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Hold the Line- Mark Lee

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: fluff

Summary: “He had fallen in love with football at the age of ten where you sought comfort in Vermeer’s, Watteau’s and the like. And sometimes, your two worlds clashed.”

Being born into a wealthy family had its pros and cons. The luxury around you spoke tales of limitless riches, a constant reminder of your worth (and social standing). It also reminded her of the golden ankle monitor at her feet with parents overlooking her every move like perched eagles. The times when they’d feed words into her mouth to impress investors and affiliates during events, the watchful eyes of the staff making sure she behaved to her title’s worth, not to forget the constitution of house rules which forbade her from staying out too late, eating certain foods (you’re polluting your body!, her mother would say) and wearing certain clothes. Over the years, you had come to the conclusion that nothing in life was free, even wealth came with the burden of reputation; one wrong move and you could lose everything. Or at least that’s what those eagle-minded parents of yours had reminded you on countless occasions.

But none of it mattered when you were with your best friend Mark. He was the eldest son of an affiliated business of her father’s, which made him a suitable choice for an amicable relationship. Your parents’ approval was a given, reinforcing the links between your families was a win-win situation. You were thankful to have him regardless because what they didn’t tell you about being rich is how awfully lonely it was. Especially when your parents were too busy carefully building their way to the top to pay attention to you.

“Bored?” Mark questioned on the other line. You always called him when you were bored, it was bordering a tradition now- hence why he knew the reason for your call.

“Please help.” You pouted.

“Consider it done. Meet me at our café in 10.”

“I’ll be there.”

You couldn’t fight the smile that tugged on your lips. Your friendly dates with Mark were your favorite, mostly because it allowed you to escape the dungeon that was your NYC penthouse. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating, but still fresh air mended your overstimulated brain.

You weighed the pros and cons of what felt like every outfit in your closet, which is when your mother decided to invite herself in.

“What are you doing?”

“Going out for coffee with Mark, is that okay?” You asked, sarcasm heavy on your tongue. She merely shrugged.

“Wear that limited-edition Burberry coat I got you, it’s cold outside.” With a final pursed-lipped smile, she left your room. This was her way of caring, you had learned early on.

You left for your outing of the day with a bounce in your step, feeling oddly energized at the thought of seeing your best friend. Upon laying eyes on him, you waved, and he motioned for you to join him. One thing about Mark was that he was undeniably attractive, the kind of heartthrob that magazines begged to have on the cover, so the whole world could fawn over, thinking: Why can’t I look like that? Vivid memories of Mark trying to eat bugs and picking his nose duped you into believing you were immune to his charm.

Carefully crafted drinks were awaiting your arrival on a polished marble table, leafy designs gracing the froth. It only took a mention of your name for the baristas to associate the drink to the face here. You both had fallen in love with the antique décor the café adorned, reminiscent of the Victorian Era. There was something about the atmosphere that made you feel at peace, as though you belonged to a different reality. And you welcomed the feeling with outstretched arms, one you could not find anywhere else.

Quickly enough, you fell into the casual rhythm you had become accustomed to in the presence of the younger boy (only by a few months! he’d insist). You savored every sip of your drink, the perfect balance of frothy milk and espresso with hints of chocolate and hazelnut providing you with the fuel you craved.

While you and Mark were alike in many ways, you differed in choice of hobbies or passions. He had fallen in love with football at the age of ten where you sought comfort in Vermeer’s, Watteau’s and the like. And sometimes, your two worlds clashed. Today was one of those days.

“Oh, come on, why won’t you come to my game today?” Mark was growing impatient; you could hear it through the phone.

“I told you, I have to finish a painting for my Renaissance class.”

“Fine.” He was on the verge of hanging up when:

“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll come. But you owe me.”

Your hands massaged your temples therapeutically, why had you agreed? You hated going to his football games, you didn’t even know why you bothered to attend most of the time. He wouldn’t notice if you were in the bleachers or not. But you were a woman of your word and so you went, cursing yourself throughout the entire game.

Your mind acted as a painful reminder of the workload you’d had to catch up on during the night thanks to your sudden change of heart. Why had you said yes? You pondered the thought in your mind for a while, your eyes trained on the familiar silhouette on the field. Mark’s team was in the lead, that much you knew.

You found your eyes more than following the figure in the distance, but actually studying how his thighs were outlined by the fabric of his thoughts, mind traveling to places it had never dared to go before. Why were you just now noticing how handsome he looked with his brows furrowed in concentration? Were you just now noticing how nicely his tights outlined his strong thighs? Was it that you weren’t immune to him? Did you -god forbid- feel attracted to your best friend? You brushed those thoughts away as soon as they popped into your head, but they couldn’t help but linger in the depths of your mind where they had been dismissed.

A few weeks passed with these same thoughts lingering in your subconscious, which made you act significantly different with Mark. And as your luck would have it, he noticed.

“What’s up with you?”

“Huh, what?” You feigned innocence.

“You’re acting all weird around me. Did I do something?”

“No, you’re fine. I’m just…” your mind worked on overdrive trying to come out with a plausible excuse, “Oh look at that, I’m late. Gotta go!” You made a beeline for the exit, hopping into your personal driver’s shiny Mercedes before Mark could utter a word in response. Your behavior only worried him further, but an inkling of a thought popped into his head. Could it be?

“Hi.” There he was at your door, in head-to-toe Gucci as he invited himself inside. It had been a week since you’d embarrassingly left him hanging at the café, hurrying off in your chauffeur’s vehicle. You hated to admit how much seeing Mark in the flesh made you happy, a shit-eating grin overtaking your delicate features and those annoying butterflies batting their wings in your stomach. He cleared his throat before announcing the reason for his visit.

“So, um, I have this really big game tomorrow and I would really like it if you came.” Your heart dropped in your stomach; butterflies now annihilated.

“What?” His eyes widened, taken aback. “We haven’t talked in a week and the only reason you’re here is to ask me to come to your game? I’m sorry, but no, not this time.”

“What’s your problem? I said I wanted you to come, why are you being such a bitch about it?”

You huffed in outrage. Now he was pushing your buttons.

“A bitch! Wow, that’s classy.” You paused before looking straight at him, fuming. “Have you ever considered that I don’t like going to your games?”

“Oh, you mean where you sit in the bleachers and stare into the abyss, just waiting for the game to be over? Would it kill you to show more support?”

“Oh, like those cheerleaders with their underwear excuse for costumes just begging to get into your pants? No thank you.” The pang of jealousy in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. “The only reason I bother coming is because I want to see you and spend time with you.”

“You know how it is, (Y/N), I can’t miss a single game this season. It’s important to me.” His expression was resolute, asking for compassion.

“I know, I just thought I was too.” You smiled, tears fogging your eyesight. You turned to go back into your room but a hand on your wrist stopped you from doing so. “Please just leave me alone, Mark.”

“Why are you so upset about this?” Mark’s face was begging for an answer, the one he wanted, needed to hear.

“Are you really that dense?” You inquired. He didn’t move an inch, breath caught in his throat. You took a deep breath and let it all flood out, what you’d been keeping to yourself for the past weeks spent half-heartedly thinking about your friendship.

“I’m upset because I’m in love with you, Mark. And you clearly don’t feel the same so please let me go before-“ As if on cue, the same hand holding onto your wrist spun you around and before he or you could process what was going on, Mark connected your lips in a passionate kiss. The confusion only lasted a second as you melted into his embrace, the butterflies claiming their place in your stomach.

“Well, I think you’re the one who’s dense because I’ve been crushing on you since the seventh grade.” His eyes were glowing with something you’d never seen in them before, and you leaned in to peck his cheek.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tag along to his games if this would be your reward. You smiled to yourself as your lips tingled. For once, you felt free. If there was someone you were ready to risk it all for, it was Mark. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: hii, I hope you guys enjoyed this fluffy Mark scenario! It occurred to me that I hadn’t written much for him and I had to do something about it. Also, thank you so so so much for 700 followers I just can’t believe so many people enjoy my work!! Once I hit 750 followers, I’ll be doing some sort of “get to know me” tag so if there’s anything you want to know about me, don’t be shy! 😊

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SO I had this idea. Picture this: Jaehyun as Christian Grey. How many of you would like a SMUTTY scenario with this theme? ‘cause the idea has sparked some newfound inspiration in me...

#jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #nct #nct smut #nct jaehyun #fifty shades of grey #christian grey

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Rough Night- Yuta

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: smutt

Plot summary: One day, you find yourself more attracted to Yuta than ever before. You call your best friend to help calm you down, but what if Yuta were to overhear the entire conversation?

You weren’t unfamiliar to this scenario. You had been here multiple times before, watching the boys practice because sometimes it was the only time you had to spend in their company. But it was the first time that your eyes trailed over Yuta’s body as though you were ready to devour him. Everything about him that day, the glint in his eyes, the facial expressions and oh god, the damn new belly ring all did things to you like never before. You were completely mesmerized by his every move and while you had always found Yuta attractive, who wouldn’t, today felt different somehow. Maybe you were just horny and your hormones were deciding to make Yuta the victim. Whatever it was, you had a hard time concentrating.

“(Y/N), hello? This is like the fifth time I’ve asked.” Mark was staring sternly at you.

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” You forced your eyes away from Yuta.

“Seriously? I was asking you how this move looked,” and he demonstrated. As a dancer yourself, you provided objective feedback from time to time which came in handy when they were preparing for promotions. You stood up and walked over to Mark, showing him the right angle for the move. Vague “5,6,7,8” were heard in the distance, but your mind felt a thousand miles away.

You hadn’t dared speak to Yuta ever since you got there. He joined you on the floor, taking a much-deserved break from the non-stop dancing.

“What’s up with you?” You whipped your head in his direction. Too obvious.

“What… what do you mean?” Your voice betrayed your attempt at sounding calm.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past hour, am I that bad?” He was holding back his smirk; you could just feel it. He knew.

“No, um, actually you just do the choreography so well that my eye was focused on you! Good job!” A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you tried to come up with a plausible excuse. His eyes narrowed at you slightly, but he decided to let it go for now. With a shrug, he was back into position.

At this point, you needed some fresh air of some kind. And you needed to vent. That was one thing that helped you calm down when someone reasoned with you. With this in mind, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and quickly dialed the number you had memorized by heart, your best friend’s.

“Hi, I need your help, can you talk right now?” With a half-assed “yeah” from the other end, you began.

“I don’t know what it is with me today, but Yuta is making me feel some type of way and I can’t-“ You stopped yourself, “like I want him to dick me down so bad it’s not even funny.” You facepalmed, realizing what you were saying.

“Look, if you want to fuck him- why don’t you?” No, no, no. She was supposed to talk you out of doing something stupid, not talk you into it.

Yuta had felt this weird vibe from you, unlike he had felt before.

“Who wants a food break?” Taeyong inquired. Everyone was in favor.

As he placed the order, Yuta decided to chase after you. When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom with an expression on your face that told of how bothered you were feeling, he knew he had to get to the bottom of this. What he did not expect was to overhear that.

You were so engrossed in your conversation that you almost didn’t hear the doorknob turning, only to reveal the author of these fantasies of yours. Your jaw dropped in shock, praying this wasn’t happening or at the very least, that he hadn’t heard anything.

“Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back.” You put your phone back into your pocket and waited for Yuta to say something. Anything.

“Hey, are you okay? I feel like something’s off with you today.” You heaved a huge sigh of relief. Oh thank god, he hadn’t heard. You were safe.

“Yeah sorry, I had a rough night and I guess I’m just feeling tired.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. (Y/N), you don’t know what a rough night is.” He leaned in to whisper the last words in your ear, “Not yet.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Was he saying what you thought what he was saying? Seeing the confusion scattered on your face, he continued.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Funny, you didn’t seem to have a problem with me “dicking you down” just a second ago.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had heard. He had heard everything. You pieced two and two together and your cheeks took on the color of a ripe beet, you were embarrassed to your core.

“Yuta, I didn’t-“

A single finger was pressed to your lips, silencing you. He stepped closer to you and you could now feel his breath on your face. His hand grabbed your throat and you were ashamed at how much that aroused you.

“I didn’t say I was against it, did I?”

Before you could question the weight behind those words, his lips were on yours, trapping you into the roughest kiss. His hand was still on your throat as his tongue explored your mouth, ruining you in the best way. He separated your legs with his thigh, close enough that you could ride his thigh and the thought brought nasty scenarios into your imagination.

His lips found your neck and he attacked your sweet spots, love bites and hickeys guaranteed when you walked out. But it felt so good, you couldn’t care less.

“Yuta, please.”

“It’s sir to you.” You moaned out “sir” this time and he seemed satisfied with your obedience, kissing you again until you were left dizzy, Yuta the only thing on your mind.

“Strip for me, (Y/N).” Under any other circumstances, you would’ve protested. But this was straight out of a fantasy, so you wasted no time in obeying. His eyes traced your figure, biting his lips once you were completely naked.

“So beautiful.” He spun you around so your back was facing him, still fully clothed. His hand traveled down your neck, to your breasts and he couldn’t help himself to give them a squeeze, pinching your nipples so you moaned for him again. It was music to his ears and he wanted more, so much more. Next was your toned stomach, down to where you wanted him most. An ecstatic gasp left your mouth when he slipped a digit inside you easily.

“This wet just for me?” You nodded eagerly, practically begging for him to fuck you know.

“Please, sir. I want you.”

“You’re gonna have to be clearer than that, princess. What do you want?”

Your head rested on his shoulder, you were at his mercy and you weren’t even ashamed.

“I want all of you inside me, sir, please.”

A smirk appeared on his lips and he took off his clothes too. The moment was over too soon, you would’ve stared at him naked for hours. He pushed you against the wall which felt cold on your back, pressing himself into your thigh while he kissed you hungrily. You were extremely grateful that this was a single bathroom at that particular moment.

“Up.” He motioned to your legs and you got where he was going with this, wrapping your legs around him. He aligned himself with your entrance and with one swift motion, he was inside you. You yelped in surprise, expecting him to go slower than he had. But you weren’t one to complain.

“You like that don’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes sir, please, don’t stop” you let out in between thrusts. He was merciless, his thrusts more powerful than the previous so you were bouncing on his dick. One hand gripped your hip as he found the spot that made you a moaning mess beneath him. A shit-eating grin graced his handsome face and another idea popped into his head, his hand covering your nose and mouth as he continually hit that spot.

As he repeatedly thrust into you, you started to feel your stomach tighten and the lack of oxygen was only accelerating the process. Before long, your walls clenched around him and he kept his grip on your face so you were seeing stars. Yuta didn’t last long after that, cursing under his breath as he released his hot load in you. When you came to, Yuta was standing before you with the most innocent look you’d ever seen on him.

“Are you okay? Did I take it too far?” His eyes had worry written all over them. You laughed at how cute (and ironic) he was.

“Yuta, I’m more than okay. That was amazing.” Your eyelids were drooping, but you felt properly fucked out- you didn’t even remember the last time you had felt this way. You barely noticed when he started cleaning you up, his cum dripping down your thighs.

“In that case, maybe we can do it again sometime?” He scratched the back of his neck. Was he nervous?

“Well, you did promise me a rough night.” You winked at him.

“It’s a date, then.” He looked over at you. “We should probably get back.”

You hadn’t even thought about where you were. Shit. How were you not going to make this obvious? You agreed to have Yuta go out first and wait five minutes before you followed, which ended up useless.

“Was about time.” Taeyong shook his head at the both of you, seeing right through you.

“Now that that’s out of the way, come here we have work to do.”

You sat back down at your original spot, practically in a daze. Maybe it hadn’t been so bad that he had overheard after all. Because now all you could think about was what this “rough night” would look like. And you couldn’t be more excited to find out.

a/n: hi lovelies! Hope you’re all doing well, staying home/safe. I wanted to take the time to properly thank you for all the love this blog has been receiving lately, it rlly means the world to me so thank you!! And here’s a little smut as a reward haha enjoy 😊

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tw: violence, stalking, sexual assault

hi my friends, i’m sorry for bothering you about this again but i truly don’t know what to do. yesterday i opened up briefly about what had happened to me but the truth is that my situation is a little more serious than how i initially made it out to be.

my boyfriend (i’ll refer to him as “jay”) and i have been together on and off for the past six months. everything was fine at first but a couple weeks after we started dating, i was raped by his roommate. i won’t go into the details but when jay found out, he completely changed. we started living together afterwards but he wouldn’t let me go anywhere without his permission. he went through my phone every night, he constantly accused me of cheating on him, he even threatened to tell my parents about what had happened. we took a trip to korea during winter break but ended up breaking up on my birthday. at this point, he no longer lived with me because his roommate had moved out, and so i thought that things would get better after separating. but shortly after returning to the states, i started receiving threatening letters in the mail. my little sister also started receiving these letters and even received a box that contained photos of me, photos of her, photos of my family ㅡ all taken from my social media and all with my face scratched out. i reached out to the police, but they said that i didn’t have enough evidence to file a restraining order against him. they did, however, question him about what was going on, and all of these events stopped happening after that.

he reached out to me after a month and apologized for everything he had done. he apologized for mistreating me and told me that he missed me and that he would never do anything to hurt me again, and i believed him. everything seemed okay until a couple of days ago when i found out that he had been cheating on me. i broke up with him immediately, but he kept calling me and my sister (who is currently staying with my grandparents). we both blocked him, but he showed up to my house at 3am. he used the spare key that i’d given him to enter my house, and he began yelling at me for breaking up with him. we started fighting and when i took his house key from him, things quickly escalated and turned physical. he threw my laptop over the railing from the second floor of my house, he broke my glasses in half, he threw pictures and books at me, and he sexually assaulted me at knifepoint.

thankfully my neighbor was still awake and came over to check up on me because she had heard us screaming at each other. jay left immediately but i explained to my neighbor what had happened and she drove me to the police station to file a report. when i told the police what had happened, they told me that there wasn’t a strong case and had even implied that it was “just a young couple’s fight” and that he had raped me to “make up with me”. my neighbor took me to the hospital to get me tested but since i don’t have insurance, so the bill ended up being over $800.

one of my close friends came over and spent the night just in case jay came back. nothing happened overnight but about an hour ago, he showed up. my friend answered the door while i stayed in my room, but i could clearly hear him shouting and threatening to come back and find me if i ever ran. he left and now i’m here making this post.

the reason why i’m writing all of this is because jay has established a pattern of harming me and i’m terrified that he will harm me again. i have the option of staying with my grandparents, but they live 8 hours away and i literally do not have enough money to fill up my car. i also do not have enough money to replace my glasses (this isn’t a huge problem because i wear contacts but i’m down to my last box, which will only last me for another two weeks) or to replace my laptop (my summer classes start in june and they’re all online).

i really hate asking this of you guys but if you have a dollar or two you can spare, would you consider donating to help me? my paypal is paypal.me/seosoojin, any amount is extremely helpful. i know that times are especially tough now and so if you aren’t able to, that is absolutely completely okay! i do not want you to feel obligated to do anything you’re uncomfortable with so please do not donate if you aren’t able to! focus on yourself first and make sure that you are safe and taken care of! if you aren’t able to donate, please consider reblogging this post to help spread the word about my situation. it would mean so, so much to me.

tldr: my ex-boyfriend raped me, broke my laptop and my glasses, has been continuing to threaten me, and has shown up to my house unannounced. i have the option of staying with my grandparents, but they live hours away and i don’t have enough money to drive there or to replace my glasses / my laptop.

thank you guys so much for taking time to read this. you guys have done nothing but support me and love me and i sincerely hope you know how much you mean to me. i love you guys! stay safe!

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Alright guys, it was a close call but the votes are in and the Roommate!Au will be a LONG SCENARIO, thank you so much for your input!

Because it was so close though, I’m thinking of writing another fic as a series so everyone is happy :) Let me know if you have any requests for this one.

Again thank you so much for your help and stay tuned for this scenario! In the meantime, I plan on releasing a Yuta smut and a fluffy Mark scenario so be on the lookout for those as well!!

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HELP!

Hi loves!!

I’m writing a Roommate!Au for this fine man right here and I wanted you guys’ input on whether I should make it into a series or just one long scenario?

Please let me know in my inbox and stay safe :)

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jung jaehyun scenarios #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct scenarios

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absolutely amazing, I have no words to describe how in love I am with this piece of writing, thank you love for gracing us with this masterpiece xx

For You

pairing: jaehyun x female reader

words: 9,533

summary: a fake dating au in which you’re both tired of friends and family pitying you for being single on Valentine’s Day

For Jaehyun, there were two days that he believed you shouldn’t be single on: Valentine’s Day and a birthday.

For Jaehyun, it just so happened that those two celebrations fell on the same day. And he was miserably single.

He couldn’t let this year pass by as the last few had. Single and pitied by family and friends when they asked what his big plans were and his only answer was staying home with some ramen and a movie marathon of decidedly not-Valentine’s movies.

It’s not that he didn’t have friends to go celebrate his birthday with, he had plenty of friends. Johnny, Taeyong, Doyoung, Sicheng, and all of them were in happy relationships and Jaehyun wasn’t going to be the guy to piss their partners off just so he wasn’t alone.

Humiliatingly, the worst part this year was the call he received the morning of his birthday from his mother.

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Corrupting the Innocent Pt. 5 (final)- Dong Sicheng

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: fluff/smut

Plot summary: In which (Y/N) decides to “help” innocent exchange student Sicheng win over his crush. Except she has ulterior motives and Sicheng is too clueless to notice.

a/n: hi loves!! I hope you enjoyed this last part and the series more generally, I honestly worked so hard on this one. I hope you’re all staying safe and don’t be shy to pop in my inbox with requests or just to chat, I’d love to talk to you guys xx

You lay in bed for what seemed like an eternity, ignoring the pleading cries of your stomach or your body aching for movement. Is this what heartbreak felt like? Why did people go through with relationships if it always ended like this? You kept picturing scenarios of Sicheng and you, daydreaming of what could’ve been and it did nothing to improve your state. What was it that had made you care? You blinked back a tear before it sunk in that this wasn’t you, you didn’t mope around waiting for life to happen.

If you want things done right, you have to do them yourself.

That was one of the only things you had learned from your adoptive parents, that and how not to raise your own children if you ever had any. You freshened yourself up, masking your dark circles and damaged skin with some makeup.

A friendly face was just what you needed, you thought as you looked over at Rosé and a few other friends sitting across from you at the same café Sicheng had taken you to what seemed like forever ago.

“Any luck with Jaehyun?” You directed at Rosé.

“No, turns out Johnny is more my type and we’ve got ourselves an arrangement so, it’s a win-win.” She smiled; you had noticed this new glow about her- perhaps he was as good of a fuck as you had heard? Nevertheless, you were happy for her. She looked good, happy. It was a good look on her.

You made small talk until your drinks arrived and you melted in the comfort of a warm mug of coffee, it did wonders to your soul. You felt eerily out of touch with reality, present but not really. You felt out of place, out of sorts and it was so foreign, so weird. Just as you recollected the last exchange you had with Sicheng, your eyes landed on a side profile you knew all too well. He was with his friends as well, at the other end of the café.

You were staring, and eventually, he was too. It proved suddenly quite difficult to breathe when his eyes met yours and you retreated to the bathroom to regain your composure. These feelings were all so new, so foreign that you honestly didn’t know how to handle any of them. It felt as though they were all lurking over your shoulder, a second away from crashing over you. You’d never felt like this about someone and yet you’d been doing this backward, breaking up before you were even together. One look in the mirror told you you were far from being okay, but you took a deep breath and any trace of Sicheng was long gone by the time you got back. It was for the best, you guessed.

You chose to prioritize sleep and homework for the remainder of the semester albeit there were only a few weeks left in the term. It proved to be a difficult task as the sheer volume of your notes mocked you, you’d never get everything done in time. You almost agreed with them but giving up sleep proved successful as you handed in all papers on time and completed exams okay enough.

Occasionally, you’d bump into Sicheng in the hall, but he’d avoid your gaze and be on his way. You didn’t allow it to put a damper on your mood. Funny enough, you hadn’t felt the need to seek out someone new after him, it wouldn’t be the same and the idea didn’t ignite anything in you as it once had. Besides, your partner in crime had somewhat settled, why couldn’t you do the same?

Some of us are getting drinks to celebrate end of term, you in?

Your eyes looked over Rosé’s text over and over again, debating whether this was a good idea or not. You ended up giving in to the devil on your shoulder beckoning you to “have some fun!”. It was just a few drinks with friends, what was the harm in that?

Once you saw what you were working with, you gasped. Your skin begged for a skincare routine; one you had discarded after everything that had happened. It only took an hour and what felt like two inches of makeup to make you look, and feel, decent-looking. You went back to that section of your closet and pulled out a relatively slutty dress (if there was such a thing). Now you were ready.

On your first drink, you bantered with your friends. You were all exhilarated to have some freedom once again, no longer chained to the boulder that was university. The second drink had you starting a game of truth or dare.

“Rosé, truth or dare?”

“Hmmm, truth.” She always went for truth.

“Is Johnny THAT big?” The curious girl licked her lips in anticipation and Rosé chuckled, as though recalling a funny anecdote.

“Oh, yes sweetie. But that D is mine.”

A few turns later, you were the one under spotlights.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?” Jennie was the one asking the question, part of Rosé’s close circle of friends.

“You know what, dare,” Jennie smirked, an agenda of her own.

“I dare you to call Sicheng, right now.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

“I’m gonna need a few more drinks first.”

“Promise?” She inquired and you reluctantly nodded, “Fine, then I dare you to down the rest of your drink.”

That you could do. You prayed Jennie would forget about her initial dare, but you were out of luck. A few shots later, here you were, dialing Sicheng’s number. You hadn’t planned what you were going to say, but you were too drunk to even care now. Besides, what did it matter?

“Hello?” A voice thick with sleep answered back. Oops, you hadn’t considered the time.

“Hiiii.”

“(Y/N), why are you calling me?”

“Because,” you pouted “I miss you. And I’m sorry.”

“You’re drunk.” Deep sigh.

“But I mean it, Sicheng. I really really like you and I know I ruined everything, but I just wanted you to know that.”

“Where are you?”

“Take care Sicheng, I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person. I wish I wasn’t. Bye.” You hung up after a few attempts, the buttons on your phone blurring before your eyes. The girls giggled and applauded your courage. Only Rosé looked back at you with a concerned look on her face.

“Wake up.” You opened your eyes, excruciating pain in your entire body. Oh god, you had fallen asleep on the sidewalk. When had you ever gone outside to begin with? Desperately trying to piece together the how and the when, you were clueless as to whom the voice belonged to.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” Wait, you knew that voice.

“Sicheng, what-“

He shushed you, motioning for you to hop on his back so he could carry you home. You complied; this was probably the last time you’d get to touch him, might as well make the most of it. You couldn’t believe this would be the last image he’d have of you, what a joke.

It hadn’t been hard for him to track you down, there were only a few bars the uni students visited and lucky for him, you had been at the first one he had burst into. Why he had gone looking for you in the first place, he didn’t know. Maybe it was that seeing you had reminded him of your times together and as furious as he was with you, he knew you. And he knew why you would think that sex was your only gateway to love. Maybe that was why he was now sitting your bed, braiding your hair to keep it from getting in the way in case you were a puke-until-I-pass-out kind of drunk.

“Wait- can you stay?” You looked up at him with pleading eyes. How could he resist? You looked so desperate and sweet, for him. He opened the covers for you, and you snuggled up against him, reveling in the feeling of his warm body against yours. He laid there, unsure of what to do and ended up falling asleep too.

You opened your eyes groggily, your head felt like it had construction workers doing their harshest work up there. You had taken one too many shots the night prior, that much you could tell. Only then did you feel warmth from the other side of the bed, and in fact, you were met with the sight of a sleeping Sicheng. You laid there in shock for as long as it took Sicheng to wake up and face your bemused visage.

“Morning.” He half-smiled. He had slept like a baby, ironically the last few months had been ridden with insomnia up until now.

“You’re still here.”

“I am.”

“Why?” Your voice gave away your shock.

“Well, you did ask me to.” He paused, sitting up. “And I figured you had punished yourself enough. What you did was horribly wrong, (Y/N), but I feel like I know you enough to understand why you felt that was the only way you could do things.” You gulped.

“And honestly, I missed you and I just want to start over.” He stretched his long limbs lazily.

“I’d love that.” You smiled from ear to ear.

“On one condition.” He pointed an accusing finger in your direction, and you tensed in your seat. “There’s still one thing you haven’t taught me yet.”

He took hold of your hand and placed it on his morning wood. Your eyes widened. Oh, that’s what he meant.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t make me wait longer, (Y/N), I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you.” The foulness of the words spewing out of Sicheng’s mouth only aroused you further and you were quick to do something about it.

You rid him of his boxers and licked your lips at the sight of his shaft. You kissed his tip, trailed your tongue down to his base, earning a hiss from above. Once you had him thrusting up in your mouth begging for more, you decided it was enough teasing. This time.

“Sit up.” He obeyed your command.

You took off your panties and crawled back to him. He looked so handsome, exposed for you like this and with as much carnal desire as you. It was a sight you’d vow to keep engraved in your mind forever. He brought you in for a kiss, his eyes glowing with awe of your naked form. You motioned to sit on his dick but you were interrupted mid-way.

“Wait- I want to do something for you too.”

This piqued your interest and you guided his fingers along your folds and he experimentally brought them in and out, awaiting further instructions. Your moans proved to be more than enough as he maintained a steady rhythm, holding back a confident smirk.

“Fuck, (Y/N), look at you. Such a moaning mess for me.”

Oh, and he was a talker, that you could get used to. He kept this up for a little while, until:

“I don’t mean to rush anything, but can I fuck you now?”

You chuckled, even now he was such a gentleman asking for permission. You squirmed out of his touch and quickly sunk down on his dick, giving yourself a second to adjust to his size. His hands found your ass and he made it clear he wanted you to move. And you did, slowly at first until Sicheng grew tired of your pace and flipped you over so he was on top.

“Don’t be a tease.” His only justification.

You hadn’t taken him for a dom, but then again you had been wrong about a lot of things. For his first time, he was exceeding expectations. He connected your lips in another heated kiss silencing another one of your moans and kept up his relentless pace. Your hand reached down to massage your clit and you were surprised to see him take over for you, his thumb doing wonders to your bundle of nerves as he explored your body. Your soft voice bellowing requests every so often had him becoming an expert in no time. Before long, you were moaning out his name, clenching around his shaft as you chased your high. Sicheng hissed at the feeling, your walls tightening around him nearly sending him over the edge. A panicked expression took over his features.

“Where do I-“

You pointed to your stomach and he moaned again, releasing his hot load all over your naked body. You got cleaned up as he rode out his orgasm, dazed by the pleasure by the time you came back. Your fingers played with Sicheng’s hair lovingly, now cuddled up in bed.

“How did I do?” He asked, a tang of innocence still present.

“Not bad at all. I think we should do that much more.” You paused. “You know, to practice.” You teased and this earned a laugh from the boy beside you, you couldn’t help but join in. Your love story was far from normal, sure, but you were happy. And you’d like to think that Sicheng was too.

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omg omg i was not expecting smut. if anything i’m prepared for angst, which i’m will come too. now i’m even more excited for the next chap!

It should be out tomorrow love so you'll see for yourself then! 💙💙

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ahgasescenarios · 4 years

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corrupting the innocent is so good!! and that last chap - oof! im at the edge of my seat wondering what will happen next

Thank you so much love 🌼 i can give you a hint that the last part contains smut ;))

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newbie anon again 🙌 p4 is soooooo goooood especially the angst part *chef's kiss* damn dunno it gonna end in p5 🥺 don't want it to end so quickly but also want to see how its gonna end 😂 anyway i guess im your fan 🥺🥺

Aw hi again love and thank you so much!! I'm glad you're enjoying it and don't you worry, the end will be worth it ;)) 💜

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Corrupting the Innocent Pt. 4- Dong Sicheng

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: angst

Plot summary: In which (Y/N) decides to “help” innocent exchange student Sicheng win over his crush. Except she has ulterior motives and Sicheng is too clueless to notice.

If Sicheng was the first guy you had taken such a strong interest in, he was also the only one capable of making your stomach churn as it had after Rosé’s update on their date. You weren’t accustomed to guilt, but it was now marking its territory, making itself known to you. And you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last you’d see of the emotion. Sicheng had been MIA after the date, you hadn’t heard as much as a peep from him since.

When you woke that morning, you pushed the covers back over your head and delayed reality for just a little while longer. You half-heartedly made your way to your solace, coffee. Your measured cup of comfort was gone before you knew it, warming up your insides on this cold, rainy day. You looked outside, a distant look about you. If someone were to look, they might say there was a tinge of nostalgia to your features. But nobody was looking.

It wasn’t the best day to be running errands, but here you were debating between two flavors of ramen noodles. After deliberation, kimchi was declared victorious and with a grocery bag full of goods, you walked back to your dorm, whistling absentmindedly.

“(Y/N).” You looked up at the call of your name, the sight of Sicheng baffling you. He looked different. More serious, if that was possible. His lips were pursed sternly as though he was a parent on the verge of grounding his child. His attire made him look a few years older than he was.

“Sicheng.” Was all you could muster up. He gestured for you to talk inside and you complied. Only when he was seated comfortably on your couch did he speak up.

“Sorry I haven’t been in touch; I needed some time to think.”

“Is everything okay?” You asked, putting away your groceries in the next room.

“Yeah, I just had some things I needed to deal with on my own.” He smiled. Not so genuinely.

“Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do.” And surprisingly enough, you meant it.

“Thanks. Hey, are you doing anything today?” He pondered.

“Not really. You?”

“Would you want to grab lunch with me?” You quirked an eyebrow but accepted the offer.

Once you had changed into nicer clothes, you let him guide the way to his favorite Chinese restaurant. He was glowing when you stepped inside like he was exactly where he was supposed to be at that moment. The smile Sicheng bore from ear to ear was telling enough as he ordered for the both of you in fluent Chinese. Not once did he indulge in small talk, Sicheng was one of the few people who asked questions and cared to hear the answer. And because you were in a good mood that day, you let yourself reveal more than you were usually comfortable sharing. The conversation had somehow floated back to your family history.

“Is that why you have trouble letting people in?” You were taken aback.

“I guess it is, I haven’t had great experiences with people so I tend to keep my guards up.” You forced a smile and he got the hint, moving on to a different subject.

The following weeks were spent mostly in the presence of Sicheng, venturing to different restaurants and locations to spend time together. You were comfortable around him and that was saying a lot for you. Maybe it was the way he seemed to understand without you having to utter a word, or maybe it was how getting to know him had unlocked an entirely different side of him that kept you wanting to know more. Whichever it was, your original plan had slowly faded into memory. The lessons had been put on hold indefinitely and when you pondered about his crush on Rosé, the most you got out of him was a shrug. It was a thing of the past, then.

Today’s “friend date” had taken the form of McDonald’s, a much-needed escape from the confines of your apartment. You felt so cooped up in there, a big, juicy BigMac was perhaps the only way to get you in a better mood. But you could tell something was off with Sicheng today, he seemed distant- almost as though he was keeping something from you. He walked you home uncharacteristically silent and you drifted into your thoughts, wondering what could be on your friend’s mind.

You were already inside, waiting to bid him goodbye when something came over him- maybe this was what he had been holding back before. His feet acted before his mind could protest, he grabbed your face between his hands and crashed his lips on yours. You reciprocated the kiss; you had taught him well. You thread your fingers in his hair, pulling only to deepen the kiss. His hands found your waist again and he pulled you towards him so your bodies were flush against each other.

“What did you do that for?”

“I wanted to.” He stated matter-of-factly. “You know, to practice.” He blurted out, but you didn’t buy it one bit. “Well, if it’s in the name of practice, I have another lesson for you.” You toyed with him, gauging how far he’d take this.

“Sit on the couch.”

He did, like an obedient puppy.

“Now that you’ve mastered kissing, I think it’s time you master making out, yeah?” He gulped as you made your way over to him.

“Yeah.” Was all the confirmation you needed before you straddled his waist, moving your hair to one side tantalizingly slow so he was watching your every move.

“Now, what you’ll want to do is either A) rest your hands here,” you moved his hands to your waist, “or B) here,” you moved his hands lower so they were a squeeze away from grabbing your ass. His eyes widened. You smirked back up at him as you got settled in his lap. His hands rested where you had left them, showing no signs of budging. B it was.

“And when you’re making out, there’s going to be more tongue, still good?” He nodded vehemently. Gee, someone was eager. And it wasn’t you, how the tables had turned.

You leaned in and he met you halfway, lips colliding in a heated kiss. You played with his hair while he didn’t shy away from grabbing your ass like you had instructed him to. He was even guiding your hips, so you were grinding him. You made out until you felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and your lips were swollen in the most delicious way which was when you deemed it long enough to conclude the “lesson”.

“How was that?” You inquired.

“Good, yeah.” He seemed slightly uncomfortable and as you shifted in his lap, you could feel why that was.

“Oh.” You smirked at him and he blushed a deep crimson, the memory of how shy he originally was resurfacing. You stood up and within the blink of an eye, a pillow was hiding his prominent arousal.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower if you want anything make yourself at home.”

You need space after that stunt, and you figured a shower would make for a good enough excuse. You had envisioned that making out with Sicheng would feel good, but butterfly-flutteringly good? You hadn’t seen that one coming. But the way he had been kissing you, so genuinely told a different story. And you had never felt more desired than when his instincts took over and started guiding your hips to his growing bulge, desperate for more. Lust at its finest. It had your mind going to filthy places and your self-control faltering. As these new feelings of lust and love intertwined with each other in your brain, you scrubbed any physical evidence off of yourself.

Sicheng was still frozen in the living room, finally getting up once his situation was taken care of. He felt the need for a pick-me-up and his trained eyes spotted your coffee machine from a mile away, that would do. He sang tunes to himself as he gave the machine something to do, brought out from his reverie by what he thought was someone texting him. He checked his phone, nothing. He skimmed the rest of the kitchen, eyes landing on your phone. He walked over, meaning to tell you who had left you a message until his eyes landed on your phone, more precisely on the words displayed across the screen.

Rosé: How’s it going with Sicheng? Gotten him in bed yet? 😉

His eyes must’ve been deceiving him, you wouldn’t do that to him. He blinked a million times in a desperate attempt to convince himself that he hadn’t read that right. But it was becoming convincingly harder to deny what was right in front of him. You picked just this moment to walk back in. The look on Sicheng’s face alone was enough for you to know something was wrong, very wrong.

“What the hell is this, (Y/N)?” He shoved your phone in your face accusingly and as you read your screen, your heart dropped.

“Sicheng, I can explain.”

“How the fuck could you possibly explain that?”

This was bad, really bad. You knew Sicheng didn’t get angry easily, but here he was smoke coming out of his ears and it was all your fault. Your phone was still in his hand and when you fell silent, he scrolled up. His eyes skimmed over your prior conversation with Rosé, it did nothing to calm his overflowing anger. You stood there with your head down, you should’ve known he was going to find out. Naively, you had hoped you’d be the one to tell them when the time was “right”.

“A game? Is that all I am to you?” He breathed through gritted teeth. “Even now? Jesus (Y/N), how could you?” The look of disdain that was directed at you made you feel worse about yourself than you ever had.

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“You’re sorry! Yeah, ‘cause that’ll fix everything. How could you do this? I thought we were friends, at the very least. But this- you’re something else (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I’d catch feelings for-“

“Oh, cut the bullshit. You knew damn right what you were doing and you’re only apologizing now because I found out.” He shook his head at you. “You disgust me.”

And with those last words echoing in your mind as though they were the only words to exist, he stormed out. It took a while for you to move out of the spot he had left you in. Your heart felt like it had been shattered by a hammer and only then did you allow yourself to admit that somewhere along the line, you had felt more than just lust towards Sicheng. But it was too late to think about that now because you had just ruined everything.

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a/n: it’s ya girl again back at it with another part to this story! thank u to everyone supporting this story, it means the world to me that you guys enjoy the work of my imagination:) I’m ngl it feels really good to write again and I’m rlly glad to have a platform for ppl to read if they want u know. Okay im rambling thanks for reading ily, be well xx

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