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fly-forever-young · 2 years

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•~𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒

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• 𝐊𝐮𝐧

-One part of him is worried about hurting you too much and the other part is proud that you can't keep him inside you and he's ready to take care of you

- "We do it slowly don't worry I'll take great care of you"

• 𝐓𝐞𝐧

-He would try to make you relax as much as possible even though he has a grin on his face and is acting more cocky than usual

- "Too big for you princess huh"

• 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐧

-Would show up a side of his personality he didn't even know he had, he is much more attentive to you and he loves knowing he's too big for you so he will take good care of you (daddy kink unlocked)

- "Fuck you're so tight-Just for me"

• 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬

-If he was expecting that you would not be able to take his member but he got you, he prepares you first by making you cum a couple of times on his fingers

- "I can't wait to replace my fingers with something else"

• 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧

-He would be worried about hurting you so he asks you whether to continue or not, but this would make his ego grow a lot but he doesn't show it

- "Good girl, inch by inch, take me"

• 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲

-He is surprised, he didn't expect this to happen, he will use some lube but he would be stil tense at first but afterwards he lets himself go to the pleasure

- "You doing so good for me"

• 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠

-The fact that you have a hard time taking his cock would be a great pride for him and he uses it to his advantage with no shame

-"What's the problem baby? Can't you take my dick mh? "

It was a long time since I wrote about wayvs so I did, I don't have as many requests about wayvs ( no one, maybe one) compared to the other units so I decided to write about them ✌🏻❤

(!Don't make request are closed now¡)

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shmooooo · 10 months

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WayV masterlist

main masterlist

[f] = fluff ; [m] = smut ; [s] = suggestive ; [a] = angst

Fem!reader unless stated otherwise! I am very willing to write gn!reader (and usually do when there’s no need to mention certain body parts)! ♡︎

❥ all members

nothing yet!

❥ fics and drabbles

nothing yet!

❥ short imagines and scenarios

Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun)

rough dom!Xiaojun [m] gn!reader

❥ nsfw thoughts

Kun, Ten, Sicheng, Dejun, Hendery, Yangyang

#my writing #masterlist #wayv masterlist #wayv hard hours #wayv smut #wayv suggestive #wayv fluff

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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1:56 pm

Dejun Xiaojun / 495 words / fluff

109. “My mother adores you.”

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It was your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted it to be a special day for him since he has been super busy recently, meaning he hadn't seen you or his family in quite some time. You also wanted to have his family involved, but felt a little awkward to make contact with them since you had only met his mother a hand full of times. Regardless, this was his special day and you wanted everyone who he adored to be there for the surprise.

Thankfully, Xiaojun's mom was more than willing to have everyone over for lunch and made quick work of the list of what had to be done and who needed to buy what. Of course, you came earlier than Xiaojun to set up and help prepare since it was a secret. Xiaojun's mom invited him over for lunch, saying it was just for the two of them. So when he arrived a few hours later, he was shocked to see so many of his family and friends there, but he felt his heart swell with happiness when he saw his mom with her arms wrapped around you. A wide smile adoring both or your faces as you laughed together at his flustered expressions.

Everything went as planned. The food was perfect, everyone was mingling with each other and eating and most importantly, Xiaojun was over the moon with all the love and support. You stepped aside to clean up before Xiaojun's mom tried to take over, not wanting her to do any more than she had to. Xiaojun eyed you from the table for a few seconds, before excusing himself to find you.

"You know, my mother adores you," Xiaojun cooed as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing kisses to your shoulder while you were washing the dishes.

You giggled at his actions and words before drying your hands and turning and pressing a kiss to his lips, "Well, I adore her too. She's so sweet and has been so helpful today. I owe it all to her."

"She told me it was all you," He grinned, pulling you towards the balcony to get away from everyone for a few minutes, "That you were the one who called and asked if you could organize lunch here. She was ecstatic about it."

You rolled your eyes jokingly before meeting Xiaojun half way for a hug and kiss, "I really do hope you enjoyed today after a long week."

"It was just what I needed," Xiaojun mumbled against your lips, "But I do expect my dessert to be ready at home once we are done here."

A gasp left your lips when Xiaojun bit down on your lip before pulling away and smacking your ass to make his way over to his mother acting as if he didn't just tease you and leave you hanging. Thankfully for you, you already had prepared a sweet dessert for tonight.

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- Admin 🌶️

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writemekpop · 8 months

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Naughty Boy | Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

Summary: Your naughty boyfriend Hendery gives you a hickey.

Genre: Boyfriend!Hendery, fluff

Word Count: <1k

You were leaning over the bathroom sink, putting the finishing swipes of mascara on your lashes.

You swept your hair to the side. You noticed a small bruise on the side of your neck.

“A hickey?” you shouted. “Really, Hendery? What are you, twelve?”

Your boyfriend Hendery sauntered into the bathroom.

He was naked, apart from the faded boxers that sat dangerously low on his slim hips. He had a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, and his chestnut hair was in disarray.

Hendery smirked, mouth full of toothpaste.

“That’s right, baby, wear me on your neck like that.”

“What were you thinking?” You groaned, patting your neck fiercely with foundation. “You know I have an important meeting today.”

“It was an accident,” Hendery said, coming up behind you and wrapping his strong, muscled arms around your body. He leant in towards your ear. “Plus, I didn’t hear you complaining when I was giving it to you last night.”

You let out a small sigh. You could still remember the feeling of Hendery’s plump lips kissing every inch of your skin. You could still remember the thrill as he grabbed your ass and locked your hips with his. You could still hear his heavy breaths in your ear.

You opened your eyes, looking at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. You gazed at Hendery’s tanned arms, his broad shoulders. You marvelled at the handsome, imperfect man that was all yours.

You spun around and pushed your mouth onto Hendery’s. He kissed you back eagerly, pressing his hips against yours.

“Aren’t you going to be late?” Hendery said, between kisses.

You caught Hendery’s lower lip between your teeth, earning a growl from him.

“We’ve got six minutes,” you said. “Think you can work with that?”

Hendery grabbed your waist and picked you up, holding your entire weight with one arm. Your heart soared.

Hendery grinned. “You bet.”

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writingzen · 1 year

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A WIN WIN ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

✧ Summary- haechan being a tease. Getting exactly what he wants and knowing exactly how to get it.

✧ Warnings- teasing, suggestive touching, kissing, tears etc

✧ A/N: not really proofread, sorry if it’s ass. Haechan is hot, end of story.

Your hand caressed his thigh softly, drawing figures on his skin so effortlessly causing haechan to shudder against your touch. This wasn’t exactly something new, though you’ve been dating for a year now, he can’t seem to get used to your deliberate touches, so gentle yet so mean.

It was cute really, his reactions. The way he would bruise his plush lips while biting them, hoping to stop any sound wanting to escape. The way he would wither away from your touch as shivers rush down his back fixing his posture before anyone notices. The way he would so desperately try to pry your hand away from his thigh before getting more sensitive, only to beg for you to touch him all over again the next second.

And it was all because of him, he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to get it.

Leaving the house looking absolutely hot, in a way he would only look for you alone. The delicate touches against your ass as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer just so you could feel him even more. The hold on your thigh as you both sit around the table, friends oblivious to the way his fingers “accidentally” linger against your pussy, teasing you over and over again like a game.

In the end, he knew exactly how to piss you off just right so you can fuck it out of him later, settling every angry nerve in your body for his own self pleasure.

He knew playing this game would always end up with him winning. If not you on your knees begging to be fucked with tears streaming down your cheeks, then he would be the one begging you to tear him apart, to wreck him, to punish him. Either way, he would be satisfied with the results.

You both get to enjoy a type of pleasure fueled by anger and desperation. A pleasure that would lead to his hand roaming and gripping your body as lewd sounds escaped your lips, mouth gaped as sweat runs down your forehead, hair sticking against your skin as his lips attacked your neck. Lips bruised from harsh love bites and passionate kissing, lips sucking and parting as his tongue wetly slides into your mouth. You tying his hands above his head, his body glistening with sweat, pressed down against the soft covers that lay underneath him as he looks up at you with doll eyes filled of warm tears, cheeks tinted pink while he awaits your next move. Hoping, wishing, begging it leads to him being fucked dumb, senseless, as pleasure dominates his body over and over again, trembling below you as he takes on yet another orgasm, but still wanting more.

A sight both of you dream of reenacting as many times as your bodies can take, never getting tired of the incredible pleasures that wishes to be felt, so

a win win.

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haechanhues · 8 months

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pairing : ot22 x reader. sm rookies! shohei/eunseok/seunghan x reader. sungtaro x reader.

genre : fluff + angst + suggestive content throughout.

warnings : suggestive content from a certain point. implications of bullying, swearing. toxic relationships. further warnings at every preview, written chapter etc please tell me if there are warnings I may have missed. everything in this fic is fictional.

summary : in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

status : ongoing

taglist : @matchahyuck @haisuken @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @90s-belladonna @scftharu @ahnneyong @liliansun

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author’s note : now pls bear with me, this is kind of a concept that rattles me a little bit so pay attention to the previews which are listed as ‘phones’. timestamps aren’t necessarily important unless stated. i’ve had this idea in my head for 3+ years now and i've written about 13 chapters and i just cannot hold on any longer so here it is.

profile 1 | profile 2 | profile 3 | profile 4 | moodboard

prologue :

P H O N E (1)

chapter one : hong seunghan

chapter two : osaki shotaro

chapter three : moon taeil

chapter four : matsushima shohei

chapter five : jung jaehyun

P H O N E (2)

chapter six : chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

chapter seven : park jisung

chapter eight : lee jeno

chapter nine : lee taeyong

chapter ten : jung sungchan

P H O N E (3)

chapter eleven : yuta nakamato

P H O N E (6)

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

chapter thirteen : kim doyoung

P H O N E (7)

chapter fourteen : song eunseok

chapter fifteen : na jaemin

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

chapter seventeen : mark lee

chapter eighteen : zhong chenle

chapter nineteen : liu yangyang

chapter twenty : johnny suh

chapter twenty one : dong sicheng

P H O N E (8)

#kflixnet #k-labels #nct fic #nct social au #nct #nct dream fic #wayv fic #nct 127 fic #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct smau #nct fluff #nct angst #nct suggestive #riize fic #sm rookies shohei fic

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babbymochiiii · 3 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆ NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 2

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

⭐️ note: welcome to pt. 2 of my master list! here you will find the rest of the members that couldn’t fit on the first half! link to pt.1 is here!

✨main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🐆 MARK LEE:

Temporary Flag Girl: Mark Lee pt. 1

↪︎ 1.2k words

↪︎ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

↪︎ Synopsis: you become a temporary flag girl for his race.

Back Again: Mark Lee pt. 2

↪︎ 1.2k words

↪︎ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

↪︎ Synopsis: you go back to the car meet after not going for over a month.

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

Spider-Man Obssesion: Mark Lee

↪︎best friend! mark lee x afab! reader text fic

🦕 XIAO DEJUN:

🧸Runaway: Xiao Dejun

↪︎ 301 words

↪︎ non idol xiaojun, reader insert, angst, some fluff

↪︎ Synopsis: you had an arranged marriage with the eldest Xiao, but have been secretly dating Xiaojun.

🐴 WONG HENDERY:

Don't Go Insane: Wong Kun-Hang (HENDERY)

↪︎ 929 words

↪︎ incubus Hendery, afab reader, suggestive-ish content

↪︎ Synopsis: you swear you've seen him everywhere you go! Walking down the street, on the bus, wherever you are at he is there...but meeting him for the first time, officially, you find out he’s only just getting a hang of his new job.

🦊 HUANG RENJUN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐶 LEE JENO:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

[ 11:10 am ]

🐻 LEE HAECHAN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐰 NA JAEMIN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐑 LIÚ YANGYANG: NO WORKS

🐬 ZHONG CHENLE:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐹 PARK JISUNG:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🔞Discord: PARK JISUNG

↪︎established relationship idol! jisung x afab reader, pleasuring yourself while on a discord call with jisung, jisung being a dom bc yes, jisung commanding you on how to pleasure yourself, fingering, handjob, slight cum play? Idk if it would be call that but it’s something like that, squirting?

↪︎synopsis: you and jisung have a discord date where things take a turn.

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moonlezn · 6 months

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The Story of Us V

— Isso é amor? Kun Qian Primeiro Ato: Dress

SUGESTIVO

“Você não precisa estar gostando de alguém pra se sentir viva, acredita em mim.” a voz de Yangyang ecoa pelo seu quarto outra vez em mais uma chamada de vídeo.

Você abraça os joelhos com mais força, se forçando a não chorar de novo. Desde que Jaehyun escolheu a namorada, a sua autoestima tinha afundado num poço terrível. Rejeitada, trocada, insuficiente, é assim que tem pensado sobre si mesma.

“O que vocês fizeram foi errado, mas acabou. Agora é hora de se cuidar, entende? Você tem que se desvencilhar dessa ideia de validação. Você é linda, trabalha, tem sua vida, sua casa�� coisas que você mesma fez por você.” Ele continua, tentando de verdade te animar. “Não vai ser um idiota com uma câmera na mão e um charme barato que vai te tirar do eixo.”

Você ri, sendo seguida pelo amigo. Tem tanta sorte de ser bem cuidada, todos os seus amigos te rodeiam de amor apesar do tamanho da besteira que tinha feito.

“E o que você vai fazer hoje? Você tem que fazer algo.”

— Tô esperando o Kun, a gente vai no cinema de novo. — suspira quase pirracenta. — Segundo ele, eu tenho que dar um tempo do bar porque tô bebendo demais. E eu nem chego no terceiro copo direito.

Yangyang ri malicioso, mas pensa duas vezes antes de fazer qualquer comentário. Acabou de te dar uma senhora bronca, não queria se contradizer.

“Ele cuida bastante de você, né? Interessante.”

— Onde você quer chegar, Yang? — indaga também travessa. Óbvio que não perderia a oportunidade de mexer com a moral dele.

“Quero dizer que beijo entre amigos fortalece a amizade. Nossa amizade é prova disso.”

— A gente nunca ficou, Yangyang. — você não consegue não rir da cara de pau dele. — Quer me dizer alguma coisa?

“Nunca?” Ele finge pensar, porém o sorriso de canto entrega tudo. “Mas é sério. Tem vezes que o amor tá do nosso lado e a gente não vê. Literalmente porque vocês são vizinhos.”

— Yang…

“ENFIM. Curte o cinema e pensa no que eu te falei, tá bem? Se cuida e vive um dia de cada vez. E não esconde as coisas na terapia.”

— Tá bem, pai. — provoca-o com a brincadeira que ele odeia. — Depois a gente se fala?

Ele murmura um tá bem e acena um tchau animado com as duas mãos. Como se fosse combinado, assim que você desliga e fecha o computador, a campainha toca.

Kun está com essa mania agora. Maldita ideia do síndico de instalar a coisa mais desnecessária do século.

Se for pra ter, vamos usar direito, né. Ele sempre refuta os seus protestos.

— Não vou parar. — Kun afirma no momento em que você abre a porta, a cara mais insatisfeita do mundo para ele. — Tá pronta, gracinha? — ele debocha mais.

— Testa mesmo minha paciência, Kun. — agarra a bolsa que está no sofá. — Depois não reclama.

— Desde quando eu reclamo de alguma coisa? — ele ajeita os cabelos e te acompanha trancar a porta, se aproximando para tentar arrancar alguma resposta.

Ele sempre foi… charmoso assim?

Não, isso é coisa que Yangyang botou na sua cabeça.

— Quer que eu faça uma lista? — levanta as sobrancelhas e encurta a distância também, comprando a briga.

Kun morde os lábios para segurar um sorriso que insiste em aparecer. Como não consegue refutar, você gira nos calcanhares e caminha até o elevador com ele em seu encalço.

— A pergunta não foi o preço. A pergunta foi: você vai querer pipoca? — ouve-o repetir a pergunta com uma leve impaciência.

Toda vez é isso.

— Ai, mas tá tão caro, Kun. — mexe nos cabelos, contendo um risinho para que ele entenda logo que quer o combo.

Ele aperta os olhos, desconfiado.

— Tá tudo bem?

— Como assim? — seus dedos param de enrolar os fios, e você o mira mais atenta. — Tá tudo bem, sim.

Com certeza é coisa da cabeça dele, você não jogaria charminho assim à toa. Sem dizer nada, te entrega os ingressos e corre para a fila vazia, voltando bem em tempo da sala cinco abrir segurando o pacote enorme de pipoca amanteigada, junto com o copo de refrigerante personalizado do filme.

— Não precisava.

— Só se eu não te conhecesse. — Kun aponta para a sua bolsa pendurada no ombro dele. — Pega aqui nossos crachás.

Outra razão para terem começado a frequentar o cinema é o desconto que a editora passou a oferecer recentemente. Você abre a própria bolsa e tateia os objetos enquanto Kun observa sua confusão.

Assim que os tem em mãos, comprovam o desconto novamente e entram na sala escura. Diferente das outras vezes, o frio na barriga te incomoda. Isso não é um encontro. Por que está tão nervosa?

Encontrando os assentos reservados, Kun tira a alça do ombro e coloca a bolsa ao seu lado depois de depositar a bebida no apoio de copos. Você toma a pipoca das mãos do garoto com um sorriso infantil no rosto, e ele acha graça.

Não assistem nenhum dos trailers porque têm a tradição de fazerem previsões sobre o filme antes que comece. Sussurram todas as apostas que vinham à cabeça, selando a promessa de que quem errar mais, paga o sorvete depois.

Durante o filme, a voz de Yangyang ecoa nos seus pensamentos de novo. Disfarçando, você olha para Kun, que está concentrado no enredo previsível, e começa a reparar no perfil do vizinho.

Não seria uma má ideia…

Meu Deus, não, fica quieta. Olha pra tela.

Como se estivesse curiosa demais, seus olhos voltam a mirá-lo.

Esse cabelo também não ajuda em nada. Ele sempre teve essa mandíbula marcada assim? Também nunca tinha reparado na boca desenhada, ele deve beij—

— Prepara o bolso, você tá errando tudo. — Kun se vira para você de repente, te acordando do transe. — Vou querer ir naquela sorveteria cara.

Pela primeira vez em muito tempo, suas bochechas coram. A proximidade te deixa em alerta, e cada palavra que sai dos lábios carnudinhos parecem durar uma eternidade.

Óbvio que ele percebeu seu olhar sobre ele, por isso caçou alguma coisa para falar. Por mais envergonhado que esteja, gosta demais da atenção, o que é um problema. Todo esse tempo você nunca reparou nele, apesar dele querer muito. Agora ele está tentando não inventar sinais onde não existe, mas hoje está especialmente difícil.

Suas mãos passam a suar, e também o ar condicionado não parece dar vazão. O que deu em mim?

Troca a pipoca de lugar, depositando o pacote no colo de Kun. Os dedos dele tocam os seus por breves segundos, como sempre, porém algo parece ter mudado. Outra vez seus olhos se demoram pelos detalhes dele, especialmente nas veias saltadas nas costas das mãos que seguiam pelo antebraço exposto. Levantando mais o olhar, só que as mangas da blusa oversized te impedem de seguir o curso.

A mente de uma mulher carente tem portas duvidosas.

O amigo precisou te avisar que os créditos do filme já estavam rolando porque os pensamentos estavam longe. Sem um pingo de vergonha na cara, forjando um sorriso inocente, recolhe o lixo e pega a bolsa para saírem dali.

Com a desculpa da visão desacostumada com o escuro, entrelaça os dedos no braço firme (mais do que você tinha imaginado) do homem. Ele estranha o contato por um breve segundo, mas relaxa ao te ver com uma expressão distraída no rosto.

— E o sorvete que eu vou pagar pra você? — comenta para lembrá-lo enquanto seguem o fluxo das outras pessoas.

— Ah… — limpa a garganta. — Na verdade, eu acabei errando mais, lembra?

— Sério?

— Você não prestou atenção no filme? — indaga de forma engraçada, já preparado para implicar com você ou algo do tipo.

— É, eu tava… distraída. — sorri ao encará-lo por um instante a mais do que o comum. Definitivamente tinha perdido a noção do perigo.

Mesmo se convencendo de que não tem nada demais e que ele está ficando maluco, estremece um pouco. Aproveita, então, para trocar o caminho e partir para a sorveteria.

Lá, tudo parece voltar ao “normal”. Vocês conversam como bons amigos enquanto tomam a sobremesa, Kun experimenta alguns dos sabores diferentes da sua tigela sob muitos protestos. Ele sabe que você ama o de pistache, então rouba uma colherada generosa só para ver sua cara de brava.

O clima é mais leve na volta para casa. A música no fundo embala o seu cansaço, e você aproveita para reclinar a cabeça sobre o ombro do vizinho. Entrelaça seus dedos na mão livre e brinca ao cantarolar a letra do rock clássico.

Desta vez o toque não o assusta, pelo contrário. Ele cede ao carinho e retribui, ainda em debate sobre como deveria interpretar as coisas.

Kun gosta de você já há algum tempo. No início não fez nada porque é o seu chefe, e acabou perdendo a chance para Renjun. Depois disso, sentiu que se tentasse algo seria injusto com o seu sofrimento, portanto, teve de assistir às péssimas escolhas que levaram ao seu envolvimento com Jaehyun. E agora não parece o momento para investir na possibilidade de vocês dois.

Você ainda está machucada, esperar mais um pouco não faria mal. Tem resistido todo esse tempo, resistiria mais.

Contudo, ele não contava com a força contrária que você decidiu fazer a partir daquela noite.

Acima de tudo, Kun é seu amigo e precisa ir devagar para não ultrapassar nenhum limite. Começou com um beijo mais demorado na bochecha ao cumprimentá-lo, sempre recebendo um sorriso sem jeito em resposta.

Depois, as jogadas de cabelo enquanto o explicava a agenda de publicações perto demais o pegaram desprevenido. O cheiro do perfume frutado não o deixa em paz.

Então vieram os apertos na coxa ao rir de uma piada que ele fez durante as caronas, as piadas de duplo sentido, os flertes nas entrelinhas…

São coisas pequenas que o fazem desejar perder a cabeça por instantes, só deixar qualquer postura de lado e te beijar. É como se você estivesse rondando os pensamentos dele de propósito, só para provocar.

O próximo passo quase o faz ceder.

Kun precisou te chamar para debater os ajustes de protocolo para edições, inventaram um padrão novo que você precisa saber. Ao te observar fechar a porta do escritório dele, respira fundo, se repreendendo por notar um pouco demais em você.

Você não ajuda, pois, em vez de usar a cadeira, segue até o outro lado e se senta na própria mesa, cruzando as pernas bem na altura dos olhos dele. Finge estar distraída com os papéis diante de si, mas vê quando ele desvia o olhar das suas pernas para a tela bloqueada do computador.

Segurando uma risada, ajeita o cabelo e limpa a garganta.

— Sim, chefe? — brinca com o apelido, sabendo que ele odeia. — Digo, Kun.

— Ha-ha. — finalmente toma coragem e te mira. — Leu o e-mail sobre o protocolo novo?

— Sim. — acena com a cabeça, fechando a pasta e depositando-a atrás de si, dando toda sua atenção ao homem à sua frente.

— E você… você tem alguma dúvida? — fixa o olhar bem nos seus olhos.

— Não. — apoia os punhos ao lado do quadril, arqueando uma sobrancelha para Kun.

Ele repara, então, que não teve de te chamar ali. Apenas queria te ver.

— Ah, ótimo. Pode ir, então. — volta a checar a tela do computador. Antes que pudesse pôr a senha para desbloqueá-lo, você desce da mesa e se coloca atrás dele.

— Tá tudo bem? — passeia as mãos pelo trapézio musculoso, massageando devagar. — Você parece meio… distante.

Kun relaxa sob o seu toque e tomba a cabeça para o lado. Se você pudesse…

— Hoje tá meio corrido, mas normal. — responde baixinho. — Falta pouco pra acabar.

— Topa um vinho hoje? — sugere, mesmo incerta de que ele aceite.

Kun ainda insiste na ideia de não beber durante a semana.

— A gente pede uma coisinha pra comer, abre um vinho e petisca enquanto espera chegar. — escorrega as mãos pelo torso, envolvendo-o num abraço, até que sua boca chegue mais perto do ouvido para tentar convencê-lo.

— É uma boa ideia, não vou negar que tô precisando. — ouve-o responder e comemora de leve, fazendo-o sorrir. — Não se acostuma não.

— Tarde demais.

Você comenta e se levanta, recolhendo seus papéis e saindo da sala. O dia tinha acabado de ficar melhor.

Ao chegar em casa, corre para tomar um banho relaxante antes de receber Kun, que foi fazer o mesmo no próprio apartamento. Assim que termina de se arrumar, inicia o preparo dos petiscos numa tábua: queijos, mais alguns frios, amendoins… tudo que tinha.

O vizinho chega quando você deposita as taças na mesa de centro, entra sem bater e sem tocar a campainha porque você o havia avisado que a porta estaria destrancada.

— Já fiz o pedido naquele italiano que a gente gosta, tudo bem? — ele pergunta enquanto você o entrega a bebida.

— Perfeito, vai demorar muito? — se senta com as pernas sobre as dele, disfarçando um sorriso quando sente as mãos fortes deslizarem pela sua canela.

Kun passou a te tocar muito mais nas últimas semanas, seu objetivo está se aproximando aos poucos.

A conversa flui muito bem como sempre, sem nem precisar de televisão ligada para entretê-los. Quando a comida chega, continuam conversando e bebendo o vinho perfeitamente harmonizado. Tudo parece se encaixar bem, mesmo faltando uma coisa.

Num brevíssimo segundo de coragem, você apoia uma das mãos no braço do sofá, passando o tronco por cima das pernas de Kun, e abandona a taça vazia na cômoda ali. Ficou levemente surpresa ao sentir os dedos na sua lombar te guiando de volta. Senta-se sobre os calcanhares, fitando o vizinho que discorre sobre uma das perguntas que tinha feito.

— Você sempre foi tão… — começa a falar quando ele termina, tomando o vinho restante da própria taça. — Nada, deixa.

— Agora fala, né. — o sorriso charmoso deixa claro que ele está mais leve.

— Vou reformular, então. — você diz e ele balança a cabeça para que prosseguisse. — Você é tão… bonito. — porque não está muito atrás de Kun, uma de suas mãos brinca com o ombro definido, a outra está apoiada perto do joelho.

— Você só reparou isso agora? — com a confiança de um homem alegrinho, ele alfineta sua investida. — Eu já reparei tanta coisa há tanto tempo.

Agora sim isso está ficando interessante.

— Tipo o quê? — morde os lábios ao encurtar um pouco a distância, inclinando-se um pouco mais na direção dele.

Kun não responde, põe as mãos atrás das suas coxas e te traz para o colo, fazendo-a envolver o quadril com as pernas. Ele te lança um olhar para checar se está tudo bem, e você assente devagar.

— Tipo que você quer tanto me beijar, mas tá me esperando tomar uma atitude.

Ele ri, negando as próprias palavras.

— Não, você tá me fazendo querer tomar uma atitude. — declara, por fim, os pensamentos que importunavam a mente nos dias anteriores.

— E funcionou? — sussurra sobre os lábios quase colados nos seus.

Outra pergunta que não precisa de resposta.

Exasperado, ele inicia um beijo com toda força que tem. Na bagunça entre os lábios desejosos, sua língua pede permissão e Kun cede sem nem pestanejar, aprofundando o beijo enquanto te guia pela nuca.

Seus dedos causam a bagunça que tanto imaginaram nos fios do homem, sem resistir puxá-los com mais vontade quando ele aperta seu quadril contra o dele. Não dá tempo de se recuperar porque as mãos fortes viajam pelas coxas, pela cintura, pelas costas.

Sem fôlego, separa o beijo intenso, mas não perde tempo. Beija cada parte do pescoço de Kun, arranhando o peitoral por cima da camisa quando ele inclina a cabeça para te dar mais acesso.

Ao passo que sua língua encontra o ponto fraco vez após vez, fica difícil disfarçar os suspiros mais altos que se derramam nos lábios. A visão é tão deliciosa, você não resiste a beijá-lo outra vez, desabotoando os botões da camisa marcada pelo seu batom.

Suas mãos sentem o torso exposto de Kun, provocando com as unhas ao alcançar o cós da calça. Os músculos tensionam sob seus dedos, e você sorri entre o beijo ao arrancar mais um suspiro dele.

A vontade que umedece sua calcinha te faz rebolar sobre o volume que você deseja, então quem geme é você, partindo o beijo ao fazê-lo. Kun aperta a carne da sua bunda e repete o movimento, querendo ouvir o som outra vez. Enquanto vocês encontram o ritmo perfeito, ele marca o seu colo e o seu pescoço com beijos molhados, vez ou outra gemendo bem perto do seu ouvido.

— Se você continuar rebolando assim, eu vou ter que arrancar esse vestido. — as palavras percorrem seu corpo e param bem onde você precisa dele.

— Eu só comprei esse vestido pra você tirar ele de mim. — confessa sem interromper o contato que só te incendeia mais.

Num movimento rápido, Kun abaixa o zíper lateral e remove a peça, se desfazendo dela de qualquer jeito. Hipnotizado pelo seu corpo, ele não desvia o olhar nenhum segundo sequer de cada parte sua. Por toda a noite, Kun te marca como dele. O segredo compartilhado em quatro paredes é intenso, delicioso e tão eletrizante que é difícil parar.

Ofegantes, mas completamente satisfeitos, se abraçam deitadinhos. Você é a primeira a rir, e Kun se deixa contagiar.

— Pra quem se fez de difícil…

Ele aperta o abraço na sua cintura, te repreendendo, mas não refuta. Permitem os corpos se acalmarem antes de tomar outro banho, juntos desta vez.

Agora Kun te conhece por inteiro, e não dá para saber aonde isso vai ou no que vai dar. No entanto, tudo que importa agora é essa eletricidade inescapável.

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blue-broken-heart · 1 year

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19+ Steady Hands Johnny Suh X Kun Qian X Reader

!Short extract! Summary: You and Kun are dating and he takes you to get a tattoo at one of his friends' shop. Johnny is a heavily tatted man with a dark vibe about him, he's focused and sexy as hell. When you decide to put the tattoo on your hip things seem to go downhill for you.

Tropes and Triggers: cuckholding (Gratification from seeing ones partner engage with another), tattooing, blood, Sthenolagnia (muscle lovers), Body painting(focused on the sensation of the tattoo gun), Edging, No-release, Oral(Fem receiving).

This Kun:

This Johnny:

This Vybe:

Work starts;

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

Your eyes darted around the small room. It had a number of patterns and stencils framed and placed against the walls. However unlike most beliefs the room was very well lit. almost too bright and there were extra wheely lamps that would be used during the process if needed.

Strangely it was as if Johnny already knew you were going to tattoo your hip, he had placed an odd extension onto the chair, and had you lift one leg onto it.

Of course it served the purpose of allowing your entire hip to be shown but when it clicked you’d be underwear less on it- that became a bit of a suggestive item. You did it nevertheless.

“J-Jo-Jon stop please~” You moan, legs open wide, air cooling your entire cunt as Johnny tattoo’ over your mound. his muscles flexing as he held your skin taunt to ensure the area didn't get fucked up.

You knew there would be a high- very high chance that you’d get turned on during this session but Kun sat there and got his thigh tattoos so easily you were content you could do the same.

Your tattoo wasn’t even that detailed, but Johnny would make it so.

“Babe- hold out, Jon’s almost done with the line work,” Kun smirked, kissing your knuckles, you could feel his tongue slip between your index and middle finger to stroke the flesh. It made you arch in shock trying to avoid the movement.

Instead due to Johnny’ hand placed flat on your gash your movement made his finger slip between your lips, it made your thighs shake.

Your eyes shooting to the man instantly- however he remained focused on the task at hand and didn’t bother with where his hand went. You could see his his toned muscles flexed and bulged in his forearm as he moved the gun, then he moved his hand from your cunt to grab his wash cloth and wipe away your blood.

They felt nice.

He had thick rough fingers that you could feel through the blue latex gloves.

He pressed down a bit with his hand while biting his lip, the hand with the tattoo gun moving a bit slower, making you writhe a bit and you could feel his finger brush over your entrance.

“K-Kun,” you beg, eyes watering as he licked and sucked at your hand, “Make it stop~ haaaa ahhhh~”

There was a small pop of your lower back cracking and it was there you couldn’t be more thankful that you and Kun showed up right before Johnny closed so it was just the three of you in the corner shop on the plaza.

“I can’t,” you pant, biting your lower lip. Tattoos didn’t hurt a lot, but you didn’t expect that this would get you so hot.

“What do you want us to do?” Johnny said, sitting back and smirking up at you.

Holding up his gloved hand that glittered with slick from his pressing on your lower lips. He rolled his chair back a bit, the over head light making your cunt shine as your slick bubbled and throbbed as your clenched under the gaze of the men.

“I won’t survive this tattoo,” You bit your lip.

You felt very exposed under the black leather chair, the separate leg extension wide apart with you laid back. The bright light shining down on you, generates extra heat to make you sweat.

“So you’re going to stay squirming under Jon?” Kun asked, pulling away from your now sticky hand. He held it and brought it between your legs, “Or you want to block up and go home?”

“I- I’m getting turned on,” You whine, letting your hand rest over your cunt, touching a bit of blood that rose after Johnny wiped your skin.

“Then tell me princess? What’s your deal?” Johnny asked and you liked that name from his mouth.

It sounded dirty.

“Keep going,” You exhale after a few moments of looking at the two men in silence, “But!” You hold up the wet hand Kun moves, “If I’m close I want one of you to finish me.”

“Hhm?” Jon smirked, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes, as he pushed it back, “K- you heard what your girl’s telling me all spread legged in my shop right?”

“I hear her loud and clear J,” Kun smirked, his hand holding your chin as his thumb swipes over your lower lip. You let him trace his hand over your chest and stomach and grip your mound before he uses his finger to spread you making you gasp in shock, “So I’m letting you use my girl, show her what a dirty cockslut is.”

Johnny laughed a deep sound that made you breathe faster. Johnny looked like the dangerous type, and you liked that. Johnny looked like the type who liked choking- but kept at it until his partner blacked out and couldn’t move properly and he’d keep going.

“Then I’ll take you up on that K,” Johnny said,dipping one of those rough fingers into you and drawing a line up from your hole to your peaking clit.

“Look at her,” Kun spoke, “She’s so fucking needy right now,”

Johnny pulled his hand away and lifted his finger to Kun who smirked, looking at you as he leaned down to suck Johnny’s finger. Making a show of bobbing his head and swirling his tongue on his friends’ hand.

“Gods you’re so fucking hot right now,” Johnny laboured, using his other hand to grip Kun's neck and drag him into a kiss.

The men locked lips and kissed feverishly, letting small moans and pants escape the gasps for air and slippery sounds of their spit mixing.

It thrilled you seeing Kun under someone. It made your legs tremble in joy as Johnny didn’t break eye contact with you throughout his little make out with Kun.

It was so exciting seeing Johnny focus on you while he had Kun’s eyes rolling back under him from nothing but a kiss.

“MMh~” Kun struggled out and broke the kiss, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Lets finish her up first.”

Johnny smirked, and simply moved back to cleaning his tattoo gun and changing the needles and ink.

“Hey y/n,” Johnny called after a bit, he looked ready to put the gun back to your skin.

“Yeah?” You ask curiously, it was still embarrassing sitting spread legged, wet and having Johnny on a wheely stool between your legs.

“You look good in fishnets don’t you?” Johnny asked and you were startled.

“Should I put on a pair?” You grin back. If you were embarrassed your goal would be to make them hot.

“You got one?” Kun asked, a fat grin breaking out.

“Does he?” You ask, looking over at Johnny, who looked between you and Kun before laughing and wheeling away.

He came back with a little plastic pouch from the front of the store, “Of course I do.”

Johnny winked, tearing open the pack and throwing it to you, “Get busy princess.”

You wore them and lifted your legs back in. letting Johnny back to tattooing. About 15 minutes later you started feeling it again. You gripped Kuns’ hand a bit tighter, trying to draw his attention from his phone.

Johnny kept starting on your ass and moving forward, letting your mound be the last thing he did. He’d take his time and slowly fill int the patterns then colours and what not.

“J-Jon?” You asked out, feeling his hand pressing on you again.

“Yeah?” Johnny asked, completely unfazed.

“Dip your fingers,” You whine a little.

Johnny didn't pay much attention but when his finger dipped your eyes rolled back and you moaned as his ring and index finger slipped right into your cunt. Your jaw slackening as you try to ride them.

Johnny pressed his finger down and it pained you, making your hips flutter to relax, “Down girl.”

He scolded, shaking his head, “When I finish this part's shading daddy’ll fix princess, okay?”

“Yes.” You panted, nodding as you tense and untense your lips, trying to create some friction.

Johnny used his hand to wipe away the bit of blood that came up from your skin from the constant miniature stabbings and kissed your thigh with a sly smirk, “Just a bit again before I finish the shading okay?”

Nodding as Johnny licked away some of your blood making you tense your thighs.

Fuck Johnny was so hot with it. Kun didn’t look to care as he sat there texting away laughing at some times and smirking. However with a single glance down you could tell Kun was listening, he was definitely listening and his cock wanted to be apart of it as it was beginning to pay attention.

“John~” You breathe out, unable to contain it. You were unaware of anything other than the humming of the gun and the small jolts it sent through your body.

“Mmh?” Johnny mused and you felt so strange. Your clit was flicking itself. Sending sharp pulses through your body and making your chest tick.

“Good girl princess.” Johnny praised as your head dropped.

You were a bit too out of it, when you felt a small tingle stroke over your clit. It got you confused as the vibrating had stopped. You didn’t pay attention to your hands on your stomach bunching your t-shirt until it got stronger and more controlled.

When the movement began to flick and swirl your legs started shaking and your body shot up. Johnny’s head was buried between your legs as he had started to eat you out.

You wanted to- putting your hands into his hair and gripping the very soft strands that felt like silk. Rolling your waist on his face as his arms snake around your waist and hold you in place. The curses fall out of your mouth like drool did.

Johnny built you up and kept you there until your convulsing body couldn't breathe anymore and he pulled away. Discarding his gloves and moving to clean the tattoo gun again.

Your jaw was loose and eyebrows pressed together as you struggled to sit up and look at him.

Was this the game they’d set for the duration?

me aka the janitor go in to clean after cause these mfs made me wait outside:

I apologise for writing this for you to read but since you did and you got this far- like it and reblog it now.

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fly-forever-young · 1 year

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Hi dear. Could you plz do, Lucas as your boss and Fuck you in office.. plz🥺 tq❤️

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"Miss Y / n, Mr. Wong wants you in his office urgently"

"Oh thank you, I'll go there now"

You head to his office which is on the top floor, as you walk you feel everyone's eyes on you. When you arrive at your destination, his secretary with a attitude of superiority lets you in to the boss's office.

"Miss Y / n is here as requested"

Mr. Wang turns looking at you, his eyes light up with a strange light while you don't know what to do with yourself.

"If you need anything else call me-" Says the secretary

"No it's okay, you can go thanks"

The answers make the secretary smiles and she goes away silently closing the door.

"Hello Mr. Wang, why did you call me?"

Mr. Wang smiles and then goes to sit in his chair on his desk, looking at you amused.

"Why can't I call you in my office? If I'm not mistaken, I'm the boss"

He gesture you to come closer and you do, you are in front of the large desk.

"Of course boss"

"Good, now that I have clarified your position ..."

He leaves his sentence hanging as his eyes observe every single part of your body.

"Start taking off your clothes Miss Y / n"

You look at him in shock and he smiles, a smile that has nothing innocent.

"We're in the office, they could hear us ..."

Mr. Wang laughs at your statement and then becomes serious again.

"I told you to undress"

His gaze challenges you to disobey but you don't dare so you slowly begin to take off your clothes.

"Even the bra and the underwear Miss Y / n"

You hesitate but still take off the last clothes you have left and remain naked, uncovered in front of his eyes.

His gaze examines every part of your body, your cheeks are on fire.

"Cute, now turn around"

You turn around with your back to him, you feel his gaze on you, you rub your legs for the cold or to get some sensation between your legs

"Come and sit Miss Y / n"

You turn around and shyly go to him who opens his legs wide to make room for you, you place your hands on his shoulders keeping your head down so as not to meet his gaze.

"You Shy? Look at me baby"

He says this as he caresses your breasts with his cold hand. You look up slowly and see him smirk at you.

"They will hear us Mr. Wang"

"Let them hear everything, it's not the first time"

He places a hand on your cheek and then approaches and kisses you, at the beginning he starts with simple pek then in a moment his tongue is inside your mouth exploring, your lips collide strongly and you follow his movements, his hands now caress every part of your body he can reach. You find it hard to breathe and you pull away to get some air, Mr. Wang begins to kiss your neck by biting and marking your skin. You hold into his hair while enjoying the pleasure.

Mr. Wang stops and looks at your pussy you immediately understand that today he does not want to waste time and therefore you try to take off his belt he helps you, freeing his cock, you look at him nervous still you are surprised by his size and you can not believe how his dick fit in your pussy.

"I hope you are wet enough because I'm in a hurry today"

"Yes, sir"

Mr. Wang helps you get down and take his cock inside you, inch by inch, you try to fight the burning sensation you feel. Once he's all inside he immediately starts moving his hips up making you scream.

"Wait! Slow-"

Mr. Wang instead increases his speed and intensity as he holds your waist making you sit still, you are sure that his grip will leave footprints but you don't care.

"Scream for me baby as you always do"

"Mister Wang! Please! - Aaahh"

Mr. Wang said he didn't have much time today but you didn't expect it to be possible for a human to make such fast and intense movements.

"Mister Aah fuck- Oh God"

Mr. Wang makes you stand up from his legs and then turn you over and lean against the desk.

In a moment his dick is already inside you, hitting from behind, you lay on the desk dropping some papers and pens. Doing it from behind is even more intense, his hand hit your butt making you moan.

"Why are you still - so tight ?!"

You try to hold into to something because of the intensity of his thrusts but you find nothing, only now you notice your cheeks wet with your tears, you didn't even realize you were crying.

"Sir! Please! - Mr-Wang-"

"I'm almost there"

His thrusts increase in speed and you come, instead he is trying to reach his peak.

"OH MY GOD- SIGNOR WANG! -AAH"

Mr. Wang comes after a couple of minutes after you, his warm cum is inside you, whitening your walls. "Oh fuck Y / n"

He pushes a couple of times to make sure every drop is inside you, then takes his cock out. You are out of breath and all your energy has been drained. You hear Mr. Wang pull up his pants and settle down while you are still on his desk.

"I'm addicted to your pussy Y / n you take me so well"

You find the strength to stand up, your legs are shaking and you feel his cum running down your leg. Mr. Wang looks at you satisfied and then helps you sit on his chair.

"Now I have to go I have a business meeting, stay here as long as you want"

"Yes Mr. Wang"

Mr. Wang kisses you this time more gently.

"I already told you that when it's just the two of us to call me Lucas"

You nod and he walks away.

After you rest and settle down, you exit Mr.Wang's office. While walking you still feel your legs shaking a little but you try to pretend nothing happened, you pass in front of the secretary who accompanied you to the his office she pretends nothing has happened.

Here it is, thanks for your patience I hope you like it😘❤❤ by ❤💚🌷

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mystverse · 1 year

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RED | L.TN

Pairing : ten lee × afab reader

Genre : romance

Warning : graphic description of sex, consensual sex, use of safe word so please proceed with caution, minors dni, etc.

Song : Animals - Maroon 5

Your fingers type out your resignation letter with your eyes trained on it, when your assistant arrives with someone who you'd hate to deal with, ❝Y/N, Mr.Lee is here to see you❞ you audibly scoff, rolling your eyes, ❝Tell him to come in and you can leave, Yeon. Ask my driver to drop you home❞

The door clicks open, and Ten walks in with his black hair messy and wet, and his white shirt clinging to his skin, ❝Ever heard of welcoming guests, Y/N?❞ you shouldn't notice the way. He pulls off the cloth, sticking to his skin or the tattoos visible through his shirt. You shouldn't notice the way he smiles, his iconic annoyingly beautiful smile that irritates you to the core. You shouldn't notice water droplets trickling down his Adam's apple and fading into his wet, transparent shirt, but you do, it's very much clear to your eyes, and you internally cuss yourself for it, before hissing out a reply, ❝What even made you think that I'll consider you as a guest?❞ you slam the files shut that are open around you and minimize the mail.

The rain must have been heavy, you think to yourself. If not, Ten would never come to your mansion willingly since you hated him with a burning passion, and you have your reasons. He's your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend. Things didn't work out when both of you had to compete for the CEO position at Lush Fashion House. It was a battle for power that crumbled your relationship, causing the break-up. Harsh words had enough damage to both of you. Both of your families weren't aware of it, and you wanted to keep it like that, acting like you are so in love (you are, actually but so blinded by the power to admit it) for their peace of mind, but all that happened didn't mean you didn't love him. You did, you do, and you always will, but it's just not meant to be. It's not happily ever after, and you hated that.

Your socks clad feet curls up when they touch the freezing cold floor, making you curse. Ten chuckles, as he follows you out of your built-in office, ❝Come on, Y/N. We are co-CEOs, and we share a very special bond❞ he licks his lips, not hiding the fact he's staring at your exposed legs. You could feel his eyes on you and even his hand when he grabs you by your waist. You try not to melt under his touches, but it's hard, too hard to resist him when you love him yet hate him.

❝Stop with your bullshit, Lee. That was a one time thing❞ you push him away, hissing at him again, ❝But it wasn't one time, kitten❞ he whispers, arms curling around you again, cold fingers settling under your beige shirt. You flick his forehead and shoving him away from you, ❝It should have been! So the second time is a mistake, and so is the third, fourth, and every single time❞ you laugh coldly, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants and your oversized black shirt. You throw the towel at him, placing the clothes in your bed, and you walk out, trying to ignore him, as he strips off his shirt.

You go back to your office, falling into your soft blankets piled up in your spare cot. You can hear soft steps entering the room, you scowl, not bothering to look at his irritatingly handsome face. For a minute or so, the room is quiet, and you get chills when he starts speaking in his sultry voice, ❝If us fucking was a mistake, I'd do it again and again❞ you roll onto your back, shivering either from the coldness of the rain or his way with words. He joins you without even bothering to ask because he knows that you'd give in. You're weak for him, like that. He knows the right switches to flick on, and he does it all the time. He curls against you, his bare torso rubs against your back and arms circle you, ❝Put on fucking shirt, Lee❞ you weakly hiss, masking your gasp, and squirming out of his arms, but you can't and you didn't want to when he's too comfortable, to snuggle in, to bury your face into his chest like you always loved. You're letting him in, letting to be in control, submitting to him, and you know that he knows with the way he grins mischievously, ❝Why kitten? Do I still affect you? Thought you hated me. Thought you'd never let me touch you after we broke up❞ his silky smooth voice is teasing, as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath and caressing your burning skin.

❝T-Ten, peo-ple, there are peo-ple he-re❞ you gasp out, your skin turns red, a darker shade and droplets of sweat starts forming on your skin, and Ten chuckles breathily, his fingers wandering further in, tracing the skin gently, ❝We aren't doing anything, kitten. Why are you so concerned about people in the house?❞ he smirks, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing wet kisses. ❝Or do you want me to do something?❞ he nibbles at the skin under your jawline. You quietly moan, arching your back lightly, moist palms crunching the blanket.

❝N-No❞ you stutter, when you feel his erection through his boxers, you curl into a ball, red in the face embarrassed with how wet you are for him, just from his voice and not-so-innocent touches, ❝The truth, Kitten. I don't like my kitten lying to me❞ he husks, turning you to face him. You don't even try to resist, becoming like a puppet in his arms.

❝Answer, Kitten. Don't keep me waiting❞ he chuckles, placing your hand over his tattoo, since you always loved it. You moan, as he drags your hand down but he isn't leading it, it's you who traces his flawless skin, and now you see it, his boxers do nothing to hide his painfully semi-hard member, ❝Touch me, Ten❞ you mutter quietly, ❝Fuck me till I pass out. Fuck me till I forget my name- just fuck me❞ you know the more that you beg, the more he loses control. You don't even why you are doing this anyway, but it's amusing to watch his cool, laid-back attitude dissolving in front of you, crumbling at your words.

❝You shouldn't give me so much power, Kitten❞ he growls, the few buttons holding your shirt together hits the ground, but you are too distracted to care, when he hovers over and joins his lips to yours in a steamy kiss, ripping of the remaining clothes from your body. The air in the room is alarmingly hot than earlier and Ten looks like a predator cornering his prey, and you are his prey, his carnal hunger hasn't been satiated without you and there's only very little he can do with his hands.

❝Kitten, you have two choices❞ he eases his middle finger into your core with a cruel grin, you choke out a moan, clenching around his finger, ❝Fuck you to the point you can't walk straight for weeks❞ he pecks your lips, with that same grin, and pushes two fingers together, ❝or eat you out till you writhe around and beg me to stop❞ you hiss, adjusting to his fingers without complaining like you used to do, because even three fingers won't help you adjust to his size.

❝Bo-th. I wa-nt both❞ you whimper, your palms going over your face, but he stops you with a devilish grin, thrusting his fingers to brush your prostrate. You scream out his name, twisting and turning in his hold but he doesn't mind it, ❝Don't be greedy, Kitten. You can't handle it❞ he whispers with his damned smile, sending chills throughout your body, ❝I-I ca-n❞ you fight back, but you don't know if you can.

Now you regret after a few seconds, seeing his signature smirk, stripping off his boxers, ❝In proper words, then, Kitten. What do you want me to do?❞ he demands, his voice strict laced with lust, eyes dark and sinful, and lips, luscious red lips sucking her neck, you whine but you do, because dom Ten is scary if disobeyed, ❝Eat m-me out a-nd the-n fu-ck me till I can't wa-lk❞

His hold on your plush thighs is strong enough to leave marks, you couldn't give a damn about it with the way he licks between your folds, igniting your insides on fire, you moan out, cheeks already tear-stricken and red, pink lips quivering, begging but you don't know what you're begging for, you clench your thighs together but he keeps them in place, and sucking even more when you clench. He sucks on your clit, tasting the precum dripping out of your core, ❝Sweet❞ he mutters, pushing his tongue inside you as you come, falling apart for the fourth time, moaning pitifully and eyes filled with hot tears, whimpering every second.

Everything is sensitive. Every touch of his is like burning your skin with pain and pleasure. He wipes his lips, licking the white liquid, and gets ready to go down on you again with a sadistic glint in his eyes, ❝No mo-re, Ten no. Can't. Ple-ase no. I can't han-dle any-more❞ he groans, as his fully hard member twitches visibly when you beg.

❝Kitten, one last time. Let me fuck you senseless to finish your request❞ he rolls on a condom, and pushes himself inside, thrusting roughly into your core. You hiss, pleasure is blinding with your wet core, red and sensitive. His pace is slow and gentle at the start, but he turns ruthless at some point, almost to the point of breaking you.

Your screams of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping against skin creates the perfect music he loves, ❝Ah-too mu-ch Ten, too mu-ch❞ you scream, tears falling endlessly wetting your cheeks again, when he keeps brushing your prostrate, over-stimulating you. He doesn't even bother about the tears, like he said he fucks you senseless. You come with a choked scream, crumbling under him, barely conscious yet he keeps going, railing you without a pause.

❝Red! Te-n, no more! Red! 'm sorry. Too mu-ch ❞ you scream, heaving out choked out breaths. The stinging pain is coursing through your lower body. Ten freezes on hearing the safeword, and he realizes how much he had been careless with you, he presses his lips all over your face, kissing the tears off, and he slowly pulls out, ❝ca-n't, no mo-re❞ you hiss in pain, scrunching up your face with tears falling down. It's takes a second for him to get his mind together, ❝Baby, don't be sorry. You shouldn't be. I should've been careful❞ he kisses you full on lips, distracting you from the numbing pain, ❝I'm sorry, baby. I should've been gentle❞ he whispers, lifting you up in his arms, ❝Shh. Just clean me up and put me to sleep❞ you mutter voice hoarse, and your eyes droop as you fall asleep in his arms.

❝Lee Y/N, you did not just resign!❞ Ten barges into your room, door slamming to the wall. You knew this is the reaction you would get, and you answer nonchalantly, closing your laptop with a grin, ❝Oops, but I just did❞

❝You always wanted to be the CEO!❞ he whines, making you chuckle sweetly, and corner him to the wall, ❝I wanted control, Lee. And I control the CEO❞ you whisper, pressing your lips to his.

: MYST

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breadcatcreations · 2 years

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I just fucking know that Jisung loves it when you wear really short crop tops. Ughhh and when you need something on a shelf but can’t reach it. And your shirt is riding up to see the top of your tits. oh oh and when if he picks you up to grab it and his face is right next to your exposed skin. He’s definitely making a bathroom run after this interaction. And don’t get him started on when you stretch. My guy would NEVER say it to anyone. Maybe Chenle but he know that Chenle would tease the living hell out of him. Ugh and if he’s horny enough he’ll definitely fuck the shit out of you. Like omg I still have legs. You can’t tell them but their there. Oops that got smutty :=}

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Secret | Qian Kun

Summary: You try to tell your boyfriend Kun that you are pregnant, but you can’t get a word in.

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty

Word Count: 0.5k

You have a big secret.

You’re pregnant.

Tonight, you have to tell your boyfriend Kun, who’s rehearsing with his rock band, Dreamerz.

Kun interrupts you before you can speak. ““We’re going to open for Nell, baby!” His eyes are feverishly bright. “They’re talking about a world tour!”

As he talks, Kun doesn’t even look at you.

You feel your frustration rise to the boil. Your feet ache, you smell like plane, and you’ve been fighting waves of sickness all evening.

Standing on the edge of the stage, watching Kun run down the stairs, you do something that you will regret for a long time.

“I’m pregnant!” you shout.

Kun freezes.

He stands, statuesque, his shoulders bunched.

When he turns, all of human history is visible on his face.

He walks back up the stairs towards you, his eyes on your belly.

One step. Another. Your heart thuds in your ears.

“How long?” he breathes.

“A month,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he says. Tears fall silently down his cheeks.

“I tried,” you say.

Kun rests his head on your belly and shuts his eyes, his tears dampening your shirt. A low animal sound leaves his throat, an emotion too strong for words.

You cradle his head in your hands, twisting his soft hair in your fingers. You never want to let go.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying not to cry. “I know this isn’t a good time, your world tour…”

He looks up at you, his face blank. “What?”

You laugh through your tears. “You were going to go on a tour, b-but I don’t think you can…”

Kun grins. “Fuck the world tour.” Then, he breaks out in tears again. “I’m going to be a father!”

He takes the next two steps in one bound, clutching you tight to him in a breathless hug. His strong arms make you feel weightless, like you could lift your feet off the ground, and you would still be safe.

“Easy there,” you chuckle, when his vice grip shows no sign of loosening. “Baby, remember?”

He gasps, letting you free. “Oh, I forgot.”

You laugh at the utter bewilderment on his face. “Aren’t you upset? About the band? I thought this tour was make-or-break for your career.”

“I want nothing except to meet our child.” Kun kisses your hand. “If you told me to give up music, right now, I would do it. I’m sorry if I haven’t made that clear.”

“I would never ask that of you,” you say, stunned.

“I know,” he says, smiling. “You’re too kind for that.” He chuckles to himself. “And if our baby gets even one fraction of your kindness, your brilliance, your beauty… they’re going to be just fine.”

You smile back at him.

“I would say the same.”

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