Doyoung Smut - Tumblr Posts
shy&needy! bf doyoung please hihi
Candied Intimacy
Word Count: 2.4k
Genre: Slice of Life, established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings: Cursing/mature language, smut, not proofread
Smut Warnings: slight femdom, begging, oral (f receiving), body worship (f receiving), degrading names (pathetic), doyoung is pussy whipped immediately, brief nipple sucking, couch sex lol, unprotected sex (protection isn't specified, be safe!), doyoung is a bit perverted, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n- hihi!! thank you sm for requesting! i hope you like it!! :>
Although he refused to tell you what he wanted or needed, it was so painfully obvious. The way he would wipe his palms on his pants, droplets of sweat formed along his hairline, and he would avoid eye contact with you at all costs. He hasn’t really changed since the first day you spoke to him. The interaction wasn’t even natural. Your philosophy teacher had put the students into pairs to watch a movie and compare their interpretations as to what the movie was truly about.
You honestly didn’t even care who you got paired up with as you didn’t know a single person in the lecture hall. But nonetheless, you’re glad that the professor had paired people up.
Kim Doyoung, the boy who sat in the fourth row, not to close to the front, out of fear of constantly being called on and not too far in the back to be considered a slacker. You, however, sat right in the front row and always had the answer to any of the teacher's philosophical questions and you were never scared to let your opinion out.
The two of you were quite different, so much so that when both of your names were called, you had to look around the room to see whose name was also called, but Doyoung knew exactly where to look. He was lucky he was smart since he never paid attention in class, too infatuated with you. With how you were so confident with your answers and your posture was so perfectly straight. He remembers one day when you wore a shirt that showed off your shoulder blades. Doyoung wanted nothing more than to paint your skin with his love, bite marks, purple, red, blue marks from his lips. He didn’t care, he just wanted to show people that you were his…even though you didn’t know that he existed. What was even worse was that during one of your many arguments with a fellow classmate, you took upon an almost degrading attitude and Doyoung looked down to see that his pants had grown tight around his hardening dick.
When it was time to actually meet up and watch the movie, you suggested that you do it in person so commentary could be made, and conversation could be conducted. Your roommate was out of town visiting her boyfriend, so you immediately offered your dorm to be the movie theater of the day. Doyoung gave you a silent nod and the both of you exchanged numbers.
It wasn’t until he was sitting beside you in your dorm on your couch that he came to terms that he was in love with you. You had done most of the talking so he already knew some things about you, but it was enough for him, and the intense smell of your signature perfume floating in the air of the dorm helped as well. It was sweet but subtle and he couldn’t do anything without his nostrils being flooded with the smell of you.
As the movie played on you paused several times to give your input and in return, you asked for his. But of course, as you lead and controlled the topics, the focus didn’t stay on the movie for the entire time. You asked Doyoung things about himself, he blushed but still answered, the heat spreading to his ears whenever a common interest would come up, which was very often.
With finishing the project in one day, the realization that contact wasn’t necessary anymore hit, so as Doyoung was walking down the hallway, you opened your door again and yelled.
“Hey! Would you maybe wanna hang out again?”
“Like a date?”
“Yes, like a date.”
Doyoung just smiled and nodded at you, a bit embarrassingly eager, but he didn’t mind once a smile took over your lips. The two of you went from never speaking to planning a date all in one day.
The date went well and after a few more, you asked if Doyoung wanted to make your relationship a bit more official.
So far in the relationship you had initiated everything, and although the relationship was new, you wanted Doyoung to take charge for once. Holding out was harder than you thought it would be, after all, you were very attracted to Doyoung, you had eyes. But this was the thing you wanted him to start, the two of you taking the next step in your relationship, sex.
However, just because you were going to let him control the situation, that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him.
It was late when Doyoung arrived, just off from work and you were in pajamas that could easily be confused with lingerie. You also knew how much Doyoung loved the smell of your perfume, so you added a spritz to your wrists, crown of your head, neck, as well as the curve of your breasts that the shirt you were wearing did absolutely nothing to hide.
You opened the door once he knocked, and stepped back, letting him in with a flirty smile. When you turned around, Doyoung allowed his eyes to travel down to your ass, which was covered by your skimpy shorts which exposed the curve of the muscle.
Looking over your shoulder at him, you heard him gulp and watched his Adam’s apple bob. It was obvious that he was already struggling, put you decided to push the situation a bit further. Once you two were nestled on the couch with blankets on top of your laps, you leaned on Doyoung which caused your breasts to press against his arm.
He swallowed loudly again, and of course you had to play innocent. “What’s the matter Doie? Are you warm? Because I’m pretty warm.” With that you crossed your arms over your torso, grabbed onto the lace hem of your shirt, and pulled it up, bearing your perky tits to your boyfriend. “Ugh, that’s so much better.” Pressing against his arm again, he was able to feel your smooth supple skin on his, even better, since your breasts were know exposed to the air, your nipples had hardened, causing Doyoung to feel the taunt pebbles on your mounds.
Trying to suppress your giggle, you looked up at Doyoung, studying his reaction. You saw his jaw clench, the sharp edge of the bone becoming even more prominent.
“Are you okay Doie?” Leaning back, removing your warmth from Doyoung, you needed him to do something now. You knew it wasn’t something he didn’t want, because his dick had already grown hard.
Now that your breasts weren’t against him, if he looked to his right, he’d see your bare chest. And that’s exactly what happened when he looked to his right. Doyoung gulped and fisted his pants.
“Is there something you want Doie?” You traced the curve of your breast, holding eye contact with him. But on his end of the contact, his eyes constantly switched between looking at your eyes, and your chest. He nodded in response to your question when his eyes weren’t on yours.
“Well, if there’s something you want, you’re gonna have to tell me how much you want it.”
Doyoung looked down to his lap, contemplating on what the next words that left his mouth were going to be. The internal fight he was having with himself didn’t last long though.
“You-you don’t understand how much I want to touch you. I’ve always wanted to touch you, you’re just so pretty. And-and I want to make you feel as good on the outside as you make me feel on the inside.”
His face started to heat up at his words, and the more he went on, the more his face burned. Doyoung pushed himself to get the words out, becoming desperate for you to touch him and when you covered your breasts, the words flew out.
“You literally don’t understand. Like even before we started dating, you’d be arguing with someone in class, and I’d get fucking hard. And there’d be times after we got together that I had to stop myself from doing something perverted. I want you so bad, but I just wanted to make sure it was something you wanted as well. You literally always make me so hard.”
His face was bright red at this point, including his ears and neck. He as just that needy.
Uncovering yourself, you wanted Doyoung to beg for you after you knew how he felt now.
“You just wanted me that bad huh?” He swallowed and nodded, not letting his eyes off of your movements.
You leaned forward and lifted yourself up from the couch a bit and removed your panties slowly, letting Doyoung savor the imagination before it became a reality. Your nails tickled your legs as they made their way down, bringing your panties with them, which eventually landed on the floor.
Removing your feet from the leg holes, you leaned back against the armrest on the couch and separated your legs slowly, allowing Doyoung to see you.
Without saying anything, the man in front of you leaned down, chasing the thing he’s been dreaming about. The fiery lust in his eyes was enough to tell you how much he wanted you, his pupil had also taken over his iris. The pools of brown you fell in love with now replaced with a black that held so much heat, you wanted to see how much you could push his shyness. When he was at leg length, you lifted your foot and placed it on his right shoulder. Doyoung had the perfect view of your dripping pussy finally, but even now he was so far.
“Please, let me make you feel good. I need you.” His tone held a whiny edge, and you smiled at him sweetly.
“How do I know that I’ll end up feeling good? You’re so desperate you might lose sight on what matters, me, and focus on your own pleasure. You’re so pathetic, begging just for a taste of your girlfriend’s pussy. And what will you do? Grind on my couch until you cum in your pants like some virgin?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, I’ll let you use me, so you feel good. Just please, let me taste you.” His lips were quivering, and he sounded as if he was on the brink of tears.
Removing your foot, you nodded at Doyoung, giving him permission to please you.
He didn’t waste a single second.
“You taste so good.” If you weren’t already wet with arousal, Doyoung’s spit would definitely make up for the lack of lubrication. He was making a mess, one that left its mark on his chin, nose, your thighs, and navel.
Trying to keep your composure you aimed to keep your sounds of pleasure to a minimum, but the few that did manage to slip went unnoticed as the only sound that could be heard throughout the room was the noise Doyoung was making in between your thighs.
As he was lying flat on his stomach, you were able to see his hips, which just as expected were grinding down into the cushions of your couch.
“Seems like I was right, you are humping my couch. How about you put those hips to use and just come fuck me?” His hips stilled, the embarrassment on being caught hit him, hard, but your offer made up for it and soon he was scrambling up to your level.
Doyoung somehow tripped over himself, losing balance and landing on top of you. “Eager, huh?” His clothed dick rubbed against your cunt as he pushed himself even closer to you. Doyoung was drooling, and you felt him place wet kisses along your neck, occasionally sucking.
He kept searching your neck for that specific spot, not stopping until he felt you’re his buck up and a soft moan to leave your parted lips. Doyoung chuckled and you rubbed against his dick harder, causing his laugh to be interrupted by a hoarse moan.
“Don’t get cocky Doie. You haven’t even fucked me yet.” He looked up at you from your neck and pushed himself off of you. He stood up and removed his clothes, baring his body to you, including his cock, which was painfully hard and had pre-cum dribbling out of the red tip.
“Please, let me fuck you. I need to feel you.” Doyoung was lowering himself to be closer to you. “Please Doie, need you inside.” You gave him a smile to encourage him, as well as to help melt the nervousness brewing inside him.
Doyoung looked at your face to decipher if your words were sincere and then looked down to align himself to your awaiting hole.
He pushed in and as soon as your walls constricted around his throbbing cock, his eyes were rolling back. “You feel so good. Been thinking about this for so long.” He dropped his head down to your chest and latched onto your nipple.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you moaned as the multiple sources of pleasure were taking over your body.
You knew that you weren’t going to last much longer and that’s the only thing you feared, Doyoung made you this way. Feral almost.
“Fuck, Doie, I’m gonna cum soon. Please cum with me. Cum in me, please.” His head shot up from your chest and he asked, “Are you sure?”
You nodded and stroked his back, “I wanna feel you even more.” His hips sped up, determined to get the both of you at your releases at the same time.
One of his hands disappeared from by your head and traveled down your body and to your clit. Rubbing the nub caused you to clench even more which pushed Doyoung’s release to hit him. The feeling of the first rope of his cum entering you triggered you to fall over the edge as well.
Throwing your head back, your entire body tensed up as heat took over you and blood reached your ears.
Doyoung’s thrusts slowed down and eventually stopped completely. Barely able to hold himself up anymore, he lowered himself onto you completely and maneuvered the both of you to be on your sides, still facing each other.
“Wow, that was, wow.” He looked at you with nothing, but adoration and you giggled and kissed his lips softly.
You looked at Doyoung and thought about the perfect relationship you had laid out in from of you. The sex you just had was hands down the best, no because it resulted in the strongest orgasm, but because it was the first time you had sex with someone you truly loved.
“Never hesitate to want me Doyoung. I can promise you; I want you too.”
BETTER THAN GOLD (TEASER)
Synopsis: Taeyong cleared his throat, “your dad will be fine but you. The princess needs to face the consequences.”
Every good thing comes with a price.
Pairing:Taeyong x Doyoung x Jaehyun x f!reader
Genre: Angst, Business, Romance, Smut
W/c: not yet
Warnings: mention of drinking and smoking, poor and rich, name calling. Rest warnings will be later in the original plot.
Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!
you are different from them. There’s nothing common between you and them. They should hangout with each other but you are not allowed there. You are being told repeatedly that they are like the royals and you are just a commoner. But why though? Can’t you be friends with them? You didn’t mind the rich and poor before you met them but now you envy them. They get every single respect and recognition unlike you who is under shadows.
Shadows of them.
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It all started when your father moved to this new city because he told you that this new place would be a better place for his job opportunities. You and your mother were really happy for this and it gave you hope that the future ahead of you would be a better one. Your family doesn’t need to be in poverty anymore and your days of struggle will be over. You will be living a happy life with no worry and regrets.
But you forgot one thing people said.
Everything comes with a price. If one problem gets solved then another problem rises up.
Your dad got invited to a grand hotel from his new workplace and you wondered how is he being treated like this. You are not complaining but getting surprised. You have never been to such grand and luxurious places before and deep down you are excited and wondering what it would be like to experience such things.
Will you be considered rich or you are still being treated as low class?
“Dad…”
He hummed while tightening his belt around his waist and looked at you through the mirror. He sent you a warm smile and you returned the gesture.
“Isn’t it suspicious that they are inviting you to this place when you are not even a part of the project team.”
“Y/n… I have told you that they are my friends and they are just helping me. Why are you so suspicious of them. We are having such a good life because of them and we should be grateful.” Your dad stated and turned towards you.
You nodded but still you are a bit hesitant to go to this place because of a foreign feeling lingering on your skin. You always trust your dad and if he was telling you to not think about it then you should not.
“I have never been to such places.” You whispered under your breath but your father chuckled on hearing you.
He walked towards you and sat beside you, “come on my child. Cheer up. If you have never been then atleast now you are able to attend such parties. Everything will be fine. Promise.”
Promise…
“Okay.” You and your dad smiled towards each each other.
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“Hello Mr. Kang, Welcome to the party. I hope you have arrived safely and have you brought your daughter?” Mr. Kim greeted and your dad nudged you to come closer.
You were already anxious about the situation because of the grand spacious hall with richness and lavishness radiating everywhere even the dirts under the shoes and all the stares from people surrounding you.
You smiled and bowed towards thim, “Hello, myself Kang Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
Two other men also joined the scene and they had the same cheerful expression on their faces. Their welcoming gestures were calming your nervousness.
The other two also introduced themselves as Mr. Lee and Mr. Jung.
The three of your father’s friends had one attraction in common. Richness. The expensive suits and their great businessman aura was radiating off from them and your dad was looking like a mere corporate worker in front of them. But friends don’t let their money to come between their friendship and you should be grateful that wherever you are today, it’s because of them.
They studied in same school, they had same childhood then why your dad was the only one to suffer. It’s because he was greedy and he ran after money without working hard. But they chose patience and day by day they earned their position like this. Your dad has now learned the lesson. But are they same like before? They will still consider your dad to be that friend when they had nothing. Right?
“Hey dad…I was going upstairs and we won’t be eating here… And who is he?”
“Hey Kang, meet my son Lee Taeyong. And son this is my childhood friend I told you about, Mr. Kang.” Mr. Lee stood up from his chair from around the round table and came behind his son, patting his back he gestured him to bow.
His son rolled his eyes but still bowed to your dad in a bored expression. Your dad smiled but you didn’t. Your curious eyes watching his movements.
Rude.
His eyes locked with yours and you were expecting his bored eyes but the corner of his lips curled up. The sharp facial features were reflecting the expensive light and texture of the hall. His smooth skin and piercing eyes with the sharp jaw was a perfect combination for the grand name: LEE TAEYONG.
“Who is she?” He pointed towards you.
You were surprised that he even asked about you. You were trying to be out of spotlight but still he noticed you. Nothing. Just because you were sitting beside the man to whom his father introduced him.
“She is Mr. Kang’s daughter. Your new best friend.”
He chuckled and then laughed before glaring at you, “I don’t even know her and she is not even my friend and you are already referring her as my best friend? No way you are being serious, dad.”
“Don’t say like this. They are our guest. He is my bestfriend. Like the way you are friends with them, I hope you can be friends with her too.”
Like the way you are friends with them, you can be friends with her too.
Mr. Lee was serious and his son poked inside of the cheek with his tongue. He was annoyed but with whom.
Mr. Jung spoke up, “hey Taeyong, she is getting bored here among the dad talks so it’s better to take her upstairs with you all, I hope you all will get along well.”
Get along well with him? No way.
Mr. Kim nodded in agreement and Mr. Lee excitedly glanced at his son. His son was about to argue but his father’s stare made him shut.
Mr. Kim called you closer to Taeyong and with small steps, you stood beside him and gulped down the anger.
Did he despise you so much because you are not rich like him?
Taeyong extended his hand but as soon as you reached your hand to hold it, he smirked before pulling it to himself and said, “oh princess. I’m not here to escort you. Remember your place. You are just here because of my dad and I’m showing you the way to where we have to go.”
No one could hear him because others were already at the table and the music was atleast loud enough to make his low heavy voice inaudible to other people around him.
You just wanted to punch him but you curled your fingers into a fist by your side. He didn’t wait to see your glares but already started walking towards the fancy stairs. You were hesitating and thinking to go back to the table. But you didn’t want to give excuses to them and to have them a different impression of your dad.
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Reaching a green door, he didn’t even knock but pushed open it. He looked back and gestured you with his head to enter the room. His tilted head and tongue licking the lips with the black hairs falling over his eyes was screaming at you, the most perfect man you have ever seen.
As soon as you stepped inside, the room had a strong smell of smoke and alcohol. You wanted to puke but just gulped the lump.
“What are you doing here?”
You got startled by the sudden voice and looked towards the side to see one man sitting on a sofa scrolling through the phone with a cigarette between his fingers. Everytime he was blowing in, the dimples were pointing out on his handsome face. Beside him, the one with wide eyes and a wine bottle in his hand staring at you. The one who questioned you.
“I have asked you something. No one is allowed here so get out.”
“I-i’m here—“
“Meet our little friend. Miss Kang Y/n.”
Friend? Huh!
The one who was smoking also looked up from his phone and all the stares from three of them was overwhelming you.
You started picking your nails and your hands got swatted away by the one who was smoking, he glared at you and threw the cigarette away. He was so tall that he was towering over you. You were feeling intimidated under their gaze but still you were doing your best to stray strong.
“Don’t do that. It can cause infections.”
You nodded, “it’s okay. It’s just—“
“Don’t think that I’m caring for you. We don’t want to get sick because of you.”he harshly replied before scanning you up and down.
“Oh come on. Be nice with her. Our dad told us to get along with her or this princess would complain about us to her dear daddy. Poor daddy. Can he buy a handkerchief to wipe off your tears?” Taeyong had a wide smirk across his face.
You had enough.
“Well it’s good that my dad is poor and not rich like yours. Maybe We live in poverty but atleast we have better manners and respect for others unlike you who are blinded by luxury. Actually you all can’t even differ between love and money. Emotional feelings and materialistic satisfaction are two different things. But you can’t see the real emotions because of material emotions. You all have an artificial soul built by the expenses and royalty.”
The one who was still drinking at the sofa laughed out loud. The smoker was staring down at you and Taeyong folding his hands beside you was now glaring at you.
“Do you have angel eyes to see all these? Don’t think that if you were rich then you wouldn’t have been like this. You can’t even know the air we breath because you can’t even be in our place ever. This No.1 company in this city was built by our dads, I’m the son of Mr. Kim. Everybody knows me here, Kim Doyoung and everybody looks up to me.”
The named Doyoung glared at you in the end before chugging down some alcohol.
“If you go downstairs and say my name Jung Jaehyun. Then you can see all the ladies will turn their heads to get a glimpse of me. Everyone try to marry off their daughter to me so that they can have my dad Mr. Jung as their business partner and their daughters would be happy to marry their dream guy.”
Jaehyun smirked in the end and leaned to the wall near him.
Finally Taeyong spoke up as if he was waiting for the chance, “Nothing can be more valuable than money, princess. Status can change everything. The facade of innocence that you have will be ripped off the day you will sit on the throne. But fake princesses don’t get the royalty. Only the gold ones get it.”
You scoffed and glared at each one of them.
“I would rather be a person with good morals, good reputation with others, instead of with rich material things which can be here today and gone tomorrow. Riches cannot buy you true love or true lasting happiness.”
“Riches can buy us everything, Y/n.”
Hearing your name from Taeyong shifted something inside you as if you were in a trance earlier. You licked your lips.
“If those riches can buy me true love and happiness then It’s better than gold.”you stared at them.
“Do you think you are better than gold?” Jaehyun asked you.
“Yes I am.”
You turned on your heels and bumped Taeyong’s side, you knew it would make him annoyed and it did.
Doyoung shouted, “where are you going?”
“You only said earlier that no one is allowed here then I should assume that I am un-welcomed. And if you want to take revenge for this like whatever I have said and made you angry with pointing at your attitudes then show it on me. Don’t do anything to my dad.”
Doyoung leaned back and smirked, “are you scared? Oh wait are you requesting something to me, to us? I really can’t hear you.”
You cursed under your breath because that earlier the rush of adrenaline made you lose your temper but you didn’t think of your dad at the time that it could harm your dad’s situation. They might can do any conspiracy to kick your dad out from the job.
“Oh the angel is silent now. Who was being so strong a few moments earlier?” Jaehyun’s mocking voice earning laughs from the other two and your tears were threatening to fall.
The sweet names ‘Angel’, ‘Princess’ are so lovable to be greeted by but they were calling out to you in mockery. They were having fun because you were having happy life at their mercy.
Taeyong cleared his throat, “your dad will be fine but you. The princess needs to face the consequences.”
Every good thing comes with a price.
COMING SOON…
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first time together | s a by @httpjeon
beast | f s a by @ephemeralkookie
put your head on my shoulder | f s by @joonkookiemonster
distractions | s by @1kook
breathe | f s a by @ephemeralkookie
no title | s by @thirstybtsthoughts
sleepy | f s by @floralseokjin
over the edge | s by @kpopfanfictrash
warm me up | f s by @pjm-com
slightly jealous | f s by @floralseokjin
hotel room | s by @jungkookiebus
indulgence | f s by @ppersonna
hush | s by @aureumjeon
attachment: 1 image | s by @1kook
// crybaby 1 2 3 | f s by @lavishedinjimin
thigh time | f s by @zibermuda
be mine | a f s by @staerrylights
wake up call | s by @junghelioseok
trippin’ | s f by @koophoriia
netflix and chill | f s by @1kook
stay professional | s a f by @btsfanficss
my time | f s by @jjkxla
edacity | f s by @jjungkooksthighs
red sus | f s by @untaemedqueen
skirt chaser | f s by @1kook
banana pancakes | f s by @softyoongiionly
no title | s by @lavishedinjimin
in your eyes | f s a by @sweetaesuga
the jorts | f s by @gukslut
just one kiss | f s by @bangtsblossom
on camera | s by @agustdiv1ne
bounce | s by @jeonsweetpea
yugyeom
tape 69 | f s by @jj-ktae
haechan
i want it and i f*cking got it | f s by @alreadyblondenow
// 37.5 viewers rating | a f s by @gohyuck
no title | f s by @jaemsins
lucas
all my first | f s m by @loviejaehyun
somnophilia | s by @moonlit-jeno no title | s by @skzctnightnight
off limits | f s by @heartachetosing
drunk in love | f s by @clubyukhei
taeyong
mellifluous | s by @jaeminscoffee
on and off | f a s by @alreadyblondenow
suckers | f a s by @neo-cult-ure
gamer antics | s by @sakuurae
loose ends | a f s by @dreaminghaos
anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe!
please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet.
if the links won’t work and i labelled some fics wrong please let me know and i’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!
have a merry christmas and a happy new year everyone!!!
fic rec v ♡
it’s finally christmas break and i have a lot of timeee, although i still have one school work that I have to pass next year but whatever, i wanna enjoy my christmas break hehe.
this is a new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.
read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡
a for angst
f for fluff
s for smut
// for series or list
kpop oc/s
choi elle by @twicelle
jaehyun
push and pull | a s f by @baobaojng
[19:21] | a by @moonttaeil
내게돌아와 1 2 3 | f a by @dejvns
the one with the keycard | f by @mistymark
you don’t deserve me | f a s by @timelvss
the prince’s mistake | a by @jungsin
ceo!jaehyun 1 2 | f by @nsheetee
honesty is the best policy | s f a by @chocojaehyun
no title | s by @smutbymia
five more minutes by @sehunniepotwrites
red | s by @euphoricsunflowers
headbands | f by @okayoonoh
unsuspecting activities | f s by @yer-cute-when-you-scream
gifts galore | f s by @nctsworld
[12:02 am] | s by @neoct-zen
[6:42] | s by @neoct-zen
my little pea | f by @kireimarkeu
online cuddles | f by @jaehyunsuh
[8:14] | f by @nctauvision
no title | s by @ncteaxhoe
// 34+35 | s by @jaehyunspeachparty
[n’- 198] | fby @solcheeky
after wedding shenanigans | f s by @jaeminscoffee
// babies in the snow | f by @jaehyunspeachparty
chocolatey anniversary | f by @neoiovebot
glasses | f by @multikpopwriter
jungkook
golden | f a by @casuallyimagining
can we recover | by @bts-hyperfixation
daydreams | s by @voidswan
no title by | a f @angelguk
savage love | s by @whatifyoulivelikethat
cancelled | s by @zibermuda
stay quiet | s by @hobidreams
action: fucking on the edge | s by @prolixitae
flower tattoo | f s by @writerofbts
hurts good | s f a by @mercurygguk
midnight fun | f s by @mercurygguk
lock & key | f a by @farfromsugafanfic
salacious ink | f s by @minsugams
little swan | f s by @ephemeralkookie
just ask | s f by @evilkookie
pretty boy | s f by @inkedtae
eros | s by @inkedtae
my type | s by @guktro
yummy | s by @btsracket
light wash | s by @btsracket
milk and cookies | s by @btsracket
mutual | s by @seokjxnnie
no title | s by @jungkookiebus
quiet rides | f s by @inkedtae
// day after day | s f a by @fakeleaves
to the moon and back | a f by @adonis-koo
hair | f by @seakay05
and a hard place: meet the parents | f by @minloop
unapologetic aegyo | s by @minloop
something comforting | f by @yeojaa
jungwoo
[8:21] | f by @dejvns
jeno
no title | f by @ncteaxhoe
[12:29] | f s by @hyucksong
lullaby | f by @jungnoir
there’s no place like you| f s by @sehunniepotwrites
baby it’s cold inside | f s by @alreadyblondenow
day 33 | s by @seungmoomin
to love and to cherish | f a by @j-woosderland
love shot | f by @raibebe
lucas
there’s stars in your eyes, my love | f by @chwetuan
no title | s by @papergirllife
lessons | f s by @neosincity
unwrapping you | s f by @alreadyblondenow
haechan
silent treatment | f a by @hyucksie
all of our friends know | f a s by @renjunfromthestars
petty fights | f a by @neoiovebot
mark
memories of you | a by @leesmrk
1:01 am | f by @imjustuhhvibing
behind the bright stage | a by @neoiovebot
doyoung
what do we do know? | f by @okayoonoh
the trust fun baby 1 2 | f a s by @moonttaeil
say ‘yes’ to me | f by @neo-culture-taste
no title | f by @lebrookestore
siblings? with haechan? ...no, not him. never | f by @unmanageable-day
johnny
another clothing haul video | f by @neo-culture-taste
no title | s by @xiaomoon
no title | f s by @jenomark
[22:15] | f by @moonttaeil
not over yet | f by @jeongvision
34+35 | f s by @kkuljaehyun
no title | f by @saturnznct
a day in the suh household | f by @neoiovebot
no title | f by @neo-couture
fish day saturday | f by @helstrome
taehyung
singularity | s f by @jungkookiebus
baby, i | f s a by @jiminsfault
direct messagae | f by @out-of-jams
enough games | f s by @inkedtae
ruin you | f s byb @ephemeralkookie
sungchan
luckier | f by @rosyrenjun
yugyeom
super in love | f by @bubblebeom
yoongi
baby’s first crush | f by @hobisbeautifulass
jaemin
short and sweet | f s by @markresonates
anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe!
please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet.
if the links won’t work and i labelled some fics wrong please let me know and i’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!
have a merry christmas and a happy new year everyone!!!
fic rec vi ♡
hi!
this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.
made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.
read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡
a for angst
f for fluff
s for smut
// for series or list
nct
jeno
no title by @tyongf-nct | s
- smut blurb.
body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f
- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.
lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f
- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.
jaehyun
[10:30] by @moonttaeil |
- a lockdown moment.
[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a
- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.
[11:41] by @jeongvision | f
- family time with apples.
just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s
- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.
love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a
- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.
moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a
- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.
sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a
- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?
snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f
- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.
lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s
- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.
jungwoo
one more time, please by @haequarius | f s
- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.
jealous by @whiplashsan | s
- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.
doyoung
sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s
- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.
no title by @ncteaxhoe | s
- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.
the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f
- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au
lucas
exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f
- smut but with a fluffy ending.
for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f
- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.
6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f
- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.
10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f
- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.
16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s
- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.
missed you by @tokyobts | a f
- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.
johnny
34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s
- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.
i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a
- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.
what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s
- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.
laundry day by @immabiteyou | s
- a domestic fluffy smut.
make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a
- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.
want it all by @sluttyten | f s
- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.
sungchan
wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a
- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.
2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f
- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.
haechan
14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f
- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.
prince’s order by @nsheetee | f
- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.
sweet treat by @markresonates | s
- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.
clingy by @love-mi | f
- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times
mark
hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f
- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.
taeyong
snow storm by @whereisten | f s
- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.
1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f
- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!
bts
taehyung
is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s
- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?
cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f
- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((
art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f
- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D
gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s
- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)
birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |
- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.
jungkook
cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s
- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)
unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s
- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.
‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a
- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.
in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a
- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.
bad influence by @noteguk | s
- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.
jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f
- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook
special affair by @1oserjk | f
- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing
fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s
- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.
abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f
- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.
badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f
- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.
growing by @lesgetittkookie | f
- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.
quiet, baby by @bratkook | s
- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.
still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s
- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.
desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s
- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.
chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s
- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.
lover boy by @jingukk | f
- jungkook likes you. a lot.
unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f
- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.
string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s
- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.
no title by @himbojk | f s
- dilf jk.
astro
eunwoo
ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean
no title by @yutopiada | f
- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.
disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f
- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.
baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f
- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.
got7
yugyeom
cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f
- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!
txt
soobin
a special night by @gyuluster | f
- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.
boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f
- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.
sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s
- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.
cake by @immabiteyou | s
- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.
kpop oc/s
seri by @ggukkiedae
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See you later? To where sir? 🥹
on my knees | doyoung (m)
pairing. kim doyoung x fem!reader
synopsis. It’s just a one night stand, what could go wrong?
content. smut, hint of fluff
words. 3k
author's note. this is just a drabble! enjoy <3
You were at loss for words at what happened today. You could not believe how the proposal that you made failed not because of you but for other reasons.
“Hey, cheer up a little! I bet Chief would make your team present again. That’s very unlike you to fail, you know.” Mark says as he nudges your shoulder. You looked at him with tired eyes and uttered, “Yeah, and I might need to work hard.”
“Babe, you don’t always have to work hard. Whatever your answer will be, you’re joining us tonight.”
Your brows meeting in confusion and then you realized, “No, no no, Mark!”
It was too late for you to protest when Jungwoo has his arm around your shoulder, “Y/N, don’t be such a pussy. Let’s just go to the usual bar, we’ll just drink—”
You shook your head vehemently, “The last time I did that, I almost got ran over by a car.”
“Almost.” Mark repeats as you look over to him with a glare. Then he continues, “And you were technically with Haechan so that’s why what happened.”
“Come on, the presentation’s next week and you have nothing to do so why not? We’ll take care of you, we promise.”
The promise that Jungwoo told you flew by the window the moment you were greeted with red lights, circled leather seats and men with some corporate attires. Those who are in their party dresses were dancing hard, while the distinguished men and women were only on their tables, or on the second floor probably judging everyone by the blinding lights.
You wore a sleeveless dress underneath your coat and so you fit in quite well on both sides. The distinguished and who wants to party real hard.
Spotting Haechan on a vacant table was such an eye-sore, he’s already smiling from ear to ear as he saw you, Mark and Jungwoo approaching the table.
“See? I told you I’d reserve a table for us!” He shouts as he motions his hand on the circle-shaped leather table.
Yeri waved at you as she got back from the dancefloor, you can tell she had shots already. “Hi! Glad you came.” She casually says as she shoves Haechan on the side to sit beside you. You smiled at her, already feeling better at the atmosphere.
Tequila was your kind of thing, and it was always heaven to you whenever you feel the pint of liquor running down your throat. It was the time to socialize and dance like nobody’s watching. You haven’t paid attention to Mark and Jungwoo who’s now singing and dancing on everyone that they know. Haechan was nowhere to be seen, and you were left on the table with the eagerness to socialize and at least forget what happened just for today.
You already discarded your coat, now only with your black sleeveless fitted dress just above your knees. You strut your way to the dancefloor, already swaying your hips to the beat.
Closing your eyes and running your hands through your body while swaying your hips side to side made you smile knowingly. This is life.
There are literally two different kinds of people, the ones who drown themselves in books and in liquors. Sadly for you, you found joy in doing both.
As you dance with the women and men around you, your eyes roam around. He’s been eyeing you all night, but he still didn’t approach you. His silhouette was so pretty when the lights don’t go around him, and when the lights do hits his face, it make him look more mysterious. His jaw was defined every time he tilts his head and talked to another person. You were sure he could ruin you tonight.
Excusing yourself from the crowd, you found a way to go near him. He was still talking to someone, he glanced at you as you smoothly walk your way beside him, asking the bartender for a drink.
Were you always this confident? Yes, you were.
You bumped yourself in his shoulders, pretending to.
“Oh gosh, sorry!” You utter as you lowered your head, slightly fluttering your lashes while looking up at him. You heard the man he was talking to excused himself.
“Are you alright? Drunk already?” He asks as he faces you properly.
You shook your head and chuckled, “No, definitely not.”
The corner of his lips lifts up for a smile, "I'm Doyoung, by the way."
He offers his hand and you gladly accepted it, "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."
You felt his warm hand as you shook hands. It was all too sudden when he grabs your hand and you hold your breath, your faces already an inch closer.
Doyoung chuckles lowly as he whispers on your ear, "I couldn't hear you so," he blurts out an excuse. And you, the ever confident that you are, tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck.
You let out a breath, "Yeah?"
Doyoung bit his lowerlip at your taunting. He inhales your scent and he ran the tip of his nose on your neck making you shiver.
You knew you had him right where you wanted him. And he knew that too.
"My place is just near." Doyoung weakly suggests, his other hand already circling on your back, attempting to go lower.
"And?" You ask, your palm resting on his chest.
"Let me make you feel good." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he lets his lips linger on your neck. You were craving for him.
"Take me away, please."
Your consent was Doyoung's cue to grab you by your hand to exit the club.
It was supposed to be a quick excruciating ride, but your hands wandered on his thigh, occationally palming him thru his slacks.
"Fuck," Doyoung was getting hard while you were touching him and without hesitations, you zipped it open. Finding a way to pull down his boxers as his hard cock springs free.
He was driving carefully, brows meeting and his eyes almost closing as he feels you lick the tip experimentally.
"Can't wait, huh? Eager for my cock?" Doyoung groans as he sees you go down on him, taking more inch of his cock in your mouth.
You didn't noticed the car already stopped, and you were lifting your head to see that you are both in the building's parking lot.
"Suck it," Doyoung's low voice registers in your mind as you do what he wants. His hand taking a fistful of your hair.
You hallow your cheeks to take all of him, the sound of his groans and moans keeps you from gagging.
"Shit, that's it."
You let out a squeak when Doyoung controls your pace, bobbing your head up and down at an insane speed. The sound of your wet mouth and Doyoung's tip hitting your throat made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, only breathing when Doyoung pulls you up by your hair.
"Up."
One word from Doyoung got you scrambling on your heels. You were fixing your dress as you got out of his car, you see him also running his hand through his hair and his painfully hard cock was zipped back in his slacks.
You both walked to the elevator, going inside. As if the ride inside was too suffocating and the fact that Doyoung's house is on the top floor. Of course, it's on the fucking top floor.
He was just breathing heavily beside you, his body leaning on the elevator wall as you also do the same.
The ride was too long and so when the elevator dings, Doyoung grabbed you as you step outside, pinning you on the wall.
"Eager, hm?" You chuckle, repeating what he said lately. He only smirks and dives in to take your mouth, ravaging like it's his.
You moaned at the sensation, your tongues fighting for dominance. Doyoung was too sure that no one would dare to barge in his penthouse, and so doing it in the vast hallway was too convenient for him.
He runs his hand on your body, stopping at your thighs. He gets a hold of the hem of your dress, tugging it upwards until your waist.
Never in your dreams you would see a man so willing to get on his knees just to taste you. Doyoung was already leveled with your clothed core.
With nothing to hold on to, you seeked purchase in Doyoung's jet black hair, having the pleasure to hold on to it.
Doyoung's free hand sneaks on your lacy underwear, pushing it to the side, revealing your wet pussy.
"All for me?" Whispering under his breath, you nodded vehemently.
You never thought you could never go crazy over a man giving you a sensation as he attaches his lips on your folds. Licking a stripe.
"Please, please, please,"
The pleasure was too much when Doyoung swipes his tongue in your folds again, his free hand with his finger already penetrating your entrance making you whimper.
Doyoung's finger slides right in with how wet you are he groans to the feeling of your warm walls, thinking how good would it feel if it was his cock.
He adds another finger again while he presses his thumb on your clit making you arch your back and whine.
"Fuck, fuck, right there, don't stop." You pant as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot.
"Gonna come for my fingers, yeah?" Doyoung only looks up at you with lust in his eyes as you nod, the tight knot on your stomach was the sign and your legs trembles as you cum.
"That's a good girl," Doyoung smoothes a hand on your thigh as he stands up, his fingers are wet with your slick.
He only looks at you while you were still in a daze, he also took the initiative by suddenly carrying you in a bridal style making you surprised.
Doyoung places you on the bed carefully as he also fixes your dress, and now that you're out of the euphoria, you grabbed his wrist when he was about to leave you.
He only looks down at you, and you speak. "What about you?"
Only showing a soft smile, "You look tired and sleepy. How do you think we can get this going, baby?" He was in his softest tone and you didn't want that. It made you want him more than ever, you don't want him to be nice, you want him to be hard on you. Real hard.
"I- I'm not tired or anything. I just-- I'm aching for you to be inside me."
That took Doyoung by surprise. His horniness flew away when he saw you in the verge of passing out when you cummed, but the fire came back when you said the words.
It happened too quickly, he was on top of you again. Skirting your dress up till your chest, he marvels at your hard peaks as he takes a nipple in his mouth. His hand goes lower to take your panties off, with the help of lifting your waist.
You tentatively reaches for his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping it and Doyoung helps you to take it off, as well as his boxers.
He groaned as you hold his angry tip, your thumb playing on his head. He crouches and slowly kisses the side of your mouth, his knees in between your legs, prying them apart.
"Condom?" Doyoung weakly suggests.
"I'm on the pill."
That was heaven to his ears, he deliciously sucks on your lower lip and lifts himself up, discarding his shirt.
You marveled at his toned chest, his ripped abs was before your very eyes. Your hand was on his chest, resting and caressing.
Doyoung gives his cock a stroke, aligning it with your entrance. His other hand holding one of your legs in the air.
You shuddered when Doyoung inserts the tip, and eventually pushes another inch of him inside you making you whimper.
"So...fucking tight." Doyoung groans and leans over your frame, now cradling your cheek as he pushes it all the way in.
"Oh my god,"
Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hits your spot. He was looking at your pleasured face, your eyes closing and jaw slack.
Doyoung bottoms out, receiving a loud whine from you as you hold on to his arm. He chuckles lowly and thrusts it back inside with precise speed and hardness.
"God, fuck. You're taking me so well."
You were lost in the pleasure and another knot is forming in your stomach as you keep your eyes shut and the occational rolling of your eyes to the back of your head. Doyoung notices and he places a hand on your neck, putting pressure on it.
You weakly open your eyes, looking at Doyoung. He was plowing into you with unfaltering speed, the pressure on your neck making you choke out a plea.
"Cum inside me, please, please."
Doyoung staggered, he curses and leans down to capture your mouth again, caging you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Strings of curses and sweet nothings were whispered on your ear as Doyoung helds on to you, thrusting into you hard.
Your legs quivered, your warm wet walls clenching on Doyoung's cock was enough to make him burst.
His cock twitches as he lets out a strangled moan, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He whispers into you as your legs keep on shaking, you hold on to him for your dear life.
He keeps rutting into you, prolonging both of your orgasm. Detaching himself from you, he lets out a satisfied sigh as he lies down beside you.
And you, the exhausting and pleasure got you. You dozed off, not noticing how Doyoung placed his warm lips on your cheek.
You woke up with a warm fuzzy feeling, and an arm wrapped around you. You were wearing some shirt, and a fresh underwear.
Doyoung was in deep sleep, his breath warm on your cheek.
Fuck. Last night was so good.
But you had to get away, early and fast. You don't know how stupid you were leaving your jacket and even your bag in the club.
Careful not to wake him up, you slowly got out from the bed. His thigh and arm were heavy as you lift them off of you.
He wasn't wearing anything on top, yet you can feel that he's already in his sweats.
You hurriedly find your dress at the single couch, you changed into it and fixed yourself, even had the decency to wash your face.
Looking at Doyoung for the last time before you exit his house, you smiled. It was good until it lasted.
And yes, you had his shirt. You wouldn't know why you did that, obviously stealing but who cares? It's just a white shirt.
You got home that day and changed into something new. As you arrived at the office, a bunch of noise and groans was what you heard.
"What the fuck, Y/N?" Jungwoo approaches you.
"I told you not to worry, I saw her getting out with a man, and she was not intoxicated to I let her." Mark says, proud of himself cause he knows you got dicked down, the smile on your face says it all.
Haechan passes you your bag as you thanked him with a sweet smile.
"So, how was it?" They asked in unison as you broke out a laugh.
"Sooo fucking good! I needed that. Thanks for convincing me." You winked at them as you sat down on your cubicle.
Just as you were teased and settled down on your seat. Greetings were heard outside your team's office. Maybe their CEO were doing rounds in every office and you all shrugged it off.
Mark and Haechan continued to babble about last night as you and Jungwoo listened, and also laughed at their exchange.
The door swings open, you all stood up attentively.
It revealed Taeyong Lee and catching up with him was Doyoung.
Who?
Doyoung...
Doyoung...
Doyoung?
Fuck.
Your smile automatically dropped, Mark noticing it as he held his laughter.
"Good morning, everyone! This is Kim Doyoung. Our new stockholder, he's also my good friend so I trust him completely."
Doyoung only lifts the side of his lips for a smile, a teasing smile.
"He will be here for a while and he also has his own office. The vacant one beside mine and the conference room--- ah, he will be joining us later for the meeting. His company is stringed to mine." Your CEO lets out a chuckle as Jungwoo, Mark and Haechan politely introduces themselves. Shooking hands with Doyoung.
You were still confused and shocked when you got up to him, with a frantic heart beat and the lingering touch of Doyoung in every part of you, you looked up at him.
"Hello, sir. I'm Y/N."
He smiles, a full pledged smile as he nods.
"I know, we've met." He says, shaking your hands with emphasis, announcing to everyone that you've met.
"Are you okay? Had a good rest?" Doyoung queries, obviously teasing you.
You bit your lip, "Yes. How about you?"
You both were literally flirting in front of them.
"I had a very good night." He says as he looks around and Taeyong was too occupied with this and that, not noticing how his friend just teased you confusingly.
"Alright! That's it. You can go back to your work now," Taeyong says cheerfully as you all respond with a, "Yes sir."
"I'll see you later." Doyoung shoots you a knowing look and nods at you, as well as everyone. And once they were out, Mark cheered.
"Mark. Not a single word."
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🍸 PORNSTAR MARTINI ✮ ˎˊ˗
warnings | MDNI alcohol consumption, recklessness (pls don't do this irl), big dick doyoung agenda, oral m receiving, dom-leaning/switchy dy, degradation + praise, unprotected sex, doyoung is filthy and calls you his pornstar word count | 5k a/n | this literally started out as a timestamp. i really intended this to be just pure smut and something quick to write but what do you know.
10:33PM
it's your—what—second? third? cocktail of the night and you’re convinced that you’re still as sober the second you walked into this bar.
you trace over the rim of your empty glass with the tip of your middle finger mindlessly, your other arm hanging off the rest of the stool. with every loop that you make, the annoyance within you grows.
you can count the amount of customers in here on two hands, and on one if you’re only taking into account who’s actually sat at the bar. yet, the bartender’s attention is solely focused on the group of men sat on the opposite end of the counter.
3 of them are sat down while the last one stands, leaning forward on the glass counter. you can’t make out what they’re saying, but by the looks of it, you can probably assume that they’re regulars here.
this pisses you off even more.
you stare into the back of the bartender’s head, thinking that maybe if you tried hard enough, you could will him over here.
instead of willing him to turn his head, one of the men sat down in the group looks over at you. you glance back at him, and seeing as he doesn’t look away, you don’t either.
the man only holds out for a moment longer before he snaps his head away. with how far he is and the moody lighting, you can only barely make out what he looks like, but you swear he was smirking as he looked away.
great.
well, you suppose that this could be another way to get yourself another drink—the drink that you wanted to order about 15 minutes ago now.
in your head, you start counting down the 60 seconds that you’re predicting it will take before smirky stranger gets up and comes over to you.
you drop your eyes down onto the empty basin of your glass, wrapping your fingers around the stem and rocking it back and forth in your hand. as you reach 1, you catch the movement in your peripheral of someone pushing their bar stool out and getting up from over there.
as the man walks all the way down the bar over to you, you choose to pretend you don’t notice any of this.
“hey.”
you tilt your head. your eyes drag up the torso of the man slowly before scanning his face until you meet his eyes. he’s not bad looking.
“yes?” you raise your eyebrows, a somewhat critical look in your eyes.
now that he’s closer to you, you can see clearly the smirk that he’s wearing on his face as he leans on the counter with his forearm. “you here alone?” he swipes a stray strand of hair away from his forehead as he asks.
“does it matter?” you tuck your chin inwards slightly, eyes directly looking up at him.
the man hangs his head forward as he chuckles lightly. you notice him fidgeting with the ring on his hand.
“i like you,” he says, meeting your eyes again.
you sit back as far as you can on the bar stool. the leg you have over the other bounces rhythmically as you return to drawing circles over your glass.
you study the man’s face. the cockiness that he wears is one you know all too well. his unearned confidence seen in the way he’s standing lazily.
you glance at the ring on his finger, then back up at him, “what does your wife think about that?”
the expression on his face doesn’t slip. usually, that particular rhetorical question catches them off-guard, but without even missing a beat, he answers, “does it matter?”
the movement of your leg ceases. unable to tell whether he’s being sarcastic or not, you squeeze out a weak smile before getting off your stool. quickly grabbing your phone and your purse in one hand, you head past the man to the door of the bathrooms on the opposite wall—leaving him standing by the bar alone.
you hear the man calling out after you. as you make your way past his entourage on the other end of the bar, chuckles and murmurs can be heard from behind you. actively ignoring his yells, you head straight into the bathrooms without glancing back once, calling out, “i don’t fuck married losers,” before you disappear inside.
if you thought the bar was too dark before, the bathrooms do you one better. the wall tiles are black; the floors are glossy, and black; everything that you can see is painted black—with the exception of the golden sconces next to the mirrors over the sinks. but the light emanating from them is so dim they may as well not exist.
you balance your phone on top of the soap dispenser. rummaging through your purse, your fingers dig for the rectangular tube of lipstick in there; it being black as well really doesn’t help you out. and the fact that your head is starting to feel like the beginning stages of an implosion doesn’t benefit you much, either.
you finally pick out the small tube from your purse, uncapping it instinctively. you hold the lipstick in one hand as the other grips onto the edge of the sink, allowing you to lean forward into the mirror without toppling yourself over.
you go over your lips with the pigment as carefully as you can, perhaps too carefully. when you’re done, you drop the tube back inside your purse as you pull away from the mirror.
running a hand through your hair, you analyse your reflection. in your judgement, you think you can still pass for sober.
grabbing your phone, you hesitate before going back out again. what if the man’s still in your place?
whatever.
if he is, then you’ll take it as a sign to leave and go to another bar, pub, club—whatever—at least the bartenders there might actually do their job.
there’s a sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach as you pull the door open. a feeling that’s quickly replaced by relief when you see the lack of boisterous men at the bar table.
you make your way over to where they previously were. sliding back up onto the stool, you wave over the now free bartender.
“a pornstar martini, please,” you say, trying to hold back your still-pending irritation from the events earlier.
looking straight ahead, you see that someone else has also occupied your previous space. you watch as he downs the entirety of what was in his whiskey glass and slams it down onto the counter. he doesn’t look up.
his black hair is gelled back but the day has allowed strands to fall out of place. his shoulders rise and fall visibly just once before he pushes his glass a few inches forward in front of him.
your cocktail is placed on a coaster alongside a small shot as the bartender pushes it towards you, murmuring a quiet, “enjoy.”
the first sip of anything alcoholic is always vile, no matter how much you’ve been drinking beforehand. you down the shot, feeling the acidity burn as it travels down your throat.
then, you alternate to sipping on the martini.
it’s now that you recall your new year’s resolution from the start of the year: drink less.
probably not the best time to stick to a resolution like that in the middle of the bar. but the increasing intensity of your headache is pleading with you to do so.
you’re already halfway through your drink before your moral consciousness kicks in. but the important thing is that it did, you tell yourself, as you push the glass with a third of what was in it left away.
you fish for the £20 notes that you know you shoved inside your purse somewhere. when you finally find them crumpled and hidden under your keys, you lay a couple of them out onto the bar table, sliding it under your drink.
before you can up and leave, the bartender hurriedly makes his way over to your end of the counter.
“miss, your bill is already covered.”
you look at him, somewhat puzzled. there was no way in your head that the guy you insulted like a middle schooler would’ve paid your bill for you.
and as if catching onto your facial cues, the bartender continues, “the gentleman over there covered it.”
you glance over in the direction he gestures towards, over at the only person on the other side of the bar.
“thanks,” you reply quietly and curtly. you take back one of the notes off the counter, and consider taking the other as well, but decide against it last second.
when you gaze over at the man who bought your drinks for you again, he doesn’t even look up.
you make your way over. the least you could do is thank the man who saved you 20 quid tonight, you thought.
the closer you get, the more visible his features become to you. the last guy wasn’t bad looking, but the man sitting there is clearly not on the same level.
his face is of full of sharp, angular planes. the way his cheekbones catch the light from above, you can swear he looks something out of a painting.
“hi,” the coyness in your voice being something that made you want to punch yourself over.
the man doesn’t even so much so as spare you a glance as he takes another sip of his now-replenished drink, one that you're presuming to be whiskey.
“can i help you?”
his tone is somewhat surprising to you, to an extent. you’re used to being the standoffish one in the conversation, not the other way around.
you reposition your stance, standing up taller than before. "figured i'd thank you for the drinks." didn't expect you to be a prick, though.
that earns you a small smirk from him. he rests the drink on top of his pinky, his thumb grazing over the ridges in the glass. he purses his lips for a quick second as he swallows his sip, "well, you've thanked me."
he looks at you for the first time. his eyes hooded and slender, the glassiness of them shrouded in the dark atmosphere.
you nod, "i have."
he rips his focus from you back onto the dark liquor he's swirling around in his glass. giving no sign of further conversation, your body begins to turn towards the exit on its own accord. you take one step forward, the heel of your shoe clicking against the marble flooring.
then, you stop.
something about the man sat there piques a morbid curiosity within you. there's some sort of... magnetic allure that you can't simply walk away from.
you double back over to him. "you know, mr..."
"kim," he follows seamlessly. once again, he doesn't even look up at you, as if he expected you to turn back. "kim doyoung."
"right," you regard him fixedly. "and what exactly do you want from me?"
doyoung clasps his hands together and sighs dramatically. he peers at you out of the corner of his eyes, "what makes you think i want anything from you?"
the line between rudeness and banter has never been stretched thinner in your entire life, and you really can't tell what side he's on.
you put your purse on the counter, leaning in closer as you do so. "does this act usually work for you?"
a strange semblance of pride resonates in your chest as he turns his head to face you.
"what do you mean by that?"
"i'm asking: do you usually get laid by acting like you have a stick up your ass?"
he looks amused, "i have a stick up my ass?"
your eyes dart across his face in a confused, and slightly defensive manner.
"oh, i'm sorry. at least my ego isn't so big that i go around thinking everyone wants to sleep with me."
you push yourself up onto the stool next to him, "yeah, i really don't believe that."
doyoung watches as you position yourself comfortably on the seat. then, he leans in, closer than you'd expected and whispers.
"then, don't."
he leans back into his seat. one hand rested on top of the counter as the other throws the rest of the drink back in a huge swig. his face doesn't even so much as flinch when he swallows it; even just watching him makes your throat burn. he sets down his glass and gets up. snaking a hand around to the back pocket of his trousers, he pulls out his wallet, and from that, a 50 pound note.
he slides the money forward and shoves the wallet back inside his pocket. your gaze follows him as he begins to walk off, though, not in the direction of the exit.
stopping a few feet away, he turns his head back around to you, "you coming?"
on a regular night, you'd probably say 'no' to going somewhere with a stranger. an even higher likelihood if you don't know the where it is that you're even going. but you don't meet curiously handsome strangers on regular nights. and although you follow him, you're still well aware that this could possibly be the dumbest idea you've ever had.
he leads you down a hallway, as dimly lit as the rest of the place. at the end of it is a locked door that he conveniently has the keys for. who this man is and why he has keys to doors in this place, you truly do not know.
behind the lock is a lounge. a vip lounge in fact, as it suggests on the door. you step through the doorway and doyoung pushes the door shut behind you. you drop your things onto the couch right next to you and he tosses his keys on top of some side table.
you look up at him, suddenly being all too aware of every limb hanging from your body.
fuck.
you try to steel your undeniable nerves.
is this where you die?
no.
stop jumping to conclusions.
to the best of your ability, you try to ignore your speeding heart rate. "i thought you said you didn't want anything from me."
doyoung stands facing you, head slightly tilted back. slowly, he unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves. "question is..." his voice drags out as he rolls his sleeves up to the elbows, "what do you want from me?"
his velvety tone puts your prior conjectures to rest. and now with the added knowledge that he probably doesn't want to kill you, you expected your nervousness to cease. yet, it doesn't.
perhaps it makes you even more nervous knowing he wants to fuck you rather than kill you.
if you were a virgin, that would make sense. but how fast the man standing before you makes your heart beat, how tense he makes your chest feels is the furthest thing from making sense.
you can only take the pumping in your chest for so long and you're blaming the alcohol, but the only thing running through your mind now is the image of you pushed up against him.
not wanting to restrain yourself any longer, you crash into his torso. arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck as your lips meet.
his hands pull you in closer by the waist. your lips envelope his perfectly, as if they were sculpted from each other. his lips are warm, the taste of whiskey now confirming your earlier assumptions. a faint hint of a minty aroma emanates from his skin.
using your arms to leverage yourself, you press your chest tighter against him, earning you a muffled hum as he kisses you deeper.
his palms drop from your waist to your thighs, kneading the muscle underneath slowly with his fingers.
you pull yourself away, breathless.
he looks at you in a way he hasn’t done previously the last few times. it’s like he’s looking at you expectantly; for an answer, a sign, anything.
“don’t tell me you’re not getting anything from this,” you breathe.
“did i say that?” you catch the end of his brow flicking upwards before kissing him again.
you run a hand down his chest, feeling the contours of his body underneath the button-up shirt.
your lips are pushed against his so hard that you’re beginning to feel the pressure from them. you force yourself to break away, catching your breath. through an exchange of lustful glances, you trail your fingertips all the way down his torso to his belt. you can tell he’s trying to hold back a smirk at your teasing.
you bring your other hand down to help with the unbuckling of his belt. suddenly, you feel the firm hold of his hand on one of your wrists, stopping your movements.
“you’re gonna let me have it that easy?” his grip on you loosening a little.
you look up at him with a sly smile playing on your lips, “you said i have a big ego,” you hook your fingers inside of his belt, “i’m trying to prove i don’t.”
using some strength, you pull him off of the wall that you pushed him up against and swing him around so now he's in your spot, back towards the couch. with a single finger, you push his shoulder back and compliantly, he plumps down onto the seat.
you kneel in between his legs. without wasting a second, your hands land on his knees and forcefully push them wider apart to make room for yourself.
just simply watching you seems to make him revel in pleasure. as you undo his belt, doyoung leans back and helps in whatever way he can by lifting his hips. your fingers slip inside the waistband of his trousers and pull them all the way down in one swift motion.
the cloth of his boxer briefs is stretched tight by the bulge underneath.
you sit back on your heels, hands running up his thighs slowly before stopping just shy of the hemline.
"are you going to ask?" you bat your eyelashes up at him.
his bottom lip recoils from being bitten back by his teeth. "you're fucking bossy, aren't you?"
"fine," you begin to pull down his shorts. "i'll make it easier for you." slowly, and that's agonisingly slow, you tug at the band, inching it lower and lower until it springs up in front of you. the tip of it passing your eye level.
you drag the briefs down to his ankles at a much quicker pace.
you wrap one hand, then the other around the shaft of his dick, and still there's the head of it left, burning pink and red. you watch him watch you. his breathing deepens as you give him a lazy stroke.
"do you want me to suck your cock?" a raspiness in your voice that tells him you want this as bad as he does.
"yes," doyoung breathes out, eyes focused on your hands. then, he looks at you, "please."
satisfied with his response, you begin to wrap your lips around the head of his cock. your tongue swirls over the tip of it, eliciting a quiet moan from him. your hands working together pump up and down his shaft in unison—you feel every vein between your fingers.
you can already feel it filling up your mouth with both of your hands still on it. you breathe in as deeply as you can before sinking your head down a little further. the strained moans that he lets slip does more for your ego than the both of you probably realise.
as you go deeper on his cock, you take away one of your hands to let yourself more space. you're only halfway down when you feel the tip hit the back of your throat. at that, you start to push back up. dragging your wet lips on his cock and letting his dick slowly slide out of your mouth as you pull yourself back.
you stroke the entire length of his dick with your hand while you readjust how you're kneeling in front of him. your attention entirely focused on his cock, you don't even notice his arm reaching out to you until his thumb lands on your face and his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up at him.
he hovers his thumb over your lips, gently grazing over them as he wipes something from the corner of your mouth.
you shoot a look at him with your eyebrows raised and he lets go—as if apologising for interrupting you—and his arm falls back beside him on the couch.
refocusing your attention, you spit onto the tip of his dick and smear it together with the precum dripping out from him, covering his entire shaft with it.
you work in a few rubs with your hand before taking him in your mouth again. as the tip of his dick hits your throat, you begin bobbing your head up and down while your hand works the remainder of his shaft.
it’s clear that he’s trying to hold back his sounds, but every time your teeth grazes a vein, he can’t help but groan. you watch him carefully as he throws his head back in ecstasy, hands balling up beside him.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he drawls breathily.
the muscles in his thighs twitch. he brings a hand up over his forehead and bites down hard on his lip. doyoung knows that if he were to look at you right now, he would lose it.
your hand reaches the base of his cock, and instead of sliding it back up, you give it a tight squeeze. this has him bucking his hips up into you, thrusting his dick deeper down your throat. “shit,” he pants, with his voice finally above a half-whisper.
he can’t help it; he has to watch. his eyes meet yours—pure euphoria in them. he keeps his steady gaze on you as you take his cock deeper and deeper every time.
a piece of your hair falls in front of your face and doyoung reaches out to push it behind your ear. he runs his fingers through your hair, gathering it all behind you and holding it back in a ponytail.
slowly, slowly, slowly, you drag your lips up. you make sure your tongue swirls over the tip over and over before you finally pull away.
“look at you,” he curses under his breath. “sucking my cock like a fucking pornstar.”
you have to hold back a smirk from showing on your lips. and suddenly, you become too aware of the lipstick that is most definitely smeared all over you.
“get up,” his voice takes on a demanding tone. one that makes you obey his words without even giving it a second thought.
using the back of your hand, you wipe away the drool on your chin as well as your smudged lipstick.
doyoung holds his palms out, waiting for you to take them. as you place your hands in his, he pulls them closer towards him.
you plant one knee next to his hip on the couch, followed by the other so that you’re straddling him. doyoung intertwines his fingers with yours. he brings your left hand towards him, softly kissing your fingers and your knuckles.
“you want to show me how good you can be, don’t you?” he mutters in between brushing your fingers over his lips.
you only nod in response, entranced by his fluttering touches.
"lift this up," he nods his head down at your skirt. without hesitation, you pull the hem of your skirt up over your hips.
the tip of his cock is directly under your clothed cunt. you roll your hips back, grazing against the head. doyoung bites back a chuckle, "i can't believe you're this fucking wet."
you suck on the inside of your cheek, "i can't believe you're this fucking hard."
he smiles lazily, "well, i wouldn't want to offend you."
you land a soft blow to his chest, one void of any real strength. this does nothing but amuse him further.
he cocks his head to the side. "pull them over," he eyes your lace panties.
you slide a finger underneath the sheer fabric, bunching it together and pushing it to the side. your bare cunt practically dripping on doyoung's dick. subconsciously, your hips start grinding back and forth, brushing your folds against his tip.
you're this close to sinking down on his dick when doyoung stops you with a single tap of his finger and a look.
"uh-uh. where are your manners?"
the smugness on his expression leaves you no choice but to roll your eyes at him. "fuck you," you spit out.
"yeah, i don't think that's the magic word," he leans back onto the couch.
"seriously?"
"if you want this dick inside you, you better ask for it, princess."
seeing how stubborn he is, you decide to play along. you lean your body closer towards him, arms once again wrapping around his neck. you plant a quick peck on his lips, then another on his cheek. your kisses trail all the way to the top of his ear before whispering deliberately slowly.
"i want you to fuck me senseless."
his expression says he's unaffected but the twitching from below you suggests otherwise. doyoung looks at you contentedly but still not giving in, yet.
you pull the top of his ear in between your teeth, softly biting down, causing him to grunt quietly.
"please."
immediately, it's like something switches on inside of him. he lines his dick up with your pussy, and without warning, thrusts his hips up into you.
you choke out a moan, the sudden stretch being almost too much for you to take.
he grunts, pushing himself deeper inside you inch by inch. "fuck, you okay?"
despite wanting to speak, the only thing that comes out of you are whines and whimpers, so you resort to nodding your head eagerly instead.
"you can take it, can't you?" doyoung groans, a noise so deep and guttural as he pushes the last of his length inside you.
he throws his head back once he's all the way inside. just the sight of your pussy swallowing the whole of him drives him insane.
he stays still inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. his fingers grip tightly onto your hips, his thumbs digging into your pelvis.
your eyes are clamped shut. you don't want to say it but his dick inside you makes you feel like you're getting split into two. your knees can barely hold you up, having to claw your nails into his shoulders to support yourself.
doyoung reads your expression carefully as he slides himself out, and then in. slow at first. so slow that it feels torturous for him when the only thing on his mind is fucking you dumb.
the more he thrusts, the more you begin to take pleasure in this. building up a steady pace, his hands hold you in place as the sound of your skin slapping onto each other echo in the room.
the friction occasionally rubbing against your aching clit works you into a frenzy.
doyoung begins to pound into you faster and harder, illiciting a long string of curses from you. crying out, you let yourself slump over his shoulder as he bounces you up and down his cock.
you can hear his heavy breathing right next to your ear. "this pussy was made to be fucked like this, wasn't it?" he spits in between his groans. "perfect little slut, made to take big dick so well, huh?"
in all honesty, your mind is clouded by the sole desire to cum. not hearing a word he says, but you agree anyway with tears threatening to spill out the corner of your eyes.
you reach a hand down, rubbing tight circles on your clit. the need to cum has made you desperate. willing to do anything to just to push yourself that little further.
nothing can turn doyoung on more than seeing the desperation scrawled across your face. every time he pounds into you, the tip of his cock twitches inside, swiping against your g-spot.
“my pretty slut’s gonna cum? huh?”
you whine in response, the ability to form coherent words absolutely out the window by now.
“fucking do it then.”
you bury your face in the crook of his neck as you’re nearing the verge of your orgasm. the muscles in your leg begin to spasm.
“cum all over this dick, baby, i know you can do it.”
his sudden use of the pet name for you completely unravels you with his dick all the way inside. legs shaking uncontrollably. you clench around his cock, your pussy walls tightening the harder you come.
as you gush all over the entirety of his dick, doyoung can’t hold out any longer. your screams of pure ecstasy drives him to his orgasm, shooting thick ropes of cum inside of you. his hips buck sharply, pushing his cum into the deepest crevice of your womb.
his jaw hangs slack, eyes closed as waves of pleasure ripple through him. his chest rises and falls dramatically, hands shaky although he tries to steady them on your hips.
“fuck,” you both repeat as you begin to come down from your high.
no longer blinded by your orgasm, you can still feel his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching as your cunt drains the last of his cum out of him.
breathing heavily, you meet his lust-filled gaze.
your thumb runs up his jaw lightly, drawing yourself closer to his face. visible beads of sweat form by his hairline.
you press a soft kiss onto his lips. smirking, you watch him keep his eyes closed for a few more seconds, revelling in the euphoria he’s experiencing.
you reduce your voice to nothing but a whisper, “that definitely doesn’t help my ego.”
The ending made me laugh
SWITCH|| kim Doyoung| kim Jungwoo
Doyoung x female reader x best friend Jungwoo
WARNING; multiple orgasms, angry sex, cum play, mean dom doyoung, angry mean dom jungwoo, violence, aggressive behavior,real smutty,slut shaming
A/n; This has got to be my favorite imagine I’ve written yet! Hope you like it too.(recentlyedited may 20)
DONT LIKE DONT READ!
“Doyoung oppa!” You moaned and cried as doyoung, your best friend’s brother was actually fucking your tight hole.
“Shut up doll you wouldn’t want Jungwoo to hear us now would you?” Doyoung said as he gripped your wrist tighter behind your back, pounding into you.
You whimpered but couldn't help yourself. "N-No" You cried out. He had been fucking you for a while now and every time his cock slipped in and out of your pussy it felt like magic. "Fuck me Doyoung!" You begged him over and over again.
Honestly would it really be that bad if Jungwoo did hear you? Or walked in?
The thrill of it made you clench around doyoung. Your cheeks flushed red at how loud you started being on purpose now.
Then suddenly he pulled out and pushed himself against your ass, making you cry out as the tip of his cock rubbed against your asshole. “ I said shut the fuck-
“what the fuck is going on?” The door was slammed open by a confused looking jungwoo, eyes switching from you to his brother,who was just apparently fucking you. ‘Bingo!’ you thought to yourself.
You were excited but doyoung was annoyed at the whole situation.
You leaned down into the mattress and arched your back so your ass and leaking core was on display for both the boys. “How rude of you Jungwoo, doyoung oppa was fucking me so good” you teased and giggled.
“Since you seen us now you should join, -wanna feel both of you” you moaned as you reached back and stuck two fingers into your core, collecting pre-cum and bringing them to your lips and sucking them, moaning at the taste.
“Shit” Jungwoo hissed, cock going hard. “you know you want to fuck me- ahh” you were cut off from doyoung slamming back into you.
You moaned again as he hit your cervix with every thrust. You felt so good having Doyoungs dick inside of you.
“ doyoung o-oppa is so g-good at this” you moaned locking eyes with Jungwoo. His eyes were filled with lust and madness,they were unrecognizable from the sweet and joyful eyes you know.
Jungwoo walked closer slowly, watching as his brother fucked you now with no shame and you were crying at this point.
Jungwoo grabbed your hair with his hand and pulled your head back." your supposed to be my best friend but look at you, in here in this room fucking my brother” he said in disbelief,looking at the way doyoung was fucking you. He then took off his shirt and pants and removed them completely. His hard cock sitting against his abdomen leaking pre- cum.
Jungwoo then sat on the bed, now in front of you. Without warning he gripped your hair tightly and shoved his cock into your mouth.
Doyoung was surprised as he watched Jungwoo shove his cock down your throat. You coughed and tried to pull away, but Jungwoo held you by the neck, making it impossible for you to escape. Your head was spinning as Jungwoo fucked your face, his cock sliding down your throat and hitting the back of your throat every time.
He didn’t care if you couldn’t breathe because in his eyes you deserved it and plus he was mad at you.
"FUCK!" Jungwoo yelled as he pushed deep inside of your mouth , your pussy now squeezing doyoungs cock like a vice.
“Shut up and fucking choke you whore” Jungwoo hissed not caring about the way your face was turning red. Doyoung was taken aback, not knowing his brother could get like this.
“ woo take it easy” doyoung said as he watched the way you started to tap Jungwoos thighs, desperately needing air.
“I thought I told you to shut up?” Jungwoo hissed as he pulled you off his cock, spit stringing when you depart. You breathed in deeply, trying to fill your lungs with oxygen as doyoung shot his load deep inside you making knit your brows together.
"oh yeah, she looks fucked" Doyoung said as he stood up off the bed, walking around you so that he was standing next to Jungwoo in front of you.
Doyoung grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and took a picture of your fucked out state.
"Fucking slut" he whispered as he showed the picture to Jungwoo. "She a whore that's what she is"
"Please fuck me!" You seductively looked at Jungwoo, arching your back more. "I want your cock”you begged him. Jungwoo smiled and moved closer behind you, grabbing at your hips and pulling you back towards him. He then slid his dick in slowly and easily, your pussy still wet from being fucked by Doyoung.
His large cock felt good inside you and he began to thrust into you making you see stars.
“Oppa!” You moaned loudly, you’d never think that your best friend could be this rough and nasty.
Doyoung now sat where Jungwoo once was on the bed, laying back and stroking his cock before your face.
“Suck me baby” he ran his hand through his hair as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes.
You leaned forward, letting your lips wrap around his thick cock. You sucked him for a minute or two until he grabbed your head with both hands, forcing you all the way onto his cock.
Jungwoo making you moan sending vibrations to doyoungs cock making him thrust up.
“Fuck yeah ” doyoung groaned feeling his orgasm build up again. He grabbed your head and pushed you down on his cock more, causing you to gag. You tried not to but it was impossible. Your nose burned and your throat hurt from his girth let alone just having Jungwoos cock before.
Jungwoo grunted and you could feel his body tense. A few seconds later he released a loud sexy moan as he came hard inside of you and you came too.
Moaning and making doyoung cum as well, his hot cum shooting down your throat .
You moaned as you swallowed his load, kissing the tip of his pretty cock. Jungwoo pulled out of you and laid down on the bed.
You laid between them, all of your breaths were ragged and unsteady.
“That was the best fuck I’ve had in months” you confessed. “I hate you guys so so much”Jungwoo said not regretting a word. “We love you very much bro” says doyoung making you laugh. The room grew silent and before you knew it you all drifted off to sleep.
After what felt like hours you all woke up to the sound of a door slamming shut. “Boys I’m home! oh is y/n here too?” The sound of their moms voice resonated in the house.
You all shot up quick on the bed, naked bodies scrambled around trying to get dressed quickly and quietly as possible “shit!”
dotae <3 dom top doyoung, sub bottom taeyong
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Taeyong didn't know. He realized something, though, and blurted out, "Fuck, Doyoung, you're gonna breed me?"
Doyoung laughed. He urged Taeyong to stand, and the shifting hurt a tiny bit, but Taeyong loved the feeling of Doyoung's chest against his back.
"I'm sorry, baby, I forgot." Doyoung said. "But you like getting messy, I know you do."
Taeyong tilted his head onto Doyoung's shoulder and his eyes fluttered closed. He flinched, ticklish, when Doyoung's fingers ghosted over his neck, then his tummy, next wrapping his hand around Taeyong's leaking cock. Taeyong moaned just at that.
"Want me to put one on?" Doyoung whispered in Taeyong's ear. Taeyong cared about condoms, but he didn't get upset if one was ever forgotten. They all get tested regularly. Doyoung was right, anyway. He liked getting messy.
another wip list! shorter this time, yay
1. seokmin and jihoon: very public sex (at a music festival) finished :))
2. doyoung and taeyong: they're apart so taeyong gives JOI over video call :) finished already lol
I don't think I'll get to the gyukwanhui I talked about in my other post but I'm keeping the doc in case I get any ideas
additionally:
3. hongjoong and mingi: hongjoong wants to blow someone and mingi offers himself. just started this one but it seems promising posted :)
I appreciate all of my readers <3
dotae, sub doyoung and dom taeyong
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"Good." Taeyong mumbled. "Everything will go just fine if you just do what I say, okay, sweetie?"
Doyoung nodded, pressing his thighs together.
"Okay?"
"Yes, okay." Doyoung answered. "Of course."
Taeyong smiled. Doyoung started squirming. His hand on his dick was definitely faster than earlier, but Taeyong either didn't notice or didn't care.
free use top jaehyun x nct 127
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Taeyong sighed, one hand gripping Jaehyun's hair. He yanked on him to expose more of his neck. Jaehyun groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. He pumped faster. “Always so docile. Such a good toy for us.” Taeyong murmured. He wrapped an arm around Jaehyun's waist, under his shirt. Jaehyun bit his lip. Taeyong bit him the same time he tightened his grip in his hair and dug his fingernails into his waist, making Jaehyun yelp.
doyoung free use <3
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“It's insane how needy you get.” Jaehyun said. He thrusted fast. Doyoung pursed his lips to stifle a moan. He pushed into Jaehyun's touch, far enough that Jaehyun had to put a hand on him to keep him in place. Doyoung reached back and urged Jaehyun to use two fingers on him. Doyoung's legs shifted as Jaehyun rubbed his prostate. “What, are you gonna cum?” Jaehyun asked. He sounded more curious than teasing. Doyoung whimpered. He needed it. He didn't know what he'd do if he didn't get it. A knock sounded at the door. “I have to piss so bad, please hurry up.” A voice complained.
Hello can I ask for a Doyoung smut, I haven't been seeing new fics of doyoung these days 🥹 tysm
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ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵀʰⁱᶜᵏ ᵈⁱᶜᵏ ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᴴᵃʳᵈ ᵈᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ, ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ʷᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʰᵒʷ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ’ˢ ⁶ᵗʰ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ… ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉᵈⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ.
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“Hey… it's late, is everything alright?” You called through the phone after not hearing a response for a concerning amount of time, he had called you so you didn't know if it was much of a real call or more of a prank call.
“Hey, the boys are gonna go eat somewhere but I honestly wanna just lay in bed and sleep. The company's too far and I know you live nearby- mind if I spend the night?” you could hear his croaky voice from the other side and you honestly couldn't help but feel pity for him, you didn't see the problem in letting your boyfriend come over in order for him to just immediately lay in bed and knock himself out, it was just one night and you didn't seem to find a problem with it.
“Doyoung - you don't need to ask, just call me and say you're coming over. My house is your house.” You calmly responded, “Ok, ok, my bad, I'll be there in 10” he responded, half chuckling while you heard the familiar beep and then the line went dead.
Part of you was nervous about him coming over to spend the night, but what was one singular night gonna do? Nothing could happen in the span of those 12 hours that he'd be coming and sleeping over. He had practice the next morning, which meant that by breakfast hours at the company, he should already be there and ready for practice.
So you waited until you heard a knock on the door, you slowly walked to the fronts of your apartment and looked outside the peephole. It was the habit you couldn't get rid of as well as the one people always found themselves questioning you for, to which you always responded with.
“Better to be safe than sorry.”
Once confirming that it was indeed Doyoung, you slipped open the door and allowed him to enter the cozy setting, you greeted him and escorted him to your room.
“Since I live in an apartment- I unfortunately don't have any guest bedrooms, but you can rest in here and I'll be on the couch.”
Doyoung took the little energy he had in order to glance at you and turn his full body to face you, he looked a bit disappointed and a little annoyed.
“Why don't we just sleep together?” He responded. Now you were sure that your cheeks were flushed red judging by the burning sensation you had in them, you cleared your throat and made eye contact with him which was quickly broken by whatever reason you may have made in your head.
“I don't know about that-”
“Why? We're dating and from the looks of it, your bed is big enough to fit 2 people. I don't see a problem with it.”
You turned your head and thought for a moment, although you also didn't really have a problem with sleeping together, your conscience wouldn't really leave you alone if you dared to lay in the same bed as him, especially since in the recent Treasure comebacks he was really putting it off with the visuals.
“I probably won't keep my hands still if we do-”
He completely disregarded your comment, probably because he didn’t hear you or he just didn't pay attention, nevertheless it was one of the two. “It's only one singular night, I think we should be fine-”
Hesitant, you nodded, having already brushed your teeth, you asked him if he had brushed his, to which he simply nodded and fell onto the bed… to which you followed right after.
It had surprisingly worked out at first… both of you were sound asleep in a matter of minutes, and to be honest, you slept like a baby for those couple of hours that your eyes were shut, which felt weird since you hadn't slept like that in ages… maybe it was because Doyoung was next to you.
But you had woken up to the sound of Doyoung groaning, and of course it caught you off guard. Your eyes immediately widened and you saw yourself laying on top of your boyfriend, you figured you had just somehow shifted into that position during your sleep since you definitely did not remember falling asleep like that. Therefore you didn't think much of it, that was until you felt Doyoung's hand grab onto your shoulder and attempt to push you off lightly.
“Y/n… can you stop doing that please…?”
Confused, you looked at your boyfriend as if he was out of his mind, “I'm not doing anything…?” You lightly said, trying not to disturb his still tired side that had yet to woke up completely, and you could only imagine how much more confused he became when his groaning shifted to moaning.
It took you a while to realize that your knee was in a place where it shouldn't have been…
“Crap! I'm sorry!” you said, feeling Doyoung's arms wrap around you as you could feel his slow but repetitive breaths lightly caress your skin.
“Y/n… I'm tired. Let's forget this and go back to bed.” You could hear his shaky yet desperate voice, that same voice that was probably about to fall asleep any moment now. It took you a while to realize that the reason you had probably felt so uncomfortable around him lately was because you were turned on by him in a way, which had you wondering how you hadn't noticed earlier.”
You heard a groan come from his mouth, which left a smirk tracing on your mouth, satisfaction running through his body as his back slowly arched. Your hand had traveled over to his tighted pants and gently squeezed him, making him moan ever so slightly.
His breathing became more regular, becoming a mix of breathing and moaning “Y/n… you shouldn't do this here…”
“What are you so afraid of?” You muttered lightly, not daring to leave out the mocking pitch, knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything about it since it was technically you in full control.
“Y/n- I have practice tomorrow” he whined, but your grip only got tighter. Doyoung’s moan got cut off by your abrupt kiss when you leaned up and connected your lips together, giving him a passionate and wet kiss.
You lifted his shirt to reveal his small and skinny figure along with the small shape of his forming abs, chuckling a bit, you licked his chest in which he lightly groaned and looked at you.
“Doyoung- you really have no idea what you've been doing to me lately.” You muttered, unzipping his zipper and massaging his crotch, using the little fabric that was his only advantage against him… no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was turned on, and you were the cause of that.
There was no need for permission, your hand was already sliding up and down his bare cock, as his dick grew in your grip.
“You're all out with the teasing today aren't you?” he commented, chuckling at the act along with you. Ignoring him, you brought your free hand onto his stomach and gave him small belly rubs, you felt his hand travel to your back and down to your waist, as he held you in place to prevent you from falling. His eyes were shut as he was beginning to relax at your every move, still letting out small groans at the feeling of your hand sliding on his cock.
And you surely weren't expecting him to have such an impressive girth, you felt he was thick but you didn't expect him to be that thick.
“Y/n… please let me feel you-” he moaned, words barely forming and escaping his mouth. Hearing it for sure drove you crazy, so you nodded and turned around which was the first time you actually managed to get a good look at his dick.
“Doyoung, I hope you know that with this dick you're just gonna make me want you more…”
“If you want me, then claim me.”
The response took you by surprise, sure your boyfriend was flirty with everyone but this was different, and you knew that he had caught onto you and decided to get revenge for all the teasing you yourself was guilty of.
“You think I won't?” You smirked which made his cock grow stiff, he liked it.
“You like it when I tell you things like that?” You muttered softly, he shaked his head, a bit ashamed before ultimately nodding, which only earning a small giggle from you.
The both of you pulled into a wet kiss, tongues intertwining and transferring all your love to each other with that one singular kiss, morning practice was the last thing on his mind now, almost completely forgetting about it. Once the kiss was separated you took the moment to look at your boyfriend, who was making eye contact with you intimately.
“Get on me…”
“Doyoung- you feel good…”
Taking a moment to process his words before smiling, bringing yourself over to him as he slowly removed the shorts which surrounded and highlighted your waist, following his instructions and lining yourself up with him.
Doyoung fluttered a bit and you felt him twitch inside of you, you gave Doyoung a moment and started grinding yourself on him, allowing him to feel all the pleasure as you both shared knowing sounds and moans.
“Y/n… you-”
Unable to finish his sentence, you cut him off by leaning down and kissing his chest, trying your best to limit your moans and allow him to do all the talking, you allowed yourself to suck his nipple and play with his other as you picked up your speed, pressing his on parts onto him.
“You can't get any better at this can you…?” He commented, completely out of breath and with sloppy speech, hearing him being so distraught really did something with your subconscious, enough to make you pick up your speed once more earning a growl from him.
“Fuck Doyoung… you really know how to mess with my feelings don't you?”
“I really don't mean to…”
Feeling his dick once again begin twitching, you brought yourself off of him, having a gut feeling that he was close and which was proven to be correct shortly after.
Small bits of precum leaked out of his dick, which was proving to your theory furthermore.
“Y/n… I'm close… please don't stop.”
“I'm not going to, I wanna show you satisfaction to the fullest.”
He didn't know what you meant, that was until you flicked his crotch allowing him to feel a small moment of both pain and pleasure at the same time, all feelings overtook him as his eyes rolled back and mouth watered at the feeling of his cock being distributed from it's original state and ending up with a small mark.
And that only got worse, as it started with small flicks to full on slaps, you slapped his dick harshly yet still with caution as you knew you there was a higher possibility that you'd hurt him than actually please him.
“Fuck…!” He whined, his whimpers got loud as he attempted to limit his volume, for a moment forgetting you lived in an apartment building with neighbors on all sides of your room. “Y/n! Stop! Please!” he once again whined, which just made you slap him slightly harder.
Tears began forming in his eyes as he felt the feeling of his dick slapping against his stomach and being brought back up to your hand for you to just repeat the cycle, his tears streamed down his cheeks and his mind became overwhelmed with thoughts.
How was the feeling of both pain and pleasure all at once was darn addicting?
His mouth watered, as he picked up the nearest pillow and brought it to his face, all his cum leaked out of him the moment your hand allowed his crotch to breathe.
“Was I too harsh on you?” Pity finding your voice as you saw the mess your boyfriend had done.
You both had been virgins up until that point, and the feeling of something like sex was truly just so overwhelming, the feeling of each other's touch in such an intimate way just really fluttered both of your hearts.
“No… it felt good…”
“Can try cock warming in you…?”
“Of course…” you lightly responded, reading his excited expression, he smiled lightly and brought a himself inside of you once more.
It was truly when you realized that one singular night was truly all it took for something so unimaginable to happen to two individuals.
Just one singular night.
Thanks to the anon who rquested the doyoung smut 🥵🥵🥵 and thankyou for writing it 💖💕💗💜💖🖤❤️ now I can never get enough of doyoung Arggghh!!! can you make another one for doyoung but this time he's the dom 😩
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ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ
ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ, ᵘⁿᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ.
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ, ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᵉⁿᵈˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶜˡⁱᶠᶠ ʰᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ..?
ᴬ/ᴺ: ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ, ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ 🙏
You were at dinner with your boyfriend Doyoung, it was a special occasion since it was your 4th anniversary as a couple and you were glad that you both had made it so far since the beginning.
“Cheers!” You both said at the same time as you took a sip of the wine that intertwined in your fingers. Neither of you were big drinkers, but tonight was an exception and you figured one glass wouldn't hurt.
“Four years huh?” you muttered, leaning against the table with the wine in your grip, your long black dress brushing against the floor as he responded.
“Crazy how fast time flies. It feels like just yesterday since I was looking at you from afar and only ever had fantasies of dating you.” He chuckled a bit, recalling the old times, rolling your eyes, you slightly hit his leg with your heel as he let out a dramatic cry.
“That did not hurt!”
“It did a little!”
“I barely hit you!?”
At that point he was just teasing you. Every anniversary he took you out to a fancy dinner date, making you go in search of a brand new dress every year upon the mention of it. You loved seeing Doyoung wear a suit, looking tidy and professional, it was one of your favorite sights and made you think of Doyoung as something more than just your boyfriend.
And sometimes, it felt that way too…
So when you left the restaurant and walked over to the familiar car in the parking lot, you only thought of Doyoung as something more like your husband, although you both were still young it felt about right to refer to him with that title rather than boyfriend.
“I'm full-” Doyoung muttered, letting out a sigh after buckling his seatbelt and leaning back on his chair.
“Me too, I think we ate too much…” you chuckled, too tired to reach out to find your own seatbelt. Silence filled the car until he ultimately came near the steering wheel and turned on the air conditioner, you picked at your belt until you heard the familiar click.
“Do you wanna stop by a lookout before I drop you off? I think it'd be nice to catch up a bit before heading home.” He asked you, looking at you with the most heartwarming smile despite the darkness of the barely illuminating moon. “I think that'd be nice, to get to know some new sides of you that you possibly haven't shown me yet.” you smiled back, before glancing back at the window and leaning against the shoulder rest.
“I don't think there's anything you haven't seen of me.” Doyoung replied, taking his view away from you and looking upfront to the road.
“There must be something, I wanna get to know a new Doyoung tonight, I think you could show me one.”
He stayed silent, unsure of what to respond with, he didn't know whether your sentence had some sort of suggestiveness or whether it was a fully innocent comment, nevertheless, he only had one thing in mind, one singular side of himself that he couldn't recall ever showing you.
And well… maybe tonight would be the day he'd meet a new side to himself as well.
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You arrived at the empty sight and kept yourself awake, slowly drooping your head over to the side before picking it up again.
“Hey, you said you wanted to see a new side of me, don't fall asleep now.” Doyoung teased, you heard the driver side door open, it was when you finally lifted your head and turned to face Doyoung’s side of the car, noticing him open the back seat door before sitting down.
“What are you doing?” You questioned.
“Come, I think it'd be better to talk like this, we'd be more comfortable along with being more available to physical touch.”
He was right, you didn't wanna fall asleep on the day that was supposed to be special for the both of you, so you opened the passenger side door and brought yourself to the back, sitting down next to your boyfriend who rushed you into a hug.
“What was that for..?” You giggle lightly, not trying to make so much noise in the quiet setting, the low music playing in the background really helped set the tone, quiet, and relaxed music was perfect for something like this, not to mention the beautiful scenery.
“Just wanted to hug you.” He responded.
You nodded and hugged him back, feeling his arm tug on your dress strap lightly, enough to make it slide off your shoulder and onto your arm.
“I'm sorry for keeping you for so long, you probably wanna get home and take off this dress. I bet it's uncomfortable.”
“I can always make time for you.” You sighed, responding to his comment. You truthfully enjoyed every moment you got to spend with Doyoung, so despite the tight dress somewhat cutting your oxygen levels, you wanted to make sure that he knew you didn't mind spending more time with him and to not feel guilty.
And you weren't sure if he got the message… or got it the wrong way.
Both of your dress straps slipped off of your shoulders, replaced by the feeling of two hands rubbing against your back and pulling you closer.
Before you knew it you were sitting on his lap, the familiar lips that normally made contact with your own now sucking onto your right collarbone. Doyoung transferred messages and signals through those few seconds that his lips came in contact with your body, however you weren't sure if you read his messages correctly or if you were just fantasizing.
Because the only sentence you received were those seven words, followed by the next seven words, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he muttered-
“I want more than what we have.”
Groans escaped from your mouth as he passionately kissed you, more aggressive than you were used to, your eyes were shut as you felt your dress be lifted and expose your undergarments, he rubbed you, massaged and made sure to make you feel good.
“And you're gonna give it to me…”
“Doyoung - calm down please, I didn't mean this when I said I wanted to see another side of you..! Isn't this too fast?”
“I've waited four years Y/n…”
He silenced you with another kiss, biting your bottom lip and beginning to ask for your permission to enter. You granted it but he quickly overpowered you with his tongue, making you let out a cycle of moans.
“So wet for me already, keep doing that and I'll make you feel better.”
“Doyoung… let's not do this please-”
“Come on Y/n- you know you want this just as much as I do…”
His hand traveled under your undergarment, beginning to finger you, opening you up more and making room for himself.
“Doyoung - if we're gonna do this, at least expose yourself to me too… this is unfair and embarrassing..”
“Patience, love.. patience…”
It was a funny statement, how could you be patient in a situation like this? How could you be calm in this situation when every little move he pulled on you just made you wetter than you already were, and it was quite humiliating.
Your back touched the bottom of the cushion, as he slowly topped you. His features came into light as the moon reflected its light onto his face… that pure stare that you used to look at and think as innocent, you couldn't believe someone like Doyoung had been fantasizing about something like this for as long as four years.
His fingers rubbed against you as your zipper slowly came undone, back becoming exposed and sleeves rolling off your arms.
It was truly relieving to have the dress off, you had been so focused on looking good for the date that you forgot about the basic rules, you let out a breath of relief, feeling better upon the feeling of the fabric lifting up from your skin and sliding off your body.
“You don't need to wear these things to look pretty… you already are gorgeous to me, so please don't wear anything that makes something so simple like breathing difficult. You could show up in your pajamas and I'd still be kneeling down and stuttering over my sentences by your beauty.”
He brought his hand down to his pants, taking his belt off of his waist and pulling down his zipper, exposing his hardened dick that did nothing but twitch upon the feeling of fresh air brushing against it.
“You arouse me so much, you have no idea what you do to me…”
He pulled his boxer off of his dick, making it slam against his torso, and although it was dark, you could tell he was thick, his girth was impressive and it made your heart flutter. Making you more excited for the upcoming activities.
“You're excited all of a sudden, are you sure you can handle it?”
“Don't tease me, I can only try..”
He smirked, his gaze only shifting down as he lined himself up with you, putting his tip against your wet entrance and pushing it in and out of you while still staying at your surface.
“I like that answer.”
Blackout | KDY (M)
Established relationship, Fiance Doyoung x fem reader
Summary: The powerful storm outside knocks your power out even though Doyoung assured you it would be fine. Luckily, he bought candles the day before just in case this happened. But even with the candles to light the dark house, you were still a bit anxious about the storm, so Doyoung decided to distract you for a bit
Warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, breeding kink, softer dynamic, fluff (I think idk), proofread but may still be errors
Word count: 3,2k
Song recs: get you by Daniel Caesar
A/N: wrote this listening to the cutest kpop gg music you could imagine. Literally listening to achoo by lovelyz rn (stream) please lmk if I missed any warnings. Feedback is loved and appreciated
"Are you sure everything will be fine out there? It's looking pretty serious." You stood by the window of your living room staring outside at the storm.
"Well I don't know for sure, but what I do know is that you shouldn't stand near the window like that." Doyoung grabbed your arm pulling you away from the window. "It's night time so hopefully nothing too crazy happens. Are all the flashlights up here?"
"Yeah." You turned to Doyoung who put his hands on his hips with a concentrated expression. He was always so cute like that. "Babe, we're gonna be okay. There's no need to-"
The room went completely silent as your vision was impaired with the sudden blackout. All that you could see was the trees moving in the strong wind and power lines flying in different directions. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, turning on the flashlight to see in front of you.
"Babe? You still there," you said loudly, looking around.
"Yeah I'm just getting the flashlights and candles," he called from the kitchen.
"I didn't even know we had candles," you laugh.
"I bought them yesterday just in case." You pointed your phone in the direction of the kitchen, seeing him walk back with his hands and arms full. He placed all the stuff on the coffee table with a big sigh. "Wanna help me light them?"
"Of course." You sat on the floor next to him between the couch and the table. Doyoung handed you a lighter and the two of you started lighting the candles "you're always so prepared."
"In life, you always think 3 steps ahead." He placed the candle in the candle holder, carefully putting it on the table. Doyoung reached to pick up another one, but was distracted by how pretty you looked in the lowlight. Your features were soft, and the way you picked up everything was delicate.
You turned to ask him something, but was quickly humored when you caught him staring at you. Doyoung looked away from you super flustered by it. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, making him cover his face. You snickered as he whined in his hands from the embarrassment. Even after dating him for so long, he was still embarrassed like a middle schooler.
"Don't be embarrassed," you teased, poking him softly. "you're so cute, you know that?"
Doyoung groaned, earning a soft laugh from you. "stop, it's embarrassing."
"It's not." You continued lighting candles listening to the rain pick up outside. You set it down before turning to Doyoung who was still hiding his face. You ruffled your hands in his hair knowing that would be the only thing to make him come back to you.
"Don't mess up my hair, I spent so much time on it today," he whined, moving your hand gently.
"It still looks good. Looks like the aftermath of a long week," you said, winking at him. Doyoung, who was already flustered enough, gave you nervous laughter. "You know..these candles are kind of romantic."
"You think so," he asked, a small smile on his face. He stood up m, taking 2 candles with him setting up the room.
"Mhm," you answer. You finished lighting the rest of the candles and stood up to help Doyoung put them around the first floor. "Maybe we should be romantic while we have the chance," you laugh.
"Do you think we're still gonna have to work tomorrow?"
"Hopefully not. Hopefully a tree falls in the middle of the street. Okay…I'm all done." You turn to Doyoung who was finishing up the candles right along with you. The room looked nice and lit up like this. It reminded you of a room in a dark academia movie with all the books and papers lying around. Doyoung looked good in the low light too. The slight silhouette of his body in front of the candles was so pretty. He was so pretty, and it was starting to do things to you.
You and Doyoung sat on the couch together snuggled into one another under the throw blanket. You nuzzled your head between his neck, inhaling his cologne that you loved so much. You felt Doyoung tense up a bit, squeezing you closer into him as the storm picked up. He knew you didn't like storms very much, and you were starting to get a lot more anxious as time went on.
"You okay," he said quietly.
You nodded, planting a small kiss on his jawline. "It's getting really bad out there."
"I know," he said, kissing your forehead. "Don't worry about the storm, okay? I'm here."
"I know I shouldn't worry…but what if the tree in the backyard falls or the one across the street? What if-"
Doyoung turned your head to face him and kissed you deeply. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You pulled away from him, looking up at him with adoration. He was always so sweet, never wanting you to worry about a thing.
"Don't worry about what's going on outside," he said quietly.
"Well, now I can't worry about anything because of you." You smiled, glancing at his dimly lit lips. "I think we should take advantage of this romantic setting. What do you think?"
"I think you're right." Doyoung smiled before kissing you again, capturing your lips in a heated exchange. You kiss him back, moaning softly into his mouth. Your hand finds its way to his chest, holding his shirt softly.
"I bet you were thinking about this all day," he mumbled against your lips.
His voice was so deep and raspy and you could hear the smirk in his statement. It gave you butterflies, and they immediately went right to your core. You wanted to just kiss him for the time being, just in case something bad happened outside or inside. But the way he was kissing you, the way his fingers softly glided on your arm - you needed him.
"Do you think you can distract me some more," you mumbled. You pulled away from his lips, kissing his face softly. You could feel his beard growing back and still smell the expensive skin care he loved.
"It's almost like you read my mind."
You and Doyoung move yourselves on the couch, him under you and you on top of him. Doyoung could never get over the way you looked at him. It made him feel warm and fuzzy. Not once have you even made him feel unwanted or unloved, and he hoped that it would stay that way forever.
"You're staring again," you giggle softly.
"I know." Doyoung took one of your hands and clasped them with his, squeezing it tight. "You're so beautiful."
"Don't get sentimental on me," you whine softly, but the smile on your lips was wide. You always got shy when he started complimenting you out of the blue. Doyoung was big on words of affirmation. He always had to tell you that he loves you, or anything that showed his love for you in general. You loved it because no one ever made you feel as special as he did.
"I'm not being sentimental, I'm just telling you." Doyoung kissed the back of your hand, making you even more flustered than before. "But I'll stop talking because I know you just want my dick in you."
"You didn't have to put it that way," you laugh. You leaned down, kissing him softly. Doyoung placed his other hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh softly. Doyoung let go of your hand and placed both of them on your hips. Unconsciously, you started to grind on top of him, lips never leaving his. His hands followed your movements, pushing his hips up to get more friction.
The sound of the rain breathing the windows created the perfect white noise for you to put your focus on him. You pulled away from him, leaning lower to kiss his neck.
"God, I love you so much," he sighed.
"I know you do." You came up and pulled your shirt above your head, throwing it on the floor in front of the couch. You reached to your back, unclipping your bra. Doyoung's gaze never left your body, watching as the fabric fell from your skin exposing your chest. Every time felt like the first time. It didn't matter how many times you undressed yourself in front of him, he would still get excited and nervous all at the same time.
"I'll never get tired of this," he mumbled, eyes going straight to your chest.
"I hope you don't because I'll never get tired of you," you said softly. You lift Doyoung's shirt tugging it up. He lifts his arms helping you get the fabric off of him. You toss the shirt next to yours and shuffle off his lap to remove your pants. Doyoung started doing the same. His hands clumsily undid his belt, fingers unable to properly hold the leather because of how sweaty his fingertips were. You watched him, laughing softly as you moved his hands gently, undoing his belt for him.
"Why do you still get nervous every time," you laughed.
"Because it's you."
Your hands are on his zipper when you stop and look at him. You leaned in, kissing him quickly with a small smile on your face. "We might as well get married now since you wanna be all cute and romantic," you tease.
"But if we do that, you won't get your big princess wedding." The both of you laugh as you pull off his jeans and boxers. You run your hands down his chest, making his breath hitch in his throat slightly. The way your nails raked softly over his skin - he wanted to put a baby in you right at this moment.
You had almost completely forgotten about the storm at that point, just focusing on Doyoung in the candle light. But like always, your small fears had to betray you in some way. You glanced out the window, immediately becoming worried again seeing the trees sway in the wind and - wait, is it hailing now? The loud sound of the balls of nice hitting your window and car in the driveway confirmed your thoughts, making you knit your brows.
"I think it's hailing now, Do."
"I know, but don't worry about it, okay." Doyoung put his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Don't worry about anything. Just lay back and let me take care of you." Doyoung gently laid you on the couch, lifting your legs. You and him had discussed having children before, conversation always ending in "I don't know" or "maybe," but right now he was feeling like the answer should be "definitely."
You laid there watching him as he lined himself with your core, eyes lost in the wetness between your legs. Doyoung pushed himself into you, a sigh of relief and pleasure falling from both of your lips. Doyoung moved his hands from your thighs to your ankles, holding them tight in his hands. Your brows knit once he starts thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.
"You remember that conversation we had about kids," he asked, breathing heavily because of the pleasure.
"Mhm," you nod, lip between your teeth.
"I..I changed my mind, I want one… now." Doyoung's other hand found its way to your core, fingers gently toying with your clit as he thrusted. He felt you shiver under his touch, soft moans filling the space of the quiet room. "Wanna put a baby in you so bad.."
You nodded, only half listening to what he was saying. And in all honesty, you wanted it too. You needed it. "Please Doyoung, put a baby in me," you moaned softly.
Doyoung kept thrusting in you slowly, breathy groans leaving his lips. His eyes followed your hands as you brought one to your chest, pinching your nipple, and the other to Doyoung's hand that was in your clit. You followed his movements, pressing his fingers on your clit harder. "Fuck," you whispered. "Faster baby."
Doyoung let go of your ankles, allowing you to readjust yourself on the couch. He leaned down, kissing you passionately as he thrusted. His movements were sharp and deep, the sound of skin slapping playing over your ears instead of the worsening storm outside. You cupped his face, moaning on his lips.
"Fuck..right there," you whined softly.
If he could, he would get your face at the very moment tattooed on his brain. You were so pretty, you were always pretty no matter what. But something about your face when you were under him, letting yourself be vulnerable despite your usual introverted nature was so fascinating to him. You always crumbled at every touch, every word, every sound. And to make matters better, you looked angelic in the candle light.
Your arms were now around his neck, forehead resting on his as the both of you moaned. Doyoung's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He needed to be chest to chest with you, feeling every breath you took. Doyoung slipped into the crook of your neck, planting messy kisses on your sweaty skin. You whimpered in his ears, hands in his hair.
"You sound so pretty baby," he mumbled on your skin. "I love it so much."
"D-Doyoung.." The way his name rolled off your tongue almost sent him to the moon. You clenched around him slightly, earning a small raspy whine from him. Doyoung took your left hand and pinned it on the arm of the couch above you. He clasped his hand with yours, squeezing it tightly as if he would lose you if he let it go.
He kissed you once again, tongue dancing with yours. He was so desperate for you and you could feel it. You always felt it, and it always turned you on even more. You never knew Doyoung to be a person who loved physical touch, but after you started dating him, he was like a completely different person, especially in bed. He borderline worshipped, and while it was overwhelming in the beginning, you grew to love and crave more of his attention.
Just as he pulled away, the sudden sound of thunder roared through the sky. The sound was so strong, you felt your house shake at the sound’s vibrations. The sudden noise made you jump, making Doyoung pause his movements for a moment. "You okay," he asked worriedly, scanning your face.
You nodded, giving him a small smile. "I'm okay, it just surprised me a little." You have him a quick kiss moving your arm from around his neck to cup his face. "Keep going."
Doyoung started thrusting again, a low grunt in his throat feeling you squeeze around him again. You were still cupping his face, finger tips lightly brushing his skin with every movement. Doyoung squeezed your hand again, wincing slightly at your nails digging into his skin. Doyoung started fucking into you harder, pulling louder sounds out of you.
"That..that feels good," you said between pants.
"How good baby? Tell me." Doyoung leaned into you neck, teeth nipping softly at your skin. His arm was still wrapped around your back, rubbing circles in your waist.
"Really good," you whimpered. "I'm so close Do."
His brows were knit when he lifted his head from your neck. Doyoung canned your face, a small smile tugging in his lips. He could always tell when you were close. You always tend to cling to his shoulder or grab whatever you were holding tighter, and this time it was both of those things. Your hands gripped his hand and shoulder hard, nails imprinting on his flesh. "Look at me when you cum."
You nodded, trying your best to listen and be good for him. You felt yourself become small under Doyoung's intense gaze, gulping when you felt your body begin to tense up. "Baby, I..I'm gonna.."
And just like that, you came hard squeezing around him hard. Your moans filled the room, body trembling under his when he pulled you closer.
"That's it Y/N. I know that felt good," he cooed. "Where do you want me to cum?"
"Inside me," you panted. "I wasn't kidding earlier."
"You sure? I don't mind doing it but-"
"I'm sure Doyoung." You kissed him, smiling against his lips when he kissed you back harder. Doyoung started thrusting into you again, a shudder falling last your lips. You were already sensitive from cumming first, every movement started feeling like an electrical current flowing throughout body.
"Fucking hell," you moaned loudly, throwing your head back at the feeling.
"Just a little more baby. Can you take it for me?"
"Anything for you." You were slightly slurring on your words, too overtaken with pleasure. Doyoung kept rocking his body at a steady pace, but his movements were getting rougher and rougher. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck, soft moans and whimpers leaving his lips closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Cum in me Doyoung. Make me yours."
That's all he needed. Doyoung came inside of you hard for the first time. The both of you moaned together, the warm liquid spreading inside you. Doyoung clung to your body, still holding your body close to his like you would run away from him. His breathing was heavy along with yours, breaths tickling your neck. Doyoung let go of your hand but stayed on your palm simply resting it.
"I can't believe we actually did that," he said giving you a soft tired chuckle.
"Well I can." You kissed the top of his head, nuzzling your nose in his hair.
"Are you..sure you're okay with me cumming inside you? That seemed like such a heat of the moment thing," he questioned.
"It was, but I don't regret it."
Doyoung lifted his body off of yours, staring down at your tired face. You had a happy, content look on your face, like you waited for this to happen. Just when he was about to say something thunder roared again. He looked over to the window, seeing that the hail stopped and all that was left was horrible rain. This time you didn't jump because you were so distracted by the mere thought of a mini Doyoung running around your house.
"The hail stopped.."
"I love you."
A soft laugh escapes your lips speaking at the same time as him. You licked your lips, smiling at his flustered expression. "Why are you getting embarrassed?"
"You said that out of nowhere," he said, blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Your naked and inside of me. And when you pull out, your-"
"Okay, okay. I get it. I shouldn't be embarrassed about it," he chuckled. Doyoung kissed you softly, smiling in your lips. "I love you too."
"Good. Now what are we naming our children?"
Doyoung gave you an amused look, trying to lift himself off your body only for you to pull him back down. "Y/N, we'll talk about that when I get off you."
"But I want you close," you pout.
"Okay, fine. If we have a girl, I like the name Sarah," he said, giving into your question.
"And a boy?"
"I just want girls."
"Do, that's not how it works-"
"I said what I said."
🦢 A WALTZ IN THE DARK ₊˚⊹ ˚ ༘ ⋆
ACT III THE CURTAINS FALL. | to the programme
chapter info . . . content the smut chapter. a little bit of miscommunication? warnings oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, profanity, exhibitionism maybe w. count 10k
series synopsis . . . the first and last time you and doyoung danced together was 5 years ago. 5 years since the mishap that founded your mistrust of him, at least as a duet partner. with the annual swan lake showing rolling around, you think you finally stand a chance to audition for the leads: odette and odile. it's every ballerina's dream to play this role at least once in their career. little do you know, rumour has it that kim doyoung just so happens to be auditioning for the role of prince siegfried this year.
tags @00127am @beomgyusonlywife @bloomyroses
If you were to describe your relationship with Kim Doyoung… it’d be a difficult task. If the saying, ‘opposites attract’ were true, then you and Doyoung would be the same pole on a bar magnet. It felt like with every pull comes a stronger push. But all those speculations and theorisations come to a halt as an elbow nudges you in the stomach.
“Hello?” Karina pushes you slightly with her shoulder, knocking you a couple of steps back. “You’ve got to quit staring at him like that.”
“I wasn’t—”
With one raise of her eyebrows, Karina shuts you up. You take a few steps to close the slight distance between you and Karina again, your shoulders pressed up against each other’s. “I was just… zoning out.”
“Sure,” Karina replies brightly, “Zoning out just fantasising about our Prince over there, I bet,” her head nods towards Doyoung across the room.
Now, it’s your turn to give your friend a nudge in the side, wanting desperately for her to stop speaking before anyone else hears you. She can barely hold back her chuckle and all you can do is hope that everyone else is too preoccupied with trying to memorise the sequence to pay attention to your personal gossip.
You were starting to dread these Fridays. With everyone in the company being in the same room at once, you felt like there were too many eyes on you. And Doyoung as well, but they don’t seem to be watching him for every mistake he makes like they do with you. Karina makes you forget about all that for a little bit, though, with her merciless teasing.
“Sorry! Sorry. I just never thought that you two would—y’know,” Karina leans into your ear, about to whisper the next part of her sentence before you stop her.
“Shh! What if someone hears?” You scan the massive stage as dancers line up row by row at the back.
Karina expels a shallow sigh, “Who cares! You two are grown adults, and it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong by kissing him.” She shrugs nonchalantly, watching as another lineup of ballerinas dance across the platform.
You try your best to ignore the acceleration in your chest at the mention of that. You’re not one to regret many things, but you do regret telling Karina about that night; she won’t stop questioning you like she’s some PI.
You run a hand up your opposite arm, giving yourself a slight squeeze on the shoulder. “We still haven’t talked about it,” you mumble.
Karina turns her head towards you and narrows her eyes. You flash a quick glance at her, then another, somewhat uncomfortable with how closely she’s studying you.
After a few moments of what felt more like hours of Karina intently just staring at you, it seems she has come to a conclusion.
She gasps a small breath, “Do you have feelings for him? God, you’re getting into character.”
“What?” You give her a light smack on the arm, “No! I don’t— I’m just bothered that we haven’t spoken in weeks. That’s all.” The words come out of you slowly and articulately, trying your best not to fall into the hole you’ve dug for yourself. One look at Karina’s face tells you that it’s not working as well as you’d hoped it would, though.
She turns her gaze back onto the stage in front of the two of you. Her eyes never leave Doyoung, now in centre stage, as she tilts her head sideways towards yours. “I believe you’ve fallen to what the professionals call, ‘method acting.’”
It was at this moment, that you knew you should never open your mouth about how your night-time practices are going nowadays to Karina if you still want to maintain some shred of dignity.
It’s another one of your customary late nights again. Thanks to this role, you’ve gotten a lot more familiar with each and every crevice of this practice room in the past month than you have in all your years working here.
Dejection seems to be a recurring theme during your OT hours lately. Not that you can help it. Colette’s still on you for not making your turns, though she has toned it down several notches, which is more than you can ask of her. And confronting failure face-to-face continually doesn’t necessarily boost the morale, especially when it’s 10pm and you’ve spent the last few hours by yourself, in silence. Just occasionally cussing yourself; your pointe shoes for giving out; or the wall that you spin into, out.
You sigh as you sit with your legs out in front of you in the middle of the studio, fingers squeezing the tops of your knees. For the first time tonight, you felt tired. You hadn’t paused to even breathe during this session, and now that you have, the weariness you’d built up is catching up to you. Still, there’s a tiny spark of determination within you that refuses to be extinguished—the only thing that’s stopping you from ending it here tonight and going home.
As a last-ditch effort, you pull your knees up to your chest and push yourself off the ground. One last try, for tonight at least, or you’ll end up causing more damage to your feet than you care to admit.
You don’t bother with the music, you haven’t bothered for a while now. Hearing the same build-up over and over again started to feel passionless. And something about it stirs a visceral reaction within you that you really wanted to avoid as much as you possibly can.
So, you position yourself in the very centre of the room. Eyes fixed on the ones staring back at you in the mirror. You spread your weight evenly between your two feet, one in front of you and the other behind. One of your arms round out in a semi-circle out in front parallel to your chest as the other stretches out to the side. You lean your weight slightly onto your back foot.
The room echoes with silence. A deep breath fills your lungs. Your eyes burn holes into the mirror, paying no mind to the stray strands of hair that splay out messily. You roll your shoulders back and straighten your spine. With one last breath, you sink into the heel of your back foot, and with all the remaining strength you can muster up, you push off into the starting turn.
You manage a double on the starting turn before coming back down on your heel to propel yourself up again. Your eyes never leave the spot you’ve marked on the mirror as you make your rounds. Mostly singles, some doubles, and some rare triples. In your head, you’re trying to keep count, but it’s not the easiest when you have multiple other things requiring your full attention.
12, 13, 14. Your heel lands again as you whip your other leg out to the side of you, forcing momentum when you draw it through into passé.
You’re nearly halfway there, and that’s when you remind yourself to not lose the strength in your core. You straighten back up as much as you can between turns, and you keep counting.
You’re starting to feel the inevitable stabbing of your nail against your own toe as you’re making your way through the 20’s. Your breathing is also getting heavier and heavier.
Expectations were low. You often get to this point, but fall short of just the 32 fouettés you need.
26, 27, 28.
You have to admit, there is a certain adrenaline that runs through you whenever you get this close. However, that’s the trap. You get excited, lose focus, and you don’t make it. So, as you catch a glimpse of your reflection, you try to steel the excitement threatening to boil over inside you. 29.
This time, as you come down, you push off again onto your toes with more force than ever, your other leg providing as much assistance as possible.
You spin once, meeting your eyes in the mirror. But you have enough momentum to not have to come down again. 30.
And again. Your gaze lingers as long as it possibly can before you have to whip your head around. 31.
The last, final turn you need. Friction is stretching your force thin. You’re on the finishing turn, and with the last bit of exertion from you, you manage to make a full spin. 32.
You land on your back foot, exhilarated at this small triumph that you shared with yourself tonight. Breath after breath, your chest rises and falls rapidly as you’re trying to blink away the dizziness.
Your arms fall to your sides, planting themselves onto your hips. An overwhelming sense of relief crashes over you as you watch your own reflection. A gentle smile starts to break onto your lips.
Then, something in the corner catches your attention.
Your eye darts over to the door. And what do you know—if this was any other setting, the very thought of being watched would be unsettling, but you should be used to it by now, you suppose.
“That was good.”
You hear it before you can clearly see anything. Perhaps your habit of not turning the lights on late on night does have its cons. But you don’t have to see for yourself to picture who it was in your head: Him and his devilishly handsome face.
On any other given night, you’d put up more of a rejection to his simple compliment and argue that you deserved a rating better than ‘good.’ But tonight, the urge just wasn’t there.
“Thanks,” you breathe out.
He walks in through the doorframe, more of him coming into light as he draws closer to you. With every step that he takes, it’s like your heart threatens more and more to jump out of your chest. Why am I feeling like this? It is the first time you’ve spoken in person since you kissed, yes, but that doesn’t change anything, right?
As he walks closer and closer towards you, the urge to have that sturdy wall of sarcasm you normally put up around you returns.
He stops a few steps short of being in reach of you. The planes of his cheeks highlighted by the glow of city lights outside. The man you’ve tolerated for as long as you can remember, Kim Doyoung, now standing in front of you, and it’s your knees that feel weak.
The thumping of your heart resonates in your ears—it’s so loud that you’re afraid even he can hear it. Trying to push all that down and stuff it into some locked up part of you, you try to think about how to navigate this conversation. Just two colleagues talking after ignoring each other after kissing each other; nothing to worry about.
“So. No lunchbox for me tonight?” You’re hoping that the cheek in your tone distracts from your undoubtedly rosying cheeks. But maybe acknowledging that was the wrong move—too late now.
“Actually, I was just about to leave it outside. But I saw you, instead.” He lifts his hand up and that’s the first time you spot the small, rectangular box in his grip.
You drag your eyes from the box back up to meet Doyoung’s. A beat passes.
Then, you muster up the courage. “Why… are you doing that for me?” You’ve asked yourself this question more times than you can count. Why is he being nice to you? That is strictly out of character for him, if you were to judge.
Doyoung crinkles his eyebrows, as if he’s offended that you’d asked him that question. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you bringing me…? Every night we’re here. I haven’t asked you to.” You speak slowly, as if you’re carefully treading through a minefield that is Kim Doyoung’s mind and reasoning.
“Skipping dinner’s bad,” he extends his arm out with the box in his hand, signalling for you to take it off of him. You’re reluctant, but he persists. “What? I’m… taking care of my costars.”
Your eyebrows quirk up at his choice of words. He holds it out a few more seconds before his patience wears thin.
“My arm is getting tired.”
And as his last push is met with nothing from you, he drops his hand to his side. Without a word, he scoffs and makes his way over back to where the door is.
“Fine, I’ll just put it in your bag.”
Subconsciously, you follow him as he walks over to the edge of the room, a bit dazed at the man in front of you.
He kneels down, shoving the box through the opening of your bag. When he stands up again, he seems a bit surprised that you’re literally right there behind him. Serves him right for all those other times he’s snuck up on you.
You stare at him and he stares back at you, his eyes widening at your silence, as if to say, “What?” in his typical bratty, condescending way.
“You’re overcompensating.” You shoot out.
“What?” His slight annoyance is replaced by confusion.
“Don’t worry,” your cadence loosens up as does your posture. In a more lax manner, you take a few steps towards the barre on the wall, next to Doyoung. “I’m not some charity case you’re condemned to because you feel bad for whatever.” You place your palms behind you on the barre, feeling somewhat pleased with yourself for having figured out Doyoung’s motivations.
Doyoung himself is slightly amused at your deduction. He leans backwards with his elbows on the barre, his legs stretching out in front of him. He turns his head, eyes looking down at you. “Believe it or not, I don’t see you as ‘charity work.’”
You take a second to still your heartbeat that seems dead set on betraying you with how you felt his breath fan faintly against your shoulder as he spoke. You turn to look him in the eyes, either to prove something to yourself, or to him—you couldn’t be sure.
“Then, why all this?”
Doyoung returns your gaze intently. You hadn’t planned for it, and now there’s no way you’re letting yourself back down. The way he looks at you—into you—hitches your breath. The last time he looked at you like this… You’re not sure you can stop history from repeating itself if he doesn’t stop now.
For a moment, you can swear his irises swirled like liquid pools of obsidian, the sheen in them barely visible under the dimness.
Before Doyoung even tries to come up with a way to talk his way out of this, he gives in. Into you.
In an instant, his lips envelopes yours. You wish you could say you were surprised, but deep down you were screaming at him to kiss you first.
You melt into the softness of his lips. The depth at which he takes you in makes the peck from last time seem like child’s play.
As both of you ease into each other’s touch, Doyoung’s eagerness becomes more and more apparent. One hand cups your jaw and the other settles on your nape, pulling you in as much as he can. Your lips fitted together like they were sculpted for each other. The way his mouth moved over yours as if they were connected to one mind.
Doyoung steps in between your legs, positioning himself in front of you with your back pressed against the wall. He never breaks his lips from yours, not even to take a breath. The hand that he previously had on your neck runs itself down to your waist, grabbing hold of it like he has so many times before. He pulls your torso closer to his, your chests pressed up together, your back slightly arched.
In all honesty, you would’ve expected Doyoung to be more the passive type, but you were gladly proven wrong. The way he presses his lips onto yours is with a force so strong that you’re sure it’s bound to leave your lips swollen and bruised. You don’t know if it’s intentional or not, but a groan rumbles in Doyoung’s throat, and you can feel it with a slight vibration. Your lips can’t help but draw themselves into a small smirk that he assuredly has to have felt.
It is only now that Doyoung pulls himself away from you, or more so pry himself away. In a way, you’re grateful because you don’t know how much longer you could’ve lasted before you completely lose yourself to his touch.
His face parts from yours with both of you trying to catch your breaths as quietly as you can.
With those eyes of his again, he switches between looking at your (only slightly swollen) lips and your eyes. He gently brushes the side of his thumb up your cheek, sliding under the hair that framed that part of your face.
His eyes follow the movement of his thumb, before glancing back at you. Breathily, he whispers, “Does that answer your question?”
It’s your lucky day. Karina had plans for lunch hour today, leaving you sitting alone in the middle of the canteen poking and prodding at your food. At first, you didn’t consider it entirely ‘lucky,’ but the more and more you thought about it, maybe it truly is. After all, if you tell Karina what happened two nights ago, she will no doubt hold it over you ’til the day you die. And not telling her isn’t exactly an option if she asks—she always has a way of getting inside your brain. And even if she doesn’t ask, she could definitely tell something’s up especially with how you’re having to bite back your own smile at random given moments of the day. So all in all, maybe you are lucky, at least for today.
That very sliver of luck lasted only moments, though.
Your eyes are down, staring somewhat blankly at your phone screen in an attempt to seem preoccupied. However, someone sees through your act—or maybe he just doesn’t care for it.
Doyoung slides his tray onto your table, swiftly taking a seat opposite you. You look up at him, watching his very nonchalant actions as if this happens every day.
“What are you doing?” You mutter, perhaps involuntarily. Some part of you is taken aback, another part is confused. Every single time—every one of your encounters with Kim Doyoung felt like a chess game. When you think you’ve seen through his tactics, he reveals that he already has several other countermoves calculated.
Doyoung does what he does best: ignore you. He places his hands on the table, eyes scanning over your tray and his briefly. Then, he lifts his gaze up onto you. “Are you free this weekend?” He asks with an expression on his face that’s a little hard to read. It’s a strange combination of politeness and formality that you’re not used to from him, at least not when directed at you.
“What?” Your response almost comes out as a chuckle. What is he up to?
“Well, if you are, I have two tickets to a show.” He ends his sentence with a small smile on the corner of his lips.
Is he…? Now, you’re almost certain that today is your lucky day because thank God, Karina isn’t here to witness this.
Back to the situation at hand… what are you supposed to make of this? Is this a date? Or maybe you’re jumping to conclusions for even assuming he’s asking you out on a date. Yes, you two kissed, twice. But does that equal a date now?
God.
Does he like you?—Why does that matter?
Stop thinking.
You open your mouth to start saying something, and Doyoung looks at you expectantly. You suck in a quick breath, then your lips purse together. But you have to say something.
“If this is because of the other night, you don’t have to—” You cut yourself off as Doyoung raises his brows, prompting you to go on. “What are you up to?”
Doyoung leans in closer, planting both elbows on the tabletop. He tilts his head slowly to the side, gaze fixed pointedly at you, “You keep thinking I have ulterior motives.”
The urge to push his head back with your finger entertains you for a second, before you shoo it away. “Because this is unlike you. 5 years, and I’ve never seen you speak to someone if you’re not forced to.” You lean back into your chair, folding your arms across your stomach. “You’ve always had a kinda cold, and mysterious aura to you,” you mumble, maybe more to yourself than to him.
That seems to pique his intrigue. “You think I’m mysterious?” His eyebrows lift, exposing his amusement.
“That’s not what I meant,” you refute bluntly. “I just thought you were keeping up an image. The whole, ‘I’m a loner, but I’m still cool’ thing, you know?”
If this whole encounter was a chess game, then you just found checkmate. Doyoung looks at you a bit in disbelief, and maybe slightly insulted.
“You think I—Okay, no,” he shuts you down firmly. He places his hands onto the table again, “Now, the tickets.”
Truth be told, you’ve been thinking about him ever since that night, but you would probably die before ever admitting that.
“I mean, sure. But you’re not denying that you have an image problem.”
At the first sound of your acceptance, Doyoung slides his fingers underneath his tray and is preparing to get up out of his seat. He stands up and tucks his chair in with his free hand. Once again, doing what he does best, he ignores the latter half of your sentence, “Saturday night, 7pm.”
With that, he’s set off in some direction to wherever he’s going. He’s just taken a few steps away and before he’s out of earshot, you follow up, “And what if people talk?”
He doesn’t stop walking away from you with his back turned, countering, “Sounds like you’re the one with an image problem.”
Saturday night, 6:55pm.
Shit.
Apparently, the entire population of Paris decided to get on this very subway all at the same time. The doors slide open but you’re having to budge and shove through row after row of people just to get off the car and onto the platform.
It’s a 10 minute walk and you have 5 minutes. If you don’t run to the theatre, Doyoung will inevitably be complaining about how you’re late for the whole night.
Running is a bit difficult though (and not to mention embarrassing) especially in the heels that you’re in.
You walk as fast as you possibly can out of the station and onto the city streets. The sun is just barely peeking out from the horizon and the lampposts begin to turn on as you weave your way through the avenues.
You’re just a crossing away from the theatre when you spot a particular silhouette. Their back is turned towards you, but you recognise that person as Doyoung. It’s in the way he stands, and the positioning of his feet. It’s undoubtedly him.
His head is down, presumably on his phone. The light turns green and you begin to cross. Just as you’re about to reach the other side of the street, you feel a buzz in your hand. You face the screen towards you. 7:02pm. And as you predicted, Doyoung is already starting his carping. A message pops up on the bottom of your screen, “Are you here yet?”
For whatever reason unbeknownst to you, your lips curve into a tiny smile that you have to force away, ignoring his message at the same time. You walk the couple of steps that separate you and Doyoung.
His back is still turned towards you, completely unaware of your being there behind him. He dons a long, black wool coat that amplifies his already broad shoulders, making him look and feel larger than life. To your surprise, the outfit you’re wearing coincidentally somewhat matches his—a long black dress with a coat over top. If people didn’t know better, they’d probably assume the two of you matched on purpose..
You hesitate before tapping his shoulder lightly with two fingers. His head turns around swiftly. And before you even get the chance to say anything—
“You’re late.”
You can’t resist the urge to roll your eyes and sigh. “By 2 minutes! And look,” You glance downwards at your shoes, Doyoung following your gaze. “You should be grateful I even made it here with two intact ankles.”
Doyoung eyes your heels, chuckling lightly to himself.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he looks at you with a satisfied smile on his face. “We should go in before we’re too late,” he suggests with a dip of his head towards the entrance of the theatre.
You mumble a quiet, “Whatever,” under your breath before you start heading towards the theatre ingress, Doyoung closely following behind you.
The theatre stands majestically. Every single element of it meticulously ornate, as is the rest of the architecture in the city, but this truly was something else. Its facade is adorned with intricate columns and statues sculpted to perfection. The golden lights illuminate the archways between the sculptures, leading to the interior. Every detail of the design echoed a timeless charm and glamour.
You’ve passed by this theatre more than a handful of times, but it’s your first time actually going inside.
“What are we watching, anyway?” You turn your head around to voice, being cautious as you climb the steps leading to the open doors.
“You’ll see,” is all Doyoung responds back with.
It’s your turn to follow behind Doyoung as he hands the tickets to the man standing next to the entrance doors. You glance down at the tickets as the doorman studies them briefly before welcoming the both of you inside.
You give him a polite smile as you pass by, still following Doyoung. You make up the couple of steps between you and Doyoung so that you’re walking parallel to him.
“Swan Lake? Really?”
Doyoung smiles at you gently, “It’s a classic for a reason.”
Three beautifully devastating hours later, the ballet finishes. And Doyoung was right, it is a classic for a reason. No matter how many times you watch Swan Lake, it still manages to completely beguile you. The ballerina they casted for the main role was incredible, undeniably so. It’s then that you begin to question if you should’ve came here tonight. All that it seemed to do was make you doubt whether or not you can give a performance half as enchanting as hers.
You and Doyoung are walking silently next to each other in streets illuminated by nothing but the warm glow of the lampposts. He insisted on walking you home, though he lives in the other direction.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Doyoung utters after a prolonged silence. He steps under the gleam of one of the lamps, highlighting the sharpness of his features as he looks back at you.
The mellow breeze of the night blows softly against you. “They were good.”
“We can do better,” he follows, resulting in you cracking a small smile.
“Cocky.”
“No—Just confident.”
“Fine, overconfident then.”
He takes a big step ahead, balancing on one foot as he tilts his head to catch a glimpse of your face, forcing you to look at him. “And what’s wrong with that? I believe in us.”
Soon enough, the two of you arrive in front of your apartment complex. The chill in the night lingers in the air between the two of you. You mumble a quiet, “So,” under your breath, disguised as a sigh.
Stuffing your hands inside the pockets of your jacket, you rock forwards onto your toes. You suck in a long breath. “Thanks for the date,” you make it a point to highlight the sarcasm in your tone, but really, you were just trying to see his reaction.
Doyoung, however, doesn’t buy your facade. His eyebrows tick up and his eyes glisten with a hint of amusement. “A date, huh?”
“That was a little something called a joke,” you quickly follow.
“Well,” he leans forward an inch or so closer to your face. “Joking or not, we can’t end the perfect date without a kiss,” he mutters lowly as he looks into your eyes.
You stare back at him, frozen. Your heart beats faster and faster with every second that he has his eyes on you. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for any sign from you.
Inching ever so slowly towards him, you drop your gaze onto his lips. Softly, you press a gentle peck onto him. When you lean back and open your eyes again, he’s wearing the faintest trace of a smile on his face that you’re sure has already burned its image into your mind.
“You should really find funnier things to joke about,” Doyoung utters. “Good night,” he whispers as he’s about to take a step back from you.
“Wait,” you reach out and grab ahold of his wrist. There’s an eagerness in your voice that you regret as soon as you spoke aloud. Doyoung looks at your hand wrapped around him, then up at you, causing you to loosen your grip. You know you’re probably going to regret this but—“It’s still early. Do you want to stay for a drink?” Your head and your heart has never worked against each other like this. You regretted it as soon as you made the offer, but your heart was just a beat faster than your mind tonight.
There’s a brief moment of quiet where you’re sure he would say ‘no.’ But instead, he looks down at the ground, biting back his bottom lip before nodding along. “Sure,” Doyoung agrees with an easy shrug.
You lead him into the lobby of your complex silently. The air only seems to thicken with every second that you spend with him by your side, and it doesn’t help that the lift takes forever to arrive. You step inside, your heels clicking against the marble floor, and Doyoung follows along.
He watches your every movement, from your pressing of the elevator buttons to you leaning back against the banister along the walls. You catch his eyes, and he doesn’t even try to hide his observing you.
A chuckle catches in your throat, “What?”
“What?” He echoes you with a certain smugness in his expression.
The lift stops right in time and the doors slide open. You let your eyes linger on Doyoung’s as you walk past him to exit into the hallway. Pulling out your keys from your pockets, you instinctually unlock your door in one swift motion and let yourself and Doyoung in.
Your arm reaches out to the side to flick the kitchen lights on. Stepping out of your heels, you slip off your jacket at the same time, throwing it onto the chair by the door. “Red or white?” You ask Doyoung, who’s slowly taking his own jacket off and setting it down on top of yours.
You open the cupboard to where you store all your wines, scanning through your options. Doyoung sidles up to you, looking up at the cupboard himself. Then, you make the mistake of turning your head.
He reaches his hand onto the handle of the cabinet, boxing you in between him and the wall. His gaze is fixed on the bottles, as if he’s really studying through each of them right now. The top buttons of his dress shirt are undone, the collar slightly crooked. A hum sounds from him, reverberating in the close distance between your bodies. His neck catches a sheen from the city lights filtering through your balcony doors behind you. And it’s only then you realise you’d just about made the biggest mistake of your life.
He angles his head downwards to look at you, an oh-so-innocent expression scrawled all over his face. “What do you think?” He asks with a feigned cluelessness in the lift of his brows.
You catch a subtle hint of his cologne—which was probably more effective than any other bottle that you had up in that cupboard in making you drunk. “What do I think?” you breathe out. Doyoung tilts his head towards the cabinet, but the look in his eyes told you he had no intention of opening up any of the bottles.
Doyoung drops his hand from the handle onto the edge of the countertop as he takes a step closer towards you. One step. And he’s cornered you between himself and the glass doors to the balcony.
“That’s what I asked, wasn’t it?” His voice is low and sultry as his eyes study each and every detail of your face.
For the last time tonight, you try to still the pounding in your chest, but it was clear that your attempts proved futile. “I think…” you start slowly, lightly tracing the tips of your fingers from up his hips to his collarbone. “Fuck the wine.”
Your fingers grab onto the silky fabric of his collar, pulling him close. His lips crash onto yours in an instant. Once you’ve given him the green light, there’s nothing holding him back.
Doyoung’s hands roams every inch of your body as he kisses you as if you are the very air he needs to breathe. One of his hands grip tightly onto the flesh of your thigh, fingertips digging into the sides of it.
You wrap your arms around his neck, holding and keeping him close to you. For a moment, it felt like deja vu with the way he’s kissing you. So deeply and fervently. You throw your head back to catch a quick breath, but Doyoung doesn’t let even the tiniest fraction of a second slip away from him.
He attaches his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of his kisses down onto your collarbones. His hand covers the small of your back, arching it into him as he sucks on your skin.
You move your arms down behind your back, hands searching blindly for something. Then, a noise clicks in between your panting and the sound of Doyoung leaving desperate kisses on your skin. Doyoung pulls back slightly with a darkness in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what you just did. A smirk overtakes his lips, quickly taking yours into his again.
“You want everyone to know what we’re doing up here?” He mutters breathily in between quick kisses. God. You can feel his smirk against your lips when he envelopes you, twisting your stomach in ways you never thought possible. “I don’t mind.”
The click was the sound of you unlocking the handles. He takes a step backwards, pulling you along with him as he swings both doors to your balcony open. Immediately, a breeze brushes against your skin that only adds to the butterflies in your stomach.
Doyoung presses you up against the cold, iron railing of the balcony, prompting a quiet ‘shit’ from you. The contrast of his warm palms on your thighs and the icy metal on your back sends chills down your spine.
His hands inch higher and higher up your legs, slipping under the chiffon of your dress. Meanwhile, his lips are never parted from you for more than a few seconds at a time. You open your arms, hands each gripping the top rail of the banister so tightly that your knuckles are beginning to change colours.
Doyoung moves your leg up, wrapping it around his waist. He trails his lips again over the delicate skin of your neck and chest. When the neckline of your dress gets in the way, he simply had no choice but to move onto the next part of you that’s uncovered by fabric.
Doyoung kneels down onto his knees. As he does so, his grip on your leg remained steady as he lapped it over his shoulder. He presses gentle pecks onto your inner thigh as he continues to lift the hem of your dress up, unveiling more of you bit by bit at a time.
Patience was never your strong suit. Doyoung, however, seemed to be the complete opposite. He takes his time peppering kisses all over the skin of your thigh as anticipation builds up within you. For a moment, you forget that you’re out on the balcony, but you’re reeled back into the present as another subtle gust of wind catches itself in your hair.
You bite down on your lip as Doyoung’s mouth inches closer and closer to the hem of your underwear. The anticipation practically pooling in between your legs. He lifts the dress up slightly above your waist, holding it in place as he grabs onto your hips with his big palms.
He leans in closer, moving excruciatingly slowly. You can feel the warmth of his breath so, so painfully close to you. He traces a finger along the lace trim, then softly presses his lips onto it—half of it touching fabric, the other half touching your bare skin. You wrap the leg you have thrown over his shoulder tighter around him at the sensation, or the lack thereof.
Doyoung slides two fingers under the hem. He’s a tease. He runs the tips of his fingers downwards along the edge. Doyoung looks up at you watching him expectantly, smirking at the sight of you, breathing so heavily. He bunches the fabric together, pushing it to the side, and immediately, the chill in the night jolts you.
This is remedied by the presence of Doyoung’s lips on your clit. He first plants a gentle kiss, then, doing what he did on your neck and your chest, he swirls his tongue over it. His humming adding to the pressure building steadily within you.
You purse your lips together, desperate to not make a noise, and your leg tries to clamp itself shut.
Doyoung pulls away, licking his lips before tutting his tongue. “You wanted everyone to hear, didn’t you? That’s why you opened these doors?” He presses the tip of his middle finger up onto your folds, drawing ovals as he spreads the wetness all over your cunt. “Don’t get shy now.”
He latches his lips onto your clit again, and without notice, pushes that very finger up into you. The surprise of his movements forces a moan out of you, one that you couldn’t suppress.
Steadily, he slides in another finger, continuing to go deeper and deeper, —threatening more and more noises from you.
You let go of the rail with one of your hands, unable to hold back from the aching neediness you feel between you. Your fingers find themselves entangled in Doyoung’s hair, drawing him closer to you as you begin to move your hips against the friction of his touch.
He mumbles contently against you, “That’s it, princess.” Humming approvingly as you continue to grind yourself down into him. The entire length of his fingers disappear inside you and gradually, he pulls them out before picking up his pace.
Still, you’re straining your whines and whimpers, as if you’re embarrassed for him to hear them. You throw your head back as he begins to slide his fingers in and out of you at an increasing pace, a strangled moan catching in your breath.
He mumbles again, “Don’t hold back for me.”
The next morning, you wake up in your bed. Pillows scattered over the floor, sheets sprawled out on top of you. You turn, facing the other side of the bed only to find it empty. A haze covers your memory of the night before, as if the events have been frosted over, sealing last night to the you in those moments only.
A sudden pounding plagues your head and you begin to feel the ache all over your body. You shut your eyelids tightly, trying to will away the pain searing through your muscles, but it doesn’t work.
Sliding on your slippers, you shuffle your way out of your bedroom only to find your entire apartment empty. There’s a sinking feeling in your chest for a brief moment before your eye catches something on your kitchen countertop. A note.
You sidle over, and immediately you can recognise the paper that the note’s written on. The neat handwriting on it read, “I’m off to practice. I made some breakfast for you with what you had, hope that’s alright,” with a small smiley face on the bottom corner.
You glance back at where the note was, and sure enough, there’s a plate of pancakes sitting on your countertop.
Taking a deep breath, you put the note back down. The sudden need to decipher and ascertain what last night means overtakes you, and you know just what you need to do.
You head back into your bedroom, throwing sheets and pillows all over the place to look for your phone. After scouring around for 5 solid minutes, you find it tucked into your bed frame.
Somewhat half-awake, you scroll through your contacts to find Karina’s name. The tone dials three times before she picks up.
There was no way that you wouldn’t tell her what happened between you and Doyoung—you could only keep things from her for so long. After Doyoung had left you that day in the canteen, it took you a little over 24 hours to spill everything to Karina. She was neither surprised or impressed.
“How’d it go?” She answers the phone, no greetings or anything.
You take in a deep breath, certain that Karina can probably hear you. “I don’t know,” you blurt out truthfully.
“Good-you-don’t-know, or bad-you-don’t-know?”
“Good? I guess? Karina…” You sigh, for probably the dozenth time since you’ve woken up this morning.
Karina waits a few seconds before she speaks again, “Tell me everything.”
You recap how the night went, leaving some details out when it got to the later part of things. Though you can’t see her, you can visualise her reactions just from her squealing over the phone.
“This method acting thing is really working, huh?” She chuckles to herself.
“No!” You rub your palm over your forehead. “I don’t know. I don’t know if he likes me or if I like him. It’s… weird.”
“Be so serious right now,” Karina says bluntly, “You’re kidding me.”
“What if it’s just physical?”
“Is it just physical for you?
“No,” you’re quick to answer that, “I don’t think so.” Karina stays silent for a moment or two, and you can picture her eyebrows shooting up in that familiar way when she’s trying to prove you wrong.
“Listen,” Karina sighs, “Friends who fuck for fun don’t cook each other breakfast. And go out on dates. I’m sure it’s a thrill to have anyone’s hands on you,” The sarcasm heavily blanketed her last sentence.
“It wasn’t a date,” you weakly try to object while thinking over her words.
“Yeah, just two people hanging out casually ending in a hook-up. Not a date. Just saying, that’s never happened to us before.”
Karina spends some more time trying to open your eyes to the truth that you were so repellent to, to no avail.
By the end of the phone call, you let yourself fall onto your bed, mind more muddled up than before. Not exactly what you hoped for in this situation.
It’s been exactly 4 days since that fateful night. The date, as Karina kept referring to it as. You haven’t had the opportunity to see Doyoung this week, yet, which, thanks to partner practice, will change today. As soon as you step through the door to the studio, to be specific.
The moment you do, you hear a voice squealing out your name. Jerking your head upwards, you catch the eyes of Colette who’s making a beeline towards you.
“So, how was it?” She asks excitedly, catching you off guard for multiple reasons. 1, she’s never that cheery in the mornings. 2, you have no idea what ‘it’ is.
“How was…?” You trail off, letting her fill in the blanks of her query.
“The date!” Colette exclaims. And in the corner of your eye, you can see a head snap sharply in the direction of the two of you in the front of the room. You look over, and Doyoung’s standing there, in the middle of rolling up his long sleeves. Your gaze locks with his for a second or two, and a sudden embarrassment burns within your eyes that you’re not sure if you need to hide from him. You look back at Colette, her anticipation evident in her features.
“It was delightful,” Doyoung answers from across the room, rolling up the other sleeve. “Is that enough gossip for you today?” He says pointedly.
Colette widens her eyes at you. She leans in to your right side, putting her hand on your elbow as she mutters quietly into your ear, “I asked him earlier before you got here and he wouldn’t say anything.” She pulls away from you, “Did you have a nice time?”
You give her a polite nod with a small smile and she seems satisfied enough with that answer, mirroring your grin. Colette drops her hand from your elbow, letting you settle your stuff down.
Doyoung makes his way up to the centre, where Colette stands facing him. You shoot a quick glance back at them, a slight nervousness bubbling up inside you as they mumble among themselves, too quiet for you to make out anything they’re saying. As you’re pulling your pointe shoes out of your bag, Colette suddenly remarks again, “And to think you wanted to drop the role because you didn’t think you’d have chemistry with him, Y/N.”
You look back again at the two of them. Doyoung is facing away from you, stretching his ankles on the floor. You flash a tight-lipped smile at Colette before standing up and joining them.
Practice ended earlier than usual today—you’re not complaining about it though. Despite you never going home until later into the night, you’re still thankful that at least you have a slightly longer break today before you start your individual sessions again.
You dig through your bag for your purse, wanting to maybe get a snack or two at the canteen. You’re fishing around, and instead of your purse, you find your box of cigarettes. Your arms freeze momentarily. Flipping over the tab, you see that there’s only one left, having not touched them since the last time Doyoung caught you smoking and being his usual irritating self, chided you for it.
A small curve forcibly tugs on the corners of your mouth. You fold the tab back over, burying the box into a pocket inside the bag.
That evening, Doyoung freely waltzes into your practice room whilst you’re in the middle of practicing your turns. You haven’t been able to execute them as well as you had that one time, and you’re determined to perfect it.
Leisurely, as if he owned the place, Doyoung coasts through the door. He leans against the barre in front of the mirror as he takes a sip of his water from his bottle, eyes fixed on you in midst of a set of pirouettes.
“I thought you got those down last time,” Doyoung speaks right as you land, appearing to be perfectly balanced despite the blur over your vision. He continues, “You can’t work yourself to the bone.”
“Once is a fluke,” you take a deep breath in.
“You’re plenty skilled.” He treads lightly towards you.
You look up at him coming closer, leaning your torso over to even your breathing again. “What? You’re done with practice so you’re here to distract me?”
Doyoung joins you in the middle of the room, taking a swig of his water. “I mean, nothing better to do.”
You plant your hands on the sides of your hips, eyes still locked on his. A beat passes by.
You drop your eyes from him, “Thanks for breakfast the other day, by the way.” You lift your foot from the ground slightly, pretending to be stretching it just so you don’t have to look at him.
“You’re welcome,” his tone is indecipherable.
The silence between the two of you quickly becomes awkward for you, desperate for some way to escape it.
“About the other night…” Doyoung’s voice softly begins as he sets the bottle in his hand on the floor.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” you reply trying to sound as nonchalant as you can, leaning your back into the wall of the pillar in the middle of the room. Truth be told, you were the furthest thing from nonchalant, but you couldn’t afford for him to know that.
Doyoung closes the gap between the two of you. He looks down at you, a hint of desperation in his eyes. “Okay, we don’t have to talk about it,” he repeats. He turns around so that his back is up against the pillar as well. “But we should do something about it.”
You glance over at him looking into the reflections of the two of you. In that moment, you’re not entirely sure what he’s hinting at. Then, you catch a glimpse of his hand, and suddenly your breath hitches. Without him even needing to say another word, your chest begins to burn, thanks to your sudden recollection that kicks in right at this moment. “Something like…?”
Doyoung pulls his eyes away from the mirror and onto you, watching as you take step and step closer, until you’re positioned in front of him between his legs. His gaze grows more intense as he continues to watch you, his smirk too. “That’s not quite what I meant, but I’m not complaining.” He finds himself putting his hand onto your hips without even thinking about it, as if it comes naturally to him. To be fair, he has already done so multiple times earlier in the day during your session, and it took all the will in you to focus on the choreography instead of his hands on you.
Your palms travel up against his chest, fingers clasping together at the back of his neck. You tilt your head slightly, “Really? This wasn’t what you had in mind?”
He purses his lips together briefly, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob slightly as he gulped. “You're right. Let’s not talk.”
In a split second, your lips were pressed against each others. By now, the feeling of his lips on yours felt familiar enough that you’re sure your features have been moulded to fit his own. The softness of his lips contrasted by the pure desire driving his eagerness is a deadly combination.
Your fingers inch their way into his hair, and his pulling on your waist. His palms slide downwards, and effortlessly, Doyoung hoists you up into his arms with your legs wrapping tight around him.
The sudden movement catches you by surprise, making your lips part as you gasped gently. Doyoung settles his hands in the nook of your knees, and with you around him, he walks the two of you to the wall nearby, setting you down on top of the wooden barre.
His fingers push the strands of your hair back as he slides them up along your jawline. Your entire body pressed firmly against the wall, Doyoung buries himself in the crook of your neck. His hand caresses your cheek as he laid down kiss after kiss on your skin.
The whole time, you’re letting stifled hums and whines out, and every time you did, you can feel Doyoung smirking against you. You can’t help but to pull his hips closer to you with every second that goes by, desperate to have something. Your fingertips work their way around to the front of his waistband, hooking a thumb inside. If he didn’t sense your agitation before, he certainly did now.
Doyoung pulls himself away from your neck. The visual of the low lighting combined with his disheveled hair, courtesy to you, was enough to drive you insane.
“You’re not very patient, are you?” He mutters as he runs a hand up and down your thigh tauntingly.
Can he blame you? Your mind has been driven to a place where you can’t even think straight anymore, only wanting to have your way in that instant. You bite down on your bottom lip, and slowly, with your eyes locked, you pull back the waistband of Doyoung’s sweatpants.
His eyes are filled with a deep carnal desire. Placed under his astute observation, you unhook your thumb from his sweats and instead, begin to peel off your leotard one strap at a time. He follows the movement of your hand as it slides the thin straps off of your shoulders, revealing your chest to him.
He hangs his head back, eyes closed, almost like he’s trying to not look at you. A quiet ‘fuck’ slips out from under his breath. You continue to strip off the rest of your leotard along with the thin, chiffon skirt that you had wrapped tightly around your waist.
Doyoung brings himself to look at you again, now with your entire torso bare. “Fuck, okay.” He sucks in the hollows of his cheeks as he brusquely pulls on the bunched up fabric and slides them off of you entirely.
You shoot him a quick look and he immediately pulls his shirt off with one of his hands. He takes your lips into his fervently as the tip of his thumb grazes against the underside of your breast repeatedly.
Your hand travel down to the front of his trousers and not as discreetly as you’d thought. Doyoung groans lightly as you palm his bulge, even biting down on your lip when you apply more pressure.
“Okay, okay,” he whispers breathily, grabbing your wrist to direct it away before pushing down his sweats.
You try to keep your eyes on him but even in the bottom of your eyeline, you can see it spring up, hard and red. Doyoung wraps his long fingers around his cock, giving it a quick couple of strokes as he grunts lowly.
The aching desire within you increases tenfold. And you couldn’t resist looking down, watching his hand travelling all the way up and down his length. A spark of frustration ignites within you, wanting desperately for him to just be inside of you right this second.
Doyoung watches you watching him. He tries to stifle a chuckle, which catches your attention. “If you’re just going to jerk off, don’t waste my time here.” The movement of his arm slows down slightly, but his smirk grows wider.
“I would never want to waste your time,” he mutters tantalisingly.
Doyoung holds a firm grip around the base of his length. He looks down, having to stop himself drooling from the sight in front of him. He taps the head of his cock on your cunt, catching you by surprise and making you clench your thighs around him harder, which does nothing but elicit a chuckle from him.
Doyoung tightens the grip he has around himself, trying to still his shaking hand. And not being able to hold himself back any longer, he gently pushes himself into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your nails find themselves dug into the skin of his back as he drives further and further in.
Your lips are parted, but you’re holding your breath. Doyoung’s gaze falls upon your face, watching every slight movement in your features as he pushes the last of himself into you. And though he hasn’t even done anything, yet, just the sheer size of him inside exhausts you. You rest your forehead against his bare shoulder, needing him to hold you steady with his arms.
He plants a gentle kiss on the back of your head, “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
And when you think your body couldn’t feel any weaker, your thighs tense up at the sound of his words.
Doyoung lays his fingers on the nape of your neck, gently lifting your head and forcing you to look at him just inches away from your face. “You okay?” he mouths, earning an eager nod from you. You’re met with a small, pleasant smile from him at your response.
He slowly drags himself against the tightness of your walls, groans catching in his throat.
Doyoung begins to thrust his hips forwards and back, filling you up with his cock again and again. You let yourself wholly collapse into his chest standing up tall against you. The friction very quickly proves to be not enough for you, causing you to move your hips in unison with his.
A string of curses and moans falls from Doyoung’s lips as he picks up the pace. His hands also tighten around you, to steady himself or to steady you, it’s hard to say. He, once again, buries himself into your neck, panting into your skin and leaving subtle bite marks on it.
You snake a hand around to your clit, rubbing in synchrony to the rhythm of his hips. The stimulation overwhelms you, your mind solely focused on the desire to cum. Your head is propped up on Doyoung’s shoulder, and every time you moan into his ears, his heart skips a beat and he thrusts harder into you.
He mumbles your name over and over again, followed by a series of ‘fuck’s and ‘shit’s. His breathing, as well as yours, become rugged and uneven.
You can feel the pressure steadily building up within you, the circling of your fingertips becoming more violent by the second.
The bubbling of anticipation inside of you brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your body threatens to tremble, even when propped up by the strength of Doyoung's arms.
“I’m so close,” you manage to whimper next to Doyoung’s ear. And unbeknownst to you, that completely unravels him. Desperation taking over, he plunges himself deeper and harder into you.
The sudden change in tempo almost urges you to sink your teeth down into his shoulder. Your fingers are beginning to cramp but you’re so close to your orgasm, it’s basically within reach.
You lean your forehead onto Doyoung’s shoulder as weariness begins to take over your muscles. You just needed a little bit more to push you over the edge, and the sight of him ramming his cock inside of you made you fall apart.
Your walls clench so tightly around Doyoung that it’s physically hard for him to continue thrusting into you. Even if you tried to quiet yourself down, the overwhelming pleasure takes over any logical mind and you’re practically screaming out his name. Preoccupied with your own pleasure, you hardly noticed the stiffening of Doyoung’s arms around you, until you felt the warm ropes of his cum threatening to spill out.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to go quiet. Time stopped for a minute or two as your body slowly comes down from such a high. Your chests rise and fall in unison, both desperately panting to collect your breaths again.
You lean your head back against the wall, your half-lidded eyes meeting Doyoung’s. Your lips hang slightly ajar as the thumping of your chest increasingly gets louder and louder in your ears. You rest your forearms on his shoulders, weakly interlocking your fingers together.
You pant. “Do you fuck all your costars like that?” Lazily teasing him with half of a smirk.
Doyoung leans in, still inside of you, unthinkingly pecking the side of your lips.
He whispers into your ear, “Just the one I like.”
END OF ACT III
© misted-dream 2024
Pretty little assistant (Nct doyoung) (requested)
Warnings: cnc, age-gap, slight degradation, unprotected sex, a bit of size kink ig?
"P-please stop it!" You cried from the harsh thrusts your boss gave you. All you wanted was to give him his files, not expecting to be locked in with him inside his office . "Shut the fuck up and take it, you're dripping wet." He said between his groans, a hand wrapping around your throat.
"This is w-wrong mr.kim" you cried, your tiny fists hitting him on the shoulder weakly but he paid no attention. His eyes fixed on your gushing wet cunt as he pounded into you strongly, licking his lips. His glasses, falling off his nose.
"Little play things like you deserve to be fucked hard. Walking around the office with those skimpy skirts and unbuttoned blouse spilling your tits out when I pass by. You wanted some real fucking, yeah? From an older man?" He spits into your mouth, hand leaving your throat and now gripping your chin tightly. You swallowed his spit making him chuckle. "Look at you, filthy whore."
He unbuttoned the rest of your blouse, latching his lips onto your tits sucking harshly leaving marks everywhere. You pushed his head away and tried to run but he only pulls you back throwing you back onto the couch, pounding into you harder than before. You started to moan loudly, tears streaming down your face. "Mr.kim...."
"Don't run away from me, you slut. You know you want this." He whispered while nibbling on your earlobe. It went on for hours, he could not stop cumming inside you, taking you in all positions. Your blouse was now completely stained with sweat, his saliva and cum. Hips hurting from his harsh thrusts, ass red from his slaps, your skirt pushed up to your waist. He released himself one last time into you before falling beside you panting heavily. He fixed back his glasses and tie before glancing at you, smirking at your fucked up state. He fucked you dumb like how you wanted it.
"You look like the filthiest sight ever..." He said and you didn't reply, still recovering from the high . "Do you think everyone noticed? I was gone for a long time." You asked after a few minutes making him chuckle "I'm sure the entire floor knows how much of a whore you are for me by now. My pretty little assistant."
NCT members who I think have a Dumbification kink
This list includes: Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin, Hendery, Renjun, Jaemin, Haechan, Shotaro, Chenle and Jisung
❃ Taeil
Taeil was shocked himself when he realised he had this kink, he only knew he did the day you completely unraveled in front of him, tears falling from your eyes, nails digging into his arms and constant whines and whimpers leaving your lips. He slowed down to see if you were okay but it only made you more of a mess, but the second he saw you struggling to tell him to keep going was the second he realised how much he loved that side of you.
You were cock drunk, nothing could have made you feel the way Taeil’s cock did. The way he drilled his cock into you made your whole body shake, your eyes struggling to stay opens a few stray tears fell from them. “My sweet baby is all fucked out isnt she?” His tone was soft, it was a complete contrast to how he was treasure your body in that moment “Bet she can’t think of anything other than my cock”
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❃ Yuta
Yuta is as sadistic as a man can get, even if you’re fucked out of your mind he’ll still fuck with you. He’ll do anything he can to make you struggle, seeing you with teary eyes and shaky legs is one of his favourite sights and he just can’t get enough of it.
“You wanted it so now you have to do it yourself” Yuta’s eyes flickered down to your body, his hands resting behind his head as he watched you ride him, your hands on his chest to try to steady yourself but it wasn’t working, you were a wreck. “Besides, how am I meant to know you’re struggling if you can’t tell me” You parted your lips to speak but all that came out was a shaky moan, your hips grinding against his as by now your legs had given out and it’s all you could do to see feel him move inside of you “Silly girl thinking I would help you, I guess you really are cock dumb”
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❃ Doyoung
Evil was one thing, but Doyoung was far past the bar that was set. He has the most sinful obsession with your whines, especially the ones you make when you can’t get anything else out. The desperation and need that is held behind them makes him laugh, he could never understand how someone so sweet could be so cock obsessed.
“Would you be embarrassed if someone saw you right now? Crying over how much you love my cock” You whomped at his words, his cock pressing deeper inside of you with every sharp thrust “Maybe I should invite some people over so they can see the real you, I know how much you would enjoy that” It would be embarrassing, but you also couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him to fuck you silly in front of his friends and the way you clenched around him only proved his point to him. He laughed “Tell me who you want and I’ll let them sit in one time, I’d love for my friends to know how you’d do anything for me to fuck you”
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❃ Jaehyun
Jaehyun is a relatively simple man, he likes to fuck whenever he can but one thing that really gets him isn your ass. He knows when you want him, the way you wear shorter skirts or nothing under his shirts so you can bend over to pick something up right in front of him. Those are the times he ends up fucking you stupid.
Jaehyun’s hands held your waist as he fucked you, pressing the front of your body against the wall as he had your skirt push up your body and your panties to the side. You couldn’t even begin to create any single thought in your head, you were so taken by the pleasure, you were a mess. “You always so this” You shivered at his voice, his lips right next to your ear “Always wearing such slutty things around me, I know this was your plan, I know you wanted me to do this so I could feed you my cock, you need it to survive don’t you? Whore”
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❃ Winwin
Winwin had control over you that he would never give to anyone else, he couldn’t count how many times he’d came to the memories of you being so sweet and ready to do anything for him. He was weak for the way all you could focus on was his cock, the way you didn’t care about any of your surroundings when you wanted him. It made him laugh thinking about it.
“It’s cute how willing you are to give everything up to get fucked” His lewd words only increased the intensity of the fire that was burning inside of you “Always so cute when your eyes roll to the back of your head when I ask you a question, it’s like your searching for answers that you know you’re not going to get because there’s nothing in their but thoughts about getting fucked”
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❃ Hendery
He finds it endearing when you try to distract him when he’s doing things, especially when he knows you only want his attention so he’ll fuck you. It’s entertaining to him that you’re prepared to get his attention just so he’ll give you what you want. But it’s never that easy, after you get your attention you’ll think he’s going to give you exactly what you want, but of course that doesn’t happen.
“Stay still” Hendery’s fingers moved across his keyboard as he typed something on his computer, you whined into his neck as you sat on his cock. You had thought that you had won, that you were going to get what you craved so desperately but that didn’t happen. At first he let you fuck yourself on his cock whilst he worked but once he noticed how fucked out you had gotten he made you stop, liking the way you tried to subtle grind your hips against him and whined into his neck. “If you keep moving angel I won’t fuck you at all and I know how heartbreaking that would be for you”
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❃ Renjun
Renjun is harder to read than the others, you can never be sure of what his next move is. When he has you with your face pressed into the mattress you can always guess that he’ll fuck you like that until he’s satisfied but it doesn’t always work out the way you expect. He has a thing for fucking you dumb and then out of no where making you do the work.
You whined as Renjun’s hips stilled, you could hear him laugh as you tried to lift up to look at him behind you, but he stopped you by pressing your face back against the mattress “No, you’re gonna fuck yourself back against me and show me why you deserve it” Your breathing was shaky but your movements were desperate, you wanted him to know how badly you wanted him and evidently it worked “such a cock drunk slut”
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❃ Jaemin
One word. Obsessed. Nothing quite gets to Jaemin the way fucking you dumb does, simply having you under him losing your mind just makes him want to ruin you even more. He often uses it with fake sympathy, something about giving you the false security that you actually believe makes him feel powerful. Jaemin enjoys feelings as if he has power over you and during those nights he knows that he does.
“Too much baby? Do you want me to take it easy on you?” Jaemin said, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he laughed at you nodding. “No baby, you can take it, I can feel how eagerly you’re sucking me in” You whined at his words, Jaemin only smiled more at your struggle to react. “If you want me to be gentle you have to tell me, verbally” He was mean, but you both were well aware that the last thing you wanted was for him to be gentle with you, even with how brain dead you felt you still knew you wanted to him to take you like this. “Sweet baby too cock desperate to reply, I always knew you loved to be fucked silly”
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❃ Haechan
Haechans favourite thing is fucking you dumb, having you so fucked out and drunk on his cock and he will never hide his adoration for it. He likes to degrade you, that’s his way of showing how much he’s enjoying himself, throws in the filthiest words whilst fucking you. He thinks the shock of your face is the best way to see you begin to crumble under him.
“It seems like the only thing you use to think is your dumb cunt, too focused on thinking about my cock whilst we were around my friends. Are you embarrassed? If I were in your position I’d be embarrassed” Of course he would be, but there’s a reason you’re in the position instead of him. “I should probably train you to be less reliant on my cock to satisfy you but, I like the way you’re slowly turning into my toy, so stupid and desperate for my cock”
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❃ Shotaro
Given his soft outer nature, not everyone would expect for Shotaro to be into something so crude and intense and he likes it like that. He likes it especially when he gets to see the shock form on your face with how rough he can get with you. He is big on your reactions being the thing to tell him how quickly you’re sinking, the way your eyes close and your lips part, how nothing but strings of whines and moans leave you whilst you dig your nails into his skin. He wants to have you so fucked out that the only way you can communicate with him is through physical signs.
Shotaro’s eyes were focused on your face, you felt yourself begin to unravel under his gaze. His hips not faltering as your breath got caught in your throat. “Do you want to cum?” You moaned at his question, trying to speak but nothing else coming out, he laughed “of course you, dumb little things like you only ever have one thing on their mind”
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❃ Chenle
Chenle is mean, he likes being mean. He likes to watch your face fall when you think he’s going to give you what you want, and the panic on your face when he slows down or stops what he’s doing and tells you to beg. He’ll purposely tell you to do it knowing you’re going to struggle to speak to him, seeing you struggling is one of his favourite sights. Seeing you such a wreck tends to make him rougher too, he just can’t help himself but do everything in his power to leave you completely ruined.
“Awh, too much for you baby? I thought you could take me? You’ve done it so many times before” His cock stretched always stretched you out so well, the stretch alone was enough to completely shut off your brain “Girls like you deserve to get fucked like this, you love it how I can take away all your independence with just my cock, so pathetic and sweet of you”
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❃ Jisung
Jisung likes things that fuel his ego and fucking you dumb is one thing that really inflates his ego. He’s so attentive when he watches you, wants to see the exact moment that you fall apart because of him. There’s something so beautiful about the way you can barely speak anything but his name, the way it comes from your lips in such a beautiful melody too, he’s obsessed.
“Look at me” He only said it because he knew you could barely open your eyes. “If you don’t look at me I’ll stop” You panicked at his threat, your eyes barely opened for a second before they had closed again, the way he was fucking you had you struggling to control yourself. You felt his hand grab your chin, your eyes shot open when his hips slowed down “I know you want to be fucked silly doll, but do I really have to walk you through everything? Are you that dumb that you can’t do anything by yourself, hm?”
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Day Fifteen: Hate Sex w/ Doyoung
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Hating Kim Doyoung was so easy.
He was good at everything, and he knew it. He was certainly the most skilled vocalist in the program. He was top of the class in every class you’d taken with him. He walked around the place like he was the prince of the university’s music program. And you hated that shit.
To be fair, Doyoung kind of hated you as well. He thought you were lazy or slacked off just because you didn’t score as highly as him. No, the problem was more that he didn’t understand how hard some people have to work when they weren’t born with natural musical talent. You work hard, but he’s just been blessed by the gods or something unfair like that.
For example, today you’d been in the music program’s recording studio since early afternoon. You were working incredibly hard on this project. You’d composed and written the music and lyrics, you were playing the instruments yourself, you were singing the song and the background vocals yourself.
This song was going to be totally and completely yours.
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