➥PART 14 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.
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an; this is pretty irrelevant to the story but just in case u want to know what i'm imagining rj looks like in this smau (brown hair renjun supremacy)
in a world where all romances result from seasonal coincidences, but there's a catch.
└> GENRE; social media au, angst, fluff, crack, maybe suggestive
└> WARNINGS; swearing, (more may be added)
└> AUTHORS NOTE; this was originally made as a written series that was gonna be left forgotten, but i've always wanted to make an smau and this series feels like a great opportunity for me... ALSO a lot of the plots were altered a bit so that it would be more suitable for an smau. people on the old taglist were moved to here so if you would like to be removed please inform me! on the form a lot of people wanted the main character to be referred to as y/n rather than an oc, but they wanted all of the characters/stories to be linked in the same universe and friend group. in the story the main character will be called y/n but from another story the mc from that story will just be an oc if that makes sense. idk? it's just so that it satisfies both sides i hope i didn't sound stupid LMFAO and finally last thing i have to say is that these plots were really generic and came out of my low creativity brain in less than 1 day so the chances of the plots changing slightly or even entirely are VERY high
└> DATES; to be updated
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❝ not trying to be a homewrecker, but i want to be the one getting those flowers everyday ❞
what happens when you fall in love for the boy who works with you in the flower shop? buying flowers everyday for his girlfriend- oh wait, he's taken. maybe one day he'll buy flowers for you. just kidding, he'll never like you! unless...
└> PAIRING; jeno x fem!reader
└> GENRE(s); angst, fluff, one sided love (sort of??)
└> WARNINGS; may be a bit angsty but not as much as it would've been in the written version, swearing, reader calls herself a homewrecker but she really isn't, thoughts of being a homewrecker LMFAO,
└> STATUS; not started
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❝ this is such a girl code violation ❞
na jaemin, the college heartthrob and a part of your large friend group. he was also your best friends long term ex boyfriend. that's what you should've reminded yourself before you started sneaking around with the boy. oh god... when the truth comes out you're gonna be so done. well, IF the truth comes out.
└> PAIRING; jaemin x fem!reader
└> GENRE(s); fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers
└> WARNINGS; swearing, more to be added
└> STATUS; ongoing
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❝ oh my god! you're cute. ❞
you've always been popularly known as a bitch, and you agree. that's not the issue here. you've been messing around with some boy for quite a while, his heart in your hands. you never expected for it to go the other way when you bump into a boy at the corn maze. yep, and it gets worse when you find out you're not the only girl head over heels for him. maybe it's about time you understand how it really feels.
└> PAIRING; renjun x fem!reader
└> GENRE(s); angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, sort of one sided love?
└> WARNINGS; swearing, reader is a bitch (mostly towards men), sex jokes, mentions of infidelity, both reader and renjun are flawed in the romance field
└> STATUS; completed
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❝ 5 seconds to leave before i quit on the spot and it'll be because of you ❞
you were ecstatic when you were first hired at the bookstore, but it used to a bit of a nightmare when winter rolled around. you would constantly be closed in due to the snow. years later, at this point you've gotten quite used to it until you realized who your new co worker was. lee donghyuck was an old ex of yours which you despised. now you know what the real nightmare is this winter.
Smut | 906 | Sugar Daddy!Lucas x fem!reader | Swearing, name calling, deeptroathing | Based on this
Lucas only texted you for three reasons; if he just got a promotion, wanting to spoil you on a shopping spree along the most expensive stores in town. Or if he was just horny, needing some other kind of relief than his hand. Or if he was tense and needed to blow off some steam. The last one is the reason his driver picked you up from work. Letting you into his house and quickly telling you he was in his study before speeding out of the house again. His staff know better than to stay when Lucas invites you over.
His legs are wide and inviting as he sits tense in his big leather armchair. Suit jacket undone, tie loose around his neck. Jaw clenched, glass of whiskey in his hand and eyes dark and stern as they examen your body in the doorway. He lifts his free hand up and motions you to come closer. No words are needed as you make your way over to the man until you are standing in between his legs. You know exactly what to, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. Slowly, you slip the dress over your shoulders. Making sure to let your hands linger and put on a show. When the dress falls to the floor, you step out of it, Lucas’s big hand reaching up to help you balance. You pick up the dress to throw it out of your way. Knowing better than to start moving without his permission, you stand still, anticipating his orders. “Kneel” he finally says. You drop onto your knees immediately, bruising them into the expensive rug underneath you.
“I’m too pissed to even order you around, princess” he grits when you sit still in between his legs, waiting patiently to grant any wish he has. That’s the way he normally needs you, obedient and quiet. But you sensed that today, it was different. “You know what to do” he scoffs and takes a swig from his drink, sinking further into his seat. You mutter out a quick “yes sir” before sliding your hands up his thick thighs. Fabric of his stiped slacks stretching deliciously around them. You gulp at the sight and feel of his legs under your fingers.
When he was tense, he liked things a little slower. Your touch made him sigh, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. A low moan coming from his lips as you palm his bulge. You almost drool at the sight of him. Getting eager yourself, you undo his belt and pants, freeing his member. He lols his head back to the front to look at you as you start with kitten licks at his tip. Kissing sloppily around it makes him swear under his breath. One hand is on his length, other on his thigh. As you continue to make him even harder, you feel his muscles relax under your touch. It boosts your ego, honestly, when you get him in this state.
When you finally envelope his member with your warm mouth, he sighs, fully relaxing into your touch. “Fuck baby, I needed this” he spoke, besides his orders the firsts words he spoke. You slowly bob your head, swirling your tongue around the tip as his member slides out and hollowing your cheeks as it goes further in. Your free hand working on the part you can’t reach, other squeezing his thigh. Eyes glued on his face, not caring if he looks at you or not. You just drink in the sight his expressions.
As he gets closer, he kicks back his drink at once and sets the now empty glass on the golden table beside him. He now has both hands free, and you brace yourself what comes next as they both grab a hold of your hair, yanking your head back. You look into his eyes. “You ready, princess?” he asks you, smirk on his face as he awaits your answer. Of course, it’s yes. He guides your head down after you nod, taking his length almost all the way in. You try your best to relax your jaw and throat, taking as much of him as possible. When you slightly gag, he groans and pulls you off. He gave you a second to collect your breath before entering his member into your warm mouth again. Not as deep this time, but he keeps a steady rhythm.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for me and swallow, right?” he asks, voice low and breathy. You hum in response. He bobs your head a few times before bringing your head all the way down again. You gag and struggle, but you know it will be over soon as he curses and tenses again under your hands on his thighs. “FFuuck” he draws out as he comes down your throat, tears falling onto his slacks. His hands loosen his grip on your hair, and you are free to move your head slowly off his length. Some of his load slips out of your mouth, dripping on your chin. You must look absolutely fucked out. Lucas opens his eyes to look at you, mascara mixing with your tears as it glides down your cheeks, his cum on your chin. “You’re so pretty like this baby” he sighs, body now limp in his chair. He finds the strength to pat his thighs. “Time for me to thank you”.
There he was, the man of your dreams. Oh, how lucky you were because, of course, he had his arms around another girl, namely your close friend. His soft chocolate orbs stared deeply into your friend’s hazel ones, whispering silent messages of love and appreciation. He towered over your short friend, a feature that made her even more irresistibly cute. Worst of all, he had no idea of your existence.
“Still haven’t talked to him?” a voice spoke behind you, pulling you away from your quiet manner. “I’m telling you, if you don’t make a move now, he’ll never know you.”
The empty seat across from you was soon occupied by your project partner-turned-friend, Jaehyun, blocking your view of the lovely couple at the other picnic table.
“It’s too late,” you muttered under your breath before you took a gigantic bite out of your meatball sub.
Your deeply purple-haired friend looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the giggling lovebirds.
“So Mark’s going out with one of your friends and he’s also my friend, but he still doesn’t know your name?” he said, averting his eyes to your lousy state. “That’s pathetic, you know?”
You continued eating, unfazed by the usual bluntness you had gotten used to. He scoffed at your messy style of eating as you dropped a few pickles here and there onto the torn plastic wrap.
“This whole picnic idea is pathetic,” you mumbled through your half-full mouth. “You were all like, ‘Hey, it’s a nice day today. Let’s go eat lunch out there!’ but this is just plain cruelty.”
Jaehyun sent a short-lived apologetic smile your way and stole the lost pickles, which you didn’t really like in your food anyway.
How you and Jaehyun became friends was a wonder. You two were simply partners for a business project, but somewhere along the way, he started growing more sarcastic. He also grew fond of teasing you whenever he could, which was a 180-degree different side of him when he had first introduced himself to you with his killer soft smile and dimples that would make any girl swoon. You had to admit, you had a crush on him at first, but his increasingly frequent sarcastic remarks turned you off. By the time your project ended, you and Jaehyun were practically inseparable; you went to festivals together and watched newly released movies at the comfort of your aunt’s house, which she let you live in since she was primarily living in the countryside, not in the city.
Jaehyun was your wingman and you were his wingwoman: whenever either one of you wanted to catch another person’s attention, you would use each other and send ridiculous hand signals. Oftentimes, you would pretend that he was a social media influencer and asked for his autograph. It was a silly act, you both admitted, but it worked in the shallow society you lived in. But Mark Lee was a different case. He wasn’t one of those guys you were infatuated by momentarily. No, he was the man you loved for three months and counting.
“How am I supposed to get over him?” you sighed after chomping down your sub, something Jaehyun never failed to be amazed at.
With his eyebrows raised, he instinctively wiped the sauce staining your chin with a napkin and asked, “What do you mean ‘get over him’? Why do you have to get over him?”
In a matter-of-a-fact tone, you replied, “Even if they break up, I can’t have him. It’s the rule.”
“Well it’s a stupid rule.”
It was a stupid rule, indeed, but you knew that if any one of your friends dated your past exes, you would go livid. If only you had no moral consciousness...
There went another round of a laughing fit behind Jaehyun. You couldn’t care less about what the two were laughing about; you just wanted to be the one laughing with the black-haired prince, the one with the luscious hair that stopped at the rims of his round glasses.
“I wish I could touch his hair,” you murmured, enviously watching your friend brush her fingers through his soft locks of hair.
“You can touch mine,” Jaehyun offered, tilting his head towards you. “I conditioned it yesterday.”
Your nose scrunched up in apparent disgust. “Your hair was touched by so many girls that I don’t want to.”
“Hey, we both had our fair share of people touching our hair,” Jaehyun said defensively as he backed his head. “Besides, I bet my hair is the softest hair out of anyone in our department.”
“No wonder all the girls keep touching your hair,” you said quietly before tackling your other bitter-tasting sub. “That girl Diane kept raving about it to her friends, and we all know that Diane has the softest hair.”
“Excuse me, my hair is way softer than hers,” Jaehyun said with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth frowning. “Besides, that’s just a rumor. Anyone’s hair is better than hers. Even your hair is softer than hers.”
Pushing your soda further away from you to make space for your elbows, you waved off his last statement. “Speaking of Diane, what happened to her? I thought you guys were gonna push through.”
“There was nothing to ‘push through’. I just wasn’t interested.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’ve been saying that for months.”
And he batted his eyes innocently. “Well no one has caught my eye for months.”
“You're telling me that you, Jung Jaehyun, master of getting girls, have finally stepped down your reign?”
Your unfamiliar friend simply shrugged. “I guess I want something serious.”
“Not with your tendency to quickly dismiss girls you won’t.”
Then he looked at you dead in the eye. “I’m looking for the right person.”
“And who would the ‘right person’ be like?”
The romantic spring wind softly blew past you, making you shudder, with your bare arms exposed. Jaehyun fixed his gaze on the sky, the wind brushing his hair in all the right places, and then on you. You stared at him in return, anticipating a serious answer.
“Someone with nice hair.”
There was no smiling, no laughing, no nothing. He was serious. But you didn’t even have the time to react to the honest comment because your eyes busily widened when they caught your friend’s who waved at you excitedly. At your troubled expression, Jaehyun turned around and sent a small wave towards the couple.
“Great, now they’re coming over,” you grumbled, watching the couple take their time approaching you and Jaehyun. “We could be talking about something funny or intellectual, but, no, we’re talking about stupid hair.”
“Okay, we both know that you’re not funny,” Jaehyun said openly.
You had the urge to slap him with the pickles you had, but the growing feeling of anxiety and nervousness overtook all of your thoughts. They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming. A warm pair of hands wrapped around yours, causing you to avert your pathetic gaze at your half-eaten sub to the brown eyes of your sarcastic-turned-caring friend.
“Calm down, won’t you? You won’t make a fool of yourself,” he said, trying to comfort you. “You’ve already done that today when you started snoring in class.”
That was deserving of a glare and the following: “You suck at this.” But before you could say anything else, a chirpy voice chimed, “Hey, guys!” And the butterflies broke loose. When your friend officially introduced you to Mark and vice versa, the rhythm of your heart grew faster and faster, but all you could do was muster a small, weak smile to the man who secretly made you smile to yourself in the back of your business classes whenever he would say something with a simple smile or made Jaehyun or another one of his friends laugh at one of his lame jokes. Your heart was fluttering, and there was nothing you could do but smile.
“Is something wrong?” your friend asked, concerned for you and your pale face.
“She’s just having a bad time digesting her food,” Jaehyun lied, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs.
You silently sent a glare his way.
“Yes, that’s the only explanation there is,” you said through your teeth and pulled your hands away from his.
“Oh, for a moment I thought you two were going out with the whole hand situation,” your friend said, laughing. “Well that’s too bad because Mark and I were wondering if you guys wanted to go eat at a new 60s-themed restaurant around the corner.”
Your stomach felt queasy as if it was tied up in knots. Even though you kept your gaze strictly on your friend, you couldn’t help but use your peripheral vision to take a sneak peek at the wonderful human being standing next to her. At that point, Mark had taken off his glasses and left them hanging on the collar of his green hoodie. You couldn’t believe how lucky your friend was to snatch away the younger boy you had your eyes on for way longer. If you could only go back in time...
“We’ll go.”
Those were the two words that got you to look at Jaehyun like he was crazy, earning you a not-so-innocent smile from him, and got the two of you sitting across the real couple at a nicely cushioned booth in a fast food diner on a Thursday night.
You were fiddling with the material of your shirt, not having once looked at Mark’s direction since the moment he stepped into the restaurant. There was no way you could look at him at all his glory when your friend was sitting right across from you, talking endlessly about some class you could care less about.
“And the professor actually made that a freebie since he totally..."
The rhythm of your heart slowly steadied, but your hands still felt clammy. Do I look okay? Do I seem boring? Do I look like I’m someone fun to talk to? No, you hadn’t even opened your mouth. You had been on double dates before with Jaehyun, of course with your date being someone else, and they were usually a blast. But with your longest crush sitting diagonally from you, casually munching on his fries, you were about to faint.
“Seriously, Margaret literally shot her bubble tea out of her nose..."
Is there something on my face? Did I not powder enough? Did I come too bare-faced? Do I at least look presentable enough? A strong but delicate pair of warm hands slipped into yours, stopping your train of thought. You cast your eyes upon your trustworthy friend and were immediately calmed down. He leaned near your face and whispered, “Don’t worry. You look beautiful tonight”, sending shivers down your spine. When he pulled away, he kept his eyes on you with the most caring, affectionate look he had ever had and caressed the back of your hands ever so gently, sending another wave of the tingling sensation.
The evening moonlight shone through the life-sized window and illuminated his perfectly proportioned face. A rush of warmth spread throughout your cold body, your heart slowly picking up its pace again. What was this surfacing feeling, this exciting and pleasant fondness? You were entranced by not only his beauty but also by his soft, passionate gaze. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at you that way, or the time he had ever looked at you with such warmth. He sent you a smile that matched his eyes before prying his eyes off of you, effectively beginning your silent desperate plea to have him have his eyes only on you but also effectively having the comfort and homeliness in your heart linger.
“Okay, I know your lover boy is next to you, but we’re right here.” Pulling you out of your trance, your friend sweetly smiled at your lost expression when your eyes landed on her. “I asked if you wanted an ice cream brownie sundae.”
With the image of Jaehyun still marked in your head, you mindlessly nodded. A light chuckle left the lips from an unexpected person. For the first time that night, you had your eyes on Mark.
“When did you guys first meet?” the younger boy asked with curiosity settling in his eyes.
The question had you startled. You hadn’t prepared for a question like that. Did you need to come up with some fake romantic story or not? You had no idea.
“Our professor had partnered us up,” Jaehyun spoke. “And she had my attention with her adorably weird mushroom t-shirt.” You heard your friend sigh in awe of the recount while you listened attentively. “After time had gone by, the feelings were platonic, but after going out with other girls and having her help me with them, I realized that no one knew me better or got my heart beating faster than she.”
Every single word had you anticipate the next. Every word that spilled out of his mouth sounded too good to be true, but they all sounded sincere. And the chance to meet the eyes of your steadfast friend came again. You heard your own heart beating. There it was, that longing gaze that drilled into your soul.
“But I didn’t think she had interest in me.”
His eyes darted back and forth, searching for a response--any response. You wanted to believe that he was speaking the truth, if those words were, in fact, his own feelings, because if he wasn’t, what you said next would have been very foolish of you.
“I did.”
The moonlight shone even more brightly and you didn’t have to look at Jaehyun to see it. The night whisked away with tales and laughter, your friend doing most of the talking. By the time everyone was ready to leave and Jaehyun and your friend were using the restroom, a newfound feeling of content sank in. Your new black-haired friend quietly drummed his fingers on the surface of the smooth marble counter, lightly bobbing his head to The Beach Boys playing in the stereo system. You admired his wonderful features and was reminded of his amazing personality. How someone could be as perfect as him yet still be a complete dork was unknown to you. And so were the feelings of strong yearning. They vanished into the starry night.
“‘Help Me, Rhonda’ is pretty good, isn’t it?”
At the sound of your voice, the younger boy casted his gaze upon you. A delighted smile appeared on his face as he said, “Now that would be an understatement.”
You laughed softly and joined him with his head-bobbing session, adding your feet by rhythmically tapping every second. When the other two came out, casually disrupting your quiet groove, you and Jaehyun naturally parted ways with the real couple. As the two of you headed for the beach to catch the last day of a firework event, the breeze carried on the tranquility of the night. Each step you took was light--you weren’t even reading into Jaehyun’s actions that night. You were simply content. Watching the brightly-colored fireworks crisply crackle, your hand bumping into Jaehyun’s every so now and then, you wished that feeling would last forever. When you pointed at your favorite pattern of fireworks and laid your arm to your side, instead of your knuckles bouncing off of Jaehyun’s, it was enveloped by the warmth of his hand. His eyes weren’t watching the fireworks anymore: they were concentrated on the serene waves of the glossy ocean. You stared at his impenetrable gaze.
“Did you,” he began to say, “did you really mean what you said back there? That you had an interest in me?”
He kept his gaze steadily on the waves. It was as if he didn’t want to see your reaction, yet was waiting for an answer. You squeezed his hand lightly.
“I did.”
The sound of the fireworks faded, taken over by the calm, chilly breeze. Jaehyun’s tender eyes met yours. Instead of being overwhelmed by the affectionate gaze, you returned it and with a smile. So there you two stood, staring at each other wordlessly with such attraction no one could deny. You watched Jaehyun’s eyes flicker down to your lips before retreating back to your eyes. Little by little, he inched closer to your face, no longer holding your gaze, but staring at your lips. And little by little, your heart picked up the pace, but you knew you had to break the elephant in the room, so you pressed your forehead against his and gave yourself a moment to say, “Jaehyun, we’re friends.”
And with your foreheads being the barriers to any other sort of skinship, he let out in a low, hushed voice, “Is that all we can ever be?”
He took your hands in his and swung them in small circles. Once the last bit of the fireworks ended, you called out his name so softly that it came out as a whisper, and you saw the sincerity and quiet desperation that filled his eyes. You slowly freed your fingers and let them under the purple strands of Jaehyun’s hair, smoothly combing through them. Then you let your hands linger onto his face, tracing his masculine features.
“You’re right,” you breathed out at last, locking your eyes with the patient man. “Your hair is the softest.”
The both of you broke into goofy grins, not long before you closed the gap of the space that was left in between.
...
The increasing chatter as you stepped out of your philosophy class and into the large hallway was fitting for the new semester, with the incoming freshmen buzzing with excitement and nervousness. It was at that moment when a pair of relatively large hands slipped into yours. You didn’t even have to spare a glance to see who it was--the sides of your lips instantly tugged upwards.
“Ready for that date?” a now tinted purple-haired guy announced.
A smirk found its way to your lips as you said, “Let’s go kick some ass.”
You and your four-month old boyfriend were on the way to a double date with Mark and your friend at the annual carnival downtown. The adorable couple laughed, had their hands all over each other, and whispered to each other, but your eyes were only glued to the man you loved, the man with the soft, fainted purple hair.
summary : it's the summer of your last year at school and you're still a frustrated joykill who wants to have her fun.
this is a planned series, tell me what you think, fellas
Part 1, 2
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"Why me?" Taeyong asks this, with his pitch black eyebrow raised and his hands undoing the leather belt he prides himself in owning.
You gulp, pushing your glasses up your nose and shooting him a bashful look which makes him grin toothily. You search the deep shelves of your brain and delve out an answer that you'd cater to a question you didn't have the answer to. "Why not you?" You pause, having satisfied yourself with such a witty response. You smile at the entangled fingers of yours in your lap.
Taeyong pushes your chin up so you look at him instead, his eyes are a darkest form of black, sparkling like someone liqiuefied the night sky, generously stitched with stars and poured it into his irises. He's so beautiful. You think, unable to take your eyes off of him. When he touches your mouth, you're suddenly met with the realization that you have been gaping at him like a dumbstruck fool, your cheeks start to burn with a flaming red.
He grazes his thumb over your lower lip and pulls the muscle down, "Nice try, smarty but you need to answer better."
You think about it. You were on the field trip of the graduation batch of your school, which would later follow your last summer as a highschool student. (And) Unlike, most of your happy, experienced classmates, you were a virgin. The matter sat well with you for the longest time. You hid your libido away under the pile of study books and nerve wracking tests. You had little problem with it- until the last year of your highschool rolled around and an adult you'd become without having what is deemed to be one of the most special experiences of one's life- or at least that's what it was in the endless sea of romance novels you'd swallowed whole.
So here you were, despite having a boyfriend of four months, with little to do with touching or sex, here you were with another man in his wooden cabin whilst your boyfriend roasted marshmallows unknowing of the sin you're cooking up behind his back, here you were after you'd left that reddened parchment in Taeyong's locker which read 'I want you to rid me of my innocence.' - how ironic was it as the act of it itself was not at all innocent. How you mustered up the courage to do such a thing astonished you, had you really sent him a letter like that after you'd overheard some girl in your class saying how good he was in bed?
Regardless, you'd always had a crush on the leather jacket wearing, tattooed on, dark haired boy-longer than you'd like to admit and the feeling hadn't gone away even when you were someone else's girlfriend. He was everything you weren't but wanted to be. He looked like he could corrupt you to your bones and truly, you'd let him. So what was so bad in wanting the boy you'd ever so slightly loved for the first time in your life to take your virginity away from you? Nothing.
Taeyong leans in and brushes his nose against yours, his ring clad finger holding your chin in place, "You're taking too long, princess. Why, why not your stupid boyfriend?" You hum in the feeling of the alien proximity, it seemed that every little thing you imagined yourself doing with him had taken the shape of reality.
"I want you to ruin me." Taeyong's eyes darken at this, as if you've flipped a switch in him. He kisses you in a chaste manner at first, as if all he wanted to do was kiss, his fingers travelled into your hair as he pulls it back and elicits a low moan from you. Your stomach feels like it could explode from the weird heat fluttering inside. You'd never kissed anyone before, not even your boyfriend-as weird as it sounds, you both agreed on taking it slow- you did really mean it except.. the pace of your relationship was a little too slow for your liking but you hadn't the courage to tell him about it.
Taeyong kisses you again, with more heat in the kiss, as his fingers touch your throat gently, his thumb rested on your jugular as he pushes your little striped skirt upwards with his idle hand. "You're thinking about something, stop. Think about me now. Only me." He says, letting the touch of your fingers travel into his hair. His tongue tastes of coffee and marshmallows, and you bask in the feeling of him intermingling in every bit of you.
He fiddles with your oversized red crop top and pulls it over your head. He backs away, looking at you with a ravenous desire, he grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it off.
With inky eyes flitting over the newly exposed skin of your body, he drinks in your underwear, the lavender colored bra you wear with a small pink bow sewn in between and the garter belt which connects your pretty thigh highs to your underwear, which too has a matching bow but it's red in color, the fabric of your wear is black, like your socks, matching your outfit.
You blush at how uncoordinated the colors are, feeling like he would laugh at you for it. Seeing the look in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted as he pokes his tongue out and slides it over his teeth, your inside feel a familiar twist.
"God, you're just.." he starts but swallows the word against your mouth as he kisses you with great covet.
He hooks your thighs around his hips and pushes you down, he pulls away from you just to kiss you again, he really can't get enough. His black hair falls over his eyes and you look down at where your bodies are interlinked.
There's a deep scar engraved in Taeyong's lower abdomen, the small detail adds edge to his milky skin, he leans against you and you finally feel the hardness press at your clothed core. You sigh at the contact. You did this to Taeyong. A feeling of pride invades your stomach.
There's a peculiar air to the way Taeyong touches you, as if you were delicate, you're the most precious thing he's touched. When your arms wrap around his neck, he feels an inclination to stare at you. Like he couldn't believe it was happening.
He feels an urgency to call you his angel, and he does, in the way your hips rolls against his and the way his name falls from your lips. "You're so sweet, you're so pure, sweetheart." He says, kissing the skin below your chin. You feel like your body may burst into flames at the recurring phrases tumbling from his mouth.
It feels surreal, becoming one like this. You wonder if he can hear the erratic beat of your heart. You're one. You're whole. You feel like Taeyong completes you, as if all your life you've been one broken part of a pair. He makes you feel perfect. He makes you feel complete. There's a burning sensation in your lower stomach as you look at it bulging with every little thrust Taeyong delivers.
He holds your legs higher, over his shoulders as he gets to a deeper angle which sets your whole body alight.
You felt like you were a product of arson. Your body ablaze and you feel like you might fall over the edge any second now. You felt like you were at the peak of a mountain and you'd slip and fall without warning.
You raise your arms to wrap around his neck as Taeyong rests his palms against the small bed sheet to keep himself up, "Taeyong." You whimper as his member twitches inside of you from the name calling. "Please." Your plea spurs him on, as he continues with harder thrusts, "Please what, sweetheart?" His voice is a mix of a groan and a whimper when he feels you clench around him.
"Please kiss me." And he goes, stroking your sweat glistening in your hair, he holds it away from your face. “Precious, pure pure, my baby’s so pure.” He says, his thighs shaking as he slows his pace down.
When he feels like he would let off, he pulls out, you watch him pump himself before he cums on your stomach.
Taeyong cleans you up with a spare towel in the cabin and holds your legs apart. “I need to treat my pretty baby right.” He says, looking up from his lashes, eyes softening at the sight of your swollen mouth, heated cheeks and creased brows.
That day, before dusks kisses the horizon, your inner thighs are littered with generous bites Taeyong has left you with, he eats you out like it’s what he was born to do, his hands, one of which have the tattoo of a Phoenix-you see, holds your hips down as he laps at your core, curling his fingers inside of you, before you cum all over his hand.
He looks at you with a smirk on his face, his hair a touseled mess, his mouth is moist from eating you whole and he wipes neither the smirk nor the mess on his mouth until he leads you out of the cabin. You can’t believe it happened-Taeyong really is your first.
Taeyong drapes his sweater over your body, it smells of gasoline, just like he does. You marvel, as the black wool guards you from the frost bite in the area. You reach the camp fire separately, coming back to a bitter reality. You take a seat beside your boyfriend, Hendery, his eyes following you with a bright smile on his face, guilt shoots up your throat like bile as you watch the raven haired boy look at you with love in his eyes. You knew it was wrong, what you did. Your heart feels like it could break any minute now, the effect of realizing that what you did with Taeyong was a one time thing shrouded you like a blanket of hazy clouds.
Hendery compliments your sweater, pulling you out of your thoughts, and tells you he admires your choice. He holds your face, your body freezing at the contact as you feel him press his mouth to yours. The crowd surrounding the fire cheered and hollered with ‘woahs’ and ‘get a bedroom, you two.’
Your cheeks burn, at the action, mostly because you couldn’t stop thinking about Taeyong’s kisses when another man has done it to you. Your eyes dart across the crowd to meet Taeyong’s, they are darker than dark, and they look right to you, as he sits down on a log, the parting of his legs allowing a girl to sit between his legs. You wonder if it’s that easy for him, questioning the look in his eyes for a glint of envy. He looks as if he could set the boy beside you on fire.
Hendery breaks the staring by asking you if you had coffee before coming to the trip given the taste of Brazilian roasted beans he’d gotten from kissing you, he tells you he knows his coffee well and that you have good taste. He tries to ask you what brand you like the best, you open your mouth to answer, wracking youf brain for a lie. Every one of your classmates are staring right into your timid face, your nails dig into the material of your skirt. When their attention wears off as you continue to remain silent. They get back to grilling marshmallows, you’re relieved momentarily but Hendery still insists you answer, pressing your interlaced fingers to encourage you to go on.
“I had coconut milk Brazilan brewed coffee.” Taeyong whispers, taking a seat beside your boyfriend, breaking the silence. Hendery raises his brow at first, looking half astonished and half offended before his face falls with realization. He looks at you with widened eyes and you bite your lip as you let your gaze fall to your lap.
That night, you lose both your virginity and your boyfriend. Both to (and for) the same person.
➥PART 13 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.
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a/n: new plot corrections/context:
RJ and MC are in their junior year of college, she’s 21, not 22 like RJ mentioned in a previous part
MC lives in a single dorm at SNU (i mentioned there was a kitchen in her place, forget that, poof, it’s gone) & RJ lives in an off campus apartment (ooh la la)
It’s probably best you ignore the hour up in the top left corner, since changing my phone’s time to reflect what’s happening in the texts is cumbersome LOL, it’s often clear in the messages when there’s been a brief time skip so hopefully it continues to make sense ♥︎
➥PART 15 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.
THE NEXT LOGICAL STEP WAS FOR YOU TO TEXT HIM, DONGHYUCK SAID.
Which meant the first thing Renjun did after closing Hyuck’s message thread was look into getting a second phone number.
He’d worried about that earlier, back during the impromptu study session when you’d appeared with your gifts— you’d pulled your phone out at the end of the hour and for one bone-chilling second, he thought you were about to ask him for contact information. It made sense; you might’ve wanted to schedule another day to study or something, but he’d frozen like you were about to leap across the table and devour him whole. As stupid as it was, it was only then that he realized he only had one number. And you already knew it. He couldn’t give it to you again, only for the contact to appear as the version of himself he was starting to detest a little more every day, Duckboy’s face popping up on your screen to ruin everything; but if you reached across the table to ask him to put it in, what else would he be able to do?
Thankfully all you’d been doing was checking a text, the same one that made you look up at the clock and curse before sliding all the books off the desk into the open maw of your book bag and darting off. All you left in lieu of a goodbye was a promise to catch up with him again soon and another thanks for the help.
Even as his heart palpitated from the near miss he smiled a little as you ran, and even managed a laugh when you had to twirl, ballerina style, to avoid crashing into an oblivious tittering couple wandering out of the cafe. He promised to figure out the number thing that very night, but of course got caught up with his Econ studies again and forgot.
But now with Donghyuck’s heads up, he couldn’t afford to forget again.
It ended up being significantly easier than he thought. Maybe guilt made him think it would be a tedious process; having to meet someone at some seedy back alley tech shop somewhere, using cash to slip a brandless simcard into his pocket at midnight— but it only took a single Google to gain another unlimited texting plan under his contract within the minute. It appeared like a brand new string of digits right under his regular one— a shiny new number, quite literally, just for you.
And not a moment too soon. Because your promise to catch up with him again soon apparently meant the next day, where you appeared at his usual spot in the library again, brandishing your phone in his face like court summons.
“I’m not staying long,” you’d said, “I only just realized I should probably get your number if we’re going to do this studying thing again, right?”
And in just the way he’d memorized, he’d entered his new number with a smile.
He’s not going to lie; at first, he’d felt pretty clever about it. Two phone numbers is a pretty good way to get around his unique, two-faced predicament. Another layer of safety in the stupid game of identity that’s become his life, another potential crisis avoided. But that night, as he laid in bed and prepared himself to reply to the usual textbook’s worth of texts from you, the relief from dodging detection turned into shame like everything else has been doing these days.
What he's doing isn't right. Despite his actions, trust and believe, Renjun is fully aware of that fact.
This had all stemmed from one innocent lie, hadn't it? One born out of honest desire to make things right again— as right as he could without actually telling you the truth, which may of spoke to his cowardice better than he really understood— the idiotic, in hindsight, decision to not immediately tell you who he was. He was worried you wouldn't like what you saw, that he couldn't live up to whatever version of him you seemed to like so much in your head. He was worried you'd think he was some sort of voyeur, showing up at your game without asking for something more nefarious than just wanting to see you.
He was scared something would go wrong if he told you the truth and lied to cover it up. Something small, something that would stay small if he stuck to the plan of leaving you alone.
But he couldn't leave you alone. And somewhere along the way that lie began to... grow. Donghyuck's library ambush, to helping you study that night, to telling you Duckboy moved back to China, to your thank you gifts: every interaction with you fed that lie, and as it grew bigger and bigger, it fabricated into something he couldn't recognize as... genuine, anymore.
Renjun was no longer coming from a place of pure intention. He was being selfish. A kid who craves the party and the cake, someone who swears they only want some but cries and whines for all of it when it so dangles tantalizingly close. Mystery Girl, the version of you in his phone, was the slice. Perfect on its own, the right amount to be full, just enough sugar to satiate; all he thought he needed.
But the you he'd met on the court that day had been the whole, gittering, gleaming, buttercream double-decker. He'd pushed you away on principal, knowing he'd been fine with the slice, that it wasn't fair for him to have it all, that he didn't deserve to have it all. It wasn't even his birthday. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you.
But you didn't know it wasn't his birthday, and as you inched closer and closer, none the wiser to the truth, he got... greedy.
(Accepting your thanks in the library had been his hand reaching out, and offering to help you study had been his fingertip dragging through the icing, forever marring that barrier between before and after. And he knew this. He knew that once he went as far as to taste it he'd be a goner, which was why he knew he had to tread carefully as the lines blurred further. There was no going back when it came to you; once he let himself into your orbit, he'd never, ever be strong enough to leave.)
He flinched as his screen lit up in his hand.
Right above the dozen messages from you as Mystery Girl, was one new text from you. The actual you, the last four digits of the number you’d told him to look out for.
02-939-0…, 8:12PM: hihi!! it is me (y/n lol)
Renjun sat up fast enough to make himself dizzy, immediately forgetting that he'd meant to text you back first in the other thread, too focused on not keeping you waiting. The real you, anyway.
(What he hadn't really realized yet though, was that the moment he met you on that court, he'd already committed the fatal act of placing the sugar on his tongue. All that was left was to fall deeper and deeper into the high.)
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➥PART 11 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.
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a/n: living a double life can't be that hard, right?
