#liu yangyang fanfic

[xomakara]

All About You

SUMMARY | You and your five boyfriends go on a trip. PAIRING | NCT ‘00 Line/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, gangbang, multiple penetration, sex in general, filthy sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6K words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Oh lord…please excuse me as I go dunk myself in holy water.

"Baby, are you close?" Haechan whispered in your ear as he stroked your cheek.

"Fuck, Haechan...I'm so close." You could barely get the words out through your panting breath.

"Fuck, she's clenching down on me!" Jeno groaned, his breathing matching yours, "She must be very close, because it feels like she's squeezing the life out of my dick."

Haechan let out a chuckle and stroked your hair back gently, watching as you bounced on Jeno's cock, taking him all the way inside of you, causing you to tremble with pleasure at how good you felt wrapped around his thick shaft. He moved his hand up from your hip to the small of your back and squeezed gently. "It looks like your body is craving more."

"Mmm..." You moaned and then quickly corrected yourself, "Not that I don't love what we're doing now, but I need to feel something more inside of me too."

Jeno started thrusting faster now and Haechan stopped rubbing your ass to move his other hand to the front of your body, resting it on your clit. He lightly pinched it as he continued moving your hips up and down on Jeno's cock. "That's right, baby. Fuck your little pussy harder for us."

You bit your lip as you rode Jeno's cock faster. Your legs were starting to shake now, which only intensified your need for release. "Oh god, Haechan, I'm gonna come so hard..."

"Did she come yet?" You heard Jaemin asking Haechan as they watched you ride Jeno's dick. There was no mistaking the lust in his voice. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting off on this just as much as you were.

"Kitten," Renjun whispered in your ear. "Does Jeno's cock feel good? Tell us how it feels."

"So good...so fucking good..." You whimpered, feeling Jeno's cock throbbing inside of you.

"Our little dumpling must be close." Yangyang muttered from his spot in the corner, watching you riding Jeno's cock with nothing but a towel covering him. "And that tight pussy of hers is milking his cock for everything it's worth."

"Baby, you look so damn hot right now." Haechan whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses along your neck, letting them linger near your collarbone. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against Haechan's chest.

"Oh my god, I'm coming..."

Your body shook from the waves of pleasure washing over you and you cried out as Jeno began filling your insides with his warm seed. You clenched down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls, but the man simply refused to let go. He kept grinding into you, his dick still hard, even after he had finished shooting his load deep inside of you. As he held himself inside of you, your body shuddered uncontrollably, your face buried in Haechan's chest as you trembled and cried from the blissful aftershocks of orgasmic bliss coursing through your body. It took you several minutes before you could regain control of your body enough to slide off of Jeno and collapse on the bed beside him.

Jaemin came to your side in an instant, kissing you deeply as you reached out to grasp his naked chest. "How does our little Y/N feel? Do you want more?"

Ever since you and your five boyfriends moved in together, your sex life has become a daily ritual of steamy threesomes, late night drunken sessions and even spontaneous gang bangs. You can never get enough of each other and it's all thanks to you being open minded and not putting labels on anything that goes on between you.

To the outside world, you and Haechan were just a couple that loved each other deeply and unconditionally, but that was just one side of the story. They knew about Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang but most people assumed that you were all just friends. And while they may have thought that the six of you had settled into an unbreakable bond, they couldn't possibly know what really went on behind closed doors.

You laid in bed, trying to compose yourself as you listened to your boyfriends talking about how well the night went. Jaemin was whispering sweet words in your ear, praising how much of a good girl you'd been, saying that you made sure to make everyone feel good, how you deserved to have such good men worship you. The others were making similar comments about how they had all enjoyed themselves, but Jeno sounded especially proud.

You smiled softly to yourself and glanced over to see Haechan smiling at you with pure adoration. He was your whole world. No matter how many times you came, or how many orgasms you gave out, you would always return to him, unable to find anyone else who could match the passion you shared with him. Even though he was your first real boyfriend, he would always hold a special place in your heart because he taught you how to love, and trust.

As your thoughts drifted to Haechan's strong arms wrapped around you and his firm lips caressing your skin, you remembered another reason why you loved Haechan so much: Because he had introduced you to the other four men who would change your life forever. You had five men who loved you as their own and wanted to share you with each other, without any rules or limits. And the best part was, no matter what happened, you would always have Haechan there to take care of you, loving you with all of his heart.

"Baby, you okay? Are you feeling sore?" Haechan kissed your forehead tenderly as he replaced Jeno's spot on the bed.

"No, I'm fine...just thinking about tonight makes me tired." You said and buried your head in his chest.

"Ahhh...that's understandable. It takes a lot of energy for us to fuck that tight little pussy of yours over and over again." Jeno laughed as he caressed your thigh. "But don't worry; we'll let you rest tomorrow. We'll go ahead and get cleaned up for now."

You snuggled closer to Haechan, smiling to yourself as you felt Renjun and Yangyang clean your body with washclothes and soap, gently wiping away every last trace of sweat and semen from your flushed skin. As you drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that these five men would protect you and make sure that you always had what you needed, you couldn't help but smile.

"I feel like I've been torn in half." You groaned the next morning, your head on Jaemin's shoulder. "I swear, if my vagina hurts anymore, I might die."

"You say that all the time, bunny." Jaemin laughed. "But you still want us to fuck you senseless, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. You guys are just lucky I'm built like a goddamn pole. You all can use me however you want."

Renjun chuckled as he joined in the conversation. "I think it's safe to say that there isn't a man alive who doesn't want to bend our little Y/N over and take her for a ride."

"Speaking of rides..." Jeno piped up, placing his hand under your chin and turning your head to meet his eyes, "we have some news to share with you."

Yangyang cleared his throat. "Yeah...we talked about it last night, and decided to take a trip to Busan. We'd thought it would be nice to take a vacation together before school starts."

Jaemin nodded, "We all really wanted to do this. You deserve a nice vacation and this is something that we've been wanting to do for a long time."

"Really? A road trip?" You asked, perking up a bit at the prospect of spending some alone time with the guys.

"Really, really." Haechan said as he walked into the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and sat down next to you. "Are you excited?"

You grinned. "Very."

"Okay, great." Haechan kissed you again and then turned his attention to the others. "Well, what do you say, guys? Shall we pack up and hit the road?"

The guys began chattering amongst themselves, discussing what they should bring with them and where they should stop along the way. After they had finally settled on what they were going to bring and where they would stay during their vacation, you stood up from the table and stretched, yawning loudly. "I guess I better get ready for the day. Let me get my bag packed and I'll be ready to go."

"I'll drive today." Jaemin volunteered. "I wanna see if I can break any land speed records."

"Oh yeah?" You asked, feigning surprise. "Should I start counting miles or something?"

He chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. When you're not fucking one of us, that is."

You rolled your eyes. "Is sex all you guys think about?"

"Only if it's with you, Y/N." Yangyang winked at you. "But yeah, we can't get enough of your pussy either."

Renjun nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, same here. Those cute tits of yours keep me up at night."

Jeno nodded his head, "That sweet, tight little pussy keeps us up at night too. That pussy is seriously the perfect blend of creamy smoothness and dripping wet, wet nectar. Every time I taste it, it's like I've died and gone to heaven."

You groaned and buried your head in Haechan's chest as he let out a chuckle. "Man, you guys are hopeless."

They all laughed as you walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. You shed your clothes, stepped into the shower, and stood in the hot water as it washed over your skin. With each passing second, you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly leaving your body and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

Just as you started to drift off, a hand suddenly gripped your hip tightly and spun you around so that you were facing Haechan. Burying his face in your wet hair, he whispered huskily in your ear, "Don't fall asleep now, baby. Wouldn't want you to get hurt. Stay awake, okay?"

"Do I finally get some alone time with my Haechannie? Or will the other boys come in and steal me away?" You giggled softly.

"It's just me, love." Haechan said, grabbing the shampoo and dispensing it into his hands. He lathered your hair. "Just you and me."

"I love you, Haechan." You leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Haechan hummed softly as he continued to wash your hair. "I love you too, baby. Don't forget that."

When Haechan was done rinsing you off, he led you out of the shower and dried you off gently with a large fluffy white towel. Once he was satisfied that you were completely dry, he took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. "Come on, sleepy head. Time to get dressed and get going."

After you had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, Haechan scooped you up in his arms and carried you out to the living room. You watched as he placed you on the couch and hurried over to grab your backpack.

Your stomach grumbled as you looked around the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be occupied with packing their things.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Y/N." Renjun announced.

Jaemin smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, babe. Let's go get some food for you. We'll eat breakfast, then load up the car and leave. Sounds good?"

"That sounds great." You replied and cuddled close to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything, you guys."

"Aw, shucks. Thank you for coming with us." Jeno smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips. "And you know we wouldn't have gone anywhere without you, right?"

Yangyang kissed you on the cheek and pulled you close. "This trip wouldn't have been the same without you. Just remember that."

"I know." You said and gave him a quick hug.

After all of the guys had finished packing up, they gathered around the kitchen table to eat a quick meal before hitting the road. After finishing off a plate full of scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns, you were stuffed.

"Alright, I think I'm good to go." You laughed as you pushed your plate away from you.

Jeno smiled. "Good, 'cause I don't want to carry you to the car."

You giggled and patted his cheek playfully. "Uh huh, you say that but I know you'd enjoy it too much."

Everyone laughed as you got up from the table and followed Jaemin out of the house. When you reached the driveway, you saw the two cars that were being loaded up.

Haechan opened your door for you and held out his hand. "Ready?"

"Yep!" You grabbed his hand and he helped you climb into the passenger seat of the jeep. Before you knew it, you were backing out of the driveway and heading toward Busan.

As the sky darkened overhead, you glanced outside of the window and noticed that the town had begun to fade into the distance. The mountains that loomed over the valley were growing larger and more prominent, drawing closer and closer until they enveloped the entire landscape, making it impossible to see anything but darkness.

Suddenly, the car stopped moving as Haechan pulled into a rest stop. You watched the other car pull up behind you and soon both vehicles came to a halt.

"Y/N!" Yangyang shouted as he bounded out of the other jeep and made his way to open your door, only to bury his face in your hair. "I missed you."

You patted his head. "Yangyang, we were just separated by cars. It's not the same thing as actually being apart."

Jaemin pouted as he emerged from the driver's side of the other jeep. "Man, he beat me to get Y/N's attention first."

Renjun shrugged and got out of the other jeep, smiling brightly at you. "Well, hello there, cutie. How's my favorite girlfriend doing? Being stuck in the car with Haechan and Jeno didn't make you go crazy?"

You shook your head. "Not even a little bit."

"Good girl." Renjun ran his fingers through your hair. "Now, are you hungry? We have a little while until we reach Busan."

"Actually, I am kind of hungry." You admitted. "What do you guys have?"

"There's some watermelon, grapes and pretzels in the cooler in the trunk." Renjun informed you. "There's also a picnic basket in there with sandwiches and other snacks in it. We also brought along a few bottles of water."

"Sounds delicious." You laughed as you leaned back against the seat. "Now feed me."

Once everyone had finished eating, Haechan switched off the headlights and opened the windows. The cool breeze caressed your cheeks and played with your hair, sending chills down your spine. Your eyes fell upon the mountain range ahead of you and you felt an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder as the deep purple of the night sky glowed eerily in the background. In spite of how dark it was outside, you could clearly make out every detail of the mountains as they rose high above you, looming silently in the night air. The moon cast a gentle glow across the landscape and illuminated every path of its journey, leading you through a picturesque wilderness.

You leaned out the window to watch Yangyang and Renjun converse quietly beside you. Their voices floated through the wind and surrounded you as you listened to the hushed tones of their voices. From time to time, they would look over at you and smile warmly, reassuring you with every glance. You blushed at their constant adoration of you and you tried your best to pay attention to their conversation. They were discussing how busy school was going to be when they returned to Seoul.

"Hey, baby. Are you getting tired?" Haechan whispered softly into your ear.

“Just a little.” You let out a small yawn. “But, honestly, it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, I couldn’t possibly ever be tired.”

Haechan gazed at you lovingly. "Good answer. Let’s take over the backseat when we get back on the road. Jeno can take over the driving while we sleep.”

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." You mumbled, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.

As soon as the car was in motion again, Haechan crawled into the backseat and tucked you in beside him.

"Sleep well, beautiful." He whispered softly. "Love you."

"I love you too." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.

For the next hour or so, you laid there in silence, simply enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. Each time you began to drift off, you would hear a voice murmur softly in your ear, always waking you up within seconds.

"Keep sleeping, baby." Haechan mumbled in between kisses. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the casual banter of Haechan and Jeno as they engaged in small talk while Jeno drove. A feeling of contentment flooded your heart as you drifted further and further into dreamland. For once, you were truly relaxed and stress free.

Soon, you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep, lulled by the soothing sound of Haechan’s gentle breathing and the hypnotic sway of the car as it raced along the winding roads. All too soon, you were lost in a state of blissful slumber.

When you awoke, you blinked a few times to adjust your vision and slowly turned to find yourself nestled against Haechan’s firm chest. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively, cradling you gently against him. You took a moment to appreciate the comfort of this intimate embrace. To know that someone cared about you so deeply was a truly comforting thought.

You felt the car come to a stop and heard the door unlock as Renjun entered the vehicle. Opening your eyes, you saw Haechan stirring beside you, taking in your awakening state. He quickly moved his arm off of you and rubbed his face as he sat up.

"I guess we've arrived." He mumbled groggily, stretching out his limbs.

You felt Jaemin climb into the car and lean over, handing you a bottle of water. You took a sip and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're here."

The other guys started to unload the jeeps and make their way into the little house that you rented out for the duration of your trip. When they had finally finished and piled into the living room, they each gave you hugs.

"Morning, princess." Jeno murmured affectionately. "You looked so peaceful sleeping during the drive. I didn't want to wake you."

You grinned. "Thanks, Jeno. I really needed sleep."

"Of course, Kitten." Renjun walked over and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't you worry. We'll take care of you."

You smiled at him gratefully and accepted the kiss. “Thank you. I’m so glad I get to spend this week with you guys.”

“We’re so glad you decided to come with us.” Haechan commented as he walked over and knelt down beside you. “It means a lot to us that you agreed to go on this trip."

"I love you all, you know that right?” You sighed happily. “Every single one of you is my family."

"Hi, dumpling." Yangyang kissed you lightly on the lips. "Looks like you slept well."

You cuddled closer to him. "I did. That nap really helped, especially after that long car ride."

Yangyang smiled. "We're happy to hear that."

He took your hand in his and squeezed it. "How about we grab some food now? I'm sure we're all famished from the long drive."

You stood up and stretched. "Sounds good to me."

"Come on, you guys. Let's go." Renjun called as he led the way into the house.

You followed the others inside and waited patiently for them to finish unpacking and preparing breakfast. Soon, the smell of fresh waffles filled the house and your stomach growled loudly. While you enjoyed the waffles, you took the opportunity to give each man another kiss. They each responded happily, basking in your admiration of them.

While you ate, you conversed with everyone else in the group, laughing and talking merrily as you discussed what they planned to do during the trip. Everyone seemed excited to explore Busan and the surrounding areas and you were eager to follow suit. By the time you had finished eating, it was already past noon.

Haechan pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a map of the area.

"Okay, since this is the first leg of our trip, we're gonna need to take things easy." Haechan explained. " Let's rest for the rest of the day and we'll start our activities tomorrow. What do you think?"

You paused for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Sounds good to me."

"Alright then." Haechan checked the time. "Jeno, let's put some music on. No reason why we can't have a party while we relax today."

Jeno nodded. "Gotcha."

Within minutes, he was browsing through his playlist and humming a catchy tune. As soon as he had selected a song, the entire group erupted into cheers and applause. Even you joined in with them and sang along with the lyrics.

As the song continued, you made your way over to Jaemin and plopped yourself in his lap. He smiled warmly and took your hands in his.

"Now this is a surprise. Why is my precious angel sitting in my lap?"

"Oh, nothing much." You giggled. "Just wanted to be closer to you."

Jaemin stroked your cheek softly with his thumb and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. "So sweet. You might as well give me some lovin’ now."

You obliged him eagerly, pressing your body tightly against his as you pressed your lips against his own. As soon as your lips met, sparks flew between the two of you and you felt your heart flutter in excitement. After spending a solid ten minutes of making out with him, you reluctantly pulled away, breaking the connection between you two.

Jaemin gently wiped away the remnants of your lipstick and licked his lips suggestively. "Now I'm expecting more of that later."

With a seductive smirk, you ran your hands over his shirt and pressed your lips to his neck, planting kisses against his skin.

"Are you trying to get the other guys jealous?" Jaemin let out a small huff of laughter. "Because I think it's working."

"Oops." You pouted innocently. "Sorry. Guess I got carried away. I can't help it when I'm with you all. My hormones just run wild whenever I'm near you all. It must be because of how hot you are. You turn me on so easily."

"Mmm…" Jaemin leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip playfully. "You're right. How am I supposed to focus when you're distracting me like this?"

Your mouth moved away from his, trailing hot kisses down his jawline. As you traced your tongue along his neck, he placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Every touch of your lips against his sent shivers down his spine and heightened the pleasure you both experienced.

"Oh, Y/N…" He moaned as you pulled away. "Seriously...you're making the others jealous."

You looked over at the others and let out a laugh of your own. It appeared that Jeno and Haechan had taken notice of your display and raised their eyebrows. "I think one of them is ready to throw me over their shoulder and carry me to the bedroom."

Jaemin shook his head, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. "Instead of the bedroom..."

"What are you insinuating, Na Jaemin?" You teased.

Jaemin gestured to the couch cushions. "These cushions look very comfortable..."

You dropped to your knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his pants. Haechan and Jeno watched on in amusement as you undid the button and zipper of Jaemin's jeans.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing I've ever seen." Jaemin chuckled as you slid his jeans and boxers down his legs, exposing his erect cock. "You gonna suck my dick while the others watch? Because I don't mind if you do."

"You like it when I get naughty, Jaemin?" You smirked.

Jaemin shook his head fondly. "I like everything about you, Y/N."

With a seductive grin, you lowered your mouth to his dick and placed your lips around it. You gently sucked on his length, drawing small moans from his throat. With each stroke, you would take a bit more of him into your mouth until you had taken all of him in. The room was silent except for the moans coming from Jaemin's mouth and the slight slurping sound of you bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.

Soon enough you heard Renjun's soft breathing as he took a seat next to Jaemin, his throbbing erection straining against his jeans. He opened his pants and began rubbing himself over his own bulge, moaning loudly in pleasure. Yangyang sat on Jaemin's other side, already fist pumping his own cock. You watched as Jeno let out a low moan, growing hard as you continued sucking on Jaemin's dick. Haechan kneeled next to you, his hands already rubbing your sweet aching nub as he praised you for taking Jaemin's cock so nicely.

Jaemin's eyes rolled back in his head as he grew more and more aroused, letting out guttural cries of pleasure.

Jaemin grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up to meet his thrusting hips. Your tongue fluttered across the tip of his member and you could feel his body shudder with ecstasy.

Jaemin finally came with a loud shout, shooting his hot cum into your mouth. As you greedily swallowed every last drop of semen, Jaemin collapsed back against the cushions and sighed contently.

You were definitely feeling horny now. Especially after seeing how pleased everyone was with you, wanting to reward you for doing such a good job. While Jaemin caught his breath, you went over to Renjun and tugged at his pants. "Now I'm feeling generous."

His eyes widened as you pulled out his hardened cock and brought it to your lips. "You wanna go again, baby?"

"Mmm...I could suck all of your cocks right now if you'd like me to." You said sweetly, running your tongue around the tip of his dick. "But now I want all of your dicks. In my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, in my hands..."

Renjun's eyes gleamed with lust as he slid his hands under your short top, lifting it up above your breasts. "Well, isn't this quite the sight?"

Renjun stroked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head up towards his face. "It doesn't matter where you put my dick, baby. All that matters is you feeling good."

You glanced over at Haechan and the other guys, each of them slowly taking off their clothes. Jaemin threw one of the throw pillows on the floor, Haechan taking his position to lay down on it. His eyes were fixated on you, watching as you crawled up his body, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sunk down unto his waiting erection, feeling the fullness of him filling your wet slit.

The smell of arousal was thick in the air and everyone in the room was more than ready to fuck. You couldn't help but feel so damn sexy, wearing nothing but a smile as you lay atop Haechan.

Once you had settled down onto his thick length, you looked up into his eyes. "Ready?"

Haechan laughed. "I'm always ready for you, babe."

You closed your eyes and savored the moment, pressing your naked breasts into his chest. Slowly, you began rocking your hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of your movement with the waves of pleasure that radiated throughout your entire body. Before you knew it, Haechan had his hands on your hips, holding you still as he pounded you harder and faster. You let out muffled whimpers as you arched your back, closing your eyes and soaking in the sensation of being fucked.

You leaned forward, feeling Yangyang positioned himself behind you, his dick lining up with your ass hole.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, feeling both Haechan and Yangyang filling you up. "Yes!"

Yangyang pushed himself deep inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Both of your holes were stretched beyond capacity by the multiple dicks penetrating them. Yet you didn't care. The only thing you cared about right now was making sure all your boyfriends feel good.

Renjun stood in front of you, dick in hand as he guided it to your mouth. "Open up, kitten. Take my cock."

You obediently opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and withdrew, quickly sliding his cock back into your mouth. With a deep moan, Renjun thrust harder and deeper into your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You reached for Jaemin and Jeno's cocks, taking both in your hands and stroking them in unison. With a series of movements, you worked them both to a state of orgasmic bliss. Their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room and filled you with joy. You grinned widely, knowing they were enjoying themselves. You all matched each other's pace; Haechan slamming into your pussy, Yangyang pounding your ass, Renjun shoving his dick down your throat and you fist pumping both Jeno and Jaemin.

Before long, the sounds of grunting and groaning echoed throughout the room, intermingling together to create a beautiful symphony of sex. Each of you became completely lost in the moment, no longer caring who was getting what. Only concerned with pleasing your partners and they pleasing you.

"Fuck, Y/N." Haechan growled, his cock buried balls deep inside of you. "Look at how turned on you are. Seeing all us guys take turns fucking you is driving you crazy, isn't it?"

You nodded vigorously, swallowing thickly as you enjoyed the attention of five rock hard cocks.

"I can tell." He said, bringing his head close to yours. "Tell me, baby. Use your words. Tell me how much you love having us inside of you."

You nodded once again, unable to form any words. Your heart raced and your breath quickened.

Haechan smiled lovingly. "That's it, baby. Feel free to say whatever comes to your mind. Even if it's just some naughty words or an animalistic growl."

You felt Jeno replacing Yangyang's spot from behind you, easing his large dick inside of your ass. "You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"God yes!" You cried, biting your lower lip. "It feels amazing! And your dick feels so big inside of me!"

Jeno pumped his hips, filling your ass with his dick. "How does it feel?"

You felt Haechan's hands come to rest on your hips, keeping you steady as he thrust deeper into you. "So good...fuck. Fuck. Oh god. Yes."

Jeno pulled out and slammed back into you, his body moving in sync with Haechan. "Let's hear you say it again."

"Ugh. Uhhuhu..." You moaned as the feeling of two dicks sliding in and out of you grew stronger.

Yangyang positioned himself in front of you, his dick slapping against your cheek. "Come on, baby. don't forget about us."

You couldn't help but swallow up his dick, Renjun and Jaemin in your hands at the same time. Your lips parted and you gasped as he pushed his way past your tongue. It felt so warm and good, almost surreal. A delicious mix of sensations rushed through your body, pushing you over the edge into another intense climax.

You moaned and whimpered as the world began to spin around you. This orgasm felt like it lasted forever.

Jaemin and Renjun eyes were locked on you as they stared at you from above, witnessing your passion as they coated your body with their hot jizz. Yangyang couldn't help but hold your head against his cock as he let himself go, grunting loudly as his seed filled your mouth. You felt Jeno's dick stiffen before unloading his cum in your ass and Haechan's cock pulsed several times as he finished filling you up with his seed.

Once the orgasms subsided, the six of you curled up together in the pile of cushions, lazily chatting and caressing each other. Soon, you all fell asleep, lulled by the soft melody of the song playing in the background.

You awoke to find yourself nestled snugly in Haechan's arms. You stretched your limbs and yawned widely, looking around the room curiously. Everyone was still fast asleep, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting beautiful colors on the sleeping faces of the boys. For a moment, you lingered, content to watch the guys sleep.

You wiggled out of Haechan's embrace and winced from the aftermath of all the fucking and sucking that had happened last night. As you rose to your feet, you saw Renjun stirring beside Haechan. He lifted his head and blinked several times before looking at you. A smile crossed his face as soon as he recognized who it was.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Renjun whispered. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Your cheeks flushed and you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. "No more gangbangs for the next few weeks. I'm so sore."

Renjun laughed quietly. "Aw, poor little thing. Whose fault was it to have everyone all at one time?"

"Shut up." You pouted playfully. "You knew what kind of person you were dealing with."

Haechan stirred and groggily got to his feet, rubbing his eyes. He gazed at you with sleepy eyes and stroked your cheek affectionately.

"Morning, love." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could crawl into bed and never leave." You answered honestly. "If I ever ask for another gangbang, I need you to intervene. I can't handle it."

Haechan kissed you on the forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling. If you really don't want to experience another round, I'll make sure that you don't. Promise."

The rest of the guys woke up, each asking how you were feeling from last night. You told them that your legs and back were aching but you otherwise felt fine. Each of them nodded solemnly, having been present during last night's event.

"Sorry, Princess." Jeno muttered. "Maybe next time we won't do it all at once."

"I'm banning sex from all of you." You retorted, rolling your eyes. "Please let my vagina rest."

Everyone burst out laughing, happy to see you feeling better. After breakfast was prepared and served, everyone showered and dressed before heading outside. It was a beautiful day today and it made you glad that they didn't decide to cancel the trip. They had gone swimming earlier in the day, bringing you along to splash around with them. You and the others spent the entire afternoon laying on the beach, soaking up the sun and listening to music. At dinner, you enjoyed the seafood you ordered while watching the waves crash against the sand. By the end of the evening, you couldn't help but fall asleep in Haechan's arms, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the waves.

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[rainbowhao]

spilled secrets ♡ yangyang

genre: fluff ⭒ word count: 0.5k

“how come you’re always hugging him?” 

yangyang’s comment takes you by surprise. he raises his eyebrows in question, pink lips pursed as he sips his milk tea. you glance toward the entrance of the cafe; you can see ten’s retreating figure through the window, heading back to practice after a quick lunch.

“are you jealous?” you joke.

he responds all too casually, “yeah.”

your eyes widen. “you like ten?”

yangyang chokes, boba nearly getting stuck in his throat at your ridiculous words. he lets out several loud coughs, cheeks turning red before eventually catching his breath. his hand slams down on the small table while looking up at you, eyes nearly covered by his overgrown bangs.

“what did you just say?” he says incredulously. you’re getting ready to repeat yourself when he bursts into laughter, mouth widening to reveal the gummy smile you adore. “are you serious?” he asks a moment later, taking another hesitant sip of his drink—for all yangyang knows, you’ll be telling him xiaojun’s in love with him next; that’ll really make him snort it out his nose.

you lean back in your seat, head tilting. “i’m confused. didn’t you say you’re jealous? wait—were you just being sarcastic?” you mentally face-palm. you should have figured he was messing around. for all the years you’d known each other, the word sincerity had never been in your best friend’s vocabulary.

this only has yangyang giggling harder. “you’re really dumb, huh?” his tone is gentler than you expect. now he’s insulting you? in a cute way? what the hell were you missing?

the next several minutes are spent in deep contemplation while the two of you finish your drinks. he leads you out the building with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, muttering about you owing him compensation for nearly choking to death.

“don’t talk like that around ten.” he brings a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. “he’ll lose his shit.” he’s grown out his hair at your request, blonde strands matching the pastel shirt he wears today. you reach into your jean pocket, pulling out your sunglasses before offering them to him with a smile.

“weren’t you the one who insinuated it?”

“nope.” he shakes his head. “i’m jealous of you, babe. get it now?” he bites his lip, glancing at you nervously. his arm still hangs on your shoulder, fingers brushing your skin as you walk. your glasses now rest on the tip of his nose. subtlety doesn’t work on you—that much is clear—so screw it. he was tired of dancing around the fact he likes you anyway.

“you’re kind of hugging me right now though, aren’t you?”

he hums, lips tugging in amusement. “i want more than this, though.”

“like what?” your gently push your elbow into his side, directing him further to the side when you hear a car approaching from behind. 

“how about we go on a date?” any cheekiness is gone now. his fingertips graze your collarbone. he continues when you don’t immediately respond. “i’m being serious. let me take you out.” 

this is a plot twist you're not expecting; somehow the idea of yangyang liking his group mate was more believable than him secretly crushing on you. the unexpected revelation of his true feelings has your heart racing, but even so, you still can't help but ask, “are you paying?”

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[00127am]

@ barkingatthemoon best friend! liu yangyang x gn! reader, about sickeningly sweet love confessions, friends to lovers, kissing, lower-case intended word count 2k

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"wanna date?"

it's a question poised in the lull of your favorite song, asked within half of a beat before it's drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of the lyrics and consumed by the canary-esque tone of the vocalist. a tone which has nothing on you, voice sweet and even, every word framed with the melodic waver in your pitch. and when you propose this question, head dangling off the edge of your mattress, that ever-so-pretty voice of yours is nothing but nonchalant. as if you had just asked the time.

from your upside down world, there's a tingling feeling which races from the stretch of your abdomen to your nostrils, forcing you to blink fast and swallow hard. your nose twitches, scrunching and relaxing in a poor attempt to relieve itself of the buzzing sensation. but it doesn't seem to make any semblance of a difference. instead, it begins to throb in the top of your temple, pressing down against the walls of your cranium as if they might very well break down. you're not quite sure if it's the silence from your best friend or your position that's making it hard to swallow, but you don't think that the cause exactly matters at the end all be all.

you watch him with doe eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheeks only to be stuck in the arch of your brows as you blink back at him. you can feel your face getting hot, a blush burning at your cheeks and searing the tips of your ears. this reaction, without a doubt, is from him. not being upside down. not the silence. just yangyang, puffy lips parted and eyes wide.

he blinks obliviously at you, tongue hesitating at the back of his teeth, and you begin to wonder if he had ever heard you in the first place. so you open your mouth to say it again, lips just barely pursed in into the beginnings of a consonant before he's waving you off. "i heard you the first time,"

unlike the songbird singer of your favorite song and unlike you, yangyang's voice is caught in between something strained (tone low and rough as if it has been dragged upon gravel) and hesitant (yet you're not quite sure if you could describe it as that, not with the way that each ending syllable seemed to rush after one another). in all iterations of his voice, this is one that you like least of all. it tells of an oncoming rejection, the thought process of finding just the right words to let you down.

"ah," you're less casual this time, words stuck in the back of your throat, "is that a no?"

"what?"

"i'm asking if you're rejecting me," you clarify, finally unable to take the rush to your head as you sit upright, "my confession,"

he leans forward and if you weren't so preoccupied with picking yourself up, perhaps you would have been flustered by the lack of distance (though you guess that personal space has never been a forte of yangyangs). he raises a finger in the air, gesturing in circles as if to rewind to your previous words. "that was a confession?"

"what else would it be?" the sudden surge of movement forces you to clench your eyes shut, pressure mounting up behind them as if it might spill out with tears. it takes a couple moments of blinking before your vision returns to normal, accompanied by a faint ringing in your ears. "anyway, i thought you knew,"

yangyang sputters for words, blonde hair falling onto his face in a manner that really doesn't help you keep your composure. he shoots you an incredulous look, eyebrows arched and jaw nearly touching the floor. he brings a hand to his chest, tapping as he speaks, as if he couldn't believe that he's the crush in mention. "knew that you're into me?"

"yes," your tone is bordering the line between a twinge of embarrassment and the foundation of irritation that's bubbling at the back of your throat, "i've been making it pretty obvious,"

"not obvious enough," he grumbles, spoken under his breath as he brings a hand to scratch at the bridge of his nose--looking everywhere but your eyes, narrowed in on him with something more akin to a glare than a glance.

you huff, rolling your eyes as you lean onto your arms, flicking him on the forehead with a force much to harsh to be anything lesser than aggravation. "next time i'll make sure to get on one knee to propose so it's obvious enough for you,"

he swats your hand away, pouting as he nurses his forehead. his discomfort evokes a laugh on your part, lips twitching upwards from their previous position held in the beginnings of a sneer. you can never stay annoyed at him, not when he looks like that. an expression that screams pathetic in every way but overt words as he looks up at you. his bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his next words are spoken within a silver of a breathe--desperate and urgent.

"yes, i do. so, so badly"

it's a statement spoken in the middle of one of your songs, tone so gentle that it was almost drowned out by the steady beat of the instrumental. so quiet, that you're tempted to ask him to repeat it--partially to make sure that you really did hear him correctly but mostly because you just want to hear him say it one more time. there's no question about what he's responding too, voice completely consumed by a honey, lovesick lilt. one that you find far superior to any intonation used by your songbird singer or any emphasis that falls from your own throat. an inflection that you will revisit, over and over and over again until any and all accuracy of the memory is lost.

"ok,"

"ok?"

"ok," you repeat, lips quirking into a teasing smile (one he knows all too well, one that sticks to his skin and haunts him with every waking moment--god, he can't get you out of his mind), "what? you disappointed or something?"

he's quick to clarify, rebutting with a dirty look, "no. i just...i don't know. not very romantic was it?"

"ouch," you wince back in faux pain, holding a hand to your heart with a dramatic drawl, "should i have bought flowers?"

"yes, sure, whatever," he acknowledges your quip only to ignore it, spitting out an agreement as quick as he can in order to get to his next phrase. so rushed that you're fifty percent positive that he didn't even hear what you said, "can i kiss you?"

his question makes you reel, feeling dizzy as the words are punctuated with a look from him that's a hair away from begging. and oh god, you feel like you're going to faint. maybe you're still feeling the aftereffects of your head rush. one look at him says otherwise.

"do you even have to ask?" your lips curve into a smile as you answer. a smile that makes his hands curl into tight fists, knuckles burning a bleach white. he's one hundred percent sure that if he doesn't kiss you right now, then he'll explode. though, it doesn't exactly matter in the grand scheme of things as he thinks that he'll reach the same end when he actually does.

and that's certainly what it feels like as yangyang leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. one that he ends only to begin another, more assured and slightly less gentle, less featherlight. he sighs when he kisses you, as if he's been holding back that same sigh since he met you. one only to be relieved by a kiss he has always so desperately craved. he kisses you urgently, like he's making up for lost time. a pacing and utter adoration that makes your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only to emerge from your throat in the form of a quiet whine. a noise that has yangyang practically lunging on top of you, hands coming up to hold your face. slender fingers sliding up your cheekbones and resting before your ears, fingernails knotted in the edges of your hair. and then he's pulling away, smushing messy, lingering kisses all over your face.

his lips are everywhere, on the full of your cheeks and the space beneath the arch of your brow. the corner of your mouth and your chin, your forehead and eyelid. chest against chest, his heartbeat hammering so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if it leapt straight out.

"maybe we should have skipped the confession part and went straight to this," your words are hummed against his face, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut as he lines kisses down the angle of your jaw. your arms coming to hang around his shoulders, "might have saved you from my unromantic confession,"

you can feel him grin against you and you know a teasing comment isn't too far behind. "i wish we did. that was the worst confession i've ever received,"

he makes his way back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the corners before capturing your lips once more. this time, you lead, pulling him ever-so-slightly closer as you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. you nip playfully, soothing over your bite with a passive, lazy drag of your tongue. a feeling that evokes a groan from your counterpart, fingertips digging into the flesh of your face.

"should i take it back then?" it's muttered against his lips, each word spoken between kisses that have his knees buckling, "the worst confession you've ever received, that is,"

yangyang scoffs, words slurred and spoken in the middle of a kiss. "you can't take it back,"

you laugh, a pretty sound that has his ears ringing. one that starts in the back of your throat and ends up bubbling in his, before it's interrupted with a whiny whimper as you pull away. a reaction that nearly has all the blood in your body rushing to your head. you're not sure that sitting up could fix the sensations this time.

instead, you bring a finger to trace along the expanse of his neck. fingernail grazing against his adams apple (which bobs when he swallows, hard, at the feeling of your touch--an action accompanied a slight shiver and unsteady inhale). you continue your journey upwards until you're skimming the curve where his throat meets his chin. and there you hesitate, before flicking your finger harshly upwards. "can't i?"

despite the way in which his face is forced upwards by the motion of your hand, yangyang's eyes never leave yours. they're half-lidded, eyelids drooping down like he's drunk. lips are a vermillion red, puffy and swollen. a small line of spit stuck between the top and bottom and you can't be sure whether that's his or yours. all you do know is that if he keeps looking at you like that, you might just drop dead. they say looks can kill, after all.

"no," he replies, voice hoarse and eyes drawn in soft crescents "it's too late. we're dating, aren't we? you said ok,"

you huff out a whisper of a laugh, expression darting into a grin that you just can't hold back. one that practically threatens to split your face in two as you undertake a teasing lilt. "only because you looked so pathetic when you agreed,"

he wrinkles his nose at your words, toying with a lopsided smile that makes your heart flip. "if that's what it takes for you to date me then i'll look pathetic all you want,"

"i don't think you'll have to try any harder than usual in that endeavor," you remark, shutting your eyes as you lean back onto your palms, "in fact, i'd say that--"

but you're cut off with a kiss, then another, and another, and another. until you've all but forgotten about rescinding your confession, or what you were going to say about him. and the only thing you can think about is him. not that that is anything out of the norm.

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🗯️ i love yangyang so much guys TᴖT i don't even think this is written well because i wrote it so rushed, all in one sitting, because i just needed to get this out of my system. there's something so lovely to me about mundane, realistic confessions and banter that i can't help but think about them all the time. writing this made me all fuzzy and i hope it does the same for you all! ♡

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[ocean-ai]

Day 10 - Yangyang

Pairings: Yangyang x Female reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,327

Warnings: Couch sex (lol), switch reader, (??), dirty talk, cum

It was the morning after Christmas and you were cuddled up in bed. Blankets were keeping you warm as your bedroom was cold. The heater turned on during the night, but it still wasn’t warm enough. You soon realized it wasn’t warm enough because your boyfriend wasn’t lying next to you. Sighing you rolled over and got up. The cold air hits your body since you slept in a tank top and shorts. You shivered, before grabbing a sweater - his sweater, and walking into the living room. 

That’s where you found him, on the couch, playing the new game you had given him last night. You smiled to yourself before sitting down next to him. He paused the game and turned to you, “Good morning, baby.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a sleepy kiss. “Good morning, Yangyang.” His plump lips felt so soft and pillowy, you loved kissing him. “It’s cold without you,” you pouted. 

He chuckled. “I can warm you up,” then he moved your bodies on the couch so that you were sitting on his lap, legs on either side of him. While this may not have been what you had in mind, you weren’t going to complain. 

“Yangyang,” you said, your mind racing at what was about to happen next with your cute boyfriend. You felt his hips move against your own, feeling his cock against your center. Your shorts and panties were thin so you were able to feel everything. You moved along with him, feeling yourself become more aroused with each passing second. Yangyang’s hands were on your hips, helping guide you to where he wanted you. 

Your breathing became heavy when you realized he was hard and straining against his sweatpants. His cock rubbing against your clit through your clothing felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop. But, being the little fucker that Yangyang is, he stopped once he realized where you were at this moment. “Enjoying yourself, darling?” Yangyang said, a cocky tone in his voice. 

He knew the power he had over you and it drove you crazy. You wanted to be the one to make him flustered, but it just never worked. You tried to think of a witty comeback, but Yangyang unexpectedly thrust his hips up, making you moan out loud. There goes that idea. 

Giving in to Yangyang, you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him as you moved against him again. Moaning into your kiss as you felt just how hard he had become. You stopped your movements and took off your tank top, revealing your breasts to Yangyang. He smirked before he removed his hands from your hips and started to knead your breasts. 

His fingers were on your nipples, hardening them. Your nipples were sensitive and every movement he made on them went straight to your core. You moaned softly, your hands now in his hair, tugging slightly. Yangyang latched his lips to one of your nipples and you moaned again, smiling to yourself at how your boyfriend pleasured you. 

You rocked your hips, but Yangyang had one hand on you and stopped you. “I think that’s enough teasing,” he said before leaning his head up to kiss you. He was very hard and at this point, he needed to fuck you. You smiled at your cute boyfriend before you shimmied out of your shorts and he took off his sweatpants. When you were back in his lap, he took his shirt off and you two were both naked. 

You looked down at his cock, his tip was swollen, red and dripping with precum. You locked eyes with him as you wet your hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock, pumping his shaft slowly. As bad as you wanted him inside you, you liked having this sense of control, even if it was just for a minute. 

It didn’t take long for Yangyang to sigh in frustration and that was enough for you. You lined his tip with your entrance and you teased the both of you. His cock head rubbing against your slit and up to your clit. You moaned, loving the way this felt. Teasing Yangyang was always fun, and god did it feel good. But you knew sooner or later you’d both become impatient. 

Yangyang’s nails were digging into your hips and you knew that all he wanted was to be inside you. So you gave him what he wanted and sunk down on his cock. He groaned and threw his head back on the couch, leaving his neck open for you. You kissed along his neck and jawline as you adjusted to his cock. Which didn’t take long. 

You felt so full and complete now that Yangyang was inside you. You moved your hips up and down, slowly riding his cock. His hands on your hips, helping your movements. Yangyang was so cute, but boy did he know how to fuck. He moved his own hips in time with yours, making you moan loudly. 

You held on to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you moved a little faster. The new pace was just what you wanted. As much as you enjoyed riding him slowly, you were beyond horny. Taking your time was the last thing on your mind. The combination of his messy hair, and how he looked underneath you was enough to get you off. 

Yangyang’s cock was deep inside you, hitting you in every right spot. Since you could never really be in charge, Yangyang made sure his thrusts up into you were harsh and intense. He loved seeing you fall apart on top of him. He timed his hips perfectly with yours; you two knew exactly what you both liked. 

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him as you bounced up and down on his cock. He moaned into your kiss when you clenched around him. You felt so good on him that he never wanted this to end. If he could fuck you forever, he would. You felt his cock twitch inside you and you moaned, pulling away from your kiss. 

Your hips were starting to falter as you were getting closer to your orgasm. “Yangyang,” you moaned again. He kissed your neck before he carefully moved your bodies so that your back was now against the couch. Yangyang was on top of you, hooking one of your legs on his arm and thrusting deep inside you. The new position and angle made him hit your spot repeatedly. You were practically screaming at this point and it sounded so sweet to Yangyang. 

You reached your hand down to play with your clit as Yangyang’s hips were relentless. The added pleasure of you rubbing your clit with Yangyang fucking you into the couch had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. All the came out of your mouth was his name and random babbles of how good he was making you feel. “Yangyang I’m so close!” You said between thrusts. 

The image of you underneath him and your hand on your clit was making him close to his own finish. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said before leaning and kissing your neck. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” 

You whined at his dirty words and after a few more harsh thrusts inside you, your orgasm took over your entire body. You couldn’t even make a sound, you just let the pleasure win. You held onto Yangyang as he rode out your orgasm. 

He kissed your lips before he pulled out of you and jerked himself off. He quickly pumped his shaft before he came on your stomach and you giggled feeling it land on your skin. 

Yangyang couldn’t hold himself up anymore and he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. “You’re the best gift to wake up to,” 

He chuckled. “You too,”

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[mondaycoffee]

Paint Nails n’ Get RAILED!

pairing: yangyang x reader

genre: f x m, smut, crack

word count: 16.6k

summary: At the suggestion of Dr. Lee, you find yourself setting up an appointment at Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go, Neo Therapy Practitioners’ very own nail bar! However, when you discover just how freaking expensive it is to get your nails done these days, your tech has an offer that you find difficult to refuse.

warnings: everyone has a foul mouth, so here’s your language warning! yangyang’s a little shit. he has his nails painted + a tramp stamp bc fuck gender conformity. there’s probably gonna be inaccuracies when it comes to pricing, but it’s supposed to sound ridiculous. also some inaccuracies about how a nail bar is run bc i don’t work at one </3

smut warnings: he’s a total perv, some switch!yang elements. [ wet dream: consent is not voiced (please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable, do what’s best for you!), fingering (f), dry humping. ] foot fetish (im sorry, i just had to), oral (f), unprotected sex, hand stuff....

a/n: i am so, so, so, so thankful for z!!! she deserves so much love, and i hope i make her proud! also, sorry abt the length!!! i can’t shut up for some reason lmfao, i swear i only estimated this fic to be 7k at first…

taglist: @bubblegumjeon @mrkis @luxebeautystyle @vantxx95 @ablackbtsstan @multihoe-net @seraphinealana @cheryltooy96 @aquamxrina let either me or z know if you want to be added!

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Previously, on “Step on a Crack, Dr. Lee’s Gonna Break Your Back!”

Taking his right hand out of his pocket, he presents you with a business card. A complete contrast to the simplicity of Jeno’s, a completely black square with red accents. Before you get a chance to read what’s written, he speaks again. “That’s my colleague here at the complex. He’s actually right across the hall.”

Now given the opportunity, you find that Jeno has referred you to a nail bar. “And what is this treat you’re offering?”

“Well, if you’re ever interested in getting a manicure or pedicure, you’ll want to go to him. He’s the best in town, nobody does nail art like him,” He chuckles. “Let me know if you’re interested. I’ll ask him to give you a discount.”

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You stare at the sun from your bedroom window, watching diligently as it falls beyond the horizon. Transfixed even as it paints vibrant splotches across your vision. Blue, green, and purple abstract shapes swimming freely, colors only intensifying when you finally close your eyes and fall back onto your comforter.

Upon impact, you stretch out your limbs to brush the dying beams of light with your fingertips, cat-like, and fully indulge yourself in its warmth. The feeling is unparalleled, the type of relaxation that can be only achieved after working a long day in the cubicles. And it’s here, basking within the sun’s warmth, that you realize just how comfortable your life has become.

Up until a few months ago, moments like these were few and far in between. You were plagued by the pain day in and day out, currents of electricity shooting up and down your spine at the slightest movement, sparking throughout each of your nerve endings. It was enough to make you irritable, and you found yourself taking it out on everyone around you. Without the help of your helpful (read: annoying) coworker, you would have never addressed your issue. You’re not the type of person to seek out help for anything, no matter how dire.

Or, at least, you never used to be.

That was until you met Dr. Jeno Lee, a chiropractor overflowing with sophisticated charm and know-how. His reputation and expertise preceded him, and you cannot doubt its validity even for a second. He did fix you after all– just not necessarily in the way you had initially expected. Did he cure your alignment issues? Yes, ten sessions came and went without a single hitch. Did he blow your back out on the eleventh and every single appointment after that? Also yes.

It is surprisingly easy to get used to an arrangement like that. On top of that, Jeno is genuinely a really good guy. So good, in fact, that when he clarified with you that he wasn’t ready for a relationship and wished to focus on his career, you couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad at him. Sometimes things just happen that way, and you can respect his honesty.

It’s a good thing that you have going on with him, really good. And now that you’ve been properly taken care of, it’s admittedly harder for you to accept anything less. Yet you still seek that kind of quality within other people; you expect it and get let down each and every time. But it’s not like you’re lonely– you still see Jeno as often as you can. However, he is a rather busy man, and you find it difficult to booty call him, even on your most desperate of nights. Not because he is unwilling, but because he works so hard. Your conscience weighs in quite heavily, convincing you to type and ultimately unsend your messages each and every time.

Without Jeno as a secure outlet for your growing sexual frustration, you find yourself returning to the dating pool. A mistake, really, but what other choices do you have? Your free time has been filled with numerous blind dates, men met on dating apps or through friends, coworkers…but all of them seemed to fall short of the mark in one way or another. Whether that be due to their maturity (or lack thereof), or even something as simple as a failed connection, your attempts at finding love come to an embarrassing conclusion each and every time.

Perhaps the most woeful aspect of this whole ordeal was the absence of a fulfilling sex life. With your chiropractor, you found each and every one of your needs met and exceeded with incredible precision. However, outside of him, your suitors were unsatisfactory in, arguably, the most important area: the bedroom. Much to your disappointment, you had a knack for attracting partners who never seemed to know what to do. Men who wouldn’t know what the clitoris looked like if they had an anatomically correct model to compare it to, only fucking to their own completion before calling it a night.

Maybe before meeting Jeno, you would have accepted this sort of treatment as a reality. And just maybe you could have tricked yourself into being happy. But. unfortunately, it appears that lackluster intercourse no longer does it for you, even to the point of faking orgasms so that you can escape from unsatisfactory dates. You don’t even have it in you to finish yourself off when you get home anymore, all but collapsing when you drag yourself inside, feeling hollow and wholly unsatisfied. Despite having been fucked better than ever before, your appointments with the kind Dr. Lee has brought you more problems than you arrived with– the only blessing being your perfectly-aligned back.

All it took was a ring of your cellphone to bring you out of your stupor, and you fish for its location on your bed without opening your eyes. Digits finally brushing the device, you bring it up to your face to squint at the contact. Who would dare call you at this time of night? The moon begins to shine full and unobstructed into your room, a cool breeze rushing in through your open window and ruffling your curtains as you rise to a sitting position. On the third (maybe fourth?) ring, you finally register the name on display– Lee Donghyuck.

You cannot seem to free yourself from him, even outside of work he is rather demanding of your time and attention. Hell, your job should give you an official babysitting title at this rate. Without another second of thought, you tap the green circle to silence your ringtone…noticing too late that you had been FaceTimed, not called as you had assumed.

Haechan, you little– “Oh hey, took you long enough! Whatcha doing? Oh, who am I kidding, you’re not doing…any…thing…” He drags out the last word, eyes roaming your face through the screen. “Oh my God. No offense, but you look terrible.”

“It’s nice speaking to you too, Haechan.” If the tone of your voice isn’t a dead giveaway as to how you’re feeling, you’re sure the roll of your eyes perfectly punctuates it.

You watch as your coworker flops down onto his own bed, brown hair falling back and revealing an unblemished forehead. Producing a snack from somewhere off camera, he crunches noisily with a cheeky grin. “What? Did you expect me to lie to you? Me??”

“No, but you could’ve at least had the decency to sugarcoat it for me. Asshole.” 

He pouts his lips at you. “Come on, what’s a little honesty between friends?”

You push out a loud sigh, letting the device fall to the bed and effectively putting Haechan out of sight. “What were you calling me about anyway?” Rolling over onto your stomach, you switch on your lamp to illuminate your room. “You didn’t call me just to insult me, did you?”

“Oh yeah!” Haechan says, voice now muffled by your mattress. “I was just calling to ask you how your appointments with J-Dog have been going, it’s been awhile since you’ve mentioned him.”

“J…J-Dog?”

“Um, yeah? Lee Jeno? Dr. Dreamy? Your chiropractor? The guy you see more often than your own family???”

You grab your phone to shoot him a disapproving look, propping it up against your headboard so you can see him. On the other side of the screen, your coworker wriggles his brows suggestively. “No, yeah, I got who you meant the first time. I could have gone my entire life without hearing you call him that.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes into the back of his skull. “Say that you don’t understand bromances without saying you don’t understand them.”

“He’s not your bro.”

“Okay, agree to disagree. Besides, you haven’t really answered my question.”

That’s the whole point, you’re trying to avoid his question. “It’s going well, my back is on the mend.” You explain, hooking your thumbnail under one of your front teeth. “We’re down to one appointment per month now. Mostly maintenance, just to make sure nothing flares back up.”

Haechan whistles, “Ah, you’re going through withdrawals. That’s why you’re acting so sensitive, right?”

“I am not.” Okay, maybe a little.

“Well? What are you going to do with all of this free time you have now? You’re a free woman!”

Oh, that’s right! A lightbulb flickers on inside of your head, and you slide off of your bed in pursuit of your purse. From the other side of the room, you can hear him call for you, loudly whining and asking what you’re doing. Despite hearing him, you decide to ignore him in favor of unzipping the bag and fishing through it for the object plaguing your mind– the business card you had received from Jeno all that time ago. You really should clean this thing out once in a while. After a few beats, your fingers finally brush the edge of a black square and you pluck it free from the mess, thumbing across the raised, scarlet lettering– Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go!

Bingo!

You tiptoe back over to your bed, finally making your way back into Haechan’s line of sight. “Where did you go in such a hurry?” He questions, your knees coming into contact with the mattress.

“Ah, sorry about that! I just remembered that Dr. Lee gave me something after one of my appointments.” You explain, lifting the card and waving it back and forth to gain his interest. “You reminded me.”

Within the screen, the man squints at the object in your grasp, trying in vain to make out the letters. Despite not being able to read it, he offers an impish smile, pressing his face to his pillow. “Yangyang, huh? Finally gonna do something about those nails of yours?”

How could he know that? You didn’t even let him get a good look at it! “You know him?”

“Yeah,” Haechan shrugs, bringing his free hand up to the camera. “I go there at least once a month to get my nails shaped.”

His hands do look rather well-kept. Nails rounded and trimmed to sit just below his fingertips, cuticles cleanly pushed back. Who knew that someone like him cared so much about small details like those? 

You tear your gaze away from his hand, deciding to read the card in your hand aloud before sitting it aside. “Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go, Perfect Nails Without Fail? Why is everyone being so cheesy, is this a competition to see who can come up with the worst slogan?”

Withdrawing his hand from your line of sight, your coworker only offers a chuckle at your despair. “What makes you suddenly want to go get your nails done? Feeling self-conscious of your atrocious nail beds?”

“First of all, fuck off. Second of all, a friend of mine is getting married in a few weeks and I’m supposed to be a bridesmaid.” You’re also supposed to bring a date, but you don’t mention that part. “Besides, Dr. Lee mentioned that he could get me a discount if I got my nails done by his friend. Everything just aligned perfectly!”

“A discount?” He frowns playfully, narrowing his eyes at you. “Why didn’t I hear anything about that? This can’t be pretty privilege, or I would’ve at least heard about it!”

You flop over onto your back with a scowl and raise the phone screen to your face, hovering your thumb over the red circle that would end the call. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t hang up on you right now.”

“Because you love me?”

Click.

Your phone, still resting next to you from the call you just ended, dings, bringing your full attention to the texts you receive. Filing in, one at a time, all paired with that same annoying sound.

Lee Donghyuck (work): How dare you 😤😤

Lee Donghyuck (work): I expect an apology by tomorrow. Preferably in the form of a steaming cup of coffee on my desk.

Lee Donghyuck (work): OH and a donut 🍩🫶

You: We’ll see about that! 🤭

You: Goodnight, sleep well!

Lee Donghyuck (work): Night 💤💤

Sighing, you trade the cellphone in your hand for the business card cast aside during your earlier conversation. Upon further inspection, you notice that, while Dr. Lee attached the number for the front desk to his business card, it appears that the telephone number listed on this new card is different.

A personal phone number perhaps?

Well, that would make sense, a nail tech is not exactly a “professional” in the literal sense like a chiropractor. He could afford to be more relaxed in his practice, offering a more comfortable and personable approach to his work. His lack of professionalism is further solidified when you notice that he has each of his social media accounts attached to the card– all using the same handle: nails_by_yang.

You can’t help but feel curious. After all, Jeno didn’t really give you a chance to check him out before you showed up to his office. Yangyang, however, made it easy. Almost too easy. Tucking yourself snuggly under your covers, you allow your curiosity to get the better of you, pecking his user into Instagram.

You’re not sure what you expected to see upon viewing his account, but it most certainly wasn’t this. Of course there are a few pictures of his work, that was to be expected. Some nail art and the like, showing off his talent and progress. And admittedly, it is rather impressive. However, you didn’t expect that this would double as his personal account, displaying pictures of his day-to-day life and, most importantly, him.

Nestled between a picture of a particularly intricate, bejeweled acrylic set and some delicate, hand-painted nail art is a photo of him. Even from the thumbnail on the carousel of pictures, you can just tell he’s attractive and that he’s fully aware of the fact. It’s pretty safe to assume that his Instagram is a key part of his marketing strategy at this point, especially with a face like his. Almost shamelessly you find yourself feeding into the clickbait, tapping on the photo under the guise of curiosity.

The photo’s setting is admittedly plain, just a chair and an unblemished white wall filling up the area where he’s sat. Yangyang, who appears to be at the photo’s center, sits on the lone prop, thick thighs spread alluringly and hips jutting forward to assure comfort. His palm rests at the apex with a firm splay of fingers, sending your mind straight to the gutter. Your eyes rake his body, unabashedly taking in the visual of his gray sweats and plain white tee– nothing too daring,but fitted enough to entice. Paired with dyed-gray hair and “fuck me” eyes, you just know that this guy is gonna be a problem.

When you’re finally able to pull your gaze from the photo, you shake your head in an attempt to ground yourself. There’s no way you’re going to be able to face him confidently tomorrow with the thoughts consuming your tired mind. You swipe out of the app entirely and turn off your phone, switching off the lamp on your bedside table and surrendering the room to darkness…blissfully unaware that you misclicked on the way out, changing the color of the heart on the post from white to red.

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Your eyes flutter open as a cool, steady hand runs up your bare torso, leaving a flood of goosebumps in its wake.

Night maintains its claim on your bedroom, full moon the only light source within. You lay tucked warmly underneath your blanket, and, having been sleeping on your side, stare out your open window. It’s warm under the covers, but you feel the familiar, chilled glide of sheets against bare skin. Strangely enough, you don’t remember getting undressed. That realization alone should frighten you, but the absence of adrenaline pumping through your veins aids in steeling your nerves. You feel disarmingly safe, but that unmistakable feeling of a palm lingering on your skin, rhythmically trailing up and down, is hard to ignore. As if the person recognizes you’re thinking about them, an index finger dips into your navel momentarily on the way down this time, only to travel back up before it reaches any lower. All breath stills deep within your lungs at the feeling, burning when you refuse to exhale and bring fresh oxygen therein.

Slowly, absent of concern, you turn your head and peer over your shoulder. Curiously making eye contact with the owner of the caresses– the nail tech you’d only seen on Instagram for the first time last night. He’s here, no longer trapped behind a phone screen– at your house, in your bed, with you. You don’t jerk away from him, instead taking this time to commit his visage to memory. Your lack of fear is concerning, you know that you should be scared shitless by now. A man you don’t know is in your bed, yet the only thing you can think to do is stare at him. Classic you behavior. With the help of your lunar companion, your eyes have adjusted well enough that you can make out the poetic details of Yangyang’s face, details that photos will never quite do justice to. 

A pair of eyes meet yours, sparkling with all the stars in the universe but swirling with darkness. His lips are pink, full, and parted with bated breath, exhales fanning hot across your face, and you find yourself drawing nearer to him. Attracting like the opposing ends of a magnet are sealed behind both his and your teeth. Upon locking gazes, his hand, now warmed by your body heat, comes to rest at your hip bone. Gripping firmly as if to keep you there, fingernails stamping crescents into your skin. You hiss at the feeling, finally broken from your trance, and halfheartedly try to pull yourself away from his form. His hand keeps you anchored in place, and you’re unable to move an inch. “What are you doing here?” The words that leave you are cautious, and your voice is meeker than you remember.

The man remains silent, much to your dismay. You’re not sure if he chooses not to answer you, or if he just didn’t hear you, but he presses in ever closer right as you open your mouth to ask him again. Even with the lack of distance between the two of you, you don’t close your eyes and neither does he. You’re locked in a stand-off of sorts with no real winner in sight. An unofficial staring contest is being held, and you’re darting from eye to eye, trying to read his intentions. Before you can even surrender to a blink, he tugs your body towards him and you fall flat onto your back.

For a minute or so you rest against the mattress, the stranger still somewhat pressed your side. Spooning you, yet your bodies are not fully touching. You feel the drag of his pant-clad leg against your calf as he turns further into you, lifting his hand once more. You watch his face as he slowly tugs at the blanket shielding your body, giving you the chance to halt his advances, but you don’t. And again, he touches you, hand rolling over your body like the tide. Pushing higher and trailing down, but never quite touching the intimate parts of your body.

He watches your face with utmost attention, gauging your reaction with each pass of his hand. Heat clings between your bare thighs, and a drop of slick rolls over the curve of your ass to join the growing patch on the sheets below. Your cheeks burn at the realization, clit throbbing and present when you clamp your legs together subconsciously. Nothing audible betrays your arousal though, thankfully, but you find your body keening almost traitorously into his touch. Yangyang’s mouth twists into a toothy, knowing grin, wordlessly continuing his painstakingly slow ascent. Instead of making his way back down again, this time the tech cups the underside of your right breast. Giving it a gentle squeeze and jiggling it, hungry eyes feasting on the way it moves with his guidance.

The cool air blowing in through the window suddenly reminds you of the loss of your comforter and sheet, nipples peaking and aching to be touched. A chill runs through your body, teeth chattering in both response to the cold and anticipation of what’s to come. He offers you another brief, small squeeze before trailing the tips of his fingers ever higher and halting right at the border of your areola. So close yet so far from where you desperately need him. “Hey. Are you going to touch me or what?” You huff impatiently, head turning from his face to watch his hand. Willing him to move with your eyes, hardened bud mere centimeters away from his fingers.

He exhales through his nose, a sound of amusement upon your desperation. Face coming to rest in the crook of your neck, teeth lazily dragging against the skin as he finally drums the pads of his fingers against your nipple. The reaction is immediate, your body nearly folding in on itself as a lick of pleasure shoots down to your core. A soft whine bubbles forth, your hands seeking purchase within his mussed, gray hair. His tongue falls out, laving generously at your throbbing pulsepoint, expertly rolling your bud between his forefinger and thumb.

A fresh wave of drooly arousal flows from your hole, and you go to rub your thighs together to ease the dull ache settling between them. However, as if sensing your next move, Yangyang wedges one of his legs between your knees, forcing them to remain open. In your depravity, you can’t help but let out another whine. 

You’re starting to get greedy, the fingers in his hair tugging harshly at the roots. In retaliation, he only pinches your tender bud harder before moving to the other one entirely, twisting it to life. He trails openmouthed kisses down your neck, pausing momentarily to dip his tongue into your collarbone. The wet path that he leaves behind is cold once his mouth flees, seemingly having predetermined its destination. His lips find their home on your freshly neglected breast, sucking your sore nub into his mouth and swirling around it with a tortuously slow tongue.

The fitted sheet bunched up under your ass is surely soaked clean through to the mattress, and it clings to your lower back, saturated with the evidence of his teasing. He presses his once distant pelvis firmly against your hip, allowing you to feel just how much he’s being affected by your body, by you. Half-hard cock pressing along the seam of his pants insistently, rutting into you slowly but with purpose. While he uses your body to coax his confined length to full mast, he pulls away from your chest entirely. You suck your bottom lip in past your teeth, watching him intently even as you’re left momentarily neglected.

He doesn’t allow room for complaints this time, dominant hand making its descent yet again, blunt, painted fingernails dragging against your abdomen. Your pelvis jumps at the feeling, pathetically thrusting your cunt up toward his steady hand. He isn’t feeling the need to rush one bit, even as your body curves into his touch. No, he takes his time, mapping each piece of skin on the way down. The tech still hasn’t spoken a single word, but small grunts of pleasure begin to leave his parted lips as he fucks against you, petals slick with his own spit. You strangely want to kiss him right now, to taste him and commit it to memory. You want him to infest each corner of your mind, leave you broken and begging for more. To build you up only to break you again and again, bringing you into a state of bliss that only he can.

As if he’s able to read your innermost thoughts, he pushes in close again, mouth colliding with your open one with a force only rivaled by the merging of galaxies. His teeth knock noisily against yours, tongue rasping against the roof of your mouth. The hand on your stomach takes the final plunge, finding your puffy folds with an experienced ease. Blindly, his middle finger traces your wet slit. Up and down, collecting your essence until he deems it sufficient, and finally pushing beyond the surface. He runs his finger along the length of your sex, stopping for a moment to circle sluggishly at your engorged clit before traveling back toward your hole. At the proximity you clench around nothing, mouth only falling further open at the sensation. He swallows each of your sweet sounds, drinking them down like nectar and savoring the stuttering swirl of your tongue against his.

He makes no sudden moves, his longest finger surveying the topography of your cunt, flowing juices coating every bit of his skin it comes into contact with. You’re panting at his point, hot air filling his mouth, desperation flowing out of every pore. “Please, do something…” You beg, wiggling your hips to further entice him. “Need you.”

Your words are all that he needed, it seems, digit breaching your walls effortlessly due to the extensive preparation. Your hole immediately latches around the intruder, but he continues to slide into you at a deliciously slow pace despite the minute resistance. He gives you more than enough time to accommodate his measly finger, but once you begin to squirm against him he curls it up to calmly stroke at your g-spot with astounding accuracy. “F-Fuck…” The spoken word is shaky, barely audible, but it gives Yangyang the information he needs to keep going.

He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back inside, palm smacking punishingly against your folds. You grasp at one of his shoulders, trying to keep yourself from losing touch with your surroundings. The tech continues the rough, slow ministrations, each blow sending delightful vibrations directly to your clit. Your release is approaching with frightening speed, and he seems to realize that with the way he avoids your sweetest spot.

His hips moving against your side, long since forgotten while lost in the throes of your own ecstasy, begin to shudder at the prolonged stimulation. With both of your ends drawing near, your moans grow in volume, staccato sounds pitching ever higher. Even Yangyang is unable to hold back noises of his own, filling your ears with the melodic sounds of his sighs. You feel the distinctive feeling of an orgasm coming, the pleasure you feel climbing to impossible heights. Higher, higher, and higher still. “O-Oh! Oh my fucking God, I’m cu-”

You sit up with a start, bedsheets twisted and hair clinging to your forehead with sweat. Fuck. It was all a dream, of course it was a dream. It felt so real, but it was nothing more than your unconscious mind filling the void in your fantasies with an attractive face. You slide a clammy hand through your damp locks, pushing them away from your face. Luckily, a breeze rushes through your open window to meet your damp skin and cool you off a bit. Just as it did in your dream, you note. You bask in the respite, chest rising and falling with each breath you take. Couldn’t you have slept a little longer? Did life always have to be this cruel?

If only you could dream a minute more…

The remnants of your dream are imprinted behind your eyelids, vivid and painted in technicolor. You attempt to wash it away with a splash of sink water, but it stubbornly clings to your lashes. Just as the taste of Yangyang’s kiss sticks to your palate, even as you guide your toothbrush along each tooth in an attempt to rid yourself of him. If the heat remaining in your cheeks and across your chest isn’t enough to embarrass you, the glide of arousal between your thighs definitely does the trick. Who even still has wet dreams at this age? You, apparently, that’s who.

Even though you have to make an appearance at your job today, you have plenty of time to call Neo Therapy to inquire about an appointment. That’s one of the perks of a “9-to-5”– it’s just late enough to make personal calls. In the past, you’ve utilized this time to stop by your local coffee shop to fill yourself up on caffeine, but you can do that tomorrow. Haechan’s “apology” be damned.

After getting dressed for the day, you move back into the bathroom to throw on the least bit of makeup. Hell, if you’re going to show up without Haechan’s donuts and coffee, you might as well go in style. Then you can at least look decent when Haechan hangs off of your arm in protest, whining like a toddler.

If there’s a time to call down to the shop and set up an appointment, now is as good as any. You slip the business card from the back pocket of your dress pants, tracing over the phone number at the bottom with your fingernail. Swiping your phone from the other pocket, you dial the number and put it on speaker, resting the device and the card on the counter space in front of you.

You have just enough time to unscrew the wand on your mascara before the ringing gives way to a raspy, playful drawl. “Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go! This is Yangyang, what can I do for ya?”

Your breath hitches. Even though you recognized that the number on the card was different from the one on Jeno’s, it hadn’t quite registered that you would be speaking directly to Yangyang. And now that you can connect a voice to last night’s fantasy, you feel warmth reigniting underneath your skin. Shame? Or, could it be leftover arousal from your resting fantasy? Likely both in this scenario. “Yeah, I was checking to see if you have any appointments available for around…” You hum, applying the mascara directly to your lashes. “Six o’clock? I don’t get off work until five, but I can definitely make it there within an hour.”

“Usually I close at around five,” He explains, sounding almost bored. If he was right in front of you, you’re sure that he would be studying his hands right about now. “But I think I can do that for you.”

“Oh really? That would be wonderful!”

“Mhmmm. What kind of services would you be looking at?”

You dip the applicator back into the tube to gather more product, sliding it up and down as you think. “I’m not too sure. Do you have any packages that you offer?”

There’s a long pause at the other end of the line. “No, what do you think this is, Amazon?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said not at this moment, but we do have the best prices around.” You can hear the smile in his voice. This guy has to be fucking with you, less than five minutes on the phone with him and the fantasy your mind created the night before is already shattered. Who are you to expect any less?

“Okay,” There’s a slight grit to your voice now, but you still attempt to remain cordial as you put the mascara away in favor of a tube of ruby red lipstick. “I’ll be around later then. You won’t forget about me, will you?”

“I promise you I won’t. I sit around after hours anyways, to go over my receipts and grab a quick dinner with my partner, Mark.”

“Partner..?”

“It’s not like that!” Yangyang’s quick to defend, voice raising in volume ever so slightly. The corners of your mouth quirk up, making it difficult to apply the lipstick smoothly. “He…he shares the workspace with me, no more no less!”

You draw the tube back from your mouth, rubbing your lips back and forth to distribute the product evenly. “Yes, yes. I’m sure that’s the case.” You dismiss his concerns with a heaved sigh. Twisting the color back down into the tube, you press the cap back onto the lipstick with a clack and retire it into your makeup bag. Seriously, what’s with men and their fragile masculinity?

He clears his throat, suddenly incredibly aware of how unprofessional he’s coming across. “Like I said, I’ll be here. We’ll talk about prices when you come in.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After your call down to the nail bar, the rest of your day crawls along as per usual. Not a single thing is out of the ordinary. From Haechan whining about his lack of I’m-sorry-for-hanging-up-on-you coffee to your boss, Mr. Suh, nearly bursting a blood vessel over an impending deadline, it’s an understatement to say that you’re ready to be pampered by the time five o’clock rolls around. You nearly drag yourself through the doors of Neo Therapy Practitioners at five-thirty sharp, and upon entry, the youthful, friendly secretary immediately notices your presence despite the soft music coming from his “work” computer. “Welcome!” Jisung greets jovially with a mouth full of pancakes, wearing the sticky syrup on his chin. “What can I do for you today? Another appointment with Dr. Lee?”

“Not today, I’m afraid.” You croon, offering him a tired smile as you approach the front desk. Once you reach him, you tug one of the tissues loose from the square box on your side of the desk.

He rolls his office chair from one side of his little box to the other with a push of his feet. Extending your hand, you offer the young man the tissue you plucked when he comes to a stop right in front of you, desk still separating you both. “Here– you have a little something…” You gesture toward your own chin, drawing little circles with your free hand. “Everywhere.”

Jisung jumps to his feet, knees knocking painfully against the hard wooden surface, accepting it awkwardly with both hands. A blush spans from his collarbone to the tips of his ears as he mumbles his thanks, turning his back to you so he can furiously wipe the offending sap from his face.

Cute...

When he finally faces you again, his face is clean of all traces of his meal, and he flashes a shy, boyish grin. “Okay,” He starts, seemingly shaken free from the shackles of his prior humiliation. “Let’s try this again: if you’re not seeing Dr. Lee, who are you seeing?”

“Liu Yangyang, I have a nail appointment at six.”

The secretary’s mouth rounds to a perfect ‘o’. “Oh, okay, that’s no problem! He’s actually located right across the hall from the clinic, I can walk you there, if you’d like?”

You accept his offer with a gracious nod, “Please.”

Jisung takes a moment to guide his chair back to where it belongs, pressing it under the coverage of the desk. Jiggling it to make sure it fits just right, and sighing when it doesn’t listen to him and continues to roll back. He gives up eventually, facing his still steaming plate, and dutifully covering his food with the plastic lid to discourage any wandering flies from making a meal out of it. You’re in no rush, so you allow him to do his thing, tapping your high heel-clad foot against the linoleum to no rhythm in particular.

He buzzes around like a honey bee for a beat longer, coming to stand at your side once he decides that everything is in order. Shuffling from foot to foot, he looks at you expectantly, wordlessly asking you if you’re ready to move out. Instead of giving him verbal confirmation, you decide to take a simple step forward. He matches your pace, long legs putting him in the lead as he guides you almost uselessly back through the familiar building.

You glance down at your fingers while you walk, eyeing the empty canvas that Yangyang’s about to come face to face with. Not the worst nails in the world, but most certainly not the best. They’ve definitely seen better days, and you should have been taking better care of them. And yourself, for that matter. Your mouth falls into a small frown, feeling the slightest bout of anxiety simmering within your stomach. It’s always a little difficult to face a new person, but with the corpse of last night’s dream still rattling about your skull, you don’t know exactly how you’re going to be able to act normal in front of him.

You nearly collide with Jisung’s back as he comes to a sudden stop, the tall, young secretary gesturing towards a door. “Well??? We’re here! Told you it was in familiar territory!”

And, sure enough, you glance across the narrow hallway and see the closed door that leads to Dr. L– Jeno’s clinic. A shiver runs through you, but Jisung doesn’t seem to even notice– or care, for that matter. Then you turn towards the new place, red neon ‘open’ sign hanging beside the door beckoning you in just as much as it pushes you away. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek until the familiar twang of blood rushes to meet your tastebuds.

There’s only a few steps more to the door, and you move to take them when you’re stopped by a warm, firm hand on your shoulder. “Hey.” He clears his throat, youthful face betrayed by a voice that’s pleasantly deep. “Don’t worry, Mr. Liu treats his clients well– you can relax! You’re in good hands.”

Suddenly you’re all too aware of just how fucking tense you are, and you force your muscles to relax. “Thank you, I really needed to hear that.” You gratefully reply, offering him a good-natured smile that he easily reciprocates.

“Anytime! His shop is right through these doors here. The register and front desk is on the left– not the right, that’s Mark’s. If Mr. Liu isn’t standing there, give the bell next to the sign in sheet a little ding.” He’s talking fast, and he’s already walking backwards as he speaks, trying to detach himself from the conversation. “Oh, and if you have any more questions you know where to find me! Please enjoy your visit!” Once he completely finishes his info-dumping, he turns on his heel, eager to return to his rapidly cooling plate of McDonald’s hotcakes.

After losing the comforting, familiar presence of Jisung, you find yourself unable to move any further. Risque images from last night’s dream flash in front of your eyes, as if shown to you on a slideshow presentation. Embarrassment consumes you yet again, squeezing your eyes shut to drown out the visions, but instead making them stand out against the backs of your eyelids.

You pace from side to side, hands nervously crossed along the underside of your bust. Step, stop, turn around. Step, stop, turn around. Shuffling back and forth hardly does anything to quell your anxiety. Why are you here? Is getting your nails done to piss off a few acquaintances worth the turmoil you’re going through right now? On one hand, you know that you shouldn’t base your choices upon bringing someone Hell. But the less rational side of you knows that just one look at Rianne’s livid face would be just enough to get work through whatever complex it is you struggle with. You’re sure of it. With that thought and that thought alone, you decide you have to do it– if only to give Rianne premature wrinkles and wipe that shit-eating grin right off her face.

You pull open one of the doors, and you’re swiftly greeted by the sound of an electronic chime. Unsurprisingly, the shop is completely empty with not even its owner to be found…he did say he was going to be having dinner, after all!

The room was filled with soft music playing from a speaker, some quiet instrumental with an acoustic guitar, but otherwise it was completely quiet. The room itself consists of one large room split off into two apparent sections: the front desk to the front left combined with a few chairs in front of it that make a small waiting area, the manicure station behind said desk, and the pedicure station right next to that.

Straight down the middle towards the back of the room was an entryway without a door, shielded only by a curtain of hanging purple beads– an area you assume to be the break room, where Yangyang said he would be at this time of day.

While you wait for someone to check you in, you make sure to fill out the sign in sheet, writing both your name and the types of services you want done. By the time you finish, you hear the tinkling of beads as the curtain is lifted to the side to allow someone to walk through. Your head shoots up to greet the stranger only for the words to get stuck in your mouth. The man entering the room was, of course, devastatingly gorgeous. Even more gorgeous than he had looked in your dreams.

Perhaps the most devastating part of it all is that he isn’t even dressed up. Wearing only a black oversized hoodie paired with some dark acid-wash jeans, it seems that he likes to keep it simple. While you’re shamelessly ogling him, he doesn’t even look up from the glowing cellphone in his hand, addressing you monotonously. “Hey. Sorry for being a little late, I was finishing up my dinner and filling out some receipts for Jisung. What can I do for you today?”

You swallow the knot forming in your throat. “Yes, I called this morning to set up an appointment for six o’clock??” You sound uncertain to your own ears, but you continue speaking nonetheless. “I was referred to you by Dr. Lee across the hall?”

His gaze rises to meet yours but not before raking slowly and shamelessly up your form. Once he looks you in your eyes, a smirk makes its way up onto his face. “Now I’m really sorry that I’m late.” He slides his cellphone into the pouch of his hoodie, finally reaching the front desk. “Have you had time to think about what you want?”

“I am definitely getting something done today, but I still want to look at the prices before I make my final decision.”

“Fair enough,” Yangyang opens a hidden drawer from behind the counter, pulling out a laminated sheet of paper and sliding it in your direction. “Here, I have my price list printed. Feel free to give it a read-through.”

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Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go!

Prices are negotiable and differ from case-to-case. Thank you for your understanding!

Manicure–

Regular Polish . . . $35

Gel Polish . . . $45

Acrylics . . . $70

Pedicure–

Regular Polish . . . $45

Gel Polish . . . $55

Mani-Pedi–

Regular Polish . . . Mani $35  |  Pedi $45

Gel Polish . . . Mani $45  |  Pedi $55

Waxing–

Facial Wax . . . $20

Arm/ Leg Wax . . . Part $20  |  Full $40

Bikini Wax . . . $30

Brazilian Wax . . . $50

Add-Ons–

Scrub . . . $10

Hand/ Foot Massage . . . $20

Oils . . . $10

Gems . . . $1 per finger

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Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, finger trembling as it traces along the bottom of the third group of items on the list. “So you’re telling me I have to pay…” You squint at the price again, somewhat hoping that the numbers would magically shapeshift into something better. “$120 for a mani-pedi?”

“Mhm, that sounds about right.”

“And that’s with the regular polish??”

“Yup.“ The tech pops the ‘p’, watching your panic with mild interest. “$35 for the manicure and $45 for the pedicure.”

“That still leaves out $40? Where the fuck is that fee coming from?”

He flashes a white row of teeth, leaning down to come face-to-face with you, chin resting on his palm. “That’s the cost of using the polish and it factors in my tip.”

Your lips fold into a thin line. “I’ve never heard of someone ‘factoring’ in their own tip. Are you serious? What if you’re no good?”

“Oh trust me, I’m good. You just have to be willing to take that leap for me.” He says with a tilt of his head, tuft of silver hair falling across his dark eyes. “I wouldn’t charge this much if I didn't have complete confidence in my abilities.”

“And what about the discount Jeno mentioned?”

“I’m sure I can do something for you, but we’ll talk more about prices once we get things started.” His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he forks a veiny hand through his hair, skepticism flooding his tone. “M’kay?”

After a short pause, you close your eyes, tired. Your will to press the matter any further is dwindling fast, and you just want to get this over with so you can go home and have a much deserved glass of wine. “My feet better fucking sparkle after this.”

His smile returns scary-fast and his eyes widen approachably, almost as if the previous moment never happened at all. “Of course! I’ll take great care of you.”

“Oh yeah, that makes me feel so much better…” 

Whether he heard you or not you’re not too sure, but he guides you beyond the front desk of his shop with a wave of his hand. You apprehensively wind your way around, coming to stand next to the chair he vaguely gestures at in passing. Yangyang unceremoniously drops down into his own seat across from you, staring up blankly through his fringe when you hesitate to follow his example. “What? Is there something wrong with your chair?” He cocks a brow, dragging out an overflowing tackle box from under his workspace and sitting it on the far side of the table.

“No?”

“Then what’re you waiting for? Come on, have a seat, I won���t bite–” The handsome tech pulls out a handheld file, a dremel tool paired with a few detachable heads, a tiny pair of cuticle scissors, and a cuticle pushing tool from the mystery box before stopping to flash a smug look. “Not unless you want me to, that is.”

You let out an unattractive snort at the notion, falling into the plush, olive green accent chair in front of you. It isn’t the most attractive piece of furniture you’ve ever seen, having been stained with various colors of polish and other mystery fluids over the time it’s been in his care, but damn is it comfy. Now that you’re on Yangyang’s level, you can better watch as he prepares his station, wiping clean the table with antiseptic wipes and laying out a surprisingly white hand towel. He nods in an attempt to get you to rest your hands upon it, pursing his lips when you struggle to do even that.

“What now? Do I have to walk you through everything?” Yangyang teases. He holds out a large hand, scrunching and unscrunching his fingers in a ‘gimme gimme’ fashion. “Give me your hand, I need to see what I’m working with before we begin.”

“But what if you think they’re ugly?” You blurt before you can think, biting down hard on your lips once the words escape.

He stares at you in silence for a moment before nearly doubling over in laughter. Howling uncontrollably even as you end his life over and over in your mind. Eventually he calms down, but not without a healthy dose of glares from your end. “Whew! I’m sorry, I’m sorry but that was too good!” Yangyang raises a hand to wipe away the imaginary tears pooling in his eyes. 

“I didn’t think it was that funny.”

He leans back, slouching into a mismatched accent chair of his own– this one being an orangey floral pattern. “This is what I’m here for, Sweetheart. It doesn’t matter what they look like now, I will make your nails look good!”

“Besides,” He hums when you don’t respond immediately, leaning forward and pushing up both of the sleeves on his hoodie. Then, he offers his hand yet again. “I can promise you that whatever you’re afraid of showing me, I have probably seen ten times worse. So come on, let’s do this shit.”

You drop your right hand into his outstretched palm, letting out a heavy breath. “Okay, let’s get it over with.”

He grips your hand loosely, but he radiates a steady warmth. With gentle fingers, he maneuvers your hand with ease, examining each fingernail with utmost care. “Hm,” He starts, swiping his pink tongue along his lower lip in his focused state. “I can’t see why you were so nervous, you have such beautiful hands.”

 “Thank you.” You find yourself murmuring, squeezing your eyes tightly shut, as if you’re subconsciously trying to hide yourself from the weight of his gaze. You cannot believe yourself, how can you get this flustered by his words alone? Get a grip!

He seems to pay you no mind, however, continuing his surveillance of your digits. Yangyang must be really serious about his job, and that much shows through the diligence of which he’s studying each nook and cranny. After a few seconds more, he reaches over to grab a metal instrument from the pile that he has prepared for you. It’s cool to the touch when he brings it close to your fingers, nearly the length of a pencil with a wider scoop-looking piece at the end. When he notices you staring at the object, the tech raises it higher so that you can get a better look. “I’m going to start by pushing back your cuticles. It makes the nail polish go on better.” He explains matter-of-factly.

You can only nod at his attempt at dumbing it down, allowing for him to continue with his work. “This isn’t going to cost me extra, is it?”

“For the average customer? Yeah, a service like this would cost about $10 for both hands.”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when he finishes his statement, moving to tug your palm from his grasp. Yangyang keeps your hand held in place with a surprising amount of strength, “But, but, but! For you, it’s free of charge. Consider that a little gift from me to you!”

“Oh, wow, thanks…”

“What? Do you want to pay full price?”

You grimace, turning your head to avoid his inquisitive stare. “Erm…I mean, ‘Oh, wow, thanks!!! How could I ever repay you?’” 

“Oh, I can think of a few ways…” He trails ominously with a sly smile, but says nothing more.

Your eyebrows nearly fly up to your hairline and you swallow dryly at what you can only imagine that he’s implying. And, just for a second, the tender grip he has on your hand transforms to that of your fantasies– the thumb swirling over the skin of the back of your hand a rough contrast to your own. His hands contain a delicious amount of texture, the subtle catch of his skin against your own is admittedly hard to ignore. “So, how did you get into doing nails?” You probe, trying to put out the flames licking in the pit of your stomach.

“I wasn’t any good at school,” He shrugs, giving your hand his utmost attention as he finally presses the metal cuticle pusher against your nail. “Decided to quit while I was ahead. I dropped out my senior year.”

You let out an affirmative sound, nodding along as he speaks. Making sure to let him know that you’re listening without stopping the flow of his speech. The tech runs the tool along the surface of your nail, scooting the offending cuticle back toward the proximal nail fold with a certain amount of precision that only an experienced nail tech could execute. “And after working a few retail jobs, I knew I couldn’t do that forever. I decided to look at my options.”

“So nails?” You ask, seamlessly switching hands when he finishes up his work on the first one.

Yangyang immediately gets to work on your untouched hand, and you only notice how cold your palm is when it’s snuggled between the two of his. “Yeah, nails. You can make a lot in one day, especially if you’re good at details. Besides,” He looks up at you through the silver fringe of his hair, eyes twinkling with mischief. “There’s no lack of gorgeous women coming into my shop. You can say that I keep myself plenty entertained.”

“I can see that, but do you actually enjoy what you do?”

He comes to an abrupt stop, seemingly taken aback by your words. “I mean, yeah??? I like seeing the results of my work, like seeing how much of a confidence boost it gives my clients.”

You leave him uninterrupted for a while to give him time to catch up on his work, swiftly and gently pushing back all the cuticles on your remaining hand. Yangyang takes his time to double check his work, carefully fixing anything that was even slightly under the standard he set before he deems it time to move on to the next step. “Well, that’s all that matters.” You hum thoughtfully as he drops the tool in his hands in favor of a tiny pair of scissors. “If you could go back in time, do you think you would make the same choice?”

This time he doesn’t even hesitate before speaking, pulling down the bendy arm of his lamp and moving it closer to your hand to better illuminate his progress. “Without a doubt. Like I said, I wasn’t exactly the smartest guy, and I really do have pride in what I’m able to do here.”

You don’t try to press the matter any further, allowing him time to neatly (and painlessly) snip the skin from around each of your fingernails. 20 minutes with him and your nails are already looking far better than they did before you walked in. Go figure, he does do this for a living, after all! The two of you sit in relative silence, the music pouring from the speakers being your only company as he really hones in on his craft.

After minutes of silent work, he finally looks up at you as he lifts the emery board to your overgrown fingernails. “So? What kind of shape are you looking for? And what kind of polish?”

“I’m not entirely too sure what color I want, but I would like my nails rounded out. And, as for the paint type, give me the cheapest option– I don’t want to spend more than I have to.”

“You don’t know what color you want?? Are you here to get your nails done for any specific reason?” Yangyang presses. He guides the nail file across the tip of your nail, using the experienced movements of his hand to coax a gentle curve out of the shapeless form.

You bury your teeth into your lower lip, debating exactly how much you should share with him. It’s a little embarrassing to what lengths you’re willing to go just to impress your peers. “Ah, it’s my friend. She’s getting married in a few weeks.”

“Color scheme?”

“I think she said something about the bridesmaid dresses being red. What would even go with that?” You furrow your brows, releasing your lip. 

The tech doesn’t seem too concerned, lifting your hand tenderly to allow you to see his progress. “How’s this? The length?”

“That looks good to me. But you’re missing the point, wh–”

“I know what I’m doing.” Yang interrupts with a small sigh, returning the file to the stack of items at his disposal. He stacks his now free hand atop yours, sandwiching it warmly between both of his in a soothing manner. “So stop worrying and let me do my job. Please?”

You close your mouth resolutely, offering him a small nod. He grins at your compliance, “Now, gel paint? What do we think?”

“So you can charge me out the ass? No thanks.”

“Again, for you, I can bring it down to regular polish price. Gel lasts longer, and it’s stronger.” Yangyang explains. He’s gesturing animatedly as he speaks, knocking pointedly against the table. “Hard as a rock. Though, these nails likely won’t last you until the wedding. No matter what polish you choose, you’ll still have far too much growth to wear it until then.”

You inhale sharply through your nose, not having thought that far ahead. He’s absolutely right, of course he is. “What should I do, then?”

“What should you do? Come back, of course! I can redo them again closer to the wedding. Treat today as a ‘trial run’, so to speak. I can practice the design, and you can see what kind of quality to expect for the wedding. Simple!”

“Yeah, except it’s not that simple, and I’m not exactly made of money.” You grumble, sliding your hand from his grasp. “I only came today because I was told that I could get a discount!”

Yangyang hums, leaning forward in his seat, placing his chin on his palm and elbow on the table. He’s definitely not taking your words too seriously. “So you mean to tell me that it wasn’t my good looks and talent that brought you here?”

You flash him an unamused look, and earn a smug grin in return. He reaches across the table with his free hand, unintentionally giving you time to look at his black polished nails. They’re chipped from the hands-on work he does at the shop, and well-trimmed. Before you get the time to look any longer, he snatches one of your hands again. “Come on, let me work. I think I have an offer that you won’t be able to refuse.”

You hold eye contact with him, and his gaze is warm and unwavering. From the look in his eyes, you can tell that he already knows that he’s won. You sigh and allow your thumb to trail across his skin gently– in a similar fashion to how he had earlier in the appointment. “Okay, fine.”

He blossoms under your touch, eyes glittering and delectably tanned skin warm where it meets yours. “I won’t let you down.”

You’re not exactly sure how much longer you’re in that space with him. Minutes feel like hours and hours feel like mere minutes, you find that time is slipping above and around you until it consumes you entirely. Talking with your tech has that effect on you, and it’s easy to find yourself growing more open and free with your words. 

You feel as if you have known him forever. 

Yangyang’s soothing touch and steady hands coax a beautiful design out of each of your nails, painting red geraniums atop a nude base. “So?? What do you think?” He asks, layering on a final glossy coat and cycling your hand under the UV LED lamp to dry.

“It looks…” You trail, breathlessly examining your finished hand. “Beautiful. Absolutely stunning, Yangyang.” Just as you knew it would be, but you don’t let that part meet his ears.

“Ah, so you do know my name.” He stands slowly, bones popping from the long time he spent sitting with you. “I like the way it sounds coming from your lips.”

Your heart flutters weakly in reply to his words, and you slide your hand free from the light to follow him to the next station like a lost puppy. Noticing that you had clambered to follow him, Yangyang gestures to the open seat and hands you a remote, “Here, get comfy while I draw the foot bath. If you press the buttons, you can turn on the massage chair and get it the way you like.”

You let out a noise in understanding, stepping out of your black pumps and leaving them neatly beside the chair. After doing that much, you’re left with the feeling of your sheer tights-clad feet touching the cool linoleum. Wait, how the fuck are you going to pull your legs out of these without flashing your tech? While you stutter around, stuck in your thoughts, Yangyang immediately notices the source of your silent struggle with amusement. “I’m sorry,” You mumble, looking away awkwardly. “Do you mind turning around for a bit?”

“Not at all!” Without an ounce of hesitation, he drops everything he’s doing to show you his back.

You fumble momentarily with the fabric, but once you grasp the hose, you tug them from under your skirt in one go. Once you finally get them down and over your feet, you make sure to flip them the right way and pile them atop your shoes for later. True to his word, when you look at him again, Yangyang patiently awaits a verbal declaration that you’re ready. His broad shoulders and the fluffy back of his head are the only thing you can see. “Okay, you can turn back around now.”

He faces you on a dime, burning gaze daring to meet your bare calves and trace up to where your skirt cuts off just above your knees. Wetting his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, the tech turns his attention back to the tub. Then he cuts on the faucet, testing the temperature with his hand. You move to take your seat in the massage chair, but you’re hit by a cloud of something sweet in the air��vaguely floral. “Mm! That smells so good, what’s the scent? Wildflower?”

“Honeysuckle,” He supplies, shutting off the water and watching as the steam rises from its surface in clouds. “It’s epsom salts, we get it from a good source here at Neotherapy for next to nothin’! I added it prior to running the water so it would mix better.”

You drop yourself into the oversized chair, pressing your body flush to the backrest. Then, after messing around with a few of the buttons, you finally get the damned thing to turn on. And, Hell, you could’ve used this earlier. Once it starts vibrating (just the way you like), you feel as though you’ve glimpsed baby Jesus himself. Breaching Heaven’s gates, your eyes nearly roll back into your head when the vibration penetrates a particularly sore muscle. Delivering a dose of pressure to your back that is equal parts pain and bliss.

While you’re getting lost in the mind-numbing comfort dealt to you via massage chair, Yangyang’s drumming his fingers on the side of the tub absentmindedly, quietly allowing you to enjoy what the chair has to offer. But his patience does have an end, it seems, when he interrupts your trance with a statement. “It does feel pretty good, huh? I find myself sitting there on slow days.”

“Oh really?” You say, voice vibrating at the same frequency as the chair you’ve all but melted into.

He can barely contain a smile, lips taut with effort. “Yeah, sometimes I’ve even fallen asleep there, and I only wake up after a customer rings the bell up front.” Your laugh is nearly obscured by the hum of the massage chair, but he relishes in it anyway.

Now that the water is seemingly ready, you hesitantly skim the surface of the pool with your big toe. After ensuring that the temperature is not going to boil you alive, you slide in and let the water consume your feet entirely. The relief is instantaneous, head rolling back and a soft moan pressing through the seams of your lips.

Your tech stiffens ever so slightly at the noise with a sharp inhale through his nose. However, through the veil of pleasure (delivered via massage chair), his reaction doesn’t register in your mind. Instead you’re babbling about how good the chair feels, and that you should buy one for the office. 

Yangyang cannot help but feel endeared by your chatter. Smiling as he opens a small unlabeled bottle from beside the pedicure station, he pours a small pool into his cupped hand. With curious eyes, you watch as he rubs his hands together, warming and distributing the glistening liquid all over his hands. “What is that?” You ask in a small voice.

“Essential oil. It’s the same kind as the epsom salts, so don’t worry about the scents not mixing right.”

You hum with tired eyes, giving him a curt nod. “Ah, I see. Why are you using oils?”

“I’ll be massaging your feet and calves. It’s good for improving blood flow and circulation!” Despite sounding articulate to the untrained ear, the more you’re with him, the more you realize that his ‘knowledge’ sounds rehearsed. It’s almost like he’s reading it off the back of a cereal box.

“Mmh. Okay, just be careful, I’m ticklish!”

He dismisses your concerns with a wave of his hand, shiny oiled palms brushing the meat of your right calf. “I personally like to start with legs. The feet are far too sensitive to touch first anyway.”

The apparent innuendo falls upon deaf ears, the shaking of the massage chair scrambling each coherent thought. Though you give no response to his statement, his trained fingers dance up the skin of your calf before trailing back down– just as he had done to your torso in your dream the night before.

You find your heart fluttering at the simple touch, but there’s no way of Yangyang knowing how your body reacts to him. Seemingly unbothered, he adds the slightest bit of pressure to his fleeting caresses. Penetrating the muscle, fingertips coaxing out tension you didn’t even know that you had.

The pressure of his hands paired with the vibration of the chair makes for a lethal combination. Your mind wanders to places it shouldn’t. Suddenly all too aware of the thickness of his fingers and the fullness of his lips. Have his eyelashes always been this long and dark? Just as you try to remember, a chuckle comes from deep in his chest and he looks up at you, clearly amused. “What,” He cooes, blunt, painted fingernails raking gently down your shin. “Are you just realizing how handsome I am?”

A burst of air leaves your lungs– a breath you didn’t know you were holding. In your sputtering, you somehow find it in you to roll your eyes at him. “Shut up. Keep working if you want to get paid.”

“Yes Ma’am…” He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.

And, for a while, the two of you sit in relative silence. The massage chair is turned off in favor of the music flowing from the speakers, and his hands gradually move from your legs to your feet. He takes extra care with your lowermost extremities, not leaving even a single patch of skin untouched. An office worker like you really could get used to this. His eyes refuse to leave the area where his fingers meet your foot, and with the pressure he is applying you’re sure that his fingerprints have been left all across your lower body.

Yangyang’s entranced, it seems. The repetitive movements of his hands trapping him deep within a state you affectionately call ‘work mode’. “So,” You start with a clearing of your throat. “What about the discount? You said that we would talk about it, and I’ve been very patient with you.”

“Discount?”

“Yeah??? You know, money off the final product? Discount?” Your voice takes on a teasing lilt, tilting your head as you peer down at him.

His hands come to an abrupt stop. “I know what a discount is. I’m a dropout, not stupid.”

“Come on, you said you would talk about it.” You hum, wiggling your toes to get his attention.

He eyes your moving digits with an unreadable expression. Appearing to be choosing his next words very carefully, you feel the rough pad of his thumb drag against your foot. “I think there’s something I can do for you…”

“And what would that be?”

“Hear me out–“

“I don’t like the way you’re approaching this conversation.”

“No, I’m serious. I want you to shut up and listen.” Yangyang exhales through his nose, somewhat irked, delivering a barely-there pinch to your calf that has you nearly jumping from your seat. “Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?”

Your mouth snaps shut in turn, head dumbly bobbing up and down and lips pressed tight. The tech soothes the faint mark he left behind with a gentle stroke of his hand, kissing the back of his teeth. “What if I told you that I could give you 20% off the final purchase...” He calmly states, eyes not leaving the place where his hands meet your skin.

“Oh my God, that would be wonderful!” You clasp your palms together, smile pulling up at your cheek bones. 

“You didn’t think that was all, did you? Getting that much money off comes at a price.”

Your heart sinks. He’s right, how could you be so stupid? It’s not like you were going to waltz in here and automatically receive special treatment just because you fucked his coworker. You should have been more realistic… “Name your price.”

A smile claims his features, wolfy in nature. “I guess I can cut to the chase,” Yangyang starts jovially, lacking any semblance of tact. “I think you have the most beautiful feet!”

“Thank you?”

“And I want to have your toes in my mouth. Respectfully.”

Your smile drops, “What?”

“That’s my deal, 10% off per foot. I get to suck on some toes, you get more money in your pocket, it's a win-win.”

With that much money being taken off and how gorgeous he is, it’s an absolute steal. However, you also realize that it sounds completely and utterly insane.

But you don’t really have much of a choice now, do you?

“I’ll do it…”

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Apparently he’s not too keen on wasting time, because it’s not too long before he springs into action. He wraps his long fingers around your ankle, tugging you roughly to the edge of your seat. “Fuck,” Yangyang rasps, trailing his nose upward along the arch of your foot. “I’ve thought about doing this ever since you walked through the front door with those pretty fucking heels you were wearing.”

At the end of his sentence, his tongue falls out, pressing in and out of the valleys between your toes. You gasp and nearly jerk your foot away at the unfamiliar feeling, ticklish, but he keeps you anchored in place with a firm hand. Hollowing his cheeks, he pulls your big toe into his mouth with a harsh suck. Your face burns, embarrassed at the feeling, but you can’t ignore the tingle settling in between your thighs. “Stop!” You sink your teeth into your lower lip. “That’s dirty.”

Your tech only hums, tongue swirling around the digit before sliding off with a lewd ‘pop.’ He smacks his lips, pupils blown with lust as he looks up at you. “How could something that tastes this fucking good be dirty, Baby?”

He presses a chaste kiss to the sole of your foot, nuzzling his nose against you once more. “So? Do you want that discount or not?”

Your mouth gapes, opening and closing like a fish out of water. Yangyang watches you with rapt attention, eyelids heavy and falling low as he changes directions to mouth along the top of your foot. He reverently makes sure that every centimeter of it has been fully acquainted with his lips and tongue. Chill of the air ever-present in the areas where his mouth leaves patches of saliva on your skin.

When you fail to answer, you feel the distinct scrape of teeth along one of your tendons. “What, you’re acting like I’ve fucked you stupid and I’ve barely even touched you.” He chuckles, pressing a few tongued kisses to the pads of your toes. When you flinch in his hold, Yang’s enthusiastic grip pulls you even closer, nearly causing you to fall out of the massage chair entirely. “Did you forget how to speak?”

“P-Please!”

His mischievous smile only broadens, ducking down again to lick a fat stripe along the underside of your foot. “Please what? I can’t read your mind, pretty girl, I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what you’re trying to say.”

“Want it…” You mumble, voice barely audible despite the proximity.

He punishes you with a nip of his pearly teeth against your heel, glittering eyes burrowing holes into yours. “Louder.”

“I want the discount!” You yelp, maneuvering your foot within his grasp to press your first three toes insistently against his plump lower lip.

Yangyang’s jaw drops to welcome the intrusion, dextrous tongue laving generously over and around each digit. A warm, torrential shiver wracks your body at the feeling, every nerve ending in your body responding eagerly to his touch. Once he deems them wet enough, he closes his lips around several of your toes and suctions them deeper.

You’ve always known that your feet were a tender area, no doubt. However, you never thought about just how sensitive they could actually be. Each pull of his lips and bob of his head sends a lick of delicious pleasure directly to your cunt, and you can feel exactly how, and where, the seat of your underwear sticks to your folds.

Naturally, your thighs part. The pencil skirt you meticulously chose for your shift rides further up your legs the more you spread. Yangyang’s eyes, after holding your gaze most of the day, draw a painfully slow path down to your center. “White?” The tech’s lips are flushed red and shiny with drool when he pulls away from your feet long enough to speak. Is he seriously talking about the color of your underwear right now? “Fuckin’ cute. Is all of that for me, Sweetheart?”

As if to answer all of your unspoken questions, he puckers his lips to blow a stream of cool air directly at the (embarrassingly) wet spot pooling from the source. Instead of clamping your thighs shut like most people would, the space between your knees only widens. You nod dumbly at his question, licking your lower lip into your mouth. 

With a quirk of his lips, he looks up at you unapologetically from the space he’s claimed between your legs. Yangyang’s fingers, once latched around your ankle, now play with the hem of your skirt. He drags a painted fingernail along the space where it meets your thigh, eyeing you like a predator stalking its prey. “I know I’ve promised you 10% off per foot, but, to put it plainly, I don’t think that’ll work.”

Your face wrinkles in confusion, “W-What? Why not?”

“Because…if I do this for too much longer I’m gonna fuckin’ cream my pants like some high school virgin.” He says crudely, shooting an unashamed look down to his jean-clad crotch.

Your gaze follows his, and you let out a soft gasp when, sure enough, you notice the imprint of his cock. He’s only at half-mast, but it strains miserably behind his zipper all the same. “But what about the rest of the discount?”

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” His tongue clacks condescendingly against the roof of his mouth. “I can think of a few ways you can receive that other 10%, Baby, but are you smart enough to figure that out for yourself? Or, do I need to walk you through everything?”

Your cheeks burn hotly, but you shake your head in defiance. Yangyang narrows his eyes playfully at your display, watching your every move with interest. Your once idle hands meet the edge of your skirt, pulling it shamelessly higher and revealing more of your lower half, much to his delight. Like a little boy catching the first glimpse of wrapped presents beneath the Christmas tree, he leans in ever closer, round nose nearly prodding at the slick spot in your cotton underwear. “Now this is what I’m talkin’ about!” He praises with a cheeky grin. “Do you mind if I..?”

“Just do it!” You bite, tone coming out a bit needier than intended.

As soon as the words leave your pretty, lipstick-stained lips, you know that you’ve made a mistake. “Now what do we have here,” He tuts, leaning back onto his heels. Yangyang’s hands withdraw from your skin, making you feel even colder than before after having lost his warmth. “I thought you were gonna be so good for me, what happened to that?”

“I am!”

“You are what?” He questions slowly, tasting each word in his mouth.

“I am good…for you.” You say feebly, looking down at him with unfocused eyes.

Immediately, as if he found your words funny, he flashes his top row of teeth. “Are you? Good girls don’t make demands, they take what they’re given.” Those very same teeth trace at your thigh, eying you carefully through his fringe. “Can you do that?”

“Yes...” You agree shakily, reaching lower to shove an idle hand through his silver locks.

Instead of pushing you away, he leans further into your touch and rewards you with a depraved sound of his own. Now that’s something to behold. You stroke the head in your lap like it’s a stray cat– carefully, regarding him as if he will bite at any moment.

And then he does.

His lips come in contact with your folds, unapologetically stamping a spit-slick kiss into the fabric covering your lower half. However, at this point, the sheer amount of arousal being produced leaves very little to the imagination. Your lower body jolts at the suddenness of the tech’s touch, but his hands come up seemingly out of nowhere to anchor you in place. Eyes dark with intention, wordlessly daring you to defy him.

Yangyang’s bubblegum pink tongue slips past his teeth to prod at the valley of your cunt, pushing your underwear to its limit, forcing more of your juices to seep through to meet his tastebuds. It’s pornographic, the way his eyes roll back into his skull when he finally registers your heady taste. His breath is hot, rolling across your skin in thick, invisible clouds. 

Expert hands glide over your thighs and up over the swell of your hips, carefully reaching its destination over the waistband of your panties. He drums his fingers there, commanding attention. “Can I take these off?” He asks, his voice rough with arousal. 

“Please.” Your voice is damn near a whisper, but it appears that this time, at least, he doesn't require clarification. 

He hooks his middle digit under the elastic, guiding it down your legs. Then, after it’s freed from your ankles, he swiftly pockets the sodden material with a salacious wink, leaving you with no room to complain. However, your mind hardly registers the movement at all.

Reaching out with careful fingers, the tech spreads your folds with a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He comments, readjusting his hand to broaden the part. Then, as if acting on impulse alone, he collects some of your dew onto one of his fingers, popping it into his mouth. Yangyang groans, his reaction immediate. “And sweet too. So, so sweet.”

“For you!” You blurt out, head cloudy with desire. You need him.

“Is that right, Sweetheart?” You’re able to hear his grin before you see it. “All for me?”

You’re lying. You know you’re lying, but there’s not even an ounce of hesitation in the way you nod your head. An enthusiastic group of up’s and down’s. Even if it’s just for tonight, it’s all for Yangyang. 

Only him.

If the tech’s caught on to your lies, however, he doesn’t let it show. You’re rewarded with a low sound from the back of his throat before he’s leaning in to drink directly from the source. He flattens his tongue, running it up the full length of your cunt, stopping just shy from the bundle of nerves at the top.

The contact alone is enough to make you clamp your thighs around his head. This does little to deter him, his movement hardly restricted as he slurps greedily at your entrance. Once he takes in enough air to have his lungs screaming, he’s exhaling dramatically against your folds. Only mere seconds before taking in more dizzying inhales of your heady scent. 

You squeal in embarrassment and throw your head back, hard, against the leather backrest of the massage chair. He looks up at you with a shimmer of amusement in his eyes, as if brought out of his lust-induced trance by your clumsiness alone. Somehow, it seems as though he knows every way to bring out even the most shameful sides of you with a well-versed swipe of his tongue.

His wet muscle circles at your hole, prompting you to tug at his hair with a soft keen. The tech hums against you but says nothing, darting the tip of his tongue inside of you. The penetration is brief, but it's enough to have you letting out a few stray whimpers. Another dose of decadent pleasure runs up your spine, and your legs, anchored around his shoulders, pull his face closer to your lower half. 

Up towards the button of nerves he’s been neglecting this entire time.

But instead of allowing himself to be guided, he pulls back slightly to look directly into your eyes. His lips, sinfully slick with your essence, pull back into a toothy grin. A signature of his, you’ve discovered. “Don’t worry, I know where your clit is, Sweetheart.” Yangyang’s eyes flit lower, presumably to where your abandoned clitoris vies for his attention, throbbing. “I’m just having my fun. Indulge me.”

The lack of proper stimulation is enough to have you staring impatiently down at him, eyes nearly crossing as you try to find him through your arousal-induced haze. He rolls eyes up towards the ceiling, snickering and jolting you fully alert with a kiss directly to your clit. The brief contact is enough to have your breath stilling deep within your chest, hole fluttering pathetically around nothing.

Before you can anticipate much more, he shrugs free from your legs and bats away your desperate grip on his hair. You sit up, watching him with curiosity as he moves away from where you lay. Lower half bare and exposed to the coolness of the room around you, yet feeling pleasantly flushed with arousal from the teasing you’ve been receiving all night…only to have it taken away. “What are you doing?” You croak, voice sounding rough, yet vulnerable, from disuse.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Yangyang quips, moving to stand from where he was perched on his knees. He adjusts the tent pitched in the front of his acid wash jeans, leering down at you with a predatory glint. “I have to get undressed to fuck you, y’know. I’m not really a ‘whip out my cock and go’ kind of dude. Sorry.”

The rush of blood pumping from your racing heart thunders in your ears. If it wasn’t apparent earlier, it’s all coming into focus now: you’re about to have sex with him. Liu Yangyang. The nail tech at Neo Therapy. In the office right across the hall from the last man you fucked.

Super.

He steps towards the chair you had been sitting in earlier, innocently getting your nails done, completely unaware of the direction it was headed. Now feels like a far cry from then, even though it couldn’t have been longer than half an hour ago. 

Yangyang crosses his arms in front of him to tug at the bottom of his hoodie; even with his back to you, you scan each sliver of skin revealed to you like a person starved. As if feeling the weight of your stare, the tech moves slowly without even tossing you so much as a glance over his shoulder– deliberately drawing your attention in further.

Seated between the two dimples on his lower back is a delicate-looking butterfly tattoo. There’s nothing special about the design, not much more than some line art of the insect, but it’s intriguing enough that you almost forget to look at anything else. Almost.

The muscles in his back ripple as he tugs the heavy fabric over his head, letting it fall into the polish-stained seat of the chair without much care. After a long beat of silence, your curiosity gets the best of you. “Hey, the butterfly on your back, does it mean something?”

“Nothing really,” He offers you a breathless laugh, undoing the button on his jeans with one handed ease. “I guess it was an act of rebellion when I finally left home at 19. It meant so much to me when I got it, but now it feels a bit silly.”

“It’s not silly, it’s…actually really nice.”

“I’m glad you like it, my dad nearly kicked my ass when he first saw it. I swear I’ve never seen his face get that red in my entire life!” Yangyang fumbles the rest of the way out of his jeans, one of the pant legs getting stuck comically around his ankle. “I thought he was going to skin me alive and hang me from the flagpole!”

When he is finally free from his denim prison, he tosses it into his small clothes pile and leaves his black tennis shoes where he stepped out of them to come back to your side. He doesn’t, however, take off his socks, which is only mildly concerning. Now that the tech has returned to where you are seated, you get a good look at the impression of his cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s not too long, standing at around average length, but the girth alone is something to shy away from. 

When he notices you studying him, he raises a playful, arched brow, gentle palm coming up to cup the side of your face. “Like what you see?”

You nod and hum sweetly, leaning in to nose along his length. You take your time to inhale gulps of his scent, salty with sweat, and your action elicits the most primal of noises from the back of his throat. “Fuck,” He croaks, biting down harshly on the plump flesh of his lower lip. “If I wasn’t about to bust a nut just looking at you this close to my cock, I would want to see how pretty your lips would look, stretched and struggling to take it.”

You moan in response, and his thumb slides from its perch on your face to streak the remnants of your cherry red lipstick across your cheek. He smiles wide, pearly glint of teeth almost entirely humorless. “So fucking pretty. Hm, I guess we’ll have to save that for your next appointment. We have to leave some things to the imagination, don’t we?”

There’s an impatience in the way Yangyang rids himself of his underwear under your watchful stare. Under any other circumstance, you would probably tease him for his shaking hands and the silly way he kicks the fabric airborne to God knows where. Right now, though, you find your throat impossibly dry, and you swallow hard in a desperate attempt to wet it as you watch his length spring free from its confines.

He wraps his hand around his cock, giving it a few leisurely pumps, his eyes zeroing in on your glistening lower half still seated in an embarrassing pool of slick. “I don’t have a condom on me, is that cool? I’m clean, I get tested regularly.”

“Mhm,” You reply breathlessly. “Just fuck me, please, I need to feel you.”

He nods once, resolute, those words all he needed to hear before he moved in. Yangyang’s hands are heavy on your hips, pulling you closer to his torso and sliding you further down on the chair. Fuck, your neck is definitely going to be hurting in the morning. Then, one hand leaving your body, he holds his dick to gently run the head through your puffy folds. He collects your arousal, careful not to slip inside just yet, but he prods at your clit at the end of a slow swipe. Simultaneously, the pair of you shiver at the stimulation, and it’s almost as if you were connected to the same live wire. Electrifying. 

After a few more passes of his cock it seems that even he is tiring of the teasing, so he finally, finally breeches your walls. A sweet moan tumbles from your mouth, low and unrestrained, and he hisses in response. “God, you’re gripping me so tight, are you sure that you’ve been fucked before?” He groans, head falling to meet the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “I’ve barely even gotten the tip inside and you’re already trying to push me out.”

Your walls are giving futile resistance to his length, but he continues pushing in steadily until he’s fully seated inside of you. “So thick!” You breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“That’s right, Sweetheart. And you’re taking it all…” He punctuates his words by tightening his grip on your hips, blunt fingernails biting into your skin. A part of you hopes that they bruise.

He sets a brutal pace from the start, almost immediately pulling back to reenter despite the lack of adequate adjustment. When you whine in complaint, he offers a simple, halfhearted apology that sounds something like “Shit…sorry, o-oh fuck, I’ll make it up to you, I swear..!”

It– He’s endearing, so you let it slide.

Each thrust is perfectly placed, and you have to toss your forearm across your face to keep from letting out the embarrassing noises bubbling up your throat. Yangyang doesn’t seem to appreciate that, and he punishes you with a wordless nip at the column of your neck accordingly. 

You can feel pleasure mounting where your two bodies meet, and you hate to admit that you can already feel your release tingling in your toes and the tips of your fingers. Despite the effort to keep your sounds at bay, you’re still letting out a few here and there past your drool-slick barrier. “Oh my God!” You wail when he brushes the spot in you that sets off blindingly bright fireworks right behind your eyes. “Right there!”

“Right here?” He teases with a pointed thrust, breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat, leaving the comfort of your neck to meet your gaze.

While the first thrust sets off fireworks, the next one feels like a flashbang. An explosion of white hot pleasure nearly takes you by surprise, and you lose all semblance of self-control, rolling your hips down into him and fucking yourself further onto his cock. “Yes! Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t. The tech instead grabs one of your thighs, maneuvering you onto your side and guiding your leg up onto his shoulder in one swift movement. He immediately slips back into your wet heat with a groan, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this pussy, shit, I’m going to have to move up your fill appointment.”

With the new angle, one of his hip bones kiss your clit in just the right way. Tears springing to your eyes, elusive orgasm hurtling towards you at an alarming pace. “I’m gonna cum!” You whine, a teardrop rolling over the gentle slope of your cheekbone.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart, let me feel you cream my cock!”

He doesn’t slow his thrusts or make any unnecessary adjustments as you finally, and thankfully, come undone. Your heart thunders loudly in your head as you drench both the chair and the skin where you and him connect. Upon feeling your hole flutter around him, Yangyang whimpers and doesn’t slow his movements despite you teetering on the edge of pain from your recent orgasm. 

“So, so good for me, I knew you were a good girl.” He babbles, barely coherent at all. You hiss when the stimulation becomes all too much, and he still finds it within himself to coo at the state of you. “I know, I know, I’m so close. Just a little bit more.”

Then, just when you think that you’ve completely figured him out, he does something completely unexpected. He guides your hand, resting limply at your side, up to his neck. Holding you there with an insistent press of his palm, wanting you to create pressure of your own.

When you grace him with a gentle squeeze, his eyes immediately roll back into his head. “Are you sure?” You ask, easing off of the pressure only the slightest bit. 

“Please, please, please…” He pants, a dribble of spit creeping into the corner of his mouth.

Once you receive his desperate plea, your fingers tighten their grip, but not so much as to completely restrict airflow all together. His eyes, hazy and unfocused, are glued to the ceiling. Face red and forehead beaded with sweat, his hips stutter as his end closes in on him.

Your eyes widen and you tighten your grip with haste, “Pull out!”

And he does, a trembling hand prying your fingers from his neck. Yangyang holds it tenderly in contrast to the furious nature that he’s currently jerking his cock. After a few more pumps, he grits his teeth and cums with a near inhuman shout, making sure to cover the entirety of your hand with strings of his pearlescent release.

With a few lingering tugs, he milks himself of what remains and heaves a long sigh, completely satiated. Then, as if reinflating a party balloon, he perks up and hops directly into action. “Wait! Hold it right there!” He says, speed walking back to his discarded pile of clothing. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Your forehead wrinkles in confusion, but you do as he asks, not really wanting to move much anyway. When he finally returns to your side, he waves his long forgotten cellphone in the air with a shit-eating grin. Your heart drops, “What are you doing with that?”

Immediately, he raises his hands defensively (phone still clutched in one of them), smile dropping. His brows shoot up to his hairline. “Just taking a picture of your hand. You know that I post pictures of my work on Instagram, right?”

“Gross!”

The tech raises and drops his shoulder, all-too-familiar amusement lacing his tone. “The ladies love it.”

“Go ahead…just don’t post it, for fuck’s sake.” You pinch the bridge of your nose with your unsoiled hand, a loud discontented sigh wracking your body.

“I won’t, I won’t. Scout’s honor!” Yangyang beams, rubbing at the nape of his neck. The action would almost seem sheepish if you didn’t already see him for what he truly is. “This is for my private collection.”

“Oh, you’re sick.”

“Guilty as charged, Sweetheart.”

-----

The day’s still young when Yangyang finds himself with some free time to take a break. He had (that being the keyword) an early morning appointment, but, despite the bitterness he initially felt at the last minute cancellation, he’s thankful for the prospect of an earlier lunch.

He grabs his elementary school-grade Deadpool lunchbox out of the electric blue minifridge, unzipping it carefully so as to not spill its contents all over the floor. His meticulously packed lunch consists of a tinfoil wrapped sandwich, a small bag of Cheetos, a couple of snack cakes, and a pack of Scooby-Doo gummies.

The lunch of champions.

He dutifully unwraps the main course, disposing of the foil with an arch of his wrist, tossing the ball at an overflowing waste bin. Yangyang, of course, overestimates the distance and misses the metal can entirely. Classic man behavior. But instead of standing, picking it up, and disposing of it properly, he decides to ignore its existence entirely and pretend that he made it in. It’s not like anyone saw his failure, right?

Right?

Wrong. “Nice one.” Jeno says out of the blue, carefully pushing the wall of beads aside so he can join his coworker in the break room.

He didn’t even hear the man approach the break room, or even the familiar chime of the front door, for that matter. It’s a small space as it is, made even tinier with the addition of his coworker. The chiropractor leans casually against the wall with crossed, beefy arms, unintentionally interrupting Yangyang’s free time– and the path of a sandwich to his mouth. There’s a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth, amusement written all over his face.

“Thanks.” Yangyang replies, bouncing an unbothered shoulder, and raising his sandwich to take a comically large bite.

Jeno leans down to retrieve the foil ball as the other male chews, gently balancing it atop the teetering trash pile. “So I heard that you were able to see one of my regular clients the other day.” He starts, delicately weaving his way into an entirely different topic of conversation.

Most likely the one he came here to begin in the first place.

“Hm? I did?” The silver haired man answers after he chokes down a swallow. With a tilt of his head, he lowers his stack of bread, bologna, cheese, and mayonnaise pensively. When he doesn’t get an immediate response, he impatiently moves to lift it back in the direction of his slacked jaw.

“Yeah. I’m not too sure why she didn’t contact me first, though.” The chiropractor starts, rubbing at the invisible stubble on his freshly shaved chin. He flashes Yang a white row of teeth, “I told her I would ask you to give her a discount.”

The nail tech comes to a jerky halt, mouth still hanging open to welcome in the food as all the pieces slide into place. Well, it’s more of a fucking slam than a slide at this point. Jeno. Discount. You. With your long legs and black pumps, sauntering into his shop after a long day at work and asking him for a discount.

The discount was a thing? Like, a real, legitimate thing? Shit, Yangyang honestly thought that “discount” was an innuendo for sex. That you were just too shy to outright ask him to fuck you, so you went about it in a roundabout way.

Suddenly armed with the new knowledge, the picture he has of his handiwork, tucked away within the hidden folder of his cellphone, weighs heavily in the pocket of his sweats.

A picture he’s looked at countless times since that evening. A memory that never fails to have his dick stirring. That particular photo, as well as the things he did with you, to you, has lived in the back of his mind…

Yet now he somewhat feels as though he’s taken advantage of you and your situation. Only somewhat. But even with that revelation, he feels reluctant to erase that image from his gallery. 

Because erasing that would feel too much like erasing you.

A fat glob of mayo falls from his half-eaten sandwich, hitting the table of the break room with a tiny, but still audible, sound. “Wait, there really was a discount?”

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[winwintea]

how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader 

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun.  The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back. 

Liu Yang Yang 

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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[sadnightforus]

coworker and enemy!yangyang who has been a pain in your ass ever since you joined the company in late September. He was your supervisor and he was helpful and nice before you got switched to be under Kun's wing. ever since that incident, he starts messing with you and your mind. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who looks for an opportunity to jap and even throw a smart remark at you whenever you both are together. You’ve grown so used to his behavior overtime that you aren’t fazed by what he was doing anymore. You began to throw remarks at him too and humiliate him at times for him to have a taste of his own medicine. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who purposely messes up your work items and hide your lunches so he’ll have a reason to say ‘haha loser you look like you’re about to die’ and you’ll be forced to sit through an empty stomach, insanely worn out from both work and his antics.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who always bickers in your social media posts even though you both don’t follow each other. You reciprocate the same energy and oftentimes, even go as far to mess with other people who attempted to flirt in his comment to show him that he will never win this silly little game easily. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes much more meaner when you started getting closer to Sicheng, who is a new member of the team from the other department, and he seems to notice and like you too. He would go as far to say you’re unattractive and not compatible with Sicheng, which you both know is a total lie, but for some reason, you got affected by what he said. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who became worried as you began to be so much more quieter, distant and you stopped responding to his antics as your attention is solely directed on your works. He instantly feels like shit and even filled with rage when he notices that you have become much more affectionate with Sicheng too. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who often punches the pillows and gets drunk, murmuring about how he hates that you’re so distant and looks at Sicheng like he’s your world while Yangyang himself probably amounts to nothing in your eyes and he wishes that you’d reciprocated his love too. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who gets drunk and complains to his friends about how you have heart eyes for another ‘scumbag’ in his company, slurring all of his drunken thoughts about how he has been in love with you for so long and he just doesn’t know how to express all of those thoughts properly so he resorted to picking on you instead. He was mad that instead of you noticing him, you gave attention to another worthless guy who doesn’t deserve a dime of your time. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who one day works late overtime and gets out, thinking no one would be in the building. Surprisingly, he spots you, who seems to be equally as beaten down by the work as him. He walks to you, doesn’t have the heart to tease as it has been so long and you’re startled by how quiet he has become right at this moment. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who strangely enjoys the comfortable silence, without bickering just once as you both are taking a long walk, exiting the company’s ground. He was doing good until you hit him with the question ‘So.. a little birdie that you like me. Is that correct?’ in the most teasing voice ever and he swears he wants to die. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who begins to panic, while wondering who could be the snitch on him as his mouth quickly responds ‘No I don’t, you’re just egoistical.’ to which you respond with ‘Oh yeah? Then why have you been raving about how pretty I am to your friends and how you hate Sicheng so much?’ 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes silent as he knows you have defeated him in this, then you laugh, the loudest and most genuine laugh he had ever heard since he knew you. ‘That’s my cousin, you’re so dumb.’ Then you laugh even harder, as you continue speaking ‘If you pay attention, you’d notice that I use Sicheng to get back at you for being emotionally constipated and bullying your crush as your love language.’ 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes red in the face as he gets exposed as he tries to speak ‘Wait! I can explain-‘ and he just ends up stuttering half way when he does. You find it adorable how he has a new different side to him. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes ecstatic once he heard the ‘You know, I think you’re so dumb that you never really noticed I like you either the way I harassed at least half of the girls who follows you on Instagram’ and he doesn’t care for anything else as he leans in to kiss your cheeks. 

coworker and enemy!yangyang who ends up working his courage to ask you out on a date and finally working out on getting his enemy as his baby. 

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: it's probably better if i write an au but I can't handle it so enjoy.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

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[papergirllife]

Liu Yang Yang

Yandere! Fanboy Yang Yang x Idol! Reader

‘He was the fanboy at the front of the show, but he’s not satisfied’

warnings: stalking, threats towards someone (not mc), unprotected sex, knife play, cream pie, yandere obsessive behaviour, morally grey characters, etc.

DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ, HATE MESSAGES WOULD BE DELETED, THANK YOU.

word count: 11k

Your tired eyes were still fighting the sleepiness behind your lids as you read the comments on the side of the screen, your fans using this opportunity to appreciate your face up close, no make up on and only a single study lamp on, but still your complexion was almost flawless, well, to Yang Yang and some of the fellow fans that love you just as much anyways.

“Thank you everyone who spent their precious time with me, it’s been a hectic time lately, and I think you guys have some really accurate speculations behind the reason why,” you said with a cute wink to the camera of your new desktop, the same one Yang Yang gifted you, “and lastly, I’d like to thank MienYang, my fansite for gifting me this new monitor, you really didn’t have to, my old one only had slight glitches,” you said, to which Yang Yang remembers, flashing back to the last live you did with your old monitor, the camera quality was shit, “and I hope the rest of you have a good night’s rest, fighting for tomorrow! Bye!” you said, ending your live.

Yang Yang sits back in his leather chair, releasing a content sigh, he always feels all his stress of the day seep out of his body whenever he’s watched your lives, it was even better than therapy, not that he’ll ever tell his therapist this.

Yang Yang likes to call himself your biggest fan, although he’s new considered the fact that your group isn’t, he likes to think that he found you at the perfect time when he needed you.

Yang Yang is the head of his father’s electronics company here in Seoul, his company produces chips and motherboards for big brands that are much too lazy to make and manage their own factories anymore, which would explain the expansion to here in South Korea after sealing a deal with the biggest mobile brand here, it was a tough time for him, adjusting to a new environment with only the basics of the foreign language he had crammed into his head as per his father’s orders.

He was so stressed about the business that one day he randomly passed by this stadium with resellers outside selling tickets for more than two times the price, he couldn’t give a flying fuck at first, but when he heard the last minute rehearsal going on from behind the walls, he impulsively bought a ticket, his excuse being that he heard a voice that sounded like an angel, and so he bought the front row seats to the concert, Yang Yang only knows of the older groups from his teenage years, so he thought of this as an impulsive purchase and nothing more to destress, but when he laid eyes on the face of the owner, he knew he was in for another fan experience he had went through for exo.

You were angelic in the opening song, an upbeat cheerful song performed by your group to hype up the atmosphere, but a few songs later, the concept started to change, to a mysterious and somewhat sexy one, he didn’t know your group was so versatile, and needless to say, you shined the most, with your hooded eyes and occasional lip bites accompanied by the teasing rolls of your hips to the choreography, Yang Yang knew he had to have you no matter the price.

And so he let himself fall into the rabbit hole of you, researching about your entire background, where you’re from, your hobbies, your favourite food, your favourite colour, name it, he knows, even your weight and blood type.

None of his employees or his father’s lackies know about this obsession of his, of course, god forbid his father knowing, he’d be shipped back to Germany piece by piece.

Yang Yang, to mask his identity, adorns in all black attire whenever he follows you to your schedules in his identity of your new fansite, he never stalked you, Yang Yang has a company to manage, he only follows you to official schedules, like music shows and sometimes award shows, he has to keep up with the image of a fansite, just to send you gifts, yes he’s sent you tons of gifts, from the latest Prada bag you have, down to the mouse on your desk he just saw, all under the name of MienYang, which is a ring to the animal you resemble, a sheep, which came about after you had gone viral for wearing an oversized white knitted sweater, and Mien is noodles in his native language, for your love for ramyeon, see? He knows every single meticulous detail.

Yang Yang was content with being a silent fan at first, thinking maybe he was a bit too obsessive in the midst of his whirlwind parasocial romance, but he brushes the thought aside, no one can treat you the way you truly deserve, and definitely not the shitty company you’re signed under.

At first it was just the innocent act, or not so innocent, of being roped into a sasaeng group chat that trades info about your group’s schedule like his peers did with bitcoins and nfts, Yang Yang didn’t want anything to do with it at first, but when he saw these sasaengs having ‘dirt’ on some of your members for dating, he had to ask, just a harmless question of whether you were secretly seeing anyone. Yang Yang was bracing for the worst if he was honest, but to his surprise, the group chat blew up with a slew of messages about your love life, or lack there of.

‘She’s a hermit, the only thing she does is sneak out for late night convenience store runs near her dorm.’

‘I used to follow her when she was my bias, but she was so boring that she doesn’t even leave her dorms unless it’s for shopping.’

‘I don’t think she’s ever stepped foot in a club, not even a pub....’

Now this was interesting, the user who had commented on how you went out for convenience stores late at night had messaged him privately, saying that he could sell him more info if he wants, but with a price, and did Yang Yang say yes? You bet his ass he did.

He had met up with the guy at a cafe at a less busy hour to ‘discuss’.

“As we had agreed upon, 100k won per question,” the guy said, his appearance was a mess, he probably followed you last night too, to get more out of this, he did this for a living, he has to go all out.

“First question, is it true that she’s single and holes up in her dorm all the time?” Yang Yang asked.

“That’s two questions, yes, and as a bonus, she’s only had a brief 3 months relationship before moving to Korea, but I think most fans know this by now, and to answer your second question, yes that’s true, she’s very much a hermit, goes to work and then comes home straight, that’s 200k pretty boy, anymore questions?” the guy says before taking a sip of his iced americano, paid for by Yang Yang of course, and before Yang Yang could do some logical thinking, he blurted out the question that has been relaying in his mind over and over again.

“I want her address, you have it don’t you?” Yang Yang asked, he swore this would be the last thing he asks for today, he doesn’t want to invade too much of your privacy, just enough to satisfy his thirst for you.

“Now that’s another price,” the man leaned back with a smug smile on his ugly face.

Yang Yang hasn’t ever spent one million won purely on information, not even in the industry he’s in.

Yang Yang finds himself in your dorm’s neighbourhood, but there’s three convenience stores in the area, he wonders if you prefer cu or emart, he’s currently in cu, it’s less flashy and smaller in size, if he was an idol, he’d definitely pick this one.

He’s not in the store yet, waiting in the car, with his phone to zoom in whenever he sees a female figure coming through his vicinity, but none of them were you, all of them had their hoods down, so they’re definitely not you, Yang Yang would recognise your face even if he lost all memory of who he was himself.

It was until when he saw a familiar phone case in a hooded figure’s delicate hands, then he knew, he recognises your new case, the one with fake gummy bears at the back.

Yang Yang immediately springs out of his car, slamming the door shut before quickly jogging inside the convenience store, his body slacks in comfort of the heating but his focus heightens, trying to see where you were.

That’s when he sees you, crouched in the corner, a hand on your knee, contemplating which ramyeon to get, Yang Yang has to stop himself from cooing at the cute sight. Yang Yang makes himself look busy by picking through what ramyeon he wants, as an excuse to execute the plan he’s formulated for almost a week.

When you stood up to pay, he quickly grabs the one he had decided on since he had laid eyes on the selections, he was just waiting for you, he went up to pay first when he sees you making a beeline for the cashier.

He ‘tries’ to pay with his kaokaopay, the keyword ‘tries’ because he knows there’s no credit in that e wallet anymore, and did he purposely forget his wallet? Of course he did.

“Damn it, I forgot to top up and my wallet’s left at home,” Yang Yang curses to himself, but loud enough to let you pick it up.

“No worries, I’ll pay,” you say, thrusting your phone to the scanner, flashing him a kind smile that shows on your eyes, your beautiful lips hidden by the mask you had adorned to conceal your identity.

“Thank you so much,” Yang Yang says with a polite bow, “Is there a way I could pay you back?” Yang Yang asks, taking your items to the instant ramyeon station, opening your packet and his to fill up the plastic bowls with hot water.

“Maybe you could pay for my noodles the next time we see each other here,” you suggested, taking your bowl of ramyeon, walking to an empty table, away from the windows.

“Deal,” Yang Yang agreed, taking a seat across you, “I’m new to this country, so I don’t know many people, it’d be nice to have a face to be familiarise with, are you a foreigner too?” Yang Yang pried, as if he didn’t know the answers to those basic questions.

“Yup! But I’ve been here for a few years now, it’s really hard at first, the difference of culture and language really sets us foreigners aside, doesn’t it?” you ask, of course, you might be wrong, some people adapt really well to the local culture, Seoul is easier than other smaller cities according to your seniors.

“Yeah, I’m here cuz my company transferred me here, it was really a bummer at first, what about you? Career reasons too, I guess?” Yang Yang easily strikes up a conversation, he’s very much an introvert, but around the people he clicks with? It’s like a breeze for him, and to him, you and him are two missing puzzle pieces waiting to be pieced together.

“Yeah, do I look too old to be a college student?” you asked jokingly, this is a nice change, the feeling of being a stranger to someone again, maybe meeting, wait, you haven’t caught his name.

“No, but you don’t have a bag with you to study, and most college kids will bring their food back home to eat while studying, you seem to have more time on your hands than a college kid, so I just assumed, unless you are?”

“Nope,” you said, finishing your noodles, you peered over to his, almost empty too, “but you look a bit young to be transferred over so quickly,” you commented.

“Yeah, it’s my uncle’s business, and he wanted some help, I didn’t have any plans after graduation, so I had to take up the offer, or my dad would have my head,” another lie, but this is how he has to do if he wants to be your friend, and to his greediness, something more even.

“Wow, your family must have really high hopes for you,” you complimented, picking up after yourselves, you’re going to leave soon, you still have afternoon practice tomorrow, and you don’t want to go into the company looking like a zombie.

“I guess, I’ll see you soon...

You give him your name while he holds the door open for you, he seems to be such a gentleman, a rare sight these days.

“Yang Yang, it’s a pleasure meeting you, get home soon, even from a newbie, I could tell Seoul isn’t the safest,” he said, looking back at you to see that you covered your head with your hoodie and your face with a mask once again.

“You too, till we meet again, Yang Yang,” you said, walking to the direction of your dorms.

Yang Yang watches you from afar before deciding to follow you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he found out you were attacked, and so he keeps a distance with your figure, up until you stepped into your dorm’s compounds, and now he can go back home for a peaceful sleep, knowing that you’re safe.

Yang Yang had made the effort, given if his schedule and job allowed, to go to that same convenience store every night, and 50% of the time, he’d bump into you, he’d brush it off as a coincidence, citing that he lives very nearby, and of course you never doubted him, it was an almost 100% housing area anyways, and you did meet him in this very same convenience store many nights ago, and so the two of you became friends.

You never really talked about your life, you had lied that you were just a girl fresh out of college being pushed into the corporate world like a fish into a tank of sharks, which wasn’t all that false, instead of saying your managers and staff were rude to you, you’d change it to your seniors at your office, just a small white lie.

Yang Yang wasn’t mad in the slightest of course, if you had revealed your identity to him, you probably wouldn’t have made friends with him or even talk to him if he had made himself known to have recognised you that very first night.

Yang Yang had spun a web of lies upon lies just to make you happy, not like you didn’t contribute into any of the web making, but Yang Yang really tries to make himself as honest as he could be, like how he had recently moved out of his penthouse in Gangnam to live in this very neighbourhood he had claimed he had lived in since day 1, he doesn’t like lying to you, but if lying is what’s keeping you here beside him, he’d take it.

“Hey, why don’t we exchange numbers? Then we don’t need to limit our conversations in this convenience store, and we can even text each other to see if we’re coming here,” you suggested, handing over your unlocked phone for him to key in his number, an unlocked phone, an idol’s greatest fear, but here you were, entrusting your whole career in his hands.

“Sure.”

The early signs of autumn crept up to you in the form of a chilly breeze tonight after having yet another late night convenience store run with Yang Yang, you were walking a little bit further behind to avoid the chances of someone recognising you in your neighbourhood and exposing Yang Yang’s identity, which is why you heard the telltale signs of shuffling of footsteps.

You quickly looked back to see who it was, and the sight nearly made you shit your pants, it was a tall burly man who was wearing a cap even though it’s completely dark out, you’ve been told that sasaengs are often identified through this sort of attire during this timing because rarely anyone wears a cap at night in Seoul unless they’re fellow celebrities, and the keychain of your group’s logo hanging by the side of his fanny pack tells you otherwise.

You quickly dragged Yang Yang into an alley when the two of you rounded a familiar cornering.

“There’s someone following me, we need to run and hide,” you said to a very confused looking Yang Yang, obvious distress in the tone of your voice.

Yang Yang heeds to your warning immediately, pulling you to hide behind a row of large recycling bins, hands holding onto yours when he sees how panic stricken you looked.

After a few minutes, Yang Yang gets up to check if the coast was clear, telling you to stand up when he confirmed no one was following you anymore.

“Why was that guy following you? Do you owe loan sharks money or something?” Yang Yang asked, acting oblivious.

“No...Yang, there’s something I need to tell you, about my identity, please don’t be mad that I’ve been lying to you, I just thought it’d be easier that way, I never thought something like this would happen. The man who was following us is probably one of my fans, and he was probably dangerous because he didn’t carry any camera or had his phone out, those are the obvious signs of a crazy sasaeng, what I’m trying to say is that....I’m an idol of a quite famous group in kpop, I’m sorry I lied about my job, I just wanted a genuine friend who won’t care how famous I am, I just didn’t expect I’d put you into this sort of danger without your permission, and I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, I know there’s risks to being an idol’s-

“Don’t, I’m glad to be your friend, so don’t ever say that, and imagine if I wasn’t here tonight, he might’ve gotten to you and god knows what he’ll do to you, so don’t apologise, I’m happy to be by your side,” Yang Yang said after he had pulled you in for a hug, his presence and touch comforting you and your running mind, “how about I walk you home instead of saying goodbye at the intersection?” Yang Yang asked, to which you nodded enthusiastically, grateful to have met someone as caring and as accepting as Yang Yang.

As time has passed, that night’s events never left your mind, both in a bad light and a good one because that act of Yang Yang ushering you to safety had etched in your mind permanently, the scene unfolding itself whenever you zone out because to you, that was your very own kdrama moment, Yang Yang being your knight in shining armour and you being the damsel in distress.

Though it might be a hard pill to swallow in everyone else’s eyes that it was all an act, one that Yang Yang had planned it meticulously with a hefty sum of money, hiring the actor who played your ‘stalker’, and on top of that, paying for his non-disclosure agreement. Yang Yang needed you to fall for him, and through your old interviews of the dramas you were watching, he had grown to know what man you would fall for, and most of those dramas had a scene of the female lead being saved, most of the time you’d watch thriller dramas, which would explain why.

Yang Yang knows what he did was wrong, that he had scared you that night, but to him, this was some sort of warning, to let you know that even if it wasn’t him, there’s a huge possibility of you encountering crazy fans like this, he wants you to depend on him for safety, just the two of you now, having one of your convenience store runs again, but instead of just some random meet up, now he can call these dates, the two of you now have your impromptu suppers at another convenience store, you feared that the crazy fan would come back to get you after an unsuccessful attempt that night, Yang Yang even suggested to drive out to the next neighbourhood, which you’re very much grateful for.

Dating Yang Yang was a skeptical decision on your end, having to dodge your members as well as your managers was hard, you had trained your face not to smile as well as switching apps at 0.1 seconds whenever someone tries looking over your shoulder to see who you were texting, but Yang Yang makes you immensely happy in this lonely career of yours.

Speaking of which, you had asked Yang Yang out for ramyeon after you saw a notice of one of your most loyal fansites, MienYang, closing down.

“Why did they close it, babe? I thought you said they were relatively new to your fandom,” Yang Yang asks, as if he doesn’t know.

“I checked their twitter, apparently they’re leaving overseas for university, so they can’t go to my official schedules and stuff anymore,” you say, a pout unknowingly making its way on your lips, “they’re one of the non-sasaeng fansites, it’s sad to see someone who respects me as a person and as an idol go, you know?” you said, thinking aloud mostly, of course you love all the other non-sasaeng fansites, but MienYang has always gifted you sentimental gifts, like food trucks of your favourite snacks whenever there’s some sort of filming or official schedule, even flowers of your favourite kind, and not to mention your entire monitor set up in your dorm only after one mindless complaint you made about the processor that one time on live.

“Hey, don’t be too upset about it, I’m sure they’re still supporting you by other means wherever they are on the globe, think of it on a brighter side, they got in the university they wanted, isn’t that something worth being happy for? Your dearest fan having an education for themselves?” Yang Yang comforts you, reaching a hand over to grasp yours, smiling at you across the table, his eyes pleading for you to cheer up, he never likes seeing you upset.

“Yeah, of course I am, I think I just have attachment issues when it comes to my fans, especially if I knew they were dedicating their free time and even their wealth at a time like this, I’m grateful for all of them, no matter how much money they’d spent, but to know that this fansite spent their hard earned money on me was just... I’m just really grateful, you know? It’s not about the money, but the hard work behind every one of their gifts and events, sorry, I’m rambling and I sound a bit too deserving at the moment, but I just wish I could do more for them, to repay what they had gifted me over the course of this period,” you said, eyes staring mindlessly at the cup of banana milk in front of you, “It’s a crazy thought but I sometimes wish I could clone more of me so every single fan out there would have a chance to meet me, sometimes I see posts of fans span across the globe saying they were dying to meet me, their yearning breaks my heart, I just want to bring joy to their life.”

“So that’s why you do lives so often,” Yang Yang notes, you truly are an angel, you didn’t need to put up the act of a kind hearted idol in front of him, you know he as a boyfriend, would never judge you for purely treating this idol thing as a career, but you’re not like that, you really have a golden heart.

“Yeah, sometimes I’m scared I annoy them, I turn on lives when I’m eating alone, during practice breaks, when I’m bored at night, I wonder if they think I do it too often,” you said with a chuckle, recounting the many times where your fans had suggested you to just open a mukbang channel.

“Nah, it’s cute to see you eat, sometimes I tune in if I was having lunch alone in the office too,” Yang Yang said with a tilt of his head, eyes darting to the ice cream fridge, a bit shy about confessing that this.

“You do??? Oh god, I look cringe, don’t I?” you said before breaking out a nervous laugh, not finding it weird that your boyfriend would just randomly drop in on your lives.

“Nah, you’re definitely mukbang material, I feel full even by just watching you eat, that’s a charm not many have, most idols just try to act overly cute when they eat, now that’s cringe,” Yang Yang said, reassuring you, it was the truth though, “it is in fact a joy to see you eat, and I bet your other fans agree too,” if the amount of times you trended on twitter for eating wasn’t enough of an evidence.

“You’re just saying that cuz you’re my boyfriend, Yang,” you said before finishing up your banana milk, starting to clean up the trash of containers and plastic utensil wrappers, you were always the responsible one, whenever your group mates leave a group live or some recorded programme to do something else, you’d always stay back to help the staff clean up, just like how you are now, and so Yang Yang stops you, taking the remaining trash from your hands and cleans the rest of it, not much of it left of course, you’re always a quick one.

“Yup, I’m your boyfriend, so would you please stop picking up after ourselves? Let me do it, you had a long day,” Yang Yang chides before retreating to the dustbin, carefully sorting whatever that could be recycled into their respective bins, he doesn’t want to get an earful from you.

“Thank you,” you said, meeting him at the door that he was holding open for you, “you always treat me like a princess,” you said, cheeks heating up at the realisation.

“Because you are my princess, now let’s fetch you back to your dorms before my car turns into a pumpkin Cinderella,” Yang Yang jokes, opening the passenger door for you.

“It’s already 1 a.m., Yang!”

The man hits the wall beside the big household rubbish bin with a loud thud, the sound of the back of skull coming into the brick isn’t pretty one, but it’s a beautiful melody in Yang Yang’s ears, a menacing smile appears under the thick layer of his medical mask, to conceal his identity of course.

“Are you crazy, you bastard?!” that shitbag of stalker of yours spits out, a hand holding the back of head, his facial features constricting in pain, “like you’re not a sasaeng too! You fucking hypocrite!”

Yang Yang pulls out a switch blade from the back of his pocket, releasing the sharp end, he chokes the man to keep him vulnerable under his control, knife coming dangerously close to the spot where he punched the man, he wonders how it’d look to cut open a swollen bruise.

“I’m protecting her from fuckers like you! Do you see me carrying a huge ass camera, walking around broadcasting her whole life on the internet?!” Yang Yang retorts, his fingers closing dangerously around his jugular, “if I see you again, you won’t be leaving without a scratch, you hear me?” Yang Yang warns, the knife he holds coming close to the eye of the scumbag, he’ll take his eye out as a third warning if he catches him lurking around again.

“Yes, I hear you! I’m sorry, just please let me go! I swear I’ll never stalk her ever again!” the man tried his best to look apologetic and bow his head down as far as the hand constricting allows him.

Yang Yang frees him from his grip, eyes watching him scram, tail tucked between his two legs, Yang Yang breathes a sigh of relief, this is probably the last of them, he’s still in the group chat and he knows what they say about him, the crazy sasaeng, the group chats he’s in has warn the members of your sasaengs about him, dubbed as the craziest fan you’ve ever had to date, and Yang Yang is more than proud to have this title.

He folds back the knife into the safety of his jacket and pulls out his phone, pressing onto your contact that’s on his speed dial.

“Hey babe, I’m done with work and I’m in your area, are you still in the convenience store? How about you sleep over my place? I haven’t spent much time with you these days,” Yang Yang says with a borderline aegyo voice that he knows gets you to budge every single time.

“Okay, okay, do you want me to get you anything though? They still have chicken katsu today, let me ask if it’s from tonight or this afternoon,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Thank you, baby, take your time, I’ll be waiting in my car outside the store,” Yang Yang said before hanging up, he can’t wait to see you.

“The worker didn’t lie right? It looks fresh,” you commented as you watch Yang Yang eat in earnest, he always acts like that when he eats, and the idiot always says it’s only because of you, and that even a walnut would feel like a full meal if he’s eating it in your presence.

“Yeah, it’s fresh, you want a bite?” Yang Yang asks, offering you his chicken.

“No, I had chicken in the company today, I would’ve cooked you noodles if the chicken turned out to be from the afternoon, you’ve been working late so often these days,” you said while brushing his bangs out of his eyes to get a better look at the eyebags under his pretty doe eyes.

“It’s okay, just training some new people up, then I’ll have more time for you in the future, and it’s better to plan ahead, I want to have a secure future for you, you can have fun performing without financial worries when you become more of a senior, do what you want to do, what you don’t get enough time to do now, what you didn’t get to experience as a trainee, that’s my end goal,” Yang Yang said, his heart jumping in jitters, this isn’t the first time the two of you have expressed the desire to be together forever, the first time this topic came up, you were talking about how Yang Yang’s room might not have enough closet space for your coats in the future.

“Yang, I never dated you with the expectation of you providing for me, not that I’m against it, but I know you have wishes too-

“I had a really fulfilling childhood, trust me, and I’m having lots of fun in my 20s now, but you’re always working so hard, and I know you enjoy most of it, but there’s so much you haven’t done, and this is my wish too, to make you the happiest person in my life,” Yang Yang said in all sincerity, the silly and carefree Yang Yang you’ve grown to know has disappeared now, leaving him vulnerable, baring his soul in front of you.

“Thank you, Yang Yang, I love you,” you said, tackling to the corner of the couch, he almost lost his grip on his chicken, but he’d sacrifice chicken katsu for your hugs any day.

“I love you too, you sappy idiot, you go wash up first, I’ll join you after you leave me in peace to finish my food,” Yang Yang says before he takes a huge bite of said chicken, a hand nudging you softly to the direction of his bedroom.

“Okay, be quick though,” you said, leaving for his room, and Yang Yang to his own train of thoughts.

When Yang Yang first dived into being your fan, he noticed how you’d always tuck yourself in the corner, not very interactive in group contents, especially in your rookie days, but slowly, you settled into the idea of being a public figure, you realised your shy personality had garnered a decent amount of fans that, ‘idol standards wise’, you needed to start engaging with your fans in a solo manner to actually build up your career, at first you were a bit closed off, and not really knowing what to talk to the fans about, but slowly, you started opening up about yourself, and now being in a relationship with Yang Yang, a comfortable validation of your personality now exists in your mind, and needless to say, whatever reason it maybe, your fans are happy that you’re flourishing and now your fan base is growing at a fast pace, Yang Yang is happy for you, even if he needs to tell people to scram every other night, but it’s slowly trickling down to one every few weeks, only a dumbass once in a blue moon dares to challenge him nowadays.

Yang Yang sighs to himself, a mix of emotions, relief, love, and maybe a hint of pride, and comfort knowing that on screen you and off screen you aren’t all that different, you’re only extroverted around him and your members, sometimes he worries that you don’t have enough friends, but Yang Yang isn’t all that much better, only a handful of close friends back in his student days in Germany, maybe he should visit them soon, but he worries for your safety if he’s gone.

“Hey, you done, babe?” you ask, walking out, spotting the oily paper bag discarded on the coffee table.

“Yup, go wait for me on the bed, rest your legs, you must’ve had a long day of practice,” Yang Yang chides, heading into the ensuite bathroom to wash up.

“Nah, it was mostly vocals today, and don’t worry, I drank honey, just as you told me,” you added when you saw Yang Yang looking at you expectantly, satisfaction blooming in your chest when you see Yang Yang nodding proudly, tooth paste foam and the brush sticking out of his mouth comically, you could wake up and go to bed with this sight.

When Yang Yang finally joins you, you wrap your limbs around his lean body, sighing in comfort at the warmth his body provides, he’s always felt like a walking human heater to you.

“What’s with the sudden burst of affection?” Yang Yang teases.

“Nothing, just missed you,” you mumbled into his chest, inhaling the comforting scent of his laundry detergent, “I’ll wait for you in bed,” you mumbled before walking away.

Yang Yang’s shoulders sag in relief, the thought of cuddling you to bed immediately relieving him of the stress he had felt from the whole day.

Yang Yang lets himself under the blanket, greeted by your arms around him,  you had always loved spooning him, out of habit from all the big plushie you had always cuddled to sleep, you can’t go to bed without hugging something, Yang Yang lacks the softness you’re used to, but the warmth he provides is just as comforting.

Although the thought of falling asleep right now is more than tempting, you think it’s time to take the next step in your relationship, and as an adult as a whole.

“Hey Yang, do you ever think about like taking our relationship to the next stage?” you ask mindlessly, you might not get anything out of this, it’s been a long day for your hardworking boyfriend, and you understand, there are somedays where you don’t wanna do anything after work either.

“What do you mean? Like marriage? If so then no take backs cuz I’m in this shit for life, babe,” Yang Yang jokes, tickling at your sides, his touches with you are always innocent, there’s no need to rush, especially after hearing what you just said.

“No, Yang, I meant like, you know, physical affection?” you say as your eyes dart away from his searching ones, ever the observing boyfriend, he always wants to read your emotions through the windows of your soul, something he picked up from his mom growing up when he throws tantrums and she wants to understand his frustration.

“You want more kisses?” Yang Yang asks, apology on the tip of his tongue, he must’ve been so busy these few weeks that you feel neglected.

“No, no, like,” you’re running out of words and you’d bite your own tongue before saying the word sex in front of your boyfriend who’s had a few girlfriends, but you’re desperate to see what he feels about this, so you take his wrist into your hands, placing his palm on your breast.

It was merely flesh biology wise, and that’s how Yang Yang felt about it with his exes, he’s always been much more of an ass guy, but this slight touch, he felt electric shocks going up his back before he came to his senses and pulled his hand away, as if he was burnt by your touch.

“Baby...” Yang Yang trails off, his sentences not forming, he swears that one touch permanently fried parts of his brain, but you take his hesitance as rejection, which sends Yang Yang into a worried frenzy, that’s definitely not what he meant.

“No, baby, I’m not opposed to what you’re proposing, but are you sure you’re ready? This is a huge step for you, isn’t it? I want you to think this through and not have any regrets,” Yang Yang explains, his tone so reassuring, apologetic even.

“I’m sure, Yang, we’ve been together for almost a year, and you’ve always been the best to me, taking care of me, making sure I have my meals, putting up with my hectic schedule without any complaints, then I realised, I really want to feel your love in a physical form, humans are curious creatures, I want all of you, to bask in your love,” you said with so much sincerity it might make Yang Yang cry if you don’t stop with your beautiful words, which is so ironic because most of the times he’s pictured engaging in sex with you, most times the scenarios in his head are so fucking filthy, and here you are, proposing to make love, and suddenly all those desires disappear from his forefront, if making love is what you want, then what’s he’ll give you.

Yang Yang cages you between his body and his bed, a smile that holds several emotions casting through his pupils, lust, mischief, love, adoration, he’s definitely going haywire with these strong emotions.

Yang Yang grows hard in his jeans when he felt your eager hands explore his body, until your knuckles knock against something hard in his jacket’s pocket, Yang Yang freezes up, brain going on overdrive to find every possible excuse and decipher which is the best to use.

“Yang, why do you have-

Your agile fingers press the button, the swish of a knife molding a new type of tension between the two of you.

“Babe, be careful with that,” Yang Yang chides, slowly prying the knife out of your hands to put it at the farthest corner of his nightstand, “I started carrying a switch blade after that time when we bumped into your sasaeng, just in case I need to protect you,” Yang Yang said, another white lie, it wasn’t a complete lie, this thing is used to ward off your sasaengs, just in a more proactive manner, and morally grey of course.

“Yangie..” you cooed, “that’s so sweet, thank you for trying to protect me, but most of my sasaeng fans have stopped pursuing me,” you said, not one hint of disgust on your face, maybe you just think he’s using it as a prop to ward off fans that get aggressive physically.

“Of course, got to be the best boyfriend amongst all your peers, you know, got to make my girl, proud,” Yang Yang trails on, his worry quickly dissipating from his mind.

“I’m sure everyone would be jealous of me for having a boyfriend like you, Yang,” you said before kissing him, your hands continuing their journey, you’re getting a bit rushed, stripping Yang Yang of his jacket and trailing your hands up his toned stomach, your eyes glazed when you realised Yang Yang is hiding a set off abs underneath his baggy sweaters.

“Wow, wait, hold on a sec, baby, you’re going so fast,” Yang Yang said, exasperated at the pace you’re setting, swiftly pulling your hands down from his shirt.

“I thought you wanted to make love, baby, making love is slow-

“I don’t think I want that anymore, Yang, I’ve been waiting for this for too long, aren’t you impatient to touch me too?” you asked with those puppy eyes of yours, and who is Yang Yang to deny you, he’s a man after all.

Yang Yang quickly strips off his shirt to let you know that he is impatient for your touch, he’s waited since the day he saw your concert, he’s been waiting for so long, training his endurance towards your little touches, but your one look is pushing him past his limits, your bedroom eyes are Yang Yang’s weakness, the first time he’s seen them when you were performing had him hooked, he knew you weren’t innocent, but he hadn’t known you were a virgin, that’s just even sexier of you, to value yourself so highly, yet so shy at times, this is what he calls duality.

Yang Yang throws his shirt off to somewhere, eager to please you, but a certain metallic sound caught his attention, his eyes spy that the switch blade wasn’t that far away anymore, must be the drag of his shirt, so he moves away to retrieve it, opening the drawer, planning to just chuck the thing in, it’s better to be safe than sorry, but before he could let go of the blade, your delicate fingers wrap around his wrist.

“Yang, could we try something with the knife? I read something in one of my romance books once and I always wanted to recreate it with you,” you said timidly, but eyes full of lust, and Yang Yang swears his dick just twitched hearing you say those words.

“You know, babe, usually people bring up knife kink after their first time, hell, not even a second time,” Yang Yang says before chuckling to himself, he never thought tonight would turn out this way.

“Well, I don’t want my first time to be boring like other people, I want it to be like that mafia love story I just finished, come on, it’ll be fun, I mean it looked fun....in my head,” you were trailing off, bashful, is how you would describe this moment’s feelings.

“Okay, okay, no more laughing and joking then, let me get my head in the game, I need to exceed your expectations,” Yang Yang said with one last cheeky smile on his face before turning serious, “so I need you to stop laughing and feeling embarrassed too, okay? And let me know if you want to stop, since you read so much, I’m sure you know of the traffic light system.”

You nod your head, immediately feeling submissive under Yang Yang’s dominant gaze and switch of a tone.

Yang Yang unsheathes the blade by pressing onto the button, the shiny knife once again captures your attention, you could feel your panties sticking to your core.

“I need you to hold still, baby, can I ruin your clothes?” Yang Yang asks, he doesn’t want to trigger any sort of bad reaction from you.

“Yeah, go ahead, as long as you don’t miss them,” you reminded him, it’s his shirt after all.

Yang Yang nods in understanding, eyes hyperfocused on the blade, he traces the curve of your bottom lip with it, careful to not apply too much pressure, he’d never let you bleed, Yang Yang would never hurt what he most cherishes, so he tests the blade on your lips first, knowing that it hurts a lot less to have an accidental cut there than on actual skin, he’d know from all those years of shaving in a rush before classes, once he gets a hold of how much pressure to use, he moves on, trailing the blade down your jaw, to the juncture of your neck, the expanse of untainted skin tempting him to mark you up, but he knows he can’t, he wouldn’t put your job on the line, and so he lingers a bit longer on your neck, tracing a Y on your neck to make up for the fact that he can’t actually mark it.

When you felt the tracing of his initials, you feel a shudder run down your spine, you have always been attracted to Yang Yang’s subtle possessiveness, and the fact that he’s also like this in bed is such a turn on to you, you swear your panties are far beyond ruined at this point, which makes you wonder if he’s going to cut those too.

Your trail of thought was cut short when Yang Yang suddenly speeds up the process, bunching your shirt up, he cuts through the fabric with the blade, the the sound of shearing cotton amplifying the tingles in your core, an unconscious moan of his name leaves your lips, drawing Yang Yang’s attention away from your bosoms to your face, he wonders if you’d fall into subspace, he’s not against it, but it’s best that you don’t, this is your first time after all, so he sets the blade aside at a far corner of his nightstand once more, he’d get back to that once he anchors you back to him.

"Are you still with me, baby? Can I have a colour?" Yang Yang asks, his hands grasping your face gently, doe eyes staring into yours, trying to decipher which state of mind you're in.

"Green, I'm okay, don't worry," you say after a bit, slightly dazed by the display of carnal lust from your lover.

"Can I continue, baby?" He just needs to hear your consent, even though it's quite obvious that the gleam in your eyes are of yearning.

"Yes."

Yang Yang takes your consent as green light to show your breasts the attention they deserve, showering them in kisses before venturing into playful licks of your nipple while his other hand tries its best to mimic his mouth's ministrations, sending pleasurable shocks southwards, you would've been worried about ruining his sheets if Yang Yang wasn't such a distraction.

Just as you grew used to the feeling of his kitten licks, Yang Yang switches up the tempo, he now moves to your other breast, but instead of the gentle kisses, you are welcomed by light painless nicks, you whimper at the contact of his teeth, you divert your eyes to your lover, when Yang Yang sees your eyes on him, he proceeds to bite onto your nipple, pulling at it slightly before letting go.

"Fuck," you muttered, eyes shutting at the thrilling feeling of having your nipples played this way, you've never predicted Yang Yang to be like this in bed, and needless to say, you love this surprising side of him.

"Naughty girl, didn't think you'd enjoy that this much," Yang Yang said with a light spank to your inner thigh, making your legs jolt up at the sensitivity, god this man is going to drive you mad if he doesn't hurry up and fuck you.

"Please Yang, I need you to do more, I need you inside me," you begged, your pride's left your body completely.

"Since you begged so nicely, baby," Yang Yang said with a hum, contemplating of what to do next.

When Yang Yang pulls away, you whine at the loss of his warmth and familiar weight of his torso on your body.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll never leave you hanging, baby," Yang Yang said before returning to your side with the blade, "but there's something in my way from your sweet pussy, baby," Yang Yang said with a mischievous smile before you hear the sound of shredding fabric once more, a gust of wind immediately hits your drenched core, you swear you feel goosebumps arise, "there, all better," Yang Yang says before diving in like a starved man, his fingers spreading your folds apart to show your clit the same amount of attention and care he gave to your breasts.

Your back arches at the onward assault on your most sensitive bundle of nerves, Yang Yang really knows how to use his mouth, which makes you wonder how long he's wanted to do this.

When he's deemed you more than wet, he dips a finger into your core, slowly moving it around, trying to grasp your reactions, at a particular angle, you gasp at the particularly sensitive spot.

Bingo.

Yang Yang lets you adjust to the feeling of having one finger before he slips in another, giddily watching the way you swallow up his fingers almost effortlessly, a boost to his ego, but of course, your safety and pleasure comes first.

But soon, you're getting impatient, you nudge Yang Yang with a knee when he was too distracted by the meal in front of him, you don't blame him for not hearing you when he has his mouth and fingers busy, you think he even added a third, but that doesn't matter to you, because you really need him to hurry up before you go insane.

"Yang Yang, please, I need you to be inside me, you prepped me for so long, it should be your turn now, let me feel all of you, please...

Something in Yang Yang snaps when he hears the desperation in your words, a realisation at the fact that you really need him, now.

"I'm sorry baby, just wanted to make sure you're ready for me," Yang Yang says as he strips down to nothing, baring his beautiful body to you, your eyes immediately drop to the part between his legs, of course he's well endowed, Yang Yang is perfect in your eyes.

"My eyes are up here, baby," Yang Yang says with a playful chuckle before kissing your temple.

"Sorry, it's just that, my boyfriend's really sexy, you know," you say, joining his playful banter.

"Glad that you think so, my sexy girlfriend," Yang Yang says before he takes your hand into his, linking your fingers together.

"Are you really ready, baby? It's never too late to back out," Yang Yang reminds you.

"Nope, not backing out," you reassured him.

"Okay... Then as a reminder, I'm going to repeat this once more, if any point, and I mean any point, that you do not wish to continue, just say red, and I'll immediately stop and pull out, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed, your chest filled with an immense amount of love and pride over the man you call your lover, being ever the gentlemen towards you.

"I love you," you said, because it just felt right.

"I love you too, but no more confessions or I'm going to feel too sappy to do this, baby," Yang Yang says before putting a serious face back on, he needs to focus on making you feel good tonight.

"You're adapting far quicker than I thought you would," Yang Yang says with a playful snicker. "Stop teasing and just keep going, Yang," you say, your hands covering your face, you could feel the blood rush into your cheeks, just like the arousal between your legs. "You're so fucking cute," Yang Yang muses, "but I want to hear a please, be my good girl for me," Yang Yang wanting to coaxe out of you. "Please." That one word has Yang Yang reaching for the knife again, his eyes locking into your drenched panties, bunching up the material, he cuts the knife through it, the flimsy material ripped to shreds. "Yang!" you scold, but it came out as more a moan, you can't help it, you're so turned on by the sight of Yang Yang holding a knife in this manner, a sight that you thought you'd only see in your wildest dreams. "Don't worry, baby, I'll buy you new ones, as many as you want," Yang Yang promises, sealing the promise with a kiss to the hood of your core, making your legs shiver.  

You arch your hips into his touch, urging him to put his mouth on your core, Yang Yang obliges, enveloping your lower lips with his. The feeling of his tongue slowly sliding its way into you was a feeling you've never expected, it wasn't anything that your small toy collection was ever able to mimic, the way the rough surface of his tongue touches your sensitive walls would've made your legs shut if it wasn't for Yang Yang holding them open, his thumb mindlessly rubbing circles around your inner thigh, igniting all your senses, especially when you close your eyes when you near your release, your body convulses in pleasure, a mantra of please's and his name falling out of your lips in a hushed tone, slowly breaking out of your shy exterior, bit by bit, your voice grows louder, until the dams broke, a loud cry resonating through the bedroom.  

Meanwhile, Yang Yang eagerly slurps up all your sweet nectar, you pry your eyes open to not miss the scene, catching the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes shut, concentrating on your taste on his tongue. When he's had his fill, he looks up from his spot from between your legs, a dazed smile on his face. "Hi," he says, so casual as if he just didn't give you a mind blowing orgasm with just his tongue and his fingers, "you still wanna continue? we can stop if you want-

But you break him off when you get up from your spot and kiss his lips, the taste of him on you was weird, but so fucking good. "Go ahead, Yang, please," you beg, remembering his words.  

"Okay, but you remember right? Anything you don't like, say red," Yang Yang's never been long winded, but with you? He'd go to all lengths. You nod, eyes locked onto his, you see the lust swimming in those orbs, but also weariness, you feel a sense of security settling in when you see how careful Yang Yang is. Yang Yang brushes your cheek with a thumb before he takes a hand to grasp himself, your eyes train to Yang Yang's hips, swallowing a lump down your throat when you see how big he is, not very long, but thicker than what you had imagined, Yang Yang positions his cock at your core, he slowly slides in, inch by inch, scanning your face for any sort of discomfort, there's bound to be some, as he sees your face all scrunched up, but he won't stop unless you said so, he doesn't want to spoil the mood, and chooses to trust your judgement. When he finally fills you to the brim, you let out a gasp when you feel the slight prickle of hair.  

You feel Yang Yang’s hands caressing your face, the other is situated at your clit, hoping that the constant stream of pleasure would be able to relieve the ache and slight burn between your legs, you knew it was inevitable, to not feel any pain at all would be unrealistic, and you appreciate Yang Yang for being patient and going beyond that to help ease the ache.

Once the slight sting fades away, you feel your walls starting to get wetter from the switch of stimulation from pain to pleasure.

“You can move now, Yang, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” you tell him, nearly not recognising your own voice as it’s dripped in eagerness for more.

“Okay, I’ll go slow, tell me when you want me to pick up the pace,” Yang Yang says before slipping part of his cock out to thrust back in, immediately you clench around him, the feeling so foreign, but most ideal, the way you felt every inch of him, you can only describe it as euphoric.

Yang Yang struggles not to cum, the way you clench around him feels so good, but he won’t be able to last long if you keep this up.

“I need you to unclench, baby, or II won’t be able to perform at my best for you, and relax, sex shouldn’t be rushed and have you on your nerves, it should be relaxing, let me show you, take care of you,” Yang Yang says before furrowing his eyebrows to continue moving his hips, angling his cock at the angle of your sensitive spot, and instantly, he feels your nails digging into his arm, a shriek of his name tumbling from your lips, the action catching his attention, the sight of your swollen lips enticing him, so he swallows up your moans as he quickens the pace, a hand slithering down slyly to your bundle of nerves, once again aiming for an onslaught attack of sweet pleasure that has you arching your back into Yang Yang’s hold succumbing you into a pleasure-filled mess, incoherent blabbers and moans filling his mind, Yang Yang catches a few words, big, deep, so good, and all of them do nothing but encourage him to bring you to the edge faster, snapping his hips onto yours, his thrusts beginning to deepen and slow down slightly, he’s only human after all, but he gives your clit a few light pinches in retaliation, a whimper sounds from you beneath him before he feels you falling apart around him.

You struggle to keep your eyes open as you were pushed over the edge, but you reminded yourself that you need to see Yang Yang falling apart for you, and so you beg, “want you to cum too, Yang, please,” you plead between whines and moans as he rides out your high for you, that sweet sweet voice of yours is what makes Yang Yang crumble, masking a moan by biting down on his lips, he lets go, filling up your core with his seed, not pulling out until he finishes, the tension leaving his body.

Yang Yang looked so beautiful when he reached his peak, you’ve always thought his Adam’s apple was sexy, but when he threw his head back and breathed heavily, the sight of it bobbing was such a turn on, distracted by the memory looping in your head, you were pulled out of your daze when Yang Yang gently manoeuvred himself out of your walls, watching him watch the way his cum drips onto your thighs, not knowing he was caught staring until he looks up to see you watching him with your head cocked to the side.

“That was sexy, don’t blame me, I’m just a dude with fantasies,” Yang Yang jokes while pulling out a few tissues from the box, cleaning you up.

“I don’t mind, I think it’s sexy that you’re into it, but as sexy as it is, please carry me to the tub, I don’t think I’d be able to move around for a few hours,” you said, arms already spread, awaiting your princess treatment from your ever doting boyfriend.

“I’ll set up the tub and I’ll come get you, take a nap if you want,” Yang Yang says, rounding the corner of his bed to come give you a peck before taking his leave, the sight of his small but bubbly butt making you giggle.

Keeping things under warps isn't easy when you're an idol, which is no surprise when your manager caught you going into Yang Yang's car one night outside your dorm when you planned to sleepover. You had to come clean about your relationship to your label and they weren't too happy about it, but in their words, a better case than the rest of your label mates, since the fans and tabloids haven't caught wind and the fact that Yang Yang is a businessman, yes he told you that it wasn’t his uncle’s company, but his! You made Yang Yang promise that he can’t keep anymore secrets from you, but coming back to your company, maybe they think this sort of relationship levels up your status as well as the label's, is your good guess. Other than that, your career has been advancing smoothly, you toured a few cities, Yang Yang had insisted on tagging along to Osaka and the states, for the food, he says, but you'd know better than to doubt his support for you, Yang Yang is the best boyfriend you could ever ask, most idols' relationships don't work out with people outside of the industry due to the busy schedules of their partner, but you believe that the love you share with him would prevail over any sort of obstacle life throws at you.    

The rest of your American tour ended and you can't wait to see the love of your life, having flown home earlier than the rest of your members who had wanted to stay a few days longer to rest and travel. You didn't tell Yang Yang, hoping to give him a surprise, these days he's been busy at work, so the two of you haven't video called for a bit. When you open the door to his unit, you're greeted by an empty home, you let out a disappointed sigh, but it was expected, it means business is doing well, that means his father won't give him too much pressure, you hate seeing Yang Yang stressing about not exceeding their expectations, he's always too harsh on himself.  

You quickly put away your things, only the necessities, you'll unpack your clothes and the many souvenirs you bought in the next few days. You took a quick nap on his bed, planning to sleep away the jetlag. When you woke up, it was 5, and boy were you hungry, you checked the fridge for food, but of course Yang Yang hadn't bothered to stock up or cook knowing you won't be around, so you close the fridge door and tried your luck with one of the cabinets, relief flooding your mind when you see the copious amount of snacks Yang Yang had, grabbing a bag of chips, you opened it and popped one into your mouth, you were going to eat them on the sofa, but something caught your eye, Yang Yang had put up a new portrait of the two of you on his wall outside his office, it was a photo of the two of you under the beautiful sakura tree, you smile at his sweet gesture, distracted by the photo, you accidentally tipped the bag of chips and dropped a few.  

Cursing to yourself, you quickly pick up the pieces, chucking them in the trash before wetting a paper towel to pick up the crumbs, you open Yang Yang's office door to check if any got in there, but once you were in, you were distracted by the sight of his office, you've never been in here before, knowing that Yang Yang doesn't like mixing work and private affairs, he rarely ever talks about work with you unless you ask, which wasn't weird considering he doesn't really enjoy it that much, but what you didn't expect was a comfy looking leather chair at the end of his table, you're sure you've seen this chair in one of those fancy interior design magazines in the salon, taking a seat, you realised that Yang Yang had left a drawer open, you were going to close it for him, but something caught your eye, it was one of your banners, one that you remember was made by a specific fan site, you pulled it out, reading the fan site name under the words of encouragement, MienYang, why does Yang Yang have this banner? You don't remember the admin of MienYang putting this banner up for reprinting on their twitter, unless...Yang Yang is MienYang? That can't be right? You observed the other things in the drawer, careful to not mess up the arrangements, you see thumb drives and sd cards labelled with dates and things like inkigayo, kbs music bank, are these photos of you? Before you could contemplate on whether to take a look into the sd cards, you hear footsteps near the front door, you quickly put his things back in their order before closing the drawer. When Yang Yang stepped into his living room, he sees you cleaning the floor before standing up to open the door of his office to do the same, worry filling his mind, but that anxiety dissipated when you close the door immediately after cleaning. "Sorry, I dropped chips and wanted to make sure the floor of your office doesn't have any crumbs, would be a nightmare to find ants chewing on whatever documents you have in there," you joked before waking to him, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. "Thanks, babe, but why are you back early? I thought your flight was in a few days?" Yang Yang asked, pulling away slightly to look at your pretty face he missed so much. "Yeah, but I decided that I wanted to see you more than the liberty statue so..." you trail off, the two of you breaking into a laugh. "You're back early though, I thought you said month end means more workload,” you asked, pulling him to take a seat with you on his expensive couch. "Yeah, about that, I was going to come home and then leave in an hour for an appointment with an interior designer, I was going to tell you this during Christmas, but I might as well get the cat out of the bag now, I was thinking we should move in, and I thought my place could use a bit refurbishing to fit your things into cabinets and some closet alterations would be good since you have so many clothes, so let's do it together, you know?  I'll feel less pressured to guess what's your taste in wood or whatever, that is if you want to move in with me, no pressure of course, I'll be happy to wait if you need more time- "Yang, babe, I'll be happy to move in with you," you agree, cutting him off of his panicked rant slash confession. "Really? You're sure?" Yang Yang couldn't believe it would be this easy to convince you to move in with him. "Of course, we love each other, and by living together means we would have more time to love one another," you reassured him, "now go take your shower, I can't wait to look at the designs," you said before your ever dutiful boyfriend pecks your lips and rushes into your bedroom.  

You push what you saw in his office out of your mind, it didn't really matter, whether Yang Yang is MienYang or not, Yang Yang is providing a comfortable and secure future for you, and you genuinely love each other, who he was in the past, doesn't matter to you.

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Free for all for Vampire!Sunghoon ☕️ gimme whatever is on your mind

Your Partner Won't Let You Sleep | NSFW + SFW

Idol Casting: Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee. Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. + SFW. Genre: soft hours, hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, crack, smut. Warnings: some super fluff, lovers spat, vampire, dhampir, cursing per usual.

Sexually Explicit Content: cuddling, kisses, hand holding, semi-non-explicit intercourse, biting, sleepy (consensual) sex, reproductive body parts aren't mentioned so this can be viewed as gender neutral.

🗝️ Note: Did a split of two NSFW and two SFW, because my vampire!Sunghoon fic isn't going to contain explicit smut. SFW is above the cut. Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings, hasn't been betaed. Your vamp ice prince @minttangerines

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Park Sunghoon (from a new titled vampire wip: Apricity) "Just stay up with me, I hardly ever have the opportunity to see a sunrise." Sunghoon sighs, gripping your wrist to keep you planted on the window seat next to him. You roll your eyes, enough of a response on its own before tacking on a snarky remark. "Because you're a vampire Sunghoon…in case you've forgotten." His eyes scale up to yours, solemn under his bold brows and you immediately shift your gaze out the window. Sunghoon's fingers release your wrist, but they take their time removing themselves entirely from your body. Drifting over your knuckles, pressing the tips of your fingers into the cold velvet of the cushion. You feel his gaze leave your face the same time his touch does, and the two of you sit in a thick silence watching the winter sky turn from a dusty indigo, drifting into a heather, smoky magenta, and finally a hazy tangerine.

Kim Seungmin Seungmin doesn't even allow you to enter the bedroom, so your storm off to the linen closet to retrieve the pillows and blankets reserved for guests. "You can't sleep on the couch!" You glower a him as you ceremoniously spread the blanket over the couch, "well someone won't let me in our room." You waste no time cocooning yourself in the blankets, ignoring when the cushions dip behind your knees. "I just don't want us to go to bed mad, jagi." You don't acknowledge him because you know those puppy eyes, he has going on will be your undoing. You wake up a couple of hours later crammed between the back of the couch and something solid pressing into your spine. You already know what, or better yet who it is, and you try to squirm away, but the long arm tucked around your waist squeezes you into the alcove of Seungmin's hips. "Don't leave me jagi, 'm sorry." His sleep damp lips pucker against the back of your neck. You sigh, your anger from earlier gone and roll over to pull your snoozing, black lab of a boyfriend against your chest. "If you're so sorry then you will do all of the chores tomorrow, even mine since I did yours today." Seungmin smiles in his sleep burrowing into your chest, "mmmkay."

Liu Yangyang Ooof. Ok, let’s fucking do this. “Baobei, please let’s go to sleep already.” You whined as Yangyang shouted into the mic if his headset. "Just let me finish this round," he calls over his shoulder, not even sparing a glance in your direction. Frustrated, you take matters into your own hands. Tossing off the throw blanket, you abandon your nest on the sofa and prowl over to your boyfriend's gaming chair. Where you slip pointedly into his lap, facing him. "Baobe-" Yangyang starts but you don't give him the opportunity to finish, pushing the headset off and mashing your lips to his. You hear the controller tumble to the floor as his hands find your waist. "I want to go to bed." You punctuate each word with a kiss, making your point that you want him to also accompany you to bed. Yangyang's hands glide up your back, pressing you against him as he stands, walking you back towards the bedroom. Kisses and hands everywhere as the two of you shed your clothing. Falling into bed facing each other, slowly coming back together for a softer, drawn-out fuck. One that leaves you both shaking, limbs gelatinous, eyelids heavy as the two of you drift off to sleep entangled.

Lee Taemin TWO Taemin requests, RIP me. "Don't fall asleep before I get there." Taemin pleaded across the phone. "I won't, I won't." You assured him, wrinkling your nose in an effort to keep a yawn at bay. "I'll see you in thirty minutes, adorable." You of course fell asleep, Taemin decides to wake you up his way. Kissing every inch of exposed skin, biting over clothed parts to stir you. Once you're awake you're stripping him, and he is stripping you. The two of you can't get naked fast enough, and you can't get Taemin between your legs quick enough. Your mind only wants one thing, that's his talented hips thrusting into you and bringing you to orgasm. Taemin is happy to oblige, still riding the adrenaline high of his performance he brings you to climax a couple of times before giving into his own. Bowing over your body, damp forehead pressed against your clavicle, praising you and your body as his spills into you.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

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[xomakara]

Our Love is Infinite

SUMMARY | You’re in a relationship with five guys that are utterly devoted to you. PAIRINGS | NCT '00 Line/Fem!Reader GENRE | just filthy smut, unprotected sex, fluff, mentions of threesomes, fingering, anal sex, oral sex (both male and female receiving), dirty talk, pet names RATING | Mature LENGTH | 14,672 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | And this is finally finished. Geezes, took me awhile. IDK if there’s really any plot in this. It’s more sex than anything. There’s mentions of threesomes but I haven’t wrote any of those scenes in here lol. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 or something for this. Hope you like it!

“So you and Jeno, huh?”

“Yeah, like he was really good last night.”

“I can’t believe I managed to kiss Jaemin.”

“Oh my god, you lucky bitch.”

You overheard the girls from a few tables down talk about who they've spent the night with after the NCT frat party. One girl was boasting about getting laid by Jeno. Another one claimed that she and Jaemin had kissed last night.

But you knew that wasn’t the case. Jeno and Jaemin were with you last night. You were sandwiched between the both of them, both taking turns fucking you senseless. The two gorgeous studs had given your pussy the best fucking it’s ever received.

You rolled your eyes, Yangyang sitting across from you as he laughed. “Seeing your reaction, seems like those girls are just telling made up stories.”

Haechan shook his head. “Don’t tell me…both of them were with you last night?”

Renjun let out a small laugh. “Of course they were with Y/N.”

Haechan patted you on the shoulder. “Mmm, baby. Jeno and Jaemin? At the same time? How are you feeling today?”

“I felt like I was almost torn in half.” You frowned at him, lightly squeezing his thigh.

“Awh, baby. Are you sore?” Haechan leaned over and kissed your forehead. He whispered into your ear, running his fingers along your jawline. You shivered under his touch. "Should we give you a break tonight?"

“Let's give Y/N a break tonight,” Renjun said, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Ever since you and Haechan started dating, your relationship and sex life has been very surprising. When Haechan was open to the idea of sharing you with his friends, it changed everything. No longer were you just his girlfriend, you were their girlfriends too. While you might not get to spend your whole time with Haechan anymore, you do get to enjoy each other’s company. For the most part, you guys are all exclusive to each other.

At first it started when you and Haechan caught Renjun sneaking looks at you while you weren't looking. When you asked why he kept staring, he told you that it was because he thought you were cute. As it turned out, Renjun had never dated anyone before and it took a lot for him to finally make a move. Haechan and you invited Renjun over to hang out, where you gave him your number so he could call you later.

When you got home that day, you looked at Haechan, questioning what to do next. Haechan chuckled and said he was fine with it if you wanted to date Renjun. Of course you agreed, wanting someone new to share your bed with every once in a while. Renjun seemed like a fun guy and being around the two of you makes him happy. It made you happy to know that there would be another man in your life that would treat you well.

Plus sex with the both of them is pretty awesome too. They're both quite skilled in the bedroom, leaving you satisfied more often than not. Not only did you start having threesomes with the two of them but you also have regular sex with them alone.

Yangyang was thrown into the mix when Renjun introduced him to you and Haechan. Like everyone else, he was attracted to you right away. He and Haechan hit it off right away and Yangyang saw an opportunity to pursue you. The two started spending a lot of time together, becoming best friends quickly. Haechan and you came to trust Yangyang and eventually you invited him to join in on their threesomes with you.

You were surprised when Jeno and Jaemin showed interest in you. It made sense though. After hearing all the sexcapades between you, Haechan, Renjun and Yangyang, you weren't surprised if Jeno and Jaemin wanted in on it as well. And hey, the sex was great so far. You would be lying if you say you didn't enjoy having Jaemin's dick deep inside you or letting Jeno slide in and out of your ass. So yes, you welcomed their advances with open arms. Plus, they weren't going to be some random people trying to enter your lives. They're already your friends.

This arrangement was a win-win situation for everyone involved. Everyone gets what they want. You got more dick. Haechan got some friends and you were happy to have a group that made you happy.

"Where is Jeno and Jaemin?" Renjun looked around before spotting Jeno's car in the parking lot. "They're always here early."

Jaemin entered the restaurant first, wearing an oversize t-shirt and sweatpants. He spotted Haechan standing behind you, greeting him with a hug. "Hey, sorry guys. Someone forgot to wake us up this morning."

Jeno pointed at you, smiling brightly. "Can't blame you, Y/N. The fuck she put us through last night."

You shrugged, turning to face the boys. "It was fun."

The rest of the guys filed into the restaurant, all talking amongst themselves. Jaemin turned towards you, giving you a small smile. "Did you sleep okay last night? We didn't hurt you or anything, did we?"

"Nah, I'm fine." You answered, sticking out your tongue. "Even though I felt like I was being torn apart half way through. But don't worry, I still enjoyed myself."

Jaemin smiled, nodding his head. "Good. 'Cause we plan to do it again soon."

Everyone exchanged glances before beginning to chuckle.

"Well, get in line since I plan on having her to myself." Haechan said with a wink, his hand on your thigh. "It's been awhile since I had some one on one with my sweetheart."

Your heart sped up. It's been awhile since you slept only with Haechan ever since you got multiple boyfriends. Haechan was your everything and even though he does get possessive sometimes, you love every bit of it. His kisses, his cuddles, the way he makes you feel so special. Although you had other boyfriends, Haechan was the one you loved the most. Having multiple lovers couldn't change that. Haechan wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Yangyang frowned. "I want some love too. Kind of jealous right now."

"Come on, don't be jealous." Renjun said, giving Yangyang a friendly pat on the back. "Remember that Haechan and Y/N have the most intimate relationship since they've been together since the start. It's just normal for her to spend most of her nights with Haechan."

Jeno leaned over, putting a hand on Yangyang's shoulder. "Come on, bro. You know how close they are. They've been through thick and thin. If anyone knows what they're doing, it'd be Haechan and Y/N."

"Ahww, my poor Yangyang." You pressed a small kiss on his cheek. "I still love you."

"Hmm, I love you too, dumpling." Yangyang nodded, returning your peck.

After finishing their meals, everyone gathered outside in front of their cars. It seemed like no one was leaving any time soon.

"I'm heading home." You announced, hugging Yangyang goodbye. "See you guys later."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Haechan called out, catching your attention. "Why don't you come back to my place instead?"

"Ahh..." You moaned, biting your lip. You hated to refuse Haechan, especially when he asked you something like this.

Haechan bent down, whispering into your ear. "Please, baby. I miss you."

"You're such a big baby," you muttered, your arms snaking around his waist. "Hmm, why don’t I spend some time with the others for the rest of the week and then you can have me all to yourself on the weekend. Deal?”

“Sure, whatever works for you. I love you.” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head. “I know in the end, I’m your favorite.”

“I love you too, Haechannie.” You kissed him. “You’re always my number one.”

Just as Haechan was pulling away from you, you turned around to face Renjun. Renjun was leaning against his car, grinning from ear to ear.

"What's so funny?" You asked, shooting a look at Renjun.

"Nothing, just looking at my two favorite people. Always have been, always will be." Renjun held your gaze with affection. Wrapping his arms around you, he gave Haechan a nod. “Y/N deserves the world. Sure this relationship with five guys and their one girlfriend is weird but it works.”

“That’s true, it really does work.” You murmured, resting your head on Renjun’s chest. You glanced at Haechan, seeing him smiling proudly. Before you knew it, Renjun wrapped his arms around both of you. You pulled away from Renjun, gazing into Haechan’s eyes. “Thanks for bringing these guys into our lives.”

“It’s nothing, baby. I’m just glad I could bring them closer to you.” Haechan leaned in, kissing you gently. Renjun, Yangyang, Jeno and Jaemin exchanged smiles.

Yangyang then let out a small cough to get everyone's attention. “We should really decide on a schedule to split Y/N’s time.”

Jeno leaned against his car. “I think Y/N should get more time with Haechan since they’re the main couple.”

“I second that idea.” Haechan chuckled.

Jaemin folded his arms over his chest and nodded. “Agreed.”

Renjun walked closer to Haechan, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “What do you think, Y/N?”

You tilted your head slightly. “Well…if you guys think it’s necessary, then I don’t mind either. I trust you guys with my life and vice versa. Besides, if you guys all spend time with me during the weekdays, I can spend the weekends with Haechan. That sounds fair enough.”

“So how about…” Haechan started. “Y/N has Yangyang on Mondays, Jeno on Tuesdays, Jaemin on Wednesdays, Renjun on Thursdays?”

“And leaving you Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays?” Renjun suggested, earning chuckles from the rest of the group.

“Yep, sounds good to me.” You agreed. “But I also get the option to have threesomes, foursomes, or a gangbang on any given day.”

Everyone laughed while you flashed your pearly whites at Haechan. Haechan sighed, grabbing your chin, turning your face towards him. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”

“Yeah yeah, take me now!” You shouted, falling backwards onto the hood of Renjun’s car. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Oh, but it will take awhile to satisfy you. Let’s give you a little break.” Renjun groaned, tugging on your arm before dragging you closer to him. He grinned, pulling away from you and sending a loud smack onto your butt. “Later, kitten.”

You shook your head, wiping off your tears from laughter. “Whatever, you can’t resist me. I’m irresistible.”

Renjun growled at you playfully, nuzzling your neck with his nose. “Haven’t you heard, kitten? Nobody can resist you.”

Haechan let out a laugh. “Since we settled on a schedule and it’s Sunday, why don’t we give Y/N a break tonight and start tomorrow?”

“Hmm, that sounds reasonable.” You mumbled, leaning your head against Renjun’s shoulder.

Renjun chuckled. “Kitten, if you didn’t listen to Haechan when he first suggested this, then we wouldn’t be in this situation. Don’t worry about it. We already have an entire family of our own. Nothing compares to that. We’ll never leave you behind. Not ever. I promise.”

“Good. Then it’s settled. Everyone here will be responsible for taking care of you every single day. So, rest well today, baby.” Haechan gave you another kiss on the lips before placing his hand on your cheek. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You grinned at Haechan, brushing a strand of his black hair behind his ear. “I love you too, baby.”

The six of you stood there for a few moments, smiling at each other before you finally pulled away. After a quick goodbye, you headed back to your apartment building, walking in front of everyone else.

"See ya guys next week." You waved as the six of you parted ways.

When you got back inside your apartment, you took a deep breath before slowly closing the door. The air seemed different somehow. Maybe it was because you knew that the next few days would probably change everything again. But you were excited for this new development, even though it had its downsides. This was definitely going to be interesting.

You glanced at the photo on your wall once more. A couple of years ago, the six of you had gone out to dinner together and took pictures. It wasn’t the most professional-looking picture in the world but none of you cared about that.

For the first time, you smiled genuinely as you gazed at the photo, imagining what the future would hold for you and your five boyfriends.

Monday

It’s Monday and today is the day you get to spend with Yangyang. He promised you that he would give you all the time you wanted today.

"Thank you for waiting." You murmured, approaching the table. Yangyang was sitting at the opposite end, smiling brightly.

"Hey beautiful." Yangyang greeted, getting up and wrapping his arms around you. "How was your night?"

"It was alright." You admitted, resting your head against Yangyang's shoulder. "I ended up spending the night watching movies."

"Sounds boring." Yangyang teased. "Although I'm glad that you spent time alone with me."

"Mmm, thank you." You purred. "It was nice being by myself but I missed you."

Yangyang nodded. "Are you sure that you want to have me all to yourself today?"

You shrugged, lightly smacking Yangyang's lips with yours. "There's no reason not to. Why would you even ask that?"

"You're in a mood." Yangyang smirked.

"That's the understatement of the year." You sighed. "Have you decided where you wanna go today?"

"Well…" Yangyang scratched the back of his head, ruffling your long hair. "As a matter of fact, I did. Do you wanna go to the park?"

You nodded. "Of course I wanna go to the park with you!"

"Great, let's get going then." Yangyang pulled you up, holding onto your hand tightly. "Ready?"

You nodded before pulling away and heading towards the door. Once outside, you both paused for a moment. There was something magical about strolling around in the park during a beautiful summer afternoon. Yangyang, of course, noticed this immediately and couldn't help but pull you closer to him.

After walking around for a bit, you both eventually sat down on a nearby bench, enjoying the peaceful scenery around you. You rested your head on Yangyang's shoulder while he placed his head on top of yours, quietly staring at the flowers in the garden nearby. "This place is really pretty." You whispered.

"Yeah." Yangyang nodded. "Every time I come here, it reminds me of when we first met. How much things have changed since then."

You giggled, nodding in agreement. Things certainly have changed between the two of you since the two of you became lovers. It was almost like you had a whole new life ahead of you, filled with new opportunities, possibilities and people who mattered. Although your relationship with Yangyang had begun as an innocent one, you still made memories together that would last a lifetime.

"You know, I'll always be grateful to you." Yangyang stated softly. "From the very beginning, you showed me kindness. No matter what kind of person I am, I could never forget how you accepted me without hesitation. Because of you, I found the courage to believe in myself again. For a while, I forgot what it felt like to truly feel alive. Thanks for helping me find my happiness again."

"Yangyang…" You hummed, running your fingers through Yangyang's hair. "You've helped me too."

Yangyang snorted, pulling you close to him. "Yeah right, dumpling. I know Haechan has done more than everyone since he’s been there from the start. And trust me, I'm thankful to have such wonderful friends like him. What do I do that's special?"

You giggled, shaking your head. "Not everything has to be spectacular to count as special. Your actions are enough to convince me that I chose the right guy."

"Heh, good point." Yangyang grinned, hugging you tighter. "Anyway, do you have anything planned for tonight?"

"Not really." You answered truthfully.

"Why don’t we go back to your place then? We don’t need to have sex or anything. I just want to spend time together or whatever you want.” Yangyang squeezed you. “We can fall asleep in each other’s arms too, if you want.”

You couldn't help but blush at Yangyang's suggestion. Tonight was a perfect night to do some private snuggling.

"Yangyang, that sounds great." You exclaimed, jumping up. "But are you sure you want to stay over tonight?"

"Absolutely." Yangyang reassured you. "What do you say?”

You shrugged, turning towards the park entrance. "Let's go then. Let's head home. I'm kinda tired."

Yangyang followed closely behind you, continuing to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Once inside your apartment, you both stopped in the middle of the hallway. Neither of you said a word as you walked towards your bedroom, leaving the rest of the apartment dark. Yangyang pulled off his shoes, removing his jacket before walking further into your room. "Shall we cuddle?" Yangyang asked as he pulled you towards the bed.

"Yes, please." You responded quickly, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Hmm, naughty girl. Come on, let's cuddle." Yangyang lifted you up, carrying you to the bed.

Once on the bed, you turned around and cuddled up next to Yangyang, facing him. Yangyang was caressing your back tenderly, smiling lovingly. "I love you so much, Y/N." Yangyang whispered in your ear. "Thank you for loving me."

"I love you too, Yangyang." You replied softly, tightening your grip around Yangyang's waist. "Now cuddle me some more."

You didn't have to tell Yangyang twice as he buried his face in your neck, whispering more sweet nothings in your ears. "Do you have any regrets about us being together?"

You shook your head. "No, not at all. In fact, I think I made the right choice."

Yangyang chuckled. "Good to hear. Now let's enjoy this little moment."

"Sounds good." You laughed, snuggling closer to Yangyang.

Soon, your lips began to touch each other. You kissed Yangyang softly, making soft sounds as you tasted him. You gently nibbled on Yangyang's lower lip, sucking lightly as you felt Yangyang lean in towards you, kissing you passionately. His hands traveled to your backside, cupping you tightly, rubbing your skin with excitement. You broke away from your embrace, gently pushing Yangyang onto his back. "Yangyang..." You breathed heavily. "Let's… do it.”

“Do what?” Yangyang questioned.

“Please… fuck me.” You whispered, slowly taking off your clothes. “If it’s okay with you.”

“Is that what you really want?” Yangyang teased, licking his lips as he stared at your body.

“Yes, please.” You whimpered, moving closer to Yangyang.

Yangyang let out a small laugh. "Alright, we'll do it." He kissed you once more before rolling you over onto your stomach. He lowered himself to your side, kissing your butt gently. "It feels so nice to be able to have you all to myself. Even if it's only on Mondays."

"I know that having to share me with four other guys sucks sometimes." You commented with a sigh. "But I'm happy that you can spend this time with me."

"You're right, baby. They mean a lot to me too. But I'm glad that we're able to be with each other now." Yangyang hugged you tight. "In fact, I'd like to make this time even better."

"Yangyang…" You moaned as Yangyang continued to rub your ass cheeks. "Please… fuck me."

Yangyang kissed your cheek, grabbing onto your thighs. "You really want me to fuck you, huh?"

"Y-yes, please… fuck me." You gasped, trying to contain your arousal.

“Sure thing, dumpling.” Yangyang responded. “Just lay back and relax.”

You moaned softly as you laid down on the bed, watching Yangyang remove his pants and underwear before climbing onto the bed. He looked so handsome, lying down naked and exposed, looking incredibly sexy. Yangyang looked up at you, a huge smile on his face. "Are you ready, my sweet dumpling?"

"Mmmm, yes." You moaned, blushing slightly as Yangyang started kissing your stomach. "I can't wait."

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” Yangyang whispered, slipping two fingers inside you. Yangyang started moving his fingers in and out of you, feeling every single inch of you. "Even though you have five boyfriends, you’re still so tight."

You could only moan at Yangyang's words, already having a strong orgasm building up. Yangyang continued his ministrations, teasing you mercilessly as he kissed your breasts, nipping your nipples playfully. He moved his mouth to your left breast, sucking on it as his fingers slid deeper inside of you. After a few minutes of pleasing you, Yangyang climbed on top of you, licking your entire body before moving down towards your core. He licked his way down to your thighs, dipping his tongue into your wet folds.

Yangyang kissed you gently, kissing your thigh and backside, causing you to moan loudly. "Oh god Yangyang, please…”

"Relax and open up for me, my sweet dumpling." Yangyang panted. "Trust me. It will be worth it."

With that, Yangyang leaned forward and placed a kiss on your clit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. You grabbed onto the sheets below you, feeling Yangyang run his tongue across your sensitive flesh. With his fingers still inside of you, Yangyang circled your clit rapidly, feeling you shake underneath him.

"Ahhh…" You gasped, gripping onto Yangyang tightly. "More, please… More."

Yangyang groaned, knowing exactly what you wanted. Moving his finger in and out of you, Yangyang continued circling your clit as he inserted another finger inside of you, massaging your g-spot and causing you to explode violently. You bucked wildly under him, squirting all over Yangyang’s face. Yangyang removed his fingers from you, licking up all of your juices. You tried to calm yourself down, breathing heavily as you laid there.

"That was incredible." Yangyang breathed. "You taste so good."

"Oh my god," you panted. "I can't believe I squirted like that."

Yangyang smirked, leaning down to kiss you gently. "As I said, it will be worth it."

Yangyang lifted himself up and looked at you, running his fingers through your messy hair. He leaned down to plant a passionate kiss on your lips, licking your tongue before returning to his normal position.

"You really came so hard." Yangyang stated, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Ugh, don't remind me." You grumbled, covering your face with your hands. "I'm just so embarrassed that I got so wet and messy like that."

"I wouldn't call it embarrassing." Yangyang murmured, kissing your shoulder. "Your orgasms are absolutely beautiful."

"What does that even mean?" You groaned. "And why am I not surprised?"

"Come on, it's true." Yangyang laughed. "It takes quite an amazing woman to squirt all over someone’s face. So thank you for being my amazing woman, dumpling."

"Stop being silly, Yangyang." You sighed. "But thanks."

Yangyang snickered, licking his lips. "Well then, shall we continue where we left off?"

"Yes, Yangyang." You groaned. "Yes."

Yangyang reached for your hand, pulling you close to him. He grabbed onto your hips, grinding his dick into your body. You moaned, closing your eyes and relishing in the warmth of his dick pressed against your pussy.

Yangyang kissed you deeply, moaning softly as he felt your heat enveloping his dick. He could feel his penis throbbing as you moaned softly in his ear, his erection growing harder by the second. As Yangyang kissed you passionately, he gently thrust his dick inside of you, letting you take all of him in. You moaned again as Yangyang kissed you. The feeling of his dick stretching you out was almost indescribable. Every time he thrust into you, Yangyang grunted softly. Your lips met once more as Yangyang penetrated you, slamming you against the bed.

You could barely hold onto your sanity as Yangyang continued thrusting into you, feeling every single inch of him move within you. He began moaning as well, feeling every single inch of you wrapped around him. You could tell that he was enjoying every minute of this, moaning louder and louder as he continued thrusting into you. You couldn’t help but start screaming out as he increased his speed, grinding his dick against you. You clenched your fists, panting hard as he kept fucking you.

Finally, Yangyang grabbed onto your hips, thrusting faster and faster. You could feel your climax starting to build up as he fucked you relentlessly. Finally, you felt it come crashing down on you. Your entire body shook as you shuddered under him, Yangyang pounding into you as you screamed out. Your body quivered uncontrollably, crying out as waves of pleasure ran through you.

"Shit, Yangyang!" You cried out, throwing your head back as you felt your orgasm sweep over you.

He grabbed onto your arms, holding onto you as you continued coming. He thrust into you once more, gasping as he watched your face contort in ecstasy. After several moments, he withdrew his cock from you, allowing you to breathe. He placed kisses on your forehead, resting his chin against yours.

You finally calmed down, feeling him stroke your hair.

"Wow…" You sighed, staring at the ceiling. "That was… wow."

Yangyang laughed softly. "I told you it would be worth it."

"It was definitely worth it." You agreed, grinning up at Yangyang.

Yangyang pulled you close to him, nuzzling his nose against yours. "This is how we should be spending our Monday nights, dumpling."

"Yeah." You sighed. "You're right."

The two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, cuddling after such a wild session. Even though you'd taken part in sexual activities together countless times, this particular moment seemed particularly special to you.

Tuesday

It was easy to fall asleep after a full day of fun and laughter. You had gotten plenty of sleep after spending all night in Yangyang's arms. You opened your eyes slightly, hearing footsteps coming towards the room. Without opening your eyes completely, you spotted Yangyang walking in, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"Good morning, dumpling." Yangyang greeted, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You sat up in bed, smiling. "Morning. What time is it?"

"Around 7:30 AM." Yangyang informed you. "When I woke up this morning Haechan let himself into your apartment so he could work on something this morning in the living room. Jeno also stopped by and is making breakfast. He’s in the kitchen making coffee and food right now. I already had my breakfast since I need to head out to my morning class.”

“Oh…” You nodded, rubbing your hands across your face. “Alright, see you later.”

"Okay." Yangyang leaned forward, kissing you on the lips gently. "I love you, dumpling."

"Love you too." You smiled.

"Give Jeno and Haechan my love." Yangyang kissed you again before moving back towards the door. "Take care, okay?"

"Okay." You echoed, leaning back in bed. "Bye bye, handsome."

Before he left, you heard the door open and close. For a second, you thought that someone else might have come in but after lying still for a while, you realized that you were the only one in the room. Rolling out of bed, you walked out of your bedroom and remembered that Jeno was cooking breakfast.

Padding into the kitchen, you wrapped your arms around Jeno, face pressed into his back.

"Ah, you're awake." Jeno remarked. "How are you feeling today?"

"Wide awake now that you made me food." You smiled, hugging Jeno tightly. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Jeno chuckled. "Don't worry, it’s my job to take care of you on Tuesdays. You owe me big time for all the times I had to come to your rescue."

You shrugged. "I love you too, so it's fine."

"Aw, you're too cute." Jeno winked, patting your head affectionately. "The food should be ready soon, so why don't you go wake up your number one? It won't be too long before we're eating."

"All right." You agreed, hugging Jeno again before letting go and walking towards the living room.

When you entered the living room, you noticed Haechan curled up on the couch, with his laptop open on his lap. From the way he was leaning back, it looked like he fell asleep while working. Taking a seat beside Haechan, you glanced at his screen and saw that he was doing some research for one of his papers. You chuckled, placed his laptop on the coffee table and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Wake up, love.”

Haechan slowly turned his head towards you, blinking rapidly before his eyes focused. “Ugh… sorry… sleepiness.”

“Don’t apologize. I bet you worked hard to finish your paper in time. I’m proud of you.” You smiled, leaning forward to give Haechan a kiss on the lips.

Haechan returned your kiss, his hand coming to caress your arms. He whispered, “I wish it was Friday and the weekend already. I want to hold you again, hug you tightly.”

“Me too.” You sighed. “But today is Jeno’s day.”

“Hey, you two!” Jeno popped his head into the living room, pulling you both out of your thoughts. “Breakfast is ready! Come and eat.”

“Okay, let’s eat.” Haechan stood up and went to the kitchen, joining Jeno in preparing your meal.

“Thanks again for cooking.” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on Jeno’s cheek.

Jeno chuckled, returning the gesture. “Anytime, princess. That’s what I’m here for.”

You walked to the kitchen, followed closely by Haechan. After washing your hands, you grabbed a bowl and spoon and went to sit down at the dining table. The three of you ate breakfast before cleaning the dishes and putting them away.

As you finished tidying up the kitchen, Jeno called out from the living room, asking you to join him. You followed Jeno back to the living room, sitting down on the sofa while Haechan took a seat on the floor in front of the couch.

"So, did you sleep well last night?" Jeno asked.

"Yep, very well. Had a lot of fun talking with Yangyang." You told Jeno. "We just talked and cuddled.”

“I know you had sex with him too, baby.” Haechan muttered, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You're always craving for a dick in you.”

“Maybe I’m just waiting for the weekend for you to fuck me.” You said to Haechan teasingly. “But yes, the sex was good.”

“As long as you were satisfied, babe.” Haechan burst out laughing. "But can you patiently wait for the weekend for me to fuck your brains out?"

"I'll try my hardest, love. Not a guarantee though. But until then, today is Jeno's day." You leaned forward to give him a kiss. "You know I always love you Haechan."

"And I always love you too, my love." Haechan said tenderly.

You returned Haechan's smile before looking at Jeno, who had been quietly observing the scene between you and Haechan with a smile on his face. "Speaking of which, I forgot to ask you. Do you have any plans today?"

Jeno paused, giving you an apologetic look before shaking his head. "Sorry princess, nothing interesting happening today."

"That's fine. Just hang around the house with me. Or maybe go shopping with me?" You suggested, giving Jeno a pleading look. "If you get bored, we could watch movies or play games."

Jeno bit his lip. "Y/N, you can't possibly be bored if you're with me."

"Of course not." You scoffed. "I would never be bored with you."

"Mmm, if you insist…" Jeno smirked, giving you a light kiss. "We can spend our day in bed if you want."

"Look at you two flirting in front of me." Haechan chuckled. "Just stay in bed with him for the whole day. Don't bother going out anywhere."

Jeno kissed you passionately, tugging on your shirt before running his fingers through your hair. "Should we?”

"Yes." You moaned, wrapping your arms around Jeno's shoulders. "Just stay in bed and don't stop kissing me. It's only Tuesday. Haechan, forget class and stay in bed with me too.”

“I wish I could, baby.” Haechan chuckled, getting up off the floor. “Today is Jeno's day. So I will take my leave first. I love you and I’ll see you this weekend.”

With that, Haechan left the living room, leaving you alone with Jeno. He stared deeply into your eyes before giving you another deep kiss. As he pulled away, he murmured, “Ready to spend the rest of the day in bed with me?”

"Mhm." You agreed, resting your head on his chest.

Jeno wrapped his arms around you, running his hands through your hair and caressing your scalp softly. After staying like that for a while, he whispered, “Do you remember when we first met, babe? When you accidentally walked into the lecture hall and tripped over me because I was laying down there?”

“Yes.” You mumbled, closing your eyes as you recalled the events of that fateful day. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jeno continued. “I was trying to take a nap before my lecture. And you came walking in. My heart almost skipped a beat when I saw you walking towards me. All I could think about was wanting you, making you mine. I wanted to take you home at that moment but then I found out that you and Haechan were dating."

"You were jealous." You giggled. "That’s cute. I thought you hated me at first."

“At first I hated you. I was angry because I lost out on a chance to make you mine." Jeno admitted. "But after I found out how much Haechan loved you, I calmed down. I knew that you would choose him instead of me."

“But you're here now, Jeno." You smiled. "Haechan might still be my number one, but don't think that you're not special to me. You all are special to me. I'm lucky to have you all in my life."

“You’re right. We are all special to you." Jeno sighed, running his hand through your hair. "And we do care about you. I should be glad that Haechan is so open about sharing you with other men. At least he has good taste in choosing people to share you with. Even though you and I weren't together yet, you shared your body with me without hesitation. I was surprised at first, but later on, I got used to it. Whenever I see Haechan fuck you, I feel happy. To see him make you moan and scream. He's very passionate when he fucks you, especially when he's holding you in his arms afterwards. He hugs you tight and strokes your hair. It makes me melt every time. Seeing him like that reminds me of how much he loves you. I wanted to be like that for you."

You gazed at Jeno intently, marveling at how sweet he was being. There was such sincerity in his voice and eyes that you couldn't help but become emotional. "How could anyone not fall in love with you?"

Jeno closed his eyes, smiling as he ran his thumb along your jawline. "It’s hard to describe. But whenever I’m with you, everything seems brighter and more beautiful. Everything is perfect. No matter how bad my day is, you manage to make me forget everything else. I hope that we can stay this way forever. This perfect world where nothing ever goes wrong."

He tightened his embrace around you before whispering, "I love you."

You closed your eyes, knowing that this was a moment worth remembering. And that this was a moment worth repeating. This moment where everything seemed so right, so perfect. You opened your eyes, gazing at Jeno lovingly.

"I love you too." You whispered. "Now come make my Tuesdays as wonderful as possible."

Jeno smiled brightly, leading you out of the living room and heading straight to your bedroom. He tilted your head up and softly pressed his lips onto yours, brushing your teeth gently before deepening the kiss. His tongue teased yours playfully, swirling around and inside your mouth before finally entering.

You felt your stomach tense as Jeno continued to explore your mouth with his tongue. Moaning loudly, you pulled back, throwing your arms around Jeno's neck. You lifted your leg up, wrapping it around Jeno's waist as he stood up, pulling you along with him.

"Shit, you're so hot and sexy." Jeno groaned, lifting you up in his arms. "My legs are so tired."

“They need to rest anyway.” You laughed breathlessly, leaning against Jeno as he carried you to the bed. “Now, lay me down.”

Jeno laid you down gently, pressing a series of kisses on your skin as he started undressing you. You looked at him lustfully as he slowly peeled off each piece of clothing. Every single inch of your body was exposed, sending waves of excitement through your system. His face glowed with desire as he lowered himself, staring at your naked body with admiration. His eyes moved over your torso, tracing every curve and crevice of your skin before moving downwards to your breasts.

Your nipples hardened under his gaze as he stared at them, causing you to shiver. Unable to resist, you reached for Jeno's hair, stroking it seductively as he continued to look at your breasts. He licked his lips hungrily before reaching for your nipple, pinching it lightly. Your body arched upwards instinctively, trying to seek more stimulation. A satisfied growl escaped from Jeno's throat as he continued to pinch and twist your nipples. You whimpered with pleasure, arching your back even further.

Jeno glanced at you briefly before lowering his head, sucking your breast roughly. His teeth dug into your flesh, eliciting another shriek from you. With that, Jeno switched his focus to your other breast, nibbling on your erect nipple again as he increased the pace of his movements. Your entire body was throbbing with desire by now, your clit already wet and swollen.

Moaning louder, you spread your legs wider, giving Jeno more access to your pussy. “More…”

Jeno complied immediately, taking his time to lick your clit and tease your g-spot with his tongue. You felt yourself nearing orgasm already, letting out soft cries as you tried to suppress your moans.

His teasing made you cry out again as your body convulsed uncontrollably, shooting a river of juices all over the place. You fell limply onto the bed, panting heavily as you listened to Jeno moaning.

“Fuck. I can’t believe I squirted again.” You panted.

Jeno grinned, crawling on top of you. He pushed his cock against your entrance, stretching your muscles slightly as he thrust forward. You groaned, feeling the head of his cock pushing past your inner walls. His shaft slowly slid in and out of you, stretching you even further.

“God, you’re so tight and hot.” Jeno groaned, running his hands up and down your sides. “It feels so good having you wrapped around me like this.”

You nodded in agreement, gripping Jeno’s hips tightly. “Don’t stop fucking me.”

Jeno smirked, tightening his grip on your hips. “Oh no, I’m just getting started.” He grunted as he slammed his hips forwards, making you squeak with surprise. He began pounding your pussy vigorously, his eyes locked on yours as he gave you all of his attention. The sight of him looking at you intensely caused your heart to race faster than ever before.

Each stroke became harder and faster as he picked up speed. His rough breathing echoed in your ears, mixed with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of you. Every inch of your body was drenched with sweat by now, your entire body trembling violently.

A low groan escaped from Jeno's lips as he pumped you harder and faster. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, causing you to bite your lip and hold back any noise you may have made. You could feel his shaft twitch inside you every time he plunged into you, sending ripples of pure ecstasy throughout your entire body.

Jeno released a string of curses as he slammed his hips into yours repeatedly, his pace becoming erratic as he grew closer to climax.

“Fuck, princess.” Jeno gritted his teeth, pumping your pussy furiously. “Are you close?”

“Yeeeesssss.” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding your hips into him.

The sensation was intense as Jeno continued pounding your pussy relentlessly. Sweat dripped down his forehead, creating little rivers down his cheek as he continued to stare at you hungrily. You could tell that he was nearing his peak as well.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jeno groaned, shaking his head wildly as he continued to pump your pussy.

“Cum inside me!” You yelled, slamming your hips backwards. “Fill me up!”

Jeno's entire body trembled, as if his entire body was going through some sort of spasm. His face contorted into an expression of utter pleasure, which caused your heart to skip a beat. He bit his lower lip before suddenly slamming his hips forward once again, making you gasp as his balls exploded.

Hot white liquid splashed onto your skin, filling you up with every single drop of his seed. Your insides turned molten hot as Jeno kept pumping your pussy, spilling every last drop of his load inside you. You were left gasping for air, completely drained as Jeno collapsed next to you, collapsing in exhaustion.

After a few moments of catching your breath, you glanced down at Jeno's naked body. Every part of his body was flushed red with perspiration, glistening from the numerous streams of sweat that had accumulated on him. His breathing was heavy as he lay beside you, completely spent.

You leaned in towards Jeno, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before burying your face into his neck. He groaned softly, closing his eyes as you held him closely. His arms encircled your waist protectively, causing you to smile fondly.

“That was amazing.” You whispered, resting your chin on his chest.

Jeno didn't reply, only snuggling closer to you. Both of you remained silent, lost in thought. Eventually, you drifted off to sleep, feeling content as you cuddled against Jeno's side.

Wednesday

Wednesday rolled around and you laid in Jaemin’s arms on the bed, resting comfortably in his embrace. The two of you had spent most of the day watching TV shows and chatting. At one point during the day, Jaemin and you got carried away while playing Uno, making each other laugh hysterically when neither of you could see the cards you were drawing anymore due to your laughter.

The entire time you stayed in Jaemin’s arms with him softly stroking your back. There was something about the way he did that made you feel so loved and cherished, like nothing would ever change between you two.

Jaemin rubbed your shoulder as you talked about your days. “What happened with Yangyang on Monday and Jeno yesterday?”

“Yangyang and I just hung out, took a walk around the park and just cuddled in bed that night.” You answered, looking up at him. “And yesterday, Jeno made me breakfast and then we just stayed in bed all day.”

“Did your days end with sex?” Jaemin raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Why?" You asked, arms wrapping his neck. "Is my Jaemin jealous?"

Jaemin laughed, burying his face into your hair. “No, my little bunny. No jealousy here.”

He nuzzled against you affectionately before lifting his head again, gazing into your eyes. “We’ll always have some great days together. Right?”

You sighed happily, raising an eyebrow. “I suppose… But there will also be those bad days, won’t there?”

Jaemin placed his index finger on your chin, tilting it upwards until you looked at him. He smirked. “Well I hope those bad days don't include me."

"They probably won't…" You nodded, turning towards him, allowing your arms to wrap around his shoulders. "Who's to say that I won't have bad days with the other guys?"

"If you do, just come talk to me about it. I promise I'll make sure you're okay and things get better for you. You know how much I care about you, my sweet bunny."

You smiled at him, snuggling closer to him. “Thank you, baby.”

"Anything for you, honey." Jaemin grinned, holding you tighter against him.

For a moment you both were quiet, content with where you were at and what you were doing. Then suddenly you sat up straight, giggling. You leaned up, pecking his lips. “Oh, what do you say we go out tonight? There’s this new restaurant that I want to try.”

Jaemin glanced at the clock on the wall, grinning happily as he laid down. “I’ll get ready quickly. What should I wear?”

You giggled as you watched Jaemin scramble to get dressed. Once he was finished, he leaned over, kissing you passionately. “See you soon, bunny.”

As soon as he closed the door behind him, you turned to look at the mirror on the wall. Your reflection appeared distorted as you gazed at yourself intently. You couldn’t help but grin widely, remembering how good it felt when Jaemin had touched you earlier today. It was funny how things had changed between you and Jaemin since the first time you met him. Then, you were nothing more than a random student that walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom during a frat party you attended with Haechan.

Of course, back then, you hadn’t known anything about Jaemin, and you would have never guessed that he would turn out to be such a great friend. Now, you were practically inseparable with him. You were pretty sure that Haechan and your other boyfriends wouldn’t mind if you brought Jaemin into the relationship. He was a close friend of everyone, particularly Jeno, so it was just a matter of time before he became your boyfriend as well.

That thought made you giggle once more. In fact, you had already made the move on Jaemin a few times, surprising him when you broke the news to him that he had been ‘accepted’ into your harem. However, Jaemin didn’t take it too badly. To be honest, Jaemin seemed kind of excited about being accepted into your harem. Maybe it was because it meant you cared enough about him to let him join. Whatever the reason was, you were happy. Everything was perfect right now, and you knew you would only continue to improve. And even though there might be days when you didn’t feel very confident, there would always be someone who would help you feel strong.

Pulling on your clothes and checking to make sure you had everything, you met up with Jaemin in the living room. The two of you greeted each other cheerfully before heading downstairs together.

While waiting for dinner to arrive, you and Jaemin sat across from each other, talking about random stuff. You were about to bring up Jeno when the waiter arrived with their meals. You silently thanked the waiter as he placed the plates on the table before leaving. After collecting our utensils, the two of you started eating.

“So, about Jeno.” Jaemin said after a while, spearing a piece of meat on his fork. “Did he fuck you good last night? Was my baby satisfied?”

You let out a quiet moan as you chewed, pretending to ignore his question. “He did fuck me really well, though. Very much so.”

Jaemin smiled, leaning forward slightly. “Tell me everything. How many times did he penetrate you? Did you take his load in your mouth or your pussy? Or both?”

Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat, knowing that you shouldn’t be getting excited by these questions. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night and how good Jeno made you feel. You tried your best not to show it, continuing to talk to Jaemin as if you didn’t hear him.

Jaemin glanced at you again, raising an eyebrow. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

Sighing softly, you shook your head, hiding your face behind your menu. “Yes, Jaemin. I’m fine. Just thinking about… something else.”

“Yeah, right.” Jaemin chuckled. “That ‘something else’ is obviously about what you and Jeno got up to last night. Why are you still blushing? It's okay to like it. I just want to know─”

“Jaemin, baby,” you looked at him. “How about I show you after dinner when we get home?”

Jaemin leaned back, chuckling. “You are so naughty. So insatiable, little bunny.”

The two of you finished dinner and headed back to the apartment, the sound of your footsteps echoing down the hallway. The lights were dimmed as you opened the front door and stepped inside. Jaemin followed you inside, locking the door behind him. As you shut the door, he began to undress, letting his shirt fall to the ground.

You blushed slightly, taking off your jacket and putting it aside. In a moment, your dress came off as well, revealing your lacy bra and thong underneath. While the silence hung in the air, you grabbed a throw pillow and laid it flat on the couch. You patted the seat next to you, Jaemin coming to sit. Smiling sweetly, you stroked his chin. “Are you okay with me having sex with Jeno?”

“Yeah, of course I’m okay with that.” Jaemin replied. “Besides, I’ve seen plenty of you and Haechan naked and fucking, remember?”

“Mmm…” You licked your lips slowly, biting your lower lip.

Jaemin smirked. “Oh my, this should be interesting.”

"It won't be long until we're all having sex together." You grinned mischievously. "Then everyone will be having lots of sex."

"Won't that be wonderful?" Jaemin chuckled.

“And my Jaemin can finally have some happy family days.” You giggled.

Jaemin rolled his eyes. “My own family?”

"Jaemin." You scolded, trying to pull away from him. "We’re all adults.”

“Well, in that case…” Jaemin smirked. “Let’s start a new family. With little bunnies running around.”

Laughing, you moved your hands to run down his sides, caressing his abs gently. You pushed his boxers down slightly, admiring the smooth skin on his torso. Gently nibbling on his earlobe, you lightly trailed kisses along his jawline.

"Behave, little bunny." Jaemin warned.

"Ooooh, I'm being bad." You giggled. "Tsk tsk."

Before you could move any further, Jaemin picked you up and set you down on top of him, locking his arms around your waist.

"Jaemin!" You exclaimed, struggling to get away.

"Now behave, little bunny." Jaemin chuckled, his lips capturing yours. His tongue teased yours playfully, causing both of you to moan softly. As he pulled away, you began kissing his neck.

"God damn it, you tease." Jaemin groaned, pulling you tighter against him.

As he began tracing his fingers down your spine, his hands rested above your ass, your breasts pressing into his chest. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth against your collarbone, nipping and sucking on your skin. As you moaned loudly, a wicked smirk crossed his face.

Reaching behind you, he gently slid the straps of your bra down, exposing your breasts.

"Y/N." Jaemin groaned, licking his lips. "These are very beautiful."

A low growl escaped your throat as Jaemin ran his tongue along your breast. Grabbing them, he began to massage them gently. Using his thumbs, he circled your nipples before lightly flicking them with his tongue. They hardened instantly, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Good girl.” Jaemin murmured, gazing down at you lovingly. “I like hearing you moan like that.”

As he began to suck on your nipple, his hand went to the small of your back, sliding down to your waist. Leaning down, he kissed you passionately, sending shivers through your body. For a moment, the only thing you heard was soft moans and grunts escaping your lips as Jaemin sucked on your breast.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his lips trailing down your stomach to your navel. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around the edges. Another moan escaped your lips as you grabbed onto his shoulders tightly, desperate to hold on.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. Standing behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your ass. He squeezed them firmly, pushing his hips forward slightly.

Your heart raced as you leaned back into him, feeling him push against your backdoor. Looking back, you could see him giving you a devilish smile. He gently pressed against you again, causing you to wince slightly as the head of his cock entered you.

"It's alright, my little bunny." Jaemin reassured you, stroking your cheek softly. "Just relax. It'll be fine."

"Jaemin, you're so big." You whimpered. "I don't know if─"

Jaemin placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. Taking a deep breath, he continued pushing forward, entering you completely. You moaned loudly, biting your lip as the pressure on your anus increased.

Jaemin bit his lip hard, panting heavily. "God, you feel amazing. Can you feel my dick filling you up?"

"Mmmm…" You nodded, smiling. "It feels so good."

His fingers left your cheek, trailing down your neck. Slowly moving upward, they cupped your breast, gently squeezing them as his other hand gently pinched your nipple. You moaned loudly, pressing your hips into his groin.

Panting loudly, Jaemin lifted his hips slightly. "Does my little bunny like that?"

"Ahh… yes." You groaned. "Please, keep going."

"Like that?" Jaemin whispered in your ear.

Shivering slightly, you nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Gazing at you lovingly, he started thrusting harder, your moans filling the room. With every thrust, he would kiss you, gently holding onto your ass. At one point, he suddenly tightened his grip, bringing you to your knees as he kept thrusting in and out of you. A high-pitched moan escaped your throat as he continued pumping into you, you bucking your hips forward in response.

"Jaemin…" You whimpered. "I need you to cum inside me. Please."

“What do you want, little bunny?” Jaemin whispered seductively in your ear. “Do you want to feel me come inside you? Do you want to feel me fill you up with my seed?”

“Yes, Jaemin! Please! Cum inside me!” You screamed.

Jaemin let out a low moan, the veins in his neck standing out as he pumped his hips faster. Keeping one hand on your hip, he used the other to stroke your clit, bringing you to climax in no time. Feeling him tense, you knew he was about to release his sperm inside you.

"I'm going to cum inside you." Jaemin whispered. "All over your ass. Fill you up with my seed."

With that, he let go of your waist, placing his hands on your shoulders and driving himself deeper into you. One final thrust sent him shooting inside you, both of you screaming as he filled you. His moans filled the room as he let out several short bursts of cum inside you.

"Fuck." Jaemin gasped. "That was amazing."

"Me too." You moaned, burying your face into the pillow. "I love you, Jaemin."

"I love you too, Y/N." He mumbled quietly, his lips brushing against your hair. "Thank you for allowing me to be with you tonight. You've made my dream come true. I know that Wednesday nights with you is something that I'll always treasure."

The two of you stayed silent for a while, soaking in the blissful feelings that lingered between the two of you. In no time, you were lying there, cuddling with him as you both drifted off to sleep. You didn't notice the bright light shining through the window.

Thursday

Thursday arrived and you were at Renjun’s and Haechan’s place watching movies. Haechan told you that he was staying late at work but Renjun would be home.

You loved spending time with Renjun. Renjun was obviously great in bed but that wasn’t why he was your number two. If Haechan was ever busy, Renjun would always be there to comfort, keep you company and if your libido was acting up, he'd be more than willing to help relieve that pressure.

As you sat beside Renjun, he took your hand in his, gently stroking your palm. You looked at him lovingly, smiling softly.

"I missed you, Y/N." He smiled. "Today has been boring without you."

"Hmmm… Renjun." You purred, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. "If you want to keep me entertained, maybe you could fuck me later."

"Fuck." He mumbled, grinning sheepishly.

You giggled, moving closer to him. Kissing his cheek, you crawled across the couch to straddle him. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed contently. After watching a few movies, Renjun pulled you close to him, resting his chin on your head. The movie had ended and the rest of the night would consist of cuddling.

“You’re going to spend all night hugging me, aren’t you?” You asked.

“Yup.” He smiled, stroking your thigh. “After today, I wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciate you.”

Smiling softly, you traced circles on his chest. “I appreciate you too.”

After a while, you shifted positions, rolling onto your side to face him. Nuzzling his neck, you softly kissed him on the lips.

"Renjun…" You said softly.

He looked at you with sleepy eyes. "Hmm?"

“Can I ask you something?”

His gaze softened. "Anything."

“How do you really feel about sharing me with Haechan and the others?”

"It makes me happy to share you with the guys." He replied simply.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because I like seeing you happy." He said, his voice sounding genuine. "Seeing you happy makes me happy. And it also feels good knowing that you have other guys who will care for you when I can't. Just like how in the beginning, I took care of you when Haechan couldn’t.”

A wide grin spread across your face. “You mean it? You actually like sharing me with them?”

"Of course." He replied confidently. "I never once thought otherwise. They treat you right and they are fun to hang out with. I trust them. I’m kind of happy that Haechan was so open sharing you with me, much less the others. I mean, most people might not like the idea of their significant other sleeping with someone else. But they never tried to force you into anything or become overly possessive. They are all respectful of each other’s relationship to you. I don’t know what we would do without our little harem. I love you too much to allow you to suffer alone. Sharing you with the guys allows us to continue having a relationship with each other while taking care of you at the same time. I like the idea of a bigger family, especially since the five of us are like brothers anyway."

Staring at him lovingly, you felt your heart melting at the sincerity in his voice. Suddenly, you felt his lips pressing against yours. Your heart skipped a beat as you returned his kiss. Lifting your hand, you grabbed the back of his head, pulling him even closer to you. You brought your other hand to cup his cheek, gently caressing his jawline. After a while, Renjun broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispered, cupping your cheek tenderly. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible."

"And I love you, Renjun." You said softly, nipping his lower lip.

Wrapping his arms around you, he slowly pulled you on top of him, letting his hands slide down your sides. Once he reached your hips, he gripped them tightly, urging you to grind yourself against him. Bringing your mouth back to his, he kissed you passionately, his tongue finding its way past your lips. For a moment, you felt overwhelmed by passion. Your entire body throbbed with desire, making you feel weak in the knees. Grinding yourself against him, you began moaning as his kisses grew rougher.

Pulling away from you, he smirked before sitting up. You followed suit, sitting on his lap, facing him. Leaning forward, he kissed you on the neck, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. Continuing his onslaught on your neck, he trailed kisses along your collarbone, causing you to squirm. Tugging at your shirt, he lifted it over your head. Next, he tugged off your bra, causing your breasts to bounce free. He moaned as he lightly pinched your nipples. Gently biting your breast, he sucked one nipple into his mouth while rubbing the other one with his thumb.

You moved your hands down his chest, running them over his abs, tracing small circles over his belly button. Kneading his skin gently, you felt him moan loudly as you slid your hands under his pants. Moving down his legs, you ran your fingers along his inner thighs. Moving down further, you wrapped your fingers around his length, teasing the tip of his cock. As you circled the base of his shaft, you could feel him shudder. Glancing up, you saw a look of lust on his face. Returning his stare, you licked your lips, drawing his attention to them.

"Oh god, Y/N." He groaned. "Are you really gonna do this? Right now?"

Looking up at him, you gave him a shy smile.

"Yeah.” You replied, slowly sliding your fingers around his cock, causing him to jump. “Do you really want me to stop?"

“No.” He grunted, grabbing your wrist. “I want you to suck me off. Right here. Right now.”

You gave him an innocent smile, kneeling down in front of him. Placing his cock in between your lips, you gently took the head of his cock into your mouth.

Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes. Slowly sucking on his shaft, you took his length deep into your mouth, feeling it hit the back of your throat. Taking your time, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. Using your hands to hold his ass, you forced his cock deeper into your mouth, using your hand to squeeze his balls, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

Moaning loudly, you tightened your grip on his shaft as you went faster, circling the base of his cock with your tongue. Pressing your teeth harder on his shaft, you slowly increased the speed of your sucking. Soon enough, he started moaning louder, thrusting his hips upwards, encouraging you to go faster. You could feel his cum building up, pulsating at the tip of his cock. Taking him deeper into your mouth, you closed your lips around his shaft, allowing the first drop of cum to drip into your mouth. Sucking gently, you slowly took more of his cock into your mouth until you swallowed his whole load.

Dropping your head, you let his cum roll down your chin, dripping off your chin onto your breasts. Closing your eyes, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you as you heard Renjun let out a satisfied moan. His hand came to rest on the back of your head, massaging your scalp as you continued sucking his cock. Eventually, you pulled away, resting your head on his thighs.

He looked down at you with adoring eyes. Looking up at him, you made eye contact, locking your gaze with his. Gazing into his eyes, you noticed the gleam in his eyes, causing your stomach to flutter with excitement. His eyes seemed filled with longing, mixed with desire.

"Y/N..." He breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

Smiling, you rose to your feet. Running your fingers through his hair, you tilted his head upwards.

"I'm just doing what I love." You murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

"Well, if you keep doing things like that, I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you." He said, giving you another peck on the lips. Pulling away from him, you quickly took off your shirt and skirt, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Inching closer to him, you felt his breath on your skin. Feeling him moving behind you, you waited anxiously for him to finally touch you. With one quick motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, positioning himself behind you.

Slowly lowering his body onto you, he kissed the back of your neck, gently caressing your shoulders. Once he was positioned properly, he leaned forward, kissing your shoulders and back, causing goosebumps to appear all over your body. Leaning forwards, he began licking your shoulder, working his way towards your neck. As he kissed you, his left hand came to rest between your legs, rubbing you through your panties. While his hand played with your pussy, his tongue traced patterns on your back, sending shivers throughout your body.

Kissing you passionately, he let out a growl, placing his weight on top of you. Kissing your ear, he whispered in your ear.

"Y/N… I need you so bad."

You turned around, meeting his gaze. Sliding your arms around his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you brought him close to you. Taking your face in his hands, he pressed his lips against yours, opening your mouth to his tongue. For a moment, you allowed him to explore your mouth with his tongue, feeling your arousal intensify as he teased you with his tongue. Biting your bottom lip, he broke the kiss.

"Hurry up and fuck me, Renjun." You whispered seductively.

Bending down, he buried his face between your legs, moaning at the taste of you. Leaving wet trails on your thigh, he ran his tongue up your slit, gliding up and down your lips, tasting every inch of you. Sticking out his tongue, he swirled it around your clit, eliciting a gasp from you.

Breathing heavily, you could feel your body heating up, sending tingles all over your body. Getting up onto your elbows, you watched him lick your pussy with such intensity. Panting, he brought his mouth closer to your clit, slipping a finger inside you, swirling his finger around your hole, making sure you were well lubricated. Once he was confident that your pussy was sufficiently wet, he stood up, positioning himself above you.

Pushing your hips upwards, you wanted to feel his cock penetrate you. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed your waist and moved you underneath him, aligning his cockhead with your entrance. A few short thrusts later, you could feel his cock enter you. Groaning loudly, he pushed forward, burying himself fully inside you. Letting out a loud moan, he pressed his hips into you, making you feel his cock swell even more. Tightening your muscles around him, he bit down on your shoulder, increasing the pressure of his thrusts. Feeling his cock swell again, you wrapped your arms around his neck, grinding yourself into him. Gasping, he thrust once more, making you cry out in pleasure. This time, instead of biting down on your shoulder, he placed his lips against your ear.

"Tell me how good it feels." He said in a ragged whisper.

Feeling his cock throbbing inside you, you opened your mouth, looking straight into his eyes.

"So fucking good…" You managed to say, biting down on your lip as you let out a moan.

"Oh god…" He groaned, slamming his hips into you again and again.

Each thrust caused you to cry out in pleasure. Sensing your orgasm approaching, he picked up his pace, driving his cock deeper into you with each thrust. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you cried out, coming hard around his cock.

As soon as you came, he threw his head back, releasing his seed inside you. Reaching down, he took one of your hands in his, bringing it to his mouth, kissing it softly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you held him tight as he finished filling you with his cum. Keeping his cock buried inside you, he lowered his head and gave you soft kisses on your cheek and neck. Eventually, he got off of you, lying next to you. Gently stroking your hair, he looked into your eyes, letting out a sigh.

"Wow, Y/N." He said, smiling sheepishly. "That was incredible."

Wrapping your arm around his waist, you brought his head towards you, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"Yeah, it was." You said with a giggle. "But don't worry, we'll definitely do that again."

Friday

You woke up the next morning to find Renjun's spot empty. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, looked at the clock and noticed that it was about 8am. He probably had morning classes and didn't want to bother you. You got up out of bed and made your way to Haechan's room to see if he was there.

You found him lying in bed still, so you slipped in bed next to him. As soon as you lay down, he wrapped his arms around you and snuggled into you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you smiled at him.

"Good morning." You said.

"Good morning, sunshine." He replied, pulling you closer to him. "How was your night with Renjun?"

Leaning up, you kissed him on the cheek. "It was amazing. But now I just want to spend time with you."

Chuckling, he shook his head. "Silly girl. You've been spending all your time with the others. Don't you miss me anymore?"

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "As much as I love them all, I miss being with you the most."

Pulling you closer, he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. After breaking apart, he brushed his lips across your nose, before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"You know you're always welcome in my room." He said, bringing his lips to your ear. "Especially when you look like that."

Shivering, you smiled, placing your head on his chest. "You always know how to make me blush."

A few minutes passed by in silence as you cuddled with Haechan. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was Haechan whispering 'I love you' in your ear. It was such an innocent, yet romantic gesture. A part of you wanted to hear more words of love from him but another part of you couldn't wait to fall asleep in his embrace.

After waking up from your nap, Haechan was still sleeping soundly. Feeling slightly hungry, you got up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. As you grabbed some orange juice from the fridge, you felt someone come up behind you. Turning around, you saw a sleepy Haechan leaning against the door frame, rubbing his eyes. He looked incredibly cute in his pajamas, making you smile.

Walking over to the counter, you poured yourself a glass of juice, taking a sip as you turned back around. Before you knew what happened, Haechan came up behind you and gave you a light kiss on the lips. Your body immediately tingled as you leaned back against him. You pulled away after a minute or two, grinning at him.

"Mm… Haechan, why don't we get dressed and go grab lunch together? There's a really nice little cafe near campus I think we'll both enjoy." You suggested.

Grinning, Haechan nodded. "Sounds good. Let me shower."

"Why don't I join you?" You asked.

He groaned, closing his eyes. "Baby, you're so damn tempting…"

You laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the bathroom.

After showering, you and Haechan went to have lunch at a small, but adorable café. It wasn't very crowded today since it was early afternoon and not many people were out.

When they placed their order, Haechan decided to take charge and lead you outside. The weather was perfect, clear skies and only a slight breeze blowing. Grabbing each other's hands, you and Haechan started strolling through the university grounds, chatting away. He was telling you about one of his math classes, while you told him about one of your writing classes. Every once in awhile, you'd stop to smell flowers or examine trees. In fact, you even took the time to sit down on a bench and look up at the sky. Haechan watched you intently as you did this, watching you smile as you stared at the clouds.

As Haechan spoke, your mind began to wander to different memories of him. From your first date, to your anniversary, and every moment in between. In those memories, he would always be smiling. And as you thought of these moments, you felt yourself getting teary eyed. Wanting to avoid any embarrassment, you quickly wiped your eyes and turned to face Haechan. Taking your hand, he smiled at you gently, making you return his smile.

Pulling your arm close to you, he leaned down and softly kissed your forehead. "There's no need to hide your emotions, love. Cry if you need to."

Feeling overwhelmed by his kind words, you let out a soft cry and buried your face into his shoulder. Haechan rubbed your back gently, giving you comfort until you stopped crying. Pulling away, he held you in his arms for a moment before speaking.

"Are you okay?"

Nodding your head, you smiled at him. "Yeah. I'm sorry, I guess I just got caught up in memories of you."

Smiling widely, he pulled you close to him again. "Well that makes me feel good."

Feeling safe in his arms, you rested your head on his chest, looking up at the blue sky. Listening to the sounds of birds chirping and squirrels playing, you could feel Haechan's heart beating steadily. It was as though the feeling you got from listening to his heartbeat was stronger than the warmth coming from the sun. You tilted your head upwards, looking at him. His cheeks were slightly pink, likely due to his emotions. Lifting your hand, you gently touched his face.

"What are you thinking about?" You whispered.

Giving you a slight smirk, he answered, "You. Of course."

Laughing lightly, you replied, "Is that all?"

Haechan shook his head, holding your gaze. "I'm thinking of all the times we've spent together. All the good times, bad times and everything in between. I've been thinking about the way you brighten my day. The happiness I feel whenever I look at you. That rush of adrenaline that comes from seeing you in my arms. The love that grows deeper every day."

Pausing for a second, he added, "And you make me want to do crazy things."

Closing your eyes, you swallowed hard, knowing what he meant. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Haechan staring deeply into yours. Your breath hitched as you became completely mesmerized by his dark brown eyes. Slowly raising your hand, you slowly traced your fingers along his jawline, moving up to trace his chin and then moving down to touch his lips. Taking a deep breath, you closed the distance between you, meeting his lips in a tender kiss. Looking at each other lovingly, you pressed your bodies together, molding yourselves to each other. With your lips parted, your tongue gently caressed his lips, eliciting a moan from Haechan.

"We should wait until we get home, baby." He whispered against your mouth.

Taking a step back, you sighed sadly. "Yes, but it's going to be hard."

Haechan chuckled and squeezed your hand. "Don't worry. We can hold each other all night long."

Snapping out of your daze, you pulled away and grinned at him. "Promise?"

Hearing your tone, Haechan's expression changed slightly. The affectionate look on his face was replaced with a soft, caring smile. "Of course, Love."

Smiling, you placed your hands on either side of his face, bringing his lips to yours once again. "You're my number one Haechan. Yes, I love the other guys too but I'm always going to love you the most."

Bringing your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close. The rest of the day passed by quickly as you talked about how the rest of your week went, laughed about your stories from college, and shared countless kisses and hugs.

Later that night, you and Haechan laid in his bed talking. He was cuddling with you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Glancing over at him, you could tell he was struggling with something. So you waited patiently for him to bring it up.

Finally, Haechan spoke up. "Sigh...baby, I've been meaning to ask you something. About us. Us, you know..."

Nervously twirling your fingers, you looked up at him. "Yes?"

Staring into your eyes, he smiled. "How do you feel about all of us living together? You, me, Renjun, Yangyang, Jeno and Jaemin?"

Taken aback, you remained silent for a moment before answering. "Do you really mean that? Like all six of us? For real?"

He nodded, smiling happily. "Absolutely. I want to share my life with all of you."

Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. "Okay! Well, we'll talk to the other guys tomorrow and figure out a solution."

Smiling, Haechan hugged you tightly. "I love you, Haechan. More than anything."

Smiling back, you kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you too, baby."

Running your hands through his hair, you tugged on it slightly. Leaning down, you brought your lips to his, planting a passionate kiss on his. He returned the kiss eagerly, pulling you close to him. In response, you rolled onto your back, bringing Haechan on top of you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as you gazed up at him. He grinned back, running his fingers through your hair.

Reaching down, he undid the buttons on your shirt, peeling them off of you. Laying you down on the bed, he removed his own shirt, tossing it aside. Moving his attention to your pants, he unbuttoned them, sliding them off of you. Next, he slid your panties down, revealing your smooth pussy. He took a deep breath as he reached out to you, touching your wet folds. Moving his hand in small circles, he began fingering you roughly. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips upwards. Unable to control himself, Haechan thrust two fingers inside of you.

"I find it so hot that the others have access to your body." He breathed. "Just imagining them all enjoying you, makes me want to fuck you harder."

"What do you want to do to me when we all move in together? Do you want to fuck me in front of everyone?" You whispered, looking up at him with desire in your eyes.

A wicked grin formed on his face. "If you allow it, I definitely will."

"What if I want everyone to fuck me while you watch? Would you like that, Haechan?" You smirked, wiggling under him.

Smirking, he said, "I would. As long as I could see you being taken by another man, the more I would want to fuck you myself."

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you ran your nails down his back. "Wouldn't you want to fuck me while they fucked me too?"

Kissing you passionately, he responded, "Oh yes. All night long. Over and over again."

Rolling over onto his back, Haechan reached out to you, grabbing your hand. Pulling you next to him, he pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. Gazing into your eyes, he whispered, "Do you know how badly I want to fill you up with our cum? To taste all of us mixed together? To make love to you until neither of us can move anymore? I want to experience it all with you, baby."

Leaning in, you placed your lips to his ear, nibbling on it gently. "I want that too, baby."

In response, Haechan gently stroked your hair, his eyes filled with adoration. Kissing your cheek, he whispered, "But until then, let's enjoy us. Right now, I want to explore your body. Slowly taking you to heights you've never imagined possible."

Chuckling, you lifted your hips, positioning his cock near your entrance. Leaning forward, you captured his lips in a passionate kiss, slowly licking his bottom lip. Releasing his lips, you glanced up at him seductively. Gazing back at you, Haechan wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you onto his throbbing erection. Taking you in his arms, he lowered you down onto him. Feeling the warm, tightness of your pussy surrounding his dick, he let out a moan of pleasure. Slowly moving his hips, you felt him push deeper inside of you. Both of you gasped loudly as he penetrated you fully. Raising his head, he gazed deeply into your eyes, letting out an appreciative sigh.

"God, I missed this." He murmured, kissing you gently.

Looking into his eyes, you moved your lips towards his ear, softly nibbling on it. "I missed you too, Haechan."

Wanting to hear him say it again, you ran your nails down his back. "Baby, I love you so much."

Moving his hips faster, Haechan lifted you higher and pushed you down harder. "Love you too, Baby." He moaned.

Shaking his head, he murmured, "You drive me crazy."

With his hips still moving rapidly, he pulled your hips into his, intensifying your penetration. Your juices glistened across his shaft as he pulled out slightly and plunged back inside of you. You rode him feverishly, moaning softly. Bringing his hands up to your ass, he firmly grabbed it, spreading you wider apart. Holding you there, he drove himself even further inside of you.

Holding you tighter, Haechan growled low in his throat, grinding into you even harder. Your juices dripped down your thighs, leaving behind a trail of your sweet nectar. Groaning, Haechan rocked his hips forwards, causing your hips to bounce violently. Your clit rubbed against his pubic bone, sending a surge of pleasure throughout your body.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum soon." He groaned. As you continued riding him, his breathing grew ragged.

"Fuck, Haechan. Cum inside of me." You whispered hoarsely, pushing yourself down harder on him. Feeling his balls tightening, Haechan thrust forward, giving you all of his warm, sticky cum. Moaning loudly, you tightened your grip around his shoulders as you came, bathing Haechan's shaft in your fluids. Shuddering with pleasure, you collapse on top of him, feeling him pulse inside of you. Finally catching your breath, you kiss him deeply, savoring the taste of him in your mouth. After laying in his arms for several minutes, he pulls you close to him. Smiling at you, he pulls you into a hug, burying his face in your hair.

"I'm so happy right now." He whispered. "So incredibly, unbelievably happy."

Leaning in, you lightly kissed his forehead. "Me too, Baby. Me too."

Continuing to lie in each other's arms, you stared at the ceiling, both lost in thought. Before long, you fell asleep, cuddled closely to Haechan.

Saturday

The next morning, you and Haechan met the others at a coffee shop nearby campus. While Haechan bought everyone drinks, you sat down at a table to talk.

Once everyone arrived, you cleared your throat, getting everyone's attention. "So Haechan and I discussed it last night and decided that, well, that this is probably the best option. To live together."

All of them looked surprised and confused, except for Haechan. He smirked and crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. Smirking right back, you continued, "Now, we obviously need to find a place that will fit all six of us."

Everyone looked around, discussing possible options. It didn't take long before someone suggested moving to one of the group houses. This sparked a debate between everyone. Some liked the idea, others weren't so sure. Finally, after hours of arguing, everyone settled on renting a house together.

While they worked on the details, you ordered more coffee for everyone. Staring off into space, you couldn't help but imagine the future; living with the boys in your own place. You could see yourself cooking dinner for them every night, sitting on the couch watching TV, walking to class together. You pictured how easy it would be to fall asleep next to Haechan every night, waking up in the morning to cuddle.

It made you excited just thinking about it. As much as you loved the closeness you felt with Haechan, having all of them under one roof would be an amazing experience. Plus, having them around you at all times would ensure you never lacked for male companionship. If you wanted to try some sex toys out, you could easily show it to Jeno and Jaemin. Or you could come to Yangyang when you wanted some advice on writing. You could go shopping with Renjun and Haechan or have fun making puns with Jeno. It seemed like the possibilities were endless.

You glanced over at Haechan who was sitting across from you. Smiling at him, you gently stroked his cheek with your thumb.

"Haechan?"

Glancing at you, he asked, "Can I say something?"

Chuckling, you motioned for him to continue. "Go ahead."

After taking another sip of his drink, he stood up and walked towards you. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "Thank you for doing this. I love you more than anything."

Smiling, you leaned in to give him a small peck on the lips. After pulling away, you said, "I love you too, Baby. And don't forget about how much I love all of you."

Pulling you close, Haechan smiled as he looked at all of the guys. "Thank you all for coming today. This means a lot to both of us. Thank you."

Jaemin cleared his throat, giving you a smile. “If I may add…the past few weeks as your boyfriend has been amazing. I know we’ve all been friends for years. Thanks for allowing me to be one of your boyfriends, Y/N. I might have joined the relationship later compared to the others but I’ve never felt more loved than now. I will give you the world since you deserve it.”

Jeno let out a smile. “I second his feelings. Thank you Y/N for also letting me be your boyfriend. Jaemin and I are the newer ones involved in this relationship but seeing as how everyone seems to accept us easily, I’m glad I came across this opportunity. I promise to always treat you well.”

Yangyang nodded. “Y/N deserves the world. I hope she’ll live happily forever after. Also thanks for giving me the chance to be your boyfriend. I haven’t been feeling so well lately but I think you brighten up my days. You’re always there to cheer me up and comfort me when I need it.”

Renjun rubbed your shoulders gently. “I agree with the rest of them. Thank you Y/N for taking me in. I promise to always protect you, love you, and make you happy. As much as possible, I’ll try to fit you into my busy schedule because you mean the world to me.”

Haechan grabbed your hands, kissing each one of them individually. “Thanks for taking me in as your boyfriend. From the very beginning, you were nothing but nice and understanding towards me. Heck, you didn’t even have to agree to this idea that I put out there. But it meant a lot to me knowing that you would let me into your heart despite my faults. I promise to never disappoint you. I love you so much, Y/N.”

You were touched by their words. Hearing the love in their voices, you could feel yourself blushing. Turning to the others, you gave them all big hugs. After taking a deep breath, you said. "I love you all so much. Now let's get started with finding our new home!"

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[meiideryz]

sounds of strings.

pairing: liu yangyang x reader

length: 2.68k

synopsis: yangyang is a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one.

tags: alternative universe, rock band au, wayv ensemble, unrequited love, rockstar!yangyang ft. hendery, one-sided attraction, implied pining, house partying, yangyang is head over heels for you consented drunk kissing, slight heavy make-out session, alcohol consumption, mentions of vulgar/foul words.

note: the plot idea came from my sibling who intended to make this as a xhy social media au to be posted on another platform (if you are interested in reading it, please anticipate later on in twitter!), so i was granted permission to write their favorite part of the plot to see how it would turn out, and here it is!

yangyang couldn't understand why every person he knows is so drawn to him but not you.

he was that rockstar who played his maroon matted electric guitar in big bars to perform on stage. he was that rockstar that everyone would talk about in broad daylight. he loved the way people would get excited seeing him at his gigs and get asked to take pictures with him. 

but the fact that out of all people, you don't show interest in him in the slightest bit upsets him. 

one of his friends was hosting a party later tonight, and he was asked to perform at their place. yangyang made sure to dress nicely in case you were coming to see him perform. 

when he and his band arrived, you were already there chilling in the backyard; drinking, talking, having fun with your friends. wanting to approach you, he took a step forward with a gentle smile on his face that was completely wiped off as soon as his other band member snaked his arm around your waist. the man holding you closer to an intimate position which led you to place your palms on his chest. 

“hey, beautiful.” 

right, he exactly understood why you never had interest in him. 

he had no choice but to watch hendery spew out sweet words to you. he stared at your reddened cheeks, letting out a nervous breathy laugh while the man before you held you still with a hand on your hip. 

“we’re about to perform, cheer for me?” the way hendery held eye contact with you was long and arousing. yangyang couldn’t handle watching anymore, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving the band member alone. 

as he walked towards the set where they were gonna perform, the sound of short breaths coming from his back until a hand grabbed on his shoulders to stop him. 

“why'd you leave me there?” hendery asked, there was laughter in his tone, which made yangyang roll his eyes. he took the maroon electric guitar in his grasp before turning on the amplifier beside him to adjust the sounds. 

“jealous, perhaps?” a question that kept him still in his spot.

yangyang knew he was trying to insinuate things, but he also knew that he wasn't wrong for that. although his friend had his eyes for you, yangyang wanted you, too- despite how impossible it was considering the fact that you were at the brink of being wrapped around hendery’s finger.

“i don't have time for that,” prompted him, his tone sounded harsh and rude, but the latter never questioned. “you know, what i want you to do right now is to get the others. we'll be performing in 10 minutes.” completely deviating from the topic, a sigh left the latter's lips before leaving the guitarist alone in the area to set up the instruments. 

when yangyang performed on stage, he scanned the crowd in search of you because seeing you always left him in excitement, thrill, and motivation. he wanted to impress you so much that during their performance, he turned the volume knob up to blast the sounds of his electric guitar, purposely overpowering the other instruments being showcased by his band mates. they would give him stares, but he didn’t care. 

what matters to yangyang is that everyone would get on their feet and jump to the beat, and there he could see you, just watching the band perform. 

his heart raced, finally getting your attention as you stared at him. it saddened him by how impassive you were, and to fix that, he flashed you a smile before going back to strum his fingers on the strings of the instrument. his charismatic image sparked the performance, causing the people to remarkably cheer for the band that gave him a content look on his face. yangyang grinned when you looked away, as he wondered if your cheeks heated up under the flashing color fairy lights shining and blinking above. 

by the time they were finished, the band got off stage to have their time to rest too. hendery left to get the drinks, ten followed to get the food, and kun thanked the host for letting them perform at their house party. 

the rockstar sat in one of the tables in the corner while the next performing band played a soothing jazz genre in the background. a helmet resting beside his clothed thigh while he thumbed over the motor gloves he was wearing in his hands. he inspected the area, finally looking in your direction at the other side of the yard as he watched you talking to your friends. he was so fixated on you, and wondered why you didn't feel the same.

moments passed after casually having a conversation with kun, his eyes found their way back to the direction where you previously were, only to find no one. 

he looked back at the latter, “hey uhm, i'm going back inside, really need to use the restroom right now.” 

getting the chance to excuse himself, he headed inside the house through the crowd. the pulsating of his heart throbbed from the loud beats coming from the speaker that is somewhere around the room that didn't matter to him. 

walking through the crowds was such a hassle to get to the other room, his voice low and soft as he gently pushed through people. it took him a while to do so, the room was illuminated by led lights so it was hard for him to find the exit area to the next room with such minimal source of light.

once he arrived at the corridor, the roaring sounds of screaming filled the room next to him. of course, hendery's voice can't go unnoticed. yangyang exhaled, walking past the door, not feeling the need to come inside and deal with the latter's drunken state. he then continued to find where the restroom is. it could possibly be upstairs, but he might end up witnessing something that he shouldn't need or might regret seeing. 

avoiding the 2nd floor, he continued searching for an available restroom. when he finally found one, he wasted no second getting inside, instantly reminding himself that he got here with a motorbike, and he couldn't risk getting into an accident from drinking too much. yangyang faced the dirty mirror that was filled with smudges of fingerprints and lipsticks. not that he minded it, it was a party after all, he expected these to happen in a house party.

opening the faucet, he removed the leather gloves from each hand, placing it aside before gathering a normal amount of water in his palms, splashing it to his face to try and sober himself up. he repeated the procedure several more times before wiping his face with a clean towel he found in the drawers. 

as he was about to turn off the faucet, the door beside him swung open. startling the rockstar, he reacted quickly, backing away from the door with a wide-eyed expression. then the look on his face softened, finding you holding onto the doorknob. 

he watched as your legs couldn't hold you up anymore, with one step your body launching forward to the ground. “fuck!” yangyang instinctively held his arms out to catch you, preventing you from falling on the floor. 

“i got you, i got you.” he repeated, assuring you in an embrace where you nuzzled yourself in his chest, letting out a laugh as your hands were placed around his shoulders. he heard you slur, telling him how good he was at playing the guitar, following with how good he was with his fingers. yangyang felt like his mind was going blank, hearing some very vulgar words you were whispering to him that he wouldn't even dare to think about.

you really were that drunk. 

yangyang's cheeks heated up, shifting in his position to hold you properly in his arms. “god, what have you been drinking this whole time?” 

“red juice,” you beamed in between hiccups and sniffles. because of the proximity, yangyang couldn't help but feel his heart race at how close you were to him. you were really pretty up close and he wished he could just stare at you for how long he wanted— but you needed help right now and gaping at you wasn’t the best option in this situation.

“hey, let’s get you sober up, okay?” his arms moved down to your thighs, holding it firmly before lifting you up to place you on the restroom counter. your hands never parted away from his neck, instead, you interlock your hands together as you keep clinging onto him, making it harder for yangyang to actually help you.

“look, i’m trying to help you here,” he sighed, his hands going up to clasp around your wrists, trying to pull it down. “your friends might also be looking for you.”

“i don’t care.” you responded, following with a hiccup leaving your lips. “i’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

even if yangyang wanted to believe that, you were drunk. he knew what you were like towards him if you weren’t wasted at all with all that drinking. he did wish that there was more to what you stated, as some people said that one’s true feelings unveil when they’re under the influence.

“y-you’re drunk, you don't mean that.” he tried to pull your arms away from him for the second time, only for you to pull him closer.

yangyang's breath hitched, finding himself entangled in an embrace with his face inches to yours, the invitation of your lips tempting him to close the gap.

he composed himself, his arms caging in between your body as his palms rested on the counter to balance himself. as much as the desire was kicking in, he wouldn't do such a thing to you especially of how intoxicated you were, your vulnerability lay bare before him.

“come on, i need to help you and you need to help yourself. we’ve been here for god knows how long and people might start looking for—”

a pair of lips brushed against his. his completely blown pupils dilating at the action as the way you slid your tongue against his bottom lip melted him entirely, his soul leaving his body at that very moment.

yangyang was a nervous trainwreck at this point, not sure whether to push you away or to reciprocate. no matter how much he wanted you so bad, he wouldn’t want to be in conflict with someone who also liked you, especially hendery. he was a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one. the drummer had already expressed to the rest of the band that he liked you for too long, yet how he craved for your flavored chapstick smearing over his lips, your mouth driving him insane, and shared breaths between kisses was something he yearned for in every way.

he had fallen hook, line, and sinker.

fuck it, hendery won’t know.

it didn't take long before yangyang returned the kiss. he fluttered his eyes closed as he matched the pace of your lips while his hands traveling to grip the sides of your hips to hold you still. he wasn't so sure anymore if he was still sober, but one thing he is certain is how much he felt drunk from the make-out session.

the air around him turned hot, and somehow your hands were now on his hair, tugging it lightly, pulling him closer. his nails digging into the cloth covering your skin. how he wanted to get that thing away, but he eventually didn't as he just wanted to concentrate on your lips over his.

it was merely a perfect mold to his. both lips moved with such passion and hunger for each other as your tongue slipped into his mouth with ease, causing the rockstar to let out a breathy moan.

he felt his heart thumping against his ribs and your chest the more you tried to close the gap between you. the rhythm of both lips turned sloppy, messy, and fiery, craning his neck to deepen the kiss. yangyang knew that once he broke the kiss, he would never get to feel your lips on his again— yet his lungs were screaming at him, begging and seeking for air.

yangyang's chest heaved up and down, finally abandoning your lips to catch his own breath. his sweaty forehead covered in his bangs rested against yours, completely worn out and drained while his hot breath fanned over your mouth.

“you know, you and i are going to regret this when we wake up tomorrow.” he mumbled through exhales. you laughed in return, and it was such a pleasant sound for the rockstar.

an hour passed by and everyone soon left the party, including you. yangyang carried his things to the truck of kun’s car along with the other instruments and equipment. he gave a double pat on the shiny steel of the vehicle. “there you go, take care of roxanne for me.”

kun scrunched his nose up at the name, an eyebrow raised while looking at him. “roxanne?”

“my guitar.”

“...right.” kun's gaze went back to the front window of his car, the key that was inside the ignition key was pulled back out after he had started the engine. yangyang could see hendery and ten's sleeping silhouette in the backseat through the tinted windows, tired after all the performing, eating, and drinking.

“where were you a while ago? i was looking for you after i found out you've been gone for too long,” the former questioned, which made the latter feel a lump in his throat. 

“sorry,” he apologized, “i went up to the balcony to use some stig.”

“oh, well...are you coming with us?” kun asked, hands gripped on the stirring wheel. yangyang refused, waving his hands at him and indicating the three to leave without the rockstar. “i came with my motorbike, i'd be fine alone.” signaling them to go, kun made no second thoughts before driving away from the party, leaving him alone with his motorcycle just around the corner.

he walked back into the backyard where he found his friend and other people cleaning up the area, picking up the used cups and plates on the grass. his hand grasped onto the helmet that he left a while ago during the party as he carefully placed it on his head, adjusting the helmet so that it wasn't too loose nor too tight to wear.

“i’ll get going, thank you!” he yelled out, calling his friend's attention, to which the latter smiled, acting out a salute gesture to acknowledge his presence and bid farewell.

yangyang set his foot out to leave the house, and there he saw his motorcycle at the side that awaited him. he made sure to look at the road before crossing, not wanting to run into some vehicles like he did last time.

the keys in his pants jingled as he took it out, inserting it into the ignition to start the engine of his motorbike. he ensured that his extra helmet was inside the storage under his seat before hopping on, and once he did, he left the area.

he crashed into his bed by the time he arrived at his apartment, and when he woke up this morning, his head throbbed from the massive hangover he had last night. he found himself tucked with the velvet covers of his mattress, his throat dry and itchy, and the oppressive force of his headache squeezing his head tightly.

his phone that was on the nightstand next to him was filled with notifications of messages from his friends. he was met with a video clip that was sent to him and some screenshots of people commenting under the video that was uploaded in a social media platform.

then his heart dropped, watching the video of you and hendery kissing each other at the party last night.

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[yutallery]

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[000ceanus]

That Pretty Smile of His

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x socially anxious!gn!reader

Genre/s: Fluff

TW: alcohol (if there is more, please let me know.)

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You step inside the party, drinks flowing, lights strobing, and people dancing around. There is a lot of people, which is anxiety inducing. However, you promised him you would be here. So you sucked it up and trudged onwards.

After a few steps in, you see Yangyang, staring at you with his mouth agape. You see him mouth a few words to the people he’s with—which you then realize are his roommates—and slowly stalk towards you, never breaking eye contact.

“You look pretty,” he says, in a quiet tone you almost didn’t hear, were it not for his soft, pretty lips mouthing them. Then, a bit louder, “You know, I didn’t think you would come when I invited you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You ask meekly.

“No, not at all. I hoped you would come,” he says, “Do you want a drink?”

You nod.

“The kitchen is this way,” he gestures towards a doorway, “Unless you want to go around and say hi? I can bring your drink to you.”

You quickly shake your head. “No, I want to stay with you.”

He then flashes that pretty smile of his.

“If that’s okay,” you say.

“It’s alright; I got you.” His grin was not going away one bit. He turns towards where he gestured earlier and places his hand on your back. “This way,” he says, and he leads you towards the kitchen.

(If you just strain your ear a little more, over the noise, you would be able to hear whoops from where Yangyang came and, “Our baobei is making moves on his crush!”)

“What drink do you want?” He asks.

“Do you have (alcoholic drink of choice)?”

“Woooow, you know exactly what you want, huh? I thought you didn’t drink?” He teases you, opening the fridge.

“That’s only what you assumed.” Then, “I drink with my family, It’s my first time drinking in a party—or being in a party like this.”

“I hope I’m being a good host, then?” He opens for you your drink, hands it to you, then pours his own drink.

“The best,” you tell him.

He smiles at that. “What do you want to do, or where do you want to go?”

You pause for a while. Noticing your anxiousness about the party, he says, “Do you want to go to the balcony?”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and say, “Sure.”

Once more, he places his hand on your back and leads you to a glass door.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he says, once he opens the door.

“Even though I’m taking you away from your party? You can go back there, if you want.”

“It’s okay, I don’t even like parties anyways.”

“Liar.”

He laughs and takes a swig of his drink while leaning on the railing. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he says.

“Don’t you want to go with your friends?” You’re trying to give him a way out again.

“But you are my friend.”

After that, you spend the time away in a comfortable mix of silence and conversation.

“…Do you know, we went to Jeju on a vacation? But it was so cold and cloudy during those days, we couldn’t enjoy it that much.”

“Poor Renjun,” you say.

“Hey, and what about me?”

Mustering up your liquid courage, you lean closer, comb your free hand through his hair, and say, “Poor Yangyang,” with a smile.

He looks at you for a while and swallows, his eyes flickering their gaze from your eyes and your lips.

He raises your chin with his fingers and asks, quietly, shakily, “Can I kiss you?”

This is one of the few times you feel brave. You lean in, and the kiss feels electrifying. It feels as if fireworks are going off all around you, celebrating your long-awaited kiss.

Once you both lean away, he flashes that pretty smile of his at you. You can’t help but smile back at him.

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[winwintea]

Blame it on my Disney Wish (Prologue)

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot, 

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true? 

TAG LIST ▸ (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

RELEASE DATE ▸ no schedule haha... i work at my own pace guys!

WORD COUNT ▸ 1.1k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

“Could we maybe go to Disney?”

Little did Qian Kun know, was that this innocent question would be the reason why Kun, and 6 other idiots were now at Walt Disney World with you.

That day, Dong Si Cheng, Kun’s roommate, asked a simple question. That had a simple answer: No. But what happened instead, wasn’t as simple. If it were any other one of his idiotic friends he would’ve turned them down straight away, but the request had to come from the mouth of Dong Si Cheng instead. There was no way Kun could resist the temptation of seeing those eyes look dejected after he rejected that wish of Si Cheng’s. 

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do.” Was what HE SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID. but he did.

As soon as Kun walked out of Si Cheng’s room, his smile quickly turned into a frown. How the hell was he going to accomplish this? They were pretty much broke college students, no freetime, and no clout. Actually the last part was a lie. They were pretty popular amongst most of the students of their school. Mingled with most people, went to parties, drank a lot, you get the gist. Yet, that wasn’t enough clout to magically grant them a Disney trip. That shit only happened in movies. Disney movies. 

“Couldn’t help but overhear that sad conversation.” Kun turned his head to see a familiar face, one that happened to belong to his ‘bestie’ Ten. He was using the term ‘bestie’ lightly. They’d known each other for years, but still bickered and teased each other over everything. Ten’s real name was ‘Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul’, but of course no one could pronounce that so everyone just called him Ten instead. It made life simpler. 

“Oh yeah? Like you could do anything better.” 

Ten cocked his head to the side, “What? Can’t stop being a people pleaser for once and reject someone for a change?” “I’d love to see you try. Why don’t you go tell him ‘no’ instead, so we don’t have to shovel out our own money to pay for this damn trip?” Kun knew Ten loved a good challenge, and that Ten was as equally broke as he was, so maybe he could convince Ten to persuade Si Cheng.

Ten looked at him for a few seconds, rolled his eyes, and walked right into Si Cheng’s room. Kun glanced at his watch, wanting to see how long it would take. 

“You don’t need to tell me Ten. I heard everything outside, I… understand.” Kun could hear Si Cheng’s faint voice from the door, and his heart ached a little. The sadness in his tone was very obvious. “I was being selfish… I’m sorry.” 

“N-Nononoofcoursenot!” Ten blabbered out. Suddenly Ten opened the door again, spotted Kun and pulled Kun back into the room with him. “Tell him Kun! We were just planning the dates right, weren’t we Kun?” 

Fuck this bastard. Kun could imagine it in his head. Right here, right now. His hands wrapped tightly around Ten’s neck. And when he was done, he would know exactly where to put the bo- Err… Just kidding. There would be a witness anyways. A witness that was currently giving him a puzzled look. 

“Uhm… yeah yeah… yeah right we were just booking flights that’s all. And if it… sounded like we weren’t gonna go uh… we were just… joking, right?” Kun looked at Ten for support. If Ten was gonna throw Kun under the bus then he needed all the help he could get.

“Yeah yeah. We’ll go to your favorite park!” Ten winked at Si Cheng, still nervously looking at Kun. “I like all of them though…” 

That’s it. Kun grabbed on Ten’s arm, as equally hard as Ten had done to him earlier, dragging him out of Si Cheng’s room once again. This time, Kun and Ten positioned themselves strategically in the kitchen where Kun’s beloved roommate wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation. However as they made their way into the kitchen to see a shorter boy standing at the sink peeling an orange. “Chenle, how the fuck do you keep getting into our dorm room?” Kun stared at Chenle as he was nonchalantly peeling his orange. 

The younger boy grinned at the two. “Si Cheng gave me his spare key. He wanted to learn how to play basketball, so I’ve been teaching him.”

Chenle was a basketball prodigy and had gotten into their school on a scholarship because of it. He was only 2 grades below Kun, but somehow they shared most of their classes with each other. Chenle would always pester Kun whenever he could and did anything he could to make his life miserable. “Okay, so why are you here now? Si Cheng did not look like he was about to play basketball at all.” Chenle popped an orange slice in his mouth. “Silly! I’m here for you! Well, see I originally was going to bother you like I normally do, y’know” He ignored Kun’s glare and continued on, “But then… I was hungry so I got a snack.” He motioned to the orange in his hands and ate another slice, “Also whoever made that Pumpkin Pie, that was absolutely fire.” 

“Fuck you that was my last slice” Ten crossed his arms, and joined Kun in scowling at the younger boy.

“Yeah well. Sorry. I guess. Not really. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Regardless, while eating the pie I witnessed your little disney dilemma and I have a proposal to make.” Kun eyed Chenle suspiciously as he continued on, “I’ll pay for your little trip. Flights, Tickets, Fastpasses, Food, everything!” 

Kun completely forgot that Chenle’s family was loaded. He glanced at Ten then back at Chenle. “And what do you want in return? Is there a catch?”

Chenle looked at them with a more mischievous grin in comparison to the ones he had been giving them before. “No catch! You just have to take me and my best friend, y/n with you.”

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[wintyher]

"Sorriso travesso"

— ❝ YangYang era um garoto travesso, gostava de bagunçar e infernizar para chamar atenção, ainda mais a sua, conseguia o deixar cada vez mais obcecado❞.

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜

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Virgin reader; Yangyang é valentão; bullying escolar; possessividade; size kink;

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(...)

— Garota qual seu problema? — as mãos pesadas do moreno foram de encontro aos seus ombros, te empurrando contra o concreto gelado da parede dos fundos da escola. Conseguia escutar os risinhos e murmúrios debochados dos amigos atrás dele — engoliu seco — apertou os olhinhos e umedeceu os lábios, nervosa com a aproximação e principalmente. 

Com medo.

Tinha medo do moreno que apoiava os braços te encurralando na parede, tinha medo do que poderia fazer contigo, do que poderia dizer para lhe machucar e como lhe machucaria, tudo relacionado a ele seu corpo automaticamente ligava a sirene indicando perigo.

Quando tomou coragem para abrir os olhos, e levantar a cabeça minimamente, observou o sorrisinho travesso estampado na face do garoto em sua frente, com a língua cutucando a bochecha dentro da boca. O olhou nos olhos, se sentindo exorbitantemente menor quando estava perto do mesmo, não apenas pela diferença de tamanho e altura, mas por te fazer sentir como se fosse menor que ele em todos os aspectos.

Sentiu suas orbes arderem e seu coração se agitou no interior, a barriga parecia se revirar em uma bagunça agoniante, a garganta se entalou pelo medo, mordeu os lábios em resposta, em um ato ansioso, o que os olhos do maior não deixaram passar.

O mais velho riu anasalado quando as suas lágrimas finalmente escorreram dos seus olhos. As ônix se deleitavam com as moléculas cortando seu rosto, a boca inchadinha e o corpinho miúdo tremendo contra o dele, não havia prazer maior para Liu do que te ver desse jeito, indefesa, machucada, bagunçada por ele.

Era um garoto travesso, gostava de bagunçar e infernizar para chamar atenção, ainda mais a sua, conseguia o deixar atônito, com o coração desesperado, conseguia o fazer ter sentimentos e emoções que nunca imaginaria sentir por uma mera garota, como assim pensava, por isso a achava tão interessante.

E gostava tanto de te perturbar.

— ‘Own.. A princesinha ta’ chorando..? — O mais alto se aproxima — Tadinha, pena que o “papai” não vai cuidar dela agora — Seus dedos ásperos limparam lentamente as lágrimas do seu rostinho, rindo baixinho, se virando e deixando com que ficasse sozinha ali, chorando. Internamente machucada.

Mas ao contrário de Liu, Hendery sentia pena do que o moreno fazia com você, não sabia o motivo já que, era tão fofa, linda, delicada, encantadora, não entendia como Yang tinha coragem de dizer coisas tão dolorosas para uma princesinha feito você, como conseguia ter tanto prazer ao fazê-la chorar e tremer sob ele, talvez seja um babaca perverso, era o que Wong pensava do mais novo.

E tinha chegado ao ponto que não aguentava a ansiedade dentro de si, apenas esperou o resto dos garotos seguirem o chinês para caminhar em sua direção, te enlaçar pela cintura e fazer carinho nos seus cabelos, oferecer o ombro para suas lágrimas escorrerem, enquanto apertava seu corpinho contra o dele, reverberava palavras para que se acalmasse, e desejava provar o gosto da sua boquinha, desejava ouvir seus choramingos, te tocar onde quisesse, te ter no colinho dele... estava encantado contigo, tal como o Liu, que observava a cena de escárnio, no fim do corredor escuro, no qual aos olhos escuros do moreno, julgou completamente imunda, e quando Guanheng captou as ônix fervorosas do garoto, encarando ele, o sorriso de lado sobressaindo na face arrogante do mais novo. Sabia o que estaria por vir.

Ao ver aquela cena, captar como os olhos de Hendery maliciavam você, a princesinha intocável dele, que só podia ser "machucadinha" por ele, que só poderia dar atenção a ele, ser cuidada por um moleque qualquer como o mais velho, o deixava possesso, louco, fazia o ar escapar irregularmente dos pulmões, morder o canto das bochechas em raiva, só de observar as mãos sujas do “amigo” tatear sua cintura em um ato tão sujo, pressionar seu corpo contra o dele, e ver como o mais velho a observava o deixava fora de si, maluco com a ideia de um cara como aquele encostar no seu corpinho indefeso. Puro.

E você não enxergava a malícia exorbitante, apenas Yangyang notava, percebia o moreno tentar ver por debaixo da sua saia de uniforme, tentar passar os dedos levemente por ali, em uma tentativa falha de puxar o tecidinho só um pouquinho mais pra cima.

Sabia pelo motivo de que, aquela saia o deixava demasiadamente maluco todas as vezes que te olhava, todas as noites, onde imaginava subindo o cós do pano lentamente, te bagunçando, te estragando, sujando seu corpinho pequeno.

Imaginava o quão apertadinha você seria, o quão doce seus gemidinhos iam escapar da sua garganta.

Estava louco por você, e Hendery só o ajudou a perceber que não aguentava ficar longe, que não ampararia a ideia de outro tendo seus olhos para ele, sua atenção, o calor do seu corpo, e principalmente, te machucar.

E foi por essa razão que deixou um bilhete no seu armário, noticiando que deveria ajudar o professor na detenção do 12c, exatamente a sala que Liu estudava.

E como esperado de uma menina boa, desperdiçou o fim de sua tarde indo a detenção, ajudar o superior com os alunos.

Mas para sua surpresa, não havia professor, ou luzes acesas, não era dia de detenção à tarde — e você sabia disso — mas foi. Por curiosidade, ou por outro sentimento muito parecido.

Desejo.

— O-oque..ta fazendo..Yang — A pergunta soou como um suspiro baixinho, dava um passo para trás toda vez que Liu dava um para frente, conseguia ver o sorriso aparecendo novamente nos lábios dele, se repuxando debochadamente, lambeu os lábios, a mordida tingiu-os de vermelho, não havia notado o quão próximo estava. Puxou seu corpinho pequeno contra o dele e o prendeu na parede da sala, baixou o olhar pra boca que parecia tão convidativa, que o fazia levar a insanidade aos poucos, silenciosamente. Subiu novamente para seus olhos, cheios do sentimento que ele tanto gostava de ver lhe devorando — medo.

Os lábios trêmulos, o coração bombeando sangue o mais rápido possível, o estômago revirado e o ar parecendo escapar ralo dos pulmões.

— Sabe princesinha.. Você é tão linda, tão linda, olha o que faz comigo... — te empurrou para ele, apertando seus corpos, fazendo sua cabeça bater no peitoral rígido do garoto próximo a você, de uma forma na qual conseguia escutar o coração bater dissimuladamente dentro da pele, —consegue sentir? — sentiu as mãos pesadas do maior irem de encontro aos seus fios, acariciando ali, te deixando paralisada. 

— Você me deixa louco, maluco, eu sou completamente insano por você princesinha — se aproximou do seu pescoço, respirou fundo ali, se aproximando da sua orelha — Me deixa te provar um pouquinho... Hm? — A voz rouca baixinha, manhosa, diretamente no pé de seu ouvido, te fazia estremecer sob ele, suas mãos deslizaram dos seus cabelos para os ombros, braços, finalmente escorregaram para cintura e apertaram a pele quente coberta pela camisa lisa do colegial.

Se desencostou do peitoral, lentamente levantou a cabeça e subiu na ponta dos pés para olhá-lo nos olhos confortavelmente, inconscientemente seus lábios se repuxaram em um sorrisinho meigo, enquanto suas mãos enlaçavam a nuca do garoto.

Agora novamente sentia medo, mas tinha medo que se afastasse de ti, parasse de lhe tocar, não te fizesse delirar, tremer, não te provasse do jeito que havia pedido.

A verdade era que você gostava do jeito bruto que ele te machucava, empurrava. Começou a ansiar a encontrá-lo pelos corredores, servir o padrão que ele buscava — da garotinha indefesa — gostava, amava, adorava se sentir menor que ele, que te fizesse estremecer, o poder que tinha sobre ti, amava sentir tudo aquilo, todas as noites sonhava com seus toques, encurtava a saia do uniforme propositalmente, se arrumava, depois que lhe deixava sem chão, sorria com o coração quente, afinal, amava qualquer situação que ele estivesse nela, não importava se machucasse ou que escutasse palavras doloridas, só de estar na presença do moreno te excitava, lhe deixava cada vez mais carente dele, demasiadamente, completamente apaixonada.

Suas orbes na visão dele pareciam duas vezes maiores, brilhantes, dignas do coração parecer enlouquecer dentro do peito, lhe puxou para pertinho dele, de um jeito no qual suas respirações misturavam-se, roçou a pontinha de seus narizes e umedeceu seus lábios com a língua.

O ar escapava como gemidos de seus pulmões — desesperado por ti — cerrou as sobrancelhas, colou sua boca com a dele. O beijo em si era desajeitado, talvez pelo fato de você ao menos ter perdido o "bv", se sentia timida ao remexer sua língua juntamente a do mais velho, sentindo uma a outra, de maneira na qual fazia suas pernas fraquejarem, mal conseguia acreditar no que estavam fazendo, ainda mais na escola, mais especificamente, na sala de aula dele.

O moreno sorriu durante o beijo, você conseguia sentir, e inevitavelmente fez o mesmo, sentindo o modo como te manejava embrutecer, lhe tocar com ainda mais intensidade, repuxando o cós do tecido da sainha faminto, o transformando em um pano abarrotado. Apertou a pele recém descoberta prazerosamente, sentindo o deslizar de seus toques para renda da calcinha, me fazendo suspirar quase como um ronrono, pedindo por mais daquilo.

As carícias na intimidade ainda coberta te faziam rasgar choramingos baixinhos, tombar a cabeça em desejo. O maior apertou a pele de suas coxas, desceu os beijos para o pescoço, te pegando no colo firme, como se fosse estupidamente fácil, te colocando sentada em alguma carteira aleatória da sala iluminada apenas por um vidro aberto,  indicando o final da tarde e começo da noite.

Respirou fundo no seu pescoço, chupou, maltratou a pele até que as marcas escuras se sobressaíssem, lhe olhou nos olhos, a respiração descompensada, a troca de olhares maliciosamente provocativas, os amassos e o desespero de um pelo outro fervia seus corpos em puro desejo. Implorando um pelo outro.

O sentiu se abaixar na altura de suas pernas, se contraindo, as fechando por instinto, quase que automaticamente, escutando a figura maior estalar a língua no céu da boca, reprovando a ação.

— Não adianta fechar essas perninhas princesa. Você sabe que eu vou abrir de qualquer jeito — A voz rouca te fez gemer manhosinha, franzindo o cenho, observando o mais velho abrindo suas pernas novamente, bruto, te inclinando na madeira.

"Paradinha..Hm?" sua voz impôs, obedeceu quietinha, tentando respirar fundo, até sentir seus dedos rígidos passearem pela bucetinha inchadinha, envolvida pela aspereza da renda.

O tecido foi puxado de lado gentilmente, deixando a intimidade espremidinha à mostra, rasgando um suspirar pesado da garganta do Liu, que tombou a cabeça pro lado em deleite. Ao sentir a respiração quente em você a inquietação tomou conta de seu corpo, queria se mexer ali desesperadamente, um biquinho se formou em seus lábios, e um choramingo manhoso escapou da garganta, pedindo silenciosamente pro mais velho tocar ali, o que foi atendido quase como uma tortura, esfregando o indicador por toda a extensão, formando um traço no sexo quente, arrancando gemidos e pedidos nada castos para que continuasse.

— Você ‘tá tão meladinha bebezinha.. — Sentiu os dedos dele te estimularam grosseiramente, e inevitavelmente você se contorceu ali, se esfregando desesperada por mais, se julgando mentalmente quase que automaticamente, quando percebeu que desobedeceu o maior.

Sentiu o baque da mão de Yangyang na sua coxa, tingindo a pele em vermelho, soltou um gritinho de dor, a ansiedade consumia cada vez mais seu interior, se tornando cada vez mais boba aos toques do moreno, tanto que demorou a perceber o gosto metálico do sangue em sua língua, o lábio inferior cortado pela tentativa falha de obedecer o mais velho, que agora parecia ainda mais bruto pela falha, os apertos lascivos e os tapas tendenciosos a lhe machucar.

—  Paradinha princesa, paradinha, se quer que eu chupe a sua bucetinha direito.

Raspou a boca em ti, tocando devagarzinho, explorando, sentiu suas pernas tremerem, os pézinhos se apertarem dentro do converse desgastado, os gemidinhos manhosos saiam cortados conforme a língua se remexia em você, chupando cada partezinha da bucetinha babadinha, ele sugava, chupava e lambia. Tentando respirar fundo para manter a calma, não gemer alto demais, o que parecia uma tarefa impossível com seu orgasmo parecendo estar tão pertinho.

“Isso..isso…isso. Hm..mm..a-assim” Seus gemidinhos o fazia suspirar em aprovação baixinho. As coxas brilhavam por conta do líquido que escorria do canalzinho encharcado, os dedos do mais velho empurraram contra o buraquinho vermelhinho, e você tentou o receber bem, deixando os dígitos grossos entrarem, se controlando para não apertá-los. Choramingou quando se deu conta do ato falho, o espaço parecia não esticar o suficiente para tê-los ali dentro, soltou chorinhos quando o sentiu se forçar na entrada, assim recebendo, com dificuldade.

— Se meus dedos quase não entraram em você, como vai receber meu pau. Hein? Será que vai aguentar tudo? — o interior queimava, viu os dedos rígidos desaparecem, depois voltarem, cada vez mais meladinhos, e agora, avermelhados, misturando sangue com o melzinho que você produzia.

— Eu aguento.. 'papai... eu aguento — Riu quando escutou o apelidinho sujo que se nomeou quando machucava a menor, o tesão fazia o pau pulsar por dentro da calça, implorando e ansiando entrar no canalzinho molhado, se perguntando o quanto o apertaria, e o quão gostoso seria quando finalmente faria o que imaginava por meses.

— Assim que você gosta? Hm? — sussurrou um “uhum” manhoso, em aprovação, ele movimentava lentamente dentro de ti, saia e entrava de pouquinho em pouquinho, ardia quando se mexia, te fazia querer esfregar mais, ter mais contato, queria mais fundo.

Queria que doesse ainda mais.

Suas paredes se apertaram quando se sentiu mais sensível aos seus toques, tocando seu pulso para acelerar os movimentos. O maior riu de escárnio e te deixou gozar, nos dedinhos dele.

— Isso, goza minha bebêzinha, goza na mão do cara que te faz de bonequinha, que te machuca, devora, e você não reage. Como uma bonequinha burrinha. É isso que você é não é princesinha? — As sobrancelhas franziram buscando uma resposta silenciosa da sua parte, o cinismo era óbvio, sorrindo perversamente em seguida — É ‘minha’ bonequinha burrinha — Ofegante pelo recente orgasmo, sentiu as perninhas tremerem e o clítoris ficar inchadinho, a sensação te enlaçava tão deliciosamente que revirava os olhos por dentro das pálpebras, exalava o ar pesadamente dos pulmões, se contraia por dentro, e o corpo parecia exausto.

  O maior pegou as mãozinhas pequenas e as levaram até o pau duro, latejando na calça, ronronou manhosa quando sentiu o quão grande era, o quanto ia te machucar, rasgar, te deixar doloridinha, lhe quebrar inteira, suas ônix transbordavam luxúria e malícia, os olhos estavam escuros como nunca, em puro desejo.

Conseguia escutar a respiração rouca se misturando com seus suspiros baixinhos e gemidinhos manhosos quando lentamente foi abaixando o zíper da calça, abaixando a boxer, até ver seu pau de pertinho.

A sua destra se movimentava em vai e vem no pau do mais velho, chegava a se arrepiar o fato que aquilo estaria dentro de você, não sabia se aguentaria.

— Vem sentar bebê.. — ele se sentou em alguma cadeira da sala, empurrou a carteira próxima com o sapato caro, fazendo o rangido ecoar alto, suspirou como um choramingo, se ajeitou em cima dele, o deixando entre suas pernas. A mão pesada foi de encontro a sua nuca, te puxando para perto dele, te beijando, dessa vez com gosto de travessura, malícia, e quaisquer sinônimos perversos que se encontram nesse mesmo contexto.

Tremeu quando sentiu o mais velho puxar as bandas das nádegas um pouquinho, te deixando exposta, o som estalado do tapa te fez pulsar, totalmente vulnerável, ainda mais quando sentiu a cabecinha trilhar um caminho da vulva até o canalzinho até então virgenzinho.

O abraçou, apertando os olhinhos por conta do receio, a pressão do pau teso no buraquinho pequeno te fazia revirar os olhos por debaixo das pálpebras, enlouquecer no colo dele. Os chorinhos manhosos cortavam a garganta sem ao menos passar pela sua cabeça, não conseguia pensar em absolutamente nada, só no pau que estava prestes a te encher todinha.

Ele grunhia no pé do seu ouvido, se forçava um pouquinho, parava, esperava seus choramingos de dor cessarem um pouco, e continuava a meter, lentamente. Mas quando a cabecinha inteira entrou, se deu conta que parecia impossível aquilo tudo caber dentro de você.

As lágrimas escorriam descontroladamente à medida que tentava te fazer descer nele, a respiração pesada acompanhava os sons manhosinhos que saiam da sua boca, tremendo no colo do moreno, encharcando a camisa do uniforme com o chorinho, se sentindo amolecer e gemer entre soluços conforte Liu se forçava cada vez mais.

Em um ato inesperado, Yangyang te empurrou contra ele, fazendo seu corpinho deslizar forçadamente de encontro ao talo duro, te arrebentando por dentro, fazendo seu interior rasgar de dor, parecendo te atingir até a garganta, soltou um gritinho sofrido, surpresa, as lágrimas não paravam, latejava, se sentia transbordando, não conseguia ao menos escutar o que o maior sussurrava em seu ouvido, estava delirando, completamente e estupidamente boba, com estrelinhas na cabeça.

A parte debaixo estava tão cheia, que sequer escorria o sangue que aquecia o mais velho por dentro, sentia te completar até demais, ardendo intensamente, fervendo, e o moreno não estava diferente.

Mas a ardência do corpo dele era completamente oposta. O corpo fervia de malícia, o instinto e o desejo pareciam o implorar para estocar, sabia que tinha força, não precisava fazer tanto para aquilo já que a primeira parte já tinha sido feita, mas te esperaria, sabia que havia magoado a bucetinha, que você mal conseguiria sentar ou se manter de pé por alguns dias.

Por isso a cuidaria, para sempre, te beijaria, te apertaria contra ele, acariciaria a ti até dormir, até a dor passar. Para te machucar no próximo dia novamente, até porque; agora era a bonequinha dele, somente dele.

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