#haechan x Taeil

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Foreign Feelings - N.YT

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

Word count: 12.001 words (damn...)

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

Other characters: mentioned Jo Haseul (LOONA)

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

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

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

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

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

Foreigner. Sometimes, you really felt like one.

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

Well, that was until he came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was breathtaking.

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

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

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

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

And that still hasn’t changed.

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

That’s how you became friends with Nakamoto Yuta.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moving on...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One, two.”

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re actually just friends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least you got bubble tea out of that.

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I brought horror movies.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sitting on my foot.”

- or not.

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

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

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

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

Oh, how badly you want to kiss him.

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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

“Okay, what do you think?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Only from a dick inside me, yes."

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

"I like you."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

"I said, I like you."

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

"I have feelings for you."

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

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

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

"Are you sure?"

"Sorry?"

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

"I am." Yuta nods.

"How?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Healed?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you like it?"

"I want you so bad."

"Do you have a condom?"

"No need, and I want you raw."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"With you, I can go on forever."

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

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[iwashie]

"Teach You A Lesson" Hyuckil

Donghyuck was a brat who needed to learn things, and Taeil would teach him a lesson.

Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)

Rating: Explicit

Language: English

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: NCT

Pairing: Moon Taeil/ Lee Donghyuck| Haechan

Additional Tags: BDSM, Teacher- Student relationship, Age Gap, Power Play, Dom/sub, Handjobs, Anal fingering, Brat taming, AU-NOT KPOP IDOLS, SSC.

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[deryicantwait]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Moon Taeil Characters: Moon Taeil, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, NCT Ensemble Additional Tags: vampire taeil, Werewolf Haechan, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, they are a sexy vampire and hot werewolf who just like getting freaky ok?, Rough Sex, Mild Blood, Vampire Bites, Compulsion, there are vampires so there will be mentions of blood and sucking blood but nothing bad!, and of course some vampire magics like compulsion, and lots of scratching, Strangers to Lovers Summary:

Vampires and werewolves have been enemies since the dawn of time. So when the app Par’amour matches Taeil, a vampire, with a werewolf, he is more than a little perplexed. But Haechan is cute, so Taeil gives him a chance. Who ever thought sleeping with your natural enemy could be this fun?

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[ncityprincess]

What turns Nct 127 on the most about you

Minors do not interact

Taeil

Seeing you be so caring and attentive toward him. Whether it’s you baking him his favorite treats, or knowing exactly what to wear to turn him on. Something about you just getting him makes him want to bend you over and pound you.

Johnny

Watching you struggle underneath him. Not necessarily in a sadistic way, but in complete adoration and amusement. He loves to coo at you while listening to your breathy whines and watching you squirm all because of him.

Taeyong

Seeing how messy and filthy you can get. Loves to see you decorated in your own drool and sweat. But he also loves to decorate you with his spit, sweat and cum as if you were his work of art. The naughtiness of it all is what gets him.

Yuta

the way your eyes pierce into his with the hottest, most desperate look on your face. It’s a cross between you being unable to process the amount of pleasure he’s giving you, and you silently crying for more.

Doyoung

the intimacy of knowing that you two are the only ones experiencing what goes down in your bedroom. Knowing that he can let out his filthiest fantasies with you, and that no one will ever know what really goes on gets him off.

Jaehyun

watching your ass bounce up and down on his cock in reverse cowgirl. The curve of your back, your plush thighs, and you desperately leaning forward to grab his legs for more support has him ready to blow.

Jungwoo

seeing you enjoy yourself during the act. Gets a huge adrenaline rush when he watches you play with your own breasts while his mouth is massaging your clit.

Mark

watching his cock move in and out of your tight hole. Sometimes he thrusts dangerously slow into you, really savoring the gushy sounds your bodies make. Other times he’s stuck in a trance, pounding into you like a madman, gaze permanently fixed where your bodies meet.

Haechan

hearing you moan for him like a whore. He really loves those long, staccato moans. He has a huge smile plastered on his face while he fucks into you from behind, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of you.

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[mayaflowerxs]

BABY MAKING

Synopsis: What was meant to be a quick shopping trip to Target ends in you and your husband trying for a second baby.

Warning: Fluff / Humorish / Smut. Swear word usage, Est. Couple, Father!Jaehyun, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, and more!

A/N: Here’s a little something while I finish the requests sorry it’s taking a while, anyways enjoy! :)

Pairing: Jaehyun x fem reader

Your parents had insisted on looking over your daughter which you didn’t hesitate to agree. You had to admit, you love your daughter a blessing really but it’s gotten a point in your life where you just need that fresh breath of air. Even if it means your time be spent running errands. Much like you, your husband was on the same page. Endless nights from both work and parenting takes a toll on a person. The eye bags on both yours and his face have gotten visibly deeper along with the noticeable fatigue. And as you drop off your daughter with one last kiss to her adorable little head, the two of you were off.

Target. The store where there’s practically everything one could possibly need. You enter wearing baggy sweats and lose t-shirt. Hair in a messy bun as you start looking over your grocery list, for the lack of time the list has gotten rather long. Jaehyun by your side as he took the responsibility in maneuvering the cart. “Eggs, Milk, Diapers, Paper Towels…” as the two of you go aisle by aisle you felt yourself at ease for the time being. For a while it seemed like it was only you two. Just how it was only a year ago. It still feels odd to think you’re a mother now. Staring down at your hand and seeing the pearly white Diamond glimmering on your ring finger, shifting your eyes and seeing Jaehyun’s as well. Feeling his elbow nudge you, you look up at him. A soft smile on his face as he tilts his head at you. “You okay? You kinda spaced out on me.” Chuckling lightly you nod, “I’m good. You got the formula?” “Right here. Oh look they have my socks I wear.” Letting him walk off to inspect the aisle of socks, you check off the formula on your list. Waiting for your husband to choose a pair of socks took quite a while, too long you might say. And just before you’re about ready to hurry him up you hear the cry of a baby behind you.

Turning and seeing a mother had been strolling by, picking up her son as she consoles him. You can’t help but smile at the scene, until you stopped. With wide eyes, you turn to face your husband. “Jae gimme your hoodie.” Not turning to face you he responds, “Baby didn’t I say to bring a sweater? I told you it was gonna be cold.” He snorts wincing when you leave a rather hard smack on his bicep. Looking back, his eyes widen when he sees you clenching your chest. “Are you…?” “Yes Jae, I’m lactating!” The sound of a baby’s cry has left a wet patch on your through your shirt.

Yay on motherhood.

Quick to take his hoodie off, he covers you from any passerby’s. “Can’t believe this is happening.” Hearing Jaehyun chuckle, you send him a glare as you are left uncomfortably soaked. “Lets just get the rest of the groceries and get out of here.” You tell him annoyedly, and without another word he grabs his socks and quickly puts it in the cart.

With every passing second spent in Target was just another second your poor breasts were being filled with milk. And as the thought came in, the realization settled. “God I forgot the breast pump is broken.” You say, “It’s alright we can go grab another it’ll be the last thing before checking out.” Nodding the two of you make your way out. About to enter the aisle you’re forcibly knocked into another person walking out in a hurry. Clutching your chest in pain by the sudden pressure. “Excuse you!” Jaehyun shouts when he sees the woman simply walk by without even acknowledging your presence. Rolling his eyes at her, his irritated expression changes immediately of one of worry. “You okay baby?” Out of words to say from the pain you simply nod and wave him off. Instead you merely point at the breast pump. “Right.” Grabbing it and putting it in the cart, he wraps an arm around your waist and helps you move. By the time the two of you made it outside, you didn’t wait for Jaehyun and instead grabbed the box with the pump and ran straight to the passengers seat.

A grin on his face as he watched you, wearing slides and holding your chest as you struggled to open the door, looking up at him and seeing he had the keys held up for you to see. “Open it!” He hears you yell in which he snorts and does so. By the time he’s done filling the trunk with the grocery bags, he gets in and sees you almost filling a bottle full of breast milk. “Did not think it’d get swollen so quickly.” You moan in pain as you try to massage the tender breast. Sending you a sympathetic smile he leans in and kisses you. “Love you.” He mumbles on your lips. “Yeah yeah-“ You say trying to not put much attention to the obvious heat your face was getting from his words. Years later and still he had you a blushing mess. Hearing him laugh, he leans further and presses a kiss on your boob. Buckling in, he turns on the ignition and looks over at you. “Want Starbucks? Heard it’s okay to have a bit of caffeine while breast feeding…I can even get you a cake pop.” Looking at him, you contemplate it for a bit before nodding. Smiling, he rests a hand on your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze before backing out of the parking lot.

By the time you’re in the drive thru and waiting in the long line of cars, Jaehyun can’t help but revert his eyes over at you. The pumping is rather loud and after a while it’s gotten annoying with his hoodie constantly in the way so you pushed it up and now have your entire chest out in the open. Thank god for the tinted windows you managed to convince him to get. Swallowing as he bounces his leg quicker than ever. “Geez what’s gotten you so fidgety?” You joke at him, completely oblivious to the effect you have on him. Missing the hard gulp he takes, he doesn’t have time to respond to you before he’s having to drive forward and roll his window down. The man about to read him his bill, gets his words caught in his throat when he noticed you. Jaehyun whips his head around and grabs his hoodie and tugs it down. A whine escapes you as it caused the bottle to tip and have some of the milk spill.

“Jae-“ Face palming when you see the poor boy’s face red and hot you look down. Resting a hand on the arm rest covering your view of him. “Sorry about that.” Jaehyun can merely say before handing him his card. Clearing his throat awkwardly, the cashier mutters out a low, ‘it’s okay’ before swiping the card.

“You could have at least warned me.” You tell him the second the window is up and getting out of the drive thru. “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking how could I?” “What, are you saying my breasts are too distracting?” You ask him as you take a bite out of your cake pop. He goes to respond but is cut off when you groan in pain again. “God I don’t understand how my girls can work so fast. I’m already full again!” Hearing the sound of the pump again, Jaehyun takes a quick glance over and seeing your breasts were out in the open again. Feeling the familiar tightness in his pants he shifts in his seat uncomfortably before clearing his throat. “Babe I know it’s something out of your control but-“ he barely manages to get out as his hand grips on the steering wheel, his other on your thigh riding higher up your leg.

“Oh my god are you seriously turned on right now?” You say surprisingly. “Can you blame me? You know I’m a titties man.” Slapping his chest, he smirks and glances over at you briefly. “Gosh when aren’t you horny?” “Hey I didn’t see you complaining the night our daughter was conceived.” Mouth slightly parted you squint your eyes at him. “My period was close to kicking in, my hormones were running high.” “Yeah,” he scoffs. “Hormones alright let’s blame it on that.” He finishes while trailing higher until they rest on top of your clothed cunt. Gasping, you grip his wrist. “Still sensitive as always, shall I blame that on the hormones as well?”

Smirking when he sees you spread your legs he begins to rub circles. A small moan falls off your lips, “Of course I’m sensitive, I did just shit out a baby a few months ago.” “Birthed babe, you birthed our daughter.”

“Yeah well when you’re in a state of pure agony you no longer give a shit if you were constipated or giving birth either way, you’re being ripped apart regardless.”

Lifting your hand, he takes it up to his lips and presses a kiss. “And I’m so proud of you for that. I don’t say it enough but you really are so strong and admirable, I could never and it’s why I love you so much.” Sending him a soft smile, you pick up your drink and take a sip of it. For a while it was silent the car ride home, and it isn’t until you’re only a block away does he speak up.

“I’m still horny by the way.”

The groceries go ignored the second Jaehyun parks in the drive way. Carrying you inside the empty house his focus is on you. Sliding his tongue in your mouth as you run your hands through his hair. Setting you on to the closest furniture, the couch. He begins to take off his shirt. Tossing it aside as he leans back in to attach his lips with yours. Large hands roaming up your stomach, lifting your shirt to trace the beautiful stretch marks he’s fallen in love with. A memory of when you were pregnant with his daughter. Finding his way to your breasts where you let out a loud moan the second he punches your nipples. Trailing gentle kisses on them and feeling himself get harder when he notices a small streak of your milk fall down your chest. The tightness in his jeans is painful, and his grunts are heard throughout the house the second your hand is placed on top of his bulge.

“Please baby.” “What is it my love?” He curls a finger underneath your chin and tilts his head. “Mhm?” “Let me make you feel good.” Pupils dark and dilated, he finds no reason to object. Standing up and unbuckling his belt, he hissed when the cool air hits his hard cock. Soft hands fisting him as you kitten lick him. Too slow for his taste, and so he grabs your chin and gets you to open. Grabbing his dick and propping it in your mouth. “Good girl.” He groans when he feels your tongue salivate him. Taking him deeper and quickening your pace. Bobbing your head as you gag every now and then. Music to his hears, enamored with your beautiful eyes that look up at him for approval. “Taking me so well, keep sucking pretty girl.” Fisting your hair in his hold his breathing becomes uneven the sloppier you suck him. Pulling away and a long stripe of your saliva connecting you to him. He’s red and veiny and it only makes you want to keep sucking him more. Until he’s completely empty. Jaehyun was right, hormones wasn’t the reason why you yearned for him so much. You being on your period wasn’t why you got pregnant. You got pregnant because you want him, everyday. A man so appealing like him is impossible to not be attracted.

The man standing before you yearns for you just as much. Seeing you on your knees taking his big cock is enough to fuck you with his babies any time of the day. With how sex craved the two of you are, he’s surprised it took you guys this long to finally get pregnant. The slurps and gargles are heard bouncing off the walls, grunts and groans coming from your husband add on to it. His abs are clenched when he feels the familiar feeling beginning to form. Throwing his head back, he starts fucking your throat. With need and desperation he’s trying to find his climax. “Shit!” He can’t help but swear when you suck in your cheeks. The tightness around his dick, your warm mouth and talented tongue is enough to throw him over the edge. He feels himself explode in your mouth, shooting it all down your throat. Shivers coursing throughout his skin when he feels you hum on his dick. Watching you swallow every single drop. A small twinkle in your eyes as a bit of his cum falls from the crevice of your mouth. Leaning in to kiss you, he tastes the saltiness of himself. “Not done with you yet.” He murmurs on top of your lips.

He was right. For the time your parents had your daughter, Jaehyun took it as an opportunity to get back some husband and wife bonding time. He missed your touch, and even though the cuddling and make outs are just as good he still craved you. Seeing you pumping milk did things to him and even though it pained him to see you in labor tired and in pain it only made him want to love you a thousand times more. Your round belly and the after glow of postpartum birth, he feels like a dog thinking this way but he can’t help but want to fuck another baby in you. So soon but he wants to, needs to.

The two of you always spoke of how many kids you’d want and even though Jaehyun was the one who wanted a big family in comparison to you, the two of you agreed you at least wanted the kids to be close in age. Which is why he has no problem getting you nice and spread on the kitchen counter. Not caring you were in the middle of putting away the milk you had just pumped, and instead focuses on making you come over and over again with his tongue. Get you nice and soak so you’re ready to take him for countless rounds it takes to get you nice and stuffed. “Jae!” You hiccup, he doesn’t remove his mouth. He doesn’t even flinch, instead he buries his face further into your pussy. Eating you like a starved man and grunting each time your nails tugged a little too hard on his hair. “Baby it’s too much!” You throw your head back on the table. Completely naked for him just the way he likes it, hickies left all over your skin trailing them down to your sensitive pussy where your legs are trying their hardest not to close. Your husband’s large hands keeping them spread as he spits on your clit before diving right back in.

Your breath hitches as you shake in his hold. Another orgasm is ripped out of you, tears falling down your face. Jaehyun can feel you throbbing on his tongue, your sweet juices hitting his tastebuds. Finally, he pulls away. A shimmer around his mouth as he pulls you closer to the edge of the table. Leaning in to press a firm kiss on your lips, muffling the loud moan of yours when he forced himself inside you. No matter how much scissoring and tongue fucking he’s done you simply refuse to get used to his size. Your husband’s too big and it’s what drives you into subspace. He knows that, which is why he fucks you for hours if he really wanted to. Until he sees your pretty tears and face lost in pure bliss does he let up. Your husband has insane stamina, he can go for so long without ever climaxing. That’s unless you blow him, then he turns putty for you.

“So big!” You gasp out, eyes shut but Jaehyun doesn’t like that. No, you can’t lose yourself right now. He needs your eyes on him, to see how beautifully connected you two are. How well you take him, tapping your cheek he presses a soft kiss on your cheekbone. “Open those pretty eyes for me mama.” Mewling, he doesn’t give you time to disobey him. Lightly slapping the side of your face to get you to look at him and when you do he can’t help but grin. You looked ethereal in your current position, seeing you shining in sweat, chest covered in his love marks and lips swollen he can practically go feral for you. So he does. Gripping your legs and hovering them over your hips he begins to ram into you. The claps much louder along with your moans. Breath hitching each time he hits your gspot, your hands quick to grab onto his forearm digging your nails into his skin. Giving him space to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. His favorite place to stuff his face in second to stuffing it in your sopping pussy.

You feel his hot tongue running up your neck, shivering at the sensation especially when your husband doesn’t show signs in slowing down. Your walls gripping him tightly the harder he pounds into you. It felt good, so good your eyes began to tear up. Squelches were heard as your stomach kept clenching. When he pulls away, his hair is in the way. His eyes slightly covered, looking down he lets out a loud grunt upon seeing the prominent bump near your lower abdomen. “Where you feel me?” He huskily asks. “So deep!” Grabbing your hand, he leads it down to your stomach and has it lying on top of the print of his tip. “Feel me here baby?” “Yes!” Throwing your head back when he stops his movement to focus on thrusting further. “How about now?”

You couldn’t answer, you felt full and pure bliss. And as much as you’d like to indulge in the pleasure, your husband has a need for you to remind him how good he makes you feel. “Answer me.” “God I feel you in my stomach Jae!” It’s all he wanted to hear to get back to fucking you. Plunging in and out, quick motions before he pulls out and turns you around. Despite the insane amount lust he has, he takes the time to grab a pillow and rest it under your hip. Gentle to pull your hair away from your face and use it as leverage when he goes back to ramming inside you.

“I’m so close!” He’s gone silent, and you know once he is it means he too is close. And as the two of you are hitting your climax, you’ll soon come to find out this won’t be the last of it today.

Your parents are meant to drop your daughter off soon, in an hour precisely when the clock strikes 9 but Jaehyun wasn’t worried. He’s taken the initiative to have sex with you on all the surface inside the house. He can’t quite explain where this sudden horniness came from, maybe the breast pumping truly was a turn on for him and he just now acted upon it. It only took about half up to an hour before Jaehyun attached himself back on you. Wrapping his arms, pressing heated kisses to the nape of your neck, rubbing his groin up against your ass before he bends you over whatever surface nearest to you. By the time night came, your and his hair looked completely disheveled along with bruised lips. Necks covered in dark colors and both reeking of sex.

Couch, bed, kitchen counter, wall, door it was endless and he was sure he had gotten you pregnant by now. You guys went at it like a bunch of bunnies no way he didn’t knock you up. And as he lied on the bed watching you get ready to shower, the thought of you wet and naked had him getting hard again. Not even uttering a single word before he follows you in. “Excuse me?” Not responding, he closes the door and begins to take off his shirt. Revealing his toned chest to be covered in scratch marks, fainted lipstick and hickies. “One more won’t hurt right?” He raises a brow and smiles mischievously. “Are you trying to impregnate me with twins or something?” Shrugging, he picks you up and settles you on the counter. Pressing his lips on top of yours, he helps take off your oversized tee. “Would it be so bad?”

Giggling, you open your legs to let him fit right between them. Seeing his eyes darken as he leans in to start fondling with your breasts. Gasping when you feel yourself starting to lactate. “Jae!” Holding you still he continues to suck. Your tits were sensitive, you couldn’t hold still but this never faltered the man in front of you. Instead he grew determined and as he tastes your sweet milk he knew, there was absolutely no way he could wait who knows how many days before he can have you to himself again. Play with you as much as his heart desires. So, with reluctance he pulls away. Watching a few drops fall on your stomach. Leaning in to lick it up, you feel yourself begin to get excessively wet again. Playing with his soft hair, your intrusive thoughts wanting you to simply push his head a bit further to where you most need him.

“Be right back, need to make a call. Get in while I do that.” He says hurriedly. Curling a finger around your chin, he pulls you in for another wet sloppy kiss before walking out the bathroom. With a huff, you do as told and get into the shower. And while the bathroom steamed up, waiting impatiently for your husband to return and fuck you. Jaehyun quickly picked up his phone and dialed the familiar phone number. One ring, two rings and on the third they picked up.

“Afternoon Mrs. Y/l/n, so sorry to bother but something came up and I don’t think we’ll be home tonight. You wouldn’t mind if she stayed with you for the night right?”

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[taetr4ck]

PLEASE MAKE MORE NCT 127 TEXTS AS RANDOM ASS JOBS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

NCT 127 AS YOUR UBER DRIVER TEXTS !

uber driver!nct 127 x reader, no warnings — crack. taglist form.

a/n : YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ANON 🫡 i actually love making these so much these are just so.. unhinged 😭🙏🏻 also ty, mark, and haechan’s aren’t mine! (at some parts lol)

taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bath1lda @k-labels

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

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[neo-percs]

BODY PARTY:: (Jung Jaehyun)

WARNING:: professional boxer! Jaehyun , blood, fighting, rough sex, marking, slight public sex, manager! reader, man handling, oral.

SUMMARY:: after yet another win for Jaehyun you insist on cleaning his cuts after a shower leads to the both of you celebrating in a completely different way than expected.

WORDCOUNT:: 5.8K

A/N:: my first actual post on this blog I’m actually excited, this was not revised at all so if there are any errors please do not MIND and if I miss any of the warnings please let me know😭🫶🏽.

You were front row watching Jaehyun, the smell of sweat and stale concession stand food almost made you feel nauseous if it wasn't for the way he was bouncing on the tips of his feet waiting for his opponent to tap gloves with him, clenching his teeth against his mouth guard showing off his prominent and sharp jawline.

Once and a while you could see his sharp eyes flicker from the referee and the guy he was facing. In the front row dressed all pretty, wearing one of the necklaces he had gifted to you and a cute small dress was you; his manager. He knew people didn't take him seriously because of how polite and pretty you were. They expected easy losses out of him, but if they saw how lenient you were during his training sessions or before his matches they'd understand you weren't just some airhead.

He watched as you gave him a bright smile and a thumbs up. He couldn't help the smirk on his lips. "Who's that? She's something ain't that right Jung?" His opponent laughed at the sly comment while his greedy eyes never left your figure. Jaehyun felt his brow twitch at the words "watch your mouth" he said sternly as he felt heat on his skin from sheer annoyance.

"That's your play thing Jung?" The man asks with a scoff, Jaehyun knew he was trying to be funny; trying to get to his head, but he's done this way too many times to even let it get under his skin. That wasn't going to stop him from ripping whoever this guy was apart and going back to his hotel with double the money he came in with. Not even bothering to answer him he knocks gloves with him and steps back while the ref signals the bell to chime.

You prepped Jaehyun for this, he knew what he was getting into when he signed to fight the boy who was about a year or two older than him, he was much newer to fighting in the ring which was just an advantage. But since Jaehyun had been doing this since he graduated high school he was much more experienced with the fighters, and the atmosphere. You could only count how many losses Jaehyun has had on one hand and you knew for a fact that Jaehyun wasn't going to fly all the way from Seoul to Brooklyn without putting in the work for a show.

The both of them circling around the ring with raised gloves nearing closer to exchange punches, and kicks. You could never understand how Jaehyun took a punch like it was nothing, almost like he enjoyed taking the hits, because it did nothing but push him to hit back harder. Jaehyun always knew how to get the crowd going, he would fight at least two rounds before absolutely running through his opponent until they gave up or it was a K.O regardless every time he did it he always had a crowd coming back for another fight.

He was on his 2 minute break in between rounds, the cutmen sitting him in his corner as he poured water into his hair and mouth letting the water spill into a metal bucket coming out pink, putting Vaseline on his cuts that were starting to bleed out. Jaehyun usually would've dropped his opponent by now, he was a shit talker and Jaehyun just let anything he heard go from one ear out the other, and it was usually the same bullshit.

'You can't fight' or 'your good looks won't save you' and Jaehyun never took it to heart because it's the same people talking that are being knocked on their ass and being wheeled back to their locker rooms. But this guy, no. He was bringing you into this, and Jaehyun had no reason to give him any remorse especially when he was being straight up vile and gross.

When they were both called back into the center Jaehyun could feel the sweat and water build up on his neck and shoulders. Jaehyun watches his opponent as if he was waiting for the right moment to send him to the ground, holding up his fist damn near ready to pounce on the guy who was just as tall if not a few inches taller than Jaehyun, blonde and tattoos all over his skin that nobody could miss.

Jaehyun couldn't miss the smirk on his lips as he sauntered towards him throwing sloppy and lazy punches that were barely even landing "you think your girl would wear that dress for me when I get her in bed?" He asked, huffing out almost slurring his words. Jaehyun could only clench his fist feeling a wave of straight anger wash over him completely. Cocking his hand back and letting one loose right to the center of the blonde's face he didn't stop as he saw him drop to the floor.

Straddling over his hips Jaehyun didn't hesitate to keep the hits going, one after the other people in the crowd almost shocked at how he wasn't letting up regardless of how you could tell the man under him was knocked out. "The fuck is he doing? He's gonna throw the match" you could hear Hyuck just a seat away looking almost stressed watching his friend use his opponent like a personal punching bag.

When the referee pulled at his shoulder Jaehyun finally pulled away with the deepest glare you've ever seen on his face, his gloves stained a crimson shade as he backed away from the unconscious and bloody man on the floor. Waiting to see if the man could beat a simple 10 count and get back to his feet but failed Jaehyun's hand was raised in all its glory as they announced his win.

The warm and sticky blood that gathered in small chunks at his hairline, and split lip, and dark bruises on the corner of jaw and the expanse of his back and shoulders began to bloom while sweat was dripping off his body. He stood in the middle of the ring as his publicity team swarmed in with congratulations and after party plans.

Leaving the small barricades that separated the crowd and the ring you find yourself going through the ropes and inside the squared ring filled with your coworkers and friends. Smiling as you near him, the copper smell of blood and hints of sweat filled your lungs as you can feel the mat underneath your feet shake from the jumping and cheering Jaehyun stood with a similar smile holding open his arms for you to hug him.

Regardless of his sweat seeping through the fabric of your dress or how warm all over you felt under his embrace you mumble words of encouragement "you did good, I'm proud of you. But you gotta stop losing your temper" you shake your head grasping his wrist that rested on your lower back comfortably.

Lifting over both of your heads you both face the crowd with smiles as you knew the both of your faces would be in the tabloids by the next morning, but from all the yelling and talking over other people you could feel a headache coming. Though it didn't matter much as you, Jaehyun, and the rest of your team decided to retreat back to his locker room.

Being stopped along the way by the press asking him questions, his heavy arm around your waist as he smiles and answers the simple questions, answering a few questions yourself as you hold Jaehyun's gloves under your arm you could feel his eyes practically burn through you when it was your turn to speak.

The both of you are making into the less busy locker room a few of his friends sticking around to make plans. Jaehyun sat on the padded bench as he looked at his taped up hands and wrist, he could feel dried up blood building up at his hairline and the small split on the middle of his lip starting to become sore.

You sit down beside him as Mark and Hyuck talk about plans of a dinner or a get-together later tonight in celebration, but you could tell that Jaehyun wasn't really listening. Your brows scrunch together as you see him picking at the tape trying to unravel it and his silence was slowly becoming apparent. "You guys wanna give us a minute? I'll call you if we need anything" you mumbled to them as they eye their friend worriedly the youngest nodded.

They retreat to the door "we're gonna head back to the hotel, if you do decide to go out tonight just give me a call" Mark mumbles before closing the door behind them. The silence in the room starts to get louder, your mouth opens but your words die in your throat seeing him finally getting the dingy tape off his skin and releasing a sigh.

Tossing the blood stained adhesive into the trash he walks further into his locker room towards his shower , you could hear the water hitting the tile and small grunts and winces of pain as he cleans off the blood and cuts off his body with soap and water. You space out for a while and let Jaehyun think in peace, you knew he would tell you whatever was on his mind sooner or later.

But once he finally finished showering you watched him walk back into the main area the cuts on his face still fresh and bleeding, it bugged you. His towel low on his hips, and his hair clean and messily slicked back with a few thin strands falling in his face. "You want me to clean your cuts so we can get out of here faster?" You ask quietly, watching him sit in a metal chair that sits in front of a long mirror. Shrugging at your question, you took your chance.

Opening the nearest locker you find a mini first aid kit, seeing everything you need inside you sit on the floor beside the leg of the chair and open a small pack of cotton pads, and rubbing alcohol. The smell alone made both of your faces scrunch as you lean close to his face attempting to find the cuts covered in dried blood.

"You wanna tell me why you beat that dude's face in?" You ask as you gently swiped away at the cut on the corner of his forehead that made him shut his eyes tightly at the stinging pain. "Doesn't matter," he said as his hands tightened around the edges of his seat. "It does if you almost threw a match because of it. I don't get why all of a sudden you're being your normal self, and next thing you know you are bashing his face in" you huff.

You and Jaehyun have gone over things with his anger and little to none patience, Jaehyun has moved past being provoked and talked down to, and ever since you've never seen him lose his cool like that up until now. "Even if it's something dumb, you know you can tell me right?" You ask as you discard the bloody cotton pad.

Sighing Jaehyun caves as he opens his eyes to meet your gaze "he was talking about you" he mumbled. His voice is gruff and frustrated, you can tell he was getting angry just rethinking about it. "What?" You were confused, what could have possibly set Jaehyun off about you? "He was talking about sleeping with you, just being disrespectful and shit" he rolled his eyes.

You scoff "you got mad about that?" You ask which makes his brows furrow at the question "of course I'm gonna get mad y/n, we work together. I know you personally, and I'm not gonna let somebody talk about you like that" he said, you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin as he spoke. "You shouldn't. You have more to worry about than some dude talking shit" you say picking up another pad and putting alcohol on it, you tilt his chin looking at his cuts.

"Well I do. I don't like when people talk about you in any way, you just do your job and you get shit on for no reason" he explains which makes you roll your eyes yet look to meet his gaze as you feel him stare into your soul. "It's a part of my job. I knew what I signed up for, even if you don't like it that's not gonna keep people from doing it. Don't get so worked up over it" you shake your head at him.

The silence in the locker room was becoming overbearing, holding a strong glare. Jaehyun was not listening to a single word you had to say, he didn't care if this was your job or not, you don't deserve that. His bruised hand reaching your jaw, his thumb drawing comforting circles on your skin "you don't deserve that, that's why I'm so worked up over it. You've been around since my first match, were roommates. I know everything there is to know about you, so why would I not get upset over shit like that?" He asks but more rhetorically.

"Your job is to fight Jae, not bash peoples heads in because of a stupid friend" you mumbled shaking your head showing your disapproval once more, you move his hand to clean up his cuts once more. "You're not just a stupid friend" he scoffs. "I am, the only thing I really do is look out for your schedule, your P.R interviews and shit. Nothing special" you let out a small chuckle under your breath. Standing him to your full height

Jaehyun's eyes never leave your face as he pulls at your wrist moving it away from his face, his hand that once cupped your jaw pulls you in, Jaehyun closing the remainder of space between you both as his soft lips press to yours. You felt like you had been shocked, you didn't move for what felt like seconds until you pulled away and blinked rapidly. "I don't want you to be just some stupid friend or manager to me" he whispered.

You huff out a sigh before leaning back in and pressing your lips to his, being more confident with your actions your hands find themselves raking through his hair tugging it softly, groaning against your lips.

Letting out a small groan, Jaehyun's hand makes way to the fabric of your dress, clutching it in his fist and pulling your hips closer against him sends him into a small daze.

His tongue now licking a stripe on your bottom lip begging for access, parting your lips, his tongue immediately brushing against yours, mixing your saliva. As you suck on his tongue the remnants of blood and mint. Realizing what the both of you are doing you pull away "we shouldn't be doing this" you say.

Your foreheads pressed together and noses grazing each other, Jaehyun shakes his head "I don't care about all of that right now" he slurs feeling the weight of the punches and kicks he had taken. Kissing at the corner of your lip smudging your lipgloss.

Jaehyun has always been professional with you, outside of work you two are like the best of friends, this was a line you had never thought to cross said line, but the feeling of his lips against yours made you feel fuzzy. You didn't care about the line anymore and both of you are now toppling over it. "I just want you" he mumbled as he pressed his nose against yours eye, clouded with an unknown feeling.

You smile lazily as you lean into him, giving him a chaste kiss. You both smile like kids as you pull apart. His hands trail from the bunched up fabric of your dress to your thighs pulling them apart "sit" he whispers making you nod and blink dreamily as you choke back a whimper at the sheer friction between his thighs and your pussy.

Arching your back until your chests press against each other, hands all over each other touching any part of each other that possibly could be in this position. Jaehyun couldn't help but grind up against you as the warmth of your core rubs against the throbbing bulge held behind his towel, the fabric running against the both of you earning a moan.

Pressing your lips against Jaehyun eager to steal ever last breath out of his lungs as your hands grip at his hair. Jaehyun doesn't hide his needs as his hands slide all around your body anywhere he could reach. Moaning against each others lips Jaehyun presses his forehead against yours as you both part panting against each other.

"You really wanna do this here?" He asks huskily turning you on even more. "I don't care if we did it in the car I just want you Jae" you whisper against his lips making him smile, feeling on top of the world at your response. Jaehyun knew his feelings for you were beyond just Manager and client, but he knew to never go beyond that. But right now... he really didn't give a damn.

Pulling the tight skirt of your dress over your ass until it bunches at the waist, his palms Slide Over the soft skin as your lace panties; wet and sticky cover everything he's craving at the moment. Groping and kneading the skin harshly making you moan as your hips press down against his once again, his hands guide you against his towel covered lap.

Biting your lip harsh enough you could almost break flesh. "You think you can cum like this for me?" He asks sending shivers up your spine thinking of rutting yourself against the brunette man until you hit your peak "mhm" you respond giving a small nod choking up your words with whimpers.

Your arms slink around his shoulder as you rest your head against the nape of his neck letting stimulation get the best of you. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit makes you feel utterly dizzy. "Just like that, you feel good?" He asks under his breath landing a harsh slap against your ass making you moan louder "feels so good" you whimper "you make me feel good jae" you moan as your hips recoil into his as the tension in your stomach grows.

Jaehyun could feel a wet patch of your slick deep through the towel over his hard cock making him bite his lip in satisfaction. He could see how much faster your hips are grinding into him showing how close you were to cumming, Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist pressing your chest tightly to his as he grinds up against you.

The sound of the chair scraping against the concrete floors is almost background sounds to the both of you too wrapped up in getting your much wanted orgasm. "You're gonna make me cum" you whine as your eyes shut tightly and your eyebrows scrunch together "yeah? Do it" he says sternly making you shutter as your jaw slacks at the overwhelming feeling "fuck" you sob as your nails dig into Jaehyuns back.

Hissing at the feeling Jaehyuns hips come to a stop, his hands rub your thighs as they slightly shake. "You okay?" He asks with an airy laugh at your fatigued face that pulls away from his body "yeah, just give me a second" you whisper coming down from your high as the constant throbbing between your thighs starts.

Pulling yourself out of his lap your knees buckle feeling like jelly, you lower yourself fully until your knees press into the harsh concrete, not minding it much your hands trail over the white towel tucked around Jaehyuns waist, looking up at him with soft eyes "you don't have to do anything" he speaks up and it makes you smile. This was the considerate and caring Jaehyun you had always known, never selfish and always seeking just a smidgen of approval from anyone he could when he could.

"I want to do this with you, nobody else" you say as your fingers brush against the skin of his lower stomach as they hook over the tightly wrapped towel. You were eager, the new found feeling was overstimulating in all the right ways. Pulling the fabric away from his lap now completely exposed to the cold air Jaehyun shivers, he doesn't know if it's from excitement or the decrease in temperature but either way he felt like he was in heaven.

The way your hands travel over his thighs makes his breath get caught in his throat, your eyes rake over his body with a look he's never seen on your face but regardless he loves it. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his cock into your fist, slowly jerking  and teasing the tip with your thumb.

His head falls back with no support from the chair he mutters out "fuck" as his hands grip at the towel underneath him. And when you finally put him in your mouth, finally swallow down the already there taste of him on your tongue—you both let out a moan. Can feel the top half of him shift like his head has fallen back, an image of his beautifully parted mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut in pleasure has you moaning against him again; your body on fire, your pussy aching.

You match the pumps of your hand with the drag of your mouth up and down his dick. Swirl your tongue around the head and suck when you reach it. Let yourself go as far as your gag reflex will let you until you're gagging around him and he's is cursing and digging his nails into the mattress once again.

And when you steal a glance to the side you can see how red his knuckles look from the death grip he has the towel. How his fingers twitch and hand runs along his thigh, acting as if he wants to touch you but not daring to. You steal another glance up at him, "oh fuck" tumbling from his lips when your eyes meet; he looks so desperate in the moment. He didn't want release he needed it, Jaehyun had never been a begging man but in the moment Jaehyun would do just about anything to cum.

you keep your nose pressed into the skin of his pelvis until you physically can't, pulling off of him with a loud pop. your cheek is wet with tears, and your chin is slick with spit, the two coalescing at the tip into a sticky mess.

the sight makes him twitch in your hand, because this is what he's been dreaming of. This was his selfish wish, to see you below him with this expression. eyes all doe-eyed and desperate. But it also doesn't take Jaehyun much time before he lets his eyes flutter shut his hips now slowly bucking into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your throat closing around him tightly.

he can’t help but to reach out and rub the heavy pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek.

a string of profanities leave his lips. he’s close, and you can tell by the way he begins to fuck into your face with a slight roughness. to guide him there, you begin to hollow your cheeks and narrow your throat, using a single hand to massage his thigh digging your nails into his skin.

he can feel you start to get riled up, and when you start to scratch and claw at his thighs for air, that does it for him. with a final, lazy thrust, he releases the entirety of his load down your throat, keeping you pressed down on him until he’s sure every last bit has been spilled.

Pulling away slowly your breathing uneven and filled with small coughs and hiccups, your hand rests on his scratched up thighs, Jaehyun looks at you with nothing but lust. Your swollen lips, your mascara staining your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw to bring you close his nose brushing against yours as your heavy breathing mixes with his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he grumbles as he presses his lips against yours harshly parting your lips with his tongue messily running yours against his. Slowly without breaking the kiss Jaehyun moves himself out of the chair, his own knees feeling a slight sting at the feeling. Guiding you down to your back as the kisses grows more hungry as he grinds his bare cock against your panties growing frustrated at the very little skin on skin contact, his hands settling on your upper thighs slither until his hands are underneath the fabric of your dress.

His fingers find the elastic band of your panties finally pushing them down your thighs and past your ankles where he recklessly tosses them out of his way to only who knows where. Your dress being the only obstacle left he pulls the zipper tugging your arms through the sleeves easily he damn near rips you dress off at the seems just to see your body in all its glory. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you not even for a second his eyes follow every dip and curve with the most adoration one could hold in their gaze and it makes you feel warm.

His eyes rake over you from top to bottom as his eyes latch onto the sight of your thighs glistening in slick. He hissed through his teeth absentmindedly his hand gently travels between your thighs as his thumb presses between your slit making friction with your sensitive clit making you whine at the feeling. His hand leaving your body he takes his length into his own hand gripping himself.

"You look so good like this" He says as he presses his tip against your slit teasingly sliding against it as it makes a slick sound as your essence covers his tip and shaft, dipping his tip into your entrance Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath as he pushes into you groaning at the feeling of your tight walls enveloping his tip.

Pushing deeper inside you he lets out a moan "fuck you feel so good" he says as he catches his bottom lip in between his teeth. "You're so big" you gasp, feeling how good he filled you up to the brim as you feel him begin to slowly move. Jaehyun couldn't get enough of the sight as his cock disappeared inside your pussy.

His cock buried deep inside you that you moan and your nails into the pillow your chest was pressed againstsetting a pace for bouncing against him. The feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan.

"Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a pace, the soft sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room.

A small sheen of sweat on your skin and your makeup smeared while your ass bounced on his cock it was addicting. "You like being fucked like this?" He asks as he bucks his hips into your sharply.

Moaning at his dirty words and sudden surge of confidence your head falls into the palm of your hand muffling your sweet voice Jaehyun's palm sharply smacks your ass "Answer me" he says groaning as he soothes the stinging feelings on your warm skin.

"Mhm, I want people to hear how good you fuck me" you say lifting your head from the pillow as you bite your bottom lip hard as you hear how wet you are with each thrust he gave you.

Jaehyun; eager to let his load off inside you, holds your hips stopping you from bouncing any longer and begins to thrust his hips into you harder. The feeling of his tip pushing at your cervix.

His hips piston into you as your thighs and ass jiggle at the repetitive thrusts "right there" You moan as you feel him pounding in a certain part of your walls. You tighten around him as your essence forms a white ring around the base of his dick.

"Just like that, I just want you to cum inside me" you babble mindlessly as his stomach churns at the words spewing out. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up with my cum?" he groans as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten and his death grip on the fat of your ass almost sending you over the edge if it wasn't for how hard he was pounding you.

You nod eagerly as you begin to alternate between grinding and bouncing, your nails drag against his inner thigh leaving behind a red and irritated trail- yet he didn't mind it as it pushed him closer to his orgasm.

Leaning down to him your moans against each other's lips push you closer and closer. Your back arching even more as you move faster wanting to cum so badly "keep going. Don't stop" he groaned, letting his head fall back.

His hair messily pushed against his forehead as it was covered in sweat and his eyes rolled back "god I'm gonna cum" he says breathily as you grind back against him to meet his thrusts as the sticky sound of him pounding your sloppy pussy resides in the air of the locker room.

The room was warm and all you could care about was how good your best friend was fucking you. "You like having an audience to be fucked like a slut in front of huh?" He says as he grips onto your hips harder to stop your movement as he pounds into a spongy part of your walls.

His hair sticking to his forehead and his breath becoming heavier "I loved being fucked like a slut" you rasp as you hear his breathy laugh at your words desperate to feel release "good" he says as he fucks into you harder. "Tell me how much of a slut you are" he groans as his nails dig into your hips, "I'm such a fucking slut for you, god I'm your cockslut" you whine as his thrusts are deeper and sharp it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Pulling your back to his chest hitting an angle inside you that made you see white as your ass bounced into his lap your hands desperately thrash to grip your own thigh as a result of overwhelming pleasure.. "Oh fuck- just like that, You're gonna make me cum" he moaned deeply into the nape of your neck.

Letting out a string of whines you clench harder "I’m close" he moaned as he began to twitch inside you, his words buzzing in your ears making you grind against him eagerly "please let me cum" you beg as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at Jaehyun who was absolutely pussy drunk on the feeling of you.

"You gonna cum?" he asks as his hand falls between your thighs, his fingers press against your clit "You gonna fucking cum?" he asks rhetorically as his words slur, you nod as your breathing becomes uneven "do it" he says pushing you back down into the cold ground roughly gripping your hips and you were sure it would leave bruises his eyes roll back as he feels how you clench around him and let your orgasm washes over you, with a few more hard thrusts he would also be tipping over the edge to his orgasm moaning as his thick white strings of cum fills you up leaving your body feeling warm and fuzzy.

Fucking you both through your highs your thighs clench shut as overstimulation creeps up on you your moans began to come out choked which makes Jaehyun slow down his pace until his hips were no longer moving against yours.

Pulling out you both hiss, as his cum drips down your thigh Jaehyun chuckles at the sight almost wanting to use his fingers to fuck his cum back inside you but deems you're too fucked out. He pulls away completely standing on shaky legs walking off to the bathroom to grab a clean towel wet with warm water to clean you off. You breathe heavily, almost too lazy to pick yourself up looking at the mirror perched against the wall seeing how your face was most likely in it.

Your actions finally sink in. You hear the footsteps near you, Jaehyun walks back into the locker room he wipes you off rubbing small soothing circles into your thighs he wipes you down clean. Jaehyun would be sure you were getting treatment you deserve even if it wasn’t in the most romantic place.

After he takes care of you can hear "I'm sorry if I was being too rough," he says softly as he looks at you with soft eyes “don't worry about it. I like that stuff anyways" you say with a chuckle you roll over onto your side you look at your best friend "it felt good. No need to be sorry" you say waving him off. Jaehyun sighs in content, almost nervous that he had hurt you or took too much of his anger out on you.

“Get up, you need a shower before we go back to the hotel” he says rubbing your sore thighs. You bite back a groan as you think about actually having to leave your spot on the ground. Your body feeling sticky and covered in sweat, You cave sitting up. You press your hand to your sore back thinking about how harshly your back had been pushed against it. Jaehyun holds a hand out to you as he coaxes you into a warm shower.

You hadn’t thought about the fall out of the matter, you have in fact slept with your best friend, the person you live with, and spend every day with. You had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow but you didn’t let that thought sink in that much as well when Jaehyun’s more intimate with you, the lingering touches, the small pecks on your lips as he washes you up with the soap he had packed in his bag. The smell of him washes over you as you let all of your thoughts wash away with the soapy water down the drain of the shower.

You'd just have to worry about it another time.

#𖦹—( neo percs ) #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct smut #mark smut #haechan smut #nct u smut #taeyong smut #taeil smut #johnny smut

[multifandomslxt]

Nct127 members and their favourite things during s3x

Taeil

Likes to see your body glistening with sweat after being fucked out.

One time a trail of sweat ran between your boobs and he licked it .

“You taste so fucking good baby”

Seeing his cum all over your sweaty back?>>>>>>

Johnny

That deep arch you do when it becomes too much👏🏿

Especially during backshots???

You’re killing him

Likes to see you grip the sheets as if that’ll help you Lmaoo.

“I’ll put a fucking baby in you if you keep doing that shit”

Taeyong

Something about your eyes rolling back and your body going stiff🤌🏿

Accidentally overstimulated you once and he decided it was his favourite thing in the world

“Ah fuck baby, am I too much for you?”

Yuta

He saw you drooling once and decided that it if you weren’t drooling he was performing below standard

That drooling + dick drunk combo got him fucked up

He asked you your name once after he finished and you couldn’t even make a full sentence smh.

You know he fucked you two more times.

“I wish you could see how fucked out you look right now”

Doyoung

When you call him by his nickname because you’re begging.

The power he feels smh.

He knows in that moment he made you his little bitch.

Will tease you about it and smile when he sees tears lining your eyes.

“Oh my baby wants to cum so bad huh?”

Jaehyun

Seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy.

Tell me I’m wrong 🧍🏿‍♀️

You can’t.

When you push a little and more comes out??

“Fuck baby, you’re dripping everywhere”

Uses his finger to push it back into you

Jungwoo

Your silent scream before you cum.

You might find it weird but he lives for that shit😭

Something about him fucking you so good that you lost your voice??!?

Oh he loooveeesssss it.

Sometimes he spits in your mouth 👀

“I make you feel good don’t I princess?”

Mark

When your ass and thighs jiggle.

Actually ascends during backshots.

The man can’t make out a full sentence when he sees it.

Smacks the fuck out of your ass just to see the ripple.

“God, fuck princess the view from here is insane”

Haechan

Clawing his back.

During missionary he likes to fuck slow and DEEP.

You feel that shit in your brain 😭

He likes that it burns and stings but also the fact that you clawed him because he was so good.

Wears them like a badge of honour.

Now add Eye contact and you’ve got yourself a crazy mf.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you baby..don’t you fucking hold back”

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[23lvrs]

nct 127 nsfw twt links

127 x reader 18+

taeil loves spending his nights with you because after working all day you make sure to help him feel better

taeyong was thinking about you all day so when he came home to you in this outfit he knew you’d guys would have some fun for awhile

johnny didn’t wanna punish you but he has no choice when you’re dressing like that in front of everyone

yuta never wants you to hold back on your moans because they’re the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard they’re even better knowing he’s the reason for them

doyoung loves seeing your face when his fingers are in you he knows how much you love his hands especially when they’re in you

jaehyun came home to see you naked in his bed pleasing your self you should’ve just waited for him to come home

jungwoo had never pulled his pants down faster when he saw you wear this cute little outfit for him to celebrate his new album

mark loves seeing you take him in your mouth hair all messy knowing only he can do this to you

haechan thinks it’s funny how you tease him in public all confident but once your ass is up on his bed you seem to lose the confidence

a/n: ok so i alr posted the dy one on my twt but i love it so much i had to also share on here

masterlist for more of my work twitter for extra content

likes, cmts & shares appreciated :)

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[jammingjaem]

imagining how sweet 127 would be when u text them that your date went bad, even if they were in love with you this whole time. 🙏

୨୧ telling nct 127 about your bad date (but they’re in love with you)

i hope this fits to your liking 🫶 thank yew for being my first 127 req <3

#nct texts #nct fake texts #nct 127 texts #nct 127 fake texts #nct 127 fake text #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 headcanons #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 #taeil x reader #johnny x reader #taeyong x reader #yuta x reader #doyoung x reader #jaehyun x reader #jungwoo x reader #mark x reader #haechan x reader

[i4oba]

nct 127 as… / fanfiction aus!? 🏡…

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✰ TAEYONG — street racer!au

you hated that taeyong’s hobby has never changed: it was rather infuriating how he couldn’t have stopped with those stupid street races which he couldn’t even miss once; you had known lee taeyong ever since from elementary school, and you knew all too well how his biggest dream was to take part in formula 1, but a poor boy, living on the countryside can only dream of achieving such heights, he would never be able to reach that. you don’t even know how the two of you got to befriend each other, it might have been that chemistry project where you two were assigned to work together in that old fashioned “the breakfast club” way on saturdays, as you couldn’t properly behave. you two slowly became good friends, and then… something you weren’t able to describe, it was way too confusing, and growing up you two realised that the period of time when you were together, as a couple, was more than just toxic, pretty much unhealthy. you left him for good finally, leaving behind this mess of a relationship when you got accepted to the university of your dreams, after taking one year off of studies because of whatever reason you foolishly came up with. since taeyong’s name was pretty well known by then in the world of street racing, you knew fully well that he wouldn’t just quit for school which he despised anyways. after breaking up, you left everything unsolved between the two of you, leaving behind the memories as well, trying to make it easier for the both of you, after all. you weren’t mean. but that’s the first word in taeyong’s mind when he spotted you standing there at the track: it seemed as if your face became skinnier, your eyes were teary, hair somewhat shorter than what he was used to. you had changed, he decided, when you took a step closer to his car, which he couldn’t bring himself to change up. but he hadn’t changed in your eyes: he was still that little boy filled with enthusiasm, absolutely crazy for race cars, the taste of speed and you. especially you. “please, be careful” you whispered gently, as he drove away way too fast, as soon as the flag fell down. and then he disappeared in the night, loud and swift.

✰ TAEIL — teacher!au

when you applied for a job at the elementary school of the new town you’d moved to, you made a resolution in mind, learning from previous mistakes: you won’t be so forgiving with your students, you won’t let the parents tell you how to do your job and most importantly, you will NOT fall in love with someone at work ever again (it seemed fatal by then, since you had to leave your previous job because of that). you didn’t have that much of experience as a teacher, your diploma was pretty fresh, gathering dust on the drawer, but you would never let that make you feel less: you were enthusiastic, very thoughtful, as you brought cupcakes for your class, for example! i mean, on the previous night, while decorating the cupcakes with that pinkish icing, you wouldn’t have thought this would be the first step of the chain reaction – you fucked up a few times before when it was time for the first impressions, and let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened on your first day too: you clumsily dropped the whole tray of sweet treats in the entrance of the teacher’s lounge, half of the cupcakes actually ending up on one of your colleagues, who you had tons of gossips going around in the hallways following shortly. and you couldn’t even deny the obvious attraction you felt towards moon taeil, who you fell in love with on the first sight. he was a biology teacher which… well, made place for a few inappropriate biological jokes (well, yeah, sex-ed) coming from the sixth graders, or! the silly theories coming from the youngest of students, telling their parents that you are for sure pregnant (which would’ve made you furious if it wasn’t for their undeniable cuteness).

✰ JOHNNY — high school reunion!au

the first high school reunion of yours was arranged by the student who used to be the council president of your class, who even sent out handmade invitations to everyone, hoping that most of the class would go, not holding grudges against each other anymore, no matter how the bond between everyone of you was pretty much terrible. you were not that big of a persona amongst your peers, you were rather quiet, much like an outcast during your high school years, sometimes addressed with the ominous word “weird”, so you weren’t even planning on going, since you knew very well: no one would bother to notice you being there, or your absence either. it was in the last possible moment when your mother persuaded you finally, after a very big fight between the two of you, offering a ride as well, because (whether it’s a shame or not) you failed your traffic exam once again. focusing on this mainly, you were afraid you would come off as a total loser, as you always fail no matter what. but, after not much of thinking, you decided that you can simply lie, since you live very far away from this dusty little town anyways, no one could actually fact check what’s actually true from what you tell. even on the ride to your old school, you were thinking of false fun facts you could say when someone asks something, telling yourself that it’s not that big of a deal, not that big of a lie – as soon as you stepped into the school itself, though, the damn nostalgia reminded you how much of a loser you had always been. plus, the sight of johnny seo made the situation even worse. your throat felt dry, palm sweaty as your courage left your body slowly, evaporating suddenly, as a fully random girl from your class showed something on his phone to you, laughing loudly in your ear, adding something witty too; you were in love with johnny for a long time, and everyone who got to find this out sooner or later, decided to turn it against you as soon as they got the chance, like those mean, little girls in elementary. you never knew how johnny felt about you, since he never actually told you, or brought it up either, because he was simply understanding. well, in the dimly lit bathroom of the school, pressed against the cold tiles, you knew exactly what he might have felt, kissing you messily, like someone who had been starving. you two were cowards to tell the truth to each other, afraid of making steps forward.

✰ YUTA — rockstar!au

it was pretty much a cliché to hear the “i’m with the band” sentence over and over again, but when you started using it… no one could ever stop you. you were proud that your boyfriend reached his goals and his biggest dream, and every time you saw the ever growing audience at their concerts, a certain, really warm feeling appeared in your chest, slowly filling the whole of your body, which, let’s be real, got to your head a few times. the band had been a thing ever since you were high schoolers, really active ever since the first practice in that musty basement, not too intense back then, but really consistent, persistence paying off in the end, resulting in concerts, albums, and whatnot, including interviews – both of your worlds turned upside down, and nakamoto yuta, as the front man of the group became a star, bringing you with himself everywhere they had to go, like a lucky charm. he felt at ease whenever he could spot you in the crowd, maybe in the first row, dancing and singing along to their songs, or at times when you gave an intense, adrenaline driven kiss on his lips before their performances, rewarding him with something more after… somehow it all worked out, since you two were insanely, madly in love with each other. but how long is this going to be the norm? you’re afraid of guessing.

✰ DOYOUNG — royalty!au

it felt a little chaotic as you spent your time in the spacious library of the palace, dressed in your newly made red velvet dress and a crimson coloured mask on your face, far from the ball room, and even further from the musicians, the aristocrats and young men, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. you were only able to stay for one dance, not having the patience to talk to complete strangers, to dance with heirs you didn’t even know of, and to let them get the best of you, waiting for the right time to use you for their own good. no, you’re not suitable for such things, even if it sounded a little selfish at that moment. it bothered you anyway, that you had to look for The One you could marry – you didn’t want to decide during one night only, whether they could enjoy your company for the rest of their lives, or not. to decide who’s the richer man, you could envision yourself with. you sneaked out in a second, when no one actually paid attention to you anymore. you only found the library purely out of accident, but it was such a pleasant accident since you felt like you were home there. it was quiet, the room filled with the scent of old books, and you were left alone with your own feelings and wandering thoughts. or so you thought at first, until someone stormed inside the library, following you shortly (you wanted to guess how much time you spent there, completely lost in the world of books but you lost your sense of time soon after entering). you didn’t even pay attention to the new guest, you simply continued with the intriguing, dusty book in your hands. the newcomer, however, decided to take a seat right next to you, with his own novel he got from one of the closer shelves. he didn’t say a word, but you could feel the smirk playing on his face, angrily closing your book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. he didn’t have a mask on, which made you recoil a little, your breath hitching at the sight of such handsome young man, turning the pages of his poem anthology with a smile on his face. his gaze met yours when he looked up, winking at you mischievously. and that funny, unfamiliar feeling you felt at that moment, couldn’t have been described in any of those books laying around, although there was at least a thousand of them. only the boy next to you would be able to do so: kim doyoung, the prince of the kingdom, the heir of the throne.

✰ JAEHYUN — forbidden love!au

you hated hearing the word “forbidden”, although you had heard it several times growing up. you’re not a monarch, you bear no wealth and you basically have nothing else either, but the always so kind and warmhearted heir, jaehyun, couldn’t stop spending his precious time with you, since he enjoyed your company to the extent that you were ashamed of it. you had been selling flowers on the street ever since you were a little girl, mind filled with dreams and false hope. jaehyun always made you feel important, never getting in your way of achieving what you’d always been dreaming of. he was always following your steps, much like the shadow of you, not wanting to leave you any time soon. you could’ve thought it was because of the close friendship between the two of you, and you had always been a little oblivious of recognizing such hidden signs. you let him hug you, smile the brightest whenever he looks at you, and you let him waste your time which you were keen on sacrificing for him, not once hesitating whether what you’re doing is right or not. maybe it was a waste of time to spend your time at the flower field together, smelling the sweet scent of flowers, gazing at the sky endlessly. the stupid feelings were so blind and deaf, they couldn’t hear the obvious alarms of “forbidden” being shouted time to time – when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. you deserved that. guilt only arrived when it was too late already.

✰ JUNGWOO — fake dating!au

you were actually serious about that contract and the paperwork, as an all too practical person you had always been, but jungwoo shook his head, declining your offer every time, saying how stupid it actually was… since you two are friends, right, and this is a one time only thing. it’s just one night, where you can surprise your family, to let them know that you’re not suffering from relationship problems or anything. you got bored of them always bringing it up, and jungwoo had enough of hearing you complaining about it, so he came up with this whole “fake dating” idea. you weren’t too optimistic, especially since your whole family knew about him, which could make you both seem a little suspicious. he calmed you down, though, telling you that you’re just paranoid, and you can say, after a good two or three months, that you two broke up through tears. little did jungwoo know, that you were afraid of a different thing… which involves the feeling of love you had been feeling towards him for years. you didn’t want to let him know about this silly crush you had on him, but you clearly knew that this night will change everything, as you two will have to act like a real couple for the whole night, and you weren’t sure whether you would be able to leave it all behind, once you get used to it. selfish or not, you were afraid that after a night where you two have to hold each other’s hand, kiss each other here and there (in the name of pure acting), you won’t be able to resist the confession. well, it’s such a rookie mistake to forget about the reason why jungwoo offered this whole thing, right?

✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love – you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

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[tzuyusluv]

❥ Soft Things NCT 127 Does

Taeyong

• Does skincare with you but he will sit you in his lap to do it. He says it’s the only seat available

• He focuses on you and your habits so much, he’s started to adopt them and the members point out that you’re both doing the same thing

Taeil

• Goes to shops that you like every so often so he can look at things for your anniversary, birthday or just as a gift for loving him

• Is always smiling around you, you could commit a felony and he would have that gigantic smile on his face because he’s near you

Johnny

• Calls you Mx. Suh so much that the members actually started to think you guys got married and didn’t invite them

• Holds you against his chest and gives you kisses literally everywhere he can reach

Yuta

• Teaches you Japanese and his favorite recipes from his childhood

• Gave you a light stick and put his shirtless pictures in it

Doyoung

• Sings you love songs and always ends them with a passionate kiss that he hopes translates all his love for you

• Him putting his glasses on you and then taking a picture of you for his Lock Screen, his Home Screen, his pfp for your text messages, because it always makes him smile when he sees it

Jaehyun

• Sends you videos of him messing around with filters when he really misses you

• Constantly licking his lips because he knows that you’ll watch him do and get flustered

Winwin

• Teaches you how to dance and covers your body with his and sometimes he’ll peck your neck when you least expect it

• Sends you voice messages whenever something happens like he got a coffee or he saw a cute animal

Jungwoo

• Putting a shirt with a collar on so you hopefully get the hint that he wants you to pull him into a kiss by his shirt

• Plays with your fingers, especially if you wear rings. Sometimes he’ll take on and put it on your ring finger if doesn’t have one already but if it does, he refuses to move it

Mark

• For some reason, he likes to watch you sleep?? You’ll ask about it and he says that he likes seeing you relaxed and calm

• Lets you steal his hoodies and takes a picture of you when you wear them, then sets it as his lock screen

Haechan

• Wearing matching rings and when he gets flirted with, he’ll lift up his hand and show them the ring

• As a greeting, he’ll come up behind you and kiss your neck. Sometimes he’ll do it to wake you up or as a goodbye

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[jistagrams]

random messages with nct 127

paring: ot9 x reader

warnings: language, doyoungs msgs as a whole 😭

a/n: also thank u sm for 100 followers <33

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[ncityprincess]

positions 127 would be into bc im bored 🤭

minors do not interact

taeil: he’s a standard missionary guy. he’s not mad at a little cowgirl though

johnny: missionary king. mating press too

taeyong: cowgirl so he can have full access to your boobs. also laying down on your side from behind

yuta: doggie with your back pressed against his chest and his arm around your torso

doyoung: missionary with one leg up. he loves to stare into your eyes

jaehyun: reverse cowgirl and doggie with him standing and you on the bed

jungwoo: missionary, or doggy with your upper body pressed into the mattress

mark: doggy!!! and cowgirl with you guys sitting on a couch or him laying up on the bed face to face with you

haechan: cowgirl but he takes over and fucks up into you

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[mayaflowerxs]

THE HOT BABYSITTER

Synopsis: Being untrusted, you are stuck in a rowdy house as your younger siblings are being babysat with the hottest guy you’ve ever met. Irritated by how loyal he is, you wonder how long he will last before he cracks upon the little game you’re playing on him.

Warning: Smut / Angst / Fluff. Swear word usage, Babysitter!Mark x Troublemaker!reader. Cheating, jealousy, alcohol consumption, virgin!Mark, Bratty!Reader, creampie, oral, kinda long sorry!

DOYOUNG

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

Pairing: Mark x f!reader

You didn’t understand what was the big deal. So what if you threw a huge party at your house? So what it got a little crazy and the night ended with over 10,000 dollars worth of damage repair? It’s not like you haven’t thrown countless of parties before. But yet something about this one had tipped your parents over the edge. After hours upon hours of them shouting in your ear about how irresponsible you were being, to have recklessly thrown a party with that many people whom you knew could care less about the thousands of dollars worth of property they were about to destroy. Especially with your little brothers in the other room most likely locked there as they watch their Paw Patrol. But it’s not like anyone got hurt,

That’s if you didn’t count that one jock who jumped from your roof into the pool and broke his ankle..

But much to your parents disagreement, they had enough of your scandals. Which is how you were left standing in front of your biggest most terrible punishments of all time. Stuck with a babysitter, and not just any. No you’d be stuck having Mark Lee, one of the most uptight and nerdiest boy you’ve gone to school with. And to watch him push up his glasses and give you a once over, you knew the next six months will be absolute hell for you.

And hell it was.

For the first few weeks were nothing but awkward silences. Your glaring constantly piercing through Mark’s skull but he pretended to not notice. And each time he approached you, he was quick to take a step back when he met your angered eyes. You simply couldn’t believe your parents could do this to you. Have they not known you at all? You can’t associate yourself with losers like him, and if everyone were to find out he’s your babysitter and not just for your brothers…forget it. Your reputation is toasted. You can’t truly say you know Mark but you’ve been attending to the same school as him for over all of your primary years.

Mark isn’t as special like the other kids in your grade. Just like everyone else in private school, he also comes from wealth. Parents much like yours spend most of their time traveling and little to no time actually parenting. Privileged to many opportunities that’ll kick start him a successful future, one that many lower class citizens have to work thrice as hard to achieve. He joined many clubs and has won many medals and certificates. Even being valedictorian, difference between him and other student’s like you were simple. He actually cared to make a name for himself. To put in that work so he’d be recognized for his achievements and not for his family’s name. He wasn’t you who didn’t care whether you were actually passing your classes or not knowing your parents would pay the school to keep quiet and pass you. It’s how you even graduated high school, and even got accepted to the top most prestigious school in all of the country. But not Mark, no he worked hard to get in and refused any sort of help from his parents.

Which is exactly why your parents hired him. At the age of fourteen Mark got his first ever job at an ice cream parlor. Buying himself his own clothes, gadgets and even his first ever car although, his parents did pay for more than half of it he was just convinced he bought it all without no help. Along with being a scholar he chose to do volunteer work and has given himself quite a name around town. The golden boy, to the adults he could do no wrong. To the elders, he’s an angel sent from above, to the kids he’s an idol but to the teenagers who actually grew up with him. They can only think of two words, kiss ass. There’s not much of any actual reason why he’s hated just simply for the fact that he’s such a rule follower, never wants to have any fun and takes his responsibilities very seriously. It’s even worse that now he’s apart of the Dean, most worry to speak about things in case he might be listening and report them.

Which concludes to the very last thing, you also go to to the same top most prestigious school in all of the country. And although you couldn’t even think of his name the second he came in view of you until he introduced himself, he on the other hand knew yours the second he saw you. Y/n y/l/n, most popular girl in school since the first grade. Have gotten detention and suspended for various reasons all of which are very ridiculous. You never take anything serious and much rather cause havoc than to study. You’re everything he would never look for in a girl. And glad he doesn’t have you for a sister or who knows how crazy you’d make him. But he chose to work for your family, he chose to babysit not only your brothers but you. And that’s something he doesn’t plan on backing out no matter how determined you are to make him go insane. Insane enough for him to quit.

“Uh where are you going..?” Had currently been busy playing with your brothers, the youngest merely two years old in his lap. Mark’s head perks up at the sound of heels clicking on the stairs, descending down and there you stood wearing a tight but very revealing black dress. “You look pretty sis.” Your eight year old brother, Iseul tells you, winking at him and sending him a soft smile. You grab your purse nearest the door. “Out.” Completely taken aback, Mark gets on his feet and rests your baby brother next to Iseul. Rushing out the door after you, he stops you before you can enter your car. Having it suddenly closed before you can fully open it, you raise your brow at the man standing before you. “Can i help you?” “Im sorry, i guess you must’ve not been made aware that you are currently grounded?” “No I know:”

“Oh…you do.” Rolling your eyes you push him to the side and go to open the door again only for it to be closed shut once more. “Then am I right to assume that you’re then simply disobeying your parents orders.” “And what those might be?” “Oh I don’t know…no cellphone.” He takes your phone out of your hand, “No keys to the car.” He takes those too and lifts his hand as you go to grab them. “And most definitely no going outside. Now let’s get back inside so that you can go change.” Scoffing you smack his hand and take a step back. “Look here Mark, don’t try to get all high and mighty simply because you work for my parents. How about you focus on actually doing your job and take care of my brothers.” “I am doing my job, I’m looking after you. And rules say you can’t go out.” He goes to grab your arm again but as he tries to walk the two of you inside you, don’t budge. Feet planted to the ground, like a child about to throw a tantrum you shake your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

With a sigh, Mark shoves your phone and keys in his back pocket. “Alright then, have it your way.” “Thank you, now as soon as you hand me back my - HEY!” Thrown over his shoulder, lifted off the ground you smack Mark’s back in protest. “Put me down you asshole!” Thrashing and squirming but to no avail, the boy had a tight grip on you and he wasn’t planning on letting you go until you were inside. Door locked behind him, he finally does set you down. “Now do you want to be a good big sister and hang out with your little brothers? If so go upstairs and change, we’ll be waiting for you.” “God you’re so damn annoying!” Stomping your way up to the stairs, Mark hears the loud slam of your bedroom door and sighs in relief. He’s been stern before, being serious for most of his life has its benefits but never did he think he’d have to act such a way towards you. The popular girl he’s attended school with.

For years he’d watched you from a far. He always wondered how you could live your life without any care. While you had practically the whole school stuck to your side, he was a loner. Sat by himself, worked by himself and ate by himself. He didn’t mind though, to you he didn’t exist but to him, you were like a celebrity. Even though he didn’t care about what you were up to, it was almost impossible to go anywhere without hearing the latest news about you. He assumed you’d hit your peak after high school but three years had passed and if anything you’ve gotten even more popular! Truly it’s as if you really were a celebrity. You’ve gotten your face on multiple magazine covers and even have a social media account with almost half a million followers. Even now he still finds it hard to believe he’s actually babysitting you.

Minutes had passed since your tantrum and he has yet to see you come down the stairs. Maybe you were taking your time to change, maybe you fell asleep or chose to stay in your room. A part of him felt bad, it was his job. Strict orders from your parents to not let you out of the house, it’s not like he can disobey them. So with a plate of cookies he had freshly made for your brothers, he makes his way over to your room. A soft knock but not a response from you is heard. “Y/n? Can i come in?” Another soft knock but to no avail, not a single response. Man you must really be mad at him. With a disappointed sigh, he opens the door and begins to speak. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier…” Room empty, he sets the plate of cookies down. “Y/n?” Looking around, he noticed the bathroom light on and door slightly opened. “Y/n?” No sight of you, but the window had been opened. And as he nears it, he looks out and sees there have been a ladder that would lead straight down to the ground.

“Damn it.”

You finally managed to arrive at the party, albeit late. But the second you enter you grin to hear everyone quick to greet you. You were the life of the party and as they proceed to hand you red solo cups of hard liquor in it you were quick to accept them. “Where the hell have you’ve been?” Many always asked you, and with a shrug you wave them off. “Annoying rules my parents implemented.” Knowing where you come from they nod, “Alright who’s ready to have some fun!” You clap your hands that follow by a chorus of cheers. At some point the time had slipped past your mind, focused on taking shots of tequila and playing games such as beer pong. It wasn’t until you had fruit punch all over your dress did it cause a pause in your time of fun. “The hells wrong with you dickhead?” The boy widens his eyes and stutters out an apology. “I’m s-so s-sorry!” Glaring at him as girls hand your napkins and try to get the juice out of your expensive dress. The jocks near you get in the poor boys face. “Who the hell invited him?” One whispered not too subtly. “God what a loser.” Another says. “I’m sorry hun this is only going to get stained how about if you try to wash it with some water?” One of your friends say, “we can follow you.” “No it’s alright, besides I think I need some air.” Walking off and heading towards the bathroom which happened to be nearest to the front door, you definitely are taken by surprise when you’re suddenly come face to face with none other than Mark himself. Which you have to admit, looks pretty pissed off.

“Mark?”

“I see you’ve gotten yourself pretty comfortable huh?” He tilts his head at you, jaw clenched and brows crunched. Just behind you were the jocks that had busied themselves and kicking out the poor bastard that spilled the fruit punch all over your dress. “Hey y/n who’s this loser?” They nudge your shoulder. Eyes slightly widening, you glance between them and Mark and see he’s about to open his mouth. No way can they know about yours and Mark’s embarrassing situation. “Oh! You know scoring myself another point!” The guys gain a smirk on their faces, leaving a confused Mark in front of you. “What ? --“ Completely unprepared for you to suddenly cup his face and smash your lips on top of his, you push him up against the wall. Suddenly there’s a loud chorus of cheers and wolf whistles around you. Mark had tried to push you off him. Hands at your waist but to the crowd now growing around you, it seemed as if the golden boy has finally loosened up a little.

“Hell yeah! Hey get out of the bathroom and give these two some privacy!” One dude shouted and aired out the bathroom. Pulling away, you quickly grab Mark’s hand and drag him inside the bathroom with you. Closing and locking the door shut, you sigh in relief. Only to turn around and see a very flustered looking boy. Red in the face and chest slightly heaving from having to take deep breaths. “Oh relax virgin it’s not like we’re actually going to do something in here.” Frowning once more, he clears his throat and stands up straight. “I’m not a virgin.” Sending him a look, brow slightly lifted he scoffs and shakes his head. “Okay and so what?”

“Wow never thought you’d actually admit that.” He widens his eyes and struggles to come up with something. “Well…uh…this isn’t about me anyways!” Nodding you pursue your lips and hum. Turning on the sink and attempt to wash off the stained dress. “This is about you! And what you’ve done! You disobeyed me! You disobeyed your parents and most of all you kissed me without my consent!” Chuckling you roll your eyes and turn to look at him. “Consent? It was just a kiss you’re making it seem like I stole your first kiss or something.” When there’s silence in the bathroom other than the muffled loud music blaring from outside your jaw is dropped. “No way!” “Shh! It’s not a big deal.” He mumbles almost embarrassed. Smiling look an idiot, it only irritated Mark and soon the scowl is brought back completely.

“What is a big deal is what’s going to happen to you once you come home.” “Oh?” Your voice raises a pitch. “Get your head out of the gutter.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “Oh please I’m just messing with you, don’t flatter yourself so much you wouldn’t be someone I’d go for anyways.” As much as Mark tried to not be bothered by your comment, he couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of hurt. Ouch. It’s silent momentarily, and Mark watched as you struggle to take off the stain. “Let’s go,” “I’m not going anywhere with you, you’re not the boss of me.” “Keep staying here and that stain will never come off.” “It’ll come off.” Beginning to scrub harder, Mark sees you’re only making it worse. With a sigh, he stops your hand. “Come home and I’ll take off the stain.” “You know how?” “I am a man of many talents.” Eyeing him, you notice how serious he was being. So with a grunt you turn off the faucet, Mark about ready to open the bathroom door you stop him.

“Wait!” With a confused look and eyes silently questioning you what, he nervously gulps and takes a small step back when he sees you get much closer to him. “They’ll notice something’s up if you look normal.” Ruffling his hair and unbuttoning his shirt he goes to pull your hand away when you smack it way. “Relax virgin just play the damn part if you want to leave this damn party faster.” With a gruff, he allows you, watching silently as you turn on the faucet and wet your hands. “Seriously?” He asks you when you’re suddenly dampening his forehead with water to make it appear as sweat. “One last thing.” You lift a finger at him, he watched you take your lipstick out of your purse. Apply it on your lips, eyes widening like saucers when you get close to him, “Woah! Okay I don’t think-“ wincing when you suddenly step on his foot. His crouched state gives you the opportunity to attach your lips on his neck and with one big smooch there lied the large red print of lips shining brightly on his skin.

“Ok now lets go you big baby.” “Hey how come you still look normal?-“ “Shh be quiet!” And suddenly the door is opened and out you walk as if you had infact shagged with the school’s biggest nerd. Immediately engulfed with cheers and even more whistles as they noticed the proud smile on your face, and even more when they see the state Mark was in when he walked out. Never did Mark feel so embarrassed in his life, and just as you’re about to get wrapped up in your friend group to talk about all the juicy details, Mark had quickly gotten a hold of your waist and redirected you over to the door. “See y’all later!” You wave with a wink and as the two of you leave, another loud wave of yells are heard from inside. With an annoyed look on his face and eyes rolled, Mark walks the two of you over to his black BMW. Had just closed the door, he looks over to see you with a grin on your face. “Drop the grin you’re still getting it when you get home.” “Ooh kinky-“. “Out of the gutter y/n!”

Mark had in fact kept his word and soon what was six months of being grounded was up to eight months! Now you truly despised Mark. “You should be more like Mark!” You parents scolded you. But it was all the same thing over and over again. Mark being a respectable figure in town, how he’s very influential and responsible and you should be more like him. You just never would have guessed that you’d now be punished by joining Mark’s side in all of his boring activities. “No way.” Mark shrugs his shoulders and nods. “Too bad, now go get dressed or we’ll be late for the annual deep clean event.” You couldn’t believe it, not only did you have to suck up to the fact that he’s your babysitter but now you actually had to hang out with him? Truly the world hated you.

Despite all your protests unfortunately you had no choice but to be stuck with a hundred other people including Mark to pick up trash around the town’s lake. A grossed out look on your face each time you have to pick up some smelly old litter, especially when it’s sticky and slimy. Groaning when the black trash bag refuses to open properly and getting some of the trash to touch you. “I cant!” You drop the stick and bag. “Oh c’mon y/n, there’s only an hour left.” “An hour?!” You say in disbelief. “It’s not that bad.” Mark tries to reason but the small grin on his face is enough for you to understand he’s taking pleasure in all of this. “Screw you mark.” “Thought you said I’m not your type?” He chuckles as your suddenly throwing your bag at him, dodging it merely. “Come here!” And soon the rest of the group who’d actually been busy cleaning up the park, turn to look at the two of you running around like maniacs. The retractable stick in your hand as you chase after Mark who’s much too fast for you.

On your phone and moaning at the fact that your friends had currently gone on a shopping spree and to the beach. You on the other hand stuck sitting on a very uncomfortable beach chair. The closest to feeling as if you were at the beach you’d ever get. A large umbrella above you but even that can’t stop the terrible heat engulfing you. Bored completely out of your mind as you had no other choice but to be forced to attend one of Iseul’s soccer games. “Thought I said no cellphone.” Your phone is suddenly snatched from the boy you’ve grown used to being stuck to your side every damn second of the day. Eyes rolled you scoff up at him before noticing his appearance. In shorts and a black tight tank top. You noticed just how toned he was. Wow. Was this really the nerd that had been babysitting you? Snapping out of it, you clear your throat. “You have my other one, I had no choice but to get a new one-“ as you go to reach for it, he pulls it away. “Well then I guess you’re going without two phones now.” “Oh c’mon Mark I have been doing literally everything with you! Please give me a break!”

“This is a break. You’re not here for me, you’re here for your younger brother now be a good big sister and watch the game.” “The game hasn’t even begun yet, I’ve been stuck having to watch a bunch of eight year olds do the exact same lap over and over and over again. Besides where the hell is their coach?”

“You’re speaking to him.” Sitting up straight, you tilt your head at him in confusion. “You?…their coach?” “Yes? …is that so hard to believe?” Eyeing him, you shake your head. “No…” Definitely didn’t come off as the sports kinda guy but eh can’t judge a book by its cover. “Game will start soon, I better see you paying attention.” He points his fingers at his eyes and sends them over to you, jogging off to join his team as the opposing ones have started to enter the field. “Not like I had anything better to do.” You sigh sadly. Eventually as the game started, you had surprised yourself the more you grow to be a lot more interested in the game than you thought you would. So much you yelled just as much as the soccer moms had. Yelling out demands to pass the ball to the other teammates. Cursing at the referee when he held up yellow cards for no reason —in your opinion given your brothers team can simply do no wrong. And at some point almost caused a fight with one of the kids father from the opposing team.

Even having Mark come up to separate the two of you. “Okay!..” he says with an awkward chuckle, forcing a smile so that no one’s moods begin to turn sour. Walking you back over to your seat, he lowers his voice so that only you can hear him. “When I said to pay attention I didn’t mean to start a fit-“ “BUT HE-“ standing infront of you and gesturing for you to take a seat, when you do he crouched down. Hands on your knees as he whispers to you. “I know he was being an ass,” “Thank you!” “But for your brothers sake, please keep your cool? Mmh?” With a huff, you exhale and nod. “Fine.” “Good girl.” He softly pinches your chin and stands to return back to his side of the field. Shocked, you feel slightly bothered at the way you felt by his actions. Why it made your stomach turn and heart palpitate who knows? And yet as the game continued you couldn’t help but notice just how focused Mark was as well. Yelling out words of encouragement, brows scrunched as he demands the kids some orders for them to follow.

Something about this side of Mark had you feeling bothered. So much you even had to cross your legs to keep yourself calm. “Get your head out of the gutter.” You tell yourself as you smack your head. Thankfully you manage to ignore the growing feeling inside you, your brother ended up scoring the winning goal and at last the game ended. Just as Mark’s about to give Iseul a hug and a congratulations- when he’s rudely shoved to the side. And instead, you’re the one engulfing your little brother in a big bear hug. “You did so good!” You jump in excitement as your brother joins you with a large grin plastered on his face. Seeing the wholesome interaction, Mark forgets the fact that you so rudely pushed him. “Congratulations champ, how about we go celebrate, the three of us?”

To say you were gaining feelings for your babysitter would be hard for you to accept. You were in denial, there was no way you were actually catching feelings for Mark Lee, the ultimate prissy nerd. Heck if it wasn’t for your current situation with him you sure as hell would not ever associate yourself with him. And yet here you were, making pastries with him alongside your little brothers. In the backyard playing tag and hide and seek with them. In the living room binge watching kids movies and even listening in on Mark’s story telling. Heck at some point you even shushed your brother when he interrupted him, “I wanna hear what happens next!” But it seems like catching feelings weren’t the only problem brewing up. Word got around of how much time you’ve been spending with Mark and soon rumors had gotten around that you were apparently dating him!

You denied them, but you could only say so much when there’s just so many pictures of the two of you together. Especially when those of you two getting ice cream together spread around campus. Completely ignoring the fact that your little brother was there and it had been when he won his game. After the whole ordeal at the party, many were certain you were screwing him and some even spoke to you asking how the biggest goodie two shoes was like in bed, and how big he was. It was hard to deny it all without causing suspicion as to why you’re even hanging out with him in the first place and not get exposed for being babysat by him. And unfortunately as much as you began to like the guy, you felt as if you had no choice but to go along with the public’s general assumption.

That you were screwing him.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh relax Mark it’s not anything bad.” “Anything bad? Y/n you do know you’re basically pimping me out?” Tilting your head, you squint your eyes and hum. “Not exactly sure how that is.” Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and paces around the living room. “Look y/n Im not like you, I don’t go around recklessly and start spreading rumors.” “Hey it’s not like I did it intentionally. “I don’t care! I have an image to uphold!” “And so do I!” Getting off the couch you walk over to him, stopping him in his tracks. “Stop thinking so negatively Mark and think of the bright side. If you go along, no one will know you babysit..me. And therefore I get to keep my reputation.” “I don’t see how it benefits me.”

“I wasn’t finished!” Huffing he crosses his arms and waits for you to continue. “While you can build your image.” Sending you a look to explain, you huff annoyedly. “C’mon Mark don’t make me spell it out. You’re a…” still not getting it, he tilts his head slightly at you. “Mark you’re a loser.” Groaning he goes to move away from you but you stop him. “But that’s okay! Because it seems like every kid and senior in town likes you!” “Is that suppose to make me feel better?” “Look, it seems like every person our age doesn’t like you but! If you play along, I’ll get everyone to respect you.”

“Why should I care if they respect me or not. You don’t.” “Yeah but that’s because I don’t care, they on the other hand only ever seen this pathetic, sad, lonely, nerdy-“ “Get to the point.” “…side of you. Go along, and I promise you’ll go from being known as the prissy golden boy to the man everyone wants to be. And who knows, you’ll get so popular top companies and businesses will be begging you to join their team.” You notice the gears shifting in his head, hearing out your words and it seems as if he likes what he hears.

“No Im sorry.” Groaning you stomp your foot as you seem to become desperate for his help. “Oh just do it!” “No!” “Why not? Are you really that morally superior to everyone that you can’t even go along with some white lie?” “White lie? Y/n do you know what can happen to me if your parents found out about this so called rumor? Besides I have people I need to consider.”

“Yeah like who?” He goes to answer but closes his mouth at the last second, whoever he was about to say he changed his mind in outing them. Instead he sighs frustratedly and shakes his head. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you, now can you please just tell everyone the truth? Or at least that it’s not true? Please y/n.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you still had a lot in you to argue with him but seeing the tired look on his face you felt almost bad to even think about forcing him into this situation. So with a disgruntle you nod your head. “Alright fine.”

By the next day, the usual qna about your current relations with Mark quickly engulfed you. Your group of friends sitting on a table bench as they gossip about the latest news. As you near them, they are quick to wave their hands at you to come quick. “What’s up?” “Y/n you whore!” They gawk at you with grins on their faces. “I didn’t think you were such a dare devil!” Slightly lost you stand in front of the bench as you watch them all begin to speak over one another with laughs and excitement written all over their faces. “What do you mean?” “Oh please!” You feel Ten who sat closest to you lightly shove you. “Don’t play dumb with us. So how did she react?” “How did who react?” “Maru your biggest enemy duh?”

Now truly you were left utterly confused. You hadn’t heard that name in forever. Maru and you hadn’t really gotten on well given the two of you always fought the title of the most popular girl in school. Just by that, the school always pinned the two of you against each other and while you did try to befriend her. Many bored lowlifes spread false rumors of you trash talking her and she bought it and since then has tried to make your life a living hell. Since you graduated you hadn’t heard from her and even assumed she left the country, you never bothered to keep up with the latest news of her which is why it’s so shocking to you as to how she’s suddenly coming up in conversation again. Your friends could see the look of confusion and it’s when it’s dawned on them that you had in fact not known about the truth.

“Oh hun, do you not know?” “Know about what?”

“About Maru and Mark?” What? When you don’t respond back, they’re about to explain when suddenly there’s a loud shout. “You bitch!” Turning around and seeing the crazed look on none other than your arch nemesis herself, you notice how fast she was making her way over to you. Swinging her hand and goes to slap you, luckily your friends had been quick to intervene. Still frozen in your spot, like a deer caught in headlights you watch as her hysteria was beginning to gain the attention of the other students around campus. “You’re that damn pathetic that the only way to one up me was to sleep with my boyfriend?” Boyfriend? “Relax pimples.” Ten tells her as he forced her back. “That was one time!” She yells at him before turning her attention back to you. “You’re a damn slut! And unless you want the entire world to know that I suggest you stay the hell away from my man!”

Shoving them off her, she brushes herself off and storms off. You couldn’t help but feel humiliated, angered that she came and told you off. To walk off as if she won that argument? To have the whole campus to stare at you with some sort of judgment as if they know you? Who the hell does she think she is?

“Well I guess we’re even then!” This causes her to freeze. “What did you just say?” Scoffing, you shake your head and eye her. “Did you really think I wasn’t aware of you hooking up with Jeno while we were dating? Or how you flung yourself like a needy bitch to Jaemin when we were seeing each other?” Whispers and ooh’s can be heard, face heating up with embarrassment as she didn’t expect for you to have known. “I get it, it’s too hard to compete with me so you settle with my scraps. No need to be ashamed.” Hands in fists, you were sure to almost see some smoke coming out of her ears. “It seems almost fair if I repay you back.” Scoffing she bites the inside of her cheek. “No.”

Digging in her pocket, her hand is in there for some time before she pulls it out. “See that’s where you go wrong because even when you tried to take my man you still failed.” Showing you her hand, your smirk falls to see the shiny diamond ring glimmer on her finger. “Expect an Insta post of our wedding soon.” She grins before walking off. Upon seeing the ring you couldn’t deny you felt your heart drop. Not only was Mark dating someone, your arch nemesis at that but he was getting married? Does she know exactly what your situation with him is? If so then your toast, but as she walks off and your friends come to comfort you, you mute the world around you. You could only think of that damn ring on her finger. She’s engaged to Mark.

The Mark you’ve grown so closed to in the last few months.

The same boy you couldn’t handle being in the same vicinity with and never even once saw as your type.

The same boy you gradually began to grow feelings for. Mark is engaged with Maru, your Mark.

Oh hell no.

Mark was quick to apologize when you told him about your encounter with his fiancée. “I had no idea she’d do such a thing.” “I would’ve had I known…” you grumble. “Did she hurt you?” He asks and gets closer to inspect your face. Feeling yourself getting hot again by the proximity you shake your head and move away from him. “I’m fine, just shocked it’s all. Never pegged you to be the dating kinda guy given how serious you are about your work life. And when she flashed me that large Diamond in my face, wow.” You couldn’t help but feel jealous about the whole ordeal. You tried to not let it be known, but the frown on your face, the wrinkles on your forehead and the serious expression on your face also lets not forget the fact that you refuse to even look him in the eyes was making it impossible to not raise some suspicion.

But at least Mark hadn’t noticed. “Yeah…I tried to keep my private life, private.” Nodding you pursed your lips and take a sip of the freshly made lemonade Mark had prepared. “Look if it makes you feel any better she doesn’t know about…us.” “Us?” You say slightly coughing on the lemonade. “Yeah how I babysit you and all. She just knows I look after ‘some kids’.” Nodding you set down the glass and make your way over to him. “Good, it’d be a bit unfortunate if she saw those pictures of us.” “Pictures?” Humming, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Arms at his sides as he gulps nervously. “It would crush her to see how coupley we look together.” You can hear how he slightly holds his breath when your face leans in. “Especially when we walked out of that bathroom, remember how you looked?” Walking off and leaving him hot and flustered you make your way to your bedroom thinking of the ways you can make that boy yours.

Mark was in fact a guy with high morals. One of them being faithful to his fiancée. Since you heard about the unfortunate news, you’ve been coming onto him a lot more strongly. So much that Mark can’t even be in the same room as you without getting flustered. Face turns red the second he catches sight of you. He has tried to be respectful and put his distance but you seem to always come back. And when he finally sat you down to speak to you formally about the situation he made it clear, that he only had eyes for Maru. And boy did that piss you off.

“You must really love her.” You dare say, teeth gritting and hands digging into the stool cushion underneath you. “I really do, i mean yeah we haven’t been dating for long but I do think there’s chemistry.” “How long have you two been going out?” “Two months.” Oh? If there was one thing you knew about Maru was that much like you, commitment gave her the ultimate ick. And if she were to settle, it’s because she truly has fallen for that boy. To hear they’ve only been together for two months and now engaged? There was a motive and you felt as if you knew exactly what that was. “Mark do you have some sort of trust fund from your parents?” Taken by surprise by the sudden question, “Uh…my grandparents left me all of their fortune to me if that’s what you mean? But I can’t get into it until I’ve gotten married.”

“Uh huh yeah and uh when you proposed…would you per say have been persuaded to propose?” “What do you mean?” Shrugging you stand up from your stool and slowly make your way over to him. “Oh I don’t know, like have you been given hints by your fiancée that she wanted to get married. Probably talked about how soon she’d like to be a young bride, or even…” running a finger up his bicep, goosebumps appear on his skin. Standing just behind him, “was told by Maru herself, that she’d like for you two to get married?” After a moment of silence he speaks up, “Uh yeah, she did. Why? Do you think-“ “Oh no of course not! If you say she loves you and you love her I have no reason to doubt.” You wave him off but you see the concern on his face. “Don’t worry Mark she would never go for your money I mean she is rich herself.” He nods and laughs, “Well yeah that is true.” “Right so relax!” Hearing the loud feet patter coming from upstairs was an indication for Mark to go check up on the young boy. Watching him excuse himself and climb up the stairs, you take out your phone you have managed to sneak out of your parents drawers.

“Guess it’s time to do some digging..”

Mark didn’t expect to spend yet another Friday the exact same way as he did the first week he began working for your family. To have to call the neighbors and see if they can look after your brothers as he busied himself running after you who has run off to some party. Only this time he caught you right outside the lawn of the large house. “Oh good you’re here!” “C’mon let’s go home I left your brothers at-“ Not expecting for you to have grabbed his hand and proceed to drag him inside, he tries to plant his feet on the ground but you were freakishly strong by the way you dragged him. “Y/n-“ “You’re so tensed, have some fun will ya?” “I don’t know if you realize but I’m currently on the job.” Rolling your eyes, you grab a cup and fill it with fruit punch that was in a large clear bowl. “Here it’ll help you relax.” Taking it, he eyes it and looks down at you. “Does this contain alcohol?” “Oh my god, don’t tell me you don’t drink.” You huff, scoffing he shakes his head. “Yes I do.” “Prove it then. Drink.” Looking down at the weird purple vibrant liquid, he looks over to you and noticing more people had gathered to watch him drink. And when he finally does bring it to his mouth and sip, he hears the kitchen immediately erupt in cheers. Feeling hands patting his back and some on his shoulder as they congratulate him for not being such a stuck up.

Wincing at the hard sting at the back of his throat, he’s given no time when suddenly he’s being dragged to play some games. Heard quick to look for you only to see you had been right behind him with a smirk on your face. Before he can object, you pull him down by the neck and whisper in his ear. “Just enjoy it.” But to everyone it seemed like the two of you were getting touchy. “For me?” You bat your eyes at him. With a grunt of disapproval he agrees reluctantly. But soon, it would all become too chaotic for him. Before he’d know it, it would no longer just be any regular ole beer pong but instead comes with dares. Such as body shots. “Body shots?” He asks with furrowed brows. His eyes slowly widening when it dawns on him as soon as women try to undress themselves. “Uh…y/n!” But you had been too busy taking shots of your own. “C’mon man pick which girl you’d like to take body shots with!” One jock shouts through the loud music. Looking around and feeling crowded as they keep coming onto them with seductive looks and breasts purposefully pushed higher for him to see, he backs up until finally he hurriedly gets away from them and takes a hold of you.

In the midst of taking yet another shot of tequila, Mark takes it out of your hands. Groaning, you’re about to scold him and remind him he was meant to be having fun. Never once expecting for him to prop you on the table with him in between your legs. “What is happening?” He sends you a soft smile and a sorry look. “It’s a dare?” Shrugging, you take off your shirt. Ignoring the screams as more phones are brought out and begin to snap pictures of the two of you, others recording. “Then you better make it worth my while.” And soon, a lemon and shot of vodka. He’s focused on licking all the way up from your stomach to your breasts. The feeling of his warm wet tongue had you feeling all funny and tingling. A very familiar feeling that you can’t mistaken it for anything other than hormones. More cheers are heard, words of encouragement as they chanted Mark’s name. Throwing your head back when you feel him lightly rub against you during his attempt at sucking all of the lemon off you. It wasn’t until he pulls away, hair slightly disheveled and eyes boring into yours do you feel the suffocating tension ridden between you two. His arms on either side of you, you didn’t know what came over you.

But you didn’t care, hands quickly cupping his face. You pull him close and kiss him hungrily. You were sure you saw phones flashing even when your eyes were closed. But what you hadn’t expect was for Mark to kiss you back. You weren’t really sure if it was because of the alcohol or if he had truly been kissing you because he wanted to. But a part of you was too horny to care. As soon enough, the two of you had been shoved into the nearest closet. Mouth back against one another, your fingers in his hair. Tugging his head back ever so slightly that caused rumbles to erupt from his throat. Legs wrapped around his waist as he held you up. Moaning when his hands squeezed your ass. But soon Mark pulls away, “m’no y/n this is wrong.” He sighs and rests his forehead against yours. Setting you down, his hands go to your waist. About to move you away from him but you only keep your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “What is it that she has that I don’t?” Shaking his head, “That’s not it-“ “Then what is? Tell me you don’t want me Mark.”

You push him up against the wall. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me the same way I have been thinking about you.” “Y/n please.” Caressing a finger over his cheek, you notice him close his eyes and slightly lean into your touch. “Tell me.” A small whine leaves his mouth when your hand roams down and palms his now tight jeans. A large tent forming in his pants, “Tell me Mark.” He shakes his head, “I can’t...” he breathes out, you press soft kisses to his cheek, holding back a smile when you notice he was leaning further more into your touch. “I’m yours Mark.” Whatever little control Mark had left in him had vanished.

Despite the loud music, your mixed moans and grunts could be heard perfectly clear outside, it didn’t help your case that loud banging sounds can be heard emitting from the very small closet room the two of you were currently in. If anyone was keeping count, and they were. The two of you were in there for hours. At some point they wondered if you’ve fallen asleep. But when the two of you had finally gotten out, a tired looking Mark clinging onto you as you held him on one arm and your heels along with his belt in the other it was obvious what had gone on in there.

Your brothers slept over at the neighbors house for the night. Luckily they had kids they got along with and your parents as busy as they could ever be. Wouldn’t be home for another month. Mark hadn’t gone home that night and instead crashed on the sofa with you. Both too exhausted to go upstairs. And by the time the morning came, Mark would wake up with his arms around you, marks and hickies all over his body, scratches on his back and full blown panic attack at the memory of last nights shenanigans.

Mark didn’t want to remember that night. It was a mistake, he made a mistake. It should have never happened and yet when he woke up the morning after with you in his arms he couldn’t help but feel that pathetic flutters abrupt in his stomach. God he felt pathetic. At first he tried to ignore you, avoid you at all times but it was killing him to stay away from you. And when you made it impossible to get around you, Mark had no choice but to confront the elephant in the room. He was meant to say that last night was a mistake. That he was sorry given the two of you had been drinking and no decision was made with a clear head but as he sat the two of you on the couch, his eyes couldn’t help but wander to your neck where the hickies he left on your skin was still very much prominent. He had lost all train of thought and leaned in to smash his lips on top of yours. “Fuck Mark did I take your virginity?” At the realization, he turns red. “Yeah guess you did.” Feeling bad, you pull from him, “Let me make it up to you.” “Y/n-“ “Shh, just enjoy it.” Boys currently with the neighbors as they were invited for a day to the amusement park, you had the entire house to yourselves.

On your knees, you unbutton his jeans. He helps you pull them down along with his briefs and when you do, he slightly hisses at the cool air hitting his veiny cock. His chest beginning to heave with every heavy breath he takes. And when you take a long lick from the base to his tip he can’t help but throw his head back. It feels pathetic to admit he’s fallen putty for you, but when you continue to take long stripes. Puckering your lips as you kitten lick his tip and look up at him with those bright eyes of yours he felt filthy to think of wanting to add tears to those beautiful eyes of yours. Large hands caressing your face until they get a hold of your hair. For someone so inexperienced it seems as if he knew exactly what to do. His groans get louder when you start to deep throat him, pulling away to spit on his tip only to go back down on him. He felt embarrassed by how close he was already getting. The way his thigh clenched and he bucks up into your mouth. This causes you to bob your head, wanting to take all of him. To gag on him and when you do, you want him to hear how well you’re taking his cock.

“Fuck y/n!” He grunts, holding your hair up as you focus on making come in your mouth. Fondling his balls that only has raising his grunts. “Come for me.” You manage to say for the split second you remove yourself off him. Leaning down to suck his base, jerking him off, his hold on your hair tightens. Pressing kisses to his red mushroom tip, you wrap your lips around him. Continue to jerk while doing so, “Want it in my mouth.” “Shit I’m close!” Mouth agape as he then starts to shoot his load down your throat. Warm thick liquid, salty and you waste no time swallowing. Eyes never leaving his as you clean up his mouth. “Good boy.” You wink at him, loving how pink his cheeks have gotten. “Y/n…”

Pressing a finger up against his lips, you rest yourself on his lap. “Didn’t I tell you to enjoy it?” A soft whimper is heard from him as you begin to discard your clothes. Grabbing his hand and pulling it down to your panties, soiled. “This is all yours.” Softly moaning when you feel start rubbing your clothed pussy. “You want me?” He nods, “Tell me how much you want me.” “So much, I need you y/n.” “Yeah?” He hums. Moving your panties to the side, you press a soft kiss to his lips. “Take me Markie.” Shoving his fingers in you, Mark groans by how tight your walls were wrapped around him. His dick sensitive and with the way you start to grind on him it takes no time to get hard again. Flipping you on your back, he kisses you hungrily. Fingers gaining in speed, thrusting harder into your sopping cunt. He’s enraptured by you, enamored by your beauty, your blissful state and to make you come for him that he fails to realize his phone had been blowing up with text messages and phone calls.

You knew it was only a matter of time before those pictures and videos surfaced all over the web and Maru would see them. Angered that her supposed fiancé had once again been hooking up with you, that you didn’t listen to her threats. She was blowing up his phone to explain himself, as someone who dare says he’s faithful she’d like to know what he has to say for himself. But by his lack of presence to even answer his phone she wondered if he still was with you. Boy was she right.

In a matter of minutes the large house echoed your moans and Mark’s grunts. A mix of skin clapping and the sounds of your essence squelching with every hard thrust. Mark balls deep in you, a leg over his shoulder as he focused his sight on the connection between you two. Pupils filled with lust the more he watched how well your pussy took his cock, how tight your walls kept him inside you. He felt his tip rub up against your gummy walls, to see the small bulge on your abdomen the faster he fucked you. His hair sticking to his forehead as more sweat formed. Unfortunately your state of pure bliss would come to a sudden halt when there’s rough banging at the front door, followed by a very angry voice. “Mark! Get out here right now!”

“Maru?”

Immediately removing himself from you, you groan when you lose his warmth. Watching as he hurriedly dressed himself as the pounding on the door got louder. “Mark Lee!” “How did she know where I was?” He says panicked, sitting up almost boredly. You began to dress yourself albeit a bit more slower than Mark. “She’s psycho, like any maniac they stalk and track. How else did she find you?” You weren’t being sarcastic but to Mark, he liked to think so. In a desperate attempt to make himself look more casual, it was no use. His heavy breaths, flushed face, fluffed hair, marks on his skin and swollen lips all were a clear indication of exactly what Mark didn’t want Maru to know happened. So the second he opened the door and tried to casually greet her, Maru didn’t buy it. Rudely pushing right past him and made her way inside where she’d come in contact with you. Had barely begun putting on your top she had caught sight of all the red and purple bruises her fiancé had left all over you. “You’re dead!” Making her way over to you, Mark is able to grab her before she lays a finger on you. “I KNEW IT!” Her legs thrashed as Mark had her picked up and moved on the other side of the living room.

“Maru please-“ A loud slap resonates throughout the house, “How could you?!” Taking a step forward, Mark extends his arm out to stop you. “I’m sorry.” He answers guiltily and eyes on the ground. “You damn right!” She lets out a fake laugh, “Who would’ve thought I’d find you here at her house. To find out you WORK for her no scratch that, you…babysit her.” She snorts. Eyes turn to lock onto yours, “I warned you…”

The following week was an absolute hell. Maru had in fact kept her word and after learning the truth she made sure everyone heard it as well. The news broke like hell fire, by the end of the night the entire town and others have heard about it. Your parents found out and were furious given it was all their coworkers can talk about. Having to cut the business trip early, and their first words once they had walked through the doors was that Mark was fired.

It broke you, you didn’t want him to leave and even pleaded for them to not be so harsh but they wouldn’t hear it. Your poor brothers didn’t understand what was going on and were just commanded to go to their rooms. Mark didn’t argue nor fight and accepted it. “I’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” Since the news about his infidelity, Mark felt utterly dejected. Many gossiped, shocked to hear the golden boy had done such a thing. And although for the most part many still treated him no differently, Mark still felt as if he lost all the respect he worked so hard to gain. To see how quick he was to accept his departure from the family was something you couldn’t handle. Running to catch him just as he’s about to enter his car, begging him to stay. “Y/n i told you this was a mistake.”

“No Mark it’s not-“ “Yes it is. I’m sorry if I made you believe that there could ever be anything between us…” he shakes his head along with a defeated sigh. “But I think it’s best if we go our separate ways. To never contact each other again.” You hadn’t noticed you had begun to tear up, to really think the boy in front of you had you feeling so strongly about him. But when you tried to grab his hand and he pulled away, shaking his head and a small no that leaves his mouth boy did that stab you straight into your chest. “Goodbye y/n.” “Please Mark, why are you going back to her? She doesn’t love you.” “Y/n please don’t do this-“ “Why not?! Mark she’s using you for your inheritance money!” Something in him snapped, ice cold eyes stare you down as his frown turns to a scowl. “How can you accuse her of such thing after what we did to her? To stoop so low?” He eyes you, no longer understanding the girl he’d grown so close to over the last few months. “Mark-“ “I’m trying to save my relationship with her, if you cared about me so much you’d allowed me to be happy.” And with that he gets inside his car and drive off.

Your college didn’t waste time to make your drama the latest news, it was even worse when word got out that Mark had dropped out of school. You noticed the stares and the whispers. Those who were bold enough to mention how you were babysat by the ‘golden loser’ as they liked to say but were quickly silent when you cursed them out. Your friends had stayed by your side though, and even took the liberty to throw anything nearest to them to anyone who even dared glance your way. “I cant believe she really outed you like that,” Ten scoffs. “You’re not gonna let her get away with this right?” You managed to shrug in response, have lost much needed sleep. “You better y/n, we all know Mark isn’t her type. She’s definitely using him for his money.” Another friend of yours says. “Exactly I heard her on the phone one time, admitted the whole thing.”

“What?”

“Yup, wish I got that on tape-“ “That’s it.” Your friend send each other looks. “I know what to do.” “Really?” “I’ll need your help though.” With chesire smiles and sly grins they lean in to hear what you had to say. “We’re all ears.”

Mark had managed to land a job with one of the country’s most top companies. Since the scandal, Mark had succumbed to his parents help and got the job through them. And now, as part of the company’s committee, with his own office and personal assistants whatever free time he once had was gone. This meant no more hobbies, no more charity events and no more school. Maru has been keeping him on a tight leash, calls and texts tens of times each hour and expects for him to answer each and every one of them. Regularly visits him during his lunch breaks and expects him home no longer after thirty minutes of him clocking out. Mark had finally succumbed to a life of every sad average middle aged man who has ever lived. A confined life. But he tries to make amends with it, he reminds himself of what he did and it was only fair if he wanted his relationship and future marriage to work. But as the weeks goes on, it soon turns into months and his energy battery was heavily drained.

Stress levels at an all time high, he’s never drank so many cups of coffee and popped so many energy pills. A deadline was nearing and he was running behind on reviewing some paper work. He had been stuck in his office for hours without break, he’s sure to fall apart any second. “Sir, you have someone for you.” He hears his assistant say over the speaker phone. “Please tell my girlfriend I’m busy.” After a few moments, they were knocking on the door. With a soft sigh, Mark sets his paperwork on the table and goes to stand when the door opens. Shocked to see it was in fact not his girlfriend. “Y/n?” Closing the door behind you, he doesn’t hear the sound of a click. “What are you doing here? How did you-“ “Relax, I came to stop by it’s all.” Clearing his throat, Mark fixes his tie and sits. Motioning his hand for you to do the same. “Well say what you need to say I have a lot of work-“ “My brothers miss you.” He frowns sadly.

Hearing ruffling, he looks over to see you taking something out of your purse. “They told me to give you these.” There in hand were nothing but tons of drawings all of which included him in their family portraits. “They keep wondering when you’ll be back. Iseul misses his favorite coach.” Mark looks thoroughly through all the drawings, almost forgetting where he was currently at and with who. “Yeah well…we all gotta move on.” He clears his throat again and sets the pictures aside. Going to pick up his paperwork again, he stops when he feels you rest your hand on top of his. “What if I don’t wanna move on.” “Y/n…”

A loud screech from the chair is heard when you abruptly stand. Walking around his desk only to stand directly in front of him. “Don’t tell me you’ve moved on from me.” You turn his chair to face you. “I’m engaged.” “So.” “So?” Eyes slightly widening when you proceed to sit on his lap. “That shouldn’t stop you from figuring out who you really wanna be with.” “And you know who I want to be with?” “My birthday was last week.” “Happy belated birthday…” chuckling, you proceed to run your hand through his hair. “Mark, did you really think I wouldn’t figure out it was you who sent me that dress?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“The black dress. You sent me it as a birthday gift after you failed to get the stain out of my old one.” Shaking his head, he tries his hardest to avoid eyes with you. But you can see how flushed he’s getting. “C’mon baby..” you press a soft chaste kiss to his cheek. “I can make you the happiest man. Don’t tell me you enjoy working here.” He shrugs, “It’s not too bad.” “Then explain the eye bags.” Stopping your hand from touching his bags, he sighs. Before he can speak, his phone is being bombarded with text messages again. All of which were from Maru demanding his whereabouts. “Really? You enjoy being in a relationship with her?” “Look if you’re only here to change my mind then it’s not going to work-“. Mark goes to stand, to get you off his lap but you stop him. Holding his face in your hands as you murmur into his ear. “I’m not here to change your mind.” Another light kiss is pressed on his neck that sent the little hairs on his neck to stand. “I’m here to remind you how well we are for each other.” With no time to respond you press your lips up against his. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you. He missed seeing you, to spend his time with you even when you stressed him out. It was always an adventure with you, so to have you in front of him and kissing him. He admits he’s a coward to not being able to follow through with his promises, how can he push you away when you’re exactly what he needs after days of relentless stress?

He hadn’t noticed he was kissing you roughly, passionately. Leaning further and further into your lips until he has you laying flat out on his desk. His hands busying themselves and unbuttoning your oversized shirt that he hadn’t realize was his that he left back at your house. Butterfly kisses down to your abdomen until he comes face to face with your jeans that he wastes no time ripping them off. Spreading your legs apart and seeing you were wearing a pair of red lacy panties that left little to the imagination. “Want your tongue Markie.” Mark’s lustful stare wasted no time in ripping them off you and leaning right in.

The marble floors resonate the sounds of the hard clicking of heels. The man at the reception goes unheard as Maru heads her way over to the elevator. She had visited many times before, and she knows exactly where her fiancé resides at. He knew better to answer her and yet he still had the audacity to disobey her orders. With every floor the elevator gets, a chime goes off. Maru waits impatiently, foot tapping as she stares for it to reach the highest floor. On the other end, Mark’s office begins to get louder with every lick you receive from him. Large hands grip your legs apart as he focuses on getting his full. Sucking your nub and licking figure eights on your cunt. Tongue prodding your hole and even rubs your clit with his fingers. He loves how loud you were getting for him. How your chest rose with every deep breath and tits perky and practically begging for him to fuck. Your grip on the desk hadn’t seized and your head had been thrown back and eyes shut as you relished in the pleasure he was bringing you. “Fuck Mark, feels so good!” You run a hand through his hair, grip tightening while he makes no intent to detach himself from you.

Maru had finally managed to make it to the top floor. Her heels clicking was familiar to everyone on the floor, immediately understanding who had arrived. “My fiancé.” Maru plainly tells his secretary. Her intense stare was enough for the poor secretary to silently nod and call for him.

“Mr. Lee your fiancée is here to see you.”

“Shit!” Mark swears as he pulls away from you. Grunting at yet another interruption from her, you sit up and hold him still. “Relax, not a word about my presence. Get rid of her quickly.” “Huh?” Pulling the two of you down, he sits on his chair while you hid underneath his desk. And in the very moment the door to his office is opened abruptly. “Oh Maru!” He squeaks. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?” “I’m sorry, I’m just so caught up with work.” “Uh huh…” she inspects the room for any signs of you. “Was there something important that you needed from me?” She shakes her head, “When are you coming home.” “Just as soon as I file these. It shouldn’t take any more than an hour-OW, two! Two hours.” Maru furrows her brows at him, “Are you okay? You’re acting odd.” “Haha no just stubbed my toe.”

Under the table where Maru fails to see you had begun to undo his pants. Down to his thighs and enough to free his cock. Red angry tip that you waste no time shoving in your mouth. “Mark-“ suddenly getting a call, Maru checks her phone. Her facial expression changes at the contact and sends Mark one last look. “Alright I’ll see you back home in a few hours.” She says before walking out and speaks to whoever had been calling her. Mark lets out a sigh of relief as he looks down at you. “Are you trying to be the death of me?” You merely send him a wink before you go back to focusing on sucking him off. The memory of his fiancée immediately washing away from Mark’s mind as his focus is now entirely on you.

It reeked of sex, music played softly in the background as the curtains darkened the room. Lit candles and rose petals everywhere made it all the more romantic. Much to Mark’s whole claim about being faithful and what not, it didn’t take much for you to break his walls. Every night since visiting his office the two of you have been sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. Going on secret dates where like now, it ends with the two of you fucking each other’s brains out. Sexting became a norm and ditching friends and family occurred a lot more often. Now where you currently lie, in the arms of the man you love with bed hair and a tired look on his face, you massage his scalp. Slowly lulling him to sleep but he tried to stay up despite how relax you made him feel. Snuggling in between your breasts merely responding to you with a hum. “Mark?” He hums once more, “Did you hear me?”

Pulling away, Mark whines and tugs you closer to him. The bed automatically felt cold without your warmth, not only that but you were currently cock warming him and he didn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon. One move and he worries he’ll get hard again and after hours of fucking yourselves stupid he knows he’s not strong enough to go again. “Your wedding is tomorrow.” You state, there’s a silence before you hear a small sad sigh. Mark had known the time was ticking before he’s officially become Maru’s spouse. At this very moment he’s supposed to be at his rehearsal dinner, he was in fact there for a bit. But after seeing his friends and family come up to him, congratulating him for finally about to tie the knot. To see her family tell him he better treat her right, and when they’ll have their first child blah blah blah. He knew he needed to get the hell out of there for fresh air, heart thumping and head pounding and the only thought in his mind was you. So without any doubt, he phoned you and with a simple, ‘I need you’ you were there.

Now in your bedroom, rest of the family out for dinner while you were given no other choice but to stay given you’re still grounded. You chose to entertain yourself with your lover in bed. At least that’s what he is to you. Unlike Mark - who has been trying to ignore the fact that he’s getting married. That’s all you could think about, you can’t see yourself without him. You can barely stand not seeing him for over eight hours. Can you honestly say you can see Mark marry someone else, your enemy at that and be okay with that? Absolutely not. “I said leave her.” Now this broke him out of his tired state, head lifted from your boobs he stares into your eyes. “What?” “You heard me Mark.” There’s a moment of silence, and when you see him make the same look that says he’s about to disagree you cut him off.

“You don’t love her Mark.” “I know but-“ “But what?!” You were starting to get irritated, how can he possibly still want to marry her? There’s nothing she can offer him, nothing in her he truly fell in love with. Not in the way he fell for you. He’s never said it out loud, but you don’t need him to. On the days you visit him at your office he treats you more like his partner than he does when Maru visits. And word around the lobby, Mark seems a lot less stress when you’re around but then again they don’t know what goes on his office when you visit but they have speculations. “You love me Mark, not her.” Shifting to sit on his lap, like magnets his hands move to your hips to steady you. Your acrylic nails placed at his scratched up chest as a low grunt rolls off his tongue when you lower yourself on his now hardening cock. “I’m the one that makes you feel good..” leaning to press sweet kisses on his chest. Trailing their way up to his neck, “I’m the one that listens to your problems…” you can hear him take a large gulp, Adam’s apple prominent when he does so. “The one who I prioritize…” and lastly a deep passionate kiss to his swollen lips. Pulling him and slightly smirking when you notice he chased after your lips for more. “I love you for you…not like her who only sees you as a pawn in her game.”

With scrunched brows, he looks at you. “What do you mean?” Sighing, you get off him. He groans at the sensitivity and when had gotten off the bed he took it as opportunity to prop himself up against the bed frame. He watched as you walked over to your desk, pulling the drawer and out you grabbed a folder, setting it on his lap. “My friends caught sight of her not too long ago.” He opens in and he couldn’t believe what he saw. “Brandon Young, She’s been secretly dating him for about three years. Ring any bells?” It sure did, Brandon Young twenty five and just recently promoted to his department. Currently working on his floor and is secretary to one of Mark’s business partners. “Brandon?” “Flip the page.” He does.

There were more pictures. Of Mark leaving his shared apartment with Maru and some of an unknown car pulling in only five minutes after his departure. Out comes the very man and on the last few photos were of Maru getting out of the apartment and greeting him with a heated make out session. A voice interrupts Mark’s shock, looking up and seeing you had your phone in hand. It was Maru’s voice, she sounded as if she was speaking to someone.

‘Patience babe, I told you soon as I get his inheritance money the both of us will go on our promised vacation to Spain. Trust me, he’s too dumb and naive to suspect anything, he hasn’t even noticed we’ve been having sex under the same roof as him.’ A giggle is heard, ‘Still can’t believe he thought I was actually in the bathroom for 45 minutes doing my makeup. Thank god his boss was talking his ear off for him to even notice you sneaking in the bathroom after me.’ The recording ends.

Mark was quiet, stuck in his thoughts and although you couldn’t read his mind his face said it all. He felt betrayed and played like a fool. To think he felt so shitty to be doing this to her when all along she’s done it to him way before he’s ever worked for your family. And worse, using him for his money. He felt your hands cup his face, turning his head to look at you. “We can be together Mark, it’s not too late. We can live a perfect life together one where we’ll be happy forever. We’ll move away, far away from here and get married. Start a family and love each other endlessly, don’t you want that?” He stares deep into your eyes, he doesn’t say anything. And before you can add on to that, he leans in and catches you by surprise. Grabbing and tossing you onto the bed, hovering above you. “I want it baby.” He tells you after he detaches himself from your lips. Previously he only wanted to stay engaged with Maru for the lack of loyalty he had for her. He hoped that by marrying her, it’d make him less guilty of what he’d done. But he doesn’t feel that anymore, not when he knows there’s no reason to hold back from loving you freely.

“Lets run away together.” He mumbles, forehead rests on top of yours. “Just you and me, forget about everyone.” You to try hold back the grin, giddy to know you finally had him. In love and just as equally obsessed with you. “Tonight, let’s go tonight.” He whispers in your ear as he leaves kisses all over your marked skin. You agree, humming pleasantly when he nips at your sweet spot. “Tonight.” You feel his hands begin to roam all over your skin until they find your perky tits. “Horny again?” You tease, “Can’t help it you’re irresistible.” He murmurs, “I’m not complaining.” You press a peck on his nose. Pressing one last kiss on your lips before he turns you around, pressing your face on your pillow. Moaning you begin to feel his tip rub up against your clit.

One more quick fuck wouldn’t hurt before running off together.

Heels tapped angrily on the marble floor. A stressed out bride pacing back and forth as her bridesmaids try to settle her nerves. “He won’t pick up!” She yells, her mother going to rest her hands on her shoulder only to get brushed off coldly. “He was no where to be seen last night! I swear if he has off with that tramp!” “Nonsense Maru!” Her maid of honor shushes her up, fixing her hair and checking her makeup. “You made it clear you didn’t want him near her and he hasn’t broken that promise. I’m sure he had something come up don’t worry.” Taking a deep breath, she nods. Forcing on a plastic smile, “You’re right…you’re right, he would never do something such as leave me at the alter. That’s definitely not something Mark would do.”

Outside, chairs all facing the alter. Officiant checking his watch for the umpteenth time as guests are slowly becoming bored. The heat didn’t make anything better and now they along with the servants had to endure wearing a very expensive attire that’s now getting covered in their sweat. From behind them, they fail to notice the approaching figure until they walked right by them. In a basket, out they tossed what anyone would assume to be flower petals but this wasn’t the case. Instead, copies of the very same photos Mark saw were being tossed on the floor. Some flew over guest’s head, with widened eyes and shocked gasps they pick up the photos of the bride very clearly cheating on the groom with as at this point everyone knew to be one of the best men.

Dates at the corner to show just how far back the cheating had been going on for. In the black dress Mark bought for your birthday, you made your way to the stage. Taking the mic away from the officiant and turning to face the crowd, tapping on the mic as the noise resonated off the speakers. Clearing your throat, you smiled at the crowd. “Evening ladies and gentlemen. Today, I come baring bad news.” From inside, your voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone including the bride herself.

“The groom couldn’t make it as he is currently on his way to the airport.” The crowd erupts in gasps, all whispering amongst themselves. “As devastated any one would be in his situation, he chose to go on with his life and has decided to walk a different path. One where he won’t get married to a cheating, manipulative gold digger like Maru Kim.” Running out of the building, both groomsmen and bridesmaids right behind her. A look of horror is set on her face, “You’re lying!” She shouts immediately gaining the attention of the crowd. Gasping when she catches sight of them holding the pictures of her and Brandon. Turning over and seeing he turned his head to avoid confrontation. Clearly embarrassed by all the judgmental looks he was getting.

“That doesn’t prove anything! So what if we dated? That was long ago and we’re not dating anymore and I’ll be damned if I let some skank like you ruin my wedding!” Shrugging, you nod. “You’re right…the pictures aren’t enough proof. So shall we see some more?” Turning around, you move off to the side. A large projector screen which was meant to show pictures of the then husband and wife’s most ‘happiest’ memories. But as it turns on, it shows quite the contrary. On camera reveals Maru and Brandon on dates together, some where they kiss and others where they cuddle. Then it pans to a moment in which Mark calls her, ‘No yeah I’ll be home soon don’t worry.’ She speaks to him while Brandon busied himself in kissing her neck. A grin on her face and tries to push him away only to get pulled back in.

And lastly, the audio Mark heard. Everyone’s baffled and utterly disgusted. Turning to stare at the bride with a look of judgment. Some beginning to whisper not so lowly about how vile she is. Maru stood in her spot absolutely humiliated, no way can she prove her innocence now. And as she turns to look at Brandon, she knows he wouldn’t say nor do anything to back her up. Turning to her bridesmaids and seeing them only raise their brows at her, all silently criticizing her. Eyes on her mother whom can barely stare at her by how disappointed she is. “Can’t believe she used him for his money.” A voice says loud enough for everyone to hear. Holding up a white paper with writing on it, in bold letters does it say bankruptcy. “Unfortunately mommy and daddy got too cocky with their money and had lost it all isn’t that right?” More gasps, embarrassed her parents look away. “And you thought the only way Maru Kim can stay living the life of luxury is by drying Mark out of his. Brandon over here had been disowned by his own parents and therefore kicked from the family’s wealth. So the two of you decided to take advantage of the poor guy who simply just wanted to achieve his dreams. How sad.” Mark’s parents had been there, angered by this they stand to face her. “How could you!” Mark’s mother yelled. “Don’t yell at my daughter!” Maru’s father responds. “Don’t you raise your voice at my wife!” And like a chain reaction, the entire place erupts in shouts. And it isn’t until you speak into the microphone again do they stop.

“Congratulations Maru for managing to stay engaged up until the wedding day, it’s unfortunate the groom couldn’t attend due to obvious reasons but! Rest assured, he’ll be doing much better from here on out.” The ends of your mouth curl upward, tears boiling to the rim she shouts,

“You’re lying! Guys she’s lying!” But no one was convinced at that. “You just can’t accept the fact that I have something you can’t have, you’re just jealous you can’t be me.” She huffs.

“See that’s where you go wrong, because no matter what you do or…who you do. I’ll always have what’s rightfully mine.” From behind your back, you finally reveal what was wrapped around your finger. Large, white and bright. Definitely a lot more expensive than the one she has and a lot more pleasing to the eyes. The color drains from her face, and soon the others began to piece together how exactly you fit into this whole situation. But that wasn’t the most shocking of it all.

Because not only was it a surprise for everyone at the reception to know Mark is running away. That he’s running away with a new fiancée at his side, the very woman they heard he had a thing with a while back. But to also see that alongside the diamond ring wrapped neatly on your finger, there on your thumb and index fingers held up none other than what’s made out to be a sonogram. A picture of an 18 week old fetus that proved you were currently with Mark’s child. Traced back to the very first time the both of you had sex at the party.

“I guess in the end, you were the one who really failed. Isn’t that right Maru?” Stepping down the stage, you make your way down the walk way. Just about to leave you stand beside the now mascara stained bride, eyes still filled with anger and fists at her sides. Bouquet of flowers now terribly crumbled.

“Expect an Insta post of our wedding soon.”



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