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withlovemark

“don’t you know jisung?”

pairing: idol! jisung x idol! reader

words: 9.6k

an: this is definitely longer than i had planned…oopsie? if you’ve been here for a while, you should know this is a concept i’ve been wanting to write for jisung :3 and i finally did it! have fun! <33 hey alexa play when did you get hot by sabrina carpenter and shoutout to rosé for her funny dating story — with love, c.

warnings: noona kink. down bad jisung. smut! fingering. sex while frozen plays in the background. jisung has a big dick! (you all should know that’s the only way i will ever write him)

synopsis [MUST READ]:

park jisung. synonym. dongsaeng. little brother. the same boy who debuted a year after you, wide-eyed and timid, singing about chewing gum and wobbling around on hoverboards.

in truth, he was only two years younger. practically nothing. but in south korea’s ridiculous age system, two years felt like five. enough to draw a line. enough to keep him safely, permanently filed away as just your dongsaeng. so when your friend, mark lee, bless his soul, invites you to the dream show 4, you didn’t think twice. you went expecting nostalgia, pride, maybe a fond smile at how much they’d grown. you never expected for the word noona to sound so dangerous, inviting, and utterly, unfairly…hot?

this wasn’t the jisung you remembered. this was someone taller, broader, shoulders filling out a stage like he’d always belonged there. his voice no longer cracked with youth. instead, it wrapped around the crowd with intention, confidence, hunger. and when his eyes found the camera — something shifted. almost like he was looking straight at you. inviting you. challenging you. those dark eyes focused and wicked.

sweet, innocent, cute jisung — your dongsaeng — was gone.

and park jisung. synonym. a man with purpose. is ready to win over his long-time crush. to prove, once and for all, that he was never just a little kid.

🎬

the bass is still pounding in your ears when you slip backstage. the hallway smells like sweat, metal and adrenaline. staff rush past with clipboards and water bottles, voices overlapping, laughter spilling loose now that another successful show is over.

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p0ckykiss-deactivated20260427

train ride to heaven - park jisung

SUMMARY -> jisung was a 'saint', at least as close as one could be in this day and age, but then he sees you masturbating out in the open, in the middle of a god damn train ride, and he just can't help but get a taste of sin.

WORDS -> approx. 2k

WARNINGS -> female reader x jisung, jisung is a creep and watches reader masturbate through his camera, unprotected sex, public sex, messy and filthy smut, squirting, public blow job, public masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, top jisung, bottom reader

- requested [no]

it was dark when the train arrived, gliding along the tracks like butter, well oiled and taken care of, not that jisung really cared anyways, he was here to go to seoul, not admire the beauty of the machine that was going to take him there.

he lazily grabbed his bag of the ground and hung it on his shoulder just at the right time when the train stopped. boarding was a breeze and he could already tell what the next 3 hours are going to be like when he gets settled in his seat. and, he was right, the first hour was exactly what he imagined it to be, blasting rock music at high volumes and scrolling through social media. but, that was probably where his prediction came to a stop, when a girl with a black skirt timidly walked by and sat in the very back where no one was.

if it were any other girl, he would probably just go back to his phone and not think any more of it, but you had a fucking miniskirt on, with a scandalous slit that practically showed your panties.

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WHAT THE HELL?! I DONT REMEMBER MAKING THIS SIDEBLOG IN 2019

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doietopia

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ overdrive — l. jeno

pairing: f1 racer!jeno x lead mechanic!reader genre: enemies-to-lovers, smut, unresolved tension content: rough sex, dirty talk, hand around throat, exhibitionism risk, praise/degradation mix, anger-laced lust, slow burn snap, control and surrender w.c: ~2.5k notes: mmm, so i basically know nothing about cars or f1. everything i do know is mostly thanks to a friend who’s obsessed with it (i’ll admit leclerc is kinda cute). but yep, don’t take this too seriously, i really don’t know anything about engines at all.

the heat is relentless, already unbearable this early in the day. the garage swelters, thick with the smell of hot rubber and engine oil, even with the bay doors rolled wide open. summer heat clings to your skin like a second layer, thick and suffocating.

the sunlight pours in heavy and golden, dust drifting lazily through the air, settling over metal frames and stacks of spare parts. the car (jeno’s car) sits up, stripped open like ribs in an autopsy.

and you’re crouched low by the front wheel, sleeves shoved up, hair sticking to the back of your neck. sweat pools at the hollow of your spine, and your fingers are slick with grease as you twist the wrench, tightening a bolt he nearly rattled loose earlier by braking too hard into turn nine. again.

the rest of the world is just the hum of the lights, the creak of shifting metal, until the sound of footsteps breaks through—

“still playing with your tools, sweetheart?”

the weight of his gaze lands between your shoulder blades. you don’t even bother turning, your hands keep moving on muscle memory alone.

“you’re gonna strip that bolt if you keep over-tightening it.”

his voice again. he’s closer now. he crouches just out of your peripheral, that signature smirk audible in the tilt of his voice. it makes your jaw tighten.

“i wasn’t aware the car came with a built-in commentator.”

he doesn’t reply right away. you hear the soft thud of something set down, probably his helmet, before the sound of his shoes shifts closer. the air changes; heavier, warmer, like he’s bringing the heat with him.

“wasn’t aware the team hired someone with a god complex.” he says eventually, his voice tilting just enough to make the words drip. there’s a metallic clatter as he leans against a cart behind you, arm cocked lazily against the metal drawers.

your grip tightens. it would be so easy to throw the wrench at his head. you exhale instead. “look, unless you’re planning to do something useful—”

“—i am,” he cuts in smoothly. “i’m making sure my car doesn’t fall apart under someone who clearly hates me more than she likes her job.”

your jaw flexes around all the things you want to say but know would get you fired. you stand slowly, wiping your hands down your thighs. the grease leaves black streaks over the worn fabric, but you don’t care.

when you finally look at him, he’s already watching you, suit half-unzipped and tied around his waist, undershirt clinging from the heat. there’s a faint sheen along his collarbone, where his tank top hangs too loose.

“if i hated you as much as you think…” you say flatly, “you should be grateful i haven’t let your brakes fail yet.”

his tongue clicks, mock-offended. “for someone who says she can’t stand me…” his gaze flickers deliberately to your hands, then lower, lingering before his mouth curls. “you spend an awful lot of time on your knees in front of my car.”

you blink once, slow. “someone has to make sure it doesn’t fall apart mid-race. can’t trust the golden boy to keep it in one piece.”

jeno chuckles behind you, low and amused. “touched a nerve?”

you roll your eyes, brushing sweaty strands from your face. “try touching the engine instead. or is that too technical for you?”

his smirk deepens, the kind that suggests he’s already thought of five comebacks, all of them worse than the last.

“you always have something to say,” he mutters, and then he’s stepping forward, crowding into your space until your back hits the car’s frame. “always so fucking mouthy.”

your heart skips, pulse sharp in your throat. he’s too close now, close enough to feel the heat coming off his skin.

“you wouldn’t know what to do with me quiet,” you breathe.

his eyes flicker, lingering on your mouth before drifting lower, tracking the slow path of a bead of sweat as it slips just beneath the hollow of your throat. his gaze follows it like it’s got him hooked, then slides to your collarbone, pausing where your coveralls are unzipped just enough to tease. there’s nothing overt, but the gap is a quiet, dangerous invitation.

jeno tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a challenge. “try me.” his eyes gleam, like red lights about to go green.

you yank your hand back and reach for a rag, but he’s already moving in, eating up the inches between you until there’s nowhere left to go. your back bumps into the nose of the car, the solid warmth of carbon fiber pressing into your hips.

“hmm.” his hum is low, thoughtful, like he’s testing the taste of an idea in his mouth. “you keep standing in front of my car like that…”

his eyes drag over you slowly, deliberate as sin, lingering on the narrow curve of your waist cinched in the coveralls. you can feel the weight of it, how he’s stripping you down without lifting a single zipper.

“…i might just have to fuck you on it.”

the words don’t just land, they settle, thick and heavy in the charged air between you. you’re aware of every inch of your own skin, of the heat curling low in your stomach, of how close his breath is to the corner of your jaw.

you look up slowly, tension flaring like static in your chest. “you’re not funny.”

“i’m not joking.”

before you can answer, he’s on you, closing the last sliver of distance in a blur. his mouth crashes into yours, all heat and arrogance, lips rough and unyielding, tongue sweeping past your teeth with the kind of impatience that tastes like he’s been starving for this. his hand fists in the front of your coveralls, dragging you forward until your spine curves off the car.

then you’re weightless for a moment, his palms gripping the back of your thighs before hoisting you fully onto the hood. the warm metal hums beneath you, vibrating faintly with the residual heat of the engine. his hips slot between your knees like they’ve always belonged there, pressing in with deliberate weight.

his grip on your waist is firm, certain, claiming without needing to bruise. you should push him off. you don’t. instead, your fingers knot into his shirt, dragging him closer until the heat of his chest presses into yours, a hiss tearing from your throat against his mouth.

the kiss is messy, greedy, his teeth catching your lower lip just to hear the sharp breath you let out. the faint tang of motor oil clings to your skin, mixing with the clean burn of his cologne. you can feel the flex of muscle in his shoulders beneath your palms.

his fingers find the zipper at your chest, dragging it down without ceremony, knuckles scraping your ribs as he pushes the fabric off. his palms settle heavy at your hips, thumbs hooking under the cling of your tank top, sliding higher until the skin beneath is bared to the heat of his touch.

he pushes the cotton up, catching the edge of your sports bra, and cups your breast through it, his thumb brushing over the peak in slow, deliberate strokes until your breath stutters. his mouth is already on your neck, biting and dragging, tasting you like he means to leave every second of this encounter printed into your skin.

the next moment, your overalls are shoved down, pooling heavy around your calves. he’s hauling you up again, hands locked under your thighs, forcing your legs around his hips. the hood beneath you is hot enough to sting through your skin, but so is he, every part of him burning, pressing, filling the air until it feels like there’s no oxygen left for anything but him.

his mouth grazes your ear, voice a low rasp against your sweat-slick skin. “you say you hate me,”

“i hate you,” you pant, fingers already tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

he slides a hand between your legs, fingers tracing slow paths through your folds. “then why are you this fucking wet for me?”

“come on, darling… don’t act like i’m the only one who wants this.” he growls, teeth scraping your collarbone. you gasp, desperate hips jerking up into his hand. he grins against your throat.

“knew it.”

without warning, his fingers push inside you, two, deep, fast. your breath catches, shattering in your throat. his other hand locks around your hip, holding you firm, pinning you in place.

your thighs tremble, spreading wide over the car’s warm body. slick with sweat and his touch, your skin tingles. you clutch his shoulders as you grind shamelessly, your moans loud and raw.

“you’re not even trying to hide it,” he pants, palm working your clit in lazy, cruel circles.

he bites down on your bra strap, yanking it down with his teeth, mouth sealing over your nipple. his tongue circles, rough and demanding, until your head falls back with a soft, helpless moan.

you cry out his name, sharp and urgent in the stillness. he pulls back just enough to hear you. your whimper slips out before you can stop it.

“jeno—”

“say it again.”

you blink. breath shaky. “what?”

“my name.”

there’s no room for games in his tone. his fingers slide out slow just to hear the sound again. you try to chase the friction but he holds you still, smirking.

you clench your jaw, heart pounding.

“say it,” he whispers, voice low and dangerous. “or i’ll leave you like this.”

you hate him. hate how much you want him, how badly. you’d burn this entire garage down if it meant having him.

“…jeno,” you breathe.

with a smudge smirk his suit drops to his hips, revealing skin taut and warm under your greedy hands. your stained palms, press against muscles twitching at your touch. he sucks in a sharp breath when your hand brushes against him through his briefs, already hard, already impatient. then he frees himself, cock flushed and leaking. he wraps a fist around it, slow, deliberate, watching you with eyes wild and blown wide.

you reach for him. but he catches your wrist, voice low and amused. “greedy little thing,” he mutters. “all that attitude. no patience.”

he lines himself up, breath rasping, voice tight.

“fuck,” he breathes, dragging his mouth down your throat, licking the sweat from your skin. “been thinking about this since monaco.”

“you’re disgusting.”

his fingers push your underwear aside, thumb brushing your clit with sinful ease.

“says the one begging to be fucked on this car.”

you don’t answer. you just spread your legs wider.

and then he drives into you, one slow, deep, brutal stroke that steals your breath away. your cry breaks free, raw and unfiltered, as your body arches instinctively, heels digging into the curve of the car beneath you for balance. your hands clutch at the cool metal, searching for something solid to hold onto as the world narrows down to the harsh rhythm of his hips.

he groans low against your skin, his mouth pressing hard to the hollow of your neck, teeth grazing with a hungry edge that makes your pulse spike. each thrust snaps forward with unforgiving force, setting fire to every nerve ending, dragging you deeper into the delicious ache of being claimed.

“i should keep you like this,” he mutters, voice roughening as he moves faster. “bent over this car every time you mouth off.”

the car shifts beneath you, the subtle vibrations resonating through your core with every powerful thrust. nearby, tools rattle softly, forgotten against the storm of sensations overwhelming the garage. his grip slides up your throat, firm but careful, not enough to choke, just enough to claim you, to remind who’s in control.

his thumb presses down, circling your clit in perfect, maddening rhythm with each punishing stroke. the relentless pounding blurs together, sharp and raw, pushing you closer to the edge with every merciless movement.

he fucks you rough, unyielding, the metal groaning under the weight, grease stains trace paths along your thighs, across your stomach, even reaching your jaw where it glistens faintly in the dim light.

you’re stretched thin and stretched wide, every nerve alight, every breath shallow as his body drives into yours without mercy.

“you really gonna come like this?” he pants. “wrapped around me, on top of my fucking car?”

you can’t answer, caught in the haze of sensation. your moans mix with the wet slap of skin and the sting of his teeth on your shoulder. he’s everywhere, burying himself deep again and again until your vision pulses and blurs at the edges.

your whole body tightens, every muscle trembling as the wave builds, cresting with a white-hot explosion of pleasure that crashes through you like static electricity sparking through your veins. heat and sparks ignite behind your eyes, overwhelming and relentless. your cry escapes, raw and desperate, pressed deep against his neck where your lips find skin soft and warm.

that sound, your surrender, is what finally breaks him.

he curses low, the guttural growl vibrating deep in his chest as his fingers dig into your waist with possessive urgency. with one last powerful thrust, he drives deep inside you, his release flooding you in a scorching rush that leaves no space for anything but this moment.

he stays buried, breath ragged and uneven, chest pressed firmly against yours as if trying to steady the wild rhythm of his heartbeat. for a long, heavy moment, you both hang there, breathless, trembling, tethered to the raw aftermath of what just happened.

the garage hums around you. machines, wind, your ragged breath.

jeno slowly pulls back, his fingers dragging a lazy trail over your thigh. both of you still twitch, riding out the tremors of your shared aftershocks. your skin is flushed, your body trembling with the remnants of raw heat, and strands of hair cling damp to your sweat-soaked temple.

then, his voice breaks the quiet, smug, tired.

“bet you thought about this too.”

you hate how true it sounds, how easily your body betrayed every stubborn promise you made. a breathless laugh escapes your lips as you smack his shoulder, sharp and playful.

“fuck you.”

he grins wide, slipping his suit back into place with practiced ease.

“you just did, sweetheart.”

your legs wobble as you slide off the car, thighs glossy, knees weak. he watches you, his expression softened, curious, almost tender beneath that cocky exterior.

“you good?” he asks, quieter this time.

you nod, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

he meets your gaze and nods in return.

neither of you say it out loud, words aren’t necessary, but the unspoken understanding hangs between you like thick engine smoke:

this won’t be the last time.

injunism

this made me giggle (positive) but I can’t stop thinking about how low these cars are. I’m just imagining them struggling to get down (a bit awkward) on the nose unless it’s perched up but even then they’re so light I know yn as a mechanic was scared it’d fall if that was the case T^T (million dollar car ruined all for a good fuck: worth it?). a nice night read.

#m: jeno #au: f1 #nct dream #smut #e2l #good way to break my no reader insert fic reading streak

heads up, I don’t read many fics anymore unless they’re shipping fics (outside of kpop) so it’s likely I will also reblog those bc they deserve exposure

#injunism speaks

kongjjen

WHO IS IT ─★ lee haechan

SYNOPSIS: begging you to marry him, haechan promised you the moon, the stars hanging in the sky, and a few hundred million other things. but he never promised you the most important thing — the sun. and after all, that's all you wanted.

or, alternatively ── haechan has a plan of getting his grandmother's inheritance by marrying you, promising you that everything that was about to become his would also become yours. a lavish lifestyle, the liberty of being with other people — but you only wanted him. so what happens when haechan's plan backfires, leaving you both drowning in a sea of uncertainties?

PAIRING: husband!haechan x wife!reader

GENRE: fake marriage!au, marriage of convenience!au, f2l!au, angst, mutual pining, slowburn, smut, cheating!au

FEATURING: [brief appearances of] nct dream, aespa's karina, red velvet's yerim, riize's sungchan

WORD COUNT: 30k words

CONTAINS: fluff, angst, smut, slowburn, mutual pining, a lot of descriptive scenes (im so sorry). haechan is emotionally constipated, it takes him a billion years to realise some things. haechan is not the best husband, emotional neglect, emotional and physical avoidance. use of alcohol, cheating (mentions of, not actual scenes), smut (only between haechan and reader), oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, miscommunication, misunderstandings, rich!haechan, mentions of generational wealth and fraud, riize's sungchan (im sorry pookster), reader has a lot of insecurities and regrets.

NOW PLAYING: who is it by michael jackson

SERIES MASTERLIST: HERE!

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hollowdeath

obsession (hjp)

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader AU (18+)

summary: harry potter (19) is attending university after hogwarts, and isn't recovering well from the war. completely alone, harry soon grows attached to you, the girl from his potions class. however, his attachment quickly turns to obsession, and harry isn't sure how much longer he can be just friends.

content warning: smut!!! perverted thoughts/acts, shame, masturbation, stalking, obsession, yearning/pining, intoxication, jealousy, stealing panties, dry humping, cumming in pants, oral sex, overstimulation, penetration, creampie

a/n: sooo i wrote over 19k words in like 2 days. but i haven't written a proper fanfic in literal years so please be kind. heavilyyy inspired by "never have i ever" from @selfcarecap , please go read it when you have the chance!! this is very much a SLOW BURN, do not proceed if you do not thoroughly enjoy pining…ft. a shy, inexperienced, slightly obsessive university student harry who has jealousy issues and perverted tendencies but is still such a complete gentleman…some of this might not be book/movie accurate…sue me...

song: Do Friends Fall In Love? - Rachael & Vilary

#m: harry potter #Ik I only repost kpop fics but this was too good to not spread around #tw: obsession #au: college #smut

yojeongin

It’s my desire to give myself to you | p.js

→childhood friend!jisung x f!reader

genre: smut, romance, 80s au, childhood friends au, lost communication, open ended

synopsis: being the youngest in all friend groups has always proven to be beneficial for jisung but he’s no longer that little boy you met years ago. so why won’t you look at him for what he truly is: a man. he’ll have to prove it to you then.

warning(s): ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! obsessive and whiney jisung, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk jisung, vaginal fingering, implied age gap although it’s not significant, public indecency, unprotected sex, bratty jisung, praise kink, bulge kink, begging, creampie, virginity loss (virgin jisung), alcohol consumption, infantilization mentions, overbearing mother.

wc: 11.6k+ || soundtrack || ao3

#my work #m: jisung #smut #nct #nct dream #age gap #tw: cream pie #tw: oral sex #tw: obsession #tw: fingering #tw: public indecency #tw: praise kink #tw: virginity loss #tw: infantilizing

4everhyucks

— 01:29AM

cw. age gap, creampie.

jisung had been crushing on your since you both were kids. well, more like him being the kid, and you being a teenager. you’re 5 years older than him. if you think about it, it is kind of weird for a 12 year old to have a crush on a 17 year old.

the first time jisung laid his eyes on you, you were over at his house, on the couch of the living room, giggling with his older sister.

“is that your brother?” he heard you ask his sister. he found your voice so soft and sweet, the total opposite of his sister’s.

“yeah! sung come here and say hi,” she waved for jisung to walk over so you could take a better look at him.

it was love at first sight for jisung. you looked so different from the girls in his class. the way your hair falls when you brush them out of your face. the perfect smile you flashed at him when you introduced yourself, the soft pat on his head when you called him cute.

jisung thought his crush on you would be over after awhile, but it didn’t. he found himself wanting to be stuck around you 24/7 when you were over. when his sister held sleepovers, he always slept beside you, all cuddly on the king size bed with you slotted in between the two sibling. not that you minded, in your eyes, he’s just your best friend’s younger brother.

“sung get out! it’s supposed to be a girls night.”

you laughed, telling her it’s alright to have her younger brother in the room (again). jisung’s heart bloomed when you pulled him into your embrace, having him sat on top of your lap.

“you’ve gotta stop babying him all the time,” she rolled her eyes, glaring at jisung, “this is the last. time. you hear me?!”

when jisung reached the age of 16, he realised that it was no longer a simple crush. during his sister’s 21st birthday, their parents were out, which lead up to her throwing a house party. she allowed jisung to invite a couple of his friends over so he wouldn’t feel alone.

on that very day, jisung and his friends stayed in his room all night. he only saw you once, when you peeked into through the door of his room to say hi.

“fuck! i lost again,” jisung’s friend—jeno, cursed as he threw the controller on the ground lightly, “the game is fucking rigged.”

“i won jisung earlier so i’ll just say that you suck at the game,” haechan, another one of jisung’s friend chuckled, taking a gulp out of the giant coke bottle on the floor.

“whatever, i’m gonna go grab some snacks from the kitchen. y’all want anything?” jisung got up, dusting his pants.

“anything’s fine.”

“ice cream.”

as jisung turned around the end of the stairs, he was faced with your back leaning against the kitchen counter, with a guy chatting you up. jisung might be 16 but he’s not stupid. he saw the way the older guy eyed your body. jisung doesn’t know if he was being possessive over you or if he was just jealous, could be both. but he couldn’t do anything about it. he quickly rummaged through the fridge for ice cream. the sound of that might’ve been louder than the songs being played on the speaker, because you noticed his presence.

“ji!” you called out. he pretends not to hear you, with a tub of ice cream in his hand, he went back upstairs after shutting the door of the fridge with his foot.

“who’s he?” the guy in front of you questioned as he watched the kid disappear up the steps.

“birthday girl’s younger brother,” you answered.

jisung’s 18 when his body went through his second growth spurt. many girls fawn over him. he had grown much taller than before, his features are more defined now, and his muscles are super obvious too. not that you realised, you’re practically with him the entire time his body went through changes.

for some reason his sex hormones are shooting out the roof after turning 18. jisung had spent plenty of nights jerking off to dirty thoughts of you, to the point where he doesn’t know if he’s capable of holding himself back anymore. he’s not even slightly interested in the girls that practically throws themselves at him.

through multiple years of having a one sided crush on his older sister’s friend, he no longer knows what to do about it.

currently jisung is in his room, playing computer games with his friends.

“left! on the left!” jisung flinches when he hears haechan’s loud screams through his headset.

“fucking hell.” jeno utters, spamming the keys.

all three of them groan when the screen announces their loss. before jisung could say something about their last play, his door swings open as you walk into his room, flopping down on his bed. jisung takes his headset off, leaving it on the table.

“i’m bored ji,” you lay down on your side to face him when he turns his gaming chair to face you, “your sister went grocery shopping with her boyfriend.”

he hums, “why didn’t you tag along?” he doesn’t even care about his sister or her boyfriend, whatever it is, not when you’re on his bed with the tightest tank top and the shortest shorts he’s seen in his entire life. you’re not even wearing a bra. thats how comfortable you are with him. he bets you don’t even see him as a man.

“don’t wanna be a thirdwheel,” you sigh, but it came out sounding like a soft moan. jisung’s body tenses up seeing you flip over on his bed, your ass on display for him to gawk at. no way in hell you’re this naive he thought to himself.

he can feel himself getting harder underneath his sweats. “y-y/n, i just remembered that i have something important to work on, and i kind of need my privacy.. to focus.” jisung didn’t sound convincing at all, you quickly got up and sat on his lap, which causes jisung to bite on his bottom lip. it has become a normal thing for you to sit on jisung’s lap. the first time consisted of you telling him it was normal since he always sat on your lap when he was a child. you didn’t take it weirdly when you were sat comfortably on his lap.

“what’s so important?” you turn the chair to face his pc.

jisung grunts when you shift your ass closer to his crotch. he didn’t mean to stare down at your ass but, as a man, he couldn’t control himself. his heart starts to beat faster and he can feel his boner sticking uncomfortably on his sweats.

“ji is your phone in your pocket or something?” you ask, hands moving behind to grab his phone but you pull back when you realise that it’s something else.

“shit- sorry,” you quickly got up from his lap, excusing yourself, wondering why he had a hard on, “i think your sister might be back soon so i’ll wait for her downstairs.” you try to not sound too nervous, because why in the world would you be nervous and flustered?

your hands are already turning the doorknob, but before you could step out of him room, jisung slams the door shut. his tall figure hovering behind you, your back facing him.

“noona, i- i need you.” he admits as he grinds his cock against your ass, hands gripping your hips so tightly.

you gasp at the feeling of him rubbing his hard length on your core through your underwear. “fuck- ji.. we- we can’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“just once.. wanna feel you, please.”

you feel jisung’s hot breath hitting your neck, moments later he’s sucking and licking on your shoulders, nape, up to your ear.

you know you shouldn’t. you know. but you can’t help it. you know you’ll never be able to see your best friend without feeling guilty anymore, for wanting to fuck her younger brother. the little boy that you took care of all these years, grew up to be so.. alluring.

you whimper when jisung pushes your panties to the side, “wait ji- you’re gonna regret—”

he cuts you off, “no. wanted you for so long, wanted to fuck you since forever, wanted you all to myself, but of course you’d never see me that way, not back then, not now, and probably not ever. i’ll always be a little brother in your eyes. isn’t that right? i’m going to fuck you now, i’m going to make sure you’ll never forget it.. forget this. shit— never forget me, gonna ruin you for all the other guys out there, you’re mine. you’re mine noona, you hear me?”

his words are so intoxicating, so dirty, you wonder where he learnt how to talk like that. your breath gets slammed out of your lungs when he plunges into you, hard.

“fuck! ji!” you slap your palm over your mouth, trying your best to contain your noises. afraid of your best friend coming back early, and hearing your back being blown out by her younger brother.

“let me hear you noona.. let me hear how good im making you feel.”

to be honest, it’s impossible to not make a sound, not with the way he’s fucking into you. so good, so fucking good.

“pussy made for me, you’re made for me.. aren’t you?”

you nod, “y-yes.. yours, only yours ji.”

“shit- taking me in so well, fucking love you.”

jisung feels the way your walls flutter around him, “close?”

you nod again.

“cum for me.”

and you did.

so did jisung, painting your walls white.

you shiver, feeling full and warm.

—

“we’re home!!” your best friend announces when she walks through the front door with her boyfriend behind her, “y’all having that bonding time or something?” she says, noticing you and jisung by the counter.

“yeah.” you smile at her, thighs twitching as you sense jisung’s cum leaking out of your hole.

thankful that he allowed you to put on your underwear at the very least.

—

bonus

“holy shit. he really fucked her.” haechan chuckles in shock.

“didn’t know he had it in him,” jeno says, jaw dropping.

“i think i’m hard.”

“you think?” jeno laughs light heartedly, switching his tab to incognito mode.

#m: jisung #age gap #smut #nct #nct dream #tw: cream pie

sungstars

slut me out | njm x fem!reader

i.e you needed to give your situationship the time of his life after seeing his instagram story.

word count: 2.8k (not proof read)

content warning: situationship, open ending, smut lol, oral (m. rec.), fingering (f. rec.), explicit sex, unprotected sex(no!), creampie, lmk if i missed anything thanks!

author's note: two fics in one day! can we believe this LOL. would you guys be surprised if i said that i have a mark one that i'm hoping to finish and it'll be queued up for tomorrow morning/afternoon. i hope you all enjoy this fic and as always, dedicated to my crazy and delusional bffs. likes & reblogs are appreciated as always. requests are open till october 5th! i'm still working on my jay fic, and hoping to have that out by tuesday!!

“you’re fucking crazy,” you said once the phone picked up after the first ring, “you can delete that story, i saw it.”

jaemin let out a hearty laugh, “hmm? but jisungie looks so cute, what if one of my followers wants me to put them on with him?”

you jeer, fingering hovering over the red button on the screen, “you definitely could’ve posted him without making sure your shirt is unbuttoned and they can see the chain that i bought you peeking through. what if they’re crazy like me?”

“don’t worry, nobody has you beat in that department.” jaemin added quickly, “you can come over if you want.”

did you want to? absolutely. you needed to rock his world so hard that it was likely to be rated a category 9.5 earthquake.

“you can come to me,” you quipped back, “and hurry up, i dont have a lot of patience. don’t change either.”

“you’re so demanding,” jaemin whined, a glint of playfulness evident in his voice, “i have to stop at my other hoe’s house first, but i’ll be there.”

“not even funny.” you hung up the phone, rolling your eyes.

focusing back on your room, you jumped up in a panic. you needed to change and also pick up the clothes you had thrown all over the place.

realistically, you didn’t know if jaemin was kidding about seeing somebody else first, but if he wasn’t, you had about twenty minutes including traffic before he got to your place.

you shoved all the loose piece of clothing into whatever drawer or laundry basket they would fit into. doing a once over your room, you were satisfied with what you were able to do.

looking at your floor length mirror, you didn’t care too much about what you had on. a big t-shirt with snoopy playing baseball on the front.

easy access for jaemin, but you should probably change your dingy halloween panties from victoria secret into something cute.

perhaps pink? that seemed on brand for tonight’s theme.

you were digging through your underwear drawer looking for that lacey pink thong you got from the mall a few weeks ago when you heard a knock on your door.

“fuck,” you said, slamming the drawer shut to no avail and rubbing your hands down your hair to smooth out any frizz, “fuck.”

the knocking got louder, causing you to practically trip on air as you ran to grab the door.

“took your sweet time letting me in,” jaemin pouted. leaning against the doorframe when you opened it, “that mad at me?”

rolling your eyes, you pulled him in by his silky pajama shirt and closing the door behind him, “guess she wasn’t that good if you got here within the same hour of calling.”

jaemin smiled, dropping down onto your couch and sliding his shoes off, “i’d say she was pretty damn good if i got done quickly and i’m not here.”

you crossed your arms, scoffing at his comment and began to walk to your bedroom.

“you’re such a dick.”

“i heard that,” he said, jumping off the couch to chase behind you, “i'm just kidding y/n, you know it's just you."

"are you sure? cause you keep making comments about other girls, are you trynna compensate? i don't care if you see other people."

jaemin laughed at you for the nth time this evening, making you want to just slam your bedroom door in his face and lock him out, but unfortunately for you, seeing jaemin in those pink pajamas and gold chain sent you into borderline ovulation.

you grabbed jaemin by the arm, leading him to sit on your bed and standing between his legs.

"it's just you," jaemin reassured, a hand coming up to rub your hip gently, "just like driving you crazy 'cause i know you're really fucking insane."

jaemin got a whiff of your secret cloud perfume as you leaned down and kissed his neck gently.

"i'm going to turn you every way but loose tonight," you whispered into his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear, "and i'm gonna show you how insane i am over you."

a shiver went down jaemin's back as you kissed down his neck and to his adam's apple, making sure to suck dark marks into his skin before placing your lips on his.

his arms wrapped your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he deepened the kiss. your hands found their way entangled into his brunette locks, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, though jaemin just wanted to put up a good fight before letting you win.

you then slipped your tongue into his mouth, removing your hands from his hair and moving them down to his shoulders.

you gently pushed him back and onto the mattress, letting your fingers skillfully undo his pajama shirt, enjoying the smooth silk under your fingertips before pulling the shirt open.

jaemin pressed his hips up, hoping to get a small bit of friction on his growing erection and moaning when you rut your own hips down.

pulling away from the kiss, your chest heaved as you did a lookover his body. his plush lips swollen and glossy with spit, dark splots decorating his skin from earlier, his own defined chest moving rapidly as he tried to catch his own breath.

"you look so pretty under me, jaem," you complimented, your fingers dancing across his exposed collarbones and down his gold chain, "a sight only i should be allowed to see."

jaemin exhaled heavily through his nose, "a sight only for you. . please, don't stop. i want you. . i need you so badly, y/n."

how could you deny such a request from a pretty boy completely at your disposal? you weren't a cruel or dumb woman, so of course you'll comply.

you leaned down to attach your lips to his collarbone, biting and sucking gently as you made your way down his chest.

moving the pink fabric away, you let your tongue teasingly flick at his nipple to elicit a whiny moan from his mouth before taking his nipple between your lips.

"fuck y/n," he groaned, "that feels so good."

smirking to yourself, you pull off and stand up. the boy's eyes widened, trying to hold back another whine because why did you pull off? and why are you standing?

"c'mon," jaemin said, voice cracking slightly, "don't be a tease."

"a tease?" you titled your head as he sat up on his elbows, "if you beg, i'll consider."

a bright red hue cascaded over jaemin's face at your request, but he couldn't get any more pathetic than he already looked.

"y/n," he pleaded, "please do something. i am so undeniably hard, and if i don't feel those pretty lips or pretty hands wrapped around my dick that i know you love, i will implode and you'll be out of a bomb dick appointment and home."

a laugh escaped, jaemin really knew what to say to make you give into him. it's why you liked him honestly. he was funny and charming, and did in fact have a great dick that drove you insane. you used to be normal before he stuck his dick in you.

jaemin reached forward, grabbing your hand and placing it over his boner. that action alone could've made you cum in your panties because pathetic jaemin was probably your favorite jaemin.

you instinctively wrapped your fingers around it the best you could while it was restrained in those silky pants, slowly jerking him off and watching a bead of precum stain the fabric.

"see how hard i am?" he asked, breathily, "all for you. all because of you."

stroking your ego was one of the many things jaemin was good at, so you decided to play nicely and give him something to relief this tension you could feel growing in his body.

"take 'em off," you said, releasing his cock from your grip, moving back to give him room, "show me that pretty dick, jaem."

if you weren't standing in front of him, you were sure he would've fell face forward onto your carpet from how fast he was trying to get his pants down and off his hips.

once they were at his thighs, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before sinking down to your knees.

you were face to face with jaemin's cock, the tip an angry shade of red and precum still leaking from his slit.

spit began to pool inside your mouth the longer you looked at it, and you stuck your tongue out to swipe the precum dribbling from his cock.

jaemin moaned out, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, “stop. . put it in your mouth.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and looked up, “don’t make demands.”

the brunette’s jaw ticked, one hand coming up to your hair and the other grabbing the base of his dick.

he pushed your head back roughly, tapping the head of his cock on your lips and smearing more precum across, “don’t be a fucking tease.”

your eyes widened in surprise at the switch in jaemin's demeanor, but instead of giving him a hard time, you complied by opening your mouth for him.

without hesitation, jaemin shoved his cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag and tears well up in your eyes.

"don't get sensitive now," he mumbled, swiping the tears from your face, "now be good and suck. show me why you're my favorite."

his favorite? you should been his fuckin' only like he said you were earlier. what is up with the inconsistency? he's gonna piss you off.

you used your tongue to lick the under part of his cock, pulling off to leave just the tip in your mouth.

jaemin's grip on your hair tightened, trying his best to let you have control, but wanting nothing more than to just fuck your throat until you're sobbing.

you pulled completely off his cock, bringing your hand to jerk him off while you used your tongue to lick a stripe on his balls and gently suck.

the brunette's eyes rolled back, a string of moans and high pitched whines leaving his throat as you continued to toy with his balls.

whenever your hand reached the tip, you would squeeze every so slightly, causing him to fuck into your hand.

jaemin was close, and you could tell by the way he was whimpering and trying to chase your hand.

you looked up at him, smiling to yourself before pulling off his dick completely, basking in his borderline sob at the loss of contact.

"why did you stop?" tears welled up in his eyes, feeling like he would explode, "you're so fuckin' mean."

cooing, you wiped tears away from his eyes like he did earlier, "cause i knew you were close, jaem."

he sniffled, grabbing you and pinning you down onto the bed in one swift motion.

sometimes, you forget how strong he can be, causing you to get even more wet if that was possible. your panties were sticking almost uncomfortably to your cunt, and you were hoping he would do something to relief that soon.

too lost in your own thoughts of pleasure, you didn't even realize jaemin was pulling your t-shirt up until the cool air hit your nipples.

he used his lithe digits to roll your perked nipples around, causing you to squeal at the contact.

"love the panties," jaemin teased, using one of his hands to snap the waistband against your skin, "so cute and so soaked. god, you really get off from anything as long as it's me, huh?"

"you fuckin' wish," you tried to bite, but it came out as a whimper when he pressed his hand against your core, allowing for some friction of pleasure.

"shhh," he said, "can't even muster an ounce of niceness when i'm about to fuck you?"

jaemin flicked your nipples, smirking at your almost pained moan before moving down to take your underwear off, eyes watching how they were sticking to your sopping cunt, "so wet for me, hm?"

you nodded your head in compliance this time, "all for you."

he swiped a finger up your slit, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, "taste so sweet, but act so so mean towards nana, wonder why that is?"

you huffed, hooking a heel behind his thigh and pulling him close so his cock would make some contact with your cunt, a noise escaping your throat when the tip came into rough contact with your clit.

"that needy? what was it you said earlier? beg. beg for it, dumb whore."

degrading was something you and jaemin never tried, but with how effortlessly it slipped out of his mouth, you wish he would've done it sooner.

"jaem," you grinded against his cock, "please fuck me, y'know you want to. please, i need it so badly."

jaemin just looked at you unimpressed, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, looking at how you falter when his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves, "beg more."

you wanted to burst into tears, he knows how much you want him, he can feel how wet you are and probably at more slickness slipping out as he teased you, "nana, please put it in. i'll stop being mean, promise. i need your cock--i need you. please fuck me."

his left hand came up to smooth your hair out, smiling all his pearls at you as he slowly pushed the fat tip of his cock into you, finally.

jaemin slowly pushed himself into your cunt, moaning at how easily you took his cock, letting his hand fall from your hair and place pressure on your clit.

"it's like you were made for me, fuck" he gritted his teeth, thrusting shallowly into you, "taking me so well every time, your cunt just fuckin' sucks me in.. ha."

all you could do was moan in response, eyes rolling back when jaemin's gold chain smacked you in the nose, "fuck, too good."

jaemin rubbed your clit roughly as he picked his pace up, hips snapping against yours as your arousal ran down your thighs and his balls, creating a wet sound between the two of you.

you clenched around jaemin's cock, letting out high pitched noises of pleasure as he fucked you harshly, the knot in your stomach tightening and traveling down your pelvis.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried, placing your hand on his lower abdomen and trying to push him away, but he quickly snatched it and held it above your head, "jaem, fuck, please, it's too much."

jaemin ignored your pleas, "y'know you can take it, stop trying to run from it."

when jaemin snapped his hips harshly once more, you felt that knot in your stomach break and ecstasy overtake your senses.

you couldn't even muster the feeling of embarassment from how good you felt when liquid practically sprayed your thighs and jaemin's abdomen.

the boy tapped the head of his cock on your clit, groaning loudly as you continued to squirt before roughly showing himself back into you.

"jaemin," you squealed, back arching up, "i can't! i can't."

"you can," he said, fucking you harshly, feeling himself getting closer and closer, "and you will take this dick. you wanna whine about other people havin' it so bad, take it, slut."

with jaemin fucking you so soon after an intense orgasm, all you could do was sob and mumble his name. it wasn't going to take you long to cum again, and jaemin could tell about how you were clenching on his dick.

your fingers dug into his shoulders, creating red crescents as his chain smacked you over and over again, his orgasm approaching any second.

"i'm so close, angel." he whined, his thrusts starting to stutter and slow down, "fuck, can i come inside please?"

"o-of course," you nodded your head, your own orgasm approaching once more, "please cum in me."

one more snap of jaemin's hips and he let out a loud moan, stilling himself as white hot ropes of his cum began to fill you and create a creamy ring around his cock, "fuck, you were too good."

he began to thrust slowly to ride out your orgasms, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet praises into your ear.

once you pushed his chest away to let him know he was overstimulating you, he pulled out completely and laid next to you, chest heaving rapidly.

"y/n." he turned on his side, "i really do like you."

you smiled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers, "i really like you too jaemin."

he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and pulled you closer to him, "it's always been just you."

end!

#haven’t read a reader insert fic in almost two years thank god this broke the drought #m: jaemin #nct dream #smut

yojeongin

it’s too bad you’re married to me | m.l

→husband!mark lee x f!reader | ft. jaehyun + jungwoo

genre: smut, angst, tragic romance, miscommunication, marriage au, 2000s au

synopsis: all mark ever does is use weaponized incompetence to get out of small tasks you ask of him. when he finally realizes you resort to his close friends to do what he can’t— nothing can prepare him for what’s in your pandora box; now karma is set in motion.

warning(s): ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial, cum swallowing, jealousy, toxic relationship/love, insecurity, vomiting, work field harassment, mental health deteriorating, self sabotage, smoking, mentions of poor eating habits/self care, pregnancy, mark is a horrible husband. this is for the people who only know toxic and bad relationships, woohoo (...)

wc: 19.5k+ || soundtrack || ao3

part 1 | part 2

#my work #m: mark lee #nct dream #nct 127 #smut #angst #tw: toxic relationship #established relationship #au: marriage #au: 2000s

neochan

yuta taboo thoughts

i have this one recurring taboo thought about him where you’re both on the five o’clock train; it’s so crowded that you’re pretty much pushed up against strangers. it’s not like you’re creeped out, you take this route every day after work, but he’s new. the boy with the shaggy black hair who slowly inches his way towards you with every stop until his chest is pressed against your back. you try and shuffle forward to give him more room, but there wasn’t much to spare, so for a few stops, you and him are sharing a one foot square of space. he gets more confident the longer he stays behind you, slowly sniffing you hair, hands ‘accidentally’ skimming your sides. all you can do is grip the standing pole and grit your teeth. he’s hot. you know that. but were you really keen on getting felt up by a stranger on the way home?

he doesn’t mind the way you flinch and tense up every time his fingers graze the skin of your legs. shouldn’t you know better than to wear such a short skirt around so many men? men that glance at you every chance they can get. he’d kill them if he could. they shouldn’t be allowed to look at such a beauty like you — with their perverted tongues licking their lips, and greedy eyes. but he won’t confront them. he won’t even confront you. he’ll just touch the skin of your thighs, slowly inching up until he’s brushing the seam of your panties and you’re squirming against him. the only time you audibly gasp is when he presses his hard on against your ass. it’s thick and heavy, you can feel it — and you want it. you want a strangers cock. how fucking pathetic of you. were you that touch deprived?

so you don’t stop him, not even when he dips two fingers into you, unbeknownst of the passengers surrounding your huddled figure. and he’ll get off on it too, humping the swell of your ass until the front of his suit pants are stained with what should be inside you. he leaves swiftly, slipping his fingers from between your thighs and sticking them between his lips while looking at you dead in the eyes. he smirks, but is gone too soon, only three stops before yours. it gives you enough to time to fix your skirt, cheeks burning at the gaze of everyone. it’s like they knew you were just stuffed full of a strangers fingers. though you weren’t worried, all you can hope is that he’s on the train tomorrow — and he makes his way behind you again.

#m: yuta #nct #nct 127 #taboo #perv #ooh lord god bless

yojeongin

happy together | m.l + l.dh [FINALE]

→husband!lee haechan x reader x bff!mark lee

genre: smut, angst, hurt, marriage au, love triangle, forbidden affair, friends to secret lovers, 90s/00's au

synopsis: with you by his side, mark's convinced things are finally going his way. his mind is set on his plans but haechan has plans of his own that also include you.

warning(s): ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! toxic marriage, mutual infidelity, morally grey characters, jealousy, distrust, possessiveness, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, public sex, oral sex, mild sadomasochism, hair pulling and scratching kink, accidental voyeurism, biting kink, pet names, lots of making out, manipulation, all parties purposely hurting each other, smoking, mentions of death.

wc: 29.5k+ || soundtrack || ao3

part 1 | epilogue

#my work #m: mark lee #m: haechan #nct dream #nct 127 #smut #forbidden affairs #f2l #polyamory #au: marriage #established relationship #tw: cheating #tw: toxic relationship

neochan

can you do renjun smut, if you're okay with that?

& that hyuck ff you wrote was really good btw!🖤

— thank you baby 🤍

you can't get enough of him.

his body was already flush against yours, pushing you deeper into the mattress, but you wanted him closer. if that was even possible. he trailed kisses across your chest, up your throat and along your jaw, mumbling, "your so fucking pretty" with each press of his lips.

#m: renjun #nct #nct dream #smut

cannedapricot

the deal. || ldh

in which you never wanted to ask your stupid neighbor for help in chasing your dream man - but desperate times call for desperate measures - even if that meant giving lee donghyuck the satisfaction of parking his car in your spot.

word count: 3.5k

genre, warnings: fluff at the end, smidge of angst, slice of life, neighbor!au, high school!au, one sided enemies to lovers, mistaking admiration for love, very romcom movie there's a kiss in the rain scene somewhere in here, mark lee is in the same grade as the 00s for plot purposes, underage drinking, profanities

bgm: hits different by taylor swift, can i call you tonight? by dayglow, disaster by conan gray, i like me better by lauv, kiss goodnight by i dont know how but they found me

a/n: i read better than the movies and the whole time i was thinking "you know who this trope would look good on? hyuck." and thus this was birthed. there's a another neighbor!au in my drafts but the brainrot has taken over i'm afraid.

A proud grin, the tinkling of his keys, an annoying strut. These were all the qualities Lee Donghyuck sported in this very moment as he climbs out of his car. Perfectly parallel parked in the spot outside your house.

If only you were rich. You'd run your stupid neighbor over in a heartbeat then pay the bail to get out of jail. Instead, you wear a scowl reserved especially for the boy, click your tongue, and park a good five minute walk away.

Technically, the parking spot was between your house and the Lees next door. But technically, the spot was 60% on your side, and 40% on theirs. So technically, shouldn't that spot be yours? Why was your shit head of a neighbor adamantly trying to feud with you?

The five minute walk, lovingly dubbed the "walk of shame" by both you and your sworn enemy, would be a lovely three minute walk home - if not for the Kims on the corner who loved starting conversations with whoever passed by. On a good day, you would get away with two minutes of conversation ("Oh sorry Mrs. Kim, I have an assignment I just must get to."). Other days? You weren't so lucky.

#m: haechan #nct dream #nct 127 #nct #fluff #angst #f2l #e2l #au: neighbors

dontflailmenow

a little TMI between friends

summary: sunwoo breaks reader’s brain with a little unexpected overshare, but then he takes the initiative to fix it – so really, everyone is a winner here

pairing: sunwoo x f!reader

word count: ~3.9k

genre: smut, friends to lovers

contains: adult content (this is 18+ folks), humor, teasing, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected!sex, creampie, fingering

prompt: “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

this one's for @biaswreckingfics because she humors me and I just love her, okay?

It probably wouldn’t have taken you quite as by surprise if you and Sunwoo hadn’t been just sitting there on the riverfront, eating ice cream cones, of all things. But you were enjoying what you thought was a perfectly innocent afternoon sweets break with your friend. Your obviously very attractive friend, but a friend nonetheless – and not the kind with benefits.

So when you caught him staring at your mouth, mid-lick at your ice cream, you didn’t think that much of it. You laughed. “What?” When he didn’t look away, you brought the hand not holding your cone up to your lips, wiping at them. “Do I have ice cream on my face or something?”

Which was when Sunwoo turned your world upside down, finally lifting his gaze from your ice cream to your eyes.

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

#m: sunwoo #tbz #smut #fluff #f2l

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