#yangyang prompts

[yunhohours]

can i request hard dom yangyang with 2 and 88? thank youu

2. “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad, you better start taking it.” 88. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

a/n: i wrote hate sex oops

“It’s you? Great.”

What a warm welcome.

“Nice to see you too, Yangyang.”

You drop your bag near the door as it bangs closed, leaving way too much silence in the big room occupied only by you and Yangyang. He’s looking at you in the mirror–no, glaring–and it’s already difficult to keep things professional.

You know Yangyang doesn’t like you. He’s had to work with you many times and, needless to say, he has not been happy about it once. You don’t let him slack. When you’re going over a new choreography with him, you’re on his ass. You know the subtleties make all the difference, so even if he “technically” did it right, if he didn’t do it with the right attitude or emotion, then he never did it right to begin with. He must be used to getting by on being “good enough,” and you’re sure his handsome face and charm help too. It’s too bad for him that it doesn't work on you. 

You weren’t even supposed to be here today. He was meant to practice his upcoming solo with one of the other girls. But the one that was scheduled called in sick and you were the only one available for him. It seems no one filled him in on who would be practicing with him. There isn’t even a buffer of other backup dancers to mitigate the tension. This project of his has a minimal but intricate choreography: just Yangyang and the girl dancing with/on him. 

It's going to be a long night. 

“Let’s just get started. The quicker we get everything down, the quicker we can go home.” Your voice is flat and lifeless, taking a big swig from your water bottle to prepare yourself. You already stretched before coming and Yangyang was left instructions to do the same before you arrived. Not to mention, you had to spend the entire day learning this choreography just to be here for him tonight. You were more than warmed up. 

Practice starts off exactly as you expected it would. Yangyang is half-assing moves and looking bored out of his mind. You know it’s not that he doesn’t care about his performance. He’s just doing it to bother you and show you how unimpressed he is with the situation. Silly. That only means he has to spend even more time with you. Until he gets it right. 

“Hey,” you sneer, slapping his hand as it rests under yours. He’s standing behind you, his front glued to your back, palm flat on your lower belly. His position is right. But he’s looking off to the side like maybe something will come rescue him. He’s not present. He’s not emoting. You’ve gone through this section upwards of 20 times already and he just will not put his feelings aside. 

Frankly, you’re tired of being professional with someone who can’t give you that same sense of professionalism back. 

“Can you stop being a fucking baby and do this right so we can go home already? I’ve been working my ass off for you all day. Show some appreciation for once in your life.” You’re staring straight ahead, glaring at the side of his face in the mirror. You’re not fucking around anymore. 

He turns his head to face forward—where he should have been facing the entire time—and he meets your eyes in the mirror. His are black. Cold. His fingers curl up, fisting the material of your small shorts as his hand remains in place on your body. “Did you just call me a fucking baby?” His eyes don’t waver. He’s testing you. 

You choke back a laugh and you can feel it pisses him off, his fingernails digging into your skin under your bunched clothing. You don’t look away either. You’re not afraid of him. “Yes, I did. Does that bother you?” 

The words are barely out of your mouth before Yangyang’s free hand is gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him directly. He leans close so he can seethe his words through his teeth. “Do I look like a fucking baby to you?” His grip on your jaw is so tight that you’re reluctant to give him a verbal response at all. 

You try to pull your head back and free yourself from his grasp, but he’s stronger than he looks. In the process, you stumble back a bit, further cementing your body to his. Much to your surprise, you feel something all too familiar against your backside: a stiff, hungry cock, covered only by the grey sweats adorning Yangyang’s hips. You can’t help but smirk. This little fucking pervert. 

That’s okay. You’re a pervert too. 

You glance toward the mirror, trying your hardest to get a good look at him in his entirety despite him holding your face still. He looks good. He always does, obviously. But you’re normally too annoyed with him to care. 

But this time… his loose grey sweats, his oversized white tee that’s sticking to his body here and there from sweat. His long blonde hair also dripping with sweat. The veins in his forearm protruding as he holds your face with such force. You can feel your panties dampening at the sheer sight of him. 

You let your eyes—glittering with mischief—float back to Yangyang’s. You enunciate every word as you speak, knowing it will piss him off even more. “I don’t know. You’re sure acting like a fucking baby though.”

Yangyang curses under his breath. His hand lets go of your shorts, only to grab a proper fistful of them this time, and pulls up. You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as this motion pulls you up onto your tiptoes, your shorts and your panties roughly pulling up against your cunt. It burns but in the best way and in the best place. He turns your face back to the mirror to make you look at yourself practically floating in his hold, a cunt wedgie under his control. 

“Guess I’ll have to show you how wrong you are. There’s nothing baby-like about me.”

You laugh and lean your head back against his chest. “Mm, is that right? I guess you’ll just have to prove it.” Your tongue snakes over your bottom lip, taunting him.

He releases his grip on both your jaw and your shorts at the same time. For a second, you feel panicked. Is it really over already? Fuck, how embarrassing. 

It’s just when you’re about to move, to pretend like that didn’t just happen, when Yangyang’s hand tangles itself in the back of your hair and pulls, forcing your head to tilt up. The delicious moan this pulls out of you makes his cock twitch in his sweats, but he’s not done with you yet. His other hand ghosts down your stomach and dips inside your shorts this time. 

He doesn’t touch you where you want him to. Where you’re dripping wet for him. He grazes the skin around your lower lips with feather light scratches. He’s so so close but he’s being such a tease. You squirm against him and he hisses from the friction. 

“Yangyang, fuck. Will you just—“

You’re cut off by him cupping your heat, making you gasp. He still isn’t touching you in a pleasure-inducing way but him groping you as he pleases is really fucking doing something for you.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” You both know the answer and he knows it, the smug smirk on his face striking a balance between infuriating and mouth-watering. You decide to poke the bear. 

“Hmm, too scared to touch me, are you? Maybe you are just a little baby boy after all.”

That’s all it takes. Without warning, Yangyang plunges two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, chuckling at the way the attitude on your face melts away, replaced by sheer pleasure. “Mm, not such a little baby boy now, am I?” His words are a hot whisper on your ear, your neck. His fingers are already curling, seeking out that one special spot. It doesn’t take him long to find it. 

“F-fuck,” you groan, legs shaking and hands grasping behind you at Yangyang’s clothes for some stability. 

“Look at you,” he mock-coos. “Such big talk from someone who gives in to me so quickly.” 

His fingers are fucking into you so fast that you’re vibrating and struggling to maintain any focus or composure. You stutter through half-baked moans. “F-fuck you.”

Another laugh. He pulls your head further back by your hair until you’re looking up at him. He watches as your eyes glaze over, your body limp against his from so much stimulation so quickly. When he can tell you’re about to cum on his fingers, he quickly removes them from you and releases your hair, nudging you forward as if he’s done with you. 

Fuck that.

You turn around, eyes like daggers. He’s got that shit eating grin on his face, just waiting for you to do or say something. He lifts his hand to his face and sucks your juices from his fingers one at a time. He’s infuriating. And so goddamned sexy. 

“Knew you were a little fucking baby. Can’t even finish what you started.”

You shift your focus away from him and towards your bag by the door, heading for it. You’re bluffing, but you will leave if he doesn’t play this right. 

You don’t make it far past him before he grabs your forearm, pulling you back into him. He spins you around so you’re facing away from him, instructing you with a barely audible voice. His tone is dripping with lust. “On. The. Floor.”

You’re quite sure you know what he means. But you’re you. 

You carefully lay yourself on the floor, holding your upper body up on your elbows. You pull your knees up too, letting your legs swing open and closed as you look up at him with defiance. You can feel the heartbeat of your cunt as he stands over you. 

“Aww, are we going to play?”

Yangyang sinks onto his knees suspiciously slow and leans over you, face so close you can smell mint on his breath. His eyes are roaming your face and his lips seem to be positioning themselves to kiss you. When he leans down further, you close your eyes, anticipating a kiss that never comes. 

Instead, you hear him scoff, his hands quickly finding their way to your hips and flipping you onto your stomach. You whine from the surprise, but the feel of Yangyang’s hand slithering under your body to press against your stomach, pushing your ass into the air for him is intoxicating. 

Your hair is a mess over your face as you turn your head to the side, looking for air in this suffocatingly hot room. You feel drunk on whatever the fuck is going on here. 

“You never know when to stop talking, do you?” 

All you can do is smile. You’re finding you love it when he talks to you like this. Normal Yangyang is annoying. Angry Yangyang is a walking wet dream. 

You gasp when his hands suddenly yank down your elastic shorts, dragging your underwear down with them. You hum as you hear the sound of his drawstring being pulled loose. You whine again when you feel the head of Yangyang’s cock sliding between your folds, teasing you. You’re already too close to cumming from all the tension. 

“God,” you exhale, feigning annoyance. “All little boys know how to do is play.” Your words are biting but the pathetic moans peppered between them are all too telling. 

Yangyang sucks a sharp breath between his teeth. You really know how to rile him up. “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad, you better start taking it.”

And just like that, Yangyang thrusts his full length into you, a loud groan of relief echoing off the walls. You, on the other hand, are rendered silent, open mouth and closed eyes. Your body is quivering already, your orgasm only moments away. 

Yangyang can tell too. His hand travels up your spine until it does something it seems to do a lot: grab a fistful of your hair. He pulls until your heavy head is facing the mirror, eyes open. “Watch. Watch as I fuck you through this orgasm and ruin you. You’ll never be able to cum for anyone else.”

Holy fucking shit. His confidence and self-assured tone make your cunt flutter around him. And as if on cue, Yangyang gets to work, ramming himself into you with so much vigor your body is bouncing back and forth from the blows.

You pray to every god that no one can hear inside this room. Your moans are so loud and pitiful, you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so busy having the fuck of your life. By now, you’ve given up the attitude. You don’t have the brain power to maintain it when all you can concentrate on is the fullness of Yangyang’s cock in your warm, little cunt. 

And just like his fingers, his cock is quick to find your sweet spot, relentlessly attacking it until you’re spasming and covering his shaft in your cream. 

You instantly feel sleepy after you cum, whimpering as he continues to fuck you through your comedown. You feel like your body is too heavy, your eyelids too heavy. You could just collapse on the floor and lie there for days, you’re sure of it. 

But there’s no time for that as Yangyang chases his own high. Instead, you watch the reflection in the mirror through low lids. You see yourself, fucked out and practically—no, literally—drooling on the floor. You see Yangyang, fully in control of your body. You’re not sure when he took his shirt off but now you can see the glisten of sweat on his chest and abdomen. If your body didn’t weigh six thousand pounds right now, you might just try to sit up and lick some of it off. 

“Fuck, how are you so tight?” Yangyang groans, head snapping up to face the ceiling, eyes closed as he tries to not lose control of himself. It doesn’t seem to be working though and you can’t tear your eyes off him. The way he grits his teeth. The way he pushes back his sweat-soaked hair when it falls in his eyes. The way his hand is definitely leaving bruises on your hip. The way he circles himself inside you when he slows down, moaning instead of groaning. 

The way his brows knit together and his jaw slackens when he orgasms, hips stuttering. The way he stays put inside you as he tries to catch his breath. The way his cum leaks down your thighs when he pulls out of you. The way he falls onto his back, spent, content to just lie on the floor in silence. 

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s finish up this practice.”

Oh, he’s really going to hate you now. 

[jaelvr]

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Fluff : 

1.  “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?” 

2.  “All I care about is you.”

3.  “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.”  ( used here )

4.  “I had a nightmare … can I stay with you tonight?” 

5.  God, I’m so glad you’re alright.” 

6.  “Oh my god, I’m in love with an adult man-child.” 

7.  “Hold my hand.” 

8.  “I heard you say my name in your sleep.” 

9.  “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.”  ( used here )

10.  “You’re too sweet for me.”  ( used here )

11.  “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.”  ( used here )

12.  “Ow! What did I do this time?!” ( used here )

13.  “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.” 

14.  “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.”  ( used here )

15. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.” 

16. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

17. “Look at me. I love you.”  ( used here )

18. “What took you so long? I missed you…”  ( used here )

19. “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.” 

20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.” 

21. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”  ( used here )

22. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.” 

23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”  ( used here )

24. “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”  

25. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

26. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” ( used here )

27. “I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.” 

28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.” 

29. “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

30. “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.” 

31. “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.” 

32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”  ( used here )

33. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.” 

34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” ( used here )

35. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.” ( used here )

36. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.” 

37. “They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

38. “Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”  ( used here )

39. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.” 

40. “You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”  ( used here )

41. “I love how you look in my shirt.”

42. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.” 

43. “I am so proud of you.” 

44. “Are you jealous? That’s cute."

45. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

46.  “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” 

47.  “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” 

48.  “Did you seriously just climb through my window?” 

49. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!” 

50.  “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” ( used here )

Angst ;

51. “Please, just stay a little longer.”  ( used here )

52. “Am I going to die?” 

53. “Why won’t you admit it!” 

54. “Please don’t cry.” ( used here )

55. “I would’ve died for you.” 

56. “You almost died! And for what?” 

57. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.” ( used here )

58. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.” 

59. “I wish I could fix this.” 

60. “You hurt me and I still trusted you.” 

61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.” 

62. “I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?” 

63. “You’re angry with me, I know.” 

64. “I know, but you didn’t have to use her like that!” 

65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.”  ( used here )

66. “We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.” 

67. “You could’ve told me, or helped me! Anything other than what you actually did!” 

68. “The only thing I can do is love you!” 

69. “There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think of you and it’s starting to hurt.”

70.  “I don’t want anyone besides you.” ( used here )

71. “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.” 

72. “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.” 

73. “I hope it hurts to think of me.” 

74. “Don’t make me fall in love again.” 

75. “I thought I didn’t miss you, but then I saw your photo.” 

76.  “I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

77.  “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

78.  “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” ( used here )

79.  “I came here to apologize.” 

80.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

81.  “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

82.  “Why would you do something like this?!” 

83.  “Why do you do this to yourself?” 

84.  “It’s always been you. It will always be you.” 

85.  “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.”  ( used here )

86.  “You could have died! I could have lost you!” 

87.  “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to understand just how much I love you.” 

88.  “Do you ever think about me?” 

89.  “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.” 

90. “It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.”

91.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

92.  “This is all your fault.” 

93.  “If you walk away right now, don’t ever come back. And I mean it–ever.” 

94.  “I need you more than I need air.”

95.  “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!” ( used here )

96.  “I’m not worthy of you. I’ll never be. You’re too good for me.”

97.  “Do you think of them when you kiss me?”

98.  “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you." ( used here )

99.  “I would die for you and not regret a thing."

100.  “I love you–can’t you see that?” 

Acts of love ;

101.  Always giving a bite of their food

102.  Gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture / peeking at something. ( used here )

103.  Kisses on the nose / cheek / forehead

104.  Zipping / buttoning their jacket for them ( used here )

105.  sidewalk rule

106.  Waiting until they get to the door / get inside before driving off ( used here )

107.  “Did you eat today?” 

108.  Softly cleaning the others face after they've eaten

109.  “Wear a jacket, it's cold out." ( used here )

110.  Watching a movie / playing a game the others interested in

111.  Doing their makeup for them

112.  “I bought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?” 

113.  Keeping their favourite snacks in the house for them

114.  Opening the door for them

115.  Pulling their seat out for them

116.  Lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos.

117.  Playing with their hair

 118.  Fixing their clothes when something is off.

enjoy! :D

- Mars <3

[nctpromptmeme]

POST #3 - AUG 8/23

PROMPT #8:

in deep need of a fic with asshole jaemin, enemies to lovers, angsty but also fluffy, arranged marriage/marriage of convenience and it's kinda forced proximity?? it's kind of a lot sorry 😭😭

PROMPT #9:

kun angsty orchestra au, like they can be rivals, or he can be that unattainable love

PROMPT #10:

yangyang dom multiple cum and big d creampie smut [admin note: i received two similar ones back to back, so i combined them - if they should be separate, please let me know]

will update this post with links and reblogs if there are works completed for the prompts.

if you are a writer who wishes to complete any of these, please mention this blog and link this post in your fic!

[theinvitation-bot]

When he’s jealous

⚔️ hyungwon

“did I say you could go without me?”

“you will not see him/her/them again. Do you understand?”

“stop thinking about him/her/them!”

"you're mine, and if I have to remind you of that again, I will."

🏹 junhui

“I don’t like sharing”

“foolish mortal, does he/she/they not know that we’re together?”

“darling, if you don’t hush up I’m gonna have to claim you right here”

“I bet you’d like that though, like all of these people watch while I fuck you senseless”

“shh it’s okay, just need them to know who you belong to”

☕️ jaehyun

“what are your thoughts on she/him/them?”

"I'm not jealous!"

“I have nothing to be jealous of, I mean look at her/him/them”

“since when did you two become so close?”

“fuck, fine I’m jealous”

⛓️ Seonghwa

“Ah uh, eyes on me angel”

“you’re naive if you think he/she/them just wants to be your friend”

“you trust him/her/them more than me huh?”

”i guess you like being tortured dear, need me to carve my name into your precious skin again?”

🕯️yeonjun

"We were supposed to go out today, remember?"

“no, watch me practice instead! please?”

“what does he/she/they have that I don’t?”

“I planned this for us, not a threesome”

“fine! if you like them better so much, then leave! umph”

🦇 hyunjin

“Your body is for my eyes only.”

“You don’t control who I talk to.” “No, but I will control who talks to you.”

“Let me give you another hickey”

“that’s it, he/she/they’re dead. no one will miss them anyways”

“tell me that you’re mine, say it again now.”

🔪 yangyang

“no! of course I’m not working out to be stronger than him/her/them!”

"you don't do that with me.."

“I’m not crying!”

"I make pancakes better than they do, hff”

“hmm? no! Im not jealous! I-I just didn’t . . . like the way . . . she/he/they looked at you is all”

“you only love me right? please say yes”

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🦇 - @jayswritingcafe

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(hello! I wanted to try something new! If it goes well perhaps I’ll do more!)

[whereisten]

OMG YOURE BACK IVE MISSED YOU GUYS❤️

and omg you’re writing again too?😭 what a good dayyyy. I clicked on the notification when I saw that tumblr notified be you guys were back💗 anywaysss for the prompt game:

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

Can i have it with yangyang please❤️😭 thank youuu, preferably friends to lovers where yangyang is oblivious the reader has a crush on him

BUT ALSO HOW ARE YOU GUYSS, IVE MISSED YOU

Thank you SO so much!!! We are doing well and hope you are too 🥺💖����💖 I’m sorry this took so long but here we go!! I hope you like it!

Unrequited Love (a,f)

Yangyang x female reader (oneshot)

Contains: angst, fluff, a little cursing, jealousy, surprise guest 😏

Word count: 1.9k

25.”It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

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“I can’t believe I’m ready before you for once.” You swung your chair back to facing Yangyang’s gaming computer to finish the level he could never beat. You were both getting ready for your senior prom or what the entire world referred to as “the best night of your life.” 

You weren’t so sure about that, after all, you had no date. To make matters worse, you’d have to watch your one true love go with someone else. You didn’t think it was fair, but if it made Yangyang happy, that’s all that mattered.

Yangyang scoffed “well…you don’t have to wear much makeup, you don’t have to do anything special to look..pretty.” The last word came out in the most gentle whisper, but you still heard it.

Your thumbs stuttered in movement. You didn’t move your character in time and quickly lost a life as some other player took advantage of your shock and shot you.

You paused the game and turned to him slowly. He still buttoned his dress shirt up like he didn’t do or say anything wrong.

“W-what did you just say?”

He turned to you with a smirk as he folded his collar. “Nothing.” He shrugged.

“Wait wait wait wait…” you jumped out of the chair and walked up to him.

“You can’t just-!”

He interrupts you with a loud sigh.

“Can you fix my bow tie for me?”

He hands you the tie while your mouth is still open.

You scoff and take it in your hands.

You stepped closer to him, bowing your head slightly so you could pay closer attention to his slender neck.

You were shaking and you hoped he didn’t notice, but this was the closest you had been to the boy you secretly loved.

Your fingers simply brushed his warm skin and you felt sparks at the tips. You swallowed hard as you remembered just how good he looked in a suit.

He chuckled. “At this rate, we’ll never get to prom.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you stopped taking a peak at my cleavage and tilted your head back, this would be easier for me!”

Yangyang quickly looked up to elongate his neck but not before ushering an “ugh ew!”

You knew he was joking, but a part of you felt defeated at that. Why didn’t he feel the same way about you? Why did he have to crush on the most basic looking girl? You’ve known him since 5th grade, she’s only known him since this year. It wasn’t fair, but once again, she made him happy, that’s all that matters.

You finally stepped back and turned from him. “There..you’re all set..can we go now?”

Yangyang frowned when you turned away from him. He didn’t know why you seemed sad for the biggest night of your lives, but he wished you weren’t. You were supposed to have fun together.

“Y/n..” he said softly.

“Yeah?” You looked at him over your shoulder. 

Time moved slowly. In a perfect world, this would be the moment. He’d finally confess his love to you. He’d ditch his date or maybe you’d both ditch prom altogether and just hang out. You would spend time together and express your love for each other. He’d say “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now.” And finally, you’d finally-

“You ready for some fun?” He tossed the car keys to you and smiled brightly.

You forced a smile and nodded.

———

Yangyang met his date at prom and you watched from the side as they took photos. You pretended to fix your hair and makeup. You looked at your nails and even talked to random students you never even seen before tonight. You tried everything not to watch them together. Your heart was breaking. You felt so beautiful and yet, you envied the girl at the center of Yangyang’s attention.

Yangyang held her closely as they walked towards the dance floor. He turned back to you when he realized you were behind him and waved you over. However, you pretended not to see him over the crowd and went outside to the balcony area.

You looked over a beautiful garden lit by white Christmas lights and the gazebo at the center. It was perfect. You could easily feel like a princess. If only you had a Prince.

“It hurts..” a male voice echoes from the doorway.

You turned to him. “What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you..” he tilts his head towards the party.

The boy is none other than your ex, Jeno.

You chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeno.”

He steps closer to you, standing right across from you now as you look back out at the garden.

“Come on y/n…I see the look in your eyes when you look at Yangyang..you look at him like he created the stars, the moon, and night itself..”

You look back at Jeno as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“I would’ve given anything to have you look at me that way..just once.” He continues.

“Jeno..you know I—“ you swallowed hard.

“You have a special place in your heart for me..yeah I know, I remember the break-up letter you wrote to me.” He chuckled.

“What you feel now…is what I felt every day I was with you.”

“Is that why you came out here? To make me feel worse than I already do?” Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you weren’t sure why. Jeno was so sweet. He was a great boyfriend, but your heart belonged to Yangyang, even he couldn’t keep you from loving him.

But you weren’t crying because of Jeno, were you? No, you were crying because he was right. It did hurt to love someone that didn’t love you back.

He shook his head. “No..I’m here to tell you to stop..either let him go or tell him the truth..”

“Jeno..you know I can’t do that.”

“Tell him everything, tell him how you feel and how you can’t go five minutes without your heart racing just because he’s looked at you.”

“And what will that do? It will ruin our friendship, just stop.” You grew furious at Jeno’s bizarre statements and walked by him to the door leading back into the party.

He took your hand and pulled you back. “You broke up me because you love him! It’s only fair that you let him know that!”

Your head snaps back to him. “Fair for who? For you! I will never tell Yangyang.”

“Tell me what?” Yangyang speaks out from behind you.

You swallow hard and turn back to him, tears were running down your cheeks now. You were embarrassed. This night had turned into a mess so fast, you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Jeno? What the hell did you do?”

Jeno let you go but remained silent.

“He--he didn’t do anything Yangyang, don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

“Fuck that, you don’t look fine.” Yangyang grows angry at the sight of you in tears with your ex just a few feet away.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What did he do, y/n?”

He reaches for your cheek but you back away.

Jeno steps to you, but Yangyang quickly pushes him away. “Back off asshole!”

“Yangyang!” You step in before the situation escalates. “Im not crying because of him..I’m crying because of you.” You let out and immediately regretted it. 

“What?” Yangyang stared in disbelief.

You ran through the party and out the front door. 

Yangyang ran after you as his date ran after him.

“Y/n! Let’s talk about this..is what he said true?”

You stopped in your tracks for a moment.

He heard Jeno. You grew even more embarrassed and started to run again.

You quickly hopped in your car and started to drive home. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see a heartbroken and confused Yangyang in your review mirror.  He called out to you, but his voice grew quieter as you drove further and further away.

———

It was the next morning when you heard a knock on your door.

You pulled your pillow over your head and pretended to sleep.

After a few minutes, the door flew open.

You sighed and lifted the pillow off.

“It’s a Saturday, why are you waking me up-“ you mumbled, but stopped when you realized it wasn’t any parent coming in.

Yangyang stood at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed.

“You piss me off.” He picked up another pillow that was at the end of your bed and threw it hard at you. Your head flung back but you quickly grabbed the pillow that was behind your head and threw it at him.

“You piss ME off! What the hell do you want?” You jumped out bed and grabbed another pillow and threw it at him before he could respond.

He caught it in hands effortlessly and suddenly the two of you were paying an angry game of pillow dodgeball at 9 a.m.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls or at least text me, you asshole!!” He threw it back at you.

You stepped to the side. “Why did I ever give you a key to my house?!” You yelled and threw your high heel shoe this time.

Yangyang’s eyes widened as he dropped yo the floor to dodge it.

“Okay!! Okay! That’s enough!” He yelled.

You panted and say on the edge of your bed.

He stood up slowly before sitting beside you.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to talk about it Yangs.”

“Well..I do.” He said softly.

You turned to face him, your mascara was smudged and your hair was messy, you looked a mess, but Yangyang loved it nonetheless. To him, you were always beautiful.

“It’s my fault..” he sighed before continuing. “I’ve been so oblivious this entire time..because I’ve just been so focused on..”

“Yourself?” You smirked.

He chuckled. “..yeah.”

You sighed loudly and fell into the bed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve never said anything to Jeno..now I’ve made the friendship awkward.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve only made things clearer for me to be honest.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Y/n..I love you too..and not just a friendly love..I think..no, I know I love you.”

He laid down beside you.

You chuckled. “And now you’re making fun of me.”

He places a hand on your chin and turns your face towards his. He kisses you without much thought, keeping his lips on yours in hopes that you won’t pull away.

And you don’t. You close your eyes and embrace the kiss, feeling like all your worries were lifted from your shoulders. You no longer felt heartbroken.

You pulled away to breathe and blinked rapidly. “That was…”

“Amazing.”

“Weird.” You said before laughing. You both felt strange but good.

“What about your date from last night? Are you sure about this?” You displayed a look of concern that Yangyang found to be adorable.

“Oh her? She’s pretty and all..but she isn’t you.”

You smiled widely before sitting up and grabbing a pillow to throw at him. 

“If you barge into my room like that again, I’ll throw actual basketballs.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back to the bed.

——-

Thank youuu I hope you enjoyed!! I was actually gonna stop it at the scene where y/n drives away but i wanna be nice hehe

[jaemmphilia]

★ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 (DISCONTINUED)!!

welcome to kinktober 2023 with me, your lovely host, jubin !!

this is my first year hosting kinktober, so I hope I do it justice! here, you will find all the fics i plan on putting out for the duration of october! keep in mind that most of the prompts make me uncomfortable, so i replaced them with free days. on those free days i will write whatever i want. i am not taking requests for kinktober, so don't send anything in, please. below you can find the full masterlist for kinktober!

**also note that these fics will either be gender neutral or male readers.

★ day one: macro/micro with wonho

★ day two: roleplay with mark

★ day three: hate sex with seungmin

★ day four: rimming with haechan

★ day five: sweat with sehun

★ day six: frottage with johnny

★ day seven: virginity with heeseung

★ day eight: breeding with renjun

★ day nine: stripping with jeno

★ day ten: praise kink with felix

★ day eleven: pet play with jake

★ day twelve: free day with jisung

★ day thirteen: size difference with chanyeol

★ day fourteen: orgasm denial with jay

★ day fifteen: temperature play with doyoung

★ day sixteen: public with yuta

★ day seventeen: threesome/moresome with 3racha

★day eighteen: body modification with baekhyun

★ day nineteen: free day with yangyang

★ day twenty: food play with lee know

★ day twenty-one: free day with ten

★ day twenty-two: bondage with i.n

★ day twenty-three: deepthroating with kai

★ day twenty-four: sex toys with taeil

★ day twenty-five: free day with chen

★ day twenty-six: masturbation with xiaojun

★ day twenty-seven: free day with jaehyun

★ day twenty-eight: cockbulge with sunghoon

★ day twenty-nine: breathplay with taeyong

★ day thirty: overstim with xiumin

★ day thirty-one: free day with jaemin

thank you for tuning in to kinktober 2023, i hope you had a great time!!

[sxcret-garden]

Yangyang ღ 4:56pm [M]

ღ WayV Yangyang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.7k ღ genre: smut (dom!Yangyang is a bit demanding, some teasing, fingering, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (he picks the reader up, reader is implied to be smaller than him) ღ prompt: against the wall

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath tickling your neck, lips ghosting over the skin to tease you. His hands are firmly placed on your sides, meant to keep you from escaping his hold, while your back is pressed up against his chest. You wouldn’t have tried to get away even if he let you, and he probably knows, because the next thing you hear is him letting out a soft, breathy laugh.

“Babe… come spend some time with me,” your boyfriend Yangyang says, making it sound desperate, as if he was begging for you, but you know it’s all an act to have you wrapped around his finger faster. 

“Baby…” you mumble, about to say that you have things to do, that you have no time to spare, but when you feel him attaching his lips to your nape and dragging them towards your jaw with sloppy kisses, the words simply get stuck in your throat.

“I’m really horny…” he mutters as his mouth hovers above your ear now, before he kisses your cheek. “Want you…” Reason leaves you as you feel him continue to scatter lingering kisses all over your neck, and as he pulls you even closer to him, so you can feel his bulge against your ass. You don’t have a single thought to waste on what you should be doing right now, with your needy boyfriend working so hard to put you in a similar state to his.

As he drags his lips back up the side of your throat, one hand leaves your hips in order to get a hold of your chin instead, turning your head so he can lock lips with you. The way he demandingly moves his lips against yours makes you moan into his mouth, which he takes as permission to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth as he spins you around in his hold so you’re facing each other now, and then he slowly makes you walk backwards. Your shoulders gently hit the wall behind you just when he breaks the kiss, and his half-lidded eyes remain rested on your mouth. 

“Yangyang…” you whisper his name, unsure of what to follow up with, but your boyfriend merely draws back in.

“What?” he mutters against your lips, before kissing you again. Your hands find his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as you try to hold onto him. With his hips against yours, he pushes you fully up against the wall, keeping you in place, and as you part, you find a dangerous glint in the way he looks at you. “You’re so cute…” he breathes, and you frown at him.

“Where…?” Yangyang grins at you now, reaching for your wrists and even though you try to resist him, he brings them up above your head with ease, pinning you to the wall.

“Everywhere,” he answers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth, before he elaborates, “Especially when you’re all flustered like this." 

"Where am I-?!” You get ready to argue with him, but even you can’t deny the way his words and actions make blood rush to your whole face, and the way your heart beats like crazy. 

“Everywhere. As I said.” Your boyfriend gives you another grin - a victorious one, because he knows that he has you exactly where he wants you now. Then he buries his head in the crook of your neck, starting to kiss and nibble on your skin.

“D-don’t leave a mark…” you say, but he doesn’t want to listen.

“But I want everyone to see that you’re mine,” he simply retorts, and you can feel your knees growing weak. As he’s making his way to your collarbones, lips exploring everywhere your shirt isn’t covering your skin, he moves his hips away from yours, slipping his hand down in between your bodies instead. He unbuttons your pants with one hand, sliding past the hem and making you shiver as his fingertips find the fabric of your underpants. A moan escapes you as he begins to lazily run a finger up and down your folds, and warmth rushes to your core.

“L-let’s at least take this to the bedroom…” you mumble, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“No,” he says, pressing his finger against your clit to make you whine again. “I want you right here, right now.” You feel a need to protest - after all you’re in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen, which is not a very good place to have sex in your opinion - but somehow the lust-filled look he gives you won’t let you speak. Instead, it just makes you anticipate what he would do to you, and so you decide to be patient.

Yangyang’s lips meet yours again, and you almost sigh in disappointment when his hand wanders from your core to your stomach, pulling up your shirt. He parts from you for a second to slip it off you, tossing it to the ground as he reaches for your hands that you didn’t dare to move from their position above you, and he shoots you a satisfied smile, as if he wanted to praise you for keeping them there. His other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra skillfully and removing it, letting it fall to the floor as well. Then he guides your arms to his shoulders for you to put them there.

“Hold onto me,” he tells you, and you obey, wrapping your arms safely around his neck as he goes in for another open-mouthed kiss. He is quick to cup one of your breasts with his warm palm, kneading the tender piece of flesh and teasing your nipple, causing you to throw your head back as you break the kiss. Attaching his lips to your exposed throat, he kisses his way down, eventually nipping at your collarbones as you hold onto him. 

“Feels good?” he asks, and you immediately nod, moaning in response. “Then how about… this?” Yangyang lets his fingertips dance down your belly, now slipping his hand underneath your panties and touching you directly.

“Mmhh… f-feels better…” you mewl, shutting your eyes tightly and moving your hips towards his touch. You moan as he dips a finger inside, but he pulls right out again, repeating the procedure a few times until you’re starting to get frustrated. “Baby… m-more, please,” you beg, and you earn yourself a kiss before he pushes his finger inside properly.

“More?” he asks. “One finger can’t be very satisfying…”

“P-please…” you whine.

“So cute…” your boyfriend coos over you, and he rewards you by pushing another finger inside with ease. Slowly curling them against your walls, he watches your reactions closely, and eventually you can feel your thighs starting to tremble from the pleasure. You let your head fall forward, leaning against his chest as you hold onto him tightly, moaning and begging for more.

“More…?” Yangyang repeats. “I’ll give you something even better, then.” As he pulls his fingers out, you’re overcome by a sense of deprivation, but when he begins to unzip his own pants, pulling them down just enough so his bulge covered in his boxers is visible, you begin to understand what he’s about to do. “Help me out here, babe,” he whispers, before reaching behind him to retrieve one of your hands, guiding it to his core. You touch his length, palming him through his underwear, earning yourself a groan while he places his forearms against the wall on either side of you to support himself.

“Fuck, babe… Y/N, I want to fuck you so bad…” he groans through gritted teeth as you can feel him grow under your touch, until the strain must be painful for him. Eventually, he makes you stop, and he pulls his boxers down too, ordering you to remove your pants. You’ve barely slipped out of them when he places his hands behind your thighs, telling you to hold on tight, and when you’ve safely wrapped both arms around his shoulders, he picks you up. Pushing inside you with one eager thrust, he makes you moan and he stops his movements right away to let you adjust to his size. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he says, and you can feel his breath on your cheeks as he speaks.

“I’m ready,” you let him know soon after, and Yangyang doesn’t hesitate for a single second. He rolls his hips against yours in slow, smooth motions at first, but as he gets more impatient, he quickly picks up some speed. “F-fuck…” you curse, unable to do anything other than cling to him and to moan at the pleasure of having him inside you. “F-feels so good…” You can feel him digging his fingernails into your skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending you into a state of pure bliss. Legs wrapped around him, you try to move your hips so he would reach deeper inside you as he fucks you against the wall.

“I won’t last long, babe,” he tells you, his voice sounding strained. “You feel so good…”

“D-don’t stop now… please don’t stop…” you find yourself begging, head spinning from the position you’re in and the way he fucks you so good. “I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” You come undone while moaning his name, feeling your walls contract around his cock, and along with him growling your name, he fills you up with his warm seed. You stay in your position for a few moments, so you can each come down from your highs, until eventually he slips out of you, setting your feet back on the ground.

“That was… nice…” you say, back leaned against the wall while you’re still trying to catch your breath. Your boyfriend draws closer to give you a short kiss, and then he grins at you.

“We can still go to the bedroom now,” he mischievously suggests. “And have round two there.”

[meiideryz]

sounds of strings.

pairing: liu yangyang x reader

length: 2.68k

synopsis: yangyang is a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one.

tags: alternative universe, rock band au, wayv ensemble, unrequited love, rockstar!yangyang ft. hendery, one-sided attraction, implied pining, house partying, yangyang is head over heels for you consented, drunk kissing, slight heavy make-out session, alcohol consumption, mentions of vulgar/foul words.

note: the plot idea came from my sibling who intended to make this as a xhy social media au to be posted on another platform (if you are interested in reading it, please anticipate later on in twitter!), so i was granted permission to write their favorite part of the plot to see how it would turn out, and here it is!

yangyang couldn't understand why every person he knows is so drawn to him but not you.

he was that rockstar who played his maroon matted electric guitar in big bars to perform on stage. he was that rockstar that everyone would talk about in broad daylight. he loved the way people would get excited seeing him at his gigs and get asked to take pictures with him. 

but the fact that out of all people, you don't show interest in him in the slightest bit upsets him. 

one of his friends was hosting a party later tonight, and he was asked to perform at their place. yangyang made sure to dress nicely in case you were coming to see him perform. 

when he and his band arrived, you were already there chilling in the backyard; drinking, talking, having fun with your friends. wanting to approach you, he took a step forward with a gentle smile on his face that was completely wiped off as soon as his other band member snaked his arm around your waist. the man holding you closer to an intimate position which led you to place your palms on his chest. 

“hey, beautiful.” 

right, he exactly understood why you never had interest in him. 

he had no choice but to watch hendery spew out sweet words to you. he stared at your reddened cheeks, letting out a nervous breathy laugh while the man before you held you still with a hand on your hip. 

“we’re about to perform, cheer for me?” the way hendery held eye contact with you was long and arousing. yangyang couldn’t handle watching anymore, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving the band member alone. 

as he walked towards the set where they were gonna perform, the sound of short breaths coming from his back until a hand grabbed on his shoulders to stop him. 

“why'd you leave me there?” hendery asked, there was laughter in his tone, which made yangyang roll his eyes. he took the maroon electric guitar in his grasp before turning on the amplifier beside him to adjust the sounds. 

“jealous, perhaps?” a question that kept him still in his spot.

yangyang knew he was trying to insinuate things, but he also knew that he wasn't wrong for that. although his friend had his eyes for you, yangyang wanted you, too- despite how impossible it was considering the fact that you were at the brink of being wrapped around hendery’s finger.

“i don't have time for that,” prompted him, his tone sounded harsh and rude, but the latter never questioned. “you know, what i want you to do right now is to get the others. we'll be performing in 10 minutes.” completely deviating from the topic, a sigh left the latter's lips before leaving the guitarist alone in the area to set up the instruments. 

when yangyang performed on stage, he scanned the crowd in search of you because seeing you always left him in excitement, thrill, and motivation. he wanted to impress you so much that during their performance, he turned the volume knob up to blast the sounds of his electric guitar, purposely overpowering the other instruments being showcased by his band mates. they would give him stares, but he didn’t care. 

what matters to yangyang is that everyone would get on their feet and jump to the beat, and there he could see you, just watching the band perform. 

his heart raced, finally getting your attention as you stared at him. it saddened him by how impassive you were, and to fix that, he flashed you a smile before going back to strum his fingers on the strings of the instrument. his charismatic image sparked the performance, causing the people to remarkably cheer for the band that gave him a content look on his face. yangyang grinned when you looked away, as he wondered if your cheeks heated up under the flashing color fairy lights shining and blinking above. 

by the time they were finished, the band got off stage to have their time to rest too. hendery left to get the drinks, ten followed to get the food, and kun thanked the host for letting them perform at their house party. 

the rockstar sat in one of the tables in the corner while the next performing band played a soothing jazz genre in the background. a helmet resting beside his clothed thigh while he thumbed over the motor gloves he was wearing in his hands. he inspected the area, finally looking in your direction at the other side of the yard as he watched you talking to your friends. he was so fixated on you, and wondered why you didn't feel the same.

moments passed after casually having a conversation with kun, his eyes found their way back to the direction where you previously were, only to find no one. 

he looked back at the latter, “hey uhm, i'm going back inside, really need to use the restroom right now.” 

getting the chance to excuse himself, he headed inside the house through the crowd. the pulsating of his heart throbbed from the loud beats coming from the speaker that is somewhere around the room that didn't matter to him. 

walking through the crowds was such a hassle to get to the other room, his voice low and soft as he gently pushed through people. it took him a while to do so, the room was illuminated by led lights so it was hard for him to find the exit area to the next room with such minimal source of light.

once he arrived at the corridor, the roaring sounds of screaming filled the room next to him. of course, hendery's voice can't go unnoticed. yangyang exhaled, walking past the door, not feeling the need to come inside and deal with the latter's drunken state. he then continued to find where the restroom is. it could possibly be upstairs, but he might end up witnessing something that he shouldn't need or might regret seeing. 

avoiding the 2nd floor, he continued searching for an available restroom. when he finally found one, he wasted no second getting inside, instantly reminding himself that he got here with a motorbike, and he couldn't risk getting into an accident from drinking too much. yangyang faced the dirty mirror that was filled with smudges of fingerprints and lipsticks. not that he minded it, it was a party after all, he expected these to happen in a house party.

opening the faucet, he removed the leather gloves from each hand, placing it aside before gathering a normal amount of water in his palms, splashing it to his face to try and sober himself up. he repeated the procedure several more times before wiping his face with a clean towel he found in the drawers. 

as he was about to turn off the faucet, the door beside him swung open. startling the rockstar, he reacted quickly, backing away from the door with a wide-eyed expression. then the look on his face softened, finding you holding onto the doorknob. 

he watched as your legs couldn't hold you up anymore, with one step your body launching forward to the ground. “fuck!” yangyang instinctively held his arms out to catch you, preventing you from falling on the floor. 

“i got you, i got you.” he repeated, assuring you in an embrace where you nuzzled yourself in his chest, letting out a laugh as your hands were placed around his shoulders. he heard you slur, telling him how good he was at playing the guitar, following with how good he was with his fingers. yangyang felt like his mind was going blank, hearing some very vulgar words you were whispering to him that he wouldn't even dare to think about.

you really were that drunk. 

yangyang's cheeks heated up, shifting in his position to hold you properly in his arms. “god, what have you been drinking this whole time?” 

“red juice,” you beamed in between hiccups and sniffles. because of the proximity, yangyang couldn't help but feel his heart race at how close you were to him. you were really pretty up close and he wished he could just stare at you for how long he wanted— but you needed help right now and gaping at you wasn’t the best option in this situation.

“hey, let’s get you sober up, okay?” his arms moved down to your thighs, holding it firmly before lifting you up to place you on the restroom counter. your hands never parted away from his neck, instead, you interlock your hands together as you keep clinging onto him, making it harder for yangyang to actually help you.

“look, i’m trying to help you here,” he sighed, his hands going up to clasp around your wrists, trying to pull it down. “your friends might also be looking for you.”

“i don’t care.” you responded, following with a hiccup leaving your lips. “i’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

even if yangyang wanted to believe that, you were drunk. he knew what you were like towards him if you weren’t wasted at all with all that drinking. he did wish that there was more to what you stated, as some people said that one’s true feelings unveil when they’re under the influence.

“y-you’re drunk, you don't mean that.” he tried to pull your arms away from him for the second time, only for you to pull him closer.

yangyang's breath hitched, finding himself entangled in an embrace with his face inches to yours, the invitation of your lips tempting him to close the gap.

he composed himself, his arms caging in between your body as his palms rested on the counter to balance himself. as much as the desire was kicking in, he wouldn't do such a thing to you especially of how intoxicated you were, your vulnerability lay bare before him.

“come on, i need to help you and you need to help yourself. we’ve been here for god knows how long and people might start looking for—”

a pair of lips brushed against his. his completely blown pupils dilating at the action as the way you slid your tongue against his bottom lip melted him entirely, his soul leaving his body at that very moment.

yangyang was a nervous trainwreck at this point, not sure whether to push you away or to reciprocate. no matter how much he wanted you so bad, he wouldn’t want to be in conflict with someone who also liked you, especially hendery. he was a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one. the drummer had already expressed to the rest of the band that he liked you for too long, yet how he craved for your flavored chapstick smearing over his lips, your mouth driving him insane, and shared breaths between kisses was something he yearned for in every way.

he had fallen hook, line, and sinker.

fuck it, hendery won’t know.

it didn't take long before yangyang returned the kiss. he fluttered his eyes closed as he matched the pace of your lips while his hands traveling to grip the sides of your hips to hold you still. he wasn't so sure anymore if he was still sober, but one thing he is certain is how much he felt drunk from the make-out session.

the air around him turned hot, and somehow your hands were now on his hair, tugging it lightly, pulling him closer. his nails digging into the cloth covering your skin. how he wanted to get that thing away, but he eventually didn't as he just wanted to concentrate on your lips over his.

it was merely a perfect mold to his. both lips moved with such passion and hunger for each other as your tongue slipped into his mouth with ease, causing the rockstar to let out a breathy moan.

he felt his heart thumping against his ribs and your chest the more you tried to close the gap between you. the rhythm of both lips turned sloppy, messy, and fiery, craning his neck to deepen the kiss. yangyang knew that once he broke the kiss, he would never get to feel your lips on his again— yet his lungs were screaming at him, begging and seeking for air.

yangyang's chest heaved up and down, finally abandoning your lips to catch his own breath. his sweaty forehead covered in his bangs rested against yours, completely worn out and drained while his hot breath fanned over your mouth.

“you know, you and i are going to regret this when we wake up tomorrow.” he mumbled through exhales. you laughed in return, and it was such a pleasant sound for the rockstar.

an hour passed by and everyone soon left the party, including you. yangyang carried his things to the truck of kun’s car along with the other instruments and equipment. he gave a double pat on the shiny steel of the vehicle. “there you go, take care of roxanne for me.”

kun scrunched his nose up at the name, an eyebrow raised while looking at him. “roxanne?”

“my guitar.”

“...right.” kun's gaze went back to the front window of his car, the key that was inside the ignition key was pulled back out after he had started the engine. yangyang could see hendery and ten's sleeping silhouette in the backseat through the tinted windows, tired after all the performing, eating, and drinking.

“where were you a while ago? i was looking for you after i found out you've been gone for too long,” the former questioned, which made the latter feel a lump in his throat. 

“sorry,” he apologized, “i went up to the balcony to use some stig.”

“oh, well...are you coming with us?” kun asked, hands gripped on the stirring wheel. yangyang refused, waving his hands at him and indicating the three to leave without the rockstar. “i came with my motorbike, i'd be fine alone.” signaling them to go, kun made no second thoughts before driving away from the party, leaving him alone with his motorcycle just around the corner.

he walked back into the backyard where he found his friend and other people cleaning up the area, picking up the used cups and plates on the grass. his hand grasped onto the helmet that he left a while ago during the party as he carefully placed it on his head, adjusting the helmet so that it wasn't too loose nor too tight to wear.

“i’ll get going, thank you!” he yelled out, calling his friend's attention, to which the latter smiled, acting out a salute gesture to acknowledge his presence and bid farewell.

yangyang set his foot out to leave the house, and there he saw his motorcycle at the side that awaited him. he made sure to look at the road before crossing, not wanting to run into some vehicles like he did last time.

the keys in his pants jingled as he took it out, inserting it into the ignition to start the engine of his motorbike. he ensured that his extra helmet was inside the storage under his seat before hopping on, and once he did, he left the area.

he crashed into his bed by the time he arrived at his apartment, and when he woke up this morning, his head throbbed from the massive hangover he had last night. he found himself tucked with the velvet covers of his mattress, his throat dry and itchy, and the oppressive force of his headache squeezing his head tightly.

his phone that was on the nightstand next to him was filled with notifications of messages from his friends. he was met with a video clip that was sent to him and some screenshots of people commenting under the video that was uploaded in a social media platform.

then his heart dropped, watching the video of you and hendery kissing each other at the party last night.

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[starry-nights-garden]

✧ WayV Yangyang x gn!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive ✧ prompts: kitchen counter make-outs + “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me”

Your shoulders ache and your back feels strained when you finally come home that night. You silently curse through gritted teeth when you accidentally drop your keys as you’re about to unlock the door, and picking them up to look for the right one a second time feels like it requires way too much effort. At last, the door opens and you can drop your bags and take off your shoes by the entrance, before scuffing right over to the living room. You let your body collapse down onto the sofa, and for a while you just sit there and stare at a wall, before your ears register the rustling noises coming from the kitchen.

“Babe?” you call out, and your boyfriend answers, albeit a bit delayed.

“Baby? You’re home?” Yangyang walks around the corner, ready to greet you with a bright smile, but once he sees the state you’re in, his expression shifts and he raises his eyebrows. “Did something happen?” You groan, not even wanting to talk about all the details that made this day so terrible.

“I had a bad day and I’m really exhausted,” you simply state, and a moment later you feel your boyfriend wrapping his arms around you from behind, squeezing you tight.

“My baby had a bad day?” he coos, snuggling up closer to you and pressing his nose and lips against your cheek. He faintly smells like vegetables and seasoning, and you’re wondering if he’s attempting to cook something for dinner. “Do you need some coffee?”

“At this hour??” you retort.

“There’s nothing a cup of coffee can’t solve,” Yangyang states as he gets up, letting go of you.

“It certainly can’t solve whatever just went down in the past hours…” you mutter.

“That bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t get fired, right?” You ignore the concern in his voice and you let out a bitter laugh.

“I wish…”

“Well, let me at least make you some dinner then,” Yangyang proposes as he walks back to where he came from.

“Babe, you can’t cook…” you remind him, but you follow suit into the kitchen anyway. 

“I’m learning!” he argues, pointing at a recipe on his phone that he’s trying to follow and some half chopped up ingredients. 

“Sure…” You sigh and you hop up onto the free kitchen counter on the other side. 

“Babe…” he calls out to you as he walks over, resting his hands on your thighs and tilting his head to the left slightly. “You’re not supposed to sit on the kitchen counter while someone else is making food.” You’re speechless. You’re tired and in a bad mood overall, and he thinks now is the time to scold you for something like that. However, you don’t really have the energy left to fight, so instead you put your hands over his.

“Baby, please… I’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me.” The mischievous grin on his face disappears immediately, and after a second of processing the meaning behind your words he lifts one hand to put it behind your neck, pulling you closer.

“Okay,” you hear him mutter before closing the distance between the two of you, and when you feel his lips moving against yours you can finally relax a bit. He kisses you slowly at first, but when he pulls back and you both catch a glimpse of each other’s faces, you immediately connect your lips again, kissing each other more passionately now. Hungrily, he runs his tongue across your lower lip, and you permit him to deepen the kiss, while you throw your arms around his shoulders and you bury your fingers in his hair. Breathlessly, you part, and you find his gaze burning with desire for you behind half-lidded eyes. So you lean in again for another kiss, but soon his lips wander to your jaw and he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. You sigh, enjoying the tingly sensations coursing through your body, and you hold him close as if to tell him not to stop. 

“Babe,” you mumble, and he comes back up to kiss you on the lips, before answering.

“Yeah?”

“I think you should cook a little later,” you say in between kisses. Knowing exactly what you’re trying to tell him, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you off the counter and making you stand right in front of him. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, lips only parting from yours to speak. “I think it can wait.”

[yunhohours]

Hi there! Can I request a Yangyang smut w prompts 28 + 34 + 43 please? Thank you and take care 💖🙆🏻

28. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” 34. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper.” 43. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

A/N: so uhhh i didn’t expect this to be so long and an angstyish fwb situation but that’s what happened so enjoy xoxo

“You know, for someone who pretty much only brings me around to fuck, you can be quite… charming.” You start, your feet making slow waves in the pool as you sit on the edge of it. You’re speaking just loud enough for Yangyang to hear you but no one else. There were plenty of other people in and around the hotel pool and you didn’t think your sexcapades with Yangyang were exactly their business. He floats in the water, back against the wall perpendicular to the one you’re sitting atop, his signature grin beaming up at you. “A dinner out, this nice hotel… I’m starting to think you might properly like me.” You finish with a brow quirked in his direction, taunting him.

“Ahh, y/n. Tsk, tsk.” The lowness of his voice makes your stomach do flips that are only exacerbated when he reaches for your hand and carefully pulls you the rest of the way into the water. Your skin is covered in goosebumps from the new temperature blanketing your body and you love the feeling despite its severity. You allow him to guide you, pulling you closer to him until you are floating in his lap, his own body sinking slightly. His hands glide through the water and come to rest on your waist, holding you like you’ll float away from him without his grounding. He lets his hands wander, sliding slowly down until his thumbs loop through the sides of your bikini bottoms, making your breath catch in your throat. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper.”

He says it simply. He doesn’t deny your accusation, just teases you for making it, choosing to focus on what is always the easiest for him: making you want him. It’s maddening, actually. The way he’s looking up at you, his head tilted back just enough for his perfect lips to be parted, his lids low as he takes you in. All of these small things are enough to make you dizzy, so you wrap your legs around his torso, forcing your bodies to feel each other. You know it’s what you both want. “Is that right?” You ask, your arms making their way around his neck, hands fingering the damp hair at the nape.

Yangyang doesn’t miss a beat. “Yuuup.” His tongue swipes across his lower lip, a cocky smirk pulling at the corner of the pair. Normally, he would probably leave it at that. He doesn’t feel the need to say more than what’s necessary. However, right now, he wants to keep you where you are. Touch you where you are. And in order to do that without you nagging him about other people being around, he needs to distract you. Words will do the trick, he figures. You’re already looking at him with sparkles in your eyes, seemingly unable to pull your gaze away from his glistening lips.

“Besides,” he continues, his thumbs kneading the skin under the strings of your bikini, “If I want to make sure that I’m the only one that makes you cum, I have to make sure I’m on your mind as much as possible, right?” He can’t fight the smirk now, knowing it’ll annoy you for him to frame the situation this way. Making himself seem like he’s only interested in possessing your body for himself, not your heart. That his actions of care have the sole purpose of keeping you on a string for him to tug at his convenience. 

He knows he can get away with this because of what he does next: inching his thumbs inwards a little at a time, massaging each bit of skin he comes into contact with beneath your bikini. Getting ever closer to the one part of you that can never resist him: your core. “Can’t have anybody else having you, now can I?” He asks in a whisper, watching as the frustration flickers, daring to disappear altogether. 

“Why do you even care, Yangyang?” Your words come out in an extended exhale, the breath that had been stuck in your throat finally escaping. Your fingers dig into his hair as his fingertips scratch just above your clit. Fuck. Why does your body betray your head every time? Your eyelids flutter, wanting nothing more than to close and just enjoy the feeling of him touching you. “All you want is to fuck me.” Your words are barely audible as you try to keep your weak grasp on reality, your consciousness threatening to float out of your body so only feeling remains.

Yangyang glances around the room to make sure no one is paying special attention to the two of you while you dangle from his string. Satisfied by the privacy you’ve managed to attain in such a public space, his head dips to the crook of your neck where he places open mouthed kisses one after the other. He knows you well enough to know that this will elicit a moan from you so he subtly pulls a hand from the water to place gently over your mouth. It’s just in time.

The moan that was going to be much too loud is muffled by his hand until it fades with your remembrance of your situation. Your cheeks burn from embarrassment but Yangyang feels too good to let the moment slip out of your grasp. You can feel him smirking against the skin of your neck, his lips ghosting up it until they linger by your ear. “I care.” The words feel weighted with something you can’t place, but it doesn’t matter right now. All you know is that they sound nice. Everything sounds nice dripping from his tongue. 

He pulls his head up to look at you, an accomplished grin plastered on his face when he sees your eyes blown with lust. “What do you want, y/n?” You’re surprised by the question. You assumed he would keep moving things along the way he saw fit and you were more than happy to oblige. As if to emphasize that he expects an answer, he removes his hand from your mouth and leans back against the pool wall again. 

“Yangyang,” you whine, your eyes pleading for him to just keep going. His tongue pushes into his cheek as he tries his hardest not to show how much he loves when you’re needy for him. It doesn’t work and that only makes you more frustrated. You hate that he has this hold over you but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

“Hmm?” He cocks his head, eyes holding yours without wavering. “What is it?” The hand that took up residence in your bikini bottoms minutes ago is suddenly active again, trailing lower until he presses his middle finger against your aching clit, circling it so slowly you think you might lose your mind. “Do you want me to love you or something, y/n?” 

God. He can be so fucking irritating. Knowing he does it on purpose doesn’t help. Still, your body responds to him like always. Your back arches, hips seeking more friction, a desperate contrast to your sharp words. “No, Yangyang. I want you to make me fucking cum.”

His finger stops suddenly as he just gazes at you. He clearly wasn’t expecting that answer. Or at least not that tone. Naturally, though, it strikes the perfect chord with him. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin now that’s equal parts sexy and annoying. “I love it when you talk dirty.” To the point, as always. His finger returns to toying with your clit and you sigh in relief. 

In an effort to better shield you both from prying eyes, Yangyang holds your upper body against his with his free arm. To the unsuspecting eye, it appears you’re just holding each other in the water. Under the water and between your bodies, though, he’s busy making sure you can’t think about anything but him. 

His hand pulls itself out of your bottoms, his mouth shushing you preemptively at the same time, knowing you’ll pout about the loss of contact. You don’t have time to protest, his hand finding yours and guiding it to his swim trunks. He presses it firmly against the fabric to make sure you can feel the way he is straining, throbbing. Just for you. You gasp softly but it morphs into a moan as you form your hand to the shape of his cock. You glide your hand along it as you clench around nothing, just thinking about him inside you. 

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He mouths against your ear, his whisper so low it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your hand moves up before sliding down the front of his trunks, stopping only when he grabs your arm and stills you. “Are you going to let me fuck that little attitude out of you?” He already knows the answer and so do you.

“Yangyang, please,” you half groan, half whine, only to feel steam coming out of your ears when he laughs. “Not here,” he says, removing your hand from his trunks and letting go of you completely. You gape at him, unable to believe that he would actually stop you right now after getting you so worked up. 

You watch as he climbs out of the pool, his perfect body glistening from the water, his messy hair somehow sexy instead of humbling. Your eyes drift to the obvious erection in his trunks before he snaps you out of it. “Come on,” he instructs, wrapping a towel around his waist to cover his predicament before offering you his hand. 

You’re suddenly very aware of your circumstances. You glance around to see many more people around than you had known were there when he was touching you. You can’t help but turn bright red at the thought. You were so consumed by Yangyang that you were only moments away from fucking him in this pool like no one else existed. You would never get that close to doing something like that with anyone else. The thought scares you and excites you at the same time. 

You take his hand and climb out of the pool only to be swiftly led in the direction of the elevators. He doesn’t say anything all the way up to your shared room, just holds your hand in his. Fingers intertwined… interesting. You take note of that for later. 

You don’t get a second to breathe once you’re inside the room, Yangyang spinning you around and pressing you face first against the door. You gasp from the thud but then you’re the one smirking. He gets like this sometimes. Impatient. Rough. You’d be lying to yourself if you said it wasn’t a major fucking turn on. You loved knowing that he wanted—no, needed—you so bad that he couldn’t waste another second. 

You feel Yangyang pulling at the strings of your bottoms until they fall off your body, his hand smoothing down your back and over your ass until he cups your heat in his hand. “Tell me what you want.” His stern tone floods you with electricity, moaning contentedly when his fingers begin to glide up and down your slick folds, prodding at your entrance just enough to tease you. 

“You.” You know that’s not good enough for him, but your head is spinning and it’s the truth. You don’t care what he gives you. You’ll take any piece of him. Still, he gives your cunt a light slap as a corrective measure. You can hear him using his other hand to free himself from his trunks. “Try again.”

“Fuck.” You’re so frustrated. From him being annoying. From needing him so bad. From having to use your currently empty head to form the words he wants you to say.

He seems to know you need a little encouragement, his arm wrapping around your stomach as he guides his leaking cock through your folds just as he did with his fingers before. “Tell me or I’ll leave you standing here.” 

Not going to fucking happen. You summon all the brain power you have to give him what he’s asking for. “Please, Yangyang… Want to cum on your cock,” you beg, knowing he’s extra likely to be good to you if you sound desperate for him. He loves that. And hey… you are. 

He swears under his breath—proof that your begging worked perfectly—before sheathing himself inside you in one go. A mix of your moan and his groan fills the air as he stills inside you for a moment. There is nothing like him entering you for the first time. It never fails to satisfy you both. 

Soon, though, his impatience and need takes over and you could not be more grateful. He snaps his hips into you, your bodies rattling the door as he fucks you into it. You cry out his name. He pulls your hair. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. His fingers find your clit.

“Gonna fucking cum for me, princess?” The pet name makes your stomach flutter as you nod your head frantically, your legs barely holding you up as you’re overcome with stimulation. “Please,” you barely manage to choke out between heavy breaths and moans, the tension inside you snapping when the hand on your clit rapidly increases in speed. 

You cry out in relief and sheer pleasure as he makes you do just what you wanted—cum on his cock. The way you clench around him is the last thing he needs to find his own release, spilling inside you a moment later. “Jesus fuck, y/n,” he groans as he works to catch his breath, his arm tightening around your stomach in an effort to keep you both standing. 

You lean against the door, eyes closed as you appreciate your high and come down from it. You’re almost sure you’re falling asleep when you suddenly feel soft lips on the back of your neck. You hum and open one eye, curious about the sudden gentleness. You don’t dare ask though for fear of Yangyang ruining it by opening his mouth. 

“Come lay down, princess,” he mumbles against your skin, his voice sounding tired but… sweet? He never calls you that when he’s not fucking the life out of you. Certainly not afterwards.

As if he can feel your hesitation, he presses reassuring kisses across your shoulder. “Coming?”

“Coming.” Of course you are.

[jaelvr]

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FLUFF -

1. “what are you do-” “look, now we match!” ( used here )

2. “You’re cleaning this up, right? Since this was your idea.”  

3. “Feeling better?” “It feels like I’ve been slapped but on the inside.” “So…no?" ( used here )

4. "I don’t think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it.”

5. “Shh- that’s just what you think.” “No, I’m pretty sure that’s what I know.”

6. “and why would I do this for you?” “Because you love me.” “Not enough- fine.”

7. “Who let you look so cute today?”

8. “Can we wait a second? I wanna take a picture of you right now.”

9. “I think I’m gonna fail this test-” “It’s okay, you pass in my heart.” “That means nothing.”

10. “Am I your favourite?” “I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie." ( used here )

11. “This is unfair.” “I can’t help the fact you’re terrible at Mario kart." 

12. "since we’re dating, does that mean I can hold your hand whenever I want?”

13. “I’ve been looking for my hoodie-” “my hoodie, you mean.”

14. “I’ve always wanted to come here with you.”

15. “this song reminds me of you.”  ( used here )

16. “as much as I love food, I’m giving you the last piece just this once.”

17. “you’re cold?” “no? it’s super sunny right now-” “take my jacket anyway.”

18. “oh no, my head, it’s falling conveniently onto your shoulder!” 

19. “shut up and kiss me already.”

20. “i’ve waited for so long just to say that to you.”

21. “your hands are colder than the one time I lost a bet and I had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes.”

22. “you seem like you want ice cream.”

23. “mcDonald’s is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?” “it’s 3 in the morning.” “and?” “let’s go.”

24. “you love me?” “i always have.”

25. “what’s that even supposed to be?” “it’s a drawing of you, idiot.”

26. “here comes the airplane!” “i can feed myself.” “too bad.”

27. “it’s a 4000 piece puzzle and you’ve finished maybe 100 pieces max. and how long have you been doing this?”

28. “i know it’s not the best but-” “i love it.”

29. “i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?” ( used here )

30. “I remember the first time we met.”

31.“I know it’s your favorite.” ( used here )

32. “Everything okay? You don’t seem like yourself.”

33. “Let me get that for you.” ( used here )

34. “I’m here to listen.”

35. “Let’s go out. Just the two of us.”

36. “I don’t have to ask, I know.”

37. “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.” 

38. “Well, I don’t, but you do.”

39. “I did it for you.”

40. “No one’s ever done this for me before…”

41. “Only you can call me that.” ( used here )

42. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

43. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”

44. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

45. “We’ll get through this together.” ( used here )

46. “Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.”

47. “I’m not going anywhere.”

48. “You shouldn’t see that jerk anymore. I’m worried you’ll get hurt.”

49. “Wherever you are, that’s where my home is."

50. “Look who’s under the mistletoe!”

51. “i want to spend the day with you doing nothing.”

52. “i saw something today that reminded me of you.” ( used here )

53. “you bought me flowers?” ( used here )

54. “i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.”

55. “i still dream about you even though you’re mine.”

56. “where’s my goodnight kiss?”

57. “can you read to me?”

58. “i feel safe with you.”

59. “you can stay as long as you want.” ( used here )

60. “my love for you only grows with each passing second.”

61. “a man could hold the weight of worlds, but he could never carry the love i have for you.”

62. “you know, even if you left me, i’d still be yours.”

63. “i have so much love for you i almost don’t know what to do with it.”

64. “i’m falling in love with you.” ( used here )

65. “we’ll never get to sleep if you keep fidgeting like that.”

66. “kiss me harder.” ( used here )

67. “no, don’t stop. i like the sound of your voice.”  ( used here )

68. “you’re so cool.”

69. “you’re with me always.”

70. “i’d never turn down a kiss from you.”

ANGST -

71. “you didn’t just break my heart, you broke my trust.”

72. “i’ve waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how i feel, but you don’t deserve an explanation.”

73. “i don’t have the energy to fight you anymore.”

74. “take what you want from me and just leave already.”

75. “i’m not ready to live without you.”

76. “i let you in, you and your poison, and now i’m no good.”

77. “you feel further away from me now than when you were a stranger.” 

78. “i don’t forgive you.”

79. “let me go.”

80. “it doesn’t matter how good the dream is, we always wake up.”

81. “you can’t be bitter now, this was your decision.”

82. “i lost myself the day i lost you.”

83. “i wish i could love you, i know you’d be good for me, but i can’t.”

84. “please don’t make me go, i want to stay.”

85. “the sad thing is, i’d do it all over again even for the same outcome.”

86. “you said you’d follow me anywhere” — “you know i can’t follow you there.” 

87. “you’re the only mistake i don’t regret, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake.”

88. “you didn’t deserve me.”

89. “i loved you, you used me.”

90. “i’m allowed to move on.”

91. “i still wanted to believe that you are a good person after everything you’ve done to me. ”

92. “ you gave me another chance to be a new person again, but you didn’t seem to trust me enough. ”

93. “ why did you betray / leave me ? ”

94. “my heart desired for your love then. ”

95. “ why did you love me now ? ”

96. “ i have given you all my love but you threw them away like it was nothing. ”

97. “ now you want me like i wanted you ? ”

98. “ you’re wasting my time. ”

99. “ i just wish that we both had the same feeling back then. ”

100. “ we still can fix this, but we can’t be together again. " 

101. ” i regret meeting you. “

102. ” thanks for the trauma, by the way. “ 

103. ” it’s best for us to be strangers again. “

104. ” maybe there’s another universe where we have a happy ending we’ve always wanted. “

105. ” i hope to never see you again. “

106. ” i’ve seen the way you look at them, if they are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate. “

107.  "what am i to you truly ? a puppet to be used to get what you want? ”

108. “ what am i to you truly ? ”

109.  “you manipulated me into believing your bullshits ! ”

110. “i don’t care if you need me, it’s your own fault for breaking our relationship. ”

111. “ why should i trust you again ? ”

112. “ we can’t go back like we used to, take a look what happened to us now. ”

113. “our relationship / friendship ends now. ”

114. “we were never meant be. ”

115. “of all people, why it should be you who hurt me ? ”

116. “I believe in you. I always have. Maybe that’s my fatal flaw.”

117. “I never forgot you. I couldn’t.”

118. . “After everything, how could you not trust me?”

119. “ I wanted this to end differently. ”

120. “There was only one way this could go.”

121. “I miss you, more than I thought possible.” ( used here )

122. “I thought you loved me.”

123. “There was an accident, They’re in the hospital.”

124. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

125. “I forgot you were like this.”

126. “ Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

127. “ It’s my fault that this happened. ”

128. “If you go through with this, you’ll be giving up everything you’ve ever known.”

129. “If I remember correctly, you never came for me.”

130. “I thought you left.”

131. “You left me.”

132. “I know you’re there, open the door.”

133. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”

134. “Stop holding back, I can take it.”

135. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”

136. “They are still in surgery, no updates.”

137. “ It was an accident, I swear.”

138. “I tried calling you. A few times actually.”

139. “I need to do this, why can’t you see that?”

140. “When will you let this go?”

141. “Everything I’ve done has been for you.”

142. “You were my best friend.”

143. “Why can’t you just listen to me?” 

144. “Please, just let me forget you.”

ENEMIES TO LOVERS -

145. “i know that you are my enemy , but you have intoxicated me into falling in love with you .”

146. “you’re the first person who is vulnerable enough to make me impossibly weak .”

147. “will i ever regret my own choice for loving you instead of killing you ?”

148.   “forget who we are , let’s make our new life together .”

149. “at first you were the hell that you gave me , until you become my heaven .”

150. “ I’ll try my best to deserve you .”

151. “i seek for peace , until i found you .”

152. “tell me , why does my own enemy could make feel safe ?”

153. “though you are dangerous , you are also capable of love .”

154. “my hands have stained with bloods and violence , yet you choose to hold them like a precious thing .”

155. “ i’ve hurt you , why would you seek love and warmth in me ?”

156. “i’d rather die in your arms than being stabbed by you .”

157. “curse me with your love , darling .”

158.“what did you do to me to make me fall in love with you ?”

159. “ you’re so pure and innocent , and i am scared to hold you and break you into pieces .”

160. “losing you is my worst nightmare .”

161. “i’m sorry for hurting you .”

162. “be in my dreams to replace the nightmares you have given me .”

163. “why do you want me of all people ?”

164. “i can’t help myself from falling in love with you .”

165. “let’s have a peaceful life , shall we ?”

166. “i shouldn’t have given you the scar , i hate it so much .”

167. “be happy with me .”

168. “ i’ve always hated your smile , but as i keep seeing you smile , i begin to admire them .”

169. “god really gives me a soulmate in a possible way , doesn’t he ?”

170. “i’m grateful to have you as my enemy .”

171. “i feel calm when i am with you .” ( used here )

172. “ teach me how to love , so i won’t hurt you .”

173. “all i knew in my life: love is a weakness . then you came into my life , making me stronger not to lose you .”

174. “every second i have spent with you , i’ll treasure them to remember you .”

175 .“ you don’t have any idea how much i love you .” ( used here )

176. “there are many reasons why i hate about you , but those reasons turn into something why i love you .”

177. “we were destined to be enemies , so we could fight against each other until we tire ourselves and find many reasons why we should stop and forgive each other .”

178. “i forgive you , despite the hell you have put me through .” 

179. “let us move forward into something new .”

180. “i should’ve let you die , but i chose to protect you .”

181. “sit , and let me tell you the reasons why am i falling in love with you .” ( used here )

182. “it’s impossible , isn’t it ? how two enemies can have feelings for each other ?”

183. “ let me protect you instead of fighting against you .”

184. “each day i am always worried something dangerous might happen to you , but i am the danger , aren’t i ?”

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[hwangyeonjun]

prompt: “stop teasing me”

pairing: ten lee x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive, clothed grinding and teasing, dirty talk (kinda)

word count: 706

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“look, y/n!” yangyang exclaimed, shoving his phone into your face. “i ordered this shirt yesterday, what do you think?” he smiled brightly at you.

you chuckled at his excitement, his sparkly eyes warming your heart as he looked at the peace of clothing that he was showing you and sat down next to you, waiting for an answer.

“it’s nice. i think it’ll look good on you” you replied honestly, offering a small smile his way.

you heard a loud sigh and a grunt on the other side of you where ten was sitting. glancing at him, you notice a little scowl on his face which almost made you laugh out loud.

deciding to play along, you look at yangyang again. “don’t forget to send me a picture of how it looks on you”

your words made his eyes sparkle even more as he nodded eagerly, failing to notice the growing tension in the room which was caused by your very own boyfriend.

ten knew that there was nothing to be jealous or suspicious about you and yangyang. he trusted you both and you always treated yangyang like a little brother because that was the relationship you established with him ever since you met and it was completely normal and acceptable for everyone.

but although ten is embarrassed to admit, he is jealous of the attention yangyang is getting from you, even if it’s childish and maybe even selfish. he knows that. yet, he can’t shake this feeling off, because he just can’t admit that today he wanted your attention a little more, so the only thing he is left to do is to pout and hope that you’ll notice him.

later that night, when you returned back to your own house, you found ten still sulking with his arms crossed on his chest.

giggling quietly to yourself, you approached him, though he didn’t even spare you a glance. “are you mad?” you cooed, sitting down next to him.

“no” he answered quickly, still keeping his gaze forwards.

you sticked your head out in front of him, forcing him to meet your eyes. “jealous?”

he scoffed. “no”

you rolled your eyes and threw your legs over his, straddling his hips. ten’s eyes went wide for a second as he gulped from the sudden contact.

wrapping your arms around his shoulder, you wiggled on his lap. “oh come on, you know that yangyang treats me like a big sister, he’s still a kid in heart, he wants the attention”

ten hissed when you pressed down on his crotch. “i know”

“he’s been separated from his family at a young age, lost most of his childhood in the practice room, in a different country. you, from all people, should know better what that’s like” you continued while dragging your fingers from his neck down to his chest, feeling him relax more and more every passing second.

ten knew you were right, and it made him feel more like an asshole for getting visibly upset over this issue. but he was too damn stubborn to admit it, so he nodded his head before tilting it back and resting it on top of the backrest, eyes fixating on the ceiling, while his hands finally found its way to your thighs, though he only softly placed them on top, which annoyed you.

you took it as a challenge and started to grind yourself more on his crotch, his dick slowly becoming harder until you could see a visible bulge in his pants, while your hands burried themselves into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots and your lips leaving soft, wet kisses on his neck, showing a little bit more attention to the sensitive spots.

ten couldn’t suppress his sounds anymore. low grunts and moans slipping past his lips, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into your thighs.

but when he lifted his head up and tried to remove your pants, ready to actually start doing something and take the lead, you swatted his hands away and smirked.

“nope. not so fast”

“oh come on” he groaned loudly. “stop teasing me” his last words came out like a whine which only made you smile more.

“oh baby, this is just the beginning”

[winwintea]

how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader 

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun.  The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back. 

Liu Yang Yang 

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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해찬  ##  🗯️ ⠀ &THEAFTERPARTY..

twenty live-in-able. ⠀ wc 2.2k. ⠀ warnings none.

waking up every morning with a crick in his neck and cramps in his legs was, admittedly, getting a little old. no matter the amount of protests from quite literally everyone who’d ever sat on it (though not many had since donghyuck had made it his temporary bed), mark continuously flat-out refused to buy a new sofa, defending it again and again with excuses such as ‘my brother bought it for me,’ and ‘i’ve made so many memories with it!’

(the last statement, when desperately exclaimed to their group of friends, was met with a majority of disgusted looks, renjun going as far as to stand up and move to one of the spinny chairs by his kitchen island instead. mark then immediately began trying to save himself—’not those kinds of memories! i meant, like, normal ones! but still good!’—but the damage had been done, and no one had believed a word he’d said).

this morning was no different, and hyuck groaned in pain when he flung a leg out from underneath his flimsy blanket and it clicked in about three different places. sunlight was pouring in through mark’s living room windows, and despite all the aches and pains twinging throughout his body, haechan felt strangely good as he heaved himself into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. he felt.. energised. ready to do things. to be productive. 

ready to do things, he repeated in his head, with a nod to go with it. or so he thought.

“like, ‘ready-to-move-out’ do things, or..?”

mark’s voice sounded from behind him, shortly followed by the click of him turning his coffee machine on, and hyuck whipped around with a scowl to meet the grinning face of his best friend.

“fuck off, i will eventually! your sofa’s pissing me off, i’m gonna end up with scoliosis at twenty-four. it’s just—i don’t know, i don’t actually think there’s anywhere for me to move to. injunnie keeps sending me listings, but all the rent prices are crazy.”

he flopped back down onto the uncomfortable cushions, intending to wallow in self pity, but the sudden scalding warmth of a mug being placed on his stomach made him jolt back upwards to ensure he didn’t drop it, unsure of whether to level mark with another glare or a look of thanks. he settled for what he hoped was an adequate mix of both, and mark snickered before his face softened into something sympathetic.

“you know i’d let you crash here permanently if i could, but this place is small as fuck even with just me.” his brow furrowed after he took a sip of his own coffee, setting it on the little table beside his (or rather, hyuck’s temporary) sofa before listing off all of the options he could think of on his fingers as they came to him.

“renjun’s shacked up with that yangyang guy who works at kun’s, jake dorms, jiung.. what is jiung doing? last i heard he was trying to sublet. maybe you could get him to kick the other guy out?”

donghyuck shuddered at the thought, shaking his head vehemently. “yeah, but then jiungie would be, like.. my pseudo-landlord. no thanks.”

they both shared a laugh at that, and then mark was straight back to the drawing board. “if not that, then i don’t think i know anyone with a spare room. unless you wanna try and hit up jaem—”

“no. god, no. i’d rather die.”

mark cracked up again at that, creasing over so far he almost knocked his mug over from where he’d picked it back up, prompting haechan to take it right back out of his hands. it took a few moments for him to recover, and once he had his eyebrows scrunched even more while he tried to think of a solution to donghyuck’s problem while said donghyuck abandoned his own coffee to the table and returned to his self-pity. 

his wallowing again didn’t last long, but this time it was due to the shock that came after mark’s sudden yell, the sound so loud it echoed around the walls of his small apartment.

“mark, what the fu—”

“you could stay with yn! i heard him complaining to jeno about how everyone in the friend group, like, takes turns crashing on the tiny sofa bed he has in the ‘even tinier spare room, that i don’t even think is supposed to function as a room’—his words, not mine.”

at the mere mention of your name, about a million different (made up) scenarios rushed into his head all at once, a mix of memory and fantasy. breakfast in the morning, knocking knees entirely on purpose under the table. clothes half on and hair sticking up in every which direction, music from a playlist shared faintly humming through the room. even if it was all ripped from his imagination, and all he’d probably get in reality is a rude awakening from keeho telling him to pack his things and find the nearest youth hostel, it still sounded.. ideal.

which. it shouldn’t have. not in any way, shape, or form. the mornings with you he’d just dreamed up had all sounded—well. romantic, in a way. and that was a can of worms he didn’t want to open with a half-finished coffee that was going colder by the minute, and mark lee right next to him (because while he loved him, really, the canadian couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. he never meant to spill, but once he got rambling it was hard to tell where he was going to end up). it wasn’t like donghyuck had intended to start possibly-maybe smile a little more whenever he was with you, to hope you were scheduled for the same shift so he could see you, talk to you, trade mock insults and mess around when it was running a little quieter than normal. to spend more and more time with you, as much as he could get away with.

it had just happened, snuck up on him and caught him completely unawares, and it was (more than) a little embarrassing. how would he even explain it to you, if he ever? hey, i know we were supposed to be sleeping together with no strings attached before i ditched everyone—you included—for a year, but now i’m back and we’ve made up, and i think i like you, haha. isn't that so crazy? you’d probably give him a black eye. two black eyes.

“hyuck! dude, stop daydreaming, we need to get real.”

mark’s shout snapped him out of his momentary daze, and he felt the tips of his ears burn red at being caught out, flopping backwards onto the sofa cushions again after placing his lukewarm coffee back on the table for the second time to avoid it being noticed.

“how? i can’t just—walk up to him and ask to live with him, mark. that’s weird as fuck.”

the way the canadian looked genuinely confused at his answer was almost painful.

“why not?”

and that question alone was how donghyuck ended up standing outside the coffee shop at eleven pm on the dot that night, trying with all his might to resist how mark was attempting to push him through the doors. he wasn’t scheduled for tonight, but you were, and that was the sole reason he was dragged here. to ‘just go and ask, man, he’ll totes say yes,’ and then brace himself for whatever heavy object soobin would most likely throw at him afterwards.

“oh my god, get off me, i’m actually going to push you into the road,” he huffed, shaking mark’s grabby hands from their vice grip on his shoulders and shooting him a glare, to which mark just grinned. “fine, i’ll ask! but if he tells me to fuck off, i’m blaming you.”

mark shrugged in response, looking completely unbothered. “do what you want, yn won’t do anything. he likes me.”

he opened his mouth to retort, but let it fall closed again when he (begrudgingly) realised that that was, in fact, true. hyuck flipped his smirking temporary-roommate off and turned on his heel, trying to keep his head high and dignity intact even if he could clearly hear mark’s snickering behind him. the door opened easily, bell chiming to announce his arrival, and then slowly swung shut behind him.

what then followed was a few moments of awkward eye contact with shota, who had straightened up from where he was clearing a table and simply stared at him, right into his soul. hyuck cleared his throat and mustered up a small wave before making a dash to the counter, where you were stood behind fiddling with one of the machines. soobin gave him a look from his place at the register when he knocked on the wooden surface of the countertop to catch your attention, but he tried his best to block him out for the time being.

you turned around at the noise, and a smile spread over your face when you saw who had made it. “hyuckie, hey. what’s up?”

he was a little ashamed to admit that he froze up on the spot, fingers tapping nervously on the wood while he tried to figure out a way to just come out with it. can i stay on your shitty sofa bed? please? mark’s sofa sucks. i had unrealistic romantic fantasies about us this morning. i promise i don’t snore. 

instead, he floundered for a few seconds more before finally blurting out something along the lines of “do you know anyone with a spare room,” half mumbled and almost unintelligible. he felt both his cheeks flaming and soobin’s eyes burning into the side of his head after he’d said it, wishing he was far, far away. maybe he could put up with the cricks in his neck and the cramps in his legs.

your eyebrow quirked in question, coming closer to the counter and leaning on it with an elbow. “a spare room? i mean—i do, kinda. it’s pretty small, but still.. live-in-able, i guess. why? who’s asking?”

“um.” he cleared his throat and balled his hands up into fists at his sides, eyes focusing on a spot just past your head so he didn’t have to make eye contact when he said: “..me?”

there was a resounding silence throughout the whole room, and distantly he heard soobin shut the register with a distinct snap. he was expecting something to be chucked straight at him in the next few moments, but instead—laughter. your laughter, in fact. when he finally turned his gaze to you, you were creased over with mirth, arms wrapped around your sides. it took a couple seconds for you to fully recover, and even when you had you were still a little short of breath, the occasional giggle slipping out as you spoke.

“why’d you look so scared? i’m not gonna kill you, hyuckie. if you need a place to crash then my spare room’s all yours, as long as you chip in a little.” the grin was back, corners of your mouth turned upwards, but it started to look a bit more like a smirk as you carried on. “and i’m not paying for a new mattress, either. that’s all on you, i’m afraid.”

donghyuck practically deflated with relief, sharing your smile now that the worry was off of his back. “i’m not an idiot, ynnie, i wasn’t expecting you to let me crash for free. but—thanks. a lot. mark’s sofa was starting to kill me a little, i think. when should i..” he trailed off, unsure of how to finish his sentence and hoping you got the message. it took a second, but when you reached the conclusion he was going for you straightened up and clicked your fingers while you gave the answer.

“oh! i can come and get you from mark’s after i get off work, if you want. i’ll even help you carry your stuff—and maybe buy you dinner, if you’re nice.” you finished your sentence with a wink, and hyuck tried not to do something incredibly embarrassing, like squeal like a little girl.

“i’ll be the best,” was what he managed to promise instead, mentally patting himself on the back for keeping it together. now that plans were made, you both bid your goodbyes to one another, and donghyuck turned around to leave again—steadily ignoring how soobin was still giving him the evil eye. the bell on the door announced his departure, and he turned to grant you a quick wave before he was back outside and face-to-face with where mark was leaning against the wall on his phone.

“so?” there was a grin on his face like he already knew what the answer was going to be. “what’d he say?”

“he said yes,” hyuck mumbled, letting the older canadian immediately throw himself at him in a celebratory hug and then start to drag him down the street, endless strings of words tumbling out of his mouth about moving out and farewell drinks and far too many other things he couldn’t keep track of. he was focusing harder on keeping the colour from rushing to his cheeks, from keeping his head from spinning too out of control. 

how the hell he was going to get through living with you unscathed, he’d never know. he supposed all he could do was cross his fingers and hope he didn’t embarrass himself too much.

which, if he was being honest, was already looking unlikely. it was going to be a long night.

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[sohnonesbubble]

Eric Sohn fic ideas I NEED people to write for me, Im begging 🙏🏻

These are my main ideas so far, if I think of more I'll make another post.

If anyone uses these promts plz use #eric x bubble for me to find them 🥺

• older reader 🤧

• you meet during his hiatus - the reason he came back looking soo good? - he got laid for the first time (idol!au, secret dating, smut)

• plzzz someone write me car smut, head, hand (giving, receiving or both)

• SKATEBOARD DATE will also accept arcade and aquarium (octopus my fave animal just sayin)

• reader is the female dancer in his Confidence solo, either strangers / enemies / friends to secret dating (idol!au, smut, could tie into the hiatus prompt??)

• lipgloss mv - you and Eric both like each other - don't know about - he is jealous seeing you going out with the others - competing with the members - you're all strictly friends - memebers catch on and play cupid to help you guys figure it out on your own

• cnc 🧍🏻‍♀️

• eric date reader - best friend dating yangyang hehe (idol!au)

• that one time on the group live - he had gum - he puts in reader mouth 🤤

• camboy!au / streamer bf - he notices reader attend every live - reaches out to reader - it progresses - maybe you start joining in (I have a gif that prompted this, and for gamer boy playing with him under the desk while he is streaming)

• more idol!au secret dating

• I'm also a sucka for those damn twt link scenarios... And could do with more smut themed head cannons on what he would be into/how it would be done 🫡

• him breathy moaning y/n while you choke him (thanks A LOT to my bestie for putting that in my head) 🧎🏻‍♀️