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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Romance On Ice. | LHC | PT 1.

Prologue;; • “Baby you’re playing a dangerous game.” “But I like it, so I’m not complaining.”

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Synopsis;; • Oh Damin is an aspiring skater coming from Canada to Seoul. She joins a team of multiple skaters, Damin will be training with other skaters, however one skater she instantly comes to dislike.

Genre(s);; • Skater Romance Au, Sports Fanfic/Series, Friendship, Fluff, Rivals To Lovers, Smut!!!

Warning(s);; • Smut!! No minors, Strong language, mentions of graphic injuries, alcohol substance use, mentions of mental health, mentions of toxic friends. NSFW List;; Switch Haechan! Oc!Switch!! Whiny/sub haechan/mean top! Haechan, training room seggs..? Semi-public, pinning, trying to dominate each other, teasing, Hyuck is just mean, Damin is also mean— 😭 everyone’s mean. Jealousy mentions, Haechan’s a Jelly boy. Ice Rink smut…— markings, hair pulling, Orgasm Denial— Oral (M + F) receiving, Face Riding and bondage (blindfold too.)

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“Seriously mom I only just arrived in Seoul, you don’t have to call me every five minutes.” Damin would say with a slight change of tone being all nervous, her mother on the other line would come up with many excuses such as: ‘come on you never were in Seoul! You don’t know the place, I do! Let me help you around.’ As if she were there in person.

Damin sighs looking over at the taxi that stops in front of her, the driver helping with the luggage from the busy airport, Damin getting in the car. “Mom sorry I have bad signal—ahhh? You’re cutting off bye bye!” She tells hanging up, sighing. Her mother is really protective.

The driver gets inside the front driver seat, looking at the girl as he turns around. “Are you off to the Seoul NCT Skating Camp?” The driver said up front, Damin nodding. “Yes, I am sir.”

“Where did you come from?” The driver asked, the vehicle stopping at the red lights signalling the road. Damin durning the drive was mainly quiet, unless spoken to. “Canada.” He wows as he taps the stirring wheel. “Wow long way! Are you here for the skating competition in December?”

Damin would nod upfront, she shifts forward speaking in more excitement with tone. “Sir do you perhaps know about the skating upcoming competition and World Cup?” The driver’s voice hissed as if it were obviously the most important thing to know if you’re living in Korea.

“Of course! Everyone who lives in Korea watches the skating program the most. How about when the time comes in December I shall cheer you on?” The driver said, Damin laughing a little. “I’d appreciate the support sir!”

The drive weren’t long till the large central training campus was shown, the taxi driver stops midway, the driver getting out to help Damin with her luggage. They bid goodbye and the girl was now officially alone again, standing in front of a centrepiece building with three floors and a wide static roof design. There was a dorm building to the right side much further away with a car park too.

There is a long gate that closes and opens between the timing 8am to 12am. Damin took some time adjusting and observing her surroundings outside, until she finally walks with the luggage moving next to her.

Entering the building she was welcomed with a stuffy warm energy, the summer heat hitting Damin much more than Canada’s weather that has lots of rain lately there; She felt a person rush to Damin on the right side.

“Oh Damin?” The man approaches,, looking around his early twenties, wearing a light white gym comfy tracksuit, light brown soft silky fluffed hair and tannish skin practically floating with clear smooth canvas without any blemishes. The man shows a toothy grin. Damin bowing her head. “Hello, who are you..?” She softly asks, she most definitely doesn’t know this guy for sure.

“I am Baekhyun, your trainer for the next six months.” He sees the young girl immediately bow in a ninety degree angle, Baekhyun witnessing the many eyes watching the girl and him so he kindly brings Damin to face him. The eccentric girl smiling ear to ear with polite and respect. Byun Baekhyun is known for his astonishing creative skating programs and dances, he himself made a new pathway for the sport when no one took it seriously in the past.

He’s one of the greatest skaters and teachers in Damin’s eyes. “Teacher! I’m your biggest fan and- it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Damin would say again, Baekhyun was most definitely caught off guard now if he wasn’t before. He shyly smiles looking down, “yes yes, now don’t cause me a scene because people are already watching us.” Baekhyun mutters, dragging the young girl away from the people’s eye.

“Anyways, now that we’re somewhere more quiet. How was your flight?” Baekhyun wonders, it was a long flight for sure . Damin remarks very nonchalantly, it was pretty easy when you sleep the entire flight away in a second. “It was alright, I slept the entire thing away.”

“You’re definitely not sleeping tonight then.” Baekhyun adds in with a small banter, Damin nodding admiringly. The two bring themselves to the huge ice rink, Damin wowing at the large rink of ice with multiple skaters on it already moving at such high speed.

Baekhyun saw Damin’s face glow up with happiness and excitement, her eyes forming a large O shape, her mouth gaping at the sight of the new area where the cold temperature is like a second home to her and the skating shoes are like her second true feet . He pats Damin’s back in friendly manner.

“Welcome to your new ice rink. Look to your left there are skating shoes, find your size and put them on. Join the others at the rink, they’re all nice people.” Baekhyun explains forward, he didn’t need to tell the girl twice though because she was five steps ahead, putting on the shoes.

He walks away with a short smile at the eager fresh addition to the new team.

The four skaters huddle in the distance whispering and chattering as they observe the new girl who was focusing on the shoe laces of the skating equipment. Jungwoo was spying the most at the new girl. “You see her? Doesn’t she look so cool?” He asks his friend, Doyoung.

The rabbit man side eyes Jungwoo. “You say that about everyone, Jungwoo.” Doyoung responds with suspicious eyes, Jungwoo scoffing. “Pfttt, so? I bet she’s cool.” The third boy skating forward in the middle, pushing himself in between the two older boys hums cheerfully. “I heard she’s from Canada just like me.” He brags forward.

“Honestly no one asked Mark.” The final boy from afar vaguely spoke out. Causing the huddle to go silent and break into awkwardness. Despite the boys being new to each other, there was this one person who no one really got on with. That person going by the name, Lee Haechan.

Doyoung turns to the boy from afar who loops in the air, skating around the huddle instead of joining them. Doyoung speaking with inviting tone. “What do you think about the new skater?”

“Not much.” Haechan claims with a shrug to his shoulders, skating away soon enough further in the ice rink.

Damin took a deep final breathe as she eyes the ice, the first steps of coming on a new ice rink is like a new feeling of biting into a newly type of food you’ve never tasted. To her, using a new ice rink always has a different vibe. This rink, was exciting and joyful. Once those metallic rails holding the skating shoes hit the ice, her body starts to sway left and right like a sea rocking forth a shore in a quick pace. Damin leaping round smoothly about the wide and large round ice rink like a ball buzzing through.

The three boys in the middle would watch the girl jump midway the ice and land on two feet, swirling like a strawberry in a hot warm bubbly chocolate pool. The new skater did not stop there, because when Jungwoo thought she ended showing off, Damin was doing a front leap backflip, successfully skating forward again on feet, coming to the middle once again.

Jungwoo gasps as his hands clap. “You see what did I tell you! She’s cool!” The white hair boy skates forward leaving Doyoung, the older man following behind Jungwoo. Damin was met with two men approaching with a warm smile.

“Hey! Just wanted to say you’re pretty amazing so far. I’m Kim Jungwoo, Seoul’s fastest skater as of right now.” Jungwoo would tell with his hands upfront, Damin shaking his hand lightly. “Wow you’re the guy from Tv who finished within just a minute and twenty seconds his program.” She gawks, it was such a wide achievement amongst the industry.

She’d turn to the black hair man who reaches forward his hand with a half innocent smile. “Kim Doyoung.”

“Kim doyoung..” Damin would repeat, shaking his hand tightly. “Wait you’re— the guy who performed Havana in japan 2016 and won first place!”Damin awed, she met her idols thanks to this opportunity. She’s not regretting this at all.

Doyoung speaks. “Yeah that’s me! I’m surprised you know a lot.” He greets again before he lets go off the handshake, Damin noticing the other guy coming forth with the most uninterested expression.

Jungwoo sighs. “That boy over there is Lee Haechan.” Damin looking over to the boy looking similar to her age skating, his body was light as a feather as well as elegantly pushing against the air and chunks of ice that flew in the air, his reddish brown hair standing out with the blue-cold colours, he twists about until a little bit of his stomach gets revealed from the oversized black shirt he wore.

Damin admires in silence, he was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing to watch skate. “He’s not the greatest person to speak with, so don’t take it to heart at whatever he says.” Jungwoo explains.

“Isn’t he the one who won golden medals in the winter competitions three times in a row?” Damin ponders between the two men who in unison agree. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s the new rising star who hasn’t been beaten yet.”

“My goal is to win the golden medal this season, i’ll do anything to win.” Damin speaks, the two men wowing in respect to the determination. She will have to beat Haechan though, and he isn’t easy.

“You’ll do anything to win, did you say?” The voice speaks behind them causing the three to flinch and turn around, Jungwoo slipping on the ice landing on his back. Haechan glaring down at the three, especially at the girl. “I’m not planning to lose to a noob.” He’d tell in the most groused voice, looking down at Damin already.

The girl glares back as she skates forward to Haechan, the two figures standing in front each other with the same expression; dislike, glaring daggers and rivalry sparking already. Doyoung and Jungwoo watching from afar, as he got help from the older man to help him stand up. Haechan smirks at the girl with an arrogant smile. “Okay, I accept the competition. Try to beat me in December, because I’m certain you’re going to lose miserably in front of thousands of people.”

Damin sassed immediately as her soft voice hit a nerve within him. “I don’t think i need to try, you almost came last to Na Jaemin last season.”

Doyoung’s mouth literally drops to the ice ground beneath then, Jungwoo flinching at the scariest pissed off expression he’s ever seen Haechan make. She hit the most sensitive insecure spot inside the young boy. Haechan growls a little, about to say something.

But someone finally interrupts. “Alright Skaters huddle here!” Baekhyun shouts, whistling to call them over where he’s skating with his shoes. Haechan glaring down at Damin. “You’re lucky he came out.” he said before sliding away, going to Baekhyun.

Doyoung looks at Damin whispering. “You certainly have war now with Haechan if you didn’t before.” Damin shrugs unbothered, she stated her opinion. She thinks Jaemin should’ve won the golden medal.

“Oh well, what’s he going to do that will make me living here hell?”

Little did she know she’s foreshadowing the future where he will legitimately make living here hell for her.

Masterlink to “Romance On Ice” Chapters.

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dreamieofu · 4 years

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i’m in love with you

pairing; bestfriend!mark x reader word count; 1.6k genre; best friends to lovers!au, fluff warnings; (?) idk, a cute kiss... also me in my feelings after seeing that mark vlive the other day. summary; you finally notice how much you love your best friend, and on one heart to heart confession night, you decide to tell him just that.

you were sat crossed legged facing mark. honestly speaking, it’s been a few weeks since you’ve properly sat down and spoke to each other. he sat opposite you on the couch, his legs against his chest with arms crossed over holding his legs in place. thick rimmed glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose, as the moonlight reflected off the frames. it was a comfortable silence. with the car lights passing through the living room windows every couple of minutes, made his doe eyes glimmer even more so. it felt nice to finally be in his presence.

“you know, i really enjoy moments like this with you,” he confesses in the darkness, eyes not meeting yours.

the corner of you lips couldn’t help but curve a small bit hearing it. you’ve been going through a hard time; feeling really lonely... but hearing him say such words made you appreciate him that tiny bit more. “me too...”

he looks up at you through his eyelashes. his chin moving forward to rest against his arms, a relaxed smile now expressed on his face. before he closes his eyes briefly. you haven’t really spoken to him after realising how you felt for him. some may say it was inevitable, that boys and girls can’t be friends. and it was partly true for a good few years. until it clicked, and just like those dramatic cliche movies, this spotlight circled around him. mark moved in a new light, and all the things he’d done to you affected you differently. you sulked for days, over how you could let this happen. mark, of all people. the boy who’d give you his jacket when you were cold on some nights. the boy who’d hold your hand when crossing roads. all platonically, for you to wake up one day wanting him to have romantic intentions behind all those moments. it made you feel silly. especially, knowing he’d never feel the same.

you let out a small sigh, head hanging with your eyes tracing the lines of your fingertips. a part of you couldn’t help but want more from him, but you also knew your place. “why’d you stop talking to me by the way,” he interrupted your thoughts. your head snaps up, to find at him already looking at you. you felt your face burn up.

“um- no reason, just... busy.” you didn’t sound convincing enough. you didn’t meet his eyes, for if you did: you’d just speak out your mind. you couldn’t tell him the real reasoning behind your silence.

“i don’t believe you,” his tone more firm, as he let go of his legs. right hand reaching out for yours as your gaze followed his movements. it was normal that you’d hold hands. but the way you could feel your heartbeat hitting against your temples. you really wished, his hands weren’t so delicate.

“i’m telling you, for reals - i was just too busy. not like it matters anyway, you’re twice as busy...” you try persuading. but he just squints his eyes, his other hand goes to flatten his hair against the top of his head in a quick 1-2 motion.

he slowly shakes his head disagreeing. “that’s stupid dude,” he scoffs, “you know, i’m never too busy for you,” the second part of his sentence came out a bit quieter, nearly inaudible. you were slightly taken aback at how forward he was. mark was usually nervous, but seeing him so direct was questioning. he noticed you getting curious at his behaviour, both knowing he doesn’t usually express this type of emotion with you. he watched you slightly straighten your back at his confession, while he raised his eyebrows at your frame.

you chew the inside of your bottom lip. a habit. before hooking your teeth to bite it, thinking. “well- you never really made efforts to reach out to me anyway,” mark lets go of your hand.

“that’s not true!” he laughs, you smile back because you knew it wasn’t true as well. he’d always leave you messages and constantly sends you small things he’d find funny. you drop your smile, watching the way his cheeks held his laugh. watching the shape of his mouth, and enjoying the sound of his voice. you wish you could be brave enough to just end it, and kiss him. but he calmed down. “... really, tell me.” he starts again.

you debated whether or not to really tell him, maybe he’d think it was joke like just now. your mind tilts between ‘just say it, he’ll probably laugh it off too,’ to, ‘tell him. tell him! maybe he’ll kiss you’. so what do you do? turn towards the window, eyes away from him. “maybe i love you,”

the comfortable silence from earlier, turned heavy. you weren’t quite sure what to feel from the quietness, your eyes not daring to look back at him. “i love you too,” he confesses with his voice soft, and you finally meet his eyes.

“i mean, i love you. as in, i’m in love with you,” you repeat. your eyes scanning his face for any lies, any humour. nothing. the only look on his face he had, was a vulnerable one. and you thought to yourself, ‘this can’t be real’.

“yeah. i’m in love with you too,” you just stare at him and his words ringing at your ears, disbelief settling in your mind.

“it’s not funny, i’m being s-serious,” an involuntary voice crack breaks your words, as he frowns. mark moves from his position, his leg now draped at the end of the couch. foot on the ground as he pushes closer towards you.

“let me prove it to you,” he whispers, inches away from your face. his arm held his body up on the side of the couch, as you instinctively held your breath. his gaze locked with yours so intensely, you couldn’t pull away. the way the moonlight brightened his round eyes made you feel small. he was so beautiful. he felt serious though, and you were so shocked to reply. one hand pushed behind you to keep yourself from falling against the arm of the couch. he was slowly making his way closer to you. mark kept pushing toward you, in a slow pace. your legs unravel from their crossed form to accommodate to his body. mark leaning you backwards, as his other hand guided the back of your head to meet the couch. his left hand a pillow as he laid you both down, cautious not to press his body against yours too heavily.

this was new. occasionally you’d cuddle with mark on sleepovers, hug him. but nothing like this, not with him on top of you. “can i prove it to you?”

you really were in disbelief, your hands slightly against his chest to push him back a small bit, your head starting to get light. “mark...” your voice quiet, really flustered. your eyes are quick again scanning his facial expression to find nothing but deep affection. “yes... you can.” the hands on his chest now bunch the material of his shirt, as you feel his lips lightly pressed against yours.

he didn’t move, his lips stayed still. until you relaxed under his touch, your eyes fluttering close as you felt him melt onto you. his weight reminding you that this was real, this kiss is real. mark is real, and he’s kissing you. the gentle kiss broke, as mark lifts his head to meet your eyes again, silently asking you if it was alright. you could read him, a small smile reaches your lips as your hands move from his chest to the back of his neck to bring his lips back to yours. he kissed back with more confidence, his other hand cradling the side of your face angling your lips to kiss you deeper. his lips feeling soft sucking on your bottom lip, the taste of peppermint lip balm. although slightly chapped, he never felt rough. he let out a tiny moan at the back of his throat as your tongue came to contact with his. open mouthed kisses, and feeling his love under the moonlight. never in your dreams did you imagine you’d be kissing mark, let alone him having the same connection as you. he pulls away, breathing a little heavy as his eyes stay barely open. his glasses almost falling off, before he scrunches his nose to bring them back up. his lips still grazed upon your own as you whisper, “since when...?” he lightly chuckles, lifting himself from you slightly. his body warmth missing. “since... a year ago,” he confesses, a smile now playing on his lips as he thinks back. but you’re quick, getting up from your position almost hitting foreheads with him. you both now sat back at a sitting position.

“are you serious?” you scorn, eyes narrowing at him, “why are you lying?” “i never lie to you,” he speaks in defence, the smile on his lips now bigger, his teeth showing your most favourite smile on him, and he does sound sincere. he licks his lips as he reaches out for your hands. he closes his eyes pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your fingers, “serious. i’m in love with you,”

you relax under his tone, eyes closing listening to his words. he’s in love with you, just as you were with him. “will you be mine?” he mumbles still holding your hands, eyes locked with yours again, searching for answers. you sigh, chewing back a smile. heart soaring, “of course. i’ve always been yours anyway,” you tell him, taking your own hands to hold his face. god, were you in love with this boy.

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ahgasescenarios · 4 years

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Hold the Line- Mark Lee

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: fluff

Summary: “He had fallen in love with football at the age of ten where you sought comfort in Vermeer’s, Watteau’s and the like. And sometimes, your two worlds clashed.”

Being born into a wealthy family had its pros and cons. The luxury around you spoke tales of limitless riches, a constant reminder of your worth (and social standing). It also reminded her of the golden ankle monitor at her feet with parents overlooking her every move like perched eagles. The times when they’d feed words into her mouth to impress investors and affiliates during events, the watchful eyes of the staff making sure she behaved to her title’s worth, not to forget the constitution of house rules which forbade her from staying out too late, eating certain foods (you’re polluting your body!, her mother would say) and wearing certain clothes. Over the years, you had come to the conclusion that nothing in life was free, even wealth came with the burden of reputation; one wrong move and you could lose everything. Or at least that’s what those eagle-minded parents of yours had reminded you on countless occasions.

But none of it mattered when you were with your best friend Mark. He was the eldest son of an affiliated business of her father’s, which made him a suitable choice for an amicable relationship. Your parents’ approval was a given, reinforcing the links between your families was a win-win situation. You were thankful to have him regardless because what they didn’t tell you about being rich is how awfully lonely it was. Especially when your parents were too busy carefully building their way to the top to pay attention to you.

“Bored?” Mark questioned on the other line. You always called him when you were bored, it was bordering a tradition now- hence why he knew the reason for your call.

“Please help.” You pouted.

“Consider it done. Meet me at our café in 10.”

“I’ll be there.”

You couldn’t fight the smile that tugged on your lips. Your friendly dates with Mark were your favorite, mostly because it allowed you to escape the dungeon that was your NYC penthouse. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating, but still fresh air mended your overstimulated brain.

You weighed the pros and cons of what felt like every outfit in your closet, which is when your mother decided to invite herself in.

“What are you doing?”

“Going out for coffee with Mark, is that okay?” You asked, sarcasm heavy on your tongue. She merely shrugged.

“Wear that limited-edition Burberry coat I got you, it’s cold outside.” With a final pursed-lipped smile, she left your room. This was her way of caring, you had learned early on.

You left for your outing of the day with a bounce in your step, feeling oddly energized at the thought of seeing your best friend. Upon laying eyes on him, you waved, and he motioned for you to join him. One thing about Mark was that he was undeniably attractive, the kind of heartthrob that magazines begged to have on the cover, so the whole world could fawn over, thinking: Why can’t I look like that? Vivid memories of Mark trying to eat bugs and picking his nose duped you into believing you were immune to his charm.

Carefully crafted drinks were awaiting your arrival on a polished marble table, leafy designs gracing the froth. It only took a mention of your name for the baristas to associate the drink to the face here. You both had fallen in love with the antique décor the café adorned, reminiscent of the Victorian Era. There was something about the atmosphere that made you feel at peace, as though you belonged to a different reality. And you welcomed the feeling with outstretched arms, one you could not find anywhere else.

Quickly enough, you fell into the casual rhythm you had become accustomed to in the presence of the younger boy (only by a few months! he’d insist). You savored every sip of your drink, the perfect balance of frothy milk and espresso with hints of chocolate and hazelnut providing you with the fuel you craved.

While you and Mark were alike in many ways, you differed in choice of hobbies or passions. He had fallen in love with football at the age of ten where you sought comfort in Vermeer’s, Watteau’s and the like. And sometimes, your two worlds clashed. Today was one of those days.

“Oh, come on, why won’t you come to my game today?” Mark was growing impatient; you could hear it through the phone.

“I told you, I have to finish a painting for my Renaissance class.”

“Fine.” He was on the verge of hanging up when:

“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll come. But you owe me.”

Your hands massaged your temples therapeutically, why had you agreed? You hated going to his football games, you didn’t even know why you bothered to attend most of the time. He wouldn’t notice if you were in the bleachers or not. But you were a woman of your word and so you went, cursing yourself throughout the entire game.

Your mind acted as a painful reminder of the workload you’d had to catch up on during the night thanks to your sudden change of heart. Why had you said yes? You pondered the thought in your mind for a while, your eyes trained on the familiar silhouette on the field. Mark’s team was in the lead, that much you knew.

You found your eyes more than following the figure in the distance, but actually studying how his thighs were outlined by the fabric of his thoughts, mind traveling to places it had never dared to go before. Why were you just now noticing how handsome he looked with his brows furrowed in concentration? Were you just now noticing how nicely his tights outlined his strong thighs? Was it that you weren’t immune to him? Did you -god forbid- feel attracted to your best friend? You brushed those thoughts away as soon as they popped into your head, but they couldn’t help but linger in the depths of your mind where they had been dismissed.

A few weeks passed with these same thoughts lingering in your subconscious, which made you act significantly different with Mark. And as your luck would have it, he noticed.

“What’s up with you?”

“Huh, what?” You feigned innocence.

“You’re acting all weird around me. Did I do something?”

“No, you’re fine. I’m just…” your mind worked on overdrive trying to come out with a plausible excuse, “Oh look at that, I’m late. Gotta go!” You made a beeline for the exit, hopping into your personal driver’s shiny Mercedes before Mark could utter a word in response. Your behavior only worried him further, but an inkling of a thought popped into his head. Could it be?

“Hi.” There he was at your door, in head-to-toe Gucci as he invited himself inside. It had been a week since you’d embarrassingly left him hanging at the café, hurrying off in your chauffeur’s vehicle. You hated to admit how much seeing Mark in the flesh made you happy, a shit-eating grin overtaking your delicate features and those annoying butterflies batting their wings in your stomach. He cleared his throat before announcing the reason for his visit.

“So, um, I have this really big game tomorrow and I would really like it if you came.” Your heart dropped in your stomach; butterflies now annihilated.

“What?” His eyes widened, taken aback. “We haven’t talked in a week and the only reason you’re here is to ask me to come to your game? I’m sorry, but no, not this time.”

“What’s your problem? I said I wanted you to come, why are you being such a bitch about it?”

You huffed in outrage. Now he was pushing your buttons.

“A bitch! Wow, that’s classy.” You paused before looking straight at him, fuming. “Have you ever considered that I don’t like going to your games?”

“Oh, you mean where you sit in the bleachers and stare into the abyss, just waiting for the game to be over? Would it kill you to show more support?”

“Oh, like those cheerleaders with their underwear excuse for costumes just begging to get into your pants? No thank you.” The pang of jealousy in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. “The only reason I bother coming is because I want to see you and spend time with you.”

“You know how it is, (Y/N), I can’t miss a single game this season. It’s important to me.” His expression was resolute, asking for compassion.

“I know, I just thought I was too.” You smiled, tears fogging your eyesight. You turned to go back into your room but a hand on your wrist stopped you from doing so. “Please just leave me alone, Mark.”

“Why are you so upset about this?” Mark’s face was begging for an answer, the one he wanted, needed to hear.

“Are you really that dense?” You inquired. He didn’t move an inch, breath caught in his throat. You took a deep breath and let it all flood out, what you’d been keeping to yourself for the past weeks spent half-heartedly thinking about your friendship.

“I’m upset because I’m in love with you, Mark. And you clearly don’t feel the same so please let me go before-“ As if on cue, the same hand holding onto your wrist spun you around and before he or you could process what was going on, Mark connected your lips in a passionate kiss. The confusion only lasted a second as you melted into his embrace, the butterflies claiming their place in your stomach.

“Well, I think you’re the one who’s dense because I’ve been crushing on you since the seventh grade.” His eyes were glowing with something you’d never seen in them before, and you leaned in to peck his cheek.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tag along to his games if this would be your reward. You smiled to yourself as your lips tingled. For once, you felt free. If there was someone you were ready to risk it all for, it was Mark. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: hii, I hope you guys enjoyed this fluffy Mark scenario! It occurred to me that I hadn’t written much for him and I had to do something about it. Also, thank you so so so much for 700 followers I just can’t believe so many people enjoy my work!! Once I hit 750 followers, I’ll be doing some sort of “get to know me” tag so if there’s anything you want to know about me, don’t be shy! 😊

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sunny-nyu · 3 years

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Waffles

pairing: boyfriend! mark x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, and did i mention fluff?, lowercase intended

a/n: it’s more of a gender neutral...? writing this makes me feel single af </3

“dude, I’m craving waffles,” you said turning your body facing your boyfriend, mark, “babe, no it’s 3 am and you want waffles?” he said groaning, covering up his face with his hands, you giggled, “can we get it later?” he said rolling on his side to face you, “hmmm, only if I get three waffles” you stated, looking innocent, “fine, okay-- now come back to me” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i love you”

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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NCT Dream reaction : you give them a handmade gift

M.list

Genre : fluff fluff fluff

Word count : 2.5K words

Mark Lee

*sigh* my overworked baby, SM pls let him rest

he probably forgets to eat from time to time or just doesn’t time to

which breaks your poor little heart :<

so when Mark stays in the recording room until late in the night once again, you don’t go to him empty handed

you go to him with a handful of homemade cookies!!! ヽ(^◇^*)/

when you enter the studio, Mark’s slumped figure immediately straightens up, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of you

he turns in his chair and stretched out his arms to you with a puppy face and your heart :((( just :((((( melts :(((((((((( wow mark no need to kill us all with your babie culture

but who are you to say no to this angel with somewhat less appropriate thoughts but you didn’t hear this from me so you don’t hesitate to walk into his open arms

he lays his head on your stomach, nuzzling into you and cuddling up to you like a clingy koala bear as you run your fingers comfortingly through his hair, lightly massaging his head

with the serene atmosphere you almost forgot why you came so you pulled away from Mark, your heart clenching at his whine and bring the bag with the cookies out of your backpack and thrust it in his hands

he looks from you to the bag and back with eyes so wide and innocent your brain almost short circuited at the utter cuteness

he digs into it once you prompt him to, a soft ‘woah’ coming out from him once he was hit with the sight of freshly baked cookies

“daaamn these are so good, babe” your eyes shine with pride

as he sticks one in his mouth, munching delighted at it (◠‿◠✿) , he grabs you with an arm, sitting you on his lap like a baby that you are and prodding your lips with another cookie he grabbed out of the bag

“oh no, I made these for you, I don’t-”

he doesn’t let you finish your sentence as he pushes the cookie in your mouth, watching you fondly as you start munching on it and patting your head with a gentle hand

“you’re so much cuter when you’re not nagging”

*GASP*

the Disrespect

Huang Renjun

this baby probably also showers you in his own gifts such as paintings or drawing of you sooo

it’s only proper that you also gist him something made by you (°∀°)

you work your cute ass off to perfect the most adorable Moomin key-chain you can come up with *huff*

the day you finally deem it good enough to be shown to the top artist Huang Renjun you sweat buckets as you approach him

Renjun is busy on his iPad as you paddle over to him and stick the key-chain in his face with a dumb but proud smile “here”

Renjun turns to you with a blank face “what is this?”

●‿●

when I tell you the blood drained from your face and you died 50 times internally, your soul just left your body and you saw your life flash before your eyes ‘well life was good, time to say goodbye eyy’

you manage a loud and definitely not artificial laugh

“HAHAHA JUST AN UGLY THING I made I MEAN FOUND HAha ʰᵃ!!! Hey doesn’t it look like you in the morning?!”

that’s when you knew you gotta bolt the scene

but Renjun of course couldn’t let your embarrassment end there the grumpy little gremlin

he snatched the keychain from you and curled his other hand around you, gluing you to his side and you froze as you looked into his sparkly wide eyes ( Renjun’s eyes are galaxies fite me )

“you made this for me?”

“uh yeah”

warning : you were strangled to death by Renjun who deemed that a simple ‘thank you’ just couldn’t suffice, you had to die asphyxiated by his bear hug

“thank u thank u thank it’s so cute, I love it so much! I love you so much!!!”

“do you love me more than Moomin?”

warning 2 : he threw you away faster than he captured you in his deathly cute hug

“know your place, no. 2″

(¤﹏¤)

Lee Jeno

so Jeno is just a biiiiit upset at you maybe

okay maybe a bit more than just a bit

because you might or might have not broken his favorite cup which, mind you, was also a gift from you, when you were at the dorms

so now this overgrown baby gives you THE stinky eye and makes sarcastic and grumpy remarks with any chance he gets

and honesty as much as you love him, you’re ABSOLUTELY DONE with his pettiness :’)

that’s how you find yourself seated at your desk with a blank cup, acrylic watercolors and brushes spread everywhere as you squeeze every ounce of willpower to finish what you started

so after 2 mental breakdown, painted fingers and a veryyy dirty desk, you finished painting a cute design on Jeno’s new cup

you let it dry and didn’t waste another second to bring it to Jeno who still sulked at the dorms

once you were let inside, you trudged over to Jeno who was sat at the couch, refusing to get up and greet you with kisses as he usually did and slammed the cup on the coffee table in front of him

his frown turned into a confused puppy face so fast his duality amazed you once again, he lifted the cup gently, running the tips of his fingers gently over the paintings you worked so hard to complete for him

“are you still mad, nono?”

his silence was quite unnerving as you started to tire yourself out, your voice weakened by worry, but he lifted his head, looking at you with eyes so soft your heart fluttered wildly in your chest

“mad? you-you did this for me and you think I’m mad?”

he put the cup down much gentler than you and stood up from his seat, engulfing you in his arms, one of his hands squeezing you impossibly close to him and the other one cradling your head to his chest

“I think I just fell in love with you once again”

“if you fall in love just from a painted cup I should be more careful when I leave you alone”

he chuckled at your witty remark, kissing the side of his neck

once you broke apart, he placed his new favorite cup on the highest shelf and turned to you with a shit-eating grin

“i’ll put this here so maybe you won’t break this one too”

“sleep with an eye open tonight, lee” (☉‿☉✿)

Lee Donghyuck

so another overworked baby of mine bless his soul

his schedule is so packed so even though he’d cuddle with you until the end of times you actually didn’t get to do that as often as you’d like

and we all know how whiny lil cutie baby Haechanie can get when he doesn’t get what he wants :’))))

and since unfortunately you can’t be beside him all of the time like he wants you to, you decide the next best thing : you knit him a scarf !! you even stuck a tag made out of a soft material with a drawing of a smiley sun to one end of the scarf

he looks so shocked when you skip into his room and lovingly strangle him with the scarf

and you swear you could see his eyes glisten when you tell him you made it yourself and he remembers the bandaids that seemed to grow in number every day which you always shrugged of when he asked

although the tears may be from the lack of air ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

n e way, he looks so thankful as he wordlessly cradles your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and taking the time to litter kisses over every single one of your small injuries, whispering a soft ‘i love you’ at the end

you swear your heart runs leaps through your rib cage

he just loves you so so much and would appreciate anything you give him

you bring his face back up and press a huge *smooch* on his lips and you both giggle in between your kisses

why so cute you lovebirds?!?

he brings the scarf everywhere he goes, to the dorms, to every show, concert, whenever he travels somewhere, no matter the season

it becomes his lucky charm

once, Renjun sends you a picture of your Hyuckie sleeping cuddled up to the scarf, his nose nuzzled into it

“you know I won’t let him forget about this. EVER” you smirk at Renjun’s text, typing back a reply

“pls do” ( ಠ◡ಠ )

Na Jaemin

this sweet boi hold close to his heart anything you give him

so there’s literally no reason to stress over the bracelet you decided to craft for him

but you being you of course you want to rip your hair out every time something doesn’t go your way ah the levels of patience are definitely soaring through the roof

you even swallowed your pride and asked Jeno for help (read as used him as a puppet) so you were sure you’d get the right size

so after doubting the colors, patterns, material, your entire life choices, you asked Jaemin to close his eyes the next time you met up

with extra shaky fingers, you wrapped the bracelet around his wrist and fumbled to tie it properly

“I’m not getting any younger over here, y/n”

“shut up, mommy jaemie”

he managed to slap the back of your head even with his eyes closed (>‘o’)>

so when you finally tied a sturdy knot with your chicken fingers, you let him open his eyes and beach let me tell you the way his entire face broke into a smile at the sight of the pretty bracelet around your wrist

the sun seemed to pale in comparison with his precious smile, jaemin lights up the world no question, there’s no way you can convince me otherwise

“oh my God, my baby spent time making me such a pretty gift, I must have saved a country in my previous life, come here, let me smooch you into next week (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ “

so that’s how you ended up trapped in Jaemin’s embrace FOREVER

he kept on complimenting you the entire day and made it his mission to boast to every member he could get is hands on about his pretty gift made by his even prettier baby, he’s such a sucker for you no joke whipped culture right here m’am

“Jaemin, the the threads are getting dirty, don’t you think it’s time to take it off-?”

“I’ll die wearing this ʘ‿ʘ“

Zhong Chenle

among all of his ultra expensive things he has, he is dead sure that you’re the most precious in his life

he often told you he’d give up every penny in his bank and all his fame as long as he got to keep you by his side

he regarded you as a ray of warm light when the world left him cold and he swore he’d fight off anything and anyone who dared to hurt you

so this is how he found himself a bit confused and extremely guilty over how he is supposed to fight himself, watch and learn baby

he never meant to upset you, especially over something you poured your blood, sweat and tears into perfecting it just for him

sure, you were aware the Chinese patters you sewed carefully into a pristine white material weren’t perfect, but the way he laughed in you face once you offered it to him toppled your negative emotions over

he wasn’t aware that you sewed it yourself when he made fun of it

“jeez, where did you get this from, Y/N, the clownery fair? even though you should report them for to costumer protection for its ugliness”

“maybe I should report you for being a bitchy prick” ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

you glare at him and storm away, slamming the door

chenle, the most oblivious and babiest boyfriend : (Θ︹Θ)ს well shit

but of course you couldn’t stay mad at him for long when he sweet talked his way back into your good side basically every minute of the day after finding out from Renjun (this angry angel helped you bless his soul) how hard you worked to sew that

so even though you’re still sulking a lil bit

you accept to come over at his house and as soon as you enter his room you’re shook

where one of his posters once hung above his bed now stood your sewing project proudly

you stared in awe like （’◎’）

“but I though you said it’s ugly”

“that’s before I knew it’s made by you. Anything you did is directly promoted to gorgeous, admirable, incomparable-”

ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ

3 weeks later while cuddling

you : *GASP* “I’m so sorry for calling you a bitchy prick, baby”

Park Jisung

he is a giant as much as he is a baby and you agree with me even if you don’t

babies are fascinated by almost anything, especially colorful things

which means Jisung is also fascinated by colorful things ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

so when you met and you pulled out a few origami figures of different, lively colors, Jisung : (✪㉨✪)

“woah, how did you do these?”

“they’re like basic origami figurines”

if he wasn’t amazed enough already

when you picked up a purple frog and pressed on its bottom and it jumped, Jisung jumped up with it

“WOAH, how did you do THAT?”

you didn’t have the heart to break his innocent awe and tell him it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes to make that frog

so you just settled for a shrug and a simple

“magic, Jisung, magic”

at that, he straightens up in his seat, his awestruck expression fading into a serious one as he grips your shoulders tightly （´＿｀）

“you’ve been lying to me, haven’t you?” ~(｡☉︵ ಠ@)>

“what do you mean, sungie?”

“you’re a wizard!!!!!!!!!”

*facepalm* *internal sigh* *whale noises because cuteness levels are just too high*

“uh, yeah sure, baby, whatever floats your boat”

you try to turn away to hide your growing smile, but jisung isn’t having it

“no, you can’t leave me like this!! teach me!!!1!”

he grips your sleeve and looks at you with such wide innocent eyes as if you’re another wonder of the world and you swear you melt on the spot

“well, you know, my services aren’t free” (¬‿¬)

“what do you want?”

“kisses?” ( jisung shutting down )

“k-kisses? kisses??!? i mean *clears throat and buffs up* yeah sure, that’s all? i can do kisses” ( this baby blushed after only mentioning it but okay boss baby go off I guess ) (*~▽~)

he could’t even be disappointed when he found out origami was nowhere near to magic when you spoiled him with kithes all evening *cue a red Jisungie*

#cznnet #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct fluf #nct angst #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct renjun #nct mark #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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Bad boys bring Heaven to you | Mark Lee (TEASER)

▸ Mark Lee x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, demon au ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 4/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: He was your guardian angel and your dark desires changed him for the creature that he is now. He gave you a baby so he can make sure that you’re going to be together forever, but you don’t want to keep it.

Warnings: Rough sex, vanilla sex, a lot of sex will happen I’m telling you, overstimulation, pregnancy, filthy, killing characters, possessive behaviour, swearing, mentions of other idols, unprotected sex hence the pregnancy,

A/N: PURE FILTH. My time stamp 10:07 incubus Mark is originally part of this fic, so sorry if you read that part already I changed some lines and realised my 10:07 timestamp was badly written omg I’m going to delete it. Anyway, read the new version again on October 25 heheheheh. Words in Italics are own thoughts.

Date: October 25

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I used to be your guardian angel, but being a demon is the only way that I can be with you.

Guard and protect. Those are the only things that I should be doing as I stay by your side until your dying breath. Guard your heart so you could make the right decisions in life and help you with your choices. Protect you from all kinds of harm so you can live a long happy life until your time finally comes.

You just turned ten years old when you were assigned to me, I just turned thirteen at that time. I even sang you a happy birthday together with the others during your celebration. I was beside you when you blew the candle and listened to your wish. From there on it’s always been you and me, we pretty much grew up together.

I guide you with your decisions every day, protect you inside and outside your home, and listen to your prayers. Oh, I love to listen to your voice whenever you pray. It calms me and your prayers are good proof that I’m doing a great job as your guardian angel.

But as we grow up, you started making impulsive decisions that I don’t have control with. You changed during your teenage years, you no longer pray and let me hear the sound of your prayers anymore. I’m afraid you will no longer need me and that they will assign me to a new human after a few years.

When you were seventeen, you almost lost your virginity to someone who’s not worthy. I’m sorry but I have to meddle with that so I stopped it and gave the guy a piercing headache. I feel sorry for what I’ve done, truly. But he doesn’t deserve you.

I feel bad about what I did so I seek guidance from my senior angel, Doyoung. I told him everything that I felt the moment I saw the guy enter your room and watch him kiss you and put his hands around your body. I told Doyoung that for the first time, I hated your smile because you like what the guy is doing to you.

Do you know what Doyoung told me? He said that I’m starting to be unholy and have feelings for you.

And it’s true. I’m starting to be more and more ungodly as I continue to watch you touch yourself every night with your fingers inside you, and instead of prayers, I hear moans from you every night. You started to have perverted desires which I can’t help you with because I’m an angel. I’m completely aware that I’m failing with my mission and scared to face my senior angels and keep me away from you.

If I lose you, I will be meaningless.

I sold my soul to the devil so I can be with you and follow you to a path full of desires.

It’s still the same. I’m still me but my job has no rules now and I can do whatever that pleases me to keep you in my life. Over the years of being a demon, I watch you now in a very different way. I watch you shower and get dressed, I watch you touch yourself with legs wide open as I masturbate beside you, I possessed every guy you have sex with and we always have a great time.

But I want more than this.

FULL FIC HERE

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kopikokun · 5 years

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[03:43 PM] Mark’s breath hitches in his throat when his eyes land on your form, drowning in his hoodie. The soft material barely reaches below your thighs, your legs on full-display for him. It doesn’t take very long for his hormone-crazed mind to wander to not so suitable thoughts.

Sensing his presence behind you from the overwhelming smell of fabric softener he exudes, gets you to turn to face him, a casual smile adorning your lips. Mark inwardly curses. How could he imagine something so dirty when you looked so innocent and sweet?

“Are you, are you not wearing any pants?” he asks, his head spinning with fantasies.

You tilt your head curiously at him and gently lift his hoodie, exposing your short-clad legs. “Of course I’m wearing pants, Mark. I wouldn’t just walk around without any pants on.”

“O-Oh,” Mark stammers, averting his gaze.

“Oh My God. Are you,” you grin, “disappointed?”

“What? No! No, I’m not,” he blurts, eyes widening and cheeks burning with humiliation. You giggle at his obvious disappointment as he struggles to hide his red cheeks and ears.

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midday0dreams · 3 years

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soo.. im really really curios about which one of my writings do you guys like the most? 🤓

here’s my masterlist if you haven’t read all of my work..

#dont ignore this #nct smut #nct fluff #nct hard hours #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluf #nct 127 hard hours #nct dream #nct jaehyun #nct johnny #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct mark #nct doyoung #nct taeyong #nct haechan

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mistymark · 4 years

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the one with the lunch date.

mark lee x reader // 500 words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which mark sleeps in and youre supposed to have a lunch date today.

request; "did you just hiss at me" w/mork?

“Mark~,” you called in a sing-song voice, drifting into said boy’s bedroom and pulling the curtains to the side, letting some light into the previously dark room.

He groaned and pulled the duvet over his head, blocking out the bright light in his fight to stay asleep. You chuckled, shaking you head as you padded over to his side of the bed, “Mark Lee~.”

“No,” he whined from under the covers, his voice slightly muffled by the blankets. It was deeper than normal – slightly raspy – and you loved the sound of it.

You tried a different tactic. With a stern voice, you put your hands on your hips in the most assertive pose you could muster, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, “Mark Lee. It is 1pm, and I believe we have a lunch date to get to.”

He ignored your comment. He didn’t remove the blankets, “Are you power posing me right now? It sounds like you’re power posing me.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, and instead flopped onto his back, pushing your face into the dip in the blankets where you knew his neck was. He hummed beneath you. Your voice came out muffled, too. “Not anymore,” you mumbled.

There was soft laughter from underneath you, and you sat up slightly, tugging the blanket down. You caught a glimpse of your boyfriend’s messy black hair, his bare shoulder and closed eyes, before he reached up and fought to tug the blanket back over his head, a loud small hissing noise leaving his mouth.

You laughed, “Did you just hiss at me?”

There was a pause before he spoke, “No.”

“Come on, lazy bones,” you patted his back, trying to tug the blankets again. He must’ve been holding onto them still because you couldn’t pull it down again. “How late did you stay up last night?”

“Only 2,” he spoke.

“Mark!” You scolded.

“I was doing the vlog,” he complained, turning to lie on his back and gently pulling the sheets down from his face. His eyes were squinting up at you, and a soft smile settled over his lips, “Morning.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Afternoon,” you corrected.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and sat up to look at the clock beside his bed, its neon red numbers reading 1:18pm. “Afternoon, babe,” he smiled wider at his own comment. Or maybe it was because of the way you rolled your eyes at him. “You know, we could go to lunch.” He threw an arm over his eyes, his smile still visible.

“Like we planned.” You noticed the way his smile widened at your wry comment.

“Right, like we planned.” Pulling his arm away, he cocked an eyebrow at you, “Or we can stay here.”

You didn’t say anything.

“And make out.”

Your grin gave you away, and you groaned as he sat up and pulled you down to him, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a koala.

He mumbled into your shoulder, “Best lunch date ever.”

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qkmlh · 5 years

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Friendly reminder Mark Lee is a precious bub with an adorable smile

Me, a charmed NCTzen

#Why is he just so cute #Weird with terrible dad like humor #but so fluffing precious #TvT #Mark Lee #NCT #NCT U #NCT 127 #NCT Dream #YES I’MMA STILL TAG HIM IN DREAM OKAY FORGET THE SYSTEM #♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

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beomcoups · 3 years

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Bad Alive

𝐅𝐨𝐫 @𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ‘𝐬 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐪𝐮é

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mafia!boss Kun (NCT) x mafia!boss reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, angst, mafia au, friends with benefits au, childhood

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), rough missionary, nail digging, squirting, mentions of violence, guns, swearing

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.6k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The rival boss is a bad kind of player, with thousand dollar shoes. He's the final obstacle in your three year journey to the top of your group. It would be a piece of cake - if he wasn't your ex-lover.

𝐀𝐍: A massive thank you to @darknytemare, @sunshinekims and @lovey-simone for beta reading for me 🖤

You first spotted him surrounded by his crew and women in the VIP, leaning over the rail. His eyes watching the club like a hawk, the scene unraveling before him. His honey blonde hair cut short into an undercut, well-tailored suit, and nice smile caught you off guard, as you usually don’t see these kinds of men in this club.

“Who is that?” You ask the bartender, pointing in his direction.

“Oh, that’s Qian Kun; he is the owner of this club,” the bartender says matter-of-factly.

“Do you mean Qian, as in Qian mafia?!” your voice unexpectedly rises, earning a few looks from the people around you.

You turn around and sneak another look at him, watching the ladies laugh at his every word, clearly loving the attention. Rumors spread quickly about the club being owned by a mafia Don.

“Shh! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He whispers, working on a drink for a customer. Naive was your best ploy and to get where you needed to be you had to be coy. “But yes, it has the affiliation. So be careful.”

You nod and take a swig of your drink, finishing it completely before making your way to the dance floor. You already knew who Kun was. His reputation exceeding him, just from his looks alone he wouldn’t be expected. His looks made him look innocent almost, knowing the things his mafia did to people who weren’t needed anymore, you knew you had to proceed with caution before you went into action.

Kun wasn’t an ordinary guy; he is the Qian mafia head after inheriting it from his father a year ago. Being the daughter of the rival mafia, the Zodiacs, had its perks. He’s not a total stranger to you, as you grew up to be childhood friends and eventually lovers, losing your virginities to each other as you both became adults. You wanted a relationship, but he didn’t want anything serious; he just wanted your friendship and to fuck you ravishingly whenever he could.

You were okay with that for a while until you moved out of town and stayed away for three years. Since then, your families became enemies over a bad drug deal. The severity growing by the minute. Moving back recently brought on memories but that’s what you intended on keeping them as. Your father knew you were ready to take over the family business. So forth your here now attending to some routine affairs, before everything could be complete you had to cut down the biggest threat:

Kun

This was the final task, one you planned on exploiting until the last minute.You find a spot dancing with the strangers, the EDM sounds booming through the place. You get lost in the moment, allowing your body to move however you wanted it to, almost forgetting your task at hand. Your hair covers your face, but you can see your surroundings, and you notice one of his men and another childhood friend, Hendery, approaching you with his hand for you to shake.

“Come on, Hendery, we’re not strangers,” you forgo his hand and give him a hug. “How have you been? How’s your mom?”

“She’s good. Stubborn as ever,” he adjusts his tie, trying to hide his goofy grin. “Kun wanted me to bring you up to him.”

“I know,” you say, cocking an eyebrow at him. You look up in his direction, and Kun is smirking at you, holding a glass and lifting it up in your direction.

“If he wants me, he’ll have to come down here and fetch me himself,” you shrug, going back to the music. “It was nice seeing you again.”

Hendery nods and goes back to Kun, who gazes at you once more before removing the women’s hands touching his shoulders and making his way towards you. You liked this cat and mouse game, making him chase you around until he finally caught up and had his way. It’s unfortunate that you have to end his life in order to be the boss, but you’re not looking for love; you just want his body one last time.

Kun approaches you, and oddly the wind almost gets knocked out of you; he’s more handsome than the last time you saw him, and you can tell his very expensive suit was tailored just for him.

“Y/N… It’s been a while,” he greets me, kissing my left cheek.

“Yes, yes it has,” you agree, fluffing your hair off your shoulder.

“You look good,” his eyes wander all over your dress, biting his bottom lip.

“I know I do,” you grin seductively, pulling him to the crowd. “Dance with me.”

You take his hand and guide him to a spot on the dance floor, seducing him as you grind your body on his, allowing his hands to grace your hips. His cologne is strong enough to fill your senses of him, but you can still keep aware of what’s going on around you. His men are entertained by the women in their view; the security is placed at each exit door, making it harder for you to sneak off without being seen.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Kun questions you, your heart skipping a beat.

“I’m dancing, “ you respond coyly, turning around to face him.

“You don’t miss me?”

He scoffs and pulls you closer to him, his hands firmly on your ass.

“It’s been three years, and you just show up here? I don’t buy it,” he challenges you, matching your rhythm to the beat.

You look deep into his eyes, and you know he means business, but you keep your poker face focused on the mission at hand.

“What if I was here to see you?” You whisper into his ear.

“How would that make you feel?”

“You’d have to show me that you wanted to see me,” he buffers.

“How are you going to do that?”

You lean in and kiss him, slightly tugging on his suit, pulling him closer and under your spell. Your tongue makes magic with his, your body burning up from the sexual tension you have been harboring.

“Does that answer your question?” You tease him, nibbling the bottom of his lip.

“Maybe…” Kun trails off, motioning to his right-hand man, Ten. “I’ll need more convincing at my place. Meet me in the back alley; there is already a car there.”

You watch him say something to Ten before grabbing his coat, and you make your way to the back entrance, a black car already heated and ready to go. Kun has never been a man of a lot of words, but you know the steamy dance session has him wanting you, and you would be a liar if you didn’t admit you wanted him too. You might be holding some small feelings for him, being an old lover and someone you grew up with, but the family business comes first, no matter the cost… right?

“Are you ready?” Kun’s hand brushes your back, chills taking over your body.

You nod as our feet touched the cold ground, his home was calling.

“Your place is nice,” you observe as you walk into Kun’s penthouse.

You take off your heels and set them on the hardwood floor, walking into the spacious living room with a grand view of the city. The kitchen isn’t too far with a built-in bar attached and just based on what’s in front of you, you know this place isn’t cheap. Kun is rummaging through his wine rack and comes with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“Thank you. Are you thirsty?” Kun asks, pouring some in his glass.

“Yeah. I’ll take a little sip,” you grab and sit on one of the stools.

He pours some wine in a gold-trimmed glass, and you thank him, taking a small sip like you promised. You don’t like wine much, but you need something to calm your nerves and the heat brewing in your core.

“So, are you finally going to be honest with me?” Kun interrogates you, almost catching you off guard.

You stay composed and take another sip, finishing it entirely and setting it down on the island bar.

“What makes you think I’m not being honest with you?” You counter, slowly walking towards him.

“Come on, Y/N,” he scoffs, brushing his hair back with his hands. “It’s been years, and I haven’t heard from you. Let alone a goodbye, and now you just show up here and flirt with me? I know you better than that.”

You know he’s making sense, and you think of a quick lie to cover your tracks. You taking over the family business is on the line, and despite the small feelings you still hold for him, you cannot fuck this up.

“I promise I came to see you,” you swear, waving your hands dramatically. It is the truth after all.

“Do you still have feelings for me?” Kun starts, loosening his tie. “I told you years ago I’m not the relationship type. That hasn’t changed.”

It is your turn to scoff, letting out a hearty laugh from the pit of your soul.

“I’m in town because I have some family stuff to attend to. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, and I wanted to see what’s been up with you,” you wave him off. “But obviously, this is a lot for you, so I’m going to go.”

You make your way to the door and grab your shoes, willing to walk outside in the cold barefooted until your ride came. That didn’t happen, however, as Kun grabs your arm, backing you into the wall.

“You’re still dramatic as ever,” Kun states before bringing his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, tearing open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere as your hands rub across his chest. His big hands lift you up, carrying you to his massive bedroom and setting you down on the bed,

“Strip,” Kun demands, unbuckling his belt.

You get up, slowly lowering each strap on your dress, pulling your dress down until your breasts and thong were exposed. Kun pulls you to him, kissing you once more, leaning you back onto the bed. His lips trail to your stomach, leaving soft marks while he lowers your panties with his other hand.

“You’re the same way I remembered you years ago,” he whispers. “You are still as beautiful as ever.”

“Yeah yeah,” you brush off his words, your breath hitching as his lips meet your sweet spot.

Kun smirks and leaves a sensual kiss, your back arching as he is tasting your sweet nectar. Your hands are grasping for his hair; the rapturous way he makes your body feel is astral projecting you into paradise. His tongue takes a long swipe on your sweet pussy, his ravenous lust coming out of his pores as he tongue fucks you.

“My god-” you choke on air, your stomach coiling under pressure at your release. His nails dig into your ass, and you come undone, your honeyed essence dripping down his chin as he drinks you in. You beg him to stop, but he continues his onslaught, causing you to cum again shortly after.

“You are going to suck me dry,” you rasp, out of breath.

He finally pulls away, licking his lips, a sly grin plastered on his face as he lifts your leg up, slowly rubbing his shaft.

“Wait,” you attempt to sit up. “You don’t want me to do it?”

“No,” he eases himself inside of you. “I don’t have time for that. I need to feel you.”

You know you should have asked him to put on a condom, but the moment he climbed over and plowed into you, your sense of reasoning went out the door. He fucks you likes he missed you, rapaciously pounding into you like a street whore, and you return his aggression with your nails dug deep into his back. He cups your mouth with his big hands, kissing you and taking your energy away as you reach your peak once more.

“Go ahead,” Kun grits his teeth. “I want to feel you all over me.”

No second later, you splash everywhere, squirting all over him and his sheets, surprising yourself as you have never done that with anyone before. He finishes shortly after, releasing his hot load on your stomach, kissing you tenderly until he was well spent.

“Phew!” You collapse on the bed, your vision blurry, and your energy depleted. You hear him chuckle, and you roll your eyes, slightly annoyed at his arrogance. He’s obviously picked up a thing or two while you were gone, and you wouldn’t mind doing this with him again if only you didn’t have to kill him. You hear him leave and go into the bathroom, and you sit up, looking around for what you can find on him before he gets out. You notice a planner on the nightstand, and you rummage through it, finding his schedule of the week, and you make mental notes. You hear the sink water come on, and you quickly put it back and get back into the position before he comes out.

“Are you tired?” He comes out with a hand towel, taking care to wipe his semen off of my stomach.

“A little,” you admit, your body sinking comfortably into the bed.

“Well, stay the night,” he suggests, disposing of the hand towel and coming back into bed.

“Eh,” you sound unsure. “I’m not trying to put you out of your bed, and I don’t want you getting ideas.”

Kun shakes his head, pulls you closer to him, and you lay back down. “I’m not the one who was in love years ago. As long as you know this isn’t going to be more than this, you can stay as many nights as you want.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say sarcastically, nuzzling into the pillow. “I’m not the same girl you grew up with. You’ll see.”

It’s been five months since that night, and things started to change. He was still the Kun you grew up with, but softer. He was still a shrewd mafia boss and ran his business with an iron fist, but with you, he was sweet. His eyes shined when you walked into the room; he continued to fuck you mercilessly and doted on you like a princess after. It became more than fuck sessions, the calls wanting to know about your day and randomly showing up with dinner. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was falling in love with you.

You would be a liar if you didn’t admit to yourself that you started to have some feelings for him and you enjoyed his company, but as much as you want that companionship, the mafia comes first, and he has to go. You’ve been getting heat from your family, who wants this charade to end so you can finally take your place at the head of the Zodiacs. You pushed it off longer than you’d realize, and after the insistent nagging in every meeting, you decided tonight was the night.

“Hey,” you let Kun into your condo, dressed in a white tee and gray sweatpants. You invited him over, making up a lie about someone following you home. Your hair is pinned into a bun, and you just got out of the shower. You have had to kill before, but this was different; you never had to kill someone you cared about.

“Where did you say he was following you,” Kun asks, looking out your window.

“I was leaving the warehouse, and I noticed this sedan was following me,” you fake a sigh, more so to calm your nerves. “I went a long way home and was able to lose them, thank God.”

“Mmhmm,” is all he says, and he continues to look outside and around your place, checking to see if anyone else was inside. You act completely natural, flipping through the channels until you find something semi-decent to put on the tv, not that you’ll be watching it much.

“You know you didn’t have to call me over here,” Kun plops on the couch next to you, laying his head on your nap. “You could’ve called one of your guards here.”

“I know,” you shrug, playing in his hair. “But I wanted you over here. Is that such a bad thing?”

He perks his lips up, and you kiss him, the sweet taste lingering on his lips that has you wanting more. His hands take out your bun, allowing your hair to fall down your face.

“I’m glad you asked me over,” Kun whispers, leaving the last kiss on your nose. Your heart is touched, and you start to feel tears form, so you make a motion that you are getting up and go into the bathroom, leaning against the door. You wish there was another way to be in charge and still have him. You went into this cold-hearted and not wanting love, but here he is, sucking you in again like years before. You take a long look in the mirror before reaching underneath the sink for the pistol you kept hidden there. Your hands are searching for it before you bend and look for yourself, grabbing it and taking it out of its case. You take a deep breath and open the door, Kun on the other side startling you.

“Jesus!” You exclaim, clutching your shirt. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You walk past him into the kitchen for a glass of water. You feel your face hot from embarrassment, and you gulp your water down, ready to face what’s to come.

“Are you okay?” you hear Kun behind you. “You seem a bit off.”

It’s now or never, you say to yourself. You clear your throat and pull out the gun from behind you, aiming for Kun’s head. Instead of looking shocked, he sighs heavily, taking a seat on one of the stools.

“It was only a matter of time, I suppose,” he surmises, raking his hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” your voice is small, fighting back the tears. “I wish this could have ended differently.”

“It can be different,” he pleads. “Let’s leave this life behind. Run away with me.”

You look at him incredulously before bursting into laughter, your voice bellowing throughout your kitchen. You two were both born into the mafia families; it’s either them or death. No way you can just leave without being hunted down.

“You sound crazy,” you scoff, scratching your left temple with your gun. “You are just saying that to get out of this.” You cock the safety back, ready to pull the trigger.

“Have you ever known me to be a liar, Y/N?” he asks, slowly getting off of the stool. “I knew you were sent to kill me the day you showed up at my club. No way you just randomly showed up to see me.”

You keep your poker face, but your heart is pounding at his revelation. You thought you covered your tracks, keeping your i’s dotted and your t’s crossed. What happened?

“Come on, I’m in the business Y/N. I already know how this goes,” he points out, moving closer to you.

“So if you knew, why haven’t you stopped me?” You move your finger to the trigger, something he notices and stops dead in his tracks.

“I fell in love with you,” he confesses. “I went into this thinking that I could have a little fun before we eventually would have to square off, but you made me want love… You reminded me of the times we were kids and growing up together, and it feels good. I don’t want to lose that.”

The silence is deafening, the tears you were blocking pouring out of your eyes.

“I know you feel the same,” Kun steps slowly to you again, entering your personal space. “I know you want to leave this life behind.”

You hate that he is right, and if you had the strength, you would end it right here and now. But his eyes are showing a vision of love, an alternate reality where you two can be together without having to look over your shoulders; A life of leisure with your childhood sweetheart, the love of your life.

“But how could this even work—”

You’re cut off with his lips pressed against yours, almost knocking you out your senses. You give in to his feelings, setting the gun on the counter and placing your hands on his neck, deepening the kiss.

“Let’s find a way to end this together,” Kun’s voice is shaky, his eyes peering into your soul.

You nod, sniffling as you turn around and reach for a paper towel to dry your face.

“I love you, Y/N.”

That’s the last thing you remember before the gun went off and everything faded to black.

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| summary | In New York, the City that Never Sleeps, Aria can’t sleep. So, her roommate comes up with a skeptical idea, and ropes Mark into it as well.

| word count | 3.7k

| warnings | one (1) curse word

| era | circa. April 2019

92. "Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

New York City.

Forever illuminated in light, forever alive and bustling down below the skyrises that towered above the people that wandered through the streets no matter what time was displayed on the clocks. The city was teeming with energy, bubbling beneath the surface as it waited for a chance to explode.

Traffic backlogged street to street, wandering souls pattering around the block in search of nothing, aimlessly strolling past the busy business-goers, those that carried briefcases with carefully filed notes and papers, and those that had dragged themselves out of their beds for the graveyard shift in the neon-lighted coffeehouse.

24-hour Coffee! The best coffee you’ll find in the Big Apple!

The noise outside the window was muffled through the thick glass but the busy sounds of the city still filtered through, gently falling in to the otherwise silent hotel room.

Aria rolled over onto her side, pressing her head into the soft pillow. The red LED lights of the alarm clock sitting on the locker beside her bed was boring the colour into her retinas, and no good could come from simply watching the minutes tick by.

The blankets were soft, if not a little cold on her skin, and she pulled her legs into her chest to rub at the exposed skin lightly. Donghyuck had insisted on leaving the air conditioning on as they slept, the boy living up to his name Fullsun as he ran hot near-constantly, but that left Aria to shiver slightly despite the mountain of blankets she had buried herself beneath.

Rolling back over to the cool side of the pillowcase, Aria let her eyes fall on Donghyuck’s back.

The boy wasn’t asleep - she could hear the low sounds coming from the airpods in his ears as he watched something on his phone - but he looked comfortable enough that she was reluctant to disturb him.

It had been a long day, and tomorrow was their only real designated day in this area before they were scheduled to be flown out to their next concert.

Aria loved touring, but it was hard to keep going sometimes. She assumed that Donghyuck thought the same, and that’s why instead of insisting that the pair of them watched something on his laptop, or played a game, he was letting her sleep in peace.

He had watched Aria push herself past what they both had thought her limits had been that day - watched as she stumbled through the final songs of their set with blurry eyes and a shaking frame. He’d moved to wrap an arm around her waist as soon as they had broken formation, and she’d given him a shaky smile for his efforts.

Donghyuck had guided a rapidly blinking Aria through their ending ments and off the stage, catching her as she slipped down the last two steps. He’d practically carried her into the car, waving off an insisting Yuta, who was adamant that he could help despite still favoring the ankle he had rolled two nights ago.

They were all running a little worse-for-wear, but, by god the crowds made up for it.

He had known that NCT 127 had an international fanbase, had known that they were popular overseas for years. But there was nothing like seeing a crowd of five thousand, even eight thousand people from a country that didn’t speak their language, singing their songs and screaming their fanchants at the top of their lungs.

It settled into his bones, pushed him past his old boundaries to create new ones, made him want to keep going and keep singing, keep dancing, keep performing until his knees went from beneath him and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Donghyuck knew Aria felt the same, and that’s why he took it upon himself to pull her away when she needed him to.

Despite their broadly opposite personalities - truly the sun and the moon when it came down to it - they were similar in so many ways. Scarily so.

Scary, in so far as the fact that Donghyuck knew when Aria couldn’t take it anymore, knew when she was stumbling and falling not because she was tired but because she’d hurt her back again and was unwilling to talk about it. Scary, in the fact that he knew when she wasn’t telling them something, choosing to bite her lip instead of letting whatever worry that was bouncing around in her head fall onto their shoulders to help carry the weight.

Donghyuck wanted to help her carry those things. Even if that meant carrying her as well.

The two of them had slipped into the hotel room at nine minutes past ten, showering briefly in the small bathroom they had adjoined to the left wall and slid into the two beds with a quiet goodnight. It had been silent since Aria had leant down to turn off the centre light, only the light peeking through the curtains from the street and the light of Donghyuck’s phone screen to illuminate the dark room left.

He had thought she had fallen asleep soon after - given the bleary squinted look she had given him in the van home as she told her to not fall asleep just yet, that they’d be home soon and then she could sleep - so you could imagine his surprise as he flipped over in the bed, letting the phone fall face down and was met with the image of Aria starfished over her single bed, staring open-eyed at the ceiling.

“Ari?” Donghyuck cleared his throat. “Ari? Why’re you awake still?”

Aria’s head flopped to the side to look at Donghyuck in the opposite bed, blinking once at him before closing her eyes and groaning. “Can’t sleep.”

He hummed, lifting up the corner of his blanket with a hand as the other pushed his phone onto the bedside locker to make sure it didn’t fall off the bed.

Without a word, Aria slid out from underneath her own blankets - pulling one from the top layer - and padded across the room to slide into Donghyuck’s embrace, fluffing the extra blanket on top of them both.

Donghyuck sniffed a laugh at her, but said nothing as he dropped his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him and snuggled his head into where her shoulder meets her neck.

Aria giggled lightly at his hair tickling her skin, moving her head away from the strands until the hand around her waist squeezed once.

“It tickles,” She whispered.

“But m’comfy like this,” He responded, shoving his head further in if possible and throwing a leg over hers.

“Just-” Aria moved some of his hair away from her face. “Better.”

“Better?”

“Its not in my face anymore.”

Donghyuck lifted his head from her shoulder to peer up at her face. “Why couldn’t you sleep? You were sleepy in the van.”

Aria huffed. “No I wasn’t.”

“You hit your head against the window when you dozed off.”

“I-”

“Twice.”

She sighed through her nose. “If it bruises I’m going to be upset. My face is my only selling point right now.”

A silence permeated the room, and Donghyuck sat up.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asked again.

Aria flipped to lay on her stomach, shoving her head into the pillow. “I dunno. Think I have some excess energy to burn off or something.”

“You were literally dead on your feet three hours ago,” Donghyuck said.

“I know that. I just, feel like I need to go on a walk or something. Just to move or do something that isn’t lying in a bed in the middle of New York.” Aria muffled out into the fabric, kicking her legs slightly.

Donghyuck caught a wayward ankle before it could hit him in the face. “Hey, kicking your best friend was not on that list!”

“It could be.”

Scowling, he fell back beside her, scooching closer. The pair laid together for a moment, listening to the sound of traffic from outside.

“You want to go for a walk?” Donghyuck was the one to break the silence, looking down at Aria.

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go.”

Aria lifted her head to blink up at him. “It’s like,” she broke off to turn her head towards the clock, blinking rapidly to bring the LED numbers into view, “Half one in the morning, I don’t think the hotel gym is open.”

“I don’t mean the gym. I mean out there.” Donghyuck pointed to the window.

This time it was Aria who sat up, rubbing at her eyes. “Hyuck, what?”

“You want to go for a walk? Let’s go for a walk. Who’s gonna stop us?”

“Our managers? The fact that its nearly two in the morning? The fact that Taeyong will kill us?” She said, bewildered.

Donghyuck sat up to face her properly. “They won’t know! We could be quick - promise. You can’t tell me you don’t want to see the city properly.”

Aria spluttered. “We have seen the city! We took that bus tour around when we first arrived!”

He scoffed. “I meant properly, Ari. Like a local. How the city is meant to be.”

“We could get murdered.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d let that happen.”

Aria swallowed. “What happens if we get caught on the way out?”

“Simple: Lie.” Donghyuck leant back on his hands like this wasn’t the worst plan he had ever come up with in his nineteen years of life.

It wasn’t often that Aria went along with his ideas - nine times out of ten, she was usually the one talking him out of them. It was only when she’d run out of patience, or the will to give the effort to barter logic out with him that she’d give in. Or in cases like this.

“Fine.”

Donghyuck let out a whoop, reaching over to the locker to snag his phone off the top of it and flicking the screen unlocked. Aria in turn proceeded to roll off the bed and onto the carpet, looking for the pair of leggings she had worn through the airport to cover her legs so she didn’t go wandering around the city in a pair of sleep shorts.

Finding the black coloured material hanging on the back of the chair, she could hear Donghyuck texting someone behind her.

“Who’s that?” She asked, not bothering to turn around as she moved into the bathroom and partially shut the door to allow her both privacy and the ability to continue her conversation with him.

“Mark - Thought we should tell someone where we’re gone, right?”

Aria stopped. “Does he want to come?”

“Given the angry texts I’ve just received about quote, missing out on stuff like this now that he’s not in Dream: I’d say a solid yes.”

Aria nodded, before realizing that he couldn’t see her. “Is Jungwoo coming as well then?”

Mark was rooming with Jungwoo this time around, the members alternating on a rotational basis.

Donghyuck shook his head. “No, he says that Jungwoo is too tired. He’ll keep a lookout for Taeyong for us though, which is good.”

“Huh, that’s nice of him.” Aria re-emerged from the bathroom, leggings pulled up over her hips and a large hoodie swamping her frame. With her thin wire glasses, she looked cosy and extremely comfortable.

Donghyuck himself was still wearing a pair of sweatpants, and pulled one of his hoodies on over his t-shirt before rummaging in the pile of shoes to find something comfortable.

Without looking back, he tossed out Aria’s runners, who caught them with a thanks before sitting down on the ground to do up the laces.

He succeeded in finding his own pair of shoes, pulling them in just before two light knocks sounded against their door. Aria pulled it open to reveal a bleary-eyed but excited Mark, a padded jacket pulled over his jumper.

"You are insane." Was the first thing out of his mouth.

"You're welcome to leave?" Sniffed Aria.

Mark frowned. "I never said I wasn't."

Opening the door wider, she revealed Donghyuck who had just stood up from the edge of the bed, brushing down his pants. He looked up to meet Mark's eyes and grinned.

"Let's go!" He cheered, moving to walk out into the hallway but being stopped by Aria catching the neck of his jumper and tugging him back.

Looking at her quizzically, he raised an eyebrow.

"You need a coat? It's nearly two in the morning it's going to be cold outside."

Aria herself had pulled on a jacket once Mark had arrived, but Donghyuck was still only clad in a threadbare hoodie that wouldn't protect him from the cold outside.

Reaching back over the bed, he pulled out his cost from beneath a chair and slid his arms into it wordlessly. He turned to Aria and spread his arms out into a display. "Happy?"

"It's better."

"Guys do you think we could not do this in the hallway? I really don't want to get caught by someone right now." Mark's voice came from just inside the doorway.

"Right, right," Aria agreed, shoving Donghyuck out the door and snatching the keycard off the table just before they left.

She slipped the keycard into her inside pocket of her jacket, zipping it closed before patting the padded material lightly. “Safe and sound.”

Mark, closed the door behind them. The beep sounded as the mechanism locked itself, and the trio were left standing alone in the empty hallway.

Donghyuck stretched his arms above his head, wincing slightly as his shoulder clicked. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

Aria paused. “Hyuck, you don’t speak English.”

“I’m deaf and you don’t speak English.”

“And what do I do? You planning on leaving me for dead?” Mark asked, arms crossed.

Donghyuck only pat him on the shoulder, moving to rest his weight onto his elbow. “You, are fast. You’ll be fine.”

“You, are a terrible influence.”

“A proud one.”

Aria put a hand on one of their shoulders each, pushing the two boys forward down the hallway insistently. “Let’s not have this argument where we can be found in incriminating circumstances, okay boys?”

Donghyuck snorted. “Aria we’re not going to go to jail for sneaking out.”

“Doyoung might put Aria on house arrest,” Mark countered.

“Then let’s not wait around for him to find her!”

With that, the trio made their way down the hallway, choosing to take the stairs down to the ground floor instead of the elevator - hoping to avoid as many people as possible. Aria had slipped three black facemasks into her pocket before they had left the room, knowing that if they were to be spotted they’d need something to help them blend in.

The front doors of the hotel slid open with a quiet beep, and she was blasted with a cold front of air. She could feel her nose twitch slightly at the breeze, and knew that she’d be returning with a rosy tinge to her skin if they stayed out longer than a few minutes.

But instead of letting that bother her, Aria chose to focus on the identical wide grins Donghyuck and Mark sported, both boys looking around in wonder at the lights that surrounded them on the pavement.

“Shall we?” Aria extended her arms playfully, giggling lightly as they both linked their arms into hers.

Beginning their walk down the pavement, she could only look around in wonder. New York truly lived up to it’s name - dozens of people were milling about even at this time, all clad in various thicknesses of coats, and Aria felt herself relax minutely at the knowledge that the trio didn’t stick out against the colorful lights like a sore thumb.

Each street had something new, and her eyes grew wider with every sign they passed as they walked.

“Mark look!” Aria pointed towards a small bookstore on the corner of the block, dropping his arm to run towards the window. “Doesn’t that look like the notebook you wanted to get in Atlanta?”

A small, green leather-bound notebook had piqued Mark’s interest in the city earlier that month, but by the time he had had the time to get to the bookstore, the notebook had been sold.

The notebook that Aria pointed out was near identical - perhaps a little bit thicker, but close enough to the original that Mark was already planning on how he was going to get back to this street tomorrow when all the shops were opened back up.

“Do you think we could come back here tomorrow to get it for you?” Aria looked away from the window, eyes shining hopefully.

Mark reached out to tug Aria underneath his arm, pulling her into his side. “I’m sure we can figure something out, Ari.”

She clapped her hands lightly to celebrate, before Donghyuck was taking them both by the hand and dragging them both back down the street which they had walked up.

“Now, while you’ve both been looking for fancy notebooks, I’ve been doing some important area recon, and have discovered that,” He trailed off, continuing walking with a firm grip on their wrists.

“Ta-da!” Donghyuck came to a stop, releasing their wrists before making jazz hands beside his face.

Behind him, was a small food cart with an attendee that looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world.

“Pretzels?” Mark asked with a tilted head.

“Pretzels.” Donghyuck nodded emphatically.

Aria tugged lightly on the younger boy’s sleeve. “Hyuck, I don’t think any of us brought money with us-”

Donghyuck hummed, cutting her off. “Got you covered, angel.” pulling out his phone and taking several small bills from behind his opaque phone case.

Turning to the attendee with a blinding smile he strolled forward to the cart, opening his mouth to begin speaking.

“Can I.. we..”

Mark stepped up behind him. “Order,” he whispered, facing the pavement so his lips weren’t visible to the man.

“Order.. three.. three,”

“Pretzels,”

“Pretzels please?” Donghyuck finished, looking up at the man curiously.

“Yeah,” Came the deadened response. “That’ll be $9.87.”

Donghyuck fumbled with his hands momentarily, before placing three bills into the awaiting hand and stepping back from the cart, shoving his hands into his pocket.

Aria came up beside him as Mark waited at the front of the cart. “Hyuck, I don’t think I should..”

He turned his head to look at her. “Hm?”

“I don’t think I should, eat that. You know?” She looked down knawing at her lip slightly.

“I think you should.” He said.

“No I really shouldn’t-”

Aria was cut off by Mark approaching them, three warm pretzels in his hand. He handed one to Donghyuck who took it with an affirming hum before ripping into the bread with his teeth, and handed the other to a cautious Aria.

After Mark had taken his first bite, he looked quizzically at Aria who was staring traitorously at the bread in her hand. “Ari?”

She sighed, dropping her shoulders a little. “I’m sorry, I don’t know if I should-”

Aria squeaked when both Donghyuck’s and Mark’s glare was turned on her. “Guys I-”

“Pretzel.”

A protest formed on the top of her tongue, but fell flat when Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Ok, ok sorry.” Aria took a bite from the now-cooling snack.

Satisfied, both boys went back to their own snacks, sighing lightly as the trio continued their walk back down the streets they had come. From a different angle, they noticed new things each time, and it was so easy to lose track of the time when they were staring up in wonder at the neon lights.

The atmosphere was broken by a ping from Mark’s phone.

Jungwoo [2:08] uh

Jungwoo [2:08] taeyong hyung started his rounds

Jungwoo [2:08] id recommend getting ur asses back

Jungwoo [2:09] ill stall him

Mark [2:09] how long do we have

Jungwoo [2:09] seven minutes. tops

Mark [2:09] fuck

The trio turned on their heels, pelting down the pavement.

The people they passed looked oddly at them - they must have made a comical sight. Three twenty-year-olds, dressed in padded jackets and facemasks sprinting down the street at two am. They looked like they’d just committed a robbery.

Aria could feel sweat beading at her forehead beneath her headband, pulling it off and tucking it into her pocket. These shoes were not designed for sprinting, and she could feel the rough plastic digging into her ankle already.

“How long do you think it’ll take us to get back?” Aria yelled over to the other boys, the blood rushing in her ears.

Mark slipped out his phone from his pocket, pulling it up close to his face and checking the time. “Four minutes? We’ve gone in a big circle.”

“We’re dead.” Donghyuck breathed out harshly, picking up speed.

Silence filled in the wind rushing past their ears, feet pounding against the pavement. Mark barely stopped himself before crashing into a small child clinging sleepily to an older woman’s hand; twisting his body out of the way at the last second before profusely apologizing.

It seemed like an eternity before they reached the front doors of the hotel they were staying at for the next two nights.

Panting, Aria slowed to a walk, pulling at the neck of her sweater to fan herself. She took slow and deep breaths, trying to calm her pulse before they made their way into the lobby.

Starting forward, she was stopped by Donghyuck’s hand on her shoulder and Mark’s sharp intake of breath.

“Oh. Oh god.”

“Mark? You alright?” Aria turned to face the boy, watching his face drain of colour.

He lifted a hand, pointing to the one window on the fifth floor with a light still on. It stood out against the other darkened windows, like a lightstick in a sea of concert-goers. And there, illuminated against the cream-coloured curtains, was Taeyong’s silhouette.

Donghyuck huffed. “Aria, this was a terrible idea!”

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kittyywritess · 2 years

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Some fanfics:

Nct:

Ongoing Reincarnated: ten x reader (Fluf)

Coming soon Time swap: johnny x reader (Fluf)

Coming soon Not really brothers: mark x jaehyun (Fluf + Non fluf)

Coming soon Come back: jungwoo x jaehyun (Fluf)

Blackpink:

Coming soon Mommy?: jennie x reader (Smut)

Coming soon ??????: lisa x reader (???)

Enhypen:

Coming soon My sunshine: niki x sunoo (fluf)

Coming soon My love for him: niki x sunoo (fluf)

Coming soon ??????: jungwon x reader (???)

Coming soon ??????: jake x sunghoon (???)

Bts:

Coming soon My vampire: jk x v (Smut)

Coming soon My besties dad: rm x jin (Fluf + Non fluf)

Coming soon Princes love too: jimin x suga (Fluf)

Seventeen:

Coming soon My princess: vernon x reader (Sumt)

Coming soon Studio prince: woozi x reader (Fluf)

Coming soon ??????: dino x reader (???)

Ateez:

Coming soon My boy: san x wooyoung (Smut)

Coming soon Sunny days Rainy nights: jungho x reader (Fluf + non fluf)

Coming soon Forced: hongjoong x reader (Sumt)

Itzy:

Coming soon Red love: ryujin x reader (Non fluf but not smut)

Coming soon Mark my word: yuna x reader (Non fluf but not smut)

I hope you look forward to them <3

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tyongf-nct · 4 years

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tease - lee haechan (2.7k)

This had been going on for weeks.

Haechan was being a little shit, as usual. As one of a very small group of stylists assigned to SM’s group NCT 127, you each had a few members to take care of specifically. You were mostly in charge of styling Mark and Haechan’s hair, but sometimes you helped with other members if it was needed. You rarely had time for others, though, considering how much the two of them screwed around when you were trying to make them look stage-ready. Or presentable, at the very least.

Mark was older but that didn’t make him any less giggly, always squirming and so focused on chatting with the other members and staff that you practically had to chase him around backstage with your blow dryer. Haechan could be more subdued when you needed him to be, but at what cost? He teased you endlessly, always whispering cheeky things in your ear when you’d lean down to fix a stray hair or comb through it gently. You had been spraying a product like there was tomorrow, gluing his hair into place for the upcoming performance when he leaned in and murmured about how well those pants shaped your ass.

You snorted, slapping him lightly on the shoulder before going back to work. If you gave him the satisfaction of a comment then it would signify his victory, and there was no way you’d be giving him that. To be completely honest, the game the two of you had going was actually kind of fun. Haechan would push you to see how far you’d take his comments before either getting annoyed and giving him the silent treatment or blushing and stuttering your way out of the conversation. Usually you tried to remain expressionless, not wanting him to know how much his words actually affected you, but it was getting harder the more daring he got. These days, he was brushing a gentle hand across your cheek or pulling his fingers through your belt loop when you leaned in close to fix his hair.

It wasn’t as if it was completely inappropriate. You were the same age as him, the youngest member of the styling team, but you didn’t feel like you had a lot to prove. You had the necessary training and no one took you any less seriously just because you were younger. You were surrounded by young idols, too, so you felt pretty comfortable around everyone. The only thing that was inappropriate was Haechan’s constant flirting, to the point where it would distract you from your work because you were thinking of him slamming you up against a wall when you should have been doing his hair for the concert.

“You know, after the show, we could hang out, just the two of us,” Haechan murmured, low and deep in your ear. You pulled away from his face, satisfied with your work, and rolled your eyes.

“In your dreams, big boy.” He laughed, eyes glistening brilliantly and golden skin warm with affection. He was annoyingly beautiful, even before the makeup artist would get to do her part. You smirked, shaking your head with a chuckle and getting out of the way to let the rest of the team finish him up. You made your way over to Mark, who was chatting animatedly with Jungwoo, to nag at him for messing up his hair that you had done earlier.

“Would it kill you to be gentle with it for just a few moments?” You groaned. He laughed, smiling sheepishly, shrugging while Jungwoo laughed at him, pointing a mocking finger. You hurriedly fixed the damage, spraying some pieces back in place and fluffing it up a bit. It was rather dry from being dyed recently so you made a mental note to have him deep condition later tonight.

“I promise I’ll be careful. And I’ll tell Haechan to do the same,” he said, ears red. You smiled and nodded, leaving him to finish getting ready. For the rest of the time backstage as the boys waited to perform, you circled the room like a hawk, fluffing and spraying and making sure they looked perfect for the fans, not a hair out of place. You only took a seat when they left the dressing room to go on stage, huffing out a tired breath. Your work wasn’t finished though, because you and the rest of the team still had to clean up the mess you’d made during the process of getting the boys ready. Nine boys generated a lot of products and tools, and the tables of the dressing room looked like a tornado had come through to wreak havoc. About half an hour went by before everything had been packed away in bags, trash thrown out, and supplies loaded back into the van the stylists took separately to leave. You waited backstage for the boys to come back after their show, sweaty and exhausted but still needing to take some pictures for the group Instagram. You had deliberately kept a few tools out to touch them up, fixing Mark before quickly combing Haechan’s sweaty hair back into place.

“How did I do?” Haechan smirked, meeting your eyes. You were dangerously close to his face, leaning in close so you could spray down a stubborn piece of hair. You fought to keep the smile off your face, chuckling under your breath while trying to ignore the way your stomach fluttered. Despite being so sweaty, he smelled amazing, and looked even better. In your opinion, he always looked the best after a performance, where adrenaline and the nerves of being in front of an audience had done him justice. His skin was tanned and flushed, the ultra light foundation starting to rub off his skin. His eyes were dancing with the high of performing, and he was always in the best mood after singing for his fans.

“I didn’t watch the performance,” you said, sighing as you set the comb down. That would have to do; the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead certainly wasn’t helping but he still looked good enough for a photo.

“Too bad. I was excellent, really,” he sang. You rolled your eyes, patting him mockingly on the shoulder.

“Sure you were, buddy.”

He scoffed, obviously offended at the nickname.

“Don’t emasculate me!”

You cackled, turning away from him to clean up the small area in front of you.

“Y/n,” Haechan spoke with a lower tone, quiet enough so that only you could hear it.

“Hmm?” You were too nervous to turn back around, truthfully. The feeling in the pit of your stomach grew, nerves and hormones taking over as thoughts of what he always teased possibly coming true.

“Why can’t we just move past this stage? I’m tired of the teasing, and I can tell by the way you’re blushing that you are too,” he said. You wanted to scoff, roll your eyes, something. But you knew he was right. He was perfectly aware of how his teasing words and gestures made you feel, especially considering you weren’t exactly good at hiding it.

“And where would we go?” You couldn’t believe your own words. Were you actually proposing that the two of you ran off to some room and did it? By the surprised look on Haechan’s face, he wasn’t expecting that answer either.

“W-well, um, we could...wait. I know a place,” he stated firmly. Thoughts of getting lectured by your superiors, or even fired ran through your mind, but the confident look in his eyes and the darkness of his pupils clouded your judgment.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s go. You’re right, I am tired of the teasing. In fact, you’re driving me fucking insane,” you voice shook. Haechan’s jaw dropped, probably unable to believe he had actually convinced you, but he closed it almost immediately. He took your hand, not even announcing the two of you were leaving and walked quickly out the door. No one questioned you both, or even seemed to notice you were leaving, the chatter and excitement of backstage after a show too loud to make anyone realize what was happening.

Your hand felt sweaty against his, which was warm and tight and sure. He practically dragged you out, his grip on your hand secure as he led you to an unmarked door somewhere backstage. It was sort of dark and you weren’t really paying attention anyway, the dirty thoughts and Haechan’s figure in front of you fogging your mind.

He opened the door, checking to make sure no one was looking, before pulling you inside after him. He fumbled to find the light switch for a moment, succeeding after the white fluorescents blinked on brightly. He backed you up until you were flat against the door, breath coming out in short huffs as his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, placing his hands on your hips. He leaned in, stopping when he was just a few centimeters from your face. You could feel his hot breath fanning across your skin, his lips close enough to yours that you tingled with nerves.

“I know,” you smirked. He laughed quietly, shaking his head before meeting your eyes, making sure you were comfortable. You smiled softly, nodding once before he crashed his mouth to yours. You tried not to moan right away, the relief of finally kissing him so strong it crashed into you like an ocean wave. He opened his mouth, tongue sliding against your lips until you granted him access. He kissed you deeply, groaning against you when you slid your hands under the front of his shirt, feeling his smooth stomach. His skin was hot to the touch, the heat of the moment and leftover excitement from the performance flushing his entire body. He broke the kiss for only a moment, enough time to slip off his top before grabbing your face with both hands to smash his lips against yours once more.

You reached around the curve of his shoulders, nails digging in as he slowly unbuttoned your top. He moaned lightly when he felt the curve of your breasts inside your bra, kneading them roughly before moving his lips down to suck at your neck. His teeth brushed against the underside of your jaw, pulling a whine from you as you slid your hands down his back. You fumbled to unbutton his pants, eventually working the zipper open and palming his already hardening bulge. A throaty groan escaped him, his chest pressing against yours as you reached your hand inside his boxers.

You stroked Haechan slowly, working him up to a full erection as he licked and nipped at your throat, surely leaving little marks dotted along your skin. You briefly wondered if anyone was questioning where the two of you were, but the thought fled from your mind as Haechan slipped a hand down your pants that had somehow become undone in the short amount of time you had been pumping his cock.

You gasped, surprised at the sudden contact of his digits against your slick core, but welcoming the sensation all the same. The two of you got each other worked up with your hands, gasping and cursing against the other with your heads buried in each other’s necks.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Haechan slipped a finger inside of you. His palm rubbed against your bundle of nerves as he opened you up, groaning at the way you slid your thumb over the slit of his cock.

“Y/n, this is great and all, but I’m going to fucking come in my pants if we keep at this,” he panted. A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, interrupting your strokes as you suddenly let go, nodding in agreement.

“Same.”

“Will you just let me fuck you?” He breathed. Your mouth dropped open, though you weren’t sure why you were shocked at his words when this is exactly what you had been hoping for over these last few weeks. You guessed just hearing the words, actually having his hand down your pants in the moment was finally hitting you for the first time.

“Yes. God, yes, please,” you whined.

“Finally begging for me. I knew I’d win,” he grinned, and you slapped his bare shoulder.

He cackled, pressing his lips firmly against your own once before lowering his pants to his knees. You decided to take yours all the way off, the tight jeans too constricting for what was about to happen. You were dripping with arousal by this point, the feeling of it pooling in your panties so uncomfortable you took those off as well, tossing them somewhere behind Haechan. He moaned softly at the sight of you naked and bare, reaching around your torso to unhook your bra and massage your breasts. His thumbs flicked across your nipples, sending ripples of pleasure across your skin as you shuddered. Haechan lifted you by the underside of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he teased his tip against your folds. You moaned, throwing your head back against the door as he sucked in a breath when he entered you. It was smooth and easy, like your body had been prepared for this for quite some time (which, honestly, it had).

“Holy shit,” his voice was thick, coated with desire as he pushed in and out of you at a quickening pace. The slide of his length inside of you sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, your eyes rolling back as Haechan fucked you against the door. His breath came out in short huffs, sweat dripping down his temple as he clenched his jaw in concentration. His eyebrows were furrowed but the rest of his face was relaxed, consumed in the pleasure of finally being inside of you.

“I can’t believe you’ve been teasing me for so long and now you’re going to fuck me so slowly,” you groan, wanting to poke at his pride. He grunted, annoyed at your comment before adjusting the angle and pounding into you even faster. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room as pleasure crashed into you, overwhelming you completely. You let your mouth hang out, moaning his name as he buried himself inside of you. The drag of his member against you felt euphoric, your walls clenching tightly as the mixture of your arousal and his precome made the slide that much easier.

“Is that better?” He panted. You moaned and nodded furiously, relishing in the way he lost himself in you. He kissed up your neck, sprinkling little praises onto your skin as the two of you reached your highs. You warned him by gripping onto his firm shoulders, letting your head rest back against the door as he thrusted into you, letting you ride it out as long as he could manage to hold back his own.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he whined, pitch upping a level at the end of his sentence. You tighten your core around him, the last bits of your orgasm fading out just as he was finishing. He thrusted in once, twice more before pulling out, stroking himself as he came with spurts of warm, white liquid all over your bare stomach. You moaned at the sight of it, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as your face heated at the thought of being covered in his come.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, watching his orgasm drip down your abdomen with dilated eyes. His chest heaved with exhaustion, both the performance for his fans he had just finished as well as the one that just happened for you probably making his body extremely tired.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then head back, they’re definitely wondering where we are by now,” you suggested, and he tore his eyes away from your stomach to nod, meeting your eyes. A cheeky smile crossed his features, making you shake your head with a laugh before giving him a signature slap on the shoulder.

“Let’s go, asshole.”

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