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yutaholic · 1 year

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PAIRING: Taeyong (NCT) + reader (female)

GENRE: stuck in quarantine; a hot mess; smut

SUMMARY: Taeyong is a great roommate and you would never do anything to jeopardize your friendship with him, but the longer you’re cooped up in the apartment together, the harder it gets to ignore what’s starting between you and him.

WARNINGS: mild language; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 3.2k words; listening to need to know by doja cat

Well, it finally happened. You overheard your roommate masturbating.

And after gasping in horror, followed by flushing with total embarrassment, you did the unthinkable. You pressed your ear to the door and kept listening. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but a few minutes later, in the privacy of your bathroom, it led to one hell of an orgasm.

After that, you could barely look at Taeyong when you were together in the shared living space. Or the kitchen. Would he drop dead of shock if you told him he had the sexiest moans you’d ever heard? How could you mention to him that you’d listened to him jack off and then fingered yourself in the shower?

The answer was you couldn’t. No way in hell. So, you kept your mouth shut.

Firstly, Taeyong didn’t like you like that. Of that you were certain. You were friends and roommates and nothing more. Second, you’d be damned if you jeopardized a fantastic living arrangement in the middle of a global pandemic.

But as that pandemic continued with no end in sight and more time was spent in isolation, frustration set in.

Then, the worst thing of all happened. Your vibrator died.

Old Faithful. Ole Reliable. She was gone. You dragged your feet out to the kitchen and dropped her into the trash bin.

“What’s wrong?” Taeyong asked curiously, seeing the pout you were sporting.

“She’s dead.”

Taeyong glanced over, catching a glimpse of the hot pink vibrator just as you closed the lid to the trash. His eyes widened and he mumbled, “Oh, I always thought that buzzing noise was your phone.”

You almost burst into laughter, covering your mouth to hide it.

Taeyong’s cheeks flushed when he realized you and he were standing beside the dead remains of your vibrator, indirectly talking about your sex life.

“I masturbate too, you know,” you said calmly.

“Too?” Taeyong stiffened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, Tae. We’re both adults.”

Taeyong looked one more breath away from passing out. Thanks to his upbringing, it felt disrespectful talking to a girl about this that wasn’t his intimate partner. Especially when said girl was who he thought of when he fisted his dick at night.

“Sorry,” you quickly apologized. Given the look on his face, you’d overstepped an unspoken boundary. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Forget I said anything.”

Taeyong surprised you. “No. It’s fine. I was worried about making you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine.”

Well, with that established, Taeyong could ask the important questions. “Do you, uh, have a replacement?”

You perked up at him being less awkward about it and replied, “I’ve ordered another one, but they’re backed up and delayed. Can’t imagine why.”

Taeyong snorted.

“That just leaves the trusty dildo,” you added offhandedly.

Taeyong’s cheeks flared with heat again. He did not need to be thinking about you fucking yourself with a dildo. Was it pink too? Your roommate asked before he could stop himself, “Is it big?”

You fought back a chuckle. “It’s not huge, if that’s what you’re wondering. Do you wanna see it?”

“Your dildo?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, you asked how big it was.”

Taeyong mumbled, “The number of inches would be fine.”

“Six insertable.”

Insertable? Oh, god. Taeyong absolutely did not need to think about anything inserting inside you. Inside your pussy. Wet and throbbing and... fuck.

He swallowed the massive lump in his throat and tried to ignore the faint twitch of his cock in his pants, and deflected with humor. “So, women wanting ten inch dicks is a myth?”

“Every woman is different,” you said coolly. “I can’t handle ten. Five to seven is perfect for me.”

That was music to Taeyong’s ears. His cock twitched again. The one that was within that range when hard. Stop it, Taeyong chided. But he was already thinking with his dick when he asked, “Is it girthy?”

You watched him shift his weight. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this was turning him on a little bit. You decided to test him. “Are you sure you don’t wanna see it?” Your tone was coy.

Taeyong studied you. There was a short pause. He didn’t want to be a coward and his curiosity gave him a shove. “Show me the damn dildo.”

You turned on your heels and marched right into your room, your pulse thundering with excitement (and arousal) at the sound of his footsteps behind you. You opened the top door of your dresser, slipped your hand into the folded panties and took out a dildo.

“It’s orange,” Taeyong said, as if it weren’t obvious. And orange was an understatement. It was bright and borderline fluorescent. It would reflect headlights in traffic.

Taeyong tilted his head slightly. The damn thing even had veins. It was one of the most realistic looking fake cocks he’d ever seen (though for the record, he hadn’t seen many). Complete with balls. Whew. What a time to be alive.

“Yeah. It looks like a creamsicle,” you said cutely, giving the dildo a quick wiggle just to get a reaction out of him.

Taeyong chuckled. “Does that mean you suck on it too?”

“Of course. Throat game and all that.”

Taeyong realized too late that he was licking his lips, thinking about your lips wrapped around that fake cock. Which made him think about your lips sealing around his very real - and soon to be very hard - dick.

You loved that he was getting less and less skittish about it. You and Taeyong had always been comfortable with each other.

But by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was imagining what that mouth could do.

You cocked your head. “Do you want me to show you?”

His eyes flickered and his dick practically leapt in his pants, getting stiffer in record time. “You wanna suck my dick?”

You meant the dildo. You definitely meant the dildo. But boy oh boy, just hearing him say it made you clench your thighs.

“Yes,” you said, trying to hide your excitement. It had been so long since you got to choke on a cock.

And it had been even longer since Taeyong got a blow job. Not that he was inclined to tell you that. It was too embarrassing.

He tended to avoid them, because he came too fast. But Taeyong had a feeling he could trust you. You were so nonchalant about the whole thing. Talking about sex didn’t make you flush like he did.

No. Taeyong knew you wouldn’t pass judgement.

So, he started unfastening his jeans and you glanced down to watch, licking your lips at those veiny arms, before dropping to your knees at his feet and helping him get his dick out of his pants.

His girth surprised you at first. Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to be so thick in your grasp considering his lean build. Wrapping your hand around his half-hard cock, you let saliva spill from your lips and onto the tip, working him up with your spit so he was easier to pump in your fist.

Taeyong cursed softly, sucking in a breath through his teeth at your touch. Fuck, when was the last time a hand other than his own touched his dick?

You were out of your mind with lust. Isolation was a motherfucker. You were so horny you couldn’t form the words, so you didn’t. Your mouth watered as he grew painfully stiff in your grasp until you finally wrapped your lips around the head and sucked.

Taeyong, to your delight, moaned and the sound sent a shudder straight to your core. You already knew he was vocal and nothing made you wetter than a lover that wasn’t afraid to make noise. You liked knowing you were doing a good job and making him feel good.

You took more of him in your mouth as reward, bobbing back and forth until the head of him was in the back of your throat, and you swallowed around him for good measure.

“Fuck,” Taeyong groaned loudly, getting a handful of your hair. He needed something to hold onto.

You focused on hollowing your cheeks, working around his dick, trying to get him off. You held his hips with your hands and pressed your fingertips into his flesh, rocking him toward you.

Taeyong gave a tentative thrust into your mouth, jaw going slack at the wet squelching and gasping sounds coming from your throat where the head of his cock was buried.

He had no idea you had this side to you. You were calmly sucking him dry, barely breaking a sweat. It turned him on more than anything; you being on your knees for him. And goddamn, you had dropped to your knees so eagerly. Taeyong gathered all of your hair into a ponytail and wound the strands around his fist, gently steering your head up and down his dick.

You relaxed, handing him the reins, letting him use your mouth as he pleased. Your panties were soaked against your folds, drenched with your arousal. Your walls clenched each time he thrust into your mouth. His moans were so delicious you hummed, sending vibrations through his cock that almost made his knees buckle.

“I’m coming,” Taeyong warned breathlessly, pumping faster into your throat.

So soon, you thought, haughty as ever. You scraped your fingers down his thighs before reaching right for his balls, massaging and squeezing them. The moment you did, Taeyong choked out a moan and emptied himself down your throat, shaking and jerking, tugging on your hair so tightly that you whimpered around his length.

Taeyong withdrew from you sharply, panting for breath and blinking through the tears in his eyes. Fuck, he thought. It felt so good he almost lost his goddamn mind. The edges of his vision blurred.

Swallowing down the last of his load, you got to your feet, grinning at how disheveled he looked. You were tempted to ask him, “How was it?” but you already knew the answer.

Taeyong blushed the moment your eyes met and mumbled, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“You were perfect,” you flirted, running a hand through your hair. Then, you reached for the orange dildo that started this whole mess and said, “If you don’t mind, me and the creamsicle are gonna bond over this real quick.”

If you didn’t do something about the throbbing ache in your core, you were going to go insane.

Taeyong gawked. Were you really not going to let him reciprocate? “I wanna do it,” he blurted out.

You arched a brow. “Do what?”

“Get you off.”

“How?”

Taeyong, at long last, realized you were toying with him and something inside him snapped. He grabbed you and spun you around, your shoulders against his chest, and started pawing at your body, sneaking his hand into your shorts and then your panties.

And when his fingers found your dripping folds, the lowest growl rumbled in his throat.

“You’re so wet,” Taeyong hissed in your ear. Holy shit. Sucking him dry did that to you? Taeyong was already calculating all the ways he would return the favor a thousand fold.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he palmed your sex, prodding two long fingers into your hole. You reached back and fisted a handful of his hair as you moaned, your walls stretching around the intrusion.

“And tight,” he said lowly, biting down on the base of your neck to keep from moaning. Taeyong sucked in a breath, thinking of how your perfect pussy would wrap around his cock and milk every drop out of him.

You arched into his chest, hips moving on their own. He fingered you languidly, heel of his hand pressing into your clit. “Fuck,” you groaned, grinding into his hand, holding onto his arms desperately.

Taeyong’s breaths were hot and heavy on your neck. With every push of his fingers into your cunt, his dick was getting hard again. He couldn’t resist a heat-seeking thrust, smacking his hips into your ass. He knew you could feel his cock, but you said nothing about it.

Though you were nice enough to bounce your ass against it.

As he fingered you, you slowly but surely fumbled at your clothes until you were naked and Taeyong mirrored you. Skin against skin. Hot and sweaty and intimate.

“I’m close… Tae…,” you whimpered, eyes winched shut.

Taeyong had never heard your voice sound so soft. He was making you feel good and that made him crazed with lust. He squeezed your breast, holding you against him as he played with your nipple, stroking his fingers in your wet pussy.

“Come,” Taeyong said in your ear, driving his digits into your sex faster. The loud squelch each time he pushed in knuckles deep made him so horny for you he couldn’t see straight. Taeyong had never wanted to get someone off this badly.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck,” you stammered out, going rigid with release. You moaned and shuddered, grappling at his arms, trying to escape as the orgasm made you gasp for air and sent a hard tremble through your body. Taeyong didn’t let go; he trapped you to him, needing to feel your walls pulse around his fingers.

Satisfied, Taeyong finally set you free and you staggered into the dresser, bracing your hands on the edge. The insides of your thighs were slick with release and you pressed them together to soothe the pulsing in your core.

Still catching your breath, you willed yourself to face Taeyong, nervous as to what you would find. One look at the unadulterated lust in his eyes had you reeling. Your gaze fell to his cock, hard and weeping, and you reached for him without a word.

You were so far gone. Your brain went on vacation and your body took over.

Taeyong melted into your arms, letting you lead him over to your bed. There was no thought in his head except how you would feel. He palmed over your breasts, paying close attention to your stiff nipples. You were so soft to the touch that Taeyong couldn’t get enough. He wanted to drag his lips and tongue over every inch of you.

When the backs of your legs met the edge of your bed, you fell back and spread your legs invitingly, tugging Taeyong between your thighs with your hands on his hips. Taeyong stroked his cock in his fist eagerly, gathering your slick on his fingers to coat his dick. You whined with impatience, grasping him at the tip and steering him between your folds.

Taeyong hooked your knees in his elbows and arched his back as he slid inside you like silk, moaning at how you opened up for him, your walls clenching around every inch of his dick. If he didn’t know any better, Taeyong would think he fit inside you a little too good.

“Taeyong,” you sighed, face tense with pleasure. He was so thick and deep in the pit of your stomach, pushing your limits just right. You set your fingertips into his hips and rocked into him, grinding yourself onto his cock. You wanted all of it. You wanted everything he had to give.

“Fuck,” Taeyong hissed, drawing back and thrusting into you, watching himself vanish inside you, your walls fluttering around his length. How he had gone this long without pussy was a mystery. Taeyong swore he’d never felt so good in his life than he did at this moment, buried inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you chanted as he picked up the pace, jaw unhinged. “Please, don’t stop.”

Your headboard slammed against the wall at a merciless rhythm. Taeyong growled at how good you were taking it, especially when you sank your nails into his back and begged him to go harder. His usual self liked things a bit more slow and sensual, but not when the tension was this thick.

He needed to come. And so did you.

You weren’t far from it either. You were still sensitive and aroused from the first orgasm that every thrust of his cock shoved you toward another one.

“Can I finish inside?” Taeyong asked, his voice heavy and labored.

“Y-yes,” you said, nodding eagerly. You reached down and rubbed at your clit, whimpering with sensitivity. “Please make me come first.”

Taeyong smoothed his hands to your thighs and pushed them higher, almost folding you in half. He slowed a little to keep himself from the edge, but smacked his hips into yours hard and rough, arching his strokes to find that sweet spot.

Your face tensed with pleasure and you threw your head back and moaned, fisting the blankets beneath you.

There it is. Taeyong sank his teeth into his bottom lip, driving his cock into that spot, feeling you clench on him, listening to the fucking beautiful sounds you were making pitch higher and higher until you finally came undone beneath him.

The cry that left you was so primal and desperate you barely recognized it. You shook with orgasm, grabbing Taeyong’s arms and twisting away from him as he kept thrusting into your slick cunt.

But the moment you started coming back down from the high, you made sure to tell him, “Fill me up, baby.”

“Oh, fuck!” Taeyong let out a long, pained groan as he emptied his load inside you, shoving himself balls deep in your pussy to make sure not a drop was wasted.

You grunted a little when Taeyong collapsed on top of you, hiding his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist reassuringly, letting him catch his breath as you sank deeper into the mattress beneath his weight.

Taeyong finally sat up on his elbows and peered down at you, tossing the damp hair out of his eyes. “Um…,” he started unsurely. What the hell was he supposed to say after railing his roommate? “Thank you?”

You giggled. “You’re welcome.”

Taeyong’s cheeks flushed crimson. “It was okay I came inside, right?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Okay,” he said, then his expression changed.

Your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Taeyong really didn’t want to say anything, but it weighed on his conscience. And given he was inside you, he felt that maybe he could be honest with you. “We just had sex and… we didn’t even kiss once.”

You simpered. He was such a softie. “Do you want to kiss me?” you asked sweetly.

More than anything. Taeyong nodded, fighting a bashful smile.

You slipped your fingers into his hair and tugged him down to you, pressing your lips to his with a tenderness that made his heart spin.

Taeyong crumbled instantly, gathering you in his arms and deepening the kiss.

You grinned against his mouth. Maybe being stuck in quarantine with your roommate wasn’t so bad after all.

#nct #nct smut #taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader

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mazeofyeni · 8 months

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [NCTZEN-MADE] CECE BEING LOVED BY NCT !

❛intro❜ : if you ever think you’re the best cece stan , that you love her more than anything – remember you will never love her as much as nct does 🥰

CLIP ONE !

nct 127 simping over cece

*cece coming to visit the nct 127 members on set* “cece is on set today , she’s come to visit me” *doyoung side eyeing haechan* “she’s here to see everyone , stop lying to the camera.” *jaehyun crushing haechans delusions💔* *yuta wrapping his arms around cece* “are you on your way home?” *shaking her head* “me mark and johnny oppa are going to a concert.” *🐰 hearing this* “yah ! but everytime i ask if you want to eat , you’re alway busy.” *angry doie* *127 laughing at doyoungs pain once again* “we’ll get food soon oppa” *happy doie* “your outfit looks nice , you might get cold though.” *taeyong being a worried mother , fixing her shirt* “and this skirt is too short , be careful,” *cece is embarrassed* “oppa.” *127 cooing at her* “i’m embarrassed.” *johnny finally coming back* *handing her a jacket😭😭*!”dreamies have a schedule tomorrow and you don’t need to be sick.” “mark asked the staff for it don’t worry” *mark taking care of cece a never ending saga* “okay have fun , don’t stay out to long cece.” *mark and johnny are confused* “oh yeah you two stay safe , don’t let her go to far alone” *taeyong does not gaf about all that just that his child is safe😭*

CLIP TWO !

wayv trying to steal cece from nct dream

*preparing for nct 2020* *yangyangs first time talking about her ever on camera* “cece is here now.” *points camera* “where.” *ten coming from the wood works* “cece , my baby!” *ten and his i raised cece agenda* “come my baby.” *this was the first time we’ve seen cece and wayv in the same frame* “wayv!” *czennies were shocked , we didn’t think they knew each other 😭/hj* “she’s our new wayv member , we’re stealing her from the dreamies.” *hendery is deadass* “yeah i’m learning chinese , give me a few months , i’ll be in the new comeback.” *dreamies are across the studio sobbing right now* “i’ll be the maknae though , that means kun has to do everything for me and not you yang yang.” *kun is in shock* “i don’t mind.” *hendery tryna figure out why yangx2 isn’t being a menace* *ten peeping it too* “oh i have to go , i’ll see you guys.” *walks away* “our yangyang is growing up.” *yangx2 is embarrassed 😭*

CLIP THREE !

cece being too cute for the dreamies

*context: cece was in the states during the dreamies 7th anniversary so she couldn’t attend the live* *jeno actively talking**mark laughing* “cece is trying to facetime me.”*the dreamies completely forgetting the objective at hand* “answer it” *like okay haechan calm down😭* *answers it* “i just dyed my hair , does it look pretty?” *mark being the first person she calls is so cute🥹* *a little more context: she doesn’t know they’re live-streaming* “we’re live ce.” “i’m sorry , i’ll call you back .” *dreamies still hyping her up* “no it’s okay , you still look pretty” “thank you” “she’s so cute” *jisung forgetting he has a mic on* “cece say hi to the camera” “hello czennies , it’s our 7 years as nct dream , thank you for staying with us this long , sorry i can’t be there , i hope to see you guys soon.” *the staff behind the camera are confused but let go* “alright we have to go , i’ll call you later.” “mm okay , love you.” *mark we see that smile* “that was our cece” *our cece🥹😭*

CLIP FOUR ! (💬nia’s notes: text like this - eng)

cece and her representative oppa johnny

*cece doing a live* “i haven’t been able to do lives , so im glad i can do this.” *phone rings* “it’s johnny oppa” *look at that smile🥹* *answers it* “hello?” “where are you?” “on the 7th floor.” “oh you’re at the company , good.” *hangs up* *confused cece* “what is wrong with him?” *shrugs* “oh well.” *5 minutes later* “the door flys open , scaring her” *johnny cackling is so sinister* “oppa!” *she’s stressed* “your face was so funny” *cece rethinking her life choices* “what do you want?” *hands her a bag* “these are the snacks you wanted , i thought you left , i was gonna give them to manager to give it to you , but since you’re here i brought it so that i could see you.” *johnny please🥹* “ah , thank you thank you.” “did you settle in okay?” *talking about her moving into her own apartment* “i still need to put my couch together , i tried to do it with renjun but we didn’t get anywhere.” *johnny to the rescue* “i’ll come the next time i’m not busy” *princess treatment* “i’ll treat you for your help” “don’t worry about it , you need a couch , i have to go , i’ll call soon.” *head pats , look at the fucking head pats😭💔* “bye bye”

CLIP FIVE !

chenle simping for cece

*dance practice bts* “everyone take a break” *chenle sits down on the floor* *cece sees her target* “chenle” *get y’all someone who smiles at you like that😭* *lays down on the floor , her head in his lap💔* “i’m hungry.” *look at that pout , she knows how to play the game* “hungry , what do you want?” *chenle about to leave practice to get her food* “ramen?” *shakes head* “chicken?” *shakes head* “what then?” *cece shrugs* *his ass can’t even be frustrated because he’s so in love he can’t help but smile* *grabs her cheeks* “ah cute! i’ll get you something after okay?” *he’s so in love🥰*

❛outro❜ : there are so many more clips but i’ll leave it here , i’m just glad our cece has a bunch of people who love and appreciate her ❗️ , she’s so loved💔😭.

©️MAZEOFYENI

#fictional idol addition #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #nct female addition #nct addition #nct dream female member #nct dream addition #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct female member #nct female oc #nct dream female addition #cece (content)

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alreadyblondenow · 2 years

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Who’s gonna drive you home? (Part 1.)

Pairing: Racer Jaehyun x female reader x Racer Taeyong

Genre: Love triangle, racer au, fluff, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of alcohol, one night stand, cursing, mentions of being fuck buddies, kind of bathtub sex, kind of and almost kitchen sex, kind of illegal racing, betting. NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND A 100% MADE UP FROM MY MIND. Inspired by Jackson Wang’s ‘Who’s gonna drive you home’ song. Oh gosh i love that song :(( Part 1 is the chillest part of the story HAHAHA part 2 is crazy. Decided to put it in half because the story was so long. Pls enjoy, let me know what you feel through ask!

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“You have to win today’s race dude, the car prize is absolutely gorgeous. Plus, we all can’t afford to loose any more money. The shop is—“

“On the line. I know. I heard Taeyong’s going to race tonight? How come I don’t see him around?” Jaehyun said while searching through the crowd. It was a normal race night where the crowd was wild, cars are all lined up looking pretty and such, they’re all just waiting for the number one contender. Lee Taeyong. The unbeatable racer, Jaehyun’s number one enemy in the streets.

“Alright people lets get down to business. Money and bets down!!!” Mark announced through his Megaphone excitedly.

“Taeyong hyung will be here in a minute” Mark continues and quickly glanced at Taeyong’s trailer.

“Five thousand cash and a date with Johnny’s girl” Jungwoo said which made everyone “oooh” in excitement, but Johnny is already furious about it.

“That’s not fair— dude, my girlfriend is not a prize” Johnny exclaimed, if Haechan wasn’t there to stop him, he will be punching Jungwoo this instance.

“Well Johnny hyung, rules are rules. We can only hope that Jungwoo looses— Jaehyun hyung?”

“Ten thousand cash and Taeyong’s car”

And the moment Jaehyun dropped those words, the area went quiet because what Jaehyun just said is a total shot to the moon. Impossible but everyone knew that Jaehyun is a good driver too, and if Taeyong looses his car his reputation as the greatest racer is on the line.

“Jeong Jaehyun, you know how to challenge me” Taeyong said out of nowhere, “Call. You want my car, I want your shop”

And in an instant, the tension became even more extreme for Jaehyun did not see this coming. He looked at his friends with worried eyes, seeing them shook their heads for neither one of them don’t want to loose the shop. But for Jaehyun, it’s all or nothing.

“Deal. Let’s race”

You on the other hand, is freezing at the back of Jisung’s car, waiting for the perfect timing to tell him to pull over.

“Aaah as expected, Taeyongie hyung is leading the race again” he said as cars passed by in front of you and Jisung now, seeing Taeyong’s car first.

“You never watch him race, how come?” The kid curiously asked you.

“I always wanted to watch him. But he kept our relationship secret, so I’m not allowed—“

“But you’re here tonight? Why?” He cut you off. What’s up with this kid you thought.

“And it’s my biggest mistake Ji, he broke up with me tonight because he told me—“ And in the middle of your sentence, it reminded you how Taeyong broke up with you earlier. Hot tears started falling uncontrollably, and you can feel your heart breaking into half… again.

Earlier that night

You were excited to surprise Taeyong tonight even though he told you don’t come to the race, but you haven’t seen him for days and you thought he was going to be happy and excited too once he sees you… but it turned out to be a disaster.

“You’re being childish, can’t you wait until tomorrow?” Taeyong asked in an angry tone.

“What is your problem—“ he’s never been like this.

“You. You are my problem. You have to leave” he was gently pushing you away, his arm is around your waist but still you don’t like what’s happening right now.

“Are you hiding something from me? Why do you keep me out from your world Tae? Were dating for months already. Do you have someone else? That’s why you don’t want me to go to your races?”

“Again. You’re being childish— I can’t deal with this tonight, the race is about to begin. Jisung will drive you home” he said with angry eyes, but before he leaves he tried to kiss you but you refused.

“I am here Tae. We have a problem to fix and your damn race is more important?” You scoffed, “maybe it’s better if we stopped this so I could never bother you again like this” you didn’t mean it, and for a second you really thought that he will stop you from breaking up.

But he didn’t.

“If that’s what you want. Do whatever you want. I honestly think that our relationship is already too much for me,”

And he left without saying another word. Just like that.

Present time

Jaehyun lost the race and at the same time he lost his shop and all his friends are mad at him for putting the shop on the line. He kept on thinking about his mistakes tonight while downing shots in front if him.

If only he was fast enough. Faster than Taeyong, he thought.

If only he could bet on something else other than his shop…. But he got nothing.

“Is this seat taken?” You disturbed him,

“N-no, I’m alone” Jaehyun said with surprise, stuttering because he was strucked by your beauty. The whole night that you were drinking beside him, he was secretly watching you with the thoughts of maybe driving you home because you seem so drunk already.

“If you got something to say, just say it” you said out of nowhere, it was obvious that he was watching you. And if you’re being honest it’s not a bad idea to start a conversation with someone so handsome… even after getting your heart broken tonight. What will Taeyong do? Surely talking to this handsome guy is not a crime.

But given that you’re both drunk and not to mention the sexual tension was quick to arise. Jaehyun leaned forward and drank your lost shot. “I think you should come with me, I’ll drive you home” he said with all the courage he has left.

He lost his friends, the race, and his shop. Of course he thinks he deserves a decent fuck tonight. That is… if you want it too, he thought to himself.

“How about you take me to your place?” You said, as if you were reading his mind.

Of course the two of you didn’t waste more time in that cheap bar, you and Jaehyun went to his place fucked the whole night until you say ‘stop’. He fucked you on the dining table, his bedroom floor, and of course his bed. He was good, big, gentle but can be rough if you ask him to. He was the perfect fuck you needed tonight.

“Fuck— please. I’m so weak” you pleaded as you feel your knees give up while he continues to fuck you from behind, your left hand was reaching behind to stop his lustful thrusts, but the man wrapped both his arms around your body and started touching your boobs… making you want more of it but you just can’t fucking handle it anymore.

“Give Taeyongie one last round” the man behind you whispers and started licking your neck and placed wet kisses afterwards.

Wait. Taeyong?

You looked behind you and saw Taeyong’s lustful eyes. Smiling weakly at you handsomely. It was one of those looks where you feel so loved and protected by this man. And it just makes you fall even harder for him. You shut your eyes gave in to his touch, letting him fuck you for another round. In fact, you were asking for more and moaning so beautifully to let him know that you love what we was doing to your body.

But by the time you opened your eyes, it was all just a dream. And then your broken heart greets you ‘good morning, you lost Taeyong last night’

“You’re awake” Jaehyun brought you to reality and reached for his thick blanket to cover you up. His beautiful face was the first thing you saw, realizing what you’ve done together last night but you didn’t have any regrets. So the good fuck from your dream was because of this man beside you.

A one night stand. That’s all.

After you cleaned yourself up and made yourself decent, you sat at the edge of his bed while he was looking so hot shirtless in bed. His face was lit up, pink and beautiful with those deep cute dinples. Beautiful and handsome at the same time. You couldn’t believe this man fucked you senseless last night.

“Please tell me you remember giving me your phone number last night” he started, teasing you in some way.

“Yeah I remember and that’s for emergency use only” you flirted back.

“I hope the man who left you regrets every second of it” Jaehyun said. You don’t remember telling him about that part but truth is Jaehyun dried your tears last night while you were sleeping.

——-

Days after the breakup you haven’t heard anything from Taeyong. But little did you know, the man was having a hard time, now that you’re gone. If only he could tell you the real reason why he broke up with you… but he can’t.

“Jungwoo hyung was bold last night, asking a date with Johnny hyung’s girl” Mark informed Taeyong.

“Good thing I won then,” Taeyong said without emotions while continuing to repair the damages from the previous race. “That’s why I couldn’t risk the world knowing about me & y/n— she couldn’t understand that I’m protecting her from my enemies…”

“But hyung, you love her—“

“And I will regret for the rest of my life if something bad happens to her because of my doing. This is for the better”

“Anyway, about Jaehyun hyung’s shop… should we visit him now?” Mark changed the subject,

“I just broke up with Y/n, Mark. I can’t handle business yet. I’ll talk to him soon… also dont you think what I did was too much? His shop was all he has, I’ll make another deal and talk to him”

“G-got it… I’m sorry about Y/n, hyung”

And when Mark left Taeyong to be alone, your ex-boyfriend can’t focus with almost everything he tries to do because he misses you. On days like this, you’re usually with him, watching his fix his car while he tells you how he won last night. He misses your curiosity, the randomness of every question you ask him. In other words, this is him regretting that he broke up with you.

But hearing about Jungwoo and Johnny’s bet last night made him think that he did the right thing even though you’re both hurting.

———

While Jaehyun was cleaning his shop and preparing it to its new owner, he couldn’t let go of the stress and heartbreak that’s happening right now. It has been days since he lost from the race, but Taeyong haven’t contacted him yet. Nonetheless, he was still struggling to let go.

The shop gave him friends, which are all mad at him right now and he’s too ashamed to call them. This place was their safe space, an escape from reality. Not to mention, everyone in town loved this car shop and they had loyal customers.

“Hello? Anybody here?” you knock on the car shop’s locked door… but the sign says ‘open’. But just before you leave the place, someone from the inside opened the door which made you both froze.

“Uh— well… uhh… this is a surprise. Do you work here?” You asked Jaehyun. Honestly, you’re not sure if that’s his name.

“I sorta… ehem… own this car shop— what do you have here? Looks heavy—“ he then carried the box that you were carrying and invited you in. It was clear as the day, that the place was indeed closed and he was just too busy flipping the sign.

“The shop is closed because?” You started, and your question gave hurt Jaehyun.

“Lost a bet. Long story short— well, well, what do you have here? These car parts are expensive… these yours? You drive?”

“Ex’s. Long story short” Jaehyun nodded and immediately got the message. You were trying to forget your ex. Good for you, you thought.

“Well, if were being fair right now… these aren’t technically yours… so,” he teased you, just making you smile. “How about, I take you to dinner in exchange for these good car parts?”

You got to admit, the man is smooth. It wasn’t a bad idea after all. He was a good distraction. “Okay, tonight then? Where are you taking me?” You smiled and leaned forward. Oh you missed his smell.

“Somewhere breathtaking,” he smiled back and placed a kiss on your cheek. He shouldn’t have done that, but he can’t help it he thought.

The sudden sweetness made your heart flutter, you didn’t expect that he’s capable of being this sweet. “What a gentleman,” you giggled, “pick me up at 7?”

But Jaehyun arrived earlier than expected, he was that excited to see you. Maybe, this wasn’t out of desperation to forget his current situation and problems. Maybe, he really wanted this to work. And change his life.

Little did he know, you were actually trouble.

As you were looking through the window to see Jaehyun outside, you suddenly remembered how Taeyong took you out on your first date. Back then you didn’t know anything about his world, you just knew that Taeyong is so handsome and you scored a kind hearted man. That night, Taeyong brought you to a fancy restaurant and ate steak, drank expensive wine and had a great time in his bed until the sun comes out.

Now you’re just not sure anymore if going with Jaehyun is the right thing to do. It’s not right to see someone who’s nice like him, while you’re still hurting from your past. So tonight, you decided to be honest with Jaehyun. You will finally tell him about Taeyong, and that you are not emotionally ready for him. Yet.

“You race? Guess I was too drunk to realize that your car was fast, during our first night” you gave him a hug before you get in his car. You noticed how his car was like Taeyong’s. Shiny and expensive.

“I wasn’t driving fast that night. Figured I might startle you— do you know something about racing?”

First of all, you wanted to say that it will not bother you even if he goes fast because Taeyong always drives fast. Second, you didn’t really want to talk about Taeyong now, you’re saving it for later and admit that you know a few things about racing.

“I can drive, let’s just leave it to that,” you smiled and put your seatbelt on, “you can drive fast, I don’t mind” you added. He just smiled his usual handsome, dimpled smile. “So where’s this breathtaking place?”

“Oh you’ll see” he smiled again, and started driving. “I should drive safe. Especially that you’re with me. That will put me at ease”

The date went on beautifully. You learned a lot of things about Jaehyun, while he gets nothing from you. Yet. But Jaehyun wasn’t in a rush, he was simply happy and thankful that you’re okay with spending time with him. Yes, he may be handsome and all the girls wanted to date him, but he never really gave them attention. But you, you have his attention. And even though he was nervous and unprepared, he liked this feeling that you’re giving to him.

“Did you enjoyed the dinner?” Jaehyun asked, keeping his eyes on the road while peaking from time to time on your side, just so he could look at you more. “Sorry if you’re expecting something grand for tonight— it’s my first time taking someone out on a proper date—“

“Jaehyun, I have to be honest with you— I’m not yet ready for this, I literally got my heart broken the night we first met. And I’m secretly, still wishing that he will come back, that T—“

“Don’t do this tonight. I understand. I really do,” Jaehyun let out a heavy breath before stopping the car just so you two can talk better. “Just let me try, let things flow and if we don’t work out then at least I didn’t let the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met go without taking the chance”

And again, the sweet words got into you. “And besides, you need a distraction” he added and showed you a very handsome smile.

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When you let Jaehyun enter your life, you didn’t expect great changes in your life. He was supposed to be a distraction from your heartbreak, a guy who’s willing to make you cum and warm your bed almost every night. But the more Jaehyun stay in your life…. The more you want him to stay for a little longer.

It started when mornings felt light because you knew he stayed and his face will be the first thing that you will see in the morning.

When his kisses felt different and you love receiving them especially when you haven’t seen him for hours or days, and you just miss him so much. He would kiss you in public, in front of the people he knew, wrap his arms around you and whisper, “You don’t know what you do to me when were apart” and spread kisses on your face.

The day you admitted to yourself that you love him, you knew that you’re with the right person. And that you’ve completely understood what love really means. Although Jaehyun never told you he loves you, but you can see it as clear as the day.

When he takes you out on a cheap date because he wanted to do something special for you.

When he goes an extra mile with making you home cooked meals.

When you just kiss lovingly before you two go to sleep.

Jaehyun knew he won already. And that his love is already accepted, he’s just waiting for you to tell him.

“I’m almost done, where are you?” Jaehyun spoke through the phone. He was still in the car shop, he works there now. He’s not the boss, but at least he can still be with the place. “I’ll be home soon, let’s have dinner together, I haven’t had lunch. Cook for me?”

“Mhmm. I’m already cooking right now, so you need to be home fast— you know you can move in with me, I’d love to share my place with you” you said which made Jaehyun giggle. You hate how he can’t take care of himself when you’re not around.

“We’ve talked about this,” he giggled again, “I’m saving up for our place. I don’t want to be a freeloader, and besides it’s good investment for our future” he teased you, you knew he was talking about marriage.

When Jaehyun was on his way home, he was so excited to see you that he was going too fast that other cars were pissed at him. And that gave him an idea. If he can go back to racing again, he can save up fast and he could ask you to marry him. Jaehyun smiled at that thought, but he immediately remembered that it’s a life he already left because, well, now that he has you… he has someone to lose now.

“Wow you’re dirty…” you greet him the moment he enters your place. His white shirt was full of grease, hands were dirty too, but he was still handsome as ever. “How many satisfied customers today?” You kissed him on the lips as part of your way of saying ‘welcome home, you can relax now’.

“A lot” he smiled back and pulled you closer. “How about we shower together?” He suggested with a smirk.

“How about I give you a bath and clean you up? And then we’ll have dinner. Thought you were hungry?” You tug his shirt and push him towards your bathroom and prepared a warm bath for him.

He was quiet while you were washing his hair, careful not to put shampoo in his eyes. His right arm is resting on the tub, while the other one is reaching for yours as if you’re going somewhere any minute. You wonder what’s on his mind.

Of course it was the racing. Jaehyun was thinking long and hard about it, over and over again. He never told you about the reason why he stopped from racing, he never told you the reason why he lost his shop. You just know that he is not in trouble, and that he’s genuine as he can be. And that’s one of the many reason why you love him.

“There all clean,” you sat beside the tub, playing with his clean fingers under the warm water. He was still quiet while his eyes were glued in the ceiling.

To catch his attention, your hand traveled through his hard rocked abs and touched it softly. No reaction.

You then reach for his hand, and licked his point finger and put it in your mouth that’s how you got his attention and went hard in an instant. With no other words, he attacked you with kisses and helped you remove your damped clothes. Joining Jaehyun in the tub and sitting on top of him. “What were you thinking?” You moaned out when you feel Jaehyun suck you boobs and knead them, pinching the other with his wet hand, making you real sensitive.

“You. Are you tired?” He asked, while putting shower gel on your body and applying it gently in your skin. Making it slippery for his liking, kneading your boobs, your ass cheeks and gently massaging your back.

“Do you want me to give you a massage tonight?” You asked, stroking his hard cock under the water while he was rinsing you with the shower head.

“I want to make love like crazy tonight” he said which made you both giggle.

You don’t know what’s up with Jaehyun tonight, but you can feel that he’s longing for you almost like he was saying through his kisses that he’s afraid of losing you. He was pulling you closer, whispering sweet things, and the things he want to do to you tonight…. Starting with flipping your body on the mattress, face flat on the clean and fluffy sheets but your ass is up in the air. You shivered when Jaehyun blew cold air on your wet slit. Running his fingers up and down until you’re wet and good before he licks you softly.

It’s his hand placed on your hip, soothing you whenever he feels like you’re giving up.

But he wanted more. And so he spreads you ass cheeks, licked your entrance oh so fucking slowly that your legs couldn’t take the tingling. Earned a light smack in the ass, before Jaehyun continues to lick you from behind. Enjoying how your ass would shake in front of his face. And the moment you came, Jaehyun was kissing your ass cheeks, teasing you further and making you giggle. He made his way beside you, checking if you’re still awake.

“Can you stop playing already?” You said with a small laugh. He rolled on top of you, spreading kisses on your face and neck while he made you swing your arms around him. Oh he loves being close to you like this.

You feel his hand sooth your left leg before he spreads it and line his cock. You moan at feeling of the tip of his cock teasing your wer entrance. “You know, I can cum with just gliding my cock on your slit” he said with a low voice but of course he will not be satisfied. He then slowly pushed in, watching every inch of his cock go inside you and watch you melt with his stroke. He did not move for a few minutes, kissing you one too many times and telling you how much you feel so good around him, even asking you if you’re okay. And when he finally pulled out, he sees his cock glisten with your pussy juices and was happy that he made you so wet.

Moving slowly with a slight force, your boobs were moving up and down and Jaehyun loves the sight of it. You reached for his hand and made him touch your boobs, but he decided to pinch your nipples instead and put it in his mouth. He was moaning so hard, moving his hips rhythm while you receive every ounce of pleasure and admiration. And whenever you peek at him, you see him looking straight into your eyes with all the love he has for you.

“I love you too,” you said moaning. He heard it well. He stopped for a second to let it sink in, reached for your hand and kissed it.

After your confession, his thrusts became sharper and made you weak in an instant. Gripping Jaehyun’s hands so hard as he fucks you, begging him, moaning his name, and making the night even memorable for the two of you when you reached for his face and before you came. You breathing so hard. So hard that you wanted to push him away, but you can’t be apart from him.

“Oh she’s sleepy, don’t you want to make the night longer?” Jaehyun said, teasing you while kissing your hands again. He was giggling when you fell asleep while still gripping his arm like you’re still telling him to stop. He was the one who put on clean clothes on you and made sure you’ll have a warm bed tonight. But even though he was the reason for your beautiful sleep, Taeyong is the one in your dreams and still make you tear up in your sleep.

Jaehyun hold on to you. Physically and figuratively. He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together,letting you know that someone is waiting for you. And that he loves you, more than you can ever imagine.

“Good morning” you didn’t have second thoughts with waking him up with kisses. You missed him already and you can’t get enough of him.

“Aren’t you tired?” He smiles and pull you close. Oh he’s so cute.

“I am but I really want to start our day already,” you poked his dimples m. “It’s our first day, officially”

Jaehyun’s eyes went big immediately and smiled sweetly. He rolled on top of you and showered you with kisses, making you feel so loved this morning. So this is love you thought.

The day went on slow. You’ve never flirted like this before and if you’re both being honest, it fees like you haven’t been seeing each other for months already. Everyday together is a new feeling, like a new gift you’re excited to open. That’s how excited you are with your commitment with Jaehyun.

And to think that, you’re the one who pushed him so many times because you weren’t sure with your feelings and you still love Taeyong… you just hate yourself with the thought of hurting him that way.

“You made me skip work, but you’re the one who’s not here with me” he giggles and nuzzles his nose on your nape which tickled you and brought you back to reality. “What are you thinking?” He smiled, curious while leaning towards you by the kitchen table.

“Hmm. Nothing. I just remembered how I used to push you away and look at us now” you said, racking his soft hair and pulling him closer in between you bare legs.

“Told you. I’ll keep coming back,” he smiled back put his hand on your waist and started kissing your neck with want. As if his kisses were telling you that he’s not going anywhere. Soon his hands traveled under your borrowed shirt and feel his cold hands on your skin.

“We haven’t had breakfast” you whispered near his ear.

“You’re my breakfast,” he smirked and put his hand inside your panties, not wasting anymore time and started making you wet with his fingers. Slowly gliding it up and down, not rushing and rather taking his time with torturing you. This time, his kisses were slow but hungrier, his tongue made you weak and made you want for more. You can’t stay still because the pleasure was building up and it’s building up fast. “Spread your legs” you asked nicely with a sexy tone, you wanted to melt right then and there but you can only follow what he says. “How do you like my fingers?” He asked once again while you’re getting comfortable on the kitchen table with your legs wide open and Jaehyun in between them. “Slowly like this?” He ran his middle finger on your wet slit oh so slowly which made you weak and moan his name. It was a slow, feather like touch from him. No sign of pressure from his fingers, just pure teasing and pleasure.

Jaehyun saw the effect from he did, he smiled and went back to kissing you with want as he continues what he was doing down there. And when he felt your legs closing, and everything was already too much for you, he focused on your clit and made you cum from teasing it. You were so frustrated and wanted something other than teasing, but your boyfriend was enjoying. You can only roll your eyes at him but still give him the kisses he asks for. “We have all day. I’ll make it up to you” he giggled and you two continued kissing each other while talking, having a sweet time together.

Until Jaehyun’s phone kept on ringing. Which he continues to ignore because it was an unknown number. After a few missed calls, it stopped ringing.

Then your doorbell rang. By this time you hate how the world continues to ruin your quality time together. “Ugh. I’m not expecting anyone today—“

“It’s okay, I’ll go check on it. You can go fix yourself first” he kissed you and helped you down. Jaehyun then grabbed his shirt from the couch before opening the door, and there Taeyong was standing.

Taeyong was surprised but he didn’t show it. He saw Jaehyun wearing his shirt as he opens the door.

Then you arrived to the scene shortly, wearing a man’s shirt and short shorts.

It wasn’t hard to solve Taeyong thought. You two completely slept together… and now he’s boiling with anger. But of course he’s not showing it.

“Tae… what are you doing here,” Your heart was breaking again as you said his name. He changed so much. He got thinner, the sparkle in his eyes were gone and you almost didn’t recognized him.

“Came to talk to you,” Taeyong answered coldly, “but I see that you have company already,”

It’s been months since the breakup and you didn’t thought that he wanted to fix what you had together. You wanted so bad to hear what he has to say, and truth be told you wanted to talk to— but suddenly, Jaehyun interfered.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you” Jaehyun said with pride.

Taeyong gets what he wants. Always. But this time Jaehyun is the one leading in this race, and he will not let Taeyong win.

“And who are you to speak for her, Jaehyun?” Taeyong replied and by this time you were shocked to the core that they knew each other.

“Jae, you know him?”

“I’ll explain everything later,” Jaehyun said to you.

And while Taeyong was watching you two talk, it was clear to him that he lost you already today. And so with a heavy heart and no goodbyes or whatsoever, he walked away from the two of you. But you were quick to follow him. And as you chase Taeyong, Jaehyun on the other hand hot hurt with your actions. He didn’t stopped you anymore and let you follow Taeyong. Clearly you wanted to talk to him too, Jaehyun can only hope that you wont forget that he exists.

“Tae— how are you?” You stopped Taeyong from getting in his car. He turned and faced you, sadness in his eyes were visible.

“Do you love him?” Taeyong asked with a firm tone. Almost mad but this time he didn’t want his anger to ruin what he can still fix . “Do you love him?” He then once again asked with a softer tone.

“Because I’m here to bring you back Y/n,”

You stand in front of Taeyong in shock. Confused to what is happening right now, but most importantly… why can’t you answer his question when you just said to Jaehyun that you love him. Last night while you two were making love.

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what-if-nct · 9 months

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NCT's reaction to being told "What are you going to do? Spank me?"

Taeil: "I might." He says as he looks you up down as you twist and turn clearly teasing him. "Come here" he calls you over with his index and middle finger as he sits with his thighs spread letting you know the exact position he's expecting from you.

Johnny: "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He examines the smirk on your face. "You'd like nothing more than for me to spank you" he scans your body as you stand just close enough to him. "You just want me to spank you. Don't you?" He walks closer, hovering over you with dark eyes as his lips curl into a grin. "Such a bad girl" he whispers in your ear before very very softly tapping your behind and walking away.

Taeyong: "Maybe I will" Taeyong playfully responds back. "I might not have a choice." He put his hand on your hip lightly rubbing it as his smile was sneaky while he looked at you. " I might just have to" his hand rose from your hip and slammed against your behind his smile grew bigger as he watched the way your hips and thighs jiggled while a pleasured sigh fell from your lips.

Yuta: "I could" Yuta crossed his arms as his eye traveled up and down your body. "But" he began to circle you "I don't like being provoked" he ended up behind you "Especially by a brat" he whispered in your ear, his voice deeper than usual. "bend over" he commanded sending you to bend over the back of the sofa. He stood in silence, not moving, not saying a word for far longer than you wanted. He began to slap his own hand as if it was colliding with your exposed body. Every smack caused your stomach to tighten hoping once it'd be for you but it never was. The moment he saw the effect he was having on you he said "Next time just beg me to spank you and I will"

Doyoung: "Why? Is that what you want?" He squinted in your direction. "I'm not going to, so get that thought out of your head." He crossed his arms strong in his statement. "You can't provoke me that easily"

Kun: "Well, that wouldn't do anything now would it?" He stood from his seat "Spanking you wouldn't teach you anything." He walked around you. "How would giving you what you want teach you anything?" He walked in front of you. "Teasing and provoking me isn't going to give you what you want" his eyes met yours as he leaned into you with his arms crossed "Only good girls get what they want"

Ten: "No why would I do that?" Ten raised an eyebrow "Unless you want me to? Is that it? you want me to?" He asks as a playful smile spreads across his face. "Usually I don't reward bad behavior but bend over. I feel like being nice today"

Jaehyun: "Maybe" Jaehyun stands and walks up to "Turn around" his voice deepened as he grabs your hips to help you turn. He pressed his body up against yours "You can't tease me like that." His hands ran up the curves of your body. "Now" his hand lifted from the softness of your waist and sharply collided with your behind "If you take it like a good girl there might be a reward after" his hand collided with your backside once more.

Winwin: "Uh no, why would I spank you?" Winwin looked at you with confusion. "What would that even do? You like being spanked." He got closer to you "How is doing something you like going to make you stop being annoying and teasing me?" He leaned in searching for your eyes that fell. "But I know you whine when I touch myself without you right?" you look away but he gently guides your face back to him. "So you have to watch me touch myself but you can't touch me. I think that's a better punishment for you"

Jungwoo: "Maybe" He said with a mischievous little smile as he played with the hem of your skirt. "I think I should" his hand slipped up your skirt as his body pressed up against yours. His hand seemed so much smaller as it laid on your large behind. He gave your bottom a Swift smack causing your entire body to shake against him. "You like that don't you?" He smiled down at you as he went to smack your bottom once more.

Mark: "What? Why would I do that? I...uh don't..." He stutters as he began to blush "Yo, that's like a wild thing to say." He avoids any eye contact with you. "I mean, like do you want that though?" He looks at you from the corner of his eyes as he's slightly turned away.

Xiaojun: "That depends. Are you going to stop unplugging my headphones" he raised his eyebrow with his arms crossed. "Or is this just a game you're playing?" He asks while walking closer. "If it's a game you're playing then I can play too" he pulled away from you "come here" he sat on the couch and led you over his lap. He lifts your dress, takes a deep breath to not let your expansive behind overwhelm him. He then picked up his game controller "now stay like this and don't move till I say so" he said as he continued to play video games.

Hendery: "Yes, yes I am." He sat with his legs spread and tapped his thigh. You followed his command and sat beside him. You laid your feet in his lap. Once you were where he wanted you began to rub your feet. "This is what happens when you act like this" he said as he lifted his hand and smacked down on the bottoms of your feet.

Yangyang: "I can?" his smile brightened. "That's what we're doing here?" He bounced in place "Okay, okay yeah I'm going to spank you" he began impatiently grabbing at your behind. He got so lost in touching and squeezing your soft body that he forgot the initial plan.

Renjun: "No, don't make this weird." he took the TV remote back.

Jeno: "Maybe so" he looked you up and down. "Would that make you happy? That's your plan isn't it?" He sat back with his legs spread. "Get over here" he called you over and you laid across his lap. "You should be happy I feel generous today" he smacked your bottom. Your pleased sighs filled the air eliciting a smile to form on his lips.

Haechan: "You'd like that wouldn't you." Haechan rolled his eyes "You just love provoking me till I spank you" he got closer to you. "I don't reward bad behavior" Haechan laid his hand on your cheek rubbing his thumb against the softness of your face. "Now I know you love doing this too but" Haechan's hand fell from your face and he sat back down in his desk chair "You have to swallow" he unzipped his pants awaiting for you to get on your knees.

Jaemin: "Maybe, Maybe I will. My question is will you spank me too?" Jaemin turned around and bent over.

Chenle: "Anyway, what do you want from chipotle? I don't have time to play right now"

Jisung: "I.....uh....um...spank..uh" he began to stutter just before losing consciousness and falling to the ground.

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hexonthepeach · 6 months

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 22: sated

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [21: confrontation]

wc: 8.4k

warnings: cousin incest, explicit m/f smut (rut sex, breast worship, omega locking) between omega/alpha-passing!omega (trans 2nd gender, use of Alpha as affirmation), switching, a little breeding kink, pet name: baby

recommended listening: i'd pick something sweet from shalala like ruby but let's be real all i've been listening to is wayv's rodeo

You'd woken to a new day well after dawn, clouded by winter snow, watching the swirls of white this far up recede into an unknowable horizon. It's dark outside, but you begin your work to make this space your own bright refuge, your own hospitality in the smallest of measures taught to you by your former servants.

Candles lit, ambient music played once you'd found an appropriate channel. You'd attended to yourself the same, donning another of the traditional robes from Taeyong's closet, hem pinned to keep it from dragging, tied back carefully.

And then, finally, you get to work on your meal. It might be for others, but it’s for your benefit most of all, a gift and a blessing.

Doyoung had delivered on his promise to have everything you needed brought up before you woke. He'd quietly come in to sleep beside you and Taeyong last night after you’d fallen asleep talking, but you never expected him to stay. Today is not much different.

Back when you'd been training you'd been given carte blanche access to one of the many Imperial kitchens servicing your household, after rigorous instruction in much smaller spaces.

What would you do if your mate demanded you bring him his mother's hangover soup after a late night business meeting? What would you make to show another pack's Alpha you respected his tastes in Renaissance Shanghai cuisine?

Traditional Goryeo cooking still eluded you with the new overwhelmingness of garlic on your fingers or onion in your eyes but you had a mastery of technique. It was better to make this, you think, than any of the European dishes you'd grown sick of.

You attack your project within the hours given you, pulling out every ingredient and lining them up like soldiers on the spotless countertops, next to crates of freshly harvested vegetables and a beautiful array of crocks, an entire pallet of eggs awaiting your destruction of them.

You imagine chickens clucking and pecking away deep in the belly of NeoTech HQ and have a laugh at that. You hope they are warm and safe and happy, their little bird bellies full.

Your first guest is, of course, your fellow residents. Doyoung enters, smelling vaguely of snow, as if he's been outside. Trailing him, shyly, is your guest of honor.

"No waiting," you say, pushing plates in front of Taeyong the moment he's near the low island. "You have to tell me if this is edible."

The other fox hesitates, removing his suit jacket, sniffing the air. He looks flushed but relatively healthier, eyes bright as he sniffs at the banchan.

"Do you need help?" his eyes go even more round at the sight of the kitchen. You've managed to keep everything orderly but there is more than enough going on, all 6 ranges and both ovens on for warming.

"I need you to eat," you remark, turning back to your work. "Is there a dish you're craving?"

You empty a bowl of eggs into a pan of sauteed tomato, ears backwards for a response from him as you watch the whites congeal.

"Anything you make," he says, softly.

"Try the jeon," you say. "I understand we both like sweet potatoes?"

You peer over your shoulder to find him eating the last fried slice, crumbs and oil glistening on his mouth.

"It tastes like my sister's." Taeyong sniffs, tears pouring from his eyes.

"Thank you," Doyoung concedes, tying his apron. "He's never had that reaction when I've made it."

Together you fall into a steady routine, Doyoung darting out of the way to allow you to work, managing dishwashing when you begin handing him your used utensils and pans. You don't realize you have a second set of hands at your disposal until the steam from an opened cookpot of radish stew burns you, and your hands are enveloped in long fingers.

"Are you hurt?"

You look up to see Jungwoo's watery gaze.

"No," you say, fighting the urge to pull back. "Can you finish the–"

"Allow me." Taeil fights his way between the other two, already fixated on the next round of jeon in the pan. "Run cold water over it. No ice. Taeyong has an aloe plant somewhere, get a cutting."

It's directed at Jungwoo, who flees just as quickly as the thought is put into his mind.

"Thank you," you murmur, moving to the sink.

"You've done a lot more in this kitchen than Taeyong ever aspired to. Is that fresh crab?" Taeil says.

You preen a bit, remembering how much work it had taken to pick it free of the shell after boiling it.

"I wanted to use it for stew but I ran out of burners. Should we make it now? The chrysanthemum greens are over there."

Taeil laughs a little, adding green onion to the pot that burned you.

"There's more than enough with what's on the table." He looks up at your first glimmer of disappointment, cued to your response in a way that has you back under the tap, fingers shaking.

"Do you mind if I add it to the fried rice? I think we'll have more than enough, then," he says. Quietly, for you–"Thank you. Sorry for oversleeping."

You shake your head, smiling.

"You're just in time. I couldn't do this without you," you say, appreciating the way he takes over for you now.

Your eyes drift over the occupants. The long unloved dinner table you'd cleaned of dust last night is the center of chaos with Doyoung managing the hotplates and the central pot, swatting Taeyong's hand as he steals radish and kimchi to shove into his mouth. You sight Haechan arranging plates, immediately turning away before his gaze can lift past the rice he's diligently doling out.

"Is he coming?" You ask, tail smashed against the cupboards.

"He'll be here," Taeil answers. "They just needed time to arrange everything."

"Is it too early to drink?" you ask, earning a dark look.

"After tonight, I owe you one." he says.

Now that you're unoccupied you hear the door open, are ready for a new intruder. You're not prepared for the silence that takes over–the shock on the other's face as they rush to help the person who came in.

"Found him stuck on the stairwell," Jungwoo says. "___, I think you should come here."

You turn off the water, breathing deeply, rounding the corner to the living space to set eyes on your first real challenge.

Wrapped around Jungwoo is a person you are wholly unprepared to witness, clad in much more comfortable athletics clothing under his sling, his face drawn with effort.

"Mark," you breathe.

Tears make your vision swim as you move to support him–embracing him more, arms encircling his solid chest. After a few moments, his free arm twines around you to pat your back.

"Might be the drugs but I'm kind of . . . Well, no. I'm really glad you're alive," he says, voice husky.

"Because of you," you say, so only he can hear, nose in his ribcage and ear against his chest, lulled back into peace by his steady heartbeat. "I didn't know you'd be able to make it. I hope I made something you like: meat, eggs–"

"Who doesn't like that?" He extricates himself, slowly, more agile than you expected after what he'd been through.

There's something else in his scent–a new bitter melon green that has you holding on even as he hobbles away.

"Let me get you some water," you say, fighting back tears. You're denied entrance to the kitchen by someone already carrying two full pitchers. It's nice to see your needs answered so quickly but you look up into bottomless eyes and drown, smile fading.

"Here."

You try to take Jaehyun's offering, realizing too late he's just telling you that he's taking care of this for you.

"Are you . . .?"

He leans down, lips ghosting your forehead. "Thank you."

Then he's past, bringing Mark his water. You watch them for friction, for a flinch, only to find the younger man nod his head in thanks, your new mate moving counterclockwise around the table to fill each glass.

You feel utterly unnecessary in this moment, picking up the abandoned piece of aloe on the island to rub against your scalded red skin.

"Relax," Taeil says, handing you a plate. "He's coming."

"I feel like I need to do a headcount," you joke. "I need some air."

"Do me a favor–take a walk and try some pranayama," Taeil says. “Breathe through your nose for four seconds, hold the breath for 7 seconds, exhale through your mouth for 8 more. And take your time."

You slip out without protest, heading down to the next level with anxiety clinging to each hair raised on your body. Your rounds of breaths are only a few when you're startled by Yuta at the end of the hallway.

"Princess."

"I burnt myself," you say, lifting up your palm. "Taeil told me to get something for it."

Yuta looks at your hand, then up to you, stony face unbreakable as a smile tugs on his lips.

"Looks like you already found it." He pulls something out from behind his back, the bag heavy and redolent with blood. "I heard we needed beef?"

"Yes. Thank you." You feel nauseated by the sight of so much marbled flesh.

"Have you seen Johnny?" You ask, hyper aware of your last guest.

"I'm here."

You don't turn. At least, not quickly. When you finally do your eyes remain on his chest, the peek of gold skin above a thin shirt, leather jacket padding his shoulders.

"Can we talk?" You ask for him, feeling the question between you.

Yuta leaves without another word, feet pounding on the stairs, clearly wanting no part of this.

"Here?" he asks, quietly.

"Where else." You say, exhausted already. "I have nothing to say others can't hear."

"Fine," he says. "Here."

Something is thrust under your nose, the scent overwhelming enough you immediately begin to sneeze, eyes watering beyond tears.

"Oh," you say, watching him pull back the offering and reaching out to snatch it before he can take it back. You're in a tug-of-war for a moment, your hands brushing against the wide splay of his knuckles around a bouquet of golden flowers, wrapped in paper.

Dedication, you think, though you doubt he brought them to you with any intended meaning.

"Are these from–?"

He sneezes, too, turning away. You have a momentary impulse to place your hand between his shoulder blades, snuffing it out in favor of inspecting the blooms.

"I had them delivered from a place I know in Six. Hothouses, obviously."

"Sunflowers in winter," you say, quietly, sniffing the blooms, sneezing again. Their scent is waxy and slightly artificial but you appreciate the color–the way red and orange hues dance down the petals from purplish-red centers. "They’re beautiful."

"Here," he says, pulling a bag from his jacket. "You can plant them if you want. Or eat them, I don't care. They said they won't grow until they know the time is right, but they gave me the instructions if you want to simulate the light and heat cycles–"

"Johnny." You stop his rambling, heart aching in your chest. "Why did you come back that night?"

"For you," he says.

"For Taeyong," you correct.

He sighs, boots creaking as he moves away.

"If nothing had happened, if Taeyong could have been cured, would you still be here?" You ask even if the answer is clear in his irritation.

"I wanted . . ." He ends his statement before he even begins. "No. I would have left as soon as I knew you were back where you belonged."

"Where I belonged?" You finally look up, meeting his steady gaze. "Where was that exactly?"

"Doyoung is–was–working on a solution to transfer you abroad," he says, leveling you with how sure he is in his answer. “One of the EEC countries accepting designated refugees.”

"Even if I wanted to go North to find my–"

"Don't give me that line about going back into that hell. You were a target there when you were a kid, even more now. That will never be your home."

He realizes his mistake, wiping at his face and his cold-reddened nose and cheeks.

"You would have shipped me off to another country, rather than help me?" You bite your lip to keep it from trembling. "I see."

"No, you don't," he argues. "Everything I've ever done, always, since the first time I dragged you out of that godforsaken pit, was to make sure you were safe. It's not my fault you chose to run headfirst into danger at every opportunity."

"No," you counter, paper crinkling as you hold on to your first offering, fighting the urge to toss it in his face. "Don't twist history to make it seem as if you're prioritizing my needs. You had a decade. Ten years to do something that mattered. Spying on me in my own home doesn't count."

"Right," he says. "Did Jungwoo show you that before or after you fucked him in my bed?"

You slap him. He's too tall to get a good hit but your nails are long and sharp, red scores rising on his jaw. Immediately you've plummeted into regret, feeling the hurt you've caused magnified in the echo in your own, burning face. But you hold fast against it.

"You don't get to make accusations like that without asking me first, directly. Do you understand?"

You watch him battle through the rage, nostrils flaring. It so easily disappears when you're back to hyperventilating, remembering the sting when you'd cut through the back of your own ankle on the floor of his room, unable to see how deep. No you'd just felt it–felt it again when Taeil had been forced to cut you open to restitch the nerves and tendons back together so they could finally heal.

"___," he says, but you're not there anymore. You're underwater. Counting seconds between breaths.

"I'm sorry," he says, forgetting your unspoken directive not to touch you, shaking you.

When you don't respond he crushes you against his chest, flowers mangled, face in your hair.

"Please. No. I'm sorry. I fucked this up–I have so much I want to say and I just didn't–"

"Let her go."

You expect someone who can feel you to intervene, one of the Canids–maybe even Doyoung. But the person who pulls you away one-handed, the other leveling his gun, is your most unlikely of saviors.

"You have a choice to make right now, Suh, so I'll keep talking to you like I don't know you're thinking about ripping my arm off." Yuta's voice is level, posture expectant.

"You're going to take a minute and think about what you owe us as Prime. I'm going to take her back upstairs and let her recover. And then you are going back into that room together, as one. Got it?"

Johnny may have nodded–you didn't see it before he turns and leaves–but immediately you feel the empty hallway grow wider, the space less constrictive.

"Thank you," you say, turning away from him as if an automaton. "You didn't have to."

"Technically speaking, I'm the one who fucked you on his bed," he says. "I'm just not apologizing for it."

You look back at his sly face, too astounded by his candor to feel anything other than morbid amusement.

"Yet," he adds. "Didn't want to ruin our first and last meal together."

"In the spirit of community, and to honor our coming together as a tribunal tonight, I would like to ask that we all hold hands and say a prayer."

Doyoung's voice breaks through the tense silence and the ringing of metal utensils on dishes. It takes a long time for the group to respond, eyes turning heavenward for other reasons.

"From youngest to oldest, please," Doyoung adds, looking directly at you at the head of the table.

You fold your hands in your lap, bowing your head slightly.

"Oṁ amṛta tejovati svāhā," you say.

You realize everyone is looking to you to continue, or for an explanation, but you nod your head instead towards the slack-jawed face of the second youngest, seated as far away as possible.

"Well, that's useful," Haechan says, the table shaking when Mark kicks it's leg instead of the one he'd been aiming for under the table. "Dear Heavenly father. Glad eomma and appa decided to stop fighting and fucking eachother long enough we could enjoy this home-cooked meal."

He looks up, smiling wider at the horror on everyone's faces. "Amen."

"Jesus Christ." Mark repeats, blinking slowly at his plate. "Thank you for this meal we're about to receive. Thank you for keeping me alive a little longer, I guess. Sorry for not having the words to say what I mean. Drugs are great, doctor."

He lifts his water like it's a toast in Taeil's direction as Doyoung sighs heavily beside you.

Jungwoo stands up, earning another, more quiet sigh.

"I would like to thank ____ for the meal." He's toasting you, too, but with what looks like a half-drunk glass of tea. He bows his head, mocking but somehow deferential. "God doesn't deserve the praise for whatever you added to the jjigae to make Haechan cry when he ate most of it earlier."

"It was too spicy–"

Jaehyun pulls him down by the shoulder. You meet his direct stare, unsure of what he's thinking. There's an icy wall between you now that you're bonded, but there's nothing malicious or frightened in his regard.

"Thanks," he says, quietly dipping his head in your direction. "For bringing us back together."

"It's been too long," Doyoung murmurs in agreement, hands folding in front of him. "Heavenly creator–"

He has to pause at Haechan's muffled laughter, sitting up to his full height.

"--we have not had an opportunity to be together in a long time. And though it comes with its trials we know that these moments of peace are more precious than we have any right to expect or ask for."

He grips your hand at the left side, making you only more aware of Taeyong's weak and sweaty hold in your right.

"Amen," Doyoung says, quietly staring daggers across the table.

"Amen." Yuta echoes. After a moment he looks up around him, confused. "That's it, right?"

"You're supposed to say something meaningful before it," Taeyong intervenes before Doyoung can explain.

"Oh," he nods, thoughtfully. "Amen."

"Alright well," Taeyong says, finger drifting on his agent. "I'm going to follow ____'s example and share another sutra."

Awkward silence follows his admission, but you squeeze his hand once it's back in yours. He clears his throat.

"’It is like a lighted torch whose flame can be distributed to ever so many other torches which people may bring along; and there– therewith they will cook food and dispel darkness, while the original torch itself remains burning ever the same.’"

The only sound is the bubbling of the stew, Jungwoo offering a solemn nod of understanding.

"Was that AI-generated–" Haechan is cut short by Johnny standing and slamming his palms on the table.

"Are you finished?"

Haechan mimes zipping his lips, but remains silent.

"Good," he says. "Sorry, Doyoung. I have something to say and if anyone interrupts me they can eat from the floor like the animal they are."

No one even breathes in his direction.

"____ is the newest person at our table, but she's also the reason some of us were able to cross paths in the first place."

He looks up, hands flexing on the edge of the table. "We wouldn't be a pack, and we certainly wouldn't be sitting here in the same capacity. For better or worse, we owe her that."

He sits down again, table vibrating with the quake.

"Thank you for that . . . Inspiring gesture," Doyoung murmurs.

"I guess that makes me the last to speak," Taeil says, crossing his arms and leaning back. "I also have known ____ for as long as Johnny. Incidentally, I think by practice amidst designated, we're now also common law married."

Johnny clears his throat, but he defers to the Doctor. You remain in horrified shock, baring your teeth in what you hope resembles a smile.

Taeil raises his glass between you both, and you get the impression from the viscosity of the liquid in it that it's not water.

"May we attend to each other's needs in a way that no longer leads to bodily injury, crisis, or divorce," he says, clearing the shot in one throw. "Let's eat."

The words are echoed–mumbled in Mark's case–the nine descending on the food like they've been starved for weeks. Meanwhile you sit staring at the man across from you, a new hunger manifesting where your appetite should be as you watch him in his element.

As upset as you know Johnny is, he's also content with the atmosphere of normalcy–relaxing into the conversation around the table, occasionally glancing up at you to hold you fixed in his steady gaze. It’s impossible to not feel sadness at being included in this scene, as more of a misfit and outlier than ever.

You don't know what to say, how to relax into it.

"Eat something for me," Doyoung says–not an order–as Jungwoo fishes out crab meat from his own bowl of fried rice to place upon your own and someone else passes down grilled meat.

You pick away at the meal, feeling a dreary sense of finality and the distant sense that, even with you all here, you don't belong. Every bite is flavorless. Taeyong looks just as miserable beside you, black-tipped ears in his pinkish hair pinned back.

"Suppressants?" you ask, leaning in so only he can hear, hyper-aware of the others' eyes on you.

"That. And painkillers. Stimulants, hormonal therapy," he says, swallowing saliva. "I ate a lot already, though–thank you–just trying to let it settle."

You move your chair closer to him, enveloping him with an arm around his quivering shoulders, rubbing his bicep through the layers of fine, loose clothing he'd dressed in for what should have been a more formal affair. He’s not in the state to be doing much, you know.

"Let's try to stomach a little more, and then we can go watch the snow together, maybe?"

He nods, sleepily. Your hand drifts to his head to scratch his scalp at the base of his fur, the sound he makes in his chest loud with the silence that immediately follows.

"Really? Some of us are still eating here," Haechan says across the table, chewing.

"Please, continue." There's a little bit of a snarl in your response, but you don't meet his glare for long, standing up and bowing.

"You'll excuse us," you say, giving Doyoung a measured look before attempting to lift your pack's leader from the table.

He helps you, the both of you navigating Taeyong awkwardly back to their quarters. Johnny moves to stand and you stop him with a flick of your head.

Doyoung tries to guide you to the bedroom but you rally your strength to veer a different direction with Taeyong's weight pressed into your side.

"I'll take care of him," you say, slinging his arm over you as you duck into the nest. "We just need sleep. We’re not going to be able to do this if he's not in the right state of mind."

You think the Lepid will give you a warning or a speech but he simply nods, bending down to make sure you're able to navigate the crowded space before closing the too-small door.

"You don't have to stay," Taeyong says, collapsing into what you hope is just a pile of pillows. Your eyes are adjusting now–seeing the space, finally. It's chaos, yes, but organized in a way you assume has less to do with his mates' concern than his own self-soothing.

Everything is clean and smells of a rich leather and woodspice, green rising up from unlit candles and plants illuminated by soft ultraviolet lamps. The floor is missing under a sea of rugs and blankets and pillows in different colors, shapes and sizes. Trophies of a life that you can only imagine litter ceiling-high shelves, between books and statues and even a little aquarium burbling in the dark.

On the ceiling are stars, of sorts–pinpricks of strung lights spider-webbed beyond a veil of curtains, glass lamps and paper lanterns dimly lit above.

"It's lovely," you say, looking down at his curled form. You make a decision then, shuffling out of your slippers and leaving on the heavy, embroidered robe you'd changed into for the meal.

It's warmer in here than outside, but you still feel a chill as you sink down beside him.

Taeyong's breathing evens out the moment you're in view again, his eyes open and watchful as you pluck a blanket to drape over you both, inching forwards to knock your knees against his.

"Is this going to be alright?" you ask, seeing the uncertainty in his dark gaze. The purplish light paints him almost two-dimensionally, his plush mouth set in a frown.

He nods after a time, radiating that sharp scent of clean musk you know so well.

"I can just hold you for now," you say–more a caution for your fox than his. His tail beats in answer, making you smile. "That helped last night, didn't it?"

"It did," he says. You'd fallen asleep in a similar fashion, fingers laced between each other as you spoke of your histories, your futures. You suspected he’d needed that time even more than you did to feel comfortable with what would happen today.

"We have a lot to work out later. My penance, first, for marking you without your consent," you say, voice cracking.

"Remember. No apologies," he whispers. "Promise me something, though?"

"Anything."

"Only stay if you want to." His words don't match the pleading in his expression, the distress transferred to you through the tenuous bond you share.

"Promise." You find his hands beneath the cover, cold and clammy, lifting them to your mouth to press kisses to his knuckles.

His exhale is a shudder of relief, turning around to press himself closer to you. You have to move a few velvety pillows and what looks suspiciously like a stuffed animal in order to find a comfortable spot behind him, wrapping around his taut back like a smaller, softer sleeve.

This, finally, feels like home.

There's something enrapturing about being so close to someone like you–with Wooyoung out in the Wilds it had been the necessity of shared body heat and the species familiarity that had you locked together at night, no sensuality whatsoever.

Here, pressing your nose into the hair at his nape, a different design is at hand. His heartbeat is loud and steady beneath the white noise of the water filter, slowing with yours. This is safety, you think.

Soon he begins to purr. The sound is too precious for your fox to ignore, finding yourself nuzzling at his bare skin in answer, brought back by the sharp swishing of his tail.

"Sorry," you murmur, pressing a chaste kiss to his spine. His tail swats you again before you can lock it under a leg thrown over his bony hip, hands kept at a safer distance beneath your chin.

"Sleep," you say. You feel languid, finally, tension easing from every muscle and joint and distant throb in the healing of both.

With the heat and the comfort you feel between you, you drift down with him.

"No!" You’re not drowning, now, you’re on fire. Green light arcs across your vision, bound for the valley beneath you. "NO!"

"Wake up," You recognize the command and pull yourself up and out of the abyss, throat ragged from screaming.

A door slams open, air rushing in cold and bitter burnt, and you hear Taeyong growl–loud–shifting over you.

You come back to consciousness with the other fox straddling your hips, strength incredible as he holds you down by your arms while twisted in aggression against the other men outside. It’s still daytime out there, grounding you more in the present.

"I have her. We're safe," he says. "Don't you dare let him in."

Words are spoken, anger pin-pricking at your mind until the door slams shut. The feeling recedes, leaving you panting as sweat breaks over your face and body.

"Shh," Taeyong says, dropping down to press his equally damp forehead to yours. "It was just a nightmare."

"I know, I know," you say, blinking back tears. "I'm sorry to bring them here."

He laughs a little, easing his hold. "You think I haven't had them? I grew up with the airstrikes, too–"

"What did you say?" You feel another wave of cold and pain begin to subsume you, grasping on to rational thought.

"I still dream about the bombings–" his dilated eyes widen, suddenly just as aware. "Wait. That was you. It was so intense. I felt like I was actually there–"

"No," you protest. "No, oh no."

"Shh," he says, eyes flicking over his shoulder, voice lowering. "We'll be alright. Just relax, please."

You begin to cry, prompting him to let you go, fingers soothing your wrists as if to make up for holding them so tightly.

"No, no, ____. It will be alright."

"I really didn't imagine I could ever have that kind of influence. I am a curse, aren't I–?"

Taeyong growls, fisting the pillows beside your head rather than pin you.

"With me," he orders. "Stay with me."

Surprisingly, your fox complies. You hiccup, meekly, watching his face for a sudden change or danger that never arrives. You only see his ears lower, eyebrows raising.

"Damn," he says, quietly, shifting back to take his weight off your thighs.

"What?" you ask, still drowsy, sitting up with your robe hanging from your shoulder.

"That–" he begins. "I think I need to–"

"Go?" you finish for him, followed up quickly by an urgent desire for the opposite. "Please don't go. I can leave if you prefer."

"You don't understand," he says, creeping back.

"Stay," you order.

He looks down at you with disappointment, sinking onto your legs until you can feel what he's so pointlessly tried to hide. He's erect in his loose pants, cock trapped against your robed thigh.

"Oh," you say, cheeks aflame. "Of course. Sorry."

"You always apologize for the wrong things." His eyes clench shut, hips involuntarily rocking into your thighs–just once before he pulls back. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You just . . . you feel so good. You have no idea."

But you do. Warmth spreads through your belly at the sound he makes in the back of his throat, choked and needy.

“I’m going to help you,” you say, rolling your hips up.

"I can't, though–we can wait until–" he's pleading more with himself than you, you think.

"We talked about this. Yes, you can." You grasp at his shoulders to pull him down. He flops down comically beside you, looking defeated. His head is buried in the bustle of pillows beside you, eyes losing focus as you pet him.

"I know I’m not myself, too, but I meant it when I said I wanted you first," you say, running a hand over his head, pushing back his fur to hold his ears down. "Let me fix what I started. Mate me.”

"But . . ." Taeyong's lip wobbles.

"Unless you don't want that? Do you need me to do something . . . Else?"

You're not entirely sure how this will work, but you know it's only fair that you help break his heat. Time was running out.

He pulls you into his arms, sharp chin atop your head.

"You're so precious," he murmurs.

"If you like I can be in control," you say. "I can take care of you. Taeil showed me."

He laughs into your hair, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"Did Doyoung tell you I'm a pillow prince?"

"You do have a lot of them," you sniff.

That makes him laugh harder.

"I know it must be strange being in another person’s nest. If you . . . we'll help you build your own. Wherever you want it."

"Thank you." You try to keep your voice light but he's tuned into the sadness of realizing how useless it would be without your claims to share it. He clutches you so tightly you have to actively fight the claustrophobia.

"I really should have stayed here," he says. "As useless as I am when I'm in heat–rut–whatever this is, I think I could have taken care of you, too.”

You feel hot and itchy at the admission.

“Do you know, I couldn't stop thinking about you.” His voice is even lower now, nails soothing your spine. “What it would be like to be needed by someone like you.”

"Did you really want to?" you ask. "It's not just because I bit you? Or because of . . ."

There's so much in your mind to try and quiet, doubt ever present. You let his scent infuse you instead, playing with the strands of hair curling under his jaw.

He rubs his face against your hairline, pressing a dry, soft kiss to your forehead.

"I've never been with a girl before, much less another omega . . . Not that I'm not attracted, it was just too dangerous to be with anyone outside the pack. Do you understand?"

You nod.

"So in a way, I'll be your first?"

"You know you feel safe to me, too," Taeyong whispers.

It's a comfort to hear that, after everything. At least even if you feel estranged from them all he's still on your side. Perhaps it's just because you’re family, or shared species or birth designation, but you won't take it for granted.

"How does this work?" you ask. "What can I do for you?"

"We don't need to rush. Let's take it slow and see what we both like, yes?"

You enjoy the thought of exploring with him, even more when he moves lower to kiss your face, smooth lips tracing your features. Unlike Johnny's shyness you think he's trying to keep from appearing desperate, avoiding your mouth until you take it for yourself.

You kiss him, gently, teeth kept locked away as he licks into your lips. He's an incredible lover in this regard alone, stroking your tongue with his and swallowing your soft moans.

Soon you're entwined, your hips rocking together through your clothing, almost more sensual without bare skin. But you want it, stroking his belly beneath his thick shirt until he takes it off. You're immediately exploring the dark, winding pattern of a tattoo wrapped around his lean torso, distracted by how intricate it is.

"A dragon?" you ask, pressing your lips to the scales inked into his shoulder. It's a traditional, ancient design–greens and blues muddied by the magenta light. Like the old myths, you think–a fitting enemy for a tiger.

"Yes–" Taeyong gasps as you lick at his nipple, sucking the bud into your mouth. He seems to enjoy it, but pushes you down after a moment.

"May I?" he asks, waiting for your nod before his firm hands trail down your body, plucking at the sash of your robe.

He looks at you dangerously, eyelids lowered as he parts the clothing to reveal your thin underwear. Slick has already drenched your thighs, a little noise erupting in the back of your throat as he curls down, pulling aside your bra to taste you.

"You're so, so soft," he whispers, sucking gently on your breast, rolling the other beneath his thumb. Your hands bury in his thick hair as he pushes the meat of it upwards, exploring your shape. “And sweet.”

You're losing yourself already at the tender laps, sex throbbing as he teases you, ears brushing against your thighs when he goes lower and you shyly close your legs around his head.

"Open up for me, baby." His tone is deeper, a little more rasped with need.

"I should be pleasing you," you whisper, but he shushes you by flipping you onto your stomach. For a moment you're paralyzed by the memory of being face-first on a cold floor, and just as quickly he's recognized it and off of you, soothing your curled back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"No, no," you breathe, sitting up. "I'm not afraid. Just. Do you think I could be above you?"

You’d wanted to know what it was like to be with a less dominant mate, you think this might be your only chance.

"I don't think I could say no to that even if I wanted to." His breath leaves him in a shaky exhale as he lies back, pulling you on top of him as you try to strip down, distracted by the hands and mouth fighting to explore every inch of exposed skin. You feel as hazy as if you were sedated, too, moaning when he grabs your thighs to pull you down onto his face.

You fist the pile above his head as his breaths make you cool, his nose brushing against your heat as he laves carefully at the sensitive gland at your inner thigh. It's such a light touch but your body responds intensely, pleasure like butterfly wings brushing inside you as your nipples harden and your toes curl.

"Oh gods," he says, tongue darting out to collect drips of sweat and slick from your skin, dragging across your underwear. "It's better than I imagined. Kind of like ambrosia."

You whine in earnest now, back arched to present yourself for him from above. He licks into your folds, pulling aside your underwear to bury his tongue in your heat. Your hips move of their own accord and it makes him even more bold in fucking you with his mouth; the deeper he works the muscle into you the more you writhe, clamped down by his hands spreading your gap to expose you for him.

He pulls away the moment you feel like you're getting closer to your climax, breathing just as hard and glossy with your release.

"I don't want to breed you just yet," he murmurs, making you whine. "Can I just do this until your legs can't hold you up, anymore?"

"Please, Alph–" you stop, realizing your mistake, but he only laughs, thumbs kneading the fat at the crest of your thighs.

"You can call me that," he soothes.

"Do you like it?" you ask, cocking your head to look down at him. He's not capable of recognizing your question, it seems, as he buries his damp face in your tail, marking you with your own scent.

"Don't you want to breed me, Alpha?" you ask, experimentally.

"Fuck, don't stop," he says, finally shuffling free of his pants, almost making you collapse on him in his haste. You hold steady, moving down his body to take him in your mouth, grabbed loosely by the scalp to stop.

"Let me make you feel good," you say, already licking a stripe up his shaft and tasting salt and something sweeter. He's a solid weight in your hand–a little softer than you expected and lacking a significant knot but perfect, you think. Yours.

"Turn around, then," he says, rough. "I'm not finished."

You don't know what he means until you're dragged bodily back, underwear torn by what you think might be his teeth, unable to see with your face buried in the crook of his thigh as he devours you again. You struggle to wrap your lips around him, too lost in the scrape of canines on your inner thigh and your own muffled noises, feeling the tightness in your belly ebb whenever he pulls back just as you're close to sliding over into bliss.

"Please," you whimper, grip tightening on his cock to slow him down. "Please, Alpha."

"Not yet," he moans, muffling it with your sex. "Want to feel it."

You struggle out of his arms, settling down over his narrow hips to rub desperately against his length, coating him and your fur equally in slick and spit. He pulls you down, holding you tight to keep from riding him as he slides between your folds.

"I can't wait, ____, it hurts so bad not being in you," he groans in your ear. "Tell me you want it."

"Knot me, Alpha." You don't know if he's capable of it but you don't care, too hellbent on having him fill you. It was silly of you to think you could take your time, you know he needs this as much as you do.

"Want you so badly, Alpha," you say. "Breed me, please."

Desperation has you clawing the pillows beneath your legs, trying to angle yourself to guide him inside of you. He holds your hips, hoisting his own to catch you just right. The first slide into your heat is so much different than what you expected, the perfect fit in how easily he can move inside you, hitting the curve in that sensitive place just inside.

He doesn't pull out completely, instead rocking into you until he’s fully sheathed, dragging against muscles inside of you that tighten for you automatically, gripping him hard.

"That’s so good," he repeats, claws digging into your skin below your breasts as he pushes up into you fluidly. "So soft inside too, velvet."

Any concern about him not having a knot to ease your suffering is erased as you feel his thick base stretching you wide, fighting against the constriction that is utterly out of your control, like you can't and won't let him go now that you have him at your mercy.

You hold his head to you so he can lose himself in the pleasure of tonguing your shape, suckling and biting in a way that makes you flutter even more inside.

"You really like that, don't you baby–" He loses his words when you tense on him again, not sure if you're forcing him out or drawing him in deeper.

"Yes, Alpha." Your mind is obliterated, disappearing into the soft light and the ache of pulsating around him. You feel so good and warm and wanted. "Breed me, fill me with your pups."

When Taeyong comes it's with his teeth scraping the softness over your heart, tongue wrapped around your nipple. He jerks inside you as warmth surges in your belly, your voice's higher pitch mixing with his low growls and whines. He doesn't stop pumping into you, throbs of heat radiating between you as you finally can't hold yourself up anymore.

Artificial fur slides against your back, real fur under your stomach where your tail, or his, is trapped between you as he pulls you over. Now on top he fucks you into the pillows, rough but somehow tender, teeth closing on your neck to tug at the healed skin, not breaking it but bruising it deep enough to mark it. It makes you lose yourself, too, scratching his strong back until he bites you more, and harder.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," you cry out, finally feeling that dam break inside of pure euphoria, your own release a hot gush squeezed out of you around him. That tightness in your core doesn't let up even with the tics of pleasure around him softening inside you.

"Good omega, good baby," he says, finally able to make a word that isn't a grunt or moan of pleasure. "Can't stop, you're already making me hard again, I'm sorry–"

"What is happening . . . ?" You can't finish what you're murmuring either, gasping at the way each word makes you seize again, like you never finished in the first place. You expected him to slip out of you but that's not happening, nor is his spend coming out of you.

He picks you up, gently, rolling you both onto your side so you can breathe more deeply, pulling you against him.

"You locked me," He laughs softly, choking a bit as you try to squeeze the muscles inside you experimentally. "Never in a million years did I think . . ."

"Is that bad?" you ask, feeling vulnerable. Taeyong nibbles at your bottom lip, licking immediately after in case he's caused you pain.

"No. It's perfect. You're so perfect it's hard not to believe you weren't actually made just for me."

Your fox is in rapture, being told she's good enough–for once not empty praise but something to make you feel like you belong. You hold his head to yours, noses bumping. Rubbing his scarred ear between your thumb and index makes him pant a little as his fingers dip between your closed legs, buried in your fur.

"Relax for me," he says, "Now we can really take it slow."

"Yes, please, yes," you whimper, gripping his shoulders to push against him. "Yes, Alpha."

"I should be calling you that," he murmurs, licking at your jaw. "Since you claimed me."

"Oh," you say.

There's not very many thoughts in your head with adoration and joy circulating instead but you do remember the physiology of female Alphas being markedly different than yours. It was unfortunate that it was often spoken of in the context of failures of hybrid breeding programs, the unstated prejudice against them even more taboo than male omegas in an intolerant culture.

But you don't feel like a failure, or a mistake. Not now, not with being able to please your mate so thoroughly.

"You feel like both to me," you gasp out as his fingers lazily explore your sex, answered in the tensing of your walls around him. He's still only half-hard but you can feel him rousing for you, ready to give you more.

Taeyong grinds into you, leg twining over yours to deepen his thrusts. "You feel like both to me, too."

Kim Doyoung [Lepus europaeus α]

"This is bad."

Doyoung checks his agent again, the sky already darkening as mid-afternoon passes into evening. It's not just the deadline, or the weight of dread in his chest, but the fact that it's been an hour and a half since your screams turned into different sounds altogether, loud enough for his sensitive ears and unfortunately–everyone else in the vicinity.

"Make a call, then." Johnny says, a cold towel draped over his face. Like some of the other members of the pack he'd already taken it out on gym equipment, hands a little bloody despite healing from pummeling them raw. The others had evacuated to their own retreats not long after clean-up, Mark and Haechan heading down to the lower levels to check in with what little remained of their meal. From the distant sounds of gunfire below some of the others must be running CQD drills as their preferred form of distraction.

"I'll separate them," he sighs. "We shouldn't have left them alone in the first place."

"No, we shouldn't have. But here we are." The Felid is currently stretched out on his couch, having become a somewhat permanent fixture in his home. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand the desire to constantly be near one’s mate, certainly never able to travel far during ritual.

"Are you going to help me?" Doyoung sighs,

Johnny pulls down the cloth, cracking an eye open. "Why? Afraid she'll take a bite out of you, too?”

"It's not her I'm worried about." One of the many benefits of hybrid companionship, he thinks–was being intimately familiar with the mating habits of vulpes vulpes. He checks the syringe gun Taeil had left them–two just in case.

"How do you want to go about this?" he asks.

"I thought you were the planner here," Johnny remarks, tone acid.

"Oh for fucks sake, be an adult about this." Doyoung paces, loosening his tie. He's not sure if he should get fitted into gloves or body armor but he supposes it would only make things worse considering how tight the space is to navigate.

"I go in first and get her. You get Taeyong."

"Brave," Johnny says dryly.

"She can order you, jackass."

"Should I wear earplugs?"

Doyoung doesn't waste another second fielding the Alpha's snark, heading to the dreaded foxhole. Lord knows he's been in a similar position as you before, thankfully with the wherewithal and means to order Taeyong down. It didn't mean you couldn't do the same, just that if his hunch was correct, you lacked the mental capacity to do so.

"____," he asks, quietly, opening the door.

The room is positively drenched in the overripe fruit scent of sex, nothing unexpected considering it had been seeping through the cracks for a while. One of the requirements of any good nest design was ventilation, of course, that had been accounted for but two omegas-worth of perfume could not be contained that easily.

He hears a soft whine, and then a low growl–too deep and masculine to be yours. Of course, he thinks–he knew that burning sensation in the pit of his stomach wasn't imagined. It had been a long time since Taeyong slipped into rut behavior but it was always a strong possibility with the therapy he maintained.

"It's just me," he says, cautious as he slips in, eyes adjusting to the low light.

Thank god his species was nocturnal, although another reminder that it was to avoid being preyed upon by the creatures in the room. Another snarl startles him from behind, causing him to hit his head on the nearest shelf.

Immediately there's chaos as someone–something takes a swipe at him, claws snagging in his shirt. He's thrown back, syringe gun dropping from his startled grip as Johnny threads past him, mostly beast, pinning Taeyong with a massive paw.

Doyoung pulls back as he finally meets your wild, slitted gaze, teeth bared.

"Down," he says, sitting up and fumbling for the medication. As soon as you see it your tail curls, shoulders hunching into a shape best suited for a lunge.

"Get that thing away from me." Your voice is strained, overgrown canines making you lisp slightly. He fights the urge to laugh at your feral appearance, placing it on the shelf close enough to reach in a hurry before raising his hands.

"Do I need to order you, again, Princess?" he asks, keeping his tone neutral even though his heart is racing beyond his control. He's not immune to the instinct to avoid those orange-touched eyes looking at him like he's your next meal, choosing to lock eyes with you.

You know who's in charge, eyes sliding down submissively even as you snap your teeth.

"Don't order me." You shake your head, grimacing after a moment as you adjust under the robe you'd half-heartedly covered yourself with. Doyoung sits up, hand coming to rest on the back of your neck. Immediately you're stilled, tail flopping fish-like behind you.

A cry bursts out of you as Taeyong chooses that moment to fight back, trying to reach up past Johnny to claw him off of you–Doyoung is prepared for his mate's betrayal but not your intervention.

"Sleep!" you bark, voice pained.

It works like a charm–he's never seen Taeyong respond to a command that quickly or effectively, perhaps aided by the exhaustion so clearly lining his face. You look terrible, as well, drenched in sweat, hair tangled around your ears so even their movements are obscured, flattened in pain and anxiety.

It’s not what he expected to find after that prolonged session but he suspects from the minor wounds you both bear your animals had taken over in more than just behavior. You're probably sore.

"Thank you for obeying," he murmurs, stroking your neck. “Let’s get you out of here and bathed–”

"We have a problem." Johnny is human again, thank goodness, already attempting to lift the unconscious Vulpine from the wreckage of unstuffed pillows and torn clothing.

"We do," you whine, hunching down over Taeyong protectively.

"We're stuck."

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jaesqueso · 1 year

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Sit down (m)

pairing: co-worker!taeyong x female office manager!reader (briefly featuring co-workers taeil, johnny and jaehyun)

summary: sometimes a women in power just wants to be played around like a toy

word count: 1,942

warnings: uses of ‘master’ and some degrading terms, oral sex, unprotected sex, cream pie

a/n: little page anniversary present to you all, thank you for all the support through these 2 years, I hope ya’ll enjoy it ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

"Who was responsible for this?" You ask in a stern voice.

"That would be my team." Taeil says bowing his head in apology.

"Bring them in." You order. “Now."

Quickly the man leaves your office coming back followed by three other. You look at them recognising each one. Johnny Suh. Jung Jaehyun. And Lee Taeyong.

"I'm not gonna bother asking who's fault is this but you have one hour to get this sorted." All four of them bow and are about to leave the room until you interrupt. "Here. I want to see you fix this mess. Sit down.”

In a blink of an eye everybody takes a seat and gets down to work. With a sigh you walk around your desk and sit on your chair.

"Ahreum," you call into your speaker, "move my 3 o'clock to 4 and re-schedule me 4:30 for tomorrow.”

With a positive response you lean back, watching all man concentrated on their laptops, tension filling the air. You've been an office manager for a long time in this company and that has built up the respect you surely deserve. Some may call you mean or even a bitch, but you just like things done properly on a timely fashion and when that doesn't happen, well you need to take proper measures.

At ten minutes to the deadline you ask for an update and team leader Moon Taeil ensures you they're almost finished, but you don't take it for granted until you see it.

"All done." He finally announces and all eyes focus on you.

"Copy me in on the apology email to the client." You order as he rapidly types on the keyboard.

"In behalf of the team we apologise." They all stand up and bow.

"Just make sure this doesn't happen again, Moon." You warn and they leave.

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a sigh you go on with the rest of the day, a boring meeting where you pretend to be the nicest person in the world to score the deal, answering some emails and before you know it it's already past your time to go.

After packing your things, you put away your work phone and grab your personal when, smiling when you see a specific text.

Master: we still on for tonight?

You: yup. 8pm. My place.

Leaving the already empty office you rush home to make some food and get ready for the night.

Checking the clock, your leg shakes in anticipation as you wait on your couch. At 8 sharp the door bell rings and you jump up, almost running to answer.

"Hi, taeyong." Your greeting sounds relieved and he smirks. "Come in.”

Taking off his shoes and jacket, he walks into the living room like he owns the place.

You take one last look in the mirror, making sure you look good before you turn to him, awaiting his call.

"Come here." He nods his head and you take a step forward before he stops you. "Not like that.”

Understanding exactly what he means, you get down on all fours, crawling your way to him. At his feet, you kneel but keep your head down, knowing not to look him in the eye without permission.

"Good girl." He pats your head making your insides tingle. "Look at me.”

Instantly you glance up, almost melting at the way he looks at you, like he can't wait to ruin you.

"Are you gonna behave today?" Eagerly you nod making him chuckle. "Show me.”

Lifting your hands, you slowly undo his belt, then unbutton his slacks and slide the zipper down. Still making eye contact with him, you push his pants to the floor followed by his underwear, resisting the urge to look at his half hard cock inches away from your face. Your hand moves up his thigh to grab it and blindly align it with your mouth.

"I think you can do better than that." He challenges as he steps out of his pants. "No hands.”

Dropping your arms to your sides, you open your mouth and try to find his cock while your eyes are still on his.

"You're such a pathetic little whore." He mocks you as he takes of his shirt, leaving him completely naked. "but pathetic little whores always get what they want, don't they?”

You struggle to nod as you get more of his dick inside your mouth. Once you get to the base, you feel your eyes water and you move your head back starting to feel a gag reflex, but Taeyong has other plans. His hand falls to the back of your head pushing it back to him. Struggling, you focus on breathing through your nose until he finally let's you go.

"That's it. Good girl." He praises with a smirk, wiping a tear that was rolling down your cheek. "Now show me you can keep it up.”

Your hair is bunched up on a pony before you're forced back on his length. But this time you were ready and move back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him. He hisses and you take it as an incentive, adding your tongue to the mix, knowing damn well it drives him crazy.

"You're pulling all the tricks today, aren't you?" He says through clenched teeth as his cock grows into your throat.

Moaning with your mouth full, you can already feel your panties sticking to your wet pussy. A lot of women don't particularly enjoy giving head but to you it's a freaking pleasure, specially when you're being roughly guided into it.

"Ok, that's enough." You gasp as Taeyong pulls your head away, strings of your saliva and his pre-cum keeping you connected. "Get up.”

With his hand still gripping your hair, you pull yourself up, standing right in front of him.

"Look at you. So nasty." He comments, spreading the mess around your mouth with his thumb. "Who's my dirty little whore?”

"I am." Your voice is small and you can feel your throat getting sore already.

"Yes, you are." Leaning forward, he gives you a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your mouth. "Come with me.”

Following him to the couch, you patiently wait for his next instructions, pretty aware of the mess between your legs pushing through the pink lace underwear you decided to wear tonight.

"Sit down." He orders and you don't waste another second. "Open up, I'm hungry now.”

Taeyong watches your legs part as wide as you possibly can, smirking at your arousal.

"Look at that, I haven't even touched you." A small whine leaves your mouth, desperate for his touch. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson on being patient.”

"Please..." The word leaves your lips before you can even think and he chuckles.

"But since you said ‘please…'" He mocks your tone getting down on his knees in front of you.

His tongue rolls out and takes a long lick over the wet lace, making your head fall back with a shaky sigh. He starts eating you out over the fabric, the friction adding to the pleasure. Slowly his hands making their way up your thighs, through your sides until they cup your breast that are still covered with a matching lace bra. His fingers tease your already hard nipples about to poke through and you can't help moan at the added feeling.

Gripping the pillows on the couch, you crave for his direct touch, without the lingerie set in the way, but you wouldn't dare ask for it, when you started your little arrangement you both agreed he could do anything he wanted and you just had to obey and endure. When you put it like that it may seem like an unfair deal for you, but being used so carelessly is what really gets you hot.

The orgasm builds up rapidly inside, you don't know how Taeyong always manages to get you to cum so quickly and with so little, but maybe the reverse roles outside the office plays a part on it. Soon you feel it taking over you, your back arching of the couch as you moan his name out loud.

"I thought you were going to behave." His head comes up between your legs, his tongue licking his lips. "Who told you you could cum?”

"I'm sorry..." You whisper, still breathless as you come down your high.

"Oh, you will be." Standing back up he admires your body. "Cause I'm about to wreck you.”

You yelp when he suddenly grabs your hips pulling you forward and up. Your head now rests on the seat as the rest of your body is upside down, ass resting against his crotch.

"Let's get this out of the way." He fully rips your underwear out of your body. “Oops..."

The way he stares down to your fully exposed core tells you he's not even sorry he ruined one of the most expensive lingerie sets on your closet. Giving a few pumps on his still hard dick, he lays it right between your folds, moving his hips back and forward to create friction against your pussy.

"You're going to take my cock like a good girl?" You nod as you can, biting your lip. "Let's see about that.”

His length easily slips into your wet hole, the strange angle making you feel like never before. Taeyong starts moving in and out of you, quickly picking up a good pace that turns you into a moaning mess.

"Look at this. " Glancing up you can't believe your eyes when you see his bulge through your stomach. "I'm fucking you so deep you can see it.”

You don't know why the scene turned you on so much but you can already feel your second orgasm approach. And apparently, so can he.

"Don't you dare cum before I say so." He warns, fucking you harder and faster.

"Please..." You plea, desperate for release.

"As much as I love to see you beg, you’re going to have to hold on just a bit longer.” As he bites his lip you can tell he’s close too. “Master needs his release first.”

Clenching your walls you hope to speed up the process, because you know you really won’t be able to hold it much longer.

“You nasty little slut.” Taeyong hisses. “You want my cum?”

“Yes, please!” You almost yell in despair.

“Oh yeah?” You can feel his thrusts getting sloppy. ”I’m gonna fill you up so good. And you’re going to take it all.”

“Give it to me master, please!” You mumble between moans.

“You want it that bad?” He groans with a smirking. “Here it comes.”

Strings of hot cum paint your insides, his pace slowing but not stopping.

“Go on, your time now.”

With a warm feeling inside you let your self go, body trembling in pleasure as he gives a few final thrust before halting his moves still buried inside you. If he wasn’t still holding your hips in place, you’re sure your body would’ve fallen, half on the couch, half on the floor.

“Look at this.” Taeyong slowly gets his dick out of you, watching your hole clench around nothing, full of his cum. “So beautiful.”

As your breathing gets back to normal you start to feel the pain in your back from the awkward position you’re still in. When you moan, in pain this time, he understands and carefully positions your body back down on the couch.

“Was that good?” He asks, sitting down next to you.

“Don’t be so needy, Taeyong.” You scoff, getting up. “Order us some food, I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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chenfleur · 1 month

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BROKEN STRINGS

TWELVE. this is still his dream

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Sunghoon's body is moving on autopilot.

With how many birdies have been shot at him like a firing gun, it baffles him how all of them have managed to make it over the net. He's relying entirely on years of training and muscle memory to make it seem like he's at least somewhat focused—when in reality, he's barely processing what he's doing.

Though, he must be better at disguising his inattention than he thinks, because as soon as he hits the final birdie that Ten feeds him, he hears clapping from off court.

Turning around, Sunghoon's breath hitches as SM's head coach Lee Taeyong approaches him, eyes gleaming with approval.

"You impress me, Park," he says, placing a kind hand on Sunghoon's shoulder.

The compliment makes the boy smile shyly. "Thank you, coach."

"Ten's been talking about you for years, and I really have to give you credit for living up to it."

Immediately, Sunghoon whips around to the other side of the court. Ten—who's busy stacking birdies for the next set—briefly glances over at the two of them, freezing in his spot when he sees a shit-eating grin plastered on Sunghoon's face.

His eyes narrow before he turns his back to them. "Don't look at me like that, Park Sunghoon."

“You love me—"

"I use all of you for clout! How many times do I have to tell you?" Ten exclaims, making Sunghoon snicker loudly.

Taeyong watches his long-time friend walk away with a grin. "Don't listen to him, he's lying," he says with a click of his tongue. "He's really proud of you guys, all of you. Especially you and Y/N."

Sunghoon falters, his brain short-circuiting at the sudden mention of you.

"Yeah," he breathes out, managing a small smile.

"Minjeong's one of my best, too."

Taeyong nods in the direction of the far courts, causing Sunghoon to follow his line of vision, eyes darting around. Unmistakably, the head coach is referring to the dainty, chestnut-haired girl who's doing drills with another SM coach—and yet, Sunghoon's gaze is locked on the court next to her.

Sunghoon watches as you and Jake draw each other into a hug while Riki and Yeseo sink to the floor in defeat. His heart lurches at the sound of your elated laughter resounding through the air, eyes shakily flickering between you and his best friend.

You aren't stumbling on your rotations or turning away whenever he speaks to you—the way you're acting around Jake is the polar opposite of how you were acting around Sunghoon just two weeks ago, and it makes the latter feel like his stomach is falling through the open sky.

He’s only taken out of his trance when Taeyong speaks again. “I noticed the two of you have similar playing styles, so I really do have high hopes for you.”

At first, Sunghoon’s confused.

That’s ridiculous, Y/N and I have never had similar playing styles, he thinks to himself—until he comes to the realization that Taeyong's talking about Minjeong, not you.

Then, he's agitated.

What did it matter if Minjeong matched him to a tee? That's never been the reason why he played so well with you. Sunghoon thinks that if anything, it'd make him and Minjeong incompatible, among a thousand other reasons he's sure exist.

"Sunghoon," Ten calls out, beckoning him with his racket. "Come on, we're gonna work on your singles."

With a small nod, Sunghoon follows him to an empty court. Ten notices the boy's discreet glances to one of the far courts, and shoots him a knowing look. "You okay?"

"Fine."

The coach sighs, a sliver of pity in his eyes. "You have a tournament in three days, kiddo. Focus on what's important."

Sunghoon knows that Ten's right; there's too much on the line if he doesn't perform well at the tournament in Suwon. He wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing he'd lost scholarships because he couldn't get his head in the game.

With a low exhale, he glances at you one last time before tightening his grip on the handle of his racket.

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PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader

SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first love—and despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from him—right when he suddenly enters your life again.

A/N. writing this chapter killed me. literally flipped me over on a barbecue and grilled me. are we seeing the vision with these characters

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Diving Into You

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Chapter 003

He promised he'd be here. It’s the only reason you came to this club with your friend when you got the invitation to Hendery’s birthday bash.

“I can’t believe he would do that to me. Yah, are you listening to me?” Your friend, Hyemi, is chattering on about the guy who ghosted her, but you’re not even listening.

You can’t.

“Uh huh.”

“Like fuck you are. You’re just looking for Jeno.” She rolled her eyes. Looking around the club, she waved to a few of the NCT members that noticed her. “Over here!”

Your gaze is locked with that one person in the crowd—your boyfriend. He sets your heart on fire, and he gets your heart racing with just the anticipation of him being around. Your panties are soaked just watching him sip his drink.

“Well damn, Jeno looks good today.” Looking in the same direction, Hyemi nodded her head. ��You think he dressed for the guys? Or for you?”

“Oh shut up.” You nudge your friend as she lets out a laugh.

You watched as he talked with Johnny and Taeyong. Watched as he casually stretched his arms, his naked skin peeking from under his sheer top. You bit your bottom lip, turning to give Hendery, Haechan, and Ten a hug.

“Wow, you look like you’re dressed to kill, Y/N.” Hendery gave you a once over, his eyes roaming your body. “I’m sure he’ll enjoy it.”

"Yeah, with the way they're both dressed, they're not keeping their hands to themselves tonight." Hyemi nodded.

“What’s with everyone knowing about mine and Jeno’s sex life?” You scowled, running a hand through your hair.

“Come on,” Ten shook his head. “You two are always giving each other horny stares.”

“And then fuck like bunnies.” Haechan laughed.

“Haechan, hush.” You slapped his shoulder, hearing as he complained to Hyemi that you hurt him.

You feel eyes burning into you.

He's already mentally undressing you. There is nothing subtle about his sex appeal, nothing mild about his cock’s need for you. He’s horny for a fuck and you know it.

You bet he’s hard as a rock in his pants. If he isn’t, well, you’d have to get down on your knees to do something about that.

He gives you the signal you wanted. A nod toward the left. The obvious mating call makes you shiver from head to toe. There’s something about him. It sets alight every arousable fiber in you. You can't fight it.

“I’ll be back in a sec!” You snap at your friend, leaving her shocked as you walk through the crowds. She shrugs and continues to talk to Hendery, Ten and Haechan, muttering something about you going to find Jeno.

When you follow your boyfriend, there’s nothing stopping you…

The bar is bustling, and when he pulls you through a glass door, you finally speak. “Whose office is this?”

“A friend of mine.” He growls as he crushes your body between his body and the wall. You moan at the sting, and his words ring in your ears.

“Are you sure we can be in here?” You asked.

Jeno nodded, his lips finding yours. “Hmmm, he doesn’t mind. Besides, all the hyungs bring girls here.”

“To fuck?” You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah to fuck." Jeno chuckled, his deep laugh making your whole body tremble. “Right now, I want to fuck you.”

His cock digs into your navel through your clothes, and it’s just the way you like it—hard. His hands rush over you, clutching your back, your neck, dragging your face upward as he traps your lip between his teeth.

He’s undoing the zipper down the back of your dress. At the same moment, his free hand travels up the hem and strokes your pussy. He bites your lower lip and the ache makes you want more. You claw at his back.

“Fuck, Jeno. Fuck.”

He chuckles, dragging a trail of kisses down your jaw, to your ear, to your neck. He yanks the dress off and covers a nipple with his mouth.

“Oh god!” You arch your back, and cry out as he yanks you forward, throwing you onto the large office desk. “That feels so good Jeno.”

A wild fantasy you never imagined you’d get to live. Curled over an office desk, your dress crumpled around your waist, his hand lands on your ass. The sting radiates through skin and flesh. You’ve barely recovered from the blazing hot burn when his cock slides down your crack.

You push your hips out to rush him. But as usual, he toys with you, plays with you. Pinching your pussy lightly, he drags his cock over your ass-cheeks, down the crack, poking at the wetness to tease and madden…

You’re blind, your face on the desk, your arms spread out as you jut your ass out for him to take. Begging him without saying a word, you want him. His thick perfect cock gliding in you. The temptation for friction of his thrusts is overwhelming your senses.

The warm heat of his cock is a craving you’ve had for a week. Waiting for him to return, you’ve rubbed your pussy raw in memory of him. Making yourself cum because his cock and his tongue weren’t available to get the job done.

Now here he is. You don’t want to wait another moment.

“Get the fuck inside me, Jeno!” You scream.

He yanks your head back by a handful of your hair, stunning you breathless. It arches your back, pinning you at just the right angle to take his cock.

One hard thrust and he slams into you. The edge of the desk digs into your thighs, stinging. The dull ache between your legs, the stinging in your scalp, the friction of your body grinding on the oak desk. It all plays the perfect symphony.

The club DJ matches the tempo of your boyfriend’s thrusts, and just when you thought you’d scream your lungs out, he turns your head sideways.

“Fuck!” You’re watching your reflection, spread out and fucked on a desk…the large mirror is the perfect sight.

His hips clench with every thrust. Your ass and thighs rippling as he lunges in you. The harshness on his face is divine. The way he bends over to kiss your neck lends perfect softness to his hard, sexual façade. His strong hands stroke your waist, your ass.

You're a mess, sure, but so is he. He looks like a man who's crazed. There’s nothing he wants more than to fuck you, here, in this office.

Your body is meant for him, a mold crafted specifically for him. You revel in the sounds of his pleasure. A storm builds in your thighs, and you trust he’ll get you off before he fills you to the brim with his cum.

You match the rhythm of his thrusts. Pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts halfway, making him slam harder and deeper. Your orgasm rages wild as you claw at the desk and shudder underneath him.

You’re still shivering when he pulls you, yanking you around and lifting you onto the edge of the desk.

Grabbing your wrists, he hands you his wet cock. “Go on.”

Delirious, you clasp the divine offering. It’s pulsating between your hands as you squeeze gently, gliding your hands back and forth. His lips press onto your forehead. Then he simply holds your gaze, looking into your soul as you fist his cock.

When he cums, his teeth bared, his arms flexed, his torso jerks as hot gushes of his cum spill over your thighs, streaming over your belly and lacing though your fingers.

The scent of him, the taste of him, lingers long after he helps you clean up with a towel. Without a word, he leaves the office.

On wobbly legs, you walk back into the midst of the bustling club. Your heart races at the realization that you got so perfectly, roughly fucked, merely a few feet away from oblivious strangers.

You want to do it again. And again. But Jeno always keeps you waiting for more.

And you loved that about him.

You can hardly wait for him to come back. Maybe this time, you’ll make some kinky demands. After all, he's the only one who can fulfill your wildest fantasies. Who else are you going to ask anyway?

You found your friend sitting at one of the booths shamelessly flirting with Mark. Sliding into the booth across from her, she shot you a curious look before rolling her eyes. She knew what you were up to.

“Don’t tell me that you and Jeno fucked?” Mark raised an eyebrow, probably noticing the grin on your face.

“I thought you didn’t want to know what we got up to?” You questioned back, your friend laughing. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

Mark shrugged. “Better that you fucked now instead of at the dorm.”

“You don’t even live with us at the dorm.” Jeno slid into the seat next to you, pushing a glass of water your way. He slid an arm around your shoulders, before kissing your temple. “You’re always with the hyungs and Haechan.”

“I still don’t need to know what ya’ll are doing.” Mark said. “It’s bad enough that nearly all the members know that you two have sex. All…the…damn…time you see each other.”

“They fucked didn’t they?” Jaehyun came up to the booth, amusement on his face. “Pay up Mark.”

"You guys made a bet?" Jeno asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. The other nodded their heads, speaking over each other about who participated and who won.

“Oh fuck me.” You muttered under your breath.

Jeno’s hand found your naked thigh, lighting squeezing. Leaning close to your ear, he muttered softly, yet loud enough for the others to hear. “Again? Baby, you’re killing me. Let's sneak out the back.”

You pushed his head away, his laughter ringing in your ears. “Fuck you, Lee Jeno."

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d-20; making christmas cards for members | lmk

➸ word count; 1023 words

➸ lucas; aged 10, noah; aged 8, maeve; aged 4

➸ alternative names used; hyungjun (lucas), minjun (noah), yeoreum (maeve)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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‘Wow, Mae, you really captured Uncle Doyoung’s spirit there,’ Mark grins.

Maeve holds up her Christmas card for Doyoung proudly, showing off the rabbit with a Santa hat she’d drawn on the front with ‘Merry Christmas Doyoung Samchon’ written in messy toddler handwriting on the front.

‘Although, I think we need to work on your Hangul. You wrote Samchon in English..’

Maeve just looks sheepish, putting the card into the finished pile and grabbing another plain one to start.

This was a Lee household yearly tradition. The kids would sit down at the dining table, cover it with pens, glitter and whatever crafting materials they could get their hands on, and make cards for family and friends.

When it came to the sheer amount of NCT members, it was a full on operation. The members had been randomly assigned to each of your three children, who would make their cards. You and Mark would write the inside messages once they were finished and all the glue and or paint had dried.

‘Wait, why does Maeve get Uncle Johnny?’ Noah whines once he notices Johnny’s name on Maeve’s list.

‘It’s random, No,’ you explain, ‘it’s fair that way.’

‘But I wanted to make Uncle Johnny’s card,’ he pouts.

‘Buddy, the card will still be from you, and Uncle Johnny will know that,’ Mark rubs Noah’s back with his hand, ‘how about you make a really pretty card for Uncle Taeyong, huh? I bet he’d love a really glittery one!’

‘Daddy, can we come to work with you and give Uncles their cards?’ Noah asks, wanting to see his beloved Uncle’s reactions to his work.

‘Of course, how about you and mummy/mommy drop me off tomorrow, and we can give them to Uncles then?’

‘Yay!’ Noah cheers, accidentally knocking over a pot of silver glitter.

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‘Uncle Ten!’ Maeve runs into the practice room, barrelling towards the first member she sees.

‘Mae!’ He exclaims with equal excitement, wrapping the small girl into a big hug.

‘Sorry to interrupt your practice, guys,’ you apologise, knowing that all of the members are gathered to rehearse for their end of year project.

‘It’s all good,’ Jungwoo, the closest person to you grins, ‘it’s nice to have a break.’

He catches Maeve’s eye, his face suddenly lighting up, immediately dropping to his knees to offer a hug, ‘and to see my Yeoreum!’

‘Ah, Minjun-ah,’ Jaemin squats down to greet Noah, ‘what’s that you’ve got?’

Noah holds out the envelope with both hands, a messy ’Nana’ scrawled across the front.

‘Ah, thank you,’ Jaemin always saves his aegyo for his favourite nephews and niece, his Mark’s children.

‘This one’s for you, Uncle Yangyang,’ Maeve hands Yangyang his card.

‘Wow, thank you MaeMae, you’re so kind,’ Yangyang, who has crouched down to her level, peels the envelope open, laughing when he sees the sheep with the Christmas hat drawn on it.

‘I like how the sheep is pink and glittery,’ he adds, pulling her into a hug, ‘I love it, thank you Mae.’

The members fuss over the kids, each giving very exaggerated but genuine reactions to their individual cards.

‘Ah, Hyungjun-ah, thank you,’ Chenle fist bumps Lucas, ‘you write in Chinese so well.’

‘It’s from the lessons you gave me,’ Mark chimes in teasingly, and the two men laugh as Lucas huffs.

‘Yeoreum-ie, your art is so good!’ Yuta fusses over Maeve, who blushes and squirms at his compliment over her drawing of him next to a Christmas Tree.

‘Don’t get all embarrassed!’ he teases, poking her side, before turning to Sicheng who’s standing beside him and commenting, ’so cute.’

When Lucas notices Johnny holding his own card, he walks over to talk to his favourite Uncle.

’Tell Jude-hyung that I’ll give him his card the next time I see him,’ Lucas tells Johnny, ‘I don’t want him to think I’ve forgotten about him when you bring that one home.’

‘Will do buddy, I’m sure you’ll see him when the school holidays start.’

‘Are you guys not going to Chicago?’ Lucas tilts his head in confusion.

‘Not ’til the twentieth,’ Johnny explains, ‘you guys should arrange to hang out. In real life, not just on the Xbox or whatever it is.’

Lucas just shrugs, embarrassed at being called out, and Johnny chuckles.

‘I’m just messing with you, go on, go give Uncle Seunghan his card.’

‘They’re so sweet, Hyung,’ Jisung remarks, watching the scene alongside Mark, ‘so crazy I’ll have one of my own in a few months.’

’They’re a handful,’ Mark shakes his head, still smiling, ‘but I love them more than anything.’

At that moment, Noah runs up to Jisung, clutching Jisung’s own card.

In a corner, several members are gathered comparing cards, Doyoung throughly enjoying Maeve’s rabbit drawing while Xiaojun praises Noah’s reindeer.

‘Thank you, Noah, I’ll keep it forever,’ Taeyong reads the message inside of his card, on which Noah has drawn a polar bear wearing a lime green (’NCT colour!’) scarf.

‘Will you really?’ Noah gasps, shocked that his Uncle would treasure his creation for so long.

‘Of course, because my Minjun-ie made it for me!’

Eventually, all of the cards are distributed, and the three Lee children sit against the mirror and watch as the members go through their dance performance for the year.

‘What did you think, Mae?’ Hendery bends down to ask, face showing a picture of pure joy when she begins bouncing on her feet and enthusiastically chatting about what she likes about the song and the choreography.

‘Come on kids, say goodbye to your Uncles. We’ll get out of your hair now, leave you to practice,’ you start gathering up your things, leaving the three of your children to say goodbye to all of the members.

’See you when you get home,’ you give Mark a quick hug, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek as to allow him to avoid unnecessary teasing from his members.

‘Bye bye little Lees,’ Ten and the rest of the members wave you all out of the room.

‘Now, kids,’ you announce once you’re fully in the corridor, ‘let’s go and harass Uncle Minseok.’

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Wet dreams

Genre: Smut

Disclaimer: Cunninglingus, oral sex (receiving), "a little wet" - Ten, I think that's it!

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"You're doing so good," you moaned, looking down at Taeyong lapping at your clit hungrily. He sucked your pussy while keeping eye contact with you, he was too good– you jerked your hips up from the shock of pleasure you received.

Your hands played in Taeyong's hair, he was being so good for you and you needed to reward him after this.

He entered his two fingers into you while his tongue still continued to give your clit attention, he went at a slow but deep pace with his fingers and that nearly sent you over the edge.

You cursed lowly watching him do his work, "go faster." You demanded, he obliged.

You knew how fast his hands could go, it could be a talent damn near. He let go of your clit with a slight pop sound which sounded very lewd.

"You taste so good baby," Taeyong announced, his low tone of voice shot through your body.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum!" You said which motivated taeyong to go at a faster speed, He spat on your pussy then continued to suck the clit.

You arched your back, resting your head on the pillow. You felt yourself ease down from your high as small proportions of your juices shoot out.

Taeyong's fingers were completely drenched and chin as well, he sucked your remaining juices off his fingers-

"Wake up"

Taeyong pushed his fingers into your mouth as well-

"Wake up, y/n."

It was just a dream, you slowly open your eyes to see the man who "was" giving you the best head you received in your dreams sitting next to you with a concerned look on his face.

"Y/n you were dreaming, I heard you moaning lowly and it concerned me.. are you okay?" Taeyong questioned tilting his head.

"Oh shit..uhm yeah I think so?" Your body was hot and sweaty, you felt way too exposed to your roommate.

"Was it a bad dream?" Taeyong asked, you shook your head feeling embarrassed.

He rubbed your thigh over the covers for comfort but really it was making you more anxious and driving you insane, "could- could you get me some water taeyong? Thank you."

He nodded with a smile and jumped up heading to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

In the meantime, you rubbed your eyes from the collective eye boogers and lowered your tank top. You moved your legs a little but paused feeling a wet spot on your panties, you cursed lowly but before you could do anything taeyong returned with your water.

You began to gulp your drink right before taeyong opened his mouth to say something, "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything but uhm– i heard you moaning my name and uh-"

"I WHAT?" You choked.

"I'm sorry! Forget what I said!" Taeyong stammered.

" No no, I should be apologizing... that's so nasty of me I'm sorry." You apologized.

"So, was it a wet dream?" Taeyong slightly grinned, your jaw nearly dropped from the shift in his words.

"Uh– I don't know? Maybe I think so?" Your voice cracked a bit.

"Had to be, I just don't see no other reason of moaning my name in your sleep and having a wet patch on your panties." Taeyong says aiming his attention at your exposed bottom half.

"OH SHIT!" You cursed, as you went to drag the covers back up. Taeyong stopped you.

"No, let's fix this frustration baby." Taeyong suggests as his smirk grew wider as he pushed you down onto your back.

Dream come true.

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@ noisecomplaint ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.

yn. pretty graduate student and surf shop employee ln yn is convinced that her obnoxious next door neighbors are omens of bad luck. since coming face to face with them, she has had nothing but mishaps one after the other. but maybe thats in part because she can't get a certain black and blonde haired neighbor out of her head long enough to do a mundane task. how annoying. she wants to get her lucky streak back. gokinjo monogatari alignment? mikako kouda.

taeyong. ever popular captain of the dance team lee taeyong seems to have perfected any and everything he puts his mind too. including staying out of yn and jaehyun's constant bickering and ten's ploys for free meals. he wants to finalize the last of the latest choreography he's working on, but it's giving him a hard time. he'd ask ten for help but god knows where he ever is.

ten. charming university idol and vice captain of the dance team ten lee can commonly be spotted in the quad rejecting love letters. if you happen to score a date with him, then consider yourself to be the star of the university until his inevitable rejection-- he's just really not a fan on settling down. he wants to have as much fun as possible with the xiaojun yn situation.

doyoung. star student and top of his class kim doyoung never has time for whatever his friends are up too. and yet... he is always somehow still involved in it, much to his chagrin. he wants jaehyun to stop smacking his surfboard on the walls and tracking sand all over the place at god awful hours of the night when he gets back from the beach.

jaehyun. surfer and certified lover boy of ncit, jeong jaehyun has made a million hearts flutter ... just not yn's. met her at the surf shop and says it was love at first sight (on both sides). no one can really tell if it's all a big bit or not. he wants to figure out when yn's shifts are so he can bug her while she's working.

mark. co-captain of the basketball team and part time dog walker, mark lee is the epitome of the boy next door. or maybe reminiscent of a high school crush you once had? whatever the archetype, he has no shortage of admirers. not that he notices, always too wrapped up in basketball or his friends. he wants to get hired to walk that big husky again, man he loves that dog.

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"the air conditioner is broken in my apartment."

you cross your arms and jut your hip out with an amused gaze

"uhuh and the world is ending on thursday. what do you really want hendery?

he wipes the back of his neck and shoves his palm into your face with the evidence that he's been sweating for hours

you pull back just in time with a face

"im serious, my place feels like the pits of hells."

"i think that's fitting."

you don't uncross your arms and hendery groans

"c'mon, please just let me in for an hour of relief."

hendery looks unbearably long

taking up most of your carpet and then some as he lays starfish in your cool living room

you had been watching something on your tv, absentmindedly wasting your weekend away when he'd come ringing on your doorbell

technically, you aren't "enemies" or anything - you've been neighbors for well over half a year

it's just something about him irks you.

maybe it's the way he has one of those obnoxious doormats that doesn't stick to the ground so if you aren't looking and step on it - you'll go sliding down the hall like you're on ice

or the fact that you noticed he doesn't properly know the difference between fabric softener and detergent so he just pours them into the machine when he's in the laundry room with you

actually, you grind your teeth yourself, it's none of those - it's the fact that he thinks he's entitled to everyone else's hospitality and never gives any of his ow-

"can you throw me a pillow?"

he outstretches his toned arm and you ignore the way his muscles flex as you chuck one off your sofa at him with the intent to hurt

but he catches it effortlessly and without anything close to a thanks

he's a brat. that's why we don't get along.

"can i change the channel?"

"no."

"you aren't even watching the tv."

"and this isn't even your house."

hendery rolls over onto his back and gives you a glistening white smile that you're both envious and pissed off at.

"hey, why do you hate me so much - could it be that you secretly want all of thi-"

he runs his hand down the line of his body and that's the straw on the camel's back for you

"get out."

"oh come o-"

the door shuts with a heavy, cruel thud and you are left in peace again.

you stare at the pillow on your carpet and walk up and down the spot where you can still feel the heat from his body.

what a weirdo. well at least he won't bother me again.

you're in the shower the next time someone rings on your doorbell.

you half expect it to be the deliveryman so you peek your head around the curtain to yell out that they can leave the package at the door but all you get in response is another doorbell ring

you huff and grab a towel, wrap it around yourself and trek out with slippery footprints left in trail as you get to the door

"who is it?"

the doorbell rings again

maybe it's the building manager? only she's such a hardass about things and wouldn't just give up after the first ring.

you sigh and unlock the door to open it - fully sure now that it's the manager - when all you see in front of you is

hendery

he looks you up and down and you stare back in horror

seemingly unaffected by your appearance he points over his back

"our air conditioners still busted is it ok if-"

"NO!"

you shut the door again and hear hendery yelp in surprise, then add "you could have crushed my fingers!" for good measure

you stand there and grit your teeth - glaring at the door as if you're glaring at him

"hendery. im not letting you in here anymore!"

"but whhhhhhhy - it's so hot, it's like one hundred degrees out and kun can't fix the damn thing so im dying pleaseeeeeeee spare some mercy!"

you harden in your resolve

"no! if you want free AC, go stick your head in the freezer section of the grocery store!"

you think you hear his footsteps shuffle away and the tension releases in your shoulders

you head back into the shower and stand under the water as you try and figure out what exactly made you this mad this time

obviously, it was because he's coming here to annoy me.

the angel on your shoulder quips

but the demon on your other shakes its head

aren't you mad he wasn't all flustered seeing you like this?

the self-conversation is bizarre, and you shut off the water to stop it

when you dry off you decide that the summer heat is getting to you, what does it matter to me what hendery thinks?

you need to go get some ice cream and regain your dignity

you’re humming to yourself, trying to decide between a tub of plain vanilla or the box of mango popsicles

when you hear the door to the freezer beside you open

at first you don’t look up, but then you hear a loud sigh and you peek from the corner of your eye just for your gaze to fall on the one person you really - really - do not want to see right now

“hendery. what are you doing?”

he moves aside a carton of cool whip to rest his head on the shelf inside

“i’m doing what you told me to do. sticking my head into a freezer.”

you look around to see if any employees are milling about

and if they are, you fully intend on abandoning this conversation so no one incorrectly thinks you and hendery have anything to do with each other

but don’t you?

an evil voice in your head suddenly chimes

look at him - doing exactly what you said. isn’t that kind of ........ cute?

you are so dumbfounded by your own inner dialogue that you scoff and hendery raises an eyebrow

“why are you scoffing, first i can’t use the ac in your place and now i can’t even do this? you’re the one-”

you grab the carton of vanilla and let the freezer door shut hard enough to shake the others beside it

hendery pops his head and squints his eyes

“you can do whatever you want hendery.”

“does that me-”

you extend your hand and point directly between his eyes

“let me rephrase that: you can do whatever you want, hendery, as long as it is not in my presence.”

you are half way to the cash register when you suddenly stop

you look over your shoulder, and a part of you seriously expects to see him there again

pouting and whining and annoying you again

but hendery is nowhere to be seen and you pretend the weird drop in your stomach is from the mean look a random lady throws your way for blocking her path to the produce

hendery doesn’t show up for the next couple of days

you say you notice it only because you’re enjoying the fact that he took your last warning to heart

but in reality, as the vanilla carton of ice cream you bought empties little by little, you realize you’re just searching for him for another reason

one you don’t think you want to confront yet

then one day, when you’re sitting beside the window and eating the last of your ice cream you see him

he’s sitting in the little park across the street, right under the water fountain, and a group of kids are circling around him

they’re all counting and laughing and the sound makes it up into your ears

hendery suddenly jumps up, shaking the water for him hair and starts chasing one of the kids

they run all around the park and hendery purposely slows down so that he can’t catch them

you roll your eyes, what’s he doing playing with kids at his age?

and then the kid he was chasing falls, scrapping hands and knees on the hard ground

hendery immediately hovers over, your spoon stays in your mouth as you watch him scoop the little body up into his hands and rush over to where you presume the kids mother or aunt or older sister is

the other children form a curious circle, the ice cream starts to melt down the side of your spoon as you concentrate on the way the one who fell is still clinging onto hendery’s sleeve as their wounds are bandaged up

hendery looks up for a brief second and you back away from the windowsill on instinct

the carton of ice cream drops down beside you

it happens again, this unexpected view of hendery from a distance

you’re coming home from a meeting with a friend and he’s across the street at the bus stop

at first you just look to make sure it’s him, but that posture and grin as he stares down at his phone is a dead giveaway to his identity

so you tell yourself to just keeping going - out of fear that you’ll somehow make eye contact

then, you see him suddenly bend down

at his feet is a local stray, she rubs up against his bare legs and hendery scratches behind her ear

if you remember correctly, that same stray has never liked you, hissing even when you had tried to put out a saucer of tuna

so you stop walking and watch as it nearly splays down over his feet and hendery laughs and tickles it

and you hate to say it but you think he looks almost.........cute.

the bus comes puffing down the hill though and hendery picks the cat up carefully and sets it safely in the nearby bushes of another building

before he can turn around in time to see you, the bus blocks both your views

you hurry along and try to distract yourself with the thoughts of what you’ll have for dinner

summer is at its worst when you wake up and check to see that the temperature is forecasted to be 99 degrees

you turn the ac on and sit down to think of what you can do in such horrible weather

when you lean down to press your forehead to the cool surface of your table you think

should i let hendery in, is his ac still broken?

you jolt at the thought.

recently, you’ve been thinking about hendery a lot. way more than you ever have before.

you’d been watching some b-listed romcom the night before and when the lead had fell on his butt trying to impress the girl of his dreams you’d akin it to something he would do

it was downright unsettling

the sun has cursed you - you reckon - that’s what it is

ever since you met him you knew you two wouldn’t get along, yet here you are sprouting up the thought of actually inviting him over if his ac really still is broken

you groan

no, it’s not because you care about hendery or have suddenly grown feelings for him. you’re just a concerned neighbor. plus hendery lives with kun and you.........like kun well enough.

it’s enough of an excuse that gets you up and down the hall, knocking on the door

hendery doesn’t answer, but kun does - and so does a gust of strong, cool air

“oh. you fixed your ac.”

you say before you can think and kun raises an eyebrow

“fixed? it was never broken.”

“oh.”

you blink up and into kun’s confused expression

before either of you can follow up with a question in the awkward, tension-filled silence

hendery appears behind kun with his bedhead and no shirt. he doesn’t see you as he rubs the sleep from his eyes and asks if kun can make him an omelet

you wave without a word and rush back to your own apartment before hendery has the time to notice

you hear kun say something about how hendery needs to learn how to crack eggs himself before the door shuts

your heart is beating ever so erratically in your chest. at the kind of speed that you would deem humiliating.

but, if the ac was never broken then why was hendery always bothering me about it?

the devil pops back up onto your shoulder with a grin big and red like candy

maybe, he just wanted an excuse to be around you.

you spend the rest of the day debating this.

first off, hendery did seem like the type that would annoy his crush in highschool with weird nicknames or notes passed around during class

that is in highschool - you’re both adults now. there was no way he would still be doing the same thing

then again, this was hendery you were talking about, whose common language and overall vibe seemed to work best with children and animals

you try to convince yourself that that’s exactly the issue

why am i suddenly liking a guy who acts like .... that?

by “that” you had meant childish and weird - but maybe “that” was slowly turning into kind, fun, and really easy to love

the thoughts clog up your brain, mixed with the miserable heat, you just give up and go to bed early

you hope you wake up with a clarity of mind

instead, you wake up to a note slipped under your door

you pick it up and know who it is from immediately.

guess he really isn’t above highschool level flirting afterall?

you read it and it says that hendery wants to meet you in front of the freezer you two talked at last

half of you says you need to keep face and just not go.

the other half is sick and tired of being single.

hendery is wearing basketball shorts and a plain grey hoodie when you show up

“a lot of layers for someone who said their air conditioner is broken.”

is your opener and hendery turns to you, first smiling and then letting his face fall into a serious expression

it’s the first time you’ve ever seen his eyes not twinkle with some form of mischief

“yeah - i - kun told me you stopped by.”

now you feel your own playfulness wear off and while clearing your throat you wait for him to continue

“i’m sorry about lying. and im sorry about always being a nuisance to you.”

you wait two beats and hendery stays quiet

“anything else?”

you can tell he doesn’t really know what you mean by the question, you know he’s racking his brain for the ‘right’ answer

“i mean - um.........i’m sorry for being....um........rude?”

he tries and in response, you can only jut out your hip and roll your eyes

by that, hendery can tell that he hasn’t said what you’re wanting to hear so he tries again

“i’m sorry for acting like a chi-”

“hendery.”

he straightens up and stares into your eyes with concentration

“why did you lie in the first place? that’s what i want to hear. what was the reason.”

again, you can tell the cogs in his head are turning, and you start to second guess yourself

maybe he didn’t just do it because he wanted to be around me - maybe he really just wanted to annoy someone? was he just.....

“kun said i should apologize, i shouldn’t bother people just because i’m bored.”

........bored

you think you hear something break, maybe a glass bottle in another aisle over

but the ringing sound in your ears is actually just the fragments of your own heart

“right. you were just bored.”

you repeat and a shadow casts itself over your face. hendery reads the switch fast and reaches out to touch your shoulder

you shake it off and turn to leave, as there isn’t much else you can say

this time you don’t look back to see if he’s following you. you don’t think twice about the time you’ve spent changing your opinion on him and you decide that afterall, you knew that you and hendery just would never get along. in any kind of way.

“i’m sorry.”

his voice comes from over your shoulder before you can push your way out of the exit door of the grocery store

“kun also said i shouldn’t lie. i was bothering you because i like you. i was acting like a five year old with a crush because that’s the only way i’ve ever been with the people i like. i know it’s dumb and i know i really made you mad so i- i’m sorry.”

before you can turn, hendery tries to move past you and run away first

you catch him by the back of his hoodie and he freezes up when you tug him back toward you

“i’ll do anything ok, seriously, i’m sorry i will try my best to stop liking you because i know it’s a burden please i-”

he’s rambling and rambling and you two are blocking the way for people to get out of the store

so wordlessly and with more force than you mean to, slam your arms around him from behind

you bury your head into the fabric

“you talk so much. i think i like you too.”

if you weren’t hugging him, you might have been able to see the physical joy that spreads over hendery’s face

it lights up every part of his features and he scrambles to turn in you hold to hug you back

he leans in, eager and overflowing to try and kiss you, but you put a hand up against his mouth

“we’re still in the store.”

he nods, saying something muffled and you push him toward the exit. someone scuttles past you and mutters something about how you both are being so annoying right now

when you finally get back to your place, you tell hendery that he can try again - with the kiss of course - but this time you want a genuine try and not some kind of messy puppy slobber which is what you imagine he had in mind

hendery feigns offence, but when he takes your face in his hands, he’s gentle and you’re thankful that his mouth tastes like fresh mint

“did you plan for this to happen?”

you joke later as you two cuddle against each other with your ac on blast

“of course. i knew you’d fall for my charms one day.”

you playfully pinch him and hendery cries out like it seriously hurts

you laugh, the two of you laugh together, but you can’t say he’s wrong

at the end of the day - somehow - you did end up falling for some kind of charm

and that charm stays with hendery, even as you two grow older together

and being neighbors turns to dating turns to living together

and the one summer where your shared air conditioner actually breaks and you two find yourself standing in the freezer section with the doors open

trying to take in as much free cold air as possible

you look at hendery’s reflection in the glass with a big smile