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❝ O jeito que vivenciamos memórias, às vezes, não é linear. Não contamos a história nós mesmos, já conhecemos a história, apenas estamos a vendo em flashes sobrepostos. ❞

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Avisos: essa é uma shortfic inspirada no álbum chamado "blond" do cantor e compositor Frank Ocean, recomendo escutar as músicas citadas aqui conforme for passando os quatros atos. Fanfic predominantemente angst, no entanto também tem alguns resquícios de smut. Trabalhei muito nisso daqui e fiz com todo meu coração porque Blond é meu álbum preferido, espero que gostem e tenham uma boa leitura.

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4 atos até o declínio.

1. nights.

2. close to you.

3. siegfried.

4. selfcontrol.

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Nights — 01.

Bebe mais do vinho, acordado novamente durante a madrugada, fazia mais de um mês que havia trocado a noite pelo dia e de como parecia estar entrando em um loop, porque a noite o abraça 'alto enquanto o dia beija seu rosto com ressaca e fechando os olhos tudo volta a se repetir, não parece ter um fim. A princípio Jaehyun reconhecia que não era para estar nessa situação, foi pacífico, tranquilo e apesar de ver as lágrimas mais verdadeiras que um dia viu saírem dos olhos brilhantes dela, ainda conseguiu manter-se firme no fim, no término.

Mas era impossível negar o quanto a presença feminina era cômoda em sua vida. Vivia as mesmas coisas que ela, quando chorava sabia que ela estaria lá para consolá-lo, quando ele fazia o jantar era ela quem estaria ali para saborear, quando ela chegava animada para conversar, ele sabia que era sobre o álbum favorito dos dois e Jaehyun sempre esteve disposto para ouví-la, quando ele chegava em casa banhado na luxúria era apenas ela quem recebia de bom grado e quando ela trazia purpurina era ele a companhia perfeita.

Perde o foco da agulha riscando o vinil, este que rodava sem parar no toca disco. Jaehyun bebeu mais do vinho, encara o celular, pensa bastante sobre o que cogitou fazer naquele momento, mas não faz, afasta a ideia, é orgulhoso, fora que foi ela que havia colocado um ponto final e só aceitou porque não fazia diferença, se sentia uma péssima pessoa em admitir que carregou todo aquele relacionamento por interesse.

Não o culpe, tudo era cômodo demais, foi inevitável.

── Acordado de novo? ── Não respondeu Johnny, o encarou impaciente, como se não fosse óbvio.

── Não, 'tô sonâmbulo. ── Johnny ri soprado, pega a taça de vinho e se senta junto a Jaehyun enchendo o copo com a bebida alcoólica.

── Qual é cara, tu disse que não tava sofrendo. ──

── E eu não 'tô, deve ser alguma coisa sobre beber vinho demais ou qualquer merda, não sei. ── Reclama baixinho.

── Conta outra, nunca te vi assim em outros términos. Admite, ela mexeu contigo. ── Mexeu? O aperto no peito toda vez que lembrava dela se enquadra em alguma coisa ou só é o peso de ter sido potencialmente alguém ruim pra ela?

── Foi ela quem acabou. Você sabe o motivo de eu ter aceitado isso, não me enche.

Para Johnny já era mais que claro, entortou a cabeça descrente, sabia que Jaehyun era orgulhoso e uma das piores pessoas para expressar e entender sentimentos, negligenciando até o próprio, mas não esperava que essa percepção limitada fosse capaz de não fazê-lo perceber o óbvio em meio a toda aquela situação.

── 'Tá com medo isso sim. Medo que ela tenha percebido que você foi egoísta durante todo o relacionamento e ter acabado por conta da sua negligência. ── Johnny bebe o resto do vinho e se levanta para deixar a sala de estar. ── Vou ser sincero com você, porque nenhum outro amigo teu é, Jaehyun. Pare de negligenciar sentimentos, seja o seu ou o dela. Não sou sommelier de relacionamentos, você sabe, mas sua ganância, comodismo, egoísmo e qualquer palavra que seja capaz de definir sua intenção com esse relacionamento foi o motivo de ter acabado. 'Cê tá sofrendo e não quer admitir porque teu orgulho ainda vai ser o motivo da tua morte. Kendrick fala.

Procura conforto nas batidinhas que sente no ombro, não o acha. Johnny deixa Jaehyun sozinho novamente, o obrigando a pensar sobre, nocauteado com as palavras e verdades na qual não queria encarar, não agora. Ele de fato não esperava por aquilo.

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"Então, o Daniel Caesar fez Freudian no intuito de confundir quem escuta, acredita? Porque 'cê não vai conseguir distinguir em algumas músicas se ele fala sobre o relacionamento tóxico dele com a mãe ou com a namorada. " Profere empolgada, assim que a música do álbum termina.

"Por isso que o nome do álbum leva o nome de Freud? Pra explicar como o relacionamento familiar afeta no relacionamento romântico?" Concorda engatinhando de volta para os braços de Jaehyun.

"Incrível" Ambos dizem ao mesmo tempo e caem na gargalhada logo em seguida.

Jaehyun achava sensacionalista demais todo o assunto envolta do álbum, família e relacionamento, ambos tóxicos, para ele era uma certeza absoluta que conseguia separar essas duas coisas, no entanto se interessava em como a menina conseguia explicar de forma tão eloquente um assunto na qual amava. Música e a genialidade por trás dessa arte era seu maior domínio, o mínimo que ele poderia fazer era escutar, potencialmente deslumbrado.

"Acha esse papo real? Do álbum e Freud."

"Claro, sua versão criança diz muito sobre isso. Às vezes é tão normal para ti que 'cê nem consegue perceber, Daniel fala do quão destrutivo pode ser para as duas pessoas no relacionamento. Muito apego ou pouco apego, falta de afeição ou a não percepção dela, tudo." Jeong pensa, cercado com possibilidades e incertezas acerca daquele assunto.

"E quem sai machucado no final?" Pergunta.

"Os dois sofrem, apenas um demora para perceber e talvez acabe sofrendo mais por isso… é um assunto delicado, não acha?" Responde reflexiva.

"Uhum, acho."

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── Diz, diz que sente minha falta…── Retém o gemido, ofega tanto que a frase falha mas ainda se mantém firme, perto o suficiente de sua orelha.

── Ah Jae… sinto muita falta… ── Admite, boba, com lágrimas nos olhos, perdida em seus próprios pensamentos e entorpecida na ritimagem perfeita que o pau tinha em meter fundo em sua bunda enquanto a mão grande massageava a buceta.

É judiada pra valer, vindo de Jaehyun naquele momento até gosta, a mão firme apertando o pescoço, os olhos castanhos encarando os seus de volta, via um misto de sentimentos com predominância no prazer, mas ainda sim ele era uma incógnita.

Maneja o corpo da forma como o agradava, sem parar os estímulos, apenas queria te ter de quatro, a ideia de poder observar o pau entrando e saindo por trás dela com perfeição e estímulo máximo infla o ego e aumentava o tesão existente naquele quarto. Agarra a pele da bunda feminina com urgência indo cada vez mais fundo. Por pouco seu corpinho permanecia equilibrado, gemia manhosa, deixa cada súplica escapar da boca sem ligar muito, sabia que Jaehyun gostava de ouví-la quando ficava burra por um caralho, especialmente o dele.

A porra do Jeong é despejada em todo o canal, é quase como uma carga elétrica, arrepia todos os pelos possíveis do corpo, não tem outra opção, goza logo depois, com as pernas tremendo, relaxa sob os lençóis gelados ainda aproveitando a sensação.

Ele a observa, em uma situação parecida, entorpecido com sua beleza, saberia expressar aquilo? Desvia o olhar, deita do seu lado sem falar uma palavra, não restava dúvidas, era diferente agora. O peito pesava, sua mãe sempre disse "O coração vai ser um fardo pesado" e passando tempos sem entender aquela frase, agora conseguia.

── Você sentiu minha falta também? ── Pergunta baixinho, esperando por uma resposta.

Jaehyun ficou em silêncio, a garganta secou e novamente se sentiu confuso.

── Fala sério. Bateu na minha porta às duas da manhã, me beijou antes de falar qualquer coisa e não sente minha falta?! ── O encara indignada, com a mente bagunçada.

── Eu… ── Suspira derrotado. ── Não sei.

── Por que quando se trata de mim, de nós, tu nunca sabe de nada? ── Caça a camisa do pijama que usava antes, a fim de vesti-la.

── Quer saber o por quê? ──

A sensação de prepotência, de mais uma vez não falar o que passa em sua mente o irrita.

── Claro que quero! É o mínimo depois que cê come alguém. ── Dispara igualmente irritada.

── Interesse, porra! Foi por interesse, comodismo. ──

── Ahn…?

── Ter você era cômodo pra mim! não entendeu? Eu não precisava de muita coisa, nem explicar muita coisa, nunca precisei. Você preenchia um espaço que eu era carente e por isso continuei… ── expele o ar, com os sentimentos a mil. ── continuei até aqui, porque eu precisava saber se tu sabia disso, se tinha acabado por esse motivo, eu tava com a consciência pesada.

Ela não disse nada, encarou Jaehyun com um desespero oculto, torcendo para que aquilo não fosse verdade, no entanto, pela primeira vez em todos os dias de relacionamentos que dividiram, ele falava a verdade. Talvez esse fosse o momento mais verdadeiro que presenciou junto a Jaehyun.

Os olhos que o admiravam choravam pela segunda vez, como uma menininha.

── Não sabia, terminei porque você nunca pareceu se preocupar comigo de verdade, sempre parecendo supérfluo. ── funga despedaçada, repudia está próximo dele, como também repudia a si mesma. ── Nunca percebeu que eu dediquei minhas melhores músicas para você? E o que tu me dava em troca? Um obrigado, era sempre assim. Não sirvo pra aguentar a ausência, agora eu entendo.

Jaehyun se cala, apesar da tristeza que pouco a pouco surgia dentro dele, não se sente arrependido, devia aquela explicação, aquele desabafo, sabia que machucaria, mas acreditava num machucado maior caso a menina descobrisse mais a frente. Incontestado com o momento, o que poderia fazer?

── Agora sua consciência deve tá limpa, né? Cê descobriu que eu acabei porque fui trouxa e pensava que você não gostava mais de mim, mal sabia que tu nunca gostou. ── Enxuga as lágrimas ainda insistentes em cair, caminha até a porta apenas para abri-la. ── Vai embora, a parte da sua carência já deve ter sido preenchida.

── Me entenda, por favor.

── Me entenda você, Jaehyun. Vá logo embora!

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 — 02.

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"Minha mãe uma vez me disse como eu deveria me portar em sociedade." Jaehyun coloca os fios castanhos atrás da orelha de volta, encarando o rosto feminino parcialmente sonolenta que se esforçava para manter-se acordada. "Sempre bem polido, de postura soberba, ignorar definitivamente aqueles que não fossem capazes de me proporcionar algo e sobretudo ser indecifrável, a fraqueza está nos sentimentos."

De forma inconsciente Jeong entendia que havia canalizado o aprendizado forçado para dentro de si próprio.

"E você gostava de viver assim?"

"Nunca gostei."

"Então, seja você mesmo. Não seja o que os outros querem. Cê consegue ser mais lindo quando tá sendo você." Sorri por tão pouco tempo que você não consegue perceber.

"E quando eu tô sendo eu?" Sussurra calmo.

"Agora. Contando sobre sua vida."

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Roda a chave do carro entre os dedos, ignora qualquer aviso que Johnny tenha que dar justo naquele momento quando estava saindo, Jaehyun sabia que era para o seu bem, muitas coisas eram ditas para o seu bem, mas agora ele não queria ouvir nenhuma, ainda estava com raiva, inconformado e cheio de mágoas, dar conselhos por mais sábio que fossem naquele momento não era adequado. O destino no momento era o mais longe possível, curiosamente havia sido convidado para um encontro de amigos, se fosse um dia habitual como os outros ele negaria sem pensar duas vezes, por isso Taeyong ficou surpreso quando Jeong aceitou de imediato.

Afinal, Jaehyun tinha motivo para recusar agora? Talvez conversar com outros amigos fosse o fazer bem e se parasse para pensar, tinha tempos que não sentava na areia morna da praia e observava o mar, precisava daquilo. Fez isso da última vez acompanhado, por um momento as lembranças trouxeram um vislumbre daquele dia.

Passou a sexta-feira toda lá, depois de matar algumas aulas na faculdade, não precisava de muita companhia, apenas a dela já era ótima para Jaehyun. Lembrou de ter a elogiado pela primeira vez, muito provavelmente, porque havia ficado perfeita no biquíni e o ar praiano combinava tanto com ela, a alegria que as ondas transmitia podia ser vista facilmente no rosto feminino, na forma como corria pela areia, puxando ele pelo braço, a voz sempre melodiosa o chamando era tão gostosa de ouvir, "Vem amor… a água tá geladinha!" Como uma sereia e Jaehyun ia sem reclamar, deixava ser guiado enquanto fazia questão de capturar tudo para lembrar depois. No final, lembrou de ter ficado até o escurecer, beijou ela na água do mar, ouviu o primeiro eu te amo desde que nasceu e observaram as estrelas. Estava realmente lembrando depois.

── Cê veio! Quanto tempo mano. ── O abraçou de lado, Taeyong precisou falar um pouco mais alto por conta da música. ── Deve ter ficado ocupado por esses tempos.

── Fiquei, muita coisa aconteceu, ainda bem que tamo se vendo de novo. ── Senta de frente para a fogueira.

── Tá sendo de boa morar em Compton? Se mudar pra lá deve ter sido uma barra. ── Franzi o cenho discordando.

── Compton por incrível que pareça é tranquilo, tem coisas legais por lá. ── Pega um copo de plástico para colocar o máximo de álcool que o corpo suporta, bebendo um pouco. ── Continua a mesma coisa por aqui em Santa Mônica?

── Uhum, não tem nada de novo nessa merda. ── Ri e bebe junto com Taeyong.

Escutava a fogueira crepitar, dividia a atenção com as chamas e o mar escuro, vez ou outra enchia mais o copo até chegar ao ponto de se sentir tonto, o que era uma surpresa porque ele sempre foi resistente demais com bebidas.

O que estava fazendo ali?

Não era ali que queria estar.

── O Rapunzel reapareceu por essas bandas!

── Não vai encher o saco dele Yuta, parece que ele tá de coração partido. ── Taeyong brincou depois de saber toda a história ou uma pequena parte dela.

── Ih… Cê não veio aqui pra ficar desse jeito. ── O japonês se senta do lado de Jaehyun, passa os braços pelos ombros e oferece um cigarro bem boladinho. ── Toma, um desse daqui e você esquece essa mina. Dou cinco minutos!

Pondera, olha para o beck, depois para Taeyong que sorria divertido e por fim para o mar.

── Já fumei muito dessa, não vai bater legal.

Yuta nega, pegando o isqueiro.

── Não bestão, você fumou as de Compton, essa daqui é de Santa Mônica! Você vai ver como é diferente, vai por mim.

É convencido pelo papinho de mercador, assim que o cigarro é acendido Yuta oferece novamente, Jaehyun é o primeiro da roda a usufruir, da três tragadas e passa para o Nakamoto, tosse um pouco, não era inexperiente, apenas havia parado de usar, ficou desacostumado muito rápido.

── Cê vai adorar essa, daqui a pouco já bate. ── Decide confiar nas palavras de Taeyong, volta a encarar o fogo em sua frente esperando pela sensação.

"Já te disse pra parar de usar isso. A gente combinou. Do que você foge, amor?"

Olha para o lado assustado, não vê ninguém, de repente a voz não está mais do lado e sim ali no fogo, consegue ver perfeitamente o rostinho admirável, o sorriso, corpo, tudo. Jaehyun fecha os olhos, deixa um sorriso escapar mas aquilo estava mais pra descrença do que alívio ou alegria. Quando pararia de vê-la em tudo? Quando pararia de sentir falta? E aquele sentimento era saudades ou mais uma vez o ego e interesse próprio agindo?

"Não se aproxime de pessoas que não vão te oferecer nada de bom, seja interesseiro, o mundo é assim com todos, garoto."

── Te falei! Olha só como você tá alto já. ── A voz de Yuta sai distorcida e até engraçada para o momento.

── Bateu mesmo, cara?

Concorda rindo, aquela merda era diferente mesmo, não era mentira.

── Que merda, Yuta! Essa porra não é só maconha. ── É chacoalhado pelo Japonês que ria junto, não tão submerso porque com certeza já era acostumado com a erva ou qualquer besteira que aquilo fosse.

A partir dali tudo se torna um borrão pouco definido, ainda continua olhando para o mar, mesmo dançando junto com a música, fumando mais e misturando tudo com álcool. Como sempre o vazio que sentia fora preenchido e estava tudo bem até ali, não precisava se preocupar mais ou sentir aquele aperto no peito desde a primeira semana do fim, também não precisava se preocupar com o que a mãe acharia daquilo ou de sua vida, ela não estava lá para ver o filho único prodígio decair a cada minuto. Era um nirvana e Jaehyun podia jurar ser Buda.

── Agora, pra experiência ficar completa, eu quero te apresentar a Anya, ela tá disposta a te fazer esquecer de vez essa sua ex mina lá. ── Cambaleando Yuta trás uma garota consigo, também no mesmo estado que todos ali.

O Jeong a encara, duvidoso sobre a ideia, sobre a menina, era até bonita, parecia com ela, parecia tanto que ele estava começando a suspeitar que haviam trocado de rosto, mas não, ela se vestia mal e a menina que dominava seu coração não misturaria jeans colorido com jaqueta de couro.

"Cê vai me procurar em outros rostos, mas não vai me encontrar, nunca vou ser igual a elas, te marquei de forma diferente, Jae."

Desmancha o sorriso, ultrapassaram a barra, talvez demais. Era óbvio que ele estava chapado o suficiente para esquecer o próprio nome, as chaves do carro ou qualquer outra coisa, entretanto, tudo havia sido tão recente, se Jaehyun se esforçasse ainda conseguia sentir o calor da pele cheirosinha sob a dele e caso aceitasse Anya, estaria a usando, já havia usado pessoas demais.

Yuta entende o recado, dispensa a menina e deixa o amigo sozinho, mentalmente o chamando de cabaço, de qualquer forma, que seja, era a vida dele.

Os pés parecem pesados, Jaehyun não consegue ficar em pé por muito tempo, volta a se sentar perto da fogueira, expira sufocado, olha de novo a fogueira, sente conforto ali por breves segundos. Do outro lado, meio translúcido podia ver a silhueta feminina familiar e levantando um pouco o rosto via que ela o encarava de volta. Ah que merda, não conseguia fugir.

Não era real, nada do que via era real.

Se contentou com o efeito da droga, abraçando a ilusão de tê-la tão perto, Jaehyun não falou nada por muito tempo, estava ocupado demais encarando e encarando, preso em um loop. Talvez, o que queria não estava ali no meio e sim em outro lugar.

── Taeyong, acho melhor cê ajudar esse seu amigo, o cara tá parecendo uma estátua, talvez não seja mais legal continuar aqui. ── O Lee concorda, a primeira vez fumando aquilo nem sempre é uma experiência boa.

── Vou levar ele pra casa. Diz pro Yuta que não tenho hora pra voltar. ──

Os braços de Taeyong seguram Jaehyun forçando-o a se levantar dali.

── Não consigo cara, a minha bunda tá colada na areia. ── O Lee acha engraçado, mas levantar Jaehyun dali com certeza não foi uma tarefa fácil.

── Vou te levar pra casa, cê mora com um tal de Johnny, né? Me dá seu celular, deixa eu ligar pra ele. ── Jeong não pensa muito, tira o iPhone do bolso e entrega para o amigo enquanto andavam até o estacionamento.

Por coincidência vê duas chamadas perdidas de Johnny na barra de notificação, Taeyong pensou que precisaria pedir a senha e se estressar sabendo que Jaehyun com certeza não saberia dizer nada racional no momento, para sua surpresa o celular não tinha senha, deslizou o dedo para cima e já havia desbloqueado. Sorri com pena, observa a foto que o amigo tinha escolhido como tela inicial, era uma sua dormindo e abrindo a galeria, curiosos do jeito que era, encontrou mais fotos em uma pasta na qual carregava o apelidinho de godness, ali tinha mais fotos da suposta garota do que do próprio Jaehyun em todo o celular, parou para encará-lo, havia acabado para ele mesmo?

"Jaehyun, fui dormir. A porta tá trancada mas cê tem a chave. Se algum dos seus amigos irresponsáveis for te trazer de volta, o endereço do apartamento fica dentro de algum compartimento do teu carro, se vira idiota, eu avisei"

𝘀𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 — 03.

Pra conseguir entrar no apartamento a chave é derrubada várias vezes até finalmente abrir a porta, com passadas incertas vai até o próprio quarto e entra no banheiro, precisa de um banho. Havia perdido a noção das horas a partir do momento que cochilou e já acordou no estacionamento do residencial, agradeceu a Taeyong e até disse que o compensaria outro dia, permanecia feliz, até entrar no elevador e caminhar para o apartamento. Sentia novamente o peito pesar e a respiração ficar densa, suava frio também e se sentia sufocado com aquele tanto de roupa, ainda bem que conseguiu entrar a tempo.

"Pensa direito Jaehyun, talvez você esteja perdendo alguém que ama de verdade por situações do passado que te atormentam."

"Só não deixa de ser feliz por conta dela, você merece."

Afunda o corpo na água, pensando nas palavras ditas, a sensação gelada pouco a pouco traz sobriedade, tirando o efeito de tudo que usou o mais rápido possível. Abraça os próprios joelhos, talvez estejam certos, de Daniel Caesar sobre seu relacionamento podre com a mãe, até Taeyong o aconselhando depois de tanto tempo. Passou mais que a metade da vida sendo o que sua mãe totalmente autoritária e narcisista queria que fosse e acabou canalizando tudo para si mesmo, agia por interesse com os outros, não demonstrava sentimentos com medo de ser fraco, os bloqueava e negligenciava outras pessoas, isso tudo porque a própria progenitora havia o ensinado, o obrigado para ser mais verdadeiro.

E agora toda aquela merda guardada dentro de si misturada com os sentimentos após término, a culpa de ter acabado tudo e os resquícios de drogas em sua mente estavam prestes a sair como uma bomba, explodindo tudo de vez.

Ama, ama de verdade você, te venera secretamente como uma deusa, vive para ser o motivo do seu sorriso mais bonito. Era verdade que começou tudo por interesse sim, mas aprendeu a te amar, sentia o amor e friozinho na barriga aumentar cada vez que se encontravam pra passar tempos juntos, nem que fosse pra não falar nada e ficar apenas olhando a cara do outro. Foi de você que ouviu o primeiro "eu te amo" ou "cê é tão incrível" , por isso sua presença era algo indispensável para Jaehyun, tinha constância e certeza que era muito amado independente do que fosse e agora que havia perdido tudo, perdido você, nada mais fazia sentido. De repente se viu criança chorando por não ter o que observava em seus coleguinhas e como aquilo o machucava.

A barriga embrulhou e a angústia terrível subia do estômago até a garganta, inclinou a cabeça para fora da banheira e vomitou ali mesmo tudo o que tinha consumido, ficou minutos assim, desesperado sem conseguir parar enquanto tossia igualmente.

── Que barulho é esse Jaehyun, cê tá bem? ── Johnny abre a porta do banheiro, passa segundos entendendo a situação. ── Tu se drogou pra caralho né?

Suspira derrotado quando viu que nem o responder seria possível, sentiu pena, deveria parar de ser tão coração mole daquele jeito.

── Eu te acordei? ── O Jeong pergunta aéreo, entre tosses e respirações aceleradas. ── Sinto muito.. não queria ter feito isso…

── Tá tudo bem, você costuma ser irresponsável assim…

── Sinto muito Johnny… Eu sinto muito, não deveria ter te acordado… merda, sinto muito…

── Eu já entendi Jaehyun, tá tudo bem. ──

Não era sobre ter acordado Johnny.

O mais velho percebeu que Jaehyun não pararia com aquilo e o que parecia impossível tinha acontecido, pela primeira vez pode escutar o soluçar baixinho do amigo até se transformar em um choro embargado de sentimentos presos e outras coisas. Jaehyun chorou como um homem, foi corajoso para expor o que tanto sentia e não tinha coragem de explicar, contradizendo tudo o que sua mãe acreditava, era angustiante vê-lo assim e libertador ao mesmo tempo.

Johnny deixou tudo de lado, reclamações, avisos, desabafos e foi até ele, o abraçou porque via quanto precisava.

── Tá tudo bem cara, a gente limpa isso depois. ──

── Eu amo tanto ela, Johnny. Amo de verdade, como nunca amei ninguém, nem minha mãe. ── Agarra o amigo mais forte, o molhando com as lágrimas. ── Sinto tanto por ter a machucado com minhas palavras, eu fui um cuzão. Pensei que não a amava…

O Seo até pensou em falar, mas temia interromper esse momento de desabafo vindo logo de uma pessoa difícil de expressar seus sentimentos como Jaehyun, por isso se propôs a ficar calado e escutar cada palavra que ele tinha para falar.

── Me sentia incapaz de receber amor, minha mãe nunca me ensinou, nunca mostrou pra mim, eu confundi e não consegui falar nada até agora. ── Johnny permanece calado, lutando contra a vontade de chorar também. ── Eu não quero perder ela… não posso.

── E o que você vai fazer?

── Qualquer coisa, faço qualquer coisa por ela, até se for no escuro. ──

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀────── 𝒃.

Aceita o copo de bebida que oferecem a ele, a casa que a festa rolava era pequena e somando tantas pessoas num ambiente só deixava tudo claustrofóbico, Jaehyun havia acabado de chegar, mas já queria ir embora. Engoliu aquela vontade, ter novos amigos na faculdade deve servir pra alguma coisa.

Já que não poderá se mudar nem tão cedo de Compton, que pelo menos conheça novas pessoas.

Arruma um espacinho no sofá da sala, observa cada pessoa ali, era bom nisso, tão bom que às vezes poderia deduzir a próxima decisão da pessoa. Antes de ter uma vida independente, com muitas aspas, Jaehyun não podia fazer nada além de observar, dito isso fez dessa situação sua maior especialidade.

Entre todos ali apenas uma se destacava, talvez fosse sim por sua roupa com pedrinhas brilhantes, meio transparente, ousada demais, linda, pelo penteado diferente e a maquiagem criativa, mas não era só por conta disso, vendo você de longe conseguia sentir, de forma estranha, o quanto era parecida com ele. Não era a aparência, nem o jeito como falava com a amiga e se perguntassem o que era, naquele momento, Jaehyun não saberia responder, talvez mais tarde sim. Só que, droga…algo em ti chamava por ele.

Você o encara de volta, sorri toda bonitinha, Jaehyun bebe mais do álcool sem quebrar o contato dos olhos, sorri também, hipnotizado.

"Vem aqui, vem." Consegue ler os seus lábios junto com o gesto das mãos, por que negar aquele convite?

Levanta, caminha espremido pelas pessoas, segue a silhueta feminina, até as escadas e corredor, desacreditado, bobo com a risadinha divertida que saía dos seus lábios tão convidativos, percebe o quanto se diverte com a ideia de está sendo seguida naquele lugar.

"Gostou de me encarar?" Alfineta, já dentro de um quarto.

"Cê ainda pergunta? Eu não teria te seguido aqui por nada."

"Sabe aproveitar as oportunidades, né?" Vai se aproximando de Jaehyun até ficar perto o suficiente.

"Posso aproveitar mais."

"É?"

"É."

A cintura é rodeada, trás pra mais perto, gosta da sensação que o tecido translúcido causa na pele junto com o roçar das pedrinhas brilhantes. Jaehyun encara os seus olhos femininos, desce para a boca e volta a encarar os olhos, tudo isso de propósito, só pra deixar no ar um gostinho de desejo misturado com ansiedade. Beija com vontade, de forma mais gostosa impossível.

Aproveita a pegada maravilhosa, do quanto vai se tornando urgente e já não aguenta mais beijar só a boca, o Jeong desce pro pescoço, morde, marca, beija ali, sente o desejo crescer e o corpo esquentar.

Prende o corpinho feminino na parede, as mãos grandes saem da sua cintura e sobem até os seios, apertam por debaixo do tecido, desliza o polegar no biquinho durinho, você estremece, deixa um gemidinho baixo escapar, soa como música, uma das melhores. Não deixa barato, apesar do estímulo ainda sente forças pra provocar ele também.

É ainda mais ousada, espera Jaehyun vacilar, põe a mão por dentro da calça moletom que ele usava, expondo o cacete úmido, teve que esconder a satisfação de tê-lo assim.

"Caralho…" pausa a fala, vacila no que ia dizer pois a sensação da sua mão macia o punhetando faz perder o raciocínio."cê é perigosa, princesa."

E talvez fosse mesmo, talvez você gostasse de ter aquela pequena sensação de poder, mesmo que depois tudo fosse pro ralo junto com a postura de marrenta. Cruzou caminho com vários, entretanto, por algum motivo ele era diferente.

Desce e sobe mais rápido, sente a respiração ofegante e o hálito de menta de Jaehyun bater contra o seu pescoço, causa arrepios tão bons, aumenta o tesão. Da boca dele é capaz de ouvir mais alguns xingamentos seguido de um gemido rouquinho, sabia que ele estava perto.

Para a masturbação antes que Jaehyun pudesse gozar, leva os dedos até a boca, lambe alguns, limpando o pré gozo dali.

"Nem tão rápido, amorzinho. A gente acabou de se conhecer."

"Qual foi, linda…"

Admitia para si mesmo que sempre estava fugindo de algo, por isso nunca ficava fixo em algum lugar, passou por tantos lugares que até o inferno podia ser considerado como moradia em algum momento da própria vida. Mas, talvez ali, naquele momento, com aquela garota, com você, Jaehyun tivesse encontrado um motivo pra ficar em Compton mais um pouco.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀────── 𝒃.

⠀

𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡. — 04.

Jaehyun deixa a melodia do disco vagar por toda a sala de estar, troca o vinil de lado na medida que escuta todas as faixas o quanto achar necessário, nunca tinha parado pra escutar Lauryn Hill antes, mas sabia o quanto você gostava e agora era inegável não lembrar de ti.

Sorri, morrendo de saudades. Desbloqueia o celular, vai até seu perfil no Instagram pela primeira vez depois do término, o peito aperta, controla a felicidade em vê que nada mudou, sente uma pontada de esperança quando vê as fotos de vocês dois no feed, cada uma mais espontânea que a outra, mas era fato, a alegria era presente em todas, como pôde ser tão burro consigo mesmo para não perceber o quanto era feliz? As fotos não mentiam.

Por outro lado, se todas elas não estavam excluídas ou arquivadas e continuavam ali no perfil, significava que você ainda não havia aceitado o fim, não era? Cria coragem, pega no celular e com toda confiança que tinha clica no teu número.

Chamada sendo encaminhada.

"O número que você ligou está fora de área ou desligado"

Tudo bem que é madrugada e qualquer pessoa estaria dormindo agora, mas Jaehyun esperava por sua voz, nem que fosse um pouco.

"Eu sinto, eu sinto muito sua falta, linda."

"Perdão por ter demorado tanto, cê não sabe a falta que me faz te ter longe de mim."

Morde o interior da bochecha, aflito, vê perfeitamente a mensagem sendo visualizada, como também vê os três pontinhos, espera por um retorno, mas não o tem, então Jaehyun decide ligar de novo.

── Cê tá me escutando? ── Diz com urgência, mas tudo o que escuta do outro lado da linha é o barulho da TV e sua respiração por longos segundos.

── Não me machuca de novo, não liga pra mim se você vai me comer, dizer coisas horríveis e ir embora como da última vez, eu sofro com nosso fim e não mereço ser feita de escape. ── O timbre calmo não engana o Jeong, porque ele te conhece e reconhece quando sua voz fica embargada pelo choro.

Jaehyun também choraria.

── Eu também sofro, todos os dias eu sofro sem você comigo, eu tava confuso e fui um merda, mas me deixa te ouvir, deixa eu ir aí e te ver, quero falar com você, princesa. ── A linha fica em silêncio de novo, causando maior ansiedade.

── Não demora.

E não iria, Jaehyun foi rápido como um tornado, saiu de casa tão depressa que por pouco não deixou a porta aberta. Pôde perceber a semelhança com o dia que foi te ver na última vez, angustiante lembrar de como aquele cara era tão diferente do que costumava ser realmente. Agora Jaehyun sentia que seria diferente porque algo nele havia mudado, sido libertado, o importante ali não era a si mesmo como sempre foi convencido de que era e sim você, devia a verdade, os sentimentos sinceros e uma explicação.

── Sobre o que você quer saber? ── Pergunta com o intuito de quebrar o silêncio ali.

── Sobre o que eu quero saber? ── Você repete a frase, irritada com o questionamento. ── Já começa assim, Jaehyun?

── Não, olha. Cê tá entendendo errado. Tenho muito o que falar eu só não sei por onde começar, calma. ── Diz mais para si mesmo, passa a mão pelos fios de cabelo, atordoado.

Ao menos te ver o confortava, talvez na mesma medida que machucasse o coração.

── Eu senti sua falta. ── Admite de uma vez. ── Quando você me perguntou naquele dia e eu não soube responder, eu senti sua falta sim, o tempo todo. Não conseguia dormir direito, vivia bebendo, não tocava no meu celular porque eu sabia que ia ficar horas olhando pra suas fotos e me perguntando o que fiz pra ter acabado, mesmo sabendo o que eu tinha feito pra acabar.

── E por que não me contou, Jaehyun? Quer dizer, por que não me contava nada sobre o que sentia?

── Porque expor o que eu sentia me tornava fraco. ── Pausa a frase, Jaehyun respira fundo. ── Era o que eu pensava. Cresci com uma mãe que me proibia de várias coisas, inclusive de ter sentimentos, ela era horrível comigo, cê não tem noção. Então, o primeiro contato com o amor que eu tive veio de você. confundi o que eu sentia e pensei que era interesse, eu ainda tava preso no que minha mãe queria que eu levasse comigo pra sempre e não percebi de verdade o que ter você como minha namorada significa pra mim.

Ao encarar Jaehyun, percebeu o quanto estava sendo sincero, nunca tinha o visto tão sentimental daquele jeito, o olhando nos olhos via que todos os sentimentos vindo dele já não eram mais uma incógnita. Senta no colo dele e o abraça tão forte, matando uma de várias saudades.

Jaehyun a abraça de volta como um tesouro, chora nos ombros femininos como chorou nos de Johnny, estava aliviado.

Havia quebrado um ciclo.

Passa um tempo o consolando, faz carinho nos cabelos dele intercalando com batidinhas nas costas, não liga muito se o moletom está encharcado, na verdade prefere mil vezes o exagero de sentimentos do que a falta dele.

── Eu te amo, se você me der mais uma chance, prometo que nada vai ser como antes, eu quero te fazer feliz e quero que saiba disso todos os dias, sem mais confusões, machucados, nada. ── Jaehyun volta a falar assim que se acalma com as lágrimas.

── Eu também te amo, Jae. Não te quero mais longe, não é pra mim, não sei lidar com a saudade. ── Ri enxugando o rosto tão bonitinho que ele tinha.

── Vamos com calma, ok? Eu quero fazer do jeito certo agora, você merece isso. ──

Concorda, une os lábios em um beijo tão apaixonado quanto o primeiro que deram.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀────── 𝒃.

"Você está equivocado, Jeong Jaehyun. Acha que sem mim você é capaz de viver sozinho? Você precisa de mim." A voz autoritária gritava da forma mais irritante possível.

Ela era possessiva e maluca, não o via como filho, via como propriedade na qual poderia desferir os piores xingamentos e ordens sobre-humana e ele estaria ali para cumpri-las e escutar calado. Crescer e perceber isso vindo de sua própria mãe era algo triste demais para suportar, mesmo assim Jaehyun suportava.

No fundo, viver com ela até o fim da adolescência e o começo da vida adulta tinha uma razão, era inconformado com o fato de não ser amado e adorado como qualquer filho tinha o direito de ser, sofria porque sabia o motivo desse ódio, não tinha culpa se de alguma forma era tão parecido fisicamente com o pai, ex marido de sua mãe.

"Eu já aguentei demais, vivi como um verme na casa que cresci, ninguém merece passar por isso, Mãe. Você é a pessoa mais horrorosa que eu já convivi" Cospe todas as palavras na cara dela enquanto arruma as próprias malas.

O rosto arde com o tapa estralado, fica estático, havia sido agredido diversas vezes, só que no rosto era a primeira vez.

"Desfaça sua mala e volte para o quarto, se me obedecer posso até pensar em um castigo mais brando. Eu sabia que esses seus amigos não seriam boas influência para você."

"Não caralho. Eu não vou desfazer nada, vou embora daqui e nunca mais vou voltar, você merece sofrer com o fardo de não ter sido nada na minha vida além de um empecilho."

Engole o choro, fecha a mala e a carrega para fora de casa, não quer olhar para trás, sabe que irá se arrepender de agir por impulso.

"Boa sorte então. Tudo o que tenho para lhe dizer é que realmente não volte, você não me dá orgulho em nada, nem foi digno de ter meu amor, não fará diferença longe."

Jaehyun precisava ter escutado cada palavra daquela para ter certeza que seu lugar não era ali, às vezes ter uma mãe não é sinônimo de conforto e confiança como esperava que fosse. Ficou ali até o momento porque esperava ser finalmente amado ou respeitado, fazia de tudo por sua mãe porque sabia que sem ela não teria mais ninguém, no entanto, até quando um coração é capaz de aguentar tanta individualidade? Não sabia, mas para o próprio coração, aquele dia já era o máximo.

"Não preciso do seu orgulho, nem do seu amor. Um dia Mãe, um dia eu vou encontrar alguém que sinta tudo o que a senhora se recusou a sentir de mim, vou ser amado sem precisar desmaiar de cansaço. Você verá."

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀────── 𝒃.

── Eu cumpri com o que disse, mãe. Não preciso do seu amor agora e finalmente sou amado, nem tudo é sobre interesse, de uma coisa eu tenho certeza, não quero viver sozinho como você, ter ela em minha vida já é suficiente. ── Jaehyun sussurra solene, observa o mar sem a angústia de antes resolvido consigo mesmo.

── Vai ficar sentado aí ou vem mergulhar logo?!

#nct #pt br #nct 127 #kpop #kpop imagines #nct smut #jung jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #blond #blond frank ocean #frank ocean #angst #short fic

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cravingbro · 1 year

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Short Call

siblings drabbles au : 480 words — drunk call, long distance, love-hate relationship.

“Beez, yo … wassup?!” he shouted the moment I accepted his call. I rolled my eyes as I put the phone on the table. He wheezed soon as he realized I ignored him. “Beez,” he whispered. I knew damn well he was going to call me a bitch, but he needed to censor that word somehow.

“Yeah … bitch, what? Mom’s not home so feel free to say some shit,” I finally replied. He giggled then mocked, “What’s that? Yo … you’re working on your deadline … before the deadline?” I immediately threw a fist towards the phone screen as I glared at him. He bursted out laughing like it was the funniest thing ever. Later I muttered, “You drunk? You look high tho.” He nodded followed with knocking on his temple to wake him up, which obviously did not work at all.

“Yeah, I got drunk. That’s why I’m a bit hyped. Woohoo!” he cheered as he raised an arm. I sighed before I got my focus back to my task. He then said, “You know what? I’m homesick—“

“You literally just arrived a few hours ago!” I shouted in disbelief. He looked shock over my response, so he stuttered, “Wha— why are you shouting? Are you mad? Am I— I’m just saying that I— uh … I miss home.”

“No. You don’t miss home. You just couldn’t find someone you can annoy anytime you want because— geez … I feel peace when you’re not around,” I replied followed with constant ticking sound I made from the pen. His jaw dropped for a while before he pouted. “Alright, I get it … so …,” he murmured then walked around the room. For a while, he went silence. The only noise I heard was his footsteps. I thought he ended the call since my eyes were locked at some paper on the table. “My host family have guitar! Hahaha,” he suddenly added with such cheerful expression. I had to stop working on my task, just to see the guitar he talked about. “Wow! That’s so cool,” I replied, pretending to be excited for a second before turning flat right after.

“You’re so annoying. I’ll make sure I’ll boil your blood when I’m back. I promise you I will,” he yelled as he pointed an index on me. I showed him my tongue as I rolled my eyes then proceed to mimic his way of yelling. “Bla bla bla … I don’t give a fuck, Bro,” I shouted. “As long as you’re not around, I’m living my life the fullest,” I added followed with a flying kiss I intentionally gave to my brother. He cringed immediately from the way he stared at me. Later he said, “Bye. I love you, but not today.”

“I … never … love you too,” I replied then the call ended just like that.

#brother #buddie fic #fanfic #fic #jaehyun #jaehyun au #nct au #nct jaehyun #siblings au #short ficlet #au jaehyun #au nct #oneshot #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios

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ponyolvr · 4 months

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hi! <3 (navi)

i don't really know how to make my tumblr page super cute (hopefully coming soon) but i just wanted to make a psa on how my messy blog is currently organized! click the tags to sort through all my posts :)

currently reading: enhypen, haikyuu, marvel, jjk, harry potter, acotar + more

fics reblogged atm: enhypen, haikyuu, marvel, avatar, pjo, exo, txt, nct, jjk, harry potter, piofiore, acotar, ateez, seventeen, six of crows

#fic rec to look through all my recs! or #tbr to look at my tbr list

to search fic types: #smau, #one shot, #shorts (hcs, scenarios, etcs)

#a's gc for my complaints, rants, and more! #a's favs for a list of my fav fics or #andra reviews to see reviews on random things

disclaimer!! for any authors that i constantly reblog, once i find a fic that i rly like i often go through the author’s masterlist and read more of their works (leading to a lot of reblogs at times) i don’t mean to spam reblog and i hope it’s not bothering anyone!

#fic rec #tbr #enhypen #haikyuu #marvel #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #harry potter #avatar #pjo #acotar #txt #nct #exo #piofiore #a’s gc #smau #one shot #series #shorts #a’s favs #andra reviews

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luminxusnovaa · 1 year

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- `, welcome to my account! ꒱ ↷🖇

hi, i made this account/blog to bring a kpop imagine series that i made on wattpad onto tumblr. anyways, that’s not important.

nice to meet you, i’m ash. i’m a writer, i’m seventeen, i live in nyc. i write imagines more than fanfictions, still struggling with writers block and motivation.

for the charade series, that i plan to share here.. there are themes such as suicide, murder, sexual themes, language, violence, descriptions of blood.

different imagines starring different kpop idols. so new chapter(?) new casting.

thanks! i hope you enjoy reading my imagines ꈍᴗꈍ

#kpop imagines #kpop idols #wattpad #imagine #whodunnit #fanfiction #snsd #exo #nct #bts #boy group #girl group #short story #oneshot #multifandom fic #mystery #thriller

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moonhoures · 6 months

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Beautiful

🕷️ kinktober — day 24: praise kink🕸️

pairing: jaehyun (nct) + reader (g/n *)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, praise, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetration, sloppy making out, couch sex, creampie, (* i did mark this as a gender neutral fic but the reader is described as wearing a dress so yeah just wanted to include that! *)

word count: ~1k

synopsis: your bf is upset that no one at the costume party you went to recognized your cosumtes 💔

posted: october 28, 2023

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“Baby, don’t be like that.”

Your boyfriend shook his head, trudging into your house with heavy, sad steps before plopping onto the couch. You held back a chuckle at his overdramatic pout and crossed arms. He was currently upset because you two had gone to a Halloween party, dressed up as the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet from the Baz Luhrmann movie. Jaehyun was the one who had came up with the idea, and he was really excited when your costumes came out fairly accurate to the film. However, he was devastated all throughout the night when partygoer after partygoer failed to pinpoint the characters you were portraying.

“Our costumes were dumb,” he sulked, picking up the TV remote in hopes of distracting himself with whatever show was on.

“They were not dumb,” you assured him, “They’re cute! And it’s not like no one knew who we were. Johnny and Mark knew!”

“I told Mark what costumers we were doing, and Johnny was the one who went shopping with me,” he retorted, the furrow in his brow only deepening as he continued to be upset. “Everyone thought I was a tourist.”

“Well, I think our costumes were amazing. It’s not our fault nobody in the room has good taste in movies like you,” you tried to make him feel better, and as the down-turned front of his eyebrow lifted, you thought it might be working, “Honestly, I’d rather have a great costume that no one recognizes than be the hundredth Harley Quinn and Joker couple.”

He laughed softly at that, “They did have a lot of those. That movie came out years ago.”

“And how many Romeo and Juliets were there?”

“None,” he replied, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked up at you, and he reached his hand out for yours, holding it, “Thanks, ________.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Jae. Besides, I think you look really hot in this outfit,” you confessed, your other hand reaching up to the collar of his Hawaiian print shirt. Your fingers fiddled with the top button, and neither of you seemed fazed when it just so happened to pop open.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes now trained on the plump of your lips, the remnants of your lip gloss still making them shiny.

“Yeah.”

“You look gorgeous too. I like this little halo,” he further proved his point by nudging the halo headband above your head with his finger, making it wobble. You giggled along with him, and then his hand was on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

The kiss turned hot and heavy in moments; suddenly you were straddling his lap. His hands found purchase on your ass and thighs, fingers gripping onto you and sliding the already short hem of your dress up. Low groans of gratification and wanton whines were muffled through your tongues and lips. Your hips shifted rhythmically over your boyfriend’s, emitting deep, guttural moans from his throat.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Jaehyun spoke through gritted teeth when you grinded down on him and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Usually he would warn you about making hickeys, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to care about that.

After a little more grinding and passionate, messy kissing, Jaehyun managed to get both of your underwear off and push his jeans down to the floor. You were going to straddle him again, but he maneuvered you so that you were lying on the couch. You let out a small whine about your halo bending before tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. He hovered above you, pushing your leg up so that he could fit better between your thighs.

You sucked in a quick breath as he thrusted slowly into you for the first time, while he simultaneously let out a sigh that resembled a curse word you couldn’t quite make out. He had his head buried in your neck, hot breath making your collarbone warm.

“I’ll never get over how good you feel,” he said, “Every single time . . . is better than the last.”

You moaned, your hands wandering under the loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt he wore. It was hanging on by only a few buttons now, so you made quick work of unfastening them and tugging the shirt off of him completely while his thrusts never faltered, “Jae.”

“I know” when he didn’t get a response he said, “You keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum. You want that?”

You couldn’t think of any words in the moment, too overwhelmed with your looming orgasm, so you simply nodded. He rested his forehead against yours, and as if on cue, you clenched down on his throbbing cock.

“Shit, ________,” he cursed, eyes screwing shut. His thrusts became deeper and a little faster; he moved with purpose, “You feel so good. Smell so good. Look so good. Fuck, you look beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”

“Jae,” you finally broke your silence, “Please.”

Finally, he shut up and focused on what he was doing. He drove his hips into yours with ardor. He littered kisses over your face, ending with your mouth where he drew you into another sloppy kiss. It was sloppy in the sense that it was full of tongues and teeth, but also because your mouth was parted for loud whimpers.

Jaehyun’s movements stuttered, and his grip on the couch tightened beside you, “Holy fu- I’m cumming.”

“I’m cumming,” he repeated, his words coming out broken up and whiney.

Spurts of his cum filled you up. Your leg hiked higher up on his hip. Your hands grasped onto his back, fingernails clawing at him as you felt your orgasm about to crash down on you.

“That’s it, fucking cum for me. Come on, baby,” even in the aftershocks of his own release, he urged you to chase your own, “You look so pretty when you cum, baby. Do it.”

So you did. You came with an exclamation of your boyfriend’s name as the familiar, orgasmic sense of euphoria settled over you.

“God, you look . . . so. Fucking. Beautiful.”

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nctstar · 18 days

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Can I get a smut of Johnny suh using his size and strength kink on a petite female Y/N? Thank you~

heyy! i'm so sorry this is absurdly late :(( but hope you still like it! <3

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Wasting no time to rid himself of his clothes, he spoke. “This room is fine, right?” Muscles bulging as he fiddled with his shirt, the ridges of his chest drawing in the singlet, you bit your finger almost comically. “Hello? Earth to _?” The brown of his eyes were soft, a sharp contrast to his stature. He smirked, his hair bouncing as he threw his head back slightly. “Like what you see?”

pairing: johnny suh x fem!reader

other members: none

word count: 2.4k

genre: romance, smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! as per the request the reader is smaller than Johnny but I refrained from describing body parts or her specific size or anything like that, she is just short. if you're sensitive to this kind of talk though maybe don't read <3 mild profanity, lots of kissing, johnny carries reader, manhandling, descriptions of johnny's torso and body throughout, dirty talk about the size of his ding dong schlong, mild degradation (use of slut), ripping clothes bc those muscles do more than lift weights <3, clitoral stimulation/fingering, reader is pretty slutty and dumb during sex (aren't we all), missionary sex, praising (sweet girl, good girl), condom use, talking after sex (post nut clarity fr)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: i have been in such a writer's slump particularly with smut! like i think i need some time off to write some good fics and some good smut, so i'm sorry anon and to all my lovely readers if this is shit :(

“Now why would he ever say that?” You peeked at your friend pacing around your small room through your hair. Scissors in one hand, your (new) bangs in the other, you winced. “Wait, girl, I made a mistake I think.”

She sighed as you let the strands flutter across your forehead, uneasiness settling in your stomach. “Didn’t you follow what he said?” Brad Mondo’s curtain bangs tutorial continued in the background as you turned your head expectantly from side to side. Your friend held your head in place with open palms, looking at you through the mirror. “It’s actually kinda cute. Makes you look…well…”

“Don’t say small.” She snorted, bringing a hand to her face to unsuccessfully cover her mouth. “I don’t care, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time.”

You pushed yourself off the stool, rolling your eyes as you started undressing. “He didn’t mean it like that.” Your belt clinked as your jeans fell to the carpet, and you started bringing your shirt over your heard. “I’m sure it was his way of complimenting me.” Despite all your efforts, you couldn’t stop the annoyance that cemented your words into place. “I guess.”

“Girl, you need to tell him that it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah, and it’s not weird to call some girl you’ve been on two dates with small.”

The doorbell cut through the air, making you both jump. “Shit. It’s like he heard or something.”

“Shit. Wait, just let him in and get him to wait downstairs. Okay?” Sudden panic was settling into your body, making your hands shake. Your friend got the message and hurried downstairs, zipping her skirt up in record time while hobbling downstairs. “Hope I don’t smell like chicken. I hate having shifts on Fridays.”

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you pulled the skirt over the curves of your thighs and butt, watching the way it held onto your body. Stuffing the ends of the top into the skirt, you walked over to pick out a pair of shoes.

“I’m heading out! Johnny’s waiting down here!” Your friend’s voice made your body do the kind of useless flurry that it does whenever you know you’re running out of time, and you drag out the highest heels you own. Small, my ass.

“Hey!” As usual, he softened his frame when he saw you, placing his hands in his pockets and smiling so big so you would forget to feel intimidated by his 6-foot stature, or rock-hard physique. His eyes were like small moons, bursting on his face whenever he smiled. “Hey, nice bangs.” You instinctively went to fiddle with them, silently cursing yourself for messing them up. “Thanks.” Your smile was a little forced, but you were giddy to see him, your body rocking back and forth without your permission, ankles rubbing against each other.

∞

“The pasta was so good,” you couldn’t stop raving, your hips knocking into Johnny as he walked you home, arms linked. “Like seriously, Johnny. So good.”

He laughed, the sound leaving him effortlessly. “I’m so glad you liked it. I remember the pasta here being amazing, but I was worried you would think I’m cheap or not taking you seriously. The place being run down and all.” You shook your head, your bangs shuffling from side to side as you did. “No, of course not. I would rather eat something good on the street than a tiny portion of something small and pretentious at an upscale place.”

He hummed, moonlight hitting his body, softening some angles and sharpening others, hair glowing golden brown as he walked. Your heels clacked against the linoleum of your front porch as you wondered whether your friend was home, but before you could reach for the front door, your knees buckled. You let out a small gasp as you felt Johnny’s arms around your body, pinching into your skin almost uncomfortably. “Oh shit! I’m okay, babe.” You both froze at the sudden nickname, his arms loosening around you as you straightened up. You shakily continued. “U-uhm, sorry, I mean-“

“I think your shoes broke.”

Yeah, no shit, you wanted to bite back. But you held your tongue, frustration seeping through your pores as you held onto the rail, Johnny hovering protectively over you as you took the right heel off, now newly broken in two pieces. “Oh my god. These were so expensive! Ugh!”

“It’s okay. Maybe I can buy you another pair. Babe.” He said the last word almost sarcastically, and you glared at him. “Johnny.”

“I’m serious. I’m sorry those broke so easily. I’ll bring a new pair next time?”

“Johnny, wait.”

“You like me, right?” His face crumpled just a tiny bit. Not exaggerated like in the movies or anything, so subtle you would never notice from afar, or if you weren’t close. You warmed at the thought of knowing him so closely, so well, enough to know that something was not right in the lines of his eyebrows.

You gulped, not knowing how to respond.

“I feel like you kinda hate me.” He crinkled his nose when he said hate, almost sarcastically, but his tone jabbed you straight in the chest. You shook your head. No, of course not, you wanted to say. I like you. I like you so much. But I am small to you. I wonder if you think of me as small. Do YOU like me?

“I just, I don’t like being small.” He frowned, and so did you, the words sounding stupid as soon as they filled the small space between your bodies. “I mean, you called me small the other day. And I know you probably, well, definitely, meant it as a cute thing. Like physically. Like a term of endearment, you know? But, I don’t wanna be seen as small, like more than physically. You know what I mean?” You cringed internally at your words, watching him stare blankly back at you.

“Right.”

“I’m so sorry. I sound like such a jerk. I don’t mean to be hung up over one little word you said.” You bit your lip, tasting the remnants of your lipstick on your tongue. “It’s just what made me feel a little weird. But, I do like you, Johnny.” Your heart raced as you looked up at him. Your body moved without permission for the umpteenth time, and your arms melted around his hips, fingers splaying across the small of his back. Your mind screamed at you, but your body ignored it, burning up from within.

Tentatively, he brought one hand to your chin, skin warm but rough on yours. “I don’t think low of you. I never have. I just think you’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect the way you are.” The butterflies in your stomach were now dancing, free, leaping over hills and grassy plains. “Sorry for the poor choice of words.”

You smiled, some of the tension leaving you as you let your bodies merge seamlessly, like lanes on an open road, like the sun as it meets the horizon. You kicked off your other shoe, standing on your tiptoes to meet his lips with yours. He tentatively glazed his hands over your sides, making you shiver and moan into his mouth. You brought your fingers to the nape of his neck, savouring the taste. “Mmm, Johnn-“

You yelped when he gripped your thigh, guiding it to press against his hips. “Jump up for me, baby.” You giggled, nodding as you straddled him, his torso gently rebounding back with your weight. As you met his lips once more, dragging your forearms across the top of his shoulders, you heard your front door open and close, the door to the downstairs bedroom fling wide open. As your back hit the bed, your hair splayed out onto the fresh sheets, knees bent, lipstick smeared.

“Uh huh.” All the shame left your body as you drew circles on his body and face with your eyes, letting his thick frame tower over you. “Is this okay?” He breathed into your collarbone, and when you nodded fervently, you felt his lips suck and nip at your neck. Gasping, you gripped onto his neck, letting your ankles hook around the back of his jean-clad legs. “Y-yes. Yes please. Don’t tease, I want y-you so much.”

“Yeah?” He played with the buttons of your top, but you stopped him. “I can’t wait…just rip it off, please. I need you. Right now. Please, just use me. I know you can.” He drew an eyebrow upwards, and you almost felt a slight twinge of embarrassment until you heard the top rip, cold air exposing your lace bra, tits bulging as you arched your chest off the bed. “What a slut. Is this what you wanted all along?” He laughed as you wriggled under him, mouth latching onto the tops of your boobs. He released you only to throw your arms up, pinning your wrists down to the bed to watch your reaction. When you bit your lip in response, bringing your core closer to his, he laughed darkly. “Freak.”

“Yes, just for you, fuck, please.”

“Bet you’re just soaked under this tight little skirt. Want me to rip this off too?” You nodded before he could even finish his sentence, and the sound of your fabric ripping filled the air. “Mmm, just as I suspected.” As he dragged your panties down your thighs, you felt your wetness pool onto the sheets under you. “Please, please, hold me down and fuck me.” You whispered into his ear, letting your plump lips graze against his skin as you massaged the nape of his neck with your fingers. You whimpered when his jean-clad bulge bumped against your clit, the burn in your core growing with every passing second.

He kissed you deeply, pulling away at an agonising pace. “Tell me why, baby.” You whined, trying to gather some friction between your legs with no avail. His arms pinned yours to either side of your head, his legs like heavy weights against yours. “Please, I just, I want your cock i-inside me, w-want it to split me open…” He shook his head. “What makes you think I would do that to you? I’m too big for you, honey.”

You whined. “N-no, please. I don’t care, just, push it in me…” He laughed, kissing you. “Please, I want to feel so full…” He shushed you, sitting up to unbuckle his jeans. “Mmm, yes, yes please…” You were just babbling nonsense, the anticipation too intense to bear. His cock sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach, precum spilling out the edges of the tip. You heard him rip open a condom packet, dragging it on his length at lightning speed. He ran his cockhead through the folds of your pussy, making you whimper. “So wet.” He breathed, and you gasped as his tip entered you at an agonisingly slow place. “J-Johnny.” Your brain fought your body, wanting him to continue but feeling apprehensive at the impending stretch. “You’re so big. Fuck.” You snuck a hand down towards your clit, but Johnny grabbed your wrist, leaning over to kiss your chin. “Let me.” As he pressed one finger onto your core, you gasped, back arching, eyes squeezing shut. “O-oh, oh my…”

“You like that?” He started speeding up, your gasps and moans like drugs to his system. When he pulled away, he started pushing his length in, and you let out a deep breath, as if you had been holding it in the entire time. “Fuck.” You drawled, feeling him in every corner of your insides. “Fuck, Johnny. You’re, you’re so big, and s-strong.”

Johnny laughed, and you wondered for a second whether you had ruined the mood. “My cock making you lose your filter, babe?” You blushed, but the constant bump and stretch on your clit had your vision go foggy, your head spinning deliriously. You used your forearms to push away, breathing deeply as if his cock had suffocated you from the inside out. Johnny wrapped his arms around your hips, bringing you flush against his pelvis in one swift movement. “Uh uh, where do you think you’re going?” His snarkiness and the fulness in your lower stomach made your core squeeze excessively. “Ah, shit! Fuck, I think I’m gon-“ You felt it before you could finish your sentence, your climax stealing the words out of your mouth, making your heart thump incessantly against your ribcage.

Johnny cooed at your, his forearms now caging you by your head, peppering light kisses on your face. “You alright, sweet girl?” You nodded, gasping. “Please, please move.” He chuckled, groaning as he pulled back to thrust into you, making you throw your head back and scream. “Fuck, oh my god.” Your body shook with the force of his steady thrusts, his legs pinning your body down to the bed. “Good girl, that’s it.” He groaned, getting sloppier as he reached his climax. “You’re so good for me. So eager for me to pin you down and fuck you. Because I’m so big and strong, right?” You reached for Johnny’s neck, the embarrassment at your previous comments leaving you as you felt your core tighten, coil ready to snap. “Fuck, you just gripped me so tight, fuck. Nasty girl.” You moaned as you came, feeling him release inside the condom with a throaty moan.

Both of you heaving, gasping for air, you pulled Johnny close to your body, kissing his collarbone, his neck, his face. “I do like you, a lot.” Your breath tickled his skin as you spoke, and he stroked your hair gently with one hand, using the other to pull away from you to look into your eyes. “I’m sorry for calling you small. I admit, it’s a little weird.”

“Apology accepted. I think we’ve both called each other things we’re never gonna say again.”

“No, hon, you should always call me big and strong Johnny-“

“Johnny, please. Never mention that again. It was a moment of weakness!” You whined, shielding your face as he laughed, slipping off you to lie next to you on the bed. “Kinda sexy though.” You slapped his arm playfully, laughing as slipped down his forearm to take his hand in yours.

“I’ll think of something better for next time, promise.”

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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the little things

synopsis. the one where haechan surprises you when you’re not feeling too good.

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. comfort, fluff, established relationship

warnings. indications of oc struggling w mental health and is just having a bad day :(

note. happy vday to all my single ladies and gays ! stay safe and healthy <3 i hope u guys enjoy this one as much as i did.

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“close your eyes for me real quick, baby.” he tells you.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion. “why?”

haechan cocks his head to the side, scoffing. “just do it.” with a small sigh you do as he says.

both of you are sitting in his car, he had pulled up to your place texting you telling you you had left something at his dorm a couple nights ago and he’s coming to drop it off. you don’t recall leaving anything at his place, you would have realized if you had. yet, the last few days have been draining and your memory has been shit so you don’t think anything of it.

when you got into haechan’s car, greeting him with a short kiss. this is the first you’ve seen him since last month. him being busy with the comeback and promotions, you’ve only seen his face on face time and through the selfies he sends you occasionally.

as you sit across from him in the passenger seat, your body turned so you’re facing him. haechan quickly reaches in the back seat grabbing a bouquet of flowers that’s wrapped aesthetically in brown paper.

he holds them carefully in his hands and holding them out in front of you.

“for you.”

you slowly open your eyes, your sight adjusting to a bouquet of red roses in front of you.

“what-“ you managed to stammer out, mouth slightly agape from the sudden surprise in front of you and the boy with a nervous smile and reddened cheeks behind it.

he clears his throat. “you were having a bad day and i wanted to make you feel better.” he explains shyly.

you didn’t even realize you were beginning to cry until your vision got blurry, and that’s when you leaned over the center console to engulf his upper half into a hug as you sob into his shoulder.

“i got you, baby. i got you, it’s okay.” he softly mumbles into your hair, he places the roses down by your feet to fully wrap you in his embrace. whispering reassuring and loving words into your ears.

you knew a cry is what you needed to ease your physical and emotional pain, yet when you were alone in your apartment, it was hard to even let out a tear.

but being engulfed in haechan’s love and warmth had woken you up. this man could simply smile at you while you’re having a bad day and you won’t even realize what was dragging you down.

when he takes notice of your sniffles calming down he slowly unwraps your arms around him to cup your face.

he pouts, “aigoo, i was gonna say you’re an ugly cryer but i’d be lying.” he tries to lift up your mood, playfully teasing you.

you scoff, shoving him away as you wipe your face with the end of your sleeves from your sweater you had thrown on in a hurry when haechan said he was in front of your place.

“thank you, for the flowers, for making me happy, for letting me cry into your shoulder.” your voice wavered towards the end, the emotional tears coming back up but haechan stops them.

he holds your face in the palm of his soft hands, lightly squeezing your cheeks together to make your lips pout.

“no need to thank me, bubs.” he kisses you on your pouted lips.

“i,” kiss.

“love,” kiss.

“making,” kiss.

“you,” kiss.

“happy.” he finishes with his last kiss making a big smooch sound.

#yeow6n #didn’t know how to end this one lmfao #hate valentine’s day but here’s a haechan drabble #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #haechan #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #nct dream #haechan x reader #boyfriend!haechan #haechan drabble series #haechan oneshot #soft haechan #nct drabble series #nct short fic #nct comfort #haechan comfort

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seren1tyhaze · 11 months

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Dive

PAIRING: doyoung x afab reader (ft djj)

WORD COUNT: 8.9k (got a bit carried away)

SUMMARY: your best friend drags you out to a club to be her wingwoman as she meets back up with a stunning stranger and you cross paths with the hottest man you've ever seen in an expensive suit and a cross around his neck

THANK YOU: @strwbrysunday you know how important you've been in getting this across the finish line and you're a literal angel. thank you so much <3 thank you to all my friends who watched me brainrot over this over the past week and inspiring me to keep working on it with your positive words.

WARNINGS: explicit smut, smoking, drinking, drug reference, profanity, heavy religious imagery in a sexual setting (and I mean HEAVY - so if this is going to bother you, this isn't the fic for you)

PLAYLIST: Dive by DoJaeJung, Angel by NCT 127

This was clearly inspired by the Doyoung D&G promo images with the rosary and the rest was history...

I can dive, I'm diving into you

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Ouch. You pinch your eyelash with the curler as you lean in closer to the glassy mirror in your best friend’s bathroom. You knew you should be wearing your contacts but had forgotten them at home and you weren’t going to hear the end of it from her if that was the excuse you had for ditching her for the night.

It had been an exhausting week at work but somehow your adorable firecracker of a platonic soulmate since childhood had dragged you to her apartment as soon as the clock hit 5:00PM in the co-working space your small start-up you both worked for shared with some other local environmental companies.

She had shed off her casual work clothes hours before, now wearing a glittery black dress, hugging her hips tightly, strings ruched up the side revealing plenty of thigh, covered with nude fishnets. You envied her long and bouncy locks that flowed down her back, reaching up to touch your straight hair that never cooperated with the curling iron.

“What is it?” she asked from behind you, catching you staring.

“Is there something on my dress?” she spun around, craning her head to look at her own ass in the mirror.

You started to speak before you realized she was showing off, dropping to the floor quickly before slowly standing again, shimmying her rear as she started to sway to the faint music coming from her living room.

You rolled your eyes with a huff, curling your other eye’s lashes and applying a few coats of mascara.

“Loosen up, angel,” she called back as she moved into her walk-in closet to select her shoes and handbag, using her pet name she had been calling you for years.

You finished up the rest of your makeup, cleaning up the little pile of products and packing them back neatly in their small pouch before examining yourself in the mirror. Your dark hair fell almost to your shoulders, eyes accentuated with smudged dark liner and cheekbones dusted with a bright coral blush that complimented the glossy color across your lips. You had let your best friend convince you to dress up more than you usually did, since she said the club you were going to tended to cater to a more affluent clientele.

A skin tight white leather crop top pushed your breasts up nicely and you had even let your friend dust some shimmering glitter across them with a large puff earlier. You smoothed the matching devastatingly short skirt and adjusted the lace up black boots that travelled up your long legs and over your knee. You felt confident in the outfit and only slightly uneasy about the night ahead. Your friend had a tendency to scan for her prey of the night the minute you entered a venue and often spent the night locking lips with half the dance floor or as she did the weekend before, dancing on stage with the burlesque dancers at the late night speakeasy.

Standing next to her as you both did final checks in the mirror, you looked like the moonlight and sunlight, night and day, devil and angel. A dangerous pair for any person to come across in a crowded club with these outfits, to say the least. You giggled as your friend planted a glossy kiss to your ear before pushing your hair back into place, following her out of the spacious apartment.

“WOO!” shrieked your friend, waving long fingernails at a tall, slender man leaning against a private booth tucked near the DJ. A warm grin spread across his plush lips and you couldn’t help it when your heart jumped a little in your chest. How your friend always found the most attractive people to surround herself always surprised you (not like you were complaining).

She had met Jungwoo the weekend before at a rave and had gabbed your ear off about the attractive and rich heir to a fortune who lived downtown in the middle of all the weekend excitement and had fed her drinks all night long while clutching onto her hips as they danced. She hadn’t gone home with him but instead had gotten his number and promised to meet him out the next weekend. The next weekend was now and out the two of you were.

Jungwoo was absolutely stunning, bright white hair damp, long, and hanging around his cheeks and across his forehead. He wore a sheer blouse unbuttoned halfway, exposing much of his toned chest and loose grey slacks that didn’t leave much to the imagination when he moved.

Taking careful steps through the crowd, you followed your friend who now had her hand held close to the lips of another man, this one dressed in the remains of an expensive suit, tie loose and sloppy around his neck with several buttons of a crisp pale blue shirt undone. He had dark hair slicked back to reveal his stunning face and his eyes glittered when he pulled them to yours to greet you.

“This is Jaehyun, Jungwoo’s roommate!” she giggled, a glass of champagne somehow already in her hand as she grinned at Jaehyun’s tender kiss to the back of her hand.

“Lovely to meet you, girls,” Jaehyun spoke deep and smoothly, his voice like velvet.

You cleared your throat with a small smile and shifted your weight in the uncomfortable shoes, eyes darting past the two men in front of you to a third seated in the booth.

Goosebumps instantly dotted your bare arms as you raked your eyes over one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. Even seated, you could tell he was tall with a broad frame. His hand was stretched out across his knee, high end designer fabric covering every inch of his body.

As if in slow motion, he lifted his head from his phone, placing it next to him to take a long sip from the short glass of dark liquid on the table in front of him. He brought his dark eyes up to meet yours and as soon as you made contact you watched his adam’s apple move in his throat, gulping as he peeled his eyes down your body.

You moved a hand to grip your other forearm, suddenly self conscious but equally intrigued, cocking your head slightly to the side. Your vision blurred briefly and you cursed yourself for not remembering your contacts as your loss of focus refused to let you make out the expression on the mystery man’s face.

“Doie - don’t be rude, say hi!” Jungwoo slurred out, taking a strong hand to the small of your back to guide you into the booth and directly next to Doyoung.

“Hi,” he spoke, quiet and soft, pulling his hand off his knee to extend a handshake to you.

You chuckled lightly and let him shake your hand, taking a moment to inspect him further now that you could see him better.

The white collared shirt under his suit jacket was tight (almost too tight) with the top buttons straining against the fabric enclosure. He had a soft jaw and plump lips, dark hair styled in a way that was kept but still messy in a sexy way. When he smiled his eyes crinkled in the corners and his neutral facial expression was hard to read when he wasn’t speaking.

You let your eyes wander down to his tight pants before shaking your head, begging your dirty mind to control itself. It hadn’t been that long since you had hooked up with a stranger at a bar but long enough to let your mind wander within minutes of meeting this man.

Doyoung reached across the table to pour you a glass of champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket and as he did, you noticed a glimmering chain around his neck. As he leaned further, you saw the small black beads on the chain catching the light and much to your surprise, a cross slipped into view briefly.

You sucked in a deep inhale at the sight - this man was wearing a fucking rosary around his neck.

Flashes of hours kneeling for Easter vigil mass, heavy clouds of incense in your face as you held the thurible in a floor length white robe, dark smudges on your forehead, and getting tipsy off communion wine in the church basement with your cousins flew across your mind as you watched him laugh at something Jaehyun said.

Jungwoo swore loudly as he dripped tequila across the table, attempting to pour five shots evenly. You can’t pull your eyes away from Doyoung, watching as he bows his head lightly, wincing ever so slightly at the curse words.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Taking a long drink from your champagne glass and tossing back the shot that is handed to you, you reach into your bag and dig out a carton of cigarettes, pulling the ashtray at the center of the table closer to you.

Pulling a loose stick with your lips, you instinctively gesture towards Doyoung who moves a hand quickly to decline. You shrug and move a bit closer to Jungwoo who is taking a long drag from a neon green vape. He chuckles and tosses his hair from his eyes as he watches the interaction.

“You’re better off making moves on Jae,” he says to you on his exhale. He tosses an arm around your shoulder, nudging your bare shoulder lightly with his thumb, cocking his chin up to draw your attention to a smiley Jaehyun swaying to the music, slightly off beat, as your friend tries to get him to salsa dance with her.

“Doyoung is a little more on the conservative side. Doesn’t smoke, doesn’t like getting high, barely gets drunk, takes his grandma to church on Sundays, all that,” Jungwoo adds, giving you a softer smile as he pulls your eyes into contact with his.

You narrow your own eyes slightly, not sure if this is some twisted attempt at reverse psychology to push you even more into the arms of his friend. While he was wearing the rosary, that didn’t necessarily scream “priest”. He was in a high end club’s most desirable VIP booth, surrounded by drinks and other substances, with two party boys that looked like models.

“Well he’s taken every shot that’s been poured for him, so I don’t know about that ‘not getting drunk’ part,” you quip back, taking a long drag from your cigarette and blowing it behind you through tightly pursed lips, intentionally avoiding Doyoung’s direction.

“Yeah he and Jaehyun lost some big account today, I think he’s just blowing off some steam. Plus he owes me,” Jungwoo winks as punctuation, making it apparent that he wasn’t going to elaborate on the end of that statement.

Throughout the night you learn that Doyoung and Jaehyun work at a big investment bank, Jaehyun sharing a small apartment with Jungwoo in the middle of all the city nightlife, the three of them having known each other since they were kids. Doyoung seemed to have never moved on from their strong faith-based formative years, holding onto these ideals even years later and still an active member of his family’s church community. When he checks the time on his phone you see the smiling face of an older woman pushed up against his, assuming this to be the grandmother Jungwoo mentioned before.

He’s quiet as you chat with him, having to do most of the talking, but is kind and puts some of your nerves at ease even when your friend is off in the middle of the dance floor doing god knows what with god knows who.

Despite his reserved nature, you feel his eyes trained on your every move, following your lips and hands as you smoke another cigarette, the way you cross and uncross your legs with ease, despite the short skirt that has a tendency to ride up when you wiggle in your seat.

You watch him in the same way he watches you, the way his hair falls into his eyes every once and a while and instead of pushing it away with his hand, he shakes his head lightly, flicking his eyes up as if to chastise the loose strands. When he leans forward to take a sip of his drink or gesture to the waitress, his toned chest is exposed by the undone buttons on his shirt.

As much as you hate to admit it, his very presence is intoxicating and it’s affecting you more than you would like. Goosebumps crop up on your arms and you suddenly feel chilled in the warm room, sending a shiver down your spine.

A loud laugh draws your attention across the booth and you are met with the sight of your friend feverishly making out with Jaehyun, sandwiched between him and Jungwoo who has his hand up the hem of her dress, laughing into her neck.

You whip your head back towards Doyoung, giving an awkward smile to him before the chill sets over you again. You train your gaze downwards, examining the patterned carpet on the floor and the laces on your thigh high boots, picking at the edge of the string. You startle at the feeling of fabric being draped over your shoulders, looking up to see that Doyoung has placed his suit jacket around your shoulders.

He keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder after placing the jacket and you suddenly feel an additional set of eyes on you as you lift up to meet Jaehyun’s gaze. He’s staring at your slightly spread legs, running a wicked tongue across his bottom lip as it quirks up into a wry smile.

You feel Doyoung’s grip around your shoulder tighten and turn to see his face close to yours, your heart jumping in your chest when you feel his breath across your cheek. You can’t bear to break eye contact with him, despite the fact that you desperately wish you could see Jaehyun’s reaction.

“You seemed cold,” he murmurs to you, lips almost brushing across your skin as he speaks close to your ear. He smells delicious, like soft musk but still clean and warm. You mentally take note to slyly ask Jungwoo what cologne his friend wears.

“Thank you,” is all you can muster and you resist the urge to drop your head to his shoulder, suddenly feeling lightheaded in the haze of alcohol, nicotine, and the blaring music of the club.

Doyoung reaches to the table for his glass, arm never leaving your shoulder, rolled shirt sleeve revealing a large and intricate cross tattoo on his forearm. At the sight of the ink you are jolted back to the reality that this man is not who you want him to be. You would normally have a hand palming his groin in the dim lights of the club, moaning into his mouth as he gripped the exposed skin on your back and whispered filthy strings of words into your ear.

But no, you had to bag the “Holier than Thou, Man of God.” Of course you did. This was not going to be good for your libido.

Your friend is suddenly dragging you by the hand to the bathroom, moving surprisingly fast in her towering heels.

“Sooooooooo, angel,” she whines from the single use stall she pulled you into after locking the door.

“What are you about to ask me to do?” you sigh, fixing your hair in the mirror as your friend hikes up her dress to pee.

“I’m going to take those two home with me,” she bluntly tells you, as you predicted.

“Yeah I think anyone in this club could have told me that,” you reply, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect. You didn’t really care what she did, only frustrated now that you had to make the hike home in an expensive taxi or wait for the unreliable train service.

“It’s fine, babe, I’ll get home okay,” you add, mustering the sweetest tone you can for your oldest friend. She deserved to blow off steam as much as next person, but you loved staying over at her luxury apartment on the weekends and the lazy mornings you spent sipping homemade cappuccinos and doing face masks.

“You’re the BESTTTT!” she nearly shouts, throwing her arms around you, damp hands fresh from washing them in the sink getting your skin wet. You laugh at her, congratulating her on getting her dick wet and ushering her out of the small room with a smack to her ass.

Back at the booth she wastes no time murmuring in the ears of the two eager men before they share a steamy three way kiss that results in Jungwoo tugging Jaehyun’s bottom lip with his teeth, looping an arm around his slim waist.

You are flicking through the various ride share apps on your phone to find the cheapest option, boots feeling uncomfortably tight on your feet after a long night. Last thing you want to do in this outfit is sit on an empty train and make the long walk uphill to your apartment complex once you arrive at your stop.

“What are you doing?” Doyoung asks, face suddenly close to yours again. There’s a level of concern in his eyes that you cannot read when he speaks to you.

“Calling for a car home, I don’t have the luxury of living right here downtown and had plans to crash at hers. I’m assuming my job doesn’t pay as well as yours and Jae’s,” you reply, only lifting your eyes up to meet his after you’ve spoken.

God his eyes are so pretty.

“Why don’t you stay at mine, I can sleep on the couch and my driver can take you home in the morning,” he offers, picking your phone out of your hand and locking the screen.

You open your mouth in protest before thinking more on the offer. His driver?! You would be crazy to turn him down and your friend is already halfway out the door headed towards what will undoubtedly be a night to remember.

You nod and quickly stand, holding a hand out for his, guiding him out the back door of the club. He’s making a call on his phone in a hushed tone while you slide your long coat over his blazer, still wrapped around your shoulders, Jungwoo giving you a small smile and wiggle of his fingers as he slides into the back of a cab.

“I love you angellllll,” your friend slurs out dramatically, knowing she is far less drunk than she appears, playing up the antics for the men around her. Jaehyun has an arm tucked loosely around her waist, grinning ear to ear as the evening wind ruffles his dark hair.

You pull your friend in for a hug before she ducks into the car, latching her lips immediately onto Jungwoo’s exposed neck, drawing a chuckle from you on the street.

Jaehyun pauses before getting in the car, dipping down to whisper right along the shell of your ear.

“Angel is it? I don’t know about that,” he practically moans out, voice breathy and deep.

“Seemed like a devil in disguise in that tight little skirt, slutty legs spread in the club for our sweet and innocent Doie,” he laughs out, laying the degrading tone on thick. His finger is under your chin, tipping it up to force you to look at him. Your heart is pounding and flying around your chest and you can feel your cheeks burn.

Suddenly there’s a hand on your back and you don’t have to look to know that Doyoung has stepped up behind you.

Jaehyun gives you a wink, pushing past you to plant a lingering kiss on Doyoung’s cheek, before turning and disappearing into the car.

Before you can say anything to Doyoung, a black town car replaces the cab in its spot on the busy street, Doyoung moving quickly to open the door for you, helping you in with a strong hand. He closes the door softly before moving around to the street side to slide in next to you, greeting the driver in the front pleasantly.

Your head is spinning and you desperately hope there is time to have a cigarette before going upstairs to Doyoung’s apartment, feeling anxiety creeping up in your chest.

Despite the spacious backseat, Doyoung can’t help but be pressed up against you, twisting to look at you as you make small talk. You watch him when he answers questions you ask and listen to a small story about a frustrating email exchange at work, as if the two of you had known each other forever.

Distracted by the beaded chain around his neck again, you reach over, taking the cross gingerly in between your pointer and middle finger, inspecting it. The metal is cold in your hand and nostalgia rushes over you as you hold it in your hand.

“I dip it in holy water every morning to help keep me grounded and ask that God bless my daily travels,” he offers, smiling lightly at you as he explains in earnest. You know by now that he isn’t lying, that there would be no reason for him to.

“I kiss it as well, asking him to bless my words and calm my mind in a world filled with temptation,” he continues, unwilling to break the heavy eye contact.

He reaches out and draws your fingers to his lips, still holding the cross, and kisses the small metal piece, catching the tips of your fingers with soft lips. They are warm and plush, sending jolts of electricity through your hand and to your chest. You have to shift in your seat to calm the throbbing in your core. This gesture shouldn’t be turning you on this much and you know now that if there is a hell, you surely are destined to take residence there.

The tension in the car is thick as you shiver, hand moving before you have a chance to think, bringing his hand and yours to your own lips, copying his kiss. You watch him gulp and pull his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes darken at the sight of the cross pressed to your lips.

Oh you are so royally fucked.

You watch him as he absently brushes the back of his hand against your own in the elevator ride to the top floor of the sleek and modern building. He lets his fingers tangle with yours briefly before holding his hand out when the door starts to open, bringing the foyer of his apartment into view.

You let a gasp fall from your lips, taking in the beautiful space around you. Lights flick on as you reach down to release the knot holding the laces of your boots in place, stepping out of them carefully by steadying yourself on a small table adorned with realistic looking fake flowers.

You try to keep your boots tidy under the coat rack, slipping off your coat and hanging it up and checking yourself in the small mirror above hooks of dangling keys. You notice one key with a Kuromi cover, smiling lightly and wondering if he had picked that out for himself. He will tell you one day that it is the key to his mailbox and one of the kids from his Sunday school class brought it in for him after they said Kuromi reminded them of Doyoung.

You follow him to the open living area which melts into the compact kitchen adorned with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. He’s opening the door to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of water and pouring two glasses.

The apartment is warm but minimalistic in style, adorned with shades of cream, black and gray. You half expect to see a statue of Mary where the tv sits but there’s barely any religious imagery present. Maybe you had misjudged him after all.

As you close the space between you, you let his blazer slip from your shoulders, catching it and folding it gently in your hands, looking up towards him through your long lashes as you lean your hip against the cold edge of the counter, offering the blazer to him. Instead of taking the jacket from your hands, he leans forward, brushing a thumb across the high point of your cheek, examining your face.

“Let me know if there is anything I can get you to feel more at home, I want you to feel comfortable,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

You feel butterflies in your chest and despite how tired you know you should be, your heart is pounding and core tightening at how close he stands to you in his beautiful apartment, finally able to hear his voice clearly without the sounds of the club or busy streets of the city. It’s velvety smooth and even and his lips tip up at the edges when he finishes his kind statement. You want desperately to push up and capture them in yours but instead nod slowly, taking one of the glasses of water into your hand gulping down some of the cool liquid to try to quell the arousal building within you.

He brushes your skin with his thumb once more before taking the jacket from you, moving to his bedroom and returning moments later with a couple pillows and a large blanket, which he leaves on the plush couch.

“I don’t mind just sleeping out here,” you offer, scanning the comfortable looking room, knowing if you slept in the living room you might be able to more easily slip out unnoticed in the morning. You’ve never been one for tender mornings in bed with a one night stand and this situation shouldn’t be treated any different. You don’t believe he will actually make any move beyond what he has, despite the brief intimate moments you’ve shared since stepping out of the club.

“No no, I insist, take my bed. The bedding was just changed this morning,” he makes sure to note and you realize how rich this man truly must be if he avoided mentioning who exactly changed the sheets. Surely not Doyoung, with his thousands of dollars of clothing and jewelry on his body and on-call car service and penthouse suite.

He moves to open the door to the balcony, cool but comfortable night air flooding the living room as he hands you a vintage glass ashtray from the media cabinet.

“In case you need one before you go to sleep or in the night,” he offers, smiling lightly at the shocked look on your face.

“Jungwoo is always hanging around here when I’m working late and I’ve learned there is no way to stop people from doing something they want to do. I can’t change my friends and I wouldn’t want to. I have things in my life and things I have removed from my life but that is my own decision and shouldn’t affect my relationships with those I love,” he adds, fingers brushing over yours as they make contact to pass the item to you.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll take a shower quickly and then let you have the bedroom and bathroom. If you need it, there’s a toilet near the elevator and some fresh fruit in the fridge,” he continues, resisting the urge to brush his lips over your bare shoulder.

You thank him and take your purse out to the balcony, closing the door lightly behind you but making sure it latches fully. Stepping forward towards the edge of the balcony, you quickly light a cigarette and feel calm wash over you as you watch the flickering lights of the city skyline. The cool air feels good against your cheeks and exposed abdomen, needing desperately to cool down. You try (and fail) to not let your mind wander to thoughts of Doyoung in a steamy rainfall shower, steam gathering on glossy mirrors and hot water racing down toned biceps and thighs.

You burn through it eagerly, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray and disposing of it in a small bin attached to the balcony’s railing before heading back inside. Doyoung is emerging from his bedroom in a tight white tank top and loose grey sweatpants, bare feet padding across the plush throw rug.

“I left you some clothes and towels on the bed but help yourself to my closet if you need something warmer,” he mutters awkwardly, the power balance shifting slightly as he stands in front of you in casual clothes, black rosary still visible proudly on his chest.

“I’ll wash up, if that’s okay? If you’re tired and want to sleep, don’t worry about waiting for me to finish. I usually stay up pretty late and I’m sure you have early mornings,” you ramble, scratching at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Take your time, I usually read for a while before bed,” he gestures to a small leather bound bible on the coffee table. Of course he does.

In the shower, you let the water rush over your body, using some of the small skincare bottles to wash your face and step out, massaging shower oil into your damp skin. You sigh into the warm white towel fresh off the warming rack and feel like you’re living in a dream.

Can’t I just stay here forever?

You know your modest apartment waits for you a few miles away, with your own much smaller and dingier balcony where you like to sketch in your journal as you watch birds settle on the hanging flower baskets. You could never see yourself living full time in the cold of the city, barely any green space and garbage littering the streets.

Checking outside the bathroom door before emerging, the coast is clear as you step back into his spacious bedroom, lightly touching the clothing he had laid out for you. A large and faded t-shirt that appears to be from a church camp is folded neatly, logo barely still visible.

A package of unopened cotton boxer briefs is next to the shirt, knowing he must have been panicking thinking of how he could offer you something to wear without it seeming creepy. But he seems to at least have experience taking care of stranded tipsy guests (even if they usually were just Jungwoo and someone he brought home from the bar). You pull the shirt over your head and it falls easily to your mid-thigh, skimming over your hardened nipples, painful as they make contact with the cool air from the vent.

Sliding on the boxers, you pull them up to your waist and the shirt covers them fully. You decide against the sweatpants next to the shirt, knowing they will be far too long for you and opt to instead roll on the pair of long socks before placing the pants back on the dresser. You listen at the door for any noise from the living room, hearing a light hum of music you can’t decipher. Pressing your ear closer you recognize Debussy floating through the air and let out a small smile.

You’re about to tuck yourself into the king sized bed before you realize you didn’t bring the water glass in with you. Scanning the room you don’t see one and silently curse yourself.

Sliding the door open quietly, you stick your head out tentatively, his head lifting to look at you. He looks absolutely adorable, bundled up in a fluffy blanket with his small bible in his lap and two scented candles lit on the table. The music did turn out to be Debussy, playing softly on a record player in the corner.

“Is the music too loud?” he asks, moving as if he is going to turn it off.

“No no, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out in reply, sliding out from the door and covering your chest with your arms, self conscious. This causes the hem of the shirt to hike up, exposing a sliver of the white briefs covering your lower half.

Doyoung’s eyes trail down your body, as if wanting to mentally capture this image of you dressed in his clothes, standing sheepishly in front of him. He pushes away thoughts of you on your knees in front of him, mouthing along his length through his sweatpants while he tugs on your silky and damp hair.

“I, um, just came out for some water,” you add, crossing to the counter to grab the glass before returning to stand awkwardly next to the couch.

“Why does she call you angel?” he asks suddenly, pulling an arm up on the back of the couch, unintentionally opening up a perfect sized space for you to sit next to him.

You smile lightly and cross to sit next to him, perching on the edge of the cushion so as to not crowd him.

“My middle name is Angelica,” you replied softly. “She just took a liking to the pet name many years ago.”

He smiles softly at this explanation, suddenly aware that his other hand has strayed to the hem of his shirt hanging loose on your torso.

“Angel…” he tries, feeling the way it sounds in his voice, feeling the way the words taste as they roll off his tongue. He smirks, pinching the fabric at the edge of the shirt in between his fingers and releasing it.

“Can I call you that?” he breathes out, suddenly closer to your face than you had realized.

“Only if you’re a good boy,” you manage to say in an even tone, hand finally reaching out to touch his chest, flattening against his toned pecs, metal beads digging into your palm.

His eyes flutter, brain clearly short circuiting at the mention of praise, fingers stilling but breathing becoming more labored.

“Can I please kiss you?” you ask, eyes and voice hopeful. You palm the cross on the rosary, holding it tightly in your hand as you pull gently, bringing yourself closer to Doyoung as your eyes slip shut, not waiting for a response.

His lips are on yours suddenly, pressing firmly as his hand flies to your lower back, pressing you flush against his chest, capturing your hand in between your bodies. You refuse to let go of the rosary, pulling tighter so he’s forced to deepen the kiss.

You feel his hand push up the back of the shirt and up your back, as if reaching for a bra to unhook and you can’t help but smile against his mouth, knowing he is far less innocent than he seems.

You rise up on your knees, moving your legs to straddle him on the couch, suddenly feeling something firm against your bare thigh. Your grin grows, nuzzling against his nose teasingly.

“Well, well, look who isn’t such a good boy after all,” you growl out, unable to control how horny you are for this man under you.

He pulls back, breaking the kiss, brows furrowed in confusion at your comment. Reaching between your bodies, he pulls out the leather bible and you flush deeply, unable to process that you thought it was his erection.

You avert your eyes from his and reach an arm up to touch the back of your neck nervously but his hand quickly grabs your wrist as he moves your hand to his lap, eyes darkening. When he pushes you down against his sweatpants you feel him harder than you thought he would be, not to mention way bigger than you thought he would be.

“Who said I was a good boy, angel?” he asked quietly, almost sounding annoyed with you. He grips your wrist tighter, pulling you closer to him before capturing your lips in his again.

It takes you a moment to respond, brain foggy at the name and sequence of events that had just unfolded. It doesn’t take you long to recover before slipping your tongue into his mouth hungrily, fingers lacing his hair to pull him desperately close.

You can’t help but move quickly with him, spreading your thighs to grind slow circles into his clothed crotch, biting back moans that bubble in your throat.

Hands are suddenly tugging at the hem of the shirt and you quickly oblige, peeling off the thin cotton and discarding it on the floor. Your chest is heaving as you sit on his lap in just the white boxer briefs, nipples erect and back arched to push your full chest towards him.

Doyoung hungrily licks his lips, eyes darting over your body as if there’s a time limit to the amount of time he has to look. You know you look good and he knew from the minute he saw you walk in the club that you would be on his lap, tits bouncing as he pressed up towards you with an experimental thrust. A small groan slides from his spit slicked lips as he slides one hand to your lower back and the other to cup your breast.

“Good God,” he lets out before lowering his mouth to your nipple, flicking eyes up to watch as you tumble contrasting curses from your plump lips.

He moves his mouth expertly, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, teeth dragging against your tight nipple. His hand on your lower back feels huge, fingers spread wide and gripping at your flesh as if you will disappear if he loosens his grip.

“Fuck me right here,” you can’t help but mutter into his open mouth after a particularly loud gasp flies from your mouth when you feel the tip of his dick collide with your clothed clit.

He pulls back, face seemingly questioning himself, eyes flicking over to the coffee table with the bible before turning upwards and fluttering shut.

You’re amazed at how this man can have his tit in your mouth one minute and then the next…

“Wait, are you praying?!” you ask in shock, stifling the laughter that builds in your throat.

He peeks at you with one eye open, smiling lightly before closing his eyes again and humming out an incoherent reply.

“Amen,” he says softly after a few more moments have passed.

You don’t have time to question him further when he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing tight and toned abs and letting his broad chest crowd you in what could only be described as a bear hug. He pulls you close to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat reverberating through your own skin.

“The angel wants to get fucked, does she?” he growls as he digs his nails into your back.

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he adds before flipping you over suddenly, standing above you as he slides the boxers down to your ankles, leaving your socks on.

He then moves his hands to his own waistband, removing the sweatpants and revealing his hard cock, already flushed and angry with arousal. As he bends down, the rosary dangles from his neck and you can’t help but stare.

You’re laid out, exposed in front of him as he drops to his knees, nudging your knees to widen in front of him. Your eyes are wide as you watch him, controlling and calculated. You have to ask yourself the same question you asked in the club, who the fuck was this guy?

“You asked if I was praying earlier,” he speaks quietly, long fingers dragging along your sensitive inner thigh, avoiding where you want him the most.

“I just like to thank God before I eat,” he adds, eyes glimmering with mischief as he pushes forward, tongue licking a long stripe along your dripping core, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

Your brain is swimming with pleasure at the filthy words he spoke and the way his mouth is warm against your burning core, tugging on his hair and slipping your hand down to his neck to stroke the shorter strands there to encourage him.

His muffled moans send vibrations along your folds and shivers up your spine as he laps at you like it’s the fucking last supper. You feel your release close, thighs pulling in to tighten around his face. He shoves them back open every time they threaten to suffocate him, giving him access to every inch of you.

Your orgasm creeps up on you and you are suddenly screaming his name, head thrown back on the back of the couch, vision blinding white. Your eyes are clenched shut as you make every attempt to slow your heavy breathing.

You feel warm hands under your thighs and realize he's lifting you from the couch. You let your arms fall lazily around his shoulders and your head loll over as he carries you to the bedroom. Laying you gently on your back, he’s suddenly leaning over you, lips brushing against your jaw, peppering kisses up to your ear and leaving more along your hairline.

“That was heavenly,” you sigh out, feeling dizzy from the soft gestures.

He smiles and pushes your hair from your face, leaning down to kiss you. You can’t get enough of his lips, every time they press over yours you’re drawn in closer, wanting more and more.

“I know you said you wanted me to fuck you on the couch and as much as I would love to bend you over and slam into you, I want to see your face when I make you cream on my dick,” he says as if it’s the simplest and most normal sentence on the planet. He sits up, reaching a veiny hand over to the bedside table and into the shallow drawer there.

Your mouth hangs open for a moment until you feel his fingers on you again, rubbing slow circles on you, gathering your post orgasm arousal as he tears open a condom that is carefully dangling between his lips. He slicks up his rock hard erection with your wetness before sliding it on and running a hand through his now messy hair.

You adjust yourself on the bed, propping your knees up so he can crawl between them. He brings his face close to yours and drags his tongue lazily against your lower lip before pushing into you.

Your eyes widen, feeling the stretch of his massive cock and the look on his face when he finally feels himself inside you. You swear he’s seen the second coming of Christ and you wish you could take a picture of the pure bliss.

It doesn’t take long for him to pick up a consistent pace of pumping in and out of you, grunts and moans falling from his lips and sounding almost like he’s singing. You almost come at the sight of the rosary dangling above you and moving with each thrust, knowing how fucking filthy this is but how it’s the most turned on you’ve been in ages.

He’s close and you don’t know how much longer you can last after him so you hook your legs around his back and push on him, silently begging to flip over. He obliges and lets you return to a similar position from the couch, him seated against the pillows and you rising up and down on his cock. This drives you insane, watching his face contort in pleasure as you ride him, letting his name fall over and over from your lips like your own prayer.

“Angel, I’m so close,” he moans, pulling you so tight against his chest that you feel yourself becoming one with him. You move together, moan together, and release in strangled cries together.

You pull back, out of breath and struggling to compose yourself, glancing down at your chest to see an imprint of the cross in between swollen breasts. He has a hazy, happy grin across his face and you know you have to look the same in this moment.

He reaches out, brushing pads of his fingers across the imprint on your chest before dipping down to kiss at the cross mark.

You think your heart might explode in that very moment, suddenly visualizing the two of you holding hands in a church pew or leaning over candles, lighting them and bowing your heads in silence.

What the fuck has gotten into you?

–

Once he finishes tucking the plush duvet around your naked body, he lays flat on his back, exhaling in relaxation for what sounded like the first time that night, and humming out an almost angelic note.

“And on the seventh day, God looked at all he had made and rested from the work he had done,” Doyoung paraphrased, grinning at his joke, turning slightly to nuzzle his face into your bare shoulder.

Your cheeks warmed and eyes welled as you watched your dark haired lover drift off into sleep, arms laying beside him, not clinging to you as they had been all night, as if fully relaxed at how you seemingly fit so easily into his bed, into his life.

Checking the time, you unlock your phone, lower the brightness, and fire off a couple check-in texts to your friend and one to your mother asking if you completed your sacraments as a child and if she knows where your old prayer book is. You can’t believe this man is reigniting this in you and while you know no amount of good sex is going to fully pull you back into a toxic institution, you see the good in him and wonder if there is a world where the two of you can balance his faith and your more progressive views.

The next morning comes quicker than you had anticipated and light is streaming through the sheers covering the floor to ceiling windows. You glance over to see a still sleeping Doyoung, surprised once you check the time, knowing he probably starts his day at the office before you. You check your phone, frustrated at how quickly it will soon be the time when your boss is checking in to see if you are working from home or coming into the office. You send off a quick message to let them know you will have a late start to the day, working from your apartment.

They reply with a teasing tone, noting that you and your friend must have gotten into some fun the night prior since she had called off entirely. Oh boy, couldn’t wait to hear about that.

You roll over, seeing Doyoung’s eyes open in narrow slits, running a wet tongue over his dry lips.

“Morning star,” he smiles at you, placing that same strong hand on your lower back, pulling you gently closer to him.

“Hi,” you squeak out, giggling as his fingers brush lightly over your spine, tickling you.

“Can I make you coffee?” he asks, pressing lips softly to your temple, holding there and breathing in the scent of your hair, still faintly holding the floral notes from his shampoo.

“You don’t have morning prayers to get to?” you tease, pushing your lips towards his, silently asking for a kiss.

He pulls back, knitting his brows together and almost rolling his eyes.

“You really have me all wrong you know,” he starts, pushing strands of hair from your face before cupping your cheek gently, just as he had in the kitchen last night when you first got back.

“Yes, I have my beliefs and values that ground me. But that doesn’t mean I abstain from every activity marked as a sin in the bible,” he continued, his voice even and strong but not mean.

“I would have thought that would have been obvious by everything we did last night,” he added, pressing a little more firmly on your lower back, gliding his palm down to the slope of your ass to grasp at the skin there.

You gulp audibly, startled by his candid admission. Maybe you did have him all wrong. Maybe you judged this book by the cover too quickly, your opinion shadowed by everything you knew from the devout adults you had grown up around. You had always assumed it was black and white, no gray space between for any compromise.

All you could do in that moment, overcome with emotions you weren’t quite ready to acknowledge, was pull him close to you and connect your hips with his to slowly create friction between the two of you. You hungrily captured his lips in yours, sighing into him as his fingers gently tugged your hair and brought you to another two unholy orgasms.

–

You don’t bother showering again, opting to take Doyoung up on that ride home from his driver who arrives in less than fifteen minutes, despite the morning rush hour traffic. You’re soon stepping out onto the busy streets, feet back in those painful boots and coat wrapped tightly around you to cover your revealing outfit you still can’t believe you wore out all night (but probably have to thank for this entire encounter).

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t a lost little angel!” comes a familiar voice, catching you as you are approaching the black car, the driver standing with a neutral expression waiting to open the door for you.

“Jungwoo, hey,” you start, stepping towards the man who is placing his motorcycle helmet on the seat, arms crossed as he leans gently against the expensive bike.

He’s wearing low rise leather pants with a matching belt adorned with a large silver buckle. His jacket is open and you can see a tight and cropped red shirt underneath, exposing much of his toned abs and navel. Nude color blocking rose up the sides of the shirt, covered in black crescent moons and he is wearing a stack of gold chains tight around his neck. A large green stone is dangling from his ear, moving as he speaks.

His hair is fluffy from the helmet, eyes smudged lightly with dark liner, most likely still from the night before. He looks absolutely unreal and your mind drifts to images of your friend pressed between him and the equally sexy Jaehyun in the crowded bar, stirring tension deep in your core.

“How was your night?” you add, stepping closer to him, curious about what your friend had gotten into.

“I’m sure just as sinful as yours by the look of this walk of shame,” he almost sneers back, tone unmatched to the large grin covering his face from his lips to his eyes. He grabs your phone from you and punches his number in, punctuating with a sultry wink. His eyes are flicking up and down your body dramatically, making overly exaggerated facial expressions at you.

You roll your eyes at him, turning to head to the car, wagging your fingers at him seductively and putting extra emphasis in your steps as you know he has his eyes glued to your ass as you slide into the car.

When Doyoung emerges from the shower with a towel tied low around his waist he finds Jungwoo lounging in his favorite chair in the living room, flipping through a magazine he had left here the week before. He looks up to make eye contact with Doyoung, smiling and letting a low whistle slide out his lips.

“Don’t start, Woo,” Doyoung warns curtly, pouring two cups of coffee and preparing them the way they both like.

“Look look, I have Father Lee on speed dial, he’s ready to do an emergency confession for you in the lobby of your office if you need it this morning,” he laughs back, closing the magazine and accepting the mug.

Doyoung rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to reach over and slap the back of Jungwoo’s head. He knows his friend is exaggerating but he had consequently already sent Mark a text that he would stop by the church later that day for a chat. Having one of your oldest friends be a priest that was known for being more on the liberal side had its perks.

“Just because I don’t flaunt my escapades all over town or upload racy videos into the shared DJJ iCloud album, doesn’t mean I’m not getting my dick wet,” he replies after a long sip of much needed coffee.

Jungwoo almost spits out his coffee at the vulgar comment, lips twisting up into a wicked smile as he watches his friend, relaxed and shirtless mid-morning on a work day.

“Something’s different about you, Kim Doyoung,” Jungwoo chuckles, tapping back into his conversation with Jaehyun from earlier, who had frantically texted him from the office that Doyoung hadn’t shown up for their morning meeting and wasn’t replying to any of his texts.

“I guess you could say I was touched by an angel,” Doyoung replies wickedly, winking at Jungwoo before standing and letting his towel fall from his hips, whipping it at leather clad knees before walking slowly back into the bedroom.

Jungwoo’s eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face, watching his friend’s toned ass move away from him and examining the red marks dotting his broad back.

“Oh Jaeeeeee, I have an idea for something that could be fun and oh so messy,” Jungwoo whispers into the phone as he steps out onto the balcony, lighting a blunt in the cool morning air, surrounded by the sounds of the bustling city below.

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ilwonuu · 23 days

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horny jaehyun + breeding kink

ughh having a jaehyun brainrot rn and there not enough jaehyun content

anon,,, of course i would love to do horny jaehyun with a breeding kink. (my fav things ever tbh) also me too,,, but why am i always having jaehyun brainrot… also i think i have a pretty good selection of jaehyun fics if you want to read them (nct m.list here) ANYWAYS thank u for ur request lmfaoo<3

🐰happy hour

↬ jeong jaehyun

ꕥ pairing- nonidol!jaehyun x fem!reader, dom!jaehyun x sub!reader, established relationship, they’re super horny for eachother help

ꕥ warnings- unprotected sex(yayyy!!!!!!! lmfao), smut with NO plot lol, dirty talk(jaehyun got me going crazy), creampie,,, pet names(baby), kissing, fingering(f receiving), jaehyun is just so <3

ꕥ a/n- happy easter mls!!! i don’t celebrate tbh i just had dinner but i do celebrate with new fics so here <3 i might post another tonight??? we’ll see anyways ily all

jaehyun was heavily distracted from the movie, as were you. but that’s only because he is grinding into your ass as he whispers dirty things he wants to do to you.

“forget the movie. wanna take these off for me?” he tugs on your shorts, you nod in response doing so. he pulls his sweatpants down, not bothering to have any underwear on.

“don’t wanna watch this stupid movie anymore, just wanna fuck you.” you laugh a little at his words, as this was a movie that jaehyun had suggested.

“you’ve been hard since the beginning of the movie.” he nods shamelessly. “you’re just so fucking pretty it’s makes me hard.” he smiles at you as he pulls you into a kiss. he slowly makes his way to hover over you.

“gonna fuck you good. gonna make you cum on my dick over and over. want to make you mine, gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy? we gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to right?” his overwhelming words going straight to your pussy.

you can’t process either of his questions, but you try to come up with a response. “y-yes! jaehyun need your cum, want it so bad.” you start to grind up again his erection.

“yeah you want it? want me to fuck you so well you have my babies? turn over.” he pulls you into a quick kiss before helping you turn over. you hear him let out a soft laugh as he notices the wet patch on your panties.

“you really want it huh pretty girl?” he mockingly asks you as help pulls your underwear down your legs. “mmm fuck me-“ his finger rubs at your clit roughly as he kisses your back.

he pulls your legs so you are sitting in a comfortable arched position. “i will baby. how could i not want to fuck you? you’re so pretty.” he pushes as finger into you as he watches you moan out for him. his finger speeding up causing your moans to get louder.

“i’ve changed my mind i want to see your face when i cum in you.” he laughs at himself as you playfully roll your eyes at him, rolling over of course. your boyfriend pulls his loose sweater off before letting your shirt off you.

“so so so pretty.” he kisses your neck as he grabs your hip. you feel the tip of his dick rub against your clit. “baby you’re mine.” he plants a kiss against your jaw trailing up to your head. “all yours jaehyun- ah!”

you feel his dick start to push into you as he pulls you into a kiss. the kiss quickly becoming more messy as he bottoms out. he pulls away from the kiss to whisper into your ear.

“really gonna give it all to you baby. gonna make you a mommy- fuck.” he starts to move his hips into you. “jae- p-please!” you are upset with his hips you want him to go faster. his dick feeling so good but you know he can give you more.

“you want it? such a good girl for me. taking my cum whenever i offer. you love it don’t you? me too baby.” his chest up against yours as his hips fuck into you at a inhumane pace.

jaehyun smirks when he sees that your moans are starting to match right up with his thrusts. “yea? that feel good? gonna cum so much, gotta make sure you take all of it. got to make sure i don’t gotta fuck you full of my cum again. or would you want that?” his voice is laced with want but he has a taunting tone.

“want y-you all the time. p-please cum in m-me.” he just smiles at your pleasured voice as stutters. “fuck i want that too, you’re so cute aren’t you? don’t you worry that pretty head, gonna make sure my cum is leaking out of this pretty pussy for days. yea?” you didn’t think your eyes could go further in your head, but his words surely showed you that they could.

“i w-want it.” you pucker your lips slightly reaching out for him to kiss your lips. his hips start to grind slower and deeper into you. he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth aggressive.

“j-jae i’m coming-“ he pecks your lips. “yea? me too baby, open your legs a little w-wider.” he grabs your thighs pulling your legs apart more. him now curling into you at the perfect angle. he smirks a little at the arousal dripping down your thighs.

he mindlessly takes two of his fingers to clean your thighs. he puts them in mouth humming slightly. “i’m gonna fill you up baby. you ready to be mine? gonna be all cute and pregnant for me baby.” he laughs a little at your helpless moan.

“coming- s-shit.” you cum all over his dick, some of it leaking onto his balls. jaehyun holds back a smirk at that as he feels his balls tighten. he empties all of his cum into you. it’s so fucking messy. he loves it more that anything.

“yeah i definitely made you mine with that sweetheart but you can take another load right? just to make sure.” you nod at his words as you feel his hips start to fuck into you again. “so- perfect and all mine.” he kisses you sweetly.

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct 127 #nct u

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jishyucks · 5 months

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True Love Gave to Me Masterlist

— A Holiday Series of Short Oneshots

Ah~ the holiday season—a season of giving, of joy and laughter, of overflowing love… Why not spread this festive warmth with 12 short stories set during this time of year?

‣ featuring: hyung line of nct dream x reader, 00line of stray kids x reader, & 02z of enhypen x reader

‣ genre: all very fluffy! and holiday-themed (some are cliche but who hates cliches), specifics and warnings will be listed under each fic!

one.

‣ pairing: mark lee x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, classmates au

Sure, it was disheartening seeing everyone receive a holiday candy gram but you, especially when you’re the one in charge of selling them at lunch. But don't worry, yours is on the way. He’s just… running a bit late.

Received!

two.

‣ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, rich-kid!au

You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights.

Received!

three.

‣ pairing: park jay x reader ‣ genre: fluff, coworkers-to-something more?, subtly hurt/comfort

Your ability to empathize was a blessing and curse. When you see your boss sitting alone in his office on Christmas Day, you can’t help but invite him to your family party. And when he actually says yes, you’re kind of stuck regretting the offer simply because you’re not sure how this is going to turn out.

Received!

four.

‣ pairing: huang renjun x reader ‣ genre: fluff, academic rivals to (implied) lovers, forced proximity

You don’t hate many things, but you could proudly say that you hate snow and Huang Renjun. And now that the universe has decided that it was a great idea to have you snowed in with the smartass himself, you’ll gladly add the universe to that list.

Received!

five.

‣ pairing: han jisung x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers

In all honesty, you had no idea why you decided to take up the job of gift wrapping at your local mall. There are moms constantly yelling at you, your fingers are covered in papercuts, and the hours are long. Luckily, your coworker, Jisung, is there to make it more bearable.

Received!

six.

‣ pairing: jake sim x reader ‣ genre: fluff, meet-cute, implied strangers to something more

After months of being apart from your family, you finally get to fly back home for the holidays. On the flight there, you’re placed next to a cute stranger who has taken it upon himself to talk to you. What happens when the roads from the airport are closed overnight and you’re stuck with said stranger? You’re just hoping he doesn’t have any plans of kidnapping you.

Received!

seven.

‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, secret admirer au, office!au

When gifts start appearing on your work desk on December 1st, you have no choice but to hunt down the man who’s been planting them. And with only 7 men on the floor, this shouldn’t be difficult… Right?

Received!

eight.

‣ pairing: felix lee x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l, hurt/comfort

Spending Christmas sick and in bed wasn’t Felix’s ideal way of spending the holiday. Being the best friend that you are, you decide to take care of him. Who would have thought that Felix was clingy when he had the flu?

Received!

nine.

‣ pairing: park sunghoon x reader ‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

After weeks of stalling, you finally let Sunghoon take you skating—and with how close you two are, you hope he mistakes the beating of your heart for the beat of the music.

Received!

ten.

‣ pairing: lee donghyuck x reader ‣ genre: fluff, established relationship

They weren’t lying when they said that the holiday season was the busiest time of year. With finals rolling around, gift shopping for your family, and keeping yourself in check, you barely have time to give your boyfriend the attention he wants. Donghyuck, however, has a way to work around this; alternatively, in which Donghyuck just wants one kiss and you think it’ll be funny not to give it to him

Received!

eleven.

‣ pairing: kim seungmin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, frenemies to lovers

After cursing the city and their poor excuse of cleaning the streets, you eventually swallow your pride and call your friends to help you free your car from the snow. And out of all the people that could have come, it really had to be Seungmin…

Received!

twelve.

‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers

You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.

Sent!

‣ an: another episode of me being ambitious cause I have so many other WIPS, so we'll see if I'll manage to do these on time (if not, Christmas lasts until Jan 6,,, soo) but don't worry I am motivated to actually complete this!—anyways, I love Christmas and the holiday season so much that I had to do this,,, and I didn’t rly do anything for when I reached 1k so why not? I'm aware it's 'true love sent to me' but this fits the theme more,,, PLEASE ENJOY AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!—things might change as I go!

!! if anyone is interested in joining a tag list, please let me know! just indicate if you'd like to be tagged on all of them or certain groups/members!

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cravingbro · 1 year

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Chocolate Ice Cream

siblings oneshot au: 1,8k words — harsh words, mention of mature content, bunch of physical attacks, contains some sweets (literally), and a mere hallucination.

There were days when he turned into a giant-goddamn-annoying baby, especially when our parents were out for late night work or him currently being single and desperate. Those days I had to sacrifice my mental stability for unwanted disturbance outside my room.

He could yell for every game he lost. Or he would intentionally made noises with his steps along the corridor of our room, trying to steal my focus.

I knew that for sure, yet he always succeed. Every. Single. Time.

In a blink of an eye, I'd step out and shouted at him while he ran away and chuckled. If my mood already ruined during the day, I'd catch him in the living room and punched his back as if it was me againsts a thief. Well ... he is a thief. He stole my mindfullness.

One thing I noticed is that he never fight back. Not at once. As if he let me crushed him with my wild fists and fingers. Usually when my attacks are getting weaker, he either squeeze my tiny body in his arms or he would run away. Again.

That day he chose to run, reaching for refrigerator and took two paper cups from the freezer. When I finally catched his step, he handed me a chocolate ice cream, my favorite flavor he knows very well. As I tried to reach the cup, he decided to not giving it to me as it is. Then he opened the lid and put the spoon inside so that I could just eat it right away.

My God, it taste as awesome as I remember it would be. It was so good that I wheezed. He chuckled as he rub his fingers through my hair.

"What is it this time?" I asked while he shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing is free in this world, Dude. So, what is this ice cream do today? A special request to shut me up? Or another session of asking for second opinion?" I added. He still shook his head and smiled.

"Another session? Hahaha, no. You were busy anyway. Just finish your task. I just wanted you to have a little break from whatever shit you're currently working on," he said. I sighed as he was not being infuriating like he always does.

"You're joking, right?"

"Do I look funny right now?"

"Oh ... yes, you do! I've lived with you my whole life to know how silly you are. I have no idea how could someone like you be a school-star everybody adores, like ... no shit, they have no idea who you truly are—"

"I have a girlfriend," he cut my word with sharp look. He gulped before he avoid eye contact.

"Yeah, so? None of my business, you know— wait ... did you ... do something nasty with that girl?" Judging by how serious he looked at that time, I could not help but think of something bad. Yet he did not answered my question and I tried to make him look at me in the eye. But he refused to do so.

"Jaehyun!"

"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!" he shouted back. My jaw dropped, thinking of what kind of disaster he just told me about.

"You're so screwed, Bro!"

"Help me!"

"Hell no!"

"But I gave you an ice cream!"

"An ice cream? In exchange for what? A possibility of you ... ruining our family in instant? Now tell me, did you made her pregnant?" I asked, holding his shoulders with both of my hands.

His face suddenly went red and he bit his lips. He neither confirm nor deny my curiousity which made me lowkey furious.

"Hey!"

"I don't know! But we had great time, I suppose. She said it was good—"

"Yacks! Why are you telling me this?!" I punched his chest and he whined. But then he laughed out loud. He probably dive in too deep that he started to shed tears.

"What's so funny about it?" I asked, with rage shown on my face. He scooped a spoon of his ice cream and tried to feed me. He opened his mouth as a sign for me to open mine, and I really did. I looked like I was his robot obeying his order. Not long after, that spoon of chocolate ice cream instantly melt inside my mouth.

"It's funny because I lied," he stated after a long silence.

All of sudden, I have no energy left to throw another tantrum. I was just starring sharp as his face turned goofy.

"You're a good sister, you know that? I bet nobody would spare her time in between her deadlines just to listen my outstanding story like you did—"

"You just wasted my time! Holyshit!" I finally cursed as I stood up. He let me walk away and I could feel him starring at me with a wide smile as he succeed his prank. So I turned and raised my middle finger on him.

"I love you too," he said. I cringed so hard as he blew a kiss with both of his hands. Who the fuck he think he is? A superstar whose action melt everyone heart? Maybe. But not to me, at least.

When I walked pass the corridor, I could hear him jumping on the sofa. I guess he celebrated that moment, literally. I stood before the door and placed my forehead on the wall, then sighed.

I sat back on the chair, trying to get my mind back on the task. But his chuckling voice from the living room bothered me so much that I reached my pillow and walked towards him.

"You, son of a bitch!" I shouted as I attacked him with the pillow. He used his hands to cover himself from me and that was all he did. No counter attack. No fight back. Just joyful laugh.

"You said you know me well before, but you still got pranked," he said followed with a loud cheerful laugh right after.

"I said I know ... how silly you are ... I didn't expect ... you'd joke about ... doing ... that ... with your ... girlfriend," I replied while I was out of breath. I kept hitting my brother with the pillow and he kept laughing as he laid himself on the sofa.

I locked his waist with my legs so he could not move even a single inch away from me. Yet I still did not hear a single protest from him. As expected, he still enjoys being brutally attacked by his sister.

"But deep down, you know I will do that one day," he spoke with his soft tone, contrast with the current sitation of our warzone. That voice made me stop attacking him immediately.

"Of course! You're a grown up ass man," I replied. He took that opportunity to free himself and sat down right in front of me.

"And what do you feel if that day come?" he asked followed with a warm smile painted on his face.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, the day I finally live with somebody else and build my own family away from mom, dad, and you," he added.

"I guess I have no choice. I'm not sure with how I feel, honestly. Well, how about you? What if that day come to me?" I asked him back.

"I— uh ... probably will keep an eye on the guy you marry just in case he did something shitty. Then I'll come right away if I notice a single scratch on you, physically or mentally Then I'll throw that guy away from you. I swear to God that's what I'll do." He raised his fist up as if he was demonstrating a protest.

"Ha!" I covered my mouth right before I chuckled.

"Let me tell you something," he said, opening a new topic for our conversation.

"Don't you dare prank me this time!" I threatened him. He immediately shook his head and said, "No no no, this one is real."

He gave a sign with his hand to make me come closer to him. As usual, I obeyed his request. Then he placed his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I was the one who ask for a younger sibling because I saw two kids on the playground fighting over who was going to held their dog's chain."

As soon as I heard that, I reached his wrist and took a quick glance before he continue his story.

"But I specifically ask for a brother. Yet I got a sister," he added. We both chuckled.

"Were you disappointed when I was born?"

"Not going to lie, I had a huge disappointment the moment it was revealed that you will be a girl. That was before you were born, I even told our mom to exchange the baby or do anything just so I could get a brother," his whisper tone got excited. I bursted in laugh.

"But then one day, our mom got sick and has to go to hospital at night. Our dad took her and left us at home, just like this. You were four and I was seven. I was so stressed, not knowing what to do with you, and us literally just stuck together like that," he added.

"I was preparing myself to say no to whatever you want because you use to ask this and that, then cry when you didn't get what you want." I chuckled remembering how bad I behave when I was younger.

"But then you just came to me, in my room, and with a soft-spoken voice, you ask if I want to eat ice cream with you," he said then took a deep breath before he continued, "I told you we have no ice cream and you said that we should ride a bike to the nearest minimarket to buy some—"

"And we did," I cut him immediately since I remember which story he tried to tell.

"Yes ... we did," he echoed my words and smile widely as I looked at him.

"That's the moment when I finally realized ... having a sister is not so bad. I'm way more relaxed at that day and I guess that was the first time you behave nicely," he said while putting his index on my nose. I could not help but to smile. His words comforted me in a way I never expected.

The task I tried to finish before actually made me questioned myself. I guess I was too tired to live my day because of how stressful it was to be at school everyday and stuck with numerous task from various subjects.

"I heard you sob this afternoon, by the way," he suddenly confessed, made me raised both of my eyebrows in instant.

"You did?"

"Yeah, and it breaks my heart to hear—"

"I thought you were busy playing games," I cut him again. His sentimental side was showing and I almost cringed had I not stop him talking midway.

"I did. But I walked passed your room couple times and even peek inside—"

"But I hear nothing?!" I raised my voice as I speak. He shook his head slowly and added, "I also called your name, but you didn't answer. That's when I went out to buy the ice cream."

"Gosh ...." I took a deep breath before I finally smiled.

"You know ... I'm not a smart brother you can rely on when you're stuck with your tasks. So the only thing I can do to help is to give you a quick ice cream break," he said as he lifted his jaw haughtily.

"And pranked me, for God's sake," I added. We both laughed so hard right after.

"That's for a signature touch," he replied. I raised my eyebrow once again and he continued, "I won't let you forget my existence ever. So I'll plant as many silly memories as I can—"

"Oh, fuck that shit." I reached my pillow and threw it towards my brother and left him immediately.

Eventually, I was able to finish my deadlines at midnight. Although the idea of what my silly brother did haunted me the whole time.

#jaehyun #fanfic #imagine #brother #nct #nct jaehyun #what if #writing #buddie fic #fic #short ficlet #siblings au #nct au #jaehyun au #oneshot #slice of life

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hugs2doie · 7 months

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nct dream spotting you in their concert .

anon’s request: hi!! i just found your account and omg i love it so much <33!! i was wondering if i could request a fic/headcanon about surprising nct dream on tour 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 like maybe surprising one of them after the concert, one of them spotting you in the crowd, etc ^^

genre: fluff

warnings: none

nini’s notes: rhis is so short im sorry i didne havw muxh ideas on this 😓 but thbak u anon i love u anf i hope u liek this :333

⌗ mark

he’d be so excited byw

he’d gasp and allat

most of the times he’d be around your area just to see you

it would be without realizing too so the other members would literally push him/drag him away 😭

like poor boy wants to havw his eyes on you the whole time

but dating rumors and the idol industry 😡😡

would gush to his teammates abt u visiting and stuff like that later

afterwards he’d tell his manager or smth to ask you to stay so yall can spend timw :((

would probably just listen to you talk and giggle or smile big when u tell him how proud ure of him

⌗ renjun

would be very surprised

wave at the fans in your area to not make it seem like it was just for you

when singing some of the cute lyrics he’d glance at you 💔

would bring his other members on your area so when he passes more often he won’t be as suspicious (work smarter not harder)

would love seeing your reactions omg

and ur eyes better be on him the whole time

or else he’ll be calling you out after you meet!!

would take a video of the whole crowd and slow down at ur area

for the memories and how u surprised him in his concert yk

would ofc love the feedback <3

⌗ jeno

POOKIEEEEE HE’D SMILE SOO BIGGG

he would probably tell jaemin and he’d smile at you too

jaemin would also the one to remind him of reality if he stares at you for a long time

or stays in your area for a long time ofc

would show his abs/reveal his body more than usual

he’d get shy abt it later on though

boy how much he wants to stare at u for the whole concert :(

but he can’t!!! so he does other things to involve u and stuff

like taking pics of the crowd (OBVIOUSLY with u in it)

loves u sm and cant wait to meet u later so u can tell him abt ur exprience

⌗ haechan

this little shit bye

would do the sexiest thing EVER

then turn to see your reaction and if ure surprised or anything like that he’d have that proud smirk

ANDDD HE’D DEF TEASE U LATER ONNNN

he’d be more energetic on stage and wants to give 100% of him

he wants to impress u sm (which he does ofc), hes like a little high school boy for u

he’d be extra touchy w/ renjun & the other members to make u “jealous”

which the members (and u) notice and just burst out laughing

idk i’d be a fun experience

oh and u better only look at him or he’ll give u a sassy attitude when u two meet

⌗ jaemin

love eyes

and id mean it like his pupils would grow and all that

if u brought signs he’d read them out loud so it would seem like ure just a fan

and if u brought plushies AND are close to the stage??? he’s getting ur plushies first!!

will be VERY focused on the performances cause he knows that u distract him (for good like he loves u)

but he also wants to be amazing for u <3

would love if u hyped him up (u better lol…)

or if u sang along like he’d be so happyyyy

he wants u to enjoy the concert sm

he loves that u surprised him like a lottt

all that practice payed off bcz you’re there in the crowd <3

not that he doesn’t appreciate your support just by words too btw

⌗ chenle

idk why i feel like he’d know abt it

i dont have anythint specific abt it its just how i feel like he’d def know somehow

so if he spotted u in the crowd he’d have like a happy and proud smile like yawppp i knew it!!!

but would be so happyyy

after any performance or anything he’d do he’d look back to u to see if u liked it or not

would also pretend like ure not there sometimes cause jaemin pulled him aside and told him that he were taking MANY glances in your way HELP

so for some mins he stopped even looking ur way 😭 let alone go in that area

would bring jisung along later but would not tell him that ure there cause jisung would make it pretty obvious

you’re a big distraction to him 😓

(he loves that but he would never tell u)

⌗ jisung

theres the thing

he’d either

1) stay around ur area ALL the time

2) not even glance in ur direction

HE’S SCARED THAT HE’LL GIVE IT AWQY THAT URE THERE FASTTT

but if u guys havent seen e/o for a long time he’d pass most of his time there

however would ask for advice to his other members and often ask them if its too obv that he’s starring at u a bit too much

AND A BIT TOO LONG???

also he’d either

1) get super shy (stan new jeans)

2) be the opposite and get his sexy on (pls tell me yall know what song im talking abt)

but both things would get reactions out of u and that’s exactly what he wants :3

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Peach | Jaemin

Na Jaemin - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.5k

Pairing: Jaemin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving/Anal), Anal Play, Sex Toys (Butt Plug, Butterfly Vibrator), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Rough Sex, Squirting, Daddy Kink (he calls himself that once), Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: Jaemin isn't too happy his girlfriend doesn't like peaches…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, at least this is the longest.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍒 Haechan 🍒

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

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"You really don't like peaches?" Your boyfriend looked at you, looked utterly dejected at this new information. You sighed, flapping the produce bag so it would open, holding it to him. He dumped the five peaches into the bag he had carefully cradled in his arms and then added two more for good measure. As you put the bag in the cart you shrugged.

"I will eat them sometimes. They just are…weird."

"Weird how?" Jaemin took the cart from your grasp so he could push it for you.

"Why are they fuzzy?" You were a bit ashamed to admit why you disliked them so much. The texture was just so odd, it was like velvet. And you hated velvet too, it was unnatural. You much preferred nectarines, of a similar vein but NOT fuzzy.

"But they are so sweet and juicy…" He stopped to send you a mischievous look, "like you." He booped your nose with his finger then continued on, leaving you staring after him in disgust.

"Why do I love you?" You mumbled, trudging after him.

"Because I'm sweet and juicy too." He replied way too casually. You rolled your eyes and you two continued to shop, eventually getting the canned food. You grabbed a couple of different things, and you watched him put a can of pre-cut peaches in.

"We're buying fresh ones." You took it back out so he would put it back.

"These aren't fuzzy, maybe you'll like these." Jaemin tipped the can back and forth in your face, putting it in the cart once again. They weren't expensive, so you just let it happen. In the candy isle, you looked for your favorite kind and he came over with some Japanese brand of chewy candies, and they were peach flavored.

"Seriously?"

"I will convince you to like something peach. Don't make me get the Crush soda!" He pointed at you, finger close but not touching your forehead. Sighing you dropped the issue, finishing shopping then going back home. You sat at the counter eating some chips as he put the rest of the groceries away, he wouldn't let you help. He said it was because you were too short to reach everything, but he really just liked spoiling you. When he was done, he brought over the bag of peaches, setting each one on the counter in a row, smallest to largest.

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked, not sure you wanted to know the answer. He didn't answer, taking the can of peaches, opening it, and placing seven of the slices on a paper plate. In front of each peach, he put one of the candies.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" You reiterated and he held up his hand, telling you to wait.

"If you eat a certain number of each one, I will do different things for you."

"Like what?"

"What do you think, baby girl?" He leaned on the counter, smirking and you shuffled in your seat under his intense gaze. Clearing your throat, you closed the chip bag and shoved them to the side.

"Alright. What are they?"

"One candy equals one minute of making out." He pointed at each one. Jaemin moved to the slices on the plate.

"One is I'll let you ride my thigh." You nodded for him to continue.

"Two, I'll get you off with my fingers. Three, your vibrator. Four I'll let you suck me off at the same time. Six, I'll cum in your mouth, and all seven I'll fuck your face." He listed off, recognizing the look on your face with each level. He knew you too well. You swallowed hard and he flashed a devilish grin.

"Okay, what about those." You nodded toward the full fruits. He held one up.

"If you only eat one of these, I'll have you sit on my face. If you do all the other ones, plus one of these…" He drifted off, trying to keep his face flat, but he was still smirking. Your eyes followed his hand as he put the fruit down and pulled a bottle out of his pocket you had no idea was there. He set it down, the fluid inside was a peachy color…

"I'll use this." Jaemin leaned back against the counter opposite the island as you looked at the bottle.

"Real original. Peach flavored butt lube…" You sighed, but your cunt clenched at the thought. You had been talking about experimenting…

"Okay, deal." You agreed, holding your hand out to shake and he grinned.

"You sure, baby?"

"We'll see." You shrugged, trying to stay nonchalant. You were a little nervous, the last time you had canned peaches, you gagged at the slimy texture. The candies weren't too worrying, the artificial flavor was probably quite different from real peaches. He took you hand and shook it, leaning back again, nodding for you to start. Unwrapping the first gummy, you slid it into your mouth, the sugar decorating the outside rough on your tongue as your teeth sank in. It really wasn't too bad, though you wouldn't go out of your way to buy any.

"One minute." You started, unwrapping the next gummy. After you had chewed and eaten all seven, Jaemin smirked, coming around the island, and pulling off the stool to him. As he brought you to and settled on the couch, he set a timer for seven minutes, cracking some joke about seven minutes in heaven, then hauled you down onto his lap. He groaned exaggeratedly as he pulled you down to seal your lips with his, tongue already snaking its way into your mouth. Your head swam as Jaemin kissed you, he really was too good at it. You felt a bit of saliva drip down your chin, he was rough and noisy. You both were sucking air in harshly through your noses since you couldn't use you mouths, but not wanting to cut short the seven minutes in any way. When his phone alarm went off, his hand buried in your air and forced you to pull back from the kiss. You were both panting, but you were way more than him, with that stupid cocky grin on his ridiculously attractive face. With ease, he stood, you still on his lap. This forced you to wrap your legs and arms around him with a yipe and he went back to the kitchen, setting you on the island counter. He slid the plate over to you, grabbing a spare plastic fork and handing it over. This was more nerve wracking for you. You pondered if literally swallowing the slices whole would be less skeevy than chewing them since they got kind of rubbery in the can. Taking the first piece, you brought it to you lips, cringing at the taste of the syrup they put in the can to keep them the right texture. Sliding it in, the slippery texture made you gag slightly, so you just bit it in half, then swallowed both pieces. Thinking of it like a medication pill made it go down easier, since those weren't supposed to be appetizing.

"Thigh." He recited, stepping forward even further, standing between your legs where you sat on the counter. You swallowed again, making sure the pieces were done and then proceeded to do it again. The flavor wasn't too bad, but the texture was still unpleasant.

"Fingers." Another, swallowing both halves.

"Vibe."

"My cock." He placed his thumb over your lip, swiping a bit of the syrup away.

"My cum." You licked you lips that time, swallowing hard to get the rest of the sixth piece down. When you finally ate the last slice, he smiled deviously, running his index finger down your throat, as if following the fruit as you swallowed it. Before you could do anything yourself, he pulled away, dashing to the bedroom, coming back out with your butterfly vibrator. He came back over, pulling your butt to the edge, running his hand up your thigh and under your skirt. You shifted so he could flip it up, smiling at your pink panties. He pulled them to the side, your slick letting the silicone head of the small vibrator slide in easily. You shivered a bit as he got it all in and let your underwear settle back in place, the wings of the bottom of the toy cupping your whole cunt. He helped you off the counter, and you got on your knees in front of him. As you pulled his hard cock out of his sweat pants, you whined, lapping up the drop of precum beaded at his head. Jaemin smirked, holding the remote for you to see, then turning it on. Your breath hitched as he increased the intensity, you squatted further so the base of the toy hit the floor, allowing you to press it into your more. Opening your mouth wide, you sat like a good girl as he took his cock in his hand, leading it in. Listening to you breathe roughly through your nose, he kept going, filling your throat with his cock. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, loving the feeling of your throat trying to accommodate but not gag. Jaemin just held his cock there, your nose pressed to his groin, your hips rutting against your toy. When he could tell you needed to breathe, he pulled his hips back enough to allow you respite, then started to thrust his hips. Every fifth thrust, he shoved his cock as deep as he could, his palm laying over your throat feeling it stretch with his girth. He groaned loudly, he always did.

"Fuck, baby girl~" Your eyes were watering, tears flowing over your cheeks, breaths harsh through your nose and he knew you were close like him. His thumb hit the button the remote again and at the new intensity, you hit your climax, your moan around his cock helping him finish as well. You nearly sobbed as hot, thick spurts of his cum went straight down your throat. It seemed to never end, and your vision blurred from lack of air. Jaemin noticed and pulled halfway out, a few small spurts of cum still leaving his cock, then pulled out completely so you could suck in oxygen. His cock was a mess of saliva and release. Panting from where you squatted on the floor, you watched him shut the toy off, sighing in relief, and he picked up the full peach that time.

"Undress and get on the bed." He ordered and you scrambled to do so, sliding the toy out and throwing it in the bathroom sink. You slid your clothes off and sat at the end of the bed like a good girl, he came in not even a minute later, only in his pants and holding the peeled and cut fruit on a plate in his hand. Setting it down next to you, he went to the nightstand and got the plug you had bought last week.

"Start." You hadn’t made good on the deal yet, but he knew you would. When you picked up the first piece, you were relieved it wasn't nearly as slimy or sticky as the canned stuff, but you were kind of full from the previous parts, as well as what you swallowed of Jaemin's release. You were feeling impatient, so you scarfed it down, shocking him a bit, but you were licking the last of the juice off your fingers when he came to stand in front of you. He had given you the smaller one luckily, so you didn't have much to eat.

"Roll over, get on your knees." He smacked your ass lightly and you crawled up the bed, doing so, face on the sheets, butt in the air. He grinned, your slick folds had dripped down over your pucker. He opened the cap of the bottle, you shivered when the slightly cold fluid hit your rim. You had expected the tip of his finger, or even the end of the plug, but you gasped when instead, his tongue ran around your back entrance. It was peach flavored not just scented.

"Fuck, 'Min." It was an odd sensation, but not totally unwelcome. He noted that the lube had a very artificial taste, he much preferred the real thing, but if it was you he eating instead, that was fine. After a few minutes, he pulled his face away, licking his lips, then picked up the plug.

The toy was pretty small, but he still slathered it in lube, as well as your rim. He watched the muscle flutter around the silicone, and you whined a bit.

"Breathe." He coached and slid the plug into your ass. Your breath hitched, then you sighed and relaxed once it was in.

"How's that, baby girl?" Jaemin stroked the skin of your ass cheek with his thumb, your cunt visibly fluttering.

"W-weird." You admitted, and he hummed.

"Jaemin~" You practically squealed when the head of his dick ran through your slick folds, but he was taking his take actually starting to press in.

"Please!" You wanted to cry, needing him and so he relented, sliding home. You let out a slight choking noise, the burn of his cock stretching you so fast and hard, along with the plug in your ass, was overwhelming. He was nice enough to let you adjust to the new sensation of having something in both wholes, but it always took a while for you to get used to his cock. From behind he reached the deepest part of your cunt, and your tight gummy walls gripped to every ridge and vein of him. There was no verbal warning for him starting, but you saw his hands rest on and grip the head board, prompting you to do the same with the sheets.

"Fuck, princess!" He laughed in glee, not trying to be gentle in any sense, bullying his cock into your pussy as hard as he could, like he was rearranging your insides. Each thrust took your breath away, making you nearly hyperventilate. He was spewing the sweetest filth, praising you and your cute little cunt. How well you took his fat cock, and how much he loved fucking you stupid. You could barely babble in reply, tiny orgasms washing over you over and over.

"J-J-Jaemin-!" You dug your teeth into the pillow, the next wave coming was much stronger.

"Okay, baby girl, cum for daddy~" He chuckled as you whimpered, another hand thrust, and he was even taken away by your orgasm. Your cunt clenched even tighter around his cock than he thought possibly, spurts of slick spilling from your cunt, dripping and puddling onto the sheets. It was too much, too hot, that he made a few more shallow thrusts, then spilled inside you. You milked him dry, it felt like, and it made an even bigger mess. He sat inside you till he had nearly softened all the way, letting you calm down some and slowly pulling out. His finger circled the base of the plug, the end of it had a little emoji peach on it.

"You like peaches now, princess?”

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍒 Haechan 🍒

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

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