves spending time with you one on one more than anything but he also loves watching you get along with his best friends. even when they cringe whenever you two kiss and snuggle closer to each other, it brings a smile on his face when you get comfortable enough to joke with everyone. one of his fears was introducing you to them and say you were to not get along, but he was so relieved when the teo of you got home and you couldn’t stop gushing about how much fun you had. your favorite thing about him is how he never changes how he acts with you when you’re around other people. he love you no matter who you’re around.

shotaro seems like such the adventurous type. he wants to take you to all his favorite places, whether that be a bar, a city, or even out of the country. from the beginning of your relationship he’s made it clear that he wants to travel the world with you before you settle down, but the fact that he wanted to do it with you specifically made you fall for him more and more.

#nct #nct fanfic #oneshots #nct texts #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct dream #wayv #renjun #jeno #jaemin #haechan #yangyang

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weirdkpopgirl · 2 years

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Mine | Jaemin Fic #1

Title: Mine

Genre: College AU, best friends to lovers

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: mentions of reader being insecure, also tiny mentions her having a not-so-great childhood

Author's Note: Before, I tried to refrain from writing this trope because I thought it was a bit cliché. But I decided there was no harm in trying it. I think there are a lot of other writers who have done a better job than me. It was still fun to make this though. Hope you guys like my first longish story on here! Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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“(Y/n)-ah!”

On cue, your eyes lifted from the textbooks in front of you and found a familiar face. You acknowledged the caramel brown-haired man with a small smile. Pretending as if your heart didn’t flutter when he called your name.

Jaemin returned your smile with his adorable one and claimed the empty chair next to you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked the boy, watching as he reached for his bag.

“I was at the convenience store and picked this up for you,” He quickly explained, placing a triangle kimbap in your hand. “I got the spicy crab one you like.”

A confused frown formed on your lips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Knowing psychology major Lee (Y/n), you’ve been here since the morning on a Saturday. Which means you probably skipped breakfast and lunch,” Jaemin relayed.

“Aish…how did you know?” You admitted quietly, as you unwrapped the plastic on the kimbap. It was crazy how he knew you so well.

You guessed that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends with a person for six years. Ever since you helped him from failing the math exam in the sixth grade, Na Jaemin stuck to you like glue. Throughout middle and high school, people wouldn’t see you two without the other.

He looked at you like a proud mom when you took the first bite. “I just know you.”

You held his gaze for a second too long, cursing at yourself for blushing. Usually, the two of you were super casual with each other. In those small moments of sincerity, you felt like a million butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

It seemed that with years of friendship came blossoming feelings. You knew how stupid and cliché you were, being secretly in love with your best friend. But how could you not fall for him?

Na Jaemin was perhaps the only person who knew you the best. He knew all the things you liked and hated. He knew about your tendency to crack under pressure and the constant anxiety that ruled your mind. And he knew what cheered you up during those times, whether it was reassuring words or a warm hug from your best friend.

Jaemin…saw you in your worst moments. Maybe that’s why you fell for him. You realized it in ninth grade when your mom left the house and Jaemin was immediately at your side. He stayed the whole night, wiping away your tears and repeatedly telling you it wasn’t your fault.

But no matter how strong your feelings grew, you suppressed them to the best of your ability. You decided a long time ago that Jaemin probably didn’t feel the same way. You knew because you watched him date multiple girls in high school. Though they were short-lived like any high school relationship, he never failed to capture the heart of any girl with a charming face like his. Besides, you treasured your friendship more than some confession that could easily ruin what you already had. At least this way, he was still a part of your life and you were a part of his.

Your thoughts were interrupted by loud chatter from a group entering the study area. You didn’t even need to look to know who the six boys were. After entering high school, Jaemin made a lot of friends. Even though they could be annoying with how much bickering they did, they were a nice group of guys.

Mark was a super senior majoring in business. Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno were third-year students, just like you and Jaemin. Then there was Chenle who was a sophomore and you recently met Jisung who was a freshman.

“Ugh, how long have you been here?” Haechan groaned at the sight of the textbooks and notes laid in front of you.

You sent the boy a glare. “I have a 15-page research paper due by the end of the week. Time can’t be wasted.”

“Sheesh. Being a psychology major sounds scary,” Jeno shuddered.

You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your kimbap. Though you didn’t want to admit it, eating felt pretty nice after pulling two all-nighters and skipping meals. You were almost thankful when the attention of the group shifted to the boy next to you.

“Hey, I heard a certain someone might like you,” Mark nudged him on the shoulder.

News to him, Jaemin cocked a brow. “Really? Who?”

“Song Hyejin,” Renjun answered. “Contemporary dance major.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we share a class,” Jisung nodded.

Chenle beside him, pulled out his phone to show Jaemin a picture of her. “You know her, right?”

You peeked over at the younger’s phone. Song Hyejin…you’ve passed by her in the halls a few times. Despite being only a freshman, she quickly became popular among the guys. What was there not to like about her? She had beautifully styled hair, wore the best outfits, and had the prettiest makeup. She was sweet, talented, and surely had a whole future ahead of her.

“She’s cute I guess,” Jaemin shrugged in response.

Haechan playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Just cute? She’s a total goddess.”

A piece of you deflated at this. Insecurity was another reason Jaemin and you could never happen. There was no way that he would like you when he could have any other girl in the world. Despite how close you were, you knew that Na Jaemin was out of your league.

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

That evening, you could barely concentrate on your assignments. Your mind kept wandering back to what the guys were talking about earlier. You wondered if Jaemin was going to date Hyejin. They’d surely be a popular campus couple if they did. Jaemin was already known for his handsome visuals and charming personality.

“You’ve been staring at your computer screen for the past seven minutes.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced over to your roommate, Young-Mi who was on her bed scrolling through social media. As the one other person who went to high school with you, she had been there to witness your hopeless crush on Jaemin.

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” You muttered and closed your laptop for the night. Your work was pretty much finished anyway.

Young-Mi sat up and stretched her arms. “Are you doing anything next Monday?”

“No, why?”

“There’s a guy in my programming class. His name is Yangyang,” Your friend spoke casually. “He’s in the same year as us, and I think you guys would get along.”

You sighed already knowing where this was going. “I’m not interested.”

“Oh come on,” Young-Mi whined. “Are you going to be hung up on Na Jaemin forever?”

You turned around, suddenly feeling defensive. “What—no! It’s just…I don’t want to date anyone right now.”

“That’s the thing, you never want to date anyone,” Young-Mi huffed in frustration. “I’ve watched you turn down a bunch of guys in high school and you still do it. All because of him!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Young-Mi-yah.”

But the girl persisted. “I’m sorry to break it to you (Y/n)-ah. But he clearly hasn’t shown any interest in you over the years, and he probably never will.”

Your nails dug into the fabric of your leggings. The truth hurt a lot more said out loud.

“Come to your senses, Lee (Y/n). It’s time to move on.”

The thought of it felt like someone was stealing your breath. You’ve been stuck in this one-sided love for far too long now. No matter how you tried, you couldn’t seem to get over him. But Young-Mi was right, you were never going to get anywhere with this.

“I’ll think about it,” You mumbled before leaving to go wash up for the night.

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

Jaemin heaved a small sigh as he gave Hyejin a polite smile when she waved to him. Before she could approach him, he quickly passed by. She had asked him to have lunch with her the other day, and he couldn’t exactly say no. After that one time, he was more careful to leave first before she could get to him.

“You dodged that one pretty fast.” Jeno walked up beside him. “You’re really not interested in her, huh?”

Jaemin chuckled, “Hyejin is nice. But…”

“You still have feelings for (Y/n)?”

Jeno didn’t even need to ask. He was the only one in the friend group who knew about the boy’s “unrequited” love for you. Solely because Jeno said it was so “obvious,” and that the others were fools to not notice.

“Yeah…” Jaemin nodded sadly.

The truth was, Jaemin has been in love with you since that time you helped him out in middle school. You were always the better student and took it upon yourself to tutor him in whatever subject he was struggling in. Even though you acted like you didn’t care about others, Jaemin knew you were a kindhearted person.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you let her know?”

“It’s not that easy.” The boy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

The other truth was that Jaemin was afraid, always has been. Perhaps, you were the most precious person to him. He didn’t want to start something with you, only for it to not work out and make things awkward between the two of you. Being your best friend at the most, was the safest place for him to be at.

“If (Y/n) knows my true feelings, I could lose her,” He stated.

Jeno sighed and swung his arm around his friend. “Well, I think there’s a high chance she likes you back. And who knows, maybe you guys are soulmates or something.”

Jaemin laughed and parted ways from Jeno before heading to the cafeteria. A smile crept on his lips when he saw you eating some yukgaejang. He was getting worried because you haven’t been coming to lunch lately. You were always the type to prioritize academics over your health.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked as he sat down.

You glanced up from your phone. “Young-Mi is trying to set me up on a blind date.”

“With who?”

He crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder at the Instagram profile you pulled up. Jaemin instantly didn’t like the idea of this.

“Eh, I’ve seen better-looking guys,” He muttered, before shoving rice into his mouth. You couldn’t quite read his expression. “Are you…”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” You shrugged. “It’s not like I have any plans.”

Jaemin didn’t like what he heard. While he’s had some experience, you have never dated anyone before. Your priority of school and getting a job after college was the excuse you used. He wondered what changed your mind all of a sudden.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You tilted your head, noticing the frown he was wearing.

Jaemin met your curious eyes and quickly shook his head. “N—no. You can do whatever.”

Your shoulders dropped. “Oh…okay.”

He internally cursed at himself for saying that. The thought of you going out with some other guy didn’t sit well with him. But you were your own person who was perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Who was he to stop you?

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

On your visit home during the weekend, you had stationed yourself in the kitchen for the whole afternoon. Just as you were popping the metal pan out of the oven, your older brother, Taeyong strolled in.

His eyes immediately enlarged with interest. “You made brownies?”

“Yeah, I was just in the mood I guess,” You said, grabbing the glass of water you got earlier. “Jaemin likes sweet things you know.”

“Oh, are you guys finally a thing now?” Taeyong asked. He sat at the counter and reached for one of your chocolate treats. His actions earned a light slap on the hand with your oven mitt.

“Wait until they cool,” You lightly scolded, pretending to ignore the amused expression on his face. “And no we aren’t.”

“Huh, I thought you would be by now.” He rested his chin on his hand innocently. “Jaemin hasn’t confessed yet?”

His sudden question threw you into a fit of coughs from choking on your water. Your lovely brother shook with laughter.

“What are you talking about? He doesn’t like me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Have you ever seen the way he looks at you?”

You laughed at his ridiculous question. This was just another way of Taeyong trying to tease you.

He stood up from his seat. “Just think about it. Maybe you’ve been too focused on your feelings that you never picked up on them.”

Then yet again, your brain was left in a jumbled mess. When you think about it, maybe Jaemin dropped some hints here and there. But with his naturally flirty personality, you didn’t think he treated you any differently than other girls. Though there was always this sincerity in his words and a softness in his eyes.

You shook your head. Remembering what Young-Mi said a while back, you needed to stop these fantasies. Then again, if your own brother thought the opposite, maybe you were missing something.

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

You fumbled with the paper blue bag in your hands, as you walked toward the lecture room Jaemin was in. His Monday class always ended at 1:30 p.m. Yours ended an hour earlier, and that’s when you’d usually be in the library or study space. But you had the brownies you planned to give to him.

Jaemin often begged you for treats whenever you made them. And of course, the boy didn’t seem to leave your mind. Despite the amount of effort you put into getting over him, you just couldn’t help yourself.

Just as you spotted him standing outside the classroom door, there was another figure in front of him. One with beautifully styled hair and a designer dress you could never afford. You couldn’t compete with your round-shaped glasses, stick-straight hair, and the plain black turtleneck you often wore.

You didn’t even have to take a step forward to overhear the conversation.

“I apologize for my forwardness but…I like you, Sunbae,” She spoke shyly, bouncing on the tip of her toes. “After talking with you, I think we’re pretty compatible. Let’s date!”

It only took the tiniest of smiles to crack on Jaemin’s face for your stomach to churn. You turned in the other direction, walking as fast as possible so you couldn’t hear his response.

“You’re such an idiot, Lee (Y/n)!” You blinked away the tears that already began to form.

You didn’t understand why you were getting so emotional. Surely this wasn’t the first time you witnessed your best friend enter a new relationship. Of course, it hurt to see him with another girl. Back then you pretended to be okay because you didn’t want Jaemin to worry.

Maybe because it was Song Hyejin, someone you could never be. And now she’d have someone you could never have.

“Hey (Y/n), I was just about to text you!” Young-Mi exclaimed when she saw you were outside.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Eo, what is it?”

“Do you still want to meet the guy?” She asked with a slight pout. “I really think you should give it a shot.”

Young-Mi held up her phone with his contact information displayed. You stared at the screen, thinking back to what you saw earlier. Perhaps it was the refreshing heartache that prompted you to accept her offer without too much consideration.

As much as it broke you, it was time to give up your hopeless crush on Na Jaemin.

―・

“Wah, you really turned her down Hyung?” Jisung asked with a hand over his mouth.

Jaemin nodded to the younger and glanced over to Jeno who had a discreet smile on his face. While his other friends seemed to be confused by Jaemin’s actions, he was rather proud.

~ ~ ~

“I like you Sunbae. Let’s date!” Her eyes sparkled when she spoke to him.

The polite smile he put on was almost instinctual. The one he always wore when a girl confessed to him.

“I’m sorry Hyejin-ssi, but there’s already someone I like.” He lowered his gaze. “So I’m afraid I can’t accept your feelings.”

~ ~ ~

The slightly offended expression on her face was still clear in Jaemin’s head. She probably wasn’t used to rejection. Before, Jaemin thought he could get over you if he said yes to those other girls. But he could never fully give his heart away with you lingering in his thoughts.

This time, he decided that he needed to stop making a fool out of himself.

“Anyway, who wants to get samgyeopsal tonight?” Haechan decided to redirect the conversation. Easily persuaded, the guys were already agreeing.

“We should text (Y/n) to see if she wants to come,” Jeno mentioned, giving Jaemin a side glance.

“I think she’s going on a blind date today,” said Renjun.

Jaemin sat up. “What?! Tonight?”

“Yeah, you know Liu Yangyang? I’m pretty sure that’s who she’s meeting.”

“Oh him? He’s pretty cool,” Chenle nodded with approval.

Their words became a blur to Jaemin. He remembered you talking about this last week, not thinking you’d actually go through with it.

“I have to go,” was all he said before standing up to leave. The guys called out to him, but he ignored them.

He ran out of the commons area and stopped at the front of your dorm building. That was when he saw you looking at him with a slightly concerned expression.

“Jaemin-ah, what are you doing here?”

Grasping onto his knees as he caught his breath, he stopped to look at you. To him, you always dressed nicely. But today you were wearing a cute plaid dress over a white top, and you even put on a little makeup.

“Don’t—go—on—that date,” He panted, pressing a hand to his chest. His lungs felt like they were about to burst.

You frowned, wondering how he found out so fast. Was that the reason he came here?

“Why?” You found yourself asking. Why did he care if you were going on a date or not?

His eyes met yours and they held that unreadable gaze again.

“Because you’re mine.” He said breathlessly.

Then just as you started to process that sentence, he cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes were wide open from the initial shock. But he didn’t show any sign he was about to pull away anytime soon. And slowly you closed your eyes and let yourself melt into the kiss.

When he did pull away, you were left in a blubbering mess. A million thoughts were racing through your head.

“I—don’t understand. I thought you and Hyejin…?”

“I rejected her,” Jaemin answered plainly. You removed his hands from your neck, trying to make sense of this news.

“But why? I mean, she’s so pretty and smart. She has so much more to offer.”

“I was afraid before. But you’re the only girl I want to be with,” He interjected. “I’ve always liked you, Lee (Y/n). I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you that.”

You were left speechless for the next few moments. With your heart beating faster and hot cheeks, you could almost explode. The one person you’ve spent half your life admiring was here in front of you, admitting his feelings. This had to be a dream, right?

“Na Jaemin, you better not be playing with me,” You warned.

He looked so serious, you were almost intimidated. Then his arm snaked around your waist and he whispered. “Should I kiss you again to prove I’m not kidding?”

Jaemin took the flustered silence from you as a yes. You could feel him smiling into the second kiss, unable to contain the joy of knowing he finally had you.

***

“When did you start liking me?” You asked out of curiosity.

His response was quick. “Since the day we met. What about you?”

“Oh…I think it was at the end of middle school?” You tilted your head, thinking back to it all. “Wah, I can’t believe it took so long for us to confess.”

“Yeah, we were silly weren’t we?”

You smiled and linked arms with him. “Well, we’re together now and that’s what matters.”

“You’re right, love,” He smiled back and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

Your little moment came to an end with Haechan’s fake gagging.

“Gosh, they haven’t even been dating for 24 hours and they’re already one of those disgustingly sweet couples.”

“It took them long enough,” Jeno added.

Of course, the guys were happy to see their friends get together. Jaemin was too. No longer would he let his or your fears come in between the two of you. Though there was no way of telling what your future would be like, Jaemin fully intended on making you happy for the rest of his life.

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**For the key, when I say extreme, I mean fics that will contain darker themes.

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Frat House Series (S) MTL be into PDA (F) MTL approach someone first (F) MTL be into FWB (F) MTL gets jealous easily (F)

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Ure so funny because someone asks for a smutty one shot and probably expects the bare minimum but u go all out with a plot and freak shit 😂 With that being said...do your best with a Mark smut shot I can't wait to see what u do with it

MARK LEE (마크리) — DO AS I SAY (18+)

✧ MDNI!

your university had a way of swallowing you whole, but you welcomed it. it wasn't that you were detached or indifferent, but you had mastered the art of restraint. no one saw the tears you never cried, or the secrets you cradled like fragile relics. this place—the sprawling campus of glass and ivy—was a sanctuary for people like you. people who wore masks, hid their sins behind designer handbags, and attended charity events only to gossip about who slept with whom. it was a twisted ecosystem, where loyalty was paper-thin and friendships were only as deep as the amount of money spent over dinner.

you had a circle, too. a group of friends who mirrored you in more ways than you liked to admit. their laughter was loud, their wallets even louder. it was always about excess—who could drink more, who had the latest luxury item, who flaunted their wealth the loudest. but you? you were different. you were quieter, more calculated. you didn't feel the need to shout for attention because it came to you naturally. people were drawn to you, inexplicably, like you held a secret they were desperate to know.

mark lee was one of them, an outsider who somehow managed to worm his way into your world. he was loud, confident in a way that made you pause. he wasn't like the others, with their inherited wealth and privilege. mark had clawed his way into this school, thanks to a scholarship he barely mentioned. the scholarship wasn't just any grant; it was paid for by your father, a token of goodwill to silence a scandal at mark's previous school. money exchanged hands, victims were silenced, and mark became part of this elite institution—an unspoken debt hanging between him and your family.

he was everything you shouldn't want. his presence was a direct contrast to the smooth, polished edges of your life. he didn’t fit into the mold of your carefully curated existence, yet you were drawn to him, inexplicably, maddeningly. his rough edges intrigued you, like something you wanted to smooth out, only to find yourself cut by them instead. and donghyuck, your boyfriend of ten years, could see it. he always did. he watched as your eyes lingered a little too long on mark’s frame, noticed the way you tilted your head just so when mark spoke to you.

donghyuck was a puzzle you had long since stopped trying to solve. your relationship had become a habit, a well-worn routine you couldn’t break free from, not even when your heart wasn't in it anymore. he argued too much, pushing you with his opinions until all you felt was exhaustion. you stayed because it was easier. because after a decade together, walking away seemed like an impossible task. but he wasn’t blind, he saw the way mark fascinated you, and surprisingly, he didn’t mind. in fact, he indulged you, watching as you and mark explored the boundaries of desire that donghyuck himself couldn’t reach.

it was twisted, but you all enjoyed it in your own way. donghyuck took a strange, almost voyeuristic pleasure in watching you with mark, hating himself for liking it yet never stopping you. mark, for all his rough edges, reveled in the attention, in being the object of your desire. and you? you simply allowed yourself to drift further into the tangled mess of it all, feeling nothing but a hollow satisfaction.

but secrets have a way of catching up. no matter how carefully you tried to bury them, they clawed their way to the surface, desperate to be seen. that night—on the eve of the end of your first year, when champagne flowed like water and celebrations ran late into the night—everything began to unravel. a girl, one you hadn’t even noticed before, had stolen from you. not something trivial like a necklace or a piece of clothing, but something far more dangerous. a piece of evidence.

evidence that could send your father to prison, the same man who had orchestrated mark’s scholarship, the same man who controlled more than half the people in that room. she had stolen it, and you hadn’t even realized it until it was too late. but donghyuck had. he always did.

the locker room was dimly lit, a mix of fluorescent light and shadows that stretched across the cold, tiled floor. you pressed mark against the wall, his breath hot against your neck as your lips met in a bruising kiss. his hands roamed your body, desperate and needy, while your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, never close enough. the taste of him—of adrenaline, of something forbidden—ignited a fire in your veins, pushing you deeper into the moment.

“god, you taste like trouble,” he breathed against your lips, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. his voice was low, rough, and it made you feel powerful, like you were in control of something wild and untamed. “you like that, don’t you?” you whispered back, your lips brushing the skin of his jawline as your hands traveled down his chest. his pulse quickened beneath your touch, and you reveled in the way his breath hitched.

“i like everything about you,” he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you even closer, your bodies flush against each other. his words were almost inaudible between the sounds of your heavy breathing, the slick sound of lips on skin, and the soft moan that escaped him as your hand trailed lower, teasing. “you’re obsessed,” you teased, your voice a breathless whisper against his lips. you could feel the weight of your words sinking in, could feel the way his body responded to every little move you made, like he was entirely under your spell.

mark’s response was a muffled curse, his lips crashing into yours with a renewed hunger. his hands slipped under your shirt, fingers tracing lines along your skin that left you burning for more. his touch was demanding, urgent, but just as you were about to let yourself get lost in him, a noise cut through the air—a sharp, metallic clang that echoed through the locker room. you both froze.

your eyes darted to the source of the sound, and you felt your blood run cold. donghyuck stood at the far end of the room, a piece of metal glinting in his hands. for a moment, it didn’t register. your mind was still clouded by the heat of the moment, but then you saw her. the girl. she lay crumpled on the floor, her body still and lifeless, blood pooling beneath her head. the piece of metal donghyuck held was stained red, the same red that dripped onto the floor in a steady, sickening rhythm. your breath caught in your throat as the scene unfolded in front of you, surreal and horrifying all at once.

donghyuck, calm as ever, looked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, as if nothing had happened, he casually tucked the metal back into his pocket, his movements almost practiced. without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out, leaving the girl’s body behind like a discarded thought. the room felt suffocatingly quiet in his absence.

mark’s expression shifted from confusion to sheer horror, his face pale as his eyes darted between you and the lifeless body. you could see it in the way his hands trembled, in the way his chest heaved like he was struggling to breathe. “we have to—” his voice cracked, barely a whisper. “we have to tell someone.” you turned to him, your heart pounding in your chest, but not from fear. no, you were already calculating. donghyuck had done this for you. for your father. and if anyone found out, if anyone so much as breathed a word, it would be over. for all of you.

mark’s horror-stricken eyes remained on the body, unmoving, wide with disbelief. the girl’s blood had stained the sterile white tiles, her body lifeless in the shadow of donghyuck’s impulse. but you didn’t flinch. you didn’t blink. you didn’t even tremble. “no,” you said, your voice calm, unnervingly so. your gaze never left him, a slow, deliberate exhale escaping your lips. mark blinked, stunned by your composure, his brow furrowed in confusion. his chest heaved with frantic breaths, but all he got from you was a cold, calculated stare, one that sent chills down his spine. he opened his mouth to speak again, but you didn’t give him the chance. with swift, silent precision, you took his wrist, dragging him away from the scene before he could protest, the metallic tang of blood still thick in the air.

through the narrow hallways of the locker room, you led him, the sound of your heels echoing off the walls in rhythm with his shallow breathing. he stumbled behind you, still in shock, disoriented by the events that had just unfolded, by the way you hadn’t even reacted. his mind screamed at him to do something—to call for help, to alert someone—but his body refused to obey. instead, he followed you blindly, mesmerized by your grip, your unwavering control. you stopped only when you reached the deeper part of the locker room, where the maze of lockers gave way to a long wooden bench. you pushed him down onto it, your gaze heavy and unreadable, your silence more commanding than any words could ever be. mark collapsed onto the bench, his knees trembling beneath the weight of it all.

he should have been thinking about the dead girl, about the crime he’d just witnessed, about donghyuck standing there with that bloody piece of metal. but he wasn’t. he couldn’t. all he could focus on was you—the way your dress clung to your body, the heat radiating off you as you stood over him, unbothered, in control. his heart pounded in his chest, but it wasn’t fear that fueled it. you smiled, but it was a shallow, practiced thing, a facade that you wore like armor. you bent down slowly, your fingers threading through his hair, soft and gentle, almost tender as you tugged him closer. his face pressed into your stomach, and though there was fabric between you, he could feel the warmth of your skin, the press of your body against him. his breath hitched, his mind a mess, but all he could think about was you.

“you love me, don’t you, baby?” the words left your lips in a soft purr, so smooth and calculated that it made him dizzy. mark’s lips parted in shock, his thoughts spinning. he should have been focused on the horror of the moment, but the feel of your body against him, the scent of your skin, drowned everything out. he couldn’t think straight. his voice stammered out, broken, unsure. “yeah, of course i do.” your smile widened, a sweet, almost cruel thing, as you lifted his face from your stomach. the grip on his hair didn’t loosen, though. it stayed firm, your fingers weaving through his locks like you were in control of him now. his pulse raced beneath your touch, his body aching with a need he didn’t want to acknowledge, not now.

“that’s a relief,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper as you straightened up, stepping back just enough to let his eyes roam over you. his breath caught in his throat as you peeled the dress off with slow, deliberate movements, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap at your feet. you stood before him in nothing but a bra and panties, your skin bathed in the low light of the locker room, your confidence unwavering. he couldn’t tear his gaze away, every inch of you captivating, intoxicating. his hands twitched, desperate to touch, but frozen by the weight of what had just happened.

your eyes glittered with satisfaction as his gaze devoured you. you took a step closer, lowering yourself to him, and your lips found his in a kiss that was hot and heavy, filled with a heat that made him dizzy. his hands moved instinctively to your waist, pulling you closer as your tongues met, each movement deliberate, each touch fueling the fire inside him. he groaned against your lips, your bodies pressed tight together. you pulled away slowly, your lips brushing his cheek as you whispered, “that’s why you can’t tell anyone about what you just saw.”

his expression faltered, confusion clouding his mind as the reality of the situation tried to claw its way back into focus. his breath hitched as the gruesome image of the girl flashed through his mind again, but the sight of you, so close, so irresistible, was enough to dull the horror. “he killed her,” mark rasped, his voice barely audible. you didn’t flinch. Instead, you took his hands in yours, guiding them over your body, letting his palms brush over the swell of your breasts, down your waist, over the curve of your hips, until they rested on your ass. the heat of your skin, the softness of your body, drowned out any rational thought. “yeah, shame on him,” you purred, pausing just long enough to let him squeeze, to feel the weight of you in his hands.

you leaned in, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, “but we can’t let him go to jail. it’s over for me if he does.” you shifted slightly, letting his hands stay on you, letting him feel every inch of you. “and you don’t wanna lose me, do you?” the thought hit him like a punch to the gut. the idea of losing you, of you slipping away, made his stomach twist painfully. he didn’t know if it was the intensity of his feelings or the heat of the moment, but the thought of it broke him, made him weak. he shook his head, his voice barely a whisper as he answered, “i don’t—i won’t tell.”

relief washed over you, and it showed in the way you smiled, the way you pressed your lips to his once more. this time, the kiss was hungrier, more demanding. it felt like a reward, like a promise sealed with heat and desire, and mark let himself sink into it, unable to resist you, unable to think of anything else but you.

your fingers grazed his scalp as he sat on the bench, trembling under your touch, caught in the storm of emotions you so easily controlled. his mind was a whirl of confusion and panic, the image of the dead girl flashing briefly before his eyes. but it faded, again and again, every time you touched him, every time your skin brushed against his, pulling him back under your spell.

you could feel his tension, the way his body shook with the weight of what he’d witnessed, but you knew how to make it disappear. he was already on edge, lost in you, in the heat of the moment. his gaze followed the path of your fingers as they slid down his chest, slow and deliberate, until they reached his waist, where his breath caught in his throat. you knelt down before him, taking his face in your hands and tilting it up so his eyes met yours. “you’re okay,” you murmured, your voice soft, as if you were soothing a frightened animal. “i’ve got you.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, eyes darting to the side for a fleeting moment, as though the gruesome scene in the locker room was haunting him, begging him to act. but then your hands slid lower, over his chest, his stomach, until they stopped just above his hips, your fingers tracing the line of his waistband. the panic in his eyes dulled, replaced by something deeper, more primal, as you tugged him closer to the edge of the bench.

the soft click of your heels echoed in the silence as you placed a foot on his thigh, balancing yourself delicately. his breath hitched again as his trembling hands reached for you instinctively, but you grabbed them and placed them firmly at your waist, guiding him into touching you like you were his to worship. “you love me, right?” you purred, watching him nod, wide-eyed, desperate to please you. your hands slid to his belt, and you slowly undid the buckle with a deft flick of your wrist. “then show me.”

mark’s eyes darkened with hunger, his previous fears fading as he focused entirely on you. his hands moved on their own now, running up and down your sides, feeling the curve of your body. you slipped out of your heels, and his lips pressed reverently against your ankles, trailing kisses up your calves as he pulled your shoes off. his touch was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid to break you, but as you cupped the back of his neck and tilted his head up to meet your gaze, the heat between you grew.

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, his voice trembling with reverence. you smirked, enjoying the way he was beginning to unravel beneath you, his mind drifting away from everything else but you. his lips traveled higher, over the bend of your knees and up your thighs, until they reached the hem of your panties. he hesitated for a moment, his mind flickering back to the blood-stained scene in the locker room, the image of the girl’s lifeless body gnawing at his consciousness. but the moment you tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, the thought evaporated like smoke. he was too far gone now, too lost in the warmth of your skin, the scent of your body, the taste of your lips.

“don’t think about her,” you whispered, your words wrapping around him like a command. “just focus on me.” you didn’t have to say it twice. his lips were on your skin again, hungry and eager, as he worshiped every inch of you. his hands slid over your breasts, squeezing gently, and you let out a soft sigh, arching into his touch. the more he touched you, the more his fear slipped away, replaced by the need to lose himself in you completely.

he felt your hands move lower, grazing over the bulge in his pants, stroking him through the fabric just enough to make him gasp. his breath was ragged now, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to keep up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. “you’re doing so good,” you whispered, your voice soothing but firm, guiding him into submission. “just relax.”

he let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered himself to you, to the sensation of your hand stroking him, calming him, making him forget everything else. his hips bucked involuntarily as you continued your ministrations, the tension in his body building until he couldn’t think straight anymore. you palmed his painfully hard dick through his boxers, touch gentle as you pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring free, twitching and aching with an overwhelming heat in your hand.

his lips found yours again, desperate and sloppy, as he pulled you closer, his hands roaming over your body with increasing urgency. you kissed him back, just as messy, just as hungry, fueling the fire between you. he moaned into your mouth, his hands squeezing your ass as you pressed against him, the heat between you becoming unbearable with his hips shakily bucking into the warmth of your hand. “you don’t wanna lose me, do you?” you murmured against his lips, your breath hot against his skin. he shook his head frantically, his voice hoarse as he rasped out, “no, i don’t.”

you leaned back, straddling him on the bench, your thighs wrapping around his waist. your hand slipped away from his cock, reaching back to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts spill out, heavy and full. his eyes went wide with lust, and you knew he was yours, utterly and completely. “then prove it,” you whispered, leaning back to give him full view of your chest. his eyes devoured you, and without a moment’s hesitation, his mouth closed around one of your nipples, sucking and biting gently, making you gasp with pleasure. you could feel the weight of his heavy, bare cock twitching against your thigh, grazing your panties that desperately needed to be pulled off.

you reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly, watching his reaction as you brought him closer to the edge. he moaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “so good for me,” you murmured, the words a dark promise in the quiet of the locker room. he nodded, his eyes glazed with lust as he took your other breast in his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive peak. the feel of his hot mouth on your skin made you wetter, your panties soaked with desire. you needed him to fuck you, to fill you up and forget all about what he had seen.

you slid off the bench, pulling your panties down to expose your bare, wet pussy. mark’s eyes snapped to the sight, his breathing growing more ragged as he took in the vision before him. you stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder, and guided him to his knees. his eyes searched yours for reassurance, and you gave it to him, a nod of your head and a smirk that promised everything would be okay. he leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he kissed along your inner thigh, his tongue tracing the delicate lines that led to your center. you spread your legs wider, granting him full access, watching as his tongue flicked out to taste you. he looked so needy, so desperate for every bit of you, and it only turned you on even more.

his tongue darted out, licking along your slit, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. your hand found his hair again, your grip tightening as you pushed him closer, urging him to devour you. he didn’t need much convincing, his mouth moving against you with a hunger that was almost animalistic. you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the tension in your body coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. you knew he could feel it too, the way his grip on your hips tightened, his tongue moving faster, more insistent, but you couldn’t let go just yet, not with the sight of his cock pressing into his stomach. he swore he could cum untouched at just the sight of you.

you leaned back against the lockers, one hand in his hair, the other playing with your clit, guiding him, telling him exactly what you needed. his eyes never left yours, watching as you grew closer to climax, as your breath grew ragged and your legs began to tremble. your moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles, mixing with the slurping sounds of his mouth on you, and you knew he was getting off on it too, on being the one to make you feel this way. you felt yourself start to come undone, the warmth spreading through you like a wildfire, your body tightening around his face as he licked and sucked and assaulted your cunt, staining his jaw with slick.

mark’s eyes glazed over with desire as he watched you shudder and come, his tongue still lapping at your juices as if he couldn’t get enough. your hand in his hair tightened even more, pulling him closer as you rode out the last waves of pleasure. when you finally released him, he looked up at you with a dazzling smile, proud of himself for making you feel that way. you stepped closer, stroking his cheek with a gentle touch that belied the power you had over him.

his cock was now a throbbing ache, begging for release, and you knew it. you stepped closer, guiding him to stand, and bent down to kiss him again, your tongue tasting yourself on his lips. he moaned into the kiss, his hands automatically reaching for you, grabbing onto your ass and pulling you closer. your kiss grew sloppier, more desperate, as your hands reached for his zipper and pulled it down, freeing his cock. it sprang out, thick and heavy, and you couldn’t help but let out a little gasp of surprise.

you pushed him back down onto the bench, your body straddling him once more. your hand wrapped around his length, stroking it with the same expertise he had used on you. his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt you position yourself over him, his cock poised at your entrance. your pussy was still pulsing from your orgasm, and you knew he could feel it, could feel how wet you were for him. you looked down into his eyes, watching the need in them grow stronger, the fear and horror of what he had seen fading away as you lowered yourself onto him.

his cock slid into you with a groan, filling you up completely, stretching you out until you felt like you might split in two. you began to rock your hips, riding him with a slow, steady rhythm that had him panting and cursing underneath you. his hands found your breasts again, squeezing them as he watched you take him deeper and deeper. your eyes never left his, the intensity of the moment keeping you both locked in a silent battle of wills. his thoughts of the girl were gone, replaced by the overwhelming desire to please you, to make you scream his name.

you leaned in, your breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered, “so sweet to me, always listening,” your voice was a siren’s call, luring him deeper into your web of seduction. he nodded, his eyes glazed with lust, and you felt a thrill of power run through you. your hips picked up the pace, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the locker room. “i'll do whatever you say,” is all you needed to hear. he was lost in you now, his eyes never leaving your face, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you fucked him harder and faster.

his thumb found your clit and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, and your moans grew louder, your movements more erratic. your orgasm was building again, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. you could feel his cock swelling inside you, and you knew he was close too. “cum inside me,” you panted, your voice a desperate plea. “i want to feel you fill me up, promise me you won’t say anything.” his response was a grunt of agreement, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, sending you spiraling over the edge once more.

you threw your head back, your eyes squeezed shut as you came, your body spasming around his cock. he followed you, his hips bucking up into you as he filled you with his hot cum, the sensation making you clench around him even tighter. your walls pulsed around him, milking him dry, and he let out a guttural moan of pleasure, his body shaking with the force of his climax.

for a moment, you both sat there, panting and sweaty, his cock still buried inside you. then, with a sly smile, you leaned down to kiss him, your tongue darting into his mouth, tasting yourself on him. he kissed you back, his hands still gripping your hips tightly, his breathing uneven. he didn’t have to speak, his silence was what you asked for in the first place. you got what you wanted, you always did.

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a/n: elite was such a good show until it wasn’t

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Requests Are CLOSED!

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I'm in the mood to bust out a few oneshots, I feel like after all these years my masterlist is quite scarce (I wonder who's fault that is).

If you're new here and want a feel for my work, here's my masterlist and my most recent work

RULES:

Before you request, here are some things to remember:

Sending me a request doesn't guarantee it'll be done

I might say I'll do a request and lose inspiration for it and it may not be posted, or be posted at a way later date

You can send multiple request with different members but please don't spam. I'll just trust you'll be reasonable and not request for every single member on my list or something lol.

Do not pressure me about when your request will be finished. Tying in to the last bullet, don't message me over and over thinking I missed your first one

Limit requests to my ask box, it's neater that way

If you can, try not be vague. Even if it's "Taehyun x Reader with ___ kink" that's better than "asking me to just write about a member "can you write about Taehyun?"

keep an eye out for prompts I reblog if you want to see me write for an idol but don't have ideas for a request!

x Member isn't off limits, but I'm much less inclined to accept those

Lastly, if you want to request female idols, message my other acc @espressohyun

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Locked Away: Ten Lee x Reader (Vampire AU)

✨ Happy Birthday to my Bae 🎂

Summary: Being in the Supernatural Control Force for over 150 years now raids are a regular part. What you didn't expect was this time to find a hostage.

A/n: Happiest 27th to my love. Hehe I liked writing this.

W/c: 2.1k

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"Xiaojun and Mark to the right, Hendery, follow me" you said as you took the safety valve off, of your gun, the others did the same. "May I go first ma'am?" Hendery asked, you simply shrugged. You two followed the corridor that brought you to a wooden door, you put a finger to your lips to ask him to quiet down. He nodded and the two of you tried to listen in, there was a sound of chain at a distance, you could tell it was at a lower altitude. With one smooth pull you broke the lock thanks to your enhanced strength. Hendery again walked up front. "Careful of the stairs ma'am" He said and you nodded. You both tried to be light on your feet, the closer you got the more the rustle of the chains was heard, the person was trying to gain attention. "Ma'am! Ma'am it's a person! A- a vampire" he said. "Shh!" You said.

You could see the blood red eyes, he wasn't fed for a long time. The closer you got the more familiar the smell got, the smell of lemon and Sandal wood. Him?! Your mind went. "Ten?" You whispered under your breath, you were taken aback as if your sky was crashing down on you. Those blood red eyes shifted to look towards you. You could hear some grunts. "Ma'am it's looking this way!" Hendery said jumping behind you, "I can see that. Call Yangyang for the Blood bags, quick", you channeled your walkie talkie to Xiaojun and called him over, these rails were too stiff for you to do anything to them alone. He was beside you in no time, the movements inside the room however were very sloppy, he could barely move, the slight rotting tinge told you that he hasn't been fed for at least 2 months, which was probably back when the gang leaders were just caught.

This hideout was way too secluded and spotting it took time. If this was any other vampire they would probably have turned into a live corpse and you would've had to kill them, but this is Ten one of the elders that went missing more than a century ago. Now, things were a bit clear as to why finding and then locating this hideout was so difficult. You and Xiaojun took hold of the bars and on a count of three pried the door open, Mark put a hand and door was taken off the hinges and set apart. Hendery and Yangyang walked in but you stopped them "We need to check him first, be careful". You got a funny smell as soon as you walked into the room, you looked at Xiaojun and saw he smelt it too. A groan was heard from the one in chains.

You went to grab onto them but "Wait Y/n" Xiaojun stopped you "It's silver, wear gloves" he said and you all pulled your gloves out of your pocket and put them on. You slowly untangled him from the chains first. He could barely move a muscle. "It's! It's Elder Ten! Who went missing almost a century ago" Hendery said, Yangyang glared at him but he never saw that. "A hundred and nineteen years" you said quietly.

"Y-Y-Y/nnnn?" He groaned, his voice was hoarse and dry. "Please stay quiet, sir, we'll entangle you in a moment" you said, in your professional voice. Even Xiaojun was a bit shocked at that. When he was untangled, you checked his vitals, his body was warm and his skin was soft, his lips had almost turned blue and so were his finger tips. "Yangyang" you said and he came up with the 3 blood bags he had. You tore open one and put it to his lips, but he coughed it out. You tried to give him a bit more but he coughed it all out.

"His body can't cope with the blood" Mark said. "Maybe if we" Xiaojun said and stopped but you knew what he meant in an instant you bore your teeth on your wrist and made a scar and held it to Ten's mouth, a few drips on his tongue and he gulped, no he didn't cough this time. He drank some more and weakly pushed your hand away with a low "No" it was almost a whisper. The color of his lips and fingertips were back, but he wouldn't drink anymore from you, "Sir, I insist you drink some more" you said, but he shut his lips and looked away.

"Break the chains" you said and stood up and walked a few steps away. "Careful of the silver pins in the legs" you said, that smell still bothering you.

Suddenly, the lights lit up and Winwin appeared at the entrance, "This should help" he said "The rest of the hind out has been cleared, as soon as sir, is recued we'll seal the-"

"Y/N!" You heard Xiaojun call and you hurried to him, he showed you Ten's leg "the pin had some poison capsule, it broke when we pulled the pins out" he said

"You're still in the force? Still her puppy huh? Xiaojun?" Ten spoke up "I can deal with the pain, I'm used to it" he said. But this wasn't any normal poison, the smell you were getting until now was of Wisteria, if it gets too mixed with blood, it gives a burning sensation you had to be quick.

"Pick him up, carefully, Mark and bring him to the van we'll go to the Qians first" you said.

"It would be beneficial for you and us if you restrict your movement, sir" you said and walked out of the basement. You still remember when you last saw him after the Cold-Lykan war, your side the Cold ones won. However, the hybrid children, that was the main aspect of the war were decided would be locked away in isolation. Ten didn't want that, he went against the council and kept them under protection. The two of you could rarely meet during those times, you would have loved to join him but you had your own duty being a member of the force. Then suddenly, one day you received news that he went missing. You had looked at so many places, you turned the world upside down but never found him.

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"He's awake, the wisteria poisoning has washed off" Xiaojun informed you in your office. It's been 3 days since you rushed Ten at Qian Kun's house, he was a former friend and a healer so you trusted him. "Good" you said.

"I'll handle the evening, you should go" he said. "Go where?" You asked, knowing very well what he meant, but you can't, you just can't bring yourself to go there yet. All these years you were sure that either he was dead or he didn't want to be found, and you made peace with that in your mind. But, now you feel like everything is getting messed up, was he captured all this time? You had a thousand questions and you didn't know if you should try to get the answers. "He said he won't feed until you go there" Xiaojun said, and your eyes went wide, as looked at Xiaojun who nodded. You begrudgingly got up handing over the responsibilities for the rest of the evening until night to him and drove off towards the Qians.

"What did you need? Elder?" You asked, bowing. "Did you look for me?" He asked, looking at you and sitting up. "Yes sir, it was part of my duty" you said still officially. Ten stood up and walked towards you, you didn't know what he wanted but you stood your ground stiffly. He now stood close to you looking deep into your eyes suddenly he dipped his head to your neck. For a second there you thought he was about to bite you but he placed his head on your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat and you cursed at it, you were over him, yes, you were, he just acts this way and your heart goes all zoomie.

"What's wrong Sir?" You asked. "Please" he said and he almost dropped but you held him. You helped him back to bed, and turned around but felt his hand on your wrist. "Please" he said again. "What?" You asked, "Stay" he said and pulled you down on the edge of the bed "I'm sorry" he said, you looked at him, his eyes looked in pain. You decided you needed to know everything, you shook off your arm and got up and left the room, leaving Ten alone to think that you left. You went to Kun to get the blood tonic he was supposed to give Ten and brought it back. His eyes lit up at your sight. "Drink" you said, taking a seat beside him, he obeyed you word to word.

"What happened?" You finally asked when he was done. "A few days after we stopped talking-" he was interrupted by you "You meant after you drove me and Xiaojun away when we tried to help you? I can't even speak all the shit you had spewed" you said. "I was shit talking okay! I could not let you get into a false position with the council. They would have marked all of you rogues!" He said, which was shocking to you, "I couldn't let you lose that spot you worked and trained all your life for! After that day, a few days went quiet, almost too quiet. Then I received intel that an assassination was planned to kill the kids, I couldn't let that happen so I thought of getting them out of there hence I planned, it seemed fool proof. But, we were ambushed, there were too many Lycans , I couldn't save them Y/n" he said, he was trembling, you took his hand in his.

"Then they drugged me, all I remember after that is weakness and dizziness. They took vials and vials of my blood for testing in exchange just gave me some animal blood after long periods, just to keep me alive and my blood flowing. They used to bring in lots of hostages, killed them in the process of testing, I wished I would too, it felt like forever but just sometime before you all came one time they all suddenly left and ran" he said "then you found me, I was so weak with lack of blood and those silver shackles that I couldn't even break them. 119 years I was down there, I didn't- I didn't even" he broke down and you hugged him tight.

"You're safe now. We caught them, the leaders, I'll catch every last one that was involved in this. We have enough proof to let them rot the rest of their lives in our aconite prisons" you said "I'm so sorry I couldn't find you sooner. I had lost all hope, I thought you were dead somehow, after I found out those kids, I gave them proper burial. We never found a trace of you" you said "Xiaojun and I didn't leave any stones unturned but we never found you. You should have come to us, to me". You said, holding him tighter.

"It's not your fault they moved my location so many times, I don't even know through what they just drugged me and I used to wake up in a new rooms of darkness" he said. You pulled him apart and looked into his eyes "You are safe now, Ten" you said "I won't let anything happen to you. Never" you said. At that moment he grabbed your neck and attacked your lips, you were stunned, you haven't done this in ages, you haven't had him in your arms in ages. "Please kiss me back, please" he said, connecting his forehead to yours, it almost sounded like a plea. This time you connected your lips to his, you intertwined your hands around his neck tightly so that he never disappears again. "I missed you so much" he mouthed against your lips. He bit on your lip and you just granted him access, you would never let anyone near him again.

You parted and he said "I'm sorry, I should have told you. I think that could have saved all of us some troubles" he said and you couldn't agree less.

He pulled you close to him and planted kisses along your jaw as he went lower to your neck, he bit down lightly piercing his fangs, as you instantly felt euphoria coursing through your veins. He stopped and licked the wound, sending a chill down your spine.

"COULD YOU AT LEAST CLOSE THE DOOR!!" you heard a heavy voice say and turned to see a very mortified Lucas at the door. "I thought let me go greet Y/n and see Ten hyung, but you two are at it here" he said shaking his head.

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