#kim doyoung fanfiction

[nctstar]

Hello!

I saw that your requests are opened so can you write something cute with a smut about period sex with Doyoung or Jaehyun?

Your writing is really good, congrats!!

hello! this is so late and you probably forgot about this already lmao but here it is! hope you like it <3 and thanks so much! appreciate the support.

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“You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

pairing: doyoung x fem!reader

other members: nil

word count: 2.7k

genre: smuuutttt with a touch of fluff throughout

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual and implied that reader x doyoung has discussed boundaries and safewords prior to the scene taking place + discussion takes place throughout, talking about periods and cramps throughout (reader has painful cramps and these are described), period sex, hard & soft dom doyoung, use of restraints, oral (male receiving), crying during and after sex, sex pausing because of pain, reader is manhandled + held down, sir kink, degradation (use of slut, whore, brat), spanking, pussy slapping, begging, sexual punishment, reader slowly slips into subspace towards the end, intense orgasms, penetrative sex (unprotected - please be safe irl guys), use of good girl, fingering + clitoral stimulation, squirting, profanity (f word, s word once)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: happy new year guys <3 YES IK I said I would finish the old requests by the end of the year but...it got crazier than I expected so...anyways here I am. new year same old me (but worse it seems). I thought the markhyuckno and dojaejung fic was the most graphic nasty thing I could write but...here we are :D

Your dutiful stares were enough to send him over the edge. Thick, glassy eyes rimmed with black and adorned by lashes as sensitive as butterfly wings, fluttering as you whimpered. “P-please.”

Doyoung stood so tall in front of you, you could barely make out the outlines of his face, ones you knew so well. His slacks smelled of laundry detergent, and you gulped as he used one hand to press your head to the front of his thigh, another unbuckling his belt. The scent elevated your senses, thighs squeezing around nothing in anticipation. Your arms and legs tied tightly behind you with silky black ribbons, just the way he liked it, you were forced to balance on your knees, your body seesawing as he prepared himself. A cramp hit you then, and you shut your eyes, breathing through your mouth, letting it pass.

“Keep your eyes open.” He sounded emotionless, careless, like he wasn’t even looking in your direction, but you nodded anyway, looking up at his face. Bits of light in the room was now illuminating parts of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose. The hand behind your head contracted, fingers digging into your scalp roughly. You gasped, parts of your scalp now throbbing as he pushed your open mouth onto him.

“Nghhh…” you gargled noisily, your eyes silently pleading at him to go easy on you. But he persisted, even as your hands curled into fists, fighting against the restraints as he used your mouth as he pleased. Tears and drool ran down your face and onto the grooves of your collarbone, and that was when the next cramp hit.

The pain was sudden and immobilising, like a lightning strike on the most sensitive parts of your body. Your whole body jerked, and Doyoung’s hand release from your scalp. You cried out, doubling over, and you felt soft skin all over your bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You began to cry softly, your stomach turning as embarrassment settled into your body. “Mmm, sorry, s-sir.”

“Shh, we’re not doing the scene right now, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry…” You rubbed your face on his shoulder, feeling his fingers quickly work to release you from your restraints. Once you did, your hands wrapped around his body instinctively, knees separated so you could sit on his lap. He patted your hair and upper back gently as you cried in his lap, the remnants of the cramp ebbing away inside your stomach. Once your breath slowed, Doyoung pulled your face away from him, but you still couldn’t look him in the eye. His thumb was gently circling the bare skin above the edges of your underwear. “Hey. This is for both of us to enjoy, right? If you’re in pain, we’re not doing it. And I’m not having fun either if you’re not, okay? Baby?” He kissed the top of your shoulder affectionately, and you felt your insides warm instantly, as if he had doused you in warm water. “Let’s get you relaxed and comfortable now, okay? What would you-“

“Doie, it’s fine. We can continue.”

“No, honey. It’s enough for today. There’s clearly something on your mind.” Your head snapped up to look at him, but there was no hint of frustration or anger lining his face. “It’s okay.” He rubbed up your arms, making you sigh inaudibly. “You don’t need to tell me right now, okay?”

“No, I…” You stopped, looking up and sighing, loudly this time. “I’ll tell you. I don’t know, I was just…embarrassed, I guess? But it’s not really a big deal, it’s just, well…something we haven’t really, um…” You were fumbling, playing with the bow on your bra as the anxiety rose up your body, threatening to silence you once again.

Doyoung’s plush lips pressed against yours, a clean, musky scent overtaking your senses. He squeezed your waist supportively as he pulled away.

You lashes fluttered as you spoke. “I’m on my period.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, maybe a second too long. Then, he sighed, resting back on his hands. “Oh, thank God.”

“What?”

“I thought you were gonna drop some huge bomb on me, like you had some weird fetish or something.”

“Doyoung!” You slapped his arm, making him laugh deeply. Your heart felt full as his face crinkled, your favourite feature on him being the way his entire face brightens when he smiles or laughs. You kissed his nose. “Thanks for not being weird about this.”

“Come on. Who would be weird about this? It’s such a normal thing.” Then, his face slowly dropped, darkened, and the worry started to creep again, tingling up the back of your neck. “Does it hurt? Is that why- oh.” He looked away, his hand slipping from your waist. “God, I’m such a jerk.”

“Wha- Doyoung, no. It’s not your fault, we agreed beforehand and, well, I thought the cramps would go away eventually! I mean, they usually do when I-“ You stopped, but Doyoung stared at you, willing you to continue. “What? What makes them stop?”

A blush crept up your cheeks, the exhilaration overtaking you as if you were 13 years old preparing to make your first sex joke rather than a grown woman who had just sucked her boyfriend’s cock for two minutes. “Um, well, you know. You know what they say about orgasms and cramps, right?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow at you, before the realisation washed over his face. “Oh.”

You laughed awkwardly. “See, it’s so embarrassing, even if it’s not, technically. God, this is so weird. Let’s just finish here for today.” As you went to get off his lap, his hands pressed your hips down again, bare thighs slipping against his unbuttoned slacks. “I have a better idea.”

You looked into your eyes as your panty-clad core rubbed against the bulge of his cock in his boxers, making you shiver. “But if we do this…”

“Doie, are you sure?”

“Are you?” You nodded, almost too enthusiastically, which made him chuckle darkly. It was true that you were horny as fuck, despite the earth-shattering electric-shock level pain that was ravishing your body every now and then.

He grazed his lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on your neck. “Good girl.” He gripped your ass with both hands, making you moan almost instantaneously. “We’ll play by the same rules we decided before then, okay? Promise me you’ll use your safeword, and tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” You muttered a mh-hm, starting to get impatient and grind against him, but he stopped your movements in place. “Words, sweetie. This is important.”

“Y-yeah, Doie. Fuck, I w-want it – I need it, please, sir…” You bit your lip, grabbing his hands to push them away from your hips and let you grind against him. Doyoung let go, but he hooked his arm around your lower back, other hand spanking your clothed ass harder now. “Oh my God!” The sting took you by surprise, and as he stood up, his shoulder pressed against your stomach, giving you some relief from the dull ache that came every time you were on your period. “S-sir, where are we-“

The wind whooshed out of your lungs as he threw you onto your bed, the covers warm against your skin. As you caught your breath, Doyoung slammed himself over you, throwing both of your arms above your head recklessly. “So disrespectful, speaking out of turn like that.” You bit your lip in response.

As he rose above you, you yelped as you felt your world spin again. Lying on your front now, you tried to move onto all fours, but a hard whack to your backside stopped you in your place. You yelped, feeling him push you down onto the bed and spank you three times in a row. The third hit make you cry out. “S-sorry, sir!”

Leaning over you, trapping you in between his knees, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Your neck bent backwards awkwardly as he pulled your face off the bed. “A-ah!”

“Naughty girl, hmm? And what happens to brats like you, baby? I want to hear you beg for it.” The way the word beg fell off his lips, like poison from a vial, made your legs shake in anticipation. The burn in your scalp was overwhelming, and you managed to make out, with shaky breaths, “Please, sir, please punish m-me.”

You yelped as he grabbed at the plush of your ass, fighting every urge to move. “Please, please, I need it, I need this.” He pulled the waistband of your black panties down to your upper thighs with one hand, landing hits as he let his other hand keep your face buried in the sheets. “Stupid whore. Grinding on me like my cock is all you can think about. Is that right, baby? Is my cock all that you’re good for, slut?” His words made you melt like butter, your heart racing as the arousal that was now collecting threatened to send you over the edge too early. “Ah- fuck! H-hurts…” Your voice croaked. Doyoung paused, but his hand still pressed you to the bed. Realising he was probably waiting for a verbal all-clear, you wriggled your ass teasingly. “Sir, please, I deserve it. I’m your brat, please, please punish-“

The next few hits took your breath away, and you wondered how all of this strength was coming from one arm. Your eyes watered as he travelled down your thighs before coming back to the curves of your bare ass, now probably red on impact. Your body began to fight the pain, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself anchored to the bed. “Fuck, y-yes sir, I’m all yours, please, please, take me.” You babbled nonsensically as you felt yourself relinquish control, wetness now dribbling down your inner thighs.

When he stopped, you felt yourself breathe out, and in one go, Doyoung lifted you backwards so your back was pressed against his. The first thing you noticed was the pad that lined your underwear, now on full display. “Oh shit.” You scrambled to untangle your legs to throw it away, out of sight, making Doyoung laugh. “You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

He was slipping in and out of the scene with so much ease. Tears sprung to your eyes for the third time that day as you unfolded the towel, leaning over to open it onto the bedsheets. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He didn’t hesitate as he laid you down on your front, aligning you with the towel properly. “You ready, my love?”

Nodding furiously, you felt him push you down on your upper shoulders with a tantalising amount of strength. “Stupid brat is always ready for cock, right?” You moaned, loudly, making him groan and slap your soaked core. “Ah! Fuck, s-sir.” You felt his engorged bulb run through your folds, so slowly, teasing you with an agonisingly slow pace. “You need this to put you in your place, right?” Another slap, this time hitting your clit and making you cry out. “And where is your place, baby?”

As he landed another slap, you cried out. “U-under you, sir! I belong under you, stuffed with your coc-“ He thrusted inside without warning, making you arch your back almost involuntarily. Your brain catching up with the sensations now running rampant through your body, you began to cry, the tears flooding your vision as your body shook with the strength of his hips.

He mocked. “Cock so good you’re crying, is that it?” Doyoung slowed, signalling to you that he needed some sort of verbal encouragement to keep going when you were crying. He was always like this, no matter how many times you assured him you would use your safeword if it was too much. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out of your open mouth. “Fuck, please, wan’ cum, please.” You managed to make out these words as you climaxed, white hot pleasure running through your lower body.

Even as the overstimulation sunk into your body, you gripped onto the sheets, throwing yourself back onto him, not wanting him to stop. “Please! Please fill me up, make me, ah…” His sped-up thrusts and quietened demeanour could only mean one thing. As you felt his hot cum inside you, he muttered deeply, throaty moans and gasps escaping him. “Good fucking girl. That’s it, gonna stuff you full of me, isn’t that right?” You nodded dumbly, the pleasure overtaking all of your senses. You snuck one hand down your body, toying with your clit, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Doyoung slapped the hand away, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your back with one hand. “Filthy girl.” You whined, but a screamed ripped itself out of your throat as Doyoung pushed two fingers inside you, thumb pressing directly on your clit. “Fuck, wait, ah, too much…” You tried to wriggle away, and he pulled out momentarily to slap you hard on your ass, the sting on your already sore skin making you jerk off the bed. He released you from his grip. “Get up. Now.”

You were shaking, half confusion and arousal clouding your vision as you high-kneeled on the bed. “Legs out and hands behind your back.” You complied, aware now that your core was exposed. One of his arms snaked around your shoulders, fingers dangerously close to your boobs. “So you can be a good girl.”

“Mmm, only for you.” You kissed the skin of his arm, the one in front of you, and gasped when he pressed his bare body close to you. “Not getting my cock again, slut. But you can come. Only when I say so. Understand?” His free hand gripped your chin, strong enough to leave bruises. “Y-yes, yes, sir!”

“Oh, and, these,” he slapped the thin skin of your inner thighs, left, then right, “aren’t moving.” You nodded relentlessly, the waiting driving you mad now. When he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, slow but firm, you gasped, engulfing the air as if it would help you ground yourself. “Fuck, I’m all yours, p-please!” His pace quickened, and it took everything in you to keep your thighs where they were. They shook almost painfully, and Doyoung stopped, pausing to spread your own fluids over your inner thighs. “I’m so close,” you cried softly, and Doyoung shushed you, pressing kisses on your shoulder. “Good girl, you kept still for me. You think you can soak the towel under us, baby? Hmm?” Your thighs pushed together at his words, but you snapped them apart again, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Sorry, sir! I’m sorry!” You felt yourself slipping slowly into subspace, kept afloat only by the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Doyoung cooed. “Obedient slut, aren’t you? It’s okay. We’ll keep going. You can come now.” You thanked him profusely as he rubbed firm circles on your clit. You gasped for air, random words flying out of your mouth without restraint. “Sir, feels so good, I- oh, I think I’m gon-, nggh, fuck, sir, it’s so much, please, please…” You came hard, seeing stars as you felt yourself let go completely. The feeling of the wet towel and your legs seemed to slowly bring you back to reality as you looked down, mortified. “Wait, did I…” your chest rose and fell. “Did I pee or something?”

Doyoung laughed delicately in your ear. “No, darling, you just squirted.” Your eyes widened as he pulled you closer. “You’re so pretty when you let go. We should do this more often.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Wow, I…didn’t think that was possible.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay humble if you keep saying stuff like this, baby.” You laughed, anxieties lifting off your shoulders for a moment. You turned your head, moving your hair out of your face to kiss him deeply.

When you pulled away, he pecked you again on the forehead, cuddling you against his body. “So…you hungry?”

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[writemekpop]

Shotgun Fiancé | Kim Doyoung

Summary: Your boyfriend tells his parents you’re engaged. You have to play along….

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty, suggestive at the end

Word Count: 0.7k

KNOCK KNOCK

You stand in front of Doyoung's door, heart racing. 

It's Doyoung's family reunion, and as his girlfriend of three years, you are expected to attend. 

Doyoung pulls the door open. You twirl, expecting him to compliment your outfit, and maybe kiss away your nerves. 

But he doesn't compliment you. He doesn't even smile. Doyoung just grabs your arm and pulls you into the house. 

"Just play along," Doyoung said through gritted teeth. You had just arrived to meet his family. 

"What do you m-"  

"Y/n, darling, you're here!"  Doyoung’s mother pulled you in for a tight hug, her perfume sickly sweet.

"Congratulations!" she said, pinching your cheeks. 

You glance at Doyoung, confused, but he's gnawing at his fingernail and avoiding your gaze. 

"Congratulations for what?" 

Doyoung's mother shook her head, laughing. "For your engagement, silly!"

Your mouth fell open. 

Doyoung laughed loudly and swung his arm over your shoulder. "And that's the face she made when I proposed!"

When his mother was out of earshot, you turned to him. 

"Engaged? What the hell?"

Doyoung rolled his eyes. "I needed something. My brother made partner at his law firm. And ran a marathon for some stupid orphan charity." Doyoung scowled. "Brown noser."

"And you had to get engaged?" 

Doyoung shrugged. "My parents are eating it up. Plus, a girlfriend is like the one thing Johnny doesn’t have. Just fake it.” 

Despite how petty Doyoung was being, your heart fluttered at the thought of being Doyoung's fiancé… even a fake one.

"And when we're you going to tell me about this?"

"I just thought of it an hour ago!" Doyoung whined. "Come on, baby. You can fake it, can't you?"

You winked. "I guess I have some experience in faking it."

Doyoung shot you a look. "One more thing." He grabbed your left hand and slid a diamond ring on your fourth finger. It fit perfectly. 

You gasped. "Where did you get this?" 

"Some great aunt – while Miracle Child got the 24 karat gold ring from my mother, I was stuck with this one. No surprises there.”

Linking your arms together, you walked into the living room and faced your audience.  

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At the end of the night, you were exhausted.

You and Doyoung slumped side by side on his bed, too tired to change out of your fancy clothes. 

You'd just spent the last three hours being congratulated by virtual strangers. You'd had to make up stories about how he proposed, how your family reacted, what wedding China you would pick out…  

A single tear trickled down your cheek. You sniffed. 

Doyoung, who was lying with his eyes closed, turned towards you. 

"Hey, what’s wrong?"

"I don't know," you said, roughly swiping away your tears. 

Doyoung touched your arm lightly, but you shrugged him off and jumped off the bed. 

"This is a bit... much, Doyoung. I’m going to stay at mine tonight."

You twisted the ring on your finger, trying to pull it off. But it wouldn't budge. A burst of pain shot up your hand. 

"Fuck!" 

Doyoung jumped off the bed and took your hands in his. Gently, he pulled the ring off your finger. 

Your breaths slowed. 

Doyoung pressed his forehead against yours and shut his eyes. "I'm sorry I sprung that fake engagement on you. It wasn't cool." 

You hummed in agreement. 

"I love you, Y/n. And you know… I want it all. Two kids, the little cottage on the edge of town, the minivan…”

You couldn't help but smile. "I want that too.  Just… leave the proposal to me next time, alright?”

Doyoung grinned "Hell yeah. I want to be pampered. Flowers, chocolates, candles… treat me like a princess."

"That there - is why I love you."

You pulled Doyoung in for a kiss, still laughing as your lips met. 

Doyoung would make the perfect husband. 

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[jinisnuggets]

Hello can I ask for a Doyoung smut, I haven't been seeing new fics of doyoung these days 🥹 tysm

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ᴬ/ᴺ: ᴴⁱ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ! ᴬˢˢᵘᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵐʸ ʳᵉqᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᴶᵉᵒⁿᵍʷᵒᵒ ᶠⁱᶜ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ... ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵃˢᵏˢ, ⁱˡʸˢᵐ 😭🩷, ˢᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵃˡ ʰᵘᵍˢ 🫶

“Hey… it's late, is everything alright?” You called through the phone after not hearing a response for a concerning amount of time, he had called you so you didn't know if it was much of a real call or more of a prank call.

“Hey, the boys are gonna go eat somewhere but I honestly wanna just lay in bed and sleep. The company's too far and I know you live nearby- mind if I spend the night?” you could hear his croaky voice from the other side and you honestly couldn't help but feel pity for him, you didn't see the problem in letting your boyfriend come over in order for him to just immediately lay in bed and knock himself out, it was just one night and you didn't seem to find a problem with it.

“Doyoung - you don't need to ask, just call me and say you're coming over. My house is your house.” You calmly responded, “Ok, ok, my bad, I'll be there in 10” he responded, half chuckling while you heard the familiar beep and then the line went dead.

Part of you was nervous about him coming over to spend the night, but what was one singular night gonna do? Nothing could happen in the span of those 12 hours that he'd be coming and sleeping over. He had practice the next morning, which meant that by breakfast hours at the company, he should already be there and ready for practice.

So you waited until you heard a knock on the door, you slowly walked to the fronts of your apartment and looked outside the peephole. It was the habit you couldn't get rid of as well as the one people always found themselves questioning you for, to which you always responded with.

“Better to be safe than sorry.”

Once confirming that it was indeed Doyoung, you slipped open the door and allowed him to enter the cozy setting, you greeted him and escorted him to your room.

“Since I live in an apartment- I unfortunately don't have any guest bedrooms, but you can rest in here and I'll be on the couch.”

Doyoung took the little energy he had in order to glance at you and turn his full body to face you, he looked a bit disappointed and a little annoyed.

“Why don't we just sleep together?” He responded. Now you were sure that your cheeks were flushed red judging by the burning sensation you had in them, you cleared your throat and made eye contact with him which was quickly broken by whatever reason you may have made in your head.

“I don't know about that-”

“Why? We're dating and from the looks of it, your bed is big enough to fit 2 people. I don't see a problem with it.”

You turned your head and thought for a moment, although you also didn't really have a problem with sleeping together, your conscience wouldn't really leave you alone if you dared to lay in the same bed as him, especially since in the recent Treasure comebacks he was really putting it off with the visuals.

“I probably won't keep my hands still if we do-”

He completely disregarded your comment, probably because he didn’t hear you or he just didn't pay attention, nevertheless it was one of the two. “It's only one singular night, I think we should be fine-”

Hesitant, you nodded, having already brushed your teeth, you asked him if he had brushed his, to which he simply nodded and fell onto the bed… to which you followed right after.

It had surprisingly worked out at first… both of you were sound asleep in a matter of minutes, and to be honest, you slept like a baby for those couple of hours that your eyes were shut, which felt weird since you hadn't slept like that in ages… maybe it was because Doyoung was next to you.

But you had woken up to the sound of Doyoung groaning, and of course it caught you off guard. Your eyes immediately widened and you saw yourself laying on top of your boyfriend, you figured you had just somehow shifted into that position during your sleep since you definitely did not remember falling asleep like that. Therefore you didn't think much of it, that was until you felt Doyoung's hand grab onto your shoulder and attempt to push you off lightly.

“Y/n… can you stop doing that please…?”

Confused, you looked at your boyfriend as if he was out of his mind, “I'm not doing anything…?” You lightly said, trying not to disturb his still tired side that had yet to woke up completely, and you could only imagine how much more confused he became when his groaning shifted to moaning.

It took you a while to realize that your knee was in a place where it shouldn't have been…

“Crap! I'm sorry!” you said, feeling Doyoung's arms wrap around you as you could feel his slow but repetitive breaths lightly caress your skin.

“Y/n… I'm tired. Let's forget this and go back to bed.” You could hear his shaky yet desperate voice, that same voice that was probably about to fall asleep any moment now. It took you a while to realize that the reason you had probably felt so uncomfortable around him lately was because you were turned on by him in a way, which had you wondering how you hadn't noticed earlier.”

You heard a groan come from his mouth, which left a smirk tracing on your mouth, satisfaction running through his body as his back slowly arched. Your hand had traveled over to his tighted pants and gently squeezed him, making him moan ever so slightly.

His breathing became more regular, becoming a mix of breathing and moaning “Y/n… you shouldn't do this here…”

“What are you so afraid of?” You muttered lightly, not daring to leave out the mocking pitch, knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything about it since it was technically you in full control.

“Y/n- I have practice tomorrow” he whined, but your grip only got tighter. Doyoung’s moan got cut off by your abrupt kiss when you leaned up and connected your lips together, giving him a passionate and wet kiss.

You lifted his shirt to reveal his small and skinny figure along with the small shape of his forming abs, chuckling a bit, you licked his chest in which he lightly groaned and looked at you.

“Doyoung- you really have no idea what you've been doing to me lately.” You muttered, unzipping his zipper and massaging his crotch, using the little fabric that was his only advantage against him… no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was turned on, and you were the cause of that.

There was no need for permission, your hand was already sliding up and down his bare cock, as his dick grew in your grip.

“You're all out with the teasing today aren't you?” he commented, chuckling at the act along with you. Ignoring him, you brought your free hand onto his stomach and gave him small belly rubs, you felt his hand travel to your back and down to your waist, as he held you in place to prevent you from falling. His eyes were shut as he was beginning to relax at your every move, still letting out small groans at the feeling of your hand sliding on his cock.

And you surely weren't expecting him to have such an impressive girth, you felt he was thick but you didn't expect him to be that thick.

“Y/n… please let me feel you-” he moaned, words barely forming and escaping his mouth. Hearing it for sure drove you crazy, so you nodded and turned around which was the first time you actually managed to get a good look at his dick.

“Doyoung, I hope you know that with this dick you're just gonna make me want you more…”

“If you want me, then claim me.”

The response took you by surprise, sure your boyfriend was flirty with everyone but this was different, and you knew that he had caught onto you and decided to get revenge for all the teasing you yourself was guilty of.

“You think I won't?” You smirked which made his cock grow stiff, he liked it.

“You like it when I tell you things like that?” You muttered softly, he shaked his head, a bit ashamed before ultimately nodding, which only earning a small giggle from you.

The both of you pulled into a wet kiss, tongues intertwining and transferring all your love to each other with that one singular kiss, morning practice was the last thing on his mind now, almost completely forgetting about it. Once the kiss was separated you took the moment to look at your boyfriend, who was making eye contact with you intimately.

“Get on me…”

“Doyoung- you feel good…”

Taking a moment to process his words before smiling, bringing yourself over to him as he slowly removed the shorts which surrounded and highlighted your waist, following his instructions and lining yourself up with him.

Doyoung fluttered a bit and you felt him twitch inside of you, you gave Doyoung a moment and started grinding yourself on him, allowing him to feel all the pleasure as you both shared knowing sounds and moans.

“Y/n… you-”

Unable to finish his sentence, you cut him off by leaning down and kissing his chest, trying your best to limit your moans and allow him to do all the talking, you allowed yourself to suck his nipple and play with his other as you picked up your speed, pressing his on parts onto him.

“You can't get any better at this can you…?” He commented, completely out of breath and with sloppy speech, hearing him being so distraught really did something with your subconscious, enough to make you pick up your speed once more earning a growl from him.

“Fuck Doyoung… you really know how to mess with my feelings don't you?”

“I really don't mean to…”

Feeling his dick once again begin twitching, you brought yourself off of him, having a gut feeling that he was close and which was proven to be correct shortly after.

Small bits of precum leaked out of his dick, which was proving to your theory furthermore.

“Y/n… I'm close… please don't stop.”

“I'm not going to, I wanna show you satisfaction to the fullest.”

He didn't know what you meant, that was until you flicked his crotch allowing him to feel a small moment of both pain and pleasure at the same time, all feelings overtook him as his eyes rolled back and mouth watered at the feeling of his cock being distributed from it's original state and ending up with a small mark.

And that only got worse, as it started with small flicks to full on slaps, you slapped his dick harshly yet still with caution as you knew you there was a higher possibility that you'd hurt him than actually please him.

“Fuck…!” He whined, his whimpers got loud as he attempted to limit his volume, for a moment forgetting you lived in an apartment building with neighbors on all sides of your room. “Y/n! Stop! Please!” he once again whined, which just made you slap him slightly harder.

Tears began forming in his eyes as he felt the feeling of his dick slapping against his stomach and being brought back up to your hand for you to just repeat the cycle, his tears streamed down his cheeks and his mind became overwhelmed with thoughts.

How was the feeling of both pain and pleasure all at once was darn addicting?

His mouth watered, as he picked up the nearest pillow and brought it to his face, all his cum leaked out of him the moment your hand allowed his crotch to breathe.

“Was I too harsh on you?” Pity finding your voice as you saw the mess your boyfriend had done.

You both had been virgins up until that point, and the feeling of something like sex was truly just so overwhelming, the feeling of each other's touch in such an intimate way just really fluttered both of your hearts.

“No… it felt good…”

“Can try cock warming in you…?”

“Of course…” you lightly responded, reading his excited expression, he smiled lightly and brought a himself inside of you once more.

It was truly when you realized that one singular night was truly all it took for something so unimaginable to happen to two individuals.

Just one singular night.

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[onyourhyuck]

TAKE ME TO CHURCH. | K.DY

— Prologue: “I think you look better on your knees, Sweetheart.”

— Summary: Where your boyfriend takes you to Sunday church but after the service you end up on your knees at the alter for someone else.

— Genre: Smut minors dni. Churchboyfriend!doyoung. We need more church Doyoung. Established relationship. Degrading words. Sex inside a church (pls never do this oml). Oral sex Male receiving. (and pls never do this either.)

— Notes:

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Your boyfriend is actively religious and it’s one of things you love about him. His faith. Doyoung would pray daily. Even if it was before food, doing the night prayers or in the morning he would do prayers. You would join him and you partake in it with him.

You grew up with Christianity as well but you weren’t that much closer to being active until Doyoung shaped your life by showing up at your doorstep. Little did you know your faith grew stronger and now you’re both equally infatuated with your religious beliefs.

You don’t know if it was God’s plan to bring Doyoung to you and maybe it was. Maybe God has brought Doyoung to you knowing you needed someone by your side to strive you to the right path and it did work very well; Doyoung has been glued to your hip ever since.

Today was Sunday. The special day where everyone gathers to go to church. Doyoung took you to his church this time and you happily agree to go with him because you were interested.

You wore a little yellow floral dress it touches your knees and your hair was in a little bun tucked away leaving on your two strands of curtain bangs to be curled resting just above your forehead and eyebrows. Your skin was glowing because you put on your sunscreen. It was the season where summer has began and you decided to wear a dress was perfect for the occasion. You wore your silver cross necklace and you had your gently filed bare nails latch into your palm.

Doyoung wore a small black denim jacket with a loose white t shirt with the short sleeves revealing the bare muscular arms underneath the jacket. He wore a pair of black jeans and a black belt round it on. Your boyfriend’s black hair was neatly styled and it makes him look stylish. He looks handsome in such simple clothes and shapes. It drives you insane to believe he was yours and you were his.

However your boyfriend couldn’t get his eyes off your body wearing that floral yellow dress that fits to your very perfectly body and curves. Even the reveal of your neck and the gentle hairs behind your hair that couldn’t even get up to the bun made his eyes want to pop out the sockets. He was truthfully wanting to tell you that you are looking extra beautiful. But he held his tongue and kept his eyes on you while the mid service was happening.

He deeply comes forward suddenly meeting his lips to your ears as you guys were sitting down already in the church. Everyone listening to the priest ahead reading out a few lines from the Bible. “You look beautiful, Y/n.” You turn to face him slightly surprised to see Doyoung whispering such things to you. Usually your boyfriend is so focused on the verses being said.

But now he was slightly taken aback by your presence. It’s as if he couldn’t move on until he tells you what you need to hear three words: you look beautiful.

You didn’t respond but you clearly acknowledge his compliment which made Doyoung even more lost at the sight of how gorgeous you look to the human eye. At first it was small glances to look at you and now those same thoughts took a wild turn. He starts to imagine all sorts of things about you. What he can do to you.

And it really pains him to think this when he was inside a holy house of the Lord. The church. Doyoung never had this problem before but something awakened inside him today.

You awakened something to him.

‘Maybe I should’ve prayed extra today.’ Doyoung thought because all those dark sinful thoughts directed to you were putting a strain on his own focus. ‘Lord forgive me.’ He pleads to him to give strength to himself.

He was becoming needy for you and you’re not even aware of it because you are focusing up the front and he cannot do that because you’re next to him and your presence itself was suffocating.

The service feels somehow too long. Usually Doyoung would manage to think the service was a decently good length of time to put in the place but today he was growing impatient to leave with you. He had something to deal with. Doyoung couldn’t help but place one hand on top of your thigh. It was such a small simple innocent gesture. You didn’t think much about it. Until that same hand moves an inch closer and closer up your thigh slowly lifting your floral yellow dress. You feel your eyes shake. You didn’t even know your boyfriend had that nerve in him to pull something like that inside a church.

Your head snaps over to your boyfriend who was calm and looking up the front where everyone else was focusing on the things being said. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend was touching you in some ways you cannot comprehend. I mean it’s not like you and Doyoung never done something like this — you guys show enough physical affection when you’re alone. Not inside a church full of faithful believers.

Doyoung feels your hand stop him from going any further. He was very close to touching your inner thighs now and you panicked. “Doyoung what are you doing?” You whisper in a hissing tone. Your voice hissed out a longer syllable of ‘doing’ so he could get the words out right how much you’re shocked.

Doyoung lowly responds glancing at you for a moment. “I can’t help it. You’ve done this to me.”

You did this to him. You make him go absolutely feral when he shouldn’t be and your eyes wander around watching the other people who weren’t noticing you and Doyoung. You somehow feel relieved no one was paying attention to you and your boyfriend currently because otherwise that would’ve been a whole different situation mess.

“Come with me.” Doyoung urges quickly as he stands up bringing his hand into yours. You were dragged at the back of the church. No one questioned where you two were going many people assumed you had to do something important for example a phone call or maybe you both need a fresh air to go outside.

Doyoung however needed something more complicated. You were pushed inside the toilets. They were public and it really makes you anxious when Doyoung’s stranded lips found their way to yours kissing you with so much electricity impulse that your bodies share. You swore you feel your lips move in an instinct reflex. You didn’t even want to kiss him back because at first your thoughts were ‘We can’t be doing this we will get caught.’ But you were so drawn out to the way your boyfriend’s hands magically lift you against the wall pressing the clothes bulge into your inner thighs. And a moan escaped your lips when Doyoung’s skilful tongue was lapping your entire mouth exploring you clean. Head to toe he was roaming his dainty but vein covered fingertips on your body that has him acting this way. Your floral yellow dress fits your body so nicely.

Your boyfriend almost feels bad for undressing you from that dress because you looked so pretty and beautiful today. You look innocent in a way you look completely untouchable. Doyoung couldn’t help but bite on your bottom lip and softly suck on it which only made your mind to become blurry. Your voice comes out with a soft hitching whine.

You murmur as your doe-like eyes open up at your boyfriend pressing your body on the cold bathroom tiles against your back shoulders and the spine. “Doyoung please,” you weren’t even sure what you’re pleading for.

This was your overtaking need to become full of Doyoung speaking this wasn’t even you. Doyoung darkly towers over you naturally because of your significant height differences between you and him. The slender hands press on the tile, one of them did. The other loosely caressed your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your cheek. “What are you pleading for, Y/n? Hm?” He was so condescending. You could melt with the way his deep and low timbering voice sounded.

“Tell me what you want me to do, please what?” Doyoung paused looking down at your face full of flushing red colours. He saw the gradience of your softly pressed face, you even put on a little gently makeup today which makes you look like a soft princess. The redness on your cheeks grows quickly like a disease spreading and Doyoung loved the way it was so gradient on the colour of your skin.

You swore the words coming out of your boyfriend was so out of character but at the same time you loved to see how much you effect him by simply existing. Your mind was a busy conflicting court between the heart and your brain. You want him inside you, No, you to breathe and bathe in him. Your boyfriend was part of your soul but that was not enough for you.

You can’t help but respond in a way leaving your boyfriend stunned in the back of his head. “You know what I want, Doyoung.” You say with an alert and Doyoung chuckles seeing how much your shyness stops you.

“Get on your knees then.” Doyoung demands. It’s okay because he doesn’t need to hear you say anything your face tells him quite enough. Your face grew shades darker when his words touch your face. “I think you look better on your knees, Sweetheart.”He knew exactly what you wanted.

Without a sense of dimension time the black lower clothing jeans unbuckle by the black leather belt drops to the ankles and your eyes long for the sight of his giant bulge in front of you. Your hands were so small compared to his own cock resting against the stomach poking up. He was hard, and you need to fix that for him. Doyoung saw you grab the length with your little fingers and his eyes darken. He wasn’t sure if something inside him snapped or whatever it could be; but he found himself definitely loving how small you are compared to him.

You being watched holding his erected length made you even more nervous knowing you are in a public toilet that anyone could have walked into and they would see you on your knees in front of your boyfriend. Doyoung glares slightly at you, as if he was scolding you. “Y/n you should start using your mouth and stop wasting our time, Hm? Unless you really want people to see how much of a pretty whore you are for me.”

Your stomach could split in half hearing your boyfriend use such degrading terms to you. He wasn’t usually like this. He never refers to you with such name terms but you suppose he was just overwhelmed by you. He wants to destroy you in a way. And somehow you find yourself liking that idea.

Your mouth goes agape shape following Doyoung’s silhouette shape. Doyoung’s length was beautiful you’d have to think he was chiselled by God himself considering every part of him was your favourite part. The length practically screaming to be in your mouth finally reached your tongue. You laid the manhood down and slowly take him in. Doyoung let’s out a soft sigh seeing you work your way very carefully around the shape he provides. You could do this all day if you’re honest.

You enjoy wrapping your tongue around his tip and down the shaft. You like licking him from the downwards and upwards sides. You especially like how each little move you do your mouth captures Doyoung’s meat to throb.

“That’s it…that’s what you should be doing.” Doyoung softly said as his free hand turned forward. He made sure to brush out your hair from your face so he can observe you sucking his long length in your throat.

You couldn’t really handle how long he was sometimes: your mouth has to really stretch and widen out to take him fully. Once you do his length pressed deeper and deeper. You couldn’t help but see Doyoung’s hips suddenly rut forward causing you to be surprised.

“You should let me teach you…” Doyoung trails.

Doyoung wasn’t being nice today and you can’t help but find those rough round the edges actions he does to you to be something new you discovered. Doyoung pushed the pelvis forward causing his entire length to slip inside your mouth entirely forcing your jaw to open more. He coos gently. “Open up darling. I’ll show you how it’s done.” He said to you in a deep dangerous breathy tone.

Doyoung loved seeing you struggle taking him in there was something about the way how small your mouth was and the petite tongue of yours lapping round his cock like ocean waves coming to a shore. Doyoung couldn’t help it. The more broken and innocent you look the more he becomes tougher. He lets a groan gripping one of the tiles on top as you’re on your knees trembling with how forceful his pretty cock was running in and out of your mouth. He was pushing his full on hips and waist forward.

You couldn’t believe it but you feel your gag reflexing working suddenly and Doyoung made sure to muffle your soft gags as he starts to completely ruin your mouth till you become a sloppy saliva mess. He wants to see you drool. He wants to see you cry even. And he wishes to see your mouth become swollen otherwise Doyoung believes he didn’t do a good job fucking you enough the way you like it.

Your eyes clench when Doyoung suddenly makes sure you deep throat him. He changed the channel course and you slowly exhale when Doyoung gave a small opening to have you start deep throating him.

Doyoung pushed the back of your head to enhance it and you let out a moan-full whine. “D-Doyoung…!” You we’re completely taken by a different surprise.

“You have to be quiet alright? I’m starting to believe you want someone to hear us doing such sinful things in the Lord’s house.”

You can’t help but think maybe you do but you shouldn’t let that happen otherwise you won’t live this down. You close your eyes letting now Doyoung face fuck you until you were forming tears into your eyes from how pleasurable it feels to be treated like a different person from your boyfriend.

He runs down his hand to your neck tightly holding it as he feels your throat clench around his cock letting Doyoung to spew out a groan. “Oh god…Y/n… if you keep clenching around me like that…” He wasn’t sure what would happen because he was so full of your mouth around his cock. Each time he slips in and out of your mouth the new warm scorching saliva coats on his shaft.

You close your eyes tighter and clench your throat together as you suck more. There was something about when he’s watching you. He saw your loving eyes stare up at him and he couldn’t help but watch back with such a dangerous dark gaze. You love his brown eyes watching you like that.

He soon noticed your chest panting and your breath starting to become heavy. You were running out of oxygen and your lungs were in need of a new oxygen supply. Doyoung motions you with his dainty beautiful hands on your face. “Calm down.” He calmly tells you to as your teary eyes almost resembling the starry night sky watching him. “Breathe with your nose.” Doyoung said guiding you.

Sometimes he can have the softness side you’re so used to slip out when he was being like this with you. The side you’re used to him made you believe his words and your nose starts to breath in as your mouth works the way down his cock again. He slips out few groans once more when you used your teeth to press on his skin. You weren’t hurting him. Only the flat surface of your teeth managed to flatly touch him.

Doyoung liked the surprisingly new texture of your teeth hitting the edge of his skin and he grabs the tiles that his one arm was grabbing the entire time to support the posture of his leaning body. He ruts once more into your face letting you deal with the impact. You let out a muffled moan.

Doyoung croaks. “I’m so close… if you keep doing this I might not be able to last long.”

You close your eyes tight as you listen to his deep voice telling you in a threatening tone that he will not last much and you can’t help but carry on keeping your pace still and understanding. You push down further and Doyoung bites the bottom lip eyeing your nicely pressed figure on your knees as you’re taking him so well like the good girl you are.

Doyoung was satisfied watching you like this. He was watching every muscle your mouth used to take him. The moment he throbs once more in your mouth, you feel three twitched come out and soon your mouth feels a new sensation and taste on your tongue; the taste you love the most.

Your eyes open in a circular shape orbiting around Doyoung’s black eyes that look like planets to you. He saw that you were surprised by how much he released. Surprisingly it was a lot more than you could imagine.

You grab your thighs together as he filled your mouth full of his load and Doyoung was taking a long minute to recover. He never had any trouble breathing before but you took his breath away and the sight of your full cheeks because he really took over your entire mouth. He loved to see you swallow it so he kneels down grabbing your neck again.

The neck grab forces you to take a look at his face and you see his demanding eyes and smirk watching you.

“Swallow. All. Of. It.”

Your boyfriend told you to swallow and you couldn’t even disagree. You slowly start to swallow every inch of his load and he watches you do it cleanly. He smiles leaning on to your lips to give you a kiss as the taste of him on your tongue made him proud.

“God, I love you Y/n.” He said softly into the longing sharing kiss with you.

In a way he likes seeing you take everything he gives you because you don’t complain.

You murmur against your boyfriend’s lips as he pulls away only a little bit more from your face. “Take me to church again, this was fun.” You smile and Doyoung couldn’t help but feel his cheeks heat up and chuckle with his deep voice.

“Okay, I’ll take you to church with me again.” Doyoung was somehow glad you enjoyed this a lot more than he expected.

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[doderyscoffee]

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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[sweetiesicheng]

doyoung - dinner

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"hi, how can i help you?" you spoke as a guy walked into the restaurant.

"table for one, please," he requested. he pulled the door closed so the cold air wouldn’t continue to go through.

"would you like to sit at a table or at the bar?" you asked him.

"a table," he replied. you nodded and looked down at the tablet screen. you clicked on a table and added a person to it. then, you grabbed a menu from the short stack next to you.

"follow me," you said to the guy with a smile. you started walking away from the host stand with the customer following you. you brought him to a table and placed the menu down on the table while he sat down. "your server will be with you shortly," you said to him.

"thank you," he smiled at you.

you returned to the host stand where one of your co-workers was looking at one of the tablets.

"i just sat someone in your section," you mentioned to your co-worker, taeyong.

"good thing i'm back from my break," he said and looked over into one half of the dining room to look at the customer. "oh, he's your type," he commented.

you glanced over at the customer, "he is, but i bet you that he has a girlfriend."

"if he's here by himself, then he probably doesn't have one," taeyong replied. "i'll go ask him."

"don't do that! you trying to make it obvious?" you quietly scolded him.

"i'm trying to get my best friend a boyfriend," he replied before realizing something, "oh shoot. i never put in someone's dessert order," he said and immediately hurried away to nearby pos system.

you rolled your eyes and shook your head while continuing to work your shift.

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"y/n, make anything today?" one of you co-workers, ten, asked as he slung his arm over your shoulder.

"got my paycheck earlier today," you mentioned. "what are you doing here?" you asked him.

"took mark's shift. starts in a few. are you about to leave?" he asked. you nodded, "i'll walk you to your car, jungwoo already warned me about some of the regulars at the bar," he said.

"okay, thanks," you replied. another co-worker came up to you to take over your spot once they clocked in. you clocked out for the night and grabbed your stuff before you and ten walked out together. "no, you should've heard what they said before sending their food back. i thought they were going to start screaming," you said to ten while he walked you out, explaining a situation from the night before.

"people are ridiculous sometimes," ten replied as you two passed by a few cars to get to yours. "are you getting dinner?" he asked you once you got to your car.

"i'm cooking once i get home. don't worry, not instant food this time," you said, hoping to reassure him.

"okay," he smiled, "see you tuesday," he said and started walking back towards the restaurant.

"bye!" you replied. you opened your bag and started fishing through it to look for your keys. "where are they?" you mumbled out loud as you went through your bag.

"excuse me?"

you almost jumped out of your skin when you heard someone speak near you. you looked and saw the cute guy who came to eat at the restaurant.

"i'm sorry. i scared you, didn't i?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned since he scared you.

you gave a bit of a smile to him and awkwardly laughed, "yea, just a bit," you said to him.

"uh, your friend, the guy who was my waiter, he gave me your number," he mentioned.

you froze for a second, processing what he had just said. "i- taeyong gave you my phone number?" you asked.

he nodded in confirmation, "he did, but i figured i should be the one giving it to you," he said and held his hand out with something in between his fingers.

you took the item and realized that it was his receipt for tonight.

"flip it to the back," he instructed and you did so. on the back of the receipt was a message and a phone number.

-

i don't have a girlfriend

-kim doyoung

XXX-XXX-XXXX

-

"hope to see you soon," the guy said. you looked up at him and saw him smile at you before turning around and walking away from you, presumably heading to his own car.

you kept smiling as you managed to find your car keys in your bag. you unlocked your car and got inside, putting your bag in the passenger seat.

you grabbed your phone from your bag in order to text two people. the first one being to taeyong in order to thank him, and the second text to doyoung, in hopes that you would see him sooner rather than later.

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[nervouscitytmblr]

dotae <3 dom top doyoung, sub bottom taeyong

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Taeyong didn't know. He realized something, though, and blurted out, "Fuck, Doyoung, you're gonna breed me?"

Doyoung laughed. He urged Taeyong to stand, and the shifting hurt a tiny bit, but Taeyong loved the feeling of Doyoung's chest against his back.

"I'm sorry, baby, I forgot." Doyoung said. "But you like getting messy, I know you do."

Taeyong tilted his head onto Doyoung's shoulder and his eyes fluttered closed. He flinched, ticklish,  when Doyoung's fingers ghosted over his neck, then his tummy, next wrapping his hand around Taeyong's leaking cock. Taeyong moaned just at that.

"Want me to put one on?" Doyoung whispered in Taeyong's ear. Taeyong cared about condoms, but he didn't get upset if one was ever forgotten. They all get tested regularly. Doyoung was right, anyway. He liked getting messy.

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[sassy-author]

9.11 p.m.

« Why are you so upset? » Doyoung asked with a solemn sigh as he readjusted his posture on the couch to look at you.

 Avoiding his intense gaze like the plague, you said « I am not upset. Do you want some tea?»

 « No no, stop avoiding this conversation. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder since last night. »

 Last night… maybe if Doyoung was not so set on perceiving why you were giving him the cold shoulder, he would have noticed the huge bags under your eyes, the visibly paler complexion that you wore or simply how your demeanour bore witness to how tired you really were.

 « I don’t want to talk about it really. Anyway, I’m really not upset. » you exclaimed quickly, getting up to saunter towards the open kitchen area of your apartment.

 But Doyoung was quick to grab your wrist, pulling you back down next to him. His grip was loose, but the warmth that his hand exuded was enough to make you comply.

 « Fine, you might not be upset. But something is clearly odd » He insisted, frustrated with this tensed atmosphere and palpable cold ambiance.

 « I am not upset at you, rest assured, if that’s what’s bothering you. »

 Doyoung was clearly offended, did you really think that little of him. He was worried about you, genuinely. This was not some bruised-ego question.

 « Fine be this way. Find me when you are ready to talk about it. » He exclaimed. Getting up from his seat as he grabbed his trench coat in one single movement.

 Once he was out the door, you finally let out the cough which had been threatening at your throat ever since the gold band tight to his ring finger reflected against his fair complexion the moment he had barged back into your place.

 Staring solemnly at the bright yellow Marigold petal that lay in your hand, a faint smile found your lips at the irony of its meaning. Happiness was bound your way if you were to believe in this flower’s meaning. Yet, all you could see is your world fall apart, Doyoung was now engaged and there was no way in which you’d stand in the way of his happiness.

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[nctstar]

Hello! I saw that your requests are opened. Can you please write something or a smut with Doyoung siren? It sounds so incredible in the beginning of golden age 🤯

hi! I know this is SOO late but I'm still getting used to this whole request thing...hopefully will be much better at it next year :) anyway, I think it's probably different to what you envisioned but it does involve siren Doyoung so :D

the girl of the Surface

I leant over to kiss Doyoung on the cheek. Sure enough, the skin on his face felt wet against my lips, and he tasted like salt. When I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed deep orange.

“May I see you again, Doyoung.” I walked away after that, not knowing this was the start of an endless story, a loop, if you will.

pairing: siren!doyoung x fem!reader

other members: the 127 members :)

word count: 3k

genre: low fantasy, smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! yes the sexual content is between sirens and humans so if that makes you uncomfy then don't read, penetrative sex, riding, kissing, fingering, profanity (use of the f word mainly)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. I'm also not a siren expert so feel free to educate me kindly if I'm wrong about certain things - I did do some research for this but there's obviously a lot out there on stuff like this

a/n: honestly i'm a bit iffy about the quality of this - I feel like it's not my best writing but I'm still eager to get this out bc I feel like it's intriguing at the least. I feel like subconsciously I adapt my writing style to suit whoever I'm reading rn - and rn I'm reading the starless sea so I tried to be more whimsical - but reading back on this I don't think I can pull off this style like queen erin morgenstern can so...anyway it's a work in progress :D also completely forget about golden age oops

also let's just say the jungwoo alien fic walked so this one could run lmao

Every day, Doyoung sneaked away to meet the girl of the Surface.

That’s what everyone else called her, like she owned the place. Nobody knew her name, voice, what she wore or even what she carried. The outlines of her face and body were always blurry, just out of focus.

He wasn’t supposed to go see her. Not on the first day, and definitely not on the days after that.

Doyoung mainly spent most of his days cooped up in his bedroom, nose buried in the pages of a book, words swimming around in his head at all hours of the day. While his siblings rushed here and there, tails flapping and knocking knick-knacks off the makeshift shelves he had built, gossiping about the latest happenings at the market, he travelled the world in his head. Not just the one below, but above the Surface.

Many nights were spent awake, wondering, what is so bad about the Surface?

One night, way before he had ventured above and first laid eyes on her, excited shouts had awoken him from a floaty slumber, and he swam out of his house to find the body of a human male falling through the water, his white shirt billowing out of his body, one shoe coming off his feet, threatening to be lost in the depths of the water.

His brother, Jaehyun, nudged him. “Hey.”

He nodded, acknowledging his presence, but his eyes never left that shoe, not until it fell off completely and started to float away. At the same time, he watched the water around the body stain red, spreading quickly like he imagined paint would on canvas. Above the Surface, of course.

“You think this is how it is above the Surface?”

“Like what?” His brother was eating already. Not the human – well, not yet, anyway.

“Do they also feed on-“

“Hey! Doyoung! Get over here. We need more sirens.”

∞

The day after that, Doyoung and Jaehyun were initiated and sent up for the very first time.

“Hyung, how are you moving so easily with these things?” Jaehyun rubbed his sides in annoyance, wincing when his fingers met the quickly hardening ridges of fins. “I can’t believe I’m going to have this for the rest of my life.”

Doyoung was quiet, the swish-swish of his body travelling upwards, closer towards the Surface. His thoughts were flooded, the voices of the other sirens refusing to settle in his brain. Do not rise above the Surface.

But the people in the books, with their dances and songs – different to the ones he knew. Songs that inspired, that brought peace, that declared love.

Not songs that represented betrayal, violent ends for the ones who dared to stop and listen.

 Would he be able to hear those songs?

“It’ll be fun. You know,” He caught up to Doyoung now, arms brushing as they swam in sync. “the others said you can have fun with them before the song ends.”

Doyoung looked at his younger brother, whose eyes were glinting with something akin to pride, or mischief. “What kind of fun?”

Jaehyun smiled at him. “Remember that time Johnny-hyung made that huge thing crash, and it had hundreds of humans on it? Well, he said he had a lot of fun that day.”

“It’s called a ship.” Doyoung looked ahead as the water began to lighten, signalling their arrival. “Those huge things are ships.”

“Okay…” He trailed off, frowning slightly before getting distracted by his new fins again, now fully hard and sharp enough to cut the skin of his hands if he pressed down too hard. “Anyway, we can always hope for people on the shore too. In fact, they say there’s a human who lives on the shore of the land nearby.”

“What land?” Doyoung watched the rays of the light source above, the sun as the humans called it, let beams of light strike through the water.  They moved on their own accord, freely, like how he pictured the legs of the dancers as they moved to music above the Surface.

“Hyung it’s called an island, actually.” Jaehyun smirked, teasingly flicking his tail against Doyoung. The pressure of the fins in his sides started to push into his chest, making him feel a little lightheaded. A human…on an island? Above the Surface?

“Yeah, well, it’s kind of a legend. Like, legend has it she exists, but she never responds to a siren’s call.”

Something turned in Doyoung’s stomach. “She doesn’t…” he whispered, looking down, thoughts plaguing him.

“Yeah. They tried everything, but…not a single time did she even step closer, or indicate she was affected by the call. Hyung, they even,” Jaehyun grabbed Doyoung’s arm, letting his body float around to face him. “rose above the Surface. A siren-hyung was desperate. And then-“

“And then what?”

“He was never seen again.” For a moment it was silent, Jaehyun’s eyes staring unblinking into his own. Then, his torso erupted in fits of laughter, the fins in his sides uncomfortably moulded to his shaking body. “I can’t believe you fell for that, Hyung.” Doyoung sighed, shrugging off the arms of his younger brother. Above him, the sun burned ferociously, the water lining the edge of the Surface getting lighter.

∞

I had no idea I would meet Doyoung that day at the shore.

I was expecting a stretch of time with nothing to keep me company but the sounds of the rushing waves and the mess of my own thoughts. But alas, the figure became clearer as I walked barefoot across the sands.

Stopping in my tracks, wanting desperately to have some sort of weapon handy instead of a hefty book (though, a book could easily become a weapon if you try hard enough), I called out, chest feeling tight all of a sudden. “Who are you?”

The man was naked excepting the wrap of brown fabric around his hips, and my eyes ran across the weird lines on the sides of his toned chest. He was completely dry.

He didn’t move, and, I couldn’t see his face yet, so it was a surprise to hear his voice for the first time. Not only because I didn’t expect him to speak, but because his voice came as a deep, sonorous sound right into my ears, as if I had earbuds in and had just hit play.

“My name is Doyoung. I’m a siren.”

I should have turned away immediately, ignored him, or even stayed in place, waiting for him to leave. But instead, I did the worst thing you could ever do in such a situation.

In storybooks, sirens use songs that capture you, much like a physical trap, until you’re so far deep you fail to comprehend what you got yourself into. Yet, Doyoung was silent after he finished speaking, after admitting the sin of his existence.

“Are you serious?” The feeling of his chest was rubbery and wet underneath my fingers, despite him looking completely dry. “How is this-“

“Why did you come to me?”

I looked up at his face. He was handsome, but not in the mysterious way that you would expect a mythical creature. Redness and scars peppered across his skin, eyes furrowed in human-like confusion, legs as long as sundown stretched for on this island. His hair was messy, lips tinted red, parted slightly as if he was really breathing. My hands ached to touch his face, but I held back, not wanting to fondle this random…male specimen I had literally just met any longer.

“You’re the girl of the Surface. Like in the stories.”

You squinted, the sun beating down mercilessly between your bare shoulder blades. Getting nervous ay once under his intense gaze, I toyed with the shell necklace around my neck, averting his gaze. “Um, thanks, I guess. But I’m just, well, I’m _.”

“Legend has it siren calls don’t work on you.” Doyoung kept speaking like a narrator in an old timey film, stating facts rather than working to keep a real conversation going. “You look really blurry all the time, but you seem to take on the form of a human female. A young adult one. In all the decades you’ve been here, no one has been able to take you to the seas. You’re an enigma. No one can figure you out.”

I paused, my brain refusing to accept any of this information, but my heart warmed with something gentle and forgiving. I leant over to kiss Doyoung on the cheek. Sure enough, the skin on his face felt wet against my lips, and he tasted like salt. When I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed deep orange.

“May I see you again, Doyoung.” I walked away after that, not knowing this was the start of an endless story, a loop, if you will.

∞

Days and days and days later, I lay down on the sand with Doyoung for the first time.

He lay on top of me, and I hooked one arm around his neck, pulling his face near mine so he could kiss me. He did not. Instead, he rocked his hips against mine, and I felt his hard-on against my clothed core, making me whine. Pieces of sand travelled through strands of my hair, settling on my scalp.

Was this wrong?

He sank his teeth into my teeth, making me shake under him. Iron grip around my wrist and arm, he sucked and nipped the skin of my neck, and I cried out in pleasure. “Oh my god, don’t stop, p-please.” He groaned, his nose nestled into the crook of my neck. Letting go of one of my hands, he brought one between my legs, both of us working together to shrug off my bikini bottoms. Fingers nestled inside me all in one go with no warning, I felt the length of his fingers push against my sensitive walls. I bucked my hips upwards, involuntarily letting him travel knuckle deep inside me. When I climaxed, I dug my teeth into the salty skin of his neck. His eyes were closed the entire time.

“Is this wrong?” Ironically, even as he paused, his hard-on pressed urgently against me, as if answering for me. I shook my head, wanting to feel him inside me, wanting no more than to let my mind and body turn into jelly, to be overwhelmed by sensations akin to ones that made my world shake. I kissed him deeply, fingers digging into his scalp. Despite being so obviously turned on, and proceeding to fuck me at inhumane speeds for the next hour, Doyoung didn’t make a single noise the entire time after that.

∞

You couldn’t stop reading, even as the clock on your bedside shone angrily. Beside you, your husband groaned. “Babe.” One hand was slung messily across his eyes, the sheets revealing a slip of stomach and leg as he shuffled, half asleep. “You’re not reading your diary again, are you?”

“Doie, it’s just so cute. I love reading how we met. And what we did.” You brought your face closer to Doyoung’s, his eyes now sharper, even in the dim lights of your shared bedroom. You made sure the moonlight hit the curve of your hips and ass as you moved to kneel next to him. From his lips to the skin of his face and torso, you watched his body breathe sleepily. So beautiful, you thought.

It had been five years since that day he had crawled out of the water and met you.

Now you were, as Doyoung would say, living life above the Surface, like commoners in a children’s story about witches or pirates. People who fell in love, got married, had babies, then lay to rest on Earth forever.

By some magic, Doyoung was no longer a siren.

But the thought that he might still be one, might still accidentally have trapped you all these years, haunt him.

As you felt Doyoung’s length fully sheath inside you, you frowned, moans spilling senselessly out of your mouth as you rode him. You knew him so well, physically, and emotionally. Leaning over, you kissed him over and over again, the sounds of your hips hitting his pelvis becoming louder as you tried to reach your high. “Shhh…baby…you’re perfect. ” A lone tear slid down his face as he stared into your eyes, as if they were endless voids and not the eyes of his beloved wife. He began to whimper, and the sound of him shaking as he came made you reach your high too, slumping over him as you heaved. “Fuck yes.” You noisily kissed him as your hips began to bounce again, making him throw his head back and moan loudly.

“H-how can this be real?” The ceiling was warping into swirls, and the air was getting hotter. The weight of your thighs that pressed against the sides of his hips were beginning to fade away, and he felt paralysed. Distant voices wafted into the room, as if a filter was suddenly being lifted. Someone shouting his name. He pressed his eyes closed, tight, his hips stuttering as he came down from his second high.

You were gone. But for some reason, he could still feel the smooth surface of the shell that hung from your neck tickle against his neck, as if you were still there on top of him.

“HYUNG!”

His eyes snapped open. He felt a rush of air. Someone sighing, their blurry figure materialising as he came to. “Fuck, you scared us!”

The sun bore down on his face, and Doyoung felt his skin burning under its unforgiving rays. Despite the ache that yelled angrily through his entire body, he sat up, now faced with the rest of his members. Taeyong squatted next to him, holding a cold waterbottle, droplets riding down the outside surface. “Here. Drink this.”

Johnny’s broad figure towered above him, still hazy, but as his face got closer, his voice became clearer. “Where did she go?”

Doyoung frowned, and Johnny matched his expression. Everyone was silent, Doyoung shakily responding. “What are you talking about?” Taeyong tapped him, bringing the bottle closer to his lips.

As the ice-cold liquid rushed down to his stomach, Doyoung was awash with a new sense of clarity. He physically shuddered, as hidden memories of the past five years came to light. His face dropped, his eyes filled with horror. “W-where is she? The girl?”

“As I said, she left after she saw me. It was strange…” Johnny paused, and then pressed his lips together, looking down. The others were silent, and Doyoung whipped his head to all of them. They were all holding back. “What is it?”

Taeyong rested one hand on Doyoung’s bare shoulder, making him flinch. Nodding apologetically, he continued. “She looked vastly different to all of us.”

Jaehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure this is all an elaborate prank, Hyung. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Hyung.” The maknae spoke, looking genuinely scared. Yuta patted him gently, as if silently agreeing with his next words. “Jaehyun-hyung saw Taeyong-hyung.”

“I wasn’t there, I swear.” Taeyong lifted both his hands up, his eyes watery and confused. “I swear to you guys.”

“Well, I saw Sarah. From my high school.”

“The girl that you lo-“ Doyoung stopped. Icicles formed in his stomach, the realisation making him sick. “Oh my god.”

“I saw Lavender, Doyoung.” He didn’t need that confirmation, but Taeyong’s voice was shaky now. “I saw her, clear as day. But…there was something off about her. I know this sounds crazy, but, she…she didn’t seem like herself.”

“But…whoever we saw,” Jaehyun still seemed skeptical, side-eyeing Johnny. “They all ran away after the first glance.”

Taeyong’s face was reddened by the harsh sun as Doyoung sat frozen in shock.

“Did she – or he – leave anything behind?”

As the words left his mouth, Doyoung’s hands were already inside the pocket of his pants. He let his fingers run over the shell in his pocket as the rest of the boys muttered their answers.

The words were becoming background noise, his thoughts all-encompassing, consuming him like water on a cold swim. He stood up, much to the surprise of the others. “I’m fine, guys. Meet you at the car? I’ll just be a few minutes.”

He would’ve found another way, even if his members hadn’t reluctantly left him that day at the beach. After all, you had left the necklace in his pocket for a reason. You loved him. You weren’t tricking him. You let him live because you loved him.

“Welcome home, baby.”

Right?

∞

To you, the stories had always fascinated you. The people of the Surface, with their friendly songs and parties, and stupid, blind trust in things that looked like them.

Especially things that looked like desirable women.

It quickly became your life’s mission to have as many as you could, not to share, never…to share. No, this was all for yourself. Nobody else got the Surface like you did. Nobody could scan and hunt on dry land like you did. You were always one step ahead, always planning your next move. In fact, the cute little maknae on the beach today was next on your radar.

But Doyoung…Doyoung was so much fun.

And what is it that they always said?

Oh right.

You’re allowed to have a little bit of fun…until the song ends, of course.

The song was almost over for Doyoung. Despite everything, you were starting to feel…bad, something you had read about in human books. Guilt. You wanted to give him a chance, a chance to walk away, because he honestly seemed like a good human. But obviously, he liked you too much to forget so easily.

You forgot that humans could be naïve like that.

At least you tried. Now, as the sun set on the horizon, it was almost time to head home. You were quickly getting bored, and tired of singing for the day.

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[cherrygyusworld]

When I’m In Seoul (pt. 1) (k.dy, n.jm)

cherrygyusworld

please don’t copy or rewrite/post as your own. none of the following images are mine; copyright goes to owner! if you’d like to take this idea and use it, that’s fine, but I’d ask that you don’t make the scenario exactly the same and use a different layout. enjoy!

summary | you finally get the chance to escape from a hellish life with your grandparents. however, everything goes wrong from the moment you start to travel by yourself, and you end up stranded in a sketchy neighborhood with no one to protect you. that is, until you meet a handsome young man who saves you just in the nick of time. 

category | nonidol!au, angst, sad, fluff, lovetriangle!au, college!au

warnings | mentions of ab*se, bl**d, very slight suspense, nearly k*dnapping, curse words

word count | 2432

pairing | kdy x fem reader, njm x fem reader

i’m sorry, but the end is slightly rushed for this chapter. i just ran out of ideas to end this chapter with, but i promise the next will be better! enjoy!

You had never imagined yourself to be sitting on an old, wet bench at one o' clock when you first stepped foot in Seoul.

Yet that was exactly where you were; soaked from head to toe, shivering, and waiting desperately for the next bus to arrive. In one numb hand, you clutched onto a fragile ticket, which was already ripping from the rain. You couldn't stop shaking, even thought it was the middle of summer. You had definitely not been prepared, so you only wore a thin cotton shirt with jeans.

It all started when you received an acceptance letter from Yonsei University. You couldn't have been happier. Your life had been complete hell the past few weeks; when you were fifteen, your parents had died in a fire along with your sister, your home, your everything. You had been sent to Korea to live with your grandparents, who had always been kind to you. What you weren't expecting, though, was for them to treat you like filth. Every passing day was torture for you. Your grandfather hated you because you lived and his daughter, your mother, didn't. Your grandmother hated you because, in her paranoid mind, you killed your family. You weren't allowed to hang out, get an allowance, or have a meal with the family while you stayed. During the worst days, both your grandparents would physically abuse you.

Because of the neglectance, you had quickly learned to fend for yourself in the cruel world. You got a job at a nearby market, barely managing to cope with the creepy stares from old men and very convincing scam deals. It paid barely the minimum wage, but it was enough for you. You had always been a careful person, so everything you earned went to savings. You were able to get free food during your shifts, and part of the money was used for tuition. Everything else was collected and stored safely at the bank. Thankfully, you had already had an account there that your grandparents didn't know about, so all you had to do was deposit the money.

After your family's death, all you did was work and study. You had a few friends at school, but you didn't consider them close. In fact, you had closed off almost everyone when you arrived in Seoul. You didn't want to love and lose ever again. You were still a kind, friendly person, but you didn't let anyone get close enough to unlock your heart.

The only person you truly considered a friend was Heejin, who was a few years older than you. She was the first person who warmly welcomed you to Korea and got you the job at the mart. The two of you quickly became close, and you began to trust her more than anyone else in the world.

When you got your acceptance letter, Heejin was thrilled. She immediately invited you to the Lee Boarding House, the hostel she was currently staying at while she attended Seoul University. "Oh, y/n. You'll love it here. All the kids are so nice and kind... oh, you'll just love it!" She squealed. You had to stifle a smile on the other side of the phone.

"Of course I'll go. I promise." You said, but couldn't help but wonder how you would break the news to your grandparents.

Turns out, you didn't. You left the night before, too nervous and excited to say anything. You left a small note on the kitchen counter, saying your thanks and wishing them your best. And when the little melodic ring vibrated after you closed the keypad, you finally felt relaxed for the first time.

Of course, things didn't go as well as you'd planned. It never did. You ended up missing your first train, riding the wrong bus, and falling asleep and getting off on the wrong stop. And so here you were, drenched in the pouring rain, cold, hungry, and slightly frightened. You'd called Heejin an hour ago, but she was still having trouble finding you. The last time you'd called was ten minutes ago, and she'd gotten an idea of where you were. You felt bad; she'd had to take her own car and drive out at midnight to try to find you.

"Hey there, young lady." A rasping voice caught your attention, and you jumped as a young man in his twenties walked up to you and sat down too close for your comfort. You shuffled slightly away, but he just closed up the space between the two of you every time you moved.

"W-what do you want?" You asked, wishing your voice sounded older and more mature. Right now, you sounded frightened and squeaky.

The man let out a toothy grin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just want to talk, you know?" He stank of alcohol and smoke. You tried to ignore him, but it was hard when he moved even closer, almost to the point where your shoulders were touching. Unfortunately, you were used to this behavior, but it had never gotten too out of hand. You looked around desperately, hoping that Heejin was nearby.

"Why won't you talk to me?" He asked, still smirking. You stood up and took your bags, looking for somewhere to walk to. Heejin had told you not to move, but there wasn't another option now.

"Hey!" The man yelled when you started walking in the other direction. He immediately jumped up and grabbed your wrist. Letting out a shriek, you tried to fling him away, but his hold was too strong.

"Let go of me!" You screeched, trying to tug your arm out of his embrace. But he pulled back, and you nearly collapsed on top of him. At this point, you were so frightened that you were nearly to the point of tears. He was too strong, and there was no way anyone would be able to hear you in this sketchy neighborhood. Still, you let out a strong scream, crying for help.

"She told you to let go." Another male voice said quietly. Startled, both you and the man grabbing your wrists looked up to see a lean figure towering over. He stepped into the light, and you couldn't help but admire his beauty. His straight black hair, pale skin, and almond eyes glanced down at you for a second before offering a hand to help you up. You latched on, only to be pushed back down by the first man.

"Oh no you don't. You're coming with me." He snarled, and you screamed as he dragged you along the pavement.

"She said to let go!" The second man said again, this time much stronger and louder. He grabbed your free hand tightly and hoisted you up, then slapped away the dirty hand that was still sticking to you. The man let out an angry breath.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch. I don't know who you are and what you're trying to do, but this young lady and I were having a nice conversation. I was just gonna take her someplace nicer to spend the night." He spat.

"Oh, really? I don't think that she would scream for help and be dragged away if that was the case." The lean man calmly spoke back. "I suggest you get lost, sir, before I call the cops on  you."

The other man narrowed his eyes at him. "You think you're all so mighty, don't you? Living in that dream with all the other stuck-up boarding house kids. Well I'll tell you what, you are despised. Hated. By all the other poorer fellows like me who can't afford that dream. Keep that in mind. We're not all like you and your gang." He spat in his face one last time, glared at you, and turned away to limp back into the shadows.

It took a while for you to notice that you were shivering again, and bleeding. The man beside you slowly let go of your hand, then turned so you were facing him. "Hey, you okay?" He asked gently. You tried to talk, but found it hard. "I-I-"

"It's okay. Here, I'll take you back to my dorm. We can get that elbow bandaged and make a cup of tea for you. Does that sound alright?"

You nodded, not really knowing what else to say. You let him take your shoulders and guide you to the left.

He didn't have any other mode of transportation, so the two of you walked in silence for nearly an hour before you approached a tall, lively house. Little garden gnomes were handmade and painted outside, along with other little trinkets like pinwheels. The garden was absolutely gorgeous, full of flowers and even a vegetable garden in the back. There was a sign hanging over the entrance, but it was too dark to see. Gently, the man next to you took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, all without leaving his other hand from your shoulders. It was a comforting touch, and you were grateful. You hadn't been treated like this in a while.

You were surprised to see that the lights were completely on. It was around 2 am, so you'd expected everyone else in his dorm to be asleep. That was, until you saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps, head in her hands until she looked up. The two of you made eye contact, shocked.

"Heejin?" You gasped, astounded, at the same time that she screamed, "Y/n!" Heejin leaped up and hugged you, fussing over everything.

"OHMYGOD YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" She screamed again. "I can't-what-how-how did you even get here?" She shook her head. "Never mind that. Why the fuck are you bleeding? What happened to you? OH MY GOD. What is happening?" She turned her head behind her and yelled, "JENO, CALL JAEM AND HYUCK AND TELL THEM TO STOP THE SEARCH!"

"I-uh," you tried to respond. "I'm just... I don't know how to feel."

"I'll tell you later, Heejin."

You'd almost forgotten that the other man was standing right next to you. Apparently, Heejin had too.

"Whoa, Doyoung's home?" She raised an eyebrow. "This is shocking. And you found y/n too?"

You blinked, still slow and confused. "D-doyoung?" You turned to him. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm y/n."

Doyoung chuckled and held out a hand. "I figured. I'm Kim Doyoung. I guess you're the new girl Heejin invited to stay with us."

You let out a small smile. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for... everything."

He returned your smile. "Anytime."

Heejin was exchanging looks between you and Doyoung, obviously confused. She decided not to question it, and instead hooked your arm with hers. "Okay, I'll ask later. Come on, y/n. We've gotta get that wound cleaned up."

As she tidied you up, she explained everything. How her car had broken down in the middle of a street, so two other boys named Jaemin and Haechan had to take their cars and go searching for you. She also introduced you to the others in the house; Jeno, whose parents ran the boarding house; Jaemin, who was Jeno's best friend; Haechan and his girlfriend, Yuna, who were family friends; Mark, who was an exchange student from Canada. They all seemed like nice people, but you were only curious about one person.

"What about Doyoung? Who's he?" You asked.

"Oh, Doyoung." Heejin shrugged. "He's like... the financial supporter of the house, you could say. He invests money for Jeno's parents, lives here, that shit. Hella cold, I'll tell you that. He's not here a lot of the time, mostly because he likes to go club or fuck or study. Either one of those three."

"Oh." You said. That was all you had to say. It was definitely not the first impression that you'd been given of him.

"Here, y/n." Jaemin came into Heejin's room with a knock, holding a large mug of tea. "Doyoung hyung told me what happened. I hope you're okay."

Heejin whipped her head around to you. "Oh yes, you still haven't told me about anything that happened. How, why, what? Spill."

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After you explained the whole story, Heejin sat there, bug-eyed. "You idiot! How could you do that? I specifically told you not to wander. What would've happened if Doyoung hadn't been there?"

She ranted on for hours until Jaemin calmed her down. It took a lot of convincing, but Jaemin managed to get Heejin to lead you to your room and leave you alone. After she left, he closed the door and let out a small smile and laugh.

"She's a lot to handle, isn't she?" He said, coming over to sit at your desk.

"That's what makes her Heejin, though. I wouldn't change her for anything." You replied, settling down on the bed. Talking with Jaemin was easy. The words just came naturally, and he understood everything without you needing to say it out loud.

"For sure." He agreed, rubbing his knuckles. In the short amount of time, you'd noticed that he did that a lot. It was a cute habit.

"Hey, if you want, you should come with us to the beach tomorrow. It's nice and relaxing, and barely any people know about this section that we go to. Hell, even Doyoung's going." He took out his phone and showed you a picture. It was stunning, but what shocked you more was the quality of the photo.

"Did you take this yourself?" You asked, amazed. The picture was crystal clear and captured all the perfect parts.

Jaemin turned bright red. "I'm really into photography. That's what I'm majoring in, too."

You grinned. "It's beautiful. You should show me some tips when we go to the beach tomorrow."

Jaemin widened his eyes. "So you're going with us?"

You nodded. Honestly, the answer had been clear since the invitation. You loved the beach, but you barely had any time to go. The last time you'd gone was a few years ago for your cousin's wedding, and you'd only been allowed on the shore.

"I love the beach." You confessed. "It's just so relaxing, you know? And it's best when there's no people. It's warm, quiet, beautiful, mesmerizing."

Jaemin nodded. "You'll love this place." He said, taking his phone and standing up to give you time to rest. "I promise."

You smiled. "It was nice meeting you, Jaemin. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

He smiled awkwardly, and opened the door. "Tomorrow." He agreed, and left you alone in the warmth of your room.

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[jinisnuggets]

Thanks to the anon who rquested the doyoung smut 🥵🥵🥵 and thankyou for writing it 💖💕💗💜💖🖤❤️ now I can never get enough of doyoung Arggghh!!! can you make another one for doyoung but this time he's the dom 😩

𝑨 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.⁵ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ, ᵘⁿᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ, ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᵉⁿᵈˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶜˡⁱᶠᶠ ʰᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ..?

ᴬ/ᴺ: ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ, ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ 🙏

You were at dinner with your boyfriend Doyoung, it was a special occasion since it was your 4th anniversary as a couple and you were glad that you both had made it so far since the beginning.

“Cheers!” You both said at the same time as you took a sip of the wine that intertwined in your fingers. Neither of you were big drinkers, but tonight was an exception and you figured one glass wouldn't hurt.

“Four years huh?” you muttered, leaning against the table with the wine in your grip, your long black dress brushing against the floor as he responded.

“Crazy how fast time flies. It feels like just yesterday since I was looking at you from afar and only ever had fantasies of dating you.” He chuckled a bit, recalling the old times, rolling your eyes, you slightly hit his leg with your heel as he let out a dramatic cry.

“That did not hurt!”

“It did a little!”

“I barely hit you!?”

At that point he was just teasing you. Every anniversary he took you out to a fancy dinner date, making you go in search of a brand new dress every year upon the mention of it. You loved seeing Doyoung wear a suit, looking tidy and professional, it was one of your favorite sights and made you think of Doyoung as something more than just your boyfriend.

And sometimes, it felt that way too…

So when you left the restaurant and walked over to the familiar car in the parking lot, you only thought of Doyoung as something more like your husband, although you both were still young it felt about right to refer to him with that title rather than boyfriend.

“I'm full-” Doyoung muttered, letting out a sigh after buckling his seatbelt and leaning back on his chair.

“Me too, I think we ate too much…” you chuckled, too tired to reach out to find your own seatbelt. Silence filled the car until he ultimately came near the steering wheel and turned on the air conditioner, you picked at your belt until you heard the familiar click.

“Do you wanna stop by a lookout before I drop you off? I think it'd be nice to catch up a bit before heading home.” He asked you, looking at you with the most heartwarming smile despite the darkness of the barely illuminating moon. “I think that'd be nice, to get to know some new sides of you that you possibly haven't shown me yet.” you smiled back, before glancing back at the window and leaning against the shoulder rest.

“I don't think there's anything you haven't seen of me.” Doyoung replied, taking his view away from you and looking upfront to the road.

“There must be something, I wanna get to know a new Doyoung tonight, I think you could show me one.”

He stayed silent, unsure of what to respond with, he didn't know whether your sentence had some sort of suggestiveness or whether it was a fully innocent comment, nevertheless, he only had one thing in mind, one singular side of himself that he couldn't recall ever showing you.

And well… maybe tonight would be the day he'd meet a new side to himself as well.

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You arrived at the empty sight and kept yourself awake, slowly drooping your head over to the side before picking it up again.

“Hey, you said you wanted to see a new side of me, don't fall asleep now.” Doyoung teased, you heard the driver side door open, it was when you finally lifted your head and turned to face Doyoung’s side of the car, noticing him open the back seat door before sitting down.

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Come, I think it'd be better to talk like this, we'd be more comfortable along with being more available to physical touch.”

He was right, you didn't wanna fall asleep on the day that was supposed to be special for the both of you, so you opened the passenger side door and brought yourself to the back, sitting down next to your boyfriend who rushed you into a hug.

“What was that for..?” You giggle lightly, not trying to make so much noise in the quiet setting, the low music playing in the background really helped set the tone, quiet, and relaxed music was perfect for something like this, not to mention the beautiful scenery.

“Just wanted to hug you.” He responded.

You nodded and hugged him back, feeling his arm tug on your dress strap lightly, enough to make it slide off your shoulder and onto your arm.

“I'm sorry for keeping you for so long, you probably wanna get home and take off this dress. I bet it's uncomfortable.”

“I can always make time for you.” You sighed, responding to his comment. You truthfully enjoyed every moment you got to spend with Doyoung, so despite the tight dress somewhat cutting your oxygen levels, you wanted to make sure that he knew you didn't mind spending more time with him and to not feel guilty.

And you weren't sure if he got the message… or got it the wrong way.

Both of your dress straps slipped off of your shoulders, replaced by the feeling of two hands rubbing against your back and pulling you closer.

Before you knew it you were sitting on his lap, the familiar lips that normally made contact with your own now sucking onto your right collarbone. Doyoung transferred messages and signals through those few seconds that his lips came in contact with your body, however you weren't sure if you read his messages correctly or if you were just fantasizing.

Because the only sentence you received were those seven words, followed by the next seven words, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he muttered-

“I want more than what we have.”

Groans escaped from your mouth as he passionately kissed you, more aggressive than you were used to, your eyes were shut as you felt your dress be lifted and expose your undergarments, he rubbed you, massaged and made sure to make you feel good.

“And you're gonna give it to me…”

“Doyoung - calm down please, I didn't mean this when I said I wanted to see another side of you..! Isn't this too fast?”

“I've waited four years Y/n…”

He silenced you with another kiss, biting your bottom lip and beginning to ask for your permission to enter. You granted it but he quickly overpowered you with his tongue, making you let out a cycle of moans.

“So wet for me already, keep doing that and I'll make you feel better.”

“Doyoung… let's not do this please-”

“Come on Y/n- you know you want this just as much as I do…”

His hand traveled under your undergarment, beginning to finger you, opening you up more and making room for himself.

“Doyoung - if we're gonna do this, at least expose yourself to me too… this is unfair and embarrassing..”

“Patience, love.. patience…”

It was a funny statement, how could you be patient in a situation like this? How could you be calm in this situation when every little move he pulled on you just made you wetter than you already were, and it was quite humiliating.

Your back touched the bottom of the cushion, as he slowly topped you. His features came into light as the moon reflected its light onto his face… that pure stare that you used to look at and think as innocent, you couldn't believe someone like Doyoung had been fantasizing about something like this for as long as four years.

His fingers rubbed against you as your zipper slowly came undone, back becoming exposed and sleeves rolling off your arms.

It was truly relieving to have the dress off, you had been so focused on looking good for the date that you forgot about the basic rules, you let out a breath of relief, feeling better upon the feeling of the fabric lifting up from your skin and sliding off your body.

“You don't need to wear these things to look pretty… you already are gorgeous to me, so please don't wear anything that makes something so simple like breathing difficult. You could show up in your pajamas and I'd still be kneeling down and stuttering over my sentences by your beauty.”

He brought his hand down to his pants, taking his belt off of his waist and pulling down his zipper, exposing his hardened dick that did nothing but twitch upon the feeling of fresh air brushing against it.

“You arouse me so much, you have no idea what you do to me…”

He pulled his boxer off of his dick, making it slam against his torso, and although it was dark, you could tell he was thick, his girth was impressive and it made your heart flutter. Making you more excited for the upcoming activities.

“You're excited all of a sudden, are you sure you can handle it?”

“Don't tease me, I can only try..”

He smirked, his gaze only shifting down as he lined himself up with you, putting his tip against your wet entrance and pushing it in and out of you while still staying at your surface.

“I like that answer.”

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[onyourhyuck]

Kiss. | K.DY

— Prologue: “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

— Summary: Where you are a vampire who hates werewolves until you met Kim Doyoung and become his one night stand.

— Genre: Romance. Smut minors dni. Fantasy. Vampire!y/n x Werewolf!doyoung. Mention of alcohol. Drunk sex(?) lots of pushing and pinning down. Y/n is an annoying brat. Brat taming. Unprotected sex. (Please use protection irl). Heavy making out. One night stand but become lovers later. Doyoung is such a tease and loves annoying Y/n.

— Notes: Long ass fic.

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You’re a vampire who loves the party animal life style. You prefer being surrounded by your people who are vampires and love getting drunk even though it takes a while to get a vampire actually drunk on human alcohol and such. But tonight you are drunk off your rockets you won’t lie. You must’ve been so drunk because that night you decided to make the biggest mistake of your life.

Your paths were met with a certain someone you shouldn’t of have relations with anyways. They were new in town and you remember your family in the coven gossiping about how this town suddenly had a bunch of werewolves migrating from Seoul. And now they are here in your town living on with their life. This town mostly has humans living here so that’s why everyone who is a supernatural creature, they have a human disguise on.

For you it’s a spell protected ring that makes you able to go outside in the sun however it does go off roughly around two months. You gotta go back and get your ring renewed by the local witch who owns a shop after on.

The scent of something fuzzy and a mixture of alcohol mixing in with the natural scent of a werewolf makes anyone’s skin crawl creepily because your high sense of smell made it difficult to ignore him. You couldn’t believe a werewolf was drinking at your bar and at first it annoyed you to the bones until that same Werewolf walked to you with a smug expression pushing a large beer bottle to you and lifting his beer bottle.

You couldn’t explain it but it looked like he wanted to drink with you. As if he knew you were bothered by his presence being here and he decided to annoy you with it by drinking with you. You drunkenly glare pushing the bottle in your hand. It’s free alcohol you can’t reject that though.

“What are you doing here?” You ask the man. Doyoung laughs heartily as you came straight to the point. “Can’t you tell I’m having a drink with a beautiful lady?”

‘Ugh his flirting won’t on me.’ You prayed to yourself as you side stepped away from Doyoung leaving him and going to sit somewhere far. But when you left Doyoung just moved to sit next to you staring you down from the sideline.

You grumble. “You do realise that i am stronger than you during nighttime? I don’t think it’s a good idea to be picking a fight with me.”

Doyoung innocently stares as he sips calmly the bottle of beer in his hand shrugging. “I’m not picking a fight I’m having a conversation with you.”

“Is there a difference?” You blurt out.

Doyoung crowds over you. “There is. I’m being civil and you’re being prejudice.” He wasn’t wrong you had to admit. You were prejudice. You didn’t even know him yet and you only hate him because of his species — but you can’t blame yourself. Your family grew up this way and now they raised you that way too.

You look away sighing. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.”

Doyoung smirks knowing he has lowered down your walls just a little now. It seems like you were now more comfortable to speak to him again. “I thought vampires couldn’t get drunk.” He’d question and you murmur taking a large sip of the beer bottle.

“They can if they drink to a point where it was excessive.”

The man questions in reality how much you drank then. Vampire bodies are basically rock stone so to have you this drunk it meant you must’ve been over that limit a long time ago. He saw you turn around suddenly watching him, your corpse like complexion which was so pale was growing a pink flush around the cheeks and Doyoung smiles seeing you squint your eyes forward to look at his face.

You really were so drunk. You couldn’t even see properly bless you he thought. Doyoung puts his hands on the desk where the bottle was put there and he looks back at you. “You’re…! I’m seeing two of you. Do you have twins?” You blabber and Doyoung laughs at how gone you are. “My lord you’re so drunk. What’s even your name?”

“Your mother.” You spat out and Doyoung rolls his eyes sighing. “Very funny. Come on i’ll take you home.” He was lifting you from your seat where he puts your arms around him and then starts walking you out of the bar. You were such a hard person to export to place to place because you kept wiggling and shaking in the hold. It’s as if you were more stubborn when drunk than you’re sober.

Doyoung hissed as you nearly hit him in the face with your hands moving everywhere. “Can you fucking stay still i’m trying to seatbelt you.” He snapped and somehow you could feel a little anger boiling inside him; you freeze and stay in the car seat like a cold statue and the final seatbelt was clicked in. He closed the door and comes through the driver seat sitting down.

You turn to him slowly and Doyoung glances at you. “Sorry I snapped.” He clears his throat as he drives away from the bar. You couldn’t believe your vampire ears for a whole ass minute because he apologised to you and you never thought werewolves could have the ability to be nice afterwards?

Might be the alcohol you thought because when a soft expression came on right after the angry one you found him sort of ethereal and beautiful. You look out the window drunkenly slurring. Why did you find his face attractive now? And why did you somehow like when he was ordering you, that you can’t answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked in a drunken manner and Doyoung slowly replied. “Will you tell me where you live?”

“God no. My parents can’t see me this drunk they would end me.” You lean in your seat getting comfortable.

Doyoung sighs. “Okay my house it is.”

As the car drive continues on you would see an incoming family house that looked slightly modern you weren’t sure why you were expecting a bloody cave. God you really need to stop judging werewolves. The driver left once the car was parked and went through opening your door unlocking the belt and then grabbing your arm putting it around his neck and having your supported body to carry up front to the door. It opens wide and you were welcomed into his home. A werewolf home and if your parents knew they would’ve known you to be a disgrace. But something about Doyoung made you stay and feel comfortable.

He wasn’t so bad. He actually helped you. No vampire has ever helped you before, but a freaking werewolf did.

Doyoung made sure you laid down on the bed inside his bedroom. You were fully clothed and looked to be so out of this world he still can’t believe you got this drunk at a bar, you clearly did not worry something would happen to you. Looking down at your shoes he took them off and puts them down somewhere in his room where you can see them later on. The clock on his bed stand table said it was too late and you couldn’t help but sit up holding Doyoung’s wrist from letting him leave.

“Where have you kidnapped me to?” You side shot and Doyoung looks down at you. “My bedroom.”

Your face went kinda warm thinking about this. This was his bedroom and you could find his scent everywhere it was almost infatuating. Doyoung rose his eyebrows at you pointing down at your hand holding his wrist. “You can let go off me now.” He’d say but you squint your eyes at him. “You’re not going to leave me here right?”

The man trails in confusion. “I’m taking the couch downstairs. I have to leave you here.” You huff. “You don’t even know my name though why are you treating me so nicely!”

Doyoung felt you pull him on the bed suddenly and he flinched by how your strength really was overpowering. The only time he was this close to a vampire was now. The vampires don’t let werewolves near them and they don’t get approached by Doyoung’s people because of this. They were stronger when it wasn’t the full moon. Until the full moon the werewolves become stronger than them.

You could feel a ball of air hitching in his throat when your face came closer to his even though you were drunk you could sense how nervous he was suddenly having you come so close to him. He whispers looking down at you. “You didn’t tell me your name. But that doesn’t mean i can leave you alone when you’re vulnerable.” It was kindness that made its way to your heart and you felt your body go warm because of how radiant he was.

You murmur staring down at his lips. There was something in your eyes that was speaking to him a foreign language. “Its Y/n. My name is Y/n.” You’d add softly and Doyoung swallows harshly.

“Kim Doyoung…” he slowly relies back but it seems like your eyes were both on each others lips. The sudden urge to lean in was a given.

“Do I make you wanna kiss me?” Doyoung quietly looked at you and you felt your eyes waver down capturing a soft peck on his lips. ‘ yes you do.’ You thought deeply. He slowly returned it back and it was a soft moment shared that would soon go from zero to a hundred. You laid back pulling Doyoung’s body on top of you while the kiss continued.

You wanted to say yes to everything knowing this was so wrong on many levels and if people found out about this it would be the ethereal cost of you both. But your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t understand why. Your hands were fiddling in your clothes as you were undressing each other so hungrily. A flash of yellow in his eyes made you think how much control he was losing.

And something about that control going haywire made you wonder how far you could push a werewolves buttons in bed. Your breathes gasping together as your lips break apart a long string of saliva connects the both of you.

“Is that all you can do? Already out of breathe Doyoung?” You playfully add with a smirk forming on your face seeing how Doyoung was flustered but the man below you fell into a stern expression where his hand captures your throat pushing you down on the bed and his voice going shades darker.

“The only one out of breathe will be yourself, Darling.” You couldn’t help it but he sent you multiple shivers down your smile as he licks your neck and sends those wet kisses you felt his teeth scraping on it and your legs straddling his waist as he pushed you down on the erected cock unclothed through your panties. You wince as if you can’t believe he was this big.

There was a hidden truth to his words. Everyone knows the rumours of werewolves being the best in bed and somehow you found yourself believing this now that you’re in that perfect situation of becoming someone’s fucked out doll. Doyoung was a complete unknown beast in bed you couldn’t believe it; he had you doing a whole workout. He was pushing into you so deep the minute his cock entered your wet pussy he went into a frenzy mode.

It’s like he had no physical restraint and when his glowing yellow eyes were pointed to yours that were crying pure tears by how good it felt folded by a werewolf to completely tame you, you found yourself loving the high too much. Your arms were on top of him scraping the skin with your claws that made him hiss in an irony of painful love. ‘Who would’ve thought he was a masochist..’ you smirked at the expression he gave and move your lips to his neck licking it down a spot.

His hips were straining you down with each pounding moment where your skin claps against each other you could feel your moans becoming more and more prominent. It was getting harder to control it down and at this point you pray his neighbours don’t question you and whatever you’re blabbering. “For someone who hates werewolves you love getting dick down by one don’t you?” There was hints of multiple trading you close your eyes unable to answer. Doyoung however loved seeing you go quiet and he whispers into your ear. “You love being stretched out by the biggest cock you’ve ever seen don’t you? You love having your stupid cunt filled.”

You whimper when his hands go back to choke you a little as you nod helplessly. “You already know the answer so why are you asking me?” Your voice was striking him so softly at the same time your body was so submissive but your personality was not and that’s another thing that Doyoung found attractive. You weren’t afraid to say what you want and you were stubborn as a mule.

“Because I like to see you break down while you admit it that you don’t hate werewolves.” Doyoung was your karma to say the least. He loved testing your ability to stay calm and now you can’t. You moan when his hands squeeze tighter again. He growls. “Admit it Y/n. You love getting fucked by a werewolf don’t you? You like how i stretch your small hole out and now I’m going to fill you up so much you won’t have any space in your womb.”

God you wanted to say no to all of these and say you don’t like anything how that sounded but you would be lying because all of the above you prayed it happens and your body was screaming for his release to come and give it to you. You loved the idea in truth and you loved how good it feels you were chasing your highs and he was chasing it too. You squeeze him whimpering.

Doyoung mockingly laughs. “Whimpering already? God you’re driving me fucking nuts.” He adds with a rough groan stuttering the hips down at you. The arms beneath you belong to him lift you up so he could hit another angle that made it straight to the k.o as he released deep within you. You weren’t aware you could have such a big orgasm before but you did and he made you come so many times.

“Take it all Y/n. Take it all.” He chants.

You couldn’t count how many exactly but it was too many. When Doyoung had finished inside you he stayed in your body for a while staring down at you as his yellow glowing eyes were all you could stare into as if you were hypnotised. You loved how bright and beautiful they actually were and your trembling hands hold his face.

He could tell how shaky your palms were by how they held his skin and he felt like you were made up of porcelain by your skin rattling like an earthquake. He drifts his face down as his eyes widen a little.

“You’re shaking so much, Y/n. ” He was suddenly worried. You can’t believe how he can switch so fast his personalities.

You murmur out in a daze. “Your neck looks so soft…” you whisper and your eyes were glowing a bright red. Doyoung couldn’t even resist to push you away when your fangs reappeared and bite down into the neck. He didn’t want to back away either.

He wanted you to drink him dry until your needs were satisfied. How would’ve thought you were going to bite him. Doyoung however grew a liking to the painful factor to this and he wanted you to bite every part of him and drink him out till he was nothing.

That night you wasn’t sure how many rounds you went through. But it certainly wasn’t one round. It was multiple rounds.

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The very next morning you woke up in many different positions. You couldn’t believe what happened until you saw your naked body in the long standing mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom. You saw so many hickeys marking your body. Your body looked like it’s been through war and hell back on earth. Your clothes were on the floor so you quickly changed back into them.

You couldn’t see Doyoung in bed so he must’ve been awake already. You find your sunlight protection ring and put it on. Your body comes out of the bedroom going down the stairs slowly but you happen to run into three men rounding the kitchen.

You pause as Doyoung’s eyes caught you and they approach you quickly as he shown you a little smile. “Hey you’re leaving already?” You stand there shocked. Doyoung seems like he didn’t want to leave. You slant on the stairway looking away.

“I thought you would want me to leave. Y’know…” you pause but Doyoung held your hand shaking his head. “Look i don’t want you to leave just like that.” You couldn’t help but find kind comfort in his words. Doyoung was surprisingly kind and supportive of you and you can’t help but fall for it just a little.

He dragged you to the kitchen and you were met with two other than sitting down eating breakfast. There was a muscular man sitting on the left eating from the plate while there was a cuter and softer male with features waving at you. You did a small wave back and turn to Doyoung shyly.

You were surrounded by a bunch of werewolves now. You felt sort of out of place and scared now. Doyoung however, made sure his presence was comforting you because his hand fell on your waist holding it softly. You look up at the man who gives you a small reassuring nod.

“Hello.” You say quietly to the men dining. Doyoung comes forward clearing his throat. “These two are my roommates. Y/n meet Jaehyun and Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo smirks applauding. “Nice to meet you y/n.” The other man, Jaehyun, trails softly. “It’s nice to finally meet the voice we kept hearing all night.”

Doyoung glares but his face went equally red and so did yours as you side glance away to avoid meeting their eyes. Great they definitely heard you both. No doubt.

“Ignore Jaehyun.” Doyoung murmurs as he sat you down and you were facing them. The boys were eating away as you watch. You were unbelievably tense but somehow Doyoung held on making you go calm again when he held your hand.

“Uhm so. Y/n. What year were you born in?” Jungwoo trails making a conversation. You look back at the boy answering back. “I am a 94’ liner.”

The three of them choke on their food midway as they heard you could see them catch their breathe. Jaehyun was trying not to smile as he saw Doyoung’s ears going bright red. Jungwoo brushed the back of his neck softly.

“You’re older than us.” He stated now this time more formally. You smirk eyeing them down. “You can speak comfortably with me.”

“Can i call you Y/n still?” Jungwoo adds and i shake it off. “Yeah that’s fine.”

Doyoung looks up at you. He couldn’t believe you’re older than him but you look so young. He wonders if you’re beautiful or magically gorgeous. You only woke up and you look perfect. He loved the way your fangs poke out everytime you speak. They were small and cute when they weren’t growing out.

“So what years were you born in then?”

Doyoung look away murmuring to your question. “I am 96. Jaehyun is 97 and Jungwoo is 98.”

It seems like the baby was Jungwoo. You could kind of see it with the way how extroverted he was speaking meanwhile Jaehyun and Doyoung were slightly more quiet than the other boy. It seems like their friendship was close however like they could read each others mind. That must be a Wolf thing.

After they finished breakfast and chatting with you Doyoung decided to walk you out as you said you would have to go now. Doyoung didn’t want to let you go but he didn’t have much choice but to do that. You look down at your feet as he escorts you out and you murmur softly.

“It was nice chatting to you in the morning.” You add because you felt like you made some friends along the way.

Doyoung smiles nodding. “They seem fond of you. Especially Jungwoo.”

You wanted to say it’s a bad idea getting close to someone like you and that it wouldn’t end well but you can’t bring yourself to say it to Doyoung. Somehow you wanted to continue knowing him and his friends. You suddenly hold his hand and Doyoung faces you hearing you whisper.

“I don’t want to… forget you.”

You paused as you spoke these words out watching how his expression softens and it were no longer a questioning sad one. It did him great happiness to hear you were feeling the same way as he was. Doyoung’s fingers slowly slip into your hand intertwining them so your hands were fitting together and he came close suddenly.

You didn’t run away and when the man came close he gave you a small peck on your lips. The urge to just grab and make out with him for two hours straight was there but you bury it deep down and slant back as he gave you a soft loving kiss. It was different from last time. It felt like a goodbye kiss almost but until next time they meet again.

“You know where to find me if you ever want to see me again.” Doyoung tells you, slowly pulling away from your body.

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The next few days you were on probation by your parents who were worried for you day and night. You couldn’t help but wish they were a little more lenient on you. They aren’t aware of what you got up to but they certainly could tell you weren’t home for a whole day which worried them. It’s ridiculous because you’re an adult but these people can never rest. They know how you are actually. You tend to get up to trouble wherever you go and they weren’t wrong.

You did get up to trouble. With a freaking werewolf that you can’t wait to see again.

‘I definitely got attached to him.’ You said to yourself as if this was a reason for you to relax and just let it happen. You didn’t hate him anymore however if anything you had some sort of weird feeling for him.

Doyoung took care of you. He even loved you for a whole night with many rounds to come. He introduced you to his friends who were not judgemental of your face. The only one that was still as hesitant was you. You were worried what your parents and your people would paint you as.

On your way you met your friend Taeyong. Lee Taeyong is a new vampire who was bitten by Taeil. You can see how that ended up now Taeil has to teach the boy to live as a vampire without getting caught.

Moon Taeil is your longest friend from childhood. You guys are the same age and you happen to know everything about each other — but this time you weren’t sure if he wants to know this piece of information.

“You slept with a werewolf?!” The two boys sang in unison as you were sitting down in their house sipping water from a straw.

Taeil looks away as he laughs in disbelief. You? With a werewolf? You hate werewolves last time he checked. He comes forward suddenly checking your wrists and sleeves.

You raise your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” You question your best friend who looks down at you. “I’m checking for a werewolf bite. What if he marked you? God you’re doomed.” He shakes his head at you coming to be so clueless.

“He didn’t bite me.” You’d reassure the two vampires in front of you. You murmur remembering the night again. “I bit him though.”

Taeil sat down crumbling as you kept giving the details from your night you spend with Doyoung. It seems it was getting worse and worse in his imagination.

“You drank from a werewolf. That’s fantastic Y/n! You fell for your one night stand.” He spat.

You flinch as you huddle on the couch sighing. “I shouldn’t of but he really isn’t as bad as the vampires claim they are. He took care of me Taeil. He even gave me a goodbye kiss.”

“I give you a goodbye kiss all the fucking time Y/n you can’t be seriously hurt that you aren’t seeing him anymore.” Taeil thrown at you.

You shake your head laying down on the couch holding your hands together. The ceiling was your form of entertainment as Taeil and Taeyong were wondering what’s happening with you.

“Did you at least do it safely?” Taeil would ask you.

A guilty smile came on your face as if you obviously weren’t being safe in the bedroom and Taeil sat back down yelling into his hands as if you were helpless and you were just a kid who knows nothing.

“Y/n you could get pregnant you know?” He spat and you somehow felt unbothered. You shrugged. “I didn’t know it was possible to intersect with werewolves.”

Taeil gasps. “Of course there are! Why do you think they don’t mix for a reason?”

Taeyong silently sips the blood from the hospital bloodbag and you roll off the couch sighing. “It’s fine trust me. I’m not going to get pregnant alright? It was only an one night stand.” Unfortunately.

Taeil side glares. “You want to meet him again don’t you?”

You smirk. “Heck yeah i do.”

“My god you are so delulu.” He stops. “For a werewolf Y/n. A werewolf Y/n. A species that could kill you.” He adds describing it. But even so you weren’t afraid of Doyoung.

You begin walking out the door. Taeil behind you shouts wondering where the heck you’re leaving while he was still talking to you.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING Y/N? I WAS SPEAKING TO YOU.”

“I am going to a bar! God you’re sounding like my bloody father now.”

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You murmur at the bar all alone sipping a shot of soju. “Stupid Taeil telling me what to do and not do… man he’s such a freaking Wikipedia…” you shake your thoughts away as your best friend was done lecturing you about how to do safe sex and what not.

You couldn’t believe him. He wasn’t even a medical student and he goes all father on you.

The bar was playing little songs in the background that were tapping your fingers on the wooden bar counterpart. You sway a little enjoying the peaceful atmosphere until a sudden man leans forward taking a seat next to you.

When you were going to turn around it certainly felt like a deja vu moment you wanted to replay again.

“Doyoun—“

You pause as you realise it wasn’t Doyoung. It was just another human bothering you once again. You scowl at the man feeling disgusted he was drunk and smelled full of previous drugs. You couldn’t deal with the heinous smell so you turn around about to walk away.

“Were you expecting someone else love?” The man echos behind you.

You scowl. “Yes. Get lost I’m not interested.” You slant away leaving walking far away from that side and as you walk away you took sips of the brand new whiskey glass humming.

As you walk away a hand turned you around and you sighed swung yourself to shout at the man that was probably following you. “Look here mister I’m not fucking interested—“ but as you did your mouth fell apart and your voice was no longer there. You turned into a silent voice that couldn’t be traced nor heard because the person standing in front of you was a young man that you met the previous starry night you wish to forever remember. It was like a memory engraved in your brain you couldn’t forget and you don’t want to. You loved that night so much you felt your dead corpse heart beating so much you felt alive and without him you felt like a cold slum of death.

Doyoung smirks down at you. “I promise you will be interested soon.” He adds after your words and you felt going embarrassed you really thought you were followed by that human after all.

You slide back. “It wasn’t directed to you. Forget I said anything.” You’d shake your head. Doyoung looks down grabbing your glass of whiskey taking the last slip of the burning alcohol down his throat. You blink as he drank from the same glass and you touched your lips a little wondering.

He did indirect kiss me right now. You clear your unholy thoughts god you must be so tense and awkward right now with him it’s unbelievable.

“Hm you’re awfully quiet today. What happened to you Y/n? You’re not telling me to get lost like you did the night before. No werewolf prejudice today?” He said smirking while watching you and you felt your eyebrows lower down as you frown at him. He was teasing you.

You knew he was messing with you but you felt awfully embarrassed by it and even then you didn’t know what to say and reply back. “Shut up. Did you need anything Doyoung or are you here to rub it on my face?”

He grins. “Rub what on your face darling?”

You’d go silent. ‘That you slept with me and now I’m the one chasing you.’ You thought deeply. You want to kiss him so badly he looked so kissable right now. You want to let him know how bad you want him and even now him standing here you could take him on. You didn’t care if anyone else saw you.

You want people to know you are his and he’s yours. You don’t want this to be a secret one night stand. You want more. And here you are doing the thing you fear the most.

You’re here wanting to kiss a werewolf.

“Forget it.” You whisper into the air as your back turned around to Doyoung but as you did he turned you back around and quickly pinned you against the nearest wall as he was looking down at you knowing exactly what you wanted it he wouldn’t give it to you easily unless he heard it from you.

He wants to hear you. He wants you to give yourself to him and then he could do the same. But you’re stubborn and you’re conflicted still. He was only waiting for you.

“Doyoung what are you doing?” You flinch in panic when he came forward to close the gap between your faces.

He stares into your beautiful siren-like eyes that he swore were magically making him feel all sorts of emotions from you. “I want to look at your face.”

It was such a normal sentence that made you feel so many abnormal things deep inside your stomach. Your throat swallows harshly as he could see your neck move with each saliva you took back.

His eyes move up to your face again. “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

Your hands wrap round his neck like a collar wanting to bring him forward to you. You ache out speaking so desperately as you close your eyes. “Yes so bad, Doyoung, so bad it hurts.”

He’s making you want to kiss him there and then but he was only waiting for your green light and then he could go and go kiss you as hard as you ever wish. He only needs your green light to give him the signal.

And when he did his lips did not waste a single time to take a taste of your cherry red lips feeling so good like he were flying off the ground with you. Matching your slow sensual speed and holding you tighter like he wanted to all this time you were in each others dreams just like this; he loved to see your voice go dimmer and your moans escaping occasionally with it and how badly he loved your lips on his. Doyoung could fall deeper and you fell deeper with him. All your brain thought line a religious mantra was: your lips, your lips on repeat.

In between the kisses you slip in with Doyoung you hear him whisper hovering your mouth. Even then your kisses did not stop like it was impossible to. “Do you want me to become yours, Y/n?” It was a clear answer as you achingly add. “Yes Doyoung. I don’t care what anyone says about us.” Pulling him into a passionate celebratory kiss.

It all took one KISS for you and Doyoung to release your feelings into the wide open reality. Like a forbidden spell taking over you.

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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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Golden Age

NCT Fanfiction | Capítulo 14

{Avisos: doença | Anteriormente: ainda sofrendo o desenrolar da situação da família de Doyoung, você tem o prazer de rever Jaehyun e reafirmar ao seu melhor amigo que jamais o deixará.}

A Sra. Kim os recebe de forma efusiva, abraçando-os. Suas lágrimas são derramadas sem remorso. Oferece um café, mas insistem para que ela os receba na varanda, só estão de passagem, não querem incomodar.

— Ai, meu dois filhos, é tão bom ver vocês juntos aqui! Sempre achei que seriam amigos assim que se conhecessem, Doyoung gosta tanto dos dois…

Sente um tremor engraçado atravessando o corpo quando a ouve. Não é capaz de olhar Taeyong nos olhos.

— Tia, nós viemos saber como a senhora tá. Já jantou? Quer que eu busque alguma coisa? — Pergunta ele.

— Não, não, eu nem conseguiria. Não sei se vou conseguir dormir.

— A senhora- a senhora gostaria que eu passasse a noite? — Você se propõe.

— É, nós… Nós podemos ficar. — Complementa Taeyong.

— Como são anjos! Não, eu vou ficar bem apesar disso, não se preocupem. Só queria que meu filho desse alguma notícia. Ele não disse se vinha aqui tomar um banho pelo menos?

— Eu mando uma mensagem pra ele, tá? A gente pode esperar até ele chegar aqui. — Taeyong tira o celular do bolso e vai caminhando na direção do carro.

Você diz à Sra. Kim que esperarão na frente da casa, sentados no balanço. Apesar dos pesares, faz uma noite agradável e sem mosquitos. É incrível, mas desde que o sol caiu, o céu parece ter clareado um tanto.

Taeyong retorna com algo de beber em mãos, informando que Doyoung aparecerá por lá o quanto antes. Ele insistiu com o amigo, pois sua mãe não parecia bem, e ele sabia que só mesmo um filho era capaz de acalmar uma mãe dadas as circunstâncias. Lembra limpidamente de quando sua mãe confessou, após o falecimento de seu pai, da solidão que ela tinha com todos aqueles sentimentos. Queria ela ter contado aos filhos o quão solitária estava com tudo aquilo, mas preferiu privá-los pelo seu bem.

— Peguei chá pra você — Taeyong põe ênfase na bebida e você descobre porquê quando vê que a segunda lata é de cerveja. — Acho que você nunca mais vai querer beber na minha frente.

Se permite rir com vontade, o que pega Taeyong desprevenido. É a primeira vez que a ouve gargalhar. Não concorda ou discorda, prefere descobrir também. O ato de gentileza, no entanto, fica marcado em sua mente.

— Hein, eu tava pensando em te fazer uma pergunta… — Taeyong para de falar quando você se volta a ele. 

Pensa que ele pode propor mais uma vez para você trabalhar na floricultura. Está decidida a recusar novamente e quantas vezes puder.

— Como que é lá na faculdade, hein?

— Bem… É normal, como na escola — Você ri ao perceber que é pouco solícita, mas a verdade é que está surpresa pelo teor banal da pergunta; esperava algo mais sério devido aos acontecimentos. — Eu quero dizer, você têm aulas e deve prestar atenção se quiser ir bem. Mas você é mais livre para certas coisas porque… Bem, porque lá só tem adultos. Em tese, é claro. Tem muitos adultos que se comportam feito crianças, muitos deles. A maioria. — Então ri mais.

Você se julga tão madura que nem passa pela cabeça o quanto não o é ainda. Mas Taeyong ouve com bastante atenção. Ele não acha graça das suas palavras, nem pode, porque não sabe do que está falando. E há outro agravante também: Arrow. No fundo, mais do que só curiosidade, ele almejava descobrir se algo lá dentro da Academia poderia justificar a forma como ela agiu com ele e todas as outras pessoas.

— Você vai rir se eu disser que tava- que tava pensando em fazer faculdade?

— Por que eu riria? Penso que quer adquirir mais conhecimento. 

— Queria saber se é muito difícil.

— Nada que valha a pena nessa vida é fácil. Se você tem vontade, basta.

— Não… As coisas não são bem assim… Querer não é poder.

— Ah, Taeyong… Talvez você ainda não tenha descoberto a tremenda força que a vontade tem.

Se calam. 

Você também não sabe que Taeyong já descobriu. Ele apenas não percebeu. 

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