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xuxitheii · 2 years

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hey, i was wondering if you can write tr hcs for any character(s) you want, having a boyfriend that is like really deadpan and stuff like maybe suna rintarou from hq

also, i absolutely love your writing

ah ha, hey *bites lips* ya boy is back and it's been a full ass month 🏃🏃 I AM VERY SORRY ABOUT THIS, SCHOOL HAS GONE STAMPEDE MODE ON ME 👊😭 no but seriously, sorry about disappearing guys :( would not do it again, i'm gonna be posting more regularly soon (?) i don't know yet, but i'll try to get out some requests that has been dusting away in the drafts 😬😬 BUT ANYWAY, ENJOY!! and give this some love <3

佐野真一郎 - 佐野万次郎 - 黒川イザナ - 筆頭鶴蝶

— “i couldn’t care less if it’s loud or quiet”

he’s a menace — but goddamnit is he hot.

SHINICHIRO

this guy, right here? he knows nothing about volleyball. hell, he thought it was just some dudes passing a ball around to each other. he has zero to none interest in it, he just woah-ed whenever the other people do — he doesn’t know what’s happening, at all. but shinichiro was given the pleasure of attending a volleyball match, courtesy of wakasa who is actually into volleyball (he likes seeing those powerful spikes, alright).

and that was when he met him.

[L/N] [Y/N].

shinichiro was amazed — downright entranced — with the way he carries himself. the [H/C] haired boy was fast — too fast for him to comprehend. how did he go from one side of the court to another that quick? shinichiro said in disbelief, while wakasa laughed at the confusion blanketing his face.

number ten definitely caught his interest — perhaps his heart too, but shinichiro doesn’t know that, not yet.

what shocked him more, though? was the fact that wakasa knows him — we’re best friends, he said, with that signature smirk of his. and it was proven to be true when wakasa just walked casually to the bleachers where the team was after the match ended, fist bumping with the very same player he was ogling about just a few minutes ago. wakasa — that smirk of his tells him more than words could — introduced the two of them, “[Y/N], this is shinichiro, the guy i’ve told you about before.” and realization never could look more attractive on someone’s face to shinichiro up until that moment. wait, wakasa did what– “ah, so you’re shinichiro, huh?” number ten’s lips tugged upwards as his eyes narrowed teasingly, “you do look like a guy that would get beaten up a lot.”

shinichiro spluttered, his hands twitching around. as he whined to wakasa, just what had you told him?! you can’t just tell someone about that, wakasa! especially not to someone so attractive like him! wakasa laughed.

long story short, shinichiro was not prepared for a relentless tease and deadpan all at the same time. [L/N] [Y/N] seems to have taken a liking in teasing, insulting and mocking sano shinichiro.

and [L/N] [Y/N] seems to have taken a liking to sano shinichiro too.

MIKEY

he met [Y/N] through baji. the ravenette had dragged him to watch a volleyball match that he was so eager to see — he had talked about it for the whole week! and mikey was coincidentally free for the day, so why not? there’s nothing to regret here. and was that so true, mikey regrets nothing for coming to the match. because he gets to see him. the player with number ten on his back. mikey was enchanted — like one would react to a siren.

for the whole match, he focused on [H/C] hair and [E/C] eyes. there was something about him — perhaps it’s the way he seems uninterested enough in everything around him, maybe it’s the way he would taunt his opponents, or maybe, it’s the way those eyes seem to see through everything.

and when he smiled? mikey is sold.

right as the match finally ended, mikey walked right up to the [H/C] haired boy, a determination coating his dark eyes (poor baji was left to fend for himself). the one who noticed him first was the captain, the player with number one on his jersey, who lifted up his eyebrow in curiosity, who is this kid? “hey,” several heads snapped to look at him, but his focus was solely on him, the one who looked as if he couldn’t care less. “what’s your name?”

“ah? who are you, kid?” the boy tilted his head, mikey doesn’t mind the nickname at all, he just needs to know, “mikey, what’s yours?” does not answer the [H/C] haired’s question at all, but alright. “heh, looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer, [L/N],” his teammate teased, cackling afterwards, mikey’s eyes caught the number seven on his jersey. the still unnamed boy rolled his eyes, an insult shot at his teammate right after. the boy turned, finally regarding poor little mikey, who had been patiently waiting through the whole match to finally have a conversation with him.

“[L/N] [Y/N], nice to meet you, pipsqueak,” a playful and yet cocky smirk playing on his lips.

that doesn’t deter mikey, though. instead, he got something up his sleeves too.

“great! from now on, you’re my friend, okay? ♡”

well, they end up being more than friends, actually.

IZANA

a menace and a menace, what could be more compatible, eh?

izana’s true emotions are never shown on his face — when he was little, it does, but now not an ounce of it was shown. but there’s an exception to that. and it comes in the form of his lover, [L/N] [Y/N].

ever since they met, izana can’t help but show his irritation towards the other boy. one meeting and izana already disliked him. from the way he wouldn’t regard izana at all to the way he looks down on izana with that irritatingly attractive smug smirk. he’s just so irritating, dammit! a small voice in his head says, you just find him attractive, izana.

so damn irritating, izana thought.

but strangely (not), izana keeps hanging around him anyways. to annoy him, he reasoned out — but we all know better. izana stays with him, despite complaining and sneering at everything the boy does. and [Y/N]? he finds it downright amusing. [Y/N] can see through people easily, not to mention his scarily accurate instinct, so he knows why exactly izana acts the way he does. but nevertheless, [Y/N] plays along to izana’s rhythm.

he can wait until the boy admits it himself — after all, love can’t be forced, right?

what drove izana to confess is the ugly green monster, known as jealousy. izana knows the [H/C] haired boy plays volleyball — heck, he was smacked by one at their first meeting — but what he doesn’t know is the abundance of admirers the boy has. and how touchy the people around him can get. and what’s worse is the fact [Y/N] couldn’t care less! he never shoves off the girls and boys clinging to him ([Y/N] smirked at the way izana’s eye twitched), he entertained the flirts people thrown at him ([Y/N] doesn’t actually, he just let them speak, but izana’s misunderstanding is fun to watch) and, purposely feeds into their hungry eyes (if wiping away your sweat on a towel, and sometimes your own shirt, is considered to be ‘feeding into their hunger’, then more than half of the planet is a player, [Y/N] mused).

izana had loudly dropped the confession in the middle of a practice match — thank god it’s not an official one — his eyes burning with masked passion and if you look a little closely, nervousness. the [H/C] haired boy can’t help but to feel stunned for the slightest of second, and then he regained his cool back and threw a lopsided smile at the violet eyed boy, “my, interrupting in the middle of practice is rude, no?” a soft cackle left his lips,

“i’ll get back to you later, i-za-na-kun ♡”

[Y/N] does get back to him later on, immediately calming down the annoyed delinquent with a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips — their eyes meeting in [E/C] clashing with violet.

KAKUCHO

kakucho is terrified of [L/N] [Y/N].

no, it’s not because the boy is a ruthless killer or something — though, with those insults and sharp glare, he might as well be one. it’s because of what is stored in the boy’s phone. what could it be, you ask? dirt. so much dirt. there’s so much dirt on practically everyone that kakucho knows of, there’s tons of the ones he didn’t know too.

kakucho was mortified with his findings. [Y/N] had let him use his phone while he went and made some food for the two of them (they’re hanging out at the [H/C] haired boy’s house). and like any other nosy teenagers, kakucho decided to go into his gallery — and he was promptly smacked with dozens of folders, each titled with names. everything is arranged neatly, professionally even, as if it’s a top tier secret. and a top tier secret it was.

from ugly sleeping photos to literal crime scenes, it was stored in his lover’s phone. there were even some of kisaki. kisaki! the most overly careful person kakucho knows! he doesn’t know how [Y/N] gets all of this, but he’s terrified nonetheless.

at that very moment, kakucho understands why the boy is in a team represented by foxes — sly and cunning.

kakucho shuddered, if this phone were ever to fall into the wrong person’s hands, everyone on this list might as well kiss good byes to their current life. so much blackmail in such a small device.

despite all this, kakucho knows [Y/N] wouldn’t use it for his own good — the boy is too uncaring to use tricks like this. he doesn’t know why exactly [Y/N] is collecting all of these, but his best guess is to blackmail all of these people to buy him food. [Y/N] is quite reluctant in using his own money to buy food after all (but he never hesitates on buying kakucho anything he showed even the slightest interest in, though).

so, despite feeling the horror rush earlier, all kakucho felt now was fondness towards the other boy, but also exasperation since he had worried over nothing. he knows his lover would only asks for dumb things or food if he ever were to use these ‘blackmails’. despite his cunningness, [Y/N] had sauntered his way into kaku’s heart with his personality and charms (and also boyish smirk and a way too heavenly of a laugh). kakucho doubts that the boy would suddenly become a villain.

and when [Y/N] came back with a plate of kakucho’s favorite dish, and a knowing glint in his eyes, lips tugged in an amused grin, kakucho knows he’s caught.

“so, what’s with the over abundance of dirt?”

“food money.”

with kakucho’s head shakes, [Y/N] let out a silent relieved sigh, at least kakucho didn’t see the album filled with lovely and endearing pictures of him.

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baconnotbaekhyun · 3 years

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⏱ HENDERY : 12AM - 1AM | NCT 24hr RELAY CAM [+ Xuxi dropping by to say Hi 🙋‍♂️]

+ A paper heart from Hendery 🤍

[13/23]

#wayvnet #wayv #nct #hendery #Ik henderys relay cam was long ago but im like 8 members behind and i want to go in order ehehehe #huang hendery #xuxi #wayv lucas #wayv hendery #nct lucas #nct hendery #my gifs #nct relay cam #nct 24hr relay cam #wayv heart #nct heart

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d3monicas · 5 years

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yes i have thoughts. yes they make me insane

#i got the baek pc altho i ordered xuxi album..

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puffstickers-moved · 5 years

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let the games begin- are you ready for it ?

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jenomark · 5 years

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Hey! I saw a thing about nicknames the other day and i want to know if you call the members by their real name or not or if you have your own nicknames for them. 💖

Taeil: Sometimes I refer to him as Il-ie like the other members do. My cutesy nickname for him is Moon Pie! Johnny: I call him Johnny. I’ll refer to him as John if I’m talking to a Johnny stan. Occasionally, I will refer to him as Big Foot. Taeyong: Taeyong. Yong. Yongie. Tyong. Teddy Bear Jelly. Yuta: I’ll call him Yuta, or Yutie.Kun: When I’m not calling him Kun, I refer to him as my Soulmate (platonic), or my other half (but in Hangul).Doyoung: I never call him Dongyoung, because it feels weird. I always call him Doyoung. Lately I’ve been calling him Do-ie, or Do (pronounced like Dough).Ten: I just call him Ten. 😂Jaehyun: I call him Jaehyun. Jae, or if I’m really feeling it: ”Fuck, why are you so attractive?”WinWin: Very rarely will I call him Sicheng. I call him chicken a lot, or Win. Jungwoo: I always properly pronounce his name (without the W). Other than that, I call him String Bean, Baby, Woo or WooWoo (with the W), Boyfriend etc.Lucas: I’ve noticed that I only call him Lucas when I’m talking about him with other Nctzens. I call him Xuxi. Mark: Mark. Baby Boy, “My Man”, Dumbass (I insult people as a show of affection), Nerd boy, Markie, Merk, Mork, Mak, Marcus. Xiaojun: I call him by his stage name the most, or variations of it. Xiaojunie.Hendery: Sometimes I call him by his birth name, but I really like the name Hendery, so I use that the most. Renjun: I say his name how Mark says his name because Mark’s accent is similar to my own and this way I know I have the pronunciation right. Injun. Renjunie.Jeno: Mostly Jeno. Sometimes Jen. Haechan: I call him Donghyuck 50% of the time. I like the meaning of Haechan, so I use both. I would say that I use Donghyuck more when I am in my feelings. Hyuck. Duckie. Haech, Full Sun, Haechannie etc.Jaemin: Jaemin, Jaem. Jaeminnie. NaNa.YangYang: I call him YY a lot.Chenle: LeLe. My Son. Jisung: Cheesesung. Sungie. My son.

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xuxizeus · 5 years

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I’m gone

#nct #lucas #i feel so attacked #DOES HE WANT ME DEAD?#seems like it #wong yukhei #huang xuxi #vogue korea #december issue #IM GOING TO NEED THIS #but i hate ordering magazines #theyre so heavy #so EMS is like 18377282 dollars #😭😭😭😭#nct china

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atinymoonbeam · 5 years

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It’s 3am on a finals weeknight and here I am screaming about Lucas.

#glad to see that my priorities are in order #but seriously i should go to sleep #however i cannot do that when mr. wong is out here commiting crimes #like being rude #and not wearing a helmet #wayv: xuxi #alispeaks

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; 𝘅. 𝗱𝗲𝗷𝘂𝗻

PAIRING: xiao dejun x male reader

GENRE: smut, fluff, crack¿

CONTENT WARNINGS: extremely sexual content, harsh language, use of degrading terms, stereotypes, dom!top!male reader, sub!bottom xiaojun, face fucking, rimming, anal sex, slapping, sir kink, unprotected intercourse, choking, dacryphilia, passing out from sex, poorly written smut.

SYNOPSIS/SUMMARY: being younger and a complete opposite of your boyfriend, xiaojun, you were always seen as the submissive one, but it's not good to stereotype people, because there are some things that happen more than what meets the eye.

REQUESTED BY: jaeyong_sucker

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this isn't the greatest but i tried my best. also, this is my first time writing a top male reader. feedback is always appreciated <3.

"xiao dejun — a man of appeal."

that is how most people perceive xiaojun of wayv, and you can't blame them for it; with his toned body, very masculine voice, and sensual aura surrounding him, there is no denying that your boyfriend is a very charismatic man.

it might seem that that perception can cause no issue. well, for other's, there's none, but for you, it's amusing to think about how others, specifically his bandmates, perceive him as the dominant one in your relationship. of course, you wouldn't like that, especially since he's the one who's begging you repeatedly to ruin him in bed.

tonight was no exception in the group's dorms, where they were once again stereotyping your relationship with xiaojun.

"man, i tell you, y/n is the bottom one in their relationship. i can never see him as the dominant one, i mean— look at him he's timid as hell," stated lucas, not even noticing that you're eavesdropping from the doorframe of your shared room with your lover.

you might wonder how he came up with these assumptions. to begin with, your physique is more feminine; slim waist, visible curves, and so on; and you're also known in the group as someone who is timid and shy around various people, whereas xiaojun, as previously stated, is the polar opposite of these said attributes.

"yukhei, you know it's not nice to talk about someone's relationship like that," kun lectured but lucas didn't seem to care about it.

"i have to agree with xuxi on this one, though; i can't imagine y/n confidently touching dejun's dick," yangyang chimed in.

and that was the start of the verbal chaos within the dorms. sighing, you walked back to your bed where xiaojun was laying, passing time through his phone.

xiaojun also heard the conversation outside, so he decided to also annoy you with it.

"don't worry about it, love," he teased, "i mean, what they're saying is true, i'm the dominant one here," but you were having none of it. you gave him a menacing look, as if your gaze could easily kill someone that caused him to quiver slightly.

"you're gazing at me like that'd change anything," he continued with a slight chuckle.

you approached him with the same expression on your face, saying nothing, and as you approached him, you grabbed his neck loosely and pulled his face close to yours.

'oh no,' he thought.

"why don't we just make a good use out of that cocky mouth of yours, slut? on your knees," you commanded.

if xiaojun had known that this'd happen, he wouldn't have provoked you in any way, but being the desperate cocksleeve he is, he immediately complied to your orders as soon as you let go of his neck.

he got down on his knees in front of you and began removing your sweatpants and underwear. your cock slammed into his face, slapping him in the process. xiaojun grabbed your cock and started sucking the leaking tip. he then proceeded to bobble his head up and down, drawing your length to his warm mouth. he swirled his tongue around your hard shaft while moaning shamelessly. his tongue and the vibrations caused by his erotic moans delighted you to the heavens, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

xiaojun smirked to himself as he continued to suck you off like that, knowing he was doing good. His ego grew as he believed everything was going his way, but it wasn't until you broke it by facefucking him into oblivion. xiaojun's core churned with mixed emotions: disappointment because he wasn't able to please his dom through his ways; and ruttish seeing how aggressive you are right now; but nonetheless, he couldn't help but submit to you right now and let you do whatever you want with him.

the room that was once quiet was now being filled with loud groans and gagging noises, and at this point, there was no way the two of you couldn't be heard outside.

you were getting close to your high after what seemed like an eternity — for xiaojun, at least. you increased the speed of your thrusts, causing xiaojun to choke uncontrollably. your cum spurted inside his mouth as you moved to slam your cock into him a few more times.

"AAAAHH," you grunted, teasing him even more, "oh c'mon, 'daddy' swallow my cum for me," you said.

"is this the 'daddy material' they've been talking about? who's the dominant one here now, hm? pathetic. look at you being such a nasty slut for my cock," you continued to mock as you observed his helplessness under your command.

you chuckled as you climbed onto the bed and plopped down on the pillows. "what are you waiting for?" you demanded, "sit on my face, my bitch." he quickly stripped off all of his clothes and did exactly what you said.

once he had sat comfortably on your face, you almost immediately began skillfully eating his ass out, your tongue never failing to lick all of the nerves that sent xiaojun's eyes rolling to the back of his head. a wet muscle entered xiaojun's hole, and he let out a long, deep groan of pleasure. you continued to devour him as if you were a ravenous, starving beast, and your boyfriend had come without your permission as a result.

saying nothing, you progressed to rim him more at a relentless pace as a punishment, overstimulating him in the process.

"ah— y/n— wait! I just came—" he protested, but was cut off when you spanked his bum, "is that how you should address me?" you inquired.

"ah—i'm sorry, sir!"

"good boy. i'll reward you for that, lay on your back,"

and, alas, he followed your instructions. you climbed on top of him and cupped his face gently. "are you okay with everything? i'm sorry, but i don't think i'll be able to control myself any longer. just say your colors, okay?" you inquired.

"y-yes, sir." your lover consented. "do you want to be prepped?" you questioned once again.

"no, sir. i've touched myself earlier before you came over." he audaciously admitted, which earned him a raised eyebrow reaction from you.

with a menacing cackle, you responded, "really? how brazen of you. is my dick not enough to fill up your slutty fuckhole?"

you lubed your hard cock with spit and pushed your way through his hole without warning, your girth stretching his asshole enough to make him release a quick yelp of surprise due from the sudden stretch.

"you ok there? color?" you worriedly inquired to which xiaojun replied meekly, "g-green. green, sir."

after receiving the latter's affirmation, you began moving slowly to allow him to adjust to your cock and gradually increased your speed over time, enabling xiaojun to grow fully accustomed to you.

you carried on fucking his ass out to oblivion, but to xiaojun's bemusement, you're doing him at a pace slower than you'd normally do.

"fuck— harder, sir! i want you to rearrange my guts! please, don't worry about me anymore, just please— ah—," he begged.

something with his words pulled a trigger inside you, which led you to pull out of your submissive and flip him on all fours. you once again started slamming your member into him, but now at an uncaring speed that caught him off guard.

"this is what you wanted right, dirty slut? i'll give it to you then." taunted by you as your cock started to hit his prostate hard enough to get him moaning every time you push in.

not long after, xiaojun came again. "s-sorry, sir— i couldn't control—" he apologized but you cut him off, saying, "shh, just cum whenever you want to, but i'll still use you 'till i'm satisfied, ok?", to which he nodded in response.

——

2 more rounds later, xiaojun has tears now streaming down his cheeks from his half-lidded eyes, caused by overstimulation and the overwhelming sensation of mixed pleasure and pain from you abusing his prostate and his ass getting slapped simultaneously.

as you approached your climax, your movements and breathing became unsteady, and xiaojun remained a dumb moaning mess under your control. you used this opportunity to grab his hair and pull his head close to yours, whispering the filthiest words he'd ever heard. You filled him up for the third time this night after one final thrust.

you pulled away from xiaojun and began to stand up when you noticed he was very tired. you assisted him in finding a comfortable position and laid beside him. "you did good for me, baby. i'm sorry for being rough. we'll clean up tomorrow, yeah?" you whispered, to which he responded with a tired nod as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

that night was full of cuddles, sweet praises, and compliments from you, in stark contrast to the unforgiving and careless intercourse you both had that night.

EXTENDED ENDING.

"FUCKING SHIT SLOW DOWN, MY ASS HURTS!" xiaojun yelled as you assisted him sit on the couch.

"i know. i'm sorry, hyung. aish i shouldn't have went that rough last night. i'm sorry," you apologized.

"don't apologize, y/n. he deserved it for being so fucking loud last night. i couldn't sleep, you horny dogs!" ten walked in unexpectedly, to which you apologized again, this time embarrassed.

"i never knew y/n could wreck you like that dude," hendery teased, "but who knew, of all people, xiaojun would be the receiving one." he continued with a laugh.

"pay up," winwin said to lucas, who had been grumpy since losing the bet on the dom-sub dynamics of your relationship.

and that was the start of a tumultuous day. laugh here, teasing right there; a tomato-red — non-walker — xiaojun, your embarrassed self, and a facepalming kun.

THE END. I HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT!

#kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #wayv x male reader #nct x male reader #male reader #idol x male reader #xiaojun x male reader #top male reader

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching.

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

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it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough.

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection.

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish.

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

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monetary value. (m) | richkid!mark

pairing: richkid!mark x richkid!reader

words: 8k+

summary: falling in love with mark lee is not as easy as it seems. especially when you’re both engaged to other people.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, creampie, kind of infidelity, little exhibitionism, office sex, riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation

thank you for 1400 followers!!

you fall in love with mark lee in the summer of 2018.

it’s short but blissful — filled with longing gazes, soft whispers and the crisp trepidation that it would all be taken away from you someday.

and it was. you watch as mark loops his arm around mina’s waist, smiling for the cameras as the flashes drown their figures. you throw back your glass of champagne and you feel someone grasp your arm.

your brother, jaehyun, is giving you a warning look. “don’t cause a scene,” he hisses down at you. you roll your eyes at him.

it wasn’t your choice to separate and it wasn’t mark’s either. you two had obligations that you needed to return to — mark’s being mina and yours being yukhei. you’ve both been engaged for several years in order to bring your respective companies success, and falling in love with someone else was never in the cards for you.

yukhei was a lovely, gentle soul, but he wasn’t what you wanted. you wanted it to be that summer all the time. you wanted to feel mark’s hand grip yours at the local cafe. you wanted him to greedily kiss you on the sand while the waves crash against the shore. you wanted his fingers to brush away strands of your hair while he gently makes love to you underneath the moonlight.

you and mark ended things once summer was over. you both knew you couldn’t carry on with what you were doing after being betrothed to other people. you returned to yukhei with a heavy heart, and your fiancé remained oblivious, simply overjoyed to have you back home with him.

jaehyun is the one of the only people who knows of the affair. you tell your brother everything as you know you can trust him wholeheartedly. he also keeps you firm and grounded, reminding you of your place in this socialite world.

“i’m not causing a scene,” you reply to your brother. he gives you a hasty look.

you spot yukhei walking over and jaehyun disappears, leaving you with your fiancé. yukhei has his signature smile painted on his lips, coming to your side and offering you another glass of champagne.

“this place is nice, isn’t it? i was surprised at first when chenle decided to buy it, but now i can see why,” he murmurs to you.

your eyes roam around the expansive building, topped with a golden chandelier and dozens of socialites roaming about, sipping champagne and speaking frivolously to one another. zhong chenle, a close friend of yukhei, bought the building a couple of years ago and today was the grand opening of the new remodel. yukhei was more than excited this morning to attend, having been stuck at his father’s office for the past month working on the merger with your family.

“it’s very pretty,” you remark, your eyes once again finding mark’s figure. he speaks to na jaemin with a wide smile, his arm still snug around mina’s waist.

yukhei hums next to you. “chenle wanted to have dinner with us tomorrow night. i think jisung might tag along too. what do you think?”

you offer your best smile to him. “sounds great, yukhei.”

he beams back at you. you wish you could love yukhei as much as he clearly loves you. but no, your heart still lays with the man across the room.

“i’m going to go to the restroom,” you announce, handing him your champagne glass. he nods and after you step away, you hear kunhang approach him and ask him about how things are going at the company.

you need to breathe. you’re not trying to cause a scene of any kind like jaehyun thinks you are, but you need to be more loving and faithful to yukhei so that everyone is convinced by this sham of a marriage. mark plays his part well, and you need to do the same.

you’re staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror when mina walks in, pausing at the sight of you. you know that mina knows what happened between you and mark that summer, considering mark couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.

she doesn’t say a word when she stands next to you, fixing her hair in the mirror. your fingers grip the sink as the silence passes, tension filling the air.

“i’m sorry.”

you refuse to look at her as she makes her apology.

“you have nothing to apologize for,” you mutter back to her. she shakes her head.

“i do. i wish things were different, i really do.”

you can hear the sympathy in her voice, but you don’t want any part of it. you’re grateful that mina understands in some way instead of revealing your secrets to yukhei, but the emotion is overpowered by the feeling of jealousy that mina gets to be the one to go home with mark at the end of the day.

you exit the bathroom with a heavy heart, trying to find yukhei in the midst of the crowd. you’re stopped by naeun, who smiles gently at you and pulls you to the side.

“are you alright?”

naeun has been engaged to your brother since she was seven, but the only difference between their relationship and yours was that naeun and jaehyun actually loved each other. naeun acted as a sibling to you, and you didn’t mind jaehyun telling her your secrets from time to time because she was so understanding. she was constantly checking up on you to make sure you and yukhei were doing alright. most of the time, yukhei was but you were not.

“i’m doing fine, naeun.”

she frowns at your lie. her eyes flit over to where mark is standing, mina rejoining his side.

“he doesn’t love her.”

you shake your head. “it doesn’t matter.”

you find yukhei next to xiaojun and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, causing his whole face to light up at your affection.

this is where you belong. you simply can’t afford to think otherwise.

—

“i was thinking we could go to paris for your birthday. i know a few friends who live there.”

you smile at yukhei, who is eagerly leaning across the kitchen counter to speak to you. he looks like a kid on christmas day as he talks about your birthday plans.

you honestly didn’t want to do anything lavish this year. usually, your parents pay for some expensive trip as compensation for not giving a fuck about you. since you’re living on your own with yukhei now, they don’t really feel guilty anymore when they forget about you.

you’ve liked your past birthdays, most of them being spent in spain or italy. your favorite birthday was in athens, where jaehyun had first introduced you to mark.

you shake the thought out of your head to respond to yukhei.

“xuxi, i don’t really want to go anywhere this year. staying at home would be nice.”

he frowns. “that’s not fun! come on, this is the perfect time to take a vacation. we can go anywhere you’d like.”

you finish up the remains of your lunch and put the dishes in the sink. yukhei is adamant on following you out of the kitchen and into the living room. you lean down to pick up your laptop sitting on the couch but he stops you.

he has a serious gaze planted on his face and he sighs.

“i know you don’t really want to be married to me,” he whispers.

you avoid his stare. “what are you talking about?”

“i can see right through you, y/n. i’ve known you long enough.” he pauses, his fingers running over your hand gently. you still refuse to look at him, knowing you’ll only see the desperation in his eyes. “just give me a chance? i don’t want you to be stuck with me if you’re going to be unhappy.”

“i’m not unhappy, xuxi.”

“you are. i know you are.”

you exhale and he takes a step back from you so you can breathe.

“just let me throw you this party, okay? i promise it’ll be fun.”

and you feel bad. you feel awful because yukhei’s known this whole time that you’ve never loved him.

“okay.”

two weeks later, you find yourself in the heart of paris. yukhei made all of the arrangements fairly quickly, the both of you rooming in an apartment next to his friends, ten and yangyang. you know absolutely nothing about your party, and yukhei intends on keeping it that way.

he’s been doting on you since the plane landed in france, taking you to all of these art galleries and finding multiple bakeries to soothe your sweet tooth. you can tell yukhei is trying his hardest to change your mind, but everywhere you go, you see mark.

you see him as lovers pass by you, holding hands and smiling at one another affectionately. you see him as you gaze up at the eiffel tower, the lights shining down on your figure. you even see him when you look at yukhei, wishing mark was beside you instead.

you think back to that summer in greece when you first fell in love with him.

“you’re a little clumsy for a billionaire’s son, aren’t you?”

mark rolls his eyes at your teasing and you giggle. his cheeks redden as the both of you lean down to wipe up the coffee mark spilled all over the floor.

mark left the balcony door open so the breeze could flow inside but when a gust of wind throttled him, he spilled his morning coffee everywhere. he was such a klutz, yet you could never stay mad at him for long.

“the wind is really strong today, okay?”

you laugh again, throwing the soggy paper towels in the trash. you stand up and kiss him gently.

“you’re so silly.”

he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. “but you love me anyway.”

you chuckle. “i guess i do.”

“so what do you think?”

you’re taken out of your daydream by the sound of yukhei’s voice. the both of you are sitting outside of a cafe, enjoying the gentle breeze of paris.

“sorry, what did you say?”

yukhei laughs softly at you. “about dropping by ten’s art gallery tonight? he’s been working really hard on his latest collection.”

“oh,” you murmur, breaking off a piece of the croissant yukhei bought you. “yeah, that sounds nice.”

he nods at your answer and takes a sip of his cappuccino. the two of you eat and drink in silence and although you find it comforting, you can tell his mind is swirling. he’s clearly troubled by your indifference to him. you’ve tried to make it better over the past few days, holding his hand and giving him kisses on the cheek here and there. he knows, however, that you don’t really mean it.

later that night, you slip on your favorite red dress from versace and pair it with some black louboutins. yukhei waits for you by the door, beaming when you approach him.

“you look beautiful,” he comments, sliding your jacket over your shoulders.

“thanks, xuxi.”

the car ride to the gallery is spent in silence, and you realize most of your interactions with yukhei consist of this now. you hate it because you and yukhei used to talk so freely, but you can tell he considers this trip to be a turning point in your relationship.

when you arrive at the venue, yukhei quickly jogs over to open your door for you, and you smile as you take his hand and step out of the car. you thank the driver and loop your arm through yukhei’s, walking slowly up the steps to the gallery.

“have fun tonight,” he murmurs to you. you furrow your eyebrows at his odd statement, but it all comes clear to you once yukhei swings open the door.

you’re drowned in a chorus of surprise! and you’re in shock by the sight before you. all of the people who run within your circle are gathered in this small art gallery, huddled together as streamers fall down from the ceiling.

naeun and jaehyun approach you first, both of them offering a hug.

“happy birthday!”

even though your birthday wasn’t for another two days, you figure this was part of the illusion of yukhei’s surprise.

“how did you guys get here?” you ask, still a little frazzled by everyone’s appearance.

naeun giggles at you. “xuxi arranged everything!”

“yeah, isn’t that nice of him?” jaehyun questions. you know what he’s implying, but you ignore it.

more of your friends envelop you into their arms, giving you happy birthday greetings or complimenting your appearance. you smile at all of them, accepting their kind words as you try to get through everybody. you feel a little overwhelmed by the attention but you do your best to thank everyone for coming.

it probably wasn’t a hassle for most of them to fly to paris on such short notice, given most of your friends like taking spontaneous trips anyway. you’re pretty sure yuta was just in new york yesterday with sicheng.

you lose yukhei again in the crowd, rina pulling you aside and asking how your romantic getaway with yukhei has been. all of your friends seem to buy into your blossoming relationship, and they have no reason not to.

“everything’s going great, rina,” you smile tightly.

she grins and clutches your arm. “it’s so sweet how he did all of this for you! i would die if i was in your place.”

you nod and laugh, ignoring the guilt pooling in your stomach. you know that no matter how nice yukhei treats you and how hard he tries to be the man you want, you can never love him the way he wants to be loved. you can never have what your brother and naeun have.

rina leaves you to get a glass of champagne and that’s when you hear him.

“happy birthday.”

your back stiffens. you can identify that voice anywhere. it’s the same voice that used to sing you to bed, strumming his guitar gently as his gentle hums lull you to slumber. it’s the same voice that asked you if you would wait for him when the seasons changed. it’s the same voice who whispered sweet nothings to you during those late nights when it was only you and him.

you turn around to look at him. mina’s right by his side, looking a little uncomfortable by the interaction.

he looks as handsome as ever — wearing a suit from armani’s latest collection. your eyes focus on the cufflinks he’s wearing, the same pair you bought him for his birthday two years ago.

his gaze is heavy and you feel trapped underneath it. was it possible for him to be your biggest daydream and your greatest nightmare all at once?

“thank you,” you clear your throat. “i’m glad you both could make it.”

you fail to decipher the look in his eyes. you feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the room except you and him. mina averts her gaze, feeling as if this is too intimate for her to see.

mark whispers delicately to you, but you swear that he’s screaming.

“we wouldn’t miss it.”

—

it’s two hours later when you feel completely exhausted, walking outside to catch some fresh air. you’ve talked to yukhei only once since the party’s started. he’s been distracted by ten and yangyang, all three of them laughing and catching up with one another. you have no problems with this considering it’s the happiest you’ve seen yukhei in weeks.

you settle down on the outdoor steps, sighing softly and gazing at the night sky.

you hear the door open but you figure it’s just doyoung leaving early. he usually has morning meetings but he always makes sure to attend these gatherings for his friends.

you’re surprised when you catch mark in the corner of your eye, taking a seat beside you. you freeze, not really sure exactly what he’s doing.

“we could’ve made it work.”

you pause for a few seconds before responding.

“no, we couldn’t have.”

he chuckles and shakes his head, staring down at the concrete steps. you bring your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on top of them.

to have mark this close to you after so long — it felt both terrifying and freeing at the same time.

“we should’ve left,” he whispers. you hear the crack in his voice and you shut your eyes. “that night in plaka. we should’ve run away. you’re not supposed to be with him and i’m not supposed to be with her.”

“you’re wrong,” you murmur, feeling choked up already. “we were always meant to be with them. xuxi would’ve searched for me if i had left-“

“bullshit,” mark hisses, turning to face you now. you keep your eyes closed but you can feel his stare burning through the side of your head. “look at what yukhei’s done just to make you happy. you honestly think he wouldn’t let you go if he knew it’s what you wanted?”

you can feel a tear slip out and you sniffle, wiping it away frantically with the back of your hand. mark’s heart breaks at the sight of you crying.

“i don’t want to argue with you,” you whisper breathily. “what’s done is done. you get married to mina and i get married to yukhei. that’s how it was always supposed to go.”

you think mark will leave then, but he stays by your side, eyes staring up at the moon. you can hear the tremble in his voice the next time he speaks.

“i fucking miss you. i miss you so fucking much, you don’t even understand,” he says, hands balling up into fists. “i wish we could go back. remember that night we met in athens? you looked straight out of heaven, i swear. i knew i wanted you then. just like how i want you now.”

“stop,” you mutter. “stop saying those things.”

“why? it’s the truth,” he scoffs.

you feel a burst of anger flare in your chest. your eyes flutter open and you glare at him.

“you think i don’t miss you either? you think that that summer meant nothing to me? fuck, mark, i think about you all the goddamn time. i think about you when i’m supposed to be thinking about yukhei. when i’m supposed to be marrying him, not you.”

the door swings open again and you both turn to see who it is. yukhei walks out, his face confused by the sight of your teary eyes. he rushes over, leaning down and checking on you.

“hey, you okay? what happened?”

“nothing,” you smile at him, giggling a little to reassure him. “i just drank too much champagne. mark was out here comforting me.”

mark looks frustrated by your words, and he’s clearly not liking the fact that yukhei’s trying to take care of you. his hands are still balled into fists as he stands up. he puts on his best grin for yukhei to see.

“just wanted to make sure the birthday girl has a good time,” he assures. you watch as he walks back into the building, his figure disappearing into the sea of bodies.

“you sure you’re okay?” yukhei murmurs, checking you over again. he’s never really seen you cry and he’s honestly panicking a little on the inside.

you put on your best smile once again.

“i’m fine.”

—

“mark, this is my sister, y/n. y/n, this is mark.”

you smile at the man jaehyun has presented before you. you’re a little tipsy and you quickly adjust the birthday girl tiara that’s threatening to fall off your head. jaehyun laughs at your ridiculousness.

“nice to meet you, mark lee. my brother talks so fondly of his soulmate.”

mark chuckles out of embarrassment, the tips of his ears growing red. “ah, jaehyun just jokes about that.”

jaehyun rolls his eyes. “don’t act like we weren’t meant to be, mark.”

mark’s cheeks grow redder if it was even humanly possible. you giggle at his cute nature. jaehyun is soon whisked away by johnny, who is asking your brother to play beer pong with him. you snicker at their antics.

you’re left alone with mark, and to be perfectly honest, he’s a little awkward. a little too awkward to be a big shot ceo.

“aren’t you supposed to be the heir of lee enterprises?” you shout over the blaring music. it’s only fitting that jaehyun chose a raging club in athens as the venue for your party this year. you were genuinely having a good time, especially because you didn’t have to worry about pretending to be in love with yukhei — he couldn’t join the trip since he needed to step up to his duties at the company.

mark laughs at your question. “that’s my brother, taeyong! i’m just the stand-in second child.”

you smile at his joke. “same here! i’m the disappointment, jaehyun’s the looker!”

you both chuckle and you take a step forward, ignoring the way mark’s breath gets caught in his throat at your action. you lean up to whisper in his ear.

“wanna get out of here?”

you toss and turn in bed, struggling to fall asleep. yukhei grumbles next to you, having fallen asleep over a hour ago. you sigh and get up as quietly as possible, trying your best not to wake your fiancé. you succeed as yukhei doesn’t move an inch, still as a rock while he dozes on.

you move to the balcony connected to your bedroom, shutting the door quietly and taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs. it’s a little cold and you wrap your blanket tighter around yourself.

the party ended without a hitch tonight, most of your friends still laughing and drinking together when you and yukhei left. he was worried about you after he caught you outside with mark, but after repeatedly reassuring him that you were okay, he let it go.

you didn’t see mark after your conversation, and you assume he left quickly with mina to avoid doing something he would regret. you think about his words as you stare down at the small streets of paris. you can still hear people chattering even though it’s already 4am, most of them drunk and stumbling on their way back home.

your mind travels to the last night you spent with mark during that summer. he was begging you to leave with him, practically on his knees to try and convince you.

“just come with me. we can start a different life. we don’t have any ties to hold us down! jaehyun and taeyong will both take over our companies, they don’t need us to be there!”

you shake your head at his ludicrous idea. “are you insane? did you forget about mina? about yukhei? they’re both waiting for us to come home, mark.”

“i am home,” he says strictly, walking over to you and gently stroking your cheek. “i’m right here with you, and that’s the only place i need to be. we don’t need to do this to ourselves, baby. we don’t need to separate. let’s get on the next flight to wherever and start a new life.”

you push him away and sigh. “we can’t. i can’t do that to him.”

“do you love him?”

you narrow your eyes. “no, and you know very well that i never have. i’m just not going to be some asshole who leaves her fiancé and her family with no explanation whatsoever. we both knew this wasn’t forever, mark.”

he tugs at his hair, clearly frustrated with your stubborn nature.

“so you’re telling me that you’re going to go home and act like everything’s fine? you’re going to walk down the aisle and get married to yukhei and not think of me?”

you turn away from him, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill. realization is hitting you like a truck — this would have to be it. you can’t see mark again. everything that’s happened since the beginning of summer is coming to an end.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m going to do. i recommend you do the same.”

mark watches your back tremble as you refuse to face him. he exhales, running his hands down his face exasperatedly. minutes pass in complete silence, the only sound being heard are your small sniffles and mark’s occasional sigh.

“i love you,” he whispers. “i love you, and that’s not going to stop. i don’t care if i have to tell yukhei myself, but i’m going to make you realize it.”

the weight of mark’s words still linger in your mind. you ponder over the consequences if you do decide to leave yukhei. honestly, you didn’t want to break his heart. he’s always been so kind to you and understanding, despite your indifference towards him. he’s treated you that way since you two were younger. the only flaw about yukhei is that he loves you.

you wish you had one of those romance stories where you grew up with yukhei and fell in love with him when you both became adults. it would make everything so much easier if that were the case.

on the other hand, you couldn’t embarrass your family. your parents have worked so hard just to build the family business from the ground up. jaehyun’s been trained to step in as ceo since the day he was born, and the merger with naeun and yukhei’s family would bring your company’s profits through the roof. you couldn’t afford to lose yukhei and potentially damage the future of jung corporation.

you can’t decipher if you’re using these reasons as excuses. you’ve always been scared to go against your parents’s wishes. you were so young when they told you that you would be married to yukhei, and you’ve been raised to believe that everything they’re doing for you is for your own good.

maybe you really were a coward. you’re just afraid to fully take the leap with mark — to leave everything behind and be known as a disgrace to the rest of your family. mark was ready to sacrifice everything to be with you, but your cowardice prevented you from doing the same.

the door to the balcony opens and yukhei peers out, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“what are you doing out here?”

“couldn’t sleep.”

he joins you on the balcony, gently shutting the door behind him. he settles on the chair next to you. you both bask in the silence for a while before yukhei speaks up.

“have you been in love with mark for a long time?”

your head darts up, eyes widening at his question. you stare at yukhei but he doesn’t look at you, continuing to peer over the balcony.

“w-what- how did you-“

“you never cry,” he replies. “you only cry when you’re overwhelmed or seriously hurt. i’ve seen you drink at least seven glasses of champagne without ever tearing up. it also wasn’t hard to tell that mark wanted to murder me as soon as i came over to you.”

“yukhei,” you whisper. “i-“

“i know. you don’t need to be sorry. i should’ve known — you were always so dismissive and standoffish whenever we were at a party with the lee’s. you also weren’t the same when you returned from greece.”

you try to digest the fact that not only did yukhei know about you and mark, but he also knew you so well that he could tell something was off about you.

he takes a brief pause before asking his next question. “did you think i would be mad? that i wouldn’t let you be happy?”

you shake your head. “i just- i couldn’t disappoint everybody-“

he throws his head back and releases a throaty laugh.

“y/n, who gives a fuck about what anyone thinks? i’ve watched you be miserable over the past two years because you’re torturing yourself with this idea that you need to please everyone.” he turns to you and takes your hands in his. “i really do love you. more than i’ve ever loved anyone else. so that’s why i’m telling you that you need to find mark and be with him before it’s too late.”

“xuxi, it’s not that easy-“

“but it is!” he exclaims, trying to get you to see the bigger picture. “don’t you understand how easy it is? listen, the merger with your family is already ninety-five percent complete. there’s no way in hell my father is going to back out of this, especially after our stocks rose by a considerable amount last month. we don’t need to be married. our relationship was just the first step for both of our companies.”

your bottom lip trembles while you register all of the information he’s throwing your way. yukhei is telling you that you can be with mark now, you have nothing holding you back. everything would be perfect if you just weren’t so-

“scared,” you mumble. “i’m so scared, xuxi.”

“i know, i know you are,” he says, eyes staring at you in worry. “just talk to him. if he loves you, he’ll listen.”

—

when you come back home, you’re a little out of touch with reality. the first thing yukhei wants you to do is call mark but since you’re still trying to register everything, he lets you be.

he takes the guest room while you try to sort out whatever the fuck is going on in your head. you call naeun in the midst of your imminent breakdown, and she answers immediately.

“why can’t me and yukhei be like you and jaehyun?”

she’s a little startled by your question but she replies anyway.

“because you don’t love yukhei. you love mark.”

and it sounds so idiotic because you already knew this, but hearing someone else say it makes all the lightbulbs click.

“thanks, naeun.”

the first person you want to talk to is mina. you really don’t know mina well, the both of you simply acknowledging each other at parties. her brother, seungyoon, was the head of kang corporation and working on the merger with taeyong.

you’re in your head as you drive over to the kang household, fingers gripping the steering wheel while you try to think of what to say.

mina is surprised when she opens up the door to see your figure behind it. you both awkwardly stare at one another before you clear your throat.

“can we talk?”

she nods, stepping back to let you in. you two rest comfortably on the kang’s living room couch while one of the maids serves some tea for the both of you to drink. mina avoids your gaze but you can tell she is curious about why you’ve decided to visit.

“um,” you start off, trying to find the words to say. “i came over because i wanted to talk to you about mark.”

“oh. well, mark isn’t here,” she replies. “he hasn’t lived with me since he came back from greece.”

“oh,” you murmur, feeling embarrassed. you’re sure that mark’s living situation changed because of you. “i didn’t know that.”

she sighs. “y/n, i wasn’t lying that night when i told you i wished things were different. i don’t love mark and i know for sure he doesn’t love me. you’re all he can think about since that summer, and we only put on a good show for the cameras.”

you exhale. “i’m sorry. we shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially knowing you and yukhei were waiting-“

you’re surprised when mina throws her head back and laughs.

“i don’t care about that.” she comes over and sits next to you, looking into your eyes. “i actually love someone else just as mark loves you. i loathe this marriage as much as you do.”

you widen your eyes. “wait, what? who?”

mina blushes then, averting her gaze from you. she clears her throat.

“do you know the hwang family?”

you choke. “hwang hyunjin?”

her cheeks grow redder as she nods. she stares down at her feet while she speaks to you. “that’s not the point. i’m just saying that if you want to go to mark, by all means, i’m not stopping you. it would make him less grumpy.”

you laugh, feeling as if a big weight has been taken off your shoulders.

“thank you, mina.”

you head to lee enterprises on a mission, wearing mark’s favorite floral dress and the cartier necklace he bought you. you know he’s bound to be in the office right now, especially since taeyong is away in japan for business affairs.

you’re nervous as you can feel the stares of the company workers on you when you walk through the glass doors. you keep your head low and sigh when you get to the elevator, pressing the highest floor before anyone can get in with you.

you go over and over in your head what you plan to say to mark but you know you’re going to forget everything anyways the moment you see him. when the elevator doors open, you scan the area and try to identify where mark’s office is before anyone sees you.

you’re caught when jungwoo lays his eyes on you as he walks by.

“y/n?”

you laugh awkwardly. “uh, hey, jungwoo. do you happen to know where mark’s office is?”

he blinks twice, clearly surprised by your presence.

“yeah, um, his office is in the back. next to taeyong’s.”

“thanks,” you mutter, glancing at him one more time before scurrying away. you’re fully embarrassed now but you can’t afford to go back, not when you’ve made it this far.

you awkwardly enter the waiting room of mark’s office and his secretary, renjun, is shocked to see you.

“oh, hi y/n. did you have an appointment with mark?”

“not really,” you reply. “is he with someone right now?”

“well, no, but-“

“okay, great!” you beam at him, and renjun stutters when you knock on the door to mark’s office.

when you hear him call come in, you take a deep breath before opening the door.

mark is working diligently at his desk, head down as he shuffles through papers. you close the door so that renjun doesn’t hear anything. mark’s yet to look up at you, focused on the task at hand.

“what is it, renjun?”

“i’m a coward, and i’m sorry.”

mark’s head darts up at the sound of your voice, and he swears he’s dreaming.

there’s absolutely no way you’re standing in front of him right now. he stands up, pinching his leg to make sure he’s actually awake. you walk closer to him, trying to gather all of the courage you can muster.

“we should’ve run away together.”

he comes over to you, stumbling a little and almost tripping on one of the chairs, causing you to giggle. he stands in front of you but he’s lost on if he’s allowed to touch you. you smile and decide for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently.

mark digs his fingers into your hips and pulls you closer. the kiss quickly turns into something else as mark is greedily trying to get you as close to him as possible.

you pull away, slightly breathless. “don’t you want to know why i’m here?”

“i haven’t had you like this in two years, baby. i don’t really give a fuck about anything else right now.”

you end up pinned underneath him as he lays your body across his desk, desperate to get a feel of you. he stumbles as he quickly tries to find the phone and you watch him click a few buttons before renjun’s voice comes over the speaker.

“yes?”

“cancel everything today. you can go home early, renjun.”

“mark, you have that meeting with-“

he hangs up the phone, returning to pressing kisses against your collarbone. his fingers work on pushing up your dress so he can fully see the lacy underwear you’re wearing.

“mark,” you hiss, trying to get him to slow down so you can actually have a conversation with him. he’s rabid at this point, pulling down the top of your dress and attaching his lips to your mound. “mark, i wanted to let you know that i finally realized how stupid i was during that summer.”

he hums around your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple. you moan and tug at his hair.

“mark, yukhei made me realize something.”

“please don’t talk about yukhei right now,” he murmurs, moving his attention to your other breast. “you’re so pretty, baby. did you wear this dress just for me? you know how much i like it. gives me easy access. remember when i fucked you in that alleyway in plaka?”

and you do remember. you were high on adrenaline that day and mark was absolutely mesmerized by the way your dress would bounce whenever you took a step. he was practically dying to get a taste of you and so you let him pound you ruthlessly in an empty alleyway. it didn’t end there either — he also fingered you in a cafe bathroom and let you ride his cock on the balcony of your shared apartment in athens.

let’s just say mark really liked this dress and you two were also very sexually active that summer.

“missed you, baby,” he murmurs. “haven’t fucked anyone else in two years.”

your eyes widen. “you haven’t fucked anyone in two years?”

he shakes his head. “can’t. only think of you.”

he moves up so that he’s face to face with you again. you rub your thumb over his cheek.

“i’m sorry. i love you. i wish i wasn’t so stupid.”

he laughs. “you’re not stupid. a little out of your mind, maybe.”

you whine when mark plays with the waistband of your underwear.

“aren’t we going a little too fast?”

he chuckles. “this is coming from the girl who rented a whole movie theater just so we could fuck in there all day.”

you narrow your eyes. “touché.”

soon enough, mark’s got your dress and underwear on the floor, his tongue lapping at your folds. you cry out, tugging fistfuls of his hair while he devours your pussy.

mark’s clearly clouded by lust and the office is filled with sounds of him slurping your juices. you try to give mark a warning that your orgasm is approaching fast, but he’s lost in his own world, eyes closed as he eats you out. you soar into your first orgasm and sob, bucking your hips up into mark’s mouth.

he groans when you cum, not stopping his relentless assault on your pussy. you whine from the overstimulation and try to push him away, but mark is persistent, using his hands to pin your thighs down to the table.

you forgot how much mark likes to see you cum. you remember being completely drained that summer in greece after mark pounded into you every night, desperate to see you fall apart over and over again.

you throw your head back when another climax builds just as quickly as the first. he pulls away from you and pushes a finger inside your weeping hole, curling it upwards.

“missed this pussy, baby,” he murmurs. “forgot how wet and tight you are. gonna take my cock later like a good girl?”

“yes, yes,” you chant, moaning when mark adds another finger.

“come on, baby. come on,” he whispers, picking up his pace and inserting a third finger. to throw you over the edge, he attaches his lips to your clit and sucks hard.

you thrash underneath his hold as your orgasm sweeps over your body, heightening your senses and throwing you deep into pleasure. you ride out your high on his fingers and when you whine again from the oversensitivity, mark stands up and unbuckles his belt.

you gasp when he lifts you off from the desk and drags you over to the large, glass windows that cover half of his office. you whimper when he presses you up against the glass.

you’re high enough to where the people walking on the sidewalk can’t see you unless they really looked, but the thrill still pulsates through your veins. you can’t even imagine what you look like — your breasts exposed and your dress bunched up at your waist.

mark’s grunting behind you, slacks around his ankles as he fists at his cock. you whine and arch your back, desperate to feel him fully.

“want me, baby?” he whispers in your ear. you shudder. “tell me how much you missed me.”

“m-missed you s-so much,” you blubber, pressing your hands up against the window. “fuck me mark, please.”

he slowly pushes into you and you cry at the stretch, feeling the burn in your throat. he soothes you through it, rubbing his thumb over your hip when he bottoms out. he gives you time to get adjusted, pressing small kisses against the curve of your spine.

“feel so good, baby. wet and snug around me, you fit like a fucking glove. did yukhei ever fill you this well?”

“i-i never f-fucked yukhei,” you reply.

the answer pleases him and he takes an experimental thrust into you. when you moan at the pleasure, mark turns into someone else.

you try your best to balance yourself on the glass while mark relentlessly pummels into you, pushing you further and further up the window. his hands move to cup your breasts and he licks at your neck, wanting to touch you everywhere.

“a-angel,” he hisses in your ear, the sound of his balls slapping against your clit filling the air. “my perfect little angel. little cock whore, aren’t you?”

you barely register his words and mark growls when he doesn’t receive an answer. his fingers grip your face and he brings you against his chest. you sob when the angle has him hitting you deeper.

“don’t wanna answer? been fucked too dumb to reply, baby? missed my cock, didn’t you?” you quickly nod at his questions, eyes rolling back as he constantly hits your sweet spot. “thought about you all the time. jacked off every single night to the thought of having you like this again. missed you so much.”

“m-missed you too, mark,” you mumble back to him.

his other hand moves down to stimulate your clit and you grip his wrist, your body going into overdrive. you convulse around his cock and you spasm around him, crying and whining while mark holds you firmly.

he moves the two of you so that he’s sitting in his office chair with you on top of him. you wail when he slaps your ass.

“ride me.”

despite your shaky legs, you follow his orders and build a steady pace on top of him. he watches as you swivel your hips and groans at how good you feel around him. you pick up your pace when the pleasure builds up in your tummy again. mark’s fingers dig into your hips as he tries to guide you up and down his cock. you grab his shoulders and move faster, bouncing on top of him.

you practically see white when you cream mark’s cock for the fourth time, wrapping your arms around him when your body goes limp. he gives you a few seconds to recover before thrusting into you.

you whine. “mark, i can’t.”

“don’t lie to me, baby.”

and you remember that mark’s seen you come at least seven times in one night, so he knows no feat is impossible.

he lazily fucks you to another orgasm and you let him use your body until he shoots ribbons of his cum deep inside you, groaning loudly as he empties out. he doesn’t stop until almost a minute later, giving you everything he has.

you can already feel some of his cum start to spill out but you and mark don’t care as you kiss each other gently. mark holds you close, not wanting to part from you any longer.

“what are we gonna do?” you ask him quietly.

“about what?”

you roll your eyes. “about our engagements! and the company’s merger too.”

“i’m sure mina would be more than happy to be engaged to hyunjin, and i can talk about the merger with taeyong. i’ll make it work, baby, don’t worry. how about yukhei?”

“he’s the one who told me to come to you.”

“huh,” mark hums. “maybe he isn’t that bad.”

“he isn’t! you’re just jealous,” you murmur.

“can’t help it. i love the prettiest girl alive.”

“you’re spending too much time with johnny.”

he smiles and kisses you.

“we’re going to be together, baby. i’ll make sure of it.”

—

“merci, bonne journée à toi aussi!”

the young man at the bakery smiles and waves at you as you exit. you carefully place the cake you ordered in the back of your car, making sure it’s safely tucked away before driving off.

you hum lowly to the sound of the music vibrating through the speakers. it isn’t long before you reach your apartment, quickly parking and unloading everything inside.

you get to setting the cake up immediately, lighting the candles and clearing the kitchen counter. you jump a little when you hear the familiar click of the front door.

“y/n?”

“in here!” you call, quickly holding the cake up in your hands as mark walks into the room. “happy birthday!”

he grins at you, laughing as he walks over. you sing a horrible rendition of the birthday song to him but mark loves it anyways, giving you a kiss on the lips before blowing out his candles. you cheer for him and smile, placing the cake safely back down on the counter.

“thank you, baby,” he hums, kissing your temple. “i love it.”

you and mark moved to paris shortly after reuniting. as soon as taeyong returned from his business trip, mark worked day and night to try and get the merger with mina’s family to go through. mina’s father was at first appalled by mark’s decision to leave his daughter but once he learned of mina’s own relationship with hyunjin, he agreed to keeping the merger. knowing the company was in safe hands with taeyong, mark had no qualms about leaving.

yukhei was able to successfully merge his and your family’s company without letting anyone know of your relationship problems. your last conversation with him still leaves your mind dizzy, but you’re grateful to him for everything he’s done for you.

“you don’t deserve this, xuxi. i’m sorry for not being who you wanted me to be.”

yukhei shakes his head, leaning back in the dining room chair. he knows you leave for paris tomorrow to start your new life with mark, and he doesn’t want you to feel guilty about anything.

“you have nothing to be sorry about. i’m just glad you’re finally happy. i’ve never seen you like this before.”

you smile shyly. “yeah, i guess i’m acting a little different now. i hope you could visit us in paris someday.”

he smiles. “count me in. don’t forget to add the wedding invitation.”

jaehyun was a little more reluctant on letting his baby sister run off with one of his friends to a different county. naeun was able to soothe most of his worries and your departure was one of the first times you’ve seen jaehyun cry.

it was also the first time you’ve seen him threaten mark.

now, you and mark live a peaceful life in france. given most of your inheritance was cut in half due to your strike of ‘rebellion against the family,’ mark found a small job producing music at a local recording studio and you took to practicing what little business knowledge you acquired from your parents by investing in some new homes around paris.

you were living the life you always wanted with mark, and you couldn’t be happier.

you’re interrupted from your thoughts by the feeling of mark sliding his hands up your shirt.

“i think i know what i want for my birthday present.”

you laugh and kiss him, letting the birthday boy take you the way he wants.

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starryseung · 4 years

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bang chan + mirror sex

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! : 1k , mirror sex (surprise!) , fingering , unprotected sex , chan is angry >:( , for @neptune-xuxi !

“go to the bedroom, undress, on your knees on the bed.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, especially with that tone chan was using. you knew he was pissed, his jaw clenched, vein prominent on his neck down his chin. you knew better than teasing chan while he was in the recording studio with the rest of his producing team, giggling whenever changbin would make a dumb joke, poking his biceps with a glint in your eyes chan could clearly distinguish, leaning over the younger male as you scrolled through social media.

chan had told you to be comfortable with them, but maybe you didn’t know the limits.

a shiver of excitement spread through you and you nodded, biting your lip before turning back to the bedroom. placing your bag on the ground, you quickly remove your tank top and jeans before taking a breather, because you knew chan wasn’t going to give you a break anytime soon until the next morning.

you lie comfortably in your underwear onto the soft white sheets, fixing your hair in the mirror across the bed. palms placed right above your knees, legs folded under you making you look so small and vulnerable in the mirror across you.

chan drops his bag with a soft thud on the wooden floor and you gulp, brain flooding with what was about to come. he pushes the door open and your body automatically tenses as he walks in. clicking his tongue when he looks at you, his eyes squint to glare at you for a split second before closing the door shut behind him.

"baby, you can't follow orders now, can you?"

you look up at him questioningly, opening your mouth to ask him, but he's quick to hold your jaw between his thumb and index, grazing his fingers on your chin to make you face yourself in the mirror you were adoring yourself in not minutes ago.

your black lacy lingerie at which you smiled at a few minutes ago, made your eyes go wide in shock. fuck, you hadn't removed your underwear.

"it's alright, babygirl," he starts, unbuckling his belt before tossing the leather and his pants away, climbing onto the bed to sit himself right behind your frame. he brings his hand down your shoulders, tracing your bra strap before reaching down to your breasts. "good that you know what’s gonna happen," he hisses, lips touching your ears as his hot breath fans over your neck.

he cups the flesh between his fingers and squeezes it, his long slender digits toying with your nipples through the lace fabric. your breathing hitches in your throat, eyes closing at the pleasure the rough texture of your bra provides on your sensitive nubs. you curse under your breath, head resting on chan's shoulder behind you as he works his fingers on your breast.

he holds you by your jaw, grip tight enough to bring your attention back to what he was trying to make you do. he makes you face the mirror you were admiring yourself in not minutes ago, tracing the flowery pattern on your bra as he leans in to whisper in your ear;

“i need you to keep your eyes on the mirror, i want you to see how much you’ve fucked with me today, and i want you to see how much you’re going to take. do you understand?”

you nod meekly, hypersensitive to his hot touch as he dips his hand into your panties, fingers instantly finding your wetness as he draws his fingers around your vulva. you melt into the warm feeling of his fingers slowly pushing into your hole as more wetness leaks out of you, scissoring you while pressing the base of his palm on your clit. he doesn’t give you time to adjust as he starts gyrating his hand against your pussy, and you can only clutch his shirt harder, moan louder.

he smirks while bringing his hand back to your face, pulling it up so you’re back to looking at yourself, how his fingers push in and out of your hole, how you’re clenching around him uncontrollably, how wrecked you look when he’s just started. he increases his pace, pumping his fingers quicker so you’re just so close to cumming, but he pulls out his fingers expectantly, pushing them between your lips before you start sucking on them, rolling your tongue over them as if it were his dick.

he groans, using his free hand to push his pants and boxers down, and he pumps himself before lining himself with your entrance, pushing in up to the hilt in one go, leaving you a crying mess. you can see through tears in the mirror how your cunt envelops around his thick length, meanwhile chan grunts behind you at how tight you felt around him, eyes on you as he holds your hips up, sinking down as he fills you up again. your walls flutter around him as he moans into your ear, shivers running up your spine as he makes eye contact with your in the glass ahead.

“you like seeing how good i fill you up, baby?”

you moan when he brushes his fingers over your clit, the added stimulation sending you over the edge.

“or are you already too dumb to reply now, hmm?”

he traces his fingers around where his dick met your folds, and he feels you clench and unclench around him as you spasm in his hold, throwing your head back on his shoulder as you come around his length, thighs trembling from the intense orgasm. chan continues his movements, kneading your breasts while thrusting in you deeper, riding out your orgasm.

you know it’s a long night when chan manhandles you on the bed so you’re lying on your back before he leaves to get something from the drawer next to the mirror he just fucked you in front of, coming back with a vibrating dildo and a blindfold.

“you’re right, babygirl, it’s a long night,”

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xuxitheii · 3 years

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Hi xuxi <333 hope you're doing well♡ I saw that your requests are open; so I thought I'd come and stop by with one myself 😵💞💘‼️alright so, may I request a male!reader with baji, chifuyu and kazutora (dk how many characters you take but baji is fine of it's too much🙏🏻) where reader is in a rock band? Like part of Toman AND a rock band. Reader is the drummer of the band, and usually has band practice after school. I think it'd be cute if reader automatically taps on his lap (like he got used to playing drums 24/7😭) and see how they react with their boyfriend doing that. It's a sudden idea popped in my head, take all the time you need to write it, no pressure or anything ^_^ have a good day/night♡♡♡

it has been 6 days 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ i am so sorry i've been so inactive these past days, but i promise i am working on the requests please bear with me 😭😭 but en e ways HERE YOU GO LALI (≧∇≦)/ I HOPE THIS IS UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS ヽ(*´∀`)ﾉ and do enjoy this and give it some love (*´˘`*)

場地圭介 - 松野千冬 - 羽宮一虎

— “that’s not what i meant to do, but okay”

what can he do? he’s just one hell of a romantic (accidentally) man.

BAJI

it was around the afternoon, when the toman members were just fooling around like kids their age. the commander had decided that all captains and vice-captains were to hang out in this abandoned building they’ve made their base — there’s couches and blankets everywhere, it looks like a small little safe place for them (courtesy to takemichi and mitsuya for decorating it).

[Y/N] is quite annoyed, his band practice had to be put on a stop because mikey’s whine rang through the room from his phone right after he picked up, come play with me! i’m bored! he had to apologize to his band members — his good friends, by the way — and excused himself, with the other four telling him it’s okay, we understand, it’s mikey after all (yes, both groups know each other, they just don't hang out together that much). [Y/N] loved those practice with all of his heart, he’d stay until the sun comes down just enjoying the dum dum dum of the drums, the sound of the bass, the melody of the piano, the skilled fingers running along the guitar strings and the singing him and his friends would do every single practice.

but, of course, mikey just had to cut it off for hang out time (he’s not actually mad, he just needs to have his drama queen moment, let him be).

and so, to accommodate the loss of his drums, [Y/N] resulted in tapping his thighs instead, a certain melody of a song he’s learning playing around in his head. this, of course, caught the attention of the one and only, baji keisuke.

baji had taken notice of the [H/C] haired boy’s sour mood ever since he got to the place and plopped down on one of the beanbags they’ve prepared there. and when [Y/N] started tapping his thighs, one single conclusion popped in his mind,

ah, he wants me to soothe him by sitting there.

but like hell baji would let himself be put on someone’s lap (look, he’s a big man alright? ain’t no way he’s gonna sit on anyone’s lap — he gotta put his glorious thighs to use, there’s no way he’s passing this opportunity to flex his femur). the ravenette stood up, walked over to the beanbag, lifted the [H/C] haired boy by the waist, sit down on the beanbag and gently positioned his lover in his lap comfortably. [Y/N] short circuited, his back hunched, his hands frozen in the air like a claw machine and his knees near his chest — he looks like a startled cat frozen midway through the process — while the other stopped their shenanigans to pay attention to the two lovebirds.

[Y/N] is bewildered, what just happened? why did baji- his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion as he looked at the ravenette, the question relayed just by his eyes. the culprit, baji himself, raised his eyebrow with pursed lips, “what?” [Y/N] gawked, lips opening and shutting like a fish in the water. “what are you doing?” baji scoffed, feeling extremely unappreciated with all the efforts he put in this trying time, “what i’m doing? isn't it obvious?” [Y/N] felt confusion washed over him what the hell is he talking about the boy unable to comprehend the reason behind baji’s 38th unexplained actions (yes, he keeps count of every single one of baji’s whims), “you asked me to sit in your lap, i’m just granting your wishes.”

oh, baji, sweet and lovely baji, how in the hell did he reach this conclusion. [Y/N] sighed, lithe hands waving their way through luscious black hair, the action performed with such gentleness and love that baji can’t help but to turn into putty in his hands — akin to a cat purring — and [Y/N] spoke, with adoration dripping from his honeyed voice,

“baji, my dearly beloved, i’m sorry to inform you this, but darling, i was drumming on my thighs, you dumbass”

CHIFUYU

it was the perfect setting; just the two of them, draped with the warmth of the sunset’s light as they lazed around the comfortable bedroom, the soft wind tickling them every now and then from the open window — there was no words shared between the two, but the silence is enough to convey millions.

[Y/N] had zoned out for quite a while, lost in the thoughts of music sheets and the familiar stick in his hands, band practice had just been concluded for the day, but the boy can’t stop his hands to fall into a rhythm on his thighs. and it’s just so convenient that [Y/N] zoned out right in front of his boyfriend, matsuno chifuyu. his preoccupied eyes staring a hole into chifuyu, making the blond squirm slightly in his seat, why is he looking at me like that? chifuyu wondered. the blond couldn't help but let his thoughts go into overdrive with the many questions and scenarios filling it and it was then chifuyu’s mind clicked.

is this… the ‘sit in my lap’ scenario?

ah, the shoujo manga.

chifuyu bursts into flames, his face more heated than the sauna in the area, getting more and more flustered as his mind supplies him with more and more scenarios. is… is [Y/N]-kun telling me to sit on his lap? chifuyu squealed silently, turning his back to the boy in question — and if only he could pay attention a bit more, he would be able to see that his source of turmoil didn’t even respond to his squirming even in the slightest. if only he would pay more attention, he could save himself from the incoming embarrassment.

chifuyu stood up, his hands clenched tightly by his side (the proof to his nervousness), and walked over to the boy sitting on the bed — who had not moved at all — and slowly but surely, draped his hands onto his shoulders. [Y/N] did not move. chifuyu gulped down his saliva, biting his lips from the sheer excitement of doing this very romantic action with the love of his life, the blond gently took a seat on the [H/C] haired boy’s lap, positioning himself to be more comfortable. [Y/N] still did not move.

“u-um, [Y/N]-kun?” chifuyu stuttered out, boosting his performance even more, arms wrapped snugly around the boy’s neck to hide the blushing mess that was his face, “is– is this okay?” and yet, despite all of this, [Y/N] still hasn’t responded to any of chifuyu’s actions, which confuses the blond, why didn’t he do anything? chifuyu gradually moved his face from the crook of the boy’s neck, his eyes trailing [Y/N]’s face, looking for a sign of anything, “[Y/N]-kun? are you ignoring me?”

and it was only when chifuyu shook him by the shoulders did [Y/N] finally snap from his thoughts, suddenly hyper aware of the added weight resting comfortably in his lap, the hands on his shoulders and chifuyu’s frowning face in front of him, “chifuyu?!” the boy gawked, his head unable to give an explanation to the current predicament, how did chifuyu get here? why is he on my lap? i’m not complaining but — ah, i get it. [Y/N] cackled, finding the whole situation amusing, his hands wrapping around chifuyu’s waist to keep him from falling off, “chifuyu, what are you doing?”

chifuyu’s frown deepened, what is he doing? didn’t [Y/N] want me to– and [Y/N] swears he can see when the realization seeped into chifuyu and oh boy, was it hilarious.

chifuyu leaped away from the boy in record time, hands to his mouth to, at the very least, give cover to the ever growing embarrassment and shame in him. chifuyu wants to scream and [Y/N] wheezes and cackles are not helping him in any way possible.

“why didn’t you tell me you were zoning off!”

“how am i supposed to tell you when i was zoning off?!”

KAZUTORA

kazutora is a very attentive person, he pays attention to every detail his eyes could get, never missing a single thing about anything. that is how he’s able to live his life as a delinquent and how he chooses his steps in every situation — even if what he chooses could be a negative choice. kazutora hanemiya is an attentive person.

and that’s why, when kazutora sees his lover hands patting his own thighs in a rhythmic beat, kazutora immediately knows that [Y/N] was not asking him to sit on the boy’s lap and that [Y/N] is actually drumming away on his thighs for replacement for his drums. but does kazutora care? no, he did not. kazutora simply chooses to do what he wants to do (good for him, good for him).

kazutora stood up from his seat on the floor, prancing his way to his lover’s lap with giddiness in his steps — even going as far as smoothing down the [H/C] haired boy’s lap to make it more comfortable for him. kazutora plopped down with grace, legs immediately wrapping around the boy’s waist like second nature, his hands guiding his lover’s to snuggle around his own waist, and finally, his hands finding their way home around the boy’s neck. kazutora rubbed his cheek on [Y/N]’s soft ones, embracing the boy with such love and adoration. the yellow eyed boy sure enjoyed the warmth the two shared.

[Y/N] snapped from his daydreams (it’s about his band practice), recognizing kazutora’s warm embrace the second he reminded himself where he was. the [H/C] haired boy returned the hug even more tighter, yet still comfortable for the two to move around. “hey,” he giggled out, feeling the warmth wrapping around his heart as well. a chuckle left kazutora, his eyes closed as he reveled in peace of the moment, “hey, you.”

[Y/N] hummed, swaying his body back and forth as he drowned deeper in his lover’s embrace, “why the sudden hug?” he didn’t mind of course, it’s way far from it actually, [Y/N] just like hearing kazutora’s voice is all. “well, a certain someone is zoning off and not paying attention to me,” [Y/N] chuckled at the jab, his hold tightening for a moment, “so i decided to get their attention myself — and it seems like i succeeded.”

a hum left [Y/N]’s lips yet again, an idea forming in his mind, letting his body fall to the bed. [Y/N] gazed at the boy above him, his lips pulled in a playful and love filled smile — he swears, kazutora does things to him. “do you want my attention?” a tease, a bait for kazutora and luck goes his way, kazutora bites into it, “yeah, i want my boyfriend’s attention” a giggle left [Y/N] again and kazutora softens even more at the lovely sound. kazutora swears he’ll be there to listen to it everyday in his life and he hoped, with every fibre of his being, that [Y/N] would share it together with him.

“wanna kiss then?”

“i would like that”

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