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EYE FOR AN EYE

Synopsis: As the new transfer in college you managed to befriend the popular sweet innocent girl everyone deems her to be. But as you uncover her true colors, you decide to put her in her place by going after someone whom she truly cares for, her father.

Warning: SMUT / Angst /. Swear word usage, cheating, Dad!Yuta x Daughters’BFF!Reader. Manipulation, blackmailing, revenge, reader is in college, engagement, mentions of drugging and backstabbing + more.

A/N: I’m back yall! So sorry for the long wait but hope you enjoy, those who have sent requests they will be posted shortly promise!🤍

Pairing: Yuta x fem reader

MARK

NCT AFFAIR SERIES

8:04 A.M

College students scurried off frantically to get to their designated classes. The campus is loud as they conversed with their friends. Some laughing and others tiredly yawning. A few silent with their earbuds plugged in and others running off inside the building. Just arrived, Yuri gets out of her pink corvette. The boys, her friends that were waiting for her are quickly at her side helping her with her heavy books. Asking if she woke up okay, wondering if she ate. What class did she need to get to. All as they bombarded her with questions, her girls came over and waved them off. Demanding to give her space and stop crowding her. All with a smile on her face.

Greeting her group of friends, she makes her way onto campus gracefully. A certain aura vibrates around her, it’s what many get attracted to. Her silky hair flowing freely down her back, her bangs barely covering her eyes as she shows her pearly white teeth each time she smiled. Manicured hands always greeting anyone and everyone even if they were strangers to her. Speaking with a soft tone, never daring to raise her voice as she stands straight. Posture never slouching and always wearing nice, clean attire. A skirt just the right size with a tight shirt that’s covered with a matching blazer to her skirt. Heels the newest edition and jewelry that costs most of the students monthly rent. Nakamoto Yuri was the it girl at the college she attended. Even those in near schools know about her, how could they not? Her family is wealthy, admired and respected. They do so much for the community and their success overseas is what makes the country proud to present such a family in their island. It wouldn’t be a surprise if all of Japan knew who she was. Her father is printed on every magazine cover, news outline. Yearly, a family photo is captured and there presents Yuri with a gracious smile. Glowing in her beauty and wealth.

Truly, she was the purity this world needed more of. If what she gave, really was purity.

Heels can be heard clicking on the ground, steady steps that get closer to her. The friend group was still rowdy. Consisting of seven if you include her. Three of them are her boy best friends. Aro, shaggy light brown hair. The tallest of the three but also the scrawniest. Known for his bubbly persona and optimism he’s spoken as the man of hope. Always ready to be your right ear to lend if needed, and has no problem giving you as much needed help. He shows his love through acts of service and although he tends to be anxious at times, he tries his best to get out of his shell if it means it’ll help others do so to. Riku, bright white hair, strands of his hair covers his eyes which results him in blowing it away from poking his eyes. Slight freckles near his nose and the second tallest. He has a bit of muscles, he tends to hit the gym but mostly it’s to work on his arms. It’s not a lot, but enough to still woo the ladies. He’s the chick magnet out of the three. His smile captivates any woman but unfortunately to him, never did it captivate Yuri. For the most part he was the class clown in all of his years in school and college is no different.

He can joke for days but can’t speak his emotions to save his life. A few small tattoos can be seen starting from his neck down to his chest. Lastly, Sota. The youngest and shortest of the three. Only slightly taller than Yuri and has jet black hair. A few slight curls but for the most part, wavy. A mole sitting on his right cheekbone. A slit on one of his eyebrows and a single earring dangling. Tattooed on his left arm but it’s still to be completed in a full sleeve. Despite being the shortest he’s the strongest. He has more muscles than Riku. He’s, the gym rat but he’s the sweetest, most caring person. Even though as the youngest he’s teased the most, he still makes any decision like a ‘gentleman’. The three of them are the rambunctious trio any one has ever known. And even though they manage to lose themselves in their own little world, they were the ones who noticed the new presence nearing. Their smiles faltered as well as their laughs, the girls grow confused and follow their sight.

Standing behind them, a new face presents themselves to the group. They couldn’t deny it, her natural beauty was jaw dropping. You were a natural beauty. You wore nothing but lipstick and eyeliner because your bare face looked as if it already had makeup applied on. Your hair as healthy as it can ever be, skin glowing and smooth. Your hands tender like it never had to lift a single thing. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, no Balenciaga, no Chanel nor Saint Laurent. And yet with the mostly black and white outfit you had on managed to reveal your most favorable aspects. The boys gulped at the sight of you, they wondered who you were. How is it that they never heard of you, were you new? A transfer?

“Hello, the name’s y/n.” You smile politely. Before any of the girls can say anything, the boys are quick to introduce themselves. “Hello! I’m Sota-“ “I’m Riku-“.“Aro!” Giggling, you tilt your head at them and give ‘em a once over. They weren’t bad to look at, but their high energy already seemed like it’d be draining. At least for you. Being pushed to the side, a girl with shorter black hair extends her hand out. She’s the smallest out of the group. “I’m sorry about them, I’m Ai.” She smiles warmly at you. Accepting her hand you shake it. “Are you a transfer?” Nodding, you hum and show them the portfolio the school had given you the day prior. “Do you need help finding your class?” Riku asks you. “I Can show you if you want.” Sota adds. “Boys.” The girl to Ai’s left hisses at them. “Please ignore them, I’m Emi.” She goes to shake your hand. “No worries, I get that a lot.” You chuckle. You notice a look on Emi’s face but it doesn’t falter the smile on her face.

Emi would be considered the ‘bigger’ of the group. According to Japanese standards she wasn’t thin even though she weighs 140 lbs for someone in her twenties. Her hair was spread in two buns. Curtain bangs and makeup nicely done that did a nice job showing her cute nose. She wore baggier clothes, self conscious with her appearance, she prefers to wear oversized shirts than crop tops. Baggy pants than tight jeans or short skirts. Sneakers than heels. But her style still holds some sort of familiarity. And when you see her stand next to Yuri, the last girl yet to greet you. It clicked. The colors, the jewelry, the manicured hands and makeup. The clothes even look alike it’s just one is tighter, shorter and the other is bigger, baggier. Then you notice Ai, and see she too wears a familiar style to Yuri’s. It was obvious they looked up to her. Her influence was apparent in them.

“Hi hun! I’m Yuri. You might already have heard of me.” She giggles, a large smile on her face as she goes for a hug. Different than what her friends did. “Yeah, you’re famous.” Waving her hand at you she chuckles. “Not really. I mean I appear in a magazine every now and then and in an interview-“ “So how old are you y/n?” Riku asks you. Yuri is shocked for a moment but is quick to cover it. She watched Riku stick to your side as he awaits for you answer. A grin on his face as he listens to you intently. Just as he normally would with her. Riku’s never been this intent in knowing about a girl ever since he’s met Yuri. If anything, all his focus was mainly on Yuri when it came to any girl. And yet, you haven’t been here for a good five minutes and you captured his undivided attention. And not just that, Sota and Aro’s. They too shifted closer to you, paying close attention as they too had questions of their own to ask you.

Yuri isn’t going to lie, you’re beautiful. Gorgeous really. Your eyes bright like stars, as soft as those of a doe and smile that can brighten any gloomy day. Your giggle can be confused with those of symphonies and it’s what has her intrigued as to who you are. Wedging herself between you and the Riku who already had his arm around you. She walks you inside, “Come on, I’ll walk you inside. And you can tell me all about yourself.”

Ai, you come to find out is a bundle of joy. Apparently her and Sato are the youngest and have eyes for each other but haven’t done anything to make it official. She has a love for makeup, clothes and is actually studying to becoming a designer. Her father helped her get an internship at Calvin Klein where she’ll be a co-designer for those modeling in vogue magazine. She’s also the emotional one, like a golden retriever she holds a lot of love and gets attached easily. A bit oblivious and ditzy but she has good intentions. Emi is more level headed and a bit hard going. Like the mother of the group, she’s the common sense not many of them have. She speaks her mind and is very protective of her friends. Loyal to an extent and has had the biggest crush on Riku but it was only mutual given Riku has always had the hots for Yuri despite her never returning the feelings.

Yuri. She’s what they say the voice of reason. Apparently she helps band the group back together if there’s ever an imbalance. Soft spoken and patient she is able to see both side of the same picture. Aro and her have more chemistry. Unlike Riku, Yuri likes Aro. But much like Ai and Sato, haven’t done anything. There’s no real reason as to why, maybe it’s because she doesn’t want to make things difficult between the rest. Afraid to commit, or to cause conflict. Whatever it is, she keeps him at arms length.

They were quick to accept you into their clique. And it only took a matter of time before word got out about you and by the end of the day, you were practically a famous celebrity. Many glanced and whispered. Awes and oohs as they admired your beauty from a distance. Crushes already made on you, and then the chattering happened. “She’s as beautiful as Yuri, maybe even more.” One whispers. “It seems like Yuri has competition.” Another says. “She’s going to be the new popular girl trust.” And it kept going. You pretended to not hear. You feign ignorance just like the presence of Aro coming up behind you. “Y/n wait up!” Turning your head to see him send you a smile he chuckles awkwardly. “You going home?” “Actually I was thinking of getting a coffee. Wanna come?”

“Yeah!” Embarrassed by the quick response, he blushed and looked away. Giggling, you pat his bicep. Typical go to move and it works every time as just expected, he leans closer. “So where did you move from?” “Kyoto.” “Oh really? My parents live there.” “That’s cool, I’ve lived there my whole life but I decided I needed to start fresh and moved here.” “Well you did good choosing Tokyo. Very lively here, and lots more opportunities.” Nodding, the two of you are just about to enter the parking lot when you hear Yuri call out. “Where are you two headed?” Walking closer with the rest, she stares at the proximity between the two of you. Practically touching shoulders. “To go get coffee wanna come?” You tell her with a smile. “I do!” Ai says and Sato waste no time joining her to walk over to the two of you. “I can go for a latte.” Emi speaks. “I really want to try some of the refreshers.” Riku adds. Soon after, the eight of you were heading to the nearest cafe. Aro would admit, he was a bit bummed that it wouldn’t be the two of you. But when Yuri comes up beside him and looks up at him with a smile. He feels slightly guilty to think about not wanting her to join you two.

There wasn’t much dirt about Yuri. Since the first grade she has won countless awards for good sportsmanship, skills and behavior. She has won medals for all sorts of clubs she’s joined and was practically the smartest person. An ace overall. But it’s that, that causes suspicion. No one is ever that perfect. Surely there has to be a flaw she has, and much like everyone you were ready to accept that she was in fact perfect until you saw the clip. An unedited clip of the family preparing for an important dinner with the president. As Yuri’s mother spoke of what was being prepared, in the background was a maid. Hands together and head staring at the ground. Apologizing profoundly as Yuri scowled at her, cursing at her for spilling all over her now stained dress. The clip was cut out almost immediately after it was posted. Completely wiped off the internet and no matter how hard you try to find it, it’s completely gone. But you saw it. Maybe one of the few who saw it. And you would make sure to reveal Nakamoto Yuri’s true colors.

The famous ball the Nakamoto family would be hosting was just around the corner. It’s all anyone was talking about. Their large mansion will be absolutely packed in a short few weeks, the richest most respected people will be attending. Friends, family, acquaintances and more. And now officially part of their clique, they dragged you to go dress shopping. “How about this one?” You hear Emi ask to no one in particular. Lifting the dress up to the mirror in front of you, you watch as Yuri looks over the dress with a slight distasteful look. A tiny smile as she tells her it makes her look huge. “Maybe wear something less short and puffy.” She pats her shoulder before walking off to change into her selection of dresses. You notice the slight frown on Emi’s face, looking over and seeing an emerald green dress that goes down to the floor, an off the shoulders and slight sparkles towards the bottom of the dress. An underskirt with it. “Here wear this.” Motioning for her to enter the stall, Yuri and Ai come out wearing the dress of their preference. “You look pretty in them.” You compliment them. Grinning they twirl and ogle at each other’s dress. When the door opens, the three of you turn and find Emi nervously fidgeting with her fingers. “You look so gorgeous!” Ai squeals. Yuri who hadn’t said anything just watches Emi chuckle and look at herself in the mirror. “The dress does look nice.” Turning to face you, she smiles appreciatively. “Thank you y/n.” Yuri looks at your hands connected and forces a smile. “Emi you look lovely. You should buy it, maybe after this we can even do your hair. Maybe cut the bangs and some of the dead ends.”

“No need to cut the bangs.” You interject. Turning to face you, Yuri stares as you brushed Emi’s bangs to the side. “Maybe part them a bit but they definitely define your face shape well. Maybe even the ends and if you want do some touch ups on the balayage.” Emi nods excitedly in which you respond with a grin. “What about you y/n?” Ai asks. “Have you picked out a dress yet?” “Mmm.” Looking through the rack of dresses, you look at the many different colors and styles. But none gain your attention. “I suggest this one!” Yuri says and hands you a bright orange one. “Ew! Yuri orange is never a good color.” Ai wrinkles her nose. “But y/n you’re beautiful I wouldn’t be surprised if you could pull of that color.” Shrugging, you walk over to the orange dresses. “I’ll try this one.” While you go in to change, the boys had just gotten back from buying their tuxedos. Their loudness can be heard as they converse with the girls. Yuri quick to stand next to Aro where they begin their own little conversation. “How dress shopping go?” Aro asks her. “Good, I found my dress.” She shows him her blue gown. “I’m sure it’ll look great on-“

“Woah! Y/n you look fantastic!” Riku exclaims. Heads turning to see you walking out of the fitting room, the orange dress flowed freely down your waist. It wasn’t a bright orange, the kind that’ll give you a migraine. It was a sunset looking orange but the white layer underneath gave it a certain pop. Like Emi’s there were a few sparkles at the bottom and there were cleavage around the chest area. Only the top of your shoulders would be covered with a puffy silk material around it, the top looked one of a corset. The silk of the dress flowed beautifully that with every step you took looked graceful. “Wow.” Aro breathes out before taking a step forward. “You look…wow.” Giggling, you send him a shy smile that he returns. “Okay love birds, we better get going!” Ai squeals, none noticing the frown on Yuri’s face. Well none except you. Going back in to change, Aro waits for you and joins you to the counter. “I got this.” He pays for your dress, a shock to everyone especially Yuri. “You shouldn’t have.” He shrugs and hangs you the bag. “Wanted to.”

By the time the ball came, it was flooded with people. Many you didn’t know, but your beauty was ethereal everyone’s eyes was on you the second you entered. Ai squealing and shaking your arm, excited for you. Happy you’re getting all the compliments and jaw drops. Every year Yuri is the talk of the night. Paparazzi and news reporters all come together to see what Yuri would be wearing for the ball. Every year there would be debates on what she’ll wear and how she’ll outdo the previous year. Something Yuri always looks forward to. But this year, no one barely batted an eye at her. All of it was on you. Since you stepped foot out of the limousine, the cameras were pointed at you. Everyone dying to know your name, to figure out your name. Even the host of the night, and of the entire ball. Nakamoto Yuta.

The longer you stuck around, Yuri has started to feel neglected. You were the talk of the week, your face on every news outlet. And at school, people crowded you and not Yuri. People would bump into her and give her a quick apology before their attention went back to you. She felt like the black sheep, a shadow and for once, the side character. The smile she practically always had plastered on her face has started to decay little by little as you were the center of attention. Professors adored you, the Dean favored you and any person who came across you couldn’t help but want to befriend you. Truly, she had no idea how everything began to slip through her fingers so quickly. Yuri no longer sat in the middle when the group would go out to eat. No, you were. Everyone’s attention was no longer on Yuri, but on you. Every decision they’d confirm it with you, any opinion they made, they sought out your approval. And the bitterness little by little was beginning to bubble up inside the Nakamoto girl.

“Y/nie Can you please help me pick out an outfit. Sota has finally asked me out!” Ai claps her hands excitedly. Currently in the cafeteria where the boys were off getting snacks the girls sat at their designated table. With Emi and Yuri both at your side, they watch as the smallest one comes skipping. “Oh I can help you Ai.” Yuri speaks up, a soft tone in her voice as she turns to you. “I’m sure y/nie is very busy.” “Nope! Not at all!” You grin. Squealing, Ai comes up from behind you and gives you a big hug. “Thank you! Ugh we’re going to have so much fun on our dates.” “Our?” Yuri asks. Nodding, Ai pats your shoulders. “Yep! Our little y/n here was asked out on a date. By none other than…” giggling, she turns to look over at the three boys who were making their way over.

Emi gasps and widens her eyes. “No way!” The boys raise a brow and silent ask what was going on. “Aro did you ask y/n out on a date?!” The boys erupt in cheers as they look over to him and see he’s begun to blush. The group teases the two of you, Emi stands and grabs Aro’s hand to sit him next to you. “Y/n and Aro sitting in a tree, k-i -s-s-i-n-g!” As they celebrated the growing connection between the two of you, Yuri scowled. Glaring at you, she felt anger. She practically cursed you out in her head and wished to simply push you off a cliff for taking Aro away from him. It wasn’t until she notices a passerby had taken a notice of her scowl that she quickly changes it and beams. “Well I’m happy for you two.” She gains everyone’s attention, setting a hand on top of yours as she holds eye contact with you. “Thank you Yuri.” You give back the same plastic smile.

As you suspected, Yuri had slowly began to lose her patience. Her backhanded compliments continued and became more common. From your education, to your looks and your personality. The constant wedging between you and Aro to put as much distance. And the faking in order to gain the all the lost attention back on her. “Ow!” She falls clutching her ankle. “Yuri you okay??” They ask her but she only cries, wailing she can’t walk. “Please Aro help me up.” And he does. You stand back, arms crossed and a smirk on your face as you notice how she continues to cry out in ‘pain’. “How did you hurt yourself?” “I slipped on y/n’s purse.” She pouts. “Oh no, y/n why would you leave your purse on the ground?” Emi asked you. Shrugging, you change your facial expression to one of guilt. Playing with your hair you look down at the ground. “Yuri had taken up all the table with her makeup, i just didn’t want to bother her making space for my purse. I’m sorry.” “Well she does make a good point Yuri.” Riku says. “Yeah next time make sure there’s a spot for her stuff so you won’t fall again.” Sota adds. Watching as they lead her into the living room, you notice her jaw clenched and hardened eyes as she continues to fake her limp.

Things changed drastically the day Yuri insisted to throw a sleep over at her house. It was meant to be a small get together, a few drinks and play some truth or dare. Aro had excused himself to go get some water and you noticed only a few seconds later Yuri stood up to use to bathroom. It’s been exactly a month since you befriended them and a week of becoming official with Aro. Taking a sip of your beer, you stand up and excuse yourself. Taking slow, steady steps. You hide behind the corner that leads into the kitchen, and lord and behold. Was none other than Aro and Yuri. His eyes were widen as he’s pressed up against the counter, Yuri pressing her lips up against his and a few seconds later he reciprocates. Taking your phone out, you record the entire thing. Their kiss turns heated, Aro turns them around and sets you on the counter. When you felt like you had enough video footage. You take a step back and walk away not before causing noise that gets them to stop and freeze. “Do you think anyone saw us?” Aro says worriedly. “No, but don’t worry. It’ll be our little secret.”

Entering back into her bedroom where the rest awaited. You watch as she tries to fix herself, wiping her lips that were stained red. Patting down her hair and laboring her breathing. Her eyes meet yours momentarily, she pauses before looking down nervously. Taking a seat next to Ai who rushes her to choose truth or dare. After a while the group got tired and decided to settle down and watch a movie. Aro came to cuddle you in which you let him but when it was half way through the film and everyone fell asleep you slipped out of his embrace and walked out. The house was empty, the employees had already left and from what you were told Yuri’s parents were out of town for a business trip. Luckily as the only child she was able to have the entire mansion to herself. Fixing yourself a cold glass of water, you turn around abruptly when you hear a sudden noise. Standing there, in a black suit, hair slicked back and a suit case was none other than Nakamoto Yuta. The very man you’ve heard of for years and now here he is before you, in the flesh. A fixed smirk on your face as you set the glass down. “Well look what we have here, Nakamoto Yuta.” Raising a brow, he sets the suitcase down and takes a step closer. “Do I know you?” “No, but I know you remember me.” You were right, he did. The day at the ball where he stood at the top of the stairs speaking with his business partners he noticed the sunset orange dress. Your beauty immediately captivated him but unfortunately he wasn’t given much time to get to know you. He tried searching for you, to figure out who you were but it seemed like you didn’t exist on the internet. Untraceable, only images the reporters took of you the night of the ball.

Stepping closer to him, you extend your arm out. “The names y/n y/l/n. The beaut you couldn’t keep your eyes off of.” Feeling the ends of his lip curl, he nods and accepts your hand. But he doesn’t shake it, instead he brings it up to his lips where he presses a soft gentle kiss while remaining eye contact with you. “Well greetings y/n, may I ask what brings you here?” Shrugging your shoulders, you come face to face. Wrapping your arms around his neck which causes him to lean down to accommodate you. “You.” Leaning in, you press a chaste kiss to his lips and he doesn’t hesitate in returning the energy. Getting a hold of your waist he pulls you in. Pressing you to feel his growing bulge. “Already hard?” Growling, he tugs at your hair and pulls you down on your knees. “You got an attitude alright, but it’s okay I’ll fuck it out of you.” Unbuckling his pants you pull em down and free his constricted cock. Pressing a soft kiss to his angry red tip. His veins prominent, you let your tongue hang and lick a long stripe up from his base. You hear him let out a loud hiss, his slicked back hair has begun to unstick. Small strands of his hair falling on his forehead as he looks down at you. His hand making a shift ponytail with your hair as he gets you to take more of him.

“No teasing and suck, pretty girl.” Feeling yourself get aroused by the nickname, you obey and deep throat him. Pulling him out and spitting on him, you jerk off before taking him back in your mouth. The kitchen wall bounces off the loud gags and gurgles you make with every inch you take him in. Heavy breathing and low deep grunts Yuta let’s out. After a stressful business meeting and a blow out with his wife he decided to head home days early and now here he is, standing in his kitchen getting sucked by the chick he hasn’t been able to get out of his head since the ball. He doesn’t regret the decision. “Swallow every drop princess.” He grunts as he begins to thrust powerfully in your mouth. Your nails digging into his thighs as you feel him explode hot cum in the back of your throat. Staring up at him with innocent looking eyes, gulping every drop and pulling away with a pop. You show him your tongue to prove to him you listened to him. A chesire grin on his face as he helps you stand. “Turn around.” Leaning over the counter, he lifts your leg to rest on the stool. Dropping your pijama bottoms on the floor, you gasp when his tip prods at your tight hole, shutting your eyes and leaning your forehead on the cold marble surface. His ring covered fingers coming to grip your arms and place them behind your back. Using it as leverage to fuck you harder.

His thrusts were fast but steady, he was using you to burn off steam you can tell. His face concentrated and with every smack he left on your cheek it got louder and became more painful. You chuckle as he wraps his hand around your throat and gets you to stand. Your back pressed against his chest, “Careful daddy, get too reckless and you might just wake up Yuri.” Something in him was set off at the mention of his daughter. Pulling out and turning you to face him, he lifts you up. Quick to wrap your legs around him, he wastes no time in pounding into you again. “Don’t mention her again.” “But why? She is a good friend of mine. Wonder what she’ll think if she saw you fucking her friend.” Gripping your throat he presses you up against the wall and uses his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. Jaw slacking, you start to mewl by the over sensitivity. “Fucking brat.” He hisses, his relent never seizing. Your gummy walls grip him so tight he finds it hard to keep thrusting. Trying to muffle the grunts that are begging to come out. But he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction that you’re making him feel immense pleasure. That he hasn’t had a good fuck in a while and you’re making him go insane.

But you can see through him. Cupping his face, he glares at you. Too intimidate, he should be putting you in your place. To shut you up but instead he’s becoming obsessed with you. “Admit you need me. Say it and I’m yours.” Shaking his head he grips your hands and keeps them over your head. Looking down and seeing the connection between your soaked pussy and his slick covered dick. Spitting at your entrance he watches how well you take it all in. “Don’t fucking, ngh! - need you!” Shutting his eyes, his thrusting stutters as he shivers at the pleasure. He’s close, he can feel it but he refuses to climax. “Look at you baby, you’re becoming putty for me.” “Shut up!” Moaning out loud, he covers your mouth and continues to hit your g-spot. He doesn’t stop until your walls are constricting around him. Until he feels you come all over his cock, then does he set you down on your feet and walk off.

Catching your breath, you huff and roll your eyes. Pulling up your bottoms, you take a sip of your water and wonder back to the bedroom. Aro shifts in his spot but once he feels your presence he comes closer to cuddle you. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder before muttering a tired goodnight. Ignorant to the fact that you had Yuta’s juices running down your legs.

Yuri was becoming more and more careless. She thinks she finally began to regain her power. The attention would finally be hers again. Days went on and she and Aro have secretly been seeing each other. But you know. You see everything and as you continue to get popular, you are being told more about things no matter how much google searching would be able to give you. “Me and Aro need to go study for our upcoming finals, bye guys!” Yuri excuses them. “Bye baby!” You smile at him, leaning in to press his lips on yours, you see Yuri looking upset from the corner of your eyes. Just as Aro goes to pull away you notice the red hickey on his neck. “Burn yourself babe?” You ask as you press on the dark mark. Gaining the attention of others. Yuri’s eye’s widen momentarily, an awkward chuckle falls from the boy’s mouth before covering it with his hand. “Yeah, my coworker got me during one of my shifts.” Nodding, you wave them goodbye. And once they were gone, you excused yourself. “But you’re so fun please don’t leave!” They try to convince you to stay but you give them a sad smile and wave them goodbye.

“You got the files?” You ask the Dean once you enter the office. They nod and hand you a beige looking file with a name on top. Yuri Nakamoto. “Acceptance, SATs, and any other record we have of her is on there.” “I don’t see any acceptance letter.” “She never got one.” Raising a brow, you look up at them. “Why?” Shrugging their shoulders, you nod and thank them. Walking out of campus you get in your car. Shoving the file into your glove compartment, the door to the passenger seat opens and in enters the very man who fucked you in his kitchen nights ago. “Well, well well.” You say with a smug look. He doesn’t say a thing only leans in and kisses you hungrily. Moaning, you allow him to shove his tongue down your throat. And when he pulls you away roughly you bite your lip. “Knew you needed me.” “Drive.” “Where to daddy?” Glaring, he goes to buckle himself. “Your place.”

The keys to your apartment is tossed to the ground the second the door gets opened. Slamming the door shut as Yuta picks you up and slams you up against it. Removing you of your jacket, crop top and bra. He’s impatient and doesn’t waste time sucking your perky tits. You run your hands through his soft hair, you can’t help but feel content. Your heart beats rapidly and your heat throbs, yearns for him. “Missed me?” You hum. You didn’t expect him to answer but when his dazed looking eyes move to look up at you, capturing your chin to pull you in for a soft kiss you knew the answer to your question.

For the rest of the day, it was spent indulging in the man’s needs. You let him fuck you up against the door, you let him press you against the cold glass window. A perfect view of you and him, any one even paparazzi would be able to see but Yuta didn’t care. He spread you across the kitchen table as he ate you out. Didn’t stop until you squirted for him, until your cried for him. Until you begged him to stop. In the shower, he bent you over where he used the shower head to overstimulate you, and on the bed where he took you doggy style until he made you come into subspace. Even when you woke up, you woke up to him settled between your legs and mouth already attached to your breasts. The man was a beast and no amount of experience would help you prepare yourself. When he wore himself out, you straddled him. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, completely fucked out and passed out on your bed. You took this as an opportunity to take pictures of him, the scratch marks apparent on his chest. Love marks displayed on both his and your skin. Like a piece of art work created by Davinci himself, you toss the phone aside and lean down to pepper his face with soft gentle kisses. “Mine.” You mumble, admiring the beautiful man sleeping below you. His soft cock still snuggled deep inside you. “All mine.” You lay one last kiss on his lips.

Yuta has fallen under your spell almost immediately. His mind filled with the thought of you. He can’t concentrate any more, his business partners have to call out his name multiple times during meetings. Interviewers can barely get a decent response from him and his work ethic has been slacking off. His wife and daughter don’t make it any better given how much they nag him. They are never content with what they have, they want more. Need more, and it seems like they are one for the other. Yuri’s mother defends her wrongful actions, Yuri sees no problem with the ignorant thinking her mother has. The Nakamoto women have grown to be selfish, greedy, classist monsters. And slowly by the years, they began to suck the life out of Yuta. But you were different. You gave him oxygen, the life he thought has lost all these years. He feels like a man who had just been reborn and he finds it hard to ever come to let you go. And even though it’s wrong, to cheat on his wife. To put his family on the line, he can’t stop himself. Doesn’t he have the right to be selfish at least once as well?

So what if he masturbates to the thought of you in the shower? Or sends you nude pictures of himself to you? Or has sex with you in secrecy? To open his heart to you, to wish to live a different life where it’s just the two of you. Is it really so bad to say he’s fallen in love with you?

“Divorce her.” You tell him one afternoon. In his office, door locked and a strict order to not bother him at all. His shirt undone along with his tie on the floor. His black work pants slightly lowered enough to reveal his long veiny dick. With you on his lap wearing the shortest, skimpiest checkered skirt and a top that only covers your breasts. A finger curled to take a hold of your Diamond necklace, specifically the one he gifted to you. Leaning in to press a kiss on your boobs, he hums and squeezes your ass. “Is that what you want?” Cupping his face you make look you in the eyes. “With all my heart. I want to love you like you deserve, give you the life you lost. It’s not too late to give yourself a fresh start.” “What about Yuri-“. “She’ll have to deal with it.” You tell him sternly. He’s confused by the tone, it’s almost like you’re sure of something he’s not in the know but he doesn’t push it. “Your wife,” kissing his cheek. “Doesn’t know what love is.” You kiss his jaw, “doesn’t know how to love you,” he closes his eyes and relishes in the gentle kisses you leave on his face. “Doesn’t know how to cherish you.” Lastly, kissing his lips he gets a hold of the back of your head and pulls you closer making sure you can’t pull away faster than he wants to.

Groaning when you clench around his girth, he moves you to grind on him. His heavy breathing coming back when he lets you pull away. Biting your bottom lip softly as he looks up at you. “Your family has taken advantage of you left and right, but me…” grabbing his hand and lowering it to your cunt you hear him groan. The lust coming back in his eyes. “I know how to satisfy you. How to make you happy, make you feel loved…marry me and I’ll give you the world.” Whining when he begins to rub fast circles on your clit you look into his eyes. He smiles and kisses your temple. “And I’ll give you the stars pretty girl.”

The news of the filing of divorce between the Nakamoto’s hit ever news channel possible. It’s all anyone can talk about. It was sudden, unexpected and no one can understand how that happened. It seemed like the couple were happy. If anything they were admired for being such a happy loving family. And it didn’t take long for the rumors to start that maybe there was a mistress. That one of them wasn’t faithful, or maybe abusive. The people of Japan were demanding for answers and before she can prepare herself, Yuri was being bombarded with them every time she took a step out of the comfort of her home. At school she can barely walk by without being crowded. Ironic how much she’s grown to hate the crowding given it’s all she’s ever wanted. “Yuri did your mother cheat?” One yells. “Is your father abusive?” Another says. “Guys give her space!” Emi and Ai shouts as the boys try to put distance. Yuri only covers her ears as she rushes by with tears in her eyes. She felt humiliated, never did she think everyone’s eyes would be on her with looks of judgment and pity. Since when did everyone care what goes on in her family’s lives? What is it to them?

And as she enters the bathroom about ready to break down, she’s met with a few girls already there, reapplying their makeup. Snickering and smirking once they get a look of her. “How pathetic.” They scoff before shoving their shoulders against hers. Falling on the ground, she breaks down into loud sobs. She cursed her parents for separating. How could they do this to her? To embarrass her to this extent, how selfish could they get? Did they not care how much this would affect her? The door to the bathroom opens abruptly and in enters Aro. Concerned looks as he asks if she was okay. “Oh Aro!” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she seeks his comfort. So much they don’t notice a lurker just right outside the bathroom listening to them. What was suppose to be a reassuring hug turns into sex, a camera was snuck in and capturing the entire thing. “Oh you poor thing.” You tsk once you end the recording and walk off.

Yuri refused to speak to her father. After her mother told her that he was the one who demanded the divorce, she had a growing hatred for him. It wasn’t fair, her mother had no where to go. All the money she made she blew it up on luxuries and what’s left isn’t enough to satisfy her. She wanted a large mansion not an apartment. She wanted a driver not a personal car where she’d drive herself. But her budget didn’t cut it. All business she had was cut given she made contracts with them through her ex husband. More people began to believe the rumors that she cheated. No one wanted her face to be connected with their company in worry it’ll tarnish their reputation. She had approximately a week to move out before she was forced out. Luckily Yuta never wrote a prenup, seemed like the only good decision he made all those years ago.

Stressed with everything going on, he needed you more than anything. For a few classes you were absent because you refused to leave his side. And despite Aro and the others asking about your whereabouts you only gave them short responses and nothing more. “You did good baby.” You comfort your fiancé. The large Diamond engagement ring fits perfectly on you. The twinkle shines brightly, Yuta sends you a fond smile and takes a hold of your hand. Pressing a kiss to the ring, he pulls you for a hug. “I love you.” He murmurs in your chest. “And I love you.” And you do, which is why you went through great lengths to make sure everything came out in your favor. Laying him down on your bed, you undress him. Unbuckling his pants as you take his dick in your mouth. Your soft hand coming to fist what you can’t get in your mouth, the bright Diamond glimmering in the sunlight that enters your room. Yuta’s head is thrown back as he focuses on the pure bliss he’s receiving, letting his grunts fall out freely with each lick and suck you give him. Climbing on top of him and taking all of his inches, rolling your eyes back when he manages to hit deep inside you. Bouncing on his cock until you’re going stupid on him, his hand coming to brush your hair out of your face. Cooing at you as you try your hardest to not enter cloud nine but he’s addicting. You want more of him, you can never have enough of him. Which is why you beg him to take you, fuck you like he hates you and he does. He fills you with his white warm semen over and over again until your bloated with his babies. Falling asleep only to wake up and do it all over again.

The day Yuta brought you to his mansion, the housekeepers bringing in your luggages. Yuri couldn’t believe her eyes. “How could you?!” She shrieks, disgusted in seeing you hold hands with her father. “How could you do this to me? To Aro?” Snickering, you shake your head and pull Yuta’s head to kiss him. You felt proud to see her face turn red as she practically shakes in anger. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she glares daggers into your head. “I want to talk to Yuri alone, please babe?” Nodding, he presses one last kiss to your temple before signaling the housekeepers to follow him upstairs. Going to comfort his daughter, he’s disappointed to see her distance herself from him and give him a look of disgust. Once he was out of hearing range, you couldn’t help but laugh. “You bitch!” She seethes at you. “Never did I think you’d stoop so low. Guess you were the mistress my father has been seeing, should’ve known you were here with no good intentions.”

“Me? With no good intentions.” Chuckling, you take cautious steps around you. Your heels are heard hitting the tiled floor with each step taken. “Yuri, you know better than to be hypocritical.” You grin. Furrowing her brow, she continued to glare at you. “What are you talking about?” Chuckling, you clap your hands and shake your head. “Seriously, did you think I wasn’t made aware of whats been going on between you and Aro?” Her face drops to one of horror. “The sleep over, making out in the kitchen where anyone can see?” Shrugging you pick at your nails. “Eh but its okay, your father and I fucked about an hour after you fell asleep on the same exact spot you backstabbed me.” About to defend her honor, you cut her off.

“I wonder what Emi will think when she finds out the reason she’s feeling insecure is because you have been convincing guys to not approach her. Saying she’s, ‘emotionally unstable’ or how about she’s currently fighting off an, ‘STD’ Mhm?” “Lies!” “Really? So if I were to ask half the boys at school they would all say I made it up? How stupid of them to think you were doing it for Emi’s benefit. That you were ‘looking out for her’.” Laughing you shake your head and walk closer to her. “What about Ai?” “I did nothing.”

Tsking, you sigh. “Another lie.” Taking out your phone, you find the photo in your gallery and show it to her. It’s satisfying to see the color drain from her face. “Just the day after Sota asked her out did you just have to swoop in and steal her thunder. Seriously though? Did you really have to kiss him? Fifteen minutes after making it official?” Clear as day did the photo show Yuri and Sota kissing. The rest of the group just the room next to them. “How did you…” “Remember Yuri, I see everything. You’re not the sweet innocent girl you make yourself out to be. No, you’re arrogant, egotistical and greedy. Can never be happy for others, everything has to be about you. You need to have the most awards, medals, achievements, to be in the best clubs and go into a college with an acceptance rate of 3%.”

Frozen in her spot, she swallows when she sees you take out a file from behind your back. “Funny how there’s no record of being accepted to…anything really. And yet, what I did find were receipts. With large quantities of money. So tell me Yuri, how much did mommy have to pay in order to get you in without Yuta finding out? $1,000? $10,000?” Pushing you away she denies it all. “I got in all by myself!” “Really?!” You mock shock. “Because Ritsu told me, you sucked him off in order to enter the debate team and was paid to keep quiet?” Drawing her hand back, a loud smack is heard resonating throughout the large house. “Y/n!” You hear Yuta call out for you, climbing down the stairs he sees the red mark beginning to form on your face. “What the hell is wrong with you Yuri?!” Tears had formed in her eye sockets, some running down her face as she feels exposed. “I hate you!” She screams at you, “YURI!” His voice booms off the walls.

“You don’t know the kind of woman she is daddy! She’s only using you!” “That’s not true!” You say as you cradle your face. Standing next to him, you hold his arm and cuddle into his side. “I love you Yuta.” You soften your eyes at him, “But she won’t let us be happy.” You get your eyes to water. “She won’t accept that I love you and you love me!” “Don’t listen to her! -“ “That’s enough Yuri! I’ve had it with you! I wasted all these years trying to give you the life you deserve and you threw that all away with your greed. It’s my time to be happy and if you don’t like it, you can always move out and go live with your mother.” Shutting up, she glares at the scene in front of her. Her father inspecting your face gently as he presses a soft kiss to your face. “Ill get you some ice.” Once he left, you turned to look at her with the same satisfied smirk.

“You can try your best to separate us. But just remember, I can easily make your life a living hell. You wouldn’t want the world to find out just how evil you are right? Drugging Riku’s drink to have sex with you, manipulating Aro into thinking he’s only ever good enough being with you. Blackmailing the hundreds of people to keep shut, doing your dirty work and deleting any video footage that captures the real you. In a second, I can end you. So do us a favor, and stay the hell out of my business with your father.” Taking one step closer to her, her tears much more noticeable you lean down to stoop to her level.

“Because I’m going to love your father whether you like it or not, and he’s going to love me just as much.” Hearing him call out to you, you give her a wink and walk off into the direction of the kitchen.

And as you walk in and find the man you love holding an ice pack, you let him gently press it on your face. Sensing her eyes watching the two of you, you move his hand out the way and pull him down by his shirt. Pulling him into a heated make out right in front of his daughter without him knowing. And as much as Yuri hates her life at the moment, she will soon come to despise it even more when you decide to expose her crimes nonetheless.

[dongfuck]

Does He Know? - l.jn, l.dh

pairing: bf!jeno x fem!reader x sneaky link!haechan

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: cliffhanger ending, cheating, haechan centric, semi-public sex (car sex), exhibitionism, oral (f), temperature play, unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight anal (just fingering), mentioning other’s name during sex, masturbation, slight sexting, smoking (weed), nipple-play (m), handjob, ‘just the tip’, public make out

wc: 8k

note: inspired by swedish house mafia and the weeknd’s moth to a flame. and yes, i did change the banner.

recommended songs: a spotify playlist.

Your lips moved in sync with Jeno’s as your hand roamed through his soft hair. At this very moment with your boyfriend all over you, your mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. What is he doing now? Is he thinking of me too? Is he hooking up with someone? You immediately shook your head in hopes of getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts your mind was creating on its own. Just then, you felt Jeno pull away from the kiss with both his hands cupping your jaw. “What’s wrong?” His thumb rubbed smooth circles on your delicate skin in concern. “Nothing. I’m sorry…” Your eyes gazed to the wardrobe on your right, avoiding his. “No, it’s okay… We can stop if you don’t want to.” You swore you could hear a hint of disappointment laced in his voice but it was too faint for you to be a hundred percent sure.

Nodding your head slowly, Jeno shifted his position to beside you before turning on the lamp by your bedside, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable… Let’s go to bed?” his right hand caressed yours softly. “Yeah.” In the middle of the night, at around a quarter to twelve, you’ve found yourself awake with a snoring Jeno next to you. It was a habit, you could say. Waking up in the dead of night, grabbing your phone from the nightstand which you made sure was placed on Do Not Disturb, and opening the messaging app. You couldn’t pinpoint when exactly the whole ordeal happened. It wasn’t like you planned for it to happen but sometimes, sometimes, you get a little too greedy.

Your gaze shifted towards the boy next to you warily before typing away on your phone. He was awake. He always is. There wasn’t a time he wouldn’t reply to your texts or calls. Most of the time, you wonder why you were doing this. Is it right? Obviously it was not, but you were in denial. You wanted to believe what you were doing was right when you know it was not. Your fingers typed away without a care for the world and you felt almost as if you were being controlled. He had a hold on you that was impossible to release yourself from. Suddenly, as if you were shot with an arrow of realisation, your thumb hovered over the send button and your eyes flashed to the words ‘Online’ under his saved contact. This was wrong. You believed it was wrong. There was no denying anymore. It was wrong.

Almost immediately, you switched off your phone before slamming it screen first onto the nightstand and forcing yourself to sleep.

The next day was a blur. You’d caught Haechan staring at you with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. You’d avoided him all day. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that it was over. That you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Needless to say, you were scared of him. You knew what he was capable of and you weren’t going to risk yourself any further. Walking around aimlessly through the halls of your campus, you looked around frantically for your best friend, Kia. Your eyes trailed everywhere through the building that suddenly seems all too big and stuffy for you. A hand was placed at the side of your head, feeling all of sudden lightheaded and dizzy. You blinked multiple times before sprinting to the nearest restroom.

Both your hands found their place by the sink as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were red, lips glazed with saliva and eyes drowsy. You didn’t know your purpose here. Were you about to throw up? Or maybe your mind was simply just creating a reason for you to end up in the restroom. Turning the tap on, you pooled the running water in the palms of your hands that you took off the sink before splashing the liquid onto your face. The water was icy cold and you could feel your vision going blurry. There wasn’t an explainable reason for it though. Suddenly, as if you’ve finally gained your conscious, your eyes were clear again and you were no longer feeling the aching pain in your head.

“Surprising to find you in the men’s.” Your head whipped to the voice that was coming from your right. “Haechan.” You controlled the tremble in your voice. Though, it was hard not to notice it. “That’s me. Mind giving me the pleasure of knowing why you’re in here?” He was inching closer to you. You didn’t care to notice though. “I entered the wrong restroom. So if you’ll excuse me—” You attempted on making your way to the exit door but no way was Haechan going to let you go this easily after you quite literally ignored him last night. He took steps to block you from walking any further when you’ve reached less than a foot away from the door.

You avoided his piercing gaze from above you and looked everywhere but him. “People’ll come in.” You stated. “I’ll lock the door.” Right then, you heard a click coming from the door indicating the lock was flicked. “We shouldn’t be doing this in the restroom. Mind you, public restroom.” You emphasised on the word ‘public’ with a stare into his eyes. “Oh we’re not going anywhere.” Haechan’s right hand found itself in the dip on your waist as he pulled you closer to his heated body. “Then say what you have to say and get it over with. I have psychology.” You placed a hand between the both of you on his chest to keep a safe distance between you two. There was an amused chuckle coming from the boy by you that made you curious.

“No you don’t. I take psychology with you.” All of sudden, you felt your cheeks flare up at the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “Just talk.” The voice you let out was small and almost hushed but he was grateful to have heard it. “What happened,” There was a pause before he continued, “last night?” You could’ve lied and pretended you didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about and you believe you should’ve. But something in the way he looked at you and tightened his grip on your waist has you showing more than just a reaction. “I’m done.” It was the truth. It really was. But once the words leave your mouth, you felt like you were telling a lie. “You are?” He was bemused, you could tell. Maybe even in disbelief. “I am.”

You glanced above to stare at his confused expression. Haechan was obviously puzzled. Probably because no one’s said something similar to him before. It’s always him who ends things. “That’s new.” His eyebrows raised and dropped with an upside-down smile on his face, “Are you sure though?” that question echoed through your head endlessly. Were you? Were you sure? A lump in your throat was swallowed when you thought about it. At this, you could hear Haechan’s signature mocking chuckle filling the empty restroom. “You’re not.” He took one of his free hands and held your wrist that was still firmly placed on his chest and brought it to his lips before giving it a lewdly romantic kiss that you would almost be jealous of.

“You need me,” He kissed the inner part of your forearm as his eyes shut in ecstasy teasingly. “and I need you.” You couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if he was simply manipulating you but nonetheless, that was the least of your concerns at the moment. As the two of you were caught in the heat of the moment, there was an ear-piercing bang of the locked door followed by what sounds like a pissed man. “Open the fucking door you motherfucker! I need to pee!” He ended his rage with three bangs on the door before Haechan turned to look at you with horror. With a hushed voice, he said, “In here.” he pushed you to one of the empty stalls before all you could hear was the door getting unlocked and the sound of angry stomping alongside some bickering. Plus, you could also hear what sounds like peeing.

“What in fuck’s sake were you doing in here with the door locked?!” A shuffling of a belt was followed. “Sorry, I didn’t notice it was locked. I just finished taking a shit and heard banging on the door. It wasn’t me I swear.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the façade Haechan was putting on. “Well. whether it was or wasn’t you, just don’t do that.” There was the sound of running water and the hand dryer before you assumed the guy left. Huffing out a breath of relief, you waited for Haechan to call you. “He’s gone.” Opening the cubicle door with a peek, you walked out of the it annoyedly.

You made your way to the exit door with no obstacles this time but before you could leave through it, you heard Haechan calling your name from behind you. Rolling your eyes inwardly, you turned your head a little as a sign for him go on. “Meet me at the usual after classes. And don’t make me wait.” You said nothing and left the restroom with a forceful tug at the door. But it wasn’t like it was slammed, it simply retreated to its original place slowly. As you were walking to your next class, you couldn’t help but think about what Haechan’d said barely five minutes ago. Don’t make him wait? Hell yeah I’m gonna make him wait. Might as well ditch him. But you knew it was a bad idea. So you simply made your way into class as none of students seem to care about your entrance. Except for one.

“Babe! Where have you been? You were missing since lunch. Didn’t you check your phone?” Hearing Jeno’s worried tone made you somehow feel guilty and sad but you tried to hide your emotions from showing on your face. Instead, you patted your pockets for your phone knowing damn well you didn’t have it with you. “Sorry, my bag and phone’s with Kia.” Giving him a small frown, you took the seat next to him before giving him a peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry for disappearing like that, Jen.” a small smile was carved on your lips. “I-It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again.” You could see the hint of blush forming on his smooth cheeks and you failed to hold back a smile at that. “D-Don’t laugh at me!”

Your head was thrown back as strings of moans and curses left your parted lips. You’d met up with Haechan at the park you always go to and somehow, it’d led to him eating you out in his car. Your hands found their way to the locks of his hair before you began tugging on the soft strands. There was a brief moment where you could feel his determination in his movements but that moment left as quick as it arrived. In spite of the moment being so brief that you would almost see it as a simple misuse of strength, you were a hundred and ten percent certain he was determined to prove something. But what was it he wanted to prove? That he’s better than Jeno? You couldn’t quite wrap your head around it, but you also did not care.

So putting that thought to the back of your mind, you opened your eyes to meet his lust-filled ones before spotting the devilish sinful shit-eating smirk on his face. Grinding your hips onto it, you could make out what sounds to be a breathy moan leaving his lips and causing heat to pool between your legs. “Hae-Haechan…” Eyes were being rolled to the back of your head as you could feel your orgasm right around the corner. Haechan’s hum that vibrated around your pussy was what caused you to cum all over his lips making them even wetter than they already were. Kneeling by your knees, he stared at you with eyes that could burn as you take in the way his white button up was a few buttons loose, his necklace that was once tucked into his shirt now sitting exposed on his collarbone. It was starting to become too much for you.

The sight of his cum-covered red lips has you biting on your own as you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the hot liquid around them. “Don’t do that.” Both his hands was placed on your hiked-up knees before patting them with his fingers and letting the cool breeze hit your hot skin again. You breath hitched at the feeling as you gripped on his left arm tightly. “Come on, stop acting like you don’t like it.” He stated with one of the hands that was on your knees now roaming your clothed chest. For a second, you thought it was over. That he was gonna stop and move on. But no. The second his hand left your heated body, he took the cup that was empty of the iced water and was left with just the ice. Taking the lid off, he stuck his hand into the cup before pulling it out with an ice cube in his hand.

“Haechan.” You said warningly. Not in the car. “Just for a while.” Was the last thing he said before he was rubbing the ice onto your wet pussy. His unoccupied palm was placed over your lips to prevent your sounds from being too loud. His rubs began to increase in speed as your legs started to stretch before hiking up again. All of sudden, his movements stopped and the melted ice cube was replaced with a new one but this time, it was placed directly above your gaping hole. You knew where he was going with this. He’d done it countless time before that you’re starting to think he has some sort of ice kink. Pushing the ice cube into you agonisingly slowly, you had to suppress a scream at the feeling of your insides turning numb from the coldness. Haechan kept it inside you as his hands worked their way to undo his jeans before his boxers were pushed to his knees and his cock thrusted into you dry.

“Shit!” You managed to let out when Haechan’s palm was removed from your lips. You could hear the tremble in his voice when he let out the most filthiest groan ever heard. Both his hands found their way by your head as his thrust began growing faster by each passing second. “Fuck, Y/n…” You knew he was feeling the cool of the ice too when the cold liquid began dripping from his balls to the velvet seats. Crying his name was all you’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes and it wasn’t any different now. Gripping his shoulders painfully, you tried to focus on Haechan’s dick pounding into you but it didn’t help that your mind was suddenly reminded of Jeno. And it was worse when you accidentally cried out your boyfriend’s name.

It was as if time’d stopped and Haechan’s thrusting immediately stilled with a look of disbelief on his face. “Really, Y/n? You’re really thinking of him while I’m literally fucking you in my car? Are you that much of a whore?” His hips began moving once again but this time, it was faster than the previous. In fact, it wasn’t just faster, it was deeper, rougher, and painfuller. “Fuck, Haechan! I’m sorry!” The car was already shaking from the intensity of his rutting but seemingly enough, you actually wouldn’t mind if people saw what you guys were doing. Not that that would be the priority though. “You can never, never compare me to that piece of shit you call your boyfriend. I am always going to be better than him. At everything I do.” His words suddenly left a pang of hurt in your chest. Although he wasn’t talking about you, the way he spoke about your boyfriend made you feel the rage slowly pouring out of you but before it could spill, you quickly bottled it before tossing it to somewhere in your head to be thought about later.

As of now, all you wanted was to get your mind off of shit with Haechan’s cock stuffing you full. So full that you almost didn’t notice your second orgasm approaching. “Don’t. I haven’t came yet.” An annoyed whine left your lips before your grip on his shoulder loosened and drop to his firm arm. You traced the veins on his arm shakily as you heard an extremely loud groan slowly seeping out of him before you came with him. Hard. Unwillingly pulling out of you, Haechan placed his heavy cock on your exposed tummy and you felt the heat radiating from it even after being soaked in ice cold water. The hot liquid began leaking out of you and Haechan had to bite back the urge lick it back into you as he watched the line of white pooling at your asshole.

Reaching a finger over to it, he gathered the line of liquid before stuffing it into your lower hole with a few pump of his fingers. A soft moan could be heard from you as you tightened the grip on his finger. An amused chuckle emitted from the bottom of his throat when he noticed your gesture as he slowly pulled out of you. “Don’t think I’m forgiving you for saying his name and for ignoring me.” Haechan rolled his eyes with a lick of his fingers. Damn. I don’t need your forgiveness anyways. “Is that so?” You hadn’t notice that you’d said it out loud when both your hand was slapped on your mouth. “Is it?” He repeated. This time, he was closer by an inch. “No! Of course not. I was joking.” You smiled nervously at him after your hands were removed from your lips.

“That’s right.”

Sitting at the edge of your bed with your hand stuffed between your thighs as you stared at the pictures Haechan had sent wasn’t the type of ‘productive’ you planned on being today. It all happened so quickly. One time you’re innocently texting him and the next he’s sending you risky images on purpose. Your gaze darted to the white door in your room, making sure it was locked before slowly lying your back onto the soft mattress. A sigh left your lips when your fingers began moving against your clit in smooth circles. The wetness that was smeared around your heat was enough to make your movements easier. Reaching your fingers lower, two digits prodded at your entrance and you let out a dangerous whimper at that, instinctively swatting your head towards the door once again.

Your eyes were shut when your fingers started to slowly sink into your tight hole. At that moment, you were beginning to miss the way Haechan liked to fuck you. Fast and rough. The way his cock fitted inside you so well has you curling your toes in the air. Hiking up your knees, your heels dug into mattress beneath you allowing the comfortable material to dip by an inch. You glanced at the image showed on your phone screen as your fingers moved in faster and more pleasurable motions. Your head was tilted back with an inaudible groan leaving the depth of your throat before you unconsciously clenched against your own fingers.

You could feel your orgasm approaching but somehow, it felt all too far for you to reach. Something was holding it back and you have no idea what it was. You tried to pleasure yourself even more by taking tiny glances of the image of Haechan with every peek but still, you couldn’t cum. After a few minutes of trying to orgasm, you finally gave up with a huff of frustration as you forcefully pulled your fingers out of your abused hole. Sighing, you shut your eyes and took your phone before getting out of the bed and to the bathroom.

The feeling of the hot water dripping across your body has you smiling softly into the liquid as your hands rubbed the foam of soap onto your chest. A hot shower was definitely what you needed after a long, tiring day. Stepping out of the shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror with your head tilted to one side. Would Haechan still like you if he saw you like this? With your hair dripping and you body wet? Curious, you grabbed your phone from next to the sink and held it above your head as you stared at the front camera imitating doe eyes. Pressing the white button at the bottom of the screen, you snapped a photo of you naked with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

You patiently waited for Haechan's reply after having had sent it to him a minute ago with the caption 'was thinking of you'. You knew it was cheesy and corny but you didn't at the moment. You wanted to sound cheesy. The ding in your phone has you immediately opening the messaging app as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Smiling ear to ear, you read Haechan's response with a cheery feeling blossoming inside you.

haech: shit

haech: i wish i could see you like tht

haech: you look fucking hot

haech: send me another

Doing exactly what he said, you placed your phone against the hand soap horizontally before snapping a few more photos to send to him. Your favourite must definitely be the one where your exposed chest was slightly jutted out and your hand went to touch your pussy but fortunately, the countertop was covering it so he couldn't see much. You know he likes a little tease.

you: [Attachment: 1 image]

haech: fuck my dick's fucking hard

haech: wanna see?

haech: [Attachment: 1 image]

You swore on your life you heard a moan leaving your lips but it was too brazen for you to believe it was actually you.

you: wanna ride it so bad

you: it's unfortunate i can't come over

haech: why not? want me to come to ur place?

you: jeno's coming ovr in a bit

When he didn't reply despite having have read your message, you knew he was jerking off. In the middle of a conversation? Seriously?

you: dick

you: are you seriously jerking off rn?

haech: u shld do it top

you: what

haech: too* sorry tyo

haech: typo*

you: whtevr i'm tired

you: gnight

With that, you switched off your phone and wrapped a warm towel around your body and walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. Getting dressed didn't take that long. You simply threw on a black tee and a pair of green plaid pajama pants before launching yourself onto the comfort of your bed. Fun fact, you lied. About Jeno coming over. Come on, it's 10pm. The only people in the house at this hour is you and your roommate who is most likely asleep right now. And you should be too. Haven't I told you you're (most of the time) an early sleeper? Tucking both your hands under your pillow, you closed your eyes and hoped to be taken into slumberland but unfortunately someone had to ruin it.

The sound of your notifications blowing up your phone has you cupping your ears with both hands and what makes it even worse is when the ringtone starts playing. And it doesn’t help that it’s fucking Sticker. Picking up your phone from where you left it, you angrily looked through it to find the culprit and Lord and behold was he there spamming you with unnecessary information. Like, I don’t fucking care if your socks are yellow.

haech: i just came

haech: and it got all over my socks

haech: and they’re yellow

haech: my favourite pair :((

you: i don’t fucking care

haech: jeez what’s up with you

haech: you were all slutty just a minute ago

you: i want to sleep

haech: k then fine

haech: night

haech: wait didn’t you say jeno’s coming over?

“Hey, you alright? You’ve been spacing out lately… Y-You can talk to me.” Jeno halted your movements by taking place in front of you. “Jeno, we’re in the middle of the hallway.” You stared at him with warning eyes before he gave in and brought you to the lounge area a little further down the hall. There were many students there. Most of which are busy hunching over their laptops and probably wouldn’t even flinch if the building got bombed. The others however, were either sleeping or just talking. Sitting down across each other on two of the empty seats, Jeno cleared his throat and lifted his gaze to meet your avoiding ones. “Babe.”

You couldn’t look at him. Not after what you’d done. I know, I know what you’re probably thinking but there just something different about this time. It wasn’t like the countless times you’d slept with Haechan before. No. It was different. Was it timing? The feelings? You were yet to find that out. “Babe.” You heard Jeno call out for you again. Sterner this time. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There was a hint of worry in his voice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. To tell him the truth. Or rather, what he wouldn’t want to hear. It’ll hurt him. Bad. Like how it’d hurt any other person that’s going through what you’re going through right now.

A part of you could sense that he knew. That this was all a play to get you to come clean. On second thought, maybe it is better to come clean. Maybe that way, you wouldn’t have to hide anything from anyone ever again. But every pro has a con, doesn’t it? As I was saying, he probably knows about this little fling you have going with his brother. Yeah. Brother. It was a typical Saturday night when you first met him. Crazy am I right. You share a class and you don’t even know him. Anyway, you were hanging out at Jeno’s blah blah blah until… His brother comes into the picture. He was wasted. Probably stoned too. Jeno was scolding him for barging into his room but he said nothing. And then he left. Since then, every problem he had was yours. Every concern he had, was yours too. And vice versa.

So fast forward to a few months later, right now, with you having a potential serious talk with your boyfriend. Whom is sitting across you at the moment. Just waiting for you to say something. “I’m fine.” Your voice came out harsher than you’d intended it to be. You blame it on your dry throat. You noticed the way Jeno tensed up and the tone of your voice but you didn’t want to say anything. You felt bad, of course, don’t get me wrong. But your throat was drier than a dessert and you refuse to talk more than a couple of words. “You don’t seem fine. You know you can always talk to me if there’s something bothering you.” A smile was all you gave. Not an answer, a reply, just an empty smile.

Clearing his throat, Jeno continued as he stood up from his seat abruptly, “Well, I’ve got class so… See you at lunch?” you simply nodded. “Study hard, Jeno.” Oh God, what are you becoming. “You sound like my mom.” His eyes were squinting at you but before he left for his class, he gives you his signature grin with a wave to which you gladly returned. Sighing, you too got up from your seat and went in the opposite direction he did which you ended up bumping into your very own best friend. “Kia!” You exclaimed with an excited shout. “Y/n! Do you have class?” Kia questioned you suddenly. “Uhh yeah, I have English.” You noticed the way she rolled her eyes and that’s when you knew where this was going.

“You’re not asking me to skip with you, right?” Kia always skips. Don’t really know what she’s doing with all that time though. In your opinion, classes are a way to take a break from real life. A break from all the problems you have with your love life, family, friends, all of those. It also prevents you from doing anything dangerous or wrong. “Come onn live a little, will ya? We can go for a smoke, drink—” It wasn’t going to convince you the slightest bit. You’ve made up your mind and you’re sticking with your decision. “I don’t smoke, Kia. You know that.” You rolled your eyes at her. “Then accompany me.” And with that, she pulled you out of the building and to her empty place. “Where’re your parents?” You asked the moment you stepped into her house with her leading you to he bedroom. “They’re both at work. So it’s just you and me.”

Her room never changed. It looked the same, has the same aesthetic, and even smelled the same. Sitting on the edge of her bed, you watched as she pulled out a bowl and a lighter from the bottom drawer of her nightstand before laying on the bed with her stomach faced down next to you. Putting the slimmer end of the bowl between her lips, she carefully lighted the other end before inhaling a big breath of weed and releasing in with a long sigh. “Want some?” Kia looked at you expectantly when she handed you the bowl but you politely refused, “No thank you.” to which she replied with, “More for me then.”

The two of you shared a conversation for about less than half an hour until a curious question from her catches you off-guard. “What’s going on between you and Haechan?” You could sense your eyes going a tad bit wider than before but you tried to hide your shock. “What do you mean? There’s nothing going on between us.” Lies. Plain lies. You were hoping that Kia doesn’t find out. She’s gonna tell the whole world. “I see the way you look at him. You love him.” She took another inhale from the bowl. “What? That’s absurd. I love Jeno, stupid.” Lightly pushing her shoulder, Kia kept a suspicious expression plastered onto her face. “I know, I know. But there’s nothing wrong with loving two men at the same time, right? You don’t get to choose who you love.”

“Okay, I think you’ve had too much weed.”

“You can tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“About you and Haechan, obviously!”

You sighed for the nth time that day. This girl is really going to be the death of you one day. “There’s nothing going on between us, I’ve told you that.” Your annoyed eyes met hers before she continued. “But I don’t believe you.” Groaning, you fell on your back against the bed and covered your face with both of your hands. “Then don’t believe me all you want. I don’t give a fuck.” you said. “Okay, Sarah Hyland.” You heard the sound of the bowl being place back into the bottom drawer before you felt the unoccupied space on the mattress next to you sink and Kia was seen laying next to you with her arms behind her head. “So then… You’re not super duper madly in love with Haechan?” she teased.

“Kia!”

“Jeno, I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the other day.” You fiddled with your fingers as you sat cross-legged on Jeno’s bed. Coming over to his place has always been a thing between you two. You enjoy staying at his because his parents like you, the house is quiet, and because Haechan’s there. But you never really get to see him though. You’re always too busy with Jeno and whenever you do get the time to check on him, he won’t leave his room. “Hey, it’s okay,” Both his hands reached out to cup yours before bringing them to his lips and kissing them tenderly. “I’m not mad at you.” You could sense the honesty in his calm voice but you couldn’t help but feel even more guilty at the statement. “I— I shouldn’t have said that. It was wrong that I raised my voice at you but I swear that I didn’t mean it—”

Jeno’s grip on your hands tightened before he was staring into your brown orbs deeply. “Y/n. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He repeated. Smiling, you leaned closer towards him before placing a small peck onto his left cheek. You watched as his cheeks heat up and his eyes widening by a fraction. “I was not expecting that.” There was a small chuckle followed shortly after and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Laying on your back, you pulled him from his seating position to lay beside you and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. It wasn’t a shocker when he returned it just as warm. Shutting your eyes, you unconsciously melded yourself into his body and is now breathing softly against his neck. “That tickles.” Jeno muttered under his breath with an airy laugh.

“It does?” Blowing more air teasing onto his fair skin, Jeno let out a deep laugh at that as he struggles to pull away from your grip. “Babe!” You swore you heard a giggle leave his throat but that was the least of your concerns at the moment as you stared at his lips when he finally managed to pull away from you. You saw the way he slowly leaned towards you for a kiss and with you having the same thoughts, you instantly pressed your lips against him, almost too aggressively. But the two of you were slowly getting used to the aggression and now you’re both hungrily sucking away at each other’s faces. Usually aggression only appears with Haechan. So you’re a bit surprised when he responded your aggression with even more aggression. Woah, that’s a lot of aggression.

Maybe it was that that made you this way. Maybe you just needed a mixture of both to satisfy you. Maybe you’re just greedy. Jeno’s hand reached over to the back of your head before he was pushing you deeper into his lips. Smirking into the kiss, your lips discreetly trailed down to his jaw and began leaving wet kisses along his jawline. Occasionally sucking on the tender skin. Skipping his neck, you immediately made way to his clothed chest before stopping on left nipple and looking up at him with big puppy eyes. “Y/n.” It was a warning from Jeno. He doesn’t usually let you do anything to his nipples. It’s not that he doesn’t like it. It just makes him look vulnerable. And he doesn’t like that.

“Please.” You kissed his chest softly to make him say yes. You could see him pondering in his head and by the looks of it, you knew you got him. “Fine. But this is going to be the last time.” You both know that’s bullshit but for the time being, let’s not talk about that. Smiling sweetly at him, you raised your lips until it was sitting directly above his left nipple. You licked your lips before darting your tongue to his clothed nipple and giving it kitten licks. You could feel Jeno getting tense at the feeling so you couldn’t help but give a small smile. Attaching your lips to it, you gently sucked on the bud with your tongue licking it softly. “Fuck…” Jeno’s hand reached behind your head before pushing you closer to his chest as strings of curses left his parted lips.

Placing a palm to his exposed left thigh, you rubbed it up and down before your hand made its way higher up his thigh and into the space of his shorts. The closer your hand reached his sex, the harder he began tugging on your hair. “Y/n—” You could sense that he was trying to sound stern but it was a foul attempt. You lightly bit the perked nipple between your lips which caused a loud hiss to break out of your boyfriend. Finally, your hand was placed on top of his throbbing cock and was only separated by the thin material of his boxers. Playing with the elastic band, you heard Jeno mutter something above you that sounded like, “Don’t you dare.” but it was too incoherent for you to make out anything from it.

Lifting the band by a fraction, you inserted your hand into his confines before beginning to draw circles on his dripping tip. “Fucking hell, Y/n…” The sting when Jeno harshly tilted your head away from his chest didn’t last that long when his lips was all over your neck. Licking and sucking everywhere. Almost immediately, you started to stroke his cock at a fast pace, earning a few loud groans from the man opposite you. Suddenly as if time has stopped, he detached his lips from your neck and held your arm that was down his pants firmly and looked into your eyes deeply. “I wanna fuck you.” You were surprised to say the least. Of course, you wanted to fuck him too but you were still sore from the session you had with Haechan earlier. Though, you couldn’t tell him that.

“But I want to make you feel good…” You traced doodles on his soft hands. “Please, Y/n?” The look on your face was unreadable but it sure wasn’t an agreement. “J-Just the tip! I swear!” Jeno had his eyes so wide and hands cupping yours tightly that you couldn’t help but give in. “Fine… Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation and he nodded at the question. Sliding your shorts and panties down, Jeno instantly took his off and gave you an open-mouthed kiss as he slowly slid his hard cock inside you, stopping when it reached just below his tip. Your forehead fell onto his shoulder when you clenched yourself around him hardly. “Ah—! Don’t do that!” Jeno whisper shouted, only receiving an innocent giggle from you as a response.

“Sorry… Does it hurt?” Again, you tightened around him which earned yourself a tight grip around your hips. “Fuck yeah it does.” Smiling to yourself, you leaned in closer for a kiss to which he responded instinctively. Minutes passed with the both of you doing just that when the door suddenly flew open with a surprised Haechan by the door. Jeno lifted his head by an inch to peek at the unwanted presence by his doorframe before his eyes turned wide at the sight. “Haechan—” He wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence when the other boy was already shutting the door close. Not forgetting to add a small, “I’ll come back later.” before leaving. You didn’t bother turning around to face him knowing damn well the look he’d give you would’ve been nothing less than a grimace.

The sudden intrusion caused you to pull back from Jeno with an annoyed expression. You can’t pretend like nothing happened and go back to whatever you were doing before when the guy you’re having an affair with just walked through the door. “Hey, you okay?” You hated the sound of that. The sound of Jeno being worried because of something you’re supposed to be guilty for. You hated how he always tried to make you feel comfortable. You hated it more than anything. “I’m gonna go grab a glass of water.” Reclothing yourself, you were about to twist the knob of the door when Jeno’s voice interrupted your actions, “Want me to come with?” which you replied with a simple, “No need.”.

You knew Jeno’s house like the back of your hand. Countless times you’ve been here which makes you sometimes realise that you spend more time here than in your own. Making your way towards the kitchen, you caught sight of a male figure leaning against the kitchen counter with his back facing you. It was terribly obvious that the figure is someone you know fairly well. Someone you’ve came to despise. Though, was it really hatred though? That, you are yet find out. Right now, as you’re walking towards the kitchen, you could feel your heart rate increase immensely. But you’re good at hiding it.

Reaching a hand to the glasses on display, you poured yourself some warm water before leaning against the kitchen counter next to Haechan, who also has a glass of water in his hand. “It’s late, y’know.” You told him with a sip of your water. “Thanks for letting me know, I definitely did not know that.” Said Haechan sarcastically which earned an eye roll from you. You didn’t know why, but there was this sudden urge to apologise. The thought of apologising to Haechan had never crossed your mind but tonight was different. “I um… I’m sorry.” Your gaze drifted to your feet unconsciously. “For what?” His voice was so unfamiliarly soft that you’d almost not recognise him.

“You know what for.” Another sip. There was a small chuckle coming from the boy next to you but you pretended not to hear it. “You shouldn’t be. He’s your boyfriend.” He assured. You twisted your head to look at him for a short while before you were back to staring at the cabinets in front of you. “I know. But you’re making me feel l—” Cutting you off, you heard a slam of an empty glass against the counter before Haechan was staring at you deeply. “We’re not having this conversation,” He paused mid-sentence as he turned around to walk away, leaving you with a stern, “Ever.” before he was out of sight.

Making out with someone that isn’t your boyfriend in public at a frat party really isn’t very ideal. Eyes are watching you everywhere and mouths were starting to talk. The music was loud, it really was. But the whispers around you were louder. You’ve got everyone talking about how you’re this little cheating bitch and honestly, you couldn’t care less. All you knew was that you had your arms wrapped around Haechan’s neck and his were on your waist. I know you’re probably thinking, ‘oh what happened at jeno’s place? is hyuck still mad at reader?’ Well, the answer to that is yes. Haechan is still mad at you but what happened in between is not for you to find out. At least, not right now. Maybe sometime in the future.

When the talking about you began to grow dramatically louder, you can’t help but wonder: where the hell is Jeno? It’s not like you wanted him to see you. Truthfully, you really didn’t. A hundred percent. You hated even the thought of it. You loved Jeno and you didn’t want to lose him. All of that thinking suddenly got you tired and you were slowly pulling yourself away from the kiss. Haechan probably noticed this when his lips began trailing to your exposed neck. A sigh could be heard from you but the loud music probably drowned it all. It was an unconscious movement but your eyes suddenly parted and started to look around lazily.

Until you spotted him.

“Jeno.” Your voice came out hushed and you could almost spot a tremble in it. “Hm?” He turned around to face you with a small smile carved on his pale face. “I’m sorry. I-I know I say that a lot, but this time I really, really, really mean i—” Jeno had a puzzled looked plastered on his face as if he didn’t just see his brother sucking on your neck barely ten minutes ago. “Huh? What are you sorry for? What did you do?” Jeno reached a hand over to yours before caressing it with his thumb softly. You were baffled to say the least. Had he not seen you earlier? Was it just your imagination? Either way, you have decided that you were going to tell him tonight. And there’s no backing out.

“W-What do you mean?” You searched his eyes for answers but there were none. He was too good at hiding them. “You did nothing wrong. Why are you apologising?” Jeno took a few small steps toward you before stopping right in front of you with a soft gaze. “I— Haechan— I-I was— I have been—” You knew what you wanted to say but the words were refusing to leave your mouth as your eyebrows furrowed. Sighing discontentedly, you finally mutter the words, “I have been sleeping with your brother.” and the look on Jeno’s face was something that you’d never want to see again. “I—… It wasn’t an accident? O-Or like a one time thing?” He kept his voice low and you figured that he did saw you earlier but pretend not to because he thought it was accident.

The silence that engulfed you had him backing away from you slightly as his hands released their grip on yours. “Look, Y/n. I-I don’t want this to be the end of us. I love you. A lot. And if you’re having an affair with my brother, please… Please just don’t let me find out. I really really don’t wanna lose you.” The last few words that left Jeno’s mouth has your breath hitching as guiltiness began to fill you. From your churning insides to the thick of your bones and to your burning skin. He really loved you. He really did. But can you return the love he’s giving you? People always say actions speak louder than words and you believed it. So you knew there was no point in saying ‘I love you’ anymore if you didn’t mean it. Don’t get me wrong, you do love him. But the things you did while loving him doesn’t translate to that.

You often think about it. Ending things with him and each time, it just gets harder. But right now, as you stared into his deep brown orbs searching for any signs of hatred or disgust, you knew you couldn’t hurt him. And in order to not hurt him any further, you thought about doing it. Finally muttering the words you knew would break him, but at least he won’t break forever. So maybe, just maybe…

You’re letting him go.

that was very anticlimactic but we’re gonna shut up about it okay

tagging: @jaeminsbebu , @lovingvoidgoatee , @yesohhsehun

[neochan]

CHERRY FLAVORED THOUGHTS (M)

PAIRING | perv nerd!mark x popular!reader

SYNOPSIS | you invite mark over to study with ulterior motives and he happily goes despite having the filthiest thoughts of you.

WC | 3.8k

WARNINGS | big cock!mark, lower case intended, he's obsessed with your boobs, dry humping, choking, dirty talk, finger sucking, semi clothed sex, dom!mark, name calling, slight oral m receiving, breeding kink (no mention of kids or pregnancy), get's uncomfortably fluffy at the end.

A.N | this came out of nowhere hehe, but i hope you like! send me feedback per usual pls

"markieee" you drawl, skipping over to where he sat in the library, his textbooks scattered messily on the table in front of him. "i need your help!"

he doesn't look up when he responds, "with what."

"don't be like that! it's serious." you pout.

you pull out the chair next to his and sit down, one of your hands reaching underneath the table to grab his knee. immediately he jerks his head up to look at you, his round glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. "wha- what can i help you with?" he stutters, pushing his glasses up with one finger.

"i need you to help me study. mr. moon is gonna kill me with this test tomorrow and i can handle d's but not for this class." you wink at him and watch as his face turns a bright red, "plus you're the smartest guy i know."

in an attempt to look anywhere but your eyes, he accidentally sets his sights on your breasts, which were practically spilling out of your t-shirt. he snaps his attention back to your face and grows small in his chair, "ye-yeah i can help you study."

he was just so gosh darn cute when he stuttered. you begin stroking his knee underneath the table, making him squirm in his chair, "okay that's great! i'll text you my address and you can come over tonight."

"wait tonight?"

your face falls, "oh, do you have plans already? never mind we -"

"no" he hurriedly exclaims, waving his hands in front of his face, "i'm free. i'll be over around eight."

"great!" you beam, giving his knee a squeeze before excusing yourself, "see ya then markie." with soft eyes he watches you leave the library, your too short skirt swishing behind you.

mark always thought you were hot, but you were so far out of his league it wasn't even funny, though that didn't stop him from getting lost in his head from time to time.

he knows its wrong, but sometimes when he can't sleep he's tormented by images of you bending over in class, that damn short cheerleading skirt exposing the bottoms of your panties. and the top left little to the imagination too. it was so tight he could see your breasts jiggle when you laughed too hard. oh god, and your lips. it was seldom you were seen without something shoved between them, whether that be a pencil or a cherry lollipop.

mark can feel himself growing hard in his pants. did he have to be such a perv? if anyone found out about the thoughts he was having he'd be even more of an outcast than he already was.

'quit it.' he tells himself, turning back to the textbooks in front of him, and while the thoughts of you have dimmed a bit, he can't help but find himself realizing that mr. moon never assigned a test for tomorrow.

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your doorbell rings at eight o'clock on the dot.

smiling to yourself you leap off your bed and bound down the stairs to open the front door, revealing a version of mark you've never seen before. usually he wore khakis with a button up polo, like earlier in that day, but now he had on a pair of basketball shorts and a graphic tee that read out some scientific formula. he was still his nerdy self just more ... relaxed.

you open the door wider and wave him in, "i'm glad you made it!" you squeal. he stands there awkwardly before taking a hesitant step into your house. he pulls on the straps of his backpack while looking around.

"don't worry, my roommates aren't home." you purr, grabbing onto his wrist, "c'mon i'll show you to my room." mark slowly nods and you smile to yourself, quite amused.

he watches as you walk ahead of him, tugging you up the carpetted steps, the same skirt you were wearing earlier swaying with the rhythm of your hips. your ass looked so good, so round and... fuck.

mark gulps loudly, almost missing the next step when he realizes you aren't wearing panties. he's getting a wide shot of your bare ass, and he doesn't feel bad in the slightest. in fact, all he can think about it is ruining your pretty ass with his hands, grabbing you and pulling you apart while you sink down on his cock. gripping handfuls of the supple flesh while you climb in his lap . "shut up brain" he mumbles, drawing your attention to him.

"did you say something?" you question.

he clears his throat, "n- no, just wondering if you have a bathroom i can use?"

"yeah of course, here" you say, tugging him down the hallway now that you made it up the stairs, and into your room, "you can set your backpack there," you point to your bed, "and the bathroom is the door at the end of the hall."

"thanks" he mumbles, slinging his bag onto your bright pink comforter. he's dreamt of being in your room before and it looks exactly how he thought it would. and it smelled so good, like the cherry lollipops you were always sucking on.

when mark gets to the bathroom he hurriedly closes the door and leans against it, closing his eyes. he can feel the rising boner peaking through his shorts and he feels like throwing up. 'go down. go down. go down.' he chants over and over again in his head. why does this shit always happen to him! there was no way he could go back out there with a raging hard on. for a split second he wonders if he could jerk off really quickly, but squashes the idea when he hears you yell from your room, "come on markkkk! it's getting late."

"one second." he yells back, face heating up in embarrassment. he'd have to use the ole' waistband tuck and hope that it goes down on its own.

"fuck." he whispers.

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you have chosen to focus on everything but the test material you were supposed to be studying.

instead your mind wanders to the way marks fingers delicately flip through the pages of his notebook, and how he sticks out his tongue between his lips in concentration. oh how you wished that tongue was on you right now.

you sigh and shut your textbook, pointedly looking at mark who only glances up, "i'm sick of studying."

"we haven't even studied." he mumbles, softly closing his own textbook and looking up at you, "and anyway, i know there isn't a test tomorrow. i looked through the syllabus and everything.

fuck. he caught on to you, "are you sure?" you scratch the back of your head sheepishly, "i coulda sworn i heard mr. moon mention one in todays lecture."

"y/n. why am i here?" mark let's his eyes wonder to your breasts when you lean over and grab your backpack. they were squished together, jiggling with your movement and he feels himself getting hard again. his mind drifts to the thought of tit fucking you and how pretty you'd look squirming underneath him while he painted your throat and face with cum.

shoving your materials into your bag you look at him through your lashes, "i think you're hot."

mark almost chokes when he hears the words leave your lips, "m-me?" he questions.

zipping up your back pack, you toss it in the corner of your room and lean forward onto your knees, crawling towards the stunned boy, "yeah, you."

"look," he says lowly, "if this is a prank or a dare by your friends-"

"it's not." you promise.

you come to a stop in front of him and stare into his eyes, watching the way his cheeks and collarbone flush deep red, "s- so you think i'm hot."

"mhm." you hummed, "and i want you to fuck me."

marks eyes grow the size of saucers when he processes what you said. he can feel all the blood drain from his face and rush to his dick so fast he feels almost dizzy, "f-fuck you?"

"you sure do stutter a lot." you giggle.

he brushes off the comment, "you want me to fuck you?"

you giggle again and lean closer to him, "yeah ... so will you?"

mark feels like this is a dream. it's too good to be true and at some point he knows he's bound to wake up. tentatively he reaches a hand out, cupping your soft cheek in his warm palm. you nuzzle against him and that's when he knows it's real life. without answering he pushes off the ground and stands up, "get on the bed."

you can feel your pussy clench at the way he commands you like he already knew what he wanted to do; like he's thought of this before. you follow his orders and sit on your bed gingerly, waiting for his next move.

"take off your top." he orders, pulling his own t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.

"oh my god." you whine. who knew the nerdiest boy at your college was built like that. deep set muscles cover his lower abdomen, his pecs poking out a little more now that the shirt was gone. and here you were thinking he was scrawny underneath his clothes.

hurriedly ridding yourself of your top, you let his eyes wash over your body, drinking in what he's dreamed about for months. "you know, i should have known this was a set up when i saw you weren't wearing panties."

"it wasn't-" you start, but he cuts you off by sitting down next to you and pulling you onto his lap.

"it was." he breathes, hands running up and down your back. "and you wanted me to see, right?" you furiously nod your head yes. "that's what i thought. and don't think i haven't noticed how you act in class. bending over so i see your cute little panties and sucking on your lollipops so i think about how pretty your lips would look around my cock instead. you're not slick. you're just a slut who needs to be fucked, huh?"

his words have you rocking back and forth in his lap desperate for his touch, "mark please." you whisper.

his hands fumble behind your back for a second before undoing your bra clasp and sliding it down your shoulders, chucking it to the other side of the room. "that's better. you have such pretty tits." he marvels, cupping them in his hands, squeezing and kneading the soft skin. his thumbs jut out to flicker over your nipples, forcing you to arch up against him.

"god," you whimper, "that feel's good."

"hm." he hums, dipping his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. he rolls the sensitive bud between his teeth, harshly sucking while his hands slip under your skirt and grab your ass, pulling you closer to him.

"m-mark." you whine, eyes closed and hands finding their way in his hair, tugging on the roots.

"look who's stuttering now." he chuckles, detaching himself with a wet pop. he stares at you for moment, watching the way your nose scrunches and your lips purse before blurting out, "i'm gonna kiss you now."

'huh-" you begin, snapping your eyes open but mark is already on you, lips softly brushing yours before pulling you deep into a heated kiss. you tasted like those cherry flavored lollys you always had in class even though you hadn't had one today, it drove him mad. you push against him, grinding down on his lap repeatedly while hugging him close, fingers still tangled in his hair. his lips felt like heaven, soft and pillowy and perfect against your own and it made you dizzy.

you moan against him when he pinches your nipple, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, his other arm wrapping around your waist so that you couldn't squirm as much. slowly he rocks his hips into you, pulling back so that only your foreheads were touching. "god, the things you do to me." he groans.

you giggle and untangle your hands from his hair, grabbing the sides of his glasses and sliding them off his face, "don't want these to get in the way." you lightly toss them on your desk and mark thanks you, "i never thought you'd be like this." you whisper.

"like what?" he leans down and nips at your neck, pressing delicate kisses along the side of your throat all the way to the spot just below your ear. "i'm not all books and brains you know."

"n-no i get that, it's just..." your hands fiddle in the space between your bodies, fingers playing with the waistband of his shorts, "i didn't think you'd be all commanding."

he gives a short chuckle before blowing hot air in your ear and making you shiver, "what? you thought i'd be shy? submissive?" he says the word like it's a dirty thing, something he can't even fathom becoming. "i mean, if you wanna tie me up -"

"no" you blurt, "i like this."

he smirks against you, his nose skimming your cheek and coming to fit right beside your own, lips matching yours like a perfect puzzle. he hovers over yours, "you like this?"

"yeah." you whisper, almost like a secret.

"what about this?" mark reaches around your body and pulls you back down against him, this time matching you and rutting up against your bare sex. a breathless gasp flies from your lips when he gently swivels his hips, the outline of his cock rubbing against your folds. you're pretty sure if he looked there would be a wet patch on the front of his shorts.

"shit." you moan, holding on to him while he continues to grind against you.

"you're so needy, huh?" he grins, pressing his lips to yours and melding into a kiss that has your legs shaking around him. his tongue swipes your bottom, teeth snagging and drawing you in. you whimper into the kiss and he does the same, loving the way you feel in his arms. he pulls back a bit, mumbling against your lips, "wanna feel it?"

"please." you groan, hopping off his lap and settling yourself on the bed, leaning down so that you were pretty much eye level with the front of his short now that he was stood in front of you.

mark still can't believe this is happening. was this a sick prank? a joke? was he sure he wasn't dreaming? here he had you eagerly awaiting his cock. it just didn't seem right, the divine universe had to have some explanation for this. 'shut up' he groans in his head.

slender fingers wrap around the waistband of his shorts and pushes them down so that they pooled around his ankles.

"no fucking way."

mark lee was huge. his cock sprung up against his abdomen standing tall and rigid, pretty pink tip collecting droplets of precum. he was thick too, a nice size that would feel heavy in your mouth if you took him there.

"what?" he asks, blushing and fighting the urge to cover himself, "i know it might not be that big-"

"not big??" you splutter, eyes incredulous at the sight in front of you, "it's fucking huge mark."

the compliment goes straight to his dick and now instead of fighting the urge to cover himself, he's fighting the urge to push you back on the bed and fuck you till you were screaming his name. "put it in your mouth then" he groans, taking a step towards you, "lets see if it can fit." your hand shoots out from under you and wraps around his length, warm and pulsing in your hand, his hips stutter into your touch.

"shit." he whispers, watching the way your tongue darts out to taste him, his hand stroking your hair, eyes twinkling with adoration, "don't just lick it. open up." you do as he says and open for him. he pushes into your mouth slowly until you're gagging and can't take any more, mouth too full, but with one look you realize you hadn't even gotten half way down his length. "that's it baby? god you're even more pathetic that i thought. can't even properly swallow my dick?" he pulls out, allowing you to catch a much needed breath, "lets see if your pussy can take it all instead." he pushes you backwards and climbs overtop you, knocking your thighs apart with his knee.

your mind is reeling from everything that's happening. it's been so much better than you could have imagined. he was bigger, cockier and sexier with his nose out of his books and clothes off. no one would believe you if you told them about tonight, not even your roommates.

mark shoves your skirt up until it's bunched around your waist, "mind elsewhere?" he questions, one of hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing slightly, "you thinking about someone else?"

"n-no mark, i'm thinking about you." you whine, hips lifting off the bed in anticipation.

"good. pay attention."

his hand guides himself, rubbing the tip against your clit before sliding it down between your folds. teasingly he barely pushes the tip in before pulling away. "mark!" you whimper, but all he does is squeeze your throat a bit tighter, "please" he pushes the tip in again, this time looking in your eyes, and he doesn't pull out. he thrusts into you, all the way in and you feel like you're losing it. your eyes flutter into the back of your head, nails finding his shoulders and gripping the soft skin, surely leaving marks. "f-fuck you're so big!'

it was slightly uncomfortable but the second he moved you felt overwhelming pleasure jolt through you, "mm, i knew you could take it." he grins, shallowly fucking into you, "and you're so fucking tight. gonna make me go crazy."

you squirm in his grip, "fuck me, please."

"whatever you say baby."

his hand leaves your throat and grabs at your waist instead, using the skirt secured around it as leverage. he wastes no time in slamming into you, thrusting with such fervor you can feel yourself losing your mind. "shit!" you squeal, nails digging even deeper into his shoulders. his eyes glance down, admiring the way your tits jiggled every time he pushed his hips into you. "right there, right there! god you're fucking huge." you scream, covering your face with your hands.

"look at me," he growls, and you have no choice but to move your trembling hands. two fingers press against your lips and into your mouth, gagging you. "if you can't take my cock down your throat, might as well suck on my fingers." his breathy is shaky when you swirl your tongue around his digits, sucking slightly and feels like he's going to faint. your pussy is sucking him in, walls spasming with each of his thrusts, and your gagging around his fingers. he wonders if you feel full. maybe next time you'll let him toy with your ass a little bit, so then you'll really feel full. 'get out of your head' he chastises himself. there might not even be a next time. after all, he was fucking one of the most popular girls at his college, he was kidding himself if thought this was gonna happen again. guess he had to make this time count.

"spread your legs a little bit more baby," when you don't he ends up pushing you thighs apart, finger digging into your skin and leaving indents. your head moves from side to side, legs shaking in marks grasp, "baby you're acting like you can't handle it. you're the one who asked me to fuck you!" he chides, laughing coldly.

"i can handle it!" you buck up against him, chasing your the knot that was tightening in your stomach.

"damn right you can." mark loves the way you fall apart underneath him... because of him. "just keep taking my fat cock baby. i bet you've wanted this for so long, huh?"

"i think about it every time i see you in class," you huff.

mark didn't care if you were lying just to please him, it makes him feel good. the fact that you've both thought about this and now it was finally happening. his thrusts become sloppy, hands roughly grabbing a handful of ass and tits, squeezing and massaging them.

"i think i'm gonna cum baby. ah shit, i'm gonna cum." he moans, hips stuttering into you.

"fill me up markie, pls i want it so bad." you whisper, the pet name being what he needs to finish, milky ropes of cum flooding your pussy in a way that has you following suit, the knot in your tummy unraveling. he holds eye contact with you the entire time, his brows drawing up in ecstasy when he watches yours disappear. when he's spent, he falls onto you, caging you in his arms. you pull him close for support, shallow thrusts into your cunt helping you ride out your orgasm. at one point he tries to move but you keep him there, tightening your arms, "please, don't move."

"i won't." he promise, "i won't, i'm here." he chuckles against the side of your neck, wet kisses being placed where he's buried in your arms, "the way your eyes roll back into your head when you cum is fucking hot."

you giggle, "thank you markie."

"so.." he questions, peaking his head up but still staying in your arms, "this wasn't a dare or something?" he still felt like this was too good to be true.

"mark!" you swat his shoulders and air hisses between his teeth.

"okay okay." he sighs defensively, "then i guess you wouldn't mind me taking you on a date?" you hesitate a bit and immediately he's apologizing, "we aren't from the same social circles, i know that but-"

"shut up mark. i don't care if we don't hang out with the same people. i genuinely like you." you smile at him.

"then ..."

"i would love if you took me on a date." he grins back at you before burying his head back into the crook of your neck. "who knew nerds fucked so good?' you blurt out, laughing.

"not nerds plural. just me." he mumbles against your skin.

it felt nice just laying in his arms, basking in the after sex glow with the boy you've been crushing on for ages. "we should get cleaned up, huh?" you whisper and he sighs against you.

"let's stay like this for a few more minutes. i like the way you smell... like cherries."

you smile to yourself, "just for you."

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can you keep it down?

pairing; neighbor!mark x (f) reader

genre/warnings; smut, dilf!mark, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, thigh slapping, forced submission, implications of brat taming (in progress), praise, degradation but it’s more like banter, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap ur willy)

summary; The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

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extra; 4/4 of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

The first time you met Mark, it was right outside your door.

It was late at night - debatably early in the morning - and you had been in the middle of bringing yourself to the third consecutive orgasm in a row when loud knocking interrupted you. Part of you was tempted to ignore whoever was determined to beat down your door, but it was ceaseless and frankly, you were growing annoyed.

Swiftly you slipped on the closest pair of shorts and marched to the front door in large strides, swinging it open once you finally arrived. Then, your eyes met Mark’s.

He was a mere stranger to you then. But what you saw made you want to know him. What you saw made you nearly forget that you were on the brink of orgasm only moments ago. A pair of beautiful brown eyes stared back at you.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice gruff. “Sorry to bother you, but can you keep it down? I live right next door and with all the noise I can’t sleep.”

For a moment you only blinked, processing his words slowly. You weren’t aware that you were being that loud. But then again, you were in no state to properly register your actions - you were delirious with pleasure and had blocked everything else past your senses.

When you finally processed his statement, your cheeks burned, slightly embarrassed. “Fuck. I’m so, so sorry, I had no idea. I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”

He gave you a courteous nod and replied, “No worries. Have a good night.”

“You, too.”

And that was it. When you shimmied back out of your shorts, you didn’t even feel energetic anymore, only overcome by exhaustion and the burdensome fact that you had work in the morning. You groaned and flopped against your bedsheets, letting sleep swallow you whole.

But the image of your new neighbor was reoccurring. There was something familiar about him, like you had seen him once before. And there were things you noticed right off the bat about him. For one, he was an older guy. Not old, but evidently beyond your years. And if the shorts he wore was any indicator, he was likely a father.

That made the chain of thoughts about him increase, and you didn’t even know his first name. There was instant intrigue and desire to get to know your new, next-door neighbor.

Though visions died quick, and dreams were killed even quicker. When you saw Mark swallowing some girl’s face only moments before she left his apartment on your way to work some days later, you snapped out of it and decided to take it steady. It was certain that you were sure of what you wanted, but you respected his relationship. You were a great deal of things - delusional and a homewrecker weren’t on the list.

The second time, it was when you least expected it - at a local cafe.

Mark sat across from you, coffee cup in hand. Awareness of someone’s sudden presence made you shudder, and it slightly soothed you when you realized it was your hot neighbor. Your heart was still beating fast.

You played it cool. “Are you stalking me, neighbor?”

Amused, your neighbor let out a chuckle that was like music to your ears. “My name is Mark,” he introduced himself, smiling blithely. “And don’t flatter yourself, neighbor. I saw you here coincidentally and sat here because I had one good question for you.”

With an eyebrow arched, you casted Mark an identical smile. It amused you that he spoke to you as if you had been long friends, though you didn’t mind. You had been intrigued by Mark the moment you first laid eyes on him, and had been incapable of taking them off him since.

“Mark,” you said, tasting his name on your tongue. You played along and bobbed your head after a few moments, deciding you liked his name and gave him yours. “What do you have to ask me, Mark?”

Mark leaned over the table, voice an octave above a whisper as he asked, “Who’s fucking you so good that you can’t be quiet?”

He leaned back out and eyed you smugly when you blinked in surprise. His bluntness had caught you off-guard and he was proud of it, but you refused to not quickly recover.

Feigning indifference, you replied, “No one. Most of the time it’s just me and my toys. I have a hectic work schedule so it’s rare for me to find time to mess with people.”

Much to your misfortune, it was true. Working a busy office job meant that you had little time for even short-lived flings or one-night stands, much less the commitment of a serious relationship. It was difficult to recall the last time that you had gotten laid. With work taking such a humongous toll on you, your only way of relieving all of your pent-up frustrations was with sex toys.

That response was a clear shock to Mark, and in return you took pride in it. He was expecting you to be taken, but now that you had essentially implied that you weren’t dating anyone, he felt free to make a move on you. It was an indirect way of asking you if you were single. He also didn’t expect the same girl that burned with embarrassment when he confronted you about your noisiness to meet his boldness, but it was a welcome surprise. Mark could tell only fun things would come out of knowing you and becoming your neighbor.

Mark took a long sip from his cup, then asked, “What do you do for a living?”

“I work a variable job as an executive assistant that spends an ungodly amount of time behind a computer screen doing everyone else’s job for them,” you smiled tiredly.

He threw you a playful grimace and glanced at his watch for a split-second, but you had his undivided attention again in no time. “Damn, no wonder. You must like things rough.”

That took you by surprise, but you didn’t dare show it. “You have no idea,” you grumbled, playing it safe. “What about you?”

Mark grinned with pride. “I’m an editor for a publishing company.”

“Must be fun.”

“I can’t complain. It’s a stress sometimes, but it pays the bills.”

You chuckled. “Amen to that.”

It felt forbidden to be interested in your potentially taken neighbor that you only met a couple of days ago, yet here you were talking to him about your sex and work life. To make matters worse - and if that comment about you liking things rough was any indicator - you might have somehow also piqued his interests.

Maybe you were just reading too much into his words. After all, you were his noisy neighbor that kept him up at night. He was probably just curious as to why you seemingly made enemies with silence.

Mark glanced at his watch again then rose from his seat, and you figured he had places to be. “I’d better get going. I have to pick up my son.”

“Your son?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. The confusion was fake, of course. You had a hunch that he was a father, but you had never seen or heard the child to confirm your suspicions.

“Yes, my son,” Mark gave you a hard stare that you couldn’t make out. “It’s Friday and he stays with me this weekend so please, if not for my sake then for his, keep it down.”

You gave Mark a nod. He bid you farewell and made a break for the door, the chime of the bells letting you know that he was gone. He had wanted to stay for a bit, play for a little longer, but decided it was a good thing he didn’t get much of a chance to make a move. For now, Mark was intent on observing you. He wanted to figure you out a bit more before he went to first base.

But damn was he interested. There was something about you a couple of moments ago that he was attracted to, how you seemed equally bold as he was. A stark contrast from the first time he met you, but he figured that he had simply caught you at a bad time.

That was the thing, though - Mark didn’t know you. He needed more time before he could be sure you were worth it.

For at least the weekend, you obliged Mark’s wishes. As aforementioned, you were a great deal of things, but you weren’t petty for the wrong reasons. Or outright odd. It wasn’t like you were loud for the sake of it, you truly just never realized what you were capable of.

Over the course of those days, you continued to think about Mark. He had cut deep in your imagination and now there was a permanent scar that refused to heal. It was silly, being so hung over a guy you hardly knew and couldn’t have, but you couldn’t help it.

Mark was giving you a headache. You weren’t one to be indecisive over what you wanted, but that wasn’t the case here. From the moment he showed up at your doorstep, you knew that you had to have him. The problem was that you wanted to outline boundaries. There were places you were able to step and then there were places you weren’t. The last thing you wanted was to scare him away because of your urges.

The third time you saw Mark was the following weekend, bumping into him in the halls. You were going to apologize, but then his face fell into your vision. And thus, you noticed something completely new about it.

“You have a stubble,” you commented, nearly gawking.

Mark bobbed his head, grinning. He found it interesting how you gazed up at him as if you’d never seen a man with a stubble before. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you don’t shave. Shocking, I know.”

“I kind of like it.”

He snickered. “Only kinda?”

More than kind of - and while you weren’t afraid to admit it, you ignored his question. The stubble was the completion to Mark’s physical attractiveness that you hadn’t even known you would be into. He was already hot as hell, though now he was somehow even hotter.

He shot you a smug smile, unable to miss the way that you leered at him. You found him attractive. It was no secret and Mark wasn’t sure if you intended for it to be or not, though the way that you were unabashedly fucking him with your eyes gave him a huge hint. After last weekend’s encounter, you didn’t strike him as the type to shy away very easily. Confident.

So was he.

“You’re just standing here watching me like you want to eat me. Do you like it that much?”

There were a couple of routes you could take with that question. Either you could be honest and tell him how you felt, or you could beat around the bush. You chose the former.

“Sight for sore eyes,” you replied, finally meeting his eyes. He held eye contact with you as well as the expectation that you would break, but you proved him wrong. You kept looking him in his eyes as you said, “I love it. I think it suits the fuck out of you.”

Mark raised a brow, intrigued by your response. “Mm,” he hummed. He moved a step closer to you and asked, “What else do you like?”

Your breath began to speed up and so did your pulse when you picked up on how close your bodies were. You were hyper aware of the proximity and it was slowly killing you, setting off visceral reactions in your body. Another inch and his lips would be brushing yours. It felt like a test on your behalf - to see how you would react and if you would chicken out - and you utterly refused to back down from the challenge.

Deflecting, you tore your eyes from his lips and asked back, “Initiating a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you wanna come in, then?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like that very much,” you faked a pout, the most subtle sullen undertone hiding in your sentence.

Mark resisted a grin. It was probable you were indirectly determining whether or not he was single. But the tiniest hint of sadness in your voice suggested that you might have genuinely been under the impression he was in a relationship.

“What girlfriend?” He threw you an utterly confused look. “I haven’t been in a relationship since the birth of Christ.”

You stared at him with genuine surprise. “I saw you sucking some girl’s face like last week.”

“And have you seen her around here again since?” Mark scoffed, amused.

What he was implying began to sink in gradually and you realized that you had made an awfully large assumption the other day. Though in your defense, people making out with their hookups like that was completely unheard of to you. It looked too passionate, especially for the morning after. When you had nothing to quip, Mark made a face at you that made you want to sink into the ground, and added, “She’s not my girlfriend - she was a fling. We had sex the previous night but I’m sure you weren’t able to tell because unlike someone, I know how to be quiet.”

Was. That meant not any more.

Affronted, and refusing to take that, you took a step back and shot, “Maybe your dick game is just weak if she’s that quiet.”

“You wanna find out?” Mark cocked his head to the side with an exasperating smile, taking a step forward for every step you took backwards until your back hit a wall. It was obvious that you were trying to get a rise out of him and he wouldn’t take the bait. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

Mark’s hands were on either side of you and his gaze rooted you in place. Neither of you seemed to give a damn that you were in public and in the view of a security camera. You kept staring at one another, pupils dilated with obvious want. Now that you were aware that Mark was single you deemed it perfectly safe to cave in to your desires, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to - yet. It was funny how whenever you finally got what you wanted, it was never enough.

You smiled softly, matching the little smirk on his face - you didn’t want him to think that he had an advantage over you, and whether he did or didn’t wasn’t relevant. “Are you saying that you want me?”

“I do want you,” Mark confessed without a care. He had no true intention of sleeping with you just yet, wanting to get to know you some more, but it wouldn’t hurt to admit that he was attracted to you nonetheless. “Do you want me?”

Seductively, you leered at him, then purred, “So bad.”

“Then, stop deflecting.”

With one little breath, you said, “Fine,” then closed the tiny gap between the both of you and your lips. When he kissed you back, your hands sought for his neck and his hooked around your waist.

As you kissed Mark it only became more fierce, tongues and teeth clashing in attempts to maintain dominance over the other. Yet neither of you would cave. Both of you were fighting fire with fire and it was like nothing that either of you had ever experienced before. Mark displayed a clear need for power and control, and while you weren’t against letting him have it, you were never one to give it away that easily.

You tugged on Mark’s hair, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His calloused hands began to wander all over you, kneading your skin and making you moan softly into his mouth. You could feel him grinning against your lips. His touch was like fire and your body was already burning with lust, desire, and everything in between. It had been so long since someone last touched you like this, kissed you like this. Mark was filling in all the little gaps and empty spaces.

A rough pull at his locks made Mark groan into your mouth and he pinned your hands above your head, up against the wall. He got rougher, as if he was trying to fit you into the wall - or maybe force you through it. But the fervor was welcome, and although he had pinned your hands above your head, you still kissed him with as much eagerness as you were humanly capable.

You pulled away when you had your fill, knowing that if you kept him close to you any longer you would make a move for his clothes, and your exhibitionism kink only extended so far. The both of you stared at one another with sheer lust, but there was an almost telepathic understanding between you. We have to wait.

Out of breath, you casted Mark a flirtatious wink and smile before parting and said, “See you later, Mark.”

Then, you sashayed back to your apartment. When you felt his eyes boring holes into your back, you simpered to yourself. You had planted the seed; now all you had to do was let it grow.

Days of messing around with Mark turned into weeks, but both of you were yet to succumb to your temptations. It was like you were waiting for the other to give in first and neither of you wanted to grant the other that satisfaction.

But of course, after planting the seed you had to water it and give it sunshine. In other words, you continued to flirt with Mark, maintaining his interest. And in return, he maintained yours. From anyone else’s point of view it might have seemed silly to be resisting each other when it was clear as day that the lust was mutual, but you and Mark were too alike. Too much pride, and too much adoration for all things thrill and tension.

Even when he wasn’t in your company, Mark was on your mind. It had only gotten worse the moment you kissed him. In the beginning you only thought about him occasionally - mostly whenever you saw or heard him - but now he was creeping into your head during your downtime and that was a problem. Your thoughts consisted nearly completely of him. Mark, Mark, Mark. He was all you could think about.

One weekend, you surprisingly encountered Mark at a playground. He appeared shocked to see you, but only let it show for a brief moment.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re the one stalking me. What in God’s name are you of all people doing at a playground?”

“Please. You’re not that special. I don’t have the time or energy to stalk anyone, baby,” you drawled with a hint of amusement. You pointed at a little girl. “You see that little girl in the purple shirt on the slide? That’s my niece. I’m babysitting her for my brother and sister-in-law. Today’s their anniversary and they wanted peace.”

Mark bobbed his head, understanding. “Of course. You can’t have any of that around a child. How old is she?”

“Just turned six about a week ago.”

“Around my son’s age,” he remarked, then pointed towards the set of swings. A couple of children played over there, but only one young boy was in the group. And he looked almost just like someone you knew. “He’s right there on the swings. Six, but he’s nearing seven.”

He was absolutely adorable. You were already thinking about play dates between him and your niece. She was lovely and enjoyed meeting new people, bless her pure heart.

You smiled softly with awe. “Stole your whole face. There’s no way in hell you could deny that boy.”

Mark snickered, shoulders shaking. “Damn right. My little mini-me,” he sighed happily. He took his eyes off his son for a split-second to glance over at you. You looked beautiful, as always. And you were watching your niece with so much intent and care that he doubted you had even snook a glance of your own his way. “Fond of kids?”

“I babysitted throughout college,” you replied pensively. Reminiscent. “Believe it or not. I thought it was my calling because I was so responsible and the parents always praised me, plus it was a huge step towards individuality. Grew up with a lot of siblings and relatives, too, so I’ve always been around children.”

Mark grinned, satisfied. That was the answer he wanted to hear. He was only curious because he was interested in you, and before he jumped too far ahead he needed to know what you thought about children. It was a relief that you had so much tenderness for and resonated so well with them. That gave him all the more reasons to want you by his side. “What about you?” he asked, adding when your face scrunched about with confusion, “Do you want kids of your own?”

There was no reluctance in your answer, like you had already thought long and hard about the question before. “Someday. When I’m married and sure I’ve chosen the right person to settle down and have kids with. And when I have a less demanding job so that I’m able to take care of my family and spend time with them,” you said, smiling wistfully. “My parents were busy people. They weren’t around a whole lot so me and my siblings practically raised each other.”

Mark gave you a look. One you could make out as pity. You thought his response would be predictable, but it caught you by surprise. “You don’t want to be pitied, do you?”

You blinked, genuinely unsure of how to respond for a moment. Then you broke into a broad grin and said, “Nope.”

“I feel for you anyways,” Mark gave a playful nudge to your side with his elbow. “And I think you have beautiful visions for the future. I can tell you’re gonna be a great mother.”

You thanked him in a way that was positively bashful. For a while, you and Mark chatted about whatever the hell you wanted - topics in relation to the children, personal life, and everything in between. After the day you and Mark kissed, a more mutual effort to get to know each other blossomed. Mark told you everything there was to know about his job. Most of the time he worked from home without much need for overseer authorization, and set his own hours. As someone who loved being in control, it suited him.

It was alarming that you had gotten so personal so fast. You had only known each other for a month, more or less, and only really began talking a couple of weeks ago. Yet you felt comfortable enough to share a certain level of information that you normally would conceal.

You were becoming close in every sense of the word. The tension between you and Mark never fizzled out, it only seemed to grow more, and more, and more, until it would eventually explode in your faces. By then, you would have no choice but to confront it directly. You couldn’t wait.

Mark wrapped his arm around your waist, and you peered down briefly to look at it. Contact drove you crazy. You loved having Mark’s hands on you, even in non-sexual ways.

He pulled you into him and asked, “How long are you keeping her?”

“Just until five. I’m taking her to her grandma’s after this,” you replied, shifting your gaze back to the playground. But a smug smile tugged your lips. “Why?”

There was a shine in Mark’s pretty brown eyes. It was almost five. Voice tickling your neck, he leaned in to say bluntly, “Because I wanna take you for a ride. Are you down?”

You casted him an observant glance over your shoulder. What Mark wanted was clear, or so you thought, but you were in the mood for playing hard to get. As per usual. “Dunno. What kind of ride?”

“The kind where we get in my car and go whatever the road and a full tank of gas leads us,” Mark shrugged. “It’s a yes-no question, doll. Are you down, or not?”

Doll. That was new. You had reached the pet name stage, calling each other ‘baby’ a couple of times, but ‘doll’ was new. It also had you wishing that you were both alone so that you could do something about how badly you craved Mark in that moment.

“I’m down. Meet me outside the complex at six?” You questioned, peering up at him yet again. You smiled when you met his eyes, unable to resist the urge. Mark made you feel good inside, all warm and gross. It was a delight to know you were still capable of feeling such a way. After all, it had been so long since the last time.

Mark nodded and smiled back. “I will. Child-less, so that we can have peace of our own.”

You giggled into his chest. You could smell his scent, and it was heavenly.

At six o’clock, Mark was waiting for you downstairs like he said that he would be. And he was child-less. You both were.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his car for you and shut it once you were completely inside. Of course, it took more than simple courtesy to impress you, but something about it was making you giggle. Something you couldn’t pinpoint.

Mark gave you a look once he settled in the driver’s seat. “What’s funny?”

“Chivalry,” you sighed, smiling. “Apparently, it’s not dead.”

Mark was amused, but held back a snort. You were occasionally ridiculous, but just the right amount. He could tolerate it.

As he gripped the steering wheel, the car jerked to live underneath his fingertips, and soon you were both rolling. You said nothing for a little while, Mark focusing on the road and you peering out the window. The silence wasn’t awkward, but he cut on the radio and began to hum the song that was currently playing.

You glanced at him witheringly, but he was unbothered. Then, you teased with a grin, “Oh, yeah. Show out, Beyoncé.”

“Stop being a hater,” Mark groaned, then went back to singing.

After some moments of teasing, you were finally content and gave it a rest, relaxing into the leather seat. You were happy. If anyone had told you a month ago that you’d be in your new neighbor’s car listening to him sing songs from the radio, you would have called them insane. But you weren’t stupid and you knew better than to vulnerate yourself to a stranger. You told a couple friends about him and realized why Mark had seemed familiar - because he was. One of them knew Mark and was able to vouch for him, assuring you he was a good guy. That was why you felt so goddamn free.

It was peaceful, being alone with Mark. Whenever you weren’t both determined to get into each other’s pants, that was. But there was none of that right now - only the scenery whirling by at the pace of the lightning, the radio prevailing over the silence, and Mark by your side. And you by his. It felt too damn nice.

“You never answered my question that day.”

“Hm?” you gazed at him, confused. By his sentence and sudden will to ignite conversation, although you didn’t mind. “What question?”

Mark’s hand left the steering wheel and dropped to your thigh, which undoubtedly didn’t go unnoticed by you. He didn’t move it, but you couldn’t ignore his fingers on your skin. “I asked you, what else do you like?”

“About you, or in general?”

He shrugged. “Whatever gets you talking.”

You gazed through the windshield, pretending to be pondering deeply. “Well, in general, I like a bunch of things. I’ve got a penchant for poetry and music. This tends to shock people, but parties aren’t my scene. I’m a more reserved person. I love the color blue.”

“Why blue?”

“Because it looks amazing on me,” you winked.

“Mm,” Mark glanced at you fleetingly through the rear-view mirror. That was when his fingers started moving, kneading your thigh. “What else?”

“Hm, well,” you began, pretending to be unbothered by his touch. In reality, you were melting with every move. “About you, there’s a lot for me to like, too. You’re confident, smart, funny, sexy,” then you licked your lips and added, “And an excellent kisser.”

Mark grinned, hand still massaging your bare skin. “What a sweet-talker you are. Keep going,” he whispered, then gave your thigh a little squeeze.

But you were honest. There were too many things you admired about Mark that led you to becoming drawn to him in such a little period of time. Just as easily as he had been able to make you tell him things, you had persuaded him into opening up. There was still so much to learn about each other on deeper levels, but time was your best friend. For now, you decided that you would tell him what you already knew.

“I like the way you put so much care and effort into what you love. I’ve heard you talk about your son, your friends, your job. You never neglect anything,” you confessed, smiling fondly as you recalled the conversations you’d had. “I like how we’re similar, too. I think that’s part of the reason why we feel comfortable moving so fast. We’re cut from the same cloth. We both know what we want and when and how we want it, and we’re not afraid to go get it. It’s like playing a damn game of tug of war whenever I’m with you.”

“Or a very calculated game of chess,” Mark added, shaking his head with amusement.

You giggled. “But there’s something about you that’s so… alluring. I’m attracted to it. You’re a hardworking borderline control freak that’s unafraid of sincerity. I love it.”

“Romantic. I’m swooning,” he deadpanned, throwing you a playful glare.

“And you’re the right amount of sarcastic.”

“And that’s what gets you going?”

“Baby, please. If I could kiss you right fucking now, I would,” you admitted.

Mark said nothing, but his fingers kept fondling with your flesh, and your breath kept getting out of control. He gave your thigh another reassuring squeeze, letting you know he heard you.

Forest views took over. You pressed your fingertips to the window glass and watched as the rapid blur of scenes that once consisted of neon city lights turned green. Moss-coated branches replaced them, last rays of sunlight filtering through them as you neared the woods and the gravel roads turned to dirt.

“Woods, very spooky. Are you gonna kill me and hide my body out here?” you asked him humorously, watching as he drove you through the wild.

Mark didn’t take his eyes off the road as he replied, “And dump it in the lake.”

“Lake?”

He smiled. “You’ll see.”

You did see a lake. Mark parked his car near some trees and once he helped you outside, led you down a trail until you reached a bridge. It was long and stretched above a medium body of water. Blossoming flowers lived in the grass and the scent was earthy. You stretched ever so slightly over the railing and saw yours and Mark’s reflection staring back at you.

There were little fountains in the lake. Creatures made the water ripple and you watched with Mark’s arm wrapped around your waist as the smell and sound of nature filled your senses. Ducks pecked around the land edges of the lake in hunt of food.

“It’s beautiful,” you exhaled in awe. The clouds and setting sun peered down on the water and you wished that you had your camera on your person. It was a sight too gorgeous to let become nothing more than a memory fading at the back of your head.

Mark bobbed his head in agreement. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he said, “It is. I come here from time to time whenever I need to clear my head. It’s a nice place that I’ve always wanted to share with someone.”

“You trust me enough to share it with me?” you teased, palms on his chest as you gazed up at his face. “I mean, like what if I get arrested for tax fraud and every time you come here all you can think about is your old neighbor that got sent to prison for evading her taxes.”

“Then, you better do your taxes, or else I’ll be right after you when you get out. For attempted murder.”

You made a face of faux fear. “Shiver me timbers!”

Somehow, Mark pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Any closer and you were sure he would be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. It was safe to say that you had a little crush on your neighbor. You wanted him to an extent that words couldn’t capture.

There was something different with Mark. Linger was the perfect word to describe how his every action affected you. When he kissed you, you could still feel his lips on you moments afterwards. His every touch lingered on you, even the barest ones. You could taste him on you, his scent lingered on your body - it was too much. But Mark was too persistent. Even if you wanted to, and you didn’t, you couldn’t get away.

Mark looked at you as if he wanted to kiss you, but to your misfortune, he didn’t. Instead his lips parted to say, “Watch the sunset with me.”

Obediently, you turned to face the railing, which pleased him. He moved behind you and tightened his grip on your waist.

The sunset was beautiful, even more so with Mark’s company. The two of you made conversation, all the while watching how the sky that was once a pleasant array of colors dulled a deep indigo. The sun descended below the horizon and its reflection in the water was replaced by the moon.

And you - the moonlight illuminated every inch of your face. Mark had always thought that you were gorgeous, but the moonlight made your beauty criminal. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“I can’t control myself anymore,” Mark growled. At first, you were confused, but when he whirled you around and pressed his lips against yours, you quickly understood.

Mark backed you against the railing, cornering you. Kissing him was too much fun. It was the same battle, the same fervent effort to compel one of you to submit to the other’s touch, yet both of you always held out, keeping your white flags lowered. Mark had never met anyone that challenged him this much, and you had never met anyone so desperate to prove a point.

When one of you pulled away, you not only were breathing heavily, but dangerously turned on. Your desires were no longer pure wants - they were needs.

“Mark,” you exhaled through shallow breaths, “Please.”

Mark cocked a brow, incredulous, yet amused. “You’re begging?”

You nodded, casting him a needy glance that nearly made him want to give you everything you wanted then and there. It wounded your pride to beg him to do anything, but you weren’t necessarily above it anymore. Lust made you do anything - and it was flowing rapidly through your bloodstream. “Please, I want it.”

That much was entertaining to him, although Mark still didn’t want to give himself to you yet. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to have sex with you, but he wanted to bide his time. He wanted things a specific way and hooking up with you in his car simply wasn’t ideal.

Mark shook his head. “I’m not fucking you in my car.”

You pursed your lips and fought back the best way you knew how, huffing, “Why not? Don’t wanna fuck up your expensive seats? Car sex virgin?”

“My first time was in the back of a car,” Mark told you matter-of-factly, being sure to smile in the most menacing way possible. It was only deserved for the way you left him that day that you kissed him. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face, but you thought he didn’t deserve it. “And everything I wanna do to you can’t happen in a car. You’ve been patient all this time, baby, you can wait a little more.”

“Ever the elaborate controlling perfectionist are you,” you drawled, faux aggravation to your tone.

Mark entwined his fingers with yours. “But you love that about me.”

“I never said that.”

“Oh? Must I remind you of your little love confession in my car earlier?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “No, thank you. But I will be expecting a four-page love letter detailing everything you like about me in the mail signed ‘Markie Pooh’ soon. I like to be courted.”

Mark gave your forehead a chaste peck, grinning as he joked, “I’ll enclose it with a kiss.”

You giggled. 

Soon, Mark drove you back home and you were kissing him goodbye. It was a dramatic farewell, considering you lived right next door to him, but tonight had been magical and you were wondering where the time had gone. All you wanted to do was freeze time and kiss Mark on that bridge forever.

But you were also sick to your stomach that he still wasn’t in your guts. And tonight, you had a plan that would undoubtedly make him snap and give you what you wanted.

Last night, you gave yourself the release that your body was begging for, since Mark refused to fulfill your desires himself. And you made sure to be loud so that your intentions were obvious - ever since the last time he asked you to keep it down, you began doing an impressive job at suppressing your noises, muffling them into your pillow or biting your lip. But not last night. You called it being petty for the right reasons. That was what you were, and rather proudly.

For a little extra flare, you moaned Mark’s name. As much as it was you being petty for the sake of setting him off, it was also a self-indulging experience. Fantasizing about your neighbor was what brought you to the edge quicker than anything, and you came harder than ever with the thought of him on your mind.

Mark didn’t text you the following day. Usually, you would find time through your hectic work hours to chat, and you would spend the better half of your lunch break typing away at your phone, but it was radio silence.

It was weird. Maybe you and Mark were alike in more ways than you thought, and he was also extremely petty. But for the wrong reasons, in your opinion.

When you came home from work, Mark was standing outside his door, waiting. He leaned against it and stared you down.

“Had fun last night?”

Pretending to be oblivious as to what he was referencing, you played dumb and answered, “You mean, at the bridge? Of course. When are we going again?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Mark chastised, glaring. “I heard you last night. You seemed like you were having a good time, you know, moaning my name and all like a slut.”

Never had it ever crossed your mind that you would enjoy Mark calling you a slut, yet here you were, becoming more and more aroused the longer you pushed his buttons. With his commitment to patience, you typically never got much fun out of it, but right now he was approaching his limit and you were anticipating every second of it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied, searching for your keys and acting as if you were paying him no mind.

Mark wasn’t having any of it. For weeks you had all been all over each other, the mutual lust long-established, though now you were suddenly disregarding him and it was with one clear intention in mind. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks, but he would play along with your little game. And he was going to win.

The little remaining bits of restraint he had suddenly exhausted and Mark gripped your wrists, ignoring the sound of surprise you uttered as he dragged you into his apartment. The door slammed shut in your trail and he pushed you up against it, pinning your arms above your head as he began to kiss you with urgency.

Kissing Mark was exhilarating. Whenever his lips were flush against yours, it was as if time stopped. Everything seemed to slow down but the dangerously rapid thud of your heart against your chest and the spreading wildfire in your body. You made an attempt to free your wrists from his seemingly tightening touch, writhing against him with desire to touch him, yet whatever strength you had Mark had more and you were unable to overpower his might.

“Mark,” you exhaled, pulling away to catch your breath. “I want to touch you.”

He hummed, an idea slithering into his brain. “If you want to so bad, then beg.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly incredulous, yet the feeling dissipated when you remembered who exactly you were talking to. Scowling, you said, “I begged you once and now you’re getting too used to it.”

“If you want to get your way when it comes to me, then you better start getting used to it. Now, do you wanna get your pretty little hands on me, or not?”

You sighed. “I do.”

Mark gave you an expecting look. “Then, beg.”

“You want me to get on my knees, too?” you deadpanned, shooting him a sharp glare that he seemed utterly unbothered by - and it exasperated you.

The grin on his lips then was infuriating. “Don’t worry, you’ll do that later.”

Ignoring the very obvious implication of those words, you made a face, but the look in Mark’s eyes when you met his gaze was so goddamn commanding. The dominance to his aura that you had been so intent on destroying was finally getting to you.

“Please,” you whimpered, trying to ignore how pathetic you sounded. “Let me touch you, Mark, please.”

Satisfied, Mark let go of your wrists and his lips immediately fell back on yours, the need to kiss you resurfacing. It was like resuming, pressing play and pause. There was something about hearing and seeing you beg - especially against your will - that he found so arousing. You were so resistant to his dominance and it was all too entertaining to see you finally succumb.

Your hands raced to his shirt and with his own assistance, you hiked it above his head, hands flying to his chest afterwards. For a moment, your eyes opened to ogle at him, wallowing in the sight of his bare skin. Mark began to tug at your blouse and you both began to undress one another, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you both headed to his bedroom.

By the time you got to his bed, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. Lying flat on your back, you watched as Mark took his sweet time to crawl over you. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace from your thighs, to your stomach, to your clothed breasts. You felt as if your breath was stuck in your throat as you anticipated what he would do next, and he finally leaned in your ear, whispering, “You do look good in blue.”

He kissed you there for a little longer, heated and passionate, then pulled you up and said, “Get on your knees.” 

Submissively, you sank to the floor without a fight, which both pleased and surprised Mark. Though the little sly grin playing on your lips was a good enough indicator that you were planning something. And you were. Any other time you would have refused to listen to him without first making an attack on his pride, but you were skilled with your tongue and had a line of people you’d been with to show for it. 

You were resolved to make him unravel - and you would.

The bulge of his dick was prominent through his underwear, of which you tugged down in desperate haste. You had wanted a taste of him for only God knows how long.

His dick sprung against his stomach and by then your mouth was watering. You took him into your palm, smiling up at Mark as you began to leisurely pump him. Your efforts to tease him only became worse, intentionally letting your lips graze the head of his dick every now and then, giving him false hope that you’d finally get to the best part.

“Don’t tease me, doll. You won’t like what’ll happen if you keep up,” Mark warned.

“Punish me, Mark,” you said, smiling broadening.

He wasn’t given the chance to respond before you took his cock into your mouth, a little grunt leaving his mouth instead. You were taking him into your mouth bit by bit, efforts to tease him still lingering. Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it behind your neck.

Mark, a man of patience, was beginning to lose the thing he clung to most. He used your hair to force you down on him some more. “Stop fooling around and take it, baby. Put your mouth to good use for once.”

In pursuit of spiting him, you fooled around for a moment longer, though finally gave up contentedly after you figured that you’d frustrated him enough. Soon you were steadily bobbing your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowed, his fingers gripping your hair to control your movements to an extent.

The wet sound of your mouth sucking his dick and his little noises of pleasure echoed throughout the bedroom. You smiled to yourself slyly at a thought you were having. Mark was a groaner. 

He sounded heavenly. You were quick to discover his weaknesses, catching on to how he became noisier. Mark wasn’t the loudest guy that you’d been with, fairly moderate, but he was still unable to hide the signs that said loud and clear you were making him feel good. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw how pleasure was written all over his face, lips parted and his eyes closing from time to time.

That drove Mark borderline insane, you peering up at him like that - and you had already known that it would. At the end of the day, Mark was simply a man, after all. And you had men all figured out.

“Good girl. Just like that,” he praised, pushing your head down a little more.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you stroked him all the while sucking him off, tasting pre-cum on your tongue. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and it was a pleasure. There was no denying he was close.

When Mark noticed you slowing down in efforts to tease him, he was displeased and decided that he had enough of your schemes. The loosened, relaxed grip on your hair suddenly tightened and he began to thrust into your mouth, taking control. You were good with your mouth and able to take it deep, but the sudden movement caught you off-guard and you began to gag.

“Just when I praise you, you decide you wanna be a little fucking brat,” Mark spat, pulling your hair again. “You just can’t listen, can you?”

You glared up at him, tears pricking your eyes, and the sight made him let out a laugh. He knew as well as the next person that you liked acting tough, but with tears in the corners of your eyes and a cock in your mouth, you looked nothing short of pathetic.

He shot you a withering look, adding, “You always act like you have the whole world in the palm of your hands. You try to get under my skin because you want to see me succumb to the same tricks you play on everyone else, but you know I won’t give an inch and you don’t know how to handle it. Wish you could see how pathetic you look when you shut the hell up and take my cock.”

Right now you wished that he would shut the hell up, but oddly enough, his words were turning you on. You silently prayed that he wouldn’t catch on to how wet you were getting with every passing moment.

Mark was close. His sentences became raspy, deep groans and his pace was relentless, merciless. Like he was trying to bruise the very back of your throat. It took everything in you not to choke out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction in seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He was already enjoying this too much.

Mark groaned, “Fuck. You gonna swallow it, babe?”

As a way of saying ‘yes’, you hummed around his shaft and the vibration was making him lose his mind. You swiftly moved one of your palms to wipe at a streak of tears on your cheeks before he noticed.

You doubted that he did. Mark was in another world, eyes closed as he was overcome by pleasure. The warmth and wetness of your mouth was everything and he was out of control, movements unrestrained. He came in your mouth with a grunt, giving your hair one last violent tug as his climax struck his body. You milked him dry, taking every bit of his cum in your mouth that you could possibly manage.

There was a noise when you rolled him out of your mouth, looking him in his eyes immediately afterwards. Mark was breathless, and so were you, but he could only smile.

You gave him a look, voice slightly hoarse from the throat-fucking as you asked, “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, smile unfaltering, but it was obviously something. “I’m simply enjoying the way you look with spit and my cum on your lips and chin.”

You rolled your eyes and wiped yourself clean with the back of your hand. “And I was enjoying the way you looked like you were on the verge of losing your shit.”

“Funny how you’re only quiet when you have a dick in your mouth.”

Wittily, you retorted, “Maybe I would shut up if you fucked me.”

Instead of giving you an immediate response, Mark pulled you back onto the mattress, hovering above you as you lay flat on your back. “Mm-hm. That’s why you were moaning my name so loud last night, right? Because you wanted my dick?”

One of his palms slipped underneath the band of your underwear and you let out a little cry of surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against your arousal. You were holding in your breath. It had been so long since anyone had you like this and you were touch-starved, feeling completely deprived of sex and nearly the memory of what it was like.

His free hand gave a loud, resounding smack to your thigh, and you yelped. “That was a question, doll.”

“Yes,” you choked out. “Please. I want it so bad, Mark.”

“So wet, all for me,” he sighed with bliss. His fingers were now plunging inside your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. You hadn’t been this wet in ages. “How long has it been since you were last with someone?”

“I don’t know, like three months,” you guessed, not really wanting to think about it when his touch was all you could focus on. “A really long fucking time, basically.”

Mark made a face, surprised. “No wonder you’re so damn needy.”

His teasing did nothing to help and you were quickly growing impatient. There was no need to explain why it had been so long, you were certain he already knew. With your work schedule there was rarely time to meet new people and you had no one to come home to. But Mark made it too goddamn easy, and considering how hard you worked, you could use a good fuck.

“It’ll be a year by the time you fuck me,” you grumbled, impatient. What more did he want you to do? You sucked him off, begged, and yet he was still torturing you by resisting. It was like he was deliberately trying to get you to lose your goddamn mind, and knowing Mark, you wouldn’t put it past him. It was working.

Mark said nothing, looking at you blithely. And hungrily. There was still a layer of clothes obstructing the view of your bare skin, and greedily his hands flew to the band of your underwear. You bit back a whimper at the feeling of being suddenly empty, but Mark tore your panties past your ankles, and your bra immediately followed as he tugged on the straps.

The sight of your naked body had Mark’s dick throbbing and he swore then that you were Aphrodite. You were driving him past the brink of insanity. He had envisaged your body in his dreams and fantasies, though nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked sprawled out on his sheets and he could only think one thing. Goddamn.

That was it for him. He was still resolved to tease you to sheer hell, but he could keep playing your games while inside of you.

You made a tiny gasp when you felt the head of Mark’s cock prod your folds. The sight of your pussy was his kryptonite - you were dripping with arousal. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you just as much. He pushed the tip in with a raspy groan and made a couple slow, shallow thrusts.

Then a couple turned into too many for you to count and you were becoming impatient. More than you already were. “Mark, hurry the hell up,” you grumbled.

“Mm, no. I think I’ll keep going like this,” Mark teased. After the way you treated him only moments ago, he wasn’t the least bit sympathetic. “I told you, you weren’t going to like what happened if you kept teasing me. Now look.”

Just like he said you wouldn’t, you weren’t liking this. He was agonizingly slow, not deep enough, and it was all deliberate. Karma was a fucking bitch.

“Fuck you,” you spat, insincere.

Mark was totally unbothered, seemingly paying you no mind as he replied, “That’s no way to talk to the man who you’re so wet for. Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Holding back a groan in fear of his changing his mind about reconsidering, you tidied up the sentence you were preparing to say to him and fixed your tone. “Mark, can you please move faster?”

“Don’t you sound so sweet when you ask like a good girl,” Mark sang. Before you could muster a response, he finally thrusted completely into you and you moaned. The way your pussy gripped him was his vice, and you stretched to accommodate his size.

In no time he also discarded his formerly slow pace and adopted a new, speedier one. The way he was pounding you was so deep and perfect and you grabbed his shoulders, desperately needing something to cling to.

This type of experience used to only exist in your head. More often than not, you winded up touching yourself to the thought of the man before you as a way to cope with your stress and lechery. You would close your eyes and picture his dark hair matted by sweat, his face scrunched up with pleasure. You would imagine the noises that he’d make when he finally felt the grip of your pussy around his dick, the way your body responded to his every touch. It got you off too quick, tempting you to march over to his apartment and demand he finished the job.

But you never did. You wanted to see him lose his patience - and you did.

“Pussy’s so damn tight,” Mark groaned, which made you grin smugly. You knew that already.

Mark leaned low and began to press soft kisses into your skin, his thumb brushing over your stiff nipples. He found you utterly beautiful, no flaw in his eyes. The breathy sounds you were making in response felt like hearing an angel.

Although you were enjoying yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing and said, “Don’t be gentle with me, baby.”

Mark smiled softly. “I don’t plan to be, doll.”

When Mark was finished with your breasts, his mouth replaced them, beginning to latch roughly onto your neck. Which made you sigh out in bliss. The feeling of his teeth digging sharply into your flesh made you certain that he was going to leave Mark’s, and you were too fond of it. You wanted Mark to make you his.

Everything was too much in the best way possible. You were intoxicated by the feeling of Mark’s bare cock between your walls, striking the sweetest parts of you. Your mouth parted in too-loud moans of his name.

He gripped your throat, looking you dead in the eyes as he commanded, “Be fucking quiet.”

That made you clench around his length. At first, your eyes widened, but you recovered swiftly and your lips curled into a broad smile as you met Mark’s gaze. The look on your face right then made his cock twitch.

“You like that, huh?” he asked, tightening the grip around your neck. You couldn’t get a single coherent word out, choking, but the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head was more than the perfect answer.

Mark let go of your throat after a moment and began to watch the way your cunt swallowed him whole. It was satisfying to have you at his disposal like this. He was hell bent on taming you, no matter how many fucks it took; the more the merrier. He couldn’t get enough of the way you felt - warm, wet walls clamping tightly around his size - and he knew deep down that there was no way in hell this would be the last time.

There was no going back. He was set on you; you on him. You were different from anyone he had ever been with before, you were a challenge. Brats were something he never thought he would be fond of, wallowing in the fact that most women bent to his will. But you caught onto his behavior fast and opposed it, resolved to break down his walls, and he was game. Mark never went down without a fight, though neither did you, and he liked it too damn much.

Taming you was fun. It was something he never knew that he needed until you suddenly came into his life, providing him a little thrill and excitement on a silver platter. You were so much like him that it was all too easy to read you, to find out what made you tick. And making you feel defeated was what he got out of trying to put a leash on your wildness.

Not too long after, you were moaning in a chant, “Mark,” his words forewarning you to be quiet going in one ear and out of the other. You couldn’t help it. It felt perfect. He was so deep and so thick, making you feel full.

“Brat,” Mark hissed, shaking his head. But with how utterly disobedient you were he didn’t bother to scold you again, taking matters into his own hands by picking your panties and shoving them into your mouth. “That’ll shut you up.”

There was an instant sound of protest and likely you cursing at him, considering how you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no way for him to tell. Mark smiled tauntingly. “Can’t hear you, babe,” he said.

You raised your middle finger in a silent retaliation, but Mark retaliated back even quicker and lifted your hands above your head, pinning them down to the mattress. You felt so fucking powerless, yet Mark had so much power over you and your body. It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t long before you could finally sense your orgasm building up, a dam on the very verge of breaking loose. Everything felt otherworldly and you swore that you were no longer breathing. Like you were gone, but your body was still physically alive and well. Pleasure ripped through every last vein in your bare body and consumed it in its entirety, swallowing you in its mass.

Mark’s pace was merciless, and when he moved one of his hands to wrap around your throat, so was the tight squeeze on both sides. It was damn near bruising and your eyes were fluttering, but you didn’t want him to stop. You were internally begging that he wouldn’t.

Your panties fell from your mouth and you took the opportunity to ask with a struggle, “Can I please cum, Mark?”

“Let go for me, babe,” Mark grunted, resisting the urge to comment on how pathetic you sounded asking for permission in your hoarse little voice. It came to him as a pleasant surprise, and a satisfying sound that left his dick throbbing.

There was no need to tell you twice. You came with one last cry of his name, back arching as you began to come undone. It was explosive, your entire body reacting to the intensity of it. Your toes clenched and your pussy gripped relentlessly around his shaft. You swore that you were beginning to see stars.

Mark pulled out and came on your stomach with a deep sexy groan, the sight and sound of you at your very climax triggering his own orgasm consecutively. His hands loosened their grip and set you free, and soon you were both lying flat on his bed, panting heavily.

“So,” he began through shallow breaths, and you braced yourself for whatever he could have possibly said next. “How’s that for a weak dick game?”

You glanced at him confused, then suddenly broke into a fit of laughter after you recalled what he was referencing. You had insulted his game. “I take it back,” you replied. “It’s alright.”

Mark raised a brow. “Just alright? Like I didn’t have to put your panties in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop screaming my name?”

“I was not screaming.”

“You were screaming. And…,”

Before he could add anything else - and you knew he would, refusing to let you live anything that happened today down - you smashed your lips against his and carded your fingers through his hair, effectively shutting him up. Mark kissed back with joy, smiling against your lips. All of the other kisses that you two shared had consisted of rough, unrestrained attempts at dominating one another, but this was slow and sweet. It was gentle, and dare you say loving.

“One more round?” you asked when you pulled away.

Mark snickered. “Don’t tempt me, baby. If we start with one it might become two.”

You licked your lips and grinned. That was useful information. “Nope, I’m tempting you. Now give in.”

Mark gave your lips another kiss, but immediately became distracted once he caught another glimpse of the swell of your breasts. “Damn, baby,” he sighed contentedly, running his hands over the shape. “I just fucking might.”

Temptations. Oh, how dangerous they were. But caving into them might have been the best decision you’d ever made - and Mark was living proof.

He was your temptation.

[domjaehyun]

crybaby → l.mk, l.dh, n.jm

PAIRING: hyuck x mark x jaemin x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 11k

GENRE: smuuut, it’s smut, seriously stop reading this line it’s smut that’s all there is to it, jk a bit of fluff surprise!

CONTENTS: dacryphilia, sadistic doms, choking, manhandling, brat taming, light daddy kink, overstimulation, oral (receiving & giving), foursome, degradation, some praise kink, reader’s kind of a lil hoe but it’s okay because we love her anyway, hyuck favoritism (because…come on…it’s hyuck), uh…the 00 line has been aged up one year (or Mark’s been aged down) so they’re all the same class year!

SUMMARY: When Donghyuck, Jaemin, and Mark find out they aren’t the only ones you’ve been talking to, they decide to take matters into their own hands.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: JK Rowling is a pathetic excuse for a human being, so we’re gonna pretend she didn’t write this series. It’s also totally fine if you don’t know Harry Potter stuff; I do my best to explain everything for you!! If you still have questions, you can always Google them or send a message to my inbox! This is also…kind of…a (late) birthday present for Raya @gohyuck​ 🥰 I hope you like it, Raya! Happy birthday; I hope your day was filled with love and light and happiness like you deserve! I love you! Also, everyone: please leave feedback if you liked it! It really means a lot to me when I check reblogs and see things in the tags or I get messages about my works!

“Psst.”

You roll your eyes and focus on stirring the liquid in your cauldron. Your potion is supposed to be a lovely scarlet shade, but right now it’s a murky grey. You sigh and pour in the suggested amount of dittany, a pleased smile forming on your face when the potion bubbles and fizzes and turns the appropriate shade of red.

“Psst!”

“Hm. Well done.” Professor Snape says with an air of reluctance in his tone as he walks by your desk and peers into your cauldron. A proud smile takes over your face, and you keep stirring your cauldron, humming softly to yourself. The sun filters through the foggy windows–you can’t recall the last time you or anyone else saw Filch cleaning them, honestly–and brightens up the dreary classroom, made all the drearier by Professor Snape and his no-nonsense, downright hostile ambiance. 

“Pretty girl, are you sure you want me to raise my voice and have everyone hear what I’m about to say to you?”

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[jaesqueso]

Trouble (m)

pairing: trouble!wiwnin x female!reader (featuring taeil and jaehyun)

summary: when you met Sicheng you had no idea of the trouble you were getting into

word count: 6,014

warnings: angst, alcohol and cigarettes, strong language, protected sex, winwin is kind of an asshole sometimes, inspired by the story behind DEAN’s album ‘130 mood: TRBL’ where the tracks should be played from last to first

a/n: this was supposed to be for “the music shop” collab but the user deactivated and cancelled the collab, however I had already planned the story for this and was supper excited so I decided not to waste it and post it anyway! hope ya’ll enjoy ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

trouble

/ˈtrʌb(ə)l/

noun

difficulty or problems

public unrest or disorder

Dong Sicheng

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[yutaabyss]

Can I get a winwin smut :D I swear theres only like 5 winwin smuts on this app 🧍‍♀️

this is so true!! and for what? that man is hot

requested/ dinner party

characters: winwin x female!reader

genre: smut

warnings: rough sex, oral (f), spanking, infidelity, Sicheng big dick, overstimulation, unprotected sex 

author’s note: i fuck with sicheng so hard

Dong Sicheng’s eyes met yours across the dinner table as you took a sip from your water. It felt surreal sitting in front of him, the conversations from your guests blurring into the background. Nothing was more interesting than him. You knew you should pull your gaze from him and instead focus on your soon-to-be fiance, but quite honestly you had grown a distaste for the other man seated next to you, and the revelation that he was indeed going to propose tonight sickened you. It wasn’t always this way, but after spending two years with him you grew further apart, and marriage seemed to be his last-ditch effort to save your already dead relationship. Tonight, you refused to leave an engaged woman. No, you were going to leave free from it all, and something about the way Sicheng’s eyes bore into yours told you he was the golden ticket. 

“Why don’t we move this to the living area for cocktails,” your mother rose from her seat, gesturing toward the hall. This dinner party was too over-the-top for your tastes, the only thing you liked about it was Dong Sicheng. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I’m going to mingle with some of my mother's friends,” his voice made you cringe. Who even used the word mingle at the age of 24? You nodded in understanding, opting to stand by yourself, still sipping your glass of water, never one to really enjoy alcohol, seeing as an addiction to it was one of your boyfriend's many faults. You played with the ends of your hair mindlessly, staring at an ugly painting your parents had placed above the fireplace. “Excuse me,” a deep, silky voice pulled your attention away from the shit artwork. “Yes?” you nearly gasped audibly as you saw him up close. “You must be Y/N,” his smile was soft against his sharp face. “Ah, yes, I’m her,” you internally screamed at how awkward you sounded. But Sicheng just smiled wider, “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” he took a drink from his cup. You felt heat rise to your face at the compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you blinked away as soon as the flirty words left your mouth. Sicheng blushed slightly, chuckling to himself, he moved in closer to you, whispering “rumor around the party is you’re getting engaged tonight.” Your eyes widened as you looked at him, his beautiful face right in front of yours, “so the story goes,” your voice was a little shaky. “Doesn’t seem like you want that to happen,” he smirked, intense brown eyes scanning your face for any signs of protest. Instead, you just stared back at him, holding the same intensity. 

Hmm,” he hummed softly, his fingers catching the soft ends of your hair, twirling them. “I wonder why I was sat at the other end of the dinner table. Shouldn’t the other half of you sit there?” his fingers tugged the hair gently causing your breath to hitch. “Well, he’s not my other half,” you felt resentment for the other man bubble in your chest. “Then maybe it was fate,” his smirk returned as he backed away. “What’s your name?” you realized he hadn’t even introduced himself. “Dong Sicheng, I work with your father. He invited me to your ‘engagement’ party,” he took another drink. “And why did you come if you don’t even know either of us?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “He showed me a picture and you looked so unsatisfied” he paused for a minute, “and I figured I could satisfy you instead.” You were finding it hard to breathe as his comment made you dizzy. Your skin was burning like you had a fever, waves of excitement and nervousness crashing throughout your body. Now you smirked at him, “how can you satisfy me Dong Sicheng?” you held a sultry tone. “Why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll show you,” he traced his slender fingers over your exposed collar bones. 

You walked inside the room with the knowledge that Sicheng was definitely going to fuck you and you couldn’t be more ready for that. All night at the party, you were consumed with the thought of him and what he could do to you. As if he knew what you thought he looked at you amused. “Let me help you take this off,” his hands moved to your back, unzipping the black fabric. He pressed into your back, this was truly what you had been waiting for all night. 

Sicheng kissed up your neck, hands removing the straps of your dress off your shoulders. His touch was delicate as it cascaded down your skin, light shivers following his path. His plump lips reached your jaw where he sucked a few marks into the flesh, airy moans falling past your awaiting lips before he captured them in a deep kiss. He spun your body around, stepping you out of your dress and pushing you against the wall. His kiss became needier and more dominant as he pressed you harder against the white surface. “Sicheng,” you pulled back, lips swollen from his abuse. “Please fuck me.” It’s like your words lit a flame in him, his body immediately reacting. “Well, when you ask like that,” he grabbed you, pulling you to the bed.

The room was dark with warm lighting, your bodies mere shadows in the golden light. He laid you down on the grey covers, his fingers working to undo his belt. “You can do anything you want to me,” your doe eyes blinked up at him, lashes fanning your cheeks as you rest on your elbows. His face was hard, eyes darkening upon your words. He pulled the leather belt from his pant loops, throwing his suit jacket and dress shirt off next, his pants the last before he got between your legs. He bit the skin on your breasts, kissing the mark after. You fell all the way onto the bed as his lips sucked your nipple into his warm mouth, tongue licking it. “Sicheng,” you moaned his name loudly as his hips humped into yours. “I wanna taste you,” he kissed down your tummy until he met the band of your panties. He pulled the fabric down your thighs, your center fully exposed to him. “You’re so wet,” he swiped a finger through the wetness, licking it off as you watched. He wasted no time, mouth licking between your folds and sucking on your clit. You couldn’t control the sounds that fell from your mouth as he began fingering you. “So tight too,” he shoved a third finger in you, prepping your body for what was going to come. “F-fuck Sicheng,” you cried his name as you came around his slender digits. His lips were covered in your essence, his tongue darting out to lick them clean, heat rushed back to your face as you watched him. “You taste so sweet it’s addicting,” he practically moaned. “But I can’t want anymore.”

Sicheng freed himself from his boxers, his dick hitting his stomach. You gawked at him, worried if he could fit it all, “Sicheng,” you gasped as he pushed the tip in you. “You can take it,” he grunted, bottoming out in you. Your eyes rolled back, back-arching, mouth falling into an o shape as he thrust into you. His moans mixed with yours, filling the quiet room with sinful noises. He pulled out suddenly, “Flip over,” he ordered you, grabbing your hips and helping you do it like you couldn’t on your own. The more turned on he got the more aggressive he became, but you liked it more than you should. He pushed back into you, the sound of your wetness made him twitch in you. “Look at you,” he laughed sadistically, smacking your ass hard. The sting hurt badly, but the way he was fucking you made it bearable. “So ready for me to destroy you,” he spanked you again and again until you were crying. It’s like he wanted you to look like a mess when you went back downstairs. “Sicheng, please,” you gripped the bed sheets, desperately wanting to cum. He rubbed your clit, cock stretching you out with every thrust. You clenched around him, cumming hard, your juices running down your thighs. “Fuck,” he cursed as your wetness engulfed him further. He didn’t let up, his pace reaching a backbreaking speed as he chased his own high. You cried harder, legs shaking as he fucked you into overstimulation. “Sicheng, it’s too mu-” he hit you with a brutal thrust. Your mouth fell open and your knees gave way, your body falling onto the bed. You were caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. “Tell me you want it,” his voice was addicting. “I-I want it,” your throat hurt from crying and begging. “Please,” you pulled harder on the blanket underneath you. “Louder,” his hips were basically bruising you at this point. “I want it,” you begged louder. “S-Sicheng, I’m-” you came all over him again, your orgasm rocking through you. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his end, hot cum filling up your abused pussy and trickling down your legs. He pulled out of you, laying down next to your fragile form on the bed. “Sicheng,” you looked over at him. “Hmm,” his fingers ran through your hair. “We should probably go back down there.”

When you were cleaned up and put back together as best as you could be, you both headed back downstairs. Sicheng went first, you followed shortly after, in hopes nothing would look suspicious. But as you made your way into the living room full of guests you didn’t like, you began to question if you really cared. Sicheng just fucked you in your guest bedroom and you’d do it again, so why care what the audience thought. “Y/N, there you are,” your boyfriend's irritating voice stopped you from thinking further. “I’ve been looking for you,” he pulled you toward the center of the room, you knew it was time. Everyone was looking at the both of you, your mother rushing to gather anyone who might not be in the room. “I wanted to tell you,” He rambled on. You couldn’t listen anymore, his voice like you’re own personal hell, “stop.” His eyes widened in shock, “What?” he asked. “I said stop,” you yanked on his arm for him to get off his knee. “I- why?” you could see the concern in his eyes; the embarrassment. “I just fucked another man,” your face held no emotion but, on the inside, you felt more than good. “Excuse me?” his voice rose in volume. “I said,” you turned toward all the people staring, eyes meeting Sicheng’s, “I just fucked another man. Upstairs, in the guest bedroom, and I loved every second of it,” the audience shared a collective gasp, but Sicheng just smirked, taking a sip from his new drink. “So, if you’d excuse me,” you looked at your boyfriend, “I’ll be leaving so he can fuck me again.” You walked through the crowd of people, each one holding shock in their eyes as you passed by, your mother calling for you but doing nothing to actually stop you, as you grabbed Sicheng and pulled him along. 

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Take me to the stars - W.KH

Pairing: Wong Kunhang / Hendery x fem!reader

Word count: 4063 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, stoner!hendery, antisocial nerd!reader, fluff, smut

Warnings: substance consumption and its inevitable consequences, prejudice, oral and fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (*sighs*), Hendery has a big dick (and I stand by that)

A/n: I put a lot of thought into this, there are approximately 2000 stylistic devices in there, wahtever you might think is weird is there for a reason. Why am I getting defensive?

"...and please check the lists for the partner assignments on your way out."

After what seemed like an eternity of one and a half hours, you move to pack your things. It's your second year in university, of course there are corses that you like and don't like, but literature class is mostly fun. You'd consider yourself a good student when it comes to this subject, you generally like the literature that's discussed in class and in your essays. And, sure, while it's fun to be able to discuss topics with other people to get their opinions that might vary and differ from your own on a variety of topics, you prefer doing things on your own. In your opinion – that's been proven right over and over again in past, forced interactions with classmates, you're the only person you can trust and rely on with your assignments. So the reason why your professor found it necessary to pair you up into groups of two for your next essay is beyond you. Still, on your way out, you fight your way through the bundle of students gathered in front of the professor's desk, searching for your name on the list just like everyone else.

No.

No way.

A 'Would you look at that. Excited to work with me?' from somewhere behind you would be what you'd expect in this type of situation, like they do in movies. Sadly, that is impossible since the person you got paired with - the worst person you could have imagined out of the gathering of tweenies that sit around in this hall with you every Thursday - doesn't even show up to classes.

Wong Hendery, presumably a pain in the ass – actually, you don't know that for sure, you've never seen him since, as mentioned before, he's never stepped a single foot into this building – but you assume he must be. Rumor has it that he's only attending university because his parents want him to. They are filthily rich, so he has to go through with it in order to not lose their financial support. Besides praising him for his laid-back-ness, people also say that he usually hangs around on the big field next to the library with his friends, so this is where you head.

You move through the hallway, mind clouded with sorrow and worries about your grade in the upcoming assignment. It's not that you're that good of a student, you're not the best, but your accomplishments in university bring you far enough to be able to worry about grades, especially since this seems to be the final work for the semester, putting the weight of the importance of assessment heavily on your shoulders. Right now, it is important to you to get good grades, maybe even the best grades, and there's not much space left in your mind to focus on anything else.

As soon as you step out the door, the lovely late March air greets your nostrils, carrying the scent of slowly blooming buds and carefreeness. Your eyes scan over the area of lawn that's filled with students relaxing and enjoying their break in between corses, the weather of gentle sun rays allowing them to spend their time outside, finally, after such a cold winter.

You sigh. You're not here to think about the weather, there's a task at hand, and you won't come far unless you get in touch with the person who you just know is going to make this relatively easy assignment a nightmare of missed deadlines, stress-fueled nail-biting and headaches.

"Wong Hendery?" You shout out in hopes of someone coming over to you. And to your pleasant surprise, someone does. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, hands grabbing ahold of the loops of your backpack that hangs rather heavily on your back. The guy comes closer, and with every step he takes, you understand more and more why everyone seems to be so forgiving with his absenteeism.

"You called me, pretty?" He grins as he comes to a halt in front of you, slightly towering over your smaller height. You gulp.

Admittedly, you'd anticipated someone different, might it be your prejudice from past experiences or something else, but you're a bit stunned, to be honest. Gaze grazing over his exterior, you notice a lot of things about him. You decide that you like his long, slightly wavy, black hair and the way he exclusively dresses in clothes that are at least two sizes too big for him, and vans. It makes him stand out. It makes him special. He doesn't seem to care one bit about the presumed wealth of his family if he dresses like this. It makes you weirdly fond of him, for some reason.

"Uh," for a second, you get lost in his wide smile and his glossy eyes before you're able to catch himself, blinking quickly a couple of times before you open your mouth. "We have to do a literature project together. You coming?"

"Right now?" He asks, a little stunned.

"If you're free?"

He nods, you expect him to grab his stuff, but apparently the only thing be brought was himself, a pack of cigarettes (?) and a lighter that he holds in his hands. Without another word explaining where you're headed, you turn around, guiding the way into the library which you assume he doesn't even know the location of. Silently, he follows you, and you ask yourself just why this was so easy. You'd anticipated him blocking your attempts of trying to get him to work with you, or worse, just leaving without another word or glance. That he's so compliant actually lifts some of the weight of worrying about your final grade off your shoulders.

At the same time, you can't help but to imagine explaining that situation to your professor, maybe getting a free pass on the group project and doing one of your own on your own instead.

You sit down in a separate room in the library that is meant for small study group, which you kind of are, and you whip out your notebook, explaining the assignment to him. You can't really decipher the look in his eyes, so you plainly assume that he knows absolutely nothing about literature, so you begin to explain pretty much everything you did in the lecture until this day briefly.

At that, he nods, but doesn't seem too interested in what you're saying. His dark eyes might be glued to your lips, their movement and the way your tongue glides out to wet them every few minutes, but he just blandly stares seemingly into nothingness. You try not to read too much into that.

After about an hour, you're done.

"Honey, I'll be honest. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, but how about I take you home and we start together, how's that?"

Slightly thrown off by the name, your mouth opens to protest, but thinking about it, it might be the best solution. That way, he's in a familiar environment, all while you're not: the best way to study, in your opinion. It would also get everything done as soon as possible, giving you the opportunity to focus on your other assignments for the time being. And – and this is most possibly the heaviest reason why you agree – you're kind of curious to see how he lives, not that you'd ever admit to that.

As he pulls into his drive way, you take in your surroundings. Firstly, you're glad that you finally arrived since his car – all due respect – reeks of weed and you'd stepped on multiple McDonald's bags molding away in the footwell during the five minute ride. The mansion you pull up to tells you that the assumption of your peers seem to be correct as it stands proudly before you. As soon as he takes you through the front door, all you see is marble, stucco and chandeliers.

You feel like you should be impressed, but you aren't. Hendery seems like he does not give two shits about money with the way he behaves and carries himself, so you automatically detach him from everything you're seeing right now.

The two of you make your way out the back into the garden, a beautiful wide lawn with trees and flowers blooming around and a about, a little pond on the right side of the area that seem to hold a bunch of fish and ducks. You step forwards on a trail that leads to a separate, smaller house at the back of the garden, almost hidden behind the large bamboo trees the area offers. It's way less pompous than the actual house you'd just seen, and seemed rather normal, like one of those bungalows you slept in during field trips.

Once you arrive inside, you see a lot of carpets, a big couch and a huge TV. Hendery invites you to sit down, and after gently resting your backpack against the couch, you do, watching him leave the room for an unknown reason, and allow yourself to sink into the many pillows as you take in more of the room.

Large windows illuminate the small place Hendery calls his home. There are a few plants on the shelves, that are stuffed full with comic books and video game cases. Next to the couch, you notice a glass door leading to some sort of gaming room that shines purple with LED-light stripes. There's also a staircase leading up to a platform where he sleeps, you assume. On the other side of the staircase you can fairly make out the corners of a kitchen. You have to say, it's pretty neat.

"You like it?" Hendery grins after putting his jacket away and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen area.

"Sure," you half-smile. You still don't know what to think of this guy. On one hand, you're influenced by his (bad) reputation and therefore still a little anxious about the assignment and how you're going to get this person to work on it with you, with equal amounts of workloads and hours. On the other hand, he draws you in. He seems like an interesting person, and you're surprised that you're really showing so much interest in someone else that you want to get to know them, let alone see their home. You're not superstitious by any means, but you feel like there's a connection.

Hendery turns on the television, allowing a random show to play quietly in the background before taking a medium sized, blue box from the couch table onto his lap.

"You mind?" He asks as he opens it, looking over at you as he presents the contents of the box to you. In there's a stoner's wet dream: different shaped and sized grinders, papers and tips from a variety of brands and a good amount of weed.

"Oh- uh.. of course not, it's your house." You say.

He grins and starts rolling a joint and to be honest, you're mesmerized by the process. He plugs a piece of paper off the block and folds a tiny part at one end in before rolling the whole piece into a papery, white straw. Next, he unzips the bag that contains the weed, expertly picking the right amount to stuff into a small metal cylinder, grinding the dried plant into tiny crumbs. Lastly, he assembles everything inside a thin long-paper. You find yourself watching with interest, to your surprise especially when he brings the whole thing up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet the paper so it will stick together. And even though you don't have much to compare it to, you think the joint looks pretty good.

"Okay, wanna start?" He asks before lighting his joint. He lets the tip sit between his lips and inhales deeply, the scent of weed filling the air, but due to it's freshness, it's much more bearable than inside his care, maybe pleasant, even. You clear your throat before opening the zipper of your backpack.

"Alright, the drama. I think you should read it before we do anything, really. I brought you my copy, you can keep it." You gently place it on the table, careful to not bump into any empty cans or other pieces of general trash with your fingers.

"I already read that," Hendery answers before blowing out a big cloud of smoke into the air, and you notice that he does this to keep the smoke remotely away from you, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh- great! Then we can take everything a little slower than I thought." You smile to yourself and lean back for a second. Oddly, his presence calms you, or maybe that's just the scent of the smoke slowly creeping up to where you're seated, but you don't have to say that you mind. Somehow, the whole atmosphere is relaxing as it is, finally letting you take a breath from all the stress and burdensome encounters of your life.

The evening carries on and the two of you just start talking about everything and nothing. You notice that he likes to talk about pretty much everything except for himself, the last fact surprisingly characterizes yourself pretty well as well. You enjoy the way he's able to entertain you without even trying, the way he doesn't rely on your answers or input to keep the conversation going. Every time you want to add something, you can, but everything just feels so relaxed that you don't feel pressured, and that is something that makes you instantly fond of him. Usually, people expect something of you, something that you don't want to or can't give them. In the past, this had stressed you out so much, given you anxiety and insomnia to the point where you cut ties with almost everyone you knew.

With Hendery, it's different, and for some reason you hope that it's the same for him. You want him to feel comfortable with you. You want him to be able to open up with you. It's getting awfully late, yet you don't even know anything besides his zodiac sign.

You two sit outside on his porch, listening to the chirping of the crickets while looking at the night sky. He's just finished his second joint of the night, feeling high and free as ever, and you realize that you really like the way he looks when he sits so close to you, eyelids heavy and a lazy grin on his face. Uncharacteristically for you, you find that he's pretty. And he knows a whole lot about the stars and the universe.

You watch him as he babbles about a random constellation and its meaning in ancient Greece, his eyes lighting up almost with passion, his strong jawline, his pretty nose and his slender lips that look so kissable. Not once in your life had you felt like this. It's like the world had stopped moving around you, there's nothing else that matters when you sit here. You feel like you're in a different dimension, like nothing can harm you, and nothing can hurt you, which is why you don't even hesitate as you ask him the following question.

"Can I kiss you, Hendery?"

Before you realize, it's already out there, and before you can worry about it, he's already turned to look at you with a smile. "Are you sure, or are you just high?"

You smile. Maybe the amount of smoke you've passively inhaled in the past hours has made you somewhat more comfortable, but you're not high, or at least, you don't think you are. But you know that you feel something, just like before, like a connection. "I'm not high, Hendery" 'But I want to be high on oxytocin with you', you want to say. But you don't. "I just want to kiss you."

And with that, he leans in, stopping just before his lips touch yours, letting his breath tease your lips before closing the distance. He tastes like weed, of course, but he also tastes like strawberries. Like cotton candy. Like a comfortable hug. Like the gently warmth of a candle. But before you can really sink into the kiss, he's gone again.

He gets up and holds his hand out for you to grab before guiding you inside. He doesn't want you to get cold.

"How come time passes so fast?" You ask, almost pouting as you look at the time on your phone showing that it's past 3am. You really don't want to go home, not yet, you don't want this to end, whatever it might be, and whatever it might lead to. And as if he could read your mind, he offers you to stay.

You find yourself lying in his bed half an hour later, wide open eyes staring at the ceiling above Hendery's mattress, alone, as he offered to take the couch. You feel strange, not because the bed is uncomfortable, not because he's making you uncomfortable, but because you feel so tremendously alone. You feel like you're in a dream when you're with him, so it feels strange once you aren't, as if you're meant to be with him right now.

Quietly, you get up, making your way down the steps of the staircase carefully as to not wake him up. You're not exactly sure what your plan is, and this is so not you, a person who usually plans every single step of your daily routine in detail to not have to face any unpleasant surprises, and to not miss anything.

You can already see him on the couch, his figure completely wrapped in a blanket between the pillows, the light on his porch shining through the windows illuminating his frame.

Carefully, you sit down on the couch and he stirs, turning his body to face you.

"You okay?"

"Can't sleep."

"Come here." He lifts his blanket, inviting you to lay with him. Hesitantly for a second, you take his offer, slipping underneath the blanket with him. And you've never felt so warm. You cuddle your back into his chest and he hugs you from behind.

"Is this really okay for you?" You turn your head to look at him.

He lifts his head to look at you, a surprised raise to his eyebrows. "Are you asking because I stopped kissing you?"

You nod.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

You nod again.

"If I would have kept kissing you, I don't know if I could have stopped there. Your lips just- you taste like something I can't quite explain, you know, but it felt too good. Didn't want to pressure you into anything just because I didn't want to hold back. It's just- there's something about you that takes me in."

"I liked kissing you too." You completely turn around now, his face only centimeters away from yours.

"Do you want to do it again?"

You kiss him. Deeply. Trying to put all of the emotions of safety you're feeling into the kiss, and there you taste it again. Caramel, Hazelnut, the feeling of warm morning sun on your skin. And you don't want to let it go.

Before you know it, your hands find hold on his chest, gently caressing him over his shirt. You feel one of his big hands taking yours, gently holding it onto himself so you can feel his heart beating a little faster. Yours does it too. You shift closer to him. Everything is still too far away.

This time, it's you who breaks the kiss. You look into his eyes.

"I want you, Hendery." You're still so close that you can feel his breath hitch against your skin.

"Are you sure?" His voice is barely above a whisper. Is he trying to hold himself back? As an answer, you let your hand wander over his tummy downwards, deeper and deeper until you reach the hem of his sweatpants. You feel him gasp.

"You can have me any way you like," you whisper into his ear. That's all it takes for him to kiss you again, messier than before, but still contained. He shifts above you, caging you with his taller frame. You use the opportunity to let your hands finally wander over his body. You couldn't make it out under his baggy clothing, but he is pretty slim, but muscular still.

"I want to taste you, baby," he mumbles into your mouth, "not just your mouth. I want to taste everything."

His words make you whine against him. In this moment, you don't care you didn't properly shave this morning, you don't care about anything else than the man above you, who wants you just as bad as you want him.

You allow him to take his pants off you (that he gave you before you went to bed) and you open your legs for him to have you. You feel goosebumps prickle over your skin as his breath hits your core. And when he finally leans in to taste you, you're gone. The way his tongue tangles around your clit, the way he sucks you into his mouth is heavenly. Never has anyone made you feel quite like this.

Raw moans leave your lips, catching his ears and spurning him on as he fucks his tongue into your hole, revenging the inside of your wetness like a starved man. You can hear him groan.

Hendery looks up at you, keeping steady eye contact as he inserts a finger into you, slowly pushing in, making you feel every centimeter of it before he curls it up, moving in and out to rub over that sensitive area inside of you. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, and he uses the loss of eye contact to focus on your core again, adding a second finger before diving in, lapping skillfully at your clit.

Right now, you feel like you're in heaven. Or in hell, because it's too hot and sexy to be heaven. Either way, you feel your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. You don't hold back, moans spilling from your lips as you let yourself go onto his tongue, onto his fingers that move so perfectly inside you that you could cry. The waves of your orgasm crash over you in a way you feel like you've never felt before. You cry out Hendery's name, your hands holding onto his hair as he lets you ride out your high on his tongue, only pulling back after leaving you overly sensitive.

He comes back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself and for some reason, it's the sexiest thing you can imagine right now. You still want him inside you, though. and you let him know by desperately rocking your hips against his.

"Please, I want you in me, Hendery"

He does as you say, not being able to wait any longer to finally unite with you, finally be as close to each other as possible. He removes his pants and you can't wait for him to finally, finally enter you as you feel his tip against your entrance.

He is big, stretching you out deliciously as he fills you up, his cock seemingly having no end as he keeps sinking deeper into you. You cling into his shoulders, eyes finding his in this moment of oneness as he bottoms out inside of you. Never have you felt so full, so complete, heart fluttering away in your chest along with the butterflies in your tummy.

"So big," you sigh as you feel him slowly move, clenching around him almost as if your walls didn't want to let him go. He tries to hold back his sounds so he can hear you properly, letting out the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. He wants to give you the world, just as you want to give it back to him. You could stay like this for hours, forever, you don't want anything else. There's nothing else in your mind but him, him, him, as he keeps dragging his tip along your walls.

However the night ends, whether it fades into day, you don't care. As long as he's with you, you don't have a worry in the world.

[lustbile]

okay so.... imagine winwin losing control cause it's his first time doing it with you in the car (before that he'd say that would be uncomfortable) and now he cant keep his composure and he's frantic and all grabby because he didnt expect it to feel that good

he’d say it would be uncomfortable, and maybe he does actually think that, but he’d also say that because dude it’s sex in a car 👀 the idea would make him kind of nervous. like he’d somehow get you two caught and he doesn’t want to be caught literally with his pants down, but also he would rather die than have someone see you like that. it’s also just the spontaneity of it all that has him on edge and questioning if it’s a good idea.

so when you finally convince him that it will be great and with go off without a hitch, he’s still apprehensive. but he also cannot resist you when you start kissing down his neck. your hands just feel too good trailing all over his body, and the way you grind on top of him has him hypnotized because god just the way your body moves.

he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands and that would have his mind kind of in a loop, so they end up all over your entire body. he’s so rough too just from not knowing what part of you he wants to touch more, but when you kiss him and guide him inside you its like his brain goes radio silence and everything is suddenly exactly how it’s supposed to be

[whereisten]

Dinner for Two

A Yuta fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: A dinner at the high-end Osaka Moon leads you to the head chef and owner, Nakamoto Yuta.

Pairing: Chef! Yuta x female reader

Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, mystery, suspense, drama, crime, HORROR

Word Count: 7.8k 

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drug abuse, verbal abuse, mention of sexual assault, infidelity mention, deaths, and big, uncomfortable twist (the ending is not for the faint of heart, I’m warning you).

(A/N): Hiya! Well, this is probably the most disturbing thing I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoy! Haha actually, this story was inspired by Yuta’s iconic tweet: “I will eat you”. Well, if that’s not a spoiler…Thank you so much for waiting. I apologize for the delay! Please come back later tonight for another spooky tale…Also, my apologies, I didn’t get a chance to proofread. I appreciate your patience. :D 

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Life had dealt you some harsh blows but you found happiness wherever you could. Your management position at the vinyl store Neo Records gave you prime access to the best music in the world. Even if the employee discount was trash. You’d worked at the records store for a few months now. This followed you having moved out of your mom’s place. You’d lived with her and your beloved stepfather while you attended college but you’d had enough.

Your mom was a drug addict and her husband Scott only enabled her to continue her abuse. You couldn’t say anything to them because you were the child and they were the adults.

And, as they had always thrown in your face, they paid for a good amount of your tuition because financial aid and scholarships could only do so much for you.

Well, you’re twenty four now and still a child in their eyes. You couldn’t take your mother’s mood swings and Scott’s goading for her to thrash around and party all the time. If your mother wasn’t going to get therapy and refused your help, then you decided to leave.

You had a really good relationship with your dad. You’d wished you had gone to live with him but during your college years, he’d only made enough to send you some funds for your tuition. You appreciated what he could do for you.

However, now he was more financially stable and he wanted to support you so you could move out of your mother’s house. You’d live in an apartment not too far from your dad’s place so you could visit him as much as you’d like. It drove your mom crazy. She always tried to contact you and convince you that she was going to get help. It was a tale as old as time. She said she would get help but never did anything about it. Once she had you under her finger, she reverted back to her ways: skipping work shifts, neglecting household chores, and verbally abusing you. You simply texted her you were busy with work.

Your boyfriend Johnny has been a source of comfort for you over the past year. You’d met him at a club one night with your friends. You told him you didn’t want to go home that night and asked him if you could stay over. Looking back on it, you had been too trusting but Johnny had treated you kindly: he let you take his bed while he slept on the couch. He made you breakfast in the morning: banana pancakes and scrambled eggs. You had sex with him the morning after and you’d been inseparable ever since.

These past few weeks, Johnny had been busier at his new job at a marketing firm. You two were supposed to have a date night tonight but he cancelled two hours before you were to meet at Hal’s Pizzeria for dinner. After that, you were supposed to go to the movies together. You were always a big fan of the dinner and movie date.

You sat on the couch in your living room, feeling a little blue that Johnny was working overtime. So you scrolled through your phone while you watched episodes of an English-dubbed anime about volleyball.

You texted your best friend Carla about how Johnny cancelled at the last minute and she replied: Since you don’t have plans, then I have an opportunity for you.

You texted back, What’s up?

She replied, I had a reservation at Osaka Moon for tonight but I got called in for work. Wanna go? The owner is supposed to be hot as fuck.

Keep reading

[neopuppy]

I've been having this reoccurring dream where I'm tied up and blindfolded and I'm getting the shit fucked outta me by johnny... but instead it's actually jaehyun fucking me roughly while johnny watches and does dirty talk so I think it's him.

(Shortening it to save you from my rambling) After fucking the life out of me in every position possible, johnny slowly removes the blindfold while asking "So? Did he fuck you good baby?" And as it sinks in, johnny then it turns into a competition/threesome and they take turns using me.

I also had this same dream but with hyuck and jeno recently and my god I hate how I'm single

keeping this short, but let your imagination run wild💙

warning: dubcon

Johnny’s everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. he’s better than the dream man you wrote out on paper as a child.

he takes care of you, gives you a comfortable life and fulfills your every need. he’s almost flawless, almost.

one problem- you hate his best friend Jaehyun.

“does he have to come?”

Johnny sighs, you’ve been repeating the same question ever since he mentioned that Jaehyun would be joining the two you of you for your weekend getaway.

“he just got dumped, give him a break alright?” your boyfriend looks stressed, chucking a pair of socks inside his overnight bag. “I just don’t understand your problem with him? all he does is praise you and constantly remind me how lucky I am to have you.”

“he just..” you don’t want to tell him the truth, but Jaehyun creeps you out.

you met him before Johnny, always hanging out at the same bar you would peruse during your single days; even then he made your skin crawl. while your friends giggled over his dimples, you would frown, having caught his eyes on you everytime you looked around.

Jaehyun never said much to you, sending drinks your way, he’d raise a glass to ‘cheers’ you from across the room. winking and smirking while taking a sip without once breaking his gaze.

the way he watched you reminded you of a predator studying its prey, counting the hours and days; quietly planning the perfect attack.

once Johnny took up space in your life, nights out with your friends became less and less. they’d make fun of you for getting ‘wife’d up’, but your boyfriend always made Jaehyun a priority, canceling plans with you on different occasions because his friend had a rough day and needed a night out with the boys.

“it’s only a couple of days, Jaehyun loves the lake. we always went there when we were younger.” Johnny pets your arms, pleading with soft eyes. “if you’re good, I’ll have a nice surprise for you.”

Jaehyun must know by now that he makes you feel uneasy. he still watches you with a glint in his eye that sets your spine into a shiver. he presses too close against you, laughs deeply while throwing his face into your shoulder to hide. uses any opportunity to graze your exposed skin, embraces you in hugs for much too long.

Johnny never seems to notice, your boyfriend never once has commented on his friends behavior. it’s hard to not believe you could just be making an issue out of nothing.

even now as you sit between the two of them watching a movie you agreed upon, Jaehyun offers to rub your shoulders because you keep shifting about.

“it’s okay..” you mutter, only moving so much to remove the contact of your bare thighs rubbing against his. Johnny spreads his legs open further making it impossible to get comfortable, stretching lazily like the couch belongs only to him, passing a yawn carelessly; too engulfed by the current movie to notice your discomfort.

“let him do it babe, Jae’s got good hands.”

Jaehyun says something too close to your nape, folding his legs to move closer to you. his palms smooth up your arms stopping at your shoulders with a firm squeeze.

“so tense..” he’s too close, breathing against your nape. digging his bony fingers into your shoulders, the flat planes of his stomach mold against your waist. everything feels firm, hard, setting your nerves off in a frenzy the more he works to relax your muscles.

“see, you two just needed more time to get to know each other better.” Johnny smiles half-lidded, watching his friend loosen up the knots in your neck.

he trusts Jaehyun, unfazed by the other man touching you. they share a knowing look between each other as your eyes fall shut drifting off to sleep, melting beneath Jaehyun’s touch after a long day of activities.

“J-Johnny..” you’re panting, arching up releasing a shocked moan. struggling to detach your wrists tied together above your head. the panic you woke up to settling when your boyfriends familiar husky voice whispers by your ear.

“taking it so good baby, tell me how much you love it.”

“Joh-johnny..wha—“ even with your eyes covered, you know your boyfriend's body too well. the hands on your waist feel thinner, colder, more calloused.

“I said,” Johnny bites your earlobe, clutching a tuft of your hair in a balled up fist. “tell me how much you love this dick.”

“love it!” panting, you arch up higher. wriggling with your wrists bound together to the headboard above you. thighs aching from the unrelenting pace he’s been fucking into you at. “l-love it so much!”

“love it enough to beg for it in your sleep?” Johnny sneers, yanking harder on your hair. he rips off the tie covering your eyes, gripping your chin to look up at the man above you.

“begging for another man to fuck you while sleeping next to me.” his tongue clicks. teary eyed, you try to shake your head ‘no’, unable to get away from Jaehyun’s hands roaming over your body.

“you could’ve just asked baby,” he moans above you, growing sloppier with his thrusts. Jaehyun bends closer, wrapping your thighs around his waist while Johnny keeps your lips pouted for his friend to brutally maul your mouth. stilling against you as he spurts out the first load of cum inside of you to start the night.

the screams you let out go muffled beneath Johnny’s large palm covering the lower half of your face, the two of them telling you to shut up and take it. man handling you around into a new position with Jaehyun’s cum dripping down your thighs.

it doesn’t end there, Jaehyun grips your arms behind your back, pushing you to bounce up and down your boyfriends length. spewing filthy words into your ear about how long he’s waited to fuck you, how long he had to wait for you to finally fuck up and admit how much you want him.

he cups your jaw to make you look at him while Johnny hammers his hips up, jerking your lower half against his as Jaehyun squeezes your cheeks together until you’re crying.

“say it. quit fucking pretending.”

“no! no!” you’re shoved back against him with each of Johnny’s powerful thrusts. tugged into his chest with defined arms wrapped around your waist.

Jaehyun smirks, he knows you won’t admit it, because that’s the point.

you like the chase too much, you like that he can’t win with you.

while Johnny takes care of you and plays the perfect boyfriend role, Jaehyun gives you what you really want, a struggle, a fight. the quiet things you’re too ashamed to even admit in the dark.

that’s why it works, they both know exactly what you need, when you need it, how you need it.

[lustbile]

This probably slips into dubcon but haechan who doesnt stop fucking you until you admit that you like him

I have been itching to get to this ask im not even kidding, and listen there’s nothing wrong with a little dubcon in my opinion so I hope you like it.

Warnings: mean haechan with a splash of infatuation, also seriously dubcon. it’s not too bad in my opinion but if you’re not into dubcon at all then I wouldnt read this. ultimately, reader wants it, but there’s no outright expressions of consent so

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“I fucking hate you,” you say harshly as Haechan squeezes his hands tightly against your shoulders, the grin that overtakes his face being worlds different that the way you wish he’d flinch at your words. 

Haechan wasn’t a stranger, far from it actually. You had drunkenly found yourself underneath him more times than you could count, but when you both were sober and didn’t have your lips locked together, he was the bane of your existence. He was infuriating and too flirty for his own good, and he had recently developed an infatuation with staying glued to your hip every time you were unfortunate enough to be in the same room as him. 

This time though, his clinginess had gone farther than just being a slight inconvenience. You had sighed when you saw him standing in the center of the living room, enjoying all the attention of the other party goers as he made them laugh and slap him gently on the shoulders in amusement, but you sighed even louder when you saw who stood next to him. It was just another boy to anyone else, but to you, it was specifically the cute boy from your calculus class that had helped you with every problem you got stuck on and had made your heart flutter in the process. 

You were smitten in ways you couldn’t describe, he was just good and you liked good. And when you had finally gotten him alone to talk, you thought you were on the road of making him your hookup of the night, and maybe you’d even get his number in the end. That was until Haechan caught a glimpse of you two. 

He had rushed over immediately, his jealousy hidden well behind a teasing glint in his eye. To you, it just seemed like another ploy to get under your skin, and when he grabbed you and pulled you away with a lie about your friends asking for you slipping through his teeth, he succeeded.  

You scrambled up the stairs of the strange house, his hand tight around your wrist pulling you along with him as if he knew the layout of the rooms like the back of his hand. You spewed hateful words at his back as he just laughed and pulled you into a random empty room, and that’s how you ended up staring at him as he wiggled happily in front of you, wishing more than anything that you could make his head explode with just your mind. 

“No you don’t,” he argues, using his hands to shake your shoulders as you reach up to dig your nails into his wrists. 

“I absolutely do,” you say, trying and failing to pull his hands off of you, “I finally get to talk to that guy outside of class for once, and of course you come by to ruin it.”

“Oh come on, I saved you a lot of disappointment with that one,” he assures, dropping his voice to speak in a sleazy whisper, “I heard he nuts quick.”

You scoff when he shoots you a wink, finally pulling his hands from your shoulders before you try to walk away. 

“I don’t care what you’ve fucking heard Haechan,” you say over your shoulder as you turn to sulk away, “I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Me and you both know that’s not true,” he taunts, grabbing your arm and tugging you until your back slams against his chest, leaning in to whisper in your ear as you squirm against him, “you know for a fact that even if something had happened with him, you’d still would have come crawling back to me to show you what a good time really is.”

“You’re disgusting,” you say, as he walks you backwards, not liking the way your body heats up immediately at his touch.

“Maybe, but you like it don’t you?” he asks rhetorically, twisting your body and pushing you roughly to lay face down on the strange bed in front of you, “say it.”

“Say what?” you ask defiantly, trying to lift yourself up with your hands before he pushes you down again. 

“Say you like it,” he lays his palm flat into the center of your back, pushing you down into the mattress as you squirm and fight against him, “say you like me.”

“No,” you yelp with a sarcastic scoff and a laugh, “did you not just hear me, Haechan? I said I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you.”

“I heard you,” he confirms, leaning down until his face presses into the side of yours, “I just don’t believe you.”

His hand keeps you pushed into the bed while his other hand trails slowly down your side, you try to kick back at him, landing a few blows to his thighs, but he ignores it as he moves to tug at the hem of your skirt. You feel the cool air of the room on the back of your thighs when he flips the fabric up to lay across your back, and as you try to half heartedly push against him, you feel a sudden sting of pain as his palm cracks against the skin of your ass. 

“Say it,” he commands again, rubbing his hand across your now burning skin, “just admit that you like me.”

He conceals the desperation in his tone well, covering it with biting venom as he glares down at your shivering form. He’s not sure what did it, maybe it was seeing you so obviously enraptured with another man, but a sudden need for a confession from you washes over him, almost making him want to pull out his hair. 

“I hate you,” you say again, your voice breaking when he smacks you again. Your words are true, or at least you think they are, so you’re not sure why they get harder to say as your resolve slowly crumbles. 

“Wrong again,” he scoffs, shaking his head even though you can’t see it from the way your face pushes into the sheets below you. He holds back from another command, and instead he just roughly pulls your underwear until they wrap around your thighs, and starts fumbling with his belt as you grumble beneath him. 

You feel the pressure of him pushing the head of his length against your clit before he speaks again, the friction of him dragging himself against your skin making you try to sit up again. 

“If you admit that you like me,” he starts, bargaining with you as if he’s giving you any real options, “I’ll go easy on you.”

“You’re a liar,” you huff, spreading your legs when his length catches on your entrance, “you’ve never gone easy on me.”

“What can I say? I like it rough,” he confirms, shrugging before he starts to push himself into you, “and so do you. That’s why you keep coming back.”

“I only fuck you when I’m drunk,” you say, hoping to stab at his confidence but your voice trembling from the way he stretches you lessens the effect of your words. 

“You’re not drunk right now,” he counters, shallowly thrusting into you to watch the way you throw your head back, “so with that argument dead, the only thing that I can imagine keeps you under me, must be the fact that you really fucking like me.” 

You whine as he punctuates every word with another thrust, his hips smacking against your ass as your legs lose their strength beneath you. You stop trying to get up, the way he stretches you clouding your mind too much for you to keep denying liking the way he uses your body, so instead you just lay there, squirming at the way he fills you up perfectly. 

You let out a sob when his hand reaches to push at the back of your skull, pushing your face more into the sheets as he uses his hold to keep you still as he fucks you. The way his hips are tilted against you makes him hit a spot in you that makes your eye well up with hot tears, and as his thrusts speed up you struggle to keep your thoughts straight. 

“Look at you,” he scoffs as if disgusted, but deep down he knows you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, “you’re already falling apart and we just got started. So why don’t you just admit it?”

You let out grumbles of confusion as he kicks your legs farther apart, your arousal spilling past him to slip down the inside of your thighs as he seemingly fucks every memory out of your mind. You clench around him when he laughs at you again, and he’s quick to pick up on how you seem to melt at the way he handles you so meanly. 

“Just say it,” he speaks softly, condescending you as your hands grab tightly at the stranger’s sheets, “say you like me, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

You let out a babble of sounds when he stills his hips to grind against you, his length pushing fully into you as your legs twitch weakly. You don’t want to give him what he wants, but the truth crawls up your throat like a rabid animal. You thought you hated him, and maybe a part of you really does, but a bigger part loves the way he handles and speaks to you. Maybe a part of you also likes the attention he gives to you so shamelessly. 

That realization stabs at your pride. The idea that maybe the rolling eyes and annoyed scoffs you’d offer him whenever he’d come trailing after you every time he saw you across the room were some type of front, an act to hide the way your chest tightens when you see his smile. But as he rolls his hips against you, and fills you in ways you can’t imagine the boy downstairs ever could, you start to realize you couldn’t imagine your night ending any different than how it is now. 

“I’ll make it real easy on you,” he offers with empty promises as he fucks into you enough to make your thighs ache, “just repeat after me,” he continues, pitching his voice to imitate yours before he starts to mock you, “Haechan I like you so much I can’t stand it. You fuck me so well, some pathetic little boy could never compare to you.”

He fucks you harder after his real feelings start to peek through, his imitation of you dying towards the end of his words as he spits them harshly at the back of you head. He can’t deny the angry jealousy that sparks in his chest as he’s reminded of why he pulled you up here, so all he can do is take it out on your sprawled out form beneath him. 

“I said, fucking admit it,” he commands impatiently, only feeling slightly more satisfied when he sees your tears start to fall from your eyes, “admit you like me for fuck sake.”

He shoves your body up the bed as he speaks, his roughness making you cry out as you feel tension build in your stomach. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as he seems to not understand how the way he fucks you blurs your thoughts. You don’t want to say it, the idea of being so vulnerable after mouthing off so proudly earlier makes you shrink, but the way your body flutters around him and the way your spine starts to curve deeper, you don’t think you can stop yourself. 

“I, fuck,” you yelp as pleasure starts washing over your body, your breath turning into heavy pants as he doesn’t seem interested in relenting on you even when it’s clear how much you struggle. 

“Say it,” he speaks softer as his ears perk up at the beginning of what might be the exact confession he itches for. His hips stutter as he keeps pushing into you, the way you clench around him starting to get the better of him. 

He watches in awe as your shoulders curve back, and he has to push your leg again with his foot as your thighs try to slam closed. He can feel the words lingering in the air before you even say them, and with an overwhelming push of hope in his chest almost choking him, he rolls his hips in a way that he knows will have you falling apart. 

“Fuck, fuck! I like you Haechan,” you finally admit, your words coming out in sobs as you start to come harshly around him, your body thrashing as much as it can under his hold, “I like you so much I can’t- oh my fucking god, I like you.”

He swears along with you as your words spill out without control, the way you babble and whine sounding like music to his ears as he stills inside of you. His hips press tightly against you, and he lets out pants of relief as he feels like he’s just won the universe. 

“I like you, I like you, I like you,” you mumble mindlessly as you feel the warmth of him filling you up. You sob happily once the words are out, a dopey smile spreading across your face as you melt into the bed below you, and as he pulls his hand off of your throbbing head, you turn your head to look at him with wide eyes. 

His face is brightly flushed as he stares down at you in awe, his chest heaving as he absorbs your words hungrily. He feels winded and like you’ve both landed on cloud nine, and all he can do is shake his head again in disbelief. 

“I knew it,” he huffs cockily as he recovers enough energy to grin, before he leans down to smother the side of your face with familiar kisses, “I fucking knew it.”

[starryhyuck]

fwb with mark & haechan but neither know,, then they find out & take it out on you pls~

everything was going fine until renjun opened his mouth.

you started fucking hyuck around a year ago before you met mark. hyuck was a really good fuck honestly, but at the time, he was getting really busy with schoolwork and projects. he only saw you once a week and to say the least, you were incredibly desperate.

you had stormed into hyuck’s apartment one day, sexual frustration reaching an all time high. you were surprised when you didn’t see him but his roommate mark instead.

he stared at you with wide eyes when you burst into his and donghyuck’s room. the room was silent for a few seconds.

“can i ride your dick?”

“um.... sure?”

and so you started fucking mark too. he was slightly intimidated by you unlike hyuck, who took control and always brought you to your knees.

surprisingly, the both of them never spoke about it. despite living in the same room, all talks of fucking you were never mentioned. you thought you were in the clear until renjun decided to open his big ass mouth.

“what did you do this weekend?”

mark shrugs. the three boys, renjun, hyuck and mark, decided to have dinner together and play some video games before their workload got too heavy again.

“nothing much. i think i spent more time on campus than in the apartment actually.”

“lame,” renjun comments. “what about you?”

he turns to hyuck, who has a smirk planted on his face.

“take a guess.”

renjun gags. “gross. give y/n a break once in a while. she’s probably growing sick of you.”

mark’s head darts up at the sound of your name. hyuck pushes renjun and he topples over. renjun lunges at hyuck but luckily, mark is able to tear them apart.

“wait what? what did you do with y/n?”

hyuck is cocky, leaning back on the couch and laughing.

“come on, mark. i know you’re smart enough to at least put the pieces together.”

however, mark was not smart enough to do such a thing. especially because he believes you‘ve solely been fucking him and him only.

“what are you talking about?”

hyuck rolls his eyes at the older male. “mark, are you dumb? i had y/n on her back all weekend. she wanted to fuck all over the apartment while her roommate was gone.”

renjun gags again. “gross.”

the gears in mark’s head are turning. “wait... you’ve been fucking y/n?”

“yeah, bro. for almost a year now.” hyuck frowns at the look on mark’s face. “what’s your problem? you like her or something?”

renjun smiles, leaning back to watch the show.

mark clears his throat. “um, i started sleeping with y/n two months ago.”

tension fills the air before renjun throws his head back, laughing loudly. he holds his stomach as tears well in his eyes.

“holy fuck! this is amazing!”

hyuck sees red.

—

you’re about a second away from falling asleep before you hear pounding on your front door. you grumble, covering your ears in an attempt to make it go away. your roommate is sleeping over at her girlfriend’s so you can’t really make her get up to go get it.

“shut up!” you screech.

“y/n, open this door now!”

you freeze when you hear hyuck’s voice. you’ve only heard him use that tone twice, and both times you ended up bent over your couch and fucked until you were sobbing.

you quickly scramble out of bed and head for the door. you swing it open, startled when you see both mark and hyuck behind it.

“uh-“

hyuck storms into your apartment and mark follows meekly behind him. you rub your eyes, closing the door and frowning.

“what are you guys doing here? it’s almost 2am-“

“how long have you been fucking the both of us?”

your back stiffens. you start hearing red sirens go off in your head. you can tell hyuck is pissed, while mark is just a little confused.

“haha, what are you guys talking about?” you gulp, trying your best to act casual.

hyuck is having none of it, grabbing your wrists and pushing you against the wall. you whimper.

“you’re a fucking dirty slut,” he hisses, eyes boring into yours. “you fuck me and when you get bored, you go to mark, don’t you?”

“n-no, i-“

“don’t fucking lie to me,” he growls. your eyes fly to mark, who is staring at you and hyuck with wide eyes. “look at me, whore.” you whine at the name, returning your vision to him. “tell me the truth.”

“y-you weren’t s-supposed to know.”

and that’s the last straw for him. he turns you around, pushing you up against the wall. he quickly shoved your pajama bottoms down, pulling aside your underwear and pushing a finger inside of your waiting hole.

you cry out at the intrusion, and he gives no warning when he enters the second and third. he hisses at mark over his shoulder.

“mark, take her shirt off.”

“what- uh- i don’t think-“

“mark! stop being so fucking annoying and take her goddamn shirt off!”

that sets mark in motion as he quickly moves over to you, lifting your shirt above your head and throwing it on the floor. hyuck presses you against the wall with his body, and you moan at the cold sensation on your breasts.

his fingers reach deep inside you, curling and scissoring them to give you full pleasure. he groans in your ear.

“so desperate. baby wants to be filled all the time so she needs two cocks to satisfy her, isn’t that right?”

“yes, yes,” you chant, whimpering when hyuck uses his thumb to rub your clit.

you convulse around his fingers shortly after and hyuck steps back, licking at the taste of you.

“mark, wanna eat her out?”

mark, who’s been oddly silent this whole time, chokes on his saliva. hyuck raises an eyebrow at him.

“i knew it, you can’t do it-“

“i-i can do it,” mark says, frowning at hyuck. to prove himself, he sinks to his knees in front of your dripping pussy. you grow wetter at the sight of him.

he takes a lick up your slit and you moan. he laps up a few more kitten licks before pushing his tongue into you. you cry out and try to look over your shoulder, catching hyuck with his pants down, hand pumping his hard cock. your eyes focus on his leaking tip and you whine, pushing your hips back in an attempt to get mark to go deeper.

mark eats you out until you orgasm, your thighs shaking as you come around his tongue.

he retracts from you, your wetness glistening around his lips.

“get her to the bedroom,” hyuck instructs. mark listens, grabbing ahold of your waist and moving the both of you into your room.

mark throws you on the bed, dark eyes staring down at you. hyuck walks in, cock standing proudly.

“how do you usually fuck her?”

mark blushes. “um, she usually rides me.”

hyuck chuckles. “really, mark?”

“yes!” mark frowns cutely.

hyuck rolls his eyes. “fine. you’ll be on the bottom, i’ll be on top.”

your eyes widen. “wait-“

“what is it, baby? i thought you wanted to have two cocks at once? that’s why you’re such a dirty slut, isn’t it?”

you’ve never had two cocks inside of you at one time, and mark knows this. he’s a little more concerned, kneeling down and whispering softly.

“we’ll be gentle, i promise.”

truth is, you don’t want them to be gentle. you want to get fucked raw until your body is crying for you to stop. hyuck knows this.

“don’t baby her, mark. she can take it.”

mark’s getting fed up with hyuck’s comments. “i was making sure she’s okay, asshole.”

hyuck rolls his eyes. “just get under her!”

mark grumbles to himself, lifting you up so he could sneak his body underneath you. you moan when he starts pressing kisses to your neck. hyuck sits before you, lining his cock to your entrance. mark quickly unbuttons his jeans, pulling his cock out. you whimper when you feel him press against your ass.

“want it?” hyuck asks.

you frantically nod. “want it. want it so badly, hyuck. please.”

hyuck enters you first, plunging his cock deep inside you. you wail, back arching against mark’s chest. mark wraps a hand around your waist to keep you firmly in place. hyuck wastes no time, pounding into your abused pussy.

you cry when he reaches your sweet spot, and hyuck rams into you harder. mark is still waiting for his signal.

“hurry up,” hyuck hisses. “fuck her already. can you even do that, mark?”

“i can fuck her!” mark protests. you huff at their fighting.

mark lines his tip before pushing into your other hole. you scream, the burn aching in your throat. you’ve never been stretched out like this before.

your eyes roll back as hyuck relentlessly thrusts into your pussy and mark bottoms out in your ass. you feel so full.

mark grunts in your ear, moaning at how tight you feel around him. you swear you’re floating on cloud nine as mark establishes a pace inside of you. hyuck is undeterred by the boy underneath you, groaning and growling.

“filthy slut. look at you — so fucking desperate to have two cocks inside of you, aren’t you baby? just a desperate little whore?”

“i-i’m your whore, i’m y-your whore,” you chant like a mantra. hyuck smirks at your full submission.

“mark, you gonna say anything?”

“shut up,” mark hisses, tightening his hold on you. hyuck rolls his eyes and rubs at your clit, causing you to flinch and whimper.

“come on, baby,” hyuck says. “come on. give me your cum, i know you want to.”

and so you do, convulsing around his cock, whining and thrashing under mark’s arms. hyuck follows after, shooting thick ribbons deep into your tummy. you groan at the warmth.

once hyuck slips out of you, mark flips you over and shoves your face into the pillow. he pulls your ass up into the air and you squeal when he pushes into you harder than before. it only takes a few strokes for mark to come undone, pulling out of you and painting your back with his cum.

all three of you collapse on the bed, pants filling the air.

hyuck laughs. “we should do that again.”

he turns over to cuddle you, pressing his lips against your neck. mark squirms in his place next to you. you lay your head on his shoulder and he loosens up.

“yeah, that sounds nice.”

[starryhyuck]

warnings: face slapping, degradation, voyeurism, creampie, choking

mark should look away.

this is intimate and clearly not supposed to be seen by him. he wants to respect your privacy, but he can’t help but stare at the way your body shivers underneath hyuck’s.

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— 2:29 am

member: mark x afab!reader

genre: smut

warnings: handjob, choking, multiple orgasms, grinding, cursing, use of the word ‘baby’, implied overstimulation

The noises escaping from Mark’s plump lips are almost too heavenly as you pump his length. Your hand having sneaked up his shorts moments earlier on the couch and now, there’s a cum stain forming near the drawstrings of them. His begging begins to get more needier and louder, and his hips are shaking as he thrusts into your tight fist, shamelessly moaning about how good your hand felt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

When Mark asks for permission to cum, despite already having begun to do so, you let him. It seems too cruel not to let him, but his orgasm washes over him a little too quickly for your own liking. The cries falling from his mouth are satisfying and you find yourself quickly deciding that you want to make him cum once again to make up for it.

With hips idle against his mattress, his chest heaving, you move on top of him and Mark is looking at you with pleading eyes. Your hand finding his sides, your fingers hooking around the waistband of his grey shorts and you pull them down, your eyes maintain on his own. His length is still half-hard as you tug the shorts down until they rest mid way on his thigh.

Kneeling with your core hovering over his crotch and one hand coming up to wrap itself around his neck, you lean down to kiss him. Your other hand, the one that had been previously occupied jerking his length, is planted next to Mark now. He’s moaning once again when your lips meet his and you grind down your hips.

Mark chokes back a gasp, both hands struggling behind his back as you go harder, pressing your clothed core against his, but he’s noises are muffled from the kiss and from the way you’ve got your hand around his neck. Pressing on the sides just enough to make it difficult to swallow the groans that threatened to push past his lips when you break the kiss.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, tone barely above a whisper and for a moment you think he hasn’t heard you, too lost in the pleasure you’re giving him as you grind against his length.

But he manages a reply, voice shaky and breathless. “Ye-yeah.”

“Baby close?”

Mark whines, his eyes squeezed shut and you find yourself clenching around nothing watching him break in front of your eyes, his back arching off the bed just to feel more of you. Weren’t you giving enough?

“So greedy.” You comment, raising your hips a bit just to push your panties aside but Mark whimpers at the loss of contact. His eyes shooting open, landing on your figure as he watched you fiddle with the fabric.

“Patience.” Speaking with a firm tone, but you aren't sure if you mean it to Mark or at yourself. Your clit aching to feel something more than just the damp fabric of your panties and once you’ve managed to slide the material of your panities to one side, you lower yourself.

Swallowing thickly as you begin to rub yourself up and down his cock, the stimulation satisfying against your clit. Mark’s quick to get hard, groaning and whimpering as you moved against his cock, his lips swollen from all the biting they endured.

His second orgasm is already building up, you can tell by the way his brows twist in pleasure and you let go of his neck. Mark lets out an audible gasp and you move your hand to his other side, planting it on the bed just like you had done with the right one.

Now with both hands planted on the mattress, you lean down as you continue to rub yourself against his length and at this angle, it feels much more intense. You find yourself biting back whimpers, Mark too and then-

“Ahh- Fuck.” He groans, cursing under his breath as he shoots white ropes of cum onto his stomach, trembling underneath your body as your hips become idle. Mark’s panting as he looks at the ceiling, blinking as the last of his climax washed over him. Chest rising and failing at a slowing pace as he tries to catch his breath but this is only the start of a long night.

[daegall]

# TRUTH OR DARE? - l.dh

↳ Truth. Would you be my fake girlfriend for 2 weeks? Dare. Be my fake girlfriend for 2 weeks.

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, crack, angst, friends to lovers! AU, roadtrip! AU, fake dating! AU

warnings: mentions of mental breakdowns, swearing, lots of food, mentions of violence, but no actual action of it, more to be added if found

word count: 18.1k words

a/n: hey this is my 5th time changing the a/n because just as i thought the fic would be over, it isnt. but hey!! its finally done right? anyways, please please pleasssee tolerate the messy writing my mind was in so many places when writing this fic. In the beginning, i had a completely different plot, but it eventually evolved to how it is now so i know it's gonna be messy at some parts (the beginning <3)

also note that i know Haechan has siblings, but I didn't want to assume things about them or anyhting, so i made my own oc as his little sister

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prologue.

"Truth or dare?"

"Excuse me?"

You stare confusedly into the eyes of Lee Donghyuck, who is staring at you with dead serious, almost intimidating eyes. Not very intimidating to you anymore the moment you feel a sudden laugh tickling at your throat, letting it out.

"What even, Haechan?" You snort, taking a book from your cart to place it to it's rightful place on the shelf. On days like these, working part-time at a library didn't seem so bad, it would usually be ruined by a child just flinging their book anywhere, and literally everywhere.

"Please," His voice grow desperate, "just answer."

Donghyuck has made a big mistake by promising his family he would get a girlfriend by the time he would see them next. How dumb his past self was to really make such a big promise?

Also, who wouldn't want him? He's hot, nice, and definitely a girl's type, no?

Wrong. He is hot, but his personality doesn't scream nice. He's more of a mischievous than nice. He pranked Huang Renjun a lot, like that time he sprayed cheese in his nose.

This time, a real laugh bubbles from your stomach at the sight of him pleading with his hands clasped together. He's never been one to do such thing.

"Why, is this a survey? Oh my god don't tell me you have an assignment undone, break just started!"

Donghyuck huffs, shaking his head. "Y/n, just answer, please."

You take another book from the cart, shoving it to Donghyuck's chest as you gesture to a high shelf. He takes the hint and places the novel into place as you put another back on another shelf. "Why? You better not pull anything suspicious."

"I promise. No fishy business."

You shrug, "Truth."

"Would you be my fake girlfriend for 2 weeks?"

No fishy business for sure. He makes it even fishier with using fake girlfriend instead of just girlfriend, but it would be fishy either way so why not go all out?

What were you expecting anyway?

You slap a thick book to Donghyuck's shoulder, before pushing it into his chest and instructing him to put it on another high shelf. "What the fuck? That's the fishiest business I've ever heard!"

Donghyuck repeats his action of placing a book in it's place, before he turns back to you with an exasperated look, "Look, just for fourteen days, okay? I promised them the next time I see my family I would come with a girlfriend. A serious one."

Serious? Serious?? Why make it fake, when he has to make it serious?!

"And you think I'm the one for the job?! Have you ever seen me in a relationship? Hell, a fake one??"

"No, but you're the best chance I have."

You shake your head once more and pet Donghyuck's bicep with a sigh, "Try Renjun or something."

Baffled, he watches as you trudge to another shelf and continue putting books in their places.

"He just got a girlfriend though!"

Fake dating, huh? You've never thought anything of it, never thought it would come to you. But, unexpected comes in the form of Lee Donghyuck if you've learned enough from your friends. Oh, especially Renjun. Who would have thought about cheesing your own friend's nose?

But fake dating? What's the big deal anyway? This had to be a joke, or a dare or something.

But as you see Lee Donghyuck walking through the doors of the diner you work at, you decide he's really desperate. Or maybe really hungry.

You narrow your eyes at Donghyuck as he approaches the counter, settling himself on one of the high seats. The diner is empty today, it usually is at hours like these. He's the first customer to come in 2 hours.

"What do you want?" You mutter as you raise your eyebrow suspiciously at him, your pen and notepad settled to the side.

"For you to be my girlfriend." Girlfriend? What happened to fake girlfriend?

You sigh, and walk back to your previous seat by the coffeemaker, "Why do you have to do this whenever I'm working?"

"I don't just come whenever you're working," Donghyuck counters, "these are the only places I know where to find you."

"How desperate are you?"

"Very."

Your scowl finally cracks into a small smirk, observing Donghyuck's clasped hands he pulls to his chest. His lips are pursed awkwardly into a thin line, eyes wide in anticipation. You've never seen him in such a state since Renjun decided to get him back for cheesing his nose. He's desperate, alright.

"What's in it for me?"

"A hot boyfriend,"

"I'm having second thoughts."

The boy in front of you springs up, surprise written all over his expressions, "And I can help do your homework?"

At this, you grow interested. You have your hands a bit full with 2 part-time jobs, and not to mention your procrastination and laziness? Homework in the hands of Lee Donghyuck doesn't sound too bad. He's smart, you know this very well after doing a group project with him.

"...you've got to help out in the library once in a while too. Ms. Lee is running out of students to recruit and makes me do everything. Help a bit in the library and I might just consider it."

A relieved smile curls Donghyuck's lips up, and his eyes sparkle. Finally, a light to end his misery.

You point your pen to a booth at the corner, gesturing to him to go there, "My shift ends in 10 minutes, we'll discuss more about it later."

Donghyuck scurries to the booth, flopping himself on the seats, and pulls out his notebook from his backpack. You wonder if he's prepared, because he sits there patiently, doodling on his notebook, as if he knew you were going to tell him you'd consider it.

And turns out he's really prepared. Whatever he was doodling before was actually agreement points, whatever you had said before to him. You gaze over the piece of paper, filled with doodles at the corners and in large letters, 'CONTRACT'. "Contract? What are we, in a stupid movie?"

Donghyuck shakes his head casually, knocking the far end of the table, nodding his head towards it, "No. Sit down first." You follow as he says, sitting in front of him with curious eyes following every move he makes.

The boy in front of you quickly notes a few things into the page, taking no time to messily scribble down words, before he flips the notebook to your side. He taps the page with his pencil, pointing at the numbers 1, 2, and 3 he had written.

1. We do not tell any of our friends, or family.

2. Hang out at least twice a week or we would be sus.

Did he seriously just write 'sus'? What kind of contract is this? You shake your thoughts off and continue reading.

3. We do this for 2 weeks, and 2 weeks only.

Now that you really think of it, 14 days is a long time to fake something.

"Okay, these all seem reasonable,"

Donghyuck instantly flashes a smile, before he reaches his hand out to take his notebook back. It is however, stopped, with your hand swatting it away. Before he could even question your actions, you had already stolen his pencil and scribbled your own terms on the notebook.

4. Boyfriend car privileges <3

You turn back the notebook with a smug, victorious smile playing at your lips.

Donghyuck's eyes instantly narrow at only condition you wrote down, "So I'm supposed to drive you... where, exactly?"

"Anywhere," You answer simply with a shrug, picking at the tiny broken pieces of the tip of the pencil you held. It's warm, strangely, despite you only using it for a few mere seconds. "At my beck and call."

Donghyuck shrugs, thinking nothing of the condition. If that was the only thing you wanted out of the relationship, other than the library job, then it's a definite steal.

He turns the notebook shut, sneakily taking the pencil between your fingers into his hold, signing the tiny space in the corner, right next to your name where you had also signed, before he tosses it into the depths of his bag.

He then sticks his hand out, eyes glistening almost mischievously as he urges you to take it, "Deal?"

Cautiously, you stick your hand out and slip it in his, tightening holds with each other as he awaits for your response.

"What about feelings? Isn't that like one of the major factors of a relationship?"

Your response is a shrug, and a lopsided smile as Donghyuck swings your hands side-to-side. "If we fall, we fall. Make it more realistic, am I right?"

At that, you shake your hand in his, nodding. Yeah, realistic.

After all, 14 days isn't enough for one to fall completely in love, right?

i. day one.

It's a bit strange, though. Not a single word from Donghyuck after the signing of the contracts, which in your opinion, was ridiculous to have if he was literally going to not reply to your questions.

Sure, it's only been 2 days since you've seen him , which isn't that long since you don't see him that much, but you still would like your questions to be answered by now.

Like the exact reason why he needs to fake date. He only said it was for his family. You would like to know the story bit by bit to understand it. It also sounds funny so that would be a bonus.

Just as you roll the book cart full of children's books and different novels into the fairy tales section, and search for an empty spot, you find a book falling through and tumbling in front of your feet.

Ugh, children these days, knocking over books for no reason.

Only, it wasn't a child. Something quite similar, actually.

The face of your fake boyfriend sticks through the tiny hole he had created on the shelf, eyes all aglow upon the sight of you.

"What the fuck—"

"—Oh hey,"

Speaking of the devil you were just thinking of, there your said fake boyfriend is, peeking through the tiny hole he caused by knocking over a book. For someone who is supposed to be acting as your boyfriend, you can’t say he’s doing a great job. At all.

“Hey, I have a lot of questions, so you better answer them now, Lee Haechan.”

His face is gone from the hole, and instead he appears right next to you, nodding at your request. “Alright, shoot,”

It shocks you how he seems so natural and relaxed in such a situation, as if he didn’t have anything to make clear, or some little details he would be making sure to be right when you get to his house tomorrow as you agreed right after the contract.

“First of all, are you not gonna make any specific details? Like I don’t know, how we met, why we dated, none of that?”

Donghyuck only shrugs, reaching out for the book he had knocked over by your feet, before he places it back to its rightful place. “I don’t think my family would pry that much into our relationship.”

What a respectful family. Last time you dated someone their family wanted to know every single little detail of how you came to be. You reach out for the pile of book placed on top of the shelf, and seeing as they didn’t belong in the children’s books section, you start to move the cart.

You decide to continue on with your questions as Donghyuck follows along behind you, “Uhm, okay. Well, what about-”

A sudden grasp at your hand startles you instantly, and you almost jump in surprise at how unexpected it was. To your utter surprise, when you trail your eyes back down to see what had touched your hand, you find Donghyuck’s fingers by your own, bringing them close to his to intertwine them together.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You mutter, attempting to pull your hand back from his hold. Donghyuck simply keeps your hand in his hold, tugging you along with the cart to follow him.

“I’m spreading the word, Y/n.” He responds simply, squeezing your hand softly. “Today is day one, alright?”

Who is there to spread the word to?!

You whip your head left to right, searching for a single person looking your way. Not a single pair of eyes. What on earth was he talking about?

You find out hours later that Renjun and his girlfriend had only had a single glimpse towards your hands, and had even gotten it on camera when he was filming a library video for his YouTube channel, and being the menace of a best friend, he would go straight to Donghyuck’s mother and show him everything.

And apparently his whole audience knows now. The friend who cheesed Huang Renjun’s nose is now in a relationship. Not that big of news, but they still worry for you and hope you don’t get cheesed in the nose when you’re asleep.

You appreciate their wishes, and truly hope nothing happens to your nose whenever you’re around Donghyuck.

ii. day four.

It’s been another three days since you’ve seen Donghyuck, and you’re starting to think he doesn’t want to do this thing anymore. Why ghosts their girlfriend for a full 3 days? But then again, you’re not really dating.

Either way, it still confuses the hell out of you.

You think this as you place yet another plate of chicken nuggets and fries on the table of a customer, offering the woman a smile. She smiles back, and thanks you, before turning back to her work on her laptop. Strange, you would’ve thought people go to cafes for working, or a McDonalds for chicken nuggets and fries.

Just as you turn around, a certain figure catches your figure again. It’s him, your fake boyfriend, a smile playing on his lips as he stares at you with his head resting on his palms. With squinted eyes, you approach his booth cautiously.

Once you reach his table, you pull out your notepad and pen, “What can I get for you today?”

“I think it’s what I can do for you,”

At this, you place your pen and notepad back into your pocket, “Alright, what is it this time?”

“What,” Donghyuck tilts his head and bats his beady eyes up at you, “I can’t even visit my girlfriend?”

“Not when she’s working, Haechan. Now what do you want?”

Donghyuck laughs airily, shaking his head in protest against your words, “You’re not working when you only have 10 minutes left of work.”

With a check to your watch, you’re surprised he remembers when you get off work, you only told him once.

“Yes, yes. I know. I’m a great boyfriend for remembering!”

Just as you turn around to leave, a tug at your wrist halts you in your way, before Donghyuck’s voice resonates before you, “Just letting you know, after your shift ends I'm taking you to my house.”

"I'm sorry, you're what??"

Donghyuck quickly lets go of your wrist, before coughing awkwardly at your very astonished expression that's evident all over you. Your voice has risen, drastically, eyes wide almost in terror, and your pen his pointed very dangerously close to his face. Now that it's so close to his face, he notices the small pen ink blotches splattered on your fingers.

Hard worker. He respects that.

"I need to babysit my little sister, and she wants to meet you," Donghyuck breathes out. After an nudge of his head to the other seat across him, he finds you sliding in with a very confused face. "after my aunt spilled the beans to everyone."

"Okay but, I'm literally not ready. Like, at all." You gesture to your outfit, which consist literally of just your normal wear, plus a dirty apron.

"Oh, I'm sure it's fine! They don't judge clothes, they only judge personality."

And, how compatible you two are, might you add. You get along quite well, but you're sure that if you're under the pressure of having to act as a family's beloved son's lover, you have to act like you love him. Which you frankly don't.

"What if I have a bad personality impression on them? What then??"

Donghyuck sighs and taps his fingers on the table as he leans back in his seat, shrugging as if the answer was right there, evident, and that you were just blind. You might just be blind because you don't see what's so obvious.

"Why do you think I asked you? Because you have the personality that my family would like, and I would enjoy too,"

You think that's complete baloney, because you've only met in gatherings or a project, or maybe through Lee Jeno, but that's literally it. How could he possibly know you that well?

"Feeling, Y/n. I can feel it in my gut."

"That sounds very untrustworthy."

Donghyuck glances at his watch, before looking back up at you and tapping on it, "You've got five minutes to get ready,"

Gosh, the audacity Lee Donghyuck has.

As much as you didn't want to, you said yes to his proposal. Heck, there's even a contract!

You have to do it, ready or not.

Not ready is what you are, no idea of what's to come. What if they instantly notice and start suspecting? What if they don't even like you? Gosh, who makes plans 10 minutes before it's in action?

You wonder this as you pull up in front of Donghyuck's house, your eyes glued to every single detail of it.

Your mind seems to picture smoke and a red light emitting from the front door, as if the door to your immense doom. You honestly seriously believe it's the path to your misery.

"What the fuck, this is crazy." Your hands cradle your head into your arms, before you start rocking back and forth in the passenger's seat, "Why did I even agree to this? Y/n you are crazy, Haechan you are insane to think I can pull this off!"

Your fake boyfriend brushes off the last part, instead turning his car engine off and patting at your back. You think of it as some small action of comfort, before he speaks.

"Right, just another thing, don't call me Haechan. Just use my normal name, okay? My family would catch on instantly if you called me Haechan,"

"You're making this rule now?!"

A small pang of guilt hits Donghyuck, but he simply shrugs and opens his door, exiting his car with words you didn't quite catch. Donghyuck himself doesn't catch it, but that's practically irrelevant now.

He helps you out from the passenger's seat, before locking his car. The small beeps it makes cause the people inside his humble abode realize it's his car, it's him, arrived, with a girl. A girl they assume is his girlfriend, but who really isn't.

As you approach the door, the evil door to your doom, you can see a small shadow of footsteps by the ground, your nervousness and anticipation catching all in your throat you can barely breathe.

When the door opens, it reveals a little girl, a little over 9, smile bright, and you can't help but think she looks a lot like Donghyuck. With her sunkissed skin and smile so precious, she runs up to your classmate, before throwing herself into his arms.

"Hyuckie! I missed you so much!"

Donghyuck giggles along and jumps up and down in the air with her in his arms, looking incredibly alike it amazes you. "I missed you too, pretty girl!"

Oh, how cute.

The little girls squeals stops as she notices you smiling and watching them intently by his car, before she starts violently smacking at her brother's back with a surprised face.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, is that her?!"

For a second there, for a mere second, you're scared, terrified, nervous of what her first impression of you is. Though, it completely washes away once you see the little girl's smile widen, if it was even possible, and gape at you with sparkling eyes.

Just a second later, when you raise your hand to wave at her, her smile falls and it's like her face has become a tomato. The little girl ends up shying away from your gaze, hiding into Donghyuck's chest.

You simply laugh at how adorable she seemed, so very enthusiastic but instantly shy just a second later. You wonder how long it would take you to get close to her.

"Hey- Minnie, what's wrong? I thought you wanted to her? Are you scared? Does she scare you?"

You can't help but chuckle at the way Donghyuck calls you scary, and apparently, neither can his little sister. She giggles and shakes her head, shying away once again when she glances your way.

"So," you mumble, breaking their small conversation, "how long are we gonna be here?"

"Uh," Donghyuck checks his phone, as he stands up with his little sister in his other arm. You can't help but stare right at her in adoration as she tries not to stare back at you. "until 6, that's what mom says,"

Your fake boyfriend slips his phone back into his back pocket, before turning back to Sungmin, his sister, if you remember correctly. You can't really remember when your nerves where taking over you. Or when Donghyuck goes on and on about his family. It didn't help with your nerves at all.

"Are you ready to have the best time ever?"

The little girl throws her hands up with a big smile, "Heck yeah!!!"

You've never had a little sister, or brother, no younger sibling. You were the youngest. Your older sister and brother are fairly busy with work, and now that you watch Donghyuck and his sister, you think of meeting back up with them sometime.

You want to talk to Sungmin, or Minnie, as she liked being called, but you don't think you can. With her being so shy in front of you, and with you being ever so shy and awkward as well, you don't think you're gonna talk that much.

And you think that says a lot because she's Lee Donghyuck's sister for fucks sake. The moment she opened her mouth you were surprised with how much she loved to chat. Much like her brother.

After 30 minutes, you learn that she's very productive, academically thriving, and very sociable. The childhood you've always wanted. Donghyuck's parents know how to raise a child alright.

It's not until 40 minutes into babysitting, when Donghyuck excuses himself to go to the bathroom, when Sungmin finally approaches you.

Your heart swells as she shuffles shyly next to you, her eyes fliting to you ever so often.

"D-do you want something to drink?"

Manners, you love it.

"Sure! Do you want a drink too? How about we go get those drinks together?"

It takes all your confidence to actually invite her into a conversation, but you're so very glad you do, because one moment she's not even looking at you, and the next she's beaming up at you and nodding enthusiastically.

With your hand in hers, Sungmin leads you to the kitchen, excitedly giggling as she goes straight to the cupboard to get a few cups. She thankfully acknowledges her own brother, bringing out 3 cups, as you take out the apple juice sitting in the fridge.

And while you pour the juices into the cups, you glance at the girl next to you, who waits patiently for you to finish filling up each cup. You pass her a cup, grabbing one for yourself.

"So, Minnie," You almost feel giddy calling her by her nickname, such a cute nickname. "what are your hobbies?"

Minnie gulps the last of her apple juice, before placing her cup on the counter and wiping politely at her lips, "I like to sing!"

The enthusiasm that she radiates makes you equally as excited when talking to her, her previously quiet voice now exclaiming, filling you with joy.

"Oh, and I like to take pictures. Mom gave me this camera for my birthday and ever since I've been taking pictures of everything,"

She then lists all the things she's seen and taken a picture of, going from little bugs, to animals, to the little details she finds in her home. It's amazing how passionate she is about it, and you take a mental note to ask to see her pictures one day.

You can listen to her hours on end, nonstop, because she's just too precious not to stop. A few moments later, you find your chin on your palm with an adoring smile on your face.

Once Sungmin is finished with her passionate rant about her camera, with her head held high in the air with pride, she blinks up at you. Once, twice, thrice, and you wonder what's got her like that.

"You're really pretty,"

One moment your head is on your palms, the next it's slipping and banging against the counter. As instinct, you slap your hand on your forehead, which, expectedly, brings more pain. "Ouch..."

You have to say though, it was worth slipping your head and eating shit, because Sungmin is now laughing the most you've seen her laugh, the most happy she's been since you came.

Albeit that, she still slaps a hand to her mouth just a few moments later, a look of terror flooding through her face. It worries you for a hot second before she breaks into a smile.

You soon realize, as you look over your shoulder, that Donghyuck stands there, his hands on his hips as he looks sternly at Sungmin. The exact same smile breaks his pursed lips, and you truly think they are twins of different age.

"Mom's on the phone and wants to talk to you, Minnie," Donghyuck gestures to the living room, where the home phone stays. Sungmin instantly dashes to the living room with fast scurries, and quiet snickers.

"So," Your attention adverts from the running girl, to her brother, who approaches you and takes the glass of apple juice. "I'm assuming you get along?"

You pick up your own glass of apple juice, nodding as you rub at the pain on your forehead. You know it's bound to bruise.

"She's full of passion. And she's a lot like you," You say in between sips. "just a little less of a riot."

Donghyuck accepts. If anything, he thinks the same thing.

Just as you put down your cold cup of apple juice, Donghyuck notices the small amount of juice by the corner of your lips.

"Anyways-" your words, they seem to flush down your throat, and hitch right back up. All because of the way Donghyuck wipes at the left over apple juice by your lip.

Donghyuck thinks nothing of it. Not when he's already trudging out the kitchen and beckoning you to do the same with Sungmin yells about wanting to watch a Christmas movie.

You don't feel like thinking anything of it, you don't want to.

But your heart beats in your ears and flips.

Strange.

iii. day 5.

So far, you have to say things are going uphill, unlike you expected. You had met the rest of Donghyuck's family last night when they came back home, and you were surprised at how easygoing they were. They liked you, and you find that surprising. They even asked you to stay a few more hours.

To say you were shocked was an understatement, you were positive you were gonna get caught. Even Donghyuck was surprised at how happy they when they met you.

Donghyuck was right, you were someone they enjoyed being around and they were people you loved spending time with.

You wonder if his family was with close to his past lovers.

Donghyuck is fairly good at doing his part of the job, pretending to be your beloved boyfriend in front of his family, and driving you to places. You requested to go get tacos before going home yesterday. It was nice.

And he even got up early in the morning today just to drive you to the library because Han Jisung couldn't do his morning shift today. Something about Felix Lee breaking his favorite air fryer.

So here you are, in the quiet library once again, picking up the few mythical books a few middle schoolers had left on the tables. Donghyuck chose to stay too, instead of whatever he does in the morning, claiming he also had to do his other part of the deal.

Ms. Lee is much more delighted now. Or biased. Or maybe just desperate for volunteers.

You're still on the shit nonetheless, storing books back to their rightful places yet once again. It gets boring once in a while, but you occasionally see books you haven't seen in months, or a new one. Not that you would read them, it's just nice to see people reading different books.

Just as you place the next romance novels back to their places, it gets pushed and knocks over instantly, falling to your feet. It's a very familiar scene, and becomes even more vivid when you look up to see Donghyuck peeking through the hole.

"Why do you always do that?"

"That was only the second time, Y/n,"

You crouch down to grab the book once again, and lift it back up to position it over the space. "Why do I have the feeling you're gonna do it again?"

Donghyuck's face disappears, and so you replace it with the book, before you hear him trudge back to your side of the shelves. "Uh so," He starts, picking up a book from the cart. He flips through the book's pages mindlessly, playing around with it almost nervously.

"My sister really likes you, and wants you to stay over for a while."

That was quick, and so very unexpected.

"Why do you always do these things out of pocket?" You ask. Like day one, when he suddenly held you hand and 'spread the word'. Or in the diner, saying you had to babysit Sungmin with him. Always surprising.

At least he's never boring, right?

"You have a lot of questions."

"You're just very confusing, Haechan."

That name, it's weird to say it. You spent all day yesterday calling him 'Donghyuck' and 'Hyuck', Haechan is almost unfamiliar.

"So, you're okay with it?"

You shrug, "I mean it's what I'm supposed to do, right? Act like your girlfriend. I pulled it off last night, I'm pretty sure I can do it again,"

However, you aren't so sure just hours later. In Donghyuck's car once again. You left right away, seeming as Minnie really wanted you to come over so she could show you her photo collection.

She fell asleep before she could remember yesterday, so hearing the news of you coming over, she got very excited.

"Holy fuck I was wrong. I'm not sure, Haechan, I'm not sure!"

"Remember," Your fake boyfriend says as he pulls up in front of the house. He unbuckles his seatbelt, before he faces you. His gaze is stern, and you're sure he's about to reassure you.

But alas, he is Lee Donghyuck. "Donghyuck, Hyuck, or some petname."

What were you expecting, anyways?

It managed to calm you nerves a little, neutralize them with some annoyance, but it seems to all pile back up as you stand in front of the frightening door of Donghyuck's house once again.

His arm slides around your waist, and you can feel the warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt and leave goosebumps along your skin. It's a bit reassuring to you for a moment, warm and firm, before you remember that it's just an act.

Before you know it, the door has swung open and appears Sungmin with a oversized blue apron hanging from her shoulders.

The moment she realizes it's you at the door, her smile grows and eyes seem to have all the stars in the skies caught in her eyes. Your nerves melt, and so does your heart, and if it were possible, you would've melted right there as well.

"Mom, they're here!" But instead, Sungmin reaches out instantly and tugs you into the house, completely ignoring her own brother, who stands dumbfounded by the door. "And just in time, too!"

When you enter the living room, the aroma of sweet baked goods fills the air. You sit down and decide to settle down on the couch as Sungmin had instructed, smiling warmly at the drastic change from shy to hyped in just a night.

Donghyuck walks into the kitchen, greeting loudly, and a smile is stretched on Mrs. Lee's face instantly, as she turns around to grab her son's face to place a lingering peck on his cheek. You smile at the sight.

He then walks into the living room, catching sight of you on the couch, where Sungmin had pushed you on. He trudges right to you and sits by your side, arm slinging around your shoulders.

At this particular action, you grow surprised. And as Donghyuck's mother joins you lot in front of the TV, you realize. You realize that it's not just Sungmin, the 9 year old, but it's his mother and grandmother too.

You'd have to act much more... lovey dovey to actually fool them.

It's almost embarrassing to act like so with Donghyuck, but the way he's moving so calmly and expertly, you like to think you're a good job at fooling them.

It's almost embarrassing to act like so with Donghyuck, but the way he's moving so calmly and expertly, you like to think you're doing a good job at fooling them. At one point Donghyuck placed a quick peck on your forehead before dashing to get a cup of water, and you really hope you didn’t look too affected by it.

Fortunately, Sungmin was too ecstatic to show you her photo collection to even notice. She's filled the previously empty spot that was reserved for Donghyuck with herself, her photo journal on his lap.

"This was when we went to the beach, there were a lot of crabs around. There was one with a pretty shell so dad brought it home, we didn't know where was a crab inside until we got home, so we named him frankie."

Usually, when you hears the adventures of your friends, you would grow jealous and a bit sad that you didn't get to come. But when it was Sungmin telling the stories and pointing at the pictures she took, it was like you were on the trip as well. It's probably her great photography skills.

"And we found so many sea urchins on the island too! Hyuckie almost got stung by one,"

"Okay, first of all," Your head instantly whips to the left, where Donghyuck stands there with his hands on his hips. Funny, it's like every time you were with Sungmin he'd be lurking around the corner with his hands glued to his hips.

He raises a hand to the air, pointing sternly at Sungmin, "The tide was strong. I could barely run away from it. And second, you're in my seat."

Sungmin's lips pull to a frown, and she slumps in the seat as if it were hers forever, "I want to sit next to Y/n!"

"She's my girlfriend, Minnie."

"She's my new best friend!"

"Yeah! I’m her new best friend!"

Donghyuck shifts his gaze from his sister to you, betrayal laced in his eyes, “Babe!"

Donghyuck's future girlfriend sure is lucky, because how often do you grow so close with your significant other's family? How often is it that your significant other's sister is so comfortable with you after meeting you? How often is it that their parents don't even hesitate to make you feel like home and practically adore you more than their own child?

Day 5 and you're already jealous of Donghyuck's future girlfriend.

iv. day 7.

It might be the way you're already so used to Donghyuck asking you to come after just after 2 days, or how you're already getting ready the moment he walks through the diner entrance, but Donghyuck feels a bit peachy about it.

Very peachy, actually, because he never uses the word peachy.

Your deal has been going pretty smoothly for the past week, he'd help out in the library, drive you to the diner, and back to your place, and it's not like his company is bad either. He has good music taste, there's not a moment in his car where you're not bopping or singing along.

Donghyuck also has a nice voice, you notice, incredible vocals.

You've been hanging out with Donghyuck's family everyday so far, you picked up his grandmother from her house so she could spend time with her grandchildren (plus you, of course).

And Donghyuck's family is so fun, and genuine, and you don't know how they're so easy going, you think it's in the blood or something.

Donghyuck pulls up in front of the front porch of his house, unbuckling his seatbelt. He turns to look at you, and to his utter surprise you're not jittering and running your mouth about how nervous you feel.

Instead, you're getting your stuff and fixing your hair, a relaxed smile on your lips.

As if you can feel Donghyuck's stare, you turn to look at him, with an amused smirk on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing," Donghyuck chuckles with a shake of his head, "you're not nervous anymore?"

You shrug with a smile, opening your door, "Not when I'm with you, baby!"

For some apparent reason, Donghyuck's heart jumps. Jump so suddenly that his breath hitches in his throat and he almost feels lightheaded.

Woah, when did a simple petname get him so worked up?

Was it even the petname? Or the way you're already so used to being with him and his family? Donghyuck doesn't know, but he knows for a fact that he has to take a few moments to calm down.

However, he doesn't really get to calm down when he exits his car, because before him is the sight of his little siter jumping into your arms, and swinging around as you spin with her in your hold.

And the thumping of his heart doesn't seem to slow down when you call out his name and reach your hand out for him to hold.

When Donghyuck finds his lips pursing and his gaze very shyly staying on you as you light up and greet his family, and his fingers squeezing yours unintentionally, he knows he's screwed. For sure.

No, no, that's total baloney! He wasn't even feeling like this for the past week, why is he feeling like this now? He can't lie to himself, at least not his heart that thumps in his ears. No, they are the worst a lying.

They seem to get at least 10 times faster, 10 times louder, when he raises his arm for you to sit next to him, and you flop down and squeeze to his side instantly, all while you argue with Sungmin that there is one butt, and two cheeks.

"Nuh-uh! Captain Jaemin told me it was two butts!"

Who even listens to their scout mentor?

"Then Captain Jaemin was mistaken! It's clearly one butt, right Hyuck?"

It was, after all, Donghyuck's fault the argument had started in the first place, after mumbling how his 'one butt' hurt after falling on his ass.

But surprisingly, Donghyuck doesn't look all too well, not at all immersed in the argument as he usually would be. Instead, he's staring at you with wide eyes, lips still pursed very awkwardly.

He might just look absolutely adorable.

"W-wha..."

Both you and Sungmin stare at him weirdly, slight worry covering your gazes. It scares him how alike the two of you are.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" No, not really. With your hands pressing against his face, squishing his cheeks? His lips are gone form their awkward line, instead pressed outwards, so very close to your own face. Just one lean, and he could kiss-

Donghyuck pulls away abruptly, hands grabbing yours and taking them away from his face. Now that's super strange.

He stuttered, and became embarrassed? Did you perhaps break Lee Donghyuck?

Most likely, Donghyuck thinks, because his mind, his heart, his whole body isn't working as it usually should. He's not chatting the day away, or teasing the shit out of you, he doesn't think he can come to do it.

The last time he felt like this was 10th grade, when he had a crush on—

And then it hits him.

He has a crush on you?!

Your fake boyfriend stands up very quickly, letting go of your hands quickly, before he walks off without even looking at you, "I need to go to the bathroom!"

As he slams the door to the bathroom, Sungmin huffs out in confusion, turning back to her grandmother, "He hasn't been like this since the... tenth grade.... huh."

For a 9 year old, Sungmin sure is super observative. Bright smile and bright eyes set on you and all, observing your genuinely worried gaze on the bathroom door. It's right under your noses, fools!

v. night 7.

No no no no, this isn't good. This is not good. He can't have feelings for you! That's kind of ironic, because he's the one who asked to fake it. And he's the one falling just a week later? What is he gonna do? He'd never had a crush this bad since the tenth grade! That was years ago! What's he supposed to do now, confess?

So much for more natural when realizing feelings. This is the most unnatural he's felt in literally forever. Especially when he's in his own house, with his own family, that's not something to be unnatural about.

And just as he expected, Sungmin is onto him and has his grandmother right on his track as well.

Why would he act so uncomfortable and such around you? You're already dating, so there has to be something you're not telling them.

But alas, they can't follow him around all day. Both Minnie, and grandma have a bed time.

Unlucky for Donghyuck, you stayed over, with some convincing (read: bribing with ice cream) of getting Ryujin from your dorm to drop off a duffle bag with your clothes, you're set just for a night.

You thought it would be fun, spending time with your 'boyfriend' and his family, it was a night evening indeed.

But something just won't let you sleep. Was it the couch? No, you've fallen asleep countless of times while watching a Harry Potter movie, and it can't be the ticking of the clock, you've mastered blurring that out years ago when you had exams.

What was making you so restless?

(not so) Coincidentally, Donghyuck can't seem to sleep either. For very obvious reasons, of course.

He decides to clear his head a little, choosing to go to the kitchen and maybe have a little snack. Worked every time back in high school when he had mental breakdowns every 5 seconds.

What he didn't want was to see you in the kitchen, chugging a glass of water.

Donghyuck panics, though he doesn't show it, he's screaming in the inside and already turning to walk away. However, you notice him before he's able to.

"Oh, hi Haechan,"

His heart leaps. Now it isn't even just nicknames that shake his heartstrings, it's just anything you call him. When did this even start?!

"H-hey."

That's all you say. The only thing you do is greet him, pat him by the back, and exit the kitchen.

A small urge causes Donghyuck's arm to jump up, and wrap around your stomach, before he's dragging you back in front of him. He's inches away from you, you can see and point out every little detail about him, like the mole near his eye you never noticed he had.

And Donghyuck can see so much more of you up close, your eyelashes that brush against your skin with every slow, sleepy blink. And how your lips are just a tiny bit puffier than usual, or your skin he ought to caress, perhaps even kiss.

Before he can even do too much, Donghyuck quickly steps away, instead wrapping his fingers around your wrist so you don't go back to the living room.

"I-I, uh,"

Quick, think of something!

"You want a few midnight snacks with me?"

And minutes later, you find yourself on the floor, an ice cream sandwich in your hands. It was Donghyuck's specialty, as he claimed.

"Alright," Donghyuck says as he slides next to you on the floor, his own ice cream sandwich in his hands. It's not that special, or complicated, just a huge bunch of ice cream slapped between 2 slices or bread. But it had love, another thing Donghyuck claimed for it to posses. "you ready?"

"I was born ready." You say as you yawn. Perhaps the sight caused yet another jump at Donghyuck's heart.

Donghyuck takes a bite first, a big one, into the ice cream sandwich. He doesn’t have much of a reaction, just a close of his eyes and wipe at the corner of his lips. One glance to you, and you follow along, taking a big bite as well.

It’s not all that amazing, or extravagant, but you do have to say, it’s very delicious.

It’s enough for you to take another bite, and another, and another, until you’re halfway through the sandwich.

“Is good?” Donghyuck mumbles through a mouthful of ice cream. You reply simply with a nod and a hum, finding your mouth too full to properly respond with actual words. A smile graces itself on Donghyuck’s face at your response, happy to hear that you like it. Okay, maybe you looked funny (read: cute) with your filled cheeks.

He finds you even more adorable when you wince, fanning your mouth with a sour expression. “Ah! C-cold!”

Very cute. Who fans their mouth when it’s cold?

Donghyuck can’t help but chuckle at you, and you can’t help but glare at him when he does. He laughs even more at your glare on him, finding you very funny with your puffy cheeks and narrowed eyes.

And frankly, he doesn’t look too bad in such dim lighting. The only source of light is the small lava lamp on the corner of the kitchen counter, one of Minnie’s science projects, you assume.

FInally, when the cold numbness of your lips and mouth is gone, you elbow Donghyuck’s side, the corner of your lips curling down very visibly. “I was in pain! Your girlfriend is in pain, and you laugh at her?!”

Donghyuck can’t count how many times you’ve made his heart skip today. There goes another skip.

He knows, you know, that nobody is around, it’s the dead of night, nobody would be awake, and yet, you don’t put the ‘fake’ label.

You should, you really should, or Donghyuck might just believe it and do things he would regret in the future.

Things like staring at you so genuinely that you are fooled at it as well, and grab your hand when you slap his leg again, or pull you closer to stop you.

Man, he’s done all those things. He’s screwed for sure.

You’re all too close, for the second time tonight. Donghyuck finds more things then he did before, every single little detail about you, the surprise laced in your gaze when he stares intently at you, your mouth agape in such shock, and hey, even the ice cream stuck to the corner of your lips.

The ice cream stuck to your… lips. Your lips that Donghyuck keeps his gaze on, your lips that he gets closer to, your lips that seem so alluring to him.

You don’t know what Donghyuck is doing, and frankly, you don’t really care. You’re shocked, so very shocked, but at the same time… you’re not so shocked. There’s another emotion surging through your body. It’s very effective, causing your heart to beat so much faster, your hand freezing at the touch he leaves on it. It’s a little bit…. Happy? Why are you feeling happy? This is no time to feel anything but sleepiness and full. Not full of happiness!

And strangely, you don’t feel all that bad when Donghyuck lenas closer to you, you don’t feel anything but the urge to lean in as well, and close your eyes, and have the urge to feel his lips brushing against yours.

As much as you wanted it, the moment they press against yours, it feels so unfamiliar, so foreign. It’s a new place you are unaware of, tasting like ice cream with the slight scent of pine. It’s a new place you want to explore.

Darn Donghyuck and his perfume collection, making you feel all sorts of ways.

For a hot moment there your mind is gone, completely oblivious to the fact that this is all supposed to be fake. All just an act in front of his family. Well, here you are, kissing in his kitchen with nobody around.

His lips are soft, so incredibly soft, and gentle, as they caress against yours. They fit almost perfectly between yours, and floods an urge for more.

Donghyuck’s ice cream sandwich is abandoned, on his lap, his hands finding their places on your jaw instead. Fingertips slightly cold from the treat, but they still hold a small amount of warmth that is pulling you in, feeling like sun rays on a nice sunny day.

Who would have thought kissing Lee Donghyuck would’ve been so nice?

And who would’ve thought the both of you would catch the tiniest bit (read: a whole lot) of feelings before day 14?

vi. day 8.

Oh how Sungmin enjoyed this. It’s been a while since she’s seen this sight.

Who wouldn’t love the idea of seeing their brother all jittery and flustered every 2 minutes? And just because of a little crush!

Sungmin approves, she very much approves. You’re a nice person, she possibly loves you and how caring and nice and pretty and funny and kind hearted you are. Maybe that's just in her eyes, but that’s not the point.

The point is how Donghyuck sees you with his eyes. Sungmin suspects with flying hearts all around you and an illuminating light from behind you, because he sure acts like he sees every good thing in the world when he sees you.

Apparently, you’re not too good at faking a relationship and acting. At least, not after that night. Sungmin knows there’s something between you two, she knows it’s not a real relationship. If it was, then Donghyuck wouldn’t be acting so unnatural and aware of his surroundings in his own house.

And he would definitely not be avoiding any question or mention of your relationship.

“Hyuckie you’re being very weird.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re weird too, Minnie.” Donghyuck shoots back childishly at his sister. It’s ridiculous to counter back with such a witty comment to a literal 9 year old. And he looks even more ridiculous with pancakes shoved in his mouth, as he spins on one of the high chairs.

Sungmin decides to not push on her brother, for it would end up with an argument she would very much win and leave her brother all petty. Instead, she walks over to you, eating your own plate of pancakes next to Donghyuck’s dear grandmother while you two watch a TV show.

“Hi Y/n,” She says as she jumps next to you on the couch. Sungmin then reaches out to grab a pancake from your plate, bringing it up to her lips instantly. You don’t comment about it, not when Sungmin leans onto you and gets comfortable on your shoulder. It’s far too endearing to comment about. “Good morning,”

There’s a nice silence after that, only the clanking of dishes in the sink that Donghyuck chooses to wash, and the quiet dialogue of the people on the TV. You were so surprised when you found out Donghyuck’s grandmother enjoyed watching Dance Moms, but you see why she enjoys it. Dramatic mothers fighting and little girls wanting to be on top of a pyramid made of picture tapes to a mirror. Very entertaining.

“Do you know why Donghyuck is being so weird?”

The sudden question, and the very obvious answer sitting on your mind causes all your movement to stop. Yeah, you’d rather not tell a 9 year old that her brother is being weird because he kissed someone he wasn't supposed to.

“W-what?”

“I know there’s something going on, I can tell.”

The way the words flow out of Sungmin so naturally, as she eats her (your previous) pancake is honestly a bit intimidating to you.

Maybe you should tell her.

Wait, what?! No! Don’t tell your fake boyfriend’s little sister who, might you add, is 9! That’s a crazy idea!

“You’re very smart.”

God, why did you say that?!

“So, what is it, big sis?”

The urge to tell Sungmin is growing, with her big doe eyes, small anticipated smile, hell, how she called you big sis?!

“Sisters tell sisters everything, right sis?”

She’s clever, very clever.

Your chewing slows down, and at that point you can’t even look Sungmin straight in the eye. You look to your side instead, because you know if you even glanced at her anticipated expression, she’d notice the small curl of your lips, and you’d spill the beans instantly.

You’re shocked as you find not only is Sungmin looking at you with expectant eyes, but so is her grandmother, a slight smirk on her lips. Now she knows there’s something wrong. 14 days is not that long, and you’re spilling at day 8?

“Okay, fine.” You’re not that good at keeping lies, anyway. “But you can’t tell Donghyuck I told you, okay?”

You glance at Sungmin, and then her grandmother, “Both of you, please. He’d get so mad.”

“Mad, shmad!” Sungmin exclaims, slapping the rest of her pancake back on your plate. “You’re both acting so weird! What is it? Did you guys break a coffee table?!”

If that was here assumption, you wonder what her reaction to the real lie would be.

Extremely shocked, apparently, jaw dropping and eyes widening. Did she really think you broke a coffee table?

“You guys what?!”

“Shhh!” You instantly bring Sungmin closer to you and press a finger to your lips, shaking your head as you glance to the kitchen. Donghyuck hasn’t noticed, you’re definitely glad he doesn’t. Thank god he has Michael Jackson booming through the kitchen.

“Wha—why?! He could’ve just come without one!”

“I don’t know! He said something about a promise, or something??”

Sungmin grabs your hand placed on her shoulder, holding it with both her her small hands. In the span of a second, her shocked and upset face turns upside down, and she shakes your hand.

“Wait no, this is good!”

It is?

“It is!!” Sungmin’s certain it is. He’s finally found his true love.

Not really what’s going on with the both of you, but she’s still young so it’s understandable.

“He likes you! And I think you like him, too! You guys can date and he can fulfill his promise, this is so easy!”

No, not really. Again, she's still young, so she wouldn’t know the fear and immense anxiety that comes with conffesing. And problems it can cause. Gosh, how much easier it would be if you did what Sungmin said.

It would be great to date Donghyuck, but you don’t feel that way about him. No, last night was just a spur of the moment. Last night, where he made you an ice cream sandwich, a great ice cream sandwich. Last night, where he looked so good under the moonlight and streetlamp and fridge light. Last night where you very much wanted your lips to meet so badly. Last night where you caught feelings.

“Oh my god I do like him!”

You don’t hear Sungmin’s next words, you don’t hear anything. You frankly can’t focus on anything but your beloved fake boyfriend drying the plates. Dear god he looks extremely boyfriend material.

Donghyuck looks up, and catches your eyes. This obviously catches you off guard, but he remains calm, winking at you with a very exaggerated lip bite. Man, anything he does has you going crazy.

You’re screwed.

vii. day 10.

How long has it been since the last time Donghyuck’s seen you? 2 days, 10 hours, and 10 seconds. 11, now. That's what Donghyuck knows.

Strange, you’d usually be at the library or the diner you work at. Just where are you?

Donghyuck strolls back into the entrance of the library, hands on his hips with a very determined expression. He was planning to hang out with you as he worked on this one thing professor Kim assigned to do over break, but you’re nowhere to be found.

He could’ve just done it by himself, focused and ready to go, but strangely he thinks that he won’t be ready if he’s constantly thinking of you and where you might be.

But on the other hand, if you were with him he’d be nothing but staring at you, wondering what you’re thinking about. Overall, you’ll distract him. He’d feel a lot better if you were by his side, though.

He spots Renjun and his significant other, filming yet another library vlog. THis time, they’re reviewing old children’s books, pointing out each detail.

And just as Donghyuck’s about to go up to them and ask where you might be, you come right beside them, passing a few more old, dusty books with smiles. You then take the books they had previously reviewed, putting them in the cart to put them back into their respective places.

Donghyuck is shocked, and feels a pit growing in his stomach. Is it because they’re practically using you? Or maybe he was jealous of you spending time with them and not him. Either way, the feeling makes him decide to storm up to them very dramatically, stomping his worn out sneakers on the carpet.

“Hey, you!”

You’re even more surprised than he was before, you swear he was gonna sleep in until 1 pm like he usually does.

“Hyuck?”

Your wide, bright eyes staring up at him makes him almost physically melt right there on the spot, if it weren’t for Renjun saying the same thing.

“Are you forcing my girlfriend to work for you? You and your-your vlog??”

Wow, what a simp.

“No—”

“—Actually, Hyuck,” you interrupt before Renjun’s girlfriend could spit back any thing that would cause a petty little argument between them, reaching out to grab Donghyuck’s hm which is currently pointing at the camera set up on the desk. “I offered to help them, dumbo, if you’re pointing fingers, point at me!”

And if he’s looking ways or feeling things, it’s always gonna be you.

Donghyuck’s arm relaxes, flopping to his side as he pouts at you. “I’m not gonna point at you!”

“But you—”

“—No buts, Y/n! Come on, ditch Renjun for your dear boyfriend, won’t you?”

Well, how are you supposed to turn that down? Hands clasping yours, tightening ever so softly as he stares at you expectantly.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind”

“-Right! Thought so.” Donghyuck smiles almost instantly, reaching right up to his eyes. He looks nice. WIth his brown hoodie and messy hair, and a backpack slung over his shoulder. God, he looks really boyfriend material again. Can he stop being so boyfriend material?

“Bye Renjun and viewers! Come on babe,”

Donghyuck proceeds to drag you all the way to the other side of the library, a much more isolated area. You recognize the shelves as the very ones Donghyuck first asked you to fake date, with a simple game of truth or dare.

He decides to sit on the table right in front of the shelves, pulling his laptops out. You have nothing to do, but just stick with your fake boyfriend and simply accompany him.

You didn’t even bring your phone, you left if charging after you found you forgot to do so last night. Now your only source of entertainment is Donghyuick, and the many books around you.

As much as reading TINTIN comics sounds interesting, you find staring at Donghyuck much more entertaining, counting each omole over and over again. It doesn’t bore you, you don’t think it could ever bore you with how beautiful they look.

Donghyuck finds as he glances at you, that you are staring straight at him with your head in your palm. At first, his heart skips. It jumps around and back to its original spot, before he can actually stop it.

After recovering, he finally asks you, “What are you doing?”

“Watching you.”

“Why?”

You shrug, and lean back on your seat, ”I have nothing to do.”

Sudden guilt washes over Donghyuck as he realizes that he didn’t even think of what you would do except wait for him and accompany him, his stomach dropping just a little.

“Oh, right. You can go help Renjun if you want then,”

To Donghyuck’s surprise, you simply shake your head with a chuckle, “No, I’ll stay with you. I want to.”

Not only do your words cause his heart to stutter, but yours as well. You didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but in a way you kind of did.

“Right, okay,”

Though, just about 10 minutes after, you feel bored. Extremely bored. As much as staring at Donghyuck was entertaining before, it’s not too fun when you’ve been doing it for what seems like hours on end, you’ve been counting each one of his moles 8 times already.

Donghyuck doesn’t comment when you suddenly get up and head over to a bookshelf, and he doesn’t question why you’ve decided to sit on a bean bag instead of next to him. As long as you’re in sight he’ll be focusing.

It’s strange how he thought if you would be with him you’d be distracting him even if you weren’t even doing anything, and yet you’re here and he’s never been so focused when doing an assignment. Maybe it was your comforting presence, or the fact that he knows you’re here and not anywhere else. Or something. But he likes it. He should ask you to accompany him more in the future.

Around an hour later, Donghyuck finds his rough draft of his essay finished, and his body is very sore and stiff. Like really stiff. He stands up, starting to stretch his arms out. Just as he yawns, he also finds that he’s trying to find you.

And as he looks at your spot by the green bean bag you were on previously, he notices how the TINTIN comic is set to the side, and you’re sleeping peacefully on the bean bag. You look incredibly peaceful, so comfortable on the old bean bag, hugging your arms to your chest.

Just a second later, Donghyuck notices how you shiver, just for a mere moment, but he catches it nonetheless.

He then suddenly remembers of the blankets Mrs. Lee keeps by the librarian’s desk, for when she’s feeling extra chilly or one of the children asks for one. He decides to head there instantly, thinking of nothing but to get you some warmth. It’s the least he could do, after he dragged to accompany him.

Soon, Donghyuck finds a larger dinosaur print blanket among the smaller ones, before he takes it out of the cabinet of blankets to bring it over to you. As he ventures back to you, he finds that you have shifted on the bean bag, this time with your cheek completely pressed to the cushion, your lips slightly parted.

Wow, you look incredibly comfortable.

Opening and dusting off the blanket, Donghyuck flaps it over your body, and ever so carefully let's it settle over your legs and some of your arm. Despite it being the largest blanket from the cabinet, it’s still not big enough to fit you fully.

Donghyuck, the impulsive little menace he is, decides to whip off his hoodie, and to not be too much of a menace. If anything, quite the opposite. Instead of wearing it himself, he drapes his warm, thick hoodie over your arms, patting it straight.

Seeing you up close, all snug in your sleep, with his hoodie keeping you warm, it causes something to stir in Donghyuck. Something so foreign, but feels like home. Something he could fear, but instead, he welcomes it with a full heart. His full heart, full of love, for you.

Slowly, Donghyuck leans down, places a hand on your shoulder to steady himself, and presses the softest, most love filled kiss to your forehead.

Oh, how he wants to trail more along your cheeks and nose, how he longs to hear you laugh and tell him to stop like that one time he accidentally brushed his fingers by the bare skin of your back, how he wants you to feel how he's feeling right now.

He presses one last kiss to your cheek, before heading back to his seat to work. He’s cold, but who cares? When you look so snug, he already feels a rush of warmth surging through his body.

viii. night 10.

How are you supposed to react when you wake up with your fake boyfriend’s warm ass hoodie around you after you very vividly remember clearly not falling asleep with it? And a dino print blanket over your legs? How are you not supposed to physically melt into your spot when he says that you should use it for the rest of the day? How are you not supposed to be affected when he claims he’s not cold and still shivers just a second later? How??

Apparently, you can’t. According to the footage Renjun showed you.

God, you look stupid in love with your staring at Donghyuck with his hoodie clutched to your chest. And the way you physically almost gasp when he threads his fingers with yours. So stupid!

Now it’s all you can think of, even when Donghyuck and his parents left 2 hours ago to go somewhere, you couldn’t remember. Now you’re stuck here, at home, with Sungmin by your side, asking every 5 minutes about your crush on your fake boyfriend.

“So are you guys going to get married now?”

At this, you snort, shaking your head, “You know better, Minnie. We aren’t even dating!”

“Yeah,” Sungmin shrugs, “I do know better. But you guys should at least start dating, right?”

“Oh please, we don’t even know if Donghyuck likes me!”

Sungmin shifts in your arms, causing you to glance to yoru left to see what she’s up to. She looks up at you with the most deadpanned expression she’s ever had on, and that’s very deadpanned. There was a time her mother switched salt for sugar when making cookies, so this was very bad then.

“He gave you his hoodie. His favorite Michael Jackson hoodie. He likes you very much, Y/n!”

She does have a point. Michael Jackson is someone very special to him, and to carelessly give it to someone who was simply cold? Maybe he likes you a little.

“And he was so jealous when Renjun stole you away from him yesterday.”

Wait a minute, how did she know about that? Renjun is a careful, and quite the slow editor, so the video won’t be out for the next week.

“How do you know about that?”

Sungmin reaches out for another cookie from the cookie jar, the safe batch made with sugar, and note salt, and giggles at your very surprised tone, “I was there, dummy!”

“What, so you watched Donghyuck make me accompany him? And you saw me sleep?”

“And when he gave you the dino blanket and hoodie.” She adds on, “I was just in the children’s section, did you not notice me?”

“No?? I didn’t??”

Sungmin shrugs and laughs breathlessly, wiping at the crumbs at the corner of her lips, “Well, should I tell you about the kiss he left on your forehead when he gave you the blankets?”

Now that, you had no memory of. But just thinking of it has you jumping in surprise, turning to Sungmin in surprise. “He did what?!”

You bake him cookies, a few hours later, for some reason.

Apology cookies for using his beloved Michael Jackon hoodie? Or for falling asleep when you were supposed to be with him? You don’t know, but you want to apologize for some reason.

Maybe you didn’t even want to apologize, and you just wanted to make him cookies. If so, you wouldn’t admit it out loud.

Nonetheless, you have cookies ready, cooled on the cooling tray, ready to be eaten. And the last batch is finished right on time, just as Donghyuck’s car pulls up into the garage.

Your (unfortunately,) fake boyfriend walks through the doors, announcing a very dramatic greeting to nobody in particular, before he walks into the living room.

“Mom and dad asked me to drop them off at Jaemin’s mom’s house after shopping so it’s just me.”

Quickly, you take your plate of what you thought was your prettiest cookies onto a plate, holding it tight in your grasp nervously. This was so impulsive, random, and you don’t even know if the cookies taste the slightest bit good.

Donghyuck finds himself inhaling the beautiful scent of freshly baked goods, and he spins on his heel to head to the source of the gracious smell. He is very surprised at the sight of you moving a couple of cookies around on a plate, even more surprised when you stick the plate out towards him just a second later.

“S-sorry…?” You mumble through an awkward smile.

“For… what?”

“I mean,” you shake your head, shutting your eyes in hopes of erasing your embarrassment. “for using your kitchen ingredients?”

Not what you were sorry for, but you apologized, right?

“Sungmin wanted some cookies, so I made her some.” Lies, but Donghyuck buys it very easily, eyeing the plate full of cookies in your hands. “You could have some too, if you’d like. Maybe with some ice cream?”

God, why did you say that?! Now you’ve reminded you both of the night you kissed, and make yourself grow even more awkward.

“Or maybe not, ice cream, you know?”

You might think you’re being embarrassing, awkward, weird even. But to Donghyuck, you look absolutely stunning. Have you always looked so pretty up close? Perhaps it was the new expression on your face that he’s never seen before. Well, whatever it is, it's making him go crazy.

“Milk could work too, or some—”

The rest of your sentence hitches in your throat as Donghyuck pulls you forward, his grasp tight on your wrist, and his warm lips land on your cheek for just a mere second, before the sensation is gone.

“Ice cream would be great,” He mumbles with a chuckle, before he pulls you to the freezer.

If you could, you’d land a big kiss on his lips as he makes an ice cream cookie sandwich. But, you’re too immersed in how delicious the combination is to even bother to.

ix. day 11.

Three days left. You’re not so sure how to feel about it. Relieved? Disappointed? You’ve never felt so many feelings at once, and you’re scared of it, which adds yet another emotion in the pile of mixed ones. And for that, you want to beat Donghyuck up as he pulls you closer just as you say something about wanting to get up for a glass of water.

“Nooo, don’t leave!”

“Donghyuck, I don’t think I can even physically leave.” At least not with his arms and legs trapping you against him. Mentally, though, you don’t really want to. His presence is far too warm and comforting for you to want to leave, but your thirst for water is causing you to want to leave.

“Just for a second please, do you really want your girlfriend to die of thirst?!”

There you go again, calling yourself his girlfriend even if nobody is home. Donghyuck’s parents and Sungmin have gone out shopping for her birthday coming up soon, and apparently she didn’t want you to come. Something about surprising you with her pretty outfits. Or it could be something about getting with Donghyuck, and it could be confirmed as she threw a wink at you and finger guns as she closed the door behind her.

“Just a few more minutes please,”

You give in eventually. It’s not like you could actually get him to let go. And it’s not like you really wanted to let go either. You’ve gone longer without water, right? Exam week is a bitch when you forget to bring a water bottle with you to the library.

Donghyuck’s embrace is warm, you’re shocked at how warm it can be. His heartbeat is your favorite song, and the sight of him smiling lightly into his sleep is much better than your favorite movie. And the sensation of his fingers running lightly against your back feels almost heavenly, and you’re sure to combust of adoration when he pulls you closer and complains about it being cold despite the AC being off.

It feels all too real.

Just the thought of what you two are doing is fake, that it’s going to come to an end in just 2 days, is almost haunting to you. What’s going to happen to the both of you after this?

The question is itching in your throat, right on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t get yourself to say it. You were simply scared of what’s to come.

You should probably ask.

You’re about to ask. Your mouth is open, your heart ready for the response, and you sit up. But the moment you sit up, Donghyuck doesn’t even ask, and flops right on top of you.

“A few more minutes, I swear.”

And a few minutes later, your confidence has faded away, and all you can do is nervously play with Donghyuck’s hoodie strings.

x. day 12.

God, this feels surreal.

You wonder if you get to have another chance to be Donghyuck after this, friends or not. You don’t know if you can even be his friend after tomorrow. It would’ve been fine even if you had realized your feelings, but the kiss is messing with your head seriously.

Now what are you going to do? Go back to knowing Donghyuck as just the guy who sprayed half a can of cheese into Renjun’s nose? Possibly, but there would be no way Donghyuck would go back to knowing you as that one girl from Math who works at the library and diner.

It would take you at least like, what, 2 years to get over him? Last time you tried to get over a guy it took about 2 months, and that was just from a small crush you developed when Lee Felix was your project partner for 2 weeks. How are you supposed to face him after tomorrow?

You can’t. You know you can’t. At least without remembering the kiss every 2 minutes when he starts speaking and you start staring at his lips And his other habit where he traces out what he’s saying? He’s developed a habit of writing it on your knee after how often you would sit next to him the past 2 weeks. Man, just a little tap of his fingers on your knee and you are melting.

And that’s what you’re currently thinking, of how you could melt any second now with Donghyuck’s hand tapping against your knee. You stare at it as he talks to his sister, watching as he scribbles out words and crosses them out casually, a smile itching on your face.

You think he’s saying something to you, and you’re very certain he was, as he pats you knee and stands up, pushing at your cheek with his thumb. He tilts his head in a silly smile down at you, before he heads out the living room, leaving you to finally register what he just did.

“So, have you two ended this whole thing and started dating?”

Sungmin’s alarming words cuts through your thoughts, causing you to be brought back to the reality and realization that this all will be over so soon.

“I really should,”

“So- so you’re telling me you didn’t yesterday?! Even when I clearly hinted with my wink?!”

You really should have. Only a day away, and you’re too scared to ask, the consequences will definitely be worse this time.

Sungmin can very much sense the regret in your expressions. The worry between each crease of your eyebrow, the regret in your frown. She can even tell by how you’re sitting, awkwardly, with your hands on your lap, picking and peeling at the skin.

She sympathizes with you, but thinks you’re a real coward at the same time. The both of you. This was, after all, her brother’s fault. If he just came home and said he didn’t have a girlfriend, it would’ve been okay.

Sungmin leaves a bit later, warning you to make a move because she knows her brother won’t, just as he makes his way into his room.

“What was that about?”

“Girl stuff.” Sungmin shrugs, before skipping up the stairs, “Anyway, I’m gonna go nap”

Well, that’s strange. Minnie would usually want to sleep next to you, while watching National Geographic, what happened to that agenda?

Donghyuck fortunately doesn’t think anything about it, thinking it’s something about having a super secret tea party with cheddar bob the monkey plush and socks the teddy bear.

Instead, he takes his seat back next to you, bringing out his phone. He also doesn’t notice the stare you have set on him, nervous eyes shaking with every scroll he makes on his phone. How could he be so normal about this? Did he not mean all the things he did, after all? Why isn’t he one bit frustrated??

He is, he really is, he has been since day 10, but he’s suppressed it down for him to simply act like he doesn’t care. He cares a shit ton. What’s he supposed to do after you leave? Are you even gonna talk to him?

“Hyuck,” You call out softly. It’s warm, welcoming, but it still causes a rush of fear to run through his veins. Could this be it? The very conversation the both of you dread to have?

The word is on the tip of your tongue, so close to rolling off, so close to having everything sorted out. But just as you trail your eyes from his shirt, to hsi eyes, you’ve lost all senses. It’s ridiculous how speechless he makes you with just a glance, even funnier how much your body seems to react when his fingers brush against yours oh so faintly.

“I…”

This is it, the words are finally to come.

Donghyuck has sparkling attentive eyes, that seem to also ask for you to finally say the words, and you are going to, it’s finally going to leave your system, all the frustration.

How do we end this?

“What are you doing this evening?”

It slips away.

Those stupid words slip away. You just had a grip on it, it was just in your palms, before they fall through your fingers like sand.

“I’m… free. Why do you ask?” It seems as if he feels down at your question as well, his response not entirely seeming what he actually meant, what he actually wanted to say.

“Do you want to go out for some ice cream?”

You personally want to curse at whoever made ice cream, or ice cream sandwiches. You want to curse at them for making it taste so good, and for reminding you every single second of the day of the night you kissed Donghyuck.

Despite that, you find yourself sitting on a bench, in a park, with a tub of ice cream on your lap, and another tub on your fake boyfriend’s as well. He has the flavor of cookies and cream and strawberry, and you have a very cold tub of plain dark chocolate on your lap.

“You’re like Jeno,” Donghyuck comments as he lets his spoonful of ice cream melt on his tongue. It’s always a delightful sensation. “Boring.”

“Wow, thank you so much, Donghyuck. I feel truly loved.” You mutter, though there’s a smile that contrasts from your sour tone, smiling delightfully. Were you smiling at the ice cream, or Donghyuck?

The ice cream tastes strangely better than you remember it to be, sure chocolate has always been great, but it’s particularly sweeter and you can’t help but savor it. Donghyuck is like chocolate, he’s sweet, sweeter than you always knew he was, and you want to savor each moment with him.

“How do we end this?” Your voice is quiet, hesitant, shaky, and it tears Donghyuck apart. As much as he didn’t want the topic to come up, he had to clean up everything he did, he had to answer.

“Classes start by wednesday,” 2 days after day 14, you know this well. “and we’ll get busy by then. My family won’t notice, at least not with the both of us busy with school.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Donghyuck gulps thickly, playing around with the soggy ice cream container in his hand, too afraid to look at you.

In the end, the chocolate is made from cacao, which makes it bitter, and it reminds you of how this relationship even came to be. It was fake. All the sweetness is nothing but hidden bitterness, but you can’t help but bask in it more and more, even when you know you shouldn’t.

As the sun sets, and your ice cream melts, you take in the second to last day of the sweet sensation of being able to be with Donghyuck, closing your eyes and memorizing his voice, his touch, his playful little jokes, and every habit he has. The more you want to remember it, the more it’ll be bitter later, and yet you keep your eyes shut, wishing for time to stop just for you and Donghyuck.

xi. day 13.

Half of day 13 was spent sleeping, for the both of you had gone back home to sleep at around 1 am after walking around the park and hanging by the playground. 1 pm was not a good time to wake up, you think, because it’s the time of lunch, and you haven’t even had breakfast. Not to mention how all you ate the night before was ice cream.

Fortunately, Sungmin had made both you and Donghyuck some scrambled eggs and ham, and woke you two up by sitting on top of you.

Why can’t your roommate be like her?

The moment Donghyuck got up to go wash his plate, Sungmin was replacing his spot in front of you, reaching over to pat your hand.

Your eyes are especially sleepy, droopy and blinking slowly, you almost look genuinely sad.

“So, did you finally do it? Are you two together now?”

You can’t bring yourself to tell her the truth, you can’t even bring yourself to actually acknowledge how it was the very last day of the whole act, before you go back to being friends and nothing more.

You can only imagine how frustrated she’d be if you actually told her.

Alas, you can’t lie to her. You watch with shame as her face falls, and as her face scrunches up in frustration. It’s a cute sight, but has so much more negative impact on your heart as she looks at your plate of breakfast she made, and mutters how she shouldn’t have put so much care into her cooking.

And she storms up the stairs, warning you to fix the whole situation one last time, or she’ll do it herself.

Just a moment later, Dongyuck comes back, yawning. Gosh, he looked incredibly fine in the morning.

“Where’s Sungmin?” He mumbles as he runs his fingers through his hair. You almost don’t reply with how distracted you are. Distracted by him, and Sungmin’s words.

You two are real cowards.

“Uh, another nap. I think.”

Donghyuck huffs out, looking up at the stairs, “She’s been napping a lot lately, you think she’s okay?”

Yeah, she’s definitely okay. Just really tired of your shit.

And honestly, so are you. Physically. You weren’t able to get any sleep last night, debating whether or not to go in the middle of the night and fix this whole mess. You pondered for about 3 hours, and instead of any progress, you got a mere 3 hours of sleep.

It seems like Donghyuck is just as tired as you, because the moment you’re laying on the couch, he’s climbing up on top of you and trapping you down. His hair is buried into your neck, tickling your collarbone, his breaths fanning gently against your shoulder.

You’ve done this a few times before, sure, but this time it’s a lot different. This could be the last time you’d even be sitting on this very couch, the couch you grew to love with each moment spent sitting on it. It’s when you first talked to Sungmin, and when you truly felt ten folds of love from Donghyuck’s family.

Your stomach twists, just as you twist a strand of Donghyuck’s hair between your fingers.

So after today, is he still gonna act like this? Hug you so? Hold your hand tightly?

You’ve been asking yourself this for days, the past week, even. Every time it would come up, you’d push it back down, ignore it, until it’s become something so big just sitting in the corner of your mind. So big that no matter how many times you try to ignore it, there’s always a reminder in every corner.

You can’t take it anymore, you really can’t.

“L-let’s talk.”

Donghyuck hums, he hums against your neck, you feel it vibrate through your neck, and you can’t help but feel giddy at the sensation. “About what? I thought it was nap time,”

How could he possibly be napping when it’s possibly the last day he could be with you? Did he really not care that much?

Your heart drops at the thought.

“I don’t think I can nap right now,” You blurt out.

Wow, what a way to start a conversation.

Donghyuck simply chuckles, and turns his head to look at you. The expression on his face is soft, endearing, so calm. You wished you could feel the same way he could.

“That’s strange,” He pouts, “you were the one who came to the couch first.”

The expressions on your face, however, are clearly differing from what you want. In contrast to his calm and collected face, your’s has worry written all over it, concern in every furrow of your eyebrows and uncertainty with every glance you give him.

Donghyuck’s face falters softly, you hate how carefully he observes you. It shows how genuinely caring he is for you and you hate it.

“You’re being weird, Y/n.”

His voice is worried, his previous mischievous intentions long gone and out the window. At this point, he’s peeled himself off you, sitting straight up on a couch cushion. You don’t think you can speak. Sungmin was right, you really are cowards.

Donghyuck’s hands shift from his side, to reach forward and take your hands in his, thumbs circling on yoru skin comfortingly, as if he wanted you to say it.

And that’s just the switch to make you speak.

"Okay—fine! The truth is I can't act anymore!"

You can see the shock that laces in Donghyuck’s actions. You would be shocked too, honestly, if he suddenly bursted like that.

His hands stop, freeze, no longer comforting you. He’s obviously very taken aback, his eyes are wide with shock, mouth parted slightly with nothing but mere air coming out.

He shakes his head, taking back his hands to plant them firmly on his lap, "But we were doing so well…"

Is that really what he thought about the whole thing? Just a stupid act you were doing so well in?

If it were physically possible, your heart would crack. And it really feels possible because with every second that goes by it seems to hurt more and more until it’s sure to be split completely in half. All in the palms of Lee fucking Donghyuck.

"Because I'm not even fucking faking any of it!”

Donghyuck’s breath catches in his throat.

“I hate how I genuinely like you, and everything about you! Like- like when I kiss your cheeks, at first it was weird and so—so—I can't even remember because now I love how your cheek is so soft and how you playfully tap on it for me to kiss and—and how it's so fucking warm! How can it be so warm?! Not to mention how there's always a tinge of strawberries and a scent of sunshine on your cheek and I know it's from the amount of time you spend outside playing with your sister—god, your family!"

You’ve started to choke up, there are tears crystallizing at the edges of your eyes, your face showing every emotion but happy. You have a wave of emotions swirling in you, pent up and all too stressing for you to keep in.

"I love them so much, I love how your sister is exactly like you, and she’s the little sister I never had! And your grandmother, she's so wise, the grandmother I've never had either. Your parents are so fucking nice and they're so happy that you found someone, and I'm happier that you give me the chance to feel like that someone!"

Like the night he made you the ice cream sandwich, and all the movie times where he’s held you oh so close, hell, just a few minutes ago when it felt like he meant all of it! You don’t even know if he means everything, but frankly you don’t want to know. He’s making it seem like he thinks it all just an act, and you just can’t take it. Not when he’s given you so much false hope.

"That kiss you gave me on that damned night,” You shake your head at the memory, not even bothering to look up at Donghyuck. You’re too afraid to.

A weak, almost sarcastic chuckle slips through your lips, just as you wipe the few tears that fall to your cheeks. “I have to really give it to you for that one. I really thought you had feelings too, and you must be so fucking good at acting, because one second it feels like you also genuinely love me and then the next you call this an act!"

You are unaware, completely oblivious to how he doesn’t want it to be an act. You completely miss every longing look Donghyuck gives you, how his hands twitch with the urge to reach out and just take you in his arms, to hold you and embrace you like you were always meant to be there.

His fingers twitch, hand flinching up as you stand up from the couch, the pain on your face tugging and playing at his heartstrings.

"Please, Donghyuck, let's just call this off. Make your parents happy—make yourself happy by bringing the real one home. You don't have to keep this up if you don't really want it. Goodbye, Haechan." For a moment there, you almost say his name. You want to, but you won't let yourself.

If only you had given him the chance to say anything. If only Donghyuck had the guts to interrupt you and prove you wrong, if only you weren’t such fucking cowards towards love.

"I'll see you on monday."

There, in his living room, Donghyuck desperately watches as you walk out the door, with his broken heart in your grasp and your broken pieces just within his reach as well. He suddenly hates it, he hates the living room, he hates his own room, where you would oh so casually nap on his bed and flip through his favorite spiderman comics and admire his Michael Jackson poster. He hates ice cream sandwiches, he hates his damned hoodie he had given you in the library.

He hates himself for being afraid. Of both love, and you.

xxi.

Donghyuck doesn’t even go anywhere that would remind him of you, he doesn’t want to. He’s been sleeping back at his dorm with the rest of his roommates, isolating himself in his room, thinking of every moment that led to yoru supposed ‘break up’.

HIs roommates each tried to cheer him up, thinking it was an actual breakup. Somehow, the fact that it wasn’t even real hurt him even more. He was expecting this, why did it still hurt?

Even Renjun tried to cheer him up, but just the sight of the camera in his hands reminds him of the day you wanted to help them with a video. That day was probably the day he fell completely in love. He doesn’t want his Michael Jackson hoodie back. Strangely, you don’t want it either.

Even if Donghyuck was away from home, he didn’t feel like it. You can take the man out of the home, but not the home out of the man. Mainly because Sungmin and their grandmother wanted to come see what his dorm looks like. Minnie especially likes Jaemin’s bed, full of plushies.

Donghyuck sighs and watches as his little sister starts jumping up and down his bed, ignoring the growing pain at the back of his head when the bounces of his little sister cause his head to clash with the headboard of his bed. Instead, he relishes the sound of her laughter, the sight of her smile, just before she’s gone and he doesn’t get to see her for how many weeks. Even if he wasn’t happy, that doesn’t mean his sister has to either.

“Where’s Y/n?” She suddenly blurts as she crawls next to her brother and sprawls herself over his legs. Donghyuck almost doesn’t have the heart to break it to her that you’ve broken up, her breathless giggles holding and tugging gently on his heart.

“Well,” He mumbles, tucking the messy strands of hairs behind her ear, “I don’t particularly think we’ll be seeing her…”

“What? Why not?” Sungmin sits up with a frown curling her lips down. It’s not like her usual pout when their parents refuse to get her the apple juice she wants, but it’s a lot more worried, which Donghyuck didn’t even know she could really feel.

“Well… we broke up.” There’s no other better way to tell her than that.

Though, she looks pretty perplexed, scratching her head and messing up the hair Donghyuck thought he already fixed. “I thought you guys were finally dating after that night.”

“What? Minnie, we have been dating since the beginning.”

To his utter surprise, Sungmin shakes her head, “No, no you weren’t,” she pokes at the lint on Donghyuck’s sweatpants, “you still had the deal and all.”

Confusion, frustration, shock, a whole wave of emotions hits Donghyuck, and before he knows it, he’s speaking a lot louder than before, “What?! You knew about the deal?!”

“Y-yeah. And by the way, you should really get it together and ask her out. Before I do it for you.”

Donghyuck is speechless. Has no words. His mouth is hung open with wide eyes staring at his 9 year old sister who seemed to catch onto his scheme and had found out. He won’t ask how. All he wants to ask is how you think of the relationship.

Clearly, from what you said on day thirteen, is that you clearly like him, and his family. Well, he loves you, and its pretty clear how his family adores you too, so why didn’t he stop you on that day? These are the words his sister tell him in the moment, that only echo in his mind and rack around until he’s completely registered it.

“Minnie, I have to do something.”

“I’ve been wanting that for the past two weeks, Hyuckie!”

“Wait here until mom and dad pick you up, okay?”

Just like Donghyuck, his Michael Jackson hoodie is really putting you off as well. It’s in the far corner of your bedroom, hanging limp by your chair. It’s been there for the past week you haven’t seen him, although you do occasionally feel the urge to bring it with you during class. Classes start just as the fourteenth day of fake dating ended, and you don’t have the urge to study and focus in class that much.

The black hoodie hanging just by the arm of your chair stirs something in you. Melancholy? Nostalgia? The feeling you had when you arrived at your dorm right after breaking up with Donghyuck? All of those, probably.

A ring resonates through the quiet atmosphere, and you turn, to find that someone had sent you a text.

Ms. Lee of the library: Hi Y/n, sorry to bother, but could you swing by the Library today? Jaemin has an exam and couldn’t be on duty.

You: Hey Ms. Lee! Yeah, I’ll swing by. I’ll be there soon :)

To be frank, you really don’t want to. One, you’re feeling extremely unproductive today, two, Ms. Lee is going to dump all the responsibilities on you again, and three, well, Donghyuck.

For the next 15 minutes, you stay in your bed, feeling like shit just at the thought of having to get up and walk all the way to the library. It was a mere 5 minute walk, but you were in no mood to even get up today.

Finally, you miraculously find the energy to sit up, which you find is almost impossible. Alas, if you didn’t get up, then Ms. Lee would probably call you as many times as she can until you walk into the library doors.

Mind occupied with nothing but hurrying, and packing your tote bag as quickly as you can, you reach out for the first thing you can find to throw over your pajamas, hoping it would be enough to hide the evidence of your laziness. And before you know it, you’re dashing out the door, sprinting to the library.

Finally going out and having some sunlight is actually really refreshing, you realize, just the sight of flowers in the beds of your neighbors, and the feeling of the soft wind blowing on your skin felt better than you had remembered, it really brightens your mood.

And the doors to the library don’t look as dreadful as you swore they always were. Ms. Lee, however, was.

The moment she sees you near her desk, her nagging surrounds you, comments on how you’ve left her old self to work all alone once again. Strangely, you find it quite endearing. What has gotten into you? A few days in bed, and you see the world so differently.

Soon, you get back to your usual tasks, organizing books, putting them back in their places, helping out students with finding their required books, it’s not the greatest feeling, but it’s loads better than staying in bed for who knows how long and dreading over a breakup (that wasn’t even real).

Speaking of breakups, the very person you had broken up with is within the same room as you, much to your obliviousness. Donghyuck is running left to right looking for you after asking Ms. Lee if you had come in today.

Lucky for him, this was the first day you clocked into work.

Just as you push in another book about dinosaurs, and attempt to move to another shelf, the book falls out the moment you turn.

Shocked, you stare at the book on the floor, the situation feeling all too familiar.

"What the fuck—"

"—Oh hey,"

What’s also extremely familiar, is the pair of eyes you look into when you peek into the gap where the book was supposed to be, your heart rate picking up just as fast as Donghyuck as he rushes to your side of the shelf when he’s realized it’s you.

You feel a whole storm of emotions in you, it’s got your words stopping at your throat, breath hitching along with them, and not to mention your heart going batshit crazy.

However, as your eyes automatically shoot down to avoid eye contact, and you see the dinosaur textbook you had dropped, you only feel one emotion.

"Why the fuck do you keep doing that?"

This was clearly not what Donghyuck expected, and not what you had planned either. It came out automatically the moment you saw the book on the ground.

Donghyuck clears his throat awkwardly after you had picked up the book and put it back on the shelf, shifting his eyes to the side when you look at him.

He pictured himself here, doing this, but now that he’s actually doing it, he really doesn’t know how to start.

He decides simple, "I-I have to tell you something,"

You don’t want simple. You’re not so sure about what exactly it is that you want, but it surely can’t be this easy. "Why are you here? Do you even still work here??"

"I'm sorry."

"What the fuck?"

"You ask a lot of questions,"

"Yeah well, you're pretty fucking confusing, Donghyuck."

A sensation of Deja vu hits the both of you for a moment there, those were the same words you both spoke during day 5, when he told you how much his sister loved your presence and wanted to hang out with her a little more.

You stand there, with mixed emotions swirling in your stomach. You want to find it confusing, you want to stay mad, but you can’t. Not when your heart longs for him.

And as you stare into his eyes, you realize that he feels the exact same. He longs for you just as much as you long him, he’s upset at himself just as much as you are with him.

It can be that easy, it’s always that easy. It’s always been Donghyuck.

“I’m sorry for being so…” Donghyuck can’t find the words to describe how bad he feels, it’s buried deep in the back of his head.

“Really fucking frustrating?”

His head shoots up at your words, your voice much softer than before. You didn’t look as mad as you did when he dropped the book, a rather longing look on your face.

“...Yeah. Really fucking frustrating.”

Silence envelops the conversation yet once again, as you both grimace and shift awkwardly in your spots. There is so much you want to say to each other, how much you’ve missed him, and Sungmin and his stupid ice cream sandiwches. You missed his ice cream sandwiches.

Just as you are about to turn and get back to work very awkwardly, Donghyuck is brave enough to say more.

“Minnie misses you,” He mumbles. You miss her too, you miss her nagging and sweet smile, everything about the little girl. “I miss you too.” He adds.

Can he just stop making you feel things?!

“My family really likes you,”

At this you turn around to give Donghyuck a look, slapping a book to his chest, before pointing at an empty gap at the shelf. He takes the hint, slipping the novel right in.

You don’t know if he even works here anymore, but he might as well. “Is that why you’re apologizing?”

“God—no, it’s not because of them.” Donghyuck quickly clears out, shaking his hands. “What I mean is that they really like you, and I really really like you too.”

He’s rambling, speaking so quickly you almost don’t catch what he says. His words leave a small warmth at your heart, the corner of your lips slipping up before you could stop them.

“And I don’t know, it’s not every day they like someone so easily, you know? And I liked you so easily too so—”

Donghyuck slaps a hand to his lips, leaning forward to bump his head to the books on the shelf. “Aah, this wasn’t what I planned.” (He never planned anything)

A small huff of laughter to Donghyuck’s side, and his heart lifts from the pits of his stomach, jumping up and down when he realizes you have an amused smile on your lips. It washes away when you realize he’s noticed it, and you cough awkwardly.

“I just…” Donghyuck can’t find the words to say, he can’t properly express the swirling emotions in his body. “You just do things to me that I can’t fake, things that I don’t want to fake.” God knows you feel the exact same way. He’s describing all the things you feel for him, every word makes total sense to you that you don’t think you could phrase it any other way.

“I feel all warm inside and maybe it’s the way it feels like we’ve been dating for so long, but I feel like I love you... am I going too far? I feel like—“

“—Donghyuck!“ He doesn’t even realize you were calling out for him until you tug at his sweater, skin brushing against his. It’s been days since you’ve seen each other, and just the slightest touch has both of your hearts going crazy.

He stares right at you in surprise, his jaw hanging open with no words flying out. It’s a bit cute, he looks cute.

Donghyuck can’t read the expression on your face, but he tries to. There’s longing in your eyes, and adornment in your small smile, you don’t seem upset at him anymore.

Tugging him closer, you lean in, and press your lips right onto his. It feels blissful, absolutely heavenly, but the sensation is gone once you pull away only a few seconds later. Your breath doesn’t last that long, just as you open your eyes, you are being pulled back into another kiss, soft and loving.

Donghyuck is familiar with the material of your hoodie, he remembers the certain cut at the end of your sleeve. And just as he pulls away, his assumptions were correct. It’s his Michael Jackson hoodie he gave you on the day of the library.

“This is mine,” He mumbles, pulling at your other arm.

“Do you want it back?”

He shakes his head with a smile, “No, it’s okay.” Warmth fills you, as you tangle your hand with his. “You’re mine now too, I guess.” A moment later, however, you let go, before turning and walking away with the book cart.

“Hey—Y/n! I know that was cheesy, I’m sorry!”

Bonus!

It’s 11 in the evening, you’re hungry, your boyfriend is hungry, but all the stores are either closed, or 15 minutes away by foot. Why go there when Lee Jeno is only 5 minutes away?

“You two suck.” Jeno mutters under his breath as he opens his freezer, grabbing the large tub of ice cream Jaemin had stored in there in case of a movie night. He tosses it onto the counter, before glaring at the two of you.

“Don’t make too much noise, and don’t you dare wake me up.”

Donghyuck hums at his grumpy friend, popping open the lid to the ice cream tub. “Sure, sure,”

Minutes later, you’re on the dining room floor, a cold ice cream sandwich in your hands. Donghyuck swallows the last of his own sandwich, a new eating record sitting in his notes app at a whopping 2 minutes and 10 seconds. You’re not sure how he didn’t get a brain freeze.

Your boyfriend leans down to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek, before standing to head to the kitchen, “Gonna go get some water.” he announces.

The moments are filled with sounds of the fridge door opening many times, before a yell of Jeno’s name, and a loud ‘What the fuck did I just say?!’ from a distant room in the corridor.

[markkuum]

just finished watching bungo stray dogs (including the ova; movie; & wan) & ITS SOOO GOOD, MAN 😭 (i gush more under this cut)

so far, i think s3 is the best one imo.. (s2 a very close second) character wise, my faves are; ✨ ranpo, chuuya, dazai, kunikida, akutagawa, fitzgerald, & kenji ✨ i'm probably biased with ranpo bc i watched (& rlly enjoyed) saiki k. & they have the same seiyuu (hiroshi kamiya) so i often picture saiki in his shoes. other than that ranpo is so cool??? like he has no ability power whatsoever & he's just plain ass smart af 😵 chuuya? another badass character. dazai—i mean who doesn't like dazai? i was actually surprised to find out that dazai & tsukiyama (tokyo ghoul) has the same seiyuu, his voice is very familiar so finding this out was very surprising. kunikida,, a character we should look up to tbh 🧎 akutagawa, another cool as character & i actually like him more than atsushi 🤐 fitzgerald is arguably my favorite leader.. (i rlly like fukuzawa & mori but fitzgerald hits different..) like dude,, he has money as his ability. thats cool,, & also fitzgerald dilf. and kenji,, he's just a cute as character w a wicked ability 😌

i do have some iffy things/things i really dislike about the series. 1.) dazai attempting to suicide is one of the things i find "iffy" about it. ik he's not glorifying it/encouraging others/viewers to do it but i find it off-putting. though he has turned down the attempts as the story progressed so that's good ig. not really bothered by it that much, i kinda think it adds more character to him? but srsly we shouldn't take suicide as a laughing matter. 2.) the pedophilia. i was really bothered with mori & elise's relationship & throughout the series i continuously convince myself that they have a "father-daughter relationship". but for some reason mori is still a really likeable character & i'm baffled by the fact that i like a pedo character- 😭 3.) lastly the incest or at least the implied incest. i tried.. i really tried to like the two tanizakis but they're just SO weird. it's so... awkward & whenever they're on the scene doing whatever the hell they're doing i just cringe so much. i have a brother (two of them actually) & i'm NEVER this touchy/clingy with them. junichiro has a cool ability - not gonna lie about that but bc of his peculiar r.ship w his sister i just cant.. now, naomi... she literally has no personality whatsoever & a very "distinct trait" about her so far is that she loves her brother. & don't tell me it's just a platonic relationship w them being clingy, in one of the bsd wan episode; when dazai & atsushi were cleaning the lockers, they opened naomi's locker and lo and behold pictures of her brother. just that. again, its like her only trait. & when yosano lost her scalpel & she searched junichiro; naomi was jealous..? Like c'mon.. I don't think I'll ever wrap my head around them & say that i like them,, i just can't. sorry not sorry.

overall, I'd give it 7.5/10 (prob 8 tbh). please don't cancel me or fight me in the comments, this is just my opinion. & if you want to share yours feel free to do! including correcting me; maybe you can help me have a change of mind w the things i don't like ab bsd. or if you want to just gush over them,, go ahead! i really appreciate you for taking your time to read all this garbage i wrote 😅 i hope you have a splendid day!! stay safe n healthy~