m.list !!
lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):
[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]
jo jinho:
ko/go shinwon:
yeo changgu (yeoone):
yanan:
[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]
yang hongseok:
adachi yuto/yuuto:
kang hyunggu:
[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]
jung wooseok:
kim hyojong (e'dawn):
i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.
all members:
kim hongjoong:
[ran away to the studio to work on something]
park seonghwa:
[poor mama can't catch a break]
jung wooyoung:
[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]
jeong yunho:
[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]
song mingi:
[just being happy little mufasa]
kang yeosang:
[ordering as much chicken as he can]
choi san:
[being a sex demon again]
choi jongho:
[breaking apples and singing tears]
moon taeil:
[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]
qian kun:
[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]
seo johnny:
[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]
lee taeyong:
[febreezing all the fucking dorms]
kim doyoung:
[he's hiding in his room]
kim jungwoo:
[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]
dong sicheng (winwin):
[running from taeil's monstrous love]
nakamoto yuta:
[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]
jung jaehyun:
[he's preparing to work overtime]
chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):
[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]
wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):
[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]
na jaemin:
[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]
xiao dejun (xiaojun):
[jasmine is really muscular]
wong kunhuang (hendery):
[he's in macau touring with big byung]
liu yangyang:
[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]
zhong chenle:
[flexing his money again]
huang renjun:
[he's planning the death of a dream member]
lee mark:
[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]
lee jeno:
[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]
jung sungchan:
[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]
lee donghyuck (haechan):
[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]
osaki shotaro:
[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]
park jisung:
[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]
moon hyunbin:
[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]
choi seokwon (tan):
[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]
kim byeonggun (hwi):
[cupid is making him do secretary work]
terazono keita:
[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]
yeom taegyun (tag):
[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]
gil dohwan:
[he's yodeling..somewhere]
park sungwon (won):
[snuck out for a poetry slam]
son seungjun (castle j):
[producing some type of track]
nam seungmin (bic):
[he's not a pen, promise]
song minjae:
[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]
no huijun:
[getting a black belt in taekwondo]
bang junhyuk (win):
[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]
lee hangyul:
[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]
park junseo:
[he's dancing his bones off]
jeon minwook (j-min):
[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]
jung gun (yoojun):
[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]
kim hyunwoo (muzin):
[trying to meditate before he goes off]
ryu yeongseo:
[trying to become the next twice member]
na gyumin (doha):
[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]
noh minjae (bit):
[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]
nam dohyon:
[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]
lune:
[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]
heechan:
[he's being hyper again...MOOM]
e-chan:
[his mind is blank leave him alone]
yuku:
[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]
junseo:
[lurking somewhere
D1:
[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]
harry-june:
[flustered about something]
teo:
[working out again]
GK:
[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]
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What do you think you’re doing?
Post Date: 5th July 2022
Content: Smut (Slight suggestiveness in beggining) - PENTAGON Yanan x Reader
WC: 3.5
TW?: Dom!Yanan/ Brat+Sub!Reader/ Enemies To Lovers/ College!Au/ Profanities/ Choking/ Biting/ Slight mention of blood/ Fingering/ Oral (recieiving)/ Penetration
Request?: Yes
Masterlist Prompt list
Prompts:
11 - “You’ve pissed me off now”
63 - “What do you want me to do to you?”
66 - “Beg for more”
“Now’s really not the right time to be asking me stupid questions, Yan,” you sigh, trying to avoid eye contact with him, making your way back to your flat after just finishing your last class for the week. Yanan follows behind with his friends, making stupid little comments and asking stupid questions about you and your love life, you hated him. He was cocky and when he was around his friends, he’d be the last person you want to get involved with.
“Oh, the attitude” he scoffs, turning to his friends who burst out into laughter that dies down from them departing from the group, going to their separate flats to do their own thing, leaving Yanan alone with nothing else to do other than annoy you until your patience runs thin. You couldn’t stand to be around him, he really grinds your gears and the fact he hasn’t even grown up mentally in the 2 years that you’ve known him, doesn’t actually surprise you but you wish he did. You were willing to give him a chance until he made unnecessary comments about your best friend, and that drew the line. You loathed him.
“Y/N, you better pay attention to me!” he demands, running up to you to walk with you as you put your earphones in to block him out. He growls to himself, always wanting your attention even though he knows you hate every bone in his body. As you continue to ignore his attempt to speak to you, he pulls at one of your plugs, pulling it right out of your ear, “Listen to me!”. All you could do was shrug and attempt to put it back in but the sound of music comes to a stop when he pulls out your earphone cable from your phone.
“What do you want?” you ask, trying to keep calm with him but struggling. You should be used to his antics by now but every day he pushes it that little further, almost to the point where you contemplate punching the guy. A smile appears on his smug face when you actually turn to look at him, “How about let me come over to yours?” the cheek of it, you couldn’t believe he actually asked that even had the audacity to ask that. “No.” You’re firm with him, walking off but that only makes him angry, in his mind, he wants to make up for it, he’s tempted to actually get to know you, probably because he’s had a crush on you for the last 2 years, but he wanted to start something, knowing you weren’t going to play ball but attempting at it anyway.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” he shouts, trying to catch up with you again to stand in the way of your walking path, blocking any step you tried to make. “Why not? I don’t have to give you attention?” you reply, refusing to look at him, he throws his head back in frustration, grabbing your arm to pull you back, holding it tight as he forces you to look at him, “Please can I come over?” he repeats in a softer tone being slightly more polite, though a smirk makes its way back onto his face.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head, brushing and forcing his arm off you as you try to keep your cool with him, but he kept making you frustrated, so what better than to play him at his own game?. “No. That’s final. Now leave me alone,” you bite, but the anger in your voice makes something tick in him, finding it appealing. His tongue pressed against his cheek, clicking it as he tries anything he could think of, “You’ve pissed me off now,” he growls, in your ear as he walks behind you.
“Oh really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, “Welcome to my world, when everytime I see you I get pissed off,”. The way he clicks his tongue, pushing it against the inside of his cheek makes you a little flustered, realising that you really were testing his patience, it was kind of attractive. Even the glare that he gave you made your stomach flutter, a smirk makes its way onto your face, maybe there could be something to create less tension between you. “What do you want Yan?” you ask softly, staring at his soft and kissable-looking lips as a smile makes its way onto his face, “I want to spend time with you, get to know you properly,” he replies, giving you a little wink that you couldn’t resist at this point.
For a moment, you contemplate it, you challenge yourself, but there was something about his persistent nagging that made you think about hanging out with him even more of an exciting thought, “Sure thing, come over for 5pm then, don’t be late,” you smile, giving him a sassy look before strutting off, making him weak in the knees for you, the way your hips swung as you walked, the way your ass bounced, you, in general, walking away from him made him hungry.
Hours later, you hear a knock at your front door, causing you to freeze on the spot as you tried to apply the last of your eyeliner on, ‘fuck it’s him’ you thought to yourself, a slight moment of regret before stiffening your upper lip, creating the wing and ready to open the door. “My roommate is out until 9, so you have to be out by then,” you mention to him as you welcome him into your flat. “Oh so I have a curfew now?” he teases as you push him into the living room playfully, “So, what are we going to do for just under 4 hours?” he asks, looking around your flat. “Well I was thinking about ordering some food in and watching a film, welcome to my boring life, I guess”.
The way your face slightly drops after saying that makes him feel bad, “That sounds great, your life can’t be that boring,” he attempts to cheer you up, sitting down on your couch, putting the TV on, smiling at you as you giggle, taking a seat next to him to watch something. “What about this show?” he suggests, pointing the remote at the TV, making you notice he’s selected something he gathered you might enjoy, “Vampire Dairies, are you kidding? I love this show!” you gasp, nodding as he chuckles to himself, putting an arm up on the back of the chair. “Now to decide what we have for food, how does pizza sound?” Yanan gestures an OK sign, pouting his lips with a small curl, indicating he’s chill with that.
Once the food arrives, and you get into an episode or two, you’re happily pleased with the reactions coming from Yanan, “Oh Damon is an asshole!” he whines, looking at you who’s acting like he’s cursed your whole family, “Damon is the best character, next to Elijah, who you’ll meet later on in a few seasons” you scoff, wailing your hand. “So you’re into good-looking guys who are absolute assholes?” he laughs, looking at you as you hide behind your pillow, shaking your eyes as if to ignore him.
“You’re an asshole and I’m not into you,” you snarkily reply, raising an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that you were lying, the last 2 hours you’ve spent with him, have made you hate him less, and for some reason, you were even trying your best not to fall for him but that was a losing battle the minute he put on your favourite binge show. It was like he’s completely let go of the side you’re used to and now you’re seeing the real him, and in all honestly, who wouldn’t struggle with their feelings around him?.
As the episode continues, you fangirl hard over your favourite character, and do not realise that your thoughts were being spoken out loud, “Fuck, he could bite me anytime he wants”, all Yanan could do was laugh, slowly getting ideas that he tries to suppress. “What...” you look over at him, before realising you said that out loud, “Shut up,” you cried, but he just laughed, “I wasn’t going to say anything,” Yanan gets defensive as he watches your cheeks turn red, but the way you looked at the character on screen made him jealous, he wanted that attention.
A hand is placed on your thigh and you think nothing of it, being too engrossed in the programme, mainly thinking about Damon sinking his teeth in you, “I could be a better vampire than Damon!” Yanan exclaims to get your attention as you give him a stinking look. “As if!” you cackle, clutching your chest, but Yanan has a serious look on his face now, edging closer to you, pressing you up to the edge of the couch.
“If I was a vampire, would you let me bite you?” he asks sincerely, licking his lips as he stares at yours, making you startled at the sudden question, unsure where to look or what to do. Your heart races as his face get extremely close to yours, “Would you let me kiss you?” he asks, as you swallow hard on what felt like a golf ball in your throat, eyes making contact with him, the hungry look in his eyes makes you feel something, weirdly attracted to his daring attempts, and you couldn’t deny you’re all ready to fall into whatever trap you thought this may be.
What type of game you playing at Yan?” you ask, struggling to get your words out as he bows his head, shaking it, before lifting it back up and smiling, “I’m not playing any games, Y/N. I genuinely like you, I mean, I think I’m falling hard for you,” he confesses, taking your hands into his to show how genuine he was, before putting up his pinky fingers for you to cross yours with, “I pinky promise”. You took this type of thing seriously, pinky promises were your bargaining, and you never did it unless you completely believed the person would keep up their end.
Hearing his confession let the gates open in your mind, flooding it with ideas of how you’ve also fallen for him in the last few hours, and it takes you back in surprise. Who knew that you, of all people, would fall for the school class clown, the bully, you had to be kidding yourself.
“I take pinky promises seriously, Yan. You can’t just use them to bribe me into beliveing you,” you huff, pushing his hands down, getting up off the couch to turn off the TV, grabbing his things and placing them next to you. “I’m not trying to bribe you with anything, Y/N. Why do you think I’ve been obsessed with you all today?” he replies with slight irritation in his voice.Your chest feels tight as you try to fight the thoughts in your mind to let you go along with it but you also had to look out for yourself, you couldn’t let yourself get hurt if he means to do this maliciously to have something on you in college.
“Can you just leave?” you ask in an almost whisper as he goes to walk out the door to listen to what you asked of him, but wants to stand his ground, pausing in his spot before turning around and walking up to you, throwing his stuff on the couch. “What can I do to make you believe that I genuinely mean this?” he asks, with genuine eyes, taking your hands into his once again but all you could do was look at your feet at the door. “I said- You know what, if you mean it, promise me this isn’t a joke. I don’t want to look like a fool for falling for you and then being used as a laughing stock in college,” you firmly put your foot down with him, and he gladly agrees, putting up his pinky, “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N. Anything, I promise.” his tone is soft, smiling as you wrap your pinky around his.
Within seconds of your pinky fingers disconnecting, his lips crash against yours, his hand cupping your face gently as the kisses are small as gentle. He slowly pulls away, grinning with slight blushing on the cheeks, but your emotions were all over the place with this. You weren’t sure what you were getting into but in that moment and time, after years of not having any affection, it made you hungry for something more, crashing your lips against his again but with the intentions of getting all hot and bothered.
His hands roamed your body, detaching from your lips just to come up for air before going back in, slowly edging you against the wall behind you. Once you were pinned up again the wall, he presses himself against you, his hard cock poking your abdomen, twitching for attention as you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
For a brief moment, you contemplate your decisions but thought that you only had one chance to try it with him, throwing anything and everything out of the window as you decide to indulge at the moment. “I need you,” you whimper, breaking from the kiss, your forehead resting against his as he scoffs to himself, “In what way?” he raises an eyebrow, placing a finger under your chin to make you look up at him, panting from the making out as you repeat your statement, “I. Want. You”.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he grins, picking you up as you wrap your legs around him, arms linked around his neck, carrying you to your room, “Anything, just need you so bad!”. No more questions were asked as he takes that information in, gladly accepting and ready to grant your wishes as he places you carefully on your bed before sliding your top over your head, throwing it on the floor before doing the same with his. He takes a moment to admire your chest, taking a breast into one of his hands as his lips reconnect with yours, making you lightly moan, especially when he teases the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“Get on with it already!” you cry as you whimper, “A guy like you should know how to please a girl!” you tease, starting to brat out on him, getting impatient for his touch. “Oh it’s going to be like that is it?” he snarls, biting your bottom lip, drawing a little blood. A hand wraps around your throat as he smirks, his other hand tracing your curves before hovering over your clothed heat. “Are you going to behave?” he asks firmly, raising an eyebrow, his hand pressed hard against your cunt.
All you could do was giggle, taking in the moment and willing to receive any consequences of your actions. You shake your head, “Maybe if you did something I’d behave, now be a good boy and do something,” you sing, winking at him before biting your lip.
Oh, you’re gonna regret acting up for him, as he just pulls away from you, sitting on the edge of the bed smirking at you. “If you’re going to be a brat, then I won’t do anything, I’ll actually go like you asked me to earlier~” he teased, going to grab his shirt before the sound of you whimpering makes him scoff to himself. “Are you going to behave?” he asks again, running his hand up your thigh, all you could do was nod, passed the point of being able to talk, you just wanted something off of him.
“You better use your words, little one,” the way he said that makes you shiver, now willing to do anything, “Please, please fuck me, Daddy!” you cry, grabbing his hand and putting it on your crotch, his face turns dark, lust in his eyes. His fingers tease the band of your shorts, unbuttoning them before slowly gliding them down your legs along with your underwear.
He kneels at the end of the back, leaning on his heels as he smirks at the sight of you completely naked in front of him, exposed to him as your cunt glistens under the light, “Awh so wet for me already, baby girl?” he growls, his fingers gliding through your folds before he spreads your legs apart, leaning down, face inches away from your cunt. He pulls your legs over his shoulders as his breathing whisps over your sensitive clit, making you moan as you grab a fistful of hair.
The first lick he sends up your cunt makes you whimper like you’ve never been touched before, the pleasure taking over your body as you couldn’t help but cry, tears forming in your eyes before running down your face, staining your cheeks with tears, eyeliner and mascara from the pleasure. The sensation of him licking and sucking on your clit gently makes you squirm under him, crying in pleasure as your grip on his hair gets tighter, “Fuck, just like that” you whimper. His small laughter sends vibrations through your clit that add to the stars you thought you were seeing.
After a little while, he slides a finger in, pumping you gently to stretch you out slightly before adding a second, that makes your back fold as you push yourself into the mattress. His fingers curl up inside you, pressing against your g-spot, the combination of this and his lips around your clit push you over the edge as the pit in your stomach creates pressure that you’ve never felt but by god, it was a good feeling. That only increases as he continues to finger fuck you until there’s nothing, he pulls his fingers out and pulls away from your cunt.
“What... why?!” you whimper, “I was about to cum!”. “Not yet, you don’t. Not until I allow you too, got that?!” he growls, putting his fingers in your mouth to taste yourself, as you suck on them. “You’ll have to beg for more, little one,” he affirms, his other hand unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans to pull them down slightly, letting his cock bounce out of his boxers.
You gasp at the size of it, really not expecting him to be that big as you did as he says, begging until your face turns purple, tears rolling down your face as you try to pull him closer to you to kiss him. “That’s it, beg!” he demands, letting you pull him into the kiss, as you continue to bag, whining his name until he makes you gasp, as his cock fills you up with one hard thrust.
This man shows no mercy, pounding into you hard, making your whole body go weak, your walls tense around his huge cock. “Fuck, you feel so good!” he grunts, putting your legs over his shoulder as he presses your knees to your chest, holding you there as his hips do the dirty work. The stars in your eyes increase from the pleasure.
He groans and growls in your ear as you bite onto his shoulder, knowing full well it’s going to leave a mark and a bruise but the pleasure you were receiving, that was the last of your worries. The feeling in the pit of your stomach returns again as Yanan’s pace is steady but harsh, his hips slapping hard into you. The sound of slapping and moaning fills the room, as you start the scream his name in pleasure, the feeling that you’re going to come becomes more prominent as you beg for mercy, begging for him to let you cum, “Please, I need to cum!” you cry, as he smirks, wanting to hold off but feeling himself slowly feeling the urge to as well.
“You have permission, little one,” he growls into your ear, nibbling at your lobe as he picks up the pace a little, making your whole body vibrate underneath him as you cum all over his cock, turning it white as he continues to fuck you hard until he needs to cum. Once he’s close enough, he pulls out, his warm cum dropping onto your lower abdomen, as he pants and groans from pumping himself, letting the last drop fall.
He drops onto you, laying his sweaty body over yours, head on your chest as you welcome it, both panting for air, trying to recover from what's happened. As you let your heartbeat return back to normal, he looks up at you, smiling as he kisses your chest, his hands snaking to the sides of your torso. "I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. I've completely fallen for you," he whispers as you play with his hair, making you giggle to yourself. Maybe letting this happen wasn't the worst idea you've ever had, probably the best.
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