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Ob(li)vious
summary: taeyong is a really sweet guy, fun-loving, and a treat to be around. he gets along with everyone, everyone who isn’t you. you’re determined to change that.
pairing(s): taeyong x f!reader
genre(s): office!au, fluff, angst
warning(s): miscommunication, self-esteem issues (pls let me know if there are more)
wc: 3.7k
notes: this one goes out to all my rbf girlies ;-;. also inspired by this post. if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx
Taeyong looks away from his computer and at the stack of papers that landed on his desk with a startling thwack. His gaze trails from the documents to the woman who stares down at him firmly, jaw set, and lips pinched into a tight line.
“I finished the report for you since you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” You say. “It’s due tomorrow, in case you forgot.”
You tell Taeyong this in the most nonchalant tone you can muster, ignoring the warm sensation in your face that almost feels like burning and the overall spiking body temperature that makes you wonder if someone decided to turn on the heat. You want to play it cool. Be the friendly, outgoing coworker who completes favors for others without prompting and brings a smile to another’s face, much like Taeyong himself. You want to give him that same kind of feeling that he gives to everyone else so badly, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes at him when he begins to…shake?
What? Why is he shaking?
“S-sorry, I must’ve forgotten.”
Sorry? That isn’t what you want to hear. You want to hear him thank you and gaze at you with gratitude sparkling in his eyes and that same sweet little smile he wears when he jokes with others in the break room. But you get an apology instead and no eye contact, and why is he shaking?!
Taeyong’s trembling only seems to worsen, and he looks at you wide with those big brown boba eyes. His mouth opens and shuts as he searches for a reply. “I-I guess I had too much coffee this morning, haha,” he eventually stutters and tries to smile, but all that results is a flimsy grimace.
Shoot. You didn’t mean to say that out loud, much less shout at him. But your gaze hardens as you watch his hands tremble, and you scoff, crossing your arms tightly around yourself as you return to your desk.
Stupid coffee.
“Uh oh, someone’s upset.”
You look up at Jihyo as she sets her lunch down beside you. Joy sits across from the two of you and nods in agreement. They look at you expectantly.
Heaving a sigh, you lift your head out of your arms and sit up completely. “It’s,” you pause and scan the cafeteria for wandering ears before looking back at Jihyo and Joy, “it’s Bubble Tea.”
“Again?” Joy asks and rolls her eyes, “I told you to just talk to him.”
You glare at her suggestion. “You say that like it’s so easy, but every time I try, he acts as if he’s seen a hideous troll and starts quivering in his boots.”
Jihyo snorts and takes a bite into her sandwich while watching you and Joy bicker. She notices how the scowl on your lips stretches, and your brows grow close. She wonders for a second whether she should separate the two of you before you can get any hits on each other. Then it dawns on her.
“Your face is the problem!”
“Excuse you?!”
Joy cackles.
Jihyo clears her throat and shakes her head. “Not like you’re ugly. You’re just…stern.”
“Mean.” Joy teases, and you glare at her once more.
“Your strong will physically shows itself. You have an assertive face.” Jihyo says proudly.
“You have RBF.” Joy clarifies.
“Okay…what should I do then?”
Joy perks up and claps her hands excitedly. “Dye your hair. Purple. Or blue.”
“Maybe change up your style. Wear something cute.” Jihyo suggests.
A frown settles on your lips as you study your current outfit. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”
“It’s just so…serious. Like you mean business.”
“We work in an office.”
“And?”
You shake your head and steal a chip from Jihyo’s lunch, popping it into your mouth and ignoring her offended gasp. “I don’t think I’ll do that…it’s too much. I want him to like me, not me with purple hair and a new wardrobe.”
Both of them nod understandingly. “Of course,” Jihyo begins, “no point in chasing after someone who doesn’t want you as is.”
“Exactly. Don’t settle for a man who can’t handle your ‘assertive’ facial expressions! Bubble Tea’ll come around if he knows what’s good for him.” Joy winks.
The next day passes quicker than expected, and you already find yourself parting ways with Jihyo and Joy as you walk back to the main office. There are still a few minutes left of lunch, which explains why you see some of your coworkers huddled around Taeyong’s desk.
You hear a few murmurs and giggles that interrupt them and slowly approach the group to see what the fuss is about.
“So she’s completely oblivious. Just humming to herself as she gets ready to ski. Meanwhile, a massive grizzly bear,” Taeyong pauses and spreads his arms wide, “is just chasing her down, and she has no clue.”
Everyone laughs in disbelief, and they match Taeyong’s wide-eyed look.
You observe quietly, basking in the warm, carefree atmosphere from a few feet away. Then you remember a scene from the drama you watched last night, the one where the girl tells the guy a joke that’s entirely too cheesy. Still, he laughs anyway and looks down at her endearingly. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of the same happening to you.
So, you clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention. “Good thing it wasn’t a polar bear,” you say with a smile, “otherwise we’d be hearing this story on the news, haha.”
Crickets.
The smile on your lips falters when you’re met with silence and your coworkers’ looks that call you crazy. Guess they didn’t find it as funny as you did. You glance at Taeyong to gauge his reaction, but he acts like you’re not there, visibly tense and avoiding your gaze.
So, you go back to your desk.
Silence greets you as you walk through your apartment door, cold and lonely as always. You kick off your shoes and leave them strewn messily by the door, throwing your work bag down somewhere near them before making a tired stumble to the kitchen.
It’s like muscle memory. Reach into the freezer and grab a meal (doesn’t matter which), rip off the cardboard seal and slit (or aggressively stab) the plastic film, and throw it in the mic for five minutes while you wrestle your way out of your white button-up and black high-waisted pants that are a bit too tight but make your legs look nice.
You turn the TV to channel five, RV News with anchorwoman Bae Joohyun, and sit on the sofa with the piping hot tray in your lap, struggling to maneuver it so it won’t burn your thighs. You eat and stare at the raven-haired anchorwoman speaking about another corner store robbery gone wrong in that gentle honey voice of hers. She drones on about how the perpetrator used a water gun to intimidate the cashier. Still, you’re hardly listening as you wonder how someone can look so flawless, even on your grainy and broken 1986 Panasonic TV. Even the static fuzz that manages to peek through barely obstructs RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun’s ethereal beauty, and you wonder if she’s wearing a wig, hair so perfect with not a strand out of place. You wonder where she bought that lip tint as your teeth snag onto your own.
Your dinner goes cold, but you don’t notice when you lock eyes with the Kokubu Yurie poster that hangs above your bed. You wonder, as you admire her soft gaze and stylish flare in that red, oversized blazer, you wonder if a sweet song and magical electric guitar riff is what’ll get Taeyong to look at you and finally sweep you off your feet like in all those cheesy dramas you love to watch.
The food in your mouth turns to a sandpapery mush. You sit and wonder if you could cook—if you could make a hot meal, fresh from the oven and not a grocery shelf—if the smell of a home-cooked meal made with love is enough to lead Taeyong to you.
You wonder if you were more like all the leads in your favorite romances—timid, passive, unassuming—if you had a special twinkle in your eye or softer hair or a prettier smile, if that’s what it takes to enchant him like all the others. The food goes down your throat like gravel. You lose your appetite.
With a heavy sigh, you trudge your way through your bedtime routine and lie down, dreaming of a world where Taeyong doesn’t look at you like a deer in headlights.
Apprehensive eyes stare back at you as you study your appearance from your rearview mirror. Actually, those eyes stare at the bow clipped in your hair that you rummaged through your closet for; you weren’t even sure you had it. It’s a light peach bow, petite, with a white pearl at its center. It was cute enough, you decided at 5 AM when you were really contemplating buying box dye, but it was late and cold and you didn’t feel like getting robbed at water gunpoint, so you had to settle.
Your eyes flit to your lips, which are covered in a shimmery, sheer pink gloss you also found in your closet. You have to tell yourself multiple times not to chew on your lips, but at least they taste like strawberries.
You will away the uncertainty your reflection carries and sternly tell the knot in your stomach to unravel itself. Maybe this isn’t your usual look, but there’s nothing wrong with trying something new. You have nothing to lose, you think with firm resolve. But your fingers still tremble slightly as they smooth out the wrinkles in your outfit and reach for the car handle when you finally force yourself to walk into work.
Once you’re inside, you make a beeline for the break room. You can’t cook, but you can make a mean cup of tea, which has to count for something. The sweet scent of orange and honey wafts into the air once you lift the lid from the cup after steeping, and, with a satisfied smile, you march over to Taeyong’s desk.
You set the cup down and then straighten up. Your proud smile leaves you. You don’t want to be too obvious. “This should help with your shaking,” you state, then awkwardly add, “it’s my favorite.”
Taeyong’s eyes switch between you and the steaming tea beside him, wide with surprise. “Oh..! Thanks..?” He gingerly picks up the cup and takes a cautious sip.
You don’t mean to stare in anticipation, watching his every move, from how his fingers curl around the cup to how his tongue darts out to lick up any stray drops of tea. For a split second, you think you might’ve seen the corners of his mouth twitch upward, but you mistake it for a tremor.
Taeyong pales at the sight of your clenched fist.
“Drink it all.” You demand, pointing firmly at the cup in his hands.
“Yes—yes, ma’am.”
You ignore the crack in his voice as you stalk back to your desk.
The day goes as usual: you finish some paperwork, send out a few emails, and take a few not-so-subtle glances at Taeyong over your bulky computer screen. You’re shocked when you make eye contact a few times, though he always looks away as soon as you do, eyes blown wide like a little doe. But you note that he finished the tea. All of it.
Soon, 7 PM rolls around, and you’re ready to clock out. RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun is waiting for you on channel five. You gather all your belongings and sling your work bag over your shoulder with a small sigh. The lights in the office are dim; most people have already left for home, but you stayed a bit longer to tie up some loose ends. You think you’re the only one still in the office until you notice a warm light coming from one of the desks across from you.
Taeyong’s desk.
Biting the inside of your cheek only does so much to keep you from imagining this as a perfect moment from a romance drama starring you. You could stay and offer to help, get closer to the guy you’ve been after all this time, and finally have a chat, maybe exchange numbers! Or, you could go home and snuggle up in bed where Kokubu Yurie, your stuffed animals, and RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun wait listlessly to hear you complain about events that are unlikely to occur between you and your office crush, effectively saving you from any embarrassment and ultimately leaving you wondering ‘what if?’
“Hey, um…” you clear your throat as you approach Taeyong’s desk. “Need any help?”
His brown eyes look up at you briefly before returning to the hefty stack of papers before him, and he quickly shakes his head. “Oh, no! I–I got it, you don’t need to—to waste your time—”
Taeyong shuts up when an annoyed huff leaves your lips as you reach over to grab half the stack of papers.
“I’m doing this half.” You say in a tone that leaves no room for argument, and all Taeyong can do is nod dumbly.
It’s mindless work, and the two of you complete it in silence, slowly whittling down the stack. You barely even notice how you sit beside each other, only a shoulder apart.
“Hey.” You nudge Taeyong’s shin with the tip of your shoe. “Do you have a sticky note? One of the pages is missing.” You frown.
He doesn’t look up from his stack when he wordlessly hands you a stack of sticky notes. Cinnamoroll-themed sticky notes.
At first, you’re confused. Are…are these his? Did someone give them to him, like a child, or did he buy them with his own money? Your mouth gapes a little, but you're speechless. You draw a blank while the white, chubby puppy stares back at you.
“This…this is so cute.” You laugh, using your hand to cover the smile that spreads across your face. But then you notice the pen, the matching pen. “Oh my god, it writes in blue glitter ink…”
Taeyong glances up from the paper he’s scanning when he sees your shoulders shake from the corner of his eye. He initially thinks you’re crying, and his eyes fill with panic. But then he catches a glimpse of your upturned lips, and his breath hitches.
“...woah.”
“Hm?”
Taeyong finds himself smiling a bit, too. “I just…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before.”
You stare back at him with a bemused smile and tilt your head. Never seen you do what before? You stop writing on the sticky note when you realize what he means. He’s never seen you smile before or laugh. He’s never seen you express joy. Your smile quickly drops.
What did he think you were? A soulless monster?
A stern glare replaces any softness left in your gaze as you stare down Taeyong’s paling form.
You both go back to working in silence.
It’s close to 9 PM when you and Taeyong finish the paperwork. You stand up from your seat and get in a much-needed shoulder stretch, dreaming of your soft pillow waiting for you at home. Your eyes wander over to Taeyong, who quietly gathers his things and walks toward the elevator. You follow not too far behind.
There’s still an awkward silence that hovers as the two of you enter the elevator, but you don’t mind it much. You spent a whole two hours with Taeyong, just the two of you. Sure, you were completing some tedious and, quite frankly, pointless paperwork that no one else would read. Still, it’s the fact that you both were in a room alone together. In the dark. At night. Together.
You squeal, jump, and dance around your mind like a little schoolgirl, rocking back and forth on your heels. You don’t notice that, in reality, you’re burning a hole into the walls with the intensity of your glare.
And now, you think dreamily, you’re on the elevator together, heading home. Would you hold hands? Would he offer to drive you to your apartment? Would you, maybe…kiss?
All these questions run through your mind one after the other, and you suppress the urge to squeal aloud. You lean over and peer at Taeyong with a small smile when you notice…that he’s huddled in the corner opposite of you. His eyes are glued to the wall beside him as if it’s the most marvelous thing in the world, and he refuses to look at you.
So, no kiss.
“Do you really find me that unattractive?” You note how he immediately flinches at the sound of your voice, and something inside you breaks.
“...what?”
“You won’t even look at me. Am I that ugly?”
The question prompts Taeyong to reluctantly acknowledge your presence. His brows furrow.
A humorless laugh escapes you as you shift from foot to foot. “I’ve…I’ve been trying to get your attention.” You speak with an exasperated sigh and nervous swallow, “I really like you and thought I was being pretty obvious, but you always cower in fear whenever I walk into the room.” You laugh again weakly, this time at how desperate you sound.
Taeyong resembles a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he searches for a reply. “I—I thought you hated me.”
“Is that why you thought I couldn’t laugh or smile?” You ask defensively.
“Not around me, no.”
“...oh.
I don’t. Hate you, I mean. I really don’t.”
The silence returns, more palpable now, and you can’t help but feel a little stupid. The elevator ding! interrupts your thoughts of self-pity, signaling that you’ve reached the first floor.
The doors slowly open, and Taeyong moves to leave first, but he stops in the doorway and, without glancing back, quietly wishes you “good night.”
You catch your reflection in the closing elevator doors. Your eyes drift to the bow in your hair and the gloss on your lips, and you deflate with a sigh.
Crabby, red eyes glare back at you from your rearview mirror. This time, there’s no petite, light peach bow in your hair for your eyes to fiddle with. You kept the pink gloss, though. You look cute wearing it.
With your jaw set and lips pinched into a tight line, your so-called ‘RBF’ is so strong that you intimidate yourself a little. At least your scowl tastes like strawberries.
When you walk into the office, you decide you won’t bother with Taeyong anymore. You sit down at your desk and get to work. It’s pointless to keep up with this childish crush, you tell yourself. You also didn’t see him at his desk and wouldn’t be surprised if he quit because of you, not that you cared.
You reach for your cup of tea and let the sweet smell waft into your nose, humming in delight as you take a sip.
Wait.
You didn’t make this.
Taeyong looks away just as your eyes flit up to look at him. He coughs and frowns as if remembering something, then meets your gaze with a sheepish smile.
“Thought I’d return the favor,” he says with a slight shrug. “Also, you’re right. This flavor’s pretty good.”
Once again, you’re speechless. You have to remember to swallow the tea in your mouth before letting your jaw drop because Taeyong, the same guy who tried merging with the elevator wall out of his fear of you, is smiling at you. Is speaking to you without shaking.
And his smile only grows at the sight of your dumbfounded expression. He leaves you there, dazed, and walks away with a chuckle.
Jihyo takes a bite from her salad and chews slowly, eyes locked on you in deep concentration. She watches as you quietly hum to yourself. It's probably another city pop song. She notes there’s something off about you, but she can’t quite place it. Her gaze hardens, and she peers at you a bit closer.
“…are you wearing lip gloss?”
You look up from your lunch and nod, a faint smile on your shimmery, pink lips.
“Alright, what’s going on?” Jihyo throws her hands up in resignation.
You glance between her and Joy with questioning eyes. “What?”
“Don’t play coy with us.” Joy shakes her head and points her chopsticks at you. “Your attitude has completely changed between this morning and now. Just a few hours ago, you looked dead-set on murder, and now you’ve got this dumb grin on your face.”
You scoff and look away from them, waving off their suspicions. “Pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try forcing your lips into a straight line.
“You’re not doing a good job of hiding it.”
“Be quiet.”
Jihyo rests her elbows on the table and folds her hands together, a grave look on her face as she leans in. “She told Bubble Tea.”
“Ugh, finally.” Joy groans in relief. “So you’re dating now?”
“I genuinely have no clue what you’re talking about.” You deny but refuse to look either woman in the eye. Instead, you glance at your wrist and gasp. “Seems we’ve run out of time, ladies. See you tomorrow.” You rush your words while throwing away your trash and dash for the stairs.
“You’re not even wearing a watch!” Joy accuses.
“They grow up so fast.” You faintly hear Jihyo sigh.
They clamber after you, yelling teases and congratulations that earn them a couple of weird looks, but you don’t bother to stop. They follow you all the way back to your desk even though they work on the other side of the building.
“What’d you do, scream at him?” Joy asks. “You think that’s his type of thing?”
“Would you hush?” You push her playfully, eyes nervously glancing around the room, hoping no one else heard that.
“I’m so proud of you.” Jihyo wipes away an invisible tear. “I knew you could do it.”
You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing like that happened. We just…talked.”
“Like I told you to do in the first place?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” you say and sit down, your shoulders sagging slightly at the thought. You prepare to return to work and reach for a file but freeze. There’s a sticky note on your desk. A Cinnamoroll-themed sticky note.
Gingerly bringing it up to your eyes, you, Jihyo, and Joy read what’s written in blue glitter ink.
It’s a phone number.
Let’s get to know each other better :)
- L. TY
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The final? - Ep 1: How about my feeling?
pairing: Jaehyun x reader; Jeno x reader. / FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT// Love triangle au.?
Word count: 912
Warning: Smut; curse words. This contains mature content! So minors DO NOT INTERACT! Thank you.
note: This is an opening ep so I do not want to put anything too strong here. Just want to give you guys an overall look at the situation between Jeno, Y/n and Jaehyun.
Please leave a comment about how you think this will go on. Thank you and enjoy.
Saturday morning
knock knock knock.
You’re sitting at your coffee table in the living room, trying to finish all the work so that you can enjoy your weekend the most. You open the door without knowing who decides to bother you on Saturday morning.
“ Jeno? What are you doing here? Also, you have the key why do you knock?”
He flashes you his lovely signature smile that melts your heart and it’s also the reason why you avoided him the whole week.
“ Well, first of all, I’m your best friend so do I need a reason to see you? Also, I miss you pumpkin, I feel like you’re trying to avoid me, which is weird so I think it’s better to knock on your door than just you know, use the key like usual. I know you need your personal space, too, pumpkin.”
You immediately feel sorry for abandoning your own best friend, or should I say your crush? Yes yes, you’ve just found out recently after a “daily” party at Johnny’s house. You realize you love your childhood best friend.
“ Oh just continue to do your work, I just want to check on you. I bought you some tulips, all colours of course. I’m gonna clean for you a little bit then make us a meal, What ya think?”
“ Uhm Jeno thank you so much but uhm.. I’m kinda busy and ..”
“ Yes, I know. And then you’re gonna skip all your meals and even… Okay enough talking just ignore me, I do my work and you do yours”. He finishes by giving your forehead a slight kiss.
And just like that, time flew. You two have your lunch like usual but you don’t feel right today, face to face with him. Your feelings toward him have changed, and you keep thinking about whether you should tell him or not. And when you make up your mind and decide to confess to him, he breaks your heart.
“ Hey Jen, actually I did avoid you last week, I’m sorry but the reason was my feelings for you, they changed. I li…”
“ Is it your father again? Did he pressure you with your brand?”
“No. And yes, work does exhaust me but what I’m trying to tell you is…”
“ Come to Johnny’s party tomorrow night. I want you to relax and keep yourself away from all the work, it’s the weekend. I also want to introduce Jane to you.” He cut you off. again.
“ Who’s Jane? Johnny’s sister?”
“No. It’s a new girl that John introduced to me. She is a journalist”.He smiles. That smile again. He smiles while talking about her. You lose. You officially lose.
You feel like a loser. Maybe he knew what you’re about to say so he has to tell you first.
“ Y/n? Are you listening to me?”
“ Yeah... I’m just thinking about what to wear tomorrow and I definitely not gonna waste like last time.”
“ Bet ya”.
That night you cried yourself to sleep. Why does he have to treat you like that? He makes you feel so special then just drop you like that.
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Sunday night
“ Hey hey, our hot girl is here. Y/s is here guys”. Johnny rushes to the door and gives you his big bear hug while announcing.
“ I’ve been waiting for you since the party started. You’re late pumpkin. I have something hot for you tonight you better get ready. See that fine man over there, the one with the dimples. He’s all yours tonight and maybe many nights after. That’s Jaehyun, the young and rich CEO of L.O.G Company. I showed him some of your pictures and pumpkin I have to tell you that man’s completely whipped”.
“ Oh John, you have to stop your blind date games, I’m an adult I know who is the best for me. And also I’m so busy right now with my brand and you know that.”
“ But look at his dimples”. Johnny makes a face that you know you cannot say no to him. Jaehyun is a fine man actually, he can also be a distraction to keep your mind away from Jeno. So why not give it a try?
“ Nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun.” He flashes his dimples.
‘ Oh he’s flirting’ you think. “ Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n. Now tell me what did John babble about me to you hah? Well, let me guess. I bet I’m a workaholic perfectionist whom everyone is afraid to talk with right?”
“ Quite different from what I heard, I would say but I would love to know more about that”.
It’s weird. You’re interested in him. You totally forgot about Jeno for the past 2 hours when you “ got to know” more about Jaehyun. You succeed in keeping yourself sober tonight, but Jeno is on the other hand, totally wasted.
“Hey Y/n it’s late, Can I drive you home?” Jaehyun asks. “ Uhmm thank you for asking but Jeno is kinda drunk here and I can not just leave him you know.”
“ Oh just let him drive you home”. Johnny appears after cleaning the kitchen. “ He has Jane, you remember?”.
Yes. Now he has Jane. “ But…”.
“ Nah ah. no, but Y/n. Let this gentleman do his work, don’t you?”. John tries to convince you. “ Thank you so much Jaehyun. Please bring her home safely.”
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pairing. rival idol johnny + idol afab reader
summary. an imagined scenario of what it would be like to have the johnny suh as your rival idol.
warnings. suggestive, strong language, mentions of alcohol
note. i'm back? i think.
"and the SMA for the best composer goes to... Y/N!"
the applause was deafening, yet you remained stoic. with a minuscule smile etched onto your lips, you graciously walked onto the stage and accepted your award.
as the speech you prepared blurted out from your lips, a familiar pair of brown irises glared into yours. you could recognize them even among a sea of ten thousand people in the dark, you were sure.
"but most of all," your smirk grew. "thank you for hating me. you losers sure give me the motivation to grind harder than ever."
the cheers seemed to subdue as you caught his expression hardening. those mono-lidded eyes held cinch about one thing for sure— your dress looked awfully good on you.
sigh. that was all he could muster.
as you descended the stage, his eyes were raking over your form, red dress stretched over your ass. he realized that this vision of his would be enough to satisfy his fantasies for the rest of the month— because he knew he would never be able to fulfill them.
the dusk fell, and soon you found yourself in the ballroom of a hotel that had been booked. your body stumbled under the glittering lights as you brought up a glass of champagne to your painted lips. as the alcohol seeped in, you realized that he was onto you.
johnny's eyes were trained on you. despite managing to hold a conversation with 3 of his peers, his attention was solely on you. the Chicago native cursed the heavens above for not being able to get you out of his head.
groaning, he grew frustrated. "excuse me, gentlemen," he tipped his glass towards them, before making his way over to you. he sauntered through the sea of people, muttering out apologies to every body he bumped into— beelining for his one destination.
presence beaming with curiosity, the dark-haired man suddenly grabbed your waist and your glass, smoothly landing both containers of champagne on a table before gliding you toward a corner.
the music was too loud, but you knew that you'd still pay heed to johnny's voice more than anything.
"well well well," you giggled, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. "if it isn't my number one hater! how are you doing after losing to me?"
your open back was pinned to the curtain-draped wall as you peered into his eyes. there it was again, the infamous siren eyes of johnny suh, Chicago's heartthrob— those eyes loomed over your own.
your heart was swimming with desire, every inch of your being wanting to claim the man in front of you.
but you knew you couldn't.
your entire relationship with johnny was based on backhanded taunts, rude remarks to the press, and constantly spreading hate about each other on social media— there was nothing sweet about this story.
"my fans seem to be tired it seems, how could a lazy fandom like yours ever win?" he smirks, pulling you impossibly close to his body.
"oh there it is," you grabbed the collar of his blue thom browne suit. "there's the johnny suh i know! was wondering how you could stay put for that long," you hiccuped. the man wanted nothing but to kiss your pouty lips.
his mouth itched with the urge.
"and i was wondering how you could stay sober for so long."
offering him a simple laugh, you smack his chest, before allowing your hands to slide down to his torso. the white and newly pressed shirt feels crisp under your finger and, oh how you wanted to rip every button off them.
when you look up into johnny's eyes, he is staring at you with blown-out orbs, and you knew you were in dangerous territory. you just had to mark it.
time was running out. you had to do something— anything— to let him know that you wanted to accept this carnal attraction as much as he did.
you near his face, nose nearly touching the tip of his. johnny's chest bursts aflame, thinking that this is the moment.
the moment he had awaited for a lifetime.
"me gustas tu,"
you bent down, placing a small kiss on his collar. the red Dior lipstick transfers onto the blue suede, leaving a distinct mark. before johnny has time to react, you are walking away— blending into the crowd as your devious smirk floods his mind.
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Paint 'em Red🍒
Pairing: Sub!Renjun x FemDom!Reader.
Genre: Office AU, Possessive/Jealousy, Degradation, Reader being mean, Mild pain kink, Fwb situation, Blood Magic.
Warnings: Explicit Smut, Witchcraft/Occult practices.
Preview: "You never say those words to me again alright? You talk to me what you like and don’t like properly without acting like a pathetic little pussy”
"Yes...I'm sorry, please just, I didn't mean it at all..." He teared up now, face flushed pink and lips red and eyes glistened. Few other tears escaping as he tried to look at you clearly, lashes stuck together with excess tears.
Oh fuck.
Dropping in few days I'm so excited for this one, i was in need of a babyboy so wrote something hehe
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Button Him Up
Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader
Genre: romance / fluff / roommates to lovers / roommates au
Warnings: none
Word count: 1810
Glancing at the man shadowing your side, you sighed heavily. “Really?”
“I need your help,” he told you. Closing your eyes, you counted to five before opening them again and shifting your gaze to meet his. Warm brown eyes danced with amusement.
Yeah, he was milking it again.
Allowing your focus to shift slowly from his, over his proud chin and down his neck, you stopped at the collar of the navy shirt. The contrast of the dark shirt against his golden skin taunted you, and you wondered how you still felt this surprised by his body.
Okay, so it was a good body. A great one at that. If you allowed your eyes to greedily travel over the expanse of his chest still on display, down the ridges of his torso, and to sweep over the trail of dark hair that led into the waistband of his jeans, you would have no doubt licked your lips unconsciously. Maybe held your breath for good measure.
You hadn’t expected to become so addicted to your roommate’s physique. Then again, when Jung Jaehyun had turned up after your cousin Johnny insisted he’d make a solid roomie, you hadn’t been able to see all that he housed under the hoodie he wore.
And although his dimples made you frazzled that day, it wasn’t until you saw him shirtless for the first time that your heart truly malfunctioned.
A year into this arrangement and you had assumed you’d be immune. After all, Jaehyun never wore shirts. Not to bed, not when he left the bathroom – which you kind of understood since you too stepped out in just a towel out of habit and convenience – and various times in between. You were well acquainted with the muscles of his back, the smooth expanse of his chest and the glorious set of defined upper arms that you were very thankful were covered right now.
But here you were, lusting over Jaehyun’s body and having to dress him. It should be any girl’s daydream. Surely, it had been one of your fantasies. Except there was a reason why your roommate was waiting for you to button him up. And it wasn’t because you had progressed from sharing a flat to sleeping in the same bed.
No. Instead of allowing yourself the temptation of Jaehyun’s body, you dropped your gaze to his right hand and the cast that stuck out from the uncuffed shirt. That was the reason you had become Jaehyun’s current stylist.
You shifted on your bar stool where you had been eating breakfast and grumbled loudly. You couldn’t tell how much of it was purely for dramatics and how much came from the knowledge that touching him wasn’t something he wanted you to do when he didn’t have a broken hand.
Perhaps it was a little bit of both.
“Why do you insist on wearing shirts?” you questioned as your fingers slipped to the collar, straightening it before reaching for the first button and matching buttonhole. “You could wear a sweater.”
“It’s not yet cold enough for sweaters. You know that,” he responded, nodding to the tank top and pyjama shorts you had on still.
You rolled your eyes. You didn’t dig out your flannelette PJs until winter was well and truly established.
Tugging on the opening of the shirt a little more, you slipped in the second and third buttons with ease. “Okay then, but there are other top options.”
“I like shirts. They’re comfortable.”
“And have a lot of buttons,” you said to no one in particular, though you did catch his grin as you finished the final button. Automatically, your hands moved back up, smoothing the shirt over his body, and Jaehyun stood still as you continued to prepare him for the day.
It was almost hilarious, the way you doted on him like a stay-at-home wife, getting your husband ready for his day at work. Next, you’ll be making him a packed lunch and patting Jaehyun on the butt on his way out the front door.
You frowned. How was Jaehyun eating at work? Should you be making him food too since his dominant hand was out of commission?
Whilst you were lost in your thoughts, Jaehyun stepped back and started stuffing the end of his shirt into his jeans, huffing a little when he couldn’t reach around the back properly. You noticed the doe-eyed expression before you had a conclusion to your pondering thought.
“I’m not doing that.”
“Y/N, I have something important to do today.”
“So, ask my cousin to do it when you get to the office.”
“And leave the house looking like this?” Jaehyun gave you a reproachful stare.
You muttered under your breath something unintelligible before reaching out again. Sliding your hands over his waist and then onto his hips, you proceeded to help him. Biting down on your lip, you reined in any sinful thoughts about how your fingers were now brushing over the waistband to his underwear. You swallowed roughly when you pushed a little too well and felt the starting curve to his rear, quickly snapping back around the front of his hips and not caring if it was a rough tuck-in job or not.
And then, with a small pant, you stared at the undone button to his jeans. The silver dome sparkled back at you, and you knew without a doubt that the reason it was still undone made sense. Even you didn’t button up your pants before tucking in your tops when you chose to do so. All week long you had been helping him with the buttons on his shirt, but this was the first time he wore jeans. The slacks he normally wore to work had more room, and Jaehyun had always darted off once his shirt was buttoned up.
You cocked your head to the side. Why was he wearing jeans today?
“Can you, uh, you know,” he asked softly, and you looked up at Jaehyun. He had the audacity to blush at his request, though his eyes showed something more.
Challenge. Jaehyun was daring you to do it.
Could you? Could you recover from buttoning up Jaehyun’s pants long enough to be productive today? If this was your cousin, you wouldn’t hesitate. Then again, Johnny was the closest relative you had. You had grown up doing everything together. The idea of helping him dress when incapacitated wouldn’t have even made you blink. It was just clothes, right? So, if you thought of it as Johnny—
You knew it was Jaehyun standing in front of you, though. You knew by scent alone; the almond, amber and vanilla notes of his Jo Malone cologne were already mingling in your personal space. Even if you looked at the hips those jeans sat open on, you couldn’t convince yourself they were anyone else’s.
Jesus Christ, you scolded yourself, shaking your head slightly. It’s a button. Do it up and get on with your day already.
Tugging the jeans’ closures together, you buttoned it up smoothly and then nodded weakly. “You’re all good to go.”
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“No problem. Have a good day,” you mentioned, turning back to your bowl of cereal, deflating at the soggy remnants waiting for you. That’d teach you for taking so long to do a mindless task that should take all of thirty seconds.
“Now you.”
“Huh?”
Jaehyun hadn’t moved from where he stood beside you, but he did place his forearm on the countertop, using it to support the weakened limb. “You have to get dressed.”
“I don’t have to go to work today.”
“That’s right. You don’t.”
“Wait.” You blinked three times before looking up at your roommate. He was nobly attempting yet failing to hide a smile. “Today is Saturday.”
“Yep.”
“You don’t have work today.”
Jaehyun grinned. “How astute of you to recognise that.”
“You!” Pointing your index finger at the man, your voice shrilled. “You didn’t need to wear a shirt today!”
“But I am now, thanks to your help.”
“I might just kill you!”
Jaehyun raised his good hand to his chest and had the sense to look grave. “You wouldn’t.”
“Why did you just dress up for? If not for work, then what?” you demanded, and Jaehyun shrugged, looking away.
“A date.”
“A date,” you echoed blankly, trying to make the words click in your brain. Finally, they did, and you snapped your eyes up to his. They were mirthful, and yours turned murderous. “I just dressed you for a date!”
“To be fair, I dressed most of myself.”
“You’re going on a date with a broken hand.”
“I still have one free. I can hold things with it, like someone else’s hand or food.”
You laughed darkly, slumping in your seat. This was the extent of your life. Lusting over your roommate whilst he went on dates, and you merely assisted him in the process. You laughed harder, knowing at least you wouldn’t have to undress him later on for anything that might happen as a result of a good date.
“You need to get dressed,” Jaehyun repeated, and you grunted. He chuckled and crowded you a little. “I mean, I don’t mind this, but you might get cold outside.”
“I’m not going…”
It was then when your supposedly astute brain caught onto what he was insinuating. Slowly, you caught his gaze. Whilst his expression still held some amusement, his arched brow and tentative smile spoke otherwise.
“Oh,” you merely said, blinking a couple of times. “I guess I should get dressed then.”
“Do you need help?” he offered easily, and you threw him a look. Jaehyun grinned. “Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying. You’ve been dressing me all week.”
“Because you can’t yourself.”
“Want me to tell you a secret?” You nodded, and Jaehyun licked his bottom lip before continuing. “How do you think I’ve been getting undressed at night?”
And then his left hand popped open a button at his collar, nimbly doing it back up again one-handedly.
You gasped. “You! Oh my God!”
“I had to do something, Y/N. I’ve been trying for weeks to catch your eye. I knew you liked me physically at least, so breaking my hand has had some perks.” You merely laughed, and he joined you before leaning forward, his breath mingling with yours. “As for what you were considering earlier, maybe after today, I might be really tired and need help getting out of my clothes too.”
You refused to acknowledge how Jaehyun had read those thoughts, nor how they made your insides respond. Folding your arms under your chest, you smirked. “Oh, you think you’re so smooth right now. You just showed me how capable you really are. If anything, you might be quite the pro of getting me out of my own clothes later too.”
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The Promise of a Duke
Pairing: Jaehyun x F Reader
Genre: One Shot, AU - Regency Fantasy Romance (Not Period Accurate), Fluff and Smut
Summary: Lord Jaehyun Jeong, newly wed, won't stop smoking until a baby is on the way…
Word count: 3k+
Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Not Period Accurate (specifically the cigarette smoking), Explicit Sexual Content: Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Cum Play, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Exhibitionism
Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY
Author’s Note:
First: Part 2 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!!
I had a free day and I found that this fic fit under the "Breeding" kink for the event, fell on the same day as my first Kinktober fic, so I utilized my free time to post 2 fics in one day!
Check out my own personal Kinktober List** which has a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event!
Second: This was requested!!! Nonny OP Please forgive me for taking so long to fulfill this request!! 😭 🙏 I hope this fulfills your fantasies! I read the request when Bridgerton teasers were coming out and inspired me to make this fic regency fantasy romance!!
Apologies in advance for any mistakes!! 💚
Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡
Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions
Sweet tobacco tickled her sinuses, waking her. Sitting up, she placed a hand over her mouth. Curls at the front of her bonnet unfurled as she sneezed, loosened tendrils blocking her vision.
Pushing them behind her ears, she saw her husband at the foot of the bed. The thick curtains were pulled back. Illuminating full moon radiating into her bed chambers.
The right side window swung open as he stared out into the indigo night, bare back to her. Top of his trousers hanging off his hips, threatening to slip down.
His lean statuesque pose was breath-taking. Perfect model for an Italian Renaissance artist with every muscle flexing and glowing.
“Jaehyun, dear,” she called out, stepping out of bed, “you’ll catch a cold without a tunic, or robe at least.”
“It’s hot,” he replied, opening his left arm to her, turning around slightly. Smooth, gentle voice to match his gaze. Eyes so dark she fell into an abyss, consumed by his focus on her. “I was admiring the moon.”
In nothing but her nightgown, her whole body lit up with goose pimples. The night’s chill seeped into her skin. His embrace warmed her shoulders.
His cigarette smoke infiltrated her senses, her mind hazy and flustered. She sneezed into her hands, multiple curls coming undone with her bonnet deflating over her forehead.
“I wish you’d give that up,” she said, looking at the moonlight reflected onto his milky skin, pushing her bonnet out of her face. The contrast of his black tendrils over his porcelain forehead reminded her of the earthy taste of Jaehyun’s skin. Saliva building at the back of her throat. “My father left my mother a widow when I was 8. He’d coughed blood, and still smoked. Do you wish to make me worry so much?”
“Come, my wife,” he said, exhaling a puff of smoke out the open window, “I promised you on our wedding night that I’ll give up my vices once we start our family. I fully intend to keep my word.”
Fingers at her hip pinched, the grip painfully sharp even with the layer of fabric covering her. Goose pimples flared up to her tits, fire rushing into the pit of her stomach. Their eyes locked, a shadow over his eyes as his lips curved up gently. Her mouth dried as her heat engulfed her face.
“How can we start a family when you’re smoking and not in bed with your wife then, husband?”
He chuckled, eyes squinting as his set of perfect teeth shone in the moonlight.
“How do you want to try our family planning tonight, my love?”
He let her go, snuffing the cigarette against the ashtray on the windowsill. She ran a hand over his chest, appreciating the warmth and softness of his skin. Lady Masscaster described her husband’s skin like worn leather, rough on the fingertips. but the Duke of West Goroa, Jaehyun Jeong, was of the most expensive material on earth: gold.
He was smooth, strong yet pliable. Her right hand palmed over his hip, pushing his trousers down his hips.
Tongue licking her husband’s chest, gliding toward his nipple, her senses filled with his metallic musk. His skin tasted fresh and cool. Minty with the mossy dew she’d inhaled in the forest during wet morning horseback rides.
“Careful, love.” He grunted, hand slipping away from the curtains to her wrist. His manhood was warming up in her fist. Heat rushing to her head blurred her vision. “Squeeze me too hard and my seed will spill all over that pretty gown.”
“This old thing?” She laughed, releasing his stiffening member. He pulled her front up against his. “Just an old nightgown for bedtime. Are you going to sleep in bed with me for once, Jae?”
She turned away from the hot touch of his fingers pinching her breast. His guffaw into the crook of her neck lit up her body in goose pimples.
“Do you find it humorous that you’re still called the Cad of West Goroa?”
“Are you unsettled by the name calling?”
She yelped as he scooped her up in his arms, throwing her top half over his shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist.
“Beast! You feral beast! I am your wife and you’re carrying me like a-like a Neanderthal!”
“That’s your husband you’re slandering,” he said with a heavy sigh, as if her words were wearing him down, not his lack of sleep. “What sort of beast did you marry?”
He laid her onto the bed, dying flames from the fireplace the only source of light in the room. His face was hidden in the shadows but she felt his smile against her skin, a sweet chuckle into the crook of her neck. Resting his body over hers, his knee widened the parting of her legs.
“Well, you’ve spent your evenings at the gambling halls, coming home when I’m rising to prepare for us to break fast. How am I to trust you aren’t gambling away our fortunes? Where have your hands and your…your honor been at all hours of the night? Your dainty wife is asleep at home.”
“Do I not make love to you enough?”
She moaned as his hand went between her legs, fingers gliding up and down against her slit, curling the thin cloth of her nightdress into her folds. Hips thrusting against his touch, she failed to resist her desires. Hands pulling her gown up to give him better access.
Jaehyun didn’t often make love to her at night in their bed chambers, but he always fucked her after they broke fast. Often, he’d lock them in the bath together and spill his seed into her.
Other times he’d have her in his study, on his large oak desk before settling down to focus on his paperwork. When he’d rise for supper, they’d make love not just in his chambers, but hers as well.
Her chest swelled at the thrill of the rare opportunity to fuck late at night in her bed chambers.
Wet tip sliding up against her folds, he hissed. Her spine shook, nipples aching. One hand gripping her fleshy thigh, he pushed his cock into her. Their lips connected, his arms hooking under her thighs.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him hard. Tongue shoving against his teeth, lips sucking his. Every push of his hot manhood into her encouraged her to hold him tighter.
“You’ll give me as many children as I want,” his breath was at her throat. Her arms loosened with her nails creating pink trails along his milky shoulder blades as his pushes quickened. “Fill you with my seed, wife. A house full of babies, this is my dream for us.”
“Jaehyun!”
His smokey breath consumed her. Alcohol on his tongue filling her senses. Her insides lit up with his cum.
He refused to release her lips. Hands grabbing her face, his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. The weight of his hips were heavy as he kept himself deep inside of her. Softening cock still making her feel full.
“Has Doctor Kim visited?” His gentle voice was at her ear. A heavy kiss on her shoulder. “Florence befriended the Parisian healer-”
“They’ve all visited Monday,” she replied, hand caressing his neck. “I’m well. Flo said it can take time. The healer suggested that I take a little honey in my tea for blood flow.”
“Do you still believe that will encourage more babies?”
“Her advice has helped at least ten couples. The Duchess of Waignberg had twins.”
He pulled out of her, sitting up. Eyes shut, she threw her hands up to quiet her moan. Jaehyun thrust two fingers deep inside of her.
“A personal theory of mine.” Her walls instinctively constricted around his long fingers as he rutted shallow pushes into her. “I need to hold you like this to ensure my seed remains inside of you.”
He was silent as his fingers stilled. Her pussy walls continued to squeeze his fingers, her hips shaking.
Quivering breaths echoing along the walls, she thrust against his motionless wrist, riding out her orgasm. Both hands held onto his wrist between her legs. Nails marking him with more pink scratches.
“Let’s go to sleep, Jae.”
“Like this?” He spooned her. Middle finger in her cunt, he kissed her shoulder. “You’re so hot down here. I need to appreciate feeling you while I can.”
“If you’d just come to bed with me every night,” she said before moaning loudly. Her throat tightened as his thumb encircled her cum covered clit. “Jae!”
“After our first born arrives, it will be this every night, love.” Hand cupping her heat, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder again. “Once your body is healed. It’s my family before anything else.”
*
“Thank you, Stuart,” Jaehyun said to the stable boy. Handing Stuart his whip and cap, he pulled his gold plated watch from his pocket. “Prep the staff for dinner for the usual time. The Lady and I will put the horses away. We’ll need to have a bath drawn up in my chambers. Not hers.”
Stuart left abruptly as Jaehyun helped his wife dismount from her horse, a beautiful Connemara steed. Eloise had been Jayhyun’s wedding gift to his bride.
Elegant with beautiful shiny locks that radiated everywhere she went, Eloise matched her owner perfectly. Thanking the horse for a fun ride, she took the reins and led Eloise to her stall.
“I daresay, my Lord, you let me win today.” Her lovely locks were coming undone. Loopy tresses fell down, covering the nape of her neck. Dark forest hiding her luscious skin from his lips. His fingers curled against his leg the same ways her perfect skin caressed Eloise’s pearly silk fur. “Beating you by a whole five seconds? I haven’t ever beaten you by more than two seconds to spare. And matching your speed is difficult enough as it is.”
“You’re much too modest, my Lady.” His hands were on her hips. Planting a kiss on the crook of her neck, he inhaled. Sweet floral dew with a sharp sourness cutting through, he sucked up her sweat. “How can I keep up with you when you’re besting me day after day?”
“My Lord?”
“I need you,” he grunted, hands pulling up layers of fabrics to get to her cunt, “right fucking now.”
Fisting her skirts tight, he pulled her front against the stable wall, chest pinning her under him. One hand quickly undoing his breeches, he freed his painfully hot and aching rod. Nipping a trail of sharp kisses along her shoulders, he glided his wet, precum covered tip along her ass and slit. Fire shot to his balls as she remained quiet, hips thrusting gently against him.
“Every day-” his tip pushed against her hot entrance, mind spinning like a fever “-I need to fill you up more and more.”
They took in dry breaths of air together as he pushed into her. The squeeze of her walls forced his mind blank.
Sour manure. Sweet hay. Musty oak.
The pliable flesh that clung onto his cock was all he could focus on. Every fucking time he was inside he was instantly lost. Sucked right into her. Going in deeper. She clung tighter with every push.
He’d stopped going to the gambling halls. Every night, his need to fill up his wife before her bedtime took precedence. He enjoyed dinner more when he was depleted of energy from fucking her in his study in the late afternoon. A need to create something beautiful with her.
Now he was finding it difficult not to fuck her after watching her hair fly widely on horseback all afternoon. Focused only on her eyes lighting up as she passed him. Thunderous laughter echoing through the forest in utter ecstasy as her steed flew past his.
“I need you filled with my cum,” he rasped into her ear, balls deep inside of her. Cock feeling the all consuming squeeze of her succulent walls, he came into her. Hands grasping her hips tight he rutted shallow pushes into her. “Milk me!”
The pressure of her walls was so tight, the weight in his balls twisted up into his guts. Body rigid, he pressed her flat against the wall. The intense heat in his body slowly deflated, his grip at her hips loosening. They remained connected as he felt their mixed fluids dribble down their legs.
“I need to fill you with my seed the moment I think there is none left in you.” He pulled out of her. Immediately, his hand cupped her core, feeling the fluids seep through the cracks between his fingers. “Do you think we’ll have a boy or a girl first?”
“With you manhandling me so often lately,” she said softly, fingers from one hand wrapping around his wrist, “if we have a girl first it will be my way to remind you that I control your silly little dick.”
She cried out as he thrust his rock hard stick into her. It was too much too fast. He came into her in two gut punching spurts.
“I need you filled up with me,” he said, giving one harsh push into her. She grunted and he failed to suck up a high pitched mewl. Heavy breath with another hard jerk, he cleared his throat. “Our baby boy will be a reminder how much my cum has been inside of you for the past month.”
He released her. She turned around. Their lips were together instantly, her arms around his neck. Fingers grabbing his tresses, she hummed against his lips.
“I love you, Jae.”
“I love you, too.”
*
She wrung the handkerchief, knuckles throbbing with every twist. The sun was disappearing, and Jaehyun was still not home.
“Thank you, Marie.” Jaehyun’s plate was covered as her barely touched bowl of beef consomme was cleared away. “Prepare a glass of warmed milk with just a drop of honey, if you please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll take my milk in my chambers. No need to draw up a bath for me. You can go to bed after the house has been cleaned and prepared for tomorrow. I’ll take care of the Lord when he returns.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Bidding the Lady of the house a good night, Marie left the dining room to execute orders for the manor’s night chores.
She paced before the fireplace until her cheeks burned from the heat. She was walking toward the front of the house when the front door burst open.
“Perfect timing!” Jaehyun’s eyes were tiny slits with his mouth wide open in a grin. Pearly square teeth gleaming. His arms were thrown out in the air. Like a jester on stage. “I’m in need of my wife’s sweet, comforting embrace.”
The acidic burn of tobacco singed her nostrils. Silver ash coated her mouth, the smoke taking up all of her senses. Eyes shut, her knees buckled.
Jaehyun called out her name, voice soft, but as clear as ever. Strong arms wrapping around her waist, he pulled her up against him, scooping her legs under one arm. The other hooked under her back, holding her firm.
“Are you ill?” He pressed a sickeningly sour breath against her lips. “Doctor Kim visited this morning, you said.”
“Jae.” She could only manage a soft sigh. Eyes shut, it hurt to even move. Her whole body spun. She wanted to retch what little soup she managed down for supper. But she mustn’t. “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”
His grip tightened. His breathing slowed. Heavy breath inward, slow even breath out; all through his nose. She pressed a palm over her eyes as he began to walk.
Doctor Kim and his wife - a midwife the doctor befriended through Jaehyun - Florence had assisted in an unexpected birth at the port. A French merchant Jaehyun worked with. The babe had arrived a month early, inside a rocking fishing boat.
It was years ago. When she thought of Jaehyun as a cad. His reputation was well known before they’d even laid eyes upon each other.
And yet. They’d fallen in love. Gotten married despite apprehensions from both families. Now they were truly starting their own family.
“How was that determined?” He laid her down gently on the bed. Kisses warming her cheeks and neck. Down her decolletage. A final kiss on her lips.
“They inspected the shape of my belly. It’s grown. My breasts feel so tender, Jae. That’s why I’ve been cumming so fast.”
“What filthy language from a mother.” He began undressing, fingers unfastening his cape. “I’ll have to fuck you with my mouth on your tits to shut myself up. And I don’t want to be too hard on you with our baby in you.”
“My lack of energy isn’t from you overworking me, love. I’m sharing my energy now.”
He was naked, cock glistening with heavy shadows from the fireplace’s flames. She shut her eyes, soft sigh puffing her lips before they parted. His body radiated against her, soothing her as they sunk into the mattress together. Reaching behind her, resting her hand against his stubbled cheeks, fingers prickling.
“I smoked for the last time hours ago. Had my last drink before coming home. Won my last gamble. I beat Viscount Nakamoto at poker when I received your letter.”
“Do you promise you’re giving up your vices?”
“I promise.” His arms around her waist squeezed her for a second. Lips on her neck. “It was hell waiting for Stuart to arrive with the letter.” A gentle hand caressed her belly “All night, I wanted to come home. Lay here with you. With a child on the way, we’ll have to prepare our home for them, and all the others to come after.”
Slowly, she turned around to face him. Hands on his shoulders, she kissed him. The tobacco turned her stomach worse than even just the day before. But she wanted him with her.
“I love you,” he said before kissing her. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ll discuss everything tomorrow.”
“I love you so much, Jae.” She held him close, hands warmed by his bare skin. Silky skin with droplets of sweat collecting at her palms. “Good night.”
A final kiss on the lips he returned the affection. They came together, arms embracing each other.
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Love Song of the Sea Monster
Pairing: NoHyuck
Info: Rated M, 45K, 9 chapters
Tags: Mermaid Lee Haechan, Pirate Lee Jeno, Blood and Injury, Horror Elements, Minor Character Death, OC Major Character Death, No Neos were Harmed, Siren song
Summary - Every member of the crew knew the tales. A captured mermaid would give up the location of treasure troves, sunken or buried, in ransom for its freedom. The trick was to survive the mermaid.
They brought it back from the beach, the mermaid, a tan body with patches of sand on its legs and side from the island’s high tide line where they’d found it, just brown hair and lines of salt on its shoulders from drying seawater. Its lips cracked dry.
“We kill it or we let it make us rich men,” the captain said to the crew of thirty gathered on the deck. The mermaid lay in a heap by the mizzen, men with drawn sabers gathered about it. “I’ve been ready for this chance ten years.”
The crew cast their lots, and Jeno voted to keep it alive, if only because he’d be the one to wash the blood from the deck if the verdict was death. They tied by number, and so the captain had the final say.
They put it out of the way next to Jeno while they brought the captain’s glass box from below and filled it with buckets drawn up from the aquamarine waves. Jeno gazed at the thing’s tan skin on a deck the same color, brown hair on skin the same color. Braided seaweed clung tightly to its upper arms.
Jeno sat in the shade of the sail to repair the old mainsheet, rough rope catching between his fingers where the skin was softer. He’d never seen a mermaid, and didn’t quite believe this was one. It looked too soft to be the kind of creature that ate men, too young. Most of the crew had thicker arms and stronger legs. The young man at his feet had soft hands and unscarred skin, vulnerable places undefended from the stares of the crewmen.
Its eyelids cracked open as Jeno stared. It coughed. Brown lashes caked together with brine popped apart. Lips that peeled dry parted over a parched gasp.
It looked up into Jeno’s face with eyes the vivid blue of open water, water far from shore, far bluer than any water for miles across the shallow tropical sea they’d been sailing over for weeks.
Its lips moved. A bare whisper made its way over the creaking deck and laughter of crew-men. wa—wate—
Jeno pulled out the grog flask kept behind baskets of spare rigging where the shade stayed dark and cool. He put it to the thing’s mouth, tipped it up, let grog spill over its lips. Those deep blue eyes clenched shut. It flinched away. The brown spilled wet down it’s chin, turning it dark and shining. It wiped a slow hand over its lips, and silver flashed between its fingers. The ivory spikes of shark sharp teeth ringed its grimace.
“’ey, fool! Don’t let it drink while it’s still out here,” Captain Rosa snapped. The deck groaned under his stomping boots. The sharp points of his mustache matched the winging lapels of his maroon coat.
“You want it to die of thirst?” Jeno asked.
“It don’t need to drink,” Captain Rosa snapped. “Not in its honest form anyway.” He knelt down and seized its chin, forcing its mouth open. “You’ve already turned its teeth,” he said. He shoved its head back against the deck and it cringed against the rigging baskets. “Boys, watch your fingers,” he said.
Two of them lifted it up, easy and careless as if they held a bag of rice. The box they’d prepared was a beautiful prism of steel and glass with a lid that angled inwards like a cut gemstone. The captain had ordered it placed up on crates and nestled with sandbags just between the doors of his cabin, under the upper deck and out of the sun. A ballast of salt water already licked over the open edges with the ship’s rocking. Low and long, it could have been the coffin of a god.
As the crewmen drew near the box, its deep blue eyes fluttered open, its slack jaw widened like the maw of a shark. The man holding its legs yelled as its head tipped back and fastened leechlike onto the bosun’s bulging arm. Blood spilled over its jaw like juice crushed from a ripe orange. The red spilled down into the mermaid’s hair and stretched the flesh of one tan ear into a spindly arch.
They shoved it into the box, ripping it out of the bosun with a spray of red, and the glass box bloomed.
A massive serpentine tail flashed silver in the sun. Pink frills undulated through the water. A webbed hand with clawed fingers hit the glass so hard that the scarred and battered crewmen flinched back. The lid slammed. The iron latch that pinned the lid fast shut slid home and turned. Scales and fin boiled inside.
It stilled. Blue eyes pressed to the glass, not so changed from the body that lay on the deck as the snakelike body that twisted like a rope around itself. Its face remained sweet but for the second eyelid blotting out the blue and the way its hair had turned to pink tendrils. An unmistakable human terror twisted its mouth around teeth still seeping blood. Across the deck, Jeno’s own terror echoed it. The bosun kicked the glass over its face and again, the water boiled.
Please see the title for the full fic.
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─ .❛ LEE HAECHAN ₎ 🗞 ˀˀ
as your longtime school rival.
You and Haechan would always compete for the top, but he would always own it. Not until one day, as you read the bulletin board, you placed #1! You yelped in joy. Haechan scoffs behind you, you glared at him, “ha, how come mr. lee is under me now?” you crossed your arms. He lets out a soft chuckle and placed a smile on his lips, “cause i’m gonna be winning you from now on.” he winked and marched away from you, leaving you dumbfounded.
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About Me/The Blog
I write dreams about kpop idols, mostly NCT (right now)
*Literal Dreams*
*Fantasy Dreams*
~NCT 127
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Heatwave
summary: it’s the hottest day of the year and haechan wants to find something to do.
genre(s): body horror
warning(s): blood/gore, character death, graphic descriptions of decaying(?) bodies (pls let me know if there are more)
wc: 900
notes: if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx
It was the hottest day of the year.
It was the type of heat that Haechan could see rippling in the air. A heat that made the atmosphere feel heavier, a leaden weight that slugged down his legs. A heat that suffocated him when he opened his mouth, sweltering to the point where panting like a dog only caused more harm than good. If he held out his palm, he could feel it coat his sweaty fingers in an uncomfortable thickness.
Although turned on its highest setting, the fan didn't do much except blow hot air into his face. It didn't help that the AC happened to be broken, but Haechan figured it wouldn't be any different from the fan, except maybe louder.
He stared outside the open window, watching blankly as the buildings wiggled and wobbled in the distance. It was the only thing he could do. He couldn't go outside, or he'd probably melt. Scrolling mindlessly on his phone wasn't an option either; the heat was affecting the Wi-Fi and causing everything to overheat.
Haechan sighed and tried blinking away the glaze in his eyes. He could hear the fluid squelch under his lids. Even doing that was exhausting.
"There's gotta be something around here that I can do..." he muttered, swiveling lazily in his chair. He scanned the hazy room, eyes glossing over the blank TV, the discarded magazines on the couch, and the dead Nintendo Switch sitting on the coffee table until they landed on some puzzle boxes underneath the coffee table.
When did we ever buy those? Haechan thought as he dragged himself over to the table. He pulled out the first box, which was coated in a healthy layer of dust. After wiping it away, the cover revealed a nook of a lush forest. At its center stood a rushing waterfall that filtered into a ready stream below, surrounded by smooth gray rocks and vibrant green pines. Though he was sure it was a painting, it looked so much like a photograph. He could almost hear the water rush and rumble, the millions of drops joining together in one crystal pool. Cool drips would sprinkle onto his cheeks while the towering trees shade him from the sun's rays, leaves swaying in the chill breeze. Haechan would give anything to shed the unbearable heat that clung to him like a second skin and lounge underneath the blue cascades all day.
Unfortunately, the closest he would get to that was putting the puzzle together.
Haechan forced himself to his feet and sighed. He studied the puzzle cover once more before deciding to try it. It'd be a nice distraction, he told himself as he walked across the living room. He knocked on Mark's bedroom door, which had been closed longer than Haechan could remember. He wasn't sure if Mark had left his room at all today.
"Hey Mark, wanna complete this puzzle with me?" The words clawed their way out of his throat, and Haechan began to wish for a cold glass of water. When no reply came, he twisted the doorknob, which almost slipped out of his sweaty grasp, and cracked the door a bit to peek inside.
The back of the black leather gaming chair at Mark's desk faced the door. Instead of being tucked into the underside of the desk, the chair sat parallel to it, facing the wall.
Haechan glanced around the rest of the room but spotted no other presence. "Mark?" He called out once more as he took a step inside.
He approached the leather chair, wondering if the insufferable warmth lulled his roommate into an afternoon nap. The thought dismissed itself as the scent of metal wafted into his nose.
Haechan grabbed the edge of the chair and cringed at the contact his hand made with the leather. He felt like the skin on his palm was sizzling away with each passing second it stayed touching the burning material. Quickly, he swiveled the chair around to face him.
Mark sat in the chair, slouching to one side while his neck craned in the opposite direction. But he wasn't napping. His eyes were wide open; one had tumbled from the socket and slid down the thick, bloody sludge that coated his shirt. The other pointed down and off to the side, staring into nothingness. Thick globs of tender skin and flesh sloughed off his bones and settled onto the floor with unsettling plops before disintegrating into the stained carpet.
Mark wasn't ignoring him; he had no mouth to respond. What Haechan assumed to be his lips slid down his chin, skin peeling and flaking, sinking into the bloody mass below. In their place was a bony grimace stretching from ear to ear, pearly whites stained in crimson that oozed from the crevices and dribbled down his chin. His skin sagged, dark hair lost in the rising flood that bubbled up, overflowed, and crept down his forehead, pooling into his sockets, coating a glassy, vacant eye.
The stench grew with each passing second, intensified by a warmth so great that Mark's blood boiled.
Haechan felt his begin to as well. Beads of sweat raced down his back. Though his throat was incredibly dry, he felt his stomach churn and the burning sensation of bile rising up.
Haechan dropped the puzzle box. The smell made his head spin. He stumbled out of the room but couldn't tear his gaze away from Mark's. The puzzle could wait.
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Prince Consort of Peace Epilogue
You can read the original fic here.
a month after
It started with a letter from Renjun’s mother, which arrived a month after Royal Princess Consort Jeongan’s short visit to Banwollu. She told Renjun she had consulted a physician, specializing in fertility. Along with her letter, she sent an instruction to brew a tonic for both Jeno and Renjun to drink every day during Renjun’s fertile window, as well as the most effective position to conceive.
As much as it was mortifying to get sex advice from his own mother, Renjun wasn’t in a position to ignore her. He followed all the instructions to a t, down to the recommended position. No one had to know getting penetrated from behind was Renjun’s favorite position anyway. Well, no one beside his husband.
After the second month, nothing really happened. Instead of getting pregnant, Renjun seemed to get weaker instead. He got tired easily. After a mere trip to the market, Renjun had to take an hour nap to be able to do his tasks in the afternoon.
He often woke up with a headache. Renjun didn’t know what prompted the sudden discomfort. He should’ve been perfectly healthy. The town’s physician had told him so during his weekly checkup. He started wondering whether the tonic made him sick, instead of making him fertile.
The headache got so bad in the morning that Renjun was forced to hand over most of his daily duties to Madam Kang. He tried brewing medicines, a morning hot bath in the middle of the summer, and even messages from his husband, but nothing worked. Jeno suggested calling the physician that night, but Renjun dismissed his concern, saying it will go away the next day.
On the third day, Renjun started to get violently sick. After he threw up his breakfast three times in a row, Jeno finally put his foot down and asked Jisung to go get the physician. The elder man was appalled to see how pale Renjun was when he arrived.
“Why didn’t you call me earlier, Your Grace?” Physician Moon asked, obviously worried.
“He didn’t want me to,” Jeno scoffed, as he gently squeezed Renjun’s hand in his grasp. Renjun gave him a weak smile as his apology. Jeno stroked his hair tenderly, wanting to give him comfort any way he could, even though it did nothing to alleviate Renjun’s pain.
The physician reached for Renjun’s other wrist to read his pulse. His lips curled into a frown for a moment. Fear gripped Jeno so strongly in those few seconds. What if Renjun suffers from an incurable illness? What if his health suddenly deteriorates? Just the thought already scared Jeno to death.
But then, Physician Moon opened his eyes, looked directly at Jeno and smiled, “Congratulations, Your Grace.”
“I beg your pardon?” Jeno furrowed his eyebrows, confused.
“His grace is with child. He’s in the early stage of pregnancy,” Physician Moon answered with a wide smile. Jeno started to laugh, first with surprise, then later with joy. He turned to Renjun, wanting to share the happiness. He felt a painful twinge in his chest when he realized Renjun was weeping quietly.
“Let me excuse myself, Your Grace,” Physician Moon gave him a deep bow and quickly left the room to let them talk in private.
“Why are you crying, my love?” Jeno asked gently as he caressed Renjun’s cheek gently. He could sense that happiness wasn't the only thing bringing Renjun to tears. What he was feeling was more complicated than that.
“I don’t know…” Renjun murmured between his sobs. He turned to his side and buried his face in the pillow. Jeno lay down by his side and carefully wrapped his arm around his beloved husband, urging him to cry on his shoulder instead. Renjun leaned his head on Jeno’s chest, relishing his warm support as he sorted through the complicated emotions coursing through him.
“I’m just relieved…” Renjun whispered. It wasn't enough to convey the depth of his worry and guilt in the entirety of their marriage. Jeno might be able to let go of the idea of not having a child if Renjun turned out to be infertile, but what about his parents? His family? His uncle, the damn King?
Renjun wished with all his heart that this matter didn’t weigh on his mind, but it kept nagging him at the back of his mind. Just the thought of it was already unbearable. Renjun couldn’t imagine having to endure it for the rest of his life.
“I thought…” Renjun choked up with emotion as he stared into Jeno’s eyes. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant…”
“Injun-a…” Jeno frowned with dismay. Renjun knew what he was about to say, so he stopped his husband from talking by touching their foreheads together.
“I know that you’ll love me nonetheless, but… I do want to have a child with you…” Renjun murmured. “I’m happy that it’s finally a reality.”
Jeno smiled and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, before saying, “So am I, Injun-a, so am I.”
Renjun fell asleep like that, cradled in his husband’s arms. Even if his head still hurt, his entire body was sore as if he had walked for an entire day, he was smiling, still overjoyed even in his dream. Jeno tucked him in and left him to rest, whistling as he walked out of the room to send the happy news to their family.
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ten years later
Renjun hasn’t been to Hanyang in many years. He doesn’t expect the first time he’s back in a long while is for a somber occasion. The King’s funeral.
The whole country is mourning his departure. He was a beloved King, fair and compassionate. It’s a shame his reign only lasted eleven years, cut too short by a sudden illness.
It’s the first funeral his two boys have to attend. Nine year old Shin, and five year old Jin, who only experience love and happiness in their short life, have to learn about death for the first time.
Yun insists on riding his own horse alongside his father. Shin wants his own too, but Renjun firmly tells him no. Unfortunately, his youngest will have to ride with him.
They take as few stops as they can. Jeno is anxious, afraid he can’t reach the capital in time for the funeral. After all, it is his last chance to bid his uncle goodbye.
Jeno goes straight to the palace as soon as they arrive in the capital, while Renjun takes their children to Mucheomdang. The Royal Prince isn’t home, probably still at the palace. The Royal Princess Consort is the one who welcomed them.
Renjun’s relationship with his mother in-law has mellowed over the years. They aren’t exactly close—she’s still a little too proud for that—but she stopped opposing his and Jeno’s marriage after he got pregnant with Shin.
All the love and affection she held back from him, was given to his two boys. She visits Banwollu every year and stays for a month just to see them. She always brought gifts and spoils them with their favorite candies and snacks—things that are rarely allowed in their house. Renjun makes an exception for their grandmother though. He can do that much.
They weren’t here to play around though. Renjun and the boys have to join the mourning ceremony in the palace. His mother in-law had prepared the mourning robe for them. Jin complained that it’s too itchy to wear, but Shin didn’t say anything as he put it on by himself. Jin stops whining after seeing his older brother putting it on. A lot of times, he listens to Shin better than he does for Renjun.
Renjun can’t complain. It just means he does a good job raising the two of them.
They entered the palace together, with the Royal Princess Consort. Renjun joins the Queen and Crown Prince Consort, while Jeno takes the boys to pay their respect to the King.
The ceremony lasted for three days. Renjun barely sleeps and eats, exhausted after sitting in the open without moving for so long. He doesn’t see Jeno, or the boys until they come back to Mucheomdang after the funeral procession ends.
Jeno looks on edge and he pulls Renjun to their room to talk, ignoring their sons’ questions.
“What’s wrong?” Renjun asks, worried.
“The Crown Prince’s son died with the same illness as the King,” Jeno tells him. “He has no heir now.”
Renjun has to take a moment to process the information. The next in line to the throne is The Royal Prince Yeongpyeong, Jeno’s father. So that means…?
“Father refused. He’s too old anyway. The Crown Prince can’t be older than the King…” Jeno continues.
Suddenly, Renjun remembered that time years and years ago, when Jeno told him they were moving to Songcho, by the order of the King. He has the exact same expression as he did back then. His expression is solemn, resigned. He has accepted his fate and duty, as he always does.
“Jeno-ya…” Renjun pales with the realization. It can’t be. It’s the opposite of what he ever wants to do with this life. His freedom, his peaceful life in Songcho with his husband and two boys suddenly slipping away from his grasp.
“I’m sorry,” Jeno whispers as he cupped Renjun’s face gently. “I have no other choice.”
Renjun stares at him, at his sweet husband, who never fails to protect him, who is always there for him, for better and for worse, who never betrays any promise, nor vow.
They have been through a lot together in the two decades they have known each other and Renjun knows their bonds can carry them through any challenge. They can survive this. Even better, they can prevail, together.
“It’s alright. I trust you,” Renjun murmurs. “I’ll be right beside you through it all.”
“That’s my boy,” Jeno hums, full of pride. He leans closer to place a kiss on his lips. When Renjun pulls him into a hug, he’s surprised to find Jeno is trembling. The weight of the crown is too big of a burden to carry alone, and Jeno will have to bear it, soon enough.
Renjun tightened his hug, patting his head, urging him to let go of all the tensions, for just a moment. In this private little space, in front of Renjun, Jeno doesn’t have to put on a brave face. He can let go and be himself, he can be afraid, he can ask for any reassurance or affection he needs and Renjun will be there for him, as he has always been.
“I’m going to be a king someday…” Jeno whispers. “Can you believe it?”
“You’ll be a great king, my love,” Renjun assures him.
“How can you be so sure?” Jeno asks.
“I’m not, but I do believe in you,” Renjun says, to which Jeno responds with a chuckle and a kiss.
“We should tell the kids,” Jeno murmurs. “We only have one day left. We’ll enter the palace tomorrow.”
“They’ll be forced to grow up too soon,” Renjun laments. Renjun’s heart aches for his boys, whose life will be turned upside down, their childhood will be taken away, especially his firstborn who would be next in line for the succession.
They’ll still have time away from politics…” Jeno assures him. “We can protect them.”
“Alright…” Renjun takes a deep breath and nods. They’ll call for the kids and Jeno takes the lead, starting from explanations about the royal family, and the line of succession to the throne.
Shin and Jin already knew all of that. They know there is a possibility of their father becoming a king, but their young mind can not comprehend how close they are, how close they can be. After all, they live in a small town, hundreds of miles away from the palace. It almost sounds like fiction for them, until it turns into their reality, out of nowhere.
“So… we’re not coming home?” Shin asks in a small voice.
“Yes. We’re staying in Hanyang. We’re going to live in the palace from now on…” Jeno nods.
“Can we not go home first?” Shin asks.
“No, my love. I’m sorry…” Renjun answers.
“Can my friends visit then? I haven’t said goodbye to any of them…” Shin murmurs. Most of Shin’s friends are the servants’ children. There’s no way they will be allowed to visit the palace.
Shin takes their silence as a no, and that was when he starts to tear up. Of course, Jin ends up crying too. Renjun throws a desperate glance at Jeno, wanting to cry himself. Jeno gestures at Jin, telling Renjun to handle him while he consoles their oldest.
Renjun carries Jin outside, taking a turn around the house while he answers all Jin’s questions about life in the palace.
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THE FINAL? (TEASER)
warning: this story inclues 18+ scenes, so please be careful if you want to read it.
Hi, I am new to this whole writing thing and obsess with all the talented and amazing writers’ work here on Tumblr. My biases are Jeno and Jaehyun, but I can’t find any fics that include both of them so I decide to write one myself.
I’m also not a native English speaker so there might be A LOT of grammatical errors, please forgive me. Hope you enjoy the story. Luvuall <3.
Character introduction:
Yn: You. 23 years old. The only daughter of the owners of a famous worldwide fashion company named Mason&Marou (this is the name of a chocolate brand but I love it so much so…). You are creating your own fashion brand at 22. Have a group of friends, which includes: Jeno (childhood friend); Mark; Yunjin; Eunchae; Johnny.
Jeno: Your best friend. 23 years old. You guys have known each other since 5 because your parents are best friends. Jeno is the only son of the owners of a real estate company. Kind of a “player” but still treats you right.
Jaehyun: 27 years old. CEO and founder of a logistics company. Johnny’s best friend.
Well, there is no such thing called “ friendship” between a boy and a girl. You fell for him first but you know if you confess, it will ruin your perfect “friendship”. Then when you move on and find someone who truly adores and appreciates you, he comes back and tries to claim you as his? And many tragic things happen after that, so who will be your lover? Jae? or Je?
I will post Ep 1 soon and put the link under this post. So please wait for meeeeee.
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⪩⪨ . nct dream [ ot7] . texts . angst . plot : reader is being an ass recently but dreamies don’t wanna give up on her.
⌅ cws . swearing & just rlly upsetting things LOOL
OMG. i’m back, who cheered.. i did.. sorry for being so ia! was super busy with work n such. hope you enjoy this return post :3
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ATTENTION TO ALL READERS
This Tumblr community labels are making me pull out my own hair cause of no reach. Many newbie writers like me get zero interaction when using these so please please i urge all the readers to change the Mature and Sexual themes bar in Content you see from your Account settings as "Show". It will be changeable unless you are not above 18.
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jeno teasing you by just sucking your nipples but he was like ‘can you cum from me sucking your nipples and now he is addicted to your breasts more. i’m jeno breasts lover agenda and jaemin pussy lover agenda
JENO TITTY MAN (which is gr8 bc i am a jeno girl and i have some good tits) AND JAEMIN IS A MUNNCCHHHH
Ok but jeno- You're laying in bed just scrolling on your phone. And he lays on top of you. His face on your chest. Then he starts kissing your neck and his hands starts groping your tits. You're wearing a Lil spaghetti strap tank top with no bra under bc you're in your own home soo why be bothered ??? And he uses this to his advantage and pulls your top down and starts pinching your nipples and sucking on them.
He knows you're on that time of your cycle where you're extra sensitive. So he uses it to his advantage. You're squirming under him and his body weight is holding you down. Little whimpers and moans pouring out of your mouth
"You think I can make you cum just from this? Hmm? I bet I don't even have to touch your pussy. Your tits are all swollen and sensitive" he he's sucking on your nipples and swirling his tongue around them.
"Does it hurt baby? Is it too much? I know you like it" as he smirks up at you. And he's right. You fucking love it.
You end up Cumming on yourself just from him sucking and playing with your breats. Your panties ruined. And he smiles "such a good girl... let me help you clean that up now" and he pulls off your pants and-
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