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theficblog · 2 years

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FORELSKET

NAKAMOTO YUTA

Prologue: Yuta has been your biggest rival on the field, in your perception at least, but a childhood playmate wouldn’t leave you crying alone.

Genre: Fluff + Enemies to lovers

Wordcount: 1,545

Warnings: Injury + Blood + Language

You were panting. It could’ve made it hard for even your Apple Watch to track your heart rate and blood oxygen levels by now. Beads of sweat now adorned your forehead and flicks of hair, running mindlessly to any place they could find. Your silky hair refused to be tied down into a ponytail, making it harder for you. You were not bothered by your appearance, though; you were just happy you made it on time to the ground.

It was the last day of school right before it shut for the summer, which meant the last day of your football game before a two-month halt. Football, at this point, was the only thing you felt like putting an effort into. It had been your longest companion, ever since primary school. You were not the best at academics to begin with, but using sports as your advantage key to university admission was clever of you.

FWEET!! The coach took to the whistle, ordering you and your teammates to put yourselves together. Today was no ordinary day, after all. Your school was playing the rival school, and maybe it was the legacy that the seniors set up, but rivalries like these were taken with much seriousness.

Without wasting much time, you all gathered, dressed in red shirts and shorts. The numbers on your backs, sweatbands, and fancy tight socks, along with the expensive cleats, the spikes, added to the dangerous and fiery overall look. The team soon started with their usual warmup before the game.

You excused yourself to the side. The scorching summer heat worsened your parched throat. You took the ice packs and frozen water. This was a little moment of calm. Your brain could not even register when, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, a football came piercing through the air, as if a bullet had been fired from a revolver. Maybe you counted your lucky stars, you were blessed enough to be shielded from the ball hitting you right in the face, or worse, causing embarrassment in front of a dozen people.

You rolled your eyes as your gaze fell to the source of all this.

"Yo! What the fuck?! That could have hit me!" You raged. There was no way you could afford any sort of injury at this crucial stage. Your eyebrows furrowed as you started spitting out the fire.

"That was kinda the point." That was what you were reverted with. No, he did not care at all. At this rate, it seemed more like a pass time for him to agitate and irritate you for no reason. The boy rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, followed by a smirk. Gosh! Yuta really knew how to get on your nerves.

He wasn’t from the opposite team, but he sure was your biggest rival. He was an absolute ace. The only other center-forward on your team besides you. Football suited him. His long black locks, sometimes tied back in a ponytail, complemented his face as he ran across the field. The shorts he wore exposed his perfectly built and buff thighs. His tackling and positioning were beyond accurate, as he rarely missed a goal. Yeah, sometimes he put his arrogance in front of him and did not pass you the ball. You wish you could punch him in the face at times like that.

Back in the good old and younger days, you two were inseparable. You still remember the time you both initially started with the game. "Y/N You pass the ball to me and then I return it to you!" Little Yuta of six suggested. Two little enthusiastic kids, all they looked forward to were the ice cream treats after the evening practice when your mothers picked you up from the playground.

Things do not always remain the same, though; people change. You were not little kids of five anymore but rude and ruthless teens. Whatever it might have been, it was what it was.

Back to the moment, you would have normally rolled your eyes dramatically or just ignored that boy, but there was this little thing that made your blood boil even more. The pretty girls, whom you assumed to be the cheerleaders and who a ninety nine percent wanted to get Yuta’s attention, saw you. Yes, Yuta had always been a hot topic amongst the girls- and even boys.

They sat in a group of three. For some reason, the dumb and mean ones always flocked in a group of threes. They let out a chuckle and started with their counterfeit empathy towards you. "Ohh! Y/N! Are you okay? Was it too fast for you to comprehend?" ,"Yuta deserves to be the team captain! Look at how cool is he!" They were making fun of you - something that anyone would naturally hate. You, too, hated it. You had an image and were very particular about maintaining it.

Your eyes met Yuta’s. There appeared to be a reflection of regret in his eyes but you couldn’t care less. You’ve had enough, just as you were about to throw hands.. PHWEET!! The whistle blew again. Oh Shit! The game was starting. Why is there always an interruption at the most anticipated moments.

The game turned out to be in your team’s favour, a 5-2 win. All the runnings, pantings and crampings had paid off at the end. You sure were happy your side was the victorious one, but beating Yuta whist being in the same team made you inflate with pride. You contributed three out of five goals, whereas on the other hand, he could secure none. You see, hurting his pride was way better than embedding a punch bruise on his handsome face.

You noticed him sprinting towards you. Was he going to apologize for what he did before? Nah, he wasn’t that type. He sat himself on his ankles as he bent down, placing his sweaty palms on your knee. "Are you alright?" He inquired. "Of course, why would-" You halted suddenly as you took notice of your joint, which was ceaselessly bleeding. All the resentful emotions in your head made you so numb you couldn’t even care to take a notice of it.

"Mmm, it’s going to be okay, Y/N. This is probably from when you slid on the grass." He said as he placed your foot on his thigh, so as to take a closer look. "Stop it, Yuta! You’re going to get me ridiculed by the pretty ones, again!" You fumed at him. This wasn’t the first time that one of you treated the other’s wound. Twelve years of sports together brought incidences like these quite more than often, however, this time wasn’t it. You put force to your leg, trying to get it out of Yuta’s hold.

"You’re not the Y/N who would bother to think of all that shit, you’re the Y/N I know since we were babies." Yuta voiced, without letting go of your leg, as he now started to blow his breath on the damaged spot, which was being disinfected by the antiseptic. You stood there like an animated character that had not yet been assigned a facial expression.

"Y/N, I’m sorry. Did that really hurt you?" He queried, still devoting all his attention to your knee. "Come on! What am I? Seven? That’s just a cut, quite deep but yeah, I’ll be fine." You explained. This was the uniqueness of your and his relationship; it could be bitter like poison, but that did not mean an absence of communication-it could be swearing, taunting, occasional jokes, but it never stopped.

"Not this dumbo! I’m sorry for what I did earlier." This much was enough to get the tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Emotionally, you were a mess.

"Hey hey hey, Y/N! No! I’m sorry, please, stop crying! Whatever it is, I’m sorry, look it’s so much better than dying, right?" So much better than dying- his signature words, of course, most of the times, things were very much better than losing life. Yuta was panicking, trying everything he could to make you stop crying- but you were nowhere near it.

He rose up, holding your face with his hands, which were now coloured red with your blood. His thumbs positioned themselves on your cheek as they swept away the tears. He was looking at you right in the eyes. "Stop crying, Y/N. Hmm?" He hummed sweetly in his deep, manly voice. You nodded, trying to get back to normal.

A grin took over his face, like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room. You reciprocated it. By now, you were much more calm. He tilted your head a bit more, punching his lips ever so softly on your sweaty forehead.

The sun was bidding its daily farewell as the sky gradually changed its colours. Orange, then a darker purple with a pinch of tint. The jet streams from the airplane margined the two shades. The birds were on their way home, and so were the daily commuters. It had been a tough day for everyone.

You took a glance at Yuta’s eyes, shining and sparkling like the moon that would soon embellish the night sky.

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markicantwait · 3 months

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✨️Oh, my heart lies when I lie with you Got stars in my eyes, light the sky for you✨️

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127tyong · 1 year

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Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Genre: Smut, Childhood Friends AU, Reader is in her 20s, Caught Masturbating (Taeyong)

Warnings: (This is so vanilla. Like, the most vanilla shit I've ever written. It's just sex y'all.)

Word Count: 3k

In your eyes, Taeyong was practically a baby. You grew up living in the same neighborhood as him, and would constantly go to his house after school. You always had a key to wherever he was living, even after you both entered the workforce and were adults, you would still go to his house and spend time with him, comforting each other.

You would never admit this, since Taeyong was such a nerd, but you always thought he was cute. After all, you spent your entire life with him, watching his highs and lows. Something about him made you giggle and your heart palpitate.

But today, after work, you went to his house, wanting to drink with him since you were stressed out, but he wasn’t home. Slipping off your heels, you massaged your feet through your stockings. Finally deciding to just go through his manga collection, you laid on his bed, and flipped through a random edition of “One Piece,” of which Taeyong owned the entire collection.

After about 30 minutes, you heard the front door click open, then lock shut as Taeyong returned home. “You’re here?” Taeyong asked from the living room after he saw your shoes by the door.

“Yeah!” You called back, not wanting to move from the warmth of his bed.

“Ugh, I'm so tired…” Taeyong mumbled as he walked through the door, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Taeyong’s eyes widened after he saw you on his bed. “What are you doing? You’re breaking the spine!” Taeyong ran to grab the book from you, but you pushed him away.

“God… you’re such a fucking nerd.” You scoffed as Taeyong practically got on his knees and whined, begging you to give him the manga back.

“Excuse me, I prefer the term “otaku”, thank you very much!” Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Now let go!” His face was resting on your stomach as he shook your arms.

You tossed the paperback book onto his bed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey! That’s my precious Nami cover page!” Taeyong scurried to pick up the book and placed it back onto his bookshelf.

“You only like her because she has big boobs.” You scoffed.

“No, it’s not like that!” He sighed, joining you under the covers of his twin sized bed, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “Besides, she’s not even my ideal type.”

“Whatever you say.” Sighing, you pat Taeyong’s head. He always did need more comforting than anyone else you had ever been friends with. The whiny, clingy, version of Taeyong remained the same even after all these years.

Taeyong rubbed his face on the collar of your button up shirt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Am I hurting you?” And kind of, he was practically resting all of his body weight on your chest. He was way too comfortable with lying on your boobs as a grown man.

“Ugh, you should really buy a bigger bed, you have a huge bedroom just to fill it up with manga and figures. How are you planning on ever getting married?” You ran your hands through his hair, your fingernails scratching his head.

Taeyong sat up, getting off you. He slid his glasses back on and brushed his hair back into place. “Do you want to drink with me?”

Taeyong snorted, shifting to look you in the eye. “You really think I’ll get married?”

You pulled his glasses off and fluffed his hair up. “You know, you’d look really good if you actually wanted to…” Your hands slid down his cheeks, your palms cupping his jaw, feeling the sharp bone on your fingertips. Biting your lip, you really thought he looked good, even with his glasses on. He couldn't hide his pretty face behind thick glasses frames or a messy haircut, and you knew it.

Taeyong swallowed another shot, the bottle practically empty. He was sitting on his living room floor, a movie playing in the background.

“Tyong, don’t you think that's enough?” Sitting on the couch behind him, you only let yourself take a few sips of your drink, not letting your eyes leave Taeyong, worried he would do something stupid the moment you did.

He was always like this… Never able to feel how drunk or high he was until he was past the point of no return. You had many memories of him in college where he poured 4 shots of vodka into his Coke, saying it wasn’t even strong, then blacking out in the living room, passing out, waking up, and finally joining you in your bed.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” You helped him stand up, his arm around your shoulders.

You grabbed the bottle from him. “Yongie, that’s enough.”

“You’re no fun!” He whined, his head hitting your knee.

Taeyong whined, his voice almost grating. “No…! Stay and drink with me!”

You sighed, dragging Taeyong into his bedroom. “Fuck!” You stubbed your toe against his dresser. You dropped Taeyong, instinctively grabbing your toe. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You looked down at Taeyong, who was too drunk to realize you had even dropped him, and you tossed him onto his bed. You unbuttoned his shirt for him, trying to get him comfortable so he could sleep.

“Do my pants.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his arm.

“No, I don’t really want to.” You sighed.

“Fine.” He went under his blanket and took his pants off himself.

“I’m going home.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with drunk Taeyong anymore.

“No..!” He whined, sitting up. “Come here.”

How could you say no to that face? “Fine. Only until you sleep.” You took your bra and stockings off, then joined him.

You sat on the edge of his bed, tucking him into bed. “Good night, Taeyong.”

He grabbed onto your wrist before you could even stand up. “Just until I sleep?” He begged, pouting.

His hot breath was next to your face, and it was sick how naturally his arm wrapped around your waist. It was disgusting how Taeyong made your heart flutter, but he didn’t even think twice about you. You knew he only cared about two things, himself, and his manga collection. But even still, you let yourself imagine what it would’ve been like if Taeyong liked you back, so you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

“Shit. Fuck. What did I do?” You felt Taeyong sit up next to you, his arms ripping off your waist.

“What?” You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up.

Taeyong ran out of bed, quickly grabbing some pants out of his closet. “Did we… uh…”

“What? No. You were drunk. Besides, I don’t think you could fuck me even if you were sober.” You pulled the covers up over your chest. “Can I steal some clothes? I have work in…” You grabbed your phone off the charger. “40 minutes.”

“Yeah, I think I have some of your clothes from the last time you slept over.” Taeyong looked in his dresser, tossing you one of your old shirts and skirts.

“Do you mind if I wear some of your boxers?” You hooked your bra back on, watching Taeyong go through his closet.

“I’m sorry?” Taeyong deeply exhaled.

“Well, it’s not like I can wear these panties for a 2nd day. Besides, you wash your underwear… right?” You buttoned your shirt up.

“Um…” Taeyong tossed a pair of black boxers at you. “I’m gonna shower… or something.” He left you in his room, waving his hand around.

You got dressed and made your way to his bathroom.

“What the fuck!” Taeyong screamed, his shower curtain blocking your view of him, but he stuck his head out.

“I just need to brush my hair and my teeth! You don’t mind if I use your toothbrush, right?” You started to comb your hair with his brush.

“I guess not? Just get out!” Taeyong retracted his head back into the shower.

You brushed your teeth. “You’re the best! I’m gonna head out after this!”

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” You realized when you were already at work.

You decided to head back to Taeyong's house during your lunch break.

When you went inside, you tried to be as quiet as possible, so as to not scare any of his neighbors, but you assumed Taeyong was still at work.

When you went into Taeyong’s room, you were unprepared for what you saw.

“Fuck! What are you doing Taeyong?” You hissed at him.

He was laying on his bed, cock in his hand, cum dripping all over his abs and fingers. And in his other hand were your panties, pressed against his face like a pervert. Whiny moans, moaning your name escaped his mouth.

“I- I’m sorry!” Taeyong jumped up, trying to walk towards you.

You instinctively backed up, not knowing what to say. If he was a teenage boy, you could make an excuse for him, saying he’s just a kid… But he’s nearly 30, and you know he wasn’t even a virgin, since you both lost your virginity in high school. You really didn’t think he even masturbated while thinking about actual girls, assuming he just watched hentai. And you certainly didn’t think he masturbated while thinking about you.

So, you mumbled the only thing you could really think at that point. “You’re gonna get cum on me.”

Taeyong sighed and slid some pants on and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

You grabbed your phone off the floor and nearly ran out of his house.

“Wait!” Taeyong called after you.

You waved him off, not even wanting to make eye contact with him.“Taeyong, I really don’t wanna talk to you-”

He grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

“Tae-” You sighed, your hand already on the doorknob, ready to leave.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a back hug. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “You know that right?”

“I have to go to work.” You sighed, sliding your phone into your jacket pocket.

“I’m really sorry, I promise I am, I promise I will never do that again…” You felt tears on your neck, and the water on Taeyong’s hands made your stomach cold.

He was so pathetic, like a little baby begging his mommy for forgiveness after breaking a vase.

You turned around and kissed the tears off his cheeks, petting his head, soothing him. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

That was a lie. A ball of anger, frustration, and nerves started filling your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t let you. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you forced yourself to face Taeyong and hug him.

“I’m sorry…” He whined, holding onto your waist.

“I know, but you understand that was hard for me to walk in on, right?” You tried to pull away from the hug, but his grip didn’t loosen. His boner kept poking you, rubbing against your stomach. You wondered how he could be hard in this situation, in front of you after you saw that… Your cheeks flushed, not knowing how to handle the thought of Taeyong fucking you, his moans so raw and pathetic, his head thrown back. “Taeyong, let go, I have to go back to work…”

“No.” He whined into your ear.

You sighed, pulling out your phone and texting your boss something urgent came up at home and you wouldn’t be able to come back, which was only a half lie. “Fine…”

“You know I love you, right?” Taeyong kissed your neck, tickling you. He pushed you against the front door, pinning you there. You silently wondered when he’d let you go, his hands falling down your back and onto your hips, his chin still resting on your shoulder.

“Of course, I love you too.” You pat his back, wishing he’d get off you.

“Would you… suck me off?” Taeyong finally let go of you, taking half a step back.

“What? Taeyong, I think you’ve just been single too long…” You shook your head, forcing it to clear of any impure thoughts, any hope, any expectations.

Taeyong’s thumb glazed over your lips, his fingers gently brushing over your neck, making you look up into his eyes. Eyes that lost their innocent, child-like look, and that have turned dark, lustful. Lustful for you. “Don’t you want me?”

“Taeyong, let's stop this already…” You mumbled through Taeyong’s thumb.

Taeyong’s lips made contact with your neck, licking its most sensitive spot. “I don’t think you really want to.” He was gentle, sweetly sucking, making you press your head back, your back arching.

A whiny voice escaped your throat, a voice you never knew you could make. You clutched onto Taeyong’s waist, your fingers digging into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him towards you.

You felt Taeyong’s lips curl into a smirk on your neck. His hands swept down to your shirt collar, unbuttoning your shirt, then sliding towards your back to unhook your bra. His hands explored your body, a body he’s touched multiple times, yet he’s touching you as if it was his first. Squeezing your breasts in his hands, then immediately going under your skirt, rubbing your clit through his boxers.

“Can’t believe you’re wearing my boxers… Fucking hell.” Taeyong gritted his teeth, pushing your shoulders down, forcing you on the floor.

You slid his sweatpants down, his cock slapping his stomach before hitting your lips. Licking the cum off his dick, you let yourself swallow everything, looking up at Taeyong. Kissing the tip of his cock, you gently edged him, licking, kissing, but not actually sucking it.

Taeyong laughed to himself, biting his lip. “Fuck… the girl I was just masturbating to is on her knees in front of me…” His pretty moans kept you going, cockhead nearly turning purple from being teased from your kisses. “Ugh, hurry up, please…” He groaned, words stretched out from throwing his neck back.

“Why should I?” You spoke, his dick still on your lips, causing the soundwaves of your voice to vibrate against him. “You’ve been nothing but mean to me today, so why should I?”

“You’re too fucking mean… Watched me humiliate myself and still won’t help me…” Taeyong’s hands reached the back of your head, fingers interlaced into your hair. “I’ll do it myself then.”

Your lips parted on their own, throbbing cock sliding into your mouth. He started gentle, not wanting to hurt you, but he gradually let himself go, thrusting harder down into your throat, hitting the back. Choking on it caused your eyes to start tearing up, the sloppy sound of your saliva echoing in his living room. You slapped on his thighs, trying to get him to stop, his grip on your hair just tightening. Taeyong thrusted thrice, before pulling out and squirting his cum on your lips and cheeks.

You coughed a bit, stroking your throat to help the feeling of an abused throat go away. “Taeyong! What the fuck?”

“You look cute when you’re covered in my cum.” Taeyong went into the kitchen then tossed you a towel.

Wiping your face off, you lazily stood up, going back into Taeyong’s bedroom, tossing yourself onto his bed, Taeyong following. “I was right.”

“I’m gonna fuck the source of my horny dreams.” Taeyong mumbled, biting his lip.

“About what?” Taeyong watched you undress yourself, tossing your clothes on the floor.

“It’s going to be hard to have sex on a twin sized bed, you should’ve bought a king, or queen at least…” You pulled down the boxers you were wearing, sliding onto your hands and knees. “Are you ready?”

He hurriedly slid his length inside you, plunging in. Hands grabbed around your waist, forcing you up, pressing his body into yours, lips nibbling at your neck and ear. Taeyong’s long, longer and harder than a man who’s came a thousand times already should be. Fucking you like a virgin, like he’s never fucked a girl before, whiny, pathetic, moaning your name into your ear, ragged, unpredictable thrusts, hurting your core. His hands made their way down to your clit, rubbing circles into it. “Do you feel good?” He asked between heavy breaths, the heat of his gasps for air on your neck. He felt like his dick would melt inside you, sucking him in, so warm. He swore he could feel your heartbeat while he was inside you, your legs shaking and vibrating from how aroused you were.

It was nearly idiotic of him to even ask, your cries louder than his moans, feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed. He was too much, doing everything he could to make you climax all at once. “Fuck! Yes!” You screamed at him, about to cry from how good you felt all at once. It was almost sickening how even while having sex with you, he still wanted to make sure you felt good, and how he didn’t even realize how much you liked it…

“So much better than I ever dreamed of.” Taeyong’s fingers are covered in your juices, making him lick them. “Taste even better.” Your neck was bitten up, hickeys that wouldn’t go away for weeks, and trailed down to your shoulder.

You wondered if Taeyong felt the same way about you… If he loved you the way you loved him, if you were the last thought he had before he went to bed, and the first in the morning… Wanton moans in your ear made your fears subside, figuring he could only act like this because he loves you. He was so romantic, even if he didn’t realize it. Constantly reminding you how good you feel around his cock, how pretty you are… Everything about Taeyong made you dizzy.

“Taeyong, I’m gonna…” Your head fell forward, toes curling, whining for him.

“Me too, cum with me…” Taeyong’s fingers returned to your clit, trying to make you climax.

“Taeyong, Taeyong… Taeyong!” You moaned his name out as you reached your climax.

“I love you! I love you so much…” He screamed as he came into your womb, thick ropes of white cum filling you up. He dropped you, making you plop onto the bed.

You backed up, sitting on his bed. “I, um, should take a shower… and eat lunch…” You clutched on your stomach, womb abused.

Taeyong hummed. “Say it back.” He cupped your cheek, wiping your tears.

“Say what?” Your back hit the wall as you sat.

“Tell me you love me.” Taeyong started kissing you, looking at you with those big, innocent, brown eyes. Looking at you as if your neck wasn’t covered in his bite marks, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

“You know I love you.” You kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you.”

He pushed you, making you lay back down. “Good.” He lined his cock back up to your pussy lips. “Then I’ll fuck you some more, alright?”

“Ugh… Only if you buy a bigger bed tomorrow, and get your manga collection out of the bedroom.” You pressed a hand against his cheek, pouting.

“Only if you marry me.”

#nct fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nct 127 smut #taeyong smut #95 line smut

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horanghae-mianhae · 10 months

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Photos in your camera roll - YUTA

I saw this on Twitter 🥹 and give credit to the creator of the idea 🫶

#nct reaction #nct preferences #boyfriend snap #nctzen #czennie #nct 127 #nct u #yuta #nakamoto yuta #hyung line #95 liner

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skybluelatte · 3 months

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Happy Birthday Johnny!!!💚🐱💚

#johnny #nct #95 line #nct 127 #johnny suh #seo youngho #what a fine man #nct’s sweet and funny pillar #much love #HappyJohnnyDay #SUHweetest29th #020924

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nctzzzenn · 1 year

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#photocard #nctzen #nct #nct 127 #ay yo #dj #unit #95 line #mark #taeyong #haechan #yuta #jungwoo #jaehyun #doyoung #johnny #taeil

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techtechonmymind · 3 months

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#☹️☹️☹️#95 line #nct #smtown #taeyongie 🌸#my neighbor johnny 🌃#yuta⚡️

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jeneseoquoi · 11 months

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nct 127 | '95 line + bad days

(note: johnny & yuta went to support taeyong’s shalala mucore prerecording so i had to take the moment to write a little something about my favorite trio. hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! if you enjoyed it, tell me in the tags/comments/ask box. and if you want me to write it for any of the other members, let me know and i'll try my best to get it done! a little long so most of it is under the cut.)

johnny: "are you okay?" you questioned, cornering the tall man in the kitchen.

johnny had barely spoken to you when you got home from work which was odd. it was even more odd when he spent the past fifteen minutes slamming any and every drawer & cabinet door in the apartment.

"i'm fine." he says, grabbing a random pot from the cabinet and pushing past you.

"are you suuuuure?" you ask as he opens and slams yet another drawer. "you seem a litt-"

"i said i'm fine!" he cut you off sharply causing you to furrow your brows at his obvious passive aggressiveness and tone of his voice.

"okay look, i know you well enough to tell that you're not fine. i get if you don't want to talk about it right now, but you could just say that instead of slamming around everything in our house and raising your voice at me."

he stayed silent, opting to gaze at the floor to avoid your glare.

"i'll be in our bedroom if and when you're ready to talk." you say, pushing past him toward the hallway.

it's less than an hour before you hear a faint set of knocks, followed by the bedroom door creaking open. you look up from your position on the bed to see your sheepish looking man. closing the book in front of you to acknowledge his presence, you wait for him to speak first.

"i'm sorry." he pouts, "i had a shitty day at work, but i shouldn't have taken it out on you." you nod accepting his apology before opening your arms to him.

"come here. you wanna tell me what happened?" he nods, making his over to the bed and settling into your arms. he tells you about his day, snuggling in closer as you thread your fingers through his hair.

"thank you for listening babe. i really needed this."

"of course baby," you cup his cheeks, "i'm always here for you no matter what."

he smiles, leaning up toward you. "i love you."

you smile back at him, before pressing your lips to his.

"i love you."

taeyong: "tae?" you called, slowly opening the door to the bedroom you share. he doesn't answer, but the blanket on your guys' bed clearly outlines his frame under it. making your way over, you carefully pull back the blanket to see your boyfriend face first into his pillow.

"is everything okay love?" you gently nudge him, taking a seat on the bedside. he finally turns to face you, revealing his puffy, red eyes. a clear sign he's been crying.

"oh my god! taeyong! what happened?!" he shakes his head, letting you know he doesn't want to talk about it, but you know it's weighing heavy on his heart by the sheer sadness in his eyes.

you take the moment to hold your hand out to him which he hesitantly takes. "come on." you say as he allows you to drag him out of the bed, and into the bathroom.

you turn on the shower, undressing before stepping in, and he follows suit. you face him, watching as the water cascades down his shoulders and you know he's trying so hard to keep the tears at bay.

"it's okay. you can cry in here and nobody will know. not even me."

as if your words broke the dam, tears start to spill from his eyes as the sobs rack through his body. you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

it's a while before taeyong finally settles into your embrace, his sobs turning to quiet sniffles. he buries his face further into your neck as if to muffle his next words, but you hear it clearly.

"thank you."

yuta: you know he had a bad day. he'd practically said as much when he got home. still, he was doing his best to keep up a happy persona.

tonight was your guys' monthly date night and you know how much yuta (and you) look forward to spending the much needed time together. see, even though you guys finally live together, it's not often the both of you get to do something special with each other due to his pretty strict, busy schedule. that's why early on in your relationship, you made a pact that no matter what, unless he was away on tour, you guys would have at least one night a month dedicated to a special date night.

these nights mean the most to yuta, so you could understand how he would be frustrated that of all days for him to have a bad one, it had to be on day night. yet, even though it was evident to you in his mannerisms and eyes, he refused to let on that he was even a tiny bit upset. which, to be honest, was making you feel a little worse. you never want your partner to suppress his feelings for your sake.

throughout dinner you tried to subtly ask him about his day or how he was feeling, but knowing your tactics, he brushed them off or just plainly changed the subject.

dinner and dessert went by with no luck of getting yuta to open up, and before you knew it, you guys were walking out of the restaurant and toward his car to make the journey home.

he opened the passenger door for you, before shutting it and making his way around to get into the driver's side seat.

"yuta." you called. he hummed in response, letting you know that he was listening. "can you look at me?"

he turned his head to face you, confusion present on his face. you reached over the center console to lace your fingers with his and continued.

"i know you had a bad day. and i know you think by hiding it, you're saving our date night, but i want you to know that you never have to pretend you're okay with me. i appreciate you trying your best to be happy for tonight, but i'd much rather you stay true to how you're really feeling, even if it's date night."

he sighs deeply, squeezing your hand, then bringing it up to his lips.

"you're right. i shouldn't and won't hide from you. i promise to tell you all about it on our way home."

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jaemtens · 2 years

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nct 127 ◇ ‘2 baddies’ jacket behind (95 line)

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⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

status, in session...

❪ kpop masterlist ❫

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

❪ more might be added... ❫

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127tyong · 1 year

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Baby Don't Like It

Previous Part: Heartbreaker

Pairing: Yuta X Taeyong X Reader X Johnny

Genre: Smut, Revenge AU, y'all are gonna hate this ending, Angst

Warnings: Breakup Sex, Yuta focus, Revenge Sex, Loss of Virginity (Taeyong)

Word Count: 4k

“I wanted to do it with you because I know you’re more experienced than me…”

You sighed, hugging him again. “I’ll think about it… I don’t want to take your virginity like this.”

"Please!" Taeyong looked at you with glassy eyes.

“Taeyong…” You stroked his hair. “I’d… feel guilty.”

Taeyong cupped your cheek, his thumb against your swollen lips. “Well… I’ll just tell my fans we’re dating, if that’s okay… Maybe we can break up in a month?”

You nodded. “Sure…”

Taeyong pulled away from your hug. "Well… I'll be going home now."

"Taeyong?" He stopped.

"Hm?"

"Are you… sure about this?" You rubbed your arm.

"Why would I not be?" He left your house.

The next morning, you looked at yourself in the mirror, looking at your plump, swollen lips and feeling your core, still needy from the change of your usual routine with Yuta.

You DMed Johnny, figuring he was your safest option.

[you] when can i see you again?

[johnnyjsuh] aren't you dating ty? lol

[you] i promise i can explain everything

[johnnyjsuh] fine, my house is the one the party was at

[johnnyjsuh] i’ll leave the door unlocked, come in

“There she is, the girl that went viral!” Johnny yelled at you from the kitchen, wearing shorts and no shirt.

“Ugh, stop…” You groaned, slamming the door shut, your head still aching

Johnny turned off the sink, his abs wet from the splashing water. “Hey, you puked in my bushes, I get to shit on you a bit.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting at the dining table. “Whatever.”

“Anyways, what do you want? Last I checked, we aren’t close enough to randomly show up at each other’s houses.” Johnny sat next to you.

“You said you wanted to meet up with me again…” You fidgeted with your hair.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Is this what this is about? You know I told you that I don’t do hookups anymore, right?” He leaned back in his seat, licking his lips in frustration.

“You said you’d help me forget…” You mumbled, hanging your head down, looking at the wood texture on the table.

“...Whatever.” He ran his hands through his hair. “What’s going on with Taeyong?” Johnny quickly changed the subject.

“It’s easier to say we’re dating then to force him to explain that he’s actually a manwhore to his audience.” You nodded.

“Isn’t he a virgin?” Johnny clicked his tongue. “Did you fuck my other best friend?”

“No! I just… sucked his dick until he almost passed out?” Once you heard yourself you began to regret ever saying anything.

Johnny buried his face into his hands. “Jesus Christ…”

“I’m sorry…” You bit your lip regretting ever saying anything..

Johnny groaned. “It’s fine, I guess.”

"Listen, I, um… Oh, god, nevermind! This was a bad idea." You stood up. "I'll leave now."

Johnny grabbed your wrist. "Tell me."

"I haven't had sex in so long! For Yuta and I, it was a nearly daily thing! I need dick!" You yelled out, your mouth speaking before you could think.

Johnny let go of your wrist. "Oh…" He looked up at you with a disappointed look in his eyes.

"It was a stupid idea, I-" You went to leave.

Johnny quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, kissing you. One of your knees was in between his thighs, your arms falling around his neck to stabilize yourself.

"Do you not want to hear my answer?" The arm around your waist trailed down to your hips, then your legs, his large, rough hands finally sinking into the fat on the back of your thighs.

"Johnny…" You sighed, your hands cupping his cheeks.

"You're so goddamn pathetic. Soaking through your panties and onto my leg?" Johnny moved his hand from your thigh and up your skirt, grabbing ahold of your panties and pulling them up then down, the friction on your clit making you whine.

When you didn’t give him an answer, Johnny sighed, pushing you off him. “You’re not worth my time.”

“Johnny, please!” You grabbed his bicep, feeling his muscles in both hands. “You’re the only person I can ask for help…” You whined, pouting as hard as you could.

“When will you learn?” Johnny looked at you with fake sympathy, mocking you. “Are you that addicted to dick? Maybe it’s time for you to buy a dildo.” He pushed you away, turning away from you, breaking eye contact.

You grinded your hips against his lap, trying to get him hard. “Please… I’m already here…”

“What makes me think I want to fuck you?” Johnny smirked then scoffed. “Nothing about you is even special.”

“You don’t mean that, do you?” You got off him, grabbing your phone, ready to leave.

Johnny laughed, running his hands through his hair. “I bet you were a total slut with Yuta, why don’t you do that with me? Or give me a blowjob like you did to Taeyong… Come on.”

You touched your swollen lips. “Um…”

“Lips too sore to suck dick but begging to be fucked?” Johnny stood up. “Yuta must’ve babied you.”

Johnny pulled you into his room. “Sorry, but I’m not Yuta.” He slammed you onto your knees, your knees bruising off the wooden floors. He slid his shorts down, practically shoving his cock down your throat.

Yuta never treated you like this. You began to think while Johnny's dick met the back of your throat.

At least Yuta saw you as more than an object…

However, you really didn't have much time to think since Johnny was face fucking you, his cock bigger than Taeyong's and certainly more aggressive than the boy was. Constantly pulling your hair, aggressively thrusting, crushing your nose against his skin…

"Such a good girl." Johnny moaned. "You look so pretty when you have mascara running down your face."

You wished you were drunk this time. If you were drunk, at least you could blame how good it felt on the alcohol, or you could at least stop comparing Johnny to Taeyong, or Johnny to Yuta…

Johnny eventually pulled out, his cum squirting onto your face and into your hair.

Johnny really loved turning you into a mess…

Johnny sighed, his shoulders slumping as he let go of your head.

You coughed, finally being able to breathe properly.

“You ready?” Johnny pulled your arm, hoisting you up.

“For what?” You rubbed your lips.

“For what you came here for.” Johnny laughed, laying on his bed. “Ride me. I wanna watch those titties bounce while you get off on me.”

“Let me… wash my face first.” The warm cum was running down your cheeks.

“You look so pretty painted with my cum, baby.” Johnny grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll feel good.”

You straddled Johnny's cock, lining him up to your folds.

"Yuta did everything for you, didn't he?" Johnny sighed, slamming your hips down onto his dick, lifting you up and then lowering you with ease, as if your weight was nothing to him.

"I…" You breathed out, panting. "I can do it…"

It almost made Johnny sick, the way your tongue curled, the way you moaned his name, the way your eyes never looked at him, rather, beyond him. He could grip your waist and squeeze your tits, but they didn't feel like his.

You were still Yuta's.

The truth was, despite how everyone thought of him, he really wanted to find love. But hearing you say you miss that bastard, Yuta… it made him sick.

Johnny quickly snapped out of his thoughts, focusing back on how your tits bounced when you rode him, your nasty moans, so fucking high pitched, unable to hold yourself back…

"Good girl." Johnny cooed, figuring Yuta probably hardly ever praised you. “My perfect little whore.”

He watched as you got yourself off on his cock, your eyes rolled back and your back perfectly arched. It didn't make sense to Johnny. You looked perfect on his cock, not Taeyong's or Yuta's. You looked perfect covered in his cum, and no one else's. He figured that one day, you might actually love him. That you could be a good housewife that would greet him with a kiss when he got home from work. But he knew that would never happen.

Not in this universe, at least.

Your little moans got louder, then screamed out to Johnny about how you were close.

"Me too, princess. I'm gonna-" Johnny shot out his cum inside you since you didn't pull out quickly enough.

"Fuck!" You hissed. "Why would you cum inside me?"

Johnny quickly realized that you would never be his, no matter how perfect you were.

"Bathroom's across the hall." Johnny mumbled, getting dressed. "Lock the door when you leave, I'm going out."

“Are you home?” Taeyong rang your doorbell.

You were sitting on your couch, chewing on your thumb nail, your core sore from Johnny hitting your womb, despite the fact about a week had passed. “There's a key under the doormat.” You yelled.

He let himself in. “Hey.” He sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you. “Are you busy?”

You shook your head. “Did I look busy?” You scoffed.

Taeyong grimaced. “Yeah… Well, uh…”

“What do you want, Taeyong?” Your head fell onto his shoulder, flipping through Netflix.

“I’m sorry…” He sighed.

“What is it?” You rolled your eyes, tired with him.

“I may or may not have told Yuta that you’d be willing to talk to him.” Taeyong braced himself, expecting the worst.

You sat up straight. “What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry! I said we were dating!” Taeyong got off your couch and hid behind it. “I agreed to dinner with him tonight!”

“Tonight?” You stood up, scratching your head. “Taeyong, what the fuck?”

“Just dinner! I swear to God! Just dinner!” Taeyong stayed crouched.

“Taeyong!” You yelled, wanting an answer.

“I wanted to go to that 5-star restaurant!” Taeyong stood up from behind the couch.

“You sold me out for steak?” You threw a pillow at him.

Taeyong caught the pillow and tossed it back onto the couch. “Listen, I’ll do all the talking, it’ll be fine! Plus, do you really think Yuta will believe you until he sees it himself?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, but the moment I feel uncomfortable, I’m leaving.”

Taeyong sighed. “And I’m choosing what you’re wearing.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Taeyong went into your bedroom and looked into your closet. “Here.” He pulled out a dress you haven’t worn since before you started dating Yuta, since he said it made you look like a slut.

“Absolutely not.” You looked at the short dress. “I haven’t worn that thing in forever. It’s probably too small at this point.”

“Which is why it’s perfect, come on, you’ll feel hot.” Taeyong scoffed.

“I want you to know I hate you.” You grabbed the dress and put it on in front of Taeyong.

“Ack…” Taeyong turned around.

“Taeyong, I sucked your dick, we’re beyond being uncomfortable at seeing each other naked.” You sighed.

“We didn’t fuck though! Totally different!” Taeyong’s forehead made contact with the wall with a thump.

“You still wanna?” You scoffed. “Zip me up.”

Taeyong turned around and zipped your dress. “Maybe.”

You spun around. “Are you gonna wear that?” You looked at Taeyong’s oversized hoodie and jeans.

“Well… I made this promise to Yuta then immediately came here…” Taeyong scratched the back of his neck.

You groaned. “Go home and get changed. I need to put makeup on or something anyways.”

“Wait. Make a promise to me.” Taeyong stood in the doorway.

“What?”

“If this night works out well, you’ll take my virginity.”

You told Taeyong you’d think about it, but you really meant no.

Either way, you were standing next to Taeyong, who was now wearing a suit, waiting for Yuta outside the restaurant.

“I’ll do all the talking, I promise.” Taeyong reminded you for the 100th time.

“Got it.” You sighed, clutching onto Taeyong’s arm.

Soon after, Yuta approached you two. “Hey.”

You took a deep breath. “Hi, Yuta.”

Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your side next to his. “Yeah, hi Yuta.”

Yuta gave you both the fakest smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Shall we get seated?”

You were seated and given a menu. “Oh, by the way, how did you get reservations so quickly?”

Yuta clenched his jaw. “Well, I’ve always been able to get us reservations through all of our relationship.”

“Oh…” You sipped your water.

Taeyong squeezed your thigh, reminding you to stop talking. “So, Yuta, how’s life been?”

“Fine. Just fine.” Yuta squeezed onto his cutlery, his knuckles turning a disturbing shade of white.

You could practically see the sweat dripping down Yuta’s face, his discomfort both enthralling you, but also upsetting you.

Taeyong’s fingers tapped against your thighs again. “So, how’s the single life?”

“If your intention on bringing me out here tonight was to make a mockery of me, you’re sorely mistaken.” Yuta smiled at Taeyong. “I’m doing… just fine.”

You could feel Taeyong’s nails practically digging through your flesh. “Oh yeah? Say, how good was the pussy to make you cheat?

“Taeyong!” You hissed.

Yuta sighed. "I just… wanted to see how you two were doing. This was a bad idea, I should just leave."

"We'll enjoy our date without you." Taeyong flashed a smile at Yuta.

Yuta grabbed your hand from across the table. "I promise, I didn't mean to, I-"

Taeyong stood up, pushing Yuta back. "You were leaving?"

Yuta looked at the ground. "Yeah. Good night."

"Well, at least that's over." Taeyong scoffed, then gave you a smile. “Eat.”

"Can you even call that a success?" You laughed as Taeyong unzipped your dress in the backseat of his car, positioned on his lap, in between his legs, his pants already unzipped.

He shrugged. "Hey, at least I stood up for you!" His lips dove onto your neck, quickly giving you a hickey, his teeth digging into your delicate skin. “Yuta can’t exactly say he’s done anything like that for you.”

You slid your panties off. "Yeah, thank you…"

"You're dating me now, well, at least publicly… So there's no reason to worry. " Taeyong unhooked your bra, sliding a hand under the padding and onto your breasts, toying with your nipples, the other sliding between your thighs, his middle finger finding your clit with ease, drawing circles until you were sure there was a puddle on the expensive leather seats.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" You felt the finger slide into your cunt, your walls squeezing around his finger.

“Even I at least know this much from porn…” Taeyong laughed, his breath warming up your neck. “What? Did Yuta not know where your clit was?”

"Well, the stereotype is that boys don't know where the clit is…" You felt Taeyong's fingers pump in and out of you, making squelching sounds.

"Well, you know… the clit actually gets bigger when you get horny… So maybe that explains why it was so easy for me to find it."

Your hand wrapped around Taeyong's wrist, trying to get him to slow down in between moans, your head falling back onto his shoulder. "You're going too hard, Taeyong…"

"I'm sorry…" He whispered. "To be honest, I wanna at least make you cum on my fingers before I put it in…"

"Why?"

"I came so quickly by your tongue, I'm worried I'll cum immediately when I put it in you…" Taeyong pulled his hand out and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his face on your neck, figuring he was so embarrassed that he blushed that hard.

"Taeyong…" You cooed. "It's okay…" You spun around, straddling his waist. "I'll make you feel good."

"Wait, I-"

You ignored Taeyong, sliding it in slowly.

"Fuck!" Taeyong's head fell into your chest, in between your breasts, his warm cum filling you up and into your womb.

"I didn't even put it all the way in." You hummed, cradling his head in the palm of your hand, taking in the look of Taeyong's flushed cheeks and watering eyes.

"It's too much." Taeyong whined. "It's too good. You're too good." Taeyong's lips were pouty, perfectly red and full.

You traced Taeyong's lips with your thumb then sliding the rest of his length inside you. "You're still so hard." You moaned out, feeling his tip kiss your cervix, his cum leaking out of your womb and back onto his cock as you rode him.

“Too good.” Taeyong whined as you bounced on him. “Too good, so good…”

“Gonna make me cum.” Your head found a spot on his shoulder, gnawing down. “Dick’s so big.”

“Bigger than Yuta’s?” Taeyong croaked out, his head falling back onto the foggy window.

Your hands pressed down onto his abdomen, finding a place to balance down onto. “So much bigger.” A lie.

“Fuck, I already wanna cum again. Please, just like that…” Taeyong whined, his hands covering his mouth, holding back his whiny moans.

“Cum. Cum inside me again.” You instructed, his whines edging you on.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” His eyes rolled back, his hands finding a place on your hips to dig into, his lips pouting again.

“Taeyong!” You hips rocked back and forth, milking every last drop of his cum into your womb. “So full…” You groaned.

Taeyong’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body on top of his, your arms naturally falling around his waist.

“You’re so warm.” He kissed your cheek. “I think I could get used to this.”

“Me too.” Your head fell onto his shoulder. “Me too, Taeyong.”

“It’s a shame I don’t love you, you would’ve been a nice girlfriend.” Taeyong’s fingers drummed on your back.

“Huh?” You pulled away from the hug.

“What, you didn’t know?” Taeyong laughed. “You’re not my type, like, at all.”

“Oh, fuck you Taeyong!” You grabbed your dress, sliding it back on, only able to zip it half way up your back. “I let you cum inside me and that’s all you have to say?”

Taeyong shrugged, zipping his pants back up. “If it makes you feel better, your pussy was amazing.”

You slammed the door open, exiting his car. “Fuck you, Lee Taeyong!”

Yuta was the first thing you saw when you left Taeyong, his familiar motorcycle still in the parking lot. “Oh, I-”

You hugged Yuta, your head falling into his chest. “Take me home.”

He spun you around and zipped up your dress. “Whatever you want.”

His jacket was wrapped around your waist since you left your panties in Taeyong’s car, your head on his back, arms around Yuta’s waist. The night time wind was always refreshing, it always gave you a sense of familiarity. That, combined with the scent of Yuta’s almost overwhelmingly strong cologne.

You really couldn’t wrap your head around it. Why would he cheat? Why would he do that to you? And then to make you almost feel bad for him? Almost. Only almost.

Yuta parked his bike in your driveway, which led you to immediately rip off his jacket and give it back to him, and run to your front door.

You would’ve been able to get in without talking to Yuta if it wasn’t for this damn lock!

“Give it to me.” Yuta grabbed your key and slid it in, unlocking it.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, entering your house.

“Listen, I wanted to talk, I-” Yuta followed you inside.

You cut Yuta off. “I don’t really want to hear it.”

“Babe, I-” Yuta grabbed your arm.

“I'm not your babe anymore. You just happened to be at the right place at the right time.” You scoffed.

Yuta sighed, letting go of you. “Johnny told me.”

“Told you what?” You spun around on your heel.

“That you missed me.” He wrapped his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t you miss me?”

“I told him I wasn’t used to not having sex with you anymore. Nothing else.” You pushed him away from you. “Go home, Yuta.”

“If you miss my dick… then at least have sex with me again.” Yuta’s thumb glossed over your lips, his digits entering your mouth.

“Yu…” You moaned out, still sore from Taeyong, but wanting Yuta more than ever.

“Shh, I know baby.” Yuta picked you up, your legs around his waist, taking you into your bedroom and laying you down.

“Fuck me… Fuck me, Yuta.” You whined as Yuta pulled off your dress.

"Always so cute…" Yuta kissed your jaw, rubbing your clit.

"Hurry up…" You groaned, spreading your legs open.

"Patience, princess." He whispered in your ear, raising your legs, your ankles resting on his shoulders. "I'll give you everything you've ever wanted."

As he slid his cock inside you, you didn't know how to feel. You expected instant gratification, but that didn't come.

"Come on princess, let me hear your pretty moans…" Yuta whined, his cock hitting you deeply.

You realized what had happened… Johnny and Taeyong broke you.

"Harder." You cried out. "More. Fuck me harder!"

Yuta grabbed you by your throat, his thumb pressing into the side of your neck. His pace quickened, causing you to roll your eyes back in ecstasy.

"Yu… Yuta!" You screamed out, grabbing onto his arm.

“Pathetic whore wants to be fucked hard but can’t even handle it.” Yuta groaned, his eyes focused on yours, causing you to turn your head, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

You wish you could tell Yuta to stop, to get off you, that this was all a mistake and you don’t want him to fuck you. But you knew you couldn’t. It felt too good… You were ruined, pathetic and begging a man you didn’t love to fuck you.

Yuta didn’t change… it was you.

Yuta knew everything you liked. How to kiss you, how fast or slow to fuck you… how to love you.

You just got used to Johnny and Taeyong…

Yuta snapped you out of your thoughts by slapping you.

“Ow!” You hissed, not expecting the pain.

Yuta wrapped his hand on the top of your head, his fist full of your hair. “Can’t even fucking pay attention to me anymore? God, I’m going to train you all over again…” His pace quickened, as you became even more of a mess around his cock, feeling how wet you were around him.

“Good whore, taking everything I give you…” He started sucking on your nipple, his tongue piercing flicking against your skin.

He was messy. Messier than Johnny, less whiny than Taeyong.

“I wanna… hear you moan, Yuta…” You cried out.

Yuta pulled away from your breast, then flipped you onto your stomach. “So fucking stupid…” He mumbled, shoving your face into the pillow. “I like you better when you don’t speak.”

You started crying into your pillow as it muffled your tears.

“Gonna cum inside you. Gonna plant a baby inside you so you won’t ever leave me again.” You felt Yuta’s grip on your thighs tighten as he came inside you, filling you up just as you promised.

You still felt empty.

“All mine. You will always be all mine. Don’t go to Johnny or Taeyong ever again.” His hot breath panted in your ear,

As Yuta let go of your head, you turned over, falling asleep on your side, Yuta right next to you. Cold, emotionless, and not knowing for sure what love is.

When you looked at your phone the next morning, you saw that Taeyong announced your breakup with him.

You knew you couldn’t text Johnny after that, thinking to yourself that wouldn’t be fair to you or him.

Yuta’s arm was around your waist, his fingers dangling on your waist. When he woke up, he dragged his arm away, yawning.

"Why'd you cheat on me, Yuta?" Was all you managed to get out of you, having a million questions but choosing that one to ask him. Your face was covered in tears, crying after you came to the understanding that you couldn't live without him, and he needed you just as badly.

Yuta pressed his forehead against your back, his arm falling back around your waist. "I… I don't have a reason. I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure." He cried out, his tears falling onto your back.

"Yuta…" You sighed, sitting up, leaving Yuta alone.

"I'm sorry… I promise, I'll be good to you this time!" Yuta reached out to you.

And you stand up. "I need to wash my face. You know where the guest bathroom is."

You curl over your sink, sobbing to yourself. Everything hurts, your body aches from constant abuse. You hear the front door open, then close again.

And you're all alone again.

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