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theficblog · 2 years

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NOW AND THEN

LIU YANGYANG

Prologue: Yangyang has been your on-again, off-again boyfriend for quite some time, but there is always one last hope.

Genre: Fluff + Exes to lovers

Wordcount: 1,129

Prompts: “When was the last time we had a real conversation.” + “Being in love with you is scary… not that you’re scary, of course, but that I’d fuck this thing up,” + “If this is your way of flirting, you’re doing a terrible job at it.”

Warnings: Mild Language

This afternoon was beyond dreary. The sky was bland, almost white or whatever other colour it was. You could not bear to look up at the scorching sun. The streets were nearly empty. People were either inside their homes, being all comfortable and escaping the heat, doing whatever pleased them. The other ones were like you, who had by now seen all that Netflix had to offer and still stupidly opted to go out.

You came to the nearby café to delight yourself with some brunch. It turns out that there were a lot more idiots out there, including you, because the place was nearly filled. The din of customers' conversations, the sizzling sounds from the kitchen, and the Rock and Roll music playing in the background. Everything was going swimmingly, just the way you intended it to.

You continued looking for a place to sit upon lifting your meal tray from the counter. On regular days, you had a reserved spot, which was an advantage of being a regular visitor. You didn't want to bother the middle-aged mother with her three petulant children to spare you your seat today.

Thank heavens, you were able to take the last available spot before anyone else. Someone seemed to be seated at your now-shared table, but you had no choice. It wasn't necessary to talk to strangers anyway, your sole focus was on your food.

Random thoughts continued to take over your mind in the meantime. You couldn't restrain yourself from overthinking. Your new job, the house party you attended last weekend, the global population growth rate, and your best friend's goldfish, which her cat devoured. You contemplated everything and anything.

"Y/N" You hear your name being called in a much more familiar voice. Fuck, why did he have to be here? You mentally cursed yourself for coming out today, let alone taking up this spot.

You looked up and elevated your sight to the man. Still clad in black from head to toe despite the scorching weather. His hair was now studded with golden highlights, which was a novel look for him. He stood there with his phone in his hands. You had no option but to confront him.

It was Yangyang.

He had been your on-and-off lover for about three years now. No, you were not a celebrity couple, but complicated relationships were a phenomenon that did not discriminate between the two halves. There were times when you cherished him like Romeo cherished Juliet, and perhaps other times when you despised him like a war enemy.

You drew your gaze away from him and back to your meal. Walking away right now would be a sign of weakness. You weren't weak, and even if you were, you'd despise it if it came through. This was a question about your ego, which was never being compromised with. So what if you had blocked him from all your social medias? So what if you never picked up his calls? So what if you both had been dead to each other since the last four months?

Yangyang too, probably thought the same as he took the chair right in front of you. He waited for a minute or so for you to utter some words, or at the least, take a look at him, but gave up soon.

"This steak is quite bitter. Over time, their flavour has deteriorated." As he fed himself, he made a random remark.

"Yeah, I guess so." You gave him the dullest response ever.

Silence reigned once more as you reflected on your last breakup with Yangyang.

"I don’t really care but I am moving out, my job and my career are way more important than a man. Do you think I am some Damsel in Distress? I can take care of myself!" You raged at him. This was one of the many reasons for breaking up with him. Of course, you had to let your ego win at all costs.

"You see that guy, we attended the same school. People change, I think he owns that silver car. At school he was never the type to-"

"When was the last time we had a real conversation?" You questioned him, cutting through his useless words. Maybe this could be another contributing factor to a relationship that kept on failing over and over again. None of you were ready to listen, and the things you talked about did not make much sense either. The most serious thing you and he ever talked about was probably planning a vacation for Christmas.

He stopped with his random comments, not even eating anymore. His eyes were fixed on the rusted wooden table, suggesting it was the stillness before a storm. He had something to say.

"Being in love with you is scary… not that you’re scary, of course, but that I’d fuck this thing up." He expressed.

"We have fucked this thing up more than quite often." You defended yourself. You were not going to buy his opinion that easily.

This was certainly not the first time you both had a conversation like this, you both were aware of how things would take a turn.

"Yes I know we have fucked more than quite often." Yangyang implied, knowing exactly what he was saying.

Your face was still emotionless, as you went down the memory lane again. Maybe you missed him. Maybe it was not a break up but just a prolonged period of fighting. Maybe it was you and not him.

It was hard to let go of someone, no matter how toxic they could get at times.

"Listen, Yangyang, I guess I am sorry." This was your way of admitting your wrong doings.

The boy, on the other hand, was very well aware of this, as he still continued to chew on the steak. "That’s alright." He said.

"We, anyway, have always been a couple, haven’t we?" You try and win his attention, and heart back. Trying the best that you knew of.

"If this is your way of flirting, you’re doing a terrible job at it." Yangyang gave his trademark wide smile.

"Why would I flirt with you?" You revert back immediately.

"Okay then unblock me, at least." He suggested. You gave him the ‘I’m so done with you expression’ as you picked up your phone, unblocking him.

"Yangyang, we are still in love right?" You questioned fearfully, what if it was one sided? What if it doesn’t end well again this time?

"We never fell out of love." He reassured.

Yangyang was your fate. You were destined to stick with him. Yes, your relationship was no less than a rollercoaster, but this time, you were confident that in the end, you both would land safe, together.

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gureumcityrecs · 2 years

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liu yangyang

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fly-forever-young · 2 years

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•~𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠

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sherwees · 2 months

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which one do y'all want out first because I'm mixed up tbh for the whole corny p🌽ots thing and idk what to work on first.

P.S!!!!! KUN AND JENO'S FICS ARE ALREADY LIKE 50% WRITTEN.. but I think kun's is closer to finished. I have the yangyang fic all planned out but I just don't have the time and confidence to write it..

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winwintea · 1 month

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Blame it on my Disney Wish! WayV Series

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot,

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true?

TAG LIST ▸ at the bottom (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

PROLOGUE

▸CHOOSE YOUR SUITOR

▸ QIAN KUN

01. lover’s quarrel

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ TEN

01. walking is for losers

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ DONG SI CHENG

01. never beating the ‘fainting princess’ allegations

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ WONG KUN HANG

01. please stop lore dumping

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ XIAO DE JUN

01. 2 idiots 1 braincell

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ LIU YANG YANG

01. google search: wikihow to look cool in front of a girl with pictures

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

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mrkis · 1 year

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blood & lust. (l.yy)

PAIRING: liu yangyang x reader GENRE: smut, horror WORD COUNT: 5.8k

SYNOPSIS: you're invited to one of the biggest halloween parties of the year. unbeknownst to you, the host's vampire costume isn't as fake as you think it is.

CONTENT WARNINGS: vampire!yangyang, horror aspects, minor character deaths (some are mentioned, others are briefly hinted at) heavy mentions of blood, blood sharing, blood drinking, biting, marking, dubcon themes (reader is unsure at first but yangyang is adamant), yangyang is mean and cocky, light breast play, breast biting, humping, unprotected sex, yangyang is kinda rough, he is fucking for his pleasure but you cum too, open ending? maybe?

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” You say with uncertainty, struggling to readjust the straps of the white swan wings that cling uncomfortably to your shoulders as you stare up at the decorated halloween mansion in sight.

Carved pumpkins scattered amongst the front lawn, fake cobwebs and spiders wrapped around hedges and potted plants, fancy lights of dark purples and oranges illuminating the windows and the cracked cemented path that leads up to a wooden door that’s splattered with fake blood, the words ‘ENTER IF YOU DARE’ written in smudged black paint. You’re thoroughly impressed with the decor, but it does nothing to hide your hesitancy in entering this unknown house.

“The website said; ‘all are welcome’… This is a great idea!!” Ningning grins with excitement, adjusting her own black swan wings, her outfit perfectly matching yours despite having opposite colours. “Chenle sent me the link and you know how trustworthy he is”

Your face twists, “That’s questionable”

Ningning’s shoulders sag slightly, “You’re right… But he’s the only person we know that can get us into places like these, and I refuse to let us go to some shitty low quality halloween party again when we have the perfect opportunity right here! This is the real deal”

You hate how right she is. Not only is your shared friend Chenle remarkable at getting you both into some serious events, to which you’re unsure of how he’s even able to even do in the first place, but the last halloween party you had both attended was a complete disaster that ended with pathetic drunken fights and police turning up to shut the party down for people causing too much chaos.

You couldn’t blame Ningning for wanting one good night, especially on her (and yours) favourite night of the year. Halloween. As an icon once said: Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. It was a tradition that you both went by, digging out your savings to buy the sluttiest outfit you could find, matching ones to be exact.

Last year you went as slutty cops and robbers and the year after that it was slutty Ghostface and Michael Myers. But this year you went as white swan and black swan, sticking to your slutty theme of short dresses and showing as much skin as possible. You, admittedly, loved the tradition.

“Okay, fine, whatever” You give in a little too easily for your liking, swayed by the puppy dog eyes she’s giving you. “I’m sure I can hear the tequila shots calling out our names”

“I love you!!” Ningning squeals, smooching your cheek loudly before clasping your hand in hers to drag you up the pathway, heels scraping against the concrete.

You’re far more impressed by the interior of the house when you step inside: another fake set of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, fake blood splattered up the walls that you’re positive would be a pain to get off of the white paint, caution tapes stuck to doors and smoke machines hiding in every corner of the room that creates a misty atmosphere. You almost want to go around and find the person that had managed to make the perfect halloween party, but with the amount of people that overcrowd this house, you’re positive you won’t be able to even find them.

Although being absolutely astonished by the decorations, the hairs couldn’t help but stand at the back of your neck and shiver runs down your spine when you see what’s written on the opposite side of the front door. ‘NO ONE LEAVES’. It has you feeling a little unsettled, but you know that’s the whole purpose. It’s Halloween after all.

“BOO!” A voice screams loudly in your ear above the bass of the music that thumps from the speakers, fingers digging harshly in your ribs to catch your attention. You and Ningning jump in shock, your grip on her hand tightening as you both whiz around to find the suspect and you face Chenle who is dressed head to toe in his The Nun costume you knew he was making, fake yellowy green contacts staring at you both in amusement, screeching a laugh throw fake bloodied teeth. “Oh my god, I got you both so good—”

“You’re a dick” You grumble, but the anger washes away almost in an instant when you finally get a good look at his costume, even taking a step back to get a full view and you hum, “Impressive. Another ten out of ten this year”

“What else did you expect from me?” Chenle teases, doing a little twirl in his spot before his arm curls around Ningning’s waist to pull her close to his side. His fake rubber pointed nose nudges against Ningning’s tiara and she whines, immediately putting it back into place. “Looking slutty as always, black swan”

“And what else did you expect from me?” Ningning repeats his words and Chenle smiles proudly, pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheek before leading you both out of the foyer and towards a door that has bats dangling from the doorframe, but once you walk through the opening, you realise you’re in the kitchen.

Endless amount of red coloured punch bowls fill the dining table, ice cubed hands floating above the concoction, but what throws you off the most is the empty blood bags that hang off the bowls, the spouts dipping into the drink to insinuate that the alcohol is ‘made’ out of blood. Creepy, but creative. You’re impressed yet again.

As Chenle fixes the three of you a drink, you take it upon yourself to nosely search through the pantry, on the hunt for something more of your taste. But weirdly, and much to your dismay, everything is completely bare. There’s no other beverage in sight, or food for that matter. You find it strange even though you try to convince yourself that this was supposed to be a part of their ‘Halloween Party Plans’... you still find it odd.

“So, which one of your rich, geeky friends owns this place?” Ningning asks the question that's resting on the tip of your tongue and you turn just in time for Chenle to hand you a drink. You take it out of his hands to nurse it in your own, staring at the liquid that stains the plastic cup.

“None of them” Chenle passes Ningning her drink next. “Belongs to a friend of a friend. He told Kun to invite as many people as possible because this is apparently his last night in town… wants to make it a night he never forgets or something like that”

“That’s not suspicious at all” You chuckle softly, trying to make a joke out of a strange situation. “How does Kun even know this person?”

“I have no idea” Chenle shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, not seeming to care about the host as he raises his cup high. “Anyway! Cheers losers!”

“Cheers!” Ningning says with enthusiasm, knocking her cup against yours and Chenle’s before downing her drink. You say your cheers with a little less enthusiasm, bringing the beverage to your lips to take a sip and you’re instantly confused at the thick consistency that slides down the back of your throat, the taste of copper overwhelming your tastebuds.

You grimace, coughing and rubbing your neck as you struggle to swallow the punch. Chenle and Ningning seem to have the same problem as they stare at their drinks quizzically and you take this opportunity to put the cup down, refusing to drink anymore and possibly choke to death. Although it would be fitting for Halloween, dying wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do tonight.

You’re surprised when you see Ningning and Chenle both shrug at each other before chugging down the remains of the drink, although you shouldn’t be too surprised when you know what they’re like. As long as it gets them drunk, they’ll drink anything.

“Definitely needs more vodka” Ninging confesses, handing her cup over to Chenle who happily refills it even though he nods his head at the suggestion.

“He’s trying to keep it as real as possible, which is why you probably can’t taste the vodka” A voice speaks up from behind and you slightly turn to see who was talking. You’re met with a black haired male who seems a little bit older than the three of you, dressed in a white silk shirt and black pants with a black cloak hanging off his shoulders, red eyeshadow blended underneath his eyes and lips shaded the same colour.

“Kun!” Chenle greets happily, handing the drink over to Ningning before slipping through you both to throw an arm over his broad shoulders. “Guys, you remember Kun right?”

“Briefly” Ningning eyes him suspiciously even though a smile sneaks its way onto her lips. “You’re the guy that picked up Chenle from the bar we was at last weekend”

“That’s me” Kun chuckles softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m surprised you even remember that night seeming as you were too drunk to walk to your taxi”

Ningning shrugs her shoulders, “I surprise myself sometimes”

“Aren’t you a little old to know Chenle?” You poke, arms coming up to cross over your chest as you stare at him questioningly. Chenle shoots a blank look your way, clearly unimpressed with your choice of words but all Kun does is chuckle again.

“I am. But I’ve known Chenle for quite a while… His brother and my grandfather are a part of the same company” Kun explains to you without even batting an eyelid, clamping his hand down on Chenle’s shoulder as he grins. “We’re good friends, possible upcoming CEOs—”

Ningning immediately throws up her hand to silence him, “We don’t need to hear about how rich you both are”

“Noted” Kun smiles, eyes flickering around the kitchen before they settle on Chenle. “Have you met Yangyang yet?”

“Yangyang?”

“The host. The owner of this house. He’s lurking around here somewhere… making sure everyone is having a good time” Kun’s voice trails off slightly, his eyes beginning to wander around again. Your brows furrow at that, watching him suspiciously as his face lights up, gently tugging Chenle in a certain direction out of the kitchen that has you and Ningning following closely behind. “That’s Yangyang. He’s the one that arranged this entire party”

Your eyes dart towards the person in question, seeing a blonde haired man dressed all in black with a drink in hand and a girl dressed in a nurse costume in the other, his hand resting dangerously low on her hip. The dark circles under his eyes and the pointed fangs that peek through his lips when he smiles lets you know that he’s dressed up as a vampire tonight, similar to Kun, but minus the cloak.

You’re somewhat impressed with knowing that this is the guy that owns this incredible mansion as he seems a little young. It makes you wonder what type of person he is or what job he has to even afford a place like this, you come to a conclusion that maybe he’s in the same wealthy group as Chenle and Kun, or maybe he’s just using his parents money.

Yangyang takes one look at the crowds that fill his humble abode before turning to the nurse hanging off his arm, dipping his head low to make eye contact with the girl as he whispers something which makes her nod slowly, allowing him to wrap his arm securely around her waist as he leads them both up the spiral staircase.

“He wasn’t lying when he said he wants to make it a night he won’t forget” Ningning jokes and you snort, finding her comment far too funny. Chenle smiles too but Kun’s lips form in a straight line, his facial expression blank to make you unable to figure out exactly how he’s feeling which you find strange, but you don’t question it further as Ningning slips her hand in yours, dragging you through the mass of sweaty bodies to find a perfect place to dance.

Chenle tugs Kun along despite his attempts at trying to rip his wrist away from his grip, not wanting to join in on the fun but he resists after a while, allowing Chenle to sway his body back and forth as Ningning does with yours, keeping you as close to her as possible as you both happily lose yourself in the music.

“Where are you going?” Ningning shouts over the music after a few hours of dancing, lips forming into a pout as she tries to tug you back into her embrace, wanting to continue to dance with you but you shake your head, claiming how desperate you are to go relieve yourself in the bathroom. Ningning offers to come with you, wanting to stick by your side but Chenle’s already swooping in to steal her away, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs as he spins her around.

Due to Ningning being distracted, you take this opportunity to leave, muttering small apologies as you push through the crowd of people, heading up the staircase to locate the nearest bathroom, pausing in your steps every so often to stare at the portraits on the wall, admiring the unusual art of half naked bodies sprawled in different ways with a shadowed figure hovering over them, blood splattered and pouring from open wounds.

This really is the best decorated Halloween house you’ve been to.

You’re almost out of breath as you trek up the, what seems to be, endless amount of stairs before you reach the top floor, eyeing the multiple doors to try and figure out which one could possibly lead to the bathroom and you head towards the closest one, twisting the doorknob in your grasp and pushing open the wooden door, immediately met by darkness.

You quietly curse to yourself, stepping further into the room as you blindly reach out for the light switch, flicking the little button just as the door closes behind you, illuminating the room and granting you the access to see, but your eyes widen when you realise that this is not a bathroom… and you’re not alone in the room.

Yangyang, you remember his name, has the nurse pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, head buried in the crevice of her neck with his hand gripping tufts of her hair, pulling so hard you’re afraid he is going to snap her neck. She remains still, blank eyes staring directly into yours, mouth slightly ajar as if she’s taking short gasps of air, trying to find her breath, but that’s not what concerns you.

It’s the blood that’s pouring down her white nurses' outfit and dripping to the floor that does, pooling at both of their feet and creating a puddle for them to stand in. A part of you believes that this must be some sort of ‘vampire act’, that maybe he was hoping someone would walk in and capture this happening for the effect. But this seemed too realistic to you, especially with how the disgusting sounds of his mouth slurping ravishingly at her neck with low, pleasant hums. It makes you stumble back in surprise.

Hearing the heels scrape against the floor, Yangyang retracts his head from the girl’s neck, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at you, eyes completely blacked out and you struggle to remember if he wore contacts prior to this, but your thoughts are answered when you see dark red veins slithering unhuman-like beneath his eyes as his iris turns brown and the sclera dissolves into a normal white, the black disappearing.

Neat trick, you want to say, but the words never come, not when you’re so conflicted with what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Well… you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Yangyang speaks first, the boyish grin that slips onto his face fails to ease the nerves that bubble in your stomach, all too focused on the blood that stains his lips and drips from the corner of his mouth as he fully removes himself from the girl, her body thumping to the floor almost a little too lifeless for it to be apart of the ‘vampire act’ you had in mind.

Your attention darts down to her chest, praying that you’d see any type of movement that indicates she’s breathing or that she’ll hopefully raise her hand and give you the thumbs up to tell you all is well. But she doesn’t, and your blood immediately runs cold as you take a cautious step back, your hand flying behind you to try and find the handle of the door.

Yangyang snorts in amusement, shaking his head as he steps over her body. “The door locks from the outside, little swan… Unless, that is, you have a key”

The way he dips his bloody hand beneath the collar of his shirt to pull out a silver chain necklace with a key attached to it is almost taunting, and instead of the fear, it’s anger that rises inside of you as he begins to sway it back and forth, daring you to come closer and take it from his hands.

“Enough with this fake act” You find your voice, even though you don’t believe your words so much anymore. You glance down at the body once again before meeting his eyes that are filled with excitement. “You win best Halloween costume of the year… happy?”

“Fake act?” He repeats with a laugh, tucking the necklace back into the collar of his shirt. “I wasn’t aware I was putting on a show”

You swallow thickly, “I think you’re taking your party and your costume too seriously—”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out how fake this costume truly is?” The change in his tone and facial expression is enough to have you spin around and try the door handle again, jiggling it with force in hopes that it would miraculously open without the need of a key. You hear him laugh at your failed attempts, not realising how close he is until you feel his chest press up against your back, moving your white swan wings out of the way so he could connect his mouth to your shoulder in a wet kiss.

“Don’t touch me!” You spit, shoving him back with as much strength you can muster. Yangyang doesn’t move far, much to your dismay, maybe a few steps back but it was enough to create some distance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to your shoulder, frantically wiping away the blood off of your skin with a grimace.

“I was only kissing you” Yangyang fake pouts, reaching to stroke the white swan feathers in your hair but you whack him away once again and he grins widely, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “Are you afraid of me, little swan?”

“No”

His grin falters slightly, face hardening. “I don’t like liars”

“Give me the key” You ignore his words, opening out the palm of your hand towards him as if he’d straight up give you the key. You’re hoping he would. “I’ll scream if you don’t”

His brow twitches upwards, “Nobody will hear you up here”

“My friends know I left” You try again. “My friends know I left and they will come looking for me if I—”

“No they won’t” Yangyang braces his hands on either side of your head, resting against the door as he leans closer to your face. Your eyes dart down to the dried up blood around his mouth before looking back up to his eyes, trying to ignore the smell of copper that emits from his breath. “They’re already stuck”

Your heart drops as you repeat with a whisper, “Stuck?”

Yangyang hums with a nod, hand coming down to rest on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing against your jugular, putting a slight pressure that has your heart rate picking up. “No one leaves… not even you”

“Wh—”

Your words die in the back of your throat as Yangyang lurches forward, sharp teeth piercing the skin of your neck and a silent scream rips from your lips, trying your hardest to rip this animal away from you and free yourself from the pain that spreads around your neck and chest, feeling a burn surge through your veins. Your fingers pry at his shirt with voiceless pleases, head whirling at the sounds of him ripping into flesh, vision going blurry to the point you struggle to make out the details of the bedroom.

Yangyang retracts his mouth away from your neck suddenly and your body slumps forward, too dizzy to stand straight and he captures you with ease, letting you fall slack against his chest. Your neck feels numb, but you can still sense the blood pooling out of the wound, ruining your costume of the night.

His hand caresses the top of your head as he walks backwards from the door, leading you both to what seems to be a bed as you’re laid down against something cushiony and soft. He climbs above you, knees resting on each side of your hips and you manage to faintly make out his face through blurred vision, tears springing in your eyes at the blood that drips down his chin. Your blood.

“You taste absolutely divine, little swan…” Yangyang compliments. “I almost don’t want to kill you”

“Please” You pathetically whisper. “Please, let me go—don’t kill me”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Yangyang chuckles, fingers dancing across your shoulders and over your wound, making you flinch at the tenderness. Something flickers in Yangyang’s eyes as they meet yours, “Do you want to have fun with me?”

“I—”

“I can make everything go away” Yangyang says to you lowly, licking at his lips and sighing in content as he swallows the blood from his mouth. “I can make you feel good too… I can make you feel good while I’m feeding off of you, doesn’t that sound better?”

“I don’t want to die” You splutter out through tears. “Please, I don’t want to die”

“You won’t die, little swan” His voice is soft, but you know deep down that he’s lying. You’re going to die tonight. There was no way you were getting out of this alive. As if he could hear your inner thoughts, Yangyang sighs softly as he brings his wrists up to his lips, pricking the skin with the edge of his fang before forcefully shoving his arm against your lips, the blood from his wrist dripping into your mouth and on your tongue.

You try to fight back immediately, stiff limbs trying to push him away but it was no use, not when his blood was sliding down the back of your throat. You gag instantly, the taste making your face twist and turn in disgust to which Yangyang laughs at, dropping his wrist from your lips to lean over you again, eyes watching you intently.

You’re shocked at how your body suddenly seems lighter, the slight tinge of pain in your neck disappearing into almost nothing and how your vision clears up, now being fully able to see the man that’s hovering above you clearly. Your hand shakily comes up to touch your wound and you bring your hand back to inspect, surprised to see the dried blood on your fingertips. You stopped bleeding?

“What did you do?” Your question with a whisper.

Yangyang grins at this, tilting his head to the side once again. “I told you, little swan. I can make everything go away”

Incredible, you think. You slightly wonder what else he can do but you mentally slap yourself for thinking that way, not wanting to succumb into his wants and needs. He’s going to kill you. You blink as the thought repeats in your head. He’s going to kill you. There is no way out of this. You’re going to die.

“Let’s have fun” He insists, caressing your cheek softly. “It won’t hurt anymore… It’ll feel good, I promise”

“I don’t believe you” You admit, swallowing thickly. “You’re a… you’re…” You can’t bring yourself to say the word and you shake your head. “It’ll hurt”

“Does this hurt?” Yangyang asks you, taking your hand in his own hand and bringing it up to his lips, opening his mouth wide to show off his precise fangs before sinking them into your palm. You wince instantly, awaiting for the pain to come but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. You can feel him drinking from your wound, how his tongue laps over the holes he’s created in your skin, but you don’t feel the pain you once did when he bit into your neck.

You watch mesmerised as he drinks from you, those dark red veins appearing under his eyes again, slithering around beneath his skin as the black pools into his eyes, completely overtaking any other colour present and you feel yourself relax into the pillows, head becoming a little too fuzzy and lightheaded, but there was no pain. The pain was gone. It felt… good. Almost too good.

A light gasp leaves your lips as you feel Yangyang’s lower half rut against your stomach during this, harsh thrusts making the bed squeak beneath your bodies, the air knocking out of your lungs. You struggle to form a sentence as Yangyang drops your hand from his mouth, letting your arm flop to the sheets motionlessly as his fingers roam over your white dress, fingers digging into the fabric before ripping the material apart with ease.

He isn’t gentle as he pulls the ruined dress from your body and the broken swan wings from your shoulders, his mouth dropping to your breast and sinking his teeth into the flesh with a guttural moan, brows furrowing at the blood that rushes down the back of his throat. You hiss at the slight sting you feel, but it morphs into something a lot more pleasurable and bearable which makes you let our airy moans of satisfaction.

It makes you sick at how much you're enjoying being ravished by a monster, how your mind overcrowds with lust and want, something you know you shouldn't be experiencing. You should be screaming, you should be pleading for him to spare you and to let you go, to fight back with a much strength as you can must, but you can't.

His teeth retract from your breast with droplets of blood rolling down his chin, dark eyes staring at you through his blond strands of hair that hang in front of his face, lips curling into a smirk that sends a wave of fear and lust through your body, goosebumps rising to your skin.

“You’re doing so good for me, little swan” Yangyang praises, tongue swiping over the wound he’s made on your breast and teasing over your nipple. You gasp, back immediately arching into his touch. Yangyang chuckles, “Are you enjoying this?”

Your voice wavers, “No”

“Liar” Yangyang snorts, head dipping down to leave wet bloody kisses down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin before breaking the surface at your navel. A whisper of his name leaves your lips involuntarily and you swear you can feel him smirk against you, hands caressing your body as he slurps hungrily and the bulge in his pants grows against your leg, desperate to be let free and touched as he ruts.

He travels further down your body, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your panties before being torn apart, the flimsy material being carelessly thrown to the side. You’re now completely bare to him and you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, hands splayed across the bed sheets, tugging the blanket in hopes to cover yourself but the low growl that comes from Yangyang has you dropping it instantly.

Although, when you feel his fangs graze over your mound, you shriek with a frantic shake of your head, hands flying down to his hair and gripping the roots, trying to yank him away from you but Yangyang remains still, only raising his gaze to look at you quizzically.

“No” Your voice is stern. “No, not there. Please”

“It won’t hurt” He tries to tell you but you refuse to listen, shaking your head once again and you hear the deep sigh that leaves his lips. You calm down for a brief second before you see him crane his head to the side, now choosing to sink his teeth into your inner thigh instead. You mewl at the feeling, legs snapping together and closing Yangyang in between your thighs to which he laughs at, holding your thighs with an iron grip to keep himself locked in as he feeds from you.

You grunt, tears pricking your eyes at the weird sensation of his fangs tearing through skin, slurping and lapping up the blood that’s now mixing in with your arousal that leaks from your pussy. Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you yearn to be touched by him, to make the ache between your legs disappear.

But instead, it’s his weight that disappears off of you and you stretch your neck to see what was going on, your heart thumping wildly in your chest at the sight of Yangyang unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants in inhuman speed, revealing his toned body to you. Although, your eyes zone in on the key that dangles from his necklace, just a small reach away.

“Don’t even think about it” His voice grumbles and his weight returns over your body, slotting himself between your legs that he rests upon his shoulders, bending you in a way that has your body burning and you whine at the uncomfortable feeling, trying to move yourself in a comfortable position but Yangyang’s already burying himself back into the crevice of your neck, biting down on the opposite side as his cock slides into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust to his size.

Gasps and moans combine with his low grunts and pleased hums, hips feverishly snapping against your own, his cock hitting all the right places at once which has you seeing stars in your eyes. Yangyang’s ruthless as he drinks from your neck, tongue hot on your skin as his cock plunges in and out of the warmth of your walls.

“You are unbelievable, little swan” Yangyang groans between slurps, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes that flutter with each harsh thrust. The cocky smile returns to his lips, “Feels good?”

You weakly nod, tears streaming down your face. “Yes”

“I like it when you tell the truth” Yangyang hums, pressing his hips further into yours to hit even deeper, chuckling at the way you moan loudly for him. His fast strokes have your head spinning and lolling to the side, drool seeping from your lips and onto the pillow, mixing in with the mess of your blood.

The knot in your stomach tightens with each sharp movement of his hips, nearing you towards your climax as he pounds into you, fingers fisting the hair on your head and tugging your neck to the side awkwardly to dive back into the wound, tongue lapping and sucking up the blood. It’s enough to have your orgasm hit you intensely.

Your legs tremble on his shoulders, pussy convulsing around his cock as you cum, unable to control the sounds that leave your lips as a moan rips from the back of your throat, back arching off of the bed.

Yangyang’s rhythm falters at the tightness of your pussy, jaw locking around your neck with a grunt as his dick pulsates, hot cum spurting around your walls, choking out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as he empties inside of you.

You both lay still for a moment, the nerves returning in your belly as you await your pending doom, wondering if Yangyang would be kind enough to let you go after everything that happened. He’s still drinking from you and the pain from earlier slowly emerges, the effect his blood had on your moments prior no longer keeping you safe from the pain and discomfort. You fidget beneath him, legs dropping limply from his shoulders as you whine at the sting, it’s enough for him to remove himself from you.

“Thank you for making this a night I won't forget, little swan” Yangyang whispers to you in your ear before climbing off of you, reaching down to grab his pants from the floor to dig his hand into the pocket, pulling out a silver pocket watch that reads midnight. “Looks like fun for everyone else is just beginning… Can you hear them, little swan?”

The music cuts off abruptly and a familiar scream echoes throughout the mansion, followed by others that make your body tense up. “W-wait—”

“Shhh…” He coos at you as he crawls back above your body, licking at his lips that are smudged with your blood, droplets dribbling down his chin. Yangyang cups your face in his hands, the gesture almost seeming sweet if it wasn’t for the tight grip and the slight sting of his blunt nails digging into your skull.

The sounds of the screams outside of the door makes you feel utterly sick, trying your best not to imagine what’s happening but the smirk that Yangyang gives proves that it’s nothing but good, it’s evil. A sob blubbers past your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks and Yangyang hums softly as his thumbs brush your tears away a little forcefully.

“It’s okay… It’s going to be all over soon, my little swan” His fake reassurances do nothing to calm down your nerves, already seeing through his pathetic little lies. You wish you could move to throw him off of your body but with your weakened limbs and his unbelievable strength, you know you wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort.

Yangyang dips his head down to hover over yours, his lips pushing against your own in the form of a kiss that you didn’t reciprocate, yet the metallic taste of blood sits on the tip of your tongue and the nausea hits you, throat tightening with the urge to throw up. Yangyang creates a slight distance between you, still feeling his breath fan across your face and his eyes bore into yours. The grip he has on your head becomes too much to handle and a pained squeak leaves your lips, your hands slowly coming up to wrap around his wrists but it's far too late.

A loud pop rings through your ears as he forcefully twists your head to the side, darkness immediately overcrowding your vision, dipping you into complete nothingness.

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renjun tends to find joy in the simple things. museums, picnics, drive-in movie theaters. it doesn’t matter to him as long as it’s with you. he loves things that keep you guys busy but are fun at the same time, pottery classes and painting and wine together!! he LOVESS your creative side.

jeno, when he’s not playing games or resting, is planning your next date. he knows you hate when he spends money on you, but to him, you deserve the absolute best. he wants to buy you the most expensive dress and take you to the most expensive restaurant. no matter how much you tell him that he doesn’t need to spend money to prove his love, he insists. you’re so special to him he can’t help but give you everything he possibly can give.

haechan may be the loudest extrovert on camera but off camera he’s a sucker for staying in with you. we’ve seen how cuddly he is with his members, imagine how he is with his partner. his favorite thing in the world is putting his head on your chest with a huge blanket over the both of you, a movie on screen and full bellies from the take out you both ate prior. your heartbeat is so comforting to him. i can also see him going crazy the day you tell him you want to learn how to play his favorite game so you two can play together. MMM

jaemin gives me the same vibes as haechan, loving staying in with you and watching a movie with your favorite food. he’s a quiet guy, prefers things with you that don’t require much socializing, and you don’t mind it at all. when you’re away from each other, facetime is a godsend. he likes to set up his phone so you can watch him get ready for the day or when he’s working likes to keep an airpod in and talk to you in between. the entirety of you just brings him so much comfort.

yangyang loves spending time with you one on one more than anything but he also loves watching you get along with his best friends. even when they cringe whenever you two kiss and snuggle closer to each other, it brings a smile on his face when you get comfortable enough to joke with everyone. one of his fears was introducing you to them and say you were to not get along, but he was so relieved when the teo of you got home and you couldn’t stop gushing about how much fun you had. your favorite thing about him is how he never changes how he acts with you when you’re around other people. he love you no matter who you’re around.

shotaro seems like such the adventurous type. he wants to take you to all his favorite places, whether that be a bar, a city, or even out of the country. from the beginning of your relationship he’s made it clear that he wants to travel the world with you before you settle down, but the fact that he wanted to do it with you specifically made you fall for him more and more.

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"Sorriso travesso"

— ❝ YangYang era um garoto travesso, gostava de bagunçar e infernizar para chamar atenção, ainda mais a sua, conseguia o deixar cada vez mais obcecado❞.

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Virgin reader; Yangyang é valentão; bullying escolar; possessividade; size kink;

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— Garota qual seu problema? — as mãos pesadas do moreno foram de encontro aos seus ombros, te empurrando contra o concreto gelado da parede dos fundos da escola. Conseguia escutar os risinhos e murmúrios debochados dos amigos atrás dele — engoliu seco — apertou os olhinhos e umedeceu os lábios, nervosa com a aproximação e principalmente.

Com medo.

Tinha medo do moreno que apoiava os braços te encurralando na parede, tinha medo do que poderia fazer contigo, do que poderia dizer para lhe machucar e como lhe machucaria, tudo relacionado a ele seu corpo automaticamente ligava a sirene indicando perigo.

Quando tomou coragem para abrir os olhos, e levantar a cabeça minimamente, observou o sorrisinho travesso estampado na face do garoto em sua frente, com a língua cutucando a bochecha dentro da boca. O olhou nos olhos, se sentindo exorbitantemente menor quando estava perto do mesmo, não apenas pela diferença de tamanho e altura, mas por te fazer sentir como se fosse menor que ele em todos os aspectos.

Sentiu suas orbes arderem e seu coração se agitou no interior, a barriga parecia se revirar em uma bagunça agoniante, a garganta se entalou pelo medo, mordeu os lábios em resposta, em um ato ansioso, o que os olhos do maior não deixaram passar.

O mais velho riu anasalado quando as suas lágrimas finalmente escorreram dos seus olhos. As ônix se deleitavam com as moléculas cortando seu rosto, a boca inchadinha e o corpinho miúdo tremendo contra o dele, não havia prazer maior para Liu do que te ver desse jeito, indefesa, machucada, bagunçada por ele.

Era um garoto travesso, gostava de bagunçar e infernizar para chamar atenção, ainda mais a sua, conseguia o deixar atônito, com o coração desesperado, conseguia o fazer ter sentimentos e emoções que nunca imaginaria sentir por uma mera garota, como assim pensava, por isso a achava tão interessante.

E gostava tanto de te perturbar.

— ‘Own.. A princesinha ta’ chorando..? — O mais alto se aproxima — Tadinha, pena que o “papai” não vai cuidar dela agora — Seus dedos ásperos limparam lentamente as lágrimas do seu rostinho, rindo baixinho, se virando e deixando com que ficasse sozinha ali, chorando. Internamente machucada.

Mas ao contrário de Liu, Hendery sentia pena do que o moreno fazia com você, não sabia o motivo já que, era tão fofa, linda, delicada, encantadora, não entendia como Yang tinha coragem de dizer coisas tão dolorosas para uma princesinha feito você, como conseguia ter tanto prazer ao fazê-la chorar e tremer sob ele, talvez seja um babaca perverso, era o que Wong pensava do mais novo.

E tinha chegado ao ponto que não aguentava a ansiedade dentro de si, apenas esperou o resto dos garotos seguirem o chinês para caminhar em sua direção, te enlaçar pela cintura e fazer carinho nos seus cabelos, oferecer o ombro para suas lágrimas escorrerem, enquanto apertava seu corpinho contra o dele, reverberava palavras para que se acalmasse, e desejava provar o gosto da sua boquinha, desejava ouvir seus choramingos, te tocar onde quisesse, te ter no colinho dele... estava encantado contigo, tal como o Liu, que observava a cena de escárnio, no fim do corredor escuro, no qual aos olhos escuros do moreno, julgou completamente imunda, e quando Guanheng captou as ônix fervorosas do garoto, encarando ele, o sorriso de lado sobressaindo na face arrogante do mais novo. Sabia o que estaria por vir.

Ao ver aquela cena, captar como os olhos de Hendery maliciavam você, a princesinha intocável dele, que só podia ser "machucadinha" por ele, que só poderia dar atenção a ele, ser cuidada por um moleque qualquer como o mais velho, o deixava possesso, louco, fazia o ar escapar irregularmente dos pulmões, morder o canto das bochechas em raiva, só de observar as mãos sujas do “amigo” tatear sua cintura em um ato tão sujo, pressionar seu corpo contra o dele, e ver como o mais velho a observava o deixava fora de si, maluco com a ideia de um cara como aquele encostar no seu corpinho indefeso. Puro.

E você não enxergava a malícia exorbitante, apenas Yangyang notava, percebia o moreno tentar ver por debaixo da sua saia de uniforme, tentar passar os dedos levemente por ali, em uma tentativa falha de puxar o tecidinho só um pouquinho mais pra cima.

Sabia pelo motivo de que, aquela saia o deixava demasiadamente maluco todas as vezes que te olhava, todas as noites, onde imaginava subindo o cós do pano lentamente, te bagunçando, te estragando, sujando seu corpinho pequeno.

Imaginava o quão apertadinha você seria, o quão doce seus gemidinhos iam escapar da sua garganta.

Estava louco por você, e Hendery só o ajudou a perceber que não aguentava ficar longe, que não ampararia a ideia de outro tendo seus olhos para ele, sua atenção, o calor do seu corpo, e principalmente, te machucar.

E foi por essa razão que deixou um bilhete no seu armário, noticiando que deveria ajudar o professor na detenção do 12c, exatamente a sala que Liu estudava.

E como esperado de uma menina boa, desperdiçou o fim de sua tarde indo a detenção, ajudar o superior com os alunos.

Mas para sua surpresa, não havia professor, ou luzes acesas, não era dia de detenção à tarde — e você sabia disso — mas foi. Por curiosidade, ou por outro sentimento muito parecido.

Desejo.

— O-oque..ta fazendo..Yang — A pergunta soou como um suspiro baixinho, dava um passo para trás toda vez que Liu dava um para frente, conseguia ver o sorriso aparecendo novamente nos lábios dele, se repuxando debochadamente, lambeu os lábios, a mordida tingiu-os de vermelho, não havia notado o quão próximo estava. Puxou seu corpinho pequeno contra o dele e o prendeu na parede da sala, baixou o olhar pra boca que parecia tão convidativa, que o fazia levar a insanidade aos poucos, silenciosamente. Subiu novamente para seus olhos, cheios do sentimento que ele tanto gostava de ver lhe devorando — medo.

Os lábios trêmulos, o coração bombeando sangue o mais rápido possível, o estômago revirado e o ar parecendo escapar ralo dos pulmões.

— Sabe princesinha.. Você é tão linda, tão linda, olha o que faz comigo... — te empurrou para ele, apertando seus corpos, fazendo sua cabeça bater no peitoral rígido do garoto próximo a você, de uma forma na qual conseguia escutar o coração bater dissimuladamente dentro da pele, —consegue sentir? — sentiu as mãos pesadas do maior irem de encontro aos seus fios, acariciando ali, te deixando paralisada.

— Você me deixa louco, maluco, eu sou completamente insano por você princesinha — se aproximou do seu pescoço, respirou fundo ali, se aproximando da sua orelha — Me deixa te provar um pouquinho... Hm? — A voz rouca baixinha, manhosa, diretamente no pé de seu ouvido, te fazia estremecer sob ele, suas mãos deslizaram dos seus cabelos para os ombros, braços, finalmente escorregaram para cintura e apertaram a pele quente coberta pela camisa lisa do colegial.

Se desencostou do peitoral, lentamente levantou a cabeça e subiu na ponta dos pés para olhá-lo nos olhos confortavelmente, inconscientemente seus lábios se repuxaram em um sorrisinho meigo, enquanto suas mãos enlaçavam a nuca do garoto.

Agora novamente sentia medo, mas tinha medo que se afastasse de ti, parasse de lhe tocar, não te fizesse delirar, tremer, não te provasse do jeito que havia pedido.

A verdade era que você gostava do jeito bruto que ele te machucava, empurrava. Começou a ansiar a encontrá-lo pelos corredores, servir o padrão que ele buscava — da garotinha indefesa — gostava, amava, adorava se sentir menor que ele, que te fizesse estremecer, o poder que tinha sobre ti, amava sentir tudo aquilo, todas as noites sonhava com seus toques, encurtava a saia do uniforme propositalmente, se arrumava, depois que lhe deixava sem chão, sorria com o coração quente, afinal, amava qualquer situação que ele estivesse nela, não importava se machucasse ou que escutasse palavras doloridas, só de estar na presença do moreno te excitava, lhe deixava cada vez mais carente dele, demasiadamente, completamente apaixonada.

Suas orbes na visão dele pareciam duas vezes maiores, brilhantes, dignas do coração parecer enlouquecer dentro do peito, lhe puxou para pertinho dele, de um jeito no qual suas respirações misturavam-se, roçou a pontinha de seus narizes e umedeceu seus lábios com a língua.

O ar escapava como gemidos de seus pulmões — desesperado por ti — cerrou as sobrancelhas, colou sua boca com a dele. O beijo em si era desajeitado, talvez pelo fato de você ao menos ter perdido o "bv", se sentia timida ao remexer sua língua juntamente a do mais velho, sentindo uma a outra, de maneira na qual fazia suas pernas fraquejarem, mal conseguia acreditar no que estavam fazendo, ainda mais na escola, mais especificamente, na sala de aula dele.

O moreno sorriu durante o beijo, você conseguia sentir, e inevitavelmente fez o mesmo, sentindo o modo como te manejava embrutecer, lhe tocar com ainda mais intensidade, repuxando o cós do tecido da sainha faminto, o transformando em um pano abarrotado. Apertou a pele recém descoberta prazerosamente, sentindo o deslizar de seus toques para renda da calcinha, me fazendo suspirar quase como um ronrono, pedindo por mais daquilo.

As carícias na intimidade ainda coberta te faziam rasgar choramingos baixinhos, tombar a cabeça em desejo. O maior apertou a pele de suas coxas, desceu os beijos para o pescoço, te pegando no colo firme, como se fosse estupidamente fácil, te colocando sentada em alguma carteira aleatória da sala iluminada apenas por um vidro aberto, indicando o final da tarde e começo da noite.

Respirou fundo no seu pescoço, chupou, maltratou a pele até que as marcas escuras se sobressaíssem, lhe olhou nos olhos, a respiração descompensada, a troca de olhares maliciosamente provocativas, os amassos e o desespero de um pelo outro fervia seus corpos em puro desejo. Implorando um pelo outro.

O sentiu se abaixar na altura de suas pernas, se contraindo, as fechando por instinto, quase que automaticamente, escutando a figura maior estalar a língua no céu da boca, reprovando a ação.

— Não adianta fechar essas perninhas princesa. Você sabe que eu vou abrir de qualquer jeito — A voz rouca te fez gemer manhosinha, franzindo o cenho, observando o mais velho abrindo suas pernas novamente, bruto, te inclinando na madeira.

"Paradinha..Hm?" sua voz impôs, obedeceu quietinha, tentando respirar fundo, até sentir seus dedos rígidos passearem pela bucetinha inchadinha, envolvida pela aspereza da renda.

O tecido foi puxado de lado gentilmente, deixando a intimidade espremidinha à mostra, rasgando um suspirar pesado da garganta do Liu, que tombou a cabeça pro lado em deleite. Ao sentir a respiração quente em você a inquietação tomou conta de seu corpo, queria se mexer ali desesperadamente, um biquinho se formou em seus lábios, e um choramingo manhoso escapou da garganta, pedindo silenciosamente pro mais velho tocar ali, o que foi atendido quase como uma tortura, esfregando o indicador por toda a extensão, formando um traço no sexo quente, arrancando gemidos e pedidos nada castos para que continuasse.

— Você ‘tá tão meladinha bebezinha.. — Sentiu os dedos dele te estimularam grosseiramente, e inevitavelmente você se contorceu ali, se esfregando desesperada por mais, se julgando mentalmente quase que automaticamente, quando percebeu que desobedeceu o maior.

Sentiu o baque da mão de Yangyang na sua coxa, tingindo a pele em vermelho, soltou um gritinho de dor, a ansiedade consumia cada vez mais seu interior, se tornando cada vez mais boba aos toques do moreno, tanto que demorou a perceber o gosto metálico do sangue em sua língua, o lábio inferior cortado pela tentativa falha de obedecer o mais velho, que agora parecia ainda mais bruto pela falha, os apertos lascivos e os tapas tendenciosos a lhe machucar.

— Paradinha princesa, paradinha, se quer que eu chupe a sua bucetinha direito.

Raspou a boca em ti, tocando devagarzinho, explorando, sentiu suas pernas tremerem, os pézinhos se apertarem dentro do converse desgastado, os gemidinhos manhosos saiam cortados conforme a língua se remexia em você, chupando cada partezinha da bucetinha babadinha, ele sugava, chupava e lambia. Tentando respirar fundo para manter a calma, não gemer alto demais, o que parecia uma tarefa impossível com seu orgasmo parecendo estar tão pertinho.

“Isso..isso…isso. Hm..mm..a-assim” Seus gemidinhos o fazia suspirar em aprovação baixinho. As coxas brilhavam por conta do líquido que escorria do canalzinho encharcado, os dedos do mais velho empurraram contra o buraquinho vermelhinho, e você tentou o receber bem, deixando os dígitos grossos entrarem, se controlando para não apertá-los. Choramingou quando se deu conta do ato falho, o espaço parecia não esticar o suficiente para tê-los ali dentro, soltou chorinhos quando o sentiu se forçar na entrada, assim recebendo, com dificuldade.

— Se meus dedos quase não entraram em você, como vai receber meu pau. Hein? Será que vai aguentar tudo? — o interior queimava, viu os dedos rígidos desaparecem, depois voltarem, cada vez mais meladinhos, e agora, avermelhados, misturando sangue com o melzinho que você produzia.

— Eu aguento.. 'papai... eu aguento — Riu quando escutou o apelidinho sujo que se nomeou quando machucava a menor, o tesão fazia o pau pulsar por dentro da calça, implorando e ansiando entrar no canalzinho molhado, se perguntando o quanto o apertaria, e o quão gostoso seria quando finalmente faria o que imaginava por meses.

— Assim que você gosta? Hm? — sussurrou um “uhum” manhoso, em aprovação, ele movimentava lentamente dentro de ti, saia e entrava de pouquinho em pouquinho, ardia quando se mexia, te fazia querer esfregar mais, ter mais contato, queria mais fundo.

Queria que doesse ainda mais.

Suas paredes se apertaram quando se sentiu mais sensível aos seus toques, tocando seu pulso para acelerar os movimentos. O maior riu de escárnio e te deixou gozar, nos dedinhos dele.

— Isso, goza minha bebêzinha, goza na mão do cara que te faz de bonequinha, que te machuca, devora, e você não reage. Como uma bonequinha burrinha. É isso que você é não é princesinha? — As sobrancelhas franziram buscando uma resposta silenciosa da sua parte, o cinismo era óbvio, sorrindo perversamente em seguida — É ‘minha’ bonequinha burrinha — Ofegante pelo recente orgasmo, sentiu as perninhas tremerem e o clítoris ficar inchadinho, a sensação te enlaçava tão deliciosamente que revirava os olhos por dentro das pálpebras, exalava o ar pesadamente dos pulmões, se contraia por dentro, e o corpo parecia exausto.

O maior pegou as mãozinhas pequenas e as levaram até o pau duro, latejando na calça, ronronou manhosa quando sentiu o quão grande era, o quanto ia te machucar, rasgar, te deixar doloridinha, lhe quebrar inteira, suas ônix transbordavam luxúria e malícia, os olhos estavam escuros como nunca, em puro desejo.

Conseguia escutar a respiração rouca se misturando com seus suspiros baixinhos e gemidinhos manhosos quando lentamente foi abaixando o zíper da calça, abaixando a boxer, até ver seu pau de pertinho.

A sua destra se movimentava em vai e vem no pau do mais velho, chegava a se arrepiar o fato que aquilo estaria dentro de você, não sabia se aguentaria.

— Vem sentar bebê.. — ele se sentou em alguma cadeira da sala, empurrou a carteira próxima com o sapato caro, fazendo o rangido ecoar alto, suspirou como um choramingo, se ajeitou em cima dele, o deixando entre suas pernas. A mão pesada foi de encontro a sua nuca, te puxando para perto dele, te beijando, dessa vez com gosto de travessura, malícia, e quaisquer sinônimos perversos que se encontram nesse mesmo contexto.

Tremeu quando sentiu o mais velho puxar as bandas das nádegas um pouquinho, te deixando exposta, o som estalado do tapa te fez pulsar, totalmente vulnerável, ainda mais quando sentiu a cabecinha trilhar um caminho da vulva até o canalzinho até então virgenzinho.

O abraçou, apertando os olhinhos por conta do receio, a pressão do pau teso no buraquinho pequeno te fazia revirar os olhos por debaixo das pálpebras, enlouquecer no colo dele. Os chorinhos manhosos cortavam a garganta sem ao menos passar pela sua cabeça, não conseguia pensar em absolutamente nada, só no pau que estava prestes a te encher todinha.

Ele grunhia no pé do seu ouvido, se forçava um pouquinho, parava, esperava seus choramingos de dor cessarem um pouco, e continuava a meter, lentamente. Mas quando a cabecinha inteira entrou, se deu conta que parecia impossível aquilo tudo caber dentro de você.

As lágrimas escorriam descontroladamente à medida que tentava te fazer descer nele, a respiração pesada acompanhava os sons manhosinhos que saiam da sua boca, tremendo no colo do moreno, encharcando a camisa do uniforme com o chorinho, se sentindo amolecer e gemer entre soluços conforte Liu se forçava cada vez mais.

Em um ato inesperado, Yangyang te empurrou contra ele, fazendo seu corpinho deslizar forçadamente de encontro ao talo duro, te arrebentando por dentro, fazendo seu interior rasgar de dor, parecendo te atingir até a garganta, soltou um gritinho sofrido, surpresa, as lágrimas não paravam, latejava, se sentia transbordando, não conseguia ao menos escutar o que o maior sussurrava em seu ouvido, estava delirando, completamente e estupidamente boba, com estrelinhas na cabeça.

A parte debaixo estava tão cheia, que sequer escorria o sangue que aquecia o mais velho por dentro, sentia te completar até demais, ardendo intensamente, fervendo, e o moreno não estava diferente.

Mas a ardência do corpo dele era completamente oposta. O corpo fervia de malícia, o instinto e o desejo pareciam o implorar para estocar, sabia que tinha força, não precisava fazer tanto para aquilo já que a primeira parte já tinha sido feita, mas te esperaria, sabia que havia magoado a bucetinha, que você mal conseguiria sentar ou se manter de pé por alguns dias.

Por isso a cuidaria, para sempre, te beijaria, te apertaria contra ele, acariciaria a ti até dormir, até a dor passar. Para te machucar no próximo dia novamente, até porque; agora era a bonequinha dele, somente dele.

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juhaknyeonies · 10 months

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random bf! texts: liu yangyang

l.yy | masterlist

#₊˚✧⊹┊smau oneshots #yangyang #liu yangyang #x reader #smau #kpop smau #nct #nct wayv #wayv #nct smau #wayv smau #nct yangyang

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ryozaki21 · 2 years

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brownies - l.yy

"...I spent 2 days making the perfect brownie for you!"

genre: pure fluff , yangyang x reader

warnings: yangyang being a softie TT, wc: 1.2k

an: this one's from the shelf aswell, i promise i'm working on a new fic!!

"No! Yangyang stop, you're messing it up!" You yelled at your boyfriend when he started mixing the batter mixture rapidly, making some of it splash out of the bowl.

"I just wanna try it, It would be two times faster!!" He proudly says to you. You stared at him blankly.

You looked up, "Jesus christ I dated a five year old." You mumbled.

"Told ya this was a bad idea, Y/N." You heard Ten, sitting at the couch.

You just rolled your eyes as you continued to make brownies.

"Come on baby, promise I'll stop." Yangyang as he put his palms together and looked at you with his puppy eyes.

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Alright give me the chocolate." You said and took your hands out.

You were waiting for him to give you the chocolate but he just stared at your palms.

"Uh.. I ate h-half---"

"Oh my gosh! What?! Why?" You angrily said to him, making him turn his head down.

"It took you so long to prepare I got hungry! And I thought it was out for snacks, I didn't know it's in the recipe!" He fired back at you.

"Really?! We're literally making brownies, Yangyang and you thought we didn't need chocolates?! Wow, genius!" You sarcastically complained.

"Hey, you're the one who dragged me into this! You knew I hate baking!" He yelled back.

"What?! I said I'm baking brownies and you said you want to do it too!" You pointed at him, now yelling louder.

"I was just being nice. I didn't know you were gonna be this bossy!" You looked at him with disbelief, and angrily put down the spatula that you were holding.

"Ugh! I'm not doing this with you. I'm done." You gave up and went out of the kitchen to go to his room.

"Where do you think you're going?! You're at my dorm!" He shouted.

You stopped walking, and gasped with his words. You turned around.

"You're right, hah." You sarcastically laughed and walked towards the jacket rack to get your coat.

"Don't even think of calling me, Yangyang. I'm done with your shit." You harshly said to him before leaving the dorms.

You went home, still angry to the point that you were crying. You and Yangyang have always been fine and never really fought. Just arguments here and there but not to the point of yelling on top of each other.

You turned off your phone, and went to sleep right after. You got tired because of crying so you dozed off pretty quick.

2 days have passed, and Yangyang still isn't contacting you. You've already missed him so much, but your thoughts drowned you.

You assumed that he was done with all your shit as well, and didn't wanna talk to you too.

You sighed as you stood up, looking for your laptop. You need to finish some designs for your boss, but you couldn't find your laptop at your apartment.

And that's when you realized, you left it at WayV's dorm. Half of your clothes are there as well. You pretty much live with Yangyang, until ofcourse, the fight happened.

Fuck, the deadline's tomorrow. I need that laptop. You thought to yourself.

You didn't want to call Yangyang, because It would be embarrassing. You told him never to contact you again, it would be stupid if you call him.

"Aish." You mumbled as you got your keys and drove straight to WayV's dorm.

You knocked twice, Xiaojun opening for you.

"Don't wanna hear it, I just need to get my stuff." You told him and pushed him out of the way.

"Y/N?" You heard Kun, in the kitchen, with aprons on.

You didn't face him as you walked straight to Yangyang's room. He's not there, luckily for you.

You opened your backpack, and started to gather your things.

"Y/N I think you should wait for Yangyang first before you do that.." Ten as he watched you grab your clothes.

"What? Don't worry I won't take any of his things, Ten." You said and rolled your eyes at him.

"That's not what I meant." He seriously said.

"You two should talk first." He sat on Yangyang's bed, as he stopped you packing.

You gave a big sigh. "I know what I'm doing." You sternly said and continued packing.

"Alright." Ten put both his hands up and slowly left the room.

After about 5 minutes, you were done packing and got your laptop. You went outside the room.

As the room's door close, that was when the main door opens, revealing Yangyang, holding a packet of... sprinkles?

He froze and looked at you, as his eyes slowly lowered to your bag.

"Y-you're leaving m-me?" He silently said, as he let go of the sprinkles.

"I just need my s--"

He walked towards you and hugged you tight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Y/N, I truly am! I promise I won't do it again just don't leave me please!" He pleaded hugged you really tight, burying his face on to your neck.

But that's not what you're surprised of, the shocking thing was you felt his shoulder shake, and your neck started to feel wet.

"Are you crying?" You patted his back trying to calm him down.

"Please don't break up with me Y/N. Please baby don't go!" He whispered as he continued crying.

You grabbed both of his shoulder and pushed him a bit to make him face you. and you were correct, he's bawling.

"Aish." You mumbled and grabbed the tissue from the table beside you and wiped his tears.

He's still looking at you, sniffing, while you fix his hair and wipe his face.

"I'm not breaking up with you, okay?" You clarified to him.

"T-then why are you taking your stuff?" He carefully asked.

"I was only here to take my laptop, But I thought I would take my things too because you don't... you don't like me around here." You quietly said the last part because you were embarrassed.

"So not true?!" He said in a high pitch.

"Then why didn't you call me?!" You slightly hit his chest and he caught your hands.

"I spent those 2 days making the perfect brownie for you.. Kun-ge's teaching me and I thought I could surprise you.. so I didn't wanna call you cuz that would spoil the surprise." He gave you an innocent look.

"Oh my gosh, baby..." You said and hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry I've been bitchy and bossy.." You said as you pulled away from your hug, almost tearing up.

"No baby I'm sorry for being immature." He said as he put his hands on your cheek.

"How about we're both sorry?" You said and smiled at him, which he gladly returned to you.

"Hmmkay baby." He leaned towards you but before you two kissed--

"No kissing in front of us, kids!" Ten shouted.

You both laughed, turning your heads to him.

"How about I help you put those back on my dresser?" Yangyang said, as he pointed at your backpack full of clothes.

You nodded at him and he put his arms around you as you two walked towards his room.

"Kun-ge, you can finish the brownies, right? We'll back after 20 mins." Yangyang said,

"30." You corrected and coughed.

"30minutes." Yangyang repeated.

As you were to close the door, you heard Hendery.

"Be quiet or you're out!"

#kpop imagines #nct aus #nct #nct oneshot #wayv scenarios #wayv fanfic #wayv yangyang #yangyang #liu yangyang #wayv #yangyang x reader #nct imagines

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whereisten · 2 years

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OMG YOURE BACK IVE MISSED YOU GUYS❤️

and omg you’re writing again too?😭 what a good dayyyy. I clicked on the notification when I saw that tumblr notified be you guys were back💗 anywaysss for the prompt game:

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

Can i have it with yangyang please❤️😭 thank youuu, preferably friends to lovers where yangyang is oblivious the reader has a crush on him

BUT ALSO HOW ARE YOU GUYSS, IVE MISSED YOU

Thank you SO so much!!! We are doing well and hope you are too 🥺💖💖💖 I’m sorry this took so long but here we go!! I hope you like it!

Unrequited Love (a,f)

Yangyang x female reader (oneshot)

Contains: angst, fluff, a little cursing, jealousy, surprise guest 😏

Word count: 1.9k

25.”It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

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“I can’t believe I’m ready before you for once.” You swung your chair back to facing Yangyang’s gaming computer to finish the level he could never beat. You were both getting ready for your senior prom or what the entire world referred to as “the best night of your life.”

You weren’t so sure about that, after all, you had no date. To make matters worse, you’d have to watch your one true love go with someone else. You didn’t think it was fair, but if it made Yangyang happy, that’s all that mattered.

Yangyang scoffed “well…you don’t have to wear much makeup, you don’t have to do anything special to look..pretty.” The last word came out in the most gentle whisper, but you still heard it.

Your thumbs stuttered in movement. You didn’t move your character in time and quickly lost a life as some other player took advantage of your shock and shot you.

You paused the game and turned to him slowly. He still buttoned his dress shirt up like he didn’t do or say anything wrong.

“W-what did you just say?”

He turned to you with a smirk as he folded his collar. “Nothing.” He shrugged.

“Wait wait wait wait…” you jumped out of the chair and walked up to him.

“You can’t just-!”

He interrupts you with a loud sigh.

“Can you fix my bow tie for me?”

He hands you the tie while your mouth is still open.

You scoff and take it in your hands.

You stepped closer to him, bowing your head slightly so you could pay closer attention to his slender neck.

You were shaking and you hoped he didn’t notice, but this was the closest you had been to the boy you secretly loved.

Your fingers simply brushed his warm skin and you felt sparks at the tips. You swallowed hard as you remembered just how good he looked in a suit.

He chuckled. “At this rate, we’ll never get to prom.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you stopped taking a peak at my cleavage and tilted your head back, this would be easier for me!”

Yangyang quickly looked up to elongate his neck but not before ushering an “ugh ew!”

You knew he was joking, but a part of you felt defeated at that. Why didn’t he feel the same way about you? Why did he have to crush on the most basic looking girl? You’ve known him since 5th grade, she’s only known him since this year. It wasn’t fair, but once again, she made him happy, that’s all that matters.

You finally stepped back and turned from him. “There..you’re all set..can we go now?”

Yangyang frowned when you turned away from him. He didn’t know why you seemed sad for the biggest night of your lives, but he wished you weren’t. You were supposed to have fun together.

“Y/n..” he said softly.

“Yeah?” You looked at him over your shoulder.

Time moved slowly. In a perfect world, this would be the moment. He’d finally confess his love to you. He’d ditch his date or maybe you’d both ditch prom altogether and just hang out. You would spend time together and express your love for each other. He’d say “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now.” And finally, you’d finally-

“You ready for some fun?” He tossed the car keys to you and smiled brightly.

You forced a smile and nodded.

———

Yangyang met his date at prom and you watched from the side as they took photos. You pretended to fix your hair and makeup. You looked at your nails and even talked to random students you never even seen before tonight. You tried everything not to watch them together. Your heart was breaking. You felt so beautiful and yet, you envied the girl at the center of Yangyang’s attention.

Yangyang held her closely as they walked towards the dance floor. He turned back to you when he realized you were behind him and waved you over. However, you pretended not to see him over the crowd and went outside to the balcony area.

You looked over a beautiful garden lit by white Christmas lights and the gazebo at the center. It was perfect. You could easily feel like a princess. If only you had a Prince.

“It hurts..” a male voice echoes from the doorway.

You turned to him. “What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you..” he tilts his head towards the party.

The boy is none other than your ex, Jeno.

You chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeno.”

He steps closer to you, standing right across from you now as you look back out at the garden.

“Come on y/n…I see the look in your eyes when you look at Yangyang..you look at him like he created the stars, the moon, and night itself..”

You look back at Jeno as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“I would’ve given anything to have you look at me that way..just once.” He continues.

“Jeno..you know I—“ you swallowed hard.

“You have a special place in your heart for me..yeah I know, I remember the break-up letter you wrote to me.” He chuckled.

“What you feel now…is what I felt every day I was with you.”

“Is that why you came out here? To make me feel worse than I already do?” Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you weren’t sure why. Jeno was so sweet. He was a great boyfriend, but your heart belonged to Yangyang, even he couldn’t keep you from loving him.

But you weren’t crying because of Jeno, were you? No, you were crying because he was right. It did hurt to love someone that didn’t love you back.

He shook his head. “No..I’m here to tell you to stop..either let him go or tell him the truth..”

“Jeno..you know I can’t do that.”

“Tell him everything, tell him how you feel and how you can’t go five minutes without your heart racing just because he’s looked at you.”

“And what will that do? It will ruin our friendship, just stop.” You grew furious at Jeno’s bizarre statements and walked by him to the door leading back into the party.

He took your hand and pulled you back. “You broke up me because you love him! It’s only fair that you let him know that!”

Your head snaps back to him. “Fair for who? For you! I will never tell Yangyang.”

“Tell me what?” Yangyang speaks out from behind you.

You swallow hard and turn back to him, tears were running down your cheeks now. You were embarrassed. This night had turned into a mess so fast, you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Jeno? What the hell did you do?”

Jeno let you go but remained silent.

“He--he didn’t do anything Yangyang, don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

“Fuck that, you don’t look fine.” Yangyang grows angry at the sight of you in tears with your ex just a few feet away.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What did he do, y/n?”

He reaches for your cheek but you back away.

Jeno steps to you, but Yangyang quickly pushes him away. “Back off asshole!”

“Yangyang!” You step in before the situation escalates. “Im not crying because of him..I’m crying because of you.” You let out and immediately regretted it.

“What?” Yangyang stared in disbelief.

You ran through the party and out the front door.

Yangyang ran after you as his date ran after him.

“Y/n! Let’s talk about this..is what he said true?”

You stopped in your tracks for a moment.

He heard Jeno. You grew even more embarrassed and started to run again.

You quickly hopped in your car and started to drive home. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see a heartbroken and confused Yangyang in your review mirror. He called out to you, but his voice grew quieter as you drove further and further away.

———

It was the next morning when you heard a knock on your door.

You pulled your pillow over your head and pretended to sleep.

After a few minutes, the door flew open.

You sighed and lifted the pillow off.

“It’s a Saturday, why are you waking me up-“ you mumbled, but stopped when you realized it wasn’t any parent coming in.

Yangyang stood at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed.

“You piss me off.” He picked up another pillow that was at the end of your bed and threw it hard at you. Your head flung back but you quickly grabbed the pillow that was behind your head and threw it at him.

“You piss ME off! What the hell do you want?” You jumped out bed and grabbed another pillow and threw it at him before he could respond.

He caught it in hands effortlessly and suddenly the two of you were paying an angry game of pillow dodgeball at 9 a.m.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls or at least text me, you asshole!!” He threw it back at you.

You stepped to the side. “Why did I ever give you a key to my house?!” You yelled and threw your high heel shoe this time.

Yangyang’s eyes widened as he dropped yo the floor to dodge it.

“Okay!! Okay! That’s enough!” He yelled.

You panted and say on the edge of your bed.

He stood up slowly before sitting beside you.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to talk about it Yangs.”

“Well..I do.” He said softly.

You turned to face him, your mascara was smudged and your hair was messy, you looked a mess, but Yangyang loved it nonetheless. To him, you were always beautiful.

“It’s my fault..” he sighed before continuing. “I’ve been so oblivious this entire time..because I’ve just been so focused on..”

“Yourself?” You smirked.

He chuckled. “..yeah.”

You sighed loudly and fell into the bed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve never said anything to Jeno..now I’ve made the friendship awkward.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve only made things clearer for me to be honest.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Y/n..I love you too..and not just a friendly love..I think..no, I know I love you.”

He laid down beside you.

You chuckled. “And now you’re making fun of me.”

He places a hand on your chin and turns your face towards his. He kisses you without much thought, keeping his lips on yours in hopes that you won’t pull away.

And you don’t. You close your eyes and embrace the kiss, feeling like all your worries were lifted from your shoulders. You no longer felt heartbroken.

You pulled away to breathe and blinked rapidly. “That was…”

“Amazing.”

“Weird.” You said before laughing. You both felt strange but good.

“What about your date from last night? Are you sure about this?” You displayed a look of concern that Yangyang found to be adorable.

“Oh her? She’s pretty and all..but she isn’t you.”

You smiled widely before sitting up and grabbing a pillow to throw at him.

“If you barge into my room like that again, I’ll throw actual basketballs.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back to the bed.

——-

Thank youuu I hope you enjoyed!! I was actually gonna stop it at the scene where y/n drives away but i wanna be nice hehe

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ohhmydyosfics · 2 years

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(Renyang) From the Top, Make it Drop

“Have you ever fucked another omega?”

Yangyang inhales, fast, and chokes on his own spit. “Have I what? No, of course not!”

“Hey, it’s a normal question,” Renjun says. “No need to be defensive.”

“I’m not being defensive,” Yangyang glares. “I just. Haven’t, that’s all.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41383509

#From the Top Make it Drop #Renyang #Renjun #Yangyang #NCT #NCT U #NCT Dream #WayV #fanfic #oneshot #ABO verse #omegaverse #omega!Renjun #omega!Yangyang #smut

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theficblog · 2 years

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PROBLEM

LIU YANGYANG

Prologue: Yangyang can get on to your nerves really quickly. What is the problem that you have with him?

Genre: Fluff + Highschool AU + Haters to lovers

Wordcount: 971

Warnings: Mild Language

You stepped out of the public bus as you thanked the driver for dropping you off at school, just like any other day. This pleasant morning twinned itself with your pleasant mood. The semester was about to end soon, leaving you excited and restless. You took firm yet happy steps to the school building. The early morning breeze swept past your long glossy hair. The chirping of birds was stirred up by the chit-chat of the students. "Today is going to be a happy day!" You cheered yourself up as you continued your little commute.

Your happiness was short-lived and your face immediately held up an irritated emotion as you rolled your eyes.

"Hi! Y/N! Good Morning!" Your classmate greeted you with his cheeky smile, getting out of his flashy, expensive black Mercedes that his dad got him for his birthday last year. His driver was probably lacking more brains than him, for he parked his car right in your way.

You reverted with a cold expression as you tried to regain the momentum. Less than a minute later, you were in your class. You were quick to mingle with the rest of your friends and catch up on the uninteresting school gossip. The class huffled and shuffled quickly back to their seats, hinting that your homeroom teacher was in.

SHIT! THIS COULD NOT BE REAL!

"The final exams are approaching, you all are aware, but still some of us need extra help and effort. Liu Yangyang, you’ve got to somehow pass the grade at least. Starting today, reach out to Y/N in case you need academic help." That were his exact words.

What appeared to be a doze of scolding to Yangyang that was quite enjoyable to witness has now turned tragic for you. Yangyang already ruined your morning and now this was more to add to your exasperated mood. God! He was annoying!

The Maths class ended without you realizing the time. You were no math geek, but it was arguably interesting to get tangled up in the brain exercises. The pen was still being held in your hands even after all the chaos, a rather common scenario during recess time.

Yangyang did not miss a minute and dragged his feet to your seat, placing himself on your table. "So you know, I need help". He started the conversation. His family was sure rich enough to get him tutored privately, but still here he was. Just as you parted your lips to decline this request of his, he came up with another point. "Mr. Choi ordered it to be done, plus, you are the Class President, Y’N." He pleaded with no look of appeal whatsoever on his face.

"Tskk, okay, now get fucking off my seat!" You yanked his hand away.

It’s not like you hated him or anything, but just that he appeared to be that very young, rich, and spoiled brat who could not bother to lift up a spoon by himself. Maybe you were just jealous that he had it easier.

"No! Can’t you get this in your stupid brain! You’re supposed to shift the minus sixteen to the right side of the equation and then solve for the x." You were basically yelling at him this time as you explained. This was the seventh time you were repeating the exact same problem.

"Solve for the ex? huh? That’s going to be hard for me Y/N, I’ve had unsolved issues with some of my exes, to be honest". Yangyang teased as he spun the pencil in his hands. He wore his glasses just for today, ditching his contacts. With that huge cream-coloured hoodie, he looked like the nerd he never was.

"I’ve had like four girls in the past, all of whom are now an ‘x’ to me." He carelessly added more to this unwanted piece of conversation. Hearing this broke your heart. Yeah, he sure was all rich and fun and relationships probably did not matter to him. His money could always get him anyone he wanted, anytime, but this broke your heart. Never in your life had you been more judgmental.

Your face grew more agitated as he kept on ceaselessly talking and talking about the stuff you did not want to hear about—his past love affairs. He was such an idiot for this. "Silence, you uneducated peanut!" You rebuked. His mouth was left hanging open at the view of this side of yours. You were now evidently angry, and jealous.

"That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute." The boy replied back. "Did he just say I am cute?" You thought to yourself, and it created some new sort of sensation in your stomach. You were sure you now had a one sided love-hate with him.

"The variable detaches with the remaining eight on the left side. And then these brackets, oh, there you go, x is three." Yangyang talked to himself as he finally succeeded in solving the algebra. He looked at you, who were still lost somewhere in your trail of thoughts.

"I know you have a crush on me, Y/N." He stated out of nowhere, accompanied by a subtle curve of the lips, that seemed sincere to you for the first time ever.

You smirked back at him, no, you weren’t buying it that easily. You stood up as the bell rang, indicating it was the time for you both to leave.

"God bless the one that has a crush on you!" You made your remark and turned your back.

"Is there going to be any problem with that? Yangyang’s words made you pause. You turned back again, now facing him with a direct eye contact. Thinking and reenacting the best hard-to-get girl you ever saw in the movies, hands on the waist with perfect posture.

"Yes, a problem of love!"

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•~𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

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Wayv Masterlist

1•~Cuddles

2•~When you hug him from behind suddenly

3•~Kiss with Gif

4•~Sleeping

5•~When they see you cry

6•~When you sit on their thigh

7•~When you slap his butt

8•~Incorrect Quotes with Nct all units

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

10•~When they yell at you in front of other members 1° Part

11•~When they yell at you in front of the other members 2° Part

12•~When another member has a crush on you

13•~When you call them bro (text Messages)

14•~Touch served soulmate (ft Nct127)

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

16•~You have difficulty taking him the first time S

17•~As Hybrids (All Unit Nct)

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gureumcityrecs · 2 years

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wayv

⇥ [ original masterlist ] ⇤

⇥ [ group ] ⇤

⇥ [ qian kun ] ⇤

⇥ [ chittaphon leechaiyapornkul ] ⇤

⇥ [ dong sicheng ] ⇤

⇥ [ wong yukhei ] ⇤

⇥ [ xiao dejun ] ⇤

⇥ [ huang guanheng ] ⇤

⇥ [ liu yangyang ] ⇤

#wayv #nct #wayv recs #wayv oneshots #wayv angst #wayv smut #wayv smau #kun #ten #winwin #lucas #xiaojun #hendery #yangyang #nctzens #czennies #wayzenni

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Blame it on my Disney Wish (Prologue)

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot,

TAG LIST ▸ (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

RELEASE DATE ▸ no schedule haha... i work at my own pace guys!

WORD COUNT ▸ 1.1k words

“Could we maybe go to Disney?”

Little did Qian Kun know, was that this innocent question would be the reason why Kun, and 6 other idiots were now at Walt Disney World with you.

That day, Dong Si Cheng, Kun’s roommate, asked a simple question. That had a simple answer: No. But what happened instead, wasn’t as simple. If it were any other one of his idiotic friends he would’ve turned them down straight away, but the request had to come from the mouth of Dong Si Cheng instead. There was no way Kun could resist the temptation of seeing those eyes look dejected after he rejected that wish of Si Cheng’s.

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do.” Was what HE SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID. but he did.

As soon as Kun walked out of Si Cheng’s room, his smile quickly turned into a frown. How the hell was he going to accomplish this? They were pretty much broke college students, no freetime, and no clout. Actually the last part was a lie. They were pretty popular amongst most of the students of their school. Mingled with most people, went to parties, drank a lot, you get the gist. Yet, that wasn’t enough clout to magically grant them a Disney trip. That shit only happened in movies. Disney movies.

“Couldn’t help but overhear that sad conversation.” Kun turned his head to see a familiar face, one that happened to belong to his ‘bestie’ Ten. He was using the term ‘bestie’ lightly. They’d known each other for years, but still bickered and teased each other over everything. Ten’s real name was ‘Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul’, but of course no one could pronounce that so everyone just called him Ten instead. It made life simpler.

“Oh yeah? Like you could do anything better.”

Ten cocked his head to the side, “What? Can’t stop being a people pleaser for once and reject someone for a change?” “I’d love to see you try. Why don’t you go tell him ‘no’ instead, so we don’t have to shovel out our own money to pay for this damn trip?” Kun knew Ten loved a good challenge, and that Ten was as equally broke as he was, so maybe he could convince Ten to persuade Si Cheng.

Ten looked at him for a few seconds, rolled his eyes, and walked right into Si Cheng’s room. Kun glanced at his watch, wanting to see how long it would take.

“You don’t need to tell me Ten. I heard everything outside, I… understand.” Kun could hear Si Cheng’s faint voice from the door, and his heart ached a little. The sadness in his tone was very obvious. “I was being selfish… I’m sorry.”

“N-Nononoofcoursenot!” Ten blabbered out. Suddenly Ten opened the door again, spotted Kun and pulled Kun back into the room with him. “Tell him Kun! We were just planning the dates right, weren’t we Kun?”

Fuck this bastard. Kun could imagine it in his head. Right here, right now. His hands wrapped tightly around Ten’s neck. And when he was done, he would know exactly where to put the bo- Err… Just kidding. There would be a witness anyways. A witness that was currently giving him a puzzled look.

“Uhm… yeah yeah… yeah right we were just booking flights that’s all. And if it… sounded like we weren’t gonna go uh… we were just… joking, right?” Kun looked at Ten for support. If Ten was gonna throw Kun under the bus then he needed all the help he could get.

“Yeah yeah. We’ll go to your favorite park!” Ten winked at Si Cheng, still nervously looking at Kun. “I like all of them though…”

That’s it. Kun grabbed on Ten’s arm, as equally hard as Ten had done to him earlier, dragging him out of Si Cheng’s room once again. This time, Kun and Ten positioned themselves strategically in the kitchen where Kun’s beloved roommate wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation. However as they made their way into the kitchen to see a shorter boy standing at the sink peeling an orange. “Chenle, how the fuck do you keep getting into our dorm room?” Kun stared at Chenle as he was nonchalantly peeling his orange.

The younger boy grinned at the two. “Si Cheng gave me his spare key. He wanted to learn how to play basketball, so I’ve been teaching him.”

Chenle was a basketball prodigy and had gotten into their school on a scholarship because of it. He was only 2 grades below Kun, but somehow they shared most of their classes with each other. Chenle would always pester Kun whenever he could and did anything he could to make his life miserable. “Okay, so why are you here now? Si Cheng did not look like he was about to play basketball at all.” Chenle popped an orange slice in his mouth. “Silly! I’m here for you! Well, see I originally was going to bother you like I normally do, y’know” He ignored Kun’s glare and continued on, “But then… I was hungry so I got a snack.” He motioned to the orange in his hands and ate another slice, “Also whoever made that Pumpkin Pie, that was absolutely fire.”

“Fuck you that was my last slice” Ten crossed his arms, and joined Kun in scowling at the younger boy.

“Yeah well. Sorry. I guess. Not really. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Regardless, while eating the pie I witnessed your little disney dilemma and I have a proposal to make.” Kun eyed Chenle suspiciously as he continued on, “I’ll pay for your little trip. Flights, Tickets, Fastpasses, Food, everything!”

Kun completely forgot that Chenle’s family was loaded. He glanced at Ten then back at Chenle. “And what do you want in return? Is there a catch?”

Chenle looked at them with a more mischievous grin in comparison to the ones he had been giving them before. “No catch! You just have to take me and my best friend, y/n with you.”

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