#taeil angst

[haechanhues]

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter three : moon taeil

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[jungwooisms]

hymnal | m.taeil (preview)

pairing: moon taeil x female!reader genre: short story, angst, fluff, historical au, mythology au (orpheus and eurydice inspired) warnings: mentions of death, illness, more tba characters: moon taeil, lee taeyong, suh youngho (mentioned) word count: tba (2.4 in teaser) summary: your dreamlike childhood turned to vinegar by the passing of time. his duty-bound oath to his family tearing him apart at the seams. comfort and friendship soon follow before a reckoning shatters reality like glass in your hands.

 to save all that he loves, moon taeil will sunder every god and man that dare to stop him from righting all that is wrong.

 It is never easy to bury a loved one. And quite impossible to bury two at the same time. 

Some leave coins on tongues to pay passage to the Underworld, some leave lavish reminders of life in hopes to bring their belongings with them, wherever they get sent to. Many have rites, given before or after passing to cleanse the soul and repent their misdeeds in order to salvage themselves before reaching the end. 

And now as the oak trees that line the edge of the forest lose their orange homage of the year to the tinge of winter, falling to the ground in swirls of autumnal color, a funeral proceeds. A bier hoisted by hands familiar and not sways in tandem with the pallbearers followed by a slightly smaller one in similar latency. Muddy patches leave shoes dirtied with wettened grit and leaves as the procession follows the small winding road from the village to the hills beyond. 

Their sickness had been brief, turbulent and caustic, but quick enough to not suffer for long. A small reprieve to the injustice of it all. Wasting away under their daughter’s eyes.

Death has never been a cruel man but Sickness is the vile mistress that precedes him. 

“There is nothing left of your father’s squandered fortune here,” the words echo around the girl in doldrums fading in and out, a rapturous thunder quelling itself at every mechanic punctuation. “Your mother’s family has decided to take you in. You leave in the morning.” 

“Wait!” Reddened cheeks in her mind’s eye as a face, a friend, races forth. “Before you go,” a ribbon tied tightly with care around her wrist. Red twisted with blue, a symbol of friendship to not be forgotten in a new place. 

There isn’t time to mourn, to remember and reminisce in the whirlwind of packing up her whole life in a single night. She doesn’t sleep, doesn’t rest until in the rumbling hands of a carriage, where she dreams of nothingness and awakes to the anxiety of a new beginning.

“You won’t need these,” a harsh voice once she’s passed the threshold of her aunt’s home. “There isn’t anyone to mourn here.” The aunt waves to her hempen clothes, woven from the sorrow of familial passing. Her mother’s sister whose husband had died before the young girl had a chance to meet him. 

You, her voice repeats in an endless mantra, you, you, you. It’s hard to remember your own name at this point, the syllables sounding too bitter on her tongue for you to ever want to warmly receive them. 

The wellspring of hope lies dead before you. Your father a flutist, mother a singer, both had left lives of comfortability to pursue their creative dreams. Leaving nary a cent to their name or yours, all you have is your mother’s face and your father’s instrument. On the first quiet night you slip from the confines of the estate, to the craggy hills by the ocean to play a tune of your father’s or sing a melody of your mother’s. In the twinkling of stars and the crashing of waves on exposed rocks below it almost sounds as if the world is trying to play along with you. 

And you find yourself crying in that space. Alone for the trees, animals, and ocean to swallow your sorrow with the inky tendrils of darkness to masque. The chill of autumn doesn’t seem to bother you, but wraps itself around your frame and fingers, holding you still and close as if apologizing.

“Moon Taeil!” Angry. Oh gods, she’s angry. The voice rips through the silence of the boy’s room as the door flies open. “You’re still asleep?” Hands rush to rid his body of the warm blankets he had cocooned himself with over the course of the night, “I shouldn’t have let you out with your friends. Are you still sleeping?”

“No,” through parted lips he coughs out an answer, his throat dreadfully dry. “What time is it?”

“Late enough for your father to ask why you aren’t at your morning lessons.” 

Spurred at the mention of his father, the boy springs from his bed, clumsily fastening his clothes together that had been strewn around his room from the night prior. Fettered clothes tossed aside as he looks for his hempen training garb, a mask hidden under his bed and a poetry book tucked away in a burlap sack slung over his back. 

Taeil had never been the one to fight physically, finding strength in words and his own determination. Although he finds that hard to bear when his father and he share the name with one of the oldest sword fighting schools. Trying to describe to his father of his more creative pursuits oft falls on deaf ears and earns him another hour on the field before he can leave for home at the end of the day. 

He forgoes breakfast, a decision he will surely regret later when his stomach cramps on the field as a barrage of hits from an opponent knock him to his knees. A murmur of now forgotten words as he leaves the gates of his family's estate, beginning to tread on the damp road of the morning before a figure sucks the air from his lungs. 

Be it shock or a sense of curiosity, his footfalls pause and watch the figure move before him, ignoring the others that seem to encircle the two. 

His eyes catch hers. A girl in mourning clothes dismounting a carriage, her eyes tired for different reasons than his. Taeil knows everyone in this town, at least, his family does. But he does not know you, he’s sure of it. And perhaps one day he will, but he tears his attention away, already sweating despite the chill in the air. If he’s any later his father is sure to have his head.

The training grounds have been here for centuries. Tucked away behind a school that has seen kingdoms rise and fall. The grounds themselves have seen blood spilled for honor, country and love but have scarcely been used for such in the past handful of decades. Time has pulled those looking for glory away from this now humbled hamlet of a town to the more egregious cities that had begun to take root some time ago. 

Moon Taeil’s father would never let you know of that, nor would he portray his fears on his face for the world to take in. His silence on that front is replaced with more rigorous drills, if one student could polish themselves enough to bring back the renown to his school there would be nothing to worry about. Taeil knows that his father hopes it to be him, or at least once hoped. 

But Moon Hyunwoo is a proud man. Proud of things that once were and will never be again.

“Again.” The sharp trill of his voice cuts the air like a knife as he stands beside Taeil. A wooden sword slams into the practice dummy, a few pieces of hay falling from its stuffed body, littering the ground below. 

“Too weak.” Curt and disappointed, his father sighs out with crossed arms. “Do you want Youngho to knock you down? Again.”

Beads of sweat pour from Taeil’s forehead, cooled by the air as they trace down his neck to his spine like icy tendrils. He knows he’s slow and bites his cheek frustratedly, hitting the target once more with a grunt. And then he hits it again and again. A flurry of strikes and the target still takes the brunt of it all. With ragged breaths he goes to strike once more but his father raises a hand.

“Enough,” his hand lowers and he puts it atop Taeil’s shoulder. “If you practice incorrectly you are only ever going to learn incorrectly. Your movement is sloppy, uncoordinated. Did you not sleep well?”

The wooden practice sword returns to its home in Taeil’s scabbard, his feet kick the dirt below once to rid it of dust and a second time to try and quell the nervousness in his stomach. 

“It took me a while to get to sleep…” He murmurs, “If you give me a few more minutes I’ll be more awake–” 

“A while to sleep because you couldn’t or because you were doing something else?” His father’s hand slips from his shoulder as his eyebrow piques, “Miss Kang is not one for secrets, you know.”

His shoulders fall quickly when caught out, “I was just with friends.”

“You have a name to uphold.” Rather than angry his father sounds near defeated. This was not and will not be the last time that this instance will occur. “There are things you must sacrifice for that.”

Taeil bites his tongue, a respite of a response dwelling in the back of the throat. Why is it that he alone must carry that burden, nothing more than a name and a school he has never wished to have? 

“Can I go then?” Balled fists with nails pinching his palms, Taeil asks quickly. ”You said it yourself that I cannot learn like this.”

“You can go,” his father frowns as Taeil turns on his heels, “but go home. You need rest.” 

“Of course… Thank you.”

Against his father’s wishes, Taeil does not go home. He instead finds his feet wandering a familiar trail to the town’s center. The sweat that had crawled down his skin sinks into a sticky, salty sheen that layers him against the warming air. 

A gentle hum finds its way from his throat as he turns a corner and is inundated by the smells of cooking food from every direction. With his stomach careening for a meal long since past, he rummages through his bag to look for his coin purse tucked away.

It only takes him a few moments to settle in at a table before a shop, sitting neatly with his belongings beside him. A book laid atop the table, Taeil’s hand moves to open it before a figure quickly sits at the seat across from him, a smile riddling their lips.

“Did he figure you out that quickly?” Taeyong’s laugh is light as he crosses his arms, “I thought it would have been at least midday. Typically you hold yourself together way better.”

“I was just more tired than usual,” Taeil sighs out, “I guess I am getting older, losing my touch.”

“Hey– you only have a year on me. Seventeen is not old.” Taeyong guffaws as Taeil lets out a laugh. The younger’s eyes trail down to the book. A nondescript bound thing that seems to have been well taken care of for some time. “That your mom’s?”

“Yeah…” Taeil’s lips purse, the topic sore. “I keep finding them hidden around the house, I still can’t understand why she would do that.” 

“Anything worth performing in it?” Taeyong reaches out to take the book, and Taeil lets it easily slide to him. 

“Nothing much,” a frown, “I think this was one written towards the end.”

His mother had taken ill several years prior and had never quite recovered fully. While she had always been kind and loving, his memories lay addled with the almost prophetic tongue she spoke before the servants found her floating in the well of the estate almost two years ago now. The fever had ruined her, at least that is what the doctors had concluded to his father, who had never fully reconciled himself with what happened. In his mother’s absence Moon Hyunwoo had dug himself into the school and ignored most other things involved in the household. 

In the time since her death, Taeil has found several books, papers and letters littered around the house from his mother. He is not sure when or why they were placed in such precarious places but he has learned to not question the motives of his late mother. The words she left are something of a sacred text to him, something to remind him of her even if they were not left for him to consume. And in the poems and songs that often flowed from page to lips like a breath of crisp air he found comfort, something of which he had begun to perform for the people of the town. In the quiet hours of night he would slip from his home and join Taeyong and a few of their friends to soak in the arts and relish in some of the more relaxing qualities of life rather than the tenor of responsibility that he must face at home. 

“Well,” A hum as Taeyong flips through the pages, “There has to be something. I think ‘The Fool and the Moon’ has run its course.” Several more pages flipped as his brow furrows, letting out a sigh as he sets the book down. “I need to look through some of her others, I guess. Are you coming out again tonight?”

“No,” Taeil shakes his head, “If my father hears of it I cannot fathom what his response will be.” 

“The dramatist Moon Taeil,” Taeyong shakes his head, “When has your father ever punished you? His interest is far too involved with his school, and I suppose by proxy, you… But he values you too much to harm you like that.” 

“Maybe, but I still think I should stay back,” his shoulders shrug as he tucks his mother’s journal away. “I may stay away for the next few days, if you think you can handle the crowds alone?”

“If Jungwoo polishes up his dance a bit more I think we can make do without you,” Taeyong nods, “But, in the meantime while you aren’t on the training field, you should try to find something new to perform.” 

“I thought that was obvious,” Taeil gives him a smirk, “Now you should get going before your own father punishes you from abandoning your studies.” 

“Before I do, did you hear the news?” A prodding look to ascertain, Taeyong’s eyes shine with information brimming. “Someone moved in.”

“A new family?”

“No no,” Taeyong shakes his head, “A girl around or age at the Lee Residence right by you.”

“Oh… Oh,” the memory populates itself quickly. “I think I saw her on my way to the school this morning… She was in mourning clothes.”

“Rumor has it her fiancé died and she’s come to live with her aunt,” Taeyong says quickly, “But I also heard that she’s showing respect for the late Minister Lee too…” His shoulders shrug in lackadaisical non-caring, “Either way everyone has something to say about it. Should we stop to introduce ourselves?”

“Not now,” Taeil shakes his head, recalling how tired she had looked when their eyes met this morning. “If she is unfamiliar with the place she could need time to adjust, not more people prying into her life.” 

#nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut #taeil fluff #taeil angst #taeil smut

[p4p1l0nn]

crimson tears.

pairing: ex!jaemin x reader

genre: drama, angst, romance (second chance romance, betrayal, humiliation)

in the quiet corners of your world, where the weight of missed opportunities lingers, every day unfolds as a haunting reminder of what once was. in the echo of each passing minute and the silence of every hour, the ache of longing for jaemin becomes your constant companion.

memories of shared laughter and stolen glances linger, casting shadows on the canvas of your thoughts. you navigate a world colored by the absence of his touch, a world where the void left by his departure becomes an indelible mark on your soul.

the air is thick with the bittersweet scent of memories as you yearn for a second chance, a chance to rewrite the script of your love story with him, desperate to escape the confines of a past that holds you captive in the echoes of what could have been.

in your lonely nights, your bed felt empty, missing the warmth he once brought. his laughter echoed in your room, making the silence in your chest even louder. sleep, once a comfort, turned into a battle where dreams showed what you lost. tears stained your pillow, telling the tale of an ache that wouldn't go away. each new day without him was like a punch, and the pillow became your confidante.

with the seasons changing, your feelings changed too. spring's colorful flowers only highlighted the dullness of your life without him. summer's warmth couldn't melt the icy pain around you. autumn came, showing that even vibrant leaves fall, just like you fell deeper into a love that slipped away. winter brought a cold reminder of the frostiness between you and the world. festive lights outside mocked the hope in your heart, dancing to a sad tune.

your mind replayed the painful conversation with jaemin, each word a searing brand on your heart. as you summoned the memory, the wound reopened, and the ache intensified.

jaemin's once-familiar voice turned venomous, the words cutting through the air like shards of glass. “a second chance?” he scoffed, the bitterness dripping from every syllable. “you really have the audacity to ask for that after what you did?”

his friends, haechan and jeno, tried to restrain him, but the words poured forth like a relentless storm. “you think i'd give you another chance? you're delusional, living in some fantasy where your mistakes don't matter. well, guess what? they do.”

you felt the weight of his anger, and it hit you like a brick. “do you even realize how humiliated i am to be standing here, begging for something you don't think i deserve? i never expected you to forgive easily, but this . . .”

his eyes, once warm, now held a coldness that sent shivers down your spine.

“i thought we meant more to each other. i thought our history counted for something,” you pleaded, desperation clinging to your voice. but jaemin's retort was like a slap in the face, stinging with a cruelty you never anticipated. “history? all it does is remind me of how foolish i was to trust you in the first place.”

haechan and jeno intervened, trying to quell the verbal assault, but the damage was done. the words reverberated in your mind, a painful mantra of rejection. “don't bother. you're not worth the second chance you're asking for.”

his eyes bore into yours with a mixture of resentment and disappointment. the weight of his hatred lingered, and you were left standing there, the remnants of shattered hope scattered at your feet. the humiliation cut deep, a wound that no amount of pleading could heal.

the sting of betrayal cut deeper as the realization unfolded — jaemin had orchestrated the meeting with malicious intent. he lured you with sweet words, concealing the venom that awaited. the pain of humiliation gnawed at your core, leaving you raw and exposed.

as the truth settled in, jaemin's deceit played like a cruel melody in your mind. “i just wanted to talk,” he had said, his tone dripping with false sincerity. “i thought we could find some closure.”

yet, his intentions were far from closure. in that orchestrated encounter, his words became daggers, each one aimed to wound. “closure?” he sneered, the facade crumbling to reveal the deception. “i wanted to see the desperation in your eyes, watch you beg for something you can never have.”

the revelation hit you like a tidal wave, the emotional wreckage leaving you breathless. “you tricked me,” you whispered, the words carrying the weight of betrayal.

jaemin's triumphant grin confirmed your realization. “you played the part perfectly. falling for it was your mistake, not mine.”

the scene unfolded like a cruel play, and the script had been written with your pain in mind. as jaemin and his friends walked away, laughter echoing behind them, the sense of betrayal settled in your chest like a lead weight.

the wound inflicted wasn't just from lost love; it was a mark of a trust shattered, a heartbroken by a deliberate act of cruelty.

#nct #jaemin #nct scenarios #nct dream #na jaemin #nct dream imagines #angst #nct angst #nct haechan #johnny #jaemin x reader #nct smut #na jaemin fanfic #nct dream fluff #mark lee #jungwoo #jaehyun #taeyong #taeil #yuta #doyoung #jeno #chenle #renjun #park jisung

[imnotjaesblog]

NEW ! Masterlist

Total Works: 31

Nct 127

Taeyong-

What We Do in the Shadows

Johnny-

The Entertainer

The Frat Boy pt2

Yuta-

I Begin to Desire You, Call it Playing With Fire

Come to Me Like, You'll Swallow Me Up

Like A Storm, You’re My Favorite

The Drop Out

Doyoung-

She Wolf

I Begin to Desire You, Call it Playing With Fire ,

You, Who Brought Heaven

Like A Storm, You’re My Favorite

Pink Perfume

The Nerd

Jaehyun-

The Night Turns a Shade of Pink ,

I Begin to Desire You, Call it Playing With Fire

Loving You is Incomplete and Risky

Like A Storm, You’re My Favorite

Rise & Shine Rise and Shine

Part 9: The Frat Boy pt1

Jungwoo-

Pose

Nct Dream

Mark-

First Love

Mark Text

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility…And Head

The Geek

Renjun-

Part one: The Ravenclaw

Jeno-

Shower Sex

The Jock

Haechan-

So Many Things To Hate About You

The Gamer

Jaemin-

Warm Me Up

Close The Door Behind You

The Supplier

Pretty Pink Lips

Jisung-

Human Anatomy

The Dork

The Frat Boy pt2

Wayv

WinWin-

The Liar

YangYang -

The Skater

( I will write for Kun, Ten, Xiaojun and Hendery in the future).

Series:

Completed: Vampire Series Starring Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Completed: Easy A

Ongoing Series: Hogwarts Dreams at Night

#fanfic #nct scenarios #nctzen #kpop smut #kpop angst #fluff #light angst #nct fanfic #fluff kpop #nct smut #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #taeyong #moon taeil #nct #johnny nct #nct haechan #nct johnny #mark lee smut #mark lee nct #nct mark #mark #mark lee #nct jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaemin smut #na jaemin #jaemin

[multifandomslxt]

hey sis I have a question which nct 127 members are rough during sex and which one's arent?

Have a nice dayyy

xoxo

Rough Usually

Yuta (Are you surprised?)

Jaehyun (Depends on the day but the man can be selfish asf when he wants to cum)

Johnny (RARE. Also depends on the day and how you were behaving)

Haechan (He's a brat. He wants to be fucked rough and he wants to fuck rough. Plain and simple)

Not Rough Usually

Taeyong (OMG. He just wants you to feel good. Would literally break his heart to get rough with you)

Mark (He's too scared but dw I think you could convince him)

Taeil (Slow and passionate. He likes laidback sex... just don't piss him off or else then he would be in the rough category.)

Jungwoo (You'd have to beg him to be rough with you. You're literally his baby so he treats you like a fragile china doll)

HALF AND HALF

Doyoung (YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA GET!)

#nct taeil #nct jungwoo #nct aus #nct angst #nct johnny #nct 127 #mafia au #chubby #nct x reader #black!fem!reader #nct doyoung #nct fic #nct smut #nct poc #nct jaehyun #nct mark #nct taeyong #nct haechan #melanin #nctzen #nct x black reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct yuta #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct127 smut

[imma-queencard]

Claiming what's mine.

Vampire Yuta Nct x Female Reader ft Mark.

Syn: Yuta had enough of your ignorance. He chose to take matter in his hands. To give you a glimpse. There is no point of delaying unless he wants you taken away by another man.

P.s: I completed my 100 followers on tumblr. I started writing on tumblr during lockdown and got carried away from tumblr for my medical studies. And,I wrote a piece after ages(actual ages!🥺). Okay,so,yeah, I love yuta so freaking much!I just got crushed over yuta so hard that it made me write for him. Omo. Enjoy.

You took your daily alley to reach your apartment faster. It was one of your daily route. The alley was never crowded, occasionally two or three people would pass by and you were one of those. You were afraid of hearing the stories of vampires running around the city. You tried not to trust them but still a chill ran down your spine thinking about the word 'vampire'. But what would if you get to see a creature flyin-

"AAAAAH!"You screamed when a man jumped out behind one of the pillars blocking your path. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw Yuta Nakamoto approaching you.

You huffed in relief,"Yuta! That's you! I was so scared!" You said panting hard. He just looked at you with a vacant look. You had known yuta for almost like two years? You met him in a bakery shop where he invited you to watch his football match that evening. From that day,he had been a friend of yours whom you trusted with your life.

"You alright yuta?" You ask touching his elbow. He surely looked a bit off. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were strange. Very strange. A different Yuta than the yuta you knew as your buddy.

"Y/N..what are you doing here.. This late?" he asked staring at you. You suddenly felt uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you.

"Mark needed help so i'm returning home now?" You replied. Your coworker Mark could be so careless sometimes. You were about to say him how tiring it was for you to work up this late in his project but swallowed a lump seeing his eye changing it's color when he heard the name of Mark.

"You really don’t understand, do you? " he asked twisting the corner of his lips "Always into Mark. Mark is this, Mark is that.. Disgusting!" he spat. "We will end his chapter today,won't we?"smirked taking slow steps towards you. You instantly took a few steps back.

"Yu-yuta.. Your eyes..." you whispered staring into his now red eyes. His aura seemed so different.

He didnt respond to your words rather took another step forward and laughed,"So naive to understand that you are already claimed. " His fangs flashed under the moonlight while smirking.

You furrowed hearing his words. "wha-what are you?" You asked in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you in a blink. Light speed!

"What do you think I'm,sweetie?" he chuckled plucking one of your hair strands behind your ear.

Vampire. Your pupil dilated in fear.

You cursed yourself for befriending a random man that day.. But you thought you knew him very well... You cursed yourself again for not listening to your mom and for not bringing the stake with you.

"Your scent...." he sniffed the air. "His scent.." he growled and gripped your wrist making you winch in pain. Your fingers instinctively moving inside your bag to find the stake hoping maybe it was with you in any chance or in any miracle. Maybe you didnt leave it at home.

"Left the stake inside your house,kitty?tsk tsk.." he smirked and gripped your chin to face you towards him. He ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes travelled from your frightened eyes to your lips," I never wanted to end up claiming my little kitty like that..We need something comfortable for the night, don't we?" He chuckled seeing you close your eyes in fear. You tried to move away your face to the opposite side earning a growl.

"Don't defy me.." he whispered huskily snaking his cold arms around your waist to pull you closer. Your whole body trembled feeling his body against yours. Your body is under fire despite his cold hands wrapping around you,securing you in his charm.

"Yuta.. Please.." you murmured helplessly.

"What?You rather want Mark's body pressed up against you like that?" he asked and pinched your chin. His eyes glowing all red. His canines trying to come out and mark what was his. Only his.

"No.. Leave me please.." you managed to utter. He chuckled at your words, "Don't beg me like this darling..with those puppy eyes."

"Wha-" your words cut off when all of a sudden your back pressing up against a wall inside the alley with his body grinding against you.

"Open those damn eyes. Look straight into my eyes and tell me what do you see there." he said and pulled his face down to give a quick peck on your lips then trailing your clavicle with his tongue. You cry out in fear gripping his forearm tight,your knees wobbling. It felt so right though it was so full of wrong.

"Plea-please yuta.. Don't bi-bite"

"Ooh darling. You are meant to be bitten by me..mmmh you smell so good. Your engorging veins make me go all crazy...make me do the things which we only should do behind a closed door." Your ears turned red in embarrassment as he kept cooing into your ear like petting a child with compliments,"You're so tiny to fit into my arms,sweetie.. So tiny that I fear of breaking you into thousand ruined pieces. The pieces that I,only I,Yuta Nakamoto can repair with his fingers.."

He smirked staring into your eyes,"I know I make your knees weak like a feather,sweetie.."

"Just say you want me the way I want you. Just mutter those simple words to me,baby. Tell me you love me,you worship me,you want me,you are in need of me." he demanded pressing your arms over your head. Pinning you completely against the wall.

"I-I hate you!" You screamed, cheeks all red.

"Noo! Fucki-don't you dare little one.." he hissed showing off his fangs,aiming at your neck,"Don't tempt me on this night of full moon! You dont want me?Whom do you want?That pathetic weak Maark?"

"Are we really choosing that pathetic,weak,human shit over me?" He asked looking at you. You looked away blinking and muttered,"at least he knows how to treat a woman which you completely lack of."

"So I never treated you right in these days,hmm? Or It's just your eyes always fixated on him so much that you overlook my every attempt to reach your heart,huh?" he asked pushing his knee between your knees. Your breath hitched. You looked at him. He was looking dangerously both hot and detrimental at the same time. You whimpered in his scent when he sniffed your carotid artery,brushing your skin with his cold yet delicate lips,"answer me senorita.." he murmured placing a wet kiss over your carotid artery.

"I fucking tried to court you like a gentleman.. Letting you wander of as you please without claiming what's mine on the very first day," he paused. "And in return what I got? You returning home every single night wearing another man's scent plastered all over your body...hmm?" he said in one go with a fierce look fixed upon you.

You moaned hearing those words earning a giggle from him,"does he make you weak like this? Throbbing at every single word left my sinister lips.."

"No-nonsense.." you mumbled looking away in embarrassment and pushed him lightly. He chuckled and let go of you. He knew what exactly he was doing to you. Compelling you,seducing you to his den. Like his little prey. Cooing the prey into his den to savor it well like a real hunter.

You bit down your lips and adjust your dress which he managed to take it upwards to your thighs. You shivered feeling his intense stare at you. You gulped when you see him approaching you again.

"St-stop"

"Run,my love. Just run as fast as you can before I take you right here" he laughed brushing his hair with his hand. You gave him one last look and started running towards your home.

"Go home and take the stake with you. I want to see how this piece of wooden shit stops me from claiming what's mine." he whispered into your ear while running past you.

You stopped in your tracks. You watched him getting vanished from the alley with his inhumane speed. You sighed in frustration because you clearly knew his destination. Not other than. Your home.

You knew no matter how and wherever you ran,you would always ended up in his cage. He would be waiting for you there like a hunter.

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[seoksoop]

the lack of renjun and taeil fics 😓😓😓😓😓 PLS SEND UR BEST RECS OF TAEIL AND RENJUN 😍😍😍🔥‼️

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[ncityprincess]

about me

hi! you can call me np 👑🤎

-✨nct 127 (and occasionally other members) writer, over 25 y/o, INTP, black girl luxury enthusiast

-✨i do take fic requests, however i write when i have the inspiration to/when I feel like it, so no promises that they will all be written but i will certainly try. my inbox is always open to chat/offer headcannons and what not♥️

-✨some of my favorite things: cats, fashion, shopping, going to new restaurants, traveling, cooking, pink 💗💄🎀, dating, makeup

-✨tips are always much appreciated! I write as a hobby, but feel free to show some love to my tip jar if you really like my writing 🤗💝

mlist:

*disclaimer*

i do not put warnings on my writing most of the time because i don’t think it’s necessary. don’t like it? don’t read it 👍🏾

do not repost any of my work. if you want to translate it please message me for permission.

minors do not interact!

jaehyun:

anything for you princess

The peeping jae

sweet like candie

how jaehyun is in bed

What do you say, my dear?

what do you say my, my dear: the ultimatum (part 2)

pick up the phone, baby

how jaehyun is as a boyfriend

johnny:

My favorite girls

Hazel’s birthday wish (part 2 of my favorite girls)

What he’s like in bed

the peeping jae

uh oh! (part 3 to the dad johnny series)

drunken cuddles (part 4 of dad johnny series)

bold.

Nighttime routine

how he would be as a boyfriend

The one before the big ‘three-oh’

taeyong:

how he is in bed

how taeyong would be as a boyfriend

And don’t you forget it

yuta:

how he is in bed

How he is as a boyfriend

one last present

mark:

bad

doyoung:

how he would be as a boyfriend

How he would be in bed 🆕

after party

Ten:

how he would be in bed

Jungwoo:

Distraction 🆕

extras/storyline context:

johnny & oc’s kids’ names

nct mirror sex squad

Dirty talkers

spit kink gang

Jaehyun sugar daddy imagine

no threesomes squad

soft jaehyun moment

possessive johnny

Amused johnny

sex positions 127 would be into

pleasure dom/overstimulation doyoung

jaehyun random thought #1

Johnny random thought #1

NCT 127 and their types as Pinterest photos:

Jaehyun

Doyoung

Yuta 🆕

Jungwoo 🆕

Mark 🆕

Johnny🆕

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[angelicmark]

[23:36]

you can feel his hands on your skin. you can feel him pulling at your hair as he fucks you from behind. you can hear him say “look at me” with his cock in your mouth. you can feel the way he would kiss your inner thighs before asking “is this okay?” and giving you the best head of your life. you can feel his dick pumping into you as he fills you up with his cum.

but you can see the way he slips on his pants with an almost solemn look, staring off into a different direction and giving you false hope. you can hear the words “are you okay?” slipping from your mouth while he smiles softly at you and nods his head and verbatims the words to you. you can feel the own nod of your head at the question. you think the both of you are lying to one another.

but he calls you his good girl at night and his hands feel so good on your skin and he’s addicted to the words you softly say to him along with his name. he can feel your nails claw into his back and he can feel the clench of your pussy around his cock when you cum.

but he can see the look in your eye when he grabs his keys and wallet. and he can feel the way your kiss is longer than usual and he can taste the sorrow. he refuses to admit that maybe he’s no longer good for you. and you refuse to admit you grew too attached.

and there’s something that the sex brings that’s unforgiving. and you remember the way he held you and promised forever. and he remembers believing his own words, but feeling guilt slip through.

you both remember it all.

now it’s silent. quiet. a pen dropping would cause the room to shake. and you haven’t had dinner and your eyes are swollen from crying too much. and you feel small. in such a big, venemous world. and you think to yourself on how much sleep he owes you. how your forever was supposed to be longer. and you hold onto the memories longer because you know you won’t be making anymore.

and it’s quiet.

it’s nothing but dust-collecting memories filling the room and becoming an earth shattering discovery that, for the first time in years, you are learning again what love meant.

you pull at the ends of your sweater, feeling tears fall again.

you like to call yourself lucky to be loved. because in no means was the relationships anything but beautiful. you remember the hand holding, the flowers, the laughter, the tight cuddling, the constant smiles. you remember how he always had to open the car door for you, no matter what. you remember baking cookies together and buying milk at 12 in the morning at a local gas station. you remember the constant ‘i love you’s.

but love isn’t black and white. love isn’t simple and love is hard.

you both hoped love would be enough to keep the both of you together, but sometimes it just doesn’t work that way.

this time, love wasn’t enough.

#you get to choose who this is about <3 enjoy :] #nct #mark lee #jaemin #nct smut #seo johnny #lee donghyuck #haechan #jungwoo #doyoung #nct angst #jaehyun #yuta #jeno #taeyong #renjun #taeil

[3raaaachachacha]

11:02 pm

Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.

You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.

Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.

You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.

Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.

It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.

“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."

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[1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess]

MTL to have a breeding kink - (NCT 127 edition)

with motivations because why not author's note: don't mind me just making a subtle comeback after what feels like eons. :)

most

JEFFERY (jaehyun) Haechan Yuta

Johnny Doyoung

Mark Jungwoo Taeyong

Taeil

least

Jaehyun - literally thinks it's the most romantic thing ever. For him the purpose isn't necessarily like, to mark you or anything but def feels like it brings you two closer. I feel like Jeff- sorry... Jaehyun thinks it's somewhat of a bonding thing. It's a really sweet and sentimental act for him.

he's also well aware you're on birth control but part of him hopes you can start a family soon cuz he's down with that shit or whatever🥺

Haechan

Genuinely just because he's freaky as fuck! Like the first time you do it without a condom, he def ends up over-stimming you and himself because of how fucking good it feels. Like when I tell you this man is whipped for your pussy, I mean it.

Kinky ass bitch (smh)

Yuta

As sweet of a partner as he can be, this man is the literal devil in the bedroom. So fucking possessive and it's kinda hot iwl. Like he's territorial to a fault. If you were to go to a friend's party or something with him, he's fine with you living your life but when somebody starts getting a little too comfy while chatting you up and see you entertaining them purely for comedic purposes so you can have a good laugh back home with yuta at how terrible the persons attempt at picking you up was, he's fuming. Politely pulling you aside into the host's guest bathroom and fucking the shit out of you. Takes your panties and gives you a little kiss telling you to keep it all in so that when your little friend chats you up and it starts dripping you'll be a humiliated mess and it's all because of Yuta.

Talk about a sadist...

Johnny

Now he may seem like such a gentleman, heck that's why your parents are so fond of him. If only they knew what really went on in his mind. This guy has an array of freaky shit he's into but his absolute favourite has got to be filling you up. Absolutely loves the face you make when you feel his warmth in you. Thinks you're so cute. He's also a sucker for the absolute mess he makes of you. "C'mon baby, you heard your parents, we can't keep 'em waiting any longer for a grandchild. Now, be a good girl and take it". He knows you're absolutely whipped for him when he hears you babbling on about carrying his kinds and whatnot.

What a menace

Doyoung

Wowwww, he just likes the absolute thrill of it. The thought of him knocking you up turns him on to no end. Can't help but get all giddy at the thought of having a family with you. And he acts like he's a nonchalant mf but can't wait to see the day you become a mommy.

aww he's such a sweetie

Mark

He finds it so hot cumming in you but is shit scared of actually getting you pregnant since you guys are still pretty young. Probably won't fuck you raw as often as any of the guys above him on the ranks but still finds it nice. He thinks it's like cute and when you guys raw dog it (I'm so sorry I realise how goofy that sounds💀) he gets all soft (not literally) but he's all cuddly and likes staying in you for a while and just lays atop of you and wraps you in such a warm embrace after. "M-Mark... baby you can get out now." "Just one more minute, you're so nice and warm"

he's such a big baby... emphasis on big👀

Jungwoo

Now don't get him wrong, he finds it so sexy and definitely gets the hype of fucking raw. but... it really doesn't do anything for him. Like he's not doing it to claim you or knock you up but purely because if it's shit you're into then he'll do it to make you happy.

aww gosh darn it, c'm'ere sweet baby.

Taeyong

He'd rather cum on your boobies. He's such a titties man Like, I know we're moving more into an ass or titties type mtl but he's not about that. Besides, he's already your baby. why would you want another?🥺🥺

damn it now i'm all soft...

Taeil

My man is not about that 24/7 babysitting life. Bitch has it hard as is, babysitting the neos from 9 to 5. When he gets home, he'd rather it just be you and him against the wall- I mean world.🤭

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Foreign Feelings - N.YT

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x f!reader (she/her pronouns), Lee Donghyuck/ Haechan x reader, mentioned Lee Donghyuck x Moon Taeil

Word count: 12.001 words (damn...)

AU/Genre: (strangers to) friends to lovers, college!AU, exchange student!AU, smut, fluff, very brief angst, slow burn, humor (hopefully)

Other characters: mentioned Jo Haseul (LOONA)

General warnings: daddy issues, smoking (cigarettes), reader gets nipple piercings (descriptive), yuta has a whole lot of piercings, too many sexual jokes, everyone in this is bisexual, internalized homophobia, Pepero game

Smut warnings: masturbation (f, twice, once wihth Yuta in the same room), dirty talk, mentioned porn, fingering and oral (f receiving), daddy kink (I'm sorry, it slipped), Haechan has a big dick (wbk), making out, nipple play, praising, creampie

Summary: Yuta quickly becomes your best friend, but what if he's more than that? He certainly lights your private parts on fire (in a good way), but the general problems of exchange students stand grandly in the way of you daring to admit your crush to yourself and him. A series of unfortunate events of your typical friends to lovers drama.

A/n: I usually try not to go into detail about the reader's origins, but since it's needed for the plot (kind of), reader is a foreigner studying in Korean, just like Yuta. FYI: "Would you like to eat ramen with me" can be used as general slang to indicate sleeping together. It could be translated with "Netflix and Chill". I'm not an expert tho.

A/n 2: I started writing this a year ago, forgot about it, and then found it again. Yes, this is the fic that inspired the name of this account. Yes, it's a shame that I only finished it now.

Foreigner. Sometimes, you really felt like one.

It’s been about two years since you had moved to Korea to follow up on your studies there instead of your home country. It had been hard in the beginning, but after two years you had grown accustomed to your new home, slowly getting the hang of how things worked. The hardest part must have been learning the language because even though your studies were in English, you had to use a lot of Korean in your daily life. And sometimes, when all of your friends joked around, throwing in puns in Korean that you didn’t understand, you felt like an outsider.

Well, that was until he came.

He, Nakamoto Yuta, is an exchange student from Japan. One day you had been sitting in your Social Economics Class, doodling along on your notepad waiting for the professor to start the lesson, when suddenly a voice had asked if the seat next to you was already occupied.

Your first reaction had been to jump. It had been early in the morning (you can’t remember why you had decided on joining an 8am class that semester) and you hadn’t expected having to talk to anyone beside your friend Haseul who would pick you up for a cigarette break two hours later.

As you had turned your head towards the culprit who almost made you lose your favorite pencil to the steep slope of the lecture hall, already afraid it would be that one creep who seemingly couldn't get the hint that you were not interested in the contents of his pants. Instead, you had been stunned. The stranger had stood there in all his glory, a few strands of his dark brown, wavy hair hanging down to his shoulders as they had loosen from his ponytail, full, plush lips slightly parted as his big brown eyes stared down at you while he awaited an answer.

He was probably the most gorgeous thing you had ever had the honor of laying your eyes upon.

“N-no.” You had hurried to grab your stuff that you had spread over the entire table to make space for him, “please, sit down.”

“Thank you.” He had smiled as he sat down and put his jacket next to himself on another empty seat. You still hadn’t gotten used to his appearance, the way his jawline curved so prettily towards his fully pierced ear, his gentle eyebrows hanging lower as he concentrated on the lecturer in the front preparing his presentation, the perfect curve of his nose complimenting his slender face even in profile. Your eyes followed the roundness of his prominent Adam’s apple, which bopped as he swallowed his own saliva, then down over his sculptured collar bones into the low hanging neckline of his black shirt, granting enough view on his muscular chest to still leave some of it to the imagination, but gave a good idea of what was lying underneath, almost begging to be unwrapped.

He was breathtaking.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird that I’m just sitting down next to you. I’m just new and you looked friendly.”

“Huh?” You had blinked twice as you realized that he was indeed a real person and not just a piece of art to admire – a sculpture curving before your eyes almost sensually – and he must have taken your stares as a question as to why he had to sit down next to you, and not what they really were: you checking him out. Actually, that was still an understatement.

“Oh, no, really, it’s fine. No problem. Can I ask what your name is?” You had tried to start a normal conversation.

“Ah, I’m Yuta. Nakamoto Yuta. And you?” He had smiled brightly, probably relieved that you didn’t hate him for sitting down and invading your personal space. And you had smiled back, giving him your name. His smile had been the most healing thing you’ve ever seen. It seemed as if nothing bad could ever happen as long as he’s around.

And that still hasn’t changed.

The two of you had talked until the lecture had started and even then it had been hard for you not to take the conversation further. It had seemed as if you two just clicked. After about two hours of listening to the lecturer (a greying man who sounded like he was a sleeping pill on legs), Haseul had entered the hall, squeezing through piles of students trying to get ahold of a banana milk at the cafeteria before their next lesson, to pick you up to go have a smoke outside, and you had just casually asked Yuta to come join you.

That’s how you became friends with Nakamoto Yuta.

Now, about half a year went by and Yuta made your life at least three times better. He always has brilliant ideas for after-lecture-activities for when you aren’t in the mood to go to the library yet to type away yet another essay in a hurry because you've been procrastinating since last Tuesday. He is also a master in about all of the courses you need help in (and the other way around) which leads to study sessions that are not only fun and interesting, but also helpful.

But most importantly: he is always there with you. When you have to ask the barkeeper for the third time what he said because you can’t understand him over the loud music and your lack of proper Korean, or when you have to pull out Papago-Translator for the seventh time one morning just to decipher where in the world your package has gone missing to. And especially when your friends make those inside jokes for Korean-masters only and you look at him to see that he is about as clueless about what that means as you are.

But somehow, you two just stay friends. Which, don’t get me wrong, isn’t a bad thing at all, but there is no denying that he is absolutely and without a doubt the most beautiful being you had ever laid eyes on, and is a perfect match personality wise and you would literally get on your knees for this man in a heartbeat (to propose, obviously).

There is just always this little thing in the back of your head, holding you back: just like you, Yuta is just an exchange student, he will leave you sooner or later, long-distance never works, and you will only get hurt. At least, that's what you'd learned from the countless failed relationships of your parents.

So you stay friends, the bestest friends. And you still enjoy every second with him, whether you two are studying, laughing, or deep-talking under a full moon.

“Yeah, she’s getting her nipples pierced today.”

“Bro, what, you don’t have to tell everyone,” you pout and nudge his shoulder. He grins and taps the ashes off his cigarette with his freshly manicured (by you) black nails with little drawings on them, the grey clump falling onto the ground of the marked smoking-area.

“I’m sorry, but I’m so excited for you. My bestie is getting perforated for the first time.” He beams, wiggling his eyebrows first at you and then at the poor stranger in front of him who made the mistake of standing in reach of Yuta’s excited voice and making eye contact with him for 0.1 seconds.

“Fifth,” you correct him, pointing towards your earlobes which held exactly four silver rings in them.

Yuta holds up his arms in defeat. To be fair, he hasn’t really told everyone before, but now that you are standing in front of the piercing studio, inhaling the last cigarette before you get your real piercing cherry popped, as Yuta calls it, he gets too excited to keep it to himself. He insists that those regular ear-lobe piercings don’t count as real piercings. He himself has a fair share of real piercings himself, which makes him a self-proclaimed body-hole expert. You had tried to talk him out of this nickname for obvious reasons, but he insisted that the ambiguousness of it makes it even funnier. Two kinds of people, you guess.

Moving on...

From top to bottom, in that order, he has 5 piercings.

Firstly, he used to have an eyebrow piercing, which his friend got him when he was a teenager, but he somehow lost the piercing while sleeping and the next morning the hole was almost healed again, leaving him with nothing but a tiny, circular scar. He still counts it though.

Next is his nose ring which he had gotten only a few days after coming to Korea. You had to drive back to the piercing studio with him three (3) times because it got infected over and over again, but it wasn’t Yuta’s fault, of course, the piercer just sucked ass and apparently messed it up. Ever since, he's kind of reluctant to get his septum pierced as well.

His dermal piercing is next, a small, silver ball with a crystal made of glass which sits just below his left collar bone. He says he is actually surprised that it hasn’t fallen out yet.

Next comes his bellybutton piercing. It had been his first, he got it straight up on his 18th birthday, a shock to his parents, but it was something he had dreamed of for years, and he is still happy with it.

Yuta is strictly against gender norms and wears whatever he finds pretty, not caring if he buys it in the men’s or women’s section or if it is pink or blue or “for girls” and “kind of gay”. He loves wearing crop tops that show off the pretty jewel that adorns his toned stomach, even if people stare. Or maybe because people stare.

Lastly, he has another one, but only God knows what it is and every time you ask, he just winks and smirks and says “you don’t wanna know”. But you want to know.

A few minutes later, you sit inside the piercing studio. An absolutely gorgeous young lady is putting rubber gloves on as you sit and wait for instructions.

“You can take off your clothes now,” she says and nods.

“I- um- should I leave?” Yuta asks, eyes wide and a little nervous, apparently only now realizing that one has to take off their shirt (and bra) for someone to stick a needle through their nipples.

It usually takes very much to get Yuta even the slightest bit flustered so this was kind of new territory for you, seeing Yuta's concerned stare makes him kind of cute.

“Bro, are you joking? It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen you puke and that was probably worse,” you say, pulling your arm through your sleeve to take off your shirt. You glance over at him just to see him gulp, but you brush it off as only a decent human reaction to be somewhat uncomfortable seeing someone else’s boobies for the first time. I mean, you would react like this too if you saw his naked chest.

A few moments later, you lay on your back, tits full on display, the pretty girl had marked your nipples to pinpoint where she would put the needle through, and is now touching around your nipples to get them to harden. In the corner of your eye, you can see Yuta leaning against the wall, eyes focusing a little too much on an unoccupied nail in the wall in front of him.

“Okay, I’ll start with the left one, okay? I’ll count to three and then pierce through it. Are you ready?” the piercer asks you. You nod at her and try to relax. You are nervous, like, really nervous since this is probably going to hurt like hell.

“One, two.”

A stinging pain rushes through your nipple and makes you hiss, an almost embarrassing sound of pain squeezing out of your throat, a tear threatening to creep its way out of your eye and down your cheek. That fucking hurt. As you look down, you see it. There is a needle stuck through your nipple, both ends of the sharp object peeping out on both sides. Inevitably, panic arises in you.

“What happened to three??” You exclaim, trying to breathe through the pain as she replaces the needle with a barbell piercing. Fucking hell, it feels like your nipple will just spontaneously combust.

“I wanted to surprise you.” She smirks. “Alright, ready for the other?”

“No, no, no, no,” you laugh awkwardly. You aren’t ready. You really aren’t. You are honestly just scared, and your body doesn’t want to go through that pain again.

“Come on, you can do it. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to hold your hand, maybe that’ll help?” She suggests, smiling over at Yuta, who looks like the poster on the wall showing a burning skull is the most interesting thing he's ever seen in his life.

“We’re actually just friends.”

“Ouch,” she says, and you think that’s funny. And kinda true.

“She’s a strong girl, she can handle it,” Yuta says, the big vein on his neck looks like it’s about to explode and cover the whole room in a fountain of blood as he tries to focus on deciphering the interesting writings on the sanitizer bottle, which judging by the incredible concentration he puts into it must have a great storyline and a thrilling twist to it.

“Yuta, I don’t think she can,” you admit and intend on stretching your arm out to make a grabbing motion with your hand, but moving your arm moves your boob and your boob protests against the sudden movement by sending waves of pain through your body which makes your groan. “Please?”

He takes two deep breaths, then walks over to you, reminding himself to only look at your face. He leans down, taking your hand into his and starts to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Noticing the fear in your eyes, his features go soft, and he talks to you in a soothing voice and tells you that it’s going to be okay, and sends a smile towards you, making your belly tingle.

You nod. When he’s with you, you can do anything.

“Friends my ass,” the piercer reminds you that you two are, in fact, not alone. She walks around to your right nipple. The sudden movement causing Yuta to lose his focus on your eyes, as they flick over to her for a second, than back to you. But not your eyes.

You catch him staring at your breast. Full on, wide-eyed, his thumb stopping his motions on your hand as he takes you in. How pretty you lay before him. Exposed. Your boobs just out on display, ready for him to grope at them and tease your pretty nipples with his fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Oh, your nipple, so red and hard and swollen from getting pierced just seconds ago. How he wants to suck on the shiny jewelry once they’re fully healed.

He gulps. He knows he can’t think like this about you. You are his friend. His best friend. He doesn’t want to lose what you have. He is scared that he will hurt you.

The next thing you know is another sharp pain coming from your right nipple, shooting through you and spreading in your body. Your face scrunches and you let out an “ah”-sound, as she quickly replaces the needle with a piercing.

“It’s done. You alright?” She smiles, you nod, and after putting band-aids on your nipples, she heads towards the door. “Just get dressed, be careful though, and come to the front when you’re ready.”

Once she’s gone, Yuta looks at you, amused, like the moment the two of you just had never happened. “You okay?”

You pause and stutter, “h- p- o-okay? Am I okay? Fuck no, there’s fucking holes in my body, please, Yuta, it hurts so bad. Please save me, I will literally die.”

He chuckles at you and acts as if your begging doesn’t have an effect on him. He is glad that he is not wearing grey sweatpants today, but dark jeans and an oversized shirt that will hide anything and everything that happens in his pants.

A few weeks later, you open the door after the doorbell rang, only to find Yuta standing there, a big tote bag in hand and a beaming smile on his face. You notice he dyed his hair. It’s a medium blonde, and he looks breathtaking.

“Uh, what?”

“Hello to you too, bestie. I have brought snacks and movies and hope you will let me come inside.” He blows a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“You know I’d always let you come inside, Yuta.” You grin and step aside so he could enter.

You don’t really remember when it happened, but someday Yuta and you just casually started making sexual comments towards each other, just jokes, just for fun. And it was so much fun, at least until you realized that it's maybe a bit too much for your friendship. And you remember the exact moment you realized just that.

It had been a long day, you had classes until late at night, coming home after someone in the bus literally fell on you and drenched you in your milk tea that cost a shit ton of money, and didn’t taste as good when you had to suck it out of your shirt and hair. All you wanted was to take a long hot shower. So that was what you did.

You had peeled your milky clothes that, apart from the admittedly delicious smell, had been unbearable to wear the whole walk from the bus station to your apartment, off of your body and dumped them into the laundry basket. This was work for another day. You hopped into the shower and let the hot water rinse you of your stress. You washed your hair and body and suddenly, without you realizing it, really, your hand was between your legs, gently massaging your clit that you had completely neglected for the past week because you had a very important presentation to prepare with Yuta.

You thought of the two of you presenting today, your professor clapping afterwards and smiling at you, telling you two you did a great job. You thought of how Yuta had smiled at you and whispered to you:

“You did so good baby girl, how about I reward you after this?”

Which was obviously a joke – clearly – because he had laughed afterwards and smacked your shoulder, but your lady parts didn’t see it as that: a joke.

At least you got bubble tea out of that.

You decided that your fingers weren’t doing enough for you so you grabbed the shower head and brought it down. Excitement shot through you, and you gasped at the feeling the water pressure gave you. Your mind wandered back to Yuta and the many things he’s jokingly said. He was such a tease, probably knowing what his words did to you. Maybe it had always been his plan to rile you up until you couldn't take it anymore and would beg for him to take you, or maybe that was just you wishing.

Your mind showed you your best friend that one time you had asked to get a lick off his popsicle and he decided it was a good idea to almost shove it down your throat and say, “don’t act like this, I know you can take it”.

This was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good. The stream of the hot water brought you closer and closer to orgasm, the muscles in your stomach clenching to cope with the overwhelming feeling of stimulation that you had lacked for so long.

Trying to pull your mind off of your best friend, you tried thinking about that one girl in her short skirt you saw at the park a few days ago, or the actor in that drama that you found attractive. You tried to imagine him pinning you against the wall and fucking into you from behind, but as imaginary you turned around, you only saw Yuta.

“Cum for me.”

You were close, so damn close you could nearly taste it on the tip of your tongue. Your pussy clenched around nothing, the empty feeling causing you to slide two of your fingers into your hole, massaging your walls and trying to reach as deep as you knew Yuta could. Moaning out, you tried to think of anyone, anything other than your best friend, like that hot video you saw on twitter of two girls 69ing on a couch.

The last thing your mind showed you before your final release was Yuta, kneeling in front of you in the shower, eyes big, round and innocent as he looked up at you, fingers deep in your pussy moving in sync with your real ones, and his tongue lapping on your clit. He looked so pretty underneath you.

“Please, cum for me,” you imagined him saying as your orgasm took over you. It had been so intense that you slid down the shower wall to sit on the ground. Fingers pumping in and out of you slowly to drag your orgasm out as long as possible.

You sighed, thinking about how morally wrong it felt to picture your best friend while getting off, but no matter how hard you tried, Yuta always made his way back into your mind, and seemingly, there was nothing you could do about that.

“Which movies did you bring?” you ask as Yuta unties his Doc Marten’s only to slip into his baby blue bunny-slippers a few seconds later to keep his feet warm around your apartment.

“I brought horror movies.”

You frown. There literally exist 19 other genres which he could have chosen from, but this bitch decides to choose the one you didn’t like. Well, actually you like them, it’s just that you are so easily startled and never able to sleep alone after a horror movie.

“Why?” You whine, but he just looks at you, tells you you would like it and then suddenly kisses you on the cheek before heading deeper into your home.

“Come on, it will be fun!” He exclaims from inside. But you aren’t even able to follow him by how startled you are by his sudden actions. He has never kissed you before. Why did he kiss you? And why did that make your belly tingle and your cheeks flush red. Ah, that's right: because you're crushing on him, but you're not ready to admit that yet.

“Uh- um- y-you know I can’t sleep after watching movies like this,” you stutter instead as you do follow him to sit on the bed next to him. It’s no big deal, you are always chilling on your bed because you are only a student living in Seoul and therefore can’t afford anything bigger than a broom closet. Your apartment consists of your bed, a desk and a closet in one room, and then a kitchen, and a bathroom. Having a separate kitchen is already a luxury.

“Oh, come on. Of course I am prepared.” He holds up his bag from before, suggesting he’s going to spend the night. Which also isn’t a big deal, you shared a bed multiple times, but given the circumstances that he kissed you earlier, you are kind of taken aback.

“Or- do you not want me to?” Yuta asks as you don’t show your usual excitement about getting to spend even more time with him.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, no. I’m just scared that you will punch me in the tits in your sleep and rip off my piercings.” You are actually proud of yourself for coming up with an excuse that fast. And he seems to buy it as he smiles and drops his bag back on the floor.

“Ah, don’t worry I will only be gentle with your nipples.” He winks, then laughs out loud. You wonder what’s up with him tonight.

Later on, you’re about half an hour deep into the movie, and so far you have almost punched Yuta in the face twice because you jumped so hard. And when the screen shows another creepy creature crawling backwards on all fours, you scream and accidentally elbowing him in the ribs, causing an aggressive hiss to hit your eardrums.

Soon, he has enough and pulls you closer, placing you in front of him and holding onto your arms from behind by snaking his arms around your slightly trembling form. “Please, you have to stop hitting me.”

"Funny." Your face drops into a serious expression which he can't even see from his place behind you, a noise that you try to make sound like the fakest of false laughs you can master voicing from your mouth. "If you didn’t want me to accidentally hit you in the face then you should’ve brought another movie," you reason as you feel his hot breath fanning against your ear, making you feel weak in an instant. You shudder as heat rushes downwards, and your heart skips a beat as you feel his hot figure pressed against your back, and his muscular arms hugging around your shoulders. His hands hold onto your wrists, restricting them from moving. It feels just too sexual, but you just let it happen. Partly because you don't want to make it weird by pointing the suggestive nature of your position out, party because you wholeheartedly enjoy his frame behind you.

After him restricting your movements, you don’t really jump anymore, but not because of him holding you down. Well, to be exact, it is because he’s holding you, but indirectly. You see, his too-close presence behind you, his warmth and the way he grabs onto your wrists makes your head spin, your mouth dry and your mind wander – far away from all of the scary things happening on TV.

You really want him to at least let go of your hands. Not because you don’t like the feeling of being bound and restricted, but because you like the feeling of being bound and restricted. You shift, getting uncomfortable as your wetness soaks into your underwear, and at any other given moment you'd be embarrassed of how turned on you are just because someone's holding onto your wrists... Anyway.

You scoot back, probably a little too far back because you can feel your ass hitting against something. Something hard that’s poking right into your backside. Heat rushes over you for a moment, contemplating what it could be.

It's probably his cellphone in his pocket, you decide, not wanting to get further into it, but as you shift further, you're able to feel it again. And not only that, you can hear a silent gasp creeping out of his throat directly into your ear.

You freeze, heartbeat increasing rapidly as it pounces against your ribcage. Is he hard? You shift again and again and again, just to be sure you aren’t imagining things. And every time you draw a little sound from his mouth that gives you goosebumps and goes straight into your core

“You can’t keep shifting like that,” you hear him say, his voice low and breathy and a little desperate.

“W-what do you mean?” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You know exactly what he means. He means that if you keep rubbing your round ass over his cock he will bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk for at least two days – at least that’s what you imagine.

Him rawdogging you from behind, grabbing onto a fistful of your hair as his rock hard cock slams into you, hitting only the right places, then bending over your back, his fingers finding your clit easily, his teeth grazing over your neck and biting down only to leave kisses on it afterwards. Him whispering into your ear what a good slut you are for him, taking his cock so well as he stretches you out. You leaning back into his touch, arching your back only for him to hit deeper inside you, his tip brushing over your cervix multiple times until you squirt all over him-

“You’re sitting on my foot.”

- or not.

Turns out his voice wasn’t “breathy and a little desperate”, he was just in pain because your dumbass sat on his feet. A little embarrassing, you admit later that night, the horror movie long forgotten, you lay awake beside him as he sleeps soundly. Good for him, you think as he breathes steadily next to you while you contemplate your entire existence. Why is he always in your head (sadly not literally) and why are you so turned on by everything he does?

“Probably daddy issues,” you quietly say to yourself, trying to pinpoint the source of all your mental problems on your emotionally distant father. As an answer you only get a low groan from beside you, a noise Yuta often made while sleeping. The first few times you had mistaken it as moans and were a little too cocky about it at the breakfast table the next morning, asking him if he dreamt well as he sent you nothing but looks of confusion.

You sigh. It’s late and the two of you have another project to work on tomorrow, so you decide to try and fall asleep. Which goes all well until Yuta's stirring next to you wakes you up again. Oh no. He’s shifted closer to you, his face only inches away from yours and you can see the distant moonlight illuminating the beautiful features of his face.

And he’s so close right now, his eyelashes are so pretty and long as they faintly brush his cheeks, his nose curved so perfectly and his lips so unbelievably soft and plush to the eye that all you want is to kiss them.

Oh, how badly you want to kiss him.

How you want to kiss him, softly but passionately as you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as you run your hands over his strong chest and his toned abs down to stroke him until he’s fully hard only for him to grab you by your thigh and waist, and turn the two of you around so he's on top, pressing his erection against your center as you make out, tongues dancing together and teeth nibbling on each other’s lips softly. You want him to slowly fuck into you, his forearms next to your head and his fingers playing with your hair as you switch between kissing lovingly and keeping eye contact as he bottoms out over and over again.

At this point, your fingers involuntarily find your clit, your other hand massaging your insides with two fingers in sync with imagination-Yuta and his cock. You’re so riled up from all of the imaginative foreplay that it doesn’t take long until you cum, walls clenching around your fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, right in time as the Yuta in your fantasy whispers into your ear.

“I love you.”

Realization washes over you as you come down: you just masturbated while your best friend is sleeping next to you, thinking of him making oh sweet love to you. This is so, so wrong, especially the slip of the three magic words. To this point, your crush on him had been excusable as being horny or whatever, but now? You're not too sure what to make of this.

There's just one thing clear in your mind: you really need to get laid.

So that’s what you do. Not even 12 hours later, you already download tinder. And not even 72 hours later, you found the perfect man for the job: he’s absolutely beautiful, and doesn’t have anything misogynistic in his bio nor a picture of him posing with a fish he’s caught. How wonderful.

The two of you click right away, it’s clear that both of you only want to fuck, so you agree on a date. He says he at least wants to take you out to dinner like a real gentleman before he “gets down to business” (his words, not yours). That’s how you end up dressing up on a Thursday night, your dear friend Yuta sitting on your bed looking at his phone. He recently discovered TikTok and is officially addicted.

“Okay, what do you think?”

You turn around to face him, presenting your outfit. Yuta looks up, the video on his phone still playing as his eyes take in your figure in that outfit that hugs your curves so perfectly. He takes some time to admire the sight until he raises an eyebrow.

"You look amazing, bestie, but what’s the occasion? I hope you remember I will leave in a few minutes for work so I don’t have time to unwrap you." He grins as his thumb finally tabs the screen to stop his phone from saying "my money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds" over and over again.

"Actually," you grin back, "I was hoping for you to leave soon because I also have plans for this evening."

"Oh, really? What? Watching porn by yourself again?"

You put on a fake smile, he’s referring to that one time he caught you watching Japanese porn. Well, not really, you just forgot to close the tab in your phone as you asked him to google 'where does the word smut come from' while you were painting your nails. In your defense: you didn’t search for it, it just popped up on the front page and looked interesting.

"Very funny. No, actually, my date’s picking me up."

"Date?" Yuta questions, eyes wide and you think you can see a little bit of disappointment in his face (but maybe that’s just what you're hoping for).

"Yes," you answer proudly and almost as if you had planned it, the doorbell rings, "oh, he’s here!"

"He’s here?" Yuta follows you as you sprint to the door, telling your date that you would come downstairs in just a minute.

"Come on, let’s go!" You almost push Yuta out of the door after grabbing your jacket and purse, and putting your (matching to Yuta’s) Doc Marten’s on.

"And who is this guy?" Yuta asks as you make your way down the staircases and out of the front door of your apartment complex. He doesn’t seem too thrilled about you going on a date with someone he doesn’t know.

"I’m Donghyuck," your date greets and answers Yuta’s question. The man is wearing a black shirt and black pants which would have made him look intimidating if it weren’t for his extremely adorable bear-like features that are only supported by his fluffy light brown hair.

Yuta seems a bit taken aback the cute exterior of your date, as if asking himself if this is your type. Still, he greets back with his name before saying (and hugging you) goodbye.

“And who’s that, your boyfriend?” Donghyuck jokes as he looks back at Yuta who stomps away, not even looking back at you.

“Ah, no, he’s my bestie,” you giggle, a little intimidated by Donghyuck's ethereal beauty, “Hyuck, I have to say: you really are beautiful.”

A few hours later, after you had eaten (and split the bill), you are back at your place. You had learned enough about Donghyuck to trust he wasn’t a murderer (you sent your live location to 3 of your friends just in case though) and let him inside your apartment.

The two of you are heavily making out of your bed, most of your clothing scattered around the room. You’re so turned on, mostly because of Donghyuck's handsome face and the general way he carries himself. He knows he’s sexy, and he makes you feel incredibly sexy too as he’s touching your body and caressing your collar bones with his pouty lips. Plus, he’s funny.

You are also turned on because the distant scent of Yuta’s cologne hangs in the air around the bed where he sat before. But you forget all about that as Donghyuck dips his fingers into your panties, gently touching you.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me baby girl. Have you been waiting for my cock, hm? Have you imagined me pounding your sweet little pussy?” He whispers into your neck and you moan involuntarily at his lewd words. You had always been weak for dirty talk.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You gasp, emerged in the feeling of his finger sliding into you with ease at how wet you were.

“Ooh, daddy, huh?” He chuckles and it sounds so incredibly sexy. He lowers himself to your center and discards of your panties to see your glistering wetness up close, then licks over it. You almost cum right then and there simply because of how hot he looks as he eyes your most private area with so much hunger in his eyes, as if he’s a starved man.

Donghyuck dives back in, his finger almost directly shoved back into you as his tongue finds your clit. You arch your back, his tongue teases your bud as it swirls around it, making you whine. He adds a second finger and pumps them in and out of you as his lips finally hug your clit and suck on it once, harshly, then a little softer, but all you see is stars.

"D-daddy, you’re making me feel so good," you somehow manage to let out in between moans as Donghyuck's tongue and lips work their wonders on your clit. You have your eyes shut tightly as his fingers hit your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He lets out lewd slurping sounds as he’s eating you out like no man ever did, as if he was born for this.

You are so close to cumming, your walls clenching hard around his fingers, when he suddenly lets go of you. You whine at the loss of contact and stimulation.

"Want you to cum on daddy's cock, baby," he explains and you nod hastily, watching hazily as he pulls down his boxers and puts on a condom in no time. Just like Donghyuck's ego, his cock is huge. And your mouth salivates just from the thought of trying to get your small mouth around it to try and swallow him, but right now all you want is for him to fill your your other hole up real nice.

“Ready?” He asks and looks at your already fucked out face to get your consent – which you give him without hesitation – before he slowly shoves his cock into you. The stretch is so sweet and he glides in easily despite his girth from how wet you are due to his previous ministrations.

Donghyuck doesn’t completely bottom out before he pulls out again until only his tip is inside of you to slam back in, frequently checking for any discomfort on your face. When he’s sure you’re comfortable from how you moan, he picks up his pace, fucking you harder and faster. He gives out the hottest of sounds as he groans before telling you how nice your hole feels.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he leans back a little and changes his angle to aim a little upwards, throwing your legs over his shoulders to hit deeper inside of you and you swear no one has ever touched you as deep inside as Donghyuck.

Before you know it, your walls contract around him as you scream his name while your hands grab onto the sheets to just grab at something. You cum so hard you think you’re going to pass out, but Donghyuck’s here. Donghyuck holds you and slowly fucks you through your orgasm.

When you finally feel like you can think again, you open your eyes just to see Donghyuck towering above you, forehead damp from sweating as his hair sticks onto it, shoulders wide, pecs flexing as he pistons his hips into yours. He looks so sexy like this.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he tells you, voice raspy and just full of sex and you spur him on with your moans and dirty words (even though you’re not even able to form proper sentences) and his thrusts become a little sloppy until he slams his cock into you one last time as he releases his load into the condom, groaning out.

He quickly discards of the condom and cleans you up with a tissue before lying down next to you. There’s silence for a few minutes as the two of you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Hyuck,” is the first thing you say, making him chuckle, “that was literally the best sex of my life. I-“ you pause to smile dumbfounded at the ceiling, “I’ve never cummed like this before.”

"You mean-" he shifts to lay closer to you and strokes your arm with his fingers.

"Only from a dick inside me, yes."

Donghyuck chuckles, and the moment could have been perfect, if only you hadn’t been thinking of a certain someone again, wondering what he’s doing right now, working at the local DVD-rental (you always wonder why it still exists, who rents DVDs nowadays?).

Of course your mind had to go there again, wondering what it could've been like with Yuta right now, how he would be after screwing your brains out. Is he the type for cuddles after sex? What would you do if it was him, would you be able to tell him how you really feel?

"Hope I was a good distraction," Donghyuck kisses your shoulder and you freeze.

"What?"

"Ah, no, it’s really not a problem. I’ve just seen the two of you. You can’t tell me there isn’t something going on between the two of you. Have you seen his face as he saw me? Damn, I thought he was going to knock me out," he pauses to laugh while you stare wide-eyed at nothing. Is it really this obvious?

"I’m sorry," you finally bring out, feeling bad for Donghyuck. It must seem like you were using him.

"Oh, what for? We both agreed on only fucking. And if it bothered me, I wouldn’t have fucked you. You know that, right?"

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s strange to you that it doesn’t bother Donghyuck, at all. But maybe that’s just how he is.

After assuring you that it really was okay at least three more times until you finally believe him, the two of you lay in bed a little longer, talking about nothing really and just enjoy each other’s presence. You open up about your possible feelings towards Yuta and it feels good to finally be able to talk about it with someone.

"I get it, you know?" Donghyuck says. "I’ve been in your position before."

"Oh, really?" You raise your head from his chest and he stops playing with your hair as your eyes meet his. You're still shocked to find that you crush on Yuta seems to be so consuming that you're not even feeling the tiniest bit of romantic attraction to Donghyuck, even though he's just been balls deep inside of you, giving you a toe curling orgasm and now looking like he's been sculptured by God's favorite angels. Trying to get Yuta out of your brain, you lay your head back down to the softness of Donghyuck's stomach. "Please elaborate."

"I have this person in my life and I think I like them, but there’s just-" Donghyuck stops to sigh, the movements of his fingers on your skin haltering several times as he speaks, but you don't mind. "There’s a problem and I’m not sure if they even like me back."

"What’s the problem?" You ask, grabbing onto his hand with your own to prevent him from messily stroking and entertain him by playing with his fingers instead.

"Well, the main problem is that he is a guy."

"And?"

"And I’m – obviously – not gay." He motions towards your two naked bodies.

"Oh, Hyuckie." You giggle "Maybe you are a little gay. There’s nothing wrong with that. ‘Everyone’s a little gay’. That’s what my mom always says. Maybe you're bi. Actually, you don’t even have to label yourself, just love who you love, and if it’s a guy, that’s cool."

Suddenly, Donghyuck kisses the top of your head. It’s silent for a good while.

"Thanks," he says, "It’s just that my family and friends back home are pretty religious and stuff and- I’ve only talked about this with one other person – a childhood friend of mine – and he said I should just ignore it, not get into it, boys don’t love boys, and that it’s disgusting. But I think I really like this guy, and I think he likes me, he’s into guys, too."

"I’ve seen him bring someone home before, since we’re roommates, and I really didn’t like it. At first, I thought it was because I didn’t want to have two guys fucking in my own house, but then I realized it wasn’t hatred or disgust, it was jealousy. I hated to see it because I wanted to be that other man. I wanted to be the one who makes Taeil moan like that, make him feel good, and take care of him afterwards… maybe you’re right, maybe I am a little gay."

You smile and hug him tightly. After that, you feel closer to Donghyuck. You talk a little longer until it’s getting late and it’s time for him to leave. You hug him goodbye, and remind him to update you on the roommates-to-lovers situation and Donghyuck smiles and nods, hugging you one last time, really hard, and then he leaves, and as soon as the door shuts, you feel the urgent need to talk to Yuta.

The next time you meet Yuta, it’s at university. You fear he didn’t take your date with Donghyuck well as you walk in and see him sit by a large group of people, chatting, instead of at your designated place. You walk past them to your seat, sit down and unpack your bag until you get startled by a chocolate milk being placed right in front of you. You freeze, raise an eyebrow and then look up to see Yuta, lips shut, but smiling widely.

Your other eyebrow joins the first as you look at him bewildered. "Milk?"

“Yes, your favorite! I felt bad for being like this yesterday, I was just surprised that you were out there dating and stuff, so I might have reacted a little wrong… I’m sorry! Please take this milk as a sign of my deepest regrets." He delivers a 90 degree bow and you can’t help but laugh. Of course you forgive him. You weren’t even mad at him in the first place.

Yuta sits down next to you, you smile, and it’s like nothing has changed. That is until lunch time, the weather is nice and warm, Yuta and you decided to pick up some fried chicken and eat it on the lawn at Han River. Maybe it hadn’t been that good of an idea since Yuta's wearing a skirt which caused the two of you to get a lot of weird stares and a few comments from bypassing strangers.

The whole skirt-thing in general is kind of a problem for you. Not because you think it’s weird or anything, but because it’s short, really short, and exposes the delicate muscle of Yuta’s legs to your eyes and rides up his thighs dangerously high as he sits down, giving you enough room for lewd fantasies and erotic imaginations of what you want to do with said thighs. You just hope he doesn’t catch you staring.

Once you’re finished, it’s almost 2pm and you have to hurry back to make it to class in time. You pack your stuff as a loud dinging noise emerges from your phone. You check the message and smile widely. Donghyuck has send you a picture: he’s lying in bed, hair tousled and without a shirt as he smiles characteristically smugly into the camera. It’s only then when you see what the picture is really about. On his chest, in the right corner of the picture, you can see a boy with short brown hair, eyes closed, a naked shoulder covering most of his face as he’s snuggled into Donghyuck just like you were a few days ago.

"What are you smiling at?" Yuta teases you and tries to catch a glimpse of what’s showing on your screen. You think you locked your phone fast enough before he can see as you answer "Hyuck just send me a picture". For the rest of the day, Yuta is unusually quiet.

After your encounter with Donghyuck, a few weeks had passed without you getting anywhere near railed and to be honest, it showed. Not only did you period end about a week ago – which means you’re ovulating and extremely responsive – and your nipples piercings are now fully healed, but extremely sensitive and easily stimulated. On top of that, for some reason, Yuta’s acting up too. It’s like he can sense your desperate state and decides to be even touchier and closer to you than ever. The worst part are the suggestive comments.

The two of you meet for another movie night, this time at his place. When he opens the door for you, you swear you almost collapse. Yuta dyed his hair again, this time a pretty tone of blood red, he wears it in a half up bun, a few strands falling out into his face and onto his neck. He looks downright delicious.

A few minutes later, Yuta tries to get his "stupid TV" to work, rummaging with the cables as he kneels on the floor, completely bend over in the shortest shorts you’ve ever seen. You stare and it’s almost embarrassing as you almost drool on his couch.

“Oh, fuck me!” He tells the TV – and you almost spit out the sip of water you had just taken to calm down your raging hormones – as he gets up only to kick it. And it works! The screen shows the menu of the movie he’s put in (you genuinely have no clue about what kind of movie it is since you just nodded at everything he said because those shorts aren’t only short, but also really, really tight in the front and you had to invest all of your energy into not looking at his crotch again).

The movie starts and Yuta doesn’t waste any time to sit close to you, once accidentally brushing over your clothed nipple with his arm as he reaches for some snacks. You cry on the inside as you watch him stuff his mouth with Pepero, his lips hugging the slim sticks, his tongue darting out from time to time as he licks at the chocolate coating. This was torture.

Suddenly, Pepero in his mouth, he turns to you, catching you staring. He grins, takes the sweet out of his mouth and holds it up. “Wanna share?”

You feel like someone’s just thrown a billiard table at your face. What’s wrong with this guy? He already has the stick in between his lips again and comes closer, so close, that you don’t even have a chance to flinch away before it hits against your lips. Without thinking, you wrap your mouth around it, eyes wide as Yuta keeps steady eye contact with you as he bites on the Pepero.

He’s getting closer and closer and you feel like your sweating, your heart thumps in your chest and Yuta looks at you so intensely that you feel your core throb. Your eyes widen even more in complete horror. What is he doing? When will he stop? Will he stop at all?

As if reading your mind, Yuta stops. And grins. And then he pulls back.

“Ah, I’m joking, why are you looking at me like that!” He laughs and it takes all of you to not choke him right there. Instead you laugh as naturally as you possibly can.

It gets worse, though. Sometime later and without a warning, Yuta suddenly decides that it would be best to torture you even more and place his head in your lap. You panic a little. It shouldn't bother you, it's nothing unusual, he does it fairly often, but right now, this is the place where you want him to be the most and the least. You can smell his hair, it smells like hair dye and his cologne and it’s enough to get you even more wet than before.

Suddenly, Yuta giggles, “I can hear your tummy,” he says, “are you hungry?” He gets back up to look at you intensely. You gulp. You blush. You don’t know what to say. The only thing in your head right now is how you want him to absolutely demolish you.

“Baby, would you like to eat ramen with me?” He asks you in Korean and right then you know it’s over.

“Yuta, I swear to God, either you stop this right now or-“

“Or what?” he grins. He knows what he’s doing. The shorts, the Pepero game, the touchiness, the suggestive things. He knows what it does to you. He has to know, or else, that would make him to most innocent, naive person on the planet.

“Please, just-“ you don’t dare to vocalize it.

“Tell me what you want baby girl, and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

You look into his eyes and all you see behind the teasing glint is sincerity. Isn't this how love stories work? One gets pushed into a corner and confesses, and the other party magically loves them back? There is so much that you want to tell him, so many thinks that are dancing around the expanse of your brain day and night, about all the things you love about him, about all the dreams and thoughts you've had about him, and all the feelings that bring your heart to pounce like crazy every time he's close to you.

Though nothing comes out. Because as much as you like him, you're just as scared. Scared of rejection and abandonment, and even more scared of a future without him. It's too dangerous to risk everything that you have for, yeah, for what exactly? You're not even sure if he's serious with his constant flirting. Even though almost everything he says is suggestive, for all you know, it could be all bark and no bite. And even if it isn't that, what if that's all he's feeling for you? Wouldn't it be even worse for your poor, strained heart if he'd ask for only your body and nothing more? Plus, the usual problem of being exchange students, whatever you have right now is not going to last forever. And that scares the shit out of you.

So, instead of telling him exactly what you want, you take a deep breath before excusing yourself only to hurry out of his apartment without even putting your shoes on correctly. As soon as you step out of the door the wind blows into your face. You hadn't even noticed the change in weather during your time inside, but somehow the cold splatter of rain that hits you right in the face matches the way you're feeling.

You walk through the rain with fast steps, your heart aching in your chest because as soon as you stepped foot out of the door, you regretted the decision of leaving without saying a word. It's not like you to not be able to talk to Yuta about everything, but how in the world would you explain to him that you're slowly but surely developing romantic feelings for him, not to mention the raging lust you feel whenever he does something remotely sexual, like you want to jump on him and take his cock down your throat-

Anyway.

You don't realize that you start crying (screw your ovulation hormones), but the tears mix well with the rain, the heavy feeling in your chest too much to bear as you think about how your lack of control over your lady parts could mean the end of the best friendship of your life.

It's then when you hear your name being called.

You stop in your tracks, then turn around harshly to see Yuta come to a full stop right in front of you. He's dripping wet as well, the hair dye leaving small red rivers on his cheeks and neck, but he does not seem to care one bit.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Yuta yells through the loud sound of fat raindrops hitting the concrete, and cars driving in the distance. The scene makes your heart drop. There are tears in Yuta's eyes as well, and you can't stop yourself from hugging him tightly. The warmth of his body provides you comfort, just as his slightly irregular breathing.

Quickly, you pull back. "You didn't," you shout back at him, and a grin spreads over Yuta's face, and it makes your heartbeat increase. "The thing is-"

"I like you."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

"I said, I like you."

"I understood, I just don't know what that means."

"I have feelings for you."

A blanket wrapped around your body that's slowly stopping its shivering movements, you stare blankly ahead. Yuta's in the kitchen, making some tea to warm your bodies from the inside, but if you're being honest, your insides are already hot enough. Hot with nervousness, hot with lust, and most importantly: hot with utter confusion.

Yuta having feelings for you sounds so absurd to your ears that you don't even want to think about it. For you, this feels like philosophizing about whether the Tooth Fairy is real or not at the age of 25. Platonic feelings, sure, maybe it's even sexual attraction that he's feeling, but real romantic feelings? It just doesn't seem logical, though this might be the part of you who's pushed your crush on him into the furthest corner of your heart to prevent it from breaking, so who knows if it's plausible or not.

Cutting through your train of thoughts, Yuta enters the room, steaming hot tea inside of cups in both of his hands that he sets onto the couch table, then he sits down next to you.

"Are you sure?"

"Sorry?"

"About your feelings," you say, eyes finally ripping away from the poor section of air you'd previously been staring holes into to look over at Yuta. A breath hitches in your throat at the sight, his red hair wet and messy, as well as his now hair dye stained white shirt that allows you to take in his beautifully sculptured torso.

"I am." Yuta nods.

"How?"

Yuta begins talking, starting from the very beginning. He says that he felt drawn to you ever since your first encounter in the lecture hall, started questioning the platonic nature of his love towards you around the time he first saw your tits, then recalls the sleepless nights he spent thinking about you. A big indicator was when you went on that Tinder date, and he questioned everything about himself for the whole night, questioning whether that's your type, questioning whether he should find this guy, befriend him, and adapt his persona so you'd like him like that too. Or how insanely jealous he felt when he saw Donghyuck's "nude" on your phone screen. The way he initiated sliding so many sexual innuendos into your daily conversation to make you get the hint that he wants you like that, so badly and so desperately, but he's fearing that you don't like him back, or will leave him sooner or later. Just like you. But he felt like never telling you would be worse, especially when you left so suddenly, and he thought he'd never see you again. He just needed to get it out.

After all is said, you stay silent for a hot minute, not believing what he's saying. There has to be something about this that you're not taking into account, but you've checked the date before, it's neither April 1st, nor is it "prank your friend by telling them you're in love with them"-day. Your silence seems to give Yuta a wrong impression as he sighs deeply, his head dropping as he apologizes.

Within seconds, your hands are on his cheeks, holding his face in them as if you'd touch him too roughly, he'd break. You study his face one last time, seeing nothing but genuine feelings of love and fear in the tears brimming in his eyes, so you decide to risk it all and press your lips against his. A little hesitantly, Yuta kisses you back, testing the waters before moving his hands to your hips, gently pulling you closer.

You breathe out shakily through your nose, feeling your heart beating roughly against the inside of your ribcage. The room is silent except for your gentle noises that fill the air as your lips move against Yuta's, getting bolder by the second. You feel a little uneasy, not because you don't like it, but because you're so insanely nervous. It's Yuta, your best friend with whom you've never felt shy ever in the entire time of knowing him, so you're unable to grasp the reason for that feeling. Maybe it's because it is Yuta who's kissing you right now, finally giving you what you've desired for so long. Maybe it's weird because it's the first time.

Your worries quickly fade into the back of your mind until all your senses can take in is Yuta, the sounds of gently humming he's letting out as he kisses you, the intoxicating scent of his cologne and that one special note that is just so Yuta that you don't know how to explain it, and the entirety of the way he feels moving against your body.

Not long after, he's pushed you back on the couch, hovering over your welcoming body. You've spread your legs for him to lay in between them, forming bulge pressing deliciously against your clothed core, but he doesn't rush things, not even when you begin grinding yourself against him.

Yuta wants to make sure you feel safe with him, alas he drags the foreplay out as long as he possibly can, gently touching you all over, kissing you throughoutly and whispering sweet nothings into your neck once his lips detach from yours.

It's you who has to take things further by pushing his shirt up his torso, urging him to push the piece of fabric over his head to reveal himself to you. He does, and it's not the first time you've seen him like this, but never so up-close and obviously never in this type of situation. Right now, his bellybutton piercing just hits different, and you feel the wetness seep into your underwear at how unbelievably hot and beautiful he is.

Yuta notices your staring and grins, gently pushing at your own shirt until you take it off as well. At the sight of your bare breasts, silver barbells adorning both of your nipples, it feels like it's the first time he sees them all over again. He finally manages to pull his eyes off of them, gazing into yours.

"Healed?"

You nod, too overwhelmed to trust your probably shaky voice, and you grab his hands to place them on your tits. Yuta hums out delightfully, kneading your breasts while gently flicking his thumbs over the piercings. You shudder at the touch, moans spilling from your mouth from how sensitive you are. Carefully, Yuta leans forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth and that's where you lose it, hands come flying to his hair to bury your fingers in them, pulling him closer as you feel the hot arousal clouding your senses and bulking up in your lower stomach.

You're sure, if he keeps going, you're going to cum from the nipple play alone.

Though, you want more, want to orgasm once he's inside you. A quivery whine of his name escapes your lips, and without any more words, Yuta understands. He kisses you again, then pulls back, expert fingers pulling your sweatpants off your legs.

"Are you okay with this?" Yuta meets your gaze, and you nod frantically, motioning grabby hands at him to come back into your arms. Yuta grins widely, hands roaming over your thighs on their way up to your panties. With another look seeking reassurance, he finally pulls the last piece of fabric off your body, leaving you bare for his eyes.

You don't even have time to feel insecure or nervous about what's to come as Yuta's all over you again within seconds. His hand strokes his way down between your legs. At the first touch of the pad of his fingertip to your folds, your hips buck against him, a desperate sigh coming out of you, making him smile. He keeps steady eye contact, smile fading into a look of pure lust as he slowly pushes a digit inside of you. Your heartbeat increases rapidly, the action so incredibly arousing that you immediately clench around his finger, eye brows scrunching together above needy eyes.

Gently, his finger feels around your walls, taking in how wet you are for him, massaging into your g-spot with expertise and you feel like cumming all over again. When he pushes another digit inside, your hands claw into his biceps. His gaze doesn't leave yours for even a second as he fingers you open, watching your reactions attentively to pick up on what motions you especially like.

"Does it feel good? You look so beautiful," Yuta whispers and you nod again, whining out desperately.

"Yes, feels so good. I want you in me."

"Want me to fuck you, yeah?" Yuta smiles kissing your cheek as you whine out another 'yes'. He pulls his fingers out of you, but not entirely away, not before he's circled around your clit a few times, riling you up even more.

He then discards of his shorts and boxers, throwing them somewhere into the room. Where exactly, you don't see as you focus on his dick. Your eyes widen, mouth falling agape as you take in the little sliver piercing adorning his tip.

"Dick piercing," you gasp before you can stop yourself, making Yuta laugh out.

"Do you like it?"

"I want you so bad."

"Do you have a condom?"

"No need, and I want you raw."

"Fuck," Yuta drags out the syllable, climbing on top of you once again. You can feel yourself clench in anticipation, spreading your legs even further while simultaneously grinding your hips upwards.

"Please, have me any way you want." That's all Yuta needs to finally push into you, piercing grazing along your walls and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes back at the insane stimulation, not wanting to break the eye contact that Yuta's once again created.

"You're so wet and warm and perfect around me, baby," he gasps once he's fully inside, the stretch having turned you on beyond belief once more, if that's even possible. You switch from his left eye to his right eye and back, trying to grasp the reality of him really, finally, being inside of you.

Slowly, Yuta pulls out, but not entirely, then slams his hips against yours. You cry out in pleasure, eyes closing briefly before you dare to look down between your bodies, watching the way Yuta repeats the action several times, though you get distracted by how absolutely stunning his abs look with the jewel sparkling between them.

"Do you like watching yourself get fucked, hm? I bet you are, you're so wet for me."

All you can do is whine and moan as he pushes your thighs further upwards, almost folding you in half to reach deeper.

"Shit, baby, you're clenching around me so hard. Does it feel that good? Did you want me that bad? You're so fucking sexy, can you imagine all the things I want to do to you? Do you feel it, how fucking hard you make me? All this time, all I wanted was this, and fuck was it worth the wait."

Yuta pounds into you harder, hitting your sweet spot dead on with every stroke, his piercing only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you're feeling. You really want to respond to him, want to tell him that you've wanted him too, so badly, and this is even better than any fantasy you've ever had about him, but all that comes out are broken moans and sobs as you near your high.

"Aw, baby, can't talk? Am I fucking you that good? That's all you, baby, taking me so well. Don't hold back, make as much noise as you want, I want everyone to hear who makes you feel this good, want them to know who you belong to."

"Don't stop- talking-" you manage to get out losing yourself in the craziness of Yuta's gaze, your orgasm so close you can already feel your senses vibrating inside you.

"Oh, you like it, yeah? Fuck, yeah you do, you're clenching around me, making a mess on my cock. So fucking wet, it's everywhere. I love it, God. Do you like it when I'm like this? Possessive of you, wanting everyone to know you're mine and mine only? Shit, I'm going to fuck you so good and so often that you can't even think about anyone else anymore."

"I'm gonna c-" you whimper, scrunching eyebrows giving you an almost innocent look as you hold onto Yuta for dear life, "gonna cum, fuck, you're making me cum."

"That's right, baby, cum for me. Yeah, that's it, fuck, you're clenching so hard you're almost pushing me out, that's so hot, baby. God, feels so fucking good, where do you want my cum?"

You're panting, heavily, trying to come back to your senses after a mind-blowing orgasm, "i-inside."

"You're so fucking dirty, shit," Yuta groans, burying his face in your neck to suck and bite at your skin, making your eyes roll back at the thought of him marking you as his.

"Cum in me, please, I've been dreaming of this for months," you confess, and it doesn't take long until he does, pushing his hips into yours harshly, filling you up nicely with his hot cum.

You lay there, catching your breaths for a second until Yuta lifts his upper body from yours, and you instantly miss his warmth. Though, when you look at him, it's almost worth it with how fucked out he looks, hair messy and cheeks tinted a gentle pink as he smiles at you.

"Fuck, I'm in love with you," you say before you can stop yourself, but Yuta kisses you, hard and desperately, making you grind yourself against him all over again. "Do you think you can go again?"

"With you, I can go on forever."

Playfully, you hit his shoulder, grinning widely. Whatever your worries had been, now you're sure that if you're with him, you can overcome anything. Whatever the future might have in mind for you, you're with him now, and nothing can change that.

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nct 127 reaction: their s/o falls asleep on another member

a/n: hello lol this was supposed to be seventeen but my brain couldnt rack up 13 different scenarios. I CANT PUT A CUT IM SORRY IM ON MY PHONE

Taeil

Taeil left you in the dorms to accompany some of his band members in buying dinner for fourteen people. Feeling bored from the lack of attention you were getting, you decided to pester the rest of the boys that stayed behind. Your target was Yuta, after playing with his hair and almost screaming his ear out, you started to feel doozy from your previous energy. He laughed at your state and offered himself as a pillow which you gladly agreed.

Taeil returned to the dorms to see you and Yuta tangled up on the sofa. He raised his brow before loudly dropping the bags of food on the coffee table which made the two of you jump apart.

“As much as that warms my heart, I only want Y/N to cuddle with me.”

Johnny

Johnny was too busy playing video games on his computer to pay attention to you. Not that you didn’t mind since he rarely had time to play when he was bush with work. Though you were lonely and tired, you decided to take a nap, spotting Haechan who was also starting to doze off on the sofa. You took a seat beside him and clutched a pillow on your arms. Your head began slowly dropping on Haechan’s shoulder which he only snuggled closer to.

You didn’t know how long you two were in that position until Johnny finished playing and walked out of the room to find you. He frowned at the sight of you getting comfortable with Johnny. Kneeling in front of you before shaking you lightly.

“Baby, wake up. Come on let’s get you to bed.” Johnny whispers before you pulled away from Haechan and accepted his hand as you both walked into his bedroom.

Taeyong

You seated in the car, stuck between Taeyong and Jaehyun, on your way to a fanmeeting venue. The traffic made you feel droopy, your head slowly falling on Jaehyun’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind since he too was in deep slumber, though Taeyong noticed your state, a frown on his lips when he saw.

Gently trying to pry you away from his band member, and onto him instead. At first you resisted but once you sensed his presence, you immediately cuddled up to his touch. Taeyong loosened up when you finally did. Feeling silly that he was about to be upset about the whole thing.

“Sweet dream, princess.”

Yuta

You were waiting for Yuta to return from the convenience store run he had to do since he lost a dare to his members. You didn’t know how long he’s been out but you started dozing off, seated at the sofa. Doyoung noticed your state, rushing to your side to keep you company but you ended up sleeping on him, figuratively and literally. Since you barely talked to him and just started leaning towards him. He decided to let you have your nap, sensing how tired you must be.

Yuta came home short after, spotting you leaning against Doyoung’s shoulder. He dropped the bags of food he held in his hand on the coffee table, making a loud noise which made you flinch away from Doyoung.

“Oh sorry, did I disturb you? Good.”

Doyoung

You were backstage, waiting for Doyoung to finish rehearsing his part of the concert. Jungwoo was there with you, keeping you company. He was rambling about something his members did when you noticed that you weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying. You were more of drooping at the sound of his voice. You occasionally hummed just to give the impression that you were still listening. But your body fell limp on top of his lap. He froze, not knowing what to do other than letting you have your well needed sleep.

Doyoung came walking in with a smile on his face but was immediately wiped off when he saw you. Not that he minded you sleeping on his members, but the way Jungwoo’s arms were wrapped around you made him frown. He walked closer and leaned down on you.

“Y/N, baby. Wake up, you can lean on me instead.” You happily detached from Jungwoo and reached for your boyfriend so that you could feel his warmth instead.

Jaehyun

You and Jaehyun were about to go on a date but he had a last minute schedule he had to attend to and he told you to wait for him at the dorms. You didn’t mind waiting especially since his members kept you company. Mark being the one to entertain you. He told you stories about tour and their concerts, even slipping in some embarrassing moments your boyfriend had. Though in the middle of your conversation, you felt your eyes slowly shutting, and Mark noticed this, offering his lap for you to rest on. Which you accepted, placing your head on it while the rest of your body sprawled on the sofa.

Mark must’ve dozed off as well because when Jaehyun came home, the sight of your arms around his waist didn’t faze him at all. Jaehyun thought of ways to wake you up without it showing that he was a tiny bit jealous of how you were fixated. Deciding to connect his phone to the speaker, playing one of their songs on max. He watched as you almost well off the sofa when you jumped awake.

“Oops? Was that too loud? You can continue your nap in my room, Y/N.” Jaehyun extended his hand for you to grasp on, and you did. Letting him guide you to his bedroom where you both laid down instead.

Jungwoo

You weren’t feeling the best and Taeyong noticed that. Jungwoo was too busy at his studio to realize that your temperature was heating up. Luckily Taeyong rushed to your side and asked if you were okay, even offering to take you home since you’ve just been sitting in their practice room for hours. Politely declining his offer, you told him that you just wanted to take a nap so he took a seat beside you and carefully pushed your head against his shoulder. You hummed as your eyes starting drifting asleep. Jungwoo came out of his studio about an hour later. Immediately looking for you.

After searching for a few minutes. He found you and Taeyong. Taeyong’s head was leaned on top of yours as your head placed on his shoulder. Something within him stirred when he saw how close you were with one another. Deciding to wake you up calmly.

“Y/N?” Jungwoo placed a hand on your arm, feeling your hot temperature. He didn’t waste time on waking you up. Taeyong explaining your situation, Jungwoo felt bad and immediately aided you til you felt better. “Let’s go home, baby. I’m sorry for making you wait.”

Mark

You were squeezed between Mark and Johnny, watching a movie that they picked. It was your weekly movie night with the boys, and you were already starting to doze off not even halfway through the movie. You eyes were drooping and your head slowly fell on Johnny’s shoulder. He didn’t pay any mind to it since it was something that you would often do, not just with him but with the rest of the boys too. You were an affection person. Mark on the other hand, pouted at the fact that you would rather sleep on his friend rather than your own boyfriend. He tried to squeeze his hand between your head and his shoulder but it was no use, and he didn’t want to wake you up. Deciding to let it go, with occasionally checking on you to make sure you won’t go any further.

“I never thought I’d see the day where my girlfriend is cuddling with another man.” Mark huffed.

Haechan

You were spending the rest of your day in their dorms, since your boyfriend invited you over. But Haechan was rather busy playing some video games with his band members, not that you minded, but you were bored out of your mind. Deciding to pester the first member to caught your eye, which happened to be Taeil. Sitting down beside him, he started to chatter you up, instead you felt yourself falling asleep at the sound of his voice. Your head dropped on his shoulder. Once he noticed that you were no longer conscious for the rest of his story, he kept his mouth shut and let you had your sleep.

Haechan got too stressed when his character kept dying so he finally decided to turn his game off and give you all his love. Walking into the living room, he saw you and Taeil in a rather close and comfortable position. His heart pumped against his chest. Watching as you laid there peacefully, with his band member’s arms wrapped around you. Kneeling in front of you, he carefully shook your sleeping figure.

“Princess, let me carry you.” You gave your approval and he carried you up to his room where he held you close.

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1•~Cuddles

2•~Holding hands

3•~When you hug him from behind suddenly

4•~When they see you cry

5•~When you fall asleep everywhere expect the bed Nct 127 (Ft Nct Dream +Shotaro &Sungchan)

6•~When you sit on their thighs Nct 127

7•~When you slap his butt

8•~Incorrect Quotes with Nct all units

9•~All Nct Unit: Last sentences when you break up

10•~When another member likes you

11•~When they yell at you in front of other members

12•~When you ask to make out with them

13•~When you ask them to decide between you or the ps5

14•~When you flinch during a fight

15•~When you try to dom them S

16•~When you make him a meal after a long day

17•~You surprising them for your anniversary but they forgot it 1° Part

18•~You surprising them for your anniversary but they forgot it 2° Part

19•~In bed S

20•~When you have a nightmare

21•~They saw your boyfriend treat you bad S/A

22•~Touch served soulmate (ft Wayv)

23•~When you cook for them but it tastes bad

24•~Taking care of their soulmate having period cramps (Random members)

25•~As Hybrids (All Unit Nct)

26•~Making a gesture/word for his partner on tv

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“His Gaze”

Mafia!Doyoung x chubby!blackfemale!Reader

Warnings: age gap, violence, cursing,smut, reader is stubborn ,mentions of illegal activities , unprotected s3x (wrap it befor you tap it kids)

NB: this is made up and is strictly for entertainment purposes i dont condone any of the violence or illegal activities mentioned.

This is an AU (Alternate Universe) fic. Doyoung in this fic is just a fictional character I don’t believe he is like this at all.

Synopsis

Y/N was average. average life; average grades Average looks. Average everything.

Doyoung didn’t think so, though. From the very first time he set his eyes on her, he thought she was "f*ckin' pretty."

He wanted her, f*cking hell He craved her... He wanted to claim her, and what Doyoung wants he gets.

Y/n’s life is about to get crazy, doing things she never thought she would, all because of ‘his gaze’

…………………………………………………………..

This is jus an idea I have y’all. Lemme know what y’all think…should I write it?

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Sweet Venom.

Warnings: Female!Reader x Any NCT member (according to your imagination), angst!au, non-idol!au, reader is an alcoholic, unhealthy marriage, the male is cheating on her, the member is mentally unstable asf, reader is mentally unstable af in a way too, profanities (not much tho ig?...), reader cries in the end.

Note: Italics in "double inverted commas": ongoing conversation

Italics: reader is thinking

Normal letters: narration

The reader first starts the conversation and the member and reader speak simultaneously.

Prompt: "I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Walking down the streets of Berlin, it's approximately 8:30 p.m. The bustling streets of the city are still full of life. A heavy backpack slung on one side of your shoulder, the first two buttons of your shirt unbuttoned with your tie hanging loose. Stumbling in your path, drunk, you just want to go home. As you fumble for the keys to your door, you suddenly drop something from your bag. A keychain. Specifically a keychain with initials on it. You kick it away somewhere.

After unlocking the door, you enter your house and lock the door. You kick your shoes somewhere and head to your room. Upon entering your room, a strange hit of nostalgia hits. A cabinet full of trophies, a heavy bunch of medals and certificates adorning the wall. Oh, what a kid I was, you thought. Now look at you, a working machine that runs 24/7 with little to no rest. You look at old pictures of yourself on the cabinet, smiling with your teeth on display. At least it's not fake.

Your younger self would've been proudly looking at you as the rich and successful woman she envisioned you as. But the current you isn't proud at all. Sitting in front of your computer on the topmost floor of your company, always working with a bunch of papers blocking your face, a failed marriage, all the youth evaporated from your face. You've forgotten about yourself, forgotten what happiness is, forgotten priorities. Did you forget your dear husband can still come into the house and see you in your heavily drunken state? Aren't you ashamed of picking another bottle of Hennessy from the cupboard in your kitchen and drinking straight from it?

"Why are you in my house again? To take the remaining of your stuff? If yes, then please be fast and get out."

"Just sign the papers and be out of my sight."

"So much for the man who himself was sleeping with another woman. And for the record, this is my house."

"You never gave time to us. She was there when I needed someone to stay by me, not you."

"So that's a good reason to break the vows you made in church? Remember who works harder."

"And that "who" forgets us. You've changed a lot. I love you very much, but she was just there."

"I think this proves that you were always unfaithful and ungrateful."

"You're moving from the fucking point."

"People who cannot express themselves properly stick to the usage of such crude words." You gulp the alcohol from the bottle.

"Still the woman who spits sweet venom even after being drunk. When will you stop this habit of returning home drunk?"

"It's my money. I can spend it as I want to."

"Baby, I left her. I want us to work out as we used to. I'll move back my stuff in."

Lies. That little stain of lipstick on your collar, a few long strands of the brunette's hair, her favorite perfume lingering on you, your puffy lips with a hint of pink on them, your hair ruffled. How much more lies will you feed me? You reek the smell of sex.

I don't think this will work out. I don't think we will work out."

Tears drop from the eyes of the man in front of you. He falls to his knees and hugs your legs while sobbing hard. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I love you very much, honey."

You feel disgusted. Same old empty words, all lies. What's the point of this man using his words when it's all fake? I can literally see her in your car outside.

"I'll sign the papers just as you said. Be out of my sight."

You pulled your legs from his grip. As you take the pen from your pocket, you sign the papers and throw them on his face.

"As I said, be out of my range of sight with the remaining of your stuff."

You took off the beautiful diamond ring adorning your hand and threw it on his face. Drinking does help with unsolicited feelings.

He picked up his stuff and the ring while exiting the house. Finally.

A feeling of odd peace hits you. You feel empty. Were we ever meant for each other? Was it worth it? At least we both spared each others' remaining happiness, you thought. You went inside your room. Opening the door of your large bathroom, you fill the bathtub and hop in with your clothes on and the bottle of alcohol in your hand. You let the tap run. You're wet head to toe now. You think about the fight earlier. ""Still the woman who spits sweet venom after being drunk?" You were my sweet venom, the one who seemed as sweet as sugar but turned out to be a serpent." A fresh stream of tears leave your eyes, dripping down your face as you keep chugging the alcohol down your throat.

"I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Author: help pls im a new writer 😭 i literally wrote this in 2 hours. forgive me if there is any error in the spellings. this story does seem very unclear without any context but somehow, it feels so right like this. I appreciate any support.

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