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thewonandonly · 4 months
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20:42 — what brings you here all of a sudden? crash into a world so still, chill kill enters like thunder, that thrill be makin' my mind ill. | chill kill by red velvet
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the wet squelching of the rug under your feet was enough to make you cringe and give you chills, even more than the water that dripped from your dress down your skin. you walked at a painstakingly slow pace that could only be compared to stephen king's carrie. a shiver rolled down your spine as you walked down the hallway to where your boyfriend laid on the couch in the hotel room with a book in his hand.
a little context might work. it was 8 at night. there was a pool. you didn't have a swimsuit, so you didn't jump in. your boyfriend, who now laid dry on the couch, prim and proper, dry as the sahara desert, pushed you in. then left you there.
you weren't mad at him for pushing you in and ditching you. no, that was just a normal prank for the both of you. you would've done the exact same.
no, you were mad he ruined your dress. the 285 dollar dress you've been waiting months for, that you saved up money for.
as you stood there like a horror character from a movie, doyoung's head laid back on his arm, placing his finger in between the book pages, covering his mouth as he stifled a laugh, "what happened?" he teased.
another shiver and you grit your teeth at him, "my dress..."
doyoung chuckled, "yeah?" he glanced at you up and down, "probably shouldn't have pushed you into the pool while you were wearing white." he dog-eared the page of the book, sitting up on the couch.
you walked around the couch to stare at him, the water echoing between the two of you as you stood still, droplets hitting the floor, spreading your arms, "give me a hug." you whispered, demanding the hug, not even bothering to ask.
doyoung jumped up, holding his hand out, "no, no, i think i'm okay."
"come on, doyo, give me a hug."
doyoung made his way around the couch, staring at you as you chased him. "come on, yn, you wouldn't want my nice shirt to — oh, okay, there it is."
you were able to catch him, hugging him tightly with the wet fabric draped over your body. you mischievously chuckled as he groaned at the feeling of the chlorinated pool water seep into his own clothes.
"ah... so warm." you pulled away, smiling as you saw the front of his shirt turning a dark grey, "you got a little something there." you teased.
doyoung matched your look, pecking your lips softly, "i have a wonderful idea on how to warm up." he smiled, his hands lingering on your hips.
you rolled your eyes, "is this your way of apologizing about my dress?"
"maybe." doyoung chuckled.
maybe you could forgive him for his destroying of your dress, even if it wasn't by buying you another.
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peachjaem00 · 10 months
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[09:07 am] Doyoung hates coffee. He can’t stand the smell or the taste, but he goes to his neighborhood’s local cafe every single day and orders an almond latte. Why? Because he has the biggest crush on the barista who makes cute animal latte art. 
“Doyoung!” you call out his name and he goes seconds after for his cup. You smile while seeing him. “I tried to make a new animal that reminds me of you, I hope you like it.” You give him one last smile and then you go ahead and continue your work. 
He grabs a lid and leaves the cafe. He walks a few steps and finally decides to see what new animal you made. He lets out the cutest giggle when he sees a little bunny made out of foam. 
“Next time I’ll ask for your number y/n, I promise.” He puts the lid on and goes on his way. 
Maybe he does like coffee, but only the one made by you.
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saturnznct · 11 months
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dad!doyoung | insta posts 2
nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)
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doderyscoffee · 10 months
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pairing: kim doyoung x fem!reader (oc) (not really a pairing) genre&au(s): engineer!au, end of the world!au, sci-fi!au warnings: n/a length: 0.5k
[5:45 am]— engineer!Doyoung wiped the sweat off his brow, pushing himself to his full height. He had been on his knees, crawling around under the newest spaceship prototype our team had to offer. His eyes were dark, calculating, and I knew not to open my mouth when he looked like that. That look could only mean one thing: something was wrong.
“Who assembled this engine?” he asked the room of tired engineers. We had been dragged out of our bunks only thirty minutes before and he was the only one who seemed to be awake enough to work.
A man stepped forward, his eyebags and bedhead evident. “I did, sir.”
“We turn the damn thing on and the engine explodes.” Doyoung kicked the underside of the ship and I took a step back. “Who authorized you to be on this team?”
“Taeyong, sir,” the man said, looking as if he wanted to crawl into himself.
Doyoung chuckled humorlessly. “And I thought Taeyong had some brains on him.” His voice turned cold. “Get the hell out of my workshop.”
The poor engineer didn’t need to be told twice, practically running out of the room with all the strength he could muster. Once the door closed, Doyoung turned to the rest of us. “I need a working engine by tonight. If you fail, humanity dies. Get to work.”
We hurried to our stations, putting our heads together like a football team to brainstorm our options, but our ideas were wearing thin. We had been doing this routine for months now and we seemed further from a break through than we did the day before. No one had slept more than a wink, running off of fear and caffeine, and it was a wonder that our bodies didn’t give out like the machines we were paid to make.
Doyoung went from station to station, joining the brainstorm before butting out and joining another. The end of the world as we knew it was coming and he still held us all on a leash, as if extreme discipline would keep us alive. Maybe it would.
Finally, a girl from a station across the room said, “I think we have an idea.”
We turned to face her, a room of brilliantly exhausted engineers with sparkles in their eyes waiting for instruction, waiting for someone to tell our bodily machines how to function. She looked nervous, cleared her throat, then said, “Only if Doyoung approves of it, of course.”
Doyoung didn’t look impressed. “Go on.”
The girl gave us a quick run through of her team’s idea, which seemed to be the same as the last idea we had come up with, but Doyoung gave a nod at the end of it, looked us each in the eye and said, “Maybe we will save humanity after all.” Then, he clapped his hands, all hints of optimism gone. “Now, get to work.”
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chocojae · 2 years
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[12:06]
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pairing ▸ husband! kim doyoung x female reader genre ▸ angst with a happy ending wordcount ▸ 664. warnings ▸ mention of accident and amnesia
luna’s note ▸ yes i am indeed alive, just frustrated and busy. i just wanna thank you all for showing so much love to my works, i am really, really grateful ♡
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DOYOUNG HATES SPRING SO MUCH.
Unlike everyone, he has developed a hatred for those vibrant, dreamy, and beautiful flowers that bloom ever so lovingly in the spring — for those fresh, warm spring breezes that give people a sense of comfort, and a hope to live. 
As he walks past the crowded streets filled with cherry blossoms and the cheerful squeals of people, he feels empty. 
He feels empty because there is no one who would give his hand a tight, warm squeeze, there is no one who would give him a smile that would melt his heart there is no one who would make him feel like he is where he truly belongs to.
Because there is no one that compares to you.
It's been two years since he had been watching you over secretly in the hopes that you would remember him. It's been two years since you met with a tragic car accident and got diagnosed with amnesia. 
You never seemed to remember him, to remember he was the love of your life — your high school sweetheart — and your husband. He tried to start over but he failed, he failed to give you the same love and comfort that had made you his. Maybe his and your love weren't meant to last forever after all.
So he decided to enter your life once again, this time just as a friend — and that too for an excuse to see you once every week. He gripped the bouquet of flowers tight in his hand, his heart pounding for no reason. 
For the first time in two years, you had called him to meet in the same park where you first met. Your voice on the phone was heavy and serious as if you were biting back tears. And that made him feel scared. Perhaps you wanted him to get out of your life, to leave you alone, to just let you live freely because the love you had for him was all in the past. He doesn't know.
However, when his eyes landed on your worried and timid figure sitting under the cherry blossom tree and fiddling your fingers, his heart almost dropped. There was a diamond ring slitting on your finger prettily — no, a wedding ring slipped on your finger prettily, his gaze immediately went to the exact same band that his hand was adoring.
You looked up to see his figure just meters away from you, eyes widening at the surprised look on his face. Maybe it finally clicked him.
It wasn't long before you couldn't control yourself and ran into his arms, tears falling continuously. Doyoung was taken back for a moment but wrapped his arms around you so tight as if holding you any loosely would make you disappear. His hug felt warm, like a soft blanket wrapped around you, and the tears flowing down his rosy cheeks just shattered your heart into pieces.
You missed him.
Doyoung doesn't need words to know that you finally remember him. He isn't interested to know how you regained your memories, he is just too overwhelmed to even utter a word. Having you back in his arms and knowing you are his is more than enough for him.
He is glad you are back. He is glad the spring he once enjoyed is back.
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luna’s note ▸ ahem. this piece is so random because my mind is not working at the moment but i still tried— feedback is much appreciated! find my other works here
© chocojae 2022
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doiefy · 4 months
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nct 127 as cursed college profs
very partially based on stupid shit i've had the pleasure and misfortune of seeing in my own classes. happy finals season girlies </3 i rise from my casket of inactivity to bring you the shit post i wrote on the subway on the way to an exam. whose class do you think you'd survive?
cw: cynical college humour because i'm coping, adult humour
taeil: not even that old, but barely knows how to use technology. spends the first 15 minutes of lectures trying to figure out zoom, then the rest of the time poorly explaining quantum mechanics from a textbook written 20 years ago. trips down the stairs two days into the semester and goes on medical leave, only to be spotted on vacation a week later. no one even gives him shit for it.
johnny: originally the cool, chill prof who occasionally went out for drinks with his classes, until he realized he was cool and tried to get even more hip with the kids. now he uses bad memes in his slides and films tiktoks in his lab. the number of students who ask to get drinks with him significantly boosts his ego, but no one tells him they’re doing it just to cross “drinking with a prof” off the frosh bingo card.
taeyong: the sweetest, loveliest, kindest soul you will ever meet—except he’s only taught twice in his life, just got put in as a replacement for a prof who tripped down the stairs, and gives you the most god-awful final exam known to man. he’s also stressed out (on your behalf) at any given moment, to the point where he just passes everyone with an 80 and calls it a day.
yuta: the hip, fashionable prof who only serves looks and random commentaries on society in the middle of his lectures. undergrads fight to the death to join his research group, but the ones who make it eventually realize he spends most of his time partying with the department’s money. yet still, groundbreaking work comes out of his lab every year…
doyoung: retired from research a few years ago to teach full time, but not a single person knows why. he may offer the clearest, live-saving explanations in his lectures—but he constantly looks like he wants to go home and will decimate your entire existence with a single look if you ask anything about the syllabus two weeks into the semester.
jaehyun: the hot single prof. every single freshman girlie has a sickening, concerning, fanfic-esque crush on him. some go as far as nearly failing his class and then booking office hours with him before finals, only to find out that he’s been using Doyoung’s teaching material for years, without credit. he is very much horrendous at teaching on his own. and very much gay.
jungwoo: wanted to go into early childhood education, somehow got coerced into doing his masters, then his phd, then post doc, then— still fulfills his dreams by treating his students like kindergarteners. this includes gentle parenting of frat boys who won’t shut the fuck up during class, handing out healthy vegan treats, and encouraging “mindful moments” while you write the hardest exam he has ever administered.
mark: refuses to teach because he doesn’t think any of the kids will take him seriously, is forced to anyways by the department. as a prodigy so fucking removed from what it’s like to be stupid, he ends all his quantum lectures with “this is pretty straightforward,” and books it back to his lab on an electric skateboard. yes he built it himself. no he won't let you try and ride it.
haechan: shares an office with mark and spends most of his free time figuring out which organic compounds he can mix together to perfectly recreate the texture and smell of cum. if he doesn’t show up to class, it’s because he’s terrorizing pigeons on the street for science. shows gruesome videos of explosions and chemical fires for a chemical safety lecture. has had the fire alarm pulled on him at least twice.
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haediary · 4 months
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[10:32] doyo ♡
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♡ Getting ready for an event but not really reaching the end due to your boyfriend waking up by the constant sounds of doors opening, jewerly jingling. Turning on the night lamp beside him following with his glasses being put on he sighs at the sight of you putting on a pair of earrings by the vanity looking all ready for the event he totally forgot about.
bf!doyoung x fem!reader
now playing... after last night by bruno mars
warnings; girl idfk its kinda suggestive, nothing too crazy tho, kissing, touches here and there yk :3
meow !
"you know how i feel about you leaving the house at this hour..."
sighing once again at doyoungs complaints it was only the sound of the bed sheets shuffling along with doyoungs foot steps that made you roll your eyes. Keeping an eye at the vanity mirror infront of you the focus on trying to put on your earring was soon interrupted by the two pairs of familiar arms wrapping around your waist rather tightly for someone who had just woken up from a slumber.
"doyoung..."
"fuck this event baby, just...stay in"
the hot breath against your neck that was slowly but surely washing away the rose petal like perfume made the small hairs of your under arms stand up, it wasn't fair how easily doyoung could get his way. Maybe you were just too horny or maybe it was the deep raspy like voice and the small weight against your shoulder from his head that made your mind wonder... But either way, he was onto something and this happened everytime you were leaving for something in the later hours.
"hmm?"
it was the way he was so close, basically grinding against your ass when he himself would describe it as "rocking tiredly". The soft breaths and wramth filled your heart with desire and you could only bite your bottom lip at the reflection of his veiny rough but soft hands caressing your abdomen and hips on top of the silky like slip dress that was just making it past your knees and the dim light from the nightstand lamp he turned on reflecting on you two wouldn't do anything but set the mood.
"please..."
The urge to just turn around and place a big fat kiss on his lips was eating you alive and to be honest, you would do just that if you werent so competitive to the point you would ignore his affection to not let him get his way. It's always been like that with him, neither of you complained, it just added to the intesity bubble that would eventually burst and satisfy you both. Finally deciding to do something about the situation you put in the plug for the earring an take a firm but gentle grip on each of his wrists to release yourself from the grip he had you on. You wish everyday it was that easy to get him off you especially in situations like these. Letting out another deep breath when he spins you around to face him, his hands now on the vanity corner that pokes just right above your ass gently. Holding back a smile at the sight of a tired doyoung with his soft hair all ruffled up caused him to place a hand on your right cheek, slowly moving to the back of your neck letting his finger make it through your hair before mumbling in the same gentle and deep tone
"can't have you going out like this..."
The hair, the makeup that looked all too good in the dim light and that god damn dress that let your collarbone and shoulders show along with the neck he loves so dearly decorated with a silver necklace that he bought you himself was too much for him. He couldn't let you leave like this? Alone? To an event? He'd rather have his name on a gravestone than that. He could rather be getting his suit and be your arm candy for the rest of the night than having you go like this alone. His eyes wandering he let his hand that was still on the vanity follow and slowly move closer to get a gentle grip on your hips, not too loose and not too firm, it was just perfect. That tiredness he had before was all gone and his entire focus was on you now.
"you know i have to go"
Shaking his head he only takes a step closer, he didn't have the energy to grab his shit and leave with you and it'd be a shame if he made you stay in when you got all ready like this, but he liked that shame. Leaning in and with the other hand on the back of your neck he brought you closer. His soft but dry lips connecting with your filled ones that were just absorbing the red lipstick you put on he didn't have the patience to start slow and steady, immediatley adding fuel to the fire he holds onto you tightly this time. Maybe the event wouldn't be as entertaining as you thought, maybe it was better to stay in tonight. Soft moans and whines were the only sounds filling up the room as doyoung took both your elbows to bring your arms around his neck since you couldn't do it yourself, basically making you lean into him more...
"stay in..."
"mhm"
NEHEHEHEHWHWHJA I GIGGEL SO BAD OHY MGOA
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 10 months
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[5:44 pm]
(cw: douchey ex bf, "douche bag", “ass”)
Eggs, ramen, candy, ice cream, was there anything else you were missing? You should probably get some produce, to be healthy. You eyed the bananas, looking for the best bunch and some grapes that didn’t look too soft or mushy. And the oranges looked just- like your ex boyfriend. The very ex boyfriend who you had purposely avoided for the last month on campus because you made the drunken mistake of calling him to tell him you were so happy and so over him thanks to your new boyfriend. The new boyfriend that your drunk mind brought up on a whim, the boyfriend that didn’t exist.
He was getting closer now, how were you going to get out of this? Think, think, think, “Funny seeing you here, where’s that new boyfriend you were bragging about?” God, you regretted ever dating him, he was a major pain in your ass.
“He’s doing his own shopping right now, uh here he comes!” You exclaimed as you caught sight of a guy your age coming into the produce section. You swiftly walked over to him hoping that the message ‘HELP ME’ could be communicated through your eyes as you asked him, “Did you find what you were looking for, honey?”
He sent you a confused look before he looked around to catch some douche bag looking guy with a smug look on his face just a few feet behind you. “Uh yes-yeah. Got the pasta,” he stuttered.
You let out a quiet relieved sigh, “This is my ex, I told you about if you remember.”
“Oh him, Doyoung, nice to meet you,” he nodded, giving the hand your ex held out a simple look rather than shaking it. He was perfect.
Your ex cleared his throat, “Separate baskets, if I remember correctly you’ve been together for 3 months now. When we were together I recall you never wanting to leave my place during our honeymoon period. Gotta step it up man.” All you could do was roll your eyes, he proved to be more awful every time he opened his mouth.
“And look how well that turned out. We like our separate spaces, we haven’t been together for very long, and we both have work and school to focus on. Not that you should be all too concerned about our relationship. Did you find everything you needed, love?” Doyoung replied coolly, redirecting the question toward you.
You nodded stunned at how well this stranger was handling everything, he cleared his throat with a sarcastic smile, “See you, man.”
“Or not,” he told you under his breath and he led you to checkout with his hand on the small of your back. “Did you actually get everything you needed, I can make sure he doesn’t follow you through the store.”
“Oh no, thank you so much though. I’m sorry I dragged you into this too. I panicked when I saw him and if my stupid drunk self hadn’t lied or even called him neither of us would be in this mess!” You complained, ignoring the looks of the other shoppers of the grocery store.
Doyoung stayed with you while you checked out and walked you to the parking lot, “I can walk you to your car, where are you parked?”
“Oh no, I walked. Thank you again for your help, I’ll get out of your hair now.” You smiled as you gave him a brief wave goodbye.
“I can walk you home, I don’t want man to follow you or anything,” Doyoung offered.
“He’s weird but not that weird,” you chuckled, “and really you’ve already done so much thank you.”
“It’s really no problem to walk you home,” Doyoung insisted.
“Honestly, we’ve just met, I wouldn’t feel comfortable showing you where I live,” you admitted shyly.
Doyoung’s face showed his shock, his mouth hung open, “Oh my! Yeah! Of course! Can we compromise?” You sent him a puzzled look but invited him to continue, “I’ll give you my number and you can just text me when you get home. If my mom ever heard that you got hurt in any way on your way home after meeting me, she would kill me.”
You laughed, “I accept your compromise, here just put your number in.”
He was quick to input his number and hand you back your phone with a shy look on his face, “I’ll see you around?”
You beamed, “You certainly will, you won’t have my number for nothing. Nice to meet you Doyoung.”
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[12:00am]
Seeing the cute and VERY drunk Doyoung made Nari smile softly behind the cameras. It was time for Doyoung to head home early so he could prepare for the 7am flight to the Philippines tomorrow (technically today since it was midnight), but at the moment, the young man didn't want to leave his seniors.
"I'm not drunk!" he protested with a huff and cute pout, the three senior idols cooing over him while at the same time trying to convince the main vocal to leave.
"Doyoung-ah~!" Nari called out to the man gently in a singing tone. "Come on sweetie, time to go home!"
"Noona!" Doyoung perked up. "Noona, you're here! Wait -" he blinked slowly. "Why are you here?"
"Our manager called me," she answered as she made her way to the four. "He knew I needed to come and help." Because drunk NCT members don't listen to anyone else except Nari for some reason.
"Oh, Nari-yah, hello!" Heechul greeted happily along with the other two senior idols. Nari greeted them back just as happily. "Do you drink well?"
"Uh, I'd say so, growing up in Australia and all!" she laughed bashfully. "But I don't really like drinking a lot in general..."
"That's why I'm here, Noona!" Doyoung slurred, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a sloppy hug. "So you don't have to do it. I'm working hard for us, Noona, see?"
"Yes, I can see, Doyoungie~"
"Y-You work so hard for us already, I wanted you to rest. I'll-I'll help Noona, okay?"
"Aww!" Everyone in the room cooed while Nari simply smiled a closed-lip smile.
"You see me Taeyong-hyung, Johnny-hyung, Yuta-hyung?" Doyoung called out to the camera again. He listed the other members' names over everyone's laughter. "We have to work hard for Noona so she doesn't overwork, ya hear me?"
"Okay, time to go to bed!" Nari announced, wrapping her arm around his waist to help support his weight. "Thank you, sunbaenims, for looking out for him."
"Of course! Of course!" the males nodded.
"Good luck in the Philippines!" Kangta smiled. "Make sure he rests well, yeah?"
"Oh don't worry, I'll look after him. Being their mother is part of the job," she joked dryly.
"Ey, Noona!" Doyoung whined, burying his face in her hair.
"And I hope your comeback goes well!" Xiumin added in with a chirp.
"Same goes to you too, sunbaenim!"
"Okay, you two should go now, I don't want you two to stay out too long," Kangta cut in worriedly, resting a hand each on the NCT members' shoulders. "Go home safely, okay?"
"Okay!" the two replied.
"Come on, you big baby," Nari cooed to the drunk Doyoung. "Let's go home."
"Okay...I love you, Noona~!"
"Aw, I love you too~"
"More than Haechan and Taeyong-hyung?"
"What is it with your feud with them two especially?"
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3raaaachachacha · 1 year
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11:02 pm
Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive
Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol
Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact
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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.
You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.
“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.
Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.
“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.
You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.
Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.
It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.
“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."
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theficblog · 1 year
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[6:28 pm]
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KIM DOYOUNG
Genre: Fluff + Established relationship AU
Wordcount : 444
Warnings: Menstruation
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You let out a loud groan, pulling up your blanket even closer and changing your position on the bed. You had been doing it since lunch. Your abdomen was visibly red due to the heat you had been applying, yet there was no relief in the pain. Never before had it hurt you so much that you had to excuse yourself from work.
The door opened up to reveal Doyoung.
He wore a look of concern on his face, he was worried to the extent he rushed to the pharmacy as soon as he reached back home.
Doyoung shut the door behind him, softly, without making any sound, afraid he would wake you up out of your sleep.
"Is it any better?" He hummed gently as he caressed your head.
You did not say anything; you only shook your head.
"Take this." He offered you the pill along with a glass of water, helping you to get up.
"Don't worry about that, baby, it's okay." He reassured by the sight of you examining the sheets to see if there were any blood stains.
"Are you crying?" He asked in a voice shrill out of surprise and, at the same time, deep out of solace.
"Awww my poor baby~" Doyoung cooed, lifting up the sheets, making you lay on your back and use his arm like a pillow.
He planted a kiss on your forehead, humming.
"Tsk!" You shrilled as he moved his face away.
"You want more? There you go." Before covering your entire face with his honey-like butterfly pecks.
His free hand reached to your belly, rubbing it with those warm hands, providing you with the comfort no silicon bottle ever could.
It soothed you, even more, when he started humming your favourite song in his angelic voice.
"Doyoung, why can't you be the one bearing our children?" You joked, feeling better.
He let out a huge giggle. Even his chuckle sounded like a mastered musical octave, so perhaps your hormones were taking over your logical senses.
"I wish I could, baby" He said.
"But wait! It is supposed to be more than just about giving birth." He explained. Lifting up his eyes to meet yours, halting the massage for a moment.
"Doyoung I literally am in no mood for science." You glared.
His mouth was left hanging open, before he quickly reached for your cheek, placing another stream of kisses.
"Making amends before you get mad." He whispered.
He shoved his face closer, to that sweet little sensitive spot on the neck near the shoulder, brushing his skin against it. He felt so warm.
"Kisses make my baby feel so much better."
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bbyyhyuck · 1 year
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[ 00:17 AM ] - kim doyoung
warning: pregnancy (?)
genre: fluff fluff and fluff
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It was past midnight, when you shuffled around for the nth time.
You couldn't sleep, since your little baby kept kicking from inside, also demanding one of your most recent cravings. ice cream on toast. You swore it was the most delicious thing you had ever tried, but when you told that to your fiancé, Doyoung, he just looked surprised and shrugged it off.
Now, you were wide awake, staring at the ceiling, praying that your baby will stop kicking and go to sleep.
But it happened the contrary. As you shuffled around, at some point, it woke Doyoung up. He turned around so he could face you and analysed you from head to toe. "You haven't been sleeping, were you?" He questioned.
You nodded. "Sorry, I didnt want to interrupt your sleep." You mumbled through the pain in your tummy.
You heard a loud sigh. "What are you craving now?" You hesitated. "Ice cream on toast..." And you felt a soft kiss being pressed onto your forehead. "Wait here love." Doyoung whispered.
5 minutes passed when your fiancé was back, holding a small plate with two toasts on it, and two big scoops of pistachio ice cream. Your favorite.
A big smile made its presence on your face, happily eating everything off the plate, Doyoung staring at you with adoration the whole time. He couldn't get mad at you for waking him up, even if every single minute of sleep was important for him. How could he, when you were carrying his baby? When you looked that beautiful even in the middle of the night. He was more than in love with you.
He grabbed the plate and placed it on his nightstand, then hugged you tightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
He inhaled deeply. "I love how you smell. Its so relaxing". Placing his hand on your baby bump, he smiled for himself. "I can't wait for our baby to be born. I'll spoil both of you so so much. I promise I will be the best dad and husband to ever exist".
You laughed at his confession. "I'm sure you will."
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A/N: Im so soft for Doyoung ☹️☹️ anyways Im sorry I didnt post in a while but I kind of ran out of ideas, but Im back now, and please request anything you want!!
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neocitydealer · 2 years
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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. !
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𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 📦 (time stamps, short fics, MTL, etc)
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sneaky link!jeno + car sex
📮 MARK [ 6:17am ]
new dad!mark + lap riding
📮 JOHNNY [ 10:23pm ]
brothers best friend!johnny + blowjob
📮 JAEHYUN [ 11:42pm ]
jaehyun + his favorite exotic dancer
📮 YUTA [ 12:45am ]
employee!yuta + fucking his bosses wife
📮 JUNGWOO [ 3:02am ]
best friend!jungwoo + cunnilingus
📮 TAEYONG [ 01:21am ]
taeyong + party!bathroom sex
📮 HAECHAN [ 5:24pm ]
catholic!school bf haechan + blowjob
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bluuuu127 · 2 years
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{9:27 am}
"I am going to jump off a bridge " You said looking at your phone.
Marks head snapped towards you.
"what happened?" he said laughing lightly.
"oh you know just my boyfriend looking at another woman !" you exclaimed shoving your phone in his face.
Mark looked at the picture,it was of him looking at a fan at the fansign they had a mere couple hour ago.
"Babe what?"he laughed
"Nah what is this look at the way your looking at her " you pouted you weren't actually upset but the way he was looking at her made you want to rip your hair out and give out a silent scream.
"I look at you like that" "Do you Mark do you?"
"Yes i do I just think you don't realize . I look at you with more love " he said smiling at you looking at you.
"Plus you can stare at me for as long as you like unlike the thirty seconds she had with me" he spoke with a low voice pulling you in by the waist.
"I'm still jumping off a bridge"
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doderyscoffee · 1 year
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pairing: kim dongyoung x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): military!au warnings: possible military rank inaccuracies length: 0.3k words
[5:40 pm]— “What do you think you were doing?” commander!Doyoung demanded, specks of saliva spraying out of his mouth from how angry he was.
“What you told me to do.” I shifted out of my vest and hung it on its hook. “Why are you pissy?”
“Because you deliberately disobeyed me.” Doyoung took the rifle from my hands although not roughly. “I told you to get out of there with the rest of the unit.” He leaned in close, voice dropping to nearly a hiss. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”
I met his eyes. “Then you would be free of an insubordinate soldier.”
Doyoung pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. You’re too valuable, but you need to listen.”
“I’m not dead am I?”
“No, but it was a close call.”
“Relax, alright?” I scratched the back of my neck, which was insanely itchy from the mix of dirt and sweat accumulating there. “Everyone’s safe and sound.”
“For now,” he said. “Dinner’s in ten. Wash up and lose the attitude. The lieutenant will want to speak to you.”
“Oh, great.” I rolled my eyes. “Tell the grandpa that I’ll speak to him as I am.”
“You’ll watch yourself.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, I’ll be presentable.”
“Good.” Doyoung turned on his heel. “I’ll return your rifle to the armory.”
Before he could disappear from the room, I called to him. “Will you be there?”
“For when the lieutenant summons you?”
“Yes.”
He looked at me over his shoulder. “Of course. I can’t leave you to your own devices.” And with that, he was gone.
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bunxxy · 1 year
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[10:48pm]
“Baby~” Doyoung cooes, slightly swaying back and forth in his seat. “I love yooou” He wraps his arms around you while forcing his entire body weight on you, almost making you fall out of your seat.
You giggle and pat his hand, “I love you too honey”. He whines, rubbing his head against your face, “Love me~”
Doyoung leans in for a kiss but you push away lightly. You both are at a restaurant with the other members so you would rather not have a heated make out session in front of them. You take a better look at his face and you can’t help but be in awe. His face is completely flushed from the amount of alcohol that he drank and there is a permanent pout on his lips. “Not right now”.
He looks absolutely adorable.
“Why~” he whines, slowly blinking at you. You giggle, engulfing him in your arms. He melts in your touch, rubbing his face against your shoulder. “I’m sorry baby” you coo with a slight smile.
“Mhhh~” he closes his eyes, holding you tightly.
“You definitely drank too much”. He shakes his head, “Mmhhh~ noooo I.. I didn’t”
You chuckle, rubbing his back “You definitely did”
“A.. little.. no~”
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