Hey! Could you compare the wayv members in their venus signs?
Hi! Thanks for your request❤️! To compare them I tried to highlight the main takeaways (positive and negative) from their Venus signs, while also considering their whole chart. I hope this is what you were expecting!
Wayv Venus Signs
Kun
Venus in Aquarius | 7th House
Wow. We all knew Kun was special, but he really is something else as a romantic partner. He values harmony and trust in his relationships, so he will work to create a balance in which you both are content. Kun is extremely passionate and will express his feelings though acts of service. He will love to go on adventures with his lover and experience new things. Also, you do not need to earn trust or respect from him, he gives you everything up front. The only downside is that it’s only downhill from there. He is usually laid back but if you do anything to question his faith in you, he will never let it go (he has a running list in his head).
He’s definitely a giver - in bed, when giving gifts or affection; he really gives his all. His ideal relationship is harmonious where he works to pleasure his partner and his partner works to pleasure him. In fact, I can see him being a bit idealistic when it comes to romance. Kun usually never reaches the full form of himself as a lover since he holds himself back. I can see him overthinking things and worrying that no one will ever like him as much as he tends to like others or no one will like him for his true self. If he gets the slightest hint that his relationship is not like the his dream scenario he puts up walls until he either gathers the courage to end it or the other person does (it’s normally the latter).
Ten
Venus in Aries
He’s got a wild heart. Ten loves hard and immensely - his affection is definitely not for the cold hearted. Although he may be timid at times and second guess himself, when in love he becomes really confident. He will take the lead and guide his partner through challenging parts of the relationship. Also, Ten is the type to try and impress his partner. He will love to bring you to events in which he can showcase his knowledge and talents or teach you a thing or two. Additionally, he will be hyper fixated on you. Like when you’re speaking he’ll look right into your eyes and hang onto your every word. Ten believes that being attentive and listening is a way to show you that he cares about you. His ideal relationship is like the honeymoon phase. He loves being in love and giving physical affection. The good thing is this isn’t a phase for him; it’s how he always is.
Beware though, sometimes he can be charmingly assertive but other times he can be like a overbearing parent. He cares a lot and can’t help to give you advice about things you can change in your life for the better. Sometimes you will need space, and that’s okay. But, he can get very caught up his relationship with you and lose parts of himself. It may be hard for him to give you space or understand why you need space in the first place. Additionally, although he is confident, he has his moments of insecurity - especially in romantic relationships. Receiving affection from you is how he reassures himself you actually like him. Any rejection will greatly hurt his pride.
Winwin
Venus in Sagittarius
If you were to ask him about romance or his ideal partner, Winwin would say he’s a simple man and doesn’t need much. This is a lie. HIS STANDARDS ARE SO HIGH. I wouldn’t say he’s secretive but he does not give away what is really in his head/heart. He falls in love almost to the point of obsession and that scares him. He is attracted to unique individuals and is so enthralled with their mystery he becomes intimidated and ends up never approaching them. Like anyone, he has his ideal romance (with someone captivating and elusive) but he doesn’t take steps to bring his dreams to fruition. Winwin is very suspicious, especially in the beginning of a relationship. He is looking for any warning sign that it’s not going to work out. I mean, he has great intuition but sometimes he is his own worst enemy and sabotages himself.
Now, onto the good - and there is so much good. He is intense. If you are up to his standards he will treat you like a god/goddess/divine being. Like he is the type of partner who will talk you up to his friends like you aren’t even standing next to him. He never gets embarrassed because he feels no shame in how he feel about you. Also, he will take any opportunity to spend time with you. He’ll invite you to watch a movie with him or drive to the store to pick up groceries - he enjoys your company. I think in bed he will be very slow to open up, but once he does I think he will be the most freaky.
Lucas
Venus in Aquarius
My first thought when looking at Lucas’ chart is that he tends to have a soft spot for the underdog. Like, he would find himself being enamored by someone who is considered a misfit or outsider. So someone with tattoos, piercings, dyed hair etc. will really pique his interest. Also, I can seem him being infatuated with someone with a bit of a bad reputation. Maybe there are rumors about them being promiscuous or something along those lines. He is not one to outcast people, in fact the things that set them apart is what catches his eye in the first place. I think he is looking for the kindred spirit type since he doesn’t always feel like he fits in. Furthermore, Lucas has people pleasing tendencies, and that will show in his relationships. He wants his partner to be happy and will offer them gifts or fun experiences to cheer them up.
Some of the challenges of Lucas in romance is that he is flighty. When he’s been a situation for too long he gets an itch and begins wondering what more is out there. Whether he acts on his urges or not seems more like a maturity thing to me, but at heart he is always wanting more and looking to the next experience. Also he is the type to make big plans and promises but never follow through. He really wants to make them happen, but he forgets 😩. He is probably the type to see nothing wrong while his relationship is crumbling around him.
Xiaojun
Venus in Virgo
Xiaojun knows exactly how to court you and treat you well. He is naturally charming and exudes a great amount of warmth. In a relationship, he will probably be preoccupied with making memories and will photograph every single thing you do so “you can look back and remember the good times”. In that spirit, he is very sentimental and will remember every single anniversary (first kiss, first date, wedding). Also, he is an exceptional gift giver. His love of animals, which we know all too well, will definitely affect his relationships. If his partner doesn’t get along with his pets, that is a serious red flag.
Ok so, he has high standards (he deserves it tho). If he considers something that you do to be crude or against his morals, he will hold on to that and that will eventually become a grudge. And offending Xiaojun is pretty easy. If you constantly run late, even if you have proper excuses, he will get annoyed. He won’t ever tell you though. You need to read his mind to know he’s upset. If you don’t, consider him offended. He tries his best to be understanding but can become cranky easily. In fact, he probably knows he’s being unfair, which is why he keeps it to himself, but the feelings are still there. Also, I feel like arguing with him is nearly impossible. He is constantly telling you nothing is wrong but makes passive aggressive remarks here and there. In my opinion, just let him sulk lol.
Hendery
Venus in Leo
A sugar daddy at heart. He is just very generous and has a “what’s mine is yours” mindset. The best part is that he is very good with managing his finances. Also, he is very generous in bed and with affection. His partners often find themselves spoiled with a never ending source of gifts and pleasure. Additionally, Hendery seems very laid back. It’s difficult to upset him and a relationship with him is very easy and unproblematic. He has many friends and can be very independent from his partner. If they want to spend time together he is all for it but if they need space, he can manage on his own. I’m fact, he likes it when his partner is independent and doing their own thing. He wants his partner to be someone people admire.
Some challenges which I can see is that he can be materialistic. He thinks that solving issues in relationships can be resolved with buying his partners gifts. Also, he is the type to fall in love with his eyes first. He judges people based on their appearance and makes his first move based on whether he finds them beautiful. Another possible challenge is that he moves on his own time. He is often late or takes his sweet time, even if you are waiting for him. Hendery does not like schedules or routines. If you were to criticize him or offer up advice for being more punctual, he would actually get annoyed.
Yangyang
Venus in Scorpio
He is very down to earth. Yangyang is true to his word and very honest with his partner, in respect to fidelity. His loyalty is his greatest strength, in my opinion. Especially in romance, he is hardworking, determined, and focused. He may seem outwardly social and outgoing, but he is very introspective and, sometime, secretive to acquaintances and friends. I can see Yangyang as someone who compartmentalizes people. For instance, he may have friends whom which he parties with, then he has school/work friends, and then he has close friends. His partner will probably be in a category of their own - and he treats each type of friend differently. He doesn’t like to show all of himself to just anyone and wants to be with someone who he trusts to accept him the way he is. Perhaps one of the most interesting things about Yangyang, is that he has layers. Even if he loves and trusts someone, there is always more to unpack. He probably won’t show all of himself to anyone because he’ll think they’ll consider him a psychopath.
As a lover he is very sensual and passionate. He quickly learns his partners needs and know just how to fulfill their desires. If he commits to someone he’s in it for the long run and will plan for the future with his partner in mind. I can also see him as the type who would want to intertwine his life with his partner. Like, he would want for their families to be very close and for you to share a friend group. This cohesiveness makes things easier for him and he feel closer to his partner. He is not always outwardly affectionate but you will never feel neglected.
hiii first of all tysm for all the support I've been receiving!! I've only had this account for a few days and I'm already so overwhelmed with all the kindness y'all have been showing me!! this is inspired by all the tiktoks on my fyp where girls call their bf pretty. very very slight suggestive theme in jaemin's
MARK*°࿐
my man FREEZES
his eyes get so wide too
he's just really flustered and has no idea how to respond
It takes him a good minute to finally say something back to you
"I- uh .. I'm what?"
"you're pretty :D !! .. do you not like being called that??"
mark just shrugs and awkwardly scratches the back of his head
"I mean I think I'm good looking or handsome but not pretty"
you assume based on his reaction that he doesn't like it. you're a little bummed cause like ... he's v v pretty <\3
ultimately though you'd never wanna make him uncomfortable
so
anyways
like 4 hours go by and you've pretty much entirely forgotten about the whole incident
but mark certainly hasn't
he's never been called pretty before and he can't stop thinking about it
you're cuddling and out of nowhere he asks, "do you really think I'm pretty"
now YOU'RE surprised
cause ???? you weren't expecting that
but you just smile and nod
"of course I do, I think you're very pretty"
mark likes to act like he's too cool for names like pretty boy. but he secretly love it
probably brags about it to johnny later lmaooo
RENJUN*°࿐
WON'T STOP SMILING
I REPEAT:
WILL. NOT. STOP. SMILING!!!!!!
he loves it. he love being your pretty boy
he'll start blushing like crazy and hides his face in your shoulder
"you really think so?"
YES BABY I DO!!!!! <33
it makes his day when you call him pretty
no matter how bad of a day he's having or how insecure he's feeling, he will always smile when you call him pretty
and it's all because he knows that you really really mean it
it's just the way you say it. he knows you're not lying
It reminds him of how much he's loved
and in return, how much he loves you
JENO*°࿐
"ah well then I guess I've been spending so much time with you that all your good looks are starting to wear off on me"
SIR
JUST LET ME COMPLIMENT YOU
literally you cannot give him a compliment without him somehow turning it back around on you
I feel like he's pretty neutral about the name
ofc he likes it but he doesn't go crazy for it
y'know?
howeveR
If a good amount of time passes without you calling him it
he'll start calling himself pretty just to bait you into saying it ... cause he misses being your pretty boy <3
he'll be like "yeah ik I look good in this shirt. I mean I'm the prettiest boy in the world, remember?
or
"haechan's arguing with me he keeps saying he's the prettiest in our group, please help cause we both know I'm prettier"
HAECHAN*°࿐
okay so
I feel like he calls himself pretty a lot
and will ask you to rate how pretty he looks on a scale from 1-10 and stuff like that
but the first time you call him your pretty boy completely unprompted
he's honestly so taken aback
he can't even get all cocky cause he's too flustered <\3
it's so devastating to him cause he wants to make a joke and be dramatic but he's too busy trying to hide his blush
no matter how energetic he gets
calling him pretty boy is his weakness!!!
It immediately makes him pause
and always makes him blush <3
he loves being your pretty boy . so much
JAEMIN*°࿐
literally just smirks and goes "yeah I know"
😐😐 jaemin. I will strangle you (with love tho)
your plan backfires so hard
cause he ends up referring to himself as your pretty boy cause he knows it makes you flustered
you just wanted to make HIM embarrassed, not the other way around
also uses it to get attention from you
If he wants extra cuddles
or wants you to play with his hair
or a blowjob
he'll text you something along the lines of "hey guess what! your pretty boy totally killed it on music bank today :)"
it always works
CHENLE*°࿐
similar to mark, he gets really quiet
just stares at you for a few seconds
"I'm what?
he's been called pretty by his fans before
but there's something about the way you say it that really catches him off guard
so you say it again and his whole face goes soft
has the goofiest smile and the biggest heart eyes
"ah, thank you"
he really like it, it makes him feel special
(and pretty, obviously)
because of how special it makes him feel it's not something that he wants to be called all the time
cause he doesn't want it to lose its meaning
of course he loves being doted on and complimented on his looks
but pretty boy is reserved for the tenderest of cuddles and the softest of date nights
JISUNG*°࿐
MALFUNCTIONS
POOR THING
HAS NO IDEA HOW TO REACT
he's a whole mess™
he's stuttering and won't make eye contact with you and his whole face is turning bright red
It makes him so embarrassed
(in a good way though!!!!!)
the name makes his insides turn to mush
he absolutely adores it so don't you dare stop calling him pretty 🔫 or it's on sight istg
It makes you melt too
cause you call him pretty and he had the biggest heart eyes and shdbjshsbskhsbs
the name also makes him super soft and clingy
call him pretty boy and he's not letting go of you for hours
I feel like he's usually not the biggest fan of most petnames but he loves pretty boy <3
Thankfully the next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. Most people ignored me, which was fine, as long as Lia was hanging out with me I was fine. She was the only person who's opinion mattered to me. Unfortunately we didn't have many classes together, I learned that she is by far smarter than me. But in our free period and at lunch we make sure to get together, going to school is a hell of a lot easier when you have a friend. Also, Doyoung and I get along quite well now, he's less cold with me than he was the first week. In fact, even at home we hang out occasionally, he tells the other boys it's to study, but if you peeked in my room you'd catch us watching some new drama on television.
Finally, it felt like I was assimilating into this life.
I pulled my locker door open and that caused a dose of reality to hit me in the face. Garbage. Literally, the contents of one of the trash bins filled my locker, all coming crashing down on top of me, landing in a pile around my feet. Banana peels, and even a maxi pad landing on my brand new shoes. I felt my lips twitch. I swallowed thickly reaching up to retrieve my textbook, before closing my locker, using my acting skills to seem like none of this was happening. "That looks better," Yuna said looking me over, the smirk on her lips let me know she was behind this "I mean you're trash, so I just told the students to throw their things away there." I stepped towards her and surprised her by wrapping my arms around her, making sure any stains that was on my clothes mirrored on hers.
She shrieked and shove me off her "What the hell do you think you're doing, this is cashmere," she shouted looking down at her clothes, "Just hugging a good friend," I replied before pushing passed her. I could hear her cursing my name behind me. Lia was quick to catch up with me and drag me into the nearest bathroom "What the hell is her problem?" I asked stripping off my garage sale shirt and tossing it into the nearby trash bin. "I think she's jealous of you, you know living with the literal it boys of our school," she said pulling a shirt out of her backpack. Thankfully, Friday's at our school are causal days where we are free to wear whatever we want, however, causal slips passed most of these preppy brats minds as Lia gives me a hundreds of dollar blouses she had crumpled up in her bag.
I slip it on muttering a thanks before turning towards the mirror to check how I looked. Thankfully nothing else was wrong with my appearance but there was a stench. Rotten bananas and moldy cheese. Lia pulled a perfume out of her bag and started spraying me down, "I think I would literally blow up this school without you," I said and she smiled "Good thing I'm here then," she replied. Once I was feeling better, Lia and I left the bathroom and wondered the halls until the first bell rang. I said goodbye to her before going into my chemistry class, sitting down next to Doyoung. "I'm surprised you don't stink," he said clearing stating that he saw what happened and did nothing to stop it "Unlike you," I teased before sticking out y tongue at him.
The teacher called out attention and begun classes. I was hoping that the nasty pranks were over for the day. I could take the mean remarks and the rude glares, but the pranks is where I draw the line. I mean you can ignore people saying things and looking your way but you can't just ignore it when they are dumping garbage on you. Luckily, there was nothing eventful after this morning, and I was able to get to lunch and sit with Lia in corner of the lunch room basically out of sight. The whole lunch room goes silent when the Lee boys walk in, and they stride over to the table where the rest of the boys on the football team sit. Slowly everyone picks up talking again, and I roll my eyes at how dramatic this school could be.
I look back at Lia to see she had googly eyes on "Do not tell me you're crushing on a Lee," I said with mild disgust, and her cheeks flush "n-no no why would I?" she stuttered waving a hand as if she could physically move the conversation on. "Which one?" I asked not buying her lies and she chewed on her lower lip "Is it Yuta because-" "No, not that jerk," she replied instantly, and let out a deep sigh "I just think... Doyoung is... kinda hot," she said looking down at her tray, pushing peas around, as if she was waiting for me to scold her. "I don't see it," I start looking over my shoulder at him, "But gun to my head I'd say he's my favorite," I answered her honestly. She seemed to cheer up at my reply "Just be careful, I see those boys with a new girl every week," I said thinking back to the many times I saw those boys sneaking girls out of the house.
"It's just a silly crush," she said and I nodded along even though I didn't believe her, but I wasn't going to push her further. "Can we talk about the fact that Yuna is still wearing her stained shirt?" I asked with a slight smirk and she giggled "I guess she didn't come prepared for the war she brought on," she said smuggily. Yuna and Lia were so different it didn't even occur to me that they were sisters until I saw them arrive to school together. She seems to relish in her sister's misfortune, always saying that the girl was digging her own grave and she wanted no part in it. At first I didn't believe her, but she has proven over and over to me that she really did want nothing to do with her sister's tyranny.
The bell rang and classes continued as usual, I was just getting a lot more trash slut then usual. I planned on going home right away after, but Mr. Lee talked with the dance instructor on campus to see if I could try out for the team. They were halfway through season so I banked on them saying no, but Mr. Lee has a way with words, or perhaps with his checkbook. The instructor told me that she had one of the girls leave a uniform for me in the locker room. So after class, I went into the locker room to find a pink box on one of the benches. Seeing as it was out of place I assumed it was for me. I tossed my backpack into one of the nearby lockers before going back and opening the box. Moving the tissue to the side I found nothing but a thong and a scandalous bra. On top was a note saying how this was more fitting for the kind of dancer I was.
Angry tears well in my eyes. I was basically ripping off my clothes and pulling on the little outfit those girls had picked out for me. It was far more coverage than I was used to at the clubs. I wasn't going to let them win. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail before heading towards the gym. The dance studio was reserved for the instructor and I, so I could try out, meaning the girls were kicked out to the gym, were the football team also works out. I strut passed the boys with the confidence I don't feel, ignoring the perverted eyes and whistles that follow behind me. The girls on the team seem surprised to see that I actually walked out in the outfit they gave me, but all of them knew they were not confident enough to do the same.
When my eyes landed on Yuna walked straight up to her. I curled my fingers into my palm, and rested my thumb over them and as soon as she turned around to face me, my fist met her cheek, just below her eye. Her hand shot to her face as she stumbled backwards "You bitch," she said before throwing herself at me, which was a wrong move in my opinion. I used her momentum against her and threw her over my leg, getting her to land flat on her ass. Once she was down I climbed on top of her, throwing fist after fist at her. "CAT FIGHT!" One of the dudes from the football team shouted getting everyone to rush over. Yuna managed to block my attacks with her arms and elbows, but I knew this was a race of endurance. Either I would get tired of punching or she would get tired of blocking.
It only took a couple of minutes and her trying to buck me off before she became tired, her block getting sloppy. I never felt so blood thirsty in my life. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied unless she bled, so I continued to hit her. Even when my vision starred blurring, those damn tears were trying their hardest too. I felt strong arms wrap around my middle and lift me off of her, despite how much of a fight I put on, he was still able to pull me away. "Let me at her Yuta!" Yuna snarled rising to her feet, "It's over," Doyoung said standing between the two of us, Yuta still holding me around my stomach, as if I was a reactive dog. "Bull shit she bruised my face," Yuna said pointing towards her very red cheek, "It's not a fair fight if I hold her so you can hit her... Do you really want me to let her go?" Yuta asked, his questioned vibrating down my back, making me realize just how exposed I was to him and everyone else.
Yuna pouted "W-whatever, but she's joining this dance team over my dead bod," Yuna said before turning back towards the other girls. Everyone slowly made their way back to whatever they were doing, several boys taking their sweet time, letting their eyes linger over me. "You calm?" Yuta whispered into the side of my head and I bit my teeth between my lips but nodded nonetheless. He released his vice grip on me and I shivered from the cold, his body heat no longer warming me up. He pulled his shirt over his head and then held it out to me "You look like a slut," he muttered but I could see the blush on his cheeks as his eyes were directed away from me. I take his black tee shirt and slip it over my head. The scent of him invading every one of my senses, the shirt still warm from when he had worn it.
"Go home," Doyoung said placing a hand on my shoulder, he offered me an apologetic smile and that's when I felt one of the tears trickle down my cheek. I wiped it with the back of my hand before rushing to the locker room, running passed all the football player who were cat calling me. I pulled on my jeans and found my backpack before making my way out of the building. Mr. Lee had his driver waiting for me and I was never more thankful to see a sketchy car ever in my life. I climbed into the passenger seat silently, and the driver said nothing while putting the car into drive. Even though I felt bad that the people Mr. Lee hires feel like they can't speak to us, I was thankful he wasn't asking any questions. It gave me enough time to cool down and think of what I would tell Mr. Lee about what happened. Obviously it won't be the truth, but it had to be believable.
"Thanks for the ride," I said opening the door as soon as the car came to a stop in front of the mansion. I climbed the huge stairs and opened the large door letting myself inside. Mr. Lee was leaving the kitchen with coffee in his hand and he did not seem impressed "The dance instructor said you never showed," he said, his voice wasn't angry, but disappointed. "I-I had a hard time finding the locker rooms, and then I couldn't find the uniform," I lied, heat rushing to my cheeks "I was embarrassed for being late, so I just came home," I added, which was entirely the truth, today had been embarrassing. It must have shown on my face how much it got to me because Mr. Lee's demeanor changed "I suppose you're still trying to get used to a new school. We can always try again later," he replied.
I nodded while slinking over to the stairs "My oldest is coming home tonight, we're having a family dinner," he told me while walking towards the hall that leaves to the west wing "Alright." the two of us went our different ways. I went straight towards my room, shutting the door and locking it, because theses boys don't know how to knock, before hopping into the shower. I took a long hot shower because it was the only time I felt like I could get any kind of peace. Afterwards I change into a large tee shirt with bike shorts underneath, something comfortable while I sat at my desk and did homework. I knew the rest of the boys got home from football practice because it sounds like a herd of cattle are charging through the front doors.
Shortly after Mr. Lee called me to come down as his oldest had just arrived. I rush out of my room, curiosity burning inside me to see the oldest of the Lee boys. I walked onto the balcony in the foyer, looking down at Mr. Lee and his son. The oldest Lee boy was a carbon copy of his father, the same sharp features, with those almost too large eyes that make him look like a cartoon character. He was also tall and lean, not as muscular as the rest of the boys who ran around this house "This is our new guest," Mr. Lee said motioning towards me "hello," I said awkwardly as I walked down the stairs, "Y/n, this is my oldest Taeyong," he said placing a hand on his son's shoulder.
Taeyong had gentle eyes, and he wiped his hand on his jeans before holding a hand out towards me. I took it in mine, giving it a slight shake "I hope my brother's didn't give you too much grief," he said as we released hands. I didn't have the heart to tell him that they've done nothing but give me hell, something about him just seemed like he was fragile. "Let's eat, I'm sure the other boys are devouring everything," Mr. Lee said ushering the two of us towards the kitchen. "How old are you?" I asked, in my mind Yuta seemed older than him, but that could be due to how differently they carry themselves "Same age as Yuta, I was just born in the summer and he was born in fall," he replied. "I'm just a year younger, same age at Doyoung," I told him although he didn't ask as we passed through the kitchen he left our side to talk to the chefs.
I watched curiously as he joined in as if he was one of the staff "Taeyong's mother loved cooking, and he loved cooking with her. He likes to do it, I think it reminds him of her," Mr. Lee explained as the two of us walked into the dining room, where the rest of the boys were chatting and eating salad. I sat down in my usual spot next to Doyoung "Taeyong looks so much like your dad," I whispered and he nodded "Well, he's his only biological son," Doyoung replied nonchalantly. "Then how did he end up with so many of you?" I asked and he took a drink "Dad says it's Yuta's fault. His mom was best friend's with mom, she died giving childbirth and there was no was mom was going to let the son of her best friend go into the system. They adopted him." I looked over at Yuta, the boy who acts like he owns the place "Mom worked for social services. Each time a single mother died giving childbirth, she took them in. And tragically we were all brought together."
I could only imagine the heart their mother must have had. She must've been kind. From how Doyoung talks about her it seemed like she wouldn't be someone who would just up and leave her children. It basically confirmed for me that she probably had died. Taeyong walked in carrying a huge platter "I've been working to perfect it," he explained setting it down and pulling the lid off, underneath it was a giant stew of some kind, a seafood soup with crab. I saw Yuta's lips slip into a slight smile and my stomach fluttered. There was something healing about it. He stood up bringing his bowl near the soup, being the first to get some "Smells just like mom's Ty," he said and Taeyong looked proud as if there wasn't a higher complement he could've gotten.
We all got our own servings and the aroma in the air let you know that this soup was absolutely delicious. I had to purposely force myself not to gasp at how the flavors tasted going over my tongue. Around the table I could see was smiles, each one of the Lee's must have felt the nostalgia. Everyone was happily chatting about memories of their mother, how she always made the soup for special occasions. It felt like a real home for the first time. Which got me thinking, Taeyong must be the glue, because as soon as he stepped foot through the door everything changed. Maybe that's his mother in him.
Our little party moved to the living room. The boys all sprawled across the couches, asking Taeyong how studying abroad has been going, listening to him very attentively. I stood off to the side, trying to stay out of the way as much as possible. I felt like I was intruding. "Would you like to hear about your father?" Mr. Lee asked, and although his wife interested me a whole lot more, I figured talking about my father hurt less. "Sure," I answered and the two of us left the boys alone in the living room and entered his much too large study. I nervously sat down in one of those cushy chairs, I never really thought about my father, except as the asshole you knocked up my seventeen year old mother, sperm donor is what she called him. "He was a good man, and if he had known about you... He would've loved you." Mr. Lee's words brought tears to my eyes, I always told myself that even if my father found out about me he wouldn't have wanted me.
"We met in the military. We went into the aviation. Your dad loved flying, he liked testing our planes over creating them-" "Creating them?" I asked cutting him off, and a smirk came to his lips "We design the airplanes, not build them," he said as if that would humble him. No wonder they live in this palace. I couldn't help but wonder what my father's place would've looked like. "He seemed more at ease when he was up in the air, I think it was because there was nothing tying him to the ground." He walked over to his mini bar, pouring himself some fancy drink, it looked like scotch "I'm trying to make your father sound like a saint, but he wasn't. I can't tell you how many times I've had to drag his drunk ass out of bars and clubs," he said sitting down in another plush chair.
"I'm sure your wife loved that," I said before thinking, clear pain crosses his face "I-I'm sorry, I was just making an untasteful joke," I said backpedaling almost instantly, terrified that this whole new world was going to come crashing down because of an unfiltered thought. "I thought that talking to you she wouldn't get brought up, but there's no avoiding her," he said with a chuckle "My late wife died of an overdose a couple of months back. She was the ringleader of all these boys. I don't think they have healed from that quite yet. Certainly not Taeyong, he can't even be here for more than a few days before having a breakdown. He found her." I felt my heart ache for them, no wonder they've been acting out "I haven't been around either, so it's obvious why these kids don't listen to me," he said rubbing his forehead.
"I'm sorry," I told him truthfully and he cringes at it "What has my life come to? Getting comforted by a teenage girl," he chuckled removing his hands from his face to take a long drink of his scotch, finishing every last drop. "Go on, do whatever girls do at night," he said before waving me off, and I quickly rose to my feet and rushed out of his study, which apparently I shouldn't have because every single eye from the brothers were locked on me. "What was going on in there?" Yuta asked quirking an eyebrow "Nothing, just talking about my dad," I answered before slowly walking to the foyer to climb those stairs to my room. "Then why were you rushing out of there?" he asked, the only one still watching me "Maybe because I don't care about my sperm donor and I don't care to hear your father kiss his ass."
I didn't wait for him to follow up on that, literally running to my room and slamming the door shut. I groaned before throwing my hands up in frustration. These people were basically as messed up as I was, if not worse. I decided to finish up whatever homework I had left, just to distract me from all the noise in my head. My father, their mother, my mother, how it's all messed up. Thankfully, I managed to shut everything out and finish all the homework that would be due the following Monday. The angry whispers were what stopped me from climbing under the covers and falling asleep. I walked over to my closed door quietly and pressed my ear to the door. "You can't go alone." It was Taeyong, I figured because I didn't quite recognize his voice "I haven't lost a single fight since you been gone." Yuta.
"What about the one time you get knocked on your ass? Who's going to drag you out?" Taeyong sounded angry, and then there was a long silence, I could only imagine the stare down. "My car, ten minutes," Yuta said and the I heard receding footsteps, and I carefully opened the door to peek out. I could see neither of them down the narrow hallway, and I took the opportunity to sneak out and down the stairs. Wherever they're going, I was going, and since I didn't have a car it meant the only other way of going with them, was physically with them. With years of sneaking out of shitty creaking houses under my belt, I was able to slip out the front doors without a single noise. I walked over to the garage and looked carefully between the identical cars. I figured they'd either take Yuta or Taeyong's car, so I just hoped I chose the right one to climb into the back seat of.
I heard voices and quickly dove into the back of the nearest one. When both doors opened and the car light turned on I was sure that the two of them would see me laying on the floor in the backseat. "Why did you bring a first aid kit?" Yuta asked and Taeyong chucked it on the seat above me "I doubt you have one in your car," Taeyong replied getting Yuta to chuckle "You're such a mom," he teased the older. The car lights turned off and I finally released the breath I was holding. The car hummed to life and the next thing I knew we were on the road "Dad know you're fighting again?" Taeyong asked and Yuta scoffed "Like dad knows shit about any of us," mumbled back. "I know you're angry and hurting, but dad is too. He lost his wife."
The rest of the trip is silent. They park the car and get out without a second thought. Once I could no longer hear their footsteps I got out of the car. I saw them climbing over a fence into what looked like a shipyard. I walked over after I could no longer make out their bodies and climbed the fence myself. I remind myself that this is beyond stupid, chasing two rich kids into a dark shipyard, but my feet carry me after them anyways. I could hear voices so I made sure to duck behind a container like a spy from a movie. That's when I noticed a makeshift circle in the center of the empty space at the end of a few shipping crates.
Besides Taeyong I couldn't recognize any other faces in the crowd. Yuta stepped inside the makeshift circle, stripped down to a pair of jeans. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet like he was one of those pro-boxers. I then noticed another guy walk into the circle and it all made sense. Fight club. Rich young boys, coming out in the middle of the night to beat the shit out of each other with no other witnesses. "I hope you know that if you can see us, we can see you," the voice from behind me makes me jump but when I turn to meet Taeyong's face I sigh in relief "I wanted to know where you two were going..." I didn't know how to explain myself but Taeyong didn't seem to care. He grabs my wrist and pulled me towards the circle so I could get a better view "I suppose since your the cause of this you might as well watch," he said cryptically as if that made any sense.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta spits as soon as he sees me, and I resist every instict that tells me to hide behind Taeyong "Lil sis was curious where we were going is all," Taeyong answered for me, Yuta didn't have time to argue as his opponent was eager to fight and Yuta does not hesitate coming after him. It's nothing like you see on the TV, no dancing around to size each other up, talking shit to piss the other one off. Yuta goes fist flying and for a solid five minutes they go back and forth exchanging blows. Yuta's lip split and the guy was going to have quite the crooked nose. I knew Mr. Lee said he was having a hard time handling the boys, but did he know they were out doing this?
Coming out here to exchange blow after blow, just to momentarily rid emotions that bind them. It was even more embarrassing for me because my heart was beating so fast and my hands felt so sweaty I decided to wrap them around myself. I couldn't take my eyes off Yuta. His muscles gleaming under the streetlight. It stirred weird prime instincts that I didn't know what to do with. It was hot. My entire body was burning. Yuta strikes the final blow, and his opponent falls to the ground with a large thud. I was slightly worried that when Yuta turned around he as going to be summoning me into the ring next, but instead he grabbed my arm and hauled me back to the car.
Taeyong allowed me to have the passenger seat because he seems to be the only Lee that has a decent bone in his body. "Why'd you come?" Yuta asked again clearly annoyed, "You wanted to get more dirt on us or something?" he added with a growl "I just wanted to know what got your panties in a twist," I snapped back getting Taeyong to chuckle in the back. "You're making things difficult for us," he grumbled and I let my head fall back against the seat, my eyes rolling to outer space. "Oh, sorry did someone ask you an awkward question about my past? Imagine having garbage fall in your face and then wear a trashy outfit in front of the football team." he had to bite back a grin and I swear I see red. All the frustration and hurt comes flying out of me. I couldn't hold it together anymore. I move to my knees despite Taeyong telling me to be careful and sit down, and reached over hitting Yuta on the top of his head.
"Fuck!" he cursed reaching up to hold his head "What's that for?" but I was blinded by fury "F-for being an asshole!" I hit him again, but before I could do a third strike, Taeyong was forcing me to sit down from the back seat "You'll make us crash," Taeyong said in a calming voice. "I'm tired of you and your insults and your stupid fucking friends," I huffed. "Why did you take money from dad?" Taeyong asked which I had not been expecting from him and I sighed "He offered me a future, and I'd be the stupidest person on the planet not to take him up on that. If that makes me a money grubber or a gold digger, then fine, I might be." both of them are quiet for a moment "So you admit you have no shame?" Yuta asked almost making me lose it again, but my body falls to the seat defeated.
"No, I guess I don't," I answered honestly, the accusation stings, partly because it's true, but it also feels unfair. "Shame and morals are for people who don't have to worry about the little things. Like how much food a dollar can get you or how to afford medical bills, or running drugs. Shame is a luxury." I look out the window "You don't corner the market on grief. You're not the only one who lost their mother. Poor Yuta, he's turned into an asshole because he lost his mommy." I mocked, "Shut up," Yuta snapped, his jaw tight, "No, you shut up!" "BOTH YOU SHUT UP!" Taeyong's booming voice came from the backseat. I felt afraid to speak, mostly because Yuta didn't say another word, so if he was scared of Taeyong, so was I. I felt like laughing at how stupid it all was, but I also felt like crying.
I bend over and put my head on my knees, hoping from this angle Yuta couldn't see that he had gotten to me once again. "Stop crying," Yuta muttered "Stop telling me what to do," I cried and finally that shuts him up for good. I manage to get a hold of myself by the time we pass the gate into the driveway. I couldn't believe I admitted to not one but two Lee brother's that I had no shame. I knew that wasn't true because I am completely mortified. Strutting through the halls in a stripper outfit, crying for the last five minutes like a baby. "You done?" Yuta asked as he cut the engine "Screw you," I said before flinging the door open. I barrel out of there as if the seat was on fire and slam the car door hard enough to rattle the whole vehicle.
Taeyong was the next to get out, his a lot less dramatic than mine. "I don't know what he wants from me," I whispered in a voice that sounded far more broken than I wanted it too. Taeyong puts his arm around me and leads me towards the house, leaving Yuta sitting in the car "I think that makes two of you." I was too tired to even try to unravel what Taeyong might be telling me. I say goodnight to him at the bottom of the stairs before heading up to my bedroom. I was embarrassed by having another mental breakdown in front of Yuta. He just has a ay of pulling strong emotions out of me. And honestly, what other teenage girl wouldn't be losing their mind if they were in my shoes.
My mother died. I had been on my own for the last two years, just trying to get by and then some random ass man who claims to know my father shows up, pulls me from everything I ever knew, gives me a new life, but the catch is that all his sons are going to hate me. It was mentally exhausting. So, I deserved a few breakdowns, I'd have to be a psychopath to be able to keep it all together. I go into the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth and I hardly make it to my bed before passing out. I sleep in quite late the next day, and hardly leave my room. I was trying to give myself a Lee detox but it was quite difficult when Doyoung and the younger ones barge into my room on Sunday to watch football.
"I don't get why this has to happen in my room," I grumbled to Doyoung who was laying on my bed with me "Dad got you the nicest TV and I like laying down while watch TV," he replied as if it were obvious. "Won't Yuta be mad you're all with me right now?" I asked and Haechan looked over his shoulder at me "He doesn't control us," he informed me sassily, "He's also out with Taeyong today," Mark added getting the younger to flush, embarrassed his brother ratted him out. "We also don't hate you," Mark said and I tried to act as if I didn't care but it made my heart feel a little lighter to know that not everyone in this house was against me being here.
I let the boys watch their game in my room because it was nice to have company. I come to realize that the youngest two were basically a two man sitcom. Doyoung thinks they are annoying but there's always a fond smile on his lips when he tells them so. I had a fun time with the boys and once the game was over they all left. I never realized how huge this room was until I was left all alone inside it. I was feeling good when I went to bed that night, but it was short lived when I walked into school, Yuna muttering bitch as I walked by, her eyes a nice greenish bluish color and the word slut written on my locker. I just can't win with these people.
I opened my locker unphased, I mean this was like some Disney level shit of taunting, and I could deal with it. I felt a presence on the other side of my locker door, and the only people who speak to me in this building are Lia and the Lees so I was prepared for either as I shut the door. Only it was some guy from the basketball team "Hey," I said suspiciously and he chuckled "Why are you eyeing me up like a criminal?" he asked placing a hand on his chest in fiend hurt. He was handsome, but what guy in this school wasn't? They were all well-groomed around here, much different from public school. "I haven' had the nicest of welcomings here," I said making eyes with Yuna and then looking towards my so called brothers, "Well, all things considered your pretty bad ass." I couldn't help but smile at the nice comment, it was refreshing "Thank you."
He smirked "What do you say we go out?" he questioned and I was shocked that he so boldly asked me out in front of everyone, especially since everyone labeled me as a slut. "W-why all the sudden?" I asked trying to not looked rattled "Well, you're hot as hell and off limits kind of gets me going," he replied. Even though it was a nice change of pace, there was a seed of doubt in the back of my mind "I'll think about it." he gave me a pout "Don't leave me hanging, at least promise me a dance at the party Friday," he said getting me to giggle "I don't even know your name," I told him, "Davin Gold," he said before taking my hand to kiss the back of it, "I suppose I don't need an introduction," I teased and he nodded "Promise a dance?" he was pushy but it was better than the cold shoulder "I wouldn't hold your breath."
I couldn't put the smile off my face as I headed towards my chemistry class. Things started to feel normal. I went to my first hour class and rushed to sit next to Doyoung, "You look quite chipper," he commented, boredly watching me unpack my bag. "What do you think of Davin Gold?" I asked him and he sighed "He's a basketball player right? I don't hear anything bad about him, at least from guys," he answered but clearly he was over this conversation. "You boys give me the all clear or something?" I asked and he opened his notebook "or something." was all I heard before the teacher walked in demanding our attention as we had an exam on Friday.
I asked everyone I knew about Davin Gold. Which meant I asked the younger Lee's, and Lia, who was more excited about it then I was. She was happy for me and honestly I was too. Davin was nice. All week he met me at my locker in the morning and even went as far as to sit with me and Lia at lunch. Somehow he was unbothered by the daggers Yuta had been shooting him every time the guy talks to me, but that's just what made me like him even more. Getting under Yuta's skin was just the icing on top. By the end of the week he had worn me down enough that I promised to hang out with him at the party and went to the mall with Lia to buy a new dress.
As soon as I walked in Davin was taking me from the Lee's I rode with, and I was never more thankful. The entire ride was awkward and silent, mostly because Yuta was stewing in the driver's seat beside me. He brought me into a different room where there were drinks, and gave me one that was quite strong but fruity before leading me to the side of the room where there were dart board and pool tables. We started with pool which I had no clue how to play and he used it as an excuse to get close to me, teaching me how to hit the balls with the poles. When I looked across the room I saw Yuta with a girl clung to his side and couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. I had the impression that he was hard to please, but the way his hand travels around her waist says differently
By now I was beginning to feel the alcohol a little bit, but my mind was still mostly intact. "Here you go," Davin said handing me the black darts "Ladies first," he said motioning to the board. I throw the first one and hit the board way off base and then I felt a prick in my arm. "What was that?" I asked slapping my hand over whatever had gotten me "Mosquito?" he asked looking around for the little creature "I don't remember them biting so hard," I said getting him to chuckle "maybe you just got weaker," he teased before tossing his dart at the board, nearly striking the middle. I force myself to relax and enjoy the game. My aim is terrible, I literally only managed to get one dart actually on the board.
We do another match and I do even worse. My mouth felt tingly, not like when you are about to throw up, but more of like you accidently swallowed some lip pumping lip gloss. I step towards the little table where our water bottles are and I feel off balanced, my hand crashing into the water bottle, knocking it onto the floor. "Oh shit, sorry," I said getting a few nearby people to laugh. I go to the floor and try to pick it up but all I could think about was how itchy the dress I wore tonight was and how badly I wanted to get it off. I stand up feeling light headed "I should go," I told Davin pressing a hand to my forehead. I felt like my mind was slowly slipping from me ad there was no way I could catch it.
Davin tugged me towards him and I fall onto his chest, his arms wrapping around my bod. "Where's Yuta?" I asked turning to look over my shoulder at where I last saw him "I need him." I felt Davin's lips hovering my neck "No you don't, you've got me," he whispered grinding against me. "No!" I jerk out of his grasp, I shakily run a fingers through my hair, my blood pulsing through my veins, so loud and fast I swear I could hear it "I need Yuta." I don't even hear what he said back to me, but I could tell by his tone he wasn't playing nice anymore. Cold and annoyed, much like other assholes I've met. We're in a more secluded part of the house now, and he's trying to pull up my dress which is a lot harder to stop when your coordination is off.
"What's going on here?" the voice gives me hope, another person that could possibly help me out of this situation. "I gave her molly. Stupid bitch thought a mosquito got her." He was delighted with himself, and I tried to swing at him like I did Yuna but my arm felt too heavy. "Are you sure you should be doing that? She's technically a Lee," the other guy whispered and Davin chuckled "As if, the Lee's can't stand her. Besides the whole school thinks she's trash, so who'd they believe when she comes crying wolf?" Davin asked cupping my face. I hated how good his cold hands felt against my burning skin. Although I did wish it was someone else's hands.
He roughly gropes my boobs and I bite back a whimper, "She might be horny too," his friend said almost as if he couldn't believe their luck "Can I have her when you are done?" he asked, Davin couldn't even use words to reply, just nodding his head as his lips trail the base of my neck and shoulder. "You'd think he legs would part easier," the dude said as Davin tried to thrust his knee between mine, "Maybe coke will wake her up?" Davin said, holding me up like a rag doll. At least that's what I felt like, I heard muffled voices "Yuta?" I force myself to rip out of his hands once more "Yuta," I said louder as I stumble to a more visible room. "I need to leave," I mumbled but Davin had my wrist in his hand before I could get too far.
"Yuta!" I shout as loud as I could before they pulled me back into the room with them. Just as the friend was about to close the door to the party, it was pushed open and Yuta stood in the doorway. I could see his eyes enrage as he looked over the three of us. I lunge toward him and by surprise Davin lets me go, so I fall to the ground between them. "What the fuck is going on?" Yuta asked, only then did I notice that he had the rest of his brother's behind him. "She's trashed dude," Davin said laughing "I brought her in here so she wouldn't embarrass herself." It took me a while to catch up "No," I protested trying to get up, but all my limbs were weighted down by bricks and I couldn't find the words to explain myself.
All I could think was how Yuta would hate me more for this. He'll really believe I am a slut. The humiliation grows in my chest, and I'm reduced to silence. I drop my head to the floor and hope that the ground just swallows me whole. "There's two options," Yuta started moving inside so his brothers could get in "You can either apologize ad tell the truth and one of us will beat your ass or lie and we'll take turns. Choose." his voice as calm and collected, as if he was giving a morning announcement at school or something. This sucked. I raise my head to try and convince him I did nothing wrong when I realize none of them were looking at me. I looked over my shoulder at the two guys and they were quite literally shaking in their boots. "Yuta I didn't do-" he doesn't even get to finish what he was saying because Yuta's fist makes direct contact with his nose.
Afterwards, he leans down and lifts me up into his arms. I crumble against his chest, one of his arms supporting my shoulders, the other looped under my thighs. This guy had caused me so much emotional pain, but right now I was clinging to him as if he was the only person in the world that could comfort me. Once in his car I break down in tears "Something is wrong with me," I managed to gasp between sobs. "I know, but it'll be okay," he said placing a hand on my bare thigh but all I could think about was how I wanted him to move his fingers higher. He removes his hand to start backing out and I verbally whine in protest "It felt nice," I whispered hoping he'd take the hint and put it back.
"You're on ecstasy horny right now and I'm not doing anything with you." I pout my lips and reach out towards him "But-" "No." he was firm and slapped my hand away from him. He focuses all is attention on driving, but the prickling sensation of my skin doesn't fade. I rid myself of my dress hoping that would aid in some relief, it helped me cool down for sure. "Jesus, you're killing me here," Yuta muttered from his side of the car, tryin now to avoid looking my way. "Sorry," I replied slightly embarrassed to have just ripped my clothes off with no warning, but he just sighs exhausted. The ride was also killing me. It takes all of my mental energy to stay awake and keep my clothes on.
As soon as he parked the car he is rounding the car and pulling my door open causing me to fall out into his arms. My head is foggy as he carries me into the house, I mean the next thing I knew he was tucking me under my covers. "Don't leave," I said panicked as I watched him move to the end of my bed "I won't. I'm just getting a washcloth," he explained walking into my bathroom. Even though he told me what he was doing, and we were technically still in the same room, I felt weepy. "I don't know why I am crying," I said as he reappears, pressing the cold wash cloth to my forehead "You're drugged as hell." he sounded disgusted and that only made me feel worse "Sorry." He looked worried for a second "No- I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at those assholes, myself, the boys I guess. I brought this on."
"Do you think I'll feel better?" I asked weakly, I felt pathetic for letting those words slip passed my lips, Yuta turned to look at me and I waited for him to poke fun at me "What do you mean?" he asked climbing onto the edge of my bed. I inhale sharply "I'm just so angry all the time." I let the tears leak down my cheeks "There's this knot in my chest... and this whole, deck of cards I've been dealt have just made it worse, but it's always been there." I roll onto my back and start up at my high ceiling "And every day, I feel it getting tighter and stronger. And I feel like it's choking me." I catch a glimpse of him, his face expressionless and I exhale, "Sometimes it just hurts to exist, you know." I close my eyes "I just want to feel like a normal teenager." There was a long pause "I know exactly what you mean," he said getting me to open my eyes and look at him, because I didn't trust my intoxicated self. I thought I was hearing things.
He laid down on my bed next to me "Come here," he said moving one arm behind me. I curled into his side, resting my head on his chest, his fingers comb through my hair. "Just close your eyes and go to sleep." I hook a leg over him, his rough jeans rubbing against my skin but I didn't care. "Promise you won't leave?" I mumbled into cotton shirt. "I promise." I snuggle closer, losing myself in his warmth and the steady metronome of his heart.
Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.
a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic
Minors try not to interact! <3
Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?
There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.
Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)
Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.
But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.
More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.
Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.
You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.
But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.
You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.
A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"
But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.
"Y/n."
You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.
Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.
And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.
"Tomorrow at mine."
It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.
Ironic, huh?
"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.
Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"
"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.
"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.
"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.
"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.
"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.
"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.
Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.
You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.
"Answer me."
"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.
"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"
"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,
"you're what?"
"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.
"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.
"I am.. I am a who-"
The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.
You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.
"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.
Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.
Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.
You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.
The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.
You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.
"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode
Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"
"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.
"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.
"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.
"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,
"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.
"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"
"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.
"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."
You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"
"It's not my fault! You-"
"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.
"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"
"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"
"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.
"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.
In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.
"Say it, Y/n."
"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.
"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"
Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.
"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.
"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.
"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.
"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.
"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.
"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.
"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"
You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.
"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.
"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.
Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.
You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."
You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,
"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.
You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.
Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.
"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.
You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"
"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"
Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.
Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."
Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"
He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.
Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,
"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.
"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.
"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.
"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.
He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.
Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.
You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,
"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.
You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.
You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.
But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,
You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,
"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"
(back to my favorite format!! also, how do I open requests? help lol)
- - - - ——— mark
꒰ messages you all the time!
꒰ I can feel like he would even spam you sometimes-
꒰ hating on time zones 24/7
꒰ because, he wants to talk to you so bad but you are asleep...
꒰ 100% he would stay up late for you, often falling asleep while talking which is super cute
꒰ "soooo... you asleep?"
"it's literally 3am!!!"
"but, you aren't asleep!!!"
"I'm not saying I waited for you but that's exactly what I did..."
꒰ sending little "vlogs" to each other
꒰ thinking about making a couple youtube channel one day
꒰ because let's be honest, we all at least once thought about making one and he thought about it too-
- - - - ——— jaemin
꒰ probably met on Instagram
꒰ he would love all your photos; your main hype man!
꒰ "omggg, so pretty!"
"that's so aesthetic, I can't-"
"are you even real?"
꒰ you would send eachother cute packages for birthdays and other extra occasions
꒰ they would include lots of snacks and plushies
꒰ so you have something to hug! even tho he wishes that you could hug each other... plushies need to be enough for now!
꒰ sending cooking recipes and then cooking the meals on FaceTime (or something else if you, like me, don't have iPhone lol)
꒰ and then eating it together
꒰ even if it didn't end up being that well
꒰ y'all are basically married haha
- - - - ——— renjun
꒰ you would be the one to start a conversation because he's a bit shy
꒰ calling to eachother very often; of course he thinks you look very lovely but your voice- that's what makes him melt
꒰ I can imagine him singing to you
꒰ doing your homework together (if you go to school of course)
꒰ he's a smart boyyy
꒰ playing Animal Crossing together
꒰ because you two are the sweetest bubs
꒰ lots of gifts and messages in the game
꒰ you both like to take 'things slow' but still are super close
- - - - ——— haechan
꒰ you would meet on discord
꒰ y'all would play lots of games together
꒰ probably Minecraft- what can I say, it's a perfect game for dates! (I know what I'm talking about-)
꒰ lots and lots and lots of flowers for you!
꒰ also, many wholesome memes
꒰ he would probably also make some himself!
꒰ lots of heart emoji
꒰ cute lunch dates on discord
꒰ probably matching the food so it would feel even real
- - - - ——— chenle
꒰ chill and funny but also super sweet couple
꒰ just pure goals!
꒰ you probably would share Spotify
꒰ making cute playlists for each other but also trolling with putting meme songs between
꒰ using reaction pics instead of emojis
꒰ you would share a lot of your friends and play games together
꒰ I feel like sometimes he would prank you and pretend that he can't hear you or something like this
꒰ watching Netflix together and suddenly changing into the finest movie critics
꒰ making bets about what'll happen next in the movie/series
- - - - ——— jeno
꒰ going back and forth on twitter
꒰ making lots and lots of plans for the future
꒰ like, meeting eachother and traveling to lots of places
꒰ finding a niche game and trying best to beat eachother at speed running it
꒰ 'I love you but I'm beating your record today'
'Aww... you wish'
꒰ playing made up bingo while watching silly and 'cheap' movies
꒰ 'yes! I got bad green screen clipping!'
꒰ I feel like he would send you his hoodie one day and you would do the same
꒰ so you could feel each others presence at least in a small way like this
- - - - ——— jisung
꒰ DEFINITION OF ADORABLE COUPLE
꒰ 'I miss you' messages even if you guys talked like half an hour ago
꒰ sending selfies with 'xyz check!' ('lunch check!', 'school check!', 'dance training check!')
꒰ sometimes just sitting on FaceTime (or something else) and not even talking
꒰ despite the long distance, you guys like to 'feel' each others presence in this way
꒰ he has you on his wallpaper and you have him too
꒰ or the eye color lockscreen from TikTok (if you don't know - there was a trend to make wallpapers where would be hearts in the color of your so's eyes)
꒰ proud boyfriend, always says great things about you when someone asks about it
