so you’re telling me that taeyong had no clue abt nct hollywood and found out like the rest of us? dear fucking god sm, sort yourselves out. you’re turning this into a joke and ruining nct’s reputation.
You noticed the way his cheeks were flushing pink with each giggle that left the girl clinging to his side. You had literally been gone for less than two minutes, and this girl decides to take your space by your boyfriends side.
It was in Gods hands to make sure this girl wouldn’t go home with a clump of her hair missing. As you walked back over to your little circle, the girl eyed you up and down with a stingey look, “Who are you?” The tone of her voice was enough to make you rip your ears off.
You pouted pathetically at her, “I’m his girlfriend” you pointed to Mark, his eyes darting between you both, “And who the fuck are you?”
The girl huffed and stayed clinging onto your boyfriend, the amount of energy it took for you not to scream right now was unbelievable. “Okay, I think we better get going now” Mark pried her off his arm and wrapped one arm around your shoulders, guiding you away from her before things escalated, “You’re crazy”
“Since when did buying art supplies turn into a dating show?” You walked up to your boyfriend who was at the till, getting compliments left, right and center from the cashier, “Aren’t you meant to be doing a job? I don’t recall flirting with a customer, who has a girlfriend, be on your to do list”
Renjun was taken aback by your sudden change in behaviour from mere moments ago where you were giddy about this new colouring book. The cashier was also taken aback by your words, she didn’t intend to flirt with him, especially if he had a girlfriend.
“I didn’t know. You, um, you weren’t here so I just assumed-“
“Yeah, well, don’t just assume.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. Renjun was trying to hide his smile; he’s never seen you this jealous before and wuite frankly, he was secretly enjoying it.
You loved watching him do his boxing training at the gym, with all his muscles flexing and contorting with each swing and dodge… and so did some others who you weren’t very fond of. These girls only go to the gym to watch your boyfriend train. It annoyed you to no ends belief.
“He’s so hot, isn’t he?” One of the girls whispered to another, making sure Jeno couldn’t hear, but you were in perfect ear shot, “I could just eat him up… or let him eat me up”
“Okay, enough!” You stormed over to Jeno and dragged him out of the ring, “Mine! He’s my boyfriend. Get your own, you thirsty whores” as you walked away with Jeno, you could hear the girls mutter things under their breath.
Before you had the chance to confront them, Jeno pulled you in for a kiss in front of them, proving that he really is your boyfriend and isn’t interested in anyone else. “You’ve got me, okay?”
He’s so smug about it. He knows for a fact that this girl is flirting with him and he’s basking in the way you’re seething across the room, smoke could almost be seen from your ears.
“Oh, Hyuck! You’re so funny!” The girl squeezed his bicep, eyes widening at the muscle under her touch. Did you hear her correctly? Did she just call your boyfriend ‘Hyuck’? The nickname that he only allowed you and the other Dreamies to call him and not anyone else since his government name wasn’t used that often.
You had enough of watching this girl flirting with your boyfriend. “I suggest you get your hand off my boyfriend before I break your wrist” your innocent smile was a big contrast to your words. The girl quickly backed away and went off to go bug another boy, “We’re leaving. Now”
Haechan smirked as he followed you out the house, he loved seeing you get made because the sex you guys had after is always amazing.
This boy is too sweet for his liking - he can’t turn anyone down even if the end of the world depended on it. This boy felt like he’s breaking a million hearts with the most simple word ‘no’. And that’s how he ended up in a situation like this.
“I understand he’s a little hard to get to say no, but just because he doesn’t, doesn’t mean you can continue your administrations on my boyfriend” you poked the girl in her chest, an eyebrow quirking up at your action, “Now, don’t mind us whilst we go watch this film”
You grabbed Jaemin’s hand and walked away to the cinema screen you were designated for. “She’s gonna follow us in, y’know?” He looked over his shoulder and confirmed his statement, the girl was following the two of you into the screening.
“Ignore her. I’m this close to slapping her one” you showed Jaemin the small gap between your thumb and forefinger, almost no gap at that.
You had taken Chenle hostage whilst you went shopping for some new outfits. Summer was approaching and you were lacking in the department of summer clothes.
The dressing room was partly empty apart from a couple staff rearranging a clothing wrack. Chenle was sitting outside of the cubicle you were trying a cute and simple dress on, you couldn’t hear much as the door was shut, but you could make out a faint giggle coming from outside the cubicle.
You pressed your ear against the door, listening to whatever was going on outside, “You deserve better than to be waiting for your girlfriend. I could take you for some coffee, if you would like?”
Oh hell no. You swung open the door and stared at the store’s staff asking your boyfriend out, “Do you want to get fired, huh?” You placed your hands on your hips and glared deadly at her, her feet stumbling backwards as she uttered an apology.
“I could go for some coffee right now” Chenle teased you, earning a roll of your eyes in response, “You look good in that dress though”
He wouldn’t even know that someone was flirting with him, he was so oblivious to it all, but you weren’t. The girl that was trying to get a hug from your boyfriend was beginning to piss you off.
You knew that if you made a scene, it will embarrass him and the whole place would get awkward - but surely enough she didn’t think she could get away with what she was doing, did she? You were the only girl allowed to get a hug from him (as well as his Mother, of course) and not some slutty girl prying after a boy who is already taken.
You walked over and stood in front of Jisung just as the girl wrapped her arms around his neck. You were sandwiched between them both, your fingers jabbing into her side causing her to let out a small yelp, “Go find a boy that doesn’t have a girlfriend” you shooed her away, turning your back on her so you could face him.
The shocked looked on your boyfriends face made you roll your eyes, “What? Did you really expect me to allow her to hug you?”
“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to jab her” Jisung wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest for a hug, “Can we leave? I feel like all eyes are on us”
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• pairings: lee donghyuck x fem!reader • genre: bridgerton au!, smut, angst • warnings: adultery/cheating, smut, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe!), confusion • word count: 3.3k • summary: lord haechan had found you and used you for his own pleasure, disregarding his fiancée at home for a dressmaker like you. you were to make his fiancée’s wedding dress but lord haechan didn’t approve - things are said and things are wanted to be done, unfortunately they could never happen. • author’s note: im not too proud of this fic to say the least :/ i dont think i was in the right mindset when writing this, so i apologise if it doesn’t read well. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
The dark red corset that held your figure in was beginning to be a pain in your ass. Don’t get yourself wrong - you loved wearing them as they made your waist awfully cinched, and your breasts voluptuous from how tight the strings were pulled. But on the off-chance you weren’t in favour of them, was right now.
“It’s digging into my side, Sir” you tapped the shoulder of the man hovering over you as he peppered kisses along your collarbone. His lips always felt so right on your skin, it’s just that unfortunate the two of you had to keep whatever relationship this was in the dark.
“Sir, did you hear me?” your words came out all breathy, his non-stop kissing was causing you to falter in your sentences. Of course you knew how to keep your composer, you had to keep your cool with your job; being a dressmaker isn’t the easiest of occupancy during this time of year.
Lord Haechan of Jeju Island was being arrogant as always. He comes to see you when he gets any free time away from his daily life; over half the time he comes to see you, it’s to get between your legs or to release whatever stress or anger he’d been penting up during the week he’d been away.
It was easy to get lost in the moment, and Haechan seemed to be doing just that. But as he’s doing so, he hasn’t realised you’re in discomfort.
With another tap at his shoulder and a murmur of his honorific, the man stopped his kisses and shifted position so he was now kneeling back on the heels of his feet. “What’s the matter?” he didn’t seem to concerned as the look on his face was more of annoyance rather than worry, “I have to leave soon. So, what’s the matter?”
“My corset was digging into my side” you responded as you twisted said piece of attire so it was no longer digging into you.
“That’s why I stopped?” Haechan scoffed, the look of annoyance still on his face, “Look, y/n, I can’t be here for much longer, so we can either hurry or I’ll just be on my way”
This would happen a lot. Lord Haechan would give you two desicions - one would be to continue your sexual acts and the second option would be him leaving your small apartment. Normally you would choose the first option, but tonight you hadn’t been in the right mindset to put your attention on anything and that wouldn’t be fair to him.
You looked up at him, pulling the thin fabric which you called a duvet, over your half naked body, “Just be on your way then, I’m not in the mood for tonight”
Haechan scoffed once again, taken aback by your response. You hardly ever denied him, and here you were, denying him and sending him on his way. “Fine. Suit yourself, little Miss y/n. It seems that you not being ‘in the mood for tonight’ has made me question why I even come all the way over here for just some mediocre sex”
You raised yourself up on your elbows, “I beg your pardon? ‘Mediocre sex’?” Why was he being harsh on you? Since when did he think that your sex life was mediocre? Almost every time the two of you have sex, he’s the one who comes over just to get his dick wet, and now he’s complaining about it.
Haechan shifted from the bed and over to your chest of drawers, where his discarded clothes laid.
“You must realise that I don’t need to come over here, right?” His voice was cold, his whole demeanour had changed, “I have a perfectly good fiancée sitting at home waiting for me. So explain to me why I’m here, hm?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, “I beg your pardon? What has gotten into you tonight?” You pushed the duvet off of your body, kicking your legs over the side of your bed to walk over to him, “I know you have a fiancée at home, Sir, but I’m not the one leaving her alone at night to go and fuck some dress shop employee when he feels like it!”
You picked up his shoes from the floor, shoving them into his stomach, “You should leave, Sir” you stared into his eyes, you could sense something wasn’t right when you looked into them, they didn’t seem to be the eyes you first looked into when he first came to you, they were now different and you couldn’t figure out why.
Haechan didn’t bother putting his shoes on before he was heading out of your apartment. The slam of the front door made you flinch, he was angry at himself for saying what he did. He was the one in the wrong and should have just respected that you weren’t feeling it tonight, instead of throwing his fiancée in your face.
Your boss at the dress shop was driving you up the wall. Her constant nagging for you to display the new tailored dresses never ended, and neither did her complaints about you sleeping with some man who’s meant to be married.
You don’t recall telling her about your relationship, so when she had brought it up to you, you were quite shocked. You made her promise you that she wouldn’t speak a word of it to anyone and only you if she had something important to say about that matter - but did she listen? No. She mistook your offer of speaking to you and turned it into a formal complaint about it all.
“Are you listening to me, y/n?” Saejuk snapped her fingers in your face, “How many times have I told you to change the dresses on the mannequins? If you don’t do it by the end of the hour, I may just have to reduce your pay”
Oh, and she also threatened you with reducing your pay more often than not. You never took her threats to heart, they were all bottomless as she never actually went through with her words.
“I’ll get to it now, your Majesty” you rolled your eyes at her, you swore that she thought she was royalty with the way she ordered you around.
You exited the backroom where all the fabric and silks were stored and also where clients would get their measurements for dresses that had absolutely no reason to be worn more than once. When you walked into the main part of the boutique, a young lady along with who you assumed was her Mother walked in.
You bowed at them respectfully, taking note that they must be new clients as you haven’t seen them before. “May I help you, ladies?” You smiled at them, giving them your best service - you needed to make more sales so you could keep your small apartment, money was short and commissions were all that was keeping you going.
“Is there anyone else that works here of more… class?” The Mother looked you up and down as you stood there with a box of dresses that needed to be put out on display.
You were polite and smiled at them, you were taken aback by what she had said to you. Of more class? You work in a dress shop and have a simple, yet appealing to the eye, work outfit - does she expect some rich girl to be working here? You hoped not.
“My apologies, ladies, but it’s only me and my boss here today. She won’t be able to tend to you as she is occupied with quite a large order, I’m the only one available” you placed the box down and gave them your full attention. The daughter looked awkward, almost as if she wasn’t happy with how her Mother was speaking; a rarity in this day and age.
“I suppose we’ll just have to find another boutique then” the Mother turned her nose up at you, “Come along now, Hannah, we must get you the finest wedding dress”
The daughter looked back and forth at you and her Mother. You could tell she felt bad for you, the pity in her eyes was obvious, “I would like to stay here, Mother. The dresses and fabrics on display are perfect for what I’m looking for”
You bowed your head at her, even though you didn’t want to be pitied, it was still something.
Her Mother looked astonished. Looks like afterall that not all wealthy mother’s can have a hold over their daughters for as long as they want to. “Darling, don’t be ridiculous”
“This dress is rather beautiful” Hannah ignored her Mother and walked over to the mannequin in front of you - the dress was a pale yellow with ribbons and lace outlining all the intricate details, “This is the design I would like for my wedding dress. I would like it in white and not yellow, for a very obvious reason”
“Of course, Miss. I’ll go check the back for some fabric” you excused yourself, walking into the back room where Saejuk was stitching an undergarment for a dress, “Where are the white silks?”
You peeked through a few boxes and checked some shelving, but you couldn’t find what you were after.
“White silks? What do you need them for?” Saejuk questioned you, the needle in her hand coming to a halt. “Hm? Answer me, I haven’t got the time to dilly-dally today”
You huffed, “I have a client wanting a wedding dress in the style of the Ophelia design. She wants white, so I’m looking for the white silks”
“A wedding dress-? Oh my!” Your boss shoots up from her chair, “That must be Lady Hannah, she’s marrying Lord Haechan of Jeju Island!” You watched her run a frenzy around the back room. Your ears began ringing with white noise - why were you so shocked over this? You knew he was engaged, but it was down to the fact that his fiancée is your client.
You were going to make the wedding dress for the fiancée of the man you’re sleeping with. What did you do in your past life for this to happen to you? You needed to be careful. You must stop the relationship you have with him; you cannot keep this going on for any longer. It’s wrong. It’s sinful.
The sun was setting and by the time you arrived at your apartment near the Farmers Market, Haechan would be waiting for you. That is unless he’s still being stubborn from what had occured the previous night.
If anything, he knew how to hold a grudge against someone. But you wished he didn’t have one on you.
As you approached the building where your apartment was located, you saw a dark figure standing by the door; you knew immediately who it was.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be here” you mumbled under your breath, pulling out the key to allow yourself in, “Why are you here?” Once the door opened, Haechan pushed in front of you to storm inside your place. Something was wrong and you sensed it.
You followed in after him, the door closing behind you, “What’s wrong?”
Haechan stormed over to your bed, plopping himself down on the edge as he stared at you, “Why are you making her dress? Do you realise how awkward and complicated this makes things? Send her to another dressmaker, y/n. You can’t do this”
You rolled your eyes, “So that’s why you’re here? To tell me not to make your fiancée’s wedding dress” so he wasn’t here to apologise for being rude to you, but he was here to tell you what to do with your job? It truly didn’t make any sense to you whatsoever.
You went over to stand in front of him, your eyes trailing over his attire. He must have just gotten out of an event, his clothes were all preppy and posh, not the usual attire he would wear whenever he came to see you late at night.
“Oh come on, y/n, you know this isn’t a reasonable thing for you to do. I understand you don’t have many morals, but to make her wedding dress when you know the groom a little too much for others liking, it’s nothing like you” Haechan had no filter and you damned him for that. His big mouth always had something nasty to say, even if half the time he’s speaking it’s to praise you for being such a good girl to him.
“What is wrong with you!” You flicked his forehead, “How dare you come into my home and tell me what to do with my job. I don’t know what’s gotten into recently, but I’m not having it”
Haechan scoffed - something he’s good at - and placed his hands on the back of your thighs, his thumbs rubbing against the material of your raggy dress. “I’ve never seen you complain when I normally tell you what to do, hm”
You knew what he was trying to do, you knew he was trying to get you under his spell again. And for your misfortune, it was working.
His touch always felt amazing, no matter where it was. “Sir… we can’t” you looked up at the ceiling, “I can’t”
Haechan ignored you, his hands trailing up your thighs until they reached your waist. They secured you and pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling him. His lap was one of the places you felt most comfortable, but now that you need to end your secret affair with him, his lap now feels foreign and unwanted.
“We can’t keep doing this, it isn’t right. We shouldn’t have started this in the first place” you were trying to sort things out and to be the bigger person here, but with the way his lips ghosted over the sensitive skin on your neck had you masking your decision.
“Haechan” you whimpered out his name once he began sucking love bites onto your neck, “Mm, feels good” your mind was starting to go blank, not what you had intended to happen.
Your hips instinctively began moving against his crotch on their own accord, the sudden movement catching Haechan off guard, his fingers gripping your waist tighter from the friction. “Thought you didn’t want this, yet you’re trying to get yourself off on my lap”
You could feel his smirk against your neck and the small chuckle that followed confirmed your accusation, “I know, but you make me feel dumb” your thought process was all over the place, you wanted to control your needs, but it was getting difficult from the way you could feel his member getting harder.
“I make you feel dumb? Then let me fuck you dumb, baby” in a swift motion, your body was pinned on your mattress underneath the Lord.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you, your hips lifting up to grind against his hardened member. A groan left his lips, a smile forming on yours - you knew how to make him feel good, even from the slightest bit of pleasure.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, the close proximity causing him to press a kiss on your lips, deepening it almost straight away. You moaned into the kiss when you felt one of his hands slide down your side to cup your heat; his nimble fingers tugging up your dress to reveal your panty covered core.
Your underwear was pushed to the side, his index finger circling your entrance and pushing into once covered in your arousal.
“O-oh!” You gasped into his mouth, your tongues collided with each other as you continued to make out. The way his finger curled up to the perfect spot inside you, had you keening into him, your back arched at the feeling of pleasure flowing through your veins from just his finger. “More… I need more”
Haechan pulled away from you, sitting back on his heels, “You want more?” He teased you, making eye contact with you as he pulled out his hard length, your eyes automatically shifting down to ogle at him.
You had always found him to be the biggest person you’ve been with - not that you’ve been with many guys, but you’ve been with your fair share to certainly say he’s the biggest.
“Hurry, I need you” you impatiently begged him to speed up his actions, a raise of his eyebrows told you to quiet yourself; he doesn’t like being told what to do. “Just… just please make me feel good”
“I’ll do more than make you feel good, baby” Haechan pumped himself a few times before aligning his length at your dripping entrance, your arousal dripping down onto your bedsheets. He wiggled the tip against you, coating himself with your slick for it to be easier for him to push inside you.
When you began to feel yourself get full of him, you looked down between your bodies, watching the way he sheathes all the way in you, stopping once he reaches the hilt.
Haechan stays still for a moment, getting himself to calm down as you felt amazing being wrapped around him. He never got used to the way you feel and you felt proud. “Fuck, you feel fucking amazing” he groaned into your ear, his hips drawing back before snapping against you, a quick rhythm building up with each thrust. He was chasing his high as quickly as he could, the pent up frustration of you making the wedding dress coming out.
Your eyes rolled back at how good he felt being inside you. The feeling of being so full of someone you’re fucking secretly felt like nothing before; no matter how wrong this is, will never weigh out how good it felt.
You were a mistress and that’s all you’ll ever be to him.
It had been over a week since your last encounter with Lord Haechan. You wondered where he had disappeared off to, or why he hadn’t come to see you when he had some free time, but then you remembered telling him that you couldn’t continue the relationship.
After telling him you couldn’t do it any longer, he still ended up sleeping with you and pulling you under his trance, just for him to actually acknowledge what you had said to him without even saying anything for himself.
You had completed Lady Hannah’s wedding dress a few days ago, your mind was all over the place so you weren’t entirely sure if you had designed it correctly. But nonetheless she was wearing it at her wedding later on today. Today. The wedding was today. You weren’t sure on how you felt about it; you knew from the beginning that you could never be with him, so why were you trying to split your emotions apart to see how you truly feel about him? Only God knows.
Hannah had invited you to the wedding, a special thank you for creating her dress so beautifully (which you didn’t agree on), but you politely declined her offer as you knew you would make a fool of yourself if you had attended.
You can easily invision yourself standing up to object against their marriage. All eyes would be on you. Haechan would be staring deep into your soul, wondering why on earth you would disrupt such a thing, but then you would open your mouth, claiming your affair out loud so his family would hear along with his fiancée’s family.
Maybe he was right, maybe you didn’t have any morals if you believed you would do that to someone, ruining a relationship even if it was deemed ruined from the get-go.
From this moment forward, you would stop thinking about Lord Haechan. It wasn’t healthy nor was it responsible given the circumstances; you had a life of your own to focus on, you can no longer be associated with a married man, especially if it was to please him behind his wife’s back.
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Seeing Mark come out of the studio with a solemn look on his face made you frown. This was the part of making an album you didn’t like - hearing the lyrics, hearing the music, learning new choreos was the fun part, but seeing your boyfriend get stressed over not being able to rap a certain part correctly made you upset.
“Please stop being so harsh on yourself” you watched him come take a seat next to you on the sofa outside the studio, “It’s okay for things not to go right the first time. These things take practice”
You cupped his cheeks with your hands, your thumbs gently rubbing against the apples of his cheeks. “I know… but I can’t not help think I’m doing it all wrong-“
“Hey, no. Stop that” you shook your head and wiggled his about, “You’re amazing, okay? Your fans love you and everything you put out for them. What would they think if they saw how much you beat yourself up, hm? They wouldn’t like it and neither do I” you quickly pressed a quick kiss to his lips out of instinct; the two of you not paying attention to it as Mark was down on himself.
But deep down the two of you were gidd ly that you had your first kiss. Mark loved how it was when you were comforting him - he appreciated you for that so much.
The paintbrush in your hand was stiff, you’ve never really painted before until you met Renjun. His notebook was full of drawings, sketches, paintings and pastel drawings of you - whereas the notebook he had gotten you had only been drawn in several times, and each of those times it was a shape or a stickman.
“How’s it coming along?” Renjun asked you, slightly shifting in his seat to get comfier after having sat still for 30 minutes whilst you painted him, “Are you nearly finished?”
You hummed in response, swiping the brush over the page before slamming it down on the table, “Done!” You grinned at your boyfriend, turning the notebook around and showing him the painting you made, “What do you think? Did I do okay?”
You watched his face light up, he absolutely loved what you’ve created, “I love it, baby!” He got up from his seat and walked over to you, placing the notebook down on the table before grabbing either side of your head to kiss you. The kiss was warm, kind and soft, just like everything you had expected it to be.
He hasn’t left his gaming chair for over three hours now. You wanted him to take a break, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked as if he could eat something. Gaming was an easy pass time for your boyfriend, but you had come over to hang out with him and not watch him play games with his friends.
You walked into his room with a plate full of food, a selection of foods that he loved eating on his time off. Normally he would have this once every two weeks, but you thought he deserved to eat it more, he was too harsh on himself.
“Here, I want you to eat this. You need a break” you placed the plate down next to his keyboard and within a second, Jeno rose from his seat to press a kiss on your lips.
You were taken aback by that as it was the first time the two of you have kissed. But you smiled nonetheless, having it from him receiving affection and him thanking you in a sweet manner. “I’ll make sure to eat it all, go have a nap, I promise I won’t be on for much longer”
Laser tag was all fun and games until someone gets hurt. It wasn’t entirely his fault for charging at you - he thought you were an opponent and decided to make a run for you. In all honesty, you did look like a small child considering the way you were hiding behind a tall piece of the game. Once he realised that it was you he had charged at, he spilled out apologies as if his life depended on it.
“I’m so, so, sorry baby” Haechan rubbed your shoulder, soothing the sudden pain you had felt from him, “I didn’t think it was you, please forgive me”
You grabbed the hand that was rubbing your shoulder and you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, “It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me that badly” you smiled up at him, your eyes staring into each other’s. Haechan truly felt bad for hurting you, but he couldn’t deny how adorable you looked rejecting his apology and making it seem like you were fine.
Your eyes darted to his lips and he took immediate notice. The next thing you knew, his lips were ghosting over yours before they were pressed up against you. A few seconds passed by and you pulled away, a smile growing on your face and a concerned look on your boyfriends. “I didn’t push any boundaries, did I?” You shook your head and leaned in again, kissing him for the second time felt even better than the first.
You had begged Jaemin to bake some cupcakes with you. You had seen a video on youtube of a couple making cupcakes together and they seemed so happy and looked like they were having so much fun. You wanted to experience that with your own boyfriend.
“Back off with that spoon of flour” Jaemin dodged the spoon that was heading his way, “y/n, I won’t hesitate to use this egg!” His threat made you giggle; as if an egg was going to stop you from dumping a spoonful of flour over his head.
You quickly dived at him and poured the flour over his head. Jaemin stood still and stared at you with evil eyes - you knew he was trying to not laugh from the way the corners of his mouth turned up, “Let the games begin” next thing that you knew was happening was that an egg had just been thrown at your chest, the slimy contents running down your torso as the egg shell stuck to your clothes.
You pretended to be upset with him, which caused him to quickly wipe off the egg on your top with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, baby, I thought we were playing about-?” You grabbed an egg from behind you and slapped it on his shoulder, a cheeky grin on your lips before you reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Jaemin cocked his head to the side, “You’re so sneaky” he smirked before bringing your lips to his again, enjoying your guys’ first kiss.
The film you were currently watching was about a couple who fell in love at a young age but could only be together if they ran away from their families. It made you think about how they had to do everything in secret - including sharing their firsts together.
They had no one to confide in if things got rocky in their relationship, or if they needed help with something; they only had each other.
“What are you thinking about?” Chenle turned his attention to you, noticing how you somehow drifted off from reality thinking about the couples situation, “Hey? y/n, can you hear me?”
You looked up at your boyfriend, his arm was slung over your shoulders and your head was cosy on his chest, “I’m just thinking about the couple in the film. Real different to what we have” you smiled softly at him, your finger tracing gently along his bottom lip, “We have it easy and I love that”
Chenle smiled down at you, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm - warmth resonated inside you, “Kiss me” you shocked him, but there was no hesitation in his action. His lips were soft against your own - it felt so right and so perfect to be with him, he was so right and so perfect.
You two were currently in the dance studio - Jisung wanted to show you the new dance choreo for the upcoming comeback as he was super excited to be able to dance again.
It was quite late at night, but he was persistent on showing you the moves; plus he thought it would be cute if he taught you some of the main parts so you were able to dance along whenever you heard the song play.
You watched your boyfriend do a move and it definitely seemed very difficult to reciprocate. You knew how to dance since you had a background in ballet & gymnastics, but seeing that certain move made you question your entire existence. “You can do it. I believe in you” his words of encouragement made you attempt the move with all you got.
Taking a quick breath and attempting the move, you didn’t realise you had just done it with perfection until Jisung rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around, “I told you, you could do it!”
You were happy with how excited he seemed, you just couldn’t help yourself and lean in to press a kiss onto his lips. Jisung obviously froze up, but when he realised what was happening he softened up and kissed you back.
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• pairings: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader • genre: incubus!jaehyun, smut, fluff, slight horror • warnings: mention of alcohol, smut, wet dream, teasing, fingering, nipple play, sleep paralysis, soul taking • word count: 2.3k • summary: feeling stressed was becoming too much for you, your friends told you to take the night to relax. with alcohol in your system - and your bed - you fell asleep, a beautiful dream playing on your mind. only when you wake up you realise there was nothing beautiful about it. • author’s note: this is my first time writing anything of the horror genre. im not sure how i feel about this fic, it’ll grow on me soon lol. i hope you enjoy it! • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
College has you stressed out. Work has you stressed out. Your family has you stressed out. At this point, you think everything was stressing you out and just thinking about it had you stressed. Who said being a college student who works was fun? Oh right, no one did.
The only way you could have some downtime, was if you were to stay at home by yourself and try to relax. It was what you were told to do by your best friend, Hinjae, she always had the perfect advice for you whenever you were stuck. And so, here you were, laying down in bed with a bottle of wine tucked under your arm with the TV playing some rom-com film.
You weren’t really paying attention to the film, it was there just to be background noise. The wine had made your cheeks heat up, your ears also felt hot too. You and alcohol never really got along; the last time you were in arms reach of alcohol, had you passed out on a bench outside a Burger King.
What made that matter even worse, was how your friends had taken pictures and videos of you making out with an employee from the fast food company.
Apparently you were trying to bribe him into giving you a free burger - it didn’t work.
The bottle of wine was your companion for the night. This isn’t your usual way of trying to relax after having such a stressful day. Normally you would go out drinking with your friends, go to your parents house to rant (even if they had a part in your stress), or you’d get tipsy and pull out your vibrator. It honestly depended on what was getting to you.
“This is boring me” you spoke aloud to yourself, switching off the TV to turn off the film. The wine bottle slipped from your arm and onto your duvet, the red contents spilling out, a groan coming from you.
You just sat and stared at the spilled wine, debating whether you should strip the bedding or just go sleep in the living room tonight. You didn’t really feel like doing either, your motivation was very low. You shrugged your shoulders before deciding to go sleep in the living room - it was a much easier choice than taking off your bedding, since it would’ve needed washing and you weren’t in the mood for that.
You grabbed one of your pillows and your phone, leaving the wine where it spilt.
You walked out of your bedroom and into the living room of your apartment. The floor-length windows allowed you to look out onto the city lit with small rectangles of light - so many people living different lives.
You wondered if anyone out there was having as bad of a day as you were. They probably were, but you felt the need to think that you were the only one with bad luck. And what may that bad luck be? Your college professor gave you an assignment, which was due in five days, and he expected you to write over 5,000 words.
You sighed deeply, turning your attention to the couch as you placed your pillow by the armrest, so you would have enough space to lie down.
Sleeping on the couch often gave you some of the best sleeps you’ve ever had. There was just something about sleeping on a couch that you couldn’t explain, it was just too good to be true at times like these.
You didn’t have a blanket with you, but that didn’t really concern you as you were already wearing joggers and an oversized hoodie. You never really understood the concept of people coming home from a long day and deciding to stay in the clothes they had worn for work or school, when the choice of changing into something super comfy was right there in front of them.
Your mind kept trailing off thinking about the most randomness of things, that you were concerned you weren’t going to get a blink of shut eye. You needed to sleep so you weren’t cranky when you wake up - plus, getting a good amount of hours would tremendously help with your stress situation. Not getting enough sleep made you more stressed.
You should be crowned ‘Queen y/n, The Stress Royal’.
You laid yourself down upon the couch, one arm going underneath the pillow whilst the other draped over your stomach. You were semi-comfortable. At least you weren’t sleeping in a wine drenched bed. Nothing worse than that.
The moon was shining in through the large windows, creating a gentle cast over your living room, just enough brightness for you to make out the silhouettes of the furniture that surrounds you.
Your thoughts began to calm down, your brain signaling you that you were extremely exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut, they felt too heavy to keep open so you gave in to your tiredness. Soon enough you had found yourself falling into a deep slumber, your body finally at its resting place.
The sun was beginning to set, the fluffy clouds in the sky illuminating a pretty orange and pink colour. You had found yourself staring at the sunset, that you didn’t realise the man sitting next to you was staring at you; staring at something he found just so beautiful.
“Do you find the sunset beautiful as much as I find you beautiful?” The man spoke, pulling you from your reverie.
You turned your head to look at him. You agreed that the sunset was beautiful, but now that you had laid your eyes upon him, you most certainly thought he was much better to look at than the sunset. “You find me beautiful?” You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, no one had called you beautiful before, only more on the ‘pretty-enough-to-get-fucked’ compliments.
The man nodded his head, his hand coming to cup your cheek, “I find you mesmerising. You’re just so perfect to me” his voice was soothing, you hadn’t heard any voice so smooth until he opened his mouth.
He was a complete stranger to you. You had no clue as to who he was or where he had come from, but what you do know is that you felt safe with him. There was something about his aura that made you feel safe and comfortable - completely ignoring the fact you don’t even know his name.
You placed your hand over his that was still cupping your cheek, your fingers sliding between his smoothly. With your fingers interlocked, you slowly pulled his hand to your mouth; your lips pouting against his palm leaving open mouthed kisses.
The man watched you with hooded eyes, his mood changing within a split second.
The aura around you two had shifted from sweet and romantic to tension and neediness. You couldn’t blame yourself for wanting to touch him so badly. The man looked effortlessly gorgeous and you wanted to please him so badly. You stopped pressing kisses to his palm, his hand sliding down to your neck, grasping it lightly and pulling you close to his face.
Your lips were mere centimetres apart, both of your breaths fanning over each other’s faces. “How have you got me feeling this way?” You whispered against his lips, using everything in your willpower to not melt right then and there, “Who are you?”
“I’m everything you need and more, darling y/n” the man knew your name and before you could question him, he pressed his lips upon yours. His lips felt so, so soft, you’ve never felt anything like it. The hand around your neck tightened when you brought your hand to rest against his thigh, so close to where he needed to be touched most by you.
His words were believable. You had no reason to question him - and that’s why you had found yourself shifting onto his lap, your legs straddling him.
“I believe you” you mumbled through the kisses.
Your lips were in sync with one another, almost as if you both had been made for each other and this was they way to prove it. It felt so right to be here with him, the sun setting behind you, his hand slightly choking you whilst his free hand trailed up your thigh and teased your clothed core.
You could feel two of his fingers trace your entrance through your underwear, a wet patch forming on the fabric from your arousal. “So wet, so soon?” The man seemed impressed, but from the tone of his voice you could tell he was mocking you from being turned on so easily. “Let me feel you”
You nodded your head, your hand coming to wrap around his wrist to pull away from your neck. You moved his hand to cup your breast whilst his hand between your legs continued teasing you.
You pushed your hips down onto his fingers, wanting more friction from him. The man took notice of your action and tutted at you, “You’re an eager little pup, aren’t you? Does someone want more?” You nodded your head again, a pout on your lips. “Since you’re being so sweet, I guess I could give you more”
You thanked your lucky stars. His fingers shifted your panties to the side, his fingers gliding smoothly over your slit - your arousal immediately coating his fingertips, the slick substance causing him to groan.
You gasped when he inserted his fingers into your tight hole, his digits curling against the perfect spot inside you. “Feels so good” you tilted your head back at the combined feeling of having your core pleased along with your chest being touched, “Do that again” you begged for him to continue attacking your g-spot, you’ve never felt anything like it.
He pulled down the neckline of your top, freeing your breasts to have full range at them. His mouth attaching itself onto one of your hardened nipples, the sensitivity bringing you closer to your orgasm.
The man groans against your chest, the vibrations going straight down your spine to your core. “Oh god, I’m close. So close” you ground your hips down on his fingers, they felt so deep inside you that you swore you were seeing stars. His tongue was flicking against your nipple as he brought his thumb to rub against your in the mix.
The overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins hit you like a truck. Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm flowed through you, “Holy fuck” you whimpered out, your head falling slack on the mans shoulder.
“Oh darling, you did well for me. So well” he pulled himself away from your chest, his fingers pulling out of your clenching core; a hiss leaving your lips from the sensitivity.
After resting for a few moments, you raised your head to look at him, your eyes searching his to try and see what he was thinking. “I still have no idea as to who you are. What’s your name?”
“Jaehyun” the man finally gave his name and you felt strange upon hearing it. It wasn’t as if you had heard of that name before, but it just didn’t seem to be what you were expecting, “Is something the matter, darling?” Jaehyun asked you.
You nodded your head as you shifted off of his lap. You still felt safe around him, it’s just that now you know his name something had changed.
Your eyes shot open and your heart was racing. Your heartbeat was banging so loud that you could feel and hear it in your ears, something bad was happening and you had no clue what was going on.
It was still dark in your living room, the moon having shifted positions in the sky so you couldn’t make out much as you could before. You felt so uncomfortable and uneasy, a complete opposite to what you were dreaming of.
“Is something the matter, darling?”
A voice. A voice that you recognised. Why was there a voice? Why was there a voice that you recognised?
You tried sitting up to get a better look around the room, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t move. It almost felt as if you were being weighed down by a ton of bricks, you felt paralysed. “Answer me, darling y/n”
Your breath quickened and your chest tightened, you couldn’t see who was speaking to you but the voice was super recognisable. “W-who are you?” Your voice was strained, you were beginning to panic, you didn’t like the situation you were in.
“You know me” the male voice came closer to you and you saw a dark figure emerging from behind the couch to stand in front of you, “Does the name Jaehyun ring a bell to you? Hm?” He had wings; they seemed damaged and rugged, what on earth was he?
You wanted to close your eyes and not look at him, but he was too intriguing for you to do so. “My dream…” you were trying to piece two and two together, but nothing seemed to work, “You were in my dream. You didn’t have wings though?” You tried to steady your breathing, just anything to make this all make sense.
The creature-human-thing stepped closer to you, kneeling once he reached you, “You’re my prey, darling. Dreams are an easy way to catch people” his eyes were a deep red, glowing in the dark like some devilish night light, “And my prey deemed me so good”
The tightening of your chest began again; you still couldn’t feel your body and your mind was numb.
“Now, darling, let me feed and you’ll be the best little prey of all time” Jaehyun smirked, his face leaning in closer to you. His breath was cold on your neck, goosebumps ran all over your limbs as you could feel the smirk play on your sensitive neck.
You didn’t know what you were expecting, but this was not it. You were feeling lifeless the longer he stayed by your side. The heat drained from your face and a loud ringing sounded in your ears - a moment later and the demon stood and stared down at you.
“Still so pretty, even with no soul”
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• pairings: lee jeno x fem!reader • genre: bridgerton au, angst, smut, fluff, boxer!jeno, husband!jeno • warnings: flashbacks, pregnancy, boxing injuries, smut, kissing, oral (fem! receiving), dirty talk, public sex, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex (keep safe!), multiple orgasms, creampie • word count: 5.6k • summary: some would say that your love should be forbidden, that some being your own father. you love jeno too much to even think about anything else. so the easiest and only option was to run away and stay with him - years later you’re pregnant with his baby, your family has no clue until you bump into your old maid. • author’s note: this fic was fun to write! i also haven’t used flashbacks before, so that was pretty exciting lol - i get excited over simple things if you couldn’t tell already. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist: @catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
It was the beginning of Spring. A beautiful time of the year where daffodils, buttercups and tulips brighten up the landscape of your home. Butterflies and song birds flying in unison in the bright, blue sky - a true wonder of nature.
But Spring also comes along with things you wish didn’t exist. The time of year where your husband would start his boxing training all over again. The time where he would come home late, exhausted. The time where he would push himself beyond his limits to beat his opponents in the ring. The time where you dread any of his matches in fear he would be beaten to a pulp, hurting himself to the point he’ll have to retire.
You loved your husband and you supported him through thick and thin. But when it came down to the Social Season starting up again, you knew that boxing matches would be his main priority.
You couldn’t blame him. After all, the winnings and bets he made from the boxing matches during the Social Season would help you guys survive during the Winter. You see, you were born into a rich and wealthy family, but when you met Jeno, you dropped everything for him. You wanted to be with him and nothing was going to stop that - even if your Father was being completely irrational with his opinions.
3 years ago - 1813
“You have to listen to me, y/n. I am your Father and you must do as I say!” Your Father thought he was being helpful and caring, but in reality all he was doing was pushing away his only daughter. His only daughter who looked up to him, who cherished him, who would look after him whenever he’d fall ill.
You didn’t expect to be sitting in his study late at night, being shouted at for loving someone your Father merely knew.
Your Father hasn’t even tried to see him from your perspective. The man you had fallen for was everything you needed and more. He was passionate about what he does for a living, he cared and looked out for his friends and family, he was incredibly humble and never forgot where he came from. His home, where his Mother, Father and his older sister live, is a place he visits often - he cherishes the moments he can see his family when he’s not busy.
“Father, please, enough” you turned around in the soft, leather chair placed in front of his deep, mahogany desk, watching him pace back and forth in front of a large bookshelf, “Don’t you want me to be happy?”
Your Father sighed, “Of course I want you to be happy. But y/n, marrying a boxer who has nothing to his name is beyond you. We’ll be seen as low-lives!” How dare he say that about your boyfriend? Does he not realize how happy you are with him? He surely cannot expect you to marry some stuck up, rich boy with no manners.
“Stop, Father!” You rose from the leather chair, “Lee Jeno is the best thing to happen to me. He’s so wonderful and welcoming, I will not have you degrading the love of my life!” You have never raised your voice at your Father before, nor would you have considered doing it even if it depended on saving someone’s worth. You were so upset with him, “I understand that you want the best for me, for me to be happy and successful in the future. But the way you’re going about everything is making me want nothing to do with you”
You heard him sigh, something you’ve gotten used to over the past years of disappointing him, “Go to your room. We’ll speak more about this tomorrow” that’s it? That’s all he has to say?
You stomped your foot on the wooden flooring like a toddler having a temper tantrum. You slammed his study door shut, a loud bang emitting from the door frame you were almost certain it would have come off its hinges if you slammed it any harder.
You wanted to unpick your Father’s brain for his thoughts. It made zero sense to you as to why he had no intention of giving Jeno the light of day. Your Mother on the other hand, seemed to adore your boyfriend - he barely said a word to her before she was laughing and smiling and claiming how much of a gentleman he was. You appreciated your Mother for being so accepting, she wasn’t phased one bit about his occupation. She thought it was ‘rather manly’.
As you walked down the long corridor of the mansion, which you absolutely despised; you never understood why your Father had to buy such an in-your-face mansion.
You were thankful for having money in your life to get you through your troubles and to buy things that appealed to you, but half of the time you just wanted to be cooped up in a small cabin, watching the trees sway side to side in the Summer breeze. You didn’t want to be bothered with all the responsibilities being of high status came with. You wanted to live peacefully, enjoying all the little things just that extra bit more.
And Jeno made you feel like you were one step closer to living that life.
Your thoughts had you too occupied that you didn’t realize you were about to walk head first into your bedroom door. You shook your head once you had collected yourself, twisting the handle and entering your room, you glanced around and sighed. Everything in your room reminded you of what you’ve never had. You had to do something to let your Father know you want to spend the rest of your life with Jeno.
You pulled out your diary from underneath your mattress, untying the little leather ribbon to flick to the next blank page. After sitting yourself down at your dressing table, you grabbed the pen which was just lazily lying there; you began writing the date and time of your diary entry.
‘Saturday 3rd April 1813. 22:52PM
Diary, it seems as if my Father doesn’t approve of my partner. He cannot tolerate the fact he’s a boxer. There is nothing wrong with his job, in fact, my Fathers job is worse than his.
Imagine a middle aged man who wrongfully sets people of lower class up for failure, a man who sues others just for even saying an opinion on his factory business, a man who doesn’t want his daughter to be happy even if he says he does. And then imagine a strong, independent young man who can handle himself and whatever comes his way, a strong, independent young man who doesn’t care what others have to say about him, a strong, independent young man who loves me for who I am and doesn’t demand for me to marry someone I have no caring for.
I’m in love with a man named Lee Jeno. There is no doubt about my feelings, but with the way my Father is behaving and speaking to me, it’s making me question if my feelings are true or just me trying to live my fantasy of having a small life.
But whenever I think about him, my heart flutters and my cheeks get hot. The way I act around him shows me that it’s not a fantasy of mine, my feelings are true and I wish to tell him that I love him with my whole heart. But from the conversation - well, argument - I had earlier with my Father, it seems as if he’s going to demand I stop seeing him or he’ll have to step in. That’s how my Father is and that’s how he works. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.
I believe it’s time I get some sleep. I have an important day ahead of me tomorrow, so I will need all the beauty rest I can get. Goodbye Diary.’
Present day - 1816
You were walking through town, on your way to meet Jeno at his boxing training place. He had a boxing match in a few days - the first of many - and you wanted to see how he was getting on. It was a simple way of him knowing that you still supported him, even though he knew you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of this time of year for him.
“Oh gosh! Look at you, Miss y/n! You’re glowing” A familiar voice called out to you, startling you as they walked over. It was your maid from when you lived back with your family, she must have thought that you were a horrible person from the way you left things with your family, with her. You had thought of her as your closest friend; you two were always together, especially when you were constantly arguing with your Father over who you were going to marry.
You placed your hand over your heart at the sudden fright, “Oh, Claire! Why thank you, I haven’t been feeling the best lately, so you’ve just made my day” you accepted her compliment, wanting her to know that you still thought of her as a friend. “How have you been? Is… everyone doing okay?” they were still your family and you still cared for them. No matter how badly things had ended, it wasn’t going to stop you from caring and wanting to know if they were okay.
“Yes, everyone is doing okay. Things have gotten significantly easier ever since your, um, scene a few years back” Claire answered as she readjusted the basket of freshly baked bread and pastries.
She was being snide. She obviously hasn’t forgiven you from what you did. “Ah” you pursed your lips into a straight line and looked over her shoulder, discretely showing that you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave, “Well, I’ve got somewhere to be. Nice seeing you”
“Of course. Nice seeing you too, and your little one!” Claire darted her gaze towards your round belly. You were six months pregnant and hadn’t told anyone in your family - not even your Mother who had kept contact with you when you left. “Bye bye, now!” you watched Claire walk away, her long, black hair swaying side to side.
You rubbed your belly, sighing deeply at the thought of her speaking of what she saw of you to your family. It wouldn’t surprise you if you ended up with a stack of letters waiting for you once you reached back to your cottage.
You shook off the odd feeling and began with your walk to the training building, you didn’t want to keep your husband waiting any longer than he should be, or he’d begin to worry that something bad had happened to you.
3 years ago - 1813
Maybe doing this wasn’t exactly helping your current situation, but you had to see him and you couldn’t wait any longer. Time was running out before you had someone arranging a meeting with another family to congress over the son that both parents wanted you to wed. You had to leave for the night - one night was all you needed to figure everything out.
You waited until all your family members were asleep, the maids and butlers also, before you slipped on your silk robe over your nightgown to hurriedly sneak down the staircase.
The large Grandfather Clock absentmindedly placed by the large, double front door was close to chiming its midnight song. It always woke you up, so you were sure if you stayed inside the mansion any longer, you’d be caught. Just one twist of the door handle and you were outside - the cold breeze of the late night hitting you in the face, you should have thought this part out more thoroughly.
You braved the cold and ran through the streets until you entered what others called ‘the bad part of our city’.
You couldn’t disagree or agree with whoever came up with that title. Because in fact, there were a lot of bad things that occurred here, but then again, there were so many kind, humble people and all the small family run businesses. Jeno would always take you to this little bakery down from his cottage, the owners were so sweet and always let you leave with an extra sugar biscuit.
You could see the moon shining down on the chimney standing from his cottage’s roof, small puffs of smoke floating in the air - the fire was still burning, he was still awake.
You rushed over to his front door, banging your fist a little too hard for your liking.
The door swung open and revealed a beaten up Jeno. “Oh my! Jeno!” You reached forward, your hand prodding at the dark, purple bruise framing his left eye, “How did this happen to you? You said you were being careful when you’re training…” you hated seeing him all bruised and beaten. It made you remember how your Father was right; his occupation is too dangerous for a girl like you.
Jeno flinched when you touched his eye, “Sorry” you mumbled under your breath, not realizing that it would hurt him until his reaction, “Can I come in? We need to talk”
Jeno stepped to the side, allowing space for you to enter his cottage. You loved how homey it was. The crackling of the wood in the fire, a pot of chicken soup and fresh baked bread placed on the small table in the corner of the room, a small bed shoved in the opposite corner, the quilt you made him folded neatly at the bottom. It felt like you belonged here.
“What’s going on? Why are you here so late, sweetie?” Jeno had a concerned frown on his beautiful features, he watched you look around his cottage, it felt so natural to see you here.
You perched yourself down on the edge of his bed, your fingers finding the hem of the quilt, “It’s my Father” he knew what you meant by that, “He’s still not accepting the fact I’m with you, it’s becoming too much to not do anything anymore. I love you and he just won’t understand that!” you were so passionate about your relationship with Jeno, he knew you were in love with him, but there wasn’t much he could do to help. He had to watch you go through this by yourself.
He sat down beside you, placing his hand on your covered thigh, squeezing gently to console you, “You know I wish I could do something to help, but if I tried to get involved it will end up worse. I love you too, but don’t you think this is getting out of hand? I can’t keep allowing your Father to belittle you”
“What do you mean? What are you saying?” you had a gut feeling with what he was trying to say, but he wasn’t being too clear.
“Sweetie… I think it’s best if we take a break” your breath hitched in your throat and you gripped his hand on your leg, “y/n…”
“No!” you stood from the bed, shoving his hand away from you in the process. “I will not let my Father do this to us! We love each other and that’s all that matters, right? Why would you even suggest such a thing, Jeno?”
Present day - 1816
The barn-looking doors of the training building looked as if they would fall apart at any given push. You opened them slowly in caution of them falling and to your luck, they stayed solid.
As you entered the training place, you could smell the sweat from the offset. You scrunched your nose up at the stench, “Jeno?” you called out for your husband, your voice echoing around the large place.
“What a nice surprise!” Hinjae, Jeno’s boxing trainers’ wife, rushed over to you, her hands immediately cupping your face before she placed a friendly kiss onto your forehead. “I haven’t seen you since you told us you were with child! Your belly has grown so much, you look so beautiful!” you turned your head to the side to hide your blush. Ever since you had moved in with Jeno and started your new life in this part of the city, Hinjae had taken you under her wing, she was like a second mother to you.
“I’m sorry for not visiting you more often, I’ve just been a little busy” you apologized.
“Don’t be sorry, y/n. Looking at your sexy husband makes up for it!” you loved her sense of humour, it always brought a smile up on your face no matter what mood you were in. “Be quiet though, I wouldn’t want my husband hearing me. He’ll end up making Jeno train harder than he already is”
You frowned at what she said. Mr Choi was training him hard? Jeno had promised you not to overdo his training this year - given that he had passed out during a training session last year. That wasn’t his finest hour and you were hot on his heels when you found out.
“Speaking of the two of them, where are they? I came to see Jeno for a surprise” you smiled at Hinjae, letting go of her hands as she pointed in the direction of the last boxing ring at the end of the main training area, “Thank you” you began walking towards the last ring, your hand coming to your stomach as you felt the baby begin to kick. You weren’t entirely sure on what you were having, but Jeno had his heart set on having a little boy, so you prayed each night on your lucky stars that you were having a boy.
“y/n! Good afternoon!” Mr Choi waved at you from the ring, Jeno turning his head towards you and immediately jumping out to swallow you in a hug.
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, “You seem happy to see me… hang on, what’s with your face?” You stared at his busted lip and cut cheekbone, his eyes bloodshot from all the punches that had been thrown his way. “Jeno? You’ve been training too hard again, haven’t you?”
Jeno closed his eyes and stepped away from you, his hands rubbing on the sides of your baby bump, “I’m fine. I promise I’m not over doing it this time, I promise you”
“It’s very evident that you’re not” you sighed and placed your hands atop of his, locking your fingers together, “Can we talk in private? Is the resting room empty?” You looked over his shoulder at the room you were referring to. You wanted to speak to him about his health and the fact you had a bump-in with your old maid and that she knew you were pregnant.
Jeno nodded, holding your hand as he led you towards the resting room. He closed the door behind him, watching you lean against the large wooden table obnoxiously placed in the middle of the room. “What’s wrong?”
You folded your arms over your chest, watching Jeno move to stand in front of you, his eyes darting to your stomach every now and then as if he was expecting it to fall off or deflate. “On my way here, I bumped into Claire.” You noticed how his eyes squinted at the name of your old maid; she was never friendly with him, even though she wanted to help with your relationship, “She now knows I’m having your baby and I’m almost certain she will tell my parents and siblings”
Jeno ran a hand through his hair, his face scrunching up as his hair brushed over the open wounds on his knuckles.
“I also wanted to pre-warn you that we might end up with a bunch of letters from both my parents, or worse, them visiting” you looked down at your feet, avoiding eye contact with your husband. You had a feeling that he would have an issue with this, and you were right.
You felt his hand come under your chin, lifting your head up to make eye contact with you, “y/n, sweetie, this is what we were trying to avoid ever since you ran from home. What was Claire even doing in this part of the city? Does she have family here or something?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, Jeno. But I don’t feel too good about our encounter”
You felt his fingers move from your chin to the back of your neck, “It’s not good for you to be worrying, you’re six months pregnant. You should be relaxing and enjoy this part of your life” you looked him in the eyes, yours were shining with adoration for him, “Why don’t you let me help you relax?”
You had an inkling as to what he was referring to, but why did he suggest such a thing when the two of you were in a public space?
“Jeno…” you whispered, grabbing his wrist as you felt his other hand move to your waist, his fingers gently digging into your skin through your dress. “There’s people just outside the room, we can’t” you knew he wouldn’t back down from pleasing you - even if there were people in ear shot distance.
“Today hasn’t been a good day for you, all I want to do is help you relax and make you feel good” his hand moved from your waist to the curve of your ass, a harsh squeeze causing you to gasp out. “It may not be the idealistic location for this, but seeing you look so pretty and pregnant gets to me”
You rolled your eyes, your other hand coming up to press against his buff chest, “You better make this quick okay? I cannot have anyone catching us, I won’t allow it”
And within a swift motion, Jeno leans in towards you and presses his lips against yours. His lips felt slightly chapped and you could taste the metallic taste of his busted lip, not your favourite flavour but it certainly enhances all your hormones. You slid the hand from his chest to the back of his neck, pulling at the short hairs, a grunt falling from his lips onto yours.
The hand that was on your ass, was now on the back of your thigh, hiking it up to wrap around his waist. His hips voluntarily grinding forward against your clothed core.
You whimpered against his lips, “Do something, please” you begged for some friction, his growing member which was confined in his boxing shorts wasn’t doing much for you. It felt good to have him grinding on you, but you needed more. Needed to feel more.
Jeno chuckled against your lips, dragging himself away from you so he could easily lift you up and place you on the table. You squealed when he picked you up, not expecting him to do that, “Careful!” you gripped the edge of the table, scared that you might fall off, but Jeno had a tight grip on your thighs. Using his grip to his advantage, he pried open your legs, the white panties you were wearing showing a wet patch from your arousal. “Stop looking at me like that!”
You turned your head to the side, you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment with the way your husband was staring between your legs. It was as if he had never seen you aroused before, you found it adorable yet embarrassing on your behalf.
Jeno moved his face closer to your core, his hands sliding further up your thighs to push up your gown, the bottom of your swollen belly on show. His fingers traced the hem of your panties, tugging them down your spread legs in a swift motion, his eyes staying glued to your most precious parts.
“You’re so beautiful” his words were so soft and innocent, that no one would think he was talking about your pussy. Jeno licked his lips just before he dipped his head down to lick a long stripe up your slit, your breath getting caught in your throat from the sensation. “And you taste so, so good, too” his voice sounded like a growl, your pussy releasing more arousal from his words.
His tongue harshly licked at your clit as his fingers gently glided against the bare skin of your thighs, a deep contrast to each other. Your breathing was ragged, your pregnancy hormones have enhanced how much you felt whenever Jeno and you got intimate - to say the least, he loved how easy it was to get you to cum, and so did you.
“Oh my god!” you dropped your head forward, the way his tongue shifted from your clit to dart in and out of your dripping entrance had your toes curling, “Right there, fuck. Don’t stop” you moaned out when you felt his thumb come in contact with your clit, rubbing it to pull an orgasm out of you.
“You gonna cum so quick, huh, sweetie?” you could feel his smirk against your core, “I’ll make you feel good”
You could feel the familiar tightness of the coil building up in your lower abdomen, you were so close to cumming and with the way Jeno was rubbing his thumb against you, you knew it would be in a matter of seconds.
“There we go, sweetie. Let it all out" Jeno coaxed your orgasm out of you, the vibrations of his voice running through to your clit, pushing you over the edge. Your fingers digging into the wooden table, the legs slightly creaking from your body trying to move away from his mouth; not wanting to be overstimulated. “Nuh uh, don’t move away from me” his hands gripped your thighs again, keeping you still as he stood up and stared down at your blown out eyes.
You shook your head, “Too sensitive”
Jeno cooed at you, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands, his thumbs softly running along the apples of your cheeks, “You can take another, sweetie. I know you can”
Jeno quickly shoved his boxer shorts down to his ankles, his briefs following milliseconds after. You stared between your legs, even though you had a big baby bump, you were still able to see the head of his cock. The tip turning a deep shade of pink, beads of precum dribbling down the underside, your hand instinctively reaching out to grasp it.
Jeno chuckled at you, grabbing your wrist and pinning it behind your back, “Keep your hands to yourself. You wanted this to be quick, so it’ll be quick” his hand left your wrist to go back to his length, his fingers wrapping around the base giving it a squeeze. The action causing his tip to leak more precum, “Ready?” He aligned himself with your entrance, your juices coating him almost immediately.
You nodded your head, holding back a moan as he slowly pushed himself into you, his hands grabbing your thighs to keep them open. You were so sensitive, the pleasure mixed with the pain made your head all fuzzy - but it felt too good to stop, you felt as if you were going to cum right then from how good he was stretching you out.
Jeno had his eyes closed once he was fully inside you, trying to calm himself down from how good you wrapped around him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“You can move” you urged him to start moving, rutting your hips forward against him, which earned you a slap on your thigh. You hissed at the stinging, but that was soon gone as Jeno began pulling out of you to thrust back in; his abs coming in contact with your swollen belly each thrust he took.
He had no idea what it was that got him so aroused. You were pregnant with his child and it made him feel things. But seeing you full of his child boosted his ego, he did this to you and you were thankful for it. Just thinking about fucking you while pregnant got him hard, and now he’s doing it just makes him even harder than before.
“Fuck! Your walls are sucking me right in” Jeno groaned at your fluttering walls, you could feel yourself clenching around him with each thrust.
You knew it was a matter of time before he reached his high, so you wanted to get yourself to the edge to release with him. You slide your hand down to your clit, rubbing your fingers fervently against the sensitive bud, your back arching into Jeno as you felt your orgasm creep up on you.
“G-gonna cum, Jen! Baby, I’m gonna cum” your words stuttered out as Jeno pounded into you faster, wanting you to cum all over his dick.
He shoved your hand out of the way so he was the one toying with your clit, “Cum for me, sweetie, cum all over my cock” Jeno groaned as your clenched around him one last time before your head was rolling back, a string of curse words spilling from your lips. Your nerve endings felt ablaze, your ears ringing with white noise, your second orgasm made you feel like jelly.
“So good” you whimpered, your legs falling from his waist once you came down from your high.
Jeno was still sliding in and out of you, his hips stuttering as he felt his balls contract. “Fucking hell” his voice dropped an octave as he spilled his seed into you, his fingernails digging small crescent moons into the side of your thighs. “You took me so well, y/n. I love you”
“I love you, too” you shyly smiled, starting to get self conscious about how loud the two of you were with others being around you. “Did anyone hear us?” You closed your legs after Jeno pulled up your panties, “I don’t want to be known as the village whore who gets pregnant and still has sex”
Jeno shook his head with a laugh, “I can assure you that no one will be thinking that. And no, I don’t think anyone heard us” he looked at the closed door, confirming his statement.
4 months later - 1816
The Social Season has come to an end. Engagement parties and weddings have already been planned and are being held out across the whole city. You were thankful that you no longer were in that life. And you were also thankful that Jeno had stopped with all his boxing matches, you were beginning to feel sick from each time he received a punch.
“Can you answer the door, please? I’m a little busy” you called out to Jeno, he was in the bathroom and someone was knocking on the door rather loudly.
You were struggling to put your 3 week old baby to sleep, and the knocking on the door wasn’t helping you. Jeno hadn’t budged from the bathroom and your baby still wasn’t sleeping and the knocking was only getting louder. “Jeno!”
“I’m on it, I’m on it!” Jeno came crashing out of the bathroom and rushed to the front door of the cottage, “Hello…”
You looked over your shoulder at the door, your heart dropping to your stomach at who you were seeing. Your Father and Mother were standing in the doorway, watching you cuddle your newborn. “You had the baby!” Your Mother squealed, pushing past your husband to rush over to you, “Oh how beautiful! I’m so happy for you, my darling y/n”
You blinked. And breathed. You couldn’t process what was happening. Your Mother was being kind to you, even though you had kept your pregnancy from her.
“This is where you live?” You heard your Father speak, his body appearing next to your Mother’s in front of you, “And this is your child?” He didn’t sound pleased and all you could wish for right now, was that the ground would swallow you up, “Do you have anything to say for yourself, girl? Three years have passed without a word from you, and now, now you have a baby with the person I told you not to fall in love with”
You stepped backwards away from him, you weren’t feeling comfortable with his close proximity to your baby.
“Sir, if you could calm down” Jeno tried to reason with him, he could see how nervous you were feeling.
“I don’t want to hear a word from you, boy! This has nothing to do with you” your Father reached forward and grabbed your upper arm, not caring that you were holding a baby, “We’re taking you back home. Claire will come by later to gather your belongings”
You couldn’t believe what he was doing. Did he really expect you to drop your new life and husband to go back home to live a life of misery, “I am not going back with you, Father! I live here, I have a husband, I have a life and I have a child. You cannot come into my home demanding things that suit to your wishes” you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “I want you both to leave. Now”
“y/n…” your Mother was hurt, but you needed to do what was best for you.
You stood your ground. You weren’t going to back down now, not when you were so close to being free from your past misery.
Jeno was still standing at the front door, holding it open for your parents. You watched them walk out the door and you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders. “Are you okay?” You nodded your head, taking a seat down on the edge of the bed, softly swinging your baby side to side, “I’m sorry, sweetie. He had no right to say any of that to you”
“Don’t apologise for something you cannot control, Jen. It isn’t your fault” you rested your head on his shoulder after he took a seat down beside you, “I love you”
“I love you, too, y/n. And you, little one”
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• pairings: lee taeyong x fem!reader • genre: angst, smut, husband!taeyong • warnings: sadness, adultery/cheating, failing marriage, alcohol, smut, kissing, nipple play, fingering, confrontation • word count: 2.7k • summary: you found out your high school sweetheart turned husband was having an affair. you wondered what you did to deserve this, but then you realised that you didn’t do anything wrong. it was all him. it was his decision to break you and ruin your marriage. • author’s note: here’s yet another playlist fic for you all! make sure you check out the other writers involved too (you can find their fics at the bottom of my masterlist!) • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist: @catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You and me we made a vow
For better or for worse
You don’t think it could get any more depressing than it is now. Sitting in your wedding dress with a half empty bottle of wine whilst you watched over your wedding video, wasn’t exactly what you would call happily ever after. You wanted to know why this was even happening in the first place.
All you knew was that it started when Taeyong had received his promotion at work. The late nights began, the secrets he kept from you were weighing him down, your sex life was going down the drain, your trust and happiness was slowly disappearing. The list could go on with what went wrong, but only recently had you found out the reasoning behind all this. Your husband was cheating on you.
Your wedding video just made your current situation more the realer. How could he do this to you? The two of you were college sweethearts. No one could separate you and no one would have suspected that during your relationship with one another, would there be someone being unfaithful. Especially Taeyong.
Everyone around you could tell that he was head over heels in love with you. And it showed with anything that he did. His phone case was a collage of photos he had taken of you, there was a photo frame of you and him on his nightstand, bouquets of flowers would be sent to your house, you would wake up to good morning text messages and would also be left with good night text messages. But it all soon stopped and you realized that you had taken it all for granted.
You just wished your life never got to this point. You were too sad to do anything, even your co-workers were starting to get worried for your mental health.
And the wedding video wasn’t helping you in any way, shape or form and nor was being sad in your wedding dress. You had no idea what came over you to put it back on. Maybe you were trying to see if it would give you the answers you were looking for, but it was a stupid dress that no longer has any meaning to it.
The video cut to the part where you were speaking your vows and your heart dropped at the scene.
‘You gazed up at Taeyong and saw how his eyes were full of twinkles. You could see how much he adored you, your heart bloomed at the fact you were lucky to have a man like him forever in your life. Your palms had gotten clamming from your nerves running wild, now was the time to share your vows with one another.
“The first day I met you, my stomach was full of butterflies. You made me so nervous and flustered and I had no clue as to why. But now I do. I realize it’s because that was the day I had met my soulmate, my love, my life, my very own sidekick.” You began tearing up at his words, your love for him growing even more, “I swear upon my life and my lucky stars that I will love you for eternity. I will never leave your side, through thick and thin I will be there for you. When I’m having a bad day, I will make sure your day is the best you’ve had. I love you and I’m forever in debt to you”
The tears were free flowing down your cheeks now. You knew that he was good with his words, but hearing that now just proved you were right.
You took a quick glance at the wedding guests, they were also teary eyed from his vows. You were so lucky to have landed such a wonderful human being. Never will you two break away from each other, you two were made to be.’
You felt heartless. You knew you were sad, depressed almost, but the fact that his vows hadn’t made you cry got you feeling as if you had no emotions left to give.
You switched off the TV, not wanting to dwell on something that can never be fixed. You stood from the couch and trudged into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of vodka to replace the wine, you twisted the cap and took a gulp of the strong spirit. “Ugh” you grimaced at the burn on your throat.
“y/n? Why are you still up?” Taeyong’s voice sounded from behind you. He had sneakily walked back into the house thinking you were asleep, “And why are you wearing your wedding dress?”
You turned around to face him, the bottle of vodka still in your hands. His eyes darted to the bottle and then back to your face - his shoulders drooped at the sight before him. Some part of him tried to convince himself that you were just going through a rough patch with work, and had your own weird way of coping, but he knew that he was the reason behind your breakdown.
I can’t believe you let me down
But the proof is in the way it hurts
“Sorry” you mumbled under your breath, closing the cap on the bottle and putting it back in the alcohol cupboard. “I didn’t know what time you were coming back, I thought I had enough time to get changed” you fiddled with the lace hem of your neckline.
The way your husband was looking at you made you feel stupid. The two of you were in love, now it seemed as if you guys were strangers just living in the same home.
“Don’t apologise, honey” he stepped forward towards you, placing a hand on your waist, “I remember seeing you walk down the aisle. You looked so beautiful, I felt like the luckiest man on the planet. I still do” he was sweet talking his way back into your heart, he wanted to prove that he did in fact still love you. But unfortunately, he had begun falling for another woman.
The warmth of his hand on your waist reminded you of all the times he’s touched you. But his hands now felt foreign; he’s been touching another woman the way he touched you.
Your heart ached at the thought of him pleasing someone other than you. Your heart began beating faster, your palms beginning to get clammy. Maybe if you showed him how much you were still in love with him, he would want to come back to you, want to stay with you.
You pressed your bodies flush together, closing the small gap between you both. Taeyong tilted his head to the side, confused at what you were trying to do. “I’ve missed you so much recently, you’re hardly ever here” you whispered against his neck, planting open mouthed kisses along his skin.
Taeyong closed his eyes, embracing the feeling of your lips back on his skin. It’s been so long since you were last intimate.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, working your lips up to his jaw then to his mouth. Pressing soft pecks on the corners of his mouth, “Stop teasing” he grumbled, his hands gripping your waist to lift you up on the kitchen counter. Your legs moving on their own to wrap around his waist, you finally landed your lips in his. Your eyes closing at being able to kiss him again.
His fingers worked their way up to the neckline of your wedding dress, tracing the lace before tugging the sleeves down to free your breasts.
Your nipples were perky from your sudden arousal mixed with the cool air of the kitchen, “Mhmm, feels good” you watched Taeyong suck a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots whenever he bit down, you were sensitive and he liked to take advantage of that.
Taeyong freed your breast, a string of saliva connecting his lips with your nipple, “I gotta have you right now” you shimmied out the rest of your wedding dress, the white fabric pooling around his feet.
You spread your legs for him, his eyes shifted down from your chest to your core; you weren’t wearing any panties, almost as if you two were meant to be like this. “I forgot how good you are” Taeyong’s eyes were filled with sparkles - just like how they were on your wedding day.
His index finger trailed up your thigh and stopped just above your clit, his eyes staring into yours, watching how you’re reacting to his touch. “Hurry, please. I can’t wait” you ground your hips down onto his finger, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation, “Missed this” your hips were still grinding down on his digit as he added another finger into the mix, adding to your pleasure.
“Such a desperate baby” Taeyong smirked, gripping your hip to stop your movements so he could insert his fingers inside you.
His fingers curled up, doing the ‘come hither’ motion to find your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back and scenes of him touching another woman suddenly entered your mind. You stared at the ceiling, wondering why on earth those images were playing through your mind right now.
Your mood had been killed and the pleasure faded. Taeyong was still working his fingers in you, his head leaned in closer to your neck, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin. “Stop” your voice came out all hushed, “S-stop” you pushed him away from you, your legs closing to shield yourself from your husband.
Taeyong stepped away from you, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you get down from the kitchen counter. You scooped up your dress in your arms and run out the room up to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you before you rushed over to your wardrobe, tugging a shirt of a hanger to place over your naked body.
You had dropped your wedding dress by the bottom of your bed, “What was I thinking?” you sighed out as you stared at the white fabric, “Such a stupid idea!”
“y/n?” Taeyong called your name through the closed door, he had no idea why you ran off so suddenly; he thought he still had you under his touch, not afraid of him touching you. “What’s wrong, honey? Did I do something wrong?”
What was he expecting you to say? That everything was top notch and rainbows and fairies? Because it certainly wasn’t. “No” you answered, closing your wardrobe door with a loud bang, “Nothing is okay”
The door handle jangled and Taeyong entered the bedroom, his eyes found yours and you noticed how they no longer sparkled. “Why? I thought things were going well earlier.” He stepped closer to you and you stepped back, wanting to keep your distance incase you decided to make another stupid decision.
For months on end I’ve had my doubts
Denying every tear
“Things were going well earlier. Earlier in our marriage” you leaned your shoulder against the wardrobe, your arms crossing over your chest, “What happened just now was a huge mistake”
“A mistake? y/n, we’re married!” Taeyong raised his arms in the air, “How can sex between a married couple be a mistake? It’s what happens, sex is a big part of a relationship, it shouldn’t be something you regret”
You closed your eyes with a sigh, “It was a mistake because you’re doing the same thing with another woman” when you opened your eyes, you saw how Taeyong’s face fell, his arms limp by his sides and his heart pounded in his chest. “I know that you’re having an affair. I had no idea what came over me downstairs, but it’s never going to happen again”
“Please don’t be saying what I think you’re saying” he sounded hurt, he felt hurt. But you were hurting the most.
“I want a divorce, Tae” your words hit him like a truck - never in a million years would he think he’d be getting a divorce, especially from you. You were each other’s first love. Each other’s first kiss. Each other’s first love story. Each other’s beginning. And now, because of his adulterous behaviour, all of that was going down the drain, never to be looked at again.
“No.” You stared at the man before you, “I’m not letting you do this”
You uncrossed your arms and headed over to stand in front of him, “You cheated on me! How do you expect me to stay married to someone who goes and gets laid outside of the marriage? Taeyong, you’re delusional!”
Taeyong just watched you, his head was riddling with so many thoughts. Why did he have to do this to you? He wasn’t gaining anything from going off with someone else; was the other woman taking advantage of him or was he just being self indulgent into something he’s never experienced before? Either way, he’s ruined a perfectly healthy marriage and ruined the best person to be in his life.
“How long have you known?” Taeyong asked, scared to even know the answer since you had found out without any talk of it.
“For a few months, ever since you had your promotion” you looked up at your husband - soon to be ex husband - and you forgot how much you loved his eyes. The eyes which once looked at you with adoration and love, but now, nothing. “I so badly wanted to deny all my thoughts, but it turns out they were true”
Your eyes began watering. You tried blinking the tears away, but it was no use. Soon enough a salty tear fell down your cheek, a hand reached up to swipe it away; you would’ve thought that you would flinch, but surprisingly you didn’t.
I wish this would be over now
But I know that I still need you here
“I’m so sorry, honey” he sounded sincere, or that may have been you wishing he sounded sincere. “I let you down, I ruined our marriage and I ruined you. I wish it never happened, I really, really did”
“What does she have that I don’t?”
His silence made you wonder what he was thinking. You wondered if he was trying to think of something to say, or if he was keeping quiet to save you the hurt. “She isn’t you, y/n. She never will be, but she’s giving me a new experience in life and I don’t want to let go of it” Taeyong swiped your cheek with his thumb once more before he stepped back from you, giving you some personal space.
You nodded your head, slowly making your way over to the bed and pulling out a suitcase, “Pack what you need. I’ll send you the rest whenever I can”
“You’re kicking me out? Where do you expect me to go…?” Taeyong knew where you were sending him, he just didn’t want to believe that this was truly happening. You decided to accept defeat, grabbing the suitcase from your hands he began rummaging through drawers to collect his clothes.
You watched him pack all his essentials - your heart aching even more knowing that you’re giving him free reign with another woman. You were confused. You wanted him out of the house, out of your life, for having an affair. But you also wanted him to stay, you wanted to work this out.
“I guess I’ll be leaving then” Taeyong scratched the back of his head, “I’m sorry, honey”
“Don’t do this” you shook your head, not wanting to accept his apology, “Just leave already. I’m already conflicted as it is” you pointed to the door, gesturing for him to walk out.
Taeyong inhaled deeply, giving you one last glance at the woman he was throwing away at the price of an office whore. You watched him walk out of the bedroom, out of your life. You felt a wave of relief wash over you; but for the most part, all you could feel was sadness and grief.
Now all you had to do was figure out what you wanted in life and that was going to take some time.
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• pairings: lee donghyuck x fem!reader • genre: ex boyfriend!donghyuck, angst, smut • warnings: parties (pre-covid), alcohol, smut, hate sex, petnames, choking, orgasm, cum • word count: 3.1k • summary: jaemin, your best friend, bribes you to attend this party with him. you knew your ex would be there and you were persistent you didn’t want to go - but jaemin being jaemin ended up dragging you along with him. party games weren’t new to you, but what was about to happen after spin-the-bottle got a little too planned out? • author’s note: i wrote this a very longgg time ago, im pretty sure i wrote this for bts when i first started writing for kpop. excuse how poorly written this is, i was young when i wrote it lol. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You hated parties. Especially parties where your ex boyfriend was attending, but your best friend had insisted on you going with him as he ‘didn’t want to be lonely’. You knew that he was lying but you still felt bad. Jaemin always guilt tripped you into going places with him even when you didn’t want to.
“We can go for like an hour and if it isn’t your cup of tea, I’ll drop you off back home” Jaemin walked over to your wardrobe to flick through whatever party clothes you could wear.
“I still don’t want to go-”
“Is it because of him?” he cut off your words with a stern voice and a look on his face as if to say 'I don’t care, you’re still going’.
“Jae, this isn’t fair. You don’t see me dragging you to places that you don’t want to go to” your bottom lip pouted out as you were beginning to strop, “And if you dare say it’s because I don’t go anywhere, you’re very much wrong, it’s because I’m a nice friend that cares for your feelings”
Jaemin rolled his eyes before going back to rummaging through your wardrobe. His eyes landed upon a silk red dress which he could tell would fit your figure ever so nicely, “Put this on and stop complaining”
You let out a huff of annoyance as you grabbed the red dress from his hands, “If anything happens at the party, I will walk out and never speak to you again!” you called out from your bathroom, Jaemin just gave a small laugh in response to you. He knew deep down that you wanted to see your ex boyfriend again, it was just a matter of how you would handle any situation with him that got you not wanting to see him.
When you walked out of the bathroom, Jaemin’s jaw dropped to the floor, “Holy- you look so good y/n! He’ll definitely want to get back with you”
“That’s not the plan!” it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Can we just get going? I want to get it over with” you grabbed your phone and a little clutch bag to have as an accessory. Jaemin nodded before grabbing his own phone and his car keys before walking the two of you out of your apartment.
The car ride to his friends house went quickly, considering the two of you were singing along to the radio and bickering about all the little things that could possibly go wrong when you reached the party. “Stop being annoying and just get drunk and have a good time, y/n, that’s the whole point of a party”
You slammed the car door shut, you had enough of Jaemin saying that it was 'all okay’ and 'nothing will happen’ whilst you’re there - but you knew how your ex boyfriend was, he’d find a way to anger you, it was just what he does.
Jaemin jogged up next to you as you were waiting for him at the front door of his friends house, “Well, knock then” you crossed your arms waiting for your best friend to do something so you could actually get inside the house.
“As if you’re incapable of doing that” but he ended up knocking on the door as well as ringing the doorbell, “Go find him when the door opens, it’ll do the two of you some good”
You nudged him in his ribs, “You’re actually pissing me off, Jaemin, just shut the fuck up”
The door finally swung open, revealing Jaemin’s friend - the host of the party, Jeno - the two of them were very close, some even call them soulmates but you however, call them ‘bum buddies’. “You’re finally here, come on in!” Jeno stepped aside to allow the two of you to enter his house. It was crammed full of drunken people, you honestly couldn’t even see the floor.
Jaemin reached for your wrist, you knew what he was signaling to, so you just yanked your arm from his grip to go find the kitchen; you were hoping to get drunk so that the time you spent at this party wasn’t so dreadful and went by quicker.
Squeezing your way through a large crowd of people in such a small space was a mission - “Excuse me” + “Sorry, can I just get past?” + “Would you mind moving, please?” and before you knew it, your politeness disappeared as soon as you had accidentally bumped into the person you were trying to avoid this whole night, “Move out of my way, Haechan”.
When he first heard your voice his body stiffened, he wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight, he never expects you to be anywhere outside of the house and that was one of the reasons he had broken up with you - he just didn’t like how you never left your house, you always made an excuse resulting in him either going out by himself or the two of you just sitting on the sofa and watching TV, he wanted an eventful and adventurous relationship with you, but you never wanted to do anything.
“Well well well, look who’s finally out of their apartment” Haechan let out a small scoff from disbelief.
“Just move, I need a drink”
He did as you said but little did you know that he was following behind you into the kitchen, “So, how come you’re out? I swear you just spend your time indoors or has that changed since I dumped you?” he tilted his head to the side as he watched you grab a beer bottle from an ice bucket.
You reached for a can opener and twisted off the bottle cap, “Why are you pestering me? Haven’t you got some silly bimbo to go and fuck?” you tilted your head too, trying to get your point across that you don’t want him near you.
Haechan’s mouth opened slightly before Jaemin and Jeno came rushing into the kitchen; you thanked your lucky stars that they had saved you from your ex boyfriend. “We’re gonna play spin the bottle, are you playing?” Jeno asked you with high hopes that you’d say yes.
You really didn’t want to play any stupid party games yet alone actually be here at this party, but since Jeno had asked you so nicely and that Jaemin was giving you an evil glare, you decided that you would play the game. “You’re playing too Haechan, whether you like it or not!” Jeno sing-songed before dragging you and Jaemin into the living room where there were a few other people sitting in a circle with an empty beer bottle lying on the ground.
Jeno placed you, Jaemin, Haechan and himself all opposite one another so that if the bottle lands on either of you it’ll end up landing on someone you know for the dare to take place; what a kindhearted person Jeno is. Not. He had planned something with your best friend to get the two of you on good terms with each other so that Jaemin would finally be able to speak with you about any of your exes without you getting annoyed or angered at the thought of Haechan. You knew that they were up to something by the way they were quieting everyone down and discreetly pushing out a few random people so the circle was much smaller.
“I take it that everyone knows the rules of spin the bottle?” Jeno quirked an eyebrow up as he leaned forward before gripping the beer bottle. Out of the two other random people playing this game with you, no one responded to Jeno’s question saying they don’t understand. “The first two people it lands on will have to find a room and spend seven minutes of heaven in there”
The little evil smirk on his lips were a sign that you knew what was coming your way, you were about to stand up from the circle so you didn’t have to take part Jeno spun the bottle and it just so happened to land on you, “Well, guess you’ll have to stay to find out who you’ll be doing seven minutes in heaven with”
Jeno spun the bottle once more before it magically landed on the person you hated the most - Haechan.
“This surely has to be a set up, I swear to god Jae that when this is over I will ring your neck!” you threatened your best friend as you finally stood up from your position on the floor, staring at Haechan who was trying not to laugh from your reaction, “Get up, I want this over and done with” you huffed in annoyance at the slow pace he was taking.
Once he stood up, you made your way to the staircase by the front door before heading up the stairs with Haechan hot on your tail. You didn’t know whether any of the rooms were occupied or not so you had Haechan knock on a few doors before he found a room that no one was chilling in. “Ladies first… Men just before” he snickered before rushing into a bedroom, you rolled your eyes at his childish antics.
He was walking around the room being his nosy self whilst you had perched yourself on the edge of the king sized bed. “Are you really thinking that anything will happen with us here?” you questioned him, wanting to actually know whether he thought that anything sexual would happen within the seven minutes.
“Fun fact, y/n, I know that you want my dick inside you because you can never forget how good I fucked that tight pussy of yours each night” Haechan turned around, his eyes darkening with each word and step he took.
You let out a snorty laugh, was he being serious?
“Lie back and let me bury my cock in you just like old time, kitten” that’s when you knew you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.
Haechan had made his way over to you and was now towering over you making you seem so small sitting on the bed, "I can feel the heat radiating off of you, just tell me what you want me to do” he removed his leather jacket and threw it to the other side of the room, his biceps bulging through his white shirt.
He always looked good in a white shirt; and nothing else too. “I want you to touch me like you’ve never touched me before” you whispered under your breath, you honestly couldn’t believe the words that had just escaped your mouth. Just a minute ago you were angry and annoyed that Haechan was even around you and now you want him to touch you. How everything has just changed because of his dominating presence.
You laid yourself back against the plush bed doing as he said, his hands found themselves snaking up your thighs and stopping just at the hem of your dress, “Are you sure you want to go through with this, kitten?”
You hesitated to answer - you still didn’t like him and you were still finding yourself getting annoyed just at the thought of him, but as Jaemin said, it’ll do the two of you some good to get back together for either one last time or back together for good.
“Yes, I’m sure. Touch me”
Haechan gave you a nod before eventually sliding his hands up underneath your dress, the hem of your dress rode up against his hands revealing your black lace panties to him, “You look so pretty in those” he hummed as he began to lean down close to your core.
You lifted your hand to your face to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks, “You don’t need to hide yourself from me, I’ve seen you like this before”
Haechan hooked his fingers into the waistband of your lace panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, you immediately snapped your legs closed from how exposed you were feeling. You tried to push down your dress to cover yourself but Haechan caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.
“What did I say about hiding yourself? You don’t need to be shy around me, kitten” his voice was so calm and soothing that you didn’t know why you ended up hating him. He was always calm and relaxing when the two of you did anything sexual - it was pleasing.
“I’m sorry, it’s just we haven’t done this in a while, I’m feeling nervous” you mumbled under your breath, raising yourself on your elbows to get a better look at what he was doing.
Haechan’s eyes were trained on yours before he turned his attention onto your core, he saw it glistening from how wet you were getting, “Oh, my sweet y/n, you’re so wet and from what? The thought of me fucking you, how adorable” a small lighthearted chuckle was sounded after he spoke.
You didn’t like the way he was teasing you but you really needed his dick inside you, you had missed how it felt to be full of him.
Haechan’s fingers traced their way back up your thighs and stopped just before your entrance, his thumb pushed onto your clit causing you to jolt up at the sudden pleasure. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and gave you a smirk, “I hate you” you grumbled before lolling back onto the bed and basking in how his fingers were causing you such a treat.
“You won’t be saying that in a little while”
You rolled your eyes at his words but then you whined from the loss of contact; he had retracted his hands from your body and was back to his standing position by the end of the bed.
“Why’d you stop? I was beginning to enjoy that” you huffed as you sat upright. “Can you just fuck me already, you’re taking too long and your teasing is getting annoying”
“Your wish is my command, kitten”
Haechan unzipped his tight jeans and tugged them down his legs along with his underwear before stepping out of them. He was in a hurry to get out of his clothes, it shocked you at how quick he was trying to get with you. “You don’t need to rush-”
“We have seven minutes, kitten. We’re playing a game called seven minutes in heaven if you didn’t realize” Haechan muttered back to you before gripping your ankles and dragging your butt to the edge of the bed where he was standing.
“Why have you gone all dickhead again?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side as your hands gripped onto the bedding so you wouldn’t fall off the bed. “You were being all sweet just a second ago, now you’re being-”
Your words were cut off by Haechan’s hand coming to grip around your neck, “If you want my cock, be quiet” he grimaced down at you before taking his bare length and giving it a few pumps - aligning himself against your entrance and agonizingly slowly pushing himself inside your core.
His eyes closed and his bottom lip went between his teeth as he bit down on his lip to stop himself from moaning too loudly.
You on the other hand, were gripping the bedding so tight that you swore your fingers were going to break; the hand around your neck amplified how good it felt to have his hard length push into you again, you were being sent into euphoria.
Haechan pulled his hips back before snapping them into yours, his balls slapped against your ass creating a skin-on-skin sound, anyone who walked past the bedroom would hear your bodies coming together. His hips were quickly building up their speed and you were getting crazy, all you wanted to do was wrap your legs around his waist to bring him in deeper but with his hand around your neck and the other hand pushing one of your thighs against the mattress to keep your legs open was difficult for you to do so.
You could feel your walls clenching around him, “Fuck, Hyuck, you’re so big” you choked out into thin air, the hand around your neck making it hard for you to speak properly.
“I. Know. I’m. Big. Kitten.” Haechan grunted between each hard thrust he took inside your wet core, the way you were clenching around his length got him thrusting into you harder and faster, it really boosted his ego to feel and see how much of a mess he makes you.
“F-Faster” you called out to him, one hand of yours gripped his wrist as the pleasure you were feeling was getting so much better, “H-Harder”
Haechan heard your begs for him and he happily complied with them, his hips went as fast as they could possibly go, his thigh muscles were flexing as he was getting so erratic. “Kitten, you’re so tight I think I’m gonna cum soon”
His words made you give out a small smirk, “I’m close too, Hyuck, make me cum” you clawed at his hand around your neck wanting him to squeeze it tighter so your orgasm was at its most powerful.
You were practically screaming out his name as the coil in your lower abdomen was so tight, with a final thrust into your pussy you came undone. Your jaw was hanging open with a silent scream - Haechan shoved two fingers into your mouth as he rode out your orgasm.
“S-Shit, I’m gonna-” Haechan quickly pulled himself out of you and grabbed his cock before pumping it to his release, the sloppy sounds he was making from jerking himself off with your slick was heaven to your ears. His body jerked before his cum came spilling out of his swollen tip onto your dress. “Sorry about your dress, kitten”
You paid no attention to how your dress was, you were trying to catch your breath as your hand came to rest against your forehead, “I’ve missed that, I really missed that” you giggled, a smile on your face as you could see Haechan had a smile on his face too.
“I don’t know why I hated you so much, you were the best boyfriend I had but I was such a shitty girlfriend, I’m sorry that you had to end our relationship” Haechan didn’t listen to your words as he was too busy gathering his clothes up, “Are you seriously ditching me right now?”
“Well yeah, it was only a game, right?” he responded with a furrow in his brows.
All you could do was scoff at him and the feeling of hatred for him came rushing back. It’s safe to say that you never saw each other again… Well, maybe for a few more hook-ups, but you still hated him.
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duuddeee money see, monkey do was um-im spechless cuz it was that good, tbh jeno was so hot in that oops i would pay to just have him get his way with the girl in like part 2 all while kicking the other guys out u know... ehmm my biased ass is showing sorry but still it would be awesome but not as awesome as u and ur writing in general, love u stay safe 💖 💖 ps yep that fic really was a masterpiece so u should be proud and keep writing like that!!!!
thank you so much! im so glad you like it. it’s actually my favourite thing ive written, i couldnt be more happier that others enjoy it too!
• pairings: lee donghyuck x fem!reader • genre: smut • warnings: talk of sex, bickering, challenge, smut, kissing, exhibitionism, oral (fem! receiving) • word count: 2.6k • summary: jeno and jaemin believe that their friend has no skills when it came to pleasing a woman. you were starting to believe them, but it wasn’t your place to say anything. jeno had a brilliant idea and your stupid self actually went through with it - not that you were complaining though. • author’s note: i got this idea from sending asks to @jenoismydad and just had to turn them into a fic. one of my best fics ive written lol, im very proud of how this came out. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
It never would have occurred to you that one of your best friends didn’t know how to please another woman. For some reason it made you question his whole existence. He’s awfully cocky, tells the most sexual jokes, will go on and on about getting laid, for someone who’s had sex roughly three and a half times and doesn’t know what pleases a woman.
The stricken look on your face made your other two best friends laugh, “Do you really have to pull that face?” Haechan was starting to get annoyed with all of you teasing him, “I can please a woman”
The snort that left Jeno could be heard from a mile away; he obviously found that funny. “You truly believe that you’re capable of pleasing someone other than yourself?” Haechan nodded, starting to get defensive with the way he crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m finding that hard to believe. You’ve only had sex a few times and each of those times, you only made yourself come”
You whacked Jeno on his arm, “Leave him alone. It’s not as if you’ve only focused on making someone else feel good, I can hear the fake moans of the girls you bring back”
Now it was Haechan’s turn to snort, Jaemin watching intently at the way Jeno’s brows raised in question. “How could you, the prissy pillow princess, have a say in this matter? Huh, okay then” you weren’t expecting him to attack you next on your sex life. And how would he know that you were a pillow princess? Does he listen to you having sex or what?
“I beg your pardon? What’s that supposed to mean?” You crossed your arms over your chest; copying Haechan’s actions from earlier.
Jeno sighed, ignoring your question and putting his attention back on to Haechan - who, by the way, was still annoyed at the fact his friends believed he doesn’t know how to pleasure someone else. “Okay little boy, if you truly think you can make a girl come, prove it” the smug look on Jeno’s face signaled that he was up to something.
Jaemin and you exchanged glances, both confused yet intrigued as to where Jeno was going with this. “Who are you calling ‘little boy’?” Haechan’s voice dropped, a chill going down your spine from the sudden change in tone. It was hard to say if you found it hot or funny; but from the way you crossed your legs to ease the sudden heat from your groin, it was pretty easy to answer.
“Haechan, just ignore him. He’s only saying this stuff to annoy you” you glare at the boy next to you before smiling at the honey toned boy in front of you, “You know he does it on purpose”
“Are we just going to ignore the fact that he said prove it? We all heard him say that, right?” Jaemin was looking between the three of you, an elbow resting on the arm of the sofa, his body slightly twisted from the position he sat in, “How on earth is he going to prove it?”
You looked at Jaemin, then Haechan and finally, Jeno. A big smirk plastered on his face, “y/n”
“Me?” He nodded his head, staring you right in the eyes. The dark orbs beginning to feel stranger rather than something you’ve known for half your life, “What do you mean me? You seriously can’t expect him to make me come? Jeno… you can’t be serious about this”
“Come on, y/n. You haven’t been laid in, what? Over a few weeks now, and that stupid vibrating dildo is getting on my nerves” Jeno seemed so sure about his plan, that he didn’t even bother to see if you or Haechan was okay with what he was suggesting the two of you do. “Plus, if Haechan claims he can make a girl come, then you’re in for a real treat”
“Jeno… I don’t think this is a good idea” you sunk your shoulders into yourself, beginning to feel awkward. Haechan was your best friend, the two of you did everything together, you never looked at him in a sexual way - apart from moments ago when his voice changed, but that wasn’t the point.
“I’m up for it” Haechan nodded his head.
Jeno clasped his hands together, standing from the sofa, “Great! Let’s head to your bedroom then?” You blinked at the boy standing next to you, your mind trying to unhinge the fact he was succeeding with his plan. “Come on, y/n. I saw you cross your legs earlier, he’s already getting to you. No denying that” you wanted to deny but in all honesty, he was correct.
You looked across to the sofa across from you where Jaemin and Haechan were sitting. Jaemin seemed to be loving the situation and Haechan seemed unbothered, even though seconds ago he was annoyed by what was being said about him. You never understood boys and their quick mood changes.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this” you sighed and got up from the couch. You didn’t bother to look at your three best friends when you left the front room, you just immediately made your way to your bedroom.
When you reached your bedroom, you stopped before opening the door. “Okay, me and Haechan will go in, you two will go back to the front room and if he can actually make me come, you’ll be able to hear me. Deal?” You grabbed said mans wrist and pulled him towards you, quickly shoving him in your bedroom. “What?”
“We’re going in with you, we need to see it happen” Jeno stood his ground. He really wanted to be an eye witness to this, and no amount of shoving and shouting would get him to back down. “And if he doesn’t do anything right to make you feel good, one of us will step in.” Now that most certainly got your attention. If Haechan couldn’t make you feel good, Jeno or Jaemin would step in for him and get you to reach your orgasm? No way were you going to pass up on this offer.
“Fine” you rolled your eyes, stepping to the side to allow them into your room, “This won’t ruin our friendship, will it? I can’t risk losing you guys”
Jaemin perched himself down on the ottoman in the corner of your room, patting the space next to him for Jeno, while Haechan made his way to stand at the end of your bed. “You won’t lose us. Promise” it wasn’t exactly a promise as Jeno didn’t pinky-promise you, but it was all you were gonna get from him right now, “Well? Don’t just stand there, get yourself an orgasm” he gestured to the boy by your bed.
You closed your eyes briefly before making your way over to him, “How are we meant to go about this? It feels weird with you guys staring, can you look away while we get started? Please?”
A sigh came from Jeno before he and Jaemin closed their eyes and covered them with their hands. You looked up at Haechan, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. It was hard to keep eye contact with him for long as his eyes were already hooded with the pupils blown; you could sense he was already aroused.
Haechan’s hands found your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You weren’t wearing anything on your legs, just one of Jaemin’s oversized tops which, by the way, didn’t exactly cover up much of your modesty. You placed your hands on his chest, the shirt underneath your fingers smooth and thin, thin enough that you could feel his heartbeat against the palm of your hand.
“You sure you wanna do this?” his voice was hushed, only loud enough for you to hear. A shy nod of your head was all he needed before he leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. You knew he was just testing the waters, but you had gotten impatient. You placed your lips against his, your eyes immediately closing at the soft, pillow-like feel of his lips.
Within a heartbeat, Haechan tilted his head to the side, his lips moving against yours like small waves in the ocean; precise and gentle. You would have thought that kissing your best friend would make you cringe, but it was far from that.
Your hands slowly made their way from his chest to the back of his neck, your fingers tugging gently at the hair on the nape of his neck. A soft groan emitted from him at your action, egging you further so you pushed your crotch against his bulge trapped in his tight, black jeans. Haechan pulled away, short intakes of breath as he watched a string of saliva connect the two of you together, your tongue coming out to lick it away.
You looked at your bed then back to Haechan, “Shall we?” it was completely strange with what was happening, that you somehow even forgot your two other best friends were sat in the corner whilst you made out with Haechan. A truly weird afternoon.
Haechan picked you up and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, you didn’t realize how strong he actually was until he got on the bed with you clinging onto him. But seconds later you were lying on your back with your best friend between your legs. “Lace panties? How convenient” he lifted up your top with a smirk. And from hearing the words ‘lace panties’, Jaemin and Jeno opened their eyes and stared at the scene in front of them.
You ignored their stares, wanting to actually focus on cumming. Haechan’s fingers were cold against your bare skin, a shiver running down your spine and goosebumps forming along your arms and legs. He took notice of your state and chuckled against your stomach before placing opened mouthed, wet kisses in a trail until he reached the waistband of your underwear.
“He actually seems to be knowing what he’s doing” Jaemin whispered to Jeno, who was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, “We might’ve underestimated him”
“He’ll flop soon. I’m sure of it” Jeno wanted so badly to be in Haechan’s position.
You could hear the two of them conversing in the corner, that you were about to question what they were talking about; but before you could, Haechan swiftly pulled your black, lace panties down your legs. You automatically shut your legs closed. Not wanting him to see how wet you had gotten from just kissing him. You could easily blame it on the situation, but he would simply tease you for being so aroused when your two other friends were watching.
“Don’t be shy, doll” Haechan cooed at you, his hands holding your knees as he opens your legs. His eyes darting to your core and you swore you could’ve seen his dick twitch in his jeans. “Fuck. You’re so pretty”
You turned your head to the side, your eyes locking with Jeno briefly before your attention went back to the boy before you. His nimble fingers parting your pussy lips to take in the sight of your arousal flowing out of you. Haechan thanked the Lords above for your pussy - he hasn’t seen anything so beautiful in his life, so pretty and pink.
“O-oh!” your breath hitched in your throat as something warm and wet come in contact with your clit. Haechan was incredibly skilled with his tongue, those times you had caught him singing around the house, you’re not entirely surprised he made you feel this good.
You shut your eyes, your hands gripping the bedsheets that surrounded you. Who even said he couldn’t please a girl? He’s literally lapping at your heat like there’s no tomorrow and you’ve never felt so good in your life. Jeno has no idea what he’s talking about.
Jaemin leaned to the side to get a better look at what Haechan was doing. He could see his tongue darting in and out of your dripping entrance, your face that of pure bliss, he hasn’t seen you like this before and it was a sight to behold. Jaemin was struggling to keep his blood from rushing to his dick, but from the way you looked and the noises coming from your pussy, it was pretty hard not to pop a boner.
Jeno on the other hand was blatantly palming himself - he didn’t care that someone would take notice, because look at what’s in front of him. No one could blame him.
Haechan still had your lips spread with his fingers whilst his tongue fucked your hole. But he wanted to make you come, just to prove he knew how to do it. His middle finger began circling your entrance, his tongue now flicking at your swollen bundle of nerves. “Please… I need more” you gasped out to him, you needed to cum so badly. The knot build-up in your lower abdomen was so close to snapping soon, you just needed that extra little push over the edge.
“As you wish, doll” Haechan flattened his tongue against you, his middle finger finally pushing inside you. Almost straight away his fingertip found the rough patch that claimed all your orgasms, his finger curled to run along it; your lips letting out a string of whimpers as you were about to cum.
“H-hyuck! I’m so close” Jeno and Jaemin watched you both with wide eyes, wanting to see you come so badly.
“He’s not flopping Jen, he’s gonna make her cum” Jaemin was in shock and so was Jeno. He seriously believed that his younger friend was incapable of making a girl come, but here he is, bringing you to an orgasm. “He’s gone and done it. What the fuck”
With a flick of his tongue, Haechan had you coming undone underneath his grip. Your back arched up into the air, your eyes shut tight, your ears ringing as your nerve endings felt like they were on fire. Haechan had just gotten you to come. He actually did it and you wanted him to do it over and over again. You’ve never felt so good in your entire life.
Haechan pulled away from your core, his eyes still locked with your swollen and wet pussy. “I told you I can please a woman” the smirk plastered on his face made you roll your eyes, “Did I do good?”
You nodded your head with a faint smile, too exhausted to answer with words. “Ha. Made you speechless” he looked over his shoulder at his two best friends, “Got something to say for yourself?” He was mainly aiming the question towards Jeno as he was the one who claimed he couldn’t do it.
“My turn” Jeno stood from the ottoman and clambered over to you, kneeling down beside Haechan and looking between your legs; his pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy. “Fuck. She is pretty, isn’t she?”
You tried to sit up, your arms failing you so you just stayed laying on your back. “Your go? I can’t…” you wanted to cum again, but Haechan had only just eaten you out, you needed a break. “This was only for Hyuck though. Why do you want to do it?” You furrowed your brows at the broad man.
“I’ve been dreaming of making you cum for the longest time. Now I have a chance, I’m not gonna let it slip away from me” Jeno answered, nudging the boy next to him with his shoulder so he could sit between your legs, “Now, be a good girl and take what you get”
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• pairings: lucas wong x fem!reader • genre: boyfriend!lucas, fluff, slight angst • warnings: joke about cheating, upset/panic, pregnancy • word count: 1.4k • summary: unexpected things happen all the time, however, unexpected pregnancies weren’t something that happened all the time. you were scared and in hysterics, telling your boyfriend came easier than you thought it would be. • author’s note: i wrote this ages ago for another group, so if it doesn’t match lucas that well, then that’s the reason. also, this is a cold boyfriend au fic, so that’s why he can be a little stiff at first. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You were currently a hysterical mess in the bathroom of your apartment. Never in your life have you ever felt so scared and excited at the same time. Streams of tears were flowing out of your eyes and down your rosy cheeks, you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hands and took a deep breath. The tears still fell even if you had steadied your breathing.
Your fingers gripped around the tissue wrapped pregnancy test, swiping your sweater paws across your cheeks to rid them of the dried tears along with the fresh ones. After taking a deep breath, you stood from the edge of the bath and stuffed your hands in the front pouch of your hoodie, fiddling with the test in the pouch.
You walked out of the bathroom and slowly trudged down the corridor until you reached the beginning of the living room. Your boyfriend’s voice was quietly mumbling at the television, he was watching a catch up episode of football, obviously getting slightly annoyed at whoever got a yellow card.
You watched his head shake every now and then as you stood in the doorway, wondering how on earth you were going to tell him that you were pregnant with his baby.
It never came up in conversation if he ever wanted a child, let alone a child with you. It made you feel stupendously anxious just to even tell the boy something that will most likely mean the world to him. It didn’t help that whenever the two of you spoke about anything serious, he would somehow end up getting all huffy and puffy - but that’s just how your boyfriend was, you’ve gotten used to it.
After a little more while watching your boyfriend have issues with the referee through the screen, you built up just enough courage to take a seat next to him on the sofa. Just that small action had your heart racing and you haven’t even mentioned zero yet.
You turned to look at him. His brows ever so slightly furrowed in annoyance and his lips parted enough for you to be able to see his two front teeth, his tongue darting out every now and again to parch his dry lips. His eyes darted about the television screen before they were on you - staring at you as you were staring at him. “Have you been crying?” his voice monotone, making you regret even just getting pregnant even though it takes two to tango.
You swallowed but there was a lump in your throat; how did you not even think of trying to cover up the fact that you had just been crying in the bathroom a few minutes ago?
You swallowed once again, the lump still lingering but not as much as before. “I-”you wanted to tell him that you hadn’t but it was plainly obvious, even a fool could have guessed and gotten it right. “Yes” your voice came out as nothing but a small squeak, perking up the ears of your boyfriend who now so generously twisted his body to face yours, drinking in your saddened appearance.
Lucas’ slightly furrowed brows had now changed into a full blown frown, “Why have you been crying? Nothing has happened recently, has it?” he asks you two simple questions and they’re easy to answer - only if you had the guts to actually tell him the reason, but unfortunately you’re struggling to keep rears at bay. If you had known it would be this hard to tell him that you’re pregnant, you would’ve been extra careful.
Lucas was still staring at you, wondering why you were taking a long time to answer him and why your already bloodshot eyes were welling up, “y/n, if something is going on please tell me” his voice sounded softer than it did before when he first spoke. He reached forward towards the glass topped coffee table for the TV remote, pressing the red button on the top corner to switch off the device.
It made you realise that he did care and would care. You are his girlfriend after all. You shook your head at yourself questioning why on earth you would doubt your boyfriend and how he would react. If he loved you, which he did, you would know that he wouldn’t have a problem helping you figure out what you want to do.
You moved your lips into a straight line before pulling your hands out of the front pouch of your hoodie, carefully handing over the tissue wrapped pregnancy test to Lucas. His eyes glanced down at your hands and back up to your eyes, a glint shined in them that you’ve never seen before - does he already know what’s inside the tissue?
“… I’m pregnant”you never expected your voice to be staggered and confident at the same time, having no clue where the part of confidence came from considering you were still incredibly anxious to await his reaction.
Lucas looked back down at the object in your hand and gratefully took it from you, “Is this the test?” he asked, you nodded in response as you watched him unfold the white tissue to reveal the pink and white pregnancy test displaying two red straight lines clearly stating that you are indeed pregnant with his baby.“I want to say something but I don’t know what”
His eyes found yours again and they could see how troubled you were in this situation, “Could you at least tell me how you feel? That’s all I really want to know right now” you tilted your head to the side as you brought your legs up underneath you, sitting crossed legged,“Just something, please” you sounded as if you were begging for him to say he wants the baby, you may be fooling yourself if you thought he wanted to see you beg him.
“I’m happy… and shocked” Lucas answered you, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry about him not wanting the baby,“Mainly happy”
You nodded your head before reaching over and grabbing the test back, tracing the two lines with your thumb as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m happy too and shocked” you matched your feelings with his, “What should we do?” it was quite a dumb question to have asked considering Lucas wanted the baby and so did you, you shake your head with a stiff laugh, “Nevermind that. I guess I meant to say, what happens now?”
Lucas leans his side against the back of the sofa, resting his elbow on the head of the furniture, “I guess we should buy a couple more tests to see if you actually are pregnant and if they come out positive just like that one” he pointed to the one in your hands, “Then we could book a doctors appointment and go from there”
The words flowed from his mouth so pleasantly and natural that you wondered as if he was born to be here with you and to reassure you through times like these, especially when they come up out of the blue so suddenly.
“It is my baby right…?”the question caught you so off guard that you ended up choking on your breath, inhaling quickly as you tried to regain your posture. “I’m joking baby! I’m joking, I know it’s mine”Lucaslets out a quick laugh and leans forward to drag you onto his lap. “I’m sorry I made you choke on the air, I just wanted to brighten up the mood a little bit. I could feel how nervous you were, are”
You rolled your eyes before swatting his arm, “That wasn’t funny. I literally saw my life flash before my eyes” you grumbled against his chest as you rested your head against him, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. You both sat like that for quite a while until you felt sleepy, “I’m tired but I just want to say I love you and I appreciate you and everything you have done for me”
Lucas smiles softly, pecking your forehead, “I love you too, my baby. You’re my everything y/n and I can’t wait to have a little me and you running about” you smiled at his words, you knew he couldn’t see you smiling but he could tell you were happy and content. “Sleep baby, you’ll need it for the next months to come”
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• pairings: huang renjun x fem!reader • genre: bridgerton au!, prince!renjun, fluff, smut, angst • warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, virgin!reader, orgasm, cum, boner, swearing • word count: 7.6k • summary: the social season was in full swing and you were blessed by the queen. the suitor ball was the start of the rest of your life, especially when a beautiful prince asks you to dance. feelings and emotions are spilled and unfortunate events happen, can you truly forgive the prince or will you take it to your grave? • author’s note: happy birthday to the love of my life injunnie!! welcome to the first instalment of my bridgerton au! series :) this is also the first time ive written anything this long before, i hope you guys enjoy it! • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
It was the beginning of the newest social season. This year was expected to be grand just as it was last year; even though these families of wealth and status try to compete with their past selves to prove they were worthy of being in such an event, it’s hard to even top what has already been done.
Your meeting with the royal family had already been completed, all your nerves and butterflies were worth what the outcome of the Queen had said. “She’s a beauty. Lives up to this year’s standards must I say”
The words of the Queen had almost everybody in utter shock. No one had expected such a thing to come up of you, but they also couldn’t deny that you were a prized jewel of the century. Ever since you had left your mothers womb, people had been saying that you were beautiful and were sure to make it out into the vast void of the social ladder.
The stares of the wealthy people around you could easily frighten and intimidate one of a smaller mind, but for you, you were more than happy to accept those stares and whispers of admiration. “Mother, when shall the Suiter Ball begin?” you had turned to ask your mother, her infamous smile flashing at passerbyers who dared to maintain eye contact with her for more than just a few seconds.
You see, your mother is well respected and looked up to as she is one of the highest and wealthiest women in your home city. When she was born, she was immediately to inherit her fathers money and land; she had told you that’s why she was born, to care for her family with the money and land provided to her by her late father.
You wanted to have a life like hers. She raised a well-mannered and well-respected family, has the beauty of a fairytale princess and the personality of the sweetest thing to ever grace this planet. She was everything you wanted to be and more.
“It will begin this afternoon, darling. I’m sure you will be in all the best men’s thoughts soon enough” the way she was confident in you, her own daughter whom she had raised from nothing but a mere crying baby into something so beautiful and caring. “Now that we have caught the attention of those around, let us leave to get ready for the Ball” she swiftly linked your arms together before ushering you and your siblings out of the palace.
The carriage ride back to your abode was timeless, the excitement for this afternoon already settling in your stomach, the butterflies beginning their frenzy in advance to whatever matter may occur.
Once you had stepped out of the carriage, your personal maid was ready to take your hand to lead you up to your bedroom where you will be getting ready for the Ball. The open dressing room granted you enough space to get ready for this afternoon, your dress already laid out along the ottoman by your dressing table - the colour of your gown a beautiful, light shade of pink with small fringes of lace around the sleeves, waistline and collar. “It’s so… beautiful mother” you rushed over to gape at the fabric, “Mrs Brush did such a wonderful job!”
Your mother smiled at your attention to the dress, “Didn’t she just! You’ll be the most beautiful girl out there tonight. Now hurry dearest, we mustn’t be late”
Your mother guided your personal maid, Martha, over to you so she was able to get you ready for the Suiter Ball. Martha brushed your hair out, detangling your hair of any knots and frays, applying the perfect amount of rouge to your cheeks to make your face glow and helping you into your gown.
“Which would you like to go for Miss?” Martha stood next to you, holding open your jewelry box which displayed a diamond earring and necklace set along with a sapphire earring and necklace set.
You gently stroked the sapphire necklace in contemplation, “The sapphire is to die for, but I must go with the diamond set tonight Martha” you turned around to face the long mirror that stood before you, “I mustn’t clash blue and pink together at an event like this” you lifted your chin up slightly as you allowed your maid more room to fit the diamond necklace around your neck before she put in the earrings to match.
“You look beautiful Miss Livingstone!” Martha quickly brushed out any fresh creases in your gown before helping you step down from the modelling platform in front of the mirror, “Here are your gloves”
“Thank you Martha” you smiled gratefully, taking the gloves from her hands to place onto yours - the silk fabric cool against your skin. “The carriage is here!” you rushed out of your bedroom and down the large, marble staircase of your abode upon the sound of horses hooves coming to a halt.
Your mother already dressed in her own gown, her hair and makeup similar to yours to show the resemblance of a mother and daughter. “My darling y/n, don’t you look beautiful! The carriage awaits us” your mother guided you outside where a horseman helped you step into the carriage, the butterflies in your stomach starting a frenzy just as soon as the carriage set off; the clickity clack of the horses hooves against the gravel road sounding monotonous.
Upon arriving at the Suiter Ball, you couldn’t help but feel like you were meant to be here. Your mother had raised you and trained you for everything leading up to this big moment in your life. This was the place you would find your future husband and that excited you.
The portraits of past wealthy families and men scattered the large hallways of the event place, “The brush strokes are magnificent, aren’t they?” a soft voice came from beside you, a small jump coming from you at the suddenness of the voice. You turned your gaze to whoever had joined you next to a painting of a lake; he was beautiful. Ethereal, if you must say. “I am very sorry, I didn’t intend on startling you Miss…?”
You smiled up at him, he only seemed to be a few inches taller than you, but still tall enough, “Miss Livingstone, and yes, the brushstrokes are magnificent…?”
“Prince Huang” he responded with a slightly smug smile, he didn’t seem to be one to come across as smug; but let’s be honest here, with him being a prince you wouldn’t have expected him to say it as something of such little importance. “Has any of these other measly sirs and lords had the courage of asking you for a dance yet?”
You clasped your hands together, admiring his confidence in talking about the other suitors around you,“To your relief, they haven’t. Is this your way of asking me for a dance Prince Huang?” you tilted your head to the side, you now adorning the same smug smile as the boy in front of you.
Prince Huang couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, “You’ve caught me red handed!” held his hands behind his back, softly rocking on his heels in anticipation, “May I write my name down on your dance card?”
You glanced at the dance card and the pencil attached to it hanging from your wrist. You felt like being a little difficult - or as others would say, a little tease. You hummed in thought, “I’m not sure Prince Huang… can you write your name down on my dance card?” you brought the pencil and card up in front of you, slowly passing it over to him to tease him a little more.
Prince Huang chuckled and tilted his head to the side as he took a hold of the pencil, writing down his full name onto the card. Prince Renjun Huang, Prince of Jilin City. you furrowed your eyebrows together as you read his signature; he’s the Prince of a city in China? Your mother never mentioned a Prince from China would be attending the Suiter Ball, oh how you wanted to keep him for yourself.
“Now, Miss Livingstone, may I have this dance?” Renjun offered you his hand, bowing slightly in awaitance. You smiled up at him, gratefully placing your hand in his palm, allowing him to guide you to the dance floor.
As the two of you gracefully danced your way around the room, all eyes were on you both. Fair ladies from around the city and many lords and sirs stared and gaped at you. But you were too caught up in staring up at the Prince. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes on - but what you didn’t know was that he was thinking the same thing as you.
Your mother was standing with two other women, complementing how you and the Prince seemed to be such a perfect pair.“Your daughter looks wonderful with Prince Huang, Lady Livingstone. Let us hope they get married soon enough”
Your mother frowned, she knew the other mother’s were being snide with their comments,“Surely you mustn’t be secretly sharing your despise with me? We wouldn’t want the Prince and soon-to-be Princess ruining your reputation now”and that’s how your mother would keep everyone who had things to say about her family in place.
“Can you feel all the eyes on you, Miss Livingstone?” Renjun questioned, his right hand raising until his fingers grazed the bare skin of your shoulder blade.
His touch was hot against your skin. No man had touched you on such a delicate part of your body, it almost felt as if he shouldn’t be touching you there. “Prince Huang, I believe their eyes are on you. Especially with your hand on my shoulder” you teased him slightly, his cheeks flushing a pink hue at your remark.
You felt his hand go back to the middle of your covered back, “My apologies. I should be more of a gentleman” you let out a small laugh, “What ever may be funny in this situation?”
You shook your head, “You’re more than a gentleman, you didn’t have any need to remove your hand” now it was your turn for your cheeks to flush pink, the minimal amount of makeup on your face not covering your emotion. A few more steps of your feet and the string quartet had finished playing, signaling the dance to be over. “Thank you Prince Huang for an amazing dance” you found yourself still holding his hand, despite the two of you having finished dancing together.
“It was my absolute pleasure, Miss Livingstone” Renjun felt your fingers still attached to his hand and he liked the way it felt - he wanted to say that he loved the way your hand felt against his own, but he hardly knows you and only shared one dance with you.
“y/n!”your mother beckoned you over, ushering you to go over to her.
You quickly retracted your hand from the Prince’s and gave him an awkward smile - his face faltering slightly before he regained his posture, “I mustn’t let her get too in her head so soon, she may think you’ve already proposed to me” you spun around on your heels, Renjun following behind you as you walked over to your mother. “Good evening mother”
She shook her head, “You two looked ravishing on the dance floor!” your mother clasped her hands together in delight at the sight before her, “Will our family be expecting a proposal from you…?”
“Prince Huang, Lady Livingstone” Renjun bowed to your mother, a few locks of his brown hair falling out of place before landing right back in their original position, “Your daughter tells me to not let you get too in your head about a proposal. But who shall ever know? Your daughter is a very kind and beautiful person”
“Oh Prince Huang! Don’t you hold yourself some humour there?” your mother laughs as if Renjuns comment was a joke; it very much wasn’t a joke. “And she really is” a small kiss of affection was placed on your forehead, “I’m incredibly proud of the young lady she has grown up to be”
You wanted to grimace at what your mother was saying, but in all honesty, you felt your heart warm up at the mention of her being proud. Plus, the Prince just said you’re very kind and beautiful, so that may be another factor.
The carriage waiting outside your house in the morning had sent butterflies to your stomach just the way it did last night. It was the first caller for the morning; you weren’t expecting many suitors as you had spent most of the night with Prince Huang, but nonetheless, you did share a few extra dances with other men whilst the Prince had danced with other fair lady’s of the city.
Given that Renjun hadn’t proposed or even arrived at your house to even be a caller; you somehow felt a slight pang of jealousy at the thought of him courting other women instead of you. Last night was one of the best nights you’d had in your whole time being on this planet - you felt a connection with him. And he seemed to have an interest in art, just the same as you.
“y/n darling?” your mother called you for your attention, “Your first caller is here!” she seemed to be more excited than you did, maybe it was because you were a little sulky over the Prince visiting others and not you.
You sat up straight as the butler ushered in the first caller, your eyes rolling up the body from their feet to their head. “Prince Huang” your eyes almost bulged out your head at his sudden presence, “I-I… I seemed to have forgotten how to speak” you stared down at your fingers, twiddling them trying to gain your composure.
The Prince watched you with a smile before bowing to your mother, “Good morning Lady Livingstone and Miss Livingstone, it seems as if I’m the first caller today?” he looked around the room at the lack of bouquets and baskets, his hand suddenly waving behind him to signal the butler to bring in the biggest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen in your entire life.
“Oh wow! These are so beautiful, Prince Huang. I’ve never seen flowers of the sort” you stood from the chaise lounge to head over to the table where the butler had placed the flowers, “What are these called?”
Renjun stood next to you, gently lifting a few petals of the exotic looking flower, “These are called a Hibiscus. They symbol glory, fame and splendor in my culture, I feel privileged to share it with you”
“Mother, aren’t these just the most beautiful flowers you’ve seen in your life?” you awed and gushed over the flowers. The most simple things really did make you happy and Renjun had taken a quick notice of that, “Prince Huang?”
He turned his attention towards you and off the bouquet of flowers, “Would you like to go for a walk along the promenade? I believe it’s courtesy to take your lady of choice out for a walk along the promenade” you were trying to keep him to yourself for as long as you could, your mother encouraged the Prince to take you out for that walk, his position shifting and you could tell he was hesitating whether or not he should offer you his arm or just let the two of you casually walk out side by side.
You helped him with his decision by looping your arm through his, “It will be just the two of us, it’ll give us time to get to know one another better” you were directing your words to your mother, she had a tendency to be where she wasn’t expected to be.
The late morning sun shone down on the evergreen park, trees rustling in the summer breeze, birds chirping their beautiful songs with swans and geese flying up above your heads. It truly felt like the world was in your favour today.
“Miss Livingstone?” Renjun called your name, gaining your attention as your head looked up at him. His side profile was that of a picture. His skin ever-so smooth, his eyebrows a perfect shape, his lips plump, just everything about him seemed so perfect… Maybe too perfect.
“Please, you don’t need to be so formal with me now Prince Huang. Call me y/n” your arms were still looped together and from the way others were staring at you as they walked past, you could tell they wanted to be in your position.
The Prince nodded his head, “Of course” he suddenly came to a halt, stopping in the middle of the promenades path. “y/n… We first met at the Suiter Ball last night and must I say you were a brilliant dancer” your cheeks flush a light hue of pink, “What caught my attention about you, was how you were focused on a certain painting. Do you like art?” his question didn’t seem too important at first, but from the way he was awaiting your answer showed you that he must take art seriously and that it’s important to him.
“I do! I absolutely love art and all its forms” you smiled up at him and he returned the smile.
“Good. I want to take you somewhere” and with that, the Prince escorted you out the promenade park and into the poshest part of your city you had ever come across. It wasn’t as if where you lived wasn’t posh - because it very much was. It was just this part of your city that was only ever accessed by royalty or people with titles worthy of the same status.
You weren’t walking for too long before you ended up standing outside a small art gallery. You looked up at the Prince with furrowed eyebrows and in return he just gave you a small smile, “Ladies first” he opened the door and allowed you to walk in first, him close behind and shutting the door.
“This place looks closed, are we allowed in here Prince Huang?” You carefully made your way through a small corridor before entering an open spaced area. Completed and half completed paintings sat upon easels awaiting to be finished by their painter. You also noticed a small back section where a chaise lounge stood, a small stool and notepad next to it.
Prince Huang made his way next to you, following your eye line to the back room, “Would you like to take a look, Miss Livingstone?”
Renjun offered his hand which you gratefully took. He walked you over to the back room and gestured for you to take a place in the chaise lounge, you sat down and placed your hands in your lap, clasping your fingers together.
Renjun sat on the stool and picked up the notepad and placed it on his lap, “You’ll paint quite the picture… Will you allow me to?” it was a simple question that he had asked you, yet it made butterflies float around in your stomach, “I believe that you’ll be the most beautiful painting in my gallery Miss Livingstone”
He sure was being the ultimate gentleman, who were you to say no? “Please, Prince Huang, I’ve already allowed you to lose the formality and to call me y/n” you smiled at him, scooting a little further on the lounger to get more comfortable, “I would love for you to paint me. It would be such an honour to be displayed up in here”
Renjun smiled, picking up the small palette of oil paints sitting on the floor next to his stool. With a paintbrush in hand, his eyes kept darting from the paper to your face making sure to get each and every detail about you correct. He wanted this to be his best painting, he thought you deserved it; you somehow had clouded his mind ever since the Suiter Ball last night.
It was strange for him to feel like this, he’s never felt someone capture his attention the way you have. It felt somewhat wrong to be feeling this way so suddenly; he knew that if he wanted this feeling to stay he would have to make a decision sooner rather than later.
Huang Renjun knew for a fact that if he didn’t try to make his way into your life, then some other suiter would come along and whisk you away. He wanted to forbid that to happen. This was his only chance at falling in love before his parents threatened him to an arranged marriage to someone who he doesn’t know nor love.
“You seem unfocused, Prince Huang” you shifted slightly, but not too much so your posture would ruin the painting he was creating of you, “Would you care to share your thoughts? I’ve been told I’m a very good listener”
“You’re not helping my situation, y/n. I’m feeling myself fall deep into your trance and I can’t seem to escape” his words make you frown. Did he not want to be involved with you? If that was the case, then why have you found yourself perched in front of him so he could carry out his hobby? You opened your mouth to say something, but Renjun had gotten there before you, “Please don’t interpret that the wrong way. I promise that knowing you the past night has made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I’ve only seen you once”
That soothed the questions in your mind. He wanted to be around you and your heart fluttered, how can someone have such an effect on you from only just meeting them? “Prince Huang, would it be wrong of me to say I feel the same?”
Renjun stopped the movements of the paintbrush on the paper, his eyes locking with yours, butterflies floating around his stomach. Your breath hitched in your throat; his eyes were so beautiful. He was so beautiful and you wanted him for yourself. Was it too early for feelings such as this? Your mother always told you to follow your heart and do what you thought was best.
You rose from your position on the chaise lounge and made your way over to him, his eyes stayed locked with yours, a small blush rising to your cheeks at the thought of your neck action.
You reached down and pried the notepad, paintbrush and oil paints from his lap to place them on the floor once again. Renjun looked confused but he never asked you why, he just let his hands fall to his sides, his lap now free from objects.
You took a deep breath in before you slowly perched yourself down upon his lap. Both of your eyes going wide once you made contact, you thought that your nervousness would’ve stopped you from doing so and Renjun most definitely wasn’t expecting you to do that.
“y/n?” His voice came out quiet, hushed almost from the close proximity. “What are you doing?”
“I’m incredibly attracted to you Prince Huang. I don’t want other suitors trying to claim me to be their wife, I want you to do that” you broke eye contact as you felt too shy to even be saying this while looking into his deep coloured orbs.
Fingers were placed under your chin to lift up your head, your eyes found their way back to his and the way they twinkled with purpose made you keen for him. You truly felt like he was the one for you. “Prince Huang. Kiss me”
Within a split second of voicing those words, his lips were on yours. Soft and gentle was what you felt and you loved it. His lips were smooth and soft, they almost felt like you were kissing a cloud. His hand moved from under your chin to the side of your head as his free hand moved to your waist, his hands on your body felt so foreign as this was the first time you were being touched this way by a man.
Your hands awkwardly found their way around his neck, fingers tugging gently at the hair gathered on the nap of his neck.
“Are you sure this is something you want, Miss Livingstone?” Renjun pulled away from your lips, allowing the two of you to get some air, “I want you to be positive you want me. I can’t allow you to deflower yourself for something you don’t want”
“I’m sure I want this to happen, Prince Huang” you appreciated the way he was looking out for you as to make sure that you weren’t risking your reputation for something you did not fully want. But what he didn’t know was that you wanted this so badly, even if it meant risking your reputation. “I expect a proposal after this”
The slight teasing tone in your voice signalled to him that you were joking, but some part of him wanted you to be serious. He surely felt as if he should… would be proposing to you anyway based on the connection he feels towards you. “Be careful what you wish for” his voice was hushed, your ears straining to hear him if it wasn’t for the shallow breaths you were taking.
You leaned forward to place your lips on his once again, both of you moving in sync with one another. Renjuns tongue swiped across your bottom lip, a way of asking for entrance which you so happily granted him without any thought.
His tongue felt so foreign inside your mouth, it most definitely was a feeling you were willing to try more with him. You swung your leg over his lap so you were now straddling him, the new position causing your gown to ride up and expose your thighs, your innocent skin being shown off made Renjun’s hand automatically make their way to it, softly rubbing up and down your thighs, a small moan leaving your lips.
Your moan went straight to Renjuns crotch, his dressing trousers tightening too much for his liking. He pulled away from you again and stared down the middle of your bodies at the growing tent in his trousers, “W-woah. I wasn’t expecting that to… um… happen?” your voice sounded embarrassed even though you had no reason to be, you were new to what was happening, “Have you, um. Have you done this before?”
Renjun brought his gaze back up to yours, one hand threading its fingers through your hair whilst the other sneakily moved higher up your thigh until it reached the hem of your underwear, a sharp intake of breath from you made you forget you were even waiting for an answer.
His hand was so close to your private parts that it made you feel dirty. “Can you make me feel good, Prince Huang?” you sounded so innocent and oblivious, that it made him want to rip off your gown and ruin you as he pleases.
“Of course I can Miss Livingstone, since you asked me so nicely” this new demeanor of the Prince made you feel things you thought you’d never be able to feel. Butterflies were floating around in your stomach as you felt his index and middle finger hook under the hem of your underwear, slowly making their way to your core which you have now just realised is feeling very hot and sticky. “Oh wow… you’re very wet”
Your small intakes of breaths showed Renjun that you were enjoying the feeling of his fingers running up and down your wet slit, the pads of his fingers grazing over your clit every so often, eliciting cute whimpers from you.
Your hands around his neck tightened when you felt one finger dip into your entrance, a wave of discomfort came over you before it soon turned into pleasure, his finger began to slowly pump in and out of you. “Oh darling, I can feel your walls sucking my finger in” his words sent a shiver down your spine. No one has ever spoken to you like this.
Without any chance to respond, Renjun inserted another finger to stretch you out for him. The burn of the stretch felt delicious; something you were willing to try out more. “That feels so good” you moaned out at his fingers curling up inside you, touching a certain spot against your walls which you never knew existed, “Do… do that again–“ you gasped out, his fingertips running over your pleasure patch again.
The sensation you were feeling was unknown to you. Your hair was on end, your stomach clenched and tight, your breathing staggered, your eyes scrunched together as a wonderful wave of pleasure courses throughout your veins. Your nerve endings were ablaze as if you were witnessing fireworks for the first time.
Renjun’s fingers left your g-spot to coax you through your orgasm. His fingers were being squeezed by your walls and he wouldn’t let that go unnoticed, “Darling, oh god, you’re squeezing me so tight. Does it feel good?”
His voice had dropped several octaves, “Y-yes” you choked out your answer, finding it hard to form a simple sentence from how high your orgasm had gotten you.
Renjun pulled out his fingers from your core before swiping up across your now swollen clit, applying a small amount of pressure, resulting in your squirming in his lap, pressing yourself against his hardened length. He hissed at the sudden action, retracting his fingers from you entirely, “Okay, okay, darling. I believe it’s time you help me out now, isn’t it?” his eyes glanced down at his crotch and you followed his eyeline.
He swiftly lifted you off his lap, laying you down onto the chaise lounge, pushing your gown until it reached the bottom of your breasts; allowing you to keep some of your modesty even if your bottom half was on full show to him.
He was a Prince and you were the daughter of a Lady and Lord. This current moment in time was something you never thought would be happening, “You seem dazed, Miss Livingstone, is something on your mind?” Prince Huang’s words were in major contrast to what he was doing - his hands diving straight into his dressing trousers, swiftly pulling out his hard member, your eyes automatically going wide at the sheer size of him.
You shook your head in answer to his question, shimmying up the chaise lounge, you allowed him more space to settle between your legs, his eyebrow quirked up at your action since it seemed so natural for you.
“Is it gonna hurt?” your innocence was showing again, despite the fact you had just come on his fingers several seconds ago, “Don’t look at me like that, Prince Huang” a blush rose to your cheeks from the way his lip turned up into a smirk, teasing you for asking such a thing.
“It may indeed hurt you, y/n” Renjun pumped himself once, twice, thrice times before aligning himself up at your dripping entrance, “But given how wonderful you took my fingers, I’m sure in my mind that all you will feel is pure pleasure” he seemed so sure that you would be comfortable and in pleasure, that when he began to push himself inside you, it was like your world was collapsing around you.
Your eyes screwed shut tight, you felt so stretched out that it was deliciously painful. The way his cock slipped into you with such ease was fascinating to him, the feeling of your rippled walls enclosed around him could almost make him cum from just the thought.
“F-feels good” you wanted to tell him how good it felt to be full of him, but you were overwhelmed with all the new feelings that your brain made you speak dumb, “Faster” you whimpered as you began to feel him pull himself out to then push back in again, starting up a stupidly slow rhythm.
Renjun smirked, resting both his elbows aside your head, his hips picking up pace, the sound of skin on skin filling up the small back room of his gallery. “God, if only I knew you were this perfect before I asked you to dance, I think I would have taken you into the gardens to have my way with you” he grunted in your ear, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix ever so perfectly, “I believe your pussy was made for me, y/n. What do you think?”
He asked his question in time with a particular hard thrust that had you mewling with your eyes rolling to the back of your head; one hand gripped the edge of the chaise lounge whilst the other had a hold on Renjuns bicep, the muscle flexing every so often when he felt too good inside you. “Lost for words there? Can’t seem to speak?” his tone condescending as you opened your mouth to answer but all that was leaving were heavy breaths and quick moans.
“G-gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!” your voice suddenly went high pitched at the tight feeling of the band tying together in your lower abdomen, Renjun sneaked a hand down your torso and flicked his fingers across your sensitive bud, “Oh, Prince Huang!” you called out his name as you felt white take over your body.
Birds, rainbows and all things pretty flashed before your eyes, your orgasm making you feel light headed, especially from the way the Prince was chasing his own high and still rubbing his fingers on your clit.
“Oh… o-oh fuck!” Renjun stuttered on his words as his hips followed in action, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he came closer and closer to nearing his high and just as he was about to cum, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you without any idea that you could possibly get pregnant - your mother never taught you the way of the birds and the bees. “y/n? What are you-” his words got cut off with his release spurting out, painting your spasming walls white.
You furrowed your eyebrows together at the weird sensation of being filled up. It was completely different as to what you thought would happen, “Are you okay?” you asked him, your hand coming to caress his cheek, he flinched but still allowed your hand to stay, “Did I do something wrong, Prince Huang?”
Renjun shook his head, sitting up and resting on his heels, he stared between your legs at where the two of you were still connected, his cum starting to seep out of the sides of your pussy as he was still sheathed inside you.
He thought it looked pretty, definitely a sight he would enjoy seeing again, but in different circumstances. “Why did you trap me with your legs as I was about to… um, release?” Renjun slid one hand up and down your thigh, wanting both of you to stay calm, “Do you want to get pregnant so soon, Miss Livingstone?”
Your eyebrows were still furrowed until he ran his thumb across them, untensing them for you, “Pregnant? Oh dear, no! Most certainly not this early on, you still haven’t proposed yet Prince Huang” there it was again. The proposal joke, or so he thought. “Renjun? May I call you Renjun?” he nodded, “I really feel attracted to you. And with what we have just done, I sure hope that it has proved me right, I would love to be married to you, you seem so wonderful-”
Renjun silenced you with a kiss, his lips molding perfectly with yours, it was so easy for him to take your breath away, “I initially panicked when you wrapped your legs around my waist” he pulled back from your lips, “I thought you were trying to get yourself pregnant…”
He trailed off at the end of his sentence, his thoughts running wild at the possibility that you could still end up with a child, “y/n? Have you bled yet?” this question was very personal and you’ve only ever spoken about this subject to Martha and your mother.
You grabbed your gown that was gathered up around your chest to pull down your body, covering yourself from him, “That is a very personal question, why would you ask such a thing!” you moved to sit yourself up on the lounge, Renjun slipping out of you as you did so, the feeling of both of your juices beginning to drip down your inner thigh, “And if you must know, I have just recently come off my moon”
This gave Renjun some peace of mind. It would be unlikely for you to get pregnant so far away from your period - from what he was told and taught by his mother back in China, women ovulate at least ten to fourteen days after their period, so he felt as if you wouldn’t get pregnant - and he was right.
Several days had passed since your rendezvous with Prince Huang in his gallery’s back room. “A penny for your thoughts, dear?” your mothers voice brought you out of your reverie, “What seems to be troubling you?”
Your mother always had a brilliant sense of knowing when something was occupying your mind, especially if it seemed to be distracting you from your daily routine.
“Nothing is troubling me, Mother. I guess I’m just busy thinking of which flowers to choose for the engagement party” you wanted to tell your mother as soon as the Prince proposed to you the next day after the day in his gallery, but he had told you to keep it private so he could collect his personal affairs together.
“Oh darling! That’s wonderful news!” your mother gave you a quick hug before beckoning Martha and other maids to clean the house for a dinner with the Prince and his guardian as his mother - the Queen of China - was still present doing her duties back in his home country.
You felt like you should have kept the secret to yourself for just a little bit longer as you hadn’t seen nor heard from Renjun since the quick proposal. You knew he had a few things to take care of and that he would come to you once he’s finished and that the two of you would celebrate the engagement together with a small amount of friends and family. But something about the thought of being wedded to a Prince just made it that extra bit hard to keep a secret.
The pale blue gown adorning your body was starting to feel restrictive as you sat waiting for Renjun and his guardian to arrive. The celebratory engagement dinner was very sudden and unexpected, so you were configuring up some excuses in your head as to why he was running late.
Your mother glanced towards the grand clock above the mantelpiece in the dining room before taking a sip of wine from the crystal wine glass, “I’m sure we shan’t be waiting too much longer, dearest. Try not to fret”
You nodded your head shallowly, a small, fake smile on your lips, “I don’t think he’ll be arriving any time soon Mother. This doesn’t feel right and I can’t quite put my finger on it” you wanted to be optimistic in this situation, but your gut feeling was telling you something else and you couldn’t understand why. You wanted for his proposal to be meaningful, but from not hearing from him for a few days to now basically being stood up at your own engagement dinner told you otherwise.
“Lady Livingstone, a messenger has come for you” the butler walked in with a fellow gentleman following in behind him, a letter in his hand with a pretty red ribbon secured tightly making sure no one could see the contents.
Your mother nodded her head at the butler, watching him step to the side to allow the gentleman to speak up, “I have a letter here addressed to a ‘Miss y/n Livingstone’. I believe that is your daughter?” the gentleman gestured towards you and your mother nodded her head, giving permission for the man to hand over the letter, “I was told to instruct you to read it in private” the man quietened his voice down before bidding goodbye and leaving the house.
“May I…?” you asked your mother without stating what you wanted, but your mother knew you well enough to know what you were planning on asking.
Seconds later you found yourself locking your bedroom door, hurriedly tugging at the ends of the red ribbon to open up the letter. Your heart was in your stomach as you began to read the words written beautifully on the paper - quite a contrast to what the words were actually saying.
‘Dear Miss y/n Livingstone,
It has been such a pleasure knowing you and being involved in such a small portion of your life, but unfortunately by now you must know that my proposal to you wasn’t that of truth. I had to find a way to escape the madness of my life back in my home country, and I would like to thank you for doing just that for me.
I know this seems incredibly vulgar of me to have taken your most precious moment from you in my gallery, I should have been more precarious with you; but I would like you to know that it meant a great deal to me. You were wonderful and everything I hoped for, but the more I sit down and think of my future as the King of China, I just know that I wouldn’t be able to handle the thought of you being subsided as Queen.
My mother had already planned for me to marry someone before I left to come over here. I didn’t want to live a miserable life within an arranged marriage, but it will be the better option here than to allow me to ruin you and your trust in men and family.
Please accept my sincere apologies. I wish you the best during this social season, you deserve happiness and fortune. Good luck Miss y/n Livingstone.
Sincerely Prince Renjun Huang, of Jilin City, China’
To say you were devastated was the understatement of the century. You felt betrayed. Heartbroken. Unworthy. The list could go on with how you were feeling, you honestly didn’t know how you could feel so many emotions at a time.
“Miss y/n? Is everything okay?” Martha called out from behind your locked door, she had heard you crying as she was walking up the stairs, “Miss y/n, please open up”
You didn’t even realise you were crying until Martha had knocked. You got up from the end of your bed to unlock your door, pulling it open slowly so you didn’t feel ambushed by your maid pushing her way through the doorway to make sure you were okay. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Just read the letter for yourself” you shoved the letter into her hands, immediately biting your lip to stop yourself from crying anymore. Renjun didn’t deserve your tears, he was the one who made a mistake, not you. “Gosh. I feel so ridiculous, Martha! How could I not have accustomed to him lying about how he felt?”
“Please don’t be so harsh on yourself, Miss. It’s his fault for making you feel like this, try not to think too much about it, I’m sure there will be plenty of callers coming your way soon!” Martha always tried to make the best of a bad situation, you appreciated her for that.
You smiled weakly, “I guess that will be the only upside to this” you reached for the letter in her hands and stuffed it inside a box before securely locking it and throwing the key away in some drawer which never gets looked in.
“Let’s get you ready for bed” Martha began pulling out your night garments as you took off your jewellery, eager to just go to sleep and to put everything to bed.
Birds were chirping, the sun was shining bright. You were feeling super melancholy. The weather was such a contrast to how you woke up feeling. You just wished you could forget about it, but unfortunately you couldn’t; it was as if it was etched into your mind.
A knock sounded on your door, “Miss y/n, you have someone here to see you” Martha had opened and allowed a gentleman to enter your room.
You scurried out of bed and quickly wrapped yourself in your silk bedroom robe, “What do you-“
Your eyes locked with those beautiful dark orbs again. Your breath knocked out of your lungs, your heart racing and blood boiling. How dare he have the audacity to come and see you after sending that letter. Did he forget what he said and did? Or was he just trying to make you feel worse? If only you had the answer to it.
“Good morning Miss Livingstone, I hope you slept well” Prince Huang bowed gently as he flashed you a small smile, the tenderness of his voice making you want to scream.
You wanted him out of your room, out of your house and out of your life. How dare he humiliate you through a piece of paper and show up the next morning. “I was hoping we could have a talk?I changed my mind and I want you to be my Queen”
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hiya lovely, may i request a scenario type thingy in which park jisung (nct) and his s/o adopt a dog together?? 🥺🥺💕💕
Adopting A Puppy - PJS
• pairings: park jisung x fem!reader • genre: boyfriend!jisung, fluff • warnings: none • word count: 1.2k • summary: you wanted to drag your boyfriend down the the adoption shelter ever since chenle had gotten daegal. so after waiting for jisung to finish dance practice, you dragged him down to the shelter and picked out a cute puppy to look after together. • author’s note: this request was so cute! i should really write more jisung content soon, i love writing about him sad face. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You told Jisung to meet you outside the cafe you guys normally hang out at on his days off. He was confused as to why you wanted to meet outside instead of you waiting for him at your regular booth table near the back of the cafe, a nice secluded area for the two of you enjoy some time together.
You looked at the watch on your wrist which Jisung had gifted to you on your four month anniversary, you didn’t want him to splurge on you but that boy had insisted on it.
The time read 16:58PM. Only a measly thirty two minutes were left before the dog shelter shut, and he was running late. You couldn’t blame him though, sometimes practice or studio sessions tended to run over time, so you always let him off.
“I’m so sorry!” An out of breath boy appeared next to you, his tall height and fashion sense giving away who it was, “The boys wanted to do one more round of practice before heading out. Renjun threatened me with a butter knife so I couldn’t leave” the thought of seeing the smaller, yet older, boy hold your boyfriend at butter knife point made you giggle.
“Don’t worry” you grabbed a hold of his hand as you began speed walking down the path, “The shelter will close soon, so we gotta hurry”
Even though Jisung had come straight from dance practice, to jogging to meet you at the cafe, he took charge and ended up dragging you down the street to where the dog shelter was plotted. Only twenty minutes now left before closing time.
Once the two of you had ran enough until you were standing by the entrance of the shelter, you were visibly out of breath. Your boyfriend however, given that he’s a dancer, seemed to have stable breathing and looked as if he hadn’t just run down the street in a hurry.
Jisung let go of your hand and pushed open the door, a small bell chiming by the top to signal that someone has entered the shelter premises.
“Good afternoon! Is there anything I can help you with?” The shelter employee greeted Jisung as you followed in behind him, gazing around the main room seeing all the different brands of dog food, dog toys and dog care products.
“Um… I don’t actually know why we’re here” Jisung began to look confused, “She told me the dog shelter was about to close and I dragged her all the way here without even asking why she wants to come here” you tried not to laugh at him explaining why you’re at the shelter, maybe it was time you stepped in.
“We’ve come to adopt a puppy!” You declared, moving from behind Jisung so you were now in eye sight of the employee.
The employee smiled, “Well that’s great! Come this way and I’ll take you to the kennels” the shelter employee moved from behind the till counter and made a beeline for an open doorway where the dog kennels were located.
Jisung stared at you with wide eyes, “We- we’re adopting a dog together?”
You nodded with a big smile on your face, “Duh! Why else would I want to come here?” You grabbed his hand and walked with him outback to the dog kennels; your eyes glistening at how adorable they were.
A part of you felt sad and distressed that so many dogs wouldn’t find a home or the fact that they were brought here made your heart hurt. But you decided to focus on doing a Samaritan thing by adopting one, making one dog happy is better than making no dog happy.
“You said you wanted to adopt a puppy?” The employee kept on walking down the corridor until stopping by a little play pen, which had a bunch of little puppies running about or chewing a toy with their small, cute teeth. “This is where we let our rescue puppies run about when it’s too cold to let them play outside”
You looked up at Jisung and saw his bottom lip jut out. You knew that he wanted to have his own pet ever since Chenle had gotten Daegal.
“There’s so many of them…” you knew that he would begin to get sad if he ever found out how many puppies were actually brought in each week, and from what he could tell, there were about ten or twelve puppies already in the play pen.
“Um, yeah. We want to adopt a puppy” you moved closer to the play pen, your hand falling out of Jisung’s grip as you went. “They’re all so cute, it’s so hard to choose!” You cooed at how the puppies played with each other; some were chewing on each others ears, some were chasing their tails and others were getting fed up of playing and decided to take a nap.
Jisung stepped next to you, reaching down into the play pen and letting a white, curly furred puppy lick his hand, “I love them”
He looked so invested in the white puppy that he wouldn’t take another glance at any of the others, “Sungie, at least take some interest in the others. For all you know, you might like another one better”
He shook his head, “This one is too cute. Does this puppy have a name?” The employee glanced at the dog and nodded their head.
“Ah yes, he’s called Jax” you pouted at how cute the name was, but you also wanted to see the other puppies, but unfortunately for you, Jisung had already made his mind up. “Is this the one you want to adopt?”
Jisung stood up straight and put his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans, “Yeah, I wanna adopt this one” he had a smile on his face. You knew he wouldn’t change his mind about the thought of even looking at another puppy, but you had to admit, Jax was super adorable.
You linked your arm through his, “Yeah, we’ll adopt little Jax. He looks just like Daegal, they could almost be twins!” You smiled up at your significantly taller boyfriend, seeing him smile back at you.
The shelter employee nodded their head, “Absolutely! Please come this way” you both followed the employee back into the main store room before filling out some paperwork and buying the essentials for a puppy. “I wish you kids well and thank you for adopting Jax, he’ll love you two”
You thanked the employee and watched Jisung grab the dog leash from their hand, his eyes trained on the way the little white puppy wagged his tail now being in a happy little family.
“The guys are gonna love him!” You squealed in excitement, “Especially Daegal, I’m sure the two of them will be best friends” you giggled at the thought of the two puppies playing together and going on walks. Adopting this puppy was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made; it brought you and Jisung closer and you both shared the love for dogs, it was a win-win situation.
“Let’s hurry up back to the dorm and show everyone” Jisung began walking with Jax and you down the street, smiling widely every time he heard a small bark. “Best decision ever”
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• pairings: lee jeno x fem!reader • genre: boyfriend!jeno, smut, angst • warnings: jealousy, roughness, smut, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm, dom!jeno, public scenes (cinema toilet) • word count: 1.5k • summary: your boyfriend gets jealous over the fact the cashier was checking you out… and that you knew his name - from the name tag, of course. jealousy comes with lust and lust comes with getting shoved in a cinema toilet, hey ho, all is well. • author’s note: thank you so much for 630+ followers! p.s this fic is pretty old, so excuse how badly this is written lol. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
It was your weekly date night, and it was Jeno’s turn to choose and plan the date.You guys took it in turns to choose where or what the two of you did each week, it only made sense to do it that way so your date night wouldn’t get boring - and plus, it’s more fun not knowing what the other has planned.
Tonight, your boyfriend had picked you up at your apartment to take you to the cinema - there was this new erotic film that you had taken a liking to after you had seen the trailer and a few clips trending around on Twitter and TikTok.
Jeno doesn’t tend to like watching those films, so when he arrived at yours and told you where the two of you were having your date tonight, you were a little shocked to say the least as whenever you would try to get him to watch a film with any form of sex in it, he would create and moan about it.
When you arrived at the cinema, you reached for Jeno’s hand as you walked up to the till to order some drinks and a few snacks. The employee working behind the till was a young and an attractive young man, you couldn’t lie about that. You looked at the name tag clipped onto the front of his shirt, the name read ‘Jaemin’, he was indeed attractive and you just so happened to have caught his eye. Your boyfriend obviously noticed that the cashier was eyeing you up, and you seemed to be enjoying it considering the light blush glowing across your cheeks.
“Can we just get a large Fanta and a medium sweet popcorn?” Jeno rested one arm against the counter as the other arm draped around your shoulders after he let go of your hand, “And could you also stop ogling at my girlfriend?” He tilted his head to the side before Jaemin, the cashier, got to work on your order.
Once the cashier had placed your order on the counter top in front of Jeno, he pulled out his credit card and placed it on the card machine as it was contactless pay.“I could’ve got that” you said to him as you grabbed the large drink before he grabbed the popcorn.
Jeno only shrugged his shoulders at you in response, “I didn’t like how he was looking at you”
You had to raise your head at him since he was taller than you, “Who? Jaemin the cashier? He was just looking at me, it wasn’t as if he was trying to get my number or something”you let out a small giggle at how he was starting to get grumpy.
“Jaemin? Is that his name? How do you know that?” Jeno stared down at you with angry eyes, you didn’t understand why he was getting angry at you for looking at his name tag, “Do you know him or what?”
You shook your head quickly, “I only looked at his name tag, jeez Jen, you need to calm down” you started to make your way down the hallway to get to the correct screen room, but a strong grip was felt on the back of your neck, “J-Jeno, what are you doing?” you stuttered out his name as he was never this harsh with you in public, only in the bedroom.
You thanked the lords above that there was no one around the you at this precise moment because if there had been, they’d either get scared or want to help you since it looked rough.
Jeno pushed you forward by your neck until the two of you stood outside the door of the singular restroom,“Open it” his voice was blunt and dull, he wasn’t showing much emotion apart from anger.
You did as you were told. When you opened the door you got pushed in, Jeno followed in swiftly behind you, shutting and locking the door. He grabbed the drink from your hand as he was placing the popcorn on the floor, the drink next to it.
“Jen, what has gotten into you? Why are you being like this?” you furrowed your eyebrows as you brought a hand to the back of your neck, gently rubbing it after the force your boyfriend took on you, “Is it because you’re jealous? I only knew his name because I looked at his name tag, it’s nothing serious. Can we get out of this toilet, I want to go watch this film”
Jeno watched you as you rubbed your neck, “We’re staying in here, you were trying to make me jealous on purpose” he crossed his arms over his muscular chest; his biceps protruding through his long sleeved top, your eyes found their way to them as they were just calling out your name.
“Babe, please. I just want to go watch the film” you stomped your foot down on the ground as an annoyed whine left your mouth, “Just hurry up and do whatever you’re planning to do so we can watch this film like we’re supposed to be doing”
At your words, Jeno surged forwards towards you and grabbed you by your throat, pushing you up against the tiled wall, his other hand sliding up your inner thigh to press his fingers against the small wet spot on your thin panties under your skirt.
“J-Jen” you bit down on your bottom lip as his fingers pushed your panties away to the side, “S-stop, what if someone wants to come in here?” you breathed out as his hand around your neck tightened.
“You wanted me to hurry up, so shut up and stop complaining” Jeno’s fingers pushed through your pussy lips to gather the slick that was dripping out of you before dragging his fingers forward to circle your clit, he could feel it getting more swollen with each circle he did. “Oh baby, you’re absolutely dripping”
You closed your eyes and shook your head in denial, you didn’t want to admit that him being rough with you in a cinema toilet made you want him even more than you ever had before.
You moved your hand to wrap around the wrist which was gripping your neck, “Make me cum as quick as you can, I just want you to do something already” you opened your eyes to look into your boyfriend’s ones - his once deep honey coloured eyes were now a dark brown, almost a black colour.
Jeno stopped circling your clit and pushed his fingers inside your clenching pussy. You were clenching around nothing from how aroused you were getting.
His middle and ring finger were pumping in and out of you at such a slow pace that Jeno could feel your slick dripping down his hand and onto the floor beneath you, “Fuck, Jen, stop teasing me” he curls his fingers inside you trying to find your pleasure patch and when he does, he abuses it until your knees buckle beneath you.
“Can’t stand straight, baby?” Jeno smirks as he presses his forehead against your slightly sweaty one, “I’ll help you out” he releases the grip on your neck and picks you up with one hand, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist - he pushes your body further onto the tiled wall to keep you upright.
The way his fingertips were rubbing against your g-spot sent you into pure bliss, your eyes were rolling into the back of your head before you whimpered out your boyfriend’s name,“Jeno, right there, I’m gonna c-cum” your legs were practically shaking around him as you felt his fingers speeding up there ministrations inside your pussy walls.
“Cum for me baby” Jeno whispered against your neck before he pulled his digits out of you to quickly flick his fingers onto your clit making you cum as soon as his words left his lips.
The feeling of your nerve endings go on fire was such a euphoric feeling, Jeno’s fingers on your clit sent you overboard as the orgasm flowing through you made you see stars, “Fuck! Jeno!” you screamed out those words repeatedly over and over again, your pussy and clit felt sore from how quick you came but nonetheless did it feel amazing.
“You did so well for me baby, looks like you need to make me jealous more often” Jeno retracts his hand away from you as he sets you down onto the floor, he pushes his fingers into his mouth to lap up your juices that covered his hand. “Don’t try me again or I’ll do this in public next time, understood?”
You nodded your head quickly before sliding down the wall, bringing your knees up to your chest, your body feeling weak all over as you tried to gain normality, “I promise Jen, I didn’t intend to make you jealous but it’ll never happen again”
“Good girl” he walks towards the toilet door, “Now, shall we go watch this film?”
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• pairings: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader • genre: boss!jaehyun, suggestive, slight angst • warnings: broken elevator, kissing • word count: 1.3k • summary: working for your boss, who happened to be your enemy, always gave you a hard time and got you to do more than the other employees. also, getting stuck in an elevator with him still didn’t get him to relax on your heavy work load. a girl can wish. • author’s note: this sux and idc anymore lol. but happy jaehyun day! • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You loved your life, your job, your friends, your family, your fortune, your insane penthouse apartment but there was this one thing that kept you from reaching that top point of happiness. And the one thing keeping you from getting there was your boss; the one and only Jung Jaehyun. Your long time enemy. How amazing is that for you?
Said stupid enemy always made your life at work a living hell. He would make sure to keep you working overtime at least three days a week, would give you stupid amounts of paperwork to complete in a certain amount of time or he said that you would have to take it home and complete it for the next day, he would make you organise his filing cabinets twice a week (all in different ways just to be so goddamn difficult). The list goes on and on, you didn’t have time to keep on counting the times he wanted you to do his work.
When you entered the building you worked at - JUNG INC. CORP MEETS. - the pretty platinum blonde receptionist greeted you with a flashy smile and a flappy wave in which you returned a politeful nod of your head and a dimmed down version of her wave.
You walked over to the elevators; there were four elevators and you never understood why your boss had put so many of them in, hardly anyone used more than two, it was beyond overreached. Adjusting the strap of your Louis Vuitton handbag on your shoulder, you pressed the ‘UP’ button on the first elevator - it immediately pinged open and you happily stepped into the metal box with marble flooring and mirrored walls.
You pressed the button for floor 12 and waited patiently for the doors to close, just as they were about to shut, a hand came between them and stopped them from closing. The hand was beautiful. You knew straight away whose hand that belonged to and you felt the pit of your stomach flip in annoyance. “Well well well, look who it is” his body came into your full view, “Little Miss y/n”
You rolled your eyes and gripped onto the handles of your handbag, “Morning, sir”you spoke, trying to keep your professionalism in his presence.
He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to his office. Yes, he really had his own button just for the floor where his office was located. How much more of a dick could this guy be? Well lucky for you, you’re about to find out: “y/n, I’m going to need you to stay overtime. Only because you didn’t finish the document you had started last night” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
You gripped your handbag tighter as you watched the elevator doors finally close, “Are you sure sir? I’m positive that someone else could do the document instead of me. Afterall, I’m not the only one in my department capable of doing the tasks you set me”
“Please, call me Jaehyun - sir has a certain effect on me that I’d rather not have, especially when it comes from you”his voice hushed at during the end of his sentence. Once again, you roll your eyes at this idiotic human being.
The elevator finally started moving and you thanked the lords in heaven above as your floor came first, but the lords weren’t on your side today - after going up a few floors, the elevator decided to crash and stop moving midway. The two of your bodies bumped into each other from the sudden motion; you immediately pushed him away from you with a grimace expression on your face.
Jaehyun straightened his shirt and suit jacket, “What’s with that look on your face? I’m not that bad of a body to be pressed against”he ran his beautiful hand through his hair before resting against the mirrored wall, gripping his hand on the bar running around the elevator.
You watched him press his foot against the wall and you couldn’t help but notice how the muscles in his thigh flexed so majestically. You had to snap yourself out of your daze as that thigh was attached to the worst person you know. “Ugh, I just didn’t want my boss to be practically on top of me” you rolled your eyes again - if you kept it up at this rate, you would end up rolling your eyes out of your head.
Jaehyun shook his head with a slight smirk on his lips, “Miss y/n, you do realise that this elevator has stopped working and we’ll most likely be stuck in here for some time, so just let it out” he crossed his muscular arms over his - once again - muscular chest, “I’ve known for a very long time that you haven’t had the highest opinion of me; but I want to let you know that I think very highly of you”
You looked down at the marble floor, not knowing how to react. You wanted to deny what he was saying since you really needed to keep this job to stop your life from falling apart, but you actually do not like him one bit whatsoever. “Sir - I mean, Jaehyun. I believe you must have me mixed up with one of your other employees, I also have a high opinion of you and most definitely not a bad one” you gave him a quick smile as you just lied through the skin of your teeth.
Jaehyun knew you were lying. It was evident in your tone and body language. “If you say so, Miss y/n.” he nodded his head and just stared at you, waiting for you to crack in his presence. “If you also have a high opinion of me, I guess you wouldn’t mind me doing this then”
“Sir-” you tried to speak but before you know it, Jaehyun is pushing himself off the elevator wall and grabbing you from either side of your head and pressing his ever so soft lips against your own. Your eyes almost bulged out their sockets from his sudden action - you wanted him to get off you, but then another part wanted to keep his lips pressed against you forever.
Jaehyun slowly moved his fingers to the nap of your neck and tugged your hair to get you to lean up into him, you didn’t want the kiss to end despite your hatred for this guy. You had to get him off you before you regret it. You quickly gripped his wrists and yanked them away from your head, causing Jaehyun to look down at you with a confused look in his eyes. “Did- um, did you not like the kiss?” he seemed to have gone awfully shy around you now.
You swallowed a thick thump that was in your throat, “Sir, that was highly unprofessional. You’re my boss-”
“I don’t care if I’m your boss. It’s not like anyone else can get you fired for sleeping with hierarchy in the business. I’m as high as it can get” Jaehyunstated. You didn’t know what to do nor say at this point; you never expected in a million years to have been kissed by your boss whilst being stuck in an elevator.
A few moments later and the machine began to start moving again; once again causing your bodies to crash into one another. This time Jaehyun made sure to keep his arms around you so you couldn’t shy away from him. “Jaehyun, the doors will open and someone will see us. Like you said, I don’t have a high opinion of you, I’m sorry”you wriggled out of his grasp and clung to your handbag as soon as the doors opened.
You stepped out of the elevator and looked over your shoulder at Jaehyun who was just standing there with a solemn look on his face, “I’m sorry Sir, I guess I’ll see you in the next meeting” you gave him one last smile before you walked down the hallway to your office.
The elevator doors closed as Jaehyun watched you walk off. “That’s it. She’s fired”
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• pairings: mark lee x fem!reader • genre: smut, slight angst, boyfriend!mark • warnings: swearing, cheating accusation, smut, teasing, palming, sub!mark, blowjob, facial, cum eating? (mark pushes his cum in your mouth) • word count: 1.7k • summary: lockdown was getting boring for you, deep sigh. and watching couple pranks on youtube seemed to be a good pass time for you. pulling the prank was all fun and games until someone gets the wrong idea… • author’s note: this story is a wreck and all over the place, it does read easily and well, so im not bothered about that. but anyways, hope you enjoy. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You were just laying down on your bed, hugging a body pillow as you watched RuPauls’s Drag Race for the thousandth time this quarantine. You were honestly starting to lose your mind and getting bored of being stuck indoors for months on end and even though the weather was cold, you wanted to go outside but you still weren’t exactly allowed out unless you were keeping the safety measures, but with everyone being stupid and not sticking to the two metres apart you had to stay at home and bask in your own company along with your boyfriends.
You were quoting the TV show word for word considering the amount of times you’ve seen it, but you were beginning to get bored so you grabbed your phone from your dressing table and scrolled through Instagram - on your secret stan account - and you came across an imagine with the title ‘Hickey Prank on your Boyfriend’.
You read through the whole imagine and you were giggling at a few parts which you found funny at how the boyfriend, in this case it was a Nakamota Yuta imagine, was acting throughout - the imagine gave you an idea to try it on Mark Lee, your boyfriend, reading it through words was funny enough but seeing it in person would be so much better.
You got up off your bed and headed to your dressing table where you kept your makeup in drawers, pulling open the third drawer; where you kept your eyeshadow palettes, you picked a palette which had the most hickey-like colours.
There was a range of purples, red and blues to help make the hickey seem as realistic as possible. You grabbed a small blending brush and decided you’d place the fake hickey just atop of your right breast where Mark always leaves his hickeys; he had a thing of marking you only where he could see it, neck hickeys to him were ‘overrated’.
You applied the eyeshadow onto your breast and made sure to make it obvious but not so much as to where he’d see it straight away. Since you were wearing a Calvin Klein bra, it acted as a small crop top so this was to your advantage.
After you were done applying the makeup, you checked yourself in your floor length mirror behind your bedroom door; giving a nod of satisfaction at your work, it looked quite real if you were going to be honest, fingers crossed that your plan works.
Mark should be home in a few minutes - he spent most of the day at the SM building filming dance practice videos and finalising songs and ideas for their new Japanese album, he was so excited to get everything finalised that it’s all he ever talks about, you love his passion for music and how he portrays his feelings and emotions through small melodies, it really fascinated you.
As you walked out of your bedroom, you heard the front door of your house open, “y/n! I’m back, where are you?” your boyfriend called out to you after closing the door behind him. You jogged down the stairs and greeted him with a hug, “Hey, baby, did you miss me?” he wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to giggle.
You swatted his arm, “Of course I missed you, silly” you spun around and headed into the living room, plopping yourself down onto the sofa with a happy Mark following you pronto, “Why are you all happy? Did you get everything finished today?” you asked as you turned your body to him, your cleavage on show.
Mark grabbed your hands in his before placing kisses all over them, “We got the album cover printed and the last song recorded, that’s why I’m so happy-” he furrowed his eyebrows as he had caught a glimpse of your right breast, “y/n? What’s that on your boob?” Mark let go of your hands and crossed his arms, “Is that a hickey?”
He noticed the ‘hickey’ on your skin and you didn’t know how to react, reading the imagine was one thing but actually going through it in real life seemed so much more difficult to play off. “y/n, are you gonna answer me or not?”
“I- Mark, it’s not what it seems like” you gushed out your words, obviously saying the most cliche phrase possible, it most definitely will seem what it is like - even though you never cheated. “It doesn’t mean anything! I promise!”
Mark pushed himself off the couch, “Bull fucking shit! You cheated on me whilst I was out. What kind of sick person does that? Why am I even here? You obviously don’t love me anymore-” just as he was about to storm out of your house, you grabbed him by the wrist. “Get off me-”
“It’s fake! It’s not real, baby!” you rubbed your hand over the fake hickey and it came off in the palm of your hands, “See? It was only makeup, I’m so so sorry for doing that, I would never cheat on you”
Mark’s tense body softened as soon as you corrected his misunderstanding,“I didn’t mean to accuse you of cheating, I just wasn’t expecting to see a hickey on your boob” he let out a soft chuckle before pulling you into an embrace, “You gotta make it up to me now, scaring me like that for the fun of it”
You slid down and out of his grip until you landed on your knees, “I know just the way to make it up to you” you gave him a small smirk, your hands gripped the waistband of his black skinny jeans, “Let me make it up to you real good, accept my apology” you yanked down his jeans causing him to falter in his balance; he quickly regained his posture as he was getting aroused at how you were handling him.
You palmed him through his boxers, feeling his member get harder as you continued, “Does that feel good?” you hummed, looking up at him through your lashes, “It seems like it feels good, baby” your hand was gripping and teasing his member through the thin material, a small whimper fell from his cherry lips.
“It feels so good, baby, don’t stop” Mark was falling into your submission; most of the time he was the dominant one in the relationship, but on rare days he’ll be the most softest and cutest bunny you ever laid eyes on that you just couldn’t help but take advantage of it - he admitted at one point that he liked you being in control, today was one of those days where he liked it just a little bit extra.
You palmed his hardened member to tease him just for a little longer before you stopped altogether, “Why’d you stop?” Mark whined, moving his hand inside his boxers to pull his member free for you to see, “Keep going”
You raised an eyebrow at his eagerness for you to continue pleasuring him, “I’ll keep going, baby, just relax for me”you spoke to him in a sultry voice, keeping the mood low and sexual.
You pulled his hand away from his member before replacing it with yours, your delicate fingers wrapping around him with the perfect amount of pressure. You spat on his member to lube it up before you began to pump him, as you rounded your fingers around his sensitive tip you brought your lips down and gave him kitten licks against his slit. “F-fuck” Mark’s hips jerked forward but you dodged him before looking back up at him.
“Someone’s feeling sensitive today, hm?”you smirked up at him before you took his tip into your warm, wet mouth, sucking and rolling your tongue against him; his hips kept jerking forward into your mouth, the feeling of your tongue and mouth around him sent him into euphoria, it honestly felt good to have him in your mouth too.
Mark’s hands come flying to your hair as you push the rest of his member into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat causing your eyes to water. “You feel so good, holy shit” his voice came out all wavered, you flattened your tongue on his underside vein, dragging your mouth up and coming off him with a pop.
The taste of his precum on your tongue was salty; you hadn’t tasted him in such a long time due to him being so busy with him promoting and doing show events for their recent comeback, and now that you have him in the palm of your hands you were excited. “I’m going to drain you so well” you giggled to yourself before taking his member back in your mouth and bobbing your head up and down at a fast pace.
Mark’s grip in your hair tightened, his hands guiding you as you sucked him. “I’m g-gonna cum, baby” he stuttered out, his knees faltering every so often as his body became weak from nearing his release, “You’re so g-good at t-this” his eyes started to roll as he felt his balls tighten.
You heard how he was close and you wanted him to shoot his seed down your throat, you were hungry for him. You pulled yourself off of him before using your hand and spit to pump him to his end; his tip was swollen and red from the oversensitivity, “Cum for me, Mark, I wanna see you become a mess”
At your words of encouragement, Mark came all over your face, you stuck your tongue out to catch as much of his seed as you could - his hands came loose in your hair, you watched his whole body go limp as he fell to his knees in front of you,“You look pretty covered in my cum”he swiped his thumb over your cheek before pushing his digit into your mouth for you to suck.
“And you taste so good” you pulled his hand from your face and held his hand, “I hope you’ve accepted my apology? Or do I have to pleasure you even more?” you tilted your head to the side.
Mark shook his head as he let out a small chuckle, “I accept your apology, y/n, but I’m gonna take you up on that offer”
• pairings: na jaemin x fem!reader • genre: nonidol!au, fuckbuddy!jaemin, slight angst, suggestive • warnings: swearing, jealousy, parties (pre-covid), kissing, hickey’s, grinding • word count: 1.6k • summary: you were getting tired of being just a girl he goes to for a quick fuck, you wanted more and the only way you could get that, is to grind on a boy he’s not very fond of. was it a good idea to ask for more? • author’s note: this is another playlist fic! to see what the other writers have written, go to the bottom of my masterlist :) i hope you enjoy! • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist: @catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
‘Cause I can’t take it no more
Jaemin was sitting on the couch, watching you grind your body against his best friend. He knew that you were doing this on purpose just to spite how he had been behaving recently, he couldn’t blame you for doing this, but the fact that you knew he was watching made him even more angry and jealous.
You wrapped your arms around Jeno’s neck, bringing your bodies closer together - as if you weren’t already close enough - “I apologise in advance if I get you in trouble with him, I just have to teach him a lesson” You apologised to him for the trouble you’re causing both him and you by your dancing, if only your boyfriend, who isn’t your boyfriend, didn’t hang around with all his past friends with benefits each week then you wouldn’t be in this situation.
“It’s all good y/n” Jeno smiled at you, moving his hands down to your waist, “I’m happy to help you set him straight”
You could feel Jaemin’s eyes bore into the back of your head, you wanted to look at him so badly just to see how angry he was, but you knew that’s what he wants you to. Maybe you should tone it down a little? But from the way you knew Jaemin would be all over you afterwards was telling you to keep going.
“He’s really giving us both the evils” Jeno laughed but you could tell he was beginning to get nervous; he didn’t want to ruin his friendship.
“Oh please, he’s just doing that to make you fold under pressure. He’ll stop being a dick soon” you smiled up at him, threading your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck - something you always did to Jaemin after the two of you cuddled after sex. “Okay, I’m gonna turn around and push my ass against you, I’m hoping that’ll set him off. Ready?”
“Not really- o-oh” Jeno’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt your ass push against his crotch, he tried so hard to think of anything but the feel of your ass against him, just as he was about to sport a heavy boner Jaemin (un)fortunately stormed over and gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you out of the living room and into whatever vacant room he could find down the corridor.
Your eyes were wide as you got pushed inside a bedroom, “Why did you drag me away? I was having fun” you fake pouted at him, urking him even more.
All you received in response was a roll of his eyes and a small grunt. You smirked to yourself; proud that you had accomplished what you came to do, “Now you know how it feels. It’s not nice is it?” You tilted your head to the side as you crossed your arms over your chest, your cleavage unintentionally getting enhanced.
“Fucking hell y/n, is that what that was?” Jaemin glared at you, slamming the door shut behind him, “Were you doing that just to piss me off?” You were still smirking at him, the nodding of your head making his blood boil more than it should.
No you ain’t like them bitches
Tell them hoes adios
“Of course I was doing that to piss you off” the smirk had now disappeared from your lips, your face now showcasing an annoyed expression. “I’m getting so fucked off with you seeing your old fuck buddies, do you even realise how bad that makes me feel?” You watched Jaemin’s expression go soft before it quickly matched your annoyed one, “What am I even saying? Of course you don’t. You’re so full of yourself that you don’t realise what you have in front of you!”
“Oh yeah? What’s that then, go on, tell me” He was testing you and you knew it, you wanted to shout at him that you had fallen in love but god forbid he would feel the same way.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in before slowly letting it out, “Me, Jaemin, you have me” your voice came out more calm than you actually had expected it to. It was a sharp contrast compared to the shouting you were just swinging back and forth at each other.
His eyes stared right at you. He very much knew what you were going to say, he was hoping you would say yourself too.
He wished upon his lucky star each night it shone in the night sky that you would be into him the same way he’s into you - how he was treating you wasn’t exactly what he was planning for. He wanted to treat you like his girlfriend, but you guys never even talked about being exclusive with one another that he just thought it was like his old flings; hence the reason why he kept seeing his past friends with benefits when the two of you weren’t spending time with each other.
Jaemin copied your action and breathed in, “You’re not like them, you know? You don’t need to feel bad about yourself when I hang out with those girls, you’re way better than they’ll ever be, okay?” His anger now subsiding, his demeanour turning into a calm and collected one, “Best believe you’re nothing like them”
Leave them shits at the door
Dior falls on the floor
You uncrossed your arms to let them fall down to your sides, you weren’t expecting him to be civil about this, “Then why do you even hang out with them if you know I’m better?” He’s got you believing you’re better than his fuck buddies - does he not know how much this is going to hurt you if he’s joking? “Don’t tell me you’re playing with me right now, I don’t want to be one of those flings you have. I want more”
Jaemin stepped closer to you, bringing his hand to caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against the apple of your cheek, “I only hang out with them to get you off my mind y/n. You’re all that I can think about and they were the only distraction I could use”
“No listen to me” his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, his other hand finding its home on your waist, “I know I’ve been a complete jerk to you, that’s on me, but you best fucking believe I want you just as much as you want me” his eyes were searching yours like he was trying to find an answer he so desperately wanted from you.
“Really?” Your voice was quiet, not knowing how to process the fact he wanted to be with you too. “I’m thanking my lucky star for this” you smiled up at him.
“I’ve been wishing on my lucky star every night for you, I deserve this. We deserve this” Jaemin whispered against your lips as he had now moved his face incredibly closer to yours, his lips ghosting over your own as he spoke to you. This was all you ever wanted and more. “Fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad right now”
Without saying another word, you pressed your lips against his. Immediately you felt him push his body against yours, your hands finding their way around his neck to draw him in closer to you.
The two of you have kissed many times before, but this kiss felt like something completely different - it held emotion and you were pretty sure that Jaemin could feel it too, his kisses were much softer this time and you didn’t want to stop kissing him. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, but the moment you did that Jaemin pulled away, swiping his tongue across your lower lip the catch the string of saliva connecting the two of you.
I swear we been here before
Jaemin just stares down at you, his eyes looking deep into yours, “What?” You furrow your brows at him.
“I’m getting deja vu” he frowned down at you, wondering why on earth he felt like he’s been in this situation before… And that’s when he realised it. One of his exes had been feeling jealous and insecure with the fact he was hanging out with you, so he assured her that nothing was going on and that he only wanted her; now how was he going to say that to you?
He didn’t, he kept it a secret. It’s not like you needed to know anyway… Right?
You watched him as he just continued to stare at you, obvious that he was running loose in his train of thought, “Jaem? What are you getting deja vu about-“
“Nothing” he mumbled as he pulled himself out of his trance, shoving his face between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, softly suckling a group of love bites to your clean canvas of skin. You wanted to know what he was getting reminded of, but the way his lips felt against the sensitive skin of your neck made you dismiss it.
You tilted your head to the side to give Jaemin more access to your neck. His tongue darted out every so often to lick the hickey’s he had left spread across your skin, “What a masterpiece”
You look at him through half-lidded eyes as he pulls away from your neck, “How about we go back to my place and skip the rest of the party, hm? Would you like that?” Jaemin smiles softly down at you, stroking a few stray hairs behind your ear, flicking your dangly earring in the process, “I wanna see you from my own perspective, y/n”
You closed your eyes and took in a breath, “Yes. Let’s go back to yours”
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• pairings: johnny suh x fem!reader • genre: fluff, slight angst, best friends to lovers au! • warnings: none • word count: 1.5k • summary: being best friends with the johnny suh from nct was all fun and games, until you wanted more than that but you didn’t know it could happen until years later into his career. he wants the same thing, but a small mistake ruins everything. • author’s note: omg im so excited for this series! this is the first instalment of my playlist fics series, make sure to check out the other writers involved too - you can find their fics at the bottom of my masterlist. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist: @catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
I’ve been so into your mystery
Is it because of our history?
You and Johnny had a very different relationship than to what others would have expected of you guys. The two of you have known each other since you were little, you were there when he got accepted into SM and you were there throughout his training years.
He was so thankful for the support you had given him throughout the past years of his life, but him when he finally debuted things had changed.
What didn’t help was that you had caught feelings for him right before he was told he was going to debut. You wish you had told him how you felt long ago, but it’s been years into his career and you still hold those feelings for him. Time seemed to go by slowly for you, and for him, he felt like time was going too quickly. He had the urge to find someone to love and to cherish with his heart; one person came to mind but he knew that would be a long shot.
Today you were lucky enough to be able to meet up with Johnny, your nerves were all over the place but you had confidently kept your cool when your eyes landed on him.
Today you were lucky enough to be able to meet up with Johnny, your nerves were all over the place but you had confidently kept your cool when your eyes landed on him.
He had suggested meeting up at a small, secluded cafe near his company’s building, out of sight, out of mind. “Hey. Long time no see” Johnny smiled when he saw you, gesturing to the seat in front of him, “How have you been? I know it’s a pretty dumb thing to ask given that we haven’t seen each other in what? Like a year?”
You nodded your head, pursing your lips together in a straight line, “Yeah, it’ll be a year in a few weeks” you placed your hands together and rested them on your lap as you felt him stare at you, “I’ve been good, works been keeping me busy so I haven’t really had any time to focus on other things. But that’s okay, I like being occupied. You?”
It felt as if Johnny had met you for the first time again. He missed seeing you.
Are you into me?
When it feels so good, but it’s bad for you
“I’ve been doing amazing actually, being in this group is one of the best things to ever happen to me” Johnny’s love for his band members and his career really showed, you were beyond proud of him and you honestly couldn’t think of him doing any other job since you thought he was made to be a kpop idol.
“I’m so proud of how far you’ve come” you smiled at him, your mind wondering as to why all of a sudden your best friend wanted to see you, “Why did you want to meet me so suddenly? After not messaging me and pretty much forgetting my existence, why now?”
Johnny looked taken aback, he wasn’t expecting you to say that, “Oh… Umm” he rubbed his hands over his face.
You stared down at your lap, feeling bad for even bringing it up; this was meant to be a chance to sort things out and to figure out what’s going on with your friendship.
“I’m just gonna be straight with you. I want to settle down soon, I know it’s a really, really, really long shot of even getting a chance with you, but even then I will do anything and everything to be with you”Johnny’s words went in one ear and out the other, “You’ve been my best friend ever since we were little kids, and through the past years of getting closer to each other, I finally realised how much you mean to me and that I’m in love with you”
“Let me finish, y/n” Johnny readjusts himself in his chair, “Everything we’ve gone through together has made us stronger, it shows that we do well together. I know you’re in love with me too”
You blinked at him. He knew you were in love with him? Were you that obvious over the years that he knew all along?
“I am in love with you. I was going to confess before you debuted but I never got the chance” you frowned to yourself, pondering over how if you did confess how things would be so different right now and not so painstakingly difficult.“We’re both so busy with our jobs, would we even work? I’m willing to put everything into our relationship if you want to be with me, I can’t be with someone who loves me half as much-“
“y/n, stop being stupid, I’m the one who said I would do anything and everything to be with you. Isn’t that enough proof?” You brought your gaze up to Johnny’s dark brown eyes, it was all the proof you needed, but it was still a worry in the back of your mind.
Can’t say I don’t want it ‘cause I know I do
“So what now? Are we officially boyfriend and girlfriend now, or do we need to confess to each other like everyone else does?”You giggled, feeling much more comfortable and confident around him. Johnny let out a chuckle too, you always found a way to lighten the mood no matter the situation - it was one of the many things he adored about you.
“I don’t think we need to confess, I want to be your boyfriend straight away”
You rolled your eyes, “You have such a way with words… But I want to be your girlfriend straight away too” you never expected that meeting up with your best friend after a year would end up with the two of you dating each other.
Come on over, I need your company
Cravin’ that synergy
You and Johnny were just staring into each other’s eyes, basking in the new feeling of the blossomed relationship, “Should we leave here and go back to my dorm?”
You nodded your head, a soft smile playing on your lips,“I would love that” Johnny stood up and placed his mask over his face before hesitantly reaching out his hand for you to take, without a second thought you interlock your hands together, feeling safe and secure from the warmth and comfort he was providing you. “This feels cosy”you looked up at him as you both walked out the cafe and into his manager’s car.
The ride to his dorm was calm and silent, the two of you didn’t need to speak to each other, just being in each other’s company was enough for that moment in time.
“If any of the boys say anything to you in there, just ignore them”Johnny pulled his keys out of his back pocket,“They tend to get over excited when someone comes over” in a swift motion, the front door got yanked open, revealing a member of 127 who had a massive grin plastered on his face before his gaze reached you and the grin disappeared.
“Umm, I wasn’t expecting you to bring her back…”Haechan mumbled, raising his eyebrows at his hyung, “What happened to Hinjae?”
Your heart fell into your stomach. Who was Hinjae and why were they expecting her? You could evidently hear how Johnny’s breath hitched, you wanted to look at him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You let go of his hand and side-stepped away from him to create a small space between the two of you, “Haechan, go inside and don’t come back out”Johnny flashed the younger a smile, an obvious fake one.
Don’t be afraid to tell me if you ain’t with it
You crossed your arms over your chest as you heard the front door close, “Who’s Hinjae? And why was he expecting her to come over?”You were straight to interrogating him, wanting nothing more than to get down to the bottom of this.
Johnny sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “She’s just a girl that I went on a few dates with, I felt nothing with her; not the way I feel with you. y/n, please believe me when I say she means nothing to me, I told you to just ignore everything they said-“
You shook your head, finally bringing your gaze up to his, “Why didn’t you tell me about her before we got into all this?”
“… I don’t know”Johnny sighed again.
You nodded your head, “We got into this too soon, I’m just gonna head back to my place. I’ll message you soon to see how you’re doing, it was nice catching up with you today” a small smile appeared on your lips before you gently nodded your head,“I’ll see you soon”you turned around and left the apartment building of his dorm.
Why didn’t the two of you just take things slow instead of going straight into the deep end? I guess you’ll never know.
• pairings: na jaemin x fem!reader • genre: nonidol!au, angst • warnings: swearing, jaemin is a prick • word count: 768 • summary: you and your friend set each other up on dates with who you think suits them best. unfortunately for you, your friend sets you up with your enemy who you’ve held a grudge against for a very long time, but how was she supposed to know if you never told her? • author’s note: thank you guys so much for all the love and support you’ve been giving me recently. it means so much, from the bottom of my heart <3. • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You and your best friend were currently setting each other up on a date with who you think will suit each other the best. You wanted to set her up with someone who was fun, handsome, has a great sense of humour, knows how to treat a woman, so you decided to set her up with a very close friend of yours called Jeno.
However, your best friend was setting you up with the worst person known to man - well technically he wasn’t the worst person in the world, you just unfortunately had a bad encounter with him and then the two of you had become enemies.
You can’t exactly blame your best friend for setting you up with him; she had no idea about your situation. She was completely oblivious to it all considering he was her brother’s friend, so obviously she wouldn’t know unless you had told her… which you hadn’t because it would’ve hurt your pride doing so.
So now you were currently sat opposite this guy who wore an annoyed expression on his face, “Cat got your tongue?” You commented with as much sass as you could muster up, trying to save some for later if anything was to happen.
All you received back in response was a grunt and a roll of his eyes. “The least you could do for me is try and be nice, or is that too much to ask since it seems like your ego might break any moment now?-“
“Do you ever stop being such an annoying brat? I don’t even remember a time where I recall you being nice to me, what ever have I done to deserve such treatment?” His tone was that of mockery and sarcasm. You could even sense his whole aura about him was pure rude and dickheadish. Never in your life have you come across someone so horrible.
You grimaced across from him, “You know exactly what you did” you stared at the plate of food in front of you, pushing it around the plate with your fork since you had lost your appetite the moment you laid eyes on him.
Jaemin never intended to hurt you like he did, he just wanted to show off in front of his friends that somehow ended up humiliating you at a party which you were trying to celebrate with your best friend, since it was her brothers birthday and he got accepted into university the same day; a double celebration.
He watched you push the food around the plate, “Would you stop doing that? Either eat the food or put the fork down, the scraping noise is hurting my ears” he folded his arms against his chest.
His appearance annoyed you so much. Jaemin was extremely good looking, had an amazing fashion sense, smelt like heaven, features created by artists themselves and hair like a gorgeous bad boy. But his personality unfortunately topped all of that, it was a shame you had encountered each other wrongly on your first meeting. You could’ve sworn the two of you would’ve been friends if nothing happened.
You dropped your fork onto the table with a clatter, looking up at Jaemin through your lashes. “I don’t know why I even walked over to this table. I saw you when I walked in and still walked over” you shook your head at your silliness, “I should have just left you here by yourself-“
“But would you have really done that? I mean, given what I did to you at that party, I know you hate me for that. But I just can’t see you doing bad to anyone… even me” his words made sense. A lot of sense, actually. Even though you hated his guts, you wouldn’t even wish the worst upon him, he was still a human being who was kind to others.
Your brain was confused. You were confused.
You made eye contact with him again, “No. I wouldn’t have just left you here on your own- you see that’s where my problem lies” Jaemin furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m an incredibly nice person, yet you, Na Jaemin, are horrible. So I will leave now and you can pay for my dinner too” this was it. This was your chance to get him off your back and out of your mind.
Leaving him alone at the restaurants table was the best thing to do. You’d have to explain everything to your best friend once she was finished with her date, you hoped she liked Jeno because if she didn’t; you’d try and date him yourself.
• pairings: kim jungwoo x fem!reader • genre: fluff, family!au, slight angst, crack • warnings: swearing, suggestive at the end • word count: 1.3k • summary: after a long and tiring day at the zoo, your kids want to know the story of how their mother and father got to know each other. looking back on how you two met, you realised that you weren’t that very nice. • author’s note: i saw someone post about how there was a lack of jwoo fics here on tumblr, but i can’t remember their @ :/ oh well, i hope you enjoy this! • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You and your husband were both currently tucking in both your beautiful children into bed, they had a very exciting day at the zoo and seem to be extremely tired after all the different emotions they went through today. Jinha - your son - had cried several times due to being scared of the tigers and lions, also your daughter - Gyuri - did push him into a bush because she was annoyed that you didn’t let her get a penguin t-shirt.
To say the least, they were both drained and you and Jungwoo were considerably drained to the point of falling asleep anywhere.
One last tuck of your son’s duvet underneath him and you were finished tucking him for sleep. You stood up straight and started walking to the door as did your husband,“Goodnight-”
“Mummy, Daddy! Please read us a bedtime story!” both your children sang in unison causing a chuckle to fall from Jungwoo’s lips. “Pleaseeeeee” it seemed as if they wouldn’t let the two of you leave their bedroom until they had gotten their story. You remembered telling your husband a few weeks ago that you should have stopped reading to them since they were getting too old for bedtime stories - but he never listened and now here you are.
Jungwoo walked back over to the beds and chose to sit on the edge of Jinha’s bed, rubbing his belly atop the Thomas the Tank Engine duvet. “Which story do you wanna hear?”
Both your children hummed in thought at what story they wanted to hear, “Can you tell us how you and Mummy met?!”Jinha squeaked out, already excited about the thought of hearing your first meet with his father - you internally rolled your eyes as the story isn’t exactly the best, but you still cherished it to your heart.
Jungwoo looked over his shoulder at you still standing in the doorway; you nodded at him to allow him to tell the story of meeting you.
Before he started to tell the story, you moved back into the room and sat yourself down on the edge of your daughters bed, running your fingers through her hair as she watched her father begin the story. “I believe it started six years ago…”
You hurried through the halls of the Performing Arts school you attended since you were extremely late to your first class. You were never late and no one had ever thought you would be late to a class. Ever.
Just as you were about to reach the corridor where your classroom was situated, you body collided with another body causing the two of you to fall down onto the hard tiled floor with a thump. “Ow! Watch where you’re going!” You glared at the boy opposite you, rubbing your back since you had fallen quite hard.
The boy just seemed to be off in a daze as he stared at you. Did he smack his head or something? Why was he looking at you like that? “Quit looking at me” you grumbled at him. Your knees slightly wobbly as you decided to stand up, “Are you just gonna stay there on the floor like a weirdo, or are you gonna get up?” You didn’t know why you were being passive aggressive to the poor boy but you guessed it was because you were late.
“No” the boy gradually stood from his fallen position until he was once again in front of you, “Sorry for crashing into you like that, it’s just that I’m really late to class” he brings a hand up to the back of his head to scratch, seems as if he felt nervous as he spoke to you.
You rolls your eyes, “Well that makes both of us then”
“I’m Jungwoo, by the way” he offers his hand to you to shake, expecting you to grasp it back but when you don’t he retracts it slowly with a hint of shame and embarrassment. “I take it you don’t really care, do you?”
“No, I actually don’t. You’ve made me more late than I intented to be” your attitude was sky rocketing and Jungwoo seemed to notice; it made him feel vulnerable and awkward to be getting spoken to like this by a girl in the year below him. How would he know who you were? Well, lets just say he saw you on induction day and has had a crush on you ever since.
“I’m sorry about that, I really am… Can I at least walk you to your classroom?” Jungwoo offered kindly, fingers crossed behind his back in hopes you would say yes. He wanted to try and fix his first impression in any way that he could.
You hummed in thought before shrugging your answer, “I guess so” you picked up his and yours bag from the floor and handed it to him before you both slowly walked down the school’s corridor. “I’m y/n. Sorry for being a bitch to you just then, I guess I was in a bad mood for being late”
Jungwoo didn’t need an apology from you, but he appreciated you giving him one - after all it was his fault that he crashed into you, so he kind of guessed you would be annoyed at him. “You don’t need to apologise, it’s my fault I made you even more late than you already are-“
“Wait, you said you were late for class too, right?” You looked at him as you continued walking, Jungwoo nodded. “You’re gonna be even more late than me! Oh my God, go to your class” you didn’t understand why he was walking you to your class and completely dismissing his own education. “Jungwoo”
He shook his head,“Honestly, even if I end up getting a detention for being late, I think it would be worth it because I finally got to speak with you”
A small gasp came from your lips before your cheeks gathered a slightly pink hue atop them, “You two! Why are you not in your lessons?” You both snapped your heads to look behind you and when you did you knew you were in trouble. The vice principal was strutting her way towards you guys and there was nowhere to run to.
“Not going to answer me? Fine. The two of you have an hours detention after school. Don’t be late” the vice principal wrote down both your names into a notepad before turning away and finding more culprits.
“I guess now you can spend more time speaking to me then” you tried to joke but deep down you wanted to throttle the boy before you.
End of flashback
“Did Daddy really make you both get detentions?” Gyuri asked before letting out a giggle. You nodded your head in disappointment, “Sounds like he should say sorry again”
Jungwoo’s eyes widened at his daughters words, “I don’t think I should apologise Gyu. I mean, afterall I did end up marrying her and having the two of you” he glanced over to his son before looking back at her, “I think I apologised enough times to get what I wanted”
You wanted to slap his arm for his cheesy comment, but it was true - he ended up apologising to you many times in different ways he could think of. One way including the cute ‘J’ necklace around your neck that you still wear today.
“Mummy was rude. I don’t like her anymore”Jinha spoke up, glaring at you.
Jungwoo let out a laugh before patting his sons stomach, “You should see her now when I forget to do something around the house- ow!”
You reached over and swatted the back of his head.
“Shut up you big idiot” you rolled your eyes as you let out a small chuckle, “Okay! Bedtime story is over, now both of you go to sleep” you kissed each of their foreheads before leaving the room with your husband following suit behind.
“Let me apologise again, I have a pretty good way in mind” you felt arms snake around your waist as you both entered your own bedroom. Before you could answer, a yawn had taken over your body giving your answer to Jungwoo. “Okay nevermind then” another laugh escaped him.
“Maybe try apologising in the morning” you winked at him, “I just want to sleep, come cuddle me baby boy”
• pairings: lee donghyuck x fem!reader • genre: boyfriend!donghyuck, fluff, smut • warnings: softdom!donghyuck, smut, fingering, public scenes (in a taxi), swearing, praise, cum • word count: 1.4k • summary: haechan had just come back from his tour and surprised you with a date. well, you knew it was already happening, but he surprised you with the location and wouldn’t tell you where you’re headed. he hates long car rides and gets impatient after awhile, so his last resort was to entertain himself by toying with you. • author’s note: i hope everyone is doing okay in this current climate, i hope you’re all staying safe and healthy! • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
Your leg was bouncing in anticipation; your boyfriend was finally back from his worldwide tour and it has been truly too long since you last saw each other. He had sent you a message telling you to dress up fancy and to wait for him until he picks you up.
You didn’t know what he was planning but you were excited, the butterflies in your stomach were driving you up the wall, you just wanted him to arrive quicker.
Hearing a loud car horn from outside of your apartment complex, you scurried to the window to see if it was Haechan, and to your luck it was - he was getting out of the taxi down below in one of his black suits before waving at you to come down.
You obviously obeyed and scurried out of your apartment, your high heels clacking against the floor of the stairs in the complex.
As soon as you got out of the complex, you ran towards your boyfriend with open arms. His arms were also wide getting ready to catch you because he knew for a fact that you’d jump in his arms, he knew you too well.
When you did jump in his arms, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist and his hands found their way to the underside of your thighs, keeping you up. “Hi baby, I’ve missed you so much” Haechan whispers into your hair, placing a kiss against your head.
You nestled your head between his neck and shoulder and breathed in his scent, you missed how he smelt, even the small things were missable. “I’ve missed you too, I’m glad you’re back” you mumbled against his neck, your hot breath fanning against his cool skin.
You unwrapped your legs from around his waist and he plopped you back down on the floor, “Let’s get going then, shall we?” Haechan smiled at you before he reached for the door handle to let you into the taxi.
“Thank you” you thanked him as he opened the door, you swiftly got in the taxi and waited for Haechan to also get in. The taxi driver saw you were both in and he set off down the road.
“Where are you taking me? I want to know” you turned your head to look at your boyfriend - he was just so handsome, his jawline was sharp, his eyes were glistening, his lips extra plump, his nose always as cute as ever, his eyebrows are still on point, his cheeks still squishy - yet he somehow seemed to look so godly even with his cute characteristics. “Please tell me”
Haechan tutted and shook his head, “It’s all a surprise, just wait, you’re so impatient” he let out a soft chuckle before placing his hand on your bare thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb against your skin.
You rested your head against his shoulder, normally when the two of you hadn’t seen each other in such a long time the conversations would be non-stop, but this time round it was like you didn’t need to constantly talk to each other, just being next to each other and in each others presence was enough for the two of you.
The taxi ride was beginning to get long and boring; Haechan was getting fidgety but you were fine, you weren’t bothered about how long it took.
“This is what happens when you make surprises and you can’t wait out the build-up” you pinched his cheek before resting your head back down on his shoulder, feeling the warmth radiate off of him.
Haechan just rolled his eyes and didn’t answer you. He knows that he gets bored during long rides, so why did he do this to himself? No one knows.
His hand was still placed on your thigh, but now that he had nothing to do, he thought it would be a fun little game to tease you. His hand ever so slowly made its way higher up your thigh, you didn’t take much notice of him as your attention was occupied staring out the window to watch all the lights go past.
Haechan sneakily pushed up the hem of the dress you were wearing and let his fingers trace the outline of your lace underwear, “Haechan, what are you doing?” you pushed his hand away from you as you gave him a glare, “We are in a bloody taxi” you whispered harshly to him.
“Like that’s ever stopped us before” he smirked before sliding his hand back up to your panties, his index finger finding your clit before gently putting pressure on it above the fabric.
Your breath hitched as you gripped onto his wrist tightly, wanting him to stop what he was doing as you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the taxi driver.
When your boyfriend pulled your panties down your thighs with one hand, you let out a gasp causing the taxi driver to briefly twist his head back at you, “Is everything okay, Miss?”
“Y-yes, everything is fine” you stuttered out, hoping it sounded convincing because you seriously didn’t want to be caught in a situation like this. All Haechan could do was laugh at you, he found this hilarious. “SeriouslyHyuck, if you don’t-”
“If I don’t what? You won’t do anything because you’re so at my submission that you’ll beg me to touch you no matter where we are” his voice growled into your ear, sending a sharp sensation down your spine; his voice always got you right where he needed you.
You gave up trying to make him stop, you might as well give into him and his sexual antics.
Now that your panties were halfway down your thighs, he took the opportunity to grip onto the soft skin of your inner thigh to pry your legs open. One hand was stroking your thigh as the other teased your clit, rubbing small circles making you arch your back into the air.
His thumb applied pressure to your swollen bud as his middle finger and ring finger circled your wet entrance before dipping his fingers into you. The feeling of his fingers being inside you was one that you most definitely missed, “Hyuck…” you whimpered out, the taxi driver didn’t take notice of you as he kind of clicked onto what was happening in the back of his car.
Haechan basked in the way you were saying his name, he made sure to pump his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, the sloppy sound of his fingers in your pussy was music to his ears - he was proud to be the only one who could make you this soaked.
You rested your head against his shoulder again, the pleasure was too much for you and the fact he was doing this in front of a stranger just made it all the better for your pleasure. Your head threw back against the headrest as Haechan’s fingers found your sweet spot - continuously rubbing it until he saw your eyes roll back. “How does it feel, baby?” he hushes your moans with his soft lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth to swallow your moans.
“I-It feels so g-good, I’m close baby, I’m really close” you mumbled against Haechan’s lips as your hands found their way to his wrist again, “Let me cum, please” you whined as the taxi drove over a bump causing Haechan’s fingers to go deeper inside you, “Fuck!” you moaned completely forgetting about the taxi driver.
Haechan kept his fingers going in and out of you, your walls gave a few clenches, “I can feel you wanna cum baby, you can do it, cum” his deep voice sent you over the edge.
Your juices coated his digits and the base of his hand from how much you came, he kept his fingers inside of you to help ride you through your orgasm, “You’re such a good girl, you did so well for me”
The taxi driver turned a corner and pulled over, “We’re here, I hope you enjoyed the ride” he had an awkward smile on his face as he stared at the two of you.
“This is why I don’t do shit like this in public” you rolled your eyes before letting out another moan as Haechan pushed his fingers deep inside you again.
“You were saying?” Haechan had the slyest smirk on his lips before he pushed you down on the seat, obviously wanting a round two.
• pairings: kim doyoung x fem!reader • genre: fiance!doyoung, fluff, crack • warnings: pregnancy, water breakage, mucus plug, contractions • word count: 1.3k • summary: after figuring out that you have started labour, you wanted to leave the house immediately and get straight to the hospital. but you were running a little slow considering your clueless fiance was trying to go back to sleep and told you to stop being rude. pregnancy is no joke. • author’s note: hi guys! this is my first post and first official fic for nct! i hope you guys enjoy what i have to offer :) • extra: i would appreciate some feedback/criticism on my works. don’t feel intimidated to send in your thoughts through my ask box, comment section, in a reblog or through private messages. all is welcomed! • taglist:@catboysanha@lenaluvs@sunshinedhyuck@dear-mllelily@alluringjae@minejungwoo@lanadreamie (if you would like to be added, send me a message or an ask!)
You woke up in a cold sweat feeling incredibly nauseous so you scrambled out of bed and as fast as you could with a big old bump in your way to get to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom.
You hunched over the toilet before you dry heaved - nothing came up which confused you as you felt as if you were going to be sick, but in reality it was just your body telling you that your baby was on its way.
You stood from the toilet to wash your hands since you were clinging onto the toilet seat. A few moments passed and you felt a warm liquid trickling down your inner thighs, in all honesty you thought you had peed yourself given your circumstances where you couldn’t always control your bladder due to the baby inside you pushing down on the small organ, you peered down between your legs and saw that it was a murky red colour.
You furrowed your brows in confusion wondering as to what the liquid was,“Holy shit!” you squeaked out in pure shock when you realised that your water had just broken, “Doyoung?” you called out for your boyfriend who was still sleeping in the king-sized double bed, “Doyoung!” you gripped the door frame of the bathroom as you stood there, scrunching your face in displeasure from your wet legs.
Doyoung stirred in bed before turning over to see you standing in the doorway of the bathroom,“What’s wrong? Why are you standing there? Just come back to bed” he closed his eyes before pushing his face back in his pillow, pulling the duvet up to his face to shield his eyes from the light emitting from the bathroom.
“Doyoung, wake the fuck up” you moved into your bedroom and waddled over to the bed, standing with your hands pushing against the small of your back, “My water just broke, I’m in labour”
At your words Doyoung shot up in bed, rubbing his face with his large, veiny hands, “What? Y-you’re in labour?” his eyes bulged out of his head as he didn’t know what to do or what to expect next, but you very much knew what to expect next; your contractions had started and you had never felt a pain like it before.
You moved from your standing position to clinging onto the edge of the bed, gripping tightly on the duvet cover to distract yourself from the pain shooting through your lower abdomen, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, this hurts so fucking much!” you groaned out in pain, swinging your head forward. Doyoung watched you cling onto the bedding before he got out of bed and went behind you, rubbing your back up and down in soft circular motions.
“Is it that bad?”Doyoungasked you without even thinking of the obvious answer sitting in front of him.
“No it isn’t that bad, you just so happen to see me hunched over in pain shouting out fuck” after the first contraction eased off, you stood back up straight, “Of course it’s bad!” you turned around and swatted your boyfriend on the arm, “Get your phone and time my contractions, I read that if there’s a five or three minute gap I need to get to the hospital straight away”
Just as you had finished bossing your boyfriend about, another contraction hit you like a tonne of bricks, “But you just had one” Doyoung frowned, “Do you have to keep having them? I was having a good dream and the baby decided to ruin it” you thought he was joking but when you saw the look on his face it turned out he wasn’t.
“I think you should - argh! - I think you should quit complaining, I’m the one that’s about to give birth to a baby- AH!” you scrunch your eyes shut as you now cling onto your boyfriend, digging your nails into the skin of his arms, “S-sorry, but this baby is killing me” you stood straight once again after the wave of pain had stopped.
“Sorry for complaining but those contractions were really close together, how long does labour normally last?” Doyoung helped guide you back to the bed to sit you down on the edge to stop you from standing for so long, “I’ll go get the car keys and your hospital bag” you nodded your head in response as you wriggled your bum on the mattress.
A few minutes had passed and you felt another contraction form in your lower abdomen, it felt as if you were being sliced and torn apart, you have never felt pain like it. Instead of you groaning and screaming out in pain, you decided to practice on your breathing - three deep breaths in and three deep breaths out, controlling your breathing helped you focus your mind on something other than the pain and it somewhat helped until you felt your baby kicking against your stomach.
“It’s okay my baby, you’ll be out in this big old world soon, just wait a little longer until we get to the hospital” you placed both of your hands against your bump, “I don’t want to be having you in this house or in Doyoung’s car” a giggle escaped you as you could just imagine him freaking out about the mess it would cause.
“Speak of the devil” you mumbled as Doyoung entered the bedroom again, holding his car keys and your hospital bag, “Can we get going now, this baby is on its way and I don’t think I can handle anymore of these contractions”
“Yeah, come on, I want this baby out of you so you can stop moaning and groaning” Doyoung held your upper arm as he helped you off the bed and out into the hallway of your shared apartment, “Don’t have another contraction until we get to the hospital, I don’t like seeing you in pain”
You rolled your eyes as you waddled down to the front door, your boyfriend’s hand still wrapped around your forearm, “How can you go from saying something rude to then saying something sweet? You’re a strange one Doyoung, plus, I don’t know how you expect me to not have another contraction when I can’t control them”
When you reached the front door, you felt as if your baby was about to come out of you, “Wait! Stop!” you shook Doyoung’s hand off you as you held onto your stomach.
“What? What’s wrong?” his eyes widened as he watched you go into shock and freak out about something, “y/n? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?” he knelt down in front of you, eyes glancing back and forth to your belly and face, seeing your facial features scrunch up in discomfort. “y/n?”
You shook your head, rubbing small circles on your stomach,“I thought the baby was about to come out, I think it was just my mucus plug…” a silence took over the room making Doyoung gag at the thought of whatever a mucus plug was, “Anyways, Doyoung take me to the hospital so we can finally become a family of three” you placed a hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb on the apple of his cheek.
“I will gladly take you to the hospital baby, me and you will be the best family in the world” Doyoung smiled up at you before placing a kiss on the big bump in front of him, “I don’t care if you’re gonna be a boy or a girl, I just know that I will love you no matter what because you’re a Kim and you have your mummy’s perfect genes in you”
You giggled at your boyfriend, “Shut up before I use you as a pain relief because I can feel a contraction on its way”Doyoungimmediately stood up and opened the door, dragging you out to the car before you arrived at the hospital giving birth to a beautiful baby girl.