“What did you just say?” Doyoung said harshly, looking down on your small frame. He looked at your dress, the way it hugged every curve of your body, the way the color made your eyes pop. He adored you, but sometimes you were a fucking brat. Both of your chest merely inches from each other, he could hear how your heart raced; he knew he had you…but he wanted to see how far you would push it.
You stared into his eyes, keeping your composure surprisingly. His black hair was pushed up, exposing his forehead, making him look more handsome than usual. He wasn’t wearing anything special; a black shirt tucked into black jeans, with a chain. But damn, did he look good.
“I said, I bet Johnny is good in bed.” A small smirk rose on your face, as you watched Doyoung carefully. His hands were balled into fist, and you could feel the anger that left his body. He clenched his jaw, holding back anything he had to say to you. His eyes burned into you with fiery madness. Despite his anger, as you looked into his eyes, you could see the gears moving in his brain.
“What did you just say?” Doyoung said harshly, looking down on your small frame. He looked at your dress, the way it hugged every curve of your body, the way the color made your eyes pop. He adored you, but sometimes you were a fucking brat. Both of your chest merely inches from each other, he could hear how your heart raced; he knew he had you...but he wanted to see how far you would push it.
You stared into his eyes, keeping your composure surprisingly. His black hair was pushed up, exposing his forehead, making him look more handsome than usual. He wasn’t wearing anything special; a black shirt tucked into black jeans, with a chain. But damn, did he look good.
“I said, I bet Johnny is good in bed.” A small smirk rose on your face, as you watched Doyoung carefully. His hands were balled into fist, and you could feel the anger that left his body. He clenched his jaw, holding back anything he had to say to you. His eyes burned into you with fiery madness. Despite his anger, as you looked into his eyes, you could see the gears moving in his brain.
“Shit...” You thought to yourself. He always manages to one up you. Whenever you try to make him the slightest bit flustered, he always manages to turn it around onto you, making you the submissive one every time.
“What?” You question, preparing for the worst. He broke eye contact with you, scanning the room filled with sweaty bodies.
“What is it?”
“Baby, impatience isn’t a good look on you,” Doyoung snaps, grabbing a hold of your wrist tightly, but not enough to hurt you.
His attention directed to one spot of the room. You looked in the same direction trying to find any hint of what he was looking at. There had to be hundreds of people in Taeyong’s house tonight. Everyone in the crowd looked the exact same, and you couldn’t tell the difference between anymore. You continued scanned the crowd until you saw him, the one guy who towered over everyone, the only one who you could clearly point out. You immediately looked to Doyoung, worry spread across your face.
“Babe, I was kidding.” You assure him, trying to some damage control, but you get no reaction besides a tug on your wrist bringing you towards Johnny’s direction. Your heart raced, as you tried to pull away from Doyoung’s grip. You knew exactly what was going to happen, he was going to bring you face to face with him and have you tell Johnny what you told him.
You kept getting closer, and closer to the tall man holding a red solo cup. Unlike Doyoung, he was a little bit more dressed up; wearing a leather jacket, a white tee shirt and a pair of denim jeans. The way his jeans hugged his thighs did something to you. But you really shouldn’t be focusing on that.
The panic started to settle in more.
“Doyoung, im sorry! I’ll do anything.” You whine, but he ignores you. He pushed past multiple people till eventually, you two were standing behind Johnny’s tall frame. You pull on Doyoung’s arm as a last plea for him to stop.
Doyoung tapped Johnny’s shoulder with a smile. You could feel how hot your cheeks were getting, a pit of anxiety forming in your chest. Johnny turned around to face you two, taking a sip of his drink.
“Hey!” He smiles, brightly. You give him a small smile back.
“I’ll be back in two seconds baby,” Doyoung whispered in your ear suddenly, turning to look at your boyfriend. you nodded, watching him tilt his head to the left, telling Johnny to come on.
You watched the two men walk away, disappearing into the crowd. You exhaled loudly, slight relief washing over you. You knew you were in for it, but for now the least you could do is get yourself a god damn drink.
You walked over to the bar, pushing by the guest. You took a seat at one of the barstools. A handsome man was tending the bar. His brown hair was gelled up, and his cologne was strong. He smiled at you, making eye contact. You gave a small smile back.
“What can I get you angel face?” He asks, his voice was deep and sultry.
“Paloma, please.”
“Got it angel.”
You rested your elbow on the bar, holding your head up with your left hand, as you watched him mix away. The music changed, and it seemed to get louder.
Are you satisfied?
There's nowhere to go
You noticed the guy who was sitting next to you leave. He didn’t even finish his drink, weird.
You felt uneasy, as If someone was watching you.
I've been paralyzed
Well, I'll do everything for you
“Baby.” Doyoung breathes next to your left ear, his hand travels your body slowly. You perk up when you feel another hand slip under your dress, immediately clenching your thighs. But it wasn’t Doyoung’s, it was too calloused, it was too large.
“Hey y/n.” Johnny whispered in your right ear, making your breath hitch.
You didin't know?
Now the felling is gone, you're alone
You didn’t know what to do, how to react. You sat there, tensed up. Giving Doyoung a chuckle, knowing he’s got you flustered.
Johnny’s hand rubbed the inside of your thigh, getting close to the area where you needed him most, but never touching it.
Doyoung made eye contact with the bar tender, who was watching all of this go down.
“Dirty little whore. You didn’t think I saw you looking at him huh?” He snarked in your ear.
“Do you fall for every man you see y/n?” Johnny questions.
Your heart raced, them both whispering in your ear…touching your body. It was already too much to handle.
“What’s wrong, baby?”, Doyoung asks softly, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip
“You were so bold before. Cat got your tongue?” He teased.
You turn your head towards your boyfriend, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.
“Can we go, somewhere more private?”
Doyoung grabbed your hand, helping you down off the bar stool. He grabbed ahold of your hand, bringing you to the staircase. Johnny followed you two, he eyed you in your dress. All the boys thought you were utterly gorgeous, but no one would ever have done anything with you because of Doyoung. So the fact that right now, Johnny is about to undress you in the same room as Doyoung, he’d be lying of his ego wasn’t a little inflated right now.
Doyoung opened a bedroom door, tossing you onto the bed.
You looked around. The room was large, with a leather chair in the corner. It was obviously a guest bedroom. There weren’t any personal items, and it was decorated in the most generic way possible.
The door shut loudly, catching your attention. You watched as Johnny locked the bedroom door behind him. You watched as his tall figure made his way towards you. You sat at the foot of the bed as Doyoung and Johnny stood over you, making you feel smaller than you already are. The music was muffled through the bedroom walls. You looked up at the two men, waiting for one of them to say, or do something.
Doyoung leaned down and gave you a small kiss on the cheek, leaving you confused. He walked away from the bed and took a seat on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. You watched him, not expecting the words that left his mouth.
“Go ahead Johnny, show her what a whore she is.”
Johnny leaned forwards, grabbing the back of your head. The kiss wasn’t soft or romantic. It was rough, full of hunger. All the sexual tension fading away between you two at last. His hand grasped your wrist, his lips trailing along your neck. Your breath hitched as he brought your hand to his stiff bulge. He let go of your wrist, bringing his hand to the thin strap that held your dress up. He pushed it down your shoulder, his fingers trailing down your arm.
You brought your other hand down to Johnny’s pants and undid his belt, unlooping it and throwing it to the side. You could feel Doyoung’s eyes bore into you. The of your boyfriend getting turned on by watching someone else fuck you, was enough for you to go along with this.
Johnny broke the kiss, pulling you up off the bed. He slipped your dress off your short body, admiring every dip and curve. He realized how small you were, and it did things to him. The idea of you taking him whole, him bulging through your stomach, god.
“Leave her heels on.” Doyoung commanded, receiving a nod from Johnny.
“On your knees.” Johnny commanded. You dropped to the floor with no hesitation. You could feel the wetness between your legs already. You unbuttoned Johnny’s jeans as he took off his shirt. You looked up and admired his build. Fuck, he was so sexy. You pulled down his jeans and underwear, watching his cock spring up.
Johnny roughly grabbed the back of your head, making you look up at him. You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. He took in how pretty you looked right now, on your knees, willing to take whatever he gives you.
“Don’t act cute.” Doyoung warned you, making you swallow hard.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours sweetheart, alright?”
Before you could even respond to Johnny, he shoved his dick into your mouth; hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, tears already starting to brim in your eyes. Johnny grabbed the sides of your face, thrusting his hips at an aggressive pace. Saliva was spilling out of your mouth, and your mascara streamed down your face.
“God fuck. Look how good you take me.” Johnny groaned.
You could hear Doyoung undo his belt from the side of the room. Doyoung rose from the chair and walked over to you and Johnny.
“Put your hands behind your back.” He ordered, and you did so.
Doyoung took his belt and tied your hands together, Johnny never letting up on his pace.
“That’s enough.” Doyoung told Johnny.
“Give her the real thing.”
Johnny pulled out of your mouth, a trail of spit leaving too. You coughed loudly. Before you could fix your breathing, Johnny pulled you up by your arm and tossed you onto the bed. Doyoung sat at the top of the bed, watching your every move.
Johnny flipped you over onto all fours, so you could look your boyfriend in the eyes. He pulled down your lace panties to your ankles and lined himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds. You let out a soft moan.
“Johnny please.” You whine. Johnny looks up at Doyoung, waiting for permission.
“Remember the rules. You can’t come in her, and I’m the one who will make her finish. Not you.” Doyoung says strictly, Johnny nods in agreement.
“Look me in the eyes, baby.” Doyoung tells you, as you do so Johnny enters you with no warning. His length fills you up to the brim, his tip rubbing against the perfect spots. His large hand grips onto your waist tightly. A string of moans leave your lips as you adjust to his size.
“Fuck,” Johnny groans, as he starts to pull out.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
He nearly pulls all the way out till her slams his hips back into you. You shut your eyes tight, the pleasure getting to your head. Doyoung grips your jaw,
“Look at me.” He ordered, practically forcing your eyes open.
Johnny’s pace is fast, aggressive and almost animalistic. It has you gripping the sheets.
“Little fucking whore.” Johnny grunts, hitting you deeper than before.
“You have a boyfriend, and you’re letting me fuck you.”
Johnny continues, he spanks your ass, the movements of his hips become faster and you can barely handle his dirty words.
“Johnny-“You moan out, the pleasure making you feel high.
“Shut up,” he growls wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flushed against his chest. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling him squeeze around your neck
“I don’t want hear anything else from that mouth of yours.”
You can feel a pit forming in your stomach. Your moans become more frantic.
“Don’t come.” Doyoung warns you. You give him a pleading look, you can barely hold it.
“Only I’m allowed to get you off do you understand slut?” Doyoung spats at you.
Johnnys thrust become sloppier, you can hear his moans becoming louder.
“Y-yes”
“Yes what?” Doyoung ask
“Yes daddy, fuck!” You yell as Johnny hits your most sensitive spot making you fall forwards.
Johnny pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back. Johnny kneels over your stomach on the bed, jerking himself off. His moans become high pitched, his cum spreading all over your stomach. He gets off you and stands at the end of the bed, trying to catch his breath. You wish you had the same pleasure. Doyoung grabs your legs and brings them to the left side of the bed.
Doyoungs lips attack your neck, sucking ever so gently. A small moan leaving your lips, bucking your hips up to his clothed ones. Doyoung pulls away from you with a tsk noise.
“Now baby girl, relax. We’ll get there, let me just have some fun.”
“But daddy-“
“Don’t.” He warns you, eyes burning into you.
Your core burned with the need to touch him. You wanted to be able to feel him, make him feel good. It was killing you. His hot breath hovered over your right nipple, taking it in his mouth. You let out loud moan at the feeling. He played with the other, pinching it in between his fingers.
You rubbed your thighs together, wanting to come so badly.
“Doyoung-“ you groan.
“Tell me what you want baby girl.” He teases, removing his mouth from your nipple.
“Y-your mouth. P-please.” You whimper, exhausted.
“Good girl” He praises before leaving kisses from your boobs down to your stomach. He lowered his head down to your inner thigh, placing small love bites. You groan at every single one. You can feel his hot breath over your core to which you grew more frustrated with his games.
He dragged his finger down your wet slit, earning a small moan from you.
“So fucking wet. Dirty whore.” Doyoung growled, dipping a finger into your heat.
Johnny sat at the edge of the bed, watching the way Doyoung handled you, hearing your pretty little moans and seeing how your cheeks become red.
“God look at you.” Doyoung taunted, adding another finger picking up his speed.
“A fucking wreck.”
He lowered his head between your thighs, giving your clit a kitten lick.
“Oh fuck.” You moan out, gripping the sheets. You were already so close before that it wasn’t hard for that familiar pit in your stomach to return. You started to thrash your hips around unwillingly. Doyoung gripped your hip with his free hand, pinning you into the mattress.
“God, stay fucking still.” He growls in annoyance, dipping his head back down. He swirled his tongue around your clit, sucking roughly. He began to curl his fingers in you, hitting the spot he knew sent you over the edge. You can feel your orgasm building up and your moans sounded louder.
“Doyoung, Im going to cum.” you moan, moving your arms around.
“Come on, baby girl,” He said, changing his tongue for his thumb, he circled your clit harshly. The friction was enough it self to send you over.
“You know Daddy doesn’t like to repeat himself. Come.”
And just like that, your orgasm came making you throw your head back in pleasure. He continued to help you ride out your orgasm, feeling the way you clenched around his fingers. Once you were done, you could feel Doyoung remove his fingers from you. He placed his fingers into your mouth.
“Suck whore.”
You did as you were told, sucking your own juices off his fingers. He removed them from your mouth with a pop.
“Are you satisfied now?” Doyoung asked you. You nodded your head with a smile.
“Yes, thank you.” You look over at Johnny and he gives you a small nod, as he finishes getting dressed.
“Johnny you can go now, let me take care of my girlfriend.” Doyoung said helping you up off the bed.
You two watch Johnny leave the bedroom, you look up at Doyoung with a smile.
“What?” He ask.
You stare at him a little longer, a small giggle leaving your lips.
“What Is it?”
“Baby, impatience isn’t a good look on you.” You mock him, gaining a small laugh from him.
“Oh you’re in for it.” He warns leaning towards you
“Oh really?”
“Yep. Totally in for it”
His lips hover over yours. You lean up to kiss his lips, but he pushes you away. You give him a confused stare. He moves his hands towards your waist, and then tickles you with a big gummy smile across his face.
being lost. being in love for the first time. I met you when I was 18. is a collection of songs, a story, about and falling in love for the first time. a story about trying to figure out your own identity whilst being deeply intertwined with someone else’s.- lauv
↳ ↳ 📁summary: being lost. being in love for the first time. I met you when I was 18. is a collection of songs, a story, about and falling in love for the first time. a story about trying to figure out your own identity whilst being deeply intertwined with someone else’s.- lauv
being lost. being in love for the first time. I met you when I was 18. is a collection of songs, a story, about and falling in love for the first time. a story about trying to figure out your own identity whilst being deeply intertwined with someone else’s.- lauv
a/n: so so so sorry there’s been a big break I’ve just been really unmotivated but we’re back!!
[9:33pm] “Jeno, I don’t need to go to bed, Im not tired, I’ll be fine.” You whined standing at the edge of the bed. Jeno wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in between his legs, he looked up at you with a pout on his face.
“But. darling, I’ll be so lonely without you. Why can’t you just come curl up in my arms hm?”
“O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?” You giggle
[7:43] “you’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.” jaehyun whispered in your ear, fingers trailing up your thigh. you clenched your jaw, trying to not give him the attention that he desired. you were out for dinner with the members, celebrating their new album but jaehyun has been teasing you all day. just when you think he’s going to let you off the hook, he teases you again. all you wanted him to do was bend you over this dining table, in front of all the managers and members...you were so tired of this game. jaehyun slid his hand up your skirt and you let out a sigh, grabbing yuta’s attention.
“hm, no panties?” jaehyun questioned, slipping a finger into your core. you hummed silently, lips pressed together. you could feel yuta’s eyes burning into you, and jaehyun could see it too.
“look him in his eyes baby girl.” he orders in a harsh whisper and you did as you were told, making eye contact with yuta. “let him watch and see how much of a wreck you are for me.”
being lost. being in love for the first time. I met you when I was 18. is a collection of songs, a story, about and falling in love for the first time. a story about trying to figure out your own identity whilst being deeply intertwined with someone else’s.- lauv
being lost. being in love for the first time. I met you when I was 18. is a collection of songs, a story, about and falling in love for the first time. a story about trying to figure out your own identity whilst being deeply intertwined with someone else’s.- lauv
some of you dont spend hours creating art or gifs or fics just for them to be ignored or hit with the huge disparity in the like to reblog ratio and it shows
[1:42am] you walked out of the bathroom, dying your hair with a towel. you groaned in pain from your headache as you sat onto the edge of your bed.
you had a long night with mark. you two went out to the club tonight and it was your turn to be the driver so you didnt drink, but mark got so fucked up that you had to take him home early. he whined the whole car ride, calling you a party-pooper, and all the stupid childish insults he could call you.
you helped him walk up the steps to the dorms when he vomited all over your shoes. you groaned in frustration.
“god mark!”
you heard the front door open, you looked up to see johnny’s tall figure in the door frame. he noticed the throw-up on your shoes and he coudln’t help but laugh.
“dont start.” you scolded.
“do you want me to take him to bed?” johnny asked.
“yeah please?”
once you managed to get him inside the dorms, you drove yourself home. leaving you where you were right now with a headache and a pair of heels ruined.
your phone rang loudly. you grabbed it from the side table to see who was calling you.
mark.
“yes?”
“y/n. i have something to tell you.” his voice was groggy, and you could obviously tell he wasn’t sober.
“okay?”
“i fucking love you, you know?”
“yeah mark, i know i’m the best.”
“no seriously y/n, i loved you for a long time.”
you sighed loudly. he was so drunk he didn’t know what he was saying, and you weren’t going to get your hopes up. you’ve had feelings for mark for a while now, but you both were so young, and he’s always so busy. you just never felt like anytime was the right time to tell him.
“call me back when your sober.”
“y/n” he whined
“good night mark.”
and you hung up the phone.
[7:30am] you heard a loud knock at your front door.
“what the fuck?” you thought.
you grabbed a bathrobe off the hook covering yourself.
another knock.
“im coming!” you yell out in frustration. you tied the robe around you, covering your half naked body.
you made your way to the front door and looked through the peep whole.
it was mark.
you sighed in relief and opened the door. you looked up at him and smiled. you went to say something before he pushed his way through the door, inside the house. you looked at him weirdly.
“okay then, hi to you too mark.”
“What did I do last night?” he blurted out
“You puked on me.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry.”
you were going to leave it at that, but you couldn’t. even though you told yourself you weren’t going to get your hopes up but you just had to see.
“You also told me you’ve been in love with me for a while now.”
“Fuck. Worst confession ever.” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Would it get any better if I told you I love you too?”
and you swear in that moment, marks eyes have never been so wide.
[3:28pm] you layed by doyoungs side, your hand on his chest. his chin resting on the top of your head, and one of his hands softly rubbing your back. you had the flu and called out of work today and doyoung wouldn’t leave your side even though you told him it was alright and he should probably get to practice. you two were watching a cheesy rom-com even though doyoung hated them. you felt a sneeze building up, and you tried to repress it. you didn’t want to get doyoung ill but as hard as you tried, you sneezed loudly without anytime to cover your mouth. doyoung looked at you and scrunched his nose.
