@sukkireads notes: i apologize for the poor writing - will continue this later literally wrote this half asleep when im supposed to be doing work but ong i want his dick so bad
Stick your cock in me please fucking please tears stream down your face as your scalp burned by how hard he tugged your hair back, pulling your head back as his tongue ran down your neck making you whimper and squirm beneath him, humping his clothed dick wetting it with your arousal.
You looked fucking pathetic at how fast he turned you own, half of your clothes scattered on his bedroom floor as you sink into the white mattress, his clothed body hovering above you as you run a hand under his sweat, nail tracing his back pulling him closer down to you, greedily humping up into him.
You’re so fucking impatient he chuckles lifting himself up as you swallow hard, lips falling into a pout with the lack of warmth from him. You felt the cool air dance around your bare body, sending rows of goosebumps while he undoes his belt, painfully slow watching you watch his hands with a groan falling from your lips.
His fingers curled into your hair, forcing you to watch as you watched swallowing the built up spit, practically drooling for his cock sitting disgustingly in your soaked panties.
Just fuck me already you murmer growing impatient wanting to rip his pants off and suck his cock clean before bouncing on it until your insides are painted thick and white with him.
You whine, reaching out to him as he pulls it out, you groan in satisfaction the slight moan sending a shiver down his spine as you lick your lips, instinctly leaning closer wanting to taste him desperately. Lolling your tongue out as you watch his painful erection, the thick vein running underneath reaching his puffy tip leaking all prettily and angry for you to take whole.
He watched as you inched yourself closer, wanting to suck him so fucking bad, looking all fucking dumb for some cock. Tugging your hair, forcing you closer to him as you lick the tip, making him suck in a breath. Your drool dribbled down to his base as you squeezed the remaining area, hair falling in front of your face as you held it back, eating him hungrily as he thrusts into your mouth.
maybe being forced to be an MC for one day wasn't a bad idea.
wc: 758
pairing: idol!tag x idol!reader
a/n: currently in my missing tag era, wdym it’s been 3 weeks since i’ve seen him :,) anyway, enjoy this and give me some ideas for future posts
Being told by my manager that I have to stand-in for Wonhee as an MC, wasn't how I imagined my morning to begin.
Truthfully, I always imagined this being an easy gig, but boy, was I wrong.
Everyone standing around me trying to style my clothes, do my make-up and pick the right hairstyle while I tried to memorise some of my lines. I have to apologise to Wonhee the second I see her, for managing to do this calmly every week.
I think my nerves finally went away after I realised how good the line up for today is.
Scratch that. I'm even more scared now.
Standing now in front of the big camera, trying to calm my knees down.
"You've got this." I've been repeating to myself as if NCT 127 isn't standing right next to me.
Interview with them came to the end quicker than I could imagine. I'm glad I managed to say my two lines. I'm usually not nervous around other idols, but who wouldn't around THE Kim Doyoung.
Watching all the performances in the backstage as I had nothing else to do till the winner announcement. One song in particular stood out to me.
"ONE PACT - 100!" I read to myself as I tried to recollect if I knew someone from there. As the song came to the end, I wrote it down for myself to add it to my playlist later.
Everyone now was piling up in the backstage to get on the stage. I tried to stay close to the other MCs but I lost them right away.
With at least 50 people in one small room, I couldn't help but trip over someone's leg.
Awaiting to hit the wall or the worst case possible, the floor, I was caught by something.
Or more like someone.
"Hi." I said. It was the guy from the group i saw on the TV. ONE PACT was it?
"I mean, thank you for saving me!"
"Ah no worries, are you okay?" Staring right into my soul. Woah, have I ever met those eyes?
"Yes, don't worry, just a lot of people. You know." And just like that, he put away his hands and we all moved onto the stage.
Thankfully, all my lines were projected on the small TV next to the camera. I couldn't take another embarrassment today.
After deserving win for NCT 127, we all left the stage and I couldn't be happier that this is over.
Handing over my equipment, saying goodbye to the MCs and thanking the staff members for being patient with me.
I was now heading over to my dressing room, meeting a few idols taking pictures or doing challenges with each other.
Before I could reach my dressing room, I ran into something.
Or more like someone.
"Oh, hi!" I said now to the familiar face.
"Hi. Actually this is a perfect timing." I looked at him confused.
"I was wondering if you could do a dance challenge with us!"
"Ohh, sure! Was not expecting to dance today" I was about to follow him, but he turned around for a second.
"I'm Tag by the way!"
"Y/n, nice to meet you" and here he comes with those eyes again.
Without a second to recollect, I was now standing with the rest of the guys, who all started to teach me the choreo.
As an idol myself, I was used to this and within minutes I had the choreo memorised.
I thought I would record it with Yedam, who contributed the most in showing me the choreography, but here I was standing next to Tag.
Both awaiting for the music to start.
Just to be sure, we took three takes. But it genuinely felt like 3 hours. Why am I feeling like this?
Rewatching our takes, him being too close to me to even care about what's on the phone.
As I thought this was it, biding our goodbyes and me slowly walking away, a hand stopped me.
"Hi!" I said once again, looking straight into those beautiful eyes.
"Hi"
Well this is awkward. After a few seconds he cleared his throat.
"I don't do this usually, but can i have your eh... number?"
Oh.
"Usually?" I asked more to just tease him.
"Hey" oh his smile "I'm not a playboy, trust!" And here we are, exchanging our numbers, hoping to 'collaborate' in the future.
Maybe being forced to be an MC for one day wasn't a bad idea. I really have to thank Wonhee for being sick this exact week.
Summary: You loved your boyfriend’s new look so you decided to dye your hair to match with him.
Genre: Fluff, established relationship
Warning: None
Notes: I started writing this when he was blonde, lmaooo. He looked too good, he was bias wrecking me sooo hard during that time, now he’s part of my bias line. 😭
“Hi, baby! I’m home.” Jongwoo called as he entered your shared apartment. “Where are you?”
“Hi, my love. In the bathroom!”
You heard his steps getting closer.
“Did you dye your hair?” He asked when he saw you as you had a plastic bag tied around your head.
The blonde haired hugged you. “Yep!”
“Oh, you didn’t tell me.”
“It was kind of an impulsive decision.” You giggled grabbing his broad shoulders.
“And what color did you choose?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Okay.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Let’s eat, I brought take-out.”
You cheered. “I was starving.”
“I figured.” He laughed.
You walked out of the bathroom and strutted towards the dining table. You took a seat while Jongwoo brought the food.
“Thank you, love.” You smiled gratefully at him.
“No problem, sweets.”
You started talking about your day and about your boyfriend’s comeback.
While he talked, all you could do was stare at him. He was always handsome, he’s truly an attractive man but since he dyed his hair blonde he looked so pretty; it enhanced his features.
“Love?” You heard Jongwoo’s voice, snapping you out of your daydream.
“Yeah?”
“Are you listening?”
“No.” You sheepishly answered. “I’m sorryyy, it’s just, you look sooo good with that hair color. It’s distracting.”
“Oh, is it distracting my baby?” He smirked and start tickling your sides.
“Jongwooo, stop.” You plead while laughing, which made him laugh with you.
You squirmed for a few seconds until he stopped, giving you a tender kiss on the cheek. Making you go red.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You finished eating and laid down together on the couch for a while, until an alarm went off.
“Oh, that’s mine. I’ll be right back, love.” You gave him a tender kiss on the lips and got up, walking directly to the bathroom and closing the door.
You removed the plastic bag and your clothes, placing them on the laundry basket. You took a quick shower, brushed your hair and dried it with the blowdryer, admiring your new look.
Satisfied, you exited the room and came back to the living room.
“Woo? Close your eyes.”
“You’re finally showing me?”
“Yep.” You stood in front of the coach.
“You can open them.”
Your boyfriend looked at you with a big smile, he couldn’t stop staring.
“You look gorgeous, baby.” He stood up and hug you by the waist.
“Thank you, love. I wanted to match with you.” Your hair was blonde with blue streaks.
(in which promises are made and never broken ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1345 words : angst + impossible love + childhood friends to lovers : no one reads onepact on here so this is fun, ill have to reread this but I think it like it. I initially wasn't going for a happy ending but it worked out in the end yippee !!
[ meet me at 12. ]
Thinking back on it, you often wondered if you truly did hate your middle school years, if your memories were reliable enough to judge your true feelings at the time. As distant as it felt, the constant pain in your chest that came with the memories never left you.
A perduring reminder of the loneliness that surrounded you during those dark days. You liked to believe that all those dark feelings brought you to him, looking for a place to find refuge you found him. At the time it barely seemed significant, but as days went by the time you would spend in that space under the tunnel would grow, and slowly the strange boy would become your strange friend.
When you had nowhere to run to, nowhere to let out all your tears, you would let your feet lead you to the only place you knew. Knowing he would be there brought you a sense of comfort, even in the silence of his presence when you were still unfamiliar to each other, all you needed was that unspoken promise of his company.
As time passed you could feel your relationship concretizing itself. A box of tissues placed in your space, the spot you always sat, across from him in that spot you shared. Once you thanked him, you realized how curious you had been about him, asking him all sorts of questions, building up your odd connection. With Yeom Taegyun, you felt understood in numerous ways, words you couldn’t express, feelings you couldn’t decipher, they all found their sense in his refuge.
[ i need to see you. ]
Once you found him it suddenly felt like nothing could go wrong again, you had each other for the good times and the bad, so you never felt as low as you did all those years ago, before him. The spot remained the same throughout the years despite your ever-changing lifestyles, you kept that as a timeless spot.
In fact, time would stop at times under that abandoned tunnel, shared moments unspoken of outside of the darkness of your spot. Secrets of lips connecting, feelings unveiling, truths spoken, a deeper love blossomed beyond your control. He had a way of making you feel like your heart was safe in his care, like he had harboured all the love he had in his chest just for you to lose yourself in it. Loving him felt like the most natural thing, knowing that you would love through success and defeat, you never wanted to let go of what you had.
You tried your best to dream and let your hopes take over, but those moments were shared in secret for a reason, nothing ever came easily for you. Despite your similarities, your differences held a stronger weight far beyond your control.
At first it came in quiet warnings whispered into his ears, people surrounding him telling him to distance himself from you knowing it wouldn’t end in your favor, but neither of you took them seriously at the time. Being young, you believed you were the masters of your own faiths, and social class and upbringing were just details.
Soon enough you came to learn you had no power when it came to the things you truly wanted, as you got older he would grow farther from your reach. The fact was you didn’t choose the families you were born into, he went to international instituts while you had to settle with local schools, his future was bright while yours was uncertain. Still he tried to show you that none of it mattered to him, that he would fight to keep what you had.
Sadly, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, his face, stature, attire, it would all remind you of the warning you had heard once upon a time. You couldn’t hold onto the illusion as tightly as you once did.
[ one last time. ]
You distanced yourself from him, the comfort you once found in his presence had become a melancholic feeling. Whenever you had thoughts of him, sensing that emptiness in the space he would usually fill up, it was never hard to find him. Fingers hovering over your keyboard as you tried to find the words, even without typing them out he would find you first.
At the time you loved that he made it so easy, but now you were left with a bottle with words left unsaid. This time he would be leaving for good, and all the moments you had shared would become passing memories. Once again you wanted to ignore the reality of things, act like you would be fine, hope that it wouldn’t pain you as much, but you couldn’t make the same mistakes you did.
When you first heard the news you had to hide your disappointment, it was good news for him, you wanted to be happy for him. You could feel his eyes on you analysing your reaction, you could see in his eyes he was searching for any sign from you, a clear signal screaming “don’t go”, but you couldn’t give it to him.
This time you would be the one to send the text, he knew where to find you and you knew he would come. Knowing it could be the last time you would see each other brought back the awkwardness of your middle school days. Time felt like an absurd concept under that tunnel, standing side by side in complete silence never felt more comforting.
“You’re leaving on Monday right?” You turned over to him filling the quiet space with a soft echo, he nodded with a tight lipped smile, his gaze trailed off following the train tracks that lead out the dark shelter.
“I’ll miss this–”
“You can say you don’t want me to go, you know?” His eyes found yours, he knew he was right, but he also knew you wouldn’t admit it. With a light scoff you turned your gaze away from him, you wanted to try to be reasonable for him, but he could read right through you.
“It’s not that simple.” You couldn’t help but wonder as you forced the words out your throat if that wasn’t just an excuse, if it really wasn’t just as simple as that.
“It is.” His voice brought your eyes back up to his, a soft furrow in your brows as you stared at him searching for your words.
“Let’s not do this. You’re leaving in two days, it will be a good thing for you.” Now it was his eyebrows scrunching in return, a wave of disbelief washing across his face as he let out a short laugh.
“There’s a lot of things that are good for me doesn’t mean I have to do them.” He gave you a soft smile, knowing you couldn’t avoid it as easily. No matter how you looked at it, he had no intentions of not having you in his life.
All the moments you spent away from him telling yourself you weren’t good enough for him, all lead up to this moment, where you had to decide if that was truly what you wanted. His insistent questions, the hopeful glimmer in his eyes, he needed true confirmation that you didn’t actually want this unnecessary space you had built up.
“Besides you’ve been so good to me.” You could feel the slight tingling in your eyes as tears welled up, the feeling of his hand brushing against your cheek as he cupped your face brought a sense of relief. You let your eyes shut close, taking in the warmth of his touch.
“I really don’t want you to go Tae.” Through your tears your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him with an apologetic frown. Saying the words out loud seemed like such a selfish thing before, but now it just felt honest.
“When you say it like that, I couldn’t possibly leave you.”
One Pact x gn! reader (mostly, mentions reader wearing a dress in Seongmin’s part)
One pact confessing to their crush
Wordcount ≈ 1.8k
Warnings: Some self-doubt, insecurities mentioned in Seongmin’s part (not liking how your body looks in some clothes),
Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!
Yoon Jongwoo
Jongwoo tried to play it very cool when he confessed to his crush. He was good friends with you, but throughout the last 3 months, he had tried to be more touchy and do more boyfriend things. All to see your reactions and see if maybe just maybe, his feelings were reciprocated.
He gave you extra long hugs, a lot of lingering touches, kisses on the forehead and your cheeks, and even some on your nose. He gave you more compliments, he drove you pretty much everywhere, and he payed whenever you ordered anything or ate out. Each action brought out reactions from you, shocked looks, small gasps, blushing, and habits such as biting your very kissable lips, and much more.
After 3 months, he decided that it was time to risk everything. He was going to confess. Jongwoo prepared your favorite flowers, your favorite candy, and a cute plushie of your favorite animal. He walked toward your door, knocked on it, and then he waited. When you opened the door, you were shocked to find Jongwoo standing on the other side holding the flowers and everything.
You opened your mouth, about to say something when Jongwoo interrupted you. “Before you say anything, hear me out,” You just nodded in response. “I like you, (Y/n), a lot, like I’m in love with you, and I hope you like me too,” Once he finished his little monologue he gave you a cute smile. You broke out into a smile happily taking the flowers from him. “Of course, I like you too!”
Jay Chang
Jay had asked you to come to watch him do some busking in the streets, you said yes, I mean who would want to miss an opportunity to listen to Jay sing? You loved his voice so it was a no-brainer. He was so happy to see you standing there despite the rain as the autumn weather was catching up with the world. Jay noticed that your jacket wasn’t very thick so between some songs he hurriedly gave you an extra jacket that he had brought, you happily took it and put it over you.
Jay began singing some songs, one that you didn’t recognize, it took a while for you to notice that it was an original song of his because of the fact that it seemed so familiar. He sang about falling in love with his best friend, the more you listened the more you recognized the things he sang about, moments you had spent together. You began thinking that Jay was being serious, that he was in love with you.
As the song came to an end, Jay took hold of the mic, bringing it with him toward you, he stopped right in front of you, singing the last line, “I give you my heart to keep, please be mine” he reached out with his free hand toward you, in it laid a necklace with a beautiful heart charm. Jay looked nervous as he gazed into your eyes, wishing that you’d accept his heart. You took the necklace from him, holding it close to you, nodding your head. The people around you cheered and clapped their hands, happy for the new young couple.
Oh Seongmin
Seongmin did not plan on confessing the day that he did. He had a whole plan and everything, however, he ended up throwing the plan away when he sporadically confessed. The two of you were out shopping like any other day the two of you did some serious shopping where you bought things you needed and also some joke shopping where you picked the ugliest clothes you could find and tried them on. Sharing a laugh at the ridiculous outfits you put together.
“Minnie, I have to buy a new dress for that event next week, help me find a good one?” “Of course,” He smiled brightly as always, leading you into a store that displayed many beautiful dresses, all of which would look amazing on you, he thought. You looked through many dresses, finding some that you wanted to try on. After finding 12 dresses that you liked, the two of you headed over to the fitting rooms. You tried on the first dress, it was beautiful but the fabric wasn’t very nice, it was a bit itchy, so on to the next one it was. And so you continued for a while, no dress felt 100%. You were now at the last one. The fabric was soft and nice, the color complemented your skin wonderfully, when you stepped out of the changing room, Seongmin felt his heart racing, you looked absolutely stunning.
“Woah,” “I know, it doesn’t look good at all, on me I mean, the dress is perfect, but not for me,” “What do you mean? You look stunning, amazing,” “You’re only saying that to be nice,” “No, I’m not, I’m being honest. (Y/n), look at me,” He turned you around, standing behind you, the two of you faced the big mirror in the fitting room. He gazed at you lovingly as he explained each detail that made you look beautiful. “You’re perfect, (Y/n), always have been and you always will be in my eyes, because I love you,” The second he said it, he realized that the words had slipped from his mouth. “You love me?” “I’m in love with you, (Y/n), I truly am,” You turned around, now facing him. “I love you too, Seongmin, will you be my date to the event?” “No force in the world could stop me,”
Yeom Taegyun / TAG
Tag didn’t know how to bring it up in a conversation. He had tried for months, yet whenever he tried, the words escaped him. He could write thousands of songs and sing and rap without a problem, but facing the love of his life and telling them that he was in love with them was impossible. After consulting with one of his good friends, Jongwoo, he was given the idea of writing a love letter. One letter turned into ten. He had so much to say and once he began writing, he just couldn’t stop. The words and emotions flowed out of him as a river running down a mountain.
Tag began secretly sending you these letters, one each week. You were surprised that you had a secret admirer, but you were very intrigued, trying to figure out who it could be. Telling Tag about all of your suspicions and the candidates for the position. Tag was disappointed when he wasn’t one of them. He persisted and kept sending you the letters, each one making you feel more and more special. “Tag, you don’t understand the way this guy writes is just magical. It’s like he’s painting a picture with words. No one I’ve dated before has ever said these things or treated me like I’m special, this guy makes me feel seen, like he loves me for me and not my body or something superficial,” After that conversation, Tag went home to write a new letter, one he would give you the day after.
When you woke up that morning, a familiar envelope lay in front of your door after being delivered earlier in the morning. You ran over to it, opening it immediately. The text inside shocked you to your very core.
Dear (Y/n), unless I’ve been unclear in earlier letters, I’m in love with you. To me you shine as bright as the sun, coloring my world in bright light, bringing me to life. You are so much more than just your appearance, your soul and your being makes me believe in angels because you must be one. I’ve tried telling you how special you are for years and I’ve tried to confess my love for months, yet whenever I look into your sparkling eyes and see your smile, I can’t think. I get lost in your beauty. I’ll be waiting at our spot by the Han River from 12. If you reciprocate my feelings, come meet me there, if you don’t, just forget about this and don’t show up. I’ll get over it. But please, I hope you like me too.
Love, your Taggy
You looked at the clock, it was 11. You got dressed and began your commute over to the spot where you and Tag always hang out. Ready to kiss him on the lips because you too had loved him for years.
Lee Yedam
Yedam, like Seongmin, confessed accidentally. He was torn between whether or not he should say something or not, he could come up with equal pros and cons to confessing and not confessing. He truly didn’t know what to do. So in his torn and tired state, he took out his phone, and wrote a long message to his good friend, Jay, asking for advice on if he should confess or not. What he didn’t notice was that he clicked on your name instead of Jay’s in his messaging app.
* Yedam, who is it you’re thinking of confessing to?
* (Y/n), of course. Who else? Jay come on, you know I’m only in love with (Y/n)
You were shocked to read your own name, and then see Jay’s. Yedam thinks he’s messaging Jay, and not me.
* Right, sorry. Dude, Idk what you should do. Maybe just say it?
* But what if she doesn’t like me back?
* I think you’ll be fine, Ye
Yedam didn’t react at first, but then he saw it. The only one who calls him Ye is you. He looked at the contact, clearly saying “(Y/n) 💕🥹🥰” and not “Jay-hyung 👍”
* (Y/n) omg, um, this was a joke. Okay, hehe, a joke
* so like don’t think about, okay?
*Ye, tell me the truth. Do you like me? Like you know, like like me
It took a while before he answered
* Yes. Please don’t hate me 🥺
* Come over to my place so we can talk face to face?
* Already on my way!
Yedam hurried over to your place, scared and nervous, yet a little excited. After he knocked on your door, you opened it within seconds, before he could even say hello, you put your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours and kissing him. “I like you too, Lee Yedam,”
