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jina-juhi · 7 months

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Feels like

you can love again.

Pairing : Johnny × fem!reader

Rating : 18+

warning: smut with plot, protected sex, i tried fluff? fluffy sex? and heart break. and basically all things sex. oh alcoholism. cute sex? plus doggy style plus face sitting:) oral m/f

word count : 4.5k

summary : I could fuck you, right here, right now, but only if you'd ask.

[if you wanna skip to the smut part just go straight down]

Playlist

all too well, Taylor Swift

you heard me, Heather Sommer

1 step forward, 3 steps back, Olivia rodrigo

graveyard, halsey

right where you left me, taylor swift

wouldn't come back, Trousdale

ghost of you, Selena Gomez

company, Justin Bieber

yours, Raiden

crushing, illenium

begin again, Taylor Swift

feels like, Gracie Abraham

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When all is said and done, and the person you loved is no longer there, what's left to do? How do you cope when you've given your all, only to find yourself empty, a mere shell of your former self? It's like being left with nothing but bones and muscles, a broken machine barely keeping you going.

So, how do you restart? How do you function when they've taken everything and left you with nothing? How do you shift your mindset to believe that this is all for the better? And most daunting of all, how do you open your heart to love again?

It feels like trying to breathe without air, as if the very essence of life has deserted you, leaving behind a jagged landscape of shattered pieces. It's dangerous to get too close to those sharp edges, so you stand alone and don't let anyone close. Trying to find yourself again.

Stand alone and contemplate what you've gotten yourself into and what you've done to yourself. How could you have ignored the warning signs? They were crystal clear. How could you have not predicted it? Too innocent.

Too gullible to let him in.

Thinking about it now feels pointless. "He was a nice guy, but he was too caught up in himself. He never really saw me. He claimed he did, but I never felt truly understood," you confide while he brews your coffee.

"I never felt loved by him," you add, as he sets the mugs on the counter—one for each of you. It's a chilly evening, and the cafe where he works is quieter than usual. You're a regular here; it feels like a safe haven, a place where you can find comfort in familiarity. You accept your coffee in silence, opting not to say more.

"Take a deep breath," he urges, his voice gentle as he nods, trying to seem strong and supportive. "How?" you reply absentmindedly, staring out the window where the fog thickens by the second. The ache in your heart grows, and despair overwhelms you as you fall back into the familiar trap of negative thoughts.

"He wasn't giving you what you needed. You shouldn't have to beg for love. Believe me when I say it's for the best that he's gone." He says.

"I loved him."

"You did, Maybe you still do, but people change," he interjects gently, his gaze fixed on the coffee between you, his words carefully chosen. "In different ways. You may have promised forever, but forever is a long time. Sometimes you grow together, and sometimes... you grow apart. It's nobody's fault in the end. You just drift away, lose that connection, maybe take each other for granted, and before you know it, the fights start."

His voice falters slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions. "I know it might not make sense right now, but what I'm trying to say is... you deserved more than what he could give you. Trust me, you're better off without him."

You inhale deeply, shaking your head in resignation. Raindrops cascade down the window, distorting the glow of the city lights outside. His words echo in your mind, and as you take another sip of coffee, its comforting aroma envelops you. Yes, he's right. You're undeniably better off without him, yet the ache lingers.

Why does it still hurt, months after the breakup? Why does the pain persist, stubbornly refusing to fade away? Days blur into months, but the heartache remains a constant companion. People change, move on. But the pain always stays. It gets a little better each day. You learn to accept. You learn to love yourself. Yet, just when you think you've moved on, something triggers that familiar ache, dragging you back to square one.

But life doesn't pause for heartache. Despite the pain, the world keeps spinning, and you move forward, one step forward and three steps back, hating, crying, wanting, but never stopping.

~~~

A year and almost a half have passed since then. Things have been getting better. The clouds are clearing up, leaving behind a little less hurt and a lot more clarity. There's a sense of hold, of something stirring within—gratefulness, perhaps, or hope. Or maybe its the sound of a familiar ring at the door. You turn around to see a familiar face, a smile lighting up your face as you recognize Johnny.

"A latte, please," you say as he approaches, his presence bringing a comforting warmth to the room. Johnny nods, his gentle demeanor never faltering as he starts to brew your coffee. Johnny's a gentleman, and a law student. He works part-time in this cafe, not because he's broke or anything. He simply lives the high life. Gym first, then college, and then in the cafe followed by late nights of studying. He's a quiet guy who keeps to himself. Disciplined and courteous. Doesn't really like to waste his time on the things undeserving of his attention.

Your friendship with Johnny began in this very place. You remember it must have been around 10 o'clock at night, you had just split up with your ex. It was a stormy night, It felt like the world was collapsing around you and someone was sucking the breath out of your lungs, alone and broken, you found this cafe nearby. The rain was pouring nonstop, so you decide to take refuge, sitting in the corner, your tears flow with the raindrops tapping against the windowpane.

Jhonny brings you a cup of coffee and a napkin with words of reassurance, "It'll be okay, just hold on."

He saw you when you felt invisible to the world, and he understood you when no one else could. In Johnny, you found not just a friend, but a shimmer of light in your darkest moments.

You still have that note.

Jhonny could hardly fathom the possibility of falling in love, especially with someone as uniquely eccentric as you. Little did he know, his heart had already been quietly captivated by your presence over the passing months. As you walked through that door, disheveled and drenched from the rain, the only word that echoed in his mind was "beautiful." From that moment on, an unspoken longing stirred within him, urging him to reach out and connect with you. He extended that napkin, not just to offer solace, but as a gesture of his desire to understand you, to unravel the mysteries you hide behind those smiles. There was an enigmatic force pulling him toward you, compelling him to take that first step.

You became a regular at the café, grateful for Johnny's caring nature. It seemed like nobody else noticed you like he did. Unintentionally, Johnny had fallen deeply in love with you over the past few months. He paid attention to everything about you - your likes, dislikes, comfort songs, and movies you could watch a 100 times.

He became your confidance, your best friend, always there when you needed him. Watching you cry over someone unworthy filled him with the desire to show you wat true love actually is. Late at night, he found himself thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, if you had eaten, or if you were thinking of him. He felt your sadness as if it were his own and rejoiced in your happiness. But despite his feelings, he couldn't bring himself to confess his love.

Simply put, Johnny wanted you. He wanted to show you what true love was, and that no girl deserved to be treated the way you were, left alone in the middle of nowhere, weeping in the pouring rain. Hearing about your past hurt him, but it also revealed your strength and resilience, which only made him love you more. He wasn't drawn to the roses and smiles you showed the world; he was captivated by the scars and bruises you tried to hide.

The more Johnny got to know you, the deeper he fell.

However, he made a conscious decision to hold back because he didn't want to become a rebound love. Instead, he wished for you to heal from the wounds of your past relationship, to move forward and see him for who he truly was, not just as a replacement for what your ex lacked.

He longed for the day when you would accept him completely, with no remains of the past clouding your judgment. So, he waited patiently, hoping for your heart to mend. Hoping for you to let go. Hoping for you to see him.

Time passed away, six months turned into a year, yet you still struggled to let go completely. Though it was getting better, the ghost of your past still lingered, haunting your thoughts and emotions.

How could you not feel shattered? Johnny was just too good for you, too kind. But when you've been hurt before, love becomes terrifying. Trying to piece things together while pretending to be okay is exhausting. It's hard to focus on anything when you're struggling to keep it together. Knowing you love someone and they love you back, yet being unable to fully embrace it because you're afraid of losing them, of getting hurt again - it's paralyzing.

And then there's the guilt. Even though your past relationship ended a year ago, the promises made still weigh heavily on your conscience. How do you reconcile having Johnny in your thoughts while someone else occupies a part of your heart? It feels unfair to him, but you can't shake the feeling.

How are you supposed to let go and move forward when your heart is still stuck in the past? People say "move on" like it's easy, it's anything but easy. It feels like an impossible task, especially when nobody seems to understand what you're going through.

Except for him. Johnny. He understands.

It's so damn difficult," you thought to yourself, feeling the weight of your emotions. Letting go seemed like the simplest solution, but in reality, it was anything but easy. As Johnny led you towards his flat, the thought lingered at the back of your mind.

He mentioned the party he was hosting with his friends at him appartment, someone got a job or something. The atmosphere inside was luxurious, yet simple. with crimson sofas exuding a regal aura in the soft golden light. The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla candles and the sound of champagne being poured, it was cozy.

The gathering was intimate, with only the chosen few invited. Amidst the fancy party, all you could think about was Johnny. You wanted to tell him how you felt, that you'd fallen for him too, about the guilt that shouldn't be feeling. Johnny was the best guy you'd ever met, and you couldn't just let him go because you were scared. Even though your past hasn't been great, you didn't want to hurt him because you knew he loved you too. Since the day you met, he's been there for you. And he still is, always there in every little thing. It feels like you're stuck in between, torn between your feelings for him and the uncertainty.

As Johnny left momentarily, you found yourself walking towards the balcony, away from the small talk and pretense inside, with a bottle of champagne. all you needed was a stunning view of the city's glittering skyscrapers, illuminated by the twinkling lights.

You craved peace of mind, a moment to quiet the storm raging within you. Being around Johnny, even for just an hour, had a profound effect on you, all the thoughts and insecurities on one side, and all the feelings of desire and lust, unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

There was no rush of blood and getting all hot and bothered every time your prior partner looked at you. You would never have felt this shy and nervous in his presence. Yes, there was attraction, but nothing like this, but with Johnny, it is the exact opposite. His mere presence left you weak-kneed and breathless, yearning to surrender to the intoxicating pull between you. He awakens you. He makes you want to succumb to him, give into him.

Yes, you yearn to experience the warmth of love, to be cherished and valued in return. And perhaps, deep down, you crave these feelings from Johnny, who has shown himself to be both kind and breathtakingly amazing. The way he gazes at you speaks volumes about his feelings for you.

It's confusing, isn't it? Frightening even. Because all you've ever known about Love is that it breaks and burns and ends, yet here you are, falling for Johnny despite your fears. It's a terrifying feeling, but there's something about it that makes you want to continue. Makes you want to keep dreaming. But you're afraid to confess your feelings, terrified that you'll only end up hurting Johnny in the process. It's hard to find the words, to admit to yourself, let alone to him, that you're falling for him. But despite the uncertainty and the fear, there's an urge within you, a desire to reach out and claim him for your own. All you want is to grab his face, to feel his lips against yours, and to lose yourself in the sweetness of his embrace.

Hard.

And never let him go. You've been thinking about it, about you. And him. And since, you've been moving on, you've been trying to forget and forgive and embrace and accept. You have come to a conclusion that amidst all the chaos, Johnny was the only one there. And that you have hopelessly fallen in love with him.

~~~

Hey," he says, joining you on the balcony, "you're standing alone?"

"Hey jj," you reply, meeting his gaze.

"You call me 'jj' when you're happy," he remarks, puzzled because your tone isn't cheerful.

"I guess I'm happy, sort of. It's been a while, but it feels good," you admit, looking at him standing beside you. He smiles, his eyes filled with happiness. He's genuinely pleased for you.

"That's great," he says with genuine enthusiasm. "Actually, that's fantastic."

He eyes the glass of alcohol in your hand. "Can I have that glass, though?"

That's great," he says with genuine enthusiasm. "Actually, that's fantastic."

He eyes the glass of alcohol in your hand. "Can I have that glass, though?"

"Nope, I'm having a pretty good time," you say, pulling the glass away from him. He noticed a whole bottle nearby on the floor. "I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

darling.

Even in the dim light, Johnny couldn't miss the blush spreading across your cheeks. He's skilled at noticing your reactions and knows how to tease you.

Trying to steer the conversation away from any awkwardness, you say, "So I was thinking..."

"About?" he interjects playfully, trying to provoke a response.

"Everything that's happened, you know, with my ex, and then with you," you begin, but he interrupts.

"Oh, nothing happened between us, as far as I can remember... unless..." he trails off, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"That's not what I meant," you quickly clarify.

"Okay, okay, just kidding. But I kinda wish you did mean it," he mutters under his breath, a smirk forming on his face.

You feel your thoughts becoming fuzzy as you both dance around the topic. Usually, your brain would shut down any such ideas, but tonight feels different. Instead of being repelled, you feel drawn to him, wanting something you've suppressed for so long.

Despite trying to hold back, you find yourself unable to think of anything else.

As the alcohol courses through your veins, emboldening your desires, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to ask him what has been in your mind for quite a long time, and so you ask "If I were to ask for a kiss, would you kiss me? Right here, right now?"

The intensity in his gaze heightens, his pupils dilating as his demeanor shifts, becoming more serious. "Ask me," he demands, his jaw clenched with anticipation. His eyes linger on your lips before locking onto yours, a silent plea echoing within them.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, you turn away, feeling a rush of emotions flooding your senses. With a deep breath, you struggle to compose yourself, but before you can respond, he chuckles softly. "I knew you didn't have the nerve," he remarks, his tone teasing yet tinged with disappointment. Meeting his gaze once more, you're taken aback by his confidence. As he straightens himself and takes a sip of his drink, his words hang heavily in the air. "I don't know how much longer I can wait for you," he confesses, his voice low and filled with longing, "but if you were to ask me to fuck you right here, right now, I wouldn't even think once." With that declaration, practically deadpanned on your face, he goes inside the flat, leaving you to grapple with your miserable self.

~~~

The night after that seemed to stretch endlessly, a void you couldn't escape. Frustration and regret gnawed at your mind, You turned to more alcohol, a fleeting attempt to numb the pain within, but it only amplified the train of thoughts swirling in your head.

As you sat alone on the balcony, the chilly night air enveloped you, matching the coldness you felt inside. Time lost its meaning, slipping through your fingers as you drowned in a sea of overthinking. Every possible scenario played out in your mind like a relentless storm, each outcome more daunting than the last. What could have happened if you could have just said.

Johnny appears through the doorframe. His presence was unexpected, you thought he was mad yet oddly comforting, a reminder that you weren't completely alone in this chaotic night. "Will you spend the whole night here?" he asked, concern etched in his voice. But you were too lost in your own thoughts to fully grasp his words.

Refusing to retreat from your self-imposed exile, you remained rooted to the spot, the numbness spreading through your limbs. Yet Johnny persisted, his care evident as he gently coaxed you back inside. "It's cold. Come inside, everybody left already," he urged, worry evident in his eyes.

Too weary to resist, you allowed him to guide you indoors, his touch grounding you in reality. As he settled you into his bed, a wave of familiarity washed over you, a stark reminder of the times you'd been here before, always on the edge of leaving. You had been here countless times, yet never truly stayed. But tonight was different. Tonight, you found yourself unable to muster the strength to leave, surrendering to the comfort of his presence, if only for a fleeting moment.

As he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, you instinctively reached out, clinging to his shirt. "Kiss me," you implored, your gaze locking with his warm brown eyes, overflowing with affection.

His response came with a gentle sigh, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. "You're drunk," he stated softly, his voice laced with worry.

"I am, but I can still make sense of it all," you insisted, determination shining through the haze of intoxication.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, okay?" Johnny reassured, his face drawing closer to yours.

"Please," you exhaled, closing your eyes, feeling the weight of your confession pressing down on you. "I know I'm the worst person alive right now but I- I'm just afraid. Please understand. I want you, I do, but it's so scary."

"Shh, it's okay, I know," he murmured, his words a soothing balm to your troubled soul. "I know you're trying."

Foreheads pressed together, your breaths mingled, each exhalation a testament to the vulnerability you shared in that moment. "I'm sorry," you whispered, the weight of your guilt heavy on your heart.

"You don't have to be," he replied, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture of forgiveness. "Look at me."

As you met his gaze once more, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Relax, okay? I'm happy that you opened up about it."

"I'm sorry," you repeated, the words a mantra of remorse.He shook his head gently, his touch comforting. "Let's try sleeping now, shall we? Don't think about it." With his reassurance enveloping you like a warm blanket, you allowed yourself to drift into the embrace of sleep, for the first time with him.

As consciousness reluctantly seeped into your foggy mind, a wave of discomfort washed over you, fueled by the repercussions of last night's poor choices. The harsh glare of morning light pierced through your eyelids, adding to the throbbing ache behind your temples.

Attempting to remove yourself from the confines of the bed proved to be a tough task, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and your head swimming with dizziness. Searching for Johnny's presence beside you, you found only an empty space, adding to the disorientation.

Succumbing to defeat, you surrendered to the comfy embrace of the mattress, sinking into its softness as you lay there, gazing blankly at the ceiling above. Dehydration gnawed at your parched throat. As you drifted in and out of consciousness, the world around you faded into a haze of half-formed thoughts and fleeting sensations. The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan above served as a lullaby.

In the midst of this surreal feeling, fragments of memories from the night before flickered like distant stars in the night sky. Realization and what-ifs danced at the edges of your mind, their haunting presence a constant reminder of the consequences of your actions.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, there lingered a glimmer of hope, a faint whisper of possibility that perhaps, despite the mistakes of the past, redemption was still within reach. You clung to this fragile thread of optimism, a lifeline in the midst of the storm.

Minutes stretched into hours, the passage of time marked only by the shifting patterns of sunlight filtering through the curtains. And then, as if on cue, the sound of footsteps drew near, with a weary sigh, you opened your eyes to find Johnny standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and relief. "Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, you nodded sleepily.

As you reluctantly stirred from your sleep, you felt the duvet being tugged away, prompting a sleepy protest. "Erugh, let me sleep," you mumbled, trying to shield yourself from the intruding light.

But his teasing remark about your state of dress snapped you awake, and you jolted up, "You're completely naked," only to realize you were already covered. He pointed out with a playful grin, causing you to blush and scramble for cover.

However, your movements triggered a sharp pain in your head, and you winced, instinctively reaching to soothe it. Before you could fully register the discomfort, another hand joined yours, gently stroking your head. Slowly opening your eyes, you found him sitting close, his concern evident in his gaze.

"Who told you to drink that much? You puked two times," he said softly, his tone filled with worry and care. Giving in to his touch, you leaned into him, finding solace in his presence amidst the pain.

"I... may have overdone it a bit," you admitted sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his concern. He chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to massage your head as you relaxed against him.

"It's okay. Just drink some water and take it easy," he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. With a nod, you reached for the glass he held out to you

He's far too good for you. A voice at the back of your head screams at you.

"Johnny..." you say, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room. His presence alone was enough to make your heart race, but you needed to speak your mind.

He turns to you, his gaze softening as he listens intently. "What is it?" he asks, concern lacing his words.

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "I've been thinking about..." you trail off, unsure of how to articulate the right words.

Johnny reaches out, his hand placing a strand of hair behind your ear,offering silent support. "Go on," he encourages gently.

"I'm sorry," you say, the words heavy with regret. "I know this is complicated, and i am making it even more complicated but I just don't want to hurt you." You could barely manage to say even that.

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trail through the loops of your hair, sending shivers down your spine. His hum reverberates through you, a sensual melody that ignites a fire deep within. But then, in an instant, his demeanor shifts, catching you off guard.

His hand tightens around your hair, pulling your head back with a swift, yet gentle force. The sudden change in his touch sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins, heightening your senses to the electrifying proximity between you.

Your eyes meet his, dark and intense, and you find yourself unable to look away. His breath, warm and fruity, fans over your face, stirring something primal within you. In that moment, you're acutely aware of every sensation, every heartbeat, as you surrender to the magnetic pull of desire that envelops you both.

"Can't you see what you do to me?"

Johnny..." you say, your voice barely above a whisper, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

He pauses, his eyes locked with yours, waiting for you to continue.

"I... I didn't mean..." you stutter, struggling to find the right words as his grip on your hair loosens.

He chuckles softly, his laughter dancing in the air, easing some of the tension between you. "I know, I know," he reassures you, his tone gentle yet teasing.

"But..." you start, only to be cut off by his next words.

"You talk a lot when you're drunk," he says with a smirk, his fingers tracing light patterns along your skin.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing he's right.

"What did I say?" you ask, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.

His gaze softens, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "That you tend to get... aroused whenever I say your name," he says, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head in denial, but deep down, you know he's right.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending tingles of anticipation coursing through your veins.

"Johnny..." you breathe out his name, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling in your mind as he hovers above you, his presence consuming your senses.

"Say it," he urges, his voice low and demanding, sending a thrill through your body.

"Johnny, listen to m—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a firm command.

"Say it!" he insists, his intensity leaving no room for argument.

"I want you, for fuck's sake, I want you," you finally admit, your voice tinged with both desire and vulnerability.

Closing your eyes, you release the grip you've been holding onto, allowing yourself to surrender to the overwhelming attraction between you.

You lay back, flattening against the bed, pushing your hair away from your face to meet his gaze head-on. His eyes, dark and intense, never waver from yours, sending a flutter of nerves through your stomach.

"I want you, in every way possible, and it's no secret. I'm just afraid," you confess in a small voice, baring your soul to him.

Johnny's smile is reassuring, his touch gentle as he lays on top of you, ensuring he doesn't overwhelm you with his weight. "Don't be afraid," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "You'll love me just fine."

In that moment, as you lay entwined with him, all your fears melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. You know that no matter what lies ahead, you're ready to explore this newfound connection with him by your side.

As Johnny hovers above you, his gaze dark with desire, you feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. His lips brush against yours in a teasing caress, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce between you.

"I've been waiting for this," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with need as he trails kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour with an expert touch that leaves you trembling with desire.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath hot against the skin of your neck as he takes you in, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. You feel his breath against your skin, warm and inviting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

With each touch, each caress, the tension between you dissolves, replaced by an electric current of desire that pulses through your veins. His hands roam your body, mapping every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

You arch into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he explores every inch of your skin with a delicate touch that sets your senses ablaze. His fingers trace patterns along your spine, sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine.

Your lips collided with his in a heated embrace, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through both of your bodies. Crashing into each other, feelings of desire over powering you both. In that moment you knew, it was gonna be a hell of a ride and you couldn't be any more excited than you are right now.

After the kiss, you both laid side by side, "By the way you didn't really say any of that." Johnny gently whispers in your ear, and you both end up laughing, cuddling.

~~~

You like it?" Johnny asks, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he watches you take a lick of the ice cream. You nod enthusiastically, a wide smile spreading across your face like a child on Christmas morning. His smile widens in response, a soft glow of happiness emanating from him. It's moments like these that make everything feel so right.

Since that unforgettable day when you poured your heart out to him, your life has been like a dream come true. Flowers, date nights, chocolates – you name it, he's made sure to fill your days with joy and love. From cozy movie nights to endless cuddles, it's like you've found the missing piece to your puzzle.

But it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Like any couple, you have your disagreements. Yet, what sets you apart is the unwavering understanding and support you both offer each other. Johnny never lets you go to bed upset, always there with reassurance and kisses to mend any hurt feelings.

He constantly reminds you that you're doing just fine, and it's true. It's not just about healing from past wounds; it's about the beautiful exchange of giving and receiving love. It's about reciprocating the care and affection you both share, knowing that the more you give, the more you receive.

In a world where it's easy to become complacent, you both choose to love each other every single day. And that, in itself, is the greatest gift of all.

You plead with puppy dog eyes, urging him to let you indulge in more ice cream because, well, why not? 'Pleeease let me have another scoop!' you whine, the anticipation of the creamy goodness making your mouth water. But alas, he declines with a chuckle, warning, 'No way! You'll catch a cold!' You pout, but secretly admire his concern."

Disappointed but not defeated, you pout and playfully stick out your bottom lip, giving Johnny your best puppy-dog eyes. "But Johnny," you protest, "I promise I'll bundle up extra warm tonight! Pretty please?"

Johnny can't help but laugh at your antics, finding your determination to get that extra scoop of ice cream utterly endearing. He shakes his head, still chuckling, and gently takes your hand in his. "As much as I love seeing that adorable pout of yours, I can't risk you getting sick, [Reader]. How about we save the ice cream for tomorrow, hmm?"

You sigh dramatically, but a mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you lean in closer to him. "Fine," you concede, "but only if you promise to share a warm blanket and snuggle with me tonight."

A grin spreads across Johnny's face as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Deal," he agrees, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Anything for you, my love."

As you both leave the ice cream parlor, the cool evening air wraps around you, the gentle breeze a welcome contrast to the warmth of your intertwined hands. As you both step into the cozy cafe, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, bringing back memories of the first time you met. Johnny's hand tightens around yours, his touch sending a thrill through you that's impossible to ignore.

You find a secluded booth in the corner, and as you settle in, Johnny's eyes lock with yours, a silent invitation sparking between you. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "this place holds a lot of memories for us."

You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. "It feels like just yesterday that we were sitting here, nervously sipping our coffees," you reply, your voice filled with affection.

Johnny leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But this time," he whispers, "we don't have to be nervous." A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you meet his gaze with a newfound sense of boldness. "No, this time," you say, your voice steady and sure, "we can just be us."

With a gentle touch, Johnny cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours with a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

Before you can respond, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, the world around you fading away as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. It's a dance of tongues and teeth, of whispered words and soft sighs, each touch igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second.

As you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, Johnny's eyes meet yours with a hunger that mirrors your own. "I never want to stop kissing you," he confesses, his voice thick with desire.

A smile tugs at your lips as you lean in to press another kiss to his, the promise of countless more moments like this hanging in the air between you.

~~~

As you sit at your desk, textbooks spread out before you and notes scattered across the surface, you're fully immersed in your study session. The material is dense, and you're determined to grasp every concept before the upcoming exam.

Just as you're deep in concentration, Johnny enters the room with a mischievous grin, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you buried in your books. Without a word, he crosses the room and leans against your desk, his presence a distraction you can't ignore.

"Hey there, studious one," he says, his voice low and playful. "Need a break?"

You look up from your books, torn between the desire to keep studying and the temptation of Johnny's irresistible charm. "I really should finish this chapter," you reply, trying to sound firm despite the flutter in your stomach at his proximity.

But Johnny has other plans. With a swift movement, he slides your textbooks aside and pulls you to your feet, his hands finding their way to your waist as he draws you close. "I think you've earned a reward for all that hard work," he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to yours.

Before you can protest, Johnny's mouth descends on yours in a fiery kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before delving deeper, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. Lost in the heat of the moment, you abandon all thoughts of studying as you melt into his embrace, the world around you fading away until there's nothing left but the two of you and the intoxicating rush of desire.

Minutes, or maybe hours, pass in a blur of tangled limbs and heated kisses, until finally, you break apart, breathless and flushed, the taste of Johnny still lingering on your lips. "Now that's what I call a study break," he says with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You can't help but laugh, the tension of the study session now a distant memory as you bask in the warmth of Johnny's love and the thrill of his touch.

~~~

As you made your way back from college, the skies darkened, and before you knew it, a heavy downpour unleashed its fury upon you. The rain hammered down relentlessly, soaking you up and down. Despite the continuous ringing of your phone from within your backpack, the rain made it impossible to retrieve. With no umbrella in hand, you quickened your pace towards the bus stop, only to witness the last bus pulling away just as you rounded the corner. Desperation set in as you attempted to sprint after it, but the distance between you and the departing vehicle only widened. Defeated, you exhaled heavily, feeling the chill of the rain seeping into your bones. Seeking refuge at the bus stop, you huddled under its shelter, which wasn't helping much.

As you stood there, shivering and dripping, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping over you. The relentless rain seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. With each passing moment, your mind raced with thoughts of your worried boyfriend waiting at home, unaware of your predicament.

As you glanced down at your phone, the screen illuminated with missed calls and frantic messages from him. Frustration bubbled within you, knowing that you were only adding to his worry by being stranded in the storm. You tried to call him back, but the signal was weak, and the connection kept cutting out. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited for the next bus, the minutes ticking by like hours.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bus appeared on the horizon, its headlights piercing through the darkness like a beacon of hope. With a sigh of relief, you boarded the bus, grateful for the warmth and safety it offered. And soon you were standing in front of his appointment door.

As the bus finally pulled up to a stop, you hurriedly disembarked, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and relief. You practically sprinted the rest of the way home, the rain still coming down in sheets, soaking you to the bone.

Finally, you arrived at the doorstep of your apartment, soaked and shivering. With trembling hands, you fumbled for your keys, desperate to be inside the safety of your home. But before you could even insert the key into the lock, the door swung open, revealing a worried and furious Johnny.

"Where have you been?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with anger and concern. "I've been trying to call you for hours! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"I-I'm so sorry, Johnny," you stammered, tears mixing with the rain on your cheeks. "I got caught in the storm, and I missed the bus, and...and I couldn't get through to you. I'm so sorry."

Johnny's expression softened as he took in your trembling form, his anger melting away in an instant. Without a word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I'm just glad you're safe," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I was so worried about you. Let's get you inside and warm you up, okay?"

You nod, feeling the weight of your backpack against the wall as you follow Johnny into the bedroom. With a quick movement, you pull your hair up, hoping to keep it from sticking to your clothes. Sensing his hands on your torso, you inhale sharply as they glide around to the front, undoing the button of your jeans. Anticipation mounts as he pulls them down, and then he sits, planting kisses on your damp thigh, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from you.

In a swift motion, your undies join the jeans on the floor. "Nice butt," he remarks, drawing a rhetorical look from you. Stepping closer, he removes the t-shirt clinging uncomfortably to your skin, and with it, your bra disappears too. "Beautiful as always," he murmurs, enveloping you in a warm towel and pulling you close, his lips finding your neck, leaving their mark.

"Johnny," you sigh as his hands slip under the towel, teasingly moving between your legs, knowing just where to stop, leaving you breathless. "I'll be right back, change into dry clothes, okay?" he says, his voice a tantalizing promise hanging in the air.

He returned with a steaming mug of tea, fragrant steam curling upwards in the air. He handed it to you with a tender smile, the warmth of the mug seeping into your chilled fingers.

"Here, drink this," he said softly, his voice soothing.. "It'll help warm you up."

"I only need you to warm me up."

"Come here then." He motions you to sit with him in the bed he made, warm and cozy. As you lay there in Johnny's arms, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you.

"Johnny," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so sorry for worrying you. I never meant to cause you so much distress."

Johnny's arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer to him as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "It's okay, sweetheart," he whispered back, his voice filled with reassurance. "I was just so scared when I couldn't reach you. All I could think about was making sure you were safe."

You buried your face against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. "I promise I'll be more careful from now on," you vowed, your words muffled against his skin. "I never want to put you through that kind of worry again."

Johnny tilted your chin up gently, his eyes locking with yours in a tender gaze. "I know you will," he said softly, his thumb brushing away the tears that had pooled in your eyes. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a contented sigh, you snuggled closer to him, reveling in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Johnny's fingers danced along the buttons of your blouse, a spark of desire ignited between you, fueling the passion that simmered just beneath the surface.

"How about we finish what we started earlier?"

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation building with every breath. With a smile, you nodded in agreement, your own desire mirrored in your eyes as you leaned in to meet his lips in a fiery kiss.

The heat between you intensified quickly, passion igniting like a wildfire as your bodies melded together in a tangle of desire. Teeth clashed against each other, tongues danced in a feverish rhythm, and hands roamed eagerly, seeking out every inch of skin they could find.

With a swift movement, you straddled Johnny, taking control of the moment as you traced a path of kisses down his neck, relishing in the soft gasps and low growls that escaped his lips. As his shirt fell away, revealing his beautifully toned body beneath, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you, feeling a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

Too shy to say anything, you let your actions speak for you. Lingering on his nipples, you teased and tantalized, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Johnny's lips. With each flick of your tongue and gentle nip of your teeth, the tension between you grew, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge of desire.

But you weren't done yet. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you continued your exploration, trailing kisses and caresses down Johnny's torso until you reached the waistband of his jeans. With practiced hands, you teased and toyed with him through the fabric, making him harder with every stroke, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath your touch.

As his pleasured groans filled the air, you couldn't resist escalating your actions, eagerly sliding his pants down while he sat up, fixated on your every move. Locking eyes with him, you took him into your mouth, teasingly tracing the tip with your tongue, prompting a soft curse from his lips. Pulling back, you continued to lavish attention on him, savoring every moment as you licked his length, stealing glances up at him. "Enjoying yourself?" you teased, to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod.

Returning to him, you gradually took more of him into your mouth, relishing in the way his hands urged you on, guiding you further down. He pulled you up for a heated kiss, expressing his desire to explore your taste. As his lips trailed down your neck, he urged you to sit on his face, igniting nerves and excitement within you. With his encouragement, you straddled his eager mouth, blushing at his sweet words as his lips planted kisses on your thighs.

Feeling his hands on your hips, he drew you closer, his tongue eagerly finding your clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from you. As his hands explored your body, adding to your arousal, you couldn't help but cry out in bliss as he skillfully pleasured you,

As your pleasure surged, you couldn't contain your cries, feeling the intensity of his actions. "Oh, fuck," escaped your lips as he intensified his efforts, his mouth and tongue working fervently on your clit. His suction grew stronger, his tongue moving with increasing speed, drawing out guttural moans from you. "Oh my god," you exclaimed as the waves of your orgasm crashed over you, "fuck," you moaned as he persisted in his ministrations.

His hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer, he delved deeper into your core, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Oh god, don't stop," you gasped, your breath ragged as you requested his fingers. With a calm demeanor, he complied, easing his fingers into you, eliciting a blissful moan from your lips. As he continued to pleasure you, his fingers moving rhythmically inside you, your cries of ecstasy filled the room.

"Oh my god," you moaned aloud as he momentarily paused, only to reposition himself behind you. Bending you slightly, he inserted two fingers, drawing out a soft, pleasurable moan from you. With relentless determination, he showed no mercy, driving you towards another peak of pleasure. The sound of slick noises filled the air as his fingers worked expertly within you, pushing your head gently into the headboard to ensure your stability as you surrendered to his touch.

As his hand pressed you down onto his fingers, a fervent moan escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming you. "Oh my god," you cried out as he intensified his movements, driving you wild with desire. With increasing speed and force, his fingers plunged into you, eliciting a chorus of ecstatic moans from your lips.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, his command clear. "Turn around," he instructed, guiding you gently as you complied, meeting his intense gaze. Enveloped in his embrace, you shared a deep, passionate kiss, his desire evident in his words as he broke the connection. "I want to fuck you," he declared, and you eagerly nodded in agreement, urgency coursing through your veins.

Pushed onto the bed, your legs spread wide, you watched as he knelt between them, his eyes fixated on your dripping arousal. His finger traced circles on your swollen clit, then slipped inside you, claiming you as his own. "Mine," he whispered, his gaze never wavering from yours, and you nodded in submission, a smile playing on your lips. "I'm yours," you affirmed, anticipation building in the air.

With a hungry look, he licked his lips before slowly entering you with his cock, causing you to gasp in ecstasy. "Oh my god," you moaned loudly as he began to move within you, the intensity of his thrusts driving you to the brink of pleasure.

As he increased the pace, driving into you with fervent desire, your cries of ecstasy filled the room. "Oh my god," you moaned loudly as he relentlessly fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his declaration of love mingling with the sounds of your pleasure. "I love you," he murmured against your lips, his words igniting a fire within you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you reciprocated his declaration, your voice filled with desire. "I love you too," you confessed as he continued to ravish you with his relentless thrusts. With a swift motion, he withdrew from you, flipping you onto your stomach. "Get on all fours," he commanded, assisting you into position.

Meeting his gaze over your shoulder, you were met with a declaration of your beauty, sending shivers down your spine. As he entered you from behind, a rush of anticipation flooded your senses. His movements became more intense, driving into you harder and faster, eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. "Oh my god," you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body.

Feeling his hand reach around to play with your clit, a surge of pleasure washed over you, intensifying the pleasure building within. "Oh my god," you moaned again, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. With each deep thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body aching for release.

As he took control, holding both your hands behind your back, you surrendered to him completely. Your petite frame under his dominance, your face buried into the sheets muffling the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. Sensing his impending release, you knew you were on the brink of ecstasy.

With a few final, deep thrusts, you both succumbed to the ecstasy, waves of pleasure washing over you in a euphoric crescendo. As he pulled out, licking you clean, you whimpered from the overstimulation, your body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

a sense of blissful exhaustion washed over you both. Lying tangled together under the sheet, hearts racing and skin still tingling from the intensity of your lovemaking. As you caught your breath, he peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulders, his touch gentle and tender. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration as he caressed your cheek. You smiled up at him. In his arms, you feel safe and cherished, the weight of the world melting away as sleep begins to claim you. Drifting off with the rhythmic beat of his heart as your lullaby, you rest easy knowing that you are safe. And you finally know, what love actually feels like

~~~

hope you liked it. umh? idk tried, if you want to request anything, please do. (it'll take forever but ill respond)

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and enjoy, have a good day, night~

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vanesycho · 19 days

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NCT MASTERLIST

Jaemin

f!reader x playboy jaemin

f!reader x playboy jaemin(ft. jeno) part 2

f!reader x jaemin(+18)

innocent f!reader x perv!jaemin(+18)

Haechan

f!reader x haechan(+18)

f!recording engineer reader x idol!haechan

haechan make out headcanon

f!reader x haechan(+18)

f!reader x gamer boyfriend!haechan(+18)

Renjun

f!reader x renjun(ft. NoMin)(+18)

f!reader x renjun

Chenle

f!reader x chenle(+18)

rich friend!chenle headcanon

Jisung

f!reader x (older)jisung

f!reader x jealous jisung(+18)

f!reader x drunk jisung(+18)

f!reader x perv!jisung(+18)

Jaehyun

f!reader x ex!jaehyun(+18)

f!reader x jaehyun&jeno(+18)

f!reader x older!jaehyun

f!reader x older!jaehyun[part2] (+18)

f!reader x killer!jaehyun

Yuta

f!reader x yuta

sick f!reader x yuta&mark

f!reader x yuta(+18)

Jeno

f!reader x jeno&jaehyun(+18)

friends to lovers [jeno]

cold boyfriend jeno headcanons

f!reader x jeno(+18)

Kun

f!reader x kun

Mark

f!reader x mark(+18)

sick f!reader x yuta&mark

mark headcanons

Jungwoo

f!reader x jungwoo

f!reader x jungwoo(+18)

Doyoung

f!reader x doyoung

Taeyong

f!reader x taeyong(+18)

Johnny

student f!reader x prof!johnny[part1]

soft thoughts about johnny

Ten

f!reader x ten(+18)

Hendery

f!reader x hendery(+18)

Xiaojun

f!reader x xiaojun

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kpopsexstories · 2 months

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hiii can i request a ten fic wherein the reader is jealous about something so ten fucks her hard to let her know that she's the only one? (if possible u can include breeding too) thank uuuu love ur fics so much

This is an older request, sorry it took me so long to get to it ❤️ If you've sent a request and still haven't gotten a response, it might still come even if it's months or even a year from now 😊

Requests are open! They're highly inspiring and motivating, so keep 'em coming.

One-shot #7 (requested): Your boyfriend WayV/NCT Ten kissed a fan, so he fucks you hard to get your forgiveness

Celebrity: WayV/NCT Ten

Content: Sitting, From behind, Missionary, Ten fucks his jealous girlfriend/you hard

Type of Sex: WILD/MEDIUM

Word Count: 3.8k

Your boyfriend Ten is promoting the latest WayV comeback, and has invited you to come along to a fan event. Well, it's not so much that he invited you. It's more that you begged him to let you come.

In fact, he didn't seem all that excited about the idea. He wasn't against it, but he appeared indifferent. You had expected him to be thrilled that you wanted to support him and see him work. It was meant to be a fun experience for both of you.

Instead, you were negatively surprised and felt quite disappointed. It was like you were just in the way.

Ten and the boys were busy and didn't have time to talk to you. The staff were focused on the idols, and didn't fully understand who you were or why you were there. You didn't want to create a bad situation so you stayed away and kept your mouth shut. But you felt awkward and out of place, lonely among so many people. It was not at all the positive experience you had imagined it would be.

The event included a stage performance. You heard it from a room back stage where Ten had placed you and asked you to wait.

It was followed by a meet & greet fan signing, which you were able to attend but not in any meaningful way. You could not be near the crowds, nor did Ten have time to pay any attention to you. You had a pretty lousy time.

You did, however, get to watch the boys from afar, when hoards of young girls flooded them for a chance to talk and interact with their idols. You knew it was an unfounded emotion, but it made you feel quite jealous.

Ten seemed happy though. He was in his element. You knew that fan signings could be tiresome, but he played his part and hid it well. He treated every girl – and boy – with the utmost respect, and was as personal as he could be with them. He had a kind of excitement in his body language that made everyone feel like they were the only fan there. You knew that he was good at his job, but it only made you feel worse.

About half way through the long queue of paying ticket holders, something happened that truly stung. You got bored of watching from afar and decided to roam around. Some of the staff knew you by now, and you were allowed in places the fans were not.

You could not get close enough to hear anything, but you had a clear view of the incident when Ten kissed a girl on the cheek.

Surely, that must have been some sort of breach of protocol. You imagined that Ten and the boys were not allowed to interact with such intimacy. The girl stayed and talked for a little longer than everyone else, before she was ushered away by a member of staff.

Ten didn't seem to want her to leave. His body language revealed that he liked and connected with her. You didn't know the poor girl, but in this moment you absolutely despised her.

When the event was over, Ten came to find you in the waiting room. He'd been searching for you all over.

“Where have you been?” he asked. He almost seemed angry, or at least a little annoyed.

“What?” you asked with sarcasm. You weren’t in the mood to joke. “You told me to wait here.”

“When I went to get ready to perform! You haven't been sitting here this whole time, have you?”

“No. But what if I had?”

There was frustration in the air, and neither of you wanted to fight. So the conversation quickly died out.

You walked through the venue in silence. You grunted some hello's to the boys when you all climbed into a van. Back home, you went straight to the bathroom and locked yourself in it.

“Babe?” Ten said when he came knocking, half an hour later. “Babe, you okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lied.

“Come out. Let's talk.”

You abruptly opened the door and pushed past him. Ten got out of your way with a puzzled expression on his face. Your behavior genuinely confused him.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“What's wrong? You've been ignoring me all day, that’s what’s wrong.”

“I have not,” Ten said. “I was working.”

“Then why did you ask me to come?”

“I didn't. You forced me to bring you. I warned…”

“Forced you? So you didn't want me there?”

“I warned you that I wouldn't have time to be with you. Did you not have a good time?”

You were boiling. How could your boyfriend even ask such a question? Could he not see that you were upset? “I felt horrible! You could at least have included me somehow.”

Ten was definitely frustrated by now. How could he read your mind? He had assumed you knew he would be busy, and that you’d be happy just being at the venue, like you had asked to be.

“I felt like shit all evening!” you screamed, likely attracting the attention of the other young men in their rooms. “You left me alone!”

Ten was getting angry, and he shouted back: “I WAS WORKING!”

“DON'T YELL AT ME!” you yelled. “You were only interested in all those girls. You didn't care to talk to me at all.”

Ten calmed himself, and spoke softly. “I was working,” he repeated. “And what are you talking about? What girls?”

You turned around and went back into the bathroom. “The girls!”

Ten stopped you when you tried to slam the door in his face. “Babe,” he said. “Are you serious? You’re jealous of my fans?”

“Of course not!”

Ten started to smile softly. He couldn't keep his grin hidden. “You are jealous,” he said with a teaseful tone in his voice.

You pushed the door harder in an attempt to close it, but Ten put his full body in the way.

“I'm not jealous,” you repeated. “They're just your fans.”

“Exactly,” Ten said triumphantly. “Like I’ve said a million times, I was working. You’re the only girl I look at, and I'm sorry if I wasn't able to take care of you properly today.”

You stopped pushing and stared at your feet. “That’s not true. You certainly didn't seem to be working that hard when you kissed that bimbo.”

“Who?” Ten asked and pushed the door open.

“The girl you kissed. I saw you.”

“Oh,” Ten said. He let out a laugh and took a step closer to you. “She asked me to.”

“Don't touch me,” you said when he tried to hold you.

“Her grandmother had just died,” Ten said, and awaited your response as if he had just found the ultimate weapon to shut you up. “She told me how much NCT meant to her back in the day, and how my latest solo helped her through the death.”

You were suddenly afraid to raise your gaze. For the first time the thought crossed your mind that maybe you were overreacting. Still, you weren’t ready to let it go.

“So you do know who I’m talking about?” you asked, to turn the tables back on your boyfriend again.

“Yeah, I do, because we’re not supposed to do what I did and I got scolded for it afterwards. I know exactly what girl you’re talking about. But not because I liked her or anything. Because she was a fan in need and I wanted to make her feel better. That’s all, I promise.”

You weren’t ready to believe him, but you stopped arguing with him.

“Babe, come here,” Ten continued.

“No,” you said and pouted your lips.

Ten didn't listen to your words. He put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“I love you,” he said. “I’m sorry again that you had a shitty time today, and I promise you, you’re the only girl for me. I love you.”

You didn't respond, but Ten could tell from your face that you still weren’t happy. He suddenly started laughing.

“Babe,” he said and held you closer. “You're adorable when you're jealous.”

“Shut up.”

"Come here.”

Ten squeezed you hard and kissed your forehead. You held your arms against his chest, as if to protect yourself from his attempts to make things better between you. But his touch felt so good. His scent made you warm when your nose pressed against his body.

“Babe, let me make it up to you. I'll show you you're the only one.”

“No,” you said reluctantly.

He kissed you again, and tried to get you to face him. You resisted, but he pulled your lips toward his.

“Come,” he said softly.

You tried to pull away, but he only held your body harder.

“Come,” he repeated.

“No, Ten. Go away. Leave me alone.”

“I'll make you feel better. I'll make you forget all about today. I'm sorry, I should have taken better care of you.”

Finally, you caved in. You stopped struggling and kissed the sweet man back. It felt good. His soft lips always made you feel all warm inside.

You made out for a while in the middle of the bathroom. Ten touched your body with his large hands, and eventually you touched him too. How could you stay angry? He always knew how to make you feel better.

When Ten's hands gently wandered inside your shirt, you raised your arms which signaled your approval. That's when Ten shifted gears. He did know how to make you feel good, and his work had only just begun. Perhaps you even exaggerated your emotions, because you knew what he would do to you and you wanted him to do it.

FOREPLAY STARTS HERE...

The moment Ten realized that you were about to forgive him, he pulled you out of the bathroom and pushed you in the direction of his bed. He grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your arms and head, and threw your body on the mattress. It was time for the makeup sex you had both been working toward.

He lay down on top of you and the kissing resumed. It intensified. His lustful lips wandered from yours to your neck. For good measure you tried to get him off you, but it was just for show.

“No,” you said, but you didn't mean it and Ten knew it. You didn't actually want him to stop, so he didn’t.

He pressed his hip harder between your legs which caused you to moan. His shirt slid up his stomach as you squeezed his waist.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked and kissed your throat.

“No,” you said again and pulled his long hair.

He fought back. He stuck his tongue out and licked the full length of your neck. Another moan.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked again.

You didn't respond, but pulled his shirt higher up his body. It told him all he needed to know.

Ten suddenly sat up straight and took the shirt off. Bare-chested and horny, he fondled your breasts over your bra, then moved down to undo your pants.

You raised your ass and helped him take them off. He moved aside so you could close your legs. Once you were down to your panties, you opened them again to invite him back in.

Ten towered over you while he undid his belt. With his pants wide open, he came back down and pressed his groin against yours.

“Mm,” he moaned. “You're so fucking sexy. I'll get you to forgive me.”

You wrapped your legs around him, and pressed your heels against the cheeks of his ass. His pants slid further down his thighs, but his underwear stayed on.

Then, when your own arousal and sexual desires became too much, you briefly took charge. You rolled onto the man, who lay on his back with you sitting on top of him. He kicked his pants all the way off, while you reached back to undo your bra.

The straps slid over your shoulders, and you couldn't help but smile when you caught him admiring your figure. Ten noticed and gave you a naughty glare.

You quickly wiped the smile off your face. You weren't ready to show forgiveness just yet.

Ten took the bait. He sat up and held you tight with an arm around your back. He reached down and raised you up, to slide his underwear over his ass cheeks. Your legs around his body tightened when he lifted you up.

With his ass out you started kissing passionately again. “Mm, babe,” Ten moaned when his hard cock rubbed against your panties. “Mmm, fuck!”

You were so horny for the man. He made you feel incredible, and his boner pressing against your folds made you incredibly wet. You wanted him inside you so bad you struggled to hide it.

“Ahh, fuck,” you echoed, another sign of weakness.

Ten smirked. “Mm, you like this? You want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimpered.

“I'll fuck you so good you forget all about today. When I'm done with you, you won't just forgive me. You'll be begging for more.”

“Ohh, Ten!” His words sent a shiver through your heart and spine. His boner poking around between your legs really got your juices flowing.

But you would never admit it. “I’ll never forgive,” you whispered softly. “And certainly not beg.”

But you knew that Ten was right. You were more than ready for him to take you, to give yourself over to him, and to feel his cock inside you. It was not at all about forgiveness any longer.

THE SEX STARTS HERE...

Ten grabbed your ass and pulled your body closer. You put your hand on his face and kissed him intensively. Your boobs pressed against his chest, and your knees tightened their grip around his hips.

“Ahh, fuck,” Ten moaned again, when lust and passion took a hold of both of you. He moved your lower body with his strong hands, rubbing your clothed pussy against his shaft, which had come free from his underwear.

You straightened your back and he buried his face between your breasts. His fingers slid inside the panties, and he pulled the threads down your ass.

You folded your legs and feet under your thighs, sitting up on your knees. Then you reached in between you and found the cock. You pulled your body up and away from it, only to lower yourself slowly onto the shaft.

For a brief moment, you stared into each other's eyes. You still had a hand on Ten’s cheek. You panted softly into each other's wide open mouths. His cock penetrated you gradually as you sat back down on his lap.

Ten’s organ filled you up. It pulsed inside you, and a strong, pleasurable sensation shot through your body.

“Ahh, you feel so good,” Ten said.

It did feel good. So good. And you were still just getting started, as Ten switched gear one more time.

Abruptly, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over. With full force and his dick still deep inside you, he turned you on your back and pushed the dick deeper.

His underwear were down to his thighs. He planted his hands beside you on the bed, and towered over you with an enormous grin on his face. He spread his legs and started moving his ass up and down, rolling his hips to fuck you in, slow, large, passionate motions.

“Fuck babe, you feel so good inside. You make me so fucking hard. You'll forgive me, and I'll make you beg for more.”

You closed your eyes, spread your legs wider, and held on tight around his wrist. You felt a strong hand on your boob, and his throbbing organ stretching your walls.

Lubricated by your natural juices, Ten's cock slid in and out of your wet pussy with ease. You would not admit it, but it felt amazing, and that dumb smirk on him actually made you feel good. It made you feel wanted and desired.

“Fuck,” you moaned. You didn't mean to. Ten's smirk grew bigger.

“Oh yeah, you like that? You like my cock inside you? Does that mean you forgive me?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “I'll never forgive you.”

Ten suddenly pulled out. He grabbed your hips and violently flipped you around a second time. On your stomach, your face pressed into the mattress.

You felt him crawl on top of you from behind, and his hand brush against your ass when he reached in to position his cock.

The head played around between your legs. Ten sat up on his knees and pulled you closer. Your entire body slid backwards on the mattress as your ass climbed up his thighs.

With a firm grip around your hips, Ten simultaneously thrust forward and pulled you backwards onto his shaft. He penetrated you with force.

And he fucked you hard. You heard him panting and could imagine his possessed expression behind you. He thrust and pulled repeatedly, bring you down on his manhood and hitting you so good in just the right spot.

“Please forgive me,” he said. ”I'm sorry, I should have paid more attention to you. I promise you, you're the only one I see and no other girl can compare to you. My cock is all yours, and I'll give it to you until you forgive me. Can you forgive me babe?”

Your body shook against the mattress, and you grabbed on to the sheets hard. The entire bed was slamming against the wall. By now, the other boys in the building could definitely hear what you were up to.

“N-noo,” you groaned. It felt a little painful the way Ten's hips slammed against your ass and inner thighs, and the way his fingers dug deep into your skin. But he had found your g-spot, and the pleasure of the head and shaft expanding your folds and rubbing you right overpowered any pain.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck yeah!” Ten moaned behind you. This was not at all about forgiveness anymore.

Still, it is true that Ten felt a sting of fear. He had indeed kissed a girl on the cheek. He didn't think anything of it at the time, yet he knew exactly which girl had triggered your jealousy. There had been a connection between them that stood out among all the fans he had met on this day.

He was desperate to show you that you were the only one he wanted. You rocked his world in ways no other girl ever had. You meant the world to him, and shoving his cock inside your pussy from behind, manhandling you on the bed the way he did, was his way of proving that to you.

It was pretty sweet, actually. “Ah, Ten, yes, fuck me,” you whimpered.

Ten threw himself sideways on the bed. He pulled you with him, forcing you onto your side. He lay beside you still balls deep inside your body. His chest pressed against your back and he put an arm around you to squeeze and pull you closer.

He fucked you passionately while holding on to your boob. He planted his lips on your shoulder and raised his head, to see your face and the pleasured expression he hoped – no, knew – you had on it.

He slowed his pace and steadied his breathing. “Babe, please don't be jealous. I love you. You're the one I want. Please forgive me.”

You twisted your body to get a better look at him without risking the cock falling out. Ten moved his ass slowly back and forth, gently rubbing the hard head and shaft against your insides.

“Alright,” you said softly. “I forgive you.”

Ten kissed your cheek and smiled. He knew you would. You always did. And though your jealousy and bad emotions had been very real, you were both playing a game. You always had the best sex after a fight.

When he'd been forgiven, Ten pulled out. You rolled on your back and into his arms. He leaned in for a loving kiss. His body was warm when you touched it, and his hands were soft. The way he felt you up sent shivers down your spine, in the best possible way. His fingers moved up and down your thighs, ass, waist and stomach, from your exposed pussy to your boobs and down again.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you confirmed. “Now get back inside me. You're not off the hook yet.”

Ten produced his usual smirk. “I didn't expect that I was.”

He suddenly attacked you with his lips, and abruptly climbed back on top of you.

“Oh, Ten,” you moaned when he reached down between you and the head stretched your lips again.

You squeezed his ass and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him all the way in. He jokingly fought back by pulling out while giving you his usual smirk.

“Ten!” you said and giggled. “Don't tease.”

“Oh, I'm not teasing.”

Ten pulled his ass away from you, but kept you close with an arm around your waist. He pulled you back onto his shaft, while towering seductively over you.

“Yeah, Ten, please fuck me!” you said loudly when the dick edged you on around the folds.

“Shhh,” he said and laughed. The head lingered half way between your folds. “You'll wake the others.”

“Wake them? There's no way they didn't already hear us before. Trust me, they're awake. Besides, you want them to know I've forgiven you, don't you?”

Ten merely smirked his smirk. But alright, he might as well give you what you wanted. It always turned him on when you were jealous.

He pushed the dick back in and kissed you. He held on tight around your back, and humped you forcefully. Your hand rested above his crack.

“Mm, mm, yeah,” you moaned quietly.

“Oh, yeah, I love you babe,” he whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, Ten, fuck me harder.”

Ten abruptly sat up. He let his hands glide down your body, from your boobs to your waist and hips.

On his knees, he grabbed your thighs and pulled. He trust his cock hard inside you, and pulled you onto his length.

You tilted your head far back and arched your spine. Ten's fingers dug deep into your skin while his cock filled you up. He fucked you hard, he fucked you passionately, and you loved every moment of it.

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wayvchip · 13 days

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making out with wayv

genre/warnings: fluff, suggestive (minors DNI), established relationship, boyfriend!wayv

kun is definitely the type to constantly smile throughout the kiss and you can feel it when he does that, which makes your heart flutter. makeouts with kun are usually quite brief, and very gentle and sweet. kun would also frequently make sure to take short breaks in between kisses in case you ran out of air because he's just considerate like that.

ten would constantly tease you and get you all riled up. wbk ten is a huge flirt. he would smirk the entire time, whisper dirty things to you, and use a lot of tongue in his kisses. plus, his hands would be roaming all over your body and feeling you up. makeout sessions with ten usually lead to more because he gets all hot and bothered just by kissing you.

winwin would be quite shy and even hesitant at first, but quickly gets into the mood. he prefers if you take the lead at first, and then he'll take over after a bit. winwin definitely goes a little crazy when you grab onto the hem of his shirt while he's sweetly kissing you. bro has had so many kissing scenes from his dramas i truly believe he is more experienced than he lets on.......

xiaojun's kisses would be very slow and passionate, because he wants you to feel loved. he's extra and puts on one of his r&b playlists because he likes the romantic atmosphere it creates. xiaojun holds both of your hands in his hands during the whole makeout session too :(( be sure to expect very intense eye contact from him.

hendery KNOWS what he's doing. he knows all the right buttons to push and is a playful tease too, he'll literally pull away and chuckle just as you're about to deepen the kiss. tbh i can see hendery being a biter. now you didn't hear this from me, but i feel like hendery is definitely the type to do the knee thing (iykyk) while he's marking your neck up with pretty purple bruises.

yangyang would get wayyy too excited at the idea of making out with you and practically jumps on top of you, almost bumping his forehead into yours. he would smash his lips against yours and giggle in between kisses because he just can't contain his excitement!!! pro tip: play with yangyang's hair when he's kissing you, it makes him absolutely melt into a puddle.

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muselin · 2 years

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Ganachakra

Who: Switch!Ten x switch!reader

What: smut 🔞⛔️ sex as stress relief, light tantric sex practices, Ten going through a sub episode, switch dynamics discussed and switching happening during sex, reader has a vagina

Word count: 2.8k

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Sometimes it was just different, the way Ten kissed you. The way he wouldn't let go but wouldn't reach for your clothes like usual either. And when you reached for the hem of his shirt he'd fidget and immediately put his arms up for you. The way he sighed when you would cup his face as you kissed him rather than him holding yours. The way he'd let you push him down onto the bed and when you finally broke up for air, how he'd look up at you. The usual teasing glint in his eyes and the corners of his lips gone, replaced by a need that made him seem bare in a way beyond just having had his shirt pulled over his head.

"Have you been really stressed lately," you'd ask him. And unlike usual, he'd avoid your eyes and just grip your forearm with two hands, like a cat asking to be petted.

And who were you to deny him? For all his confidence and wisened self-care, there were things that still got to him that he couldn't manage on his own. So you fiddled with his belt and fly, stealing a glance at him as he was leaning up on his elbows to watch you.

Once you'd rid him of his clothes you straddled him and automatically his arms went up, hands by his head as if held captive by invisible chains. He looked so, so needy, yet still asked for nothing. He trusted that you knew exactly what he needed and he was giving you full reign to deliver it exactly as you wished.

And who would Ten be if he didn't tease? But of course you'd use his own tactics against him. You leaned over him, bare chest now pressing against his as your front ghosted along his skin, and he turned his head to the side, baring the column of his neck to you. You placed the tiniest kiss underneath his ear and there came the shivers.

When Ten got like this, his body became uniquely hypersensitive. The entire side of his body where you'd kissed him erupted in goosebumps and he inhaled sharply, trying not to shake. You continued, running the tip of your tongue over the shell of his ear and the tips of your fingers along his collarbones so gently as if tracing fine line work on a canvas. Such small touches were suddenly so much that he gasped under you, ribcage expanding and contracting with interrupted, shallow breaths as his eyes drifted onto something in the distance, unfocused, half-lidded. More goosebumps followed your fingers over his skin, truly a fascinating response that you couldn't just elicit any day.

"Calm down, Ten," you whispered to him, palm splaying over his sternum. Grounding, pressure, reminding him to breathe steadily and like a flipped switch the shivers calmed, his breathing evened out and his eyes drifted shut gently. The corners of his lips turned up but he still said nothing. He was revelling in it, you knew. He didn't always let you take control but sometimes he needed it so badly that it had to be complete submission.

"Look at me," you asked him sweetly. It wasn't even an order. And he did, pretty eyes looking up at you as his tongue swiped over his lips. The tease was back, however faint, and he was almost trying to entice you now. You reached up to run your fingers over his lips and he almost purred underneath you. He liked some unusual things, like having you pet his lips, running your fingers along them over and over. Something about the sensation made the back of his skull tingle and made blood rush downwards.

"You want me to ride you, baby?"

He didn't answer. All his language skills tended to disappear in moments like this, you'd surprisingly discovered, but he raised himself up just a little, lips opening around your fingers and he sucked one in smoothly, looking at you in a daze as he had been. Something jumped in your chest when his tongue ran along your finger, the light texture of it a reminder to all the time Ten had spend buried between your thighs, attached to your clit as you writhed and moaned underneath him. Now he was only asking you to return the favour.

You moved down until you had his hard, twitching cock in front of your face and you licked it from base to tip. Ten's thighs tensed up hard, sinewy muscle flexing under your hands while you held him in place and wet his cock nicely. He'd taken to panting a little again, not taking his eyes off you but then you took his shaft into your mouth and he downright whined. He reached for your hair but you popped off of his cock with a wet noise. "Hands stay by your head."

Ten obeyed well when he wanted to, when he was like this, you barely had to remind him. His breaths had gone uneven again but not as bad as before and you let him get riled up from your mouth on him, working him in tandem with your hand.

His body begged you when words weren't coming to him. His hips raising and dipping gracefully, like a wave that you rolled with because you knew he had a hard time staying still. You took his cock in deep, the head hitting the back of your throat and he got louder, choked up moans replacing his dreamy hums. His thighs fell open around you and somehow he managed to do even that gracefully, while moaning and sounding already so fucked out.

You loved him like this, so responsive and desperate, and you knew just what he craved. You sucked him in deeply and slowly, making sure he felt every bit of friction on his cock from your lips and tongue as you made a tight space for him to buck into. You'd be lying if you said you weren't drooling a little from the weight of him on your tongue and how beautiful he sounded. It spurred you on to go harder, keeping it deep and satisfying for him and by the look of him he very much approved. He was hissing and moaning but he was smiling through it, euphoria painted on his face. Fucking gorgeous. His hands fisted the sheets but stayed obediently by his head.

Instinct served you and as you bobbed up and down his shaft, you moved your fingers down to massage the muscle at the root of his cock in time with your sucking. The result was a rather shameless mewl being added to the variety of noises echoing off the walls.

He must have been high strung because his hips arched clear off the bed when you didn't let up, continuing to suck and lick his cock while you massaged with your hand what you couldn't reach with your mouth. His breaths weren't so much breaths anymore as they were desperate gasps for air and you hadn't even touched his throat. His cock throbbed in your mouth and you geared up to swallow him down because his writhing and gasps only meant one thing.

He emptied himself into your mouth in powerful spurts and you looked up at him, not about to miss the most beautiful thing of all: the face he had when he was swimming in bliss. Lips parted, stretched into an easy smile like how he was on any normal day. His hands that had been balled up into fists gripping the sheets relaxed by his face and your chest swelled with pride and care.

You kept his slowly softening cock in your mouth, occasionally teasing him with a lick here and there just to feel him jerk and suck in a breath, not daring to ask you to stop.

When you finally released him you moved up to sit by his head and he instinctively found your thigh, nuzzling his face into it and reaching his hands up to your lap. He liked to hold hands in the afterglow sometimes, you joked that it helped bring him back from Venus to Earth. Because he really did sometimes seem as if he was on a whole other planet during some of his vulnerable moments.

When he calmed, he looked up at you and you studied him. The hunger was still there but the edge had been taken off the desperation. Usually this would be where he would turn the tables on you but not always. Like today, sometimes he still needed you to guide his body through.

You moved down the bed to straddle him and although he was soft, you sat on his lap anyway. He could feel how wet you'd got from sucking him off and his pupils went wide, cock quickly hardening up from being pressed up right against your folds. He whined as he started grinding up into you and his hands were by his head again. This time you caught hold of his wrists and pressed down lightly.

Ten bit his lip, raising his hips again and pressing his cock up against your wetness as he looked up at you. A wet noise followed his motions and he released his lip, mouth hanging open when he heard it.

"I really, really need to be inside you. Please."

His voice was a hoarse half-whisper as he had not spoken for a while and it went straight to your core. It didn't sound so much like he was begging but he was. He rarely asked you for things, usually he gave the orders.

You locked eyes with him as you raised yourself up and positioned his tip right at your entrance. You loved watching him take in that moment when he would first sink inside you. His lips parted and his eyes narrowed, a deep breath expanding his lungs as you lowered yourself down onto his cock, enveloping him in heat. You clenched your walls around him for good measure when he was all the way inside you and you could see him losing it already. His hand flew up to cover his mouth.

"Oh fuck... How..."

Muffled words behind his hand, cursing his own sporadic hypersensitivity. His abs tensed hard and he was gasping again.

"How does it feel, baby? Tell me," you smiled at him, knowing that asking him to make sentences right now was practically a punishment for him.

"It feels so fucking good," he tried, voice trembling on every syllable. "It feels like I'm g-going to cum any second even-n though I kn-know it can't happen that fast..."

"How's your mind?"

Ten shut his eyes, rolling his hips against you and nestling his cock deep inside your heat.

"Blurry, racing... Disconnected."

"Sounds like we should fix that," you mused, arching your back in a smooth glide over his length. "Do as I say, baby."

It was only a suggestion but Ten nodded frantically.

Tantra had been on the table of things to explore consistently and while you were both improving, at this stage you dabbled in it mainly for relaxation and prolonging each other's pleasure.

"Deep breath in," you instructed, placing a hand over Ten's abs and halting your thrusts. "Breathe out."

He obeyed.

"Again."

You kept your hand over his abdomen, feeling his breathing. His exhales were more sighs of pleasure than anything, his cock throbbing within your walls even though you had stopped moving. You caressed his body slowly, in time with his breaths. Your hands skimmed over his chest, tracing the delicate lines of his pecs and tattoos and he practically sunk into the mattress.

"Look at me," you said and he followed, cat-like eyes opening slowly to meet with yours. Your lips curved and you circled your hips slowly, your cunt hugging his cock deliciously and Ten moaned happily with his lip between his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure but you weren't having that.

"Nuh-uh, eyes on me, baby."

He made effort to refocus on your gaze and you continued grinding in circles over his cock, hums of pleasure slipping out of you as his cock grazed against the sensitive spots inside you on each pass.

"Mmmmm...," his hands slid down his body, leaving their designated position by his head. "I can do yam yub now."

"You want the lotus? You're sure?"

"It's less blurry now, I want to do it," he nodded at you.

You stopped your thrusts for a moment, allowing Ten to sit up and reposition you without withdrawing his cock from you. You wrapped your legs around him as he held you in his lap, his thighs caging yours from underneath. You were so close to each other and yet it wasn't enough. You wrapped your arms around his neck too.

You met his eyes and they seemed lucid now, warm and much calmer than they were when he was desperate for you to touch him.

He leaned in and kissed you, his lips parting quickly to let your tongue glide over his. He guided you over his cock at the same time and both of you moaned into each other's mouths at the sparks of pleasure the movements caused.

You were soaking his cock and your juices had dripped down over his balls to his thighs by now but neither of you cared. The sloppy, wet sounds of your fucking only added to the experience as it was intended to engage all senses.

"You taste like me," Ten hummed against your lips, breaking the kiss momentarily. He didn't mind, it was an observation. Touch, sight, sound and taste. Almost there.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, kissing and suckling on it hungrily. There was something underneath that you could smell, something impossible to describe. It wasn't his shampoo or sweat or cologne, it was something else. Something uniquely him that you always found intoxicating.

"You're clenching on me, I can't last much longer like that," Ten whispered in your ear, almost begging you to slow down so he could make it last longer.

"You feel too good, I can't help it," you said helplessly, the control no longer in your hands.

"Mmmm, what's it feel like, baby?"

He was teasing now, slamming your hips down hard and revelling in the feel of your soft walls all around his overstimulated cock. Playing with your mind was definitely going against tantra rules but rules generally meant little to Ten.

"Right there, that feels so good when you push all the way in, fuck..." Now it was you falling apart in his arms a little and he was completely there for it. The desired effect had been achieved after all.

"Yeah? You like it when I fuck you deep like that?"

He was biting onto your earlobe now and that was playing dirty. "I'm gonna cum like this, I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping over me," he whispered tensely.

It wasn't fair, you knew you could last longer than that but you no longer remember why you had wanted to. Not when Ten had this harsh grip on your hips, thrusting into you powerfully and steadily from below, his angle ensuring that his cock grazed right at your sensitive spots each time he slammed back into you.

"Stop talking and let it go then," you rasped the order in his ear and he fucked into you harder, his cock hardening up even more inside you if that was even possible.

You were in love with that feeling, when he would swell up and harden up just that little bit more when he was about to cum. It was burned into your senses that it meant the next thing you'd be feeling would be the twitching of his cock as he released inside of you and this time was no different.

A long, drawn out, depraved moan ripped from Ten's throat as he held you down onto his cock, emptying himself inside of you in rhythmic spurts and the sensation of it in your cunt hurtled you off the edge too. With a whine you clamped down hard onto his cock, your walls fluttering around his still-spasming shaft as you rode your own orgasm at the tail of his.

Your breath left you all at once and your muscles relaxed into Ten's warmth, neither of you rushing to separate or move away. His fingers slid over the back of your neck and guided your face down so that your forehead touched his, and the two of you relished in the calming of your breathing together. Ten then reached up to find your hand where it was still around his shoulders and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"If you don't move, I can lay us both down at the same time," Ten teased, kissing the tip of your nose.

"But don't you want a shower," you questioned.

"Not now."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"No."

Balance had apparently been restored.

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xotaemintol · 3 months

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Who are the best kissers in NCT iyo? (Plz include RIIZE im begging)

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

! (You will be blocked if you are a minor) !

Ofc I can add Riize 🩷🩷 I hope you don’t mind that I only did six members, this list would be even longer if not for my writers block 🥲 but in my opinion, the best kissers in NCT are….

Yuta is such a good kisser. Probably the best on the list actually, when he kisses you it always feels so sensual—he used the perfect amount of tongue; never too much or too little. He’s confident in his skills so he usually ends up leading, in the beginning of the kiss he’ll let you lead for a little while, especially if you kissed him first. But when he’s done letting you take the wheel, he’ll change the pace and add a little tongue. If you let him, he’ll kiss you until your lungs are aching, but even then it’s not enough for him. He has to keep going until you’re begging for him to fuck you, he kisses you until you’re basically begging for more. He’s the most likely to finger you while making out with you because he gets so turned on by kissing you, it happens so often actually that you refuse to kiss him in public unless it’s small kisses on the cheek.

Mark, is definitely one of the best kissers in NCT. The first time you made out with him as a dare and it was so good you were practically dragging him to his bedroom. Ever since then Mark has always been the best. And you should’ve expected it when he said that he was “pretty okay” at kissing. He’s more of a slow and steady type of guy when it comes to kissing, he wants to make sure you really feel his lips—that you feel butterflies when he slips his tongue into your mouth and that you can tell just how badly he wants to be inside of you. He won’t hold you there until you’re about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, in fact he’s the first to pull away; but it’s only so he can watch you follow his lips waiting for more. He thinks kissing you is so hot, and he finds it so sexy when you get turned on from kissing him.

Sungchan is almost too good, his lips are so soft and warm, they feel otherworldly. He could kiss your underwear off and you wouldn’t even notice, and it’s actually happened more than once or twice. The way his tongue feels in your mouth makes your knees so weak, if your lungs gave out from kissing him you’d be perfectly fine with that because he’s so good. Making out with him when you can’t go all the way is like asking to be frustrated for the rest of the day, and he doesn’t make it any better. His hands are just as slick as his tongue, and as soon as he feels your lips quiver he knows exactly what to do next. It goes from kissing to practically fucking each other with your mouths, it’s so passionate and heated…you could get off just from kissing him and he knows that too.

Jaehyun is very obviously a great kisser, he’s so smug about it too—grinning against your lips when you lean into him a bit too much or quickly. Biting down on your bottom lip ever so softly as he pulls away, and he can’t even hide how turned on he gets when kissing you too. It’s so hot. The way he breathlessly chuckles as hes teasing you by just grazing your lips with his own, even if his entire face is flushed and he’s practically panting. But when he starts actually kissing you he immediately becomes weak in the knees, moaning quietly into your mouth with you sat on his lap…he’s so weak when he’s making out with you and it only makes kissing him feel so much better.

Haechan is so good…he always leaves you wanting more, you could kiss him until his lips fall off. The way his lips feel is so heavenly, and when he’s kissing you he’s not going to tease you…if he’s not too frustrated that is. But on his worse days (but best for you) when he’s desperate to be inside of you, he kisses you like he need you to breathe. Don’t pull away from him for a second, he’ll hold your head there and keep going until you’re both light headed. Not even then is he done though, with kiss swollen lips he’ll pull you closer to him—until your bodies are so close that they could melt together from the heat, and continues the kiss you broke. He looks so fucked out just from making out with you, his entire face is flushed and he’s panting as he starts at you and then your lips…he’s just as addicted to kissing you as you are him.

Ten is so good that he makes you feel sensitive, hes either really experienced or just really luckily to be that good. He chuckles against your lips every time you whimper or moan into his mouth, sometimes if he’s feeling kinky enough he’ll lick your tongue. He’s such a kinky kisser. Kissing him is almost better than sex, and instead of kissing you until your lips hurt he’ll pull away and make you ask for him to kiss you. And don’t just say you want it, no. He wants you to describe how you want him to kiss you, if you want his tongue in your mouth you better say it, if you want him to bite your lip you better say it. Depravity is the key for him, it’s okay if you cant keep up with him—but he always expects you to learn and apply what you’ve learned where you see fit. And that means returning all of his teasing bites, every lick, and all of his slightly degrading remarks.

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berrymarkie · 2 months

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hiii can you do ten x virgin!reader 🥹 your taeyong and jaemin fics are so fcking gooddd i cried 😭

virgin | ten

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thank you for the request, i hope this is good. btw thank you so much you’re so sweet! 😭💞 this took a bit longer than expected so i apologize for that! 🙂‍↕️

genre : smut , fluff

it’s been 3 weeks since you last saw your boyfriend ten. although you can go days without seeing him, weeks are harder on you. he’s on a business trip with his parents. they usually leave him at home but this time was different as they were going to his hometown. you’ve been visiting friends today, finally arriving home at around 11.

as you walk into your bedroom you see a figure on your bed. your heart drops at the sight, not knowing who was in your room. but your worries turns into excitement when you realize that it’s your boyfriend. “you didn’t tell me you’d be back early.” you say and crawl onto the bed to hug him.

“i missed you so much.” ten whines as he squeezes you gently.

“i missed you too, but please tell me you didn’t leave your parents early just to come see me.” you sigh and pull away from the hug to look at him. he laughs nervously and rubs the back of his neck.

“hey! that’s where you were raised and you leave this early?” you push his shoulder gently and frown at him. “it was worth it, i got to do what i wanted to do. besides i’d choose you over staying there any day.” he smiles and kisses your cheek. you look at him with a small smile and nod. “okay then.”

he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your lips gently, moving his hands up and down. you kiss him slowly, your hands finding their way to his hair. you run your fingers through his hair slowly, still moving your lips against his.

he pulls away from the kiss and pulls you onto his lap, his hands starting to trail up into your shirt as he rubs your waist. “what’d you do when i was gone?” he asks while looking at you with a smile.

you pause for a second to think. “honestly, nothing really.” you laugh softly. he chuckles and looks at you for a moment. “i really missed you.” he says and kisses you again, one of his hands moving up to touch your cheek.

the kiss you two exchange become rougher. you feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, causing you to smile slightly. he took that as his chance to slip his tongue closer to yours. his tongue brushes against yours as you keep kissing, the kiss quickly becoming sloppy.

he pushes you off his lap gently and lays you onto the bed, leaning down to kiss your neck. “why do you always smell so damn good.” he whispers into your ear in between kisses. giggling softly, you rest your hand in his hair. his breathing quickens as he continues giving kisses on your neck. you can feel something hard pressing against your thigh as he pulls you closer to him.

he pulls away from your neck but keeps his face nuzzled in it, breathing heavily. “hey baby?” he pants. “yeah?” you ask while playing with his hair.

“do you think you’re ready?” he asks, pulling away from your neck and looking at you. “for what?” you ask, confused on what he’s talking about.

“you know…” he trails off, his eyes wandering away from your face. you soon realize what he’s talking about, taking a second to think about it.

“yeah, i am.” you say while looking at him. he immediately looks up at you and nods. he moves his hands to the bottom of your top, looking at you for permission to take it off. you nod and he pulls your shirt off of you. your chest is now partially bare, covered by a light pink bra.

you haven’t been this exposed to him ever, he takes in the sight of your cleavage for a moment before pulling his own shirt off. his bare torso and tattoos can be seen in the dim light of the room.

his hands find their way to your chest, gently holding and squeezing your boobs through your bra. he leans down and starts to kiss on your chest while keeping eye contact with you. starting to suck gently, leaving hickeys along your chest.

he pulls away and pushes down your pants, revealing the matching pink panties underneath. a long breath escaping his lips as he looks at you, taking in the sight of you so vulnerable underneath him. unlike before, you’d stop him when he would try to undress you.

he lays next to you and rubs your thigh gently, brushing his finger against your panties. you hold onto his free hand as he pulls off your panties. “you sure about this? we can stop now.” he says and looks at you, his hand reaching closer to your cunt. “i’m sure.” you say softly, he nods in response.

his finger rubs against your folds, spreading the wetness around and onto your clit. he rubs your clit slowly, looking between your face and your pussy. you look at him and hide your face in the blanket close to him. he chuckles a bit and keeps rubbing his fingers against you, eventually rubbing around your hole. he pushes one finger in slowly causing you to whimper. it hurt a bit but it was bearable.

“never been touched like this before? hm?” he whispers and starts to move his finger in and out. you gasp softly at the feeling of his finger in and out of you. your eyes shut as he speeds up, concentrating on the pleasure that is being given to you.

“cmon baby, you gonna cum huh?” his voice low and stern. you nod and whimper as you feel yourself getting close. he adds another finger inside of you and moves them in and out even faster.

you clench around his fingers as you feel yourself cumming. throwing head back into pillow with a whimper, you pant. “was that your first time cumming?” he asks you softly.

“no but, it’s never felt that good.” you breathe out. he chuckles and kisses your cheek. after letting you rest for a bit, ten sits up and pulls off his pants. he sits beside you and pulls off his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

he looks at you with desire in his eyes as he moves closer to you. you find yourself having a hard time looking away from his cock once you look at it. “i don’t think it will fit” you say nervously.

“don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.” he says and gets on top of you again. his tip brushes against your thigh as he leans down to kiss your lips. you kiss him back until you feel him rubbing himself against your slit, pulling away from the kiss enough to catch his breath.

“you ready?” he asks. you nod and grab his hand to hold. you look up at his face, getting ready for whatever it would feel like. he smiles softly and starts to push in slowly. his eyes squeeze shut as he comes in contact with your warmth. you wince at the feeling, he’s stretching you more than his fingers did. it causes a burning sensation to set in.

he doesn’t move for a moment but then starts to push in again, adding more and more length slowly. your eyes start to tear up due to the pain. he sees this and quickly kisses your cheeks, making sure not to move into you anymore.

“you wanna stop? it’s okay if you do.” he says and pushes your hair out of your face gently. “i wanna keep going.” you say softly, breathing heavily. he nods and starts to push in a bit more. you’re full on crying now, tears flowing from your eyes because of the overwhelming amount of pain.

he leans down and kisses the tears on your cheeks, starting to rub your palm gently. “tell me when i can move.” he says and starts kissing your neck, hoping to distract you from the pain.

a few minutes go by with him staying completely still, not moving at all but still keeping his lips on your neck. “you can move now.” you whisper. he nods and stops kissing your neck, slowly starting to add more of his length into you. your breath quickens as the pain starts to rise again. he pulls away from your neck and looks at you.

the feeling of him filling you up is overwhelming and you start to squeeze his hand. “i can’t.” you choke out. he shakes his head and shushes you. “shh, i know you can take it.” he whispers and smiles.

“i’m gonna put it in all the way, you ready?” he asks you and rubs your hand. you bite the inside of your cheek and nod. he pushes into you completely, bottoming out into you. “fuck.” he groans when he feels the tightness around him.

he stays still again, letting you get used to his size. “you can move.” you say and grip onto his hand again, preparing to feel pain again. he starts to move in and out of you gently, breathing heavily.

“so so tight.” he grunts and keeps the same pace. the pain faded into pleasure quickly. he slowly starts to move in and out of you quicker. “does that feel good now?” he pants, making you nod quickly.

“faster please.” you whimper quietly. he smiles and starts to thrust into you faster. the room becoming filled with wet slapping noises as he fucks into you. “let me hear you baby, dont be so quiet.” he groans and shakes his head.

suddenly, his thrusts become rougher. now reaching deeply in a way that causes your legs to go weak. you let out a soft moan as he thrusts into you deeper, your body getting pushed up into the pillows more with every movement.

your eyes flutter shut tightly, your whole body starting to shake as you get closer to cumming. you look up at him, taking in the sight of his messy hair. you push his hair away from his forehead but quickly retracting your hand to grip onto his shoulder as he hits deeper into you.

he looks down at your stomach, groaning as he sees the bulge of his cock in your stomach. “look at that.” he says and grabs your legs, putting them on his shoulders. you look down to see the bulge in your stomach, then laying head back on pillow while whimpering.

“where do i cum?” he asks while still moving into you. “wherever you want.” you manage to say, your hand leaves his shoulder to grip onto the bedsheets tightly.

with one final thrust, he groans and you feel his warm cum flowing into you. his head falls to the side of your neck, still thrusting a bit. you whine as you feel yourself starting to cum as well. your body now going limp after reaching your high.

he moves down and starts to kiss your chest. his kisses turn into gentle sucks, working on making the previous marks he left even darker. you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath.

he pulls away from your neck and leans back, slowly pulling out of you while looking down at your pussy. his cum drips out slowly, staining the bedsheet underneath.

he lays next to you and pulls you closer. “you did so good, i love you.” he smiles softly and kisses your cheek.

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thank you so much for all the support on my previous posts! i was expecting to get like 15 likes on each post MAX… so this is really cool <3 more requests would be really appreciated right now, i have no ideas at all tbh. 😭

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honeyydrunk · 4 months

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the nct fuckboy/fratboy agenda has me weakkkk omg give us more whenever u have the time ur so good!!!

ofc thank u !! they have me going delusional feral crazy barking and meowing !! let me do it for you let me write it out ANY MORE REQUESTS LEMME KNOW !!

part 1 link NCT COLLEGE FUCKBOYS PART 2 ten jeno jungwoo hendery yangyang renjun xiaojun winwin

ten lee chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is a whore. absolute whore. he's raising those neos into SLUTS. his reputation precedes him bc he is so pretty, so flexible, so ughhhhhhhhhhh !!!! like you see him for the first time and you know why people say he's got a body count bigger than his age. everyone wants to fuck himmm. he's so pretty, and even even prettier fucked out. messy hair and everything.

he's always flirting with someone new in the hallway when you see him. and like taeyong, his sex tapes get sent AROUND. people come up to him at school randomly and beg for 1 night w him. he's slept w all the neos at one point im sure about that.

you knew about how much of a SLUT bro was. but once you saw one of his sex tapes w johnny, you found yourself showed up outside of his class and begged for him. he responded that you should dm him w your application and he might get back to you about it. lee jeno 💪 bro is ur average athlete player fuckboy. THE cliche. smokes behind the benches, rich family, somehow top of the class. the one that everyone swears they won't fall for but they all want. you see a new girl on his arm each week and it hurts. but you've already fallen, it's just a matter of time. he'll start wearing you down and he didn't even know he did it. but you did. pulling the triangle technique when you lock eyes, catching you when you fall. and eventually he'll be right behind you when you shamefully admit to your friend that you want him. when he fucks you gone in his car? you know you need to get him to stay with you. you couldn't live without this. like you need his dick to even function. you've given up your life for him, just so that when he asks you're available to suck his dick.

JUNGWOO,,,, oh my god. he's so crazy. y'all remember the 2 baddies fuckboy jungwoo era. imagine that, but that's his default setting. man's still sugaring candy, but it's ur candy this time. he's sucking ur pussy if u didn't understand what doja said. he's the quiet slut. the whole school doesn't talk about him like they do mark, ten, taeyong and jeno. but when you see him? you're done for. batshit crazy delusional. his whole demeanour and personality is straight flirting, pulling his shirt up at every opportunity. the way he walks around the school with his sweet perfume trailing, he gets people going feral over him. people will just walk up and beg for him to fuck him, and ofc jungwoo obliges if they're hot enough.

he's so sweet when you taste him, like his cum is sweeter than sugar. his perfume too. everything about him is like a candy drug. a pretty moan when you suck him dry. he's so pretty and sweet that makes you cum too. genuinely, you start following him around school just so you can smell him. you don't even care it's creepy.

H E N D E R Y is the epitome of "so weird you forget he's hot." he's actually extremely popular. genuinely friends with everyone. people are a little hesitant because they know he's part of the neo slut gang, and they see him acting a little unusual special crazy. but they actually have a conversation with him and suddenly they realise, bro this guy is amazing. and jus like that he's friends with everyone.

but then, uh well here comes a strange phenomenon. you've only seen him being silly, a little whimsical even. but when you see him zoned out, or concentrating for once? ..... "oh". because you finally realise how beautiful he is. an actual prince. it's not exaggerated to say he's taken your breath away. you're in love. imagine how much it hurts to go to a party and realise that you're not the only one in the room that is. so many people had that exact experience as you. learning how beautiful he truly is, falling in love, and begging for him. you see him in the corner, zoned out from the loud music and watch one of the guys you're mutually friends with have that phenomenon right there and then, pulling him away to a cupboard.

the same thing happened 3 times that night. liu yangyang international exchange fuckboy. he doesn't realise he's a fuckboy though. with the whole funny and cute personality going on, he thinks he's just got an amazing ability to pull people. sleeping with a different person or multiple people at a party, to seeing someone new every day and asking for their instagram. bro doesn't even know about the horrendous reputation he's got. "dude people say i'm a slut? nahhh that's crazy."

yangyang is of the opinion he's just a funny chill guy. down for anything, including a little fun fuck times whenever someone asks. and while that's his reasoning, he doesn't quite understand how it looks to everyone else. a rich guy coming back from germany, taiwan, and wherever else for weekend getaway bender and driving to school in a luxury car with a new girl in it almost every day.

when he fucks? it's just like his personality. fun and hyper. bros fucking for a good time and with him it's definitely a good time. spilling cum on the luxury leather seats, tinted windows and a surround sound system. yeah,,,,, you see why he does this so often. it's genuinely so much fun. better make sure you give him a really good time though, so he invites you to his apartment next time.

renjunnie the most smug class president for some, and nct's little plaything to others. it really depends on who you ask. for people in his class, he is the most obnoxious, smug, annoying ahh know it all, with the biggest dick. (a stick up his ass which is obviously jenos). genuinely, every person he's tutored has ended up unfortunately eyeing him instead of the book. how did that end? with him being just as rude and bitchy as he fucks you. measuring how much he pleases you by how much you can answer while fucked out.

but for the ones that know of the dreamies having their way with him can't possibly see him as anything other than a little toy. the way the other six just devour that man is actually quite shocking. lowkey surprised bro can even walk.

xiaojun oh my lord. this man's moans are heavenly. you actually cum when you hear them. (lowkey think some czennie do when he hits those notes). he's part of the nct moaner gets passed around line with renjun, haechan, taeyong, and ten. horrid sex tapes.

he looks so beautiful. standing in front of the school performance during an assembly, halting everyone with his voice. if you could look around, you'd see everyone frozen. haunted by his siren song and face that launched a thousands wars. everyone in that room was looking at him, and only him. in that room, no one was in a relationship. how could they love anyone else except him.

countless marriage proposals, dowrys of billions. everyone in that room would give xiaojun the world in exchange for a sliver of his love. no joke someone has given him a car in exchange for his private instagram account. winwin bros got the cha eunwoo effect. the campus crush. he hangs out with the china line horrid fuckboys , yangyang hendery chenle. but who cares? that actually elevates his status. literally a rose in a garden of slutty ahh thorns. that's not to say he's not a giant fuckboy. he's just quieter about it.

with his quiet excuses, sneak dates an hour away, his subtle ways of affection. he says he doesn't want attention, so you can't publicly date. but that's just so the other girls won't find out. he doesn't even think he's dating you, just seeing where it goes. eventually you'll call it off, "making it easier on your friendship" you say. that's how he goes through so many girls.

taking you to a beautiful garden several hours out of the city, you think it's romantic. he uses a different phone to text with you, 'so the guys don't go through my regular one and tease you'.

enjoying the sunlight he's slowly fingering you so you're focused on his love, and not seeing what's right in front of you

tags: @stanskzorillkickyou you asked for yangyang bbg !!

prev: haechan, mark, johnny, yuta, jaemin, kun, chenle, jisung next: jaehyun doyoung taeil lucas

#nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct smut #ten smut #ten lee smut #lee jeno smut #jeno smut #jungwoo smut #hendery smut #yangyang smut #xiaojun smut #winwin smut

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hencheri · 29 days

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stalker/perv ten but reader finds him a cutie patootie instead of getting scared 🤓

18+. mdni.

warning: stalking, dubcon.

a.n.: at first i wasn't sure where to go with this.. but i really like it!? hope you do, too <3

he always has a black hoodie over his head, hands in pockets and gaze low on the pavement. he follows you each night to your apartment. without a doubt, he's behind you, silently walking at a steady step.

you don't know who he is since you've never seen his face. you've wondered a few times what he looks like, and even thought about discovering it for yourself, but you never did. never had the balls.

until today.

you don't know why, but you've decided to speed up your steps. maybe to see if he would keep up, and to no surprise, he did.

usually, he never enters your apartment building. he always stops there and watches you from a couple of feet away. but today, just before turning the corner, you do a 180 and face him.

he's taken aback, taking a few steps backwards. his eyes are hidden under his hood, but you can decipher the outline of a big nose, lips sealed in a straight line.

"who are you? what do you want?" you immediately ask, not taking your eyes off of him.

you've been scared of him at the beginning, but as the nights passed, you've overcome the fear. he felt like a part of your routine in a weird way.

this time, he looks like the one scared of you, stepping backwards until his back meets the fence surrounding your apartment building. you move up and you can see under his hood, his eyes avoiding yours.

he doesn't answer so you rapidly reach up and snatch his hoodie off of his head. he can't hide anymore, so he has no other choice than to finally look at you.

sweet brown eyes stare back at you, fluffy bangs brushing his forehead. the mysterious man who obsessively follows you each night is... pretty.

"i'm sorry." he seems so embarrassed, and it endears you. you can't help but feel some pity for him. he's clearly harmless, and it shows even more now that he doesn't dare to do anything.

"answer me. who are you?" you repeat with a stern voice this time.

his cheeks are flushed red, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows down. you notice his hands moving inside the pocket of his hoodie, and with no response from him, you decide to grab his wrist, pulling his phone out.

you steal it from his hand, a small protest coming out of his mouth, but he shuts up immediately when you shoot him a glare.

his phone was already opened as he was on the app camera. the picture at the bottom catches your attention and you click on it without thinking twice.

you discover plenty of videos and photos of yourself taken from afar. the majority are just you walking back home with your outside clothes on, but some of them are extremely perverted.

you see yourself in bikinis from pics you've posted on instagram, others where the focus is on specific parts of your body like your thighs and breasts — most of them taken at school — and the most disturbing pictures; you changing through your bedroom's window.

you raise your eyebrows, astonished to see such a behaviour coming from a cute guy like him. you don't even know him and he has a whole album about you.

you scoff, looking up at him, "so, that's what you want?" you ask.

his eyes widen, still very much flustered. "huh, n-no... i-" he stutters out, shaking his head, unable to align any words that make sense.

"you want to fuck me? is that it?"

he stares at you blankly when hearing your question, a few seconds pass where you wait for him to say something, but you think you guessed just right with the shy nod he gives you after.

he of course doesn't complain when you drag him inside of your apartment, the first thing you do is pulling his pants down and taking his cock in your mouth.

his hands grab your hair, small moans escaping his pretty pink lips, his hair going into his eyes as he watches you sucking him off. you know you might be a little insane for inviting your stalker into your home, but that makes two of you now, right?

he's literally amazed by the scene happening in front of him, fingers pulling on your hair, not wanting you to stop for one second. you're surprised when he takes control, snapping his hips against your face, his balls slapping your chin.

you inevitably choke around him, and he loves it, groaning above you. you try to endure it, but you rapidly have to tap his thigh for him to stop, to give you a breath of air.

but he doesn't and instead ignores you, continuing his assault on your mouth. his grip on your hair is painful and makes your scalp sting, using his hold on you to move your head how he wants.

you're whining around him and it sends delicious vibrations throughout his body, thighs shaking as he's closer and closer to his orgasm.

when he pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips, he furiously tugs on his cock.

"f-fuck, fuck," he curses out before painting your face in his white cum, thick ropes landing on your cheeks.

you look like a mess, the most beautiful he's ever seen you, and he takes out his phone to capture the moment. he wants it forever engraved in his mind.

he never thought you would ever offer him this, but he definitely will seek more now that he knows you're as fucked up as he is.

#nct #wayv #ten lee #ten lee smut #ten lee x reader #ten x reader #ten smut #wayv smut #wayv x reader #wayv fanfic #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #nct smut #nct x reader #tw stalking #tw dubcon

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crdteezv · 7 months

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Frat House - Yangyang Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring: !fratboy! yangyang x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Yangyang. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !possessive/jealous! yangyang, DUB-CON, toxic…, also somewhat dark and not for the faint of heart, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, hair pulling, oral (giving/receiving(69)), throat fucking, manhandling, masochism, spanking, video recording (consensual), edging, o.denial/control overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.2k words

A/N: I know it’s been some time since I last updated this series. But, I would like to say that it is hopefully coming to an end very soon! Next, I will work on Xiaojun and then finish off with Winwin. Now I hope you all enjoy the Yangyang ver!

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Yangyang.

You felt a bit surprised but relieved that it didn't point to a certain someone. Plus, you kinda know Yangyang so this wouldn’t be too awkward for you.

"Looks like you're staying with me tonight!"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'm pretty tired anyway, let's head up now."

He agreed and took your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

Meanwhile, Hendery was still processing what happened. He felt a bit upset because he wanted the bottle to land on him. Others understood his feelings but moved on eventually. Everyone went to their rooms to sleep for the night.

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You have arrived at Yangyang's room.

It was nice and simple with a lot of grey undertones. His bed was facing the TV and was accompanied by his gaming setup.

"Hey, you can take the bed, and I'll crash on the floor or something–"

"No, it's okay. I'd feel bad making you sleep on the floor. Come here."

You gently pulled him towards the bed, feeling surprisingly at ease together.

"Your gaming setup looks pretty cool. So, you game a lot I assume?"

"Yeah, I do! I usually play with Winwin or Hendery. Lately, we've been hooked on Apex."

Seeing him talking about something he is passionate about, made him have this sparkle in his eye. You were so focused on what he was saying, you started to notice how attractive he was.

"I've never really played it before. I'm usually swamped with schoolwork."

"Wait, we could play now! I'll teach you."

Agreeing nervously, you watched as Yangyang set up the game. With a controller in hand, he guided you through the basics, his excitement contagious. Soon, you were immersed in the game together.

Laughter filled the room as you navigated the game alongside him. Gradually, you found yourself enjoying his company, feeling a growing connection. As the night wore on, you sensed a subtle shift in the air, the space between you started to heat up with tension. Sitting closely against the bedframe, your thighs would occasionally brush with each other, which was distracting you from the game.

"Hey, are you alright? You're playing slower than usual."

"I'm fine, just not used to this controller."

Yangyang paused the game, intertwining his arms with yours, hands still on the controller as if to offer comfort and support.

"You see, this is how you do it–"

Yangyang's hands covered yours, skillfully maneuvering the controller to control your character. It was as if he was playing the game for you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and heightened nervousness at his intimate gesture.

As you and Yangyang continued playing the game, the close proximity between you felt both exciting and nerve-wracking. His subtle breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, a sensation you hadn't experienced before. It was hard to concentrate, and Yangyang noticed.

"Do I make you nervous? You've been squirming since we started playing again. We can stop if–"

"No, don't stop," you interrupted, feeling emboldened by the moment.

Leaning back into him, you gave him a seductive look, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the intimate exchange.

Throughout the night, Yangyang couldn't keep his eyes off of you, feeling a growing desire. He couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, he began to kiss the back of your neck, which sent tingles throughout your body. His hands found their way to your waist, his whispers in your ear

“You should keep on playing the game sweetheart. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want...”

Shivers crawled down your spine as he said that to you. But, who are you to deny such an offer? You nodded your head and he leaned back onto the bedframe and your backside was facing against him. You felt at ease and started to play the game again.

But Yangyang had other plans.

As you focused on the game, his teasing escalated. His hands roamed under your shirt, causing you to squirm and struggle to concentrate.

"Please stop, I can't focus–" you pleaded, feeling overwhelmed.

But Yangyang's actions only intensified, his playful bites on your neck were sending waves of pleasure all over your body.

"I never said this was going to be easy," he smirked against your skin, his touch was driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

Determined to win, you bit your lip, trying to block out the sensations and focus. This will all be over once you beat the game.

Feeling Yangyang's hand inching lower, your breath caught in your throat as anticipation mingled with excitement. His touch through your clothed pussy sent a jolt of pleasure surging through you, and you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips.

"Seems like you don't want me to stop either," he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with lust as he felt the dampness soaking through your panties.

His words only fueled the desire raging within you, and you didn’t want him to stop at all.

His words alone were making you feel more aroused for him and you don’t know how long you could take it anymore.

He pulled your panties to the side and shoved his middle finger into your wetness. You let out a moan that was quickly covered up with one of his hands.

“Shh, you don’t want the others to find out what we are doing do you?”

You shook your head no and weren’t even focused on the game anymore. You were too immersed in all the things Yangyang was doing to you. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge. As waves of pleasure crashed over you, your moans became so out of control that you couldn't contain them anymore. But luckily Yangyang's hand muffled all the sinful noises you were making. Your body felt limp as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, losing control over yourself. Tears started to dwell down your face from all the stimulation you were feeling.

When Yangyang's thumb found its way to your clit, a primal scream tore from your throat, your body shuddering with pleasure.

He finds this all amusing and starts laughing at you.

“God, you can’t be this desperate for me, right? You’re not even playing the game for me anymore-”

He feels you squeeze and clench around his finger.

“Mhmm, you’re getting close sweetie? Then cum for me.”

He started shoving his fingers into you at a faster pace than ever before. And just when you were on the brink of climax, he stopped and pulled out his fingers immediately. You felt a sense of discomfort from being unsatisfied by his actions.

“Hey, why did you do that?”

His smirk only widened as he pointed to the TV, explaining his motive with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“It’s because you didn’t win love. I told you I will give you anything you want if you win.”

“Are you serious? It’s not even fair you, kept on distracting me.”

“Oh I know, and I don’t plan on making any of this easy for you. But I'll give you one more chance since I'm feeling generous tonight."

“YES! Now what’s the catch this time?”

He grabs the controller and switches the game to a simple racing game.

“Now, this should be easier for you to play and I will just be down here-”

He switches positions now between your legs while you lean against the bedframe.

You rolled your eyes out of annoyance. This is just going to be harder than before. But you were determined to win, fed up with his teasing. You agreed and focused on the game.

He started slow by kissing all over your thighs and squeezing them firmly with his hands. You stayed focused, he was not distracting you this time. He admired your determination but knew he could break you soon. His kisses turned into bites, making you tense. He let out a little smirk and continued marking up your thighs.

You were more focused on the game than before. You knew for a fact he was going to do everything in his power to make you fall for him. But, you are standing your ground and not making any moves. He couldn’t wait any longer and started to lick up your drenched pussy. He put your legs over his shoulders and started to devour you like he was hungry.

You bite your lip hard and start to lose focus. You were almost done with the game and just needed to hold out a little longer. He didn’t care anymore and shoved your core into his face. He started lapping up all of your juices and even started sucking on your clit.

You finished the game just in time and ended up in first place and you can fully let yourself go for him. You threw your head back in pleasure and started moaning even louder than before. You didn’t care if the whole house could hear you at this point, you just wanted Yangyang to keep going.

You pulled onto his hair and pushed him hard against you. You feel him start to whimper into you. The vibrations of all of the sounds he was making made you start to wince around him. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he starts to gasp for air.

“Fuck baby, this is not enough for me come here-”

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. He made you face away from him.

“Back that ass into me sweetie.”

You were taken aback as he grabbed your waist and pushed your pussy onto his face, causing you to let out a moan. No one had ever made you feel this aroused before, and he was practically driving you wild. He practically making you see stars. You grind your core onto his face and he was loving every second of this.

As you were going at it, you started to notice that his cock was right in front of you. With a sinful idea in mind, you pulled down his shorts and boxers, stroking him with your hand. He moaned in pleasure, too focused on you to fully comprehend your actions. He couldn’t help but grind up into your hand. Pumping him faster, you reveled in his needy desire.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" you teased, slowing your pace as he begged for more.

“Mhm f-fuck yes, don’t stop-”

You started to slow down your pace and let out a playful laugh.

“I don’t know if you earned it yet. You teased me so much tonight and -”

“P-please, I won’t tease you anymore..”

You looked back at him and gave him a smirk.

“You promise?”

He nodded his head you decided enough was enough. You took him into your mouth, and he threw his head back. He had already forgotten that he had a job to do too.

“Hey this don’t get too comfortable, you better get back to-”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He went back to devouring your pussy and with more vigor than before. You let out a loud moan and decided to suppress all your noises by shoving your throat down his cock. You began to bob your head up and down wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. You were both overwhelmed by each other. Just a moment ago you were playing a spin-the-bottle game and now his face is deep into your pussy.

Who would’ve known this all happening because of Hendery's little dare?

Yangyang couldn't resist thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag. Tears streamed down your face as you wondered if you could take this anymore.

The both of you were reaching your breaking point.

You felt his cock start to twitch in your mouth, and you clenched around his tongue in response. With increasing urgency, you both intensified your pace, driving each other to climax simultaneously, not wasting a single drop. You got off of him and almost fell back but he grabbed you in time.

“Oh baby, we're not done just yet.”

You gave him a confused look and he grabbed you and pushed you down into the mattress on your back. He pinned your hands over and proceeded to take off the rest of his and your clothes.

"You're so beautiful. I've always wanted to do this," he confessed, his words a mix of desperation and lust, unsettling you slightly.

"Every day in class, I'd stare at you, wanting to be closer," he admitted, his voice tinged with longing. "But Ten or Hendery would always get in the way..."

He slowly brought your legs up his shoulders and positioned himself into you.

“But now… I have you all to myself.”

You started to feel a little intimidated by him. He seemed so possessive all of a sudden. Before you could even say anything, he slips his cock into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you as pleasure surged through your body. Your eyes started to roll in the back of your head.

He began to pound into you with rough, deep strokes, his pace relentless and unforgiving. It was as if he was consumed by an insatiable hunger for you, a side of him you had never seen before.

“F-fuck Yangyang s-slow down-“

“No, I can’t anymore. I’ve wanted this for too long, princess. Besides just a moment ago you were practically begging me to fuck you.”

His words were starting to get to you. You did ask for this but you didn’t expect him to be so feral for you. Apart of you didn’t mind it though. You almost like the feeling of being wanted and almost felt selfish for it. It’s been a while since someone wanted to be inside of you this bad.

So you gave in and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you. He gripped on the headboard with one of his hands and started fucking deeper into you. His strokes started to become more sharp and precise.

“F-fuck p-please keep going… right there-“

“Ah you’re liking this a lot more now huh sweetheart? You look so pretty for me.”

He caressed your cheek gently before deciding to change things up. Flipping you onto your stomach, he positioned you with your ass in the air and pushed your head into the pillow.

"Now, I'm not holding back anymore. I want you to be loud for me so everyone in this house can hear you, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, delivering a loud smack to your ass that elicited a whimper from you.

“Especially Hendery and Ten.”

Your eyes widened as you realized Yangyang had planned this all along. He had been jealous since you kissed Ten in front of everyone

Little did you know, he and Winwin were in on it the whole time.

When he was whispering to Winwin when you kissed Ten, he was telling him that he wanted to find a way to separate you and Ten. Yangyang thought if he could somehow convince Hendery to come up with such a dare, there was a chance he could have you to himself tonight. That's why he didn't object when Hendery first proposed the dare.

Yangyang was jealous.

You looked back at Yangyang with such anger "You wanted this to happen, didn't you? How long have you been planning this?"

“Since we first met in math class. I always saw you and Hendery going against each other and how close you were with Ten-“

He pulled you up by your hair and brought you closer to his face.

“Now here you are all alone with me. Begging for me to fuck you. Isn't it crazy how things have turned out?"

“Oh you’re literally insane you know that?”

He pushes you back onto the bed and slips himself back into you.

“And you love that about me don’t you princess?”

With each powerful thrust, you moaned his name, torn between fear and lust. Despite your conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny how good he was making you feel. You felt like you were losing yourself to him and you didn’t want to let go of that feeling.

You were enjoying this and so was he.

He slowed his pace slightly, still inside you, and reached for his phone. He started to record you.

"Now, baby, look into the camera and tell me who makes you feel this good," he demanded.

"You... you do," you managed to gasp out.

He gave a harsh slap on your ass again and you let out a loud moan.

He delivered another harsh slap to your ass, eliciting a loud moan from you. "What was that, sweetie? I didn't quite catch that," he teased

"YOU DO!" you exclaimed, feeling the pleasure intensify as he pounded you deeper into the mattress.

"That's right, pretty girl. Only I can make you feel this good," he affirmed before stopping the recording and tossing his phone aside.

"Now that I've got what I wanted tonight, I think it's time to wrap this up, don't you think?" he suggested, his actions leaving you too overwhelmed to respond with words. All you could do was nod your head. You were too preoccupied to be able to let out any words at the moment. He was bringing you so much pleasure that all you could do was scream and moan in ecstasy.

He grabbed your waist with both of his hands and started to fuck you into the mattress. He gripped your waist so tight that it was starting to become a little painful to bear. You both eventually climax at the same time and he was riding out all of your orgasms. He wouldn’t stop until you were fully satisfied.

He fell back into the bed and brought you to his chest. You were both panting for air, trying to catch your breath. It felt a little awkward afterward and you both didn’t know what to say to each other.

“Hey look I’m sorry for the way I acted tonight. It’s just I’ve liked you for a very long time now and I just got carried away. I can’t help myself when it comes to you-“

You kissed him on his cheek.

“It's fine, Yangyang. You just caught me off guard is all. I just didn’t know you were this crazy for me-“

"Hey, I'm not that crazy for you," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood after everything that happened between the two of you.

“Oh come on. You kept on going on and on about how much you wanted me and was being really possessive. I think that’s what you call crazy.” you teased, noting his surprised expression as he realized your point.

"Look, I'm sorry again, and we can forget about this happening, and I'll even delete the video–" he started, but you interrupted him by grabbing his wrist.

"Oh, but I don't want to forget what happened tonight. It was just getting fun, don't you think?" you said playfully, causing him to feel drawn to you once more.

"You don't have to delete the video if you don't want to. I know you want to show all the other guys what went on with me and you tonight," you added, observing his surprised reaction.

"Especially Hendery and Ten, right?"

**AUTHOR NOTES**: If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [TEN] [WINWIN] [XIAOJUN] [HENDERY]

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