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[8:45pm]

You walked through the door that leads to the dorm your boyfriend is currently residing in. Shutting the door behind you silently, you slipped off you shoes and made your way to the kitchen, saying hello to the few members that were lounging about. You headed over here after receiving multiple text messages from different members claiming they were worried for your boyfriend. The boy’s schedule was overpacked, causing you to not see your boyfriend in person for a month. Your boyfriend, as hardworking as he is, tries his best to maintain contact with you through texting before going to bed and when waking up, as well as video chatting whenever possible even if only for a few minutes at a time. 

“He’s in his room, been in there all day.” Yuta said as he placed his dishes in the sink, nodding in the direction of the bedrooms. 

“What happened? Is he okay?” You asked worried.

“No idea. One minute he’s in the recording studio working on lyrics, the next he’s on the ground sobbing and yelling that he can’t breathe.” Taeil explains. 

“Wait, so he had a panic attack? Do you know why or what caused it?” You started to get more and more antsy, wanting to just run to your boyfriend and hold him. 

“I guess so, we had no idea what was happening. We took him to the emergency room and they gave him something to calm down and we headed back here.” The older hyung stated.

“Yeah, he really freaked us all out. The nurse said that he had been working himself too hard and apparently stressed himself out over stupid lyrics that all his emotions just built up and he exploded.” Yuta explained. 

You just nodded, taking in the information the older guys were throwing at you. 

“I’m gonna go and see him, I guess. Make sure he’s okay.” You whispered, waiting for the boys to nod before you made your way over to the bedrooms. 

You knocked quietly on your boyfriends door, waiting for a response. When you didn’t receive any, you knocked again. 

“Go away, hyung, I told you to leave me alone.” You heard your boyfriends raspy voice speak. 

You opened the door slightly, peeking your head inside the room and scanning his room before landing on your boyfriend, Mark, curled in a ball in the corner. You opened the door wider and stood in the doorway, your heart breaking as he looked up with tears running down his face. 

“Oh, hi baby, wh-what are you doing here?” Your boyfriend asks, getting up and wiping his tears away. He stands before you fidgeting with the end of his long shirt and shifting from one foot to the other. 

You stepped inside the room, closing and locking the door behind you in case one of his members or a manager tries to come in. Moving closer to Mark, you placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the stray tears that were still falling. You looked him in the eyes, red and puffy before placing your other hand on his other cheek, now cradling his face as more tears were starting to fall. 

“Oh baby…” You started and then pulled him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The two of you stood there for what seemed like hours, just allowing him let everything out and letting him pull you closer and closer until hi shoulders stopped shaking and you didn’t hear anymore sniffling. He pulled away and wiped his face of a few remaining tears before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bed. Laying down on his side, he pulled you down so you laid on your back while he placed his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist before letting out a deep sigh and closing his eyes. You threaded your fingers through his dark roots, trying to rid the hairspray that clumped his hair together. 

“Do you wanna talk about?” You suggested softly. Peering down to look at his expression. 

“Not really… I guess I just got a bit overwhelmed with everything our company is throwing at us.” He whispered and sighed again, moving his head so he can look up at you. 

“Really? Cause from what I heard, it seemed a lot more intense than just ‘a bit overwhelming.’” You responded. He didn’t say anything back and instead stared up at you as if admiring your face. They way he looked at you released butterflies in your stomach and your mind to completely lose track of all thought. You two had been dating for almost two years now and you still cannot get used to the sensations he sends through you, the way your body lights up as if on fire whenever he looks your way, how you get lightheaded whenever he kisses you as if it was the last thing he was ever going to do. Everything this boy does to you, you still cannot and probably will not get used too. 

“Babe..? Are you okay?” He chuckles a bit at your fazed expression and allows himself to roll off you to lay on his stomach, while you moved onto your side so you two were facing each other. 

“What? Yeah, yeah, I’m good.. why?”

“Because I just asked you a question and you just stared at me for about a two minutes. Where’d you go?” You just smiled and leaned forward to connect your lips with his, a brief interaction that had left you breathless. You pulled away, leaving only centimeters between you two before staring into his eyes again. What’s that expression, the eyes are the windows into the soul, well, you wouldn’t mind looking into his soul all the time if what looked back at you in return was intense adoration and love. 

You pulled away completely and moved on top of Mark so you were straddling his back. You started to lightly press into his back, massaging him and then moving up to his shoulders, to try and release some tension he might have. You moved your hands back down to his waist before placing them under his shirt and pushing it up, placing kisses up his back. He let out a deep breath before speaking. 

“What are you doing?” You pressed a few more kisses up his spine, pressing your chest flush against his back. You lightly kissed the spot just under his ear before responding. 

“Just let me take care of you for once.” You whispered, kissing the shell of his ear once and then moving back up and getting off of him. 

“Roll over onto your back.” 

Mark moved his head up to look at you once before listening and flipping over onto his back, letting you get back to straddling him. You pushed his shirt up further exposing more of his gorgeous, toned body that you haven’t seen in person for so long. He got the hint and lifted his shoulders off the bed allowing you space to pull his shirt off entirely, leaving him in only his black sweatpants. You gazed down to admire your beautiful boyfriend and then leaned back down to continue attacking his neck. You placed another kiss under his ear and made your way down leaving red marks that were soon to be replaced with purple and blue hues. You reached his sweet spot, just right in the crevice of his collarbone and neck, paying extra attention to that one spot. Mark let out a few groans and breaths, letting his eyes flutter close as you continue your work. 

You continued to place kisses down Mark’s chest, leaving marks down to his stomach, listening to Mark’s breathing as it gets heavier and heavier. You sat back up to admire your craftsmanship, a proud smile gracing your features while you traced your fingers lightly down his body, reaching the hem of his sweatpants. You peered back up at him, looking at his face through your eyelashes, looking for some sort of approval before continuing your journey. Mark noticed your hesitation and opened his eyes, nodding slightly. That was all you needed before letting your hands trace over his growing bulge, his breath hitching at the contact. You smiled at him again and then moved your hands to the strings of the sweatpants, untying them and pulling them down slightly. You got off him so he could lift his hips and push down his pants past his ankles. You looked down at his boxers and and placed your hand on his crotch, pressing down earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You looked up at him before letting your hands wander to the top of his boxers, letting them pull down his boxers, his dick springing free. 

Mark hissed as the cold air hit his dick, but it was soon replaced with a moan as your hand wrapped around the tip, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking through. You rubbed the tip a bit before reaching down and wrapping your mouth around the tip while your hand moved down to the base of his cock. Your boyfriend let out a deep groan at the sensation of your mouth and so he reached his hand down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You removed your hand from his dick and allowed Mark to push you down further until your nose was touching his skin, his dick reaching the back of your throat, making you gag a bit. To be honest, you couldn’t care less. You let him mishandle you, thinking that he needed the release of his tension, and so you let him. You let him deep throat you as tears started brimming your eyes, but you let him keep going. 

With your throat burning, tears now escaping, and scalp hurting, you placed your hands on his thighs to signal to him that you needed a breather and reluctantly, he let you go. You gasped for air as you came up. 

“Sorry.. Got a bit carried away..” He mumbled. You disregarded him and after collecting yourself, you leaned back down to take him in your mouth again. You bobbed you head up and down, reaching your hand up so you can grab his hand to lead back into your hair. He starts to card his fingers through your hair, letting out a few deep grunts and thrusting up into your mouth. 

“Shit, I’m.. God.. I’m close, baby.” You kept going, letting him thrust up into you a few more times before he let out a string of curses, releasing into your mouth. You let go of him, a bit of saliva connecting your lips with his dick, before sitting up completely and swallowing his load. Mark opened his eyes, looking a bit dazed before sitting up along with you and reaching his hand up to wipe the corners of your mouth. 

“Good girl. My good girl.” He stares at your mouth before leaning in and connecting your lips together. He kissed you with so much passion and lust, a feeling reaching down into your core. He pulled away slightly before whispering. 

“Your turn.” 

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Of Captains and College Boys (M) - Part 2

🏒 PART 1 | PART 2

🏒 PAIRING: Jeno x Fem!Reader

🏒 WORDS: 14.7k

🏒 CONTENTS: university!AU, hockey player!Jeno, flangst, rivals to lovers, smut [making out, fingering, protected sex], swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, part of the Sports Collab by @/leesmrk. Find the glossary here.

🏒 SYNOPSIS: It’s hockey season, which for you, as sophomore captain and rising program star, means an inter-team prank war, and your university’s annual charity gala. For the next month, you’ll be forced to endure vicious pranks by the men’s hockey team, and organize the event with Jeno Lee, their cocky-yet-hot captain and a royal pain in your ass.

“Get up.” Coach Archambault’s whistle is shrill, right in your ear. You rise, abs burning - the gym shot clock says it’s been nearly seven minutes - and set off at a dead sprint. Hopping over five hurdles, you launch yourself into the air, landing roughly in the sand of the long jump pit. 

“Average.” Coach Kim says, placing a yardstick at your trembling heels. “You’re a goalie, where is the leg power, huh?”

“Up your ass and to the left,” you mutter as you dust yourself off, Lulu leggings stained grey with dust. 

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, I’ll try harder next time, Coach Kim,” you say. Rubbing a stitch in your side, you jog over to the ropes course. Chanyeol (technically Coach Park, but you never call him that) smiles at you as he flips through his evaluation clipboard.

“If it isn’t my star goalie,” he says. You grimace. You won Friday’s game by a small margin, small enough that this 5 AM gym session hasn’t let up at all. “Ready to go on the ropes?”

“In theory,” you say, rolling your shoulders a little, cracking your neck.

“Is Coach going hard on you guys this morning?” Chanyeol says, dropping his voice. 

You grimace. “Something like that.”

“You just beat Harvard last week, jeez,” Chanyeol says, shaking his head. “Okay, well, I think the batteries on my stopwatch are running a bit slow, so if you were to go while I was replacing them, I might be forced to manually report…”

“Oh my God, can you go?” Vivian and her posse have gathered behind you. “I know you goalies are all leg, but you should at least be able to complete this baby course. Captain.”

She adds an unpleasant stress on the title, like you should be ashamed for holding such a place of power and not performing better, but you ignore her. Pulling yourself up onto the platform, dusting your hands with chalk, you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah, Cap, let’s go!” A couple players in matching men’s hockey hoodies jog over to the ropes arena.

“Look at her, she’s so fucking dusty,” one particularly annoying guy yells, dark shaved head gleaming in the dawn sun. 

“Fuck you, Anthony, nobody asked for your opinion,” Ryujin shouts. “Don’t listen.”

By now, a sizable crowd has gathered. Looking down, you can see your teammates’ faces, along with most of the men’s team. Jeno is noticeably absent, and you feel a funny twinge that might be either relief or disappointment. You’d love to show him, serve him right for fostering these competitive assholes, but if you fail…

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[2:04 am] boyfriend!donghyuck, drunk as hell from a night out with the boys, collapses onto the bed, resting his head on your lap with a sigh.

"babe," he drawls out, lids half-closed, "who's the handsomest man in the world?"

"uh... you?"

without skipping a beat, he groans.

"false. it's fucking lee jeno."

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My Beginning - Part 1

Differences – Lee Jeno

Part of the Bad Boy Series.

Badboy!Au, Streetfighter!Au

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, talk of drugs, aggression, mention of mental health, mention of blood/violence. 

Word Count: 5.9k

(I recommend reading Haechan’s part first to understand this part more clearly.)

Jeno had a rough start to life. He was raised in a poor family with an abusive father and depressed mother. To let off some steam and make some money to support himself, he took up underground street fights at the age of 15. And he was really fucking good at it. Finally his father pushed him too far one night and at the age of 18 Jeno did what he’d wanted to do since before he could even remember, and he beat up his dad until his face was almost unrecognisable. He was sentenced to a year in prison for his crime, but he thought it was worth it and doesn’t regret it. Now fresh out of prison, he’s back in the underground fighting scene and adjusting to life on the outside without having to worry about his father for the first time in his life. He meets someone who mixes up his life once more, and she wants to change him for the better. Does he change for the women he sees in his future or is he too far gone?

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When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

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#STOP #MY BABY #his eyes are so pretty

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#my baby #please let him rest #:(

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#stop #my poor baby #he looks so tired #come here and let me hold you #:(

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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

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someone pick me up at 3AM and have night adventures with me 

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