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calibabii21 · 11 months

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|| Work Your Magic || k.dy

pairing: model!Doyoung x stylist!reader

genre: suggestive, smut, mature

warning(s): light exhibitionism, choking (y'all know I had to), mention of seduction, suggestion of blowjob

wc: 942

a/n: @neoculturecollectives @multifandomslxt @tinypink-macaron I just reeeeaally felt like fw y'all tbhhhhh🤭 hope everyone who reads, enjoooyyyssss. *respectful* feedback always welcomed and appreciated :))

"Alright now look this way" the photographer instructs one of the recently recruited D&G Ambassadors. You've been in Korea for a little over a week now, but never had you seen such an angelic looking man, not in person. At least, until today.

Kim Doyoung. You'd heard of him, and of course listened to his group's music, but never did you think you'd be in such proximity to him. Just a few feet away. Your eyes follow the camera's trail from his fingers playing with the crucifix swinging from his neck, to his pretty face. "Oh" a small squeak slips out of your mouth as his eyes briefly cut in your direction and meet your own.

Although this is the third segment of the shoot, you are still freshly enamored by his ease. You can't help but admire the way the warm-toned tan blazer attractively complements his lightly pink-tinted porcelain skin.

It wasn't until the last wardrobe change that you realize just how fashionably versatile the man was. You had also noticed that he seemed to be just as taken with you as you are him. His gaze had been set on you as his body posed effortlessly. Seeing as you were right behind the photographer, putting you in his direct line of sight, his eyes pierced yours through the entire final frame. "Great job everybody, that's a wrap on today's shoot!" you're broken out of your trance and move straight to the wardrobe rack.

Just as you return from storing the costume pieces back onto the truck, your co-stylist informs you that Doyoung is having a wardrobe issue before scurrying off. You frown in confusion as you think possible issues he could have with taking off a loosely fitting knitted sweater, but make your way to his dressing room anyway.

"Come in," he calls as you knock on the door. "Pardon the intrusion, but I heard you were havin-" you stop mid sentence as you walk in to see him topless, skin coated with a sheen of sweat. "A wardrobe issue?" he finishes the thought for you, amusement lighting his eyes, though he doesn't smile. "Oh, um, yes. a wardrobe issue.." the door shuts softly behind you "So..what's the issue?" you internally kick yourself as you notice the awkwardness you're radiating and he chuckles showing his *seemingly* innocent, gummy smile.

"The zipper on my pants is messed up, but I didn't want to ruin the nice clothes you put together for me." You can't help but smile and raise an eyebrow, for several reasons. "You called me in here..because your pants zipper is broken?" your voice oozes amusement as you stalk toward him. His head hangs as your words sink in, "I see how this looks now, but I promise this isn't a scheme to seduce you" he jokes.

You feign disappointment as you inspect his zipper, "aw, what a shame." tugging on the metal closer seems to only make it worse so you squat and place one hand on his hips to brace yourself as you rapidly wiggle the zipper up and down to get it loose. You hear a sharp intake of breath, not realizing the friction you're creating against his crotch, "now who's trying to seduce who, heh." Your hands halt as you look up at him, the erotic suggestion of your position makes heat flow throughout your body.

There's a beat of silence as the two of you eye where your hands rest. "do you-" "it's fixed" you speak simultaneously. "oh..good." Neither of you seem to have intentions to separate. Instead, his right hand moves to hold your cheek, thumb caressing your bottom lip. By instinct, your lips part as your tongue teasingly pokes out and makes contact with the pad of his finger. "ohh you're dangerous" he shakily lets out with a shudder.

The air is thick as you slowly begin to lower his jeans from his hips. He bites down on his lip, watching as you bring your face closer to his crotch, his once controlled breaths now heavy and deep. "What are you going to do, Angel?" you practically mewl at the pet name and nuzzle your face against the front of his underwear, the only thing keeping your lips from making direct skin to skin contact with him. You feel yourself becoming impatient with your own game and slightly lean back to look up at him, as if asking permission to proceed. His hand, once caressing your face, now moves to your throat, soft, slender digits encircle it, making your eyes flutter as an involuntary whimper escapes you.

"You want me in your mouth, Princess?" his rich, soft-spoken voice meets your ears. You nod with begging, doe-like eyes, willing him to add a bit more pressure to the hand collaring your neck. "Go ahead baby," his gentle command confuses you, as you've never been so naturally submissive with a man, but you waste no time hooking your fingers into his waistband, eager get a first look at his arousal outside of its confines. Just as you run your tongue along his peeking tip, there's a startling knock on the door, "Mr. Kim, we have to be out of this studio in the next ten minutes."

You recognize the voice as the photographer's and move to get off of the floor in case he chooses to walk in, but Doyoung squeezes your neck in warning not to get up and grits his teeth as he weakly promises, "alright, I'll be out soon." He bites his lip and looks back down at you, making intense eye contact, "you've got eight minutes, Angel. Work your magic."

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gaystayzennie · 2 years

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NSFW Mark A-Z

(gender neutral reader) Remember that this is purely fictional, and not necessarily an accurate description of the members

Aftercare (How/ How much)

Probably doesn't know a whole lot about aftercare or what's "normal" for aftercare. He's such a caring person though and takes care of the dreamies, so he definitely wants to make sure you feel good after. Asks you how you feel and if you need anything. If you ask him to help you clean up, sing you to sleep, or anything else, he will happily oblige. But if you say you're good, he'll be happy to just fall asleep cuddling you after.

Body parts (fav on self and partner)

If you have a chest (fem readers) he's definitely a tits kinda guy. Lowkey embarrassed about it, but regularly steals glances at them if you're showing a bit of cleavage)

On a sweeter note, he thinks your smile is super adorable and he'll do everything in his power to make you smile and laugh as often as possible.

If you're shorter than him, he also thinks it's super super cute.

On himself he's proud of his toned body and wears sleeveless shirts when he's home alone with you to show off his muscles. He dances a lot and he likes showing off the hard work he puts in.

Cum (where/how etc)

Thinks it's super hot to pull out at the last second and cum all over your chest. Seeing his cum all over your body just turns him on even more and makes him want to keep going. Very messy during sex.

Dirty Secret (wants to try, or embarrassing incident)

He came home early one day and walked by your room while you were masturbating and stopped when he heard the noises through the door. Secretly stood there listening for a while until he figured out what was going on. He stayed there and jerked himself off to the sound of you getting yourself off.

Experience

Mark is an insanely busy person and he's been working his ass off since he was pretty young. He hasn't really had a chance to date pretty much at all. You're definitely his first real relationship. Super nervous for your first time, and you have to reassure him a lot in your relationship.

Favorite Position

He loves doggy style because he thinks it's really hot to hit from the back. (ew that sounds gross why did I say it like that??)

He also loves fucking you against his wall when he's feeling particularly horny and confident. Loves seeing your face as he pins you against the wall and thrusts into you at an animalistic pace.

Goofy (how serious/goofy during sex)

Laughs a lot at himself in general, and sex is really no different. If he gets really in his head, he'll be a lot more serious. But laughing is a regular occurrence for the two of you as you experiment with new things and embarrass yourselves together in the bedroom.

Hair (how groomed + preferences)

Doesn't shave at all because he doesn't see the point. He's a very traditional guy though, so he probably has some ideas about what a fem partner "should" look like (ew). Might be a little surprised if you aren't shaved down there, but would get over it quickly after making a confused face for a split second.

Intimacy (romantic/rough etc.)

Tries really hard to be romantic because he thinks sex is something really special. The type to put on a playlist or even set out some candles, rose petals, etc. to set the mood. Still goes rough on occasion because he wants to show off a little, but tries to be sensual most of the time.

When he goes rough, the motion of his ocean is INSANE. He can move his hips so freaking well it's insane. Once he figures out where your g-spot is, it's game over. Will have you crying in pleasure as he fucks you fast and hard hitting your sweet spot over and over.

Jack off (how often)

Probably jerks off a lot. He just gives horny teenager vibes...Plus being so busy means he probably has a lot of repressed sexual feelings and jerking off is the easiest way to relieve the feeling with his chaotic schedule.

Kinks

Doesn't seem like a super kinky guy. I think sex with him would be pretty vanilla honestly. Might try a few things for your sake if you want him to, but definitely prefers traditional sex.

Secretly has an overstimulation kink. Seeing you cry and roll your eyes back in pleasure makes him go faster as he forces you to hit your high again and again.

Also a fan of mutual masturbation. The idea of both of you sitting there moaning as you each pleasure yourselves is so hot to him.

Location (fav place)

Favorite place is his bed because like I said before, he's a very traditional guy.

If you ask him to join him in the shower after a long day of practice, he'll definitely take you up on your offer. Loves some slow, sensual shower sex where you guys can't keep your hands off of each other.

Motivation (turn ons)

Likes to hear you moan knowing that he's the only one that can make you make those noises. Finds your fucked out face super hot.

He's super easily flustered too, so if you flirt with him in public he won't be able to stop blushing as he thinks about what the two of you will be doing later that night.

No (turn-offs or wouldn’t be into)

He gets jealous easily, even if he won't admit it. If he sees you getting a little too close to another guy he'll feel super insecure about it, but probably won't bring it up with you out of embarrassment.

Wouldn't like the idea of a threesome at all out of fear that another guy might be able to make you feel better than him.

Oral (preferences)

Prefers receiving to giving. After you first convinced him to let you suck him off once after a particularly long day of practice, he's never looked back. When he's really stressed he'll come looking for you and bury his face in your neck mumbling about "baby...head...please...so stressed." Loves to sit back as you pleasure him and then melt into your arms after releasing into your mouth.

Prefers giving you a hand job over eating you out. Feels more confident in his abilities with his hands, especially after you show him how to find your clit/sensitive spot. Don't forget he's a talented guitarist who's good with his fingers ;)

Pace (how fast/rough)

Usually starts of slow and sensual before inevitably speeding up as he chases his high.

Quickie (thoughts on quickies)

Only goes for a quickie if one of you is feeling super super horny and there's no other time to do it. Would sneak to the bathroom for you guys to quickly get each other off. Definitely leaves craving for more, so don't be surprised if he pins you to the wall and starts making out with you when you guys get home that night.

Risk (how risky)

Not completely opposed to risky sex, but very hesitant. Super nervous and giggly if you guys ever decide to sneak off for sex in one of the studio rooms. Can't stop uncontrollably giggling and saying "dude (dude romantically) are you sure this is a good idea?"

Stamina (how long + how many rounds)

Doesn't last very long before cumming, but will go for multiple rounds. He's used to dancing for a long time, so he doesn't get tired after several rounds. Like I said before, he loves overstimulating you, so he tries to make sure you cum as many times as possible.

Toys (own or use any)

Not a fan of toys. Definitely doesn't own any himself.

Extremely flustered by the idea of wearing a vibrator in public, which you proposed to him once. He definitely entertained the idea when you suggested it. Imagine him blushing and hiding in your neck as he tries to maintain his composure....Whiny flustered Mark just ugh. So cute and hot at the same time.

Unfair (how much teasing)

Doesn't really tease you at all, but kind of likes being teased a little bit. Likes it when you put up a bit of a fight or make him ask for it. Being submissive turns him on.

Volume (volume during sex)

Loves hearing you moan more than anything.

Not afraid to moan a little for himself. Lets out a lot of soft grunts and sighs when you give him head, and sometimes whimpers a little when he's chasing his high.

Wild card

He once watched a video where a girl squirted all over her partner, and he's been super curious about it ever since. Secretly always wishes he could make you squirt just once to see what it's really like.

X-ray (length, girth, curve)

Pretty average. Maybe slightly above average... Like I said before though, the motion of his ocean more than makes up for anything he lacks down there.

Yearning (sex drive/ hornieness)

A very horny man. Would gladly sleep with you every day if he had the time and energy for it, but his schedule doesn't make that very easy.

Constantly getting turned on by all the tiny things you do. Just so deeply in love with you he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Zzz (how fast to fall asleep after)

Squeezes you tight in his arms after finishing and cuddles you as you both come down from your highs. He's probably constantly exhausted from work and falls asleep easily to the smell of your body and the sound of your soft breathing. You both fall asleep so content and comfortable.

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moonduckling · 1 year

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NEW SERIES INCOMING ♤ CITY LIGHTS ♤

Inspired By~ Baekhyun Album - City Lights

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THIS WILL BE A SERIES OF STORIES INSPIRED BY DEAR BAEKHYUN SONGS WITH EACH NCT 127 MEMBER. I WILL CHOOSE THE MEMBER BY RANDOM AND EACH SONG. I ALSO MAY USE THE SONG TWICE, SINCE THERE'S 7 SONGS AND 9 MEMBERS. ANYWAY, COMING SOON. SO STAY TUNE, ROYALS! 👑

~his-royal-tea

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writemekpop · 3 months

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Bad Girl | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: Jung Jaehyun is the first guy you’ve ever met who isn’t attracted to you. You’re determined to seduce him.

Genre: Enemies to lovers AU

Word Count: 1.5k

As you walked into the first play rehearsal, you felt your heart stutter.

A painfully hot guy was standing by the cast-only coffee table. He was tall, statuesque, in a long black coat and glasses. His chest strained at the fabric of his white shirt, as if his stiff body couldn’t be contained.

"Hey, you must be Jung Jaehyun," you said, looking up at him through your lashes. Now, you just had to wait for him to start drooling - guys couldn't resist you.

"Afternoon," Jaehyun said. He barely glanced at you. Was he gay or something? "Thank goodness you're here, we're out of tea."

You blinked. "Sorry…I’m your co-lead? I play Margot Warner, your character's wife?"

He stretched out his hand to shake yours, stiffly. "Apologies - I thought you were the coffee girl."

Damn it, even his cold stare of indifference was sexy.

"Let’s start with the argument scene," the director said.

You and Jaehyun took centre stage. "Does my gaze make you feel nothing?" you breathed, looking into his eyes. "My touch?" You twined your fingers in his heavenly soft hair. "My kiss?"

Standing on your tiptoes, you squeezed a kiss to his lips. They were cool as marble.

Jaehyun stared into your eyes. Now, overcome with desire, his character was meant to tear the buttons off your shirt and pull you close, just as the lights dimmed.

But Jaehyun stepped away from you. "Time out!" He sighed. "I just cannot understand what my character sees in hers. Why does he suddenly give in?"

The director nodded. "He’s right. We need some chemistry here, guys! This is… PG-13 at best.”

Jaehyun looked at you. "Listen, you may have never seduced a man, but you are going to have to pretend. That is of course, what actors do."

You could just strangle him. Never seduced a man? Jaehyun thought he was so much better than you, with his stupid little theatre degree from Harvard.

You didn’t need a fancy degree to be a good actor. Plus, you could eat Harvard boys for breakfast - and you had. You’d tasted half the football team, in fact.

Four hours later, you still hadn’t got the scene.

The director looked like he'd had enough. "Sort out the chemistry by tomorrow, or I’m firing one of you. Which one do you think I should fire?"

"Him!" you said, at the same time as Jaehyun snapped, 'Her!"

You stormed up the stairs of the auditorium to get your bag from one the seats. Chemistry problem. Bullshit. That was like saying Albert Einstein had an intelligence problem.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jaehyun said.

A tiny shiver ran down your spine.

"Are you really going to give up on the scene that easily?" Jaehyun taunted. "I've seen chihuahas with longer attention spans."

"It’s tough acting against a brick wall," you shot back.

Jaehyun shuddered. "If I have to teach you how to act, I will. Come here."

You walked over to him.

"Margot is trying to seduce her husband. Your acting is too unidimensional!"

"Uni-what?" you said.

"Obvious! You're playing it too obvious," Jaehyun said. "I can see why that would be a problem for you. The whole Barbie thing usually does the trick with men, doesn't it? With your tight dresses and your… long legs. " He glanced at your body, and quickly looked away. But you’d noticed.

You smirked. "So you think I'm hot."

Jaehyun scoffed. "What I'm saying is, you need to play the role with your whole body. Subtle - yet hair-raising." He grabbed your script. "I'll try Margot. Watch and learn."

Jaehyun stepped towards you.

On the surface, nothing had changed. But Jaehyun was a different man. His face was flushed, his breaths shaky. His eyes kept flashing to your lips, like it took everything in him not to kiss you.

"Does my gaze make you feel nothing?" he said quietly, his black eyes searching yours. "My touch?" He twined his fingers in your hair, and you couldn't hide the sound of your breath catching.

Every inch of your skin was alive.

"My kiss?"

Jaehyun kissed you. His lips were so much gentler than you'd expected. You knew it was just acting, but Jaehyun seemed so into you it made him nervous. His whole body trembled with desire.

You pulled back, struggling to catch your breath. That kiss was hair-raising.

Something told you Jaehyun wasn't that good an actor.

Jaehyun pulled back, his face flushed, a pink cloud of lipstick rimming his mouth. He was biting his plump lips, almost as if he was fighting a smile. "Clear?"

You smiled. "You've forgotten the end of the scene."

An unreadable expression flashed over Jaehyun’s face.

“How did it end again?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours.

Your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s lips. “Margot and Lewis find the time to… reconnect.” Your fingers found the opening of Jaehyun’s shirt. “To get to know each other again.”

Jaehyun gulped. “I thought they hated each other.” You started unbuttoning Jaehyun’s shirt, one button at a time. He shivered under your touch. “Hate and love aren’t as different as you think,” you said.

You abandoned Jaehyun’s shirt on the seats. His body belonged in an art gallery, a sculptor’s impression of the perfect man. Only, Jaehyun was not still and cold anymore. His chest was rising and falling, his flesh hot.

“This doesn’t mean I’m giving in,” Jaehyun said. “I still abhor you.”

“And I still don’t give a damn what abhor means,” you said, smirking. Jaehyun hoisted your leg up against his hip. His lips met yours now, hungrily, no script to lead the way.

On the couch in Jaehyun's big New York apartment, you smirked down at him, stroking his chest. "How was that for seducing a man?"

"Excellent work," Jaehyun said in mock-seriousness, trying not to look ridiculous despite still panting. "Highly commendable."

“You know…” you said, nuzzling into his chest, “if you were so into me, why did you act like a jerk?” “I’m married,” he said.

You felt a pang of disappointment.

“Divorced, to be precise,” Jaehyun continued. “Eight years. She was my… my first.” He spoke into your hair now. “I didn’t know what to do with the way I felt about you. I know I’m just a fling to you, but-“ “You’re not,” you said, moving to meet his eyes. He was gnawing at his plump lip, and you smoothed your finger over it, stopping him. “The way I felt last night… let’s just say I don’t get that a lot.” Your voice dropped. “Or ever.” “Are you saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?” Jaehyun said, turning you around so he was hovering over you, wearing a smug smirk.

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to earn that title…” you said, fixing your fingers in his hair.

The next day, when you returned to rehearsal, something had changed. “You- um, you first,” Jaehyun said, gesturing to the coffee pot.

“No, really, you,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. You had no idea how to act professionally now. Should you touch Jaehyun? Smile at him? Ignore him completely?

You both broke out into laughter.

When it came to that scene, however, you and Jaehyun fought the urge to rush to the end.

"Does my gaze make you feel nothing - my touch - my kiss, blah blah blah..." you mumbled, then pulled Jaehyun towards you in a kiss that made you weak in the knees.

A lot of the director’s throat-clearing later, Jaehyun finally prised you off him, and you stood next to each other. The spotlights were a little blurry – or was that your eyes?

The director started a slow clap, his mouth ajar.

"Will these two set the house on fire? I think so!" He walked towards you, lowering his voice. "But really, how did you do it? What's the secret?"

You grinned at Jaehyun. "We were just acting. That is, of course, what actors do."

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ncityprincess · 1 year

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pick up the phone, baby

plot: phone sex with boyfriend jaehyun

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you tossed your head back and let out a long sigh of frustration. there you were, stark naked and sprawled out in the middle of your large bed. with your man out for the night, it left you feeling lonely and needy. you were trying to find a way to pass some time all alone in your quiet apartment.

it wasn't like this was your first night alone without jaehyun. you and jaehyun always gave each other the space to have your own separate lives and interests outside of the relationship. jaehyun encouraged you to go to brunches and vacations with your friends, and you made it clear that you respect his lifestyle and friendships.

however, you weren't feeling so understanding this particular night.

you kept rubbing at yourself, itching for your climax like madwoman, but it never came. you just couldn't satisfy yourself the way you wanted to. you decided you needed some extra reinforcement and went to go fish for your trusty vibrator, only to find out it was dead. perfect.

why did jaehyun have to have his guys night tonight of all nights…

"fuck it!" you spat out and retrieved your phone from under the thick comforter. it took you no more than five seconds to unlock your phone and call your unsuspecting boyfriend.

jaehyun reached for his phone in his back pocket when he felt it vibrate. Considering the possibility that it could be you calling, he got up from the couch in search of some quiet and privacy. "yo yuta! you can take my turn." jaehyun said as he tossed yuta his controller. yuta merely nodded at him and picked up the controller so he could get ready to play.

jaehyun walked past the kitchen where Johnny and taeyong were making themselves drinks and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. low and behold, it was your beautiful contact photo gracing his lock screen. jaehyun picked up your call with a smile.

"hi my love, everything okay? have you eaten something yet?" jaehyun rambled into the phone like the attentive and sweet boyfriend he was. his innocent line of questioning almost took you out of your horny haze, the whole reason why you had called in the first place.

"hi." was all you said back in an airy tone.

jaehyun scratched his head softly. "um hi, is everything okay?" he repeated curiously.

"how's your little party with the guys going?" you asked in an even tone, mindlessly twirling a strand of your hair.

jaehyun had to admit, he was stumped. this outing wasn't something out of the norm for him. he always got together with his members. whether it was to play video games and order ungodly amounts of takeout, or sing karaoke until sunrise, this was nothing new. he appreciated you seemingly taking interest in how his night was going, but something was off...

"so far so good. we've just been playing the game and hanging out. we actually just ordered some pizza. I can bring you back a few slices if you want? we ordered from that place that we went to a few weeks ago. you know, the one next to the park. Their mozzarella sticks were......uh y/n?" jaehyun paused when he heard your labored breathing on the other end.

what jaehyun didn't know is that you were running your hands up and down your body while he was talking in that sexy husky voice of his. you always had a thing for his deep voice. it brought tingles all over your body. your hands had settled back on your dripping pussy, right where they were before you had called him.

"mm, mhm?" you moaned out, almost not realizing he had called your name. you were so into how good his voice sounded over the phone...

"what are you doing?" jaehyun questioned.

you let out a soft giggle, running a hand through your hair. "I'm laying down in our big bed, all alone and bored." you replied slowly. seductively.

jaehyun got a whiff of your bedroom voice and didn't waste any time letting his mind wander to darker places. he walked back over toward the bathroom door and locked it.

"aww, you poor thing. what's a girl like you gonna do about that boredom, huh?" jaehyun goaded.

his words shot directly to your core, making you speed up your movements on your buzzing clit.

"what am I gonna do about it, or what am I doing about it?" you purred out mischievously.

jaehyun smirked and ran his hand over his jaw. so that's what his girl was doing this whole time. being a little slut.

"oh you naughty girl. that's why you're calling me, huh? can't stand being alone so you need me to talk you through it?"

"I mean if you're offering, yeah I'd like you to talk me through it actually"

jaehyun glanced at the door. the faint sounds of the video game and the guys' intermittent laughter and chatter seemed to mask over what was going on in the bathroom.

or at least he hoped so.

“baby, the guys are right outside the door.” he said with a warning tone. it only made you wetter.

“i don’t care daddy, need you so bad." There it was, the one word that made Jaehyun go insane.

“fuck. you and that slutty fucking mouth of yours…”

“it's your fault. you made me this way.” you sighed out, spreading your legs even wider.

“oh did i?”

“you know you love it when i talk nasty, daddy.”

jaehyun chuckled incredulously and leaned his back against the cold bathroom wall. “you’re something else, you know that y/n?”

“oh just shut up and make me feel good already” you said with a twisted smirk.

jaehyun groaned softly and shoved his hand down his grey sweatpants, ghosting his hand over his stiff dick.

"what are you doing to yourself, darling?"

you bit your lip, excited to tell him every last detail. "I'm grabbing my tits while I rub my pussy. but I really wish it was you doing it."

"yeah? you wish I was home so I could take care of you? touch all over my little baby and make her feel good?" jaehyun spat on his hand and slid it up and down his shaft. holy fuck he couldn't wait to get home to you.

"mhm. I love it when you put your hands all over me. it's not the same without you."

jaehyun felt a tinge of pride in his chest, knowing that he had a beautiful girl waiting for him at home who craved him just as much as he craved her.

"fuck baby. is that pussy ready to be fucked yet? think you can slide a few fingers in?" jaehyun gritted out, feeling himself get close due to the erotic situation he was in.

you didn't hesitate for a second and slowly slipped two fingers inside of yourself. you let out a slutty moan when you felt your fingers stretch you open.

jaehyun chuckled darkly, "I guess I have my answer then. go on, fuck yourself nice and deep for me. I want you nice and stretched out for me when I come home tonight, ok?"

"yeahhhhhh." you whined out and rocked your hips against your hand. who knew all you needed was the sound of your man's voice to get you off. this was way better than whatever you were trying to do before.

"god Jae I'm sooo wet. need you." you whined out, turning over onto your stomach. you felt your fingers much deeper in this position and let out more lewd sounds of pleasure.

jaehyun wanted nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs and hear all of those delicious sounds in person. he was halfway tempted to leave the hangout without saying a word. could you blame him? the love of his life was at home fucking herself to the sound of his voice.

jaehyun jerked himself off roughly, eager to get himself off quickly. not only was the situation he was currently in extremely hot, he was also mildly aware that his friends were waiting for him to come back and join them.

"alright baby, I need you to cum for me. let me hear how hard you can make yourself cum."

you were so close you could taste it. all it took was a few more bounces on your fingers and you were exploding all over them. jaehyun's face contorted in immense pleasure while listening to you ride out your high and before he knew it, he was blowing his load all over his hand. it took every ounce of self control to not make a sound in this echoey bathroom.

both of you were catching your breath and calming down from the intense highs you experienced.

"well I never thought I'd find myself jerking off in taeyong's bathroom but there's a first time for everything I guess."

you covered your face in your hands, slightly embarrassed thinking about what just transpired not too long ago.

"don't come back too late ok? I'm not done playing with you, daddy." you said lightheartedly.

jaehyun finished cleaning himself up and pulled his sweats back up. "aye aye, honey. call me if you need anything. I love you so much."

jaehyun wrapped up in the bathroom and tried his hardest to act like he wasn't just phone fucking his girlfriend a few minutes ago. jaehyun walked into the kitchen to grab some water. Johnny smirked slightly and grabbed his drink. He exited the kitchen past jaehyun, but not before busting his balls.

“tell y/n i said hi” johnny said with a shit eating grin.

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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NCT 127 - When you want to start using food in the bedroom

Taeil

Before you even enter the room, he’s eaten the entire can of whipped cream

Has to lie in a fetal position because he feels so sick

On a good note his burps smell like trifle

Taeyong

Gets overly excited

Covers his entire body with honey

Unfortunately he has left the window open and is attacked by a swarm of bees

RIP Taeyong

Johnny

Wants you to use his belly button as a shot glass

You didn’t realise how deep his belly button was until you finished your fourth bottle of soju

Laughs when you can’t stand properly afterwards

Doyoung

Confused but intrigued

Decides to melt all of his chocolate Easter eggs to pour over your naked body

You end up with third degree burns in the emergency room

Jungwoo

Eats spicy chicken wings before going down on you

You’re currently sat with a bag of ice between your legs rethinking your entire relationship

Yuta

Another confused member

Uses your body as a chopping board to make salad

You currently have stitches on several parts of your body

But Yuta really enjoyed his Caesar Salad

Jaehyun

Covers you in peanut butter

It ends up taking hours

Falls asleep once he gets to your shins

Mark

Walks in to find you lay naked on the bed with fruit covering your special areas

Starts laughing

Like really laughing

Stops breathing

Passes out

Haechan

Is delighted when you bring it up

He’s wanted to make some homemade bread for a while

Uses your body as a rolling pin

Actually works better than expected

You still can’t look in the eyes of the members after they have eaten it though

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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since haechan’s hair is getting long again (i’m a sucker for long hair haechan), can i ask for a drabble where his s/o is asking him to keep his hair longer for a while because they like it so much when his hair is longer (and maybe make it suggestive slash a little smutty at the end hehe) thank you so much 🫡

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, suggestive, established relationship

warnings. post sex conversations, indications of oral receiving (f) towards the end, videography during sex

notes. ask and you shall receive,,, i love when haechan grows his hair out a bit I TOO AM A SUCKER FOR LONG HAIR HAECHAN

your small fingers compared to his are raking softly through his dark brown locks, your nails grazing his scalp that make his eyes flutter shut. if he kept his eyes closed longer, he could fall asleep just like this. haechan has found his serenity in you as his human pillow. his head is nuzzled in the crook of your neck and his arms are loosely wrapped around your bare waist. he doesn't want to fall asleep, not yet, though the steadiness of your heartbeat is lulling him, he fights back against the drowsiness feeling from previous intimate events that took place twenty minutes ago.

"haechan," you whisper, not sure if he had fallen asleep. you wouldn't want to wake him. he had expressed to you before how his schedules have just been so packed and that he barely gets to rest properly.

he hums, with one arm that's underneath you he gently rubs the area of your side boob, an action that made you shiver but him also telling you he's listening and he is in fact, awake.

"don't cut your hair." you mumble, you comb through his hair with your fingers before pinching the ends with your thumb and index finger. pulling the length to see how much it's grown.

his head rises to stare at you with a grin. "why?"

your bottom lip pokes out as you think. "when you grow your hair out, you look really handsome. i like it."

he smiles, "really? then i won't cut it." he decides.

"just for awhile longer, i know some of your fans like you with short hair. i do too. but i love it this length."

he leans in to give you a quick peck. "you're my number one fan, i'll only listen to you." he buries his head in the crook of your neck once again.

he nuzzled the top of his head against your chin. "scratch my head again."

you do as he says.

"i also like how it looks when i pull it when you eat me out." haechan is just as shocked as you are from the words that left your mouth.

his head snaps up from it's nest, his eyes have slightly darkened but he's smirking wickedly.

"yeah?" you nod as a response.

"you like how i come back up with my hair all disheveled and my bangs are covering my eyes. . . my nose, lips and chin glistening from your juices? you like that?" he teases with his eyebrows raised, he unwraps his arms around you and uses them to hover over you.

your eyes glance from his lips down to his cock that has now hardened back up to his eyes.

"uh huh," you reply, wetting your lips.

haechan bites his lip as he stares down at you amusingly. "can i see how bad you like it?"

you nod eagerly. "should i take a video?" you breathed.

he chuckles lightly, "fuck babe." shaking his head before you pull him in for a kiss.

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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Time

Jung Jaehyun x female reader / 548 words / fluff / smut

Warnings: consensual recording, fingering, unprotected sex, cursing

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day eleven of kinktober - jung jaehyun x mirror sex

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"Wow," You chuckled, "A full length mirror on the ceiling, and right above the bed, at that. What were they thinking when they built this place?"

"I think I know exactly what they were thinking," Jaehyun smirked, hands placed firmly onto your waist, sliding down to grip your ass to pull you into his lap as he sat on the bed, "And why don't we document this? I think that's what they wanted. Plus we can have something of each other when we're away from one another."

With a shy nod and smile, He pulled his phone out and placed it on the bedside table as he was recording up into the mirror and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Stray kisses and touches between the two of you led to discarding of each other's clothes, leaving Jaehyun in his boxers and you in your panties and bra.

"Fuck, you're so stunning," He mumbled through kisses against your neck, "How did I get so lucky?”

You responded with a whine once Jaehyun's fingers pushed your panties to the side to toy with your clit, "You're soaked, baby, I've barely even touched you," Jaehyun teased as he thrusted his middle finger into your pulsing core.

"Feels good, doesn’t it? You're so tight that I have to stretch you out before I can give you my cock," Jaehyun groaned with a confident chuckle.

"I can take it now, please, give it to me," You mumbled into his chest.

Jaehyun snickered, pulling your face away to look at you, "You're squeezing around one of my fingers baby," He said, moving his free hand to touch his bulge, "You know better princess, need more prep for your little cunt."

HIs words were only encouragement, once he added a second finger, his thumb toying with your clit, you were close to your high, but that was soon gone once he abruptly stopped with a frown.

"Need you coming on my cock first, sweetheart," Jaehyun mumbled, lifting your hips to line you up with his cock before sinking you down, "Fuck! You're so fucking tight, god. Move your hips for me. Yeah, nice and easy."

"I’m not gonna last long, Jae," You whined loudly, tears already forming in your eyes, his thrusts going so deep and the new pressure of his hand on your throat had you seeing stars, "You're so fucking big. Fuck, I'm so close."

His thrusts increased and the sound of your skin slapping against one another had you both moaning profanities, "Be a good girl and cum, cum all over my cock. Come on baby."

With his words, they were enough to push you over the edge, your body shaking pathetically as you weakly held on to him. He had control of your hips, thrusting into them a little longer before he was painting your walls with his load. The two of you held onto each other for a few minutes before he laid back onto the bed, pulling you with him.

"I love you," You whispered into his ear, "It’s hard to even explain how much.”

Jaehyun smiled at you lovingly, stretching his arm out to stop the recording and hold you close, "We'll watch that later but for now, We gotta go for round two and then shower."

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- Admin 🌶️

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smileyerim · 1 year

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the urge to kiss your wine stained lips

The lines are blurring between friends and lovers and you wouldn’t mind taking advantage of it, leaning in closer until you can taste the gin cocktail on his tongue.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive (MDNI!), slight angst

length: 3.5k

warnings: heavy makeout, reader gets tipsy

net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet

happy early 300 followers (still 20 away!)

You’re not naive. Okay, well, maybe you are but that’s not the point here. The point is that your relationship with Haechan is something you care about. Cherish, even. So much so that the idea of screwing it up with him is terrifying. So terrifying that you feel like running away any time you feel those little sparks fly through you any time he does anything that could be perceived as anything other than friendly.

You’ve heard the warning, that guys and girls can’t just be friends but you never bought into it, using your friendship with Haechan as proof. That is, until he got his dick sucked for the first time and dyed his hair pink. He gained such an attractive confidence and his regular teasing jokes started to feel more like flirting and suddenly everything you used to find endearing about him became straight up torturous.

The worst part of it all is that you aren’t just attracted to the new Haechan, you have grown real life big girl feelings for him too. The scary ones, the friendship ending ones. The ones you’d never have the courage to confess to him. The ones you desperately hope he reciprocates but aren’t quite sure if he does.

It’s all come to a head tonight. Of course it does, your hormones are insane and he just got his roots touched up and his hair is styled in a perfect quiff.

Fuck his hairstylist.

You’re scowling, thinking about the damned attractive man in front of you as you down your final sips of red wine in your glass.

“Woah,” he grabs your wrist and that makes you want to groan. “What are you going so fast for? I’m not done yet and you’re already on your second glass.”

There’s a reason for your sudden affinity for binge drinking, but you can’t tell him. He had grown interested in sophisticated life skills recently for some godawful reason and decided tonight was the perfect night to show off his new cooking skills to you.

So now you’re here in your kitchen that you’ve never so much as turned your oven on in, while your “best friend” flies around in an apron making you a meal.

Goddamn. He looks so fine.

You sink, dropping your glass down onto the counter you’re sitting on beside you.

“Bad day I guess.” You lie, swinging your feet back and forth.

He chuckles an extremely attractive chuckle, “Cacio E Pepe will make it all better.” you frown at that, you’ve never even heard of such a dish but it sounds amazing and totally not something that your best friend would know about either.

With the courage of a wine glass behind you, you allow your curiosity to get the best of you.

“Why are you doing this anyway?” You ask, words slightly mumbled from your tipsiness. With a soft groan you pull the cork out of the wine bottle you were supposed to share with him with no difficulty preparing to pour another glass.

He frowns, his eyes not leaving the pan as he stirs the pasta, perfectly pretending not to have heard the cork pop.

“What do you mean, cooking for you?” He asks.

You take a sip, “No, the learning to cook thing. Why? Trying to impress girls?” You try to hide your bitterness but you aren’t sure how well you’ve done it. You take another sip.

He looks at you this time and you want to hide.

He pauses for a minute, an unreadable expression on his face before he looks back down to his pan and says softly, “Something like that.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at that, the jealousy burning alive at the idea that he’s using you as a trial run.

“Well, thank whoever she is for making you want to get your act together.” You jump off the counter and brush past him on your way to the fridge.

Bending over, your head half in the vegetable drawer looking for the gin you keep stocked for nights like these.

“So I’m your fake girlfriend for the evening?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you shuffle through your fridge.

He giggled to himself at your comment before saying, “I guess so.”

“What was that giggle for?” You tease, poking his shoulder, making him rock a bit and let out another chuckle.

“Nothing.” He says casually before grabbing the pepper grinder and twists, adding his own flair as he flicks his wrist.

Fuck, you’re going to go crazy. If he was anyone else you’d make fun of him for the stupid moves he’s pulling clearly in an attempt to impress you. The issue with that, of course, is that you want him to want to impress you.

So you draw your attention to the cocktail you’re stirring up for him, your own little sophisticated life skill you picked up around the same time Haechan began cooking.

Something about all of this feels insanely domestic and it’s comforting. As selfish as it sounds, you don’t mind stealing the memories from Haechan’s future girlfriend. It’s a life you wouldn’t hesitate to steal from her provided the chance, too.

You squeeze the lemon peel once to spritz the glass before pouring in the spirits and taking your knife to the lemon to curl a perfect twist for his drink.

Satisfied with the cocktail you’ve created for your fake boyfriend (gag, by the way. You’ve never been into cute stuff like this. Of course, until now.) you turn around, placing a hand on his shoulder to grab your attention and hand him the glass.

He smiles down at the glass and then once he’s caught your eyes he says, “Thanks, fake girlfriend for the evening.” His arm loops around your waist, pulling you into him as he plants a delicate kiss on your cheek.

Your brain goes haywire as he doesn’t let you go, taking a sip of the drink. You’re not quite sure what to do as you stand, slightly stunned by the proximity.

Lowering the glass from his lips, he smacks them together and grows a thoughtful frown on his face, “This is your best one yet.” He says looking into your eyes again with a glimmer.

Your stomach drops the moment your eyes lock. And as if he has some sort of insane agenda, his sparkling eye winks at you before letting go to give his attention back to the pan in front of him.

Your wine is calling your name again as you try to will away the blush that’s definitely arisen on your cheeks.

As much as you probably shouldn’t, you pop the cork and top off your glass, situating yourself back up on the counter to watch him again.

You sit quietly and sip, watching his every move. Every once in a while he’ll sneak a glance out of the corner of his eye, a smirk growing on his lips watching you turn your gaze quickly elsewhere as to pretend you weren’t just staring at him.

He’s getting confident, aware that he’s had some sort of effect on you as he pulls out his tricks, gallivanting around the kitchen, faking a French accent as he explains the ingredients to you.

Your face is warm with flush from the wine you’ve been drinking all night and a permanent small smile is on your face as you watch him, eyes low with relaxation.

Maybe it’s the wine, or the “fake girlfriend” title, or the intimacy of the moment that boldens you to flirt the way you do next.

“We should do this more often.” He looks at you, surprised by your first words in a while.

“I cook for you all the time!” He fakes offense and that leads you to laugh and stretch out your leg to kick his hip.

“Not ramen, but this sort of romantic dinner thing.” You half speak into your wine glass, the embarrassment catching up to you but but enough to prevent you from saying it all together.

“Ooooh,” he teases, shifting his weight from one hip to another, “you like the romance, huh?” He giggles and with a smile he attempts to catch your eye.

You blush outright this time, the butterflies in your belly erupt from their cage, sneaking up your sternum when you make eye contact. Quickly, you look away and giggle.

“Shut up.” You whisper, both hands on your wine glass in your lap. You stare down and try and preoccupy your thoughts with counting the bubbles that come to the surface, playing with the overhead light reflection in the effervescent pale yellow.

Thankfully, Haechan does shut up this time and you watch him again, this time he’s lost his playful edge and you feel the tipsiness rock you back and forth, setting your glass down beside you. Maybe it is time to slow down, you don’t want to forget tonight.

He looks more pensive as he continues, he’s standing up straight and is looking straight ahead at the pan. It worries you how when a song you know he despises comes on shuffle and he doesn’t move to change it or complain to you how it’s still on your playlist although you know he doesn’t like it.

The butterflies have settled down probably a bit too much, as you feel a sinking feeling of embarrassment that you spoke too candidly earlier, the flush on your face taking on a new meaning.

“Y/N,” he says with a small voice, looking over to you.

“Yeah?” You croak out, watching with wide eyes as he looks you up and down. You gulp when his eyes linger a little too long on your chest. What has gotten into him?

He drops the wooden spoon in an act you weren’t expecting one bit and traverses the 3 steps over to stand in front of you, his hips inches away from your knees.

His hands find your knees and it feels like fire as he pushes them apart to make space for himself between them. While he’s doing this his gaze is locked on you. Well, your lips, that is. You swallow thickly, trying to figure out his motive as his hands trail farther up your legs and finding their home eventually on your hips. You’re still sitting quite stiff, until he looks into your eyes as if to ask permission. When you don’t protest, he moves in closer and closer until your lips are finally together.

The sparks that are present every time he touches you seem so small compared to the absolute lightning you feel as he kisses you. It’s slow at first, his soft lips moving against yours gently and carefully. He’s holding back in a way you wish he wouldn’t, your hands moving to find the back of his head as you kiss him harder.

He takes the hint, his hands holding you just a bit tighter as he licks into your mouth. You can’t help the moan you let out, absolutely shocked at your own reaction. This is your first kiss with your best friend. Yet you can’t seem to hold it together.

Unsurprisingly, he can’t either as his hands move down just a bit further to tease at touching your ass. You move off his mouth to trail kisses down to his neck where you begin to suck and lick. He’s panting in your ears, his hands grabbing a full handful now.

“So, uh, Y/N,” he says, and you hum in response not picking up on his tone. You’re on a mission you don’t particularly wish to be taken off of.

You hum, moving your hand to his hair and kissing him again, humming to urge him to go on.

“Can I tell you something?” He says and you lean back to get a proper look at him. He looks unbelievably sexy, but you have to ignore that for the slightly worried look behind his eyes. This is not the same man that boldly started this make out session with you. This is Donghyuck, your best friend of 9 years.

“Yeah.” You say, your hands intertwining behind his head, forearms on his shoulders.

“I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend.” He breathes out, avoiding eye contact and looking back down at your lips as he begins chewing on his own.

“Oh?” Your confidence takes over as the butterflies are released from their cage and flutter upwards out of your belly and light up your body in a strange tingly feeling.

“What do you want to be then?” You whisper, eyes wide waiting for him to look back up at you. He does, but only in short sequences as his eyes find yours and then back down. He’s holding his breath, you can tell by how his fingers that were dancing across your skin before have stilled uncomfortably.

He’s taking too long, you decide, so you make the executive decision to get back on track with the original plan by pulling on the back of his neck to join your lips again.

It’s the right call obviously as he kisses you back almost immediately and the tension from the moment before is expressed through strong squeezes of your thigh and ass flesh as his tongue enters your mouth again.

The same guy that kissed you in the first place is back as he situates both his hands on your hips and pulls you forward harshly so that his hips can officially meet yours.

You moan, letting your head fall back at the feeling of him underneath his jeans meets your core. You wrap your legs around his hips as he kisses down your neck, pressing his hips harder into yours and sliding up to offer some much appreciated friction.

“Hae- Haechan.” You stutter, blissed out and he responds with a hum, clearly not appreciating being interrupted on his mission to mark you.

“You- oh fuck” his hand slithers up your shirt to grasp your breast, thumbing your hard nipple through your thin bralette. He smiles into your neck as he listens to you breathe, gauging what makes you make the noises he loves so much.

“You never answered my question.” You half moan out and that makes him lean back from his work on your neck and look into your eyes with an incredulous look. Taking in your stunned features at him halting his work on you, he groans and lifts you up from the counter.

With a squeal you wrap both your hands around his shoulders as he moves to carry you out of the kitchen.

“Wait-“ you smack his shoulder.

“Haechan! The stove!” You point from your look over his shoulder.

“What? Oh” He then chuckes a deep chuckle before walking back into the kitchen, releasing his grip on one of your thighs to turn the knob and remove the sauce pan from the stove.

“Thanks for that.” He smiles at you and gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth drawing a giggle from you.

“That’s what fake girlfriends are for, right?” You joke and something switches behind his eyes, the fierce sexy guy who was just about to carry you to his bed is now looking at you with the same soft heartbroken eyes that he had when he got stood up that one time freshman year.

He sighs long and loud before letting you down. Your feet touch the floor with unceremonious thuds as you watch him take a step and a half back from you, a pained expression on his face as he lets out a sharp breath through his pursed lips.

“What?” You say, concerned by the crease between his eyebrows and the way he won’t make eye contact with you.

You suddenly feel exposed, and extremely stupid. Your roommates were right about you, you are the dumbest bitch on the planet. Why would you say something like that? Bringing up a fake girlfriend joke when he’s trying to hook up with you freaked him out.

“Ouch, I mean ouch, Y/N” You don’t say anything, continuing to stand and stare at him with wide eyes.

“Damn, that hurt to hear. Do you know what you just implied?” He finally looks up at you and you can finally read him— he’s hurt.

“I mean I’ve been trying to prove to you that I’m into you for months. Like months, Y/N. I’m here now cooking a romantic dinner for you and I just kissed you. I don’t know what else to do here. You don’t get it at all.” His hands are flying about, exasperated. His words cut you like a knife.

Your heart sinks and you can’t pin down the emotion that is creeping up inside of you. Similar to relief and shock but it’s more than that, much more.

“You were okay with the fake girlfriend bit before, how was I supposed to know it would hurt you now?” You say, finally landing on your feelings of offense at his words. How dare he make this into something more than it was?

“I was fine with it until I kissed you! I did that and was about to do a whole lot more and yet you still think this is a game to me?”

That shut you up fast. You didn’t know, you truly didn’t.

“I- I didn’t know.” You say, your sternum stinging with the telltale sign you may start crying soon.

“Of course you didn’t, I didn’t tell you but trust me I’ve tried. I just thought you understood.”

“I’m sorry.” A tear slipped. Overwhelmed with far too many emotions of finally having the awareness that the man in front of you is familiar with his own demon of having feelings for you.

At the notice of your tear, Haechan’s face changes from anger to concern as he steps into you, toes touching. His hands find your cold biceps and he rubs his hand up and down to comfort you.

“No, no don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry. It’s me, it was my job to tell you how I felt and I was expecting you to read my mind.” He sighs to himself, head hanging low to try and meet your eye.

“I just thought you wanted to hook up. That’s all you’ve been doing nowadays anyway I thought that was happening here too.”

You say, chin still tucked into your chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry that you felt that way. You could never just be a regular hookup to me. I- I mean I’ve been all about you for a long time. That’s why I was having all those hookups and everything. Like, for you.”

You laugh through your sniffles, finally looking up into his eyes with a teary smile. He smiles back and giggles with you.

“That didn’t sound right I just mean— I meant— I dunno, hookups are hookups but you’re more I hope you believe me.”

“I believe you.” You whisper, eyes flicking between his two. He notices your stare and his smile softens to a comfortable one.

“So, I did my part.” He draws out with a playful tone in his voice, hands still on your arms. “How about you?” His pleading eyes pierce into your heart.

You sniffle once more, hand coming up to wipe one stray tear from your chin. It’s now or never, you think as your heart beats out of your chest. You’re surprised he can’t hear it.

“I like you, you idiot.” You finally speak, giggling at the last word. His face lights up in a bright smile, eyes swimming in adoration as he stares down at you.

“Really?” He gasps and you both laugh, eyes filled to the brim with fondness for one another meeting.

You bite your lip, watching his eyes immediately stare down at your lips as you hum, nodding in affirmation.

He smiles a satisfied wide grin, “how lucky am I?”

His lips barely meet yours in your kiss, both of you simply unable to stop grinning or laughing with joy. When his hand travels down to grab your hips with more passion, you finally kiss him for real. He responds quickly, slotting his pillowy lips with yours, eyes squinting shut.

“You’re my girl now, right?” He says once you both lean away to catch your breaths, cheeks blushing and warm.

You nod again in response, a “yeah,” escaping your swollen lips through a giggle.

His eyes open fully to look at you again and something mysterious flashes in his eyes as his wide hands find the space between your ass and thighs, picking you up swiftly.

taglist: @matchahyuck @shxnz @haechanaceah @haeerisuh @haetkeeper @count-your-shadows @yamaggukie

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joyoushyuck · 2 months

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Lee Donghyuck is an opportunist (spoiler: the endearing kind).

He knows you like a book he's read over and over again a million times, maybe more. He knows you like no one else does. That is mostly a good thing (keyword - mostly).

Because as much as he never fails to pick the right gift for your birthday and always gets your coffee order right, he is also a manipulative bitch person who takes advantage of this knowledge and exploits you at your weakest.

Like right now when you really want to be mad at him because he hasn't done the dishes or the laundry, but Donghyuck's hand sneaks under your shirt in the midst of your monologue and you just freeze.

When his breath ghosts your neck, a kiss landing on your nape, you don't even remember what you were on about anymore. Donghyuck loves it when you go pliant under his touch. He loves seeing the crease between your brows disappear, loves feeling your body going lax in his arms, loves the control he has over you.

He pins you against the nearest vertical surface (which happens to be the dining table) and pulls you into a (life-altering, mind-blowing, fantastic) kiss, leaving you completely and utterly disoriented. He loves watching your spit slick lips and the fading hickeys on your collarbone, loves undoing the buttons of your tight work blouse that hugs your chest a little too deliciously.

He is a manipulator and a great one at that, but he also gets your mind off of your big girl duties because oh- he's sucking another bruise at that spot. He knows your body just as much as he knows you; he pushes all the right buttons that'll have you begging him for more, more, more in a matter of minutes.

And even though Lee Donghyuck is a serial exploiter, he is also a dutiful male wife who finishes the dishes and the laundry by the time you wake up from your exhaustion-induced nap.

After all, he's your favourite wheeler-dealer.

Note:

Reblog if you like my fics, it really helps! I especially love reading the tags/comments when y'all reblog.

I don't know what this is. Let's pretend neither of us read it. Probably my most unhinged fic yet (this was for the tags but I reached my maximum tag limit).

Thankyou for the support.

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yutahoes · 3 months

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CEO's Favorite Intern

main characters: CEO! boyfriend! ex-sugar daddy! Yuta Nakamoto, intern! university student! girlfriend! ex-sugar baby! Y/N (feat Accounting Department manager! supervisor! Mark Lee) word count: 4.4k words genre: fluff, suggestive summary: Working in the same company as your boyfriend is hard enough. Being an intern in your CEO boyfriend's company is difficult. warnings: sugar baby-sugar daddy themes, suggestive, age difference, jealousy, a whiny baby Y/N, lots of kissing, failed ending (I tried) based on an ask and a part two of this fic. Writing has been really rusty lately but I hope you'll like this simple fic. And please leave feedback if you can.

You desperately searched for your name in the list of the students and their assigned company, praying that you would be put in a known company. You weren’t the best student in class. You were even convinced your teachers don't even know who you are so being in decent company would be a blessing enough. You saw your name followed by four other names but the company's name made you wide-eyed.

Nakamoto Corporation.

Your boyfriend’s company.

Of all the companies there are, why there? Maybe your boyfriend has something to do about it.

You raised an eyebrow at him while eating your steak. He kept on saying that he doesn’t know that they’ll put your name on the trainees assigned in their company but you’re not buying it. You know how sneaky Yuta is. He just chuckled at you, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t give you any special treatment even if you are my most favorite intern.”

But that is not what you were scared about. You were scared to fail. And it will all be embarrassing because you might fail in front of your highly esteemed boyfriend.

Even if you go to the same company, you make sure to wake up earlier than your boyfriend and prepare for the internship. You cannot be late and you have to look at least presentable for your first day. “Are you going to wear that at work?” You glanced at the black pencil skirt and dark blue button blouse that you were wearing, nodding. “I’m so glad you’re going to my company.” He started getting his bath towel, “Wait for me. I’ll drive you to the company.”

“You can’t.” You immediately retorted while putting on the cross earrings he gave you as a gift. He stopped in his tracks, staring at you in confusion. “It will be weird to see the CEO and the intern coming to work together.” You explained and he blew on his bangs as if frustrated. “I’ll go first.” He was about to say something when you made your exit to the door.

The commute was hard. Why is his apartment so far from his office when he goes there every day? The bus was crowded and you hated how your feet were hurting because of standing up. You even had to push outside the bus to get out of your stop. And even if you luckily survived the bus ride, you still have to walk so far to enter the company building.

Even if you have been dating Yuta for a while now, it is your first time coming to his company building. You knew he had a decent business, that the corporation he had started years ago is booming in the industry but this is just too much. Now, you just felt an unbearable amount of pressure to do well in this internship.

“Hi,” a guy greeted, smiling widely at you. “I’m Mark Lee, are you Ms. Y/N?” he asked and you nodded, confused as to why he was asking that. “I’m from the Accounting Department,” he started before offering you his calling card. So he works here? “I’m tasked to show you around.” You nodded. Maybe you’ll be working under his supervision. But he looks so young, probably the same age as you or older but not too much. He told you that your other schoolmates were assigned to different departments while you were assigned to Accounting.

He showed you around, making sure that you would have an idea where certain offices are since they’ll probably ask you to move around. When you reached the department, you understood why. Seated opposite your desk is a woman in - probably - her late forties, then another woman looking stern with a drawn fine line of an eyebrow. Another man who was wearing thick glasses and had white hair can be seen inside the room. And there’s Mark Lee who looked like an outcast in the group of four people in the department.

Not only do you feel that you’re an intern with how they order you around but you also feel the generation gap whenever they ask you how to print or edit the files or even input a certain figure using the computer. It hasn’t even been the whole day yet you’re already so frustrated and tired. How can Mark keep up with this every day?

If there is one department that needs interns, that would be Accounting. Mark needed someone he could ask for help with.

And you made sure that you’ll be of great help to Mark.

You were so busy helping around that you forgot one tiny detail, the CEO of the company. The four people were standing up, greeting him politely when Yuta entered the Accounting Department. There’s an obvious tension in the air like they’re terrified of him. Is your boyfriend bullying his employees? And they’re even older than him. Is that even an appropriate work environment? “I’m just here to check on the financial report.” You watched as the youngest of the group handed him a folder with shaking hands, “Is this double-checked? I don’t want to see the same mistakes as the other reports.” You purse your lips at that. You did see a lot of mistakes when you rechecked the file but it was almost all small typographical errors or plain mistakes in the input of the formula.

Mark nodded. “Miss Y/N helped a lot in double-checking the file.” Yuta glanced at you before nodding. What was that? When he left the room, the four had a collective sigh that amused you. Are they that scared of Yuta?

You’re not that good in Math, it’s still a mystery why you were put in the accounting department. But seeing how the employees of the department interact with the CEO, you realize you might have been in the right department.

“Are you hiring new employees?” You asked Yuta while eating dinner. Since you both just returned from work, you settled on Chinese take-out. “I think the accounting department needs more people,” You licked the sauce of the noodles from your finger before continuing, “Younger people.”

Yuta handed you tissues but before you could wipe the remaining sauce on your fingers, he took your hand and licked the sauce for you. “You’re actually in the wrong department. My instruction is that they should put a guy in accounting.” You glared. So he’s aware that accounting has one of the toughest jobs in his company? “Do you want to transfer to my floor? My secretary can train you.”

You shook your head, “I thought you wouldn’t give me special treatment.” The guy only gave a hearty laugh. “I’m fine in the accounting department, Mark needs more help than he can get.”

You thought the CEO was getting back at you with your decision. He kept on returning the files your department sent to his office and kept on checking even small mistakes. You even thought that it was his way to see you in his office but once you handed the folder to his secretary, you would just wait for the returned file in his office lobby.

It was Mark who assured you that he's usually like this. Accounting is one of the most important departments in the company. They are in charge of finances coming in and out of the company. Indeed a small mistake can change everything. But if Yuta is aware of that fact, why put only four people in the department? It can use a lot of people, younger people.

If there is something that you’re getting from this experience, that is an immense respect and admiration for Mark Lee. He’s always smiling, and always patient with his older co-workers. He never gets mad and is always speaking cheerfully. Maybe he’s an angel sent to Earth. And he deserves a raise for all his hard work.

“You know ever since you started your internship, all you ever talk about is Mark Lee” Yuta noted one Saturday morning. You were having breakfast in a posh and private waffle shop near your place.

Your fork stopped midair and you purse your lips at his words, making sense of it. You were always with Mark. You work together. Of course, you’ll talk about him. “He’s such a hard worker. I think your company will crumble without him.”

“Then, should I promote him?” He definitely deserved that. And Mark will surely be super happy if that happens. But if he gets promoted, he’ll leave the accounting department. “Or should I just wait for you?” Yuta took a bite of his waffle chicly.

“Wait for me?”

“When you start your position in the company.”

You blinked twice before cocking your head to the side in confusion, “What position?”

“I’m still thinking about it but maybe a COO.” Your eyes widened in surprise. That is a huge position. You know how employers tend to employ interns especially if they did a good job. But a COO? That’s a high-ranking position, next to his. “Why do you look surprised?” Because that is a huge title for an intern. “Half the company will be yours if we get married, Y/N.”

You stood up in surprise. You didn't know if that was because of the huge fortune coming your way or the fact that Yuta had planned on marrying you. This relationship just started as a sugar daddy-sugar baby one. He needed a companion, you needed money. True, it drastically evolved after some time. But talking about the future, getting married to him is something that you felt farfetched. Yet, here is this topic.

Yuta smirked against his coffee cup. “Sit down, baby.” He ordered in a commanding tone as you shakily obeyed him. “You shouldn't be surprised. When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I already had marriage in mind.” He put down his coffee cup before cutting your waffles into tiny pieces, urging you to eat. “That’s why you need to do your best in this internship, graduate, and wear your graduation gown.” He stared at you, dark orbs pulling you in which made you gulp the lump in your throat. “Then prepare your wedding gown.”

It must be the talk with Yuta that you dreaded going to work. How can you work as an intern for a company you’ll soon be managing? Is this Yuta’s plan all along? Did he purposely ask for you to be assigned as an intern at his company?

Your schoolmates, who were interns of the same company, were all spouting compliments on their experience as interns of the Nakamoto Corporation. If the CEO decides to absorb them into the company, you will be managing them in the future.

This may not be for you.

Can you resign as an intern? Is that even possible?

If you cannot do that, maybe you can just quit as Yuta’s girlfriend.

That would be easier.

You didn't have any motivation to go to work but Mark already looked worried the moment you stepped foot inside the office room. "Y/N, you have to help me," he said, a strain in his voice evident.

Wait, what happened? Is he about to cry?

You have never rushed work before, maybe running to get to class on time is the only time you decided to move faster. You were almost surprised when you finished the report Mark had asked you to do. You didn't know you could type so fast. The senior colleague’s file of the monthly report was corrupted from her flash drive and they could not open it. Luckily, Mark saved the copy from last month and retyping is easy. The department also had to present to the CEO in half an hour which added to Mark’s panic.

Mark was fidgeting outside the conference room. “I’m not a great presenter,” he said more to himself, “But I have to do this for the sake of my co-workers in the department.” You nodded. It hasn’t been a month but you already saw how frustrating it is for Mark. How did he endure this workload for this long? Mark is such an angel.

You tapped his shoulder, smiling warmly at him. “You’re doing great, Mark.”

He returned the smile, “Thank you, Y/N.”

A cough can be heard followed by the secretary of the CEO excusing himself to enter the board room. A side glance was all the CEO could give you both. The side of his lips frowning. “The CEO is in a bad mood,” Mark noticed, which made you nod. “Let’s hurry inside.”

It was your first time watching your boyfriend at his work. True, you have watched him in video meetings looking all serious. But seeing him in this board room, managing his employees who are significantly older than him stirred something inside you. How come everything Yuta does is such a turn-on? Your gaze would fall on the leather watch on his wrist to the evident veins on the back of his hand, wanting him to touch you in that part that’s getting wetter by the second. Your eyes trailed north to his dark necktie, wanting that material wrapped around your wrist as he gave you immense pleasure. Watching the tip of his pen tapping his lower lip, made your mind drift off to what those lips can do. Fuck, you badly want him and you’re still clocked in for two hours here in the office. When your eyes met his, he raised an eyebrow before looking away.

He probably knows the effect he has on you.

When your department was called, your attention focused on your colleague. You smiled at Mark, tapping his shoulder to encourage him as you sat down in front of the laptop, volunteering to help him with the technical stuff. Your teamwork is rather dynamic and the presentation of the monthly investment goes on smoothly. You would give small smiles his way, proud that he did amazing despite his low confidence in his speaking skills. He’s just amazing in this job.

“Since the investment remains stagnant, what do you think should we do Mr. Lee?” The CEO asked, startling you. His tone was different from the other presenters. Mark looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wandering around as if asking for help.

You raised your hand and muttered, “Sir,” You called which made the CEO look at you. “Isn't that question supposed to be directed to the marketing department?”

“I’m not asking your opinion, intern.” Even the room got silent at his cold tone. Why is he suddenly like this? “Mr. Lee?”

You didn’t even hear what Mark said in the shock of what happened. Is Yuta usually like this to interns? Maybe your boyfriend is such a huge bully.

When the other department was called and the interns did share their opinion, he gave a warm reaction to them. Even if the employees were doing a terrible job in presenting or the interns kept on making mistakes, he never made the same reaction as when he shouted at you. Is he mad at you? Does he hate you?

Instead of going home early, you found yourself drinking with your colleagues from the accounting department because of your bad mood. The senior workers kept on telling you that it was normal, Yuta is always like that. But no, you cannot. Not when you feel that it’s unfair. How can he treat his employees like that? How can he shout at you, an intern, in front of the other employees? And why only you?

“The CEO is probably extra grumpy because he didn’t get laid.” One of your co-workers claimed that you dropped the glass you were holding. Mark was already at your aid, wiping the table and handing you tissues to wipe yourself. “Rumors are saying that he has a younger girlfriend.”

You felt your heart stammer in your chest. There are rumors about that? Do they know that the girlfriend is you? Or is there another girlfriend that you aren’t aware of? Is he cheating on you?

Maybe that’s why he’s cold to you in the office. Maybe, he wanted to push you away.

Well, who would ever want an intern as a girlfriend anyway?

All these thoughts running in your mind, and the fact that you had some drinks, made you unaware of the bicycle on the sidewalk. If not for Mark pulling you back, you wouldn’t even realize that you almost got hit by a vehicle. “Are you still thinking about what the CEO said?” You shook your head. Surprisingly, it isn’t about that anymore. It’s worse than that. “Don’t take it to heart, Y/N. I think the CEO likes you.”

You gave him a timid smile, stopping to walk in front of your apartment building. Now, you just wanted to lie down and rest. “That’s nonsense.” You tried to shrug, “Have you heard how he shouted at me?”

“He’s strict with you because he saw your potential,” Mark claimed but you shook your head. “And you have become his favorite intern.”

You chuckled lightly. That’s impossible. You must be so drunk that you have been hearing things from Mark. “Thank you, Mark. This is my stop.” He glanced at the tall building before nodding, “Take care on your way home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You didn’t hear any word coming from him and just went inside the building.

The lights were off when you came inside the apartment so you clicked on the light switch to illuminate the light on your way to your room. You almost jumped in surprise seeing Yuta seated on the couch, turned to where you are. “It’s late,” he said in a low voice. “Did you drink?” He stood up, walking to where you are. “On a work night?”

“I’m not drunk,” you tried to counter but your words are slurring, “I spilled beer on myself.” You stopped when he held your forearm to help you balance but you slapped his shoulders which made him groan. “I shouldn’t be talking to you.”

Yuta chuckled, pulling you closer to him. “Are you mad because of what happened earlier?” You rolled your eyes and he held your waist. “You told me not to give you any special treatment.”

“But that was too much!” You shouted. “Are you like that to everyone or just to me? Do you hate me?”

If not for Yuta wiping the tears from your face, you wouldn’t know that you’re crying. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He said in a soft voice and if possible, pulled you closer. “I don’t hate you, I would never hate you.” Then why was he mad at you earlier? “And to be honest, I hate myself more.” You stared at him in surprise. Why would he? “I let my jealousy take over my emotions.”

“Jealousy?”

He gave you a small smile before kissing your forehead. “You and Mark, smiling and touching each other.” Your eyes widened at that. What? Mark Lee? But you work with each other and it’s just shoulder pats. Yuta kissed your nose, “I hate that you’re so pretty and those guys at work kept looking at you.” Then he kissed you on the lips, a quick smack but still surprised you nonetheless. “I hate that those pretty words coming out of your lips turn me on so much.” Wait, what?

“You have no idea that when you said sir earlier, I wanted to bend you in the conference room and make you shout that same word repeatedly.”

You sobbed, bawling your eyes out. It was now his turn to get startled. “I thought you were pushing me away.” You cried, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

But he just pulled you closer, hugging you tight. “I’m sorry, baby" he kept on whispering. “That's the contrary actually.” He tried to calm you down by pressing butterfly kisses along your neck, fingers trailing on the skin under your shirt. "I want you so much, it's crazy." He kept on kissing your exposed skin, opening the buttons of your blouse. “You reek of beer, let’s get you cleaned up hmm?”

Maybe it was the intoxicated state you’re in but you let Yuta pamper you that night. He was so careful while giving you a bath, rubbing your skin while whispering how your idea earlier was right and that your department did a great job. He listened intently to how you tell him how stressed you are with your job.

In contrast to his gentleness while taking care of you was his roughness in bed. You kept on moaning the word ‘sir’ and he would thrust in you in the roughest way possible. “I love you,” he whispered against your ear, lying beside you. “I’m sorry.”

A chuckle escaped your lips, eyes closing as the tiredness loomed on you. “Since you got laid tonight, maybe you won't be that grumpy tomorrow.” You only heard Yuta laugh in response.

—--

You were so sore the next morning that you begged Yuta if you could take the day off. But since you’re an intern, without any special treatment, he didn’t let you. He helped you, though, by volunteering to drive you to the company. You were anxious the whole time you were inside the car. What if someone sees you with him? A CEO and an intern together is a bad image for a company. But you found out that Yuta has a special parking area, hidden from other employees.

Yuta only gave you a couple of minutes to walk ahead of him so no one could see the two of you together but he caught on to you while walking to the elevator. The employees greeted him and he gave a wide smile, greeting them as well. When you reached the office of the accounting department, the senior workers were all whispering about how the CEO was in a very good mood today. “He probably got laid last night,” the senior colleague claimed and you lightly smiled. That was so absurd but it wasn’t wrong.

The day isn’t that busy but you noticed how Mark kept on moving from one place to another. He kept you inside the office, retyping documents, while he ran the errands to the other departments. When you took a break on the office terrace, you found out why. “Rough night?” He asked while handing you a cup of coffee. “You were limping on the way in. You’re lucky they didn’t notice you.”

It was embarrassing. Is Mark really that observant? He turned around, back leaning on the ledge, as you sipped on the coffee he gave. “So how rough did your boyfriend take you last night?”

Isn’t that too much to ask? “You don’t know if I have a boyfriend.” He raised an eyebrow, looking as if you got caught.

Mark laughed before raising his head to point at someone by the window and you were surprised to see the CEO looking at you, arms crossed. “He looks like he’ll kill me. You might not have done so well last night.” he joked with a light chuckle.

You glared at him, “How did you know?”

“I wasn’t that sure at the start but after the CEO had been too strict on the department, I kind of put two and two together.” He claimed then smiled, “And you live with him, don’t you? You cannot afford that luxury apartment, Y/N.” Is Mark that smart? How did he find out about that? “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul that we have an office romance. But I have to tell you something…”

Your phone rang, and Yuta’s name was seen on the screen. Mark gave you a nod to answer the call, “Tell Mark Lee that Lee Haechan from marketing is looking for him.” Yuta said that confused you. Why didn’t he just call Mark? When you relayed the message to the guy beside you, he was smiling from ear to ear while telling you that he’ll see you later. You asked who Lee Haechan was and Yuta quickly answered, “His boyfriend.”

Your eyes widened in surprise while looking at Mark. Boyfriend? You didn’t know Mark had a boyfriend. And a co-worker? Is that what he was supposed to tell you? “Wait, how did you find out?”

“Company rumors.” Your boyfriend listens to rumors in the company? “And I know how ecstatic Mark is whenever he gets assigned to the Marketing Department.” Now that he mentions it, he does look more excited about working with that department. An office couple. How exciting.

“But wait,” You claimed, turning your back to the ledge that you’re face to face with the CEO. “Are you that jealous of Mark that you always watch him? How do you know that he gets ecstatic working with marketing?”

You can see the smile forming on your boyfriend’s lips, “I know Mark before you do, baby.” A light chuckle can be heard. “Besides, before you came, he was my favorite intern.” So Yuta does have a favorite intern. And maybe that’s why Mark confidently said those words to you last night. Does this mean you’ll have the same route as Mark?

“I thought I wouldn’t get any special treatment?”

“You won’t. You still have to work hard and complain about how shitty your boss is.” You rolled your eyes but you knew there was a grin on his face. “But you automatically qualify as the COO so whatever you want to do with the company in the future is all in your hands.” That was such a position from being just an intern. Why does he keep on pushing you in that position? “Or the wife of the CEO. I won’t complain.”

You chuckled. There’s no doubt he’s a man with authority. “The wife of the CEO sounds much better. A total jump from being an intern.”

You saw him smile from the window. “Ask for the monthly report and bring it to my office,” he ordered, then winked your way. “Let me hear the complaints of my favorite intern.”

You smiled then put down the phone before walking your way back to the accounting office.

Being the CEO’s favorite intern isn’t so bad at all.

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