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writemekpop · 8 months
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Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong
Summary:  Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.
Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff
Word Count: 0.7k
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“Yeah, baby, just like that.” 
Taeyong’s breaths were hot against your ear.
With a pre-schooler in the house, you didn’t have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.
He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort. 
You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both. 
You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive. 
His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. 
It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap – but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasn’t looking, you couldn’t resist.
Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.
You turned your head to the side. That’s when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark. 
You yelped. 
Taeyong’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore. 
It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a bird’s nest. 
“Mommy, daddy, what are you doing?” 
You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt. 
Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest. 
Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched. 
Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. “Daddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, we’ll be there in a minute.”
The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said “okay”, and padded away. 
You didn’t realise that you’d been holding your breath this entire time. 
You exhaled, feeling dizzy. “Holy shit. Do you think she… saw anything?” 
Taeyong smiled softly. “She’s four. Even if she saw something, she’s not going to know what it means.”
You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughter’s face flashed into your mind’s eye, and you grimaced. 
“How are you so calm about this?” 
Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. “This happened to me once before.” 
You frowned. “When?” 
Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. “Um… my ex’s kid once walked in on us, you know… doing it… on the couch. So I know exactly what to say – it’s a grown-up hug, privacy is important, it’s not your fault, blah blah blah.”
You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didn’t like to be reminded of it.  
Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous. 
“Come on, momma.” He purred. “Let’s go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.” 
You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.
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After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep. 
You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand.  
You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. “That was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.” 
Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz. 
“I’m sure I can convince you.” 
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marklydaydreams · 9 months
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— religious
Mark can’t take his eyes off you. 
He can’t believe he got this lucky, he can’t believe you’re this beautiful, this ethereal; his stare burns through you and pins you in place. His gaze is so feral and yet so soft for you — it makes you shiver. His bright eyes drink you in like you’re the only thing that ever mattered in this world, the only thing that mattered to him; he wants to be the only one for you, now, and forever. 
He walks up to the edge of the bed and sits at your feet, reaching out to massage them softly. You cock your head in mild surprise, but don’t question it  — this was one of those days when Mark liked to take his time, worshiping every inch of what belonged to him. His smile mirrors yours as he pulls himself further up the bed, settling between your legs and running his hands down your thighs. 
“What am I supposed to do?” he asks, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “How am I supposed to know anything when you look like this?”
You run your fingers along the nape of his neck. Mark lets out a long sigh and you absently wonder how tired he was. Your hands run along his toned arms, gently coaxing him closer to you. Mark pulled away slowly, his eyes taking in every tiny detail of your face as if memorizing it, and it embarrassed you somehow.  He smiled when he saw the color tinting your cheeks, taking it as an excuse to press feather light kisses on your face.
“You’re gonna make me forget who I am,” Mark mumbled, still grinning, “Are you going to take responsibility for who I’m about to become?”
“Who do you want to be?”
Mark scoffs at your words. 
As his lips find yours, his answer melts on your tongue — yours.
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mykoreanlove · 2 months
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don't leave my side no
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Taemin would be the one dragging you with him to every social gathering, especially the ones held by his friends and acquaintances. He waited a lifetime for you and that was more than enough. Being apart for more than a second felt like torture to him. He needed you for his mind. His psyche. His soul.
Taemin would be the one eagerly happy seeing you get along with the most important people in his circle. He’d let you be on your own, yet always keeping an eye on you like a hawk. He loved watching you when you felt unnoticed, all natural and authentic.
Taemin would be the one to study your every expression, never needing to hear you express your thoughts since your face said it all. Every gesture, every mimic was infatuating to him. You were infatuating to him.
Taemin would be the one taking your hand and guiding you to sit on his lap, separating you from the crowd you were interacting with. He’d place kisses on your neck, whispering how much he missed you. He’d whine when you replied with laughter, since you hadn’t been away at all. But to him you were.
Taemin would be the one to miss your touch on his skin, igniting his flesh with fire. He’d be the one missing your scent, clouding his thoughts with desire. He’d be the one missing your beautiful eyes as he got lost in them, not even realizing how starstruck he was.
Taemin would be the one persuading you to go home. To leave everything and everyone behind – everyone but him. He’d be the one whispering dirty things into your ear, seducing you with a preview of what was to come. He’d be the one pushing your hips down on his lap harder, making you feel how badly he craved what you had to offer.
Taemin would be the one to carry you into the bedroom like a princess but made love to you like you were a whore. He’d cater to your every desire, as long as you made him feel safe. Taemin would be the one to give you his all, going all in as long as you did the same. To him you were a precious jewel, someone that he longed for all his life.
Taemin would be the one thrusting into you while serenading declarations of love, eyes all glistening and vulnerable.
Taemin would be the one mumbling the dirtiest compliments, forgetting how shy he’d felt if the roles were reversed. He’d be the one holding you in his strong arms as you’d drift off to sleep. He’d be the one singing soundly, promising his undying love for you.
Taemin would be the one writing songs about situations like these, in which love met uncertainty. Because even if he was sure of his ever-lasting love for you, he could only hope you’d feel it, too.
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f9smaragdine · 1 month
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He look soo warm and cuddly
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stayshineee · 7 months
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Forget Me Not
pairing: bf!mark x f!reader
genre: angst
words: 680
a/n: hey guys! i was feeling a little angsty so here's a oneshot after a long break :)
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What do people hear when they die? Is it the waves crashing on the shore? Or is it bells chiming in the wind? Or do they hear nothing at all?
The first thing I remember hearing is a voice singing. I'm not sure what song it is but I can feel an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if I'm being wrapped in a warm hug. Home. The voice feels like home.
Then as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. I look around and all I see is white. I blindly attempt to move forward but no matter how fast or long I run, I don't budge from where I am.
Suddenly, the scene changes and I hear the voice again. Only this time, he's standing in front of me and calling out a name.
"Y/N! Y/N! haha come on stop that tickles hahaha! Y/N! "
Y/N? Who's Y/N? Why does my heart feel heavy hearing that name?
I'm sure he's still laughing, I can hear the mirth in his voice but I still can't see his face. I rub my eyes, yet when I open them he's still faceless as before but now I can see him walking on the beach, dancing in the rain, and nodding his head to the music from his headphones. It's strange.
The more the images, the more I feel like an intruder. As if I'm a stranger watching the highlights of someone else's life on repeat. And yet the sound of his laughter continues, as though he's telling me it's okay to watch.
All of a sudden, there's a loud crash and everything stops.
Silence.
And then I hear the screaming and crying. The sounds of despair cut through the silence and sends chills down my spine. My stomach churns and my ears ring. Then I hear the voice again. Only this time, it isn't laughing.
It's crying.
"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Nurse! Doctor! Somebody get the doctor! She's waking up!"
I slowly open my eyes but quickly shut them again. Why is everything so bright? Slowly, I blink my eyes open and look up to see shadows hovering around me.
"Ms. L/N ! Y/N L/N, can you hear me?"
I slowly look up to see a man in a white coat looking at me. He lets out a relieved sigh, as if he's happy to see me. He tells me that I am in the hospital because I was in an accident and have been in a coma for a 3 months.
3 months? I've been asleep for that long? My chest tightens as I register the gravity of the situation and I feel the tears pricking at my eyes. However, before I can succumb to the turmoil stirring within me, two arms wrap around me.
"Y/N I 'm so glad you're okay, I was so scared that you wouldn't wake up. I missed you so much."
The voice is shaky, as though he can't believe I'm here sitting in front of him. He hugs me tight, like he's scared that if he lets go I'll disappear.
After a couple of seconds, he pulls back and I finally get a look at him. His hair is as blue as the ocean. He's gazing at me so softly, and he's smiling, as though I handpicked the stars and put them in the sky. When I peek closer, I can see the unshed tears shining in his eyes.
I can feel his hands on mine, firm and soft. Gently stroking them, as though I'm the most precious person in the universe. Carefully, I pull my hands out from his.
He freezes and shoots me a worried glance.
"Y/N, what's wrong? Is something hurting?"
I look at the boy in front of me and see a complete stranger. With no recognition in my voice, I whisper.
"Who are you?"
Silence. I gaze around the room and see everyone staring back at me with shock. Then a boy with soft brown hair and pink highlights comes forward.
"Y/N, that's Mark, your boyfriend. You've been dating for 4 years."
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kangnina · 29 days
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[8:01PM]
Your mind races as you try to wash away every trace of your dirty deeds. You can’t let your boyfriend of two years know that you spent the day fucking his best friend. You zip up your dress as your boyfriend walks into your shared bedroom. “Dinner is ready. Did you have fun with the girls today, sweetness?” he asks as he kisses your cheek. You immediately feel guilty and look away. “Yes. You know how they are. I probably spent way too much money,” you say quietly. He gently lifts your chin, your eyes meeting his. “It’s alright Princess you can have whatever you want. You know that. I’ll give you whatever you want. I just want to make you happy. You do know that right?” he asks. You nod. He’s too good for me. I have to come clean. He smiles and kisses your forehead. “I hope you don’t mind that I invited a guest for dinner.” You shake your head no. He’s always bringing colleagues over for dinner. He prefers to casually discuss work projects and business pursuits over a delicious meal. So you are not surprised at all by this slight change of plans. He holds your hand as he leads the way to the dining room. As soon as you lay eyes on your surprise guest, you freeze. It’s him. Your boyfriend’s best friend. Of course, he’s all cleaned up now too but the initial shock still remains. Why is he here?! The internal panic is real as you take your seat at the dinner table across from him. He smiles politely at you. Your boyfriend takes a seat next to you, he gently touches your hand. “I know this is not what you expected, honey. But I am not sure how else to say it. So I’ll just spit it out. We’ve been talking about you. About how we want you. Both of us. We don’t want to make you choose.” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as you look back and forth between the two of them. This has to be a dream.
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iridescentxstars · 1 year
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demon!jongin x fem!reader || biting + edging — @soluvcore || wc: 420~
all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI
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A loud moan shatters the otherwise peaceful night, teeth graze along your skin, marks left behind to remind you of the night while he plays you like an instrument, coaxing sounds from you that only he gets to hear. You're a mess, unable to think about anything other than his body pressed against yours while his fingers push inside your core and thumb circles your clit. Everything feels so good, you never want it to stop, the build-up gradual as your body begins to arch, mouth opening to say his name, to beg for release.
Until he stops.
A deep chuckle sounds from his chest as everything is removed, your climax that was so close is now slowly ebbing away while Jongin sits up to look at you. Your body is covered in his bite marks, eyes glazed over as you look up at him and he feels a sense of pride at how worked up he's managed to get you.
"You're evil," you pout. You knew that Jongin loved edging, he was very clear on that before you offered your body to him but this? This was torture.
His eyes shine with delight as he leans closer, "why thank you~" He coos, kissing you roughly before biting down on your bottom lip as he pulls away and lets go. "I do my best."
You feel him slide inside you, his cock stretching you better than his fingers ever could. You wonder if he's going to let you cum or if he's just going to torment you like this.
"Yes," he says in response to the question running through your head. He never clarifies what part of that question he was saying yes to as he starts pounding into you, making that orgasm you were losing come back so quickly. He can tell you're so close, so ready, by the way your walls around beginning to flutter around him and he grunts, knowing you'll squeeze him so tightly when you cum.
You tilt your head back, that coil in your core so tight it's going to break and that's when he finds the perfect opportunity to make you cum. Biting down on your neck, teeth nearly breaking the skin, you cry out, clenching around him as you tense up. The pain you suddenly felt pushed you over the edge into an intense amount of pleasure and God, did it feel good.
"See," Jongin grins as he continues to fuck you, watching you come down from your high. "It was worth it~"
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amourtaeyong · 2 years
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dates with ten are almost never grand. all he wants is a little sunlight, nature, and coffee. and a lot of you.
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fckhyuck · 1 year
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[21:48 pm]
"I think we need to break up"
The rain was pouring outside as you and Mark sat next to each other on his bed in the dark. Your heart was pounding with anxiety while breaking into pieces.
"I know and it's okay" He replied.
"How is that okay?" You asked as you turned to look at him.
"Because I can wait"
"I can't make you wait for me. I'm not going to do that" You replied as tears were starting to slip from your eyes.
"You don't have to because I know we'll be together again. It's not the end for us. Just because we're breaking up, doesn't mean I'm going anywhere. I'll be here, waiting for you to find your way back to me. No matter how long it takes because I love you and that will never change"
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donkey-hyuck · 2 years
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[00:00 a.m.] for our mark who works too much ♡ gn!reader :)
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~ “‘m just tired, love,” sighs out Mark as he takes his place on his side of the bed. You know he’s been working a little too much. And by a little, you mean a lot. You just want to help him and be there for him when he clearly needs it. However, if he doesn’t want to tell you at that moment, that is also okay. You just hoped he would tell you whenever he’s ready. Eventually, he does. But it may take a while.
After you finished your night routine while looking at him through the vanity mirror, you walked to his side of the bed and sat next to him. You observed every pore, every scar, and every amount of sleeplessness that covered his angelic face. You knew he was more than just tired.
Swiftly bringing your hand to touch his cheek, that was slowly starting to burn up, you sigh out, “I know. And you should rest, my love. Don’t wait up for me.”
Mark came home early that night, to your dismay. But your work gave you a job at hand and you had to finish it tonight. It didn’t help that they requested it to be done by tomorrow when they emailed it to you last minute about two hours ago. Your face and your body were already numb from sitting at your desk all day, and when you had to finish your projects, you decided to take a little break to lessen the tension in your body. Only, Mark came home somewhere during this time and you felt bad for neglecting him when all he deserved was a good loving time.
“It’s okay. I want to stay up,” he responded, resting his hand on top of yours that was still on his cheek. Mark’s eyes were so close to closing, and you couldn’t do that to him. Why did the universe have to do this right now?
“No, baby. You need to sleep. You’ve been working yourself waaayyy too much and you need the rest…. You deserve the rest,” you retaliated and rubbed your thumb back and forth, still against his cheek.
“You’re falling asleep, for crying out loud!” You slightly laughed, “Please go to sleep, angel.”
“No!” He whined. “Lemme talk to youuuu.” Could you resist him? No. And you didn’t fully regret keeping him up because he ended up falling asleep as the minutes ticked by.
You continued to do your work as you sat on the desk that was placed in your room. You were, thankfully, almost done with the current project you were working on and it was almost time to call it a night. But the quiet tapping of your fingers against the keyboard and the soft ambiance of the room slowly made the love of your life drift off into his peaceful dreams. His only getaway from the real world.
It had been about twenty to thirty minutes of you typing away and you were finally done with the project in a way that you were happy with. You carefully shut off your computer and laid next to Mark before completely cutting out the light from the lamp on your nightstand.
Just as you had gotten into bed, Mark immediately started to magnet toward your figure. Whether he was conscious or not, it was the cutest thing he could do.
But as he fit his head between your head and shoulder, you could feel that his breathing was no longer evened out. Rather, it felt as though he was already awake.
“Mornin’, love,” he said, muffled between you.
You laughed and scraped your fingers through his hair, “It’s not mornin’, love.”
In reality, you wondered how much of Mark’s days were filled like this— sleeping for not even an hour and then waking up and calling it morning when the sun was still asleep. But if the sun wasn’t up, then why was he? It was a part of his schedule you’ll never fully understand and honestly a part of his schedule you don’t want to know. It physically pains you to see him like this. As if he was powered by a machine.
But he’s not. He’s a human being and his company can’t seem to take that into consideration for not only him, but his members as well. Especially Haechan.
“Why’re you up?” You continued. He shifted around in the bed and took his head out from your neck to rest on your chest instead.
“I don’t know. Maybe I just can’t sleep?” He softly said, wrapping his arms around your waist seemingly tighter than it was before.
“Can we just talk?” He suggested. Now was the time for him to open up.
“Of course. You can talk to your hearts desire if you please. I’ll be here to listen.”
He was quiet for a moment. Probably thinking of where to start and how to start. Although you probably knew what he was going to say before he even thought it.
“And don’t feel pressured to tell me everything all at once, okay, bub? I want you to take your time. Even if it takes months,” you reminded him after ten seconds of silence had passed.
Mark felt like breaking down in that moment. He was so overwhelmed with everything and everyone and all he wanted to do was disappear into your arms— his safe place, his home.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this disordered before. He still hasn’t answered.
“Hey, are you okay, Mark?” You stopped running your fingers through his hair. And although you can still feel him breathing, the pattern is a little more different than before.
Carefully, you sat the both of you up and rested against the headboard. He wouldn’t even look at you. But slowly, you started to hear the sniffling.
“Look at me, Mark,” you sternly said. Not ready to see his face but more than ready to take on your duty as his loved one.
He was even paler than he was before and the reds that now overpowered the whites of his eyes showed that he was ready to burst into tears. You could see them starting to form at the bottom.
“Hey, hey, hey,” you took him into your arms as he hid in your neck once more. “Cry it all out, my love. It’s okay, I’m here. If you don’t want to talk we don’t have to talk.”
And finally, he was ready to talk.
“I’ve just been so overwhelmed. I haven’t had a break and there are times where I feel like I’m not gonna make it. I’m so grateful for the support but so much has happened in the past year and I don’t know how much more I can handle, love. Of course I want to be there for my fans and for my family and for you but I feel like the only way all three groups of people are happy is if I continue making music. But, god, I don’t know how much longer I can last. I feel so lost…. I feel so empty.
I feel so unaccomplished and all I want to do is lock myself in my room and never come out. Everything is so different now, and it’s more stressful than ever but to me it’s so fucking important and I don’t want to lose what I love doing. But right now I feel like I can’t see the end. Right now, I feel like I’ll never be able to see the end. And I can’t help to think these things but I don’t want to disappoint the people I love the most. I don’t want to disappoint you and then you’ll end up leaving too. I’m not confident or inspired enough anymore and I’m really hurting. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
Wow. That was a lot to take in. Especially when those words came out of Mark Lee’s mouth. But everything he was saying and everything he was thinking is completely valid.
By the time he finished explaining his thoughts and his feelings, his angelic face is covered with salty tears and honestly, this was the first time you had ever seen Mark like this. It was taking such a huge toll on him. That was saying a lot since it takes so much to make Mark feel, in direct words, like shit. You didn’t know how much longer you can deal with his entertainment label treating him like a beat-up slots machine at a casino.
“Mark,” you finally found the words to speak up and tell him your feelings and hopefully give him good enough advice to keep fighting. Because that’s all he’s been doing since he was thirteen years old and only now is it really getting to him to the point where he’s considering in giving up. It breaks your heart in trillions of pieces. You had never seen Mark so broken like this before.
“Thank you for telling me. I know it’s hard for you and I know it’s hard for your members. But your feelings are so fucking valid and I want you to know that, okay? Your thoughts are so valid and I don’t even know what to say. I want to try to cheer you up because that’s my duty but I want you to know that I am always here for you. Nctzens are always here for you. Your family, your fans, and I are so incredibly proud of everything that you do and everything that you say. And it’s okay to feel lost or like you lost your mojo. I know your company is so shitty but you’ll get through with it, I promise.
As much as I want you to take a long break, I genuinely think that you won’t get it any time soon considering the hell-hole amount of schedules you’ve had this past year plus the ones you have coming up. And I’m so so so so sorry that you feel empty or uninspired but do you know how proud of you I am? You’ve made it this far with barely shedding a tear and I can’t tell you how relieved you made me when you finally decided to tell me. And if you can’t see the end, picture me as the end because you come home to me every day. And every day I become more and more proud that you choose to rely on me. Mark, I don’t even have words for the way I feel about you. You impact me, you impact your members, and you impact your fans in ways that are so unimaginable and we’ll forever be so immensely thankful for you. We love you so so so much.”
His face is still covered in tears by the time the conversation is over. And he’s so full with emotions right now that he can’t find the words to reply to you. He doesn’t think he ever will. He is just happy he has you. It’s such a simple word but it has so much meaning to him that he would always find a way back.
“And if your company still won’t give you a break, I will give them a piece of my mind because them making you feel like this is so fucking selfish. Your company doing this to you just for profit is absolutely staggering and I will be the first one to protest against them. You all deserve it, with the back-to-back concerts and albums and releases. Tell me anything that is wrong and I will personally come to SM and cuss out anyone and everyone who’s made you feel like shit.”
He laughs, sniffling some more. But all, in all, your Mark is back and he deserves the entire world. The sparkle in his eyes are slowly coming back, despite the puffiness of his doe eyed glory.
“I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even understand,” he said, getting up from his position of leaning on you to sit up and cup the back of your head and give you a kiss on the forehead.
“No, you don’t understand how much I love you. It seems utterly impossible to try to explain the way you make me feel,” you cupped both of your hands on his cheeks as you wiped away the staggering, half-dried tears from his cheeks.
He laughed again, loving the amount of affection your eyes hold for only him.
“You mean so much to me.”

“No, you mean so much to me.”

“Scratch that, you mean so much to me, your family, your members, and your fans. I really hope you know that.”
they’ve been overworking my poor baby too much and they’re really gonna get a piece of my mind.
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polyamorous-eleven · 2 years
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I saw on wiki that people from school call Lucas “midnight” because of his skin color.
But I want to change it into something nice for our boy. So, little hopclair drabble.
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Lucas finally makes his way to El, who is waiting for him in front of the school gates. He smiles at her, and starts to ask how was her day, but it’s when they both hear someone yelling “Bye, Midnight!” in his direction.
Lucas stiffens, starts scratching his head, and isn’t able to look into El’s eyes. He’s just ashamed of it. Of how people treat him and see him. And yes, he’s used to it, but he doesn’t want his girlfriends to hear it. To see how they treat him outside the people close to them.
El immediately sees that he’s distressed. She just knows his expressions, as well as she knows Max’s. They both matter to her so much, and she loves just looking at them, exploring their faces and learning any new expression they can make. That’s how she knows when something is not right. They are making that kind of expression. 
She comes closer to him, her boots meeting his, and cups his face in her hands, making him bend a little. 
“Lucas.” She says only, and even though her voice is soft and quiet, it’s also grounding. 
Lucas now can’t avoid looking into her eyes, and when he does, he sees question as well as reassurance there. It makes him breathe out slowly, calming himself.
“Sorry, El. It’s just that I don’t want you to hear how they call me. I’m... ashamed, I guess.” He tells her sincerely, placing his hand on her palm that still is on his cheek.
They learnt at the very beginning of their new, weird relationship that talking and being honest is a key to it. If they want it to work, they can’t hide their feelings and fears. 
“Oh.” El breathes, glancing for a moment at people behind Lucas. “Does it hurt you?” 
When she speaks, he can feel huffs of air on his mouth, and he has to force himself to not just kiss her here and now. But it’s not a good time, he knows. El wouldn’t like it either. So he doesn’t. Instead, he just closes his eyes for a moment.
“I mean, yeah, but I’m used to it.“ He opens his eyes, smiling slightly. “And I know that my warrior girl would like to fight them now, but it’s okay. You don’t have to.” She doesn’t look convinced, so Lucas runs a thumb over her palm. “Really.”
El huffs, not agreeing with him, knowing how bulling hurt, but she knows that Lucas knows his own feelings best. So she nods, and Lucas kisses her on the nose, making her giggle. 
His kisses always makes her giggle.
“So. Home?” Lucas asks, when his girl steps next to him, and takes his hand.
“Mine or yours?” El start walking and so does Lucas. “Or Max’s?” She adds after a second. She knows that right now, they can’t do that and Max explained everything to them earlier, but she still wants to see her again. They didn’t see her only three days so far, but El already misses her.
Lucas elbows her lightly, laughing at her expression. “Don’t make that face. You sure know that we can’t go to Max. But... maybe mine tonight?”
El nods, swinging their joined hands cheerily, focusing on Lucas and a warm feeling that she feels holding his hand.
It’s nice.
It’s nice until El starts the topic of Lucas’ bulling again.
“I think it's nice. How they called you then.” And he looks at her with a questioning look, because he knows that sometimes she just can’t express herself enough. And he can’t figure out, what she means by that. 
“I just think that ‘Midnight’ sounds nice. Romantic. I’ve never heard that word, or think about it, but now when I hear it, I think of you. Sitting on the grass, full moon behind you, making your hair glow, making you look like an angel. You smile at me and Max, when you take our hands and just hold them. You are the most beautiful things in the world for me at that time, and I think how much I love you.”
El ends, coming back from her dreaming state. When she does that, she always doesn’t know what is happening to her body and things around her. She just shuts down everything else.
Right now, she realizes slowly that they are no longer walking, but they hands are still joined. She follows Lucas’ hand to his arm, and then to his face.
“Oh” She mutters, because she sees Lucas looking to his other side, trying to hide his tears from her. His other hand hides his lips, and El is terrified that she just said something really stupid.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Lucas.” She explains and wants to let go of his hand, but he squeezes her hand a little tighter, telling her that he doesn’t want to.
El fiddles with her skirt, waiting for Lucas to calm down.
But he doesn’t take time to calm down. He titles her head in his direction with his other hand, and when El sees his eyes, he doesn’t look hurt. Not at all. Even though he clearly is crying. 
She waits.
“El, you didn’t hurt me. Not at all. I’m just happy because I can date two most incredible women in that world. I love you, too.” This time, Lucas can’t hold himself as he steals a little kiss from El’s lips, surprising her.
But he had to, had to let her know that she didn’t do anything wrong. On the contrary, she just made one of the names that people call him from hatred, sound like a compliment when coming from her lips.
El kisses him back, surprising them both. It was also a short kiss, only a peck even, but it made both of them smile wide for the rest of their way home.
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Live A Little | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)
Summary: You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.
Genre: Friends to lovers AU
Word count: 1k @tyongie
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“Ten, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”
You watched in horror as your best friend Ten ran out from under the bridge, right into the thunderstorm.
Ten stood in the middle of the empty road, arms flung out, face tilted up to the sky.
Thick, warm drops of monsoon rain soaked him in an instant. The rain slid down his body, darkening his clothes and making his T shirt cling to his slim, muscled frame.
Ten turned to look at you, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.
He cocked two fingers at you.
“Come here,” he said, smirking. 
“No way! I don’t want to catch a cold!”
Ten just smiled, and turned his head to the sky once more. His handsome face was smooth, blissful. The rain soaked his plump lips.
Your eyes traced the droplets that curved down his Adam’s apple and pooled in his collar bones. The sight of him sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Ten had never looked less like your loveable best friend. He looked like a beautiful stranger.   
Not one drop of rain had touched crisp white shirt and business skirt. You could feel your bra digging into your skin, and your tight bun made your head throb.
You wanted to be carefree like Ten. You wanted him to lick your wounds and kiss your worries away. A strange feeling was swelling inside you. You realised that Ten was the answer to every question that had filled your head since you got here.
The realisation that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a truck.
You pulled out your bun, letting your hair fall past your shoulders.
Then, you took a deep breath and stepped out from under the bridge.
The rain drenched your body. It was warm, soothing your tightly wound muscles, coaxing a moan from your lips. 
Ten’s head turned towards the sound.
He walked towards you. His sly smirk transformed into a full-on grin by the time he reached you.
“Look who finally let her hair down,” Ten teased, twirling a soaked curl of your hair between his fingers.
You grasped Ten’s hand and pressed it against your chest, hoping he could feel your thundering heartbeat under his palm.
Ten’s brows quirked up.
Your words died on your lips. What did you want?
“I want – I want to be free like you,” you said, gulping. “I want… to be passionate like you. I want…”
Ten hummed, pretending to think.
Ten watched you with cold interest. “Is that all?”
“I want you,” you finally said.  
“You just have to do one thing,” he said, trying not to smile.
“Anything,” you gasped.
“Close your eyes.”
You let your eyelids fall shut. Your whole body felt alive, every cell was pulsing.  
At first, nothing happened. All you could feel was the rain splashing against your face. You stayed still, hoping, praying…
Then, suddenly, you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours.
You gasped. You had never kissed your friend before. You didn’t even think you were his type. But the more you kissed, the more right it felt. It was like something had been missing in your relationship all these years, and this was it. Ten’s body against yours – that was what you had been craving.  
You moaned against Ten’s lips, reaching your hands to tug through his soft, dyed hair.
Ten’s head tilted back, and a slow, sexy grin spread over his lips.
“Took you long enough,” Ten said, dark eyes raking down your body.
You let out a laugh. You pulled Ten towards you, feeling his arms curl around your waist.
“Shut up and kiss me again.” 
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luvlittlefreak5 · 2 years
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them <3
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mykoreanlove · 3 months
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Long distance with Taemin
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- [ ] He loves his busy schedule and trips abroad but hates being away from you; he’d sulk all day not understanding why you won’t come with him
- [ ] The night before he has to leave is always spent with endless talking, cuddling and make out sessions until you both pass out from exhaustion
- [ ] He would always text you good morning, no matter how busy he is; he’d often call you, too, just to hear your sleepy, raspy voice that feels like home to him
- [ ] He’d be glued to his phone every free minute to talk to you; getting impatient when you don’t reply fast enough or leave him on read
- [ ] He’d always have the shiniest smile on his lips when something reminds him of you
- [ ] He’d always post a story on social media of things that are just typically you - a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a piece of the red velvet cake you like so much or a book you used to read with him
- [ ] Even though he looks innocent and pure, he is very in tune with his body and its needs
- [ ] Would never pressure you into anything, he’d rather give you time to evolve on your own
- [ ] Blushes heavily every time he gets a naughty selfie from you; excusing himself instantly to praise you properly in the space of his confined hotel room
- [ ] Always asks if your voice memos are safe for public after he had accidentally listened to you moan in a room full of people
- [ ] Will ask you hundreds of times if you’re really okay with phone sex; „only if you want to, baby. I’d never made you do something you don’t want. Let’s be comfortable around each other, ok?“
- [ ] He’d be rushing into his hotel room after ditching his crew and producers, to call you and listen to you rambling about your day
- [ ] Taemin always leaves you with a present to remember him by when he’s gone: a scented blanket, a giant teddy, a vibrator
- [ ] „Baby, can you turn it on? I want to hear you fucking yourself. Please let me hear you. Please?🥺“
- [ ] He’d be over the moon when you’d send him videos of you being needy - for him, his plush lips and massive cock
- [ ] He’d send you the dirtiest voice memos describing exactly what he would do to you right now -„… and then I will strip you out of your clothes and bend you over the table, admiring your juicy ass from behind before I’ll go down on my knees and lick you from behind. Would you like that, baby?“
- [ ] Those memos would typically come in the middle of the day
- [ ] He‘s a happy person by nature but staying away from you for more than a couple of weeks would be heavy on him; making him feel blue
- [ ] He’d often talk about quitting it all and running away with you; his one and only runaway bride
- [ ] „Yeah okay, I can keep going a little bit longer. But once I’m back it’s only me and you! You got that?“
- [ ] After living like that for years he’d be sure that you were the one; his partner in crime
- [ ] He’d be shopping rings in hopes that soon you won’t be long distance anymore
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Prelude to a Heist
TaeKai
Friends to Lovers
Slow Burn
Dancer x drift racer au
A few TaeKai centric fluffy little one shots origin story preludes to my SuperM/EXO Fast & The Furious Universe
Not necessary to read the main series, works fine as a stand alone AU
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k-vanity · 2 years
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Group:
WayV | NCT | NCT 127 | NCT Dream | Stray Kids | GOT7 | BTS | ATEEZ | Seventeen | TXT | B.A.P | The Boyz | The Rose | Kard | Pentagon | Astro | Monsta X | Day6 | EXO | SHINee | SuperM | Enhypen | 2PM | Victon | Winner | Billlie | Kingdom | iKon | StayC | SF9 | ZeroBase1 |
Idol:
Xiaojun | Taeil | Hendery | Jaemin | Johnny | Haechan | Jaehyun | Sungchan | Taeyong | Mark | Felix | BangChan | Han | Lee Know | Hyunjin | Jay B | Yugyeom | Mark Tuan | Jinyoung | Jackson Wang | Bambam | Suga | V | Jimin | RM | Jungkook | J-Hope | Seonghwa | Mingi | Hongjoong | Wooyoung | San | Yunho | Yeosang | Mingyu | Yeonjun | Taehyun | Beomgyu | Yongguk | Hyunjae | Sunwoo | Q | Younghoon | New | Dojoon | BM | Yanan | Yeo One | Kino | Wooseok | Kihyun | Minhyuk | Hyungwon | I.M | Young K | Jessi | Lay | Taemin | Shownu | Jeonghan | Jeno | Baekhyun | Kai | Minho | Jungwon | Sangyeon | Seungmin | Eric | Sehun | Sunghoon | Heeseung | Joohoney | Juyeon | Jungwoo | Jun K | Wonwoo | Chanyeol | Joshua | Jin | Seungwoo | Soobin | Jun | Suho | Ten | Jongho | Woozi | Hongseok | Hanse | Seungsik | Yuta | Yangyang | Shotaro | Junho | Mino | Hoshi | Jisung | Vernon | DK | Eunwoo | Dino | The8 | Scoups | Jay | Moon Sua | Tsuki | I.N | Wonho | Dann | Huening Kai | Jake | Kevin | B.I | Isa | Woosung | Kun | Chen | Seungkwan | Hwiyoung | Wonpil | Rowoon | Inseong | Changbin | DPR Ian | Matthew | Doyoung | Haknyeon |
Pairing:
x Reader | x Member | x OC | No Pairing
Genre:
Smut | Fluff | Romance | Angst | Drama | Fantasy | Action | Crack
Type:
Oneshot | Series | Drabble | Social Media
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