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writemekpop · 3 months

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Sinner | Kim Doyoung

Summary: You dress up as a Catholic school girl in order to spice up your sex life. How will your husband Doyoung react when he sees you?

Genre: established relationship AU, angsty

Word count: 1.2k

“You can do this,” you told yourself, as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

You barely recognised the girl looking back at you. Your hair was tied into two pigtails, and pink gloss dolled your lips. You were wearing a cropped white shirt that barely covered your breasts, and a short tartan skirt. You put on the final touch – a golden crucifix necklace.

You’d normally never resort to sexy costumes, but you and your husband Doyoung hadn’t had sex in months.

You walked to the bathroom door.

You put on your sexiest voice. “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. I’ve been a bad bad girl… who needs to be punished.”

Doyoung didn’t reply. You frowned, but quickly plastered on a smile.

Spinning around, you came out from the bathroom.

Doyoung was nestled under the covers, his reading glasses low on his nose, buried in a book. He hadn’t noticed you walk in.

You cleared your throat.

Doyoung looked up. When he saw you, he burst out into laughter.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Your face fell. “Do you not… like it?”

Doyoung clutched his tummy, still in fits of laughter. “Is that a fake cross?”

“No, Doyoung, I’m being - this is supposed to be - sexy.” The words died on your lips.

Doyoung sat up straight. “This isn’t a joke? Are you supposed to be some kind of… catholic schoolgirl?”

You could feel your cheeks warming. Suddenly the scratchy polyester of your shirt felt suffocating.

“Well… yeah,” you said. “I thought you’d like it.”

Doyoung’s mouth fell open.

“Why would you ever think I’d find that sexy? You look… ridiculous!”

You gasped. You dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Yanking the cross necklace off, you slid down onto the floor and started to cry. You couldn’t believe how stupid you’d been. You wished you’d never been born.

You could hear Doyoung knock on the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t realise you were being serious!”

“Go away,” you yelled.

Doyoung rattled the door handle. “I didn’t mean to be rude! I was just in shock. Please just open the door, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath. Then, you pulled the door open to face your husband.

Doyoung looked effortlessly handsome in his plain white T shirt and freshly showered hair. The sight made you angry. You wrapped your hands across your exposed chest.

Doyoung touched your cheek lovingly. “What’s gotten into you, Y/n?”

“Can’t you see? I’m trying to spice up our marriage! Doyoung, you won’t look at me anymore, let alone have sex with me. I can’t remember the last time we even kissed, not a peck, but a proper kiss, with tongues.”

Doyoung sighed. “Is that what all this is about? Y/n, I love our life, it’s comfortable. We don’t have to try around each other, we can just be… us.”

“I want that rush. Like we used to be… remember when we first got married? We could barely keep our hands off each other. I want to feel… desired.”

Doyoung stayed silent.

“Did you hear what I said?” you asked.

Doyoung bit his lip, trying to suppress his laughter. “I’m sorry, it’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like that. Can you put a robe on or something?”

You pulled off the costume and put in in the bin. Then, you pushed past Doyoung and walked towards the front door.

Doyoung followed you out into the hallway. He watched as you put on your coat and shoes. “Where are you going?”

“My sister’s place,” you snapped.

Doyoung tugged his hand through his soft hair. “Don’t be like this, Y/n. It’s the middle of the night. Just come back and we’ll talk about this.”

You shook your head. “You had your chance.”

You slammed the door behind you.

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The next day, you expected to find dozens of missed calls and texts from Doyoung, but your phone was empty.

Your heart twinged. Not even one measly voicemail from the love of your life? You brushed aside your embarrassment and started off home.

Before you made it back to your apartment, you bumped into Doyoung in the street.

He was wearing a long brown coat, one that went down all the way to his ankles. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was all over the place.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I came to find you. My phone died and I lost my charger,” Doyoung said, panting. “I’m really sorry about last night.”

You stared at the pavement, still too embarrassed to meet your husband’s eye. “I thought you’d like the costume… I guess I was wrong.”

Doyoung shook his head. “I don’t like the costume, I like you. I’m sorry I don’t make much of an effort, it’s not because I don’t desire you… because believe me, I do.”

You met his warm chocolate eyes. In them was nothing but love.

“I shouldn’t have laughed at you. I’m flattered that you made such an effort, for me! I’m so lucky to be your husband,” he said.

You suppressed a smile. “That doesn’t make up for the fact that you humiliated me last night.”

Doyoung sighed. “I know. That’s why I’m doing this.”

Your brows quirked up. “Doing what?”

Doyoung grinned. He flung his head towards the sky and crossed himself dramatically. Then, he unbuttoned his long coat, and pulled it off his shoulders.

When you saw what he was wearing underneath, you gasped.

Doyoung was wearing – if you could call it wearing – your outfit from last night. The tight white shirt strained over his muscled torso, and the tartan skirt sat like a belt across his hips. His legs were very, very bare. He looked absurd.

You slapped your hand across your mouth, trying not to laugh.

A passer-by wolf whistled. Doyoung stuck his tongue out at them.

You ran towards Doyoung and wrapped your arms around him, shielding his front with your body. A woman walking her dog actually tutted at you. A kid said, “Who’s the man in the skirt?” before her mum pulled her away.

“Stop sticking your arms out!” you hissed.

“Don’t put me in detention!” Doyoung yelled.

“You are absolutely mad,” you gasped, covering his mouth with your hand. “You over-the-top, eccentric, amazing man.”

Doyoung smiled, freeing his mouth and pressing his lips to your neck. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

You smacked Doyoung’s butt, earning a yelp.

“You Catholics,” you said, smirking. “Obsessed with forgiveness. Come back to bed and we’ll see.”

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ncityprincess · 3 months

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How Doyoung would be in bed

I’m so in love I’m with this man it’s ridiculous 🥲

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

-im sorry but he gives me undercover sex god vibes 😭

-like yes he looks so sweet and soft on the outside

-and yes he does enjoy soft and sweet lovemaking

-but that gummy smile and angelic singing voice can’t fool me

-if you look underneath there’s a freak waiting to be unleashed

-he puts his career above anything, so he’s not just gonna have random rendezvous and hook ups

-he’s not going to waste his time on meaningless flings that could tarnish his reputation

-he’s gonna hold out for someone special that he truly cares about

-so when he finally finds The One, it’s game over

-he lets his wild side come out, and he can’t wait to indulge in all of his fun fantasies (with prior consent of course)

-he reads as a pleasure dom to me

-your pleasure comes first, and he doesn’t care if it takes you 30 minutes to cum

-he’s gonna lay there and eat you out or fuck you until you’re a moaning mess underneath him

-like Johnny, he gets a warm feeling in his chest when his beautiful girl is all fucked out and glossy eyed underneath him

-it makes him feel like he’s worked hard to get you to this point, and to see you respond like this makes him feel untouchable

-likes it when you get super messy, especially when you’re slobbering on his fingers

-curses when he can see drool dripping from your lips down to your tits

-calls you his pretty, messy girl

-and i believe in my heart of hearts that this man is packing

-like he has such a beautiful, long dick that hits all the right places

-he loves to fuck your pretty mouth

-like a good ole classic mouth fucking with you on your knees on the floor and him standing over you

-sometimes a he’s a little too rough, but he always assures you that he will stop if it gets to be too much

-in fact, he can be overly cautious with you in bed

-because he likes to dabble in the kinkier side of things sometimes, it’s crucial that he gets your enthusiastic consent

-he never wants to make you feel unsafe and cross any boundaries

-so he’s gonna ask you a million and one times if this is okay with you

-you are his precious little baby after all <3

-I think he also makes the prettiest sounds in bed 😮‍💨

-like you know at the end of love on the floor when he hits that falsetto note?

-just like that

-but he also makes gritty, guttural sounds through clenched teeth

-especially while he’s praising you

-“fuck, you’re taking that dick so well baby” he says as he pounds into you from behind, pushing your face deeper into the mattress

-oh yeah, he’s also kinda rough when he handles you

-shoving you into different positions

-gripping your jaw particularly tight

-slapping your pussy just to make sure you’re paying attention to him

-but he’s like lovingly rough if that makes sense

-like pulling your hair back, but also caressing your face and telling you how pretty you look like this

-I think he would be open to using toys or props too like a vibrator or some silk ties

-would loveee it when you wear black lingerie with stockings or garter belts

-and stilettos too

-he’s a walking enigma

-but if he’s feeling particularly calm and relaxed, he doesn’t mind rocking into you gently

-he’ll put on a cute drama on a snowy Saturday night and hoist your leg up as he spoons you from behind

-lazy, slow sex makes him feel even more connected to you

-when he’s in his softer mood, he will worship every inch of your body

-kisses you from head to toe

-treats you like a goddess

-when you guys finish, he goes back to asking if you’re okay and if you need anything

-and after you reassure him that you’re fine, he kisses all over your face and holds you all night

#nct 127 hard hours #doyoung hard hours #nct 127 hard thoughts #nct 127 smut #kim doyoung smut #kim doyoung fic #doyoung headcanons #doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #doyoung nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 headcanons #dojaejung smut #nct dojaejung

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neowinestainedress · 11 months

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hi is it ok if i request for a drabble where reader and johnny/jeno/doyoung/haechan (basically any of my biases lol) are in a established rs. i mean the scene is literally just reader gets fucked so good she gets into pretty deep subspace and how any of the guys wld handle her carefully and with so much care and love .. 😵‍💫🙏

w!: subspace, unprotected s*x, dirty talk, aftercare (everyone) | overstimulation, mentioned oral (f receiving) and fingering, (with johnny) | oral (m receiving), fingers sucking (with doyoung) | tied up s*x, blindfold, mentioned use of toys, overstimulation, (with jeno) | oral (f receiving), light dumbification, reader goes silent (idk how to explain this), overstimulation (with haechan)

a/n: hi! wrote something for all of them, hope you like it! also i hope i got it right and you didn't mean a poly relationship

JOHNNY

Johnny always makes sure to treat you like a princess, pampering you any chance he gets and giving you everything you ask for. Even in the bedroom. There’s no denying he loves being in control, but he always puts your pleasure in the front line. Sometimes even too much…

Just like right now. Johnny’s pounding deep into you, pressing you down into the mattress while his fingers keep torturing your already sensitive clit.

You lost count of how many times you came from his fingers and tongue but you don’t care and neither does he.

Johnny loves when your brain shuts down completely because he’s fucking you too good. He loves watching your eyes roll back and your mouth part open, slightly curled up in a cute, dumb smile, while you moan his name — the only thing your brain can remember. You feel like you’re floating into another dimension and you can barely make out Johnny’s face as another orgasm washes over you, but he doesn’t stop.

“Good girl,” Johnny whispers, fingers leaving your overstimulated clit to caress your cheek in soothing motions, “let go of everything. You don’t have to worry about anything, you have me.”

You hear him but you’re still overwhelmed, tears piling at the corners of your eyes and moans getting messier. Your hands try to grab on something but you feel like you have no hold anyway and when you start to mumble his name with urgency, Johnny leans down.

“Shh, pretty girl, it’s alright,” he whispers, kissing your lips and caressing your hair, hips still fucking against you but slowing the rhythm as he checks in. “Can you take my cum? Just one last orgasm, I promise.”

You force your eyes open, meeting his sweet gaze before nodding weakly. “Ju-just one,” you plead, tears spilling down your face as you uselessly try to don’t come another time.

“Just this one, babe. Let me fill you up, alright?” Johnny coos, kissing you again, knowing how much that calms you even if pleasure has gotten to your brain completely.

It doesn’t take him long to come, hips slamming the last few times against your ass while he keeps you pressed against the mattress, muffling the loud groans caused by his orgasm — and the soft ones from you — in a heated kiss.

“It’s alright, princess, it’s alright,” he whispers when you start sobbing, trying to come down to earth but feeling your body on fire and the shock of the climax still buzzes in your veins. “I’m here, alright? I’m right here,” Johnny says, pulling out of you and falling to the side, dragging you along with him so he can wrap his arms around you, caressing your hair as you lay your head on his chest. “You did so well, love,” he praises, lulling you in his arms, kissing the top of your head, and caressing your back.

You let yourself go in the warm sensation, snuggling close to him slowly starting to feel your body again as the high dims.

“What about a shower?” Johnny asks after a while of sweet nothings whispered to your ear.

You groan, shaking your head, and hiding more in his embrace. “Later.”

Johnny chuckles, throwing his head back like he always does and then kisses your forehead again. “Fine, later. Anything my princess wants.” And those are the last words you hear before falling into a deep slumber.

DOYOUNG

Maybe it’s the weight of life and responsibilities, but when you’re with Doyoung, you just want to give him full control and turn your brain off.

And Doyoung loves it, the trust you put in his hand makes him feel powerful — and loved — so he always makes sure to give you what you want.

Gently guiding you with a tight hold on your hair as he moves your mouth on his dick, delicately using your mouth like a toy, hearing the clicking of your heels as your feet swing side by side as you try to create friction between your legs.

You barely made it past the door when you clung to him and begged him to fuck you, and how could he say no?

“Good girl, just like this. You only have to suck my dick, that’s the only thing you’re here to do,” he whispers, gently caressing the skin of your neck while his head falls back.

You don’t see it, too lost in what you’re doing, eyes closed as your mouth sucks him like you know he likes. There’s little to no pleasure in giving oral for most people, but not to you. You love doing it, and something about it makes your head feel light and disconnected from everything.

It doesn’t take him long to reach his high, hips fucking up into you unconsciously while the hold on your hair tightens. You keep sucking until you’re sure he’s done, swallowing before looking up at him, silently pleading for a kiss.

Doyoung is quick at kissing you back before lifting you up and taking you to the bedroom.

“You’re that wet already, love,” he voices out, running his fingers on the wet patch of your lingerie. “Let me finish to fuck your brain out, then.”

You emit a shaky moan when his dick enters you, stretching you so nicely and hitting deep into you. You’re soaking wet, and it’s easy for Doyoung to drive his hips against you, setting a steady rhythm from the start.

“Fuck, babe, sucking my dick got you so wet. It really turns you on, uhm?”

You nod weakly in response and your mouth opens right away when you feel two fingers tap against your lips and your pussy clenches as soon as they make their way into your mouth.

“Can you take them further?” He asks, teasingly pushing his digits down your throat, watching your eyes water as he tests your gag reflex. “Yeah, just like this, good girl,” he praises, watching as slowly nothing but lust fills your eyes.

You’d love to keep them open but they flutter shut the moment you start sucking, arching your back as Doyoung starts fucking you more intensely, he holds you close by the waist while his lips smear kisses on your skin.

“Look so, so pretty like this,” Doyoung praises, “my messy pretty baby. Are you close?” He asks, already knowing the answer, feeling it in the way your pussy is squeezing around him, and how much cum it’s dripping out, but he still loves to see you blink your eyes open, tears rolling down the corner and muffle a low ‘yes, please,’ before you go back sucking his fingers. “Yes? Are you gonna come with my fingers in your mouth?” He coos, tilting your head to the side, it’s kinda like a mockery for him but he can’t fight the smile on his face when you nod swiftly and smile at him.

Doyoung loves seeing you like this, all your walls falling down around him, and being so vulnerable only in his hands. He truly means it when he says you’re beautiful even with spit on your face and tears streaking down your cheeks as you try to fuck back into him to reach your high.

And when it finally hits, is so strong that you bite his fingers for a split second, body tensing up as the pleasure overwhelms you. Doyoung follows soon after, grunting and moaning as he thrusts into you a few times, every stroke sending you a bit more into that spiral of mindless pleasure.

“Fuck, babe, that was good,” he breathes out, fingers leaving your mouth so he can kiss you. “Are you okay?” He asks but you’re not back to earth to reply to him yet, in fact, you’re still shaking and panting, and your eyes are closed. If he didn’t know you by heart, he’d be worried, but he knows it’s just a sign the sex was extremely good.

So he keeps you close to him caressing you and whispering nice words to your ear. When you’re back to earth, still a bit shaken, he smiles.

“We still have dinner to make, I wanted to prepare your favourite dish but you suddenly changed all my plans.”

You laugh, hiding in the crook of his neck in embarrassment before moving back again. “Sorry, it’s pent-up stress leading to extreme horniness,” you laugh. “But I guess we can cook together?”

“Mhh,” Doyoung hums, pretending to think about it. “Sounds like a good idea.”

JENO

Jeno knows you trust him completely, and that’s the hottest thing for him. When he has you tied up and blindfolded and he can play with your senses watching rationality leaving your body with each passing second, he knows he got incredibly lucky to have you.

Jeno also knows you’d do anything he asks you do to with no hesitation, especially if you can get something out of it. It’s cruel of him to make you do all the work, especially after he already made you come twice, rubbing the vibrating wand on your clit until you were shaking and moaning, but he can’t help it.

You’re too cute like this. The white bra still covers your boobs while your chest heavies trying to fill your lungs with air, your lips puffed from how much you’re biting on them, and some tears staining your temples, slightly wetting the black blindfold. But the best part is the way your hips are grinding against the palm of his hand, ‘work for it,’ he ordered just a few minutes before when his fingers started teasing your drenched pussy, and here you are, doing exactly what he told you to do.

“Look at you, such a desperate, pretty little thing,” Jeno coos, grinning as you try to do your best. Your movements are messy, legs struggling against the restraining that keeps them parted, and he knows your body is moving automatically, not a single coherent thought in your brain, just instinct and greed. “Come like this, and then I’ll reward you. Do you want my dick?”

An embarrassing moan rolls from your lips as a reply and your hips start chasing the high faster, eager to have him.

“Won’t it be too much for you? Are you sure you can take it?” He teases but you nod either way.

Proving him right is not what you want, but when he’s into you, fucking his dick deep into your wet walls, you know he was. Maybe it’s not too much, but it’s surely a lot. You can’t move, you can’t see him, and everything feels doubled, every emotion having a bigger effect on you.

“Always playing with fire,” he tsks, “what would you do if I wasn’t here, uhm? What would you do if I didn’t know your limits?”

“I — I,” you mumble but nothing that makes sense leaves your brain, so you just moan his name.

“You don’t have to worry, kitten. You have me, I know exactly what you need. I know exactly how to take care of you,” his voice is reassuring but his fingers rubbing against your clit make you moan loudly, hips squirming trying to move away.

“I can’t — I can’t take it,” you cry out, shaking your head.

“You can, babe. Trust me,” Jeno hums, kissing your lips, dick twitching inside you when you whimper in the kiss and clench harder around him. He knows that if you weren’t tied up you’d be hiding your face, so he decides to get rid of the blindfold and see your wrecked expression. “You’re so pretty when you look like a mess for me,” he praises.

At this point you can only smile numbly, letting your head roll back as another orgasm washes over you, triggering his soon after. Legs shaking, and cheeks stained with tears as you moan his name like a chant, that’s all he needs to come into you.

“Fuck, babe,” he moans breathlessly, shaking his hair out of his face as he slowly pulls out of you, “you did so well. Let me get you out of this, uh?” He says as he undoes the knots and runs his hands on your skin to caress it even if there are no marks on it. “Are you okay?” He asks when he lays next to you, pulling you close to him. You can only hum and nod, feeling your eyes heavy.

“There should be some ice cream left, I think you deserve it,” Jeno proposes, caressing your hair and then rubbing his thumbs on your cheek.

You giggle, nodding weakly. “If you drag me to the kitchen.”

HAECHAN

Haechan starts with subtle touches, on your back, on your arms, on your thighs, and then it moves to kisses, every now and then, each one in more daring places, but all with no sign of giving you what you want the most.

And only after edging you for hours, he has you on his bed, squirming, moaning and crying as he edges you over and over again. His mouth is his favourite thing to use to watch you fall apart, sucking your pussy eagerly while his hands roam on your body, torturing your clit until your hips start bucking against him and your thighs clench around his head.

Now, there’s a very specific reason why Haechan loves teasing, edging, and overstimulating you.

The first time you stopped answering him, he panicked, thinking he had done something wrong, but after a while, he realized you only did this when the sex was particularly good. So after he talked to you, and made sure it was something normal for you, he never missed the chance to tease you.

“Oh, what’s wrong, babe? Dick so good you forgot how to talk?” He taunts, a smug smirk on his face as he slightly slaps your cheek to make sure you’re at least listening, and when you nod, pleading, almost apologetic, eyes looking up into him, he chuckles. “Yeah? That’s alright, babe. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Just be my pretty, good doll and take everything. It feels good, right?”

You nod mindlessly, sinking your nails into his skin as you come again, pleasure never ending as he keeps fucking into you, hitting your sweet spot until your legs shake.

Haechan groans, holding himself back to don’t come and keep stimulating you, driving you past your limits.

“Can you take another one for me?” He still asks, watching you nod and vainly open your mouth to let out a verbal reply. “It’s alright, I don’t need your words, babe. Just stay with me.”

So you nod, eyes squeezing, tears rolling down your temples while your mouth is open only to suck in as much air as possible.

“Fuck, babe, do you hear how wet you are? All the pretty sounds your pussy is making? Do you love me that much?”

Swift movements of your head are the only answer you can give him, feeling like you could explode from how much pleasure you’re feeling. You came so much already, and you know this next one will hit harder than all the ones before.

“My pretty baby, is it too much for you? No? You can take it a bit more? Yes, you can, I knew you could,” he praises, keeping his eyes locked into yours. It shouldn’t turn you on like this, but you honestly find it so hot how he can understand you even with no words. Just a look, just a gesture and he will always know what you need.

And Haechan thinks the same, it shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but the fact that you don’t pull away and you trust him completely even when your brain acts like this, means the world to him.

This time your lips part to say something that doesn’t make it past your throat, it’s a call of his name to beg him to make you come, but once again, he doesn’t need words. Even if tonight he pushed you a bit further your limits, he still knows them.

“You’re close, I know. It’s getting a lot, babe. Don’t worry, come for me one last time, okay?” He reassures you, fingers moving to rub on your clit, watching your eyes snap open. That’s the last drop, the orgasm hits you like a rough wave, finally dragging out of your mouth a long, high moan as your back arches off the mattress and your legs still.

“Shit, I —”, Haechan’s words die in his mouth as he reaches his orgasm too, hips slamming faster against you before coming to a stop.

He lays on top of you for a while, keeping his weight off by standing on his elbows, as he kisses your cheeks. “You did so good, babe. I love you so much,” he praises, leaving one last peck on your mouth before gently pulling out and laying on your side.

Haechan doesn’t say anything to don’t overwhelm you, he stares at you, caressing your hair and cheek, and only when you shift closer to hug him, he speaks up. “Are you okay?”

You nod, still whimpering as you feel sensitive. “Good.” You’d say more but you fear you won’t be able to make a phrase that makes sense soon.

“Was it a lot?”

You shake your head, forcing yourself to explain what you mean. “Yes but no. It was — it was good.”

Haechan chuckles, “It’s alright, it’s alright, let’s not do too much now. I just wanted to check in, you can put your brain to rest again. We can bathe and then worry about the rest tomorrow.”

You smile brightly, feeling so comfortable he doesn’t find you weird, and kissing him again. “Big tub, please.”

Haechan lifts you up, starting to walk out of the room. “Yes, in the big tub, I think you deserve it after everything.”

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years

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We've been blessed 🥴

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h34rtbeat · 1 month

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MY DILEMMA

pairings: bf!doyoung x side piece!reader

warnings: cheating, oral (m receiving), guilt, doyoung cries, afab reader.

note: was listening to baby don’t like it and I got inspired 😕 I MIGHT. just do a second part with mark

nsfw under the cut

It took doyoung a lot of time to understand what he was feeling.

He didn’t get it, how could he be so infatuated with you? He had a girlfriend, so it didn’t make sense how he was thinking about you.

He felt overwhelming amount of guilt, yet an overbearing amount of arousal. He could see the way your body moved, and he hated how his eyes would drift to it.

doyoung liked you. that was his issue. it became his dilemma, trying to wash his clothes of any smell of you. but he liked your scent.

he liked your lipstick, he liked your gentleness, he liked how fond you were of him. he really, really liked you.

he knew how his girlfriend felt about you. some random girl, with her perfume, the perfume that always lingered on his clothes.

“I don’t want you talking to her anymore!” doyoung heard his girlfriend yell, in the midst of an argument.

it wasn’t your fault! that’s what he was trying to articulate, but failed to do as he nibbled on his lip in silence.

he saw the way his girl grabbed his phone, blocked your number.

but she didn’t delete it. even if she did, doyoung had your number written down, hidden in the pocket of his jean jacket. she stormed out of the room, mumbling curses toward doyoung.

even as he heard her leave, he couldn’t help but to press the red unblock caller button.

if he had been any stronger, if he wasn’t so weak, maybe then.. just maybe, he wouldn’t have called you up, biting on his bottom lip.

“y/n..” he started, letting out a sigh of relief. he was so happy that you responded! he could hear you settling in your bed. what were you wearing?

were you wearing that satin set? maybe some pajamas, or maybe you wear about to go out, and you were wearing that tight dress again.

and did you spray that perfume? the one he liked so much?

“yes?” your voice rang through the line, his favorite sound. you were so sultry, and sounded so pleased to hear his call.

“can.. can i come over?” doyoung felt his stomach turn, would you be rude and reject him like his girlfriend?

he heard your chuckle, heard the rustle of your jewelry lined hands move a piece of hair from your face. so you were dressed up, for who? it wasn’t him, and that worried him.

“sure.. but why?” you asked coyly, grinning as you listened to his distressed voice.

“m-my girlfri-“ you didn’t let him finish, already sick of hearing about that bitch. to be frank, you hated her.

only ever hearing of her when he was stressed. what the fuck was her problem? she had such a gorgeous boyfriend, and you were going to do what any sane person would do.

and that.. is take him into you, make him feel like no one else can.

“come over.” is what you basically demanded, as you hung up.

oh, oh what was he doing!? he wasn’t thinking right. even as he grabbed his sweater and quickly scurried into his car, he felt his girlfriends disappointed gaze; even though she wasn’t there to even view him.

when he showed up to your door, softly knocking on it, you sprinted, opening the door.

there, there you were. dressed in one of those— what were they called? his brain short circuited whenever he saw you.

“hi” your smile never left, as you closed the door behind him.

“hi” he responded, taking off his coat.

you smelled like that perfume. you sounded like that, you were a walking goddess, someone— no, something he wanted— needed to worship.

and he’d be insane to deny you, especially now, as he buried his face into your neck, tears simply escaping.

you found him cute. you liked how he cried. it was pathetic, but you.. really had a thing for pathetic guys.

“and she- she told me to block you, but i couldn’t.. i unblocked you, i can’t— I can’t just..” his long arms were wrapped around your frame, his tears spilling onto your shoulder.

doyoung couldn’t help himself, he knew this was wrong, crying into another woman’s shoulder.

“don’t listen to her.” you simply responded, though your touch and tone was gentle, you knew, it was laced with malice.

“doyoung, what’s the point of it?” you teased, lifting his face to look at you, “obviously she doesn’t like you. snd you know.. she doesn’t compare to me.”

doyoung blinks. when was his face held like this, so gently? and when.. did he ever want to kiss someone so badly? why did he want you so bad? is it natural to feel scared by a pretty girl like you?

and, why did it feel so good when your tongues mixed?

oh, he couldn’t tell anymore, he didn’t care either.

sucking on your neck softly, his hand lingered on your waist, going further down to pull the tight dress up from your legs to near your hips.

but you stopped him, abruptly. simply telling him to stand up, as you laid your head off the bed. your acrylic nails lifted, undoing his pants, making them fall to his ankles.

he looked nervous. doyoung had these cute puppy dog eyes, that you loved to look up at.

he didn’t know what to do, when his cock was already out, other than shove it down your mouth which hung open. your throat was so warm, so tight. he wanted to cum down it so badly, his hips rocking into your throat.

he felt your tongue swirl, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping him. his hand went down, gently holding your throat. oh, heavens, he could feel himself in your throat, he could see the bulge.

is this heaven? he didn’t know what heaven was or felt like, but he was sure it was your throat.

“mhm.. hah.. i’m.. i think..” he mumbled, and he was fully thrusting in and out of your throat, feeling his balls slap against your face.

he pulled out swiftly, your pretty lipstick smeared around the base of his cock, you were panting, oh you looked so pretty.

he stroked himself a few times, before spraying his seed all over your face, and neck.

he saw the way you closed your eyes, yet let your mouth hang open.

no words but moans exchanged, as he took a picture of you.

“m’gonna break up with her..” he muttered, as he leaned over and pressed a kiss against your lips.

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jaemskitty · 2 months

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Tão Dengosa — Kim Doyoung

gênero: smut

n/a: doyoung se você não fosse um canalha sonso o que você seria?

Cada grunhido choroso seu era capitado pelos ouvidos do mais velho, o incentivando a ir cada vez mais forte, mais fundo, mais rápido.

Doyoung olhava no fundo dos seus olhinhos aguados e via ali um universo de coisas, sabendo o quão insana você estava; longe.

— Puta burra...— Ele sussurrou e impulsionou o quadril para cima, contra suas reboladas. — Shhh...— Te ouviu soluçar e quase gritar com aquele movimento proposital, e se perdia em seu aperto extremo contra o próprio cacete.

Doyoung desaparecia e ressurgia em seu ventre a cada estocada, deixando você completamente bobinha e hipnotizada enquanto mirava aquilo, aquele pau que te fodia e te empalava. Te preenchia e te machucava todinha por dentro. Kim Doyoung era um desgraçado.

Essa era a verdade.

Não conseguia pensar em mais nada a nao ser rebolar e tentar cavalgar naquele homem embaixo de si. Estava fraquinha, molinha, cansada e ofegante. Era uma bagunça de gemidos e lágrimas, aquele arrepio subindo desde os dedinhos dos pés até a sua nuca.

As grandes mãos de Doyoung agarraram-se em sua cintura e quase chegaram a fechar, detalhe esse que te deixava tonta, tomando impulso e você sabia o que aquilo significava; era seu fim.

— D-doyoung...P-papai, por favor...— Entre lágrimas e ofegos tentou alguma coisa conexa, mas não sabia sequer quantas vezes havia gozado ao redor daquele pau que te enchia.

Tão duro e profundo em sua bucetinha. Estava tão sensibilizada que qualquer movimento do Kim seria seu fim mais uma vez naquela noite.

— Por favor o quê, bebê? Me chama outra vez, vai...— Beijou seus lábios e o puxou entre dentes devagar, engolindo um solucinho seu. Doyoung queria te devastar.

— Pa-papai...— Suspirou e tentou soltar qualquer mísero som. Qualquer coisa que te desse uma liberdade.

Contraiu-se inteirinha nos braços do maior e porra, ele era enorme. Você era só uma garotinha desesperada em seu colo, empalada e suadinha. Esbanjando chororô se agarrou em Doyoung.

— Papai...Papai...P-papai por favor...N-não consigo...E-eu não posso...É d-demais...Ahn! — pornograficamente choramingou no final, desesperada, se acabando no pau daquele homem. Encostou a testa no ombro forte do mais velho e ouviu o sorriso nasalado do mesmo, e então se molhou inteira outra vez.

— Porra...Que bagunceira...— Te assistir revirar os olhinhos enquanto lágrimas escorriam e sua bucetinha o apertava era surreal, bem como ouvir os soluços. É, era esse o ponto que ele gostava de chegar antes de te encher de porra.

Com um sorriso ele te abraçou o corpinho, fechando os braços fortes ao seu redor como quem pega uma boneca de pelúcias, deitando então suas costas contra a cama e não desgrudando os peitos daquele abraço.

— Shhh... — Foi tudo o que se lembra de ter ouvido antes de se perder em algum lugar muito longe, suplicando por favor para sabe-se lá o quê.

Doyoung se enterrava em seu interior quentinho como se você pudesse dar conta de tanto, daquilo tudo; e você não podia.

Chorava como uma bebê levando aquela surra de pica que nunca havia levado. Todavia seu papai sabia o que era bom pra você. Suas perninhas balançando a cada investida e os barulhos molhados mesclados com os grunhidos graves de Doyoung e seu choramingado foram mais do que suficientes para que ele viesse.

O homem em cima de seu pequeno corpo então te puxou ainda mais pertinho, como se fosse possível, enfiando-se o mais profundo que conseguia e fora de si ele tocou-lhe o colo do útero e ali esporrou tudo o que tinha e o que não tinha.

Doyoung era possessivo. Com uma mordida entre seu pescoço e ombro ele sentiu cada sensação fodida daquela gozada.

A respiração pesada e os grunhidos ainda eram combustíveis para você, que mesmo inconsciente, ainda de olhos abertos o corpinho reagia com espasmos e arrepios.

— T-tão cheia... — Quase babando você sussurrou, longe.

— Tão dengosa...— Ofegante ele sussurrou, entre um sorriso e outro beijando sua testa suada demoradamente.

#joy things #smut #kim doyoung #kim doyoung smut #doyoung smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct smut #doyoung x reader #hard hours #eu to fora de mim

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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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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.)

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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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ncitylights · 8 months

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Holy Mother Mary - stalker!doyoung

Warnings: brief smut, noncon, pet names (baby and love), angst, doyoung is a bit of a sadist and isn’t as holy as he seems, doyoung threatens reader, knife usage (could be referred to as knife play), doyoung has a huge cock, jeongyeon (twice) is readers new best friend and is briefly in the story, doyoung has a dacryphilia kink (tell me if I missed something 😞 not proofread)

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Doyoung was sweet. Sweet to everyone that he encountered or crossed paths with. Constantly using his manners and giving people bright, cute smiles. That’s what made you love him.

You two were best friends. You both met in church – both age 7 – and being the sweet, friendly person that he is, he approached you first. You’re usually shy so you hesitated to talk to him as well, but eventually opened up after a few days.

Of course, you never had feelings for him, only loving him the way best friends are supposed to love each other, but he was an entirely different story, falling for you back in college. You told him that you didn’t want to ruin the friendship, and of course, he understood that so he didn’t bring it up anymore.

And that’s also when he started to hang out with others and leave you hanging, always making excuses to meet up with other friends. You didn’t like it when he left you alone after promising to hang out with you or come to your house to binge movies or tv shows.

So you started to avoid him as well, only occasionally talking to each other. You missed him more than anything but you thought that this was for the best.

That was all a year ago, and you two stopped talking months prior. Now, everywhere you go, you felt eyes on you.

“God, jeongyeon, what do I do? Everywhere I go, I feel like I’m being watched. Maybe I should go back to church.” You said in between grumbles, your head in your hands as you sat, frustrated and scared.

“Maybe you should. You’re probably just paranoid. Ever since you and Doyoung stopped talking, that’s when all of this began. You maybe miss him too much.” She replied, sipping on her coffee. You both were in a café, talking about work and drama, as usual.

“I’ll go later. It’ll make me feel closer to him.” You replied, lifting your head to look back at her, she lifting an eyebrow, placing the cup back down.

“You miss your Christian boyfriend that much? God, give me a break, he’s too happy for me.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance, clearly tired of you talking him.

“We never got together! He confessed once!” You argued back, loud, but not loud enough to attract attention to the table.

“Whatever. Something about him doesn’t sit right with me. He gives me bad vibes.” She said, gathering her things, clearly ready to leave.

“Where are you going, jeong?” Your gaze follows her as she walk by you, your tone clearly confused and surprised.

“I have to get to work. My boss texted me before our get together and told me to come in,” She replied, a soft smile coming across her face as she kisses your cheek, the kiss not surprising you because that was the way you both said goodbye to each other.

“I promise you that I’ll text you later, mhm? Be careful.” She finished before leaving, leaving you all alone.

Sighing softly and grabbing your things, you left the café not long after her, walking to your car. As you hopped inside, setting all of your belongings down, that’s when you felt it. The cold feeling of being watched. You sighed, thinking nothing of it as you closed the car door, backing out of the parking lot and driving onto the road.

Today was gonna be a long day.

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The church looked different from the last time you visited. Veins all around the building and in need of a pressure wash. Still, the church was your childhood.

You walked into the building, looking around immediately, a smile spreading across your face. The church still had the Jesus and Mary adorned walls, the statue of Jesus on the wall behind the alter, and the freshly polished pews. It almost made you feel like you were younger. You walked farther into the church, but something felt off..

“Reminds you of our childhood, huh?” A voice behind you said, the voice making your hairs stand on end. You turned around and just as you thought, your childhood best friend was there. He looked different. His natural black hair a bit messy and features more sharp and pointed. He still had the rosary that you gave him when you both were younger, which warmed your heart. He walked closer to you, an unknown glint in his pretty eyes.

“You still look the same from the last time I saw you, __.” He said, looking you up and down before licking over his lips, which slightly made you uncomfortable.

“I’ve been thinking about you so much, love.” He continued, walking even closer, causing you to back up, your back hitting the alter after a while.

“Following you everyday, waiting for the perfect time to get my hands on you. Waiting to get back at you for breaking my heart. I’ve been nothing but a sweetheart to you and you say that you don’t wanna be with me?” He grabs both of your wrists, turning you around before bending you over the cold alter.

Fear filled your eyes as you put the pieces together, understanding his true intentions. You open your mouth to scream but just as you do so, you feel something cold and sharp across your neck.

“Fucking scream and I’ll slit your pretty throat, understand?” He said as he put the knife back away and pulled your pants and panties down, holding your wrists with just one of his hands. You nod quickly so that you wouldn’t have any more problems with him. You can hear his buckle being undone and his jeans and boxers being pushed down his legs. You gag in disgust as he slaps his huge cock on your ass, a throaty chuckle erupting from him as he brings his fingers down to your cunt, rubbing small circles on your clit.

You bite your lip to keep quiet, refusing to give in to him. He grinds slowly, rubbing his cock on your perky ass. You glance down in complete disgust as Doyoung smacks your cunt, ripping a scream from your mouth, the beads of his rosary clinking together.

“There you go, baby. So fucking wet, I could never tell that you were scared to begin with.” He said with a fake coo, pushing his cock into your cunt, a disgusting, obscene squelch sounding in the echoey church. You begin to cry as he grabs your face, turning it to the Jesus statue in the front of both of you, the tears running on his soft, veiny hands.

“So pretty when you cry.” He groans out, pulling back before thrusting into you hard enough to knock the breath out of your body.

“How about we give him a little show, hm?”

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luvyeni · 11 months

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dojaejung smut ???

DREAM TEAM ; DOJAEJUNG

pairings. roommates!dojaejung x fem!reader

wc. 1.7k

warnings. oral (f and m. receiving) slapping , anal , unprotected sex , degradation , HEAVY dirty talk

i hope you enjoy it <3 !

after a drunken confession , you find yourself in a predicament with your roommates.

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you weren't sure what had shifted with your bestfriends/roommates , but you could definitely sense something was different with them after the party you guys attended about a week ago. they'd watch you like a hawk, eyeing you up and down with this look in their eyes — a look you couldn't make up.

you tried to ignore it at first , pushing it to the back of your mind thinking maybe you were just overthinking things , but it was hard to when they were constantly burning holes into your skin with their eyes , like right now. you were trying to watch the movie , like you guys every week — but you kept getting distracted by the constant stares from your friends.

"what is it?" you spoke up , they all turned to you. "did i do something wrong , are you guys mad at me or something?" jungwoo who sat at the end of the couch spoke up first. "you didn't do anything bub , why do you ask." you looked down at your fingers. "all week you guys have been acting weird , every since the party."

"you don't remember the party do you?" jaehyun said. "on the way home." you sworn you could've seen him smirk. "i was pretty drunk , i don't really remember that night." you could never hold your alcohol , you began to think about everything you could remember. "i told you she didn't remember." doyoung said. "remember what?" had you offended them?

"princess , you confessed a few dirty sins of yours." jaehyun's words made your eyes widened. "li-like what?" something told you not to get drunk , you knew it never worked out well , and it alwayd came back to bite you in the ass. "oh , just that we're your dream foursome." you definitely saw his smirk now. "and that you touch yourself to the thought of us fucking you." jungwoo said , your face was red.

"i-i did?" you were so embarrassed , living with three insanely attractive guys , you were bound to have thoughts , especially when they often walked around without shirts on , and jaehyun insisted on wearing those god forsaken grey sweatpants — but you didn't want them to know that you had these thoughts about them.

"nothing we didn't already know though , these walls are very then , and you are very loud baby." the way doyoung spoke sent shivers down your spine. "and those shorts you're always wearing , it's so obvious you want to be fucked." you bit your lip, he's really airing out all your dirty laundry like that. "look at you thinking about it right now , i bet your pussy is drenched right , come sit." doyoung called you over, patting his lap.

you crawled into his lap , he grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs , locking them with his own. "be a good girl." he whispered in your ear , kissing your neck , leaving little marks. "d-doyoung." you squirmed in your seat , not noticing jaehyun had gotten up from his seat , and in between your legs , until you felt him tugging at your waistband. "let's get these off , so i can finally get a taste." you lifted your hips up , letting him pulled them down.

"fuck , she soaked through her panties." he groaned , you whimpered as he ran his finger down your slit. "jae-jaehyun." he left little kisses on your clit , patting your folds softly , before pulling your panties down your legs. "such a pretty pussy." he groaned , diving in like a man who hadn't eaten. "of fuck , jaehyun." you moaned as he licked your folded. "come on , let's get this off." jungwoo , lifted your shirt over your head , your tits dropping due to lack of a bra.

"been wanting to suck on these ever since you moved in." he brought his mouth to your nipple sucking on it. "that feels good princess?" doyoung toyed with your other nipple. "gonna be a good girl and let us all fuck you? hmm? " you nodded , throwing your head back against his shoulder , letting pleasure take over you. "m-more please , i need more." jaehyun detached his mouth from your pussy , stringing your clit. "really , you have three of us touching you , and you still need more , i told you our pretty little roommate was a just a little slut in disguise." you moaned , your hole clenching over nothing.

"you're our slut though , right baby?" jungwoo asked, you nodded mind cloudy , doyoung grabbed your chin. "use your words." his voice demanded. "y-yes , please do something." jaehyun pushed then tip of his finger in your hole. "good girl." he pushed his whole finger on. "fuck , she's so tight." he slowly pushed his finger in and out your hole. "i think she's gonna cum already."

you felt doyoung's cock against your ass , wishing he was inside you. "you feel it baby , feel my fat cock , gonna take it like a good girl?" you nodded. "fu-fuck yes , i need it." you felt your orgasm approaching. "jaehyun, i-im gonna cum!" you squealed as he sped up , his fingers roughly fucking you. "cum for me princess , cum all over my hand." your mouth dropped open as you came. "so fucking pretty." jungwoo finally letting your nipple go , your breast were so sore and sensitive now.

doyoung picked you up , holding you in his arms taking you to your room , the others following behind you , stripping themselves of their clothes. "good fuck you real good baby." he threw you on the bed. "treat you like the slut you want to be treated like." they all climbed on the bed. "gonna let us ruin you for other men , make so you only want to fuck us." jungwoo manhandled you into position , your ass up in the air. "answer him princess." jaehyun slapped your face. "y-yes please fuck me." you moaned.

"i want her pussy , been waiting too long." doyoung laid down , letting you climb on top of him. "i really want that pretty mouth on me baby , gonna let me fuck your throat?" jaehyun stroked his cock , slapping it against both your cheeks , your mouth water at the sight of his cock. "so cock drunk already princess , go a head , put it in your mouth." he pressed his tip on your lips , you parted them , taking him into your wet cavern. "oh fuck." he groaned.

doyoung lifted your hips , his tip pressing at your hole. "your pussy is already sucking my cock in." he slowly inched you down on his cock , letting himself drag along your throbbing walls. "your pussy feels like heaven." he moaned , lifting your hips up , slamming you down on his cock making you squeal around jaehyun , allowing him to force his cock even more down your throat , you gagged and gurgled around his cock. "damn princess , you're making such a mess , drooling on my cock like a whore."

you felt jungwoo's finger pressing against your other hole. "you ever had someone here bubs?" he pushed his finger tip inside your puckering hole. "can i?" you hummed around jaehyun's cock. "good girl." he spat on your hole, lubing your hole , before slding his cock in between your ass. "gonna fuck this pretty ass." he slowly pushed his tip in , your eyes widened at the stretch. "so tight." he slowly fucked himself into your ass. "fucking squeezing me."

you were completely full and pliant , letting them use your holes anyway they wanted. "such a fucking whore , letting us -fuck- use you like this." doyoung fucked up into you. "we could always hear you fucking yourself , the way you'd moan our names , thinking we were sleep , coming out the next morning acting all innocent." you could barely moan , jaehyun cock fucking your throat. "gonna let us use you whenever we want for now on , be our own personal cocksleeve?"

your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "or pretty brainless slut , filled up all her holes now she can't think." jaehyun chuckled , he was basically holding you up by your head , fucking your face. "her ass is fucking choking my , cock -shit- gonna fill it with my cum." jungwoo groaned , him and doyoung used your holes , both of them roughly fucking them , your body was so spent , your orgasm slowly creeping up to you.

"gonna cum for us slut , make a fucking mess." jaehyun slapped your tear stained face , your eyes fluttering. "fuck she looks like she's gonna pass out." he pushed your head all the way down , you gagged letting his cum fill your throat , pushing your head off , jerking his cock , the rest of his cum landing on your face. "that's a good cumslut." he slapped your face once more.

"oh fuck , im cumming!" jungwoo panted , chasing his orgasm. "shit!" he groaned , his cum filling up your asshole , he pulled out , his cum dripping out of you , he pushed it back in , slapping your ass. "keep it inside while you cum." doyoung was the last one , wanting to be the one who finished you off. "come on baby , cum for me , so i can fill this pretty pussy with my cum." he growled into your ear.

you were so desperate to cum , you could barely keep your eyes open. "that's it , i feel you about to cum." he rubbed your clit , sending you over the edge. "fuck im cumming , im fucking cumming!" you scream , feeling your orgasm hit you like a bus "shit!" you whole body convulsed. "fuck she squirted." jungwoo groaned , doyoung thrusted up into you , before he came deep into your womb. "take my cum , fuck!" your body fell slack against his chest , you felt his cock softening inside you before he pulled out of you.

"good girl , you took all of us so well." he moved your hair out of your face. "gonna get you cleaned up princess , let us do all the work , just lay there and look pretty." they all go clothed again , letting you rest , jaehyun helping you bathe , while jungwoo changed the sheets , and doyoung made you guys some dinner.

"drink some water." jaehyun held the bottle , letting you drink from it. "th-thank you." your voice was sore. "good girl." after giving you your food , staying with you while you eat , they let you lay down down , your body finally relaxing against the sheets , letting you get some rest , doyoung turned the light off , and you drifted off to sleep.

they all slowly slipped into their own rooms , they forsure were never gonna forget this day.

©️LUVYENI

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headintheclouds-posts · 11 months

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nct!doyoung x bj please

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

The tug at your hair and the deep throaty moans leaving his mouth told you he was enjoying this.

His body was stretched out on the bed and you sat neatly between his legs, mouth full as you greedily work on his member.

‘This feels amazing’

You press your tongue against the base of his shaft and work your way upwards which caused his hips to buck further into your mouth.

You continued working your way up and down his member, taking in as much as you could with each bob of your head.

His grip on your hair didn’t waiver and you could feel his legs shake every now and then in sheer pleasure.

‘Oh baby, this is amazing’ his raspy voice stuttered as you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking harder against him. You couldn’t help the way you groaned yourself against him, he tasted so good, you just wanted to lap him up and drink him dry.

You quickly learnt the way his body reacted to certain movements of your mouth and tongue, like the way he whimpered when you sucked hard on the tip, causing a popping sound when you released it, and because you knew his body so well, you knew when he was close.

His exquisite moans grew louder and he was jutting his hips further up, pushing himself more and more into your mouth, making your eyes water from the fullness. Words continued to spill from his pretty lips as he got closer to the edge.

‘Please….baby please’ his voice barely audible as he spoke through clenched teeth.

You couldn’t help but flutter your eyelashes up to take a good look at him, whilst trying to keep up your pace.

His eyes were tightly screwed shut and his body was glistening in a sweaty sheen, he looked so hot, so beautiful and you couldn’t help but feel a proud that it was you that was making him feel this good and you wanted to bring him to his climatic finish.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and used your hand to stroke him whilst you still worked away with your wet mouth, moving faster and more eager than ever.

Within seconds your mouth was filled with warm liquid as satisfied grunts escape his mouth.

He rolls his head back against the headboard of your bed unable to move.

‘That was incredible’ he whispers, trying to find his voice again.

‘Why thank you’ you respond crawling up the bed to be enveloped in his arms, exhausted but happy.

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meowniee · 1 year

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I... i cant stop thinking about being slow deeeeep fucked by doyoung. He is a gentleman, so he will start a passionate sex, with beautiful sexy hip movements, burying his dick until it touches the end of your pussy, pressing it foward, with his balls squeezed in your rim. Deep groans right in your ears, kissing your neck, your cheecks, and his big hands all over your body, worshiping all your exogenous points, squeezing your tights, your boobs... he will just be all over you, everywhere and all the time.

When he feels near to cum, he will hold your whole body really close to his, with a hand in your nape so you can keep your head really close to his neck comfortably. He will fuck your faster and gently moan with high pitches. When he cums he will be kissing your deeply, holding your jaw, muffling his and yours sounds inside your mouths. He will keep fucking you gently and slow until you both return to reality, kissing a your face ans your neck with gentle pecks. He his the kind to continue inside you until he goes soft.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #meowniee thoughts #nct hard hours #kim doyoung smut #doyoung smut #nct 127 scenarios #nct127 hard hours

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writemekpop · 1 year

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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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ncityprincess · 10 months

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“stay. still.” doyoung grits through clenched teeth. he watches with dark, sharp eyes as he presses the wand vibrator harder against your aching clit. he has your delicate wrists tied to the black bed posts. your head thrashes back and forth, trying to do anything to alleviate some of the overstimulating pleasure.

you let out a strained cry, well, the best cry you could muster with the ball gag taking up all the space in your mouth. you’ve been at this for at least an hour now. you weren’t sure how many times you came. you weren’t even sure if you were here on earth right now.

“huh? what was that? i can’t hear you. i can’t hear you because you couldn’t keep that slutty mouth of yours shut, so i had to shut it for you. isn’t that right darling?” his voice is laced with fake kindness. but you know by now that he is anything but kind when it comes to the bedroom.

it’s true, he had asked you to be quiet in the beginning of his little torture session. and you had tried your best to listen! but after your second orgasm, you couldn’t help all of the moans that tumbled out of your mouth. you knew by now that doyoung had absolutely no tolerance for disobedient sluts. so had no choice but to gag you.

you let out another muffled whine and bucked your hips against the wand. doyoung tsked and held your abdomen down with his large hand. you had nowhere to go. nowhere to hide. doyoung always got what he wanted in the end. all you could do was throw your head back and squirt all over the bed sheets, for the umpteenth time that night.

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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okay so can i request for a drabble just the tip, overstimulation, in front of the mirror ++ college bestf doyoung (where they both like each other but too scared to admit because they thought it will ruin their friendship) to lovers 🫶🏻 thank u!

w!: just the tip (so dubcon?), fingering, overstimulation, mirror s*x, unprotected s*x

a/n: i wasn't sure in what order you wanted the confession and the sex scene so i hope it's fine like this!

Most people say you and Doyoung look like a couple and act like one, a comment you get so often it’s almost getting tiring to laugh it off and reply ‘we’re just friends.’

It’s not like you aren’t. Since you’ve met in the first year of college you two can’t stay away from each other but things are getting a bit complicated. The more time passes, the more you realize you two do act like a couple, you do things a couple would do, and you came to terms with the fact that your heart beats like it would do for a lover. And while you’re sure he cares about you, you’re not sure he loves you. And also, you’re not sure it will work out, what if a confession will ruin everything?

Sex should scare you even more, right? Yet, here you are, sitting on the edge of Doyoung’s bed between his legs while he keeps them open and moves his fingers on your clit in quick motions.

It wasn’t an everyday thing, it happened… sometimes, when exams were having the best on you, stressing you out, and you had none else to have some fun with. It made sense, you both trusted each other, there were no other reasons to be this close.

“Doyoung,” you cry out, throwing your head back but a light slap on your thighs reminds you he wants you to watch. So you force your neck up again and look at yourself in the mirror. It’s embarrassing how turned on you are, a fucked-out expression on your face already, your chest panting, and your wetness staining the bedsheets and the floor.

“What? It’s just your second,” he chuckles, looking into your pleading eyes through the mirror as his two fingers make their way into your wet pussy again, dragging a moan from your mouth.

“I will come again,” you cry out, already feeling the knot in your stomach.

“Good, so we’ll go for the third,” he smirks, starting to move his fingers faster while his thumb rubs against your clit, successfully making you come again.

Your back arches and Doyoung has to hold you down with his other hand to don’t make you fall on the floor.

“No, I can’t,” you whimper when his fingers don’t stop moving even after the third orgasm dies down.

“Shh, you can, just one more for me. You’ve been so stressed lately, you deserve this,” he coos, kissing your neck, and caressing the skin of your hips where he’s holding you.

You hum and nod, more to convince yourself you can do it, and try to stare in the mirror. The view and lewd sounds filling the room, making your body burn up both in shame and excitement. And before you know it, you’re coming another time.

What you don’t expect is to feel Doyoung’s dick prod at your entrance.

You can’t even say anything, you just stare in shock, moving your gaze back and forth between the mirror and your legs.

“I still have to come.”

“I can – I can take care of it, let me,” you mumble, moving to stroke his dick, making him roll his head back immediately.

“Just the tip, baby. I promise,” Doyoung says, moving your hand away to position you how he wants you. He makes you lay on the bed, head dangling so you can still look in the mirror before he pushes his head against your entrance another time, making you whine when it brushes against your sensitive clit before pressing into you.

Your head lifts when he pushes in, keeping his promise, and brings his fingers to your clit, moaning against your ear when you clench around him.

“Look in the mirror,” he orders, fingers rubbing quick circles on you, making it harder for you to find the strength of keeping the focus on your bodies in the reflection. “See how pretty you are just for me?” He asks, nibbling your neck.

Your walls squeeze him even more at his words and he can’t help but push further into you, making you gasp. “Doyoung,” you cry out, shaking your head as you stare between your legs. “Too much, too big.”

“Please, babe, just a bit more,” he coos, “you can take it.”

You gasp for air when his thick length stretches you more, rubbing against your already sensitive walls, making you come another time.

“Fuck,” he moans when your orgasm makes it impossibly tight for him, and he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but slip into you completely, bottoming in, watching the expression on your face. It feels overwhelming but you can’t lie and say you’re not loving it. “I won’t take long, I promise.”

You hum mindlessly, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as you focus on the pleasure that never stopped running in your veins.

“Turn over,” Doyoung orders, pulling out of you, not waiting for you to follow the order and just, not so delicately, flipping you around. “Look at my eyes through the mirror,” he says as he fucks into you again, holding a hand around your neck to support it up.

“You’re so hot,” he praises. “Taking it all even if it’s getting a lot for you.” His hips are rapidly chasing the high and when he forces your ass up so he can still have access to your clit, you stop connecting with the world, the room is spinning and you know the next orgasm will knock you over. And that’s exactly what happens, when Doyoung comes inside you, the only thing you can still make out are his moans and praises and yet they seem so distant from you, and then your vision goes black.

When you wake up, you’re cleaned and dressed in his clothes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask as soon as your eyes focus again and you make out Doyoung’s face, he’s sitting next to you, phone in hand but he’s staring at you and looks absorbed in his thoughts.

Doyoung shrugs, diverting his gaze, but you’re quick at cupping his chin and turning his face to look at you.

“So? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I was just… thinking.”

“Thinking about?” You ask, tilting your head.

Doyoung exhales deeply, following your hand with his eyes before meeting your gaze. “Us.”

You’re a bit taken aback, still shaken from the too many orgasms and the nap. “And?”

“Okay, you know what? I have to say it, I don’t care if I will screw it all up, I mean, I do, I do care because I can’t live without you, but I think it’s worth the risk,” he starts ranting, and it would make you laugh if only you’re heart wasn’t racing in anticipation. “I love you.”

You’re speechless, looking at him with wide eyes and mouth, feeling the room spin and your legs weak.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said it, I knew it, I’m a dumba-”

His words get cut out by your lips crashing against his, and your hands wrapping around his cheeks to pull him close, and after the first surprise, he kisses you back, pushing you closer, pressing a hand on your back.

“I love you too,” you whisper when you pull away.

“You do?” Doyoung asks, still surprised as if you didn’t just kiss him and confessed. When you nod, he keeps talking. “I was so afraid of ruining our friendship, I’ve been keeping my feelings to myself for so long.”

You smile, caressing his cheeks. “Me too. Luckily we won’t have to hide it anymore.”

#anon answered #doyoung hard hours #doyoung smut #kim doyoung smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct hard hours

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